#Delphi Harrington

[delphispoeticals]

THE SUMMER OF ‘89 MASTERLIST

dancer!steve harrington x fem!reader

blurb: you decided to go off on a whim and spend the summer with your cousins at some bougie resort in the hamptons called Herring & Co. known for their phenomenal smoked red herring dish and their beautiful new york coastal sights. thinking that you were going to be surrounded by a bunch pretentious assholes, you kept your excitement to your yourself. but, on this expense-free-trip your expectations are exceeded rather than met with the undercover raunchy nightlife and the people you meet along this month-long trip. but that’s not all… when the partner of the resorts hunkiest dance instructor makes a dramatic fall, your trip begins to get a whole lot more interesting.

warning: +18 minors dni — vulgar language, dirty dancing relations, bumping n grinding, sexual tension, eventual smut, steve being patrick swayze level sexy, slight classism, tommy h, lumax, and erica sinclair’s mouth.

note: i watched dirty dancing and my mind went to immediate WORK. it’s not going to be exactly like dirty dancing but it’s heavily inspired. HEAVILY!

now playing… Johnny’s Mambo

COMING SOON!

001. Bodies, Bodies, Bodies (Bumpin’ and Grindin’)

002. —

003. —

(and more)

[pubbydreams]

[vital knowledge /j] for the i'm permanent (now i won't go) stans in the crowd tonight

steve (left) is a gemini ☼, aries ☾, cancer ↑ eddie (right) is libra ☼, virgo ☾, gemini ↑

[thetargaryenbride]

𝑩𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝑶𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 - [1]

Summary:  𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫...

Warnings: none

Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!Byers!Reader

Word Count: 5040

A.N: 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘯𝘨𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘙𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘢. 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘚𝘛 𝘹 𝘏𝘎 𝘈𝘜 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘕𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺/𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦.𝑰 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌~ 💚🐸 𝑨𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑶𝑶𝑪 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚. Thank you for reading. Hope you like it! 💚🌿

Masterlist || Chapter 2 

Your hands stung as you adjusted your hold on the ax yet again before striking the nth piece of wood for the day and watched as it split in two and rolled into your feet. You bent down to pick up the pieces and threw them in the huge pile next to you.

It was around that time in District Seven when you all had to prepare and chop trees for the winter and send pile after pile to the other Districts. As if creating furniture and providing other commodities wasn't enough, you had to make sure the others stayed warm during the cold months, and because it was such a long, tedious process you had to start in the middle of the summer so you could finish by mid-autumn. Thankfully, they had their own woods and they weren't expecting supplies solely from your District which was good because otherwise, this would have surely been the end of your forests. It was still a pain in the ass that you had to deal with this on top of everything else.

Someone hissed on your left and you quickly turned to look at them, noticing no other than your own brother dropping a piece of wood and grabbing his hand.

"Did you get a splinter in again?" you asked and he nodded as he tried to pull it out. "Will, how many times have I told you to not come chopping wood? You're still little," you sighed as you neared the boy and crouched in front of him, taking his smaller hand in yours and plucking out the irritable tiny menace that used to bugger you all the time back when you first began actively learning to work with wood and axes.

"But I wanna help," he pouted and you chuckled, ruffling his hair.

"You're doing more than enough already, little fawn."

"C’mon, you two. No slacking. Finish your piles and let's go home," called out Jonathan from somewhere across and you rolled your eyes.

"Aye, aye, captain!"

Soon after, you were all done and washing your hands under the cool water flowing from the stream nearby. And before long, you were happily heading for the comforts of your home alongside the rest of the workers, ignoring the couple of Peacekeepers who were escorting you. Thankfully, the Peacekeepers in your District were not violent and your people even communicated with some of them, like Officer Phil Callahan and Officer Calvin Powell who were very sweet and even dorky.

It was that time of the day, right at the vanishing of twilight, when it was getting darker but there was still a bit of light peeking from the horizon, and the whole sky was painted in shades of blue and purple, mixing together perfectly – something your district loved to call the hour of Delphi, named after the flower Delphinium for its exact shades of blues and purples.

The coos of Mourning Doves echoed all around you, carried by the wind that ruffled the trees’ leaves and sprinkled them throughout the air. Jonathan caught one and placed it on his fist, slamming his palm against it. The clapping noise drew your attention to him and when he removed his palm to show off the hole he had created in the leaf, you and Will rolled your eyes but laughed nonetheless.

“Look,” you whispered excitedly as you squeezed Will’s shoulder and leaned a bit, pointing towards the woods. “Forest stars.”

“Those are called fireflies,” he giggled.

“But it’s much more magical to call them forest stars! It almost feels like we’re living in an enchanted forest!”

“One can dream.”

Sometimes you did feel like you were living in an enchanting forest. Sure, you had tons of work to do and your District wasn’t exactly the richest as compared to One, Two, and Four, but you weren’t poor either. You were in the “golden middle” as some would say, and most of the people were somewhat satisfied with their way of life. It really did help that you were surrounded by nature. Ever since you were a child you’ve felt like your District was the luckiest for being surrounded by so much greenery, gorgeous sceneries, beautiful flowers, useful plants, and majestic animals. If one could forget about the Capitol, the tedious labor, and the looming games of death, it almost did seem like living in an enchanted forest.

“At last,” exhaled Jonathan once your house came into view. “I can’t wait to wash all this filth off,” he groaned.

You crossed the wooden bridge over the river and walked down the little pathway that led to your cottage’s entrance. You took your dirty shoes off and left them on the porch before entering.

“We’re home!”

“Welcome home!” greeted your mother as she rushed to hug each one of you, making you arch an eyebrow at the sight of her stained apron.

“What are you making for dinner?”

“Bread and jam, and,” she drawled, “jam and bread!”

“The smell says otherwise,” commented Jonathan.

“Okay, so it’s stew.”

“Yes! My favorite!” exclaimed Will and you chuckled.

“Bathroom is all mine,” you told Jonathan and you could see his eyes widen and fill with challenge. Before anyone could say anything, the two of you bolted for the room, almost tripping and bumping into each other. In the end, you won and slammed the door in your brother’s face, making him groan after you let out a triumphant ‘Whoop’.

After dinner, you retreated to the small balcony on the second floor. Sitting on the railing and swinging your legs back and forth, you enjoyed the warm summer breeze, the quiet sound of the flowing river, and the sight of the big willow tree in front of your house with multiple fireflies floating around.

“You’ve been distracted today,” came Jonathan’s voice from behind and you gave him a look over your shoulder.

“You know how I get around that time of the year,” you murmured and he sighed, coming to sit by your side.

“Yeah, I know…The Reaping is tomorrow.”

“We’ll have to dress all nice and pristine with flowers and pretty hairstyles and all that bullshit just to parade ourselves in front of all these cameras. And then they’re gonna pick two of us. Pigs for slaughter,” you huffed.

It was indeed quite so peculiar how one of the few times you could get to feel pretty, neat, and polished, was when you had to play the role of a sacrificial lamb, solely and purely for the entertainment of rich, pompous, pampered, brainwashed tomfools.

“You’re not saying that kind of stuff in front of other people…right?” your brother asked a bit worriedly and you shut your eyes in exasperation.

“Of course not Jonathan. Do you think me stupid? That I’ll just go out there and start saying all that? Risk being accused of a traitor or a rebel and be taken by the Peacekeepers and most importantly put you all in danger?” you asked incredulously and he lifted his hands in surrender.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that. I just…can’t help but worry sometimes.”

“I know…I know…”

“Look, you don’t have to worry about tomorrow, ok? Everything is going to be fine.”

“Easy for you to say. Last year was your last as a potential Tribute. But me and Will-”

“Hey,” he interrupted you and made you look at him. “Everything is going to be fine,” he accentuated each word as he tried to seep as much reassurance into you as possible and you sighed, grabbing his hand to seek more comfort which he gladly gave while scooching closer to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

You leaned on him and the two of you fell into silence, watching the trickling water and thinking about the way time moved just like it.

You did not want the morrow to come but it was unavoidable and you had to make your peace with it.

You were silent as you helped Will prepare, handing him a white shirt and black pants to put on, while your mother and Jonathan were busy making breakfast – already having dressed.

“It’s my first year,” whispered the boy suddenly and you tried to give him an encouraging smile.

“It is. But that’s good. It means your name is in there only once. What are the odds? One to hundreds?”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right…”

“C’mon…put these on so we can have breakfast and go,” you ruffled his hair before leaving his room to give him privacy and heading for your own to pick an outfit for yourself.

You closed the door and leaned on it, letting out a shaky breath as you allowed yourself a moment of silence and stillness, closing your eyes. You had to remind yourself that you had to be strong for your family and keep being the support they needed – especially Will, especially right now.

You released a sharp puff of air as you gathered yourself and marched further into the room. As you opened the wardrobe, you ran through every piece of garment you owned, stopping at an ivory dress with a couple of layers. You threw it on, sliding the puff sleeves up your arms and adjusting the fabric. Then you took a corset and tied it nicely at the front. It had beautiful floral embroideries on it that your mother had sewn. You’ve always said she could rival the seamstresses from District Eight if she wanted to.

