#honeysuckleharringtons's summer camp!

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any chance you could do Counselors' Lounge for steve please? 🫶🏼💫

hi, love!! i am so so sorry this took so long to get out, work stuff happened and mental health stuff happened but i hope this was worth the wait! it's also not technically workplace but they are working at a summer camp, but if you wanted something else, feel free to leave another ask and i write a new one hehe 🫶🏻💛

"Take Me To The Lake" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: In which Steve's last summer at his childhood summer camp becomes his favorite summer ever.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,048 (she got a lil wordy oops)

Content Warning: reader and steve are implied to be around 18/19, sexual humor and fade to black smut bc steve is a hoe, light mentions of food, mostly fluff but a lil angsty at times, possibly bad descriptions of volleyball bc it's been a minute since i played, reader from ohio lol, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: yeah i did name it after a taylor lyric, what about it??

Originally Written: 07/07/2024 through 0718/2024

Beta Read By: @writer-in-theory 🫶🏻❤️

masterlist | summer celebration

“You're going down!” Steve shouted from his side of the sandy volleyball court, hands on his hips to further prove his point.

You simply shook your head. “You wish, pretty boy!” It looked a whole lot like he mouthed something to the effect of ‘Yeah, I do,’ but a children's summer camp wasn't exactly the place to unpack that.

Camp Clearwater was probably your favorite place on Earth, and it was the one place on Earth where you were guaranteed a month of wonderful bliss with your favorite person ever. To say it was your favorite month of all twelve in a year was probably a little biased, but when you were getting to see the one person on the planet you adored more than anyone else, it was hard not to pick favorites.

Steve Harrington had started out just like any other camper in your eyes: for one, your rival, considering you were never on the same team at camp due to gender differences; not to mention, he was someone you only saw that one time of year. But, thanks to raging hormones at the wonderful age of thirteen, a chance game of “spin the bottle” after dark had brought the two of you together and you'd been inseparable ever since. Sure, you were pretty much only guaranteed the month of July together, but after that fateful first kiss, you called each other every night and all but forced your parents to drive you to the other's city every now and again for a date or two.

“Alright, when the whistle blows, the Ladybugs will serve,” the announcer practically yelled through the bullhorn. Your bones rattled with the volume of her shout, but it only added to the excitement coursing through you.

The whistle blew, the ball went up, and Kimmy smacked it right into the back corner of the court. Was it cheating for you to pick your two best players for the championship set? Maybe, but with Kimmy's precise serves and Megan's ability to keep the ball in the air no matter how many times she had to dive or slide, it would feel wrong for anyone else to be on that court.

The girls met in the middle of the court for a high five, clearly proud of the serve. Cheering them on from the sidelines, you yelled, “Good job with the ace, girls!”

The ball went up again, this time a lighter serve that barely made it over the net, taking out the setter of Steve's team. Still, they managed to keep the ball up, even with the weaker of their players being the one to spike the ball back over to your side of the court. It went back and forth a few times, eventually ending when Kimmy's block went out of bounds.

Steve had definitely brought his A Game when training the two boys on his team, seeing as most of the round, both your team and his were neck and neck on points. Before you knew it, the score was twenty-three to twenty-three, and either team needed only two more points to win.

In hindsight, maybe it wasn't the best decision to coach against your boyfriend. Sure, healthy competition was always a good thing in relationships, but it was Steve's last year as a counselor, and you'd hate for him to walk away sad. Although, from the crease forming between his brows, you could tell that he was more stressed than anything right now.

“Come on, guys, you got this!” he shouted from his side of the court, hands clapping loudly in excitement. You couldn't resist doing the same, turning to your own team and cheering them on.

The next point went to the Ladybugs when Megan surprised them with a tip that fell right over the net, giving the guys' team basically no time to bounce back. You were one point away, and the thought of winning the championship—even if it was only just at some summer camp—made your heart rattle inside your rib cage.

Then, the Beetles took the next point with a shocking service ace, keeping their team and the game alive.

Two more points and again, it was anyone's game. Your heart pounded and your hands shook at the exhilaration and thrill that this game was giving you.

