#like being late to class doesn't matter and i can spend my time doing what i want to even if i have other shit to do.

[cassarson]

Do any of y'all have adhd and bipolar or know of any good accounts of what having both is like? I've noticed that I've been having some seriously abnormal moods recently, and the more I look into it, the more I think that it looks a lot like bipolar, but I'm not sure how it would interact with my adhd, or even if there's anything other than my adhd going on at all. Feel free to DM me if you don't want to talk about it publicly

[totheblood]

more modern!ellie headcanons

a/n: just a little something... as always AI AUDIOS AT THE END... replies and reblogs are appreciated

ellie is a complete night owl

like you actually are concerned about when she sleeps

if you have an early morning class together she is always running late

or just doesn't show up so you would have to call her and wake her up

"hey baby, what's up i just woke up"

"ellie, class is about to start."

"oh shit, we have class today?"

she would sit next to you in any class you shared and scribble little doodles over to you

or communicate with you through notes

ellie hates going out in public but she loves going with you to do your errands

you're going grocery shopping? ellie is there

you need to find new shoes? she is there

barnes and noble? she would probably be there before you

she likes to do this thing where she will pick out a book for you and you will pick out a book for her and you will sit in the back and spend your day reading together

sometimes she hates the books you pick out for her

"ugh, another colleen hoover book? i gave you a cool book and you give me colleen fucking hoover?"

"little women is cool?"

"i can't believe you just said that."

if you two are out in public together she likes to pretend that the two of you are a married couple

like for example if you're at the cash register and she brings an item up to you and asks if she could get it

"no ellie, put that back."

she would turn to the cashier and say something like "what the wife says, goes... am i right?"

even when she's not with you and she's out drinking at the bar with dina and jesse she would randomly be like, "the wife's not gonna like this one" and take another shot

or when she buys you lingere that is obviously not for her she would be like, "you know what they say, 'happy wife, happy life'"

ellie is really not a social person either

unless she is a few drinks deep which leads us to... drunk!ellie

drunk ellie is soooooo clingy and sentimental

not that she isn't regularly, she's just way more affectionate when drunk

her usual comments would be like, "you're so lucky i love you so much..." or "you're so cute when you're not patronizing me..."

but her drunk? "i think you're the best thing to have happened to me, please never leave me."

"being in love with you is all that matters to me right now... take your clothes off."

she's always touching you in some way if she's drunk

if she's drunk at dinner and she's next to you, her hand in on your thigh or her head is resting on your shoulder

if she's drunk at a party, her hands are on your waist at all times whether she's dancing with you or talking to others

she just wants to be around you

she also can't sleep without you if she's drunk

you would be trying to put her to bed and she would just grab your wrist and mutter a, "please stay"

ellie always orders something you like so you can pick off of her plate

"you want some, baby? i knew you were going to ask for some anyways."

she's always thinking of you

when she sees little trinkets she's like "aw my girlfriend would love this."

or when she sees someone trip in public she's like "i wish my girlfriend was here, i know she'd die laughing."

ellie reads you books so you can sleep

if she knows you had a particularly rough day she will be like, "you okay, babe? want me to read you something?"

and then your climbing in her bed and resting your head in the crook of her neck as she reads to you

she will send you a picture of any animal she sees on the street

loves getting you things because she loves your reaction to gifts

... the two of you study by getting to take an article of clothing off each time you get something right

let's just say you pass most of your tests

ai audios:

extras:

what the wife says, goes

happy wife happy life

the wife's not gonna like this one

you want some baby?

[hermajestyimher]

This Is How We Will Own 2023:

We're less than a month away from the New Year, and as such, it is important that we begin to set the foundations and plans we have to not only succeed, but make 2023 a memorable year.

Regardless of how 2022 went for you, regardless of how many goals you were able to achieve, a new year marks a new beginning. Do not beat yourself over how things went, focus on how you can improve them moving forward.

In 2023 we're:

Spending less time being passive scrollers online. The pandemic is over, the world is back in action and so must we. It's time to stop letting our minds be consumed by the opinions of thousands of people on the internet. More often than not, the things we read online come from the psyche of mentally unwell individuals, and given social media's tendency to prompt out the voices of the most unhinged, it gives people that shouldn't have a platform a false sense of authority. In 2023 we're getting off the grid as much as we can and reconnecting with the real world. We will not allow this online façade to swallow us into its void any longer.

Spending more time learning and engaging in high-end activities and hobbies that can elevate our social circle and our taste. Things like polo matches, pilates, ballet, opera, piano classes, poetry, political forums, martial arts, and high-intensity sports, among other things. It is crucial to cultivate a persona that engages in a variety of fulfilling activities that can bring us joy but also help us grow as individuals.

Prioritizing our health and fitness. No more excuses, it's time to cut down on added sugar and refined carbs, time to eat more nutrient-dense whole foods, drink plenty of water daily, invest in vitamin injections every other month, take supplements to improve our body's collagen production, and overcome feelings of laziness by pushing ourselves through fitness goals. 2023 we will make of the gym our sanctuary.

Living below our budget and investing as much as we can. If you haven't already, get a financial advisor, develop long and short-term financial goals and get organized with your income. It doesn't matter if in the past you've felt like your financial habits have not been the most adequate, it's never too late to take control of them and be responsible. We owe to ourselves to spend wisely to have the peace of mind financial security brings. Never go broke trying to impress others.

We're no longer entertaining inadequate men. I must admit I'm guilty of this myself. After years of not dating, getting back into the dating scene has felt extremely disappointing and tiring. Most prospects are simply not up to par with the standards I have and what I want out of my life partner. Sometimes we allow ourselves to become desperate to build these types of romantic relationships that we begin to overlook the things that we really want deep down. In 2023, we're refocusing our attention on living our best lives and being as active as possible in real-life events as touched upon previously, and trust that the right dating prospects will present themselves when we least expect. We attract, we don't chase.

Finally, we're overcoming negative self-talk patterns that hinder our growth. We're investing in therapy, we're unlearning the limiting beliefs that keep us in bondage to people, routines, and views of the world that are not good for us. We have to put an end to the insidious lie of the scarcity mindset, overcome past traumas, and look forward to the good things that are yet to come.

There are many more things I could add to this list, but for now, these are the things I and I know many of you will find helpful on improving on for the year to come. These lists can come out as intimidating to some people, but we have to remember that we are not expected to become the ideal version of ourselves overnight. Growth is a marathon, not a sprint, and it requires consistency. Each day that you wake up and choose to do one or two things differently you're making stride towards that better you. No improvement is ever too little.

Let's make 2023 a memorable year, and every year afterwards.

Daphne.

[mymainwastoocluttered]

Are You Lonesome Tonight? (Floyd, Jade)

The Leech twins are very particular about one thing in specific: anything that's boring is a big no. That includes their dating life.

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

There we go, folks, I finally opened my Elvis playlist after resisting for so long. It's like I haven't learned anything in all my past Fandoms. Also... second part, maybe?

The eels call each other "other half" because I think it's cute

ANGST. But not just for Reader ;) With a hopeful ending? Maybe?

This has a SEQUEL!

— (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

— Floyd

Floyd's relationship is going well. So well that it's a problem. Now Shrimpy is old news, and will willingly show Floyd everything she is and does, taking away the thrill of hunting down that information.

And worse, Floyd has become predictable to her. She can tell what he is feeling and what he'll do just as well as Jade, which takes away the fun of being a wild card, even if most of the time she lets him do whatever he wants.

Differently from Azul, the eels, and specially Floyd, do not enjoying the curse of knowing. The unexpected has always been more interesting.

But now he's bored of this relationship. And Floyd is not one for sticking around to boring things without knowing they'll have interesting results.

"Shrimpy, let's break up," he bluntly tells her as soon as he arrives to their usual lunch spot at the Monstro Lounge. "You're no fun anymore."

The girl stares up to him, and he feels a rush of pleasure at the whirlwind of feelings in her eyes betraying her blank expression. Oh, at least she gave him a last moment of enjoyment! Maybe, if she keeps showing all those feelings, he'll keep her around as a friend–

Then she blinks and the feelings are gone, all replaced by a calm tide of understanding and kindness. She smiles at him, her usual gentle smile back in place, and gets up, leaving her half drank drink and some money on the table.

"I understand, Floyd," she says, and her voice trembles a little before steading. Shrimpy gently takes one of his hands and squeezes between hers. "Thank you so much for all those happy memories. I hope we can still be friends and that you find someone who will keep you entertained."

Then she drops his hand and scurries off. Floyd is left in the middle of Monstro Lounge, silent and frozen, the warmth on his hand slowly fading as time moves on. It takes him another minute to snap out of it, and now he's in a terrible mood and he doesn't even know why. He was supposed to be happy! The boring thing was taken care of! He's free! Free!

Except he spends the rest of the day sulking. Except he ends the day depressingly throwing himself on the bed and clutching his pillow with trembling hands. Except he tosses and turns and dreams of (Y/N). Except he wakes up grumpy. Except he does terribly at classes and gets scolded. Except he works terribly at Monstro Lounge and gets scolded. Except he doesn't even feel like getting annoyed at the scoldings. Except he spends the rest of the day sulking. Except he ends the days staring at his ceiling with a blank expression. Except he starts the days grumpy and tired. Except he skips classes because he feels like breaking something. Except he gets scolded every day for missing class and being late for work. Except

"Floyd, this is enough," Jade appears in his line of view, openly worried as he leans down to look at his twin. "What is bothering you so much? You're tearing up."

