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In Time, My Love ; Thunderblink AU

Summary: An AU where mutants aren’t hunted and John, Lorna and Marcos own a training/rec centre for mutants. 


The second John walks into the Mutant Underground, he’s accosted by Leanne, their twenty-year-old overly perky secretary, and she’s rambling at a pace that should be her superpower, so he puts a hand to her shoulder and reminds her to slow down.

“Oh, sorry!” Leanne makes a gesture like she’s conking her head with an invisible hammer. “My mouth just runs and runs away from me. Mama says I was born without a filter.” She laughs loudly. “This one time, when I was sixteen, my teacher told me –”

“Leanne,” John says, voice firm and a little exasperated. This is a song and dance they do every morning. 

She smiles apologetically. “Right, umm… Marcos says you have to go meet him in Training Hall B as soon as you get in. Life or death or something.” 

John nods his thanks and makes his way through the building. It’s been nearly ten years since Marcos, Lorna and him began the Mutant Underground as a place for young mutants to train and learn to control their powers safely. Since then, it’s grown into a hive for mutants of all ages to congregate and offer their services to one another. They even have a new wing dedicated to counseling and therapy. That hadn’t been his idea though, nor Marcos or Lorna. It was hers.

As if summoned by just thinking of her, his phone beeps. A Twitter notification.

Clarice Fong‏・@bbblink・1m 
if anyone sees my bf, can u pls punch him 4 me? what kind of savage finishes the milk and puts it back in the fridge! #timetogettinder

Lorna Dane・@magnetqueen・1m
replying to @bbblink 
wow. dump his ass #thunderwho

Rolling his eyes, John quickly types a reply. Marcos can wait. 

John Proudstar・@thunderbird・1m
replying to @bbblink @magnetqueen 
kind of rude, babe. you’re asking people to break their hands for you 😏 (lorna, does 15 years of friendship mean anything to you!) 

He met Clarice nearly five years ago to the day. He’d been out walking his dog when he found her surrounded by a gaggle of kids. She was beautiful, the kind that made you stop and stare for a little while, but that hadn’t been what drew him to her. He maintains to this day that the second he fell in love with her was when she shouted across the park, “Michael, I swear to god if you don’t stop that, I’m going to teleport you into the damn Grand Canyon and leave you there!” Thankfully, John hadn’t needed an opener to meet her. Zingo did all the work. 

Suppressing the smile that always came with thinking about his long-time girlfriend, John pushes the door open to Training Hall B to find Marcos standing in the centre of the hall, staring up at the ceiling with a perplexed expression. 

“Uh… buddy, you alright?” 

Marcos startles and turns around, his eyes glowing for a fraction of a second, before he lets out a deep breath. “Shit! You scared me.” 

“You asked me to come…” 

“Oh… yeah, I did, didn’t I?” Marcos looks panicked and that makes John feel a little nervous.

“What’s going on?” 

“I think I’m going to do it,” his friend says definitively, turning his gaze back up at the skylight. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going to do it.” 

John is still thoroughly confused. “Do what?” 

It,” Marcos says, narrowing his eyes as he glances back to John. When he doesn’t respond, his friend sighs. “Ask Lorna to marry me!” 

“Oh!” John laughs in relief. “I thought you were going to leave the Mutant Underground or something. You looked so freaked out.” 

“I am freaking out!” Marcos snaps, still as frantic as before. “This is a big deal! Wouldn’t you be freaking out if you were about to ask Clarice to marry you?”

The very idea has John’s throat going dry. “Yeah, but… but that’s different. You and Lorna have a kid together! You’ve been together for forever.” 

Marcos rolls his eyes. “Still terrifying, man.” 

“Right, so why do you need me exactly?” 

“I’m going to ask her here,” Marcos says, gesturing to the hall. “Creating this place is kind of how it all began and so I need you to clear your classes after 3 today so I can set up.” 

John salutes. “You got it. Need any help?”

With a list of tasks to do, John backs away and leaves Marcos to ruminate alone in the hall. As he’s finding his way back to the administration wing, he takes out his phone again to find even more notifications.  

Clarice Fong・@bbblink・17m
replying to @thunderbird @magnetqueen
ur so smug, arent u? what if i do get tinder! i’m a hot ass catch and i bet i can find a man who replaces milk cartons! 

Lorna Dane・@magnetqueen・17m
replying to @bbblink @thunderbird  
i can help! (ily john but tinder sounds fun)

Lorna Dane・@magnetqueen・10m
@bbblink does not bluff. she actually got tinder (but then deleted it 5 secs later) @thunderbird 

Clarice Fong・@bbblink・8m
replying to @magnetqueen @thunderbird 
i’m gonna shower in purell tonight. how do single ppl do this? #thankgod4johnproudstar #sorry #lornamademedoit 

John swipes out of the Twitter app to pull up her number. She answers on the first ring. 

“Don’t be jealous,” Clarice says without greeting. “Unless you get jealous over dudes named Chad, who thinks going to the ‘gym’ is an appropriate interest. I mean what the hell is that about? Also, what’s up with the fishing photos! Is this like some new single white man thing?” 

John laughs. “I wouldn’t know. I’m not single or white.” 

He hears her exhale down the line and his heart does that dumb little twist of pleasure every time he makes her laugh. 

“Well, if you were ever thinking about breaking up with me, now you can’t because I refuse to be single ever again,” Clarice says, and he can hear the smile in her voice. “You’re stuck with me, Thunderbird.” 

“What a shame,” he says, teasing back. “So no more tinder?” 

Clarice makes a gagging noise. “No. And remind me to stop listening to Lorna. Oh, by the way, have you seen Marcos? Lorna says she’s been trying to get in touch with him all morning.” 

“He’s busy right now,” John says. He hates lying to Clarice, but it’s not his secret to tell. “He says he’ll call her after he’s done.” 

“Okay, I’ll let her know.” There’s a second of silence before Clarice says, “he’s going to ask her to marry him, isn’t he?” 

“What? How did you know that!” 

“One, I’m smarter than both of you; two, Marcos has been extra squirrelly lately,” Clarice lists out. “And three, you’re a bad liar.” 

John laughs, bright and loud. “Shit, well… yeah, okay. But you can’t say anything to Lorna.” 

“Oh yeah, that’s totally what I was about to do… But it’s crazy, right? Lorna and Marcos getting married?” 

“They live together; they’re raising Aurora together. I think they’re already married, Clarice,” John points out. 

I know, but it’s still… weird,” Clarice repeats. 

“Not everyone is as allergic to commitment as you are,” John says, smiling as he continues to walk through the corridor leading to his office. 

He hears her huff. “I’m not that bad. I’m living with you, aren’t I?” 

“It only took four and a half years,” he reminds her, clicking the door shut behind him and walking over to his desk. 

“And in another four years, we can talk about getting a dog,” Clarice says, cheery like she’s just made a very funny joke.

John rolls his eyes. “We already have a dog.”

She chuckles. “Yeah, yeah… okay, you’re distracting me. Go do work. I’ll see you tonight. Don’t forget to buy milk! Love you, bye!”  

She hangs up before he gets a chance to say he loves her too, but his attention has already diverted to the object in his other hand, the lights above him refracting off of it in a spectacular display of rainbow hues. John isn’t exactly a romantic, but a year into his relationship with Clarice in an uncharacteristic moment of pure spontaneity, John went out and bought a diamond ring. It doesn’t matter to him when or how it happens, but he knew then just as he knows now that she’s it. Clarice Fong is the only person he’ll ever want to spend the rest of his life with and he’d be happy to wait another four and half years just to ask.

Livestreaming//Finn Wolfhard x reader

Fuck so this is my first ever imagine here and I apologize if it’s shitty yikessss. 

Thank you for 200 followers by the way! This is my gift from me, to all of you. 

Warnings: None lol, just pure fluff


You and Finn have been best friends for almost two years now. You guys first met on the set of Stranger Things and since then you have been inseparable. You guys got a long so well that sometimes people mistake you two as a couple. You and Finn are aware of the fans shipping you two and you honestly didn’t mind because well, you like Finn. I mean, what’s not to like about him anyway? He’s sweet, caring, and kind. What more could you want?

Millie was the first one to notice that you liked Finn. You didn’t know how because you made sure to not be obvious about it. Millie was great at reading people, she considered it as one of her talents. She always pushed you to tell Finn about your feelings for him because she believes that Finn felt the same way. You didn’t believe that though, it was crazy. How could Finn Wolfhard like you? It was just too wild so you constantly brushed that idea away whenever it came up.


After promoting season two of Stranger Things, you and the rest of the cast were given a break. Finn invited you to spend the break with him in Vancouver to which you happily accepted. 

