Welcome to my blog, my name is scar, and I’m 18! I write for a bunch on fandoms that are all listed in my main masterlist down below. I mainly write fluff and angst, and I only write for fem and gn readers.
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Chapter 27 - to the end and back (Daryl Dixon x fem!reader)
Chapter 8 - superstar (football player!joel miller x popstar! Reader)
Chapter 3 - jump then fall (Steve harrington x fem!reader)
Chapter 3 - trouble (Stu macher x reader x billy loomis)
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its tragic to see a tv show that has such potential for good fanfic, but because their fans are all straight people, such little fanfic is written for them. such fertile soil only to never plant a seed
(a/n) - yayyy I’m back, and I promise to post regularly this time lol.
Warnings - mentions of sex, cursing, Stancy
Summary - after 7 years of being split apart from your childhood friend Steve you return to hawkins after your younger sisters tragic death, and parents messy divorce. But the Steve you came back to isn’t the same Steve you left behind.
It's the day after Will Byers had gone missing. Dad leaves early, wanting to check up on Joyce and see if she had found anything that gave them at least one ounce of a clue to figure out where he might have gone. That meant I was stuck calling up one of my friends to see if they could drive me to school. It was too far to walk, and probably far too dangerous, seeing that Will Byers had just gone missing.
I call Steph's house, no answer. Shawn, no answer. hell, I even called Nancy Wheeler to see if her mom could come and pick me up. I'm left with one last person, Steve Harrington. I didn't want to bother him or make him think I think we're friends again. But I had no choice, so I punched his phone number in and listened to it ring for a second before I heard a "hello?" on the other end. "Hey Steve, this is y/n." he hums on the other side before I hear him laugh, "Hey, didn't expect a call from you. What's up?" I place the phone between my ear and my shoulder as I say, "Um, can you give me a ride to school? I called everyone else and no one will pick-" my rant is quickly cut off by him laughing and saying, "Yeah sure, I'm bout to leave. See ya in 10" before the line goes dead. I let out a soft sigh and eyeroll before hanging the phone back up and grabbing my bag.I lock the front door before sitting out on the porch while I wait. 10 minutes later, his maroon BMW pulls up, rocks and acorns crunching under his tires. He smiles and gives me a small wave through the windshield, as I stand up and walk over to his car.
I open the passenger side door, muttering a small "hey" as I get in the front seat. I buckle up and slam the car door shut before he begins to back up. "Where's your dad?" Steve asks as he places one arm around the passenger seat, attempting to look out the back window as he backs up. "he went to work early," I whisper as I wrap my arms around my backpack. He hums softly as he nods, finally turning the car around and beginning to drive down the dirt road. "How...how's your parents?" I ask. His parents weren't always the best, always opting to leave him with us for long periods of time while they were off in Florida or California vacationing. I just wondered if they had gotten better once we left.
He shrugs muttering, "Same old same old. Off in California. It's getting too cold here," he says with a scoff. I never understood how someone could leave their son by themselves for extended periods of time, even after my mother opted to stay in New York after we moved, I still didn't understand. Even at 5 years old, the Harringtons dropped Steve off on our front porch for months at a time. I guess it's even easier now that he's practically an adult. Most would think he was spoiled rotten; he was rich, he did what he wanted, when he wanted. But really, his parents weren't around, he did what he wanted when he wanted because that was his way of surviving. It was easier to fill his house with drunk teens and drink the night away than lie in bed listening to the creaks and whistles of an empty house.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he shrugs, rolling his eyes, muttering, "I'm used to it," before asking, "What about your mom? Huh, heard from her?" It's so easy to fall back into our old dynamic; he just understood in a way Steph or my dad couldn't. He had shitty, absent parents. He knew what it felt like to be abandoned. I'm hesitant to talk to him at first, scared he'll tell someone, or worse, plaster it all over the walls of Hawkins High School. Eventually, I roll my eyes and mutter, "Haven't heard from her since last Christmas." I sigh, arms crossing over my chest. He hums quietly, nodding as he turns off the dirt road and onto the main street. The rest of the drive is quiet, sitting listening to the quiet hum of the music playing on the radio until he pulls into the school parking lot. "I guess I'll see you in 2nd," I sigh as I grab up my backpack and begin to walk towards the school.
We both go our separate ways, he towards his friends who were sitting in the back of the parking lot smoking, and towards the front of the building. I go to my locker, immediately grabbing my notebooks and pens. I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist; I look back, letting out a soft laugh as I see Shawn. "Hey," I say as he lets go of me. "I saw you get out of Harrington's car.... why didn't you call me? I would've picked up," Shawn said. I shrug before saying, "I did you didn't pick up." he lets out a small "oh" before adding, "You wanna skip first?" I scrunch my nose up as I shake my head, "can't sorry," he lets out a soft, frustrated puff of air before asking, "Why?" I roll my eyes at his stubbornness before saying, "Because Shawn, I skipped it all last week. If they call my dad about it, he'll kill me, and then kill you." he rolls his eyes as he wraps an arm around my shoulder. He frowns as he says, "he's an asshole." I roll my eyes. My dad was an asshole, but not because of the reasons Shawn thought he was an asshole."he's just protective," I respond as we begin walking down the hallway towards my first period. Shawn didn't know what an asshole for a father was. I knew when my father was being an asshole, and this, this wasn't it. Matter of fact, Shawn had never seen my father being an asshole, because if he did, he wouldn't say my dad caring about my grades was him being an asshole.
