#and says i love you and im sorry as his last words to mike

[donghuamuqing]

Why does byler have yumihisu swag

[begginmonty]

working with mike

(this doesn't follow the plot directly and mike works like more than just 3 shifts, also this is legit 2k words long i got so so so carried away im just so in love with mike, apologies!! its also not been proofread sorry <3)

before mike is hired alongside you, steve raglan had given you the job a week or so ago after you had lost your last job over a silly customer dispute (the customer is never right) and steve was your last hope at job, and bingo he had one. here you are 2 weeks later, waiting by your car outside the rundown pizzeria, waiting to train the new guy whose supposed to help you

a car pulls up and out comes a very pretty, but very tired/drained, looking guy, you introduce yourself with a small smile and he doesn’t return it, and is like “im mike”, you give him the benefit of the doubt that he hasn't smiled at you, new jobs are stressful.

the first shift goes fine, you tell him the basics and show him the training video tape, which alongside your commentary of making fun of some of it and nit-picking little things finally gets an amused smile from him. you can see him ease up a little. he doesn’t talk as much as you do but he seems to enjoy your ramblings. 

you show him the showtime performance after he looks confused about ‘animatronics’ . watching his reaction of the animatronics rendition of talking in your sleep by the romantics is a little amusing to you but you were the same way when vanessa had shown you originally.

“its something isn’t it?” he doesn't reply, he just stood looking in disbelief. 

when morning rolls around, you show him how to lock up and then give him his own key that steve had given you. 

“wasn’t so bad was it?” 

“it was..different” 

the second shift alongside mike is different but a good different. he’s running a little late and walks in on your blasting an 80s hot pop hits tape over the old speakers, vacuuming the main dining area. a smile, that melts his heart a little, lights up your face as you see him walk in.

“im sorry i’m late the babysi-”

“hey, dont stress it. you still made it!” 

he is not used to someone being so nice and friendly to him??  its foreign but he finally cracks you a small smile, watching you as you turn on the vacuum and continue listening to the music. (i need to hug him i stg)

he hasn't met anyone as nice as you in a long long time, it’s refreshing for him

and not in a creepy way !!!!!!!!!!! but he watches the cameras and watches as you just listen to the music as if the world isn’t there and continue to clean the area. 

“need a hand?” 

mike speaks up as you take a break leaning against a table, facing the main stage, the curtains open (as your next task is going to clean around the animatronics, it’s getting too dusty), music turned down quietly. he comes and leans against the table with you. you start small talk, saying something about the animatronics and you guys talk a little.

“so, you said something about a babysitter, do you have, like, a kid or something? sorry if im being too nosy, please tell me to shut up or something” mike cannot get over how nice you are

and then mike explains his living situation, and then the two of you get into a discussion about how families can suck and be shitty ect

and mike really likes how you don't pry or ask him lots of questions like others have done in the past, this man is really liking you and he’s only know you for two days

“this guy…must’ve been on something to make this place” and mike laughs a little !!! for the first time you got him to laugh !!

“yeah it’s something isn’t it..” both of you are sat against a table just staring at the animatronics in front of you

the two of you make small talk as you wipe down the dust covered tables but you can see how tired he is, he’s yawning a little bit.

“hey, you know, you can like sleep on the job by the way?” he looks up at you from the table, “sometimes i take a good couple hours nap in the office, no ones breaking into this place anytime soon”

he tries to protest and mentions towards the cleaning products and you brush him off, “go, you need it”

mike feels a strange warmth in his heart the hasn't felt, maybe ever? and he naps for a few hours whilst you continue to clean around. cleaning isn't in your job description but honestly you’re worried about the level of dust entering your lungs y'know

a loud thud and chair scraping noise comes from the office and you run to it and see mike on the floor, he looks confused and you help him to sit up. you ask if he’s okay but he seems out of it, “mike, whats wrong?”

sitting on the floor together, mike explains everything to you and opens up to you about a little brother he had, and tells you about his dream issues and sleep issues and you can see he’s upset and shaken by this dream. He shows you the sleeping pills and he explains the dream theory he’s been reading about.

“this is the part where somebody usually calls me crazy” 

“you aren’t crazy, mike” mike notices how kind you eyes are and how warm your voice is, “i’ve seen crazy. you are far from it” you joke a little and he has the faintest smile tug at his lips. 

finally home time woo !! as you lock up the gate, you watch as mike goes to his car, “mike wait!”

he turns around almost instantly at your voice as you run up to him, you pull something out from your hoodie a fazbear security badge and hand it to him, “you’re officially security now” he takes it from you and thanks you with that small smile. 

3rd shift passes (you could’ve sworn foxy was standing in a different spot and bonnie’s hand placement looked completely different) and vanessa comes for her weekly visit and meets mike. when you aren’t with them, vanessa brings up the fact that you’re one of the kindest and nicest people she’s ever met and mike agrees. 

next shift goes by and another and you guys have a long conversation about everything and you tell him more about yourself. hes never really been romantically involved with anyone but somebodysss got a crush (its him and well, you do too). and then you let him sleep and decide to tackle the old kitchen. (you could’ve sworn you heard someone walk down the hallway but you double check and no ones there)

mike dreams again and you swear you hear a groan and you walk to the office to see him, out of breath, breathing, clutching his arm and theres blood coming from it and he looks up at you trembling. “oh my god mike, what happened?”

you sit opposite him, patch him up and make him a hot drink, and he's explaining everything to you and you can tell he’s really getting bothered by these dreams. (you also think hes hurt himself from falling off the chair somehow..unbeknownst to you)

he’s tearing up a little and you just hold his hand in yours, and he's looking at your kind eyes and he doesn’t know how to react to being touched, he stops talking (mike is incredibly touch starved oh my god) and, carefully, you lean forward and hug him very gently.

he’s stiff at first but you can feel him relax into the hug and he wraps his non-injured arm around you and grips onto your back, “its okay mike. you’re okay” you can tell he really needs this hug and you can tell no one has really hugged him in a long time.

when the shift ends and you say goodbye for the day, your car just refuses to start. you cannot start it at all. you get out the car and look at it in a huff, but lucky for you mike hasnt driven a way yet

he gets out his car and you explain to him about your car, and he offers if you want a lift home or at least back to his house (his house is much closer than yours) and you can call someone about the car and you agree.

the drive is nice, you notice he has a great taste in music

meeting abby!! mike excuses himself for a shower whilst you're ringing the mechanics for your car, and he accidentally falls asleep on his bed after. when he wakes up (a good hour or so later, which you really don't mind) he walks into the living room to see you and abby sat on the floor colouring together with a cartoon on the tv, and you guys are really getting along and she’s wearing your security guard vest and badge. (her friends told her to trust you)

“uh abby, why dont you get ready for school?” mike speaks up, causing you both to look in his direction. 

you can't fight the fact that he looks hot with joggers and shirt on, looking sleepy as hell aHHH

“okay” abby smiles and gives you back your stuff and runs off to her room to get ready for school. 

he walks over to you and sits down on the couch, “im sorry for falling asleep-”

you sit next to him and place your hand on his arm and smile, “its fine, mike, really. your sister is lovely”

mike looks up from your hand and looks at your face. he looks sleepy and gorgeous and you look gorgeous to him and your eyes are so kind and theres a moment. some sort of magnetic force kinda pulls your faces closer together.

“im gonna be late!” says abby running into the room.

mike drops abby to school and you stay in his house, waiting for the mechanic to eventually call you back like he says he will. you feel a little awkward sitting on his couch watching tv but you have nothing better to do.

he comes back he offers you a shower and some of his clothes as he feels bad for you having to sit in work clothes. 

the way his heart feels when he see’s you walk out to the bathroom and back to the couch next to him wearing one of his sweatshirts and a pair of his joggers as well hMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm (too early for love?)

he smells good

you must both drop off to sleep, as a few hours later mike opens his eyes for a minute to the TV showing some drama show, and then he notices a heavy feeling on his chest. there you are, passed out, in his clothes, head on his chest peacefully asleep. 

this is something he’s never felt before !1!!1 

he blushes (thank god you’re asleep) and brushes a hair out of your face, staring down at your sleeping face (uh oh someones in love) before grabbing the worn blanket from behind him and throwing it over your exposed legs.

you stirr a little, your arm wrapping around his lower half and he's so flustered and sleepy and aHHHH

he wraps his arm around your shoulders gently and passes out again (PART 2??)

[shurisneakers]

unsolved (v)

Summary: Bucky doesn't even believe in the paranormal. So who the hell thought it was a good idea to stick him in a series about everything haunted for the internet's amusement? With his loose-canon of a teammate who has no concept of subtlety or shits left to give, to make things even worse. (Buzzfeed unsolved AU)

Warnings: swearing, frustrated bucky, obnoxious reader, witchcraft

A/N: it's like i never left amirite (im sorry it has been like 10 months pls forgive me ily guys let's pretend this series never went on hiatus) (i had cancer and college but now I've graduated from both and i live babyyy. anyway. welcome back to my house of horrors)

Previous part || Series masterlist

When you tell Maya you want to do witchcraft, you'd done so with the full expectation of defending your idea with the force of a PhD student who was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

She surprisingly agrees. 

“Really?” It's hard to stop the astonishment from entering your voice. Honestly, it sort of pisses you off that the Canva presentation you spent five hours on wouldn't actually see the light of day.

“Yeah, sure. I think it'd do well with the older demographic. ” She shrugs.

"Really?" Now you weren't sure she was on the same plane of existence as you were.

“Make some animals talk. Conjure up some parking spots.”

Ah. 

“I was thinking more like... hexing people and shadow demons,” you test slowly.

That seems to tether her to reality.

Her head cranes towards you centimetre by centimetre, like she was buffering in real time.

“Are you insane?" she states, not very much sounding like she was expecting an answer. "Do you want to end up on the news? Do you know how vicious Facebook groups can be?” 

“No PR is bad PR,” you preach wisely, parroting advice you’d seen bots on Twitter tell other bots. 

“That doesn’t apply to you. I already have a tough time explaining Stephen Strange and why he’s not literally the devil to the public."

Now that was a little unfair. Perhaps it warranted another Canva presentation.

"Have you considered that I'm hotter and significantly cooler than Stephen Strange?" you suggest helpfully.

She squints at you, or more likely your audacity. "I will not have another scandal on my hands this week.” 

“But next week is okay?”

Her hardened stare tells you quickly what a thousand words cannot.

You cross your arms over your chest. “Thou limit me so, Maya. How is one to find you invigorating content in these trying circumstances?”

Maya taps your shoulder on her way out, crooning, “There’s a reason I asked you to do this series. You’ll figure it out.”

You hide a smile with an all too dramatic sigh. “Thou compliment me so. How am I to not fall in love with thee?”

Maya shakes her head playfully. “Nothing that will get me called into a press conference by mid-day. No hexing. No extreme curses. ”

“Mid-level curses it is, then” you call after her.

Her leaving figure does not give you a reply.

After a week of staring at the corner of his room through the night, delirious to the point where he seriously considered using Sam’s Amazon Prime account to buy his own stupid ghost apparatuses, Bucky throws in the towel.

Clearly, he was mistaken. Sleep deprived and probably missing his family a little more than he would have ever admitted to a living soul.

Bucky's sleep deprivation adds to his already charming and sociable personality.

No one would touch him with a ten-foot pole. Bucky’s usually grumpy and while everyone had sort of built a tolerance towards his regular nonsense, he was now the very sexy combination of grumpy and sensitive.

For his part, after last week's shenanigans, Bucky has stuck to avoiding anything and everything horror.

He watches only romcoms and finds that while everyone says he seems most like Harry from Harry Met Sally, he hates that Mike Wazowski motherfucker with a passion. 

While everyone else seems to get the memo, you have chosen to ignore it blissfully, and have instead been prancing about all week, shoving meme after meme into his face.

Bucky Barnes smiling compilations that were 7 seconds long. Bucky Barnes social media fanfictions that showed him replying far more than he had ever replied to anyone in real life ever.

Bucky’s learnt to ignore you with a long-suffering glare. You adapt quickly, skillfully dodge the daggers shooting out of his eyes and shove another TikTok in his face. It is an edit of him to Toxic by Britney Spears. He doesn't want to ask where they got some of the footage they used.

After the fifth Twitter screenshot, he takes to avoiding you like the plague.

Unfortunately for Maya, that involved avoiding the set too. He sees on the official The Graveyard Shift channels that there’s an announcement put out about an episode delay. 

It is undeniably his fault. No, he still won't answer the group chat or the several knocks at his door every day.

But because the universe is invested in his sorrow, you seem to find him wherever he goes.

In the garden, digging through the vegetable bed.

In the storeroom, looking through oversized cookware.

When he walked into the alley behind the Tower and found you there, he hissed at you like a feral cat and you asked very loudly what the fuck was wrong with him. 

He checks every part of him and all his clothes for a tracker but no-- you just seem to have a karmic connection level of being exactly where he is. 

When he runs into you for the fourth time at the library, he really thinks he’s lost it.

“Are you following me?” he asks, voice sharp.

You look at him in wonder. “Your ego is so big it could have its own gravitational pull. How do you carry around your massive head all day?"

“Everywhere I go, you’re there.” He continues, finger pointing in accusation. 

“Bitch, you're the one who walked in here," you exclaim. "I’ve been here all day.”

“Doing what?”

“Who’s following who now?” you dare.

“Because you’re in this section.” He does a quick check to see what section it actually is. Witchcraft and Wizardry. He may not have known that when he accused you but he definitely was not wrong.

“Why do you care what I do here?”

Because he's wondering if he’s managed to shut down production permanently and sent a bunch of people into unemployment.

“I don’t trust you here," he settles on instead. "What are you actually doing?"

“I’m learning things. Gaining knowledge. And such." You gesture vaguely before you narrow your eyes at him. "Not that you would know, you ape.”

He scoffs. He had the intelligence of a thousand suns, mind you.

“You don’t even have a book," he counters.

“So? I’m gaining knowledge through osmosis.” You look around. “I’m absorbing.”

His nose twitches, teeth clenched.

“Whatever,” he mumbles instead, turning his attention to the bookshelf.

As he thumbs through various titles he’s too annoyed to read, a small movement catches his attention. 

