#just. sweet angel lucas sinclair

[harringtown]

idk about yall but i will never recover from lucas cradling max instead of running while the ground literally splits open in front of him because he refused to leave her

[stevesbipanic]

@steddielovemonth Day 29: Love is going out of your way to do something you know will make them happy @forgottenkanji

Eddie knew a lot of things about Steve. He knew he loved peonies more than roses and listened to folk music when he cooked. He knew he loved sledding in the winter and lake days in the summer. He knew every step of his hair care routine and loved head scratches the most. Above all he knew Steve loved Valentine's Day.

He remembered how Steve would always make sure every girl got at least one rose delivered to them in home room and loved decorating his locker. Always wrote his classmates cards to fill their love boxes and made sure the kids got plenty of chocolate. Watched some special girl get taken on a perfect date each year, wishing for a world it could be him.

He remembers there being no dates last year, Steve looking as forlorn as him. He would find out a couple months later it's because the golden boy had been harbouring an equally massive crush and they promptly got together.

Now this year he vowed to go all out for his sweet boyfriend and give him the Valentine's Day he deserved.

"Eddie you hate Valentine's Day."

"You said it was capitalist bullshit."

"You literally burnt a bouquet once."

Eddie glared at the other Hellfire boys, he'd asked them to the diner to help him plan the best day ever not be attacked.

"That was the old Eddie, a sad gay little teenager, adult Eddie has the prettiest boy in the world to please."

Jeff was looking at him fondly while Grant rolled his eyes and Gareth gagged.

"EW don't call my cousin pretty!"

"We literally perform a song where I do just that."

"GOLDEN GODDESS IS ABOUT STEVE!"

"Hush, Garebear, we have plans to make."

The plan began simple, Robin was to take Steve out for breakfast, well, Steve take her out after she begs. Convincing Robin of the plan was easy since she loves Steve and free food as much as Eddie.

Then, while the boys set up the final surprise, Eddie would meet up with Steve at the arcade with the kids.

"Can't wait til we're home and alone, Eds, nice to have someone on Valentine's Day again."

"Just you wait, sweetheart."

Max would then radio Steve asking him to drive her to the movies for her date (although she was refusing to call it that again) with Lucas. She was also easy to convince, liking free rides.

Eddie would quickly change and rush to Steve's apartment to make dinner, he'd told Max to delay getting ready til Steve got there to stall him. He figured he'd have just enough time before-

Eddie was only halfway through making dinner before he heard the keys in the lock. No, Steve was home early, the candles weren't even lit yet!

"Eddie?"

He felt caught and dejected, all his plans falling through his fingers.

Steve glanced around the apartment, rose petals and unlit candles and the dining table set for two with a bouquet of peonies in a vase. Steve's favourite, spaghetti bubbling away behind Eddie.

"Eds, did you do all this for me?"

There's a certain awe in his voice as he asks. Eddie turns, turning down the heat on the pot and steps towards Steve. He takes his boy's hands gazing at him softly, "Of course, sweetheart, you love Valentine's Day. You're always so busy making it special for everyone else, and you missed last year, I wanted you to get wooed for once."

Steve's eyes are a little misty but he's smiling so Eddie knows he's not upset, "You got home early tho, baby, I haven't even lit the candles or turned on the music," Eddie explained biting his lip softly.

"I'm guessing Max was meant to keep me busy? You didn't tell Sinclair and his mom picked her up," Steve laughed.

"Shit, I knew I forgot something."

Steve kissed his cheek, "I'm going to get changed, think that'll be enough time for you?"

"Knowing you'll take forever with your hair, yeah I'll be ready, angel."

Steve flicked him playfully, "Oi, you love my hair."

Eddie yelped but smiled coyly, "Love messing it up too," he said winking.

Steve blushed and went to his bedroom to change. Eddie quickly finished the food, turned on the radio and lit the candles hoping it all set a romantic mood. Like clockwork he plated the food just as Steve returned to the room.

"Smells delicious, baby, you made my favourite!"

Eddie helped him into his chair, playing up the gentlemen's act, "Anything for you, sunshine." He poured them wine and laughed together as Eddie explained the whole plan, including Gareth's protest which Steve's giggled at. They were now cuddled on the couch, not really watching the movie, more just looking at each other occasionally trading soft kisses.

"Thank you for today, Eds, it really means a lot."

"I want to make every day special for you, Stevie."

"I wanted to ask you something, was going to ask on our anniversary but no-one has ever seen me the way you do."

"You know you can ask me anything, love."

Steve took Eddie's hand, glancing down and playing with his rings, a habit Eddie knew he did when he was nervous, "I wanted to ask if you wanted to move in with me?"

A smile quickly crept across Eddie's face, thought about getting to come home everyday to Steve and wake up every morning to him. Thought about how home had become the boy sitting across from him, wherever he went Eddie always wanted to follow.

"I'd love to move in with you, Stevie."

Neither boy would ever have to spend another day, Valentine's or not, not feeling completely and utterly loved ever again.

[jaegerisim]

When 11 year old Mike Wheeler boarded the Hogwarts express with his best friend Will Byers, all he could think about was how happy being here made him.

Being a Wheeler meant his life was already laid before him: get sorted into Gryffindor, marry another pure blood witch, have kids with her and continue the family line of Gryffindors.

All his family had been Gryffindors, which meant that they were one of the most anti-Slytherin families in the whole Wizarding World.

That wasn't a problem for him though, because his best friend was going to be sorted into Hufflepuff like his brother and mother, Professor Joyce Byers. Although he could be sorted in Gryffindor, like his father, Lonnie Byers, an Auror. Lonnie had been a well known Auror but after a terrible accident, the man had become violent and abusive. Fortunately, in drunken ire, Lonnie had decided to run off into the Muggle world, never to be seen again.

While on the train ride, they met: Lucas Sinclair; a sweet Black boy, his friend Dustin Henderson; a curly-haired boy with an impish grin and a pet cat called Mews, El Hopper; a gentle and shy girl whose father, Jim Hopper, was head of the Gryffindor house; and Max Mayfield; a girl with a strong personality and hot temper that matched her red hair.

Will and Max quickly befriended each other and Mike would be lying if he said that their immediate friendship didn't make him a little jealous. So Mike would constantly try to pry Will's attention away from the girl, winning himself a snarky remark or two.

By the end of the ride, all of them had become an inseparable group of friends. Mike had found El, extremely charming but his favorite would always be Will; with his big hazel eyes, endearing bowl cut and warm demeanor, who could blame Mike.

As they entered The Great Hall, all the first years stared at the enchanted ceiling with awe and wonder, yet Mike only had eyes for the young Byers.

The Sorting began and Mike trembled with anticipation, even though he already knew what house he'd be sorted into.

"Byers, Will!" called Professor Hopper.

Will squealed with excitement and ran over to sit on the stool.

Mike gave Will a reassuring grin and suddenly someone caught his eye. A blonde young man stared at Will with a pair of cold, blue eyes. Mike didn't think much of it, since he was more interested in his best friends head being swallowed whole by the Sorting Hat.

A minute of silenced passed until the Sorting Hat yelled "Slytherin!"

Mike's eyes widened. Slytherin? How could the purest, most angelic being be sorted into the house of villains? Surely that must be some sort of mistake! Mike waited for the Sorting Hat to laugh and say, "Just kidding, Hufflepuff!" But no, no such thing happened. For a fleeting moment, Joyce's eyes met Mike's and he noticed the woman's confused state.

Will didn't seem to mind being sorted into that house, apparently, as he skipped towards his table being met with enthusiastic cheers and pats on the back. An older girl with dirty blonde hair whispered something to him and he giggled, whispering something back. He recognized the girl, her name was Robin Buckley and his sister would always complain about how annoying her jokes were and how she couldn't stand her.

The Sorting continued as if nothing were wrong, as if the Sorting Hat hadn't made a mistake! It infuriated Mike to no end how nobody was speaking up about Will. Not even his brother or mother.

Mike was sorted into Gryffindor (surprising no one), Lucas was too, El was sorted into Hufflepuff, Dustin into Ravenclaw and finally Max into Slytherin. Mike couldn't help but notice how Lucas deflated a bit when Max went to high-five Will, earning a hug from him and Robin. Billy Hargrove, a 4th year Slytherin with a nasty attitude and Max's stepbrother, smirked at them with disdain.

Mike fell asleep feeling something was terribly wrong. Will couldn't possibly be evil! He was such a nice and caring soul! Still, he was determined to not let Will being a Slytherin ruin their friendship, especially since they shared Potions and Herbology together.

Mike detested Potions and Professor Creel seemed to detest Mike even more.

"Well done, Mr. Byers! What a wonderful potion, indeed." Professor Creel patted a delighted Will on the back "10 points to Slytherin"

Max and Will cheered and Professor Creel smiled proudly. A smile that disappeared the moment he saw Mike's own potion.

"Mr Wheeler that isn't a potion, that's your mother's stew!" cackled Professor Creel "5 points from Gryffindor and Mr Sinclair that potion is going to explode any second now"

Both Lucas and Mike's potions, promptly exploded. Mike thought he heard Will snicker softly.

The months passed until finals were just around the corner. So The Party was sitting in the library studying.

"Will! Can't you tell your mom to go easy on our Transfiguration test?" asked Mike.

"No, you know how Mom is super strict about not showing favoritism to me and Jonathan." chided Will, straightening his green and silver tie.

Mike felt a pang of pain whenever he thought about the snake embroidered onto Will's cloak or the green and silver colors adorning his uniform.

"Anyways, are you going to come to the Quidditch match this Sunday? It's the final between Slytherin and Gryffindor!" Lucas interrupted popping up from behind them.

"Of course!" piped up Will "Personally, I think we're gonna win the cup this year. Billy is such a good seeker and Tommy is a menace as a Beater! Although Nancy is a brilliant keeper and Jason is a great Team Captain"

Mike really wasn't interested in Quidditch but since Will was going, he supposed he would too.

