#throw in two idiot brothers who love embarrassing you?

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I was curious if you had any head canons pertaining to Malik Al-Sayf and him as a person? Let's forget that he is an assassin for a second and focus on him as an individual. Like is he comfortable with the loss of his left arm or is he embarrassed by it? What sparked his interest in maps and making them? Why was he so close with Kadar his baby brother? The more humanizing elements.

INDEED, I DO HAVE HEADCANNONS ABOUT THE DAI OF JERUSALEM! Ahem... But fr tho I do have a lot of head cannons about Malik as a person.

I don't know why...but he gives major "I'm abusive and angry toward the idiot novice but I'm actually really sweet" vibes. I think he's a total sweetie bear behind constantly humbling Altair lol

I think we ALL know that Altair's redemption arc wouldn't have been the same without Malik's verbal bashings and occasional scroll throwing.

About the loss of his left arm...

He was angry at first. Very angry. He had plans of how he wanted to help the Brotherhood and further their cause he so believes in, and then suddenly it was all taken away. He was told that he could no longer be in the field lest he be unnecessarily slain and then sent to Jerusalem. (This winds up fueling his spite and he became obsessed with mastering one armed swordsmanship...to the point where he could put two armed Altair on his ass lol)

Now he did go of his own free will, but he knew they put him in charge to soothe any battered ego he had. The man felt that it was a form of pity and emotional smothering. He had felt that Al Mualim had "requested" him to depart from Masyaf as a way to keep him from killing Altair... because he wanted to. He had felt...betrayed by what he believed in after it took so much from him and then it just swept him to the side like an old sandal. But being away and trying to focus on his responsibilities helped. Being alone also gave him time to cool down from his anger and focus on mourning his baby brother which he needed a lot of time to do.

He's not necessarily embarrassed by losing his arm, but he does feel inconvenienced by it from time to time. Forgetting that he no longer has a left hand to multitask and reach for things with. He was mad when he discovered that he couldn't carry as many books as he used to be able to, but he's smart so he found ways to get by (one of them including making a certain novice carry them lest he refuse and get bonked on his hooded coconut)

Malik can handle himself and you just KNOW that he mastered his f- you glare by giving the death stare to anyone who looked for too long ahaha. He does not appreciate staring AT ALL. He has eyes to make eye contact with hello. He also gets tired of explaining his sudden missing limb and of people expressing sympathy at the beginning because it just refreshes everything - plus he's Malik Al-Sayf OKAY he doesn't need BOTH ARMS to be a BADASSARINO.

He also feels vulnerable from time to time, and he doesn't like that one bit. He already lives a high alert lifestyle so losing his arm put him on peak "don't touch me or I won't hesitate" mode. The vulnerability wore on him for a while but eventually he became confident enough in his skills to protect himself again and his love helped too.

Though in a way he does appreciate the new awareness that losing his arm has brought him. It made him more reactions quicker and he became more responsive - such as a catching a falling book in the blink of an eye or blocking the cat from bapping his quill in the inkwell and knocking it over lol. (He has a cat in there with him and you CAN'T TELL ME OTHERWISE)

As for his interest in maps and making them...

We know that Malik was jealous of the way that Altair from a young age was "the favorite" of Al Mualim - so we can assume that he does in fact feel jealousy and it affects him on different levels. Whether it consists of the manifestation of saltiness toward the one he's jealous of, or it results in him learning a new skill. SO -

Malik was jealous of the eagles. Yes, the bird. He was always jealous of how they could fly so high up into the sky and see everything, everywhere, far and wide from multiple angles, and it made him wonder if such a thing was possible for him. When he could, he loved climbing up to high places - not to perform the Leap of Faith - to see the view from above. He loved it. And it made him think about other ways he could see everything from different perspectives.

Then he discovered Cartography. Needless to say, he was ecstatic lol. Map making for him was the perfect way to achieve what he wanted. He could have an Eagle Eye view of a large area from multiple perspectives and see everything just like he wanted. He could even make multiple versions of it from different angles! He could make a map of Masyaf from his POV in the mountains OR from the top of the Bureau.

I also think that him being so into cartography is a bit of a traumatic response. If he has a map and he knows the place intimately or can study it to see what it holds, he feels better about sending someone there or going himself. He didn't know what the Temple of Solomon held that day...and if he had he would have made Kadar stay home.

I even have a head cannon that Malik makes multiple versions of maps not just from different perspectives and to have backup copies, but to troll people haha. You telling me that this man wouldn't make a fake as hell map to fool Templars in case they stole them? I just KNOW he gave Altair multiple maps and told him to keep the true one on his person so if the enemy was successful in snatching the maps they'd get BAMBOOZLED ACK-

Finally, you wanted to know why I think he was so close with his baby brother Kadar...

I believe that he was so close with his baby brother Kadar because he's a family man, he's loyal, and he loves hard. They didn't really have their parents growing up so more oft than not he felt alone in the world. But no matter how alone he felt Kadar was always there for him, whether it was annoying him, joking with him, or just sitting with him. He fell into the role of big brother easily and got used to being the protective provider. Without Kadar he no longer had someone to care and look out for and Malik didn't know what to do with himself besides bury himself in his work.

It felt like a knife to heart when he lost the only family he had ever truly had because he knew that the Brotherhood was merely a figment of family - not the true family that he wanted. He had always dreamed of Kadar and him having their own families and bringing them both together to be one big happy family. But when Kadar was killed the reality of that dream never coming true...hit him hard.

Malik was also incredibly angry by the slaughtering of his brother Kadar because he was so young. He had so much potential and so much life to live - and it was taken like it had never even existed. He had imagined teasing Kadar about falling in love when the time came, the pride he would feel watching his baby brother one day become a Master Assassin as he had always dreamed of, the happiness he would feel on behalf of his little brother when he became a father. He had imagined what it would've been like to grow old and have Kadar crack jokes about aching bones and greying hair. Malik had imagined watching his little brother grow up the same way parents would anticipate watching their child grow.

Now, for the rest of his life he'll be tortured by "what ifs" and possibilities that will never happen. Malik felt robbed of the one true gift he had ever received in his life - especially as most people in his position don't get what he had. Family.

[thebest-medicine]

I finished 2 more tickletober fics today! they’ll be up in the next day or two

[daycourtofficial]

Rejection

Summary: After some drinks, Azriel finds out you’ve been keeping a secret from him.

Author’s note: hehe what kinda crack was I given I hope yall feel fed these days

“Nothing stings quite like rejection,” you say, taking another sip from your class. A loud laugh fills the air.

“There’s no way you’ve ever been rejected,” Cassian tells you, popping open another bottle of wine.

You roll your eyes, “I’ve been rejected before, Cass.”

Cassian doesn’t look at you as he pries the cork out of the bottle, foregoing a glass and drinking straight from the bottle before he says, “by who? Someone blind who can’t smell?”

You’re taken aback, “by someone who can’t smell?”

He shrugs, “you smell really nice.”

You smile a little, “thank you?”

“Who was it?” Feyre asks from the other side of Cassian, moving her legs beneath her.

You, Cassian, Feyre, Nesta, and Azriel were lounging around the sitting room, each drinking from a bottle of wine, reminiscing on past love lives.

Azriel looks at you as your cheeks heat, telling her, “it’s too embarassing, you’ll laugh.”

“Were they out of your league?” Nesta asks, intrigued by the new topic.

You gulp down your wine, making eye contact with her steely gaze, “uh, yes, definitely.”

Cassian’s laugh is boisterous as he claps your back, “well tell us. Who could be out of your league?”

Feyre laughs, “yeah I think we need to know so we can go see this perfect specimen.”

Your face is even redder, at both the compliment and knowing who it was. You sigh, knowing they’ll never give up until they find out who it was.

“Okay fine,” you say, breathing in deeply. “A few decades ago, after a high lord’s meeting, I asked someone out, they agreed, and then they didn’t show up.”

“Ouuuuuuch,” Cassian drawls, “what an idiot. That hurts worse than being told no.”

“Yeah,” you respond, “it was embarrassing, but I don’t harbor any bad feelings about them.”

You turn to see Feyre thinking about something. “If it was at a high lords meeting, surely we know them then?” Feyre asks.

Your heart begins beating out of your chest, “oh, you definitely know him.”

“It’s a him! It’s a him!” Cassian shouts as you finish off your wine, opening a new bottle.

Rhys strolls into the room at all the commotion, looking as his family devours his wine collection.

“What’s the point in buying all this wine if you all drink it without me?” He strolls towards Feyre, kissing her on the head before sitting next to her.

“She was just about to tell us about when she got stood up for a date after a high lord’s meeting.”

“Ah,” Rhys says, “when you asked out Azriel.”

Everyone stills, and your eyes are glued on the drink in your hand. The blood is rushing through your ears, but you make out a soft what amongst the noise.

Cassian throws his head back laughing, “you asked out Az? And he stood you up?”

His laugh is booming through the room, but not for the reason you think. You fold into yourself a bit, shoulders sagging as Cassian says, “that’s cold, brother.”

Azriel does not address his brother’s taunts, eyes focused on you.

“You never asked me out.”

“Yes I did. I asked you out to this bar, you said yes, and I waited there for a bit before giving up.”

“No you didn’t,” he says, pouring through his memories of all the meetings he’s attended over the years.

“Az, it’s fine. There are no hard feelings. You changed your mind or didn’t want to hurt my feelings by saying no.”

“No it’s not fine. I would have been there.”

You finally, finally look up at him.

Az turns his attention from you to Rhys, “how did you know she asked me out but I didn’t? What high lord meeting even was this?”

Rhys waves his hand, “it was before Amarantha.”

Feyre tenses at the name, but Rhys goes on.

“During a break I heard her ask you out, but Beron began speaking to me about something, pulling my attention away. I assumed you two went out and there just wasn’t anything there.”

“Which meeting was this?” Azriel asks.

Rhys blows out a breath, “Tarquin’s father wanted to talk about Amarantha and the threat she posed. We were in Dawn for close to a week with discussions that led nowhere.”

You wanted the ground to open a riff and swallow you whole. You even sent Feyre some thoughts.

I’ll give you anything if you kill me right here.

Her melodic laugh fills your mind.

Az adores you, though. I’m shocked he didn’t show up.

She pauses, then her voice rings again.

Also you’re hot as hell, who would say no?

You give her an exasperated look and are about to resign yourself to leave and never, ever interact with any of your friends again when Azriel’s voice picks up.

“I left that meeting early,” Az says, remembering, “one of my spies needed out, I had to go extract them discreetly.”

He looks at you, “it took a few days because they got seriously injured and I wanted to ensure they were okay before coming back. By the time I was done, discussions were over and we were back home in Velaris.”

His face falls a bit, “I-I completely forgot. I am.. so sorry.”

“I appreciate the apology but it was ages ago, I figured you got caught up with something or said yes because you didn’t want to hurt my feelings.”

“I said yes because I wanted to go.”

The two of you look at each other, forgetting everyone else was there.

He stands, walking towards you, extending a hand.

“I’m quite late, but would you like to accompany me this evening?”

You put your hand in his as shadows envelop the both of you.

The last the inner circle hears from the two of you is a soft yes on the wind.

[kimjun]

Package | Bat family x reader

You never stopped to think about being a mother, you are young and it was too early to think. Well, until you meet Bruce Wayne. You met him by accident, really an accident, you ran him over with your bike and then you went out to get to know each other better.

After many meetings, the marriage proposal finally arrived. As said above, you didn't think about being a mother. But marrying Bruce Wayne came with a package.

The first package was Dick.

He was adorable, he was always around you, he bragged to everyone that he had an incredibly beautiful mother. Mom, it was a surprise when you heard that word addressed to you.

It was a Friday, you went to pick Dick up from school because Alfred was on vacation, so you went to Dick's school. You were at the gate waiting, while sending some messages to friends and Bruce, little Dick approaches along with three boys.

—I told you she was beautiful. - Dick points at you, then crosses his arms.

—Wow.- one of the boys says.

—Stop drooling over my mother. –Dick speaks naturally as he gets into the car.

On the other hand, you become paralyzed trying to absorb the new information. When you finally get in the car, Dick hands you a drawing, it's him, you and Bruce.

—You can throw it away if you want. - Dick says, putting on his belt.

You've had this drawing saved for over fifteen years. A memory of the first time you became a mother.

—It's very beautiful, my love, thank you very much.

—Is it okay if I call you mom?

—You are my son, obviously you should call me mother.

Dick is a mama's boy, even at twenty-two he still runs into her arms.

The second package was Jason.

You were already in your pajamas, the calm rain turned into a storm and Bruce was already on his way back. You just didn't expect Bruce Wayne to show up with a boy cowering from the cold.

—Honey.- Bruce looked completely embarrassed. —This is Jason.

The boy looked at you, his beautiful eyes made you sigh with love for your newest baby.

-I am __.

It was a complicated relationship at first, in fact Jason only let you get close to him. He spent time with you at the library, you created a book club that was just the two of you.

It was a trusting relationship, when Jason had nightmares you would always be with him.

—It's okay, love, I'm here.

Jason started calling you mom because Dick did that.

—Are you my mother too? - Jason asked with his mouth covered in chocolate.

—Of course, right, - replies Dick. — If you're my brother, idiot.

He starts calling you mom. And you love the fact that you have two boys. Jason is also a mama's boy. When you learned of Jason's death the world stopped, you fell into a deep depression that you had to hide because Bruce Wayne brought a surprise.

The third package was Tim.

It was a little difficult, it wasn't Tim's fault, you love him, but he came so quickly that you haven't accepted Jason's death yet. The pain is horrible. But Tim needed love and you tried.

Tim heard you lost a son and it was still hard. He saw you crying several times, even though you hid to not show how fragile you are. Then one day, Tim came into the room where you were crying. He climbed onto the bed and hugged you.

—I'm sorry, I didn't want you to feel this pain, mom. - Tim was hugging you.

-Oh my love.

You were healing, Tim was there to help you, he knew you were broken.

-Mother?

-what?

—Nothing, it's cool to call you that.

—How about making cookies? - you smile.

—And coffee?

—You are prohibited from drinking coffee.

Tim is a mama's baby, he's always by your side when you need him, you take care of him with so much love that he just wants to reciprocate.

It is Tim who breaks the news that Jason is alive.

Bruce Wayne doesn't know when to stop and you don't really care.

The fourth package was Damian.

—Are you saying you have a child with another woman?

You need time to understand the situation, when Bruce explains it you still get suspicious. A new kid in the mansion. Harder than Jason as a teenager.

—Damian, it's going to rain, take an umbrella. - you say.

Damian looks at you.

—You're not my mother, you don't command me. - he leaves in a huff, taking the umbrella.

A new member of the book club, Jason was reluctant before accepting that Damian could join the club.

You noticed Damian was slowly approaching. If you are in the kitchen, he will come up to you and ask what you are doing. If you leave, he asks if he can come along. At the market he pushes the cart for you.

-Can I have this? - Damian points to some chocolates. He sighs remembering what Thalia told him.

You pass Damian picking up several bars.

—Yes, you can, my love.

Damian never complained about you calling him baby, living by your side is peaceful because you are a different person than his mother.

Damian wrote you a letter, actually a note.

YOU WANT TO BE MINE MOTHER?

Yes ( ) or no ( )

You thought it was so cute, you squeezed Damian saying yes, you accepted being his mother.

Damian is mommy's little baby to this day, he will always come to you looking for mommy's hugs and kisses.

Bruce Wayne is a big surprise, you love him, you love his children but every time you leave you fear that he will return with another child.

—I love you, but please try to have control, we have too many children. - you laugh.

—I think it's over, don't worry.

-He is sure?

—I think so, I'm going to stop adopting for a bit.

—You need therapy. - you laugh kissing your husband.

—We should have a baby of our own. - Bruce grumbles. You laugh, getting up from the couch.

—We already have too many children. - you scream running to the kitchen.

