#you put a spell on me

[thegoodmorningman]

Believe in The Magic of The Morning ☀️🧙🏼‍♂️✌🏼

[meep-meep-richie]

❛ 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘈𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 ❜ You Put A Spell On Me || Buck & Tommy [+ 7x05]

[go-catch-a-chickn]

If this isn't Andrew "you're a pipedream" Minyard about Neil "i'm tired of being nothing" Josten

[poetrybyonur]

On days you forget how magical you really are, I will be here to remind you of all the stardust stirring inside you.

(This is the caption of a poem I posted last year that I made into a stand alone piece. The original poem is now in my caption.)

[deadly-nightshade-5]

You put a spell on me...

You better stop these games

It's a matter of time

Before I hunt you down

Grab your chin

And kiss your lips

Then you bring me back

I lay you down

And grab your hips

And we lose all control...

[porchlightfairy]

You Put A Spell On Me (ch. 7)

a/n: I updated a cute smaller moodboard. New Ophelia, new Steve, new everything! Thank you for reading! If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know. I have no idea how long this series is going to be. maybe one or two chapters? Let me know if you like it!

word count: 1.5k+

pairing: steve x black!oc (Ophelia)

chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,

Chapter 7

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Days turn into weeks turn into months; Years go by. Steve had graduated high school now and was spending the summer working. A lot had happened since Ophelia left. He met Nancy Wheeler. Ditched his friends for Nancy. Got dumped by Nancy. Became friends with her younger brother’s friends. Got a job at the new mall. Watched the new mall burn down with his co-worker and new friend Robin Buckley. And then work at Family Video with Robin. That’s where he spends most of his days now. Sitting behind the counter waiting for people to check out movies.

Sometimes his mind would wander to Ophelia. He would think about her, what she could be doing. Was she thinking about him too? Does she worry about him and the potion? The potion still sits untouched.

It was the middle of the afternoon on a weekday and Steve wasn’t feeling too good. There was a pit in his stomach that he couldn’t quite shake. He thought it was because he was hungry, but it was after lunch now and he still had the weird feeling. Maybe he should close up early and head home. 

Before he could make up his mind the store bell chimes and the door swings open. Steve grimaces before turning to face the door, “Welcome to Family Video, Let me know if… you…need…” His voice fades as he stares at the person that just walked through the door. It was Ophelia. She was different, she looked different. She was wearing bright colors and jeans. There were pretty barrettes in her hair and she had make-up on. Blue eyeshadow and glittery lipgloss. His heart leaps in his chest.

She smiles when she notices him, “Steve! Hi.”

He swallows the spit in his throat and blinks a few times, “Ophelia. It’s you, you’re here. Right now. Wow! Ahem, you look amazing. I mean. You look…good. What are you doing here?” “My grandma and I are visiting my dad. It’s been… a while. You look good too. How have you been?” She says. 

Steve’s chest warms up, “Good. Good. A lot has happened since you were last here.” A day hadn’t gone by without him thinking about you. How about you? How have you been?”

“Oh uh, I’m okay now. Being with my grandmother has been really good. I’m… happier.”

 He rubs his hands on his jeans. Then, he clears his throat, “That’s great. I’m happy for you. Uh, I should probably let you get back to picking your movies, heh.”

Ophelia nods, “Sounds great.” She then waves to him and wanders around the store. Steve clenches his fist for a moment before combing his hand through his hair and walking back to the counter.

A few minutes later, Ophelia comes to the register and holds out the tapes she picked out to him. He takes them from her hands and goes through the check-out process. He smiles when he finishes, “They’re due in 3 days.” He says, “So uh how long are you here for?”

Ophelia’s smile falters for a moment, “Why do you want to know?”

Steve clears his throat, “Sorry, that was inappropriate. I shouldn’t have asked that.”

“It wasn’t inappropriate, Steve. I just wanted to know why you care. After everything I had done, I thought you would hate me.”

“I don’t. I don’t hate you.” He could never hate you. “I was being a dick. If anything it was a lesson learned.”

“Okay. I’m here for a month.” She says.

