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ABOUT ME

Welcome to my blog! Il +18, she/her

➜ MASTERLIST: click here

➜ RULES: read here before request

➜ REQUEST: open (for Steve Harrington)

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all the content of this blog is mine, so please do not copy or publish it on other platforms!

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Peter Claffey as Joe Walsh BAD SISTERS 2.01 “Good Sisters”

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everybody say thank you, dexter

[gold-like-lemonade]

thinking very hard, having many thoughts about the reader being a highborn lady seated next to prince aerion at a feast, or a celebration of some sort. i don’t know, point is, he’s talking your ear off about a tourney or something about his prowess on the field, assuming you’re both listening to and waiting for his every word.

meanwhile, you are tuning him out completely because your eyes are fixed on the shadows, where prince daeron is nursing a bottle of wine like it’s something precious, his light eyes darting around the full room until they stop altogether and stare right back into your own. he blinks at you, as though he hadn’t expected to be noticed. charmed, you wonder if you could excuse yourself, take your cup and sit with him a while. he looks lonely, all on his own.

[queennymeria]

DAERON TARGARYEN in A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (1.06) The Morrow

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I haven't been the same person since I saw that headcanon about Valarr being more sensitive in his white streak of hair

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Can anyone recommend any aerion targaryen x reader fanfics where aerion is nice to reader or is in love with her? I know it's ooc for him, but I love that trope

(Also, if anyone has any fluff fics for either daeron, baelor, valarr or maekar, pls tell me. I’m a sucker for fluff…)

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Hi, could someone help me find a The Pitt fic please😩? Robby x Reader and also Mohabbot. If I remember correctly, Samira and Reader were partying with Robby and Jack or something like that. I read it last year!!!

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MASTERLIST

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄

A piece of heaven

Summary: Mattheo realizes how his life has changed while he shares a moment with his baby boy and his wife.

A moment of realization

Summary: Harry Potter, the golden boy, tries to get used to see the girl he loves in the arms of another. But it's a little complicated when those arms belong to the son of his enemy.

Night comfort

Summary: After some time together, Mattheo learns to accept the comfort of spending a night in your presence.

A dark moment

Summary: Mattheo faces one of the worst moments of his life, but at least you're by his side.

A helping hand

Summary: Another fight leaves Mattheo defenseless with a broken hand. Luckily, you, Madame Pomfrey's beautiful apprentice, are there to heal him.

Notice me

Summary: Mattheo loses his temper when he hears two idiots laughing at you, the strange but endearing Ravenclaw he's had a crush on for a while.

➜ Part 2

No expectations

Summary: Mattheo sets out to be the kind of father he never had for his son.

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𝐀𝐙𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋

The fourth sister

➜ Part 2

➜ Part 3

➜ Part 4

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𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

Lean on Me

Summary: between the chaos of the new Hawkins and the planning for another crawl, Steve finds an odd moment of relax.

I Think We’re Alone Now

Summary: Steve and you try to keep your relationship a secret to avoid your little brother’s reaction. But of course things don’t work in your favor.

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RULES FOR REQUEST

I am not a professional writer, so please be patient :)

I mostly write fluff, so fluff request are always welcomed.

I DO NOT WRITE:

cheating

mental illnesses or disorders, anxiety

(I’m not fully opposed to smut, but I can’t promise i’ll do the request. It’ll depend on the mood)

WHO DO I WRITE FOR:

STRANGER THINGS:

Steve Harrington

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saw you were asking for ideas for fics with Steve Harrington. I love the trope Steve x henderson!reader :3 maybe you could write something about them trying to keep their relationship secret because they don't know how Dustin would take it. Dustin never liked when her sister dates someone because her previous boyfriends/flings were all douchebags and idiots just with money, look and not a bit of brain. So they're at the Hendersons house, her and Steve in her bedroom (while making out), and they thought they were alone in the house but Dustin came home early. So Dustin knock at her sister's door (fortunately locked before he arrived), she makes up excuses and Dustin suspect she had a boy in her room. When Steve was hidden (somewhere in the room) she opens the door. He found Steve where he was hiding and they thought Dustin would be annoyed that his friend was dating his sister but he isn't. English is not my first language so I'm sorry if the request is a bit confusing, I hope you understand what I mean :3

I THINK WE’RE ALONE NOW

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I THINK WE’RE ALONE NOW

Look at the way

We gotta hide what we're doin

'Cause what would they say

pairing: steve harrington x reader

summary: you and Steve try to keep your relationship a secret to avoid your little brother’s reaction. But of course things don’t work in your favor.

warnings: nothing (making out?).

a/n: sorry if there's mistakes, english is not my first language

You and Steve agreed to keep things quiet for a reason. And what was it? You little asshole of a brother, as Steve usually called him.