“Want me to braid your hair? Or you’d rather have it loose?” came your mother’s voice from the entrance and you shook your head.

“Let it be loose. I do want one of those willow tree rose crowns that you always make, though,” she smiled at your request and you returned it.

Joyce nodded her head to signify her retreat and quickly left the house, going to the river where she bent to pick some of the unique flowers and intertwine them into a pretty crown. Nobody knew how exactly these flowers came into existence because they appeared to be a mixture of delphinium and roses, yet a bit different, and came in different sizes and colors – mostly white, purple, blue, and pink shades. They grew more specifically under willow trees and people loved to call them willow tree roses.

“You look stunning, dearest,” smiled Joyce after she put the flower crown on your head and you sighed heavily, making her smile falter. “I know you’re nervous but this is your last year. Once the Reaping ceremony ends, it’s all over with, once and for all,” she put a hand on your cheek and tried to put as much confidence in her voice as possible, although you could decipher the worry she was trying so hard to hide.

“Jonathan was lucky. He’s safe now. Hopefully, I’ll be just as lucky today. And hopefully Will-” you choked on your last words, eyes flickering to the door, causing Joyce to hush you gently.  

“He won’t be chosen,” she spoke firmly. “He won’t.”

“Hey,” Jonathan knocked lightly on the door a moment later before pushing it open. “What are you two doing in here? A secret council meeting?” he joked and the two of you chuckled.

“It’s just girl talk. Don’t be nosy,” you stuck your tongue out and he rolled his eyes.

“C’mon. We have to go.”

“What about breakfast?”

“Because you took so long to prepare, we’ll eat as we walk. Thankfully, I made toast with jam today,” he quipped and you smacked his shoulder lightly, making him snicker and stuck his tongue out.

You tried to hide the way his announcement left a bitter feeling in your mouth and you felt your mom squeeze your hand as she sent you a look and you nodded, exiting your room. Will was already by the entrance, fidgeting nervously and silently munching on his toast.

You took his hand in yours and looked at your mother and older brother who came by your side and the four of you walked out of your home and down the familiar cobblestone path that led to the center of the district.

You tried to enjoy the nature around you as you walked but there was an increasingly heavy feeling gnawing at you and you couldn’t stop the thoughts that swirled in your head, looming like dark clouds ready to rain lightning bolts on water.

“Y/N/N!” you looked up when you heard a familiar voice and a smile immediately grew on your face.

“Steve!” you waved with your free hand and the boy in question ran to you, engulfing you in a hug and lifting you in the air, swinging you left and right, making you giggle as you nuzzled in his shoulder and grasped at the back of his shirt, cheeks heating when you felt his lips graze the skin on your neck.

It was a much-needed distraction.

He let you down then and captured your lips in a kiss which made your brothers groan and look away. You, Steve, and your mother burst out in giggles at their reaction, always enjoying the way they’d embarrassingly look away and scrunch up their faces.

“Oh, come now, Jonathan. Like you and Nancy don’t kiss,” teased Steve and your brother’s cheeks flushed as he stuttered out some sort of defensive answer.

“We’ll be late, you all! C’mon! There’s time for all this later,” berated you Joyce and you sobered up, taking Will and Steve by the hand as you resumed your walking.

Not long after, you arrived at the center of the District and the crowd began getting thicker and thicker, everyone flocking towards a couple of specifically assigned places in front of the Hall of Justice. Will planted his feet on the ground which made you and Steve halt and turn to look at him. The boy gulped as his worried eyes darted everywhere and you leaned, placing a hand on his cheek.

“Hey. It’s time to sign in now. They’ll take a drop of blood but it’s not going to hurt at all. We’ve talked about this. You have nothing to worry about, okay?” you placed a kiss on the crown of his head before your focus was grabbed by a couple of familiar figures approaching you.

“Will!” shouted Mike and your brother turned to look at his best friends jogging towards him, making him smile. At least he wasn’t going to be all alone down in the lines.

“Hey, boys,” you chirped and they smiled as everyone began exchanging greetings and pleasantries, successfully lighting up the mood even if it was by a bit.

The good thing about your party was that even in the darkest of moments, when all of you gathered together, everyone seemed to breathe a bit easier and the heaviness and sorrow would be simply brushed aside.  

“Are you scared too?” asked Will and the three boys nodded.

“Dude, if I get Reaped, I swear, I’ll just jump off the platform before the timer’s up and off myself,” groaned Dustin. “Seems like less of a hassle.”

“Oh, shut up. Don’t talk about offing yourself! That’s just disturbing as hell,” Lucas scrunched up his face and nudged his friend’s shoulder.

“God, you kids are just dark,” Steve furrowed his brows in disturbed astonishment, hands on his hips, as he observed the group of four.

“Hey, c’mon you guys. No time for dilly-dallying,” berated you one of the Peacekeepers. “Go to your respectful lines.”

“We’re going, Phil, we’re going.”

You shared a look with the others as you were guided in another direction by Officer Callahan and Steve sent you one last glance as he was escorted to the Hall of Justice.

You stood in line and watched girls your age and younger get their fingers pricked before passing forward. It was mandatory for everyone between the age of twelve and eighteen – possible Tributes – to provide a blood sample as it was the government’s way to identify people and keep tabs on the District population.

You couldn’t tear your eyes off Steve who was climbing the stairs of the podium and taking his place next to the mayor and other Hunger Games Victors and you jumped from fright when a hand landed on your shoulder, making you whirl around sharply and come face to face with no other than Nancy.

“If you could only pay the same amount of attention to your best friend as you do your boyfriend,” she commented with a knowing smirk and you let out a half-hearted snort.

“Sorry, I’m just…distracted.”

“A coin for your thoughts?”

“It’s just…it’s our last year, Nance... What if one of us gets Reaped? I mean…mom says not to worry and all but, the previous games? It was supposed to be Steve’s last year too. He was so happy…so calm…so…positive that everything would be okay…And he got Reaped,” you finally said out loud some of the thoughts that had been plaguing your mind for the past couple of days.  

“Does he still have nightmares?“ asked the girl quietly and you nodded.

“Of course, he does. He had to kill a person. It haunts him and it’s not going to stop anytime soon.”

“How many times did you put your name in?” she blurted out suddenly and you stared at her for a moment, silent, before speaking up.

“Twenty.”

“Y/N!” she snapped, eyes widening.

“Please, don’t bust my eardrums,” you lifted a hand in surrender. “This year was a bit harsher than the others. We needed that damn grain and oil, ok?” you sighed as you looked at your feet, scratching your arm, and Nancy’s face melted into one of sympathy.

“Next!” the voice of the government official interrupted your conversation and you turned to face the woman, extending your arm so she could prick your finger. You stamped the empty space on the paper and she scanned the fingerprint with a device. It beeped and shone green and she signaled you to move forward, calling for the next in line.

You stopped to wait for your friend and when she passed, you locked arms and walked arm in arm towards your assigned places – the oldest at the front, the youngest at the back. The parents and those above eighteen were at the side, males and females separated into two groups, all lining up like soldiers.

Everything was well organized and things were moving quickly. Before you knew it, everyone had gathered at the square and the buzzing noise of the murmuring and hustling crowd was replaced by dead silence as you listened to Larry’s annual speech and waited for the typical Capitol escort to join him in selecting this year’s Tributes.

“Welcome! Welcome! Welcome! Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!” greeted a woman who wore a ridiculously frilly, extravagant dress with many tiny, sparkling gems that reflected the light and made her have this shiny, dreamlike appearance.

She was dressed in shades of green and pink which you supposed she picked to represent your district. Her hair was tangled in an intricate, heavily braided updo and she had a couple of shimmering emeralds in her locks, matching with her necklace and dangling earrings. She looked stunning and like a fever dream but all you could think of was the amount of money her precious stones could be traded for that could be used to better the life in many districts or how it must have taken hours, if not days, for the people at District Eight to have sewn this outfit, the thought of their hands and fingers filled with calluses and scratches and reddened skin making your gut clench.  

“Now, before we begin, we have a very special film. Brought to you all the way from the Capitol,” she exclaimed with a smile and you and Nancy shared a look of annoyance as the same video you’ve been shown every year began playing again, speaking of the rebellion, the founding of the games and of course, the glory of the Capitol and President Martin Brenner.

“War. Terrible war,” mouthed Nancy and you suppressed a smile from growing.

“War. Terrible war. Widows, orphans, a motherless child. This was the uprising that rocked our land. Thirteen districts rebelled against the country that fed them-“

You chose to tune it out and focus on your boyfriend instead, feeling a pang inside at the sight of him fidgeting in his spot, standing next to the mayor and the other higher-ups. You couldn’t imagine the amount of unpleasant memories and PTSD that were hitting him at this very moment.  