He nods, “Then maybe we could hang out while you're here. Here’s your tapes.” He holds them out to her. Ophelia grabs them from his hand and their fingertips touch. It was almost like an electric shock. They pull away from each other. “Sorry, static.”

Ophelia nods, recognizing the sensation, “Right, I-I’ll see you around.” She turns on her heels, rushes out of the video store, and drives to her house.

Once inside she calls out for her grandma, “Granny, we’ve got a situation!” As if on cue her grandma comes into the room.

“What is it, honey? Did something happen at the store?” She asks.

“I saw Steve again. And he was acting weird. Really weird. He was complimenting me and asking about me. Like he cared.” She paces around the room, “I don’t think he’s still under the spell. Could the potion have not worked?”

“If you followed the ingredients list then yes, it should have worked,” Granny says.

Ophelia chews on her bottom lip, “He shocked me. Like when it all started. Our fingertips touched and it was like electricity.”

“Oh, well, could there be a possibility…”

“Possibility?”

“Possibility that he didn’t drink the potion at all?”

“No way! I gave it to him—”

“But did you watch him drink it?”

Ophelia’s eyes widened, “No I didn’t, I just thought he would drink it! Oh my god, oh my god! Shit, shit, shit.”

“Ophelia!”

“Sorry, Granny. What should I do now?! He’s clearly still in love with me.” 

“The only thing you can do is, hun, talk to him about it.” Granny pats her back, “I know it’s the last thing you wanted to happen here but now it’s the only thing you can do right now.”

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The next day, Ophelia returns to Family Video. A new wave of anxiety washes over her as she steels herself to go inside. She takes a deep breath before swinging her car door open and walking into the store. But it isn’t Steve at the counter, it’s a girl with short wavy hair. Her name tag read ‘Robin.’

“Um, excuse me, hi is Steve here today?” Ophelia asks.

Robin nods, “Uh, who’s asking?”

“I am. Sorry, I’m Ophelia, we… we were friends once.” She clears her throat.

Robin’s eyes light up at the name, “You’re Ophelia?! Oh my god, you’re the one he wouldn’t stop talking about.”

Ophelia awkwardly laughs, “Really? He talks about me?”

“Like all time. Especially when we worked in the mall. He would bring up how nobody was nice like you were. And how much he missed you. And he wonders what you were doing. You seemed to always be on his mind.” Robin explains.

Ophelia can’t help but smile at the thought. She then remembers it’s not real. He doesn’t really feel that way. “Must get annoying.”

“It did, but now seeing you I can see there’s no wonder. You’re way out of his league.” She laughs.

“You should have seen me when I went to Hawkins. I was not pretty.”

“Yeah, you were. You had this cold, dark, and mysterious energy to you. People just didn’t know how to admire it.” Robin explains, “I thought you were cool.”

“Thank you.” Ophelia gets flustered from the conversation. “I should probably come back another time then. Nice meeting you.” Just as she turns toward the door, the store bell chimes and Steve enters.

“Ophelia, hey. What are you doing back so soon? Was something wrong with the tapes?”

“No, no. I just wanted to talk to you about something.”

“What’s up?” He tilts his head.

“Can we go outside?” She looks over his shoulder before leading him outside. Once in the parking lot, her eyes soften, “Steve, I need you to tell me the truth right now. Did you drink the potion?” Steve swallows the spit in his mouth and purses his lips. “It’s a yes or no.”

“No.” He hangs his head in shame. Ophelia covers her face with her hands. “Look, I was scared. I was going to wait until I spoke to you about it but you were gone that night. What was I supposed to do?!”

“So you waited? What if I never showed up?!”

He shrugs, “I don’t know?! I would probably take it eventually…”

“It’s been two years already, Steve!”

“Then I would have waited longer!” He snaps, “I didn’t want to take it. I loved spending time with it was fun. I had fun. I loved holding your books and walking to class with you. I loved listening to you talk about the wildflowers. I loved every second of it, Ophelia. And I’m sorry I was scared to lose it all by drinking the potion, but if you want me to take it then fine, I will.” He grabs her hand and leads her to his car unlocking the passenger side and opening the glove box.

