helu ! my name is isadora (just call me ida) and like to write <3 i am a minor so i will not be writing any sort of nsfw, but i do write fluff, angst, anything really !
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note : currently receiving requests for tommyinnit, wilbur soot, timothée chalamet, and remus lupin
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I still remember being in high school immediately after the Parkland shooting. My homeroom teacher looked thirty terrified teenagers in the eye and told us exactly what he would do if there was an active shooter. He said he would block the door with his body.
He told us, “I have lived a good enough life to attempt to buy you some time to jump out of the third-story windows and give you a chance to live.”
At the time, Republicans claimed that school shootings and piles of dead children were a necessary price to pay to protect the Second Amendment. They insisted the right to bear arms was absolute and untouchable.
But now? They say the Second Amendment no longer applies when the guns are being wielded by law-abiding protesters.
Now, the Second Amendment apparently doesn’t apply because ICE agents can kill someone and use the fact that he was simply legally carrying a gun as justification for that murder.
This is what matters to them more than keeping children safe and alive. It was never about the Constitution. It is about who they believe is allowed to hold the power.
hey idaaa! I'm a long time anon of yours and I just got my tumblr back! was looking at my likes and I saw your blog! just want to let you know that you were one of the people who kept me sane during covid times thank you! <3 I've also recently changed my username too hshsh. I hope you're doing well and are healthy! 💗
oh my goodness hi anon <3 😭 having this blog is also what kept me sane during the pandemic too, god it's been so long since i opened this blog again
im now also in high school instead of junior hs and don't have the time to write anything anymore HAHA
Starting off w a daniel prompt because I’m in love with your writing but especially the way you write daniel.
•“you’re so cute.” “what did you just say?” “i said you look like a boot.”
it’s giving Danny in Austin🤨🤨🤨
for my bestie boo <3
boot barn (dr3)
─── one pair of cream colored boots later
“what do you mean i can’t come to austin?”
daniel doesn’t see the disbelief on your face. your brows are knit together, pout adorning your pink lips. he misses the sight, too busy re-packing his luggage after rummaging through it for his work gear.
“do you own boots?” “no.”
“belt with a big obnoxious buckle?” “no.”
“do you even own a cowboy hat?” “no.”
he clicks his tongue, hands still in the thick of his luggage as he turns to look at you with a perplexed stare. “then you can’t come.”
you scowl at him, and daniel laughs, returning his attention back to whatever it is he’s looking for. “you don’t own texas, you can’t stop me.”
“yeah well i hold your pass so good luck.“
“fuck you.”
he was joking of course. he wanted you there, it was his favorite race of the season. it wouldn’t be the same if he favorite person wasn’t there with him. he stands up, satisfied with the progress he’s made. granted, half his clothes were still strewn around the open suitcase, but it would do for now. you flop onto the bed, a hmph escaping you. daniel snorts softly, coming over to ruffle your hair, but you grab hold of his wrist before he can.
“will you take me to boot barn tomorrow then, so i can buy a pair?”
his stomach drops slightly, seeing the way you look up at him. it’s almost as if he’s pulled a chair out from under you. “you know i was kidding right?”
you nod, sitting up, and your tiny fingers still wrapped around his wrist, “yeah yeah. but if i’m walking onto the paddock with you, i’m gonna have to match up to all…. all this you got going on.” you flick your chin over to his day one ensemble hanging in the open closet. a full cowboy outfit: denim on denim, with black boots and a brown cowboy hat to pull the whole look together.
“i can draw mutton chops on ya if you’d like.” he pulls his hand from your hold, taking your face between his thumb and four fingers, giving your cheeks a playful squeeze.
you roll your eyes, swatting his hand away. “in your dreams, ricciardo.”
he does bring you to boot barn the next day, hoodie up and drawstring tightened slightly. you call him insane, complaining that it wasn’t cold enough to be that bundled up. but he just didn’t want to be seen, he wanted to shop in peace.
or just a moment with you in peace.
he doesn’t say much for the first couple of moments, allowing you to look over your choices. he sits on a chair by the wall of boots you’re looking at, hands stuffed into the pocket of his hoodie. it takes a couple of minutes before you pull down your first pair, and by the end of the hour you were stuck between four. his hoodie is pulled down and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, eyes following your every move as you walk in pair number two for the third time, eyes never leaving the mirror. he like’s number two on you, the cream boot more up your alley than the darker options.