The ball went back and forth, back and forth, until you'd forgotten you were a coach, not a spectator. You were just as entranced by the ball as the parents watching from the bleachers were, and you didn't even realize what had happened until all the girls on your team came flooding over to you, all squeals and cheers.

“We did it!” one girl, Britt, screamed as she jumped up and down. Another squealed, apparently incapable of forming words. Megan and Kimmy were all smiles as they did the handshake all the girls in your cabin had started doing toward the beginning of the month.

You couldn't help but be proud of your girls, not just Kimmy and Megan, but each of the girls on your team that had fought for this year's trophy. In a sense, it was your last trophy, since you'd now graduated high school and wouldn't be playing in college. Though, you definitely were coming back to Camp Clearwater every summer you could.

After your celebratory dinner in the dining hall and the most bittersweet of goodbyes as you sent all your new friends back home to their parents, you couldn't help but search for your ‘rival’ coach to see how he was handling things.

You found him back in his cabin, alone since all the campers had already been sent home. Walls that were usually filled with posters of baseball players and favorite movies were now bare, beds that normally housed pre-teens were now vacant, and the boy who usually wore a smile was now sporting a frown, one that displayed what looked like sadness and homesickness.

“Cheer up, pretty boy,” you said, catching his attention, his eyes darting up to meet your figure where you stood in the doorway. “You've always known I'm better than you at volleyball.”

He snickered, his frown slightly disappearing. “You wish.”

You stepped closer to him, shutting the cabin's front door lightly behind yourself. “What was that you mouthed at me today? Yeah, I do?”

Steve rolled his eyes, though his expression displayed joy at your words. “Thought you might not have caught that.”

Your hands met his hair, swiping through the brown strands delicately. “I'm a better lip reader than you thought, Harrington.”

“Yeah, that's not your only specialty with lips though, is it?”

A scoff escaped your lips. “Is that all you think about?”

“Sometimes,” he said, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. “But mostly I just think about how pretty you are and how lucky I am.”

A smile pulled at your own lips, your heart nearly melting at his sweet words. Still, despite his demeanor, you still felt the need to ask, “Are we okay after today? No hard feelings?”

His brows creased. “Why wouldn't we be okay?”

“I did beat you at your very last Beach Bug tournament,” you reminded him, your hands moving down to his own and interlocking your fingers.

“Don't remind me,” he said dramatically, throwing his head back. Then, he met your eyes again, his expression sickeningly sweet. “Seriously though, we're okay.”

You held out your pinky finger, a pout appearing on your face. “You prommy?”

He locked his pinky around yours. “Yes, I prommy,” he replied sarcastically before pulling your hand up to his mouth and kissing the knuckles.

Then he was pulling you onto the bed with him, both your legs and his braiding together as they dangled off the side of the mattress. Steve's hand met your waist as he pulled you into his side while his lips met your head for a soft kiss.

“Weird how this is the last weekend I'll spend in one of these cabins,” he mentioned as his eyes darted from you to the roof.

“Don't remind me,” you parroted his words from before, only this time they were true.

His hand slid down to meet your bare leg, skin sun-kissed from all the time you'd been spending in it lately. You noticed his eyes avoiding yours, and the homesickness that swirled in them. The two of you still had another forty-eight hours before you had to leave each other, and yet he was already longing to be back in your arms.

“I do have some somewhat good news, though.”

Your heart raced at the possibilities, though your brows wrinkled in confusion. “What?”

“Well, I was gonna tell you over the phone when I found out but I thought it would be better to tell you in person. Just in case I don't get the reaction I'm hoping for.”

This only made you more confused. “Why would I be upset over good news?”

By now, the two of you had made your way back to sitting, his legs still dangling from the bed while yours were now pulled underneath yourself. Steve’s eyes were more serious now, his breathing speeding up as he got closer to his confession. “Do you remember how I said I was moving for college?”

“Yeah, your dad was trying to get you into U of Chicago,” you waved your hand as you remembered his words. “Alma Mater crap, right?”

Steve chuckled at your question. “I may have not been entirely sincere about the whole thing.”

