#stranger things 2 promts

[rissa72]

Favorite Stories

None of these stories are mine

Ghoul

Nsfw alphabet

Darlin

Janeys dad

Rumors

Orange colored sky

Peachy

Not again

Can ghouls blush

All over again

Smoothie and the ghoul

Bout damn time

My heart is a sad affair

Sweeter than honey

Test subject (cat mutant)

End of the world

Rock a bye baby

Kiss me you animal

Faces of old

Feo fuerte y formal

Pretty thing

Atomic baby

Strangers no more

Masterlist 1

Photos

1

2

Eric Coulter

Nsfw alphabet

Headcanons

Try me

Run for your money

I hate initiates

This is what happens

Driving me insane

The lesson

Masterlist 1

Photos

GOT

Sandor

In The north

Die for you

Masterlist 1

Tyrion

After birth

Aamond

Lykir

Tywin

When night falls

LOTR/ Hobbit

Thranduil

Nsfw alphabet

Borimir

Princess

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

Headcannons nsfw

Haymitch

Moves and counter moves

Daryl Dixon

Against a tree

Blood ties

Unearthed

Desert rose

Don't mean I know

Never again

I like it long

Purring

Sleepy fun

Double trouble

Photos

Photos 2

Head canons

TWD

1

Severus

Secret lovers

The gift

Masterlist

Eddie munson

Jealousy, jealousy

Into the fire

Luca

Promts

Reassurance

Mics

Damian Preist

Saturn

After he wins championship

Masterlist

Raymond Smith

Let there be complaints

House M.D.

Wilson

Blue or pink

Ace Merrill

Ace keeping period products

Ace wanting to cuddle

Harvey Spector

Warm

Plan Ruined

Discrete not detached

Henry Cavill

Midnight activities

Sleepy snuggles

My favorite cardio

Benny

English class

Not built for this

Sweven

Caim

SOA

Your boyfriend's a bitch

Juice

Love me like you do

Happy

Eleven days

Miss me

Billy hargrove

Masterlist

Captain Jack Sparrow

Lost moment

Criminal minds

Spencer reid

Psych you out

Black cat girlfriend

Mr Reid

Pool

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[loveless-scribes]

AUGUST WRITING PROMPTS (1-31)

Sorry this is late but I had to think up a writing prompt with the help of Google. I hope you can be able to write some of these in your free time. I love seeing posts from you even if you don't post everyday. I have to do some of these promts for artwork so I know the struggle of coming up with ideas. You don't even have to write daily you can do once a week or once a month just to get in the groove!

Now these can be about any fandom you feel comfortable writing live action or animated. Even movie films can be included. For example:

Anime: AOT, JJK, Demon Slayer, My hero Academia, Naruto, Spy x Family, One Pice, Black Butler, Castlevania, Hunter X Hunter, SK8 the infinity, Beastars, Komi Can't Communicate, Blue Period, etc.

Netflix Animated Shows and Movies: The legend of Korra, Blood of Zeus, inside job, Love death and robots, the midnight gospel, Bojack Horseman, Arcane, and even avatar

Popular live action shows: Stranger Things, The Witcher, Game of thrones, Lord of the rings, The Hobbit, the mandalorian, The boys, Breaking bad, Waking Dead. Etc.

Popular Live action Movies: Everything everywhere all at once, parasite, Squid Game (AU), Star wars, Avengers, Pirates of the Caribbean Jurassic Park, Fast and Furious, Mission Impossible, James Bond, etc.

There are many many more but don't limit yourself to one fandom or even one film! They can be short poems, a long script, based in an alternative universe you name it!

You don't even have to do this list in order it can be in what ever order you wish!

1. Day Seven

2. Keynote

3. Red shoes

4. The Team

5. Time

6. Agnes

7. Lost Touch

8. Code

9. Camper

10. I'm done

11. Damp

12. Déjà Vu

13. Porch

14. Speechless

15. Seasons

16. Mother's Love

17. Hurdle

18. Ups and Downs

19. A side of Salad

20. Left on read

21. Too much too late

22. Online

23. Prickly

24. Infant

25. First Time for everything

26. Save me

27. Part Time

28. It blows

29. She never told me

30. Surreal Experience

31. Death

You may have a small following but you do have admirers, they may not always comment or like, but they will see what you write as long as you put yourself out there. Don't worry about impressing anyone just do what you think is best for you!

OMG did you make this prompt list yourself? Thank you so much!

I'm defo gonna refer back to this cause it helps to write something else when struggling between chapters.

Thanks again! ❤️

[milleniumhan]

Leave, just like everyone does. (Steve Harrington X Reader)

Note: Hey guys! I decided to make a mini-series of sorts (?) I’m not sure how it’s going to go, I’ve never written anything like this. :(( Hope it doesn’t suck! This is the first part out of... *I don’t actually know how many* mmmm...’kay, enough talk. 

Here is Part two!

Summary: You return to your hometown only to realize the person you once loved the most now hates you. Should you keep presuing him? Should you tell him how you feel? Or just move on? Billy doesn’t seem so bad after all, you know?

Warnings: Language and angst! 

“Shit, Shit, SHITT” was all Steve could think when he heard the teacher introducing you, even thought everyone already knew who you were. You had left Indiana last year because one of your parents had gotten a job transfer, but you were back again. “Why now?, goddamnit” Steve’s thoughts continued to scramble in his mind. You had been Steve’s first girlfriend, he blamed you for breaking his heart when you left for California last year, and for turning him into the insecure player that he was...that is until his now ex-girlfriend Nancy, of course. You, clueless about the grudge he held against you, decided to take a seat right next to him. “Hey, Steve!” you whispered so the teacher wouldn’t hear you. There was no response, he just got up from his seat and sat on the other side of the room, really far away from you...as far away as possible. This left you kind of shocked and a little bit saddened, you felt confused and disoriented. Does he hate me? Does he even remember me? Maybe he didn’t hear me? You spent the whole day trying to get close to him, trying to figure out what was wrong, waving on the hallways, smiling at him through books at the library. Nothing. No response. This went on for the rest of the week, you kept trying but he kept avoiding you. By the end of friday you were completely exhausted and full of grief. You just didn’t understand why he hated you so much, why he went out of his was to avoid even the slightest eye contact with you. As you left school you managed to bump into Billy. You two had gotten acquainted earlier in the week thanks to one of your mutual friends. You had briefly bonded over California, turns out he had moved from there earlier this year. You thought he seemed nice, a little cocky, but nice nonetheless. “Hey, there’s a party going on later, wanna come with?” he asked casually. “u-uh...” you hesitated a little bit, you didn’t know what this meant...and, the thing is, you still had feelings for Steve. “I’ll even give you a ride” Billy offered with a wink that made you both roll your eyes and laugh at the same time. “What the hell?” you thought, Steve won’t even talk to me, he doesn’t even want to breath the same air as me” you drifted off. “Yeah, I’ll go with you” you finally answered, gaining a sly smirk from Billy. “´Kay sweetcheeks, I’ll pick you up at eight.” 

Sorry if it seems a little short! I’ll upload the rest tomorrow. :) <3 

(Requests are always open and welcome, btw) 

[bish-ima-clown]

EVERY SEASON SPOILERS (1, 2, 3)

LISTEN FISHES I KNOW I WATCHED ALL 3 SEASONS BUT I PROBALLY DONT REMEBER ALOT OF SHIT.

"Steve, I think I love you!" Nancy said. Shit. Steve didn't want to have it be like this. Nancy Wheeler had asked him to talk to her during lunch if he wasn't doing anything. He was worried because of her nervous posture and had agreed to this. Right now they were behind the school.

He didn't expect this. Nancy was who he considered his friend. Maybe even best friend. Not...in that way.

"Nacy listen-" Steve tried. "No. Please just listen-"

"Nancy!" Steve demi-shouted. "What?" She said. "Nancy..I'm gay. I can't be your boyfriend." He gave her that look. He was chill. But you can tell in his eyes, very easily, he was scared.

"What..? But yo-" Nancy was amazed. Steve couldn't see if it was a good shock or a look of disgusted shock. "Yeah, I've had girlfriends. But I've been keeping undercover. Do you know how many homophobes there are in this town? I know you're hot homophobic. But please don't tell anyone." Steve said.

Nancy was quiet for a while, furthering the Harrington's anxiety. "Ok." She said after a while. "Ok?" Steve asked. "Yeah. Ok. But things are gonna be weird for a couple of days while I get over you."

And that was it. That's how Steve came out to his now bestest friend. It was the last year of high school and 10th grade was long gone.

(Yo they are bffs. Fake dated in (the first season) to hide past suspicion and shizz. And Nancy and Steve share crushes (only Steve after her and Jonathan got together.))

UMM YES, VERY GAY AND WE SHIP PRETTY BOY AND POSSESSED BOY IN THIS HOUSEHOLD.

