#and when I was in high school someone set a trash can on fire

[mammalsofaction]

I'm gonna need some collateral if you're borrowing Ferb.

Rating: G

Relationships: Candace Flynn & Phineas Flynn & Ferb Fletcher.

Add tags: Slight crack, one shot, sibling inside jokes.

Tagging @pnfc / @dinnerdog directly.

There is a damning silence, from Linda's end. "You sold your little brother for 5 dollars?"

"I didn't say that," Candace replies, quickly. "That's not what I said. Mom. I would never actually do that."

"Candace."

"Mom." Candace echoes her tone, and readjusts her sunglasses. They've slightly dislodged by her sandwiching the phone between her chin and shoulder, and Candace takes another bite of her meatball sub. "Besides." She said. "Besides, it's not like I don't know where they are."

"So you are there with him? You are looking at your little brother and supervising his activities with your high school friends, right this instant?"

Shoot, Candace thinks, and steals Stacy's laptop right from her lap. It's a little dusty from all the sand of the beach, but sure enough, she's still watching Boltron's livestream. Onscreen, she watches Phineas and Ferb hanging upside down from the makeshift American Ninja obstacle course in Boltron's family's backyard across town. Ferb has a megaphone. Phineas is half naked and covered with green bodypaint. She can see the fireside girls running around in the backyard setting things on fire, so everyone's clearly having a great time.

So is she. Everyone her age who's ducked out of Boltron's ninja tournament of Doom is waiting for the sun to set and prepping for the first summer bonfire.

"I'm watching." She reassures her mother.

"And you don't want me to bust them?" Linda asks, like she's trying to trip Candace up in her lie.

Of course she wants her mother to bust her brothers for the things they do, Candace thinks with an eyeroll, if that's ever going to happen (and of course it will. Someday. Candace will make sure of it) but it isn't as if her principles cannot be unswayed in certain circumstances. Especially with high school senior popularity on the line. Boltron's trustworthy, somewhat, and Phineas and Ferb was going to do something bustable no matter who they were going to do it with. They've asked Candace's permission, kept her informed, and agreement had been settled, and as far as Candace is concerned Boltron has bought over the responsibility of watching over her brothers for the day.

"For five dollars?" Stacy had asked, with a raised eyebrow. "Both of them?"

"5 dollars for Phineas." Candace said. "With the meatball sub, and his mom's Loubutinies as collateral for borrowing Ferb."

"Oh," Stacy had said. "Ok, that makes more sense." And they had left it at that.

Candace wishes her mom could be equally understanding.

"Nothing bustable." Candace said, a blatant lie this time, but again. For 5 dollars, a meatball sub and a pair of Loubutinies, it is no longer her problem, ergo. Not her mother's.

"Ok," Linda said, still deeply suspicious, but she can't call her out on anything anymore when Candace is generally truthful most other times. "Well, have fun at your bonfire with your friends. I want all of my kids home before 2 am tonight, ok? You know how your little brothers gets sleepy before bedtime, they're morning people."

They are, which is horrible. But it's a good point. "I'll get them home." Candace promises.

"I'll trust you. And for God's sake, Candace, whenever you want to lend someone your brothers for a couple of hours, Phineas is at least a little more valuable than 5 dollars."

Candace thinks about this, polishing off her dinner. Jeremy hops by, picking up her bundled up wrapper on his way to the trash can, and he drops her a kiss on her hairline before he goes. She's still a little pecky, so she supposed her mother is right.

"You're right, mom. I won't do it again." Candace replies.

Phineas is at least also worth a bag of hot chips, on the side. She'll renegotiate later.

[hwa-stars]

Skirt lifter (Chapter 14)

Genre: High-school au, slow burning love, fluff, mention of mature language (+14)

Pairing: non idol Park Seonghwa x fem named reader

Summary: In which Park Seonghwa is accused of being a pervert.

Word count: 2.5k

Taglist: @dinossaurz @babigriin @hecateslittlewitchling

I rolled over to my side, enjoying the comfort of the bed until my eyebrows involuntarily furrowed together when the pillow lick me?

I opened my eyes and I was met with a golden retriever that barked at me scaring me.

"What the fuck?" I scaned the room, finding my dress hanging in a closet.

I looked at myself and I was wearing a grey pijamas, looked at myself at the mirror looking for signs of bruises but I was fine, so I turned to the dog who was looking at me wailing his tail.

"Where am I?" I asked the dog as If it would answered me.

"The alcohol might not left your system yet." Someone said.

It was Seonghwa leaning at the door frame with a towel hung over his shoulders, his hair was wet.

"Good morning Pororo." He greeted with a smirk.

"Where the fuck am I?" I glared at him.

"My room."

"Why am I here, you fucking pervert!"

"Language Pororo, there's a child in the room." He signaled the dog who was looking at us. "You don't remembered? You threw yourself at the pool."

"What?" I asked worried and embarrassed.

"I'm kidding, you threw yourself into something else."

"Where?"

"Me." He smiled and I want nothing more than punched him.

"Oh God, I'm gonna set myself on fire." I started walking to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Home."

"What's with the rush Pororo?" He smirked again. "I'll drive you."

I take my purse and opened looking if all my things were there, after checking I threw him a paper bag that the catch mid-air.

"What's this?" He asked curious.

"A gift."

"But, you didn't know it was my birthday." He said still confused looking at the bag.

"I bought it when you guys where looking for suits." He opened the bag and examined the gift.

It wasn't anything sophisticated, it was a headband for his hair, since it keep coming to his hair I thought this would help him.

"It's not from a designer but it'll keep your hair away from your hair." I explained as he still looked at the headband. "You don't have to wear it, just throw it to the trash or something."

Seonghwa walked away and entered his bathroom, I kinda feel worried if he actually throw the headband to the trash. However, he emerged with the headband in one hand and a hair dryer on the other hand.

"Come dry my hair Pororo, and we'll get going." He sat in his bed and plugged the dryer.

"Why me?"

"It's teamwork, I'll drive you and you dry my hair."

I took the dryer and turned on and started drying his blonde hair and I can't keep myself for how soft it felt.

"Did you have fun at your birthday party?" I asked loud because of the dryer.

"Absolutely."

"I feel the need to apologize for passing out." I said embarrassed.

"You don't need to, actually it made my day." He laughed. "You don't remember anything at all?"

"I just remembered having some drinks with your sister and San introducing me to someone and that's it." I tried to recall more memories but it was all that I had.

"Let me help you out."

He turn off the dryer and throw it away as he reaches for my waist, bringing me closer to him and making me fall on top of him. I nervously tried to push him away but he flipped us over, now he was on top of me and pinned both of my wrists above my head.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I hissed panicking.

"Being clear." He hummed closed to my face. "Am I still confusing you?"

"Get the fuck off me Park Seonghwa."

"No."

"You're proving your pervert image to be true."

"There's nothing I can do or say to change your mind away." He carresed my cheek. "So migth as well just..."

He leaned closer and I hold my breath, I cringed myself that I just woke up and I probably looked like a mess, I didn't even brush my teeth so my breath probably smells bad.

Then as heaven would listen to me, someone started knocking the door hurriedly.

"Opened up!" Seyeon said and knock again.

"Let's keep quiet, maybe she'll disappear." He whispered.

"I know you're there, I listened the dryer." Seonghwa sighed and I take the opportunity to push him out of me.

"Do that again and I swear I'll..." Seonghwa throw me a pillow.

"Yeah yeah, we'll continue this later. Could you open the door to the annoying thing that is called my sister please."

☆☆☆☆☆

Seyeon walked me to their main door with a big smile on her face while we waited for Seonghwa who went for his car keys.

"I'll returned you the clothes once I washed them." I assured her. "And also these too." I signaled the clothes that she borrowed me.

"Perfect! I'll be expecting you soon." She exclaimed happily.

During breakfast she told me that she helped me changed into her pijamas. Results that I slept at Seonghwa's room because he 'wanted me to sleep on his bed only'.

"Don't worry, he slept on the floor." She mentioned as she read my mind.

I wasn't quite sure about that, since it was his room and his birthday. How the celebrant will sleep on the floor?

"We still have a few minutes." She whispered pulling me closer to her. "Do you like Seonghwa?"

"Why are you still asking me that?" I asked confused since it was the second time she asked me this.

"I'm sorry, it's just that he never shares anything with me, so I just wanted to know."

"I don't know if you can call it 'liking him'. I mean yeah he's handsome, do I hate his guts but somehow still wan wanted to be kissed by him? Absolutely." I said and Seyeon opened wide her eyes. "Also I'm the person to deny her feelings and play hard to get, but If I like Seonghwa? No."

"When do you planned on confessing?" She asked excitedly.

"It's Sunday, so I could drop by the church and..."

"I meant to Seonghwa!"

"What about me?" Seonghwa appeared playing with his keys.

"I just asked her, when would she throw a rock at you for annoying her." Seyeon saved me and I thanked her with a small smile while Seonghwa rolled his eyes.

☆☆☆☆☆

I exited the bathroom drying my hair when I looked at the kitchen and saw my mother cooking.

"Mom?" I asked confused and she turned around.

"I made some breakfast, eat some before you go to school." She greeted cheerily.

"Why are you up? I could have cooked for myself." I sat down and started eating the food.

"No reason, it's just been a while since I cooked for you!" She explained still with a good humor. "Anyway, would you come straight come tonight? I have something to tell you."

"Why don't you tell me now?"

"It can wait to the nigth, now eat."

This was weird, she looks excited and happy?

☆☆☆☆☆

I was going to reach to the school gates when I heard my name been called.

"Minseo?"

"Umm..." I saw a tall boy smiling at me and I didn't know who he was.

"Mingi." He replied with a smile.

"Mingi! I knew that."

"I didn't expected you to remembered me, since you were drunk."

"I'm sorry." I said embarrassed and he shook his head. "You go to our school?"

"No, I go to other but I have something to give to Seonghwa." He signaled the bag in his hand ans I nodded. "By the way, I didn't see you later in the party. Did you go home early?"

"Kind of, why did you need anything?" I asked trying to recall any conversation I had with him, but nothing came to my memories.

"Not really. It's just a shame that you didn't witness how San fall face flat at the dance floor." He started laughing.

"Omg, no way." I laughed too imagine the poor boy.

"Yeah he did, even Jongho had to drag him away since San was to embarrassed to face the people."

" But he was sprained!" I recall his injury.

"Yeah, he was whimpering, you'd think he's a cat."

Whe reached to my school gate when Mingi's phone ring and he had to answered the call and returned muttering a curse.

"Everything alright?"

"Yeah, just that I need to do something right now it's an emergency."

"If you want, I could give Seonghwa the gift." I pointed his bag.

"Would you?" He pouted and I think he looked cute.

"Sure! I was on my way to meet him too." I replied and he nodded his head and handed me the gift.

"Thank you Minseo, I owe you one!" He replied and started walking away.

I reached the top of the stairs, which were close to our classroom and I froze when I heard my name.

"What's your plan with Minseo?"

"I'm just messing with her." That was Seonghwa's voice.

I spun on my heels, not wanting to hear more about his conversation.

"Hey Minseo, good..." Hongjoong greeted me.

"Would you give these to Seonghwa? Tell him it's form Mingi." I handed him the bag and he looked at me confused.

I didn't wait for his reply when I started walking away from him to the bathroom.

☆☆☆☆☆

I spent all the day with my head on my textbooks, hopping to block everything out, but I didn't realized that I felt asleep when our teacher announced the end of the class so I shoved my books while the others classmates leave the room.

"You look unpleasant?" Hongjoong riled out.

"Gee, thanks." I mumbled avoiding his gaze.

I keep my distance from all of them since I couldn't help but think that all of them were messing with me too.

"Damn Pororo, you look awful." Seonghwa started walking to me when I step back from him and the two boys were confused. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." I said coldly walking past them but I still heard the footsteps behind me.

"Are you sure? You don't seem..."

"I said I'm fine!" I snapped and walked again.

"Hey." He reached mu wrist, pulling me back. "Are we...alright?" He leaned closer to me and he seemed concerned.

"Stop it!" I slapped his hand away from me and didn't realize I raised my voice when some students looked at us.

Seonghwa looked shocked.

"Just leave me alone." I muttered before walking away, leaving him alone in the middle of the hallway.

☆☆☆☆☆

"Minseo?"

"When you said 'see you later', I didn't think you mean it literally." I tilted my head confused and Mingi laughed.

"My fater told me to meet him somewhere this area." He explained looking around my neighborhood.

"Can I ask you where? Maybe I could help you." He nodded and show me the address on his phone.

"Oh, that's my apartment building." I hummed, gesturing to follow me.