[stevie-petey]

episode four: the body

For the second time within a week, Steve Harrington almost kills you with his stupid BMW. Granted, the first time wasn’t necessarily his fault due to your crying, but this time just felt personal.  “Hey! Henderson!” “Jesus christ-” You’re biking to the Wheeler’s, lost in thought as the sun begins to set, when stupid Harrington scares the shit out of you.  His unexpected shouting causes you to swerve your bike towards his car and he has to slam on his brakes to avoid hitting you.  “Do you, like, have a fantasy about me hitting you with my car?”

summary: you basically have a "no babe don't cry over ur dead brother ur so sexy" moment with jonathan, hopper plays mr love doctor (cute date idea: coffin shopping), and somehow nancy wheeler makes you realize that you're a horrible babysitter and an even bigger idiot. meanwhile: steve harrington is frustratingly charming.

rating: general but plenty of cursing as usual.

warnings: cursing, fem!reader, and use of y/n.

words: 8k

before you swing in: hello ! happy eve of a spending time with loved ones, however ya choose to celebrate or not celebrate and all that jazz. i hope y'all are well and doing okay :) a LOT happens in this chapter, so buckle up. so many feelings and revelations my god. also this chapter is one i really loved writing purely because i got to explore more of steve and reader so ,,, ya welcome ! (hopefully i was able to clear up jonathans thoughts and how he processes, i really want it to come across as someone hurt and overwhelmed rather than just him being cranky lmao). anyways, enjoy !!

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It’s a quiet morning.

You roll over, the sunlight streaming through your curtains, and for a moment you forget. It’s a blissful moment, sweet naivety that strokes your cheek and coaxes your eyes open. As you throw your arms over your head and stretch, last night’s events haven’t caught up to you quite yet. 

Then you feel Jonathan’s body next to yours and for a moment you’re confused. He never sleeps in your bed whenever he spends the night, being ever the gentleman. No matter how many times you offer, he always insists on respecting your mother’s wishes and sleeping on the giant beanbag chair within your room, and it always makes your heart warm. 

Your mother had specifically bought the beanbag for Jonathan when you were thirteen. He had been spending more and more nights at your home, sneaking in through your window to avoid his parents fighting. At first he would simply fall asleep on your carpet, despite your many reassurances that he could sleep in your bed, so when your mom unexpectedly barged into your room one morning and saw him lying face down on the ground, she freaked. 

Once you had explained everything to her (with Jonathan’s permission), she had shoved you guys into her car, dropped him off at his house, and then found the beanbag at a garage sale for $10. 

“This way, he’ll have a place to sleep that’s soft and cozy, away from my young daughter,” she had said during the drive home. You had covered your face in embarrassment at her implication, but you were also incredibly proud to call her your mom at that moment. She may be overbearing at times, but she was the kindest woman you’ve ever met. 

You rub your eyes and glance at the bean bag that sits between your bed and wall, its dusty blue color almost glowing in the early morning light. Then you glance at Jonathan, who has woken up before you, and notice the redness in his eyes and the dark circles now darker than ever. 

Then it all comes rushing back to you. 

Will’s body in the quarry. 

Holding your brother as he mourned his friend. 

El, so quiet and shy and sweet, running away after your cruel dismissal. 

Jonathan showing up to your window hours later, broken and devastated. 

Then, late into the night, the two of you falling asleep, side by side in your bed, both needing each other more than ever before. 

The two of you get ready without saying anything. You hand Jonathan some spare clothes of his that you keep in a drawer before giving him some space as you go and take a shower. You spend longer than usual getting ready, but you pay no attention to the clock. There’s no way you’re going to school today. You’re not leaving Jonathan alone for even a second. 

Jonathan finishes getting ready before you do and waits in your room. Neither of you have said anything yet, last night being too fresh in your memories, but words aren’t needed between the two of you. 

You take his hand and lead him into your kitchen and wordlessly hand him a banana. He stares at you, and you stare back, silently challenging him to decline the food. He needs to eat. You’ve noticed how thin he’s gotten with everything happening. 

He sighs, knowing he won’t win this fight, and takes a bite out of the banana in a mocking manner, but you’re just relieved he’s eating. 

You grab your own breakfast before writing a note for your mom, informing her that you’ll be with Jonathan today and promising to make up any missed assignments as soon as you can. Then you quietly go into Dustin’s room to check up on him, but his bed is empty. You glance at his alarm clock and note the early hour, he doesn’t normally leave for school for another thirty minutes, which makes you frown. 

Where the hell did the kid run off to?

An uneasy feeling settles over you, but you don’t have time to question anything. Knowing Dustin, he ran off to school earlier than usual to see his friends and distract himself from last night. While your mom offered you both to stay home for the rest of the week due to Will’s death, neither of you have ever been good at staying put and dealing with your emotions.

Wherever your brother is, you know he needs his space.

Once everything is settled, you join Jonathan in his car and drive to his place. While he never explicitly asked you to this morning, you know that you’re going to his house with him to help him deal with his mother and the funeral preparations. 

He doesn’t have to ask, and you don’t have to tell him that you’ll help. 

You both just know. 

About halfway to his place, Jonathan finally speaks. 

“The cops say that Will crashed his bike and fell into the quarry,”

“Jonathan, we don’t have to talk about it right now-”

“My mom doesn’t believe that he’s dead. She-she insists that he’s in the walls, that he can speak through-through… Christmas lights.”

His voice shakes as he speaks, and you can’t tell if it’s due to grief or anger. 

“Will is dead and my mom chooses to believe that there’s some monster in our walls that took him.”

“A monster?” you think about El and her powers and the fear on the boys’ faces when she pulled out the Demogorgon piece. Then you remember the other night at the Byers’ home when Joyce came running outside as the lights were flickering wildly. Her fear had been genuine. 

“A fucking monster that’s hiding in our walls. She wouldn’t… she wouldn’t listen, Y/N. I tried talking to her, to calm her down, but she just…” His words fade off, and he clenches his jaw as tightens his hands around the steering wheel. 

You’re not sure what to say. It’s a tough situation, a fucking heartbreaking one, and it’s all so unfair. Jonathan needs his mom, but his mom needs Will. 

You rest your hand behind his head and allow your fingers to rub circles against his skin. He leans into your touch, and for now this is all you can do. 

The state of the Byers’ home has only gotten worse since the last time you were there. There’s now letters painted on the wall and string lights placed all throughout the house. There’s also clothes in random corners and trash thrown around. 

Jonathan had been staying in this house alone, watching his mother spiral. Your stomach twists with guilt. 

You should’ve been there more for him, but instead you allowed your petty need to help everyone distract you from what’s important. 

Joyce is passed out on the couch with an ax clutched between her hands, which breaks your heart even more. Jonathan walks over to wake her up and you give the two of them some privacy as you head into the kitchen to make Joyce some breakfast. 

Their fridge is barren, but you aren’t surprised. You make do with the few eggs you find and get to work; it isn’t much, but it’ll have to do. As you prepare breakfast, you notice a stack of Will’s drawings on the kitchen table, which causes you to gag with remorse. 

There’s still so much of Will within these walls, his entire childhood still locked inside, untouched, and yet the house lacks his presence. 

He’s gone. 

– 

You wait with Hopper in the morgue waiting room, nervously tapping your foot and frantically trying to distract yourself with a comic. The words blur together in your head and the images float around. You can’t focus on anything. For once, Spidey’s quips and banter can’t distract you from reality. 

Not only are you incredibly worried for Joyce and Jonathan, but the thought of Will’s body being a wall away from you sends chills down your spine. You can’t imagine what’s happening behind the doors, and you’re secretly relieved that you’ll never know. 

“What’s taking so long?” Hopper’s voice breaks you from your thoughts.

You put your comic down and listen, figuring that it’s best if you’re caught up on everything so that you can store away any useful information for later. 

The front desk lady sighs. “Well, everything’s been a bit chaotic around here without Gary.”

This catches Hopper’s attention. “Without Gary?”

“I thought you knew. Those men from State, they… they sent Gary home last night.”

Now this catches your attention. Why would the State replace the town’s coroner? 

“So who did the autopsy?” 

“Someone from State.” 

Hopper looks at you, almost as if to ask if you’re also hearing this, and you give him a slight nod. It’s odd, really damn odd. 

“Why would they send someone for a little boy?” You ask Hopper, but he only shakes his head in response. 

In the back of your mind, you think about what El had warned you of. The bad men, the people she has to hide from… it didn’t make sense at the time, but now…

Your thoughts are cut off as Jonathan runs out the door, his hand over his mouth, and you immediately get up to help him outside. He throws up against the wall outside, and you wince at the smell. You’ve never been good with people getting sick, but Jonathan needs you right now, so you rub soothing circles on his back as he throws up. Once he’s done, you head back inside and wait for Joyce. 

You offer Jonathan a tissue before coaxing him to rest his head on your shoulder. Having nothing else to do, yet urgently wanting to help, you begin to read him some panels from your comic. He doesn’t say anything, so you take it as a sign to keep going. Your voice is hoarse from all your crying, but you read aloud anyways. 

Hopper watches your interaction with a small interest. You don’t notice his curious eyes and the way they seem to glint with sincerity. In his eyes, the two of you will get together soon enough. 

After a couple minutes, Hopper finally asks Jonathan how Joyce is holding up. The boy straightens up, but grabs your hand to steady himself, and responds as best as he can. He explains the lights, the letters on the wall, everything. 

“She’s had anxiety problems in the past, but this…? I don’t know.” He takes a shaky breath, and you draw reassuring patterns on the back of his hand. “I’m worried it could be… god, I don’t know.”

“She’s grieving,” you remind him, and he nods. 

“Yeah, she’s grieving, but she’ll be okay. We’ll be okay; my mom, she’s tough.”

“Like Spider-Man,” you say, though you don’t really mean to. You’re tired and the words just slip out, but Jonathan begins to laugh. 

“Yeah, like Spider-Man, you’re right. Thanks, bug.” 

“Anytime, bee.” 

Jonathan smiles at you, still softly laughing, and it’s then that you realize. He hasn’t laughed in days, he’s hardly even smiled, and yet here he is, smiling at the stupid nickname you gave him and laughing at the stupid joke you didn’t even mean to say; you realize you’d do anything to get him to laugh again, to give you that smile that he’s only ever reserved for you. He squeezes your hand and his eyes shine for a moment with a familiar warmness that has always made you weak. 

It hits you like a cold, cruel wave on a harsh winter day. 

You’re in love with Jonathan. 

Fuck.

It’s horrible timing, and you feel sick with guilt for realizing that you love your best friend merely hours after his brother has died, but now it’s all you can think about. 

You love him, you love him more than you’ve ever loved anything before, but you can’t tell him. It wouldn’t be fair, and you don’t have the time. 

You’re thankful when Hopper begins to talk again, reiterating that Joyce is tough, so that you have the time to process your newfound feelings. 

Then Joyce comes crashing through the door, screaming about how whatever is in the other room isn’t Will, ignoring everyone who tells her to calm down. Both you and Jonathan stand up to calm her down, your comic dropping to the ground in the process, but she doesn’t listen and instead runs outside. 

“Mom!” Jonathan follows after her. 

You sigh and tuck your hair behind your ears before picking up the comic. You know that Jonathan needs to be alone with Joyce right now, give them some privacy, it’s a personal matter. More personal than anything else, and yet you also selfishly don’t want to be near him for a few moments so you can collect yourself as well. 

As you’re gathering your things, Hopper clears his throat. 

“Do you love him?”

You freeze, having not expected such a personal question. You’ve only just realized your feelings for him, how the hell has Hopper already figured it out? “What does it matter? His brother is dead and his mom is losing it.”

Hopper rubs his hand over his face, giving you a warning look. “But do you love the kid?”

It’s the way he says it, like it means life or death, that has you respond, “I do.”

“Take care of him, then.” He looks you in the eyes as he says it, urging you to understand the weight of his words, and you do. 

You’ve heard about how his daughter had died and his wife divorced him soon after. They’d only ever been rumors to you, but now you know that they’re true. He’s telling you to take care of Jonathan, that your love for him means that you have to take care of him in a way that no one else can. 

In a way, you suppose that you and Hopper aren’t so different after all, and you gain a new sense of respect for the man. 

You swallow deeply and nod at him before excusing yourself to follow after Jonathan and Joyce. 

– 

The mother and son in question are a few blocks down the street, Joyce waving her son away as he follows her with the car. 

You sigh. 

This day definitely sucks. 

Running up to them is a pain in the ass, honestly. You get that you gave them some privacy, but damn. Did Jonathan seriously have to take the car as well? 

When you finally catch up, he’s parking. “Hey, what are you-” 

He doesn’t spare you a glance as he turns the engine off and runs after his mom. 

“Seriously?” You groan, clutching at a stitch in your side from running. Usually you’re a great runner, actually choosing to go for a run whenever you’re particularly stressed out or anxious. However with the shitshow that this week has been, you haven’t gone on your morning run in a while and you’re starting to feel the effects of being out of practice. 

Joyce, being surprisingly fast, is hard to catch up with, but you do your best as Jonathan sprints ahead of you. When he finally reaches her, he grabs at her jacket with a determined look in his eyes. 

You hang back, now regretting the fact that you left the coroner’s office in the first place. 

“Mom, stop!” 

“Just go home, Jonathan.”

“No, this is not an okay time for you to shut down.”

“Shut down… what-” The confusion in Joyce’s eyes is enough to make you feel Jonathan’s frustration as well. You feel for the woman, you really do, but she has another son to worry about. Jonathan is still here, he’s lost his own baby brother, he needs his mom now more than ever.

But Joyce, too lost in her own grief and desperation, can’t see that. 

“We have to deal with this, mom. We have to deal with the funeral!” You’ve never heard Jonathan raise his voice at his mom before, but after days of begging for her attention, you’re proud of him for defending himself.

The word “funeral” seems to snap Joyce out of her daze and once again she goes on her tangent about how Will’s body isn’t really back at the morgue, that he’s still alive, and Jonathan’s anger in his voice makes you ache. 

As he and his mom continue to yell at one another, a few nosy people in the town area stand and watch. They whisper to each other, no doubt about how Will’s death has made Joyce Byers crazy, and you kick a few rocks at them. 

“Fuck off! At least pretend that you aren’t a bunch of nosy assholes like most decent people do.” A woman sneers at you, but you wave your arms above your head, “Oh! Scary! Get fucked!” 

Eventually they do as they’re told and walk away from the screaming mother and son, which pleases you. 

You really hope that random lady wasn’t a patron of Bookstrordinary though. 

“Yeah, well, while you’re talking to the lights, Y/N and I will be planning a funeral for Will!” Jonathan’s voice is laced with bitterness as he screams at his mother, breaking your heart even more. “I’m not letting him sit in that freezer another day!” 

Joyce storms off, but you notice that her shoulders shake with tears as she leaves. 

It’s such a devastating situation, and while you’re also frustrated with the way she’s been treating Jonathan, you also know that maybe her craziness isn’t exactly “crazy”. El is still out there, even if you’re not sure where, and you think about how she was able to control the comic book and the game pieces. The static electricity you felt in the air when she used her powers, the same static you felt at the Byers’ home a few nights ago when Joyce came running outside with the lights flashing and Will’s song playing on the radio.

But then you think about how El promised that Will was alive. 

He isn’t; you see his dead body every time you close your eyes. 

So really, what is there to believe?

Lost in thought, you don’t notice Jonathan walking towards you until he grasps at your arm and flings you along back to the car with him. He’s breathing heavily and you notice that he’s shaking. He’s in no condition to drive. 

As you near the car you quickly reach around and grab his keys from his pocket before running over to the driver’s side and throwing yourself into the seat. Jonathan hates when you drive the car, not because you’re a bad driver, but because some part of him truly believes it’s impolite to make a girl drive. 

As cute as you think his chivalry is, today you couldn’t give more of a damn. 

Jonathan stands outside your door. “Y/N-”

“Nope, no time to argue, Byers. Get in.” 

“But-” 

“In.”

He does as he’s told, albeit with some attitude, but eventually the two of you are off. Without having to ask, you drive to the local funeral home. While you and Jonathan are similar in many ways, the one thing that pulls you together is planning. You both cling onto the stability that planning provides, and right now Jonathan is clinging onto his responsibilities for Will’s funeral.

Like he told his mom earlier, you and him have a funeral to plan. 

The funeral home is closer to the edge of Hawkins, so the drive is a longer one. Along the way Jonathan slowly begins to calm down, untensing his shoulders and releasing his clenched jaw. You let him take all the time he needs, thankful that for now you have some time to yourself to reflect over today’s revelation.

You love Jonathan. 

Those three words are heavy within your chest, and you almost don’t want to think about them, but you know that sooner or later you’ll have to. You glance at Jonathan, the late fall sun casts a warm glow on his face that for a brief moment brings back the boy you knew only a week ago, before everything changed. Then he turns to face you and you see the red in his eyes, his cheeks sunken in, and you know that you don’t have the time to unravel whatever you feel for him. 

He needs his best friend right now.

Jonathan’s voice breaks you from your thoughts, his voice cracking a bit from disuse. “Can we talk about yesterday?” 

You cast him a quick glance. “Yesterday?”

