#match my freak💅

[zigcarnivorous]

Stop fucking around. Help now. This is the time.

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[astro-eats]

GUYS GUYS GUYS IM GONNA BE RUBY GLOOM FOR HALLOWEEN 🐺🐺💅💅😍😍😋😋😋😋🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺 IM SO EXCITED IM GONNA SLAYYY

[hp-hcs]

Can maybe request some slytherin boys with gay awakeing trope? Maybe headcanons or shorts

gay awakening headcanons — mlm! slytherin boys x male! reader

hella short cause of some ✨personal stuff✨ going on, but i just wanted to get something out 🤷‍♂️

me? blame my shitty writing skills on my current health problems? what no never

❕not proofread❕

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mattheo

immediately has a mental breakdown

identity crisis anyone?

i feel like he would have that panicky gay moment where he realizes that his friend is actually his More Than Friend, ykwim?

like, you just do something innocuous like sling your arm over his shoulders while walking to class and babyboy just FREEZES

the second that happens, he immediately drops out of your life while he freaks out gets his shit together

like, homeboy just deadass vanishes

doesn’t show up to any of his classes

doesn't show up to quidditch practice (draco threatens to kill him for that, cousin or not)

meanwhile you’re just there like 🧍 “what did i do?”

because my lil darlin mattheo cannot healthily express any emotion ever, he would “solve” his problem by just like, purposefully running into you in the halls and kissing your cheek, then just full-on 🏃💨 SPRINTING 🏃💨 away without a word

theo

also has an identity crisis, he’s just better at hiding it

gotta save face, amirite?

but anyways-

you weren’t even doing anything out of the ordinary, you were just hanging out with him in his room and ended up lighting his cigarette for him

that’s it. homeboy is already whipped for ya.

like, straight up simp.

i feel like theo’s a “i’m definitely going to have a panic attack over this at two in the morning, but for now i’m just going to not think and enjoy 😌💅” kind of mentality

just flat out says it

“you know, you look really hot today.”

y/n: 😳😏………..💏💋😘

draco

have you ever had a friend that was so clearly Not Straight but they just kept denying it for years before finally coming out?

well that’s draco <3

you were at a party and agreed to join some kind of kissing game

like, spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven, post office…

(does anybody actually still play post office?)

and obviously, you both end up having to kiss each other duh

homeboy is not doing well

but not in a “what?? i don’t know what’s going on!!” kind of way

in a “ah shit my friends were right every time they called me gay, fuck” kind of way <3

immediately start dating after the party and everyone’s like 🤨👀

blaise

i feel like blaise already knew/suspected, but just didn’t have the vocabulary to describe his sexuality, ykwim?

i’m getting pansexual vibes frfr

could not give less of a fuck

is just like “shit alright, d'you wanna make out then?”

i mean……..it’s not like you’re gonna say no

this man. tHIS MAN. he’d be such a gentleman omfg

also i’m not gonna say sugar daddy but sugar daddy

would absolutely buy you anything you even looked at. you looked at a ten thousand galleon wristwatch in a luxury store? it’ll be on your bed waiting for you by the time you get home

if anyone was homophobic or wtv, he wouldn’t beat them up per se, but he would do something unnecessarily extra, like wear a dress and makeup just to be like “wdym? we’re a straight couple, obviously”

(he would tell his friends about the homophobe though, and they wouldn’t be quite as composed and respectful as him 👊😠🩸😵😵‍💫)

enzo

this man seriously does not care

like, he’s just like “oh i’m queer? hahah that’s crazy”

this man has no qualms about asking you out in the middle of class in front of everyone

like, in the middle of potions or smth he’d just be like “y/n, wanna go get dinner sometime?”

and you’re like “…aren’t you straight?” 🧍

enzo: “who knows? not me! does saturday at eight work?”

he’s so silly goofy i just love him sm

this boy would be a hella fine kisser, i just know it

WOULD ASK YOU TO THE YULE BALL 🕺🕺

AND WOULD GET YOU GUYS MATCHING BOUTONNIÈRES 💐

regulus

“ah shit i owe the boys twenty galleons, fuck”

resigned, more than anything

he can’t even come out, either cause like, what would that even be?

“guys, i have to tell you something……i’m gay”

“yep. what do you have to tell us??”

you asked him out cause you thought he was gay

and he was just like 😳🤨🤷‍♂️🙂👍

you guys went to fortescue’s!!! 🍦🍨🍧

(he’s def a mint chocolate chip kind of guy i’m just saying)

y’all end up being like, the it couple at hogwarts i don’t make the rules

[tomlikeseatingcake]

The 60% of the movie:

Deadpool : is somebody gonna match my freak??

Wolverine : no wtf you are weirdo

At The end of the movie:

Wolverine: YES MEEEE💅

[pola-rola]

I'm really bored, so there's a little Yuu-sona or something like that. I don’t like to write on the pictures themselves (yeeah, sure), soooo...

A little backstory: like yuu-sona, I would also like to be based on some Disney character, and one day I was just looking around and was like, “hmm, I braid my hair with a polka dot scrunchie, I have black hair…. yeah, definitely Minnie." Yep, that's how it was. Well, besides, it seems to me that the design of the ghost camera fits, and of course friendship with Mickey, he didn’t mention her when he talked about friends, right?)) Besides, Minnie doesn’t belong to any specific cartoon, but this means she can play the role of both a hero and a villain, so getting into the NRC may well be justified, smart;)

So, now just a little randomness about this gal, and, accordingly, me:

• ISFJ (I don’t know what for, but just if you’re interested)

• at first she thought about hiding her real gender, making up something, playing dress-up to become look like a boy. But on the very first day of school, she realized that it's unnecessary, if they didn’t like something, it's their problem

• Purchased the uniform from Sam, because seriously, where else can you find a uniform that is the perfect size? She had to beg for money from the headmage; you want the students to look diligent, so you pay.

•"So, where is my computer? Where is my tablet? Where is my pen? How can I survive without this mmm???)))"

• The first time she was in Twisted Wonderland she constantly had a headache, because in her world she was not used to being in the fresh air so often and moving so often.

• It's raining men!

• "How can boys be so tall at such a young age?! It's crazy!"

• Sometimes throws in phrases and references in her native language, just because she can.

• In fact, she was really surprised that practically (for the most part) no one bullies her for her lack of magic. Like, "if this was my world, I'd be an outcast by now, seriously, guys, aren't you going to make fun of me or what?!"