“You take it around with you?”

“It’s all I had of you left.” He mutters, then uncorks the bottle. Ophelia opens her mouth to speak but no words come out. “Want me to take it?”

She nods, “You need to, for yourself.” He sighs before putting the bottle to his mouth, knocking his head back, and chugging the drink. When he finishes he staggers and leans against his car. Tears begin to fall uncontrollably from his eyes. He coughs as there is a tickle in the back of his throat. His heart tugged and pulled in his chest and he felt like he was going to throw up. Ophelia holds his side to keep him upright. That’s when the pain seems to ease. He looks back at her and smiles.

“Better?” She asks worriedly.

“Much better.” He caresses her face.

Ophelia frowns and pulls away from the touch, “It didn’t work.” She slips out of his grasp, “You’re still in love with me.”

“But what if it’s different? It feels right to me.” Steve shrugs. “I mean, it feels real to me. It always felt real to me. Especially after we kissed.” He grabs her hand, “I’m willing to make this work, Ophelia.”

Ophelia’s lip quivers, “I… I don’t know.”

He touches her face and guides his hand down to her chin, tilting her head up, “It’s okay, you don’t have to know. Just know I’m here okay.” He leans down and kisses her cheek, “No pressure, Ophelia. I’ve waited 2 years, I can wait longer.” He steps away and heads back into the video store.

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taglist: @szalipcombo @softimgyu​

[porchlightfairyfan]

You Put A Spell On Me

a/n: first time writing on tumblr pls have mercy.

warnings: swearing, terminal illness mentioned, season 1 Steve

Chapter: 1 2

Chapter 1

Ophelia was different. She didn’t mean to do it on purpose but because of sophomore year English class, the direction of her life was altered. They were reading The Crucible in class and she played Elizabeth Proctor, one of the accused. She was embarrassed to read aloud to everyone but her chilling voice put everyone at unease when she spoke. They started actually accusing her of being a witch outside of the class as a joke.

It didn’t help that Ophelia would walk around the outskirts of the two schools and pick the wildflowers or wander into the woods and come back with fistfuls of plants in each hand. And then her mother got sick and passed away within a few months.

Now everyone was sure she concocted some kind of poison and killed her mother. Which wasn’t true. It was ovarian cancer. She didn’t like her mom, she could admit that but she would never curse her with cancer. Her mom wanted her to be normal like all the other kids, do cheerleading in high school like she did, become popular like she did, and be white like she was.

There was no hiding the fact that Ophelia took after her father more than her mother. She had his dark complexion and curly hair. She had his broad, flat nose and two-toned lips. Her eyes were a deep brown near black and she was taller than the other girls at school. She stood out like a sore thumb among her peers. Which didn’t help her case when it came to not being a witch.

It was her junior year now and the comments were not phasing Ophelia anymore. If anything, she was feeding into it. It was only the first month and she had already put a ‘hex’ on someone in the bathroom by mumbling some bullshit in French she learned from class. It was fun honestly, people thought something was wrong with her and would avoid her and she didn’t have to do much to deter her.

But sometimes people just seemed to take it too far. On her locker, after homeroom, she found the words, “witch bitch” scribbled in red. She frowned at the sight before licking her thumb and smearing the ink. “Somebody’s pathetic attempt to scare me.” She mumbles as she puts away her backpack and takes out her textbooks for her next class.

Ophelia takes a seat in her English class and listens to the teacher’s lecture. While her teacher spoke a note was passed to her. She furrows her brows as she stares at it. She flips it over and sees it is not for her but for the girl she sat next to. She tries to hand it to the girl but she looks back at Ophelia with disgust. “Leave me alone, freak.” The girl spat.

“Ophelia, do we have a problem in the back?” Ms. Adams calls out. The class giggles as Ophelia shrinks in embarrassment.

“No ma’am.” She mumbles.

The girl next to her raises her hand, “Ophelia was trying to pass me a note.” Fuck. Ms. Adams comes down the aisle and opens her hand. Ophelia hands the note to her feeling defeated at this point. Ms. Adams opens it up and a look of disgust creeps on her face. “Do you find this kind of stuff funny, Ophelia?”

