#steve harrington (ivy’s version)

[inkluvs]

easy, easy

a/n: this was one of my favorite blurbs so it seems appropriate for it to be the second i repost <3 originally posted a few weeks ago on my old blog, and i believe @stevenose / @skullrock requested this? oh!! and @forevermoreharrington n @ghostlyfleur betaed the original i think? <3 (0.4k)

cw: smut. nsfw. oral(fem recieving). he calls r honey a bunch of times sorry <3

steve harrington x fem! reader

Steve’s palms were firm on the pliant flesh of your thighs, holding your legs still as his lips pressed into your legs. He was insatiable, the way his mouth left behind marks that toed the line between pain and pleasure. His tongue smoothed over the purpling skin to soothe it.

“you’re teasing,” you accused. It took Steve a moment to register what you were saying, the boy too wrapped up in the comfort he found in between your legs.

“‘m not,” he whined. He wasn’t trying to, is what he meant. He was just trying to love on you, and it wasn’t his fault his brain short-circuited when he saw your thighs. Especially then since the weather was getting warmer and you’d started wearing dresses and skirts more often. It was funny, you thought, that despite the years he’d been with you his breath still seemed to hitch when he caught sight of you in those shorts. The way his hands were on you immediately, pushing you onto the nearest surface and crouching down so he was eye level with your cunt. You wouldn’t dare complain of course, as every time you enjoyed it thoroughly, there was just something about seeing Steve be so desperate he’d bend you over any surface, which, in this case, was the piano he had in his living room.

“you’re not?” He shook his head. 

“I was gonna get there,” the words were rushed and toppled over one another as he mumbled them against your heated skin. He did as he promised, his lips slowly making their way to the sticky skin beside your cunt. You canted your hips forward in response to the contact and Steve smiled.

“easy, easy” he pressed his lips to your clit, “‘ve got you honey I know,”

He pressed his tongue to your folds and groaned, the taste of your arousal enough to make him dizzy no matter how many times he pushed his face in between your thighs. He could never get enough of you. His tongue was teasing, darting between your sensitive clit and your cunt, slipping into you every so often to pull a whine from the back of your throat.

“Oh, honey,” the low vibrations from his voice reverberated through your body and went straight to your core, your back arching on the wood of the instrument.

“there you go,” his middle two fingers slipped into you, the pads of them pressing against a part that had you seeing stars. His name tumbled past the barrier of your lips and Steve swore he was in heaven, your soft whine of his name music to his ears.

“shit, Steve,” his eyes snapped to yours, “please,”

“tell me what you want 

“More,” your breath hitched in your throat when his thumb grazed your slit, “I need more.”

His fingers sped up inside you and his tongue delved into your cunt every so often, pulling a needy groan from the bottom of Steve’s throat as he pulled you closer and closer to your high. 

“Let go for me baby,” he whispered into your pussy. And who were you to deprive him of such a privilege?

[wisdomssdaughterr]

PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER TWELVE → A LOST CONNECTION

summary: steve harrington x oc

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown.

word count. 2.1k

warnings: cannon typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. cannon divergence.

previous chapter ← → next chapter

“Your superpower is light? How does that even work? I mean, is it like some kind of electrokinesis or magic-” 

“Dustin!” Lucas Sinclair snapped at his curly-haired friend. He dropped his hold on a folded kiddie pool with a huff of pure exasperation. “Will you shut up and help us figure this thing out?” 

Dustin rolled his eyes but picked up his side of the pool and helped Lucas and Sunshine drag it across the floor of Hawkins Middle School gymnasium. 

At Eleven’s realization that she could find Will and Barb through something she called “the bath,” which the other kids explained was actually a sensory deprivation tank, they all left the Byers house and broke into the town’s middle school. Joyce had a kiddie pool they planned on using and the school had the salt.  

Once they arrived, they all split up to prepare the bath, and Sunshine was left with two of the three young boys who had grown quite fond of her sister. 

The bath or tank was something Sunshine had no prior experience with; it was meant for kids like Eleven and Ivy who had powers of the mind, unlike her more physical abilities. She hoped their version of the tank would be enough to help Eleven find the missing kids in the unknown world they were supposedly hiding in. 

The boys, after a quick phone call with their science teacher, seemed to know exactly what they needed to replicate the tank, and Sunshine followed their lead. 

“I’m just trying to understand El’s sister, okay?” Dustin said, defending the questions he’d been asking since they left the Byers’s driveway. “We now know two people with actual superpowers! Do you know how insane that is?” There was so much excitement inside his voice that it startled Sunshine. She didn’t see her abilities as something ‘super’ or anything to be excited about. She never asked for them. In the eyes of the pre-teen boys, she and Eleven were something extraordinary nestled in their once ordinary small town.  

Once the pool was in the middle of the gym, Sunshine let go and wiped the sweat from her brows. “How does this thing work?” she asked, staring at the flat hunk of plastic that didn’t look capable of holding water. 

Lucas thought for a long moment, working it out inside his head. “Okay, Dustin you grab that side, Sunshine grabs the other one, and I’ll take the middle between you two. I think if we pull them at the same time, it should stay up.” 

They did exactly that, but as soon as they let go, the side folded inwards and they collectively sighed. 

“Son of a bitch,” Dustin groaned.  

It took a couple more minutes and strings of curse words that she’d never heard before, but they eventually got the sides of the pool to stay up just before Nancy and her little brother returned with hoses. They connected them to the sink inside a maintenance closet and sat on the other end of the pool.  

With a thermometer and a carton of eggs, the three boys all worked in tandem to get the water to the right temperature and filled it with enough salt that Eleven would float on the surface.  

Sunshine stood off to the side, rocking back on the heels of her stolen shoes and wincing now and then from the unhealed cuts on the souls of her feet. 

After bags of salt were tossed aside, Dustin placed an egg in the water and watched as it floated, meaning their bath was complete and ready for Eleven. 

She returned to the gym with Joyce, who held the younger girl’s hand as they made their way toward the pool.  

Eleven removed her coat and handed the watch on her wrist off to Mike. Joyce handed her a pair of goggles blacked out with tape. 

Before she put them on, Sunshine placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Eleven nodded with little hesitation, but fear was in her eyes before she pulled the goggles over them. Sunshine and Joyce took her hands and guided her into the pool. Her frilly pink dress floated up around her as she rested on the surface of the water. 

Everyone kneeled around the pool, waiting to see what exactly Eleven was going to do and if she could find the missing pair. 

Sunshine’s hands curled around the edge of the pool within reach of her sister for any reason. Joyce was close beside her with the same face pinched in motherly concern she held for Jonathan when she arrived at the police station. 

The overhead lights flickered before they shut off, drenching them all in darkness. 

Eleven’s voice cut through the tension-filled silence. “Barb?” 

Across the kiddie pool, Nancy leaned over the edge with wide eyes brimming with hope. 

“Barbara?” Eleven said again. 

“What’s going on?” asked Nancy. “Is Barb okay?” 

Her question was met more another, painful stretch of silence before a loud cry tore from Eleven’s lips and startled everyone. 

“Gone!” she yelled. “Gone, gone, gone!” 

In reaction to her sister’s sobs, Sunshine grabbed Eleven’s shoulder as she whispered, “It’s okay. You’re okay.” 

Joyce tried to help too. “We’re right here, honey,” she reassured Eleven in a sweet, soft tone. “We’ve got you. Don’t be afraid, you’re safe.” 

Between the two of them, they managed to calm her down enough for her to continue her search for Will. Eleven’s cries faded back into shuttered breaths, and it was the only noise that echoed through the gym.  

Sunshine kept her hand on Eleven’s shoulder, reminding her that she wasn’t alone as she wandered through the void - a space where kids like Eleven and Ivy could venture to under the right conditions. 

“Castle Byers,” Eleven said. Her words didn’t mean anything to Sunshine, but to everyone else, they seemed to hold a lot of weight. Joyce’s eyes glimmered in hope while Nancy’s silently allowed tears to fall down her rosy cheeks.  

“Will.” 

Joyce cried, “You tell him I’m coming. Mom is coming.” 

Tears of relief slid down from Joyce’s eyes, and Sunshine watched her lips curl into a relieved smile. She wondered what it was like to be loved by a mother like how Joyce so clearly loved her sons. She wondered if there was a time when a parent had loved her that much, or even at all.  

The walkie-talkie prompted up on a small cart beside the pool and carried another voice through its static waves. “Hurry,” it said.  

The lost boy, Will Byers, spoke to them, proving that he was indeed alive. 

Joyce tightened her grip on Eleven’s hand. “Okay, listen. Y-You tell him to stay where he is. We’re coming, okay? We’re coming, honey.” She and Hopper met each other's eyes, communicating something only they understood.  

The walkie-talkie sputtered out a loud, unnatural hiss of static before a growl erupted from the device. Eleven shrieked and shot upright, ripping off the goggles and frantically reaching out for anyone.  

Sunshine instantly wrapped her arms around her sister and pulled her to the edge of the pool. Eleven’s head became buried in Sunshine’s chest, soaking the fabric of her sweater, but either one cared. They held onto each other tightly while Eleven’s cries overwhelmed the atmosphere of the room.  

