#johnathan pine fic

[thehiddlebum]

prompt 9 and 11 for either johnathan pine feeling burnt out during his shift while working at the Swiss Hotel or james conrad in the aftermath of skull island

also your miss independent fic piece was amazing <3

hello lovely, thank you! this is such a cute one, i chose pine because… well come on he’s my fave 😩 enjoy ! x

Sleepy

Summary: After a very long shift, you help your love get a well deserved nights rest.

Warnings: None, pure fluff, jonathan being a softie

Pairing: Jonathan Pine x female!reader or GN!reader

Prompts: ‘Your lover is snoring quietly and you can’t help but giggle because it’s so cute’ and ‘Laughing at their messy hair in the morning.’

The cold, snowy weather was the perfect setting for the Meisters Hotel in Zermatt, and it was your favourite weather.

You and your boyfriend of five years had recently moved here as Jonathan was needed for work, he was the night manager for the hotel and you worked as a chambermaid.

You didn’t mind it at all as it was good pay, and the fact that you got to see your beautiful man at work.

Every evening he wore the most stunning suits you’d ever seen, the shirts being tight-fitted around his arms and shoulders.

He just always looked so good.

You both usually slept during the day as Jonathan worked night shifts and you were needed early in the mornings, so he would wait for you to finish before driving you both back to your cabin.

However, today had been particularly busy as the hotel filled with guests arriving for their stay.

It was Jonathan’s job to get them checked in and assigned to their rooms, and assisting them with anything else they may need.

You’ve watched him do his job a couple of times and it’s fascinating how effortless it looks for him.

But today you had been at home resting all day (Jonathan’s orders), as he was asked to step in for someone who called in sick.

So that meant that he was covering both day and night shift, and you knew he would be exhausted by the end of it.

He had sent you a quick text saying ‘i should be finished around the same time as you, darling.’

You were due to start at 5 in the morning, and it was currently 4:15 so you headed to the front door and began the short walk to the hotel.

The sky was slowly getting lighter as the sun came up and when you reached the hotel, you walked through the revolving door and saw him.

He was typing on the computer behind the front desk whilst speaking to some guests, then leading them to the bar area as he put their bags behind the desk.

You could tell that he was trying to push through the exhaustion, but then as he looked up and met your gaze, you saw his lips part as he sighed.

You walked over to him and stepped behind his desk, resting your hands on his broad shoulders and rubbing them gently.

You heard him release a quiet ‘mmmh’ as he leaned his head back into your touch, “Not much longer now my love.”

You whispered in his ear and placed a delicate kiss on his temple, to which he smiled softly at.

“Thank you darling, I’ll meet you here in reception once you’re finished.” He said and leaned down to peck your lips gently.

You left him and went to change into your work clothes, and collected the cleaning supplies from the closet and got to work.

It took you about two hours to flip the hotel rooms over, ready for new guests that would be arriving today.

Changing back into your normal clothes that you arrived in, you left your work uniform in the closet and grabbed your handbag before making your way down to reception.

When you got there you saw Jonathan sat on one of the sofas in the middle of the room, scrolling through his phone.

As soon as he heard the elevator ping and the doors open he looked up to see you smiling at him.

You both left the Hotel hand in hand and got in your car, which Jonathan had drove to work the morning before.

Once you reached your cabin that you now call home, you both got in the shower together but you were both too tired to even try anything.

You poured some of the soap into your hands, rubbing them together and rubbed your hands all over Jonathan’s back and shoulders.

He melted into your touch and rested his head on your shoulder as you rubbed his back, and reaching up to grab the shower head and let the water fall down his back.

Then you squeezed some of his shampoo in your hands and ran it through his wet blonde locks, he closed his eyes as you worked your magic and you admired once again just how beautiful he was.

Once you rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, you quickly washed yourself as you knew he just needed to get into bed.

Stepping out of the shower together, you wrapped one towel around his waist and one around your middle.

You got a clean pair of boxers out for him and one of his T-shirts for yourself, and once you were both dry and changed you got into bed.

He collapsed onto the sheets with a big sigh and you scooted closer to his warm body, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his chest.

One of his hands rubbed your back slowly and the other rested behind your head, playing with your hair gently.

He placed a soft kiss on your forehead and you felt his breathing calm down, you snuggled closer into him as you could feel him falling asleep already.

Before you knew it, you felt his arms go limp and you smiled as you heard soft little snores escape from his lips.

As he let out quiet snores, you reached up and brushed some of his curls out of his face and pressed soft kisses on his cheeks.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his snoring as it was so cute, and you were just so glad that he could get some well needed sleep.

You woke up hours later and it was gone 2 in the afternoon, and you naturally reached out for Jonathan and felt that his sleeping body was still there.

You pulled him gently into your arms and held his head against your chest, wrapping your arms around him and snuggling under the weight of him.

You heard him groan softly as he buried his head in your neck, pecking your skin lightly and your tan your fingers through his messy locks.

He finally gained enough strength to lift his head and he pouted his lips as if asking for a kiss.

You giggled and granted him his wish, softly kissing those perfect pink lips of his to which he hummed in delight at.

Once you pecked his lips one more time, you pulled away to look at him and when you did a laugh escaped your lips.

“What?” His raspy voice spoke as he furrowed his brows.

“Nothing… it’s just your hair.”

He narrowed his eyes at you and you couldn’t help but chuckle more at the sight.

He went to bed with wet hair so that made it even more messy, but it was just all over the place.

His normal slicked back blonde locks were now all curly and flicked in different directions, but he still looked like a literal god.

“Stop laughing,” He said with a smirk on his face and it only made you laugh more.

You cupped his cheeks with both of your hands and softly kissed him again, resting your forehead on his.

“I’m sorry baby, you just look so cute.” You stroked his hair and he smiled.

“I’ll show you ‘cute’…” He pushed himself up on his hands and began to attack your neck with kisses, slowly making his way down your middle which had you erupting with laughter as he tickled your sides.

A/N: oh how much i wish this was real 😭

[thornmaui]

I really need a TMA/ Mechs fanfic where not only are Johnathan Sims and Jonny D’Ville the same person and Martin is hopelessly pining after both without realizing it, but Martin also writes Mechs fanfic. Specifically crack fics (we respect our ace fam in this household). That Jonny and the band read RELIGIOUSLY. With at least one anonymous/ unknowing interaction both ways (like a concert where Martin doesn’t realize or a livestream Q&A sesh thing where Martin goes on chat to ask questions and they reveal they read the fanfic etc). I can’t find anything like it but I just KNOW with Martin’s poetry he’d be all in the fanfic scene and I WANT IT.

[mythtakxn]

Steddie Fic Ideas (that i'll never write)

this was originally a thread on my twitter. if you want to use an idea credit me. thx :)

invisible touch

Steve and ghost Eddie, or alternately Eddie is stuck in the Upside Down and is communicating with Steve somehow.

to be with you, my desire (burning like a house on fire)

This could be anything really. But Steve obnoxiously pining after Eddie and not saying anything for the longest time. Slow burn, obviously.

so glad we almost made it (so sad they had to fade it)

Maybe Eddie still dies in the Upside Down, and this is Steve and Eddie's interactions. Filling in gaps from the show. with more flirting (obviously) and still a sad ending.

sometimes love can be mistaken for a crime.

Something smutty. Very 80s. Period appropriate homophobia, and Steve working through his internalized issues. (I just wanted to use George Michael lyrics tbh)

you're out of touch, i'm out of time (but i'm out of my head when you're not around)

Eddie is stuck in the Upside Down, cause they left his body there. But he's not dead, not a vampire. Steve realizes he misses his. Sad/angsty with a good ending. OR Eddie is in a coma after being dragged from the Upside Down, and is still able to communicate with the party somehow. Steve realizes his feelings for Eddie while they sort this out, and he hides it from the group. Sad/angsty with a good ending.

drowning in drunk sincerity

Steve and Eddie both have feelings for each other, but they won't admit it. They're friends and usually just hang out and drink (after Hellfire/they both drive the kids home.) And they only seem to be honest with each other while they're drinking. They admit their feelings eventually. Angst with a good ending.

your smoke in my hair, hot and dirty like the LA air. (that face baby, it ain't fair)

Eddie survives, and most of the party move away. Nancy goes to college, Johnathan pursues his photography. Eddie works on his music and moves to Cali with the government's hush money. (All of them got money.) And Eddie runs into Steve and thinks he is the most gorgeous person. They reconnect after not talking for awhile after all the incidents of the Upside Down.

[staygoldwriting]

🎄 Last Christmas

Steve Harrington x reader

Warnings: just fluff! A little pining but a happy ending

Word count: ~1.4k

A/N: Merry Christmas, you guys! I thought I’d mix it up and post a Steve fic for today. I’m sending you all lots and lots of love and merry wishes! Please show love and support as always, and I hope you enjoy this fic! ❤️✨

You plopped down on the couch, throwing your legs over Steve’s lap as you handed him the mail. You two were neighbors, but, being best friends, you might as well have moved in with each other. It was your turn to get the mail, so you sorted through everything, putting it into four categories: yours, Steve’s, junk, and bills. You both had identical envelopes from Nancy Wheeler, and you peered at them curiously.

“You open it,” he encouraged.

“It’s a Christmas party invitation,” you said quietly, looking at the cardstock decorated with gold lettering and designs. “She’s hosting it with Johnathan at their new house,” you said slowly, watching Steve’s face for a reaction. He dragged his hands across his face and sighed.

“Well, I guess it would be rude not to go,” he said flatly.

“We don’t have to, I can see how it could be hard,” you said quietly. 

“I just don’t really understand why I could never get over the breakup, I mean, I don’t want to be with Nancy anymore, but everything about the breakup just felt so…”

“Unexpected?” you finished.

“Yeah, exactly. I mean, one year, she’s got my heart, my love, my everything, and then she just gives it all away.”

“You’re like Last Christmas,” you said, sort of regretting letting such a ridiculous thought slip out.

“I guess so,” he sighed, then looked at you with a smile. “Great song, though.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” you smiled. “It’s my favorite.”

“Mine too. So, should we go? Maybe I’ll find my ‘someone special’ to save me from my tears this year,” he said, moving your legs so he could go to the kitchen.

“Yeah, I wonder where she is,” you said quietly, feeling deflated as you wished you could be that girl.

“What did you say?” Steve called from the kitchen. 

“Oh, nothing, forget about it,” you quickly replied. “We should probably get a gift, though.”

Steve stood in the doorway and frowned. “Yeah, I guess so. Root beer or Coke?” he asked, holding the options up.

“Coke, please,” you replied. “Do you want to go in on one big present together?”

“I guess,” he said, sitting down and putting your legs back on his lap. “Like what though? Pots?” he joked.

You chuckled. “It’s not a bad idea! How about a crock pot?”

“A crock pot?” Steve asked, looking skeptical.

“Why not? Would you rather get something more personal?”

“Definitely not!”

“So, it’s settled?”

“Settled. I’ll get one tomorrow.”

-🎄-

“Well, look at you, Miss Beautiful!” Steve beamed as you came out of your room. You had chosen to wear a red long-sleeved dress for the night, and your hair was in an updo. You smiled and blushed bashfully as you did a little twirl, suddenly feeling much more confident.

“You’re looking rather dashing yourself, Handsome,” you winked, holding his extended hand. “Shall we?”

“We shall,” Steve smiled, kissing your hand.

As you two sat down in the car, Steve tapped on the steering wheel, occasionally breathing a little heavier. He loosened his tie, rolled his window up and down, and constantly checked himself in the mirror. Finally, you rested a hand on his shoulder.

“Steve, are you sure you’re okay? I am more than happy to be your support throughout the night, even if it means not going.”

“No, no, I think it’s important that we go,” Steve said. “I just don’t understand why she invited me to this, doesn’t she know how I feel?”

“I actually don’t know,” you said, thinking to yourself. “I’ve talked to her about you before, and she talks about you like a friend more than an ex-boyfriend. Maybe she just likes your company.”

“Maybe. Why were you two talking about me?” he asked.

“Oh, no reason, just the usual chatting,” you said, trying to brush off your actual purpose. You wanted to make sure Nancy wasn’t hung up on Steve, even though it had been years. 

“Hm. Well, I guess there’s no turning back now,” Steve said in defeat as he pulled into the driveway. He looked at the lawn and sucked his teeth. 

“It’ll be okay,” you said, resting a hand on his. “I’ll stick by your side the whole time, promise.”

“You better, I’d be lost without you, Y/N.”

-🎄-

“You came!” Nancy exclaimed. “It’s so great to see you both. Y/N, I love your dress! Here, come get some food, you guys,” she said, motioning to the table. 

Jonathan, Robin, Eddie, Argyle, and Will were sitting around the table already, enjoying some drinks. You and Steve said hi to everyone and sat down next to each other, and Johnathan reached over to fill your glasses.

“I’m so glad you all were able to make it,” he smiled. “It means a lot.”

“We wouldn’t miss it,” Steve smiled back, holding your hand gently. Robin shot a suspicious look at him, and he scowled. 

