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fandoms i write for:
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clark's secret girlfriend
a/n: first drabble in three years so bare with me while i try to get into the hang of things - request for superman are open btw. find my prompt list here if you fancy... possibly considering a part 2 to this teehee
key:
y/h/c - your hair colour
y/n - your name
word count: 704 - only a tiny drabble whilst i get warmed up/any inspiration strikes
pairing: clark kent x reader
"oh my god" cat's scream rings out through the whole of the daily planets bullpen. although it wasn't surprising to hear, it's the same reaction she has too new shoes or a celebrity break up, clark can't help his ears twitching - just incase there is a possible threat. what he doesn't expect however, is to hear the click clack of cat's heels fast approaching him. enhanced hearing or not, he could tell she was heading straight for him from the front desk.
his coworkers movement's is enough to send his head reeling - the only time cat has ever ventured towards his desk was to ask where lois was, and he was currently making direct eyecontact with lois. his eyes were almost bulging out his head as he mumbled "what have i done?" over and over to which lois could only provide a subtle shrug whilst equally whispering "i don't know" repeatedly.
hey guys its been three years...
i got a degree
i watched superman this week and rewatched avengers movies
i'm so back
send requests for drabbles for superman (2025) !i need something to do to get me back into writing... lowkey missed it...
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Welcome to Shellfire - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (Plus Sized)
Summary: Eddie spills hot chocolate on your blouse, and the quest to find you something to wear leads to the initiation into Shellfire. Words: 1.4 k Warnings: Swearing, FLUFF, suggestiveness, friends to lovers (not that thats a warning exactly??)
a/n: plus sized reader bc !!! bc i said so !!! i’ve read this over and over again for like a month, added and taken away because i wasn’t sure what i wanted it to be - but here it is!! whatever it is!! reblogs and feedback all welcome! <3 __________________________________________
“Shit!”
It was a Saturday night at Eddie’s and he had offered to make you a hot chocolate, but with his haste and trademark enthusiasm, he spilled the aptly named drink down your front.
"F-”
“Take it off now, before it burns you,” he points at your blouse and puts down the offending mug, rings clanking against the porcelain, “I’ll find you something you can wear.” He gestures loosely into the air as he thinks.
“Eddie.” You groan. “Be serious.” In all the years you had known Eddie, you had never been able to borrow any of his clothes. You were bigger than Eddie. He scarcely acknowledged it but you were hyper aware of it, especially in a scenario such as this. “Not a single one of your shirts will fit me.” You mumble.
“Off. Now.” Those two words trickle down your spine deliciously, and whilst you can feel the hot drink permeating through the fibres of the shirt and onto your skin, you wonder if some part of the heat you’re experiencing is due to Eddie’s insistence that you undress.
“Fine.”
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oh my god this is incredible!!!
so adorable
everyone must read rn 🥹🥹
a second chance (ii)
a/n: part 2! sorry it’s not very long but i’m still tryna get the dynamic flowing but overwhelmed steve and comedic dialogue have my heart.
word count: 2.6k(ish)
requested?: no but requests are open and my prompt list can be found here
pairing: steve harrington x f!reader
warnings?: nosebleed? jason?
read part one here
The day had finally arrived. Jason, alongside his jock friends, entered during the middle of your shift meaning you didn’t waste any time in calling Steve at Family Video to come visit, to ‘keep an eye on them.’ you said.
As Steve walked across the retail park to the diner you worked at, his mind moved 1000mph. He had spent the past week trying out different apologies to Robin, each ending with an elaborate way to ask you out but they all got the same response from his best friend, “Ew no. You can’t say that she’ll probably hate you more creep.” Therefore, even as he speedwalked over, he still had nothing, no flirty pick up line, no useful complement, nothing. It was like his mind went blank when it came to you. He snapped out of his thoughts as the sound of the bell on the door rang and you were alerted of his presence. He found himself with his jaw slack, previously when he visited you were sporting your own clothes on top of your uniform but now seeing you in a slightly baggy black polo, a apron hung lazily off your hips and jeans that were just tight enough that his mind yet again pulled a blank. “Hey Harrington” You nod a small smirk shooting towards the flustered boy, before he had time to respond you nodded towards a seat that was close to the bar.