Floyd blinks, finally noticing the wetness in his eyes. Jade sits on his bed and Floyd sits up to stare at him. This is not a scolding. This is an intervention, one of Jade's rare moments of care, where he drops all his lies and half-truths.

Much how his Shrimpy used to do.

"Floyd..." Jade murmurs, hands cupping Floyd's face and thumbs catching his tears. "What is the matter, my other half?"

"... I broke up with Shrimpy," Floyd sobs, not holding back his tears or his words. "I thought... I thought she was boring, and she was! There's never anything interesting anymore, so I– I broke up with her, but... Hic...!"

With a wail, he throws himself at his brother's arms, squeezing him with all his might, hiding his face in his neck. He's crying harder than he has in years, the last time being when they were children. Jade only hugs him back, hand soothingly rubbing his back, knowing exactly what his twin needs. Floyd sobs out more words, some he can't even understand himself, but his other half only listens, nodding every now and then to assure him that he's being listened to.

Once he's done crying, he's so tired that he doesn't protest when Jade lays him back on his bed and then takes his place by his side. Sharing a bed comes naturally to them, and so does the cuddling. Usually, Floyd would tease Jade for being a softie, but he doesn't have the strength to muster even a huff.

"It seems, Floyd, that your feelings run deeper than just interest," Jade says after a moment, ungloved fingers running through Floyd's hair. "You probably... no, you definitely like her, romantically. Maybe you even love her."

"I don't love boring things!"

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but she is not a thing, brother," Floyd can't believe that mister schemer said that also, but Jade's words are upsettingly making too much sense. "She's a girl you seem to hold dearly."

"But, then, why was she boring?"

"... I can't answer that, my other half. I'm not even sure you were bored. Every time I saw you with her, I thought you were at your happiest."

Floyd deflates even more, cuddling his brother for comfort, wishing he was cuddling his Shrimpy. She'd always let him cuddle and squeeze her, and giggle when he'd knead her sides or nip her shoulder. It was... nice. Not exactly fun, but nice. Made him feel warm. Warm like when she'd bring him food she cooked herself. She'd repeat the dishes he liked, and it was... nice. Warm. Like her kisses, always so gentle and sweet. Expected. Nice.

Not really fun. But really nice.

It didn't make his blood pump, but it warmed him. Made him... satisfied.

"... I wanna my Shrimpy back."

"Fufufu... should we prepare then?"

— (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

— Jade

"I'd like to talk to you later."

Her eyes widen for a moment before she nods, and Jade relishes in the nervousness creeping up her back. A very rare feeling when it comes to his girlfriend lately.

(Y/N) was the most interesting person when they first met, and in all aspects but teir relationship, she still is, what with her lack of magic, her determination and her pechant for getting in troubro helping others. But months into a relationship, and Jade has found everything there is to find about her. Sure, the shenanigans she brings are always entertaining, but he doesn't need to be more than a friend to be part of those.

Doesn't need to waste effort into maintaining a romantic relationship.

So he won't. Jade loves being efficient, after all.

Which is why there's already a paid drink on the table when she arrives at Monstro Lounge. If he wants in whenever shenanigans happen, he needs to at least be liked and trusted enough to be an option in case things got bad. So a proper, honest break up is the best. He even lets her take a sip of the drink and swallow it before opening his mouth, to avoid her choking.

"I'll be direct, since I don't want to drag such unpleasant moment much longer," he starts, staring right at her eyes, "The truth is... I'm breaking up with you."

Silence.

"C-Can I ask why?" (Y/N) stutters, playing with the drink's straw. "Did I do something?"

"Oh, no, you did nothing. And that's the problem. You see, me and my brother... we don't like boring."

He knows he's being cruel now, but he wants to finish this quickly. Jade is the type of person with much to do and very little time, so every minute is precious.

"Oh..." she mumbles, taking a deep breath before mustering up a smile. It looks a bit crooked, but it is still as kind as always. "Right. I understand. Thank you for being honest, Jade. I hope we can still be friends...?"

"Of course, I'd love that."

"Right... right. I'm gonna- I'm gonna go now, ok? Thanks for the drink."

She runs off, no doubt going to tell her friends about the break up. If it's her usual group, then she'll be fine. Jade takes the glass, finishes the drink in one go and immediately moves to the next task on his long, long list.

Jade does very well the days after the breakup. He excels at work, he excels at school, he excels at keeping his brother from bothering others too much, he excels at taking care of his terrariums. Truly, he's so efficient, one would believe he is the one with either ten limbs or a cloning magic. He's so effficient that he... doesn't have as many tasks as before.

And without tasks to fill in the time, it becomes obvious the holes in his schedule. Without a girlfriend to walk to class, he has to wander the hallways alone. Without a girlfriend to cook with, he has to cook and clean alone. Without a girlfriend to tutor, he doesn't know what to do but sit on the library with his textbooks open, all assignments completed to perfection. Once the amount of tasks went down, his time alone went up, and he has no idea how to feel about it.

He knows even less how to feel when he sees (Y/N) talking with that Savanaclaw first year—what was his name again? Jake? Jack?—animatedly, touching his arm and even leaning on it, sharing with him her pretty giggles and shining smiles while the boy drinks up her attention with a bright blush and a fake scowl. They walk off arm in arm, and Jade stands there, stupefied, feeling something inside him tear like paper.

"Other half, what is it?"

"Floyd?"

Floyd approaches with uncharacteristically worried eyes, hands raising to cup his face. Jade allows him, only to flinch back when he feels a thumb smear something wet on his cheek.

Oh.

"... who did this?" Floyd growls, and Jade is warmed by the knowledge that his brother, his twin, his other half, is always willing to fight in his name.

"I did this to myself," he admits quietly, stepping closer to the other. Floyd is clearly confused, but accepts his brother in his arms nonetheless, understanding that Jade is feeling a bit too vulnerable at the moment. "It seems not even I am safe from stupid mistakes."

"Of course, you silly fishy~" the other pats his back lightly, squeezing him with all his might in an attempt to comfort. "What did you do?"

"... I broke up with (Y/N)."

"Oh, that's stupid."

"Thanks."

"It's the truth," Floyd shrugs, now patting his head. "You really love Shrimpy, though. Always beaming near her, why did you break up? Did she do something? I'll squeeze her for you!"

"No, no, I just... Thought it was boring."

"... Huh. I didn't have that impression at all. If anything, you always look happy near her, like she hung the moon and stars. It's even sappier than when you're looking at mushrooms."

Jade chuckles softly, knowing that he has no way of denying it. Not when he still spends time to wait for her between classes only to remember the two are not together anymore. Not when he cooks for her and then has to eat it because she's not there anymore. Not when he wants to fight that wolf boy for daring to take away her attention, despite knowing he also has no right to it anymore.

Not when he loves her so dearly, and still broke up with her.

He needs to get her back.

"... Floyd. Would you like to join me in my next plan?"

"What's the plan? If it's fun, you can count on me~"

[wonwoonlight]

how do u think svt in relationship will be like?

(im sorry if you're already did drabbles for this)

hi 🎀anon!!! sorry this got late, i think the topic went a little everywhere at some point but i hope you enjoyed this anyway hehe. but also before i did this, i want to rephrase this a little and answer this as how i would write their characters in a relationship in my fics🧡

cheol: he would be the kind of boyfriend who's whiny and clingy and he's not ashamed about it!!! but despite the child like persona that he puts up, he always takes care of you and he's always always always the first person who'd apologize or remind you both to calm down when things get too heated up.

jeonghan: han would only pull all his pranks in private while he's only a little playful in front of people (unless those people are close to both of you then it doesn't matter); teasing is just his love language, anyway. he knows all the lines he needs to keep and he's secretly scared he'd push you a little too far. he's subtle about his touch too, though you can bet that he's never leaving you alone when you're in the comfort of your apartment aha.

shua: man would do everything for you and i mean everything. he'd take care of you without even thinking bc to him, it's just a given and it's second nature. he's like those people who have everything ready before you even finish the sentence. "do you have--" "here." "what about--" "here."

jun: jun, on the contrary, i feel like would be a rather serious boyfriend. sure, he'll still joke around and all that stuff, but i imagine he's the type to be more serious when it comes to this stuff. he's calm and he never pushes anything out of you, even by accident.

hoshi: hosh is the type of boyfriend who takes you anywhere and everywhere over the weekend. he wants to try every single thing he's heard from his friends and his members, so you can bet your ass he's dragging you with him lol.

wonwoo: take a walk during odd hours kind of boyfriend 😭 he's not keen on going outside, but when it comes to taking a walk during random hours after midnight, he springs up like a kid during christmas lol. he'd wrap you with the warmest clothes there is because he gets cold himself. so he needs to prevent you from being cold bc there's no way he'd be able to let you wear his jacket looooooooool

jihoon: he claims he doesn't like cuddles; and it's true. just that he doesn't like cuddles when they aren't from you. he's always subtle with his touches also, doesn't say anything when he initiates any kind of physical contact so your heartbeat is always 📈📈📈📈📈 everytime he suddenly drops down next to you and just softly grabs your hands and plays with your fingers when it's just the two of you.

seokmin: he'd be very shy at first. like he has all this energy and he just wants to hold your hand but he's too shy and it's only been like two weeks since you started dating so is it too fast to place his hand on your thigh when you're next to him??? he'd just be flustered all the time until you tell him it's ok lol

mingyu: like hoshi, he would want to try a lot of activities. but he wouldn't be hearing those from his friends, he'd look them up himself, look through the reviews, stalk instagram profiles, and when he's sure you two would have fun, he'd say he's planned the perfect date (which he really has lol) and you'll end up having a competition about who can plan the Most Fun Date Activities.