“Can you get your foot off of my face? Gosh you dick.” You said jokingly as you pushed Finn’s foot away from you face. You guys were laying opposite from each other on Finn’s bed, just hanging out and talking about random things. 

“You’re so rude.” Finn replied as he continued to place his foot on your face. 

“Says the person constantly placing their foot on my face.” You rolled your eyes playfully as you continued to push Finn’s foot away.

“Hey I know,” Finn suddenly bolts up and sits down, “We should do a livestream! We can sing together and answer questions!” Finn smiled as he proposed his idea to you. 

“I’m okay with livestreaming, but can we not sing? I don’t even sing well.” You said you continue to lay down on Finn’s bed. Finn loves the way you sing, he’s been trying to get you to sing with an audience, but you weren’t so keen to the idea. That doesn’t stop him from suggesting it every once in awhile though. 

“Oh come on, Y/N! You sing great, I wouldn’t be constantly bothering you to sing if you weren’t good!” Your best friend said as he shook your leg, “Come on pleaaasssseee?” 

“Fine, just one song though.” You say as you sit up. 

Finn smiled so widely which caused you to smile too, his smile was contagious. 

“That’s enough for me.” Finn got out of his bed to go get his guitar. You grabbed your phone which was placed on Finn’s night stand and opened Instagram. In a few minutes, Finn was back with his guitar. He then sits beside you and you give him your phone. Finn quickly switches out of your account to his account and he then starts the livestream. Viewers rolled in the stream in no time. He then places your phone on his nightstand so he didn’t have to hold it during the stream. 

“Hey guys so, Y/N and I decided to livestream because we’re bored and guess whattttt.” Finn said and comments saying “What” started pouring in. “Y/N and I are going to be taking song requests so go ahead and request!”

“Uhm requests? I thought we agreed on doing only one song?” 

“Sorry nope, change of plans Y/N, we’re singing our heart out today.” Finn said with a teasing wink which made you roll your eyes. 

“Why are you like this? You’re so annoying.” You said while jokingly pushing Finn away from you.

“You love me though.”

“No I hate you.”

You both didn’t notice but every time you spoke to each other, the closer you sat together. With every word spoken, you and Finn scoot closer to each other.

@strangerthingsfansxxx: fuCK I SHIP THIS SO MUCH Y’ALL DON’T EVEN TRY TO FIGHT ME ABOUT THIS

milliebobbybrown: you guys are so cute!!!!

wyattoleff: “we’re just friends!12!!!21212!1″ 

jackdgrazer: just date already smh

You and Finn leaned in closer to your phone’s screen and read everyone’s comments. 

ahoeforstrangerthings: okay but every time they talk, they scoot closer to each other fuck THIS IS THE TYPE OF CONTENT LIVE FOR

You and Finn both read the same comment and quickly scooted away from each other. You tried to play it cool, but you were slowly losing it. Your hands were getting clammy and your heartbeat was slowly rising. Finn on the other hand was blushing crazy.

“OKKKKAYYY, so a lot of people requested for Girl Crush by Little Big Town so we’ll do that.” Finn said while getting his guitar ready, you quickly look at him and saw that his face was red. You cleared your throat and started singing as soon as Finn strummed the first chord to the song. Finn would harmonize with you every now and then.

dontfuckpennywise: funny how Finn chose to do this song ;)

sophialillis: you guys sing so good together damn sOMEOEN GIVE THEM A RECORD DEAL

A few minutes later, you and Finn finished singing the song. Everyone was cheering in the comments which made you smile. 

“Alright that’s enough songs for today, I told Y/N we’d only do one song. Don’t worry though, I’m going to try and convince her to do more song covers in the future.” Finn teased as he turned his face towards you to give you a smirk. 

“That won’t happen sir, not on my watch.” You reply while smiling at Finn. You two kind of stared at each other’s eyes for a few seconds. There was this electrifying feeling coursing through the both of you, but you didn’t know why you felt that way. 

uncle_jezzy: electricity

strangestthings: OH SHIT MOTHER STEVE JSUT SAID ELECTRICITY JDNFJSVDNFVJNJDFNV 

(YourShipName)isreal: JOE APPROVES

Finn looks through the comments again and sees Joe Keery’s comment, he turns red as he mouths the word ‘electricity.’ You choked on your saliva as you read Joe’s comment, but you played it cool by acting as if you were just coughing.

“Okay we’ll take questions now, go crazy but not too crazy with the comments you guys.” You say as you looked at your phone screen searching for good questions.

gatenm123: i miss you guys!! when are you guys planning on visiting me? :DDDD

“We miss you too and we’re planning on visiting you for sure, Gaten. We just don’t know when yet. We’ll let you know.” Finn said and you nodded in agreement. 

cuddlesand(YourShipName): are you guys dating? ;)

“NOPE! JUST FRIENDS!” You and Finn said simultaneously as you came across the question from @//cuddlesand(YourShipName). You found it quite interesting how the both of you replied at the same time at the same comment, but decided to dismiss it. Surely it was just a coincidence, right?

“I’m so cold what the hell? Can you change the temperature of thermostat please?” You asked Finn as you rubbed your hands on your arms in an attempt to warm yourself up.

“The thermostat is all the way downstairs, that’s a lot of work. Here just-” Finn turns around and tugs on his bed’s comforter, “Here.” Finn covers the both of you with his comforter which helped with the temperature situation. 

“Better?” 

“Yeah, better. Thank you, Finnie.” 

“Stop that.” You laughed as Finn rolled his eyes as a joke, he secretly loved when you called him Finnie.

The fans freaked out, both of you were sure that there will be edits of you two all over the internet after the livestream and you didn’t mind at all.

thestrangestofthings: are you guys sure that you’re just friends? I mean come on!!! Look at you guys!! 

As you read @//thestrangestofthings’s comment, you couldn’t help but remember Millie’s advice: “Just tell him how you feel Y/N.” Millie’s voice echoed inside your head.

“Finn doesn’t like me like that, you guys.” You say as you effortlessly hid your disappointment, you were an actor after all.

“What if you’re wrong?” Finn suddenly blurted out while turning towards you and looking at you straight in the eyes.

The comments section exploded.

“What do you mean wrong? I… I don’t under-”

“Well, what if I do like you, Y/N? What if I told you right now that I have liked you for two years now? What if I told you that when I first met you, I immediately liked you, and not just friend like, you know… like…like.”

You stared at Finn, tears of joy threatened to spill out of you as you stared at each other. You couldn’t believe what he was saying, there was just now way.

(YSN)kisses: HOOOOOOLLLY SHIT HOOOLLLY SHITJDFNGJSDFJGNHFGH

therealcalebmclaughlin: I owe The Duffer Brothers $20 

sadiesink_: @//therealcalebmclaughlin you and the duffer brothers were betting? lollllll

You slowly processed everything that Finn just said, it was hard for you to accept it but slowly you digested the new information.

“Well Finnie, what if I told you that I too have liked you for about two years now.”

therealcalebmclaughlin: we been knew sis

noahschnapp: this is old news 

mikessweaters: LMFAO CALEB IM CKMKFGdfdf

If smiles could actually melt a person, you would be melting now. Finn was beaming at you. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He couldn’t believe that the girl he has liked for two years feels the same way. Never in Finn’s wildest dreams thought Y/N would ever feel the same way. To Finn, this whole thing felt like a dream.

beepbeeptozier: get you a man that looks at you the way Finn looks at Y/N

Finn scoots closer to you and you do the same causing the small gap between you two to disappear. You were dangerously close to each other now, but you both didn’t seem to mind. In fact, you liked how close you were. You faced each other your foreheads touching.

elevenloveseggos: ARE THEY GOING TO KISS WHAY THE FUCKELKFOGOVLLFLFKFKFF

Finn gently places his hand on your cheek and begins to lean in. The next thing you know, you were also leaning in. 

jaedenwesley: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

milliebobbybrown: oH MY GOSH

Before you two actually kissed, your phone falls off Finn’s nightstand. You were glad that that happened. you didn’t want three thousand or more people to watch you and Finn kiss. You felt selfish for wanting to have that moment all to yourself, but you didn’t care. All that matters now is that your best friend feels the same way and that Millie was right all along. 

The kiss felt magical, all the cliche story or movie descriptions of how a kiss should feel like were actually accurate. You felt sparks everywhere and you felt like you were going to explode. The world stops for a second or two and it was just you and Finn for a little while. A few seconds later, you and Finn pull away from each other. 

“Holy shit.” said Finn while smiling from ear to ear.

