#first writing

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

wc: 822

summary: You and Eddie seem a bit too comfortable for Steve's liking. Robin calls Steve out on his feelings, but he denies it. Later, he lets his jealousy take over and he says the wrong thing and it hurts you. Steve finally understands what he wants, but is it too late?

contains: jealousy, messy feelings, cursing, no use of y/n, some angst, miscommunication? lmk if there is anything else i should add to this list!

evie speaks: hii this is my very first written out scenario so i hope you enjoy but do feel free to leave tips, feedback, and requests, thank you!

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Steve was staring at you. Hard.

Family Video was completely deserted of customers, almost. Besides Eddie Munson who was leaning against some VHS tapes in the horror section as he talked to you and made you smile a little too hard. As he so clearly flirted with you when you were supposed to be working and stocking the shelves back up.

And Steve didn't like it, not one bit.

"Just go confess your love for her already, Harrington." Robin mutters under her breath for only Steve to hear, causing him to break out of his stare and flinch away from the front counter, turning around to face Robin who was holding a stack of old VHS tapes.

Steve grimaces. "What the hell are you talking about?" His eyes not so secretly drifting back to you and Eddie as he awaits her response.

Robin scoffs. "Dude you've been giving Eddie the death stare for the last 20 minutes, you looked like you were about to explode. And I swear I didn't see you blink once." Robin pauses as her gaze softens, only a little, before saying, "You're clearly jealous and you just don't have the guts to admit it."

Steve groaned, frustrated almost. "Robin you can't just make stuff up like that, what if she heard you." He quickly glances at you before facing Robin again. "Okay look, she is my friend. That's it."

Robin just rolls her eyes. "Whatever, keep telling yourself that Steve." She sighs at him as she walks away with her VHS tapes.

𝜗ৎ𝜗ৎ𝜗ৎ𝜗ৎ𝜗ৎ

By closing time, Eddie and Robin have left, leaving you and Steve alone to lock up.

Normally, you and Steve would have some kind of banter or small talk going on but tonight it's oddly quiet.

You're unsure why, but then as you and Steve walk towards the exit together, you notice how his shoulders were tense, his jaw tight, and he looked like he was ready to punch something.

Right before reaching the doors, you stop. "Hey Steve..." you say softly. "Are you okay? You seem a bit off tonight."

"I'm fine" Steve snaps, not even glancing at you, but he must've seen the small look of surprise you gave him out of the corner of his eye because he sighed before saying, with less attitude, "I'm fine, just tired."

You know Steve well enough to tell that he's lying, that's why you pushed, just a little. "Are you sure? I feel like you've been acting a bit weird all shift. Was it something I did?" You didn't think you had done anything but your own overthinking and insecurities were getting to your head.

Steve finally turns toward you and snaps again. "I just don't get it. What's the deal with you and Eddie? And why the hell do you have to flirt with him throughout our entire shift, it's annoying."

Your stomach starts to twist but you ignore it. "Me and Eddie Munson? Flirt?" You laugh right in his face. "Me and Eddie are just friends, you know this Steve. Him and I have been friends since we were kids. Always will be."

Steve runs his hands through his hair. "Yeah... I should've known, well I do know. Guys like him don't really get with girls like you."

"What?" Your entire body froze. "What the hell is that supposed to mean Steve?"

His eyes widen and puts his hands out, almost reaching for you, as he realizes what he said didn't sound right, "Wait no that's not–"

"No you can just fuck off Steve" You say as your throat tightens a little and your eyes start to sting but you won't let him see you cry, especially over something so stupid. "I know I've never dated anyone and that I'm not your type, or probably anyone's type for that matter, but you don't get to act or say things like that."

He tries to speak, to explain that's not what he meant but you just ignore him. You look at him one last time before quickly walking out the doors and letting them slam shut behind you.

Steve doesn't move. He just stands there, thinking back on what he just did. "Fuck me," he groans, rubbing his hands over his face and then through his hair in frustration or maybe it's regret.

He hadn't meant to hurt you. He hadn't even meant to say those words, they just came out wrong. He just didn't want to admit that a girl as perfect as you deserves so much more, much more than himself or Eddie could ever give you.