"Thanks again for giving Seonghwa the gift, what did he said about it?" He asked with a smile.

"Oh, I just asked Hongjoong to give it to him, I had to do another thing." I said and Mingi didn't ask as we reached the building. "What unit number?"

"302." He replied looking at his phone.

"302?"

"Yeah, why?" He asked confused.

"I lived there."

"What? Why would my dad ask me to meet him at your apartment?" He was still confused as I.

We arrived to my house and Mingi and I exchange glances as we heard laughs form the kitchen.

"Mom?" I called her and the laughs stopped.

My mom and I'm assuming Mingi's father greeted us with the biggest smiles in their faces.

☆☆☆☆☆

"So how did you two know each other?" Mingi's dad asked still with the smile on his face.

"From a common friend." Mingi said.

"That's great!" My mother exclaimed.

"Why are we having this dinner?" I asked looking again at my mother.

My mother never had asked their partner's to bring their children's to introduce them to me, so it was obvious that something was happening.

"We're getting married."

"What?" Mingi asked surprised.

Mingi's dad smiled before telling us how they met each other, which I didn't mind to paid attention.

"I need some air." I stood up and leave the table ignoring my mother calling me.

"What are you doing?" My mother ask sternly grabbing my arm as I reached the door.

"What are you doing? Really, getting married to someone you barely know?" I asked sarcastically.

"You don't understand how hard this is for me Minseo."

"Oh yeah! I'm sure it was hard to exclude your daughter from important decisions like this one and abandoned her too."

"When have I abandoned you? That was your father!" She whispered yelled at me.

"Being here physically doesn't mean you being a mother!" Tears started to flowing from my eyes. "You were never here mother, seems like I had lost you when my father left. I'm not against of you finding love again, but just that you asked me first."

I didn't wait for her replied when I exited the door and it started raining making it impossible to look where I was walking causing me to hit my hand with a metal pole.

I looked at the convenience store and walked to the entrance, finding jongho behind the counter as he shot me a look.

"Your mother's new boy toy is a swimmer?" He asked continuing our tradition.

"You mean stepfather." I mumbled bitterly.

"I'm rigth?" Jongho asked impressed without caring what I said before. "You look like shit."

"Can I stay here for a while?"

"Sure, I don't mind that you're dripping wet the floor and I'm gonna be the one mopping the floor."

"Thanks you're the best."

☆☆☆☆☆

The scent of ointment fills my nose and I ignored as a I felt warm on my hand too, I didn't realize that I feel asleep. However, I snapped my eyes open remembering that I was in a public place and I was surprised to see him infront of me.

Seonghwa was sitting next to me, focused on spreading the ointment on my hand that I didn't know was bruised.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I called him" Jongho answered, still behind the counter with his phone in his hands. "You were bruised and dirty from your hand and I wasn't going to get dirty by your hand."

"I can do it." I muttered trying to snatched his hand out.

"Clearly you can't." Seonghwa muttered before blowing the wounded.

"I told you to leave me alone." I reminded him tired.

"And I did, but you never specified for how long." He replied putting a bandage in my hand.

"Sorry if Jongho bothered you, you can leave now."

"Wow, no thank you?" He asked putting a hand on his chest.

"Thank you."

"Did I do anything?" He asked leaning closer to me.

"No."

"Then tell me!"

"You didn't do anything." I replied again and he signed loudly.

"I like you Minseo."

[yanderecrazysie]

Shadow (Yandere Matsukawa)

Requested on my Wattpad.

I was surprised to get a request for Matsukawa, so I hope I did him justice. Another drabble.

Title: Shadow

Pairings: Matsukawa Issei x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, implied murder

Summary: The frequenter of the coffee shop you work at is a lot closer than you think.

shadow

/noun/

used in reference to proximity, ominous oppressiveness, or sadness and gloom:

The way you smiled politely at him when he paid for his coffee always melted his heart, even if his face remained stoic.

Everything you did seemed to make his heart flutter. From the way you bustled around the shop, cleaning, to the way you picked at your nails while waiting for someone to come to your register at the dead times of day.

The shop was a warm, cozy place, but that’s not why Matsukawa visited it so often. He settled himself into a booth seat with a clear view of the rest of the cafe for one reason and one reason only.

To see you.

Matsukawa set up his laptop in the corner booth, taking a sip from his white styrofoam cup. The coffee was good, he’d discovered that much on the day he met you, but maybe that’s because you’re the one who made it.

He remembered the day you two met like it was yesterday, although it had been many weeks since then.

He had come in for a simple coffee with old friends from high school. Oikawa had led the way through those glass doors, the tinkle of a bell alerting the servers inside to their presence. It was rush hour, so a line snaked its way nearly to the doors.

Oikawa was quick to flirt with the servers, but as soon as Matsukawa saw you, he suddenly wished his outgoing friend would shut his mouth for once. It was love at first sight, he was sure of that much.��

He was sure you’d fall for Oikawa’s irresistible charm, just as every other girl did, but you surprised him. When you heard his flirtatious lines, you smiled politely and turned him down. Iwaizumi wasn’t the most impressed one this time around.

Matsukawa would never- could never- approach you. He didn’t have the charm Oikawa did, even if you were more into tall, quiet, mysterious men. He didn’t have the confidence to be your boyfriend.

Maybe that’s why he always followed you to and from work. You were so oblivious to it, he couldn’t help it. It made him worry what else you were oblivious to, especially considering you walked home in the dark.

You occasionally took a shortcut through an alley, but this was the first time something went wrong. One of the homeless men warming his hands over a trash can fire made a pass at you, tried to grab your ass as you walked by.

You ran down the alley, tears running down your face. What was Matsukawa supposed to do?

Thank goodness you didn’t notice the splash of blood on the shirt of the man walking behind you.

[okadaizoirl]

another voice update-- this time, a transmasc reading of my favorite Mankind promo!

sorry not sorry, i love Mick Foley's character work. i'm only sad i met Mankind so late. he would've really helped my middle and high school self.

TRANSCRIPT:

It all seemed like such a shame… We engage in some of the most brutal contests, this sport has ever known… But I couldn't help feeling that when it was all said and done, The Undertaker never really knew me at all…

Do you know what it feels like, to sit on an airplane with the stench of your own charred flesh in your nostrils, FOR 14 HOURS?

BECAUSE I DO.

AND IT MAKES ME SICK.

Do you know what it feels like, to walk inside your home, and your wife says… "What is burning?"

AND ITS ME!

I needed to introduce you, to my life!

And for those people out there, who find it hard to believe that someone like Mankind, could have received holy matrimony… I can only say to you:

TURN OFF YOUR DAMN TV SETS! WATCH ANOTHER WRESTLING PROGRAM. I AM DEALING WITH REALITY!

A REAL LIFE, UNDERTAKER! Where my children, wake up to the sound of GUN FIRE!

Where white trash bombard my house with rocks, and chant, "DIE, MANKIND, DIE"!!

Or when my three year old girl says to me… "Keep me safe daddy… keep me safe…"

I look into her beautiful little eyes and I say..

I SAY, I CAN'T DO THAT!!! BECAUSE DADDY'S ON THE ROAD 300 NIGHTS A YEAR!

WORKING ON HIS 17TH CONCUSSION!! BEING SPIT ON BY VILE SCUM IN UNDERTAKER T SHIRTS, WRESTLING MAIN EVENTS FOR HALF THE MONEY THAT PUMPED UP PRETTY BOYS MAKE IN THE OPENING MATCH!!

You ask me for excuses, I don't have any-- When you're Mankind… You only need reasons.

[tillinghastcorporatemedia]

A lot of this as true but as a cis guy who's been assumed to be queer since before i knew i was queer and has long hair, which normally wouldnt even be something i'd bring up, but this is something ive experienced due to being really short and having long hair but i wanna refer to number 3

3. That isn't just because we respect women so hard. We are in many cases talking about men who are also deeply queerphobic, heirarchical, violent and abusive to other men.

Idk if you've had to be around these fucks but let me tell you, men like this act like im not a man. every day i wear a mask i get called maam even when ive got a beard spilling out of the edges of my mask. (got called mamacita at a taco truck the other day while having to pick up a dashing order. thats new) But growing up, i was the punching bag. Didnt matter if i was agreeing with everything they said, did, or even hyped them up. I was the punching bag. Ive had my hair lit on fire while driving, beat up multiple times, bullied until i started fighting back. you could say it was just shitty high school guys but then we get into adulthood. When you become older but still dont even clear the national average men dont look at you the same. im still a target to these people just because of my look, and not even the hair. I got assaulted, by a straight man, while i was checking the oil in my car. My hair wasnt down, wasnt wearing feminine clothing, doing autowork checks. And guess what when i freaked out because some random guy came up behind me and started grabbing at my chest he backed up and then freaked out i was a guy and was threatening to beat me up because i was "tricking him" call me a coward i just ran off. You can call out your friends sure, and sometimes it might work in a social group setting. but i guarantee you youll just stop getting invited instead of behavior being corrected. this is said already but the men these men listen to arent gonna do this, and you might be able to change some minds with words. But as someone who pays attention to shit, words dont do shit. actions do though. if you wanna fix this problem its not gonna be the tiny little gay guy these men wanna beat the shit out of that they are gonna listen to.

at some point something else but words is gonna have to be done and as a man i wish i could figure something out but because of both my sexuality and my unchangeable features of my body im basically excluded by most any "masculine" guys.

I dont have an answer, i wish i did but i dont

But i will say its gonna take actions, not just words, for these sacks of patriarchal dung to take themselves to the trash can or clean themselves up.

If your vision for the deradicalization of right-wing men begins and ends with "other men telling them that that's gross and to stop it" then I'm sorry, you do not understand how masculinity works.

"Men who hold patriarchal status" and "men who are feminists" are two groups who overlap less than you want them to. I'm sorry. That's not solely because men are so happy with patriarchal status that they don't want to risk it by policing misogyny/queerphobia/racism, It's because being misogynistic, queerphobic, and racist, end expressing other forms of toxic masculinity(and often abusively so) are part of how people establish and maintain patriarchal status. The men who have the ability to stop this via nothing but peer pressure are the very people who are doing it. That's by design. And engaging in feminist intervention is, in and of itself, usually the abrupt end of that status and its associated power to persuade misogynistic men.

Like, I have worked in blue collar jobs as a notably queer person. It was pretty much a constant deluge of verbal abuse. In my experience, most blue collar work environments are exploitative, abusive, and bigoted, and very gleefully so. On the occasions I have spoken up about someone saying something that was super fucking out of line (asking me which of the girls walking by was hottest. We were installing a portable classroom at a middle school), believe it or not, they completely failed to be shamed! Because nobody else on the crew gave a fuck. *I* was the weird one. They ghosted me. A full blown company ghosted me. I suddenly didn't have a job anymore because they just straightforwardly stopped telling me where the next job site was.

Like, this doesn't mean that it's your job to do it, but this vision you have of these big groups of men where everyone is on the fence and there is precisely one shit stirrer who can be shut down by a brave feminist man who can single handedly set the example for all these other guys...you are high. You are describing an "everybody clapped" level absurd scenario. Most of these truly virulent misogynistic guys either have zero friends, because, you know, our society is atomized to fuck, or they are in a group where the feminist guy is actually the weirdo who can be shut down and ostracized much, much easier than the misogynists, because there is no such thing as a man misogynists respect who stands up for women.

You might be saying "well, we're talking about longstanding personal relationships, actually. Like, they need to have to want to spend time with you and then, as a side effect, you can mind control them out of being a threat to us."

Problem with that being:

1: Many feminist men also have no friends, see the atomized society above.

2: Feminist men already stopped hanging out with men who make rape jokes because why the fuck would we want to spend time with them.

3: That isn't just because we respect women so hard. We are in many cases talking about men who are also deeply queerphobic, heirarchical, violent and abusive to other men. What initially drew me to feminism and women was a lack of heirarchical squabbling and constant bullying, and the ability to be openly queer. A lot of men who came to feminism did so because they knew that the patriarchy was not a place they would find success or acceptance. These are not the men who are gonna be able to change right wing minds.

4. Men do not view themselves as a monolith. There is no universal brotherhood of men. The actual meaning of the term "Fragile masculinity" is that men are constantly expected to prove that they are deserving of the status of being a member of their own gender. There are large swathes of men--including most of the men who you'd look to as examples of good, feminist men who you want to undertake this project--who are considered failed men, sissies, f****ts, soyboys, ect. They are. Not. Going. To. Convince. These. Men. Of. Jack. Shit. Much less successfully *shame* them. Jesus.

I know all of this sucks. I know it would be cool to be able to just point at a group and have them be responsible for the work. But nah. It's gonna have to be a societal project, one that will probably outlast all of us. Sorry. The thing you want these men to do is, absolutely, the morally correct thing to do. But presuming that it would be effective is, and once again I am so sorry about this, just ignorance of how these social groups function.