“well?”
he walks over to you, only stopping a couple of inches behind you. he looks at your reflection, the way your eyes flicker from the boot and up. you look at him in the mirror, perking your lips up.
“yeah, these are probably my favorite one.”
you smile, nodding. he tries to buy them for you, but you just about pushed him across the store and threw your card at the cashier before he could. you lead the way all the way to the car, a skip in your step as you swing the bag with your new boots back and forth. “can we go get ice cream?”
“what are you, five?” he teases, opening the car door for you.
“five at heart, yes.” you climb into the car, sitting in the seat and grinning over at him.
daniel rolls his eyes. “you’re so cute.”
he didn’t mean to say it out loud, but he did. eyes are wide at the sudden complement, neither of you aware at how the other’s heart races. a beat of silence. then another, before you finally say something.
“what did you just say?”
he should’ve just come clean, right? what’s the harm in being honest?
he chose to shut the car door on you instead.
neither of you move, both too stunned that daniel just shut the door in your face. he hastily opens it a second later, “sorry, fuck.”
“did you call me cute?”
“no… i said you look like a boot.” he wanted to slap himself silly, his mind calling him a million and one names for the worst save known to man.
you eye him skeptically, shaking your head. “yeah… okay.” you pull the door shut and daniel lets out a breath.
he jogs over to the driver’s side, mind reeling and feeling slightly embarrassed. the air in the car is a little unsettling on the drive to the ice cream parlor. both your minds swirl over the three words. three innocent words that seemed to hold a lot of depth to the both of you. you fidget in your seat as daniel slows to a stop at a red light.
“so you think i’m cute?” he whines, but you continue anyway. “do you? because… i think you are.”
it was like second grade all over again.
daniel turns to look at you. your elbows rest on the middle console, leaning over it with wide eyes as you await his response. he smiles shyly, reaching over to hold your cheek between his four fingers and thumb and giving your face a gentle squeeze.
heyy anon !! thanks for checking in, it has been awhile. i haven't really been felt motivated to write lately so i've really just been neglecting this blog.
i rlly hope i'll get the inspiration to write something someday, but for the time being, i don't think ill be posting any fics on this blog <3
So I just made a joke that "more women should poison their husbands" to my cool boss and then immediately found out that he got divorced because he was poisoned by his ex-wife
How about a Steve Harrington act of love where he lets his bookworm girlfriend use his library card because she always maxes her own out?
acts of love : library cards
ida - thank u sm for this cute request! this is my fav acts of love so far ngl
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I groaned as i walked into Steve's bedroom, tossing my leather bag hastily as I jumped into the sheets. Burying my face into the covers, I jumped as I felt a hand rest on my back, rubbing softly.
"Hey, what's wrong love?" I heard him ask from behind me. I turned over to see my boyfriend sat on the corner of the bed, his eyebrows furrowed in worry.
"Stupid library with their stupid rules," I grumbled as I pushed myself up with my arms, positioning myself to sit next to Steve before settling myself into his side. I crossed my arms as I looked up to find his eyes twinkling in amusement.
"What happened?" He asked. He knew what happened, as I’ve done it time and again.
"I maxed out my library card," I mumbled, staring hard at the floor as I dug myself further into the boy's side. Steve's arm swung across my shoulders and pulled my closer to him.
"You what?" He asked in a teasing tone, daunting me to repeat myself. I glanced up at him to see the corners of his mouth twitching, fighting a smile. I scoffed.
"I said, I maxed out my library card," I said louder. My eyes met his as I raised my eyebrows, glaring at him as he fought the smile from taking over his dumb, dumb, gorgeous face.