Eddie. He thinks. It wasn't even really about him.

He realizes that Robin was right. He was jealous. Jealous that someone else had your attention, that someone else got to make you smile so hard that your face hurt.

Now it was Steve's turn for his throat to tighten. "What have I done?" He asks himself.

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Part 2?

this was my first time writing fanfiction so feedback and tips are greatly appreciated.

also my inbox and requests are open.

thank you so much for reading, i appreciate you!

Mattheo is angry after losing a quidditch match, so he decides to take it out on you

[Smut] Warnings:  Unprotected PinV sex (wrap before you tap gang), oral (f receiving), choking, rough-ish sex, makeout, hickeys, use of princess/baby/good girl/slut/sweetheart, praise/degradation, sorta edging?

1.2k words

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Because of development issues, he has problems with controlling his movements. It aches him right in the heart when he accidentally grips your hand slightly too much or nearly strangles you when hugging. You always reassure him, though, because you're such a great partner.

He'll obviously do all the manual labor, in addition, maybe he picked up some cooking skills from his family members. The only thing you have to take the lead in is cleaning. Thomy can be a bit of a hoarder, not wanting to lose things that are precious to him, so mostly anything of yours.

When you quarrel from time to time with Charlie, he is in clear distress - not wanting to anger the man, but also not betraying you. Though, if the situation escalates further enough, he will take up any sort of violence coming from his uncle. Just to protect you.

Thomas doesn't want you to wander around the fields of their property, because traps set up there might hurt you. Spending time with his uncles is also out of the game. That leaves you with him for most of the day.

If you enjoy sewing, he will gladly let you make another mask for him. He is completely aware that you don't like all the 'human parts' so you can stick with animal skin. Once he has one from you, it will be hard to take it off him.

Pairing: Jack abbot x gn!reader

Summary: youre at jack’s house on his day off watching his favourite film. A kiss pulls a sweet confession from both of your mouths.

Warnings: fluff and a teeny bit of angst, established relationship, reader is down BAD for Jack (he is just as down bad for reader dw), medical inaccuracies?, kissing, first i love you’s, readers self doubt, slight teasing, terribly written ending. wc: 1.1k

Notes: this is the first fic i have written in like 4 years, i have sat on this bad boy since i started watching the pitt a few months back. Hope you all like it, all feedback is welcome! divider by @anitalenia

getting to spend time with jack when you’re both free is rare so you soak these occasional moments up. right now is one of these moments. you’re in jack’s home on his day off cuddling with him on his large couch, while watching ‘Die Hard’, despite jack's protests that it's nowhere near christmas. you are both shortly after finishing a takeout seeing as neither of you wanted to cook, and you have situated yourself sitting across his lap with your head resting against his chest.

Babies name?!

Context: domestic fluff, mentioned: baby, kiss, age gap (not specific).

Oh my god, this is my very first written fanfic, and I’m honestly so nervous posting it. I really hope anyone who reads it enjoys it. Sorry it’s so short, I have a lot more sitting in my drafts, I’m just a little scared to share it (for now). 😭💕💕💕

They were tangled together on the bed in that lazy, end-of-day way, legs overlapping, pillows crooked, the room lit only by the warm spill of a lamp on the nightstand. He lay on his back, one arm stretched above his head, scrolling through Instagram with half-focus. She was beside him on her stomach, laptop open, tabs multiplying like she had no intention of stopping.

Every few seconds she’d hum, or gasp quietly, or mutter 'oh wait this one’s cute.'

He glanced over. “You’re shopping like it’s a competitive sport.”

“It is,” she said seriously. Then she turned the screen toward him. “Okay. Be honest. Would you wear this? Like, daily. Besides your band T-shirts.”

He leaned over, squinting, hair falling into his eyes. He studied it longer than she expected.

“I love the color,” he said finally. Purple. Black. White.

Her face lit up. “I knew it.”

She scrolled again, faster now, confidence unlocked. “And these, carpenter jeans. Tell me they wouldn’t look sooo goooddd and hawt on you.”

