Monopoly.

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

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one shots;

brat* (president!loki) - you attempt to trust loki but that never works out and he has an idea for a going away present.

Druig x F!Reader - Mini Series Masterlist. [COMPLETED.]

“After Druig breaks away from the rest of the Eternals, you follow him into the rainforest in the hopes that you can get him to change his mind. He offers an alternative - come with him. Noting your uncertainty, an incentive is offered to make it worth your while.”

Friends to Lovers. Mini-Series. Explicit Sexual Content.

Warnings will be listed on their individual chapters…

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Types of bone fractures!

Best COMPLETED ML fanfictions!

Okay, I am looking for the best COMPLETED ML fanfics out there! So far I have found… “Trouble in White” by @imthepunchlord “Stray Chat” by @pozolegirl “Rainy Days” by TheLastPilot “Obsession” by @kryallaorchid “Heartstrings” by taylortot “Truthful Scars” by @frostedpuffs “On the Prowl” by ghostgirl19 “A Declaration of Love” also by @imthepunchlord If you could leave the title, author, and site of the best COMPLETED ML fanfics you have read besides those listed above I would be really grateful! :)

Big Groups

Am I the only person who doesn’t like big groups? It’s so easy to be and feel excluded, even if it’s not intentional and it makes me really anxious but I can’t say anything cause then I seem like I’m overreacting or being a drama queen and no one relates. It doesn’t help being an ambivert- one moment I’m like OH YEAH FRIENDS WHOOO GET WREKT’’and then suddenly ‘ çan I go home yet please I feel really uncomfortable’

Masterlist

It (2017)

The Losers Club:

1. Being in the Losers Club Would Include…

2. Being Irish and part of the Losers Club Would Include…

3. Swimming

4. Panic

5. Replaced

6. Being Filipino and Part of the Losers Club Would Include…

Beverly Marsh:

1. Dating Beverly Marsh Would Include…

2. Being Beverly’s Sibling Would Include…

Bill Denbrough:

1. Dating Bill Denbrough Would Include…

2. Prom

3. Stutter

4. Guilt

5. Leader

6. Dumb

7. It

Ben Hanscom:

1. Dating Ben Hanscom Would Include…

2. NKOTB

Eddie Kaspbrak:

1. Dating Eddie Kaspbrak Would Include…

2. Don’t Die

3. In Love

4. Lies

5. Germs

Mike Hanlon:

1. Dating Mike Hanlon Would Include…

2. Hold You

3. 1 am Cuddles

4. Milkshakes and Star Gazing

5. Breakup

Richie Tozier:

1. Dating Richie Tozier Would Include…

2. Korean Reader x Richie Headcanon

3. Eye Rolls

4. Just Friends?

5. For Science

6. Chapstick

7. A Chance

8. Cute

9. Shopping

10. What You Want

11. Help

12. Missing Cat

13. Backwards

14. Don’t Run Away

15. Deserve Better

16. Being Richie Tozier’s Younger Sister Would Include…

Stan Uris:

1. Dating Stan Uris Would Include…

2. Bird Books

3. Plus Size Reader x Stan Headcanon

4. Crushes

5. Don’t Lie

6. Love

7. Bad Dreams

8. A Flirt

9. The Future

10. Bird Watching

11. Angel

Stozier:

1. What Do You Hate?

Stranger Things

Dustin Henderson:

1. Bet

2. Sorcerer

3. Me?

4. Beautiful

Lucas Sinclair:

1. Tests

Mike Wheeler:

1. Please Don’t Cry

2. Anything For You

3. Forgotten part two

4. A Kiss

5. Help

6. Her part two

7. Stop Denying

8. Answer me

9. Not Yours

10. Worry

11. I Failed

12. Suffering

13. Being Mike Wheeler’s Twin Sister and Being Taken to the Upside Down With Will Would Include…

Steve Harrington:

1. Best Friends

2. Ditched

3. Cold Air

4. Motivation

5. Birthday

Will Byers:

1. I Kissed Him part two

2. Alone

3. Miss Me?

4. Short

5. His Fault

6. Taken

Johnathan Byers:

1. My Hero

2. Everlong

Eleven:

1. Help

Max Mayfield:

1. You

allergies | zuko x fem!reader smau

series masterlist | previous <- 10, yes❤️ -> next

summary: Y/N has no feelings for her best friend’s brother. In fact, she might just be allergic to him with how much she definitely doesn’t like him.

a/n: this is a filler. a shitty filler at that. it’s so obviously a filler it HURTS, but i can explain myself!! okay!! part 10 and 11 were supposed to be just one!!! but it wouldn’t work bc tumblr only allows 10 pics per post!!! so i separated it and let the most important parts to part 11!! HOWEVER, part 11 explains,,,,,,, a lot. part 11 is a lot. i hope you like it!!! sorry for such a bad chapter!!!