“Holy shit indeed.” You reply with a giggle. You quickly pick up your phone from the floor and looked through the comments: 

gatenm123: bet you they kissed

jackdgrazer: of course they did @//gatenm123 no doubt about that ;)

janehoppereggo: IM SO HAPPY THAT MY SHIP IS REAL FUCK I LOVE MY CHILDREN WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL

sophialillis: pay up @//chosenjacobs

“Alright thanks for watching you guys! Sorry about that whole mess… yikes.” You say as your face flushed. 

“We’ll do another livestream tomorrow, we’ll sing more songs, I promise. Bye!!!” 

Before Finn ended the livestream there was one more comment:

dkharbour: no funny business after this livestream. You know what I mean.

Don’t Freak

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

Steve Harrington x Reader

Requests are OPEN

PART II | PART III | PART IV | PART V

PART I


“You’re really trying to tell me that Low is David Bowie’s best album to date?” Jonathan nodded, opening the brown paper bag that held his lunch.

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” Y/N’s eyes widened, then shoved her lunch tray to the side. She leaned on her elbows, her hands in front of her.

“I could name five other Bowie albums, easily, that blow Low out of the water,” Jonathan took a bite of his sandwich, then motioned to Y/N.

“Go on then,”

Station to Station,” Y/N’s right index finger began to point to the fingers on her left hand to count. “Aladdin Sane, The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars -obviously-, Diamond Dogs, and my number one favorite Bowie album of all time,” Jonathan mimed exactly what Y/N was saying with her, “Hunky Dory.” Y/N took a deep breath as she finished, then shoved a french fry in her mouth. “It’s like I don’t even know you sometimes,” She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders jokingly, “But, I mean, Low is still a great album,” That made Jonathan chuckle. A body suddenly appeared on the bench next to Y/N, scaring the life out of her. She had one hand on her mouth and the other over her heart to stop herself from screaming. Y/N turned her head and saw Steve Harrington with a dumb grin on his face.

“Tonight?” He looked at Y/N expectantly.

“What?” Her pupils were still wide from the shock, and the word sounded pretty dumb coming from her.

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CASTIEL AND HIS SACRED OATH - 12x10, 12x12, 12x23

This scene here. This split second glance is so so important. I don’t know why people aren’t talking about it (I couldn’t even find any gifs of it and had to take pictures coz I’m computerly incompitent). But I wanted to give my own analytical response to this millisecond glance, because I think it demonstrates properly why Cas has never done anything about his feelings for Dean. 

First, some context from my behalf: I always assumed Cas had never admitted his love for Dean for one of two reasons, 1) he was an angel, therefore not quite understanding his feelings himself - perhaps confusing them with familial love, Dean style. Or 2) he was afraid his love may not be reciprocated. But after watching 12x10, 12x12 and 12x23, I can thoroughly rule out reason 1. 

Now, I’ll be talking a lot about 12x10 as that ENTIRE EPISODE and THIS LOOK are so closely correlated. 

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Accidental Stabbing (Richie Tozier x Reader)

Richie Tozier x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: You tried to stay out of trouble, really you did. But while running from Henry Bowers, you bump into the only group people who seemed to have noticed you since your arrival at Derry. One particularly stupid boy in thick glasses catches your attention as you ‘accidentally’ stab Henry. 

Warnings: Cursing, stabbing someone (I mean… duh), blood, mention of assault, mention of cult activities (it sounds worse that it is, but holy fuck I sound satanic).

Word Count: 1,312

Being a resident of Derry officially sucked ass. Seriously. You glanced behind you as you ran and saw that Henry Bowers was still close behind, shoving little kids and adults alike. Your head snapped back to face front and you prayed that your legs could carry you just a little bit more. Ever since moving here a two months ago, there were a specific group of people you knew to avoid, even if it meant always being quiet and keeping your head down. Not that you were quiet in real life, but it was best not to trigger the anger that you kept locked away. Henry shouted something about you being a slut, his voice louder and closer. Your throat was growing tight and dry but the adrenaline kept you moving, sprinting through the town, ducking under people’s arms, sidestepping old folks, trying not to trample toddlers… All because the Patrick kid from Henry’s gang thought your shorts were too small. Well he can go fuck himself. You think, pumping your arms and legs faster. Fuckin’ pervert.

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“Hey, Barold?” 

“Yes, dear?”

“Are you dead?”

Barry’s head pokes into the dining room table, the Neverwinter Times folded into his hands. He looks down at himself, pokes his own nose. “I don’t think so? I don’t look dead.”

Lup looks him up and down, then says, “Yep, you really don’t.”

“Why?”

In response, Lup takes the package she’s been holding, grabs it by the ends, and turns it on its head. Letters - bundled into packs bound with black ropes, spare ones scratched on torn napkins, envelopes-within-envelopes written in deep dark ink - spill all over the table.

“What are these?”

“Consolation letters,” Lup says, grinning. She plucks the first one off the table, slits it with a brightly-painted red nail, and begins to read. “‘Dear Lup Taaco, my cult and I would like to express our condolences for your loss.’ Aww, that’s so sweet, they’re cult-bonding.”

Barry narrows his eyes. “Is that a necromantic cult or a religious one?”

“Dunno.” She tosses it aside, picks up another one. “‘Dear IPRE, sorry for your loss. We hope Barry feels better soon. We know most people don’t feel better after being dead but he’s done it before.’”

Barry drifts forward, looking at the stack in apprehension and slight awe. He picks one up at random, skims it, and turns white. “Why do these people think I’m dead?”

“Don’t know, but there’s definitely a consensus, babe,” Lup says. “Aww, someone sent a bunch of dead flowers! I’ll pass them onto Merle.”

“Lup, no, this is weird. This - this is weird.”

“Yeah, for sure,” she says, leafing through the next letters. The mound grows intimidatingly the more Barry looks at it. “What did you do?”

“I - I don’t know.”

“Huh. Maybe someone started a dumb rumor. You never know the kinda shit floating around Faerun these days.”

True? Okay. Okay, no, this is just another mystery. Maybe there are clues in the truly preposterous number of letters sitting on the table. Carefully, Barry picks the first one up, a letter wrapped in a satin ribbon and addressed in dark ink so black it almost looks tar. He tears it open gently and sets the envelope aside, then begins to read.

Dear Miss Lup,

I’m really really sorry your husband is dead. I want you to know that my mom and my dad love him too and that if you ever need someone to talk to because death is a really really bad thing then you can send us a letter any time. I’d give you my mom’s frequency but I don’t know it.

Love,

Carnila

Below is an address. It’s from the far east, a remote village that Barry only knows because he passed through there while hunting for Lup a couple of years into his search.

He’s not freaking out so much as very, very confused. He’s certain he’s alive. Pulse beating in his throat and everything. So why does everyone think he’s dead?

He goes through a couple more without finding any clues. Most are of the same vein - sorry for your loss, hope you’re doing better. A couple recommend Lup some therapists in Neverwinter. Two cite him as his inspiration for practicing necromancy. He’s gonna need to pay those fans a personal visit. Probably with his scythe.

“Barry?” Lup says after a little while. She’s set the letters down and is now looking at him strangely.

He opens another one. This one’s written in blue ink. All the others have been black. Really goes to show what kind of person picked Barold J. Bluejeans, lich and necromancer-turned-reaper extraordinaire, as their favorite of the seven birds. “Yes, dear?”

“When you died, you picked up your bodies, right?”

Barry freezes. He thinks back to those ten years on his own, dying repeatedly. He’d had a process - he’d freak out, flicker a little bit, and pull himself together - with admirable speed and courage, of course. Then he’d grab his jeans (can’t leave those behind), a couple hairs, a bunch of blood (which wasn’t typically too hard to collect), the coin, some supplies, and take off for Wave Echo Cave.

He’d leave the body, though. He didn’t need it.

“Barold J. Bluejeans,” she snaps, setting down her letter with a thwack on the table. “Did you leave your corpses strewn all around this continent?”

“I only needed a little blood to make a new body!” he yelps. “I was a lich, it wasn’t like I could pick up my body and carry it with me!”

“You managed to keep the same clothes for ten years!”

“I’ve had these jeans for a hundred years, they’re precious to me!”

“That’s fair,” Lup says, grinning too widely to be angry. “So you’re telling me, these people stumbled across your dead body and thought it was you?”

“Probably,” he replies sheepishly. “I mean, in my defense, I didn’t think anyone would find it. I kinda fell off a mountain range.”

“And you didn’t go collect them when you got an actual body?” she asks, gesturing toward him.

“I was a little busy creating your body.”

Lup sighs, exasperated. She throws an envelope at him. It drifts unimpressively down to the table. “This is it, Barold. This is what you get when you don’t show up at press conferences ever. People start to think you’re literally dead.”

