#sunshinehollandd writing

[sunshinesteviee]

call it what you want - s.h.

summary: you find yourself on the edge of friendship and something more with steve at a halloween party. for @sparklingsin's spookinktober writing challenge with the prompt "quick, switch costumes with me!" wc: 8.1k wtf warnings: friends to lovers. alcohol consumption. smut!!! 18+!!! f!reader. a/n: this is the longest thing i've ever written and it killed me lol i hope y'all like it. feedback is much appreciated! love u sm. also huge shoutout to @sparklingsin and @familyvideostevie for reading this and helping me out and listening to me complain about this gd fic for weeks i love u so much thanks for putting up w me

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Parties weren’t Steve’s thing. Not anymore, anyway. And Halloween parties in particular were definitely crossed off the list, especially after everything that had happened with Nancy a few years ago. He was over Nancy, they were even friends now, but something about the idea of going to another Halloween party stirred up a sick feeling in Steve’s stomach that he wanted to run from. Somehow, though, Robin had managed to convince him that it would be fun. 

Really, it hadn’t taken much convincing on Robin’s part — all she had to do was mention you, and Steve was in, though he’d never admit that to her. It was stupid, she thought, the way the two of you were constantly pining for each other, but refusing to do anything about it. She’d heard enough lovesick complaints from her best friends, and decided she’d take it into her own hands. And Halloween seemed like the perfect opportunity. She wasn’t quite sure how yet, but she was sure the night would end at the very least with confessions. She’d make sure of it. 

And so, Steve was two drinks deep in a crowded house, filled with more regret than beer. Robin had somehow disappeared after one drink, Eddie was nowhere in sight, and he still had yet to see you. Maybe you’d decided not to come. If so, the whole night would be a waste. He hadn’t missed parties one bit. The stuffy, crowded rooms filled with sweaty bodies pressed against each other as music pounded in his ears, pulsing lights making his head throb. 

It didn’t used to be so bad. He used to be the keg king, down shot after shot, maybe get lucky, and still wake up the next day more or less fine. Now, two drinks usually did him in, and he didn’t always like the feeling of being drunk. Of being out of control. To be fair, he’d taken quite a few beatings that had definitely fucked with his head since he’d last been to a proper party. But parties just weren’t enjoyable anymore. Especially when all of his friends had disappeared, and he didn’t know anyone surrounding him. 

Tipping the last of his drink into his mouth, Steve crushed the red plastic cup in his hand and tossed it into the trash can nearby that was already almost overflowing. A familiar laugh sounded behind him, a sweet sound above the loud bass, “Whoa there, champ. How many drinks have you had?!”

Steve already had a smile on his face as he turned around, and his jaw nearly hit the floor at the sight of you. You hadn’t ditched. And better yet, you looked fucking gorgeous. He let out an adoring laugh, eyebrows furrowing together, forehead wrinkling as he asked, “Champ?”

“Your costume, silly,” you nodded towards his outfit as you reached out, placing your warm palm against his bicep. Without thinking, Steve leaned into your touch, stepping in closer to you, his hand grazing your hip slightly. 

Since it had been a last-minute decision, and since he wasn’t fond of Halloween anyways, Steve had decided to pull his baseball uniform from high school out of his closet. It fit a little tighter than it used to, but would work well enough for one night. The ugly green and orange baseball jersey was tucked into a pair of baseball pants, and he’d even tucked his wild hair underneath a Hawkins high baseball hat. Steve’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, the soft pink obvious on his pale skin, even in the dim lighting of the house. “Oh, right. Yeah, I think I kinda… knocked it out of the park with this one.”

The snort that left your mouth had Steve smiling again as you clapped a hand over your mouth, “Oh my god. That was fucking awful, Steve. It does look good, though. Can’t believe you’d ruin all of your pretty hair under that hat.”

Steve flushed again, a common occurrence that he couldn’t help when he was around you, and shrugged, “What can I say? I’m dedicated to the costume. I like your costume, too, by the way; you look nice.”

Your eyes lit up at his compliment as you bounced on the balls of your feet nervously, “Yeah? Thanks, Stevie.” You were wearing a short shirt that had “Camp Crystal Lake” printed across the chest, with a picture of a lake underneath it, and a pair of red shorts that were also nearly too short; you were a counselor from one of your favorite horror movies, Friday the 13th. Quite frankly, the costume fit you perfectly, accentuating all of your best features, and you weren’t oblivious to the way his eyes had caught on you when he’d first turned around. 

“Yeah! That’s a great movie.”

“I thought you didn’t like horror movies?” you questioned, a teasing tone lacing your words. You and Eddie had had to convince him more than once to watch a horror movie on one of your movie nights, and he usually hid underneath a blanket for more than half the movie. 

“Well, no,” Steve huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he narrowed his eyes at you, “But I’ve seen that one, and it wasn’t bad. Do you want a drink?"

When you quickly agreed, Steve’s hand left your back as he pulled back from you. Before you could mourn the warmth of his hand on your skin, though, his hand was reaching toward yours. “C’mon then, babe.”

Without a second thought, your hand slipped into his, fingers slotting together easily. Steve started pulling you through the crowd, weaving between bodies skillfully. The grip he had on your hand, though gentle, was firm, as if you’d be lost forever if he let go. As if the crowds of people would swallow you whole and carry you away from him. He glanced back a few times to make sure you were alright, flashing you a small smile every single time his eyes caught yours. 

The alcohol was finally starting to hit Steve, making him feel a bit lighter, though maybe it was just from being near you. Your hand in his was enough to make him feel tipsy. To have him questioning if it was real. He definitely didn’t need to have another drink, not if you were going to be holding his hand like your life depended on it. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, to be close to you, but the alcohol had his senses dialed up. Steve knew that if he wasn’t careful, he might let his real feelings for you slip, and he didn’t want to risk the friendship you had. 

Steve shook his head in an attempt to clear it, though the alcohol was making it a bit difficult, and refocused back on you. He gave you a lopsided smile, working to untangle his fingers from yours, “Whaddya want, cutie? Punch? I had two cups and it’s kinda strong because I’m definitely starting to feel it, and—”

“I’ll have punch!” You’d listen to him ramble for hours, but the kitchen was even more packed than the room you’d just been in. You didn’t see Steve drunk, or even tipsy, often, and you adored the way his face flushed red and he started rambling. He’d clearly had just enough to have him feeling good, not enough to tip him over the edge, and it was endearing the way he seemed to let go a little bit. 

Not wanting to be away from your side for too long, Steve hurried across the kitchen to get a cup and fill it with punch for you. He pushed by a few people on his way back, trying to be gentler than the asshole who had pushed you, and frowned as some of the drink spilled over the edge of the cup and ran down his fingers. The pout was still on his lips as he approached you, holding the cup out, “Sorry, didn’t mean to spill it. Here you go, babe.” 

Taking the cup from him carefully, you smiled gratefully, glad that you hadn’t been the one to cross the kitchen, “Thanks, Stevie. You didn’t get one for yourself?”

“Nah, if I have more I’ll be suffering tomorrow,” he replied. As he talked, Steve lifted his hand that was now covered in the sticky punch, and slipped one of his fingers into his mouth to clean it off. Heat rushed to your cheeks and you stared in disbelief as Steve did it again with another finger. This time, he caught the look on your face and his own eyes went wide as he stared at you in confusion, completely oblivious, “What?”

You nearly choked on your drink, and you quickly shook your head, turning away from Steve so he wouldn’t see the reaction you were having. There was no doubt you were attracted to Steve — how could you not be? He was kind and funny and brave, and treated you better than anyone else ever had. The problem was, he wasn’t your boyfriend, and you were fairly certain he had no intention of that. He was a nice guy to everyone.  Just because he called you babe or cutie from time to time, and held your hand or shared blankets with you… that didn’t mean he was interested, and you’d done your best to shove those feelings down. You didn’t want to lose Steve’s friendship above all else, so if you had to pretend your feelings for him were strictly platonic, you could do that. But watching him lick his fingers clean sparked something in your stomach, and made your face feel hot. To be fair, you had already downed a shot with Nancy while the two of you were getting ready, so maybe you could just blame the way your thighs clenched on the alcohol. 

Instead of responding, you downed half the cup of punch just in time for Steve to look back at you, a grin breaking out on his face as he chanted teasingly, “Chug, chug, chug!” 

You nearly choked again, this time as you laughed, sputtering some of the red liquid out of your mouth, “Steve!” You wiped the back of your hand across your mouth to catch the drops sliding down your chin with a giggle, “Stop itttt.”

“Hey!” Steve’s pout matched yours, eyes narrowing at you, bottom lip pushing out, “How come you can tease me when I’m drinking but I can’t tease you?”

Your eyes may have lingered too long on Steve’s lips as he pouted, but he didn’t notice with the way he was unabashedly returning the favor as your tongue darted out to catch the last of the punch that had spilled past your lips. You wondered what his lips would feel like against yours. If they were as soft as they looked. If he was as good a kisser as the girls from high school claimed. You shook your head, desperately trying to focus so you could answer Steve’s question instead of gawk at him, “No, it’s not allowed.” 

Steve laughed hysterically as his arms wrapped over your shoulders so he could pull you into him. He got even more affectionate than normal when he’d had some alcohol. Pressing his lips to your hair, he shook his head, but was totally sincere as he replied, “Okay, fine! I’ll never make fun of you again, cutie. Promise.  Should we find Robin? Or maybe Nancy and Jonathan?” 