“Our… our fight, I guess.” 

“Oh,” you shift your hands on the steering wheel, now suddenly painfully aware of the silence within the car. “We don’t have to right now, bee. We should be focusing on the funeral arrangements.” 

Your voice catches on the word “funeral”, it still hasn’t sunk in yet that Will is really gone. 

“Bug, for the past eighteen hours all I’ve been thinking about is Will,” he takes a shaky breath and you gently place a hand on his, encouraging him to keep talking, “but when I’m not thinking about him… I’m thinking about you and what-what you said yesterday.” 

“I said a lot yesterday-” 

Jonathan gives you a pleading look. “Please just let me get this out, okay?”

You purse your lips but remain silent. 

“I will never, ever deserve you. This week and my actions have proven that. This isn’t some pathetic attempt to make you pity me, I was an asshole to you and I recognize that. You love people in a way that terrifies me, Y/N. You’re my best friend and I think I would actually die if I ever lost you.”

A snort escapes your lips, “you probably would.”

“I definitely would, but this isn’t about me. I’m so, so sorry for how I’ve been treating you lately and the fact that you’re driving me to a funeral home after watching my mom have a meltdown in the town square without even batting an eye is all the more proof that you’re too good for me.” 

“I wouldn’t say too good, but yeah. Close enough.”

“It’s more than enough, bug. That’s what terrifies me: I’m afraid that I’ll never be able to repay you for all that you’ve done for me, even before Will disappeared; you’ve been taking care of me since we were twelve.”

His words hang in the air as you allow them to wash over you. There’s so much you want to disagree with, namely the fact that he doesn't deserve you, but you know that he wouldn’t want to hear your arguments. 

Again you think about how similar the two of you are, and while you both give your all to the people that you love, your love comes freely while Jonathan has grown up believing that it comes with conditions. It’s never been a problem in your relationship until now, but you guess with how much you’ve been overcompensating for everything, the need to return it all has caught up with him. 

Finally, you speak. “You feel that you can’t accept my help because I’ve already done enough for you. Is that it?”

“Yeah,” Jonathan takes a deep breath. “I know it’s stupid, especially because I’m asking for your help right now with the funeral preparations, but…”

“I understand, but we’ll get through it,” you pull into the funeral home parking lot and turn the car off. “We always do, right?” 

“Right,” Jonathan’s smile is a weak one, but you accept it nonetheless. 

“Now, you ready to go look at children’s coffins like real men and women do?” 

He laughs at your poor attempt at a joke, but even he can admit that objectively the entire situation is morbid. “Only real best friends go coffin shopping together.” 

“My thoughts exactly, good sir.” Then, before you forget, you reach over and whack Jonathan’s head with the back of your hand. 

“Ow! What was that for?”

You shrug your shoulders, “ask Nancy.”

And with that, you unbuckle your seatbelt and head into the funeral home, trusting that Jonathan will follow eventually enough. Things aren’t exactly the same between the two of you, especially with your newfound feelings for him, but it’s a start. 

“I deserved that,” you hear Jonathan grumble, which makes you smile. 

You’ll take whatever you can get.

– 

You spot Nancy before Jonathan does. 

It wasn’t intentional, really, but the funeral home director was droning on and on about the different wood selections for coffins and finishes that you can customize and it all makes you want to throw up; the coffins before you are so small, you weren't really paying attention in the first place. 

She stands in the doorway and motions for you to get Jonathan’s attention, who is deeply focused on everything the old man is saying. A part of you wants to ignore the girl, but the scared look on her face tells you that this is something serious. 

You nudge your shoulder against Jonathan’s and point at Nancy; he excuses the two of you as you walk towards her. 

Jonathan shoves his hands in his pockets, a bit guarded. “Hey,”

“Hey, your mom, um… said you’d be here.” 

“You talked to Mrs. Byers?” You ask, feeling a sudden possessiveness over the woman. Sure, you were kind of okay sharing Jonathan with Nancy so long as she was with Harrington, but Joyce? She’s like a second mother to you.

It made you uneasy that Joyce even talked to her in the first place. 

Nancy tilts her head at you. “Yeah, it was only for a brief moment though. She seemed pretty… distracted.” 

“No shit. Her son died, Nancy.” 

The girl flinches a bit at your tone, which causes Jonathan to yank at your sleeve and shove you behind him. “Ignore her, we’ve had… Well, it’s been a long day.” 

You feel your shoulders drop and unclench your fists. “Sorry, is everything okay? Is it the boys?”

“No, they’re fine, I just,” Nancy’s eyes shoot towards you, uncertain, before directing them towards Jonathan. “Can we talk for a second?”

The photos Nancy shows you makes your blood run cold. They start with Barb sitting alone by the pool, but slowly she pulls out more and more pieces of the torn picture to create a terrifying image with a shadow-like figure looming over her friend. 

Jonathan tries to sum the shadow up to lens distortion, but you know that he’s wrong. Nancy asks more questions, trying to figure out exactly what has happened to Barb, but all you can think about is El. 

You check the time on your watch and curse. It’s late afternoon now, you’ve been gone with Jonathan since early this morning. Dustin hadn’t been in his room when you left and you stupidly assumed that he’d gone off to school. Now, seeing the picture of Barb and that thing… Something is so goddamn wrong. 

“The cops think that she ran away,” Nancy says. 

“Just like they did with Will,” you’re whispering more to yourself than to them, but Jonathan hears you anyway. 

“Maybe she did run away-” 

Nancy shakes her head. “No, she wouldn’t do that. They don’t know Barb. When I went back to Steve’s… I thought I saw something.”

Your head shoots up. “Nancy, what did you see?”

“Some weird man,” the urgence in your voice confuses the girl, but you silently push her to keep talking, “or… I don’t know what it was.”

Both you and Jonathan are quiet afterwards for very different reasons. 

He’s quiet because he probably thinks Nancy is crazy, just like his mom. 

You’re quiet because you’re currently afraid you’ve accidentally left your idiotic brother and his friends and El alone with very real monsters and possible bad men. The figure Nancy saw… El being terrified of bad people finding and hurting her…

Well shit. 

“I’m sorry, I-I shouldn’t have come here today-”

You stop Nancy from leaving. “No, you should stay… I think,” you look at Jonathan, nervous for how he may react to what you’re about to say. “I think I might have an idea of what you saw last night. A lot has happened since Will disappeared, things that I’m still trying to understand, but I think I know where to start finding an explanation.” 

Jonathan turns to you. “What? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Technically I did try telling you a few nights ago but then you yelled at me and threw a jacket at my face-” 

“You threw a jacket at Y/N?” Nancy asks, which you and Jonathan ignore. 

“But for now I can’t tell you anything else. I made a promise, and I’m not sure I’m right or even sane for considering it an explanation, but we need to leave. Now.”

“A promise? To who?” There’s an edge of hurt in Jonathan’s voice and you desperately wish you could explain more to him, but now isn’t the time. Not with Nancy sitting between you two and her own brother involved. You don’t want to cause any unnecessary worry for her; right now she needs to focus on Barb. You’ll wrangle in the boys, it’s your fault they’re even alone right now with El.

“I can’t exactly say who, but just trust me, okay? Again: I really hope I’m just insane and worried about nothing and that this will all be an embarrassing laugh for us later.”

“Y/N-”

“Jonathan, we need to go.” 

“‘We’?” Nancy now speaks up, seemingly fed up by your vague exchange with Jonathan.

You try to collect yourself and pretend like you have some amazing plan. “Yes, we. Jonathan will take you to the photo developing room at school and see if you can make the pictures clearer. On the way there, he’ll drop me off at home so I can grab my bike and head out.”

“And what will you be doing?” The boy asks.

“Tracking down my brother, unfortunately.” 

He gives you a doubtful look. “C’mon, you can’t expect me to just let you run off on your own without more of an explanation.” 

You know he’s right, but you just… you can’t tell him about El and the bad men yet. You can’t. Not until you know for sure what the hell is happening. 

“I’m sure it’s nothing… but just in case, I really need to find Dustin, okay?” 

I’m a really, really bad babysitter, you think. 

Jonathan opens his mouth again as if to argue, but you hold your hand up to silence him. You really don’t want to waste time fighting with him. He has to trust you on this, whether he likes it or not. 

He sighs with defeat, “Just be safe, please.”

You also really don’t want to put anyone else in danger. It’s bad enough that you allowed the boys to get dragged into this mess, but you refuse to drag your best friend in as well. But really, who knows? Maybe you’re just a regular idiot who believes in fairy tales and monsters, not some idiot who leaves three overly naive boys alone with a girl with superpowers. 

God you hope you’re just a regular idiot. 

However, if Joyce believes that Will is alive, even without the knowledge of El and her powers, then you’re sure that the boys also believe he’s alive and will inevitably go looking for him again. Alone. In the same woods Nancy saw that strange figure. 

You cast those thoughts out of your head and give Jonathan what you hope is a reassuring smile. “When am I not safe?”

You really, truly hope that you’re just an idiot, but if the photos that you just saw scare you. Before he can change his mind, you quickly reach over and snatch Jonathan’s keys from his jacket and give him a peck on the cheek before running out to his car.

“I call shotgun, Nancy!”

– 

Unsurprisingly, the drive with Nancy and Jonathan is an awkward one. Things are still a bit tense between you and him for reasons you’re not sure you can tell him about just yet, and now Nancy is in the backseat trying not to make any sound, so really it was a doomed car ride from the start. 

It’s not that you don’t like the girl, but there’s something about the way she acts around Jonathan that honestly makes you want to collapse. You know she’s with Harrington, but the tenderness Jonathan has shown her the few times they’ve interacted makes you uneasy. 

Yesterday you chalked the uneasiness to simply never sharing Jonathan before, but now you know the truth. 

You’re jealous because you’re in love with him. 

It’s a nauseating feeling. 

“So, how long have the two of you been friends?” Nancy’s question surprises you, mostly because she should already know the answer. You know she’s just trying to make conversation, but the question itself further reminds you of why the two of you had drifted apart in the first place. 

“I moved here when I was twelve, remember? Your family helped us move in.” 

“Oh, right. Sorry,” You see Nancy nervously playing with her fingers in the rearview mirror, which makes you feel bad. She’s trying, you know she is. 

“It’s fine,” you try to catch her eye, and when you do you give her a smile. “I know you probably don’t remember much from that day. It was the middle of the school year and our brothers immediately started being annoying together, so you had gone inside after only a couple minutes.” 

Nancy laughs, now remembering that day. “Didn’t Mike hold an initiation for Dustin that night?” 

“Yeah,” you laugh with her now. “That’s actually how Jonathan and I met. Remember, bee?” 

Jonathan’s smile is a soft one, a smile that makes you feel weak because you know you’re the reason it’s there. “Of course I do. We both showed up at the Wheeler’s house at the same time to pick up our brothers.” 

“And then-” 

“I answered the door.” Nancy finishes for you. 

“Yup. Ever since then, Jonathan hasn’t been able to get rid of me.” 

“It’s been horrible,” he says with a monotone voice, but it’s clear to everyone that he’s joking. 

You punch his shoulder. “You weren’t complaining when I saved you from those bullies later that week.” 

Jonathan gives you a pointed look and tries to subtly motion towards Nancy, clearly embarrassed that you've brought the bullies up in front of her. Like he wants her to think he’s someone cooler than he really is. 

Your smile vanishes. 

He wants to impress her. 

“Right, sorry,” you clear your throat and if Nancy notices your sudden mood change, she doesn’t say anything. You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment and remind yourself that what matters right now are the boys and El. They should be your priority, not petty boy drama. 

Luckily Jonathan pulls into your driveway not long after the abrupt conversation ending, which you’re thankful for. 

You unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to face Nancy, and it takes everything in you to force a smile on your face. “Alright, well, this is my stop! Nancy, I’m trusting you to tell me whatever you and Jonathan find. I’d ask him to keep me updated, but I know he’ll inevitably forget.”

The girl nods at you. “You can trust me.” 

Can I?

Although you’re not exactly sure what it is that you don’t think you can trust her with. Then, your eyes drift to Jonathan and the way he’s staring at her from his own mirror, and you realize that maybe she’s not the one you should be worried about. 

“Good,” you turn to Jonathan now. “I’ll call you later, okay?”

“And I’ll answer… probably.” 

“You’re so sweet to me.”

“I know, right?” 

You snort at the boy and wave goodbye to him and Nancy before getting out of the car. Your bike is in the shed, so you motion to Jonathan that he’s good to leave. When he’s sure you’re okay, he waves at you one last time and drives away. 

It feels like you’ve made a huge mistake as you watch Jonathan and Nancy leave, but you don’t have time to think about why. Dustin’s bike isn’t in the shed alongside yours, which you expected, and you have to find him. 

Your brother and his idiotic friends need you right now. 

– 

For the second time within a week, Steve Harrington almost kills you with his stupid BMW. Granted, the first time wasn’t necessarily his fault due to your crying, but this time just felt personal. 

“Henderson!”

“Jesus christ-” You’re biking to the Wheeler’s, lost in thought as the sun begins to set, when stupid Harrington scares the shit out of you. 

His unexpected shouting from the other side of the road causes you to swerve your bike towards his car and he has to slam on his brakes to avoid hitting you. 

“Do you, like, have a fantasy about me hitting you with my car?” 

You glare at the boy. “You are a man, I am a woman. It’s getting dark outside. What exactly made you think it’s a good idea to yell out at me?”

“Well, I mean, I called after you.” He says, so matter of factly that it makes you want to strangle him. 

You hate him. You really do.

A strand of hair has fallen in your face, so you blow it away before bothering to answer. “My apologies, you called after me and almost killed me in the process.”

Steve winks at you. “Apology accepted.” 

You stare at him, unamused and still in the middle of the damn road, and after a couple beats of silence you cock your head at the boy. “Are you going to tell me what you need or…?”

“Oh,” Steve coughs, as if startled by your question. “Honestly I didn’t really have a plan when I called after you. I just kinda did, so…” 

“Right, well.” You clench your jaw in annoyance. Why are you even surprised that Harrington has wasted your time? “This was fun, let’s never do it again sometime!”

You ride off on your bike, trying to quickly get up the hill so that you can get to the Wheeler’s before it gets too dark to see. The hill is brutal and it’s almost embarrassing how long it’s taking you to get up it, and as you’re huffing and dripping in sweat, headlights come up from behind you. 

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you groan. 

Steve’s car is now right next to you, the fucker having done a complete u-turn to follow after you. His window is still rolled down and he has one hand on the steering wheel and the other hanging out his window. 

“Hello again, Henderson.” 

“I never said hello back to you.” 

“C’mon, at least pretend to be happy to see me.”

You let out another groan as you continue to struggle up the hill. “I physically cannot do that, sorry.” 

Steve, ever the comedian, responds, “It doesn’t seem like you can physically get up this hill either.” 

You don’t give him the satisfaction of laughing, but you’re a bit annoyed that his quip was funny. What a jackass, honestly. 

“Henderson,” your silence doesn’t deter the boy, “just get in the damn car already.”

Once again you almost crash into the BMW, this time because of your complete shock at his request.

“What?”

He gives you a look as if you’re the insane one in this situation. “You’re sweatier than I am after basketball, and at the rate you’re going I’d say you’ll reach your destination in about three to five business days.”

You stare at him, speechless. 

He stares back at you with a smirk on his smug little face, knowing that he’s won the argument. “Get in the car and I’ll throw your bike in the back.” 

You do as he says, your mind completely blank and still taken aback. Sweatier than him after basketball? There’s no way that’s true, and also who says that to someone they barely even know? As if you’re really that sweaty-

You see your reflection in his car mirror and wince. 

Okay, so maybe you’re a little sweaty. 

Fuck Steve Harrington. 

The boy in question tosses your bike in the trunk as you hesitantly get in the car. He watches as you sit yourself down and laughs. “It’s a car, Henderson. It won’t bite.” 

“Yeah, but you might.” You slap a hand over your mouth, embarrassed by the implications of your words. 

Steve raises an eyebrow at you as he turns the car back on. “Careful there, last I checked you’re a taken lady.”

The embarrassment you previously felt is gone, now replaced with your usual annoyance when it comes to Steve. You think about what he did yesterday to Jonathan’s camera, the cruelty in his eyes as he watched the thing shatter onto the ground. He didn’t show any remorse, and while you understand that he had been defending his girlfriend, he had taken it too far. 

“How many times do I have to tell you that Jonathan and I are just friends?” 