Dustin Henderson was many things—smart, loyal, protective with the ones he loved—and he loved his big sister more than anyone. So he definitely wasn’t chill about her dating life. After years of watching her bring home guys useless pricks, he’d stopped trying to be nice to any of them.

So Steve had to stay as a secret.

Which is how he ended up in your bed, the door locked, his lips pressing loving kisses to your neck, making you try to hold your laugh when his hair kept tickling.

“This is a horrible idea,” you murmured, smiling. Your hands went to his head with the intention of pushing him away, but your body had a mind of it’s own, and instead your fingers slipped into his hair. God, you loved his hair.

Steve smiled at the feeling, lifting from your neck to kiss your mouth playfully. “I don’t see you stopping me”.

Before you could respond, the sound of the front door opening cut through the moment.

You both froze like statues.

Footsteps downstairs. A backpack dropping.

Steve pulled back truly now, eyes wide. “He wasn’t supposed to be home yet.”

“I know.”

“Okay. Okay. What do I do?”

“You hide.”

“Where?”

You scanned the room, already moving. “The wardrobe. Just—go.”

Another voice floated up the stairs. “Y/N? Are you home?”

Steve closed the wardrobe door, getting out of sight just as you heard your brother twisting the knob.

“I’m here, Dustin” you answered, trying to keep your voice steady, calming your breathing for all the kissing.

“Why’s your door locked?”

You hesitated. “Privacy?”

Dustin snorted. “You never lock your door.”

He forced the knob again, already convinced of something. You inhaled a deep breath before approaching the door, removing the lock and opening the door only slightly to reveal your brother giving you a suspicious look.

He didn’t push past you immediately. He just looked at you. Then at the room. Then back at you.

“You are hiding someone in there,” he stated.

“No.” You denied quickly, too quickly.

“You’re bad at lying, you know that?” Dustin asked giving you an obvious gaze.

He stepped in and you didn’t stop him so you didn’t seem even more suspicious, holding your breath unconsciously when he approached the wardrobe too much. But of course our good luck wouldn’t last forever, because it took Dustin about ten seconds to notice the shoes. The red Nike. Steve’s usual shoes.

Dustin sighed. You stood frozen, closing your eyes before looking at him with an innocent smile that didn’t work for anything else than Dustin throwing you an unimpressed look while automatically turning to the wardrobe.

“Get out,” he ordered with a honestly imposing voice for his age.

The door opened slowly to reveal a wary Steve, like he was wondering what reaction was the best option. “Hey, man.”

There was a long pause.

You waited for the lecture. The disappointment. The automatic fight you were used to.

But to yours and Steve’s surprise, Dustin crossed his arms and looked first to you, and then to Steve. “So…my sister?”

Steve nodded, between ashamed and faked nonchalance. Why was he so scared of a pre-teenager reaction?. “Yeah.”

Another pause. You wanted the Earth to swallow you. Then: “Huh.”

That was it.

“Huh? What does that mean?” you asked carefully.

Dustin shrugged. “I mean, I expected worse when I saw the door locked.” He looked at Steve. “I thought it would be one of those basket pricks you usually date. I mean, Steve was one of those, but he isn’t that much o an idiot now”

Steve blinked. “I—thanks?”

“Don’t thank me yet,” Dustin continued, pointing at you. “Are you happy?”

“Yes.” You didn’t hesitate

He nodded once. “Cool.”

Then he turned to Steve. “If you screw this up, though, I will make your life miserable, Harrington.”

Steve didn’t hesitate either. “Not planning to.”

Dustin nodded and headed for the door. “Good. And also, don’t make out when I’m home. That’s gross, you pervs.”

And then the door closed behind him, making you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Steve laughed softly, exhaling equally.

“Well,” he said, “that went better than we imagined.”

You smiled, blushing slightly as you approached him, snuggling into his chest. “Yeah. I’m somehow glad it happened. So we don’t have to hide anymore.”

Steve looked at you, relieved and slightly playful. “Yeah. Climbing to your window is a bit more difficult in winter.”