“I hate them,” he mumbles. “Too many spotlights and reporters and questions. I get all sweaty.”

“You’re one of the seven birds, babe. People want to know your story.”

“They already do, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, but they want to hear it from you.” She glances over her shoulder at the Taako Time™ calendar hanging on their wall and grins. “Babe, there’s one tomorrow and you’re going.”

“I don’t wanna,” he whines. “Lup, they…they suck. All the reporters and the microphones and the spotlights….”

“No arguments, dear,” Lup says, standing and crossing her arms over his head to rest her cheek on his hair. “Lucretia hates them too and she goes.”

“She was the Director of the Bureau of Balance, she’s good at that shit now,” Barry grumbles. “Besides, Davenport doesn’t have to answer questions.”

“Davenport’s at sea, babe. Getting to interview him is like finding a Shiny.”

Barry groans, tugs on a strand of Lup’s hair. It’s dyed red toward the ends. “If you loved me you wouldn’t make me go.”

“I love you,” Lup affirms, “so I’m making you go.”

“Can I at least - ”

“No, you can’t wear your tuxedo T-shirt. You have to wear the sweater vest I bought you.”

Barry slumps his head toward the table. Lup slides down his neck to rest her chin on his shoulder. “Cycle forty or sixty-eight,” he asks, words muffled by the table.

“Forty,” she decides. “I won’t make you do sequins.”

“Thank the Queen.” He straightens. There’s ink on his forehead. Lup laughs, then licks a thumb and wipes it away. “Gross.”

The letters flare in the corner of his vision. Sighing, Barry tugs Lup onto his lap. She sits with a laugh, gleeful and teasing, and reaches reaching for a letter of her own. Leaning her temple against his, she slices open another letter, and begins to read.

“Wow, babe,” she says after a couple minutes. “You’re really an inspiration for some up-and-coming dark magic babies.”

“I know,” he sighs. She chuckles and ruffles his hair affectionately. “I’m gonna have to go talk to them.”

Lup’s counterproposal is cut off by her Stone of Farspeech buzzing against her collarbone. She picks up without looking and says “Heyo, Blupjeans household, whaddya want?”

Barold J. Bluejeans!” screeches her brother’s voice through the receiver. Barry jumps. “You wanna explain to me why my dining table is fuckin’ swamped with condolence letters?!

Lup and Barry turn to stare at each other in horror. Then, right on cue, Barry’s Stone rings. He checks it. It’s Magnus’s signal. They stare at it.

“Oh Gods,” Lup groans, and picks up.

Barry? Barry, are you okay?” comes Magnus’s voice. There are a couple of dogs barking in the background, as there always are when Magnus calls. “I heard you were dead, I know it sucks, like, serious ass to be without a body, I wanted to check in, and also tell you that I’ve got a ticket for Neverwinter on hold if you need me down there - ” he says.

Lup and Barry exchange glances. Barry begins to laugh.

#awkward #pining #ministry

Prompts: @tera2
Author: @queenofthyme

Harry read the article again. He didn’t know why he put himself through it. Rita Skeeter’s outlandish claims never failed to make him angry. And he’d already forced The Daily Prophet to run a redaction days ago. 

No, he did know, actually. It was the accompanying image. The one with Draco Malfoy staring right into the camera, unblinking, a challenge in his eyes. It was familiar but at the same time nothing Harry had ever seen before (except during his many rereads of this particular paper). Malfoy had aged. Matured obviously since he was now a Ministry official. There was just something about his face. The same but different. Harry was drawn to it.

“Auror Potter." 

Harry looked up to find that same face at his doorway, focusing a steely gaze on Harry. He was so shocked he forgot he was holding a cup of tea. It dropped to his desk with an embarrassing clatter, spilling its contents, all over Malfoy’s inked face.  

The Malfoy at Harry’s office door – the real one – didn’t move. His eyes flickered down to Harry’s desk, watching the spill unfold passively.

Harry jumped to his feet and quickly bundled up the wet paper, throwing it face down into a waste basket at his feet. He wasn’t sure if he’d been fast enough.

He looked back up to Malfoy, searching for any sign he might have seen. Nothing. But that hardly meant much. Harry suspected Malfoy’s emotions didn’t play so obviously on his face anymore. He nodded in what he hoped was a professional courteous manner. "Dralfoy.”

Harry froze, the awful blunder hitting his ears just as it came out of his mouth. He could feel himself blushing, his palms getting clammy, his knees weak. Was simply Malfoy’s presence enough to make him come undone these days?

And just when he thought things couldn’t get worse, Harry, not quite sure how much longer he’d be able to stand for, slumped back into his seat - or at least attempted to – but misjudged the position and ended up plummeting to the floor instead.

The only saving grace – if there was any positive to the situation at all – was that at least on the floor, behind his desk, he was hidden from sight. He wondered if he crawled under his desk and stayed there, if Malfoy would get the idea and leave. Harry was seriously considering the option when Malfoy came into view again, stepping around the desk to loom over Harry.

He offered a hand. Harry gladly took it, forgetting for a moment the current predicament of said hands. And sure enough, after Malfoy helped Harry to his feet, he quickly let go and wiped his hand on his trousers.

Harry wanted to close his eyes and crawl up into a ball in the corner of the room. He never wanted to look Malfoy in the eye again. In less than a minute, he had made himself look like a complete fool. And all it took was for Malfoy to walk in the bloody room.

Malfoy cleared his throat. “I just came by to say hello. I thought it was polite given we work in the same building now. Which, of course, you already know.” His eyes darted to the waste basket. Shit.

“I had The Daily Prophet write a redaction,” Harry blurted out, as if that would help. Although at least he managed to get the words right this time.

“That was you? I should have guessed. You never miss an opportunity to save my skin.” Malfoy’s lips quirked upward for the smallest moment before his composure returned. “Well, it was nice seeing how the other side lives. I suppose I must get back to it.”

“Right,” Harry managed to nod. “I’ll get the door for you.”

They both stared at the open door.

Having already committed to the pointless task, Harry hurried forward and tripped over his own feet, falling right into Malfoy’s waiting – his reflexes were still as fast as they were in Quidditch – arms. Could Harry be more embarrassing?

Malfoy righted Harry but kept a firm grip on him – perhaps he thought Harry might slump to the floor otherwise, which was probably an accurate assumption at this stage.

There was amusement in Malfoy’s face now, a lightness in his eyes. “Are you always this clumsy, Potter, or am I special?”

“You’re special,” Harry answered quickly as he didn’t want Malfoy to think this was how all his mornings went. Although, after he realised what he’d said, he quickly tried to take it back: “No, I mean, wait, I mean, that’s not what I  -“

Malfoy took a step back, dropping his arms. “No need to be so flustered, Potter,” he interrupted. “I keep all the newspapers with your face on them too.”

Harry’s brain short-circuited. He must have stood there blinking at Malfoy for a solid five seconds before he was able to ask: “All of them?”

“Thirty-four and counting.” Malfoy winked. “You know, Potter, if you were to take me out to dinner, I’m sure the outing might be scandalous enough to make the front page. We could add to both our collections.”

“If I – you – dinner?” Harry repeated, a little discombobulated.

“Why, Potter,” Malfoy said, a cheeky smile appearing on his face, “I thought you’d never ask. I’d love to.”

Harry blinked – it was the only action he was capable of.

Malfoy laughed lightly when Harry didn’t reply. He made to exit, but paused briefly to call out over his shoulder: “I finish at six.”

Only when Malfoy was out of view did Harry let his knees give in.

more like this l @queenofthyme

7:32 PM - Peter Parker

request -  queen. I love your writing. If you’re willing to do another peter Parker smut bc im full of sin and ur last one was so damn good, can u do one where u guys are friends and peter asks if he can eat u out “for practice” or something and he’s rly awkward about it ? if u don’t wanna do that or if u wanna change it in anyway that’s totally cool. thanks for sharing your word with the world, it’s amazing!!!

a/n - had to get around to writing my second smut fic on this blog and i hope it isn’t a flop like me!!! this is NOT a continuation of 11:57 PM, i just thought it was cool to name the smut fics a time bc i think it makes it mysterious?? idk im dumb LMAO but don’t forget to request a fic if you’d like and follow!

7:32 PM. The time where I was supposed to be studying for my upcoming exam in Chemistry, but instead I’m over at Peter’s apartment doing the complete opposite. From being teenagers, it automatically causes us to always want to touch the other, and that’s the case just about now.

Our textbooks laid on his desk as we were sitting on his bed, myself straddling his lap as he held me close to his body. Our lips were happily engaged, coming together countless times as some music played lowly in the background. May had just left to grab dinner, explaining why Peter took such advantage of the situation.