His words had you feeling like you were on fire once more, but you quickly agreed, needing to find someone else to get your mind off of Steve. To think of something other than SteveSteveSteveSteve. Your cheek pressed into the rough fabric of the jersey he was wearing, and you nodded against his chest, “Yeah, let’s go find them.” 

“Wait,” he paused, fingers wrapping around your arm as you tried to pull away from his grasp, “you still have…” His sentence trailed off as he licked the pad of his thumb before placing his free hand against your cheek, fingers slipping into the hair just behind your ear. His thumb pressed to your chin, rubbing across your skin carefully in an attempt to get rid of the last of the punch that you’d spilled. Steve’s hand slid down, fingers hooking underneath your chin as his thumb dragged down, pulling on your bottom lip slightly, and you thought for a moment that he was going to kiss you then and there, his eyes flashing with something you hadn’t seen in them before. But as quickly as it came, it disappeared, and Steve was back to his tipsy, bubbly self, “Got it!”

You felt absolutely breathless, frozen in place as Steve pulled away searching the crowd for anyone he recognized. “You coming or what, babe?” 

“I, uh–” you shook your head to clear it and moved towards Steve, “Yeah, ‘m coming.” 

Finding Robin seemed to be a lost cause, but Nancy and Jonathan had been easy to find, talking to some of Nancy’s friends from high school, drinks in hand. And after talking for a bit, it didn’t take much to pull your friends away to dance with you. You immediately grabbed Steve, feeling bolder than you normally would be, and pulled him into you, chest to chest. 

Steve’s heart thudded in his chest as his hands grabbed at your hips at the same time, fingers pressing lightly into the soft skin there as you swayed to the music. Had he been sober and more aware of what he was really doing, he probably would’ve been much more flustered with the way you were pressed up against him. And, had he been sober, he would’ve seen the look Nancy and Jonathan were exchanging knowingly, with Nancy in on Robin’s plan. 

–

Robin found you a bit later, the sound of your name being called over the music was enough to get your attention, and you quickly stopped dancing next to Nancy to search the crowd of people surrounding you. It wasn’t hard to find Robin, who was already pretty tall and was wearing heels for her costume. You grinned at her, throwing your arms out to her for a hug as you shrieked her name, “Robin!”

“Hey, hot stuff!” she replied, wrapping you up in her arms, careful of the drink in her hand, “Where have you beeeen? I’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

You scoffed, “Stevie and I have been dancing. Thought maybe you weren’t here,” you said, pushing your bottom lip out into a pout. 

“I am! I have been the whole time!” she laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world, “I’m glad I found you! We’re gonna play a game!” She paused and turned to point at Steve who had been watching the two of you, “You too, dingus! You’re gonna play, too.”

“What? No, Robin, I don’t—”

“Please, Stevie?” you asked, cutting him off with wide, pleading eyes, even though you had no idea what the game actually was, or who you’d be playing with. 

The alcohol Steve had consumed was now starting to wear off, while it seemed like it was in full swing for you. Had Robin shown up half an hour ago while he was still feeling tipsy, and was actually dancing with you, he would’ve agreed no problem. Now, as he started to think a bit more clearly, he knew that Robin’s drunk ideas usually weren’t her best, and at the very least, he’d make sure you all didn’t get into too much trouble. And, as always, he couldn’t say no to the look you were giving him. “Okay, okay, fine! I’ll play.”

Reaching out to close the distance between the two of you, your fingers curled around Steve’s bicep to pull him closer. You were giving him the brightest smile he’d ever seen as you leaned into his side, “Yay! C’mon, Harrington.”

The smile that pulled at Steve’s lips was involuntary as your hand pushed down his arm and into his own hand, tugging him behind you as you followed Robin through the house, back to the other side where she’d been beforehand with a few other friends. They weren’t really people you knew – mostly Robin’s friends from band, and Eddie and a few of his friends – but you weren’t going to let that stop you from having fun. 

“Okay!” Robin clapped her hands, drawing the attention of the small group, “Everyone stand up, get in a circle. We’re playing a new game!” 

“What game is it?” Eddie grumbled, ever the contrarian, though he was getting to his feet to do as Robin said. 

Steve had also reluctantly joined the circle, standing at one of Robin’s sides, arms crossed over his chest as he waited impatiently for her to explain what was going on. You couldn’t help but giggle at his sullen expression as you glanced at him from the other side of your friend standing between the two of you. Your laugh caught his attention, and he cracked a smile as he glanced over Robin to look at you, eyebrows furrowing together as if he was asking “What’s so funny?”

You shook your head, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth with a smile as you quickly glanced away, trying to focus on what Robin was saying. Only after you’d listen to half of the “rules” did you realize that this was some kind of speed costume changing game, and you groaned, feeling a bit too tipsy for trying to change quickly. Not only that, but this felt like a game that some boy in high school had come up with in hopes to see the girl he liked half naked. 

“On the count of three, find someone that you want to change costumes with, and then we’ll time everyone! One… two… three!” 

You’d been counting on switching with Robin, considering she was right next to you, and you could probably get into at least some of her clothes. Steve had a similar idea – who else was he going to switch with when he’d already shared clothes with her before? – and turned in her direction. Robin, on the other hand, had a different idea, pointing aggressively at Nancy who was across the circle from her, “Nance! You’re my partner!” She quickly stepped out from between you and Steve and darted over to Nancy without letting her respond. 

At the same time, both you and Steve groaned in frustration, “Robin!” She all but cackled, an evil grin on her face that you knew meant this had been her plan all along. You’d told her about your feelings for Steve, but you never expected her to use that information against you.  

Still, you turned to Steve with a grin, hooking your arm through his to pull him closer to you, “Guess you’re my partner, Harrington! No backing out now!” 

As soon as he realized that partners were being shoved in one of the closets one at a time to change as fast as possible, Steve wished desperately that he could back out. His face burned at just the thought of being in a confined space with you while you took off your clothes. He didn’t have long to think about it, though, as after two other pairs were timed, Robin quickly pushed the two of you in, closing the door behind you and plunging you into complete darkness, except for the small sliver from under the door. 

You and Steve weren’t strangers to being close to one another, but this felt like a new level of intimacy, and Steve didn’t know what to do. His heart was pounding in his ears, so loud he was worried you’d be able to hear it, too, considering how close you were. It didn’t seem to affect you as much, though maybe that was just the alcohol, and you giggled with an urgent whisper, “Quick! Switch costumes with me, Steve! I don’t wanna lose!” With that, you pulled your shirt over your head, nearly elbowing Steve in the face with how fast you were moving. Steve immediately averted his eyes to the dark ceiling, wanting to be a gentleman, though he’d be lying if he said he’d never thought about you shirtless. 

Frustrated with how slow he was moving, you gave his shoulder a weak push, “C’mon, Stevie!”

Steve huffed, amused with how badly you wanted to win, even though he knew it wasn’t going to happen, “Okay, I’m going!” He started unbuttoning the baseball jersey as fast as he could as you started to shove your shorts down your legs, and suddenly his buttons became a lot more interesting, fingers fumbling with the small pieces of plastic. The closet felt scorching hot as he shrugged off the jersey and quickly pulled the  plain white tee he was wearing underneath off as well, shoving it in your direction. “Jesus, babe. Here.”

The shirt you’d been wearing had been quickly dropped to the floor as you pulled Steve’s shirt over your head, immediately engulfed in his scent. He always smelled nice, and this shirt was no exception. As much as you wanted to hug yourself and breathe in Steve’s comforting scent, you also wanted to win, and slipped the jersey on, motioning for Steve to take his pants off next. Your voice was frantic when you spoke again, “Pants! Give ‘em to me!”

The giggling from his friends outside the door was distracting to Steve as he thought of ways he could get back at Robin for this. It was torture, really, being shoved into a small space with the girl he liked while they undressed, but in a situation where he couldn’t touch her without seeming like a perv. He was only snapped out of his thoughts when your hands reached out towards his waist, going for the button on his pants. There was no way he could let that happen, and pushed your hands away, all but shouting, “I got it!”

He quickly shimmied out of his pants and traded them with you for the tiny shorts you’d been wearing. Groaning internally, Steve pulled them up his legs and knew immediately that he looked ridiculous. They barely fit over his thighs, and his ass was nearly hanging out. It was bordering on completely inappropriate to be wearing in public; he might as well just be wearing his boxers with how little it left to the imagination. “These do not fit.”

Just then, you stumbled forward as you tried to get Steve’s baseball pants on, hand catching on his chest for the second time that evening. His hand shot out as if on instinct, grasping at the bare skin of your hip to steady you, even though there wasn’t really any place for you to go. You were giggling like a maniac, breathless as you murmured a thanks and pulled the pants up all the way. It was only as you buttoned the pants that you realized your shirt had dropped on the ground, and you grabbed it, shoving it into his hands, failing at your horrible attempt to avoid looking at his bare chest, “Last one!”

Steve stared at the fabric in his hands skeptically; the shirt was already short on you, there was no way this wasn’t going to be the most extreme crop top anyone had ever seen on him, “I don’t wanna rip it!”

“You won’t!” you reassured him, “‘s okay if you do, anyway. ‘M never gonna wear it again.”

Letting out what was possibly the most dramatic sigh you’d ever heard, Steve pulled your shirt over his head. The fabric stretched around his arms and chest, the hem falling just below his pecs. His entire stomach was exposed, and while it wasn’t exactly what he’d prepared for that night, the smile on your face in the dark made it worth it. 

