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skyfall8600 · 4 months

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Here’s to 2024 being a better year!!

So after battling Pneumonia for the last 3 weeks I'm still not clear no energy brain is like a bloody seive and feel like poop .

So before I forget as I won't be on her much for the next week or so here's wishing you all a merry Christmas and an amazing 2024 and for all the writers that have made this year bloody amazing I can only name a few so @skyfall8600 @harrywavycurly @ghost-proofbaby @pinkrelish and any others I've forgotten love you all , from Myself , Paul and our tribe

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skyfall8600 · 5 months

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all fanfiction is funnier and sexier and vastly better-written when you read it at three in the morning, in the dark, lying on your side, tucked into bed, with screen rotate turned off. that’s just how it works. that’s just facts.

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skyfall8600 · 5 months

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if they’re allowed to keep republishing the same booktok romances with different coloured clipart then everybody should be allowed to do magic school without being compared to h*rry p*tter. actually i think every queer writer should write magic school at least once just out of spite. take her out by numbers alone

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skyfall8600 · 5 months

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Omfggg lost boys fanfic??? I think yes!

IS THERE LIGHT WHERE YOU’RE AT YET?

THE LOST BOYS X GN!READER

WARNING(S): cursing, talks of being turned, reader is one of them (though they’re not really….for it), the boys are mentioned but it’s mainly Dwayne in here for this. NOT PROOFREAD.

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You were seated at the ledge, the one that overlooked the body of water. Your legs were pulled into your chest, chin resting on top of your knees for the support, as you stared out.

It'd become a repetitive thing of yours- with only a few hours left before the light came through; of just sitting there and remembering what it felt like to not have to worry about the upcoming results if you were to stay there when the sun showed. It made you rethink about all the times you complained about how it was always in your face, because as of now, it was the one thing you really wanted to feel again.

It was still something to get used to with being turned just a few weeks ago. And it’s not like you had asked for it, they took it upon themselves to decide that for you.

You remembered the first initial feeling, the way your body felt and how your eyes seemed to pan over your surroundings- even managing to take in the looks of the four boys when you woke. Though that feeling had only been just a mere thing in comparison to what you felt when you first smelt and heard the liquid that coursed through the bodies that surrounded you later that day. But knowing you’d have to kill someone for it wasn’t in your sights, and it was something that one of them hadn’t taken too lightly to.

You had managed to keep yourself together for a while, holding out on the fulfillment for days until you finally broke. You remember shaking as you washed yourself that day, profusely wiping your hands and face until you couldn't feel the remnants any more. And all while they watched, satisfied by your coming. Now, it’d become nothing short of a manner.

The sound of footsteps had pulled you from your thoughts, even with how he seemed to try to keep them unexpected; your heightened senses wouldn’t allow it though. You heard everything now.

Your head turned to look over your shoulder, but even before that, you knew who it was. His distinct steps and the way he carried himself was enough to go by. Your head turned back to look at the view again, curling into yourself more if it were possible.

Dwayne stood just a few feet from you, not a word to be said yet. Which wasn’t uncommon, out of all of them, he was the one who said the least. The boy had barely spoken but a few words ever since you came along, and while you thought initially it was because he didn’t like you, it was later on that you learned it was just the way he was.

“I’ve still got time before the sun comes up.” You said, knowing that’s probably why he was here.

He had kept his distance, still keeping himself a few feet away. It was something you picked up on a while ago- out of all of them- he was the one, who was the closest, to being somewhat understanding. To being decent.

It’s probably why you spoke more to him even if there was never something in return.

“S’not why I’m out here....” And although it was said under breath, you swear that boy has to speak up sometimes, it was still heard.

“Is it not?” You pushed, turning yourself to look at him, now seeing him take to the spot next to you. Why else would he be out there? Other than telling you the time, if not to make sure you were still there and not off somewhere else you weren’t supposed to be. Which were most likely the thoughts you’d be hearing from-

“David asked s’all.”

Speaking of.

You went tense at the name. Never liking where anything went as long as that name was involved.

“David asked?” Your brow lifted upon his words, not at all buying what he was saying or was going to say.

