𑣲 a summer writing event hosted by @graywrenhart and @moonstoneandmoonlight
It's no secret that Steve Harrington would be a rom-com darling and so, me and Gray have teamed up to give you: The Steve Harrington Summer Sleepover! Where we've picked 25 rom-coms (2 of which the hosts have claimed!) for writers to choose and write a Steve Harrington inspired fic based on that film.
☼ so... how does it work?
Start by picking a film from our masterlist!
Once you have picked a film, please message either myself or Gray to claim your spot and your movie.
Once that film has been taken, it'll gone so be quick as this will work from a first come first serve basis. Please wait for us to message you back to confirm your spot.
Spots will be available for one week and will close on Friday 17th July.
The event will then run up until August 31st for writers to get their fics posted. These fics will then be added to the masterlist.
☼ the rules
This is a Steve Harrington x Reader only event. No OC's (side characters are okay however).
One movie per author.
Please message either myself or @graywrenhart to claim your fic as this will be the quickest way to reach us. Please do not send us an ask as we may miss these in our inboxes. Messages is the only way to claim so comments will not count either.
The fic has to be inspired by your chosen film but you have complete creative freedom over what happens within the story. You can even pick the title! We want people to get creative as possible and have fun with this event.
There is no word limit so the stories can be as big or small as you want for them to be.
Smut is very much welcome (so minors, please dni!).
AU’s are also welcome!
Please ensure that you tag both @moonstoneandmoonlight and @graywrenhart so the fic can be added to the masterlist. In addition, please use the tag #the steve harrington summer sleepover.
The most important rule? Have fun & happy summer! ☀️
This is the masterlist for @graywrenhart & @moonstoneandmoonlight’s summer writing event!
READ MORE ABOUT IT HERE!!
Set it Up | The Proposal | Made of Honor | Mamma Mia | While You Were Sleeping | Pretty Woman | Runaway Bride | How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days | Notting Hill | Love, Rosie | Life As We Know It | Princess Diaries | 10 Things I Hate About You | Killers | The Back-up Plan | The Wedding Date | Hitch | The Wedding Planner | 50 First Dates | Cinderella Story | He's Just Not That Into You | Legally Blonde | What Happens in Vegas | Friends with Benefits | Sweet Home Alabama
READ THE RULES:
@graywrenhart ☆ The Wedding Date
@moonstoneandmoonlight ☆ What Happens in Vegas
@zinainblue ☆ While You Were Sleeping
@pr33tygirlavenue ☆ Sweet Home Alabama
@cha0ticstranger ☆ Mamma Mia
@lofi-fics ☆ How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
@bells-bookshelf ☆ Pretty Woman
@djosnoopy ☆ Life As We Know It
@fangirlposts ☆ 10 Things I Hate About You
@cozymoonlight18 ☆ Set It Up
@whispersoflost ☆ Love, Rosie
@sweetlikenonsense ☆ Legally Blonde
@xpeachsunsidex ☆ Princess Diaries
@comfycosygirl ☆ The Proposal
@keeryspullman ☆ Notting Hill
@unclejeezysblog ☆ The Cinderella Story
@spacejjunk ☆ The Wedding Planner
@headoverharrington ☆ Runaway Bride
@ms-mountebank ☆ 50 First Dates
@harringtonfeels ☆ The Back-up Plan
@projections-mortal ☆ Friends With Benefits
@tinfoileddd ☆ He’s Just Not That Into You
@joekeerysbellybutton ☆ Killers
@goldiwrites ☆ Made of Honor
10 Things I Hate About Steve Harrington - @fangirlposts
A/N: Hello! Enjoy this festive oneshot that I wrote as a gift for @smolvenger for this Secret Santa event facilitated by @fictive-sl0th. I took inspiration from a request submitted by @smolvenger and also from the Old Norse jól (pronounced yule), a midwinter festival which celebrated the passing of the longest days of winter, and fertility in the coming year. Happy Holidays!
Genre/Warnings: Arranged marriage, mild angst in the beginning (with a happy ending, I promise!), hurt/comfort, fluff, thirst, pining, smutty thoughts, language
Word Count: 3k
Three damn days.
That’s it. That’s all the time you had to pull yourself together.
To clean up the mess that you’d become these past weeks and be what the people of Asgard expected you to be. Needed you to be.
The shining star of the upcoming jól feast. You were to be the gem of the midwinter celebration as their newest princess.
