No reason is needed for loving. Steve Harrington / oc © aquamcnti 2022

How can we go back to being friends when we just shared a bed? The Summer I Turned Pretty © aquamcnti 2025

DISCONTINUED "Hey, Jackie, can we talk one ten to another?" "You're a seven, but continue." Steve Harrington x OC Post Season 1 - Season 3

In which Hawkins resident slut uses the resident freak to numb the pain of loosing her asshole boyfriend. VOL. 004 Started: June 20, 2022 Finished: September 20, 2022 Eddie Munson x OC VOL. 005 Started: Finished: (there will be smut)

In which the chief of police's daughter has everyone in Hawkins eating out of the palm of her hand... including three boys in particular. • • • ( Season 1 - 4 ) Fem! OC x Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove x Eddie Munson

An Atsumu x Reader fanfic inspired by Requiem for a Dream Atsumu Miya has always been chasing something. Fame, perfection, the high that dulls the ache of never being enough. With you at his side, he dreams of escape: a future built on promises whispered in the haze of late-night highs. But as the seasons pass and the addiction deepens, Atsumu begins to lose himself-first in the needle, then in the lies. You try to save him, even as he drags you down with him, both of you clinging to the dream long after it's turned into a nightmare. Love becomes a transaction. Hope becomes delusion. And in the end, all that's left is the quiet collapse.

𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨, 𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

❝𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯?❞ A youthful woman remains in search of a job, to compensate for the boredom she has. However, a niche job ad envelops her eyes -- leading her on the path of a wealthy, ethereal businessman. The simplicity of his offer temps the curious woman, particularly with the offer being lovingly manageable -- honing the hours of flexibility. Smartly, it lingers as a position that consists of minimal labour and devoting herself to his son. Yet, the simpleness of the job is more than she has unpredictably bargained with -- painting herself within a dire, unseverable contract. Is the unravelling job and the extremely pristine lifestyle more than she can control? A lifestyle so misfortunately and fortunately altered with intangible whims and woes? Control. 29/05/21

━━━ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅 | ❝𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅?❞ ▬▬▬▬ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･･ﾟ 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵: 𝗃𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌. 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗃𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 × 𝗈𝖼 ©𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗒𝗎𝖾 𝟤𝟢𝟤1

Cassiopeia Black should have been a son. She should have listened to her mother. She should have been born with working ears. She should have unlearned her father's rage. She should have been a better daughter. She should have unfisted her hands and set down the broom. She should have been a Black brother, not just their sister. Cassiopeia Black should have been a son. But she wasn't a son, and that's what made Cassiopeia, Cassy. The queen of Slytherin had always been Bellatrix, but everyone knew that Cassy was their golden girl. At the top of their class for three years, she was also their Quidditch captain. Even when she spent her entire fourth year being bullied by her house, that somehow only certified her even more as their golden girl. She belonged to Slytherin. Even when they despised her. Her twin, Regulus, was perfectly comfortable sitting back and watching his classmates treat her like an unreal being, for good and bad. In fact, he and Sirius both had not concerned themselves with Cassy since their 2nd year. They were the Black Brothers, and she was the Black Daughter; the two hadn't intercepted in three years. Cassy was still getting used to that fact, but she didn't have much time to, especially now in her fifth year when her time was being pulled between Quidditch, two certain Hufflpuff boys and her friends scattered between the houses. Cassy liked to pretend she didn't know how Slytherin perceived her; she was slightly disgusted by it - she had fought far too many of them to idolize her. But at the end of the day, the bruises on her knuckles had faded, and her last name had not. Unfortunately for them, she had yet to take anything at Hogwarts seriously. Sirius let out his trauma in late nights. Regulus bit his tongue and let it sit in his throat. Cassy liked to pretend it had never happened while it lingered like an infection in the back of her mind. But the infection was spreading, and Cassy didn't know what she'd do when it consumed her.