“Please,” Steve huffs with amusement, “the two of you have been inseparable for years. Besides, no way a guy like Byers can just be friends with a girl like you. Not scientifically possible.” 

You wrinkle your nose. “What’s ‘a girl like you’ supposed to mean?” Then another thought occurs to you, “Also, you didn’t even know my name until this week, so don’t go acting like you know my relationship with Jonathan.”

“Relax, Henderson. It was a compliment. All I meant is that you’re decently pretty, all things considered, so I wouldn’t blame Byers if he was in love with you. It’s human nature.”

“Okay, that’s just really sexist-”

“As for knowing your name only this week, you’re wrong.”

“I’m sorry?” You ask, confused. 

Steve places a hand over his chest, almost as if he’s reaching for his heart. “Apology accepted, it means a lot to me.”

“Ugh,” you scoff at him. “That wasn’t an apology and you know it. Can you just take me to the Wheeler’s, please?”

“Woah, slow down there. First I need you to tell me why you thought I didn’t know your name, then I’ll take you to my girlfriend’s house. Free of charge.” 

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that you see some offense in Steve’s eyes for thinking he only recently learned your name, but why would he care? Besides, you know he’s never paid any attention to you before this week.

“It was literally this week that I had to tell you my name after you almost hit me with your car, Harrington.”

“Okay, hey,” the boy holds a finger up. “Actually, you almost hit me with your bike because you were too busy hysterically sobbing.”

He’s right, but you won’t tell him that. Minor details, honestly. You’re about to tell him as much before you realize what he’s said. “Wait, you knew I had been crying?”

Steve gives you a well, duh look. “Yeah, that’s why I pretended not to know your name. Figured you wouldn’t want to talk about it and the least I could do was make you laugh. And viola, I did.” 

He had willingly tried to make you laugh?

His words make you flush, which seems to only amuse him further as he chuckles at you. You wave your hand at him, now more annoyed than ever. “Okay, fine. Whatever, so you knew my name before this week, big whoop. Can you just drive now?”

“I’ll take that as an ‘I’m sorry Steve for assuming you’re an asshole who hadn’t noticed a girl you’ve known since you were thirteen’, then.” Steve takes the car out of park and begins to drive to the Wheeler’s which you’re relieved by. 

You feel uncomfortably warm after that conversation, regardless of the fact that you’re still overheated from your biking. There’s no way that Steve has seriously known about you since you were twelve and he was thirteen. No, you decide that he must be lying, playing up his usual boyish charm. He’s been this untouchable entity ever since you moved to Hawkins, so why would he have paid any attention to you?

Then your mind floats to his compliment, calling you “decently pretty”, but then again not even five minutes earlier he stated that you sweat more than he does after basketball, so really his words should mean nothing.  

And yet, after the week you’ve had and your fight with Jonathan and Will’s death and El’s mysterious powers… 

Steve’s words make you a bit giddy, embarrassingly enough. You hate that they do, because he’s Steve Harrington and he’s with Nancy who is beautiful and kind and everything you’re not. It doesn’t matter what he thinks of you. 

You pick at your nails as he drives, the car silent, and you accidentally graze against the cut on your finger from yesterday. It’s scabbed over by now, but the pain is still fresh. 

“I know that what Jonathan did was wrong, I won’t excuse his actions. Standing up for Nancy was the right thing to do and I admire you for it, really,” Steve spares you a glance as he drives, nodding his head slightly to indicate that he’s listening. “But breaking Jonathan’s camera wasn’t.” 

He groans. “Nancy said the same thing, but what’s the big deal? The creep shouldn’t have access to a camera if he can’t use it properly.”

The slight warmth that Steve had somehow put in your chest dissipates at his words. “Jonathan isn’t a creep, but regardless of the situation, the big deal is this: not everyone can afford a fancy BMW and Raybans. Not everyone in Hawkins lives in a giant mansion with a pool. He worked so hard to afford that camera, it’s not something that he can just buy again on a whim.” 

Steve shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “Henderson, you know I didn’t mean it like that-”

“I know, but it was still a shitty thing to do.”

The silence that settles in the car is a heavy one, and you almost feel bad for Steve. You know he hadn’t thought about the repercussions of his actions, but you suppose that the fact that he hadn’t considered the price of a camera was proof enough of his naivety. 

When you get to the Wheeler’s, Steve gets out of the car to help you with your bike. He doesn’t let you do a thing, so you stand there and awkwardly watch. You can tell that he’s trying to make up for his actions from yesterday, which you appreciate. 

“Thank you,” you say once he places the bike down. 

“All in a day’s work.” Steve responds, wiping his hands off on his jeans. 

As he turns to leave, you stop him. “And thank you for earlier this week, ya know, for making me laugh after falling off my bike. I, uh, appreciate it.” 

He seems surprised by your sincerity, but he smiles. “Again: all in a day’s work. And listen, I’m sorry about Byers’ camera,” Then he quickly adds, as if afraid he won’t have the nerve to later, “I’m sorry about Will, too. I figure you were close with him and now he’s…”

His words trail off, not wanting to say the word “dead”, which you can’t blame him for. 

“For what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re a bad person.” Steve turns to face you now, your words catching his undivided attention. “You just have the worst taste in friends, but when you aren’t around them… I guess you’re alright.” 

He laughs a bit, but there’s a certain emotion in his eyes that you can’t quite name; you have to stop yourself from leaning in closer to him. Suddenly the space between you feels too close and you take a step back, but as you move you feel Steve’s hand ruffle your hair. “I guess you’re ‘alright’ too, Henderson.” 

You watch as he leaves, standing in the Wheeler’s driveway for longer than necessary. You place your hand on your head and find yourself smiling, the warmth of his touch still faintly there.

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[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: "Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe.” “You break the tradition and you end up being cursed for life. Is that what you want?” “…Are you blackmailing me right now?”

Pairing: Floyd Leech x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff

TW: Reader is not Yuu, Reader is implied to be human and an Octavinelle student, Jade is a menace who let's his brother get away with everything.

AN: Day 3 and it's Floyd! His was the first fic that I completed so I have a special spot for this in my heart. I love how this turned out honestly. Also this prompt was the one that gave me the idea to do this event in the first place lol. I tried my best to keep Floyd in character as much as I could, but if he feels ooc I'm sorry hehe. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

You could feel Floyd staring holes into your head as you served the customers in the Mostro Lounge.

The Lounge was busier than usual. With the steady arrival of the holidays, even the gruelling exams the staff had set for the student body couldn't dampen their spirits, which meant celebrating in advance at the Lounge with friends. And with business booming your house warden was in even higher spirits. Of course, the growing rush of patrons for the Lounge meant that nearly all of Octavinelle was roped in to help out, serving dishes and working in the kitchen.

A little extra pocket money never hurt anyone, plus Azul had assured that everyone who would work a certain amount of hours at the lounge would be getting a considerable bonus, so you didn't mind having to work long hours scrubbing dishes or smiling at customers as you helped them pick out what to eat and drink. It was a welcome distraction from poring over your books till your brain turned to mush and driving yourself up the wall overthinking about the results of your exams (that you knew you did well at; it's just irrational fears doing what they do best).

What you did mind, however, was the fact that somehow, you had managed to catch the attention of one of the most unpredictable students at Night Raven College, Floyd Leech.

No, scratch that. Catching his attention was... fine, but holding it for more than two days?

That was terrifying.

You mentally cursed out the idiot who had attached sprigs of mistletoe to all the doorways in the Octavinelle dorm. While it had led to many funny and embarrassing moments for others in the dorm, it had quickly become tiresome to monitor yourself while entering or exiting a room. Especially when the mistletoe couldn't be removed with normal and magical means, much like a heterochromatic eel merman who just wouldn't let you be ever since you explained the silly tradition behind them to him.

"Heeyy flying fishie~"

The familiar drawl of his voice made you freeze momentarily. You held the empty server tray close to your chest as if the round piece of metal could somehow protect you from the tall eel who had taken an interest in you. "Yes, Floyd?"

Floyd gave you a lazy smirk, swinging an arm around your neck and leaning against you. You struggled a bit to hold yourself up with his added weight. You watched your vice-house warden and the twin brother of this menace turn a blind eye to your predicament, and resisted the urge to throw the tray at Jade's head as you caught a glimpse of a smirk on his lips.

"Say, why'd you run away from me yesterday, hm? Did ya wanna get squeezed that badly?" Floyd giggled, and you couldn't figure out whether your heart was cartwheeling inside your chest out of fear or because of how unbelievably adorable that sound was.

"I just- I needed to study."

"Ehhh? Study?" Floyd narrowed his eyes at you, and you prayed you had not flipped the switch on his mood from happy to angry.

"Studying's boooring. I wanna play with flying fishie~" Floyd hummed, a mysterious glint in his eyes as he pulled you towards the kitchen. One that went unnoticed as your eyes caught sight of the one plant you had started dreading seeing.

"Why is there mistletoe on the door to the kitchen?" You asked, but your question came too late. Floyd had already opened the door and pulled you in. Another sprig of mistletoe was stuck on the inside, the white berries looking down on the two of you through flecks of green. It felt like the tiny parasitic plant was mocking you for finally falling into its trap.

"Ohh, we're under mistletoe~ Just like a few days ago, isn't that right flying fishie~" he smirked, crowding you till you had your back against the door.

You looked past him to see.... no one?

Where did everyone go? Service wasn't over yet, so why was the kitchen empty?

"Flying fishie~ Where's my kiss~" he hummed, eyes carefully assessing you as his fingers pinched your cheek. You tried to act stern, but your words came out in a tired tone.

"Floyd, stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe with you."

“You break the tradition and you end up being cursed for life. That's what you told me. Is that what you want?” he said, his face turning sombre, as if he hadn't been smiling at you all this while.

"Are- Are you seriously blackmailing me right now?!” you sputtered, your heart beating fast as you looked at him. Floyd leaned forward, smiling innocently.

"Maybe~"

You weighed your options, eyes carefully watching the other, much to his amusement. You were well and truly trapped between the door and this absolute wall of an eel with no way out. Atleast, none that didn't involve you giving in to the tradition some way.

Huffing, you finally decided on a course of action. You held his smug face and turned it to the side, quickly planting a kiss on his cheek. The shock and surprise of this unexpected kiss loosened his hold on you, and you quickly slipped out the door.

Speed-walking past a chuckling Jade and a confused Azul, you tried to control the heat you could feel in your cheeks and at the back of your neck by sheer force of will. A quick glance at the clock showed that your shift for the day was over.

You had never left the Lounge quicker.

Jade entered the kitchen, a smile on his face as he saw Floyd leaning against the wall with a surprised look.

"Flying fishie kissed me," he mumbled, and Jade had to force back the amused laugh that threatened to break free. "I suppose the mistletoe worked its magic. Humans sure do have funny rituals."

Jade's words seemed to bring back the spark in Floyd, who gave his twin a blinding smile. "I'm gonna go ask them for more!" he said as he rushed past him, and Jade shook his head in amusement as he called out to his twin.

"Remember to confess this time, Floyd."

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[sister-lucifer]

Got any ideas for the demon bros with an MC who can carry them?

The Demon Bros with an MC who likes to carry them 

Demon Bros x Gender Neutral Reader (separately) 

Genre: Fluff

Content/Warnings: Mammon being a dumb tsundere, Asmo’s innuendos, Reader is a big strong sweetheart, very brief and small mentions of NSFW 

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*Asmodues uses he/she pronouns 

Lucifer 

Oooohhh man 

Luci is, to put it bluntly, quite startled the first time you pick him up 

He’s used to thinking of humans as these fragile, puny little things 

So this was…jarring 

“W-What do you think you’re doing, human?!”

He’s used to being the one in charge, being the big domineering force 

So to suddenly be made to feel so small and frail is so foreign 

It puts butterflies in his stomach in a way he cannot explain and has never experienced before 

“Put me down, foolish human! …Why? B-Because I cant have anyone see me like this!” 

But he’ll think about it for days after 

He won’t ask for you to do it again, but if you do he’ll fight you significantly less 

He’ll grumble, but he won’t thrash in surprise 

“I don’t understand why you insist on doing this…No, that does not mean put me down. If you like it then…continue.”

Once he gets more comfortable with the idea he’ll start “asking” you to pick him up 

I put “asking” in quotes because he’ll really just hug you tight and whine and hope you get what he’s asking 

If you don’t, he’ll get frustrated and simply demand it 

It feels so nice to be held and carried, to finally be the one being supported 

To be lifted off his aching feet and give his body a break 

He needs more of that

His favorite time to be held is after a long day 

Especially if you carry him to his bed 

He’ll cuddle into your chest and cling to you until you put him down 

Please stay and lay next to him 

Please

Mammon 

Nearly shits his pants he’s so scared

“WOAH WOAH WOAH HOLY SHIT! PUT ME DOWN DUMBASS!” 

Kicks and flails like you’re holding him over the side of a cliff 

Hold him a bit tighter and shush him and he’ll calm down 

Only for a few moments though 

Then the embarrassment sets in, and his face goes red hot at the close proximity 

“Okay, okay! Y-You’ve had yer fun! Now put me down before somethin’ bad happens, ya idiot…” 

Crosses his arms and huffs as you put him down 

Like Lucifer, he won’t stop thinking about it for days 

Won’t do anything in front of his brothers, he couldn’t take the teasing 

But in private he’s much more open 

He’ll plop himself in your lap and simply demand to be carried 

And if you’re alone in the House of Lamentation he loves to be held while you do stuff around the house or just walk around 

He’s always looking for an excuse to jump into your arms as well

“I think I saw a demon rat! What? N-No, I’m not scared, I just don’t wanna get bit! Those things are wicked good at hiding, so maybe you should hold me for a while, just in case!” 

Likes to be held against your chest the most, but if you throw him over your shoulder (especially if you’re going up to the bedroom for…alone time) he’ll get so flustered his brain shuts down 

Give his ass a playful slap too

You’ll have him wrapped around your finger

Leviathan 

Nearly flatlines 

Red faced immediately 

Melts when he looks up to see you smiling down at him 

A thousand anime scenes of this scenario are flashing through his head guarantee it 

He tries to speak but it just comes out as whimpers and stutters 

Physically cannot form words

So instead he gives up on speaking and just throws his arms around your neck

He can’t say a word or look you in the eyes, but he’s definitely not protesting 

He might be trembling a bit, though 

Don’t worry, it’s good nervousness 

You make him nervous in the best way 

“O-Oh my stars…I-I didn’t…this is…woah….” 

Poor sweet baby is flabbergasted 

Assure him he’s okay and that you won’t drop him, and then he’ll calm down a bit 

“I’ve imagined being swooped up by a brave hero before, but…this is even better!” 

His love language is definitely physical touch, so he enjoys not only being held and cuddles but carried as well 

Especially if you talk down to him sweetly 

Oh, he’ll look up at you with the most love drunk expression 

He’s definitely the most forward about wanting to be held 

He’ll sit on your lap or if he’s really desperate even jump up and wrap his legs around you 

“Will you, um…p-please carry me? You don’t have to, I-I just…really want to right now…” 

He WILL reach up and do the cute little grabby hands

And he WILL say “pwetty pwease” if he has to 

He loves his strong human

Satan 

One of the more nonchalant reactions 

He’s a bit surprised at first, but doesn’t really mind it 

“Oh, what are you— Human? Is this some kind of game? …No? Hm, alright then.” 

Once he’s ascertained that you don’t need anything and simply wanted to pick him up, he’s done asking questions 

As long as you let him read while you hold him bridal style, he’s all good 

It’s quite nice, being rocked by your steps and small movements while he gets back into his book 

He’ll blush a bit if one of his brothers sees, but he doesn’t care enough to make you put him down 

If you have this skill, you may as well use it 

And you like carrying him too, so it’s a win-win! 

Every once in a while he’ll plant himself on your lap and ask to be carried, but he doesn’t particularly desire it, so he’ll simply wait for you to do it if you’d like 

He’ll gladly oblige any time 

Asmodeus 

Squeals in delight the first time you pick him up 

She’s simply giddy with excitement at this newfound ability! 

“Oh, human! You’re so strong! You know I loooove being manhandled…” 

His mind wanders to the gutter very quickly, so be ready for that

Jumps into your ames whenever he sees you 

He’s the shortest/smallest one, so it’s not like it’s particularly jarring or anything 

She’s always taking you to stores with her so you can lift her up and help her get stuff from the top shelves 

“Oh dear, those shoes are so high up! Could you be a dear and lift me? Pretty please?” 

