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drug dealer! ellie!! reader’s brother is a usual customer of hers but he’s busy or whatever so he asks reader to go pick it up 😈🤭
cw: car sex ♡ , kinda player!ellie , mentions of weed & smoking it , strap sucking (e!rev) , strap sitting (r!rec) <3 that’s it !
also songs are linked throughout this , just to add to the dealer!ellie hot car sex ambiance hehe ♡
“dude, can you stop being such a fucking baby and just go?!” your brother hisses at you, frantically packing for his soccer match. “if i get home from this game and i don’t have anything to smoke, i’m beating your ass.” he rolls his eyes as he walks out of the door, “i’ll text you her address and let her know you’re coming, don’t fuck this up.”
ellie. ellie williams. ellie auburnettetattedsofuckinghot williams. the scrawny masc you’ve had a crush on since junior year of high school. you’ve maybe said 5 words to each other, in passing when she glares at you with her hazel eyes, making you squeeze your thighs together. “sup?” she’ll nonchalantly throw at you, not knowing you go home and ride your fingers to the sound of her voice.
your phone buzzes as you’re about to get in your car, an unknown number.
8:29pm “yooo, u on the way? i got somewhere to be”
“ohmyfuckinggod” you mutter under your breath. you manically type a response, not even thinking before pressing send.
8:31pm “yeah! be there soon sorry!”
8:34pm “all good cutie”
the butterflies in your stomach are swarming. as if you weren’t already nervous to face your going on 4 year crush, she just … flirted..? with you? it’ll be a miracle if you even survive the drive over there.
you pull up to an apartment complex, the 3rd floor balcony lit up with purple LED lights. your phone buzzes again.
8:59pm “this u?”
you look back up to the balcony, now seeing a lanky figure in a black tank top, grey sweatpants, batman socks, and a black beanie leaning over the railing. she nods her head up at you, and you can just hear her silky smooth voice saying “sup?”, but this time you can’t relieve the pressure between your legs.
9:00pm “do i come up there or??”
it’s been 5 minutes since you sent that text.
before you know it, there’s a subtle knock on ur passenger window. it’s dark outside, no streetlights in the parking lot, but you knew it was ellie. you unlock the door, and she dips her head in, slouching down into the seat next to you.
ellie smirks, eyeing you up and down, noticing the way your thighs erupt in goosebumps at her stare. you’re wearing black denim shorts and a black tube top, ellie’s eyes immediately falling to your collarbones.
“it’s $35” she says in a low tone, handing you a sealed ziploc bag.
your fingertips touch her hand as you grab it from her, causing you to choke on your words, “c-cool, thanks” you smile at her, feeling like your nerves are gonna make you pass out at any second.
ellie’s so calm and collected, watching you nervously fumble with your wallet trying to retrieve the cash your brother gave you. and god, she smells so good. her scent is intoxicating. vanilla mixed with musk and sugar and leather.
all of a sudden you feel her hand fall on your thigh. “nervous or something?” she teases. she grabs at the jelly flesh with one hand and pulls a joint out of her pocket with her right hand. you audibly let a big sigh fall from your mouth when her hand leaves to light her joint. ellie passes the burning paper to you, and you don’t smoke so you’re just holding it, contemplating to make yourself look cool by taking a puff. she’s adjusting her sweatpants — and that’s when you notice it. the thick bulge outlined in her pants, her eyes fluttering up to yours.
“wanna sit on it?” she chuckles, grabbing the joint from your hand. you can’t tell if she’s serious or not, so you just giggle back.
“open up.” ellie takes a long drag, yellowish smoke filling her mouth.
you’re confused, but in an effort to not embarrass yourself, you open your mouth. ellie’s face now inches away from yours, her eyes staring deep into your nervous gaze. she blows the thick smoke into your mouth, “inhale.” she whispers.
within a minute, your nerves have subsided and you feel lighter. ellie watches as you shift in your seat, putting your hands under your thighs. “are you cold? i’m cold. do you care if i turn the a/c off?” you ramble at ellie. she smirks, “first time smoking?”
you roll your eyes at her, the car quieter now without the buzz of the air conditioning. “you ever heard of a hotbox?” ellie says, shifting her body towards you. you shake your head ‘no’ and ellie just giggles. “c’mere” she motions for you to sit on her lap.
“w-what? why?” you spit out, embarrassed immediately.
“your eyes haven’t left my crotch since you noticed my cock that’s tucked in my pants. if you want it, jus’ c’mere.” she hits the joint again, blowing smoke towards your face.
she adjusts her seat, making room by her feet for you sit on the floor. you’re on your knees, looking up at her with reddened eyes.
“go ‘head, take it out” she lowly mutters to you, not even looking at you, she’s preoccupied by trying to connect her bluetooth to your car speaker.
your shaky hands move to the band of her sweatpants, sliding them down just enough for her purple, curved, silicone strap to plop out onto her lap.
her eyes dart to yours, grinning at the look of amazement on your face.
ellie uses one hand to wrap around the back of your neck, guiding your head closer to her crotch, the other hand twisting the volume nozzle up, speakers blaring. “open your mouth angel” she breathes out. as your lips part, she swipes her thumb across your bottom pout, slipping the tip of her cock towards the back of your throat. her hand moves up to grab a fistful of your hair, “gooooood, good job baby” she praises.
as ellie bobs your head up and down, you start moaning around her girth. “mmm you like this baby? like my cock deep in your throat? dirty girl.” you nod up at her, causing her to throw her head back.
ellie’s one hand atop your head, other hand typing on her dimly lit phone screen. “gotta make this quick, told you i had somewhere to be.” she throws her phone into the backseat, moving both hands to the back of your neck. her thrusts are quick and steady, grunts falling from her chapped lips.
“mm fuck, you’re drooling b-baby” she half chuckles and half stutters, the base of her strap striking her clit. “uuuuuhhh fuuuuuck” she breathes out.
“f-fuck, get on top.” ellie grabs you by your hair, hands moving to your hips, setting you down slowly on her long, wet member.
“o-ooh s-shit-uuhhhh” you moan out, the feeling of her thickness sliding deep inside you. her hands still groping your ass, slamming you up and down on her length. “bounce on it baby.” she grunts out as she pulls your tube top down, revealing your fatty tits.
ellie moves her hands to behind her head. watching as your boobs slap against your chest. your moans barely audible as the rap song fills the car, “lemme hear you, l-louder” she’s doing little to no work, her hips every once and awhile bucking up into you, which causes you to yelp and ellie lets out a chuckle.
“mm-ahh ellieeeeuuhhggh” “f-feels s’fucking gooduuuhhh” you’re practically screaming at this point, ellie’s eyes filled with darkness and lust, just watching as you fuck yourself on her cock.
your legs start to shake, inner thighs sore from relentlessly pounding your pussy on ellie’s strap. “need help baby?” ellie wraps her arms around your waist, lifting her hips up. she stops her movements, grinning as you whine from sudden lack of friction.
ellie stuffs her cock deep inside you, watching her girth move in and out of you, agonizingly slow. “m-more ellie p-please” you’re whining and she takes it as her cue to vigorously thrust up into you.
“ommm-mm-g-go-god-dduuuhhh” with every slam of ellie’s hips, your moans get louder.
you start cumming all over ellie’s cock, her dark red bush covered in your slick.
your high is dizzying, you open your eyes in a tired, fucked out state to see ellie, again, typing a text on her phone.
she pats your ass, “that was hot baby, but i gotta go.” as you slide yourself off her lap, falling into your seat and pulling your shorts back up, ellie goes to open the car door. “tell your brother you’ll pick up for him more often.” she tuts with a grin.
you feel your whole face start to burn as she slams the door and walks away.
did that just happen?
a/n : hi hi ♡ i’m well aware this isn’t the best , i’ve mentioned i’m struggling to write lately & it shows ! i’m proud of the concept & whatnot , just bad writing gdjdhjsjs . anyways i need to bounce on ellie’s strap rn u don’t understand .
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Seven Snippets, Seven People Tag Game
Thank you so much for the tag @awleeofficial! This is a new one for me too ahaha
Rules: Post seven snippets and tag seven people!
I will use seven different WIPs!
Love and Other Lies
It's the dawn, and Ryn likes to believe that he rises with the sun, akin to the way a morning glory blossoms under the sunlight.
Blood Moon
The breeze blows softly outside, bringing with it the subtle scent of autumnal spice.
Outside Julienne Toussaint’s open window, the midday sun beats down on the falling leaves stricken with lush gold, vibrant red, dull orange and crisp brown, making them seem to glow.
Cherry Blossoms (a short story)
“I love the nature here,” Angel smiled, eyes sparkling as they skated across the landscape surrounding them. “I get to tend to everything here, and it’s so beautiful to create luscious life out of nothing but a few tiny seeds.” He looks down at the hands clasped in his lap, fair eyelashes casting pale shadows along his cheekbones. “I love my plants. They are what’s left of my family.”
Troubled Waters
"Sometimes, when one walks along the thin line where the ocean rises up to meet soft sand, it's possible to hear a soft singing. It's said that the souls of heartbroken people are forever trapped in these waters. Sometimes the singing turns into wailing, broken noises showing pain, for the mermaids cannot cry."
Dynasty
“Love,” the warlock had told me, fixing me with his bright crimson irises, “love is the most powerful and most dangerous force to have existed. Love has killed more than every disease combined. Mortals will do crazy, unspeakable things in the name of love.”
Part of Your World (a fic collab with @faceglitchsworld)
The island of Crescent-Moon is a delightful place to grow up. With turquoise waters hugging its banks and an intricate village filled with generous people, there is a place for everybody on the island, or at least that’s how Teresa feels.
Creatures of the Night (a vampire fic I'm working on)
“Want to go out for a bite?” he says, a seductive smirk playing upon his lips. His crimson eyes burn into her, gaze resting near the hollow of her neck, and for a second, she's not entirely sure he’s talking about food.
These kind of suck I'm so sorry but I can't think of anything else that's newer that I've written.
I'll tag @dancinginsepia, @worldsfromhoney, @ashfordlabs, @bassguitarinablackt-shirt, @ko0l-k1dd0, @holdmyteaplease and @briannaswords only if you want!
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Steve was annoyed that he got stung on the mouth by a bee during their romantic picnic at the park. At first, it just made his lips tingle, but then they started to get puffy. He was trying to get some allergy medicine in before his eyes started to swell too. Steve scowled but softened when he thought about it. “Kiss it better for me, Eddie bear.”
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🧸 maxiel baby taking its first steps? Thank you for writing such amazing blurbs!
thank you for requesting!🫶🏽
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As much as the boys loved racing, the winter break was eagerly awaited for both Max and Daniel.
They adored their job. They adored that they were able to do the thing they dreamed of doing their whole lives. They adored that they were lucky enough to be on the same team, be by each other’s side and help each other through what could be a taxing and rough racing season.
But, fuck, did they miss their little family.
It had just been before the end of the last race season when the three of you welcomed Beatrice Ricciardo-Verstappen into the world. And now almost a year later, they were eager to have an undisturbed three months with their daughter and with you, after neither of you were able to visit the different races over the season.
“My little bumble bee,” Daniel cooed as he prepped kisses on his daughter’s chubby cheeks as she giggled and laughed. Beatrice wiggled in her father’s arms but he just continued until the sound of her laughter was echoing through the apartment. “Oh, I missed that sound.”
“You’re hogging her,” Max complained as he sat on the other side of the carpet, both of them surrounded by most of her toys they had dragged out from the nursery into the living room. “This isn't fair. I missed her too.”
“I missed her more,” Daniel teased, only for the Dutchman to let out a scoff.
“Put her down and I bet she will crawl over to me,” Max announced, puffing his chest out a little.
Daniel’s eyes lit up. “I’ll bet you nappy duty that she crawls to me instead.”
Max smirked a little. “Deal.”
“You both are ridiculous,” you stated as you walked into the room, shaking your head as you saw the boys place Beatrice in the centre of the room before moving to different sides. “She loves you both, is that not enough?”
“No,” they both answered at the same time.
“Give me peace,” you grumbled under your breath as you took a seat on the couch, waiting to see the event unfold whilst knowing full well one of your boys was going to be pissy in a few minutes.
However, the last thing any of you were expecting was for little Beatrice to start pushing to stand up. And you especially didn’t expect her to start taking wobbly steps towards the couch where you were sitting whilst the three of you gaped proudly at your little girl.
