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I hope you're doing ok, I haven't see you in a while. Big hug.

that is so insanely sweet, thank you, it really means a lot! i’ve been dealing with some personal stuff lately but im slowly but surely starting to write again, so hopefully i’ll post something soon. thank you for caring

#you’re amazing!#anon

Happy Fan Fiction Writer Appreciation Day! 💕

aaah this made me insanely happy!! thank yooou

#answered #electroma89

Hey! I don't know if you've considered writing a sequel to Everything Changes, but if you could it would be awesome! Pretty, pleaseee!

yes!! gonna start working on it this weekend :)

#answered #anon #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers x you

Hi there! I just found your blog! I think your fics are really good! And I just read Everything Changes, with Jonathan and I have to say that I love him and I think you should write a second chapter and make him and the reader happy. Please. Haha thanks! You're really good! 😘🇲🇽🌻

first of all, you’re so nice, thank you!! second of all a lot of people have been requesting a part 2 for that, so im gonna definitely try to work on it

#answered #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers x you #arcana-nerdy-grrrl

hi! i wanna request something with a reader with powers (like eleven). like nancy, steve and jonathan find her (cus they're all friends now) and try to help her and teach her about the world, and steve and her fall in love with each other?

holy shit anon i love that!! i’m not sure if i can fit this into a one shot, but maybe write a series about it? we’ll see!

send in your requests!

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Hiii! Welcome back to Tumblr-land :) Can I request a Jonathan Byers imagine where the reader and Jonathan get snowed in at the Byers house for a night? Maybe the power goes out so they have to light candles and get all comfy cozy together to stay warm?

hi, thank you!! and yes, of course! i love that idea, it’s adorable.

i’ll post it once it’s done!!

send in your requests!

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requests!!

hi!! it’s been a long time no see, huh?? anyway, i’ve been going through some stuff this past few months (+ got accepted into college yaaay!) and had no time to write or post anything, but now i’m back!

so if you have any requests please send ‘em to me since my mind is genuinely blank of ideas.. i write mostly the st teenagers but if you have any other request tell me and i’ll try to write it

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Ice-Creams and Broken Noses — Steve Harrington

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female!Reader

Words: 1355

Summary: Steve and Y/N meet after an unfortunate thing happens at Steve’s workplace.

Warnings: cursing and blood

A/N: do you guys even remember me?? it’s been sooo long since i’ve posted here but i wrote this little meet-cute thing and decided to post it.. i’d be very happy if you could tell me what you think about it!!

Y/N would swear in her family’s life that she was the last person to blame on this situation. If it were anyone’s fault, it was the architect that structured the Scoops Ahoy door to be so fucking silent. And however thought it’d be a good idea not to put a warning bell on it.

All she knew that one second she was excitedly throwing her hands around as she watched her friends finish off the ice creams they had just purchased and told them in explicit detail how awesome “Back to the Future” had been, and the next her fist was colliding with someone’s face.

Y/N let out a shriek of surprise as she turned around and came face to face with a boy around her age wearing the ice cream shop’s uniform with both of his hands on his face, groaning in pain. The scene would’ve been comical if Y/N weren’t so horrified. She barely registered her friends’ muffled laughs, letting out a string of extremely colorful curses and trying her hardest to inspect the stranger’s face without touching him again.

“Are you ok?” She asked him after a few seconds of both of them freaking out while her oh-so-helpful friends’ quietly laughed behind them.

The stranger finally lowered his hands a little bit and his eyes met hers. “Do I look ok?” He taunted, his eyebrows furrowing in anger.

It was then that Y/N realized that there was a red liquid sipping through his fingers.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh.” She mumbled to herself, taking a few shaky steps back. “You’re bleeding. I think I’m gonna faint.”

The stranger then took the hands off his face completely, revealing the lower part of his face that was completely covered in blood.

“You’re gonna faint?” He questioned her in distress. “I’m the one who has blood oozing out of my nose.”