That is, after all, what you were. You were married into the Asgardian royal family just over a month ago, joined in holy matrimony with Odin’s youngest son. The dark prince. Loki. A man — no, a god — that, for centuries now, had maidens everywhere falling over themselves just for the chance to spend a night warming his bed. How lucky you were to be his wife, right?
Though it wasn’t exactly a love match. Your marriage had been arranged by those that claimed more of a say in your lives than either of you did. Loki’s father and your own had devised a scheme — years in the making — in which you’d become Loki’s wife to strengthen the alliance between Asgard and your home realm, Vanaheim.
Yes, unfortunately, your love story felt less like a romance and more like a political drama.
It certainly didn't help that Loki has been cold and distant since the betrothal. He was always keeping to his own side of your shared living quarters, the physical walls between you serving as a constant reminder of the figurative one that loomed —towering and unsurmountable — between you. Short, clipped greetings are all that fell from his lips to welcome or acknowledge you when your paths did cross. Roommates with fancy titles... that's all you were. The dark, handsome prince, your husband, was never disrespectful — far from it, actually — but he never showed any true interest in you beyond what has been required during public appearances.
You couldn't blame him, not really. This couldn't possibly be what he had hoped for, when he would daydream about his own future. Trapped in a loveless marriage with you, likely feeling like little more than a pawn in his father's political chess games. No, it was no wonder why he kept his distance as much as the nature of your entanglement allowed.
There was a time, not so long ago, when you had allowed yourself to dream of a future where you sat beside Loki, as his wife. But not this way. Not like this.
Since childhood, you'd had a crush on the younger prince. Once you were old enough to accompany your father on his delegations to Asgard, where he'd speak on behalf of the Vanir at the council meetings, he was sure to bring you along. In hindsight, you realized, he only brought you with him so that you could become acquainted with Asgard before he secured your place there, within the royal court. But oh, how you looked forward to those trips! And a certain mischievous god was to blame...
Loki caught your eye the very first time you met him. How could he not? With those sharp cheekbones and chiseled jaw that you swore were sharp enough to slice through your dignity. The silky curtains of raven curls that framed his stupidly handsome face, always looking absolutely perfect, no matter how unkempt and mussed they were. Then there were his eyes, glistening like two polished emeralds against the alabaster planes of his face. You had frequently wondered what it might be like to lock eyes with him during the throes of a passionate night of lovemaking... meeting his gaze as you're writhing in the sheets underneath his lean, sculpted body, appreciating the length of him — of his neck, his limbs, his cock as he buries himself inside you.
Perhaps it was foolish, but you spent those years pining for him from afar, dreaming of what could possibly be someday. Sure, you spent time with him during your visits, enjoying strolls together through the gardens or his personal library, sharing details of your lives and bonding over your joint love of books. He definitely wasn't a stranger to you. In fact, you’d say you knew him well. But you never made your romantic feelings for him known; you never hinted at the desire that scorched through your veins like an untamed fire every time he was near.
You'd tell him someday, you'd tell yourself. You would tell Loki your feelings and with any luck he'd be yours... and it was that thought, that hope, that fueled your daydreams and pushed you through until your next visit to Asgard.
But before you ever got the chance to share the true nature of your feelings with Loki, you were both called into the throne room where your fathers informed you of the arrangements that had been made. You were to be married. In three fortnights.
And your dreams of a fairytale romance with the handsome prince were thwarted in an instant. You wanted him, but not like this. You wanted something real... you wanted Loki to want you.
Now you were homesick and, during a time when you should be feeling surrounded by love and holiday cheer, you had never felt more alone.
Jól was in three days. And the midwinter festival was supposed to be magnificent — a giant feast honoring the gods Odin and Freyr and celebrating a hope for peace, sunshine, and fertility in the coming year. Your place of honor at the celebrations was especially anticipated, not only because you were Asgard's newest princess, but because you were from Vanaheim — you were Vanir, same as Freyr. And, you were one of his descendants; his granddaughter, in fact. Yes — Loki was Odin’s son and you were Freyr’s granddaughter. Your union was a jóltide dream. The people of Asgard were abuzz with excitement, chattering about how special this year’s festivities would be… thanks to you.
You and Loki had been seen in public before, of course. You had endured your wedding and the celebrations that followed and managed fairly well. But that was a formal affair; beyond a few pecks on the lips throughout the day's festivities, you could go through the motions with little more than the occasional formal dance required, as far as physical contact.