“You guys sure have become close, haven’t you?” she said slyly.

“Well, we are neighbors,” you said. “It’s hard for me to avoid him, believe me, I’ve tried!” you joked.

You looked over to see Steve’s reaction, but he was looking at Nancy and Johnathan sitting close together. He sighed, and you rubbed his hand a little bit. You caught his attention, and as he looked over at you, he smiled softly and bumped your shoulder with his. 

“Oh! We got you a gift, but I left it in the car! Excuse me for a moment,” you said, standing up and grabbing your purse. As you rushed out, Eddie was whispering to Robin, who was smirking widely.

“So, Miss Buckley and I have been talking,” Eddie said smoothly, “and it seems that you and Miss L/N have become close.”

“Quite close,” Robin added.

“Oh please, you guys, stop,” Steve said, trying to hide his blush.

“Man, don’t deny the love you have right in front of you,” Argyle added, “embrace it, man! Embrace it.”

“Embrace what?” you asked as you walked in with the big box.

“Here, let me help you,” Steve said, grabbing the box from your arms. “And nothing, they were just being funny.”

“Oh, okay,” you smiled. “Nancy, Jonathan, we bought this for you as a housewarming present! Where should we put it?”

“Oh, that’s so kind of you, thank you!” Nancy said. “You can just put it on the coffee table.”

“Got it,” Steve smiled as he walked away.

“A joint present, huh?” Robin said, tapping her chin. 

“I smell a courtship, perhaps even a relationship?” Eddie replied.

“Oh, come on, you two, Steve doesn’t see me that way,” you said solemnly. 

“Y/N,” Will said softly. “I’ve never seen someone look at another person the way Steve looks at you. It’s filled with admiration and warmth.”

“You’re sweet, Will, but I think my case is hopeless,” you said softly.

“We’ll see about that,” Eddie grinned.

-🎄-

“Well, this has been an amazing night, thank you all so much for coming,” Jonathan said. 

“Of course, and congratulations again!” Robin smiled as she gave him and Nancy a hug. 

“You ready to head out?” Steve asked you quietly, and you nodded. 

As you two gave your goodbyes and walked to the door, Eddie rushed forward.

“Wait! Look!” he gasped, pointing up. You and Steve looked up to see a mistletoe above you both. You and Steve both blushed.

“It’s tradition!” Robin sang.

“Steve, you don’t have-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Steve kissed your lips sweetly. You kissed him back, leaning forward as his hand cupped your cheek. You felt giddy, and you both waited for what seemed like forever to end the kiss. As you did, your eyes fluttered open and you smiled at Steve, then remembered everyone was in front of you two and saw everything, and you blushed, hiding your face. Steve chuckled as he pulled you into his chest. 

“That was a long time coming,” Argyle said plainly, making you both laugh. 

“I knew it,” Will whispered, smiling softly.

“I didn’t know you felt the same way,” you breathed, looking back at Steve, smiling brightly. 

“Of course I do,” he smiled softly, “I told you I’d find my ‘someone special’,” he smirked as he kissed you again.

-🎄-

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Strange Magic (Prt. 2)

Part One:

Billy x OC Kate.

It's not very much an original idea, I think almost everyone has a story like this in all honesty. But it loosely follows the end of season two and (loosely) all of season three. 

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A sea of green and white pooled together. Coach was trying to give some inspirational speech. The boys were too busy snickering about the new body that had crouched into their huddle. Kate, of course it was Kate. She had, what Billy assumed, Harrington's sneakers in her hands tying the laces into complicated knots, Harrington was nowhere to be seen. 

Billy had come fresh out of his pre-game shower. He puffed out his shirtless chest, flexing his abs as he hooked his thumb into the towel around his waist pushing it down slightly. Kate's eyes flickered up from her task. 

"So, get me my damn win! What the everliving fuck are you doing in the boys locker room Torrance?" He shouted, noticing her. 

"Steve?" She shrugged. 

"Yeah? Where is he?!" Coach asked back. Kate shrugged again, going back to her tying.

"I dunno." He snatched the shoes from her. 

"Get out." Kate held up her hands in surrender, leaving quickly. Coach pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head, "Let me remind you all that there are no girls allowed in the boys locker room, you wanna meet up before the game, do so in the gym." Harrington chose that moment to come running through the door. 

"I'm here! I'm here Coach!" He panted. Coach passed him the jumbled mess that was his shoes. 

"Your girlfriend has been by." Steve looked at the laces in shock. Coach patted him harshly on the shoulder as he walked out of the locker room. Everyone broke apart to ready themselves for the game.

"Jesus. She's a hellcat." Billy loomed over him as he struggled to untie the complicated knots, "Plenty of bitches in the sea means go for the bitches, leave the real women for the real men, Harrington." 

"Yeah? Well, then we're both out of luck aren't we?" Steve asked in return. Billy chuckled. 

"What did you do to her anyways?" 

"What?" 

"Come on amigo, she's been on you all week." 

"Haven't a clue what you're talking about." 

"Let's see Monday she jammed your locker, Tuesday she hid you keys, and now today she's fucked with your shoes." 

"You sure do pay a lot of attention to me." Steve snapped. Billy chuckled,

"Nah, just so happens the hottest piece of ass in the school has taken a particularly spiteful interest in you." Steve launched off the bench into his face. 

"She is not a piece of ass." He growled out, "She deserves so much better than you." 

"Like who, you?" Tommy cackled from across the locker room, "Why don't you peep who she's hanging out with in the bleachers. How sorry in the sheets do you have to be for Byers to take both of your girls?" 

"Kate's not my girl, never was." Steve growled. Tommy laughed ruefully. 

"Yeah, you never could pull her could you? What has it been, eight years of pining and begging?" 

"Got a word of the day calendar for Christmas?" Harrington taunted, "Pining's a hard word for you, Tommy." 

Coach grunted, coming into the locker room, "You boys break it up and get a move on." 

xXx

"Let me see." Kate held her hand out for the camera. Johnathan handed it to her and she turned it around in her hand, she leaned back into Johnathan, snapping their picture. 

The kid from the opposite team, shot and missed, Johnathan pulled her away from the incoming ball, it hit the gym wall behind them and rolled back onto the court, Billy stopped it with his foot. The buzzer blew for halftime and the kid stopped in front of Kate and Johnathan. Billy watched as she looked at the kid like he had two heads, then she started to laugh. The kid stormed away, shoving past Billy at the halfcourt line. 

"Fucking cunt!" The kid snarled. Billy snatched him up by the front of his jersey. 

"What the fuck did you just say?" 

"No no! Not you man, that bitch over there." 

"That woman is mine." Billy snarled back at him. The ref came and pulled them apart, pushing Billy to the bench. 

Coach railed into him about starting a fight. As soon as he left a body slid onto the bleacher behind him. 

"Hey!" He turned to look at Kate, "Thank you." Billy chuckled ruefully. 

"What makes you think that was about you?" He asked darkly. 

"You just conveniently decided to grab him right after he was hitting on me?" 

"Yeah, I did." 

"I don't believe you. Maybe Max was right, you're secretly a nice person." She pushed herself up and over the railing, kissing his cheek before disappearing again. The next time Billy saw her she was tucked under Byers arm in the cold parking lot, laughing about something. He sped past them as he was leaving. His Camaro kicked gravel towards Byers' shitty car. 

xXx

Everywhere he looked Kate and Byers were attached at the hip. The little shit even waited for her outside of class. All the way up until graduation. 

Billy stood in the field house bathroom, trying to make that stupid cap look good without flattening his perm. The door was cracked open and Billy was about to shout at them to leave when Max called out. 

"Billy? Are you dressed?" 

"Beat it Shithead!" But the door was pushed open anyways. Max popped her head in peeking through the fingers covering her eyes. 

"I think he has his clothes on." She called out to someone else.

"Max." A sweet voice laughed, Kate pushed the door open further stepping in. "Lock the door as you leave." Kate called back to Max. The door swung closed and her pretty eyes looked up into his. 

"Hiya Hollywood." The girls were ordered to wear black unpatterned dresses underneath their gowns and the men white button downs and black slacks. Kate stood before him in a short white dress with long lace sleeves. 

"Is that a fucking wedding dress?" 

"Yep! I'm officially marrying my freedom!" Her smile was blindingly beautiful. Billy turned ruefully toward the mirror. 

"Bet that Byers kid creamed his pants." Billy fussed with his cap more. Suddenly Kate was between him and the sink. 

"Here." She whispered quietly. She started taking pins and pinning the cap in place. "Max said you didn't want to mess up your hair." Billy toyed with the extra charm she added onto her tassel, "It's from a bracelet my grandma had, she couldn't be here."

"What does Max not tell you about me?" Billy grunted. Kate smiled softly. 

"I think she's trying to play matchmaker." Kate fussed with his curls that hung across his forehead. "There you look perfect." She stepped aside so he could see in the mirror, he watched as she slipped the green robe on. Somewhere out on the football field Higgins began his speech and they both left the restroom, hurrying quickly to line up with their classmates on the running track. Harrington waved at Kate and Billy shoved his way in between them. 

Soon they were calling them by name as they crossed the small metal stage set up on the field. 

"Mr. Steve Harrington."

 Kate whooped and whistled behind him. Harrington looked back briefly, smiling. From the bleachers the child army cheered for their friend. 

"Mr. William Hargrove." There was a scattered clapping and cheering, but not from the stands. His father was nowhere to be found, Max stood near the track clapping for him while her friends hugged Harrington. 

"Miss Katherine Torrance." The bleachers erupted. Harrington, Byers, Max, all of her little demon spawn children and their families cheered and clapped for their loyal babysitter. Billy stalled at the end of the two metal steps, watching, Kate strolled across the state like she was a movie star. When she got to the steps he held out an arm to help her down. 

"Oh. Thank you!" There was a rush of bodies, Kate being pushed away as girls circled Billy to ask about what college he was headed to and other stupid shit. 

"Are you going back to California? I've always wanted to see California." Carol batted her lashes at him. He felt fingers in his hair, was about to shove the hussy away and find Kate, when he realized it was Kate. She was nimbley and discreetly pulling pins from his hair. All but the one, she wiggled it some so Billy would know where it was in his hair. 

“If no one else has said it today, I'm proud of you.” She whispered to him, then she slipped back away.

"Graduating class of '85," a hush went over the crowd all except for Carol who squealed at Billy's side. There was a snort laugh from behind him and Billy turned his head to see Kate smirking and shaking her head at Carol's back. "you may move your tassels." She motioned, pulling the last pin before a whooping went over the crowd of graduates and everyone started throwing their caps into the air. Billy pulled the last pin and tossed his cap. A different one collided with his and something small and shining broke off of it landing in his upturned hat on the ground. 

Holy shit. 

That Byers kid rushed up picking up Kate's cap, which had tumbled away from Billy's. Billy grabbed his cap off the ground, discreetly dropping the charm into his palm before tucking the cap under his arm. 

He chatted with Carol and the other girls on the field watching as Kate, Byers, and mini Byers walked slowly along searching the grass.  

His heart sank just a bit at the end of the night, the kids were circling around Kate as she leaned against her car. It was obvious she had been crying, her jaw was set and her eyes red. The boys ran off, calling for Hopper and Byers' mom, leaving Kate with just Max and a little further off an older woman stood with her arms crossed tapping her foot.

Fuck, did this stupid little silver heart mean that much? 

"Katherine, seriously. You are so over dramatic." The older woman that looked oddly like Kate walked away throwing her hands up as she got into an expensive looking BMW. Billy made his way over, Kate's red rimmed eyes looked up into his. 

"Billy. Five more minutes please." Max sighed. 

"Why are you crying?" Billy ignored Max. Kate's head dropped, staring at the gravel.

"It's nothing Billy." Kate shook her head not looking at him. 

"You're crying." He cocked a brow at her, "You don't cry." 

"Or maybe you don't know me." She crossed her arms and she was still not looking at him. Suddenly Harrington was there, shoving past Billy. 

“Katie.” Harrington sighed at her, “Just- don't punch me too hard.” He muttered before hugging her tightly to his chest. The rest of the entourage came running and it was a flurry of voices and tight hugs for Kate from the Byers' mom. “It was just Charlotte being Charlotte I'm fine I shouldn't expect anything from her.” she sighed quietly, in Mrs. Byers arms. 

Joyce jostled her shoulder, “Let's head home, I can make you your favorite.” She promised. Kate smiled, nodding, “Max you and your brother can come too,” she smiled at Billy holding her hand out to him. “Hi, I'm Joyce, Jonathan and Will’s mom.” 

“Mrs. Byers I don't think Hargrove wants to come hang out with us he's probably got a party to go to.” Steve really should have kept his mouth shut.

“That sounds lovely Mrs. Byers, I'd be honored.” Billy smiled. Everyone looked at him in shock. 

“Well good!” 

Everyone split up going to their respective cars. 

“I don't need you as a wingman.” Billy told Max as she buckled her seat belt. The girl smiled slightly. 

“Just saying, it's working.”