[tj-crochets]

The office where I work is in some system somewhere that means we get automated calls from the school district three cities over, which are usually like “Reminder that Monday is a holiday” or “Parent teacher conferences are this week” Today the call was “A bulletin board caught fire, but the building was evacuated and the fire department responded promptly so everyone is fine”

[sanguineterrain]

Lampshade - s.h.

Based on this request. This ended up way longer than a blurb so I decided to post it on its own. I got a little teary writing this one---hit close to home for me. Hopefully I did your request justice anon

Summary: After an encounter with your high school bully, you're reminded that you don't have to be alone with your insecurities.

Word count: 2.2k

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!plus-size!reader

Warnings: fatphobia, insecurities, self-doubt, bullying, arguing (happy ending!) Steve is the sweetest angel baby mkay?

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You feel like a lampshade.

It's been a long time since you've dared to set foot at a party. The last one had been Eliza Meyer's eleventh birthday party at her house. A kid had eaten too much ice cream and threw up on the carpet.

Tonight's party isn't much different. Whoever's house it is, it's already trashed.

Maybe you should've fought harder to do literally anything else this weekend, except Steve's puppy eyes are brutal. And you can't deny the guilt you feel already, forcing him into trips to craft stores and the bookstore instead. Steve deserves a girl who can have fun. It's only been a year since Steve was King Steve. You know you're part of his fall from grace. You know that. You never fucking forget it, frankly.

But you feel like a lampshade. Dimmed light, hidden. As insignificant as wallpaper. As tiny as a fly.

You're used to taking up space; used to telling yourself that it's okay you take up space. That you deserve to exist just the same as anybody else.

But this is not your place to take up space. You don't belong here.

Steve is getting drinks. You'd opted to stay in the living room, not wanting to attempt navigating a kitchen full of drunk young people. Steve had kissed your cheek and promised a swift return.

"Hey!"

You turn. French manicured nails curl around a red plastic Solo cup. Andrea Burgess has the same big hair you remember from high school, hairsprayed and teased to the heavens. She will probably marry some schmuck and pop out three or four viper babies who have her fire hazard hair. Poor kids.

Andrea is all smiles, razors hidden beneath pearly whites. You remember how she'd dumped pudding over some poor band kid's uniform in junior year. How she'd terrorized girls in the locker room. How she'd terrorized you.

Maybe she doesn't remember you.

"Didn't think this was your scene, Y/N."

No such luck.

You nod tightly, praying she'll leave you be.

"Aw, c'mon. Nothing to say? I know your mouth is big enough for extra cafeteria pie. Surely you can spare a hello."

"Leave me alone, Andrea," you say.

Her eyes light up. She loves when her victims beg.

"Heard you're going out with Steve Harrington now. Like, I knew you were pathetic, but I didn't know you were a liar."

"It's not a lie. Steve's my boyfriend."

That only fuels the fire. You've seen the bitter jealousy before. Girls have no idea what the hell Steve is doing with someone like you. They're confused, then angry, hurling daggers with their eyes. You never mention it to Steve. You can't bear to see realization in his own eyes. He'll wake up from a fog. They're right. What am I doing with you?

Andrea laughs. "What, as like, charity work?"

Your eyes begin to burn. Where are you, Steve?

"Leave me alone, Andrea." Your voice is weaker now and sounds more like a plea.

"What're you gonna do? Chase me down?"

You are a lampshade. You are a feather floating in the wind. High school is past you. Andrea means nothing.

Oh, but her words hurt. You've always been sensitive, too soft. Steve thinks you're a dream. You feel like a raw nerve.

"You know, Steve used to make fun of you too."

Your blood runs cold. Andrea clocks your reaction and keeps going.

"You think he was above that? Look at who he dated. I mean, God, Nancy Wheeler's not winning any prizes, but she's tiny."

Nancy is beautiful. She's also incredibly smart and has become something of a friend. But that voice has always been there, sounding suspiciously like Andrea Burgess. A reminder that Nancy had Steve first for a reason.

"S-Steve would never do that."

Your voice wobbles. You're trying to be strong but you can't. You'd hoped all these years would've toughened you up but you can't do it. The Andreas of the world will break you every time.

"Called you every name in the book," Andrea informs you keenly. "Big girl and built like a linebacker. He was real creative. You're a joke to him, Y/N. He'll get you out of his system and move on."

Steve has never mentioned your weight or appearance. Kindly, he calls you beautiful, gorgeous, pretty, sweet, lovely. He akins you to a shrinking violet, a flower that just needs a little coaxing to bloom. He asks for you to let him take you shopping. You never seem to want to go shopping with him. Baby, how come we don't go to the mall? I have style, I swear!

You don't mention your weight to him in fear he'll notice. Steve will notice, and then he'll realize what a huge mistake he's made. So you keep quiet. Maybe he won't know. Maybe you'll get to keep him. Steve is a patch of golden sunshine in this hellhole.

You love him. The thought, however frightening, is there, real and true. You don't want to mess this up. You'll suck in your stomach and cover all the mirrors if that's what it takes.

"He's already ditched you," Andrea continues cruelly. "Probably glad to be rid of the dead weight."

You can't take anymore. You run.

Andrea doesn't follow you. There's too many people in the hallway and your vision is blurring fast. You go upstairs, blindly checking doors. Your hand hovers over a knob to a bedroom. The thought that Steve is inside with someone else briefly crosses your mind. You sprint down the hall, away from that thought.

You find the bathroom and lock the door. Then you sit on the toilet lid. And you cry.

You try to keep quiet. The bass from the speakers thumps below, but still. You can't risk anybody finding you. Least of all Steve. Steve would ask you about what happened. Steve would want to fix it, because Steve always wants to make things better.

You can't be fixed. He can't know.

Your nose is snotty, tears clumping in your lashes. You grab the edge of the window sill and cry harder. Your chest aches from lack of air but you can't stop.

You have to calm down if you want Steve to take you home. You'll need an excuse, though. Sick, you feel sick. You threw up. Steve won't question that. He'll touch your forehead and coo and you'll never have to talk about tonight.

You scrub your face with cold water. Your eyes are puffy from crying and you can't smooth your frown no matter how hard you try. You wipe your face with toilet paper.

You can't look in the mirror too long or you'll break and start crying again. So you spin on your heel and unlock the door, slipping out. The hallway is still empty. All of the noise is downstairs. Your secret is safe.

Steve will likely be searching for you. Hopefully, you haven't been gone too long. You can say you got lost, or caught up with an old friend. You're a terrible liar, especially to Steve.

Andrea's words creep back in. Maybe you're lying to yourself too.

You wipe your nose with a knuckle and swallow. You just need to keep it together for another hour. Then you're home free.

Steve looks like he belongs here. Two cups in hand, coolly perched on the edge of the armchair, Steve Harrington is certainly somebody's king.

Andrea touches his arm and giggles. Steve's barely looking at her. A wave of nausea turns your stomach.

He sees you and stands, shaking her off. But it's too late. You're out of Steve's system.

"Y/N? Baby, where are you g—"

You barrel through the crowd by the front door. You don't care about your jacket in Steve's car. You'll walk home if that's what it takes. Anything to get away.

It's more than chilly tonight. But the air feels good on your face, hot tears having returned. You scrub furiously at them.

You should've known. Why hadn't you seen it? You know better than to let your guard down around somebody like Steve Harrington. To think he could want you. Who are you? You're never making that mistake again.

"Y/N!"

Steve is running. Of course you had to go and fall in love with a guy who's athletically inclined.

You pick up your pace.

"Go 'way, Steve!" you hiccup.

Your voice is hoarse and raw from crying. You know Steve can hear it.

"Y/N, honey—"

"I'm walking home," you shout, voice cracking. You ache so bad. You want to stop and break right there on the sidewalk.

He catches your elbow. You wrench your arm away. When you turn, Steve looks like he's been slapped.

You keep wiping your eyes but the tears are coming too fast now.

"Y/N, what happened? Tell me what happened," he begs.

You cry harder and bend, holding your arms. Steve steps forward, hands fluttering over you.

"Baby, baby. Please, I need you to breathe, please. What hurts? Tell me what hurts."

"I'm your joke," you grit through tears. "You've got me out of your system."

"What?" Steve gasps. "What are you talking about?"

"Look at me!" You're too loud. You've never been this loud with Steve. "Look at the fucking big girl! Did you have fun?"

"Y/N." Steve looks like he's close to breaking. His eyes are glassy. "Please stop. Please. Don't call yourself that. Was it her in the chair? I pushed her away. I don't even know her name, I—"

"Her name is Andrea Burgess. And you're all the same. You lie," you grit. "I love you and you love girls like Nancy. You would’ve laughed at me back then and you—you—"

Your hands ball into fists. Steve gently takes your wrists. You want to fight, want to push. But you can't. You're not strong enough. So you collapse.

Steve holds you like you might float away if he doesn't. You cry into his shirt, clutching fistfuls of fabric. Steve folds over you, shielding you from it all. He rubs your back in slow circles.

"I'm sorry," you sob. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"

"Baby, stop. Y/N. Sweetheart. Stop, stop it."

Steve takes your face in his hands, thumbs wiping your cheeks. He kisses your forehead ever so gently. More tears spill.

"I'm not strong enough for her," you choke. "She got in my head. I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"

"Y/N, hey, hey, no. I should've been there. God, I'm so sorry. You don't have to face this alone. Whatever she said isn't true. You're not a–a joke."

Steve looks like the word makes him sick. Your arms curl around his neck. He cradles you like you're something precious.

"I don't want to lose you," you whisper. "I'm sorry I said those things. You've only been good. You deserve better."

"Baby, you're not gonna lose me," Steve replies brokenly. "Is that what you think? That I'll leave?"

"I wouldn't blame you," you sniff. "You could have anybody. I couldn't even go to one party without ruining it."

"You did not ruin anything. Okay? She said those terrible things. None of it is true. You are not a joke or something to get out of my system or any other horrible shit she said. I don't—I'm not like that. I would never hurt you."

"I know you wouldn't," you say shakily. "I know, I know. She said you teased me and I know you didn't, I know that."

"But there were people like me who did," Steve says quietly.

You sag. "You're not like them."

"I could've been. If I hadn't gotten some sense knocked into me..."

Steve shudders and tightens his grip.

"Is that why you didn't tell me?" he asks.

"I... no, I know you're a good guy, Steve. I just—I was scared. I am scared. You might wake up one morning and decide you can do better than me."

"Hey. Listen to me." Steve backs up slightly so you can see his face. "You are the most incredible person I have ever met. Nothing is going to change that. Okay? You're beautiful and I love you. I love you. Not despite anything. I love you for you."

Your eyes burn again. You bury your face in Steve's arm.

"I didn't mean that stuff."

"I know," he murmurs, cheek on your head. "It's okay. I can't—I don't know what that kind of hurt feels like. But I know I'd never want you to feel it. So will you do me a favor?"

"Hmm?"

"Promise me you'll tell me if you’re feeling like this?"

The wind cuts through with a whistle. You don't feel it with Steve around you. He rubs your arms.

"I promise," you nod.

"Thank you," he says and gently tilts your chin. "D'you want me to pull the car around?"

You shake your head. "That's okay. I wanna walk with you."

Steve takes your hand.

"Next time we'll go to the bookstore," he promises.

"I don't wanna force you to go," you sigh. "You like these parties."

He shrugs, kisses your temple.

"Nah. Party Steve was a long time ago. 'Long as I'm with you, I'm good. I've got you."

You smile and kiss him, bumping your nose with his. Eventually you pull away. Steve clears his throat, suddenly bashful.

"So back there... you, uh, love me?"

Your eyes widen, heart pounding. Don't back down. You're safe here.

"Yeah," you say softly. "I do. I meant to tell you in a far nicer way, I swear."

"You could... say it again?"

You grin. "I love you."

Steve is sunshine. No more hiding in the dark for you.

"I love you too, baby. So much."

And your insecurities won't disappear overnight, true. But you won't face them alone. Not anymore.

[countrymusiclover]

11 - Stress-relief Weekend

Part 12

Texas Romance

@tyrionsprincess30

Noises from the kitchen is what wakes me up early this morning so I throw the covers off wearing a tea shirt and some sleep shorts with my hair a little messy entering Connie's kitchen. I sniffed the air smelling smoke when I came around the corner seeing Georgie beating the toaster with a rag cursing until I called out in curiosity. "Georgie, what are you doin'?" He turned around clearly caught off guard sitting the rag down once he throws out some burnt toast in the trash can. "Oh uh mornin'. I tried to make you toast - but the best I can do is soup."