You didn’t even realise you were crying until the warm tears ran down your cheeks as you swooped her in your arms, kisses and mumbled praises pressed against her cheeks as the boys quickly clambered over to the couch.
“What a smart girl,” Max praised as Beatrice reached out to him, a big toothy smile as she accepted her father’s cuddles and praises.
“Little Bumble Bee is learning how to fly,” Daniel murmured, his eyes wet but his grin huge as he watched his partner coddle the baby.
“Shut up,” you muttered, swatting his arm. “You’re gonna make me cry harder.”
“She is gonna be buzzing away soon.”
“One more comment from you and you’re stuck on nappy duty for the whole week.”
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bae-bae forever | 41
Sunghoon smiled at Yn as she smiled back at him.
It had been 2 years since they became MCs and started dating. Today was their last day of MCing.
"I can't believe this is our last day, Hoonie. I can't believe we're ending Bae-Baetastic soon. I feel like we just started," Yn pouted.
He nodded. "It does feel unreal. I might shed a few tears when we announce the winners," he spoke.
"I know I'm going to cry," she sighed. "I'm happy we have so many memories here from filming. I just know I won't get to film with you again anytime soon, so it's going to feel foreign to me, not having my beautiful boyfriend on set with me," she said, playing with her fingernails before looking up at him. "I can hear those sad edits miles away right now."
He smiled before pecking her lips. "We'll MC together on the end-of-the-year music shows for most of them, so don't feel too bad. Plus, we'll have more time hanging out if our schedules aren't busy," he grinned.
She nodded slowly before her (new!) manager told them it was time to go out.
🧸.
"And the winner is..." Yn said as the points gathered on the screen between two groups.
"Loossemble!" Sunghoon and Yn said together as the confetti popped loudly.
The girls gave their speeches as Jaehyun from Boynextdoor gave them their flowers.
Sunghoon smiled at Yn after the girls finished their speeches. Now it was time for theirs.
"You guys, it's the last day for Bae-Bae and Music Bank in general!" Yn said, tearing up while speaking into the microphone. "The two years of MCing here were so amazing, especially with Sunghoon. He made it so much better, and so did the fans! I'll miss Bae-Baetastic and MCing so much. Thank you so much, thank you," Yn cried as Sunghoon put his arm around her.
"MCing here was the best. I'm happy I was invited again, and I was happy to bring Engenes enjoyment through the variety show and then MCing! Please don't be as sad as I am. Always remember Bae-Bae! Thank you guys so much, and thank you to the groups for such an amazing experience," Sunghoon bowed.
Yn made a heart while sobbing hard. "Bae," she spoke into the mic.
"Bae!" Sunghoon completed her hand heart, smiling sadly.
"Forever!" they both said before the Loossemble instrumental started playing, signaling the idols to exit the stage.
Bae-Bae forever.
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And that’s a wrap! I had a lot of fun w this smau and I’m sorry if on the last few chaps I lacked and I lacked alot in being funny and more which I’m sorry for hopefully if I write another smau it’ll be 100x better until then please stay tuned to my short fics I love each and everyone of you guys Thank you so much have a Bae-tastic day/night! -Reign (Rei)
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A B O U T M E
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• my name is bee
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↳ what do i love?
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• i read all those cheesy and steamy fanfics
• i write them too! take a look at my masterlist :)
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Hiii! How are you, sweetie?
I must say I love your work! Especially the New Tricks series 👀❤️ Do you mind writing something for me?….i-I mean it’s just a request but if it doesn’t attract you, it’s fine too!
I had a One Shot in thought. So Bucky and Fem have been dating for a few weeks and they’re still, always will be in the honeymoon phase. He only gets shy around her and melts at nicknames such as puppy, love and honey etc.
They’ve been going slow around kisses and hugs and more..but what if he makes the first move?…
is that an idea?..
Thank you sweets for listening 🧡. love, Reader 🧸
Hi my love!!
First of all, I wanted to thank you for the love and your kind words. It really does warm my heart that you enjoy my work 🥹
As for the oneshot, I wrote a little something for you with a slight tweak. I didn’t want to create a piece so similar to what I had already written but I did want to write a little something. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless 🥰
Okay, so we’ve seen small snippets of Puppy’s confidence shine through his shy demeanor. So what if we flipped the concept around and imagined Buttercup was actually the virgin this time?
Bucky would be the most gentle and yet cockiest son of a bitch ever. Can you imagine the pride he would feel knowing he gets to be the one who gets the entirety of you? To be the one who steals the most precious part of you?
I think he would slowly ease you into taking your virginity though. Take you out on dates and work you up to the main event.
The first move for example… your first kiss.
“C’mere, Bee. I don’t bite.” He pats his thigh at the same time he winks at you.
Let’s say it’s been a couple of weeks of dating at this point, you're comfortable enough around him to be used to his teasing comments.
So you hesitantly shuffle over the sofa, full of jitters. But Bucky notices your slight nerves and holds his palm out to help you climb over his lap and settle over his crotch. “There we go, baby girl. Doin’ so well for me already.”
The fucker knows exactly the reaction his praise elicits. Bucky would be the type to observe each minute expression and store it away for later. Which is why he smirks sadistically when you duck your head and whine, “Stop that.”
But instead, he places two fingers under your chin, gently lifting your head to look him in his eyes. “Don’t act like you don’t like it, Bubs.” The subtle clench of your thighs around his don’t escape him. His eyes light up in excitement as he slides his hand over your exposed waist.
“N—No, I— I just—”
“Shh, baby,” Bucky coos, squeezing your waist while he bites his lip. “You don’t fool me.”
And he’s right — much to your dismay. He knows exactly what he does to you and you don’t really help yourself as you let go of a needy whimper.
“Aw, what’s wrong, Bee? Huh?” His slightly condescending tone only intensifies the ache between your thighs. “You need something from me?”
The air in the room is thick with tension, small touches and kisses to the cheek wouldn’t cut it anymore and if you had to beg Bucky to kiss you, that’s what you would do.
Only, that’s exactly what he wants.
“Ask me — Go on, sweetheart. Use your big girl words.”
“Bucky—”
“As much as I love hearing you moan my name, I don’t hear a question.”
Taking a deep breath, you gather all your courage. “Please,” you whimper. “Please, c-can you..” the anxiety in your stomach stops you from finishing.
“Almost there, Bee,” Bucky encourages, swiping his tongue over his lips while eyeing your own, an animalistic hunger to finally have you clawing its way through his dwindling composure. “Be a good girl and tell me what you need.”
And so, closing your eyes and swallowing the lump in your throat, you finally utter, “Can you kiss me?”
Your pussy flutters, a sudden wetness soaking your panties as Bucky growls, slinking his hand round the back of your neck to thrust you forward at lightning speed. “Thought you’d never fuckin’ ask.”
#bucky barnes x reader#new tricks Drabble#sweet anon🥰#fun anon asks#new tricks#new tricks masterlist#bucky barnes smut
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──★ ˙ . 🧸 bee's diaries 🩰 entry 2 ──
i've been really enjoying my life recently, like genuinely. truthfully i've been in a not good place for a month or two now but i'm trying my hardest and i'm doing a lot better now. i'm very proud of myself and i've been doing lots of little things i enjoy like journalling and playing music and writing etc and been relaxing spring <3 overall, i am hopeful. ♡
#girlblogging#wonyoungism#it girl#pink pilates princess#girlhood#self care#female hysteria#dream girl#girly stuff#girlcore#girl thoughts#this is what makes us girls#gaslight gatekeep girlblog#girlworld#girly tumblr#this is a girlblog#im just a girl#pinterest girl#messy girl#that girl#hyperfemininity#divine feminine#pinkcore#pink#sanrio#diaries#princess#me ♡#thoughts ୨♡୧#my life ୨♡୧
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QUICK READING RECAP
12th to 18th of july 2023
masterlist • tip jar
🍌🍒🍑how does choi yena feel about the ‘hate rodrigo’ backlash?
↳ KnoS, wheat rx
she sees her and her company as being in the wrong. she knew from the beginning that this was risky and it was crossing a line, but also had the mindset of knowing that if big risks work then the reward is also big (regardless of if the idea wasn’t hers). she became more nervous after actually receiving the backlash and feared it really would end things for her career. right now she is back and forth on whether the move was too damaging to her career or if it’ll be something she can move on from effectively. basically, it’s made her really nervous but at her core, she is more positive and has hope so these feelings are basically playing tug-of-war in her brain.
🥘🥟🍘how does kiss of life natty feel about having to redebut in a group?
↳ the star, 10oS
not her ideal scenario but she is mostly positive about it and happy, knows that it was logically and practically the best option for her so she looks toward the future with confidence.
🍪🍯🍨does le sserafim eunchae wish she debuted in newjeans?
↳ KoW, KnoW
she’s definitely thought about it before but she’s overall happy with her group (and the company she debuted under in general), so it’s not something she is upset about and thinks she may have even been more hidden in newjeans (so that makes her feel happier about le sserafim too).
🥯🥞🥓how does russell wilson feel about future’s “fuck russell” line in “turn your clic up”?
↳ 8oS, the hanged man, the world rx
he’s doesn’t want to think about it but it’s genuinely pissed him off. he doesn’t want to give future the satisfaction of knowing it bothers him but future seems to just assume it has anyway. russell is sort of even more annoyed at the fact that it even annoyed him than the lyric itself, he wishes he was more unbothered (wishes he could be more chill).
🕯️🧸🧺will olivia rodrigo ever write a song about taylor swift?
↳ 6oC, hawk, justice
yes
🍔🥪🥙how did the other everglow members (not mia) feel about debuting as mia and friends?
↳ chamomile rx, bee rx
not happy about it all but they pretty much all believed if they worked hard and proved themselves then they would get their chance to shine, they all took working hard pretty seriously. didn’t let this “concept” affect their teamwork, to put it more simply.
⌚️📠📼how did everlgow mia feel about debuting as mia and friends?
↳ ram, KnoS
she was happy, she felt really well-prepared for it (thought she was talented enough to handle it), and wanted to show how consistent should could be and that she would always be a hard worker.
🍪🥮🍰what is the ideal (first) date for twice jihyo?
↳ nettle, 3oW, KoC
she wants to get serious pretty quickly so her ideal date would be both parties discussing their expectations for the potential relationship, and talking about what their long term goals would ideally be. she uses the first date to assess someone as much as possible so she can decide as quickly as possible if she even wants the dating to continue, so she wants as much as possible discussed and not feel as if her time has been wasted. however, that doesn’t mean she wants her dates to be boring, she enjoys drinking and eating with someone and talking comfortably.
🍥🛍️🍧will sm favour their new gg over aespa?
↳ 8oC, AoS
yes. at least initially but the answer is yes.
🚕🚗🚙why did pristin really disband?
↳ hanged man, play, 8oP
the girls were too rowdy, broke the rules too regularly. the company basically thought it wasn’t worth the effort trying to manage so many young girls who weren’t listening to their management.
🍄🌼🍁what does weki meki doyeon think of ex-april lee naeun’s bullying scandal?
↳ 8oP, the lovers, 9oC
she knows there’s truth to it and likely knew even before it came out (naeun told her stories and doyeon knew how she felt about the other member). she is on naeun’s side and doesn’t think naeun is in the wrong at all, she thinks if naeun even did anything it would have only been in reaction to the other member being annoying first.
🏮🧸🪭what is the ideal (first) date for nct johnny?
↳ 5oP, KoP, primrose rx
something very low-key and casual, if the other person is comfortable, he would even enjoy being in the comfort of his own home, ordering in and just hanging out. when it comes to first dates he wants to learn a lot about the other person but will do his best to make the conversation naturally lean towards getting the information he wants to find out (the most important thing is trying to work out how unrealistic someone is). he doesn’t want dates to be interviews or interrogations and is put off if the other person makes the date go in this direction. he also doesn’t appreciate trauma dumping but he could be understanding of it too (just ideally he would want the mood to be lighter).
🍘🍚🥟what does itzy yeji want in a partner?
↳ fox rx, 2oC, AoP
someone that wants simple romance, wants someone to do classic things (e.g buy her flowers and send her loving messages to wake up to). someone who appreciates keeping things low-key (she can even enjoy being a bit sneaky). compliments and verbal expressions of love are important to her. lastly, someone who has money and shows they’re willing to spend it on her (while still being smart with money) is something she loves.