Giggles like a schoolgirl with a crush whenever you lift her 

He’s pretty much always clinging to you, even if he doesn’t have a good reason 

He’s shameless 

And he wants what he wants 

And he is going to make it everyone else’s problem until he gets it

So be a good little human and hold her, okay? 

Beelzebub 

Definitely the most unbothered 

Doesn’t even stop eating his snack

It’s a bit odd seeing as he’s used to being the biggest and strongest, but  it’s definitely not bad 

Doesn’t crave to be held, but also doesn’t dislike it 

If you want to carry him, feel free to do whenever you’d like! No need to ask 

He trusts you enough to hold him tight without so much as a word 

Which is good since 60% of the time he can’t even say words with all that food in his mouth 

“You wanna carry me? Uh…can I ask why? ‘Just because?’ Alright then, but I’m not putting down my sandwich, okay?”

He’s pretty good at picking up on emotions, so to him it’s plain as day that it makes you happy 

And it makes him to happy to know you’re happy 

So he gladly goes along with it 

Because why shouldn’t he? It’s not hurting anything 

Even if it was, he would readily accept the consequences if it meant seeing you smile 

Belphegor 

Oh this sleepy motherfucker is IN LOVE 

Absolutely melts against you when you pick him up 

Sighs happily and shit too 

You’re so warm and he feels so secure in your arms, he could sleep here forever! 

“Wow, this is so comfy…how much would I have to pay you to get carried around all day?” 

You’ll gladly do it for free, don’t worry Belphie 

He likes when you carry him while you walk, the steady movements of your steps lull him to sleep 

90% of the time he’s asleep within the first two minutes of being held 

He’s the best at asking to be held or carried to 

“Hey, human, ‘m getting sleepy. Would you hold me until I fall asleep? I can’t get comfortable without you.” 

Bonus points if you hum him a lullaby 

He’ll fall asleep with a smile on his face 

[sluttywonwoo]

instead of you [part four] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex (18+ mdni), menstruation

word count: 3.9k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

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The rest of the boys were already in the kitchen making their own food and doing dishes when you and Jisung came in. 

“Look who’s finally awake!” Felix exclaimed and clapped his twin brother on the back. 

“It’s almost noon,” the tall one, Hyunjin, pointed out then smirked. “Long night?” 

Jisung gave him a look. “Jet lag, you idiot.”

“Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

“Give me a break, Jinnie, we’ve barely been here twelve hours.”

He held up his hands in surrender and leaned back against the counter. “Fine, I’ll save the harassment and embarrassing stories for when you hit the twenty-four mark.”

“Thanks for the heads up.”

“You don’t have to wait on the embarrassing stories,” you piped up, “I’m all ears.” 

Hyunjin traded looks with Jisung then glanced back to you and cracked a smile. “We can talk later.”

“I’m holding you to that because I have stories of my own to trade with you.”

Jisung looked at you with incredulous eyes. “My own girlfriend.”

“Sorry, babe, but your friends have valuable information and it wouldn’t be fair to offer them nothing in return for it.”

You touched his hand softly only for him to yank it away in mock betrayal as he slid past you over to the fridge. 

“Do we have eggs?” he asked as he surveyed the contents inside. 

“Minho just used the last two in his scramble,” the other roommate, Changbin, you assumed by process of elimination, said. 

“Bro, c’mon,” Jisung sighed and slammed the door shut. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d want them,” Minho apologized. 

“It’s okay,” you assured Jisung. “We can have cereal or something.”

“No, I’ll run to the store to get more,” Minho offered.

“I can go with you,” you added, earning a raised eyebrow or two from the rest of the boys. “There’s something I need to pick up.” 

“Okay,” he agreed and turned to the rest of the group “Anyone else want to come?” There was silence. “Alright, then it’s just the two of us.”

“Is that okay?” Jisung asked lowly, pulling you to the side. 

“Yeah, we don’t need to be together every second,” you reasoned. 

“Are you sure? I can go with you guys!”

“No, no, catch up with your friends. We’ll be back in a few.” 

“Okay, love you,” he said and kissed you chastely on the lips. 

It wasn’t the first time you and Jisung had kissed. You weren’t one to turn down a dare, which your friends knew and used against you, but there weren’t always stakes involved. On drunken nights neither of you cared to remember, in those early hours of the morning that followed parties or nights out… when it was just the two of you in one of your dorms rooms basking in the warm glow of alcohol, when everything still sounded muffled and your voices were shot from shouting for hours…

This felt different though. There wasn’t the same tenderness or hazy intimacy like there had been those other times. This felt forced, like he had something to prove. You hoped it wasn’t noticeable to the others.

You wrapped your arm around Jisung’s neck and turned to Minho. “You ready?” 

“Are you, uh, going…. like that?”

You looked down at yourself in confusion, realizing you were still wearing what you had worn to bed. To be more precise, you were still wearing the boxers that everyone probably thought were Jisung’s. Had you not learned your lesson after last night? 

“I mean, it’s cool if you are,” Minho continued. “It’s just the grocery store. I wasn’t trying to be- I was just wondering.”

“I forgot I was wearing pajamas,” you admitted. “I’ll go throw something on really quick.”

-

“You wanna drive?” Minho asked as you walked out to the car together, waving the keys in his hand.

“I… think that’s illegal.”

“I was joking.”

“Oh.”

You slid into the passenger seat while Minho started the engine and turned on some music. 

“Any requests?”

You shook your head. “I’m good with whatever.” 

You watched as Minho scrolled through his phone, picked a playlist, and put it on shuffle. A melody with low drums and heavy guitar started playing through the speakers. You didn’t recognize the song, but you liked it. It sounded like something you’d hear in an alt bar, or a grungy coffee shop.

“Are you all packed for tomorrow?” Minho asked suddenly, turning down the volume. 

“Yeah, I never really unpacked so…” 

“Right. Sorry.”

“I hope I have everything,” you added, trying not to let the conversation die. “It seems like every country has a different kind of outlet. It’s kind of hard to keep track of which adapters you need.”

“It fucking sucks,” he agreed. 

“You travel a lot?”

“You have no idea.”

“Is it for work, or for fun?” 

“Depends,” he answered with a shrug, “but mostly for work.”

You didn’t want to pry anymore than you already had or make it seem like you were interviewing him so you changed the subject. 

“Was your scramble good?” you asked.

“The one I made this morning?” Minho asked, looking at you as if it were the last thing he expected to hear. 

You nodded. “Yeah, was it worth it? Breaking Jisung’s heart like that?”

He burst out laughing at that, making you smile too. 

“It was totally worth it. Best egg scramble I’ve ever had.”

“I’m glad.”

Minho was still grinning to himself when he pulled into the parking lot a few blocks later. He picked a spot in the corner and backed into it. Show off. Maybe you couldn’t back into parking spots, but at least you didn’t make turns at forty miles an hour. 

“Fuck, did you have to park a mile away?” you groaned as you made the trek up to the grocery store’s entrance, struggling to keep up with him. 

“Sorry, force of habit.”

He slowed down to let you catch up and threw the hood of his sweatshirt over his head before shoving his hands in his pockets. 

The store wasn’t too crowded, at least by American grocery store standards. It looked like the regular weekend rush. Everyone was using their precious time off to check things off of their to-do list, living the corporate dream.

Minho led you through the bakery to the dairy section in the back. 

“How many eggs do you reckon we need?” he asked as he looked at all the different options. 

“However many it takes to make an omelet.”

“Do you know how many that is?”

“Nope.”

“Lovely.”

“I don’t usually cook,” you said defensively. “Even my instant ramen is just ‘meh’.”

“It’s a good thing you’re dating Jisung then,” he muttered under his breath. “Otherwise I’m afraid you’d die of starvation.”

“Hey, it doesn’t need to taste good. If anything, I’m resourceful. All I need to survive is tap water and a microwave.”

“Please don’t tell me you’ve been microwaving your instant ramen,” Minho groaned, eyes widening when you didn’t deny it. “Have you been?”

“It’s probably better if I don’t answer that.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeahhh, that’s what your brother said.”

“Should we text him about the eggs? Since we’re obviously both clueless.”

“No, we can figure it out,” you insisted, “I can be domestic.”

Minho raised his eyebrows and stared at the ground. “I don’t know how long you guys have been together, but I’m sure he knows that’s a lie. I literally met you yesterday and even I know that.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Okay, maybe I’m not the best cook, but I’m the best roller in our friend group. Better than Jisung.”

“Wait, Jisung smokes?”

God damn it. 

“Uh, no.”

“Damn, before college he’d never even tried it.” He grinned proudly. “You’ve really loosened him up, haven’t you?” 

You opened your mouth to answer and shut it again. You’d already said too much. “I wouldn’t say that it was all me…” you trailed off and glanced back at the display in front of you. “Anyway, about the eggs-”

“Oh shit, right.”

You’d been standing there for a solid five or six minutes and were no closer to deciding on how many eggs to get. 

“We don’t want to get too many because we’re leaving tomorrow… unless Hyunjin and Changbin would want the rest?”

Minho seemed to think about it for a second before grabbing a carton of half a dozen off the shelf. 

“They don’t eat a lot of eggs,” he explained, “but better safe than sorry. I don’t even want to know what Jisung would do to me if we came back with less than enough.”

You laughed and brushed him off. “Psh, he talks a lot of shit, but he’s a softie at heart.”

“Maybe to you.” Minho gently placed the eggs in the basket you were carrying and then put his hands in his pockets again. “What did you need to pick up?”

You had forgotten the entire reason you tagged along on the errand until he mentioned it. 

“Fuck, thank you for reminding me. I needed to get some pads.”

“Oh, okay. I don’t know where they keep those, but I’d guess they’re on the same aisle as pharmaceuticals and like soap and stuff?” 

The tone in his voice had changed a bit. Not in a way that was disgusted or embarrassed, but in a concerned, almost panicked, way. Like he was afraid you were about to bleed out and die in the middle of the aisle but was trying to play it cool. You thought it was endearing if not a little amusing. 

“Seems like our best bet,” you agreed. 

“Do you want medicine or anything else?” he asked once you’d found the right aisle and picked a pack of pads from a brand you recognized. 

“I have some back at the house, but thanks for thinking of that.”

“Yeah, I know it’s really painful for some of my co-st, uh, co-workers and I just didn’t want you to be hurting…” he trailed off awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. 

You smiled softly and followed him up to the check-out where you put the items on the little conveyor belt thing and grabbed a divider to put in between them. 

“Hey, put that back,” Minho said and leaned over your shoulder to slide the divider back onto the side. 

“You really don’t have to do that,” you protested as the cashier rung up both things. 

Minho didn’t even glance back at you before handing the woman his credit card. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I am worried about it.”

“This is saving time instead of having two separate transactions,” he insisted.

“I’ll pay you back in the car then.”

“No you won’t.”

“And why not?”

“Because these are like five pounds, y/n, it’s not a big deal.”

You sighed stubbornly. “Fine. But I’ll get you back. Eventually.”

Minho shook his head and gave you a smug look. “I’m sure you will.”

-

You thought Jisung had been joking when he told you that you could pick one of the places to go for his family trip, and you definitely didn’t think he had been serious when he said you could pick literally anywhere. But that was the rule, apparently. Everyone going on the trip got to pick one of the places that you’d visit, including girlfriends who happened to be tagging along. 

It was a good idea in theory, but in reality, it meant scrambling around international airports with no sense of direction. Jisung’s mom had the first pick, which meant the entire Han family plus you were huddled around an airport ticketing counter trying to arrange your travel to Paris.

“Is it going to be an overnight flight?” you asked Jisung. 

“Yes, baby. The flight is fourteen hours long.”

“Okay, well, I wasn’t thinking about that.”

He sighed and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You were trying to get used to hearing your best friend saying things like that, but they still sounded foreign coming from him. To be fair, you had only been fake dating for a couple of days now, but you were supposed to be convincing everyone around you that you had been in love for months. You had thought it would be so easy because you already did love Jisung, just not like they thought you did. 

Jisung looked down at you when he felt you stiffen underneath his arm. “You okay?”

“Yeah, sorry.”

Seeing as there were only three seats to a row, one of the four of you would have to sit with their parents while the rest of you played Bullshit with the deck of cards Minho had packed in his backpack. Felix made the sacrifice and opted out of sitting with you and his brothers so that he could get some work done free of distraction. 

“He’s only saying that,” Jisung said in a whisper loud enough for his twin to overhear. “He just wants to get out of playing with us because he’s a terrible liar and he knows he’d lose.”

“I’m not playing because I’m a gentleman,” Felix clarified. Jisung raised an eyebrow in amusement. “I wouldn’t want to sweep the floor with you in front of your girlfriend.”

“How noble.”

You stashed your backpack next to Jisung’s in the overhead compartment and took your seat next to him. Minho was sat in the window seat, smushed against the wall with his hood up and head down. It seemed like he did that every time he was in public. It was like he tried to become invisible. 

Jisung occupied the middle seat in between you and Minho. He talked to his older brother about plans for the trip as he absentmindedly played with your fingers that were intertwined with his. 

“Do you guys have any plans for the free day in Paris?” Minho asked. “I assume you’ll be spending it as far away from our family as possible?”

Jisung shook his head. “No, we don’t know what we’re gonna do yet. We haven’t had much time to plan with finals and all.”

“You should take y/n to that bookstore by the Seine- Shakespeare and Company, she likes to read right?”

“Yeah,” Jisung answered for you, unable to hide his surprise. “How did you know that?”

Minho looked over at you and grinned. “I could tell.”

“Fuck’s that supposed to mean?” you accused, leaning past Jisung to glare at his brother. 

“Nothing,” he said and held his hands up innocently, “I can just tell you’re well-read, is that such a bad thing?”

“No, there was a negative implication there, you were calling me a nerd, weren’t you?”

Minho glanced over at his brother for help, but Jisung just shrugged. “I mean, there are a lot of really good bars over there too… that you might also like.”

“Nice save.” 

“Awful save,” Jisung chimed in. “For what it’s worth, baby, I love that you’re a nerd.”

You yanked your hand out of Jisung’s and grit your teeth. “I see charm runs in the family.” 

“Awful save,” Minho mocked.

“I actually don’t need your help right now, Min,” Jisung snapped. 

“Oh come on, I’m a great wingman,” he insisted. “Remember when-”

“Let’s not bring up past dating stories in front of my girlfriend, yeah?”

“Wait, but I’m interested now,” you interjected, ignoring the look from your fake boyfriend. “Hyunjin promised me embarrassing stories and he didn’t get to tell me any. Let me at least have this.”

Minho traded a look with his brother before locking eyes with you and smirking. The plane started to move as he started to tell the story, and all three of you pitched forward from the sudden motion. You braced yourself against the seat in front of you with one hand and grabbed Jisung’s wrist with the other. He shifted so that you could hold his hand properly, fingers slipping between yours easily. 

“Sorry,” you whispered in embarrassment. 

“Don’t be. I used to be the same way on planes.”

“And how old were you then?”

“Um, six.”

“And here I am as a twenty-something year old-”

“Nope, none of that,” Jisung cut you off before you could finish the self-deprecating thought. He had a habit of doing that. Sometimes you found it endearing, other times it got on your nerves. You let it slide this time.  

You smiled at him gratefully and relaxed into his shoulder. His hair tickled your face as his shoulders rose and fell in time with his breathing. His hair was long enough for you to twirl around your fingers if you wanted to. He hadn’t let it grow out this long in a while, and it reminded you of your sophomore year of college. 

Back a couple of heartbreaks ago when your hair was short and his was long, when you both felt like you had finally gotten the hang of the whole college thing… you’d spent that Fall Semester laying on blankets on the green outside of the Dance Hall together, drinking spiked cider out of reusable water bottles as you spent what little pocket change you had betting on who could get more dancers’ numbers before the sun set. 

It had been a simpler time then, but that’s how it always goes. The stakes creep higher and higher without giving so much as a warning and suddenly you’re clocking in on a Monday morning at your corporate 9-5 gig, your diploma and your ambition sitting in a box somewhere in your apartment collecting dust.

“Fuck that’s depressing,” you mumbled to yourself and let the hand that had been in Jisung’s fall to your side. 

“What’s depressing?” Minho whispered, leaning across his brother to talk to you.

You lifted your head from your best friend’s shoulder and looked up to see him slumped to the side with his eyes shut as he breathed softly. You hadn’t even realized he had fallen asleep. 

“What’s depressing?” Minho repeated, nudging your knee with the back of his hand impatiently.

“Growing up,” you replied with a sigh. 

“Ah, yeah. Shit sucks,” Minho agreed. 