AND NO WAY IN HELL IS BILLY DEAD IN THIS AU. THAT'S THE WHOLE POINT OF THIS AU.

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Hello everyone ✨

I can’t quite believe I’m saying this but my blog has reached 500 followers. Thank you to everyone for all your likes, reblogs and support. I’d like to say a massive thank you to everyone on the Top Gun discord chat, who have supported me with my writing and are just an amazing bunch of writers.

So to celebrate 500 followers I’m hosting a writing challenge inspired by some of my favourite Taylor Swift songs. Please chose a prompt from one of the songs below and one character. The characters can be from the following fandoms:

- Top Gun, The Last Kingdom, Stranger Things & Outer Range if there is another fandom you’d like to do just message me 😊

Prompts

- Anti-hero

- Midnight rain

- All too well

- Wildest Dreams

@multifan2022 with Cyclone

@multifan2022 with Johnny Lawrence

- Cruel Summer

- Champagne Problems

@callsign-phoenix with Jake Seresin

- Out of the woods

- Last Kiss

@a-reader-and-a-writer with Jake Seresin

- Paper Rings

@dhwanishah09 with Mickey Garcia

- Sad beautiful Tragic

- Enchanted

@imjess-themess with Jake Seresin

- Long Live

Please let me know if there is another fandom you would like to do and I’ll have a look. Comment or send me a message with the character and the prompt you would like to use. For the promts I will try to limit 2-3 people per prompt so that there aren’t two many of them same. Please chose a different character from the other person if there is already someone doing the same prompt as you. Please use the hashtag #footprintsinthesxnd-500

Feel free to message me if you have any questions or concerns. I will leave this celebration open for the whole month of December. Please let me know if you won’t be able to complete it by 31st December. Thank you again for all the love and support. ✨

Tag list: @callsign-phoenix @imjess-themess @blue-aconite @averyhotchner @mayhem24-7forever @green-socks @alexxavicry @a-reader-and-a-writer @topguncortez @maggiescarborough @callsignmaverick5 @ssprayberrythings @smoothdogsgirl @xoxabs88xox @luckyladycreator2 @abaker74 @elenavampire21 @classyunknownlover @okiegirl24

[the-last-f2p]

Bungou Stray Dogs but I'm quoting me and my friends.

Tw: Swearing in playing 3008 part 2

playing 3008

Higuchi: So you're the rock eating

Akutagawa: Yeah

Higuchi: And you're pancakes

Gin :Mhm

Higuchi :So what am I

Akutagawa: You can be pebble.

*insert hysterical laughter here*

Just chilling

Mori: If you had to choose someone to spend the rest of your life with-

Chuuya: Dazai.

Singing :)

Dazai: FEED THE DEMON

Dazai: LET IT KNOW WE HAVE A SACRFICE

Dazai: FEED THE DEMON

Dazai: LET IT KNOW WE HAVE A SACRIFCE AGAIN

Gymnastics

PM and ADA: *Doing some fancy gymnatics routine*

Guild: Ours is terrible :( Fitzgerald : NO ITS NOT

Singing on the bus

ADA except for Kyoka : FIRST THINGS FIRST IM GOING TO SAY ALL THE THINGS INSIDE MY HEAD IM TIERD OFF AND FIRED UP BOUT THE WAY THINGS HAVE BEEN OH OOOO OOO

Kyoka: why am i here

I knew it (Just after Dazai's dark era)

Chuuya to Koyou: Oh Dazai left by the way

Koyou: k

Chuuya: And he's also gay

Koyou: I knew it :)

* insert more hysterical laughter here*

Playing 3008 Part 2

Dazai: OMG guys look at this *insert buff blonde princess*

Chuuya: What

Dazai: ITS A BUFF PRINCESS

Chuuya: Ahh yes the point were I question my sanity should be in about...

Dazai: IM BUILDING A SHIRNE TO THIS SHIT

Chuuya: There.

English ...

Video where dude is kinda like El stranger things

Ranpo: HEYY EL STRANGER THINGS COPYRIGHT STRANGER THINGS THATS COPYRIGHT

Yosano: NO THATS NOT EL OR 11 THATS NEGITVE 12

My beatiful play

Dazai: And then Hatsune miku says DEATH TO THE BRITISH PEOPLE and shoots Fitzgerald who wants to be Miku?

Akutagawa: I

Fitzgerald: what-

Confusion

Akutgawa: You can slap balls out of people hands so easily

Atsushi :What-

Akutagawa: I MEANT LIKE BASKETBALL GET YOU MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER

(This can also be read with Dazai and Chuuya but idk)

My beatiful play part 2

Dazai: So the judge does the renagade because why not and Junko Enoshima and Elise are there and Junko and Elise are like OMG SLAY LETTME GET IN ON THAT also she summons the demon and its like yo.

Dazai: So we know that Q is the demon

Q: Yey :)

Dazai: Elise you can be you

Elise: K..

Dazai: And the ultimate Fashonista hmmmm defo Chuuya

Chuuya: I dont want to be apart of this

Dazai: To bad and I guess I'm tiktok judge :)

THE END

A/N: Hello there this was super fun to write for no reason at all thanks to my Higuchi and Chuuya qouted friend for telling me that I should do this. Anyway tomorrow is Yan promt day 2 “What do you mean it hurts? If it hurts, it’s because you’re struggling!” anyway thx and goodbye

[12timetraveler]

Heyy I’m sorry if you don’t take requests but I was wondering for a writing promt

Could you write something about Hosea finding a young y/n and then welcoming them into the gang? Maybe y/n becomes Hosea’s… favourite? ^_^. Just any cute moments with y/n and their now dad Hosea, I’m sorry if you’ve wrote something like this before, could I possibly get a link if so <3

I got send here by user mydearhosea <3

Hey Nonnie!

This was a lot of fun to write. I hope you enjoy it.

I did it in HC format because it felt like what fit best.

I do have some more ideas about this dynamic so I might make a part 2 eventually.

The Fox Cub

~Hosea’s heart had nearly broken when he found you.

~You were living in an alley behind a general store, scarfing up any produce that was tossed out.

~Competing with the rats and alley cats for scraps.

~You were such a tiny little girl. So skinny, dirty. Hair matted.

~You looked like you were maybe 5 or 6, though malnutrition does weird things to a growing child.

~You’d been terrified as the strange man approached you.

~Strangers could be so cruel.

~This man didn’t look all that threatening, but there was something about him that seemed dangerous.

~You’d seen him and his friends ride into town.

~Seen the wide berth and suspicious looks the grownups gave them.

~Most importantly, you could see the guns on his hips, white handles shining in the late-morning sun

~You let out a whimper of fear and shrank into yourself as he approached.

~He crouched down in front of you and reached into his satchel.

~You squeezed your eyes shut, not knowing what was coming, but certain it would be your death.

~Everything was quiet, and you felt something bump against your hand. Hesitantly you opened your eyes.

~The man was crouching patiently in front of you, holding out a piece of dried meat.

~Oh it had been so long since you’d had anything other than mealy apples or moldy corn.

~Without another thought you snatched the meat from his hands and shoved the whole thing in your mouth.

~“Easy there. It ain’t going anywhere. It’s all yours. Don’t choke,”

~The man patted your back gently when you inevitably ignored him and swallowed a piece too big, coughing and sputtering and nearly having to give up your delicious meal.

~ “Thank you, sir,” You whispered, not quite looking at the man.

~ You weren’t sure what to think of him.

~ Yes he could be dangerous, but there was something about his presence that made you feel safe.

~ The man came to sit in the dirt next to you, giving you your space but staying nearby.

~ he asked your name, and you gave it, still staring at the ground in front of you.

~ “My name’s Hosea,” He said.

~ You didn’t say anything back, still wary of the man.

~ “Where are your parents?”

~ “They died. Few years ago,”

~ “Have you been on your own ever since?”

~ “Yeah,”

~ You’d been on the streets for about six months.

~ Before that your aunt had taken you in, but she’d treated you worse than the pigs on her farm.

~ After two years of living with her, you’d run away.

~ sneaking aboard the back of a wagon, you’d managed to go to a different town, and now here you were, stealing rotten produce from the gutter.

~ you didn’t tell the man all of that, though.

~ you still weren’t sure what he wanted with you.

~ “I’m sorry to hear that,” Hosea said.

~ He sat with you for a while, just chatting about things, the weather, the town.

~ Every now and then he’d reach into his satchel and pull out something for you to nibble on, which you would take happily.

~ Eventually he started telling you about his group.

~ How he and his friend had started the group many years back.

~ How they lived wild and free

~ Took care of each other

~ Became a sort of family.

~ It sounded wonderful.

