Halloween one year:
Sirius enters James and Lily’s party in a silver tube top with a pie plate on his head.
Lily: Sirius, what the hell are you dressed as?
Sirius: A giant nail!
James, visibly confused: Padfoot, why the hell did you choose that as your costume?
Sirius, smirking: Because Moony is dressed like a hammer and he likes to bang me into walls!
Lily: Get the fuck out of my house.
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Sirius: wait so you left Regulus with Lily?
James: yeah why?
Sirius: you don’t see the problem?
James: she said she would take care of him
[with Lily and Regulus in muggle london]
Lily: Please, Reg, the microwave isn’t trying to attack you
Regulus: Then why was it beeping at me?
Lily: Beacause the food is done!
Regulus: oh! So you’re in on the conspiracy are you? I’m not eating your poisoned food!
Lily: it’s not! Well - okay microwaves may add some radiation to your food but not enough to kill you
Regulus: I knew it!
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Prompt: 'Build Me Up Buttercup' (Discord Drabble)
"Why don't up buuuuuild me up! Build me up! Buuuutercup, baby. Just to let me dow-ow-ownnn!"
Wayne curls his fingers around the top corner of his newspaper, reading over the results of the weekend's local sports results one more time. He thinks he has probably read the same column of statistics at least three times now, not soaking in a goddamn thing.
All because Eddie is in the kitchen, alternating between whistling and singing away, turning the radio up with each new song. When the kid feels like cooking, he's a tornado.
He's singing along to Build Me Up Buttercup now, his "buttercup"'s growing shrill as he competes with the kettle sounding off and bacon crackling away on the stove. Plus whatever other clattering he makes along the way too.
Wayne sighs, blinking harshly as he tries to focus. He supposes he should be grateful his nephew is actually up at a decent hour to not just have breakfast and get ready for work, but is also pretty darn cheery about it.
But he sure as hell could be a whole lot quieter about it!
"Why don't you build me up!" Eddie shout-sings, beginning up the never-ending chorus yet again.
He cracks an egg and Wayne has to bite back a grimace as he watches part of the yoke slop from carton to frypan.
"Build me up, buttercup!"
"Hey, Wayne."
He looks up to find Steve Harrington letting himself in, clicking the door shut as quietly as possible as he looks into the kitchen with an amused frown.
"Morning," he replies, nodding to the boy.
"Is he up?" Steve stage-whispers, bewildered as he sets his backpack down and begins tip-toeing to the table, "And making breakfast?"
"But I love youuuuuu stiiiill..."
"Sure seems like it," Wayne replies, bringing his coffee mug to his lips to hide a fond smile.
He almost falters as he sets the mug back down, startled by Eddie bounding to the table.
"Made you breakfast," he sing-songs, leaning down to grin right in Steve's face before jumping upright just as quick, "Figured you'd have, what, a Pop Tart and a gallon of coffee?"
"No..." Steve defends, folding his arms with obvious guilt.
Eddie hops back to the kitchen, bouncing to the ba-da-ba-bum beat – and singing it too.
"Buttercup!" he screams.
Steve jumps, stumbling halfway to a seated position.
Wayne spills his coffee in earnest now, narrowly missing the sports section.
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