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Threatening to Care

Pairing(s): Jonathan Byers/Steve Harrington

Summary: A collection of moments of Steve and Jonathan (aggressively) taking care of each other and showing they care for each other.

Warnings: Underage drinking, food/eating issues, anxiety, light angst, hurt/comfort, migraines & headaches, underage drug use (marijuana), suggestive in the last story.

Additional Tags: Aggressive positivity, caring, fluff and humor, queerplatonic Jonathan Byers/Steve Harrington, protective Jonathan Byers, Jonathan Byers and Steve Harrington both need a hug, Jonathan Byers and Steve Harrington are sweethearts, protective Steve Harrington, good sibling Jonathan Byers, Steve Harrington and Jonathan Byers love each other, Jonathan Byers has issues, Jonathan Byers has anxiety, Steve Harrington has migraines, Steve Harrington has head trauma, Steve Harrington is a tease, Jonathan Byers and Steve Harrington are bad at feelings, hard of hearing Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington has vision problems, autistic Jonathan Byers, playful threats, roughhousing, medicinal drug use, mentioned Max Mayfield, Will and Joyce Byers, Dustin Henderson, and Billy Hargrove, background relationships, background polyamory, minor Nancy Wheeler/Robin Buckley, Argyle/Jonathan Byers and Nancy Wheeler/Jonathan Byers, during canon and post-canon, praise kink, play fighting, friendship/love, romantic friendship, friends to lovers, stoner Jonathan Byers, Steve Harrington smokes marijuana.

2.4k words / oneshot

~December, 1984~ Pulling up outside the Byers household, Steve leans over to watch for a sign to come in, even though he doesn't really expect one. When he sees Jonathan quickly make his way down to the car, he straightens himself out and clears his throat, reaching a hand up to pull at his ear in an attempt to lessen the constant ringing noise thats been plaguing him since he woke up to Max driving her step-brother's car, though he knows that its futile, playing it off by scratching at his scalp when Jonathan opens the car door and climbs inside. He says something, but its too muffled to hear clearly, but he does make out "—can't come inside—"

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Capture the Moment

Pairing(s): Argyle/Eden Bingham/Jonathan Byers

Summary: After taking Eden to visit the Lenore college, the three hotbox their dorm and Jonathan gets to take a couple pictures to save the moment.

Warnings: Smut, drug use (marijuana), mildly painful sex, dom/sub.

Additional Tags: Transfeminine Jonathan Byers, they/them pronouns (in text) and he/she/they pronouns (in dialogue) for Jonathan Byers, college, post-canon, Jonathan Byers has a crush on Eden Bingham, established Argyle/Jonathan Byers and Argyle/Eden Bingham, sub Jonathan Byers, switch/bottom Eden Bingham, switch/top Argyle, pervert Jonathan Byers, photography, lewd photography, voyeurism, teasing, Eden Bingham and Argyle are teases, bongs, soft cock, PIV sex, gentle sex, safer sex, clothed sex, threesome, oral sex, blow jobs, HRT, ex-Mormon Eden Bingham, sexual overstimulation, overwhelmed Eden Bingham, praise kink, hand & finger kink, voice kink, size kink, intact penis, Argyle has a big dick, prayer, Argyle speaks Spanish, aftercare, cuddling & snuggling, post-coital cuddling, gentle kissing, french kissing, Argyle is religious/spiritual.

12k words / oneshot

As soon as they get through the threshold of their dorm, Eden is already throwing herself onto what is clearly Argyle’s bed, the mix of crocheted blankets and a patchwork quilt given to him by various family members being evidence enough, with a loud huff. Argyle of course follows shortly after, landing next to her and already picking back up on their previous flirtations, broad hand slipping under the back of her very seasonally-inappropriate sweater, hiking it up slightly with his wrist. And so Jonathan is left to quietly close the door behind him, left trying his best not to repeat the mistake he made in the van, not to stare at where the short skirt Eden had changed into in front of him now rides up, where the black of the fabric of her skirt contrasts with the milk-white skin of her thighs, the smallest peak of what’s underneath— yeah, he’s done looking now, turns his head completely and fights the urge to grab the camera in his bedside, instead he tries to distract himself by adjusting his own clothes.

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Free Birds Sing

Pairing(s): Ruth Fleming/Stephanie Lauter, Ruth Fleming & Stephanie Lauter

Summary: Once Ruth comes back from the local theatre group, stressed and once again yearning for the attention the stage actors seem to get (without any of the anxiety), Steph knows exactly how to help.

