The Last Bit Was Funny

OCTOBER IS NEXT WEEK

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Into you | Billy Hargrove

Billy Hargrove x Byers!Reader

summary; max notices that something’s off with billy

a/n; i know he was an asshole (before sthree) but he’s so cute :(

You and Billy were kind of friends, much to the distain of everyone else you associated with.

You tried your best not to judge people based on other people’s feelings about them— Billy may have seemed like an asshole, but you were sure there was more to it. So you tried talking to him.

At first he was aloof, the conversation never really going farther them him flirting with you. Eventually it extended to talking about your day, and then your likes and dislikes. Within a few weeks you were having full blown conversations about nothing and everything.

You were pretty sure you were the only one that Billy actually talked to. He seemed shallow and nobody had really tried to dig any deeper.

Steve had warned you to stay away, but you decided that a friendship with the boy was harmless. He had never done anything to you and you actually enjoyed spending the time with him. Billy Hargrove was good company and damn fun to look at.

It took awhile for Max to even notice. Billy had gone from locking himself in his room everyday to actually offering to give the girl rides when she wanted to see her friends. In hindsight Max realized that she should’ve been sceptical. Billy never would’ve done that unless he directly benefited from it.

It was a trip to the mall that made the red head realize what was actually going on.

When the duo arrived, Billy surprisingly jumped out of the car behind Max, being quick to lock the doors and enter the mall. Immediately Max spotted Lucas and El, running over to her friends and greeting them with hugs.

Billy took his time looking around the large area. Max watched her brother from a far with furrowed brows. “He’s been acting so weird lately,” she told her friends in a hushed voice, “—he volunteered to drive me today. I don’t know what’s gotten into him.”

Dustin snorted from his spot beside Will, the entire party now watching Billy as he began sauntering off to a table not too far from were they stood. “I’ll tell you what’s gotten into the douchebag. He’s in love with Y/N.”

The group shifted their attention to Dustin, each with varying expressions of disbelief. There was no way Billy Hargrove was in love with anyone other then his own reflection.

Max scoffed, arms crossed over her chest, “Yeah, right. All he does is entertain girls. You really expect me to believe he’s in love?”

Dustin nodded smugly, “When’s the last time he had a girl over?”

“Well,” Max paused to think. She quickly realized that it had to have been at least a month. “I don’t remember.” She whispered, her eyes widening.

“Exactly. It’s because he’s obsessed with Y/N.”

“He is always staring at her. I just thought he was looking at her ass,” Mike shrugged, wincing when Eleven elbowed his side.

“Gross,” Will gagged, “—that’s my sister.”

“It’s not our fault Billy wants a piece,” Lucas smirked. This time it was Max’s turn to elbow her boyfriend.

“He’s talking to her right now.”

The group moved quietly in the direction that the two of you sat chatting, trying to stay as non conspicuous as possible.

Meanwhile you were grinning at something Billy had said, the curly haired boy sitting in front of you with a smile of his own.

“You uh- got a little something,” Billy smirked, gestering at your lip. It had to have been chocolate from the cookie you were eating.

Your cheeks flamed bright pink as you tried to wipe it away with a napkin, embarrassment blooming in your chest.

Billy only shook his head, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip and taking the chocolate into his own mouth. Now you were blushing for a different reason.

“T-thank you,” you stuttered out, taking a sip from your water.

Billy only winked, the pair of you having what felt like a staring contest.

The two of you were interrupted by a pile of kids falling down in front of your table. Dustin was the first one to jump up, brushing himself off as the rest of the party followed.

They all looked equal parts sheepish at being caught and mad at Dustin for knocking them down.

You glared at the kids with arms crossed over your chest, “Can I help you nerds?” You questioned, looking over all of them.

It was obvious they had been trying to spy on you and Billy. Surprisingly, the boy just watched with a bored expression, deciding to let you handle them.

“We were just in the neighborhood,” Max piped up, rocking on the heels of her feet, “—decided to say hello.”