Joyce placed one hand on Sunshine’s back and used her other to wipe the salt water and tears from Eleven’s cheeks. Despite hearing her son’s voice, she remained there with the two strange girls for a couple of minutes.  

Both Sunshine and Eleven were taxed from the past week. They were tired. The sisters had endured more than anyone was capable of carrying. Sunshine thought that when they escaped and tasted freedom for the first time, they’d follow that feeling somewhere far, far away. She didn’t think they’d still be in Hawkins nearly a week later, nor did she expect to encounter such people as those gathered around the dark gym. 

Monsters and missing children were not a part of her plan to start over. Yet, there they were. 

After Eleven’s fearful cries died down, she was helped out of the pool and nearly smothered by the three boys with towels and comforting pats on the back. They sat down with her on the bleachers, each one tired too. Eleven’s cheek rested against Mike’s shoulder, Dustin held onto her hand, and Lucas rubbed her towel-clad shoulder in hopes of warming her up. None of the kids said anything, but they all seemed to be on the same wavelength in everything. Eleven fit in nicely with them.  

Sunshine watched them and wondered if there was a world in which Eleven got to stay with the boys she befriended. She wondered how different she’d been given the chance to grow up with friends like them.  

Her thoughts drifted toward the doors at the far side of the gym. As soon as Eleven exited the void, Nancy rushed out of the doors, disappearing from sight with wet cheeks and sobs muffled into her hands over the loss of her friend.  

Barbara Holland was gone, and everyone was set on finding Will before he suffered the same fate. 

It all was difficult to process, to wrap her wind completely around. From her first encounter with a person outside of the Lab to learning that a monster ran rampant through the midwestern town, and everything in between, was a lot for one girl to face when she had no memory of ever existing outside of Hawkins National Laboratory.  

It wasn’t even over yet. 

Dread sunk its claws into Hawkins, drawing blood, and the words of a boy long dead and gone rang in Sunshine’s ears. 

The end of everything. 

She never figured out what Nine saw in her future when he touched her arm. Had he witnessed the events she was living through at that moment? Were they in the beginning of the end of everything already?

Jonathan walked past the open door in the opposite direction Joyce and Hopper had gone, and something in Sunshine's gut told her to follow him. 

First, she kneeled in front of Eleven, brushing her knuckles softly against her sister’s cheek. The exhausted girl lifted her head off Mike’s shoulder. 

“I need you…” she paused and looked at all four kids. “All of you, to stay here. I’ll be right back, okay?” 

Eleven rubbed her eyes and frowned. “Promise?” 

“I promise.” Sunshine squeezed her hand, sealing the promise, and left the kids behind in the gym. 

The quiet voices of Nancy and Jonathan led Sunshine right to them. They sat on the ground with their backs pressed against a painted mural on the wall. Jonathan’s head was hung low, held in his bruised hands. Nancy’s gaze was lazily focused forward. Her cheeks and nose were bright red from crying, but her jaw was set tightly in something other than sadness. 

Nancy wiped her tears and met Sunshine’s eyes. “We have to go back to the station,” she said. 

“What?” Jonathan sighed. 

“Your mom and Hopper are just walking into that place like bait. That thing is still out there, and we can’t just sit here and let it get them too. We can’t.” 

Jonathan shook his head. “You still want to try it?” he asked, calling back to their original plan to lure the monster to them rather than them trying to fit it. 

“I want to finish what we started,” she said, bitterly. “I want to kill it before it takes anyone else.” 

Sunshine struggled between the look on Nancy’s face and the fact that her sister was waiting for her just down the hall. Eleven was safe, and she wasn’t alone. If that monster was still out there, no one was safe. All they had to do was kill the monster to buy time for Joyce and Hopper to find Will and bring him home. Then, Sunshine and Eleven could leave first thing in the morning. 

The bad men were searching for all of them, but the middle school wasn’t an obvious hiding place, Sunshine presumed. At the very least, they’d search all of the younger boys' houses first to see if they were hiding out there. It would take them a while to figure out the school is where they escaped to. And the boys were smart, she trusted them with her sister. It couldn’t take longer than an hour to kill a monster if they lured it to them. 

They’d be back before anyone even knew they were gone. They’d kill the monster, Will would come home, and Sunshine and Eleven would bid their goodbyes. Everyone would return to their normal life, and it would be the past week was one bad dream. 

“Okay,” Sunshine said, nodding her head. “Let’s kill it.” 

Tagged: @sattlersquarry @lovefrom-theother-side @suniloli

[andvys]

IM A LITTLE LATE BUT. STEDDIE SWIFTIES!?!?? IM IN

debut, steve adores taylor country era. he plays that album a lot while driving and even imitate (or… try to) the country accent. his favorites are should’ve said no and our song. eddie… well it’s not much his taste but! he enjoys picture to burn (you know, the homophobic version)

fearless, steve’s kinda a fearless girly, not his favorite album but has a special place in his heart. him and eddie absolutely SCREAM you belong with me. eddie really likes the melodies and lyrics but still not what he prefers.

speak now, I DONT WHY but something tells me eddie really really likes speak now. the whole magic and dragons and long live (one of his absolute favorites songs ever) along with haunted and better than revenge. steve just cries a lot while listening to dear john and back to december.

red, steve harrington + this album = a really happy steve with fuzzy socks and a big cup of coffee. top 1. he adores it, brings him some comfort like autumn and pumpkins and hot chocolate. i sense this is the album eddie started listening to taylor with. of course, one christmas eddie gifted steve a red scarf with a red cd and of course, steve cried.

1989 is eddies guilty pleasure, and he totally knows how to do that style intro in his guitar. a little too much pop and his friends would make fun of him for listening to it, but the doesn’t care. taylor swift invented pop for him. steve is out of the woods and new romantics coded.

reputation, EDDIE’S FAVORITE ALBUM OF COURSEE. he spends a lot of time listening to it and could speak for hours about it, about how it’s not about seeking revenge but about fighting against that reputation and try to find yourself without listening to what others have to say about it. and how you, sometimes, find yourself in others too. i feel like if they went to the eras tour, eddie would absolutely go as reputation, yk something with snakes and black and glitter. steve loves to hear him go, proud of the swiftie he made. and he (kinda) hates kanye so…

lover, slow songs and heart crushing lyrics. this is steve’s shit. HE IS THE ARCHER CODED. adores cornelia street and afterglow. eddie (secretly) listens to lover a lot, but don’t say that to anyone ok? he has a reputation to keep.

folklore THIS IS HARDCORE SHIT. and steve’s favorite of course, he just relates to this album a lot. eddie really likes my tears ricochet and this is me trying ☹️ poor baby.

evermore, more hardcore shit. steve and eddie listened together this album for the first time and went???? what the actual fuck taylor swift who gave the right to??? while crying. tolerate it and ivy just hits different.

midnights, more pop and that means more eddie munson love. vigilante shit and karma stan forever. this albums feels personal to steve, maroon, you’re on your own kid, question, labyrinth HE CAN GO ON AND ON.

NOW I BELIEVE

Steve’s top 3:

red - folklore - midnights

Eddie’s top 3:

reputation - speak now - 1989

HELLO

EDDIE AND STEVE SCREAMING YOU BELONG WITH ME???? YES. ABSOLUTELY YES

Eddie would fucking love better than revenge and Steve crying to back to December? so true.

Eddie loving Style and playing it? helloooooo?? yes yes yes

AND OFC REPUTATION IS EDDIES FAVE! YES YES YES ALSO YES TO HIS ERAS TOUR OUTFIT (YES TO ANYTHING YOU SAY AT THIS POINT)

Steve being the archer coded please @taintedcigs we got Steve on our team

you're saying my tears ricochet and this is me trying being Eddie's faves? stop these are my absolute faves too (my tears ricochet is my #1)

Eddie and Steve would cry to tolerate it, totally yes yes. AND to champagne problems too of course!

I AGREE WITH ANYTHING YOU SAY ANON YOU'RE A WISE ONE

[adelacreations]

Self Rec Fic tagging thing

I was tagged by @shieldofiron (One of my partners in crime) in the fic recommendation tag.

*Rules*

Recommended us 3 of your fics. 1 that is the "most popular" and 2 that you consider as "hidden gems".

1. Most Popular

I haven't talked much about this fic on this blog, but my most popular one is [How to Pretend]. That one had the most kudos, comments and bookmarks of the many fanfictions I have written (most are orphaned for personal reasons). Basically, Steve Harrington between the summer before the start of season 01 of Stranger Things got into an accident in Seattle, where he survived but basically became Stranger Things version of Poison Ivy. With the same power sets just without the eco-terrorist bit (I haven't decided if that is a route I want to try my hand in.)

Imagine season 02 but Billy is introduced into the group, El and Steve bond over having powers and being more or less isolated because of it. DC Comic character cameos. But also Steve and Billy slowly but surely having the Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn dynamic.

Also apparently there are not many Harringrove (with either or both having powers) much less any that have to do with nature. If you have any recs on them, HAND THEM OVER.

2. Hidden Gems

I haven't really written MUCH Stranger Things fics so some of these might be from other fandoms BUT [ i hope when i die, you'll barely survive it] was my favourite to write! It's in the same universe as my Poison Ivy Steve Harrington AU but it is the aftermath of post-season 03 and Steve getting his hands on Neil. Neil doesn't come out of this alive and you get Dark Steve Harrington XD. It was a brain worm that was eating away at me so I wrote it so I had the scene ready when I got to that part of the fic. BUT I wanted to share it with everyone so I posted it.