She flips the note around to show Ophelia. It was a grotesque and crude drawing of the girl next to her getting crucified on a pentagram. “Would it be insane if I said yes?” She looks up at Ms. Adams. She huffs in disgust, “Get your things and take this down to the principal’s office. See if he finds this funny too.” Ophelia takes the paper, “Gladly.” She grabs her books and heads out of the classroom and into the hallway.

Oldest trick in the book and she fell for it. It was a good drawing she’ll give the person credit but she wasn’t this good at drawing and Ms. Adams didn’t give a second glance at the hideous handwriting, which wasn’t Ophelia’s. She crumples up the paper and throws it into the trash before going to her locker to get her cigarettes.

While she gets them out, she hears a group of guys coming down the hall. Shit, She thinks to herself, It’s Tommy H and Steve Harrington. She grabs her smokes, shoving them into her pocket before looking over her shoulder. Tommy’s looking right at her. She mentally prepares herself as she hears their footsteps come closer.

“Hey, Witch Bitch. “ Tommy calls her. She knows she shouldn’t acknowledge him but she slowly closes her locker and turns her head to him.

“What, Tommy?” She tries her best to give a death glare at him. He lets out a dry laugh and elbows Steve, “Uh oh, I think she’s trying to cast a spell on us.”

“Very charming Tommy.” She laughs with him, “But I heard you got soft in the middle of screwing your girlfriend last night. My spell is already working.” She smiles as his face turns red. He takes a step forward but Steve stops him.

“C’mon man she’s not worth it.” Steve glances at her then back at Tommy.

“He’s right.” She walks past them, “Wouldn’t want your dick to fall off next time.” She flutters her fingers at the two boys before leaving the school and going for a smoke near her car. She looks over at the middle school and smiles as the bells ring and she hears the kids going to their next class. She remembers how nice it was at that time. Her only worry was what was for dinner when she got home.

She finishes her cigarette and crushes it in the rubble beneath her foot before heading back inside to go to her next class.

The last class of the day was Chemistry. She didn’t like it a lot because there was always a chance for, “Partner projects this weekend folks. Don’t whine to me, whine to your momma.” Mr. Craig says, “I’ve already assigned you a partner and unless this person has murdered your entire family in front of you, I don’t want to hear it.”

One by one the kids move until Ophelia is last. “Ophelia, you’re with Harrington.” Eyes immediately follow her as she moves to the front of the class sitting next to him. He wasn't paying her any mind, thank goodness. If anything she was sure that he scooted farther away from her. She could feel everyone around her stare and gawk. She would rather be burned at the stake than endure this type of hell.

The bell rings and class is dismissed. Steve stands up to leave when Ophelia taps him on the shoulder. He jerks away from her and grimaces. She retracts her hand, “So when are you free to do the project?”

He shrugs, “Not tonight nor Saturday. I’ve got plans.”

“Okay so, Sunday then?”

“Isn’t Sunday God’s day? Shouldn’t you be busy repenting or some shit?” He laughs at his own joke.

“All jokes aside, asshole, I’d like to just get the project done. We only have the weekend to do it.”

“Fine, fine. Sunday it is. But don’t show up until after dark. I don’t want people to know you are at my house.”

Ophelia gives a thumbs up, “Whatever the fuck you want. Asshole.” She leaves.

Ophelia arrived home and went to her room to put on a record and do her homework. Her dad worked late nights so he stopped parenting her after her mom died. Not that he was really present in the first place, looking rather unhappy in most album photos. The only thing he wished was that Ophelia stopped with her nonsense that encouraged the town bullies to vandalize the house. Something Ophelia couldn’t help.

She made herself dinner once she finished her homework and went through the mail that was delivered that morning. As she shuffles through she stops at a bulking letter addressed to her sent from her grandmother. Her grandmother lived in the South so she rarely got to see her, so it was always a nice surprise to get a letter every now and then.

Ophelia finishes eating and opens the letter. Inside was a page and a ball of tissue paper, which had some significant weight to it.