The expectations at the jól festival were entirely different. It was to be a wild and sensual affair, with you and Loki performing a dance as the centerpiece of the fertility celebrations. This dance... the sensuality was not something that could easily be fabricated. You couldn't just go through the motions. The two of you would be chest to chest, eyes locked in a passionate stare, hands roaming and exploring each other's bodies. Your performance was meant to inspire not only yourselves, but all in attendance to go forth from the feast and be fruitful.
The thought twisted your stomach in knots and made your heart ache. How were you supposed to make it convincing? And if you did give in to the burning desire you had for Loki to put on the show that the people of Asgard were expecting, how were you supposed to protect your heart? Knowing that it wasn't the same for Loki; it wasn't real for him, too...
You had been training for this dance with an instructor for two weeks now, learning the basic steps. Having grown up in the royal court here, Loki was already familiar with the dance, so he didn't require the same training. But now it was time for rehearsals to begin. With only three days until the festival, you had to practice the dance with your actual performance partner... with Loki. You had to get a feel for each other during the dance; see where it felt natural to add in those caresses of your nose on his cheek, his fans of hot breath on your neck, the wandering touches on each other's bodies that linger just a whisper too long...
And your first rehearsal was in two hours.
You needed to get some air.
As you step outside, the frigid air engulfs you and steals your breath away. It’s a welcome feeling — a cleansing feeling. And it’s exactly what you need to clear your head and collect yourself before this dreaded rehearsal. You make a beeline for the palace gardens without much of a thought, your usual walking route essentially muscle memory at this point.
Your footsteps were nearly silent on the fresh-fallen snow that blanketed the path beneath your feet as you strolled throughout the garden, admiring the pops of color provided by the hardy winter flowers and berries that were currently growing there. As you approached the crocuses, you stopped to appreciate their bright purple blooms and the way the snow clung to the delicate petals.
Despite the harshness of the current environment, the flowers were thriving, refusing to let the cold and the ice dampen their beauty and light. A single tear rolled down your cheek as you resolved to do the same. You wouldn’t let your situation dampen your own light any longer.
“Darling…?” A familiar voice sounded from just behind you, seemingly out of nowhere. The snow must have muffled the sound of Loki’s approach.
What was he doing here?
“Oh, hello, Loki! You startled me; I didn’t expect to run into you out here.”
You quickly made to wipe the tear from your cheek as you turned to face him, but you weren’t quite fast enough; nothing got past Loki’s sharp gaze.
“So sorry to alarm you, I just came to the garden for some calm and quiet. The bustling in the palace as everyone prepares for the festival can get overwhelming.” He paused for just a moment, his brow creasing ever so slightly as if considering whether to continue before asking, “Is there anything troubling you, Y/N?”
Yes. So many things, you have no idea.
“I’m alright, Loki. I… I think the frigid air is just making my eyes water.” You managed a weak smile as you lied to your husband.
His eyes softened at your words; they beheld more warmth than you’d seen from him since before your forced betrothal.
“You know, Y/N… I know this hasn’t been easy. On either of us. But it doesn’t have to be this way between us forever. You don’t have to hide your feelings from me just because you don’t… just because we’re not…”
He struggled to find the right words to finish the sentence, but the implication was a shard of ice to your heart.
“What I’m trying to say is that you can talk to me. Ours may not be a marriage of love, but it still is a partnership. I can tell that something is wrong, that something has been wrong since our fathers broke the news of our arrangement to us. It was like, at that very moment, the light inside you was snuffed out. The woman that walked out of the throne room that day was not the same woman that entered. You’ve been a shell of yourself ever since you learned that you’d been sentenced to spend your life with me. And I’ve tried to give you space… to give you time. I didn’t want to pressure you, or suffocate you, so I’ve kept my distance. Waiting for you to be ready to speak to me again; perhaps even to spend time together again, enjoying our shared interests. But it has been more than 10 weeks now and I don’t think I can wait any longer, darling. Talk to me, please. I… I miss what we were before that day in the throne room.”
You blinked at him, flabbergasted. At a loss for words.
Set aside the sheer wonder of the sight before you: the tall frame, hung with lean muscles that strained against the fabric of the emerald tunic he was wearing. A note of gratitude crossed your mind that his Jotun ancestry allowed him to forgo any bulky outerwear to protect him from the elements, so you could enjoy this view, unobstructed. Even the way the snow clung to his dark, luscious locks and reflected the garden lights like a glittering crown had him looking every bit the winter king.
This man — this god — missed you. He mistook your heartbreak for… disgust.
As if you could ever find any part of him disgusting.