It's kinda experimental in writing style, I really tried to put as much emotion I could into Steve's guilt, grief and desire for revenge.

Sign of the Times I would say is a hidden gem because it was my first or less humour-centric fic. A FFXV fic with the ship ArdyNoct based on a lovely meme art from a friend of mine. It's post everything in FFXV but Ardyn and Noct survive, become a couple and Noctis rules Insomnia. But also has to deal with antics of his thousand-year-old lover.

And cause I can this one is pretty recent but [a string of pearls] too!. A mermaid Harringrove fic where Steve is mermaid royalty and having Billy as a secret lover until he doesn't want to anymore. Just some harmless fluff that I might consider coming back to this AU!

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Whew! That was a lot, feel free to like message me about any of these, especially my Poison Ivy Steve fic. It really was a self indulgent thing that somehow blew up! If you wanna participate consider yourself tagged! But I'm tagging: @thediktatortot @dragonflylady77 @neonponders @metalscoops

[putawayurhalo]

Kers’ Stranger Things O.C.’s

- this also doubles as a Horror Fic characters list *all backstories will be in there in post aka I’ve got too much too type in one post if I include them*

Violet Knight

- Face claim: Anya Taylor-Joy (she has a second one but we’ll save her for later)

- Crushing on Steve Harrington

- Best friends with Ivy Wheeler, Alexandria Decker, Becky Munson, Vanessa Jong, and Eddie Munson

- Younger teen she’s closest with: Max Mayfield

- 3 Songs that best represents Violet: Little Violence by Waterparks, Favorite Record by Fall Out Boy, Long Story Short by Taylor Swift

Mallory “Mal” Morris

- Face claim: Halle Bailey

- Crushing on Jonathan Byers

- Best friends with Ivy Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler, Alexandria Decker, and Chrissy Cunningham

- Younger teen she’s closest with: Mike Wheeler

- 3 Songs that best represents Mallory: Sugar Coated by Heart Attack Man, Question...? by Taylor Swift, The Moment I Knew (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift

Alexandria “Alex” Decker

- Face claim: Halston Sage

- Was with Billy Hargrove - circa season 2, dumps his ass after seeing how he treats Lucas; Currently not with anyone.

- Best friends with Violet Knight, Mallory Morris, and Ivy Wheeler

- Younger teen she’s closest with: Lucas Sinclair

- 3 Songs that best represents Alexandria: I Felt Younger When We Met by Waterparks, Cherry Picking by Poutyface, Bejeweled by Taylor Swift

Ivy Wheeler

- this is my best friend’s OC for Stranger Things and yes I include her in my work just like she would include Violet 

- Face claim: Taylor Swift

- Crushing on Steve Harrington

- Crushed on by Eddie Munson

- Best friends with Violet Knight, Mallory Morris, Alexandria Decker, and Robin Buckley

- Younger teen she’s closest with: Jane “El” Hopper

- 3 Songs that best represents Ivy: State of Grace (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift, Crying Over It All by Waterparks, Call It What You Want by Taylor Swift

Becky Munson

- Face claim: Ashley Frangipane

- Crushing on Chrissy Cunningham

- Best friends with Violet Knight and Robin Buckley

- Younger teen she’s closest with: Will Byer

- 3 Songs that best represents Becky: You Are In Love by Taylor Swift, Delicate by Taylor Swift, Grand Theft Autumn/Where is your boy tonight? by Fall Out Boy

Vanessa “Nessie” Jeong

- Face claim: Zeph

- Love interest: Violet’s brother

- Best friends with Violet Knight

- 3 Songs that best represents Vanessa: 1 Step Forward, 3 Steps Back by Olivia Rodrigo, Anti-Hero by Taylor Swift, Enough for You by Olivia Rodrigo

Eric Henderson

- Face claim: Eric [Redacted] because hes on tumblr now

Kyle Knight

- Face claim: Is a fucking menace to society.

[pappydaddy]

folklore + evermore collection

these will not be published in this order

just like these albums, some stories are connected, continuations, some being the same story told from different perspectives

i will be working on these while still working on requests! requests are still closed

currently in progress: harry potter

next to be in progress: stranger things

posted: ivy + betty + august + tolerate it + evermore + invisible string + champagne problems + coney island (jj maybank version) + my tears ricochet

published (december 11, 2020)

updated (september 17, 2022)

legend

nsfw = ♠ (implied)

fluff = ♡

sad = ☾

angst = ☁️

sad ending = ✖

happy ending (only shows on fics that the happy ending is weird in) = ★

trigger warning/spoiler warning ⚠

folklore

the 1 | ☁️ ☾ | steve harrington x fem!reader | coming soon

she thought they were something with the flirtatious exchanges. she was sure that he liked her too until he left her heart bleeding in her hands.

cardigan | ☁️ ☾ ♡ | draco malfoy x fem!reader | coming soon

they knew each other like nobody else did, they made each other feel wanted. now they were like strangers and she was left cursing his name.

the last great american dynasty | ☁️ ☾ ✖ |  simon kalivoda x fem!reader | coming soon

after the love of her life is murdered, y/n lives a glorious party filled life, but everyone else is left wondering what would have come of her if she hadn’t lost herself.

exile | ☁️ ☾ ✖ | liam dunbar x fem!reader | coming soon

after their break-up liam and y/n need to be faced with moving on while seeing each other all the time.

my tears ricochet | ☁️ ☾ ✖ ♡ ★ | draco malfoy x sister!reader + neville longbottom x fem!reader | posted!

she knew her parents would disown her for being sorted in Gryffindor and dating a blood-traitor whose parent’s happened to have fought against them, but she never thought her brother would too.

mirrorball | ☁️ ☾ ✖ | tom riddle x fem!reader | coming soon

y/n knows that her relationship with tom is coming to an end, she feels him slipping away, but she tries to do everything to please him and amusement in an attempt to stop him from slipping from her fingers.

seven | ☁️ ☾ ✖ ♡ ⚠ | draco malfoy x fem!reader | coming soon

draco and y/n have been friends from childhood, having grown up right next to the malfoy’s. y/n knows that draco’s parents don’t treat him right, and she finds herself falling apart from not being able to help him while being his beacon of hope.

august | ☁️ ☾ ♡ ★ | fred weasley x fem!reader + fred weasley x mallory (oc) | posted

please read betty | part two first before this one! 

 told from mallory’s point of view (from betty). 

mallory is in love with fred, but he’s in love with y/n. mallory jumps on any chance that she can imagine that he was hers.

this is me trying | ☁️ | steve harrington x fem!reader + steve harrington x nancy wheeler | coming soon

continuation of the 1.

steve wonders if he made the right decision by picking nancy over y/n as he tries to make his relationship with nancy work.

illicit affairs | ☁️ | steve harrington x fem!reader + steve harrington x nancy wheeler | coming soon

continuation of the 1 + this is me trying.

steve and y/n must deal with their decisions, but an implosion is inevitable.

invisible string | ☁️ ♡ | george weasley x fem!reader | posted

george and y/n would always pop up in each other’s lives during their time at hogwarts. it wasn’t until two years after the twins left hogwarts that they bumped into each other again, but this time, they figured out why they couldn't get rid of each other.

mad woman | ☁️ ☾ ✖ ⚠ | tom riddle x fem!reader | coming soon

after tom cheats on y/n, he continues to pour gasoline onto the fire by pinning her as ‘mad’.

epiphany | ☁️ ☾ ✖ ♡ ⚠ ★ | harry potter universe x fem!reader + free weasley x fem!reader | coming soon

fred does not die

y/n sees horrible things while fighting in the frontlines of the second world war and even suffers herself.

betty | part ii | ☁️ ☾ ♡ ⚠ ★ | fred weasley x fem!reader | posted

august is technically a part three, it explains more of the situation that occurs. please read all three to get a full picture.

fred has a new female friend. y/n starts to notice just how close they are and it sets alarms off for her.

peace | ☁️ ♡ | neville x malfoy!fem!reader - coming soon

continuation from my tears ricochet.

y/n worries that neville will break up with her because she cannot give him the peaceful relationship he deserves since her family wants to tear them apart.

hoax | ☁️ ☾ ✖ ⚠ | tom riddle x fem!reader | coming soon

y/n can’t let go of tom after she broke up with him, thinking that she would be better off with him despite him being horrible to her.

evermore

willow | ☁️ ♡ | george weasley x fem!reader | coming soon

he didn’t mean to fall for Y/N, but once he had her in his sights, he came into her world like a cyclone. y/n never wanted to fall for him either, but he eventually knocked down her walls.

champagne problems | ☁️ ☾ ✖ ⚠ ★ | draco malfoy x fem!reader - posted!

y/n deals with the fall out of leaving her arranged engagement with draco and it starts to look like he might not have felt the same about the arrangement as she did.

gold rush | ☁️ ♡ ⚠ | george weasley x fem!slytherin!reader | coming soon

y/n doesn’t like being close to people and letting them in, but george weasley managed to wiggle his way past her walls. he helps her learn to trust, she helps him realize that maybe not all slytherins are the same.

tis the damn season | ☁️ ☾ ✖ | stiles stilinksi x fem!reader | coming soon

Y/N is back in Beacon Hills for the holidays and she’s forced to face the people she left behind, including her ex-love, Stiles. An argument ensues and Stiles realizes something.

tolerate it | ☁️ ☾ ✖ | percy weasley x fem!reader | posted

percy’s become more uptight since starting with the ministry and y/n starts to think he’s just tolerating her.