“Don’t!” Y/N screeched as he let the blood fall from his nose, watching the red blotch on the mall’s brand new shiny floor in horror. She opened her bag in desperation, trying to find something to stop the bleeding. When she finally found the lace tissue her mom had given her, she yanked it out from her bag and tossed it into the boy’s hand. “Cover it!”

He rolled his eyes at her outburst and placed the tissue over his nose, immediately soaking it with blood. Y/N winced as she thought what her mom would think when she got home with her fancy and expensive lace tissue all stained with a stranger’s blood. All she could do right now is make sure he was not a stranger anymore, right?

“So, you work here...?” She asked him in fake casualness once the blood flow had significantly slowed down. She then looked at the name tag fixated on the boy’s clothes. “...Steve?”

The stranger looked at her as if she was crazy, but then quickly rolled his eyes again and went back to glaring at her. “No, I just really liked their uniform so I decided to buy one for myself.”

“I’m Y/N.” She told him, ignoring his comment. “And those are my friends—“ she turned around to introduce them, but found they had all moved away, sitting in a nearby bench and acting as if Y/N hadn’t just almost broken a stranger’s nose. “I mean, were my friends.”

Steve chuckled, looking at her up and down, as if he was measuring her. Y/N crossed her arms over her chest. “What is it?” She enquired defensively.

“Nothing.” Steve answered, shrugging and leaning against the wall beside them. “I was just trying to figure out if you go around punching random guy’s nose regularly or if I’m special.”

“You’re the first one.” Y/N told him slowly. She almost laughed at his attempt of being smooth while he held her lace tissue to his nose, wore a blue sailor uniform and a hat with the word ‘Ahoy’ printed on it, but decided to play along instead. “And you? Do you get punched in the nose frequently?”

“Actually, more frequently than you’d expect.” He answered shortly, scrunching his nose. Y/N almost wanted to ask what those other times were.

She couldn’t deny that this Steve was attractive, she could see how cute he was even with that ridiculous outfit on and with the blood covering his face. But, at the same time, there was something off about him. It was like there was a warning sign going off in the distance, trying to tell her that there was something weird going on. And that reason alone made him a hundred times more interesting.

“Why do you work here of all places?” She pried.

“I just graduated high school.” He told her frowning. “It seems like this shitty ice cream shop is the only constant in my life now. I mean, it was either that or working for my dad.”

“Well, it is the best affordable place in this mall, if I do say so myself.” She joked, sarcastically gesturing to the place around her. “I hope you at the very least get free ice cream.”

“As a matter of fact, I do.” Steve laughed at her, and Y/N fell in love with his smile that very second. “The kids I babysit really enjoy that part.”

“Are you trying to impress me by telling me you babysit some kids?” Y/N teased, squinting his eyes at him. “Honestly, Steve, you’re gonna have to try harder than that. We all do what we can to make money.”

Steve let out a strained chuckled. “Well, I actually do it for free.” He explained, wincing as he adjusted the lace tissue on his nose. “I started doing it after some shit happened some time ago. They’re good kids.”

Y/N could see that Steve didn’t want to get into details of what had happened by the way he fixedly stared at the floor, so she decided not to pry. At least not after she almost broke the guy’s nose.

“How old?” She asked instead, to which Steve lifted his gaze back to her, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “The kids, I mean.”

“Maybe a little too old for me to call it ‘babysitting’.” Steve confessed, a light blush appearing on his cheeks. “But I’m not about to tell a cute girl like you I actually like hanging out with them.”

“Why not?” Y/N pouted at Steve playfully, trying to ignore the fact that he called her cute and looming over at her friends. “At least they wouldn’t leave you alone after you just punched some random guy’s face, would they?”

“Actually, can I ask you what caused you to punch me?” Steve asked, cocking his head to the side, the sailor hat falling just a little over his forehead. Y/N hated that she found it absolutely adorable.

“Oh, that.” Y/N mumbled, her cheeks going red in embarrassment. “I was telling my friends about a movie I just watched, I guess I got a little too excited.”