And the thought of him having to relive all this, every year for the rest of his life because he was a mentor now and would have to lead other tributes into becoming pieces of meat that would certainly die in the arena, made the disgust you felt for the Capitol grow. He had already lost a bit of his glimmer since the last games. You didn’t want a chunk of him to be taken away bit by bit with every following year until he inevitably becomes an empty shell or an addict as Hopper did.

Another pang hit you at the thought of the older man and your hands clenched in fists.

When was this madness going to end?

“This is how we remember our past. This is how we safeguard our future.”

“Marvelous!” exclaimed the woman as she clapped, wide grin faltering just a tad bit when nobody else clapped alongside her. She cleared her throat awkwardly but did not let the smile fade away. “Now, the time has come for us to select one courageous young man and woman for the honor of representing District Seven in the Seventy-Fourth Annual Hunger Games.”  

You turned halfway, scooping the crowd of guys over your shoulder, trying to locate Will. You found him at the side of the line, way back alongside Mike, Dustin, and Lucas. Your heart clenched when you saw that the four of them grasped each others’ hands. You couldn’t imagine how scared they must be right now. Or rather, you could, because you’ve been in their shoes before and frankly, you were afraid right now, and you would keep being afraid until Will officially turned nineteen.

“As usual, ladies first,” the woman’s voice interrupted your train of thought and you turned to look at her, taking Nancy’s hand in your own.

You remembered how the two of you had stood in the same square last year, although you had Barbara by your side…until she was reaped alongside Steve. It had been a huge blow to your party and especially to you and Nancy.

You gulped nervously as you trailed the woman’s form and saw her slowly approach the huge glass bowl full of folded paper and stuck her arm inside, pulling one out of the whole sea before returning to the microphone. She unfolded it and her eyes skimmed over the letters before she finally announced it out loud.

“Nancy Wheeler!”

Your body tensed and you could feel Nancy’s hand squeeze yours painfully tight as her eyes widened. Everyone turned to look at her and you could feel Jonathan’s burning gaze join them.

You squeezed her hand back encouragingly and she took a shaky breath before releasing you from her deathly grip, taking a few hesitant steps through the line of people until she reached the path where two Peacekeepers were waiting for her. They stood expectantly as she began walking down the pathway and they escorted her to the podium.

“Come on up!” grinned the woman as she beckoned her over with her hand and Nancy gulped, climbing the stairs and joining her in front of everyone.

She could see Mike looking paler than usual as he stared at her with pure horror. She could see her parents to the side, looking mortified. Her father was more calm and collected but she could see it all in his eyes while her mother let it show on her face. She felt tears pricking at her eyes but she knew she had to keep herself together and not show any sign of weakness so she swallowed them and straightened up.

“And now for the boys.”

This whole ceremony was becoming too long and tedious and you felt as if they were doing it on purpose to keep people on edge for as long as possible. You played with your fingers, picking at the skin, for you could not sit still, and you tried battling away the horrible feeling that had engulfed you.

The moment the name slipped past her lips, all color drained from your face.

“William Byers!”

Your heart plummeted at the announcement and you felt like someone punched the air out of you. You could hear your mother’s sharp intake of air resonate in the deadly silence that had befallen the crowd ever since the mayor began his speech and you sharply turned around to look at where your brother was standing, frozen in his spot. Two Peacekeepers approached him and grabbed him by the arm when he refused to move on his own.

“Don’t touch him!”

“Let him go!”

Mike, Dustin, and Lucas shouted when the men began pulling Will away and others had to go and restrain them. They kicked and wriggled in their grasp as Will was escorted further down the road and your breathing was increasing dramatically alongside your heartbeat. You felt like you were on the verge of collapse.

Your worst fear came to fruition. It became a reality you had prayed so hard to prevent from happening.

How many people were you going to lose to these games?

First Barbara. Then Steve almost died. Now Nancy and your brother were being sent to their death.

It’s like the world was coming for you all.

You looked on helplessly as your brother passed by you, the two of you sharing panicked looks briefly until he approached the podium and was helped up by the woman because he could barely stand on his feet due to the shock and fear.

But you didn’t have to be helpless.

You could do more than just watch. And who knows, maybe you’d even be able to save two lives this time around.

So you didn’t hesitate to lift your arm in the air. It went above the sea of heads, sticking like a sore thumb and drawing everyone’s attention.

“I volunteer as Tribute,” you spoke out but it was so quiet and breathy that even you could barely hear yourself.

“Sorry, what was that, dear?” asked the woman and you gulped the lump that was stuck in your throat before lowering your arm and walking out of the crowd, stepping onto the pathway so everyone could see and hear you better. Phil and Calvin looked at each other, wondering if they should obscure your way and take you back and they took a step forward but that’s when you interrupted them, screaming out what you had said just a couple of seconds ago, now more confidently.

“I volunteer as Tribute!”  

Joyce’s hand flew to her mouth as a new wave of tears rolled down her cheeks and she leaned on Jonathan as her shoulders shook with silent sobs and the boy wrapped his arms around her, looking on with utter defeat.

Steve was no different. He felt his entire body shudder and he was this close to bolting towards you, grabbing you, and shutting your mouth, but he remained rooted on his spot, body numb and not obeying what his mind wanted to do. He could only clench his fists and try to remain calm as he watched you walk to the podium.

“Can we just clarify this, hun? You wish to replace Mrs. Wheeler, is that it?” asked the woman.

“Yes,” you replied as you began climbing the stairs and the woman let out a pleasantly surprised ‘Whoa’.

“Well, that’s certainly an interesting turn of events! Mrs. Wheeler, you’re… free to go,” she instructed the girl and Nancy slowly walked away, the two of you passing each other on the stairs. She sent you an incredulous look and your lips twitched, trying to give her a little smile as your hands brushed. “What is your name, dear?” asked the woman after she took you by the arm and guided you to the mic.

“Y/N Byers.”

“Oh me, oh my, that is unexpected! Oh, I bet you’re the older sister of this sweet boy over there,” she proclaimed and you turned to look at Will who was the definition of a deer caught in headlights.

“I am.”

“Well, Y/N, what you did was very noble. Ladies and gentlemen, a round of applause for District Seven’s tributes, Y/N Byers and William Byers!” declared the woman brightly as she clapped but once again nobody returned the gesture.  

Everyone touched their lips with their fingers and lifted their arms in the air in the three-finger salute – a salute that represented people showing solidarity to one another.

“It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means goodbye to someone you love.”

You couldn’t believe that your mother’s words, these exact words, reached you right at this moment as you stared at the sea of people saluting you and sending you off.

And while you loved the gesture and appreciated that everyone showed their admiration towards you, you also couldn’t help but think that they were too quick to bury you. You didn’t blame them, for you never appeared to be a tough and powerful girl. But there was fight in you. It was temporarily smothered by the shock of the Reaping but it was now coming back full force, the salute reminding you who you truly were and igniting every cell in your body. And right then and there you swore that you would protect your brother no matter the cost.

“Thank you, everyone. Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor!”

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cupid’s chokehold | steve harrington x fem! oc

summary: delphi walker’s world turned upside down when her brother was found dead. her entire life turned into a downward spiral into social suicide, from her mother’s self-destructive lifestyle and the steady loss of her best friend. when another boy goes missing a year later, she find herself caught in something far bigger than she ever knew, and she herself down a path to a brand new life.

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word count: 3.1k

warnings: vulgar language, underage drinking, smoking, demeaning words towards women (whore, slut, etc.), mentions of sexual content

authors note

hey guys! it’s been a while since i posted anything but college has been suuuuper hectic for me lately and my motivation hasn’t been the best. i’m working on getting stuff out a bit more consistently, but i always value quality over quantity and want to make sure what i’m giving you guys is good quality content. again, sorry for the hiatus, but here’s another chapter!

words in ‘’ quotations and italics are character narration

chapter four

‘I should have taken that camera out of Jonathan’s hand. I should have thrown it to the ground and never let him develop that film, but if I had, we never would have found out what really happened to Barb that night.’

Delphi tried to stop the shaking of her hands as she walked back to her car, staring at the ground while she tried to hold back the overwhelming rush of tears she hadn’t expected to push against her eyes. Her and Jonathan didn’t say a word as they made their way out of the woods, not even giving eachother a gesture of goodbye as they got into their respective cars and drove away. She had to take a minute to collect her composure, considering she was so upset that her foot had pressed the gas pedal all the way to the floor of the car. She stopped for an extra few seconds at a stop sign, taking a deep breath and letting it out. 

It wasn’t like she didn’t know why she was feeling the way she was; it was pretty obvious when she faced the problem head on. Jealousy was a killer, and had always been her biggest flaw.

‘For as long as I could remember, I always wanted to be like Nancy Wheeler. Since the day I met her, she was this perfect, unflawed person; effortlessly beautiful, smart without even trying, compassionate to a fault. She lived a perfect life, in a perfect house down a perfect street with perfect parents and a perfect future set out for her. I thought that she’d always had everything I’d ever wanted. She had money, a mother who cared about her, a father who was still around. A brother who was still alive. But I was wrong. The day she got Steve Harrington was the day she got everything I’d ever wanted.’