“Yeah I was just… bumming myself out over here. Feel free to join.”

“Would one of those stories you were promised help?”

You perked up at his offer. “Are you fucking serious? Are you actually going to tell me one? Don’t tease me, Minho.”

“I would never,” he scoffed, the grin on his face telling you otherwise. 

He glanced back at his brother as if to make sure he was still asleep before turning back to you. 

“Right, so a few summers ago when Ji was home from college, we were out at a pub near our place. And for whatever reason Jisung had ordered himself a couple shots of tequila-”

“Oh my god. I already know where this is going.”

“You do?”

You rolled your eyes. “Tequila always makes Jisung horny-” you explained, freezing when you remembered that you were talking to his older brother. You stared down at the floor, trying to recover. “It always makes Jisung make irresponsible decisions.”

Minho blinked at you and pursed his lips. You so badly wanted to tell him that you only said that because every time Jisung drank tequila he hooked up with somebody, not because you were the person he hooked up with. But you couldn’t. You had to let him believe whatever the fuck he had thought you meant because you could never seem to shut the fuck up. 

“It sure does…” he trailed off, eyebrows knit together in a mix of amusement and discomfort.

“Anyway, you were saying?”

Minho cleared his throat awkwardly. “So Jisung had downed a couple of shots of tequila, and I suppose he was feeling lucky, so he tried chatting up this girl-”

“Tried?”

“Yes, emphasis on tried. She had a friend, so he asked me to come over with him as well. And being the good big brother I am, I agreed.”

You narrowed your eyes. “The friend was hot, wasn’t she?”

“Fuck yeah, she was hot,” he admitted shamelessly. “But we go over there, and right away they’re not impressed. You know when some drunk assholes try and flirt with you at a bar and you’re just trying to have fun with your friends?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Well, we were totally those assholes. And to make it worse, we lied and told them we were students at the university across the street.”

“So they told you to fuck off?”

“No, when we told them we were students they were suddenly interested and wanted us to take them on a campus tour.” Minho sighed and shook his head at the memory. “So we did.”

“No you didn’t.”

“We did. I mean, we tried to. It started with pointing to random buildings and reading the names off of the signposts in front of them, and it ended with being escorted off of the premises by campus police.”

“What?” You blinked in disbelief. “What did you do?” 

“Nothing!” Minho insisted. 

“You don’t get kicked off a college campus for doing nothing!”

“Alright, we might have tried breaking into the science building to get to the rooftop greenhouse.” 

“I fucking knew it.”

“A friend of mine who actually goes to that uni told me about it! He said he always takes girls up there because the doors are always unlocked and it’s a cool place for a date, but the doors were not unlocked that night.”

“Did you set off an alarm or something? How did security catch you?” you asked. 

“They were walking by,” he said with a sheepish grin. “We were pretty wasted at the time so we didn’t hear them come up behind us.”

“Typical.”

“At least neither of the girls got in trouble. And Jisung and I were let off with a warning once we were escorted off the grounds.”

“I can’t believe Jisung’s never told me that story.”

“Probably didn’t want to ruin your romanticized image of him,” Minho suggested. 

“We were friends way before we started dating, I know way too much about Jisung to have had a romanticized version of him in my head.”

“And you still chose to date him?”

You laughed. “Love is weird, isn’t it?”

Minho cocked his head to the side. “You love him?”

You hesitated. 

“I- sorry if that’s too personal,” he added quickly and sat back up, increasing the distance between the two of you. 

“I do love him.”

The answer was simple, because you did love Jisung. He was your favorite person, He knew everything about you. You always swore that you’d find each other in whatever lifetime came next. But you didn’t love him like you were supposed to. 

“I’m glad,” Minho said. “He deserves it.”

“Don’t worry, you’re not going to have to go all Protective Big Brother on me,” you assured him. “I promise I won’t break his heart.” Because there’s no way I can. 

He gave a tight smile. “Whatever you say.”

Next to you, Jisung began to stir. He opened his eyes and stretched, using it as an excuse to wrap an arm around you like they did in the movies.

“Smooth,” you said as you rolled your eyes, leaning into him anyway. 

“What are you guys talking about?” he asked through a yawn. 

“You.”

“All good things, I hope?”

You suppressed a smile and glanced over at Minho who was shaking his head at you with wide eyes.

“Minho told me the greenhouse story,” you blurted, sending an apologetic look in his direction. 

Jisung whipped his head towards his brother and punched him gently in the shoulder. “Minho!”

“That was supposed to stay between us,” Minho groaned as he rubbed his shoulder. 

“Dick,” Jisung muttered.

“Hey, we’ve all been kicked off of college campuses by security before,” you reasoned. 

“We have?” Jisung asked doubtfully. 

“No, but I’m adding it to my bucket list.”

“Look what you’ve done,” Jisung said to Minho. “You’re a bad influence.”

“So I’ve been told.”

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Omega! Lucifer/Life of the Morningstar Family AU:

Damn, there's never much ask about this AU, it's a shame because it's my goddamn favorite one so far!

Anyway! I can't wait to see Adam and Alastor get into a throw down just to claim Lucifer for themselves, and dear Luci was between embarrassed and annoyed at the same time!

I hope the sins could give those idiot Alphas a brutal shovel talk because they're being childish in front of their baby brother and I hope dear Ozzie would be the one who does most of the yelling cause he gives me the a protective brother who would do anything for his baby brother's happiness despite being the sin of lust a very chill and laid back kind of guy, and I think the same for Satan but a lot more though I doubt he has a role in this story though, If he does I would be very happy!

I also imagine Mammon would back Ozzie off as he doesn't want to joke around id the First man and Radio Demon wanted to act like children just to lay hands of Luci like he would go "I may be an asshole most of the time but acting like children just for my baby brother's hand?! I think not! If you want him, grow up!"

And Bee would just cackle while recording the whole, though as a loving older sister she is to Luci I imagine she would thwack the Alphas after the long, horrific, shovel talk from Ozzie as way of saying she's not playing around for her baby brother's sake

Man, I do hope the other sins would show up! I really want to see what their relationship with Luci is like! Especially with Satan!

Oh my gosh this made my day! I honestly wish I had more asks for this AU. It's one of my favorites to write. Thank you so much!

Yes! Another battle between Adam & Alastor is going to happen soon! Though probably not in the way most people would think it was gonna happen~

Poor Lucifer is going to be so done with those two. As for the Sins, they are going to give both those alphas a good talking to. Especially after the history shared between Adam & Lucifer, not to mention Lucifer's history with relationships in general.

Beelzebub, Asmodeus, Satan, & Leviathan would definitely be the most protective of him. All the Sins will have roles in this. I'm just not sure when to introduce the rest of them yet.

[n3kk1tty]

Hi ! I've seen your tlbxsoul eater au and, being a fan of both, I got to say I really love it ! Micheal, being his one-man army looks badass, and I love imagining Star and Mura dancing across the battlefield and gracefully killing baddies. Love it ! 😀

Inspired by this, I've wondered if you got any AU-related hc about Sam and the Frog brothers? Assuming the brothers are both weapons, what kind do you think they would be ? Did they rope Sam into being their meister, a bit how they gave him the comic books in canon? Would be funny 😁

Also, why do I feel like these three would be liable to go find *shudder* Excalibur?

Edgar and Allen of course roped Sam into being their meister. Set to be first years in the academy soon they were desperately begging people to take the role. But who really wants to partner with two comic nerds with a passion for army stuff. One day while Sam is practically hounding Michael about how he became a two star Meister so quickly after his old partner dumped him. *ouch* The frogs are quickly intrigued by the conversation as they snoop at a table next to the brothers pretending to read newspapers.

" Hey it's not like it's uncommon for weapons and meisters to not work out. And for your information dweeb Mura didn't dump me we both decided we weren't good for eachother. Look she's doing way better now she hit two stars before me so why don't you go bug her and buzz off. " Michael slumps in his chair chugging his drink at the cafe as his brother stares at him. " She's a weapon not a meister! When I asked Star about it she said something like soul wavelengths were like a dance and you needed a partner who could hear the music you were playing so they could dance with you. Obviously that doesn't help me! Michael you can synchronize with four different weapons and use them all at the same time! How can you not know what pointers to give me to matching wavelengths with a weapon. "

Michael grumbles at the mention of his four idiots who were probably off picking fights with Mura or getting into trouble. Wiping his brow and adjusting his shades he stares Sam down. " Why don't you ask Mom or grandpa. Both of them were excellent Meisters. I can't really give you pointers on matching wavelengths if you can't even find a weapon who will even try partnering with you. " Sam throws his hands into his hair frustrated. Why couldn't it be easy to just find weapons! He lived in death City now for peat sake was their no one in this town who wasn't already partnered up for the academy already! Sam was running out of time and he was getting desperate. It would be so embarrassing to show up on the first day with no partner.

As Michael takes a sip from his drink like a fifth sense tingling he looks over the cafe's balcony edge to see Marco and Paul chasing after Mura again as she's running away from the pair groceries in tow. Were those two perverts serious could they not chase skirts for one afternoon! " HEY JACKOFFS WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?!" Michael quickly slams money on the table from his pocket telling Sam he will be back as his brother jumps off the balcony to chase down his two dumbasses before they got fucked up before there next mission. It was only a matter of time before Mura would put them in the hospital again.

Sam sighs taking a sip of his drink watching the brawl ensue below before a set of hands slams on the table before him. " We're the frog brothers we hear your a Meister?"

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That's exactly how the three's first meeting goes.

It's weird how the Emerson brothers always seem to get the best partners when they're bullied into something.

Edgar's weapon form is a Rambo style knife.

He's able to do close range combat and can extend the blade using condensed soul wavelengths.

Allen's weapon form is a Vietnam War style machine gun.

Sam can shoot shots with one hand if he needs to but it does the most damage when he has some distance between opponents and can line up accurate shots.

With the frog brothers by his side Sam is really keeping the family tradition of being a one man army alive.

Sam may be more of an assassin style fighter but don't try and pull one over on him he can handle himself in close combat just fine as Allen can help point out vital spots for him to hit while using Edgar.

They achieve this by using there shared consciousness through soul resonance to share the images so no communication can be used against them while fighting the enemy.

Sam is quick as well. Wether that be from fleeing an area after his shot. Or erasing his and the frog brothers presence to sneak up on kieshen souls.

While not on missions they are goofing off reading comics together. If it wasn't for Allen there collective grades would be terrible.

Speaking of Comics and Excalibur. They were reading this comic book about the holy sword and they thought it would be a wonderful idea if they could join it to their party. How they would blast past Star and Micheal in their greatness as a group.

Taking the long track to find the holy sword the three all but made it there alive surprisingly mostly by having Edgar scale the cliff with Allen in weapon form and Sam on his back.

After Edgar and Allen stood nervously by Sam's side ready to add a fourth to their group as soon as Sam pulled it from the stone they all three wished they never had eardrums.

It took everything in Sam's body not to stab his ear drums out while Allen was busy trying to prevent Edgar from water boarding the weird small talkative creature.

Faces turned in cringe as soon as Excalibur stopped talking and turned into a sword Sam jammed it so far in the stone he hoped it never escaped.

The three Scooby Doo ran away all the way back to Death city.

When they got back the big monument of flowers Excalibur sent them had them dieing of embarrassment in the classroom and as Mura couldn't help laughing before filling the three in on a secret.

Sam wasn't the first Emerson to try using Excalibur as a weapon. Before Mura Michael had shit luck with finding anyone to work with him thanks to his attitude and rugged nature. So he attempted to use the holy sword and he was stalked by the thing for months even after he paired with Mura.

Sam and the frog brothers were of course then curious of how he landed with the lost boys and the girl gladly told them the story of how David stalked him outside classes and public each day till Michael finally caved. It took a whole month of harassment from each boy for Michael to cave and by that point everyone assumed they were dating.

[peeves-gurl]

Kiss Me, You Idiot

Fred Weasley × Fem! OC

Summary: Amie's feelings are revealed to Fred. Does he feel the same?

Warnings: fluff, angst, that's all!

"So what do you like about him?” Angelina asked, crossing her legs on the common room couch.

“I mean, he’s cute, isn’t he?” Amie said, smiling to herself at the thought.

“And?” Angelina prodded further.

“And he’s really sweet to me all the time.” She answered, facing away from her friend to hide the light blush that dusted her cheeks. “I love how he can create absolute chaos the minute he walks into a room. And you know, he’s really intelligent, going around inventing all of that new stuff and finding ways to get everyone interested in them.”

Amie failed to notice how Angelina’s eyes widened in shock, and how she tried to silently deter her from speaking any further. Instead, she carried on speaking about her not so subtle crush that her dorm mate had just asked her about.

“He’s got nice hair too. They look so soft, and they kind of remind me of the sunset back at home, near the beach. And last week, when we were in class, I found him looking at me instead of Professor Bins, and I realised his eyes are so beautiful.”

“Damn, woman! I never thought you had it so bad!” A familiar voice spoke up from behind Amie, and she turned around hurriedly to find a very smug George Weasley.

“George! How long have you been eavesdropping?” Amie asked, afraid of her feelings being disclosed.

“Just long enough to know you’re absolutely smitten by none other than my twin.” George smirked, sitting down next to Angelina and throwing an arm around her.

“Oh no, no, no! It wasn’t about Fred, love.” Angelina tried to cover up quickly, trying to save her friend from the embarrassment.

“Really? Then it must definitely be me, isn’t it? I mean, there’s only the two of us who can do everything you’ve been describing.” George joked. “Angie, sweetheart, I thought you were rather possessive about me. I never thought you’d let another girl talk about me like that, and that too right in front of you!”

“It wasn’t about either of you, George.” Amie tried to convince him.

“Then who, may I ask, is the object of your immense affection?” George teased.

“Just some character I read in my book, that’s all.” She said vaguely.

“What book?” He demanded, raising his eyebrows.

“The… The Great Hig..” She said, trying to come up with some book name, and failing miserably.

“Does this character of yours attend History of Magic classes with you, and sit next to you at the dining table at all meal times? And could he possibly be someone who looks a lot like me, just a bit less handsome? And maybe he’s called Fred Weasley?” George suggested, and Amie knew there was no way she could hide from this one.

“Please don’t tell him George!” she begged.

“Tell him what, Amie?” he teased, slowly getting up from his seat. “He already knows.”

“Georgie, c’mon! It’s not fair for us to get involved.” Angelina warned, trying to pull her boyfriend back towards herself.

“I’m not going to tell him anything, I promise!” George said, gently freeing himself from his girlfriend’s grip and taking a few steps away from the couch. “I just really, really need to run upstairs,” he said, walking backwards towards the stairs that led up to the boys’ dormitories, “and give a nice, loud, clear confirmation to my brother about how much you like him.”

And with those words, George bolted up the stairs and ran into his room. Amie could hear him shouting his brother’s name on top of his voice, and she knew immediately how fucked up it was going to be now. She was going to loose one of her closest friends, and it was all because she couldn’t control her feelings for him.

Tears began to well up in her eyes, and Angelina immediately shifted closer to her.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I’ll have a word with George about this. He really shouldn’t be messing with you like that.” She comforted.

“Well it’s no use now. Fred already knows about it. And he’s going to hate me for ruining our friendship.” Amie replied, getting up from the couch to walk away to her dorm and lie in her bed until her embarrassment faded into sleep.

Amie had to promise and extremely guilty Angelina the next morning that she wasn’t upset with her, and once they were dressed, they headed down to breakfast in the Great Hall. Fred was at his usual seat, the one next to him reserved for Amie as always. She mentally prepared herself to face him, and to apologise for making him uncomfortable, and began walking towards him, trying her best to hide her feelings that had now turned to guilt.

He looked up to her like he usually did, and Amie smiled politely. He reciprocated her gesture, but she saw the slightest bit of a change in his expression, especially in the way his eyes stayed on hers without blinking. It was hard for her to realise that her feelings would never be reciprocated, and now it was even harder to realise that Fred didn’t want to be around her. His expression clearly showed that he was nervous. And he was only nervous when he was uncomfortable.

Feeling her eyes water, she turned around and walked out of the hall. She took a few deep breaths to steady herself and rushed towards the corridor and walked alone to her first class for the day.

Through the day, she successfully avoided Fred at all costs. She didn’t sit with him in classes, instead requesting Angelina to sit with her. She didn’t pair up with him during potions, and found it easier to work with Cho Chang, who kept on giving her almost pitiful glances as if she knew exactly what was going on. But worst of all, she could feel Fred’s eyes boring into the back of her head across the room, and she knew she deserved every bit of his anger for ruining the amazing bond that they shared.