🫧🫑🏐how did itzy feel about the protest trucks being sent to jyp?
↳ bee rx, 7oW rx
they were embarrassed about it, they thought all it did was highlight their failures as a group and fans didn’t understand the behind the scenes properly (though they appreciated the thought).
🍒🍉🍇are newjeans danielle and hanni (the australian members) closer with each other than they are with the other members?
↳ AoC, KoP
overall yes, seems to mostly just be an easier communication thing. however, all the members still seem a little awkward with each other regardless and they’re not really close yet. they’re all still learning about each other (and getting used to each other).
🍫🍰🧁how did ive wonyoung feel about the protest truck being sent to starship?
↳ 6oC, 5oC
she was happy about it and appreciated it, more so in the sense that she was reminded of how much people care and she also agreed with the messages overall. however, she didn’t really think the protest trucks would actually make any changes.
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🧸 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 - Steve Harrington x Fem!Hargrove!Reader
🧸 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 - 11.1k (my longest oneshot yet!)
🧸 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - 18+, minors DNI, handjob (M receiving), bloody noses, dizziness, Starcourt Massacre, referenced murder, for spoiler reasons I can’t say much else. (I wrote soemthing similar for a different fandom before but it didn’t work so here’s the new and improved version
🧸 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 - For my beloved Ana, @thisishellfire, who is so sweet and so lovely and just the best in all aspects. I love you with all my heart, mi amor, and I really hope you enjoy this. Also this wouldn’t be my writing without a million plot points that don’t make any sense lmfao. I spent weeks on this just to make this perfect for you. I hope this doesn’t flop :(
🧸 Formatting is weird so if there’s a duplicate paragraph I’m sorry. I’ll put it on my AO3 also.
🧸 I listened to levitating by Dula Peep and DaBaby so here we are I guess
🧸 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - You and Steve Harrington hated each other, everyone in Hawkins knew that. But March 21st 1986 changed everything forever.
🧸 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 - @thisishellfire @steveslittlesunflower @myobmaya @quickiesgirl @wzrlds @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul @gods-favorite-asthmatic @taecube @eddiebillysteve @hellfirehaley 🤍
MARCH 21ST 1986
Spring: that time of year when sunnies would start to get placed on the bridges of noses. When pretty daisy chains would be made. When animals would finally come out of their winter-long hibernation, and when picnic dates at the local park would become all the rage once again. The start of a new season and time to put away those big, fluffy winter sweaters, gloves and fuzzy hats. And for Hawkins, the countdown to the annual championship game.
Sunflowers had begun to grow, turning to face each other to stay alive when the sun was hidden by those big fluffy clouds full of angel tears. Sitting on a soft blanket on the lawn in a sundress, the scent of freshly cut grass wafting in the air and filling your nose, wind fluttering through your hair.
Sunflowers had begun to grow, turning to face each other to stay alive when the sun was hidden by those big fluffy clouds full of angel tears. Sitting on a soft blanket on the lawn in a sundress, the scent of freshly cut grass wafting in the air and filling your nose, wind fluttering through your hair.
Sunflowers had begun to grow, turning to face each other to stay alive when the sun was hidden by those big fluffy clouds full of angel tears. Sitting on a soft blanket on the lawn in a sundress, the scent of freshly cut grass wafting in the air and filling your nose, wind fluttering through your hair.
It was the day before the championship game and you were sitting cross-legged on a mustard-coloured blanket that complimented the green grass beneath it, weaving the stems of some daisies together to create a little chain. To calm his nerves, your little step-sister’s friend, Dustin Henderson, joined you; he was going to be singing the National Anthem tomorrow at the game since Tammy couldn’t make it, his fingers shaking as he slowly weaved the stems together.
It was the day before the championship game and you were sitting cross-legged on a mustard-coloured blanket that complimented the green grass beneath it, weaving the stems of some daisies together to create a little chain. To calm his nerves, your little step-sister’s friend, Dustin Henderson, joined you; he was going to be singing the National Anthem tomorrow at the game since Tammy couldn’t make it, his fingers shaking as he slowly weaved the stems together.
“You listen to Metallica?” he asked, a crack in his voice, sighing as he sadly watched the daisy chain fall apart in his hands.
“I had to put up with it for twelve years, Dus,” you chuckled under your breath, tones of bittersweet misery laced within your words. “It was always blaring in his room, especially during his workout sessions. Couldn’t get him to turn it down.”
Daisy chains: your way of distracting yourself from the undeniable pain you felt ever since July 4th, driving like lightning to the mall to pick up your sobbing step-sister, trying to calm her down until you saw whose body was lying dead on the mall’s floor. And you held him. God, you held onto him for dear life, not caring about the blood soaking into your clothes and your skin. You just needed one more moment with your brother, and that was taken away from you by whatever stabbed him in the chest.
Some people are worth dying for, and you would have taken that bullet for him should you have known his untimely death would occur so soon. …And you didn’t even get to say goodbye.
You sniffed harshly through your nose, which had a small amount of blood leaking out and onto your top lip, looking away for a few moments so Dustin couldn't see the glistening tears in your eyes or the glistening blood on your face, staining your skin. You quietly excused yourself to go and get some water from inside the Mayfield’s trailer, running the faucet, splashing your blood-and-tear-stained, blotchy face with the cold water. Refreshing. But still not enough.
With a sigh under your breath, you returned to the blanket, sitting down cross-legged next to Dustin.
“Hey, um… I know you probably don’t wanna hear this right now, but I'm still so sorry about Billy. We- we tried to help him.” The glazed-over look in his eyes said it all; he truly meant it. Not many people do. Especially Steve Harrington, who, when passing you in the corridor, said under his breath that your brother deserved it.
And you resented him for it.
“Thanks, Dus. I mean, at least you mean it,” you replied, sitting in the slightly uncomfortable silence afterwards.
But soon the growing sunset helped all your troubles float away, like a feather in the sky, the red tones reflecting in your (e/c) eyes. You smiled to yourself, at peace with the tedious work you had done today with Dustin, helping him to calm down, while you had Been in overdrive since July. But you never showed it.
Dustin sighed again, bringing you back into the painful reality, tossing his chain away into the forest green grass, slowly beginning to shrivel up in the bright sunlight beating down onto the blades. You picked up the delicate ornament, collecting two more daisies from the grass. He beamed as you handed it back to him.
“Never give up, kiddo. C’mere, let me show you an easier way to weave the stems.”
Dustin beamed with glory as he watched your calculated movements carefully, examining the way you pierce a hole in the stem with your nail, weaving another stem through said hole, explaining each step slowly so he could understand the process, your touch gentle as you guided his hands gracefully.
You grinned proudly as you watched his face light up, a smile from ear to ear as he held up a completed daisy chain. He set it down carefully to the side and began making another one; two matching daisy bracelets. One bracelet for him, and one for his best friend in the whole wide world.
Steve fucking Harrington.
“There. Look, you’ve got it!” You exclaimed, raising your hand, and he immediately reciprocated your high five. “And also, just focus on something that makes you happy while you’re singing. Your mom and your friends will be so proud of you, Dus. And I’m very proud of you too.”
“Thank you, Y/N,” he replied, unable to wipe the permanent smile off his face.
And he called you by your first name. Not your surname like everybody else did. It was either Hargrove or Billy’s sister. Never Y/N.
But Dustin did.
You giggled, taking in just how happy the young man looked. After all the shit he’d been through the past three years, with Will, with Starcourt, with the girl with superpowers; El, you were surprised to see that tear-jerking smile make an appearance on his adorable face. But it did. And you’d be forever grateful for it.
As he laughed with you, you started hearing a ringing sound in your ears, like a high-pitched scream from a horror movie. You slowly reached up and held your head in your hands, Dustin immediately noticing, rushing to your side. “Y/N… are you okay?”
“I’m fine, I just need… I think I need to lie down,” you whispered, your world spinning around you as if you were standing in the centre of a carousel. “I— I think I'm gonna go back to Max’s, I'm sorry, Dus.”
Dustin contemplated letting you go home alone for a moment, and by the state you were in, he thought you could collapse at any given moment. And after Will, after what happened with Billy, with Heather, Barb, Bob, Mews, and anybody else that had perished in this town… he was on high alert at all times. He knew the monsters were still lurking beneath Hawkins, he knew El had closed the gate, but there was always the possibility of those monsters inhabiting Hawkins and its residents again.
In the overworld, this time.
This is why he asked Mike Wheeler to keep an eye on you the next day in school, along with himself, trudging through the halls in his Hellfire Club t-shirt beneath his Hawaiian shirt, his khakis and converse, and his thinking cap. With wide eyes, he noticed you walking the halls alone; it used to be with Nancy, then Tina, then Heather and now Chrissy and Bee. But neither of them were anywhere to be seen.
Yes, Dustin always kept tabs on you. Was it because of his little crush on you that he promised himself he wouldn’t admit it to anybody? No… Well, that’s what he kept telling himself. (Until Will found out, but he told nobody). He would admit to himself that he noticed Max first, the pretty redhead, and then you, but you always stuck out to him.
And he was surprised that his best friend hadn’t made a move on you yet.
So when he saw you walking alone, without anyone bothering you, he knew something was off. It looked like you’d tried to make yourself smaller as you walked, covering your hands with the sleeves of your cheer pullover, which he immediately noticed had a small blood splatter soaking into it, with a dishevelled look on your face as you left Mrs Kelly's office.
Something felt wrong.
Very wrong.
Later that day, you lay on one of the benches alone in the woods, alone with your thoughts, drifting towards your best friend, Bee’s odd relationship. Never did you think the renowned “good girl” would fall for bad boy Jace Campbell; Hawkins’ star athlete, the golden boy to the teachers, the flirt. The king, after Billy was dethroned.
And after Billy took away “King Steve”’s title in 1985.
And that asshole, Jace, had her wrapped around his pinky finger almost instantly. And you… You just never saw the appeal. You had more important things to be doing like homework and studying than going out every weekend to party.
It reminded you of a chat you had had with Max’s best friend, El, not too long ago about Jace. Since El and Bee lived together, she would see Jace often, and said she heard banging on the walls and a lot of “good screaming.” You didn’t bother asking her what a good scream was because, in your mind, you already knew.
You read your step-mom, Susan Mayfield's Cosmo magazine enough times to know exactly what “happy screams” were.
You knew they had having sex weekly, and that didn’t seem to be a problem for anyone. Well, until they broke up last week…
And then there was Chrissy. Pretty, popular, princess Chrissy. The complete opposite of Jace, yet she also had every boy in Hawkins wrapped around her perfectly manicured finger, whether she knew it or not. She had a decent family life, a handsome boyfriend who was also an athlete, she did cheerleading, and helped out at the homeless shelter….
And one boy had taken liking her to an extreme, practically obsessing over her; watching her every move, worshipping the ground she walked on, almost dying when she asked if she could buy some weed from him because he didn’t want to.
Chrissy was so sweet, even to those who wronged her. You’d never even seen her get angry, not once in your fourteen years of close-knit friendship. Tears had spilt, staining her soft skin, but never any frowns. Not even a little crease between her brows. All smiles, bright enough to blind somebody.
Maybe that was how she got all these boys to fall for her…
You clambered into your car the next morning, turning your music up extra loud, bopping your head to the beat of the mixtape Billy had jammed into the Camaro. You were forever grateful that a kind man, Eddie Munson’s uncle Wayne, offered to try to fix it for you as much as he could, and you used all your savings to do so. And it looked almost brand new.
She looked beautiful.
You smiled sweetly as Dustin and Mike hopped in the backseat, Max joining you in the front. You gripped the steering wheel so tight, that your knuckles began to turn a pale, ghostly shade, as you pressed your foot down harder on the pedal. Something about being in the car, in Billy’s soul’s presence, took a hold of you.
“Not this again,” Max grumbled. “Y/N. Slow down, seriously.”
You could barely hear her over the loud music blasting through the car, but you did, and so when you pulled into the school’s parking lot, you slowed right down.
You’d slid onto one of the metal benches in the cafeteria, coated with a thick layer of green paint topped with a varnish, taking a seat next to Bee; her entire psyche encapsulated by the artwork before her, her hands being able to create the most beautiful of masterpieces.