A drink was sounding really, really good right now. As tempting as it was to just grab the bottle from her glove box and take a swig right now, she was only a few blocks away from her house, so she held off for a few more minutes. When she pulled into the rocky, broken driveway, she noticed the extra car parked in front of her house, rolling her eyes at the fact that her mother had brought home yet another horny 18-20 something to drown her lonely nights in. She ignored her mother’s closed bedroom door on the way to her own, slamming it shut and collapsing on the bed without changing or turning on the lights. Deciding to finish off whatever liquor was left in the bottle she’d been drinking from earlier tonight, she uncapped the bottle, bringing it to her lips and chugging down however much her throat could handle in one go. 

The loud noises of her mother and whatever guy she’d brought home tonight traveled down the hallway, slipping through the crack in her door as she covered her ears with her pillow. She waited a few moments for the sound to die down, but when they just continued, she opened her door and yelled out into the hallway. 

“If you’re gonna be a whore and fuck someone while I’m home at least be quiet about it!” She slammed the door again and climbed under the covers, soaking her pillow with tears and staining her sheets with her running mascara. 

When she finally fell asleep that night, she wished she’d never wake up.

‘Unfortunately, wishes don’t come true. I had no idea about the shitstorm that was about to hit me full force the next morning, and I really wish I had, because then maybe I could have prepared myself for all of the crazy shit I had no idea was happening right inside of Hawkins.’

Waking up with a pounding in her head and a strong urge to vomit up the little food she’d put in her stomach the night before, Delphi simply went through the motions she did every morning. Shower, get dressed in whatever clean clothes she had left before laundry day, eat yet another bowl of Corn Puffs for the 5th day in a row, and leave for school without so much as a goodbye to her mother. Unsurprisingly, the car that had been parked out front the night before was gone, making Delphi scoff and shake her head as she got into her own. 

She wasn’t necessarily concerned when Barb didn’t meet her at the door to the school when she arrived, considering it wasn’t a daily occurrence that she did, but she figured that at least after last night she’d need someone to rant to about how much she hated Steve’s friends or how Nancy seemingly ditched her for a guy she changed her entire personality to be with. She found it slightly odd, but she essentially paid no mind to it. 

She stopped at her locker briefly to make sure she had all her stuff, hoping and praying she didn’t forget any more books at home. As much as she would rather do anything else, she actually did want to make an effort to keep her grades up, considering she really didn’t want to get held back the second year in a row. Having to redo her sophomore year was enough, and already gave plenty of people the fuel they needed to make her hate herself even more than she already did. 

The only thing she seemed to be missing were the notes for Mr. Wilson’s 8th period English class, but she was sure she could just get them from Nancy and copy them down during study hall. She waited a few seconds until the hallways seemed clear enough that she wouldn’t have to bob and weave through anyone, letting her feet carry her down in the direction of Nancy’s locker. When she turned the corner and looked up, she stopped her movements with a sigh and a shake of her head. 

Nancy stood in front of her locker, but while Delphi had expected her to be with Barb, Steve was the one who stood next to her instead. While she couldn’t hear whatever words the two were exchanging, she assumed it was about last night, and she was in no mood to walk into or eavesdrop on that conversation. She decided she’d just try to get the notes from Nancy during first period, turning on her heels and walking down the hall a few steps.

She was a little surprised when she didn’t see Barb in her usual seat when she walked in, but still, at least for Delphi, it didn’t seem like there was any cause for concern. Her confusion only grew when Nancy walked in right before the bell, but Barb wasn’t with her. She sat in her usual desk one row behind Delphi, tapping her on her shoulder to force her to turn around.

“Have you seen Barb at all this morning?”

“No, I thought she’d be with you.” Delphi raised a brow at Nancy, who began looking around somewhat nervously. “You don’t think something happened to her, do you?”

“I don’t…I don’t know. I brought her to that party at Steve’s last night but she was gone by the time I left.”“Didn’t she drive you there?”

“Uhm…”

“You know what, I don’t need details.” Seeing it was enough. “I’ll let you know if I see her though. And I hope it’s not bad timing, but could I get those notes for Wilson’s from you? I left mine at home.”

“Yeah, yeah sure. I’ll just get them back from you in 7th  period.” Nancy handed her a piece of paper, Delphi taking it with a response of gratitude. She slipped it into her binder and turned to the front of the classroom, biting her pencil as her mind ran wild. 

‘Barb never skipped school. Even when she seemed to be deathly sick she still showed, no matter how many times we told her that if she felt that bad she should just leave. Her not being there the night after she left a party by herself was certainly something to be concerned about, and suddenly my small worry that she’d just gotten sick after last night turned into full blown panic that something bigger than anybody thought was going on in Hawkins.’

Delphi was mostly on autopilot for the remainder of the morning, barely tuning back into reality at lunch. She really wasn’t a fan of school food, so she spent most of her lunch hour drawing in notebooks or mindlessly watching the other kids around her. Today was much the same, except this time, she let her hand move on the paper in an effort to forget about the creeping dread in her gut. 

Her luck had been so bad that, at the beginning of the year, she’d somehow ended up one table down from Steve and his posse, meaning every single day was filled with unwanted eavesdropping on whatever stupid conversation they were having on any given day. Today’s conversation had to do with the party last night, so she tuned it out, as was common practice these days. When Nancy brought up Barb to the rest of the group, she let herself listen, although none of what she heard seemed to be of any worth to her. The sudden change to sex jokes about Steve and Nancy made her swallow down vomit, and once she had a enough, she grabbed her notebooks and left the cafeteria. 

As usual, the rest of the day went by with the same nauseating routine, complete with the grating, mindless droning of her teachers and the unwanted snickers from classmates. Once the bell rang, she practically ran to her locker, hoping to get home as soon as possible. On her way out of the building, she ran into Jonathan, stopping him in his tracks. He held something in his hands, glancing around nervously. 

“Hey, what’s up with you?”

“Nothing, I’m fine.” Delphi glanced down at what sat in his hands, snatching the papers away once she realized what they were. 

“You fucking developed these? Are you insane?”“What else was I supposed to do with them?”

“Throw them away, burn them, anything but this! It’s creepy, Jonathan. The photos you took in the woods? Fine. But creeper photos of people who hate you? Those should go in the trash man.”

“Who knows, maybe there’s something important in them?”

“Seriously?!” Jonathan just gave her a blank look, making her scoff and roll her eyes. “Did anyone see you with these?” Yet again there was no response, but his eyes wouldn’t meet hers. 

“You’re fucking with me, right? Put the damn things in your bag and let's get out of here, who knows what problems those things are going to bring.” 

Delphi hurried out of the school with Jonathan in tow, both of them keeping their heads down and staring at the asphalt. Thankfully, she had parked her car next to Jonathan’s today, so the venture wasn’t too far out of her norm, but it didn’t help any of the nerves that kept creeping into her gut. The nerves reached an all time high when they breached the hill, noticing Steve and the rest of his group hanging around Jonathan’s car. They seemed to notice the two approaching, standing a little taller and smiling wide. 

“What's going on, man?” The two were forced to stop walking, being cut off by the group in front of them. They largely ignored Delphi even being there, and she shoved her hands in her pockets and rolled her eyes. 

“What do you want?” “Nothing. We just heard you were quite the artist and we wanted to see…your work.” 

“Come on Jonathan, let’s just go.” Carol stood in front of Delphi, stopping her in her tracks with a sick smile. Delphi glared at her, giving her the same grin. “Get out of my damn way.”

“No thanks.”

Before she could stop it, Tommy had snatched Jonathan’s bag from him, rifling through the contents and pulling out the pictures. They muttered something Delphi didn’t really care to understand, looking through every picture Jonathan had taken last night.

“Seriously? Like this isn’t creepy.”

“I told you you shouldn’t have taken those pictures.” “Yeah, I get it now.”

“What’s going on?” As if the moment couldn’t get any worse, Nancy had to walk up right then, making Delphi hang her head.

“Our little friend here decided he wanted to spy on us last night.” Carol handed Nancy one of the pictures, presumably the one of her. 

“He was just looking for his brother.”

“Oh, was he? And how would you know that?” Realizing her slip up caused Delphi to be unable to answer, opening her mouth without saying anything. “You were with him, huh?” Knowing any response to Carol would only make things worse, she didn’t speak. “What, are you obsessed with us or something?”

“Don’t flatter yourself. There isn’t really much to be obsessed with.”

Steve seemed to ignore the entire exchange between Carol and Delphi, instead continuing to focus on Jonathan, who now stood, practically cowering, in front of him. He ripped up the picture he held in his hand and dropped the pieces to the ground, and once his hands were free, he picked up the camera off the trunk of Jonathan’s car. There was so much going on it was hard for Delphi to focus, but when the sound of the camera hitting the ground echoed through the air, she seemed to break. 

“What the hell, Steve?!” She rushed in an attempt to pick up the pieces of the broken device, realizing the endeavor was essentially hopeless. She stood back up and placed her palms against Steve’s chest, shoving him backward a few feet. She couldn’t place the look on his face, unable to read any sort of emotion. “Are you fucking insane?”