Wrapping my arms around myself I sit down at the small wooden kitchen table watching him bring some slightly warm bowl of soup over in front of me. "I thought you'd be at work. Does your meemaw know your here?" I asked slowly eating the food he made until he pulled out a chair sitting himself carefully watching me. "I begged her for a spare key and Dale is getting his RV set up before he takes my meemaw on a date." Raising a brow I slurp down the last bit of soup in the bowl about to get up but Georgie beats me to it. "I'll get it-" I cut him off reluctantly handing him the bowl. "Georgie I'm still able to do stuff for myself you know. Besides I thought they broke up."

"Yeah they were but apparently now they're not. Old people are weird. Anyway he's letting us barrow the camper for the weekend." Georgie explains with a nervous smile waiting for my reaction. He had went and talked to Dale before his father and I knew why. He was afraid of his reaction same as I am about my parents. "Why do we need the camper, exactly. Are we running away?" I chuckled trying to lighten the mood of this pregnancy. He shakes his head leaning his elbows on the wooden chair. "No we're not runnin' away, but that might not be a bad idea-" I cut him off slapping my hands on my knees. "Georgie, I'm joking-" He bends his head down talking again. "I was just thinkin' that we take a weekend in the woods and forget for one second the fact we're gonna have a baby."

It was settled and thankfully agreed to by our parents so we packed up the camper heading out. After a few hours drive I jumped down the stairs hitting the ground with the wind blowing through my loose hair. Georgie went and got firewood and comes back as I had finished setting up the tent. "How'd you get that done so fast?" He asked searching for a lighter in his jacket eyeing my direction. "My dad hunts and we went camping when I was little so I learned how to set this up." Georgie finished the fire pulling up two lawn chairs in front of the fire sitting down. I plopped down inside the chair opening the cooler grabbing a Coke, tossing him one as well.

Tilting my head up to the sky I sigh in relief laying back in my chair. Cracking open the pop taking a drink feeling someone staring at me. Turning my head to Georgie he rests his chin in the palm of his hand just staring fondly at me. "You know I don't think I'd want to be havin' a baby with anyone else except you." Resting my other hand over my heart I felt touched, getting to my feet offering him an opened hand. "Awe Georgie...dance with me." His gaze flickered from my eyes to my hands slowly replying. I pulled him to his feet intertwining our hands. My freehand on his shoulder and his on my waist pulling me closer. "We don't have any music though..." Reaching into my pocket I grab my phone clicking on a random song tossing it into my lawn chair. The music starts playing as we spun the other around in front of the light of the burning fire.

He spins me out throwing my hair around as I smiled up at the stars. Twirling back into his chest grinning seeing a grin on Georgie's face. Wrapping my arms around his neck I leaned up kissing him softly through a whisper. "I love you, Georgie Cooper. And I have faith this baby will too." He rests a hand to my cheek closing the gap and kissing me. Laying my head on his chest we just sway to the music in the background hearing him whispering back. "I love you too, Y/n L/n." That moment everything seemed to slow down. We weren't these two seventeen year old high school students about to be parents. About to be called mom and dad. We were just two kids in young love trying to escape their reality.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[chaseadrian]

"you've never kissed anybody before?" with the one and only steve 'the hair' harrington 🤘😫

hi <33 hope u like!

steve harrington/f!reader 943 words an. they don't kiss but maybe i'd be down to write a part 2 at some point

You almost didn't take the job. Robin had to plead and prod when you came back into town after one semester at a shit college with shit professors and a shit roommate. You'd been slumped on the couch for weeks, no direction, no motivation, feeling like you'd been chewed up and spit out by the world in a matter of months. And then someone got fired from the Family Video for spending a bit too much of their shift behind the curtain in the adult section.

Working with Steve seemed like a nightmare, despite all of Robin's exclamations that he'd changed since high school and was a better dude now and okay yes, she'd admit maybe he flirted a bit too much with the girls that walked into the store but he wasn't mean anymore.

So you took the job.

Robin was great, always had been, always would be, but she couldn't bridge the gap between you and Steve.

Until the night she'd called out of work for food poisoning, leaving the two of you to close up shop alone.

Steve was taking his sweet time restocking the shelves while you worked on a new window display. Standups of Keifer Sutherland and Jason Patric flanked you as you threw fake fangs and rubber pools of blood on the shelf between shiny new VHS tapes.

"So you going back to college next year?" Steve asked, breaking the usual silence that lingered when you and Steve were without Robin.

"Dunno." You shrugged, groaning as a blood pool dropped to the floor with a splat. It had hair and crumbs stuck to it when you picked it up, carrying it with an outstretched arm to the bathroom sink.

"Gross." Steve followed, leaning in the doorway of the bathroom with his arms crossed, "Just throw it in the trash."

You looked up at him from the mirror, "This was the only medium sized piece, it'll balance out the whole display."

He rolled his eyes, "Sure. Anyway, tell me more about college."

Drying the rubber off with paper towels, you turned your head to him with furrowed brows and a frown, "What?"

"Well, I mean I thought I'd get the scoop when Robin graduated but she's at community, not much night life at a college half comprised of senior citizens. So?"

"So, what?"

"So, anything! I am wasting away here in Hawkins, gotta have something to look forward to when I finally get my shit together. Sooner or later..." He trailed off, pursing his lips and following when you pushed past him back into the lobby over to the display, kneeling in front of the shelf.

"Uhh, it sucked, I guess. Hard classes, mean professors."

"Yeah yeah yeah school's shit, we knew that, but did you at least get a feel for that great 'college experience' everyone freaks out about? Tube topped babes, dudes headbutting each other over beer, people passing out on the frat lawns."

You looked up at him with squinting eyes, "Have you seen any movies other than Animal House?"

"What's that?"

"It's a—" You paused, "We literally work at a video store. Rent it. Either way the party scene wasn't really my thing."

"Seriously. Not a single one? No dudes whose names you didn't remember in the morning? Nothing?"

You shrugged with a frown, eyebrows raised, "What can I say? You knew me in high school, did you ever see me at parties? Did you ever invite me to parties?"

He smiled and started to rebut, "Well I—"

His brain kicked in and he thought for a moment, "No."

You turned back to the display, pulling candy bars from a box and setting them on the shelf, "Exactly. Not a liplock in high school, and the tradition continues in college. Well, the six months I was there."

He crouched down to meet your height, "Wait wait wait. You've never kissed anybody before?"

You didn't look at him, didn't indicate you'd heard what he'd said at all other than a short shake of your head.

"Like not even a nervous spin the bottle seven minutes in heaven my-upper-lip-is-way-too-sweaty-to-kiss-you-right-now-but-here-goes-nothing peck?" He gestured with his hands, forearms resting on his knees, voice laden with a tone that said he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Nope."

"Huh." He stared at the carpet.

"Like that's so hard to believe. I had exactly one friend in high school."

"W—well I just thought you band geeks all intermingled."

"I wasn't in ban—" You reevaluated the entire conversation, setting the last chocolate bar down and standing up with the box, "You know, why am I even talking to you about this? You had your first kiss at what like, two years old?"

Steve matched you, a smile on his lips, "Actually, I was one. My grandma couldn't keep those purple-lipstick laden lips off me."

You stared at him, and he reached forward to grab the box from you, ripping the bottom and flattening it into a sheet of cardboard.

"There's a framed photo of me with old lady lip prints right by the front door."

That earned a laugh, and his eyes flicked around your face.

"Didn't mean to pry, I know the only common denominator we have is Robin so I barely have any right to ask you shit like that. Sorry." He offered, reaching a hand out.

You took it, accepting his truce with a shake, "I appreciate it."

"Friends?" He gave you a half smile.

You pulled the corner of your mouth down, "Ehh."

"Acquaintances with the potential for friendship?"

"That's more like it."

He slapped your shoulder, "I'll take it."

Maybe Robin was right after all.

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Robby Keene’s coworker

Robby Keene x reader

warnings: minor claustrophobia warning??

a/n: olive i love u and im going nuts over coworker robby (somewhat based off of true events). also this is set before season 1

prompt: a spinoff idea from these headcanons by olive my love 🥰🥰🥰 @retvenkos

robby and you had started working this fast food job relatively close together

like within two weeks of each other

two high school hires, what could go wrong?

(a lot)

you two got scheduled for shifts together pretty often, but managed to hold down the fort

“robby?? oh, fuck. oh, no, no, no” -you in the back

“what?” -robby, turning the corner “how?”

*the floor drain clogging up*

“i dont know!!!” -you

“our shift ends in…twenty minutes. don’t even worry about it, it’s not there” -robby

“but—” -you

“nope, not our problem” -robby, pulling you away

always keeping an extra clean uniform in your bag in case robby couldn’t do laundry at home

which happened pretty often

ALWAYS covering for each other when the other needed it. no questions

big “fuck it” energy all of the time

goofing off when there aren’t any customers

and when there are

“will one of you just take my fucking order?” -rude customer

“why don’t we try that again, sir” -robby

“nevermind…i’ll be leaving a bad review on this place” -customer

“oh noooo, we’ll shut down for sure!” -you, sarcastically

robby walking you to your car, the bus, or home on late shifts

MAJOR shit talking the other staff members and management

“i mean, how hard is it to take out the trash every once in a while?! that’s their job!” -you

“you know, i asked how to ring up a ‘special request’ the other day and the manager told me ‘it’ll just do it itself.’ the fuck does that mean?! anyways i just didn’t charge them. whatever.” -robby

“dude! and he knew the mop bucket was broken and didn’t tell anyone! my feet were covered in mop water, i had to tape it back together!” -you

“how do we work for such idiots?” -robby

“well, it’s a good thing we work for these idiots or we never would have met” -you

singing in the back while you do the dishes

which robby sometimes joined in on when he felt like it

messing with each other when one of you goes into the walk-in fridge or freezer (enclosed space)

*light turns off* *screaming*

getting absolutely destroyed during rushes

shit talking customers

trash can trick shots

“watch this” -you, kicking a piece of food off your shoe and into the trash

“what?! no way, let me try” -robby

predictably who gets fired next

“i got ten bucks on peter by next week” -robby

occasionally snagging some food from work

“you’re really gonna eat that? after everything we see back here you’re gonna eat that?” -you

“food is food” -robby

“not what it poisons you” -you

sneaking pictures of robby whenever you get bored

they can be pretty funny sometimes

when you’re not working with him, you know you can talk shit about whoever you ARE working with

y/n l/n: i cannot live like this. they just made food without gloves on

Robby (work): you’re joking

y/n l/n: i really wish i was. please save me

threatening to quit at least twice a week

“if you quit, i’ll quit. we can quit together” -robby

never actually quitting

convincing robby to make dumb videos with you while it’s slow

definitely have a ton of “disappointed face” pics together

every once in a while a crackhead strolls through the store and you just roll with it

if they don’t bother you, you don’t bother them

robby argues with customers as time goes on

ESPECIALLY ones giving you a hard time

having that “look” at each other when you know you’re annoyed with something but cant say it out loud at that moment

“did someone…did someone throw a salt shaker at us?” -you after dodging a salt shaker during a rush

“we don’t get paid enough for this shit” -robby

finding the most insane messes

“someone squirt ketchup all over the window” -robby

“wanna look for new jobs together?” -you

eventually you guys get some pretty sketchy customers

“name for the order?” -you

“trey”

“cruz”

they start getting all buddy buddy with robby and offer him a “job”

“can that one come too?” -robby, pointing to you

“think they can keep up?” -trey

“they run circles around me, they’ll do just fine” -robby

quitting on the spot—together. just like you planned

the perfect end to the perfect beginning

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[salami2]

Ch. 2 - Vecna’s Curse

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary - When news of Chrissy Cunningham’s death, you and the gang find Eddie alone in an abounded drug dealers house. Now, you have to stay together and protect him, but somehow, the two of you learn things about each-other and grow closer…

w/c - 1.7k a:n - this chapter so far has my favourite scene i’ve ever written :) also, less Munson x reader but dw! we’ll get there

Warning(s) - spoilers for ep.2, guns, death, murder, bleeding, Eddie almsot killing Steve, blood.

Chapter List - Ch.1 , Ch.3 , Ch.4 , Ch.5 , Ch.6

You couldn’t believe it. Your eyes were deceiving you, you thought. There’s no way this could happen…

The grainy television inside your class were only distant voices compared to the headline.

‘Girl found Murdered at Hawkins trailer park’

You excused yourself from the class, making a quick getaway from the front doors of the school as fast as your skates could take you.

The wheels felt like they could be on fire from how fast you were going. Speeding like a racecar who’s about to lose the race. Your mind was set on going to one place: Family Rental. To see if Steve was okay.