~ “Would you like to ride with us?” He asked. “We don’t have much, but we’d take care of you. Make sure you’re safe and fed and warm,”

~ You hesitated for just a moment. It was hard to trust grown ups. They’d betrayed you so often.

~ But something was different about this man. You believed he’d take care of you.

~ And the idea of a family of sorts was so tempting after being alone for so long.

~ “Okay,” you finally said.

~ Hosea smiled widely and stood up, reaching out his hand for you.

~ You grasped his arm and followed him out of the ally.

~ “Hosea,” A man with dark, shiny hair said as Hosea approached his companions with you following close behind, clinging to his arm.

~ The man didn’t seem mad, maybe a little annoyed. But somehow you got the feeling you weren’t the first orphan Hosea had picked up off the street.

~ “Don’t start, Dutch. Look at her.” he huffed. The dark-haired man looked you up and down.

~ His brows furrowed in concern as he took in your sorry state.

~ “Isn’t there an orphanage that could take her in?” Dutch said, but you could already tell he was giving in.

~ “You know as well as I how awful those places can be,” Hosea huffed, approaching the large silver horse tied to the hitching post.

~ Hosea lifted you up into the saddle of the horse.

~ You couldn’t help but pat the horse's neck, giggling as it shook its short, gray mane.

~ “I’ll look after her,” Hosea continued. “She’ll be my responsibility, since you seem keen on leaving her here in the gutter,”

~ Hosea climbed up behind you, settling in the saddle with you positioned snugly between himself and the saddle horn.

~ “Now I never said that,” Dutch huffed, mounting his own white steed. “But is it really a good life for a little girl?”

~ “Better than the one she’s got now.” Hosea countered. “It was a fine enough life for John when he was younger,”

~��John wasn’t as young as she is. How old is she?”

~ “I’m 8 years old,” You piped up, not looking over at Dutch.

~ Hosea and Dutch exchanged looks. You were mighty small for an eight-year-old

~ You fiddled with the horse’s mane for a minute.

~ “I promise I won’t be no burden. I’ll work hard. I don’t take up much space, and I wont eat too much neither,”

~ “Don’t you worry about that, dear girl,” Hosea soothed. “Don’t let this grump make you think you ain’t wanted,”

~ “No one else wants me,” you mumbled.

~ Hosea shot Dutch a glare, and Dutch relented.

~ in all honesty, his heart was aching for your plight just as much as Hosea’s was.

~ “Don’t worry about being a burden, darlin’,” Dutch said. “I got a saying,”

~ Dutch and Hosea turned their horses away from the hitching post and picked up a steady trot down the main road.

~ “We save those as need saving, feed those as need feeding, and shoot…” He trailed off, realizing that last part may be a little graphic for an eight-year-old.

~ “You shoot bad guys? Like Ottis Miller did?!” you looked at Dutch excitedly.

~ You couldn’t read, but you’d spent a lot of time listening at the windows of homes with children as mothers and fathers read their children stories. Otis Miller had become a favorite of yours.

~ “Something like that,”

~ and so Hosea essentially adopted you into the gang.

~ when you got back to camp Hosea sat with you while Mrs. Grimshaw worked through the knots in your hair.

~ he kept talking to you, kept you distracted as your hair was tugged and pulled.

~ After Mrs. Grimshaw helped you bathe, a plate of stew was set in front of you, which you scarfed down like it was your last meal.

~ You quickly became a favorite of the camp cook. You didn’t complain about his food.

~ Most of the gang gave you funny looks, like you didn’t belong there.

~ Some of the men were nice.

~ Arthur gave you a little toy he’d found.

~ Sean made you laugh and laugh.

~ But Bill mostly looked at you like a pest.

~ Micah looked down-right evil.

~ Even some of the nicer men like Javier didn’t keep it secret that this was no place for a little girl.

~ But Javier was still nice. He sang you songs.

~ That first night a bedroll was laid out for you next to the women. Especially Abigail, who has a young son about half your age.

~ But you couldn’t sleep. You didn’t know this woman. You didn’t trust this woman.

~ you didn’t trust anyone here. Except one person.

~ long after everyone was asleep, you finally got up, grabbing your bedroll and dragging it behind you as you crossed camp.

~ Hosea was sleeping on his back under a canopy with two other men, Lenny and Charles.

~ All three men were sleeping soundly as you approached.

~ you paused, not sure what the man would do if you woke him. But…

~ “Hosea?” You whispered, not wanting to wake the others. Hosea didn’t stir.

~ “Hosea” You said, a little louder, leaning down and touching his shoulder gently.

~ His eyes shot open and he sat up, instantly on alert.

~ You stepped back, afraid he might be made and may strike you.

~ “Sorry,” you whispered,

~ “No problem, dear girl,” Hosea said, relaxing as he realized it was only you.

~ “Whats wrong?”

~ “I…” you felt silly for asking it but.

~ “Can I sleep next to you?” you finally asked.

~ Hosea noticed your bedroll in your hand for the first time.

~ “Of course,” He said with a warm smile. You grinned and lay your bedroll next to his.

~ “Is something wrong?” You looked up to see Lenny and Charles both sitting up, watching you curiously.

~ “Our little miss here wants to bunk with us under the canopy,” Hosea said.

~ “If its okay with you all,” you said, looking at the two men.

~ “I don’t have a problem with it,” Charles said.

~ “The more the merrier,” Lenny chirped.

~ The three men quickly adjusted their bedrolls so that you could sleep between Hosea and Lenny, warm and tucked in between the men

~ Soon you were settled in next to Hosea, and Lenny and Charles had already drifted back off.

~ But you were still wide awake, staring up at the canopy above you.

~ “Have I ever told you about the giant bear Arthur and I tried to hunt?”

~ Hosea spoke as if he’d known you all your life, like it was possibly a story he may have mentioned in the 12 hours you’d known the man.

~ You shook your head.

~ “Ooh. Well let me tell you about it. It was quite the beast,”

~ Curled up against Hosea’s side, listening to his story, you finally fell asleep, sleeping easier than you had in many years.

[nincompoopydoo]

Can I request a Fred Weasley oneshot with the promts "you don't love him", and "love is supposed to be good". Thanks 😊

GOOD, PURE, AND BEAUTIFUL

PAIRING: Fred Weasley x reader WORD COUNT: 1.9k (about 1000 words my ass) SUMMARY: The Leaky Cauldron serves as a sanctuary to drink your problems away for the night but a certain ginger always seems to find his way to you. Possible part 2? A/N: Sorry this took so long, I had to rewrite the hold dang thing and I know I said I would write around 1000 words but looks like i can’t help but be long-winded. WARNINGS: Angst. Mentions of getting drunk. support my writing through ko-fi💖 MASTERLIST

You find solace in the pint of butterbeer, sitting at a table for two, tucked by the corner and under the archways of the Leaky Cauldron. The passing wizards in sleek venerable trench coats and witches with an odd taste in hats only act as an activity of sightseeing in keeping yourself awake, hypothesizing strangers’ lives and whether they might have gnomes lurking in their gardens or have gardens in the first place.

You are drawn to the drifting scent of butterscotch—the tankard of butterbeer sits glumly in your grasp as it has lost all its foam. You take a sip, more of a gulp, feeling the gas building up in your abdomen, and the sweetness to it almost feels sickening at this point.

Belly full yet feeling extremely empty.

The days leading up to you, being here at the Leaky Cauldron, and playing the part of the drunken witch very well weren't exactly pleasant. Flourish and Blotts seem to lose its shine in fulfilling your love for books and organization with every passing day and your relationship with the boy you met and fell madly in love with during your sixth year don’t seem to hold the same spark as before. Walter was a Ravenclaw—handsome, diligent, and incredibly smart. You and him dating had been an on-and-off situation because the one thing you two share in common is the lack of decisiveness.

Today, tonight, you and Walter are finally resolute. The true end where second, third, or fourth chances will never cease to exist from now on. With the new offer for a job in America, you and he both know drifting apart seems to be the only reasonable solution to the whole mess of what you assumed was love.

He spoke the words in this very spot, sat in the chair across from you. You had been watching the way his thumb would caress the back of his other hand and you knew, the night was bound to end in a disastrous way. An unfortunate turn of events for the witch who doesn’t truly know if she ever loved another or was ever loved.

Yet, you sit here, eyes completely dry. Far from crestfallen, far from regret. Only filled with the dread of not feeling the sadness you’re supposed to be feeling. You ignore how your shoulders feel lighter and how the tightness in your chest seems to have miraculously disappeared as soon as you watched Walter walk out of the Leaky Cauldron.

Are the butterbeers celebratory or depressing? You’re not sure.

You rest your chin on your palm, feeling like you’re in a daze. Butterbeer isn’t necessarily the type of drink to get you intoxicated but noting the rate you’re consuming each mug, it’s no surprise that you’re just a little tipsy.