He watches you from the corner of his eyes. 

“What?” you demand, this whole exchange too damn loud for a library. 

“What?” he challenges right back. “Why are you watching me?”

“Why am I– you’re the one staring at me.” You throw your hands up. “First you follow me here, second you accuse me of things that would get me burnt at the stake a couple of years ago, third you accuse me of watching you just 'cause you know you're pretty. You–”

Bucky narrows his eyes, not missing the random compliment you slipped in.

“Hold on just one second. That’s why you’ve been avoiding everyone all week.” You stare at him, wide-eyed and unrelenting.

He thinks he must have missed some part of the conversation because he has no idea why you're looking at him like you've figured him all out.

“That’s why you’ve been so jumpy and sleep deprived ever since that episode you filmed.”

Bucky’s gaze doesn’t waver, but his mind races and his breath falters for a second. There’s no goddamn way you knew what had gone down, he’d deleted every footage that could possibly–

“You missed me.”

He stops his overthinking right in its tracks.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” You tilt your head, face full of pure sympathy. “You filmed one episode without me by your side and realised you couldn’t live without me.”

“Fucking ridiculous,” he mutters, eyes pressed closed tighty, partially in relief. 

“You want me, don’t you? You want me so bad it makes you throw u–”

“Fuck off.” Bucky turns on his heel at the speed of light.

“You have a fat, raging crush–”  

“I’m fuckin' moving out.” His voice is like rocks.

“You can move out, but you can never move on, baby,” you whisper-shout. “When’d you realise you liked me, Bucky? Night one? The first hou–”

He slams the library door behind him. 

From: Stevie Left some strawberries outside your door. They’re good. 

From: Stevie How are you doing today, by the way?

From: Bucky alive

From: Bucky and thanks 

From: Stevie Anything we have to talk about? Your wood chisels didn’t break again, did they?

From: Bucky nothing im fine

From: Stevie You sure? Time for a Cypress Hills visit?

From: Bucky no im fine 

From: Stevie You haven’t left the room in a week. Beat your old record and I'm going to start getting worried here.

Bucky stares at his phone wondering how he ended up with a mother a century after his own died, before sighing.

From: Bucky going to film a video this week. im fine

From: Bucky promise 

Because there really was no other way to convince Steve that he as leaving the cave he constructed from his comforter.

From: Steve Good to hear. I’m always across the hallway if you need anything. 

From: Bucky i know. your gramophone won’t let me forget it. 

From: Steve Dick.

From: Bucky it is too damn loud. old ass

From: Steve Got a new record. Haven’t listened to it yet.

From: Bucky ill be there in 10

That Friday, Bucky walks onto the set in his finest black hoodie and darkest sunglasses, looking less like a badass and entirely like a hungover teenager. 

Before he has a chance to even register what’s going on, he is ambushed by lights, a team touching up his face and his stupid dollar store sunglasses leave him before he has a chance to protest.  

“I told you he’d show up,” you pipe up proudly from your place at the table. “Lil' shit simply missed me too–”

“Stop,” he interrupts, finally getting around to look at the set when the foundation brushes stop assaulting his line of vision. 

For a hot second, he thinks you've taken over Steve's cooking show. 

There are candles floating around, which he assumes you're holding up. A large… cauldron, gigantic wooden mixing spoons and 50 little bowls worth of ingredients are neatly arranged on the table.

“What the hell is going on?” he questions immediately. “What is all this?”

“Mise en place, baby,” you reply, shutting a book you had on the table loudly before looking at him. “You’re on dish duty. Come on.” 

“What?” His eyebrows pull into a frown. 

You dust off your hands before reaching under the table and chucking an apron at him. “Back when I worked as a line cook, the number one rule was to clean up as you go. I like to think of it as--”

“What is going on here?” he specifies, already trying to piece together your timeline in his head with every new piece of lore.

“Welcome to my kitchen, motherfucker.” Your grin is nefarious. “We're gonna do some witchcraft.” 

After he spends fifteen minutes on the phone with Maya confirming that yes, that is indeed the episode and that the heads up he needed would have reached him if he opened the seventeen million messages on the group chat– he finally comes to stand behind the bench with you, a tick in his jaw but also with enough self-awareness to be sheepish. 

He thought his grand return to the channel would be a simple video with some ghost reading or whatever, not… this. 

He turns to you, ready to reach a compromise that ends with him not having to be there at all.

But in the fifteen minutes he had turned his attention to the call, you’ve somehow convinced them to start rolling before he gets the chance to leave, so he’s immediately hit with a--

“We’re on in three…two–”

“Where is your apron?” you demand, looking him up and down.

“I’m not wearing that shit.” It had some stupid slogan like ‘Life is about taking whisks!’ and he had already been through enough.

“Jeez, annyone would think that you're not in love with me--"

"I'm not."

"--by the way you're so ungrateful. I got that custom-made for you,” you tsk. “I could've gotten the other one. Mine could've said ‘he’s my sweet potato’ and yours could've said ‘I yam’.”

Bucky experiences a whole-body chill. 

“Whatever," you dismiss with a wave of hand before looking into the camera. "Before we get started, we recognize that for some, witchcraft is a deeply meaningful religion and spiritual practice that should be approached with respect and curiosity.”

“We’re not claiming this is the definitive guide to witchcraft, we’re simply trying out a book that’s been highly recommended for better or worse, and seeing where it leads us. Whaddya say, Bucko?

You look at him for input. Bucky stares at the dusty, hole-ridden monstrosity on the table.

“What’s it called?” Bucky asks finally after a long pause.

You tap the thick, old book. “Witchcraft for Weenies: A Totally Legit Guide to Authentic Witchcraft by A. Harkness.”

“Is that the actual name or are you just making it up?”  

“Rich coming from the only one between us who actually lied on camera--" you glare at him. "I would never fabricate my sources, I’m a champion for academic integrity.”

You pick up the book to show him, flipping it towards the camera too and sure enough, the book that was basically falling apart at the binding was called exactly that.

“Let’s-a go, baby.”

You stare at him, lips pressed together. Bucky gives no inclination towards changing his answer. 

“Fine. We’re going to do this the hard way, I see.” You exhale, reaching into the pocket of your apron. 

Bucky’s eyebrows knit together when you brandish a deck of cards, yank his arm towards you and drop it into his open palm. 

“Shuffle," you command.

Something very familiar faces him.

Bucky stares at the cards before looking back at you. “Why’s my face on it?”

“It’s a tarot deck I got from Comic Con,” you insist. “Avengers themed. Now shuffle it.”

He thinks you left that card on top on purpose, but regardless, he's already been too much of a menace to the crew to be the cause of any more disturbance.

So he slowly begins, careful and skilled, before you scoff in his face.

“Faster, grandpa," you chide. “I’ve seen the way those hands cut garlic when no one’s around, I know you move faster than that.”

Bucky rolls his eyes but complies anyway, shuffling the cards with the adeptness only a certain Jim Morita could have taught him in a dark tent to keep him awake on a night watch. 

“Faster,” you goad, face smug. “Faster. Come on now, Barnes, your age finally catching up to you?”

It’s stupid– he doesn’t even know why he’s actually complying and increasing his speed. He can’t believe that he was letting you pressure him.

“C’mon, faster, Barnes, you abso-”

His hands were moving so fast by then that they’d have to put the video in slow motion to catch all the movement.

“Faster–” and in the commotion, a few cards fly out.

“Brilliant, thanks.” You slam them down on the table, plucking the deck out of his hand before he has a chance to process why the fuck he actually went ahead with what you were trying. 

“Right, so the universe has decided that these will be your cards,” you tell him, and he finally looks down at what had fallen out of the deck. 

The cards show Sam’s Captain America shield, Carol Danvers, and Spider-Man, with words written below.

“The Star, Six of Cups, The Hanged Man,” you read out thoughtfully.  

Bucky rolls his eyes so hard he thinks they’ll fall out of his skull. 

“You know, I’m going to just make a general assumption and say you need help.” You hum to yourself. “I'm gonna make a potion to get you some.”

“Get me some?” He's too busy trying to figure out what the cards could possibly mean to see that he's walked straight into that one.  

“Get you some perspective. You need an advisor who’ll dish it to you straight. Give you the facts, no bullshit–”

"No." He had too many of those in his life and he has had enough of people being “honest” and "straightforward” and telling him his moustache was ugly every time he dared to try out a new look–

Until you reach under the table and again and suddenly, there’s a white creature buzzing around on the table in front of him.

“Behold– your new advisor,” you announce.

From the corner of his eye Bucky can see the production team scrambling to figure out where the hell this was going. He lip-reads producers’ orders to find adoption links or resources to insert during post-production, and teasers on social media, to make this look more planned. Great, so no one was prepared-- it wasn't just him.

“Whose fucking cat is this?” He looks down at it, all white except for a few brown spots all around, green eyes and evil in her aura.

“Relax, I'll give her back when we're done.”

“Give her ba–” he echoes. “Where did you get her?” 

“The alley outside,” you coo, rubbing under her chin. “I checked and she doesn’t have an owner. But look at her, she’s meant to be here.”

Bucky looks at the cat. The cat looks back at him, irises narrowing into slits. His nose twitches. 

“You can’t just bring a cat–”

“Remember to adopt, not shop,” you say to the camera before clapping your hand. “Anyway. If my potion goes according to plan, she will be giving you unsolicited life advice for eternity.” 

“You will be unemployed, then,” Bucky manages to add while watching the chaos unfold behind the camera.

“Nonsense, I’m irreplaceable.” You grin. “Besides, you can't manufacture chemistry like this even in a cauldron.” 

You send him a flying kiss. His glower was as sharp as laser beams.

“Let’s get started.” You grin at the camera. 

Bucky tries to pet the cat. She hisses at him.

Well all-fucking-right then.

One hour later, things have descended into madness of the most mundane kind.

It was precisely when you started telling him ten minutes in that a book had nothing on your instincts and raw intelligence that Bucky knew that this was going to shit. 

The cauldron was on an electric stove unlike the open fire demanded by the book because the team had enough foresight to know it would be a fire hazard.

You toss in something that looks like cardamom but he isn’t sure at this point. He just wanted to get away from the bright lights and the strange smiling liquid boiling awai.

The cat sits obediently by your side, watching curiously. He is convinced that she is evil.

Unfortunately, Bucky has had to hold her back twice when she tried to stick her paw in to attack a bubble, and at this point, he doesn’t think he has it in him to do it a third time. 

You read the recipe as if it makes any sort of fucking difference now.

“We’re almost done,” you sing. 

Bucky nurses his headache.  “Don't give me hope.” 

“Put some more reegelbeetle seeds in,” you dictate. “This is gonna work, I can feel it.”

Bucky uses his free hand to do as you say. He doesn’t even think it’s the right one, he just reaches for whatever is closer to you and you don't seem to care either.

You toss in some more seeds, stir twice and then turn off the stove. 

“Boom.” You lift the spoon up, watching the thick liquid drip back. “This is either a talking potion or a hex.” 

"Hex to do what?”

“I think it activates dormant allergies.” You squint at the book that literally had no significance besides being a prop. “You got any?”

“No.” But it makes him think of Steve’s pollen allergies. 

“Oh. Well, then there’s only one outcome here.”

“Alright, here we go.” Of the gigantic pot that you’d just stirred, you fish the tiniest amount out on the smallest spoon he’d ever seen, which you also apparently stored in the vast space that was your apron pocket.

The cat watches you hold the spoon near its face.

It takes a sniff. Then two. Finally, after deeming it non-poisonous, it sticks out its tongue the tiniest bit and takes a lick.

The whole crew is silent.

Bucky’s hand is still pressing against his temples.

“Tell us your name,” you urge, voice hopeful.

The cat looks at Bucky, and for a second, something akin to understanding flashes in its eyes. It’s uncanny and weird and something about it unsettles him deeply. 

You seem to catch it too because you look at him in surprise. He looks back at you, face pulled into a frown. 

And for a moment, he wonders. If you'd somehow done it. Because there’s no fucking way–

Then it meows.

He exhales.

Your shoulders drop as you let out an “Aw, man.”

"Great. Goodbye. Like and subcribce to the bell icon," he calls out, dusting his hands against his pants.

Someone from the production crew sneezes.

Both of you turn to him immediately. 

At the same instant, someone else all the way on the opposite end sneezes again, and the whole crew turns to look at them, before another sneezes in the front.

“We did it!” you cheer.

“We didn’t do jack,” Bucky interjects immediately as the crew errupts into a cacophony of chatter and sneezes.  

“It’s a hex that activates allergies and they’re sneezing,” you point towards them with the spoon, triumphant.

“You threw fifteen fuckin' pounds of pepper in there,”  he argues. “You've turned this room into a sandstorm of dry spices. This proves nothing.” 

“I’ve connected the dots.” Your eyes shine, ignoring him.  

“You didn’t connect shit.”

“I’ve connected them.” 

Someone in the corner sneezes. He wonders if Steve’s allergies would be activated by the trace amounts of... cursed soup that he carries with him back to the floor. 

“Well, we can’t leave them like this, Bucky.” You look around, tsking. “We gotta make a reverse hex or something.”

“You can,” he says. “It’s called opening the windows.”

“Nope,” you pop the last syllable. “We’re making another potion. C’mon.”

“First of all, this is not a potion–” he begins, but is interrupted by a buzz on his phone, the screen lit up by a text on the groupchat. 

From: Maya I don’t give a shit if it’s placebo or not. Make a damn potion before you get sued for hexing employees. 

“Fine,” he grumbles. 

“Beautiful. Grab the ash sphinx flakes,” you brandish another big cauldron from fuck knows where.

Bucky stares at you, unmoving.

“Just get the oregano,” you sigh. 

The cat tries sticking her paw in the pot again.

Bucky feels a sneeze incoming.

Whether the hex and subsequent anti-hex Maya forced you to make at gunpoint was real or not, is yet to be determined scientifically.

What actually does happen, is the damn apron you give him carries enough trace amount of your stupid experiment, that it somehow activates Steve’s very real pollen allergy. Bucky finds himself on edge for the rest of the day every time the man rattles the walls with his middle aged dad sneezing.

It carries on over to his show, which means Steve’s episode on baking a 1950s chocolate cake from tomato soup is edited extremely strangely to cut out every sneeze.