He just kept adding to your state of confusion. “What are you talking about?”

Steve took your hands in his, watching as they intertwined once again. “He was trying to get me into UChi… but that's not where I'm going.”

“What are you…”

The next statement had your heart racing just as much as the volleyball match that afternoon. “I got into Bowling Green.”

Your mouth flew open as your arms wrapped around his neck, squeals flying out of your mouth left and right. “You're kidding!”

His head shook against your shoulder where it rested, and you swore you felt a tear slip against your tee shirt. “I know it's not Denison, but-”

“It's here. It's two hours away from me. Not six.” By now, tears were forming in your own eyes, your smile wider than the lake outside of that cabin. You pulled his face away from your shoulder, meeting his gaze again. “Why would I be upset over this?”

Those big brown eyes you loved fell down to the floor, his tears drying up in an instant. “It doesn't mean I can come back here.”

You wiped at a stray drop of water on his cheek, causing him to shiver at the touch. “Why not?”

“My dad made an agreement with me. If I promised him my summers at the firm, I could promise you my weekends during the school year.”

Butterflies shot off in your stomach like fireworks. He may not have been able to give you everything you wanted, but he could give you enough. And that was simply all you needed.

Hands made their way into dark brown, beautiful strands. Lips met skin, the pulse point of his neck to be precise. “Steven,” one kiss, “Otis,” another kiss, on his jaw, “Harrington,” one last kiss, underneath his ear.

“Hmm?” he asked. You could almost hear his eyebrow cocking upward.

Another long kiss, then a small nibble to his earlobe. “I love you.”

“You're insane.”

His tee shirt made a light thump against the floor. “Insane for you.”

Steve looked down at you through dark eyelashes, meeting you with a half smirk. “I take it you're excited about this whole thing?”

“Very,” you nodded, your grin outright showy at this point. “You remember earlier how you said I was going down?”

The man could hardly keep his composure as your hands met the button of his shorts. “You are truly insane.”

“Maybe…” You finally made your way off the bed, sinking to your knees in front of him. “Do you wanna find out how insane I truly am?”

“I've died. I'm in Heaven right now. Or Hell, one of the two.”

“Me too, Stevie,” you said, leaving a kiss on his knee. “Me too.”

-> taglist: @dungeons-are-too-cold @ducky-died-inside @awkotaco24 @liberhoe @princesseddie @corrodedseraphine @manuosorioh @esoltis280 @mochminnie

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can u do happy camper or dear diary for Billy, por favor 🙏🏻 ily, bestie

"Fear Of Water" ~ B. Hargrove

Summary: When Reader tells Billy they want to learn how to swim, he is determined to help them overcome their fear of the water.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x GN!Reader (i believe!)

Word Count: 1,162

Content Warning: mild swearing, food talk, Reader has aquaphobia, newly established relationship, first kisses!!!!

Extra Notes: yes the name of the fic is from a Noah Kahan song, don't judge me; inspired by this prompt list from @novelbear

Originally Written: 06/02/2024 through 06/03/2024

Beta Read By: @serenity-lattes and @dungeons-are-too-cold 🫶🏻❤️

masterlist | summer celebration

“You're just making excuses at this point,” Billy huffed from his spot in the shallow end of the pool. Though his arms were underwater, you could tell they were on his hips, exasperation evident in his features.

“But it's too cold,” you squealed. Despite the summer sun beating down on the pool, the water was still freezing. Your toe had barely dipped into the water before you were retreating.

When you'd finally mustered up the courage to ask Billy to teach you how to swim, you thought that would be it. You'd felt confident as he pulled up to your house that morning, telling you he'd managed to get a key to the community pool and would be taking you there for the afternoon. You'd even felt confident changing into your swimsuit and walking out to the empty pool. But the second you got remotely close to the water, you were practically fleeing, your heart racing toward a panic attack.

Billy took a couple steps in your direction, stretching out his long, sun-tanned arm and beckoning you into the pool. “I've got you, I promise.”