“Is that so?” Billy finally questioned, leaning over on his arm.

The kids all nodded.

“Looked like you were hiding to me, what do you think, Billy?”

“I don’t know, Y/N. Maybe they just decided to drop in,” Billy snickered.

You couldn’t help but to laugh at his ridiculous pun, rolling your eyes at the boy. “Shut up.”

Lucas groaned, rolling his eyes. The rest of the party looked over at the boy with wide eyes, making varying faces that all pretty much added up to the same ‘why?!’ expression.

“Is there a problem, Lucas?” You questioned with narrow eyes, looking your brother’s friend up and down.

As much as the party loved you for being way cooler then Jonathan, they also feared you slightly.

Billy watched you with a smirk. God was he happy to be in your good graces.

“Oh it’s nothing,” Lucas shook his head, “—I just can’t believe Dustin was right.”

You could hear Max mumble a quiet, “Oh God,” under her breath. You had a feeling they would be breaking up for the eighth time.

“Do you have something you’d like to share with the class, Dustin?”

“Other then Lucas being a complete piece of shit? Not really,” Dustin replied, glaring at Lucas.

You watched the group with a bored expression, waiting for someone to speak up.

“I just didn’t know Dustin was right,” Lucas finally piped up, shrugging nonchalantly, “—that you two were up each other’s asses.”

“That is not what I said!” Dustin yelled, watching as your face morphed into one of pure horror.

“You’re so dead,” you threatened, standing up from your chair with cherry red cheeks.

Max backed away from her boyfriend, moving to stand besidr El. The rest of the party watched with wide eyes, waiting for you to pounce on the boy. He was barely an inch shorter then you so you couldn’t bring yourself to feel bad.

“Hey,” Billy interrupted, grabbing your hand.

You turned to look at the blonde boy, your eyes still blazing. His, on the other hand, were soft as he pulled you back down into your seat, “—breathe.”

“Scram,” Billy instructed the party, “—I don’t know how much longer I can hold her off for.”

They didn’t have to be told twice. The entire group took off into a sprint in the direction of Scoops Ahoy. Probably to hode behind Steve incase you decided that you still wanted your revenge.

Billy wrapped an arm around your chair, turning to look at you with a smile.

“They aren’t wrong you know,” he shrugged cooly, “—I am definitely into you.”

“How sweet,” you grinned, rolling your eyes. “I’m into you too.”

Ahhhhhh I LOVE soft billy

Hi 💖 could you do ‘I fall in love with you every time I open my eyes’ with Billy?? Very fluffy and cheesy. Soft billy makes me weak lol

★Sleepy Confessions 

pairing: billy x reader

a/n: soft billy also has me wEAK so here u gO pal

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The sound of a lawn mower next door caused you to let out a tired groan as you buried your face deeper into Billy’s sleeping form, his body not moving. You could feel his warm, calloused hand on the bare skin of your back, the shirt you wore to bed ridding up during the night.

You let your eyes flutter open, after mentally debating it for a few minutes, blinking them a few times to get used to the bright room you were in. The curtains you had hung up in your room did nothing to stop the morning sun’s orange glow from seeping in. 

Sitting up, you let your gaze linger on Billy. His full lashes casting a shadow onto his cheekbones, your fingers subconsciously moving to trace it. A soft smile tugged on your lips as you let your fingers roam over his features, carefully avoiding the bruises caused by his father. 

You felt the hand on your back move, the once idle warmth now rubbing slow, languid circles on your skin.

“‘s to early baby…” Billy whispered out in a hoarse voice, rolling over onto his side to face you better, his eyes still closed. You let out a breathy laugh before laying back down next to him, his arms immediately wrapping around you, pulling you closer.

“I know.” You whispered back, feeling your heart swoon with love for the man in front of you. It was times like this that you wanted to last forever. No one to bother the two of you. No one to ruin the moment. Just peace.