If there was anything you knew about David, it was that he never asked. Ever. You were more than sure the boy wouldn’t use manners if they hit him in the face, repeatedly.

Dwayne’s mouth stretched up ever so slightly, because he knew how his brother was and he knew you were right, David didn’t ask. He told.

“He just had to be sure you were still here.” Dwayne said lowly.

“He can hear me can’t he?” You gesture outwardly. “I mean, he’s always telling me and saying he’s got his eyes on me- unless he was just talking out of his—”

“Like you said, he can hear you.” Dwayne butted in before you could finish, knowing full well where it was going. And as much as he would’ve liked to hear you go on because boy, he would’ve— it’s better to not cause any more shift between you and the platinum blonde, who seated inside listening to your guy’s very conversation.

You sighed through your nose, closing your current thoughts and going back to look at the view.

You weren’t sure what made you ask him, maybe because he was sitting there or because out of all the boys, he was the one who would probably get it, but the words were falling from your lips before you could process them.

“Is it something you still remember?” You ask, as you kept your eyes on the water.

Dwayne turned to look at you, knowing full well what you were referring to. And rather than it being because you guys were all one now, it was because he often thought about it too. At least more now ever since you came along; watching you from the cave opening as you sat out here.

“No, not really.” He said staring back out at where the sun would be coming up from. It’d been so long since he felt the light of it, but he wouldn’t go back no matter how much he thought about the feeling.

You nodded, understanding that compared to you, Dwayne had been like this for a long time. Where you were just turned weeks ago, he was turned years and years back.

“Sometimes I just-” you let the words stop there, your hands extending up in gesture as if you were to reach for it.

Dwayne sighed, knowing what you meant. He’d seen you far to many times get up to watch where the sun would hit inside the cave. While the others were off to get some sleep, you were standing by waiting for the light.

Dwayne had seen you reach for it one too many of those times. And if it hadn’t been for you knowing he was there watching, you would’ve stepped right into it.

“I know.” Were the only words he spoke before he was getting up to head back inside. “I’ll let him know you’re coming.”

You nodded, taking what time you had left before you had to follow. And with one more look, you got up yourself….

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#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys x gn!reader #tlb #thelost boys david #the lost boys paul #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys marko

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skyfall8600 · 5 months

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I have made a great mistake. I’ve naturally spiralled back into my hunger games phase, and have been reading non stop fanfics of Peeta/Katniss. To the point where I’m on page 230 on Ao3.

Now you might be wondering why is this bad?

I decided to re-read the books and now my brain can’t remember what was in the fanfics and what was in the actual book 😭😂

#reader fail #fanfic #hunger games #peeta mellark #peeniss #katniss everdeen

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skyfall8600 · 5 months

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Killer Queen

Chapter 3: Blood-stained

Series Masterlist

Warnings: murder, g on g making out, poison, needles, mentions of abuse

“She’s a motherfucking killer queen, a psychopath at 17

A beauty in a blood-stained dress

She’ll fill your heart with kerosene

And light you up ‘till you can’t breathe

If you cross her path you just might end up dead”

She looked down at her list, two names already crossed off, and she debated who would be unfortunate enough to be next. Of course, the decision came naturally once she was back at school, pretending to be shaken and crying over Justin on Chelsea’s shoulder.

The girl’s cheerleading uniform was somehow fresh and untainted with sweat despite just finishing cheer practice. Apparently girls like Chelsea, who are always perfect and put together, would rather be caught dead than be in a sweaty uniform. Her daddy made enough that buying another uniform…. Perhaps even enough to wear multiple everyday of the week.

“Oh honey, I know it’s so hard— Justin was so hot and I can’t believe he’s gone!” Chelsea whispered into Y/n’s ear.

“I don’t know what he was doing in that house, he was suppose to meet me in the park so we could… you know.”

Chelsea‘s body stiffened slightly and Y/n knew that the little blonde cheerleader was blushing. Just like how she was on that dreadful night, overhearing what the boys had planned and did nothing to stop them.