“Loki, I…” Your eyes darted frantically, looking everywhere but at him. Searching the winter blooms, the snow-covered tree branches, the festive garden decorations for a sign… for a whisper of encouragement. A murmur of reassurance. Was this it? Was this your moment?
When you finally met his gaze again, you saw nothing there but patience. Kindness. But also… longing?
“I love you.” You blurted it out, pushing the words from your lips before you could change your mind.
Your heart was pounding loudly in your ears; you actually said it. Nervousness enveloped your body like fresh steam, causing you to sweat despite the cold temperature.
“You…what?”
To say he was taken aback would be an understatement. It was clearly the last thing he expected you to say.
“I love you, Loki. I have for a while now.”
“Then why —?”
“Because I was heartbroken. Shattered. You’re right, Loki, the light inside me was snuffed out that day. Extinguished in an instant. But not because I was appalled or disgusted at the thought of spending forever with you. On the contrary, I had been dreaming of that very notion for years…”
You saw his eyes widen and his breath hitch before you continued.
“The light went out because I lost the hope that carried me forward; I never got to tell you how I truly felt about you — how much I cared about you…how much I wanted you.”
His eyes darkened almost imperceptibly at hearing you confess your desire for him.
You swallowed your own budding lust and pushed forward. “And so the delicate and, perhaps, foolish hope that we might have something real someday crumbled. Then, when I saw how much you withdrew from me, I… I was sure you had no interest in me. And that broke my heart even further, Loki, to know that you didn’t feel the same way about me and yet, we were trapped together in this marriage. I’ve never felt more alone than I have these past 10 weeks.”
“Darling…” he sighed as he closed the distance between you, reaching out his fingertips to softly caress the side of your face before brushing them under your chin and tilting your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze.
The small gesture stole your breath away. It was the first physical contact you had with Loki since the wedding, and certainly more intimate than any touches you had ever shared. This wasn’t a public appearance; there was no audience. There was only him. And you. And the hammering of your heart.
“It appears that we have both been foolish.” A smile slowly crept across his lips as he muttered, “a pair of hopeless, lovesick fools.”
By now the smile had wholly taken root and a full grin had bloomed on his face, casting a light there that you hadn’t seen in months.
Oh, how you missed that smile.
“Loki…” you gasped. “Are — are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“I love you too, wife.”
You couldn’t think straight. You could barely breathe. You had to be dreaming.
Loki could tell that words were beyond you, so he just continued.
“I’ve adored you for years, Y/N. Admired you in secret like an adolescent with an unattainable crush. Because that’s what you were to me: unattainable.”
“Loki, you’re a prince, a literal god… you’ve had a horde of maidens throwing themselves at you for as long as I’ve known you. If one of us was unattainable, it was you.”
“They were only ever interested in my body, in my array of talents between the sheets.”
A warm flood of arousal washed over you, hearing him talk so casually about his own sexual prowess.
“But you, darling… you saw me. You showed interest in my mind, my ideas, my company. You asked me thoughtful questions and you actually listened when I would answer them. I was so convinced that I didn’t deserve someone like that. Someone like you. And so I kept my feelings hidden.”
“Well…” you began with a shy smirk, “I am interested in your body and your carnal talents too, you know.”
“And I don’t know if there’s anything that could delight me more than learning that about you tonight,” he said with a mischievous smile and lust-darkened eyes that lingered on your lips before darting back to your own hooded gaze.
“Kiss me, Loki, please…” you breathed.
Without hesitation, he leaned down toward you, brushing his lips against your own. Featherlight at first, but soon growing more assured and confident, claiming your lips as his. And you were more than willing to let him stake his claim.
When he finally broke the kiss, you opened your eyes to see him staring down at you reverently.
“I love you, my darling wife. And as long as my heart is beating, I promise you’ll never be alone; you’ll never feel alone again. Perhaps things in our relationship have occurred… somewhat out of the preferred order, but by some generous twist of the fates, we’ve been thrust into each other’s arms and allowed to spend the rest of our lives with our one true love.”
Your heart swelled as you stared up at him. You felt that light within you reignite, shining brighter than it ever had.
“I love you too, husband. With my whole heart.”
He bent down and claimed your mouth once again, his tongue sliding against your lips, which you happily parted to allow him entry. All of the love and desire that you’d both been harboring all these years was finally unleashed and it was conveyed in the intensity of your kiss, and in the way his hands now began to explore your body. At least, as best as they could, over the coat you were wearing.
Suddenly, you found yourself looking forward to rehearsal.
And to the jól festival.
And to the rest of your life with Loki.