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“Oh no, she does, she’s told me. Many times ‘fuck I hate that Steve Harrington kid’” Robin uses air quotes to do her best impression of you, but Max continues, “I mean she probably did but I don’t know if she still does I mean she was blushing when you gave her a paper towel.” “She wasn’t blushing,” Steve tries to redirect but can’t help the way his heart soars with the young girl’s words, “Was she blushing?” He asks the group
Steve, your mild insecurity is showing bby.<3 but again, such good exploration of Steve’s character!!! or at least how I have come to see him!!
TJJJJJ I LOVE U
u r so sweet 🥹🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

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a second chance
a/n: okay so i started a series, welcome to part 1! this is more of an introduction/setup for the rest of the series but y/n was kinda based on this post. hopefully posting part 2 later this week, let me know your thoughts and requests are still open - my prompt list can be found here. ily guys! also have a playlist for this series so let me know if you wanna hear it word count:3.4k(ish) requested?: no pairing: steve harrington x reader warnings?: um awkward steve, enemies, nancy slander (sorry not sorry) summary: you hate steve harrington. until you are forced to save hawkins together. then you don’t hate steve so much?
“Hi, I’m really sorry but we are closed now.” You smile at the customer in front of you, praying they would retaliate with the same kindness. However, that would be too easy, “Can’t you just make me a coffee? I just want a small one.” You grit your teeth trying not to let your customer service smile drop, “Unfortunately, everything’s shut down and I was literally just about to lock the doors.” The older gentleman who stands before you exaggeratedly sighs, “Well, you’ve just lost a customer. You should make your opening times WAY more clear.” He turns on his heel and leaves, ironically speeding past the door with your store’s opening time clearly printed on. Letting out an aspirated sigh, you continue cashing up - today feels like it has gone on forever. It had been a hot day in Hawkins so of course it felt like the whole population decided to flock to your place of work, a small and normally quiet coffee shop which conveniently also sells milkshakes - you had made a lot of milkshakes. As if God couldn’t give you a break, you hear the bell above the door ring again, assuming it’s the same guy coming back because he didn’t get his kick out of being rude and pouting to a teenage girl earlier therefore, without looking up you’re beginning to say “Look-” while simultaneously cursing him out in your head, yet before you manage any other words a voice you recognise calls out, “Gooooooood afternoon gorgeous!” Your best friend Eddie’s voice bellows across the store, “Hiya Eds, how are you?” You look up with a smile and a fond shake of your head, slightly surprised to find Eddie standing with others - who weren’t in his little DnD group. “Better now I’ve seen you.” Eddie shamelessly flirts but that’s just how your friendship worked, everything was strictly platonic but to an outside eye may not seem that way.
“Because,” Robin says cockily, “She hates you.” She says it as if it’s a fact everyone should know. Like, oh the grass is green, the sky is blue and Y/N Y/L/N hates Steve Harrington. Steve can’t help but whip his head back round to the passenger seat, “What? Why would she hate me? She doesn’t know me.” Robin tuts slightly, “Oh but Stevie,” She teases with a shit eating grin, “She does.” “Since when?” Steve shoots back, a part of him thinking Robin is just making this all up. “School you imbecile, she had the locker next to you and from that experience, she hates you.” A singsong tone covering her voice. It’s like everything clicks into place, he falls back into his seat, head thrown back as he groans, “Oh my god.” He mumbles before running both hands over his face, memories flooding back to him, you rolling your eyes everytime you tried to get to your locker, sighing and walking off when he was spending time with Nance, or mumbling curse words under your breath when you saw him heading towards his locker, “You’re right. She does hate me.”
Love this lil passage because I can so her Robin’s know-it-all tone and Steve being slow to realise why someone might hate him. And I like that it’s a totally reasonable reason to have a bit of a distaste for someone and sets a good premise for their interactions!!
u have all my love mwah 😘 take my kisses 😚
but you don’t like coffee?
a/n: just something to get me back into writing and rn i’m crushing so hard on steve harrington, maybe a future series? just some fluff lol, not my gif!
word count: 1k(ish)
requested?: no, requests are closed but ships are OPEN
pairing: steve harrington x reader
warnings?: usual stranger things vibes/warnings, steve being wholesome,
summary: mutual pinning between the scoops ahoy worker and the barista across the food court.
robin was sick and tired of watching steve stare at the new girl across the mall. ever since you started working at a cafe opposite scoops ahoy in the food court, steve had suddenly taken a new found enthusam for being on the front desk - and robin wasn’t stupid, she had noticed his ‘slightly creepy’ staring at the poor girl who she remembered from their shared timed in high school. what was also creeping robin out was the fact steve was now early to his shifts, steve was many things but early was not one of them. robin’s breaking point was when she picked up on the fact steve had stopped trying to hit on every teenage girl who entered a 5 foot radius.
