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up front.

steve harrington x reader

one-shot | word count tbd fandom | stranger things category | 18+ MDNI, slightly angsty smut, big party, switch!steve, switch!reader, afab!reader, takes place between S2 and S3

summary: one last hoorah before graduation and while every girl is pawing to get with steve after his recent break up with nancy, you just want to spend one night with him. based on one thing by lola young

coming soon!

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simplicity.

steve harrington x henderson! reader

drabble | 650 words fandom | stranger things category | fluff, mutual pining, gender-neutral terms

summary: another night passes in your typical routine of steve driving you home, but you don't want the drive to stop

Steve was being nice.

He was always nice.

Always made sure that you were safe.

It wasn't forced. In fact, the gestures were always surprisingly natural. He'd call just to say hello if he hadn't seen you in a couple of days, or if Robin or Dustin mentioned that you were feeling under the weather. If he knew you were home with Dustin, he'd make sure to pick up a cold cherry cola for you. He would offer to pick you up or drop you off because he knew you didn't have a license and hated biking around Hawkins. That's how you ended up here now.

Robin and Vickie had invited you to go see Top Gun with them. When you visited Family Video the next day to return some tapes, you mentioned going out with Robin to Steve. Which resulted in him admitting that he was also going and that he would pick you up an hour before the movie was set to start. With Steve, you never had to ask - it was his natural instinct to take care of his friends. To take care of you.

The movie was good - everyone in the quartet was laughing and generally enjoying themselves. But now on the car ride back to the Henderson residence, the laughter had died down, replaced with the purr of the engine and soft underscoring of the Tears for Fears cassette Steve put on.

It was simple... comfortable...

And it was only natural when Steve propped his arm on the center console, his pinky slightly outstretched. You couldn't explain it, but your body easily followed his cue. You leaned in closer, wrapping your pinky around his. Nothing needed to be said, because you both understood the silent language conveyed in each other's gaze and movements.

And as Steve begins to pull up to your familiar street, your heartbeat quickens. In a few short moments, you'll be back in your bedroom with Steve heading back to his house. Another night will have passed, another opportunity to finally say the unsaid words between the two of you. The hidden words between each phone call or the subtle remarks made by a single, longing glance.

Suddenly, your chest tightens, and the tension in the car rises. You have to say something. You need to say something.

As your mailbox and then your driveway come into view, it's time. Clearing your throat and taking a deep breath, you simply start talking.

"I just want to say that I appreciate you picking me up and taking me home," You glance over at him, seeing how his brown eyes cut over to you and back to the road.

He just nods, his pinky unconsciously tightening around yours, "Of course."

You nod before continuing, "It doesn't go unnoticed. I... I'm sure that between Dustin and me, we owe you more than a couple of bucks in gas money."

It's quiet for a moment as you finally arrive at your driveway. He pulls his hand away from yours, placing both hands on the steering wheel.

A beat later and he finally speaks up again, "Well, 'm sure you could repay me by letting me take you out on a date this weekend. How does a little mini golf over in Parker County sound?"

An easy smile spread across your face at his proposal, and you could only nod at first before muttering a quiet response, "I'd like that."

Then he flashes you a boyish grin that ramps up more butterflies than usual. His entire expression is soft. It's in this quiet moment with his car parked in your driveway that you recall every little step that led you here. Despite all the shit things that I happened in the past three yours, despite the craziness that has infected your lives, you can still bask in this moment of love and simplicity between two people in love.

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|| a/n: thank you for reading! just had this thought about steve and figured I would share some fluffy thought! i'd really like to get into writing more consistently again, so I'm gonna keep warming myself back up with these littles drabbles. feel free to send any thoughts my way!

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Djo heads we are so back!!!!!

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born to marry him, forced to read fanfics about him

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aemond targaryen council meetings s2

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“he’s so babygirl”

babe he just killed somebody.

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As an avid book and show HOTD Aemond Targaryen stan, I curated a playlist of songs I believe that he would *actually* listen to on a regular basis. Some of the Aemond playlists on Spotify have felt a little idealistic rather than fully realistic as to what Aemond might listen to in our modern world. Please enjoy this selection that I regularly update and tailor :)

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Aemond: even at my worst?