He went to the Quidditch match sticking close to El who wasn't interested in it either. They'd grown pretty close this past year and people, mainly Lucas, were insisting on how they both looked like a couple. Mike really didn't understand why they said that but he played along with it.

Max and Will sat next to each other laughing and cheering their team on, booing whenever Gryffindor scored and clapping when Tommy took down Gryffindor's Chaser with a Bludgeon to the ribs.

Mike's insides burned with jealousy. It was obvious Will had found a new best friend in Max but hopefully that wouldn't mean he'd stop wanting to be Mike's best friend.

[the-royal-orora]

My idea on who (from other works) would be great candidates to be part of the Animorphs

So basically, here are who I feel would fit perfectly alongside the Animorph gang (Ax, Cassie, Jake, Marco, Rachel and the Auxiliary Animorphs)

*This is a mixture of what I like/are interested in and what other people like/are interested in. So just because I mention them doesn't necessarily mean I'm a fan of the work they are from*

Lastly, I'm adding what I personally feel would fit, however feel free to add onto this if you see something that I might have missed. Also, if I get anything wrong, feel free to correct me. (I'm doing my best to put research into this)

By the way, for this, assume that they have all been given the morphing ability by the morphing cube

From Stranger Things: Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Eleven, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Max Mayfield, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson

Harry Potter: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger

Scooby Doo: Shaggy Rogers, Fred Jones, Daphne Blake, Velma Dinkley, Scooby Doo 

Supernatural: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester 

Doctor Who: The Doctor (Along with their companions. Not listed due the number of them)

Monsterverse: Madison Russell, Bernie Hayes, Josh Valentine

Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Buffy Summers, Willow Rosenberg, Angel, Xander, Oz, Kendra, Faith

The Imperfects: Juan Ruiz, Tilda Weber, Abbi Singh

H2O: Just Add Water: Cleo Sertori, Emma Gilbert, Rikki Chadwick, Bella Hartley, Lewis McCartney

Jimmy Neutron: Jimmy Neutron (with Goddard as a Chee), Carl Wheezer, Sheen Estevez, Cindy Vortex, Libby Folfax, Nick Dean 

 Danny Phantom: Danny Phantom, Sam, Tucker Foley

Spongebob: Sandy Cheeks

Aqua Teen Hunger Force: Frylock, Meatwad (I would put Shake, but... I feel like he would be a volunteer controller and sell the Animorphs out)

The Slender Man Mythos: Jay Merrick, Tim Wright, Brian, Evan (without HABIT), Jeff, Stan Frederick

Mandela Catalogue: Adam Murray, Cesar Torres, Jonah Marshall, Mark Heathcliff (the first two are a maybe, the last two feel more fitting)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Michelangelo, April O'Neil

Teen Titans: Starfire, Robin, Beast Boy, Terra, Raven, Cyborg

Gravity Falls: Dipper, Mabel

Avatar: The Last Airbender/The Legend of Korra: Aang, Katara, Toph, Zuko, Korra, Asami Sato, Mako, Bolin

Adventure Time: Finn, Jake, Marceline

T.U.F.F. Puppy: Dudley Puppy, Kitty Katswell

The Powerpuff Girls: Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup

Friendship Is Magic: The Mane: Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, Rarity, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Spike

Kim Possible: Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, Wade Load

Ed, Edd n Eddy: Edd "Double D"

Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers: The Rangers

Sabrina the Teenage Witch: Sabrina Spellman, Salem

iCarly: Carly, Sam, Freddie, (maybe?) Spencer, Harper

Hocus Pocus: Max Dennison, Allison, Thackery Binx, Becca, Izzy, Cassie, (maybe?) Billy Butcherson

Monster House: DJ, Chowder, Jenny

Mean Girls: Cady Heron

GTA (all a maybe): Michael De Santa, Franklin Clinton, Trevor Philips, Jimmy, Lamar Davis, Lester, Niko Bellic, Johnny Klebitz, Carl "CJ" Johnson, Sean "Sweet" Johnson

Phineas and Ferb: Phineas Flynn, Ferbs "Ferb" Fletcher, Perry the Platypus

Futurama: Philip J. Fry, Leela, Bender, Professor Hubert J. Farnsworth, Zoidberg, Amy Wong, Hermes Conrad 

RWBY: Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, Yang Xiao Long

Sonic the Hedgehog: Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy

Super Mario Bros.: Mario, Luigi

The Legend of Zelda: Link

Ben 10: Ben

This is all I can think of for now. Again, please add more if you can think of any!

[dadsbongos]

the higher up a fic is, the newer and more accurate it is to my current writing style (re: older = more cringe)

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eddie munson

-MASTERLIST: ex-potential boyfriend (10 things i hate about you) Jim Hopper places a new rule against dating for both his adopted daughters - Eleven can’t date if you don’t - and Mike hires Eddie Munson to get around it. Unfortunately for Eddie, you are renowned by peers for being a horrid shrew.

-fanservice pride fic written during '23 pride because i needed a bisexual eddie to come out as bisexual to when i Realized(TM)

-he's in a band You and Eddie are forced to team up and make him into Snowflake King material so that you can beat Jason Carver in a bet (for fifty bucks and the success of Lucas Sinclair’s high school basketball career).

-unusually short eddie fic for valentine's day After being stood up on a Valentine’s picnic date, a friendly neighbor boy comes to end the embarrassment.

-eddie/s.o with goldenhar syndrom you’re waiting to go into reconstructional surgery, and your boyfriend - Eddie - won’t stop trying to read your patient form.

-freak’s church Eddie Munson has been trying to court you in his own special way since kindergarten and now he may finally get a chance thanks to Mrs. O'Donnell’s stupid poetry contest.

-1988 VAMPIRE ORGY TOUR While on tour with Corroded Coffin, Eddie can’t help but notice that at every stop - from Indianapolis to San Diego - he happens to run into you.

-monachopsis Eddie gets severely jealous of Dustin’s babysitter, but then he meets you and finds that you two are similarly wired (neurodivergent and misunderstood in the 80s).

-the third (feat. chrissy cunningham [smut ramblings mdni]) part one part two part three

-self-indulgent blurb of eddie meeting hopper you bring Eddie home to meet your adoptive father, Jim Hopper.

-skipping through a john hughes’ movie Your Home Economics teacher assigns a project - take care of an egg for a full week and present it. You end up paired with Eddie “the freak” Munson. At least your best friend, Chrissy, seems excited for you.

-the cheerleader you hate you, a hot cheerleader, are put into a group project with Eddie, a hot nerd, that requires a visit to the Hawkins’ art museum. Neither of you does a very good job of hiding your secret friendship, or your feelings for each other.

-the geekification of chrissy cunningham (feat. chrissy cunningham) phase one - weed and puppy love phase two - beating the shit out of her ex phase three - obligatory and unabashed epilogue (and smut [mdni]) Following her public break-up with Jason Carver, Chrissy Cunningham finds comfort and affection in two of Hawkins' most renowned freaks. Coincidentally, you and your boyfriend, Eddie, both seem to have a crush on the poor girl.

-within six days 1 - “Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?” 2 - “O, I am Fortune’s fool!” 3 - “O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art as glorious to this night.” 4 - “Juliet is the sun.“

5 - “For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.” 6 - “Parting is such sweet sorrow.” 7 - “O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?” 8 - “Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.” You, the valedictorian to-be, and Eddie, the bimbo pothead, start studying together so he can graduate. In return, he shows you a more “wild” life.

-the one and only Eddie picks you up from a party when you’re on a bad high and then you two agree to go on a date the next day.

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chrissy cunningham

-the third (feat. eddie munson [+18!]) part one part two part three

-slumber party (+18!) Chrissy comes to Corroded Coffin’s show and then makes the hot bassist (you) cum (you teach her how). -part 2 (+18!)

-why did you ask me out? 1 - the setup 2 - just how it used to be 3 - heartbroken but alive 4 - evil trance 5 - background characters to commercial lines You and Chrissy are long-lost best friends that join sides to pull one over on the girls hoping to make you prom queen as a bet. Things don’t always go to plan - sometimes you realize you’re in love and sometimes the girls shoot back at you.

-the geekification of chrissy cunningham (feat. eddie munson) phase one - weed and puppy love phase two - beating the shit out of her ex phase three - obligatory and unabashed epilogue (and smut [mdni]) Following her public break-up with Jason Carver, Chrissy Cunningham finds comfort and affection in two of Hawkins' most renowned freaks. Coincidentally, you and your boyfriend, Eddie, both seem to have a crush on the poor girl.

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robin buckley

-like batman! You and Robin get Kill Bill teenager-style revenge on Jason Carver and his friends after they spread a nasty rumor about you. Sapphic ways ensue (Do Revenge but a little gay).

-slender aphrodite has overcome me You and Robin were supposed to work on a chemistry project, but then she takes you to Lovers’ Lake. Also, Eddie supports lesbians.

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steve harrington

-steve harrington loses his mojo Steve and you are both depressed kids working towards nothing specific. Maybe you should kiss (AKA a convoluted three times Steve watches his friends be in happy relationships and the one time he gets into one).

horror movie collection (halloween special) -includes American Psycho, Halloween, Scream, Friday the 13th, Fear Street, and Jennifer's Body

[curiositydooropened]

top five stranger thing scenes?? the worst five as well??

BESTIE. This is torture. I literally just started a full rewatch, and I've committed myself to no fast forwards this time around.

I honestly don't even know I can answer this! Why am I thinking so much about this? Okay, okay. Off the dome. In no particular order (I'm sure I'll think of 50 more the second I post this.)

Best

The Sinclair Family triumph montage from S4e1. ICONIC.

The junkyard demodog fight sequence, all of it. Max and Lucas holding hands and Dustin seeing??? Dustin realizing he idolizes Steve "the Hair" Harrington???

Robin and Steve in the bathroom, for sure.