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LEAN ON ME…

when you're not strong

And I'll be your friend

I'll help you carry on.

pairing: steve harrington x reader

summary: between the chaos of the new Hawkins and the planning for another crawl, Steve finds an odd moment of relax.

warnings: slight season 5 spoiler (the crawls), but set in between season 4 and 5.

a/n: sorry if there’s mistakes, english is not my first language, anyway, enjoy it😙

The room buzzed with low voices and exhausted spirit. Everyone was gathered around the table, papers spread out, D&D figures moving around. The usual Friday plan for a group of teenagers and a few tired adults.

Steve sat in one of the metal folding chairs, leaning back with his left ankle leaning on his right knee, eyes half-open as he tried to follow the plan Dustin and Mike were arguing about once again.

You stood beside him, close enough that your thigh brushed the edge of his shoulder every now and then. Your mind was half on the projected map and the other half was painfully trying not to fall asleep. Everyone had been tired recently. Including your boyfriend.

Your eyes drifted to him uncontrollably.

His hair was falling into his eyes by now after hours of running his fingers through his strands repeatedly, a nervous manner you knew he had developed after his first encounter with the Upside Down. He had been tense lately, snappy most of the time, and especially tired.

Before you could think twice about it, your hand slipped into his fluffy hair.

Just a soft touch at first. A tender caress to place a few rebel strands back in place so they didn’t bother him.

Steve only leaned slightly on your hand, like a touch starved puppy. Your attention went back to the map and the ongoing discussion, your finger still absentmindedly running through his hair as your nails gently scratched his nape in a loving manner.

It was something really common between you both. And then, you felt it.

The slight exhale of air and the barely there move against your hand. And a head leaning softly into your hip.

You looked down, and the sight made your heart clench and your ministrations momentarily stop. Steve’s eyes—those you loved so dearly— were completely shut, and his shoulders looked free of the tension he usually carried, and he made a barely there nuzzle against your body, like asking you to start the caresses again and never stop.

It was soothing to see him like this, finally relaxed, even if it was for a brief while before having to face the real world again. At least, you could give him this little rest your boy deserved so much.

You kept running your fingers through his hair, more gentler and slowly than before, and you knew you probably looked lovesick while observing him.

The conversation kept going in those minutes you have been distracted, and you were glad no one had really minded it. You didn’t want him to be woken up.

Dustin was the first to notice you two. And despite his usual teasing and banter, his mouth stayed shut that moment and he went back to the planning with a quiet understanding.

No one commented over the sleeping assigned babysitter, or how you were caressing his hair and observing him like it was your mission that day, instead of the upcoming crawl. But everyone understood the situation.

A little moment of peace before the world could fall apart again.

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A Court of Wind and Shadow

Prologue

Aryenn didn't know where to look. Although tears of terror clouded her eyes freely, making it hard to see anything clearly.

She could distinguish Elain's sobs beside her and Nesta's growls as she struggled with the guards holding them all.

She could see Feyre, her twin, in Rhysand's arms, her face twisted in a terror-stricken grimace as she saw them there, bound and gagged, and now looked at the King of Hybern with a promise of death shining in her eyes.

And she could see him, which brought more tears to her eyes and a pitiful sob that escaped involuntarily from her chest. Azriel, his chest pierced by an arrow, lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood, or a mixture of his and Cassian's, whose wings made Aryenn have to look away for a second to try to breathe again.

A nightmare. That was the word to describe the scene.

Aryenn heard little more of the conversation and only reacted when the guards moved to bring Elain to the Cauldron. Aryenn looked at her sisters, looked all around, starting to sob louder and struggle alongside Nesta and Elain.

She couldn't focus on anything else amidst that blanket of terror except her older sister being dragged against her will to that vessel full of dangerous power. One that was about to change her life forever.

Aryenn was about to collapse to her knees when Elain disappeared into the Cauldron's waters.

Her body trembled more violently, and her breathing became more labored by the minute when they pulled her sister out of the Cauldron.

Fae.

It had worked.

And now Nesta and she were next.

She didn't attend to anything except Nesta's animalistic struggle as they dragged her to the Cauldron. Not to Feyre on her knees crying. Not to a wounded Cassian trying with his last strength to reach Nesta, who fought every step towards the fate that awaited them.

She saw the moment her sister raised a finger towards the King of Hybern. A promise. The last one before being submerged in the waters like Elain had been.

And when she emerged again, Aryenn knew. The Cauldron wouldn't be the same for the next three. Whatever it had done to Elain hadn't been the same for Nesta. And definitely wouldn't be the same for her.

