#ik that shes canonically big and fluffy from what i remember but i like to imagine her as lean and sparsely fluffed

[cannibalmapleshade]

miss mommy must murder

[hargrove-mayfields]

so sorry im late asking this (i was waiting for you to get more, super surprised you didn’t get more asks tbh) but could I hear more about your wips “I have a crush on Barbara Holland” “baby fic” and “HOH Steve” also if it’s not too much “girlyfriends” and “cali house” and “medical emergency” ik ik that’s a lot but I’d honestly want hear about ALL of you wips in that list if i could. thank u in advance

It’s alright anon! I’ll accept these asks until I run out of WIPs to talk about!

I have a crush on Barbara Holland- This one is a soulmates au, where Steve has his soulmates initials, B.H., on his wrist, and he is whole heartedly convinced that that person is Barb. He’s very much in love with her, and there’s lots of talk about how pretty and nice she is (hence the title lol) but eventually she reveals that he isn’t her soulmate. Before she had hid the initials on her own wrist under a watch or a chunky bracelet, but she feels guilty, and shows Steve that her mark had long ago faded, because her soulmate passed away when they were in elementary school. Steve decides, despite how much value he used to hold in the whole soulmate thing, he doesn’t care about who some stupid mark says he should be with, so him and Barb date until her death. He’s heart broken, but the sadness very quickly turns into so much anger after Billy Hargrove, another B.H. rolls into town with a little S.H. on his wrist. He feels like the universe or whoever is even in charge of this soulmate bullshit is spiting him for thinking he could fall in love with someone he wasn’t destined to be with, so he rejects Billy for a long, long time, even after he himself figured it out that Steve is his match. When he does start to feel that way about Billy, he struggles with so much guilt and has to go through a very long grieving process to be comfortable with his feelings, because he’s not even sure if they’re his genuine feelings or the work of this soulmate bond. Very long and very angsty.

baby fic- Nancy gets pregnant that first time at the party with Tommy and Carol, and her and Steve try really really hard to make things work out for their baby, but it just isn’t meant to be. They make an arrangement that the Harringtons are very not pleased with, where Nancy has the baby at the Byers house half the time (because let’s be honest I think the Wheelers house is not really a safe place to be raising a baby) and Steve has her the rest of the time. Because it was like, a much more mature breakup without the cheating and the drunken confessions, they’re still pretty close friends. When the upside down starts making an appearance again, they have to try to figure out how to navigate it with this little four month old baby, and that means getting some help involved. Billy shows up at the Byers and instead of a fight, Steve’s all exhausted like oh good, you’re finally here, and gives him the worlds fastest run down of this monster fighting shit with a crying baby on his hip, and like, Billy just can’t say no to him asking him to go into the tunnels while he watches the baby. There is eventual Harringrove after a while, but it’s a slow burn for sure. This is also probably the least serious and least angsty thing I have ever started to write.

HOH Stevie- They’re all in the government hospital getting their post Starcourt once overs, Billy and El of course being rushed into surgery, and Steve’s about to get discharged when he gets addressed by name and just, does not respond at all. The doctor is like hmm, and checks his ears, and they find out he has almost no hearing in his left ear, and only about forty percent in the right. All that head trauma from the Russians and then all of the explosions of the fireworks, it leaves him deaf.

Everyone tries to be supportive, but his dad refuses to let him get hearing aids because he doesn’t believe he actually needs them (Steve’s a diagnosed hypochondriac) so for the next several months while his parents are still home waiting for their next trip, he’s struggling. He basically gets iced out by the party because he just can’t hear anything they’re saying, and the kids get tired of repeating themselves, and Nancy got insulted the one time he told her her voice is too quiet, and Robin wants to do things right for him, but she forgets sometimes, and will ramble on about something without looking at him and everytime he’s like great, I didn’t catch a single word of that, lovely talk though. It’s very frustrating and isolating and nobody seems to want to make accommodations for him.

The very same day that his parents leave for their latest vacation, he goes back to hospital. At first he just has to get more testing done, since it had been upwards of six months since the last time they saw him, and on his way out he notices Max in the waiting room chairs. He hadn’t seen much of her at all since Starcourt, so he checks on her, and at first she tells him to go away, because her friends have said some not so nice things about how much time she spends at the hospital, and assumes Steve is there to tell her Billy isn’t worth it too. Because that’s not the case, he ends up going in the room to visit Billy with her.

They do the small talk, the awkward, sorry about the fact that you’ve been in the hospital for six months now and nobody wants to come see you thing, and at some point Billy realizes that Steve can’t hear a damned thing he’s saying. He tests his theory by saying Steve’s name when he’s not looking and just waiting for him to answer but, surprise he doesn’t because he didn’t hear it at all, and Billy’s just like, you’re deaf aren’t you?