“What, upset that your little boyfriend can’t take pictures of you anymore?” Delphi’s head whipped to Carol, using her hand to shove her against the bumper of Jonathan’s car. Carol’s face twisted in fear as her chest heaved with nervous breaths, Delphi’s own making the same motions out of anger. 

“I suggest you shut that mouth of yours before I do it for you.”

After a few seconds, she backed away, Carol keeping her eyes on Delphi as she walked away with Tommy and Steve in tow. Delphi’s rough facade faded away as she helped Jonathan pick up the ripped pieces of his pictures, meeting eyes with Nancy, who was doing the same. When she stood up and turned to leave, Delphi called out to her. 

“Nancy!” She turned, raising a brow. “I’m sorry. I told him not to, if it’s any consolation.”

Nancy didn’t offer a verbal response, only a nod, but it gave her a little peace of mind that there didn’t seem to be any hard feelings. She turned back around to Jonathan, who continued to stare at the ground in defeat. 

“I’ll stay here in case they come out here again. You should get out of here, though.” Once again, he didn’t say anything, simply getting in his car and leaving the parking lot as quickly as possible. 

‘As much as I hated Steve and his popular posse, they were right. What Jonathan had done was wrong, and no matter how many times I tried to tell him that, it only seemed to get through to him when he lost something important to him.’

Delphi let out the smoke that had collected in her mouth from the cigarette, allowing it to float off into the crisp autumn air. A call of her name had her head turning back towards the school, narrowing her eyes in confusion as she saw Nancy running towards her. 

“Nancy? What are you doing out here, aren’t you gonna watch the game?” “I think something happened to Barb.”

“I don’t know, I’m sure she’s fine.”

“Will you please just…indulge me? You’re the only one I think could help.”

“Why me? Why not ask one of your new best buds?”“Because I know you’ll believe me. They don’t give a damn about Barb, so please, help me find out what happened.” Delphi let it sit for only a moment, nodding her head and tossing her cigarette into the grass. 

“Hop in.”

‘The last place I expected to be that day was back at Steve Harrington’s house, let alone with Nancy Wheeler. She insisted on taking the same road her and Barb had the night before, and as if things weren’t confusing before, they were about to get a whole lot crazier.’

“That’s Barb’s car.” Nancy pointed out the window, Delphi slowing to a soft stop. 

“So she never went home last night? I can’t imagine she walked the whole way.”

“Keep driving. The best thing I can think of to do is retrace our steps.”

Delphi parked outside of Steve’s house, reluctantly exiting the car and following Nancy into the backyard. She wasn’t sure what they were looking for, so she let Nancy take the lead, wandering around the area until she headed into the woods surrounding the property. 

Delphi’s stomach flipped, unsure of whether it was from the nervousness of being in the woods again or the rush of emotion that had pelted her the moment she arrived at the house. She helped Nancy call out for Barb, snapping her body towards the sound of a breaking twig. 

“What the hell was that?”

“Maybe it’s…just a squirrel. Yeah, I’m sure it’s just a squirrel.”

Another twig snapped a few feet away from the last one, making them turn once again. They waited a few moments until they were satisfied that it was just some woodland creature, but a large figure running in front of them caused Nancy to fall and Delphi to let out a small scream. Delphi helped Nancy to her feet, the pair running out of the woods as fast as possible. Once they were back in the car, they panted for breath, trying to calm their beating hearts. 

“What the hell was that thing?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t think it’s good.”

‘We had no idea the importance of what we saw that day. We didn’t talk about it the entire drive back to Nancy’s house, and there was barely a goodbye when she left. I tried to keep the creature out of my mind the rest of my way home, hoping to sleep off the shock, but the night of rest didn’t help much. I’d hoped everything would return to a small bit of normalcy come the next morning, but it was the exact opposite.

‘Because that night, they’d found Will Byers' body.’

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REVIEW: Comedies with consequence by Erin Mallon (ALC)

REVIEW: Comedies with consequence by Erin Mallon (ALC)

SKIN HUNGRY Summary Ruth is a 74-year old woman.Rowan is a 23-year-old man.They’re in love.And Ruth’s 43-year-old son is freaking the hell out. Skin Hungry is an age-gap romantic comedy play with some darker themes hiding just beneath the skin. Review Wow. Just wow. The author definitely knows how to make you go from the highest high to the lowest low. Her typical humor–with lots of sarcasm…

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6 months ago, Billy Hargrove moved to the little shitstain that Hawkins is on the world map, so far removed from everything else that if you were to ask Google Maps for directions, it would say, “Are you sure?”

He had been swift and merciless in defeating the reigning Keg King Steve - not that the trust fund kid had really put up much of a fight, what with Nancy Wheeler breaking his heart just the same night as his dethroning of his keg-stand record, leaving Harrington with very little willpower to truly struggle for the crown.

5 months ago, Billy Hargrove made his first successful move on Steve; cornering him at one of Tommy Hagan’s parties which Harrington had been invited to mostly out of pity, but also out of interest.

It didn’t take a lot of convincing really, once Steve realised that Billy was serious when he called him a pretty boy, said that green is a good color on him, or that he has a sweet ass, but then again, Steve’s not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, that much he knows. So with too little alcohol in his system and a lot of wrecked nerves, he found himself in the back of a blue camaro.

4 months ago, Billy Hargrove punched Steve for the first time, after finding him cozying up with Tammy Thompson, of all people, at some post-game party celebrating their basketball victory against the Delphi Oracles.

At first it was just a bit of seemingly friendly banter, although everyone knows how Tammy has had her eyes set on Steve Harrington for forever, so perhaps she giggled a bit louder than necessary and touched his arm one too many times, but Billy couldn’t stop staring. And when he asked Steve about it, the pretty boy was as oblivious as ever, never even saw the fist coming, and honestly that did put a bit of a strain on their “friendship”.

3 months ago, Billy Hargrove lied to Steve about why he had seen it fit to give him a black eye; blamed it on adrenaline from winning, the alcohol in his system, and anger from home, which wasn’t a complete lie there.

With the promise of above average weed and an “honest” apology, Steve got lured out to the quarry at night, and it was fucking cold, what were Billy even thinking, but when he slid into the backseat, Steve followed all too easily with no need for persuasion, as they hotboxed the BMW and tied the knot on their reconciliation with a stellar blowjob.

2 months ago, Billy Hargrove showed up to the Harrington manor with way too much beer for the two of them, but it was necessary for him to finally let go and tell the truth about a few things that most people don’t know.

Whenever Steve finished one can, Billy had finished two, and yet neither of them saw fit to mention that they seem to be drinking a lot more than usual lately. But that night Hargrove was drinking like his life depended on it, and it felt like it too, because there was a constant pain in his heart, an aching in his soul, and he needed a good fair share of liquid courage to finally tell the other how he truly feels. 

1 month ago, Billy Hargrove bought freaking flowers and chocolates like it was Valentine’s, and showed up on Steve’s doorstep all too early in the day, and told him to get dressed, pretty boy, we’re going on a date.

Together in the camaro they drove to Indianapolis; far away enough that no one they knew would see them smiling and laughing, hands brushing with the desire to hold each other, but Billy’s not there yet. They spent the entire day walking and talking, uninterrupted by the usual craving of flesh whenever they’re alone, and it was nice, it was good, it was a first step.

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Excerpt:

‘Now Sharif has the Quaffle. He throws it to Mortimer; Mortimer throws to Johnson who – OOOOF –  nice Bludger work curtsey of McAndrew!’

           The Hufflepuffs made a collective ‘aaaaargh’ sound as their Chaser dropped the Quaffle.

           ‘You could almost say he got McAnd-drilled – ’

           ‘Harrington!’

           ‘Sorry Professor! And Weasley has the Quaffle again… She throws to Smith who takes it back towards the Hufflepuff goalposts. Nobody’s there to block him – GO GRYFFINDOR! – Smith launches the Quaffle AND – gets saved by Sharif…’

           Now it was the Gryffindors’ turn to make a collective ‘aaaargh’ sound.

           As the match continued Albus’ eyes wandered over to his brother high up in the air above. James was scanning the pitch for any signs of the Golden Snitch. His sickly green face atop scarlet robes gave him the appearance of a slice of watermelon. Albus stifled a giggle at that thought.

           James playing as Seeker for the Gryffindor team made Albus quite ambivalent about the match. On the one hand, he wanted his brother to win the game as that would mean their father would buy him the Nimbus 3003 (which Albus might get to have a go on – he might even get James’ old broom!), on the other hand, he really didn’t want to see Drake and company’s smug faces if their team won the cup.

           Unlike Albus, Scorpius had no qualms about which team he supported.

           ‘Go Hufflepuff!!’ He yelled as the Hufflepuff Chaser Mortimer sped past their seats.

           ‘Mortimer speeds past Smith – he’s rushing through to the Gryffindor goalposts – Nowak’s waiting for him there – for the love of God Nowak get a good night’s sleep next time, you haven’t blocked a single shot yet!’

