#thankyou so freakin much!

[starryinkart]

so I dyed my hair and thought it looked a little like melody

soooo

i threw this together

Eheheheheheheheeh

They (and I haha) say thank you so much for cosplaying the lil biscuit Melody!! 💕💕✨✨🥺

I’m sorry it took me super long to reply, I wanted to make an answer that was fit for one of my characters being cosplayed for the first time!! You look super awesome dude!! Love the little details you put in! 🥺

[stardreamer28]

ok I freakin NEED this right now! first some OQ action, Sean posted him & Lana were traveling and been so many places they're like international spies. Lana seconded a OQ spy spinoff, ya'll know I'm all for that!! also Sean & that baby? yes please! then Meghan posted new photo from Sullivan's Crossing. only Canada has it yet but I can't wait to catch up. and there's a cabin!! you do know where I'm going with this, right? (we need to get her scientist on here! or his brother lol) oh also, Meghan's FINALLY doing a Christmas movie with her husband yayayay! thankyou you 3 beautiful people for this much needed OUAT fix for my heart!!

[ididnotknow]

hey im researching drawing tablets that you can like... take out and about with you and i remembered that one comic you drew of your experience of being misidentified as an architect (via spirk) on a train ride and was wondering: What drawing tablet you use/ do you have any recommendations for portable ones?

thankyou!!

(i think about that comic all the freakin time and i love it so much. the spirk. the other persons eyes falling out of their head to stare DIRECTLY at them making out. its perfect.)

(comic for ref> https://www.tumblr.com/ididnotknow/692672943716810752/long-train-journey-shenanigans?source=share )

I use a wacom companion 2 that I bought back in 2016. It used to be extremely good and could even run unity without issue, but honestly it is dying now and can barely run photoshop anymore. I've been looking into switching to an ipad because it's more nomad. Even though the cintiq is as well, you have to carry around the big charger and it is quite heavy.

They don't sell it anymore but I see it has been replaced by the wacom mobile studio pro.

I'd say the pros of wacom is that you get an actual computer. It's running windows 10, you can crack your softwares and it is very versatile, though the price is steep and it's less comfortable to carry around (around 1.5kg+power adapter, so closer to a laptop).

Apple has the advantage of being lightweight, it's easy to use but you are stuck with whatever app is available on it (like procreate that you have to pay for), it's super easy to carry around. Ive tried a couple of different ipads and i found it comfortable to use, though the pen is a bit too thin for me. you have to be ok with giving money to apple, too.

There are obviously alternatives, that often come with a lighter price tag. huion for example also sell pen computers. I have never touched one though, so I cannot give an opinion. I think windows also sells tablets that can be used efficiently to draw, but as for huion, I haven't had the opportunity to try them.

I hope you find something that works for you!

[ask-alphabetboyluvr]

Okay so I have a few things...

I'm so excited for slut war, when will the first chapter arrive?

Then I wanna thank bd jk because of him I had the best orgasm of my life ever. His fingering game is strong damn... now I get why b squirts and everything... cus I fucking did too... freakin everywhere

And the other day I was making up scenarios in my head with them. I have a face claim in my head for byeol. And him and Kook were playing this edging game where he instructs her and she has to edge herself again and again... I tried one and could barely make it through the whole thing.

And to all the girlies out there, once in your life try masturbating with your bladder full.. like it doesn't have to be you on the verge of bursting but just a little pressure like even half full works so well... The sensations will be so intense and the climax absolutely mindblowing.

OK lmao I went too much into detail sorry... thank bd jk for me (aka the person who wrote him) thanks for bringing him into existence

I also wonder how would Jungkook react if b asks him to wear a condom. They're so reckless it scares me sometimes. They should have a talk about if they want kids, it seems like the right time in their relationship to talk about it. People don't and then break up after years of being together because they don't want kids or the number each one wants differ...

