#so many papers and one poor Billy

[cakypa120]

With the title of Champion of Magic came a lot of work. Separating a couple of Cyclopes or dragons, participating in peace talks, reviewing petitions and participating in court hearings. And that's just to keep the peace in the magical community. Billy didn't expect this kind of work at all!

The heroes were used to Marvel sometimes disappearing for days or even weeks, to him bringing piles of papers to the Watchtower and burying himself in them until the night. Or when he mumbled incoherent nonsense about fairies and leprechauns.

Hal: Cap, are you free tonight? We were planning on going to a bar tonight.

Marvel: Sorry, but I can't go with you, I have court today.

Hal: Wow, what happened.

Marvel: A dragon is suing a knight for breaking into a palace and stealing his bride.

Hal: What?

Marvel: Bye.

Batman: Captain, you've been gone three weeks. What were you doing that took so long?

Marvel: Does a treaty between the elves and the dwarves to end a centuries-old feud count?

Batman: I want a report on that.

Marvel: Not now, sir, I need to review the lawsuits filed against the fairies.

Superman: Captain, you need to take a break.

Marvel: I'll rest when I'm dead. But even in death, I'll have to work to keep this world from falling into the legal hell of the wizarding world.

Superman: Marvel, I'm worried about you.

Marvel: And I'm worried about how that pack of werewolves managed to cross into vampire territory and stay alive.

Diana: Hermes? What are you doing here?

Hermes: Just helping the Champion, of course!

Marvel: Did you figure out what kind of people you need to find?

Hermes: Don't worry! I'll get them for you even from Hades! Now go get some rest, Champion!

[lilac-rose-writes]

Hey....Can you do some..... Cindix or felozzy hcs.....dies...

i don't think i've ever actually made cindix hcs before! here you gooo <333

cindy likes to write him love letters even as they continue to get older. they go from colourful scribbles to cute little legible messages. cindy always puts hearts in place of the tittles on her is, but when she's writing to felix, she doodles extras around or as a border. she has a stack of pink & blue paper to write them up onto. she likes slipping him little love notes in class when they're in high school and watching him turn bright red in the desk beside her. felix ends up picking up the same habit, writing long winding flowery letters in pretentious cursive with his rich boy fountain pen for her

when cindy plays house, she always calls the mother & father dolls cindy & felix. he finds out and is flustered beyond belief. she declares he's a father now of this cheap little woolen doll and he immediately becomes far too attached. ted is so confused. "i'm a father now, teddy, i don't have time to deal with your petulant whining". felix loves ditching him to spend time with cindy <3

felix likes to pamper cindy. she's always loved anything shiny & accessories, so he buys her all sorts of little gifts and trinkets to show he cares about her. felix struggles with saying "i love you" itself aloud, but he does his best to convey it in other ways like holding her hand or offering a fancy necklace whenever they spend time together

despite felix's struggle with saying "i love you" itself, he is a sucker for sappy nicknames. they are absolutely godawful. honeysuckle, sugarplum, my angelic flower, etc. cindy calls him babe and he comes out with "of course, my darling, delicate rosebud". felix is so unbearably smitten

cindy & felix are the definition of "ily" "i love me too" & it works both ways <3

they adopt a cat. you cannot tell me that felix isn't a cat person. cindy gets gravy and he is immediately attached. he insists that if they ever break up, he still gets visiting rights. he buys gravy all the best cat food, toys & beds. "why call the poor thing gravy?" "i didn't! the dumpster hag named her before i took her in" "wh- dumpster hag?!"

they bully children on roblox together. watch out seven-year-olds on dress to impress, cindix are here and they are slaying. their outfits are top tier. cindy keeps trying to bypass the swear filter, everything she makes is pink. felix falsely reports everyone who insults cindy. he gives everybody one star at most then cindy 5/5. (i have never played dress to impress, i am going off of knowledge from fashion famous when i was 7 and a duncanyounot video my sister showed me)

for all felix cares for cindy, he cannot stand her gum chewing. any chewing sets him off, he despises the sound of it. she does her best to remember not to have any around him, but it's a bit of a struggle when she nearly always has some in her mouth

cindy doesn't like the -ilys and felix immediately picks up on that. they aren't poor so he can't bully them for being urchins, but that's not enough to quell his disdain. he sees lily in the school debate team and immediately declares them arch-rivals (lily is so confused). he taunts billy about having "lost" cindy to him (billy could not care less). he's so proud of himself every time he thinks up a new insult for them

cindy admires felix's flamboyance, felix admires cindy's strong will. cindy doesn't know how he manages to keep so many words in his brain, but it sure is useful when she needs some help with her homework. felix doesn't see her as lesser for not understanding it; as much as he belittles ted for being in the "dumb class", he respects cindy far too much to do the same to her. his extravagant bows, entrances and hand waves make cindy giggle a lot

[joesalw]

Hi, I'm an ex swiftie and I have so much to say about taylor swift. I have a lot bottled up inside and this felt like a safe space to get it out. I hope you don't mind.

I feel like taylor as an artist doesn't have an identity of her own anymore.

like billie, lana, sabrina, ariana, beyonce, shakira, britney, avril, olivia they all make a specific type of music. Although many of them have made genre bending music but It's common knowledge that not everything is for everybody. Now this is where miss swift comes in.

she was going great with her first three albums but then the shift from country to pop to alternate to pop again and now whatever the hell the toilet paper department is supposed to be has lost her off the rails. Her albums are more suitable to her boyfriends than herself.

red- jake gyllenhall ( indie record that's much cooler than mine) but red is actually a very cool indie record

1989- calvin harris (or one could say harry styles), he is known for making upbeat electro pop music

folklore, evermore- joe (listening to his interviews and the type of intellectual, introverted personality he has, not to mention he actually worked on the albums himself with her seems like the type of music he would listen to).

and TTPD about matty healy ( which is not the most flattering album)

her dating life isn't about her finding a soulmate or true love. It's about finding a temporary muse. she sticks to them like a leech and sucks until she's done and then moves on to the next victim.

I was actually very excited about midnights because it was painted as her "seizing her own identity" and "returning back to pop" especially with anti hero, lavender haze, mastermind and yoyok I felt like this time it was about her and her demons. not some villain in her life. It felt refreshing after her constantly victimizing herself. I loved the stupid "I'm the problem, its me" thing.

Now, after every breakup, her latest ex boyfriend has to pay the price for breaking poor little taylor's heart. But since she had been with joe the longest and during that long period of her time, she never said anything bad about him, put him up on a pedestal, she was so in love and content that we, the audience who have been with her journey with her numerous boyfriends felt like he was the one. he's the best one. there are no more problems. but then this does not last either. At first neither of them revealed the reason for the breakup. which was fine and it probably should've stayed that way because when taylor started to reveal more about it, that's when things started to go south for her

she tried to paint him as the bad guy. like he was such a terrible boyfriend, he didn't want to marry her because he was depressed boo fucking hoo. being depressed is not as big of a crime as she tried to make. It also doesn't help your image when you confess to emotionally cheating on the alleged love of your life about a fucking nazi.

Miraculously this time taylor didn't get away with it. She didn't get to date the nazi. so she proceeded to throw a tantrum on her latest "masterpiece" about how she hates her fans and she's so miserable and depressed. again boo fucking hoo. dragging old drama with kim and kanye out of which she came out the winner but also dragging their child into this?? (like what did the kid do to you?)

I hate how everyone conveniently forgot that taylor dated connor kennedy when he was still a minor (she was five years older than him) and immediately after his mother died, bought a house in his neighbourhood to get in his circle and crashed his cousin's wedding and when the groom's mother asked her to leave, she ignored her??(what kind of psychopathic behaviour is this?)

Not to mention the lack of support for palestine, after wanting to be on the right side of history, per formative activism, fake feminism, stealing candy from olivia who's like half her age or something, using sabrina to rub salt on her wounds, blocking charlie in the uk charts, and now trying to re-write history like "I wrote folklore and evermore alone on the phone with aaron and jack" Does this woman ever stop?