The progression of the fic is basically Steve coming to visit Billy everytime he has an appointment for his hearing (and more, but Bill doesn’t know that) but the day of his last appointment to make sure his hearing aids are functioning as well as they ever will for how bad off his hearing is, Billy’s acting different.

When he’d first walked into his room Billy had been surprisingly bright eyed and bushy-tailed for what he went through, but now he’s just acting all mopey. Max makes him tell Steve what’s wrong, and he confesses that he feels like he’s going to get left behind now that Steve’s all better, because then he has no real reason to visit him anymore. But Steve has one very good reason, and the rest of the story is him making sure Billy knows it.

girlyfriends- This’n’s sort of a non-canon compliant character study about aromantic! Billy, focusing on how awful and uncomfortable he felt with his past girlfriends, messing up dates and never going as far as they wanted him to, which at the time he pinned on liking boys instead, but then after he gets with Steve, he feels like this is different and he likes it, but he’s still not too big on all the lovey dovey, romance stuff. He rationalizes it as like, maybe just being a side effect of him being an asshole or something, but he‘s actually super insecure about how he is in relationships. There is a fluffy resolution though where he embraces his identity, it’s really not all doom and gloom, boo hoo I hate myself stuff.

cali house- Years after Starcourt, the boys have moved to a decent house in California using their government hush hush money, and they’re there for only about a month when Billy’s mother shows up at their door.

She says she caught wind that her son was back in town and wanted to come see him, after all this time. Billy of course lets her back in his life immediately, his mom meant so much to his recovery process and now that she’s here, he can’t turn her away, but Steve’s a little suspicious of her intentions.

He thinks that if she wanted to see Billy, she would’ve done that years ago before he ever even left Cali in the first place, or that you know, she wouldn’t have fucking left him behind. He tries to bring it up with Billy gently, but he won’t hear it, and he feels beyond hurt by the suggestion because he thinks Steve is just jealous that he’s spending time with his mother, who he hasn’t seen for upwards of fifteen years at this point.

They fight and avoid each other for a few days until Billy’s momma admits when he brings it up, over lunch or something saying like, “Steve thought you were using me or something, isn’t that crazy?” and she’s just like “Well, actually...”and tells him that money was tight, and she needed a little extra money, so Billy and his disability checks and his rich (boy)friend seemed like the perfect opportunity to get some.

He goes back home to Steve and expects him to be mad, to rub it in that he was right, but he’s really not, he’s super supportive, and you know, Billy finally realizes he doesn’t need to have this bullshit family thing with his mother, because he already has one, Max and Steve and his friends and all the people that actually care about him.

medical emergency (tw attempted suicide)-

Billy, who’s living on his own in an apartment downtown after Starcourt, deliberately doesn’t get his prescriptions refilled because he’s so done. He’s weak and he’s hurting and he doesn’t feel like himself anymore, and he just feels like he wouldn’t care if his body gave up, if he suffocated in his sleep or had another heart attack. So he doesn’t take care of himself, and when he runs out of oxygen he just doesn’t go get anymore, but he’s halfway to choking on his own blood when he realizes he doesn’t want to die.

He calls Steve, because he’s not calling the cops and he can’t remember anyone’s numbers in his panic, but Steve’s is written on his calendar, scribbled there because they were supposed to make plans for something with the kids. Steve takes him to the hospital, having to fight him to put the CPAP on him to make sure his lungs didn’t collapse before they could get him to Hawkins General, and Billy’s just, so bone tired.

They do all their treatment stuff and get his body back under control, so Steve finally asks him what happened, if maybe he needed someone around to help him remember his meds and stuff, and Billy just, he breaks, like a dam overfilled he just pours out with all of this helplessness and sadness he’d been feeling, how he doesn’t want to live the way he does or at all anymore, and Steve’s heart just breaks for him.

He moves in with him, nobody’s willing to leave him alone after what happened, and Steve (along with Billy getting a new therapist because the old one was incompetent enough to not notice how bad off he was) helps him to realize he has something to live for.

[be-more-chill-evan-hansen]

Masterlist for ALL of my original works (one shots/hcs/short stories/etc). I’m adding my current tag list so they can read whichever one(s) they never read. Also, I sorted them by topic so you can easily find what you want to read. I will update this post as needed.