Except Kate wasn't there when they pulled up. Billy lingered outside waiting for her while he smoked and Max hung out with her friends inside. 

The door creaked open behind him and Mrs Byers stepped out.

“Any sign of Kate?” She asked, looking up to the sky. The wind had been picking up and it had turned very cloudy. Billy shook his head and Mrs. Byers touched his arm. “If I tell you where she is, can you go get her for me?” 

“Shit.” Kate muttered, she had just walked out of her house about to head to the Byers. The sky was turning that weird off green color and the wind was shaking the trees around her. The tornado siren went off and just as she was about to call Joyce a Camaro roared into her driveway. 

“What are you doing here?!” Kate shouted at Billy. 

“Looking for you! What is that noise!?” Kate blinked at him in shock.

“The tornado siren, come on!” She nodded for him to come inside. Billy hurried up the steps, following her into the house as the rain began to pour. He followed the sound of a phone ringing. 

“Yeah Billy just pulled up. No, I haven't seen anything yet.” She nodded as she reached up into a cabinet and pulled down batteries, “We’re headed into the shelter now.” There was a long pause as everything around them seemed to be rattling, “We have to go, I love you Mom.” And she hung up the phone. She grabbed Billy's hand in hers without a word. The power around them flickered.

Out the back door and into a storm cellar. The wind whipped around them and they had to pull hard to get the door to shut. Kate latched it quickly, shoving her entire weight into getting the rusty metal bar into place. 

“That will hopefully hold.” she popped the batteries into the old flashlight and smacked it against her hand twice.

“Hopefully?” Billy asked. 

“Ever been through a tornado?” Kate asked with a sigh. Billy shook his head. “We’re in for a night.” 

Everything around them rattled with the thunder, it had been an hour by Billy's watch. Billy was sitting on an old wooden chair, leaned up against on of the cool cement walls, Kate was on a camping cot that she pulled out of closet space, and the flashlight sat on the floor pointed up the the ceiling to give them light.

"Thought you were mad at your mom?" Billy asked.

"I'm always mad at Charlotte." Kate answered.

"Still told her you loved her."

"... That was Joyce on the phone." Kate hesitantly answered, "But I do still love my mom no matter how much she pisses me off or the fact that I've never actually meant anything to her."

“That can't be comfortable.” Billy muttered. She was still in that wedding dress. 

“It's not.” She answered back. Suddenly Billy's white button up flew through the air landing on top of her head. She sat up quickly staring at where Billy leaned back in the chair with his eyes closed. 

“Sleeping there isn't going to be comfortable either.” Kate spoke up. “Come over here with me.” Billy cracked a smirk. 

“Already asking me to jump in bed with you?” 

“Shut up Hargrove. I'm just trying to be nice, not invite you into my pants.” Billy opened his eyes to answer with a cocky comment but the words died in his throat. Kate was focused on getting the little buttons in the correct eyelets or she would have noticed how he drooled over her gorgeous body. Billy closed his eyes back quickly. “Seriously,” he peeked and she was sitting back on the cot dressed. “Don't kill yourself sleeping in that chair all night.”

The wind was still roaring around them like crazy, thunder and rain pounding into their heads. The cot creaked under Billy's weight as he slipped in behind Kate. 

“Billy?” She asked sleepily. She turned over on the cot, burying her nose in his chest. “Billy.” She confirmed softly, snuggling into his arms. 

“Yeah, I'm right here crazy girl.” Billy ran his hands along her soft skin, remembering how soft she felt in his arms, "I'm right here." He sighed pulling her close and closing his eyes.

And Billy wishes for this exact moment back once morning comes. 

“Kate!” Harrington’s frantic voice wakes them, “Katie?!” and Kate rushed up the five small steps to the door, pushing the old lock open, Billy bitterly missed the rust that had made that lock so hard to close last night. She goes to push open the door but it stops with a sudden loud slam. 

“Steve! I can't get the door open.” Kate shouts, “Billy.” She turns back to him, her eyes asking for help and he joins her on the steps. Harrington sounds further away and Billy can tell that she's starting to panic. 

“Yo! Harrington we’re in here!” His voice booms out. There's a rush of footsteps. 

“Oh shit. Kate there's a huge tree limb in the way I'm going for help.” and Kate was reaching through the gap, Billy watched past her head as someone took ahold of her fingers, squeezing gently, “I'll be right back I promise.” And slowly Harrington pulled out of her grasp. 

“Where's all the 'love' Harrington usually receives?” Billy asked, a bit bitterly. 

“He's trying to get us out of here.” She said as if that answered everything. 

“No, he's trying to get you out. I didn't hear him yelling my name.” 

“Look Billy, we’re friends-”

Billy laughed bitterly, high on jealousy, “I'm not your friend sweetheart.” 

“Well I'm yours, so you can deal with it but I'm never not going to be your friend. Steve has been with me for the good, the bad, and the amazing. I bully him, I do mean shit because that's how I express my love for him. If you wanna stick around with me; Steve, Johnathan, Nancy, and the kids are a part of that package.” Billy grunted in response and Kate bumped her shoulder into his, “That doesn't mean you have to play Mr. Rogers around them, just know that if you want me they'll be around too.” 

“So I can still kick his ass?” Billy asked, raising a brow. Kate looked at him in disbelief before rolling her eyes. 

“Just let him keep all his teeth, and kick his ass for a reason, don't just punch him for fun.” 

“So let me get this straight now, you've got Byers strung along and Harrington?” Billy asked, leaning back away from her. Kate laughed loudly.

“Ok no, Steve was or is dating Nancy Wheeler. He will never not be in love with her though. Jonathan is also madly in love with Nancy and has been since middle school. Neither of those guys would ever be into me and honestly, I think that's for the best.” 

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” 

“I'm not good for anyone.” Kate picked at her nails, “Nancy is solid and steady, don't get me wrong she is a fucking badass. But she's the kind of girl everyone needs. I'm brash and I do dumb shit without thinking. I'm more likely to get pissed off and burn down the house than make dinner.” Billy shrugged his shoulders. 

“That's what takeout is for.” He mumbled and Kate smiled nudging his boot with her foot. 

“Is that an offer?” She asked, snickering. 

“No.” Billy answered. 

“One day, when we’re closer friends, I want to hug you.” 

“In your dreams, crazy girl.” It was quiet for a bit, “What did Harrington do?” 

“Hmm?” 

“It's got to be more than, you just bullying him because that's ‘how you show your love', what did he do?” 

“He destroyed my sandcastle.” 

“What the fuck?!” 

“Around the time when we were six, the Harrington’s invited my mom and me to go with them to the lake. Mom sent me with them, I took my sand toys. I made an epic sandcastle, like an actual sand fortress around me. Steve fucking Harrington, walks up to me on what little sand we have near the lake and goes, ‘Do you know what my favorite animal is? Jellyfish.’ and he poked a hole through one of the walls.” Billy turned looking at her in disbelief, “And then he says, ‘Do you know what my second favorite animal is? Kraken.’ and he starts smashing my sandcastle. I spent my entire day making that thing, it was huge.”

“You bully Harrington over a sandcastle?” 

“Yup.” From somewhere outside of the shelter voices echoed.

“Wait wait wait!” Came Max’s voice, “Billy's with her.” 

Billy threw his hands up shouting, “Why does that matter shit bird!” Kate knew why it mattered, El. El was going to lift the tree limb, “Just tie a rope around the damn thing and use Harrington’s car!” 

“Where's your keys, Hargrove? Let's fuck up your bumper.”

“Guys stop, all of you just grab an end and start pulling,” Kate suggested, “Me and Billy will push from this side and the branch should move enough to let us out.” El, work your magic but don't over do it. 

“Oh… oh! Okay! Yeah good game plan!” Steve realized after a minute.

“They're so stupid.” Billy muttered, bracing his hands against the door. 

“Yeah,” Kate responded, bracing herself against the door as well, “but they're our stupid idiots.” 

The branch groaned as it was slowly dragged across the ground and as soon as the gap was wide enough Harrington was reaching in pulling Kate out. Billy shoved his way out next and Max practically tackled him to the ground. 

“You’re okay.” She hugged him tighter as he tried to shove her off. Kate was wrapped up tightly in Byers’ arms, who was looking at Hargrove with an eat shit look. 

“Don't get your panties in a twist, I didn't do anything she didn’t ask for.” Billy bit at him. Kate gave him a look.

"Billy offered me his shirt so I could take the dress off." The kids rushed her next hugging her and Billy started to walk away.

“Thank you,” Johnathan called out, “For taking care of my... Kate." he stuttered looking embarrassed.

“Same. Max?” 

“I'm gonna help clean up, Mom knows. Your dad had to shelter in place at work, he won't be home until tonight.” 

“Billy you don't have to go.” Kate tried, Billy shrugged leaving anyways. 

Steve, Johnathan, and the kids began pitching in to help clean up the debris on the property. The house was barely touched but there were leaves, grass, dirt, and bits of trees everywhere.

"That was Max's brother?" El's quiet voice asked from behind her as Kate swept the porch. She turned to the young girl who was looking down the road in the direction Billy had gone.

"Why? You think he's cute?" She wiggled her eyebrows at the young girl.

"He's pretty to look at. Like art." El mumbled.

"Really pretty." Kate agreed.

"Whose really pretty?" Max asked, coming out of the house.

"You." Kate responded. Max put a hand to her chest, batting her lashes sarcastically.

"No for real." She straightened and Kate smiled softly at her.

El giggled out, "Billy."

"Uug! Gross!" Max responded, looking at El horrified while shoving at her shoulder gently. Max leaned in quickly whispering something to El, whose eyes widened and locked in on Kate before turning her head and nodding quickly.

"I think that's smart." Both girls ran away.

"Hey!" Kate called after them, "Me and Billy are friends! Nothing more! Stop trying to play Cupid!"

But Kate smiled at their antics and for a moment she looked down the road hoping Billy's blue Camero would come roaring back.

And folks, we are onto season 3! Which of course means

Golden Titties!!!!

Me AF^^^^

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September and October Fic Recs!

The end of my September/whole of October ended up being very very very busy so I decided to compress these two months into one! I didn’t get to read quite as much as I wanted to, but when I did have a moment for it, these fics served as much needed breaks from a pretty heavy workload. Check them out and enjoy!

None of these fics are mine! They’re recommendations of other people’s work I’ve read throughout the month(s). Recs are below the cut

Marvel

Sam Wilson

I’ve got time, I’ve got love by @rodrikstark

A really sweet fic with a very stressed out and anxious reader and our very own Captain America. Sam is so loving and caring in this fic and it was SUCH a good read.

Natasha Romanoff

Meet the Avengers by @ghostofskywalker

A sweet and fluffy Nat fic where she shows SERIOUS heart eyes for the reader! We loving seeing secret dating come to light, it’s always an adorable time

Daniel Sousa

Fighting for Us by @ghostofskywalker

A TRULY adorable fic with Daniel and reader, I absolutely LIVE for fics with confessions of feelings and (as usual with Tori) this one is SO well written!! Daniel is one of my faves too, which makes this an extra fun read.

Jack Thompson

By your side by @writeroutoftime

An ADORABLY fluffy fic of Jack and the reader finally finding a way to get married (with a little help from Peggy) despite the SSR throwing everything possible in their way. SO cute

Peggy Carter

The Agent Next Door by @ghostofskywalker

Straight up one of my favorite fics I’ve ever read. Fantastic energy and interactions between Peggy, Jack, and Daniel, and such an adorable flustered Peggy around her crush. Fantastic fic and a serious must-read

Harry Osborn

So Much It Hurts by @shaded-echoes

Technically more of a tasm!Peter Parker angst than a Harry Osborn x reader, although that is the relationship in the fic. Angst, but SO good and SO well written, omg. I’m not usually an angst person but I absolutely loved this fic. Really good story and a really talented writer

Star Wars

Obi-Wan Kenobi

So Close Yet So Far by @ghostofskywalker

The origin of my new favorite trope that I didn’t know existed before now. It’s childhood best friends but in the Jedi Order, which is a uniquely special thing to me. Literally so soft and omg, I love it so much

Anakin Skywalker

Heights by @degreeinsimping

Literally a freaking ADORABLE fic with Anakin taking care of a reader who’s got a crush on him when they’re scared of heights. So fluffy and cute and Anakin is written super well! Love him and this fic

Top Gun

No Specific Pairing

Squadron Disney Trip Headcanons by @mouseymagines

Funny, adorable, and super fitting headcanons of a full-squad Disney trip. Absolutely love to see fluffy headcanons like this. I just wanna see the squad hang out and have fun, yk? Also LOVE imagining going to Disney with them

DC

Johnathan Crane

Untitled by @madame-fear

A freaking ADORABLE fic involving a rescue of reader from a spider, one of my favorite tropes since it is very relatable to my own life lol. Such a cute and also really well written fic!

Harry Potter

Sirius Black

Hey Stranger by @robynlilyblack

I was literally squealing at how adorable this fic is!! Very cute relationship and interactions with Sirius and the reader and some FANTASTIC Marauders + Lily and Harry vibes. Screw canon I want this lol!