Aryenn didn't have the strength to fight after witnessing the torture. She wasn't Nesta. Her body didn't react with struggle. She knew that no matter what she did, the same fate as her sisters, now fae, awaited her. So her only reaction was to let out a terrified sob when the guards holding her started to bring her closer to the Cauldron.

Aryenn was attentive to those last moments before being submerged.

Feyre's cry and wail of pain as she saw her twin there.

Nesta kneeling beside an Elain in shock, watching her last sister suffer the same fate as her.

Rhysand trying to keep calm knowing he had his hands tied to help them.

And Azriel.

That was the last thing Aryenn saw.

Azriel's pained growl when he turned in her direction, stretching out an arm despite having an ash arrow piercing his heart. Trying to reach her. Trying to get to her even as he was dying. That was what Aryenn would remember most before drowning in the Cauldron.

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I'm literally incapable of finishing my fanfics, and yet I keep posting more, so here's A Court of Wind and Shadow. It's sort of a rewrite of The Fourth Sister. I'm also posting the story on Wattpad.

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A Court of Wind and Shadow

Prologue

Aryenn didn't know where to look. Although tears of terror clouded her eyes freely, making it hard to see anything clearly.

She could distinguish Elain's sobs beside her and Nesta's growls as she struggled with the guards holding them all.

She could see Feyre, her twin, in Rhysand's arms, her face twisted in a terror-stricken grimace as she saw them there, bound and gagged, and now looked at the King of Hybern with a promise of death shining in her eyes.

And she could see him, which brought more tears to her eyes and a pitiful sob that escaped involuntarily from her chest. Azriel, his chest pierced by an arrow, lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood, or a mixture of his and Cassian's, whose wings made Aryenn have to look away for a second to try to breathe again.

A nightmare. That was the word to describe the scene.

Aryenn heard little more of the conversation and only reacted when the guards moved to bring Elain to the Cauldron. Aryenn looked at her sisters, looked all around, starting to sob louder and struggle alongside Nesta and Elain.

She couldn't focus on anything else amidst that blanket of terror except her older sister being dragged against her will to that vessel full of dangerous power. One that was about to change her life forever.

Aryenn was about to collapse to her knees when Elain disappeared into the Cauldron's waters.

Her body trembled more violently, and her breathing became more labored by the minute when they pulled her sister out of the Cauldron.

Fae.

It had worked.

And now Nesta and she were next.

She didn't attend to anything except Nesta's animalistic struggle as they dragged her to the Cauldron. Not to Feyre on her knees crying. Not to a wounded Cassian trying with his last strength to reach Nesta, who fought every step towards the fate that awaited them.

She saw the moment her sister raised a finger towards the King of Hybern. A promise. The last one before being submerged in the waters like Elain had been.

And when she emerged again, Aryenn knew. The Cauldron wouldn't be the same for the next three. Whatever it had done to Elain hadn't been the same for Nesta. And definitely wouldn't be the same for her.

Aryenn didn't have the strength to fight after witnessing the torture. She wasn't Nesta. Her body didn't react with struggle. She knew that no matter what she did, the same fate as her sisters, now fae, awaited her. So her only reaction was to let out a terrified sob when the guards holding her started to bring her closer to the Cauldron.

Aryenn was attentive to those last moments before being submerged.

Feyre's cry and wail of pain as she saw her twin there.

Nesta kneeling beside an Elain in shock, watching her last sister suffer the same fate as her.

Rhysand trying to keep calm knowing he had his hands tied to help them.

And Azriel.

That was the last thing Aryenn saw.

Azriel's pained growl when he turned in her direction, stretching out an arm despite having an ash arrow piercing his heart. Trying to reach her. Trying to get to her even as he was dying. That was what Aryenn would remember most before drowning in the Cauldron.

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I'm stopping by here to announce that I haven't written in a while because I was planning a Wattpad fic. It's a Professor Tom Riddle AU, and the prologue just came out. I'll be uploading more chapters to the platform and will come back here when I'm finished. ;)

the lines we cross - Tom Riddle - THE LINES WE CROSS

Read THE LINES WE CROSS from the story the lines we cross - Tom Riddle by _loveletters (𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨, 𝐢 𝐠𝐨)...

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i just read "a helping hand" and "notice me", and they're so so good !! i need a part two (or those needed) for "notice me" btw ✋🏻 but don't worry only if you want to do so, darling <3

Part 2 of notice me is posted!!