i miss my husband steve so can i request him with the prompt; “are you sure this is a good idea?” 😉
omg yess emi!! you know i will never pass up on a steve fic!! also this is semi-inspired by dirty dancing because i just love that film so much
a rampage of white-foamed water crashes and swirls down the rocks of the river just up ahead in the small clearing in the forest. hawkins never has much to do in the summer, so you and your boyfriend always find something unusual yet memorable to keep yourselves occupied.
"come on, we're almost there," you urge eagerly as steve trails behind you, your hand in his the only thing keeping him from tripping on the stones and tree roots beneath his feet.
"jeez, babe," steve stops right at the river's edge and catches his breath, wiping sweat from his forehead and running his hand through his hair in that way only steve does. "you're trying to kill me out here."
you roll your eyes playfully, taking steve's hands in both of yours and leaning up tall on your tiptoes to place a lone kiss to his cheek. a smile appears promptly on his lips, and he leans down to kiss yours chastely.
your eyes flutter open and with a soft gaze, you let go of steve's hands and carefully pad over to the log above the river, supported only by the ground on either end.
steve steps forward slowly, his protective instincts kicking in. "whatcha doin', sweetheart?" he asks with a nervous lilt to his tone. it makes you giggle.
you motion your head towards yourself. "come here," you insist, stepping out closer to the middle of the log, the river's waves flowing beneath you.
steve's brows furrow. "babe, that looks dangerous," he counters. his feet near the edge of the log, prepared to catch you if you stumble.
"oh, come on, debby downer!" you press, reaching your hands out for him to take. "it's fun."
with one long sigh, because steve can never say no to you, he takes your hands in his and steps slowly with one foot onto the log. his steps are measured, careful as to not put too much weight next to you and cause the wood to snap.
"are you sure this is a good idea?" steve continues to ask, as if you saying that it is would make him less worried. your eyes beam up at him in between steps, and once you reach the middle of the log, your feet stop.
"it's a great idea," you reply, lifting your interlaced hands and twirling slowly in place—a signal to dance.
steve's palms find your waist, holding you steady. a small chuckle breaks through his lips. "you're something else, y'know that?" he teases, but sways with you so gently it almost isn't a movement at all.
you hum. "yeah, but you love it," you banter, your hands finding his broad shoulders.
steve leans down to place a kiss on your hairline. "yeah. i do."
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ welcome to lisey's 500 follower celebration!
, (asks for the celebration will be open from may 31 until june 20, 2026. requests submitted before or after the listed timeline will be deleted.)
i just wanna say thank you so much to everyone who helped me reach this milestone. i've been writing on tumblr since 2023 & the amount of sweet, gorgeous, amazing people i have met through here just baffles me every day. liseytopia is more than just a blog; it's my community full of people i love that keep me motivated & bring a smile to my face, it's a reason for my happiness, & so much more. i love you guys sososo much, whether you're a longtime mutual or someone stopping by.
⋆ ₊ ⟡ a few quick notes & rules..
— i am not accepting nsfw requests for this celebration.
— i ask you to keep all requests short, concise, & clear! only one request is allowed per ask, but you may send in as many asks as you heart desires.
— please stick to the character & person list & prompts below!
— for writing requests, i will be writing short blurbs rather than full fics in order to stay on top of requests as they come in.
𑣲 with that out of the way.. let the party begin!
⋆ ₊ ⟡ characters & people..
malcolm todd. jj maybank. rafe cameron. diego hargreeves. five hargreeves. steve harrington. lisa rowe. dominic fike. art donaldson. dallas winston. finnick odair. riff lorton. jess mariano. rodrick heffley. nate archibald. jack abbott. lila pitts.
. CHATEAU — send in a character or person + a prompt & i will write a short blurb!
. EARRINGS — send in your own headcanon about one of characters or people on the list & i will expand on it in a drabble!
. WILD AT HEART — send in a character or person + a trope, aesthetic, color, au (i have none previously made so you have creative freedom), etc. for a moodboard!
. AUGUSTINE — send in a song lyric (please include the song & artist) + a character or person for a blurb!
. MAROON — send in any typical ask games! kiss marry kill, would you rather, favorites, anything you can think of!
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ vip section .. mutuals only!
. HEADPHONES ON — send in & i will make you a moodboard based on your blog's aesthetic!
. GLITTER & HONEY — send in & i will assign you a jellycat!
⋆ ₊ ⟡ mutual tags; don't feel pressured to participate, we're all here just to have fun!