In your heart, you knew he did, but the anxiety from your fear of water was talking you down, reminding you how you'd never be brave enough to do it. “What if I drown?” You wanted to believe the question was pointless, but your anxiety spoke louder than your sensibility.

“You know I'd never let that happen to you,” your boyfriend replied, his tone soft but joking. “I mean, I'm CPR Certified and in case you forgot, I'm a freaking lifeguard.”

“But what if-”

He cut you off with a sigh. “What'll it take to get you down here?”

You thought for a moment, before landing on, “Maybe you can help me in?”

In a couple long strides, he had reached the edge of the pool, his arms reaching out for you. It was then that you realized just how long his limbs were, because he was placing his hands on your hips and slowly lowering you into the water.

Immediately, your hands gripped his shoulders, holding onto him like your life depended on it. Still, he was being sweet about the whole thing, saying, “I've got you. Just hold onto me. I won't let anything happen to you, okay?”

Once you started to feel adjusted to the pool and brave enough to let go of Billy's hand, he went straight to teaching. In his few months as a lifeguard at the Hawkins Community Pool, he'd picked up all sorts of exercises and tips to help you learn quickly.

His hands never left you as he guided you through each movement. Billy held your waist as you practiced pushing your arms through the water, then stayed right beside you as you practiced pushing off the side of the pool. Neverending compliments and cheers left his lips, and he greeted you with a proud smile every time you turned to look at him. Your heart did somersaults at his continuous praise, the words somehow managing to bring even the tiniest bit of confidence back to you.

“Alright,” he started, “it's getting kind of late. Whaddaya say we try one last exercise and then grab some grub?”

As if on cue, your stomach grumbled at the thought. “I like that idea,” you replied with a giggle.

With that, he headed toward the opposite side of the pool. Panic started to sting in your veins as he got further away from you, the water feeling like it was closing in on you.

“What are you doing?” you asked before swallowing a golf ball sized lump in your throat.

“If it's okay with you, I'm gonna stand over here and you're gonna swim to me. You're just going across the shallow end, so even if something happens, you'll still be safe. If you wanna stop, all you gotta do is stand up and then you're done, okay? I've got you. I promise.”

You started to shake your head. “Are you sure I can do it?”

Billy shot you a smile, his teeth all pearly whites in the sunset rays. “I know you can do it, babe.”

The nickname sent heat straight to your cheeks. With your relationship being fairly new, nicknames were something that weren't too common yet, so when he used them, it made your heart flutter. Still, even his confidence in you didn't seem sufficient enough to make you believe in yourself.

“Are you sure? What if I screw up and forget everything you taught me?”

He gave you a sympathetic look. “I know it's scary, but you'll never know if you don't try.”

After a few more moments of contemplation and mustering courage, you felt yourself kicking off. You took a deep breath, paddling through the water just like he'd taught you, kicking your feet like “little flippers” as he'd called them.

Before you knew it, you'd made it across the pool to him, landing in his arms, safe and sound.

“Look at you!” he shouted. “You did amazing, sugar!”

You squealed, water bouncing around you as your arms flapped in excitement. “I did it, Billy! I did it!”

In one swift motion, his hands landed on either side of your face. Without giving you time to process it, his lips were smashing into yours, chapped skin somehow managing to become your favorite feeling in the world. It was all chlorine and cigarettes and cheap cologne, his taste and smell and touch filling every molecule of you.

You'd never seen Billy blush, honestly you thought he was probably incapable of it, but sure enough, his cheeks were bright pink as he pulled away.

“What was that for?” you said after a moment of taking everything in.

His hands moved from your cheeks down to your waist. “I'm just so damn proud of you.”

You did your best to fight the smile that tugged at your lips, but his sweet words and kind actions throughout the day were just too much for you to resist. “Well, I had a great teacher.”

Billy opened his mouth, but his words were cut off by a rather loud growl of his stomach. “It appears your teacher is ready for that post-lesson meal.”

You giggled, giving him a soft peck on the cheek. “Come on. I'm in the mood for some burgers.”

The two of you pulled yourselves out of the pool, heading toward the showers to dry off and change clothes. “Hey, can we go to The Blue Plate?” you asked quickly, hungry for your favorite diner in town.

