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It's coming guys !!!

On the last Saturday of camp, Steve knocked on your cabin door.

MEET ME IN THE AFTERGLOW

a camp upside down fic | coming 16.06.2023 6PM BST 🌲

This fanfic drive me insane 🫠 so exited for chapter 3 !

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So if I were to marry you. BIG IF. What would that entail? Meet me at Caldwell’s tomorrow? I have meetings until 2pm, we can grab coffee there at 3pm and talk business. Stop. He’s trying to seduce me. Oh no. HAHA — you’re hilarious. I’ll send you the address. (Address Link) Holy shit. Didn’t know they sold coffee this expensive. It’s on me. So it’s a real date? And they said romance is dead. I’m over here swooning. Something like that. Talk to you tomorrow.

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It was simple enough: get married, satisfy a will, and cover a debt.

The rules were foolproof: don't fall in love.

Then why is everything so complicated?

Modern Day!Rich!Fake Husband!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader…coming sooner than you think.

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Chapter List:

one: she might be it

two: i think i wanna marry you

three: coming soon…

blurb:

a scene from dinner (18+, minors dni)

Stranger Things Masterlist

☔ = Angst

🌦️ = Angst to Fluff

💥 = Crack

☀️ = Fluff

💋 = Smut

🖤 = Yandere

🔔 = Request

🟪Imagines🟪

Henry Creel/001: 

■  In the Black Widow’s Nest 🖤 🌦️ (eventual/slight 💋)

Medieval AU; Series (Ongoing)

Prince Henry of the Creel Dynasty is finally in search of a wife, and in the spirit of courtship, King Victor has invited young royalty from all neighboring kingdoms to vie for his hand. But with so much royalty introduces the need for many more maids in the castle than usual.

Enter: You.

You're nothing but a servant in his home, an intruder in his prized library, and an utter nuisance in his mind. But then you survive his attack, and in an unexpected way nonetheless. That makes you... interesting.

You've caught his eye—congratulations! Now, you must deal with the consequences of loving a heartless prince in a world where far worse things lurk in the castle than dirty garderobes.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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🟣Headcanons🟣

He Accidentally Overhears You Have Feelings for Him (Billy) 🌦️ 🔔

He Has a Nightmare About You (Billy, Steve) 🌦️

He Has a Nightmare About You (Stranger Things Headcanons)

*GIFs not mine*

A/N: started watching this show for momma Steve, stayed for the other, also hot characters. Don’t judge me if a vecna version of this comes out soon👀 Enjoy!

Billy Hargrove:

He dreams of you often, but never quite like this.

You’re in his arms; his lips are on yours, and your hands are in his hair. 

When he pulls away, it’s to brush a strand back from your face, pushing it behind your ear while gazing into your eyes. A smile is on his face, inherently small and lopsided, but genuine. 

It’s one of those times where he can’t believe how happy you make him, how much he loves you. You turn him into a teenage boy with a puppy crush all over again, but as long as no one else is around, he doesn't mind that one bit. Vulnerability did not come easy to him, but with you, he’d tear down every wall he’d ever put up just to get closer to you. Just to hold onto you that much longer. 

“Billy…” you hum, your hands coming up to cover his own along your cheeks. He feels infinitely warmer, more relaxed at your touch, and he leans that much closer to you. 

“YN…” Billy drawls back teasingly, blue eyes soft and expectant on yours. Your breath ghosts over his lips, and fuck if he didn’t hate that you made a shiver roll down his spine. 

“I hate you.”

His smile falters. “What?”

You tug his hands off your face, leading them to drop to his sides before stepping back. You shake your head. “I hate you, Billy.” 

Billy’s body grows cold. His lips part as he searches for words, eyes raking over your face for any hint of jest. “This isn’t funny, YN.” He lets out a breathless laugh, but it’s dull and fake and trying to draw some sort of usual response from you. 

“It’s not supposed to be. I’m serious, Billy.” 

His nostrils flare, and he wants to be angry. He wants to grab you and pull you back into his chest and make you wish you’d never said those words, make you wish you never hurt him, make you promise that you’d never hurt him like this again. 

You said that once, that you’d never hurt him like he has been before. You promised.

He bites into his bottom lip, willing a level of restraint, or rather, indifference. 

She promised.

Time moved slowly the second you pulled away from him. Carefully, your arms came up to cross over one another at your chest. Your eyes hardened, not angry or frustrated, but certainly more serious and intentional from when you had said his name earlier. 

He’d never seen you so cold—not at him. 

“What changed?” The words slipped from his lips, but the second they did, he didn’t bother fighting to take them back. He felt trapped in his own skin, unable to escape the anger, the hatred, the i that coursed through veins. “Why now, I mean, after-” he cut himself off with a scoff, bitterly licking his lips, “-after fucking everything we’ve been through together, you just, what, hate me?”

He hated it, this. He hated you, and he’d never done that before. Even the thought of his betrayal being directed toward you made him feel sick. She promised.

Billy looked away, wrenching a hand through his hair and not bearing to stare at you when he spoke. “You- God,” the corners of his eyes pricked, “you said you loved me. What happened to that?” He glanced at you, hating, hating, hating that you were making him feel this fucking way. Throat tightening, he barked out, “What fucking happened to that?!”

“I don’t love you, Billy,” you muttered, seemingly unaffected by his display of emotions. “I could never.”

And you saw it. He knew you saw it. He knew you saw it because he wiped it away, and your eyes had followed his hand as he had. 

He was crying. Goddammit, he was so fucking weak. 

Despite it all, despite every single horrible moment in his life, he never knew the feeling of true despair until you were taking your love for him back and saying it wasn’t real. 

“Billy, come on.” Your tone was persuasive, placating like you were trying to reason with him. You were talking to him as though you were telling a child that Santa or the Easter Bunny wasn’t real, that they never were, and they never will be. 

You used that same soothing, calming tone the first time you tried to convince Billy that you did love him. He remembered your exact words. “I love you, and no matter how much you fight me on it, I won’t let you take that away from me.” You had been caressing a fresh bruise on his cheek, and the kiss you had left there had overpowered the pain of his father’s wound. 

“Don’t,” Billy mumbled. “Stop.”

Don’t corrupt that voice, he pleaded, though the words wouldn’t escape him. Don’t take that away from me.