“You know, drawing JJ won’t make him take you back, Bumble,” you admitted, watching as her face fell, pretty eyes beginning to glaze over, her bottom lip quivering.
“I just…” she started, making you pull your eyes away from the math homework you’d forgotten to complete last night. “…don’t even know what I did wrong. Is— Am I not pretty enough for him?”
Oh, here we go again. Her fifth breakdown in the last 24 hours. Meanwhile, Jace had already started screwing another member of the cheer squad.
You breathed out a quiet sigh of relief when Chrissy slid in next to Bee on the other side of her, consoling her and calming her down. Chrissy offered a girls’ day out after the championship game and a road trip to Tennessee, and what better way to blow off some steam than to go out in a different state and dance with your best girls until sunrise?
So then it came to that night when it was meant to be an ordinary evening with your girls, Chrissy and Bee. Time had moved forward and now it was the night of the championship game; an excuse for the cheerleaders to shorten their skirts to show off their toned legs for the other boys and girls. Or just for yourself. (In Bee’s case, showing Jace everything he’d already seen, and everything he’d Been missing since he asked to go on a break.) And an excuse to conceal your obvious flirting with an oblivious Robin Buckley from the stands.
And without head cheerleader Valentina Ghen there to take the spotlight during the pep rally, you and your girls could have a good time. God, she never shut up about Chance, Billy or Jace ever. Even after Billy’s death.
She grieved more than you did.
And so you went to the game without her, peacefully. But you never thought in a million years that ‘the hair’ would be at the game, never mind Eddie fucking Munson of all people sitting next to him. Eddie Munson. At a championship game. At a “balls in laundry baskets” game. —Scowling at you with the sourest look on his face.
What the fuck was his problem? Just because you were closer with Chrissy than he was didn’t make you the spawn of Satan.
Maybe he decided to come because Dustin was the one who would be singing the national anthem, or maybe he was just bored.
But you can never be bored in Hawkins, …even though the mall burned down last year after Jim Hopper saved the kids that were inside while you took Max home. If only there was a way to get Billy back. To make a deal with God to get him back.
You didn’t care what it took.
Bee had wanted to blow off some steam before leaving to do her arts degree in England, and what better way to do so than having the best time with her friends and doing something she loved?
Not that she had to wait long to blow off that steam though, as ocean eyes had been all over her, him watching her every move, running the pad of his thumb over his plump lips. She gave him a little wave and a shy smile, and her heart almost gave in when he shot her a cheeky wink. How the fuck could one little wink turn a girl’s legs into jello?
You thought about ask Jace for some tips.
After the rally, when the game began, Jace got up to leave, signalling for Bee to follow him. And she did, following him to presumably the bleachers, their lips never leaving each other’s skin for hours. Though marks only appeared on Bee’s skin, since Jace specifically warned her not to mark him or there’d be serious consequences.
And she left you and Chrissy on your own. Just great!
Seven minutes to catch somebody’s eye; not your personal best but it would have to do for the moment. As you listened to Henderson belting his heart out, you felt proud. Being Max’s step-sister meant that you hung around the younger kids a lot, taking them under your wing; especially Will. After what had happened to him happened, you never wanted him out of your sight again. That was until he moved to California with his mom and Jonathan (leaving El here in Hawkins with Bee.). Lenora Hills, where you used to live before moving to Hawkins.
You’d talked to Mrs Byers about her moving, recommending Lenora Hills, as they had a lovely high school that Will and Jonathan would love, and the pizza there was amazing.
You missed Argyle with all of your heart and wanted him to have some friends again.
You snapped out of your thoughts, looking over at Chrissy, who instead of looking at Jason, had been ogling some other guy for the last ten minutes. The direction of her eyes had been perfectly in line with—
“Munson? Seriously, Chris?” You whisper-shouted, pulling her out of her trance.
“What? He's nice to me!”
You rolled your eyes, turning back to the game just in time to see your “child” score a basket. You jumped to your feet, whooping and cheering for him, and he shot you a winning smile.
“Go, Sinclair!” You screamed, waving your cheer pom poms around.
You scanned the gymnasium after that: Bee was still nowhere to be seen; more than likely getting — unfortunately — dicked down by “Jacey-Wacey” in the backseat of his car. But you took another look in the direction Chrissy was gawking and saw the two other men talking quietly.
The men in question, Steve and Eddie, both got up to leave, and Chrissy shot up out of her seat, immediately on their tail, dragging you with her to the sound of your loud protests.
You’d ended up at a diner across town in a booth on the complete opposite end of the two boys on that chilly Friday evening.
The waitress, who’d barely taken her eyes off you since you sat down, nodded towards your empty strawberry milkshake with her eyebrows slightly raised. You shook your head with a forced smile, declining her wordless offer for another.
You turned to look back at the boys; Eddie with a toothpick between his plump lips, playing with his silver metal rings as he spoke, Steve running his stupid fingers through his stupid fucking hair that fell beautifully onto his stupid fucking face no matter what he was doing.
That fucking handsome face of his would be enough to cause hundreds of weak knees; the kind of look that got him whatever the hell he wanted, or rather, whatever his friends wanted with only a few questions and heartstopping smiles besides “yours or mine?”
You didn’t bother hiding the sour look on your face until Chrissy nudged your shoulder with hers.
“God, babe. Chill with the “fuck me” eyes,” she chuckled.
“I'm not doing that, Chris.”
“You are, ba—“ she began to say but was cut off by the Dungeon Master reaching the table, immediately sliding in to sit next to Chrissy, who blushed the same colour as her earrings. Hot pink. His long legs almost touched yours under the table, and thank goodness they didn’t. You didn’t want his muddy reebok’s ruining your fresh pair of all-white converse with a green trim to match your cheer uniform.
You internally rolled your eyes, as Chrissy was known to be a sucker for tall men with long… limbs.
“Hargrove, Chrissy.” He flicked the toothpick onto the table
“Munson,” you replied with a salute.
“Hey Eds,” Chrissy replied, blushing again.
Another problem for the evening.
Just fucking great.
“Mind if I sit?” Steve had finally approached the table, standing on the side of the booth with a free seat, asking you in the softest voice you'd ever heard.
Fuck you, Harrington.
“If you must,” you sighed, glaring daggers at Eddie, who’d taken the seat next to Chrissy.
Of course he’d get Steve to sit next to you. After what he did to your brother you vowed to never even look at him ever again. but that didn’t last long as Eddie’s plan kicked into gear; get Steve a girlfriend before he goes off to college. Simple enough, right?
Wrong.
You mentally kicked yourself off the Empire State Building for not sitting next to Chrissy yourself. Steve’s smile faltered for a second. blink and you’ll miss it.
“Oh,” he muttered, his eyes darting to Eddie who was busy whispering God knows what into a giggling Chrissy’s ear. “Eddie’s already sitting down so…”
“Oh goodness me, I hadn't even noticed he was there!” Your fake smile morphed into a smirk, your gaze finally meeting his deep, dark chocolate button eyes. Fuck him for being… so damn attractive—
No. Snap out of it.
He began fidgeting with the cuff on one of the sleeves of his mustard-coloured sweater, his weight shifting from one foot to the other and back again. “So, can I?”
“I don’t know,” you said, an amused grin playing on your lips. “Can you?”
“For fuck sake,” he muttered. “May I?”
I don’t know… may you?
A slight pout plumped up on your lips as you nodded to the space beside you, sliding over to rest your shoulder against the tiled wall, now sitting directly opposite Chrissy.
But you and Steve, surprisingly, had one thing in common; both of your nights were destined to be ruined by two things, namely Chrissy Cunningham and Eddie Munson running off like teenagers without waiting for you.
You immediately felt his presence beside you, and for God’s sake, of course, he was even more attractive up close.
It took a lot of restraint to not reach out and touch him, to smell the cologne that had seeped into the collar and cuffs of his mustard-coloured sweater, the same colour as your favourite blanket. So you kept your hand clasped around your second strawberry milkshake instead of grazing your fingertips against his jean-clad thigh under the table—
“Do you want me to get you a napkin, Y/N? Your nose is bleeding,” Eddie asked, dashing away from the table for a moment before returning with a serviette, handing it to you so you could pat away the blood staining your skin and upper lip.
You sighed; today was day five of your nosebleeds, your migraines, the nightmares that were worse than they used to be… You pushed that to the back of your mind, however, focussing on the red and white checkered pattern on the diner’s floor.
And Chrissy didn't even ask if you were okay.
Great fucking ‘friend’ she was.
Steve was probably your only option for any sort of relationship, like, ever, though there was absolutely nothing wrong with teasing and having a bit of fun before doing anything stupid. Even if you hadn’t been charmed by him from the get-go, you loved playing this game, with a 99% win rate in favour of you.
God, you wished you couldn’t feel his intense gaze set on you, each sideways glance lasting longer than the one before, something shooting an electric shock through both of your bodies at the same time. But you would rather gauge your eyes with a used fork than admit that to anyone. Even your best friends. Even Max.
Steve’s warm thigh pressed against yours, the fabric of his jeans brushing and pressing against your bare skin. It was as if he knew what you were doing and began to challenge your willpower.
So really, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that you were going to tease the absolute shit out of him.
He snook another glance at you just as you so happened to throw your head back to get the last of the shake out of the glass, exposing your neck as Chrissy was busy ordering a glass of Coca-Cola for everyone through Eddie’s loud protests.
And another glance, with you taking this opportunity to spread your legs before crossing one over the other, brushing your heel against his leg. His big brown eyes widened even more, his breath stuttering slightly, trying to cover it up with the fakest, most awkward cough you'd ever had to experience hearing.
“Need some water, Stevie?” you purred, running your nails down his arm, watching with a smug grin on your face as goosebumps began to appear. God, this asshole almost made this too easy for you. “Chrissy and I can get it for you if you want it.”
Steve nodded, afraid his words might betray him if he spoke, sliding out from the booth to let you out. There was a loud bang on the table as his balled fist made contact with the surface, making Eddie let out a “Jesus Christ, man.”
You spun around on your heel, watching as his jaw clenched in frustration. Sure, this was probably meant as a threat, but you only felt embarrassed for him, making a scene like that for no reason. You weren’t going to make tonight easy for him at all.
Leaning over, you brushed your lips against the shell of his ear, making the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stand on end. “You’re lucky I even offered, Stevie.”
His neck flushed a furious crimson, the sound of your voice creeping down his spine and through his veins. You could swear you heard a nervous laugh escape his lips, but within a flash, his brows furrowed into a slight frown.
Before he could say something you hurried away to the counter, ordering a glass of water for him. Chrissy was still fully engaged in conversation with Eddie, so you went up alone. as your feet carried you over, you couldn’t help but sneak another glance at him, running your eyes over his defined jawline and the bridge of his nose, admiring his beautiful face.
Again, fuck you for being so beautiful, Steve.
You paid for the water quickly, then made your way back over to the table, not waiting for Steve to move, slipping yourself over his legs, sitting on his lap for maybe a second too long. You checked his facial expression, and he had a peachy blush painted across those defined cheeks.
“Not used to all this attention, hm, Stevie?” you whispered, giggling to yourself as he shifted in his seat. But you were nowhere near done with the teasing just yet. “Especially from a big bad Hargrove, huh?”
“Shut up.”
“Or what?” you challenged, smirking at the way his brows furrowed, turning his attention back to Eddie and Chrissy. “No answer? Poor baby can’t even speak.”
When Eddie finally pulled away from whispering in Chrissy’s ear and turned his attention to you, you were finally able to take in all of the contours of his face that made him. His long, fluttery eyelashes, his wild mane of dark brown hair, the lipstick kiss tattoo on his neck…
“Hey?” Eddie snapped his ring-clad fingers in front of your face, smiling when you snapped back to reality. “Thought you’d fallen asleep, sweetheart.”
You turned your attention back to Chrissy, who had been looking at you with a questioning glance. “Hm? Oh, sorry. I couldn’t hear you.”
Thanks for that, Steve.
0 - 1 to Harrington.
“Eds said he’ll get us some fries and a burger if we want it.”
“You doll,” you cooed, and Eddie beamed proudly, snaking an arm around Chrissy’s shoulders, and she slowly leaned into his soft touch. “Thank you, Eddie.”
You mirrored his bright grin as Steve tensed beside you. “I'll go with you.”