*no second war au where voldemort was killed by baby harry*

no body, no crime | ☾ ✖ ☁️⚠ ★ ♡ | jj maybank x fem!reader - coming soon

jj and y/n notice something is off about how her uncle is treating her aunt. when her aunt suddenly goes missing, things start to become fishy.

happiness | ☾ ☁️ |  isaac lahey x fem!reader - coming soon

y/n and isaac fall out of love, their relationship exploding in front of their faces.

dorothea | ☾ ☁️ | stiles stilinski x fem!reader | coming soon

part of the story from tis the damn season.

stiles is still hung up on his ex-girlfriend despite that she’s so far away. he can’t help but wonder about her.

coney island | ☾ ☁️♡ ⚠ | stiles stilinski x fem!reader | coming soon

after seeing each other at christmas, stiles and y/n can’t get each other off their minds. y/n questions if she should have left him while an emergency brings her back to Beacon Hills where revelations are made.

coney island (jj's version) | ☁️★♡⚠ | posted!

y/n and jj both assume they were the cause of the destruction of their relationship. after a minor accident, the two are drawn back together and finally communicate about their downfall

ivy | ☁️♡ | draco malfoy x fem!reader + fred weasley x fem!reader - posted

y/n is a pureblood forced into an arranged marriage with draco malfoy, but she couldn’t help but let fred weasley wiggle his way into her heart.

cowboy like me | ☁️♡ | jj maybank x fem!reader - coming soon

at the first meeting, y/n thought that she wasn’t going to fall for jj. but as she slowly got to know him, the similarities between them jumped out at her.

long story short | ♡ | billy hargrove x fem!reader | coming soon

billy and y/n always had a spark, but she was already dating someone else. but when she falls from her pedestal, her life crumbles under her feet, she’s sent right into billy’s arms.

marjorie | ☁️♡ ☾ ⚠ | allison argent x fem!reader - coming soon

after allison’s death, her girlfriend could swear that she was still there with her, but she knows better. she knows that it’s just her grief playing tricks on her.

closure | ☁️☾ | robin buckley x fem!reader | coming soon

robins girlfriend broke up with her six months ago suddenly before moving to a new country for school. today, she receives a letter and it stirs up angry feelings within robin.

evermore | ☁️☾ ♡ | charlie weasley x fem!reader | posted

y/n just broke up with her fiancé after finding out he was in love with  another woman. with no home to run to, she packs a bag and heads to the only person she could think of - charlie. but as she stays with him, she could sense that something was stirring between them.

[allamericansbitch]

Hey everyone! Here’s this weeks (feb 14-21) addition to my Creator Shoutout Series! For info about the series, I explained it in the first post here, but generally, it’s to show appreciate to editors and their creations that i love from the past week. To track this series or look at previous shoutouts, please check out the tag on my blog *creatorshoutouts. Have a great week everyone!

taylor swift blue + pink coloring gifset by @nobodynocrime

cardigan art by @scars-on-my-hand​

carey mulligan as cassie thomas in promising young woman gifset by @ferrisbuellers​

fearless (taylor’s version) cover design by @wildestdream​

taylor swift + dancing as a metaphor for a relationship gifset by @thatwasthenightthingschanged

spider-man: into the spider-verse gifset by @bicarols

seven graphic edit by @bybdolan​

reputation: reimagined in the style of fletcher’s the s(ex) tapes graphic by @galacticstern​

jules (euphoria) gifset by @wonderwomann

cruel summer graphic by @hugallurfriends​

evermore songs as books by @bybdolan​

gina linetti + quotes gifset by @mariahills

cowboy like me design by @seedaylight

taylor swift for vogue uk graphic by @ssafeandsound

steve harrington gifset by @meliorn

babe music video gifset by @tylorswift

fearless icons by @wonderstruck

taylor swift icon pack by @oldcardigan

lover music video gifset by @lizzo

no body, no crime gifset by @melodramas​

pride and prejudice (2005) + symmetry gifset by @keirahknightley​

gold rush edit by @swiftrosegarden​

i wish you would gifset by @recklesspath

pride & prejudice + rain forest gifset by @alinok

ivy film concept gifset by @andtosaturn​

champagne problems gifset by @dorxtheas

dorothea gifset by @midsummerknife​

‘i care a lot’ gifset by @billy-crudup​

1989 (taylor’s version) concept by @twinfiresign

tayor swift albums as greek deities gifset by @lookwhatyoumademedo​

taylor swift re-recording catalog redesigns by @whiskeyswifty

hayley willams (flowers for vases) graphic by @kallumdesign​

reputation (gold concept) vinyl design by @twinfiresign​

this is why we can’t have nice things graphic by @urgeforgoing​

haim gasoline remix graphic by @summertimelover555​

my tears ricochet poster by @alltoowsll​

taylor swift + love as a con gifset by @thatwasthenightthingschanged​

state of grace graphic by @seethestarlights​

august gifset by @agathaxharkness​

taylor swift + yellow wardrobe gifset by @afterglowings​

this is me trying gifset by @lizzo

[hannaswritingblog]

Fandoms

→ The ❌ emoji means that as much as I am open to write NSFW fics, I don’t write those for marked fandoms/characters. I may write romantic fics for all characters, but I’ll be cautious with younger ones. → Every fandom has a note about what I can take into consideration. I try to make my fanfics generic enough to fit with all of the fandom universe, but sometimes the ideas go better with different version of the character (book vs movie, season 1 vs 5, different timelines etc.). → I take suggestions for fanfiction (for all listed characters), as well as both character and fandom suggestions. ~ The list will sometimes change. Last update: 29/01/2024.

Current fandoms

Alice in Wonderland

2010 Tim Burton’s movie

Alice Kingsleigh / Tarrant Hightopp / Mirana Crimms / Iracebeth Crimms / Ilosovic Stayne

Animations (Disney/Pixar, Dreamworks, and other) ❌

Anastasia

Anya / Dmitri / Vladimir

Bolt

Penny Forrester

Big Hero 6

Hiro Hamada / Tadashi Hamada / Fred / Go Go / Wasabi / Honey Lemon / aunt Cass

Brave

Merida

Coraline

Coraline / Wybie

Lilo & Stitch

Lilo / Stitch / Nani / David

The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Quasimodo / Esmeralda / Phoebus / Clopin

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins / John Silver / doctor Doppler / captain Amelia

Back to the Future ❌

first movie of the trilogy

Marty McFly / Emmett Brown / George McFly / Lorraine Baines (McFly)

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

seasons 1-4

Sabrina Spellman / Ambrose Spellman / Zelda Spellman / Hilda Spellman / Nicholas Scratch / Harvey Kinkle / Prudence Blackwood

Gotham

seasons 1-5

Jim Gordon / Harvey Bullock / Bruce Wayne ❌ / Alfred Pennyworth / Selina Kyle ❌ / Ivy Pepper ❌ / Edward Nygma / Oswald Cobblepot / Barbara Kean / Fish Mooney / Lucius Fox / Lee Thompkins / Butch Gilzean / Victor Zsasz / Theo Galavan / Tabitha Galavan / Jervis Tetch / Jonathan Crane / Jerome Valeska / Jeremiah Valeska

Harry Potter ❌

7 books + 8 movies (original series)

Harry Potter / Hermione Granger / Ron Weasley / Fred Weasley / George Weasley / Ginny Weasley / Bill Weasley / Charlie Weasley / Percy Weasley / Lee Jordan / Neville Longbottom / Luna Lovegood / Seamus Finnigan / Dean Thomas / Oliver Wood / Nymphadora Tonks / Remus Lupin / Severus Snape / Sirius Black / James Potter / Lily Evans

Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU)

Phase One movies

Tony Stark / Bruce Banner / Thor / Loki / Steve Rogers / James “Bucky” Barnes / Natasha Romanoff / Clint Barton

Once Upon a Time

season 1

Rumplestiltskin (Mr Gold) / Jefferson (The Mad Hatter) / Snow White (Mary Margaret Blanchard) / David Nolan (Prince Charming) / Ruby Lucas

Pirates of the Caribbean

movies 1-3

Jack Sparrow / Hector Barbossa / Joshamee Gibbs / Will Turner / Elizabeth Swann / James Norrington / Cutler Beckett / Davy Jones / Pintel / Ragetti

Stranger Things

seasons 1-4

Mike Wheeler ❌ / Dustin Henderson ❌ / Lucas Sinclair ❌ / Will Byers ❌ / Eleven Hopper ❌ / Max Mayfield ❌ / Nancy Wheeler / Steve Harrington / Jonathan Byers / Joyce Byers / Jim Hopper / Bob Newby / Murray Bauman / Alexei / Robin Buckley / Eddie Munson / Dmitri Antonov / Martin Brenner