Steve going to Jonathan's to apologize in s1 and finding Nance and omg just all of that. "This is crazy! This is crazy!" (Don't get me started on that boyo's redemption arc.)

Can I cheat and say all of season 2??? Anything with Bob Newby, the absolute angel. I love the Billy drama. I love Max. I love badass Eleven. I love the Jancy tension. I love Murray in that season. I love Hop learning how to be a daddy! OMG "Halloween." "Sure is." COME ON???

Worst

Ugh like anything with Hop in Russia. Soz, I just wanted more Fruity Four screentime, and Hop was eating that.

Hop's note to Eleven. Heartbreaking and necessary and I loved it, but we all knew he wasn't dead, so it felt like it was playing us a bit for emotion

"Two Days Later" what is this bullshit!? Like, yes, I appreciate Steve in that henley at the high school with the onesie over his shoulder, but give me him RIPPING Dustin's from Eddie's corpse. You know? Give me Eleven recovering on the road under the care of her sweet, loving brothers. Give me the Mums of Hawkins congregrating in worry over whether or not their sweet babies are alive. Give me Erica and Lucas reuniting with their family at the hospital with Max! Like hello?????

The "SPARE ME" scene with Murray in the car on the way to the fair. It just felt tasteless. All of the characters of season 3 felt like a charicature of who they really were. Which I get, like from a creative and movie-lovers standpoint? Impeccable. But as a viewer who loves these characters with every fiber of my being? Meh.

Okay, because it has to be said. Eleven with Kali stuff? Could go without it. Really, I wish they would have expanded it so much more.

Does that answer it? Again I can think of like a million more bests and all of the worsts weren't bad, just not how I would have done it. Hence fanfiction hahahah

Thank you for letting me psychoanalyze myself! xo

[psychdelia]

billy woke up sweaty and sore with his head pounding. steve threw a graduation party for the seniors last night and, naturally, the popular juniors crashed it.

billy was the most excited out of the bunch, more than ready to see casa de harrington and what it had to offer. he expected the pool, expensive alcohol, smell of weed wafting from the basement.

what he didn’t expect was getting his own personal tour of steve’s room. not that he remembers much considering how this tour came about.

the details are a little iffy, some black spots here and there. billy remembers smoking with harrington and some other peers on the basement couch, beer in one hand, shitty indiana joint in the other. he waited until everyone left to pull out a bag of weed from california he’d been stashing, figured this was the best way to offer an apology since he never actually did apologize for their fight.

“now that that’s over with,” billy motioned towards the basement door once it closed. “wanna try the good shit?” he grinned as he presented the bag.

“holy shit. is it from cali?” steve asked, reaching for the bag. billy quickly pulled it out of his reach.

“of course it’s from cali, dumbass. you really think i’m gonna call your trash bud good?” he rolled his eyes. “but,” he licked his lips. “we’re square after this. no more hating me and i’ll leave you the hell alone. deal or no deal, amigo?”

steve seemed to contemplate, biting his bottom lip and eyeing between billy and the bag.

“you won’t be a dick to me or the shitheads?” steve raised an eyebrow.

“well, i can’t guarantee that.” billy chuckled. “but i won’t target any of you. plus, i already apologized to sinclair and left those brats alone. after max drugged me with whatever the fuck and nearly castrated me, of course. but i still did.” he shrugged.

billy would never admit he told max he wanted to apologize to lucas. would never admit the guilt was eating away at him until he apologized. to his surprise, lucas accepted the apology as long as billy carts him and max around to their stupid little dates. it’s pretty cute, seeing how in love he is with his dork sister. he’ll never admit that either.

“fuck, fine. deal. now hand it over, hargrove. always such a hoarder.” he rolled his eyes, snatching the bag away.

“it’s not my fault the rest of the team doesn’t know how to play ball, asshole.” billy huffed, watching steve grind and roll the flower up. “first hit’s yours.”

passing the joint around silently progressed to smoking with small talk, to them actually having a good discussion just talking about life. they were pretty gone as they talked about their parents. steve talked about traveling along the east coast with family, billy talked about california and mentioned his mom a couple times.

things took a turn when billy thoughtlessly mentioned how he used to shotgun the smoke with some friends back home and steve perked up.

“let’s do it.” steve suggested.

“what?”

“shotgun the smoke. i’ve never done it. cmon,” he sat up, patting billy’s knee. “we’ll do it to each other. you go first.” he leaned in very close to billy, leaving just enough distance between their faces. the party upstairs seemed to have quieted down.

they’d gone back and forth a few times, getting closer each time. billy was about to exhale when he caught steve’s bloodshot eyes drift down from his face and linger on his lips for longer than heterosexually normal. steve looked back up and his cheeks turned pink when he realized he’d been caught, but he didn’t seem to care.

steve really didn’t seem to care when he leaned forward and crashed his lips onto billy’s, forcing him to exhale the smoke into the other’s mouth. billy let out a soft moan when steve licked into his mouth. he hadn’t realized he ended up on steve’s lap until big hands were grabbing his ass and thighs, squeezing handfuls.

they didn’t realize the party was over and the house was empty until steve was dragging billy up the basement stairs. he groaned when billy started to kiss down his neck, blindly reaching behind him to turn the music off. by the time they got to steve’s room, they were half naked, clothes discarded along the stairs.

billy remembers getting on all fours on steve’s bed but immediately got flipped onto his back because i wanna see you, baby. he remembers wrapping his thighs around steve’s face when he licked him open, moaning when steve opened him up with deft fingers and harsh strokes to his prostate. he remembers getting fucked in the same position with steve kissing and licking and sucking and biting down his throat and chest. he remembers getting on top and pinning steve down, marking his neck up the same way he did billy.

he remembers waking up around 4am to steve spooning him. he was hard again and rutting against billy, letting out soft little moans before they fucked again in that same position, steve holding billy’s legs up and open, fingers digging into his thigh, his free hand messily jerking billy off.

now, it’s 11am and all the memories of last night came flooding back to him. his eyes are wide as he turns in steve’s arms, wincing at the soreness and stickiness in his thighs. his eyes go soft when he finds steve sleeping peacefully. his arms are still wrapped tight around billy and there are hickeys littering his neck and collarbones but he looks fucking angelic.

“steve.” billy shakes him a little. “steve.” he repeats, louder.

steve just groans and pulls billy close, tucking the blonde’s head beneath his chin and kissing his head.

“five more minutes, baby.” he murmurs tiredly into billy’s hair.

“steve.” billy sighs into his neck, feels the way steve shudders.

“what?” steve huffs. “wanna go again?” he grinds against billy, earning a moan out of both of them when their dicks rub.

“no. yeah. fuck, no. not now. wake the fuck up harrington.” billy groans, failing to escape his embrace. “fucking clinger.” he huffs.

“you literally clung to me like a koala when i was fucking you but i’m the clinger? asshole.” steve chuckled.

“have you seen your dick?” billy pinched his side. “it’s the size of my fuckin’ face, harrington. there was a lot going on.”

“oh shut the fuck up. you hungry?” steve murmured, pressing sleepy kisses to billy’s neck.

“you made me ride you for, like, an hour. i’m starving.”

“it was like 10 minutes billy. you’re so dramatic.” steve rolled his eyes as he stood up, dragging billy up with him.

“and you’re insatiable.” billy winced as the cold air hit him, cooling him off after being plastered to steve all night.

“come here.” steve murmured, grabbing billy’s hand and dragging him to the bathroom.

billy followed blindly, ignoring the heat in his cheeks at the way steve held his hand. his blush only deepened when steve grabbed a baby wipe and began to clean billy up, starting at the cum on his belly and moving down. he gave billy an odd look in which billy returned a frown, not understanding until steve gently wiped at his crack and hole, jumping at the sudden cold sensation.

he immediately told himself he wouldn’t catch feelings for this asshole, no matter how sweet or cute or hot or amazing in bed he was. but that thought was thrown out the second they got to the kitchen and billy was bent over the counter, steve draped over his body as he fucked him quick and deep, kissing down his neck and jerking him off.

billy especially didn’t fall in love when steve made him both blueberry and chocolate chip pancakes and fresh expensive italian coffee. he cringed at the way steve drank it black as he loaded it with cream and sugar, flipping a grimacing steve off as he took a sip.

“you want some more coffee with your cream and sugar? or some more pancakes with your syrup?” steve mocked with a fond smile as billy drowned his pancakes and sat half naked, only in a pair of steve’s shorts.

“fuck off.” billy muttered.

“mm, yeah, no. don’t think i will. you can’t get rid of me now, pretty boy. you’re stuck with me.” steve smirked. he leaned over and brushed stray blonde curls behind billy’s ear, watching the blush rise high on his cheeks.

[odyssey-system]

Enchanted: Part of Your World #1

"Can you do me a favor, sweetheart?"

Fiona Seville was on the phone with her father Dave as she sat on the couch in her apartment. Her frizzy hair was a slight mess as she adjusted her legs. "Y-Yeah, of course, Dad."

She could hear him sigh on the other end of the phone, along with a cough. "I was supposed to go to a benefit masquerade ball tomorrow night. The one that I go to every year."

"Right! The one for state arts programs?"

"That's right. Well... I can't make it this year. I ended up with bronchitis and your brothers have to take care of me at home."

Fiona frowned. "I'm sorry, Dad..."

"It's alright. I was just wondering, since you were closer, could you make the donation in my place at the ball?"

She bit her lip. She was not typically a person to deal with large crowds, but for the only parent in her life, she'd take a leap of faith. "O-Okay but if I make the donation for you, can you transfer me replacement money after?"

"Of course, sweetheart. You have my word."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

After a few phone calls with her agent, Ethan Blake, Fiona was able to donate money, book a ride and acquire an outfit for the night. She'd spent the past few days looking around for pop culture tidbits she might have missed over the past week or so. She practiced talking to people in the mirror, and she arranged to get out an hour early from work that day.

So now, here she was, sitting in the front seat of a Dryve car in a stunning silver ballgown made by one of Ethan's friends, Addison Sinclair. The driver wasn't much for conversation, preferring to listen to the radio, but she didn't mind.