OK bye now I'm waiting for slut war and bd too patiently

i saw this come in when i was at work and almost tripped up the stairs hahahahahaha

i wanted to have a few more chapters under my belt before starting uploads -- I've found I really enjoy the schedule releases I did for the last two short stories (slut war wont be a short story, but yk). i'd say not until may!!

there is just.... so much information here hahahha um thank you?? I'm literally reading this over and over kind of unsure how to reply but I'll take it a compliment. it's tickled me a lot hahaha. glad I could ... help? hahahahha

im curious about the face claim!!!

re: condoms he'd probably see it as a little spicy cause it's different lmao. i think they literally used one the first time and from that point forward it was all freewheeling?? so maybe they'd do it to remember the good old days of cockwarming in place of therapy <33

thankyou!! im excited for them to!!

[ant-bunny]

Your art and music are amazing!!!!!

AAH waaah Thankyou 🥺🥺🥺🥺

It really means so much

When I literally get 1 activity and it’s the most hype thing ever, when I get this from anyone I just die (/pos)

Also your art is freakin awesome you’re always so creative I loved the painted rocks especially and Verin is the goat

[soulmvtes]

tiya!!!!!! happy freakin birthday!! visiting your little corner of the internet is always such a joy and a blessing :') youre such a warm lovely soul and i appreciate you very much!! xoxo iz <3

ahhhh thankyou so so much iz my beloved omg :'))) i adore u and i hope ur doing well these days, wishing u a calm n lovely end to the year my sweet <3

[daisies-and-chai]

I posted 2,121 times in 2022

That's 923 more posts than 2021!

54 posts created (3%)

2,067 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@malfoytookmyheart

@silverswallow

@funnytwittertweets

@ashstfu

@swiftmendeshoran

I tagged 232 of my posts in 2022

#i- - 13 posts

#lol - 12 posts

#facts - 10 posts

#chris evans - 9 posts

#spotify - 6 posts

#the weeknd - 5 posts

#omg - 5 posts

#g rants - 4 posts

#smh - 4 posts

#my baby 🥺😌 - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 102 characters

#i can't flip a pancake so makes sense why i can't get physics through this shit load of a brain i have

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

because it is a new year and a new day, it must start on an extremely positive and loving note.

10 notes - Posted January 1, 2022

#4

HAPPY NEW YEAR BBYS 🥳🌻💃

Today, 1st January 2022 brings with it so many new opportunities for us. We have 365 days to evolve into a better person, to grow. I genuinely wish that this year brings us loads of positivity, happiness and good health. I hope all those moments we have felt I'm not good enough are replaced by realising our self worth. All the moments we have not liked even hated a part of us get turned into pure adoration and self love. I wish everyone a very happy new year. Let the past stay in the past let's make new, beautiful memories and achieve more than we have yet.

My Tumblr mutuals I LOVE YOU GUYS. You're like a blessing. I can come to talk to you when I can't talk to the people ik irl. You guys never judge and are always there. You make my life so so so much better. I came on here to be a part of a fandom but who knew I'd find three gems 🥺❤️

@mendesblurb @yournameoneverypage @silverswallow

@swiftmendeshoran babe you are amazing.

@malfoytookmyheart and @chocochipcookie305 you guys are the freakin best.

@the creators who's stories I have read, balled my eyes out to, the memes i have laughed my heart out to and all the beautiful art I have seen, thankyouuu!

@my mutuals, followers or anyone who stumbles across this post guys have the BEST FUCKING YEAR. Stay safe and healthy AND SLAY 😌.

12 notes - Posted January 1, 2022

#3

Hey y'all!

My exam date is 'almost' declared. It's on 17th July, 2022 most probably. So I thought in this last leg of the journey I must give my one hundred percent, right? I'll be going off Tumblr till my exam. I'd miss you all so much. Just thought I'd let everyone know before disappearing without any heads up and making my besties worried. I'll see you soon bbys hopefully as a medico🤞

BYE!

Stay hydrated and keep slaying 💅😚❤️

13 notes - Posted April 2, 2022

#2

Me unintentionally romanticising my life by playing music while cooking or bathing; lighting scented candles while studying and going for long solo strolls every evening, just me, my music and nature.

How do you romanticise your life?