Without thinking, you rested your palm against his cheek, letting your thumb lightly brush over the bruise adorning his cheekbone, a sad smile on your lips. You watched Billy’s face as a smile of his own formed on his sleepy features, it was the smile only reserved for you. You watched with a shy gaze as his eyes finally opened, his blues ones peering into your own.

“You know what…” Billy mumbled as you let out a hum of acknowledgement, “I fall in love with you every time i open my eyes.” Billy grabbed your wrist and softly pulled it away from his cheek, instead moving it to his lips. He pressed a gentle kiss to the palm of your hand before kissing your knuckles. 

“You are such a sap Hargrove.” You giggled with a roll of your eyes, your face flushing. 

“Only for you gorgeous…”

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHTHIS WAS AN EMOTIONAL ROLLER COASTER

Accidents Happen Masterlist

SUMMARY: Peter Parker is your best friend, superhero, and fellow BrainyQuote enthusiast… but one impulsive decision, and everything goes to shit. As if being a sixteen-year-old with abilities isn’t hard enough…

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Warnings: Teen pregnancy, swearing, violence, angst, talk about pregnancy options, constant misspelling of ‘wonton’, etc. 

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“If no one else out there ever said it before, know that I believe in you and I am proud of you.”

This is really sweet and fluffy. I love it !

Movie Night

a/n: okay LISTEN i was going to bed when my brain decided to be an ass and give me a cuteass story idea and now we’re here sooo enjoy if this is crap i never posted it

Summary: Even superheros love movie nights 

Parings: Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Warnings: some cursing cause i’m good at that, infinity war doesn’t exist here woo, too much writing but who really cares

Movie nights at the Avengers compound were Peter’s favorite. In fact, they were everyone’s favorite. The teams of enhanced and highly trained adults never got a minute to settle and do humane things, bond. Times like these were their favorites; where they could just sit and relax in their pajamas, enjoy some random comedy movie or sitcom with the people they fight side by side along with the added bonus of sharing this time with one of the people the team cares about most: Y/N Stark.

Y/N came into Tony’s life at a rather unusual time. He remembers it vividly, wishing his 38 year old self hadn’t freaked out so much.

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I just love being Loki’s pet

Mine : Ch. 1 (loki x reader)

Pairings: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Dom!Loki, Sub!Reader, Possessiveness, Abuse (in the beginning), Adequate Writing

Wordcount: 2,591

Chapter Summary: Loki decides to crash a gala in the palace of England to show his dominance and put your people in “their place.” After meeting you, a feisty young princess, he says he will leave your people be if he can take you as prisoner. Will you abide to save your family and your people? 

Your parents were the King and Queen of England. You, their beloved daughter, and Theo, your older brother, were always happy in the palace. Tonight was the gala. Girls from around the world came to meet Prince Theo, the next in line, and possibly become the next Queen. You listened as the orchestra played wonderfully. Everything felt perfect. If only you had known, chaos would ensue about two hours later.

You wore a beautiful emerald green dress, long and flowing with elegance. Your entrance would be announced after your parents’ and before Theo’s. Theo was the one they all came for. Many men and boys also came for your presence, but you knew tonight’s main focus would be on Theo. Or so you thought.

Theo, being the first born to the L/N family, would take the throne after your parents’ passing. You, however, were the second child and therefore did not get to rule, which you didn’t mind. You didn’t like the thought of being responsible for an entire country. Theo had dated a few girls in the past, when he was 16 and 18. Now at 21, your parents were adamant that he should be ready to settle down within the next few years. You had talked to him once or twice, and you knew he was nervous about tonight. All the girls from around the world had paid their way here, and already had money, but it seemed that they weren’t as genuine as other girls that he had met who didn’t know his status.

You smiled as you entered after your parents, your dress trailing behind you. The contract of the navy blue carpet and your dress was beautiful, and you watched as a few photographers snapped pictures of you as you walked down the stairs.