“Billy.” You drew his attention back to you, and, despite the stiffness of his cheeks and lips, he sneered at your pitying gaze. “Be realistic. How could I have ever loved you?”

“Stop.”

“Your father hates you, Billy.” Your voice raised, eyes burning with a new fire into his own watery ones. “Your own mother left you. Do you know what that makes you?”

“Stop.”

“Do you know what that makes you, Billy?” you demanded, teeth bared. “It makes you unloveable.”

“STOP!”

“Billy?”

“STOP!” Billy flinched awake, sweat dripping down his forehead and spine, shivering at the breeze of his bedroom. Chest heaving, his eyes were wild and unfocused as they darted about the dark room, few objects such as his dresser and desk only visible due to the moonlight filtering through his window. 

Sighing heavily, Billy dragged his hands down his face, groaning softly and massaging his temples. 

“What a fuckin’ nightmare,” he grumbled before peering over at you. 

You, still curled up beside him, sleeping peacefully. Your hair splayed out along one of his pillows, one of his shirts wrinkled and twisted around your form, your leg still crooked over his hips. 

You were still his. Thank fuck, you were still his. 

“YN,” he shook you awake, one hand on your shoulder.

You hummed in your sleep, lips twitching downwards at the disturbance. “Wha…?” you grumbled, not bothering to open your eyes. 

“Babe, c’mon, let’s go for a drive. Wake up.”

“Nooooo,” you moaned. 

“Yessss.”

“Can I sleep on the drive?”

He raised a brow. “You think you’ll be able to?”

One eye of yours peeked open, focusing on him instantly. You pouted.

Billy’s chest tightened, but for the first time since the dream, he felt like he could breathe. Thank God. He was not going to sleep another wink tonight. Not in that damned house, at least. 

You huffed, rolling your eyes. “Fine, fine, I’ll go. Stop giving me your little puppy dog eyes.” You rolled off the bed, falling onto the floor with a thud before rising to your feet and wrapping a blanket around your head and shoulders like a cloak. “But there are ground rules, mister.” You held up your hand to him. “One, you can’t drive over 30 miles an hour. Two, no loud music- or, wait, no music at all-”

“What?”

“-Three, only for the next hour or so, then we’re going back to my place to go to sleep.” You gave him a pointed look. “Deal?”

His lips sloped into his usual smirk as he rose to his feet, arms instantly moving to wrap around your waist and tug you into his chest, close and tight. 

“Deal.”

You. You, you, you. God, he never wanted to think about that nightmare again, and if he never again heard the words “I hate you” fall from your lips, even as a joke, it would be too soon. You were still his, and he knew, he fucking knew, dammit, that you loved him.

“Why are you so sweaty?”

“Don’t ask.”

Steve Harrington: 

“Steve,” Robin muttered softly. Her gaze was downcast, and she had one arm around the front of his chest and shoulders, trying to hold him back and redirect him. “Don’t look.”

“What’s going on?” He tried to peer around the others, all of whom either had their backs turned or looked at him mournfully. “Hey, what’s-” he tried to push past Robin, but Dustin rushed forward to help stop him, “-what the hell is going on?! Guys?!”

They all stood in a half circle around… something, he couldn’t see what. The kids and Nancy and Goddamn everyone except-

“YN,” Steve breathed out in realization. His heart was stuck in his throat, and the pounding of his own blood drowned out the quiet whispers of the others. “No. No, no, no, no—NO!” He shoved past the pairs of arms, pushing past a tearful Max and a sobbing Eleven, only to feel his whole body flinch back at the sight. 

“YN,” he whispered again, horrified at the sight, not wanting to believe it. “Oh God, oh fuck, oh God.”

Blood was- was everywhere. Steve’s knees wobbled and gave out as he collapsed into the forest floor beside you. His hands hovered over your body, feeling the heat rolling off it in waves from the gushes of hot, crimson liquid seeping from obscured wounds. A pool of it, he realized, dampened the knees of his jeans, cooling against his skin. 

“Steve,” you whimpered, “I’m scared. It hurts so bad.” You trembled, hands curled into tight fists as you clenched your eyes shut, tears trailing down into your sweat-soaked hair. 

“This isn’t right—you can’t… fuck.” He tore a hand through his brown tufts before springing into action, scraping himself along the damp soil to ease his legs underneath your back, your body lying perpendicular to his so he could lean your head in his lap. 

“YN, I…” he trailed off, gasping for air as his wavering hands encompassed your face. “I don’t know what to do,” he choked out helplessly. 

And you reached up to grasp his wrist, eyes so innocent and terrified. “Steve, please, I don’t wanna die.”

“This was never supposed to happen,” he rambled indignantly. “No no no because I was supposed to protect you because I always protect you, and now this is going so, so fucking wrong.” He felt the oncoming headache that arrived with fresh tears, the snot dribbling down his nose and onto his upper lip, the cold sweat that covered his body head to toe. He wanted to throw up and sob and hold you close and tight and never, never fucking let you go. 

His own heart, as you lay in his arms, was being ripped from his chest. No help was coming, there was no time to heal or press on what was already far too damaged to halt. You were… you were…

“Please,” you wailed, your screams echoing into the forest. He could hear the others shuffling around behind him, their own sobs fading into the mix. “No, please, I don’t wanna die! Steve, please!”

Steve could feel your cheeks getting colder, and he watched as your hands slowly began to unfurl at your sides. “YN, I’m so sorry. Don’t leave me, I can’t-” his own whimper cut himself off. 

“Steve,” you gasped for breath, your voice so small, so weak. “You said you would protect me.” The furrow in your brow smoothed itself out, and your chest began to slow its heaving movements. 

“I know, I know,” he weeped. “I love you so much, please don’t leave me.”

“You love me?” you whispered back. Your eyes, that had been locked on his for so long, filled with fear and anguish, shifted away, losing themselves in the black sky above. A small smile broke out on your bloodstained lips. 

“YN?” Steve questioned fearfully, sniveling as he peeled the hair away from your face. 

“I never knew that you loved me, Steve.” A single tear broke loose from your eyelids as you let them droop closed. “I love…” You mouthed the word you before you sighed, your body finally losing all of its tension, its stress—its fear.

Steve let out a quivering breath, his hands cupping your cheeks swiftly. “YN? YN?!”

“Steve.” A hand pressed on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off viciously. 