1970 | queen (part 1)

Summary: After working at a record store and discovering a record player that can transport you back in time, you find yourself in London of 1970. After scrambling to get back, you realize that something has gone terribly wrong with an infamous band, and you are the only one who can fix it.

Author’s Note: The beginning is very rushed (this whole chapter) only because I have big plans for the next couple of chapters. Please give feedback if you want this series to continue - it’s my first Queen work.

“They always say that time changes things, but actually you have to change them yourself.” - Andy Warhol (1975)

You worked at a record store in an old London strip, sandwiched between an ice cream shop and a children’s boutique. The building had been there for more then fifty years, according to the owner, and anyone who got close enough to look at it could tell. The concrete outside was stained with age, and the paint on the inside was beginning to peel. The man who ran the store knew of these things since you and your co-worker had begun to more frequently make remarks about the damages, but he would only shake his head with a smile and remark, “It makes it more authentic - a little more magical, don’t you think?”

With its dingy carpet floors and flickering sign, you didn’t understand how he could find anything magical about that store. It smelled of old paper and coffee, occasionally hosting the scent of a Bath and Body Works candle if you remembered to bring it. The cases for the vinyls were ridden with dust, and there was always Queen playing from a record player in the back corner of the store. It always played the same album: A Night At The Opera. You didn’t mind, since you had been a fan of Queen since you were little. Growing up, your dad would play it almost 24/7, and you grew to love the band and their music. No one dare change the album, and it’s been rumored that the same record has been playing for years straight; which, you must point out, is highly illogical. No vinyl record could play for that long without becoming damaged and scratched, especially if nobody has tried to take care of it.

It was a rainy Saturday when the owner, Mr. Jay as you called him, decided to stop by. He leaned against the register counter and cleaned his glasses with the handkerchief he kept in his pocket. “How’s everything going?” He asked, smiling. He was a short man with a semi-full figure. He had thick salt and pepper hair that dragged down into stubble along his jaw. He wore jeans, a plain white t-shirt and an olive green bomber jacket that stored a variety of items in its pockets: altoids, kleenex, money, you name it.

“Slow,” You said honestly. You were making your rounds of all the records, checking to be sure they were all in the right place: sorted by date. Your co-worker, Gabriel, let out a breathy laugh and kept scrolling on his phone.

Mr. Jay looked over to him with a sad smile, and then focused back down to his glasses. You began to feel guilty; you knew how much this shop meant to him. Who were you to talk about this man’s possessions like you were? You were a college student in need of a summer job that paid well so you could get your car radio fixed. Before you could speak up to apologize, or atleast end on a happier note, he spoke up, “It always is.”

He lifted his glasses up to the dim light to check for smudges and squinted. Dull thunder rolled in the background as a gentle shower of rain began to fall, hitting the tin roof above and echoing throughout the store. He slipped the clear-rimmed spectacles back on and sighed, strolling towards the isles of records. He dragged his finger tips along the top of them, stopping under the “1960’s” section. He pulled out a Beatles’ album and examined it. “Did you know there’s a conspiracy that Paul McCartney is dead?” He asked. You shook your head and he laughed, “It’s silly, it really is. Many believe that this,” He turned the revord to show the popular Sgt. Pepper’s Lonley Hearts Club Band album cover. “Depicts his funeral. There’s a left handed guitar made of flowers down in the corner, but It really could be a right handed one flipped the other way.” He continued to mumble on about the theory for a few more moments until he stopped and looked up at the two of you, who were both staring at him awkwardly. He slipped the album back into its slot and took a deep breath, “Well I guess it’s my time to leave.”