           ‘Harrington!’

           ‘Sorry Professor McGonagall! And Mortimer shoots and… SCORES!’

           The Gryffindors booed and chanted loudly.

           ‘Seventy-forty to Hufflepuff. Gryffindor’s got to play better if they want to keep up – reminder, they have to win this match by at least a hundred points if they’re to win the cup!’

           ‘Only three more good shots and we’re in the clear,’ said Scorpius.

           ‘James can still catch the Snitch before then, he’s good at that – ’ retorted Albus.

           ‘Not by the looks of it if you ask me. He barely moved this entire time – I can’t believe you’re still rooting for Gryffindor!’

           ‘I’m not – My brother and cousin are on that team…’

           ‘So what? Your family could use a bit of humbling if you ask me,’ muttered Scorpius. ‘Plus, imagine the look on McLaggen’s stupid face once they lose – HA!’

            ‘Johnson is now with the Quaffle. He approaches the Gryffindor goalposts again with intent and – OOOO – clear Bludger shot right in the face by Gupta! You could say he got Goop-ted!’

           ‘HARRINGTON!’

           ‘Yeah, I agree Professor that was a weak one, I’ll up my game next time!’

           Madam Taranis’ whistle sounded over the laughing crowd. She called a time out as she checked and tended to Johnson’s wounds.

Check it out:

For the past couple of months, I’ve been working on a fix of the (in my opinion) less than great Cursed Child. I guess I just wanted to give these characters the sequel they deserve. This is a second/next generation canon-compliant (though not with CC obviously) continuation of the series I love so much.

You can find it here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30081021/chapters/74086224

and here:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13823288/1/Harry-Potter-and-The-Lost-Child

This story is meant to provide an alternative for people who would like to know ‘what happened after the story’ and would rather not bother with the hot mess that is CC (again my opinion).

General summary: no Delphi, VERY canon-compliant (except for CC of course), the plot draws a little from the Cursed Child but improves upon it (at least in my opinion), and NO BLEEDING TIME TRAVEL.

Reviews/kudos/comments/suggestions/insults are always welcome!

New chapter every other week!

[chaotic-hypnotic-erotic]

I decided to create an episode guide, as if this game had been turned into a 1970s Gerry Anderson live action TV series like UFO, with the intrigue of Captain Scarlet and the strangeness of Jason King and Department S and Nigel Kneale’s Doomwatch and The Quatermass Experiment.

This is what I came up with. This is just the titles. Summaries of each season’s episodes will come soon.

For use with DoubleZero, also available from Dancing Lights Press.

Spectres of Mars Episode Guide

Season One - The First Year

Episode One - Discovery Episode Two - Myriad Episode Three - Terror on Base Three Episode Four - Scylla Down Episode Five - Charybdis Ascendant Episode Six - The Apollo Assignment Episode Seven - Undercover Episode Eight - Helios and Selene Episode Nine - The Newcomer Episode Ten - Compromised! Episode Eleven - The Clock Struck Zero Episode Twelve - Infection Episode Thirteen - Anemoi

Season Two - The Year of Attrition

Episode One - Adhene Episode Two - SIBYL Episode Three - Attack on Delphi Episode Four - Affair on Olympus Episode Five - The Company of Strangers Episode Six - Project LEDA Episode Seven - Pursuit Episode Eight - Black-Eyed Children Episode Nine - Cold Iron Episode Ten - Eos Episode Eleven - The Fortean Intrusion Episode Twelve - Weapon Zero Episode Thirteen - Shockwave

Season Three - The Year of The Counterattack

Episode One - Aftermath Episode Two - Operation Exodus Episode Three - Zephyr Episode Four - Eagle One Episode Five - Bad Company Episode Six - Alpha Episode Seven - The Mesmer Gambit Episode Eight - The Odhinn Affair Episode Nine - Get Harrington! Episode Ten - Taygetus Episode Eleven - The Temple Episode Twelve - Into The Fire Episode Thirteen - Last Contact

[ruleof3bobby]

SULLY (2016) Grade: B

The first half of the movie didn't do much for me. For awhile, you’re not really sure why this should be a movie, looks like a simple story at first. However, the last 30 minutes or so really saves the film. The big picture makes sense at that time. Eastwood does a great job with framing and camera movements. 

[revius]

Sully (2016)

El viejo Clint Eastwood regresa de la mano de Tom Hanks en #Sully

 Sully País: USA Año: 2016 Género: Drama/Biográfica Duración: 96 minutos Elenco: Tom Hanks, Aaron Eckhart, Laura Linney, Valerie Mahaffey, Delphi Harrington, Anna Gunn, Mike O'Malley, Jamey Sheridan. Director: Clint Eastwood Guión: Todd Komarnicki Basado en: "Highest Duty: My Search for What Really Matters" de Chesley Sullenberger y Jeffrey Zaslow. Música: Christian Jacob y "The Tierney Sutton…

[callunavulgari]

Scrapbook 2019 | Pt. II

Reminder:

Normal font - Indifferent/Neutral Italicized font - Enjoyed bold font - Loved with an asterisk* - All time favorite (bracketed titles) - Re-watches/Re-reads strikethough - Disliked

Goals are: read one hundred books this year (on track, currently at 76), finish five video games (FIN), write something novel-length (not so much) and write something original (technically done? don’t know if I want to count a snippet that didn’t even hit 1k). These last two goals CAN be combined (I might try NaNo this year, so we will see).

Part I: January-July. 

MOVIES

August

American Graffiti

Toy Story 4

Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark

Aquaman

(Spirited Away)

The Grinch

Invader Zim: Enter the Florpus

John Wick

Alita: Battle Angel

(Jaws)

Jaws 2

The Dark Tower

September

(Avengers Endgame)

IT: Chapter 2

(Kull: The Conquerer)

(Lord of the Rings: Return of the King)

October

Lego Movie 2

Us

Roman Holiday

(Monster’s Inc)

(13 Ghosts)

Addams Family

November

The King

BOOKS

August

Red, White, and Royal Blue | Casey Mcquiston [Fin]

Nevernight | Jay Kristoff [Fin]

David Mogo, Godhunter | Suyi Davies Okungbowa [Fin]

League of Dragons | Naomi Novak [Fin]

The Magpie Lord | KJ Charles [Fin]

Witches of Lychford | Paul Cornell [Fin]

The Gunslinger | Stephen King

The Affair of the Mysterious Letter | Alexis Hall [Fin]

Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine | Gail Honeyman [Fin]

The Way of Kings | Brandon Sanderson

September

The Way of Kings | Brandon Sanderson [Fin]

The Gunslinger | Stephen King [Fin]

Educated | Tara Westover [Fin]

Middlegame | Seanan Mcguire [Fin]

Eye of the World | Robert Jordan

Harrow County Vol. 1 | Cullen Bunn [Fin]

Harrow County Vol. 2 | Cullen Bunn [Fin]

Harrow County Vol. 3 | Cullen Bunn [Fin]

Harrow County Vol. 4 | Cullen Bunn [Fin]

Harrow County Vol. 5 | Cullen Bunn [Fin]

Exhalation | Ted Chiang [Fin]

The Ten Thousand Doors of January | Alix Harrow** [Fin]

Through the Woods | Emily Carroll [Fin]

To Be Taught, If Fortunate | Becky Chambers** [Fin]

The Eye of the World | Robert Jordan [Fin]

Chilling Effect | Valerie Valdes [Fin]

October

We Are Where the Nightmares Go | C. Robert Cargill [Fin]

Horrorstor | Grady Hendrix [Fin]

Feedback | Mira Grant [Fin]

Ninth House | Leigh Bardugo [Fin] 

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo | Taylor Jenkins Reid [Fin]

Monster of Elendhaven | Jennifer Giesbrecht [Fin]

Mirrormask | Neil Gaiman [Fin]

The Darkest Part of the Forest | Holly Black [Fin]

We Set the Dark on Fire | Tehlor Kay Mejia [Fin]

November

The Gilded Wolves | Roshani Chokshi [Fin]

Words of Radiance | Brandon Sanderson 

PODCASTS

August

The Magnus Archive Eps 11-63

Alice Isn’t Dead Ep 5

September

The Magnus Archive Eps 64-94

The Adventure Zone | Episode 5

October

The Magnus Archive Eps 95-159**

Welcome to Night Vale

Alice Isn’t Dead Eps 6-10 + bonus episodes

TANIS Ep 1

The Penumbra Podcast

Zero Hours**

November

The Penumbra Podcast

The Magnus Archive Eps 160

TV SHOWS

August

Buzzfeed Unsolved: Supernatural

Another Life

She-Ra s3

Steven Universe s5

Glow s1

(Gravity Falls s2)

September

Carnival Row

Sherlock s4

Fruit’s Basket

October

Buzzfeed Unsolved: Supernatural s6

Leverage s1

Fruit’s Basket

November

Buzzfeed Unsolved: Supernatural s6

VIDEO GAMES

August

Witcher 3 DLC: Blood and Wine (40 hrs)

September

Control (20 hrs)

Monster Hunter World

Monster Hunter World: Icebourne

Link’s Awakening (23 hrs)

October

Monster Hunter World: Icebourne

Link’s Awakening (30 hrs) [Fin]

Assassin’s Creed: Origins (10 hours)

November

Assassin’s Creed: Origins (10 hours)

DELIGHTFUL FIC

August

In These Frozen and Silent Nights by beethechange | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | “You know me,” Shane says, “I love a good cabin. I’m a cabinhead.”“I’ll show you cabin head,” Ryan rebuts without thinking, and then he turns his face into the pillow to stifle a nervous snicker. “Oh shit, wait, that’s—”

Warm My Bones by blacktofade | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 12k | Shane isn't meant to go into heat, but he does.

and only then we'll know if it was worth to become a ghost by Spooks | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 8k | It has never been easy, convincing Shane of the existence of the supernatural. It doesn't become incredibly much easier once Ryan becomes a ghost himself.