Hawkins, Indiana is the smallest town you’ve ever known. Well, technically it’s the only town you’ve ever known. Been living here your whole life. But you know damn well no murderers live in Hawkins.

Any human ones, at least.

You swung open the doors of ‘Family Video’. Steve and Robin whipped his head around in confusion then worried.

“Y/N, what are you doing here? It’s dangerous, if you need to be picked up I-“

“Thank you, Steve- do you know whose trailer that was?“ “No, why?” He asked. You skated over to the computer, trying to start it and get it working.

“This isn't normal. Over the past 3 years, when have spontaneous murders ever happened at Hawkins? If it’s what I think it is, we need to find where the murder took place and start investigating.”

Everything was silent. Until the doors swung open, once again. There stood Max and Dustin. Their eyes laid on you, and a once confused Steve became confused once again.

“Nine! You got the same idea, too?”

You nodded, not entirely sure where to start. Dustin slid over the counter, furiating Steve and Robin. They both curse at Dustin as he heads to the computers.

“We need to find Eddie,” Dustin says, “He could be in serious trouble!”

“Wait, why are we trying to find Eddie?” You asked, curious as to why they brought up that boy's name.

“That trailer was his. Chrissy died in his trailer and now he’s a convicted murderer. We need to find him to see if he’s alright.”

Your heart started pounding a mile a minute. It felt like time was slowing down. Not only was someone you had just been with last night falsely accused, he’ll be hunted like a witch.

A cold sweat broke out on your forehead. Finding yourself praying he’s safe and sound.

“I need… I need a TV and some chords!”

The door of the abandoned house creaked open. Everyone's eyes looked around the messy surroundings, as Steve would put it.

“So… this is where Eddies been?”

Steve asked, carefully treading inside. Robin and Max pointed out empty cans and trash bags.

He grabbed an oar and started poking and prodding around. Sighing at your brothers idiotic antics once again. “Steve, what the hell are you doing? You could hurt Eddie if you're not careful.”

He scoffed. “Y/N, don’t worry. I’m sure your little friend would be fine.”

You drag the tv inside. Fixing it up with a special headset.

“Hey, don’t worry, guys. Steve will save us with his big, long oar! He’ll save us from any danger here!” Dustin jokes.

“Please Henderson, half of us here have had our lives in danger more than once. This kid can’t do anything to us that we haven’t been against-“

A tarp Steve was jabbing up flew up, revealing a hiding Eddie. He grabbed him by the collar, shoving him against the wall with a shattered bottle against his throat. Everyone went into high alert mode as you dug around in your backpack to grab something.

“EDDIE! STOP, PLEASE, CALM DOWN, WE’RE NOT HERE TO HURT YOU!”

Dustin exclaimed, trying to stop Eddie from cutting Steve’s throat. “We’re here to help you, right guys- NINE Y/N WHAT THE HELL!?”

You had your eyes on Eddie, who was currently looking scared out of his mind.

A loaded shotgun was in your hands, pointing directly at the boy's head. Everyone was completely stunned at what was happening. Eddie's mouth agape.

“Let go of my GODDAMN BROTHER!” You shouted, unwilling to move from your position. Eyes steady on that Munson boy.

“If you let go, I won’t shoot and put the gun away. But if you don’t… don’t expect me to hold back.”

Dustin spoke up. “Eddie, we’re on your side. This is Robin, from band! This is Max, the one who never wants to play D&D, that’s Steve- And the one about to kill you you already know, Y/N. Just… please. Let go and we can talk.”

He hesitated. Eddie let go of his grip on Steve and sat down. You tucked the gun in your backpack, still keeping an eye on Eddie.

Steve came up to you and gave you a pat on the back. As if to say ‘thanks’.

“Eddie… We’re just here to help. Tell us what happened that night. I promise, we’ll believe you…”

He scoffed, lips trembling. His body was crouched, like he became a ball. He wasn’t ready to fight. You felt sorry for him, looking like a shivering puppy.

“You wouldn’t believe me…” he mumbled, hiding his face.

“Try us.” Your voice called out.

Both your [E/C] eyes and his round, brown doe eyes didn’t stray away. As if communicating telepathically, you awkwardly looked away. As if to say a quiet ‘sorry’.

He spilled his guts out to you. The situation with Chrissy, drug deals, her body contorting as she died right in front of him. Your heart broke for Eddie. You knew that facing the demogorgon was traumatic for everyone who first experiences it, but for him, he was completely innocent in it. I mean, everyone is. But you thought how nobody else should have gotten involved.

“… You all think this is bullshit, huh?” He asked, looking away.

“No, we believe you.” Robin said. “Don’t bullshit me man!” he exclaimed back.

“We’re not.” You protested, inching closer towards him. He jerked back, a little afraid of what you’d do to him. In good faith, you put your hands up, coming in peace.

“Look,” Dustin said, “Y/N- no, Nine is going to need to do something to you so we can see what happened that night.”

“It’s not going to hurt,” you quickly reassured, “But I just… need you to keep quiet about what I’m about to do. If word got out, my life could be on the line. I’m not joking about it.”

His cute, confused expression was evident. You slid on a monitored net on his head, secured tightly and synced to the busted television. You took a seat, taking a deep breath.

It’s been so long since you’ve done this. Shaking, you decided to take his hands. Holding them out for him.

When he slid his cold, ringed hand you felt it again. The perfect fit, like last night.

Focusing, you start using your powers.

Static showed on the screen what he had seen that night. His eyes were wide, like a frightened deer. Though you couldn’t see. Since yours was firmly shut, trying to show everyone what you can see.

Eddie felt like his trauma was replaying once again. It couldn’t be… how is this happening?

How was Y/N doing this?

You got to the moment where Chrissy hit the floor when you gave out, exasperated. You let go of his hands and slumped in your chair.

A stream of blood trailing down from your left nostril.

Robin gave you a tissue as Dustin took noted on what happened.

“Holy shit-“ Eddie gasped. “What just happened? How did you do that? Is she like… a wizard??”

So much confusion circulated his brain. But one thing was for sure:

That was the coolest shit he’s ever seen!

“Yeah, she’s great.” Dustin chuckled, as you gave him the best sloppy high five you could muster.

“I can’t believe I actually stayed…”

You mumbled under your breath, leaning against the cold exterior of an unused boat. An arm over your shut eyes.

Currently, you were sitting in the house that Eddie was staying in while a certain red car swiftly got away. That car was Steves. And all of your friends had asked you to stay with Eddie while they try to solve the mystery. Asking for your help when everything was figured out.

Eddie gazed at you, starstruck, from across the room.

He walks up to you and sits next to you, in a childish manner.

“So, uh,” he speaks, prompting you to look at him, “I have, like, a shit ton of questions.” he states.

You giggle. “And what are they?” You ask.

“Ok, first off: YOU HAVE SUPER POWERS!?”

You burst out laughing. It had been a while since you got a reaction like that. A genuine smile forming on both of your faces.

“Well, yeah. Reading people's minds is just one. But, if I try hard enough…”

You look dead- locked on a toppled can of empty soda. Hand reaching out as if to have grabbed it. After a moment or trying, the can started to rattle in its place, slowly but surely lifting off the ground. Causing Eddie to stand up shocked. Spewing out a long line of curses in amazement.

“Holy SHIT- That’s fucking metal!” He shouts, jumping up and down a bit.

You laughed, cleaning up the bit of blood. “Ok, ok, next question: why does Henderson call you Nine?”

Pausing, you showed your wrist to him. A faded tattoo reading ‘009’ shown. He made an ‘o’ with his mouth. “A little weird to get a numbered tattoo. Like you're some sort of war prisoner.”

You decided now was not the time to tell him. You weren’t exactly sure how he would take you being a Hawkins Lab escapee that had to undergo traumatic tests every day from your birth.

“Last, and final one: Why the hell do you carry a shotgun around??”

“Self defense. If I’m ever in a situation where I can’t use my hands or powers. It’s just something I’ve always had, ever since 83’”

He nodded, licking his lips.

“Are you satisfied?” You smiled. He gave you one of his dorky ones.

“Somewhat. But, we should do this more often.” He said. You raised an eyebrow. “Do what?” You wondered.

“Talk. You have a nice voice.”

Sputtering on your words, you didn’t know what to say. Placing a hand on your cheek. Yep, you were blushing alright.

“Ever the charmer, Munson. Ever the charmer…”

@salami2 , pls like & reblog

[pvarker]

one way or another. [1]

masterlist • about me • general guidelines

series summary: peter parker and y/n stark: chemistry partners, superhero team, and avid rivals. but as oscorp rises, there's no choice but to work with each other. watch as they collide, and react with each other and find out if the neutralize or combust.

[prologue] [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

tags: enemies to lovers/rivals to lovers, stark!reader, slow burn, college!peter x college!reader, they both hate each other [or do they?], fluff, sexual tension, light angst, no blip (aka everyone lives), no nwh bc pain.

word count: 2.1k

a/n: alright! sorry if this chapter feels slow but i'm just trying to set things up more so we can get to the meat and potatoes later on. also not me literally looking at my lab notes for this chapter LMAO, i really based this off my chem lab. this was kinda a labor to write because i got stuck half way through, and also no way home happened and i was emotionally wrecked. anyways, you can imagine any peter you want but this was originally written for tom!peter. as always, enjoy!

"Are you sure you detailed the acid/base interactions with the polymer properly? You remembered to—"

"Yes, Parker, for the last fucking time, I did it properly," you cut him off, your voice strained with annoyance as the boy in question leaned over your shoulder. His eyes were trained on your laptop, his eyes quickly scanning the explanations you provided on the lab report. "You know, you don't need to watch over me like I'm in kindergarten right?"

"Yeah well, we all know what happened last time I wasn't here to check over your work," his arms crossed as he leaned back, his focus torn away from the report, seemingly satisfied with the explanations.

"Okay, that was one time! I just misunderstood which set of data the—"

"One too many, Stark," he hummed, his voice smug as he grabbed his laptop off the counter, going to the cubbies where his backpack and the rest of his stuff is stashed away. He quickly slung his backpack over his shoulders, the latex gloves snapped off his hands as he disposed them in the trash.

"Wait!" you yelled out to him, and he paused in his tracks, turning his head to look at you with a questioning gaze. "We're driving back to the tower this weekend, right?"

"Yeah, I'll meet you in the morning, the same time as always," he replied and without another word, he left the lab, taking his goggles off as he chased off to... well wherever he went to after lab.

You didn’t keep track of him after you reached college, despite having your whole adolescence in common. It was like there was an unsaid agreement between the two of you to keep the interactions to a minimum after high school.

It worked out surprisingly well, not being trapped in the same group as Peter. Back at Midtown, you and Peter shared the same friend group, mostly because Ned and MJ knew your secret identities. It saved a lot of time and energy since neither of you had to constantly come up with excuses for your random disappearances.

Still, there was only so much arguments and bickering the others could stand before they established clear rules between Peter and yourself.

“It’s a necessity,” Ned had said, when setting out the rules, “It’s basically the only way to keep you two calm and off of each other’s throats.” Most of those rules were to keep distance between the two of you, as every time the two of you bickered it was accompanied by some explosion.

It was a while since you and Peter were in the lab together, but you had no choice. The spider-boy needed webs, and someone to help write down some of the newer formulas he was experimenting with. Of course, it didn’t take long for the argument to start.

"God you're so insufferable, y/n. You really have to be right all the time don't you?" Peter spat back, stepping closer to her, his eyes burning with a fire. His chest heaved with frustration, as he looked down at you.

"It's not my fault that you're incapable of seeing what's right in front of you, Parker" you quipped back, tilting your head to meet his gaze. The annoyance of his presence, his hair, his stupid cologne, it filled every molecule of your body. There was something about him that brought out the absolute worst in you.

Before he could reply, the test tube bubbled over, the white sticky substance turning into a grey foam. The glass shattered almost instantly, the container in able to withstand the sudden heat change.

"Fuck!"

The two of you barely acknowledged each others existence, save for the weekends you shared a car ride all the way to compound. Despite both of you being engineering majors, you barely saw him around campus. And when you did, it was when the two of your were with your own friend groups, or just passing by each other on the way to classes. If it wasn't for your chemistry lab and recitation, you were sure you wouldn't ever see Peter Parker again.

It’s hard remembering when their rivalry had gone so far that they avoided each other, shutting each other out of your lives. Sure, the two of you didn’t get along. Sure, the two of you hurled insults each other constantly. Still. Surely none of their fights were bad enough to result in this, right?

You sighed, looking down to your report as you give it a once over and submitting it. Shutting your laptop, your mind prepared itself for the hellish week, and the worse weekend waiting for you.