The Alienist

season 1

Laszlo Kreizler / John Moore / Sara Howard / Lucius Isaacson / Marcus Isaacson

The Book Thief ❌

the book + the movie

Liesel Meminger / Rudy Steiner / Max Vandenburg

The Chronicles of Narnia ❌

7 books + 3 Disney movies

Peter Pevensie / Susan Pevensie / Edmund Pevensie / Lucy Pevensie / Caspian X

The End Of The F***ing World ❌

seasons 1-2

Alyssa / James

The Hunger Games

book trilogy + the adaptations + the prequel

Katniss Everdeen / Primrose Everdeen ❌ / Peeta Mellark / Haymitch Abernathy / Johanna Mason / Gale Hawthorne / Finnick Odair / Coriolanus Snow ❌

The Rain

seasons 1-3

Simone Andersen / Rasmus Andersen / Martin / Patrick / Jean / Lea / Beatrice

Possible future fandoms

→ fandoms in italics were recommended to me in some way

American Gods

Dark

Fear Street

Fleabag

Lord of the Rings

Peaky Blinders

Shadow and Bone

The Haunting of the Hill House

The Queen’s Gambit

The Witcher

We Have Always Lived in the Castle

We Hunt The Flame/We Free The Stars

Old fandoms

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Maniac

Ragnarok

The Umbrella Academy

Tribes of Europa

[personalarsonist]

Characters from various medias (a good amount from horror movies or shows) that I had a crush on as a kid and crushes have as an adult that makes wonder wtf my sexuality is:

Sorry in advance because this is gonna be a long post...

Females:

Carrie White (Carrie, both versions 1976 & 2013)

Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body)

Anita "Needy" Lesnicki (Jennifer's Body)

Baby Firefly (House of 1000 Corpses)

Tiffany Valentine (The Bride of Chucky)

Janus "Alice" Prospero (Action/Horror movie Resident Evil)

Selene (Action/horror(?) movie based off of Marvel Comic/Comic book: Underworld)

Princess Leia (Star Wars)

Sarah Connor (Terminator)

Princess Diana/Diana Prince/Wonder Woman (Wonder Woman)

Laurie Strode (Halloween, 1978)

Yamazaki Asami (Audition, 1998)

The Bride/Beatrix Kiddo (Kill Bill/The Bride)

Tia Dalma (Pirates of the Caribbean Dead Man's Chest)

Marie Laveau (American Horror Story Coven)

Ramona Royale (American Horror Story Hotel (Honestly Angela Bassett is hot and gorgeous in general ))

Sally Hardesty (Texas Chainsaw Massacre 1974)

Vanita "Stretch" Brock (Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 1986)

Elvira (Elvira, Mistress of the Dark)

Vampira (The Vampira Show, Vampira 1974 & 1994)

Lily Munster (The Munsters)

Star (The Lost Boys 1998)

Morticia Addams (The Addams Family 1964, 1991 & 1993)

Wednesday Addams (The Addams Family 1964, 1991 & 1993)

Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice)

Cat Woman/Selena Kyle (Batman Comics and The Gotham City Sirens)

Poison Ivy/ Dr. Pamela Isley (Batman Comics and Gotham City Sirens)

Harley Quinn/ Dr. Harleen Quinzel (Batman Comics, Gotham City Sirens, Suicide Squad and Harley Quinn Comics)

Robin Buckley (Stranger Things)

Heather Holloway (Stranger Things)

Veronica Sawyer (The Heathers, had crushes collectively on these characters)

Heather Chandler (The Heathers)

Heather Duke (The Heathers)

Heather McNamara (The Heathers)

Bellatrix Lestrange (Harry Potter)

Lady (Devil May Cry)

Trish (Devil May Cry)

Zarya/Aleksandra Zaryanova (Overwatch)

Sombra/Olivia Colomar (Overwatch)

Brigitte Lindholm (Overwatch)

Mercy/Dr. Angela Ziegler (Overwatch)

Pharah/Farheeha Amari (Overwatch)

Symmetra/Satya Vaswani (Overwatch, Okay,look Overwatch ladies make me go absolutely feral)

Widowmaker/Amélie Lacroix (Overwatch)

Tracer/Lena Oxton (Overwatch)

D.VA/Hana Song (Overwatch)

Mei-Ling Zhou (Overwatch)

Ana Amari (Overwatch)

Elizabeth Caledonia "Calamity" Ashe (Overwatch)

Moira O'Deorain (Overwatch)

Yamamura Sadako (The Ring)

Males:

Thomas Hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2003 & Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning 2006, and Texas Chainsaw Massacre Comics (such as About a Boy))

Michael Myers (Halloween 1978 & Halloween 2007/2009)

Bubba Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre 1974, 1986,1990)

Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader (Star Wars)

The Yautja (Predator)

David (The Lost Boys)

Dwyane (The Lost Boys)

Paul (The Lost Boys)

Marko (The Lost Boys)

Michael Emerson (The Lost Boys, I actually had a crush on the teen vamps collectively as a kid and kinda still do)

Asa Emory (The Collector & The Collection)

Jason Vorhees (Friday the 13th (all))

Billy Loomis/Ghostface (Scream)

Stu Macher/Ghostface (Scream)

Billy Lenz (Black Christmas 1974)

Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

Jason Dean/JD (The Heathers)

Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter)

Dante Sparta (Devil May Cry)

Jason Todd/Robin/Red Hood (Batman, Teen Titans, The Outlaws/The Dark Trinity)

Leon S. Kennedy (Resident Evil)

James "Jem" Carstairs (The Infernal Devices)

William "Will" Herondale (The Infernal Devices)

Magnus Bane (The Bane Chronicles, The Infernal Devices, The Mortal Instruments)

Bo Sinclair (House of Wax 2005)

Jesse McCree (Overwatch)

Gabriel Reyes/Reaper (Overwatch)

Shimida Hanzo (Overwatch)

Shimida Genji (Overwatch)

Blade (Blade, Blade 2, Blade Trinity)

Okita (Soji?) Souji (Hakuouki)

Harada Sanosuke (Hakuouki)

Nagakura Shinpachi (Hakuouki (technically all Japanese names should have surnames first))

Sorry for the long post.

Inspired by the horror movie girl crushes post by @0shark-babe0

Edit: added more characters I heavily like too much and this list is by no means organized or numbered from most favorites to least, even though I put my most favorite male at the top of the guys list.

[inkluvs]

dancing in a snowglobe - s.h.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

a/n: originally posted on april 11th || (original a/n) i'm posting this before i can start overthinking it sooo yeah <3 also @forevermoreharrington , @sweetbabygirlsworld , @mothymunson , @livingintheupsidedown , and @crappymixtape all proof read parts of it <3 || (1.9k)

warnings: eventual smut. kissing. petnames(baby ; honey ; etc).

summary: you're snowed in with steve. friends to lovers (1.9k)

A pale stream of sunlight poured in through the window leaving you disoriented as you stirred awake. Last time you checked you didn’t have a window adjacent to your bed, nor was it usually this warm in the morning. You thought back to the previous night and the only thing you could recollect was an all-consuming ringing in your ears. Unable to recall anything of substance, you pushed the covers down and sat up slowly, swinging your legs over the side when you were sure you wouldn’t get dizzy. Your eyes focused on the walls painted a mint green color, and what had happened last night seemed to finally click in your mind. You’d fallen asleep at Steve’s last night, the alcohol you’d consumed leaving you unable to drive home, though you didn’t remember falling asleep in that bedroom.

The walls in the hallway were gray with white trimming along the top. The house seemed oddly unlike him, the only signs that he’d even lived there being the scratches on the wall that he’d undoubtedly made as a child. There were windows on either side of the hallway with beige curtains pulled to the side. You looked out the window to see your car parked in the driveway and the road covered in snow.

It’s snowing. How did you fail to notice that before? Was that on the forecast? You pushed that thought away for a few minutes, opting to worry about that later.

Steve was already downstairs, the smell of his cooking making its way up the stairs along with the soft crackle of the fireplace. He turned down the stove at the sound of your footsteps, turning around to face you a moment later. 

“D’you sleep okay?” 

Somehow, Steve seemed softer in the mornings, his old t-shirt not quite covering his tummy as he reached over to grab a plate.

“Yeah,” you paused, “I don't remember falling asleep there though.” Steve stayed quiet for a minute, like a child who’d done something wrong and had been caught in the process. You’d assumed that you’d fallen asleep there and forgotten but something about the way Steve was looking at you, his honey-brown eyes twinkling with fondness, made you change your mind.

“I carried you there,” he said softly, “is that okay? thought you wouldn’t want to sleep on the couch and I didn’t wanna wake you up…” You nodded with a smile and he seemed to deflate with relief.

“d’you wanna eat anything?” You nodded again and he smiled, flipping the pancake on the stove before putting it on the plate. He handed you the plate and you sat down, watching Steve move around the kitchen with a smile. For a second you let yourself indulge in the domesticity of that moment, let yourself believe that this was more than what it was, your friend doing a nice thing for you.

Do friends do this for one another?

You ignored the thought, grabbing syrup and pouring it on the pancakes before grabbing your silverware. Steve joined you a few minutes later, setting down his plate and a plate of sliced fruit before he sat down. His eyebrows puckered once he noticed you hadn’t started yet.