Warnings: Suggestive, petplay, bird petplay, owner/pet, light BDSM, BDSM scene, dom/sub, mild hurt/comfort

Additional Tags: Roleplay, established relationship, ambiguous relationships, queerplatonic relationships, non-explicit, intimacy, non-sexual intimacy, pet names, singing, Ruth Fleming needs a hug, autistic Ruth Fleming, stimming, canon divergence AU, slightly aged-up characters, mentioned Richie Lipschitz, they/them pronouns for Ruth Fleming, demigirl Ruth Fleming, everyone lives/nobody dies AU, nonbinary girl Ruth Fleming, Richie Lipschitz is a furry, mentioned Ruth Fleming/Richie Lipschitz, non-sexual submission, non-sexual kink, praise kink, anxiety, friendship/love, queer themes, roommates, roommates/housemates AU, domestic fluff, tooth-rotting fluff

1.7k words / oneshot

With a loud, nasally groan, Ruth dumps their stuff right near the front door of their shared apartment and b-lines for one of their roommates' rooms, hoping one of the nerds are home to share their own misery with. Flopping down on the bed as soon as they’re close enough, Ruth kicks their feet and rolls over, realising that face-planting with headgear probably wasn't the greatest idea, though they’re happy to see that they seem to have landed directly next to the owner of the room (and the apartment itself). "Steeeeppphhh..." Ruth whines and raises their hands up, waving them needily and grumbling at her. "S'up, Ruth? You okay down there?" She giggles and playfully smacks away the hands waving and grabbing in front of her face, putting her phone down to focus on the flailing girl in need next to her.

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Sober Confessions to a Drunk Friend

Pairing(s): Grace Chasity/Stephanie Lauter, Grace Chasity & Stephanie Lauter

Summary: After finding a group of the less devout campers partaking in contraband, Grace takes her chance to use the veil of intoxication like a confession booth.

Warnings: Implied/referenced underage smoking/drug use, marijuana, underage drinking, very light angst

Additional Tags: Nightmare Time 2: Abstinence Camp, love confessions, confessions, foiled confessions, friendship/love, unrequited love, drunkenness, friendship, Grace Chasity needs a hug, Grace Chasity-centric, Grace Chasity is a good friend, Hatchetfield universe, caring, possibly unrequited love, secret crush, crushes, teen crush, camp, summer camp, ambiguous/open ending, comfort no hurt, unreceived confession

967 words / oneshot

When she saw Steph sneak out again, she hoped it was just a late night bathroom break, but after a few minutes of her not returning, Grace found it her duty to find her and assure she hasn’t fallen back into her sinful ways. It didn’t take very long, knowing she’d either be in the bathrooms or somewhere along the outskirts of the camp, and when she checked the girls’ and, extremely hesitantly, listened for her voice outside the boys’ without any sign of her camp buddy, she finally heard hushed whispers and giggles from a little deeper in the woods behind the locker rooms. It was hard to tell but the occasional small, flickering light of flames clued her in to where the noise was coming from: a group of the older teens, all around her age, but all much less determined and devout. The flames were lighters. Though she tried to be quiet, her presence caught Steph’s attention, turning to her with a dopey grin and outstretched arms, a water bottle in hand.

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A Familiar Stranger

Pairing(s): Sir Hop-A-Lot/The Fairy Queen Of Sweet Dreams

Summary: Now given the title of Lord and marsh lands with a keep all for himself, Hop-A-Lot finds himself surprisingly bored with his peaceful surroundings, until one night, when he’s visited by a mysterious, overly familiar faerie.

Warnings: Mildly dubious consent due to disguise, pushiness, mildly suggestive

Additional Tags: Anthropomorphic, Lord Hop-A-Lot, fae & fairies, goddesses, feelings realization, disguise, magical disguise, fae magic, light magic, first kiss, neck kissing, gentle kissing, flustered Sir Hop-A-Lot, swamps & marshes, glamour charms, alterous attraction, inhuman attraction, flirting, accidental flirting, accidental bonding, accidental relationship, tea, fluff and crack, crackship, unexpected visitors, crack treated seriously, interspecies relationship, pansexual Sir Hop-A-Lot, magic, dialogue heavy, Sir Hop-A-Lot Needs a Hug

2.5k words / oneshot

He didn’t resent the lordship his Queen had gifted him with, far from it! The marsh he was given was beautiful, full of gorgeous trees, boggy water perfect to swim in, lily pads for him to leap from — and the home! The keep the masons had built for him was wonderful, enough room to expand but not too much room that it’d feel cold and empty. But there was a loneliness to it, when he wasn’t lingering around the castle, sharing stories with the dwarf and his human companion in taverns, or checking in on Crumb’s experience with his new knighthood, its ever so quiet in his keep. The crickets and croaks of frogs he no longer feels such a kinship with were a comfort, but there’s no one to banter with, to jest and poke fun at.