Ophelia reads the letter: “My dear Ophelia, I was thinking about you while I went out shopping today and found this charming little thing in the store. I wrapped it good so it wouldn’t break.”

Ophelia looks at the tissue ball in her hand. She opens it up to find a heart-shaped glass bottle filled with a sparkly pink liquid. On the label, it read “Love Potion” which made Ophelia giggle a little. She looks back to the letter:

“I thought it was so cute and you could put it on your dresser with all your perfumes. The clerk said it was drinkable and had a really good taste. If you do try it let me know. Thinking about you always, Granny.”

Ophelia smiles as she finished the letter. She sets it down to further inspect the bottle. Under the big letters was fine print, “Gift this to the love of your life and when they lay eyes on you, they will fall madly in love with you.” She giggles as she sees even finer print underneath that, “Warning: People will not automatically fall in love with you. This drink has no effect on how other people feel about you.”

Once Ophelia had a good laugh she pockets the potion and goes to get ready for bed. The anxiety of the weekend sets in as she tosses and turns in bed. She was so distracted by what was to come that she had totally forgotten about the love potion that sat in her jacket pocket.

[egoschwank]

al things considered — when i post my masterpiece #1270

first posted in facebook february 18, 2024

whitfield lovell -- "missoura" (2001)

"ne me quitte pas il faut oublier tout peut s'oublier qui s'enfuit déjà oublier le temps des malentendus et le temps perdu a savoir comment oublier ces heures qui tuaient parfois a coups de pourquoi le coeur du bonheur ne me quitte pas ne me quitte pas ne me quitte pas ne me quitte pas" … jacques brel

"in the creative hands of the artist whitfield lovell, vintage pictures of african americans who lived during the emancipation proclamation through the civil rights movement are transformed into drawings that capture personal memories, ancestral connections and the collective american past" … delaina dixon

"i see the so-called 'anonymous' people in these vintage photographs as being stand-ins for the ancestors i will never know" … whitfield lovell

"you put a spell on me" … al janik

[justpostsyeet]

Wip

He needed to look away from her eyes, it was too much for him. It was as if he was getting lost in them. They were like an endless abyss, peaceful and quiet,from which he never wished to come out of but he has too. When he looked around he was scared as Gildor who was too looking in her eyes looked like he was in a trance, unmoving like a statue. Something was not right. How can a creature's eyes effect elves so much? This being couldn't be from middle earth.

[kobeartmadebymom]

[lemon-bath-bomb]

We all know why I posted this ;)

[poetrybyonur]

She has that power over me, to spellbind me with just a whisper in my ear, a single lascivious incantation and a touch of her sorcerous hands, turns me into a beast.

An ancient piece from 2017 that I reworded to fit more my current style.

Reposted on a different image due to technical issues.

[cracklewink]

Harmony Syndrome Part 5/5

The last chapter of my mlp infection AU! Thank you to everyone who followed along. Some final thoughts on my twitter @cracklewink if anyone's interested : )

[porchlightfairy]

You Put A Spell On Me (Ch. 3)(Discontinued)

a/n: A little shorter than the others. still hope you enjoy

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

Chapter 3

The rest of the week was strange for Ophelia. Her locker was clean of any marks; no one seemed to bother her either, and nobody mocked her clothes or hair. Everyone seemed to avoid her altogether. Not that she didn’t mind it, it was still strange. Another weird thing she noticed was Steve Harrington seemed to act strangely towards her.

He would say hello to her with a smile and wave. He left notes in her locker and waited outside their classrooms so they could walk in together. He would stare shamelessly, compliment her handwriting, and would compliment how she looked.

Friday, during lunch, Ophelia sits on the stairs behind the school eating her lunch she packed from home. “That looks good.” A voice makes her jump out of her skin. She turns around to see Steve behind her with a smile on her face. He leans against the railing of the stairs. “What are you doing here?” She mumbles as she finishes the food in her mouth.

“I wanted to see you.” He smiles, “You look good today.”