Then, you see a certain ginger twin emerge from the entrance of the pub like some divine intervention. He seems to spot you from afar, waving in your direction. You lift your hand weakly in the midst of trying to figure out which of the twins you are particularly waving at. It’s Fred Weasley as it turns out, you recognize the certain strides with every step taken towards you that differs him from George. As he nears you, there’s an assurance that it’s certainly Fred with the sight of a mark on the bridge of his nose—an indicator and a technique to tell the twins apart you used when you were younger.

Fred halts by the empty seat diagonally to your left, hands shoved in the pockets.

“I have never seen you here at this hour—are you okay?” Fred cuts himself short, brows turning into a frown when he notices the unusual mess in your hair. If he knows you any better, well-kept and neat hair was all you cared about after the number of times you have furiously whined about the frizz in your hair during the summertime.

It isn’t summer now, well into the end of November. The days are colder and he remembers how your hair would especially shine in the gloom of Autumn.

“Not really.” is all you manage to say before taking the hundredth swig from your nearly empty butterbeer. You inspect the mug with furrowed brows and narrowed eyes. “I swear this was full the last time I looked...”

Before you know it, he’s snatching the mug away from you, dragging it across the table as he settles into the empty chair. He stares at you with a beckoning brow, expression mixed with disappointment, disapproval, and worry.

“Hey! That’s my butterbeer, Weasley!” you whine, trying to reach for it but Fred pushes it further, hand securing around it. Without hesitation, you smack him in the arm. “Stop being a complete arse, Fred. What are you even doing here and where’s George anyway?”

Fred winces in pretense pain, dramatically rubbing the side of his arm as he tries to suppress his laughter from your sudden burst of violence. “George is back at the shop going over numbers and as far as I’m concerned, I can be anywhere I want to be. You clearly had too much to drink.”

“But it's butterbeer!”

“That is exactly my point.”

You let out a huff, leaning into your seat and running your fingers through your hair. After a moment’s silence with Fred still staring you down in the effort of getting you to talk, you finally give in. He knows you too well for you to hide anything from him.

“Walter and I broke it off.”

Fred blinks, trying to hide his wide-eyed gaze. “For good?”

You finally turn to him, nodding slowly. “For good.”

“I’m sorry.” His voice is soft when in reality he’s trying to hide his relief in hearing that things between you and Walter have finally come to a resolution because falling in and out of a relationship was driving you mad. He cares for you and always has since the very beginning and a part of him wishes for those feelings of infatuation between two melancholic teenagers will emerge back from what he assumed was already dead.

He watches you lean your head back onto your palm, seemingly sinking deeper towards the table as you try to wrap your head around the situation to form proper words with your lips. “You know what’s the worst part of it all?” Fred shakes his head, eyes never breaking contact with your own. “I don’t even feel that sad about it. Like all those years were...nothing.” Your laugh comes out as a puff of air. It’s cynical rather than finding the humor in it. For the first time, he doesn’t laugh when you do.

Another beat of silence and Fred is contemplating whether his next words that beg to be freed from his mind are appropriate in a time like this. Although he knows how he tends to speak his mind without thinking of the consequences, he knows to tread lightly around you from the times when his words nearly tore your friendship apart.

Still, he knows to be honest with you.

Through the chatter of the crowd at the Leaky Cauldron whilst a few men by the other corner of the pub begin to break into singing a drinking song, Fred’s voice comes off as a whisper, barely audible. “You don’t love him, don’t you?”

Your gaze had initially drifted to the bunch of rowdy men, rendering verses about magical whisky and beer. Yet, they now return to hold a certain ginger’s gaze. You want to be offended by his question because of how it supposedly hurts the raw wound of feeling sorry for yourself. Your love life hasn’t been the best and your tendency to jump to your own defense about it is a clear note to everyone that it simply shouldn’t be questioned.

But it’s Fred. The one who has constantly looked out for you when other boys and men seem to take advantage of your hopeless romantic side. The one who would pull a prank on George just to see you smile. The one who ended up taking you to the Yule Ball as his date because Walter, at the time, rejected you like you were nothing. You should have known that it was never meant to be.

You know to be honest with Fred Weasley.

“I don’t think I ever did.”

He doesn’t say anything, wanting to listen as he waits for you to conceive the proper words to finally speak your mind. It is clear you want to let it out and let off of the burden that has trapped you under its knees, constantly looming over your shoulders and causing dread and fear of losing so much in such a short time. The band of merry men as the whole pub begins to join the group in singing about the joys of alcohol, life, and love in the tune of a traditional Scottish muggle song.

You wonder how can these people be so happy in a time of an impending war. Maybe, it's temporary, meant to drown the hurt and sorrows for tonight and when morning comes, they'll return to opening the stitches of their wounds. When morning comes, you will either wake up at this very table or in an empty bed. Either way, you’ll be alone.

Now, all you want to do is get all your worries and troubles off your chest, not wanting to feel so empty and suffocated. “Love,” you pause, inhaling deeply. ”Love is supposed to be good and pure and beautiful. Love was what I thought I had and right now, I don’t know what to make of it, Fred...I thought I was going to marry him someday.” You find yourself sighing once more, already feeling the lightness in your chest. Running your fingers along your cheek, you close your eyes to help yourself focus through your rapid thoughts and your dazed mind. “Everything is going wrong. I hate my job. I hate my bed. I’m drunk on butterbeer for Merlin’s sake. I feel so, so alone—”

“Ah, and that’s where you are wrong.”

Your eyes are open now, narrowed from adjusting to the sudden brightness of the candlelit place. They drift to Fred who seems very content. He then places his hand on yours and you realize you had been fiddling with your fingers for the last minute. His hand is warm on yours and the heat gradually travels to your chest, heartbeat now slightly picking up in speed. If you listen close enough, you would be able to hear it.

“You are never alone. Not when I’m around and you know I will always be around.”

His words tug at the side of your lips, now widening into a faint smile. It’s small but it’s the kind that reaches your eyes and raises your cheeks. “Thank you, Freddie.”

Then, you watch him abruptly come to a stand, chair screeching. He tugs on the lapels of his coat, adjusting it with the roll of his shoulders. He grabs the back of his chair, and leans forward, towards you. “George and I are visiting the Burrow for the weekend. I’m sure mum won’t mind you staying over.”

You blink, mouth slightly agape at his offer. “I don’t want to trouble anybody—”

“Don’t be silly. Mum loves you more than George and I combined. And she loves us a lot!”

You laugh and it’s genuine this time, knowing how Molly will be always whispering to you about what makes Fred a good husband in the kitchen when you’re washing up the plates and how she will never let you go to bed hungry.

The burrow is like your second home and right now, home is all you want and need.

“Alright, then.”

[jvsons]

JVSONS’ REQUESTS

Below i will be listing my do’s and dont’s about my requests, just so no mishaps occur. (hopefully)

PROMT IDEAS • (read below before requesting)

// Kisses

// Kisses (2)

// Hugs

// Touching

// Fluffy sentence starters

// Intimacy

BEFORE REQUESTING •

Please read my DNI criteria post before requesting, the last thing I need is someone of the unnerving type prompting me to write. Also, please DON’T send me request you’ve already sent to other accounts!

DO NOT REPEAT REQUESTS •

Please refrain from repeating requests if they are not answered. I usually have over 20 to write, so I am not ignoring you, just busy. I have seen it, and will get to it!

FEEL FREE TO •

Don’t hesitate to ask me any questions about my writing, and or just DC/random things in general! I’m always happy to talk about stuff like that. If you have a prompt, go right ahead and use it, and be as specific as you’d like.

FANDOMS/ CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

• DC | jason todd, dick grayson, bruce wayne, tim drake, slade wilson, jonothan crane/scarecrow, harvey dent

• RESIDENT EVIL | leon kennedy, carlos olivera, ethan winters (will most likely be posted on AO3)

• DETROIT BECOME HUMAN | connor, ralph, simon, gavin reed (will most likely be posted on AO3)

OTHER FANDOMS/ CHARACTERS I WOULD LOVE TO TALK ABOUT

• Marvel (Spider Man, possibly Daredevil)

• Stranger Things (Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Peter Ballard, Dmitri Antonov/Enzo)

• Overwatch (Cassidy Cole, Hanzo Shimada, Genji Shimada)

• Apex Legends (Crypto, Mirage, Revenant, Bloodhound, Ash)

(This list isn’t dead-set, so If I didn’t mention something/someone here and you were curious about if I wrote for it, send in an ask!)

WHAT I WILL NOT ACCEPT FOR REQUESTS •

Any subject involving racism, homophobia, xenophobia, pedophilia, stereotyping, you get the point. Absolutely no requests about anything in regards to shipping the batboys, it’s incest, don’t even bother bringing it up to me. I will also not abide to requests involving romantic pairings of people with any family ties, as that is a discomfort for me. As a random sidenote, I will NOT write about real people, and don’t exactly feel comfortable writing about pregnancy. Lastly, I only write x readers, but you can definitely talk to me about things that aren’t fanfic related!