minghao: i wanna go with the cliche museum, art dates when it comes to him bc that's D: just D: how i imagine him to be D: perhaps he'd even bring you to those painting or pottery class bc he just wants to spend time with you either appreciating art or making something meaningful for the both of you (the memories and your failed attempt of a potteries left as mementos lol)

seungkwan: for a date, seungkwan would also look things up on instagram like mingyu. but he would include you in the process, asks about your preference whilst also dropping hints about what he wants to try lol. the both of you would have more fun looking through instagrams, pressed against one another on the sofa, than going on the actual dates lol. the members would sometimes ask you both about a date course bc they knew you've both seen too much date courses instagram recommendation pages

vernon: he's the follow you type of boyfriend <3 whatever you want to do, 95% of the time he'd just say and follow you. not that he doesn't have anything in mind, but what matters to him is that he's spending time with you. he'd also make a tradition of having a movie/netflix date, something you can do online when you're apart. again, it doesn't matter what you're watching bc he simply wants to spend time w you 😭

chan: NOW HIM. i think it's time that we remember that despite being the maknae in seventeen, chan is the eldest son in his family. i feel like he's a very mature boyfriend who would try to "lead" you and i mean that in the best way possible. he'd be patient even if you're indecisive about anything--menu, movies, places, activities. he'd try to get to the bottom of what you actually want 😗 "

A/N: phew it's hard to write these but it was fun and i've grown a new kind of respect for people who write headcanons sjdhfbhsdjbf

[cupid-styles]

omg ok so blurb idea for ginger ale bc u said u needed inspo

i know u kinda already touched up on this in the main story but what if mias like completely drained from school like its exam season and she has to study but shes also somehow failing classes even tho she studied and is swamped with work but cant get up to do anything bc shes panicking and stuff and idk maybe she pushes him away bc shes freaked out and hes like huh bc she never snaps at him like that bla bla and then some angst and fluff and comfort 😭

im so sorry this wasnt supposed to be that long but inspiration struck😭💀obviously u dont have to write it jus a suggestion

omg LOVE THIS!!!!! here's a little something for you :))

word count: 1.7k

content warnings: angst (all is solved in the end), harry being a dummy, age gap romance (8 years)

based on this one-shot!

masterlist | talk to me

. . .

Harry has never seen Mia so exhausted before.

Granted, they've only been officially dating for a few months, but she's typically a relatively organized student. It's something that he's always admired about her — he can think back to his days in university and immediately remembers scattered deadlines and far too many hungover mornings, resulting in constantly missing classes.

Then again, he's never seen her during finals season, and it's apparent that she's feeling the impact of papers, exams, and one too many late nights spent studying.

Because of the nature of their lives, finding time to spend with one another without work or school is often difficult. It's important to Harry that they actively set aside an evening or two each week that's just for them. No discussion of board meetings, lectures, or any stressors — he likes to keep it simple with a delicious and filling meal, a movie on the TV (whether or not they watch it is a separate factor), and his girl nestled into his side.

But for the first time ever, Mia's texting him to cancel.

Under any other ordinary circumstance, he'd be more understanding. Truly. But it's been almost a week since he's seen her, and he's feeling... well, needy. He misses her! And he knows that distance is good, blah blah blah, but this is their time — and it feels like she's just brushing him off, as if he barely matters.

It's why he ends up calling her on his way home from work with Reese driving smoothly and calmly up in the front. Harry drums his fingers against his knee as he listens to the dial tone, a frown on his lips as he waits for her to answer.

"Hello?"

Relief washes over his chest despite her anxiety-ridden tone. "Hey, I'm heading home from work. Do you want me to have Reese come pick you up?"

She sighs frustratedly, "Harry, I just texted you that I can't come over tonight. I have to study."

"You can't give up a few hours to spend with your boyfriend?" he fires back, an accusatory edge to his voice, "I've barely seen you lately."

"You've been in school before, H, you know how stressful exams season is. I need to do well."

"Mi, you're the smartest person I know, you'll be fine if you take some time away from—"

"I won't be, actually," she suddenly snaps. "I'm already failing one of my most important classes and if I don't get at least a B+ on the final, I'll have to retake it next semester. So no, I can't just slack off for a few hours, I need to study, Harry."

Immediately, he pauses. Mia has never gotten angry with him before, vice versa. And he doesn't think he's being particularly unreasonable — if anything, he feels she is — but he's mature enough to know that nothing's getting solved in this conversation. Not when she's clearly tired and stressed. Instead, he opts for the more caring-boyfriend-approach.

"I didn't know you were failing a course. Why didn't you ask for help?"

"Because you can't solve everything!" Mia exclaims, sending a pang of hurt rattling through his chest. "I need to go, alright? I'll see you soon."

With that, the line goes dead.

. . .

Even when Mia falls asleep on her couch, textbook in her lap and a highlighter between her fingers, she can't believe Harry.

The next morning, when she has a persistent ache in her neck and her back feels like it's broken in two, she knows school isn't the only stressful thing her body's responding to.

She thinks dating an older guy is great. Dating Harry is great. Until moments like this, when he somehow forgets that people — including his girlfriend — need to work to get certain things in life, and that they won't just be given an entire company a month after graduation. She doesn't doubt that he understands that on some level, but from the perspective of a partner — well, she thinks he's being pretty insensitive.

Her fingers twitch at her sides in class as she tries her best to pay attention, wanting nothing more to grab her phone from her bag to see if he's texted her. Midway through the day, though, there's still nothing. She can't believe he still hasn't apologized for how he acted the previous night, and it only makes anger fester in her chest even more.

Finally, by the time she trudges home in the cold (December is nearing, and with that comes miserable gusts of wind and flurries of snow), she's had it with his silent treatment. She's barely through the door when she decides that she'll be the one to break the tension — only, when she kicks her shoes off at the door, she notices that her kitchen and living room lights are on, and she surely turned them off before heading out this morning.

Gripping her phone in her hand, she quietly tip-toes out of the entryway, nervous that there's some sort of... homely intruder eating her snacks or watching TV. Instead, she gasps out in shock, clutching her chest when her eyes fall on none other than Harry.

"What the fuck?!" Mia exclaims, her heart thumping quickly with anxiety. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you."

She squints her eyes, feeling her eyebrows nearly shoot up to her forehead. "So you call. Or text. Not break into my house!"

"You gave me a spare key, Mia—"

"That's for emergencies!" she shouts, suddenly feeling like the living room is slowly getting smaller and closing in on her.

"But you never would've let me come over—"

"Harry, I was literally about to call you when I walked in the door. I'm still mad at you for last night! And you're only making me angrier by being here!"

Tears well up in her eyes as she spits the words out at him. She never thought she'd be in this position with him — it hurts her to even verbalize her anger.

"Wait," Harry stands from the couch, a furrow in his brows as he crosses his arms over the button-up he likely wore to work today, "You're mad at me?"

Mia stares back at him like he has two heads.

"Yes," she slowly replies. "Do not tell me you're mad at me."

His throat bobs. "Yeah. I am."

"For what?!" her anger festers in her chest all over again, exploding like an overflowing pot of boiling water.

"You— you haven't been around lately. You haven't been spending time with me or treating me like a priority."

She squints her eyes, her fingertips finding her temples as an ache begins to settle at the sides of her head. With a shake of her head, she turns around, stomping back towards the entryway of her apartment.

"You need to go," she decides, not even bothering to shed her jacket off yet, "I can't talk to you right now. You're being incredibly unreasonable."

"So you just want to walk away, then? We're not gonna solve anything, we're just gonna keep ignoring each other?"

"I was never ignoring you! I was waiting for you to apologize to me, only to find out that you think I'm in the wrong!"

Harry scoffs as he follows her down the hallway. "Well, I'm not leaving. I want to fix things. And I'm not going until we do."

"Is your approach to annoy me into apologizing?" Mia snaps.

"No," he mutters with a roll of his eyes, "Maybe we're both just being emotional."

She shrugs her shoulders.

"Do you still want me to go?"

Mia shifts her stance from foot to foot. With a noisy sigh, she shakes her head before mumbling out, "No. Let's just... talk about it."

He nods. There's a silence lulling between them as she stands with her back pressed against the wall, stubbornness apparent as she crosses her arms over her chest. He swallows and rolls his lips into a thin line.

"I'm sorry for coming over unannounced. That was very immature of me and crossing a boundary. I wasn't thinking, I just wanted to see you."

She keeps her eyes on the floor. "I just wish you'd texted or called instead. I waited all day to hear from you."

"I'm sorry," Harry repeats, his sock-clad feet taking a hesitant step closer to her, "It makes me feel stupid, how needy I can get. I know we're both busy with our own lives but I adore you, Mi. And I hate being away from you."

"I hate it, too," she mumbles, her bottom lip slightly pouted. "And you're not stupid for being needy... I just need you to understand that I'm working hard trying to get my education, and I need you to respect when I'm stressed or busy."

"I will. I'll do better."

She glances up to look at him. He looks tired, his eyes sad. With a quiet sigh, she lifts her hand to press her palm against his warm cheek. The prickles of his facial hair serve as a harsh juxtaposition from the soft skin beneath.

"I'm sorry, too. I never want you to feel like I don't care or I don't want to be with you. I just get so overwhelmed."