Steve stood to his feet abruptly, staring down at you for what felt like an eternity with a look that said he knew exactly what game you were playing; sweet to everyone else, reserving your salt just for him. Seemed like you didn’t impress him too much either.
Yeah, next to him in your cheer uniform that you purposely shortened the skirt off, exposing your thighs and a small curve of your ass after you were out of your mom’s sight should have had him on his knees worshipping the ground you walked on. But it didn’t.
Well, that’s what he was trying to convince himself.
Not that you cared. All you bothered to offer in return was a slow smirk. Game on, Harrington. Game fucking on.
Chrissy slid into the seat next to you where Steve had been hyperventilating as the two boys walked away, taking a strand of your hair and twirling it around her finger as she spoke.
“Soooo,” she sang. “What do you think of Steve? Such a cutie, right?”
He had a part in my brother’s death, Chris.
Yes, of course, he's the hottest, most lovely guy on planet earth.
“Why do I need to care about him when all that’s gonna happen is you’re going to fuck his friend? And didn’t you forget he had a part in Billy’s death and nobody else thinks it was him?!” You snapped.
“I’m not—” Chrissy began to say before she stopped herself, pursing her lips, chewing her thoughts over and over again. “Okay. Correction; maybe I want to, but—”
“Whatever. I bet you’ll have a great time with him anyway regardless of what I do or don’t say.”
Chrissy clicked her tongue, swirling her straw around in her glass of coca-cola. “I guess…”
“Meanwhile you’re over here whipped by Eddie the freak Munson.”
“I’m not whipped!” She defended. “I'm just… curious!”
“About what? How easy it’ll be to get in his pants?” you asked, deadpan, and her eyes widened. “You know he’s, like, so obsessed with you.”
“Jesus, Y/N!” she shrieked, covering her face in her hands.
You rolled your eyes. “Anyway, I don't like Steve at all.”
“Is there any reason?”
Bitch, you better be joking.
“Uh… no.” Oh yes. Yes, there was. “Not at all. He’s just not my cup of tea, that’s all.”
“Wouldn’t you want a rich man, though? I heard he’s loaded.”
“I am a rich man, Christina.” You said, rolling your eyes. “Also I'm extremely good-looking and talented on my own. I don't need a man to bring me down. I am perfectly fine on my own.”
“Okay, fine!” She threw her hands up and surrendered. “Just… be nice at least.”
“Why? Planning on keeping Deddie Van Halen around for a while?”
“Um… maybe. but don’t call him that. He’s not dead!”
“Ugh, you’re so boring, Chris!”
“You know what isn’t boring?” She asked, a little smirk playing on her lips.
Oh no.
“What, Chris?” you sighed, not expecting what she had to say next.
“Steeeeeve Haaaaarrington,” she teased, kicking you playfully under the booth’s table, making you almost choke on your drink.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me…” you muttered under your breath, glancing over at the two boys, smiling as you noticed ‘King Steve’ flirting with the cashier. hopefully, that would mean he’d leave you alone for the night.
“No time for whining. They’re back!” Chrissy moved back to her seat as Eddie sauntered back to your table, a huge grin spreading across his face as he slid up next to Chrissy. With nothing of the same enthusiasm, Steve stood awkwardly next to the table, refusing to meet your eye as he handed out the glasses of cola.
“God, man. This isn’t like you! If we were anywhere else you’d be all over Hargrove right now.”
“No, I wouldn’t be! And I’m gonna pretend like you never said that.” You didn’t know his jaw could clench even more, but it was, and it did.
As Steve reluctantly slid back in next to you, you and Chrissy moved in to clink your glasses together. You winked at her; it was finally time for step two of the plan you cooked up on the spot five minutes ago. A well-rehearsed technique that worked on every man, and every woman that was present when you both tried it.
You would both lean across the table, nearly touching each other. Then you would clink glasses together, with Chrissy using a bit too much force; sending the drink spilling over the rim of the glass, which would spill out onto your chest. She would then lick it off with an, “whoops, sorry angel!” and an innocent smile.
And it worked every single goddamn time.
Only this time, blood had also dripped down onto your chest. Another nosebleed already? You grabbed a serviette and patted your nose dry as Chrissy’s tongue ran along the plains of your skin, collecting your spilt drink, with Eddie and Steve shifting in their seats, trying to appear unbothered. A sentence or two muttered from Steve about how the diner suddenly got too hot to handle.
Though he smirked to himself as he rolled the sleeves of his mustard-coloured sweater to his elbows, a sheen of sweat covering an array of colourful inked drawings on his arms—the sight of which sent a bolt of heat straight to your stomach, and other places. Suck a sucker for tattoos.
“Like whatcha see, princess?” He asked, turning to look at you for the first time in about… thirty seconds.
“Now there’s the Steve Harrington I know,” Eddie laughed. “Warming up to Hargrove, huh?” He teased, making Steve frown.
He rolled his eyes. “Maybe.” The amount of sarcasm dripping from that one word was enough to fill a highschool swimming pool and a deep one at that. “Jury’s still out.”
“Your arms look like a high school bathroom stall, Steve. Full of meaningless drawings and words. So…no. I’m afraid I don’t like what I see.”
“You’re annoying me, Y/N.”
“I don’t recall asking for your opinion of me, Steve.”
He rolled his eyes. “Consider that first one free.”
“Well I don’t plan on paying for another, so I guess you’ll have to sit there like a good boy for me and keep your thoughts to yourself.”
He choked on his drink, beginning to cough loudly in a way that has Eddie and Chrissy almost falling off their seats in giggles.
“You good, man?” Eddie asked.
“I’m fine,” Steve snapped, turning away from the group slightly.
The rest of the night consisted of you and Chrissy dancing to Kate Bush and Madonna, Eddie watching with heart-eyes, and Steve pretending like he wasn’t watching. Chrissy’s eyes lit up animatedly as Eddie took her hand, twirling her around.
You took a step back, looking at Steve who was still seated, tapping his foot in time with the music. “You really wanna get up and dance, don’t you, Stevie?”
“In your dreams.” He crossed his arms over his chest, trying to hide the small smile that had started to crawl onto his features. A smile that could steal a million hearts.
But not yours. No. You wouldn’t let him do that.
“Dance with me, Stevie.” You couldn’t believe you just asked Steve ‘King Steve’ ‘The Hair’ Harrington to dance with you, and you almost gagged at your own words. You tried pulling on his arm to get him to stand up, and when you did, he just stood there in silence.
“I’ll dance, but not with you.”
“Aww, why not?” You pouted teasingly, tightening your already strong grip on his wrists. “Too embarrassed?”
“No,” he mumbled. “I just don’t like you.”
You rolled your eyes, letting go of his arm, heading back to the middle of the diner on your own where the other people in the bar were up on their feet dancing along to the beat.
Steve slowly got to his feet, clicking his fingers with each step he took, along with the beat of the song, soon dancing with Chrissy. He spun her around and exaggerated his dance moves while making eye contact with you.
If this was a tactic to make you jealous, it wasn’t working. Instead, you pulled on Eddie’s arm and proceeded to dance with him instead. Close enough to irritate the hell out of Steve, but far enough away to keep Chrissy from pulling all of your hair out. You danced with Eddie for a while before spinning away from each other to dance with other people, with your body slamming into a loudly giggling Chrissy.
“This is so fun, right?”
“Totally! And you— you’ve got a great… dancer… on your… hands, Chris.” You nudged her, giggling, and she smiled back at you, but it never reached her eyes as she watched more and more blood pouring from your nose.
“I think you need to sit down, Y/N. I’ll get you some painkillers,” she said, ushering you back to your booth.
“N- no I don’t. I’m fine…”
Eddie seemed to notice right away, kneeling on his haunches next to Chrissy, barely able to see him in your now dazed state. “Look at me, sweetheart. How many fingers am I holding up?” He asked, holding up two fingers, holding the palm of his hand to your head to check your body temperature. You were freezing cold.
“Uh… Um… Four?” You squeaked, reaching out for Chrissy’s hands. “Stay with me.”
“Should we… Steve!” Eddie called as loud as he could, alerting everyone in the diner, but you were too dazed and confused to even care.
Dizzy at the sight of the room spinning around you, the music distorting, the sound of a clock you didn’t even know was in the diner chiming thrice. And then… nothing.
You opened your eyes wide, gasping in shock at who had replaced Eddie in front of you. It was Steve.
“Murderer.” He leaned in, whispering in your ear. “You killed your brother and you’re trying to cover up your guilt by saying it was me. I know your plan, Y/N. Trying to seduce me, to get me to be yours, all so you can walk away scot free. Is that right?
“What? No. That’s not true, Steve! I- Even though I hate you I’d never do that to you!”
“What? I asked you if you’re alright, you idiot,” he laughed, caressing your cheek softly.
What the fuck happened in the last five minutes?
“I’m fine. Get away from me,” you said, pushing him away from you so you could stand up and head to the bathroom, while the others shrugged and went back to dancing.
Eddie was now dancing on his own, patting Steve on the back as they both spun away from each other. Another girl in the diner pulled on Steve’s arm, bringing him to the middle of the room, and everybody began singing together. Miraculously, the smile finally broke on his face and he began dancing with a bit more spirit.
His expression softened, no longer tense, and he seemed to be enjoying himself a lot more when he wasn’t in the same room as you.
Moments later, Chrissy, Eddie and Steve all fell back into the booth, laughing and joking, slick with sweat. It seemed Steve had finally loosened up a bit, maybe that was just the way he got around strangers. Until you joined them back at the booth.
And nobody spoke a word about your dizzy state again. Maybe to take your mind off it, which didn’t work.
“That was the most fun I have had in a long time!” Chrissy squealed, hugging Eddie’s arm, while Y/N and Steve sat in slightly uncomfortable silence.
“I guess…”
“Oh, don’t act like you weren’t having the best time ever up there, Stevie!”
“Everybody’s calling me that now, huh?” Steve frowned, but quickly his expression softened and he laughed. “It’s fine. I don’t mind nicknames!”
“Good, because we’re not going to stop, right Eddie Bear?” Chrissy said, caressing the side of his face and snuggling into him.
“You two seem cosy already,” you chimed in.
“And you two look colder than popsicles in winter. Come on, guys, you could cut the tension with a knife!”
“Haha yeah, the sexual tension!” Eddie added. God, it was disgusting how in sync and lovey dovey they were being.
You and Steve rolled your eyes simultaneously. It was going to be hard to keep a conversation at this rate, but Chrissy was willing to try. “So, Steve. What do you do in your spare time?” She offered the man a sweet smile.
“Yeah, Stevie,” Eddie asked, wiggling his eyebrows. “What do you do?”
Y/N tried hard to mask the laughter that managed to escape her with a cough, which only worsened when Steve said, “I like to golf,” at the same time Eddie shouted, “He hits balls with his stick!”
“Golf? Seems… posh. But in a good way!” You knew exactly what she was doing. Still on her mission to get you to give him a chance. “What else are you into?”
“I know what he’s into.”
“Eddie, don’t—”
“Why does everything have to be about King Steve anyway? Why can’t Eddie have a go at speaking?!”
Y/N snorted from next to him, covering her mouth.
“What?”
“Sorry! Who talks about themselves in the third person?”
“Eddie when he’s drunk and me when I’m high,” Steve said, deadpanned. “It’s a long story.”
“You’re drunk, Eds?”
“No. And that flask of vodka outside isn’t mine,” he said, laughing as he wrapped his arms tighter around Chrissy’s shoulders.
“Whatever,” he added, then he turned to Chrissy with the biggest grin on his face you’d seen thus far. “Wanna have sex in my trailer?” Despite the horrified looks on both Chrissy’s and Steve’s faces, you had to respect Eddie’s boldness.
“Wow, so charming, Eddie.” You smirked. “I won’t scare you by sharing a bed with you but I’ll fuck your brains out the next morning.”
Chrissy covered her mouth with her hands, completely and utterly gobsmacked. “I…um…” she took her hands away and looked at you. You just shrugged.
“It’s whatever. Go ahead, I’ll find a way home. Have fun, you two.”
Eddie rummaged through his pockets and retrieved some change and notes, tossing them in Steve’s direction. He grabbed Chrissy’s hand and they both left the diner hand in hand.
The presence beside you felt almost overwhelming once you were alone with Steve, still sitting on the same side of the table, too close for comfort. You could feel the stolen glances, and felt his eyes on you, his gaze heavy. Heavier, heavier… More intense by the minute.