Of course he thinks it's stupid. You're stupid y/n. Who maxes out their library card anyway? I groaned as i turned away from him to plant myself down the bed, my limbs stretched out like a starfish. I covered my face with one of his pillows.
"Aw c'mon, I'm not laughing at you love." I heard him say.
"Of course you are, I would too if I were you. It’s dumb," I replied back, my voice muffled by the pillow.
"It's not dumb. Nothing about you is dumb. I quite think its cute, actually," he said. He grabbed the pillow from my face, revealing the always charming smile on his face.
I felt myself flush. I struggled to keep the frown on my face as I watched Steve's grow closer.
"Cute?" I ask.
"Yeah, I think it's cute. You're cute." He attacked my face with his lips, peppering kisses all over me as I squealed.
"Okay, okay! Stop- STEVE!" I was gasping for air in between my laughs as he finally pulled away. I sat up, still breathing heavily as a moment of silence fell over us.
"You could always use mine," he finally said. I paused.
"What?" He looked at me and smiled.
"My library card. You can use mine," he said. My mouth fell agape as another beat of silence passed between us.
“Really?” I finally asked, lighting up. I bit my lip to fight my cheek-splitting grin while I watched Steve throw his head back in a laugh and nodding.
“Of course, I barely use mine anyway,” He said. My heart felt like it was about to burst.
“I mean– I actually never use it, now that I think about it–” I threw my arms around his neck in a hug, tackling him down onto the bed as I squealed.
“Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” I said over and over again as he laughed. When he finally managed to pry me off of him, he grinned at me.
“I mean we could always go together, maybe do something other than reading if you know what I mean–” I threw my pillow at him.
can i request tommyinnit with a streamer reader who’s relationship is secret, but one day tommy forgets to end stream and just starts loving on u like doting, pda, the full nine yards, but then he realizes he’s still streaming??
a/n: hello everyone long time no see, please bare with me and my posting "schedules"– if you can even call them that– bcs i haven't been writing at all lately and I FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING also i love you anon for requesting this <3
"alright everyone, thank you so much for watching today's stream. bye!" tommy announces to his camera with a wave, the prominent clicking of his mouse signaling you to finally be able to walk over to him.
"done with the stream?" you asked. tommy spun his chair towards your direction and stood up, stretching out his arms from the time he spent sitting down streaming.
"yeah i am," he replied, running a hand through his hair before he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against him, his face burying itself into your neck.
tommy always got like this, a long stream always tiring him out which lead him to being more touchy than he usually is. eventually, he pulled away, his eyes looking down at your face before he leaned in and gave you quick soft kiss, your eyes falling shut momentarily.
when your eyes fluttered open, you smiled back at the slight smile adorning your boyfriend's face, his mouth slightly crooked in the most flattering way.
he tilted his head back before groaning.
"i'm so tireddd." you laughed before wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your chin on his chest, your head tilted up at him. you slowly moved the both of you towards tommy's bed before letting him lay down.
you plopped down on tommy's chair, leaning back into it before pulling your phone out your pocket.
@tubbobees tweeted: oh my fucking god they are so fucking cute @y/n @tommyinnit
@tommyinITZ tweeted: oH MY GOD I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT @Y/N AND @TOMMYINNIT
you furrowed your eyebrows before clicking on one of the notifications before seeing a screenshot of you laughing with tommy's arms wrapped around your waist, his eyes peering down at you with the softest look in his eyes.
you froze. wait- that was just a few-
you turn around towards tommy's PC before your eyes widened.