The ride to the compound was pretty quiet, the two of you barely speaking as you understood that a conversation would only lead to arguments. Not to mention that the two of you were still sleep deprived college students, and the drive started almost at dawn, meaning unless it was to ask for more coffee, the two of you were content to ride in silence.

You two were the first seated in the conference room, trying to both avoid each other and get the plans for your next mission as soon as possible. You tapped your foot impatiently, your eyes constantly scanning the glass windows for any sign of your father or the rest of the adults. It’s been a while since you were out in the field as Psyche, your alter ego, as Tony was adamant that you needed to focus more on your education. Still, you missed being back in the towers, back in your rightful seat, back trying to make a difference in the world.

You’ve wanted to be an engineer as soon as you were old enough to know the word, but you’ve wanted to help the world for even longer. You were born with psychokinetic powers, and combined with your father’s brilliant mind, let’s just say you were a menace as a child. Whether it was manipulating your father’s materials to create your own devices, or new materials and chemicals, everything you touched either became a magnificent device or an explosion.

Despite Tony’s insistence that you were too young, you were desperate to prove your worth. You were at their beck and call for years before they ever let you in, whether it was getting ice packs for the team or modifying their suits. After a lot of heated arguments, some minor explosions, you basically pestered them into letting you in.

It was everything you wanted to do in life: creating new tech, saving people, protecting the earth. It finally felt like you were putting your powers into something useful and helpful. After doing it for the better part of your childhood, leaving it, even temporarily for college, was like leaving a part of you behind.

You sighed, your impatience growing in you steadily as you spun lightly in your chair and then resuming your fidgeting. You were seated across from Peter, your seat permanently changed to the furthest distance from Peter’s after an incident involving some webs and a very small, contained fire. It was a rule everyone followed: keep Parker and Stark far away from each other, unless you wanted a screaming match and a broken vase.

“Could you stop shaking your leg, you’re vibrating the whole table,” Peter said, annoyance lacing his voice as he shot you a dirty look.

“Someone’s grumpy,” you scoffed back, but deciding to pause the fidgeting, not wanting to test the boy.

“Yeah, well, anyone would be if they had to listen to you snore for 4 hours,”

“Hey, I do not—”

“I love you two, but it is way too early for me to hear any bickering,” Tony walked in, one of his hands rubbing his temples in the familiar Stark gesture for I’m so over this.

“But he—”

“But she—”

“Zip it, otherwise I’m kicking you off before the mission even starts.” Tony shot you a signature glare, and you shrunk in your seat, ignoring your father and choosing to glare at Peter instead. For a split second you considered sticking out your tongue at him, but something about your father’s glare stopped you. Damn, even after a couple months of college, the Father Glare still works.

"Right well, we'll get this finished as soon as we can so we can have the rest of this weekend free. We’ve gotten some intel that oscorp is trying to develop some new serum,” Tony stated, marching over to one of the clear boards to pull up some files.

“Serum? What for?” Peter asked, pointedly ignoring your glare and focusing on your father instead.

“We’re not sure yet. It’s possible that they’re trying to recreate the super soldier serum,” Tony pointed to another set of schematics pinned up on the wall. “It seems similar enough, but we’re still not sure.”

He slid two sets of files towards each of you, and you were immediately flipping through the pages, your mind racing as it skimmed the pages.

“The easiest way to get intel might be Norman’s son, Harry Osborn. He also goes to MIT, just a year about the both of you. The kid’s a spoiled rich kid, so I’m sure you get him drunk enough and he’ll start spilling the secrets.”

For once, Peter and you hummed in agreement, and then silence stretched across the room, as the two of your flipped through your files.

Tony cleared his throat. “Y/N. Peter. We’ll... need you to be partners for the entirety of the mission.”

“What?” both of you exclaimed in unison, lunging out of your chairs with your hands braced on the conference table.

“Look, we don’t have a choice, alright? The two of you are the closest route to getting connections with Osborn,” Tony sighed slightly, looking between the two of you and trying to scope out how the two of you were feeling.

You bit your lip. You and Peter working together was not a good idea, to put it lightly. You had years of rivalries and disasters to prove it. Even though you two worked together on the Avengers, it was a delicate truce. An agreement that was only held up by the fact that both of you were more passionate about doing superhero work than about hating each other.

“Alright,” Peter agreed almost instantaneously, even before you questioned the logic behind this.

“What?” your voice incredulous, as you gaped at him.

“Oh come off it. I know you don’t see reason often, but even you can admit we don’t have much of an option here,” he gritted out, his jaw slightly clenched.

“Oh please,” you scoffed, “Parker, I don’t know if you got brain damage with the time we’ve spent apart, but we don’t exactly get along. How the hell would we even convince anyone, let alone Osborn, that we’re best buddies when we can’t even stand being in the same room for more than an hour?”

“Well, we have been spending two hours together here. Almost 7 hours if you count the car ride,” Peter mused.

“That doesn’t count and you know it.”

“Kiddos, unless you want to dress Steve and Bucky like college students and send them in, we don’t have much of an option here,” Tony interrupted, his patience wearing thin. “It’s just one mission. Just get along for this and you guys can go back to how you used to be.”

You winced, the mental image of Steve trying to fit in the college crowd making you cringe. Or worse, Bucky. You can stand one mission with him, right?

“Okay,” you sighed out. “Fine. Let’s just do this and get it over with.”

“Great!” Tony clapped, the relief clear on his face. “There’ll be an Oscorp gala next week and our presence will be required. In the meanwhile, get started on your strategy and training.”

You grumbled out an affirmative, before you started gathering the files in your arms. Your father walked towards the door, before pausing. “Kiddos. Try not to kill each other.”

Your's and Peter’s gaze met across the room, your eyes boring into his. His brown eyes were darker, looking at you as if you were a ticking bomb. Almost in sync, the two of you breathed in.

“We’ll try our best,” both of you replied, your eyes still on Peter’s as your dad left the room.

taglist: @badass-yn

[corvus--rex]

Before I start/post anything else, I've decided to make a master list of all my ao3 fics in chronological order from the very first fic I posted. I am Klance trash, so that's all you'll find here. Note that some of them are a/b/o, those will be marked. None of these have been beta'd, so be warned

This got long, so as much as I don't want to...

Our Life in Pictures

60k, rated mature, ongoing, modern au, omegaverse, alpha Keith, omega Lance

A collection of scenes following the relationship between Keith, a tattoo artist, and Lance, the dancer who caught his attention from the dance school across the street.

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All I Need

25k, rated mature, modern with magic au, this one's been discontinued, but I do still like the setting so...

Five years after a traumatic event that resulted in Keith losing everything and everyone and the self-destructive spiral that followed, he accepts a job transfer to the big city. He’s in recovery and more stable than he’s been in years, but his past still haunts him. When he accidentally rescues an odd man and his cat one night, Keith finds out that not only is the guy a witch, but that so is he. Keith knows nothing of his origins, having been in the foster care system all his life. Together, they begin to unravel his true past, but at what cost?

Trigger Warning: First chapter deals heavily in trauma, self-harm, and substance abuse, off-screen character death, and fire.

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Incanto

3k, rated teen, modern au, inspired by Mediaeval Baebes, this has been placed in a medically-induced hiatus

Keith and Lance had a major falling out just before graduating college over their career directions. Keith wanted to leave home to teach in another state, Lance wanted him to stay with Incanto, the six-member choir they'd started in high school. A year after graduation, and Keith is back home. He's rejoining Incanto and his friends. And maybe he might be able to finally admit how he really feels about his best friend.

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Dormiveglia, that precious space

18.8k, rated teen, ongoing, canonverse, not canon compliant, omegaverse, alpha Keith, omega Lance, set just after s2e8 The Blade of Marmora

Dormiveglia - the space between sleeping and waking

Lance hated being an omega.  He'd always hated his secondary sex status.  It followed him everywhere, up to and including the Garrison.  Now he was in space, and it had followed him there as well.  It seemed that Alteans, Galra, and most other races also had the alpha-omega traits and that it wasn't limited to humans.  And so, Lance's omega status had followed him into space, and there was nothing he could do about it.  It also didn't help that he'd fallen hard for a certain alpha.

He didn't know that that certain alpha was falling for him too.

Or that he may never live to see those feelings realized.

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Here Come the Vultures

7.9k, rated teen, ongoing, band au, omegaverse, alpha Lance, omega Keith

Castle of Lions was a hugely successful European-styled metal band. The only problem was the part where Keith Kogane, the band's vocalist, was an omega. It was a necessary secret, given how society viewed male omegas, and one that the band and their label swore to keep. But just how long can it stay a secret?

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The Sound of Color

4.5k, rated teen, ongoing, soulmate au, omegaverse, alpha Lance, omega Keith

Lance is a 21-year-old college student and Alpha, working hard on a music degree. He has a circle of friends he loves and who love him, the only problem is that they've all found their soulmates and he hasn't. Most people have found theirs by then, and he's worried he never will. But an end-of-semester party may change that.

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Play Date

280 words, rated general, post-canon, one of only 2 that aren't explicitly klance, this one's actually zezor, but the klance can always be assumed

Based off this Tumblr prompt: Zethrid attempts to surprise Ezor with something special

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Someone to Talk to

596 words, rated general, canonverse, not canon compliant, just Pidge and Shiro

Based on this Tumblr prompt: One of the paladins has a queer crisis. Shiro to the rescue.

Or, Pidge has something to say and turns to Shiro for support.

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The Summer of the Moving Vans

651 words, rated general, modern au, childhood friends-to-lovers

Based on this Tumblr prompt: Childhood!AU Keith and Lance are next door neighbors - until a moving van shows up one day.

Lance and Keith were best friends. The summer after second grade proved eventful with a stream of moving vans all vacation. Looking back on it ten years later, they talk about just how life changing it was.

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Paladins on Ice

708 words, rated general, canonverse, not canon compliant, team shenanigans

Based on this Tumblr prompt: When Allura finally gets the door to the training deck unlocked, she’s surprised to find that it’s been temporarily repurposed into an ice rink, and that someone is a talented ice skater…

The Paladins are up to something, Allura wants to know what it is, and when she finds out, she learns that one of them has an unexpected talent.

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Why is it Always you?

2.5k, rated general, college au, coming out, title's bc something something every universe, something something every reality

Based on this Tumblr prompt: When Lance has some internal questions about his orientation, Keith surprises him by being there to offer support.

A snowstorm shuts down Lance’s college, and he finds his thoughts drifting to one of his oldest friends and feelings he can’t make sense of.

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Julance Prompts 2021

33k, rated teen-explicit, various aus, some are omegaverse, alpha Keith, omega Lance, and also alpha Lance, omega Keith

Most of the prompts will be from my own AUs, with the title after the prompt in the list. Rating and tags will be in the top notes of each chapter/one shot, please remember to check them as they will change. Also note, most are abo/omegaverse. The ones that aren't will be tagged as such.

02 - Musician au - Here Come the Vultures 03 - Blue Paladin - Dormiveglia 04 - Allura & Lance - Crystal Venom rewrite 06 - Catboy - mafia/assassin au 07 - AU of choice - Cyberpunk 12 - Fashion - model au 15 - Paranormal/Magic - modern magic au

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This is Why I Said Yes

131 words, rated general, post canon, just pure fluff

Post-war married domestic fluff starring Klance!

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Klancetober 2021

7.7k, rated teen-mature, various aus, some are omegaverse, alpha Lance, omega Keith

01 - college/coffee/party - How You Like That

02 - supernatural/magic/nighttime - Core Burn

03 - cold/autumn leaves/rain - Autumn

04. festival/pumpkins/haunted house – This is Halloween

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Yule Magic

914 words, rated general, magic au

Lance hasn't been back in his home town for very long and promised his best friend Hunk that he'd come by the Golden Lion Bakery soon. He was expecting to see what they'd done after renovating, he wasn't expecting a new member of staff. Yule was a time for magic, and this was no exception.

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If I Didn't Know Better

715 words, rated teen, canonverse, not canon compliant

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were about to kiss me."

Keith's frustration with the war spills over into his sparring session with Lance, whose attempt at breaking the tension does not go the way he planned.

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Bonfires and Flower Crowns

1.6k, rated general, magic au, sequel to Yule Magic

Two months after first meeting, Lance and Keith are pretty seriously dating, but haven't taken the next step of making their relationship official. Imbolc marks the traditional start of spring. Maybe a change of seasons is nudge they need to make that shift

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Player 3 is Waiting to Join

1.6k, rated general, modern au, omegaverse, alpha Lance, omega Keith

Omega Keith is a streamer/youtuber, and he and Lance are getting ready for their first child. This is just a few minutes of fluff during their day, plus a surprise present.