REGARDING SMUT •

Although you can ask for LIGHTLY suggestive content, I will refuse to write smut. I will not write anything explicitly sexual, and will only make references to said themes if it is necessary. Sexual themed requests are okay with me as long as they’re not pure smut, and don’t focus entirely on the idea of sexual content. If you’re ever unsure about whether your request is okay, just ask! I’m always willing to work it out!

KINKS YOU SHOULD NOT MENTION TO ME •

Masochism, knife kinks/ anything that involves weapons, mommy/daddy kinks, degradation, ageplay, raceplay, BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, any kinks involving bodily fluids, impact kinks, con non-con or anything involving noncon, gagging/choking, weight/ appearance shaming, any rp.

[peakyswift]

900 followers celebration !!

First of all i just want to say thank you. This is so crazy and i’m so happy that all of you want to follow my little silly blog :’)

I decided to do a little celebration !! which hopefully won’t flop

i also quickly want to say thank you to my mutuals, i love you guys so much 💞💞💞

more info below the cut

Rules

- you can participate with anything from a written piece to a moodboard, whatever floats your boat :)

- you can choose any character you want, as long as they’re from peaky blinders

- if you choose to write something the paring is totally up to you! whether it be an x reader, an OC or even a pairing from the show

- if you want to participate please send me an ask with the character and promt you wish to use

- tag your work with #peakyswift900celebration

- deadline is 2/28

Promts

you don’t have to use the specific line in your story but think of it as inspiration

angst

- please don’t leave me alone again. 

- was it all just a lie ? 

- you have to trust me on this. @christinasyellowflowers

- i didn’t mean it like that

- promise me not to do anything stupid. @whiskeypowder

- we’ll see each other again soon.  @writercole

- i can’t lose you , too. 

- this is how you wanna end it ? 

- stop lying to me

- just leave me alone. 

- we’re too late …

- i’m sorry for not telling you sooner. 

- i couldn’t stop missing you, even if i tried. @noforkingclue

comfort

- whether you like it or not, i’m not giving up on you. 

- we’ll get through this together. 

- it’s okay. you can tell me. 

- i wish i had the right words, just know that i care. 

- whatever happened, i’ll be there for you. 

- you don’t have to pretend to be fine with me. @look-at-the-soul

- you’re not alone. you never were.

- you don’t have to go through this alone.  @celticmelody

- don’t worry, i’m staying right here.

fluff/sweet

- you got me flowers? @tatianapetrovna

- look at that. You're blushing.

- i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. @runnning-outof-time

- it’s better with you here.

- can you kiss it better? @retromafia

- don’t be a stranger, okay?

- you can hold my hand, if you want.

- what, am i not allowed to look at you?

- you’re the only thing that matters. @madame-wilsonn

- your heart is beating so fast right now. @magicalxdaydream

- you always see the good in people. even me.

[theoreticslut]

Hey, Hi, Hello! Uhm, so...2k?! 

I really don’t know what to say anymore, I never expected to reach a thousand of you, let alone two thousand, so I’m just mind-blown. I am thankful for every single one of you, whether you religiously follow my content or not, you’ve followed me from the beginning or are just joining me, or if you mindlessly followed me, but enjoy the content I put out so you just keep following. it doesn’t matter how or when you found me, I’m just glad you did! 

Therefore, as a little thank you celebration, I’m going to be hosting a small writing challenge with a bit of a twist! Instead of giving you a basic list of prompts for you to choose from, I’m going to post a prompt a day for you to write a piece with, & I’ll be following along with you!

☆ Info ☆

+ this will be a writing challenge, just formatted a bit differently than others.

+ you do not need to be following me to partake, but it would be greatly appreciated!

+ every day for a week, I will post 2 trope/au promts & 2 dialogue prompts that have been chosen at random. your job is to chose 1 trope/au & 1 dialogue to write a piece with.

➳ if you’d like to try to incorporate all the prompts, you are more than welcome to! all i’m requiring, however, is 1 of each.

+ once all of the prompts are posted, you will have three weeks to write the seven fics.

+ can be any genre for any of the following fandoms - harry potter, criminal minds, marvel, & stranger things (list of characters I typically read for included below!)

+ all fics - including the ones I write for it - will be put into a masterlist & tagged in my navigation along with the tag #theweasleyslut’s 2k writing challenge

☆ Rules ☆

+ choose at least 1 trope/au prompt & 1 dialogue prompt for each day

+ ideally, you will have 7 fics at the end of the challenge

+ all written pieces will be new using the prompts given

+ no combining prompts from different days!

+ can be any genre (fluff, smut, angst) - just include appropriate warnings!

+ minimum of 650 words please (if not, no worries - i just really like reading longer fics!)

+ tag me & use #theweasleyslut’s 2k writing challenge

+ deadline of july 11th 2021

☆ How to Partake ☆

+ send me an ask saying that you’d like to take part & include the blog name on which the fics will be posted!

➳ I will be accepting entry to the challenge from now until the last prompt is posted (sunday june 20th 2021)

➳ once I receive your ask, I will add your username to a taglist which I will tag on each of the prompt reveals, as well as on the masterlist

☆ Fandoms & Characters ☆

most read ones will be bolded - does not necessarily mean I prefer them, but more that it’s easier to find content for them

+ harry potter

➳ fred weasley, george weasley, bill weasley, charlie weasley, ron weasley, ginny weasley, harry potter, hermione granger, oliver wood, cedric diggory, draco malfoy, sirius black, remus lupin, james potter, lucius malfoy, narcissa malfoy, regulus black, blaise zabini, & tom riddle 

+ criminal minds

➳ spencer reid, aaron hotchner, derek morgan, emily prentiss, jj, penelope garcia, david rossi, jason gideon, & elle greenaway

+ marvel

➳ bucky barnes, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, peter parker, peter quill, scott lang, tony stark, clint barton, t’challa, wade wilson (deadpool), wanda maximoff, pietro maximoff, sam wilson, thor odinson, & loki laufeyson/odinson

+ stranger things

➳ steve harrington, nancy wheeler, jonathon byers, jim hopper, joyce byers, robin buckley, eleven, max 

[myficrecommendations]

FLUFF

Kisses in the Rain - You and Adam Sackler share a moment together after a date.

Intimacy - fluff, mild sexual content, small small amount of angst, like super light amount of smut, nothing too serious tho

Detangle with You (Black!reader) - hes trying to help her with her hair in the shower and is just,,, baffled by how long it takes

Bad Shave Day - Adam just seems to be having one of those days were everything is going wrong, especially shaving. So, you decide to help him out. 

Things That Go Bump - fun trip through a hauntes house

I Got You -  comforting scenario 

Blind Date -  Your Mom sets you up on a blind date with Adam Sackler, and neither of you have any idea what to expect.

------ headcanons, blurbs, promts and more ------

What if Sackler was dating a girl who doesn't like to yell when she argues? She'd rather have a discussion and find a solution, a compromise, rather than to yell because she'd never want to say something hurtful she didn't mean?

how would sackler react if the reader was helping him with sample and it turns out she loves babies?

smoochin’ styles

“I love you” during sex and some *light angst* but toward the end Sackler says something like “I say a lot of shit that I don’t mean, what I said then, is not a part of the shit I don’t mean”

how Adam Sackler would respond to a touch-starved reader

“Your hands are so soft and tiny.” + “Has anyone ever told you just how adorable you are? Because you really are.”

different kisses

new additions added 14 Nov:

Brooklyn, 3AM -  Fluff, angst, hurt/ comfort and soft Sackler

sleepy HC

SMUT/NSFW

Rough Sex - rough smut with dirty talk and clit biting

Like a lollipop - Explicit language, oral sex (male receiving), hand job, some kind of other jobs. Slight degrading, name-calling

Enjoy the Ride - thigh riding + cockwarming

Adam Sackler’s Mutual Masturbation Scene— Rewritten!

Sackler and his virgin gf making out

Use Your Words - PWP; dirty talk; public masturbation; male masturbation

Do It Yourself - extremely innocent reader. guided masturbation. mutual masturbation.

Unspoken Rule - 3rd date, dry humping

Are You Into That? - period sex, blood, oral (reader recieving), PIV sex, protected sex, a ‘calmer than usual’ Sackler

Golden - NSFW, Swearing, Body Modifications

Stardust -  implied age gap. hella sexual tension. some dirty dancing & making out with a complete stranger. dirty talk. penetrative sex. rough sex. 

