writing in the dark

Yes! That’s where I got the quote from! DPS is literally one of my favorite movies. R.I.P. Robin Williams.

A/N: Sorry for the wait. I hope I did your brain child justice.

I See Dead People

It had been a long day at work for Winn—secret agent work was exhausting—and all he wanted was to see you. You were his best friend, his soulmate (even if he wasn’t actually in a relationship with you).

So as Winn walks to your apartment door, he begins to fumble with his keys (you had given him a key to your apartment since he was over so often). He unlocks your door, gives it a slight knock, and calls out your name.

“Y/N?” Winn calls, walking in and closing the door behind him.

Winn is smacked in the face with Halloween decorations, the smell of baking cookies, a messy kitchen, The Monster Mash playing loudly, and a best friend dancing (poorly). The scene in front of him brings a wide smile to his face, and he can’t help but laugh.

Winn laughing catches your attention, and you about jump out of your skin when you see him.

“Winn!” You exclaim. “Holy crap! You scared me!”

“No kiddin’,” Winn responds.

“Did you being the candy?”

“Shit. No. I came straight from the D.E.O. It was a busy day, and I forgot. I’m sorry.”

“It’s all good. There just won’t be any treats for when we watch a scary movie,” you shrug.

“What do you mean there won’t be a treat? I’m right here,” Winn smirks.

You laugh. “Mm. Sure you are, hot stuff.”

“No, but seriously, aren’t you baking cookies?”

“Oh, yeah! I should maybe check on those.”

You start to busy yourself with getting the cookies out of the oven. You set them on the counter to let them cool, and then you strike up a conversation with Winn over what movie adaptations of books are actually good. After the cookies are cooled enough, the two of you ice your cookies with Halloween decorations.

After icing the cookies, you and Winn lie across the couch with the plate of cookies in front of you to watch The Sixth Sense. About halfway through, Winn looks over at you, and he can’t help but think that you look absolutely beautiful.

Without thinking, Winn blurts out: “I love you.”

You turn and look at him, scrunching your eyebrows.

“I love you, too?”

“No, Y/N,” Winn says, realizing you didn’t understand. “I love you, love you.” His heart is pounding in his chest.

You stare at Winn, saying nothing. Winn gets even more nervous.

“I messed this up, I messed this up, I messed this up,” he begins to think over and over again.

You laugh, and it’s not mocking, just genuine, happy laughter.

“What?”

“Kara was right.”

Winn makes a face. Despite himself he asks:

“About?”

“You were gonna admit it before me. She likes to tell me that you and I are more than just friends.” You shrug.

“Admit it before... Wait, so you lo-“

“Yes, Winn, I love you, love you, too. Now shh! It’s almost to the “I see dead people” part!”

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Warning(s): None.

Author’s Note: N/A

“Don’t look at me like that,” you say.

“Like what?” Fred asks.

“Like you might not ever see me again.”

Fred makes a face and takes a step closer to you.

“I’m not looking at you like that.”

“Then what was that face you were making?”

“It was an I-am-so-in-love-with-that-woman-and-I-have-to-ask-her-something-super-important-right-now face.”

You turn to face him directly and slide your arms around his waist.

“And what do you have to ask me?”

“Will you marry me?”

You pause, looking up at the man in front of you: the man that is your best friend, your partner in crime, your boyfriend, the love of your life, the man that was now holding you so close and asking you to marry him right before the two of you were about to fight a war. You look up at him, and there is only one possible answer to his question.

“Hell yeah.”

Fred smiles and laughs, quickly picking you up and spinning you around in his arms. You smile and laugh with him.

“Let’s go win this war, so we can go get married!” You exclaim, kissing him sweetly on the lips.

Fred smirks.

Part I // Part II // Part III

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Warning(s): Unedited (I’m sorry. I’m too lazy.)

Author’s Note: I actually finished a series. Woot woot!

“Hey, Nancy,” you say, grabbing the girl’s attention.

“Hey, Y/N!” She excitedly responds. She’s definitely in the party mood.

You smile weakly. “Hey,” you say again. “Can you do me a favor, and if you see Steve, tell him that I went home?”

Nancy narrowed her eyes at you. The two of you weren’t the best of friends, but you knew each other well—spending so much time babysitting your younger brothers together would do that to you.

“Y/N, is everything okay?” She asks, and she seems genuinely concerned.

“Yeah. Just tired is all. Parties really aren’t my thing.” You try and smile convincingly, but Nancy isn’t buying it.

“No, you’re leaving because of that. Aren’t you?”

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Warning(s): None.