“YN!” He peeled back your eyelids, blanching at the blank look in your irises. “No, no, come on, I was supposed to protect you!” he cried out hysterically. 

Steve’s body curled over yours like he was collapsing in on himself, mouth mumbling pleas as he slid a hand over your chest, above your heart. 

Nothing.

“Steve!” The hand on his shoulder was more insistent, shaking him back and forth violently. 

No. He wasn’t going to leave you. Not now, not yet.

“Steve, wake up!”

“What?” Steve’s eyes flew open, and his head straightened up from the back of the couch, causing Dustin to yelp and jump back in shock. 

“Jesus, what the fuck?!” the younger boy screeched, leaving Steve wincing and pressing two hands to his ears. 

“Goddamn,” he hissed, “You really need to hit puberty faster; these voice cracks of yours are gonna leave me deaf one of these days.”

“Well it’s not my fault you sleep like a bear in hibernation.”

“Ew, what? That's disgusting, Dustin,” Steve grimaced. 

Dustin facepalmed. “You’re thinking of ‘heat,’ genius, I said ‘hibernation.’”

Steve faltered, nodding absentmindedly. “Oh.”

“Yeah, anyways,” he rolled his eyes, “you better head home.”

“Movie night over already?” Steve dug his palms against his eyes, trying harshly to wipe away the image of—er, that happening to you—from his mind. 

“Uh, yeah,” Dustin deadpanned, “Princess Leia changed out of her bikini about two hours ago, but I’m glad you were paying attention.”

“Well, look, if it makes you feel any better, the dream I just had was terrible,” Steve groaned, rising up from the coach and grabbing his jacket off the coffee table. 

“Yeah, I heard. Something about ‘oh no’ and ‘don’t leave’ and ‘YN, YN, YN.’” The tween rolled his eyes. “Dude, if you ask me, I’d say just ask her out already, ‘cause your pining from a distance is getting pretty depressing.”

Steve stared at him with pursed lips and blank, dead eyes. 

Then he fondled for his car keys in his jacket pocket and huffed. “Yep, I’m gonna go. See ya around, Henderson.”

“I’m serious, Steve!” Dustin called after him. “It’s getting creepy! Why don’t you just tell her that you’re absolutely whipped for-”

Steve slammed the door of his house, trekking towards his car while grumbling under his breath. “Frickin’ Dustin. I’m not whipped. Nobody,” he slid into the seat of his car, staring into the rearview mirror and adjusting it, “nobody has ever had me…” he paused, staring at his bloodshot eyes, at his tear-stained cheeks. 

“Fuck.” He glanced back at Dustin’s house, its windows still open and flashing with the action of a movie.

Goddammit, Henderson. 

Steve put his car into drive, pulling out of the driveway and onto the street, but when he slowed at his usual turn, he slammed the brakes on the car instead and stared at the sign of the intersecting street. 

You lived almost two blocks from there—Steve never realized that. 

He could—no, no he couldn’t. It was the middle of the night, around eleven o’clock according to his dash, so why in the world did he have the right to wake you up for news like that?

It can wait. His feelings can wait.

He said those exact words ten more times as he drove to your house, clumsily throwing it into park alongside the sidewalk in front of your home. He knew which window corresponded with your room, as aside from being the group babysitter and helicopter mother, he was also the chauffeur. 

“This is stupid,” he muttered to himself as he stepped out of his car, slamming the door shut. “This is so dumb; this is a terrible idea. One of the worst, actually.” 

But he picked up the pebble out of your garden and chucked it at your window anyway, pure adrenaline launching the rock at a high speed and making perfect contact with the middle of the glass.

It also left a sizable crack.

“Oh shit,” Steve hissed under his breath, hands flying up to his hair as he saw your light switch on. “Shit, shit, shit.”

The window slid up, and before he knew it, your glare found his form. Your head was leaned outside of the window, hands braced against the sill as you whisper-shouted at him. “Seriously, Steve?! What the fuck?!”

“Sorry, sorry,” he jogged closer to your house, questioning scaling the side to climb into your window, but then he noticed your tangled, matted hair and nightshirt. “Yeah, that’s my bad, I, uh,” he chuckled nervously, “sometimes I forget my own strength.” He shrugged lamely. 

You gestured angrily at the window. “How the hell am I supposed to fix this?”

This is going so wrong. Dammit, he knew this wouldn’t go well. 

“YN,” he called out to you, trying to get your attention as you investigated the crack with a sigh. 

“What, genius? Got another grand idea?” you snarked. “Why don’t you go break the locks off my front door too while you're at it-”

“YN, I’m in love with you.”

You choked on your next words, eyes flying open. “What?!”

“I’m just- I’m in love with you, and I really wanted you to know that.”

While he shifts back and forth on his feet, your mouth bobs open and closed. 

“Are you serious?” you finally land on. 

“Don’t call me Shirley?” he offered back lamely, and you dragged a hand down the front of your face. 

Nonetheless, you wore a wide, abashed grin. “You’re a goddamn fool, Steve Harrington.”

Steve shook his head and smiled at that. “Only for you, babe.”

“Now go home and go to sleep so I can kiss you tomorrow, dumbass,” you waved him away. 

A stupid, lovesick smirk took over his face, painting him the absolute dope you always pegged him as. “Sounds like a plan, doll.” He spun around, swallowing a large gulp of air and wondering if you could see the way his hands shook as he unlocked his car. 

“Steve! Wait!”

 He turned back, almost too eager, to see a large blush blooming on your face in the light of your room. “I love you too.”

What a horrible, terrible, shitty-ass, perfectly timed nightmare.

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Requests are open! Will write for the following x reader:

Fluff 💖

Angst 🖤

Smut ❤️‍🔥

GIF by miqrated

Glassy Eyes {Eddie x fem!reader} ❤️‍🔥

Good Use {Steddie x fem!reader} ❤️‍🔥

Polaroids {Steddie x fem!reader} ❤️‍🔥

Eyes Up {Eddie x fem!reader} ❤️‍🔥

Reincarnation {Steddie x fem!reader}

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Steddie

If you would like to see a different character, please ask and we shall see.

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Headcanon

So I had a little Steddie x reader headcanon that I don’t know if I should continue… thoughts?

