#everything is super fucking rushed. like i can not BELIEVE wheeler would turn in like several weeks

[selamat-linting]

unblocking several ppl because they admit the ending to wrestledream was ass

[elizabeth-mitchells]

How about “ you should be with someone who respects you. “ “ and who would that be? “ for the prompts?

Nancy Wheeler was unstoppable.

As in, she could single-handedly save or destroy the world if she set her mind to it. But also, as in once she starts walking, you better follow her or you’ll be left behind, because she is not stopping. That’s how, shortly after Nancy rushed inside Family Video, aggressively ranting about something stupid that Jonathan had said over the phone, Robin found herself following her outside, all over the parking lot, until she finally stopped to catch her breath behind the store where Nancy was still pacing, ranting, and pacing some more.

“Listen,” Nancy said, taking a breath.

“Always,” Robin nodded, feeling proud to see Nancy’s lips twitch in a quick smile before she went back to frowning and resumed her angry rant.

“I know he didn’t mean what he said, but I don’t want to defend him, you know? I love him as a friend but I mean, we already broke up a while ago, right? He has no right to say that to me!”

“Well, I don’t know the guy very well so, in my humble opinion, he can go fuck himself,” Robin shrugged, “You should be with someone who respects you. At all times.”

“And who would that be?” Nancy wondered, turning around and finally standing still so she could look at Robin. Nancy waited, but after seeing Robin blush furiously, open and close her mouth repeatedly, fumbling for words, she started walking and talking again. “I know you’re right, Robin, I know, but who? Where am I possibly going to find someone that respects me, that’s fun and sweet, and supports me but challenges me without being a jerk. Someone I can trust, someone I can talk to about anything. Someone that understands what I’ve gone through and isn’t afraid to follow me when I can’t stand still and… Robin?”

“Nance?” Robin asked while avoiding eye contact.

“I’m thinking…”

“Cool. I decidedly stopped doing that like a full minute ago.”

“Robin,” Nancy insisted. She’d finally stopped pacing and Robin almost wished she’d go back to it. Instead, Nancy took slow and deliberate steps toward her before asking, “You… you’ve done all that… for me. Haven’t you?”

For a moment, it looked like Robin was seriously considering running away, but eventually, her defenses faltered and she shrugged again. “It wasn’t exactly an accident,” she said softly with expressive blue eyes looking deep into Nancy’s eyes and telling her everything she needed to know.

“Why didn’t I ever notice? Why didn’t you say anything? You talk about everything!” Nancy said, including a little nervous laugh as she stepped even closer to Robin.

“Not about the most important stuff,” Robin smiled timidly at her, “that I tend to keep to myself.”

Nancy shook her head fondly at her and said, “You’re so dumb.”

In response, Robin scoffed loudly, even though a smile threatened to take over her face. “Hey, you’re the one that didn’t even notice. Aren’t you supposed to be like the super smart, super attractive, journalist slash detective, and…” Robin’s words were interrupted by Nancy standing on her tiptoes to kiss her. 

The moment their lips touched, both girls let out a small sound of surprise, as if they still had trouble believing what seemed to be obvious but, with a certain ease that wasn’t as surprising as they expected, they quickly relaxed in each other’s arms. Nancy’s hands tenderly cradled Robin’s face, and Robin’s hands moved to Nancy’s waist to keep her close and steady and safe. 

send me ronance prompts

[cockasinthebird]

ahhh grats on the milestone!! also holy shit youve got 500 prompts stored away somewhere??? im gonna go with my favourite number combo..... 317 👀 im super excited to see what you come up with!! 💖 -bbsitterpng

@babysitterpng  Thank you so much!!! And yes, 500 goddamn prompts, all carefully curated, only the best for my beloved mutuals and followers!!

I got SO ELATED when I saw that you sent me a mystery prompt request!!!! ❤️💕 I would have finished it yesterday, but I got uhhh distracted 😏😏😏

317. “I think you’ll be happy to know I’m not wearing any underwear.”

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again and again and again; I knew exactly what I wanted to write for this immediately, and while I worry the exposition seems too rushed, I am very satisfied with the rest, all near 4k words!

So please, enjoy~

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Today has been a long day that started when the sun had barely found its place in the sky.

Neil was beating at his bedroom door, asking why it’s locked, threatening to kick it down, demanding that Billy get up right now to mow the lawn, just to complain about what a shitty job he did after, shouting about how he has to do everything himself.

Billy would beat his pillows, lift weights till his muscles hurt, and smoke like a chimney, all to alleviate stress in one way or another.

At 12 Max was leaving to go play DnD with her little loser friends, ready to skate her way over there, but Billy needed to get out of the house, have a valid excuse, and it doesn’t get better than “watching out for his little sister.”

They’re on good terms now, after they had gotten in an intense fight and she screamed at him to just leave her and her friends alone, and after not spending every waking hour hating and antagonizing her, she’s not as annoying anymore, and Billy thinks that perhaps his anger was the issue here, not her being a little shit.