As your hand reached for the doorknob, Steve realized you were missing one last piece of his costume, “Wait! Can't forget this.” He lifted his hat off of his head and placed it on yours carefully, running his hand through his hair, “Okay, we’re good.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest as he placed his hat on your head, and you nearly dropped everything to kiss him then and there, but the sound of someone laughing outside the door caught your attention. You gave Steve a grin and then pushed the door open, nearly falling over yourself as you shouted, “We’re done! Did we win?!”

Steve’s hand was at your hip again to steady you as he followed you out. He finally felt like he could breathe again. The whole thing couldn’t have taken more than a few minutes, but it felt like he’d spent a lifetime in the closet with you. So close, but so far. 

So wrapped up in his own thoughts, Steve missed everything you and Robin were discussing, until there was a loud wolf whistle from someone else in the group, “Damn, Harrington! Who knew you had all that ass!”

 Without even glancing in the direction of the noise, Steve knew who it was. He flipped his middle finger up but grinned at his friend, “Fuck off, Munson!”

You let out a laugh as you turned to Steve to say something, but you felt like all of the air had been sucked out of your lungs when you finally properly saw Steve. It’d been too dark in the closet to really see what your clothes looked like on Steve, so you were surprised to see how little of your costume actually covered him. His biceps, stomach, and legs were on full display, and somehow, it still wasn’t enough. Your eyes caught on his arms, the small moles and freckles that covered his stomach, and then, the trail of dark hair that disappeared into the waistband of the much-too-short shorts. 

Robin, who was standing next to you, nudged your shoulder, a smirk evident on her face. Her plan was working. You were short-circuiting. Even though your head was feeling less fuzzy due to the alcohol, you might as well have been drunk on Steve. You watched for a few seconds as he found space on the couch to sit down, his cheeks flushed a light pink, and then turned to your friend. 

“Robin!” you hissed her name, grabbing at her elbow to pull her closer to you. You gave her the most menacing glare you could muster, but before you could say anything else, she let out a low giggle. 

She looked quite pleased with herself, leaning in and whispering loudly, “Did anything happen in there?” 

“No! How would that even be possible?” you asked, laughing a little yourself at her ridiculousness. 

“Dunno, but a girl’s gotta try. Still have the rest of the night to make something happen.” 

As much as you didn’t want to give in to Robin’s hand, you were starting to realize that if she was trying this hard to get something to happen between you and Steve, it probably meant that Steve felt something for you too. You narrowed your eyes at her and then huffed, all but stomping away in search of Steve. If something was going to happen, it had to happen before you lost the confidence. 

He was still sitting on the couch, chatting with Eddie, but quickly looked up as you walked over, eyebrows furrowed in concern at your seriousness, “Are you okay?”

“Will you come with me?” you asked instead of answering his question, holding your hand out to him. 

“Yeah, of course,” he replied, still confused, but took your hand in his and stood up, allowing you to lead him away. You weaved in and out of people, trudging up the stairs to find a quieter place to talk. 

When you finally found an empty bathroom, you flicked on the lights and pulled Steve inside, shutting and locking the door behind you so no one would bother you. The music from downstairs had quieted to a dull thud and suddenly the idea of confessing your feelings felt much more daunting in the harsh light of the bathroom. You quickly turned away from Steve to try to take a deep breath, wringing your hands. Steve watched in concern, reaching a hand out to rest on your forearm gently, “Hey, what’s going on? Are you okay? Did something happen?” 

You were just going to have to go for it. Turning around quickly to face him again, you started rambling, “I don’t really know how to say this, so I think I just have to jump into the fucking deep end and say it. Especially since Robin’s getting on my nerves with all of the scheming and smug smiles, which I’m sure you’ve noticed, but if I’m reading this wrong, I’m really sorry, we can just pretend it never happened, and–”

“Say what, babe?” Steve interrupted, shaking his head which caused his hair to bounce slightly, “You’re worrying me.” 

“I really like you, Steve. A lot.”

It was silent for a moment, and you couldn’t tell what Steve was thinking with the way he was staring at you so intently, nearly scrutinizing. Your heart began pounding in your chest, worried that you had read the entire situation wrong. His arms crossed over his chest and he let out a soft sigh, “You’re drunk.” 

“I’m not!” you insisted quickly, shaking your head vehemently, “Maybe the tiniest bit tipsy, but mostly sober, I swear. I’m– I’m serious, Steve. I just… I thought maybe Robin had a point? And honestly, you look so fucking good in those shorts, and I–”

You were cut off as Steve surged forward, one hand moving to cup the back of your head, the other grabbing at your hip to pull your body into his. Before you could process what was happening, Steve’s lips were on yours and he was kissing you desperately. Your hands struggled to find purchase as they landed on his shoulders and you kissed him back, hardly able to believe that this was actually happening. That you were kissing Steve. But just as soon as you’d started to wrap your head around it, Steve pulled back, eyes wide, chest heaving. 

“You don’t…” he stopped himself and shook his head as he looked down at the floor for a moment before looking up to you, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that. How long I’ve liked you.”  His hand that had grabbed at your side flattened as he smoothed over the fabric of the baseball pants, his gaze dropping down to the floor again bashfully. 

“Are you drunk?” you asked in disbelief. 

Steve laughed, a soft and amused sound, as he shook his head and repeated your earlier sentiment, “No. Just barely tipsy, almost completely sober. I feel sober now.” 

The kiss had sobered you up, too. Your hands slid down from his shoulders, palms resting flat against his chest as you tilted your head up so you could see him clearly. You could count each individual eyelash if you wanted. Count each and every freckle on his face. But all you really wanted was to kiss him. 

Your lips met his again as you pushed your chin up, fingers curling into the fabric of the shirt as Steve sighed into your mouth. Both of his hands dropped to your waist, pressing against your body gently until the small of your back bumped into the counter behind you. He squeezed your waist again as he murmured against your lips, “Up.” 

You jumped just enough as he helped to lift you onto the counter. His palms grasped at your thighs, fingers digging into the softness there as he stepped into the space between your legs. Once his lips were back on yours, his hands dropped down to your ass and pulled you forward on the counter easily. The feeling made you gasp; your shorts on him left little to the imagination with how you were pressed against him, “Steve.” Your own hands slid down from where they were resting against his chest and pushed against the soft lines of his abdomen, feeling up towards the tiny shirt on him.

“Mm?” he hummed, distracted by the feeling of your hands on his skin. His lips trailed along your jaw, nipping at your skin softly. 

“Want you,” you breathed out, eyes fluttering shut momentarily at the feeling of his lips on your neck. 

This caught Steve’s attention and his eyes lit up at your admission, “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded quickly, cheeks filling with heat as you recalled the moment earlier in the evening when Steve had licked the spilled punch off of his fingers, “Want… want your fingers.”  

“Shit, okay, babe. Just let me…” he trailed off as his fingers hooked into the waistband of the baseball pants. You lifted your hips to help, letting him drag the fabric down your legs and drop them to the floor. Steve’s eyes caught on the wet spot in the center of your underwear and he cursed softly as his hands slid back up your legs, thumbs sliding up the inside of your thighs. A smirk was growing on his lips, “Y’already so wet, baby.” 

You let out a soft huff of embarrassment, cheek pressing into your shoulder to ease the burn as you looked up at Steve, “You’re… you just… you look really fucking hot in basically a crop top and short shorts and then you’re kissing me like I’ve never been kissed before, and–”

“Relax, cutie. I got you,” Steve’s eyes softened, the pads of his thumbs rubbing small circles up your inner thigh, inching closer and closer to the hem of your panties. At the same time, the tip of his nose brushed down the length of yours before gently nudging up against yours until he caught your lips with his own. 

He kissed you a bit softer than he had before, murmuring as his fingers slipped under the hem of your panties, rubbing back and forth against the delicate skin, “Can I get rid of these?”

Instead of answering, you lifted your hips off of the counter again so Steve could pull the fabric off. It dangled off of your ankle for a moment before falling to the ground to join the pants. Steve’s hands were warm at your knees as he pushed your legs apart, but before he could properly touch you, you grabbed at his wrist, fingers circling around it carefully. He watched you in confusion, about to speak but quickly cut himself off when you finally did what you’d been wanting to do all evening. 

You pulled his hand up to your mouth, kissing his palm once before your tongue darted out to circle his middle and ring fingers. Steve’s jaw dropped open slightly, eyes somehow growing even wider as you took his fingers into your mouth, his breath hitching, “Jesus fucking christ, babe, I—” Your hand still wrapped around his wrist gave it a small tug, releasing his fingers from your lips with a small pop. “Fuckin’ hell, baby.”

Steve kissed you like it was his last chance, tugging at your lips and licking into your mouth, distracting you enough to let his hand drift back down to your center. You jolted forward, whining into his mouth as his spit-slick fingers traced up your center until his fingertip nudged into your clit. “Please, Stevie.”

“I got you, baby,” he replied softly, emphasizing his words with another circle over your clit. Then, as if reading your mind, he slipped two fingers into you, drawing quiet moans from the both of you. “Shit, you’re so tight.”