After Eddie’s death, Steve later dies, sending both into the afterlife. Their heroics against the Upside Down grant them an option to become reborn with the opportunity to grow up together as best friends, something they never did in their previous lives. Steve and Eddie both decide to be reborn so that they might find their first-life friends and convince them that they are their found family’s dearly departed, because, really, their lives have been filled with stranger things. However, they don’t expect the chance to grow up alongside Dustin’s daughter, and they definitely never expected to both fall for her either…

Polaroids

Pairings: dom!Steddie x fem!reader

Drabble

Warnings: NSFW. Smut, pet names, cockdrunk!reader? (Idk reader is just exhausted from fun times), photographed porn, threesome, slight humiliation kink (squint). 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

“Yeah, just hold her like that,” Eddie purred as he directed Steve in holding your legs out. Steve chuckled breathlessly, his chest causing you to rise and fall as his heavy breaths moved your body against his. Holding the back of your knees, he spread your legs for the camera. Eddie took a few shots of your combined cum leaking out of your swollen, abused pussy. He brought his hand up to grip one of your flushed tits, fingertips and rings indenting into your skin. Steve brought a hand from the plump flesh of your thigh to cup your chin, tilting your dazed expression up for Eddie to capture. Once that image was printing onto a Polaroid, Steve turned your face to capture your lips, taking your kiss swollen mouth between his teeth, allowing Eddie to get the perfect snapshot of Steve pulling your bottom lip and watching it pop back in place. Hands kept moving against your clammy, shaking body, your mind still foggy.

“Such a pretty girl,” Eddie hummed, waving the picture as he crawled over you, presenting the newly developed photo for you to view. It was a nice image of Eddie’s ringed fingers snaking up your collarbone, the imprint of his palm against your chest, your body melting against Steve’s as his grip squished your cheeks and his teeth sunk into your skin. “I should put this in my locker at school.” Your eyes went wide, brows drawing together in concern. Your head felt too heavy, your throat too thick to speak up your protest.

“No?” Steve teased, taking your stunned silence as your answer. “Is that too embarrassing for you, baby bunny? Afraid someone will see it?” His fingers wiggle in your side, sending your body spasming from the ticklish sensation while a groan falls from his lips as your ass rubbed against his sensitive member.

“Hmm,” Eddie chuckled, enjoying the scene before him. Sitting up on his knees, he lazily strokes his reddened tip, bringing his length closer to your blushing face. “Maybe a few pics of you working my cock with your sweet little mouth will change my mind.”

Good Use

Pairings: dom!Eddie Munson x sub!reader x switch!Steve Harrington

Drabble

Warnings: NSFW content. Smut, sir kink, slight choking/choking kink, threesome, praise kink. 18+ Only. Minors DNI.

AN: My first smut/drabble. Welcome to constructive (friendly) criticism, thank you!

Tangling long, guitar-calloused fingers into your hair, scratching your scalp Eddie took your jaw in his grasp. He hovered over you, bending down to your kneeled height, his hard cock standing at attention against your back. Eddie held your head in place to watch Steve lazily stroke himself in front of you. Eddie turned your gaze up to him before he bent further to pepper short pecks across the expanse of your neck.

“You see that, sweetheart?” He murmured breathlessly against your cheek. “See how hard you make him? Make me? See how much we want you?” All you could muster was a gentle nod as your attention was too focused on the steady movement of Steve’s hand over his reddened tip. Your voice seemed to fail you until the hand holding your chin found itself wrapping deft fingers around your throat. “We use our words here, babydoll. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you whimpered out as his fingers squeezed in the middle of the sentence, the last syllables coming out like a wheeze. You were dying to touch them. Dying to be touched. Desperate to put yourself to good use for either the metalhead or the former high school king, but preferably you’d be used by both.

“Sir, huh?” He teased with a laugh that vibrated against your skin. “Yeah, I like how that sounds coming out of your pretty mouth. But I’d like it better if you put that tongue to good use.” He stood in front of you now, blocking the view of a smirking Steve and filling your doe-eyed gaze with his own hard cock. “Oh, and Harrington, since you’re so quiet why don’t you show our girl what your tongue can do too?”

my lazy ass after writing one sentence while writing a fic:

yall pls tell me i aint the only one who has little headcanons for y/n whenever i read like x reader fanfics. like i have this one headcanon where us - the reader - are like the voices in their head that they just refuse to listen to. like y/n does something completely idiotic and we're just screaming and y/n's trying their hardest to ignore it lmfao.

— about my blog. ♡

who I currently write for:

My original characters:

released-

Sabrina Henderson - Steve Harrington | Our song

Brittany Loomis - Scream men | My final girl

unreleased-

Melody Heks - Stiles Stilinski | The witch who cried wolf

Elizabeth Hayes - Wally Clark | Smells like teen spirit

Laura Hopper - Dustin Henderson | Battlefield

who I’m willing to write for-

(These will be female/afab!reader)

Teen wolf

Stiles Stilinski

Isaac Lahey

Theo Raeken

Liam Dunbar

Scott McCall

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Dustin Henderson

Jonathan Byers

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Eddie Munson

The Maze Runner

Thomas

Gally

Scream

Randy Meeks

Stu Macher

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Wes Hicks

Chad Meeks-Martin

Ethan Landry

Cobra Kai

Eli 'Hawk' Moskowitz

Robby Keene

School Spirits

Wally Clark

Xavier Baxter

Outer Banks

Rafe Cameron

JJ Maybank

The Hunger Games

Peeta Mellark

Finnick Odair

young Haymitch Abernathy

young Coriolanus Snow

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Fred Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Ron Weasley

Other

Zed Necrodopolis | Zombies

Stuart Twombly | The Internship

Joel Dawson | Love and Monsters

Walter 'Keys' McKey | Free Guy

Ryan Baker | Thanksgiving

Edward Cullen | Twilight

young Nick Goode | Fear Street part 2

Simon Kalivoda | Fear Street part 1

Chris Halliwell | Charmed

(Feel free to request others and I will say if I can write them.)

— what to expect

smut, fluff, angst

REQUESTS???

hey y’all so imma start writing on here, if you wanna read some of my wattpad stories you can find that here: https://my.w.tt/xKdtCKmXmM

BUT ANYWAYS!! I will list down below who i will write for, keep in mind, these are who i feel most comfortable writing ? i will end up changing them probs in the future but for rn it’s what i got :)

MARVEL:

- Bucky Barnes

- Steve Rogers

- Natasha Romanoff

- Wanda Maximoff

- Thor

- Peter Quill

- Shuri

- Peter Parker

DC:

- Damian Wayne

- Jason Todd

- Dick Grayson

- Tim Drake

- Wonder Woman

- Harley Quinn

- Stephanie Brown

- Any teen titans character

- Wally West

IT2017 (aged up):

- Richie Tozier

- Beverly Marsh

- maybe Eddie ??