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Second period comes, and I'm sitting in the middle of the classroom, with a seat next to me saved for Steve. he comes in a few minutes after the late bell, muttering apologies as he sits down next to me. We're immediately told to work on our projects, and that's what we do. I sit sideways in my seat so I'm facing Steve. "So are you still comin' over later?" his eyes widen as he lets out a soft "Shit" My brows furrow as I question his reaction "I planned something... but you can come over later tonight", he says. I raise my eyebrows as I question why he'd plan something when I project needed to be done, but I boil it down to Steve being Steve and let it go. "I'll ask my dad," I reply. He nods. I rip a piece of notebook paper out and place it on my desk. I begin to sketch out a draft for our project as Steve talks with one of his basketball buddies who was sitting next to us.
I sketch out the names of both books on either side of the paper before writing out 'similarity' in the middle. I list out the similarities of the books first, in the middle, before listing out the differences on each side. "That looks good", Steve says softly, which makes me jolt my head up to look at him "Huh?" I hum, brows furrowing. "It looks good...the paper", he repeats, making an emphasis to point at the paper. "Oh, thanks", I say softly. "So what's this thing you've got planned tonight?" I ask softly as I look up at him, "Oh...just a get together...y'know", he says ", Shawn coming?" I ask him, he shrugs, "asked him, said he doesn't know" I cross my legs, mentally groaning at the fact I might have to deal with a drunk Shawn tonight.
"So you two are messing around?" He asks, I shrug, "sort of" Shawn and I made out behind the bleachers and in his car, but we're not together. I think he likes me, but I'm...not as into him as he's into me. So much so that I refuse every advancement he tries to take things further than just make out sessions. "Sort of?" He scoffs, "Shawn said you guys were more than sort of" I roll my eyes. Shawn liked to boast in front of his friends, so i knew he at least exagerated the truth about our relationship to his friends. "What'd he tell you?" I press further. Steve's eyes widen a bit, almost like he knew he shouldn't have brought this up. "Just you know sex and shit", I groan. Of course, he did. If my dad had somehow gotten word of this lie Shawn was spreading, he'd kill me. "We aren't...doing that", I whisper, "I've never...god is he telling everyone this shit?" I ask."I-...I dunno y/n," he says, his fingers drumming softly against the desk. "Tell me the truth, Harrington", I press further. "god, okay fine, he is", he finally admits.
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I show up at Steve Harrington's house around 10:00 pm. I see Shawn's car parked outside alongside Steve's and his other friends' cars. Dad's working late, I'm crossing my fingers that he stays out late enough for me to be able to get home before he does. I'm dressed in my favourite pair of jeans and a pink blouse. Definitely not a Steve Harrington party outfit. But I was hoping to be able to just grab the poster board and leave.I walk up to his front door, I shove one hand into my front pocket, and knock on the door with my other.
Knock knock knock.
It takes a few seconds, but Steve opens the door with a smile on his face, probably because he's already a little tipsy. "Hey, come in, come in," he says, ushering me into his house. "Everyone's outside by the pool," he says. I shake my head, "Oh no...um, I was just going to pick up the poster." he rolls his eyes, "You can do that later," as he pushes me towards his back door. "You're so uptight you need to relax a bit," he says. I scoff, but don't argue as he escorts me towards his backyard.
Somehow, a beer ends up in my hand, and I'm sitting on one of the pool chairs sipping at the beer as Steve's drunk friends talk rather loudly. Shawn sat beside me, more than tipsy, nursing a beer. "St-Steve didn't tell me you'd be here," Shawn slurs. I swallow hard as my eyes wander to Steve and Nancy Wheeler. No matter how much I like a new guy, my eyes will always wander to Steve. No matter how much hate builds in my heart for Steve, there will always be a tenderness there for him. There will always be something binding us together for eternity. "I should go," I say to Shawn as I place my beer on the ground beside me as I stood up. "Wha..what?" Shawn gave me a look that looked like I had just kicked his puppy. "My dad'll kill me if he gets back and I'm not there," I say as I begin to walk back into Steve's house and towards the front door."Woah woah woah where are you going?" Steve catches up to me, grabbing my arm. "My dad's gonna kill me if I'm not home," I say softly.