“Yeah, sounds good.”

Another small squeak left your lips. “Good! We can get strawberry milkshakes and I can show you what color your cheeks were just now.”

A scoff of fake offense exited him, his shoulder playfully shoving into yours. “I did not blush. And if you keep that up, I won't get you any milkshakes.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, strawberry boy.”

-> taglist: @ducky-died-inside @awkotaco24 @liberhoe @hereiamhereigo @esoltis280

[honeysuckleharringtons]

You are invited to:

Hello, lovely people of the internet! I promise I am not dead, just been going through some things lol. On a happier note though, I am so excited to share this little thing with you all!

Idk why but like a week ago I just randomly decided "hey, what better way to celebrate summer than by writing about a certain bat wielding bisexual who takes up every crevice of my mind?" and thus...

IT'S TIME FOR SUMMER CAMP!

The Main Attractions:

Happy Camper - fluff requests

Looking to cuddle with your muse by the fire? Then look no further than "Happy Camper"!

Bow and Arrow - angst requests

Maybe you're looking for something a bit more ouchie? If so, "Bow and Arrow" is right up your alley!

Dear Diary - headcanon requests

Want a quick summer read that's short, sweet, and to the point? Just ask for "Dear Diary"!

I Want S'more:

Cabin Fever - domestic!au

Wanting to spend the day at your vacation home with your muse? Then "Cabin Fever" is the way to go!

Counselors' Lounge - work!au

Do you love a good colleagues to lovers moment? You should ask for "Counselors' Lounge"!

Talent Show - celebrity!au

Have you or your muse always wanted to be a rockstar? Then look no further than "Talent Show"!

Macaroni Necklaces - royalty!au

Perhaps you've always wanted to be treated like the queen you are? Well, "Macaroni Necklaces" should be just right for you!

"Ghost Stories" - fantasy!au

Looking to add a supernatural flare to your blurb? Just ask for "Ghost Stories"!

Past Universes I'm Happy to Write for Again:

Single Dad!Steve

Brew and Me!Steve

Cat Dad!Eddie

Star Boy!Billy

Any other fics you'd like to see spin-offs of, really!

The Rules:

🎒 This event will run through until July 31st! - okay, so the flyer is a bit misleading... but i promise, August will have something just as exciting as this event!

🎒 Send asks to designated blogs! - i think it goes without saying this is a courtesy to me so i don't get posts confused. but if you have any questions about my other blogs, or really anything related to requests, be sure to check my pinned post or just ask me!

🎒 Please be respectful to the blogger and to others! - remember to use your noggin when putting in requests! treat people with kindness always!

🎒 Please be understanding when putting in requests! - i am simply one person who has ebbs and flows in life. while i try to get to everything in a timely manner, i do get overwhelmed sometimes. please be courteous and gracious when putting in requests. i promise i see all of you and try to get to everything as quickly as i can!

Thank you all so much for bearing with me these past few months! I know there are things you're all still waiting (cough cough, B&M ending) but I am thankful that you've all been very patient. I am so thankful for each and every single of you. I wish you all a very happy summer! ⛵️🧡

mutuals! feel free to spread the word if you'd like! no pressure as always! ❤️

@dungeons-are-too-cold @writer-in-theory @rupsmorge @serenity-lattes @stevesmunsons @appocalipse @reputationmunson @sadgirlml @gay-prentiss

dividers: @strangergraphics

[honeysuckleharringtons]

☆ honeysuckleharringtons's masterlist ☆

☆ - author's recommendation

♡ - fluff

♤ - angst

♧ - spicy

Steve Harrington:

"Heaven" ~ 0.8K words ☆♡

Summary: When Y/N and Steve attend Joyce and Hopper's wedding together, it gets the two of them thinking about their own wedding—something comparable to heaven.

Content Warning: light mentions of alcohol and food consumption, light mentions of Vecna, light mentions of the Mind Flayer, lmk if i missed anything!

"honeysuckleharringtons' whumptober 2022" ~ word count N/A ♤♡

Series Summary: A collection of whumpy, mostly hurt/comfort Steve Harrington fics.