"I understand," Harry coos, wrapping a hand around her wrist to bring it to his mouth. He presses light kisses into her palm. "I know you care. I have to work on being more secure in our relationship."

Mia hums at his kisses, his gentle nature a welcomed change from their arguing.

"You know, you could always move closer," she murmurs with a smirk. He chuckles.

"Yeah. Or you could always just move in."

She rolls her eyes, "Then I'd really never get any work done."

"Mm, but think about how nice it'd be," he mumbles, slipping an arm around her waist to pull her closer. "I'd cook you dinner all the time, bring you snacks and tea while you study... you'd have your own office, of course. We could get a dog or a cat, too. Share a bed every night... you wouldn't have to use travel sizes of all your skincare stuff either, because everything would be there already."

She smiles to herself as she leans her head on his shoulder. The thought is nice. So nice. But they both know it's too early in their relationship, regardless of how deeply they feel for one another. Maybe it's a dream to work up to — a sweet, domestic life together.

"And you know what would be the best part?" she asks, brushing her lips up against the shell of his ear.

"Hm?"

"I'd get to use your heated bathroom floors every day."

[jamneuromain]

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Payback Time

Ransom Drysdale x Reader (you)

Summary: Ransom is getting his payback for you, public enemy No.1.

Warning: Step-cest tendency (Cousin!Ramson x Cousin!Reader), not blood related, they are both grown-ups, Ransom is being vengeful, Harlan is very much alive.

Harlan is going to kill him.

Not now, obviously, but when Harlan finds out about what he is doing to you.

Harlan is going to murder him and write this story into a book.

But it doesn't matter. Ransom hums in content, snuggling further under the covers, sighing due to the warm and softness of the bedding.

That old man grows fond of you by day, ever since you came to this mansion on your own with a suitcase of books and clothes. Ransom huffs in annoyance. If there's one thing he cannot stand, is a random person (aka you), materializing out of thin air, completely unrelated by blood or marriage, and sets out to snatch a portion of Harlan's property.

According to the old man, you were the daughter of the adoptive child from Harlan's sister. His sister took care of your mother as her own, and before both of them died of illness, Harlan's brother in-law kicked you out of the house. Which is why Harlan's sister called before your arrival, asking her brother to take care of you. While Harlan and his sister wasn't on best terms when she married her husband, Harlan was far too kind and agreed for you to stay as long as you wish, paying off your college loan and medical bills that his brother in-law kicked out of the house along with you.

You are a pre-med student in your junior year, which means getting up early and going to bed late, spending few hours in the mansion. Even so, you manage to find the time, either learning how to take care of Harlan like Marta, or chatting with Harlan and play chess.

Ransom huffs again, not only were you a kiss-ass, but also stupidly quick learner at chess - Harlan asked Ransom to play against you one night, and you won. But only out of sheer dumb beginner's luck.

So, he's getting his payback.

Ransom tightens the thick duvet around his body - his almost naked body, and listens carefully to the soft creaking in the stairs.

He knows it's you, with your cautious steps up the screeching floor, while you don't want to wake any living soul in this house at 11:30 pm, dragging your tired ass - you have a good ass, by the way - up two floors, and rest in the room, which apparently became yours rather than his, even though every family in this house knows this room was originally his, and that Harlan asked Fran to clean up his room, RANSOM'S ROOM, for you, which Harlan announced that it would make you feel more like home if you were not living in one of the guest rooms.

Oh, so Ransom will feel more like home if he lives in one of the guest rooms when he drops by every holiday?

Harlan is probably charmed by you, some voodoo shit, or drugged by that idiot-brain Marta.

He holds his breath and closes his eyes, pretending to be sound asleep, as the door squeaks open, leading to your small gasp.

"Ransom!" You hiss in the smallest voice you manage, "Ransom! What are you doing in my bed?!"

After he yelled at his mother, calling her an "old hag", changed the lock to this room, and cut holes in your sweater, you know he wants his room back.

Not that you intend to sabotage his plans, being a guest in this household, how on earth can you give the room to him when Harlan has specifically told you that he would find a way for Ransom to stop bothering about which room belongs to whom?

"Ransom!" You hiss again, "I can see your body trembling under the covers! I have a class at eight and I need to sleep!"

Smiling brightly, Ransom pulls the cover down, revealing his - almost - naked body.

"Ransom!" You cover your eyes with a squeal, "Are you- Why- You are naked!"

"Come on, Cousin. You wanna tell me that you are not interested in this?" He gestures down his body as if displaying an exhibit. Cocking an eyebrow, he challenges your sanity with every word that comes out of his mouth, "One good fuck in exchange for my room?"

Silence. Dreadful silence fills the room.

Ransom has that annoying smirk up on his lips, looking down at his grey boxers, "...no? Shame." He swings the thick cover back on, muttering to himself, "Okay. Nevermind. I guess I will just ... enjoy this soft cushy bed on my own..."

"Hugh Ransom Drysdale!" You tear the heavy duvet from his body, "GET OUT OF MY BED!"

Okay fine. He looks like a living Adonis with his abs and biceps. So what?

You avoid looking at his God-like body and his eyes, whisper-yelling, "Get off or I swear I will wake up everyone in this house and tell them about how awful you are!"

Ransom yawns, completely oblivious to your weak threat, which he knows it is the last thing you will do - make a fuss about your living condition in front of all these Cold-blooded creatures.

"Ransom!" You huff at his attempt of grabbing the duvet, "If you insist on taking up my bed, at least you can tell me where the empty guest room is."

"Nope." Answers Ransom, popping the "p" between his wickedly seducing lips, "You got two options here. The floor," he points at the small space between the mahogany desk and the four-posters, "or here." He pats on his bed - wait that's your bed! - softly, "With me."

You clutch the edge of your sweater tightly, a small movement that did not missed Ransom's eyes.

"Or good luck finding Franny in this god forsaken house and 'waking up everyone' to tell them about how I mistreated my cousin." Ransom grins, "So, what do you think?"

It doesn't surprise Ransom when you take the duvet completely and roll up some of your clothing for a makeshift pillow on the floor. You are too tired to argue and too scared to disturb a family you barely know.

You turn off the light and lie down on the ground without another word.

... he may have gone a little too far.

His heart skips a beat when he hears a soft sigh of yours. Why should he feel weird about this? You are the one who is about to be part of Harlan's will and snatch Harlan's adoration. Taking up your bed - his bed, whatever whose bed seems childish. It bothers you, sure, but he never wanted for you to sleep on the ground.

Christ, why couldn't you be a kiss-ass for him like how you treat Harlan? That way he'd feel much more comfortable about making you sleep on the cold, hard, creaking floor - ugh!

Ransom cannot bear the thought any longer of you sleeping on the ground, which is why he gets up from the bed, swings his sweater and pants over his shoulders, and kicks your foot condescendingly, "Your bed sucks." Before strolling out of the room, stepping on the staircases loudly so the entire house could hear.

You suck. He thinks, setting foot on the creakiest spot he could find for these wooden planks. And if he cannot sleep at almost 12 o'clock, neither will the rest of the house.

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[allyymcl]

Hi ! How are you ? :)

Study date with the boys ? <3 Thank uuu !

—𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗗𝗬 𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗖𝗟 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗦

—pairing; ot5 x f!reader

—genre; fluff.

—warnings; none!

—a/n; hii! im `retty good!! ty for requesting! feel free to do it again. and OMG im really sorry i literally dissapeared, but i promise im going to start posting as usual<33

—𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗟; !!

:/

he didn't understand why you asked HIM

i mean,

its not like he is a big fan of doing school work

but,

he agreed cause he didn't wanted you to ask nath

you two stayed in school after all your classes ended, and went to the library

"there are soo many books"

"yes castiel, is a library"

the next hours you studied, and cas took his time to bother you

taking funny pics of you

making face calls even tought you were right next to him

poking your sides until you laugh (cause he loves hearing you laugh)

and writing things in your papers like:

"my boyfriend is the hottest"

or drawing angry faces

anyway, he would actually make an effort to read a page or so if you really want it

actually, you didn't read anything as well

thats why, study dated with cas are gonna be all playing

—𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗟; !!

ok so, it think nath is the one who invites you to do it

hes used to staying late in school to do his homework, he certainly doesn't like being too long in his house

and even tought he admits is a little boring

he prefers doing it w you instead

thats why you two sit in an empty room to read all of your texts book

he casually would glance at you

admiring you and thinking of you can someone be so pretty

he would blush and desconcentrate

hes just feels so flustered while being with you

"there's something in my face?" you would tease nath

"mhm n-no! sorry!" he blushes and pretended nothing happened.

probably, he would ask you to explaing him something

but not because he didnt understand

he just likes the sound of your voice

def would invite a coffee or something when you two finish your study session

and also would walk you home

—𝗟𝗬𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥; !!

with him, you actually get to study

i think he gets lost and doesnt talk much

so, is easy to concentrate

anyways, he approachs to write songs while you read

he get inspired easily while being w you

and also, he would offer you two study while listening to one of his songs

ofc you will say yes

and would also explain to you things that you dont understand

but dont really expect him to study

so, study dates with him are you actually reading, and him writing songs about you or whatever is on his mind

—𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗜𝗡; !!