Which means Nat’s episode on spy inaccuracies in Argylle takes twice as long to film because they have to take a few seconds every time Steve’s sneezes interrupt her from the set next door.

Which means Bruce’s video on the science behind memory is delayed on shooting.

All in all, something does seemed to have been hexed, but it mostly seems to be everyone’s fucking productivity.

Finally, everyone manages to get through the day, and the videos are sent to post production.

The same night when everyone’s gathered at the dining table to commemorate the end of another shoot day, Bucky slips out, knowing that Steve would save him a slice of pizza if he never returned. 

He goes back to the library to return his copy of Understanding Wood Finishing, when his curiosity leads him back down a familiar path. 

It’s where he finds you again, in the same corner as the last time, on the floor, surrounded by shelves.

“You again.” You quirk an eyebrow when he appears from the shadows. "Aren't you supposed to be eating pizza?"

“What are you absorbing now?” he asks, voice low for once, respecting the sanctity of the library now that day had slipped into night and everything seemed a bit more solemn now.

“Nothing,” you answer.

“Then why are you here?” 

He figured you’d be out there, introducing everyone to the cat that was now set to be roaming the halls, before someone assumed it was a shapeshifting enemy and dealt with it accordingly.

“God forbid someone get some peace and quiet for once,” you mumble. “It’s too loud out there.”

Oh.

You don’t say anything else, leaning back against the bookshelf with your eyes closed.

There really isn't a need for more words. He gets it. 

The understadning leaves silence in its wake. Bucky doesn't really have anything to say.

“Did you come here just to stare at me?” you ask finally. “Did you finally admit your feelings?” 

“Jesus Christ,” he groans. “I’m not in love with you.”

“Only a matter of time.” You smile before changes to something more subdued, a bit more serious. “You wanna talk about what’s actually been bugging you for the last week?”

Bucky looks at you wearily. “The tarot cards tell you something?”

You eye him. “Not more than what’s obvious. Wanna talk about it?”

He swallows, throat suddenly feeling like it's closing in on itself. 

“No.”

“Alrighty.” 

You say nothing more than that, leaving the both of you in relative quiet, save for the buzz of the warm fluorescent light above. 

Bucky takes an awkward seat next to you on the floor.

You pry open an eye to look at him in suspicion.

“Y’mind?” he manges.

“Mind what?”

He gestures to himself uncomforably, readiy to jump up and leave at any second.

You observe him for a second, and for once he stares back with no irritation in his look, just permission.

“No, you can sit.” You close your eyes. “So long as you don’t tell anyone else 'bout this place.” 

If there’s anything Bucky’s good at, it’s keeping a secret. 

He settles back into the shelf with an exhale, letting the weight of day roll off his shoulders.

You wordlessly slide a thermos towards him. He doesn’t even have to open it to know it’s the damn soup from that afternoon.

And if he’s being honest, it doesn’t taste that bad at all. 

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[wonustars]

𝘚𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘭 ’𝘴 𝘓𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 (𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘳)

“𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴. 𝘪’𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶” - 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘦’𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘩

story inspirtation came from this poll pairing: c.sc x reader word count: estimated ~10k+ (this teaser: 983 words)

genre: friends to friends with benefits to lovers, slowburn, angst, fluff, smut (mdni)

summary: You and Seungcheol have been friends ever since you were kids. Growing up as neighbours, experiencing all the horrific adolescent moments in high school, and now going to the same University together. Even though you’ve denied it many times to your friends, part of you has always had feelings for him, not that you would ever say it out loud. He is the one person you can trust with anything and everything. So what happens when he propositions the idea of becoming friends with benefits? (the plot maybe change a little while i’m continuing to write but the overall theme will stay the same &lt;;3)

tags: bestfriend!seungcheol, nonidol!au, university!au, female!reader, mutual pining, slow burn so painful you'll feel it in your toes, they are one year apart, SLIGHT like extremely miniscule wonwoo x reader (for the angst mwahahaha), seungcheol is a jealous jealous man, they're both idiots, jeonghan is a menace as always, seungcheol has a lot of pride, so does the reader, (i'll add more once its finished lol)

warnings/smut: this will be added on in the full post.

taglist: open! send an ask, dm, or comment to be tagged for when i post the full fic.

notes: long time no post everyone.... a LOT of people voted for an s.coups story on my poll so i'm here to deliver mwahahahaha...ALSO im so proud of the banner i made like udek i love how it looks hehhehe, i spent a good hour or so on it T-T ! i really have an urge to write a longer story, so idk when i'll be finished because it may take me a while to finish so sorry in advance. I just started writing and I was playing Mikee's Letters by Just Hush during it and so i thought id incorperate the song into the story, but barely lol (its a tagalog song so sorry if the translation is a lil rough my tagalog is not the most accurate). this story is SOOOOOO self indulgnet that it should be criminal lol BUT im really excited to write this and im really excited to share it with everyone,,, but first i actually got to finish it hehe. talk to u soon, mwah <3!

As long as you could remember you and Seungcheol have been attached to the hip. Even though he was a year older than you, you couldn’t remember the last time you spent a day without him. You’ve been in each others lives ever since then, starting all the way from the young, bright age of 5, when you and your family moved into the small, humble house across his. Although your parents weren’t very well off, Cheol was. It was an odd thing that you two were neighbours because his house was much more grand, and nicer kept than yours. This didn’t really bother you growing up though, he always made you feel like an equal.  

Seungcheol has been with you through it all, the petty fights in middle school to the pains of adolescence in high school. He’s seen you at your worst, like the time you tripped and fell trying to impress a cute guy at school, which resulted in a nose bleed. You were so embarrassed but at the end of the day Cheol was there to help you clean your bloody nose and pick you back up. A true night and shining armor, which was practically his brand. He was the one to patch up your heart, breakup after breakup. Always your shoulder to lean on when you’re feeling down, and especially when you’re happy. 

A man and bestfriend like Choi Seungcheol didn’t come around very often, and you took notice of that since you were young. You cherish every moment you have and will have with him. He is a true gentleman with a heart of gold. He’s handsome, smart, rich and caring. Every single box on your list is ticked off when it comes to him. Yet, you know that no matter how hard you love him, you will only ever be his bestfriend. The girl he sees as practically his younger sister. The bittersweet feeling of being so close to him tugs your heart till its torn. It took you a long time to accept that all you’ll ever be is his bestfriend, and even now, you’re still trying to accept this fact. 

...

Seungcheol has always seen himself as your best friend. The man that will be there for you when you have no one else to turn to. He has never seen you as more than his best friend, his y/n. He is a man who never second-guesses himself, always keeping a strong-willed sense of mind. Every time one of his friends asked him if he had feelings for you, he would simply answer no; and that you were like a younger sister to him. 

That first year was lonely for him, he didn’t really know anyone and all his classes kept him away from socializing. The only thing that seemed to have stayed constant was you. You face-timed him at least once a week before he went to bed, never forgetting to remind him how much you missed him, and how much you cared for him. In the simplest words, you were his rock for that first year. 

Seungcheol was never warned about how lonely and jarring your first year could be. The change in place, people, and most importantly the change in the fact that you weren’t there experiencing it beside him. He was never one to believe clichè sayings, but he finally understood what the saying “distance makes the heart grow fonder” really felt like. He had gotten so overwhelmed from the loneliness he even began to write you letters, ones he would never actually send out, as cheesy as it sounds. But knowing that he was addressing them to you brought him some type of solace in that first year.

 A year later you came to study at the same university, and he was elated, to say the least. Finally, he had thought to himself. The one person he hadn’t been able to see, smell, or touch for a year was finally going to be in his proximity. 

Unlike Cheol, you were only able to go to this school through bursaries and scholarships, your parents simply just couldn’t afford to send you to school in a different city otherwise. It reminded you how lucky Seungcheol was to receive support from his parents, getting and going to school was nothing he had to ever think twice about. You knew you could’ve stayed with your family, and gone to school closer to your house, but with Cheol away, it just wasn’t the same. Nothing had felt the same since he left. But this didn’t matter to you the moment you felt his arms wrap around you again. 

You stood there in the airport all alone, eyes searching for a head of freshly dyed blond hair. The moment you heard his voice call your name, you knew you were finally home. 

“Y/n!” An excited, deep voice calls out for you. 

You whip your head around to see him. The man you hadn’t seen in so long, the man you were so desperately in love with. Your best friend. 

“Cheol!” A squeal escapes your lips, you run to him. He pulls you into a tight hug, wrapping his large hands around your smaller frame. Swinging you around like crazy, a laugh bubbles up from your throat. 

“I’ve missed you so much y/n.” Cheol exasperates as he hugs you tighter, leaving a kiss on the top of your head.

“I’ve missed you too Cheol…” You whisper into his chest, breathing in his expensive cologne, not caring that you are in public; staying there to embrace him for a weirdly long period of time. “Never leave for that long again.” 

[love-byers]

reminder that

a) they wrote and directed this scene knowing will was going to be in love with mike

b) will and mikes relationship was supposed to be ambiguous/potentially romantic here

c) going by mikes word, he's supposed to know he's in love with her here

before i continue i'm going to do my best to clarify that i am not talking about the characters as people. i am solely talking about the writer's perspective.

if the writers knew mike fell in love with el at first sight, why would they write this scene this way?? why did they have mike be particularly nasty with her? why did he have to slap her hand away? why did he have to mock the way she said his name while attempting to comfort him? ("'mike'?? 'mike' what??) why did he have to yell and lurch toward her and make her flinch? why did he have to make that face in the last gif, almost daring her to speak?? and why did he have to leave her there despite lucas and dustin repeatedly telling him not to???

he didn't have to do all that. it was not necessary. the story can be anything they want it to be. they could have easily found a way to convey mike's care for will without him absolutely blowing up at el like that. and even if he did get angry at her, the extent to which they had him go just was not necessary. (unless it was...)

why would they portray mike that way and put him in that position if he was supposed to be in love with her there?? it just makes no sense.

im sorry there is just no way you can spin this where its pro-mlvn. the only thing you can say is that the writers suck, which is just not true. there is just simple zero chance that they did not consider what that would mean for mikes character and his relationship with will, especially KNOWING that will was in love with mike. this is just not how you write an unrequited romance, like not even a little bit.

[stevie-petey]

LOVING where you’re going with Bug and Steve’s story so far. Looking forward to the next chapter🥰

I have a blurb idea!! What about Bug’s reaction to Dustin being sad at the Snow Ball when all the girls said no to him🥲and her reaction to Nancy dancing with him.

Ps. Sorry I meant to send this as an ask the first time my b😅

thank youuuu <3 n i so wanted to add this scene in but the chapter was already 20k words and i simply couldnt but YES i will happily elaborate on this

enjoy <3

"should i go and dance with him?" you ask nancy, nervously fidgeting with your fingers as you watch dustin, all alone with his head ducked in shame as he stands in the corner and watches his peers. since arriving, hes been rejected again and again by the girls at the dance.

nancy bites her lip, unsure herself what to do. "youre his sister, i think it might make it worse if you dance with him." she confesses with a sigh.

you both watch as dustin walks towards the bleachers in defeat, and it takes everything within you not to run after him. his shoulders are shaking, you know hes holding back tears. he had been so excited for tonight, and now he sits all alone, once again beaten down by peers who have no idea what hes done for them. dustin henderson is a hero, hes saved hawkins, and yet hes treated like a freak.

he deserves the entire world.

"thats it," you cant take it anymore. youre dustins sister, hes your baby brother, how can you be expected to stand as watch as he gets his heart broken? "im gonna go dance with him-"

"no!" nancy grabs your hand to stop you.

you pull at your wrist, annoyed and hurt that she expects you to do nothing as dustin cries. "hes my brother, screw whatever those stupid kids say-"

"i'll dance with him."

you gape at nancy, unsure if you heard her correctly. "you... what?"

"here," she hands you the punch ladle and then wipes her hands, a smile on her face as if this is a regular occurance for her. she fixes her hair, straightens out her dress, and then takes a deep breath. "i remember his crush he used to have on me. figure its time to apologize for how mean i was."

and then nancy leaves. you stare at her, still in complete shock, as she approaches your brother. they exchange words, and you cant help but laugh at how shocked dustin looks as well. nancy takes his hands and marches him confidently through the crowd of preteens and places dustins hands around her waist and they begin to dance.

a few girls sneer at nancy and dustin, which you secretly preen at. serves them right for being little monsters towards your brother. you understand that being twelve is a horrid age, but dustin doesnt deserve their bitterness.

nancy says something that makes dustin bashful and he giggles. his tears have long since dried, and you watch them with fondness. a year ago you envied nancy wheeler and resented her beauty and grace. now, shes dancing with dustin and sending you a wink as he spins her around. time is weird, but youre immensely happy that you somehow ended up here.

you look around the gym. will is with a girl with a nervous smile on his face as they dance together. nancy and dustin are giggling to themselves. max and lucas are shy as they slow dance, and without meaning to, you watch as they have their first kiss. its a short, simple peck, and lucas blushes like crazy, and your heart soars.

somehow, within the five years youve known them, the kids grew up right before your eyes.

then you see mike, and you do a double take when you see that hes with el. shes in a beautiful dress, her hair is done, and she even seems to have some makeup on. you look behind you and see hopper standing outside in the parking lot, smoking a cigarette with joyce, and the two of them share their own laugh. its been a while since you last saw joyce smile, same with the chief, and something warm fills within you. love is weird, and you couldnt be happier that the ones closest to you get to experience it.

as your eyes roam the room, they somehow find jonathans. they always find jonathan.

he points to nancy and dustin and shakes his head, laughing. he knows that your brother will hold this over his head for the next week, but hes happy the kid is having a good night. you giggle, knowing what hes thinking, and shrug your shoulders. itll be a problem for jonathan tomorrow, but tonight you both watch as the girl and young boy dance the night away. both your hearts are warm, each of you feel a deep love for the girl in this moment, and you both marvel at how lovely nancy wheeler is.

as you watch, something tugs at your chest and begs you to turn around. you do, and see steves car slowly driving away from the middle school.

your lips tingle, still feeling his cheek against them. your skin will never forget the feel of his. your promise still lingers on your tongue.

take all the time you need.

time is weird.

so is love.

and youre all the luckier for it.