Steve laughed then, squinting his eyes at her. Y/N almost melted into a puddle right at that very second.

“I think you’ll at least have to take me to watch this fucking awesome movie then.” He teased her. “It’s the least you can do after almost breaking my nose.”

Y/N could only let out a strange noise of agreement, nodding her head to make sure he knew she accepted it.

“Ok, great. Well, I gotta go meet up the kids, actually.” Steve said and smirked at her, leaning off the wall and starting to walk backwards, her lace tissue still pressed to his nose. He looked absolutely ridiculous. “You know where to find me.”

“Wait!” Y/N called out, taking a tentative step forward and giggling at him. “You’re taking my tissue.”

Steve’s mouth turned into an ‘O’ shape as if he were just now realizing that, then it turned into a smirk again. “Well, I guess that’s another reason why you’re gonna have to find me, then.” He declared before winking at her again and turning around, quickly disappearing into the mass of people at the Starcourt Mall.

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I read your headcannon of steve falling for Henderson reader , and omg I loved it I wish you make a fic out of it

ooh, thank you so much!! tomorrow’s my last day of school and then im finally gonna have time to write, so maybe i’ll do it? we’ll see!

« what do you know about love » is so great, i love your writing, you should do a second part to this!!

awww thank you so much! that made me smile :) i will try to do a part two, and i’ll post it if it ends up good

I am from seychelles and because we’re such a tiny country there’s like nothing to do here but I had a dream that Dustin and Steve studied up at my house with a demodog and then we walked it on the beach and Steve kissed me it was a really weird dream

that’s an amazing dream??? really weird and random but nonetheless amazing hahaha

Yoooooo you should make “what do you know about love” into a series!!! I can’t believe I’m JUST discovering your blog you’re GrEAT

aaaah thank you so much!! i might do that? we’ll see.. not sure if i’ll do a whole series, but definitely a part two

#this made me smile #answered #anon

hi! i wanted to ask if i sent in my request that was being steve harrington’s twin sister would include? i’m just asking because i wasn’t sure if i did and i’m in no means in rushing you. thank you.

oh, i hadn’t seen it, i’m so sorry! i’ve got some requests to do but i’ll definitely get t yours eventually (school has been keeping me insanely busy)

What Do You Know About Love? — Steve Harrington

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female!Reader

Words: 1890

Summary: Steve and Y/N get paired up to work on a project about ‘Romeo and Juliet’ (Inspired by this song)

Warnings: cursing

A/N: originally i wrote this for a friend and it involved another character from a completely different fandom because she’s obsessed with the song ‘what do you know about love?’ from the frozen broadway musical... but i loved how it turned out so i decided to change a few things up and make it a stevexreader fanfic! enjoy (: feedback is greatly appreciated

Y/N had to fight the urge to not groan when she was paired up with Steve Harrington for a literature project, contenting herself with only a roll of eyes. She couldn’t be sure if the world was somehow out to get her or if her teacher only wanted to be a dick and ruin her perfect track record in that class by pairing her up with the boy who clearly didn’t give a fuck about his grades or getting any work done.

And even if, by a miracle, Steve had read ‘Romeo and Juliet’, she doubted he’d want to discuss love at that moment. Everyone in school knew about the painful breakup he had gone through with Nancy Wheeler just a couple of months ago and, even if she didn’t know the details, she could only guess it stung to see her walking hand in hand with Jonathan Byers. Anyway, ever since that had happened, Steve Harrington didn’t seem quite much like the person he used to be, looking sadder and more reserved. Y/N would normally feel bad for him, but not at a moment where his moping self could potentially jeopardize her grades.

“Have a discussion about ‘Romeo and Juliet’ with Steve Harrington? Yeah, like that’s going to happen.” she muttered angrily under her breath while she stabbed a random page of her notebook with her pencil.