That realisation helped him a lot in general. It’s around that time he “apologised” to Harrington the best he could, but when Steve was nice and understanding of his issues, it only made him angry again. Billy doesn’t believe he deserves to be forgiven so easily, no, Harrington should have hit him, defended himself, gotten pissed and told Billy to fuck off.

Instead they wound up at Benny’s diner, sharing a giant plate of fries and a milkshake each.

“My treat,” Steve insisted.

And that’s when old issues resurfaced; the same exact issues that meant they had to leave California. The same exact issues that brought Billy’s wrath upon this pretty boy. The same exact issues that led one thing to another, and now Billy knows the route from his house to the Harrington Mansion like the back of his hand; could drive it with his eyes closed now.

But he doesn’t want to seem needy or clingy. Doesn’t want to be what he is - the way he is.

So after dropping Max off at the Wheeler’s house, the fiery redhead even going as far as to offer him a bit of a smile, he didn’t go home. Didn’t drive to Steve’s house either no matter how much he wanted to.

Don’t be needy, don’t be clingy. You’ll see him later.

So for four hours he drove around town, smoked by the quarry, got admired at a gas station when he refilled, passed Steve’s street far too many times, went to the empty pool that’s closed for the year and sat with his feet over the edge and smoked some more, restlessly kicking the tiling. Over the course of this time he checked his watch at least a billion times.

When it was finally 4pm, he drove to pick up his sister and El - the gang having managed to convince both Steve and Billy to take them to the movies to watch the last screening of The Neverending Story, which doesn’t exactly sound like something he wants to watch, but knowing Steve will be there, he agreed all too readily.

And as he pulls back up to the Wheeler’s again, he sees the brown BMW, Steve leaning against the door as he waits for the boys to pile into his car. Billy’s heart is beating like a painful drum in his aching chest, and when Steve sees him sitting and waiting for the girls, he smiles at him and waves.

Billy is as always astounded and breathless by the way Steve smiles, the way Steve looks at him now, like he’s happy to see him. He can’t smile back, he wants to, but his face feels dull and incapacitated. He wants to just kick open his car door, stomp up to Steve and fucking kiss him. Instead he simply waves back.

Then Max breaks the trance as she pulls open the door and crawls in to sit in the back with El.

“What the hell took you guys so long, I’m starving,” Billy complains as he looks over his shoulder at them.

Max is smart and doesn’t answer, and Billy is smart and doesn’t ask again. No he remains quiet as they follow the beemer, Max and El laughing loud and joyous behind him like girls their age do, talking about shit he doesn’t care for, just focuses on the car in front as they drive to Benny’s diner for early dinner before going to wolf down popcorn at the cinema.

-

The gang is eager and excited, like kids should be, running to the diner as they talk all too frantically about whatever it is kids talk about, Billy is really not paying attention, when Steve is right there.

“Find a booth where we can all sit!” Steve shouts after them, and Billy’s not sure if they heard him at all. “Hey Hargrove, got a smoke?” his voice kinder and friendly, too friendly, as he addresses Billy.

Steve leans against the hood of the camaro, smiling all too wide. He’s dressed in high waisted jeans and a red crop top that shows just enough of a midriff for it to be too much for Billy.

He takes up a spot next to Steve, just far away enough for it to not be suspicious, but absolutely too far away for it to not be enough, yet even from here he can smell the floral soap and honey shampoo. Can’t help but think of how soft Steve’s skin is, how silky his hair is, all newly washed and clean of him. Wonders if the purple hickeys are still visible across his chest, up his thighs.

Even though Steve is trying his best to meet Billy’s gaze, he refuses to look at him just in case it would be too obvious what he’s thinking about, as he unwraps a fresh pack of Marlboro and offers one up.

When Billy ignites his lighter and reaches forth, Steve touches his hand, holds it steady as he leans in to bring his cigarette to the flame. There’s a burning sensation where his pale, soft hand connects them, and when Steve dares rub Billy’s wrist with his fingers, there’s a pain shooting through his heart, a sharp wanting for more. No, a need for more. He’s caught staring at those pretty, pink lips when Steve pulls away and exhales a cloud.

“What’s wrong?” he asks with a wry smile, clearly aware.

“You know damn well ‘what’s wrong’,” Billy snaps a bit harsher than intended as he continues to force himself to look away.

Thankfully Steve takes it well and huffs a laugh filled with smoke.

They end up in silence after that; the comfortable kind that comes from being at peace together, easy and relaxed and pleasant, one where they don’t need words because there’s no longer any doubt between them. Perhaps that’s what love is, as cheesy and gross as that may be, Billy ponders. To be able to just exist together without it being awkward or stilted. Perhaps he’s fallen a bit in love with his ex-rival. Or perhaps he’s just in love with how he feels when he’s with Steve, both physical and not.