[jqmalikhsgib]

astrology

twelve 

the shock lasted for about two minutes before aaron smiles and allows them into his home. he could tell you weren’t exactly thrilled with them being here. if he’s honest, he wasn’t either.

the stories you’ve told him about past birthdays is the main reason he wanted to throw this surprise party. he wanted you to have good memories from now on. birthdays are suppose to be a celebration of the accomplishments and achievements of life.

you deserved to be celebrated with all your loved ones. he knew your parents crashing the party would result in some form of drama. he just hoped it wouldn’t be as bad.

“how,” you cleared your throat. “how did you find me?”

“got chris to track you down at the station. after you ended our call a few weeks ago i was terrified someone was hurting you. your sister was the one who stopped me from immediately catching a flight here.”

your sister playfully rolls her eyes. “had to, dad! you’re always over reacting. hi, baby sister. happy birthday!” your sister walks over and hugs you tightly.

“thank you.”

“happy birthday, sis.” your brother greets you next.

“so, who’s house is this? it’s nice!” your mom looks around.

“um, it’s my bosses house, aaron.”

aaron hasn’t left your side since allowing your family in. you were very grateful for that.

“hi, im aaron hotchner.”

your father shakes his hand. “darell.”

“im his wife, amber and this is my son, mike and daughter, rose.”

aaron smiles at each of your family members. he offers to take gifts to set them down on the table. a few minutes go by and your parents introduce themselves to your group of friends. so far things were going well.

spencer walks over to you. he wraps his arms around you gently. “you okay?”

you nod. he knew you were lying. not because he was a profiler, but because he’s known you his whole life. he could tell when you’re overwhelmed. “hey, it’ll all be alright, okay? i know this isn’t what was planned, your parents being here, but im not gonna let them ruin another birthday. you deserve to be celebrated!”

“thanks, spence.”

“enjoy yourself, alright?” spencer hands you a drink. you happily take it and go back to enjoying your guest. you weren’t gonna let your family being here ruin your night.

you chat with emily, jj, and penny about the next girls night out, you listen to spencer fun facts, you watch derek occasionally flirt with penny, and even learn a few cooking tips from rossi. things were going great.

within an hour you forget your family was even there until your sister makes an appearance. she gently grabs your hand and walk away from the crowd.

“so, aaron?” she smirks.

“what about him?”

your sister simply rolls his eyes. “he’s cute! and don’t get me started on how he’s exactly your type. tall, older, handsome, head full of hair.”

you blushed.

“he is handsome.” you simply shrug.

“come on! you’re not gonna tell me what’s going on between you two?”

“what makes you think,” she gives you another look before you sigh. “fine! yes, we’re seeing each other.”

your sister squeals. you playfully roll your eyes. “is that the guy dad heard on the phone?”

“yeah.”

“is it serious or just fun?”

you looked over at aaron. he was currently drinking a glass of whiskey while chatting with dave. when be turned to look over at you he smiled. you give him the biggest grin ever as he silently asked if you’re okay.

“i—” before you could get a word in your mother begins tapping her glass with a fork. you walk over, everyone now paying attention to your parents.

“sorry to interrupt everyone’s fun. my husband and i have a huge surprise for our daughter!”

“we wanted to start off by saying we miss her home every single day. we know she’s out exploring and trying to figure out who she is and where she wants to be,”

“we admire her for deciding to take a different route than her parents. though we would have loved for our daughter to go to school, we understood why she decided to pursue her dreams,”

“which is why her mom and i are happy to announce we bought her a space back home to continue with her art work and her journey!”

your parents usher you to come over. you walk towards them and see an apartment back in nevada.

“we do have some conditions though,” your father starts.

“if you want to continue this as a side business your father and i are okay with that. we want you to continue to draw, paint, whatever it is you love to do, but you have to find a career, darling. something a little bit more stable!”

you simply shake your head in disbelief. “i—i don’t want this.”

“come on baby! this is the best option. you can move back home, continue your art work, and go to school for something more meaningful.”

“we’re trying to compromise here, baby. i want you to come back home, your mother wants you to go to school, and you want to continue your art pieces.”

“what i want is for you to support me and believe in me. have you thought about doing that for a change?!”

“yn, there is nothing wrong with what you want! we thought about it every single day. it’s why we allowed you to travel this entire time. now that you’re almost thirty, it’s time to get serious, baby. find a stable job, build a home, get married, start a family. truth is you can’t do that if you continue this—this lifestyle you set for yourself.” your mother shakes her head.

“i have a stable job and i have build a home. i just don’t have the life you want me to have,” you shake your head before continuing. “i have a family here! this is my family. they support me and love me for who i am, unconditionally.”

“don’t be ridiculous, yn! sure, they’re your friends, it’s great to have them around for support! but they’re not your family. im your mother and i know what’s best for you. you’re coming home, yn! stop being ungrateful.”

you shake your head once more before running upstairs. spencer shakes his head at your parents before following you.

“hey, come on, yn!” spencer wraps his arms around you. you started crying on his chest. you didn’t understand why your parents couldn’t just allow you to live your own life. you knew your mom didn’t like the path you took, but your father basically agreeing with your mom, that hurt more than anything. it felt like a kick to the chest. your father was the voice of reason compared. sure, he wished you went to school, but he accepted this was your dream. to explore the world and make art. now you felt like him being in your corner was all a lie.

“you know they’re wrong, right? and ill go down there right now and tell them. you deserve nothing but love and appreciation. you have so many people who support you and want nothing but the best for you, yn. you gotta know that.”

“he’s, right.” you both turned. aaron stood with a sad smile. you pull away from spencer gently before wrapping your arms around aaron. he kisses the top of your head and motions for spence to head back downstairs.

“are they still down there?”

“yeah. they’re getting an ear full from dave though.”

you laugh. “dave to the rescue, huh?”

aaron hums. he gently pulls away from your embrace before kissing you. “you know jack and i love you, right?”

“yeah, i know.”

“this was suppose to be a good memory, honey. im sorry your parents ruined it for you again.”

“for what it’s worth, it was a great birthday before everything. best one yet!”

“i promise the next one will top this. no parents who ruin things allowed.”

“yeah?”

“mhm! me, you, and jack could do something together, yeah? just the three of us. whatever you want.”

“i like that.”

“me too.” aaron pulls away softly. he gently caresses your face as he kissed you passionately. when you pull apart you decided it was time to face the music. you grabbed aaron’s hand. he gives you a look. silently asking asking if you’re sure. you simply nod your head.

once you’re downstairs your parents were patiently waiting for you on the couch. you walk over to them. you close your eyes and take a deep breath.

“yn?” your dad looks down at your hands intertwined with aaron.

“aaron and i are together.”

“together?”

“we’re dating.”

“baby,”

“before you say anything else, i love him. he’s been the best relationship ive had in a long time.”

“he’s twice your age, baby. you’re making a mistake.” your father shakes his head.

“im not, dad! he’s amazing, kind, he respects me, treats me like his equal, ask me about my day, buys me flowers on almost every date, he is the best dad. i love him and nothing you do or say will change that. im not leaving him or jack. i love it here! it’s filled with people who supports my dreams and aspirations. i won’t apologize for that and i will never change to be your picture perfect daughter. you drew up this image of me growing up, im not that! im more than enough and if you cannot accept me or my family, you should leave.” you finished. you looked up to see spencer giving you a thumbs up for finally standing up for yourself. you felt pride.

your parents stood there quietly for a moment. you were afraid this will be the last conversation you had with them. you didn’t want to lose your mom or dad, but you weren’t gonna let them dictate your life any longer.

as your father goes to speak your mother grabs her husbands hand and shakes her head. “when you realize you’ve made a huge mistake, you can always come home. until then, your father and i will respect your wishes.” with that she leaves. your father walks beside her. he turns and looks at you sadly. your siblings shake their heads. they apologize, say they’d talk to them, and walks out the door.

spencer walks over to you and hugs you tightly. “im sorry, yn.”

you had nothing to say. you were heartbroken.

 

[sk1bidi-n1k0-e4ts-people]

so I was thinking like Christmas eve traditions with the schmidt family? And reader as the middle child, age...14 please

She/her. After the movie. Thank you 😊

Schmidt Christmas Headcannons // schmidt!reader

**not a ship**

Summary: christmas with the schmidts

Warnings: like 1 curse word, but I think that's it

Age: 14

A/N: this is my first time trying headcannons so sorry if this sucks

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>Christmas was always a great time of year

>especially in the schmidt family

>Mike would ALWAYS have something planned

>whether it was just sitting in a park

>or going to an amusement park (abby finally ate her dinner)

>he would always take you and Abby to see Santa at the mall

>and get ice cream ofc

>abby tried the "rainbow explosion" flavor

>which she indeed went crazy for 🤭

>you also opened one present on the night before christmas

>it was usually a small gift to sooth your excitement somehow like a necklace or pajamas to wear for the morning

>but it put the biggest smiles on your faces seeing them open the small boxes

>these little traditions was what made Christmas your favorite holiday

>you also watched "polar express" on Christmas eve while drinking hot cocoa before bed

Because my family does and cause I said so lol

>you all worked together on making the biggest snowman in the neighborhood on the front lawn

>this tradition ALWAYS caused arguments

"No your not doing it right"

"Abby no you cant use your bed sheet as a scarf"

"Abby, y/n get the biggest rocks and sticks you can find"

"Y/n i said a big stick not i fcking tree branch"

"This might even be bigger then last year! And the year before that! And the year before that! And the year before that!"

"Do you think its legal to use the neighbors oak tree as the left arm?"

"Im coollddd!"

"I cant feel my legs!"

"Have you ever wanted to stab someone with an icicle?"

*y/n chasing after abby with an icicle*

>and so on....

>you and Abby would always use Mike as your portable heater

>image after the whole snowman situation going inside to watch home alone and snuggle up against Mike to warm up

>he'd have his arms around both of you

>your heads resting on his shoulder or chest

>and obviously getting Vanessa a gift

>Mike getting her a hootie that he had soaked in his cologne for it to smell like him

I ship them so hard bro

>on the morning of Christmas abby and you would wake up as early as possible

>like 5 am kinda early

>you would both jump on him to wake him up

>but before you and Abby even looked at the presents, or the tree, or the half eaten cookies, you'd both immediately search for the elf on the shelf

>that abby and you named gingerbread

>watching you and Abby rip open your presents was literally Mike's favorite part

>seeing the joy on your faces

>you, abby, Mike, and Vanessa, would definitely have an ugly sweater competition

>you and Abby most definitely acted like spies when it came to Mike's presents

>at the end of the day before bed, you'd both lock each other in the bathroom so Mike couldn't hear your secret meeting

>he heard all of it

>it was either the fact that neither of you had a "whispering voice" or because he was sitting at the door with his ear pressed against it like a little kid

>but christmas was always a great time for all of you

>at dinner, you would all hold hands and say grace, including Vanessa

>this reminded Mike of his life before Garrett was taken

>which always ended up in him holding back tears and you and Abby secretly comforting him under the table or squeezing his hand or something

>he didn't wanna cry in front of his girl

>you'd all have a little town-drife-thru-to-find-christmas-lights-on-peoples-houses session

>once you were all home you'd cuddle and watching one last Christmas movie before bed

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A/N: AAAAHHH THIS IS MY FIRST TIME DOING HEADCANNONS AND I LOVE ITTTTTTTTT!

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[ghostlycleric]

ok, so, i just watched the clip of the pineapple pizza scene at a very reasonable not 3 am time and i have some thoughts.

first off mike starts off sounding like he did in his apology to will. he’s light hearted at first and then goes on to try to fix things with a “about the last few days…” type wording again. this time, though, in the following sentences hes stuttering a lot. with will he was mostly smooth, despite his “i dont knows” and such sprinkled in (which are also in his talk with el, and seem to be in character). mike gets like this when he tries to talk about feelings to el, he loses his confidence that he usually has with others. and because of the interuption the viewer doesnt know if he was going to say “i love you” or “im sorry”… most viewers will assume the former

even after wills van monolouge with all these beautiful loving feelings supposedly belonging to el, even after el outright tells him exactly what he needs to say, and even after having so long to mull his feelings over mike is still unsure. this speaks volumes. (this can just be attributed to being embarrassed about expressing love, which i cant really push out of the picture, but it just doesn’t seem right when you compare this talk with his talk with will “its hawkins, its not the same without you” “i feel like i lost you or something” etcetc)

and this isnt even the biggest part of it!!

LOOK AT ELS REACTION TO “i just wanted to say that—” [obvious build up to some sort of confession]

is this a look you’d give your boyfriend of however many years when you thought he was finally going to say he loved you????? the camera specifically zooms in on this expression as the music swells!!

she doesnt smile throughout the entire sequence, she looks sad?? i dont even know what to say, this is just an insane expression for a supposedly endgame couple. he seemed like he was going to confess, or at least say sorry and els reaction doesnt match that. (remind you of a certain scene at the end of season 3??? mikes reaction to her first i love you…)

and just to put the nail in the ships coffin, argyle interupts saying “surfs up ROMEO”. could the writers be any clearer??? completely setting aside the whole star-crossed lovers are actually doomed and its not romantic thing— the writers explicitly made fun of love at first sight both on their twitter and IN THE SHOW (argyle and eden) (mike is disgusted by them too!!) and then they put several MORE nails in their coffin by making mike claim that he loved her when they first met in his monolouge!!!

and even after this situation, where mike couldve been rebuilding courage or preparing himself atleast a little bit…

HE STILL NEEDS ENCOURAGEMENT FROM WILL TO SAY IT (“your the heart!”) IN HIS MONOLOGUE

i havent been so sure of the “el was going to breakup with him” theory but right now it seems so clear, ill look back on it later and see if i still see the same thing.

[valscodblog]

"Trick Or Treat!" Simon Riley x Oc

SO IT'S SPOOKY SEASON Y'ALL AND I LOVE ME SOME SPOOKY SEASON FUN SO HERE'S A HALLOWEEN FIC FOR Y'ALL!!