• Sometimes falls into philosophical thoughts, like “Why is someone constantly trying to prove their strength here… why doesn’t anyone understand that we are all students, which means we are all equal? ​​Especially these idiots from Savanaclaw-” (yup, I really hate these npc guys)

• "Soooo… I found myself in another world, where ghosts, fairies, magic are all real, before that I was riding in a black carriage and woke up in a coffin in a black robe… The mirror said that my soul does not belong anywhere and its there’s nowhere to return…Hmm.. Hmmmm..! Does this mean that in my world I’m already dea- Oh, look, pies are on sale!”

• "Should I start charging money to solve your problems?"

• "Why is it always something? Like it's literally always freaking something........"

• Had to learn to cook to survive. Well, mostly because Grim whines that he can’t live on just scrambled eggs and burnt fried potatoes lol.

• Would like to join the Mountain Lovers' Club, but remembered how in her world she constantly excused herself from trips to the mountains or family overnight stays in tents by the lake. Nah..

• She likes this interesting world, but still at night she cries into her pillow because she misses his mom so much :(

• “Actually, in my world, I had already graduated from college, received a diploma and was just looking for a job. And you say that I need to start studying again from the first year?!”

• haha silly mirror, a test on the internet told me that I should go to Scarabia 💅

• REALLY wants to know what's going on in her world while she's here. Literally thinks about this almost every day

• "Lol guys, did you know that your Great Seven are actually bad guys? No, no, nothing, just breaking the fourth wall"

If it weren't for Grim, she probably would have remained a janitor forever. Like, seriously, have you seen how often mc speaks compared to other students? Totally matches my social awkwardness.

•Really very interested in this world, its history and especially other schools. Like, really, if all this turns out to be a dream and she'll return to her gray world of high-rise buildings, then at least she'll have something to remember.

• "They call me just "Pola" for a reason. And the reason is... Says her full name, which to a non-native speaker sounds like a spell to summon a demon.

•"Hey guys, look what I found. A bowling ball." This is Chenya's head.

•"Deuce is asking for my opinion and does not forget about my presence and is happy when I cheer for him #BFF🥺" (we have the same birthday by the way)

•"Ehehee Pola Trappola ehuehe.......… Just kidding, jeez!"

Phew, that was silly, but I hope you found it interesting haha

[mihstar]

💅Is somebody gonna match my freak? (cry occasionally because joel miller is not my father)

[rentumblsstuff]

Stacy headcanons? Since I love the way you write her

OOOO YAY UHHH LEMME SEE

My biggest headcanon for her is that Melissa (TGWDLM, Hey Melissa) is her cousin. She’s not a serial killer but she does have a little bit of a screw-loose like her. She also loves cats (and as opposed to being all serial-killer-y about people being animals, she’s really just into petplay-)

That connection being established, I think her family is rich! In Miss Holloween (a couple scenes were read in one of the fundraising livestreams for Cinderella’s Castle), it’s established that Stacy goes to college at Vassar in New York and that is not easy to get into and not cheap, so they’ve gotta have a bit of dough ykwim??? And in Hey Melissa, it’s stated Melissa flew all her friends in, and paying for 3 peoples’ airline tickets can’t be cheap. So……… They’re well-off.

DOM.👏 ENOUGH SAID.

She wears vanilla perfume!

Neurodivergent (and is very unaware of this) and cheer is one of her special interests! She’s also involved in the dance team at Hatchetfield High and could go on an infinitely long rant about the history of any given genre of dance (cause “what kind of a dancer doesn’t know that stuff???” A lot of them, Stacy… a lot of them.)

She also LOVES Sanrio and is secretly a huge fan of “girly” animes. She’s always wanted to bond with Richie over their shared love of Japanese culture but they were never really allowed to interact before Max “went missing.” Her favorite anime is Kakegurui and she tried to learn how to play card games because of it.

She was THRIVING with the whole e-girl look in 2020 and that’s usually how she dressed when she didn’t have to wear her cheer uniform. She WOULD HAVE been bullied for it if that’s not what everyone else was wearing too.

She’s got double d’s and this headcanon is PURELY because of the Stacy’s Melons thing from Abstinence Camp

In the future she experiments more with her hair because now she can do so without fear of getting bullied

Her favorite colors are baby blue and pastel pink.

Back to Stacy attending Vassar, I think she majored in women’s studies. Cause I don’t think anything else suits her better.

She’s had a crush on Richie for a while and hasn’t acted on it because she’s worried she’ll get bullied too, he’ll get bullied harder than he already does, or that her approach to flirting/asking him out will be too forward and creepy because she’s been told she comes across that way by other boys in the past.

Tw in this paragraph for SH; When Richie first admits to her when they start dating that he struggles with his mental health, she kisses the scars on his arms that he shows her.

If she had to be claimed by a LiB I think it’d be Blinky. She has a lil bit of stalkerish tendencies that he would appreciate. (Steph is Wiggly-claimed and Brenda is Nibbly-claimed just for reference in my head :])

If the NPMD cast was in a polar opposites AU where they’re all the opposites of themselves I think Opposite!Stacy would essentially serve the same function as Ruth, but she’s not role swapped with Ruth if you get what I mean.

SADIST. Paddles and clamps and shit dude. All her sex toys are super cutesy and aesthetic too. Definitely owns a couple tails.

I think with guys she’s dated before, they’ve done stuff but never gone all the way, so she’s technically a virgin. None of them could match her freak anyways 💅 she likes hearing about Steph’s hookups though; living vicariously through her best friend is fun and she totally doesn’t feel like an animal scratching at its enclosure to get out whaaaaaaaaat???

Trying to think of a wholesome one to end on hold on-

Her favorite fruit is pineapple because she learned that there’s an enzyme in it called Bromelain that breaks down proteins, so when you eat pineapple, it eats you back. She thinks that’s sick as fuck.

She watched Tiger King three times.

OH and her favorite app on her phone is Pinterest. She’s OBSESSED. Her boards are all perfectly organized, not a pin out of place.

There’s 20 headcanons :) thank you for reading !!! <3

[never-enough-novels]

Is somebody gonna match my freak💅💅

[birdlibrary]

i had fun at the strip night it was rly cute but more n more i realize i just Do Not have a fun time at places that are too loud. the event was too loud for me. the kinds of sounds happening were Not nice for me and i was tryn to figure out why i felt so weird and why when i got home i was like reeling and feeln bad. i wanna wear my big headphones everywhere i finally am having fun at shows doing that but yea i did just feel weird in this small cramped crowd of queer people in a barn i was the only person who wore a mask and then also wearing headphones and also being awkward still?? ahh idk i wanna just be that guy cuz i know i would have more fun and be a more fun person to be around. and hopefully make other people feel more comfy being freaks n doing their thing like it's fun sorry you dont have cool big headphones to match💅

[chummymoracoco]

I feel so unhinged my friend 💅💅 there's somebody who gonna match my freak? ✨🔥

Please I need you to kill me, don't study an engineer

[maibearcore]

To my friend, who finally listened to me and watched my favourite actor's dramas and got obsessed with him. Baby, u truly matched my freak. 💖🎀💅

[web-spinning]

I hate these stupid Tik tok sounds they get stuck in your head so much I've been playing Minecraft and my head is going

"is somebody gonna match my freak?💅"

Over and over and over again

[acefaun]

Are you getting any new manicure for spooky season? 💅

👀 Manicure? 👀 New? 👀 Spooky season?

