#he’s the little brother i wish i had. cute sweet and wouldn’t come into my room just to flip over every knick knack i own

[seo-changbinnies]

this is so random but... why is it that you tag felix using fratello? i've followed you for a bit and i laugh every time i see it 😭

it’s italian for brother!

[megumiluvv]

Yuji comes home from school one day with a flier for a “mother-son” dance at his preschool. Choso knows how badly Yuji wants to do these events and feels sad that he can’t really dance with his mother.

“You want to do this, Yuji?” He asks his little brother.

“Yeah, but… no mom.” The defeat in his voice makes Choso’s heart shatter.

He texts you and begs you to go to the dance with Yuji.

I will pay you extra or something, please do this for Yuji.

Relax, Choso, I’d love to do this dance for Yuji.

You smile the day of the dance in a nice dress, and Yuji’s all cute and dressed up in a tiny suit.

“Oh, is this my handsome dance partner?” You smile and wave goodbye to the speechless Choso who hasn’t really seen you in a dress before.

You get to the dance venue and see Gojo’s doctor friend dancing with Megumi. You smile as Yuji runs excitedly to his friend and you talk with Shoko.

“So, you and Choso?” Shoko grins.

“Ah, not exactly, just a favor for him, I guess…”

“Yeah, I’m doing a favor for Satoru.” She sips the drinks offered for the dance and goes to dance with Megumi again.

You dance with Yuji and he’s having the time of his life, it’s a little heartbreaking. To think he’s never gotten to have these opportunities before because his mother died when he was a baby, it’s saddening and it makes you want to be there for every mother’s event you can.

You help Yuji slow dance and he grins up at you. He tries to spin you and the two of you just have a great time.

On the way home, you and Yuji stop for ice cream.

“Did you have fun?” You ask Yuji.

“This has been the most funnest night!” He grins excitedly.

“I’m glad, I had fun too.” You laugh.

“You did?”

“Mhm, had a really great night with you.”

Yuji pokes at his ice cream and seems a little hesitant to say something.

“…I wish you were my actual mom…” Oh.

You pick up Yuji and head home with him. “I’ll be your mommy anytime for events like this, okay?”

“…Promise?”

“Of course I do! You’re such a sweet kid, Yu. I love you as if you were my child.” You rub his back and continue walking to the apartments.

As you walk into Choso’s apartment, Yuji’s asleep in your arms, and Choso smiles to you two.

“Have fun?” He smiles as you lay Yuji down.

“He said this was the funnest night he’s had. Did you miss us?” You smile.

“Only a little.” Choso laughs and goes into the kitchen with you. “I genuinely owe you.”

“I enjoyed it. I want to do more things like that. I told Yuji I’d be his mom for any of those events.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. He told me that he wished I was his actual mom, it was pretty heartbreaking.”

Choso’s expression softens and he glances at Yuji’s room.

“Yeah, it’s sad that he never got to know our parents. But to be fair, I never got to do those dances either.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I guess I wasn’t top priority for our mom…”

You frown and pull up some slow dance music on your phone and hold your hand out to him. He tilts his head.

“What’s that for?”

“Dance with me.”

Choso feels a flutter in his chest and takes your hand. The two of you slow dance in the kitchen, the moon lighting up your face and hair in the most perfect ways. He’s a little stumbly with his movements, but he gets the hang of it and twirls you.

The two of you dance through most of the night and you fall asleep, Choso laying you on his bed because he refuses to let you sleep on the uncomfortable couch. He stays up the rest of the night and keeps an eye on you and checks on Yuji occasionally.

He wouldn’t mind if you were Yuji’s mother figure, as long as he gets to be the father.

Masterlist

[chaotic-starlight24]

Sodapop Curtis General Headcanons

Well y'all, here he is. Our pretty little boy. I love Soda so much though, I linger a bit on the sad stuff though :( I'll be covering Two-Bit next!

Freetime Headcanons

Warnings: Spoilers and Some angst

There was one book that he managed to read and actually enjoy, and that was The Phantom Tollbooth. He read it in middle school and his parents were very proud of him for finishing it AND not forcing him to read it. (He was probably forced by a teacher)

He pulls out snacks and drinks from EVERYWHERE. Like he has legit just been talking to Pony on the couch and pull a Pepsi-Cola from between the cushions.

I mentioned in my freetime post that he is really good at doing hair. So sometimes he helps out Two-Bit and his mom by doing Dolly’s (Two-Bit’s sister) hair. She always likes when he does it because if her brother does it she usually ends up with 2 crooked ponytails.

When they grow up, he and Steve plan to own a car shop together. Soda would also like to start a horse-riding club for rodeos and everything. As I mentioned in my Steve headcanons, Johnny and Steve did a design for fun of the future car shop but Soda and Steve do end up using it (with a couple tweaks). 

Is Soda innocent and sweet at all times? NO. He is not shy when it comes to flirting with people. But he is also very respectful of women whenever they come to the car shop. He only flirts if they try to flirt with him first. Only if they’re the same age as him ofc. But one time Steve had to take over because an older woman was making some really weird comments to him. 

He was the first one to make friends with Dally in the gang. Him and Steve were hanging out and they managed to get Two-Bit to come with them because Mrs. Curtis didn’t like the idea of them walking around alone. So they walked over to the diner to see if they could get a free drink or something and Soda looked over and saw him. This scruffy looking 13 year old, crouched at the end of the bar thing. Soda is the most golden retriever person ever so he immediately went to try and talk to him. Dally tried to push him away but soon enough he was dragged into their little group.

He can get very self-conscious since he is supposed to be the “pretty” brother and will occasionally be found by Steve, just looking in the mirror. He doesn’t really have dysmorphia of any kind and is actually quite confident but he still has those moments.

Soda was not shy at all when it came to pulling his teeth as a kid. It’s just a bit loose? He yanks it out because it's annoying. One time the dentist told him to expect a specific tooth to be loose and he just pulled it out right then and there. (ONE OF MY FRIENDS ACTUALLY DID THIS)

He is one of the most talented of the gang with gymnastics. His favorite trick to show off with is front-flipping into a handstand and spinning on one hand. Can this actually be done? Idk. Would it look sick? Oh yeah it would.

He has the most amazing and cute laugh ever. He looks majestic, sounds beautiful, just top-tier enjoyable laugh. He throws his head back a bit and has the most adorable crooked grin.

Now for a bit of angst >:) After Sandy he was a lot more sensitive when it came to flirting or mentions of romance. He really thought Sandy was the one. Soda does not get angry easily but after Sandy, that was the first time Steve saw him snap at a stranger. Some girls really wouldn’t leave him be and he went off on them.

After his main breakdown when Darry and Pony came after him, he was happy they came. Happy they helped him back up and heard him out. But a small part of him wish Pony wasn’t so dang fast and Darry wasn’t so dang strong. He wanted to just keep running. Run until he found Sandy. Run until he made it so far from Tulsa that no one knew what a greaser was. He knew a hug and some tears weren’t going to stop the fights between Pony and Darry.

He gets colds really easily but he can’t get cough syrup down his throat for his life. It doesn’t help that Darry has this really nasty stuff that tastes like honey and rotten eggs and is like 20 years old.

He has freckles. That’s all. They’re beautiful.

He is one of the few to actually take Two-Bit’s love of Mickey/Disney seriously. Two-Bit has even dragged him to a couple movies. His favorite one was Mary Poppins. He has attempted to dance like Bert does.

He is the most physically affectionate out of everyone in all of Oklahoma. The more friendly he is with you, the more he’s affectionate. When he and Steve are sitting together he just drapes himself across Steve while talking. When he listens to Pony he’s usually holding Pony or hugging him. If he’s dating someone, he’s kissing their face and holding their hand all the time. He’s just more comforted by it. Mr. Curtis was the same way. Just a little less.

A couple months before he dropped out some Socs stopped him in the hallways. They were trying to steal the pocket money he had. He tried his best to hold them off him but one of them started getting physical. Until one mentioned his big older brother and that they should be careful. But the main soc told him that Soda was too dumb to ever think about telling him, or anyone for that matter. Not a thing going on in that pretty little head of his. Eventually they did end up leaving him alone. But those words stuck with Soda. Dumb. That was the word that came up in his mind first when thinking about himself. He wasn’t much more, was he?

As mentioned in my Johnny headcanons, he was one of Johnny’s first friends. He was one of the few to hear all about Johnny’s thoughts. He just had that way of making people talk to him. He heard all about how worthless Johnny thought he was. How little confidence he had. He tried his best in encouragement but he knew Johnny wasn’t going to listen. Which made it all the worse once Johnny died. He toughed it out when around the gang but one day after his work, he walked to the graves. He kneeled in front of Johnny’s. And sobbed. The boy who died feeling worthless, in agonizing pain. His friend. One of his first. And now he was 6 feet under. Nothing would bring him back. And next to him? The other friend he brought into the gang. He never really understood Dally all that well, but that was one of his friends. Now both would never meet him again. No more giving Johnny a sandwich at the DX cause he had nothing better to do. No more dragging Dally away from Buck’s to go to rodeos with him and Steve. No more gang hangouts with them all together playing games.

When Pony came home and then Johnny and Dally died, Soda felt horrible for his little brother. He had to watch him become much more closed off and defensive. He could barely get Pony to open up to him. He was terrified Pony would never have a good friend again. Eventually Pony got a couple of friends (As mentioned in my Pony headcanons, he and Esther became better friends) and Soda felt a little more at peace.

With the whole Vietnam war thing… I do think he would end up going, BUT end up surviving. We can’t have Pony lose everything ok! He was put on the less violent jobs and not thrown head-first into battle. Let’s just say he was allowed to go home after 2 years at most. That is all I will cover on that subject.

He’s a pretty good singer and he and Darry jam out to Elvis all the time. He really does sing his heart out. If Blue Suede Shoes comes on you know he has a comb in hand and tries to dance like Elvis. He also loves “Please, Mr. Postman” and if he’s feeling dramatic “It’s My Party”.

He doesn’t really listen to his own emotions much or tell anyone about them. He feels he’s supposed to be the listener. Everyone’s going through so much more than him! So he needs to be there for them, not himself! The only person he’s been vulnerable around is Sandy. Steve as well. Which meant it hurt so much more when Sandy left him.

The Curtis Brothers have an elderly neighbor named Nellie, she's 92. Soda brings cake to her once a week and just sits and chats with her. She brings them berry jam.

[cloudcountry]

like real people do: diavolo

they've seen the world shift and change throughout their long, long lives, but if they could they would have given it all up just to be with you.

~~~~~

I could not ask you where you came from I could not ask and neither could you. Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips We could just kiss like real people do.

~~~~~

The stack of paperwork on Diavolo’s desk never seems to decrease in size. He sighs, tearing his gaze away from the pile and towards the packet currently in front of him. He can briefly make out something about the economy in the outskirts of the Devildom and how their markets don’t have as many laborers, and he feels a headache coming on. Everyone looks to him. He’s still an incredibly young demon, and yet the weight of an entire realm is on his shoulders. It isn’t hard to see why he’s slowly deteriorating, nor can he be blamed for it.

Right?