She lost a lot of respect with that one. The excitement i felt for midnights is gone. she hasn't changed, she will never change. But I'm tired. I can't keep up with her anymore.

Now what's going to happen? I'll tell you what. she and travis will break up and then she's going to drop another "masterpiece" and bitch and moan about how much of a terrible boyfriend her was. And its going to be in the genre that travis likes because taylor doesn't make music about herself, always about her boyfriends. She's not going to grow up. But I have. I can't put up with her anymore.

!!!

[final-destination-headcanons]

Really, really long message explaining Dustin Bava lore.

Watching all the Final Destination movies, I realized that Dustin appears as an extra in EVERY film, including the fifth. I know they probably just recycled the actor, but I spent too much time crafting his lore to waste it. I tried to make it make as much sense as possible.

Dustin, at 16, about to turn 17, managed to volunteer for Presage Paper, where his job was simply to run errands. Because of this, he wasn't on the bus where Sam, Molly, and the rest of the North Bay Bridge survivors were. However, he was on the bridge that day with his father. Dustin survives both the premonition and the actual accident. This is why Sam hears the song "Dust in the Wind" (Dustin the Wind), because it's one of the loose ends of death.

Dustin enters Larry Murnau's French class and also volunteers for an accident support group. This volunteer nearly drowned in a stream, but was successfully rescued, which is why Dustin appears on the "New Life for Drowning Victims" poster (From Final Destination 2).

Upon being rescued, he was somehow added to Death's plans. In Final Destination 1, Dustin is part of Carter Horton's group. He is a rather quiet boy, which is why he is rarely seen speaking in the film. He is also friends with Jane/Lucy, Valery Lewton's favorite student. They sit together on the plane with another friend.

In the premonition, the window explodes and burns Dustin's face and hair. He couldn't move away from the window due to the sudden movements of his two companions, who pressed him against the plane window. This cut his face with small gashes and caused him to lose sight.

Dustin heard Alex screaming that the plane would explode, but he couldn't get off. When he tried to get off, he had a brief argument with Jane, which prevented him from getting off. He was about to leave when Larry came back in. Larry wouldn't let any more students out. Presumably, Dustin died exactly the same as in the premonition.

__

If Dustin had gotten out, he would have died anyway, drowning/boiling in a pool with a temperature malfunction.

Dustin really cared about Billy Hitchcock. He was the only one in Carter's group who tried to treat him well. The fact that Billy wasn't there was the reason he wanted to get off the plane in the first place, but this also prevented him from getting off.

Dustin was a person who always had bad luck and many setbacks. That's why he tried so hard to get volunteer work or jobs despite his young age; he wanted to give his life a meaning.

If Dustin were to survive all of this, he would argue with Carter quite a bit throughout the entire movie about his poor treatment of Billy.

this is so well thought out????

[ginsengkitten]

Nightfall: Chapter 1

⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧

The morning light filtered through the canopy of tree tops, sprinkling rays through the trees. The sounds of leaves and bark crunching under the tread of their hiking boots piercing the peaceful silence of the woods.   A young family trekked optimistically on their summer break. Getting the kids accustomed to the parents preconceived love of hiking that they shared far before ever having kids. It was the kind of trip they had both imagined for their little family ever since their first was born. Billy was a natural outdoorsy kid, Maggie, however was full of animosity towards it and would rather be playing Barbies. Even toting one of her dolls with her wherever they went. Still she admired the foliage, collecting her own bouquet of wildflowers along the way. The innocence of a young child embracing the still of nature and what the earth has to offer just by being.

Maggie encouraged that curiosity by wandering from the trail after straggling behind Billy, fortunately, Billy noticed and alerted their dad. "Dad, Maggie's running off again." To which he rolled his eyes at his daughter's silly habit and proceeded to track her down. Maggie hadn't gotten far, and when the dad had found her, he found her to be mesmerized, standing still in her spot.

"Mags how many times do we have to tell you not to-" he began to scold until his eyes met what hers did, resulting in him also frozen in horror. Maggie had stumbled upon what can only described as a horror scene. A deer lie in a small grove, dead and completely mutilated. Its poor body, unnaturally contorted into a heap of twisted, mangled flesh. The fur, skinned from its body. Flies made feast upon the bloody remnants.

"Daddy, what happened?" Maggie asked in fear. Unfortunately, daddy didn't have an answer. His fatherly knowledge reduced to the same childlike fear as hers as he grabbed her and ran, only to turn around and be met with whatever beast had tore the deer apart. The beast releasing a harrowing growl.

-

"Sources are calling it a total family annihilation; Investigators continue to work with the California department of wildlife and game wardens to determine what animal may be causing these gruesome killings, but have not released any further details to the public.

Police have urged the public to stay within city limits and avoid camping and other outdoor recreation until the animal is apprehended and put down. Local government officials are in talks of implementing a city curfew if the animal is not caught soon."

You listened half heartedly to the news as you pinned another music poster on your wall of your new apartment. Mind you the apartment itself was not new, in-fact very decrepit. A cigarette perched in the side of your lips as you concentrated. A 'vintage' Rolling Stones poster. You stood back and admired the new addition, one more thing to make this dingy place feel like a home.

Your roommate Vickey walked in from the kitchen, handing you a coffee. "Stones huh? Always a classic, I can't complain." She grinned. Vickey was the only person you knew in the entire state of California. You had answered her ad in the paper about looking for a roommate. You had finally gotten a job as a music journalist assistant for a local magazine print. It was small but just enough to get by and get your foot in. Music was your passion, and music journalism at that.

Vickey was a goth punk with black choppy hair, a blunt attitude and big in the rock scene; especially in LA, so the arrangement was working out swimmingly. She took a genuine interest in your work and would supportingly read all your writings and offer insider knowledge about shows. The two of you quickly becoming close friends.

"Another animal attack happened yesterday." Vickey said sipping her coffee. "Pretty crazy shit." . You sort of glaze over that statement, still focused on your interior design pursuit. "An entire family, shredded."

"Yeah that's crazy.." you say tranced on your new poster.

The TV reporter continues:

"In related news, a local church group has began petitioning the state of California for a total recall of all metal and rock music from its shelves, claiming the genres are the primary contributor to LA's recent uptick in crime, violence, and potentially a connection to the recent killings, they say."

Your neck snaps to the tv at this. Vickey scoffs. "Here we go again with these fuckin prudes and their protests." She flops on the couch and starts rolling a joint. "Is this a common occurrence then?" You ask, sort of laughing. Vickey doesn't break from her intense focus on her joint rolling; "The day the churches stop blaming everything on the rock scene is the day the last whore stops working the sunset strip. Shits been happening for generations pretty much. You just gotta ignore it." She grumbles.

"Right. Huh.." you mumble to yourself.

"You know- this could be a good story for the print." You blurt out. Vickey looks up, ushering her joint to you, but you decline by wiggling your cigarette in your lips. "Nah. This shits been covered a million times dude. Those uptight nuns have nothing new to spew anyways." She replies. "No no not for the church, Vickey, but the scene." You countered her. Her expression changed now more intrigued. "Oh? How so?". You pace around gently in thought. "From the rock scenes perspective on it. We ask them what THEY think about it all. Like the musicians and shit." Vickey chuckles and coughs out a cloud of smoke, "I dunno I don't think any local band is gonna give you the time of day unless you got drugs or can give good hea- well, actually..." She gets lost in thought for a moment. "I think I might know a couple musicians that MIGHT be willing to say a few words on the matter. -" you jump slightly with a mute excitement. "BUT- I can't guarantee you'll get anything of real substance from them.." she tries to ease your hopes down on her half offer but your excitement is apparent. "Vickey seriously?! That would mean the world to me. Who is it? When can I see them?!" Vickey smiles at your innocent enthusiasm to go willingly into the guttural den of rock.

"It's a local band called Guns N Roses. They're playing down at the troubadour tomorrow night. I'll see if I can get you in."

[sparrowssally]

I’m thinking about writing a Sally Sparrow/Tenth Doctor fanfic, so naturally I went and rewatched “Blink” tonight for the millionth time to get some inspo, and you know what kills me?