Peter’s lips left mine as they came for my neck, kissing my sweet spot tenderly. He had only waiter a couple of seconds before gliding his tongue over it, making my spine shiver rather than his. One thing that I noticed lately is that Peter is taking more control, even though his nervousness was still as clear as day.

“Peter..” I rasped, holding the back of his head. “Don’t stop.”

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break the ice, 1

Pairing:  jungkook x reader x jimin
Genre: sports au, hockey player jungkook & jimin, smut, comedy?, slight angst, fluff too :’)
Warnings: thigh riding, sexting, phone sex, pillow riding
Word Count:  18k
Summary:

There are three rules to become an official Puck Bunny:
1.     You have to love hockey. No exceptions.
2.     You have to had slept with at least three hockey players. Starters, no benchwarmers.
3.     And most importantly, have fun!

A/N: i wanted this to be a oneshot but i kept adding and adding more :( …
anyway… enjoy part 1!!

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okay, can we talk about keith’s vlog tho? because all i see right now is that “we already have too much keith” and it makes me mad so i need to rant. here we go.

first of all, coran was so happy that he set up this system so he and the team could record vlogs and maybe talk about fun things and stuff like that. but keith lived on a desert for so long he didn’t even know what “fun” is at this point and he’s not the kind of person that would talk simply to fill the silence. so of course when you tell him to sit in front of the camera and talk, he will finally just say whatever is on his mind. and he starts to talk about being half-galra? 

like, it’s on his mind all the time; not only that he’s not 100% human but also that because of who he is allura hated him and other altea people would probably feel the same. most of the time keith acts like he doesn’t care about anyone but maybe shiro, but the truth is he cares so much? about what allura thinks, about what hunk thinks. he just bottles it up like everything else.

and then the “vol- tron” scene with lance. keith still thinks about that! he’s frustrated because a stupid chant shouldn’t be this complicated but keith thinks it’s important to lance. he doesn’t understand even tho he wants to! i don’t know, i just felt like pointing this out because of Reasons. 

and then probably the most important part. where keith talks about how his mom left him and that’s the reason he has trust issues. like, holy shit, of course you’d have trust issues and if i’ll ever see one more person getting mad at keith for being angry about shiro’s disappearance, i’m throwing hands. both his parents apparently didn’t give a damn about him and shiro was the only person he had, he was and is his only family so of course keith was angry. and in this last part of his vlog we saw how vulnerable he really is, he opened up so much i was surprised because keith is usually a very reserved person when it comes to his feelings, so i think that we saw more character development in those three minutes than in the whole show and it’s important! 

so if you think that it was a waste of time and they’re “shoving keith down your throat” (i saw someone saying that here on tumblr) then i hope you’ll choke on him, because honestly? keith is one of the more interesting characters in the show both because of his backstory and behavior/development. 

so do i think that the other characters deserve more screentime too? of course! matt fucking holt is my fave character so you don’t get to talk to me about too little screentime. but do i think that they should stop giving us more keith content and that it’s okay to insult keith because of the amount of time he’s getting? well, let me tell you that this is bullshit. 

who in their right FUCKING MIND thought it was a good idea to design and create KYLO MOTHERFUCKING REN? a tragic backstory, wears ALL BLACK ALL THE TIME, cries when confronted with murder, and fuckin’ relentlessly makes snarky comments in inappropriate situations? this punk bitch is not even CLOSE to being a punk bitch, either, with his stupid ass cool ass fucking lightsaber that crackles as a physical representation of his instability and his goddamn helmet that he doesn’t even NEED to wear and only takes it off when confronted about it (that motherfucker probably doesn’t even like it, just wants to be cool). he fuckin’ gets shot by chewie’s ‘this shit took down a fucking vehicle with explosions and shit’ crossbow and STANDS THE FUCK BACK UP LIKE SOMEONE MERELY BRUSHED PAST HIM IN THE HALLWAY. WHAT THE FUCK? WHO IS HE? SOME FUCKING GOD? NO, BUT HE’S A GODDAMN FORCE SENSITIVE AND FUCKIN HELD A BLASTER SHOT IN PLACE FOR ONE MINUTE AND 29 SECONDS, ALL WHILE DEALING WITH POE DAMERON, FORMER CHILDHOOD FRIEND. EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER, RIGHT? WRONG. MY GUY KYLO BARELY GIVES HIM TIME TO SPEAK. LATER CHEWIE SHOOTS HIM IN THE GUT AND THEN THIS SHITTY FUCKING BYRONIC HERO PROCEEDS TO CHASE A SCAVENGER AND A DEFECTED STORMTROOPER INTO THE GODDAMN WOODS AND FIGHTS THEM FOR LONGER THAN A NORMAL PERSON WOULD HAVE LIVED AFTER AN EXPLOSIVE HIT THEM IN THE LIVER. BUT OKAY DUDE, WHATEVER REN. DO YOUR THING. FUCKIN RISK DEATH FOR A MAP YOU COULD’VE GOTTEN WHILE REY WAS ASLEEP. BUT WHATEVER. YOU JUST HAVE TO BE A GENTLEMAN AND ALL, LETTING HER WAKE UP OF HER OWN ACCORD, TAKING YOUR FUCKING MASK OFF FOR HER, SPEAKING BARELY ABOVE A WHISPER, TELLING HER THAT ‘IT HURTS YOU TO HAVE TO DO IT THIS WAY’ AND THAT YOU’LL ‘GO AS GENTLY AS POSSIBLE.’ EVEN THOUGH YOU KNOW, YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE A DARK SIDER AND ALL. WHY NOT JUST TERRORIZE HER AND NEARLY KILL HER LIKE YOU DID TO POE? KNOW WHY? BECAUSE SHE MAKES HIS INSIDES MELT, THAT’S WHY. AND JUST BECAUSE THIS HOOLIGAN HAS COMPASSION FOR THE GIRL DOESN’T MEAN HE IS ANY LESS OF A BADASS. IT MAKES HIM EVEN BETTER, KNOWING THAT HE’S CAPABLE OF FIGHTING WITH HIS SPUTTERING, DANGEROUS AF FIRE-SWORD AGAINST TWO PEOPLE INEXPERIENCED IN ANY SORT OF ‘CLASSICAL BATTLE TACTIC’ AND STILL ABLE TO, Y’KNOW, FEEL THINGS AND SHOW THAT HE’S A PERSON. HE’S SO EXTRA AND THROWS HIMSELF INTO UNNECESSARY DANGER FOR THE HELL OF IT, ALL THE WHILE LOOKING FLY AS FUCK WITH HIS FLOOFY-ASS FUCKING HAIR AND HIS BLACK ROBES, LOOKING LIKE SOME DARK PRINCE. (on a more serious note, poor kylo fucking hates himself and his life so much that i’m pretty sure he wouldn’t care if he died, thus why he doesn’t care when he’s in such situations. he’s miserable. he ‘wants to be free of this pain’ and all.) BUT HE’S HARDCORE, DUDE. AND HE’S FULL OF SO MUCH SNARK AND SALT ALL THE TIME, DISHING OUT INSULT AFTER SARCASTIC INSULT TO HUX AND FINN AND POE AND IT’S ABSOLUTELY SOMETHING A SOLO/SKYWALKER WOULD DO. 

I FUCKING LOVE KYLO REN.

so who thought it was cool to create him, a fuckin’ lightsaber-wielding, sharp-tongued, unpredictable, angst-filled Mr. Darcy and put him in the midst of ‘pride and prejudice: in space’? i want to know so i can punch you in the throat and kiss you on the mouth.

let’s hurt tonight

hello, this was loosely based on a request that i will put below, that scene is in here but it’s definitely not the main focus of the one shot, hope you like it!!

anonymous: hiii i was wondering if you could do something where harry is eating you out but your work calls and you have to answer while he keeps going down on you???

Heels in one hand, purse and phone in the other, you skipped down the stairs to where Harry was waiting, hands in his pockets.


He turned at the sound of your bare feet padding on the hardwood and a grin stretched across his face when his eyes landed on you. You still weren’t used to that look; his eyes flaming with desire as they made their way across your body. You would never admit aloud what that look did to you, but you were sure Harry knew anyway.


His eyes slowly made their way back up to yours, but darted traitorously to your mouth, “I like your lipstick.” Was all he said as he admired the redness of your mouth as it stretched into it’s own grin.