As freaking COOL as that would be, I don't have the patience for pretty nails. •́ε•̀٥ I mean, I'll love them on other people, but I couldn't. I'm so clumsy, I'd mess them up too quickly! 🥺

And you might be like "But artists-"

And I'll be like "Artists are messy!"

There are miracle artists who look like angels but then there are artists like me and Tauxolouve who are natural disasters. (You just can't tell with Lou because he can snap his fingers for everything. 😤) You also gotta consider I broke a nail just two days ago and now have nubby fingers cause I cut my nails short to match the broken one. There's no saving someone like me.

I only ever got my nails professionally done once in my life and it was for prom. And those french tipped nails lasted a whole 2 weeks! ✨ A very good record, in my opinion.

The closest I'll get to your question is painting my nails black but I don't feel like that'll get accomplished either, especially when I'm out on an adventure.

Look at the new friend I made! Dude is a seggsy long-legger! Look at that sassy head turn!

[brummiereader]

@emotionalcadaver he's here 😬!

Luca has touched down in Birmingham, oh boy...here we go 😳.

Another passionate scene from Lucy and Tommy, so beautifully written again 👌. If these two are not murdering or plotting to murder someone they're fucking 😂. You have to give it to them though. They've been through so much together, endured so much, yet, they still have that burning passion for each other that can sometimes fizz out over many years of being with someone. He’d always ran warm. It was part of what made him so good for snuggling. Loved this line! Can't see him any other way now ❤️. At least we know he is in fact human!

May got a mention! So she was a part of their story too at some point? It's always exciting to see how each female character that Tommy had been linked with in canon, is depicted in your version of the story with Lucy! With Lucy as Tommy's main girl, I'm always curious to see how their dynamics play out and the drama that comes from it. Lizzie...I'm looking at you girl 🤭.

I love how Lucy is in her element as she goes through the intel on Luca with Isaiah. Even with Tommy preferring she keeps herself away from harm, she still keeps her wits about her incase she needs to do anymore dirty work, she knows only her expertise can handle 👌.

“But it’s always good to be prepared just in case.” 😬, I hope she's not foreshadowing anything here.

I just love the Golds. And I'm so happy to see that Lucy and them get along without any problem. I'm excited to see if she'll have any further interactions with them, Aberama being somewhat of an assassin himself.

It's been a while since I've done a peaky re-watch...why did I not pay attention to the empty gun part 🤦🏼‍♀️! I thought Luca was just fucking about with some bullets he'd found in that scene. I swear, your series has made me realise so many things I missed!

This whole scene was so intense. If it wasn't for your excellent descriptions of Lucy's internal panic about her gun as she plotted her next move with Tommy (which by the way, I freaking love! They don't have to say anything, they both know what the others saying without opening their mouths) you'd think they weren't fazed about Luca unexpectedly turning up!

Lucy's description about Luca as a snake, was just perfect. He definitely has that eerie slithering feel about him. Kinda makes my skin crawl 😳. But what was the most amazing thing to see in this scene was the incredible job you did with Lucas character. Spot on! His mannerisms, they way he draws out his words, just perfection 👌.

“None for me, Luca?” Lucy asked. He had yet to acknowledge her at all. Ahhh I loved this back and forth between them! You just know Tommy's jaw was about to snap with Lucas non stop suggestive comments aimed at Lucy 😬. I do love seeing that jealous, protective side of his coming out! She played it so cool compared to Tommy 💅 🤭.

But in the few minutes he had been in the room with them, Luca Changretta had revealed a good many things about himself: look at this duo taking mental notes! They're already a step ahead of him, and he doesn't even know it yet. Lucy's eyes for detail matched with Tommy's, makes them an unstoppable force!

The last part with Arthur, urghh 😩. I finding it so interesting that you delved a little into Tommy's beliefs. Because, admittedly, after watching the show, I was left a bit confused. He goes between believing in an afterlife to coming to the conclusion that there's nothing, then to talking like it's a certain thing 😫. It may be me though, mixing his romani beliefs with the standards of that generation.

The thought he would never see any of the people he’d lost over the years was almost paralyzing in the sorrow it struck him with. This was such a heartbreaking statement. You can just feel the sadness radiating from him 😭. I would say, these two need a break. But things are only about to get worse for them 😬!

Amazing chapter, Laur ❤️. And with Luca now in the mix, things are about to get even more nail biting!

Part 21: The Shadow of the Abattoir

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: Tommy and Lucy finally meet face to face with their latest adversary.

Word Count: 5,151

Notes: Warnings for depictions of smut and violence.

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Chapter 6: None of You Will Survive

“What are you doing in here all on your own?”

Lucy turned from where she’d been feeding apple slices to Wraith and Sin, smiling a little at the sight of Tommy walking through the entryway, hands pulling free from his pockets.

“I’ve got these two to keep me company,” she said, the horses snorting in agreement. Tommy came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and nestling his face in the crook of her neck, pressing a few kisses and nuzzles into her skin. Her eyes fluttered, leaning back into the solidness of his body with a sigh. 

“I spoke with Polly.”

“Mm,” he rested his chin on her shoulder. “How did that go?”

“Could have gone worse,” she shrugged, then craned her head back to look at him. “Could have gone better, too. I’ll tell you about it later,” it had seemed that her conversation with Polly had taken up most of her remaining energy, leaving her feeling so fatigued, she was half tempted to crawl into Sin or Wraith’s stable and fall asleep beside them on the hay. 

I spoke to Aberama Gold. He wants us to help his son, Bonnie, become a boxer.”

“Oh? Is he any good?”

“I think he might be. We’ll do a test later.”

She hummed, nodding and closing her eyes. Tommy chuckled at the way she leaned more of her weight back into him. 

“Tired?”

“Mhm.”

“After we eat, we can go back to the house and get some rest,” keeping one arm around her, he reached out the other to give the horses a gentle pat. He then turned her in his arms so that she was facing him, cupping her face with both hands. “Eh?”