Eventually, the car pulled up to the designated drop-off point for the masquerade in front of the Sheridan Hotel in downtown Los Angeles, a line of paparazzi along the velvet roped red carpet. Fiona put on her mask and took a deep breath.

Showtime.

Fiona made her way out into the stream of flashing lights, walking toward the start of the red carpet. She only recognized one face in the line of paparazzi: Ana de Luca of Trend Magazine, one of her favorites. She put on her sweetest smile as she heard murmurs about how no one knew who she was, and she prepared for the barrage of questions with a nervous glimmer in her eyes.

Surprisingly, none of them approached her but she was asked to pose for pictures, to which she obliged.

What mattered more to her was getting inside after speaking to both of the hotel's front door bouncers and the bellhop, who helped her find the ballroom in which most of the event was held.

The ballroom was massive, much more extravagant and intimidating than Fiona could have ever imagined. It felt like she was walking around in a fish tank full of people.

It terrified her.

"This place is pretty cool, isn't it?" A young man in his early twenties asked her confidently. "Definitely better than my prom."

Fiona smiled, the conversation alleviating some of her nerves. "Yeah, it's beautiful in here."

"Is this your first time going to this?"

"Yeah."

The man gave an understanding smile. "Me too. I'm Chadley."

"I'm Fiona." She fixed her hair and her mask, shifting her remaining nerves into movement.

Chadley smiled. "Do you want to go get something to drink?"

Fiona nodded back at him. "I'd like that."

The two made their way over to a table with refreshments, Chadley immediately going over to the flutes of champagne. "Bubbly?"

"No thanks." She tried looking for other drinks but only ended up finding water on the table. She grabbed a glass and a reusable straw kit, following Chadley.

"How'd you get an invite to this party? Did you have to pass some initiation or something?"

Fiona laughed. "No. Why, did you?"

"Yeah, kind of! Mr. Groot said that I needed to start sharing my brain cells with my kind and jump into a canyon with no braces for my teeth." He said it with nonchalance, making Fiona recoil a little. His eyes widened. "No no, it's okay! My agent Ethan told me that it was his way of saying I needed to venture out of my comfort zone or something.

She sighed in relief. "This Groot guy might need to find a better way to come across with what he's saying correctly... But at least you have Ethan. He's my agent too."

"Oh sweet! He always has the best suits."

Fiona could think of a few other outstanding qualities about Ethan that would rank higher, but she did have to give Chadley that. "What do you do?"

"I'm a film actor. What about you?"

"Oh! Um..." Fiona's cheeks tinged pink slightly. "I'm a barista but I do have this character acting gig. I do birthday parties and stuff."

"That's cool! Do you like it?"

"Yeah! It's fun to make characters on your own that you can help people with, you know?"

"Hell yeah! So are you working during this party then?"

She shook her head. "No, my dad's a composer. He comes here every year, but he got sick and couldn't make it this time. He wanted me to make a donation this year for him, and I'd do anything for my dad."

"I get you. I'm gonna go talk to more people but-" He took a napkin and wrote down a set of digits. "Here's my cell phone number if you need something. I've gone to some stuff like this, I can help you."

Fiona smiled warmly. "You're so sweet, Chadley! I appreciate this, thank you."

"No worries, Fiona! Hope I see you around." He went off into another portion of the ballroom.

Afte watching him go and making sure he was alright, Fiona went to go sit next to the stage. It was sparsely used at the moment, a few musicians tuning and doing mic checks. She took a few minutes to browse her Pictagram feed idly, pausing on a post by the Wilshere siblings when she noticed something familiar about the backdrop.

"Excuse me." A tall male with shoulder-length hair and a beard said as he approached, gentle and calm with his security badge visible on his belt. "I need you to not block the stairs, ma'am."

Fiona blushed and glanced at the stairs. "Sorry, sir..."

"It's okay. Some of the acts are just ready to sound check."

"Right, of course." She followed him out of the way before spotting a pair of blondes approaching the stage: the Wilshere twins.

Fiona was in awe.

The male of the pair nodded to the security guard. "Thank you, Damien." He turned to Fiona. "Sorry for making you find a new wallflower spot. We just don't want anyone to get hurt, especially a charming young thing like you."

"Arthur! Don't tease the poor girl!" His sister strode over and gave a wide, warm smile. "Sorry about him." She took Fiona's hands. "You seem overwhelmed, love. Are you alright?"

Starstruck but true to Avery's observation, Fiona bit her lip. "I'm not used to navigating parties like this."

"I understand. These things can make a girl feel so small in a world so big, especially for your first time at one of these parties." She squeezes her hands. "There's a few different rooms next to the ballroom being rented out for the ball as well. Those might help you find a smaller group of people around here."

"Avery? Your turn for sound check," her brother called out.

The blonde sighed. "I have to go. But you've got this. I believe in you."

Fiona watched Avery go onto the stage, still anxious but more hopeful than before. She gave both her and Arthur a wave before walking around the ball a bit more.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

After half an hour of roaming all of the other rooms, Fiona found herself in one that resembled a casino. It was a bit smaller than the other rooms, which helped her anxiety, but it felt very much like a boys' club in there with the amount of older men. Several men stared at her as she walked in, appraising her like jewelry. Or worse. She did her best to not give them any ideas or pay them any mind.

Unsatisfied playing games with any of the older men, she made her way over to the bar that was for the most part unoccupied. She sat on the other end of the bar, ordering a coffee instead of alcohol because of her need to have a clear head to survive the night.

When her coffee arrived, the waitress also placed a notebook in front of her, a pen tied to the spiral. She opened it cautiously, seeing neat handwriting on the first page.

Are you alright?

Fiona looked up from her spot and noticed the only other patron at the bar: a younger male but still considerably older than her, nursing a glass of scotch in his hand. His eyes met hers, and he smiled genuinely back at her. She pointed to him and then down at the notebook. He nodded in response. She quickly wrote a response after grabbing a pen from her purse:

Yeah. My first time at one of these events. It's a little scary.

She slid the notebook over to him so the waitress didn't have to do it. She watched him write, moving his hand in a gentle and elegant fashion, before he slid it back to her.

I understand. I didn't want to scare you and add to that. Do you want to sit with me?

Fiona took a moment to collect her thoughts before sliding her purse onto her shoulder. She collected the notebook and her coffee, walking over to sit next to him. "Sorry. I-I just figured if my answer was yes, I didn't want to be redundant.

He nodded in reply. "That's alright. I'm Thomas, by the way."

She smiled. "I'm Fiona."

I want you to know I'm a mirrorball I'll show you every version of yourself tonight

Thomas crossed his legs, right over left. "So what got you to come out here tonight, Fiona?"

"I-I came for my dad. He normally comes down here but he's sick this year."

"What's your last name?"

"Seville."

The name seemed to click in Thomas's head. "Ah yes, I believe I'm somewhat familiar. Dave's his name, right?"

"Y-Yeah."

"I remember him. We've met in passing before, I believe. The most I know is that he's a composer. Are you in the music industry as well?"

I'll get you out on the floor Shimmering beautiful And when I break, it's in a million pieces

Fiona shook her head. "Not exactly. I'm a barista most days, but I also do children's birthdays and other stuff like that as a costume actor. Sometimes it involves singing, but it's not the bread and butter of what I do."

Thomas smiled. "Impressive. You definitely achieve the Disney princess aesthetic tonight."

She blushed. "Thank you. You look nice too."

Hush, when no one is around, my dear You'll find me on my tallest tip-toes Spinnin' in my highest heels, love Shinin' just for you

The two could hear the bartender turn on the television, and a picture of Thomas without a mask on flashed across the screen as part of a television tabloid, along with his full name.

Mortified, Thomas partly covered his face with his hand.

Fiona looked at him sympathetically, reaching for his empty hand. "Is everything okay?"

Hush, I know they said the end is near But I'm still on my tallest tip-toes Spinnin' in my highest heels, love Shinin' just for you

"I... I have a problem with fangirls sometimes." He held her hand gently. "I'm sorry."

She shook her head. "D-Don't be." She looked around. "In all fairness, half of the people here look like you because of the masks and everything."

He uncovered his face. "You're not even a little starstruck at me?"

Fiona smiled and shook her head again. "I-I mean, I *do* know who you are now. But... I mostly look at Trend and music industry magazines, so I don't get your exposure a lot."

I want you to know I'm a mirrorball I can change everything About me to fit in

Thomas took another sip of his scotch, contemplating her words. "Well... What is your impression of me, then?"

You are not like the regulars The masquerade revelers Drunk as they watch my shattered edges glisten

She looked at him thoughtfully. "I-I think you seem like a hard worker. You have ambitions that aren't always in the realm of reality, but you try. And you make every effort to keep your private life and your work separate. You think art is a second life in and of itself."

Thomas sat silent for a moment, stunned. "And how did you manage to decipher all of that?"

Fiona's smile hinted at a hidden laughter. "You don't seem like you've sold your soul to any towel rack of a tabloid, Mr. Hunt."

He knew the game she was playing now. She seemed to warm up to him quickly, something that could hurt them both if they weren't careful.

But the angle she was going for now? Two could play at that game.

Hush, when no one is around, my dear You'll find me on my tallest tip-toes Spinnin' in my highest heels, love Shinin' just for you

"You'd think correctly, Ms. Seville," he said with a regal and teasing side-smirk. "However, seems it's my turn to pick your brain."

Fiona flushed, almost retreating from the teasing as her fingers on one hand started playing with the edges of her frizzy hair. "G-Go ahead."

Thomas was gentle as he shifted on the barstool, taking a full look at her. "You are definitely in touch with your inner child in a way I don't see often around here. Not necessarily the innocence, but you tap into that with your curiosity, your sincerity, your kindness."

Fiona shied away slightly at the very accurate read of her.