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Our Little Secret - Part Ten

Summary: Dean wakes you up with some bad news about Vegas

Series Masterlist

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Square Filled: hand-holding  for @spnkinkbingo

Kink(s): Mutual Masturbation

Word Count: 5100

Warnings: Smut, masturbation, ANGST, torture, canon typical violence. THE PLOT GOT AWAY FROM ME AND THERE ARE SO MANY FEELS

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I’m really loving these character and this series. Thank you for your wonderful responses. A special thank you to the people who looked this over for me.

***THE TAGLIST FOR THIS SERIES IS CLOSED**

“Sweetheart?” Dean’s voice is there, your brain groggy with sleep. You moan and hug the pillow tighter, burying your face into it.

He chuckles, “C’mon, you gotta get up.”

“Nuh-uh,” you protest, curling up more.

His hand runs up and down your side, “Sam heard of a hunt and we are the closest right now.”

You grumble incoherently, opening one eye. Deans sitting on the edge of the bed in front of you, fully dressed, looking amused, “C’mon.”

You shake your head, flipping over and pulling the covers around you like a child. You had been sleeping so damn go so you are a little put out.

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anonymous asked:

Whatever you do don’t think about Richie holding Eddie in his lap while Eddie cries because he’s been having nightmares and his moms sucks, and he has his face buried in the crook between Richie’s shoulder and neck and he’s grabbing onto Richie’s shirt. Richie is rubbing Eddie’s back and holding one of his hands and quietly singing fix you by Coldplay to try and soothe his boy while he tears up because it’s breaking his heart to see Eddie this way. Just don’t think about it.

i wrote a fucking mini fic about this fuck my life i need help


Eddie couldn’t take it anymore, he just couldn’t. The tears burnt his eyes as his mother glared at him from the hallway, before he slammed the door and locked it shut, not being able to face her anymore. He leaned his head against the door and let out a long, shaking breath, before pushing himself away and rushing towards the window. Usually it was the other way round, Richie would sneak out and end up in Eddie’s bedroom at an ungodly hour just to say hi, to sleep in his bed, to kiss him.

But now it was Eddie sneaking out, Eddie was climbing down the drainpipe that ran up the side of his house and jumping onto the front lawn, Eddie was the one sprinting towards Richie’s house with tears streaming down his face and sobs wracking his body. It was Eddie’s turn.

Richie jumped so hard when he heard the knock at his window, and bolted over with his baseball bat before pushing it open, ready to strike, but nearly burst out laughing when he saw who it was.

“Damn, Eddie Spaghetti! Nearly gave me a heart attack!” His face fell in a matter of seconds, as Eddie let out a choked sob, and Richie put the bat down before pulling him in by his t-shirt. “Shit, what happened to you?”

Eddie just looked at him, his vision blurry with all the tears, and sobbed again before collapsing against Richie’s chest, clinging onto his shirt and crying his heart out. Richie froze, not knowing what to do, before he gently wrapped his arms around Eddie’s waist and moved backwards so he was sat on his bed. 

“Hey, sshh, sshh, Eddie. You’re okay. You’re okay.” Richie cooed into his ear, stroking his hair and pulling Eddie closer so he could hug him tighter. Without thinking about it, as if it was natural, Eddie climbed onto Richie’s lap, placing a thigh on either side of his hips and clinging to him like a koala, never wanting to let go. Richie, for once, didn’t make a dirty joke. He didn’t comment on the fact Eddie was straddling him, or that Eddie was clinging onto his biceps so hard he’d leave bruises. He didn’t even say anything about Eddie’s lips ghosting over the sensitive skin in the crook of his neck as he cried. He didn’t say anything, just pulled Eddie closer and reached down to intertwine one of their hands together. “I’m here, you’re okay.” Richie said, nestling his nose into Eddie’s hair and closing his eyes. He didn’t need to ask, he already knew. Mrs Kaspbrak had been a pain in both of their asses for as long as they could remember. There was only one person that could make Eddie cry like this.

“I want to be my own person, Richie.” Eddie breathed into the crook of his neck, making him shiver. “I wanna be myself, not the person she wants me to be. I hate it. I hate that house, I hate my pills. I hate her.”

“Eds, you don’t hate her.” Richie said softly, knowing it was true. Eddie sniffled, clinging to Richie and burying his face into his shoulder.

“I know.” He said pathetically, and Richie stroked his fingers through Eddie’s hair until he slowly started to relax. He felt his pyjama shirt go wet from Eddie’s tears, but he didn’t care, it didn’t matter. “Richie?”

“Yeah, bud?”

“Can you sing for me?” Richie cringed a little, but Eddie gently pressed a kiss to Richie’s throat and pulled away to look at him. Richie went a bit pink, but Eddie ignored it, just reached up and cupped his cheek. “You sing beautifully…please?” 

“Only for you.” Richie said with a soft smile after thinking it over, and pulled Eddie down onto the bed, keeping him on top of his chest and pulling his head back into his neck. Richie propped his legs up so Eddie wouldn’t slip off of him, and threaded his fingers with Eddie’s once more before taking a deep breath and trying to think of a song to sing. 

“Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

High up above or down below
When you’re too in love to let it go
If you never try you’ll never know
Just what you’re worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you”

Richie hadn’t even realised Eddie was crying again until he felt the boy’s body shake on top of him. He pulled away, frowning at Eddie’s tear stained face, before using the pad of his thumb to wipe at his cheek. 

“Hey, I thought there wasn’t gonna be anymore tears?”

“Sorry, it’s just…you’re too good to me.” Eddie said with a smile, and Richie felt his heart race. 

You’re telling me that? Damn, that’s a plot twist if I ever saw one.” Eddie giggled and kissed Richie’s cheek, loving the way his face heated up under his touch.

“I mean it.” He whispered, and cuddled up to Richie again, slowly starting to drift off to the feeling of Richie’s breath on his skin and their fingers laced together. “You’re too good, Richie Tozier, and you don’t even know it.”

Stuttering Hands

Summary: You go through college pretty much unnoticed, keeping to yourself and getting on with classes, until you bump into the object of your daydreams and your college experience is changed for the better
Words: 4.1k
Sam x Deaf!Reader (Stanford!Era)
Warnings: none

Your name: submit What is this?

You sighed as you watched him, a few seats away from you, take notes and listen intently to the lecturer.

He was in your Art History class, and Psychology, and American Literature.

It seemed that everywhere you went you were faced with this handsome stranger, as if the world was pushing you together.

Sam.

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if the sky could dream 

[mike wheeler x reader]

author’s note: been wanting to write this but just didn’t know how to go about it, kinda happy w/ how it turned out tho. i love writing the boys so much, they’re the perfect practice for writing a conversation involving multiple people 

word count: 1,671

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Breaking the Rules - part 8

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:  Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:2,439

Warnings: the usual

A/N: Happy birthday @marvel—fangirl ! Hope you had a great day :) this is unedited bc I’m exhausted 

Breaking the Rules - Masterpage

Originally posted by thewintersadie

“Hello? Earth to Y/n! Are you still there?”

You snapped out of your musing and your two co-workers started to come into focus. Maria and Jarvis were standing next to you, both of them looked worried.

“You’ve been staring at the coffee pot for the past ten minutes,” Jarvis said as he put a hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, she’s not okay. She’s sick,” Maria laughed. “She’s been bitten by the love bug!”

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halloween [s.h.]

Originally posted by ilovenarcisse


Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Request:  Could you maybe do a stranger things Steve imagine when you go with Billy to the Halloween party (even though you hate him) to get Steve jealous?

Warning: Billy Hargrove being a dick. 

(this is the longest thing I’ve ever written tbh)


“Come and get sheet-faced,” you snorted, reading the words off the paper that Jonathan had just handed to you. “As tempting as that sounds, no thanks. I’ll be at home, binging on candy bars and watching whatever crappy horror movies come on the TV.”

Nancy whined slightly, grasping your arm. “(Y/N) please. Just join us for that one night.”

You shook your head, gently shaking Nancy off. “Nope. You kids have fun. I’ll stay at home, it’ll be fun.”

“I heard Steve is thinking about asking you to go,” Nancy sing-songed into your ear, causing your face to heat up. 

Jonathan smirked, slinging his arm over your shoulder as you started to walk. “It’s true.”

You hesitated slightly, slowing down. “I’ll think about it okay?”

Jonathan fist-pumped the air as Nancy let out a slight cheer. You rolled your eyes, smiling fondly at your friends’ antics as you turned the corner, only to stop in your tracks.

There, standing in front of you, was Steve Harrington. He was holding a bouquet of…were those candy bars? and smiling as Stacy threw her arms around him. You looked up at Jonathan and smiled tightly. “So much for him asking me to the dance huh?”

Nancy’s mouth was open in shock as you slipped out from Jonathan’s arm and walked off, watching the scene in front of her play out and wincing at Stacy’s loud voice.