Laundry Day - Sackler and sub!reader being roommates and he’s snooping around and finds her panties, he pockets them for later. and when he jerks off with them reader catches him 

The most important meal of the day -  Oral (m receiving/f giving), Sackler films you for the wank bank

Breakfast At Adam’s -  Fingering, Oral (F receiving/M giving), Nipple Play, Dirty Talk, Sackler is demanding

Good Fuckin’ Morning -  Cum, PIV sex, the filthiest of mouths. A bit of sweat. Sackler is demanding. Female reader

“Truth or Dare?” “Dare” -  threesome F/F/M, explicit F/F action, dirty talk, fingering, sex, oral - Part 2

------ headcanons, blurbs, promts and more ------

What is like sucking Sackler off?

Sackler in public shenanigans & “What i really want is for you to pin me against this wall and fuck me senseless”

“Hey Sackler” “Yeah babe?” “You’re really fucking hot, like REALLY fucking hot” 

------

virgin/inexperienced/shy/innocence!reader:

him teaching his virgin!gf how to blow him 

Being his shy little virgin and looking up at him with the biggest dove eyes and asking him to be nice with you 🥺 just a lil whispery “please be gentle” 

More innocence kink prompt to Sackler and Reader???

“It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want when i’m between your legs.” 

Virgin!Reader exploring Sackler

MULTI CHAPTER/SERIES

The Bad Date Gone Good

Part 1.  (It’s just Sackler porn, y’all.)

Part 2. ( NSFW, fingering, PIV sex, hand jobs, gratuitous bad phone etiquette)

The thrilling adventures of a PA (WIP)

Chapter 1- A new job for a new life

Chapter 2- The wardrobe malfunction

Chapter 3-One step forward, two steps back

Chapter 4 - A funny thing happened on the way to Ray’s stand up

Chapter 5 - One man’s loss is another one’s gain.

The Adventures of a Single Father (complete)

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[milleniumhan]

Leave, just like everyone does. Part Two. (Steve Harrington X Reader)

Note: Hey guys! I know I said I wouldn’t upload until next week, but turns out I’m a little shit and managed to finish the draft today! I think I might go blind though.This is the second part of the “Leave” mini-series. You can read the first part here! I really hope you like it because I worked hard on it for a long time!

I’m tagging these beautiful people because they asked me to. <3 @ambeazyyy​ @kaliforniacoastalteens @catnissprior-blog . I’m also currently working on a tag list, so if you would like to be included please let me know! Feel free to message me or leave me a comment. Thanks again! <3

Summary: You return to your hometown only to realize the person you once loved the most now hates you. Should you keep presuing him? Should you tell him how you feel? Or just move on? Billy doesn’t seem so bad after all, you know? In this chapter all of these questions are answered...or well, most of them.

Warnings: Language and angst!

“Fuck.” Those were the first words that came to your mind when you entered the party with Billy. It was Steve’s house. Great. Of course it was. “You didn’t tell me it was Steve’s party” you shouted at Billy throught the music as he handed you a drink “Yeah, is that a problem?” Billy teased. “No, not at all, it’s fine” you replied before downing all the booze in your cup. “You might wanna slow down there sweetcheeks, we wouldn’t want you doing anything stupid, eh?” Billy mocked you with a wink. You were surprised he even cared, to be honest. “I’m fine, don’t worry about it.” 

The night continued to progress and thought you saw Steve looking at you, but decided to brush it off, thinking you were just imagining things like always. Billy got even more drunk as the party went on and you started to realize that maybe he wasn’t such a great guy after all, but the again, not many people are pleasant when they’re drunk. Parties were just not your thing, you kept reassuring yourself. The night continued to get increasingly tedious and you thought about going home, but it was dark and you were really far, so instead you decided it was best to go outside and get some air. As you were sitting down on the stairs of the front porch you could hear someone strugguling with the door. You heard a loud bang behind you before turning around quickly, only to be greeted with a very, veeery drunk Steve on the ground. You rushed over to help him up but when he felt your hand over his arm, he quickly flinched back. “Don’t touch me, I’m fine” he hissed. You could feel a sting in your chest and air trapped in your throat. “Steve, you’re hurt” you continued softly, signaling to his now busted lip. “Yeah, no shit” he replied with a harsh tone as he struggled to get up from the ground. He hated you even when he was drunk, but...why? Not knowing what you had done for him to feel this way about you is what hurt the most, you were always nice to him, barley even had a fight when you were together. You could feel the tears forming in your eyes at the thought of never being able to talk to him again, to touch him, to just hold him one last time. You took a deep breath and walked towards the door to go and look for Billy so he could just take you home. Steve scoffed when you started walking. “Yeah, whatever, just leave, leave like you always do, like everyone always does” his words were slurred but you could still hear the resentment in them. You looked back at him confused and gave him a questioning look. After a moment of silence and him staring at you like you were stupid you finally said “What are you talking about? You’re the one who has been avoiding me this whole time whilst simultaneously being a complete ass. I tried, Steve.” “Well, what? What did you expect? You think that you could just come back and talk to me like nothing happened? like you didn’t leave?... like you didn’t leave me? like you didn’t completely shatter me? broke me in a million pieces, just like that.” The volume in his voice was getting louder, you could feel the anger quickly rising in him as he continued “Did you really think I’d just be here waiting for you like some sort of-of, dog?” his hand gestures following his every word. “You know what hurts the most? You never wrote me a single thing, not even a damn postcard. NOTHING. It’s like you completely forgot about me, like I didn’t even exist. And then what? you just show up at MY party with hIM? with fucking Billy Hargrove? You’ve seriously gotta be fucking kidding me.” you could see the deep distraught and anger in his face, even behind his drunken eyes.”You know that’s not what happened...I-” you managed to finally find your voice. “Bullshit.” Steve interrupted. “You left me! you fucking abandoned me!” “I had no choice!” you shouted back with frustration, tears threatening to come out. “You think I wanted to leave you? You were the love of my life! The only one I ever thought about! I preferred this shit hole over any other place as long as I was here with you” you could feel the exasperation building up inside you even more with each word that came out of your mouth. “I did write, Steve. I wrote to you for months, not a single day missed.” “What? No you didn’t” Steve said, trying to hide his shock. “I never sent them because I was scared of rejection” you continued “I didn’t know if you wanted to know about me anyomore, if you even still cared about me, you never wrote to me either, you know? But still, I kept writing. You think it was easy for me? everything reminded me of you, EVERYTHING. Every fucking song, every fucking view, movie, book, you name it!” Steve stared at you, completely staggered, the tears that now covered his face glistening against the moonlight. “What?” was all that could come out of his mouth. “You wrote to me?” “Yeah, I still have all the letters, I kept all of them, Steve” you lowered your voice to a whisper again as you searched the floor with your eyes. “When I finally gathered the courage to send them to you they told me you had moved on, found someone new, someone who was better. Someone who was there, there for you when I couldn’t be. I was too late.” you fiddled with your fingers as you looked at him, waiting for some sort of response. “Nancy...” he softly whispered “yeah, she left me too. I guess I wasn’t good enough for her either.” he shook his head as he looked down and kicked the ground below him. Your anger had faded, all you could feel now was sadness and a little bit of pity. Steve was such a nice guy, such a great guy, and he was the only one who couldn’t see it. “I-I can’t do this anymore, Steve. I can’t keep letting you make me feel guilty for something that wasn’t my fault or my choice, something that was out of my hands. What did you want me to do, Steve? What was I supposed to do?” You were met with silence, Steve still looking down at his feet.  You finally gave up. “I didn’t want this” you mumbled under your breath as you turned around to head for the door. As you stepped forward you bumped into someone’s chest. You looked up to see Billy, staring right at Steve, giving him a glare that could cut through glass. “We got a problem, Harrington?” “Billy, everything’s oka-” you started but Steve interrupted you. “Fuck off, Hargrove.” “What did you just say?” Billy’s voice got deeper with anger. “Yeah, why are you even here anyway? I don’t remember inviting you to my party.”  Billy took a menacing step forward, his muscles completely flexed, fists closed so tightly you could see his knuckles going white. “Shit” you thought, there was no way Steve would survive a beating by Billy. “Billy, let’s just go, please” you finally intervened as you placed your hand over his arm, praying to all the gods that he would listen to you. He clenched his jaw and glanced down at you before continuing to walk towards the stairs, but not without spitting down at Steve’s feet and pushing him out of the way with his shoulder. Once he reached the stairs he fixed his leather jacket and extended his hand out for you, “Come on, I´ll take you home baby”, the pet name making Steve roll his eyes. You nodded and took a step forward, but stopped once more before leaving to look at Steve. He looked down at his hands and shook his head before looking back at you and silently saying: “I just wanted you to love me the way I loved you.” “I did.” you replied softly before taking Billy’s hand. “I really did.”

Heya! Thank you for scrolling all the way down here! <3 Hope you didn’t feel like you wasted your time hehe. The parts that follow will be posted soon! 