Y/N was rebelling the only way she knew how — by acting completely clueless and ignoring the task at hand. If Steve really wanted to get anything done, than he would have to be the one to come to her, not the other way around.

Y/N glanced at her wrist watch and saw that she still had 40 minutes until the bell rang, then she settled comfortably in her chair and laid her head over her hands on the table, deciding she might as well catch up on sleep while she waited to go home.

Not 15 seconds later, Y/N heard someone cough right above her. She, already preparing her speech to the teacher about how the students should be able to choose if they wanted to do a project alone or not, raised her head and came face to face with Steve Harrington staring down at her.

“We’re supposed to do this together, right?” He asked in a cool voice, and Y/N couldn’t help but feel impressed at his ability to genuinely seem like he did not care about anything. Trying to appear as nonchalant as he seemed to be, she just nodded and moved her stuff out of the way so he could sit.

He settled down next to her and they sat quiet in a somewhat awkward silence. Y/N cleared her throat. “Have you read it?”

“I know the story.” Steve answered simply, shrugging and tapping his fingers on the table. That was the only indicator that Steve felt even the slightest bit uncomfortable or nervous with the situation they were in.

“That’s kind of cryptic.” Y/N attempted to joke, chuckling and glancing at him.

“Is it?” He questioned with a stoic expression. “It doesn’t matter if I read it or not, I know the story and it’s ridiculous.”

“How come?” Y/N urged on, happy she managed to get out some sort of opinion out of him.

“Romeo and Juliet died because of a stranger they just met.” Steve snickered. “It’s probably the most stupid way to die ever.”

“I think it’s way deeper than that.” Y/N reasoned with him. “Besides, they weren’t strangers.”

“I bet Juliet didn’t even know Romeo’s foot size.” Steve said, the tiniest bit of sarcasm showing on his voice.

“Foot size doesn’t matter!” Y/N cried out, turning her body fully towards him.

“But knowing a man before you die for him? Kinda does.” He said challengingly, copying her position. Y/N felt proud of herself seeing him get worked about their discussion. Even if she wasn’t anyway close to him, it felt good to see him get back some of that old ‘King Steve’ fire on his eyes.

“I think you can trust your gut when it comes to love, it’s the only thing that has no complications in life.” Y/N told him matter-of-factly.

“You scare me.” Steve interjected and Y/N rolled her eyes again. “And you’re also completely wrong, trust me, I’d know.”

“I’m not! Some people can tell when true love starts.” Y/N continued on.

“Some people read way too many romance novels.” He teased and narrowed his eyes at her.

“Hey, I like those.” She said, taking a leap and nudging his shoulders with hers. “Some people simply know, Steve. Stop being such a skeptic.”

“And some people are taken in by curly locks and princely looks.” Steve chastised jokingly.

“You say that as if you don’t spend at least 20 minutes everyday on that hair of yours.” Y/N answered, bringing her hand up to poke at his hair. “Why is it so stiff?”

“Don’t touch it.” Steve then leaned away from her touch, a somewhat playful pout on his lips. Neither of them mentioned the the spark they felt when Y/N accidentally moved her finger through Steve’s face, but, if his blushing cheeks were any sort of indication, Y/N knew he had felt it too.

They both stayed silent for a few seconds, both confused as to what had happened. Steve then cleared his throat and turned once again to her. “All I’m saying is when you go to climb a mountain, you don’t just jump to the top.”

“You can’t compare mountains to love, Harrington.” Y/N retorted, still feeling the tiniest bit numb for some reason, which annoyed her endlessly. Sure, she found Steve attractive. Every person in their right mind would find Steve attractive, but that didn’t mean she should be feeling that way just because she brushed the tip of her finger through his face. Especially when there was just no way for them to ever get involved romantically, not when their lives were the complete opposite of each other.

Steve might not be on the top of the school social hierarchy anymore, but he was still known by everyone. Y/N had always been more quiet, keeping a close and loyal group of friends, and focusing on her grades. The odds of them seeing each other as any more than a person they went to school with were slim to none.