He let her have a moment to recover before continuing to speak. "I would love to have more time to figure you out fully, to get to know you, person to person... if you'll have me."

Hush, I know they said the end is near But I'm still on my tallest tip-toes Spinnin' in my highest heels, love Shinin' just for you

She looked up at him with soft silver-blue eyes, searching herself for the answer as she contemplated his request. "O-Okay. Can some of that time be without a crowd...?"

He smiled. "I know just the place." He took her by the hand and led her out to an open balcony, pulling her into a slow dance as the door closed after them when they got outside. He led her, one arm around her waist and the other holding her head protectively to his chest.

And they called off the circus Burn the disco down When they sent home the horses And the rodeo clowns I'm still on that tightrope I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me

She pulled away from the close embrace, moving to hold his hands again. "I-I..."

Thomas smiled, a patient ease to his posture. "Yes, Fiona?"

"Can we have... more than just tonight to know each other?"

He held her cheek. "I would love nothing more."

And I'm still a believer, but I don't know why I've never been a natural All I do is try, try, try I'm still on that trapeze I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me

In an instant, her lips tilted to reach his.

And nothing else that night mattered for a weightless, ethereal, eternal moment.

Because I'm a mirrorball I'm a mirrorball I'll show you every version of yourself tonight

[parabellum-rpg-archive]

Congratulations, Joss! You’ve been accepted to play Sofia Costello. Your request to change her FC to Ester Exposito has also been approved. Please make your page and send it in within 24 hours.

Admin note: I’m a big fan of the way you fleshed out Sofia. Choosing an applicant was near impossible for me, but all of the headcanons and mannerisms that you incorporated into your writing really screamed ‘Sofia’ to me. I can’t wait to see her on the dash! - Admin V

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CHARACTER DESIRED

Sofia Costello

DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER IN YOUR OWN WORDS

The easiest way to find Sofia Costello in any room is to yell, “fuck Luca Costello” and see who comes out ready for a fight. Of course, then you’ll have to deal with her temper. She’s hardly the family spitfire, but when it comes to her twin, she’ll take on all comers. Raised from birth with a built-in best friend and tormenter (and tormentee, it really depended on the day), the twins were partners in crime, which perhaps suits them for their current life choices.

Sofia loves fiercely, and in an uncomplicated manner. She leaves the angst, pain, and doubt to her siblings and simply embraces everything and everyone she chooses to let into her inner circle. She’s a terrible poker player, wearing her heart on her sleeve, but she’d rather be known for passion than restraint. That being said, she isn’t sweet or naive or even remotely angelic. She’s a manic pixie nightmare, descending upon her family with loud exortations about how bad traffic is and how many lattes she’s already had, demanding hugs and kisses and perching on the edge of her father’s chair when she wants something from him. She lives by the unofficial 11th and 12th commandments: “don’t get caught” and “deny everything”.

While the tabloids always tried to paint her as a spoiled little rich girl and a wild partier, they missed the more important details. Like that she never got below an A in anything, was captain of her fancy school’s cheerleading squad, and got accepted to every school she applied to without even having to ask her father to make a donation. None of that mattered, of course, she and Luca had been caught out and about at any number of wild parties, so she was Princess Sofia to her classmates, and a trainwreck-to-be to the media. It turned out it was Luca who actually went down the rabbit hole, though Sofia went right along with him, prepared to follow him anywhere. Short of pushing Juliet down a flight of stairs (okay, it happened, but it was a very short flight and Juliet shouldn’t have been standing so close to the edge), Sofia could never find a way to dig Luca out of the hole he’d made for himself, so she did the next best thing: she stayed. She turned down every Ivy League school and went to the University of Chicago instead, majoring in history, which everyone said was a total waste of time. She emerged with a degree and no plans about what to do yet except maybe grad school, but the wedding has meant she’s had to shift all her goals. She can’t just convince Luca to move to Paris with her for four years while she gets a PhD or something, she has to stay to look out for him.

Sofia fell in love with fashion due to her obsession with her dead mother’s photographs. She rarely asks about her, and never knew the dead woman in the pictures, but Guinevere had a wicked sense of style, and Sofia picked up where her mother left off. Of course, Cassandra also has impeccable, if slightly more assertive tastes, and Sofia has moulded the two influences into her own aesethetic. She gained her history honors degree by writing about the history of corsetry during World War I, and would like to pursue an education in the history of fashion. She’s too short to be a model, and she has no interest in it anyway (and judges her sisters-in-law to-be for their career choices), but she always insists on attending fashion week and wearing a mixture of designer and vintage finds.

Seeing her brother break his heart over and over again with Juliet, Sofia has vowed to never fall in love, and instead keeps a string of boys that she briefly entertains before casting them aside, though she always makes it clear that she has no interest in a relationship. That being said, she has a variety of unrequited, and unspoken, crushes on the men that surround her family, like Benjamin, Mateo, and even Mason, who she remembers mostly as Juliet’s much nicer and very handsome older brother.

While she may be the youngest in her family, Sofia happily bosses all of them around, though it’s not always successful. She’s talked her way onto sets at Mia’s production company, into Leon’s club, and pretty much anywhere she wants to when it comes to Ezra, who everyone acknowledges is a soft touch. The only place she stays out of is her father’s business, since she has never had any interest in it, viewing it much the same way as her friends’ fathers, who commit acts of white collar crime on the stock market. She rarely judges her family for anything other than their sartorial choices or their sexual partners, which she happily comments on despite the rank impropriety.

The lowest point of her life so far has been the situation with Luca. While she’s normally almost preternaturally happy, her rage has done nothing to stop events from happening. It’s the first thing she’s ever really needed that hasn’t happened. It’s making her more and more frantic, and it’s gotten to the point where she’s willing to simply sabotage the wedding to stop it from happening, though she suspects there’s very little she could do to achieve that. She’s tried to talk Luca around, and has had to get multiple bus and train tickets refunded, though her plans have never really gone beyond “run away” and “protect Luca from the family bullshit”. Her brother and her breathe in sync if they fall asleep together, he seems to her as much a part of her as her arm or her eye, and she has felt like she was losing him for the past five years, never more so than now. While she hides it from him, she worries about what happens next.

WRITING SAMPLE

It was late, though the lights downtown meant it was never really dark. Sofia’s heels, so high that she didn’t so much walk as tip-toe, clicked along the pavement unevenly. That may have been because she was drunk. Well, tipsy at least. It wasn’t her fault. Bad news required the kind of support that only alcohol could provide. She’d had a mission tonight: get fucked up. Mission: accomplished. Of course, she hadn’t really figured out what to do after she’d completed the mission. It certainly didn’t make the whole “engagement” go away. Who the fuck were the Sinclairs anyway? She knew about them in the way that you knew about other rich people in Chicago who were also not necessarily on the right side of the law, and there were parts of town she wasn’t supposed to go to, not to mention that Paisley and Paityn Sinclair were always getting put up on magazine covers and billboards and other ridiculous nonsense. During the scary times she’d been told she had to go out with a bodyguard a few times, but that hardly counted. Her friend Anouk was the Turkish ambassador’s daughter, she had bodyguards all the time. So why, all of a sudden, did their families require some sort of bizarre merger that required Luca to marry one of the peppermint-stick girls whose family had clearly married their cousins a lot for their hair to be red?

“Fucking MEDIEVAL BULLSHIT!” She addressed a statue and informed it of her opinion. It didn’t answer back, but really, what was it going to do but agree with her anyway? Who still had arranged marriages? What was this, 16th century Italy? Was her father going to have her inspected to ensure she was still a virgin before marrying her off to a … her mind couldn’t come up with a decent enough comparison. “A fucking wool merchant!” She flung the remainder of the bottle that she vaguely remembered taking from the club. Or had it been a hotel bar? Or someone’s loft? It was more than a little blurry. She was going to do something about this. Something other than tell her dad to stop being an archaic tool of the patriarchy, which hadn’t really had any effect, and beg her mother to make her dad see sense, which also hadn’t worked. She’d even threatened to flunk out of school, go work as a porn star at Mia’s studio, develop an embarrassingly public coke habit, and possibly reveal all their secrets to Wikileaks (which she wouldn’t really have done, not that she knew anything anyway, but her dad still told her off for). She was running out of threats that she could reasonably pull off. Her education hadn’t really prepared her for this.

Without meaning to, her heels, which had been fashioned to look like hooves with cute furry boots up to the knee, and which came with an adorable horned head piece and mitts that had been sewn to match the boots, clippity clopped all the way to the nearest building, which just so happened to be Luca’s home, her breath coming in little white puffs from the cold. Her epic bar-crawl (had there been an art show in there as well? she felt like she may have bought an entire series of graphically nude and obscene sculptures and put it under her dad’s name) hadn’t been planned around ending up at his place, but it never really had to. Luca was her magnet, her compass point, the centre of her maze. She circled him but always found her way back, no matter how far she went.

Using her passkey, she trotted into the elevator, where a series of former frat-douches turned financiers stared at her with a mixture of interest and contempt. “Why are you dressed like a goat?” One of them, she didn’t care which, they all looked the same, had spoken. She wasn’t sure exactly how long ago, it had taken her mind a while to translate from douche into English. Giving him her most withering stare, which she’d copied from her mother whenever someone suggested she sit near the kitchen at a restaurant, she spat, “I’m a fucking faun, dumbass.” Clopping out of the elevator, she flipped the snorting party the finger.