STRANGER THINGS:

- Billy Hargrove

- Steve Harrington

hii! i'd like to request a steve x fem!reader fix please :> so it's a soulmate au fic and i've seen an idea about the first sentence they're going to say to you is written on you. maybe it will turn into gold when it's said to you with a tingling feeling so you know he's your soulmate. and as steve works at family video, for reader, it's a spoiler of a movie line about a character dying maybe, but she doesn't know that, so she says that that's what the death or dying part in her line said. so like a meet cute maybe thank youu <33

This is such a cute concept! I hope you liked it! This is the second time attempting to post this so hopefully it works this time

Requests are open

Word count: 600

When a person turns ten years old, the first words their soulmate will ever say to them appears on their wrist. Once those words are said, they turn gold. Some people say they got a tingling feeling shoot up their arm, others say they feel a warm feeling settles deep in their chest. But everyone always says they feel a massive amount of relief when they find their person.

Though some people never find their person and are destined to be alone. And that’s what Y/N thought for herself. She never thought she would find her person. Until one hot day in Family Video

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Y/N walked into Family Video, sighing in relief to be out of the blistering head. July in Hawkins was like walking on the face of the sun. In short, it was hell. Wiping sweat from her forehead, Y/N walked further into the fantasy section, hearing a girl yell out,

“Welcome to Family Video. Let us know if we can help in any way.” Y/N continued on her way, picking up movies every now and then to read the description, only to put them back down. She wanted to find the perfect movie she can watch over and over so she doesn’t have to leave the comfort of her A/C-cooled apartment until this heat wave passes Hawkins, which wouldn’t be for another week. So Y/N was on a mission to find the best movie this store had to offer.

Across the store, Steve and Robin stood behind the checkout counter, each fiddling with their own fan, Steve out of anxiety, Robin out of boredom.

“I’m telling you, Rob, I’m destined to be alone for all my miserable life!” Steve said to his platonic soulmate. Steve thunked his head down onto the counter, Robin wincing at the force of the smack, running her hand through Steve’s hair.

“And this is why you’re a dingus. You’re only twenty years old, Steve. You have plenty of time to find her.” Robin replies, sighing again when Steve grunts. “Well, I’m going on break, help this customer out please.” Robin says, walking to the back.

Y/N walks up to the counter, setting her movies down and smiling up at Steve. He gives her a smile back, looking at what movies she picked out.

“Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.” Steve says, smiling at the tapes in front of him.

“W-what?” Y/N asks, a tingle shooting up her arm. Steve’s smile falters, looking back up from the counter.

“It’s from the movie.” Is all Steve replies with. He gets a warm feeling settling in his chest, prompting him to look down at his soulmate words, seeing them glowing gold, a slight glow lighting up his face. “It’s you! You’re my soulmate!” Steve exclaimed happily. Y/N’s smile widened, flinging her arms around Steve, and pulling him into a hug.

“I never thought I would find you. I’m so happy I finally found you!” Y/N cried, burying her face in Steve’s neck. Steve let out a joyful laugh, pressing a kiss to the crown of Y/N’s head.

“Hang on, wait right here. I’m going to see if Robin will cover the rest of my shift so I can stay with you. Get to know each other.” Steve smiled, letting go of Y/N to go find Robin and tell her the news.

Y/N thought she would be leaving Family Video with only a few movies, not with her soulmate.

Funny how life works somehow…

Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary- Reader's first time meeting Steve

2.2K words

REQUEST ARE OPEN

Y/N scanned the halls for Nancy Wheeler, trying her best to keep her anxiety at bay. When she caught sight of her, she quickly shut her locker, walked up to the tiny girl, and waited for her to finish her conversation with Robin Buckley and Eddie Munson before she would say anything. She kept her eyes down on the floor, looking at the shoes the others were wearing.

"We'll catch you at Steve's tonight, Nance. Bye, Y/N!" Eddie said sweetly to Y/N, bringing said girl out of her head. She looked up just as the other two were leaving, flashing a tiny smile at them before turning to look at Nancy, who was already looking at her.

"Hi, Y/N. Did you need something?" Nancy asked her in a kind tone, looking into Y/N's eyes. A small smile graced her beautiful face, easing Y/N's nerves slightly. A small smile of her own fell onto Y/N's face just as she began to talk.

"Y-yeah. I was wondering if you would be willing to tutor me in math and chemistry? I'm just really having a hard time with everything since it's getting closer to midterms and I'm so worried I'm going to fail them and which would not look good on my applications to college, and I could just really use your help. I-I can pay you, if you want, too, probably not much but it would be better than not paying you because I'm taking up your time-" Y/N rambled but was cut off by a chuckling Nancy.

"Y/N, slow down! I'd be more than happy to help you out. You don't need to pay me. Do you want to start tonight?" Nancy asks, pulling out a piece of paper to write something down.

"Oh, um, I thought I heard Eddie say you were busy tonight. We can start tomorrow if you're free. I don't want to take you away from your friends if you already had plans." Y/N said, looking down just enough not to make eye contact with the other girl across from her.

"It's totally fine! Steve won't mind someone else coming along. It was just dinner and a couple games tonight anyway. We do this every Friday night, it's nothing special. I can go ask Steve right now if it would make you feel better?" Nancy asked, the same small smile from a few minutes ago coming back onto her face.

"Um, yeah. That would make me feel a lot better." Y/N said, following after Nancy on her walk to her station wagon in the parking lot.

Nancy unlocked to door, sliding in and grabbing a walkie-talkie from the glove box, pressing the call button down, and talking into it.

"Steve? It's Nancy. I have a question for you." She said. The radio crackled a few times before a voice was heard through it.

"Yeah, what's up, Nance?" The voice, Steve, Y/N was assuming, said on the other end.

"Y/F/N asked me today if I could help with her midterms, I said I could tonight but she doesn't want to impose on our family night tonight. Is it okay if I bring her along? I told her you would be fine with it but she just wants to make sure." Nancy explained into the radio, releasing the button when she was done talking.