She nodded, then dropped her head forward to land heavily on the center of his chest. Tommy laughed softly, squeezing her and kissing the top of her head. One of his large fingers curled under her chin, tilting her head up until he could kiss her softly. 

“Come on,” he took her hand. “Food’s ready.”

Fingers clutched in his big, warm hand, she squeezed his palm, and let him lead her from the stables. 

∗ ∗ ∗

She’d heard from somewhere–she couldn’t quite remember where, maybe from one of her cousins or aunts on her yearly visit to them and their caravan in the mountains–that funerals made people want sex.

Maybe it was the need for comfort. Or maybe it was the reminder that life was fleeting, and so you might as well make the most of it while you still could. 

Lucy sighed, back arching up, pushing her bare breasts harder against Tommy’s hands, his calloused skin sliding and squeezing hers and making her shiver. Her legs were hitched up around his waist, feet pressing into his lower back and urging him to go deeper. He kissed her softly, taking his time in mapping out the landscape of her mouth with his tongue. 

With John gone and Arthur, Ada, and Polly all staying at their own separate houses, they’d claimed one of the empty bedrooms in the Shelby house, letting Charlie have Tommy’s old room.

Everyone had dispersed after dinner to get settled in or deal with any business–family or otherwise–that they needed to before they set hard to work the next day. They were alone, save for Charlie sleeping soundly in the other room and Asher dozing dutifully outside his door. 

Tommy purred as she moaned into his mouth at a particularly deep thrust. “Can’t be too loud, love,” he warned, even as he grunted softly at the way she tightened around him when he bottomed out. 

She pulled him in closer for another kiss, hands smoothing along and squeezing his strong biceps before finding purchase on his back. He growled lowly when she circled her index finger around a scar on his shoulder. 

His public bone rubbed up against her sensitive clit with each thrust, his hands all over her as they kissed again, and again, and again. There was no chance of her being chilled like she had been earlier at the yard. Not with her back to the mattress and Tommy on top of her, his skin hot like there was an inferno swirling within him. He’d always ran warm. It was part of what made him so good for snuggling.  

“Tommy,” her head fell back against the pillows. He’d already made her come once with his mouth tonight, and she could feel her muscles, tired but eager, preparing for another one as it continued to build, growing closer with each roll of his hips into hers. 

“I know,” he was moving a little faster, cock throbbing with his own approaching release. “I know; it’s okay. What do you need?”

“Faster,” she requested, and he immediately picked up the pace. She scrabbled at his shoulders, soft moans leaving her lips. Tommy kissed her again, one strong hand sliding up to cup her face and the side of her neck. Humming, he used it to tilt her head just so, placing kisses along the expanse of her exposed pale throat. 

“Close, so close…” 

His hand dropped to brace by her head, keeping the bulk of his weight off of her as he started to go even faster, still hitting deep, but bucking at a more frantic pace. Lucy’s hips met his at every thrust, their skin slapping together audibly. 

“Ah…” she jerked her head forward, pressing her mouth to his neck to try to stifle her moans. Tommy groaned, cock twitching inside her. 

Without warning, his hand was between her legs, thumb pressing hurried circles into her clit, and she bit down roughly into his shoulder to stop what would have been a very loud cry of his name as her walls clamped down around him in release. 

Tommy growled, eyes rolling in his head at the sting of her teeth in his flesh, thrusting a few more times, moaning at the tightness and the gush of her orgasm around him, before his cock twitched, then throbbed hard and he stilled, sheathed fully into her while he emptied. 

Neither of them moved for a long time, choosing to remain entangled beneath the blankets. Tommy was kissing up and down the side of her face lazily, practically purring. 

“You bit me.”

She smiled to herself at the mild amusement in his voice, and leaned up to press a kiss to the spot on his shoulder. “Sorry.”

He just kissed her temple, and with a somewhat overdramatic groan, pulled out and rolled over to sprawl on his side of the bed. Lucy rolled onto her side, pouting at him while he grabbed his cigarette case from the nightstand and lit one. When he noticed her expression, he chuckled, hooking an arm around her and drawing her in tight against his chest. 

“C’mere.”

She made a happy little humming noise, snuggling in close, taking drags from the cigarette whenever he offered it. 

“Gonna be a long day tomorrow, isn’t it?” she mumbled, voice slurry with sleep as her eyes closed. 

“Yes.”

“Mm,” reaching up blindly, she took the cigarette from him and clumsily stubbed it out in the ashtray. Both arms wrapped around his ribs, hugging him like she would an oversized teddy bear. “Try to sleep, Tom.”

She felt him sigh and shift against her, getting more comfortable, his face pressed into her hair, breathing her in and relaxing. “I love you, Lucy.”

She stroked his back lazily, smiling a little. “I love you too.”

They were both asleep within five minutes.  

∗ ∗ ∗

The walk to the factory was smoky and riddled with fire and clangs from the machinery they were passing, men covered in soot and sweat shot curious glances her way until they recognized the red of her hair or who she was with and quickly looked away. 

All men in Small Heath knew that if they looked at her for too long, they risked losing their eyes. 

“I talked to Charlie on the phone before we left,” she reported to Tommy, adjusting her grip on Asher’s lead. “He said May got in and picked up the horse with no trouble.”

“Good.”

“I still wish we could have said hello.”

“When I talked with her on the phone, she said that she might try to come back at a later date to see us.”

“That would be nice.”

“I thought so too.”

“Tommy! Lucy!”

She glanced in the direction of the voice, smiling a little at the boy jogging up to fall into step beside them. “Hello, Isiah. What have you got for us?”

“Nothing yet on Luca. The boys are still scouring.”

“Tell them to keep an eye out for his mother, too. She would have come with him from New York. Any other relatives?”

“With Vincente and Angel dead, there’s just a cousin in Birmingham. Luca came from New York to be best man at his wedding sometime between 1919 and 1920,” he handed Lucy a photograph of a group of men dressed in suits gathered around, smiling at the camera. “The boys checked his flat in what used to be the Changretta’s territory, but he’s gone.”

“Hm. Tell them to keep looking. And don’t do anything if you find him, just report back to me or Tommy. What’s his name?”

“Alessio Changretta.”  

“Right. Good work. Keep it up.”

He nodded, and melted away into the smoke.

“He’s a good kid,” she commented, holding out the photograph for Tommy to have a look.

“Yes, he is.”

“He’s been helpful with running the spy network this past year. If I ever were to be out of commission for a prolonged period of time, I think he’s getting close to being able to run it without me for a little while.”

Tommy shot her a look. “Are you planning on getting horrifically injured again sometime soon?”