ACE NEWSIES HCS

Modern Homoromantic Asexual Race HCs

Modern Panromantic Asexual Specs HCs

Modern Demiromantic Asexual Crutchie HCs

Modern Aromantic Asexual Davey HCs

Modern Grayromantic Asexual JoJo HCs

Modern Biromantic Asexual Katherine HCs

Modern Gray-asexual Albert HCs

Modern Demiromantic Demisexual Finch HCs

Modern Panromantic Asexual Elmer

Ace HCs for Jack, Mush, Kid Blink, Buttons, Mike/Ike, Smalls (moving them to Wattpad)

Modern Ace Spot HCs

COLLABORATION WITH @orphan-with-a-stutter

Modern Romeo x Darcy School Trip AU “I wasn’t planning on falling in love” [MINE]

Modern Race x Albert AU “Somehow you went from my best friend to the person I can’t get out of my mind” [TAMMI]

Modern Race x Elmer Date AU “This is why I fell in love with you [MINE]

Modern Spot x Race Movie Date AU “Why do I even date you again?”-“Because I have low self-esteem, daddy issues, and you feel bad for me?” [TAMMI]

ONE SHOTS (REQUESTS)

Canon-Era Davey x Katherine “Now This is a Strange Predicament We’re In”

Canon-Era Race x Elmer “Are You Trying to Flirt With Me?”

Modern Race x Fem!Reader [1st person] “My Brother’s Best Friend”

Modern Jack x Davey “C’mere, I Missed You”

Canon-Era Jack x Davey “I Didn’t Suppose Anyone Could Hear It”

Modern Katherine x Sarah “What’s She Like?”

Modern Spot x Race “This Song Sounds Familiar”

Modern Spot x Sarah BFF “You Better Trust Me”

Modern Spot x Race “I Like You. Why Can’t That Be Enough For You?”

Modern Race x Elmer “Everyday Words”

Modern Spot x Sarah BFF “Stop being gay”

Modern Spot x Race “But I want to hear you sing”

Modern Kid Blink x Mush “If I kiss you I don’t think that I’d be able to stop.”

ELMER x _______ HCs (REQUESTS)

Modern Elmer x JoJo HCs

Modern Spot x Elmer HCs

Modern (Elmer x Finch)/(Elmer x Crutchie) HCs

Modern Elmer x Jack HCs

PROPOSAL PROMPTS (REQUESTS)

Modern Race x Elmer “Ring Pop Proposal”

Modern Spot x Race “Private Proposal”

SHORT STORIES

Canon-Era Buttons x JoJo Short Story

Canon-Era Spot x Davey Short Story

PROMPT REQUESTS

Modern Race x Elmer “You think trees look down at us and think, ‘sup losers’?”

Modern Race x Albert “Halloween in July? Honestly, MOOD.”

Modern Spot x Race “Sucks that this is illegal, it’s actually fun.”

Modern Race x  Elmer “Oh, big deal, have some soda and calm down.”

Modern Race x Albert “Your puns are awful. Tell me more.”

Modern Race x Albert -Bonnie and Clyde AU- “For the love of god put that thing down before you get us both killed.”

Modern Race x Elmer “I can’t see anything.”-“Hold on I’ll set something on fire.” 

Modern Spot x Race Angst “I love you.”-“I’m sorry … I don’t love you like that.”-“I know.”

RELMER (excluding the ones mentioned above)

Modern Relmer HCs

Modern Relmer HCs Part 2

Modern Relmer Angst (Happy Ending)

Modern Relmer Angst (sad ending)

Modern Relmer Fluff (to make up for ^^ angst)

RANDOM NEWSIES HCs

Sick Newsies HCs

Newsies Beach HCs

Modern Newsies Friday the 13th HCs

NEWSIES ROMANCE HCs

Modern Spot x Buttons HCs

Canon-Era Romeo x Darcy HCs

Modern Romeo x Darcy HCs

Modern Finch x Albert HCs

RANDOM NEWSIES STUFF

BFF Elmer x Les HCs

Modern Elmer HCs

Modern Jack x Davey Dads AU angst (sad ending -- I was in a bad mood don’t judge me)

Modern PJO fan Davey HCs

Mortem Domus (A Newsies Murder Mystery)

Spot x Darcy

Sarah x Spot BFF HCs

List of writing prompt posts I’ve shared

Fluffy Prompts

Proposal Prompts

Random 1

Random 2

Random 3

Random 4

Random 5

Random 6

Random 7

Random/Angst

TAG LIST (message/inbox me if you haven’t been added and you want to be)--(updated as needed so I can remember everyone who’s on it)

@daveys-pet-snake 

@galaxy-trees13 

@disasterbisexualhere 

@marcusisaprettygay 

@ughwaitwhat 

@purplelittlepup 

@well-the-kids-do-too 

@crutchie-the-crutch 

@iconicmusicalquote 

@graceful-popcorn 

@i-got-no-clue-what-im-doing 

@bencookisagod 

@suddenly-im-respecsable 

@thebroadwayaesthetic

@i-got-personality

@bennie-badeend  

[bellarkelifestyle]

THANKS Y’ALL <3

WOWOWOWOW I can’t believe I’ve just hit 500 followers!! You guys are seriously all so amazing and it warms my heart knowing there’s so many of y’all out there hearing what I’m shouting into the void of the internet (ik it’s mostly bellarke so THANKS BELLARKE FAM!!!!)