The crowd gathered around Steve and Stacy dispersed quickly, and Jonathan & Nancy made their way towards them. 

“I can’t wait to go with you Steve!” Stacy exclaimed. “Pick me up at 7 okay?”

Pressing a kiss to his cheek, Stacy bounced away, looking down at the candy bouquet in slight dismay.

“What the hell was that?” Jonathan asked as Steve turned to them.

“I though you were asking (Y/N) to the party,” Nancy spoke quietly.

Steve looked after your retreating form, bewildered. “I am! Or I guess I was. I was waiting in front of her locker but I guess Stacy thought I was waiting for her. You gotta help me guys.”

Jonathan grimaced slightly. “I think you messed up. Badly. (Y/N) didn’t look very happy when she walked away.”

“You don’t think I could tell?” Steve exclaimed. “Stacy just happened to appear at the wrong place at the wrong time and now, I probably messed up any chance I had with (Y/N)!”

Nancy and Jonathan frowned as Steve marched away. 

“We have to help him Jon.”

“Yeah, we do.”


You sighed softly as you opened your locker, exchanging your books for the ones that you needed. You closed your locker and twirled, ready to go to class, when you bumped into something hard. 

Your books went flying everywhere and you gasped as you dropped to your knees, muttering apologies as you scrambled to gather your things. You heard a slight chuckle as you stood up and you couldn’t help but flush.

Your blush only deepened when you realized who you had bumped into.

Billy Hargrove. The new kid.

You gulped slightly, glancing up at his wide smile. You smiled tightly at him as you apologized once more and walked away from him, heading to class. 

“Hey wait up!”

Your cursed softly as Billy caught up with you, smoothly taking your books from you as he walked alongside you. “Let me help you with those.”

“Thanks Billy,” you spoke quietly.

“Listen, now that I know that you’re not Harrington’s little galpal, I was wondering if you wanted to go to Tina’s party with me?”

“What?” you asked in disbelief. Billy Hargrove had never shown any interest in you.

“I’m asking you out (L/N). Now that I know that King Steve is not your man, I want to take you out,” Billy spoke smoothly, leaning against the wall as you approached your next class.

You glanced inside the room, locking eyes with Steve. He glanced at you and tilted his head towards Billy, silently asking what was going on.

“You aren’t together, are you?” Billy’s voice broke through your silent conversation. “I thought I saw him asking Stacy to the party.”

You took a deep breath and turned back to Billy. “No, we aren’t together. And yes, I’d love to go with you.”

“Great. I’ll pick you up at eight,” Billy leaned down. “Wear something…nice.”

With a wink and a smirk, Billy handed you your books and walked off. 

You stood there in silence. Yeah, Billy Hargrove was a prick and always antagonized Steve, but it wasn’t like Steve was going to ask you out. Besides, you couldn’t deny that Billy had a great ass.

You bit your lip slightly as you watched him walk away before slinking into class and taking your seat near the front, ignoring Steve’s questioning gaze.


“Hey (Y/N),” you heard Jonathan’s voice behind you.

You turned away from your locker and faced the couple.

“So,” Nancy began. “I know that today didn’t play out the way any of us wanted it to, but I was hoping that you’d-”

“Don’t worry Nance,” you cut her off. “I’m still going to Tina’s party.“

“Really?” Jonathan and Nancy chorused.

You couldn’t help but smirk as Billy walked by, shooting you a wink. “Yeah, someone asked me out and I said yes.”

Jonathan and Nancy followed your gaze, eyes widening when they saw Billy.

“You’re going with Billy?’ Nancy hissed. You nodded.

“Why?” Jonathan questioned.

“Listen guys, he asked and I said yes,” you replied. “Shouldn’t you guys just be happy I’m going?”

“Steve is not going to like this,” Jonathan muttered as you walked off. Nancy nodded in agreement. 

Together the couple walked out to the parking lot, where Steve was waiting or them, leaning against his car.

“Well?” he asked impatiently as they approached him. “Is she going to Tina’s?”

Nancy and Jonathan exchanged uneasy glances. 

“Yeah,” Nancy spoke softly. “She’s going to the party.“

“Great,” Steve spoke, smiling widely as he thought of the various ways to blow off Stacy and spend time with you.

“She’s going with Billy,” Jonathan added quietly.

The couple stared in silence as Steve’s smile faltered and he averted his gaze.

“Oh,” he whispered, looking down at the ground. “Well I should get going. See you guys tonight.”

As he hopped into his car and drove off, Nancy and Jonathan exchanged worried glances, concerned about the way that the evening would play out.


You shivered slightly as you slid into Billy’s car, nodding gratefully as he cranked up the heat.

You noticed Billy staring at you out of the corner of your eye and bit your lip slightly. 

Billy looked you up and down appreciatively, nodding slightly as he smirked. “Nice costume.”

You looked at him the same way, noticing the way that his shirt was almost completely unbuttoned. “Nice shirt.”

Billy laughed loudly as his car roared to life. “Trust me princess, you haven’t seen the best part yet.”

You were still blushing by the time that you arrived at Tina’s. Billy exited the car before walking over to your side and opening the door for you. He leaned down as you stepped outside. “You do look really nice in that outfit by the way.”

You simply smiled and winked before walking up the pathway. Billy quickly caught up and fell into step next to you, placing his hand on your back.

As you walked into the outdoor patio, you could feel the shocked gazes and hear the quiet whispers of everyone observing you.

I thought she and Steve were dating.”

“I heard that she and Billy are!”

“I guess her and Steve aren’t best friends anymore.”

You swallowed uneasily as you reached the front door, squealing slightly as Tommy popped out of nowhere. “Billy my man! C’mon there’s a keg waiting out here with your name on it.”

You had buried your face in Billy’s chest when Tommy had pooped out, and Billy’s arm was resting comfortably around your waist. When you finally looked up, you noticed Tommy’s face twist into a sneer. 

“Oh, (Y/N), I didn’t see you,” Tommy drawled before turning to Billy. “I can’t believe you came with Steve’s bitch. You have balls dude.”

As Tommy cackled, you felt the anger rise up in you. Stepping away from Billy, you spoke calmly. 

“Tommy? That’s you. I’m sorry I got so terrified by that monster mask you’re wearing,” you took a step closer to him, gingerly poking his cheek. “Oh shit! My bad, that’s just your face. How tragic.”

Tommy took a threatening step forwards before Billy interrupted. “Ok dude. Let’s go check out that keg.”

As Tommy glared and walked away, Billy pulled you in. “Try not to get into any trouble while I’m gone, okay princess?”

“No promises,” you chuckled humorlessly, walking towards the door.

“Here let me g-get that for you,” a voice stuttered behind you, reaching forwards and opening the door.

“Thanks,” you smiled, looking up only to lock eyes with Steve.

You stood in silence for a few seconds before Steve cleared his throat. 

“Uh, I really like your costume. Lana right?” Steve smiled cheekily. 

You nodded in response as you looked him over, blushing when you realized who he had dressed up as. “I see you came as Joel.”

Steve chuckled softly before leaning down. “You look amazing (Y/N).”

You kept your gaze down as you stepped inside, quickly making your way towards the kitchen. Steve followed quietly, wanting to make sure that nothing happened to you.

You took a cup from the counter, dipping it into the large punch bowl and bringing it up to your lips. You were stopped by Steve, who had grasped the cup himself and poured the contents back into the bowl.

“Steve, what the hell?” you asked, slightly peeved off because of what he had done.

“Careful (Y/N),” Steve murmured, dangerously close to you. “Are you sure you should be drinking that? It’s pure fuel.”

You looked up at him and smirked, a blush making its was across Steve’s face as you glanced at his lips. 

“I’m a big girl Steve,” you whispered. “I’m sure I can handle it.”

Steve’s eyes lit up and he opened his mouth, no doubt to make a cheeky remark, when you were suddenly pushed away.

“Steve!” you heard someone shriek. Stacy. 

Steve stumbled back as Stacy launched herself at him, embracing him tightly. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

You regained your balance quickly and reached for the empty plastic cup next to you, dunking it in the bowl once more and downing the contents. 

Steve’s eyes widened at your actions, slightly (very) impressed with the way that you didn’t flinch at all as the alcohol burned down your throat. 

“You look so good. Just like Tom Cruise,” Stacy exclaimed, glancing at you as she took Steve’s hand.

Steve kept staring as you refilled your cup and downed it once more, before looking up and smiling. “Well, it was nice catching up with you Steve. I should really be looking for Billy.”

“No need,” the blue-eyed boy spoke, coming up behind you. 

Steve glared at Billy as his arm wrapped snugly around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You couldn’t help but gasp at the action, nibbling your bottom lip slightly as you realized that his shirt had come off sometime during the brief time you had been there.