There was a reason why Chelsea was so high up in the list; and it had a lot more to do with than her actions on that night. No. Chelsea Van Martin was an upright hypocrite bitch.

The rumour started back in grade school for a young Chelsea Van Martin…. Secret lesbian in hiding. Y/n didn’t have anything wrong with that, queer, gay, straight—as long as you were a decent human you were in a good books. But Chelsea was anything but good.

Chelsea’s torment of other students may have been a way to suppress her own confusion with her feelings, but her specific target of other girls who were different or liked the same sex as brutal.

“I’m sure there’s another boy that can tickle your fancy—“ Chelsea tried to say, playing it off in some weird attempt to cheer Y/n up.

“Urgh— that’s the thing. It’s always boy after boy and it’s like I’m never…. They never… god Chi-Chi, I can’t explain it.”

Chelsea nodded, “If it helps, I know how you feel. God, the amount of boys I’ve had to fake it for.”

The two girls erupted in soft giggles between, almost the perfect opportunity for Y/n to make her move.

The plan was simple, befriend Chelsea, make her question herself and slowly break her down. There at her lowest point, the little cheerleader would give her final bow.

Sifting her eyes, Y/n moved her hands to slide against Chelsea’s wrists. She saw the blonde inhale deeply, her eyes now shifting to look around them all alone under the bleachers.

“You shouldn’t have to fake it. You should find something you understands you, who’ll make you feel every pleasure possible… almost like your heart might explode on itself.” Y/n spoke gently, bringing one hand to rest on Chelsea’s now fast beating heart. “Exactly like that.”

The girl remained speechless but didn’t protest any movements.

“Plus, I doubt faking it sounds as hot as the real thing. Imagine the uncontrollable breaths coming from your mouth—“

“Stop it.” She snipped quickly but again didn’t move.

“I’ve seen how you look at me Chi-chi, where your eyes wonder and a blush creeps on.” She whispers closer to her ear now, their faces only inches apart. “I couldn’t have gone through shit without you…. We’ll just be too friends finding comfort in each other.”

“Just friends— I’m not a— a—“

“Neither am I.” Y/n reassure her, “But we both have something in common.”

“Like what?”

“Boys can’t satisfy us, and here we are so desperate for release we have to turn to a friend.”

Their lips almost brush over each other. “No one can find out—“

“Oh I know, I’m counting on no one ever finding out we were here. Under the bleachers. Together.”

And with that final word, Y/n was almost taken aback by how fiercely Chelsea crashed her lips into her. The longer they stayed in that position, the more demanding and reckless Chelsea became. Her hands gripping her body so tightly, Y/n was sure she’d have bruises along her body.

She couldn’t deny that it was probably the most intense and passionate make out of her life, but Y/n had a task to complete.

The filled syringe she had stashed in her back pocket was now in her hand. The GHB drug inside would provide Chelsea with a brief sense of confidence and relaxation before drowsing off in silent agony. The dosage high enough to ensure her imploded within minutes.

Y/n moved her mouth to nip along Chelsea’s neck. The girl to breathless to really know the differences between teeth nipping at her skin and the sharp pinch of a needle.

Mere minutes later, when Chelsea was all but rubbing her most private part on Y/n’s thigh. She muffled Chelsea’s burning screams with her mouth and felt as her body overheated.

The thud of her body hitting the ground was accompanied but a crack coming from her left shoulder.

Y/ n stood there for a moment, wiping her mouth and spitting on the girls dead body. Catching her breath slowly she wrote a note, mimicking Chelsea’s handwriting as best as possible.

‘Only death gives me peace over what I have done. Ashamed of my attraction to females and more repulsed by my actions to other girls like me’

She placed the note scrunched up in the dead girls hand and made her way back to the trailer park. She wanted to feel bad, to feel anything other than rage but she couldn’t. She knew how Chelsea treated any person who was different, her previous self included. The worst she could recall was the use of small tweezers against Georgia Wilson’s stitches the one year she fell while riding her bike. Chelsea laughed and claimed that since Georgia was a lesbian she should’ve loved that Chelsea have her another slit to use.

It was repulsive… it was idiotic.

A beeping car horn behind her, tires screeching.

