Vanish I

Originally posted by elektranatchyos

Steve Harrington x Reader

Request:  i was wondering if you could do an imagine where instead of barb being taken, its the reader? so while the whole town mourns, steve, nancy and jonathan all try and find her?

Barb is still…gone…in this because I am 100% horrible. 

I don’t know how many parts this is going to be, but I hope you enjoy!

Steve sat in the interrogation room at the Hawkins Police Department. His eyes were directed at the metal table, unblinking. A heavy frown was set on his face and tears lined his eyes. His heart was pounding and his stomach felt like it was about to hit the floor. The heavy door to the room opened and shut with a click. 

Sheriff Hopper stood at the door, watching Steve Harrington with his brows scrunched together. He set his coffee on the table and took a seat. A notebook and pen was sat neatly on the table in front of him.

“I need you to tell me exactly what happened last night, Steve. Every. Single. Detail.” Hopper tapped the pen against the notebook, waiting for the teenager before him to start speaking.

“It-“ Steve’s voice shook. He cleared his throat and started again, looking up at Hopper. “It was a normal Friday night for us. I picked her up from her house at around six, then we went to my place,” Hopper nodded, writing it down.

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@ashlynblack30 asked me to write about Draco wearing Harry’s glasses that he stole. And sweetie, can I just take this moment to tell you (again lol) how amazing you are? Thank you so much for your lovely and kind words 💖
Even though I am very, very certain this is far from what you imagined when you asked me to write this, I still hope you’ll like it? :)

It’s also on AO3 :)

It probably hadn’t been the best idea to actually wear the glasses. Or at least it would have been better to just wear them at home and not to work. People were giving him all kinds of funny looks. Because, of course, they recognised the glasses. How could they not? They were incomparable and there was no question who these glasses belonged to.

Even if his colleagues didn’t assume Draco had stolen them, it made him look like a weird fanboy. That was the last thing he wanted people to think. But the urge to wear them had been bigger than the dread of all the humiliation he would probably face.

It had been so easy to steal them. Potter had fallen asleep on his desk, as he usually did these days. Draco had simply slipped into his office and snatched the glasses from his desk.

“Oi, Malfoy!”

Draco turned around and cursed under his breath. Damn it! What was Weasley doing here? Wasn’t he supposed to be on holiday with his wife? He eyed Draco suspiciously, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Are you wearing Harry’s glasses?”

Draco snorted.

“Why would I do that, Weasley? That is absolutely ridiculous.”

“I’ve never seen you wear glasses before,” Weasley insisted. “And you want me to believe it’s just a coincidence you show up here with glasses that look eerily like Harry’s, while Harry is in St Mungo’s because he couldn’t find his?”

Draco couldn’t help but gape at him.

“What? Potter is in St Mungo’s? What happened?”

“He has a concussion. Apparently, he kept bumping into things in his office, because he couldn’t see anything. When we found him, he was buried under one of his shelves.”

Draco’s eyes widened. Fuck! That was not what he had intended.

“Will he be okay?”

Weasley shrugged.

“I guess so. He already told the Healers he felt fine. But they want to keep him there for observation.”

Draco nodded absentmindedly, while the room suddenly started spinning. His right hand flew to his temple as a sudden shooting pain rippled through him.

“So, are you going to tell me why you stole Harry’s glasses?”

“I can’t talk right now. I’m busy, Weasley. Tell Potter I hope he gets well soon.”

“Yeah, right. Because you’re so concerned about him,” Weasley yelled after him as Draco hurried away.

Once he was in his office, he closed the door behind him and leaned against it. Everything was blurry and he felt really dizzy. It was almost like the floor was moving beneath him, making it hard to keep his balance. Maybe he needed to lay down for a bit. Yes, that sounded like a good idea. But before Draco could make his way over to the sofa, another wave of dizziness hit him and everything went black.

When Draco opened his eyes, everything around him was white. This definitely wasn’t his office. He looked around, dazed, until he realised where he was. St Mungo’s. He tried to remember what had happened. He had been in his office… Had he fainted? Everything was still a blur.

He tried to sit up carefully, his body aching as if he had been hit by a bludger. Multiple times.

“You’re finally awake.”

Draco jumped. He hadn’t realised there was another person in the room. It didn’t take him long to spot the mop of black hair in the bed beside his. Of all the rooms in this bloody hospital!


He was wearing different glasses. Well, obviously he was. Draco still had his. Or did he? It didn’t seem like he was wearing them anymore. Thank Merlin! That would have been awkward! Speaking of awkward, Potter and his new glasses were a very strange sight. The frame was angular shaped and thick. And yellow. It looked horrible on him.

“So, what happened to you?” Potter asked. He was sitting crossed-legged on his bed, his elbows resting on his knees.

“Um… I’m not exactly sure,” Draco said quietly. That wasn’t entirely true. But he couldn’t say anything to Potter. Not now. Not ever.

“Okay.” Potter gave him a weird look that made Draco want to avert his eyes. “Look, I don’t want to make things unnecessarily uncomfortable right now, but I have to ask you. Why were you wearing my glasses?”

Draco gulped. Had Potter seen Draco wearing his glasses after all? When? When he had been brought in? Where were they now? His eyes quickly darted to the nightstand. No sign of them. Had Weasley told Potter?

Just play dumb.

“Why would you think I’d wear your glasses?”