As an impossibly small measure of my gratitude and love for you guys, this is a little bellarke fic I’ve been messing with. Essentially, it’s a “what we should have got in 4x03″ set in the iconic af list scene  from that episode, which is seriously one of my fave bellarke episodes ever. It’s canon divergence and mostly inspired from my own fluffy bellarke day dreams. Hope you enjoy, and as always, let me know what y’all think! Thanks again you guys!! MWAH

As Long as the World Keeps Spinning 

Clarke stares at the list, looking dejected, the tears still fresh in her eyes. Bellamy is overcome with the desperate urge to do something, anything, to offer her some sort of comfort. He knows what it’s like to feel unworthy of a second chance. but she, this girl in front of him, made him believe he was worth it. And if he’s worth it, then she most definitely is. Hesitating on a course of action for a brief second, he finally decides to reach out to her. Placing his hand on her shoulder, his fingers settling on the back of her neck, his little finger accidentally slips under the collar of her shirt to rest on the small bone at the base of her neck. For an instant, no one moves. But then Clarke inhales raggedly, and to Bellamy’s surprise, her small, warm hand comes up and covers his. Shocking him further, she leans her cheek onto her hand and turns her face towards his palm. 

Bellamy is stricken with disbelief; he has no idea what to do. Thankfully, Clarke’s always been good at figuring out the next step. She stands, releasing his hand, and Bellamy jolts to remove his as well, but before he can get far, her right hand darts up and returns his hand to her shoulder. She’s grasping it tightly, like a silent plea not to go. He abides; of course he abides. He’d do anything if it meant he could offer her even a fraction of the solace she’s given him since he met her. Turning to face him, her hand slides around his until they’re interlocked, but he can’t seem to meet her gaze. She tugs his hand softly, beckoning for his attention. Unable to deny her, his gaze shoots up and he sees so much torment in her eyes, that it shatters his heart. 

Wanting, needing to comfort her, they move simultaneously, as if they were of one mind, his arms folding around her waist as hers snake around his neck, and they pull each other into a tight embrace. With their bodies flush, he can feel Clarke trembling slightly, and he tucks his face into that little spot next to her neck, where her blond waves envelop his face. He would never admit it, but he’s pretty sure it’s his favourite place on earth.  

As he breathes her in, he marvels at the effect she has on him. It never fails to amaze him how he’s instantly calmer when he’s with her. He can feel Clarke’s mouth on the little patch of his shoulder exposed by the well-worn, stretched out t-shirt. His skin tingles where her lips make contact, where her breath comes out in small puffs, but he forces that train of thought out of his mind. It’s not what she wants, he tells himself for the millionth time. Lost in her touch, in just being with her, he’s not sure how long they’ve been standing here like this. It could’ve been minutes, hours even. All he knows is that he never wants to leave. But something’s changed. Clarke, he realizes, as she begins to shift within his arms. Quickly he begins to unfold from her, but she seems to have a different idea. Clarke removes her arms from his neck, but instead of pulling away from him like he expects, she trails her fingers down to his chest. Her head drops to the middle, tucked into his sternum, and she curls herself even closer to his body. For the second time tonight, Bellamy has no idea what to do. but as usual, Clarke seems to have a plan. 

With her left hand resting in a loose fist, and her right hand splayed over his heart, she strokes her thumb up and down, mimicking the beating of his heart.

Thump thump. Thump thump. 

The breath catches in Bellamy’s throat. His heart feels like it’s glowing, and he knows Clarke can feel it speeding up. He shifts his arms, but Clarke makes a small sound or protest, so he moves one hand to rest in between her shoulder blades and keeps the other one firmly on her waist. He too moves his thumbs up and down, mimicking his racing heart. Finally, he allows himself to rest his cheek on the top of Clarke’s head. For a while, it’s just content silence, until Clarke speaks. 

“I love this sound,” she whispers, and she must sense Bellamy’s confusion, because she adds, “your heartbeat. Because it means that you’re alive, and you’re okay. That we’re okay.“ 

Stunned, Bellamy can’t think of anything to say. The potential gravity of the words she’s just admitted has only begun to hit him. He doesn’t want to read this the wrong way. After all, he reminds himself, it’s not what she wants. So he manages to find his voice in the confusion of his emotions and whispers back, "Clarke?" 