Lastly was your brother, Theodore, walking down the stairs. He was dressed in a plain black tux, with a striped tie, his hair looking marvelous, slicked back as usual. You had several pictures taken of you with your family, then you decided to wander and find something to entertain you. You found yourself wandering the floor, winding up at the bar so you could eat a few snacks, before it was dinner time. Henry, a bartender, gave you some fresh fruit and vegetables to snack on, and before you knew it, it was time to eat.

You met everyone in the dining hall, your mom and dad asking Theo if his mingling was going alright. You knew he struggled a bit with these kinds of things. The dining hall table had been replaced with many smaller round ones, fitting more people, many of them young women.

Suddenly, you felt the ground shake violently. Earthquake? You thought to yourself, before quickly shaking off the thought. Couldn’t be. Then, glass broke from one of the doors in the entranceway. You gasped, and your personal security guard quickly grabbed your arm, dragging you to the hall closet before pulling you inside. Oh my gosh. You thought, letting out a small whimper. Within a few seconds, Theodore was thrown in with you, and you breathed out a sigh of relief, knowing your brother was by your side and alright. “Mom and dad are okay. Peter took them to another room. Apparently, there’s been a break in.” He explained, and your brows furrowed.

“How? The gates are closed, aren’t they?” You questioned, and he nodded, hesitantly.

“They’re supposed to be. But maybe someone knew the code, somehow.” He explained, making shivers run down your spine. The head of security made sure to change the code whenever someone left the team, and it was suspicious that an 8 digit code could be guessed at such an inconvenient time. Such an important time as this.

“I am Loki, of Asgard. And I am burdened with glorious purpose.” A man spoke from outside the closet, in the direction of the dining hall. “Where are your precious King and Queen?” He asked, and you shook with fright. No. Not your parents. You hoped with all your heart that they were okay. They were fighters, after all. You hoped in your mind that this was all a sick and twisted dream. In fact, before this, the only Loki you had heard of was from Norse mythology, and was in fact, fiction. None of this could be reality, could it? You pinched yourself, with no satisfaction of waking up.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Your brother Theo asked from the other side of the closet. You nodded.

“What’s going on out there?” You asked, your heart skipping beats left and right. This was the scariest thing you had ever been through, that was for sure.

“Where are they!” The man screamed from outside, and you shuttered with fear. “Tell me!” Was his next order.

Suddenly you heard screaming and yelling. You recognized the scream from your mom, and the yells of opposition from your father.

“No no no no no,” you whimpered out, slightly too loud, and Theo covered your mouth with his hand.

From outside, you heard more dominant words coming from the man. “You all will kneel to me now, not your precious King and Queen. I am the ruler of you now, and forever.” He spoke angrily, and you knew you had to do something. Breaking away from your brother’s grasp, you opened the door and ran into the dining hall.

“Don’t touch them!” You screamed, watching as your parents were also on their knees, begging for mercy from the man in front of them.

The man you knew as Loki stood in front of all the people at the gala, all of which were on their knees, your parents in front of them all, men holding their hands behind their backs so they couldn’t move in the slightest.

“Well well well, who do we have here?” The man waltzed over to you with dominance. “What’s your name, little one?” He stroked your cheek with one hand, and held a golden, glowing scepter in the other. You kept your mouth closed, not answering him, in hopes that somehow you could wake up from this nightmare.

“If I tell you, will you leave my parents and my people alone? We are not to kneel, we are a strong nation, and will not be overcome by your foolishness.” You spoke, coming close to gritting your teeth, as there was murmurs and whispering amongst the crowd. You hoped he wasn’t paying much attention to them.

“Feisty little one, aren’t we?” He spoke, pulling you into a different room, you noticed security guards no longer blocking the doors. They must be among the crowd, forced to kneel like everyone else. “Who are you?” He forced you against the nearest wall, and you felt your airway tighten, not being able to get air through thanks to his forcefulness.