I SUMMON: @needa-sum-luvn @thebunnednun @skauni @staytrueblue (dk if you even want a tag on my fics that dont have price but oh well) @seconds-on-the-clock @writing-with-moss

Warnings: Maybe possibly ooc simon?..I just write him happier that he has a family-okay?!nothing else ,It's just some good ol' fluff bc they have kids here. SUCKY ASS ENDING BC I GOT TIRED AND I HAVN'T SLEPT IN LIKE-TWO DAYS OKAY??? IM SORRYYYYYY :(

"Mom! Get ready! We're all all ready!" James shouted, running into his mother's bedroom. Ruby and Simon were putting on each other's pumpkin heads and Ruby laughed. "We are getting ready, James. Calm down. Trick or treating starts in thirty minuets. We have time, Amor." Simon just chuckled and grabbed his pumpkin head. He put it on himself and smiled when it was on. "Damn...when was the last time i hid my face around the house, Lovie?" directing the question to Ruby, who sighed and shook her head. "Years...and this better be the last time!" "Yes ma'am."

Ruby nodded and said, "Jeez...how do you see out of these?" as she looked around in her pumpkin head. "I dunno, Ma," James said, shrugging. The ten year old then ran out of the room to see if his sisters were ready or not. "HEY! SISSIES! YOU READY-?"

"GET OU', JAMES!" "MUMMY! JAMES DIDN'T KNOCK!"

Oh dear lord....Ruby walked out of her room and sighed. "James..." "I said sorry, mom!" "Okay. Girls, he's said sorry. And are you two ready?" Both the girls nodded. "I'm mike!" "And I'm Sully!"

Simon poked his head into the rooms and his daughters screamed. "MOM-BEHIND YOU!" Ruby laughed and said, "It's your dad, kids. Calm down." Sapphire blinked and then asked, "Is it, Mum?" Ghost took of his mask and said, "Aye, Saphhie. Jus' me." Saphhire giggled and said, "Dad, mum said you were gonna be a ghost!" Simon huffed, "No-I'm the pumpkin king. Mum's the queen of the patch." Ruby rolled her eyes. "Oh, you kiss ass." "You love it." "Mhh, debatable." "How? I gave you three kids-four if you count me knowin' Jay since 'e was a lil' bloke." Ruby sighed softly and said, "Yeah..okay. You win, Mi Amor." and she went over and rubbed his left arm gently. Simon put his pumpkin head back on and said, "Now, if ya lot are ready, lessgo get sum candy, yeah?" and just then Jason waddled in and shouted, "Sugar!" with his hands up. He was in a matching air force costume with his older brother.

James ran over to him and said, "Hats on backwards, dude. Lemme help you, ha ha!" and he grabbed his brother's hat and put it on the right way. Jason laughed and said, "Mate, your fifteen. You should not be this excited over Halloween." James quirked a brow up. "Oh, no? Well too bad, little man. Unlike some of us I want to enjoy my youth." "Oh SHUT IT! Just because i wore ONE pair of air forces!" Daisy shouted, storming out of the room. James laughed and said, "That, Lad, is how you take the piss." Jason laughed too-before Ruby hit them both round the head. "GO! say your sorry, Ninos!"

James ran downstairs shouting out the words, "I'm sorry, Day! Please come out and gimme a hug so ma don't kill me!" Daisy shouted back, "DONT BRING MUM OVER HERE-" James found his sister eating the cupcakes that were meant for her and Sapphire's birthday party. "...If you let me have some of the frosting i won't say anything at all." "Oh, piss off!" "MMMHHH-" "Okay! Okay! Here!" Daisy shoved a cupcake towards him and he took it. "Thanks, sis." "Whatever, James." "Ey-no. That's a big no-no. I'm not James to you, Kid. I'm 'Jamie'." Daisy groaned. "Why are you like this?" "Cuase. I can be. Hey, don't get so worked up, yeah?" "...You sound like Tio Rudy." "Muy bueno. I admire Tio Rudy y Alejandro." "...Yo tambien." "So you do know Spanish?"

Daisy and James froze. Uh oh..."Heyyy, Mum! What brings you here, aye?" "Daisy. Kate. Riley." James paled along with his sister. "It was me, Mom. I told her she could have a few before we left." Ruby looked her son over and said, "Your a bad liar, Son. Never make it in the force like that." James sighed and said, "I don't wanna go into the Air Force, Ma! I wanna go into the SEALs." Ruby shook her head. "Diffrant names, same concept...You kow, I dont-" "Ma. Not now. You were about to give James the beating of his life."

Ruby turned around and saw Sapphire there, holding her dad's hand. He shrugged. "I dunno wot's goin' on but I wanna see," Simon said. Ruby slowly turned around and then she laughed. "Simon, baby...why the fuck-" Simon shut her up by throwing a bag full of fake cobwebs at her. "RUN KIDS-"

and cue the kids running out the back door and into the backyard. "QUICK-THE WOODS!" Jason shouted, running up and tree. James copied and helped the girls up into the thick oak tree's branches. Ruby ran out after her husband and he threw off his pumpkin head but tripped over his untied shoelace. "Fu-" "Gotcha!" Ruby shouted, trapping her husband under him. He took off her pumpkin head and kissed her. "Sorry?" Ruby gave him a once over and then broke out a smile. "...Fine. Your lucky I love you, Amor." "Very lucky otherwise I'd be six feet unda right about now, aye?" "Yeah."

and James gagged. "BLEUGH! Gross, you two! Hey-UNCLE ALEJANDRO!" James shouted, jumping down from his branch. He landed on his butt but recovered quickly and ran over to his uncle. Alejandro was dressed up as Dracula and his husband, Rudy was Frankenstein. "Hols, Tio!" "Eyy, Mi hombre! Que paso?" "Ehh, same old, same old." Ruby walked over and smiled. "Hola, Tio. Thanks for making it down for the girls' birthdays." "Ahh, no problem, Mi Corazon! I love my girls, just as much as they boys, don't worry, Jaunito." James groaned. "Tiooo, it's James, not Juanito!" "Your middle name is Juan, no?" "...damn it, Ma!" "Ale, Mi amor, dont provoke him."

So he talks. "Hello, Rudy," James said, not even looking at him. Rudy sighed. "I tell him one war story and he's salty three years later," Rudy mumbled. James turned and looked at Rudy dead in the eyes. "You betrayed Mi Mama...you think I'm going to forgive that, Pen-" "James Juan Alejandro Riley!" And James shut up. But he still glared at Rudy and Rudy looked at Ruby and asked, "You did for give me, right?" Ruby smiled and said, "Yes I did. There, you heard it James, and that was when I was known as Delta twelve. Long before I was Jewel."

James said, "But Ma, dad says-" "And your father wasn't even thought of, nor heard of, at this time James, so it doesn't matter. Besides! It taught my ass a lesson." James huffed and said, "Fine." Simon walked over and loomed over his son. James felt a shiver go down his spine and his heart picked up pace. "I-I uhm, I mean, yeah okay! It's forgiven!" Rudy looked at Simon and asked, "...Que paso con su esposo, Rubia?" Ruby's eye twitched. "Just because he's called Ghost don't mean you get to-" "Ey. answer me." "...Nada."

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"Trick or treat!" Jason held up his candy bag and Anna filled it, "Your brother's s'cute, Jay!" Anna said as she gave James a small kiss on the cheek-which he wiped off. "An!" James groaned through his teeth. She laughed and said, "Sorry. I'm French! It's custom!" James sighed and said, "It's fine just-my uncles are right there!" "Aww, Okay! Here, take an extra twix." James starred as she put in a party sized twix bar into his candy bag. "...How many kids?" Anna blinked, "Huh?" James grabbed her shoulders and grinned. "I swear im gonna marry you so long as you provide me with chocolate. So how many babies?" Anna blushed and said, "James!" He laughed and kissed her cheek.

"See ya 'round, Love!" Anna huffed, "this is why England and France went to war..." James just waved her goodbye and sped off to the next house. Jason's feet were getting tired and he was wondering where his mom and dad had gone off to. "Jay. Where's mum and pa?" James shrugged as they walked. "I think in the house, why?" "Cos..." "You miss 'em? Wanna find the girls and Rudy and go back?" "Yeah-I'm tired." James nodded. "Oye, Tio Ale! We're done here, bags are full and everything." Alejandro nodded. "To the jeep!"

Jason must've lied when he said he was tired because that boy took off towards the car. "Wha-Hey! You said you were tired, the hell, kid!?" James shouted as he ran after him, his long legs catching up to his brother easily. Jason giggled and touched the car first. "I win!" "No fair, you didn't call the race, boy!" "You didn't call it last time, so-" and Jason stuck out his tongue. James rolled his eyes. "Fine. You get front seat." Alejandro shook his head. "You kids are somthin' else...kinda like your mom and her siblings."

"...Mom has siblings?" Alejandro gulped. "Used to...one sister. and one step brother." "What happened?" "brother died and sister moved away and cut off coms-err connections with us." James sighed. "I miss auntie Reina." "I miss her too." and the Jeep started. They all drove in silence until they reached the house. The girls were on the porch, eating and talking with their friends. They waved to the boys walking up to them. "Party's starting now that your here, guys!"

Alejandro nodded and walked inside to allow the kids to talk. However, James didn't want to talk. After hearing about his aunt again, he felt...odd. Ah, it was his sisters birthdays! This was a worry for another day. He forced a smile onto his face and said, "Race you lot into the house!" and started running. His little sisters caught up fairly quickly, "Where to?" Daisy panted out, just like her father would've. "Kitchen counter-" and off she sped.

Daisy slapped the counted and then stood straight up. "Dang-I'm fast!" she shouted, throwing her arms up happily.

Ruby took a look at her kids and sighed softly, wearing her pumpkin head. "...I dont know what im going to do with you kids." Simon laughed silently and whispered, "Love them until we die?" Ruby shook her head, "Love them even after we die."

[cupioriot]

any octavian/octkahale song recs? i've been listening to 'we will commit wolf murder' (of montreal) a lot recently and i feel like it kind of fits octkahale but honestly it might just be my brain projecting them onto it.

oh my gods yes hi hello i have been working on a playlist for octkahale for a bit and ive had an octavian playlist for a while that i have not shared thank you sooo much for this ask. i am SO SORRY it took me this long to answer this i kept forgetting about it

ALSO YES OH MY GODS THAT FITS SO WELL HELLO IM SCREAMING?? anon ily and this song

but yeah this post isnt much analysis sort of just observations and me connecting themes from songs to octavian (and mike)

warning. pretty long post under cut

as for the songs i associate with octkahale;

I will never shut up about them and Vampire Empire by Big Theif. I think about them everytime i listen to it, honestly. So, this, as I see it, if from Mike's perspective, talking about Octavian, more specifically Blood of Olympus era.

"[...] I'm not quiet, you've been quiet just recieving what you said Reeling, feeding, feeling filled by everything you fed I see you as you see yourself in all the books you read Overwhelmed with guilt and realizing the disease."

"You give me chills, I've had it with the drills I am nothing, you are nothing, we are nothing with the pills I am empty till she fills, alive until she kills[..]"

"I wanted to be your woman, I wanted to be your man I wanted to be the one that you could understand"

"Well I walked into your dagger for the last time in a row * It's like trying to start a fire with matches in the snow Where you can't seem to hold me, cant seem to let me go So I can't find surrender, cant keep control"

(*the end of this lyric was removed in the now released version of the song, making the actual lyric "well I walked into your dagger for the last time" however I though the demo version fit better for them here)

alsoooo. P.U.N.K Girl by Heavenly. This to me sounds like Mike trying to defend Octavian in some way. Much more domestic than the other one lmao

"People say she's bad But they don't see The way she is with me"

"P is for the painful way she makes me feel some days U is for utopia, the other times with her N is for the new wave dreams she had back in her teens K is for the kid in her [...]"

"She is honest in kind but in a way that people see As telling lies and being mean She has thousands of dreams but what they are I'll never know I hope I figure in them though"

"I don't care if they don't see Just how great that girl can be But I wish she'd find a way To act well for just one day I don't mind if they can't see Just how much she means to me[...]"

"She is hardened to hurt her softness hidden from the world But almost ready to unfurl She tries so hard to change but something always happens to Persuade her, it's too hard to do"

I put like. almost the whole song their. It just works very well imo :')

Allies or Enemies by The Crane Wives. This to me also reminds me of Blood of Olympus. augh. Mainly just Octavian and Michaels tenseness. This one I'd say is from Octavian's perspective. I have been meaning to do a oneshot about this for so long and I prolly will once I figure out how to do Octavian's narrative voice (i have been working at it too long. anyways)

"The words I speak Are wildfires and weed They spread like some awful damn disease And I swear, I didn't mean what I said I swear, I didn't mean it."

"Now listen close You owe me ears for dropping eaves Forget it all, you caught me in a moment weak Sometimes I just can't help myself[..]"

"Remember when I could tell you not to smile when you were mad? And you would always crack And we'd both be laughing in the end Now you're not so quick to forget"*

(*this verse specifically I think fits in Mike's perspective. only this one specifically tho)

"Are we allies or enemies? This will be the death of me This will be the death of me All is fair in love and war, but I can't fight with you anymore This will be the death of me"

"What happens now? Do we have another go? Do we bow out and take our separate roads? I'll admit I've had my doubts But I want to be let in, not out[..]"

Nothing's New by Rio Romeo. Ohhh my gods yeah. I like angst with them very often sorry guys. Octavian's perspective, rocky times w them. Not much more to elaborate on methinks.

"I want to be touched, be loved I wanna heal, be hugged It's just the two of us Or that's what we swore And if I lost my charm Apologies due, no harm Cause you got ahold of my heart And I know it's worn"

"I want to be close to you But I don't know what to do 'Cause if we are near to through It may make it worse And if I start to grieve 'Cause it feels like you're 'bout to leave Forgive me, I'm not naive I've been here before"

Tongues & Teeth by The Crane Wives. Oh my gods. No thoughts just Octavian warning Mike that he's flawed and despite the fact that Mike is fine with that and wants to help him, he [Octavian] just knows it wont end well.

"I've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel It's all I can give to you, my dear"

"And I know you mean so well But I am not a vessel for your good intent"

"Desperation will erase the fact I'm keeping all Of the answers in my cigarette box Yeah the answer's in the second before the other shoe drops[...]"

