#extra long bc it took so long 💛💛

[honeysuckleharringtons]

any chance you could do Counselors' Lounge for steve please? 🫶🏼💫

hi, love!! i am so so sorry this took so long to get out, work stuff happened and mental health stuff happened but i hope this was worth the wait! it's also not technically workplace but they are working at a summer camp, but if you wanted something else, feel free to leave another ask and i write a new one hehe 🫶🏻💛

"Take Me To The Lake" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: In which Steve's last summer at his childhood summer camp becomes his favorite summer ever.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,048 (she got a lil wordy oops)

Content Warning: reader and steve are implied to be around 18/19, sexual humor and fade to black smut bc steve is a hoe, light mentions of food, mostly fluff but a lil angsty at times, possibly bad descriptions of volleyball bc it's been a minute since i played, reader from ohio lol, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: yeah i did name it after a taylor lyric, what about it??

Originally Written: 07/07/2024 through 0718/2024

Beta Read By: @writer-in-theory 🫶🏻❤️

masterlist | summer celebration

“You're going down!” Steve shouted from his side of the sandy volleyball court, hands on his hips to further prove his point.

You simply shook your head. “You wish, pretty boy!” It looked a whole lot like he mouthed something to the effect of ‘Yeah, I do,’ but a children's summer camp wasn't exactly the place to unpack that.

Camp Clearwater was probably your favorite place on Earth, and it was the one place on Earth where you were guaranteed a month of wonderful bliss with your favorite person ever. To say it was your favorite month of all twelve in a year was probably a little biased, but when you were getting to see the one person on the planet you adored more than anyone else, it was hard not to pick favorites.

Steve Harrington had started out just like any other camper in your eyes: for one, your rival, considering you were never on the same team at camp due to gender differences; not to mention, he was someone you only saw that one time of year. But, thanks to raging hormones at the wonderful age of thirteen, a chance game of “spin the bottle” after dark had brought the two of you together and you'd been inseparable ever since. Sure, you were pretty much only guaranteed the month of July together, but after that fateful first kiss, you called each other every night and all but forced your parents to drive you to the other's city every now and again for a date or two.

“Alright, when the whistle blows, the Ladybugs will serve,” the announcer practically yelled through the bullhorn. Your bones rattled with the volume of her shout, but it only added to the excitement coursing through you.

The whistle blew, the ball went up, and Kimmy smacked it right into the back corner of the court. Was it cheating for you to pick your two best players for the championship set? Maybe, but with Kimmy's precise serves and Megan's ability to keep the ball in the air no matter how many times she had to dive or slide, it would feel wrong for anyone else to be on that court.

The girls met in the middle of the court for a high five, clearly proud of the serve. Cheering them on from the sidelines, you yelled, “Good job with the ace, girls!”

The ball went up again, this time a lighter serve that barely made it over the net, taking out the setter of Steve's team. Still, they managed to keep the ball up, even with the weaker of their players being the one to spike the ball back over to your side of the court. It went back and forth a few times, eventually ending when Kimmy's block went out of bounds.

Steve had definitely brought his A Game when training the two boys on his team, seeing as most of the round, both your team and his were neck and neck on points. Before you knew it, the score was twenty-three to twenty-three, and either team needed only two more points to win.

In hindsight, maybe it wasn't the best decision to coach against your boyfriend. Sure, healthy competition was always a good thing in relationships, but it was Steve's last year as a counselor, and you'd hate for him to walk away sad. Although, from the crease forming between his brows, you could tell that he was more stressed than anything right now.

“Come on, guys, you got this!” he shouted from his side of the court, hands clapping loudly in excitement. You couldn't resist doing the same, turning to your own team and cheering them on.

The next point went to the Ladybugs when Megan surprised them with a tip that fell right over the net, giving the guys' team basically no time to bounce back. You were one point away, and the thought of winning the championship—even if it was only just at some summer camp—made your heart rattle inside your rib cage.

Then, the Beetles took the next point with a shocking service ace, keeping their team and the game alive.