Ophelia lets out an awkward laugh as she gets bashful. She tucks her knees into her chest, “Thank you.” She wasn’t even wearing anything special. A shapeless dress her mother left behind. Most of her clothes were once her mothers from the 60s after she was born. And her hair wasn’t even done today, she just put water in it before she left.

“Doing anything fun this weekend?” He asks. Ophelia furrows her brows, taken aback by what he said. He couldn’t be for real. No way was he serious. This must be some kind of practical joke. She tilts her head and lets out a dry laugh, “You’re joking, right?”

Steve’s smile fades, “No. If you’re busy that’s fine.” Ophelia tilts her head, “It was just last week you and Tommy were calling me witch bitch. Remember? Or how about on Sunday when you stuff my drink?”

“Right.” He shuffles his feet, “I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have done that. I can get you a new one .”

“You can’t. It was a gift from outta state. Probably one of a kind.” She packs up her lunch, “I don’t know why you are acting like this now, it’s not doing you any favors. If you’re going to try to get close to me for some prank it’s not going to work.” She jabs a finger into his chest, “You’re the biggest asshole I’ve ever met.” She brushes past him and back into the building.

Ophelia comes home after school and looks into the kitchen for a snack. She finds a note on the fridge that reads, “Going to Chicago for a work thing be back on Monday, -Dad.” She sighs and sets down the note before opening up the fridge and grabbing the pitcher of strawberry lemonade. She made it from scratch. Ophelia and her mom used to cook together in the kitchen and make drinks. Her mom always said a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Ophelia didn’t care about boys when she said that, all she cared about was how good the food and drinks tasted.

When she gets her drink she looks through her school bag and feels the glass bottle the love potion was in. She flips around her hand a few times feeling sad about how empty it was. She flips it one last time, her thumb moves across the words and smears them. “What the hell?” She whispers. She rubs over it again. One by one, word by word, the final warning disappears. It was put on by somebody else. Ophelia grumbles in frustration then goes to the phone in the kitchen and dials her grandmother’s number.

 After a few rings, her grandmother answers, “Hello?” Ophelia takes a breath, “Hi grandma.”

“Well, hello Ophelia, how are you?”

“I’m good. I got your letter last week.”

“That’s good. Did you enjoy the gift?”

She sighs, “Unfortunately not. Some boy drank it before I had the chance to put it away. But I shouldn’t be so concerned right? The label said it wasn’t real.” She waited for a response.

There was a pause before another response, “He didn’t look at you did he?”

“Why would that matter? It’s not real, right?” She stares at the bottle, “He was staring right at me.”

“Ophelia…the potion was real.”

Ophelia closes her eyes, starting to seethe with anger, “Are you kidding me? You told me it wasn’t. You put a fake label on it! I thought you were supposed to keep this stuff away from me!”

“I know darling, I’m sorry I lied. I thought it would be good for you to have in your room. I made it myself. Your mom would never let me put things around the house. I thought it would be nice for you to have a little something. Like a good omen.” Her grandmother explains.

Ophelia grumbles before taking another breath, “I really didn’t need a good omen like a love potion, grandma.”

“Ophelia, I know you’ve been having a hard time since your mother passed. I just thought you needed a little loving.” 

Ophelia couldn’t stay mad at her grandmother, even if she wanted to. Her intentions were true and thoughtful and Ophelia was happy about that. “Thank you grandma but now I have a boy in love with me, which I didn’t want.”

“There is a potion to reverse it but you have to make it.” Her grandmother explains, “Get a pen and paper and I will tell you the ingredients and how to make it.”

Ophelia grabs a pen and a recipe card from the junk drawer and begins to write down the ingredients her grandmother listed off to her:

Lemon juice

Cranberry juice

Wild gooseberries

Fresh cut oranges and limes

Crushed butterfly wings

Frog mucus

Wild yellow carnations

Genuine tears from the lovesick

And the words, “I don’t love you.”

The ingredients are supposed to simulate heartbreak. Ophelia looks over the ingredients, “Are you sure all this stuff is going to work?”

“It should.” She says, “Some of the ingredients will be harder to get than others but if you want to do this sweetheart you have to get them all for the antidote to work.”