“No,” she chuckled, raising a hand unconsciously to rub over the scar just under her left ear. “But it’s always good to be prepared just in case.”

As they finally made their way to the factory, she spotted Arthur waiting for them near the entrance with Aberama and Bonnie Gold. They all greeted each other warmly, and followed Tommy into the factory. Sparks flew and blazed all around them, the clang of metal increasing. Asher’s ears twitched, momentarily lowering against his skull, but he settled when she stroked a hand along his head. 

“I know, boy. I know. It’s loud. C’mon.”

He looked up at her with big, trusting brown eyes, tongue falling from his mouth, sticking close to her side as they moved deeper inside and to where it was a little quieter.    

Devlin, the factory manager, rushed over to them. Tommy began giving him instructions to clear the area and get him some rope and a bell, then indicated for her and Bonnie to follow him deeper into the depths of the factory.

He called out to a man Lucy had found by scouring their employees' records the night before: Billy Mills, a former heavyweight champion. Tommy offered him a heaping sum of money to fight Bonnie while Lucy leaned against the wall, fighting off the curl of amusement on her lips as she watched Tommy work. As soon as Billy had agreed to the fight, Tommy was marching back up to where they’d come, the area already starting to be cleared off the way he’d asked. Rope was tied on posts to create a square for the fight to take place in, Arthur taking bets while Billy and Bonnie prepared. 

Lucy linked her arms with Tommy’s, Asher sitting dutifully at their feet. Someone rang a bell, and the fight was off. 

The kid had good form, but was leaning heavily on the defensive. Lucy chanced a look up at Tommy, and bit back a smile at the way his eyes were narrowed in concentration, analyzing every single second of the fight, the men around them hollering and cheering.  

And then, suddenly, with a quick order from Aberama, Bonnie downed Billy Mills, the Heavyweight Champion, in but a handful of punches.

Lucy had to fight back the urge to whoop. It was always nice to see someone small and slight take down someone bigger than them.

As a card carrying member of that club herself, she approved. 

“Alright boys, that’s enough sport, get back to work!” she called to the men around them, and they began to disperse. 

As they spoke with Aberama, Devlin came up to them again, informing them that Jessie Eden was waiting upstairs. Tommy told him they would be there in a minute, but he hesitated. 

“She’s becoming impatient.”

“Offer her tea or…something while she waits,” Lucy said. 

“We already did.”

Her head snapped around, brow raising at Devlin’s tone. He immediately looked down at his shoes. 

“Well, offer again,” she said slowly. Devlin’s eyes darted between her and Tommy, visibly shrinking in on himself at the coldness he was met with from both parties, nodding and shuffling off. She shared an exasperated look with lover, stepping to the side with him and Arthur to speak in low voices by the car. 

“What do you think?” Tommy asked them. 

“I like him,” Lucy said, looking back at where Bonnie was talking with his father. “And it would be good to have something substantial to hold the Gold’s loyalty to us. Besides, we could use some fresh blood around here.”

Once the three of them were all in agreement, they approached Bonnie and Aberama again. Tommy told them to speak with Polly regarding a deal about money, and held out a peaked cap for Bonnie to take. 

“We better get upstairs. Before Devlin has a coronary,” Lucy said, angling her head towards the stairs, shooting a warm smile Bonnie’s way. “Congratulations.” 

At Tommy’s heels, she followed him up the stairs and into the conference room where Jessie was waiting for him. 

“You can go,” she told Devlin, and he hurried out the door. “Asher, no,” she gently chastised the dog, giving a small tug on the lead when he moved to try to sniff Jessie’s shoes, guiding him instead to follow her towards the far end of the table, hanging up her coat and plopping down in the seat to Tommy’s right at the head of the table. Asher laid down beside her, head on his paws. She reached down to stroke his huge head, scratching behind his ear before straightening and getting to work. 

The conversation with Jessie did not last long, and ended with her whisking from the room, followed quickly by the shrill shriek of her whistle, initiating the beginning of a strike, echoing throughout the entire factory. 

Rubbing at her face, Lucy stripped off her suit jacket, hanging it on the back of her chair. “How many meetings do we have today?”

Tommy turned his cigarette over and over between his fingers. “Several.”

She sighed, and wriggled out of her gun holster, loosening the straps and contorting slightly to get out of it. She passed it to Tommy, who took it and hung it up next to their coats and his own holster. Best not be displaying a loaded weapon around when in professional meetings. 

When he went to the door, she got up and followed him, Asher in tow, to watch over the railing from the level above as the men below put down their tools and started to walk towards the door. 

It was eerily quiet, once all of the men downstairs had left. Lucy felt her nerves jumping, even after they returned to the conference room. Asher sniffed around the coat tree where they’d hung their jackets and holsters, but let Lucy pull him away and coax him to lay back down at her feet. She was grateful that she didn’t have to do much more than take notes during the various meetings they had for the day. By the time Devlin came in to inform them of their last meeting, it was getting late, the light filtering in through the windows beginning to fade. 

Tommy tossed his pen onto the table, rubbing at his eyes and sighing.

“Last one, right? Then we can go home,” Lucy reminded him. Beside her, Asher suddenly rose from his spot laying at her feet, back arching, legs planted firmly as he stood in front of her. “Ash?”

A deep, rumbling growl sounded from the dog’s throat, lips curling back in a snarl, dark eyes focused on the door.

Lucy’s head snapped up, suddenly on high alert. Devlin came in, followed by a tall, dark haired man. Lucy didn’t hear the name Devlin introduced him by. It didn’t matter, anyway. It wasn’t his real name. 

The fingers of her left hand curled in Asher’s collar to keep him from lunging prematurely. Her right hand slipped unconsciously to her ribs, and the cold gasp of panic suddenly encircled her throat at the realization that her gun wasn’t tucked snugly against her side like it usually was, but instead was hanging in her holster dangling from the coat tree.   

Her eyes darted to Tommy as Devlin left, momentarily caught frozen like a deer in headlights. She had a knife in her shoe, and her aim when throwing it was almost as good as her shot with a revolver, but bending to retrieve it risked alerting Luca to what she was planning, and in the split second it would take for her to pull the blade from her boot, he could hurt Tommy. 

She could sic Asher onto him. Let the dog tear him to shreds or at the very least distract him long enough for her to get her blade out. But that approach had its risks too. 

They were cornered. 

Tommy’s eyes met hers, just as shocked as she was, for a second. But he recovered fast, gaze flicking to Asher, still growling at Lucy’s side. She could see him analyzing the situation just as she had, turning over every approach and possibility in his head.  

Stand down, his eyes commanded silently.

Are you sure? she asked back. 

Yes.