It isn’t till Steve finishes his cigarette, drops it on the asphalt and stomps it out, that he speaks,

“Oh, I almost forgot, I wanted to tell you something.” He’s smiling like the cat that got the cream, licking his lips a bit too slowly as he goes to whisper in Billy’s ear, “I think you’ll be happy to know I’m not wearing any underwear.”

Billy’s heart skips several beats at that, before then going too fast - rapidly pumping blood through him, and there’s a certain rush of it going straight to his dick. He stares too long into those deep, dark eyes, mischievous and satisfied with the response as Billy short circuits.

“What?”

Steve shrugs and tips his head to the side a bit, acting all innocent and oblivious, lips drawn tight in a smile that goes from ear to ear. He opens his mouth and takes a long inhale, insinuating that he’s about to say something, then simply turns around, hands in his pockets as he walks towards the diner.

Leaving Billy behind, baffled, astonished, dumbfounded.

-

The next two hours feels like days.

They sit in the diner, Billy and Steve across from one another.

The kids are still as energetic as before, their voices a jumble of words and phrases and retellings of DnD from today’s session. Steve chews on his straw as he tries to follow along with whatever they’re talking about, laughing when they laugh, nodding on occasions. Whenever he looks over at Billy, blue eyes flee to stare out the window instead, finding great interest in the pattern of how one street light flickers.

Before the movie starts, they go to let out water by the urinals of the cinema, Billy standing right next to Steve, having hoped to catch a glimpse, see if he’s telling the truth, the urge near irresistible to just take a quick look, but the other men around them might not take too kindly to something like that.

And during the movie they sit together at the end of the row.

Steve, Billy, Max, El, Mike, Will, Dustin, Lucas.

He didn’t care for the movie before, only going along as a sign of friendliness and to have an excuse to not be home, but now. Now he’s almost hating having to sit here, next to Steve, shoulders nearly touching, shoes pressed together on the dark floor, only an armrest between them.

For the first twenty arduous minutes, Steve doesn’t do anything, doesn’t say anything, showing no sign of registering how near they are, just watches the movie in silence with a smile, while Billy is sat next to him, burning up despite his shirt being unbuttoned as always, mind racing with thoughts and images of Steve Steve Steve.

So distracted by all of that, that he nearly jumps when Steve touches his hand. Same softness and tenderness from earlier on the parking lot, the way Steve always touches him with just a hint of hesitance when they’re not completely alone.

But the cinema is dark, the kids are entranced, and there’s barely a handful of people besides them, so maybe it’s safe enough.

Billy raises his fingers into the touch, thinking that Steve wants to hold hands, intertwine them, any of that stupid romantic shit that he loves and Billy pretends to only barely tolerate, but the touch moves past that, a feather across the back of his hand, up to gently and carefully grab him by the wrist.

At that, Billy finally looks down, keeps facing the big screen but pays acute attention to what Steve is doing, where he’s leading his hand, placing it on his knee, Billy’s fingers in between spread legs. He continues to guide the hand further up, towards the heat of where his thighs meet, effectively sending Billy’s heart rate sky high.

When he finally turns his head, he finds Steve staring right back, a small and restrained smile, and in that moment, Billy feels like he can read Steve’s thoughts, knows exactly what’s on his mind, never doubts it for a second, and is proved right when Steve stands up and climbs over the seat to walk along the empty row behind them.

Billy whips around to Max, and hisses out, “We’re going for a smoke, don’t fucking go anywhere.”

“Yeah yeah,” she groans all indifferent and waves him away, eyes big and caught in the movie.

-

The bathroom at the Hawk is as clean as it ever gets, and perhaps not too shockingly, empty. Movies are running and people are seated.

Steve stands looking at himself in the mirror, fixing his hair, not that it looks any different to Billy now than before.

He takes heavy steps towards the brunette, announcing himself and catches Steve’s eyes in the mirror, watching as Billy approaches and steps behind him. Billy leans in to run his nose up Steve’s neck, inhaling deeply and humming out pleasantly, blinking slowly as he keeps pressing his face into the crook there, not quite kissing yet.

Eyes dart back to the mirror where heavenly blue meets chocolate brown, a feverish intensity there as Steve stares back. Gently, but with no hesitation, Billy snakes his arms around Steve’s waist, past the belt and up to touch where skin shows between jeans and the top.

When there’s no ‘stop’, he keeps going, curls his fingers around the red fabric and lifts up, exposing Steve’s chest to the both of them in the mirror. Bitten and marked, purple and red, Billy eyes his masterwork with an appreciative gaze, and with one hand keeping the shirt away, he moves the other up to graze his fingers across each little bruise his lips left just two days ago.

Steve hums a bit, erotic and turned on, and if more were to happen now, it wouldn’t be the first time they’d found their way together in public. And perhaps that thought strikes Steve just as it does Billy, for he pushes back into him, rubbing his soft ass against where he finds a slight bulge already.