"Of course it's fine! The more the merrier! What kind of pizza does she like? Or if she doesn't like pizza I could pick something else up for her. Does she have any dietary worries I should know about?" Steve asks in a cheery voice. Nancy looks over at Y/N with a big smile, asking her the same question. Y/N answers quietly for Nancy to tell him, then they're saying their goodbyes to each other. Nancy gets out of the car, smiling at Y/N again.

"Well, that settles it then! You'll come and hang out at Steve's house with us tonight and we'll study together. I'm helping Eddie with his midterms tonight as well so this works out great. I'll pick you up at, say, quarter to six at your house?" Nancy asks, getting a nod in return and a slip of paper with Y/N's address on it. "Great! I'll see you tonight Y/N!" Nancy says in a sweet voice before walking back into the school for her last class of the day.

~*~

Y/N switched her sweater out for the third time tonight, deciding on a simple Hawkins High Swim sweatshirt just as she heard Nancy honk her car horn from the driveway, telling her she was waiting for her. Y/N quickly checked her outfit one last time, deciding it would have to be good enough now. When she had gotten home, she quickly took a shower to wash the day off of her and changed into a pair of light wash, baggy jeans, and now, after changing so many times, a sweatshirt. Her hair had been towel dried so it had a little bit of curl to it, falling over her shoulders and down her back. Y/N threw her backpack on and rushed out the door, telling her parents not to wait up for her tonight.

"Hey! We just need to make one stop before we head to Steve's place, I hope that's okay." Nancy said when Y/N got into the car. She nodded her head, putting her bag down at her feet and putting her seatbelt on. 

Once the car stopped at the Henderson's place and said boy made it into the car, Nancy directed them to Steve's house, Y/N could feel her anxiety ramping up slightly. She had never been to Steve Harrington's house before. She had no reason to be at his house in the past. She wasn't really a party type of girl, she preferred to stay at home, reading a book or watching a movie. Not to mention the major crush she had on the Harrington's only child. I mean, who didn't?

Nancy slowly pulled into a large driveway, cutting the engine off before getting out of the car and following the boys up to the door. Y/N took a deep breath just as she got to the front door, following after Nancy into the house and slipping her Vans off, setting them next to Nancy's shoes. 

Y/N could hear loud talking and laughing coming from the living room, which she slowly walked into. The laughing and talking cut off when she walked in, everyone staring at her. Y/N could see Eddie and Robin smile brightly at her, making her feel only a tiny bit better, but not much considering eight other sets of eyes on her. Y/N's eyes gravitate toward the ground until she hears a familiar voice come into the room.

"Okay, I just ordered the pizzas, guy said it would be about half an hour before they got here. What are you all looking at?" Steve asked, turning his head toward the entry to the living room from the front door and stairs. "Oh, you must be Y/N?" He asks, smiling gently at her. 

"Y-yeah, that's me. Sorry to crash your party, Nancy said it would be okay for me to come. But I'll stay out of everyone's hair, I'm just here to study with Nancy." Y/N said quietly, trying her best to hold eye contact with Steve, but failing miserably.

"No, you didn't crash anything! I told Nancy that you're more than welcome to hang out with us!" Steve said with a sweet smile on his face. "Oh, um, I'm Steve, you already know Robin and Eddie, but that's Johnathan. And those gremlins are Max, Jane, Erica, Dustin, Mike, Will, and Lucas." Steve introduced everyone in the room to the newcomer, turning back to her when he finished. Everyone gave a small wave and smile, then went back to their earlier conversations. "You're welcome to come in and make yourself comfortable. I've set up the far end of the dining table for you, Nance, and Eddie whenever you're ready to start studying." Steve said, pointing in the general direction of the dining room. Y/N nodded her head, walking further into the room, only after Nancy walked in.

"Eddie, I think Y/N and I are going to start studying if you want to join us. I know how much you love to play the games with everyone so it would probably be a good idea to study before dinner gets here so you can still play after. That sound okay?" Nancy asked the metalhead, to which he nodded his head, grabbing his bag from next to him and walking off to the dining room. Nancy and Y/N followed him, seeing where Steve set up a place for them. He had pens, pencils, and highlighters sitting in the middle with a pencil sharpener off to the side slightly. Y/N smiled at the thought that Steve made sure they had everything they needed before they got started. "Okay, why don't we start with math? You're in the same math class, I believe, yes?" Nancy asked, earning a nod from the other two.

Y/N pulled out her math notebook and textbook, flipping to the page the teacher assigned them to, and started on the problems on the page.

For the next twenty minutes, Y/N, Nancy, and Eddie worked on the math problems their teacher had given them for the weekend, Nancy occasionally helping the two of them when they asked for it. Just as Y/N was getting to the second page of math equations, Steve walked in with several boxes of pizza, setting them on the dining table, and yelling for everyone to come and get it. Before Y/N could even put her pencil back down on her paper to keep writing, everyone came rushing into the room, throwing the pizza boxes open and grabbing their slices of dinner, Nancy and Eddie among those getting food.

"Are you going to come get some Y/N?" Nancy asked, looking over to said girl, raising her eyebrows.

"Oh, uh, yeah just give me a few minutes to finish this problem." Y/N said, giving the others a small smile. She looked back down at the textbook once she got a nod from Nancy.

Half an hour later, Y/N was still working on her math, with no food on a plate in front of her. She was startled from her concentration when Steve sat down next to her, placing a plate in front of her with three pieces of pizza on it, a smile on his face.

"I noticed you never got up for dinner and wanted to save some for you before the gremlins picked over everything." He said, pointing to the plate between the two of them.

"Oh, um, thank you." Y/N said quietly, blushing slightly.

Steve just gave her a big grin before looking down at her sweatshirt. "Are you on the swim team? I was the captain for three years including my senior year." Steve said with a proud smile.

"Oh, um, no. My older brother was on the team all four years of school. His name was Carter, he really thought you were cool. Looked up to you a lot." Y/N explained with a smile of her own on her lips.

"Oh, yeah I know Carter. But I thought your last name was Y/L/N. The back of the sweatshirt says Wentworth." Steve says, a confused look taking over his face. Y/N couldn't help but chuckle slightly at how cute he was.

"It is. He took our stepdad's last name when our mom remarried, I kept my dad's name. Never liked my step-family much."

