🌙 Ana🦇| ANTI-AI | 🔞Minors DNI - I’m a whole ass adult here, there WILL be adult content. | Writer, Shifter (If you want my side blog dm me), Freak of Nature, you know, whatever. They/Them. Pangender/Pansexual | AuDHD. | The Harringroveson brainrot is so fucking real. | Gator Tillman has me like 😵💫 🧎♂️| Dean Winchester is my husband & Billy Hargrove is the love of my life.
Just linking & pinning my ao3 & tumblr fanfics incase anyone wants to find them:
(Must be logged into Ao3 to read my works. I know this is annoying, but with all the spam comments & fic stealing to feed into ai generators & shit, I dunno what else to do to help protect my hard work. So yeah. Sorry it’s annoying.)
Do NOT feed my works to ai.
|| If you do this shit I hope your entire fucking life burns around you and you never have a good moment for the rest of eternity. You can fucking rot you lazy piece of shit. Learn how to fucking write on your own. ||
For everyone who isn’t a trash human being, here, enjoy reading 🖤:
🦇☀️ STEDDIE FICS:
😈 Drunk Dialing series-
Part 1: What Are You Wearing?- Steve Harrington has a brilliant idea and Robin fails at stopping him. (Steve drunk dials Eddie and they have phone sex)
Part 2: Which Room is Yours? -The aftermath of drunken phone sex.
Part 3: Play With Me- Eddie finally gets his revenge for the 3am drunk dial, by calling Steve at work.
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😈 Gummy Bears- Eddie's got it bad for Steve, so Robin gives them a little nudge in the right direction. Turns out maybe Eddie's feelings aren't one sided after all. (Smutty Halloween fic)
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😈 La Petite Mort (The Little Death)- Eddie crashes a funeral and gets a little more than he expected.
(Eddie fucks Steve at Steve’s dads funeral)
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😈 Let Your Freak Flag Fly- (COMPLETE 7/7 chapters)
Four times Eddie gaslights himself into believing Steve is straight, and the one time he finally gets a clue.
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😈 One More - Steve gets what he asked for, and then some. (Also on tumblr here)
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😈 Oh Can’t You See (You Belong to Me) - 4/6 chapters posted. Omegaverse, Alpha/Alpha.
Eddie isn't as subtle as he thinks he is, and Steve isn't as oblivious as Robin thinks he is. (Poor Robin just wants ONE of them to admit something.)
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😈 (Oh, My Sweet Unwary Man) Follow My Voice & Take My Hand - Kelpie!Steve x Monsterfucker!Eddie. Mind the tags. It’s what it says on the label. This is monster fucking. Fae rules and dub con.
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It’s Finally Me & You, & You & Me, Just Us, and Your Friend (Cardboard) Steve - Just Eddie being SO VERY NORMAL AND NOT AT ALL WEIRD AND HORNY about the new cardboard cutout of one Steve Harrington at Family Video. He's totally Not going to do anything pervy to it. Why would you think that?
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🌊 BILLY HARGROVE FICS:
⛈️ Maybe It’s The Only Way- The night Billy finally has enough.
(Billy sets house on fire with Neil inside. Obviously this is Angst.)
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☀️🌊🦇 HARRINGROVESON FICS:
😈 Room Service- It’s obscene. The sounds carrying through the motel room walls, as if they’re made of tissue and spit instead of drywall and peeling floral print wallpaper.
It’s obscene, and it’s the hottest thing Billy has ever heard.
(Billy can hear through the wall of his motel room while Steve and Eddie are fucking.)
😈(Whenever I get around to a part 2 it will be fully Harringroveson)
🍒🦇☀️🌊 😈 No One Like You - (aka the greatest thing I’ve ever written, my Masterpiece) Harringroveson x OC Seven/Allison. Art, Moodboards & Playlist.
483k & counting.
Part 1: SEVEN = COMPLETE! 61/61 chapters 405,293 words posted.
Part 2: ALLISON = 4/?? Chapters posted
MIND THE TAGS.
“Woah, woah, hey, it’s okay, it’s okay.”
A young man had appeared between the trees, just at the edge of the crackling black and orange embers. He stood still, panting, with hands raised to chest level, palms towards her, as if to say he wasn’t a threat. His dark eyes wide as he stared at her hands, and the coil of fire there.
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After a reckless escape from the clutches of Russians and Hawkins Lab, Seven finds herself not only reunited with her sister Eleven, but suddenly facing the real world for the first time in 19 years. Lost and terrified, in hiding with Eddie the Banished, she slowly learns what it means to be human, to have friends, to fall in love… and just how far she’ll go to keep her new family safe from the darkness clawing its way back into Hawkins.