“Fuck, Stevie…” Billy huffs and breathes against Steve’s neck, eyes closed as he relishes in the slow friction, kissing sloppy and half-minded against pale skin. “You really wanna do this here? Where the kids could just walk in any moment?”

“I would have maybe pushed you into a stall first,” Steve laughs, a slight stutter to it. “But I was thinking your car? The movie is like two hours, we could find an alley, park there, let me ride your cock?”

A growl escapes by the enchantment of those words, and Billy bites into Steve’s neck, earning him an illicit little hiss and smirk.

“How am I supposed to say no when you put it like that?”

-

Neither of them feel particularly bad for just abandoning the gang like that, but they’ll be quick, hidden in this alleyway, not too far away from the theatre, a bit of fun while the others gawk and gape at the magic of movies.

But it’s hard to be remorseful, when Steve is moaning like this, Billy two fingers deep in him in the driver's seat of the camaro.

Steve didn't lie about going commando today; told Billy, “When I found out you were tagging along, I hoped I’d get to have you alone like this.”

It took Steve less than two seconds to start getting undressed when Billy turned off the engine, whereafter he crawled right onto his lap, hard and bottomless, knees over Billy’s shoulders, feet locked behind the headrest, back against the steering wheel. 

“Ah-h, mmh, fuck, Billy-” he whines, hands placed firm on Billy’s legs for support as he lifts and angles his ass to allow Billy access with lubed up fingers.

His other hand squeezes Steve’s leaking prick, using the precum to slick up the flesh, keeping him hard and crying like that. His own lonesome cock aches where it lies full against his stomach; the button down having been opened completely to avoid staining it, and giving Steve something to admire.

“Billy, please, just- oh- just fuck me already!” Steve’s voice pitched high with lust and impatience, brows drawn together, his arms shaking underneath his own weight.

“Just don’t wanna hurt you, baby,” Billy purrs.

He watches with great interest as he pumps two fingers in and out of Steve’s wet hole, making a scissoring motion to stretch him properly.

“Mmh, we don’t exactly have time for that, and I need you so bad,” Steve says with the sweetest, most alluring tone he can.

And God if that doesn’t go straight to Billy’s twitching dick.

“You sure?” He wants to double check anyways.

“Yes- yes! Just- get a condom, I don’t wanna ruin my favourite pants.”

Billy chuckles lightly at that thought as he leans to reach for the glovebox, absolutely turned on by the idea of Steve walking around brimming with him, his cum dripping out and running down his thighs. Perhaps another time.

The condom rolls on with ease, Billy having become quite the expert with one through time, but he has been getting a lot of practice lately what with Steve and his more adventurous side, and wearing a rubber when fucking in public makes for an easy and quick cleanup. He gives himself a few good strokes to lube up good and nice, ensuring that Steve gets a smooth ride as he aligns himself with the hole that flutters eagerly to suck him in.

Greedy, starved, zealous, Steve sits himself on that veiny dick, ass fully flush with Billy’s hips, breathlessly gasping and cursing around his name, “Fuck Billy…”

“Mmmh,” Billy hums and licks his lips, staring down with adoration at how he’s buried deep inside of Steve’s ass, tight with lack of preparation, but- “You feel so good baby, taking my cock so well.”

He brings his hands to grab Steve by the hips and guide him in a circular motion, muscles clenching around him that can only be described as beautiful, eliciting groans and causing him to dig in his nails.

Steve’s panting, bangs sticking to his forehead from sweat, the windows fogged up, telling anyone that would walk by exactly what was going on, and when he lifts up to fuck himself on Billy’s fat erection, they shake the entire car with his fervor; each time he sinks down he moans more; moans with less and less self control.

“Take off your shirt, pretty boy,” Billy drawls out and swipes his tongue across shiny and sharp teeth. “Wanna see you.”

It’s a hurried motion that takes less than three seconds for Steve to yank off the crop top and grab on to Billy’s knees again, refusing to wait even one moment in the haze of his neediness. 

Billy, however, faced with marks of his own making, takes time to appreciate how perfectly purple suits Steve’s pale skin, blooming across his pecs, his tits, near nipples that strut now, begging to be touched. And who is he not to oblige. Hands travel up from hips, past the waist, to Steve’s chest - the brunette seemingly lost in chasing his own high, that he doesn’t notice where Billy is going till he presses hard against the sensitive buds.

“A-ah! Fuck, Billy!” And he throws his head back.

Steve’s entire body tenses at that, each muscle flexing and twitching, contracting around Billy’s steely cock, and he can’t help himself but to thrust into the clenching hole, the rim taking a chokehold on the base of his prick. Steve has to bring up a hand against the roof of the car to keep himself from hitting his head, while also giving him the ideal leverage to push down hard, bodies colliding, skin slapping together in a lascivious and erotic rhythm.

“God, you’re such a little slut for my cock, huh baby?” Billy growls like a ravenous wolf as he pounds into Steve, forcing out every little cry and moan, telling him that he’s hitting just the right spot.