He nods, already knowing what my dad's like, "Need a ride?" He asks softly, "What...about Nancy?" I whisper "you're friends are here you can't just leave them" Steve rolls his eyes and scoffs "they'll be fine" he says as he grabs his keys off the entry way table "c'mon" I let out a soft huff as I say "Steve really I can walk" I looks back at me and scoffs like he's saying 'why would I ever let you do that's and just like that I'm following after him. It's hard to tell Steve Harrington no; every girl in Hawkins High would say that. He'd just give you those eyes, and you'd immediately follow every word he said, even if it'd get you killed. I get into the passenger seat of his car and put my seat belt on. He gets in, too, and shoves the keys into the ignition. He wraps his arm around the back of the passenger seat as he looks back, peering out the back window as he pulls out of his driveway. My hands sit in my lap, awkwardly. I'm lightly buzzed but not enough to get rid of the awkward feeling between us. "So you and Nancy, huh?" I ask softly, my voice coming out as I whisper that barely is loud enough to decipher over the radio.
"Huh?" His brows furrow a bit "Oh yeah, we're together.... a few weeks actually", he says with a smile. "You and Nancy are friends, right?" I shrug, "kinda, I guess." I say softly. We sit in comfortable silence for a good 2 minutes before I whisper, "Why are you being nice to me?" It's soft, barely loud enough for him to hear unless he is specifically listening for it. His brows furrow up as he takes his eyes off the road for a split second to look at me. His eyes are soft as he asks, "What am I not allowed to be nice?" he chuckles, and I roll my eyes as I scoff. "You haven't been nice to me since 7th grade. So spill," he lets out a soft sigh as he turns onto the dirt road that leads to my home. "I missed you", he says softly. I look up at him; his eyes are soft, so soft, almost as soft as when he's talking about Nancy. "Why?" I whisper. He's taken aback at first, brows furrowing up, "what-what do you mean, why? You're the best friend I've ever had, y/n.Why wouldn't I miss you?" I scoff, rolling my eyes. The car comes to a stop in front of my house. "For the past 4 years you've rallied your friends to make my life a living fucking hell", I say, "if you're just doing this to make Nancy think you're more than an asshole, then don't fucking bother." I scoff as I grab my stuff, opening the car door as I step out. "I don't want to be a part of it." I slam the car door before walking up to my front door. I unlock it before taking one last look behind me to see him driving off.
I let out a scoff before closing the door and locking it behind me. I drop my bag and the poster board down on the ground next to the door before collapsing onto the couch. I grab the remote, flipping through channels. Channel 7 is playing E.T. I roll my eyes, replaying my conversation with Steve over in my head. Why would he choose now to all of a sudden 'miss me' again? It's so obvious, it's all so Nancy will find him more attractive, so she sees he has depth. that he's not just a one-night stand that she regrets.
My dad comes through the front door at 11:54, bags under his eyes, boots heavy on his feet as he practically drops all his shit at the front door, as I did. "Hey, kiddo", he says softly as he sits next to me. I lay my head in his lap "whatcha watchin'?" he asks, his hand flattening out my hair as I say "E.T" he hums softly "What's the matter?" he asks, already recognising the mental turmoil I'm in. "Steve Harrington", I whisper. He scoffs, letting out a disapproving grunt. "I know", I laughed softly, already knowing what he was thinking.
Okay so I have finally gotten back to writing after my year long break 👏👏👏 and I’m in the process of editing it rn so that’s coming really soon maybe tonight if I’m able to grind that out. Then I’m 100% probably going to get to to then end and back because I miss twd soooo much.
So def jump then fall (Steve Harrington) tonight and then possibly to the end and back (Daryl Dixon) sometime this weekend sense I already have some of the chapter written out .
hey quick PSA but “reading before bed to wind down” only works if you’re normal about books btw. if you aren’t you are going to end up awake at 2:52am after finishing the whole book just trust me on this one
OMG its been a year since I've genuinely wrote anything for this account. really sorry. hoping to get post out soon. senior year has been kicking my ass.
I know I’ve been gone for like a long time. But alot of shit happened after I announced the Yellowjackets fic. I was given a newborn kitten who was a few days old in April right after I had announced the fic, so I was super busy with feedings and shit. But now he’s 3 months old and I’m 100% going to finish up a lot of stuff most importantly coming back to my twd fic and posting the first chapter of my Yellowjackets fic. Pics of kitten below
Warnings - Warnings - substance abuse, violence, abuse, mentions of blood and gore, cursing, c@nnabalism, mentions of death and dying, basic Yellowjackets warnings. Please let me know if I’ve missed any.
Warnings - substance abuse, violence, abuse, mentions of blood and gore, cursing, c@nnabalism, mentions of death and dying, basic Yellowjackets warnings. Please let me know if I’ve missed any.
Description - After a tragic plane crash leaving many dead, and the rest of your teammates stranded in the Canadian wilderness for 19 months, you strike up an out of the ordinary relationship with your fellow teammate and late coaches son.
“The angels up in the clouds are jealous, knowin' we found Somethin' so out of the ordinary”
Hello I know I’ve been gone for awhile but def going to start writing again really soon. But I will probably be putting a few of my fics on hiatus to make room for a new fic I’ve been thinking of writing (my scream fic, and superstar to make room for Yellowjackets fic)
I’m going through dwts withdraws since the finale of season 33 and I’m really tempted to write celeb!joel x pro!reader or the other way around. Does anyone else see my vision?