Series Warnings: check individual chapters for content warnings on each!

"single dad!steve x fem!reader blurbs" ~ word count N/A ☆♡

Series Summary: a collection of blurbs about Steve and his daughter Lori, and her attempts to set Steve up with a pretty woman named Y/N.

Series Warnings: check individual chapters for content warnings on each!

"Steve Harrington's SFW Alphabet" ~ word count N/A ☆♡

Summary: my opinions and thoughts about Steve related to the SFW Alphabet prompts!!

Content Warnings: mentions of smut but not in details so 16+ just in case, food consumption, a creepy man flirts with R but Steve shuts him down, minor mention of the upside down

"Socks" ~ 0.3K words ☆♡

Summary: a cute lil blurb about sleepy!Steve's thoughts on socks <3

Warnings: mentions of feet, that's literally it

"Ours" ~ 1K words ☆♡

Summary: Just a cute little fic about Reader and Steve moving into their first apartment together 🫶🏻

Content Warning: food consumption, minor sexual humor, tiny mention of weed

"Stars Around My Scars" ~ 1.1K words ☆♤

Summary: What if instead of Jonathan and Nancy luring the Demogorgon out with blood… it was Steve and Reader? And what if, a year later, they feel bonded by their trauma?

Content Warning: lots of talk about the Demogorgon, lots of talk about scars, in depth panic attack, mentions of fire, mentions of drowning, mentions of tattoos, mild swearing, no use of Y/N

"Fall-ing In Love" ~ 0.5K words ☆♡

Summary: Just a cutie lil fic about Steve's favorite girl stealing his favorite sweater.

Content Warning: mentions of food, no use of Y/N

"You Okay?" ~ word count N/A ♤♡

Summary: Some headcanons about the four times Steve insists he's okay + the one time he tells you he's not.

Content Warning: allusions to steve being treated not so well by his parents as a kid, part of this does mention some upside down violence, tiny mention of food

"Love and Pumpkin War" ~ 1.1K words ♡

Summary: Steve and Reader have themselves a little pumpkin carving competition and it takes a much different turn than expected. All's fair in love and pumpkin carving, right?

Content Warning: mild sexual humor, mild swearing, food talk sorta (lots of pumpkin references), pumpkin guts are mentioned way too many times

"Brew and Me" ~ word count TBD

Series Summary: A dual timeline series about Y/N Byers, a part-time barista/student and full-time mother, and Steve Harrington, a quippy but attractive nursing student, and the game she creates in order for him to score a date with her.

Series Warnings: in-depth details about teen pregnancy and its symptoms, in-depth talk about absent fathers and shitty men, details of earthquakes, mentions of hospitals/medical talk, food talk.

"Take Me To The Lakes" ~ 2K words ☆♡

Summary: In which Steve's last summer at his childhood summer camp becomes his favorite summer ever.

Content Warning: reader and steve are implied to be around 18/19, sexual humor and fade to black smut, light mentions of food, mostly fluff but a lil angsty at times

Billy Hargrove:

"The L Word" ~ 1K words ☆♡

Summary: When Y/N asks Billy why he likes her so much, his answer is a much different outcome than she'd expected.

Content Warning: Billy smoking cigarettes, swearing, i think that might be it?

"When You're Sober" ~ 0.5K words ♡

Summary: Billy has to help a drunk Y/N sneak in and change her clothes, that's literally the fic 💀

Content Warning: drunk!reader, very mild swearing, very mild sexual humor, lmk if i missed anything!

"Ghost Of You" ~ 0.6K words ☆♤

Summary: Reader tries to convince Billy to come back to Hawkins, even when they both know why he can't do that.

Content Warning: mild swearing, mentions of food, ghost!au? and oh yeah lots of angst, lmk if i missed anything!

"Star Boy" ~ 1K words ☆♡

Summary: When Billy and Reader go for a late-night drive, the stars are just too beautiful to not stop and gaze at them.

Content Warnings: a mild sexual joke

"Fear Of Water" ~ 1.1K words ☆♡

Summary: When Reader tells Billy they want to learn how to swim, he is determined to help them overcome their fear of the water.