#blessed by thehoyden | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 9k | Of course Shane would rather not work; he’d like it to be like the good old days, and who wouldn’t? But a demon’s gotta eat, and he can’t even get a discount on his rent because it turns out it’s a lot harder to influence faceless companies with ominous dreams. Ergo: gainful employment at Buzzfeed.

i think i'm still turning out by the_tenerife_sea | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 6k |  Shane is starting to think Ryan is using him for his baby, considering how much he’s already talked her up to all of their coworkers and friends.

never tell me the odds by Wildehack (tyleet) | Wolf 359 | Doug/Hera | 9k | “I tried Star Wars," he says, adjusting the phone under his neck, "and it was way underwhelming.”

Alien Reacharound by Edgelord (lostlikeme) | Invader Zim | Zadr | 3k | “You’re telling me the only way I can get back into my body is some kind of…” Dib gesticulates while he searches for the right words. “Alien reacharound?”

Find Me Somebody by raiining | Good Omens | Adam/Warlock | 11k | “You left me,” he said. “You both left me, for him. And I can’t even blame you, because I’d have left me for him too.”

flirting with fire by brawlite | Stranger Things | Harringrove | 6k | WIP | Steve's a cop, Billy's a firefighter. It's not a grudge, it's just a regular old small town rivalry.

and you're trying not to tell him by lymricks | Stranger Things | Harringrove | 4k | Whatever. They don’t talk, is the point, and Billy doesn’t need to finish all these big, deep, tragic sentences in his head. He needs to know if Harrington can’t swim.For lifeguard reasons. It’s his job, all right?

See Your Colors by lj_todd | The Dark Tower | Roland/Walter | 2k | The first time Roland laid eyes on Walter was the first time he saw color.

Straight Martinis by dreamfleet, mezmerize | Kingdom Hearts | Axel/Roxas | 5k | The obvious choice. (Or, cocktail parties are boring and hot waiters are fantastic distractions.)

September

gold, when you find me by mmtion | The Flash | Iris/Barry | 53k | It's not that Iris hates The Flash, per say - more that she hates writing about The Streak in a weekly, pun-heavy comic based on The Flash.

From friends to this by Ever-so-reylo (Ever_So_Reylo) | Star Wars | Reylo | 3.6k | Ben has never been good with words; Rey, it seems, doesn’t mind learning his language.

wear it well by sarcasticfishes | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Sara, Shane/Sara | 5k | “Are Ryan and I dating? Or— something?”Shane looks up from his paperback, an eyebrow raised. “Babe I think you’re asking the wrong person.”

never gets old by brawls (brawlite), ToAStranger | Stranger Things | Harringrove | 31k | WIP | Falling in love with a cam boy named KingSteve isn't the smartest thing Billy Hargrove has ever done, nor is it the most healthy -- but the good choice is rarely ever the fun choice, and Billy is all about living life fast and loose.

Gift Trapped by andavs | Teen Wolf | Sterek | 19k | There was a massive box, wrapped up prettily with red paper and a green bow, totally eclipsing the small Christmas tree Laura set up on his coffee table. The thudding heartbeat was coming from inside.

To the Sun by blacktofade | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane/Sara | 17k | Life is weird. Ten years after Unsolved ends, Shane’s married with a kid and Ryan accidentally bumps into him at a gas station in Illinois.

Tag Team by blacktofade | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane/Sara | 14k | Ryan participates in a charity date auction, much to his chagrin. Sara and Shane try to help.

October

only then i am human, only then i am clean by Macremae | EOS 10 | Ryan/Akmazian | 4k | There had never seemed to be a reason why everyone on station wanted to bang the living daylights out of Ryan. It was just... a thing. Space is black, stars are bright, and Ryan Dalias is attractive to literally everyone. The universe continues as normal.Except now it's laughing it's ass off, because turns out there was a reason after all.

(Almost Cool by blacktofade | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 30k | While filming the Yuma Territorial Prison episode, Shane gets bitten by what he thinks is a bat. Spoiler alert: it's not.)

low lays the devil by Spooks (agonizer) | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 19k | Keeping Ryan Bergara alive and safe is a full-time job, and Shane Madej has his work cut out for him.

Scratch by L1av | DBH | Hankcon | 71k | There's a virus killing androids. Hank and Connor are tasked with finding out what it is and why it's being made. When the virus is unwillingly uploaded into Connor's system, he learns there may be a desperate reason why androids want it. He can feel pain. And he likes it.

Ask a Compelling Question by TeamHPForever | The Magnus Archives | Martin/Jon Sims | 2k | “What are you thinking about?” Jon asks, his voice edged into a snap.Martin’s mouth opens and, entirely without his permission, words spill out. “I was thinking about what it would be like to kiss you.”

a clean break by Wildehack (tyleet) | The Magnus Archives | Georgie/Melanie | 1k | Georgie’s phone rings at work, and she almost doesn’t answer it.

ways to save the world by Wildehack (tyleet) | The Magnus Archives | Martin/Jonathan | 19k | “I left you,” Martin says softly.

Where Airy Voices Lead by Harvey_King (Delphi) | The Magnus Archives | Martin/Jon | 4k |  Five unsubstantiated encounters between Martin Blackwood and Jonathan Sims, and one that was captured on audio cassette.

the shape of your comfort, molded with care by ivelostmyspectacles | The Magnus Archives | Martin/Jon | 6k | “You didn’t like the sex, did you?”

Out Of His System by platoapproved | Raven Cycle | Noah/Ronan, Kavinsky/Ronan | 2k | Noah gives Ronan a quick and nasty handjob while dirty talking to him about Kavinsky, because that's what friends are for.

i'd bury diamonds just for you by desastrista | The Bright Sessions | Sam/Damien/Mark | 9k | Mark is photographing a band on tour, Sam is working at the AM, and Damien is still struggling to adjust to life without his abilities

strange bedfellows by spookykingdomstarlight | Star Wars | Finn/Kylo Ren | 4k | “Alas, the storm is come again! My best way is to creep under his gaberdine. There is no other shelter hereabouts. Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past.” - The Tempest, Act II, Scene II

The Denial Twist by beethechange | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 35k | Or, the one where Shane and Ryan have some really weird dreams and perhaps, eventually, some sex.

November

The Sun Dog by ambiguously | Star Wars | Finn/Ren/Rey | 5k | Finn and Rey, with their semi-prisoner Kylo Ren, attempt to meet up with the Resistance on a planet that has been taken over by monsters.

DELIGHTFUL FANVIDS

August

billy hargrove | fairly local.

(Marvel) MCU || In The End

battle royale [iw + endgame]

Multifandom || Can i keep you?

roman godfrey | bad guy.

Mr. Sandman | Multifandom

September

Iron Man & Captain America || Legends Are Made

Quentin & Eliot || There's a door somewhere

glitter & gold [bungou stray dogs amv]

(Marvel) Thor | Worthy

MARVEL || What if the Storm Ends? (collab w/ djcprod)

Marvel || I'm Only Human

DISNEY'S Motivational Video

(SW) Darth Vader | The Good In You

(Marvel) Peter Parker | Legacy

MultiFandom || Way Down We Go [200K]

Marvel || Destruction

October

The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt [Geralt Of Rivia] Tribute

The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Tribute ''Swallow Song" [HD]

►buzzfeed unsolved; GhostBusters™

👻 Buzzfeed Unsolved in Nutshell [IG edits]

👻buzzfeed unsolved; calling all the monsters

Dishonored GMV (Outsider tribute) - Dark Matter

Dishonored GMV Honor for all

Preacher ][ Play Dirty

【Assassin's Creed ｜Odyssey】Wires

👻 The Buzzfeed Unsolved Crack

👻 2 Unsolved 2 Crack

Pennywise | Toxic

2023 - Trailer (1917 Style)

Crowley Good Omens Cosplay Tik Tok Compilation

Joker

(Death Note) Yagami Light | The God of the New World

REYLO || WICKED GAME

Multi-Horror || Where is my mind?