She swallowed roughly. “Asher,” it came out in a hoarse, soft rasp, then, in Romani, “stand down.”

The dog immediately stopped growling and sat back on his haunches, but continued to watch Luca with eyes as suspicious as those of his two owners, prepared to spring if given the order. She looked at Tommy again, more tense than she thought she’d ever been in her life, even as Luca moved to sit in the chair across from them. Every miniscule movement from him had her on edge, ready to give Asher the order and reach for the blade in her shoe at the first sign of aggression. 

Tommy?

I want to hear what he has to say. He tries anything, you know what to do.

The calmness of his voice, even just in her head, helped to ever so slightly relax her.

Tommy pulled out his cigarettes from the pocket of his coat where it was hanging, along with their gun holsters. Good. He could get at them easily if he needed to. 

Luca reminded her of a snake. Everything, from the way he smiled, to the glint in his green eyes. He spoke slowly, and she swore that a hiss undercut his every word. He placed a toothpick between his teeth, and Lucy wondered if it would be too much to hope that he choked on it. 

“I am surprised how easy it was to get into a room with you,” Luca said, low, smug. 

Tommy pulled his gun from his holster and cocked it. “And now?”

Luca held his hands up, sarcastically, tauntingly, and Lucy felt her blood chill as he explained how earlier, during the commotion on the factory floor, he’d sent a man up to unload their guns while they dangled unguarded from the coat hanger. He reached into his pocket, and drew out a handful of gleaming bullets. Tommy checked his gun, and Lucy could see the silent, rather colorful language flitting through his head behind his eyes as he took in the empty chambers. A sick feeling twisted in her stomach, but she forced herself not to move; to remain calm.  

If Luca wanted to kill either of them here, they’d likely be dead already. But she still kept careful watch over his movements.

Luca began to list off the names of each individual Shelby while setting the bullets cupped in his hand down upright onto the table. There was one for each of them: Arthur, Polly, Michael, Ada, Tommy, and John. He flicked the one for John across the table towards Tommy with a taunt and a clatter. 

“None for me, Luca?” Lucy asked. He had yet to acknowledge her at all. Hadn’t even looked at her, in fact. But his snake-like eyes were on her the moment she spoke, and she smiled widely, letting it shimmer madly in her eyes to hide the way that her heart was pounding in her chest. “I’m hurt.”

Luca looked her up and down, fingering his toothpick. “Ah…” he settled the slip of wood between his teeth and cocked his head. “The little demon. At first, I’d hoped to get a meeting with you alone, Mr. Shelby. But my mother…my mother said that that would be almost impossible. She says that wherever you go, your Red Demon is never far away,” he smiled at her in a way that sent a chill down her spine and made her stomach turn. A scoff that reminded her more of a hiss left his lips. “Lucy Winters,” he said her name with both contempt and disappointment, the final s of her surname drawing out between his lips. “She made you sound terrifying, but…” he clicked his tongue, looking her up and down. “Hard to see what there is to be so terrified of.”

“At least get to know me first before you start making assumptions,” she smiled, confidence returning slightly. He did not take her seriously. He did not believe her to be a legitimate threat, despite his mother’s warnings. 

They could use that. 

Luca chuckled, continuing to gnaw on that damned toothpick, grinning at her with it jammed between his teeth. “No bullet for you, little one. Though make no mistake, I will put you down the same as I do the others, if you make me,” his eyes suddenly sparked with cruel mirth, gaze darting between her and Tommy, eyeing him smugly before returning his gaze to her. “But, after your lover here is dead, if you find yourself feeling lonely…” he trailed off, grinning at the suggestion. Out of the corner of her eye, Lucy could see Tommy tensing. Luca noticed it too, glee dancing in his eyes at getting under Tommy’s skin. “Since you have a taste for gangsters.”

“I’ll take the bullet to the head,” Lucy sneered back. Luca just chuckled, unbothered at her answer.

“Loyal, hm? I can respect that. Well done, Shelby,” he tipped his head to Tommy with another smirk, though his eyes still remained on her as he shrugged. “But…if you ever change your mind…”

“That’s enough,” Tommy growled out, jaw set. And Luca’s eyes were on him entirely again, all shining spark of humor abruptly snuffed out. Lucy watched him, brow lifted and unimpressed. Not for one second did she believe Luca to be legitimately interested in her. He’d written her off as of any significance the first second he laid eyes on her. The only usefulness she suspected that he saw in her was in using veiled threats against her to get under Tommy’s skin. 

But in the few minutes he had been in the room with them, Luca Changretta had revealed a good many things about himself: he underestimated her–and potentially other women, too–he was cocky, gloating, and believed that this would be an easy victory for him. His suit was pressed, shoes clean. That meant that he had not had to travel far to meet them. It was likely that he was staying in or close to Birmingham somewhere. And he had come here, not to kill them, but to talk. That indicated some level of honor.  

All knowledge that would be quite useful in pinpointing his weak spots. 

It was like she had disappeared entirely, the hate Luca felt making itself known across his face, darkening his eyes, his focus solely on Tommy. 

“None of you will survive.”

He rose from his seat, still hissing his cocky, mocking words. Promises of death to all whose names he’d just listed out. He advanced on Tommy slowly, though Tommy did not move, did not speak. Asher started growling softly as Luca drew nearer, and Lucy tightened her grip on his collar with her left hand, the fingers of her right itching for her knife.

At Luca’s suggestion that they fight the vendetta with honor, Tommy put down his empty gun–though Lucy suspected he was greatly tempted to try to bludgeon him with it.

“No civilians. No children,” he said.

Luca nodded. “No police.”

One half of Tommy’s lips pulled up in a sarcastic smile. “Welcome to Birmingham, Mr. Changretta.”

Luca’s lips pulled into something that was more grimace than smile. “Grazie,” looking between them, he smiled. “I will leave you two to your business, then,” he started for the door. “A pleasure meeting you both.”

Neither of them moved, or said a word, until the door was swinging shut behind him, the sounds of his footfalls retreating as he headed for the stairs. They were both waiting for the sound of him returning, or the crack of gunfire to explode in through the windows. When it became apparent that neither was coming, Lucy jumped from her seat, releasing her hold on Asher’s collar and scrambling for her gun in its holster. She pulled it free, the sensation of the grip in her palm soothing. When she cracked it open, she was met with the empty chambers, fumbling for the spare bullets she kept in her pockets to refill them. 

Tommy was hastily closing the blinds and locking the door. 