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i love that he gets coffee even though he doesn’t like coffee
love
don’t mind me loitering on your masterlist here bby x
loiter all u want my love 🥹🥹🥹
i will b writing soon i promise
I wanna be yours
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Synopsis: You can’t figure out why Steve’s always ragging on the guys you like. (Steve wants to be your vacuum cleaner, breathing in your dust. He wants to be your Ford Cortina, he will never rust.)
Word count: 5.1K
Warnings: jealous Steve, cursing, entirely too much detail and one long, sweet kiss
a/n: (we’re going to pretend that Chrissy isn’t with Jason for the purposes of this fic, okay?)
The bell above the door to Family Video is rusted, burnt sienna with streaks of tired ochre and tarnish.
Having suffered through several, sweltering Indiana summers, it’s a wonder that it’s still able to chime at all. The clapper within it should have long since oxidised, coated with sticky humidity and wet heat.
It does, however, and you’re bathed in cool air as you enter the establishment. The sweat beading the back of your neck stills, and you huff a sigh of relief, sneakers hitting hardwood as you head for the counter.
Steve’s fiddling with the Fast Times display when you pass him.
“Do you ever do any work, Harrington?” You tease, slowing to a halt to greet him. The light catches his dreamy head of hair first, the brown in his irises as he looks up. It’s airbrushed gold, and transforms the deep hues into something softer, almost pastel.
“This is work,” Steve returns without missing a beat; he thoroughly enjoys your cat-and-mouse game, almost as much as he does you. “I’m analysing her bod — you know, in case someone asks me why they should rent the movie out. Need to be able to provide said patron with every, small detail — well, these two,” he gestures toward Phoebe Cates’ bikini top, “aren’t exactly small details, but —”
so cute 🫶
from the thing i reblogged from @contentconsumer that i sadly lost, here's a blurb about our dear boy eddie ft. books, theft, rock hard socks and domesticity
"hey watcha reading?"
you drop your book to your chest and look up to see eddie, coming back after another dnd campaign. he looks exhausted, and you wonder what he might have done to look so worn out after a campaign.
eddie stands in front of you by the end of the bed, throwing his leather jacket and vest aside, followed by the removal of his hellfire shirt thrown to the floor with the rest of his clothes. his tattoos greet you — brazen and hot.
"hey hey no!" you scold him, pointing at him. "pick those up. i just cleaned your room."
"but—"
"you don't know how many pretzel crumbs i saw all over this floor, eddie. and i swear i saw a pair of socks harder than a rock that started to smell and i had to throw it away," he laughs at you. "pick that up or i'm leaving."
"alright, ma'am," he bends over to pick his shirt up, horribly folding it and tossing it over to the table in front of his mirror. "now what are you reading?"
"i found this book beneath your bed," you tell him. eddie crawls over to you until he's hovering right above you. a finger pushes the book down until his face evades your eyesight; tired, but overwhelmingly pretty. without permission does he plant a soft kiss on your lips, but you don't mind.
"really? didn't know i had a book under there."
"figured. it's in really horrible condition," you laugh at him. he pecks your cheek, then your nose twice before kissing the creases on your forehead away. "jus' wanna know when you got this because this is lord of the rings, babe."
eddie leans inward and takes a glance of the worn out book with fold creases on every page, hardback almost torn apart by wandering rats. "oh, i got that back in middle school. i stole it."
"you stole it?"
"mhm, from the library," he moves back and slots himself between your legs, chin resting on your navel as his arms hug your legs on either side of his body. "i had a buzzcut back then though. and they've been looking for Mr. Belchin for years. they never found out who it truly was."