[scentedsongrebel]

MASTERLIST

❤- Fluff

💣- Angst

🌹- Complete

🙈- WIP

Marvel

Steve Rogers × Reader:

ONE SHOTS:

Mission: Get Cap the girl  💓🌹

(Chapters : 1/1)  (Complete)

They may be master assassins, ex-soldiers, super heroes and spies but               matchmakers they were not.

Midnight Missing 💓🌹

(Chapters: 1/1) (Complete)

When you start leaving the room around midnight only to come back in the mornings Steve starts to become suspicious and who better to help him than the worst spies in history.

What happens in Vegas 💣💓🌹

(Chapters 1/1) (Complete)

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas right? Wrong. And someone really should have told you that. 

Written for:   #Kaytees1000FollowerChallenge.

Promts: 

“Kiss me again but like you mean it this time” 

“Never trust a man whose smile steals the breath right out of your lungs”

SERIES:

Mystery Masterlist 💣💓🙈

(Chapters: 2/?) (Work in Progress)

Mystery- Something that is difficult or impossible to explain or understand.

She was a mystery. A vigilante with an unknown purpose they said. A criminal others called her. Now it is upto the Avengers to chase a lead that leaves no traces of its existence behind.

He is a man out of his time. A stranger in a sea of acquaintances trying to find a familiar face. Enter a sweet snarky nurse and Steve finds himself a home. But that is all isn’t it? 

A series of one shots detailing a peculiar love story.

Broken Pieces 💓🌹

(Chapters: 3/3) (Complete)

After fighting in the war against Nazis, defeating off alien invasions, defending the world from Hydra’s evil plans and countless other things. Steve will still not be shocked if his children are the ones that get him killed.

In which a broken piece of furniture forces Steve to embark on a secret mission.

Desi Girl

Steve Rogers × Desi! Reader. ❤️

Series of one shots.

Bucky Barnes x Reader:

Waiting for Light 💣💣💓🙈

(Chapters: 1/3) (Work in Progress)

After a mission gone wrong, Bucky finds himself living in his worst nightmare.

Written for:  Dani’s Awesome Writing Challenge Mix Vol. 1, #danisawesomewcmix.

Prompt:  “I’m gonna die surrounded by the biggest idiots in the galaxy”.

Decisions 💣💣❤🌹

(Chapters 2/2) (Complete)

Modern AU

"Don't you understand?" He screams, running his hands through his hair in anger "I love you, I freaking love only you"

A single tear falls down your eye as you shake your head

"Sometimes you need to make sacrifices for your love"

"What you are asking of me makes me sacrifice my love"

A sudden unexpected loss compels you make a decision that stands to ruin everything to built with Bucky.

Written for:  #challenge500ann

Prompt:  “What is wrong with you two? That’s not friendship”.

 CHASE MASTERLIST (Series) 💣💓🙈

(Chapters: 2/?) (Hiatus)

“Mr. ‘B’ world renounced thief, they call him an artist you see.” He laughs, one devoid of humor and pushes his hair off his forehead as he brings his hand in front of his face, all his fingers touch his thumb to make the ‘fox’ shape from them.

“The beauty with which he crafts his muse. Every robbery a new piece of art. Every stroke careful and planned. Every scheme drawn with precision. He takes pride in his master pieces”.He shakes his head, his lips setting in a firm line.

“For me, well he is just a pity thief. And who better to know a thief than one herself”

Written for:  #2kBollywood writing challenge

Prompt: Dhoom 2 (Bollywood Movie)

Harry Potter

Marauders Era:

- Same old drama _💓🌹

(Chapters:1/1) (Complete)

Just a one-shot where Marlene Mckinnon is greeted with a peculiar scene when she visits the common room. 

-A Normal Day 💓🌹

(Chapters:1/1) (Complete)

“Oh! God, Potter I have been declining your requests on going out with you ever since I can remember and now suddenly you think I wrote you a love letter?” Just an ordinary day in the life of one Remus John Lupin.

Remus Lupin × Nymphadora Tonks:

- Confessions 💓💣💣🌹

(Chapters: 1/1) (Complete)

Just a one-shot about the first time Tonks confessed her feelings to Remus. Inspired purely by the segment Remus Lupin on Pottermore.

[rxreid]

Cheater 《 Part. 2

This gif has absolutely nothing to do with the fic I just wanted to use it.

[A/N] ~ So, people actually enjoyed part 1?? And @asonofpeter requested part two so here yah go :) also, I am a tumblr noob so I don't know how to link part one... its under #tom holland on my blog though :)

Warnings ~ Swearing

It had been three months since you and Tom had last exchanged words. Three long months since you walked right out of his life. People asked you how you were doing, to which you always gave the response of 'I'm fine' or 'I've moved on,' both blatant lies. You never truly realised how much your life revolved around Tom. Even when he was gone, he was there to comfort you after a particularly rough day or order pizza when you were sick. He tackled all of your problems with you as if they were his own. But now? Now you had to face the world alone.

Your best friend let you move in with her after the break up, she provided you with company but nothing compared to Tom. You knew you shouldn't still have feelings for him, he'd ripped out your heart and stomped on it. But you did. Every waking hour of your day was spent thinking about Tom, and when it wasn’t, it was because you had finally been able to sleep after hours of crying.

Tom was doing worse than ever before. He'd cancled his trip back to America to allow himself to wallow in self pity. How on Earth could he let himself do that to the most important being in his life? The thing that completed his heart? You were his final puzzle piece and you were gone.