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Food & Family

1.2k, rated general, post canon, not canon compliant

"Keith attempts to cook. The results are surprising."

After the war, Keith thinks back to when, at age 12, he found himself alone for the afternoon and decided to take care of his lack of after-school snacks on his own and what happened as a result.

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The Bonding Moment™: Part 2

526 words, rated general, canonverse, Keith is a dumbass but we knew that

We all know The Bonding Moment™. We know what happened and how Lance then denied its very existence. But there's the part we didn't get to see. Keith's disaster gay meltdown later on…

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The Marmoran's New Clothes

385 words, rated general, canonverse, not canon compliant

"With much hesitation, Kolivan agrees to try dressing in Earth clothes."

Kolivan had resisted the idea of even trying to wear human clothing, but a trip to the mall later, and Lance, Keith, and Krolia are beginning to regret suggesting it.

Unlike the Emperor, this outfit isn’t made of air and wishful thinking. But to the three witnesses to this catastrophe, it might actually have been an improvement.

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Listen and You Can Hear the Ocean

2.2k, rated teen, college au sort of, mermaid au

After years of dreaming of the ocean, Keith heads off to university to pursue marine biology. A chance encounter with a familiar stranger shows him a past he'd long forgotten and the future they can forge together.

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Red Blood & Blue Violets

8.1k, canonverse, not canon compliant at all, this was an exercise in pain, two endings, one good, one not so much, there's Keith/oc in chapter 3, be advised that I am now attached to this oc and he will be coming back

Based off this Tumblr prompt: "Please don't go"

Keith and Lance had become feared by Galra soldiers across the known universe for their flawless fighting style, the seasoned pair regularly taking down many times their small number alone. Until now. He’d failed. They always had each other’s backs, and he’d failed.

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A Different Kind of Sunset Scene

990 words, rated teen, post canon, not canon compliant, it's got they/them trans enby Lance

Based on this Tumblr prompt: “Lance talks Keith into taking a break from work to go for a sunset stroll.”

Keith was supposed to be taking a break. As in, not working 12-18 hours a day. But even away from the field, leading the Blades was a lot of work. He’d sworn – promised, even – that the diplomatic bureaucracy for the day shouldn’t have taken any more than a few hours. But that was what he’d said at breakfast at 8 in the morning. It was nearing sunset, and he’d barely taken a minute away for lunch. Ok, if he wouldn’t do it himself, his loving husband would have to do it for him.

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One Last Hunt

4.4k, rated mature, ongoing, college au, with witch Lance and [REDACTED] Keith, and ghosties and other critters

Lance practiced magic. The real stuff, not this new age shit. It's why he got into ghost hunting with Hunk and Pidge. Everything he knew came from books; hopefully meeting ghosts and spirits would teach him something new.

Pidge has a surprise for them for Halloween. Two surprises actually. One is going to the most haunted property in the area on the night in question. The other is that she invited campus cryptid Keith Kogane. Everyone knows who he is, but no one actually knows him. Everything about him is just slightly off in a way that no one can quite put their finger on, and it seems that he knows something about the haunted estate.

Getting closer to Keith on Halloween will definitely be an interesting experience. What does he know that he's not telling? Is he even human? Lance knows it's possible, but not even he's prepared for the truth.

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Keith Kogane, Snake Whisperer

1.5k, rated teen, canonverse, not canon compliant, danger noodles are friend-shaped

While on a mission to secure an alliance for the Coalition, Team Voltron find themselves deep inside the cave system below the surface of the planet Vuria. They're there to retrieve an artifact sacred to the Vurians' ancestors. They weren't expecting an encounter with the planet's wildlife. But it's fine, Keith's got it covered.

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A Candidate for a Soulmate Bled

1.9k, rated mature, ongoing, soulmate au, musician Keith, bartender Lance, first words soulmarks (sorry Lance)

Lance tried not to look at the words on the inside of his left wrist. Ever since they first showed up on his thirteenth birthday he tried to look at them as little as possible. The first words he would hear from his soulmate, sitting there in their own handwriting in neat, sharp script: slittin’ my throat it’s all I ever Lance has worried about those words for ten years, especially now that his soulmark is beginning to bloom red...

[rayshippouuchiha]

More KHR recs!

Still not done with ffn yet lol, sorry. I swear I'm giving you the best ones on the list!

Adoption by Memory25

I have to scream about this fic a little bit. SIOC Izumi adopts Kyouya after his grandmother dies. Distant relative and newly emancipated minor herself, if she doesn't take Kyouya, he'll go into the system and have his inheritance stolen from him. Not if Izumi has anything to say about it. So cute with kid!Kyouya. He's already using his animal metaphors, though, lol. Very realistic look at what happens in this kind of situation, but doesn't linger on them. Izumi is such a great mom in this. Some of the shit she's willing to pull for Kyouya is amazing.

Trinisetre, Unleashed by Syrlai

The Mare rings and the Arcobalenco are missing. Changes suddenly happen in the past and the 10th Gen have to fix it. They end up mistaken as runaways and are adopted by the 1st Gen.

Scorched by RenagadeWarrior

Hilarious. This whole fic left me feeling thrilled. Tsuna finds a baby bird in the grill one day. He decides to raise it and .... hmm... I don't think normal birds catch on fire. Tsuna gets a Phoenix as a friend. Nana names her Tsubird and is more involved in Tsuna's life. Tsubird doesn't care who sees her be a Phoenix. She will set herself on fire, teleport herself and sometimes another person away, use her Phoenix song. She also hates anything that hurts Tsuna. She left a peice of trash on the stairs once and Tsuna fell so now she hates litterers and will absolutely savage people for it. Kyoyya was in awe. Crazy adventures ensue. Love the more mythy part of it.

Ayakashi by Kyogre

Tsuna is half youkai and his Gaurdians aren't all human either. Kitsune Nana, rich worldbuilding, immersive. A unique spin on the Curse of the Rainbow Arc.

Contract by Metamorcy

Tsuna/Reborn Earth and Meravigli are connected to one another. A contract can be formed with a Summoner from Earth. Summoner Tsuna hates being forced into the high end Summoning college by his controlling family who destroyed every path he tried to take. One day when he has to visit Meravigli to tey to form a Contract, he meets Reborn, a native of Meravigli. Surprisingly humanoid, Reborn saves his life and is eventually charmed into a friendship. Them they Fake A Contract so Reborn can come and go. Then the other Arcobalenco get involved.

A Fairy-Tale of Two Idiots by Dandelion-san

King Iemitsu has had enough! All of these perverts need to stay away from his son! So he locks Tsuna in an isolated tower. And hires a dragon to gaurd it! Dragon!Reborn/Tsuna sort of crack

Athena by Autore Raita

Alice must have done something real good in her past life. How else could she be a witness of Reborn's disgraceful early years? OC with KHR knowledge grows up with Reborn and "trains" him. Just like Tsuna.

School Days by AwedByAwesomeness

Outsider PoV of the Vongola Gaurdians picking Lambo up from school. So good

I Am by skygem

Warning! Aftermath of Suicide By Main Character!

Set as a poem, it shows all the lives that didn't change for the better because they never met Tsuna. Reflects on the effects of bullying.

Learning for Life by Santoka

Tauna was going to make his high school years better than his middle school years! A new start! Or it was until the police stormed his classroom.

Heat-Haze Days by Metamorcy

Reborn/Tsuna Reborn hates this. He's been stuck looping August 14th for far too long. Nothing he does changes it. Something always kills him. Then someone takes his place. And does that stranger really remember the loops?

You Don't Mess With the Decimo by Anelli di Tempesta

Partial identity reveal fic. Tsuna's class has to get an interview with a high ranking company member of their choice. The class that interviews the highest position wins. Luckily, their classmates mom is pretty high up there. Then she starts insulting her new CEO and his family. Tsuna puts her in her place. Two-shot

Thrown into the Past by skygem

Really good series where the 10th Gen, at various ages popped into the past and was partially raised by them only to return to their own time. The 10th Gen desperately try to find everyone.

I Promise by skygem

I cried so much! Super Hurt/Comfort fic. 18 yr old Giotto's parents just died, leaving 4 yr old Tsuna in his care. But he can't support Tsuna, who was taken into foster care. Then comes the day they can meet again.

Ghostly Interferrence by phoenixtears07

Giotto comes to spend time with his newest descendent. He accidently influences Tsuna's first word. Two shot!

To Make A Carnivore by phoenixtears07

9 yr old Kyouya finds cute 7 yr old Tsuna one day. He decides that he will teach this fluffy little thing a carnivore. It goes... not well. Hilarious. Super cute.

Rapunzel is Secretly an Assassin by miikka-xx

Squalo gets stuck in a magical tower and Xanxus has to break him out. Squalo/Xanxus. Hilarious. Parody-crack

Bail by Zessei

Once again, Tsuna is spending his Saturday bailing Hibari out of jail. One shot

Snapping Point by JapanManiac

Even the most gentle and patient people reach a breaking point eventually. Tsuna's gaurdians and the Varia learn that the hard way. Humor

That is officially all of my ffn list! I hope you'll love these just like I do.

!!!!!

[ava-achlys]

The Boyz NSFW Scenarios

Kim Sunwoo - Reflection [Requested]

Request: Strangers to friends (dom! Sunwoo), new kid Sunwoo meets the school troublemaker in detention. Tensions rise and antics ensue.

new kid! Sunwoo x bad girl! reader

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up kiddos), underage sex, semi-public sex, slight praise kink, slight angst, mentions of bullying/misconduct/mischief

Sorry for the wait @l0v3bugch4nh33 but I hope you enjoy it! Thanks again for requesting 💖

What do you do when your position as the baddest person in school is threatened by some obnoxious newbie with equally obnoxious pink hair?

Mr Lee sighs for the umpteenth time as you tap your foot incessantly. He glares at you, knowing full well he has no effect on you. Every teacher that's tried to talk some sense into you or punish you has given up and resigned to waiting for the day you graduate, which proves to be difficult since your grades were trash and your conduct was just as terrible. You had to repeat your senior year and it just meant you had more time to mess with the teachers and staff. Why hadn't they just expelled you? Well, you doubt it had anything to do with the fact that you'd been expelled from two other high schools already, and your parents had offered a large sum of money to the principal to keep you in this school until you graduate.

You hated studying, period. You hated how rigid the academic systems were, and you had little to no interest in anything. Not science, not languages, not arts. You just felt stuffy and controlled all the time. That was why you ended up terrorizing the other kids and even staff, just to feel alive and free. Smoking in the school bathrooms, skipping class, vandalism; just to name a few. You revelled in the way your juniors would scurry away if you so much as looked in their direction, and even some teachers would avoid you. You ran the school, and you were untouchable. Until about a week ago.

Some new kid transferred into your class with obnoxiously pink hair and a slight accent from the countryside. Who even transfers into a new school in their senior year? Anyway, some of the girls were immediately taken by his looks, whispering to each other about how cute he was, and your classmates began spreading mindless gossip about him.

I heard he was expelled for beating up some teachers

I heard it was because he set the school on fire!

I bet it's cause he slept with a teacher

You roll your eyes at their stupid words, effectively shutting them up with a glare. As your luck would have it, the new guy (Sunoo, was it?) was assigned to be your seating partner, something your teacher belatedly realized was a very bad idea. In horror, she reminded the class that it was a temporary arrangement and that she was revise the seating plan, internally vowing to keep you two as far away from each other as possible. It wasn't something for her to worry about, you thought. You had absolutely no plans to get close to the pink-haired fool who was not-so-subtly checking you out.

Days passed and you tried to assert your dominance by acting out even more than usual. You swapped all the locks to the gym equipment storage and started a food fight at lunch, earning you a week's worth of detention. However it didn't seem to faze him at all, and he went about his business, staying out of your hair, despite appreciating the view every time you walked past in your short skirt. So what if you weren't abiding by the school dress code? He himself had flaming pink hair, which apparently landed him in detention too, since he wasn't willing to dye it back to black or shave it all off within the stipulated time. That, and he was caught smoking in the boys bathroom. Detention within the first week of school? You had to applaud him, even if you decided you hated his guts for being indifferent and callous. Only you were allowed to be like that.

A knock on the door brings you back to the present, and Mr Lee huffs when he sees the fuchsia mop poke through the door. "So nice of you to finally join us, Sunwoo. Your seat is there. And I'm sure you're familiar with the rules of detention by now, most schools are the same," your teacher smiles, a fake saccharine tinge to his voice.