“Why not take a picture? It’ll last longer,” you chuckled, “accidentally” rubbing your foot along his calf again, smirking at the low groan escaping his plump lips.
“I guess that’s my cue to leave as well…” It was as closed-off and uninviting as you could make it, yet Steve stayed frozen in place, unable to move aside to let you out of the booth.
“Well? You’re gonna let me out or do I have to sit on your lap again to get out?”
He cleared his throat as he shuffled into the aisle to his left to let you out. “Oh right, yeah. Do you, um, need a ride home?”
You smiled sweetly, tracing your slender finger along his jawline, the pad of your fingertip brushing against his soft, freshly shaven skin. His dark brown eyes fluttered closed at your touch. Your lips moved back up to the shell of his ear, burning his skin.
“No. But thank you for the offer.”
Lies. You’d rather gauge your eyes out than admit that you wanted him to take you home. To take care of you...
Instinctively, Steve wrapped his fingers around your wrist, keeping you close to his side. “An alternative would be giving me your phone number and letting me know you get home safe.”
Steve let your hand go to wrap his arm around your shoulders as he noticed a group of jocks entering the diner, and he felt weirdly protective over you.
Did he want you all to himself? Yes. Would he ever admit that to anyone? No. Imagine everyone’s faces if they saw Harrington dating Hargrove. Even associating himself with you, the sister of the boy who beat him in every fight they got in together.
“That sounds a lot like an order, Stevie,” you mused. “So, what would happen if I took your number, promised to call and never did? What would you do? Punish me?” You leaned in, to the shell of his ear again, hot breath ghosting his skin, prickling goosebumps in its wake. “I bet you would love to bend me over your knees, Stevie. Am I correct? Or would you prefer me to do the spanking?”
He barked a laugh. “As if!”
Yes. Yes, he would.
Something dark flashed in his eyes, a glimpse at who he truly was, perhaps. Confident and dominant, and very comfortable playing this game with you. He placed his hand firmly on the small of your back as he helped you out of the booth, trying to play off grabbing your thigh as helping you.
“Something tells me you wouldn’t smack my ass in front of people,” you whispered, your hot breath now ghosting his lips as you run your fingers along the collar of his sweater, gripping the fabric, tugging him closer to you. “Or maybe you’d like to do… something else to me in public.”
“Something else? Didn’t take you as the shy type, princess.”
Steve watched as you boy down on your lip, your tongue running over the bite to ease the sting. “Like your girls with a filthy mouth, do you?”
He offered you a grin, walking you back so your lower back was pressed against the part of the wall where two booths met. “And if I say yes?”
You chuckled softly, moving your hand up to caress the side of his pretty face with your knuckles, daringly pressing a kiss to his soft, plump lips. After one peck, you were addicted. You wanted to get drunk on his scent, on the way his lips moulded perfectly with yours, on the way his body felt like the perfect half of a jigsaw to complete your puzzle.
“Then I’ll ask you to kindly remove your fingers from my wrist and your hand from my back before I knock you out. And go splash some water on that gorgeous face of yours. You look all hot and bothered, Stevie. What happened?” You asked innocently, delicately extracting yourself from his grip.
“It’s from all the, uh, the dancing! It’s from all the dancing and the heat in here.” He pulled at the neck of his sweater, exposing a sliver of his collarbone to you. “And please stop calling me Stevie, angel. It’s making me—”
“You look like you’re about two seconds from creaming your pants, Harrington, and not even I hate you enough to let you embarrass yourself like that.”
“Y- you don’t like me?” He asked. “Don’t you think that’s harsh? You barely know me.”
“Were you that delusional to think that this was something more? Wow, Stevie.” When he didn’t answer, you winked and turned on your heel away from him. “Maybe you can think about me when you’re jerking off later,” you called over your shoulder, before exiting the diner.
And if he spent the rest of the evening doing just that, well, that’s none of your business.
But yes, Steve spent the next seven days doing exactly that. Your touch seared into his mind; the pressure of your fingertips tracing along his jaw, up and down his sides, the way his body reacted to you, obvious desperation even before he’d let it get this bad. Your sweet, innocent nature as he watched you dance with Eddie and Chrissy last Friday in the diner.
The urge was slowly growing out of control, and he told himself each morning that today he’d call you to ask you out. And that had been your play the night at the diner. As you promised you took his number, but never called, instead choosing to tease him whenever you saw him. Whether that would be from parading around in your short skirt, bending over purposely, always having a lollipop between your lips whenever you would enter Family Video…
It was killing him.
The first polaroid he saw of you was a photo of you fresh out of a hot shower, hair wet and droplets trickling down your chest, a white, almost transparent bathrobe barely hanging from your shoulders and the photo taken in the mirror. Placed under a VHS tape in Family Video just for Steve to see.
Written on the back of it in pretty writing was;
I made it home safely. And since you’ll be alone soon, have fun touching yourself. Or don’t. You’ll never see me again if you do x
Empty threat, he thought.
He’d barely been in bed five minutes when he got home that day before his jeans and boxers were pushed halfway down his thighs. It had become a routine for him after a long day at work thinking about you; he’d come home to an empty house due to his parent's absence and think about you some more. Imagining you in a million and one positions, and on your knees. Anything to get him off.
Instead of calling, Steve would fall into his bed at the end of the day and let you take over his thoughts for the rest of the night, the morning after, and all through that day—and so on.
Forever.
It was starting to annoy him how much you were taking over his mind and couldn’t go an hour without thinking about you. You. Y/N Hargrove.
He couldn’t concentrate at work, constantly messing up tapes and the order they would be stacked in, daydreaming about you. It was beginning to cause problems.
God, Steve had started to get greedy—always wanting more, imagining more, and it never took long. A vague memory of the musky perfume you wore last Friday, the way the scent imprinted into his clothes (which he would never wash again if that meant keeping a part of you with him), his skin… The haughty look on your face as you studied his blank expressions, trying to decide if you wanted to worship him or ruin him. And that drove him crazy.
Somehow he’d managed to become enticed by the one woman in Hawkins who found his charm repulsive and off-putting. And it wasn’t like he could even suffer in silence either. Eddie had caught on quickly, two days after bumping into you and Chrissy at the diner in fact, because Steve didn’t have much time or desire to go out. And now, suddenly he did. He’d been able to fumble for some sort of excuse, something about working late at the video store and having to take care of Dustin, El, Mike and Lucas—because he couldn’t exactly tell Eddie he couldn’t stop jerking off over a woman who wanted nothing to do with him and still be able to look his friend in the eye afterwards.
Their friendship didn’t have many limits, but that was most certainly one of them.
Part of Steve wanted you to know how you made him feel, wanted you to see how undone he became just at the thought of you. He almost wanted you to humiliate him for what he was doing, and his hips and breath shuddered one last time at the thought.
He was so tired of this constant need for you, his wanting, and the fact that you were so cocky to him in the diner, yet sweet to everyone else.
And he wanted to know why. Why were you treating him like this?
He begged his brain to just figure it all out and get it together long enough to just call you and ask you on a date. If he got rejected, well, at least he would have some closure. And he would finally be able to go more than two seconds without thinking about you, about how you had turned him into a writhing, horny mess.
After he called you, he answered the door to see you already standing there in a velvety red dress and some killer heels. You took his hand and brought him into the first room you saw; the guest bedroom on the first floor.
You took a hold of his neck, wrapping your fingers around it and pulling him closer to you, your other hand on the small of his back as you kicked the door shut.
You broke the kiss, planting your hands on his chest, and walking him backwards against the wall. You were a sight for sore eyes before him; your champagne-coloured satin lingerie set that had been hiding underneath your red dress leaving nothing to the imagination. Besides the mountain of unholy thoughts racing through his mind. Steve’s fingers twitched at his sides, itching to reach out and grab hold of your luscious hips.
You took a step backwards, just out of his reach. “You’re a very naughty boy, aren’t you, Stevie?” You teased, taking him in. “Can’t keep those hands of yours to yourself, can you, big boy?”
Lighting himself on fire would be like an ice bath right now, he thought. His blood burned his veins, thick with such a heavy, lustful desire that consumed him, the act of respiration becoming increasingly more difficult for him as you run your fingernails down his torso, leaving bright marks in their wake. He concentrated on his breathing for a few moments as your voice, the scent of your perfume filled every inch of his being, echoing all around him.
His breath began to still after a while, though he could still feel a burning sensation in the pit of his stomach as your fingers brushed over his skin, the bright sunlight dancing in your hair.
His breath faltered as he gasped, still fully clothed yet completely unravelled; so hard it was painful. He just needed you to keep talking to him, needed you to touch him, needed you to-
“Y/N, please,” he groaned, his hips betraying him as they bucked up against nothing. “Please, baby.”
“Please, what? Words, Stevie. I need words.”
“I— Mmm, fuck Y/N. Please um…”
He watched with wide eyes as a slow, sultry smile appeared on your lips. “Didn’t take you for the shy type, Harrington.”
Steve whines again at his words being parroted back to him, almost verbatim.
“I’m not!”
“And now?” You asked. “Would you beg for it? Would you beg for me?”
“Yes,” he breathed out, no hesitation. “Whatever you want.”
You slowly raised one of your eyebrows. “Are you sure it’s a good idea to give someone that kind of power over you? You never know what they might do with it, sweetheart.”
Words came tumbling out of his mouth before he could reconsider or even register what he was saying. “No one has complete power over me.”
And then he immediately knew he was fucked, knew it, even more, when that sultry smile stretches further across your face. You were so composed, just standing there in front of him like a Greek Goddess as if he wouldn’t drop to his knees and do whatever you asked of him; as if you had all the time in the world and this was just a minor inconvenience for you. As if you weren’t taking him apart by the seams, popping each stitch out one by one and letting him hang in a free fall.
Beating him at his own game. Yet again.
He was now 1 for 2. With you winning.
“Is that so?” You took one step closer, studying his movements. Every breath, every twitch of his body under your stare, saw the way his eyes fluttered shut in anticipation. Every intake of breath was almost a plea. “Should we put those words to the test?”
You dropped to your knees, still too far out of reach, your tongue rolling across your lips just enough to state your intent and get a rise out of him. “What do you want, Steven?”
His heart jolted at the use of his full name, the sound obscene in your mouth. “I—”
His brain and his body were at war, too much information to process that he couldn’t find the words, and couldn’t formulate a single coherent thought. “Y/N, I—”
“Surely someone so in control could use their words, hm Stevie?” He was fucking ruined. “I’m on my knees in front of you and you can’t think of a single thing you’d like me to do?”
“I want your mouth,” he breathed.
“That’s not very specific, honey. There are lots of things my mouth can do.”
“Yeah, like chatting a lot of shit,” he scoffed.
“Yes, but that’s nowhere near as fun as the other things it can do,” you huffed a laugh as you moved close enough to drag your freshly manicured fingernails down his thighs. “Pants off, now.”
You were still staring up at him from your place on the floor, your attention doing absolutely nothing to help the way his hands were trembling. It wasn’t the first time he’d had a woman on her knees for him… But it was the first time he couldn’t stop shaking to drag his pants down his legs to pool on the floor. Usually skilled fingers had been rendered completely and utterly fucking useless.
“You could make yourself useful and help me, y’know,” he quipped. Something between a relieved groan and a hiss escaped his plump, delectable lips as your ethereal gaze dragged over his strained erection.
“Would you rather I help the baby that can’t pull his pants down or make him come down my throat?” Steve was too dazed to answer. “You need to think before you speak, Stevie. That smart-ass mouth will get you into trouble.”
“I’m already in a world of it, angel,” he responded, barely audible as his voice caught in his throat, along with his breath when you brushed your tongue over your lips again, moving to palm himself through his boxers.
“Ah-ah,” you cooed, catching his wrist and moving it back to his side. “No touching yourself or me. You touch either of us… and I stop. Got it, princess?”
He resisted the urge to ask what in the hell was wrong with you, couldn’t you see how desperate he was? How he was already on the edge and you’d barely touched him aside from grabbing his wandering hand? That you’d already won?
Instead, he barely managed a nod, planting his hands against the cold plaster of the wall at his back. And he waited.
And waited.
You were still kneeling on the floor before him, but that smug grin playing on your lips was new. “How in control are you?” You asked.