Octavian specifically!(a lot of these r like him and his relationships with other charavters);

Brutus - The Buttress. OCTAVIAN TALKING ABOUT JASON AND ABOUT THE GIANT WAR/HIS DEATH HELLO YOU ALL SEE MY VISION YES. I almost cited the entire thng but. just listen to it the ENTIRE THING WORKS!! i have literally no intelligent way to explain said thoughts i just. take these mid observations

"Or am I just wishing I could be like you? That the people would see me too as a poet, And not just the muse. Oh, it's not true, I don't wish harm upon you From birth we've been like brothers from different mothers Within the spirit of the same womb May the Gods strike me down if I forsake you, Frater meus, you're beautifully made And to you I'm forever grateful[...]"

"I know the love you showed me came from a pure and noble heart I love you, and if you want, I'll call you king But why do I lie awake each night thinking 'instead of you, it should be me?' "

^^ugh on the topic of how he feels about jason's status. i think he would feel a weird sort of jealousy, and a lot of that would be distressing because he likes jason. its not jasons fault that he has the acomplishments octavian wants. but he's human and that comes with loathing.

"Something wicked this way comes And as I set to face it, I'm unsure Should I embrace it, should I run? What motivates me? Hatred? Is it love? What's more wrong; that I too wish to be great Or my mother wished she'd had a son? And even if I can't be the one Maybe I could at least help make way for him Until the day that he comes Maybe my name could also be known That I helped return good to the people And restored greatness to Rome."

^^all just about the giant war. oh my gods this boys desire to save his city. ALSO THE 'wished she'd had a son' LINE. cheering and clapping as a trans octavian truther (literally either way. it works either way transfem and transmasc octavian truthers unite)

"So with a heavy heart I'll guide this dagger into the heart of my enemy My whole life, you were a teacher and friend to me Please know my actions are not motivated only by envy I, too, have a destiny This death will be art The people will speak of this day from near and afar This event will be history, and I'll be great too I don't want what you have, I want to be you"

'goodbye, traitor Jason Grace!' ahh lyrics. oh hell he makes me ill.

"I always knew I could be the one Though I feel the endless pain of being And I am scorched by the Sun Of humble origins and born of the cursed sex My name is Brutus, but the people will call me Rex"

mmmm. something something prophet of apollo. something something transgender my brain is radio static.

now. heres a few where i really dont know how to draw any specific connections between him and the lyrics just. sort of themes which i apply to octavian. all of the songs are good listens though imo (especially wannabe which is SO UNDERATED AND SO GOOD)

Wannabe, Pt. 2 - North Bloom

Saint Bernard - Lincoln

Flight of The Crows - Jhariah

CHOKE - IDKHBTFM

A Mask of My Own Face - Lemon Demon

I Am Not a Robot - MARINA

Teen Idle - MARINA

Under My Skin - Jukebox The Ghost

Migraine - Twenty One Pilots

THANKYOU SO MUXH FOR THIS ASK I LOVED MAKING THIS POST

[thesamoanqueen]

I was really worried about what they were going to do with Jey after Summerslam if he lost. Like he's put his blood sweat and tears into the story for 3 years. He's the one who has carried it when Roman isn't there, which is more frequent since he went part-time. This is the biggest story that draws, so that's a lot of trust, especially when their negotiating TV deals and closing on their buy-out. But after Summerslam, I'm kind of naively optimistic? Like it's clear, Jey/Jonny is going to be the A story, especially with Roman taking time off. They are once again trusting them, and they've proven they can deliver. Also, after last night, I'm seeing hints of the adversity baby face beats but not shoehorned and dumb like Cody's but interwoven to the point you HURT for Jey. People are furious, Jimmy is going to get Dominik heat but unlike Dominick (and I love Dominik) Jimmy can handle a crowd and can be ruthless on the Mike, he's goingb to be so much fun. These guys are going to break our hearts. My point is, I thought about how Raw has tons of super over baby faces and Smackdown doesn't. They have faces but only a few guys over and none with the kind of writing Cody and Seth are getting. Most of the development was really going into heals, and LA Knight, I'm not sure where his story is going. So I wondered, are they really going to build Jey to be a top babyface? Is he getting a singles run?What do you think? You always have great opinions ❤️

Aw An thank you❤️ too kind, my mind is not so good but I appreciate your words~

Anyway, Raw and SD are two different brands, they have different creative groups and two different fan markets, that's why the Bloodline has always been on SD and in the last draft (even if they don't respect the rules of ten years ago) were made choices. SD has few babyfaces and surely the only big babyface at the moment is Jey in terms of storylines.

People say after Summerslam that a feud between Jimmy and Jey doesn't make sense, but it's really the only step they could take for him without giving him the title and treating him well. Im sure that the end of this new feud will bring them back together, so its a braket for the Usos, but a great opportunity to show that both can have a run as singles and successfully as that Fightful source said. They're both outstanding and will do their job wonderfully, so I'm definitely optimistic about what's going to happen for them.

I'm sorry it's obvious, because I would have really liked to see Jey win and because they are inseparable, but it's not a split for me, but a break. One that they want first and that also makes sense in the Bloodline story. It will give visibility to Jey who we discovered is an excellent babyface and a new version to Jimmy who has always been seen as the good funny guy of the group and now have to get involved with something that usually doesn't belong to him. It will fill the void left by Roman during his hiatus, give continuity and maybe fill a couple of plot holes. I don't really understand why people are angry and worried, for me it was a brilliant and natural evolution of events. It's new, has two great protagonists and continues what is the best this company has. A big fat yes for me.

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okay let me explain to you why I automatically view Mike Wheeler as The Soldier and Will Byers as The Poet.I did a quick research of the meaning of the song and each term, and

- The Soldier is described as “A person who sees everything as a fight. They feel destined for violence, driven by anger, and they walk into this world of conflict, partially by their own choice” and honestly? that sounds like Mike Wheeler core to me, he’s always quick to anger when he’s on the defensive and when he wants to protect the people he loves,but his choices are also driven by internal conflicts (especially if we consider the queer coding around his weird behaviours), maybe he’s not a physical fighter but his personality definitely matches with the dynamic of The Soldier.

- now Will Byers, honestly? im still undecided if he’s a Poet or a Ruler, I think the figure of The Poet matches his personality better but his storyline screams Ruler, anyway The Poet is described as someone who “Is a more peaceful creature who sees the beauty and poetry of the world and uses the power of words and their sensitivity as a strength that others may underestimate. However, the quiet power of this character can change the world as much as an act of war”, as we know Will and all the things he went through, we also know how much he feels (and hates being) “babied” by others and so also underestimated especially in the last few years of his life, and we’re also very aware of how much fundamental he is to the plot of the series and how much he will be important for season five, when everything will come to an end, “the show started with Will and will end with Will”,right?

I tried as much as I could to not mix the Canon with the Fanon because I feel like a lot of people do that, see the characters for what they are and not only for what you think/want them to be! as much as I love headcanons i prefer to follow the canon points for this kind of thing. I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes but english is not my first language:)

Bonus: I saw someone say “soldier and poet work best together romanticaly bc the poet will forever yearn to be king and the soldier won’t be able to view the king as equal” and I think that’s beautiful (only exception goes to lumax because Max is a soldier and Lucas is a king yk im right)

[chr0llossexygf]

DADDY WOULDN’T APPROVE

PAIRING eddie munson x fem reader

SUMMARY your dad wouldnt approve of eddie you already knew that. but that wasn’t gonna stop you from being in a relationship with him. everybody around you two thought you were a annoyingly cute couple, except for a certain jealous someone. billy hargrove. when your dad invites billy and max over for dinner things take a turn and you can’t hide your love for eddie anymore.

WARNING asshole billy being jealous , parents arguing, cuss words. slight angst

“ my dad is gonna kill me if he finds out.” you mumble smiling, holding his hands. “ then i’ll die a happy man.” eddie says tightening his grip on your hand, “ eddie come on it’s not funny he’ll actually kill you. like- like seriously he would probably drag you by the hair and just start punching you.” you say scooting closer to him. “ no not my beautiful hair that his daughter loves to play with.” eddie says suddenly stopping letting go of your hair, you take a step back chuckling. eddie runs a hand through his hair, “ but my beautiful hair!” he expresses putting a hand over his chest dramatically. “ what ever will y/n do without my hair!” he says sliding down a locker, “ eddie!” you exclaim putting a hand over your mouth trying to control your laughter. “ whatever will i do without my hair..” he brags covering his face. “ however-” you give him a hand, he takes it standing up.

he twirls you “ too bad.” you giggle grabbing his hand connecting it with yours again. “ your crazy eddie munson.” you grin, “ yeah yeah okay.” he denies throwing an arm over your shoulder pulling you closer to him. “ can’t accept it?” you joke crossing your hands raising an eyebrow. “ shut it l/n.” he says ruffling your hair. “ hey don’t tell me to shut it munson.” you say furrowing your eyebrows. “ oh im sorry l/n.” he says pouting with puppy eyes, you turn your head to look at him. you groan pushing him off you, “ i hate you.” you say skipping, “ you love me!” he yells out loud. you stop skipping turning around, everybody was looking at you two. you put your finger over your mouth, “ shh!” you mouth. “ you hear that weirdos?! y/n loves me!” eddie yells not breaking eye contact, you giggle flipping him off. you fix your backpack running out of the school doors, looking around the parking lot looking for your dads car.

you quickly spot the car and your dad talking to billy? what? billy? come on. you turn around one last time seeing eddie looking at you, standing next to mike. you smile blowing him a kiss, he turns his head around blushing. you giggle, “ mike come on dingus let’s go.” you blurt. mike looks at you and nods, “ tell your girlfriend to stop calling me that.” mike says closing his locker grabbing his backpack throwing it over his shoulder. “ she calls her own boyfriend dipshit you think she’ll stop calling you dingus?” eddie questions crossing his hands smiling at the thought of you. “ come on dingus!” you exclaim, “ okay okay geez.” mike says running to you, mike looks back at eddie who was staring at you with loving eyes. “ ew.” mike says scrunching his nose disgusted at the sight of his two closest friends being extremely in love with each other.

you throw an arm around mike’s shoulder pulling him down, putting him in a headlock. you ruffle his hair, “ ow ow let go asshole.” mike whines trying to push you away. “ remember when i pushed you off the trampoline and you had to wear a cast for like a week? i’m not scared to do it again.” you say tightening the grip on the headlock. “ i’ll tell your dad about eddie.” mike says still trying to push himself out of the lock. you gasp dramatically, “ i’ll tell hopper about the time i caught you and el making out in his car.” you say, “ what?! you wouldn’t!” mike says, you finally let go off the headlock. “ yeah i would. actually the second i get home i will.” you say running to the car, “ hey wait y/n!” mike yells running after you. you laugh looking back seeing him chase you, you continue running till you get to the car. mike stops almost hitting the car, he puts his hand on the hood of the car trying to catch his breath. “ hi daddy.” you say opening the car door putting your backpack inside, mike opens the car door putting his bag inside too. “ hi mr.l/n.” mike says still trying to catch his breath.

“ hey kiddo, sweetie come here.” your dad says extending his hand out for you, you look at mike. he raises an eyebrow, “ go.” he mouths. you walk to your dad, “ yes daddy?” you say. “ this is billy.” he says pointing at billy, you look at billy. “ okay?” you say crossing your hands confused. “ he’s coming over for dinner later, along with his sister maxine-” you cut him off. “ max.” you say bluntly. “ but dad aren’t we having the wheelers over for dinner? like we do every wednesday.” you emphasis ‘every’ while looking at billy. he smirks extending his hand, mike peeks his out the window. “ it’s tuesday.” he says. “ nice to meet you too y/n.” he says. you roll your eyes turning around opening the car door, mike follows sitting next to you. “ he’s such a douche.” you groan covering your face. “ just tell your dad about eddie.” mike says putting on his seatbelt, “ he’ll kill me mike.” you say putting your hands down. “ i plan on telling him just not now.” you whine, mike nods leaning over grabbing your seatbelt putting it on for you. you look at the rear view window to see eddie, you smile lowering the car window. you peek your head out the window to see eddie holding onto his skateboard, he points at billy. you turn around to look at billy then back at eddie, you scrunch your nose. eddie laughs from afar, he points finger guns at billy. you giggle pointing finger guns at eddie, he gasps putting his hands over his chest. you ‘shoot’ making eddie fall on the floor, you laugh. you wave bye at eddie, he stands up waving bye.“ good now shoot me.” mike says his hands crossed, you pout pointing the finger guns at him. “ boom.” you whisper.

at home

you walk around the house with a walkie-talkie in your hand, “ i don’t get it why can’t you just tell your dad about eddie.” nancy says, you sigh pushing the talk button. “ because he’s not what my dad has in mind.” you say opening the fridge, “ he has billy in mind.” you say. you hear a gasp coming from the other side of the walkie-talkie, “ billy? billy hargrove?” she says. grabbing the milk carton, “ yeah billy hargrove, dad invited him over for dinner along with max.” you say drinking the milk straight of the carton. “ that’s horrible.” nancy says. “ i kno-” a voice cuts you off coming from the walkie-talkie. “ what are you little shits talking about?” robin says. “ robin save me.” you whine opening the fridge door again.

“ why?” she says. “ y/n doesn’t wanna tell her dad about eddie.” nancy says.“ nancy that’s not what i said!” you complain putting the milk back in. “ shut it dingus continue nance.” robin says. you groan, “ and mr.l/n is inviting max and billy over for dinner. her dad is trying to set them up.” nancy says giggling, “ this is so annoying!” you yell. “ just tell your dad y/n he has to accept it.” robin says. “ sure after i do that which one of you can i live with?” you say jumping on the counter, “ you’ll be fine.” nancy says trying to reassure you. “ i’ll try. bye little shits.” you say into the walkie talkie.

“ who’s eddie?” someone says suddenly, you flinch. “ ah shit!” you curse turning around. “ oh hey sorry mom.” you quickly apologise slamming the walkie-talkie down on the counter. “ who’s eddie?” she says putting on her apron. “ n-nobody.” you blurt jumping off the counter. “ ah ah y/n stand.” your mom says opening the fridge, “ who’s eddie?” she repeats grabbing tomatoes. “ mom!” you whine covering your face. “ come on sweetie just tell me.” your mom says setting the tomatoes down. “ he’s this guy at school.” you say turning around leaning on a counter. “ what kind of guy?” she says grabbing a knife, “ he’s like..my boyfriend.” you mumble. “ what?!” your mom blurts out.