Eddie, Steve, and Billy, still processing their last run in with the Upside Down, struggle to navigate their own trauma, ever-growing feelings for each other, and to keep Seven safe as both the Lab and the Upside Down close in.
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🚔 Gator Tillman Fics:
⭐️ Indecent Exposure - Gator x OC Olivia
Gator gets bored one night and decides to have a little fun with a not so routine traffic stop.
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🔪 Dexter Fics:
🩸 Run Rabbit Run - Dexter Morgan x OC Cassidy Summers. Mind the Tags!
In progress. Chapters posted: 8/??
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All my fucking rules. Precautions. The fucking code.
Finding out that Billy Hargrove, Johnny Lawrence and Daniel LaRusso would've been in the same year in school, and all lived in California in the 80s is making my AU brain tingle
request: when you're still pregnant, you get overwhelmed with the stress of how roy has been treating you without gator around, so you decide to try and leave. gator finds out and is obviously not having that.
the full collection & vision board!
disclaimer: these photos are from pinterest, i do not own them.
cherry on top: real ones hate roy.
alsoooooo i've had a very very bad day and would love some sweet distractions so if anyone wants to send some ideas for minis with gator x reader in the maggie mae universe that focus on sweet moments between maggie's parents that would super duper amaze <3
by this point you're several months pregnant.
visibly pregnant, definitely showing, and unfortunately that means roy knows.
roy doesn't necessarily threaten you outright, but sometimes that's worse.
roy is the king of making people uncomfortable without saying exactly why.
lingering stares, comments that sound innocent until you think about them later, showing up unexpectedly, asking questions he has no business asking.
"baby healthy?"
it sounds normal, except the way he says it makes your skin crawl.
every interaction leaves you more exhausted than the last, and he knows exactly which buttons to push.
"sweet girl like you ain't built for this" "gator's got enough problems" "boy oughta be focused on his future, shame when people get in the way of that"
all said with that awful smile.
all vague enough that nobody else notices, but direct enough that you do.
you try not to tell gator because every time gator and roy fight, it gets ugly, and you know gator already has enough on his plate.
so you smile, lie, and say everything is fine.
every nasty comment, every threat hidden behind a smile, every reminder that roy knows exactly who you are, exactly where you live, exactly how much you love his son, and exactly how scared you are.
because now you're not just protecting yourself anymore, you're protecting your baby too.
that changes everything, and roy knows it.
and eventually, his tactics start working.
because you're tired and pregnant and emotional and scared.
and some days it feels like you're fighting a battle nobody can see.
everything feels impossible, and the worst part is you're convinced you're ruining gator's life.
before you and before the baby, gator only had to worry about himself.
now he has you, now he has a child, and now roy has more leverage than ever.
every time you try to tell gator, you look at his face and stop, because you know exactly what he'll do.
he'll confront roy, and if he confronts roy, things get worse.
so you stay quiet and carry it alone.
until one day, you break.
maybe it's after another encounter with roy, maybe it's hormones, maybe it's the fact you've spent months terrified. probably all three.
so you come up with a plan. a horrible heartbreaking plan, but a plan.
leave.
leave before things get worse. before roy escalates. before gator has to choose.
if you leave, roy can't use you.
if you leave, gator stays safe.
if you leave, maybe everybody wins. except you. but you've already decided that part doesn't matter.
that's the logic anyway.
you're sitting on your bed crying, suitcase open and throwing clothes into it, not even thinking. just moving.
you leave a note, and the note is soaked with tears. apologizing and telling him you love him, telling him the baby loves him, telling him this is for the best.
it’s absolute nonsense, but you're convinced it's true.
meanwhile, gator is having a completely normal day.
until one of your church friends accidentally mentions something.
"thought you'd be helping her move."
…move? move where? what move?
suddenly gator is no longer having a normal day. suddenly he's flying out of the building.
the entire drive he's trying not to panic, because surely they misunderstood.
and before you've even crossed county lines, guess whose truck appears behind you with blue lights flashing?
deputy gator tillman himself.
when he gets out of the truck, he's borderline furious and worried sick.
and now you're standing there beside your car crying with your suitcase in the backseat, and he immediately knows this isn't what you want. if it was, you wouldn't look so devastated.
"what are you doin'?" very quiet, because he's trying so hard not to lose it.
"gator-" "what are you doin'?"
his voice cracks this time, because he's starting to realize this is real and that you actually planned to leave.
without him and with his baby.
eventually everything comes spilling out.
roy. the comments. the pressure. the anxiety. all of it.
and gator just listens. doesn't interrupt. doesn't argue. just listens.
every sentence makes him angrier.
not at you, never at you, but at roy.
hell, even at himself. at the entire situation, because he had no idea it got this bad.