A Court of Thorns and Roses

Uncle!Cassian x Toddler!Nyx

Walking Through Velaris on a Chilly Night by @fawnandshadows

A very sweet and fluffy little oneshot of Cassian being a good uncle to his adventurous baby nephew. Literally so cute and SUCH good fall vibes

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Keep My Hand in Yours by @harringtown

Some really sweet fluff for our boy Steve! Cuddling, Steve feeling loved and safe, mutual pining and a confession of love - what more could you ask for!

[hellcheerficdatabase]

my little bit of something blue

Author: @cyraclove

Rating/Warning: Explicit

Chapter Count: 1/2

Description:

“You, um…you said something about Nancy?”

“Yeah, right. Yeah. You hear about her and Byers?”

Eddie had gone on to explain that Johnathan called not only to tell him about the engagement, but to ask if he’d be a groomsman. There had been a subtle shift in his attitude towards the whole thing when Chrissy said that she’d already agreed to be one of Nancy’s bridesmaids, like he’d been told that an upcoming exam he had been dreading would be open-book.

The lingering dregs of winter melted into a spring that bloomed into summer. Chrissy helped Nancy settle on lavender for the bridesmaids’ dresses and peonies for her bridal bouquet. Eddie watched while she hemmed a pair of Wayne’s old suit pants for him, pins in her teeth and her grandmother’s sewing kit on the picnic table behind her. Chrissy kept lying to her mother, and Eddie kept making peanut butter sandwiches.

July eventually came, bringing Nancy and Johnathan’s wedding day with it. 

Tags: Alternate Universe- no vecna, religious guilt, friends to lovers, mutual pining, wedding party au, future fic, 5 years later, 90s au, smut, fluff, Max is done with these two and it's everything, Chrissy POV, so far, two-shot, status: WIP

[thorne93]

Things Left Unsaid (Part 1)

Prompt: Imagine years ago, you used to work with Jonathan Pine and John Wick, and both of them were madly in love with you but chose to keep quiet for the job’s sake, and eventually, each of you went separate ways. When they find out you’re in trouble, they reunite and join forces to save you.

Warnings: language, death, killing....

Word Count: 5282

Notes: Spoiler alert-ish for the Night Manager and John Wick. Beta’d by my girl @like-a-bag-of-potatoes. Prompte from @theartofimagining13

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How were you in this situation? Easy - you killed for a living. Ironic, isn’t it? You take the life of someone else to earn your own. It wasn’t that simple though. You killed people who you were ordered too - thankfully, so far, they were like you. Mob men, bodyguards, people who posed a threat to whoever your boss was. You didn’t kill random people, that would be sick.

But apparently no matter how you tried to justify what you did, you were still in Beijing, at the hands of the Chinese Mafia. You had gotten in over your head on this one. The hit was a big wig in the Chinese Mafia, you thought maybe you could take him but apparently you bit off more than you could chew.

Somehow when you ended up at the bathhouse, you’d taken out seven of the ten guards but someone had come out of the bathroom where you hadn’t seen him and wrapped a cord around your neck and used a blunt object to knock your lights out. Now, you had woken up in some abandoned warehouse, with eight men standing around you, hitting you as you were tied to a chair.

You spit out the blood and stared up at them.

“You hit like a bitch,” you laughed. They put on brass knuckles and you rolled your eyes. “Oh I’m so impressed, you’re hitting a restrained woman.” You scoffed. Then the hard, stringing blow came to your right cheekbone, feeling like it had been shattered.

“Who sent you?” they asked.

“Fuck off,” you responded as blood spewed from your mouth.

“Give us something, we let you live. Give us nothing, you’re useless to us,” one of them tried.

“I don’t know. I get all of my requests anonymously. I don’t know who asked.”

“She’s lying.”

“I’m not.”

Someone got a phone call, he nodded and said he understood. When he hung up, he said, “Boss wants to talk to her. He thinks he can crack this bitch.”

“Let’s go,” one of them said as they grabbed you arm and lifted you out of the chair.

As they put a bag over your head, you couldn’t help but remember the good ole days, with Pine and Wick. Six or so years ago, you all were invincible. They called Wick Бугимен - or the Boogeyman. They called Pine the Shadow - for always being in the room but never knowing quite where he was. He was stealthy and good like that. You? You were known as Dame des Todes - or the Lady of Death. When you, Wick, and Pine walked into a room, everyone knew it would be you three - the Trio of Death - that would walk out alive, leaving no survivors. Where John was known as the leading male assassin, you were the female. No one rivaled your skill, stealth, or even body count.

You liked to think of yourselves as the Three Musketeers of Death though. Being best friends in murder may sound strange, but since when has mankind not bonded over the killing of fellow humans? What stronger bond is there than those of military comrades, gangs, brothers in arms? That’s what you thought....

Many people wonder how people end up in your line of work, but for you it was simple - your parents had done it. They were known as the best in their field in Germany, but due to a consequence on the job, they lost their life. You had many happy memories of your parents teaching you how to use guns of all kinds, how to be tactical, how to think five steps ahead.

When your parents left your life at the ripe age of 18, you had to find a way to survive, what better way than to keep the family business going? You had their contacts and started there. First hit being to avenge your parents. Being nowhere near as skilled as your parents, it took you eight months to finally find the group who did this to them, and how badly you wanted to torture them. Yet, you restrained yourself, knowing that your parents wouldn’t do that, and if you were to be in this business, nothing could be personal. You gave them a swift death after telling them who you were. That you were the daughter of Elias and Ava, coming to exact your vengeance.

Before you knew it, you had met Jonathan Pine, a rather gentlemanly British soldier. The circumstances were unusual, but it was a moment you’d never forget. Pine was assigned to extract a family of witnesses for witness protection in India. Your job was to eliminate the team that was contracted out to annihilate the family. You could only assume your contract came from the patriarch of the family, but most of your contracts were anonymous so you had no idea who requested the hit on other hitmen. Through a tangled web, ultimately, Pine’s mission and yours was the same - keep the family safe.

He and his team were just stepping out of the threshold of their house as he looked around vigilantly. He saw it about half a second before it all happened. He spotted the gunman and snipers and urged the family to get down as he went to cover them with his body. You had just showed up, you were told the extraction would happen 30 minutes later, so you were accidentally late to the party, but it didn’t take long for your score to catch up. You set up the rifle in record time and took out the two snipers, then shot the handgun assailant from the rooftop. Pine glanced up and saw you and you took off. You ran across the rooftop and hopped to another one. You continued to rooftop hop until you found a roof access door, entered it, ran down the stairs with your equipment and Pine caught you at the end of the stairs, his hands on your upper biceps. How the hell he knew you’d be in that building, you weren’t sure. That’s the moment you knew he’d be a valuable asset to your life.

“Where are you off to?” he questioned, his accent charming.

“I’m leaving. My job is done,” you said simply as he let you go.

“I beg to differ. We could use someone of your expertise to help them escape.”

“Speaking of, you left your objective,” you noted, crossing your arms.

“My men have it handled. Please, join us. Who do you work for? French?”

“Wirklich? Mit diesem akzent?” you questioned, your native tongue slipping out for purpose and accident. Usually when you got incredibly sarcastic or irritated, your German heritage took center stage.

“Ah, du bist Deutsch. Entschuldigung.”

“Das ist gut.”

“Tell me, why does the German government have to do with protecting them?” he asked.

“Who said I was with the government?” you asked.

“Touche. So, what do you say? Care to join me?”

“I don’t do this for free, got it? I did my job, so my work is done. If you want a babysitter, you better be paying.”

“How much?”

“For making sure they aren’t killed? Five K.”

He looked at you as if you’d lost your mind. “Five grand? To ride in a car with a family?”

“It’s my ass on the line. So yeah, you want me, that’s my price.”

“Fine, you have yourself a deal.”

You traded names and he led you back to the car. The ride was easy as you eyed for anything out of the ordinary and nothing else happened, you got the objective safely to their new house and within the night, the money for both jobs was in your account.

“If you ever need anything, you can reach me here.” You handed him a black card with a single phone number on it.

“Thank you,” he said.

And like that, your friendship and alliance formed. He kept your secret - it was in his best interest. He had called in your help for a few missions, even tried to recruit you to the British army a few months into your friendship, to which you had laughed.

“A German girl in the ranks of the British army? That doesn’t make you nervous?” you had teased as you took a puff off your cigarette and he sipped his bourbon.

“On the contrary, it would settle any anxiety I have in the field if I knew you had my back,” he countered. You smiled at each other again before tasting on your fineries.

“I am sorry, Pine, but the military isn’t for me. Too many rules,” you said as you leaned over and gave him a mysterious look.

For about six months after that, you two worked together off and on, keeping in touch. It was nice to have a friend, being a hired killer was a rather lonely life. But a soldier understood the mindset - being hired to kill someone you didn’t know, for a cause you weren’t sure about. You bonded over that and it was refreshing to have a friend, someone to trust. Things that were hard to find in this business.

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Travis POV - Present

“What the hell?” your tech friend said as he watched one of his twenty monitors. You were skilled with technology but Travis was much quicker and much better. You had hired him to help tracking IP addresses, phone locations, computer locations, files and all other things techie - you hired him.

He had put a tracking device in your cell phone without your knowledge. He did it because he cared. He may not be able to shoot the broad side of the barn, but dammit, he could hack into anything and make sure you were safe. But now, that device had gone offline. He knew vaguely of where you were going and the signal dropped about ten foot from the building where you were at.

You never turned your phone off - ever.

You never let it die, always having it charged and ready for a new contract or tip.

Something was wrong. He wasn’t sure what to do at first as he adjusted his glasses and pushed around the ramen containers and mountain dew cans. He knew he wouldn't be of any help, but maybe an old friend would.

He called your old friend, praying he would help.

“Hello?” the British man greeted.

“Hi, Jonathan Pine, this is Travis Herenbold. We met once or twice years ago.”

A few moments of silence hung between them before he answered, “Ah, yes, you’re Y/N’s friend.”

“Yes, yes, I am. She’s in trouble. You’ve got to help her.”

“Waht? Slow down. What’s wrong with her?”

“I think she had a hit for Han Zing, the leader of--”

“The leader of the Chinese Mafia, Beijing chapter,” Pine finished, his voice relaying an undertone of awareness. He knew just how dangerous this man was.

“Right,” Travis conceded. “Well she went to the bathhouse where he should’ve been and then her signal just dropped.”

“That’s not like her,” he said, his mind already working on a million outcomes.

“I know, that’s why I’m calling you. I know you’re retired but she needs your help. I’d help but I can’t do what you can.”

“You say she’s in Beijing?”

“Yeah, at Dragon Bathhouse, at least her phone checked in there.”

“Okay, I’ve got a call to make and I’ll be over there.”

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Reader POV

About a year after meeting Pine, you had met John Wick. You’d heard legends, stories, myths...But when you met the man in person, it all made sense. Ironically, you had the same hit. It was an open contract and you two were the closest in proximity to the target when it became available. You never dreamed in a million years you’d meet John Wick, let alone become best friends.

You had begun to follow the target outside of his club and before long, you noticed someone else was tailing all of you on the other side of the street. A tall man with dark long hair in a long black coat. To the normal person, it would seem like he had nothing to do with you or the man in front of you, but to you, you saw how he matched his pace with the target’s, his head tilted toward the group ahead of you. As soon as they rounded into the alleyway, you knew that’s when you’d have the greatest chance to take out the target and his guards. Right as you turned though, a bullet whizzed passed your head. You turned and it was the guy you knew was up to something. “He must be here for the same thing,” you had thought to yourself. You turned and shot at the guards as they all spun to face you and opened fire on you. Ducking and spinning, you dodged the bullets as you killed two of the five. As you tried to make your way through them, two others were taken down before you could get to them by the other guy. The other hitman was distracting you and fucking with your groove and with that, the last body guard had gotten the target in his car as he drove away, you and the other hitman shooting at the car didn’t phase it as they sped away.

“What the fuck, man?” you said as you spun to the stranger. “You could’ve killed me.”

“You got in the way of my shot,” he insisted in a husky voice, his dark eyes on you.

“Your shot? He was mine. Word of advice, when you go to tail someone, don’t make it so goddamned obvious.”

“Contract’s open, he can go to whoever claims him,” he argued. “But now, he got away, and that money will probably go to whoever gets him.” He glared at you before turning and running his hands through his dark hair, his gun still in his grip.

“Unless...we take it,” you offered.

“What?”

“Well, the way I see it, we both showed up same place, same time, right? It’s only fair to give each other a fair shake.”

“What are you proposing?” he demanded.

“I’m saying we take the son of a bitch out together, and split the money.”

“No way.”

“Why not?”

“I work alone,” he insisted, his dark eyes boring into yours.

“We all do, jackass. But maybe this time can be different. I’m not so selfish to think I should take all the money when you helped open his ass wide open for us.”

He just stared at you.

You sighed. “We’ll split it and go our separate ways.”

“I don't trust anyone,” he said in an even tone.