“Billy- Billy, ah-a, fuck- fuck-” Steve whimpers and looks down to watch one hand on his hip that pulls him down, another rubbing hard against his nipple. 

“Yeah, harrh, listen to yourself,” and Billy pauses to listen to how Steve mewls, revelling in the fact that he’s the cause of that. “So loud and lewd, baby, calling out my name like that.”

“Billy.”

He’s a confident guy, Keg King and lady killer, and while shit like emotions and feelings stuns him, this brings him alive, lust coiling in his gut, burning hot and white, ramping up to a fever pitch as he fucks with wild abandon into Steve’s wet cunt.

Billy hasn’t bothered masturbating in a good while, no, he saves all of that pent up energy for Steve, to fill him up; desire blinding him to anyone else but his princess.

“Mmhnn- ahh, fuck, Stevie, can’t wait to get you alone tonight,” he says, voice fucked out and perverted, Steve looking at him as he speaks, “Drop off all the little shits and then fuck you into your mattress till you’re a mess, pump you full of my cum.”

Steve’s eyes screws shut tight, mouth wide open as he moans, “Yes, oh God, Billy-”

“Yeah? You want that?”

“Yes! Please! Fuck-” He nods the best he can, hair bouncing.

“You’re such a good little whore for me, princess, so needy for my cock.”

“Billy- Billy please,” Steve croons, all pathetic and close.

“Anything,” Billy responds with fast devotion, a promise that he gladly lives up to, knowing well what it is Steve is begging for, wants to hear him say it anyways.

“Touch me, please, ah-h- I’m so so close, fuck…”

Billy grins wide, so self satisfied it’s nearly disgusting, and he closes his fingers firm around Steve’s slick erection; he gets so fucking wet, leaking profusely, swears it only happens when he’s with Billy like this.

“Just like that, yes! Oh fuck, I’m- ah-”

“Yeah, cum for me baby, wanna watch you- show me what I do to you.”

Billy jerks him off quick and crude, knows how Steve likes it, how he needs it; loves being manhandled, talks about that whenever he’s with Billy he feels small and light.

And Steve cums with a loud and unadulterated moan, stilling his entire body in a tense pose as Billy fucks him fast; slamming quickly against his prostate, hand milking him good till he’s emptied out on his own chest.

It is a glorious thing to watch, a masterpiece of performance only for him, a grand show for a one man audience that Billy gets to relive again and again and again. Steve’s jaw drops as he continues to cry out like he’s a goddamn porn star, overstimulated and loving it.

Billy’s own orgasm is far less showy; a few shallow, brutish thrusts, grunting through gritted teeth, he shoves Steve down onto him hard as his hips stutter through completion, waves of impossible heat pouring out and leaving him a puddle of bliss and euphoria.

Time is lost to them, as they sit like that; Steve’s one leg having fallen between the seats as he went limp with exhaustion, still firmly planted in Billy’s lap, who’s soft and complacent and fucking tired, both of them breathing heavy.

“We should… we should go back…” Steve mumbles with closed eyes.

Billy’s watching the way Steve’s cum slowly slips down his chest, running over his abs and nearing his pubic hair.

“Do we have to?” he eventually manages to ask.

And Steve chuckles at that, the vibrations through his body clenching around Billy’s spent cock and he can’t help the sore “ooh”s and “ahh”s as he tries to pull away from it.

“Sadly we do. Can’t have the kids walk home alone in the dark, besides…” Steve grinds his ass onto Billy’s lap, making him wince in not quite pain, not quite pleasure, but definitely too much. “Think you promised to… fuck me into my mattress?”

[themoonismymuse]

boyfriend || part one

Part two

Masterlist

Summary: you have been dating King Steve Harrington for awhile now, but one party can change everything... 

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader and (eventually) Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1639 

Warnings: cursing? teen drinking, drama, angstttt and like two seconds of fluff :)

Song: boyfriend (with Social House) by Ariana Grande and Social House

A/N: ok so this went in a direction i did not intend for it to go… it was originally supposed to be super fluffy but whatever, i live for the angst. also i hate this

Steve walks beside you, his arm slung over your shoulders. It’s in the morning; first period hasn’t even started yet. Some girls watch you enviously, but mostly people just gawk. Apparently, it’s still weird that you and Steve are dating.

You reach your locker, but Steve doesn’t let go of you. “Steve, I have to get my-” you try to get out. Before you can finish, he swings you around so your back is against the lockers and he’s right in front of you. He smirks down at you, studying your features carefully. He wants to remember each feature of your face, each freckle, every golden fleck in your eyes. “Steve,” you say impatiently, tapping your toe on the linoleum tiles.

“But, babe. You’re so beautiful.”

Your heart flutters a bit as he dips down and captures your lips in his. These kisses never get old. “Okay, okay,” you say, even though you really wish you could stay there forever, with him.