He wishes he could have fun like those rowdy demon brothers do, going off on adventures with MC and visiting sweets shops and being able to talk to each other about things. (Even though Lucifer always said siblings weren’t as fun as Diavolo thought they were, he had to disagree. What he wouldn’t do for a cute little sister or brother to spoil and spend time with. Unfortunately, that was not his reality. His reality was stacks of paper and stuffy suits and formal events and speeches that were meant to rally demonkind together.)

A soft knock at the door snaps Diavolo out of his thoughts, and he sighs.

“You may enter.” he calls out, eyes bleary and unfocused as they turn back to the packet. 

“My Lord.” Barbatos bows as he enters, looking as energetic as always, “MC has requested an audience with you.”

Diavolo almost twists his ankle when he jumps up, eyes brightening immediately. A few papers go flying and his pen clutters to the floor. Barbatos does not look amused as the important paperwork is scattered across the office, but Diavolo cannot bring himself to care.

“My Lord, have you finished any of your work?” he asks, stooping down to pick up as many misplaced documents as he can.

“Yes, yes of course! So much work is done! Does my hair look alright?” he frantically looks for a reflective surface, patting down what he thinks may be unruly strands.

“Your hair looks fine as always, My Lord.” Barbatos stands, placing the stack of papers carefully on his desk, “I have served them tea before I came to get you. They talked very fondly about your trip together to Bayside Bonanza Worlds of Wonder. It seems they want to take you out again, though I myself am unsure if I should grant them the pleasure after what happened.”

The last part of what Barbatos says goes flying straight over Diavolo’s head.

Diavolo has to hold back a booming laugh at that. It’s like his heart is soaring with glee at their proposition. He has to remind himself daily that just because he doesn’t have the brothers doesn’t mean he doesn’t have anyone. He has Barbatos, Lucifer, and them. (Most of all, them. But he could never admit that to himself. It seems…selfish.)

”What wonderful news!” he beams, crossing his arms over his chest in a vain attempt to contain the affection threatening to bubble up and explode within him, “Please, escort me to them at once!”

“As you wish, Young Master.” Barbatos bows, turning to lead him out of his office, “Though I must warn you, I will still hold your accountable for the work you need to do.”-

That comment would normally sink his mood immensely, but the promise of them keeps his heart light. It’s a mystery as to what he would do without them, but hopefully he’ll never have to find out.

(Hopefully they’ll be around forever. Another ideal, added to his lofty tower.)

The hallways all blur together as he rushes through the palace, Barbatos following a safe distance behind him as his heart pounds so hard in his chest that he hears it in his head. He knows where they are, he knows they’re getting closer with every step, and yet he’s so, so greedy for a sight of them.

Perhaps he throws open the door with a little too much force, because the first thing he sees of them is their jump of surprise. Their face looks unbelievably shocked, but before he can utter a single apology they’re laughing and jumping out of their seat for an entirely different reason. Their arms are around his neck before he realizes it, and they’re hanging off him with a huge smile and lots of chatter that he can’t even decipher because they’re finally touching him in the way he’s wanted them to for far too long.

(He likes to tell himself that anyone would do. That any physical contact would be enough to sanitate his desire for a casual relationship like this. But no, it couldn’t be just anyone, not after he’s had a taste of them.)

“Well, hello there!” he beams, crushing them against his chest with the biggest smile he’s ever worn, “I’m so glad you could make it! I hope I’m not taking up too much of your time-”

“Oh, no! You aren’t, I promise!” They laugh, looking absolutely ecstatic to be wholly encompassed by him, “I managed to sneak away from Mammon and the others, just for now.”

Mammon. The others. Oh, he gets so jealous when he hears those brothers mentioned. Diavolo doesn’t want to ruin that precious smiling face though, so he covers his flaming envy with his own smile. It doesn’t stop him from holding them even tighter, though, but before he can really indulge in them, Barbatos enters the room with a scowl. He’s clearly upset at Diavolo for not doing his work and running through the palace like a dog, and the second he sees them hanging off of the Demon Prince he gestures for them to get off. They pout and stick their tongue out at Barbatos, which makes Diavolo laugh so loudly he thinks the castle walls might have rattled. They are by far the only human who would ever dare to make such a mocking gesture at a demon, and that’s so endearing.

Before Barbatos can peel them off himself, though, they start loosening their grip. He gives the human one last squeeze before setting them down, resisting the urge to pout just as they had at the loss of contact.

“I’m delighted to have you, MC!” he smiles, offering them his elbow to make up for the interrupted hug, “Allow me.”

They swoon dramatically and take his arm, allowing him the pleasure of walking them over to the small tea table set in the center of the room. He fixes the positioning of their chair for them (and internally giggles about how they were so excited they almost knocked the ancient piece of furniture over when they threw themselves at him) and gestures for them to sit.

“Thank you.” they say, looking right at home in the Demon Lord’s Castle.

Diavolo ignores the giddy feeling that wells up in his chest at how domestic this feels as he sits down across from them.

“What brings you here, MC?” he asks, setting his intertwined hands on the table.

“Well…” they do the same, clearly teasing him for his formalities, “I wanted to discuss some business with you.”

“Ah, Barbatos has made me aware of your plans to...how did you word it?” he hums, amused at their choice of words that he absolutely remembers.

“Take you out. Like a date.” they grin, radiating smugness that's very becoming of Solomon’s student.

Diavolo wishes they could have this conversation away from Barbatos, who pours their tea as though he isn’t listening. He envies Barbatos’s ability to be present but act as though he couldn’t be more removed—Diavolo thinks his life would be a bit easier if he could do the same. Except he can’t, because he has stacks of paperwork in his office that scream his name every night and make him toss and turn until he gives up and stares at his dark purple canopy and waits for morning. It would be easier to sleep if they were there, he thinks, and he has half a mind to ask Barbatos to make a portal to their room in the House of Lamentation, where they are no doubt sleeping peacefully, so he can drag them into his arms and finally, finally have a good night’s rest.

A rest where he can be Diavolo, with no responsibilities and no crushing weight of an entire realm. Where he can be the demon that takes them out on dates without the entire Devildom scrutinizing them. Where he can be the demon that tries to win the brothers over for their permission to date them (instead of them being too intimidated to tell him no.) Where he can be the demon that walks them to RAD without stares and whispers following them on campus. Where he can just be the demon they love, without consequence or obstacle or any deep rooted hatred.

The world doesn’t work like that.

 “Lord Diavolo...?” they wave their hand in front of his face, a concerned expression on theirs, “Are you alright? You just zoned out-”

“Fine, I’m fine MC.” he coughs into his hand, hoping his embarrassment doesn’t show, “Ah...yes, I would be happy to accompany you to Bayside Bonanza Worlds of Wonder.”

“Without the...bump in the road?” they laugh awkwardly, wincing as they catch Barbatos’s eye.

Right, that. Even though that man had been of no danger to Diavolo, if anything had happened to him Barbatos would have had both their head and Belphegor’s. He always thought human beings were beautiful, just like them, but that had been his first exposure to how wicked human beings could truly be. They do coexist with demons already, but it’s a parasitic relationship where the demons take and take and the humans only get worse and worse. Demons suck the life out of humans, they consume them whole, desires and all. It’s a terrible thing, and even though Diavolo knows he’s a demon himself and that he’s not exempt from these things, he wants to do whatever he can to change it.

They only inspire him, spur him on, make his lofty ideals seem possible.

“Without the bump in the road.” he whispers, reaching across the table to offer them his hand.

They take it without a second thought, and their lack of hesitation is as amusing as it is reassuring. They really aren’t scared of it, are they? It’s not just about Diavolo being a demon anymore, or about him being demon royalty. It’s about the responsibilities being close to him will bring. It’s about the fate of two entire realms, resting in their hands, and he wants to ask if it’s as exhausting for them as it is for him but he doesn’t.

He doesn’t feel like he has to, because with them, he is stronger.

Diavolo has always been concerned about what his spoiled upbringing did to his character, whether he forced Barbatos to stay with him or whether he imposed his will a little too hard onto Lucifer during meetings. Now he has to worry about what it will do to them, and their bright smile that he wants to keep all to himself. It’s why he holds himself back, refusing to ask them to accompany him anywhere, but their steady acceptance and even them seeking him out voluntarily has his restraint dangling by a thread.

It won’t be long until he leans in, souls flaring with desire, and captures them. It doesn’t matter what part of him he takes first, as long as he can drag his mouth along the soft patches of skin and make the flesh scream Lord Diavolo was here.

Guilt crashes over him the second the desire subsides, and he feels the need to apologize to them almost immediately. What is he thinking? He’s so jealous of the brothers that get to crowd them every day that he’s losing his mind. He wants to be that close to them, he wants to be able to waltz into their room and sit on their bed and play Mononoke Land but he can’t, and he’s so very sorry.

Being a demon and having desires is who he is, and yet he finds himself apologizing for it every chance he gets.

He doesn’t want to scare them.

“You’ve never scared me.” they whispered, brow furrowed as they trailed a hand down his face, “Diavolo, I promise you’ve never ever scared me.”

It was the first time they told him they weren’t scared.

The first time they’d said his name.

It was the first time someone held him that gently, and the first time someone had treated him like a friend.

Diavolo finds himself staring at them again, and when they squeeze his hand he squeezes it back.

He has only one desire now.

And damn it, that desire is to be able to love them.

[havecouraqe]

I can’t help but feel a little loss that Dae wasn’t the one for Kitty. Maybe it’s just me being biased but it seemed like one of those nice guys finish last tropes which I don’t always like. Dae is such a sweet, kind, and caring character. He never wanted to hurt Kitty but due to his financial situation, he felt like he had no choice but to go along with Yuri. You can see the pain in his eyes whenever Kitty was around them. He even slept on the floor outside her door just to make sure he wouldn’t miss her when she left.

His relationship with his family tells so much about who he is. As a son and as a big brother to Bora, you can see he loves his family a lot. The shock on his face when she tells him kids bully her anyway despite how her shoes look. He never wants anyone to be hurting. But then he saves enough money to surprise her with new shoes and buys the pears in remembrance of his mom. And then theres Kitty giving him her Mom’s necklace only a year into their relationship, it really shows how much she cares for him and knows how hard of time Dae was having with his loss because she can relate. I really wish we could have seen Kitty interact with his family because I’m sure there would have been cute moments but I know Kitty’s Korean isn’t good yet.

It also really sucks about Dae and Min Ho’s fallout because along with Q, they are such an amazing trio of friends. They support one another and protect each other, especially when they think Q is being cheated on. The death glare Min Ho gives Florian when they confront him is priceless. Dae never brings up to Min Ho about his suspicion that he might have a crush on Kitty because maybe he doesn’t want to believe it, doesn’t want to believe his best friend would do that to him.

But then we get to the final episode and when I tell you I cried, I cried. Kitty looked so afraid when telling Dae about having feelings for somebody else. Not only does she have to deal with the almost fight between Dae and Min Ho but she’s also so scared coming out to Dae. They are all each other knows and to Dae, this is sudden even though Kitty has had some time to think about who she is and is still figuring things out herself. Could he have handled it better? Yes, majorly he could have.

If they do come out with season 2 who knows if Dae will appear since he lost his scholarship. Suppose this is the end of the chapter for Kitty and Dae, it’s the best first love because they were so freakin cute. I wish they would have made the scene longer with them at the love locks since that is where they first met. All I know is Kitty and Dae will always be my otp.