All the little details we don’t get. All the little stories that played out without us seeing.

Kathy getting zapped back to 1920’s Hull, directly in front of the cow farmer who will become not only her first friend in the strange new town she now has to call home, but also eventually her husband. When Kathy awakes in the night with her heart pounding and tears streaming down her cheeks, and simply chokes out “the angels…I dreamt about the angels again”, his arms are always there to comfort her. The dreams slowly subside over time as she adjusts to her new life, and soon there are other, more important things to worry about. Some good, like the birth of their children, and some bad, like the war. But Kathy survives and lives a full life, as do her husband and children, and with every picture she continually insists upon taking—one every time they have enough money to afford it—she thinks of her friend Sally Sparrow.

There’s also poor, lovely Billy Shipton, transported back to 1969 London—probably by the same Angel that sent the Doctor and Martha there. He’s just as unmoored as Kathy is, but—as strange as this Doctor guy seems to be—Billy finds himself liking him in a weird way. He makes a point to become Billy’s first friend in 1969, and he and his friend Martha help get Billy not only a place to live, but also a job working in publishing (even though Billy can’t figure out how the Doctor possibly managed to forge those papers that spoke to his “extensive expertise” in the field, or why he is so insistent upon splicing several videos of him talking in jargon into a bunch of completely unrelated DVDs once Billy moves into video production). Martha sets Billy up with a pretty girl named Sally who always comes into the shop where she works, and a few months later, the Doctor attends their wedding. Billy tries to find him afterwards at the reception to say thank you, but he’s already gone, leaving behind only a simple envelope inscribed “for the bride and groom”. It contains a pound note hefty enough to get Billy and his new wife off to a good start in their marriage, and simple card inscribed with a wedding blessing, written in a script and language neither of them can read.

The next time Billy does see the Doctor is many years later, when he’s old and grey, lying bedridden in a nursing home. Billy had never truly believed the Doctor’s claims of being an alien, but when he sees the same skinny, dark-haired young man walking across the room towards him—looking exactly as he had in 1969—he can’t help but cry in the midst of his wonder. The man who calls himself the Doctor is still a mystery, but as he pulls up a chair next to Billy’s bed and takes the latter’s outstretched hand, he’s as kind as he always was. He offers his condolences when Billy tells him of the passing of his wife, and smiles at the photos Billy shows him of his children, carefully dodging Billy’s question of whether or not he ended up having children of his own. But then he grows silent and his gaze grows sad as he looks out the window at the storm clouds brewing in the sky. “I’m sorry, Billy, I’m afraid I didn’t just come here to visit,” he says, and his voice is laced with a guilt and sorrow so deep that it sounds centuries old. “It’s time.” For a second Billy thinks he sounds close to crying for some reason, so he puts his wrinkled hand on the Doctor’s shoulder gently. “It’s okay.” he insists, giving him a soft smile. “This means I’ll finally get to see her again.”

[still-july]

hey july! i wanted to ask for music recs as i’ve got a lot of time to listen to music coming up

hello flore!! sorry this is so late :/

this was really hard bc i don't know what kind of music you like so i just tried to sample from a bunch of genres i like! i sorted them into three (very loose) categories: chill, vibes, and bangers. up to you to decide what the categories actually mean i just sorted them in the way that made sense to my brain

chill

madeleine by good kid (i really love this song but it's very different from what good kid usually does. which is also great)

michigan by the milk carton kids (this has been stuck in my head for days and i don't know why)

pale blue eyes by the velvet underground

vienna by billy joel

halcyon age by vansire

library magic by the head and the heart

exotica by parcels

bc, victoria by richy mitch and the coal miners

raining in baltimore by counting crows (counting crows my beloved)

barefoot kid by the arcadian wild

katy song by red house painters

kiss the grass by the paper kites

rounds by the oh hellos (i spent way too long trying to pick which oh hellos song to put on this list and eventually gave up and put this one. they're all really good though)

vibes

sagaba by the blue scholars (i just discovered this one and i'm in love with it)

love at first sight by the brobecks

baby blue by dutch criminal record

god loves weirdos by mt. joy (or anything from their newest album)

sixteen by nohidea

a bluer blue by saint motel (i saw them live recently it was so fun)

candy wrappers by summer salt

swim between trees by flipturn (i had to put a flipturn song on here of course)

panpsych by king gizzard and the lizard wizard (their new album also just came out and it's amazing)

stars by hum

warm glow by hippo campus (THE song to take a nap in the summer to)

cocaine jesus by rainbow kitten surprise

bangers

one too many by kaytranada

wonderboy by the huntertones (funk jazz my beloved)

sad divide by autoheart

smokey eyes by lincoln (you may not like this one. and that's okay)

babylon by dirt poor robins (i don't know why but i get the feeling you would like dirt poor robins. think alt rock opera)

52 by the royston club

opps by vince staples

everything you do by the happy fits

miroir by super plage

joyride by rec hall (i also saw this band live recently and i got to meet some of them!)

lights go down by idkhow

a psychic wound by los campesinos! (los campesinos my belovedddd)

summerland by half alive (this is THE song of the summer for me i blast it every June)

miscellaneous

the horror and the wild by the amazing devil (one thing you need to know about me is that the amazing devil is a band that has fundamentally changed me as a person. i think this one is the best song to start with but any of their songs are amazing)

dvorak symphony no. 7

pseudoregalia OST (especially the song for when you're in the theatre, idk the name but it slaps)

butterflies by samsa

kid and leverett by yaelokre

new beastly by vulfpeck (i've been trying to learn to play this song on bass and it's so hard. joe dart you are incredibly talented)

okay i'm done! i maybe went a little overboard but everyone knows that i can't shut up about music so it's fine. no pressure to listen to all of these but if you do tell me what you liked! happy listening :))

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Can you please make a part 2 of Old flame?

Old Flame II

Summary: In an attempt to get under Billy's skin Bullet Club Gold interrupts The Acclaimed to request a trios title shot. During the confrontation, Austin and Colten bring up Y/n and how Billy is secretly in love with her after all these years. What happens when Y/n runs into Austin and Colten after Dynamite and learns that the words exchanged were indeed true.

Part 1 Part 3 Main Masterlist Billy Gunn Masterlist

Word count: 1092

Yn’s pov

When I signed with AEW I knew that would mean I would be working with my ex. That idea never bothered me, it had been so many years I had almost completely forgotten about it. I wouldn’t even call him my ex because we never officially dated, we were just friends that slept together. Billy got married, had two children and moved on like I did. Shortly after we split I got the opportunity to move across the world to work in Japan and I jumped at the opportunity. Even though Billy and I were never an item when I told him I was moving to Japan it was almost as if I was handing him divorce papers. I had never seen him in such a state, he thought he was the one who made me move but the job opportunity was just a pure coincidence. 

“Y/n, you don’t have to do this. Please stay, stay with me” Billy begged as he held onto me as if he was drowning and I was a life preserve. “I’m sorry but I can’t pass up this opportunity” I told the poor man. “If you really want you can move with me?” I knew he would never say yes but I had to at least throw the idea out there. “You know I can’t do that” he told me. “You have to let me go, Billy. It’s not like we are dating, you did that to yourself. You can call me if you need anything even with a 14-hour time difference” With that I left, hopping on a plane wondering if I was making the right decision. 

Fast forward 30 years here I am in AEW. Japan taught me many things, although I did spend some time wrestling I was more focused on writing. I became a creative director and producer for some of the big leagues in Japan. During that time I had a daughter and met many different people, people who I would be friends for life with. That was how I ended up in AEW. The forbidden door PPV brought me back to the States where I decided I would stay, signing with AEW. 

It was weird when I first saw Billy for the first time after so many years. I knew he was there but seeing him in person was a whole different story. He was more attractive now and more muscular if that was even possible. Billy and I didn’t spend too much time with each other as we were both busy but I did spend a lot of time with his sons. When Austin and Colten asked if I could help train them I accepted the offer, training the two of them with my daughter Ashley. At first, I found it weird how many questions Austin kept asking about my relationship with his father but just ignored it. It wasn’t until I heard the words exchanged between Bullet Club Gold and The Acclaimed that I got it. All of these invasive questions were to get under Billy’s skin. It was a smart idea but I didn’t know how it was relevant. 