It had been over a week of avoiding Fred, and it was much harder than she had anticipated. Her eyes would instinctively flick over to his usual seat every now and then, and she had caught him looking back at her way too many times to count. But each time she found him walking towards her, she immediately sped off into the opposite direction. She already knew that their friendship was ruined beyond repair, but she didn’t want to hear it from his mouth. Perhaps if she didn’t hear him say it, she would find a better excuse in a couple of days and pretend that they had never been close.

Things didn’t quite go to plan when she was suddenly pulled aside one Friday afternoon, and all of a sudden she was engulfed by the darkness of a broom cupboard. Amie opened her mouth to scream, but a hand over her mouth stopped her.

“Hey, Hey, Amie! It’s me, Fred.” He whispered hurriedly, causing her to ease out as he pulled his hand away from her mouth.

“Why did you do that, Fred! You nearly gave me a heart attack!” She said, lightly swatting his arm, almost forgetting that they weren’t on talking terms anymore.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Fred stated simply, bringing back everything that she had been trying to avoid along with him.

“I’m not!” she lied, as she could make out Fred raising his eyebrows in the dim lighting. ”I jus-“ she was interrupted again, as she realised someone was walking towards the cupboard and was only moments away from finding them inside.

Filch’s voice was echoing the halls, his heavy footsteps thumping against the floor, almost as loudly as his grumbling.

“Absolutely no regard for the rules, always messing my brooms up. Snogging in my cupboards again, these stupid lovesick teenagers.” He hissed to himself.

Through the gaps in the door, Amie could make out his shadow, right in front of the door. Her heartbeat hadn’t yet got back to normal from being pulled aside so violently, and she could feel herself get even more tensed as she knew they were on the verge of getting caught.

Fred suddenly stepped closer to her, pinning her against the side of the cupboard, and holding her against the wall as he towered over her. He pulled out a silvery blue cloak and pulled it over both of them just as Filch threw the cupboard open.

Filch’s bulging eyes moved across the cupboard, looking at everything inside carefully to find any trace of hidden students, and to Amie’s surprise, he didn’t seem to see them, even though they were right there.

“Right here, they were! I saw them bloody get inside. One of those Weasley boys.” He grumbled and began to shut the cupboard door, when his tabby cat, Mrs. Norris, jumped inside and began sniffing around.

For the first time ever, Amie saw Filch get irritated at his beloved cat, as he grabbed her by the scruff around her neck and threw her onto the floor near his own feet.

He banged the door shut, and Amie almost gasped at the way the cupboard shook, but Fred’s firm hand on her shoulder brought her attention back to him. Slowly, Fred peeled the cloak away and dropped it aside to bring his focus back on her.

He was so close to her now, cornering her inside the cupboard with his body. She could feel his breath just as much as she could feel her own, and the warmth radiating off him brought her comfort and made her nervous at the same time.

The butterflies that would erupt in her stomach whenever he was close had returned after a week, and even though her mind was screaming at her to get away and stop day dreaming, she wanted to stay there for just another moment and enjoy this familiar feeling.

Her crazy thoughts were interrupted when Fred spoke up again.

“How long do you think you’re going to avoid me, Amie?” he asked, clearly sounding upset.

“I’m sorry,” she said honestly this time. “I don’t know when I started liking you more than a friend. I never meant to tell you about it but then George found out. It’s just a stupid crush. I’m sure it won’t last if I don’t think about it.”

“Why wouldn’t you want to tell me about it?” he asked sincerely.

“I know you don’t feel the same way, Freddie. I’m not the kind of girl that you want, or the one you deserve. I just don’t want to stop being friends,” she explained. “You’re my best friend. I can’t loose you.”

“What about my feelings? Am I stupid too if I’m head over heels for you?” he asked, pushing a strand of hair away from her face.

Amie stared up at him dumbfounded. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, and nothing but Fred’s smiling face made sense to her.

“It’s one of your pranks again, isn’t it?” she asked after a long pause.

“You know I’d never do that to you Amie,” he whispered. “I’ve been crazy for you since the day I met you. There hasn’t been a day that George didn’t tease me about it.”

Her arms slowly moved around his body until she was pressed up against him entirely, her head resting on his chest. His heartbeat was as wild as hers, and when he engulfed her in his arms, his scent filled her.

Hugging Fred was one of her favourite feelings in the world, and now, to know that he felt the same about her, it felt even better. She could stand there forever, but Fred pulled away too soon for her liking.

He looked down at her again, a huge smile plastered to his face.

“What now?” he asked, holding her cheeks between his palms.

“Kiss me, you idiot.” She said, and he leaned in immediately, connecting their lips.

It felt so good, and Amie knew it was exactly what she had been wanting for ages. It was soft and sweet, and filled with the longing that they both had for this moment to come to life. And the fact that it was her first kiss, and Fred’s first too, made her realise how special they were to each other.

When they moved away eventually, Fred’s forehead was against hers, eyes looking directly into hers. She could make out a deep blush on his cheeks and his beautiful smile, and her heart fluttered in her chest knowing that it was all because of her.

“Hogsmeade tomorrow?” Fred asked hopefully.

“Of course,” she smiled, immediately connecting their lips again.

[adharastarlight]

Did I just write a wolfstar micro fic based on a textpost? Yes. So, thank you @flatpillow for the inspiration lmao

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Sirius breathed out a reluctant exhale and turned his head away, much to his best friend's amusement. He shook his head slightly at the slowly spreading grin and collapsed onto his bed to bury his face into his pillow and stifle a groan.

"Is Pads okay?" Remus mused from the other side of the room, as if he had no idea what the bloody problem was. Nor that it was him.

James snorted whilst he shrugged, "not the foggiest clue."

He had something of a clue. Namely that Rem had just tugged off his jumper whilst talking to the boy who was currently hiding his crimson flush with his bedding. And his tee had ridden up very minutely as he did so. That his arms flexed when he chucked the jumper into his trunk. At least thats what James was assuming had happened, since it had been the reasoning that Si gave him the past three weeks when he was dying at three am. God, the Blacks were dramatic.

"What were you two even talking about?" Peter added with a concerned glance at his friend who was seemingly trying to disappear into his mattress.

"Quidditch. The match next week?" Remus muttered through a confused shake of his head at Sirius who'd managed to pull himself back up to sheepishly join in with the group's discussion.

"Ouais, it was." He swallowed the lump in his throat and forced out a smile, "and your commentary last time."

James sniggered at that, and made a show of ducking his head in embarrassment because all his friend had spent the match doing was commenting on how a certain chaser couldn't keep his eyes off of a certain seeker.

"I don't see the issue. It's not like I was commenting on you, Pads."

"Maybe that's the problem." Pete voiced, ignoring the glare immediately shot his way. Because at this point, the only one oblivious to Sirius' little crush was the object of his affections. Even some first year had commented on his heart eyes the other week.

"What? Why would that be a problem, cariad?"

Sirius flushed scarlet, somehow a darker red than before and shook his head adamantly, "that is not-"

"He's an attention whore, you know that Rem." James filled in smoothly behind his giggles disguised as obvious coughs.

"Yeah, not the only kind of whore he is."

"Moony! Unfair." It wasn't meant to be a whine, not at all. But here they all were, staring at him as he contemplated running and jumping out of their window.

Remus cocked an eyebrow at him and smirked, a slow, almost unsure smirk that made the older boy internally combust a good few hundred times, "oh? Who said I was trying to be fair, Si?"

James and Peter glanced between the pair, stifling their laughter with the backs of their hands or lips drawn tightly into half pouts. Sirius merely scoffed and flicked his wrist until the room was drenched in darkness.

*

Remus shook his head, a wide grin painting his features as the redhead in front of him gestured wildly around the common room.

"I'm telling you, Remus. She is this close to falling in love with me."

"You're dillusional, there's no chance Macdonald is that idiotic."

"Oi! What about you, huh? Falling in love with the most dramatic dog in existence."

His eyes widened as he scanned the common room, desperately praying said dog wasn't present before fixing her with a slight glare, "I am not falling in love with him."

"Oh please, you definitely are."

"If he hasn't already."

Remus spun at the slytherin’s voice and groaned, throwing his face into his hands with a frustrated whimper, "what are doing here, Black?"

"Listening to you pine after my brother again, apparently."

"Lily, make my ass of a best friend piss off."

Regulus snorted and planted himself firmly in between the two gryffindors, much to the redhead’s amusement, "listen, Lupin, if you don't get your damn emotions in order-"

"Oh says you Mr Simp-For-The-Simpiest-Man-Ever." Lily ignored the scowl turned her way and merely ruffled the younger boy's hair, "I'm just saying, Baby Black, he's not the only one fucked."

"Perhaps but at least I'm dating my achilles heel and I'm not solely metaphorically fucked."

Remus shoved his shoulder and shook his head reluctantly, "its pointless."

"Why don't you try flirting?"

"Don't be an idiot, Evans, that would require him having literally any moves."

"Asshole."

*

James' face broke into a lovesick smile the moment the pair stepped foot into the common room and that meant one thing: Regulus was here.

Sirius rolled his eyes as he was half dragged over to the sofa, where low and behold, his brother, crush and Lils were sat, "hey Red."

"Black, darling, how's you?"

"Dealing with this bundle of energy so not splendid."

"Hey now, that's my boyfriend, you intolerant shit."

James snorted and planted a decisive kiss to the top of the slytherin’s head, "I am indeed."

Lily grinned, apparently forgetting (or not caring) that Sirius was there as she spoke, "why don't you go and let him tire himself out then, Baby Black?"

Reg glared at her but didn't protest when his boyfriend nodded and hauled him up, legs automatically wrapping around his torso when he wasn't placed back down, "au revoir. Remus, don't be a wuss."

Sirius' eyes latched immediately to the werewolf at that, blocking out the giggles and soft mutters between his best friend and little brother as he did so, "ooo why're you being a wuss?"

The redhead answered before the other even had a chance to figure out a response, "he can't comprehend that he's perfectly capable of flirting with people." And with that she flounced off, leaving Remus to plan her murder as he chanced a glance at his friend.

His eyes flitted slightly in a pang of jealousy he couldn't contain but he managed to force a snort to break free of his slowly pursing lips, "want some help, Moons?"

"Nac oes, cariad."

Sirius felt his cheeks burn, the words escaping before he had even a moment to think them through, "could you stop trying to seduce me!?"

"I'm not trying to seduce y-" He broke off and met the flushed boy's gaze, hope clearly flitting across his face, "do you want me to seduce you, Pads?"

He paused, scanning the room for some support before realising it was futile and hesitantly nodding, "peut être."

Remus couldn’t stop his grin, reaching to cup the other's jaw without thinking, "really?"

"Really. Are you going to be a wuss or are you going to kiss me?"

"You're such an ass, cariad. Come here."

Sirius gnawed on his lip for a moment before scrambling closer and letting their lips hover together, "I hate how easily you can seduce me."

"No, you love it."

His reply was lost in the kiss, if he even uttered one, their lips finding each other as Rem’s fingers trailed up to the black locks, threading through and twisting them into loose plaits or loops that would probably end up being knotted. But Sirius couldn't care less, not right now. Insteas he hummed and leaned further into the embrace, leading to him being tugged to fall somewhat elegantly on the werewolf’s lap, his arms looping around Remus' neck to steady himself.

Okay, he definitely loved it.

[drama--universe]

Like a Queen

Requested by anonymous: Hi! Could you do a falling into your smile one-shot/drabble/imagine about the reader being Lu Si-Cheng's sister who was living in Korea with him but has a crush on Hierophant but he never noticed/acknowledged it because they're just friends. After they moved back to China, Hierophant eventually does have a crush on her too after hanging out with her a bit more on their own and he eventually confesses. (It'll be funny if the ending was Lu Si-Cheng throwing a slipper or smth at Hierophant when he catches them but it's also up to you.) Sorry for my blabbering 😬

Pairing: Kun-Hyeok (Hierophant) x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.9k words

Warnings: cheating (not Kun-Hyeok), violence

Glancing inside the room, you watched your brother and his friend play. Lee Kun-Hyeok... You had a major crush on the boy, you enjoyed seeing him when he came by your house. Even if he didn't pay attention to you.

Your brother was the first to notice you, staring straight at you before getting up and closing the door right in front of your face. And thus you were alone in the house again, wondering why you agreed to join Si-Cheng when moving to Korea. Then again, if you stayed home then you wouldn't have met Kun-Hyeok.

You saw them again later that evening, dinner had been placed on the table and the two boys were quick to start digging in. At least Kun-Hyeok gave a 'thank you for the dinner' before starting, unlike your older brother. Then the talk about games started again, leaving you unable to join the conversation.

"Do you play any games, (y/n)?" Kun-Hyeok paused the conversation with Si-Cheng, turning to you and patiently waiting for your answer. You shook your head softly as Si-Cheng started explaining that you just couldn't understand the mechanics and gave up quickly.

"I can try teaching you if you want?" He suddenly suggested, to which your brother burst out laughing (and earning a shoe to his head in return) and you slumped in your seat a bit as you tried to hide your face, not wanting them to see how embarrassed you got. Kun-Hyeok insisted, however, and thus you found yourself spending more time with him. You were sure that your crush got worse, but you ignored it in favor of just enjoying the time you had with him.

"Dude, you are aware my sister has a crush on you, right?" You heard Si-Cheng's voice in the distance, even with his door closed. You couldn't help but get closer, curiosity getting the better of you as you listened next to the door.

"I know, I know. Don't worry, I'm not going to date your sister. She's just a friend, I guess. I'm mostly friendly because she's your sister." Kun-Hyeok spoke and you sighed softly, trying to ignore the tears that started welling up in your eyes.

Right there, your heart fell and shattered into a millions of pieces.

Looking back to it, you felt embarrassed of how idiotic your crush had been. A simple girl crush, a first love that hurt too much and was just embarrassing to think back to. A simple fantasy of sorts...

It caused you to move back to China, greeting your parents again after months with tears spilling down your face and your face nearly gone. Your younger brother, Lu Yue, was the first and only person to know the reason and threatened both boys back in Korea for you, not that they would ever know that.

But now you were better, 5 years later makes a difference of course. You were over Kun-Hyeok, not that you'd ever see him again, and you had a boyfriend, Jun-Xiang, that you loved very dearly. Most important, you had a job you loved doing that didn't have to much extra hours to worry about and you earned enough to pay for your rent, bills, groceries and still have extra to go shopping if you wanted to.

"(Y/n)!" Your name was called loudly and you turned your head to see Jun-Xiang running your way, clearly tired from running. You gave him a smile as he reached you, patting his head sweetly before grabbing his hand.

"Come on, we're already late." You said as you pulled him inside of the restaurant, your brother and his teammates already inside. To your surprise, Kun-Hyeok was there as well, sitting beside Si-Cheng awkwardly as he tried to follow the others' conversations. Clear that they spoke too fast, Kun-Hyeok seemed to give up on understanding them.

"(Y/n)!" When your name was called, you didn't know by who, all eyes turned your way before moving to your boyfriend. Si-Cheng's gaze hardened, you knew that the two didn't practically like each other and you couldn't figure out why, and you could see Kun-Hyeok's gaze of confusion. Nonetheless, you sat down next to Lu Yue, ruffling the younger's hair affectionately before turning to the food in front of you while your boyfriend sat next to Kun-Hyeok.

"I see you came again." Your glare at Si-Cheng shut him up for further comments to your boyfriend, but it didn't soften his glare. You then turned to Kun-Hyeok, quickly greeting him in Korean before digging into the food. The chattering returned, drowning out all the thoughts that were swimming in your head as you listened to how they won their matches. You didn't understand much, but listened nonetheless.

"Excuse me." Your boyfriend spoke up, leaving the room with his phone in hand and you gave a smile before turning to the group again. They all seemed a bit confused by Jun-Xiang's escape, but most just continued to talk. Everyone except for Si-Cheng, who skillfully exited the room as well. You didn't even notice until he was almost out of the room and you were quick to follow him as well.

"Si-Cheng, stop following him." You stopped your brother just as he was about to round the corner of the hall and he gave you a look. You were about to say something, but your boyfriend's voice rang out.

"Yeah, babe. I'm going to leave here and come back to the apartment. No, no, I really didn't want to come here. You know how she is, won't even let me say no. I didn't want to see her stupid bunch of friends!" His voice rang out loudly and you fell silent as you continued to listen to him, trying to ignore the pang of pain in your heart from all of the degrading words thrown to your name.