“Love's not an easy climb, you have to take your time.” Steve explained his theory, narrowing his eyes at Y/N but still visibly unaware of how flushed she was feeling at that moment.

“They’d get love their whole life, that was their plan.” Y/N answered him, not even sure if she was making sense anymore. She was now just trying to get her mind to focus more on Romeo and Juliet, and less how smooth Steve’s skin felt.

“That’s not a plan.” Steve chuckled out. “Love is not a thing you simply get. It takes work, and tears, and all sorts of other painful things. Honestly, Y/N, use your brain a little.”

That made Y/N’s mind come to a complete halt. She didn’t like how Steve was talking to her as if she were clueless. Besides, what could he possibly know about anything he was talking about? The only time she had ever seen him show love for someone was for Nancy, and look how that had turned out. Y/N might not have as much experience as him, but she still had had her fair share of silly high school boyfriends. Besides, the number of dates you went to or people you hooked up with didn’t measure your knowledge. How could Steve Harrington possibly know anything about true love?

“What do you know about love?” She spat out angrily before she could stop herself.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He said in response, blinking at her calmly. “It seems like you only know the stuff they put in cheesy romantic books.”

Y/N downright gasped at that point as if Steve had just insulted her family heritage. “You’re a fucking asshole, Steve Harrington.”

“I’ve been told worse, Y/L/N.” Steve chuckled at her. “Are you seriously this hurt about what I’ve said?”

“You’re a piece of shit.” She tried again, and maybe this time she said it a little too loud. All of a sudden, the whole class was looking at them. Y/N was mortified, while Steve, in true Steve Harrington fashion, sported a shit eating grin.

“Ms. Y/L/N, did I hear you correctly?” The teacher said from his table, looking sternly at her through his reading glasses. “Because if you are really insulting Mr. Harrington, I’m gonna have to send you to the principal’s office.”

Y/N snapped her head to the teacher, and started opening and closing her mouth like a fish gasping for air, not a sound coming out of it. Throughout all her years in school she had been very careful not to get in trouble and, of course, Steve had to ruin it all.

“She was talking about the character Tybalt, not about me.” Y/N suddenly heard from beside her. She turned her head to Steve again, amazement suddenly feeling up her chest. She did not like one bit how Steve could make her go from flushed to angry to amazed in only a matter of seconds.

“Ok, then. But next time around, Ms. Y/L/N, choose your words carefully, please.” The teacher said and went back to grading papers.

Y/N didn’t even hear him, too busy staring shamelessly at Steve. When the boy in question turned to face her again, she found herself starting to giggle at the absurdity of the situation where Steve Harrington saved her ass from getting in trouble.

Steve stared back for a few seconds before cracking a tiny smile and shushing her. “You’re gonna get us in trouble again, Y/N.”

Y/N then managed to quiet down her giggles, but the grin in her face didn’t fade as she looked at the corners of Steve’s mouth turned upwards. She had never seen him smile like that and she didn’t know what it meant. What she did know was that she wanted to see it more often.

“Thank you.” Y/N told him softly, but genuinely. She hoped that would make Steve not let that smile go.

“I guess my first impression about you might be wrong.” Steve responded, confusing Y/N all over again.

“And I guess you’re nice?” She said, though it sounded more like a question. “It’s good to know I can trust you.”

“The question still remains, though.” Y/N continued after a few seconds of comfortable silence between them. “What do you know about love?”

“I think you might have to find that out.” Steve said, his stoic expression suddenly coming back.

He turned to face his notebook, but Y/N wouldn’t let herself be fazed by the invisible wall that he put up anymore. That smile had to have meant something.

“Well, that should be interesting.” She said confidently, focusing on stabbing a page with her pencil once again. She knew she wouldn’t be able to get anything more out of him just yet, but she’d for sure try again. What she didn’t see was how Steve’s eyes lighted up the tiniest bit at her words, hope filling his chest for the first time in a long time.