Collapsing against Luca’s door, the hoof-heels failed her and she fell more than walked in. “Fuck me, what a stupid fucking place to put the floor.” Since getting up seemed like more work than she was capable of at the moment, she crawled from the entrance down through the apartment, complaining not particularly quietly about how Luca needed to get an open-design place for this exact reason, before finding his bedroom (it only took three tries). Dragging herself onto his bed, she noted that he was still passed out in it, but she’d known, even if she didn’t know how, that he’d be there somewhere. “Wake up, butthead, I can’t get my boots off.” He snorted and rolled over, still asleep. Giving up, Sofia tossed the mitts and the horned head piece aside and settled into bed next to him, curling up and pulling the covers over him so that he was tucked in better. Her own body had pinned the covers around him, so he looked like a boy-shaped burrito, but he was her boy-shaped burrito. “You’re not allowed to complain if I sleep in my boots, okay? Okay, good, we agree.” Patting his head, she lay there for a moment, studying him, trying to figure out what piece of him broke and why it hadn’t broken inside her. “Can’t you just take the piece from me?” Sniffling, she pressed her face into his pillow and left long mascara tracks on it, falling asleep like that, her hand tightly caught in her brother’s, as if she could hold him together in the places where he’d cracked.

[ao3feed-mileven]

Everything

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by martygalwrites

Mike and El have nothing to do but wait on the back of an ambulance, and they spend this brief little eye-of-the-storm taking care of each other. Just like they always have.

Words: 1641, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Steve Harrington, Joyce Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper

Relationships: Eleven | Jane Hopper/Mike Wheeler

Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, My sweet angel babies, I'm Bad At Tagging

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2liVSQd

[harringtown]

S, T, W, X, and Y for the fic ask game?

S Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

im a big sap so any romance trope ends me but i am and forever will be a soulmate hoe

T Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

idk if its cant stand maybe just personal preference but i dont read major character deaths ok i dont need to put myself through that pain yall are braver than me

W. Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

i dont really have a preference, but more specific ones are a lil easier i guess? like with a song prompt theres a bunch of different options, and i sometimes wonder if i totally interpreted it differently than the person who asked but theyre really fun and i do love plotting so like. honestly both are good. i do love dialogue prompts the most though idk why they just 🤌🏻

X. a character you enjoy making suffer.

look i wont kill him but i will make steve harrington suffer in fic

Y. a character you want to protect.

Lucas Sinclair. he is a sweet lovely angel who deserves the entire world

[prettyboiiharringrove]

Stranger things — everything is gay and everything hurts.

feel free to add your own headcanons because this is fun for me. If the Duffers won’t do it then fuck you, I will. Everyone is lgbt+ now, you can’t stop me.

Steve Harrington better known as (bisexual) king steve. he is my bisexual lord and savior. 

Billy Hargrove is a soft gay boii ™ that is constantly overcompensating and in dire need of an attitude adjustment. Someone please provide this bitchy gayby with some guidance. 

Jonathan Byers is pansexual and “no, for the last time assholes, it doesn’t mean he fucks pans and I know you know that”.

Nancy Wheeler eats pussy at least once a day as part of her diet.

Tommy H is better at sucking dick than he is at eating pussy, sorry Carol. 

Carol is an arrogant bitter bitch and a bit of a pillow princess, but she would have hooked up with Nancy if she had just asked so like why choose Steve and Jonathan ?? She’s still mad about it.

Will Byers is a soft sweet boy and also canonically gay and no one can take that away from me.

Eleven/Jane is a sweet demiromantic/demisexual angel that deserves love. Protect my badass baby.

Dustin Henderson is especially hurt when Max and Lucas get together because he has feelings for both of them. Like most of us he’s queer and sad. 

Mike Wheeler is like aro/demiromantic but he’s got a lot of misplaced feelings someone help him. 

Lucas Sinclair, oh sweet bicurious baby Lucas.

Max Mayfield doesn’t let labels or gender limit her or her love life, my fiery genderqueer babygirl. 

Joyce Byers hooked up with all the same girls as Hopper.

Jim Hopper hooked up with all the same guys as Joyce.

Claudia Henderson is an angel that loves cats and dreams of sweet lady kisses.

Karen Wheeler has had feelings for Joyce since they were in school but she didn’t want to be caught with the weird bad girl so she dismissed her feelings and now she’s trapped in a loveless marriage.

Ted Wheeler is an aro/ace dude that ended up with Karen because the hot girl was into him and everyone told him he’d be stupid not to go for it.

Officer Calvin Powell is over the moon for Phil. 

Officer Phil Callahan went to Jared and Calvin is crying.

Florence “Flo” is the asexual mom friend that makes sure you eat your greens and calls you out on your bullshit. 

Okay I take it back, there may be some straights; every queer friend group has the token straight friend(s) and that’s the story of how Mr & Mrs Sinclair found love in the gayest town in Middle America.

I don’t care about Neil & Brenner’s sexuality because the only place their dicks belong is a garbage disposal. 

[thesorceressyennefer]

Hey friend! Congrats on 1k! You are so talented, and a huge inspiration 💜 The song/fic idea is super creative! One of my favorite personal headcannons is that Modern!Lumax's song is 'when I'm with you' by Best Coast!💛💛 I would love a sweet little modern lumax fic, and you write lumax better than anyone. Happy writing and have fun! -@michael-hearteyes-wheeler

Thank you so much Allie, you are too kind!! “When I’m With You” is such a lumax bop, I loved it! The modern part of your request got a little lost in the 2 months it took me to write this, but the time period is pretty ambiguous so I hope this is acceptable lol! @michael-hearteyes-wheeler

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Max knew UCLA had been the right choice.

It didn’t matter that she had slowly fallen in love with Hawkins. With the teeny tiny downtown with that housed a whopping two decent restaurants. With the leaves that turned bright, beautiful colors she’d never seen in California. And most importantly, with the people who became her family.

Hawkins didn’t have the ocean (no matter how many times the party argued with her that Lake Michigan was basically the same thing). It didn’t have endless days of sunshine. It didn’t have the unexplainable feeling of comfort and familiarity she felt in California, even in the parts of the state she hadn’t been before.

At least that’s what she told herself as her dad pulled out of the parking lot and she turned back around to face her dorm building, a sense of both abandonment and adventure swirling in the pit of her stomach.

She had been able to tag along with the Sinclairs to drop Lucas off at Yale, as his semester started a few weeks before her first quarter. She wondered if this was how he felt after they all drove away. Was it panic or excitement that won out in the end for him?

She decided to ask him, heading back into her dorm room and dialing the number of his dorm room, then panicking because it was only 1 p.m. and he was probably in class, but oh wait, no, there’s a three hour time difference now—

“Hello?”

“Hey stalker,” said Max, relaxing into her chair.

“Hi Mad Max,” she could hear the smile in Lucas’s voice. “You get moved in okay?”

“Yeah, first one here, so I got to claim bottom bunk.”

Lucas asked about her room and how her dad is doing, distracting her from the reason she called until a silence settles, the terror creeps back in, and she remembers.

“Be honest were you kind of freaking out when your parents and Erica and I left you at your dorm room?”

“Oh no, I was completely calm waiting for the stranger I was supposed to be sleeping five feet from to come back from shopping, alone in a city I had only been in once before, no idea what college classes would be like…” Lucas paused. “Of course I was freaking out. I sobbed into my pillow. And if you tell any of the party I told you that I’m flying to California and stealing your skateboard.”

“So what I’m hearing is that if I want you to visit, I just have to tell Dustin how you cried like a little baby.”

“I’d rather you just ask me to visit.”

“Okay, I guess I could just do that.”

*

Lucas never understood the way Max used “home” interchangeably to refer to Hawkins and California until he left Indiana himself.

He never thought he’d miss boring Hawkins, where nothing ever changed. But he missed knowing every street name, every curve of the road, every neighbor’s name. He missed the ice cream from Scoops Ahoy, even though the Baskin-Robbins around the corner tastes nearly identical. When classes felt too difficult, when friends felt too few and far between, he found himself wishing for home.

Then, he went back to Hawkins for Christmas break and felt the same yearning for home, only this time home was New Haven. He felt himself wishing for his favorite bench in the park near campus, for a place with a decent latte, and even for his usual spot in among the stacks in the library.

“It’s so weird how New Haven feels like home now, but Hawkins also feels like home, but, like, in a different way” he told Max as they sat on the floor of his bedroom.

“I know what you mean,” said Max, stretching her leg out to push her foot playfully against Lucas’s. “I wish I could have Hawkins and LA together.”

“And New Haven?” Lucas asked softly, ready to laugh it off as a joke, but hoping Max would say yes.

“And New Haven,” Max agreed, smiling at him.

*

Max loved when Lucas came to visit. All of the places she felt tired of—Third Street Promenade, the Getty, Dodger’s games—were all made new every time he came to visit. She was never bored with him around, even if they were just skating in circles around Venice or sharing an In-N-Out shake.

Instead of getting used to being apart, Max felt it getting harder and harder to be without Lucas each passing year. The ocean’s beauty dimmed without Lucas’s perpetual astonishment in every detail at the beach. The view around the Griffith Observatory wasn’t as beautiful without him in the foreground.

Worse was going back to her apartment at the end of each day and going to bed alone. She hated that she had ever complained about Lucas’s snoring. She’d put up with any amount of noise just to know he was right there, within arm’s reach.

The truth was she was starting to feel like home wasn’t a city, it was Lucas. The last time she visited Lucas, she felt just as at home wandering around New Haven with his hand in hers as she did wandering around LA.

*

Their lives take Max and Lucas many places: New York for a few years, then to San Francisco for grad school, then back to Hawkins when Mrs. Sinclair falls ill, then to Portland, then finally back to Los Angeles to be near Max’s father when they find out she’s pregnant.

Lucas doesn’t even realize how that yearning for towns past disappears when he moves in to his first apartment with Max, never to reappear through any of these cities.

Now when his boss is being impossible or he feels lonely, he still wishes for home. But home is now the arms of his wife, wherever she may be.

Max doesn’t notice the way she stops comparing every city to her hometown.

Whatever city she’s in, it’s just the backdrop. Her home is standing firmly in the foreground, and even when he’s not there, she can close her eyes and see him so clearly with the long-ago-lost camouflage bandana across his forehead.

[creativeashproductions]

Time of Arrival // Steve Harrington

Summary: It was a huge shock when you traveled from the summer of 1981 to summer of 2008. With the help of your nephews, who are now older than you, you adapt to the new life. The next four eyes you integrate in the hunting before four years later you’re sent back with Sam and Dean to kill a monster to 1984.