Two more points and again, it was anyone's game. Your heart pounded and your hands shook at the exhilaration and thrill that this game was giving you.

The ball went back and forth, back and forth, until you'd forgotten you were a coach, not a spectator. You were just as entranced by the ball as the parents watching from the bleachers were, and you didn't even realize what had happened until all the girls on your team came flooding over to you, all squeals and cheers.

“We did it!” one girl, Britt, screamed as she jumped up and down. Another squealed, apparently incapable of forming words. Megan and Kimmy were all smiles as they did the handshake all the girls in your cabin had started doing toward the beginning of the month.

You couldn't help but be proud of your girls, not just Kimmy and Megan, but each of the girls on your team that had fought for this year's trophy. In a sense, it was your last trophy, since you'd now graduated high school and wouldn't be playing in college. Though, you definitely were coming back to Camp Clearwater every summer you could.

After your celebratory dinner in the dining hall and the most bittersweet of goodbyes as you sent all your new friends back home to their parents, you couldn't help but search for your ‘rival’ coach to see how he was handling things.

You found him back in his cabin, alone since all the campers had already been sent home. Walls that were usually filled with posters of baseball players and favorite movies were now bare, beds that normally housed pre-teens were now vacant, and the boy who usually wore a smile was now sporting a frown, one that displayed what looked like sadness and homesickness.

“Cheer up, pretty boy,” you said, catching his attention, his eyes darting up to meet your figure where you stood in the doorway. “You've always known I'm better than you at volleyball.”

He snickered, his frown slightly disappearing. “You wish.”

You stepped closer to him, shutting the cabin's front door lightly behind yourself. “What was that you mouthed at me today? Yeah, I do?”

Steve rolled his eyes, though his expression displayed joy at your words. “Thought you might not have caught that.”

Your hands met his hair, swiping through the brown strands delicately. “I'm a better lip reader than you thought, Harrington.”

“Yeah, that's not your only specialty with lips though, is it?”

A scoff escaped your lips. “Is that all you think about?”

“Sometimes,” he said, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. “But mostly I just think about how pretty you are and how lucky I am.”

A smile pulled at your own lips, your heart nearly melting at his sweet words. Still, despite his demeanor, you still felt the need to ask, “Are we okay after today? No hard feelings?”

His brows creased. “Why wouldn't we be okay?”

“I did beat you at your very last Beach Bug tournament,” you reminded him, your hands moving down to his own and interlocking your fingers.

“Don't remind me,” he said dramatically, throwing his head back. Then, he met your eyes again, his expression sickeningly sweet. “Seriously though, we're okay.”

You held out your pinky finger, a pout appearing on your face. “You prommy?”

He locked his pinky around yours. “Yes, I prommy,” he replied sarcastically before pulling your hand up to his mouth and kissing the knuckles.

Then he was pulling you onto the bed with him, both your legs and his braiding together as they dangled off the side of the mattress. Steve's hand met your waist as he pulled you into his side while his lips met your head for a soft kiss.

“Weird how this is the last weekend I'll spend in one of these cabins,” he mentioned as his eyes darted from you to the roof.

“Don't remind me,” you parroted his words from before, only this time they were true.

His hand slid down to meet your bare leg, skin sun-kissed from all the time you'd been spending in it lately. You noticed his eyes avoiding yours, and the homesickness that swirled in them. The two of you still had another forty-eight hours before you had to leave each other, and yet he was already longing to be back in your arms.

“I do have some somewhat good news, though.”

Your heart raced at the possibilities, though your brows wrinkled in confusion. “What?”

“Well, I was gonna tell you over the phone when I found out but I thought it would be better to tell you in person. Just in case I don't get the reaction I'm hoping for.”

This only made you more confused. “Why would I be upset over good news?”

By now, the two of you had made your way back to sitting, his legs still dangling from the bed while yours were now pulled underneath yourself. Steve’s eyes were more serious now, his breathing speeding up as he got closer to his confession. “Do you remember how I said I was moving for college?”