Author’s Note: N/A

“Hey, short stuff!” Fred calls, grabbing your attention.

You turn around in the hallway to glare at your boyfriend, despite the crowd of students trying to pass you.

“Fred, please don’t,” you say as he wraps his arm around your shoulders.

“Come on, shorty! I’m just messing with you.”

“I know.”

So you let it go.

You’re trying to get into the Gryffinfor common room, but the password was changed and no one told you.

“Come on! Please let me in! It was “Banana Fritters” not two hours ago!”

“Well,” the Fat Lady begins, “it was changed one hour ago, and I can’t let you in without the password.”

“UGH!” You cry out in frustration.

“What’s going on?” You hear George ask.

“Can you not reach the portrait to open it anymore, love?” You hear Fred ask.

You turn around to see your boyfriend and friend. Doing your best to ignore Fred’s short joke, you answer.

“Someone changed the password on me.”

George nods in understanding.

“It’s “Caput Draconis” now.”

The Fat Lady hums in approval before swinging open to allow entrance. The twins and you climb in thru the portrait hole.

“So,” Fred starts, “how was potions? Were you able to reach all the ingredients on the top shelf without me?”

You look up at your boyfriend with a scowl to see him smirking.

“Stop with the short jokes, Fred!” You say, frustration oozing out of your voice.

“Oh, I’m sorry, love. Was that a low blow?”

You duck out from under Fred’s arm and turn to look at him with your arms crossed.

“Fred, if you don’t stop with the short jokes, I’m going to tell everyone we know that you named your favorite pillow Mr. Puff Puff.”

Fred’s eyes widened.

“You wouldn’t!”

“I would!”

“Okay, I’ll stop.”

“Good.”

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Warning(s): None.

Author’s Note: N/A

“Y/N?” Fred asks timidly.

No reply.

“Y/N, please.”

Still no reply.

“Y/N, love, I know you’re mad at me, but I need help with my tie.”

Sighing, but still saying nothing, you get up from your seat on yours and Fred’s bed to help Fred.

You walk up to your husband and begin to tie his tie for him. Oh, how you wish he could do it himself right now!

Fred watches you as you tie his tie for him, and he’s filled with so much love for you in that moment that it hurts. He just wishes he could get you to stop being so angry with him.

“Y/N, love, I’m sorry,” he says.

“Mhmm,” is your only response.

You finish tying the tie and turn to leave the room. After all, you had to start getting your things together to leave for Harry and Ginny’s wedding. Fred follows you, desperately trying to get you to talk to him.

“I am! I really am sorry.”

You decide to throw him a bone, so you stop where you are and turn around. Fred, not expecting you to stop, all but runs into you; he grabs on to you to steady himself and keep you from falling over. After the two of you are steady, you look up at him.

“Say you were wrong,” you demand.

“Fine. I was wrong,” he says.

“Say you won’t ever say that again.”

“I won’t ever say that I’m better at Mario Kart than you.”

“Good. Because you’re wrong.”

“Well, I did beat you...”

You give Fred a look.

“But you’re obviously better at muggle games than me, so I must have just had beginners luck.”

“Mhmm,” you say before checking the time.

“Oh! We better get going, or we’re gonna be late and your mum’s gonna kill us!”

Fred chuckles.

“Alright. Let’s get going then.”

You grab your bag with the things you need for the weekend and then your wand. You’re about to apparate to the Burrow when...

“Hey, love?”

“Yeah, Fred?”

“I love you.”

Part I // Part II // Part III

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Warning(s): None. Unedited (I’m sorry, but I’m lazy.)

Author’s Note: Here is the much anticipated part 2. Sorry for the wait! I am also sorry to anyone who I was supposed to tag in this. I’ve lost my list of people.

“I just want to punch him in his stupid, smug face.”

The violent words pull you out of your daze and you quickly focus in on your best friend in front of you—Steve—and make a face.

“You wanna punch who in his stupid, smug face?” You ask.

“Were you listening to a word I was saying?” Steve asks with a faux look of hurt. You can tell he is amused, though.

“Of course I wasn’t. Your problems are so boring, I was thinking about better stuff.”

“Like what?” Steve smirks.

Hey, guys! I know it’s been forever since I’ve posted actual stories, but today’s your lucky day! I wrote a bunch. So prepare yourself for:

2 more parts to that Steve Harrington x Reader that I wrote forever ago.

and

3 Fred Weasley x Reader oneshots.

I can’t wait for you guys to read them.

And, as always, feel free to request things!

Hey, guys! I finally fixed my masterlists!

My links are currently down. I apologize, and I’ll have them up and running ASAP.