[bluedalahorse]

Hi! I was wondering, what do you think Simon and Sara’s relationship is going to look like in season 3? It’s been shown that they had a really strong connection as siblings but do you think that might be permanently broken? I hope that you are having a wonderful day!!

Ahh, thank you for this message! And I very much love talking about the Eriksson siblings, so your ask has made my day.

As a heads up, I write from Sara’s POV in the longfic I share with @heliza24, and as such tend to think of a lot of the events in Young Royals from Sara’s point of view first. So this response may be more about her than about Simon, since I am wholly unused to thinking of things from his perspective. I invite some of my more Simon-savvy folks to weigh in on his behalf, if they see one of my points that they could build on. I have also linked some of my past metas in case they are illuminating.

So I am thinking—hoping—that the resolution to the Eriksson siblings falling out will be one of the major plotlines in season 3. I imagine that they will reconcile with one another, but I also imagine that Lisa will make us stress our way through it, because she takes great pride in playing with our emotions and making us cry.

Before I talk about season 3, I want to talk a little bit about what gets established as true in season 1. While Simon and Sara do have a strong bond with one another, there are also unspoken tensions running through their relationship from the beginning. Simon’s been parentified into a role where he thinks he has to look after Sara and help her find friends and be successful at school. Meanwhile, Sara wants to be more independent and have a chance to define herself outside of her home and her family. Sometimes this comes out in messy ways, like when she talks about her cheap riding pants. I also think about what’s unspoken, like when Simon has Rosh and Ayub wish Sara a happy birthday. This is an incredibly sweet gesture on Simon’s part. At the same time, I can imagine it was potentially pretty embarrassing for Sara throughout her teenage years to have no friends of her own, such that her brother attempts to share his friends with her.

On one hand, Sara and Simon celebrate one another’s happiness. Simon is glad to see Sara becoming friends with Felice, Sara teases Simon in a loving way when she figures out his relationship with Wilhelm is taking off. On the other hand, they are also starting to keep secrets from one another. Simon’s going to see his father, for instance. While on the surface, that’s mostly about the “business” of the money and the booze and so on, I think there’s also a part of Simon that misses connecting with his father over music and other things. There is a part of him that wants things to be better, who (based on what Ayub says, anyway) always ends up disappointed. Meanwhile, I would argue that Sara and August are already developing attraction to one another before the video gets released. Even without the video release happening it’s likely more would have happened between them and that this would have affected Sara’s relationship with her family and friends, although it would have happened in a very different way.

ANYWAY. Part of the reason I’m bringing up this rehash of season 1 in the first place is that I think we as a fandom tend to idealize that scene with Sara teasing Simon about being in love with a prince. And it’s incredibly cute! It’s easy to feel sympathy for Sara in that moment because she’s doing something a lot of members of fandom would do in her place. Wouldn’t we all love to tease Simon about being in love with Wille? 

Outside of that scene, though, there are other moments where the Eriksson siblings aren’t quite on the same page, or there’s tension between them that’s going to come out in other ways later. Not because one or both of the Eriksson siblings is evil, but because they’re both growing up and figuring out who they are and what they value, with all the mistakes along the way that entails. Even if the video never got released, they still would have had to reconcile the different people they are becoming and the different ways they grapple with their family history of trauma. August is not the root of the tension between them, but he is the catalyst that brings that tension to the surface. In another situation, it might have been something else. I think any good reconciliation scene has to have that complex understanding of their season 1 relationship lying underneath it if it’s going to feel satisfying.

As for paths to reconciliation, I can’t say I know exactly how things are going to play out. I have a few thoughts about what sorts of plot points could make for good storylines (they don’t all need to happen, these are just different ideas I could see working) and a few things I don’t want to see happen onscreen. So I’ll organize them into bullet points below.

Things I’d be interested in seeing happen with the Eriksson siblings:

I keep wondering if Sara might run away or disappear for a while at the beginning of season 3 in a way that has people close to her worried. At the end of season 2 she’s costumed in a way that feels stuck between worlds, wearing the half of her Hillerska uniform without insignia and the purple jacket that matches her brother’s signature color. I don’t know if I believe Sara was taking that suitcase back to Linda’s house, at least not long term. I can see her trying to run away from everything. A situation like that could shake things up for both Simon and August and force them to talk to one another in situations that don’t involve rowing or drug intrigue, and that could make for interesting interpersonal drama. Like a scene where August and Simon actually have to interact honestly and there’s impassioned yelling of truths? Give it to me. I’m honestly more excited for that than I am for sweet Wilmon moments, because I’m 99% certain I’m getting enough sweet Wilmon moments to make me happy, but I don’t know if I’m getting anything equivalent to the “Simon beats up August in a field and then August rocks and cries” scene we see in 1.3, and I love that scene.

I’d also love a series of events where Wilhelm and Sara get to know one another more, and Wilhelm then acts as the person who helps the siblings reconcile. There’s a reason the writing team has gone out of their way to keep Wilhelm and Sara from interacting for so long, and it’s probably because they have some deeply significant interaction planned between them. Wilhelm would also be motivated to help Simon and Sara reconcile because he knows what it feels like to lose a sibling. And I think it would help Sara to get to know Wilhelm, too. She doesn’t know much about him the way the audience does. At the beginning of season 2, Sara isn’t super trustful of Wilhelm, and given what she knows about him, this actually makes perfect sense. I can see his coming out speech at the end of season 2 as something that lays the foundation for her to trust him more fully, though of course their relationship would need to be built up over time.

A storyline where Sara is pregnant could theoretically be on the table. This one opens up thematic questions about adulthood and whether we can break generational cycles, and that could be the catalyst for some worthwhile Sara-Simon conversations. If Sara decides to seek an abortion, she might be in a position where she confides in Simon about that. This could shift the calculus of their relationship a bit—before, Simon’s protectiveness  of Sara, although well-intended, has always had him responding to her as if she is younger, or at least less mature. Yet this would be a situation that they could respond to as young people entering adulthood, perhaps more as equals. Alternately, combining this idea with the idea above, what if through a series of events it ends up being Wilhelm who finds out that Sara is pregnant and supporting her through the abortion process? There’s potential there, too.

If Sara doesn’t run away, she may try to move in with her father. I know a lot of people don’t think it’s likely, but she went through enough life-changing things last season. If she doesn’t feel comfortable going home to Linda, maybe she feels like going to her dad is the only place she can go. This could also push her relationship with Simon in new directions, and push them to have some needed conversations.

Overall, I would also like Sara and Simon to realize that they have some important things in common, and that they are more alike than they are different. Both of them are deeply empathetic and caring, but also at times guarded because of their past traumas. Also for fuck’s sake they somehow managed to fall in love with the teen boys who were first and second in line for the throne, and yet neither of them comes across as particularly monarchist. There’s got to be a dark humor in that, right? I hope we get a scene where they’re able to laugh about that—not in a way that trivializes it, but in a way where you feel the gravity of their situation sinking in.

Things I don’t want to see happen:

I do not want to see Sara get a Dorothy Gale, humbling, click-your-heels ending where she’s back home and everything reverts back to “status quo” and we’re supposed to assume she’s happier, and it’s only then that she can reconcile with Simon. I especially do not want to see this in a universe where it looks like Simon’s going to end up an internationally renowned music star or Prince Consort or both. I just feel like this happens to female characters a lot, and so many female character arcs are about being humbled. It’s easy to think of the part of herself Sara shows at Hillerska as “not the real Sara” but… Sara is eighteen. She’s figuring out who she is. I think Sara At Home and the Sara At Fancy Boarding School are both real, in a way, and she’s figuring out how to integrate those aspects of her personality that are in conflcit. Maybe this is something I feel strongly about because of the way school, and especially university, helped me express sides of myself that I wasn’t able to express at home growing up. But if the message we get sent about Sara is that only her brother and her mother knew the “real her” and she should just be humble or whatever, I will eat an entire bar of soap out of rage or something.

Likewise for the show using rhetoric along the lines of, oh no, poor little naive neurodivergent Sara did not know August was a big meanie manipulative predator, gosh isn’t it great that we have confirmed that she was enough of a Virginal Ingenue for Simon to forgive her. Sara is neither a Virginal Ingenue who is fully pure of heart nor a Wicked Jezebel who intended to wreck her brother’s life so she could get laid in a fancy dorm room. Sara and August’s relationship was as complex and fascinating as Wilhelm and Simon’s even if the season 2 outcome was more negative by the end, and there are a lot of ways that the two mirror one another. I don’t want Simon to be like “oh I get it now, I can forgive you because you were a manipulated, perfect victim.” That would just feel… icky? And it would flatten what I see as an important connection between the siblings.

For the love of Freya and Epona, I do not want Sara to die. I don’t think she will, I think there was some interview where Omar said that no one was dying, and I hope I’m right about that. That would feel even more icky than the two plot points above, and it might be one of the few things that could kill my love of this series.

One thing that worries me about season 3 is that we really don’t have much indication of what Sara’s arc is going to be yet. There hasn’t been much promo material with Frida compared to the other actors and one news release way back in the day even listed her as “recurring.” Which, as one of Sara’s most steadfast enjoyers on tumblr, freaks me out a little. These promotional details would make sense in a “Sara runs away” scenario or perhaps a “Sara goes back to Marieberg” scenario.

Whatever the case, I hope Sara isn’t sidelined. I don’t think she will be—Lisa clearly has as much love for her as she does for the other characters—but I sometimes worry that if she were sidelined, fans wouldn’t care as long as Wilhelm and Simon got to kiss one another onscreen enough times and go on cute dates. Ultimately, though, I have to tell myself that this worry is all in my head, and that most fans in the fandom want to see Sara have a meaningful arc, and want Simon and Sara to have a chance to reconcile. So now all that’s left to do is wait and see what the new season yields, I guess?

In the meantime, we can always write fic about the two of them reconciling and see how close we get to canon!

[flimflamfandom]

Mordecai Heller’s Perfectly Normal Stroll Through the Park.

in which Mordecai walks through the park and doesn’t meet anyone who could make things awkward in any way, shape, or form.

Maybe it was the warmth of the day that did it. That got Mordecai to finally leave the apartment, and just...walk for a moment. Maybe it was the fact that none of his good jackets were left, so he had to leave the house in a shirt and vest without one. Maybe it was the small songs of birds.

Maybe it was just that it was a Saturday, and he couldn’t work, and he couldn’t focus, and he had to do something to occupy the time so Asa Sweet wouldn’t forget what Shabbat meant.

So, Mordecai walked. He paced, almost, before finally settling into a decent rhythm of steps - not too fast, or too anxious. Just...walking.

It was calm.

It was the most calm he’d been in ages, really. He softly smiled. The breeze was nice, and cooling, and the sound of children playing was, remarkably, not as annoying as it typically was. Perhaps there was something to be joyous about these day-

“Mordecai?”

Mordecai’s peaceful experience was shattered by his name. Not a lot of people around named Mordecai, probably - must’ve been him.

The voice was light, and soft. It belonged, very clearly, to-

“Miss Pepper.”

“What’re you doing out?” Ivy Pepper asked.

“I don’t work Saturdays.”

“I thought you didn’t do ANYthing on Saturdays.”

“Beg pardon?”

“Is that...not the point?”

“The point is to rest. This is...restful.”