“You didn’t have to wait for me babe,” he frowned. You didn’t know why, but your heart swelled at the nickname. Maybe it was the ease with which it fell from his tongue. The way it came so easily to him to treat you like something delicate and fragile. It was the way you felt yourself melting at the word.

“I wanted to,” you paused, “it felt wrong to start without you.”

In complete honesty, you’d gotten distracted watching him. Trying to memorize every little habit of his in the morning to make the moment last longer. Something about him had you completely and utterly bewitched. The way he would hum softly to the record he had playing in the background soothing you.

You ate in silence for a few minutes, both of you looking up every so often only to see the other doing the same. The only thing you could hear was the scraping of cutlery against ceramic plates. Steve was the one who penetrated the silence, the scrape of his chair legs against the ground making him wince as he stood up. You followed suit a few minutes after, setting your plate and utensils in the sink before washing your hands.

“it’s snowing” He regretted the words as soon as they fell from his lips. You didn’t give him much time to mull it over though, relieved that he’d been the one to start a conversation as you nodded.

“It’s pretty,”

He smiled. 

“You think?”

“Almost distracts you from the fact that you’re snowed in.” 

It was true. Somehow he’d gotten through breakfast and the majority of this conversation without thinking about that. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to spend time with you, he did. In fact, he’d dreamed about having a morning similar to this one with you for a while. But all Steve could think about was how right it felt to see you in his kitchen. To see you leaning against the counter as you messed with the hem of your shirt. He tore his eyes away from yours and you did the same, somehow able to sense the nature of his thoughts. Unable to continue the conversation, Steve excused himself to clean, which. in his mind, wasn’t a lie. The kitchen was a mess from last night. So much so that you couldn’t believe you didn’t notice it earlier. You stood there for a few moments before following, deciding that he would need your help considering the state of his house.

By the time you were finished, the both of you were exhausted. The dust that was stirred up made Steve sneeze, and still, he insisted on taking the vacuum cleaner from you, insisting that you’d already done enough. You know he didn't have any ill intentions in doing so, in fact, you couldn’t help but daydream about that moment.

Your back is pressed against his torso, and the warmth from his skin was seeping into yours through your shirt as he whispered to you, “Honey, you know you don’t have to.”

“I want to,” you said simply. You could feel the vibrations in his chest as he spoke softly. 

“You've done lots already, let me help,” It was a sort of back and forth, a dance with one hand tied behind your back as the both of you refused to acknowledge what was obviously there. At some point you let him have it, turning around to face him only to realize you’d overestimated the distance between the both of you. Your breath hitched and for a moment, so short that you thought you imagined it, you could see a flicker of want in his eyes. He stood there, his gaze lingering just a second too long on your lips before he swallowed and he stepped back to give you space.

He’d wanted to kiss you and you knew it. You could see it in the bob of his adam’s apple as he swallowed. Could feel it in the way his heartbeat had quickened when your chest was pressed against his. And all you could think was why? Why didn’t he kiss you? Why did he ask if you wanted to share his bed? Why had you agreed? Granted he could see you shivering and this is something that you’d wanted forever but it didn't stop you from wondering.

“what’s on your mind?” His voice was soft, so soft, sweet even. His palm was flat against your back, leaving little room between the two of you as his scent, the faint smell of hairspray, consumed your senses. You couldn’t help but wonder how. How he could lay next to you and pretend nothing had happened. Have the warmth of his body seeping into your skin and be okay.

“Can I ask you something?”

“you just did babe,” a childlike smile made its way onto his lips. You fought the urge to mirror it.

“Steve you know what I meant,”

“You can ask me whatever you want, sweet.”

“Why didn’t you kiss me earlier?” you wondered, “we both wanted to so why didn’t you?”

“oh honey, I—” Your chest ached at the endearment.

“And why do you keep calling me that if you don’t want me?”

“What made you think I don’t want you?” 

“Steve–”

“I want you babe, I’ve been wanting you, so much it hurts. As for your other question, I got scared.”  

His voice got quiet, as if he were ashamed to admit it. Years later he’d explain to you that it all felt more real as he said the last word. Like the entire conversation had been a dream and he’d only now come to realize that the rise and fall of your chest underneath his palm was real. Nonetheless, you went quiet at his words, rewriting the situation in your mind according to the new piece of information you’d gotten.

“You got scared?”

“Mhm”

“you scared now?” he shook his head and you smiled, “then what's stopping you”

His lips were featherlight against yours, one hand holding your jaw like you were something delicate and fragile. Like you would shatter in his hands. It was all-consuming and barely there at the same time and you couldn’t help wanting more.

“Steve,” you pulled away for a second and he pouted at the loss of you, “More, please.”

“You sure?” 

You nodded.

“Words baby I need words.”

“Please, I need you,” That seemed to be good enough for him as his thumb dipped under the waistband of your shorts. The sound that you let out was soft and high-pitched, something between a gasp and a moan when his thumb met your clit.

“That’s cute,” he paused, “do that again for me ‘kay?”

He slotted one of his legs between yours before slipping one of his fingers into you. Your breath hitched in your throat and Steve smiled. It was all a haze, the feel of his skin against yours making you dizzy

“This okay?” He pushed another inside you, the slight stretch making you whimper as it toed the line between pain and pleasure.

“mhm,” He pumped his fingers into you lazily, your slick leaking on his hands and wrist. He had his fingers curled to hit that spot inside you that had you seeing stars. 

“Steve” you cried. His mouth fell open at your words, and he swore he’d died and gone to heaven. He quickened the pace of his fingers, and you clenched around him, becoming increasingly desperate for your release.

“God you have no idea how much I’ve been wanting this,” It was lewd really, the way Steve talked to you. The way you could feel his smile against your neck at every little sound you made. The way you could feel his hard cock twitch against your back. The knot in your tummy seemed to tighten as your walls did the same around his fingers.

“That’s it,” his voice was low, the words whispered against the column of your throat, “cum for me honey I know you can.” A mixture of whimpers and whines and his name tumbled past your lips as Steve coaxed you through your orgasm.

“You’re so pretty baby” he mumbled, “you think you can do that again?”

[azazelsins]

Claire Standish    -    The Breakfast Club    -    Madelaine Petsch fc Lydia Deetz    -    Beetlejuice    -    Winona Ryder fc Caroline Forbes    -    Vampire Diaries    -    Lucy Fry/Candice Accola fc Damon Salvatore    -    Vampire Diaries    -    Dominic Sherwood/Ian Somerhalder fc Elizabeth Swann    -    Pirates of the Caribbean    -    Keira Knightley fc Gamora    -    Guardian’s of the Galaxy    -    Zoe Saldana fc Harley Quinn    -    Suicide Squad    -    Margot Robbie fc Katherine Pierce    -    Vampire Diaries    -    Samara Weaving fc ( book version ) Poison Ivy    -    Batman    -    Uma Thurman fc Elena Gilbert    -    Vampire Diaries    -    Naomi Scott/Nina Dobreva fc Stiles Stilinski ( void! )    -    Teen Wolf    -    Dylan O’brien fc Addison Carver    -    Z Nation    -    Anastasia Baranova/Eliza Taylor fc Alice    -    Resident Evil franchise    -    Milla Jovovich fc Buffy Summers    -    Buffy the Vampire Slayer    -    Sarah Michelle Gellar fc Letitia Ortiz    -    Fast and the Furious franchise    -    Michelle Rodriguez fc Sarah Williams    -    The Labyrinth    -    Jennifer Connelly fc Ripper!Stefan Salvatore    -    Vampire Diaries    -     Paul Wesley fc

TEST MUSES

Elijah Mikaelson    -    Vampire Diaries    -     Daniel Gillies fc  Ursula Sanford    -    Supernatural    -     Riley Voelkel fc  Tatia Petrova    -    Vampire Diaries    -     Naomi Scott/Nina Dobreva fc Selina Kyle    -    Batman    -    undecided fc Wynonna Earp    -    Wynnona Earp    -    Melanie Scrofano fc Jo Harvelle    -    Supernatural    -    Alona Tal fc Winifred Earp    -    Wynonna Earp    -    undecided fc Phoebe Halliwell    -    Charmed    -    Alyssa Milano fc Leeloo    -    The Fifth Element    -    Milla Jovovich fc  Steve Harrington    -    Stranger Things    -    Joe Keery fc Billy Hargrove    -    Stranger Things    -    Dacre Montgomery fc 

&& OTHERS TO BE ANNOUNCED AT A LATER DATE

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old money!steve who's obsessed with spoiling you.

old money!steve who'll see you eyeing a piece of jewelry as you walk by a store and he's all, "let's go in baby," and he's got that smile on his face that he knows you can't say no to. you inevitably end up walking by the jewelry and you're trying to ignore it despite the fact that you want it because you felt bad that steve was always spoiling you. steve, however, stops in front of it and stares at the detailing in the jewelery. "pretty right?" he murmurs and you nod, "it'd look good on you." and you stare at him for a moment before saying, "you think so?" he nods and you already know what he's thinking. you suck your teeth before saying, "steve" "hm?" "baby you can't get this for me" "why not?" you hold your breath for a few seconds before replying, "i haven't done anything to deserve this," he looks at you, his brows puckered. "baby what do you mean?" "i mean," you pause to consider your answer, "steve you've already given me so much," his face falls at thought, "honey i like spoiling you" you smile and say, "yeah?" he nods, "if i could give you the world i would." the honey brown irises of his eyes are twinkling. "can i please get you this?"

for u @ghostlyfleur my love <3

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New follower and I’m obsessed!