Y/n: Even at your worst

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Lord Brynden Rivers aka Bloodraven in HOUSE OF THE DRAGON Season 2 Episode 8 - The Queen Who Ever Was

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mood, because the HOTD season 2 finale was a 70 minute long trailer for season 3

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“you better not be drinking and getting pregnant behind my back”

ma’am, I read fanfics on tumblr to fall asleep

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Ewan: I’m not that Targaryen coded

*Literally him pulling the most modern Aemond Targaryen coded style and look ever*

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Happy MAMMA MIA! day to those who celebrate

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a presentation

word count: 750 summary: finding aemond admiring the throne once more, you tell him of your wish to simply be his wife again a/n: just a quick drabble to get some writing going again. not proofread. this is based off the song the greatest by billie eilish

All my love and patience Unappreciated You said your heart was jaded You couldn't even break it

The mass of swords welded together to form the Iron Throne loomed over the Throne Room. Its' magnificence was equally spectacular yet terrifying. An item that represented unity and obedience melded together by fire and death.

It was a seat many had craved over time. Yet she saw the jagged edges that had nicked King Viserys, then Aegon... and soon Aemond would be subjected to it. She had dreamed of it only nights prior.

Her husband ascends the Throne before a mass of nobles and common folk alike. A wolfish smile invades the faces of those surrounding them. Yet when he took his seat with the Conqueror's crown high on his silken hair, an undulled sword from the arm of the chair would slice his palm open. The princess had felt it an omen, an even darker one after Meleys had been carted through the street. The dream was the only thing to replay in her mind as she approached where Aemond now stood. His eyes flickered our the steel of swords stuck together permanently. She always sensed his hunger for power and prayed that his thirst did not come at the cost of blood or their marriage. But the gods paid little favor to them. "It is late," She called out to him, "We should be sleeping." Aemond hummed, acknowledging her comment. He cocked his head to the side, not quite looking at her as his eye remained fixated on the Throne, "We shall be standing up there tomorrow."

The princess swallowed, only to take another step forward as she responded, "You. You will be up there tomorrow. I will be perched next to your mother or Helaena. Either hearing prayers for Aegon's ailments or your ascension." A small, playful smirk painted his lips, "I'm sure I could order a seat to be placed near my feet. So that I may present to the court all my prizes: the Throne, the Crown, the perfect Wife."

Her lips tugged downward, disgust lining her stomach, "Will you dress me and braid my hair too? Paint my face to make my skill look porcelain?"

The Prince Regent finally turned to face her, "Do not use such a tone with me, wife. You have nothing to complain about as I have built you a perfect life." The air between them went stagnant as her eyes remained fixed on them. You face betrayed nothing of what you felt which shocked your husband. He had always been able to read you so plainly, it was something he even enjoyed in your relationship.

"A perfect life?" The princess repeated her words, "Will you put me in a glass display and title it 'A Perfect Life?'?

Aemond's jaw tightened and he took a great step toward her, "I have proven myself to be the greatest Targaryen since Maegor himself and yet you look at me like a villain. This will make people see. This will make people fear me and regret their spineless actions. Now they have no choice but to love and respect their new King."

"And yet I did all of that when you were just Aemond," She barked back at him, her own hurt and anger slipping through, "I respected you, I listened to you, I loved you... for just being a prince- no, just being a boy." "Wife, I-" He attempted to interject.

"I am not finished," The princess stopped him, "I have played the part of your wife, perfectly. I provided you with love, comfort, hospitality, my spirit, my body. I never asked for you to give more of yourself than you could because I knew what a fragile heart you keep locked away. But I am not some pet or doll to be displayed as another prize of your ambition. I am your wife, and you could at least let me enjoy that duty. I only ever wanted to show you love."

At her speech, Aemond had fallen silent. His hands rested behind hs back, silently fidgeting with his leather cuffs. All was still.

"It is late," Aemond finally spoke, "You should get some rest. I will join you in our chambers when I have wrapped up my duties for the evening."

"Very well," The princess swallowed back her pain, once more feeling powerless. She turned on her heels and exited.

I shouldn't have to say it You could've been the greatest

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he’s serving modern!aemond targaryen

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Ewan Mitchell (X)