Potter pressed his lips together, either out of annoyance or to suppress a smile, Draco wasn’t sure. Instead of replying, Potter got up and vanished into the bathroom. Draco frowned. When Potter emerged again, he was holding a hand mirror.

“I hate to break it to you,” Potter said, “but with those marks around your eyes, it’s pretty useless to deny it.” He handed Draco the hand mirror and looked at him expectantly.

Draco didn’t understand what Potter was talking about, until he took a look at himself. Around his eyes, on the bridge of his nose and on his temples were angry red marks. It almost looked like he was still wearing Potter’s glasses. Oh, for Merlin’s sake!

“So, care to tell me what-”

Before Potter could finish his question, the door opened and a bunch of people in white coats entered.

“Ah, Mr Malfoy, you are awake. Excellent,” one of the Healers said. “Hello, Mr Potter. Still insisting on going home?”  

Potter made a face.

“I told you, I feel fine,” he grumbled.

“Yes, yes. Only a few more hours and then you are free to go. Now, Mr Malfoy.” The Healer reached inside his coat pocket. “These glasses you were wearing when you were brought in…”

Oh, great! Draco felt the sudden urge to take a pillow and smother himself with it.

“… it seems like they were cursed.”

Draco blinked.

“They were?” Of course, that had been his suspicion all along.

“Yes. You were lucky you weren’t wearing them that long. It might have had fatal consequences if you had worn them all day.”

Draco bit his lip and made sure his eyes didn’t wander over to the other bed. Potter wasn’t supposed to find out about this!

“Our specialist will take another look at them. In the meantime, you should rest, Mr Malfoy. I’ll bring you a few potions later. And we’ll get rid of those marks on your face. You must have had an allergic reaction to the glasses. Are they new?”

“Um…” Draco wiped his suddenly very sweaty palms on the mattress. “In a manner of speaking.”

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anonymous asked:

Hello. Um.. I was just wondering what was your point with the last post about jungkook's photoshopped shirt. I mean, I'm just slow to get some things, so I didn't understand what you meant. I'm sorry if it's bothering, I just didn't get your point ^^'

Oh! It’s okay. The wording is not something Non E/SE asians are used to so, yeah, I can explain.

The reason why BTS wanted to wear that picture of Jungkook was because he looked funny. Like his face, skin color, and outfit was ugly/dirty to them so they wanted to wear something they can make fun of.

When they saw the photoshopped version, where they whitened his skin, they all thought he looks good now. And that if they wear the whitened version, it would look like they are promoting him/or are his fanboys rather than making fun of him.

They said he doesn’t look as dirty or as funny as when he had his normal skin color. So they picked up dirt and rubbed it on their shirts so it can be the “original skin color”.

Usually when Asians are saying when someone “looks dirty” or has “dirt on their skin” they are specifically talking about skin color and mean that the person looks gross, ugly, and filthy. I know this from experience from my family cause they have called me and my cousins that before. And would say stuff like, “go wash your face”, “go take a bath”, etc.

So yeah… Bts… are colorist…

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seven years ago today, my mom, brother and i went to see tangled. i was nervous, because i hated seeing kids movies in theaters because kids were loud and obnoxious. but the horse looked funny, and we went. who would’ve bought that one night would literally change my life.

okay, no, it’s not like i changed my entire outlook or something. i started writing fan fiction, which lead me to tumblr. and tumblr lead me to the most amazing people i will ever meet in my life. i met my best friend who is now going to be in my wedding and who i still travel to see. i met my shitty ex boyfriend, which may not seem like a good thing at first, but it taught me to overcome and escape and heal. and now, it gives me something to look forward to every week, especially when life seems like it’s gonna get me down. my fiancé even enjoys it. and i get to share that with all of you guys.

this stupid little disney movie helped me see light when there wasn’t. and i am so excited that after all this time, this little thing is back with one of the most amazing shows put out by one of the most amazing crews.

happy birthday, tangled!

I had Thanksgiving dinner at the bffs house yesterday, and I think the most interesting part of my day yesterday was when I realized that her fiancés bff( who was also there) had spent the last five minutes playing footsie with her fiancé thinking it was me. 😂

He was giving me a funny look so I was like “what’s that look for? What’re you doing?” And his face dropped as he said “is that not your foot?” And I died laughing as I said no and bffs fiancé said “that’s you?!? It’s mine!” 😂😂😂

anonymous asked:

I don't see how them saying "this isn't jungkook" is proof that they were making fun of him being tan and not just his weird tanline, "this isn't jungkook" just means the picture is photoshopped and not his organic self. There's tons of pictures of the members looking tan so why would they find that one so funny just because he's tan in it? Your citing 3-4 y/o comments as evidence of your interpretation and their current beliefs, even tho young peoples mind sets change a lot in that span of time

We get the part where they said it’s not funny anymore because you can’t see the tan around his lips. 

It’s not the matter of him looking funny or not. It’s them blatanly showing that they think whitewashed Jungkook looks good and better than the original. Which again, like we keep pointing out… is colorist. I’m sorry but it just is. 

People asked for receipts of what we were reffering to about bts saying colorist things. So we gave them some, not even all of them tbh. We said that they did this in the past. And we said that them doing this now shows that the beliefs behind those old receipts are still there. 

Yes people’s mindsets change. It’s what we have been hoping for, but I guess it was for nothing.

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