He pouts but steps to the side, leaning on the lockers. You open yours and start pulling books out. “You know, school isn’t that important. We could skip today. Go somewhere secluded…”

You look at him sternly. “I have a test today. You know that.”

Steve grabs your waist as you try to walk away, pulling you back into him. He rests his chin on top of your head. “Stay with me,” he says in a baby voice.

“You’ll see me soon,” you try to wiggle out of his embrace.

“Please?”

You don’t give in. “Steve. I have to get to class.”

Steve lets go of you, but holds onto your wrist. “Love you, (Y/N/N).”

You smile lightly and say, “‘Bye, Steve.”

Later that evening, you find yourself in the same position as earlier. Tammy Thompson is throwing a Christmas party, so, of course, you had to go. Steve has his arm somewhere else this time, around your waist. You found this super unnecessary, but secretly loved it.

“You better not get drunk this time, Harrington. The last time that happened I had to drive you home and you vomited on me,” you say.

He rolls his eyes. “You didn’t have to drive me home.”

“Who else was going to if I didn’t?”

“Fair point.”

Inside Tammy’s house, the two of you find your way over to the host, handing your gifts in for the Secret Santa she organized. You had gotten Nancy Wheeler, which was a relief for you. Nancy is one of your closest friends.

Steve wouldn’t tell you who he got, which led you to believe it was you. “It is not you! Why would I give you a gift in secret if I could just give it to you out right. It doesn’t make sense,” he would respond.

You had forced Steve to wear a tacky Christmas sweater because he made you wear the red velvet dress you owned that you despised. “It’s so cute on you, though!”

“I hate you, Steve Harrington.”

“And I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

Music is booming all around you as you walk through the crowd. Steve tightens his grip on your waist, pulling you closer to him. At the table for Secret Santa gifts, a pretty large pile was already there. You carefully place your beautifully wrapped present in the front of the pile. Steve drops his bag beside yours and says, loudly over the noise, “Let’s go get drinks!”

You sigh, knowing where this is going to end up going.

You follow him to a table surrounded by teens. Red punch is at the end of the table and  there are snacks in glass platters on the table. There’s a little sign that says: KEGS OUT ON BACK PORCH. You use the ladle to pour punch into two red cups for you and Steve. Steve is watching the crowd of people dancing, gazing in a bored manner. “Here,” you say as you thrust the cup into his hand.

He grins at you. “Thanks, baby.”

You stick your tongue out. “I hate it when you call me that.”

You walk off into the crowd, leaving Steve at the table. You hear a shout, “But you are my baby!”

The music playing has a bass that resonates in your heart. As you’re sipping your drink, you hear a voice. “(Y/N)!”

You turn around, searching for the owner of the voice. Nancy Wheeler approaches you, a joyful glint in her eye. Your entire mood lightens at the sight of her. The two of you embrace in a loving hug. When she pulls away, she hands a package to you. “Sorry, I didn’t have time to wrap it,” she apologizes bashfully.

A gift. You sputter out a thanks. “Open it already!” She jumps up and down.

You open the little box, revealing a golden necklace. A little cherub charm dangles prettily from the chain. You feel your eyes begin to well up. She is so thoughtful. “Aw, don’t cry!”

“Thank you so much! It’s beautiful,” you choke. “I think this drink might’ve already made me a little loopy…” you laugh.

Nancy joins in the laughter. “Put it on!” She requests.

You unclasp the necklace and wrap it around your neck. The charm lays delicately on your chest, right above the neckline of your dress. “Thank you again. I love it.”

“I love it, too. That’s why I got it for you,” she laughs.

The two of you speak for a while, moving over to a couch that doesn’t have people draped over it. A familiar face appears over Nancy’s head by the front door; Jonathan Byers. You grin and say to Nancy, “Your boyfriend is looking a little lost, Nance.”

Nancy turns around and sees Jonathan. “Hey, Jonathan!” She shouts.

He walks over and you grin at him. “Exciting party, yeah?” You ask.

“Sure,” he sighs, sitting down. “I almost thought about not coming, but I realized Nancy would kill me if I didn’t.”

“You know I’m right here,” Nancy says.

You stand up, saying, “I’ll leave you two at it, then.”

Nancy grabs your arm. “But you have to stay. Jonathan just got here.”

You give her a wink. “Exactly. I have to go find Steve anyways. He’s probably already wasted.”

Somehow, the living room is even more packed than it was before, making it difficult to navigate. You push your way through, holding your drink high in the air so it won’t spill. There is a lot of grinding going on, which makes you slightly uncomfortable, but you keep walking through. In a second, someone topples into you, causing your cup to slip from your hand and the sticky red punch pouring straight over your head. You screech, sounding like a very loud baby bird. “What the fuck!”

The person who bumped into you was actually two people, a girl from your history class and some random guy. “Do you mind?” You say, seething with anger.

“Not really,” the girl says, going back to making out with the guy. The guy gives you a once over than returns to the girl.