Mid-July

Mutual masturbation while camping in a tent

Steve Harrington

pretty

a/n: ur so fucking sweet i'm so sorry it took me so long to get to this </3 i hope u like it !!! tw: SMUT(18+) ; mutual masturbation ; kinda pervy steve? not sure (0.4k)

steve harrington x fem! reader

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A soft grunt makes its way from Steve’s lips, his palm rubbing against the obvious bulge in his jeans. He twists and turns on his back as he tries to find a position that eases some of the tension, the hard ground underneath your shared tent doing nothing to help. A camping trip with you would be difficult, he knew that. What he didn’t know was exactly how short the shorts you would wear are. Though he did imagine(more times than he’d care to admit) he thinks his imagination can’t possibly perfectly capture the way the fabric hugs the curve of your ass, the soft fat warm as it presses against his own. After all, you wouldn't want him to run cold, right?

You stir at his noises and he freezes, thumb dancing along the button of the denim.

“You got pretty moans. Always thought you would but it’s nice to be sure.” Your eyes are still shut, your cheek pressed into your pillow so he can’t see your grin.

His cheeks flush pink. “Wh–”

“You really aren’t subtle, tossing and turning like that, almost thought you were havin’ a bad dream till I heard that noise.”

Steve can’t deny that his jeans seem to tighten at your words. His hand pushes underneath just barely, his breath hitching as he grazes his cock.

“You can take ‘em off if they’re bothering you, won’t bother me.” You curse yourself at how eager you sound. 

Steve’s chest rises and falls more quickly after that, finally managing to pop open the button before saying, “You’re really okay with this?”

You nod and he slides his boxers down with the rough material, his cock thick and hard against his stomach. Steve can feel you staring at him and a fire lights under his skin. Your lips are parted, saliva pooling on your tongue as his hand wraps around his cock.

“Pretty.” Your voice is breathy and your fingers slip under the waistband of those damn shorts.

“You can take ‘em off if they’re bothering you.” 

“Shut up.” He grins, cocky and wide and much too proud of himself. 

You shove your shorts down and his grin falters into a gasp, his eyebrows pinched as he stares. 

His palm starts to stroke his cock and you press your thumb against your clit, eliciting a soft whine.

“Pretty.” He repeats.

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sunburnt

cowboy!steve harrington x reader

content warnings: super fast paced ; fake dating ; they r exes ; uhhh forced proximity i think ; most likely inaccurate southern slang ; (2.0k)

summary: steve and you broke up a few years ago. but you live in a small town, and when you bump into him this time round, you’re told to go for it, or him, perhaps

a/n: ok this is v short just a baby one shot that i’ve been hoarding in my drafts for way too long <3 thank u for reading xoxo

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Steve’s nose is dusted pink, the freckled skin sunburnt from one too many times in the heat without protection. His lips are twisted into a smile. The kind that feels rare. The kind that has the same effect on you as a shooting star or an eclipse. You have to stop and stare for just a moment, turning the smile on his face from one of joy to the teasing kind. 

The way you’re staring isn’t rude in any way, just more intense, full of the need to pull at the seams of his very being to figure out how he is who he is; To figure out how the same person, who’d been cooing at a puppy a moment ago, a furry tiny thing, can now be staring back at you with the same intensity, his mouth opening, and closing as he does so. 

The leather hat on his head is a faded brown, clearly well-loved over the years. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, taking with it any hope that he’ll say something — anything.

It’s laughable really, the way that even after all these years you still find yourself staring. That you stayed there. In that fancy restaurant with the fizzy drink you ordered on your left-hand side and the boy, you’d just been staring at in front of you. He was younger, his hair darker and his skin lacking the freckles he’d gain in the years to come.

You stayed there.

In the way Steve put his hand on yours when the words left his lips. The same lips that’d kissed you so many times you’d lost count. The same lips that’d mouthed at the slope of your cheek every time you smiled because he thought it was endearing. 

Your memory isn’t that great really, but somehow you’d managed to engrave every detail of that moment into your mind, down to how Steve’s voice had lifted at the end of each sentence. Like he was asking you a question rather than informing you of something. Like if you’d begged he would’ve listened. 

You thought about it — about pleading with him to stay and asking him what went wrong, convincing yourself for a while that closure was what you needed. But it didn’t seem to matter now. 

No amount of closure could truly satisfy you and time had taught you that. No amount of closure would prevent bumping into him at the grocery store or the way heat still blossomed in your chest when he looked at you. No amount, you’d decided, would fill the gap he’d left in his wake.

“You’re starin’,” the voice comes from beside you, a little boy whose face you only half recognize, “my Ma says it isn’t nice to stare.”

“Yeah?” he nods, “tell your Ma it’s only rude if they catch you.” The boy grins and turns around, no doubt running home to tell his mother what you had said. You imagine she’d laugh at that, shuddering and failing to hide a smile as she tells off the boy for believing such things. The boy would then nod in confusion. Perplexed as to the way his mother’s words and expression contradicted each other, and that would be the end of that. You assume so at least.

What you don’t expect, however, is the boy coming back a few minutes later, this time tapping the man you’d just been staring at on the shoulder. A part of you wants to call out, to stop the boy from saying something he doesn’t know the consequences of, but one small foreign part of you tells you that he knows exactly what he’s doing. The boy points at you and there’s that smile again splitting Steve’s cheeks, the kind that lights a fire underneath your skin, slowly melting you like wax from the inside out. Steve pushes his hand down quickly, checking to see if you’d noticed before turning back.

“Your Ma ever told you that pointing is rude?”

“She says it’s only rude if they catch you.” Laughter bubbles in your chest like water in a tea kettle and you try your best to suppress it, a huff of laughter making its way from your throat instead. 

“Think this one already has,” Steve gently lifts the boy's hand with his index finger until he was pointing to you again, “Look.”

“Talk to her then.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, though to anyone else it might have been. The concept seems foreign to Steve – you haven’t been in his life for years now so why would he bother changing it now?

“What?” 

“She was just starin’ at you, it only makes sense.” 

“Guess it does,” he lets go of the hand in his, his eyes flitting from yours, now looking back at him, to the encouraging ones of the boy in front of him.

“You’re stalling,” he observes, “why are you stalling?’

“I am not stalling,”

“Why are you here,” Steve tilts his head, as if to say, fair point, before turning back to you. A shiver ripples through his spine, distributing all of his nervous energy to the tips of his fingers and toes. 

One foot in front of the other, he decides. He stepped forward, his right foot now an inch closer to you, then his left, and before he knows it he was tapping on your shoulder.

“Long time,” 

“Wonder why that is,” he almost smiled at that. After all these years, you’re the same. The same tendency to speak before thinking that he had adored at some point, the same crinkle in your nose he’d grown fond of years ago. 

“Sorry,” 

“Don’t go ‘round saying things you don’t mean”

“I do—“

“You don’t.” There is a sort of weary resignation in your voice, the kind that showcases the years you spent wondering what you’d done wrong. He isn’t sorry, and he would make the same decision over and over if he was given the same options today.

His lips part ever so slightly, heart-shaped and pink, “you see the boy over there,” his words topple on top of one another as he rushes to change the topic, “little shit pushed me in this direction, something about it only making sense.”

“Figured,” you pause, considering your next words, “did the same to me.”

“D’you think he’ll notice if we go our separate ways?”

“I think he’d grab us by our ears and push us together like dolls.”

“Doubt he’d be able to reach our ears.” He says, his voice lifting with a crack of humor.

You’re laughing now, a lovely sound he doesn’t realize he missed until he heard it. “Our ankles then.” 

“So we're stuck?”

“Don’t act like this is the worst thing in the world,” you smile. “There were times when you’d pay to be near me.”

“Still would peach,” he murmurs. “S’just an observation.”

“An observation hm?” Steve nods. “What else is an observation?”

He ponders the question for a moment. “You haven’t changed at all, same attitude and tongue like a whip.” That he’d always adored, he wanted to add, but he didn’t, no point in telling you things he’d told you multiple times before. No point in reminding you of things he’d rather not think about. 

“Yeah?” Steve hums in agreement, “And what gives you that impression?”

“The boy,” his voice is low, both rough and smooth in a way that made your skin burn, “when he pointed to you, I asked him if he’d ever been told by his Ma pointing is rude, y’know what he said?” 

You do. “No.”

“He said ‘s only rude if they catch you,” his breath is warm against your neck and suddenly you realize he’s gotten closer to you, “and something tells me his Ma isn’t the one who taught him that.”

“Why would you think that?” 

The corners of his mouth twitch and you mirror him, your tongue darting out to wet your lips. He swallows in a desperate attempt to stifle his laughter, failing a moment later. He’s right. You haven’t changed and you haven’t yet decided if you like that or not. 

He looks at his wrist, as if to check his watch, only to find the skin bare, a slight tan line apparent from hours spent in the sun. His face falls.

“Lost your watch?” you inquire. Steve adores that watch more than anything, though you can never figure out why. You just assume it was a gift of some sort.