 After the show, I ran into Austin and Colten Gunn to which I asked them about their choice of words on dynamite. “You know what we said was true right?” Colten asked me

“What do you mean by that?” “I mean my dad is still in love with you!” I was shocked by what I was hearing. “What?” I asked in disbelief  “It’s true” Austin said “I mean just look at the guy. Since the moment you stepped in here, he hasn’t shut up about you. Have you seen our mom, she looks like a bad ripoff of you” The more I thought about it I guess it made sense. He was quite upset after the whole incident, more than I was. Although the mention of Billy getting with someone with similar features as mine was funny, I didn’t think it was true. That it was until I saw a picture. “See! I told you, the same person!” Colten said to me as I looked at the photo in my hands. Sure we both had Y/h/c hair and Y/e/c eyes but I would say that was a coincidence. 

“I think this is a bit far-fetched don’t you think? That’s also mean to your mom, I’m sure she’s a nice person” I told the boys. “I don’t like my mom. I like my dad more and that’s saying something” Austin told me. “Yeah, I wish you were my mom. Billy even showed us all of your old matches when we were little. He talked about you a lot. I think my mom was jealous, that’s why she dipped” Colten confessed. 

This was a lot of information for me to process. Sure I was in a similar situation, being a single mom after Ashley’s father couldn’t handle the wrestling lifestyle. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to throw myself at Billy like I was back in my 20s. Sure it was nice to see Billy again, age served him well. He was way different than I remembered. He was more mature, wiser, he was kinder and everyone liked him. The Billy Gunn I remembered was an Ass man. People were jealous of him, women threw themself at him, he had an attitude and bad temper he was a walking red flag but I knew deep down inside was a good guy. 

This Billy Gunn was Daddy Ass. He was respected, looked up to, and a mentor. He was kind to people, going out of his way to make young talent feel welcome. His title of “Daddy” Ass was accurate as he just had this “Daddy” aura to him. Not in a DILF way but a Daddy way. An overprotective kind soul, the guy I knew was hiding under the cockiness he had during his youth. 

I didn’t know what to do with this new information. If Billy was in love with me he should be the one to tell me, not his sons. “I think it’s getting late don’t you think. We can chat more about this next week at your next session. If what you told me is true it should be your dad telling me this not you. Good night boys” I told them as I left the arena. I didn’t even notice that I angrily stormed past Billy until I heard him calling my name. Stopping me in my tracks. 

[medusapelagia]

Hidden Treasure - STBB Proj 7 WIP Wednesday - Billy

After a little bit of confusion I'm super excited to announce that my fic written for the @strangerthingsbigbang now has two super talented artists: @mothellie and @ghostdeb!!! I can't wait to see what they will come up with, and in the meantime I made a few banners while we wait for the official posting date! One for each of the boys. (Yeah... I'm totally NOT obssessed with this fic ok????) And the first one is our alpha: Billy Hargrove!

tagging those who were interested: @katyawriteswhump @lingeringmirth @akichania @v3lv3tf0x

Under the cut a little snippet! TW: violence, murder, blood

His mother... his mother was trying to get more money... for him... because she knew... she knew that Billy was close to his rut, but Lord Hargrove doesn't know it, or maybe he doesn't care, it doesn't matter, what matters is that Billy is angry and has too many hormones in his body and two things can make an alpha go feral even out of the rut period: extreme lust or extreme anger.

And in Billy's case, it's the latter.

There is a paper cutter on the little desk at Billy’s side, it was a gift the Lord gave her when he was courting his mother: it has beautiful engravings, but what’s more important is that it's really sharp.

It all happens so fast that the young alpha doesn't really remember it: what he knows is that he is standing above Lord Hargrove’s bloodied body, the paper cutter still in his tight grip and his hands covered in hot blood, while someone is scruffing him. 

How dare they! 

He tries to turn, still growling. People are talking. There are too many people, everything is just too loud and confusing and Billy is angry and hurt and he wants to smash something, preferably Lord Hargrove’s head, but there is a voice that is begging him to come back. A voice that he knows and that he loves.

"Ed... Eddie?" He calls, confused, finally trying to focus on the voice until his eyes land on the dark-haired boy who is cupping his face between his hands.

"Hey, yeah, it's me... Eddie... your friend. Do you recognize me?" Eddie asks, brushing his knuckles on Billy's cheek while staring into his eyes before lifting his stare toward the person who is scruffing him "His eyes are back to blue."

"Fucking finally! My arm hurts from how long I have been scruffing this pup!" The man behind Billy complains, and the boy immediately recognizes the voice: Sam Bellamy.

The pirate lets him go, and Billy falls on his knees, hissing in pain.

"Some pain will help you clear your mind, pup." The Pirate Prince says, before turning toward the people that are staring at the scene, then he asks "Someone here is a relative of this man?" He kicks the dead body for good measure in the thick silence. "Good. If anyone asks, Sam Bellamy killed him with his hands and took all his money."

Billy turns so abruptly that his neck cracks: it's not true! He is the one who killed Lord Hargrove! His hands are still red with his blood, but Mrs. Wheeler nods.

"I saw with my very eyes the pirate Sam Bellamy killing Lord Hargrove and stealing all his gold." She declares and all the girls nod in silent agreement.

The pirate looks at the poor body of Billy's mother lying on the bed "What about her?"

"We'll give her a proper burial," the mistress assures him, "but you have to take the boy with you."

"This one?" Bellamy asks, pointing at Billy. "He is trouble."

[phantomwritezstuff077]

"You are what was missing, kid."

This is a fun little AU for "The Runt" that me and @slutforsnow talked about last night.

This one-shot includes an OC that does not belong to me, but rather belongs to the person I mentioned just now ^^^^

(I can't remember where I got the gif from, it's been downloaded on my laptop for a while but from what I can remember it was google?)

This one-shot is also heavily based off of a scene in Instant Family

Laurie was a kid from the foster care system that Violet and Billy have been fostering for almost a year. In recent months, Laurie has been re-connecting with her biological mother ever since she got out of rehab and has been trying to persue reunification.

And the court determined that it was safe for Laurie to go back home and live with her mom again. Even though Billy and Vi were both crushed for many reasons, one of them being that they were not able to read their newer court statement that they had written about Laurie. But, they also couldn't help but feel happy for the young girl, she had been through so much and she truy did deserve this.

The day Laurie was to go home came, and the girl found herself waiting by the front door eagerly when Violet and Billy approached her with somber looks on their faces.

"Hey," Vi said, sitting on the arm of the couch as Laurie turned to look at her.

"Hi," Laurie said back, also smiling a little bit. Laurie was also heartbroken to be leaving the couple that had been caring for her for almost exactly a year. But at the same time, she was overjoyed to be reunited with her mama.

"We wanted to give you the new court statement that we couldn't read, just so that you have it," Billy began as he handed Laurie a folded piece of paper. The little red-headed girl took the note, looking at the folded paper.

"Yeah...," Laurie's voice trailed off when she heard the sound of a car pulling up and she looked at the door, noticing a car stopping in front of the house she had called home for a long time. "Mom's here."

Laurie grabbed her duffel bag and slung it over her shoulder before she opened the front door and walked outside with Vi and Billy trailing off behind her. Two women climbed out of the car, Laurie knew them as Elizabeth and Michelle - the two people who were in charge of finding her placements and such.

But there was no sign of Laurie's mother.

"Are you guys just picking me up?," Laurie asked as she approached the two women, who both looked very upset and empathtic. "Where's mom?" Laurie had a sinking feeling in her stomach as her movements slowed.

Billy and Vi immediately knew what had happened by the looks on the women's faces. This couldn't be good, at all

"She was supposed to meet us but she didn't show up," Michelle said carefully. "We got worried so we went to check on her and she said to tell you that she was very ashamed and that she was sorry. She said she can't do it."

"But that doesn't make any sense - she filled out all of the paperwork," Laurie denied, her voice shaking a little bit as she glanced between the women. "She said that she could do it why would she..."