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Dressed for Temptation

Pairing(s): Girl Jeri/Boy Jerry

Summary: During the off-season of the abstinence camp, Jerry takes Jeri back to town, but the constant distractions of Jeri’s tempting existence force him to pull over as soon as they’re outside the bounds of Witchwood forest, where he knows they’re safe from consequences.

Warnings: Smut, degradation kink, under-negotiated kink, consent play, implied consent, slut shaming, cannibalistic thoughts, virginity/celibacy kink, power play, light fear play, religious/christian imagery & symbolism, light masochism, dom/sub, violent imagery & symbolism

Additional Tags: Car rides, resolved sexual tension, belligerent sexual tension, sexual repression, sexual frustration, sexual loopholes, voice kink, consensual kink, hair-pulling, hair kink, long hair, religious conflict, rough body play, desperation play, groping, french kissing, kissing kink, abstinence, nightmare time 2: abstinence camp, canon-typical belligerent horniness, dominant masochism, coming in pants, prayer, thoughts of marriage, post-coital cuddling, shame, touching, touch-starved, touch aversion, POV limited third-person, POV boy Jerry, author is not christian or religious, lust, dry humping, finger sucking, fingers in mouth, temptation.

3k words / oneshot

The trip back to Hatchet Town was already set out to be difficult, standing near Girl Jeri is bad enough to set his over-active imagination in motion, being trapped in a car with her every year is some kind of divine punishment, but this year, for some god-forsaken reason, she's decided to forgo the modesty of pants or even shorts to instead wear an infuriatingly short dress, one that hugs around her waist and flows from her hips to above her knees, one that reveals her collarbones and frames her throat. It’s like she’s purposefully torturing him, doing everything to tempt him. When she caught him staring, she let her hair down, as if that would do anything but draw his gaze further down, and when she climbed into the passenger seat, he caught a glimpse of her inner thigh that made it feel impossible to focus on driving.

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Buds to Bloom

Pairing(s): Ziggs/Carl Metzger

Summary: After being left behind by his brothers at the border between his father’s land and the land of Perky’s Buds, Carl finds out that the younger worker is much nicer than he was convinced of, more understanding than he expected, and more… handsome?

Warnings: Recreational drug use, marijuana, mild smut, non-graphic smut.

Additional Tags: Rare pairings, disability, Nightmare Time 2: Perky’s Buds, understanding, fluff, acts of kindness, kindness, comfort no hurt, first kiss, gentle kissing, awkward kissing, autism, autism, stimming, awkward conversations, mild/implied angst, fluff and humor, crackships, autistic Ziggs and autistic Carl Metzger, making out, French kiss, kissing kink, mild praise kink, premature ejaculation, coming untouched, coming in pants, crack treated seriously.

3.2k words / oneshot

Wandering through the rows and rows of cannabis, smoking instead of doing whatever work they’re supposed to be doing, Ziggs hears laughter at the edge of the farm, the obnoxious kind that makes them roll their eyes. With a deep inhale of their company-supplied joint, Ziggy ventures through the premium crop to the source of the noise interrupting their high stroll. Before they even make it to the laughter, the sound of a loud truck pulling out disrupts the noise, but there’s still a familiar giggle that, if the truck noise didn’t, gives away who the interruptions are coming from. "God damn republicans man…" Sighing out loudly and dramatically, Ziggs finally makes it to the border of the property, furrowing slightly when their planned arguments to get the Metzgers to go back home go out of the window when they don’t see the triad of obnoxious rednecks, instead it’s just one, the youngest one — seemingly about their own age — with his back to them, facing the dust trail the truck has left behind. Stepping a little closer, though cautiously, Ziggs speaks up to get his attention, "Hey, man, you okay there?"

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Good Reviews get Rewarded (with Kisses and Booze!)

Pairing(s): The Narrator/Ragweed Rockhammer

Summary: After finishing another of his tales, the narrator asks for a review from his favourite woodblock player and critic.