@mendesblurb @swiftmendeshoran @silverswallow @yournameoneverypage @chocochipcookie-305 @malfoytookmyheart

16 notes - Posted February 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Guys... it's my two year Tumblr-versary lol. The way I FORGOT-

😩❤️🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

Bruh, TWO FREAKING years?!?! Like two whole years. But okay, WOW i.

I'm so so so so soooo happy. My first year was so lowkey; I was scared to text 'popular blog owners'; I was legit scared to reblog at one point lol! It's been such a journey. I've loved every bit of it.

I've met such amazing people and I'd never trade this for anything.

@silverswallow @mendesblurb These two people have been my rocks here. They were the ones who made me stay and I'll never forget that. When I started writing they were my source of encouragement. I love you both SO MUCH.

@swiftmendeshoran Britt, the freaking VIBE you have, I LOVE you.

@yournameoneverypage Babe your fics ✨😩

@malfoytookmyheart bro like BRO your blog gets more relatable everytime I'm on there.

@chocochipcookie305 Mal, thankyou for being here.

Tumblr is literally my coping mechanism.

There is so much going on. I've met SUCH great people. All of my studyblr mutuals are the freaking best. I'm EMO and I'm not kidding. @alfalfaaarya @rae-blogging @proving-myself

I have and always will cherish every moment I've spent on here.

🥂 To many more shitposts and rants and fics (reading and hopefully writing)

Signing off

G

23 notes - Posted March 26, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[pwblogarchive]

April 2006

April 6, 2006

hindsight is always 20/20 - in retrospect:

stitch was one of my favorite cartoon characters ever.

the teeth, the extra arms, the meanness.

and always with the best intentions.

thats all.

- petey

4/08/06 Q&A

question

What is the one song you did not write that you wish you had?

answer

young turks by rod stewart - for real.

question

are you going to on one tree hill alot now?if you are you could be asked to be in movies and get to busy with all of that and then end up leaving your band.

answer

no- theres nothing but fob for a long time now.

question

Hey Pete ive been hearing alot of rumors about Fall Out Boy touring with The Academy Is & Panic at the Disco and I was wondering if it was true? and when? because if it is im totally there;^D

answer

we will be touring the uk with the academy later this spring. we are doing reading and leeds with patd- and for those over here in america- keep your eyes peeled because its gonna be secret-

question

Last year you pulled out of reading and leeds now your only playing reading, i live in leeds and am very upset. WHY WHY WHY???

answer

dear angry, we are playing reading and leeds. i am not sure why they haven’t announced the leeds date. please send this angry letter to that person and just come have a good time with us at the show.

question

Pete, waz up? so ya how u like one tree hill, i think ur totally awesome on that show and i hope u stay for a while, how long r u on it?

answer

the cast was absolutely amazing. but i wont be on anymore episodes. i feel like we need to concentrate on fob right now. we all have fun doing other stuff. but my best adventures ever have beenw ith fob and thats where i want to be.

question

I Havent Heard From You In A While. Hows Your Life Been?

answer

up and down. been writing alot lately. tired. but smiling. i love being on tour- i am pretty homesick right now. getting ready to record a new record this summer. i miss roxy and bonnie jane. how are you

question

pete your such a freakin perv my god who talks pictures of them selves naked i guess really desprite guys yuo are GROSS next thing we know you video taped your self doin g it and it got stolen too i dont love you any more

answer

hahahaha. i dunno how to respond. im a dirty regular “desprite” boy- the truth is- go listen to fuct- i told you everything about me on it. i cant help it- go “brook yourself”- ooh classic burn- kinda on myself mostly.

question

Im proud of fall out boy and how successful you guys have gotten.

answer

thank you very much. i wish you werent anonymous cause this one meant alot when i read it

question

pete,ur hilarious.where did that come from?

answer

my daddys zygote- i think. maybe some of you in sex ed could correct me.

question

where can i get tickets for the 2006 Nintendo Fusion Tour if they are on sale if not when will they be on sale

answer

i dont know. we aren’t on that tour.