"i thought it'd be easier if i just left" "easier for who? you? me? the baby?"
he looks heartbroken, genuinely heartbroken, because you were carrying all this alone and he didn't know.
"why didn't you tell me?"
as far as he’s concerned, his job is protecting you and protecting the baby, and you've been hurting this whole time by yourself.
you're trying to explain through tears that you're doing this because you love him and because you don't want roy hurting him and because you don't want him forced to choose.
gator just stares, then he points at your stomach.
"that's my baby" points at you. "that's my girl" points at himself. "and i'm not choosin'"
simple as that.
by the end of the night, the suitcase is unpacked and gator is sitting beside you on the couch.
one arm around your shoulders and the other resting protectively over your stomach, like he's physically making sure neither of you can disappear.
he probably doesn't sleep at all that night.
every few minutes he wakes up and checks that you're still there, quietly thanking whatever higher power that he got to you before you left.
Shoutout to the Billy Hargrove fandom for enabling me to draw him more, simply by being enthusiastic when I do.
Friend asked me why he was muzzled, and I was like... Is it flayed Billy to keep him under control? Is it a kink thing? Is about how he's powerless against his dad? Or a metaphor like a dog he'll bite to keep himself safe because he has no other option? Take your pick!
(Really I just got the image in my brain last night and enjoyed it enough to remember it the next day.)
Drawn in Clip Studio Paint + Photoshop. I was gonna colour this but then I drew the muzzle in red just to make it stand out while drawing, and I liked the way it looked. His expression was honestly the most difficult thing, and I'm still not entirely convinced.
I saw a post about Billy Hargrove's blackened veins resembling cracked porcelain, and my immediate reaction was
kintsugi that young man!
Basically:
WIPs and info under cut:
Clip Studio Paint 4 for most of the painting, Photoshop for colour adjustments and tweaks. Finally got PS back, but I'm still enjoying painting in CSP more, just for the colour blending honestly.
And my trusty Wacom Intuos 4 tablet, which, happy birthday to it, recently turned 16 years old. Amazing value tbh.
Took about 6-7 hours? I've been trying to do slightly rougher work, partly because I don't want to over-render everything, and partly because I have 5 unfinished works from the past few months. The ADHD problem of getting bored once I'm 90% done has really been kicking my ass, so I'm trying to find a way to finish things quicker and be less perfectionist.
Oh yeah and I finally watched Stranger Things! Infuriating show with incomprehensible messaging, but great character concepts and actors, so of course I came out of it with a new blorbo.
Steve thinks friends are like the embers that float up from a firepit. Tiny bright specks against the dark, beautiful and a little scary. They drift for a while, and then they start falling, straight toward him, and that’s when his stomach knots up.
He’s been burned before. That’s what it feels like, anyway. People get close, closer, closest, all that light right in front of his face—and then they’re gone. The light fizzles out. And he’s in the dark again. So when an ember starts dropping into his orbit now, his whole body tenses on instinct. He doesn’t even know if he’s afraid of getting burned or afraid of watching it go out when it finally reaches him.
Eddie lands softer than anyone he’s ever met. One day he’s just this bright thing across a cafeteria, across a trailer park, across a field full of kids. Then he’s on Steve’s couch. In his kitchen. In his passenger seat. On the floor of his bedroom, laughing at his own joke. Right up against Steve’s skin.
It should burn. This ember on his skin. Steve waits for it to. His brain keeps insisting, any second now, this is going to hurt. He keeps his shoulders up around his ears, keeps a little distance tucked inside his chest, like that’ll make it easier when Eddie fizzles.
But it doesn’t hurt. He looks at the ember, bright against his skin, and it doesn’t hurt and it doesn’t dim.
It just…glows. It’s warm where Eddie presses up against his life, not scalding. It’s the kind of heat you lean into without meaning to. A hand on his shoulder. A knee against his on the couch. A voice at his side going, ‘Hey, you awake?’
Sometimes, when it’s late and they’re the only ones left by the dying fire in the Harrington backyard, Steve looks down and realizes he’s stopped bracing. Eddie’s light is right there on his skin and he isn’t flinching; he’s just admiring and holding his breath like he’s afraid to accidentally blow it out.
The thing is, embers always go out. Steve knows that. He can feel that fear like a ghost burn under the surface, even while he’s sitting there, bathed in Eddie’s warmth. He doesn’t know how to believe in an ember that might stay.
Eddie doesn’t know any of that. He just knows that every time Steve looks up, Eddie will still be there—falling closer, landing softer, refusing to drift away.