??

im sorry but

why would you even ask him?

literally he made this face "🤨"

armin finds it SO boring

so, i feel like

if you ask him that, he will brush you off and just take you to other place

"why would you want to study when you can play games?"

def made you play with him for

HOURS

but, in case you really wanted to study, he would make an effort

but don't be mistaken either

armin is a smart boy

it's just that memorizing isn't usually his forte, so when he's finished he probably won't remember even half of what you explained to him

and trust me, if you did manage to get him to put down his console to STUDY

bitch you got him whipped

—𝗞𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡; !!

ken is not really into studying really

instead, would rather be training, walking his dog or doing literally anithing else

however, the fact that he could spend some extra time with you after classes ended,  cconvinced him

the truth is that, it would be a bit disastrous

kentin does not pay special attention to the teacher no matter how hard he tries

but since he does not want to disappoint you, he tries to pretend he understand everything

and tries to explain to you the things you don't get, although sometimes he has to improvise a bit

and although the next day half of the points you had solved together were wrong

it was really fun

[squishyneet]

♥*♡ SUNLIT DAYS ∞:｡ itachi uchiha *. * ·

tw: heavy school-related trauma, emotional abuse/neglect, mentions of chronic illness

Itachi is twelve years old. It's midnight and he scrambles to finish handwriting his essay for history class. He reads it over one last time before tucking it away in his backpack to bring to school tomorrow. He sleeps peacefully knowing it's been taken care of.

_

"Itachi! Get in here!"

Itachi's heart skips a beat and he nearly stumbles as he walks into the kitchen after coming home from school.

"Yes, father?" he whispers, head low and trying to avoid eye contact.

"What's this about you not turning in an essay!?"

"I turned it in, father."

"Was it late?"

"I had written it and forgot to turn it in." That was the same lie he told the teacher when he handed it to her.

Fugaku sighs loudly. "Don't forget again." is all he says before leaving the kitchen.

"Yes, sir." Itachi mumbles, more to himself than anyone else.

_

Itachi is fifteen years old and is sitting at his desk expectantly, attempting to calm his breathing and focus on the assignments in front of him.

"Itachi!" Mikoto barged into her son's room. "Explain to me why I got an email from your teacher saying you have 40 missing assignments!?"

Itachi turns to face his mother in his seat and remains silent.

"How the hell did this happen, huh!?"

Itachi still says nothing.

Mikoto breathes heavily and runs a hand through her hair. "You are going to sit there and do every single one of them. This door is going to stay open, and you are not going to sleep until it's done!"

"Yes, ma'am . . ." Itachi mutters, angry but obedient.

_

Itachi is sixteen years old and he is sitting in his father's office, looking back and forth between the window and his handwritten notes for history. He's not allowed to work anywhere else for the time being. He's got the same song on repeat in his headphones but presses pause when he sees Sasuke walk by.

"Nii-san, what are you up to?"

Itachi looks up and pulls down his headphones. "Working, Sasuke."

"Do you wanna go get something to eat?" Sasuke asks excitedly.

"I don't have time, Sasuke."

"You used to have time . . . hngh." Sasuke leaves the office, feeling dejected.

_

Itachi is seventeen years old and he's got graph papers sprawled out on his bedroom floor as he attempts to design a house as fast as he can.

"Itachi."

"What, Shisui? I'm busy."

Shisui leans in the doorway trying to come off as approachable as possible. "I hear you've been having a hard time in school."

" . . . You're a little too late, Shisui." Itachi remarks, still staring at his paper.

"Itachi, just tell me what happened," Shisui pleads breathily.

"You know what happened, I don't do my homework."

"I mean, what did they say to you?"

"It doesn't matt-"

"It matters to me!"

Itachi sighs and releases the papers in his hand. His lip starts to quiver and his brow furrows as he stays silent.

Shisui swiftly joins him on the floor, embracing him in a hug. "Let me help you, okay?"

A single tear falls while Itachi relaxes into Shisui's body.

_

Itachi is nineteen years old and he's got himself mostly under control while he's in college.

He tries to avoid speaking with his parents and being home as much as possible, electing to spend time with Shisui and Obito instead. He's got more free time nowadays.

"How's it going, 'Tachi?" Obito nagged. "School treating you good?"

Ever since he got a new job, he's been acting like a third parent, not to Itachi's disliking.

"Yeah, school's fine," Itachi responded, gazing up at the sunlit clouds hovering above where they were waiting for their food to arrive.

"You feeling okay?"

"I haven't been feeling too well, actually," Itachi said, squinting at Obito. "I've been having some weird pains all over my body and I can't sleep. I feel tired and I can't focus during the day, too."

"You should go to the doctor. Maybe it's just a vitamin deficiency or something," Obito reassured him.

"Maybe, but I don't think I would have a deficiency."

"I know we have some relatives that have symptoms like those. Hope you're not getting sick."

"Yeah, me too."

[lythea-creation]

Fighting For You - Rania x reader x Layan

summary: Rania, Layan and (f/n) have been best friends for a long time. But what if that simply isn't enough anymore? Will Rania and Layan manage to save their friendship?

warnings: mentions of abuse (yk Rania's dad)

word count: 1.151

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Requested? Yes

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“Hey, (f/n)! Do you wanna come to the club with us later?”, Layan invited me.

We were on our school trip right now. Everyone was enjoying the holiday feeling, enjoying relaxing in the sun, playing volleyball and drinking some alcohol-free cocktails at the bar.

“What do you mean? Are you going to sneak out again?”, I questioned.

We were standing a bit apart from the rest of the class. So nobody was listening us.

“Yeah, it'll be fun”, Rania tried encouraging me. “But even more so if you come along.”

“I'm feeling flattered, but I don't know. Weird things are happening lately. I'm not sure if it's smart to sneak out right now”, I considered.

“I'm sure it'll be fine”, Layan proposed.

“We're gonna dress up, dance a little. Nobody's even gonna notice”, Rania supposed.

“Fine”, I gave in with a sigh. “But only because it's you.”

The girls smiled brightly at me and I could not help but smile back.

Then we all went over to the bar to enjoy some cocktails and chat a bit. It was great to spend so much time with Rania and Layan without having to worry about their families.

And when we had managed to fool Miss Abeer and arrived at the club a few hours later, it felt like a whole new world had just opened up to us.

Strict rules, like staying with the group, wearing certain clothes, being calm and reasonable were replaced by flashy lights, loud music and hot outfits.

I had no idea how Layan had gotten our names onto the list, but that did not matter.

We were having the time of our lives dancing together.

I was feeling high by the way their bodies were moving so close to mine, following the rhythm of the beat.

After a while I excused myself to go to the bathroom. When I was about to leave and return to the dance floor, I almost bumped into Layan.

“Hey! What do you say? Are you enjoying yourself?”, Layan asked me, wearing a huge smile.

“Definitely”, I confirmed. “I love spending time with you anyway.”

“Oh, I love to hear that”, she shot back, her smile turning into a smirk.

“I'm gonna wait until you're finished”, I declared.

“Alright. Give me two minutes”, she requested.

Staying true to my words I was waiting outside until she joined me again. Together we made our way back to Rania.

But just as we wanted to approach her Miss Abeer and Miss Jumana showed up.

I quickly caught Layan's wrist to stop her from getting any closer.

“Shit”, she cursed. “What are we gonna do? We can't just leave her.”

Rania seemed to be looking around for us and shortly made eye contact with me. Then she signaled us to leave.

Reluctantly we took her offer and hurried back to our room, wiping off the make-up and putting our pajamas on as we were freaking out.

“I can't believe we bailed on her”, I accused us.

“We didn't mean to. Rania only tried to help us out. Her situation wouldn't get any better if we got caught as well”, Layan resonated.

“Doesn't make me feel any better though”, I noted.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

In the end Rania got suspended for a few days and we could not even contact her. Our assumption was that her parents had confiscated her phone.

And when Rania was finally back she was acting weird toward Layan. The other way around as well. I wondered what I had missed for them to behave so different all of a sudden.

“Does your eye hurt a lot?”, I worried about Rania, softly touching her cheek.

“It's getting better. At least I can open it properly again”, she remarked.

Knowing that I could not do anything to protect her from her dad was making me furious. The helplessness was almost unbearable.

Out of the three of us I was definitely the lucky one in regards to our parents.

Rania and Layan exchanged a glare, which took me completely off guard. I was tired of this already.

“What happened between you two?”, I inquired.

“What do you mean?”, Layan brushed it off.

“You know exactly what I mean. There's something in between you. You're barely talking and always looking at each other like you might attack the other any moment”, I proclaimed.

“It's nothing”, Rania mumbled.

“Guys, please don't leave me hanging. What are you fighting about?”

“Just like you said it's between us”, Rania insisted.

“It's not if I'm in the middle of your stupid fight. Just solve it”, I requested.

“It's nothing to solve that easily”, Layan alluded.

I waited for her to continue.

“It's about you. Rania accused me that I followed you to the bathroom on purpose to have you to myself for a moment”, Layan proposed.

“So what? That's not that big of a deal, is it?”, I suggested.

But telling from their silence and body language, my assumption seemed to be wrong.

“It is?”, I wondered. “Why?”

“We love you, (f/n). Both of us”, Rania confessed.

“Yeah, I know. But I love you, too. So that shouldn't be an issue at all”, I shot back.

“No, we mean we love you more than just a friend. We love you romantically. So we were being a bit jealous and fighting over you”, Layan elaborated.

“Not exactly our proudest moment”, Rania added.

I was shocked for a moment, but quickly regained control. “What if I actually do love you both?”, I questioned.

“Are you serious?”, Rania reassured.

“Yeah”, I promised. “I love you both. I've known for a while, but was too scared to admit it. I didn't want to lose you.”

Layan let out a relieved laugh, tears pricking in her eyes. “I can't believe we fought when we could have solved it so easily.”