question

Okay so i was wondering …If p!atd are nice to thier fans cause i know theyre on tour and all and its really hard not to be bitchy,but from what ive heard brendon and brent are jackasses and i know not to believe every thing i hear but are they nice with some really horrible days that just make them seem like theyre bitchy?or are they just bitchy? xoxox courtney

answer

please dont believe what you hear or read on the internet. there is no iq test to go on the internet so unfortunately people can write whatever they want. ive learned from experience. wait until you meet us to pass judgment on how we behave- patd are really good kids i promise you. i wouldn’t work with them if they werent.

question

thankyou for writing all your words and lyrics, they comfort me and make me realize that Im not the only one who feels what I feel. your lyrics are as if you felt the exact same way but worded it beautifully.thank you so much from the bottom of my broken heart.

answer

thanks. that is how the writers i read every single night make me feel. you made my day a bit better. just saying.

question

cheez-its or cheese nips?

answer

cheez-its - nips are total ripoffs. they suck. cheez-its are like new york while cheese nips are like hoops. come on now.

question

First off, may I compliment the genius of this band. i must. my question: will Clandestine publish any non-Pete-Wentz books in the future, or are they limited to just your books?

answer

id love to publish a book of someone else wrote… its got to be words i love though…. we’ve got some things in the works.

question

Dear Pete, I know that tons of girls adore you and go crazy for you, but have you ever encountered gay guys going crazy for you?

answer

i think more boys like me than girls. i think its because i come off pretty flamboyantly.

question

what is the last song you listened to?

answer

dont be long by jaz and the notes.

question

at the albany show at the pepsi, i heard that four people died, is this true? and if it is, how did they die?

answer

tyson ritter was so handsome that they broke their eyes and their hearts stopped. actually wait nobody died.

question

go to quizilla .com search patrick stump and theres this gross story about patrick………..um….yeah

answer

patrick doesnt do gross things. his body is made up of kittens, saturdays, 70 degree weather, first kisses and butterflies. trust me, i cut that bitch open once to check.

question

How do you keep track of your journals? Id lose my head if it wasnt connected. Whats your favorite song that you have written so far? “I read your lyrics like a book, I never get tired of the same sad story.”

answer

well in the foe.com, i realize that people are going to respond so i try to write things where people will be opinionated, fbr i write things that are a bit more abstract, fob one i try and use in an informative way because i know the most people will read, and the livejournal existed for one person and them alone- and they stopped being interested in reading it. - and there is not a single thing i have written that i feel is worth remembering years later- but i am striving towards writing something that will change my mind.

question

Wat iz wrong with u took my word i did not spend the last 2 years watchin Family Guy,so u culd steal my word!!!.Dood ur a bad person!! y do ppl say ur hott ur just a “Bastard”. thatz my word!!

answer

ding ding ding. cue the balloons. this is definitely the funniest question of the week, though im not sure it was intentional. tears in my eyes. step up on the platform and make your speech:

April 18, 2006

“from 36,000 feet above the earth:”

wahahahaha. the boys in the bled made a pretty hilarious parady of my sidekick debacle. look around you can find it im sure. i got a trick or two up my sleeve to make you laugh at me even more than you can make me laugh at me. get ready. its gonna be big.

speaking of we have a couple of big magazine stories coming out soon hopefully they will not cover the same couple stories that tend to get focused on. some of the journalists seemed to go a bit deeper so who knows?

charlie is out next to me. snoring. i want to draw a bomb in his mouth and get him in trouble with the airline. that sounds a bit crazybrains though.

keep it up over at TRL. its amazing that a video that feels so out of place there amongst all the pretty people is sticking around. thats right i said we we'ren't pretty. sorry. i wasn't counting patrick. but technically he is handsome, not pretty- just in case you're keeping score.

laughtrack.

i cant wait to see my dogs and go home for one minute before milwaukee. i know my boy dog is gonna wake up and try to hang out but be way too confused to know whats going on. good times.

roll the credits.

love, the fancy kid

currently reading: the green hills of africa

currently watching: the squid and the whale

currently wishing i was: you

posted by: PETERputyourPANtson

4/18/06 Q&A

question

I was on “your myspace” . and it says your dating a girl named autumn and shes pregnet with your kid and its due in 8 months, is this true?