“You look restless.” Ivy said. “I’ve never seen you in the park before! Or dressed down.”

“Well...” Mordecai looked at his outfit. “...it’s quite suitable, isn’t it?”

Ivy giggled. “Sure it is. Mind if I walk with you?”

“People will get ideas.”

‘Pfft, please. You look like my dad or older brother or something. Let’s catch up!”

“We are from rival firms.” Mordecai said.

“Ahhhh, that sounds like work talk.” Ivy crossed her arms, and smirked. She leaned in. “Please? Been itchin’ t’hear about stuff!”

“...fine.”

And so, Mordecai, who was planning on a peaceful walk, let Ivy tag along. He spoke.

“How are your studies?”

“Fine. Math’s getting to be pretty interesting! We’re doing non-linear algebra these days.”

“I see...” Mordecai smirked. “I’m glad you’ve gone into a more enterprising field than my sister Esther.” He sighed. “Entertainment.”

“...hehe, yeah.” Ivy, who was taking acting classes and even considering switching majors, tugged her collar. “Eeeeentertainment.”

“...oh, goodness, you’re not considering it, are you?”

“Well, I...i really like acting! I enjoy it, it’s fun!” Ivy protested. “Besides, it’s not gonna end up being my main thing...just...community theater and such. It’ll probably be nice...something to do when I inevitably end up as a stupid housewife.”

“I fail to see you ending up as a housewife, Ms. Pepper.” Mordecai said. “You’re far too...” He stuck his hands in his pockets, “far too...aggressively yourself. Wife, sure. Housewife, no. Absolutely not.”

“Heh, well...who knows?” Ivy shrugged. “...say, Mordecai, you never told me if you were married or not?”

Mordecai blushed. “There was...a girl. At one point, in Brooklyn.” He said.

“Ooooo,” Ivy cooed, “:She have a name, this girl, in Brooklyn?” She asked.

“She was named Alte.” He said.

“Pretty!”

“It’s Yiddish.” He said. “...then I found I was...not particularly keen on women. Or any sort of marriage or relationship at all. By that time, i had come to St. Louis.”

“...oh.”

“You sound disappointed.”

“Well,” Ivy laughed, “I just like the idea of there being a cute little Miz Heller running around the place.” She chuckled a bit more, and spoke, “ ‘evenin’, dearie, how was work?’ ‘oh, terrible, Asa is a chump and I wish i worked for the Daisy again.’ ”

Mordecai...laughed a little. He tried hard to hide it.

“Hah! I made you laugh!”

“You...” He laughed a little more. “You did not.”

“Did too!”

“Did not.” “Did  too!” She stuck her tongue out at him. He sighed, and smiled. he put his hands in his pockets. “...I...I will admit, the idea of a spouse has been...entertaining. But truth be told, I think I am far too specific and peculiar a person.”

:”Nah. You just know what you like.” Ivy said, patting his back. “And that’s not having a spouse.”

“Hmm.” He walked.

“...I gotta get going...speaking of relationships.” Ivy checked her watch. “I gotta meet Calvin.”

“...Ivy.” He spoke. “About the Daisy...” Mordecai turned to face her as she walked away. She saw him, the sun peeking over his head. She looked.

“Yes, Mordecai?”

“...nevermind. I...lost it.” He said. He waved. “Stay safe. It is a dangerous business, yours and mine.”

“Will do, Mr. H!” With that, she was off.

Mordecai stood for a moment, and sighed.

He walked back home.

[kanene-yaaay]

A Method to De-Stress

Warning: None. Just a very silly tickle fic. Romantic pairing. Tickly kisses. Lee!Aang and Ler!Katara. Around 1000 words.

Kanene's notes: Found myself wanting to write a loving fic with Katara and Aang being the most PRECIOUS and SOFTEST w each other except for Katara having the need for blood laughter. I will post a title and organize everything better tomorrow abshyegebsjs I am sleepy.

[~*~]

Katara could swear she was feeling a vein on her forehead about to explode from the sheer amount of stress that only grew stronger with each line of the report she read about the reconstruction of the South Pole. Not for the first time she wished that Appa could fly quicker, not for the first time she hoped he wouldn’t.

Huffing a tired breath - she was supposed to be enjoying the little alone time she got with Aang, and instead… - she closed the paper with a decisive fluid movement, shoving it on her purse before looking at her boyfriend.

The Avatar was too focused on directing the flying bison to notice her stare, giving the waterbender plenty of time to watch at him with what her brother called ‘gooey eyes’ before a very specific smile grazed her lips.

The perfect idea of how de-stress just flicked on her mind.

“Aang, sweetie, can you come here, please?”

The other turned around with the same happy excitement he always had when Katara used the sweet petname, blinding smile and a loving gaze that got too unfocused for a few seconds before he managed to get his head out of the clouds painting his features.

“Alright!” He then turned to Appa, petting his head. “I will be right back, ok, buddy? Just keep flying forward and soon enough we'll take a break with plenty of berries for you to eat!” 

Then, in a blink, he was jumping over the saddle and poppling himself in front of the girl, his entire body facing hers, faces close and attentive eyes clued on her, as if Katara was the wind in a good day for sail, guiding and pulling him close like a nature force that he couldn’t bother (nor want) to fight against.

That was perfect for her idea, of course, even if she wanted to laugh and coo about how easy the airbender was making this for her.

“What is it, KatarAH!”

She smiled, softly, innocently, as happy as a polar goose bear who just got their prey as she watched the other shout a loud, incessant laughter. The surprised sound filling and running across the entire atmosphere, chasing the birds in the air and jumping around the clouds as her hands - still attached to his sides no matter how much he squirmed and trashed - squeezed and tickled the spot freely, without a single worry in the world.

“BWAHAHAAIT! WAIT, WHYHIHIHI!” With a content and a tad questioning hum she gently lowered him to the floor when her fingers, skilled from years and years of tickle fights and surprise wiggle attacks with Sokka, wormed their way to the delightful, horribly ticklish base of Aang’s spine, prodding and poking incessantly at the spot as the younger’s his legs gave out under him.

“Why what, Aang? What is the matter? Did something happen for you to get so giggly out of sudden?”

“YEHEHES!” Tui and La, Katara almost forgot how cute his voice gets when she tickles his spine with tiny, careful pinches, each one of them pulling more and more squeaky shrieks. “Yohoho’re tihihIIIIH TIcklING mHEHEHE! Mwhehehe! Nohohohoho!”

“Tickling you?” Katara gasped, ignoring the avatar’s hands batting hers, the touch both too uncoordinated and too light to really diverge her from her objective, the tip of her fingers dancing upwards to scratch all the sensitive spots on his ribs, making his laugher much more high pitched and lost in hysterical giggles for him to do much more than nod non stop to answer her question. “But how so! I am simply resting my hands here, on your very ticklish ribs and there is no problem with me choosing to rest them here, is there? I spend the whooole morning working, they’re tired from writing so much. You won’t force your own girlfriend to take them away, will you, Aang, sweetie?”

“Mmmmhehehehee! Katara!!” He tried to squirm, cheeks involuntary getting hotter with both the nickname and how his muscles melted with the careful touch and silly teases. Still, the light, unbearable tickles kept following every little twist and wiggle of his torso with a determination that could rival Zuko’s when he wanted to capture him. “Ihihihit tickles sohohoh much!!” 

“Please, Aang? Pleeeease.”

He made the horrible mistake of opening his eyes, only for them to be captured by the biggest, prettiest and bluest gaze he had ever seen in his life (and he had seen very beautiful things!), and suddenly every single muscle in his body gave up, all the fight flying away from his spirit in a single giddy breath. She indeed had worked so much these days…

Oh, he was done for, wasn’t he?

“Ohohohokay!”

“Really?” She beamed, and grey eyes watched the exact moment the innocent, pleading disappeared her gaze and was promptly overpowered by a hungry, predatory smirk. “Perfect.”

He felt as the hands that, before, were barely fluttering against his skin closed in fists, knuckles now resting on the tickle spot, and in a sudden hysterical piece of second he realized exactly what he just walked in.

“Katara!”

And then she attacked.

(...)

“Thank you, Aang!” Her words were playful and happy as she peppered a series of quick butterflies kisses on his red cheeks, little huffs of snickers painting her tone as the act only made the other’s tired giggles flow faster.

“Nooo,” his hands were clued on her shoulders, caught between the need to push Katara away before the moment grow into a second tickle attack and basking on how nice the lovely kisses felt. “Yohohou know thahat my cheeks are tihihihicklish!”

With a last chuckle, Katara laid a last kiss on his forehead, finally letting the boy snicker, titter and snigger his way out of the giddiness of the tickling and the adrenaline of the surprise attack. His arms let her go to hug his own torso, a couple of tired kicks being the materialization of the somersaults his stomach kept doing.

Both of them carried gigantic smiles on their faces (one a tad more adoring than the other, that is true) and a joyful wrinkle around their eyes, clothes being softly jolted by the wind as Appa calmly kept passing under the clouds.

Katara knew that there would be more problems and papers and responsibilities and choices waiting for her, no matter the place or time, that was just life.

Still, with Aang's laughter still ringing clear on her ears, Momo jumping on her shoulders to convince her to give him a snack and a grin still stretched on her face, suddenly none of this felt so overwhelming. 

"I do." She chuckled and Aang's smile blossomed wider, probably already thinking about revenge and surprising attacks, she would have to be careful to not let him out of her vision field for the day. "That I do."

A wonderful method to de-stress, indeed.

[justtluffythings]

HOME: Book 8 - CHAPTER TWO

MASTERLIST

September 2, 1991

Dear Charlie,

I’m fairly certain you would have found your way to dragons with or without me, but I’m more than happy to take the credit. Either way, I’m so glad you’re enjoying it!

The students arrived yesterday, and it was such a strange feeling being on the other side of it. We had the sorting ceremony, and McGonagall asked ME to do it!! I thought that was so sweet of her, and I was so honored to be the one to greet the first-years and get them sorted into their houses. It was such an emotional moment for me. 

And guess who I saw when I went out to introduce myself to them... Ron! He looked so cute in his uniform, and it was so surreal seeing the unsorted uniforms on him. And you know what? He’s made a friend already. And you’ll never believe who it is! HARRY POTTER! I know! Can you believe your brother is friends with THE Harry Potter? And I get to be one of his teachers! It’s crazy.

You’ll be happy to know they’ve both been sorted into Gryffindor, though I was really hoping Ron would join me in Ravenclaw, but those Weasley genes are so deep rooted in Gryffindor, it’s absurd. Maybe I’ll get lucky with Ginny next year; I’ll keep my fingers crossed. Anyway, there’s this adorable Gryffindor girl named Hermione. She’s like a little mini version of me. From her looks to her brains, I’m so surprised she wasn’t sorted into Ravenclaw. But either way, I like her already. I can tell she’ll be a fun one to teach. There’s also this sweet little boy named Neville and this other boy… Draco Malfoy. Doesn’t your dad work with a Malfoy? I’d bet anything it’s his son. And from the stories your dad’s told us, I wouldn’t doubt it if his son turns out to be just as bad as Malfoy Sr. He’s going to be a brat, just you wait and see. I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt of course, but if he so much as looks at Ron in the wrong way… so help me Merlin.