Warnings: N/A

Additional Tags: Cheek kisses, dwarf/human relationship, stubborn dwarves, husbands, old married couple, older man/younger man, storytelling husbands, idiots in love, romantic fluff, short one shot, ficlet, bars and pubs, interspecies romance, beards/facial hair, flamboyance, height differences, opposites attract, short and sweet

317 words / oneshot

With the final flare of his story’s end, our storyteller slaps his book closed and takes his bow for his audience of Bog’s Hollow residents and pub-goers before spinning around, turning to the mountain dwarf as he finally hits his woodblock. "So, Master dwarf?" His voice is just as smooth and soothing as it is when he narrates, sliding over to the small table his husband sits at, hopping up and dropping his book into his own lap.

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Hungry for More…

Pairing(s): Grace Chasity/Nibblenephim

Summary: Though Grace’s mission is to end lust, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t still deal with her own sins of lust, though now instead of trying to pray them away, she now asks the Lords in Black for help, this night it’s Nibbly that answers her call for help.

Warnings: Smut, monsterfucking, power dynamics, power imbalance, religion kink, mild religious imagery/symbolism, under-negotiated kink.

Additional Tags: Post-Nerdy Prudes Must Die, The Lords in Black , The Black Book, bisexual Grace Chasity, corruption, sexual frustration, lesbian sex, tongues, shapeshifting, sexual repression, oral sex, cunnilingus, oral fixation, sloppy makeouts, making out, rough kissing, french kissing, post-canon, Grace Chasity has a crush on Max Jägerman and Stephanie Lauter, minor Grace Chasity/Stephanie Lauter, mentioned Stephanie Lauter and Max Jägerman, prayer, mouth/tongue kink, praise kink

2k words / oneshot

Laying in her bed, staring up at her ceiling unblinkingly, Grace sighs out heavily and slaps her hands down on her blanket in defeat, groaning and rolling around in her bed as she tries to fight through the thoughts that have been tormenting her all day. It was more easily ignored before, when it was just the occasional wondering thought or daydream of Max Jägerman, or Stephanie, thoughts that were much easier to shove down when she was less aware of the pleasure that could come with them. Before it was just a perverse admiration, just images of the object of her desire’s chest or arms or thighs. Now, it’s all much more vivid, much more distracting. What was originally surface level lust about revealed skin now tinged with experience, glimpses of the footballer’s arms now come with thought of how they’d feel around her waist or throat, the sight of Stephanie’s low-cut and cropped shirts now feeding into fantasies of taking them off, being held against her chest and marking skin, the peeks of under cheerleader’s skirts just filling her head with ideas of being held there, between strong thighs.

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This is the worst timeline. (x)

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Horse Riding at Dawn

Pairing(s): Alice Cullen/Jasper Hale/Bella Swan, Edward Cullen & Bella Swan

Summary: After a vision from Alice, her and Jasper take Bella to fulfil a childhood dream.

Warnings: Implied/referenced sex, dom/sub undertones.

Additional Tags: Post-canon, vampire Bella Swan, bisexual Bella Swan, cowboy Jasper Hale, horses, horseback riding, horse girl Bella Swan, vampire powers, visions, light theft, forehead kisses, neck kissing, gentle kissing, tooth-rotting fluff, flirting, mates, soulmates, vampire mates, implied autistic characters.

3.9k words / oneshot

Resting together in their room, essentially curling around one another, Jasper feels Alice trail off her nuzzling, the characteristic stillness paired with the light sensation of her lashes fluttering against his throat definitely clues him in. Lifting the hand he’d been petting over her waist with to instead run through her hair, ready to ease her out of her vision. When it does seem to end, with an unnecessary deep breath and the resuming of her nuzzles, a bright joy and excitement quickly fills his chest, a feeling not his own, but nonetheless familiar.

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hehehehehehe *injects my headcanons into this fics veins*

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I like writing Jasper’s powers and trying to find the balance of his accent being both southern and proper

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plot twist, it was both!

Is it writers block or have I lost the hyperfixation? I cannot tell

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At some point, Jasper started subconsiously sharing mild tastes of his feelings with Alice

At first it was just whenever he'd become nonverbal or didn't feel like he couldnt articulate his feelings, he'd just stare at her and give her just enough of his own feelings to get her to understand without affecting her negatively, but after they joined the Cullens, and the more they were around humans, it basically became second nature until he just started doing it subconsciously, all the time

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Is it writers block or have I lost the hyperfixation? I cannot tell