November

MARVEL/DC - Runnin

THE WITCHER | MAIN TRAILER | NETFLIX

DELIGHTFUL MUSIC

August

It’s All Coming Back to Me Now - Celine Dion

Walk Through the Fire - Ruelle

Remember When - Bad Wolves

The High Road - Broken Bells

Hey Look Ma, I Made It - Panic! At the Disco

Season of the Witch - Lana del Rey

The Void - Muse

Dancing On My Own - Robyn

Lanterns Lit - Son Lux

Fire With Fire - AlicebanD

Hungover in the City of Dust - Autoheart

Everything I Need - Skylar Grey

Liquid Smooth - Mitski

Think - Kaleida

Swan Song - Dua Lipa

September

Eleventh Dimension - Julian Casablancas

Talk | Khalid

Interstellar soundtrack

Bird Song | Juniper Vale

For the Dancing and the Dreaming | Erutan

Paradise Valley | Honey and the Sting

My Hallelujah | Autoheart

Witchcraft | Vian Izak, Juniper Vale

Furthest Star | Dirt Poor Robins

October

Lots of ghost ambient music

The Ocean | Linnea Olsson

Play Dirty | Kevin McAllister

NFWMB | Hozier

Me and the Devil | Soap&Skin

Rhiannon | Fleetwood Mac

In the Woods Somewhere | Hozier

Wet Black Leaves (playlist)

The Cruel Prince

Pas De Deux - Michael Abels

Beach Walk - Michael Abels

I Got 5 On It (Tethered Mix) - Michael Abels

POSTED FIC

August

no more dreaming like a ghost | KH | Axel/Roxas | 813 words | He is in the kitchen, the stove top still warm under his thighs, and everything smells of cherries. The pie is cooling on the windowsill, the sun slanting in warm and buttery, and it is like a dream. A memory. A wish.

Cheers | DBH | Hankcon | 6,368 words | “Are you coming in or not?”Connor blinks, jerks his eyes up and away from those hands and-The bartender has blue eyes. They match the spinning LED at his temple perfectly.

September

N/A

October

bury a friend (try to wake up) | Stranger Things | Harringrove | 1,587 words | Steve digs up Billy’s body on a Tuesday.

won't be too soon 'til I say... goodnight moon | KH | Riku/Sora | 4,549 words |  The house was built in the fall of 1882.

you'll never know what hit you | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 5,379 words | "C’mon, ghost,” Shane urges. “Make all my dreams come true. Fuck me up, fam.”

make this chaos count | EOS 10 | Ryan/Akmazian | 724 words | “You really should stop looking for me,” Akmazian tells him, fingers creeping across Ryan’s ribcage, mapping the architecture of his ribs.

eat you up whole | The Witcher | Geralt/Regis | 2,527 words | “How many mouthfuls do you think I could take from you before it had some effect?” Regis whispers, lips against his throat. Geralt can feel the pinprick of fangs. “Four? Six? Ten? More, even?”

forget the horror here | DBH | Hankcon | 4,390 words | “Hello,” the android says, it’s chest heaving, the gleam of its heart brighter, bluer than before.

summoning demons (and other bad first date ideas) | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 3,868 words | “If I let you out of that circle,” Ryan says, slowly. “Are you going to eat me?”

Itch | The Magnus Archives | Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims | 1,440 words | The boneturner takes from him two ribs - one for him and one for Jon. 

the salt water sting | Dishonored | Corvo/Outsider | 2,163 words |  The ship wrecks several hundred miles off of the coast of Karnaca.

a skeleton of something more | SGA | Rodney/John | 3,072 words | “John?” he murmurs, still coasting on the pain. His head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton, if cotton were also made of glass.

in the woods somewhere | Teen Wolf | Derek/Stiles | 4,570 words | Stiles buys a house in Virginia.

Wake Up | The Magnus Archives | Martin/Jon | 550 words | “If you wake up,” Martin tells him, experimentally. “I won’t go through with it. You can tell me what a stupid idea it was, and we can laugh about it, and everything will be normal.”

Pas de Deux | KH | Axel/Roxas | 506 words | Roxas doesn’t remember what the sky looks like anymore.

try to wake up | Stranger Things | Harringrove | 1,226 words | They do not, in fact, bone down and praise Satan.

too late to come on home | LoZ | Gen | 1,391 words | “You look familiar,” the boy says in his strange, haunting voice. “Are you lost?”

patron saint of the lost causes | Harry Potter | Draco/Harry | 4,203 words | “Can’t you just, y’know,” he waves a hand and makes an obscene gesture, his cheeks flaring red. “Shag it out?”

wouldn't you like to see something strange? | Teen Wolf | Sterek | 1,571 words | “I’d say you make my heart pound, but well…” Stiles nods meaningfully to his chest, where if you look hard enough between the slots of his ribs, you can see the lump of muscle that once was his heart, pointedly not beating. “You know.”

the night is softly, sweetly calling | Teen Wolf | Sterek | 2,938 words | Here’s the thing that Stiles never tells the Hales: his mother was strange too.

Haunt | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 1,486 words |  Ryan couldn’t remember a time when the world didn’t believe in ghosts.

bite my tongue, bide my time | PJO | Nico/Percy(/Annabeth) | 1,376 words | “What’s wrong with you?” Nico asks, cowering when Percy places a gentle kiss on his collarbone.

Bird Song | Raven Cycle | Ronan/Adam, Gen | 1,445 words | On a dreary Sunday in early January, Ronan dreams himself a pair of wings.

kiss me hard until you're done | Star Wars | Reylo | 3,082 words | He looks up at her from under heavy lids, dark hair sweeping forward to frame his face. “May I have this dance?”

beauty in the dissonance | Marvel | Tony/Loki | 1,411 words |  When Tony dies, it isn’t for forever.

like real people do | Stranger Things | Harringrove | 2,808 words |  “I’ve got the sight, man,” he says with a small shrug. “And look, I feel for you. You’re dead and I’m not, and that sucks, but unless you’re planning on doing something about it, I’d really appreciate it if you could stop feeling me up and let me get back to sleep.”

i'd rather drown in your ocean | Naruto | Itachi/Shisui | 1,630 words |  The Uchihas are an odd sort. Everyone says so.

catch your breath | The Bright Sessions | Mark/Damien/Sam | 2,588 words | Mark had never assumed in a million years that he would ever see Damien again. He hadn’t factored in zombies.

Nightmare | The Magnus Archives | Martin/Jonathan | 1,424 words | “All right,” he says, taking Jon’s still outstretched hand. “Let’s give the dream what it wants.”

dreaming of the crash | Gravity Falls | Mabel & Dipper | 484 words | When the end of the world comes, they’re under the bed.

don't we love it now? | Kingdom Hearts | Sora/Riku/Kairi | 1,784 words |  When Kairi is eleven years old, she gets lost in the woods.

all this, and love too, will ruin us | Star Wars | Reylo | 1,102 words |  Rey is awake to watch the sunrise

November

WIPS | UNPUBLISHED | ORIGINAL

August

N/A

September

N/A

October

Not October 8 | Wolf 359 | Hera & Jacobi | 652 words |  When they land on Earth, Hera spends a week in a box.

FANMIXES/GRAPHICS

August

N/A

September

[wildsupernova]

complete masterlist

x reader prompt list | wattpad | ao3

long running series

cupid’s chokehold. | steve harrington x fem!oc

book length series. delphi walker’s world turned upside down when her brother was found dead. her entire life turned into a downward spiral into social suicide, from her mother’s self-destructive lifestyle and the steady loss of her best friend. when another boy goes missing a year later, she find herself caught in something far bigger than she ever knew, and she herself down a path to a brand new life.

short running series

summer, sun, and a smoking engine, pt 1

summer, sun, and a smoking engine, pt 2: summer nights

when your car breaks down on the side of the road in Hawkins Indiana, you don’t have many other options than to walk and get help. Thankfully, Steve Harrington is here to help.

prompt based oneshots

forget, but can’t forgive. | steve harrington x reader

angst prompt #13: “did you always know you were going to leave?”

counting calories. | steve harrington x reader.

trauma comfort prompt #13: “when was the last time you ate?”

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sex.

steve harrington always wanted a relationship with the quarterback’s girlfriend, but when he finally gets what he wants, it’s not exactly what he expected.

waiting for this.

by the time you realized you were in love with your best friend, it was too late. when he shows up to your apartment one night heartbroken and lonely, you make what could be a huge mistake.

roses, chocolates, and a heart shaped box.

VALENTINE'S DAY SPECIAL valentine’s day had always felt like a joke to you. nobody had ever taken the time to do anything nice for you, but when the sickeningly romantic steve harrington falls in love with you, of course you’ll have the best valentine’s day ever.

a movie i’ve seen before.

you can’t stop playing it out in your mind like it’s a movie. but the ending is always the same, no matter how many times you wish it would change.

and you loved me still

the memories of their summers together would haunt her for the rest of her life, always leaving her to wonder what could have been. steve never realized how important those memories were to him until he couldn’t forget it.