“What the fuck! Look where your driving you stupid—“

“Are you okay?” A male voice cut off her screaming. That voice—It caught her off guard but when an opportunity prevented itself she knew better than to not take it.

“So do you normally try to run over girls, Harrington?”

“Harri— you again.” He turned the engine off and forced himself to move as quick a as possible.

“Yeah. Me again, you know I’m starting to think you have a thing for trying to knock me over.”

Keep it playful.

His smile was sweet and almost made her forget everything. Almost.

“Scouts honour— I had no intention of running you over.” He joked, saluting two fingers to his head. “Besides, it’s a bit late for a pretty girl to be walking around the streets alone.”

She tried hard to not let his bad attempt at flirting affect her, however the blush creeping along her cheeks.

“Bold of you to assume I can’t take care of myself Harrington.”

His eyes widened ever so slightly but his smile remained.

“Of course, I apologise— however what sort of gentleman would I be if I didn’t at least offer to drive you home?”

“Especially after almost hitting me—“

“I did no such thing!” He laughed so dramatically, “Come on, won’t be my first stop of the night. Sit up in the front and ignore the sleeping brats in the back.”

She cocked her head to the side. Suddenly unsure of herself and the situation.

“Oh, I promised Dustin and Max I’d drive them home from the Wheeler’s house. Don’t exactly want them riding their bikes this late.”

She nodded and was surprised that her body moved without instruction to take his offer. “Thanks I guess, I um… live in the trailer park with Mac so at least it’s not adding to your trip.”

She saw no judgement in his eyes, no disgust or rejection. He just continued to smile and hummed to himself when he sat behind the wheel, keeping the radio music down to a soft buzz as to not disturb the sleeping children in the back.

Perhaps this Steve was different to the one she remembered…

Her thoughts were cut short when Steve coughed out embarrassingly, “I actually didn’t catch your name…”

Her own smile vanished. “Y/n.” Was all she told him. And that was all he needed to know; if he couldn’t remember who she was prior to the change then perhaps he was no different than before.

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Hi everyone! It’s been a while….. but I’ve got my passion and time back. If you’d like to be removed from tagging fully understandable. It’s been almost a full year….

Taglist: @loving-and-dreaming @sweetsweetjellybean @azaleapeachberry @cutiecusp @sheisjoeschateau @tinydonkeysforlife @ghosttownwherenoonegoes @gothvamp1973 @taeddybearkim @whoreforhowl

#fanfiction #munson!reader #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x reader #reader is a bad bitch #revenge era

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skyfall8600 · 5 months

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Part 3 out now

Killer Queen Series Masterlist

Summary: One Munson was sick of how the town of Hawkins treated her and her brother. And so she plans her revenge in the most brutal way possible; after all, she’ll do anything to have that prom Queen crown. Even murder.

Pair: Steve Harrington x Munson!reader

Warnings: violence, murder, bullying, low-key horror, romance

Chapter list:

There lived this girl

Without A Trace

Blood stained

Coming soon

Inspired by the song “Killer Queen” by Mad Tsai

Series playlist

Part 1

Part 2

#steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x reader #munson!reader #stranger things #murder #slasher au #eddie munson

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skyfall8600 · 5 months

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Killer Queen

Chapter 3: Blood-stained

Series Masterlist

Warnings: murder, g on g making out, poison, needles, mentions of abuse

“She’s a motherfucking killer queen, a psychopath at 17

A beauty in a blood-stained dress

She’ll fill your heart with kerosene

And light you up ‘till you can’t breathe

If you cross her path you just might end up dead”

She looked down at her list, two names already crossed off, and she debated who would be unfortunate enough to be next. Of course, the decision came naturally once she was back at school, pretending to be shaken and crying over Justin on Chelsea’s shoulder.

The girl’s cheerleading uniform was somehow fresh and untainted with sweat despite just finishing cheer practice. Apparently girls like Chelsea, who are always perfect and put together, would rather be caught dead than be in a sweaty uniform. Her daddy made enough that buying another uniform…. Perhaps even enough to wear multiple everyday of the week was like nothing to them.