Classes start tomorrow, and I’m so nervous. A few measly months ago, I was attending classes and now I’m teaching them? Who allowed this?

When do you get to start working with the dragons? Did they give you a timeline?

Miss you loads,

Veronica

***

September 15, 1991

Dear Ronnie,

Oh wow, Harry Potter? Really? I guess we always knew he was Ronald’s age, but I never thought about the possibility of him coming to Hogwarts. Does he really have the lightning scar on his forehead? History of Magic is going to be interesting with him there, that’s for sure. What I wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall in that class. How is Binns meant to teach about the First Wizarding War with that poor boy in the class? I’m glad he’s chosen to be friends with my brother and not Malfoy though, at least he’ll have someone with a good head on their shoulders showing him the way. And he’s lucky to have you as his professor. You’ll be a good role model for him.

That was so sweet of McGonagall to do, I’m sure she knew how much it would mean to you. And what can I say? Those Weasley genes are strong, so I wouldn’t hold my breath for Ginny if I was you. Hermione and Neville sound great, and it seems like you’re getting to know the first-years fairly well, which is nice. I know you were worried about that. I would wish you good luck on your first day of classes, but they’ve passed already, and besides, I’m sure you were amazing. You’ve always been a great teacher.

I love how protective you are of my brothers. I know they’re safe as long as you’re there.

For the last four weeks, I’ve just been observing, but finally tomorrow, I get to go into the enclosure and work with the dragons up close. I’m a bit nervous, but mostly really excited. I’ll start out by feeding them and cleaning their dung, which isn’t the most fun job in the world, but hey, it’s with dragons so I can’t complain. After a month of doing that, I’ll finally get to start training them, and that’s what I’m looking forward to most.

Tell me how your classes went!

Miss you more,

Charlie

[justalittlebitofpositivity]

Does anyone else look at their family, like really look at them, and notice that they’ve grown even more? Sometimes I look at my mum and I notice a few extra lines marking her face where age has began to creep up on her, and she’s beautiful (so much so that I spent years wishing I looked just like her) but then I come to the realisation that it means death lingers that much closer to her. It’s fingers feel like like they’re only a brush away from snatching her from me and I cry even now thinking about it.

My mum wasn’t perfect as I grew, because no person is ever, but if there’s one thing in every life I would never change it’s her. As much as she has watched me grow older and begin to become my own person, I have watched her do that too. We talk now, about all the things that bother us and worry us, and I don’t think we ever stop being a child at heart because all those worries from when you were a child are still there just buried deep under the pressures of life. She had a rough childhood and did everything in her power to make sure we didn’t and that’s the kind of love that I’m sure makes the stars burn. That’s the kind of love I have grown to carry myself. And that’s the kind of love I have for her and all the rest of my family.

My little sister, she’s almost eight but I swear just yesterday she was born. And time really did fly because one second I could cradle her, the next I could walk alongside her and now she runs on ahead. She becoming fluent in boy talk, ‘this boy is cute and this boy held my hand and today this one kissed my cheek’ and she plays with toys instead of breaking them. She’s considered ‘bossy’ and ‘rude’ but I’m so proud of her because I know that means she’ll grow up to know what she wants and speak up when she feels like it. She’s kind too, always sharing her sweets and giving any money she can to the homeless, god forbid she sees me on a bad day because that’s not acceptable unless she can give me a hug so long I begin to squirm.

My little brother, he’s just began his teen years but the memories I swear are the freshest are when my barbies fostered his soldiers. He used to make me sing the most annoying song to him at night, he wouldn’t sleep otherwise (and for the record I can’t sing for the life of me). Now, he’s more interested in his friends and video games and I’ll listen to him rant about what this boy did to that boy on this game if it means new memories. He’s tough, or at least always acts like it, but I know he’s soft-hearted and kind too because I’ve seen it. I’ve seen the way he angers if someone picks on the baby of the family and I’ve seen the way he glares at men on the street when walking with our mum and I’ve seen the way he patches up a scraped knee when the younger ones fall (even if it is with a laugh underlying his tone).

I used to have to fight fights for him, when he’d run his mouth a little too much, he’s big enough to do that for himself now (for himself and our little sister) but I hope he knows I would fight to the ends of time if it meant he’d be alright.

I have older sisters too, two of them. They’ve moved out now and every couple months, when they come to visit, something has always changed. Their hair, their style, their friends or their attitude. I won’t lie and say I remember much of them (they were always closer to each other then they were to me) and they’ve always been too busy caught up in life and now what is your early twenties to really think too much about what the rest of us are doing but what really matters is that they’re safe. I know they are, and I’ve long grown to be content with not knowing more as long as that’s the case.

They’re all ever changing and it’s scary, like all things time consumes we’re all beginning to wash away, let my love for them not be one of them.

However long you think you have with them, halve it and then halve it again.

No time is ever going to be long enough. Not truly.

Maybe you don’t realise it because you see them so often but age *is* creeping up and if something else doesn’t take them age *will*. It isn’t fair but it is life. Spend more time with them, notice them, listen to them. That’s something worth much more than a bit of money left behind.

[winderlylandchime]

Okay hi, i am back (hopefully i am not annoying) but i did say I have feelings about chapter 12 as well, didn’t i? I absolutely loved this chapter! The beginning alone with describing the sadness Justin felt made me in a way -not happy- but close to it? You really did an excellent job in portraying a Justin that is in recovery and maybe even slightly recovered. It’s like night and day with the Justin in the previous chapter vs in this one. I absolutely loved it. Then we get a bit of Ben and Justin? Love it! I always kind of hated how the show never gave us some moments between certain characters so this was cute, even just Ben being a little protective of Brian? LOVE IT! And then obviously my third favorite Emmett enters the story and it makes everything better but the thing i really loved? Michael and Justin. I always loved in the show how slowly they connected over rage or like when they went to that Chinese store for that tea in S4, or how Mikey helped Justin move into that studio. I loved those moments bc it showed Mikey in a different light (even if they kept ruining that one for me), so i was very happy that you had that moment with them. So fucking sweet and it really made the story even better. “You left the suits” literally had me in a facepalm type of moment. Idiots that can’t talk about their feelings. But my gosh when they finally found their footing and they talked in their own way? MY HEART IS HEALING!! it genuinely made me giggly and excited. If a 4 page keyboard smash would be good enough portrayal of how i felt about this chapter, that would be an official review of it. “He feels Brian’s arms come around to embrace him and he feels something within him settle.” YES YES YES!! this line actually made me smile so fucking much that my cheeks started to hurt! I am so fucking happy about this chapter and also heartbroken that it ending. I don’t want it to end but I also can’t wait for the epilogue. The amount of feelings I have in my heart right now is insane. Once again sorry for rambling in your inbox

Dear sweet anon you could NEVER be annoying. You’re coming to me of your own free will to tell me how my writing made you feel? Seriously, how lucky am I?

I’m so glad Justin’s recovery came across without having to spell it out. I struggle a lot with showing not telling. I’m also glad that it came across as “recovering” not “recovered” because I never want therapy in fic to be a deus ex machina (because, sadly, that’s not how therapy works).

I wish the show gave us more Ben and Justin! I love how LaVieEnRose has several fics where their relationship develops and also Myrna has some great Justin & Ben fics. I think Ben here was being protective of Brian by way of being protective of Michael - he definitely doesn’t want his new boo all worried sick over his last partner, which translates to making sure Brian is okay. (Remember in S3 when Brian is showing up all the time at their place? Yeah, Ben wants to make sure Brian’s okay because he would just like to eat his soba noodles and tofu in piece, thank you.)

Michael and Justin is such an interesting dynamic - they are very much older brother and younger brother (who’s older and who’s younger is up for interpretation) and have a clear sibling rivalry. I think Michael likes defending Brian but even more so, he likes defending Justin against Brian.

“You left the suits” is the only way I could imagine these two idiots (affectionate) talking around what needs to be said. It’s like that meme “Not only would he not say that, they wouldn’t communicate like that.” I mean these are idiots who discussed Justin’s cheating and the decision to reunite with a grand total of “I understand what’s expected and who you are” and “no more violin music” like… so keeping them in character and getting them back together is pretty much impossible, so I’m glad it worked for you. And made you happy!

The epilogue is going to be all happiness and I’ve already started working on it (the last few lines have been planned since the start).

[darkestspring]

yandere targaryen pt 2

a/n: i’ve been waiting for write part two for a while but i’ve been busy with other requests and work and my brain has 1000 ideas but i can never focus on one, im starting a yandad daemon series soon so look out for that but part one to this series can be found here. i hope you enjoy!!! as always i dedicate this to @missglaskin​ for always inspiring me and being such an ammazing write like wow!!! we’re pretty blessed to be able to read your amazing content huh. and special dedication to @frankcastleonlyfans​ for listening to my stupid ramblings about maegor and my other targaryen series. enjoy!

it seemed as though everything had changed the moment that alicent had married your father, rhaenyra’s anger never ceased and she kept you with her at all times

daemon was still exiled and continued to write you letter, promising to take you away. wouldn’t that be fun, he’d write, an adventure for just the two of us.

you did think it was fun but you were careful not to mention the letters to anyone.

alicent had given birth to your younger brother, aegon II and you had adored him from the moment he was born.

rhaenyra hated that you spent so much time away from her. she hated that her father had marrried her friend. she hated that she was expected to marry. all she had was you and even then, alicent was trying to steal you away.

on aegon’s second name day, it all came to a head. rhaenyra ran away after confronting her father over trying to marry her to jason lannister. she had taken you with her into the woods in her rage.

viserys and alicent had both demanded that you be found. even if ser criston cole ran aftet the both of you, it was dangerous. you must be safe.

rhaenyra clung onto you as she walked further in, you were all she cared about.

“sister, do you love me?” she’d ask you, her eyes settled on you with intensity. you had smiled at her. “of course, i do. i love you and alicent and father very much, aegon too.” the answer left her dissatisfied, she wanted you to love her more

in the end of your trip, both she and you were covered in blood, leaving alicent to panic over you. what had happened to her sweet girl, her beloved daughter.

it had all been a blur after that, rhaenyra had gone on tour to choose a husband. it had been suggested that you marry as well but viserys denied it for now. he wished for your happiness above all.

rhaenyra had sobbed into your shoulder when her request for you to come with had been denied. you were her sister not alicent’s, why could you not be with her. rhaenyra left with sorrow as you waved at her from a distance.

you had gotten much closer with alicent and aegon. he followed you everywhere and you thought it was cute. your own little shadow, viserys had remarked playfully once.

alicent had given birth once more, to a girl named Helaena, you adored her even more, always taking her with you when you explored outside. she would watching the animals and bugs as she rested her head on your shoulder. what a lovely thing she was.

months later, rhaenyra returned without a husband, earning ire from your father and daemon returned, leaving you full of joy.

you had flung yourself into his arms when you had caught up to him after your father had hugged him

he had hugged you just as close, his precious girl. he had missed you too much.

maybe that’s why it hurt just as much when he left. alicent had told you that there were rumors that rhaenyra had been with your uncle in a brothel, you refused to believe it. not your sister.

everything seemed to be getting once, you had to say goodbye to otto tearfully as he left his position of hand of the king. rhaenyra was engaged to leanor valeryon

even when rhaenyra returned to prepare for the wedding, alicent clung to you more but wouldn’t tell you why. she would glare at rhaenyra with such intensity and you felt lost at every turn.

you felt like things were getting out of hand, especially when ser criston had killed ser joffrey. you had begged your father to spare him. you could not lose someone you cared for. you had begged rhaenyra to understand. you had held laenor as he sobbed.

why were the winds changing? why was everything going bad? why were your maids changing every day. Alicent clung to you more as everything changed.