"Lauren, she said that you were the one who filled out the paperwork," Elizabeth explained.

"Okay, maybe I was there when it was being helped but why does that matter?," Laurie argued .

"She said that it felt like she was being forced to do something she wasn't up for," Elizabeth told her.

"No." Tears blurred the 13-year-old's vision as her voice cracked. "That isn't right - she's ready - I know she is - just... just let me talk to her and.. and I can go home..." Tears dripped down the child's cheeks as a full on breakdown threatened to take place.

"I'm sorry, Lauren. But while we were talking to her, her pupils were wider than saucers. She's using the meth again, honey," Michelle told her empatheticaly. "She's not coming for you, baby."

Billy and Vi exchanged looks, both of them felt absolutely horrible for the poor girl in front of them.

Laurie felt like her entire heart shattered into a million pieces as she realized her mother had chosen drugs over her once again. She looked back at Billy and Vi with a small sob before she took off like a rabbit down the street, quietly sobbing as she ran. She could hear Billy and Vi running after her, calling out for her but she didn't look back. She just kept on running until she came to the park, climbing the large weeping willow tree.

"Laurie," Billy called, staring up into the tree and at the crying teen who sat on a tall branch.

"Please just go away, you're not my real parents," Laurie hiccuped, sobs wracking her body as she hid her face.

"You're right, we're not your real mother and father. But we are here," Vi said, hoping to talk the teenager down from the tree. "And we love you."

"Wha...?," Laurie whispered, somewhat scoffing as she wiped her tear stained face. "No you don't. You don't even know a single thing about me. I'm just another mouth to feed."

"Laurie, honey...," Vi said, "We do know you. We know how scared you are of pigeons, but weirdly enough still throw bread crumbs for them and call us to rescue you when they surround you. We know how you sometimes struggle with reading. And we know that you use your drawings as a form of self expression and how it feels for you to be in the system. We know how you keep track of the weird things your friends say via the notes app on your phone."

"And we know that the most important thing in the world to youis family and reducing the poaching of Sumatran tigers," Billy jumped in. Laurie didn't move from her spot in the tree, their words only making the tears flow harder as she realized that this couple below her has done more for her in a year than her mother did for her whole life. "And Vi and me know that there is a lot that we still need to get to know about you, kid, but if you think we can't handle you, or that we won't be able to handle the scary stuff. We can. We can handle them and we love you, Laurie."

"Stop saying that, please just stop saying that, please," Laurie sobbed, huggging her knees as she continued to cry. "Please just leave me alone, guys, please just go."

Vi and Billy exchanged looks, realizing that what Laurie needed right now was space. They walked away and sat at a bench, waiting for the kid to calm down.

Laurie did eventually come down, slowly approachig them. Dried tears staining her cheeks as the couple stood up.

"I did some thinking," Laurie began, her voice still shaky from the crying. "And I think that what's best is that I ask Michelle and Elizabeth for another placement, because I know the little kids were more of what you were looking for when you got into this and -"

"No," Billy cut in firmly.

"Billy, I know that you feel real fucking sorry for me right now, but -," Laurie began, only to be cut off again.

"It has nothing to do with what just happend, Laurie," Vi told her, "Where's the court statement Billy gave to you?"

Laurie hesitated for a moment before she pulled the paper from her pocket, unfolding it as Vi pointed to a specific passage on the statment. "Read that."

Laurie inhaled shakily, feeling another onslaught of tears coming up as she began to read. "Laurie asked us why we did this, why did we choose to take her in? Sadly, at the time of that question. Neither of us knew the answer to that. But we do know it now. We did it because there was a missing piece in our lives and we couldn't figure out what it was." Laurie sharply inhaled as she read the next words, tears dripping down her cheeks. "It turns out, that the missing piece we were looking for was Laurie..."

By now, even Billy and Vi were getting a little bit emotional as they watched their little girl in front of them.

"Do you see now, Laurie?," Vi whispered, "You were our missing piece, kid."

Laurie sobbed, lowering the court statement as she wiped her face before hugging her foster parents, crying as she felt them return the hug. The three of them just stood there quietly, hugging each other.

Laurie had finally found the family that she deserved.

A/N:

I really hope you guys like this

Again, Vi doesn't belong to me, she belongs to my friend.

[daisyjonesgf]

Billy & Muse in the early days are so 'Superman' coded... I never realized that before.

"He puts papers in his briefcase and drives away / To save the world or go to work / It's the same thing to me"

It's his muse in the beginning before all the whole 'I hate you, we break up, you call me, I love you' shenanigans that ensue throughout the early days of the situationship (if you wanna even call it that/whatever ***That*** situation is called)

"I wonder if he knows how much that I miss him / I hang on every word you say"

Need I say more?

"Come back, I'll be with you someday / I'll be right here on the ground / When you come back down"

I feel like this can be taken as either when Billy leaves on tour and Muse stays behind for whatever reason.. or when Billy goes on a bender and the two fight, he tells her to leave, and eventually gets her to come back around when he's sober; gives 'when you come back down' a different meaning.

"He's complicated, he's irrational"

Poor tortured artist Billy :( (sarcasm) but since he has that duel complex of thinking he's some tortured artist but also the best fucking thing since sliced bread... and toss in his short fuse and well... complicated and irrational is he.

"'He's not all bad like his reputation' / And I can't hear one single word they say"

... so 'they' being Eddie... maybe Daisy too. But mainly Eddie. Mainly Eddie trying to convince her that Billy's no good for her (but simultaneously not being the best choice for her either—)

"And I watch you fly around the world / And I hope you don't save some other girl"

The heartbreak when Billy tells her for the first time that 'she's just some groupie' and that 'he has a lineup of girls who would be fine with just the bare minimum' and 'he's billy fucking dunne and she's just... a groupie'

And just that horrible horrible feeling Muse gets when she's away from him after he says those things to her because what if he really does 'save' some other girl after he kicks her out for a day or two...

But then here he comes with flowers and sweets and a half-assed verbal apology followed by make-up sex and...

Well, we know how the rest goes.

wait, you're so right

whatever is that he's doing is life altering for her, his music is life changing, he's an icon, so far above, and she's lost in the daze of it all. his songwriting, him playing the guitar, driving off to the studio before she started coming too. and he totally just starts consuming her thoughts from day one and then once she's got a taste she can't let go. every sweet thing he's ever said is engraved in her brain which is what makes it hurt so much more when he starts switching up.

yes!! he comes back down to reality, he sobers up and comes crawling back to her because he cares about her, he loves her, and he knows that when he's not letting the fame, the fear, take over. and it makes her realize he's much more than the rockstar she became infatuated with because he was endearing but also kind of an ass sometimes, but he can also fluctuate between being so caring to falling into a pit of ego. songs about not being enough (well thanks to daisy encouraging him to write that way) but then he's the shit and nobody can compare.

eddie, daisy, karen, her dad, I'm sure so many people have things to say about being in some sort of situationship with billy dunne. but she can't hear it when she knows at his best it just feels so right, so perfect.

okay and eventually she realizes there will always be groupies, but they're just sex to him (which makes the comments about that being her hurt more) but anyways when she's putting that aside it makes her feel more confident about her place, it's more than just physical. but god, when it's one of those rare times he's kicked her out instead of her leaving and then the thoughts of, 'what if he finds a new me? finds a new girl and then he won't need me anymore' and it's almost enough to make her call first (don't get me wrong there's a time or two when she does but that's for me to write about not in this blurb lmao) but then there's billy at her door and all those thoughts are shaken away because he's so sweet now. and the makeup sex would always be so good-

but we know the drill

[lovestuckyhatemarvel]

And I’m watching episode 3 now. Let’s see how this goes.

1.) Day IDK how many of me adoring Max and El. Should I support El spying on the boys? No. Do I support it anyway? Yes. I support girl’s rights and girl’s wrongs.

2.) Oh wait, I support the girls because the boys are sexist.

3.) Oh suddenly now Hopper knows how to apologize after barging into El’s room while drunk? Like literally this could have been avoided if Hopper had just encouraged her to have a social life outside of Mike, because Mike being her whole world was actually bad.