“ your boyfriend?” your mom says a shocked look on her face. “ yeah he’s my boyfriend but he’s not your typical ‘highschool boy’ he has tattoos and he has long hair and plays guitar and is considered a freak.” you say in one breath. “ oh sweetie.” your mom says pouting, “ why didn’t you tell me?” she says grabbing the tomatoes walking to the sink. “ i knew you two wouldn’t allow me to date him cuz of his reputation.” you say pouting. “ sweetie come on.” your mom says setting the tomatoes down, “ i’m serious have you seen the way dad is? he’ll kill me and eddie.” you complain crossing your hands. “ sweetie listen. your dad was just like that in highschool.” your mom says smiling. you stand up straight, “ what?” you say shocked.

“ i’m serious! your dad was a total freak in highschool, he had long hair and always wore the same shirt everyday, he used to be in a band.” your mom says laughing. “ what? how?!” you yell laughing. “ i’m serious he used wear his worn out converse with black jeans.” she says opening a drawer grabbing a spoon. “ sweetie i don’t want you to feel like you can’t talk to me about those type of things.” she says turning around, you smile. “ yeah of course mom.” you say biting your lower lip. you run up to her and hug her, “ so do i have your approval?” you mumble. “ i have to meet him first honey buns.” she says patting your back, “ you- you’ll meet him! you’ll meet him! tomorrow actually! yeah tomorrow thank you so much oh my god holy shit!” you let go of the hug and run out the kitchen. “ language!” she yells.

at the wheelers house

“ billy is what?!” dustin says slamming his hands on the table, “ mr.l/n is trying to set y/n and billy up.” mike says leaning back in his chair. “ that can’t be happening!” dustin yells. “ we can’t do anything about it dustin.” nancy says pacing around the basement, “ uh yes we can! we can get eds- eddie? eddie?” dustin says looking at eddie who was zoned out. dustin waves his hands infront of eddie, “ eddie munson!” he yells. eddie shakes his head looking at dustin, “ huh?” he says lost. “ i said we have to do something about this.” dustin says standing up from his chair, “ we can’t do anything. plus they would make a good couple.” eddie mumbles crossing his hands looking down. they all look at each other.

that hurt. seeing eddie so upset over not being able to be with y/n. both of them were perfect for each other. they were the cutest couple at school, they both started off as friends. ever since the fifth grade, friends quickly become best friends. best friends became lovers. they were both crazy for each other, it was adorable. “ actually..we can.” nancy says smiling. they all look at nancy.

at home

“ sweetie get the door!” your mom yells from the kitchen, you run down the stairs in excitement. you open the door to see your favourite redhead, max. you smile, she quickly hugs you. you wrap your hands around her hugging her tightly almost picking her up, “ you two saw each other earlier at school.” billy says with a blank expression. you and max both flip him off during the hug, you let go and smile at her. “ hey mrs.l/n.” max says walking to your mom. you look at billy crossing his hands, you move out the way to let him in. “ no greeting?” he asks smirking. “ buzz off.” you mumble. he walks in, you slam the door behind him. “ hey mr.l/n so good to see you.” billy says taking your dad in for a hug. you roll your eyes annoyed.

you giggle whispering to max, she chokes on her mashed potatoes giggling. “ max sweetie would you pass me the peas?” your mom says. max nods still giggling handing your mom the bowl of peas. “ sweetie did you know billy got a scholarship to play basketball?” your dad says interrupting you two, you stop laughing stabbing your steak with the fork. “ no i didn’t.” you answer smiling. “ oh please mr.l/n there’s no need to brag i’m sure y/n is not interested in that.” billy says taking a bite of bread while smirking. you scrunch your nose in disgust, “ nonsense billy. that’s great sweetie isn’t it?” you dad says smiling shoving a spoon full of rice in his mouth. your mom coughs, “ h-how’s school sweetheart?” your mom says trying to change the subject. “ it’s great mom max and i are at the top of our spanish class.” you say nudging max with your elbow, she chuckles. “ oh that’s amazing! max how are you and lucas?” your mom asks taking a bite of her steak.

“ ooh..” you whisper winking at max. max laughs, “ we’re doing great mrs.l/n!” max whispers trying to control her laughter. “ oh that’s adorable, remember how we were like honey?” your mom says looking at your dad. he chokes, you and max look at each other trying to hide your laughter. “ what were you like dad in highschool by the way? you never told me.” you say tilting your head to the side. “ i was a good student.” he says. “ come on honey give them more then that or should i?” your mom says smirking. “ please do mrs.l/n.” max says sarcastically. “ well max, d/n here was a total-” your mom was cut off by billy.

“ did y/n tell you she has a boyfriend.” billy blurts out, you drop your fork looking at billy with wide eyes. max chokes covering her mouth. she kicks her brothers leg from under the table. “ what?” your dad says. you look at him, you were unable to read his expression. your heart was racing.

“ sorry. y/n you didn’t tell your parents that your in a relationship? sorry my bad.” billy says smirking biting a piece of steak. you were silent, you looked at your mom who’s face was red. you stand up suddenly running up the stairs. “ y/n!” max yells dropping her fork. she quickly stands up running after you. you run down the hallway to your room, opening the door you jump on your bed hiding your face in the pillow. “ y/n.” max says running behind you, she closes the door rushing to the bed. you sit up covering your face with the pillow, tearing up. max grabs the pillow putting it down, she pulls you in for a hug. you hide your face in her shoulder crying. “ i hate him.” you whisper. “ i fucking hate him so much max.” you sob. max tightens her grip around you pulling you closer, she runs a hand through your hair gently. “ i’m sorry.” she whispers.

“ she has a what now?” your dad says looking at billy, “ oh i’m sorry you didn’t know mr.l/n?” billy says smirking. “ billy.” your mom warns. she gets up taking off her apron throwing it on her chair, “ that wasn’t for you to reveal billy.” she says glaring at billie. “ wait you knew m/n?” your dad says setting his fork down. “ yes i knew! because i know how to set a safe and friendly environment for my daughter in which she can talk to me!” she exclaims, “ now if you’ll excuse me i’m gonna go comfort my crying daughter.” she says turning around walking up the stairs in anger.

you wipe your tears biting your lower lip, the yelling from downstairs getting louder. “ i’m so sorry.” max says looking down. “ it’s fine max it wasn’t your fault.” you say running a hand through your hair. “ yeah i know but i should’ve known billy would’ve pulled something like that. he’s such an ass.” max says. “ and a dick.” you add. max smiles. “ yeah like the biggest dickhead on earth.” she adds giggling. you giggle covering your mouth. you two were cut off by a bunch of screams from outside, you two look at each other and rush to the window.

you break down laughing seeing dustin standing on a car, “ y/n l/n! we’re here to save you!” he yells. max breaks down laughing, she opens the window. “ y/n l/n!” dustin yells again. it starts raining, “ shit shit shit shit!” dustin screams looking up. max grabs your hand running, you continue laughing. you two run down the stairs almost bumping into your mom. “ sweetie?” your mom questions turning around. you continue running.max opens the door, you run out of the house rain hitting you two.

“ eddie! eddie!” dustin yells hitting the car roof. “ cool it shithead!” robin yells from the drivers seat. it’s steve’s car? did they seriously steal steve’s car. eddie rushes out the car almost tripping, you look at eddie biting your lip as rain kept hitting you and max. he turns around to see your face, why were there tears on your cheeks? why was your nose red? why were your lips swollen? he runs to you and pulls you in for a hug. “ oh my god this is so cliche.” you mumble hugging him tightly, “ why are you crying.” he says. you pull away from the hug looking into his eyes. gosh they were so beautiful.

you start tearing up again, “ no no pretty don’t cry.” he pouts grabbing your face. he wipes your tears with his thumb, “ is your dad in there?” he asks. you nod your lips trembling. he smiles “ sorry i really can’t control it i wanna kiss you so bad right now i don’t care who’s watching. i don’t care if he’s gonna kill me you mean the world to me y/n i wanna kiss you so bad.” he says as the rain got harder, you break down laughing. “ please kiss me.” you whisper. he smiles gently pulling your face closer to his. his lips meet yours.

everyone in the car starts cheering, max smiles running to the car. lucas opens the door letting her in. you two pull away when the house door opens, you turn around to see your dad. “ shit shit shit go go!” you yell grabbing eddie’s hand rushing in the car. eddie sits in the passenger seat, you quickly sit on his lap slamming the car door close. “ robin drive!” you yell. “ okay okay don’t yell at me i get scared!” she yells starting the car.

“ i love you so much.” eddie says pushing hair strand behind your ear, you smile. “ i love you too.” you whisper. “ oh god steve is gonna kill us. son of a bitch.” dustin says looking at the wet car seats.

[mayfjelds]

Eddie Munson Request!

I a sucker for the opposites attract trope, and I just imagine Eddie with his grunge hard metal self, having a super frilly girlfriend, you know how when high school boys walk around with their girlfriend’s scrunchies on their wrist, kind of a sign of claiming the dude? Imagine Eddie with a frilly pink scrunchy or something! How would he react to it being given to him, or how would hellfire react as well!! Hope you like the request! Can’t wait for you possibly writing this out because I love your writing style, literally counting the hours for you Eddie POV later on today!!

a/n: omg i am so sorry for just now seeing this but in my defense i have worked doubles 2 days in a row and im slowly dying inside! anyways i LUV this rq and thank u thank u thank u for ur kind words it fr means the world. (i acc just finished writing this n i'm alr starting a second part so . kudos to u and ur big brain)

this is fem!reader btw

(part 2)

look, they were trying to pay attention, they really were. it was just kind of hard to focus on hearing eddie’s insane new campaign idea while he had a baby pink scrunchie on his wrist.

it was just so jarring. not because he was a dude wearing a pink scrunchie because god knows none of them – especially eddie munson of all people – care about the rigid cage that is gender roles. it was because it was eddie that was wearing it.

eddie, in all his black skinny jeans, metalhead glory, was willingly choosing to disrupt the cohesion of his style – one they thought to be so carefully curated – for a frily, pink chiffon scrunchie.

i mean, he has long hair. they assumed, silently, of course. (being the friends that mike, dustin, and lucas are, they’ve gained the ability to communicate solely through their shared looks – and morse code, occasionally).

it’s not like he’s above picking up the easiest-to-steal looking thing and stuffing it in his pocket at the store. so it’s not like it means anything, right?

“what the fuck, guys?” the topic of unspoken discussion said, raising his hands in the air. “why’re you acting so weird? i thought you’d piss your pants at this campaign.”

“no, the campaign’s awesome, man.” dustin said.

“totally awesome.” lucas agreed.

“so why are you three acting like someone drew a dick on my face?” eddie asked, then proceeded to pull at his cheeks, accentuating the scrunchie even more. “no one did, right?”

“no, you’re good,” dustin said. “i think we’re just a bit… distracted, that’s all!”

“distracted by your fake girlfriends in idaho?” eddie joked, laughing to himself while the younger boys scowled.

“el lives in california and she’s real.”

“you’ve literally met max – ”

“that’s beside the point!” dustin interrupted. in reality, he would’ve been offended too if last summer hadn’t already desensitized him to the no-one-believing-you-have-a-girlfriend thing. “we were just curious about that thing on your wrist.” he pointed, squaring down at the scrunchie in question.

“this ol’ thing?” eddie pulled on it, snapping it against his wrist. “t’was a gift.”

“from who? the tooth fairy?” erica said, causing her older brother and the band of freshmen to immediately shush her. 

“on the contrary, lady applejack.” he said. “it was a gift from my lover. one from this realm of reality, no less.”

“lover?” lucas asked.

“it means girlfriend, lucas.”

“i know what it fucking means, asshole.”

“why’d you have bring that up?” gareth sighed, “now he’s gonna spend the next thirty minutes gushing – ”

“who’s got the fake girlfriend now, munson?” mike taunted. clearing.

“nah, she’s real,” jeff said. “you guys just never met her ‘cause she graduated when she was supposed to.”

eddie kicked jeff’s leg under the table while the boys gaped.

“you, eddie munson, have a girlfriend –”

“you know i can kick you out of hellfire, right, sinclair?”

“i’m not saying that is unbelievable that you have a girlfriend.” dustin defended. “it’s just, ya’know, i would never imagine you with someone like… that”

“like what?” he challenged. even though it was mostly a façade and he didn’t actually care what three fifteen-year-olds think about his romantic endeavors.

“like, one that gives her boyfriend pink scrunchies!” he said, turning to mike. “i mean, nancy doesn’t even do shit like that. that’s, like, the type of shit that jock’s girlfriends do to mark their territory!”

“well, i hate to break it to ya’ kid, but my girl’s got territory to mark.” eddie smirked, twirling the scrunchie around with his fingers. “you wouldn’t imagine the type of offers i get from girls who want free weed and a di –”

“if you finish that sentence i’m reporting you to the police for child endangerment.” erica said, silencing the entire table in one fell swoop. well, almost all of the table, sans jeff and gareth who were hiding their laughs behind their hands. because unlike the freshman, they knew exactly what kind of sap eddie was. and that was one who would do anything his girlfriend tells him to, from wearing her girly little scrunchie around school to committing arson, probably.

“applejack is right,” eddie said. “this is not a conversation for your innocent little minds. let’s pick up where we left off!”

“wait, i still have questions –”

“ask me when you still don’t have a baby face, henderson.”

“i meant about your girlfriend!” he huffed. “like i’d take any of that kind of information from you.”

“hey, it’s either me or harrington.” he defended, “and from what i heard, you don’t wanna take any from him.”

luckily for him, that imagery got the boys disturbed enough to finish the rest of their session in peace, with them only speaking up when they got distracted enough to forget what they were talking about before. at nine on the dot, eddie called the night, and began packing up, the rest of the club shuffling out one by one. 

“i thought you said she was coming home on sunday?” jeff asked once the freshmen were out of ear shot.

“she came back early.” eddie smiled. “she got on the train right after class and showed up at three in the fuckin’ morning. when i saw her out of my window, i thought i got too high and started hallucinating.”