"Ah, makes sense. Your brother was pretty cool. I knew he had a little sister but I had no idea she was so cute and shy." Steve said, the same smile from before gracefully falling onto his face once more. Y/N smiled down at her homework again, a fierce blush taking over her cheeks.

"I'm not so much as shy, it's just my anxiety. And I'm not cute." She said, the last one more to herself than to Steve.

"Oh come on. You're very cute. Don't sell yourself short there, sweetheart." Steve said, trying to convince the girl in front of him. "Well, everyone is getting antsy to start playing a few games so why don't you come join us? Take a break from your work and have some fun, get to know everyone." Steve said, standing from his spot at the table.

"Oh, no that's fine. I don't want to intrude on your game night. It's enough that you're feeding me. I don't want to step on anyone's toes." Y/N said, shaking her head and dropping the easy smile that was on her plump lips.

"I already told you that you didn't intrude or ruin anything. Max and Jane were pestering me to come in here and get you to play some games with us. They're excited to meet you and pull you into this little rag-tag group we have," Steve said, a blush starting to creep up on his face. "And I was hoping to get to know you a bit better, maybe ask you out on a date?" He asked, the blush fully taking over his face by now. It was pretty cute.

"Okay, but only because I was promised a date from Steve Harrington. I'll hold you to that, I hope you know that." Y/N joked, smiling as a grin broke out on Steve's face.

"Yeah! We can hash out the details before you leave tonight!" Steve said excitedly. Y/N smiled up at him, following him out of the dining room and to the packed living room.

Steve Harrington x Munson!reader

Concept from @reddir14

Summary- Reader is Eddie’s little sister, she’s dating Steve but lives with Eddie and Wayne. Reader and Steve just had a baby girl a few weeks prior to when story takes place. Reader is really struggling with new baby without Steve there to help all the time. Eddie steps up and helps his little sister with her newborn baby.

WARNINGS- reader has a breakdown, reader thinks she's a bad mother, crying Eddie being a total sweetheart

1.8k words

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Eddie closed the door behind his four-year-old son and ex-fiance, sighing heavily. He walked away from the door, going to lock himself in his room like he did every time his little boy left. He didn’t get to see the little mini-me often, seeing how the boys' mother moved them out of state to be closer to her family. Eddie really fought her on the matter, but she still moved them, much to his dismay. 

Y/N woke with a start, hearing the front door close, knowing right away that Ozzy (Eddie’s little boy) was gone. It made her sad, knowing she wouldn’t see the little ray of sunshine for several months. It made her even sadder knowing Ozzy wouldn’t see his only cousin, her three-week-old daughter, Cecilia, for several months. Y/N also knew that Eddie would be upset for the next few days. He rarely got to see his little boy and it made living with his younger sister and her new baby that much harder. The metalhead was still with his fiance when Ozzy was born, but they split not long after his first birthday. Eddie had found out the mother of his baby had been cheating on him for well over three years. He had even questioned if little Ozzy was his baby, but a paternity test proved him to be the father without a doubt, and especially when the boy got older, looking just like his father. He had the same brown eyes, brown, curly hair, and the same way of talking. He was undeniably his boy, Amanda, his ex-fiance could deny it all she wanted, the test results were clear, and so was Ozzy being a little mini Eddie.

Y/N was pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of a screaming infant. The young mom takes a deep breath before getting out of bed and walking to the crib that is set against the wall across from her bed. She bends down to pick up the wailing baby, cradling her to her chest, trying her best to calm the infant. Y/N slowly walked back over to her bed, gently sitting down while she took off her top, trying her best to unclasp the nursing bra she was wearing so she could feed her baby. After struggling for several minutes to get the bra off, she carefully set baby Cecila down on her bed, picking her back up quickly once she got the clasp undone. She brought the still screaming infant up to her breast, letting her latch onto her, sighing out when the crying ceased, now only listening to the soft little coos the baby made as she fed from her mother.

While Cecilia drank, a knock sounded on the front door, catching Y/N’s attention. She groaned, quicking throwing a nursing blanket over her daughter and gingerly walking out of her room to open the front door.

When she opened the door, she was met with a smiling Steve, her boyfriend, and baby daddy (Steve hates when anyone calls him the baby daddy. He doesn’t want to be known as the baby daddy, seeing as he actually takes care of his daughter and her mother, instead of running off like most baby daddies do.). Y/N smiles tiredly up at her boyfriend, letting him lean in a press a tender kiss on her lips. “Good morning baby. How was your night?” He asks when he walks into the small trailer that she and Eddie lived in. Y/N pulls Cecila out from under the blanket when she feels her release her breast from her mouth, handing the baby over to her father to be burped and held while she pumped the rest of the milk she has in her breast, into a bottle.

“It was okay. Ozzy held her for a while before he went to bed. When Eddie handed her back to me is when she started screaming and crying. She cried for almost two hours until she wore herself out and fell asleep. Then she was up every other hour all night long. I think she just wanted you, but I couldn’t just go over to your place. I just don’t think she likes me. She’s only ever calm for you or Eds.” Y/N said, tearing up just slightly when she looked at how calm her baby was while she lay in her dad's arms.

“That’s not true Y/N. She can tell when you’re stressed out and it stresses her out. I feel terrible that I can’t be here but you know that I’m working extra shifts at the store so we can get our own place, so I’m never home. I’m just not comfortable leaving you home alone in that huge house with a baby. It makes me feel better knowing Eddie is here to help you when I’m not around. I’m sorry I’m not here to help you with Cecilia. I feel terrible leaving you alone with her.” Steve says, looking generally upset he couldn’t be there to help Y/N with the baby. 

“I know you can’t be there to help, I’m just having a hard time with her is all,” Y/N says, blinking away the tears in her eyes. “How long do you have until you have to go to work?”

                         ~*~

Eddie had just gotten home from shopping, bringing in the few bags full of food when he opened the door to be met with the screams of Cecilia and the crying sounds of Y/N. He freaks out just slightly inside when he can’t see the new mother-daughter pair, throwing the bags into the kitchen before walking back to his sister's room to find the girls there.

He walks into the room to find baby Cecelia on the bed, surrounded by pillows to make sure she didn’t go anywhere, crying and screaming her head off. Y/N sat on the floor, head in her hands as she sobbed into her hands. Eddie could see her shoulders shaking from her cries. 