4.) Oh, I forgot they chose to spy on Billy at random and El is seen by him. Also it was definitely happening simultaneously with him sacrificing someone, probably the coworker but it’s impossible to know for certain at this point because you don’t see the girl whimpering and the subtitles only say ‘girl whimpering’, not a name.

5.) It is very difficult to tell if Will is a player in a campaign and is forcing Mike to run one or if he’s dressed as Will the Wise as the DM for some reason, even though that doesn’t make sense.

6.) Does Jim Hopper not own anything other than his work uniform?????

7.) Jesus Christ, Hopper couldn’t look past his own jealousy to listen to Joyce for two seconds until she said ‘what if it’s them?’ Oh wait nvm, he’s still being a little bitch. And this makes no fucking sense because Hopper was always the person who listened her the first two seasons!

8.) I would have walked out in the middle of Hopper’s bullshit too, Joyce.

9.) Poor Max thinks El accidentally looked in Billy getting laid.

10.) Nancy dismissing Jonathan’s worries makes me mad. The Byers family all has Cassandra complexes or something.

11.) The shitheads working for the paper all definitely suck. Also, how is Nancy Drew an insult? She was a world traveling and beloved detective who always saved the day and had two best friends. And she had a boyfriend I never cared about. I wanted her with Frank Hardy.

12.) Dustin actually is shockingly right about what to look for in a date, but wrong about who Steve should date. Obviously Steve should date Eddie, who is off somewhere safe this season aka not existing.

13.) Okay Will does DM in season 3 for the first time. But Mike was the DM before that.

14.) Max and El are being Nancy Drews. <3 <3

15.) The only consistently good visual in Stranger Things is the Void that El finds people in.

16.) I just realized the entire group would benefit from a group chat or a Discord server. Would do them all a world of good to be able to be like ‘FYI looking into insane rats’ and others to be like ‘FYI there’s a missing cheerleader’ and for Will get to be like ‘FYI my friends are dicks and somehow this feels like the worst thing that has happened to me because I’m a child and losing friends actually is worse than going to a Hell dimension’

17.) Neither Steve nor Dustin know what an evil Russian looks like. Also Dustin doesn’t know how to fake a phone convo.

18.) The code gets translated episode 2 and cracked in episode 3. I swear every new season makes me realize how bad the Duffers are at pacing.

19.) Nancy really doesn’t wanna have a conversation about how this will get them fired. I love her and her big damn hero complex, I really do, but she’s gotta learn not everyone else is middle class enough to afford to do that.

20.) Oh finally Hopper has an adult conversation about his feelings. We needed more conversations like this.

21.) Will is the only person Mike readily apologizes to without being prompted. But also they totally forgot about hiw little spot in the woods.

22.)I forgot Will destroys Castle Byers. Oh this is actually really sad. Oh bud.

23.) There is clearly a light switch at the top of the stairs to the basement and no one uses it so is it broken or did they just ignore it for effect.

24.) Steve is such a pouty puppy in the rain. They are all absolutely soaked. ALSO ALREADY ROBIN AND STEVE HELD HANDS. BEST FRIENDSSSSSSS.

25.) Hopper got attacked by a Russian in the lab. Forgot about that. ANd by attacked I do mean got his ass kicked. Steve and Hopper have solidarity over being the protector and also occasionally getting the ass beatings of their lives.

26.) El just broke into Heather’s house. Also everyone was very stepford in there.

27.) Oh Billy got to see backstory of El looking bitchin’. Fun.

28.) WILL’S SPIDEY SENSES ARE TINGLING AGAIN.

29.) Well, I forgot they straight up drug the mom but knock the dad out with a wine bottle. I’m confused as to why they didn’t just drug both parents because both were drinking wine, but I guess they decided it was more dramatic? Anyway, I feel bad for Heather, not for Billy

[herstarburststories]

the top of my list (steve harrington x reader)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: As senior year comes to an end, Steve Harrington has a list of what he wants to accomplish before graduating. Those things include you.

A/N: This is my first attempt to write a Steve story, so there's a lot of Steve's thoughts. ♡ I used a pick-up line that a boy tried on me last week, I just think it's Steve!!

Disclaimer: PINING!STEVE, angst, fluff, mentions of king Steve, unbeta'd

This is all he ever knew. All these classrooms, the barely eatable food, the gym, mrs Bloom boring classes. Hawkins High School was his tiny world in a small town. The flawless kingdom to king Steve.

Or so it used to be. It's been a little too long since he felt on the top of the world when walking through these crowded halls, and Harrington doesn't quite recall the last time he collected all the eyes on him and his friends at the lunch table — not that he has many of those left. To think that his biggest issue was to pick a part some girls's numbers in the little notes in his pocket. Parties sound like a noise, he talks to kids more than to people his age, and he actually studies now. He tries to. His old self would mock him if he could. Not that he misses who he used to be, just what he used to have.

Somewhat, Steve keeps a grip on a couple of dusted dreams. Part of him remains craving for silly things that he used to gravitate to, even when he believes he probably shouldn't. Stupid teenager things, as he'd put. A piece of paper in his hands with all his desires is anything but a scarlet letter, yet he can't wait to achieve all those items, a fantasy that maybe if he can accomplish those, school would feel good again.

This place used to be his. This used to be his home, or what he thought that a normal home would be like: everyone knew who he was, everyone saw him. Steve was never on his own at school, he never had to beg to be heard as he did at home. He simply showed up and people wanted him around. No "I'm busy, Steve" or "I have a meeting". No excuses, no hustled demonstrations of plastic love through fake niceties that last less than a business call. Everyone liked him at school, even when he messed up— they even applauded him when that happened! Classmates saw him as a king, but the aspect that had a hold on him was that they wanted more. All the school girls wanted a call, and the guys wanted his advice as if he was some sort of role model. Every aspect of his caught interest. Once before.

Nowadays, whispers fill the hallways more than dreamy sighs when he passes by. Rumors about Billy becoming the new king, and how they haven't seen Harrington in a party or with a girl hanging on his arm in months. Someone even called his hair greesy.

When did the world turn so fast and tripped on its route? What did he do wrong this time?

He used to be the king, but their classmates never loved him. It was just adoration laced with idealization, with some quiet envy. Can't blame the poor popular boy for misunderstanding such emotions; he never met love, how is he supposed to know its face?

Steve is so tired of feeling alone, of starring at his walls and pretending to occupy his time when he's just wasting it. Since Nancy left, all his nights overflew sorrow, his body ached with the void inside. His big house with a pool always seemed like a dazzling prison whenever he was alone for too many days. It just adds insult to injury that it's been a while since his parents remembered about him. 15 days since the last call, 2 months since the last check up meeting. Not that he was counting, of course.

There isn't anything but an empty home and a boy just as empty living in it, a boy who is hallow. In the quiet of the night, he waits for a noise. Steve is never scared when he hears one, he's rather hopeful. Although, it is easier to be robbers than his parents, at least robbers want something from you, unlike his parents. He's vacant, he's sad, he's missing without being missed, he has nowhere to run to, and he attempts to find something inside himself, but there's a heart which behaves as vortex: hugry for affection, for care. Because there's no one to be around. He's just a star with no eyes to gaze at him, no person to recognize his shine in the dark. Harrington would call someone to ease his solitude, but there isn't anyone on the phone waiting for him. Dear God, he just wants to be wanted.

Steve just wants to be wanted.

Therefore, he glances at the small list in his hands, dropping his simple desires to his senior year at Hawkins High School with a sharp pen.

Basketball championship!!

College (or tech)

Win a fight (throw it at henderson's dipshit face)

Kiss Y/N, or call her on a date, or talk to her without sounding like an idiot. KISS Y/N.

It's not much yet, but it's enough to bring a smile to his battered face.

It doesn't take too long for his plans to pill up into a disaster. College tosses him away like some clumbled piece of paper, and of course his dad decides to remember that he had a son just in time— which means no more money and a stupid job to 'learn responsibility'. His basketball team conquers just the second place, which isn't bad, but wining that competition could've pushed him into a university with a scholarship. Not to mention his hand-to-hand combat ended up with Billy almost destroying his eye.