“that’s awesome, man.” gareth said, patting him on the back. “you should tell her to come to hellfire while she’s back for break.”

“oh, she’s definitely coming,” eddie grinned. “gonna shut those little assholes up for good.”

[ibelongto-tylergalpin]

OH MY GOSH can I maybe possibly request Steve x Eddie’s sister/sibling!reader I’m so excited you wrote for him like- love u byeeee

YES. YES. YES YES YES FINALLY LORD YES IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS OH LORD YES ILY ILY ILY YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW WIDE MY SMILE IS RN ILYSM IM SO HAPPY RN

*One of the gayest photos ive seen but we'll talk abt that another time*

*Nother lil side note: I went to get water and when I came back this gif was on my screen AND I SQUEALED AND GIGGLED. THATS WHAT KINDA HOLD THIS MAN HAS OVER ME. ok imma stfu and let you get to reading* *LAST ONE I SWEAR: Listened to this while writing:) .... and this :)))*

~OKAY SO YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW GIDDY I AM RN CAUSE STEVE HARRINGTON CAN SMASH MY FACE IN WITH HIS BAT anyways :)

~Yall actually met before the Vecna stuff

~You're in your senior year for the FIRST time unlike your idiot brother Eddie

~You're not in hellfire but you do spend A LOT of time with them

~Literally the mom of the group

~You have other friends that you'd gladly hang out with but you stay with them because the minute you leave one of them is gonna end up somehow missing a finger

~They need adult supervision at all times and youre the best they got even though Eddie is literally a year older than you

~You were the one who convinced Eddie to invite Mike, Dustin, and Lucas to Hellfire (He didn't wanna at first cause they were "shrimpy freshmen" his words not mine)

~Dustin excitedly ranting to Steve about the group when he first joined

~"He's so cool! He gets on the table n shit and doesnt give a shit about what people say"

~"Dude I don't wanna hear about Eddie 'The Freak' Munson"

~"He has a sister y'know... she's 18. She's pretty awesome too. And single"

~"Well that's great for her" (mf started zoning dustin out at this point poor dustybun)

~Dustin thinks you'd be so fucking perfect for Steve so whenever he sees him he always always always finds some way to work your name into the conversation

~He starts doing the same to you poor boy is set on this ship and will not give up till it sails

~Eddie gets so pissed whenever Dustin brings up Steve. His mood noticeably changes but Dustin, being Dustin, can't take the hint

~You cant be mean to Dustin cause you find him so sweet and adorable so you just endure it even though you have really no intention of talking to Steve 'The Hair' Harrington

~Literally 3-4 months had passed and Dustin was still talking you up to Steve and vice versa even though the two of you still hadn't met

~The Hellfire club was hanging out at the trailer park and when everyone was leaving you heard Dustin say he was gonna go to the video store so you decided to drive him cause you borrowed Robin's history notes cause you ditched class

~You took Eddies keys while he was using the restroom and made sure to leave before he could yell at you for stealing his car again

~You went inside with Dustin and he introduced you and Steve

~"Steve! This is Y/n"

~He gave you a small nod, unaware of what to do. You tried to match his awkward energy so you just gave him a small wave

`"I'm Steve"

~"I know. Little Dustin over here doesn't shut up about you"

~Dustin has the widest smile on his face seeing the two of you meet for the first time but it immediately drops when he hears you call him "little"

~"Hey what the hell"

~"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it 'Dustybun'" you said as you messed with his hair

~"I've told you already! Only Suzie calls me that!"

~You start laughing at Dustins face cause he looks so pissed and oml when Steve hears you laugh his heart MELTS

~He loves the way you treat Dustin

~Its hasn't even been a minute but mans is already down bad for you

~"Anyways, is Robin here? I borrowed her history notes and I'm just here to drop off little dustybun and give her her notes back"

~"Stop calling me Dustybun!"

~"Uh she's not here yet but she should be in about 15 minutes"

~"Oh alright. Can you give these to her when she gets here then?"

~"I mean or you could stay? Y'know, make sure she gets the notes safely. Plus it'd give me a chance to get to know you better..."

~THE WAYS DUSTINS FACE LIGHTS UP I SWEAR

~You stand there for a second contemplating it. You were curious to get to know more about Steve Harrington, especially since Dustin was constantly talking about him. Eddie will kill you if you have his car for too long without asking though, which was even more of a reason to stay. God you love pissing your brother off.

~"Well what do you wanna know Harrington?"

~The two hit it off surprisingly well

~So well in fact that even after you give Robin her notes, you stay longer

~The moment you leave Steve's decided that he's in love. Like thats that. His search for the right woman is over. He's found you and he's gonna try his damnedest to win your heart

~When you got back to your trailer Eddie was fuming

~He was sitting on the couch with his arms crossed and his leg bouncing up and down while staring at the door

~"My my, what ever is wrong dear brother?"

~"What have I told you about taking my car without permission?!?"

~"Relax I was only gone for 30 minutes"

~"YOU WERE GONE FOR 2 HOURS! What were you even doing?! I thought you were just dropping off Henderson!"

~"I stayed a bit longer to talk to Steve"

"Harrington?!"

~"No Eddie, fucking Steven Spielberg"

~Steve constantly bugging Dustin about you and asking him random ass questions about you

~Dustin deciding to be his wing-man for once, he's always asking you to drive him to the video store

~Constantly stealing Eddies car to take Dustin

~Every time you drop him off, you always stay for an extra hour just talking with Steve

~He tries to flirt with you but he gets so nervous when you're around he becomes Scoops Ahoy Steve again

~Dustin and Robin literally face palming whenever he says something stupid but you finding his failed flirting attempts absolutely adorable

~Eddie constantly asking you what's up with you and Harrington

~Telling him you're just friends but him continuing to nag you

~Eventually having enough with your brother bs so you throw a pillow in his face

~Him throwing one back

~Munson sibling pillow fights>>>>>>

~3 months of you and Steve talking at the video store and he still hasn't asked you out

~Robin and Dustin taking bets on when he'll finally confess

~You constantly go to the video store to talk with Steve, with or without Dustin

~One day you were sitting on the counter reading your book while Steve worked and all of a sudden he just kinda blurted the words "movie theater"

~You looked up from your book to see him looking at you

~"Huh?"

~"I, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies with me"

~"Only on one condition"

~Yeah..?"

~"You let me pick the movie"

~Steve regained his confidence and the two of you started going back and forth as you always did, laughing and talking

~The two of you decided that Steve would pick you up at 7 and you would surprise him with the movie

~"Wait so let me get this straight. Steve 'The Hair' Harrington... asked you out on a date?"

~"Jeez don't sound so surprised. Your little sister is a very desirable woman"

~"Yeah, sure" Eddie said as he scoffed and rolled his eyes

~"Anyways, it's not a date. At least I don't think it is"

~"You've been hanging out with Steve Harrington every day for the past 3 months. It's a date."

~"Go away and let me finish getting ready please"

~"Sure. Meanwhile I can dust off my 'Protective Older Brother' speech"

~"I will hurt you. Get out. Now."

~"What exactly are your intentions with my little sister, Harrington?" Eddie said, mockingly

~"Out!" You said as you threw a pillow with him and he ran out cackling

~At almost 7 exactly, you saw Steve's car pull up to the trailer and you checked yourself really quickly in the mirror before going to meet him at the door, but much to your dismay, Eddie opened the door before you could get there

~"Hey, uh, is Y/n ready?"

~You could HEAR the nervousness in his voice

~"Depends, who's asking?"

~"Eddie, don't be an ass"

~"Sorry Y/n/n, it's habit by now" (God I can just picture his cocky ass smile)

~You roll your eyes before greeting Steve

~"Hey Harrington"

~"H-hey. You ready, gorgeous?"

~Meanwhile Eddie is gagging his soul out behind you after hearing that

~Idk bout yall but I would just combust right then and there... anyways :)

~Steve holds out his hand to help you down the steps and you gladly take it

~As the two of you walk towards his car you turn around to see Eddie still standing in the doorway and you silently jump up and down to show him your excitement

~Has the cutest big brother smile on his face after seeing how excited you are

~Steve opens the door for you and Eddie shouts to the two of you

~"Hey! You better keep your hands to yourself Harrington!"

~You flip him off through the open car window

~No cause why can I picture Steve almost FALLING when trying to walk around the front of the car to get to the drivers seat. You can't tell me you don't see it. Argue with the wall. I do every day... lets not get into my psychological issues and get back to the story :D

~As the two of you are driving there you sing along to the songs on the radio together

~"So what movie are we watching?"

~"You'll see when we get there"

~You guys finally get there and walk up to the ticket booth

~"Two tickets for Clue please"

~"Really?! Clue?! Haven't you seen that movie 4 times already?"

~"5 times actually. Plus you've never seen it! You cant go through your life never having watched Clue!"

~You reach into your pocket to pull out your wallet and Steve sees

~"Put that away. I'm paying"

~"No you're not. I chose the movie, I pay"

"You may have chosen the movie, but I'm the one who asked you out"

~"You barely asked me! All you said was 'movie theaters'"

"I'm paying!"

~"No you're not!"

~As you tried to pull your money out, Steve snatched your wallet out of you hand and you stared at him in disbelief

~"Uh! Gimme my wallet back Harrington!"

~"No! You'll get it back after our date."

~"Oh so this is a date?" you asked teasingly

"Oh, uh, I mean if you want it to be"

~The way his vibe quickly deteriorated after realizing what he said

~"Okay fine. I'll get my wallet back after our date"

~Ion wanna be cheesy, but imma be cheesy cause its Steve motherfucking Harrington

~The classic both hands in the popcorn bucket thing happened (if you dont know what that is, its this thing in movies and shows when the love interests go to the movies and reach for popcorn and there hands touch and they get all awkward and flustered)

~Steve did the stupid thing where he slowly inched his hand closer to yours so he could eventually hold it but you could clearly see what he was trying to do, so you moved his drink onto the ground, lifted the arm rest, and lifted his arm around your shoulder and laid against his chest

~He was flustered as hell. He was not expecting you to do that

~After the movie he drove you home and you could tell he was nervous the entire way

~He walked you to the door but you dragged him to the back of the trailer where there was no window cause you knew Eddie would watch if you guys said goodbye in front of the door

~Before he could comprehend what you were doing, you put your hands around his neck and pulled him down and kissed him

~He was shocked at first but eventually gave into the kiss and wrapped his hands around your waist as he pulled you a lot closer to him (rail me rn like pretty please)

~Once you guys broke apart for air, he rested his forehead against yours

~"I've wanted to do that since the moment I laid eyes on you"

~The two of you stayed there like that for about a minute or two

~You kissed him one more time, this time reaching into his pocket and taking your wallet back

~You gave him one last peck on the lips before running inside

~When he got to his car he was fist-bumping the air and freaking out stop he was so excited

~You walked into the trailer and it was pitch black

~When you turned the lights on you saw Eddie and your uncle sitting on the couch with their arms crossed as they stared at you, which obviously made you jump

~"What the hell are you guys doing?! Why are you sitting there like a couple of weirdos?! God!"

~"We're the ones asking the questions here missy!" Eddie yelled

~Clearly they were both fucking with you since they loved to poke fun at you all the time

"Did he try anything?" Your uncle asked looking more serious that Eddie did

~You sighed and rolled your eyes

~"No he didn't try anything Uncle Wayne"

~"Woooow! So what, does he think you're not good enough?!" Eddie yelled once again

~"What?! No! I mean we kissed a few time but-"

~"You what?! You shouldn't be kissing anyone till your at least 30!" Eddie screamed as he stood up

~"I'm going to sleep. You two make me wanna off myself"

~Your uncle laughed and Eddie walked over to you before you could walk away and he pulled you into a hug

~"You seem happier since he came around. I'm happy for you"

~You wrapped your arms around him, smiling at your older brothers kind words when all of a sudden his grip tightened

~"Let him know that I said if he ever hurts you there is not a place on earth he can hide. I will hunt him down for the rest of my life if I have to and I will make sure he suffers."

~"Alright get off me" you said as you shoved him away in disgust and your uncle laughed in the background

~"Night baby sis!"

~You didn't say anything and just flipped him off as you walked to go to bed

~The next day you walked into the video store and the minute Steve saw you he ran towards you and pulled you into a kiss

~Robin and Dustin hadn't known about your guys date so they were very surprised

~"Fork it over Robin" Dustin said as he stuck his hand out

~"You guys couldn't wait one more month?!" Robin said as she gave Dustin 10 bucks

~Steve driving you to and from school

~You and Robin bullying him in the car

~Friday night date nights

~Lots and lots of cuddles

~PDA PDA PDA

~Trying so hard to get Eddie and Steve to get along but they just won't budge

~Steve meeting your uncle and winning him over

~Steves parents absolutely adoring you

~Steves mom thinks you're "a nice break from all those trashy girls he used to date"

~PDA

~Going on late night drives cause why not

~Hellfire going crazy when Dustin brags about the fact that you and Steve are dating

~"You're actually dating Steve Harrington?!"

~Eddie yelling shut up the way he did in episode 1 when everyone gets rowdy

~He hates hearing about your relationship mainly because your his baby sister, but the fact that he doesn't like Steve is a factor

~P D A he is all about PDA

~You guys never actually had the whole Bf/gf talk

~It just kinda slipped out on accident and he didn't even notice

~Your first "I love you" was when he got attacked in the upside down and you jumped in after him

~Nancy getting a bit weird with you because youre dating her ex, but she sees how good you are for him and the two of you actually hit it off

~Dance parties with him are a must

~He takes you to skull rock but its all cute n stuff he like laid blankets down and had snacks and you guys just laid there cuddling while staring at the stars and talking

~Thats actually when he let "girlfriend" slip out

~"You're the best girlfriend anyone could every ask for, y'know that right?"

~Ended up accidentally falling asleep there and Eddie freaking out when you got home cause he was worried

~I cannot stress this enough but I'll try. Public Display of Affection !!!!

~On your guys night drives you sit on his lap in the backseat and you guys have fallen asleep there multiple times

~One time you guys even fell asleep after you were parked in front of the trailer and you didnt feel like going in yet

~Basically hes just one of the best boyfriends you could ever have and now i wanna cry cause I know I'll never have this