“Yeah, your dad was trying to get you into U of Chicago,” you waved your hand as you remembered his words. “Alma Mater crap, right?”

Steve chuckled at your question. “I may have not been entirely sincere about the whole thing.”

He just kept adding to your state of confusion. “What are you talking about?”

Steve took your hands in his, watching as they intertwined once again. “He was trying to get me into UChi… but that's not where I'm going.”

“What are you…”

The next statement had your heart racing just as much as the volleyball match that afternoon. “I got into Bowling Green.”

Your mouth flew open as your arms wrapped around his neck, squeals flying out of your mouth left and right. “You're kidding!”

His head shook against your shoulder where it rested, and you swore you felt a tear slip against your tee shirt. “I know it's not Denison, but-”

“It's here. It's two hours away from me. Not six.” By now, tears were forming in your own eyes, your smile wider than the lake outside of that cabin. You pulled his face away from your shoulder, meeting his gaze again. “Why would I be upset over this?”

Those big brown eyes you loved fell down to the floor, his tears drying up in an instant. “It doesn't mean I can come back here.”

You wiped at a stray drop of water on his cheek, causing him to shiver at the touch. “Why not?”

“My dad made an agreement with me. If I promised him my summers at the firm, I could promise you my weekends during the school year.”

Butterflies shot off in your stomach like fireworks. He may not have been able to give you everything you wanted, but he could give you enough. And that was simply all you needed.

Hands made their way into dark brown, beautiful strands. Lips met skin, the pulse point of his neck to be precise. “Steven,” one kiss, “Otis,” another kiss, on his jaw, “Harrington,” one last kiss, underneath his ear.

“Hmm?” he asked. You could almost hear his eyebrow cocking upward.

Another long kiss, then a small nibble to his earlobe. “I love you.”

“You're insane.”

His tee shirt made a light thump against the floor. “Insane for you.”

Steve looked down at you through dark eyelashes, meeting you with a half smirk. “I take it you're excited about this whole thing?”

“Very,” you nodded, your grin outright showy at this point. “You remember earlier how you said I was going down?”

The man could hardly keep his composure as your hands met the button of his shorts. “You are truly insane.”

“Maybe…” You finally made your way off the bed, sinking to your knees in front of him. “Do you wanna find out how insane I truly am?”

“I've died. I'm in Heaven right now. Or Hell, one of the two.”

“Me too, Stevie,” you said, leaving a kiss on his knee. “Me too.”

-> taglist: @dungeons-are-too-cold @ducky-died-inside @awkotaco24 @liberhoe @princesseddie @corrodedseraphine @manuosorioh @esoltis280 @mochminnie

[elvenbeard]

Somewhere in Manila, 2078

“It is pretty nice here,” V said, and Kerry put his arm around him, pulling him a bit closer as he turned his head to look at him.

“C’mon, just ‘pretty nice’?” he asked grinning.

“Okay, it’s beautiful, breathtaking, astounding!” V said and Kerry chuckled, “You weren’t exaggerating.”

“And this is just the hotel! Wait ‘til you see the city. And the beaches! But we gotta drive a little to get to the better ones. Nothin’ beats the one in Tangalan anyway, but that’ll have to wait 'til next week…”

Kerry went on rambling about all they had planned, everything he wanted to show V, parties and events they could go to, the secret spots only he and maybe a handful of other people knew. Some of it all sounded quite adventurous, and V still struggled to imagine Kerry clambering through the jungle to get to some of these extra special hidden gems. But his excitement was downright infectious. Truly just adorable. V was relieved to see Kerry so genuinely happy again, too, the stress of the last weeks really had been weighing him down. Getting ready for this trip in the background had been his sole motivator for staying on top of the mountain of promo events for his album.

Just three more interviews before we can get on the plane. Just this one photoshoot, and then I can finally start packing my stuff. That one private show, that one industry party, that one red carpet, and then Lee can kiss my ass and we’ll fuck off across the Pacific.

Being here now finally, chilling at the hotel bar and recovering from the long flight, still felt somewhat surreal.