Marriage is not a suitable thing for you, she’d tell you when you asked to be married off, to help support your family. I need you here with me, my lovely daughter. I need you most, please don’t think about leaving.

a chill went down your spine at the look in her eyes. had alicent always been this possessive over you? always wanted to keep you so close to her? you wished you had an answer.

[zafirosreverie]

i have an idea wednesday addams meeting reader who has a melanie martinez, maybe fran bow aesthetic, or this tiktok account's aesthetic https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSedsmvSe/ (because pastels), and reader's family also has that type of aesthetic, addams and reader's family meet? i don't know if you take asks or requests but i just had an idea and i wanted to share it with the class

this is what I call a magnificent contribution !! Thanks for sharing it with the class, you have an A +

Also, thank you so much for letting me write for another fandom!! I hope you like this little fic <3

Devil likes pastel color (Platonic Wednesday x Fem!Reader)

“Hallo!” you smiled as you approached the black haired girl next to you. 

In the month you have been there, a lot of classmates have approached you, wanting to be your friends and making you feel welcomed, because a new girl in the school was always a rare but awesome thing, and you were so nice and lovely, the kind of person everyone would want around. 

Everyone, except Wednesday Addams. The girl wasn’t rude to you, she just didn’t talk or even see in your direction, which you respected. You find her fascinating, but after the first attempt to befriend her, where she commented on your “utterly horrible and eye burning clothes”, you stopped trying. You laughed it off, of course, but never bothered her again.

Too bad the teacher didn’t care about Wednesday’s wishes at all and paired you with her for the next project. Well, you could always try to make this a pleasant experience for both of you. Which would be easier if the girl would even look at you.

“How are you?” you tried again

She remained quiet. You started to feel a little awkward, but your parents taught you to be patient with people.

“So...what do you think we should do for our project?” you asked and smiled again. 

“We can see how long it takes a wolf to eat a small human” she finally answered. 

You were making progress!! Good! And this was something you actually knew about, so it was amazing! Too bad you didn’t hear the sarcasm in her voice, nor caught the hint about you being the small human. You totally missed her threat.

“Well, it depends. Wolves usually eat 3.3 pounds of meat per day, 22 if they’re starving. So, I’m guessing between 6 and 43 days, depending how angry is it” you smiled. 

Wednesday frowned and finally looked at you. You had listened about how she could make anyone fear her with only looking at them, but to you, it was a victory. If you were honest, she was the most interesting person you’ve ever met. 

“How much do you weigh?” she asked and raised an eyebrow.

This time, you understood the meaning and couldn’t help but giggle. She was so cute. 

“Enough to feed a growth wolf, that’s for sure” you said “But I doubt Akela would allow any other wolf near me” 

The other girl blinked and her whole posture changed. She even turned so she was fully facing you this time. Second point to you!

“You have a wolf?” she asked

“Oh yes, he’s such a good boy, always protecting us from people who get too close. I think he still has a hand on the basement. Not sure whom it belonged to. But don’t worry, he’s sweet with the people we like” you finished with a huge smile. 

By the way Wednesday’s face changed from annoyed to interested, you knew you had her full attention now.

_________________

“Can I help you?”

You smiled when a lovely tall lady in a black dress greeted you. It had been a month since that project you and Wednesday did and you two became good friends since then. Everyone at school thought it was odd, because you two were total opposites, but for you it only made your friendship even better! Besides, your pastel dresses always looked better with Wednesday’s black ones, you made each other stand out.

Yet, this was the first time you came to her house. At first, she said she’d prefer to work at your place because that way her younger brother wouldn’t bother you (even if the idea of Akela attacking Pugsley was tempting for her), but then it was just that she enjoyed the way you and your family treated her, 

Don’t get it wrong, deep inside she loved her strange family, but being the older (and better) child meant her parents would usually expect too much from her, and you were a single child, which meant you and your parents would give her all your attention. Besides, she discovered your parents were amazing. 

They shared your same pastel aesthetic, but also your creepiness. You weren’t cruel, far from that, in fact, she’d often find your manners and sweet talk too cloying for her taste, but there were times when a darker side of you would come out, usually if you were in trouble or danger, and those, those were her favorite moments. When you’d get all psycho and murder. She found it kind of cute.

There was only so much her parents could teach her, but your parents were still a box of surprises and she loved learning new ways of using knives, chains, poison or raising spiders. But after a month of getting to know you all, she decided it was time for you to meet her family too. 

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Addams” your mother said, with a big smile “We apologize for any inconvenience, we’re just here to leave our little princess”

The woman frowned but before she could say anything, a man with a funny mustache and a cigarette approached her from behind.

“And who are these people with a horrendous sense of fashion, cara mia?” he asked.

Your parents laughed and this time your father presented you all in a better way.

“We’re the Y/L/Ns. Our little princess here was invited to your lovely house” your father said.

“Mother, father” a voice came behind the Addams “I invited her”

You smiled when Wednesday approached you all with a small smirk. She never smiled the way you or your parents did, but her smirk was still a nice touch. It fit her. 

“This is Y/N, and her parents, Y/F/N and Y/M/N” the girl said.

This time, the Addams seemed to understand and opened their eyes in realisation. 

“Oh, so this is the girl you kept telling us about, dear Wednesday” the woman said “Our apologies, we weren’t expecting you to have such...tastes in clothes” she said.

You and Wednesday looked at each other and smirked. You two knew what her parents would think about your family’s aesthetic, it was the same the black-haired girl thought at first, but you had the hope that, just like their daughter, the Addams could see past the pastel color and build a good relationship with them. 

You knew your parents would at least try.

___________________

“I think nuts could cover the amoniac” you casually said “Mom could help us bake some cookies”

Wednesday didn’t look up from her book, but you could see her rolling her eyes and smirking. 

You were right, your parents and the Addams quickly got along despite the initial suspicion from the goth family. And now it was common for you to spend days and nights at the Addams mansion or them visiting your place (although this was less common, since they didn’t like to go out too much). It was like having a second family! But despite getting to know them all now, Wednesday was still yours and your parents’ favorite.

That’s why you were a little mad about the current topic. 

It wasn’t rare for people to call Wednesday a freak or other names, but it never bothered her. She knew who she was and didn’t let anyone unimportant affect her. But you were another story. You hated people who judged others only because of their looks, it didn’t matter if they called you pretty or wanted to be your friends only because you seemed nice, if they dared to disrespect Wednesday, they were automatically on your black list. 

But even then, it was a thing to call other people nasty names (which was still wrong, but you could ignore it), and another too different was to try to punch her (thank god she was strong and stopped their hand before it could hit her face). 

You tried to fight them, but Wednesday just picked you up (again, she was really strong) and pulled you out of there. Needless to say, it surprised everyone at school. Nobody thought that sweet Y/N could be so scary or that creepy Wednesday would be the calmed one. 

If only they knew it was like that 60% of the time. 

“Ok, ok, what about a tea party at my house and I accidentally let Akela out?” you asked and smiled when the wolf under Wednesday’s feet looked at you, ready to follow orders.

“We would have to clean the blood from the carpets” she said “besides, that kind of junk food could give him indigestion” she finished, caresing Akela’s head. 

“Fiiiiiiine” you pouted “but I still think the cookie are a good idea”

The black-haired girl didn’t say anything but the smirk was all you needed. Both of you sat down in silence, enjoying the books on your hands, when something hit your window. It wasn’t a mystery who it could be, especially when other water balloons followed the first one. 

“Hey freak! Come show your face!” someone outside yelled.

You looked at Wednesday, but she only rolled her eyes and shrugged. Akela was alert and you could sense the change in the mood. He knew something was wrong, he could feel your anger. 

“Seems like they fell for the beauty and the beast explanation, uh?” she said and you frowned.

You had heard the rumors about her being some kind of witch who put a spell on you to control you, given that there was no other explanation as to why you would like to be friends with her. It was stupid and made you mad that they think you couldn’t make a choice for yourself or that they seemed to think about you as a fragil doll. Were they really stupid enough to believe it?

“Well, let’s show them who the beast really is” you smirked as you walked out, with Akela following you.

[robynlilyblack]

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I should breathe a little bit softer - Send me an AU along with a character and I'll write a lil blurb (royal au, soulmate, muggle, band etc)

Okay so this is a strange au idea and it's okay if you don't wanna write it or if it's not your kind of thing but like a horror au with Remus Lupin where reader and remus are good friends and hes been comforting her the past while as her friend group has been targeted by a serial killer and she's the last one left. Just like a little confrontation scene where she finds out that it's been remus this whole time.

I get that this is a weird and perhaps difficult request so you can just leave it if you want or change up the au how you see fit?

What have I done

Dark! killer! Remus Lupin x fem! reader

Horror/Serial Killer AU

Summary: Y/n goes to her friend for comfort, scared that she will be Hogwarts latest victim…little does she know the killer is a lot closer than she thinks

Warnings: dark fic, mentions of murder, death, and serial killings, mixture of disturbing and sad, slightly naive reader

A/n: 1.4k words, thank you! Okay so, it’s the same lines but it’s not really a confrontation, I’ve made it more tragic and sad as this was where my brain went so I followed it. I gave it my best shot, not sure how I feel about it but I hope it's okay xx

Navigation | Remus Lupin Masterlist | Part two from Remus' pov

You hugged yourself as you made your way along the hall towards Remus’ dorm. The entire day you felt like someone was stalking you, watching your every move as if you were their prey, a lamb ready for slaughter.

A month ago, your friends were telling Barty that he was being overdramatic and paranoid about feeling the same way you were at present, then a day later he showed up dead, murdered in the middle of a hallway. The school had barely gotten over that tragedy when Pandora was killed only a week later, followed by Evan, and then finally Regulus last week.

You were sure you were next, Regulus had a theory it had something to do with the party last month, a party the five of you attended before Barty and Evan dragged you out into the woods

Letting yourself into the dorm you found the other beds empty, with all the murders, James wouldn’t leave Lily’s side, Peter guarded the other girls' dorm, and Sirius had taken off, allowed to return to the Potters after his brother’s death.

Remus was fast asleep, soft snores coming from him as you kneeled on the bed “Rem” you place your hand on his shoulder, shaking him gently to wake him

He groans, face crunching up so cutely as he comes too, eyes narrow, squinting at your figure “Y/n?” he wonders

“Hi” you greet

You bite your lip, heat coming to your face as Remus scans your body, wishing you had something more than a nightdress on as it was rather cold

“What...what are you doing here?” he asks sitting up, looking confused before he sees the frantic look in your eyes “Are you okay?” he raises an eyebrow

You shake your head “No...I’m really scared” you confess climbing over his lap and hugging him tightly

Remus had been a good friend to you, you had always noticed him from afar but after Barty’s death he found you crying in the corridors and you finally spoke to him. He was sweet, didn’t mind you leaving a micture of snot and tears on his robes, nor did he mind you coming to him for comfort on more than one occasion.