Characters: Steve Harrington x Winchester!Reader, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Mike Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Castiel (mentioned), Nancy Wheeler (mentioned), and Jonathan Byers (mentioned)

Words: 2963

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Stranger Things or the characters involved. I only own the Reader’s backstory and plot. I also do not own images or gifs that may appear in this either.

Warnings: Swearing, monster decapitation, death, mention of Barb, fluff, and angst

Author: Caitsy

A/N: I’ve changed the years that Samuel and Deanna Campbell died, when Henry Winchester MAY have died. I changed where the Winchesters initially lived before moving to Lawrence.

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As a Winchester you were accustomed to a lot of weird situations including an angel you had deemed the nicest one you had run into during your almost twenty years. Being sent back in time to Hawkins, Indiana was bittersweet given that you actually originally travelled from the early 80s to the mid 2000s just after your brother died.

In 1981 when you were sixteen years old and living in Hawkins with your parents, brother and his wife you ran into trouble. First off John and you had a ten year age difference which should have given you a hint that you were half siblings. John’s father Henry was killed in the future as Azazel leaving John to think he was abandoned and then your mother remarried in 1963 when she got pregnant.

You grew up knowing about the supernatural when you stumbled into your brother’s father-in-law exorcising a demon and his wife decapitating a vampire. He took you under his wing to teach you the ways of being a hunter that Mary didn’t want to be a part of. You spent two consecutive summers staying with them using the surrogate father excuse with your mom. Your Dad was a piece of shit when it came to parenting.

The summer of 1981 you had plans to meet Nancy Wheeler at her place for her small sweet sixteen that her parents had invited you to. You never made it to the party, you remember hearing wings flapping before it went white and you woke up in the back of the impala with Dean and Sam upfront. Of course nobody stopped looking for you until they found Samuel Campbell’s dead body and the urgency shifted to finding the murderer.

“Home.” You showed looking around the familiar surroundings of the town you grew up in.

“Finally.” Dean grumbled, “After four years you’re back here.”

You ignored Dean’s comment to find the vampire that had somehow come into contact with a powerful witch. Like all other hunters and supernatural creatures the Winchesters were the people everyone wanted gone and sending them back in time to be killed was perfect. You were scanning the area for the vamp when your eyes landed on a frantic group of young teenagers. Both the teens and the vampire were just on the edge of the woods when you began to trek over, flipping the machete in your hand easily.

“Let’s do this.” You smiled to Dean and Sam before sprinting into the clearing just past the edge of the woods.

When you found the vampire he was hissing at the group with a hand outstretch to grab the closest human. For some god awful reason time traveling for vampires depleted their food. You noticed that one of the teens was older than the rest with a metal bat self modified with nails in the end. You didn’t think he would survive so you fluidly moved to kick the vamp’s knee off and sliced the head off the neck as if you were an experienced dancer.

“Oh god.” One of the younger teens muttered as he leaned down and gagged off to the side.

“Holy shit!”

“Not the right time Dustin!” The older teen said pushing in front of the group.

“Wait.” A familiar young boy with shaggy hair interjected shoving past the others to be in front. His eyes scanning you in a mystified expression, “Y/N Winchester?”

Not a beat passed before Dean’s gun was levelled evenly between the boy’s eyes with a furious expression on his face.

“How do you know her?” Dean spoke not giving a damn about how old he was.

“Whoa man!” The older teen exclaimed moving to step into the line of fire before your gun was aimed as his face too.

“I’m Mike Wheeler!” The boy quickly spoke staring down the barrel of the gun, “Do you remember me?”

You blinked at the sight of him before fully looking at each member of the that group with curiosity. You began to put the images of them if they were younger before lowering your gun to clench it next to your side. All of them resembling the boys that geeked out in the Wheeler’s basement over a game.

“Aren’t you supposed to be ten?” You checked dropping the dripping machete to the ground from your other hand. You ensure the gun was still in your right hand.

“It’s 1984 Y/N.” Mike spoke with furrowed eyebrows, “Did these guys kidnap you?”

“These are my nephews Dean and Sam Winchester from the future.”

“The future.” The curly haired one, you recognized him as Dustin with the hair and lisp, scoffed.

“I just decapitated a vampire and time travel is hard to believe?” You muttered shaking your head, “I guess Castiel didn’t send up far enough in time.”

“We never stopped looking you.” The older teen said.

“And you are?” Sam questioned with a hard expression.

“Steve Harrington.”


“No way.” You gasped looking him over, “Last time I saw you, you were a skinny kid with a bowl cut and braces.”


“You had a bowl cut.” Dustin chocked leaning over to grasp his midsection.

“Shut up.”

“I can’t .” Dustin laughed leaning on the sickly looking one as if he hadn’t had sleep in years.

“It was before high school.” Steve snapped glaring at the young teenager.

“It was freshmen year.” You chuckled the the disdain of Steve, “An impressive glowup.”

“Glow what?” Mike questioned curiously.

“It’s a phrase where a change in appearance like the Ugly Duckling that turned into a beautiful swan. It’s a twenty first century phrase.” You explained easily as Dustin began to repeated if a few times.

“That’s weird.” Lucas spoke shaking his head.

“How old are you?” Will questioned.

“I arrived in the future on the same day as I disappeared just in a different year.” You explained, “Essentially I’m almost twenty years old.”


“What? I thought you were younger than me.” Steve exclaimed floored.

“I was held back one year and cutoffs for the school year also leading me to be in the same grade as Nancy and a level below you. If I was still in high school I would be a senior but I graduated via online schooling.”

“Online?” Dustin asked.

“It’s not common in households or school for students yet but soon you’ll be able to easily search anything online but that will be a while away.”

“Stop. We don’t want to alter anything in the future.”

“Whoa.” Will breathed staring at you.

“How long are you staying?” Mike asked, “Are you going to stay here?”



“I don’t know.” You admitted playing with your fingers while looking over to Sam and Dean with a sad, confused expression. Each of them keeping a blank face to not influence your decision.

“Where would she stay man?” Lucas asked crossing his arms.


“The Winchester’s left two years ago.” Will exclaimed realizing the devastation also, “They haven’t came back since.”

“Do you know where they would be?” Dean asked intrigued on seeing his parents together again.

“After Y/N disappeared they looked everywhere before leaving town because…” Dustin trailed off wondering if he should tell you why.

“We know that Deanna and Samuel died the year she came to the future.” Dean huffed a with a glare to the young boys looking you over.

“John and Mary left for Kansas.” Lucas interjected.

“They had baby Dean too and all their belongings.” 


“Oh and your mother left your father and it was the talk of the town for a long time.”

“Bout time.” You sighed remembering the harsh and cold man that ignored you and your mother.

“I’d like to know why you all were in the woods at this time and how the vampire didn’t faze you entirely.” Sam spoke after being silent for a while.

“That may be unbelievable and it’s illegal! We signed documents to keep quiet.” Steve hurriedly shook his head knowing that the kids would definitely tell you.

“Fake ID will be able to fix that.” Dean grumbled lowly already trying to figure out which person he used when he was in the 70s a while back.

“I’d like a shower. Where’s the closest motel?” You asked feeling the guts in your hair from the witch you had blown up earlier.

“You could stay at Steve’s place, his parents are gone for the next month.” Mike immediately spoke.

“What the hell man!” Steve exclaimed outraged.

“Like you have a social life. You hang out with middle schoolers and you girlfriend hangs out with Johnathan.” Dustin laughed.

“Whatever.” Steve grumbled further as he began the trek to his car.

Squeezing the water from your hair into the towel you stepped into the hallway of the large house that Steve had led you guys into. The kids were in the living room with Steve waiting for you and the boys to finish up. By the time you had finished drying your hair the others had been waiting for a good half hour for you.

“So you went into another dimension and a fought a demi-“

“Demogorgon.” Dustin interrupted with a sigh. He was tired of correcting the people outside of the D&D players.

“Uh meed I remind you about the Jefferson Starships.” Sam inquired with a small smile aimed to his older brother.

“Not the same thing!” Dean snapped, “Is there no damn hunters in this godforsaken town.”

“Quit.” You sternly told him as if he was still that adorable little boy with mischievous desires.

The room was quiet as everything sunk in for everyone in the room but there was something in the room that made you uncomfortable. Almost as when Claire had stalked up for awhile to learn hunting techniques and the dark cloud followed you everywhere.

“What monsters are there?” Lucas asked leaning forward with the rest of the others in gleeful curiosity.

“So many.” You groaned, “Shapeshifters, demons, werewolves, dieties, ghouls, wendigos.” You began.

“Djinn, dragons, rugaru, skinwalkers, and others. We’ve barely scraped the surface if I’m being honest.” Sam finished with a somber expression.

“Angels.” Dean mentioned offhand, “One of the worst of them all. Witches are a close match to angels.”

“Holy shit.” Dustin marvelled.

“Everyone hates angels and witches.” Sam sighed to his older brother, “The only witch we’ve come across that isn’t a complete and utter useless evil is Rowena.”

“She birthed evil.” You snorted thinking of Crowley who had nicknamed you guys as Moose, Squirrel and Chipmunk.


Before the kids could say anything a honk from outside was heard which in turn caused all the kids to groan in disappointment. Steve tensed up when he glanced out to see Nancy laughing with an unknown teenage male in the driver’s seat.

“Hey guys. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t say anything about us.” You stated.

“Mike!” A feminine voice called from outside the house.

“Fine.” They all grumbled picking their things off the floor and to the door.

Dean and Sam retreated to the rooms you all were gifted for your stay by Steve even if he begrudgedly allowed Dean to use his state of the art of the 80s shower. You hummed to yourself quietly glancing at the room to see the photos of the Harrington’s through the years. Steve was still tensed on the chair he had sat on.

“You’re dating Nancy Wheeler.” You simply stated amused.

“So?” Steve defended himself.