“… - and we really gotta go to Quinta Market later. Gonna cure your resentment to street food there once and for all.”

Kerry took a sip of his drink, then looked back at V, who had been watching him the whole time, a little tired and absentmindedly, but full of affection.

“What?” he asked, frowning slightly, but kept up his smile, the silver lines around his eyes and down his cheeks sparkling in the setting sun.

“Nothin’,” V said, “I’m happy you’re happy to be back here, is all.”

Kerry leaned over and gave him a quick kiss.

“I’m happy you’re here with me,” he said, “That’s all that matters.”

AAAAHHH. A little bit of behind the scenes rambling here!!!

I didn't forget to take a pic of my setup at least this time XD I set this up at Denny's pool (free of concrete thankfully), because there is little distracting Night City scenery in the background that would destroy the illusion of this not being Night City xD But admittedly, the setup was a little rushed bc I just wanted to do some fluffy pics. I could actually spend hours setting up my scenes with all the awesome props I keep discovering o.o

Also: I had Kerry's summer vibes outfit ready since early June, but just didn't get around to doing anything with it until two weeks ago, AND THEN I didn't have time to edit the pics because other stuff kept grabbing my attention instead xD

But there is more to come, I have a whole lot more summer pics ready, all incredibly fluffy... because I need some fluff and knowing they have this in their future waiting for them, while on the side I'm writing the most angsty fic with constant dread and setbacks and death looming on the horizon, you know XD

Dad Shirts by @pinkyjulien 💛 I love them so much, I want Kerry's shirt for myself irl, it's my fave of the tropical recolors, the colors and pattern are so nice... and suit him so well imo!!

Also this is totally the follow up to the road trip pics I posted last week. They drove to L.A., spent a day or two there, and then hopped on the plane to Manila xD

[yellowsugarwords]

heyy:)

I've been going through your old posts bc you have such an excellent writing style and I found your "how they’d react to getting into an argument that breaks them and their partner up" post. I've been in a pretty angsty mood lately so maybe if you can could you make something similar to this but now in the redo the Ericson kids' (ex) partner seems to be unfazed by this break-up (as if their relationship meant nothing) and how the Ericson kids would react to this Thanks in advance<3

OOO THE DRAMA IS HOT TODAY I hope you enjoy the angst lol. and thank you for being so sweet about my writing omg ;-; 💛

here is the link to the previous post they’re referring to!

Marlon: Marlon would try to act un-phased but wouldn’t be able to. He kept glancing Y/N’s way, wondering what they were thinking, debating if they missed him at all. They seemed fine, as though everything was business as normal/. They even smiled more than they did a mere week ago. Were they really that happy with him gone? He retired to isolate himself from the others, thinking and wallowing in his sadness. Every now and then, he would take out his aggression by shooting arrows or chopping wood. He had too much angry energy he needed to release.

Louis: Louis tried to crack jokes and brush it off whenever his friends swung by to chat with him, but inside, his heart was shattered on the floor. He hated knowing they were happily wandering through every day un-phased by him leaving their life for good. Did he matter that little to them when they were dating? His friends would occasionally ask and he would quickly brush it off and crack a joke, making no one the wiser. He didn’t want anyone to worry. Well, he wanted Y/N to worry, but they didn’t seem to care anymore.

Violet: Violet would act as though she was un-phased, waving her hands and dismissing anyone who darted to accuse her of acting differently. She was extra on-edge and hostile these days. Everyone knew why, but tip-toed around the subject. She was one wrong word from being set off for good. Violet hated seeing how happy Y/N was. She wanted to be passive aggressive toward them, but she couldn’t. Deep down, she still cared, so she bottled it all up and took it out elsewhere.

Mitch: Mitch tried to show he cared as equally as they did, meaning not a lot. Y/N was acting happier than ever and seemed to be doing chores as per usual. If he hadn’t known, he never would’ve expected anything was wrong. He tried to avoid them as much as he could, not wanting to pay them any mind, but snuck glances whenever he was sure they weren’t looking and couldn’t catch him. He couldn’t believe they were this fine. Did they feel like this the whole time they were together? The thought made his heart sink, and his bitterness turn into sorrow.