It was strange, there was something, mysterious dare say dark about him but you found yourself falling for him, you felt oddly safe around him

“There, there” he pats the back of your head whilst you cry into the crook of his neck “Let it out” he tells you, voice calm and soothing 

“I..I…” you try to speak as you pull back, wiping your cheeks with the back of your hands “I think they’re coming for me next” you sob, voice wavering and cracking

He tilts his head “What makes you think that?” he coaxes, looking somewhere between concerned and interested but you really couldn’t see him anymore with constant flow of tears

You start trying to explain but it comes out an incoherent ramble Remus can’t make heads or tails of

“Hey…hey” he cups your cheeks, ending your babbles “I’m going to get you some water, okay?”

“Okay” you sniffle, letting him lift you off his lap and onto the bed beside him

Remus then leaves and goes into the bathroom, coming back with a small glass of water a few moments later

“Here” he gives you a half smile

“Thank you” you say returning his with a full one, gripping the glass with both hands and taking small sips

A few moments pass and you've have calmed down for the most part but there was a pit in your stomach, a sense of something impending in the air “Can you hold me?" you ask "Like...could I stay here tonight?"

His face flashes with something, too quick to register but he lifts the half empty glass from you rather quickly and places it on his bedside table before laying down, opening his arms for you to crawl into

“Come here” he hithers

You shift down and burry your head into his chest, feeling safe as his arms wrap around you, one drawing shapes on your back as the other traces over where the hem of your nightdress and bare thigh meet

“So, what were you trying to tell me?” he looks down at you, eyes almost sad, like he's worried about you

“I think I’m next. And i think it's to do with something my friends did last month” you begin while Remus listens intently, nodding along “You see we were going to a Slytherin party but Evan and Barty had this idea to blow it off and go to our treehouse in the woods instead. Which was fine, I don’t really like parties…but…” you begin to fiddle with his shirt

“But?” he extends the syllables

“Well we were sitting and they heard some howls, you know from the pack of friendly wolfs deep in the forest?” you say, eyes fixed on Remus’ chest

He hums “Yeah, I’ve heard of them” he says a little tense but you don’t pay any mind to it, continuing on

“Well Evan wanted to go see them and Bart follows him everywhere so he wanted to as well, then Pans said she wanted to study them, and finally Reg was just going to go to make sure they didn’t do anything stupid”

You explain, sniffling at you do, it hurt to say their names

“They left shortly after and I stayed for a few minutes, but I...I got scared up there alone so I followed them” Remus’ grip on you tightened “If…if…”

You catch your breath, tears in your eyes as you remember the sight you found them in. Four looking over a small family of wolfs, all dead on the floor...they never told you what happened, you even tried to help one but they dragged you away

“If I had known what was going to happen I would have forced them to stay...or maybe never left” you finish

Peering up at him, he looked sad, maybe even heartbroken at your speech, but he wasn't looking at you, he was looking deep into the room, almost like he was thinking

“Remus” you try gain his attention “Rem” you shift upwards, hands coming to tilt his face towards you before you fall into the space between in arm and chest, beginning to feel a little tired

He looks down at you, propping himself up to look down at you “Yeah?” his hand comes to push a stray hair from your face

Something felt...wrong, like you were running out of time

“I didn’t just come here because I was scared I’m going to die” his eyebrow raises “I wanted to tell you something...in case I never get another chance”

His hand cups your cheek, fingers smoothing the hair by your ear while his thumb caressed your cheek

“Rem you’ve been there for me this past month, comforting me and the time we spend together means everything to me”

Your hand moves over his larger one, a small smile on your face as his eyebrows knit and move upwards, lips parting

“But even before I always admired you from afar…” his eyes widen in surprise “…I just never knew how to approach you" you chew on your lip for a moment "I know it’s dark and twisted, but I’m happy I got to spend this time with you...even if it was these circumstances which brought us together”

You close your eyes, feeling light headed before opening them again, greeted with Remus looking a little…well you couldn’t place the emotion, all you could see with his eyes becoming glassy and watering as you continue, voice slowly getting quieter

“I know you might not feel the same…but I need you to know. I love you” his hand moves on your cheek as yours slips down, his fingers gripping into your hair line a tighter as tears threatened to fall “Rem I feel really tired” 

You feel your breaths becoming shorter, everything fading out but Remus’ heartbroken face…his arms cradling you close to him

“Y/n?” his voice is broken

You give him what you hope is a smile, eyes fuzzy and beginning to flutter closed, only opening with every small shake Remus gives you

“Rem I…” you never finish, eyes so heavy you can't open them, feeling the energy fainting from your body as you lose consciousness

The last thing you felt was your body flush against his before everything fell quiet and you started to feel cold

Then nothing except the faint echo of his voice

“What have I done”

Thank you for reading 💛

A/n: I did have an alternive ending for this which could be considerably darker from Remus' pov so if anyone wants to read that then let me know x

[adelheidvonschicksal]

Hey hey! <3 I read a few of your writings (mostly bnha lol)And your writing style MMH *chefs kiss* This is SO SO DAMN embarrassing since it's my first time requesting. Anyways, can we get some more Monoma x reader follow up on those two previous stories or not. Maybe showing subtle affection? KSHDKDJDKDJ no pressure if decide not to mwah mwah ♡

Pairing: Monoma x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: Unwanted advances, no smut, unhealthy sado/maso relationship; cursing; fluff if you squint

Summary: You have a small misunderstanding with your not quite boyfriend, but luckily he decides to trust you. So, you should enjoy it while you can.

Notes: Part of the degradation requestions; both of which can be found on chapters 96 and 101 on my Ao3 collection book. Let's pray this shows up in the tags despite the links.

Enjoy, hon!

Part 1 || Part 2 😊

Monoma has never told you much about his life. After all, what did you need to know other than how to take his dick, according to him. But seeing as how lately he’s been practically demanding you come home with him almost every day after school, you expect him to at least loop you in on a few things, such as the fact he has an older brother, who seems absolutely shocked to find a stranger in the house.

You know he’s the older brother simply by how strikingly similar they look with the same shade of yellow hair and blue eyes, albeit the elder Monoma has a much more vibrant shade than the pale power blue you’re accustomed to. Along with his taller height, it makes enough of a difference to where you’d say he was the more handsome one between the two of them.

The older family member corners you in the back of the hallway, and you’re too scared to do anything other than shake as he asks who you are.

“Neito invited me over,” you explain timidly, refusing to make eye contact with the taller boy as he leans over you, inspecting your bashful face. “He had to step out, and I was waiting for him.”

“Oh, I know who you are.” There’s a sense of familiarity in his voice, chipper and smooth, that makes you calm down a little. “You’re Neito’s girlfriend, the one from the school.”

There’s a joy jumping in your chest at the idea that Monoma talks about you at home, but you quickly have to strike it dead by reminding yourself that Monoma has never once referred to your relationship as being anything other than physical. “I’m not his girlfriend. We’re…friends.”

“So, it’s like that,” and you’re so embarrassed that he figured it out so fast that you wish you could run away from his amused gaze. “Hey, princess, why don’t I keep you company until he gets back.”

You feel your face grow hot from being asked so directly by someone who isn’t your Monoma. “Oh, uhm, I don’t know,” you answer, nervously ruffling the hem of your school skirt in your fists, and suddenly you feel an uncomfortable uneasiness settle itself on your shoulders as he takes a step forward.

“We can play some video games in my room,” he offers. “Or would you rather go somewhere else?”

“I really can’t. Neito told me to wait for him in his room, so I should probably go back…”

“Why waste your time with him? He’s probably out screwing some other chick,” he interrupts, and it makes you pause. There’s an ache in your chest that doesn’t stop despite you trying to distract yourself with more pleasant thoughts of your time with him. You know that it wouldn’t be out the norm for Monoma to be seeing someone else, but even then you didn’t want to do anything that would make your lover mad at you. He might even tell you to go away for good if you did, and you didn’t want to risk the relationship, no matter how unconventional you had with him.

Suddenly, you’re brought out of your thoughts by a strong hand on your wrist. “Come on. I’ll treat you real nice if you be my friend instead, princess. What do you like—movies, sweets, clothes. I bet you like really expensive jewelry, yeah. I’d be happy to take you shopping. I bet you’d be really cute in some new clothes.”

You’re frozen stiff as he leans in to kiss you. This was happening way too quick for you, so much so that your mind is having a hard time keeping up with the conversation. It’s by the grace of lady luck that you’re interrupted by ear-grating screech, cracking through the house. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Ah, looks like we’ve been caught.”

“We?!” you screech in your head. You didn’t even do anything; but as his brother releases you, you can already tell Monoma doesn’t believe the same thing as you turn your attention to him. “It’s been fun talking to you, princess. Let me know what if you change your mind.”

You can’t focus too much on his offer as you’re too worried about the seething glare in your direction from your friend. And it’s two words that make you afraid all over again. “Come. Here.”

Obediently, you bring yourself to his side, only for him to drag you to his room so hard that you think the muscle in your arm might pull. As you enter his room, he slams the door behind the two of you with a curse. “I can’t stand that bastard,” he rants under his breath before turning his sights on you.

You feel guilty as he circles around you even if you didn’t do anything.

“Fuck. I leave for less than 30 minutes, and you’re already trying to whore yourself out to my brother,” Monoma begins, and you feel your heart sink to your stomach as he angrily rants at you. Normally, you’d be turned on by such predatory stalking but this it makes your chest ache. “I’m so sick of that bastard always trying to bogart my belongings. So, what did he offer you, huh?”

You squeak. “It wasn’t like that.”

“As if I haven’t heard that one before,” he growls out at you, and you slowly start to realize why he may not have mentioned his sibling to you. “Just when I really start to expect better of you, you prove yourself to be a filthy whore at each turn.”

“Monoma, please,” you try to explain, but it’s hard when your eyes start to swell up with tears.

“Crying isn’t going to get you out of this. You know that doesn’t work on me.”

“But I’m telling the truth. I-I was really scared, and I didn’t know what to do when he wouldn’t leave me alone.” You hiccup and bring your hands to rub at your eyes but all it accomplishes is you staining your blazer. “I’m not interested in dating anyone else,” you whimper, “I love you so much.”

“We’re not dating, you stupid girl,” he screams at you, and you sniffle, too busy crying to poke fun at his reddening cheeks. “So, you’re not interested in anyone but me?”

You nod frantically. “You’re, you’re the only one I like, Neito. It was a misunderstanding I swear,” and he sighs as you start to sob louder into your hands.

“Alright. Alright,” he comments, trying to shake off the overwhelming heat taking over his cheeks. “I guess I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt since you’re claiming to be such a loyal little pet. So, straighten up your face, it’s ugly,” he demands, that familiar haughtiness blotting out his jealous tirade. You do your best to soak up your tears but it’s hard now that the gravity of the situation had time to settle in and makes you tremble, and Monoma sighs. “Here,” he states, rubbing his hand against your cheeks to help clean up the tears staining them. “Given the situation, let’s call it in for today. I’ll take you home.”

You’re shocked at his offer, accustomed to him sending you away after he was tired of hanging out with you. You’re even more shocked when he fixes the ruffled collar of your shirt.

You sniffle but you can still feel a smidge of happiness returning to you as he dusts off your shoulders. “Okay,” you agree.