Content Warning: mild swearing, food talk, Reader has aquaphobia

Eddie Munson:

"Bat Boy and Baby Girl" ~ 0.5K words ♡

Summary: Eddie Munson, lover of all things Halloween, takes Reader, hater of all things spooky, to a haunted house.

Content Warning: explicit language, mentions of blood, mentions of knives, lmk if i missed anything!

"Forever Valentine" ~ 0.9K words ☆♤♡

Summary: When you aren't feeling yourself one Valentine's Day, Eddie is determined to make you feel better and let you know that you are his forever valentine.

Content Warning: Reader is lowkey depressed, mentions of food, sorta implied smut but not really?

"Black Cats Need Candy Too" ~ 0.6K words ☆♡

Summary: In which You and Eddie are greeted by one last surprise trick-or-treater at the end of the night.

Content Warning: literally nothing that i can think of, she's nothing but pure fluff

Jonathan Byers:

"In Your Dreams" ~ 0.6K words ♡

Summary: When Reader is having a hard time with her Halloween makeup, she uses Jonathan as her canvas to practice.

Content Warning: mild sexual humor, mild horror movie talk (Freddy Krueger is mentioned a couple times)

[honeysuckleharringtons]

announcement time!

i have decided to extend this through the month of August!

keep those requests rolling in! 🫶🏻

You are invited to:

Hello, lovely people of the internet! I promise I am not dead, just been going through some things lol. On a happier note though, I am so excited to share this little thing with you all!

Idk why but like a week ago I just randomly decided "hey, what better way to celebrate summer than by writing about a certain bat wielding bisexual who takes up every crevice of my mind?" and thus...

IT'S TIME FOR SUMMER CAMP!

The Main Attractions:

Happy Camper - fluff requests

Looking to cuddle with your muse by the fire? Then look no further than "Happy Camper"!

Bow and Arrow - angst requests

Maybe you're looking for something a bit more ouchie? If so, "Bow and Arrow" is right up your alley!

Dear Diary - headcanon requests

Want a quick summer read that's short, sweet, and to the point? Just ask for "Dear Diary"!

I Want S'more:

Cabin Fever - domestic!au

Wanting to spend the day at your vacation home with your muse? Then "Cabin Fever" is the way to go!

Counselors' Lounge - work!au

Do you love a good colleagues to lovers moment? You should ask for "Counselors' Lounge"!

Talent Show - celebrity!au

Have you or your muse always wanted to be a rockstar? Then look no further than "Talent Show"!

Macaroni Necklaces - royalty!au

Perhaps you've always wanted to be treated like the queen you are? Well, "Macaroni Necklaces" should be just right for you!

"Ghost Stories" - fantasy!au

Looking to add a supernatural flare to your blurb? Just ask for "Ghost Stories"!

Past Universes I'm Happy to Write for Again:

Single Dad!Steve

Brew and Me!Steve

Cat Dad!Eddie

Star Boy!Billy

Any other fics you'd like to see spin-offs of, really!

The Rules:

🎒 This event will run through until July 31st! - okay, so the flyer is a bit misleading... but i promise, August will have something just as exciting as this event!

🎒 Send asks to designated blogs! - i think it goes without saying this is a courtesy to me so i don't get posts confused. but if you have any questions about my other blogs, or really anything related to requests, be sure to check my pinned post or just ask me!

🎒 Please be respectful to the blogger and to others! - remember to use your noggin when putting in requests! treat people with kindness always!

🎒 Please be understanding when putting in requests! - i am simply one person who has ebbs and flows in life. while i try to get to everything in a timely manner, i do get overwhelmed sometimes. please be courteous and gracious when putting in requests. i promise i see all of you and try to get to everything as quickly as i can!

Thank you all so much for bearing with me these past few months! I know there are things you're all still waiting (cough cough, B&M ending) but I am thankful that you've all been very patient. I am so thankful for each and every single of you. I wish you all a very happy summer! ⛵️🧡

mutuals! feel free to spread the word if you'd like! no pressure as always! ❤️

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