She then took a step closer to me and cupped my cheek. It felt like she was knowing exactly what was going through my mind when our eyes met.

Her lips on mine made all the tension leave my body that had been weighing me down mere minutes ago.

When Layan pulled away again, I could not help the smile on my face, which she reciprocated immediately.

I cupped her cheek for a moment and locked my eyes on hers to show her that I was seeing her, before I turned over to address Rania: “Are you okay with that?”

She nodded eagerly. So I did not hesitate to pull her into a kiss as well.

I had never imagined our relationship to work out like this, but I could not have dreamed of anything better.

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Love at first sight

Eddie Munson x reader

Request: idk if ur still asking but if u are could you maybe do an eddie x 70's stevie Nick's, fleetwood mac style vibe fem reader ???? I think their vibe would be so cool,,, like opposing a little bit but they fit really well together and almost like a rocker and hippie vibe idk what it would be about maybe like her going up to him at lunch and hes with hellfire or smth and they are kinda like 'oh,,, guess that makes sense' like the vibes but they get so soft around

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Summary: Being a quiet yet out there person Eddie begins to obsess over you, and so do you.

He first saw you when he's putting his campaign folder back into his locker, he glances at you through the side of his eye but ends up staring. You're wearing a loose, half tucked in blouse, with a long brown skirt, a sachel type bag, and a Walkman playing in your ears.

He tears his eyes away fast before you can send a glare his way after feeling his stare. You never hated Eddie, he always found ways to surprise you during lunch times, how he'd jump on the table and have little speeches, which either riled people up or made them weirded out. Either way, you found him intriguing.

His rings, and the same Hellfire shirt he wore almost everyday, and his hair, oh my God his hair. But you tried not to get too caught up about it, you've never had the best luck with the boys at your school. You normally kept to yourself and since your style was different from all the preppy girls at the school you were mocked for it by the basketball team and sometimes the cheerleaders, but you never cared. It's not like it mattered.

But after that moment in the hallway you found yourself being more interested in him, you weren't a D&D person so it's not like you were about to ask questions about Hellfire just to spend more time with him. Then you had the brilliant idea to write him a note instead. That'd be the right thing to do right?

It's better than asking him out loud if he wanted to hang out with you then getting turned down, then being utterly humiliated for the rest of your life. Then you pull out a piece of paper and your pencil and start to write.

'Hey, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to hang out. You don't have to, I'm not going to do one of those cheesy ass 'yes' or 'no' type things, but if you wanted to, I'm going to that one table in the woods, if you don't want to you can stand me up. It's fine either way. -Y/N'

You thought that was good enough, you fold it up and wait for the bell to ring for next period so you don't have to walk infront of everybody in the cafeteria.

A good 5 minutes later the bell rings, you go to throw away your trash and then rush to his table where they all are starting to get up. You tap his shoulder to catch his attention, when he turns to look at you he doesn't say anything, just stares. His friends are staring at you too. You hand him the note, "Don't read it now, you have nosey ass friends." You chuckle under your breath and then walk away.

"Not going to lie, I saw this pairing coming." Mike says. Dustin smiles at him, "Honestly, I did too." Her replies to Mike. Both of them not daring to look at Eddie because he's most likely giving them a death stare.

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Your sitting on the top of the of the table, finishing up your book, when you finish the last couple pages you have left you check your watch. 'It's been like 15 minutes. He was probably just judging me, I took it in the wrong way.' You think, kind of upset about this outcome.

When you start to get up Eddie rushes into the secluded area, "Sorry I'm late, I got held up with my last class. You're lucky I don't have a campaign tonight." He says to while going to sit at the table. "You're fine." You tell him.

This is more awkward than you thought it'd be. He glances at you, "So..did you want to talk to me or something?" He asks you, sitting up from his laid back position. "I don't know, you've just peaked my interest lately." You respond, grinning at him. His cheeks flush a little but you pretend not to notice.

He gains a bit of confidence, "If it makes you feel better M'Lady, I've also taken quite a liking to you." He admits to you sliding closer to you, his arms crossed. You look at him smiling at his words. Not knowing what else to do, you pull him in for a kiss.

He's shocked a bit at first, but accepts it. Lips moving together perfectly. He pulls away so he can pepper kisses on your jaw and your forehead. He leans back to take you in for a minute, "How would you feel if I take you out on a proper date, princess?"

The request with the nick name makes you want to melt, "I think that's an amazing idea." You agree, putting your arms around his neck pulling him in for another kiss.

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You guys are now the new power couple at Hawkins High, second to Jason and Chrissy of course. You make him listen to your Fleetwood Mac records, he hated it at first because it obviously wasn't his type of genre but you eventually got him obsessed.

Making him crystal necklaces that he wear around his neck religiously. His friends love it, they've never told him that, but they think it alot when the two of you are hanging out.

You somehow match his aura perfectly, making him soft towards you. His uncle loves you. Knowing you were the just right thing that Eddie needed, what Eddie was missing.

And Eddie couldn't agree more.

The idea/request is from @lydiascottage !!

Tysm for this idea, I hope I did it a way you like, again thanks sm for the idea!

[an-otterly-adorable-being]

Freckle&Ivy x Poly!Reader Headcanons

My first shot at headcanons, and I had to pick something I have no personal experience with. Enjoy!

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• You saw Freckle and Ivy dancing one night at the Lackadaisy, and boy were you starstruck.

• Two beautiful people who are seemingly opposites, yet are still lovey dovey? Yes please!

• Is what was most likely thought in your head.

• Of course, having multiple partners at once isn't exactly mainstream, so you settle with approaching them and, at the very least, befriending them.

• Guess what, the feelings didn't go away, in fact they multiplied.

• Eventually, after a while you work up the courage to talk to Freckle and Ivy.

• Soooooo, pitching the idea to them was a hassle.

• You wanted to take it slower with the explanation of what you were asking, but you kept tripping over your words.

• Eventually you ended up just, spitting it out, a decision you immediately regretted.

• Curiously, though, Ivy and Freckle were...cool with it?

• Granted, some of it had to deal with Ivy thinking it'd be an interesting idea, and Freckle being a people pleaser, but you got to take victories where you can find them, y'know?

• The three of you decided to go for it, and boom, poly couple.

• Unfortunately, no matter which way you identify, you'll have to hide the affection for them.

• The 1920s had lots of cool beer and neat criminals, but folks weren't exactly accepting of anything out of the norm, and Freckle and Ivy were already an established couple.

• Don't worry though, that just means you get extra love in private!

• Well, as in private you can get, that is.

• Private time is short, having to fit between Ivy's college classes and y'all's work at the Lackadaisy.

• Because yeah, you probably landed a job over there, either because you wanted the job, or because they desperately need supervision.

• Bonus perks if you're good with a needle and thread, because Ivy needs someone to fix her clothes up, and Freckle needs someone to fix his cousin up.

• Speaking of Rocky, he's not really suprised when he finds out.

• Man's been traveling the country, he's encountered lots of stuff like this.

• Actually, a lot of the Lackadaisy members are atleast fine with the idea of the three of you together.

• I mean, speakeasies were the place for people and relationships who didn't conform after all.

• And that means you can be all lovey dovey with them at the Lackadaisy with only the odd stares of new patrons.

• Of course you do have one-on-one dates, especially when either Freckle or Ivy are busy.

• Ivy will take you out shopping and just generally hanging out around town.

• Whether you're fem or masc, she'll get you the perfect outfit.

• Just know, you'll be carrying the stuff, and Freckle's aching arms are ever so grateful for your sacrifice.

• Late night study dates at either her dorm or a local library (depending on gender) are also pretty common, especially when finals roll around.

• She also likes when she can take a break from the work to sneak off somewhere private where you two can be all cuddly.

• As for Freckle, he mainly just goes with what you want to do.

• Want to head out and see a play? Freckle'll come along too. Spend some time just fixing things and cleaning? Freckle loves that? Recover after Rocky convinced you to do something stupid? Trust me, he's been there, and he's right there next to you.

• That's not to say he's completely hobbyless, he'll take you out to baseball games and parks when he's feeling confident.

• Freckle will stay away from anything too high energy though.

• He doesn't want to show off his more... psychotic side.

• He'll invite you over to his house however.

• As a friend, of course.

• You are about 70% sure that Nina knows, though, but doesn't say anything to keep Freckle happy.

• All in all, you three make things work, even with the weirdness of the situation.

• Oh and by the way, I hope you don't mind not having both of your hands when you're alone with them.

• Odds are the one of, if not both of them, will be holding your hands throughout the day.

• But hey, who needs hands when you've got a kick-ass girlfriend and a shy, unstable boyfriend?

[misssugarcat]

Time to Relax

Aesop Sharp x Reader – 1,2 k words

After a hard day of classes, I go to Professor Sharp's quarters in the evening and knock on his door.

"Come in", he says without turning around or taking his eyes off the papers. He has a glass of some alcoholic drink in his hand. The glass is half empty. His voice carries a gruffness that was almost like sandpaper and carried an air of boredom and irritation, but he was by no means being rude. There was just an air of exhaustion that hung about Aesop.

"How are you doing? An exhausting day?" I am a bit worried. He doesn't look good.

Aesop lets out a sigh and looks back. "You could say that. I suppose I could always use a drink or two." He shrugs. His words were clipped, short, and has an air of dismissal to them.

"What are you doing here?" His question wasn't exactly friendly. More just a statement. It carried a hint of curiosity, however, as he glances over at me for a moment before taking another sip of his drink.