Aasim: Aasim would feel like garbage, but seeing how happy Y/N was without him around? It made him feel atrocious. The worst he’d felt in years. Seeing them happy and carefree was like a knife to the gut. It took everything out of him to wander around every day, being in their presence, seeing them total unphased about losing him. Every day was agonizing. Marlon always said time would heal all wounds, but Aasim thought time was taking way too long.

Ruby: Ruby would be devastated. While she tried to fake smiles and force a kind demeanor, whenever any Ericson kid saw through it, she broke down. “I just wish they acted like they missed me,” she would confess, a mess of emotions and pain. She was devastated knowing how happy they seemed with her out of their life. “They barely waited a day before acting happy,” she fumbled out. “Did I really make them feel that terrible?”

Omar: Omar would keep to himself, being quiet and distant. When friends checked in, he forced a smile and brushed them off. The last thing he wanted was anyone getting worried over him. Y/N was the one person he was hoping would notice, but they were in their own world. They were laughing, doing chores, hanging out with the Ericson kids for fun. They looked happier than they’d been in a long time. Omar couldn’t help but worry if he was the one who had made them miserable.

Brody: Brody felt like a shell of who she used to be. Meanwhile, Y/N was acting like a whole new personal; thriving, chatty, and happy. It was devastating to see. Brody didn’t want them to be miserable - she never did - but they were so happy with her gone, it was agony to see their joy. Normally, Brody kept to herself, hiding out in her room whenever she could, crying as her chest tightened around her heart. She just wanted them to care, was that too much to ask?

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

[beelas-bees-art]

10% Left AU// Chapter Four

Willowshine stared down at Podpaw with round eyes, she pleaded with the tom.

"C'mon young one... just keep breathing for me, okay?" She leaned down to nuzzle into the wounded apprentice's fur, her voice cracked as she spoke again, "Can you do that for me?"

Podpaw didn't respond, not even trying to look the medicine cat in the eyes. His wounds still poured blood through the spiderwebs that Willowshine had carefully placed. Podpaw's breathing became shallower and shallower until it stopped completely with a shuddering cough.

Willowshine didn't raise her head for a few more heartbeats, grief coming over her in waves. Podpaw had been the last patient alive in the medicine den, all the others had already succumbed to their injuries.

Willowshine felt many emotions swirling in her gut, shame, regret, guilt, hate, you name it. Her one job was to keep these cats alive and she had failed.

Willowshine took a gaze around the rest of the overfilled medicine den, many cats from the other clans and her own lay still and dead. She stood and carefully checked over each body, ensuring that they really had gone to Starclan. She made it to the mouth of the den, turning back and gazing over the sea of dead cats. She muttered a quick prayer for all the warriors to make it to Silverpelt safe, before fleeing from the cave, there was nothing left for her there.

Willowshine emerged from the den to see that night had fallen over the camp. Many other dead bodies lay on the ground but she forced her gaze away from them, she had to find Mothwing.

Her mentor had fled awhile ago to check on the other medicine cats, leaving Willowshine alone to tend to the injured cats. But that had been when the sun was still in the sky, where was the medicine cat now?

She scanned over the bodies briefly, ensuring none of them had Mothwing's golden pelt, she muttered another prayer for the cats in the clearing. As she blinked, she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye, she turned as a long brown tail snuck into the nursery.

Unease filled Willowshine's belly immediately, swearing she saw a faint red hue glimmering after the cat. She had no time to hope for the best, she unsheathed her claws and sprinted towards the nursery. She may not be a warrior but she would rather die than stand by as another cat was slain.

Willowshine skidded to a halt as she entered the mouth of the den, frantically looking around the small space, she noticed many things at once.

Duskfur was lying on the ground, dead, with her throat slashed. It seems the wound was recently inflicted.