His words had you clenching around his fingers as you leaned back, pressing your palms into the cool countertops beneath you. Finally, he started moving his fingers, thrusting them in and out of your cunt at a slow pace. “Steve, I need— oh, shit— I need more.���

Happy to oblige, Steve picked up the pace a bit, fingertips just grazing the spot that was going to make you see stars. Ever in tune with you and your body, he heard your soft whimper, and saw the way your fingers curled over the edge of the countertop, knuckles white with how tightly you were gripping it. He didn’t really have to ask, but did anyway, a knowing smirk settling over his lips, “Right there?”

“Ri-right there,” you repeated, voice breaking as you nodded frantically and rolled your hips against Steve’s hand. He curled his fingers inside of you and then he doubled down, fingertips repeatedly rubbing against the same spot that had you keening before. And when his thumb pressed to your clit, you nearly fell apart then and there.  

“C’mon, baby, know you’re close,” Steve muttered, rubbing his thumb over your clit again and again and again until you were clenching around him and falling over the edge with a loud moan of his name.

Your head fell back, thudding against the mirror on the wall behind you as you gasped for air, knocking Steve’s hat on your head off, chest heaving, “Fuck, Steve, I–” The words died in your throat as your eyes fluttered open, only to find Steve with his fingers halfway to his mouth. 

He paused for a moment but quickly took note of the way your breath hitched, eyes wide, and slipped his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean for the second time that evening. You squirmed against the counter, trying to shuffle off of it as Steve hummed around his fingers and then pulled them from his lips, “Mm, y’taste so good, babe.” 

“Holy shit, Stevie,” you gasped as you stumbled off of the counter. 

Steve’s hands shot out, grabbing at your hips to steady you, “You okay?”

“More than okay,” you replied, nodding as your hands trailed down Steve’s chest. To prove your point, you leaned up on your toes and pressed your mouth to his. One of your hands curled into the tiny shirt as you kissed him, and the other slid down his chest and abdomen, brushing over the soft hair that disappeared under the waistband of the shorts. You paused, pulling your mouth from Steve’s to look up at him through your eyelashes, “Can I?”

“I— yeah,” Steve nodded hard, hair bouncing with the movement. He looked so pretty — prettier than normal — with his messy hair and wide hazel eyes, lips pink and shiny from your kissing. As he dipped back down to kiss you again, you slid your hand under the waistband of the shorts, but over his boxers. He groaned as you began palming him, and you nearly did as well. 

The shorts left very little to the imagination — you knew Steve was big, but feeling him hard in your hand was something completely different. You wanted him, and you weren’t sure you could wait much longer. Your fingers tugged at the shorts and his boxers, discarding them into the pile of your clothes, and you pressed a kiss to his hipbone as you straightened up again, “What… what do you want, Stevie?”

His chest heaved as your hand wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly while you waited for an answer. Steve felt like he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t function. Not when you were finally, finally touching him. He wanted to do so many things with you, but most of all, he wanted you. “Need to be inside you, baby, fuck.”

Your breath hitched a little at his admission and you nodded quickly, wanting whatever he wanted, “Okay. ‘M yours, Stevie.”

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me, baby,” he groaned, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your hips again to help you back onto the counter and pull you towards the edge. “Do you— um, I don’t have a condom, I—”

“‘S okay,” you shook your head quickly, leaning back into your hands as one of your legs hooked around Steve’s waist and pulled him in closer to you, “‘m on the pill.”

“Are you sure?” he asked softly, eyes searching yours carefully. 

“Positive, Steve. I want you. Have for a long time.”

That was enough for Steve, and he shuffled forward, one hand resting against your waist while the other reached down to line himself up at your entrance. You sucked in a sharp breath as Steve pushed in slowly, your hands sliding into his hair at the back of his head. It was more of a stretch than you were used to, and it must have shown on your face because Steve’s hand left your hip and came up to cradle your cheek carefully, lips pressing to the corner of your mouth, “Okay?”

“Mhm,” you breathed out heavily, eyes flicking open to find Steve’s face centimeters from yours. His thumb rubbed soothingly over your cheekbone, back and forth a few times, and you nodded, “More, Steve.”

Steve nodded, pressing another soft kiss to your lips as he pushed forward again slowly, searching your face for any sign that you wanted to stop. And when he found none, he continued until his hips were flush with yours. His jaw clenched, fingers digging into your thigh that was around his waist, and hitched it higher up his side to push a bit deeper. “Tell me when you’re ready,” he murmured, dropping kisses to your shoulder. 

Your mind was racing, but with thoughts of only SteveSteveSteveSteve once again. Your senses were flooded with him; the smell of his cologne and sweat, the sound of his heavy breaths in your ear, the taste of his lips on yours, his hands on your body and his cock buried deep inside your cunt. With a gasping breath, you pulled Steve’s chest to yours, your other leg wrapping around his waist. “Ready. ‘M ready. You can move.” 

His hands slid under your arms and wrapped around your back to hold you against him as he began to move his hips slowly, “God, baby, you— fuck— you feel so good around me. So good for me, huh? Been wanting you like this forever.”

You rolled your hips into his as you all but sobbed his name, pressing your heels into the small of his back. He took the hint quickly and picked up the pace, the filthy sound of his skin smacking yours filling the small bathroom. Your hands searched over his shoulders and back, slipping underneath the shirt of yours that he was somehow still wearing, nails digging into his skin. 

Steve’s chin hooked over your shoulder, and he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror behind you. He looked just as fucked out as he felt; eyes and hair wild as he clung to you. What really got to him, though, was the sight of his last name sprawled across your back. Maybe, just maybe, you’d finally be his after all of this. Heart racing at the sight, he set a punishing pace, “Look so fuckin’ good in my clothes, sweetheart. You’re so… so fucking perfect.” 

“Steve— oh fuck— you feel so good. Gonna come soon, ‘m so close—” you were mumbling incoherently into Steve’s neck, trying your best to meet his thrusts, which became harder as one of his hands snaked down between the two of you to rub over your clit. You clenched around him again at the feeling, pulling the best noise you’d ever heard from the back of Steve’s throat. Your moan echoed his, completely oblivious to the fact that you were still at a party and that someone could probably hear you. 

“Gonna come for me, my pretty girl?”

My pretty girl. His and only his. It was enough for you to come undone, Steve’s name intertwined with the curses and filthy moans you couldn’t hold back. His thrusts faltered, hips stuttering against yours as he came, your name spilling from his lips in a way you wanted to hear again and again and again. 

Your chest heaved against his as you both tried to catch your breaths, and you left soft, open-mouthed kisses to the crook of his neck where you’d buried your face as you’d come. His hands were gentle as they pushed up your thighs and hips, around your back to slip under the shirt of his you were wearing. They were exceptionally warm, tracing over the curve of your spine as he pressed your body into his, voice soft at your ear as he murmured, “Are you okay?”

You let out a soft laugh as you kissed up Steve’s jaw, fingers slipping into the slightly damp hair at the nape of his neck, twisting a strand around your index finger, “‘M perfect, Steve. Are you okay?”

“Fuck,” he laughed, shaking his head in amusement, popping up from your shoulder to look into your eyes, “I’ve never been better. Meant what I said… been wanting you forever.” 

“Yeah?” you asked quietly, feeling bashful, like he wasn’t still inside of you.

“Oh yeah,” he nodded, dipping his head down to press a soft peck to your lips. At the same time, his hands moved back down to your hips, holding you tightly as he finally pulled out. You winced slightly at the feeling, causing a soft apology to tumble from Steve’s lips, followed by another soft peck. 

It was quiet as you cleaned each other up as best as you could, stealing sweet kisses from the other more often than necessary. The sound of the music had finally come back into focus, and you realized that it wasn’t as loud as you’d remembered. Still, you’d do it all again, even though you weren't sure you could walk, and you knew your friends were going to give you shit for how long the two of you had disappeared. 

As you redressed, you finally swapped your clothes back, but just as you were about to give Steve the last piece of his costume — the jersey — he shook his head, cupping your cheek in his hand, tilting your head up, “You wear it. Looks better on you. And besides, need everyone to know you’re mine now.” 

You didn’t put up a fight, grinning and shrugging the jersey back over your shirt that Steve had definitely stretched out. Smoothing down your shirt, you held your hands out to your sides slightly, “Good?” 

Steve laughed again, reaching out to swipe a thumb under your eye in an attempt to remove some of the mascara that had smudged, “As good as it’s gonna get. And still perfect. Ready?”

Before he could open the door, you grabbed his hat off of the counter and brushed his hair back before placing it on his head, “For the sex hair. Oh, and Steve?”

“Yeah, cutie?” 

“Good game!” you giggled, slapping his ass before bolting out of the bathroom, leaving Steve to stare after you for a few moments with the biggest grin on his face. 