“What?”
“Am I correct in saying that you said nobody has complete control over you?” You moved to lay backwards, propping yourself up on your elbows. “And would you be in control if I took these off?” You asked, skimming a finger along the trim of your panties.
His breath thickened in his throat. “Yes.”
“Oh, Steve. You should know by now that lying is not okay, angel.” Your voice reverberated through his entire body, your eyes burning into his as if hot, melted candle wax had been poured onto his blushing face. Hips bucked into the air as you shimmied the garment down the expanse of your legs at an agonizingly slow pace. “And you should know that I hate liars, Steve.”
If Steve was having trouble breathing before, he was nearly suffocating now as he took you in again; laying bare before him, your nails grazing along your skin. Slowly, teasingly, he watched, hypnotized as they neared your core.
A hitched breath, wondering if you were going to touch yourself as he watched. A silent prayer that the answer would be yes. And it was. Fucking hell, it was.
You repeated your question; “Are you in control now, Steven?” and he didn’t know the answer. He was, and he wasn’t. He knew the reality didn’t quite match up with what he wanted to say. It was a struggle to keep his twitching hands to himself, let alone think up a smart response to hide how untethered he was. To maintain that ‘King Steve’ façade.
“Y/N, I—”
“Wanna touch yourself, don’t you, angel?”
He groaned, his fingers grasping at nothing as they tried to dig into the wall, into his sides. But nothing worked. It was all too much for him; a sensory overload. The sight of you, the cockiness in your voice as you teased him.
Though almost unbearable, he had never felt more alive.
“Y-yes,” he finally choked out.
Your eyes locked on his gaze as you said, “Go ahead. Disobey me, princess, and see what happens.”
He gulped as he reached out to stroke his throbbing dick: the first stroke bringing so much relief he was certain he was going to black out any second. A loud moan comes within the second.
“Why so whiny, princess?” You teased as the third moan escaped his lips, which had his toes curling against the wooden floor; that all-too-familiar heat pooling in his stomach, ready to release at any moment.
“Fuck, Y/N— Oh my god,” he whimpered, just as you stood to your feet, grabbing his wrists, forcefully turning him around. “Holy shit, you’re strong.”
“I worked out with Billy every day for the last five fuckin’ years, Harrington. And now that he’s dead I do it even more. I get both of our workouts in,” you hiss in his ear, sending a harsh slap to his ass. “Don’t ever underestimate me again, got it? And stop moaning like a fucking girl.”
Another harsh slap to his ass had him pressed even further into the wall, so hard he cried out in pleasurable pain.
“Fuckin' pretty, aren't you, angel? So fuckin’ pretty like this. My babydoll, all unravelled for me the moment I mentioned I worked out. Or was it when I mentioned my brother?” You asked, pressing yourself harder against him. “Did my little princess have a thing for Billy? ‘S that why you hated him so much? Why you hate me so much?”
“M’— Y-yes. Yes, it is,” he sighed as you reached forward, bare chest against his back as you took him in your hand, your wrist flicking in the same momentum as his rapidly beating heart. And it wasn’t even a second later that he—
It was nearly 8 am when Steve jolted awake, his heart ready to break free and burst through his chest. He didn’t bother taking a peek under the covers, already knowing without even having to look, what a mess he’d made of himself. Once again.
It had never been this bad when he was in high school, and it was this thought of you dominating him, smacking his ass, calling him your princess and making him scream that had him stumbling to the shower to wash away his sin and his indiscretions.
He set the temperature to as cold as it could possibly go and stepped inside, standing right under the spray.
It was so pathetic how he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Couldn’t stop replaying in your mind how you felt, how you made him feel. The sound of your lowered voice crawling underneath his skin, the sensations of the pads of fingers on his skin. Your earthy perfume and the taste of your mouth. The sight of you with your legs spread like a buffet, wanting, and coming undone in front of him.
If you’d managed to overwhelm every one of his senses in a dream, what would the real thing be like?
You’d told him to keep his hands to himself, and that he would suffer consequences if he disobeyed. Which he did. But not even the sting of cold water on that cold Saturday morning was enough to cool him down. So he thought about it once, twice, three times before he slipped his hand underneath the covers.
The water beat down on him as he tried to rid his mind of the mountain of unholy thoughts about you. You didn’t need to know what he was doing. What you didn’t know wouldn’t kill you, and he was certainly not planning on coming clean.
“King Steve” having a wet dream about Y/N Hargrove? No way. That never happened. Not once.
He needed to take the edge off somehow. It would be much worse to head into Family Video and walk around all day with a raging erection, he told himself. But the wait was torturous. Time itself seemed to betray him more and more, the clock opposite his bed barely moving every time he snuck a glance.
If Steve would go to hell when he died, it would just be this, he thought; the insanely slow wait for you to call.
Because that’s all it was. He had to remind himself before he exploded, taking care of himself in the bathroom before slamming his foot down on the accelerator and driving to work to see that Robin had already arrived, panting and out of breath.
“I tried calling you, dingus. Did you sleep in again?” She asked, unlocking the door. “You know you’re on your last strike with Keith, right?”
“Yeah, how could I ever forget,” he deadpanned, holding the door open for Robin before they both headed inside, the sight of you still playing in Steve’s mind on a loop.
The first thing he noticed after the little smirk playing on Robin’s lips was a polaroid picture on top of a stack of tapes, in the eyesight of anyone that would walk in through those doors. He turned the ‘closed’ sign on the door to ‘open’ before waking over.
He nearly blacked out as soon as he picked up the polaroid with trembling fingers. Desire pricked at his skin like a wildfire destined to burn out of control as he drank in the sight. Your almost completely naked body contrasted against the crisp white sheets you were wrapped in, your lips slightly parted and your eyes half-lidded; the photograph showcased you laying on a bed.
There was just a hint of indecency, a promise of a whole lot more, and Steve suddenly couldn’t remember having seen anything so perfect in his 19 years of life, couldn’t focus on anything except the sound of blood rushing in his ears and the picture in front of him.
A strained whimper escaped the back of his throat as he flipped it over, reading the message on the back that had been written in a pretty, delicate font to contrast the feral thoughts running through his mind.
You can’t take me out, but I might let you invite me over if you behave like a good boy and keep your hands to yourself until tomorrow, and a heart drawn in pink gel pen next to the note.
“Whatcha got there, Dingus?” Robin teased, switching on the TV to the current news. “I bet it’s more interesting than whatever’s on the news...”
Steve shoved the polaroid in the front pocket of his jeans, trying to adjust himself as he did so, a blush reaching his cheeks until the ringing stopped in his mind. Until he started listening to the news until he heard Robin dropping the VHS tape she was holding, her eyes glued to the screen. “Oh no.”
“…We’re in the Forest Hills trailer park in east Roane County. We don’t have a lot of details but we can confirm that the body of a Hawkins High cheerleader was discovered earlier this morning in critical condition after suffering severe life-threatening injuries. Police have not yet released the name…”
“Holy shit,” Steve whispered, eyes focussed completely on the screen, his stomach tumbling down a flight of stairs the size of Mount Everest.
“…although we are told they’re currently in the process of notifying her family.”
“Forest Hills. That’s where Y/N lives, right? And she’s a cheerleader…” Robin subconsciously asked, hypnotized by the images of a green, yellow and white skirt, white converse and ambulances flooded the screen. “And- and Chrissy was with her last night. No, I’m remembering wrong! She was with… Eddie! Yeah, she was with Eddie. And I’m rambling again—?”
“No,” Steve cut her off, ignoring the feeling of his stomach dropping through the floor. “You’re not ruining my morning, Rob. It wasn’t Y/N.”
“And how would you know that?”
“Intuition. She would’ve put up a good fight no matter who she was up against, Rob. She’s a Hargrove, after all,” he stated, just as the door to the video store burst open, revealing a dishevelled-looking Dustin and Mike in the doorway, Max following closely behind with fresh tears pricking each of their precious little eyes.
They didn’t say a word as they jumped over to where Steve and Robin stood, bottom lips trembling as the news reporter continued her report. Trying to put on brave faces but failing miserably.
“The body is being taken to the hospital for a careful examination, and being put on life support. It has been said that the girl is now in a coma, on the brink of losing her life. Her chances of survival are slim to none, but all of our best wishes to her and we hope she gets back home alive and safe.”
Oh, so if she lives there which is a very high chance…
Oh.
Oh no.
“We will be back to you when further news has been released. This is Donna Burgess from Indiana Daily, thank you for your time. Back to you, Priscilla.”
#bisexual steve harrington#eddissy#hellcheer#harringrove (steve x hargrove!reader)#stranger things#steve harrington#munningham#steve harrington x you#steve harrington angst#angst#smut#st smut#stranger things smut#diner au#chrissy cunningham#max mayfield#steve x y/n#eddie munson#mike wheeler#billy hargrove#steve harrington x y/n smut#vecna’s curse#eddie x chrissy#eddie munson x chrissy cunningham#let me clear something up: y/n hates steve and steve is trying to hate y/n#y/n hates steve because she thinks he had a part in billy’s death but she knows steve wasn’t the one who killed him#imagine if these two got put in a room with murray
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Hi bee:3 requesting for Abby eating out or playing with readers 🐱 with her fingers while reader is playing a game
It's all I've been thinking about lwjeuvesivdsi
hi qt ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა i luv this idea ! ty for requesting 🎀
cw : pervy!abby <3 my beloved ♡ // reader is playing animal crossing new horizons !
“abs! guess who just came to my island?!” you squeal as abby lifts her head from her book to meet your sparkling eyes. “hmm let me guess, the weird looking red dog?” she asks, quite genuinely.
“wh-… oh! cherry? she’s so cute! you’re mean.” you furrow your eyebrows at her, offended she called one of your favorite villagers weird looking.
your girlfriend smirks, a sigh leaving her mouth. abby gets a rise out of making her sweet doll-face frown and pout. abby knows it’s wrong to think such dirty thoughts about how innocent you are. the way your cute little butt peeks out of the bottom of your cotton shorts when you try to reach the top cabinet. when you’re all doe-eyed and curious asking her what she wants for dinner. how you sit crisscross applesauce in the big comfy living room chair, looking so small and fragile. and right now, the way you’re so giddy about a silly animal video game. she takes a deep breath as she moves over to where you’re lounging.
“i’m sorry baby, can i see?” abby rests her head on your shoulder, her right hand settling on your bare thigh. you giggle when she gives your soft flesh a little squeeze.
“it’s chai! i’ve wanted her to move to my island since i started playing!” you ramble on about your beloved blue elephant. “she’s just like cinnamoroll, look!” you tilt your nintendo switch screen in abby’s direction, biting your bottom lip in excitement, so happy you get to share this moment with your favorite girl.
abby glances at the game for a moment, then looks up at you, your eyes glistening. she looks back down at the screen, noticing your small fingers toggling with the knobs of the device. she takes another deep breath.
“mm so cute angel, i love the little teacup on her head.” abby kisses your shoulder. “i’m gonna get something to drink from the fridge, you want anything?” she inquires. you shake your head no, too focused on trying to make a good impression on your new guest.
the tall blonde stands to walk to the kitchen, stopping to stretch her arms above her head, letting out a long sigh. she turns around to give you a sweet look before she leaves the room, but her eyes fall somewhere else.
as you sit with your legs in the butterfly position, your pretty pussy on half display. abby clenches her fists, she’s resisting the urge to pry your game out of your soft dainty hands, pin them above your head, and fuck you dumb. she can’t hold back much longer.
“baby,” abby breathes, she walks back over to you, kneeling before you, elbows on your knees. “just keep playing, okay? don’t mind me.” you’re too busy cleaning up your island and making small talk with your digital neighbors to give abby any more than a “mhmm! okay bibi!” and she knows it.
abby begins planting gentle kisses to your cold thigh, humming against your skin as she sees goosebumps rise up your legs. you shiver a little when her face gets closer to your half covered heat. you move your game slightly to the left, looking down at her. “what’d i say pretty girl? hmm? eyes on the screen, don’t look at me again.” abby softly speaks through her pebbled kisses. you frown, confused, but decide to listen and be the good girl abby wants you to be.
abby’s mouth is nearing your pool of slick, you can feel the warm breeze of her breaths tickling your entrance. she uses her nose to reveal your wet pussy from your shorts.