“Okay?” Monoma huffs. “You can show more appreciation than that. I don’t give this kind of special treatment to just anyone.”

A sincere, thankful smile breaks through. “Thank you, Neito.”

Monoma scoffs lightly, avoiding eye contact with your soft gaze. “Just remember to walk behind me. I rather not have people get the wrong idea about us.”

“Yes, sir.”

[thegreencanary]

The Wrong One

Based on this request!

Summary: The gang goes out to a party and Billy has to stay behind with the kiddos. Until he gets a call.

Paring: Billy Hargrove x Female Reader

TW: Fighting, Cursing, Breaking the Law, Light sexy times (no full smut), Smoking. MINORS DNI. I’LL GET HOPPER ON YOUR BUTT.

A/N: this is my original work. I give NO ONE permission to copy it or post it somewhere else claiming as their own.

P.S: I was almost done and forgot to save the draft so now I have to START OVER 😭😭😭

7:45pm

Leather pants, Judas Priest T-shirt, and red heels; you felt good. Nancy, Vickie and Robin were in the kitchen pre-gaming, Jonathan and Eddie were in his van smoking and Steve was probably still screwing around with his look in the mirror. You managed to steal away to the room with the phone and made a call.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come tonight? I’m pretty sure El and Max can take care of that whole group…”

Billy had to play babysitter tonight, it was his turn; but you didn’t like going to parties without him. He was your safety net, it didn’t help that you’d been in love with him for years.

“I know they can, but Neil isn’t gonna be happy if I leave Max with kids her age…you know—“

“No I understand. We’re both babysitting tonight.”

Billy’s deep, sweet laugh made you smile and play with the phone cord. God you were in deep.

“Yeah I’d take the brats over drunk Wheeler any day. Plus you’ve got Princess Steve and I’m assuming Jonathan is getting high with Eddie.”

“Yes, yes and yes. BUT Nancy and Jonathan will be in a room before midnight screwing each others brains out. Eddie and his new boo thang will probably be the first to leave the party and Robin, Vickie, Steve and I have fun together.”

There was a pause on the other side of the line.

“You and Steve are going to be hunting tonight. I swear to God if you get drunk and hook up with Harrington I’ll never let you forget about it.”

“Oh come on Billy. Not in a million years. He’s like my brother! If anything I’ll be wingmaning him tonight and flying solo like always. ”

The pause was even longer this time. It felt heavy, a little awkward. You always stayed single because no one matched up to Billy in your mind.

“Well…make sure you have my number on you. If shit goes south call me. Or make it easy for someone else to call me so I can come help.”

“You got it. Hopefully you won’t have to ruin your night to come save us dumb drunks.”

“You’re cute when you’re drunk. MAX WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU— I gotta go, Max just started my car I’m gonna kill her.”

You chuckled as he hung up. A bright red blush painting your face as he called you cute.

“Y/N!!!!!! Come onnnnn we’re leaving!!”

Nancy was already drunk. This was going to be a long night.

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11:55pm

Eddie and his partner left. Nancy and Jonathan were nowhere to be seen and you laughed to yourself. You really should start placing bets on these things. You’d found a couch to sit on while the party raged around you. Vickie and Robin were secluded in a corner, away from all the dumb drunk idiots. You sipped your beer, not really feeling up to partying much longer, when two guys sat on either side. Immediately you tense up and looked for a safety net. You could see Robin, that was good.

“What do you think is better? A guy who plays sports or a guy who has a nice car?”

The one leaned in, a little too close, and asked. He smelled of vodka. The other put his arm around you over the couch.

“Well…my boyfriend drives a Camaro and plays basketball so…I won’t accept anything less than both.”

“I could beat your boyfriends ass in basketball.”

“And I could beat his car on the road.”

You smirked.

“But it would take two of you to beat one of him.”

God you were uncomfortable. You wished Billy was there, and you wished you wouldn’t have to lie about him being your boyfriend. The one who was trying to prove he had a nice car touched your thigh and you stood up quickly.

“Goodbye boys.”

“Wait! Hold on hot stuff. What’s your name at least?”

You shuddered. Hot stuff. Gross.

“Sixx. My friends call me Sixx.”

It was a fake name that was always the sign of a red flag. Everyone had their own, you picked Sixx because of Nikki Sixx.

You walked towards the emptier part of the house where Vickie and Robin were in conversation. You slipped into the conversation with ease and both girls could tell you were uncomfortable. Without even mentioning it, the two of them covered you and that helped lot.

What you didn’t realize is the other one reached in your pocket and took your keys when the loud one touched your leg. Billy’s number was on your keys.

Ring…ring….ring…..ri-

“Whoever this is you better have a good fucking reason for calling me right now.”

“Your girlfriend is gonna get her ass beat on the front lawn and there is nothing you can do about it. Sixx is our whore now. You little bitch.”

They hung up, high fived each other and went back to the party. The one stuck your keys in his pocket. They were going to see you again.

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12:13am

Steve was MIA which you were kind of proud of, while you Vickie and Robin were starting to have a really good time. The commotion at the door grabbed everyone’s attention though.

“Where is she???”

That voice sounded really familiar. You tried to peak over the crowd but it wasn’t hard to spot him. Billy stormed through the party, sweat dripping down his chest, the golden hair placed perfectly around his face.

“Billy?”

You called out and his head snapped in your direction. The audible signs and groans of disappointment from all the other girls at the party were drowned out when he wrapped you tightly in his body.

“Well hello to you too?”

You muffled into his chest. His hug was desperate, not too far off from the one he gave you after you saved his ass at the mall. After about a minute and a half he finally let you go, worry ghosted over his face but it was being relieved as he looked you up and down.

“You’re okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

Billy closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“I’ll tell you in a later. Where is everyone?”

The party just continued as if Billy’s dramatic entrance didn’t happen. A few people came around and said hi to him but he just ignored them as the two of you talked.

“Robin and Vickie are right over there and…”

You hesitated as you felt Billy hug you from behind as you pointed to Robin and Vickie. He was being very touchy. Not that it bothered you but it was a little out of character for him.

“…and Steve is missing in action it I’m sure he’s getting his own.”

Billy

You were answering his question but he couldn’t focus much. The way the leather pants hugged your curves, and your shirt didn’t even show cleavage but he couldn’t stop thinking about your tits under it. Billy had wanted you for a long time, but you were more than just another fuck. He wanted to do it the right way with you. Tonight didn’t help, you smell like alcohol and roses and your outfit looked so good on you.

“No action for you tonight?”

Billy asked in response to you making the comment about Steve. The blonde didn’t want to overtly cock block you..just secretly.

“Oh no haha. I just came for the drinks. The music sucks too.”

He watched you wrap your lips around the red solo cup rim. God you were so fucking beautiful. But someone had threatened you. He had to find out who.

“I’ll be back in a minute. I’m gonna find someone really quick. Be back before you can finish that beer babe.”

Billy winked at you and walked off. He loved the shade of red you got when he used pet names on you. Now he was going through the crowds, looking for anyone who was specifically avoiding him. Billy made the dramatic entrance for two reasons.

1. So you knew he was there, and you’d find him immediately. He had to make sure you weren’t harmed.

2. The fuckers who called him would see who they were messing with.

Billy scoped the whole floor, couldn’t find anything. He tracked downstairs where there was a pool game going on and two guys immediately turned around and tried to avoid him.

“Bingo.”

Billy made a b-line to them. His intention was to just talk to them; but when he saw your keys hanging from one of their pockets, his vision went dark.

You

“FIGHT!”

Someone came running up the stairs and you immediately knew it was Billy who got in the fight. How you knew, you didn’t know but you left Robin and Vickie and sprinted downstairs to see Billy beating the shit out of the two guys who were being extremely creepy with you earlier.

“Billy!”

He knocked out the one with a punch and grabbed the other in his hand.

“We’re these guys hitting on you earlier?”

“Billy it’s not worth it.”

“WERE THEY HITTING ON YOU. YES. OR. NO.”

“Yes! But I told them to fuck off!”

Billy hit the other one hard, knocking him against the pool table.

“You threaten me or my girlfriend again; you’re dead.”

You noticed something in his bloody hand. He walked over to you and firmly grabbed your arm; taking you upstairs. It was your keys. The Creeps must have grabbed them.

“Billy slow down!”

You had a lot of questions. What did he mean threaten again, how did he have your keys, did he know those boys? The girlfriend comment didn’t mean much. You figured he just said that to prove a point.

“Billy you’re hurting me!”

You whimpered as his and gripped your bicep hard enough to bruise. Immediately he let you go, remorse swimming in his anger filled eyes. You took his hand in yours and softly spoke.

“Let’s get out of here. Vickie can take my car home. She stopped drinking hours ago. You can take me home. Okay?”

Billy grunted in agreement, you gently took your keys and found Robin, Billy still latched to your free hand. She took your keys and handed them to Vickie, thanking the girls you headed out. He opened his passenger door for you.

“Billy?” You got in. He walked around and started the car. Billy took off in a true speedster fashion. After about 5 minutes he spoke.

“I got a phone call, some douche called you a whore. Said your name was Sixx. They threatened to kick your ass on the front lawn. I found your keys in one of their pockets. It’s how I knew it was them.”

“Mmmm. I see. Well, thanks for coming to my rescue. Sorry to ruin your night.”

“Shut up. You never ruin my night, I love seeing pretty women who need a big strong man to save them.”

He chuckled but you wiggled nervously in the seat.

“Why do you tease me like that so much? It’s not fair.”

Maybe it was the alcohol…definitely the alcohol, but you spoke up about how much he flirted. Billy pulled into your drive and Killed the engine.

“Oh I’m not teasing you. I think you’re gorgeous. I just know what you think about my reputation with women. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to flirt with you and try to win you over Anyways.”

“Why haven’t you said anything before?”

“Come on Y/N. Think about it…’Hey babe. Can I talk to you about my emotions and feelings and shit?’ Like I would ever do that.”

“But you can with me.”

“I know…it’s just…hard.”

“I understand.”

You gently placed your hand on top of his white knuckles that were gripping the steering wheel. He relaxed and you leaned in to kiss his cheek.

“Thanks for the ride hom-mmm!”

Billy’s hands were on either side of your face pulling you in for a deep kiss. He’d caught you mid sentence and began exploring your mouth with his tongue. Slowly his hands went from your cheeks to your waist as he pulled you to straddle him in the drivers seat. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you indulged the kiss. A soft moan escaped your mouth when Billy squeezed your ass. It made you both pause.

“Billy…I- I don’t want to rush-“

“No you’re right. I want to do this the right way. As much as I’d love to carry you inside and throw you on your bed, I want to prove to you I’m different now.”

His hips bucked into as he talked about throwing you on the bed and you gasped. A smile rippled through his face as yours became more red.

Placing a soft kiss on his lips you opened the door and got off of him.

“Call me tomorrow?”

“Nah. I’m gonna pick you up tomorrow. So I’ll see you then.”

You smiled biting your lip.

“Okay then. See you tomorrow.”

Billy smiled, winked and drove off.

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The end! I noticed I’m a sucker for mutual pining and friends to lovers stories 😂😂😂

Hope y’all liked it!! I’m slowly working through my requests! I have a lot of Billy so if y’all can ask for some Steve or Eddie I’d appreciate it ❤️❤️❤️

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