𐔌 ﹒ 𓂃 welcome to my ... ✶ ゛GIRL, INTERRUPTED DR INTRO ⸝⸝ .ᐟ⋆ ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧
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゛ life's a problem in my hands.. "
(📺) ‧ ₊ ˚ . ⋆ 'sweetest girl in town gone crazy'—the biggest headline of the local paper in belmont, massachusetts circa 1962. ann sedford was never the innocent preacher's daughter all the schoolgirls and mothers thought her up to be—quite the opposite, actually. the truth is, she'd always been a bit.. well, mad, as they called it. but she wasn't a little girl anymore. she didn't have to contain it.
at around one in the morning on a modest spring night in april, ann slipped out her creaky, wooden-framed window in her baby pink nightgown & dashed across the lawn, down the street, through the town, bare feet collecting dirt & blonde hair catching the wind but she felt free. eventually, the police rounded her up & her unforgiving mother & father sent her off to claymoore psychiatric hospital following previous disconcerting events, but nothing could break her spirit. ann was almost always a wild, beaming ray of sunshine, no matter what weather surrounded her.
as a matter of fact, it seemed that ann thrived in her new home more than the dollhouse she used to be enclosed in. unlike the other new admissions, she settled in comfortably almost immediately among the thin, pale, bruised-up & battered teenage girls. two years passed and, even if she had been getting any "better", as the nurses said, she wasn't sure if she'd really want to leave, especially not after she'd met her closest friends.
all the girls unexplainably became attracted to ann—it was as if she had some sort of magnetism to her, like a porch light to a moth. she has a way of comforting & bringing light to the ward. ann was able to crack nervous little susanna kaysen's shell & daisy randone allows ann to sleep in her room. no one is ever allowed into daisy's room.
janet webber enjoys laughing at the game shows in the television room with ann, & polly clark dances with her to her multitudinous collection of vinyl records she stores under her pink-quilted bed. the nurses are almost always fond of her presence, but the therapists are a different story.
but most of all, lisa rowe—that raging ball of static electricity & jokes that cut deeper than a kitchen knife—had finally found her person. eight years of patients coming & leaving, escaping & being caught, fighting, taunting, breaking rules, but it all narrowed down to ann & her flashy-white smile & tobacco & vanilla-scented giggles that, for some odd reason, make lisa's heart beat hard against her ribcage & her cheeks heat up.
a sacred thing, it is. no one at the ward really knows the entire truth behind lisa & ann's closed shared bedroom door. sure, there's been a few comments out in public & sightings of ann waltzing around in another one of lisa's soft, fleece-lined long sleeves that she adores so much.. but even if there's been signs of a liaison, neither girls have openly claimed the other as theirs—at least, not with words.
nonetheless, it's common knowledge in the girls' wing at claymoore that ann & lisa are off limits. & in the future—god knows if that'll even come—all they know is they'll have each other. & for now, at least, they have their friends, thursday night trips down into the tunnels to go bowling, lisa's pink, strawberry-scented nail polish, & a dream of leaving massachusetts for florida.
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‧ ₊ ˚🎶 . ⋆ now playing..
1. dance till we die — lana del rey. chemtrails over the country club. 2021.
2. rhythm of the rain — the cascades. rhythm of the rain. 1963.
3. my girl — the temptations. the temptations sing smokey. 1965.
4. softly — sunday (1994). softly. 2024.
5. downtown —petula clark. downtown. 1965.
6. the end of the world — skeeter davis. country heartbreak songs. 1953.
7. forever — the little dippers. forever. 1960.
8. sun — margo guryan. take a picture. 1968.
9. que sera sera — doris day. que sera sera. 1956.
10. misty — lesley gore. i'll cry if i want to. 1963.
genuinely one of my favorite drs ever!!! this is me living on a hawaiian island with my besties and family having an endless summer. i’m also a surfer girl in this dr which is 100% vibes. if you know me you know i adore best friends to lovers trope so ofc my island boy crush is the boy next door that i’ve known since i was little and ofc his name is mac! i spend my days in this dr crushing around in my grandpas old yellow jeep, drinking coconut water, and spending hours on the beach and in the water before heading back home to eat a meal with all of my closest people!
— old wood, sand everywhere, palm trees, friendship bracelets, surfboard wax, baby tees, bikinis as tops, seashells, digital cameras
this is purely for the fact that i’m missing summer and i love watching love island. this dr is honestly just vibes and no plot yet. i think for this one ill follow my heart on the love interest bc ya k that’s like the whole point of love island but im using a crystal ball rn and wlw is somewhere in my near future
woah yall might wanna sit down for this one… this is me and my babe mac!<3 he is such a lover boy and anytime i think about him im like… dang… that’s my man. our relationship before we got together is sooo friends to lovers and mutual pining vibes like hardcord flirting for months on end but never actually committing to anything yet. anyways ya but now that we’re together we’re genuinely the cutest couple ever (and yes i have the authority to say that). i just miss him sm!!! trust you will be hearing a lot more about him in the coming posts because he is slowly taking over my mind.
— plaid boxers, stupid graphic tees, fresh flowers, lipstick stains on cheeks, subtlety matching outfits, scribbled notebooks, he fell first she fell harder, always forever running back to you
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