“Holy fuck,” she said, breathing suddenly more rapid now that she was allowed to show more emotion. “Tommy…”

He was pacing back and forth, rubbing at his eyes and looking like he wanted to scream and cry in equal measure. She caught him by the arms, hands flying up to touch his cheeks. He latched onto her biceps, holding onto her suddenly as if she were the only thing anchoring him to the earth. Her eyes searched his face, and for a moment, she could see plainly the fear in his eyes–fear for his family, for her, for himself. She leaned into him, thumbs stroking his cheeks.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. They’d made it out of the meeting quite well, all things considered. Especially since they’d been caught so unawares. The children were effectively all safe, thanks to the deal Tommy and Luca had struck. And it had allowed them a real glimpse of their adversary. A chance to gather information and to get to know the man they would be warring against. That type of understanding of him would be invaluable going forward. 

But…

“I’m sorry,” she wetted her lips. “I should have had my gun with me…” Stupid. So fucking stupid. If she hadn’t taken off her holster, she could have ended this whole fucking mess then and there the second Luca walked through the door. 

“Not your fault. I made the same mistake,” Tommy finally spoke, seeming to have somewhat come back to himself. 

“We got some useful things out of that, though.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Yeah, but it’s not safe here. Grab your things.”

“Right.”

Hastily, she pulled on her holster, replacing her revolver in its proper place nestled against her side, then put on her suit jacket and coat, hat pulled securely on her head. They gathered up what papers they needed to take with them, and with Asher’s lead clutched in one hand and Tommy’s hand squeezing hers in the other, they rushed from the factory.

∗ ∗ ∗

Tommy sat beside Arthur, Lucy leaning into his side with her head on his shoulder, while he and his brother talked about death. 

Arthur thought that John was in hell. Tommy didn’t believe that there was such a place. Not really. Nor did he think there was a heaven. When you died you were just…gone. There was nothing.

“I think it’s probably what life was like before you were born,” Lucy had said once, when he’d asked her what she thought life was like after death. “Which…I suppose, wasn’t so bad, was it?”

She was probably right. After all, every explanation humanity had tried to conjure up to explain what came after death was just a wishful fantasy. No proof in any of it. 

The ache in his chest, the one he worked so hard to ignore, throbbed. He swallowed hard. While he could never fully bring himself to believe in any of the religious dogma he’d been taught as a child, it was moments like these that he understood why so many clinged to it so desperately. 

The thought he would never see any of the people he’d lost over the years was almost paralyzing in the sorrow it struck him with.

He felt Lucy rub a small palm up and down his chest, as if sensing the emotions roiling with him. 

Arthur stood, sobbing dryly and knocking his head lightly against the brick wall across from them. Tommy watched him for a moment, then sighed, pulling himself to his feet. Lucy rose with him, looping an arm around his waist while he spoke to Arthur. The warmth of her against him was a comforting balm against everything else. 

“But it’s like with Grace, Arthur…” he said, and felt Lucy tense a little against him. They almost never spoke her name when in the company of others. It was too hard. Even now, he could feel it burn up his throat, reawakening the grief that he always felt for her where it had momentarily been slumbering. He hooked his arm around Lucy’s shoulders, thumb stroking up and down in what he hoped was a comforting movement. “They’re just gone…just fucking gone.”

Lucy tightened her arm around him. Staring out straight ahead, a roil of frustration, strong and potent as the burn of whiskey down his throat after a long day, rushed up inside of him. Seizing his gun, he took aim at a few bottles in the distance, the bullets he let loose as he pulled the trigger shattering each one.

The gunfire echoed like a clap of rageful thunder, promising to bring with it a torrential downpour, the likes of which no one had ever seen before. 

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🦊Being Inarizaki's Manager 🦊

Inarizaki 2nd Years

Being Protective of Miss Manager

Inarizaki x Female manager

Warnings: the Miya twins, Swearing

AN: This is pt 1 of an anon request!

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Ohhh I've been waiting for this one 😍

Seriously I've been binging season 4 again

Leave me be I'm prepping for season 5

And I've been DYING at how much I adore these boys

Realistically, they are super annoying

Honestly tho, look at me and tell they aren't

Don't lie to yourself YN it's ok to admit it

It takes a special someone to deal with these idiots 🥰

And unfortunately fortunately that's you 🙃

So how did this all start you ask?

Well it started when Ginjima and Suna approached you for help in Math 🧮

So you agreed to help them

As soon as your first tutoring session started, you knew you were in for it

Being that Ginjima and Suna didn't arrive alone 👀

Thing 1 and Thing 2 strolled in with them

🙄���

It's fine.... whatever

You are seriously so sweet YN, I would have just up and left 😅

Anyways you agree to help tutor the boys

This goes on for weeks and you grow close to them

They start walking with you from classes and escorting you home after practice

You help them ace their math tests 💅 but they aren't ready to let you be

So Suna says you should just be their manager

You 👉🏻 what 😃

Ginjima 👉🏻😍

Suna 👉🏻😏

Osamu 👉🏻😁

Atsumu 👉🏻 😒

Seriously Atsumu has to put a front just because...

He secretly loves you 😍

So when the boys introduce you to Kita and the team, Kita is initially very weary of you

This isn't his first rodeo YN 🤠

He's had to practically bar girls and boys from the gym for Atsumu and Osamu reasons

But when the twins start fighting and you simply roll your eyes, tell them to knock it off and go back to talking with Kita 👀

Mans is sold instantly 🙌🏻

Yay for Manager YN 🥳

Now being Manager of these boys only serves to heighten the feelings and protectiveness

You are THEIR manager YN not anyone elses

You are the sweetest, kindest and most adorable manager ever 🥺

So it only makes sense that when Nationals comes around, these boys are on one

Like they may or may not have mapped out the entire stadium and made a schedule for whose going to protect YN and when

Suna will definitely be walking with you because you walk in the back

We have to make sure nobody gets lost ☺️

Suna will hold your hand 🤚🏻

I mean, you aren't complaining 😏

When it comes to warming up, Kita and Ginjima are going to make sure you are safe

Ginjima totally has an eye out for stray balls and is making sure their precious manager doesn't get hit

Finally it's almost time for the match against Karasuno

Atsumu says he has to use the bathroom and you do too

Honestly these bathroom trips are deadly 🤣

You go about your business unaware that Atsumu has up and abandoned you

Mans is focused on the game ok so he's got a one track mind

Serve 👉🏻 Set 👉🏻 Repeat

So him leaving you wasn't exactly planned

You wander out of the bathroom and into a sea of giants

Freaking forest this place is

"Ummm Atsumu?" You say searching for the twin with the bad hair

Meanwhile Atsumu is walking 🚶‍♂️ back to the gym and enters, joining the huddle

If takes a few minutes for anyone to realize you're missing

It's not until the coach says "YN I need the notes from Karasuno's first match"

It hits them all at once

Coach 👉🏻 "YN?"