Her suspicions about the brown-tailed cat were correct, he turned to Willowshine and grinned, a red hue glowing around him.

Willowshine faintly heard a crunch sound. Startled, she looked at the tom's paws and saw a now dead Lizardkit under them.

Realizing she just watched him murder a kit, she let out a earsplitting screech and flung herself at him.

Willowshine flew across the ground with her forearms stretched out in front of her, claws unsheathed. The blood pounding in her ears roared as she made contact with ghostly flesh. She easily pinned the tom, she now recognized as Shredtail, to the ground. However this was shortlived as he was a fully-trained warrior and she was merely a medicine cat with basic battle training.

He maneuvered his legs to kick out at her belly, sending her flying with a hiss. She landed ungracefully, accidently bending one paw, she grit her teeth. Shredtail snarled at her, almost like a taunt, before racing out to strike her.

Willowshine wasn't stupid, she knew the odds were heavily stacked against her. She was a healer! Not a fighter. She would probably die alongside her clanmates in this battle.

But she refused to go down without a fight.

Willowshine willed herself to remember her battle training and ducked out of the way of the approaching claws. They seemed to aim for her neck, it made sense considering that most cats had died from a throat slash.

Shredtail flew past her, not expecting her to dodge. She took the opportunity to attack his side, knocking him to the ground once more. She tore her claws through his shoulder, ripping her teeth where she could. Shredtail howled and lashed out a free paw at her face, cutting up her nose.

Willowshine let out a yowl in surprise, stepping back and giving him the slightest leeway for escape. He slammed his injured side against her front, knocking her back. She landed against something soft, she realized with horror that it was Duskfur's body.

Shredtail stood once again and Willowshine made to scramble to her paws, but then she heard something. She looked down by Duskfur's belly, there lay her dead kits, Lizardkit, Perchkit and Havenkit, except... Havenkit was mewling.

Willowshine felt relief flood her senses as she realized that the newborn tom-kit was still alive. There was no time to dwell on it however, if they were both to survive, she would have to single-handedly take down this Dark Forest warrior.

Feeling a new purpose, Willowshine launched herself at her eager opponent, slashing up his chest while he sunk his teeth into her shoulder. Shredtail ripped and teared at her flesh, making Willowshine wince as the pain almost became overpowering.

She knocked him back with more claws at his chest, she simply needed a moment to collect herself without him breathing in her ear, she faintly saw the blood spurt from his chest. As he fell away, he took a chunk of her fur with him.

Willowshine hissed at the pain throbbing in her shoulder, closing her eyes for merely a heartbeat as she was knocked to the ground. She stared up at Shredtail, panting above her, he grinned at Willowshine, yellow teeth shining in the soft moonlight.

"End of the line, sweetheart." He purred gravelly in her ears, he raised his mutilated paw with his claws unnaturally extended, "Say hi to Starclan for me, wontcha?"

Willowshine held her breath, seemingly paralyzed with fear, not that she could knock the heavy warrior off herself anyway. He swung his paw back ready to strike when there was a loud yowl.

Both of them swung their heads to look at the entrance of the den, Willowshine could recognize that golden pelt from anywhere.

Mothwing slung herself at the Dark Forest tom, ripping at his eyes viciously. Willowshine crawled out from under them, ready to turn and help her mentor when she heard the quiet mewling again.

She turned to Duskfur's belly, checking over each kit's body, ensuring that only Havenkit still lived, before she plucked him up in her mouth by his scruff, backing up in a corner of the den. Willowshine turned them away from the fight happening in the den but still turned at an angle to see what was going on. She collected Havenkit in her paws, marvelling at his small brown pelt. His eyes and ears were still closed, he couldn't speak more than crying, and his little belly was still plump. She leaned down and licked the tom-kit's face, smiling when he cried out.

"You're okay now," she whispered to him, despite him not understanding her, "I've got you."

Willowshine turned her attention on the fight just in time to see Mothwing tear out Shredtail's throat with her deadly jaws. Willowshine had no doubt her mentor could take down the tom, she had trained as a warrior first after all, plus Willowshine had already weakened him somewhat.