The crowd parts for you now, the commotion gathering most everyone's attention. You pass through. “I guess Steve’s perfect princess isn’t so perfect,” a nasty voice sneers.

You turn quickly to see Carol draped over Tommy H., both dancing with no space between their bodies. “What did you just say?” You hiss. Carol has never spoken to you like this before. She’s normally friendly. Well, as friendly as she can be.

“You heard me, slut,” Carol sneers.

She’s only drunk. It’s fine. You tell yourself. “I-I-” you stutter to produce any words.

Carol looks over your shoulder and her smirk grows wider and nastier. “And maybe Steve is getting bored of our perfect princess,” she says and Tommy H. laughs.

You whip around quickly and your face falls. Steve is all over some girl. Blood rushes to your head and you feel a little woozy. There’s a pounding in your skull. You feel like crying. Screaming. Doing anything other than just standing there stupidly. You make a decision and stomp over to where Steve and the girl are. “What the fuck are you doing, Harrington?” You say, anger building up inside you. You’ve had enough shit tonight.

The girl jumps off of Steve. She spots you with a horrified look and makes a quick escape. Steve isn’t so lucky. You tower over him and say loudly, “Having fun?”

The noise has died down in the room so you can almost hear your heart break. “Y/N, Y/N, it’s not what you think.”

“Don’t lie to me. I trust you enough to know that you won’t cheat on me, but guess what? You did!”

He tries to sputter a response, but you cut him off. “Don’t fucking talk. You don’t get that freedom anymore. I’m so over this shit. You say you love me, but I find you here with some whore. What the hell?! I thought you had changed. I thought everything had changed. But you are just the same as you were a fucking year ago.”

You feel a hand on your shoulder and you turn to see Nancy and Jonathan. “Let’s go,” Nancy whispers.

You turn back to Steve, who looks like he’s about to cry. “Take my advice and stay the fuck away from me from now on,” you say icily. Nancy takes hold of your hand and begins to walk you towards the door.

“Please-” Steve tries to grab your hand, but you turn around quickly.

You lean forward so you’re inches from his face. “Fuck you,” you spit.

Before you can regret anything you said, you leave Tammy’s house and walk off into the chilly night. Your eyes sting, but not because of the cold.

Part two || Part three

A/N: pretty sure i’m going to make a part two because i already started writing it but please, enjoy this <3

[cassiejade]

I read 21 books this month.

That’s right 21.

I am so impressed with myself, this has been the best reading month ever. Ever. Thank god for audiobooks I listened to 11 audiobooks this month, and if it wasn’t for audiobooks I wouldn’t have gotten through some of these books.

I just cannot believe I read 20 books; I’m just in a huge reading mood and just want to read all the books. I can’t get enough and I hope this feeling never goes away. I haven’t felt even close to burning out yet.

Help me when I do lol that slump is probably going to be brutal!

Lets get into my wrap up lol

The Long Way to A Small Angry Planet  by Becky Chambers 4 out of 5 stars

If you are ever looking for an audiobook recommendation, get this one, its such a fun sci-fi read.

Love, Life, and the List by Kasie West 3 out of 5 stars

I don’t know what to say about this one, I didn’t love it but I also didn’t hate it. Kasie’s books have either been a hit or miss with me, and I think it’s because her storytelling doesn’t feel consistent to me.

The Thief  by Megan Whalen Turner 3 out of 5 stars

I was honestly expecting a bit more from this, I’ve heard so many people raving about it, Regan at PeruseProjects has been fangirling over this series so hard that I had to read it, and I was really bored for most of the story.

The Theif’s Daughter  by Jeffery Wheeler 5 out of 5 stars

I read the Queens Poisoner last year which is the first book of the Kingfountain series, and I loved it. I also highly recommend these audiobooks, the narrator is just wonderful. This is a King Arther retelling but its done in the way that its like a prequel to King Arther, its a two-generation series with the first three books dedicated to the events leading up to King Arther and the last three books are the next generation, I haven’t read those yet but I am really looking forward to them.

The King’s Traitor  by Jeffery Wheeler 5 out of 5 stars

I’m not gonna say much about it except this was a great ending to a trilogy.

The Bear and the Nightingale by Katherine Arden 5 out of 5 stars

I don’t know where to begin, the first thing I’ll say, It was everything I wanted from the synopsis. I have a guilty pleasure for a Russian setting, dark fairytales come to life, and the writing was just gorgeous. If you’re a fan of Laini Taylor’s writing I say pick this up. It has such a lush and rich setting, you feel like you are in the world.

Magic Study by Maria V Snyder 4 out of 5 stars

I read Poison Study last year and was a bit enchanted with the world and these characters, I was so frustrated with them at first but the things that infuriated me in the book weren’t an issue continuing on. I loved the school setting so much

Sleeping Giants by Sylvain Neuvel 5 out of 5 stars

I didn’t know much about this before getting into it. I had a general idea that a girl had fallen down a hole and landed in the middle of a giant metal hand. SOLD! GIVE ME. This was told through dossier reports and interviews and it was amazing. Loved and can’t wait for the next book.