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington imagine #strangertober #best friend!steve #best friend!steve harrington #steve harrington x f!reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #sunshinehollandd #sunshinehollandd writing

[celestialseph]

november fic rec list (a few days late!)

my blog is 18+, and so are most of these stories. minors are not welcome.

welcome to my (stranger things, you can find the call of duty one here!) november fic rec list! this'll be a combo of october and november. here's all of my favorites from the last two months! enjoy :)

eddie munson

death of me (masterlist) by @munson-trashcan - a sequel to days of the week, which can be found here!

crybaby by @indouloureux - on my top five eddie fics list, seriously. i cannot tell you how often i think of this fic! i've had full-on dreams about it, a round of applause for this one (for all their works, but this one in particular gets a whole ass standing ovation from me).

masterlist from @upsidedownwithsteve - i am still going to link some of my favorite stories from her in their respective sections, but seriously, all her works are fantastic!

masterlist from @sunflowergirl522 - also one with so many amazing stories! (if you didn't see my last rec list, i literally call my cat angel face because of this fic!)

masterlist from @carolmunson - the sadist!eddie stories..... whewwwwwwww

baby, slow it down and baby, kiss me quick by @upsidedownwithsteve

kiss of the knife by @indouloureux

i want your video by @thefreak-thebanished - (i just want it known that as soon as i started typing the title for this, this song came on lol)

trapped heat inside a small, tin box by @chaseadrian

get your fix by @munsonquinns

forget the broom, ride me instead by @laheymaze

breakup sex and part two by @munsonquinns

scream my name by @munsonquinns

scandals & handcuffs; burning altars by @indouloureux

eddie kink series by @corrodedhawkins

right here by @upsidedownwithsteve

kinktober day three: anal by @prettyboyeddiemunson

black dahlia by @munsons-curls

drunk on you by @wndalovebot

life's no fun without a good scare by @nyxoz

making deals by @munsonslove

easily by @roanniom

bad things by @goldenbuckyyy

living dead girl by @usedtobecooler

eddie loves when people hear you fuck by @icyharrington

rocket queen by @sgrantsgf



steve harrington

a little mean for me and a little nice for me by @upsidedownwithsteve

breeding with steve by @forourmoons

take care of me by @fettuccin-e

filthy whispers by @fettuccin-e

sick like summer by @upsidedownwithsteve

keep my hand in yours by @harringtown

hot for teacher by @handful0fteeth

a cozy day with steve by @joellkeeny

lover's lake by @stvharrngton

tricks and treats by @sailor-steve

call it what you want by @sunshinehollandd

missed you by @pillow-titties



steddie

out of touch by @lilacletter

somethin' unholy and dirty, dirty boys by @upsidedownwithsteve

getting high with the boys by @munsonquinns

kinktober day twenty seven: cuckholding by @mcplestreet

boys on film and part two by @corrodedcorpses

steve teaches virgin!reader how to blow virgin!eddie by @usedtobecooler

what best friends are for by @hard-candy-writing

you, me, and steve by @lis-likes-fics



robin buckley

once in twenty lifetimes by @harringtown - this one made me cry, it's so cute and sweet and soft and just all around beautiful. i love it, so much. here's her masterlist because all her robin (and all the rest of them, some of my favorites are scattered in here too!) fics are so, so wonderful.

yours is the first face i saw (ao3) - THE GLASSES FIC! this shit broke me in ways i didn't know a fic could break me. seriously, i couldn't stop sobbing for over an hour. highly, highly, recommend.

absolutely smitten by @sunshinehollandd



blurbs

THE TIKTOK SERIES by @morganbritton132 - literally just scroll the whole account and you'll see why it's my new favorite obsession

robin coming out to the party, chaos ensues by @simpforsauron

sub eddie by @corrodedhawkins

blurb masterlist by @eddies-ashtray

missionary with eddie by @indouloureux

seeing steve for the first time in a while by @joellkeeny

the fruity four living together by @steddiealltheway

not the same steve by @metal-dads

perv!eddie teaching you how to suck his dick by @chainsawmunson

cockwarming with eddie by @mantorokk-writes

modern fruity four living together by @werewolf-stevie

chapstick by @corrodedcoughin

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley and steve harrington #fruity four #fic recs

[barznasty]

TOM HOLLAND

@madmadmilk

domino (series) ground rules (series) kiss currency (series)

@peteprker

dare you to move (series) mistakes happen

@hollandroos

blow a kiss, fire a gun (series) bun in the oven

@spiderboytotherescue

blurbs (2) somewhat breakfast in bed

@lousimusician

cheater

@justcallmehitgirl

delicate

@peteryouadorablefuck

don’t go

@sunshinehollandd

every step of the way (series)

@userholland

this side of heaven

@hollandandi

good for me

@xoluvx

hate you

@spideyyeet

not gonna say

@t-lostinworlds

i’ve got you torn leaves

@marvelouspeterparker

just can’t get enough

@parkeraul

just friends

@duskholland

mad at you sunkissed taunt

@bi-writes

mob!tom blurbs

@grussell63

remember when (series)

@hollandbaby

shower sex

@jizemderler

take care

@liberty-barnes

the jar series

@angelic-holland

uncool

@thewitchingholland

when you love someone (2/3)

@wizkiddx

3 broken hearts (2)

PETER PARKER

@peteprker

better weather snow white

@p3terparker

clingy!peter

@peterbenjiparker

close to my heart in your arms

@hey-marlie

far from you (series)

@peterporkerpeter

how to kiss

@spideyyeet

i don’t care orange slices soft boy

@vampireinbusiness

i feel better

@lousimusician

i want you back (series) sex pollen

@tomdutch

just for tonight

@druiig-ae

mood swings

@toms-gf

nightmares

@ptergwen

only you and me

@spiderboytotherescue

please come home worried about you

@softspideys

safe

@xoluvx

sativa

@loveaffaire

she doesn’t even know

@starktonyx

ten percent

@tomhollandsstan

tongue twister

#fic rec #tom holland imagine #peter parker imagine #fic recs

[pbnjparker]

hey!! i got an idea for a request bc i love fluffy/jealous tom so here we go!:)

could you please write an established relationship imagine please where the reader is on tour with her group/band and obvs they have to do a lot of dancing, and tom is front row at one of the shows and he gets jealous of the background dancers, so his mates who are at the concert with him record his reactions and post them so y/n and the fans can see?

thank you!!

jealousy, jealousy

an: hii! thank you so much for requesting this <3 im sorry it took me so long to get to it fksjfs, i promise it was in my drafts 😭😭 anyways, hopefully you enjoy it!! (IMPLIED SMUT)

pairing: tom holland x singer!reader

"So do you care to tell me why all the videos that the boys sent me are you frowning during our dancing number?" Tom immediately went red, "I wasn't frowning, I was acting." He retaliated, pressing a soft kiss on your temple.

You laughed, "Haz said that you said and I quote, those guys are all asses." You read off your phone, glancing up at Tom, "Haz is an ass." He groans, grabbing your phone out of your hands, "I think it's pretty cute."

"Me being jealous or me denying it all?" He smiles, "Ah, so you admit your jealousy?" You stick your tongue out at Tom, "I refuse to speak on this topic without the presence of a lawyer." You giggled at his argument, "Oh and you better thank Haz." You said walking away from him.

"For what?" He asked trailing behind you, "He posted the video on Instagram." You handed him your phone and let the video play out, "Oh, I'm gonna beat him up when we see him later." He groaned,

"So you admit it!" You teased again, "What do you want? You're so hot and those guys don't deserve to touch you the way, I do." He groans bringing you in for a kiss, "I know, how 'bout you show me?" You whispered against his lips, "Oh, that can definitely be arranged."

tagging <3: @darlingparker @sunshinehollandd @gingerparker @belovedholland @justapurrcat @seolaseoul @silkscream @intoyoudaniel

#pbnjparker #tom holland #tom holland imagines #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland au #tom holland one shot #tom holland smut #tom holland prompts #tom holland x reader angst #tom holland blurb #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fluff #tom holland x you #tom holland x oc #tom holland x singer!reader #tom holland smut blurbs #blurbs #smut blurbs #tom #holland #tommy <3 #tommy holland imagines

[keerysquinn]

steddiesandwich 🠖 keerysquinn

I've been thinking about changing my url for a bit now, and I figured that now was as good a time as any with all of my friends changing their urls as well. Since I'm writing more than jut steddie like I originally planned with this blog, I thought that maybe my url should reflect that I'm not purely a steddie blog. I still need to update my theme and all that jazz, but here's the new branding!

Tagging some of my lovely mutuals so they don't think I've up and vanished <3: @quinnkeerys @hellfirehoe @bowerquinn @creelhousesteve @xcatnapsx @thefreakymunson @appocalipse @skeletoneddie @heroeddiemunson @serasvictoria @sebastianstvn @eddieandbird @trashmouth-richie @munson-blurbs @munsonsbait @sunshine-munson @sunshinehollandd

#she speaks

[tomdutch]

Can you give some accounts that you follow that write?? I’d love to show some support!! 😊😊

hell yeah! first let me plug The Girls aka @tshwritersnet members <3

@userholland @silkholland @silkscream @totheblood @spiderboytotherescue @softholand @ptergwen @seolaseoul @gingerparker @belovedholland @borhapparker @sunshinehollandd @sunflowertomholland @thollandsdarling @justapurrcat @hollandfromhell @sailingoceans @buckybarnesandmarvel @melodicheauxxo @pbnjparker @darlingparker @ahoefortomholland @slut4holland @pvarker @yesitsmewhataboutit

and some mutuals and writers i rlly appreciate <3

@t-lostinworlds @cutetomholland @hollandsangel @heyhihellowhatsup0 @luciwritesstuff @tomhollandsblog @peterpparkerwrites @starlordsandrockets @dlwritings @veryholland @refairy @arvinsescape @honeyspidey @vendettaparker @tinyyoungblood @lauras-collection @toms-gf @takenbyheartstrings @alltoowelltom @blindingdutchy @etoileholland

#girlinlovewithlove #answered

[familyvideostevie]

𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕞𝕞𝕒'𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣!! (now closed)

this celebration is now closed as of 8/21/22! thank you for participating :)

CELEBRATION MASTERLIST

welcome to my 500 followers celebration! i feel like the luckiest girl in the world to have so many of you. this is but a small thank you for following me and supporting me <3 you are all the best! check out the rules below :) navigation, masterlist, about me

anyone can join whether you follow me or not!

send as many as you want, but make each ask separate please!

the deadline for this will be a tentative aug 21!