Steve’s eyes hardened at the sight of Billy, who, upon noticing, simply smirked and pulled you closer. You felt yourself flush at the close contact. Your hands pressed against Billy’s (admittedly) toned chest.

As you noticed Steve staring at you, you couldn’t help the small spark of satisfaction that flared up within you. 

Steve was jealous.

You smiled to yourself and wrapped your arms around Billy’s neck, bringing him down to your level.

“Wanna go dance?” you whispered. 

Billy’s eyes widened momentarily before he nodded, leading the way. 

Steve clenched his jaw before picking up a drink, downing it, and slamming the empty container back on the counter. 

“C’mon Stacy,” he muttered, grabbing her hand. “Let’s dance.”

Nancy nudged Jonathan as Steve walked by them, fuming. Together, the couple got some drinks and sat back, patiently waiting to see the night play out.


When Billy first started kissing you, you didn’t mind. Hell, you responded immediately, knowing Steve was watching.

But when Billy’s hands trailed below your waist, you knew what you were doing was wrong. You shoved Billy back, eyes widening in shock as you pulled your skirt down, anxious now that Billy had ruined the semi-peaceful atmosphere that had surrounded you two. 

“What the hell (Y/N)?” Billy hissed, placing his hands on your waist. You immediately slapped them away.

“Stop Billy,” you muttered, not looking at him.

“C’mon. We were having fun,” Billy taunted, leaning down once again.

You panicked slightly and rushed backwards, only stopping when you felt a hand gently grasp your arm.

“Is there a problem here?” you heard Steve ask calmly.

Billy scoffed and stepped closer to Steve. “How about you go back to your little slut and leave me alone with mine?”

You responded immediately, your hand coming up to slap Billy’s face, causing a loud smack that caught everybody’s attention. Billy glared at you, taking a threatening step forwards in your direction. 

Steve smoothly pulled you behind him, stepping forwards and meeting Billy’s gaze. Billy chuckled darkly before turning to the crowd. 

“Gather around everybody,” Billy spit out. “Come see King Steve try to protect his bitch.”

You flinched slightly at Billy’s words before quietly tugging at Steve’s hand. “Please. Let’s just go.”

Hearing your quiet whisper, Steve looked down and nodded, making his way towards the entrance. He was stopped however, when Billy made yet another comment.

“Take a grand look everybody,” he spoke loudly. “King Steve can’t even make his own decisions anymore.”

Steve’s jaw tensed, and you reached up, cupping his cheek as you stared at Billy. “Don’t listen to him Stevie. Please. He’s just trying to rile you up.”

Steve looked down at you, his eyes softening. He wordlessly wrapped his arm around you and kept walking, leaving the party with you in his arms.

And there goes King Steve. I’m in charge now.”


The ride to your house was silent, the soft sounds of The Cure floating through the stereo. As Steve pulled into your driveway, you glanced at him shyly, getting out and thanking him quickly before making your way up the walkway.

“Why’d you go with him?”

Steve’s voice stopped you immediately, and you couldn’t find it in you to turn and face him.

“What do you mean?” you asked, your voice wavering slightly.

“Why’d you go with him? With Billy? You know how much of an asshole he is and yet, you still went with him,” Steve’s voice grew closer as he approached you.

You gulped slightly as Steve came to stand in front of you. 

“You knew he was a bad person (Y/N),” he continued. “Out of everybody that you could’ve gone with, why’d you choose him?”

You swallowed harshly as you replied. “He was the only one who asked Steve.”

Steve’s gaze hardened as you looked up at him. “I didn’t know what to do. I had already told Nancy and Jonathan I was going to that stupid party so as soon as Billy asked, I said yes.”

“Do you know how much I want to be with you?” Steve asked, leaning in slightly. “I wish it had been me dancing with you, not Billy. It should’ve been me.”

“But it wasn’t, was it?” you asked quietly. “I actually believed Nancy when she said you wanted to ask me out. It was the only reason I ever agreed to go to that dumb party. Are you kidding me? I could’ve stayed home all night eating candy, but no! Instead, there I was, being groped by Billy Hargrove like some kind of-”

Your words were cut off as Steve cupped your cheeks, leaning down and planting his lips on yours. You stood there, shocked as Steve Harrington kissed you.

Steve Harrington was kissing you.

You stared at Steve as he pulled back. “I was going to. Ask you, I mean. I was going to ask you to go with me to Tina’s dumb party but Stacy got to me first and assumed that I was asking her. When I saw Billy kissing you I got so angry. I regretted not asking you out earlier.”

You stared at Steve for a few moments. 

You are an idiot Steve Harrington.”

You pulled him down into another kiss, this one slow and soft and better than anything you had ever imagined.

“I really really like you,” Steve whispered as you pulled away slightly.

“I really really like you too,” you replied softly.


Nancy made her way into the girl’s bathroom, slightly worried after the events from Tina’s party. She hadn’t heard from you since and was growing more worried with every passing minute, not knowing what had happened after you left.

As she approached the stalls, Nancy averted her eyes. In one corner was a couple, the girl pressed up against the wall as she ran her hands through the boy’s hair, said boy who was currently trailing kisses down her exposed neck.

As Nancy entered a stall, she doubled back, noticing a very familiar pair of sneakers on the girl’s person.

“(Y/N)?” Nancy gasped, causing the couple to spring apart quickly.

In front of her was you and Steve, lips swollen and hair (and clothes) askew, panting slightly from the rush that came with being caught.

“Nance?” you exclaimed, fixing your shirt. “It’s not what it looks like!”

Your protest fell on deaf ears, seeing as how Nancy had already made her way out of the bathroom, a huge grin on her face.

“You think she’s gonna tell Jonathan?” Steve asked, a cheeky smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around you.

You threw your head back and groaned lightly. “Jonathan? More like the entire school!”

“Good,” Steve murmured. “At least its not a secret anymore.”

As Steve pressed his lips against yours once more, you couldn’t help but agree completely. 


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Protégé (M) [Part 7]

Originally posted by jjks

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Word Count: 17.9k

Warnings: Sexual abuse, violence, degradation, a lot of dark, sad shit.

With each minute that ticked by, displayed by the bright red, digital numbers on the dash, Jungkook began to feel more anxious. They’d been driving for a while now, long past the vibrant lights of the city. They were going far too fast for him to even think of bailing–there was no way he’d live through a tumble from the car, and a part of him worried that that fate might be preferable to the one he was currently headed towards. He moved his eyes to stare at the profile of Mrs. Choi, her eyes focused on the road ahead of her, her lips pressed into a line of painted red more suited to a woman half her age.

It was then that Jungkook realized he very probably hated this woman. It was in the very next moment that he realized he very probably only hated her because he was terrified of her. He’d been seldom afraid of much in his life; his brother getting sick, of course. But as far as people were concerned, Jungkook found comfort in the knowledge that he could hold his own. He needed this woman–or rather, he needed Mrs. Choi’s money, and there was no telling what he’d be put through to get it. A frightening thought occured to Jungkook in the fact that he’d have to take whatever she put him through if he wanted to save his brother’s life.

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Pool balls and underpants

Summary: Bucky offers to teach you how to play pool, but he ends up in a slightly awkward predicament.
Characters: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Language, lots of innuendos, Bucky being little shit
Story prompt: “I made the mistake of thinking ‘This can’t get weirder.’ Sorry.”

A/N: First time I’ve done a writing challenge of any kind, thanks @jurassicbarnes​ for letting me take this one!  I haven’t written anything fluffy in awhile, this felt necessary, and it may require a smutty style follow-up. Also, while I may be a complete shit talker IRL, I am terrible at pool and don’t know what I’m doing, so hopefully this makes sense. And I really need to find someone to edit my wordy ass…

A/N 2: Oh look, I wrote a sequel. Another kinky wager.

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by go-fandom-imagines

It was a little known fact – you adored dive bars. Everything smells musty? Great. All the tables feel sticky? Perfect. The decor resembles a 1970’s porn set? Bitchin.

It was a complete contradiction to your work persona. Your name was uttered in hushed, reverent tones in the halls of the Avengers compound, commonly followed by the phrase ‘that woman gets shit done.’ Frankly, you worked your ass off to get to this point, so the satisfaction of being known as the one who was always cool, always calm, always poised – it was a heady feeling.

It’s because of your rigid work environment that you gravitated toward the local bar. It was one place you could let your guard down, unwind and relax. Distancing your professional and personal life was a necessary ingredient in your sanity, a dichotomy you actively encouraged.

And then one day out of nowhere, Bucky Barnes swaggered into your life.

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