“Stolen,” he mutters.

Your lips form an ‘o’ shape for a moment before breaking eye contact, “‘s about to be dark anyways,”

“I’ll see ya later then? Tomorrow?” You can hear the grin in his voice. You can hear it in the way his voice twisted into a pretty breathy noise at the end of his question, hope tainting his tone.

“You askin’ me out Harrington?”

“Depends,” he tapped his chin and you bit your tongue to hold back any remark you’d later regret, instead taking his bait.

“On what?” You wouldn’t ever tell him but you had the incomprehensible urge to squeeze him then, when his grin got wider and his cheeks split with the force of it. To make sure that this moment has substance and it isn’t something you conjured up in your free time.

“D’you want me to?” 

“Think the kid’s boutta answer for me,” his brows pucker, “So yes, for the boy.” You decide.

“For the boy.” He agrees.

“Till tomorrow then?” 

“Till tomorrow.” He agrees. There’s a sort of unspoken agreement between the two of you. Treat whatever it is that there still is between you like it doesn’t exist. Assume that every interaction from now on would be for the boy. No matter how much you enjoy it, it couldn’t possibly be because you want it. Ridiculous.

-

He follows through the next day, though you half didn’t expect him to, opening the door to find Steve all dressed up with lavender in a bouquet. You tell him you’re just finishing your hair—you hadn’t even started. Steve can tell, noticing the familiar frantic note in your voice.

“Take as long as you want, yeah? I’ll be right here.” 

The sweet smell of flowers travels down the hallway and reaches the bathroom. Heat blossoms in your chest and rolls over your skin, filling you until your cheeks are full of warmth. You’re out about 30 minutes later, haphazardly pulling a confused Steve into the bathroom to help you pick a necklace.

“Honey, couldn't you have shown me this out there?” He whispers after pointing to a piece of jewelry. 

“Didn’t think of that then,” you turn around and hand both ends of the chain to him before continuing.

“D’you get here okay?”

It’s a dumb question and you know it. He loves less than 10 minutes from you and he’s been to yours more times than you can count. But he indulges you.

“For the most part yeah, rode through a storm or two though.” You can feel a huff of his laughter against your neck as he fiddles with the clasp. Steve had never been good with chains and clasps smaller than his fingers, having grown accustomed to thick ropes and metal and leather reins.

“Oh?” Your lips quirk at the corners. “D’you dry off before you came in?”

“Of course, wouldn’t wanna get mud all on your floor now would I darlin’.” His tongue pokes out of the corner of his lips as he focuses, exhaling suddenly as he finally connects the clasps. “S’that it?”

Your thumb and index feel at the little chain links, searching for the clasp. “You know what?” You smile.

He mirrors it. “What?”

“I think you might’ve done it. Well done, Steve.”

“Did I?” He adjusts the necklace. “Maybe I did.”

“That’s what I like to call growth Harrington.”

“Yeah?” His voice is warm with affection. Positive reinforcement always did wonders for the boy.

You hum your approval, “Last time I asked you couldn’t even undo the latch when I handed it to you.”

“Last time you asked I was 17 and dumb.” His tone is flat like you’d struck a nerve. You aren’t exactly sure why—he’d brought your separation on himself. 

“‘m not exactly sure being able to successfully put on a necklace is what measures intelligence.” He smiles, your attempt to lighten the air having been successful. One day you’ll tell him that you only ask him to help with your clasps because the fire it lit under the skin of your neck was an addictive one. No matter how much time apart you’d spent and how bad he is at it you couldn’t help but crave it. But today isn’t that day.

“Couldn’t tell the difference between a stallion and a mare.”

“Steve, I still can’t do that.”

“Shit like that is part of my job peach.” His voice drops to a dramatic whisper. “Though if you really need to know you could always look at the underside. ‘s pretty foolproof.”

A puff of laughter erupts from your throat. “Steve ‘m gonna ask you somethin’ and you gotta be honest.”

“Shoot.” He seems to know what you’re planning on asking him, warmth flushing his cheeks even before your lips part

“How many times have you done that?”

“Oh come on darlin’ now you’re just tryin’ to embarrass me.”

You smile and his cheeks flush with warmth

“You need humblin’ every so often, I'm just taking it into my own hands.”

“You want me to be honest?” You nod and his voice drops to a whisper, “A lot. More than you would believe.”

“Makes sense. You were always real good at limbo.”

He laughs at that. “You think I’m good at limbo all ‘cause of looking at a horse's underside?”

“You said it, not me.” 

His heart is filled with sticky sweet adoration, the feeling running through his veins and under his skin. “I’ve missed you, peach.”

“You gonna take me out first or not Harrington?”

“How could I possibly forget with you lookin’ like that? You all dolled up just for me?” He tips his head forward, the brim of his hat eye level with you as he takes your hand in his.

You press your hand to your chest, a little dramatic but that’s the point. “Who else would I look like this for, hm?”

Steve grins, the kind that’s gorgeous and just a bit too cocky and you love it. He tugs you out the door with that, unlocking his car and opening the passenger side door before getting in himself.

“Say, the storm you rode through, which horse got stuck in it with you.”

“Think it’s the one you named, Cinnamon.”

“You went through with naming that poor horse, Cinnamon? Steven, it was a drunken suggestion.” He laughs, warm and low.

“Cinnamon doesn’t mind it, I’ll tell ya a secret though,” his voice lowers to a whisper, “I think Nutmeg despises her for it. The whole spice thing.”

“Stole Nutmeg’s thing hm?”

“‘s what she says.”

Your finger trails up the length of his arm, connecting freckles on tanned skin. “‘s romantic y’know, riding the horse I named to my house.”

“Of course it is, I came up with it.” You tilt your head and lift a brow. He laughs. “Not without your help of course.”

You hate how much you perk up when he says that. You hate how much you want yourself to hate him but you can’t bring yourself to, because no matter how many times you thought over the way Steve left you however many years ago, he still has you. And you still have him. And neither of you want to say it, but in this moment the boy that's brought you together couldn’t be further from your mind.

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steve harrington x shy!coquette!reader

eager much

babee this is was so fun to write i hope u like this <3 tw: making out, allusions to sex (0.2k)

steve harrington x fem! reader

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Your legs are swung over Steve’s thighs, the coarse hair rubbing against your soft skin. You don’t mind it, really, the sensation toeing the line of pleasure and pain. His thumbs are rubbing circles into the fat, slipping underneath the hem of your pretty white dress. He adores the detailing on it, intricate lacing covering the dainty thing, reaching just underneath the curve of your ass. Heat rises to your skin wherever he touches it and he seems to take pride in knowing that. Sliding his palm up your leg just that inch more to see heat blossom in your chest. 

His eyes flick back and forth from you, your eyes stuck to whatever book you’d had in your hand, and the screen. You weren’t really reading anything and he knew it. Your eyes had stopped taking over the pages as soon as his hands had first started moving up on the skin of your thighs. It continued like that for a few minutes, looking at each other when you assumed the other wasn’t, until he gave up on resisting.

“Alright, c’mere,” He grips the fat of your thighs, large palms pulling you towards him. His thumb skims under your dress, brushing over your hip bone as he presses his lips against yours.

You pull away to whisper, “Eager much?” 

He groans, as if to say, obviously. Your chest swells with some amount of pride at the effect you had on him. Your big strong boyfriend melting in the palm of your hand because your skin had been touching his, and the fact that he could only resist for so long. Pulling you close to him in record time.

You wouldn’t change it for anything.

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steve harrington x shy!reader, maybe friends to lovers?

i've got others

ok harmo i lowk forgot the friends to lovers part </3 i hope u like this anyways though i had lots of fun writing this <3 tw: steve's an idiot and i love him ; not proofread ; (0.3k)

steve harrington x fem! reader

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Steve’s arms, biceps wide and strong as they wrap around your torso, are freckled. Tanned hands splaying over your tummy as you run your hands under the sink for what must be the tenth time. You don’t mean to, you’d just gotten distracted by his unbridled affection and the warmth from his body seeping into yours.

“Steve,” His palms knead at the soft flesh. You can feel heat blossoming in your chest. “What’re you up to?”

He groans. Not out of any inconvenience or malice, more so that pulling his lips away from the already darkening bruise on your neck was the worst fate the universe had to offer—but he does.

“Can’t I love on you?” He huffs. 

You think it’s adorable.

“While I’m in the bathroom?” 

He pouts, the expression paired with a petulant whine; You give in.

You never admit it but you love it when he gets like this; when it seems like he could climb inside your skin and you still wouldn’t be close enough. Steve enjoys it too—though in a different way. He adores seeing your lips twitch as you hold back laughter. He loves having his palm roam up and down your sides as you giggle, a pretty noise, and turn around eventually, wet hands making his shirt damp. He’d let you drench any one of his shirts for the way you kiss him after. Soft and sweet and a little bit shy, a stark contrast to the way he’s been touching you. You held him like he’d break in the palm of your hand. Like if you gripped just a bit too hard the muscles in his torso would crumble. 

He adores it.

“Your shirt.” You let go of the fabric, wringing your knuckles together as your eyebrows pucker in concern. 

Steve wants to kiss it. “I’ve got others, haven't I?” He does.