“I’m Y/N L/N.” You choked out, and he finally let you go, as your feet landed back on the floor, you almost fell down due to your heels.

“Princess?” He asked, not knowing whether or not you were of royal blood.

“Yes, sir.” You nodded, hesitantly. You saw a smirk and a glimmer in his eyes appear on his face, and your heart skipped a beat.

“In order for me to leave your family and your people alone, I’m going to need something in return.” He spoke, and you nodded.

“If money’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get, anything, just don’t do this to my people.”

“Isn’t this their rightful place? To kneel before someone like me, to submit to someone like me, let me rule before them?” He almost scowled at you for your sentiment.

“Maybe they’re meant to be ruled, but I’ll be damned if it’s like this.” You growled, snapping at him.

“You better watch that pretty little mouth of yours, Y/N L/N. You’re mine now.” He smirked, trailing the tip of his septor on your face, then poking the tip of your nose with it. You rolled your eyes at his slightly manic behavior.

Loki instantly brought a smack to your cheek, and although it burned, you pretended as if it didn’t. You had to make him believe you were stronger than this. He then brought his hand to the small of your back, and lead you back into the dining hall. “Your precious Y/N has become your savior!” He announced, quite violently, you might add. “She has agreed, to save your people from my rule, to become mine. She is my prisoner. There is nothing you can do to get her back.” He seemed like he was growling by the end of it, and there was nothing you could do to calm him.

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this.” You heard your mother call from the crowd. Walking up to her for the very last time, you bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead, then one on your father’s.

“This is for the good of our people,” you spoke with reassurance. “We will be okay.” You headed back to Loki’s side a moment later, and he watched as your parents cried for your departure. To him, it meant nothing. Loki saw humans as weak, not just because of physique, but mainly because of their sentiment and compassionate nature that lead them to lose many battles.

You were the opposite. You believed that sentiment and compassionate was the way to go, that it created peace and helped people prosper. By becoming ‘Loki’s,’ you thought, you could save your family and people from the rule of a horrible man. Or, as you would learn mere hours later, god. 

Loki, using his scepter -or so you thought- teleported both you and himself to somewhere very unknown to you. You listened as people gasped around you, the immense power that came from his dark presence immediately dissolving and lightening the depressing, unnerving mood. For them, at least. 

For you, the torture continued, as he held onto your gorgeous figure for a moment, as if making sure you were still with him. You were, unfortunately for you. You immediately thought of Theo, and hoped that somehow, he’d meet a wonderful girl, even though you weren’t sure how the night would end for everyone there. 

“Green’s a wonderful color on you, little one. Did you know I was coming?” You heard Loki ask. You shook your head in slight fear, and you heard a chuckle come from his beautiful lips. You looked around the foyer, realizing that the main color palette in the house was black, gold and of course, green. “Scared, kitten?” He asked. You shook your head again, and yet another chuckle came from his lips. You could tell he knew of your fright. What else were you supposed to feel in this moment? Happiness? Relief? Definitely not. “Not up for talking, I guess.” He shrugged with a subtle smirk plastered on his face. You stayed silent, yet again. “Let’s bring you to your room, little one.” You watched as a pair of golden handcuffs clasped over your wrists, and you almost cried out from the tightness, but you wouldn’t give Loki that satisfaction. 

As you walked upstairs, following him, with guards behind you, making sure you wouldn’t pull anything. Your room was right next to Loki’s, and though beautiful, you knew in your heart that you were still a prisoner, never a friend to this horrific man. The bedroom wasn’t too bad, for a prisoner, anyway. The walls were a dark emerald green, the bedspread was white with dark emerald colored accents, with black, green, and white pillows lined up neatly at the head of the bed. There was a gold legged side table with a succulent topping it. 