“Good, neither do I, but I bet if we worked together, we’d get to him faster,” you tried.

“Fine, only because I want this to be done.”

You shook hands and began to work on finding him. He knew quite a bit more about the target, down to his goldfish’s name. You were thoroughly impressed and in less than half the time it would usually take to track down the target, you had found him and you and the stranger took out twenty of his guards and the target. It almost became a competition on who could get the most kills in the most clever ways. You made your call to the contract holder who was happy to oblige splitting the money into your accounts.

“We should do this again sometime,” you said in a joking manner as you left the mansion that had a crazy body count.

“Yeah, maybe so. You did good. You could work on your stance a bit, and your gun shakes .5 seconds before you pull the trigger. How new are you to this?” he had questioned.

It wasn’t offensive or condescending, it sounded like he was concerned.

“Technically, I’ve only been in it for three years, but my parents showed me a few things growing up, here and there.”

“Kind of a strange thing to teach a child, don’t you think?” he asked as he lit a cigarette. You pulled your own out and he lit it for you.

“Not to me. They just showed me what to do, not how to do it on anyone. It was for my own safety, should anyone come looking for me or them.”

“Sounds like they cared a lot about you,” he said softly.

“They did,” you answered, the lump rising in your throat. You shook your head. “Well, pleasure doing business with you.”

“Hey, I’m John Wick by the way,” he said before extending his hand.

A tiny gasp escaped you as you shook his hand, your eyes growing a bit wide. “You’re the infamous Wick...Pleasure to meet you, sir. I’m Y/N.”

“Likewise, Y/N. Catch you on the flipside?”

“Absolutely,” you said before handing your card to him. “In case you ever want to share another body count.”

He smiled at you and you turned away from each other and headed opposite directions down the street.

After that, he showed you the ropes. He taught you how to fight better, how to be a better strategist, how to enhance your reflexes, even taught you more about guns. Before too long, he became your best friend just as Pine had. You two swapped stories over drinks, aspirations, thoughts. You shared a love of cars as well and you two worked on building his ‘69 Mustang Mach1 Coupe and he worked with you on your 69 Chevelle SS. When you weren’t killing or training, you were racing. And yet again, he was better than you were, there wasn’t much he couldn’t do.

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Wick’s POV - Present

“Hello?” I answered, recognizing the number, wondering what he wanted. I hadn’t talked to him in years.

“John, it’s Pine.”

“What’s up?”

“It’s Y/N, she’s been kidnapped.”

The air left my lungs. Y/N was too smart for this to happen so she must be in with some pretty big time shit.

“How? Who? When? Where?”

“Han Zing’s men, tonight, Beijing.”

“We don’t have long then.”

“I agree. Where are you now?”

“Jersey, you?”

“Egypt. Rendezvous at 567?”

“I’ll be wearing the gold hat.”

Long ago, you all had set up a code for several safe houses and rendezvous points. 567 referred to your Beijing location which was a warehouse. The gold hat referred to the guns I was bringing.

My emotions started running rampant within me. I had loved you for a long time. I loved you even before I met Sarah but because I didn’t want to complicate things between you and me or Pine and us, or complicate our professional and friendly relationship. I thought you were too good for me anyway. I never thought you’d accept any offer I had.

Now that you were in danger, it felt like I couldn’t breathe, like my chest was caving in. You were smart, skilled, and trained but did any of that help when the Chinese shit heads had the upperhand?

I lit a cigarette out of a nervous habit as I gathered my gold coins, guns, ammunition, and packed a bag of clothing. I petted my sweet pitbull goodbye, making sure she had enough food, and left. The entire time, my stomach in knots about you and what those assholes could be doing to you.

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Reader POV

Your life hadn’t changed except for having two amazing friends. Pine had still called on you occasionally and so did Wick. You knew Wick only asked you to come around because of an apprentice deal. He never needed anyone’s help, but it was nice to be asked, just the same.

Only after a few months of working with Wick, one day you two came up on a rather sensitive mission that would need a soldier’s help. You two needed to get into a compound in France to take out someone.

“I know someone who can help,” you informed. You made the call to Pine and he met you two.

“A soldier?” John had questioned as he paced in the giant study in his house. “What can a soldier help?”

“I can get you in the compound,” Pine answered.

“But couldn’t you be imprisoned? Lose your job? Why would you abandon the oath you swore to help out to hitmen?” John demanded. John trusted no one, for obvious reasons, so when someone threatened that, he was like a rabid dog, a bit protective, insane, and irrational.

“Because I’m not here to judge. I’m here to help Y/N. We aren’t exactly different you and I. You get paid to take out specific people, I get paid to take them out in droves.”

Wick arched his eyebrows in agreement while he nodded his head side to side. “Fair enough.”

With that, they shook hands, and the plans were underway to assassinate a French officer. Pine had helped you two into the compound, you located the officer, killed him, and left. You gave Pine some of your earnings as you always did when you used his help.

After that, the three of you worked together often, for five years.

You were smiling, recalling the memory of Pine offering to ask for a woman’s help on a mission that was quite a bit to handle, even for you three.

“What if we asked Andrea to help us?” he said, as he leaned on his fists on the back of one of the chairs in John’s house.

“No,” you had said emphatically in a flat tone as you cleaned your guns.

“Why not?” he questioned. “She’d be a great asset in this endeavor.”

“I don’t work with women.”

“That’s right, she doesn’t,” Wick had answered from the kitchen as he grabbed a glass of orange juice.

“Yeah, and why is that?” Pine had questioned with burning curiosity. He rounded the chair and sat down.

“Because women are untrustworthy.”

“That’s incredibly hypocritical,” he noted with a slight laugh and smile.

You grinned over to him. “Women are manipulative. See, a man, he’ll just shoot you or beat the shit out of you, right?” He nodded as Wick came and sat next to you on the couch. “But a woman, she’ll do everything she can to destroy you mentally. She’ll sleep with your brother, best friend, boss, partner. She’ll learn your weakness and exploit to the fullest extent. She’ll mangle your family, your self image. She’ll destroy your business, your reputation, your dignity. She’ll get inside your heart and mind and twist it until you don’t know which way is up.”

“That’s dark,” Pine noted.

“It’s true,” Wick agreed as he bumped his shoulder with you.

“So is that what you do?” Pine inquired.

“Me? No, but I’m not most women,” you said as you got up to make some food.

Pine and Wick silently agreed to themselves as they watched you walk away.

Time with them was as fun as it could get. Save for taking random people’s lives, you had a blast with them. You were able to travel together and Pine even took up some of the contracts that hit the market while he was away. His government had even given him some ambiguous black ops missions in which he would hire both of you to help him out. It stayed off the record and the job got done. You played chess together, target practice, training with each of them. In a very dog-eat-dog world that you lived in, none of you were selfish. Contrary to what most would believe, it was a caring friendship.

Then more and more, you worked together. Each job had a specific task. Pine would infiltrate, be the inside man. He’d pose as a caterer, bus boy, bartender, anything that could get you close enough to figure out their next move. He was the strategist.

Your job, was a lot of times to be a honey pot. You didn’t mind using what God had given you to take down men, it was actually a gift. Nothing was sexier than having a gun strapped to the inside of your thigh with a dress that made every head in the room turn. But behind the pretty face and body to knock someone dead--literally--was the job to plant information, you would tell them where to go or suggest some place that was ultimately a trap. You were the black widow, the seductress.

Wick was the man to start the job. He’d walk in, seemingly unnoticed, until the first bullet hit the first chest or skull, then all hell would break loose around you three. Wick was the executioner. He decided when and how to kill them. Once you and Pine gave him all the info, he would decide whether it was a suicide, mass murder, random attack (such as a bank robbing), mugging, chemical means, bombing.

Before long, the rumors turned to reputation, reputation to fact, and fact to legend. This is where you got your infamous nicknames from. Pine, being in the room, like a fly on the wall, a shadow, nothing out of place. Wick, was the man, the thing that lurked in the dark, taking every man alive. You were lady of death because again, no one suspected the boobs and pretty face to be packing heat between her legs.

Then, six years ago, they retired, leaving you alone.

Wick had met Sarah, a wonderful girl, and wanted out. You said he was crazy for thinking he could leave, but he did. You were beyond thrilled for him though. He seemed so...lonely in the five years you’d known him. But after four years of marriage, she passed on. He called you weeping, and you jumped on the first plane from Germany to New Jersey. You set up all of the funeral and paid for it. You’d never met Sarah but Wick explained her as wonderful. She seemed it - anyone who could make him happy had to be a saint. You had stayed at his house that night, sleeping in the bed next to him, trying to comfort him, to no avail. You couldn’t blame him, he’d just lost the love of his life. The next morning, he had asked if you could leave. He wanted to be alone to grieve. You wanted to stay and care for him but you didn’t press the issue. Of course, when you had heard about what happened once you left, you felt awful and enraged. You wanted to go back in time, but you couldn’t. You hadn’t heard from Wick in about six months since then. You tried to check in but he never picked up a call or returned a text. You didn’t hold it against him though.

Pine wanted to retire from the military. He wanted a quieter life for as he got older. The last you heard, he was a night manager. You talked occasionally, but you knew he was trying to leave the life behind and that probably included you. The last time you actually saw him was at Sarah’s funeral.

Ah yes, the good ole days. If only they were here now. They’d clean house, tell you you were careless, then bust you out of this situation. You sighed internally and you finally stopped on your journey to meet the boss. The reminiscing stopped as they removed the bag from your head.

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Pine and Wick POV

“So much for retirement,” Wick said as he entered the warehouse and Pine turned around.

“Yeah, well I wasn’t exactly sipping a pina colada on the beach,” Pine noted.

“Me either. So what do we know?”

Pine filled him in on what he had found out about the mission and your location and everything they knew about Han Zing and his arena. They began trying to figure out a plan of attack, calling all their somewhat trusted contacts in the area to assist. They finally had something to go on.

As they headed that way, Pine drove and Wick sat shotgun while he looked through his phone. He found a picture of you two being silly on a beach in Florida. You had your tongue out as the shore was washing in. He smiled at the memory.

“Is that Y/N?” Pine asked as his eyes danced over to the screen.

“Yeah. We went on a mini-vacation in Florida.”

“Were you two a thing or…?” he asked cautiously.

“No, no, never. But god did I want to be,” he admitted suddenly.

“Yeah? You have feelings for her?” Pine felt his throat start to swell and his scalp prickle. “Of course Wick would loved you, why wouldn’t he? You were you,” Pine thought to himself. Somehow incredibly sweet, despite being a hired killer. Yet, you completely separated yourself from your job. Taking a random person’s life was no more upsetting to you than cleaning your house. But it wasn’t because you were cold, it was more because that’s how you had to make a living. You certainly weren’t an open book though. But you were fun, sweet, vivacious, risk taker, exciting, and loyal. He had thought about asking you to come away with him when he retired, but something stopped him. He didn’t want the friendship between the three of you compromised.

“Yeah, man, I have for a while.”

“Even before Sarah?” Pine questioned.

“Yeah, I don’t know exactly when. I just...I fell for her pretty hard, then I sort of rationalized myself telling myself it would be a stupid move and just ignored how I felt. I met Sarah, and man, I loved her too. I loved her without question.”

“So how did Y/N fit into all of that?”

“She didn’t. Sarah was my world. I thought about her occasionally, told Sarah about her…” A pause stilled the air in the car. “Why do you ask? Do you like her?”

“If you must know, yes. I’ve cared for her for years now, just never had the balls to tell her. When I got the call that Zing’s men had her, it scared the shit out of me.”

“Me too.”

“The idea of never seeing her again…”

“Yeah…” Wick agreed. “So you love her then?”

“I think so. I almost asked her to retire with me, but...never did.”

“Why not?”

“I didn’t think she saw me like that. I also didn’t think she could leave the life behind.”

“It’s easier than you may think,” Wick countered.

“That’s good.”

“When we find her…” Pine started, not sure how to ask the next part…”Are you going to tell her?”

Wick shook his head. “I don’t know, man. We both love her, telling her that might...complicate things.”

“Precisely why I never told her. We’re the Three Musketeers after all…” Pine smiled at the memory of the legends and Wick shared in a small laugh.

“Ah, haven’t heard that in a long time, man…”

“Tell me about it.”

“What do you think Y/N would do if she found out we love her?” Wick asked his best friend as he turned to face him.

“Probably kick our asses,” Pine responded.

Wick grinned. “True.”

“You think we shouldn’t tell her?” Pine inquired, his eyes flashing to his friend.

“I think it’ll be a lot for her to take in after whatever these fucks did to her.”

“Well, we’ve kept it quiet this long, what’s a few more days?”

Wick nodded, getting a little more animated. “That’s precisely my point, though, we’ve kept this to ourselves for years and what did it gain us?”

“Nothing.”

“Right. We can tell her when the time is right, how does that sound?”

“Sounds perfect to me.”

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Needs and Wants

Well here we are, Chapter 2. Thanks to all liked chapter one I hope you like this one as well.