It was a miracle that Si-Cheng was still standing next to you. You looked up to see your brother, but he was gone. You knew it would be too good to be true...

Turning the corner yourself, you saw Si-Cheng ready to punch Jun-Xiang and you quickly rushed forward to grab his arm. You pulled him back with all of your might, successfully pulling the older back enough as he trashed a bit to get out of your grip.

"Stop it!" You exclaimed and Si-Cheng paused, looking back to see you before his eyes widened. A cursing Lu Yue passed by you and lunged himself at Jun-Xiang, luckily being grabbed by Si-Cheng in return. The elder brother lifted the younger of the ground easily, holding him there as Lu Yue trashed around like a wild beast. The rest of the group had joint as well, all staring at you with confusion. Jun-Xiang had gotten up, cursing back at Lu Yue and Si-Cheng and you got in between.

"Why don't you go to your damn 'babe', huh? We're done, asshole." With that, you threw your fist to his face and smiled at the loud crack that you could hear as Jun-Xiang fell back to the ground.

"Let's go!" Lu Yue exclaimed happily and you turned back, almost bursting out in laughter as you saw your brothers.

Lu Yue, still in Si-Cheng's arms, with his own arms up in the air like a toddler would do and Si-Cheng was clearly annoyed with the arm that was nearly thrown into his own face.

"We should get out, no?" Xiao Pang spoke up, voice slightly concerned of the consequences that could follow. You all agreed, leaving the premise and leaving after Xiao Rui quickly paid with the company card. Luckily, most of the food was already eaten. You ignored the fact that Jun-Xiang laid somewhere in the halls and rushed out of the restaurant, laughing as you got further.

"Come on!" You whined loudly, pulling along Kun-Hyeok with a smile as you weaved through the crowd. ZDGX was busy with promotional stuff and thus you decided that you would hang out with Kun-Hyeok instead. You didn't want to stay inside and you wanted to show Kun-Hyeok around, show him the good food places and shops. He already carried a bag of snacks for you, he insisted on carrying the bag for you even when you originally refused, and he even carried a bag of his own, although it was significantly smaller than yours. Something along the lines of, I can't eat too much candy because of competition. Nonetheless, he bought some non-sugar ones that you insisted that he should try.

Kun-Hyeok hadn't said much, except for the occasional agreement and such, and yet it wasn't awkward. There was a reason for his silence, however, and even the thought of it made him blush.

He knew you had a crush on him years ago, but he denied it with all his heart since you were Si-Cheng's sister. Yet now, he couldn't help it. You were different, so was he at the end of the day. You were much confident now, clear that you felt good in your body, unlike your teenage years, and it was something that intrigued him and pulled him your way.

More simply said, he fell in love with you.

He didn't mind, however, since he knew perfectly fine how much of a kind and thoughtful person you were. Due to that, he didn't mind loving you, even when it was one-sided.

So he listened and watched as you dragged him past shops, smiling brightly as you dragged him around. He did have to admit that it did start to hurt his feet and his back had started to ache because of the fact that you pulled him down constantly.

"Oooh! Let's go to that café!" You called and you could hear a breath of relief from the man behind you, giggling at him before sitting down at a table. You put everything on another chair before ordering your and Kun-Hyeok's drinks and some cakes to go with it. Then you turned to Kun-Hyeok with another bright smile.

"Thanks for hanging out with me." You asked and Kun-Hyeok shrugged, leaning back in his chair slightly.

"I don't mind." "No, really though. I needed this after all... Well, you know." You sighed softly, not wanting to continue thinking about it as you accepted the drinks from the waiter with a thanks.

"Don't think about him too much, you deserve better than someone like that." "Stop saying that, you sound too cliché." You chuckled, taking an sip of your drink before looking up at him again.

"Do you think all guys are like that?" "Definitely not, those people are just cowards." He spoke and you nodded, sighing as you slumped into your seat.

"Then how should he have treated me?" You asked softly, not thinking that Kun-Hyeok would hear nor did you expect an answer.

"Like a queen. You're brothers would kill anyone who treats you like less." Kun-Hyeok laughed and you burst out laughing, doubling over while covering your face with your hand. You couldn't help but agree, hell even when you left today Lu Yue was glaring at Kun-Hyeok with a passion.

"Then again, I'd treat you the same even if your brothers weren't like that." He confessed and you frowned a bit before smiling.

"Show me then." "What?" He looked up in confusion, his eyes slightly widened as he tried to process what you just said. When he did, he only gave a smile.

"Alright, I'll take you on a date tomorrow then." You could only smile in return again.

"I can't wait."

[barb-l]

Yeees totally! With Enid probably picking stores strategically beforehand because she knows Wednesday can only take so much before her social batteries run out for the day. She's also totally buying her something other than black and white.. maybe in a beautiful dark blue colour and for whatever, whatever reason Wednesday will be compelled to wear it (when they are alone.) Oh no.. I have way too much thoughts and feelings about them.

Ohh I will be ecstatic about anything you decide to write for them. I loved your first fic tons, it's so very well-written! 😊

Oh dark blue could work. Pretty sure that's what she was wearing in Addams Family Values.

Aww thanks! I'm actually working on a summer break fic rn, but i've been hesitant to keep going cuz ive been considering just waiting to watch the show first cuz i wanna know what Enid's family/pack is like by the end of the show. I'll probably be changing a ton of stuff, or just scrap the whole thing altogether, after i've watched the show, so let me just post what i have so far here:

(sorry im on my mobile and can't put it under read more)

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Enid didn't really expect anything when she gave Wednesday her number. For one, Wednesday didn't have a phone and has sworn that she will never have one.

But just in case...

As, uh, rocky as their start was as roommates, Wednesday has grown on Enid. Like a mold. Maybe due to Stockholm Syndrome. Jury's still up as to how Wednesday feels about her. But after going up against a homicidal monster and rogue Nevermore student together, she likes to think that she has managed to go past being merely a thorn on Wednesday's side and dug her way to the other girl's shriveled, pea-sized heart.

So just before they leave Nevermore for the long-awaited summer break, she gave Wednesday her phone number to let her know that she can contact her if she ever gets sick of tormenting her brother and wants to bother Enid instead.

Wednesday raised a brow when she's handed the piece of paper with Enid's digits and sceptically looked at her. "Why?"

Enid didn't expect Wednesday to ask at the time. Truthfully she expected her to wordlessly throw it away and was prepared for another bout of back and forth squabble like they've always done. Maybe even tease her over how she's too much of an old lady on the inside to even figure out how to use a phone anyway. It was fun. What's not fun is admitting that she will miss her. She didn't prepare to be asked why.

"I don't know," is what Enid ended up saying. "Just..." She shrugged, turned away from Wednesday's calculating gaze to finish zipping up her bag. "I don't know."

"Hm."

Enid didn't like that reaction. Like Wednesday just caught her doing something embarrassing. So she took her bag, gave Wednesday a saccharinely fake smile, and said, "See ya, weirdo!" before running away with her tail tucked between her legs.

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Enid spends the first two weeks of summer break agonizing over how humiliating that was. Who gives their number to a girl who doesn't even have a phone? Desperate idiots, that's who.

If Wednesday knew how much Enid was suffering just thinking about her, she'd be smiling in satisfaction.

...and now Enid has started thinking about Wednesday's smile, wicked as it may be, and has buried her face in her pillow. This time she's suffering for different, more embarrassing reasons.

She didn't expect anything, honest to god, so when she receives a notification one day for a text from an unknown number, she couldn't believe her eyes.

Greetings, Enid Sinclair, it reads.

Against my better judgement, I have gone and acquired a phone. I still maintain the belief that they are unnecessary and annoying, but you were, regrettably, right. Lighting Pugsley up in the good ol' electric chair has not been the same since Nevermore.

Perhaps it's due to everything else that we have gone through the whole semester. Monsters and what-not can't compare.

Though money has never been an issue to an Addams, I expect that you will make my purchase worthwhile by granting me amusement. Go ahead, regale me of your woes spending school break locked in a whole different kind of prison with your family. I don't expect it to be any worse of a time than I have had, but I haven't lost hope.

Forever in darkness,

Wednesday Addams

Enid rolls her eyes when she finishes reading the absurdly long text, but there's a smile she can't contain when she fondly mutters, "So edgy."

She doesn't reply right away. Mostly because she doesn't know what to say, and also because she spent a good fifteen minutes just re-reading the message, giggling over the mental image of Wednesday going to the mall and buying a phone, all for her.

... Well, maybe not, but Enid doesn't have enough self-control in her to deny a hungry ego.

She knows that the text has been shown as read on Wednesday's end by know, but she pays it no mind. With all the torture having Wednesday on her mind has brought her, she deserves to do it back.

After spending much too long of her time erasing and retyping, she finally replies.

u dont have to sign n write texts like letters yunno. U can just talk like normal

Enid once again laughs when she sees that her text was immediately read. Wednesday spends two minutes conjuring up a reply, and Enid spends the whole time watching the dots on the the bubble move as she lies in bed.

Eventually, Wednesday sends a reply.

Your spelling is atrocious.

Enid wonders if Wednesday would get offended if she tells her how often she has made her laugh.

That's more like it, Enid texts in return.

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Going Trick or Treating with Ted Logan would include~

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(This is super late but it was in my drafts and finished so here~)

- Ted spent a lot of his childhood being “the older brother” so even though Halloween is arguably his favorite holiday, he’s very lax about how he wants to spend it. He’s down for whatever you want to do and sort of just tags along; happy to be there and spending time with you. 

- Don’t expect a ton of input when you ask what he wants to be/dress up as. You’ll get a very excited and adamant “for sure” when you question him on whether or not he wants to dress up; and probably if he wants to be in a couples costume with you, but he’ll always respond with an enthusiastic “I don’t know” whenever you ask for any specifics. 

- So yeah, it’s more or less your decision to make. You probably choose to be something like a Rockstar and his girlfriend; since it’s a fairly fitting costume all thing considered, but if you’re more of a “this is my one chance a year to dress like an idiot” kind of person, he’ll gladly wear one of those silly foam outfits as well. 

- Whatever you guys choose; he’s not embarrassed in the slightest. It’s Halloween, you’re supposed to dress up and look silly. And what’s silly anyways? He’s having fun so who cares.

- But, speaking of costumes: he has absolutely zero focus while browsing the aisles of the Halloween store. He’s bouncing from image to image and getting distracted from/forgetting about the ones he’s already considering because he’s immediately focused on another one. You’ll probably not even wind up buying any of them either, you’ll go home empty handed and just choose something from your closet at the very last minute. 

- I don’t think Ted is capable of getting embarrassed: like he legitimately can’t feel shame; at least 90% of the time. He’d happily go trick or treating with you and wouldn’t even bat an eye at the prospect of people your age seeing and making fun of you. He’s simply here to have a good time, and honestly? Good for him. 

 - As much as he loves trick or treating, he loves sitting on the curb and talking with you even more. The longer the night drags on and the more you decide to “stop for a second” the better; especially when you shiver and he gets to scoot in extra close to “keep you warm”. 

- He’s constantly touching: holding your hand, leaning on you, hugging you from behind, rubbing his hands on your arms to warm you up, etc. He’s affectionate and considerate, thank you very much. 

- He insists on carrying your candy when he see’s that you’re struggling; even if you insist that you’re fine. How he manages to carry both your bags, along with you on his back a majority of the time, never ceases to confuse and amaze you.

- On that note: piggyback rides; especially if you were dumb and decided to wear uncomfortable shoes.  

- The two of you probably cross paths with his brother during the night and the two of them have a stand off in the middle of the street. He almost runs after and tackles him when he makes a comment about how good you look. 

- If he was wearing a big latex mask or let you put makeup on him, you’d have to lift it up to kiss him or would wind up with lipstick/face paint all over your face from him kissing you everywhere. I don’t know, it’s just a cute thought. 

- He wreaks havoc on his bag of candy. He leaves the night with half of what he collected because of just how much he snacks on his stash. How he doesn’t throw up before morning is genuinely beyond you. 

- He would be conflicted but he’d wind up giving you the last/only piece of candy that he has that the two of you mutually love. Like if you had one snickers bar in both your bags combined, he’d really want to have it but he’d know that it’s your favorite so he’d drop it into your bag instead. 

- Speaking of: he knows what you love and hate so he swaps stuff out without even saying anything, or grabs something to eat from your pile without asking because he knows you’re gonna give them to him by the end of the night anyway. 

- Bill would probably tease the two of you for going out and trick or treating but he’d definitely feel a bit conflicted about whether or not he should have gone afterwards. 

- By the end of the night you’re an itchy costume, makeup covered pile of limbs and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

[randomingoftherandomness]

Soooo I dreamed this last night... Everyone in the Gong family knows about Shangjue and Yuanzhi feelings for each other. Zishang being the caring sister she decides to take the matters in her hands to get the two together. She convinces Yuanzhi that the only way to get his man is to make him jealous so he has to fake a relationship with Young Master Hua (who is unwillingly part of the plan).

The three idiots planned the whole thing with open doors and Shangjue ears everything.

The whole thing ended up with Young Master Hua and Yuanzhi caught in a rather embarrassing situation the elders, Elder Hua almost having a heart attack and Shangjue shocking everything by laughing heartly and soundly for the first time in his life.

It's stupid but I woke up laughing like an idiot 😂

"Do I really have to?"

Zishang bravely resists the urge to roll her eyes because, oh, save her from those with short-sightedness. Xiao Hei purses his lips as he carefully watches how Yuanzhi manoeuvres his way into the gauzy pale green fabric of the hanfu. She'd bought it because a travelling merchant had said that it was the latest in summer styles from the south thinking she'd probably wear it out once but now as she sees the way the shade complements Yuanzhi's complexion, it was a good idea to hang on to it.

Xiao Hei nudges her with his shoulder and she tuts her tongue at him. Impatience is such an unattractive trait in a man.

"Why? Are you scared of what Gong Shangjue will do to you if he thinks you're corrupting his little brother?" Zishang teases, crossing her arms.

"More like, I am very invested in keeping my limbs attached to my body and my guts in me, thank you very much," Xiao Hei quips back without missing a beat. Which. Okay, point. Gong Shangjue is scary and she really would rather not cross him on his best days.

But it's for the cause of true love! It's justified! Zishang sighs inwardly, lamenting the fact that her brilliance could never be understood by mere mortals.

Yuanzhi is deeply in love with Shangjue and anyone with two eyes can see how much Shangjue adores him in return. It has been this way for years. While Zishang cannot begin to guess where that nature of love turned from the comfort and familiar to something much deeper and tempered by attraction, theirs is a love that lies unspoken and Zishang would be damned if she has to live through another tea session where Yuanzhi's moping because he missed his Shangjue gege when he's not around.

Nudging Xiao Hei, she mouths the words, Go help him. He rolls his eyes but doesn't talk back. Moving to where Yuanzhi is fumbling with the belt, Zishang feels a small sense of elation when he steps close enough to wrap his hands around Yuanzhi's waist and tighten the wrappings.

In another life, they'd make a good-looking couple, she thinks idly. She probably should have been paying attention because the next thing she knew, Xiao Hei and Yuanzhi were tangled together and bickering while stumbling around.

"I think this goes--"

"...hold still..."

"--don't tighten it...!"

"Wait...!"

Zishang is half a step into helping them when the doors swing open to a sputtering Elder Hua and a serenely smiling Shangjue behind him.

"This! This!" Elder Hua squeezes out, wagging his finger at his son. Xiao Hei, to his credit, quickly holds up his hands in a gesture of surrender, eyes wide and panicked.

Yuanzhi scrambles to close the front of his robes, going a bit crimson from the blood splotching his cheeks.

"What's the meaning of this!"

"Father, I swear it's not what you think--"

"Well, I think," Shangjue smoothly interjects, stepping into the room. Deftly separating Xiao Hei and Yuanzhi, he coolly throws his coat around Yuanzhi's shoulders, wrapping an arm (almost possessively) around his slender waist. "That we should be asking the mastermind of this whole endeavour, hm?"

Sharp eyes turn to Zishang who absolutely does not squeak under the scrutiny. Xiao Hei looks positively harangued when Elder Hua crosses the room to slap his shoulder, muttering exasperatedly about how he should know better than to covet Gong Shangjue's person.

"Zishang jie, would you mind explaining yourself?"

She manages a weak laugh before swallowing tightly around the nervous knot in her throat. Spying the way Shangjue's leaning in to whisper something in Yuanzhi's pink-tinged ear, she's gratified that, at least her matchmaking efforts have paid off.

Hopefully, Shangjue doesn't hunt her for sport for this.