"I actually thought that you would be happy about my visit. I could distract you." I shrug.

Aesop takes another long drink from his glass. "You thought wrong", he says coldly. He wasn't trying to be rude, just trying to say it in a matter-of-fact sort of way. He doesn't want to sugar-coat it, he is just tired. "I don't need any distractions right now. Just some alone time." He sighs, finishing up his drink. "But maybe another day." He looks at me, his lips twitching into a half-smile.

"Sure, of course. Maybe we can see each other at the weekend?"

"Yeah. The weekend should be good." He sets his glass down. It wasn't anything personal, he just has a lot going on right now. Things are still raw for him, and he needs a little bit of time to process and work through it. A part of him knows he was being unfair, but it was something he'd have to fix with time instead of a quick fix.

"Let me know if there's anything I can do for you." I kiss him.

Aesop's attention immediately shifts as the kiss comes in. He leans back in his chair and lets out a soft smile, and in a sudden shift, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, his lips pressing against mine in a passionate kiss that wasn't gentle – it was hard and almost rough, but it was tender in its own way. Eventually he pulled back and looked at me for a moment, a small smile playing at his lips. "Sorry, I- … it's been a long day."

"I know." I kiss him again.

He kisses me back, one hand resting at the base of my neck while the other gently cups my face as he leans in for another kiss. His expression is still soft, like he'd forgotten everything else for a moment in the heat of the kiss.

"Am I supposed to stay here? I could stay at your place, relax you a bit ... maybe a blowjob would help?" I grin mischievously.

Aesop laughs. "As if I'd say no to that." He looks down at his drink again for a moment, then back up – he has a small grin on his face, and he takes a sip of his drink before setting it down again. "It's a bit late, but now that you've planted the idea, I guess we could stay up for another few hours and have a drink or two." He chuckles softly. "I like your thinking."

I sit down onto his lap and kiss him. His arms wrap around my waist, and he kisses me back, leaning in close. "I guess we're spending the night together, then …" I grin and kneel in front of him and open his trousers.

Aesop chuckles. "Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that …" But he doesn't sound like he is complaining. If anything, he sounds like he is enjoying my surprise. He lets out a shuddering breath as his heart skipped and flutters and his head fogs up a touch.

I laugh softly. Then I lean forward to help him relax.

Aesop lies in bed beside me. His arms are wrapped around me and he looks at me with a small smile that was half-frowned. He feels content and happy, and for a moment he feels a little bad about being a bit of a grouch beforehand. He looks at me, a soft and weary smile on his face. Then he lets out a long and heavy breath. "You're an absolute blessing, you know that?"

I laugh. "Sounds like you're feeling better now?"

He chuckles, a warm and happy sound. "Oh, much. I needed that, thanks." Aesop then leans up and places an affectionate kiss on my cheek. "I'm sorry for being all grouch before. It's not you, just, I've not been myself lately and I do apologize."

I frown. "Are you okay?"

He sighs. "It's just … lots on my mind. Lots of things to figure out and worry about. That's all." He gives me a warm smile. "But it's nothing a good rest and lots of cuddling with my girlfriend can't make better." He giggles.

I grin and kiss him. "Fancy another round?"

"I could go for another round or two." He chuckles. "I could do it all night. You're so damn pretty." He leans in again and kisses me deeply on the lips. He pulls away after a moment and smiles at me. "You're a beautiful girl, you know that? I think that's what I've been missing, besides all the crazy business in my life. I've not had enough of you." He kisses my shoulder. "What did I do to deserve a gal as pretty as you?" He teases. "But to be honest, I'm serious … I've been asking myself this question ever since I met you." He kisses my passionately.

I pull him to me. The kiss deepens and our tongues play with each other.

Aesop feels something inside of him shift and he finds himself getting more and more invested in the kiss. He wraps his arms around me and he kisses back, pushing into me as his tongue meets mine.

He is snuggled beside me. Eventually he'd fallen asleep, and now he is lying in bed, a small smile on his face as he looks at me, his arms wrapped around me. That feels good.

Life is tough, but in that moment, things are good. Just for a little bit, things were good – and that's all that matters.

Aesop smiles and gently kisses the top of my head before he snuggles up again closely beside me. Life has him down, but he is glad to have someone like me by his side, and he wanted to let me know that. He hopes that someday, he could return the favour when I needed him.

For now? He was just going to give me all of him. In more ways than one.

[djtheabishai]

Random Facts About: Simebarb

Ring Check. (Story below the cut off. You're more than welcome to read it.)

After a rather traumatizing and scary experience with a Barbatos look a like (A demon disguised themselves as Barb to get to Simeon), Both Simeon and his husband , the real Barbatos, decided to do what they call a "Ring Check".

They got the idea from D.J.'s Aunt Kat.

They decided to use the "Ring Lock" spell. The "Ring Lock" spell is a spell that once the ring is on, no one, not even you, no matter how hard you try, can't take it off except the person that put it on (or you loose that finger, but the ring will still be locked on it).

So every night or each time they meet, they would do a "Ring Check". Barbatos doesn't mind it one but and understands. And he was the one who suggested the constant check.

Simeon would slide Barbatos's ring to the the closest knuckle and slide it back, locking it again and Barb would to the same to Simeon.

If the ring doesn't move, they instantly know they're not his husband and go on the defense. Simeon usually kicks the imposter away while Barbatos grabs the neck of the imposter.

If it does move, they'll be happy, especially Simeon, and carry on whatever they have planned.

Here's a little story about these two. It may or may not be a bit off topic, that's up to you.

Sitting on the bed, blanket covering their bare bodies from the waist down, between his husband's legs, back to chest, Simeon was fiddling with the ring on his husband's finger. Turning and sliding it back and forth between knuckles.

His other arm being around Simeon's waist, rubbing his thumb against his side, Barbatos, left kisses and small marks up and down his lover's neck, hoping to take his mind off whatever's bothering his fallen angel.

In another effort to help his love, he moved the hand Simeon was holding and moved it to cup his cheek and turn his face to him, capturing his lips in a sweet and gentle kiss.

Simeon hummed in delight, kissing back as he brougt a hand to tangle itself in his lovers hair, scratching at his scalp, earning a light purr from the time demon.

Dispite his love kissing back, Barbatos could easily tell it did little to ease his mind. So he pulled back and held the fallen angel's chin in a firm but gentle hold, green eyes locking onto blue.

"My love, if it's not to much to ask, what is plaguing your mind?" He asks.

Simon's eyes widen a bit, he then sighs, knowing he'll have to tell him eventually.

"It's just... I've noticed you've been spending a lot of time with M.C. lately and.." He trails off and looks away.

"Simeon, I told you they would be around a lot so I can help them." He reminded. Simeon quickly looks at him. "I know, but.." He cuts himself off with a sigh.

Barbatos blinks. Then chuckles. "You're worried I'll leave you for them, aren't you?" "Even I noticed they're trying make advances on you and that damn class is just an excuse to try to take you from me!"

"Simeon," He brings the hands with the rings up in front of them. "what is this?" He asks, rubbing his thumb on Simeon's ring. "A ring." "What kind of ring?" Simeon gives a small smile but doesn't answer.

"Answer me Simeon. What kind is it?" He asks again, grinning as he gently glides the fingers on his waist, making the fallen angel squirm and giggle. "I-It a wedding ring." The fallen angel managed to say through giggles.

"And who put that wedding ring on your finger?" " Y-You did!" " And notice how I have matching one to yours?" Simeon nods, moving his free hand to stop his fingers from tickling him more. " Who put mine on me?" Barbatos asks, hugging him closer and laying his head on his shoulder. "I did."

"And the vows we took?" "For better or for worse, in sickness and in health, for rich or for poor."

"Simeon, we've been through literal hell and back for each other. If you think I'm gonna let someone come between us, then you better guess again. I am yours, you are mine. No one's gonna take me from you, no one's gonna take you from me. I WILL NOT allow that.

I am keeping a close watch on M.C. and I'm well aware what they are doing. I'm not gonna become part of their collection of partners and neither are you.. unless you truly want to, then I'll join for you." He said, earning a light shove and playful glare from his husband, making him laugh.

"The twins are aware of what M.C. is doing and keeping a close watch on their husbands as well." He explains.

"Well, I want you to and your undivided attention all to myself." Simeon states. " And I feel the same." Barbatos says, kissing his cheek.

"Do I need to show you how much of my undivided attention you got? " The demon teased, slowly rubbing his hand up and down his lover's inner thigh, kissing his neck again.

Simeon blushed and sighs out from the feeling. "M-Maybe."

"Then, my angel, allow me to show you just how much." Barbatos purrs and kisses him deeply.