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Needs and Wants

Future BDSM, futur kidnapping, futur torture

Chapter Two -  Mary Sue Smith

He did consider going back to Switzerland. Angela had guaranteed a rock-solid alibi, but in the end, Jonathan decided rather not. 

He went back to England. 

Buried his father quite stoically. Shock, they said. But then again none of them knew just how resentful their relationship was. He hugged his stepmother, kissed her forehead, and quite graciously told her she could keep everything. He wasn’t going to contest the Will. All he asked was for the Cornwall Cottage. It was his mother's favorite place. His stepmother agreed in tears. He didn’t deserve you, Jonathan. She said. He didn’t deserve either of us. And with that, she was gone.

He did take on a teaching job at the University of Essex. As soon as The Edge Hotel School saw his credentials as a night manager and saw his experience in luxury Hotels they jumped at the opportunity. Jed moved to England with her son and for about a year things were alright. Mostly. Not really. They argued. A lot. The weather was too wet, the schools were too different, he worked, more, as a teacher, then when he was a manager, the “Art World” wasn't as diverse and plentiful as in America and although she never said it the lifestyle change was grating to her. So was the guilt she felt after she caught herself longing for the travels and resorts. He couldn’t blame her. Not really. It wasn’t Jed’s fault that she thought she had it made with a prince charming only to find that he wasn’t all that charming after all. 

But what ended their relationship was the realization that although differently, he hadn't been completely honest with her. 

They were in London Christmas shopping when they ran into an old face from Jonathan's past. His ex-wife. Everyone had been very polite and civil. His ex and her family went one way, and they had gone their way. Two days later, after their biggest and last fight, Jed left. The fact that she had already taken care of all the travel arrangements before their trip to London and the fact that sometime after Jonathan found out that Jed had already taken care of all the paperwork necessary to transfer her son back to America, two months prior, told Jonathan everything he needed to know. 

Understandably he was disappointed. But not heartbroken. In one of his many bouts of self-loathing he even wondered that maybe the reason he wasn’t suffering over the end of his relationship was that all things considered, Jed was still alive and well. 

Having refused Angela’s help, he was, still owed a favor. Angela's words, so he called it in. As soon as the school year ended, Jonathan Pine was leaving England and going… Somewhere as the Night Manager. 

True to her word Jonathan ended up in the Sofitel Grand Amsterdam Legend. Apparently, the British Intelligence Office owed him a very big favor. And he was grateful. What followed was just more of the same of what his life had been like in Switzerland. He didn’t even take advantage of the Red Light District and all its delights. He just… couldn’t muster up the energy, if he were, to be honest with himself. 

Still, throughout those long three years, Jonathan did occasionally dream of the Red-Haired Beauty that he saw in Cairo. 

Then… one night

Heaven Help me. This woman is truly a Goddess. He thought as he saw her walk into the lobby of the Sofitel, looking directly at him. The beauty had a smokey dulcet voice with just a hint of an accent found in the southern part of The United States of America. She had an amused glint in her mesmerizing blue eyes.

 “Good Evening Sir, I have a Reservation under Mary Sue Smith.” 

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Masterlist

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All my fics are x gender neutral reader unless otherwise specified.

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

I’ll Take Care Of You - 5.8k, enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort

Fighting Insomnia - 1.7k, friends to lovers, mutual pining, slight hurt/comfort undertones, fluff

Hypothermia - 2.7k, enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, angst

Loving You So Much It Hurts - 450, domestic fluff

Cold - 1.3k, hurt/comfort, fluff

Loki Laufeyson 

You Are My Achiles Heel - 1.2k, hurt/comfort

Not Who You Are - 4.2k, heavy angst, hurt/comfort. Read the warnings on this one.

You Can Do Magic - 2.5k, enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort.

Hypothermia - 3.6k, friends to enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort

Ice Cold - 1.8k, hurt/comfort, hurting to heal, enemies to lovers

The Witcher

Geralt of Rivia

Me and My Witcher - 500, drabble, fluff

Not A Witcher - 1.9k, angst, hurt/comfort

Never - 3k, hurt/comfort, angst

Nothing Without You - 2.4k, soulmate au, hurt/comfort, angst

Hypothermia- 1.8k, hurt/comfort, angst

Bitter Water - 5.6k, x fem character, bittersweet fluff, mutual pining 

John Wick

John Wick

Not Even Yet - 3.9k, both ways hurt/comfort, enemies to allies to lovers. Prelude to We’re Even.

We’re Even - 4.2k, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, angst

Past Promises - 1.9k, hurt/comfort, angst, lovers to enemies to lovers

Alliance - 3k, hurt/comfort, enemies to allies

Trust - 3.8k, hurt/comfort, lovers to enemies to lovers, angst

Debt - 2.6k, hurt/comfort, enemies to allies

Grimm

Sean Renard

Suspicion - 4k, hurt/comfort, enemies to allies/lovers

Stick Around - 3.1k, hurt/comfort, enemies to allies to eventual lovers (Prelude to Ace of Clubs)

Ace of Clubs Series Masterlist - 10.3k as of Chapter III, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers

Theresa Rubel/Truble 

Medusa - 3k, hurt/comfort, enemies to allies/lovers, angst

Supernatural

Castiel Novak

They’ll Never Hurt You Again - 5.7k, enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort

My Love - 2.3k, slight angst, hurt/comfort

Overprotective - 3k, hurt/comfort, angst, implied soulmate au

Hell's Bells - 3.4k, hurt/comfort, angst, hurting to heal

Instinctive Trust - 6.4k, hurt/comfort, empathy link soulmate au

Break A Leg - 750, short n fluffy, mild hurt/comfort

Dean Winchester

You Belong Here - 2.7k, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, angst

Stay - 2.1k, hurt/comfort

Hunter and the Hunted - 4.1k, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, x werewolf reader

Lucifer

The Devil's Heel - 4k, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, soulmate au

Guardian Angel - 2.2k, hurt/comfort, enemies to allies

Nerve Pains - 2.2k, hurt/comfort, fluff, chronic pain comfort

Apocalypse - 1.9k, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, soulmate au 

Gadreel

Saving Grace - 3.8k, hurt/comfort, enemies to allies/lovers

Redemption - 2k, hurt/comfort, friends to enemies to friends/lovers

Benny Lafitte

Purgatory - 3.5k, hurt/comfort, enemies to allies/lovers

Companionship - 2.3k, hurt/comfort, enemies to friends

Crowley

A Demon's Oath - 2.1k, hurt/comfort, enemies to allies

Doctor Who

Ten

Sincerity - 700, hurt/comfort, fluff

Overworked - 1.7k, slight angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

Everything I Could Ever Want - 3.1k, angst, hurt/comfort

Star Trek

Leonard McCoy

Wounds - 3.3k, hurt/comfort, angst

Strain(ed) - comfort fic, fluff

Desert Planet - 3.8k, hurt/comfort, lots of angst

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove

Nightmares - 2.5k, nightmare comfort, fluff, a hint of angst

Johnathan Byers

Nothing here yet...

Eddie Munson

As Long As It’s Not About Love - 3.8k, fluff, friends to lovers

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

The Hunter - 2.6k, hurt/comfort, soulmate au, x vampire hunter reader

The Walking Dead

Nothing here yet...

The Rain

Martin

Spirits in The Rain Series Masterlist - 768 as of Chapter 1, soulmate au, hurt/comfort

Glad You're Here - 1.3k, angst, hurt/comfort

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He Fell In Love (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

Warnings/Cliches: Friends to lovers, idiots in love, (mutual?) pining, def a fix-it fic, everyone is fine what are you talking about, very minor spoilers for vol 1

Request: how about best friend!steve and the moment he realizes that he's in love with the reader? - Anon

A/N: This was going to be different but then it just happened the way it happened, please enjoy. I’ll probably definitely absolutely make a part two if yall want it. EDIT: Part 2 is here!

WC: 1.8k

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Steve always looked forward to Saturday nights nowadays. After all the hell he’d been through, something as mundane as a movie night was like therapy. Not quite as good, but close. 

He figured there would be a good turn out that night. He’d brought home a new release, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. Most of the younger kids had seen it in theaters already, but insisted the rest of them had to see it, too. 

He was hosting at his place tonight, as he usually did. For as long as he lived in his parents’ house, he was content on abusing his right to use their property when they were out of town. He was getting the popcorn bowls ready when the pounding on the door started. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” he called out, making his way to the door. “Keep your pants on!”

He opened the door and the kids all came tumbling in. “You know, I really don’t need you all banging like that every time you come over. When it finally comes off its hinges, you’re paying for the new one.” 

“Relax, Steve,” Dustin said, taking off his shoes on the ground by the door. 

Steve rolled his eyes, picking up all the coats they had discarded and putting them into a somewhat organized pile. “It’s always ‘Relax, Steve,’ and never ‘Sorry Steve, you’re right, how inconsiderate of me.’” 

“Because you’re never right,” Dustin fired back. He stood up. “Hey, wait up!” He called, racing after all the other kids as they’d made their way to the living room, chattering excitedly. 

Steve’s frown disappeared when he head a chuckle from the doorway. Y/N came in the rest of the way, shutting the door behind her. “That’s what you get when you invite teenagers over.” 

He smiled at her, folding his arms as he leaned against the wall. “Please tell me we weren’t that bad.”

“Probably worse.” 

“Probably,” he replied. “Robin and Eddie coming?” 

“Nah. Robin flaked on us because Vickie asked her to do something tonight, and Eddie is at band practice. They managed to score a gig.”

Most people in their group came and went each week. None of them minded if another made other plans or did something else; they had something much stronger keeping them together. After the experiences over the years--and especially a few months ago--a weekly movie night was a constant that they all relied on from time to time. Of all of them, Steve and Y/N were the most consistant with the tradition. For Steve, it was because he didn’t have many other friends. He could have been asking girls on dates, (which he still did occasionally), but there was something about movie night that kept him content most of the time. 

Y/N and Steve walked into the living room. Max and Lucas were sitting next to each other on the ground. Will was sandwiched between Dustin and Mike, the two of them arguing about something on each side of him--his eyes went between them like a game of pong. Mike had his arm around El, who was braiding Max’s hair at her feet. Robin had just taught her how to braid recently, so she was taking every chance to practice as her own hair grew back out. 

No was sitting on the smaller sofa, so Steve and Y/N claimed it as their own. As soon as they said, Steve threw his arm onto the back of the couch, just behind Y/N’s shoulders. 

“Hey Mike,” he called, interrupting the debate. “Is Nancy coming, or are we good to get started?”

“She’s ditching tonight, her and Johnathan went to dinner or something.”

Steve nodded. A while back, that would have caused a sharp pain in his chest. But at some point, it had changed to a dull ache. And one day, it disappeared all together. 

He wasn’t sure what had changed, but it felt better. 

Dustin got the movie started and Y/N went to the kitchen to fetch the popcorn. She distributed a couple of bowls to the kids, keeping the largest one and plopped back down next to Steve. He chuckled. 

She gave him a glare. “What?”

“Oh, nothing, you’re just greedy as always,” he mumbled as the first scene began. 

“I brought it to share with you since you usually complain there’s not enough, but now that you said that, yes, yes I am greedy.” She moved herself to the furthest part of the couch, taking the bowl with her. 

“Hey! You know you can’t eat it all by yourself!” 

She shot him a playful glare. “Watch me,” she said, shoveling a buttery handful into her mouth. 

He scoot over, pressing himself to her side and tried to snatch a handful, but she held the bowl away from him. He groaned. “Fine, I take it back, you’re not greedy. Can I have some now?”

There was a loud shushing noise, and Steve looked over to find Max glaring at the two of them. Y/N rolled her eyes and set the bowl into his lap. 

He grinned. “Thanks.” 

They stayed side by side, and at some point, his arm found his way from the back of the couch to over her shoulders. This wasn’t unusual. It was something he loved about his friendship with Y/N. It was all just so easy around her. Since taking down Vecna, they’d spent a lot of time together. She had been Eddie’s friend and had joined the hunt to find him, managing to get herself caught up in the whole mess. But like the rest of them, she seemed grateful for the little family she had found on the other side of disaster. 

For a while, Steve had considered Robin his best friend, but it seemed like she’d gotten some competition lately. They hadn’t grown apart by any means, Y/N and Steve had just gotten so incredibly close. 

Because, despite what he had expected, Y/N was... well, she was Y/N. She’d talked him down when things with his dad got heated, and he’d stayed up with her on the nights she couldn’t close her eyes, afraid of what she would see. There was something between them that wasn’t between him and Robin. He couldn’t quite tell what it was, but it meant more to him than the world. 

The movie came to an end, and Steve turned his face toward Y/N’s, who was resting her head on his shoulder. “You awake enough to drive the gremlins home, or do you want me to?”

She sat up. “I’m awake, but I wouldn’t mind the company if you want to come.”

“Sure, I’ll be generous enough to grace you with my presence for an extra half hour,” he said as he stood. 

She rolled her eyes. “On second thought...”