"ever the rebel," you run a hand through his hair, twirling a strand on your finger — one bearing the ring eddie gave to you a year ago as a token of promise. only removed during showers.
you start reading again, a hand on the book and a hand on his hair, only ever leaving it to flip the page. eddie's chin remains on your navel, except your shirt is tucked beneath your breasts and with your stomach exposed to him, he's drawing lethargic circles over your skin.
i- l-o-v-e- y-o-u
then he turns to rest his head on your right thigh, kissing the left absentmindedly almost as an act of reverence than risqué. eddie's quietly humming a song that's not metal — probably the one he's always heard in the radio when you both use your car than his van.
with his hands still massaging your thigh, he scoots upward to rest his head on your stomach so he's closer to you. his rings press coldly against your supple skin, but enjoy the feeling of silver on your thighs that eddie loves so much.
but when you stop touching his hair is when eddie's head pokes beneath the book, looking up at you with needy eyes that are wide like a begging puppy. you tilt your book to the side, raise a brow at him with a small grin. "yes?"
"why'd you stop?" he murmurs. eddie's on the verge of sleep, eyes drooping from tiredness. "keep going."
"alright, baby, i'm sorry," you bend forward to kiss his forehead, hand coming back to run your fingers down his hair. with all your dexterity do you untangle the knots in his unkempt curls, tugging ever so slightly but doesn't phase him a bit as it lulls him into a deep slumber.
the bare skin of his upper body is warm against yours, tattooed against the clear. eddie's deep breathing, the soft swish of the pages turning, and the faint sounds of noise from the outside calms you ever than before.
and with the presence of your lover beneath you, you find yourself falling asleep too, in a compromising position.
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meant to be working on my wip but instead drinking mimosas
me 🤝 sitting in front of a google doc with no thoughts
i may of bought the steve and robin family video funkos
working on the third part to a second chance 🫶🫶
haven’t finished at we are on 3k words, we’ve got a sleepover but reader is scared of thunder so i guess they’re gonna have to share a bed 😩😩😩
working on the third part to a second chance 🫶🫶

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Lovesick
Steve Harrington x fem!reader [1.6k] prompt: "I've never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time." Sick Steve, soft summer mornings and the promise of soup.
“I’ve never seen anyone look so cute and so ridiculous at the same time.”
Your words made Steve jump, the bed squeaking as he turned to face you with a delighted smile on his face. The tip of his nose was a little red, his cheeks flushed and his eyes looked tired, a little duller than normal but something in them sparked at the sight of you.
“Hey sweetheart,” he greeted, voice rough and scratchy, “missed you.”
You pouted at his sore throat, flushed at his words and you moved into the room, setting down your things on his desk before opening one of the windows a little for some much needed fresh air. Steve had been stuck in his bed for the best part of three days now, struck down with the flu despite protesting that he was fine.
It had taken him pushing himself into your side for a whole afternoon behind the counter of Family Video, shivers wracking his body as he tried to find warmth despite the Indiana summer outside, before he finally admitted defeat and went home early.
“I brought you some soup,” you told him in a gentle voice so you didn’t hurt his already sore head, “and some fresh orange juice, some snacks and more medicine.”
a second chance (ii)
a/n: part 2! sorry it’s not very long but i’m still tryna get the dynamic flowing but overwhelmed steve and comedic dialogue have my heart.
word count: 2.6k(ish)
requested?: no but requests are open and my prompt list can be found here
pairing: steve harrington x f!reader
warnings?: nosebleed? jason?
read part one here
The day had finally arrived. Jason, alongside his jock friends, entered during the middle of your shift meaning you didn’t waste any time in calling Steve at Family Video to come visit, to ‘keep an eye on them.’ you said.
As Steve walked across the retail park to the diner you worked at, his mind moved 1000mph. He had spent the past week trying out different apologies to Robin, each ending with an elaborate way to ask you out but they all got the same response from his best friend, “Ew no. You can’t say that she’ll probably hate you more creep.” Therefore, even as he speedwalked over, he still had nothing, no flirty pick up line, no useful complement, nothing. It was like his mind went blank when it came to you. He snapped out of his thoughts as the sound of the bell on the door rang and you were alerted of his presence. He found himself with his jaw slack, previously when he visited you were sporting your own clothes on top of your uniform but now seeing you in a slightly baggy black polo, a apron hung lazily off your hips and jeans that were just tight enough that his mind yet again pulled a blank. “Hey Harrington” You nod a small smirk shooting towards the flustered boy, before he had time to respond you nodded towards a seat that was close to the bar.