“Y/N? What’s going on?” Eddie asks, walking into the room carefully, not wanting to set off his overly emotional sister. Said girl is quick to shoot her head up, more tears welling in her eyes when she sees her older brother picking her daughter up, her cries stopping almost immediately.

“She hates me!” She cries, burying her head in her hands again.

“What are you talking about? Who hates you?” Eddie asks, gently sitting down on the floor next to his baby sister. He gently rocks the infant in his arms, back and forth, watching as her eyes close and she falls asleep.

“Cecilia hates me!” Y/N says, looking up at the now sleeping baby.

“What makes you say that?” Eddie asks gently, wanting to know why she would ever say that her own baby hates her.

“She just does! All she ever does when Steve or you aren’t here is cry! She’s only content and not screaming her head off when you or Steve is holding her. She hates me and I’m a terrible mother!” Y/N cries, looking up at Eddie with teary eyes.

“Cece doesn’t hate you! She loves you more than anything or anyone in this whole world. She just knows that you’re stressed and that makes her stressed. She’s fine with Steve and me because we’re not stressing or worrying when we’re holding her. She can tell when something is wrong. She doesn’t hate you Y/N/N.” Eddie says, pulling Cecila closer to his chest as he talks. “Here, I can watch her for awhile while you go and shower then sleep for a few hours. I know you’re still healing from having her. I also know you’re exhausted and need some sleep. And when you wake up, I’ll teach you a few things I learned from when Ozzy was a baby. Does that sound good to you?” Eddie asks, helping his little sister up off of the ground and gently pushing her to the bed with one hand, the other still holding up the baby. Y/N nods her head, falling onto the mattress. She covers herself up with the blanket and is quick to fall asleep. Eddie places a gentle kiss on the crown of her head before walking out of the room and out to the living room to cuddle with Cecilia.

                        ~*~

When Y/N emerges from her room several hours later, her hair still wet from her shower, her eyes land on a sweet sight. In the living room, Eddie smiled down at his niece and he bounced her up and down, talking to Steve who sat in the recliner just a few feet away from him, a smile of his own on his face.

“I didn’t realize she was struggling so much with her. I was so busy with Ozzy while he was here and then being so depressed when he left I guess I didn’t bother to check on her. But today, when I saw her crying, I knew I had to step in and be the big brother I’ve always tried to be for her. And I didn’t realize how much I miss the infant stage. I love Ozzy and all, but I wish he was still a baby sometimes. I just can’t get enough of the baby cuddles!” Eddie said to Steve. Y/N tuned out the rest of what he was saying to watch him with Cecilia. He was a natural when it came to babies, but maybe that was just because he’s been a father for several years now and knows what he’s doing…

Eddie is quick to turn around when he hears the floor creak under Y/N’s feet, smiling at the young mother. He beckons her over to him, looking back down at his niece.

“I was just telling Steve that Cece seems to really like to be bounced slightly like this. How was your nap? I see you had a shower too.” Eddie says, looking back at his sister, watching as she just nods her head. “Alright! Parenting one-o-one is officially in session. Y/N, sit down on the couch and I’m going to teach you a few things about caring for a newborn.” Eddie says as he hands a very happy Cecilia over to her mother. Y/N cautiously takes the baby from her brother, cradling her to her chest. “Just relax, don’t stress out or worry, she can tell when you’re not happy.” Eddie says, smiling as Cece looks at her mother, giving her a gummy smile. Y/N can’t help but smile back down at her daughter, relieved she wasn’t crying the second she was placed down in her arms.

Y/N gazed down at the baby in her arms as she listened to Eddie talk, smiling at the faces her daughter was making. She had never seen her so happy while she laid in her arms, only ever seeing her crying. She could get used to this.

Yeah, this shouldn’t be that hard…

Stranger Things Fic Rec Masterlist

Masterlists

Masterlist @belokhvostikova

Steve Harrington

Come Back to Me @crappymixtape

Eddie Munson

If you’d taken an arrow (and run it right through me) @iliaclwrites

Everybody’s talkin up a storm (act like they don’t notice) @iliaclwrites

My girlfriend from Canada @dropletscarlet

Cruel Confessions @hellfirewhxre

Second Chances First Times @msgexymunson

Sauron's Secret @emeritusemeritus

Liar, Liar @elegantpaperoperatormaker

Robin Buckley

The girl of her dreams @slightly-smarter-nat

Lucas Sinclair

Little Misunderstanding @refiwrites

Eddie x Reader x Steve

welcome to the dungeon... @bimbobaggins69

I agree, i'm genderfluid and not girly as other girls are

Reposting a comment I made on a post and adding to it

x Reader fics need to handle writing “reader” better sometimes

As a 6ft afab person who’s built like a man and has never been super feminine and has a more unique haircut that’s shorter I hate to read about “readers” petite, small, pale body and her “long flowy straight hair”, etc.

Reader is meant to be ambiguous!! And if it’s important to the plot please mention it at the beginning!!! If it’s not important to the plot why is it being included???

Some people who are reading may be tall, fat, skinny, short, or even somewhere in between. The readers could have a hijab, 4c hair, locks, braids, long hair, short hair, wavy, no hair and even more.

Stop making all readers so sweet and innocent, I want a reader who’s petty and sassy sometimes. I’ve noticed also that so many readers are either too baby to do anything or over powered.

Personally I also hate reading about obviously toxic men and relationships that the reader goes back to because they are “so in love”, like no please let me deck that sucker and leave them in the dust and be happier.

Also, if you label your post with the tag “___ x reader” or titled with “___ x reader” and then make descriptions and then ADD A NAME!!! It’s not an x reader fic and I heavily want to block you.

Edit:

Hey hello! I just wanted to add that I heavily respect and love fic writers! So many have a talent that I will never reach or have and I appreciate your content being put out at all! I made this post as a 5 am ramble and was half delirious lol

People can write as they please and I’ll ignore it if I’m not interested or I’ll make slight internal edits to fit me if I am

Hello! I'm pretty new to writing fics on here I've only got two so far a Luke Patterson x Reader and a Peter Parker x Reader (Link to my masterlist in my bio)

But I would love some requests if that isn't too much to ask love you all!!

P.S. At this point in time I won't be writing anything that isn't an x reader I'll update if I decide to change that. I am willing to write a lot of different things so feel free to req for any show, game, celebrity, ect.

P.P.S I write smut but only for characters/ people 18+ Thank you 😁