He took several large strides and picked up his hat and phone off of the counter. “Have a good one,” He called out as he slipped out the door. You both stood silent as you watched him pull out of his parking space and drive out of eyesight. It was always a weird, somewhat sympathetic, feeling after he left. Neither of you didn’t really know what to do. You stood and fiddled with the belt loop on your jeans.

“He’s an odd man,” Gabriel spoke quietly. You nodded. “Gives me weird vibes; like he’s seen way too many things. Did you see the way he spoke about that conspiracy? It was like he was genuinely amused, like he was the one who created it or something.”

“He’s just different,” You said, “I don’t think he means any harm.”

Gabriel shook his head with wide eyes. “I don’t know Y/N. Something isn’t right about that guy. He came in here to do what? Be a spokesman for the “Paul McCarney Is Dead” club?” He shuddered.

You didn’t say anything. Brushing off any questions you had about Mr. Jay, you continued to do your album sweep. By the time you had reached the 1970’s, the song playing from the record player began to skip. You waited a moment for the skip to pass, but it just kept going. Already agitated from the creeping day, you stormed over to the old machine and stared at it for a moment. The spinning Queen logo made you dizzy. The player was covered in dust, and it was clear to you that nobody had touched it for a long while. You blew on it first, and then reached for the tonearm to fix it.

As soon as your fingertips touched the arm, you felt yourself being thrown from the record player. It was as if you were in a plane during takeoff: insane amounts of pressure were building on you, squeezing your body and twisting it in jerking motions. Your head felt as though it would crack and explode in any moment, and you squeezed your eyes tighter than they ever had been before to avoid seeing your insides being blown out. Before you could fully slip out of consciousness, you felt your feet firmly on the ground again. You stood still as your hearing began to come back, keeping your eyes still closed tightly shut. It wasn’t before you heard the commotion of voices that you decided to open them.

You were standing in the same place you had been: next to the record player that was sitting on the wooden stool. Except for this time, the player was brand new, and the music that was playing wasn’t queen; it was “Hey Jude” by The Beatles. You took a few moments to stand there, trying to calm the pounding headache in your head and figure out what in the world had just happened. Maybe I blacked out, you thought, or maybe I’m dead. Is this Heaven? Kind of dissapointing. You shook the thoughts out of your head and tried to stable your shaking body. It took a few moments for you to realize that you weren’t alone, so you slowly turned around and caught your breath. There was atleast thirty people in the record shop, browsing through the albums and talking amongst themselves. You couldn’t hear much since you were standing right next to the speaker, but something wasn’t right. The shop was lively and colorful, and Gabriel was nowhere to be found. Okay, this has to be Heaven, you convinced yourself, Where else would there be this many people in here? This has to be a dream.

A voice pulled you back into reality. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

You jumped and turned to your left to see a girl who looked about your age. Her hair was short and feathered, and she wore a long patterned skirt with a purple blouse. Her teeth were shining white and perfectly straight, and you could tell she wore a thin layer of lip gloss. She resembled Princess Diana when she was alive. “No,” You croaked, “Just looking around.”

“No problem, just let me know if you need anything. My name’s Michelle,” She said as she smiled. She turned to walk away.

“Thanks,” You hesitantly said. Nobody seemed to care that you were there; like you had been there all along. Realizing that you couldn’t stand there and people watch for forever, you took a deep breath and went to walk outside. You needed to figure out what was going on, and where exactly you were.

You wobbled at the first step, and it was more than just uneasy legs. Looking down, you realized you weren’t in your jeans and sweatshirt anymore. You were wearing tight, bell bottomed baby blue pants and a blue ruffled blouse. You wore white boots with a slight heel and quickly realizing something was seriously different, you frantically grabbed for your hair and realized it was long and straight, down below your shoulders. It wasn’t like that before. You were beggining to panic, and rushed out the door as fast as you could. You brushed past employees and young children cradling vinyl records, offering quiet apologizes as you did.

Once you busted through the doors and onto the street, you were taken aback. The streets were full of life. People passed you and offered friendly smiles. The smell of cigarette smoke and burnt rubber filled the air, along with hairspray whenever a girl walked by. Men’s hair was slicked back with gel to resemble Elvis and the women on their arms wore patterned dresses and jumpsuits with their hair up in high ponytails or curled. This definitely wasn’t 2019.