He laughed. Something flickered in her eyes when he did, but it was so fast he figured he was seeing things. “Nope, you’re stuck with me, L/N. Just like you’re stuck with the rest of these twerps.” He held out his hand to help her up. 

As she took it to stand, she smiled. “Honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything else.” Her eyes looked surveyed the kids, all in various stages of waking up. Her gaze was soft, full of affection. Steve couldn’t help but think he looked at them the same way, too. 

The drive home was uneventful. Once the kids woke up enough to get into the car, Y/N took them each home, waiting in their driveways to make sure they were safely inside before heading to the next house. Soon it was just her and Steve in the car, driving back to his place. Her hands tapped on the steering wheel in time with the music on the radio. 

Steve yawned. “I’m glad you’re driving. I’m about to pass out.” 

“Yeah?” Y/N said, glancing over at him. “You been sleeping ok?”

“Past couple of nights were rough. I’ll be out like a light tonight.” 

She put the car in park once she pulled into his driveway. “You can call me anytime, you know. That offer still stands.” 

He gave her a soft smile. “I know. It’s not as bad as it used to be. What about you, you doing ok?”

She gave a gentle nod. “Most of the time.” 

“I think most of the time is all we can ask for.” 

He was truly grateful for Y/N, how quick she was to check up on him. She spent a lot of time caring for others, and putting herself on the back burner. He’d learned that in the last few months of watching her play babysitter with all the kids, making sure they were feeling all right, that they were sleeping, eating well, coping. She’d done the same thing to him, and as soon as he realized she was letting herself deal with things alone, he jumped to be there for her. 

But that was just the way Y/N was. Kind, caring, loyal. She’d fight tooth and nail when it came down to it, but when the smoke cleared, she was there to put things back together, even if she was broken herself. 

That’s what he loved about her. 

Steve froze. His heart started to hammer in his chest. He did, didn’t he? He loved Y/N. He loved the way she made him laugh, even at the worst of times. He loved the way she looked at the kids, eyes full of warmth he had seen no where else. He loved the way she felt in his arms, the way he felt complete when he held her. 

He loved her, completely, utterly and irrevocably. 

And damn if he wasn’t still falling. 

“Steve?” Her voice brought him out of his trance, and his eyes shot up to meet hers. He almost regretted it--now that he’d made sense of it all, he felt like he could never look away. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah. Sorry, I was, um.” Words tumbled clumsily out of his mouth. But how was he supposed to function when she looked at him like that? “Thinking. I was just thinking.”

“Thinking what?” she asked slowly, confusion written across her face. 

“Nothing.” It came out much too quickly. He cleared his throat and tore his eyes away from her, glancing out the door. “Nothing, I should... should go?” It came out like a question. He hadn’t meant to do that. 

“Yeah,” she said softly, brows furrowed. “Yeah, you should get to bed. Are you sure you’re alright?”

He let out a small sigh, regaining a bit of his composure. “I’m sure. I’ll... I’ll tell you about it later, ok? Just not right now. Promise.”

She hesitated before nodded. “Ok. I’m making you stick to that promise, Harrington.” Her hand rested on his shoulder. “Go get some rest for me.”

Anything for you. The thought came naturally. And he meant it. 

“Thanks, Y/N.”

He got out of the car, trying not to look back before going inside. The feeling of her stare on his back followed in to the front door. Once he walked in, He let out a sigh, trying to empty the butterflies that invaded his stomach. 

He was doomed. 

[thisisarcanereverie]

#12 💔

Marc spector

(I don't know if this how you request, I'm sorry)

As Light as a Feather (Marc Spector x Reader)

Hey! Here is a fic from my 500 follower celebration prompt list (here is the link)

(here is my ask box) (For requests!)

You have no idea what you were thinking, loving Marc Spector.  

You’ve known Marc all of your lives, you fell in love with him in high school, pined after him since he was in the Marines and you were in university abroad, and accepted that he would never love you back when he came back from the Marines. 

So why did you stay?

It wasn’t like he was nice to you, he was a goddamn prick. It wasn’t like he went out of his way to talk to you or looked at you like you were the only girl in the world, he ignored most of your messages and when you asked him and almost never made eye contact. Even when he brought all this mystical, god, deity, avenger level shit into your life and turned it upside down, you still stayed. 

It wasn’t like this was the first time you asked yourself why you stayed, why you kept in contact with him when he clearly didn’t give a shit two ways. You even booked an airplane ticket going back to America one day, a one way trip. 

But then Marc would always do something. 

Maybe he would text you first, or ask you how your day was. Or perhaps he made you laugh so hard he made you cry, maybe he laughed too. Sometimes you would catch a glimpse of something in his eyes that gave you hope, however false it was. 

However, that was before Layla. 

 You respected her, she knew of his DID and loved every part of him, even the parts he never showed you. You were thankful that she did, and for some reason, her arrival into your life both broke your heart and cleared the fog in your mind surrounding him. 

He didn’t love you. You weren’t sure if he ever did. 

Maybe it was toxic codependency on both of your parts, you had never not been in each other's lives and with Layla around…maybe it was time to start. 

You had renewed the plane ticket until after the wedding in Cairo, Marc’s and Layla’s wedding. 

You were just one of the few witnesses invited to the vows, the rest came for the celebration. The weather was warm but cooled at night to a more comfortable degree. Layla had been beautiful, an overall simplistic look but with various glittering jewels adorning her. Making her look like she was plucked from the stars. Meanwhile Marc had been handsome as ever, his hair combed back and in a simple button up with slacks and a kippah on his head. 

Overall it was a very casual vow reciting, but the fun didn’t begin until the reception. Dancing and drinking underneath the moon and its glow. You didn’t stay long however, slipping away unnoticed back to your hotel room to get a night's sleep and prepare for your departure tomorrow, feeling bad that Marc had rented out your hotel room until the end of the week. You promised yourself you will pay him back once you’ve settled in your new life in Boston. 

At least that is what you had hoped. 

Marc hadn’t noticed you left until the third day after when he had gotten a call from the hotel saying that the room had been unoccupied for a while. Which he then texted you about and you told him you went home, you just didn’t say where home was. 

Then weeks passed by, then months, you had settled into your new life in Boston and paid Marc back for the hotel room. Made new friends, even had a few flings here and there, you traveled, you just did whatever you wanted to do when you wanted to. 

And yet somehow you still missed him. 

After a year, maybe two, you had a night out with friends, where you ended up meeting Johnathan Levy. He was a wallflower that stood out amongst the array of people, you could easily tell it wasn’t his scene. But you don’t know what came over you, but the next thing you know you're engaged in conversation with him at the bar. You learned he was a professor, and when you told him you were also thinking about getting your doctorate and following the academia lifestyle he gave you helpful tips and asked if you wanted a smoke. You said yes even though you didn’t partake in the habit, coughing as the toxic air filled your lungs. Your eyes water in the corners as you could hear him laugh beside you. 

Safe to say you put out the cigarette and just talked to him while he smoked. 

You talked about literary topics such as the French writer Emile Zola to Freud's findings in the Psychological field and how those findings would be taken today. The list went on, and before you knew it, it was three in the morning and you were the only one left of your group. Taking out your phone you saw messages saying that they all went home and called an uber, they would’ve offered but apparently didn’t want to ruin the mood between you and who they had deemed “the Hot Nerd”. 

Johnathan had walked you home that night, seeing as your apartment wasn’t too far and you both wanted to talk more. The more you talked the more engrossed you became and the faster time flew and the next thing you knew you both had circled the blocks a few times before actually stopping at your apartment building. You were tempted to kiss him, see what it would be like. But you stopped yourself, not wanting to scare him off. You both exchanged numbers and with an offer to attend a lecture he was giving, you parted ways for the night. Something about him was…different. He wasn’t like the typical men you went for, strong men with attachment issues. He wasn’t like Marc but at the same time he was? You both connected, but in a different way. For you it had always been one sided and you talked but you knew that if you had met Marc today, he would have nothing to do with you and you with him. Sure the attraction would be there, but the things you loved about him, the way he taps the eraser head against the desk if he was struggling with something, or the way his crooked smile looked underneath fairy lights, or how his favorite movie is a cheap knockoff of Indiana Jones. Things that made Marc….Marc. But with Johnathan, he was bookish, with a full beard and a head full of wild pepper hair. Glasses on the bridge of his nose, but in a way similar to Marc, you could tell he had a few secrets to him. 

But what would you know, you only met the professor tonight. However as you stared at his contact in your phone you couldn’t help but smile as you made a mental note to request the day he was giving a lecture off. 

You go to unlock your door when the knob turns easily opening to the entryway, a cold feeling quickly replaced the warm and fuzzy ones from earlier. You slowly reach for the small taser in your purse before cautiously opening the door wider and turning on the lights. You pull the taser out and crank it up to the max setting, letting the loud zapping sound resound through your place threateningly. 

“Try me,” you said with false confidence, “I’ve been waiting for a reason.” 

“You should get a better lock.” 

You whip yourself around and go to taser the person behind you only for it to get knocked out of your hands and kicked aside. You stop for a moment only to stiffen as you recognize the curly brown hair and hooked nose. 

“Marc?” You said before punching him harshly in the arm, “What the FUCK man, I could’ve killed you!” 

He gives you a look. 

“Fine,” you roll your eyes, “You could’ve killed me…with a goddamn heart attack, why in the hell did you sneak into my apartment?”

“You weren’t answering your phone.” Marc said simply, you gently pushed him aside to close your front door and make your way to the kitchen to brew some tea as Marc casually scanned your apartment. You could see his fingers dance over the spines of your books on the book shelf, most of those you haven’t read but keep around to one day get to. 

“How long have you been here?” Marc asked. 

“A year,” You said plainly trying to stay busy so as to not look at him, “maybe two.” 

“What are you doing here?” You asked him while you went to grab two mugs from your cabinet. 

“I told you,” Marc said, “you weren’t answering your phone.” 

“I changed my number about six months ago.” You said, “I sent you a text from the new number, so either you didn’t bother to read it, haven’t tried to contact me in six months, or you lied.” Once you place the mugs on the counter as you went to grab your array of teas from your tea basket, “either way it comes back to the same question as to why you are here?” 

Marc went silent. Out of your peripheral view you can see his jaw clench and fists tighten. 

“Do you know a man by the name of Arthur Harrow?”

“No,” You said as you grabbed the boiling kettle from the stove, “why?” 

“I’m looking for him.” 

You lost it, you forcefully set down the hot kettle back on the stovetop and let out a dark laugh. 

“You’re fucking kidding me,” You said still not looking at him, “So it wasn’t the fact that you felt fucking shitty for not noticing until a year and six months after I left to realize I didn’t live there anymore and that it took you six months to realize I wasn’t fucking talking to you either.” 

“I’ve been fucking busy!” Marc defended loudly, “so sorry if I hadn’t fucking noticed you weren’t hanging on me every minute of the day. If you haven’t gotten the memo, my mind has enough to deal with without adding you into the mix!” 

Tears you swore you never would shed fell on the apples of your cheeks again, leaving hot trails in their wake as shame and anger filled you. You always hated that you were an angry crier. 

“See this is the reason why I left,” You said before looking at him, “You cross my mind every day, but I only cross yours when I’m in front of you.” Your stomach felt heavy and your mouth filled with cotton. You sighed and rubbed a hand over your face, not caring about your smeared makeup, “Just leave. Just forget me, it should be easy enough.” 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” Marc asked loudly as you pushed past him to get your pajamas ready for after your shower. You ignore him as you set the clothes on the counter beside the sink and exit the bathroom. “Answer me! What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”

You continue to ignore him as you make sure that your windows are locked, knowing that once you get your shower and pajamas on you won’t have the energy to make sure your home is secure. 

“Fucking nice,” Marc sighed fustratingly, “fucking silent treatment isn’t going to work on me (Y/n), it hasn’t since we were kids.” 

“A lot has changed since then.” 

“Yeah,” Marc said, “Like your taste in guys.” 

A newfound anger surged through you as you whip your head to meet his eyes, taunting and dark. 

“If I recall you liked those muscular dumbasses, meanwhile he looks like he belongs at the bottom of a book avalanche.” 

“Oh! You would know wouldn’t you!” You exclaim, “because you just know everything about me!” 

“Yeah I do,” He said arrogantly, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Fine dumbass,” You said crossing your arms, “Pop quiz. What’s my favorite color?”

“Red.” 

“Drink of choice?”

“An Old Fashioned”

“Favorite Book?”

“Don Quixote” 

“My first love?”

“Jensen Kidman from freshman year.” 

“Wow,” You said, astonished eyes wide and arms still crossed, “wrong.” You move past him, “every single one of those is wrong.” 

“Fine!” He said, throwing his hands in the air, “but don’t act like you know everything about me either!”

“Your favorite color is white, your drink of choice is whiskey straight from the bottle, you don’t have a favorite book because you had a lot of difficulty reading as a kid but your favorite movie was a knock off Indiana Jones film called Tomb Buster because that was one of the things you and Randall bonded over together about and your first love was and always will be Layla El- Faouley, your wife.” You open your front door, “Is that all or do you want me to recite Steven’s and Jake’s as well?” 