[gnsuji]

hello hello! i'm molly (she/her) and i'm bringing goth gfs back to the cultural zeitgeist with my sweet girl nam suji, based on the blush skeleton! intro and wanted connections below the readmore, click for pinterest (wip) and profile & press like if you want me to slide in your dms for plots 💌

BACKGROUND

gaenari native, born and raised. her family life will be expanded upon sometime in the future, but her parents are widely recognized as good folks, community pillar types, protestant christians (her uncle's a pastor somewhere, used to live in gaenari but uhh the lord guided him to somewhere with faster internet connections and fewer mines ) + her mother works at city hall in my own hc, her dad does... something else. just the most normal dude job you can think of, probably

suji was never a top tier student, not the most popular kid on the playground, etcetera, never quite remarkable but always above average. she could hang with those on top of the social ladder or slum it with the band kids, and academically she was remarkably consistent in all grades. a pleasure to have in class, if you will

played violin since she was a child, mostly because her parents are intent on their kids doing something during their formative, and she happened to be ace with the bow and strings. not a creative type though, at least not concerning music.

within these parameters, her teenage years went by mostly without incident. she got an art scholarship to a university out of town, and simply followed the path laid out in front of her without much thought

turns out the path most traveled was not the one for her. suji struggled to adapt to life in the city, reinventing herself as a young adult, and to reconcile with music as a profession rather than as a hobby and emotional outlet. it's one thing to be a prodigy in your hometown, and something else entirely to be at the bottom tier of special admissions

enter the goth (poser) phase, blunt cut bangs, staying up late wondering if her life is just irrevocably fucked up now, and the threat of academic probation. suji would find herself wishing for some sort of resolution to this building tension, to somehow have the responsibility for her future taken out of her hands again

"careful what you wish for cuz you just might get it" – "when i grow up", dolls domination (2008), the pussycat dolls

the way she explained it to her parents, her hand got hit by a car door slamming shut. who were you in the car with? it doesn't matter. why did you put your hand out then? it doesn't matter. suji returned home with her wrist in a brace and her tail between her legs, another one in a long line of small town folk who tried to measure their worth in the big city and were found wanting.

soft tissues and nerves heal in their own time, and the academic year marches on relentlessly without her. she would like to think that they miss her back at school, that her presence made some sort of impression, but that's all up in the air. for now, her time is split between working at the nano boutique downtown and mulling about at home like a spinster out of an austen novel

because she does feel some type of way about being back home. about the way people act like they know her because they knew each other five years ago, because they had crushes on each other's older brothers back in grade school, because they used to do homework together or spend their summers at the cinema or the mall. suji feels different though. she looks different, all grown up and jagged, and darker, somehow. the past coils inside her like a metal spring

some things are the same, no matter how much she tries to will them away. a perpetually embarrassed smile, flushed cheeks, familiar faces greeting her with undue confusion or pleasant surprise written all over their features. is that really nam suji? my my, she's really grown up.

PERSONALITY NOTES

rather desperate for acknowledgement/affection/recognition etc but far too concerned with her own mystery to actually ask for it. desperately wants you to compliment her bangs :(

private and protective of her thoughts but not particularly shy. she's always been sociable to a fault, a friend to all is a friend to none etc

was never much of a showman with the violin, more into the meditative and repetitive aspect of honing her craft. in light of recent events, she rarely plays in front of others anymore. maybe it's something she'll pick up in the future, maybe not

aside from music, her interests are rather mundane. media literate, adequately sporty, depending on the phase of the moon (jury's still out on that one) she can either drink you under the table or black out after two shots. voted best girl at the company work dinner (there is only one other employee)

CONNECTIONS

gaenari public school alumni! menacing upperclassmen, homeroom sweethearts, homework fraud collaborators, secret admirers – whatever your heart desires!! suji was chronically overstimulated for like 3 years straight but high school was still probably her most fun years.

for the fashionably challenged, the vintage band shirt connoisseur, or the select few with a developed taste to enjoy suji's eclectic playlists, stop by nova boutique during her shift and prepared to have your world rocked 😎

downtown hustlers aka anyone who has a job downtown and who might appreciate some company for lunch ooooor the occasional after work happy hour cocktail to vent about life..

childhood/family friends! suji was a big time pokémon kid so do with that information what you will....

summer fling from right before she left for university! probably someone from school, but in any case someone local. maybe they both had big plans for the future, maybe her leaving cut them deep, or maybe they were both happily thinking they could avoid each other now that she's back in town and... well! things never go according to plan, do they?

while i'm a sucker for awkward and emotionally charged reunions, suji is in desperate need of some new acquaintances. free of baggage and expectations, just seeing her for the cringefail young woman that she is &lt;3

[hchollym]

Percy and Marcus get changed in a rush and swap clothes, a lot of questions are asked when Percy shows up wearing Marcus’s quidditch sweater and Marcus shows up wearing Percy’s weasley sweater

Thank you so much for the prompt! 😊

I love it, but I'm not sure that I did it justice, so if anyone else wants to write another version of it, then I'd love to read it! 😍

Warnings: Mild Language & Some Sexual References/Discussion. I'll cross-post this to AO3 later.

Better Late Than Never

Percy Weasley has never been late to class in his life, and he certainly isn’t going to let it happen now that he’s the Head Boy.

He blames Marcus – his bloody gorgeous, distracting boyfriend makes him lose all sense of time and logic (thank Merlin the twins don't know about him; they'd never let Percy live it down), which is why Percy is frantically trying to get ready, throwing on a shirt and collecting his materials to dart out the door.

For once, Marcus is just as rushed as him since he has quidditch practice (none of the Slytherin Quidditch Team is taking NEWT-level Transfiguration at this hour like Percy). Normally, Marcus just takes his sweet time, uncaring if he's tardy to anything (sometimes even doing it on purpose), and a small part of Percy is feeling rather proud that he is able to make his boyfriend lose track of time when it matters too.  

That thought doesn't last long as he heads to the door, pulled back briefly by Marcus for a quick goodbye kiss, before walking briskly to class – running in the halls is against the rules, after all. He just barely makes it in time, and Professor McGonagall gives him a strange look but doesn't say anything.

He spends the rest of class focusing diligently on the work, ignoring the way his classmates are glancing at him and whispering – they’re probably just jealous by how high his grades are in the course, but perhaps they’d be able to achieve the same marks if they devoted a little more time to studying and a little less time to gossiping.

It isn’t until he gets to the Great Hall for lunch that he finally realizes something is amiss. Everyone sitting around him keeps looking at him oddly, and he frowns. Do I have ink on my face again? He rubs it to check, but his hand comes back clean.

"What in the bloody hell-"

"-are you wearing?" Fred and George ask in turn when they show up.

Percy glances down, freezing when he realizes he's wearing a Slytherin Quidditch Team sweater. His eyes widen in panic, and he can’t help but glance over to the Slytherin table just in time to see Marcus sit down, wearing a maroon sweater with a gold 'P' on the chest.

Percy's fairly certain he stops breathing - though in the back of his mind, he can't help but notice how good Marcus looks in his sweater; it stretches over his chest, tight around his muscles, making them look bloody delicious, and he would be drooling if he weren't busy panicking.

How had he not noticed that they were wearing the wrong sweaters? Marcus' sweater was so much bigger and baggier (and comfortable and good-smelling and –), and how had he been so oblivious?! Everyone follows his gaze, and he knows they put it together a second later when there are a few gasps.

"Flint!" Fred and George scream at once.

Marcus looks at him then, smirking smugly, and oh, that little shit is enjoying this. He has no problem with their relationship being public knowledge (in fact, he'd been trying to get Percy to admit it, because he said he wanted to "make sure everyone knows you're mine").

He can feel his face heat up like it's on fire as he looks down at his plate. Fred and George are losing it next to him, ranting and raving about the shock and treason, and Oliver is bloody laughing at him – the traitor – but thankfully that does help, because then the twins transfer their ire to their Quidditch Captain for clearly knowing about this and not telling them. As Oliver holds his hands up in surrender to two furious Weasleys, Percy just hopes that this revelation blows over soon (doubtful).

Over the next few days, he's actually shocked by how few people bother them about it. People whisper all the time, and the Slytherins tease Marcus (but nothing too harsh because they probably know he would murder them without hesitation), and Oliver makes sure most of the Gryffindors leave him alone (and Percy is really grateful for that because he knows that Oliver is not Marcus' biggest fan and has never been happy about their relationship, but he’s doing this for Percy anyway).

The only ones who give him hell are the twins (even Oliver's not brave enough to intervene with them), and they alternate between berating him for his awful taste in men (“Why can’t you date Diggory or Rogers instead!?”) and teasing him (“You are the cliché of the good girl liking the bad boy, Perce").

It could be worse though. Nobody told his parents – he's assuming, because they haven’t written him – but Bill writes him a letter stating how worried he is for Percy because he doesn't want some Slytherin manipulating him, and he expresses doubt that Percy ever learned about gay sex during “The Talk”, so he hopes Percy knows that he is supposed to use condoms for anal sex too. Percy wants to burn the letter and throttle him, but then Bill finishes the note by saying that if Marcus ever hurts Percy, then he'll make sure he gets permanently lost in a pyramid, and well, that’s actually rather sweet.

Charlie sends him a nice, supportive letter saying congratulations on getting a boyfriend and wanting to know all about their relationship, and Percy decides that Charlie is now his favorite brother.

That only lasts approximately 2 minutes though, because then Marcus gets a howler, and Charlie's voice rings out across the Great Hall, going off on Marcus for taking advantage of Percy who is "innocent" and “pure” and how Marcus better keep his slimy paws off Charlie's baby brother. Percy is mortified as everyone starts laughing, and now Charlie has officially been moved down to Percy’s least favorite sibling.

But Marcus just grins and winks at him, and he’s wearing Percy’s sweater again, and Percy’s stomach flips. He thinks he may have developed a thing for Marcus wearing his clothes, because they look damn good on him, and he likes that everyone knows that Marcus is his (and okay, now he gets what Marcus meant about the public claim).

So, he decides to wear Marcus' sweater again the next day, and he’s rewarded by Marcus’ pupils dilating in raw desire. As Percy stands up to leave the Great Hall, Marcus jumps up and follows him, and Percy decides that he won’t mind being late to class, just this once.