After the phone call, Ophelia continues to stare at the ingredient list, “genuine tears of the lovesick.” She purses her lip. Exhausted by the thoughts in her head she heads to bed for the night.

Saturday, Ophelia goes out to collect some of the ingredients from the grocery store. She turns down one aisle and another cart collides with hers. “Sorry about that.” She hears a voice. Steve’s head peeks from behind the shelves with an apologetic smile. “Oh hey, Ophelia.”

“Hi Steve,” She smiles and moves her cart past his cart. She looks inside and sees all the things in his cart, there was nothing but junk food in his cart. “Whatcha making?” Steve asks, she snaps her head up. Steve was looking into her cart as well. There were all the fruits and juices, “Um, a fruit punch. Grandma’s recipe.” Not the truth yet not a lie. “Having a party? Or just restocking the pantry?”

“Uh, actually my parents are out of town and left me some cash and an empty kitchen.” He laughs awkwardly, “Guess you can tell I’m not good at grocery shopping on my own.”

Ophelia laughs and nods, “I can’t imagine surviving off of twinkies and ho-hos.” She picks up the boxes of snacks and puts them back on the shelves, “I’ll tell you what, I show you the way around a canned food aisle and where the milk and eggs are and you pay for my fruit punch.”

Steve’s face brightens up, “Deal.” Ophelia then moves her items to his cart and pushes Steve out of the way so she controls the cart. She goes through the aisles grabbing items for Steve and explaining how to cook them and what things could be paired together. He listens to every word grabbing items she points to. His eyes never left Ophelia as she spoke. Multiple times, she caught them moving from her eyes to her lips. She could barely contain her embarrassment. She felt a smile pull at the corners of her mouth.  “I hope you don’t need me to show you how to cook too.”

“I would really appreciate that.” Steve stops in front of the cart. “Only if you want to of course.” Ophelia bites her lip. Just a day ago she would have declined. She would have blown up in his face, pretended to curse him, and spit on his shoe. But at this moment, staring at the lovesick boy in front of her, who had unknowingly drunk a love potion, she opens her mouth and says, “Yes.”

[porchlightfairyfan]

You Put A Spell On Me

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Black!Oc (Ophelia)

a/n: hope you enjoy it!

Chapter: 1, 2, 3,

Chapter 2

Late Sunday Night, Ophelia approaches Steve’s big house and knocks on the door. After several moments, the door swings open by Steve. His hair is damp and his shirt clung to his skin. He must have just gotten out of the shower. “Hi…” She awkwardly waves. He nods in response and throws open the wider to let her in, “Come in.”

As Ophelia enters trying not to gawk at the interior of his house. “Where are we gonna set up?” She asks. He leads her to the living room, “Here is good.” He flops onto the couch as Ophelia kneels on the floor next to the coffee table. She takes off her coat and sets it on the floor next to her. “Where’s your stuff?” She asks.

Steve sighs and gets up going up the stairs to his room. While he is away, Ophelia looks around his living room. It was huge! Her house could probably fit in there. She walks over to the large windows that face into his backyard. She looks around into the darkness and notices the pool. “Damn.” She mutters.

“Never seen a pool before?” She is startled by Steve’s return. She clears her throat and shrugs, “Just admiring how rich you are.” She steps away from the window and sits back down in front of the coffee table. “Shall we get started?”

After an hour of working, they had made a lot of progress. Ophelia was surprised that Steve was actually helping her. Even if she had to stop and explain the entire lesson to him repeatedly. She didn’t want to make this harder for themselves so she kept quiet and only talked about the assignment. She clears her throat and looks at Steve, “Steve? May I use your bathroom?”

“Sure, it’s down the hall and the second to last door.” He points in the direction. “Thanks.” She gets up and quickly heads to the bathroom. While she is away, Steve decides to get himself a drink from the kitchen. When he goes around the coffee table, he trips over Ophelia’s coat. “What the hell?” He picks it up exasperated. He notices a little weight on one side. He gets curious, what could the little witch have in her pocket? A mini spell book? Or a charm? A doll of him perhaps? He digs into the pocket and takes out a small heart-shaped bottle with “Love Potion” written on the label. He scoffs as he looks at the liquid inside of it. It was a deep red, it reminded him of wine. It had sparkles in it and when he tilted it the liquid would fizz a little. 