He, too, got the questions asking how he was and he answered with the same responses as you. Harrison knew everything he said was a lie. Tom had asked him to stay in the spare bedroom at your apartment until he felt like putting himself out there again. Harrison was company, but not company like you.

~~~~

Monday morning rolled around quicker than you expected. You groaned as your alarm rang through your ears, seeming louder than it was. You had the morning off work so you'd decided to be productive and go outside for coffee instead of being cooped up in the apartment. Getting out of bed, you showered before throwing on an old sweater and a pair of leggings. After getting ready, you finally made your way out of the apartment and headed for the nearest cafe. Slipping in your earphones, you blasted the playlist you and Tom had made together.

The cafe was in sight and you lowered your head to attend to a notification on your phone. Out of nowhere, a body bumbed into yours, knocking you both to the ground along with the strangers coffee. You whipped out your earphones.

"Fuck, I-I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going. I'll buy you-" you started, but the stranger cut you off.

"Y/N?" He whispered. Your eyes locked with his and the realisation hit you.

"Tom...hey." you mumbled. He stood up, reaching his hand out for you to take. You didn't, though. You ignored it. Tom couldn't deny the slight tug at his heart. He cleared his throat, not knowing how to drift the conversation from its awkward stage.

"How have you been?" Great job at trying to keep away from awkward. Now you were going to ask him the same question and he couldn't lie. Not to you.

"I'm, uh, I'm doing good, thanks." Lies. "What about you?" You questioned, genuenly intrigued for his answer.

"Terrible. Y/N, I messed up, I fucking messed up. I miss you. You complete me, I'm a wreck without you." Tom rambled, your eyes widened in shock as his glossed over.

"Tom...not here. I'm staying at my best friends apartment, its a five minute walk. If you want to walk there we can continue this...." you trailed off. He nodded his head repeatedly as you motioned for him to follow you.

When you finally arrived at the apartment, you took Tom to the guest bedroom you'd made home. You sat down at the end of the bed and the brown eyed boy stood awkwardly in the doorway.

"You can sit down." You smiled sweetly at him. God he missed that smile.

"You're wearing my sweater." He whispered. You shook your head, you were sure it was your own. He lightly folded the end, revealing the tag that had his initials written in a black.

"Oh. I-I didn't realise." Tom chuckled at your response.

"Me too." You mumbled. Tom gave you a questioning look, promting you to continue. "I miss you too. A lot."

Tom let out an audible sigh, "oh thank god."

"But you still hurt me, Tom. You really hurt me. I-I never thought you'd hurt me..." you let a tear slip from your eye.

"I never meant to hurt you. Please, Y/N, it's been three months and I've never felt so incomplete. Come home." He pleaded, brown eyes looking lovingly into yours. You didn't want to give in so easily but you could tell he wasn't lying. He meant it.

"Okay." You whispered, Tom let out a small chuckle before embracing you in his arms. Those damn arms. The only things you'd wanted that night.

"Can we not go too fast? I'll come home but could we...wait on the ring?" Tom hooked his finger under your chin so you were facing him as he pressed a light kiss to your lips.

"Of course, theres no rush. I'm just happy to have you back in my arms. I'm sorry I hurt you, Y/N. I'm so in love with you." You felt one of his tears hit your cheek and you smiled.

"I'm so in love with you, too."

[dhufflebee]

binary sunset (a mileven fanfiction)

One-shot Fandom: Stranger Things Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: El Hopper x Mike Wheeler Characters: Mike Wheeler, El Hopper Additional Tags:  Fluff; Mike is an awkward angsty boy; El is an emotional ball of cuteness; Characters Watching Star Wars; rated T for some swearing; set between seasons 2 and 3

read on:  AO3  |  ff.net Summary: Mike shows the first Star Wars movie to El, and she is so enraptured by the binary sunset scene that Mike kinda forgets about the movie and just stares at her. A lot of thoughts and tears and softness are involved, too.

(Based on a tumblr promt I sent to someone... before resolving to write the fic myself. Who knew this couple of awkward teens would be the thing that brought me back to writing fanfiction - hopefully I did them justice.)

Mike didn’t think El’s eyes could get brighter than they already were.

He had been planning the day for a while, and he had been more and more nervous as it approached. What if she laughed at him? Rolled her eyes at him? What if she didn’t like one of his favorite movies ever? Mike knew such a train of thought was stupid, that El would never be mean to him and mock his passions, but deep down he was afraid the tiniest thing might drive her away.

She had been back for so little time that, every so often, Mike still found himself catching his breath when she appeared in his line of sight while he was distracted. He had felt so desolate and angry while El was gone, reaching out into the void every single day hoping to catch a glimpse of her spirit, hoping to find support in those hardest months, that when she had finally reappeared and he had looked at her and smiled at her and hugged her, he had felt like something (no, everything) was cracking and being put back together at the same time. And the rebuilding part wasn’t over yet: every time El laughed, or scrunched her nose, or tucked her hair behind her ear, Mike could feel a spark, like a little part of his soul was going back into the right spot inside of him.

But at the same time, the previous year had left a scar on his heart (on both of their hearts), and he feared that the slightest incomprehension, the smallest silly thing could open the wound back again, throwing him into that dark hollow place where he had suffered so much.

At that moment, though, Mike’s head was in a whirlwind, all these thoughts progressively silenced by one distinct feeling: how on heart can El be so beautiful? And how are her eyes so much brighter than ever? He caught himself staring at her sitting beside him, her knees up to her chest and her feet bare on the couch. He tried to avert his eyes, and he managed to for maybe ten seconds, during which he dazedly looked at the tv screen. The way El’s hands were resting on her ankles and the way she had draped the cotton blanket on her shoulders as if it was a cloak, though, kept drawing Mike’s attention away from the movie. Not that he cared much about Star Wars, that afternoon.

No, scratch that: Mike cared. Not really about the movie per se, but about what El would think of it. He longed to share his passions with her, to introduce her to all the things he loved (and hopefully to be introduced to what she loved, as well), and he had decided Star Wars was maybe the best place to start. The story was compelling, the characters well-rounded, and the sceneries? He could gush for hours about those three movies, and he really hoped El would be willing to listen to him after that day.

The only problem was, Mike couldn’t remember a damn thing about Star Wars. Not while he was looking at El’s hair, at the way her curls were kind of disappearing now that she was letting her hair grow, but were still visible in the loose strands that would fall around her face. And neither while he was musing on the adorableness of her nose, perfectly shaped at the center of her profile, just above those cute pink lips of hers, whose smile and shape and warmth he had missed so much and was looking forward to never miss again.

Maybe he would need to ask El for a refresh about Star Wars, all things considered. For all of Mike’s staring, she had never looked away from the screen, so focused on what was going on that she was barely breathing. Most of all, Mike was in awe of the brightness of her eyes – and it wasn’t merely a reflection of the screen, but a light that he knew was coming from inside her, a fire they were trying to rekindle together and that was slowly getting stronger with each passing day. Maybe his eyes were that bright too, when he watched Star Wars… or maybe they were at that moment, while he was contemplating El. Had the circumstances been different (hadn’t he felt so damn awkward), he would have asked El about his own eyes (jesus), but he really didn’t want to disturb her (sure Mike, that’s the reason).

The minutes were passing by, and Mike’s brain was subconsciously registering the scenes of the movie as they were unwinding. He half-heard a dialogue about a farm, a harvest, and an academy, and he knew exactly which moment was approaching. Those few notes were enough to give him goosebumps, even though this time he suspected his emotional response to the Force Theme might be enhanced by watching El being enraptured by it. There it was, a binary sunset he could recognize without the need to see it, the music swelling, and— (holy shit, are those tears? why is El crying? shit shit shit shit shit shit shit)

Mike froze on the couch. Damn, those weren’t the kind of tears he sometimes saw mom or Nancy shed in front of the tv – El was bawling. She was shaking, water falling down her cheeks and dropping from her chin, her bright eyes getting redder and redder.

“El? W-what’s happening?” Mike’s voice was as shaky as El’s shoulder, and in the back of his mind he hated that he wasn’t able to project calmness and safety for her sake, even more so in such a mundane moment.

“Oh, Mike”, El answered in a tiny voice, with her face half-buried between her knees and tears still dampening her cheeks. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to cry like this, but I really can’t help it!”

(Ah shit damn it, I’m so stupid, I should have never made her watch Star Wars without checking beforehand somehow, and now I made her relieve god knows which awful moment and she hates it and she hates me and—)

“It’s just… It’s so beautiful!” El almost yelled that last word, but her voice cracked, and a new bout of tears pooled under her eyes.

“What?” Mike was taken aback, unable to properly process El’s words while his own internal monologue was still berating him. “What?” He must have been looking silly, eyes wide open and expression dumbfounded, because El smiled a little and reached for Mike’s hand, grasping it with her own and gently tugging his arm.

Mike shook his head and looked at El’s face: her eyes weren’t actually sad nor angry nor distraught… if possible, they were shining ever more than before. He could feel himself frowning for a second, but then something clicked. “Were those happy tears? Like, that many?” He asked her, eager for an affirmative answer, hoping he hadn’t fucked up completely.

Instead of answering directly, though, El laughed, and Mike inhaled sharply, before realizing that she wasn’t laughing at him, but that it was a genuinely joyous sound. Maybe he hadn’t ruined it all, maybe he’d been stupid for doubting himself so much – and El, too.

Her fingers still entangled with his, El scooted closer to Mike on the couch, reaching with her other hand towards his forehead to smooth the lines between his brows. “Mike, hey. Those were emotional tears, but from a good emotion… I’m not really sure how to explain it but, I don’t know, that sunset, and Luke looked so lost, and that music! It really spoke to me, I loved it, but it seems like the only way I could express it was by crying?” El was fumbling with the hem of the blanket and she wasn’t looking at Mike anymore, a shade of uncertainty in her expression.

While El tried her best to explain her tears, Mike felt something warm and soft grow in his chest, something similar what he had felt the very first time he had managed to make her laugh. He smiled fondly looking at her small hands and at the spots on her jeans still wet with tears, and reached tentatively with his hand to brush El’s cheek. As soon as she felt the light touch of his fingers, she turned her head towards him and smiled, gently pressing her face on his hand. Mike loved it when El did that, feeling (hoping) she was so eager for contact as he was while his own hand cupped her cheek, her hair all over her temple and his fingers.

“Thank you for showing me that, Mike. I’m happy I saw that scene with you.”

Mike thought about telling her that he hadn’t been actually watching the movie, but he figured it would sound silly, given how much he had insisted on them seeing it together. Instead, he leaned on the backrest of the couch a bit more, positioning himself so that El could rest comfortably on him. Mike would have gladly spent the rest of the afternoon, or of the week, or of his life (woah there, okay) in that exact position, with El’s head on his shoulder and him absentmindedly playing with her hair. “Thank you for being here with me”, Mike answered, and he felt El smile against his polo shirt.

A few minutes passed, aliens and spaceships and lasers still filling the screens, but Mike wasn’t paying attention, being focused more on El than on anything else, on how good it felt to be able to hug her and touch her and talk to her. On how at home he felt with her beside him.

“Mike?” El asked suddenly, her voice a bit muffled. “Do you think we can go back with the movie a bit? We missed some scenes and I’m not sure I’m understanding everything… And I really want to watch this properly because it’s your favorite movie and I want to know every part of you and I want to love this as much as you do.” El propped herself on her arm and turned towards Mike, blushing a bit and looking him in the eyes.

Mike smiled so fondly he felt he might start to cry, the warm bubble in his chest growing even more. “Of course,” he said, before kissing her softly on the forehead (oh, this is a first, it feels nice… why have I never done this before?). He grabbed the remote and rewind the movie until just before the binary sunset scene, so that they could watch it – again, properly – together. Hopefully El wouldn’t cry again, or maybe she would and he would as well, and honestly it wouldn’t even matter, because that scene had just become his favorite one in Star Wars, and maybe some wonderful music would be the perfect cover for the tears of joy and hope and dedicated affection he felt the need to shed.