The way she said hot came out all wrong, stretched and breathy and absolutely unintentional.

Then he paused, frowning slightly, thinking. “What do you young people call it?”

She looked at him, already laughing. “What young people?”

He pointed at the screen, nodding like he had it. “That one. Oh, interest boyfriend?!”

She lost it, laughter spilling out of her as she fell back against the pillows. “Pinterest boyfriend,” she corrected, still smiling too big.

“Oh,” he said, pretending to absorb the information seriously. “That sounds dangerous.”

He shook his head, smiling to himself, thumb still idly moving on his phone. For a moment it was just that, fabric, colors, the quiet intimacy of existing side by side.

Then, without looking up, she said, far too casually,

“Soooo… if we have babies,...”

He stopped scrolling and turned his head. “Babies?” he repeated. “Plural?”

She looked at him, offended. “Sir, you interrupted me in the middle of my sentence.”

He raised his hands slightly, surrendering, amused. “Sorry. Please keep going.”

She took a breath, suddenly more serious, eyes fixed somewhere past the screen. “Yeah. Maybe two. Or three.” She shrugged, but there was weight behind it. “I’m fine with it as long as I’m with you forever.”

That did something to him. He shifted onto his side, phone forgotten now, watching her carefully.

“I was an only child,” she continued. “It’s boring. You don’t have someone to play with. Or argue with. Or make up with after.” She smiled softly, almost to herself. “So yeah. More than one.”

He nodded slowly. “Okay,” he said. “Keep going, ma’am.”

She laughed under her breath, then tilted her head. “So. Names.”

He groaned happily. “Oh, we’re really doing this.”

“Boy or girl,” she said. “Do they have to be Latino names or what?”

He didn’t even hesitate. “I mean… I’d like that.”

She rolled her eyes affectionately. “Of course you would.”

“For a boy,” he said, already warming to it, “maybe Mathias.” He tasted the name. “Or Mateo. Lucas. Andrés.”

She watched him, melting a little, because his voice changed when he said them, softer, fuller, like he was already carrying something precious.

“And if it’s a girl...” He paused, smiling like this was his favorite part. “Lucía. Sofía. Valentina.”

Her entire body reacted before she could stop it. She groaned and flopped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. “You cannot say girl names like that.”

He propped himself up on one elbow, genuinely confused. “Like what?”

“Like you’re already in love with them,” she said, laughing, overwhelmed. “It’s illegal.”

He leaned over and kissed her temple, slow and sure. “I probably would be.”

Her chest tightened. She turned to look at him, smile small but real. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “I know.”

But he wasn’t done.

“Camila,” he added thoughtfully.

“Isabela.”

“And maybe María, no, wait," he corrected himself, and she broke into a wide smile, "...María Elena.”

She burst out laughing, rolling toward him and slapping a hand over his mouth. “You stop. You’re done. No more.”

He laughed into her palm, eyes crinkling, then kissed the center of her hand, slow and deliberate, just to make her laugh harder. She dropped her forehead to his shoulder, still giggling.

“You’re doing it on purpose,” she accused.

He gently pulled her hand away. “You don’t like it?”

“I like it too much,” she said.

He opened his mouth, clearly about to add another name.

She kissed him before he could lean in, quick and certain, as if afraid she’d lose her nerve. His breath caught.

Pedro followed her instinctively, tilting his head, letting the kiss linger just long enough for want to show. His tongue brushed the seam of her lips, not pushing, just asking. She answered with a soft bite to his bottom lip, gentle but deliberate, a warning disguised as affection.

It pulled a smile from him, slow and helpless, like he already knew this was as far as they were allowed to go, and that made it worse.

He smiled into the kiss, one hand sliding to her waist, grounding her there. When they pulled back, his forehead rested against hers.

“Okay,” he said, breath warm against her skin. “I’ll behave.”

She smiled, eyes bright. “Thank you.”

“For now,” he added.

She laughed and kissed him again just to be safe, her macbook still open, shopping cart abandoned, both of them perfectly content letting the future stay right there between them, imagined and glowing, unrushed.

"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤, 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚, 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚."