Mothwing spat out the black bile that had collected in her mouth, wiping her maw with a paw, she turned her amber gaze onto her apprentice and the kit bundled up in her paws.

"Is he-" Mothwing interrupted herself with a cough, padding towards Willowshine, "Is he the last one?"

Willowshine frowned as she looked down at the squirming kit, "As far as I know."

Mothwing simply nodded, seeming too tired for words. She flopped down by her apprentice and buried her face in her dark gray fur.

"I'm so glad you're okay." Mothwing whimpered, the sound muffled through Willowshine's pelt.

Willowshine felt emotion choke her up, "I'm so glad you're okay too." She whispered back.

They laid there silently for a few moments, the only sounds being Havenkit's cries, just glad to be in each other's company.

Mothwing pulled her head back and opened her mouth to speak when a screech sounded from inside the camp. The mollies whipped their heads to the maw of the den.

"Foxdung!" The golden cat cursed, rising to her paws and racing outside.

Willowshine debated for a moment, unsure if she should follow with Havenkit. Mothwing's own screeching sounded through the air and Willowshine made her decision quickly, picking Havenkit up by the scruff and running into the night once more.

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[ladychlo]

chay!!! @alloutshirt lisa and i finally found a time to meet up. it's on tuesday. we're going to go get pancakes!!! 😭 i needed to share the good news bc it's been a rollercoaster to try and find a day and it's :") !!!!! barely a few months ago we didn't even know we lived so close to each other it's insane??? also i bet lisa and i will spend half our date coming up with a plan to have our big louies meet up (@lisa am i wrong? i'm bringing a computer, a notebook and a phd in making louie plans so we're ready) anyways. i can't believe it's happening?? but! how's been /your/ day?? 💛

AAAAAAAAAAAAA OMG!! give each other extra kisses and hugs on my behalf please 😭😭💕💕💕 I'm so excited for you babies, it is gonna be so fun, teleport me there, please! my day was so nicee, just took a long walk, ate some street food and now I'm chilling in my bed reading

[wint3r-h3art]

So I have a few ideas you might be interested in? Take and leave whatever you like, obv, but here they are.

Ok so first if all I had a dream last night that has some real angst potential, where Stephen and I and a few others were in some weird demon dimension and there was some kind of rule or contract, and we were losing - very, very badly, and basically it came down to the fact that they were going to drag Stephen into their hellscape permanently - but at the last minute I work a spell that somehow transferred the contract and/or punishment to me instead and warded him enough to go home, and he was begging me not to but, welp, your laying on the ground beaten to a pulp what are you going to do, stop me?

Anyway angst angst angst, Stephen got home and I took his place instead. Oof. Not sure if pre-established relationship with a long history or mutual pining would be more painful here lol

Second one is in a similar vein, where a demon/extra dimensional entity has a grudge against strange so it possesses the reader (love of Stephens life), disables Stephens magic, takes him to the middle of nowhere, starts a fight and won't stop until one or both of them is dead -ideally, to the demon, forcing Stephen to kill the Reader with his own hands.

And the third one just. Came to me. But I was thinking that the Stephen and reader are both in love with each other but are both pining idiots about it, and one day a spell or battle creates a soul bond/mind meld/empathic link between them and they're are both like

Feelings??? Feelings! And it turns into a feedback loop of emotion and they're like "we're so fucking stupid for not realizing this sooner" and it comes to a head and there's some very emotionally intense lovemaking bc I just. Literally feeling the emotion pouring off of each other while you Fuck? That's some good food right there.

Idk feel free to ignore me I just felt these might be up your alley :) love your stuff

What if I combined all three and just give you pain and suffering and feels????? (You really want me to write a dark fic here with all the demons and stuff 🤣 I do love anything with Eldritch horror 👀)

I see what I can do. It will be slow just because I have to finish Sun Killer and two smuts I have to write. Check on me in a couple weeks if you don’t see this in my upcoming fics section of my pin post 💛