DO SEND: ideas about any 'big kid' stranger things character (steve, eddie, nancy, robin, jonathan, argyle too!), questions about me, fun thoughts

DON'T SEND: the following topics -> taboo, pregnancy, violence, billy, steddie x reader, specific hard kink content other than praise or casual dominance

i will be writing nsfw blurbs for steve or eddie! they'll all be tagged nsfw, 18+, so please be mindful!

if you send an ask and don't see my reply for a little, i'm working on it! if i don't plan to write it bc it violates my rules, I'll try to let you know asap : ) 

everything will be tagged #500atemmasfair

so, let's celebrate! send me any of these :)

🥮  FUNNEL CAKE: a classic snack for some classic conversation! send me the usual tumblr games or just come chat -- would you rather, fmk, get to know me, etc

📸  PHOTO BOOTH: let's make some memories with our friends! send me a character and i'll tell you a headcanon I have for them

🎡 FERRIS WHEEL: who would you like to sneak a kiss from at the top? send me some nsfw thoughts/concepts about steve or eddie and i'll add onto them

🌽 CORN MAZE: let's wander around and maybe get lost! send me a line from a book, song, or movie and a character and i'll write a wee blurb for you (inspired by ava)

🧸 WIN A STUFFIE (moots only): you've won a prize! send me this and i'll send you a song that reminds me of you/your blog

tagging some mutuals/my tag list below, feel free to ignore!

@sunlitide @gloryofroses19 @carpediem1219 @themarvelousbee @cheerupbarry @srrybutno @ruinedbythehobbit @superflannel @goldinhersoul @superduperharrington @a-girl-who-loves-disney @witchwyfe @loversgender @steveharringtonarchives @pennyllanne @mulletboystan @stylesyourmine @keep-drivng @finalgirleddiemunson @babeylover @sunshinehollandd @desireav @stevethemomharrington @spideyboipete @shyposttree @plainemmanem @casualxexistence @keeryshouse @multi-obsessed-fanfic-writer @prettyboyeddiemunson @upsidedownwithsteve

#500atemmasfair #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #eddie munson x female reader #navigation

[ptergwen]

val’s 7k sleepover

i hit 7k last week which is absolutely insane woah thank you all so much? i love and appreciate every single one of you and your support makes my heart fucking explode :,) it’s been a while since my last sleepover so i thought i would do another to celebrate!

starts: august 7th, 2022 at midnight est

ends: august 14th, 2022 at midnight est

feel free to send in asks or requests before then!

you can

❦ make a fic request (more info below)

❦ ask for a song, movie, tv show, or book rec

❦ give recs to me

❦ ask for advice

❦ spill your secrets teehee

❦ give me feedback

❦ ask for writing tips

❦ chat with me

who i’ll write for

tom holland, peter parker, tasm!peter parker, arvin russell, michelle jones-watson, nathan drake, or anyone of your choice!

what i’ll write

smAUs/blurbs/headcanons, fluff/smut/angst, all pairings

please keep requests short!

if you have any questions you can shoot me a message or ask! this is gonna be a blast y’all i can’t wait, much love

tags and moots: @mystic-writings @just-lost-inbetween-worlds @lnmp89 @jenoslov @crvshnburnn @yourlocalomlette @starlight-starks @belovasheart @hollandsgoodgirl @liltimmyst @eviewriites @parkerctrl @inthegetawaycarwithtaylah @varshhyy @ellebutnotwoods @magicalxdaydream @tayyx @parkerdadda @valluvsu @ronweasleysslut @peterficrecs @hollandsangel @asonofpeter @holland-styles @wrldofdior @vendettaparker @sp2ncerz @tearsarericocheting @annathesillyfriend @ellereadsfics @honeyspidey @farfromharry @spideyspeaches @sunshinehollandd @userholland @lovelybarnes

#val’s 7k sleepover 🦋 #tom holland #peter parker #nathan drake #arvin russell #tom holland writing #peter parker writing

[cantstoptheimagines]

July 2022

Things I’ve Written This Month:

First Kiss Goodbye (Eddie Munson) 

Celebrity Crush (PS4!Peter Parker) 

Truce (Jacob Holland) 

Friendly Neighborhood Escort Service (Garfield!Peter Parker) 

🔥  |  Smut/Mature

💛  |  Favorites

Cruel Summer

Derek Coming Over to Your House by @multifandomsimagine​ 💛

Disney Descendants

Being In A Polyamorous Relationship with Jay and Carlos by @harper-hook​ 

Haikyu!!

All the Small Things by @loneveenas​ 💛

Under the Mistletoe with Them by @cherrieflavouredheadcanons​ 

Julie and the Phantoms

Being Sunset Curve’s First Fan by @multifandomsimagine​ 💛

Luke Having a Crush on You by @multifandomsimagine​ 💛

Jurassic Park/Jurassic World

Lucky Jacket by @writings-of-a-hufflepuff​ 

Marvel Comics

Andromeda by @bubble-tea-bunny​ 

Bloom by @duskholland​ 💛

Boy from Brooklyn by @captain-rogers-beard​ 💛

Dating Peter Parker by @obscure-imagines​ 

Faking It by @softspideys​ 💛

Hey, Peter! (Part 1, Part 2) by @h-eckers​ 💛

I Like You Too, Stupid by @one-who-reads-too-much​ 

Interview with Spider-Man (Part 1, Part 2) by @sunshinehollandd 

Jealous by @onelovewonderwoman​ 💛

Make-Up Muse by @underoos-shield​ 

Movies by @mikwrites-archive​ 

Performing Magician by @jibakuganjas​ 

Protection by @tomhollandwritings​ 

Savior by @brie-n-kat-write​ 

Subway Hand-Holding by @prettylilparker​ 💛

Untitled by @thedragonkween​ 💛

Untitled by @myriadimagines​ 💛

Untitled by @obscure-imagines​ 

Untitled by @obscure-imagines​ 

Untitled by​ @obscure-imagines​ 

Untitled by @obscure-imagines​ 

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Worthy by @oliverwxod​ 

My Hero Academia

Cuddles by @random-mha-thoughts​ 

Dismissed by @missuga-archives​ 

Girl with the Skull Panties (Part 1, Part 2) @missuga-archives​ 🔥

Growing By One by @whats-her-quirk​ 

Soft Cuddles by @bakugouscentedcaramel​ 

Untitled by @bnhaclaimedmysoul​ 

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Riverdale

Boyfriendzoned by @southsidewrites​ 💛

Daddy’s Girl by @weelittleweasley​ 

One of the Boys by @weelittleweasley​ 

Playing Strip Pool with Sweet Pea by @thranduilsperkybutt​ 🔥

Public Knowledge by @anna-phora​ 

Refreshments by @weelittleweasley​ 🔥💛

Slip-Ups (Part 1, Part 2) by @southsidewrites​ 💛

Who’s the New Guy? by @weelittleweasley​ 

Star Wars

Well, I Guess I’m ‘Mom’ Now by @the-new-fanfic-order​ 

Stargate: Atlantis

Untitled by @obscure-imagines​ 

Stranger Things

Comfort by @anangelwhodidntfall​ 

Dating Billy Hargrove by @obscure-imagines​ 💛

Eddie Dating a Sweetheart by @kaylawritesfics​​ 

Have You Seen Her? by @luveline​ 

Kiss with Tongue and Teeth by @omg-foreverfilledwithweird-posts 🔥 

Open Window (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3) by @greatlampfestival​ 🔥

Rock the Night by @stranger-nightmare​ 🔥

Untitled by @erosso 🔥

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You Can Be the Boss, Billy by @fivesosgroupiie​ 

Twilight

Untitled by @fanficimagery​ 

Vikings

Being Unhappily Married to Hvitserk (Part 1, Part 2) by @bonniebird​ 

Braiding Ivar’s Hair by @obscure-imagines​ 💛

Comb by @norsenightingale​ 

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Untitled by @honestsycrets​ 

Walking Dead

A Second Time Within These Arms by @hornsandthings​ 

Giving Daryl Food Before His Supply Run by @imaginesbymk​ 

#2022 #recommendations

[sunshinesteviee]

only you - s.h.

summary: steve finally wakes up after surviving the upside down, and all he can ask for is you, though you're not sure why; gn!reader wc: 2.1kwarnings: mentions of injuries, the hospital, a touch of angst?, slight enemies to lovers, canon? we don't know her a/n: this was originally supposed to be a blurb for my 8k celebration, but got way out of hand! for my wifey @sparklingsin

You’re lucky to have escaped the upside down fairly unscathed, you know that. You’d been scratched and bruised, briefly strangled by the vines, but aside from that, you’re okay. Most of your friends weren’t that lucky, and many of them sit in hospital beds still. Meaning you’re still rotating between their rooms, making conversation with Eddie, who, despite having literal chunks of his torso torn out by the demobats, seems to be in good spirits, comforting Max when she’s awake, and sitting silently in Steve’s room. Steve, who has yet to wake up. Steve, who you’re not totally sure would even want you there. 