Marc stood there astonished until you saw guilt invade his eyes and shame weighed down his shoulders, as he made his way to the door slowly. You don’t look at him as he trudges past you, as you were about to close the door he stops it, his eyes looking as though they see right through you. 

“What were the answers?”

You sighed. 

“My favorite color is Green, my drink of choice is wine, and my favorite book is Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.” You go to close the door again when he stops it. His eyes widen as he searches your face. 

“And your first love?”

A pause.

“I think you know.” And with that you close the door, making sure to lock it and put a note on your fridge to call your landlord tomorrow and have the locks replaced. You rub your hand over your face before going about your business and just as you had predicted, as soon as you took your shower and laid down in bed, you were out. 

Your heart was broken, but this wasn’t the first time, you would be fine. You knew that, but for a while you were going to be anything but. 

But you will live, and as you laid down in bed and sleep enveloped you in its sweet embrace, for the first time in what seems like ever. 

Your body feels as light as a feather.

Taglist:

@simonsbluee

@yuki235171

@dopeqff

@themapoftinyperfectthings

@later-gators12

@lovepeaceorelse

@ahookedheroespureheart

@8hgel

@onestopficshop

(Edit: I AM SO SORRY, I completely forgot the taglist on this one!)

[bylerficrecs]

Alright alright alright! Byler fic list #1 is underway!

anything anything your honor college byler is simply. domestic <3 the way they reconnect after forever and slowly get to know each other again, along with the confession being so sweet and them… one of my favorite fics

a johnathan byers pep talk i LOVE the softness in this one and Mikes reaction to the discovery…along with johnathan being an amazing big brother mike never had it feels so in character and i love the sweet happy ending.

everything changes, what a shame i stayed up. ALL NIGHT to read this fic it’s so good. Mike finnally rattles the rocks around in his brain hard enough to have A Thought and wow is he so in love with will. all the little rewritten byler moments and els characterization was MWAH

i’m tearing you asunder pining will!!!! there are a Lot of moments wrapped into the one fic and it’s a must read

i hate accidents (except when we went from friends to this) fucking love college byler… not to spoil the ending but i love this trope but i didn’t know if it could be done with byler but it’s FLAWLESS here… every kiss is memorable and it will have you re-read just to soak in all the details you missed after the twist

stare at pictures of you till i’m blind PONYTAIL MIKE >>>>>> im going to be honest i couldn’t find this fic for a moment and thought it was deleted and wanted to CRY cause it’s such a good re-read… the way will describes mike in the end and how loved he is feed that to me on a silver platter

what it means to be gentle tiny byler <3 the development of the Will Voice and i adore the characterization of Joyce in this one, she’s so loving.

Reblogs are really appreciated- and happy reading!

[tom-whore-dleston]

Barbie and the 900 Followers

HOLY SHIZZZ!!! I'm freaking out in silence but I am just extremely thankful to have met so many amazing folks like y'all! I love you guys for real 🥹🫶🏽

Since the Barbie movie releases in almost a year, I thought I'd hype up the movie in advance with a Barbie themed sleepover. No sleepover is complete without our fave doll 😊 Plus, Simu is in it so I gotta give the husband my full support bahaha

*in Margot Robbie's Barbie voice* NOW WHO'S READY FOR SOME FUN????

In the Barbie world:

Starts: July 16 @ 9am (PST)

Ends: July 18 @ 11:59pm (PST)

You are welcome to send in asks before the sleepover starts, but I won’t start responding to them until the start time.

As always, please be 18+ to participate! If I do not see any indication of your age in your bio or you do not have any posts/reblogs, you will be blocked! No exceptions!!

You don’t have to be following me to participate. Everyone is welcome 😊

I disabled anon feature to avoid meanies and minors.

Please send one emoji per ask. You don’t have to worry about spamming my inbox, I will see everything 😉

I will not write/discuss anything revolving around non-con, underage, a/b/o, bathroom kinks, blood kinks (only exception is vampire AU if applicable), incest, step-cest, foot fetish, pregnancy/babies.

I only write for female reader inserts with no specific race/ethnicity, hair/eye/skin color, body type, etc.

I reserve the right to deny writing/discussing any other things that make me uncomfortable.

C'mon Barbie, let's go party!

Ken Loves Barbie 👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏼 - Mutuals only! ask me who I ship you with and I will write a lil sumn on your relationship with them (will only ship with fictional hotties) 

Blonde Bimbo Girl 👱🏻‍♀️ - Writer followers! send me a fic that you wrote and I will give you a good ol’ tom-whore-dleston essay review

Life in plastic 👠 - Send me a hottie and a prompt from one of lists below and I'll write a quick fic (feel free to add AUs/tropes/etc. for some flavor)

fluff/smut/physical || angst 1 & 2

You're my doll 💄 - Let’s play an ask game (cym, fmk, wyr, etc). Feel free to spice it up to your liking 😉

Dress me up👗 - Send me any scenarios or concepts that you envision for any of my AUs (Teach Me Tonight, Honey Baby, The Avengers Sweethearts) and I will write a drabble or head canon for them

Dreamhouse Adventures 🏠 - send me an AU/trope + hottie and I will make a moodboard (check out previous moodboards I have made for ideas)

Feel the glamour in pink 💖 - the floor is yours to get to know me better, thirst over a hottie, talk about your day, etc. Please just be respectful and do not send me any celeb discourse!

Oh, I love you, Ken 💘

♥ Real life hotties ♥

Simu Liu*, Tom Hiddleston, Tom Holland, Austin Butler*, Barry Keoghan, Andrew Garfield, Harry Styles, Oscar Isaac, Michael B. Jordan, Benedict Cumberbatch, Hayden Christensen

♥ Fictional hotties ♥

Marvel: Loki Laufeyson, Xu Shang-Chi/Shangqi*, Peter Parker (any variant), Xu Wenwu, Erik Kilmonger, Scott Lang, Thor Odinson*, Druig, Kingo, Eros/Starfox, Sam Wilson, Pietro Maximoff (Age of Ultron), Joaquin Torres, Bucky Barnes, Moonknight (all alters)*, Stephen Strange

Star Wars: Din Djarin, Anakin Skywalker*, Obi Wan Kenobi, Poe Dameron

Other: Kim Jung* (Kim’s Convenience), any of Sim Liu’s SNL characters (I am dead serious), Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive), Johnathan Pine (The Night Manager), Robert Laing (High Rise), James Conrad (Kong: Skull Island), Nathan Drake (Uncharted), Arvin Russel (The Devil All The Time)

An * indicates who I am simping for most at the moment and highly encourage asks for them!

dividers: @firefly-in-darkness

[maggins]

Maggie, my beloved, please share with us your inukag fic recs….

oH ANON MY BELOVED prepare yourself because i have sO MANY RECS and i'm still discovering new fics to read every day it's become overwhelming aaaAAA

anyway, gonna start off with one author in particular: @artistefish!! i've read through maybe 90% of her inuyasha fics, all ranging from one shots to full fledged multichapter stories, and i tell you i will NOT stop singing my praises about how imaginative and creative and charming her stories and AU's are! she's also a GREAT artist and very often the fics in this list have great art to go along with them, so be sure to check out her blog for art as well!! 🥰🥰🥰 here are some of my favorites:

Freak Attraction (AO3) and its sequel, Freak Attraction: Seven Man Circus (AO3) : an AU set in the Meiji era where Inuyasha has been paraded as a freak in a demon circus and Kagome is a schoolgirl who takes it upon herself to set him free. i think this was the first fic/AU 've read from this author and i'm in LOVE with every aspect of it, from the setting to the plot itself to the sweet, sweet developing romance scenes ;;v;; (i'd also recommend checking AF's tags for FA and SMC in her blog for some great art!! i also have a tag specifically for in in my blog lmao)

Miroku Private Eye (AO3) and its prequel Dizzy Defense for an Underdog (AO3) : a magNIFICENT 30's AU that i'm still working on reading through; but i tell you i've already read Dizzy Defense and i'm in absolute love w/ Inuyasha and Kagome in this universe ;;v;; (some side stories!! | AF's tags in her blog: #dizzy defense, #30s au, #mpe | her sideblog @bloodhoundandkitten that i HIGHLY recommend you check out, i'm so in love with it ;;v;; | my tag for this au #iy 30's au

Abnormalities (AO3) : DID SOMEONE ORDER ANGST?? WE GOT SOME ANGST OVER HERE!!! :''')))) okay okay, this is an AU in which instead of staying in the feudal era, Inuyasha and Kagome got stranded in the present era post-series, but it didn't bode well for them once some scientists got wind of their strange powers and abducted them. this one broke me, i tell you 😭 (AF's tag #abnormalities | my tag #fic: abnormalities)

The Last Dog Demon : a The Last Unicorn AU featuring dog demon!Inuyasha and samurai!Kagome (and Miroku and Sango as Schmendrik and Molly Grue respectively which is honestly perfect). i gotta say, i saw that movie for the first time specifically so i could get some insight into what this AU was all about, bc when i saw the art and concepts for it i fell in love with it!! it's still p early in the story, but if you check AF's tag for it you can get some GREAT stuff ;v;

Ghost Hunt AU : oooOOOHHH BOY lemme tell you, ghost au’s are the WORST bc many of them involve the characters not being in the same physical plane, and therefore there being many variations of not being able to see, hear, or touch each other no matter how much they want to, and that kind of pining KILLS ME!!!! yet i still flock toward that shit and have no one to blame but mysELF ASDASFAgAS...... ahem anyway. it’s a ghost au. Inuboy is a 500+(?) year old ghost who’s bound to a decrepit old mansion. Kagome’s a sceptic yet well meaning sister who accompanies her little bro in his ghost hunts. tragic hijinks ensue. please check these tags. i also keep track of it. cry. enjoy. :’)))

honorable mention to the Mummy AU : it has no fic but it has some fantastic art; and honestly, Inu and Kagome as O’Connell and Evelyn fits them sO WELL it’s almost uncanny ashfashg (plu Moroha as Alex?? Miroku as Johnathan?! SANGO AS ARDETH???!! sign me the fuck up)

also wanna mention some of her fics i haven’t gotten to yet but i’m very much planning to: An Epic, Tragic Love Story; The Delinquent Boyfriend; A Memory of Red Flame; and Do Your Own Stunts. i’ll get to them eventually ahsgdasghd

still with artistefish, a collection of one-shots and miscellaneous fics that i really enjoyed:

First Born Sons (ngl this one utterly DESTROYED ME and put me back together by the end 🥺😭😭😭)

He Just Wouldn't Stop

Delayed Reactions

More than a little Distracting 

Pros and Cons of Puppy Ears

By Their Fruits

A Mother's Request

Only One Way To Know (honestly i just love the concept of the well being open post-series even if that’s not quite what happened in canon okay Kagome’s family deserves to be part of her life 🥺)

Smell

White Dogs on Blue Cotton

All of your Flaws and All of my Flaws (i’ll be absolutely honest: this one made me cry. a lot. just.... the concept of other people accepting you, flaws and all really hit home with me 🥺)

Her Favorite Present (another trope i wish i could see more of?? Kagome’s friends getting along with Inuyasha and helping him do sweet things for Kagome!! also them being Kagome’s pillars of support during the 3 year gap bc honestly, Kagome HAD to have told them the truth after the whole the-well-disappeared-and-kagome’s-bf’s-disembodied-voice-was-yelling-from-the-ground situation)

The Pilfered Bride 

There She Goes (an absolute GEM of a high school AU!!)

AND NOW that that’s out of the way; other recs from other authors! (these are in no particular order btw)

Light Me A Lantern by @inuyashasforest​

Never Was Easier by @nerdythangs

Under the Starlight by @fawn-eyed-girl

The Monster Under My Bed by @neutronstarchild

My Heart in Your Hands by @loveyou-x3000

Forever Changed by @lostinfantasyworlds

My Home, Your Heart by @fawn-eyed-girl

Eight Scars by @fawn-eyed-girl

Home 

The Most Solemn of Vows by @fawn-eyed-girl

Can Inuyasha Come Out and Play? by @neutronstarchild​

Your Name by @clearwillow​

Loving Him was Red by @born-for-eachother​

Caged Blood by @fawn-eyed-girl​

I Don't Deserve Happiness by @fawn-eyed-girl​

Hanyou

Warmth

these are honestly just the ones i HAVE checked out or am in the process of checking out (LMaL is so long but sO GOOD i wanna take my sweet sweet time with it lol), but WELP here you go i guess!! i just noticed a few of these aren’t outright inukag like you asked (i just can’t resist fics about Inu’s relationship with Izayoi and with Kagome’s mother asdgasfd) but oH WELL

please be sure to check out all the authors’s other works as well!! i actually just noticed many of my recs are from the same authors and honestly that’s as good an incentive as any to keep up with their work~ so.... much.... to read...!!!

EDIT: i forgot to mention this before but @inukag-archive has a TON of recs and you can ask them for some as well, so it’s a blog worth checking out~