Below is the request I received from @smolvenger - I hope I did it justice, my lovely! Happiest Holidays! 🎄
Cherri Bang sign ups may be closed now, but our hub discord is now presenting signups for Helluva Fic Fight!! (Its like art fight, but we use words instead)
Rules and Guidelines -
Pentagram City Discord presents Helluva Fic Fight Hosted by DizzlyPuzzled Fic Fight? That's right, folks! I'm hosting another Helluvaverse e
Signups-
Sign ups for Fic Fight has officially come underway and we are so excited. Here's where you will officially sign up and place your prompts.
What is Helluva Fic Fight? My attempt at a writer based art fight event. I've done them in the past, and had such a blast that im attempting to drag the event kicking and screaming into this fandom.
The Basic: You sign up with two to four prompts. At which mods will divide you into teams based on number of prompts and participates, and then you try to write as many prompts from the other team as possible!
Faq:
NSFW? Yes we allow nsfw prompts (just be sure to have sfw prompt too)
Do i need to be in your discord server to participate? No, I can send your information to email if preferred.
What is this for? The Helluverse as a whole. Hazbin or Helluva Boss, doesn't matter. We only ask for no outside crossovers at this time. Aus are fine.
Any other questions?
Please ask. This is a pretty hands off event that can have multiple moving parts. And I'm sure I've missed something.
Hey, guys!!! So I am in love with MaGM, WbW and STS and have been trying to come up with my own little event I can start too! I used to have one for prompt-making but that was TOO hands-on and stressful, so I’ve been wracking my brain, trying to make another... less hand-on-y one. I think I finally recently came up with exactly the right events! Introducing...
Truth-be-Told Tuesday!
As you can probably guess, it’ll take place every Tuesday. It’s a day for people to ask writers about the behind-the-scenes of their stories/novels/poetry etc etc. This can be how they came up with concepts or characters or names. This can be anything about the process of writing. It can be how they decide what to name their characters. It can be how they got into writing. Just anything that’s BEHIND THE SCENES. Not directly about their WIPs or characters, but still about them at the same time, if that makes sense.
For this post, I’m going to post this for anyone to reblog to their writing blogs or main blogs if they wish to receive an ask for the event!
Much like STS, I would like anyone that participates in TbTT to please return asks sent to them unless specifically asked not to. Reciprocation is polite, nice and it’s always fun to be asked questions!
If any of you have any questions, please feel free to message me or send me an ask. Otherwise, happy almost TbTT and I hope to hear from you guys! (:
~Hannah
PS feel free to send me an ask and if you do, I’ll return the favor with an ask for TbTT unless you say otherwise, if you don’t want to reblog the post but still want to receive an ask!
ALL SUBMISSIONS MUST BE SENT TO MY ASK BOX ON MY PROFILE AND PLEASE SPECIFY WHICH EVENT YOU ARE ASKING FOR!! I will do my best to get them all answered asap.
oh, by the way, you must be 18+ to participate. thanks. Okay, now, let's play!!!
dialogue prompts - here’s some more - even more
characters I'll write for: steve harrington, walter "keys" mckey, gator tillman, eddie munson, draco malfoy, theodore nott, simon riley, john price, john 'soap' mctavish, kyle 'gaz' garrick, joel miller, jack abbot.
pick a card, any card: 🎂🩺🎮 ⚾️ ☕️ 🪄 🔬 🥀🎙️
see characters list below event 1 - 📂 tropes list. 📂 au list
— if you write a fic from my moodboards, please tag me because I'm literally dying to read it already.
ask me something!
Here is the masterlist for the event & thank you again for 3k followers. I'm still in awe.
Hii! Im requesting something for event 3 for the moodboard. Draco Malfoy, office romance, scientist au! 🤍 also btw i love ur writing sm u have inspired me to start writing my own fan fiction. if u have any tips lmk bc i love ur blog!!
thank you for choosing event 3 from my 3k follower special event!! first of all, that's incredibly kind, and the fact that you were inspired to write your own fanfiction makes me sooo happy!!!
secondly, this prompt is so unique and I am absolutely in love with it. I have so many ideas...
like, picture the vibes: traveling together, a chemical connection (if you will), lab mix-ups, cute notes, banterrrr, falling asleep over textbooks & research, the other draping their lab coat over them(!!!) for some conflict, maybe one of them thinks the other stole their research???!!! oh! and what if they have a list of rules they live by in order to withstand each other...ughhh I'm obsessed. There's so much you could do with this.
.✦ ݁˖ here's the masterlist of all moodboards that have been requested, if you want to browse!