"Afraid not, sir, would you be so kind to inform me again?" Sunwoo drawls, his big round eyes blinking with faux innocence. You resist the urge to laugh at the way Mr Lee is fuming, sinewy arms ready to burst through his tight button-up and you swear you could see steam pouring out of his ears. "I do not want to hear a single word from either of you. Stay put, and maybe do some reflection on why you decided to be such menaces," he spits through gritted teeth, storming off through the door and slamming it shut, locking it from the outside. You groan, slouching into your seat as you fiddle with your phone, already bored out of your mind. Your eyes are on your phone but you can sense Sunwoo's gaze lingering on you again. It's not unpleasant, but it leaves you feeling hot, and you refuse to believe he's got that effect on you.

"You're an idiot," you mutter under your breath, your eyes still trained on your phone.

"Pardon?" his artificially sweet voice is back, taunting you with that drawl of his.

"Smoking on school grounds, getting detention in your first week? Rookie mistake."

"What if I did it on purpose? To spend some quality time with the mysterious bad girl everyone's been talking about?"

You scoff loudly and Sunwoo is still grinning annoyingly at you. He stands up and walks over to the teacher's table, plopping into Mr Lee's seat. "You're interesting." He stretches his long legs out, resting them on the table, putting his hands behind his head, sending a cocky smirk your way; and you can’t decide if you want to punch or kiss it right off his face. You roll your eyes, uncrossing your legs and you suppress a laugh when you notice Sunwoo’s line of vision goes straight to the spot between your legs. He licks his plush lips subconsciously, and oh, what you would give to feel those lips on your body. You spread your legs just a tad further, and the smirk on his face slowly drains away, eyes transfixed on the wet spot on your panties. “Fuck you, Sunwoo.”

“Yes, please,” he murmurs absentmindedly, his mind racing thinking about all the dirty things he wants to do to you. You scoff, crossing your legs again, about to curse at him. You’re no easy girl. Especially for someone like Sunwoo, with his stupid puppy eyes, fluffy pink hair, pouty pink lips, thick thighs straining through his tapered uniform trousers and- your thoughts were disrupted by his figure looming over you. He had crossed the room while you were busy listing off everything you found attractive hated in the boy. He stands before you, round eyes darkened with want, and his hand comes up to tilt your chin upwards, his thumb carelessly rubbing against your bottom lip.

"Are you really as bad as they say you are?"

"Don't try me Kim Sunwoo."

"No… I don't think you are. I think you're actually a good girl, hmm?" Sunwoo whispers, deftly unzipping his trousers and pulling his erect cock out, perfectly level with your glossy lips. He tucks a strand of stray hair behind your ear, and gently coaxes your head closer to his twitching length. Your mouth falls open unwittingly, and you can't help but lick your lips at the sight before you.

"Such a good girl only for me."

A shiver rolls down your spine at his deep voice, and you find your lips around his tip, lapping up his oozing precum, your hand grasping the base of his cock. Sunwoo lets out a shaky moan, his fingers twisting into your hair. “Fuck, just like that,” he gasps. You bob your head up and down, swallowing around his shaft, and Sunwoo’s pretty moans fill the classroom. He guides your head up and down his length, admiring the way your luscious lips are wrapped around his veiny member. Soon, he tugs you off by your hair, making a 'pop' sound as your mouth releases his dick. You look up at him questioningly, and his cock twitches at the sight of your spit-slicked swollen lips. "Don't wanna cum yet, cutie," he grins, dragging you by the shoulders to push you against the teacher's table.

You hop up the table and lean back, parting your legs wide to accommodate him. You pull your skirt up, and he pulls your drenched panties aside to dive in, licking ravenously at your slick folds, causing you to mewl and throw your head back, nearly hitting your head on the table. He slides your panties off and his free hand sneaks up your body to cup your breast, massaging it through your shirt and bra as he makes out with your pussy. You clamp a hand over your mouth to stifle your moans, feeling those plump lips close around your sensitive clit, and you can't help but writhe in pleasure. Sunwoo smirks up at you from between your thighs, balling up your panties and holding them in front of your face. "Open up~ can't be too noisy can we, or else the teachers will find out we don't hate each other as much as they think we do," he mocks you in a singsong voice. You open your mouth to rebuke, but he takes this opportunity to shove your panties into your mouth, prompting a disgruntled moan from you.

Your annoyance at being forcibly shushed fades quickly when he sticks two thick fingers into your pussy, clenching tight around the intrusion. He laps at your clit as he pumps his fingers, scissoring them to stretch you out, his other hand back to groping your other breast. Your mind is turning hazy from all the stimulation, and you can only grip onto the edges of the table as you drown in the feeling of Sunwoo's touches all over your body. He pulls away once he thinks you're ready, making you whine at the loss of contact. He straightens up and you wordlessly stare at each other with lust-filled eyes as he languidly lubes up his erect cock with your juices. You position yourself right at the edge of the table, holding your legs up and apart with your hands, presenting yourself to him.

Your pussy throbs as he approaches, lining up his cock with your entrance and he pushes in slowly. The stretch burns deliciously, and Sunwoo hurriedly pulls your panties from your lips, muffling your moans with his lips instead. The kiss is messy, spit and precum and teeth, as your pussy adjusts to having him fully sheathed inside you. You break apart, gasping for air, and Sunwoo is shaking from resisting the urge to pummel into you immediately. "M-move, Sunwoo, hurry," you whisper, and he nods, pulling out and slamming back in instantly, shushing you softly when you unwittingly moan out loud. He continues to fuck you at a brutal pace, balls slapping against your ass, and slowly you feel your arms start to give way. He notices this, and takes over, holding your thighs apart with a bruising grip as he drills into you. He buries his face in your neck, his hot breath and warm lips on your skin bringing you close to climax.

"You think you're so big and bad huh? The students fear you and the teachers hate you, but look how good you're being for me," he pants into your skin, groaning when you clench around him, clearly affected by his words. "S-shut it Sunwoo just- ahhh!" your words are cut off by a hard thrust into your g-spot. You hate him, for being a tease, for taunting you, for threatening to take your spot as the top dog in school, but most of all, for edging you. He chuckles darkly, pulling your hair so you look up at him with desperate, wild eyes. "Come on now, ask nicely and I'll let you cum, babe," he teases, hips still pistoning relentlessly into yours. You let out a frustrated groan, and you grab him by his collar, pressing your lips against his. "Let me cum, Sunwoo, wanna cum all over your pretty cock," you mumble against his lips, and it seems to do the trick.

His thrusts begin to stutter, and you smirk into the kiss, realizing that big bad Sunwoo likes being praised too. "Your lips were made to eat pussy, and you just love the taste of mine, don't you?" you continue, getting bolder, revelling in the way a shiver rolls down his spine at your words. He thrusts erratically, groaning lowly as you cling to his frame, burying your face in his shoulder to muffle your moans as you cum hard, clenching tightly around his cock. Sunwoo hurriedly pulls out before he cums inside you, jerking himself harshly to completion, growling and cursing as he paints the side of the teacher's table white with his cum. He falls forward, clutching the table as both of you gulp lungfuls of air as you come down from your highs.

"Fuck, that was-"

"Insane. We're insane for doing this, really." you finish his sentence. He snorts loudly, shaking his head at the sticky situation you had gotten yourselves into. Suddenly you hear footsteps and voices coming down the hallway, and you look at each other in horror. You quickly straighten your clothes, hurrying to put your panties on and wipe off Sunwoo's cum from the teacher's table with a gym towel you had in your school bag. Mr Lee opens the door to find the two of you sitting very peacefully apart, and with any luck, doesn't notice the messy hair, wrinkled clothes, flushed cheeks or the stench of sex and sweat in the classroom.

He chalks it up to you two delinquents being perpetually unkempt, and dismisses the two of you, as it was well past the time your detention should have ended. You and Sunwoo duck around him, uncharacteristically quiet and meek as you exit the school together. Once you make it past the school gates, you both break out into raucous laughter, still not believing how you went from hating each other to swallowing each other's faces in the span of one meeting. The smile on Sunwoo's face suddenly disappears as a thought crosses his mind. "Wait… was there a CCTV camera in that classroom?" he asks worriedly. "Yeah. There is." you reply casually, and a look of alarm crosses his face.

"Don't worry, it's broken though." you quickly assure him.

"What? Who broke it?"

A devious smile graces your lips and Sunwoo immediately understands, barking out another incredulous laugh. You two share stories about the trouble you've gotten into at your previous schools all the way home. Before you part ways, Sunwoo smirks cheekily at you. "So… Same time next week?"

You gnaw on your lip as you consider. Maybe there was space at the top of the food chain for two, and that you both aren't so different after all. You mirror his impish grin as you walk away.

"See you in detention, Kim Sunwoo."

[katberk]

Fanfic Ideas #1

I have so many ideas for fanfic stories and I don’t know how to write for shit so have my ideas for Stranger Things/actors and all that shit lol

Anyone can write about these so if you see someone who’s already wrote about it don’t worry :) different authors write different stories ❤️

I’m also a very big person on fluff and hurt to comfort so the majority or all will probably just be that lol

More to be added so look out for those

x = Romantic

& = Platonic

🌸 = Someone wrote/read story

If you find any like these/write them please tag me in it 🥰

List 2

List 3

List 4 (coming soon)

Bonus - Have some soulmate prompts/ideas

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~1st one~

Dacre Montgomery x reader (high school sweethearts) 🌸

Dacre and the reader are costars with their characters being love interests. They’re both in an interview talking about season 3 and Y/C/N and billy’s death scene. The reader talks about how they got the idea to kill off their character because they wanted more time with Dacre and to not stress out. So the scene goes the reader’s character (Y/C/N) tries to save Billy but sadly dies from his hands by strangulation. It was super emotional because the last words that were spoken were “I just want my sunshine back” (which reader calls Dacre) so they basically talk about that scene and how memorable it was to go that way!

“When they yelled cut all I felt were Dacre’s arms around me.”

(If someone writes this one PLEASE TAG ME!!!)

~2nd one~

Billy Hargrove x reader

Where reader just tries to make Billy jealous for pay back cause he makes them jealous like everyday at the pool.

“Just let me have this for today. Let me have the attention”

~3rd one~

Eddie Munson x reader

Reader is full on just female version of Eddie but loves the sweet cliché shit. (Ex: cheesy rom coms, holding hands, picnics in the woods) (P.S. Tiefling fairy! That’s a me)

~4th one~

Ghost face Steddie x reader

Anything that tbh

~5th one~

ANYTHING WITH THE BOYS X READER

Steve x Eddie x reader x Billy

~6th one~

Billy Hargrove x reader 🌸

You’re having dinner with his family minus Neil till he comes home and things escalate. He’s about to hit Billy until the reader pulls him back and puts a knife to his throat.

“If you lay a finger on him I’ll slit your throat right in front of your family you got that?!”

~7th one~

Eddie Munson x Henderson reader, (Dustin Henderson & reader)

Reader and Dustin have the best sibling relationship in Hawkins. He’s the little adorable nerd while she’s the mother always making sure he’s okay and well. (Ex: Makes sure he eats at lunch aka packs stuff for him/shares her food, Ruffles his hair/gives kisses to his head/forehead, makes sure he’s doing good physically and emotionally, always picks him and his friends up from dnd) Eddie finds this sweet and slowly falls for her.

“Hey Dusty guess what I got!” *pulls out two Hostess Cupcake packages*

~8th one~

Steve Harrington x Buckley reader, (Robin Buckley & reader)

Reader is Robin’s older sister who has the sweetest sweet tooth known to Hawkins. Steve figures this out after a week of visits from the sister everyday sometimes twice a day. How will Steve win her over and how will Robin react?!

“She’d start crying if you gave her a giant cake or something!”

~9th one~

Billy Hargrove x Pyromaniac reader

Billy dropped his lighter and now it’s gone! Angry he’s been ignoring everyone all day trying to figure out where it went. The next day he makes eye contact with the reader who… HAS HIS LIGHTER!!! Running after them he finds the reader and oh wow… their really hot!

“I-I’m sorry! I just really like collecting empty lighters and I thought this one was forgotten… and I was gonna set this trash bin on fire.”

~10th one~

Eddie Munson x Guitarist/Artist reader

Every week Eddie finds a drawing of him and every month he finds a cassette in his locker. These gifts make him wonder who’s spending their time of day on the “freak” of Hawkins? With the Hellfire club on his side will he figure out who this lovely person is?

“It has all of my favorite songs on it… and look! The art is so realistic!”

~11th one~

(Talked about this in a previous post)

Steve Harrington x reader x Billy Hargrove

When reader and Billy are on a date they decide to go see Steve “The Hair” Harrington at Scoops Ahoy (Because they missed him and were gonna pick him up after his shift ended). When the party sees Billy and reader having a good time together half of them try to protect the reader while the other half panic because they know that Steve and reader are dating! The party get a big surprise!

“Wait! Robin you knew?!”