Senior year is supposed to be the time of his life, nonetheless, it feels like he's falling from a precipice, like someone pushed him out of his pedestal and he's just a face on the ground now.

Steve rolls his eyes, deciding that his idea was bullshit. Just like everything else about him. Nancy was right, at least she escaped, his mind coaxes the thought into his brain. Because he was an asshole who messed up everything and everyone he cares about. As always.

Inside his car, the overthrown king glares at his wish list through the music noises coming from the house he parked right by. That stupid list got his hopes up, made him believe that maybe he wasn't a fuck-up, maybe he deserved something. Someone.

The brutality of reality is more violent than the apocalypse he had to face. He'd take broken bones over broken spirit everytime.

“College didn't want you, your parents didn't want you, your friends didn't want you, nancy didn't want you,” he murmurs to himself, rotting away his delusion about getting one thing right. You. “she obviously won't want you either.”

His eyes are locked with the paper. every craving crossed out with red paint, every lime seeming to mock him for not being good enough. harrington groans to himself, about to rip it off and leave to his house when he sees you.

Y/N Y/L/N. Walking into the party with a beam and a tight skirt.

Steve observes you like you're in a film reel, mesmerizing every aspect of you rapidly. your beautiful hair looks soft, soaring through your steps as you enter. he could close his eyes and catch a glimpse of you in his eyelids, as detailed as the old posters pinned on his bedroom's wall. He was simply, undeniably marveled by you.

His eyes dart towards the paper again. One ultimate item, one try. There is still one chance to make his last year remarkable in a good mood. Attempt to make it right.

Harrington shoves the note inside his pocket and gets out of the car, walking through the garden gates, the same way you took to arrive the party. He usually isn't nervous to talk to girls, but he can feel his palms sweat when his brown eyes catches you grabbing a drink on the kitchen.

His heart has been collecting dust for so long, as some abandoned ornament that he forgot how to use. After Nancy, love just didn't make sense. Until he saw you, with your smart mouth and pretty smile, dappling his battered moments with a peep of hope, even though you didn't know.

You laugh at some dude tripping on his feet and almost bumping into you, probably a freshman. Steve rolls his eyes at the man blushing whilst he apologizes to you.

What an idiot, he thinks to himself. Still, he wants to be the idiot that almost falls and makes you laugh. Shaking his head, he tries to think of a way to approach you. This used to be so easy, why can't he come up with a pick-up?

“come on, you can do that. hey, you're going to college?” he wonders, mumbling, “don't be an idiot. what are you gonna say next? that you weren't accepted in any college?”

Man, even Henderson was doing better with girls than he was.

Someone taps on his shoulder and he turns around, a student greeting him with and starting a quick conversation. That would be a good way to cool down. The chatter dries after a couple minutes and he's on his way to talk to another classmate.

As Steve seeks around to see you, you are no longer in the kitchen. The brunette sighs, but a on his back requires his attention before he can leave to search for you.

“I'm sorry!” the woman apologies before he can even see where the hit came from, but steve turns to her in a heartbeat. it's you! destiny was on his side. “you okay, Steve?”

He can't help but think that his name sounds good on your tongue. Steve just wants you to keep saying it. He blinks to himself, regained composure before he throws words at you. Suddenly, the wish list on his pocket weights a million pounds, and his tongue is dormant. What is he supposed to say?!

You tilt your head to the side, eyebrows kitted together in an adorable frown. He knows he's taking too long to answer, but this is his last chance before you go to some fancy college and forget anything about the hell hole that's your hometown and about him.

Steve can dress it up, wear a masquerade and shoot his shot with a some pick-up line, which was his first thought. Although, the boy doesn't want to use his charm, he just wants to tell you the truth. He just wants to have a real chat with someone other than Dustin.

Thing is, right now Steve Harrington is glaring at you with stars in his eyes and a dumbfounded grin, there's just one thing he can say: the truth.

“You know, I didn't notice it before you hit me, but you look beautiful.”

It's true, because the sight he presenced from a far can't compare to having you this close. Steve doesn't want to pull away.

You laugh. He's not sure if you're laughing at him or with him, but you're laughing and it's because of him!

Take it, dude who stumbled on the kitchen. A sense of pride overcomes him, the sentiment drawing a smile on his face.

“I know, it's shitty. But it's pretty cute, ain't it?”

You cross your arms, traces of a giggle on the edge of your lips, “Did it ever work on a girl before, Harrington?”

“I don't know, it's the first time I've ever said that.” he shrugs, looking away before his eyes locked with yours, “Not many girls hit me.”

“I'm not sure I trust you on that one, King Steve,” you mock him, despite your fonding voice.

“I can show it to you,” Steve quickly takes the opportunity, leaning in with a lopside grin. At least you couldn't hear his heart beating the shit out of his chest, “You go on a date with me and if you feel like hitting me by the end on it, I'll take you best slap.”

You bite your bottom lip, pretending to consider his offer, and he can't help but stare.

“Make it a punch and we have a deal.”

“Ouch, you really want to hurt me that bad?” Harrington places a hand on his chest, his mouth contorting into a playful grimace.

“No, I won't,” through your joyful words, he trusts it.

You ask him about all the types of things, you touch him softly, you listen, you tease him, and chuckle at his jokes. You act as if he's the only person you wanted to talk to at the party, as if want his company as much as he wants yours. Reciprocity. He had lost the touch with it among the year, it's tender to have it back. And he does the same to you, resting his has on yours and smiling like a fool who found gold in the dirt. It's simple, it's all he craves for: to be wanted and not just needed.

Steve is a brittle soul after so much calamity in the past years, but perhaps his pieces can fall back together. Or so he believes when you touch his arm and nod at pizza on the table.

He knows he went through some bad shit, that he was hunted by monsters and all that freak stuff. But it doesn't seem that bad when your perfume hits him and you look away, presenting a shyness when he cupped your cheek. You don't push him away, you just pull him close. All the black-eyed peaches thrown away in the name of a kiss that's so sweet.

So you put your lips on his, it's the best year he has ever had with all the scars. Steve kisses you back, it's the kind of emotion thrill that will cause you to dance around your room all alone and keep him up at night for all the right reasons.

(steve tries to hide the paper and his blushed face when you slide your hand into his pocket to hide from the cold and accidentally finds his list, but you're quicker. you're beside him when he crosses the wish, and you wonder if he'd make another list for you two as you place a word)

4. Kiss Y/N, or call her on a date, or talk to her without sounding like an idiot. KISS Y/N. I kissed you, dork!

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Can I request a platonic yandere black phone boys x mother figure reader?

where like she helps them through their trauma and takes care of them when something is going on with their home life or if their just upset?

And they’re super protective over her because of it

Now as a agender person I suck at writing fem reader, but since you made this beautiful request I’ll do the motherly/fatherly reader of course but just with they/them. This is more of after you helped them with trauma and they got connected. This also can be platonic or romantic however you see it I guess please enjoy ❤️

Finney:

•Finney is more of an insecure overprotective guy

•poor thing lost his mother

•I mean you’ve helped him so much

•you’ve always been a parental figure in his life

•standing up to bullies 

•being there for him 

•just all in all you’ve been very supportive of him

•now he won’t go borderline insane but he’ll do subtle things that no one could realize

•he’ll ask you for help with simple stuff, ask you for hugs and stuff like that

•all in the way to get closer to you and keep you away from people

Robin: 

•Robins more of a low profile yandere

•he doesn’t wanna get picked on for being protective over a parent friend/partner

•he’ll do his best to hang out with you 

•asking you for study help

•even cooking just to get close to you

•always watches movies with you

Bruce:

•Bruce is an odd one

•he will not talk to you for some reason

•when he starts getting protective it’s like he distanced himself

•he just doesn’t wanna be overbearing on you 

•he has a big reputation he doesn’t wanna lose his shit if someone talks to you

•he loves you to much to do that

Vance ❤️:

•OOOH BOY.