Looking around, you spotted a boy who looked around your age standing by a wooden post. He was fumbling tape on one hand and a small poster in the other, and eventually turned his back to you to apply the poster to the pole. You scurried over to him, still getting used to your shoes, and called out, “Hey!”

He quickly flashed his head around to you and paused what he was doing. He has slightly shaggy blond hair with big blue eyes. Slight bangs were hanging in front of his eyes, but as you got closer he brushed them out of the way. He wore tight pants and Lou Brock Converse, with a long, tan trench coat that was partly buttoned up. “Yes?” He said, lowering his arms.

You eyed the poster in his hands. “Could I have that?” You asked slightly out of breath.

He widened his eyes a little at your question, but gave you a quick look up and down and cautiously handed it to you. “Sure,” He said, biting his lip. “Are you interested in coming?” He asked eagerly.

“Um,” You faltered. Coming to what? You didn’t even know what decade you were in. Quickly scanning the paper, the headline “SMILE - MUSICAL PERFORMANCE” caught your eye. “Yes, actually. I’m new around here, and I was, uh, looking for something to do.”

The blond boy smiled. “Well, I hope we see you there,” He exclaimed. Giving you a smile, he turned and began to walk away. “I play drums, by the way!” He called.

You looked up and laughed a little. He blushed and swiveled around once more, this time not turning back. You immediately looked back down at the paper and searched it for any type of date. The only thing you got was June 2, not any year. Sighing, you slowly began to turn the other way to start heading back. You didn’t look up from the flier in your hand, your mind and heart still rushing from adrenaline, and before you knew it you had run right into somebody. You bounced off of each other quite aggressively, and instant apologies started spewing from both of your mouths. The boy you had ran into reached out for your arm to balance you. “I’m so sorry,” He said.

“No, no, don’t apologize! I wasn’t paying any attention to where I was going,” You admitted, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You both chuckled a little bit and looked down at your shoes. He picked at the ends of his long black hair and gave one last apology before walking away. You took a few steps but turned to watch him. He walked up to the wooden telephone pole and scanned the posters taped to it. He definitely was looking for something.

What was happening to you didn’t feel real; everyone you walked past or bumped into you felt like an illusion, even though you could touch them. It was like you were stepping into a movie. How did you get here? Where even were you? It’s like you were in a different dimension - a different chapter with the same setting.

You blinked a few times to get out of your trance and began looking for a new source to get the date. You would look insane if you asked somebody for the year, and Converse boy’s poster didn’t help very much. Slowly spinning around, a newspaper stand a few yards away seemed to glisten. You quickly made your way over, folding up the band flier in quarters as you did. Grabbing The Times off the stack, you read the headline: “D-Day for Europe as Dutch Vote”. You quickly scanned the small writing for any sort of date and by the grace of the Heavens, the year was finally printed before your eyes.

June 2, 1970.

starks-hero’s Masterlist

Here you can find all of my work! Any and all warnings can be found on the individual fics. Stay for a while, relax and enjoy! :)

* = smut

♡ = over 1k notes

Last Updated: 24/June/2021

BBC Sherlock:

♡ Danger Night’s - Sherlock never really cared what the drugs did to him, until he saw what they were doing to you.

Different - You find out that Sherlock Holmes is rather endearing whilst drunk.

Sentiment - Sherlock says something he regrets. But can you forgive him for it?

I’m Here - After suffering from a panic attack, you’re shocked to see just how far Sherlock is willing to go to assure you’re alright.

Those Three Simple Words - Three times you told Sherlock Holmes you loved him, and that one time he told you he loved you too.

Meet the Parents - During a visit to Baker Street, you finally get to meet Sherlock’s parents. Embarrassment ensues.

In Black and White - Everything is black and white until you share your first touch with your Soulmate. When you brush hands with Sherlock Holmes, you can suddenly see in colour. But it would appear that you do not have the same effect on him. (Soulmate!Au)

The Ghost of You - Reichenbach Au in which Sherlock never survived the fall. But despite being dead, he just can’t seem to leave Baker Street. Or rather, he just can’t seem to leave you.

Just a Reminder - It’s been three years since the fall. But after yet another nightmare, you find yourself in need of some reassurance.