Just then he hears the door to the bathroom open. He quickly pockets the potion and throws her jacket on the couch, sitting down. Ophelia returns with a polite smile, “Okay, let’s finish… When did my jacket move?”

“I tripped on it so I put it on the couch.” He explains. She smiles bigger, “Oh thanks.” And they go back to work.

It’s nearing midnight when they finish the assignment. Ophelia yawns and stretches, “Finally.” She gets up and straightens out her clothes. “Great! Let’s have a drink to celebrate.” He claps his hands together.

“Sorry Steve, I’m trying to make it home in one piece.” She rolls her eyes.

“C’mon, this is not even a shot of this stuff.” He whips out the love potion from his pocket. Ophelia swallows harshly, “W-where did you get that?” She lunges forward, trying to grab the bottle from the hand but Steve was too quick, tossing it into his other hand.

“I think the bigger question is, why did you bring it here?” Steve looks at the bottle and chuckles, “Give it to the love of your life. I am flattered, truly.”

“I didn’t mean to. It’s not for you.”

“Then who is it for? Hm?” He unscrews the bottle, “If it isn’t for anybody then you won’t mind me drinking it.”

Ophelia frowns, “Fine. Do what you want.” Steve smiles and lifts the bottle and pours the drink into his mouth until the bottle is empty. “Refreshing.”

Ophelia scoffs in disgust and snatches the bottle from his hand, “Hope you’re happy, asshole.” She grabs the rest of her things and leaves his house

The next day at school, Ophelia enters the halls already being greeted by vicious glares and stares from her peers. She shrugs it off assuming someone is blaming her for a bad hair day or something. She heads to her locker and overhears- people whispering. “Did you see Harrington today?” “Yeah, he looked like shit.” “I heard Ophelia was at his house last night. Must have gotten him sick or something.” “Maybe she poisoned him.”

Ophelia slams her locker shut, “Fucking bastard.” She clenches her fist. He probably told everyone about the bottle and is pretending to be sick or something. She continued through her day ignoring everyone’s gawking until lunchtime. She sits in the grass, picking flowers to calm herself down.

As she picks through the wild daisies, she sees Steve walking to his car with Tommy H. He really did look terrible. He was pale in the face and was slouching. He was wearing sunglasses and the sun seemed to agitate him. It was like he was hungover. Maybe that love potion was alcoholic and packed a punch. She giggles at the thought. That’s what he gets, drinking it like that anyways.

In the last class of the day, Ophelia sits next to Steve and they all turn in their assignments. She glances over at Steve. He looks even worse up close. He had a gleam of sweat on his face and his cheeks were puffy. It looked like an allergic reaction. Between his sunglasses, she could see his eyes were red and swollen as well. He was also coughing and hacking throughout the class having to excuse himself to the hall multiple times.

Ophelia gets a little anxious, feeling bad for having brought the love potion to his house in the first place. She should have checked her pockets before leaving the house. She taps her pen on her notebook distracted by her thoughts. So distracted that the pen slips out of her hand and slides across the table to Steve’s side. He picks it up gently and hands it back to her.

“Thank you.” She whispers, taking the pen back. Their fingertips touch for a moment and they feel a buzz between their hands. Ophelia pulls her hand away with the pen in tow. “Sorry, static.” She mutters. Before going back to taking notes. 

Class is almost over and Steve hadn’t coughed since they interacted. He takes off his glasses and straightens his shoulders. Color returns to his face and the redness is gone. He was normal again. Ophelia thought it was strange, her eyes shifting to him repeatedly seeing him look better and better by the second. 

He catches her eye once and she can see for a split second a pinkish hue. A gleam of a heart in his eye. He smiles at her and flashes her a wink. Ophelia feels her face heat up but before she could say a word, the bell rings, and school is dismissed. Steve leaves with the flood of other students out of the school.

It couldn’t have been real? Could it?