Mike Wheeler x fem!reader

Summary; Mike Wheeler was not a patient man, everyone knew that, but when you are put in a coma, he waits by your side every single day. Playing your favorite song or talking to you, in hopes of you waking up one day.

warnings: reader is set to be female but mostly gender neutral, some angst(?), and probably a lot of bad writing..

Track 2

𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙖, 1987.

Ever since the night you fell into a coma, Mike had stayed by your side, a lot. The nurses were used to it. They were used to his signature being on the sign in sheet, they were used to the same song playing on repeat, 𝘜𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 - 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘑𝘰𝘦𝘭.

It was your favorite song, the one that had meant to save you from Vecna, it almost had, but then your headphones had broken. Mike’s favorite thing to do was talk to you about his day, he would sit by your hospital bed, your hand in his.

He would talk about anything and everything, how Max and Lucas kept breaking up and getting back together, how Hawkins was now under military control, how Eleven was training hard, etc.

He would spend hours talking to you, until it was time to go home, he would reluctantly leave, sometimes it was hard for him to leave. And when he got home, he would stare at a picture of you. It was his favorite one, one he kept in his wallet.

It had been a picture from one of your dates, he had taken it without you noticing. You were smiling so brightly, happily, the sun glowing down on you, your eyes formed into half crescent moons. He could look at the picture for hours without getting bored.

Although, it was difficult for Mike to continue with his daily routines when the love of his life was in a coma. And the knowledge that Vecna was alive made him nervous. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘣? Mike always always overthought it.

He just had a lot of trepidation that something bad would happen to you, and he would feel guilty if he couldn’t save you a second time. He blames himself for you being in a coma, even if it was not his fault that your headphones had broken.

Even if you had been saved, that would have meant that someone else would’ve been Vecna’s target. Eleven also felt guilty that she had not been able to save you, but it was not their fault.

Mike had every reason to be worried about Vecna striking again, they had all been on edge. Even more since the military had put them under solitary quarantine, nobody could leave town, or enter it. Not without access.

But of course, the gang was always planning, and always watching. With the help of Murray, they could plan crawls. They only had to be careful, and Hopper and Eleven were in hiding since the military was looking for Eleven.

But, reality couldn’t be further from the truth. You had not only been in a coma, but for two years, you have been stuck in the mind of the very person who put you in the coma. Henry Creel. You were stuck in his memories.

You had been there for two years, with not way of escaping at all. Or so you believed, in reality, you had been waiting for a sort of escape route, any escape route would work, as long as you got out and went back to your real life.

Away from the madness of this cave. And your escape came in the form of Holly Wheeler, your boyfriend’s younger sister. You had seen her when you had gone for a walk, to try finding an escape, and that’s when you saw her.

Holly, she was standing in the steps of the Creel house, Henry had been leaving. This gave you a chance, to get Holly safely and to get her out of the grasp of that monster. You had always hated Henry, and seeing him tricking Holly, a young girl you had grown up seeing, made you angry.

What did Henry want with her? And why was he acting so trusting? Questions lingered in your mind, and all that mattered was making sure Holly never got hurt. You needed to protect her, to get her out and to safety. You had to.

You have been protected from monsters and nightmares, by your parents, by Steve, by Nancy, by Eleven and Hopper. Now it was your turn to save Holly, to save her and get her to safety. It only a matter of time before Vecna earned her full trust.

But you could use that to your advantage, use it to lure Holly out of the Creel house, to help her and yourself escape from this hellhole of a nightmare. For both of you to return to your lives and families, for you to return to Mike.

For now, you let Holly settle in, advising a plan in the cave you’ve made your own. It would be a quick and easy process, get Holly to believe Henry was in danger and talk to her in the woods. The problem was; how do you get Holly to fully trust you?

It was easier said then done.

a/n; this is my first fanfic, or attempt at one, I know they don’t have much dialogue, but I am working on it! I do take criticism and any suggestions or advice. I mostly read fanfics, and since I had an idea I decided to write one, hopefully it’s good !!

CW: None (SFW)

a/n: pretty short since this is my first actual post + i already had most of these in my notes.