Kita 👉🏻😐😳

Suna and Ginjima 👉🏻😳😵

The rest of the team 👉🏻😶😲

Atsumu 👉🏻😃😐😟😰

Osamu 👉🏻🤬🤜🏻👱🏼

"You lost YN ya idiot!!!"- Osamu, wrestling YN to the ground

Everyone is panicking

Aran and the rest of the team are trying to seperate the Twins

Suna and Ginjima have taken off looking for you

Kita is pulling out his phone to call you 🙄

Seriously the only chill one

You of course are wandering the halls when your phone rings

"Hi Kita! I think I'm lost"

God you are so cute 😍

"Stay where you are YN and I'll come find you"- Kita

You literally stop and wait ✋️

Unfortunately for you, you stop behind someone with white blonde hair and bird like features 👀

That's right

The Ace of Kamomedai High, Hoshiumi Kōrai

"Oh excuse me!" You screech as you hault behind him

He turns to look at you and studies you with a glare

You get nervous

"I uhh- I ummm- I was just looking for my team"- you 😬

"Stop intimidating her"- Hirugami Sachirō, middle blocker for Kamomedai says coming behind Hoshiumi

"I DIDNT DO ANYTHING"- Hoshiumi

"I'm Sachirō and you are?" 😏

"I'm YN! Nice to meet you!"- you being freaking adorable

"I'm actually looking for my team. Can you point me in the direction of the gym?"- You

"I'll do you one better and take you there"- Sachirō, legit gorgeous man 😍

You 👉🏻 ok 😍😊

Hoshiumi 👉🏻 🙄😑

Sachirō lays his hand on your lower back and guides you through the crowd

I mean, mans is 🥵 so we don't fight it

However, you don't make it far thanks to a certain someone 👀

"YN there you are... who the hell are you?"- Suna 😑

"Hi Suna! Sachirō was just helping me back to the gym!"- you 🤗

Suna 👉🏻 😐😑 "well I got it from here"

Suna grabs you and pulls you against him

Ok then 👀 I mean YN you are out here living the dream don't fight it

Ginjima, Osamu and Atsumu finally all pull up

They all glare at Sachirō who is just smirking 😏

Seriously he knows what he's doing

"Come on YN! Let's get to the gym"- Osamu says grabbing your hand and leading you away

Suna is still glaring 😑

You simply turn to wave at Sachirō

Ginjima and Atsumu are ready to lay down

Even though this is all Atsumu's fault but whatevs

"Thank you for your help!"- you

Sachirō just smiles and waves

"Stay away from her"- Atsumu growls

"Yeah or you'll be sorry"- Ginjima

Suna is STILL glaring 😅

You walk back into the gym and Kita hugs you 🫂

The boys are all fired up now YN

Seriously their alpha protective bull crap put them on a whole new level

All I've got to say is Good Luck Karasuno 😅

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Yesssss thanks for responding to my questions! Could u do headcannons for a Will Byers x Big! Scary! Himbo! Male reader?( So, basically the reader looks like he could kill you in a heartbeat and everyone’s afraid of him, but he’s actually just a sweet, shy, dumb puppy and If you can could you add that he has demon powers that turn him into a gigantic demon, horns, sharp teeth, 7’5, all that jazz kind of like hulk powers?) If you could do even some it would be Fantastic! I love your writing and no one writes for Will, even though he’s obviously 💅. Plz? 🥺Sorry this is a long request! Here’s a reward cookie if you read it all 🍪

A/N - I was smiling the whole time I read this, I love this, it’s so cute!!

>Will finds it awkward yet kinda funny standing next to you. He is this regular 80’s teenager while you are scarier and far more intimidating then Billy.

>But then, he also loves to see you be soft and dumb, cause bro, he loves it, and low key needs wants it.

>If he ever roped you into playing D&D with him, he is always reminding of the rules, cause let’s be honest, they are hard to remember.

>If any of his friends make fun of you, he defends you. If any of his friends make fun of him (whether they are joking or not is another matter.), you just have to stare them in the eyes and they’ll with probably piss they’re pants.

>Joyce 100% knows. Mainly cause she was the one who encouraged him to ask you out.

>Adding to that, Will confessed, I’m sorry, but you is too dumb to realise or even slightly catch onto Will’s MASSIVE crush on you.

>I imagined you found out about the whole upside down around after star court mall cause he was moving, and needed to tell you.

>That’s also when he confessed to you.<3

>And then on Christmas break, he found out about your secret. Probably cause you guys went on a walk at night and some guy tried to attack you’s. You only showed you horns, your very sharp teeth and that terrifying stare that didn’t match your personality.

>Honestly, your parent/Guardian had to drill it into your head that intimidation was one of the very few ways to avoid serious problems.

>He freaked out. Poor boy had horrible flashbacks to when the Mind Flayer possessed him. He looked at you afraid, and you thought he was scared of you.

>You definitely started trying explain yourself and almost suffocated yourself cause you hadn’t stop talking for 5 minutes straight (which neither of you are.💅)

>It naturally took him some time (a week or so) to fully get the idea into his head that he was dating a demon boy.

>I feel like you would also visit him in Cali every 3 weeks for the weekend just it makes you sad to be away from him.

>If you have insomnia, he will play with your hair, your head in his lap, curled up in one of his shirts he wore as Pajamas. Probably almost falling asleep too.

>Just cause you have the hulk powers basically, he calls you ‘Smashable’.

>El knows you two are 2 gays and finds it nice that Will is happy.

>Johnathan was wary of you at first, then warmed up to you when he found you both passed out, surrounded by chocolate and fizzy drinks and sugar galore, holding each other while grease is playing on the TV.

>Jonathan still scolded the both of you for all the sugar, and for being up past 1:00am

>After that tho, he's feels more calm about you.

>When you're at you full height, he likes to play hide n' seek. He knows you kinda suck at it.

>If you ever have your horns out, and you do something bad, he'll grab you by the horn and drag you down to eye level before proceeding to tell you off.

>He definitely has painted you, whether that be looking like a regular human and a demon. (The demon ones are strictly hidden around his place to not alert his family, he doesn't to worry them, they've been through to much)

>He honestly still doesn't know if you can swim, despite living in Cali and having access to several.

>When it comes to sleeping, boy is always sleeping on you. You're the big spoon unless he wants to help you fall asleep cause of your insomnia.

>Joyce loves to have you over. Your a great help to all her kids and even herself. It makes her happy to see Will is happy with someone who really loves him.<3