The relationship you have with Steve is complicated, to say the least. You’d never liked him in high school. He’d been arrogant and rude, and at times, he could be a bully. It wasn’t until a weird twist of fate — Max being terrorized by this otherworldly creature — that you really got to know Steve. He wasn’t the same as he’d been in high school, but you still had your reservations. The feeling seemed to be mutual; Steve didn’t seem to care for you much either with how cold and distant he could be. And still, you find yourself spending a large chunk of your time sitting in the silence of Steve’s room by yourself, willing him to wake up.  

When it’s just you, though, you pull the chair in the corner of the room closer to his bed, and grasp his hand in yours, whispering soft encouragements to him, even though you’re not sure he can hear you, “Don’t give up now, Steve.” 

With each passing day, you lose a bit of hope. Eddie, who had suffered an arguably worse attack from the demobats, had woken up quickly. Max, who the doctors still don’t know if she’ll fully recover, is making conversation sometimes, even though she sleeps most of the day. The doctors think that on top of being attacked and bitten like Eddie, maybe Steve had just worn himself too thin. He had been attacked, and then carried on like nothing had happened. He’d winced as Eddie’s rough denim vest slid over his bitten back and arms, but hadn’t said anything else. You still don’t know Steve very well, but you saw how much he pushed himself to keep everyone else safe. And now everyone was worried he’d pushed himself past his breaking point. That he might not recover. 

One day, Dustin bursts into Max’s room with a breathless gasp of your name, eyes wide. Your heart races, and you know that something has happened, though you have no idea if it’s good or bad. Dustin’s eyes dart from you to Max, and then back to you, “Sorry to interrupt, I just— Steve’s finally awake.” 

“He is?!” Max asks, an urgency in her voice you haven’t heard before. 

Dustin nods, still looking at you intently. The way he’s looking at you gives you a funny feeling, and your stomach turns as he murmurs your name again and adds, “He’s asking for you.” 

“Me?” you ask, jaw dropping as you balk at your younger friend. You can’t imagine why Steve would ask for you, of all people. 

He nods again, “He won’t… All he can ask for is you. Won’t say anything other than your name.” 

You glance at Max, who quickly nods, and you shoot up out of your seat, following Dustin out of her room and down the hall to Steve’s room. There’s a bit more commotion behind the door than you’ve seen in a while, and it causes you to freeze. You’re not sure what you’ll find in there. Dustin notices your hesitation, the way your hand pauses at the handle. He knows about the moments you’d had with Steve, when no one else was around. It had been an accident, really, when he’d opened the door, and found you bent over Steve’s bedside, grasping his hand tightly in yours like you never wanted to let go. At the time, he’d quickly and quietly backed out of the room, but stored that bit of information in the back of his head for later. He knew the dynamic between you and Steve was odd, but he also knew that Steve cared about you, even if he hadn’t known how to show it. “It’s okay,” he assures, nodding to you, “He asked for you.”

Sucking in a deep breath, you nod and push open the door to find that Steve really is awake, and is half-sitting up in bed. He’s still connected to quite a few wires, and there are a bunch of nurses surrounding the bed, checking his vitals, but he’s awake. He’s awake, and he’s alive. You let out a soft gasp, hand flying to your mouth, as you breathe out his name, “Steve.” 

You’re not quite sure how he heard you, your voice had barely been above a whisper, but Steve’s head whips to the doorway, eyes going wide when he sees you there. His voice is raspy from not using it for a while as he croaks out your name. 

“Steve,” you say again, louder this time as you start across the room, “You… you’re okay. You’re awake.”

A few of the nurses step away, realizing that you’re the person he’d been asking for, letting you step up to his bed. Steve cracks a tight smile, and he nods, “Yeah, I am. At least I think I’m awake… this isn’t a dream, right?” 

Laughing a little, you shake your head, “No, not a dream. This is real. Are you…” You trail off, not even sure what you were going to ask, and your hand pauses it’s descent to Steve’s arm. You’d held his hand frequently while he was out, but you’re not sure he’d want you touching him now. Instead, you let out a soft sigh and ask, “How are you feeling?”

“Umm… you know. Weird. Everything… everything hurts.” His voice is still scratchy, and he stumbles over his words with a wince, eyebrows drawing together and nose scrunching up. “Shit.”

“Shit,” you echo softly, sinking into the same chair you’d already spent many hours in over the last few days. The same chair you’d sat in only an hour ago, begging Steve to wake up for the millionth time. Your eyes dart down to your lap where your fingers pick at a piece of fraying denim. For some reason, your voice comes out shaky when you speak again, “I-I’m glad you’re awake, Steve. Dustin, he—“

Steve cuts you off abruptly, unable to help himself from blurting out, “I heard you, you know.”

You feel like the air has been sucked out of your lungs, and the only thing you can think of saying is, “What?”

“While I… while I was out, I could still hear everything. When people were talking to me and stuff. I heard the things you were saying. About the kids, and Max and Eddie. And… about me not giving up, needing me to wake up.”

Heat rushes to your face, and no matter how far you sink into your chair, it won’t swallow you whole, unfortunately. Unsure of what to say, you pull one foot up off of the floor, hugging your knee to your chest, and press your cheek into your shoulder in an attempt to hide. You can’t look at Steve as you reply, “Oh… Steve, I—”

He interrupts you again, voice as firm as it can be in his current state, “Thank you.”

Your gaze snaps up to meet his, eyebrows drawn together in confusion. Shaking your head slightly, you murmur, “What for?”

“For caring.” This time, Steve is the first to look away as he tilts his head back against his pillows, eyelashes fluttering as he blinks rapidly. “I mean, I know those twerps care, and Robin and Nance, too, but… I don’t know. Means a lot that you care even when you don’t particularly like me.”

“Steve, I don’t—“ you pause, taking a moment to collect yourself, and then scoot the chair you’re sitting in closer to his bed. “In high school, yeah, I wasn’t particularly fond of you.” Steve opens his mouth to say something, but you keep talking, “But you’re a different person now, I think. I hope. Max is like a little sister to me, so seeing how much you care about her — how much you did to protect her — means a lot.”

A soft pink springs to Steve’s cheeks, crawling up to his ears as he stares at you. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and nods, glancing away again, “I am. A completely different person, I mean. I-I’m sorry if I was ever awful to you in high school. How… how is Max, by the way?” 

You wave your hand in the air, dismissing Steve’s worries. Whatever had happened in high school was behind you now. His question, though, makes you realize that the still doesn’t know everything, and that you’re taking up all of his time. “She’s okay. I mean, she’s alive. Not totally herself, though. I can— I don’t want to take up all of your time, I’m sure you’d rather talk to Robin or Dustin or Max. I’ll see if a nurse can bring Max to your room.” 

As you stand up to leave, Steve’s hand darts out, fingers catching yours to stop you from moving. You notice a flash of pain on his face as he outstretches his arm towards you and mumbles, “Stay.” 

“Okay,” you nod quickly, not wanting him to push himself any further, and drop back down into your chair next to him, “Okay, I’ll stay. Don’t hurt yourself on my behalf, Harrington.” 

Steve huffs out a laugh in an attempt to mask the pain on his face. Instead of saying anything, though, he asks, “What about Munson? I was worried he wouldn’t make it when we got to him.” 

“Oh, Eddie’s fine. They treated him, and he was begging to be up on his feet after like two days. He’s still here, his room is down the hall, but he’s doing well. Maybe I could ask for you guys to room together?” You finish with a mischievous grin, and don’t realize that the pad of your thumb is rubbing back and forth across the top of Steve’s hand. 

“Oh, god, please don’t,” Steve groans with a grimace, nose wrinkling, “Turns out I don’t mind the guy, but I think he’d drive me insane in here.”

Letting out a small laugh, you nod in agreement, “I know what you mean. But it’s actually been good to have him around, he’s been keeping everyone’s spirits up.”

“Has it been bad?” Steve asks after a beat of silence, pursing his lips slightly, eyebrows furrowing together.

“Steve, no one was sure when — or if, quite frankly — you’d wake up.”

“Oh.” His voice is small as the reality of the situation starts to set in, “I didn’t realize.” 

“Needless to say, we’re all glad you’re awake,” you murmur in reply, your gaze set on him.

It’s quiet again as Steve glances down to where your fingers are still intertwined with his, but he can’t find it in himself to pull back. Just as he’s about to reply, the door to Steve’s room flies open, the handle nearly banging into the wall as Robin bursts in, eyes wide and voice frantic, “Steve!” 

The two of you jump in surprise, your hands flying apart as you scramble backwards into your chair. 

Robin looks and sounds nearly angry, but you know she’s on the verge of tears as she rushes across the room, pointing at Steve, “You just had to wake up the one time I went home, didn’t you, you asshole?! If you ever scare me like that again, Steven, so help me god—“ 

Steve grins, wincing once more as he pushes himself further up in bed, and Robin gives him a hug that you’re worried will cause him even more pain. You’ve come to learn that Robin is quite the talker, and she’s quick to launch into a rant — something about how worried she’s been, and updating Steve on everything that’s happened. 

You know that your conversation with Steve is done for now, and start moving towards the door. He notices, giving you an apologetic look over Robin’s shoulder — a fleeting look before turning his full attention back to his best friend. It’s only a moment, but you have a feeling there’s much more to be discussed at a later time. You'd sit by his bed all day, if he asked.