•he absolutely adores you for being there for him unlike his actual parents

•This man is AN ANGRY POSSESSIVE YANDERE

•he will make it clear that he doesn’t want you talking to anyone

•he will drag you away from someone if he has to

•you think he’s aggressive now? Just wait till someone tries to get close to you

•He will unleash the wrath of Satan onto the poor soul

•Vance has definitely hurt you in jealous rage

•Not physically but emotionally

•he doesn’t have good parents he bottles everything up and let’s it onto you

•he hates himself for it but he can’t help it YOUVE been there for him so you won’t care surely?

Billy:

•Paperboys a sweet yandere

•I can see him being a bit of a overprotective guy but not really

•he’ll most definitely ask you if you wanna deliver papers with him

•to be fair he just wants to bond with you in the sweetest way possible

•the most possessive thing he’ll do his grab your hand to pull you away from a conversation

•he’ll most definitely let you pet Samson

Griffin:

•this fucking gremlin is smug and obsessive

•he’ll drag you away by crying about random stuff

•he doesn’t care if he’s labeled a crybaby he just wants your attention

•he’ll make sure you don’t have any plans that don’t have him involved 

•going to a concert? He’s going

•going to a funeral? He doesn’t care if he wasn’t invited he’s going 

Bonus!

Gwen:

•she’ll make it clear about her possessiveness

•she will lie about having a bad dream about the person your getting close to

•the guilt will be excruciating but she’ll deal with it for you

•always is with you

•she will go into the bathroom with you she doesn’t care

•she will cuss out anyone who tries to get close to you after her many warnings

•she’ll even get physical for you

•she’s lost her actual mother and her asshole father doesn’t help 

•she’s not letting you go EVER

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Mason mount x male reader

Note: Dont be shy request x male reader!!

A/n note: heyhey, so so so so sorry that this took so long to put out depression really got me. Im also went through and still am in intensive trauma care. Take care of your friends!

Fc: Charles Leclerc

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fanYN1 he looks tired, give him rest

Ynfan1 y’all need to backup sometimes!

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Ynfan3 i was there, he literally almost had a panic attack. Y’all are psychotic.

↳ ynshubby same people don’t realise how dangerous it was.

Sza otw back he called me mid panic attack. Y’all need to stop being crazy and have manners.

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Foldin Money

Tommy Shelby x female reader

Summary: Tommy needs a posh girl to take to the Cheltenham races and you are the perfect candidate to play the part. Will you remain loyal after Billy Kimber offers to keep you in the luxury you’ve always desired?

Author’s Note: This blurb was requested by @l1-14 and inspired by the song “F-oldin Money” by The Fall. Takes place in S1, Tommy meets you instead of Grace and takes you to the Cheltenham races with him. 

Warnings: language

“Tommy, there’s something about her. I just don’t trust…” Polly trailed off as she realized you were listening at the door. You had a bad habit of eavesdropping on the family and she didn’t like it. There was something about the greed in your eyes when they discussed the days take that Polly disliked. She could tell a schemer when she saw one.

You had been raised in Small Heath, but wanted something more. You had dreamed of a life far away and the only way you thought you could possibly make that happen was to meet a rich man. You made that your life’s goal, in fact.

Then when you noticed local boy Tommy Shelby making a name for himself, you set your sights on him. You knew from the beginning it would be a difficult task. Everyone said how he had changed after the war, completely cutting himself off from others to focus on his work. However, that only made you more eager for the challenge. 

You were hired at the Shelby's gambling den just as the business began booming and you immediately proved yourself indispensable to the organization. You could do addition and subtraction in your head without the need for pen and paper, making you much faster at your work than the other employees. Soon you were doing the books for Arthur and Tommy was inviting you into his office to hear your thoughts about the company.

He valued your opinion and appreciated the fact that you had a head for business and a talent for strategizing. In many ways you reminded him a lot of Polly, but with something more. You had poise and class that women of the aristocracy had. You acted as though you had been born into royalty, not to a poor butcher in Birmingham. 

As time wore on, Tommy found himself attracted to you and became distracted by your beauty and charm. You began sleeping together and as a result you could have talked him into anything. The way you held his heart frightened him at times. He knew he was falling in love with you, although he was too prideful to say so.

When he got the idea to take on Billy Kimber you were lying in bed together with the window open enjoying the cool night air. He hesitated a moment before asking your opinion, watching you smoke a cigarette next to him with cool detachment.

He hadn't told anyone in the family his idea to take on Billy Kimber, but he knew he could confide in you. You enthusiastically agreed that it sounded like a solid plan and offered to accompany him to win over Kimber. You talked most of the night hatching a scheme, weaving in your own ideas. Of course, you couldn’t help but make an expensive, new dress part of it. You would need to look stunning in order to impress the people you were trying to con.

The day of the races, you played the part of Lady Sarah of Connemara and Tommy was your servant. You had thought up that part of the plan and when Tommy had asked why you needed to be of Irish nobility, you had laughed saying you needed a role to play that wasn’t so dull. You always liked adventure.  Tommy went along with your lie if only to enter the races surreptitiously. When he found Billy Kimber inside, you went back to being plain y/n and that bothered you. You sulked in a corner as Tommy talked business with Kimber.

After Tommy had given his business pitch, he came over and requested you dance with the kingpin. You rolled your eyes at the idea of dancing with a much older man, but agreed if it meant you would secure the deal.

To your delight, something incredible happened as you danced. Kimber was a gentleman with you and whispered all kinds of flattering comments in your ear as he twirled you around the dance floor. When you seemed receptive to his advances, he made mention that you would look lovely on his arm and how he would take good care of you if you were his. You couldn’t deny that you felt excited by the prospect of being spoiled by him. When Tommy told you Kimber had asked for an hour alone with you, you readily agreed. Although Tommy thought you were just acting out of loyalty to the company.

On the drive to his estate, you admired the fine car you were being chauffeured in. You asked Kimber about it and he confessed that he had three more in the garage at home. That instantly impressed you. It was unlike anything you'd ever heard. You began to wonder exactly how much wealth he had because his list of possessions seemed to be endless.

As you arrived at his enormous mansion, he guided you through a series of elegantly appointed rooms until you reach the billiard room. By this time you were thoroughly enchanted. As you sipped brandy together, he presented a salacious proposal. If you agreed to be his mistress, he would buy you anything your heart desired. Being the curious sort, you asked how he would spoil you exactly and he outlined a life of luxury in your own flat, with servants, cars and plenty of furs and jewelry. You were practically salivating at the thought of being so pampered. You accepted without hesitation and gave into his advances when he tried to kiss you. 

The door of the room opened suddenly, banging against the wall as an angry Tommy burst in. He looked wild at the sight of you perched on Kimber's lap, his jealousy compelling him to lie that you were a whore he had hired. He embellished his story further by saying you had the clap, certain this would disgust Kimber and get you away from him. His tale had the desired effect and you practically cried in frustration that he was keeping you from the life you deserved.

As Tommy pulled you from the house, you scowled at him. You were unable to look at him on the drive home, staring out the car window silently fuming at your ruined prospects. Tommy couldn't understand why you weren't grateful he had rescued you.

“For fuck’s sake, would you just look at me?” Tommy pleaded.

You whipped around to face him, defiance written on your face as you proclaimed, “I’m not your dream girl, Tommy. Whatever you thought about how it was going to be after the races is done. I wanted to be with Kimber,” you confessed.

He exhaled loudly, letting all the air leave his lungs. He wanted to die. You were as heartless as Polly said and he had willingly handed you the weapon to destroy him, valuable information that would bring his dream of a legal betting license to an end. 

“So you’d fuck me over just to wear fancy clothes and eat in nice restaurants with that arsehole?” He said spitefully.

“It’s more than that, Tommy. It’s not just the wealth, it’s a respectable life. You can’t ask me to live in horse shit with you forever,” you said wounding him with the truth. 

“If that’s how you really feel, you can get out and walk back to him then,” he said stopping the car suddenly by the side of the road. He practically shoved you out the passenger side door and drove off, leaving you behind as Polly suggested he do months ago. There could never be any love between you when you loved money more than people anyhow.