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, shall we? I’ll go through some of our rules while we do.” Loki spoke, and your eyes widened. Hopefully he didn’t mean that you’d be undressing in front of him. Unfortunately for you, that’s exactly what he had in mind. Although, he did love you in the glorious ball gown you wore, that seemed to hug your body in all of the right places. But, he wanted to see you in all of your mortal glory. Even if that wasn’t what you wanted. You looked at the door longingly, hoping that he would soon leave. “I’m not going to leave, my pet.” He spoke, as if reading your mind. 

“You can’t make me.” You said without thinking. Yes, he could. Loki had complete and utter control over you, and as long as you wanted to keep your people and family safe, you were his. Completely. A smirk appeared on his face as the sassy look fell from yours. 

“Yes, I can.” 

“Yes, you can.” You spoke, sighing. “I apologize.” 

“Good girl. Now, let’s get that thing off of you.” You turned around at his command, and he found a corset lace-up backing, which he immediately began on. Subconsciously, you hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed with your body. He traced his fingers over the subtle moles on your back, as if intrigued by them. Asgardians were usually completely unmarked, unless given a scar from fighting. But your little ‘flaws’ intrigued him thoroughly. As he unlaced the backing, your sleeves began to fall off of your arms, giving him more and more of your body to look at. You pulled your arms out once had unlocked the cuffs, and the dress began to slip down even further. “Rule number one,” he spoke, dominantly. “Never defy me, or there will be punishments in store for you, little one.” You nodded hesitantly.

You shuddered, realizing that your breasts were now revealed to him, and the cold air hit your back. “Rule number two, you’re mine. Utterly and completely. You are not to talk to any men in this house, except for me.” He told you, and you nodded, even though that rule seemed absolutely bogus to you. Loki stepped in front of you, helping you out of the dress, marveling at your breasts while he was at it. You now stood just in your underwear and silver heels, which you could hear him silently scoff at. What did he have against silver? He admired your body in awe, and you suddenly became self conscious, trying to cover your body as much as you could. “Rule number three, never hide your body from me, sweetness.” Your hands shook as you removed them from your breasts. and part of your stomach. “Good girl.” 

“Rule number four, you will only refer to me as master or sir.” You rolled your eyes, which you soon realized was a mistake. You felt your head held by his large hand, grasping at your throat. 

“I- I’m s-so-rry.” You spat out, as much as you could. His grip on your throat loosened, and you sighed in relief as you could breathe again. Finally. 

“You should be. If you’re a good girl this week, I may even let you sleep in my bed. But for now, we have to make sure you’re not going to pull anything, little one. Understood?”

You nodded. “Yes sir.” 

He smiled in satisfaction, dressing you in an emerald green baby-doll, removing your heels, which he left in the room, but your panties, he tucked into his suit pocket. You tried not to leave a judgmental look on your face as he did. He replaced the gold handcuffs, tucking you in, leaving you wondering how you were going to get out of this mess. 

Chapter One: Sweatshirt

A/N: Hey! Welcome to my third publication of my trans Peter Parker fanfic Rollercoaster. I’ve already published this on wattpad and ao3 Burbank I thought the tag deserved to have a long lasting fic on there for anyone’s wanting to read about all the gays. I hope you enjoy! (words: 2,288)

Caden Young was the first guy to have Peter Parker’s full attention. Caden was a grade above Peter, and the boys were in most of the same classes. He was good-hearted and had a good head on his shoulders. He was responsible, smart, witty at times, and gave Peter a run for his money in the fact that they both were at the top of their shared classes. 

They were both in advanced classes. Peter, being highly intelligent, was enrolled in classes usually taken by students in junior year while Caden was a junior but felt unchallenged in the regular classes and was moved to advanced placement. They never really talked, but that didn’t stop Peter from having feelings towards him. 

Caden was the first guy Peter had really liked since coming out as trans a year earlier, and not just the thinking someone’s cute kind of like either. He had an intense feeling towards the older boy, and Peter found that kind of terrifying. 

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Loki & Frigga

This is brilliant on so many levels

Can you hear me sobbing