The Mark of Athena  by Rick Riordan 5 out of 5 stars

This is the one that turned me onto Riordan’s writing, I was a bit bored while reading the Percy Jackson series, struggled through the Lost Hero, and was hesitant about Son of Neptune, but I loved this one. Everyone coming together from the Greek and Roman camps, Annabeth is a total BAMF, Percy and Jason’s testosterone-fueled competitions. There was just so much that I loved.

btw I’m totally convinced this is what Annabeth was thinking when Percy and Jason met 

Wonder Woman: Warbringer  by Leigh Bardugo 4 out of 5 stars

I was surprised to enjoy this as Wonder Woman is not my all-time favorite DC character, I am a huge fan of the movie and I’m slowly coming around to her. I am familiar with Wonder Woman’s canon story but was really open to a new perspective, a new story from a different point of view, and Bardugo definitely delivered. The action was great and Diana was delightful.

The Cruel Prince by Holly Black 4.5 out of 5 stars

Alright, this book definitely delivered on the hype. I was a bit skeptical going in, everyone left and right was loving this, yet the beginning was so slow. But the storytelling was a bit hypnotic and I slowly and surely just fell in love.

Beneath the Sugar Sky by Seanan McGuire 4.5 out of 5 stars

I adore this series and I hope it continues, every book just leaves me wanting more.

Paperweight by Meg Haston 3 out of out of 5 stars

This is a hard one to sum up, its such an important topic, dealing with all sorts of mental illnesses. But I didn’t care for much of the story, it was angsty, emotional, and just all around a bit overwhelming at points.

The Time Machine by HG Wells 2 out of 5 stars

I was actually really bored reading this, it was a long story being told to a group of friends, the story-telling was rushed and there were points where what the time traveler was saying just didn’t make sense. I listened to this on audiobook and I think that was the only thing that kept me going with the story.

The Picture of Dorian Gray  by Oscar Wilde 1 out of 5 stars

So I guess this is somewhat of an unpopular opinion but I don’t care, come at me, this book is trash! Just straight up garbage. First of all, I don’t like being told how the world works from the eyes of pretentious upper-class fuckboys who have never done a single day of actual work. I understand that these characters weren’t meant to be relatable and to actually be disliked but that doesn’t mean I have to enjoy these long-winded pretentious and boring monologues

Second of all this book romanticizes suicide because all these characters are garbage people; a young girl kills herself over heartbreak and one of the garbage people said that he wishes some of his mistresses had loved him enough to do the same and how lucky the heartbreaker was to be rid of such a love-struck inconvenience. Umm, all y’all can just go choke.

Third, fuck this book.

Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard: The Hammer of Thor  by Rick Riordan 4 out of 5 stars

I am really enjoying the Magnus Chase trilogy. Its so much fun, I love the references the bits of pop culture. The diversity is also amazing, and the Norse gods are just so much fun. I cant get enough to be honest.

Batman: Nightwalker by Marie Lu 4 out of 5 stars

Maybe I’m in the minority here but I really enjoyed this, I was hooked from the getgo and couldn’t read the story fast enough, I needed to know everything that was happening next and I needed to know it now. A really gripping story with a new take on Bruce Wayne.

Scythe by Neal Schusterman 5 out of 5 stars

OMG! Why did I wait so long to read this?!?! This was phenomenal! I loved the story, the world, how dark it was, the characters. I cant think of a negative thing to say. I was hooked to the pages from start to finish, there was no point where I felt bored while reading this.

Yes Please  by Amy Schumer 3 out of 5 stars

There were quite a few points where I was laughing so hard. I listened to this on audiobook too and it was amazing with a cast recording, Seth Meyers came in and read a chapter, Carol Burnett popped in to say that Amy was her best friend, her parents came in and did some readings, and then Patrick Stewart came and read some poems. It was just great. Have I sold you on it yet?

Brave New World by Aldous Huxley 2.5 out of 5 stars

This was an interesting story, but the worldbuilding could have been better, the beginning was super slow! I wasn’t even fully interested until I was almost halfway through…thank god for audiobooks lol.

Artemis by Andy Weir 3 out of 5 stars

I would have liked this a lot more if there wasn’t so much description, so much detail of A going to B and then B going to C, and then why were doing all of this, why the thing is doing the thing! So too much detail, too much spoonfeeding explaining.

On the bright side; I liked the humor in the book, some of it was forced but some lines were great! The story wasn’t that bad. At the end of the day, I did enjoy it.

What was your favorite book you read this month? Mine was probably The Bear and the Nightingale and my least fave was the Picture of Dorian Gray.

  January 2018 Wrap Up: aka my best reading month ever I read 21 books this month. That's right 21. I am so impressed with myself, this has been the best reading month ever.