Clarke moves her head back, forcing him to meet her gaze. She looks beautiful, standing there in front of him, chin set in the confident, stubborn way he’s all too familiar with. The way that used to irritate him to no end when they first crashed on this hellish planet but eventually became something he admired, a trademark of her conviction when it came to protecting her people - their people. Her lips, set in a tight but welcoming line, the warmth from the smile her heart is too heavy to show still seeping through. And finally, her eyes. 

Those brilliant blue eyes, the colour of the sky the first time he ever saw it, which was also the first day he met her. A good day, he remembers fondly. They’re still glistening from the emotional task of the list but are somehow filled with hope and determination; the very qualities about her that got him through his overwhelming self-loathing back in the early days of the dropship, when it was just them and 100 kids against the world. But there’s another emotion in her eyes, one he’s just barely glimpsed at a few times before, one that both enthralls and terrifies him. 

He’s seen it when she gazed at him when they reunited in Camp Jaha after the Ark landed; when she stole his breath by telling him she ‘couldn’t lose him too’; when he placed his hand on top of hers in Mount Weather; when he wiped the hair out of her face in that desolate cave; when he crouched in front of her and held her hands when she snuck into Arkadia; when she told him the world was ending standing in front of the grounder throne, and looking back now, probably a million other times in between. It’s an emotion he hasn’t dared to hope she would ever feel or reciprocate. His mouth is suddenly dry, and any words he thought he was capable of speaking have left him. All he can do is stare at her. 

Clarke purses her lips, and her words tumble out. "You make me feel safe… like safety is something I - we - can actually achieve. And… I trust you, more than I’ve ever trusted anyone in the world, and I need you if I’m even going to have a chance of getting through all this but it’s more than that now, and if I’m being honest, it probably has been for a while, because… I need you. and I know I’ve said it before but I mean it differently this time, Bellamy. I need you." 

And that’s when Bellamy knows that the third emotion in her eyes, the unnamed one, the one he didn’t dare name is, in fact, the one he never believed he’d ever receive. Gazing up at him, with her eyes the colour of that endless sky from their first day on Earth, shining, filled with hope and determination, he knows what that unnamed emotion is, and yes, it’s actually, really, finally, love. She loves you, echoes his mind, and Bellamy is so overcome with heart-bursting joy that all he can do is stutter "I- I- I-” but it doesn’t even seem to matter because the next thing he registers is Clarke’s lips pressing against his. They’re warm and soft and when he opens his mouth against hers, they’re sweet too, and just so perfect. 

For a few long seconds - too-short seconds - Bellamy’s entire world is just Clarke and her lips on his lips, her cheek under his thumb, her hair tangled in his fingers, her hands clutching his chest and nothing has ever felt more right in his miserable, horrible, pathetic, beautiful, wondrous, amazing life than this. Because of her. Because of Clarke Griffin. 

When they finally separate, Bellamy stares at Clarke as she stares right back, and in between their heavy breaths, Clarke gives him a gorgeous, glowing smile, and Bellamy knows he can die happy because he’s seen her full of joy. The knowledge that he’s a part of that is a blessing of its own. He returns her grin with one of his own, a big smile that’s stretching across his face, making him look a little goofy but he couldn’t care less because here she is, here is Clarke standing in front of him smiling at him because she kissed him. Nothing will ever be greater than this moment. At least, that’s what he thought, up until Clarke utters the words that cause his heart to stop beating entirely.

"I hope you know…” she begins, but then pauses. She seems hesitant, afraid even. And it dawns on Bellamy why. Because he feels the same way too. That to love someone is to doom them. 

Well, he thinks, maybe this can be different. Maybe we can be different. But he doesn’t want to push her, and he’s about to tell her so when Clarke makes up her mind.

“That I love you,” she exhales in a rush. “I love you,” she repeats with conviction, a smile teasing her lips. Smiling even wider, Bellamy leans forward until his forehead rests against hers. 

Breathing her in, he steadies his nerves before replying. “Of course I love you.“ He catches a hint of her smirk as he places his thumb in the little dimple in her chin, tipping her head up so that their lips can meet once more. Bellamy knows that he can get through anything as long as she’s by his side. And he’ll be damned if she ever feels alone in this world again. 

"We’re in this together, right?” Clarke asks softly. 

 "Together,” he affirms. “Always.“ And if he has any say in it, it’ll be for as long as this terrible, beautiful planet keeps spinning.

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