"UHM- tommy i think you didn't properly end the stream-"
safe to say you two were trending on twitter for the following days.
i love ur writing sm omg literally stay up all night (mostly up to 3 or 4 am or i dont sleep at all) reading ur stuff
is it healthy? no
do i care? yesnt
oh my goodness thank you so much LMAOO i love reading these messages you guys left me <333 aww thank you so much love dont forget to take care of yourself though
Acts of love for Stevie Harrington? Always picking up her favourite sweets/snacks/chocolate from the store when he’s there without her asking for it? It’s dumb but it melts my heart
acts of love : chocolates
steve harrington x reader
"i didn't think you liked cadbury chocolate, harrington," christine said, yet another girl steve was on date on to 'find the one' (though he already knew it was you, he was just too afraid to admit it).
the two had just been to a movie and now they were getting sweets at hawkin's one and only small sweets shop, and steve couldn’t be less interested in what the girl was saying.
christine was a girl from high school, and she took part of steve’s ‘fan-club’ –as robin called them– and all she wanted to talk about was the latest gossip on their ex-classmates.
“yeah i’m not,” steve said, tossing the chocolate bar from one hand to another as he peered over the stocked shelves. christiine cocked her head to the side.
“then why are you getting them?” she asked. her eyes squinted in suspicion while she started to trail behind steve, making their way towards the cashier.
“they’re for y/n,” he said, a certain look in his eyes whenever he talked about you. the boy turned back towards the cashier and fished out some cash from his wallet as christine huffed.
“fuckin’ y/n, always on his mind.” she rolled her eyes. she was jealous of you, that’s for sure. king steve’s best friend, only everyone knew how the both of you felt for each other.
she walked into this date thinking she would swoop the boy up with a little bit of teasing and flirting, but all steve wanted to talk about so far was you. a little infuriating to be honest.
the two walked out the store and started their treck towards steve’s car. “so, did she ask you to buy them for her?” the girl couldn’t help but ask.
“no. it’s her favorite sweet so i always get them for her,” he said. she scoffed. un-fucking-believable.
safe to say steve never went on another date with christine, and he drove straight to your house after he dropped the girl off. (she slammed the door on him)
when he threw the bag of sweets onto your bed, he felt his heart melt at the way your eyes lit up and scrambled for the cadbury chocolate. one day he’ll tell you, was what he always said in his head. right now he was content with sharing a bar of your favorite chocolate with the girl he was in love with.
“also can we talk about how harrington is absolutely whipped for you”
you were sat down across your friend at a coffee shop, a high school acquaintance you haven’t met since you graduated. you let out a laugh as you put down your coffee, looking up at her with an ‘are you kidding me’ look.
she scoffed and turned her eyes around the coffee shop before looking back at you.
“he is! that boy is smitten.”
“uh-huh,” you said, raising an eyebrow. you and steve had started dating right before high school ended, and you were both getting used to the whole more-than-just-friends thing.
“did you see the way he always walks on the outer side of the sidewalk? i want that kind of love” she sighed.
you laughed a little, “what are you talking about?” she rolled her eyes.
“he does that everytime i see you guys walking.”
that conversation stuck in your mind for the next few days and you started to notice too.
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you walked out of family video, the glass door shutting close behind you as you slurped the cup of soda steve got you. you purposely walked on the outer side of the pavement, the cars driving by past you.
“how do you even know ducks can sleep on water?” your boyfriend asked. an amused grin was set on his face as his eyebrows were furrowed, his smile making your heart beat just a tad quicker.
“i saw them! they were sleeping on the water!” you exclaimed as steve laughed. he gently placed a hand on your waist and swapped your places so steve was now the one closest to the road. you furrowed your eyebrows as you gave him a smile.
“why do you always do that?” you asked.
“do what?” he grabbed your soda and took a sip of it.
“move to the outside of the sidewalk when we’re walking. you do that all the time,” you pointed out.
he paused to think as an adorable frown stretched over his face. "huh, i guess i never really noticed. just instinct i guess." he shrugged.
his hand that was still on your waist pulled you into him before his lips met with your forehead. you couldn't keep the smile off your face.
ok i think i want to make little blurbs about little acts of love the stranger things characters do for the reader to show them that they love them (sort of like actions to say i love you)
if you have any ideas feel free to send in a request !
also guys thoughts on me writing smut for some of the characters i write for--