And he does ask for you again, only an hour later.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington angst #sunshinehollandd writing #sunshinehollandd

[lnfours]

welcome to toms-gf’s 7.8k sleepover

welcome to my 7.8k sleepover!

to have some fun this holiday season, i figured i’d host a sleepover event where you guys can send in requests and anything else you want from the list below!

the sleepover starts today, december 24th at 12pm (noon) EST and will end tuesday, december 27th at 9pm EST

feel free to send in any option(s) from the list below! 🤍

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link to ask box

🎄 a blurb request for any of the characters i write for (does not have to be holiday themed)

🎁 pick a number between 1 and 30 for a song off of my tom playlist on spotify

🤍 for a picture from my tom board on pinterest

❄️ for a moodboard for the characters i write for (can be holiday based, au based or song based)

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i hope you guys are able to celebrate with me and i can’t wait to have some fun with you! thank you so much for 7.8k, im forever thankful for every single one of you!

happy holidays, from me and mine to you and yours 🤍

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tagging my mutuals so they can have in on the fun, too 🫶🏻

@sunshinehollandd @captaindanvxrs @jahayla-parker

#tom holland #tom holland blurb #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #miles teller #miles teller blurb #miles teller imagine #miles teller x reader #peter parker #peter parker blurb #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #sleepover #jordan's 7.8k sleepover <3

[justapurrcat]

10 underrated mutual fic writers? need some new stuff to read 😅

Ooof finally answering this! Sorry if it took me so long, but this week has been something...

@indouloureux @thollandsdarling @pbnjparker @sunshinehollandd @belovedholland @seolaseoul @peteprker @jahayla-parker @darlingparker @totheblood @ahoefortomholland @silkscream @userholland @venomsilk @vendettaparker @peterbenjiparker

I know you asked for ten, sorry, but to me, each one of my writing moots is underrated because they’re awesome and beautiful - and holy shit fucking reblog their jawdropping works people - and I love them and they deserve so much more more and more and a million notes on their posts simply wouldn’t be enough 💜

#anon #ask

[pbnjparker]

📝 hi! Could I please request a blurb with Tom Holland where the reader, the Holland brothers, and haz are going to pick up Tom from his wisdom tooth removal. He is on the medication from the surgery so he is really funny and loopy. The reader and him are best friends and he accidentally confesses that he loves the reader? (Basically a cute friends to lovers story) tyyy

an: to my lovely anon!! tysm for requesting and for participating in my bday celebration!! i hope you enjoy this short but sweet blurb :)

pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

"So when we get inside, Harry you're going to have to record every minute." Harrison said, "He's already a wit just imagine how he's going to be now that he's gone under."

You laughed and lightly shoved Harrison, "Don't be mean to Tom! Especially not now that he's vulnerable" You said looking over at Harry, "Don't stress him out too much." Harry nodded in agreement, "Y/N is right, I don't think we should stress Tom out." Sam said patting your shoulder.

"You guys make us two feel bad. We're not that bad, right?" You chuckled immediately, "You guys are bad. I'm sure he doesn't take anything to heart."

You reached over for the door handle, pushed the door open and walked over to the front desk, "Hi, we're here to pick up Tom Holland." You smiled, "You must be his girlfriend; he's been asking for you since he's been up." The nurse said, "Follow me to the back."

"Mr. Holland, your girlfriend is here." She said, "Oh, I'm not his girlfriend." You corrected her, "Of course you are silly." He slurred, smiling at you.

"Make sure he takes his antibiotics twice a day and bleeding should be normal but if you notice any excessive bleeding give us a call." You nodded softly, "I'll leave you two alone; he should be ready to go in about fifteen minutes. I'll let your friends back here as well soon."

Tom laughed, "Y/N, you're so pretty." He slurred again, "I'm so in love with you."

You smiled at Tom, "Is that so?" Tom nodded his head furiously, "Absolutely, I love you so much!" You laughed, "I love you too." You said softly; pressing a small kiss on Tom's forehead.

"Has he done anything dumb?" Harrison asked, "Harry don't stop rolling." Harry walked past you, immediately putting his phone in Tom's face, "Leave him alone guys!" You giggled, "He hasn't done anything dumb."

"I told Y/N that I love her." He sang, "And she loves me too!" He smiled grabbing your hand, "And we're getting married!"

"He just did!" Harrison said laughing, "You got that right, Harry?" He nodded, "Every single second."

tagging my lovely moots <3 (sorry for tagging u guys :p)

@belovedholland @gingerparker @darlingparker @seolaseoul @justapurrcat @buckybarnesandmarvel @sunshinehollandd @melodicheauxxo-writes @hollandfromhell

#q’d #pbnjparker #tshwritersnet #angi's celebration ✨ #tom holland fanfic #tom holland prompts #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland au #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland imagines #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x reader #fluff bllurb #tom holland fluff blurb #tom holland fluff blurbs #tom holland fluff

[sparklingsin]

ahoefortomholland -> sparklingsin

this is my psa for changing my url! (because i think the algorithm doesn't like the h*e in my name and i don't want to risk getting banned again even as a glitch. also i don't only write for tom anymore)

tagging some moots for visibility: @sunshinehollandd @justapurrcat @familyvideostevie @runesandmoons

#I'll change it in a day or two x #ash speaketh

[borhapparker]

writing commissions open!

hi y'all! i am finally (for i think the first time) opening commissions! as you guys know, i love writing, and i love creating new pieces with new ideas/settings/characters! i am now opening up writing commissions for those that want to get a personalized writing piece catered to their favorite character/actor/fandom! this does not mean that i will no longer be taking regular requests, those are still open! but now, if you want a personal writing piece with tom or one of the holland boys or even a winchester brother, i can do that with your name, attributes, etc !

below is how it works! i also take payments through paypal/venmo rather than ko-fi if that makes you more comfortable!

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here are the fandoms/characters/actors i will have open for writing commissions:

stranger things (steve harrington, billy hargrove, eddie munson, and their respective actors)

marvel (peter parker, bucky barnes, matt murdock, iron fist, moon knight, peter maximoff/xmen, warren worthington iii and their respective actors)

supernatural (sam and dean, castiel, jack, and their respective actors)

tom holland (his characters)/harry holland/sam holland/harrison osterfield

bohemian rhapsody (brian may, roger taylor, and their respective actors)

macgyver (lucas till/angus macgyver)

andrew garfield/tobey macguire (and their respective peter parker alternates)

matthew gray gubler/spencer reid

any and all prompts are open to me writing them! if you are curious as to what i do not accept, take a look here

i can also write for characters not mentioned but in the same fandoms! i may not have extensive knowledge but i can for sure try my best!

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my standard rate for written works is $0.01 USD per word. this translates to $1.00 per each 100 words. however, I am flexible depending on the request. see the end of this post for my restrictions. 

In every commission you must: - specify prompt/fandom - specify your pairing - provide as much detail as you deem necessary, or let me know if you’re giving me free reign over a concept

✧ Blurbs and Headcanons: I have a ko-fi where you can donate a coffee directly to me without being compensated if you so choose, or where I will write a blurb or headcanons for you if you leave your request and (optional) tumblr url in the message with your coffee.  blurbs will be min. 300 and max. 450 words per coffee (they are $3.00 each so it is discounted from my rate).  you can always message me to commission a blurb if you don’t want to pay through the ko-fi site.

✧ Drabbles: message me to commission a drabble. they will be a maximum of 1,000 - 1,200 words ($10 - 12) before it becomes a oneshot.  if you’re unsure if your request will be a blurb or a drabble, let me know! i’ll try to keep it as short as I can if you’d rather only pay for a blurb.

✧ Oneshots: please message me to commission a oneshot. i ask that you allow for a minimum of 1,300 - 2,000 words ($13 - 20) or it likely won’t be long enough to fulfill your request.  if your oneshot gets longer than 3,000 words, I will discount the rate from that point on to $0.0025 per word (this translates to $0.25 per extra hundred words after 3,000).  i will always round down for you if your total includes partial cents. 

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if you have any questions please don't hesitate to reach out! send me a message in my inbox or dm me ! thank you again and i look forward to getting commission requests!

tags: @pbnjparker @madmadmilk @webstersshark @hollandroos @spiderboytotherescue @justapurrcat @ahoefortomholland @sparkingsin @darling-parker @darlingparkers @silkscream @silkholland @sunshinehollandd @blissfulparker @boohooiamthefool @softholland @pererprk @tomhollandsblog @thollandsdarling @pvarker @totheblood @sunflowertomholland @slut4holland @gingerparker @darling-im-moonstruck

#ambs talks #ambs writing #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagines #marvel imagines #commissions #commission imagines #commission drabbles #commission oneshots #supernatural fanfics #marvel fanfics #stranger things fanfics #marvel #mcu #peter parker #sam winchester #edde munson #brian may #roger taylor #peter maximoff #steve harrington #billy hargrove #iron fist #daredevil #bucky barnes

[familyvideostevie]

WIP Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @shyposttree <3

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DnD campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

My current WIPs: (i dont have titles for asks normally but i made some up lol)

graduation

you are good, steve

pottery girl p2

sometimes its just you

the vest

crystal clear

don't push me away

dice goblin

vecna finds steve

I'll be your home

ask me about em if you DARE (jk please do)

Anyway, some no pressure tagging (but not as many as i have wip, and as always anyone who sees this and wants to do it, do!!): @plainemmanem @desireav @witchwyfe @sunlitide @finalgirleddiemunson @sunshinehollandd @spideyboipete

#good god this is so many #yikes! #tag games #this is cute tho send me some asks about these #some have no words but ill make do #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #emma rambles