“abs!” you attempt to close your legs around her head, but she knows you, she knows your movements. she knows that you like to play this little game where you say “nooo abs! don’t wanna! too sensitive!” and then a few seconds later, you’re spread wide open, desperately waiting for her skilled tongue to plunge into your aching hole.
“cmon princess, i don’t have to tell you again, do i?” abby coos. “spread.” her voice a little huskier.
you nod and relax your legs. you resume playing, eyes glued to the screen again, quickly getting distracted by the singsong isabelle is putting on outside town hall.
abby’s tongue now inches away from your puffy pulsating clit. all she can think about is devouring every last ounce of you while you sit there, so innocently focused on something far less disgusting than what she’s doing.
your perverted girlfriend watches as your cute hole tightens around nothing, a smile forms on her freckled face. she extends her wet pink muscle and licks a gentle zigzag from fold to fold. “mm-aahh!” you let out in a high pitched moan. abby shoots you a glare, a warning, that if you acknowledge what she’s doing again, she isn’t gonna be so sweet and soft anymore.
she’s drinking your pussy, tongue circling your sensitive nub, slurping every drop of white cream that’s sticky all over her chin. abby glances up at you, “good girl, so proud of you angel.” you bite your lip so hard that you wince a little at the sudden taste of blood, but you know better than to look at abby, let alone let her know how good she’s making you feel.
abby slides one finger into your pussy with ease, your drenched entrance practically sucking her in. “so wet for me.” she’s making out with your thumping clit, curling her index finger up, the pad perfectly tapping your g-spot.
you can’t breathe, you can’t think, you’re trying to move the controls of your game, your hands shaking. all you want to do is buck your hips up to her face, shoving her tongue so deep inside of you that feel her nose touch your clit over and over and over. “you’re close princess, i can feel it.” abby hums.
she’s going so agonizingly slow, the soft sensation of her saliva mixed with the unhurried pump of her finger, you’re dying for her to pick up the pace — and that’s exactly what she isn’t gonna do.
“cum slowly for me baby, ride it out.” abby continues lapping up your slick, using her free hand to hold your legs open. “that’s it sweet girl, riiight…. there.” you’re cumming all over her face, from her nose to her chin, her face is buried in your juices.
“let me hear that pretty moan of yours.” abby’s eyes fixated on your blissed out face. finally granting you permission, you scream out in euphoria, “uug-uuuh aahh aaa-bby-y-y!”
abby removes her finger, plopping it in her mouth, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she sucks your cum off.
sliding your shorts back up your legs and kissing the top of your head, she starts to walk towards the kitchen. “you want something to drink now?” she teases.
a/n : i loved writing this ପ૮๑ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ๑ აଓ hehe if u don’t love pervy!abby then idk what to tell u , ur missing out ! 😵💫💕 hope u enjoyed bbs <333
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆ @whore4abby @hersweetheart @enbesbians ♡🧁
#🧸 bee writes ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚#✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚ ✉️ : reqs#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson smut#abby anderson fanfic#abby the last of us#abby anderson tlou2
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Tag game~
Thank you for the tag @imslowlydisintegrating!!!!
Last song - Kiss Me Baby - E'Last
Last movie - Disney's the Haunted Mansion (yes the 2023 remake!)
Currently watching - Yuri on Ice! (they're so gay it's the best)
Currently reading - A Curse For True Love by Stephanie Garber (mhm mhm it's that good)
Currently craving - Someone to hold me close and tell me everything will be okay
Last thing you searched for writing purposes - The definition for violacé (the French word to describe something that is a purple colour) to make sure I wasn't mistaking one word for another (Yes I'm fluent in French, I'm French Canadian lol)
I will tag @awleeofficial, @pressed-poppies-and-poetry, @ko0l-k1dd0, @olive-riggzey, @dancinginsepia, @fire-but-ashes-too, @halleyuhm, @clearcloudlesssky, @briannaswords, @maddstermind, @worldsfromhoney, @poet-dreaming and @holdmyteaplease only if you want, and of course, as always, if you see this and would like to do it too, feel more than welcome!
#tag game#tagged game#writers life#writeblr#writing#writing community#writers on tumblr#writers#creative writing#writers of tumblr#writer#gin🖌️💜#bee💛🐝#cristie🤍🧸#gracie🍋✨
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hi bee!! Just wanted to say love your writing! Sending good vibes pookie
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ngl getting called pookie just made me laugh
thank youuuu I'm so glad you enjoy my stuff, you're so sweet!! sending good vibes to you too <3
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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚➶ mutuals •°. *࿐
theo🦊 ; ⤑✧∘ @canadianwatermelon ∘✩
chai ; ⤑✧∘ @seonghwas-lighter ∘✩
ju🐇 ; ⤑✧∘ @wonieily ∘✩
lizziora ; ⤑✧∘ @minho-hoho ∘✩
may🐸 ; ⤑✧∘ @tyunni ∘✩
clara🎧 ; ⤑✧∘ @/haerinzluvr ∘✩
laya ; ⤑✧∘ @libi-libido ∘✩
zainab ; ⤑✧∘ @user-123456789 ∘✩
ellie💭 ; ⤑✧∘ @deafeningballoonnacho ∘✩
miles ; ⤑✧∘ @star1117-archives ∘✩
elai☕ ; ⤑✧∘ @horanghae-mianhae ∘✩
paige🌸 ; ⤑✧∘ @yeonjunsleftboob ∘✩
wyn💜 ; ⤑✧∘ @/wyynn ∘✩
soph🐉 ; ⤑✧∘ @moonandsunwoo ∘✩
aelin ; ⤑✧∘ @veenxys ∘✩
lexi ; ⤑✧∘ @heepottt ∘✩
rin ; ⤑✧∘ @sandwichrin ∘✩
cha ; ⤑✧∘ @jaesvelvet ∘✩
chip🍒 ; ⤑✧∘ @jaehunnyy ∘✩
tater🥔 ; ⤑✧∘ @potaeto-writes ∘✩
mel ; ⤑✧∘ @/astro-yechan ∘✩
kai🥞 ; ⤑✧∘ @ventismacchiato ∘✩
jea ; ⤑✧∘ @/uwoodobi ∘✩
mimi ; ⤑✧∘ @ihavenocarinsurance ∘✩
rose🌹 ; ⤑✧∘ @7a-updates ∘✩
han⚡ ; ⤑✧∘ @softxsuki ∘✩
aditi ; ⤑✧∘ @bluejaem ∘✩
raven🐶 ; ⤑✧∘ @lyneyhoon ∘☆
cara🎡 ; ⤑✧∘ @scented-morker ∘✩
ahna ; ⤑✧∘ @rukkiya ∘✩
zero🦦 ; ⤑✧∘ @ad0rechuu ∘✩
malak🌻 ; ⤑✧∘ @completelyrain ∘✩
nessa ; ⤑✧∘ @minnielvr ∘✩
jenny🌼 ; ⤑✧∘ @minholing ∘✩
kira ; ⤑✧∘ @sungtny ∘✩
kiera🍓 ; ⤑✧∘ @cherrysvng ∘✩
berry📍 ; ⤑✧∘ @angelic-jeonghan1004 ∘✩
zanna🍰 ; ⤑✧∘ @slytherinshua ∘✩
livvy🦩 ; ⤑✧∘ @143sourdough-pancakes ∘✩
deni🪷 ; ⤑✧∘ @xo-lesserafim / @cha3w0n-hearts ∘✩
leilani🥂 ; ⤑✧∘ @hiyyihs-aein ∘✩
lelia🌙 ; ⤑✧∘ @jakeyzzz ∘✩
kei🍨 ; ⤑✧∘ @misokei ∘✩
leila🧸 ; ⤑✧∘ @leiksx ∘✩
mani🍁 ; ⤑✧∘ @kvjunzzz ∘✩
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meg🪐 ; ⤑✧∘ @kpopstanmeg ∘✩
harper🐿 ; ⤑✧∘ @hannahhbahng ∘✩
bee🧍♀️ ; ⤑✧∘ @he4rtsforjihoon ∘✩
lilliane🎀 ; ⤑✧∘ @bearseulgs ∘✩
dia🐤 ; ⤑✧∘ @iiraluv ∘✩
kass ; ⤑✧∘ @kararisa °☆
astra ; ⤑✧∘ @csmicvrse °☆
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚➶ pls let me know if you'd like to be removed or anything like that !! if you'd like any notices for me to be aware of, i have been ia and i don't know a lot about what has recently gone around !! stay safe , i love you all <3 !! •°. *࿐
#HELP I STILL HAVE BEEN IA SO IM SORRY I TRIED MY BEST REMEMBERING NAMES#😭😭#!@ mutuals <3 .#!@ navi <3 .
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New dream threesome unlocked
the way i'm suppressing a smile bc i already want to write this ...
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Welcome to the illness
This blog is for a bunch of ill bursona alters in our systen to do talkbacks and rp style posts
Sign offs: <Source, Chosen name, Prns, Sign off>
COLLECTIVE • Wilbur • He/They • ⚔️
C!Wilbur • [Lukas] • He/Him • 📔
L'manbur • [Adam] • He/Him • 🏹
Pogbur • [] • He/It • ☕️
Vilbur • [V] • It/He/Bomb • 🧨
Ghostbur • [Pax] • He/They/Ghost/Blue • 🦋
Limbur • [] • He/Scream • 🧳
Deadbur • [] • He/Him • 🧼
Jubileebur • [] • He/Him • 📞
Salinebur • [] • He/It/Sulk • 💊
YSWRbur • [] • He/They • 📹
LosingfaceBur • [] • He/They/It • 🎞️
SISVbur • [] • He/Him • 🎒
LJ+ISBur • [] • He/Him • 🌆
Revivebur • [Rev] • He/It • 🚬
Utahbur • [] • He/Him • 📦
100p/Godbur • [Ethos] • He/God/Angel/Divine • ⛪️
Simpbur • [Romeo] • He/They • 💾
Incelbur • [Juno] • He/She/Love • 💕
IHRMbur • [] • He/Glitch/Code • 📼
Softbur • [Max] • He/They • 🍜
ARGbur • [] • He/Dark/Haunt • 🗞️
PBur • [] • He/Him/His/They • 🍻
OSMPbur • [] • They/He/Phantom/Float • 🕯️
CC!Wilbur • [] • He/Him • 📀
Geobur-?? • [] • He/They/Plant/Bee • 🗺️
YLYLbur • [] • He/Him • 📽️
TP • [] • He/She/Glam/They • 💄
MCCbur • [] • He/Him • 🎮
Hard to explain- • [] • He/Him • 🪣
TipTup • [Charlie] • He/They • 🧸
Highschool!Wil • [Jason] • He/Him • 📓
Royal!Wil • [] • He/They • 👑
Jock!Wil • [Ryan] • He/Him • 🏀
hard to explain- • [Liam] • He/Him • 🩳
i- college? • [] • He/Him • 📚
HO16bur • [] • He/Him • 🚐
onedaybur • [] • He/Him • 🧭
sexsellsbur • [] • He/They • 🔦
Tauntbur • [] • He/They/It • ⚡️
30daybur • [] • He/Him • ⚙️
Passerinebur • [Prince] • He/Peace • 🕊️
hard to explain again • [] • He/She/It • 🪩
sorrybur • [] • He/Him • 💰
zombur • [Maxwell] • He/It • 🐍
cultbur • [Aaron] • They/He • 🐾
(NOT A COMPLETE LIST, INFO TO BE ADDED, NAME SUGGESTIONS OPEN- THE STORY OF WHY WE'RE ALL NAMELESS SUDDENLY IS KINDA TRAUMATIC-)
We know some sources overlap, not our fault <33
WE DO:
Reactions
Asks + Answers
Writing Recs
ALL source irl + Alter interactions
DMs open
Character/Persona type asks (OC ask type stuff doesn't make us uncomfy- NOT THE CASE FOR ALL SYSTEMS!!)
Source talkin'
Name, Pronoun, Neo, Xeno talk + suggestion responces
Chatting w/ Anons
More I bet
WE WANT FRIENDS !!!! ^^
#bursonas#did alter#anon ask#simpbur#incelbur#argbur#vilbur#revivedbur#wilbur soot#osmp wilbur#ghostbur#system#actually did#pogbur#godbur#100pbur#c!wilbur#dsmp irl#wilbur soot irl#utahbur#softbur
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