Look the Part - After being invited to a classy ball by Mycroft with no choice but to attend, you have your fair share of reasons as to why you’d rather not go. Luckily, Sherlock knows how to solve the problem.

Deep Water - When a case goes wrong and leaves you in a bad way, guilt begins to get to Sherlock, who’s holding himself accountable.

His Remedy - You are one of the few people that can handle Sherlock when he has had a bad day. In fact, you’re the only one.

His Last Vow - You can’t stop Sherlock from falling apart, but you can certainly help pick up the pieces.

It’s Just a Head Cold - Sherlock may be a brilliant detective, but he’s a bloody awful doctor. 

The Right One - Sherlock’s previous experiences with love left a few cracks. But you’re more than happy to help mend them.

I Took Care Of It - Mycroft is horrified to discover that one of his old insults no longer applies to his little brother.

Safe and Sound - When things take a violent turn for the worst at a crime scene, Sherlock discovers two very important things. One, he can’t live without you. And two, he’s willing to do anything to avoid having to.

Bite the Bullet - One well-aimed bullet puts everything into perspective for Sherlock. 

Darling It’s Cold Outside - A snowstorm falls over London and you’re left trapped at 221B with Sherlock. It doesn’t sound all that bad, but keeping Sherlock entertained poses as a challenge.

Marvel:

Rainy Sunday Mornings are for Talking - You get to enjoy a particularly rainy morning cuddled up with your boyfriend. But you also get to talk to Bucky about something you know has been bothering him for quite some time.

Secret Book Club - Bucky’s got a new book and he just can’t seem to put it down.

♡ I’ve Got You - Bucky’s recovery from his time as the winter soldier was a long road. But the final challenge proves to be the toughest.

♡ Right a Wrong - You, Sam and Bucky get to work repairing Sam’s family boat. Turns out the boat isn’t the only thing in need of fixing. But with help from you and Sam, Bucky figures some stuff out.

Right a Wrong (Part Two) - You help Bucky make amends and things start to look up for the both of you.

I Remember All Of Them - Bucky has a nightmare and it leads to a late night conversation.

We’ll Meet Again - After you are drafted into the war, you struggle to break the news to your boyfriend, Steve. (Pre-Serum!Steve)

We’ll Meet Again (Part Two) - Having been sent to war in Europe and captured by Hydra, you’ve given up all hope of ever seeing Steve again. But little do you know that he’s been doing everything in his power to find you.

Little Talks - The world is desperate for a new Captain America. Amidst all the drama and conflict, you decide to speak with the one person who always stirred you on the right path.

* Let Us Show You - You begin to question your self worth and your place within the relationship. But Steve and Bucky are quick to show you just how much they love you.

I Missed You - After one long and tiresome mission, Steve and Bucky want nothing more than to go home and cuddle up with their girl.

♡ Headcanons - for Loki Falling for a Shy/Quiet Reader.

Music and Mischief - (Headcanons) for Music in Loki and the Reader’s relationship.

True Love - “You’re an asshole, but I love you.” (Song Prompt)

What He Doesn’t Know Won’t Hurt Him - You and Loki had been doing a fairly decent job at keeping your relationship a secret from the other members of the team, specifically your father. But what happens when word finally gets out?

Fire and the Flood - A powerful enemy uses a spell that turns Loki into a brainwashed puppet and a danger to the team. However, you’re willing to do whatever it takes to save him from himself.

Riptide || Masterlist - Loki’s curiosity had always drawn him to the shore, despite his father’s warnings. And when he meets a young woman at the waters edge, he takes a risk that will change everything. (Merman!Loki AU)

♡ What Is and What Should Never Be - Loki is forced to watch both his past and his future and he only realises what he had once it’s gone.

Enjoy the Little Things - Whilst stranded on Lamentis and attempting to reach the ark, the weight of the situation begins to set in on you. Loki decides to comfort you with a little magic.

Good Omens:

Demon’s are Drama Queens - All couples fight. But not all couples are made up of a human and a demon respectively.

Headcanons - for Crowley pining for and finally confessing his love for Angel!Reader

Actors:

Onward and Upward - You accompany Tom to the premiere of his new movie. But no one told you it was going to be so damn emotional.

Headcanons - for dating Zendaya