“Just seems odd. She chased you and followed you around for years before I disappeared but you never gave her the time of day. You ignored her existence.” You shrugged.

“People change.”

“Not easily.” You retorted thinking of all the people you had met in the future, “Now she’s chasing someone else while with you.”

“They’re just friends.”

“Yeah sure. That’s a long running cliche in Hollywood. Girl gets boy, girl realizes she likes her best friend, drama ensures, and hearts break.” You waved your hand over your explanation.

“I didn’t chase her because I liked you.” Steve interrupted.

“I know.”

Steve sat there shocked that you had known about his feelings when you were both younger not saying a word while you went to your room. Alone you thought about when you were still living in the early 80s. When you initially went into high school you had noticed a slightly dorky but more popular version of the Steve from middle school. You had known about his feelings when he would stare at you and followed you around but you never did anything because you were a year lower but older than him.

“Wonder how things would be like now.” You whispered leaning back on the bed.

Maybe you would have gotten together the year after you disappeared, maybe you would have plans after high school to marry. Of course it was wishful thinking about the past when you had a life in the distant future you were scared to leave behind.

For the first time in a long time you had a dreamless sleep that lasted more than five hours but it was when you woke up that it settled in. You were back in your hometown with your childhood friends and you didn’t know what to do. Using the items Steve had found you quickly got ready for the unpredictable day.

“Morning.” You yawned at Sam sitting at the table reading a newspaper, “Did you guys find or talk to Cas?”

“Nothing.” Sam spoke over his light breakfast and the paper.

“That sucks. How long do you think we’re here for?”

“Don’t act like it doesn’t matter you’re back here.”

You went quiet fro the rest of the morning until Steve and Dean wandered into the kitchen dressed and quiet. Each male had a different style of clothing, hair and ways to walk that it was a stark contrast.

“When did you get up?” Steve yawned pouring himself generic cereal.

“They get up at six every morning.” Dean muttered pouring himself a coffee and leaning against the counter.

“Wow.” Steve grumbled, “I’m meeting my girlfriend today. There’s food in the fridge if you get hungry.”

“Good luck.” You snickered at his retreating back.

“Shush.” Sam muttered lowly watching Steve continued to leave with a tense back.

You went about the day by watching old shows from your childhood and reading books you found in the living room. Out of the three of you, you had put music on using the turntable as you quickly concocted an easy meal. It was late in the night when Steve returned to find you on the couch in a blanket holding a small square object.

“What is that?” He asked sitting on the couch next to you.

“Something from the future.” You replied locking the phone and shoving it deep in your pocket.

“Can I see it?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“It could alter the future more than my time travel did.” You calmly spoke watching as he tilted his head to the side.

“Sure.” He chuckled shaking his head.

“How was your date?”


“Had KFC with Nancy and on the Hollands.” He scratched the back of his head as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“How romantic.”

“Especially when your girlfriend flees to the bathroom and comes back with red eyes.” Steve sighed leaning back.

“Is she alright?” You asked concerned for your childhood best friend.

“She said she was and she seemed fine after. I didn’t want to push her into speaking.”

You didn’t bother replying to him knowing that it wasn’t any of your business or concern when you didn’t feel like you belonged in the 80s anymore. All you could say was that Nancy should appreciate her nice boyfriend more than she was. Screw how she felt about the other dimension business because she was almost as bad as the people they kids told you about for leading Steve on.

“I’m happy your back you know.” Steve whispered looking at you from his peripheral view.

“Me too.” You whispered playing with your fingers. You weren’t happy though because it brought you to an important decision, stay here or go back to the future with your nephews.

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[the-royal-orora]

My idea on who (from other works) would be great candidates to be part of the Animorphs

So basically, here are who I feel would fit perfectly alongside the Animorph gang (Ax, Cassie, Jake, Marco, Rachel and the Auxiliary Animorphs)

*This is a mixture of what I like/are interested in and what other people like/are interested in. So just because I mention them doesn't necessarily mean I'm a fan of the work they are from*

Lastly, I'm adding what I personally feel would fit, however feel free to add onto this if you see something that I might have missed. Also, if I get anything wrong, feel free to correct me. (I'm doing my best to put research into this)

By the way, for this, assume that they have all been given the morphing ability by the morphing cube

Big Wolf on Campus: Tommy Dawkins, Merton Dingle, Lori Baxter

From Stranger Things: Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Eleven, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Max Mayfield, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson

Harry Potter: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger

Scooby Doo: Shaggy Rogers, Fred Jones, Daphne Blake, Velma Dinkley, Scooby Doo 

Supernatural: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester 

Doctor Who: The Doctor (Along with their companions. Not listed due the number of them)

Monsterverse: Madison Russell, Bernie Hayes, Josh Valentine

Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Buffy Summers, Willow Rosenberg, Angel, Xander, Oz, Kendra, Faith

The Imperfects: Juan Ruiz, Tilda Weber, Abbi Singh

H2O: Just Add Water: Cleo Sertori, Emma Gilbert, Rikki Chadwick, Bella Hartley, Lewis McCartney

Jimmy Neutron: Jimmy Neutron (with Goddard as a Chee), Carl Wheezer, Sheen Estevez, Cindy Vortex, Libby Folfax, Nick Dean 

 Danny Phantom: Danny Phantom, Sam, Tucker Foley

Spongebob: Sandy Cheeks

Aqua Teen Hunger Force: Frylock, Meatwad (I would put Shake, but... I feel like he would be a volunteer controller and sell the Animorphs out)

The Slender Man Mythos: Jay Merrick, Tim Wright, Brian, Evan (without HABIT), Jeff, Stan Frederick

Mandela Catalogue: Adam Murray, Cesar Torres, Jonah Marshall, Mark Heathcliff (the first two are a maybe, the last two feel more fitting)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Michelangelo, April O'Neil

Teen Titans: Starfire, Robin, Beast Boy, Terra, Raven, Cyborg

Gravity Falls: Dipper, Mabel

Avatar: The Last Airbender/The Legend of Korra: Aang, Katara, Toph, Zuko, Korra, Asami Sato, Mako, Bolin

Adventure Time: Finn, Jake, Marceline

T.U.F.F. Puppy: Dudley Puppy, Kitty Katswell

The Powerpuff Girls: Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup

Friendship Is Magic: The Mane: Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, Rarity, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Spike

Kim Possible: Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, Wade Load

Ed, Edd n Eddy: Edd "Double D"

Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers: The Rangers

Sabrina the Teenage Witch: Sabrina Spellman, Salem

iCarly: Carly, Sam, Freddie, (maybe?) Spencer, Harper

Hocus Pocus: Max Dennison, Allison, Thackery Binx, Becca, Izzy, Cassie, (maybe?) Billy Butcherson

Monster House: DJ, Chowder, Jenny

Mean Girls: Cady Heron

GTA (all a maybe): Michael De Santa, Franklin Clinton, Trevor Philips, Jimmy, Lamar Davis, Lester, Niko Bellic, Johnny Klebitz, Carl "CJ" Johnson, Sean "Sweet" Johnson

Phineas and Ferb: Phineas Flynn, Ferbs "Ferb" Fletcher, Perry the Platypus

Futurama: Philip J. Fry, Leela, Bender, Professor Hubert J. Farnsworth, Zoidberg, Amy Wong, Hermes Conrad 

RWBY: Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, Yang Xiao Long

Sonic the Hedgehog: Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy

Super Mario Bros.: Mario, Luigi

The Legend of Zelda: Link

This is all I can think of for now. Again, please add more if you can think of any!

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ST Characters Sorted

Mike - Hufflepuff: He’s deeply caring and would do anything for his friends, he works hard, and is a little bit sensitive. Such a sweetie.

El - Ravenclaw: She loves learning new things and she spent all of her time in the cabin watching soap operas so she could learn new words. If she went to school I’m sure she’d love it.

Lucas - Ravenclaw: He’s literally the only one in the entire group that can seem to think sensibly???

Dustin - Hufflepuff: Bright and happy, a bit sensitive, forms strong bonds with things that others wouldn’t even want to go near (Dart), and overall just a ray of sunshine.

Will - Ravenclaw: He tends to keep things to himself instead of making a big deal out of it. He analyzes too much. He’s creative! I mean, look at his drawings!

Max - Slytherin: She’s determined, talented, ambitious, she stands up for herself, and is an overall badass.

Jonathan - Gryffindor: He goes to the extreme for the ones he loves (mostly Will) and will fight someone just because they insult them.

Nancy - Slytherin: Okay, hear me out. She’s incredibly talented, daring, and clever, but she is able to use her head instead of just jumping into things like a Gryffindor would. However, she shows her caring, compassionate side to the right people.

Steve - Gryffindor: This one’s obvious, for Christ’s sake, he used himself as live bait for a huge pack of Demo-Dogs and lived to tell the tale. He jumps right into the Upside Down and then leads the group to make sure his babies are all okay. 

Billy - Slytherin: Obviously. He’s ambitious, determined, clever, cunning, and is more than a little bit ready to get violent to get what he wants (ambition).

Hopper - Slytherin: He has bad habits, and he tends to be a bit more lazy when nothing important’s happening, but as soon as something happens, he will stop at nothing to make sure that thing is stopped. He does what he has to for the greater good, even if it means potentially hurting someone. He puts himself at risk, but always takes the safe route when it involves someone he cares about. Very determined.

Joyce - Slytherin: Again, hear me out. She’s willing to put everything, including her sanity and her life, on the line just to get her family (what’s important to her) back. She’s clever, extremely clever. She figures out that Will can talk to her through the lights. She’s instinctual, she knew that her baby wasn’t dead.

Bob - Hufflepuff: What an angel. Goofy, sweet, and incredibly thankful for everything in his life. Just a big softie. Will rise to the challenge of bravery when he needs to.

And finally, the most important character of all, ERICA SINCLAIR! 101% a Slytherin. That girl is a sassy, evil genius who can and will get what she wants. 11/10