answer

totally. file this under: i do not have a myspace. how much you wanna bet that some people read the totally and didn’t even read the rest?

question

hey so i just read your interview from absolutepunk.net and it says that you are ready to move out of your parents house and possibly somewhere new. I always thought that the reason you stayed in wilmett was because bands that move to big citys can loose that feel to their music? Is this true that you could move to LA?? I really hope if di that you still drive your sisters purple escort and stay the same old peter because thats what makes you amazing

answer

trust me, i was alot more amazing when i rode a powder blue girls predator bike. you would have asked me for a zillion autographs back then.

question

what happened to the Clandestine wallet?

answer

i hated how the sample looked so it went back to the elves in the factory. it should be done in the next month or so. (the very first part and the very last part of the answer was true- not the middle. wed never trust those damn elves again).

question

My friends have decided that every true rock fan can be divided into two catagories. Someone is either a Korn fan or a Slipknot fan. Which are you?

answer

uh.

question

Peter, Peter, People eater… i just want to thank you for your bad fashion. because of you horrible sense in style you have inspired me to give fashion another try… so thanks again on helping me find my dream when i thought all hope was lost for it…

answer

hahaha. thanks i guess. clash away.

question

i love the song i slept with someone in fall out boy and all i got was this stupid song writen about me…so did u actually sleep with someone in fall out boy?? Who??

answer

did i sleep with someone in fall out boy? no way! those dudes are sell outz! once i fell asleep watching weekend at bernies two cause it was so boring. its no captain ron.

question

Im going to the UIC pavillion concert and i was just wondering if you had to have a pass or anything to get into the meet and greet or if its for every1, b/c i relllly wanna mee you guys

answer

we do meet and greets every night- it depends on the night how many kids and who get in- after the show if we dont leave right away, do interviews or have to watch out for curfew we try and meet kids waiting around. it all depends. we do our best.

question

Fall Out Boy performing at a Sox game? Whhhat?! Two of my favorite things in the world and Im not going, because I dont have tickets Wednesday. *Cries*. National league huh? So you might be doing something involving that other Chicago team whos name I wont mention for I fear I might gag. You should consider giving us more notice next time so I can come. Mhmm.

answer

they asked us to play yesterday. they should consider giving us more notice. Haha.

question

how good is petes and pats friendship??? Just wondering

answer

good enough to know that he would lose his crackers if he heard you call him pat.- just kidding. he is like lays potato chips. i blah blah blah (forgot the slogan that goes with it) cant stop eatin em or something.

question

Pete I would give anything to play mini golf with you. Plus im legal way legal five seven three six eight six three zero five five

answer

i typed your number into my code and it did not make my robot butler bring me a peanutbutter and honey sandwich. you are fucking fired. but i do love minigolf. me and joe would destroy you at it.

question

Pete, is it true that you are mormon? We saw you here at the show in Utah and have been debating it ever since…

answer

no i am not a mormon. i try my best to be respectful of everyones beliefs.

question

Whats up with the red arm bands in the Saturday video?

answer

le revelucion has begun. get your mustaches. prepare to take to the streets.

question

me and other boardies want to know if you could fund an all boardie school just for us?

answer

so you could sit around and write about how i smell like poop and i taste like poop and look like poop. then we could teach microsoft paint and you could draw me with super extra big teeth and my big dumb head. i think ill pass. see me after class, troublemaker.

question

peter, what did you get for easter? Serisouly.

answer

two plane trips and a headache.

question

How are you today?

answer

sunny and 65

question

I cant wait to see you guys on SNL this Saturday feel free to shout out my name (Lindsey Webber). haha. i love you guys!

answer

its a re-run but you could stick a sticky note on your tv that is a speech bubble coming out of my mouth (ill be on stage left, in case you are trying to figure out where to stick the note).

question

Pete, What was it like Being on one tree hill? That was how i found out about Fall Out Boy…You Guys ROCK!!!

answer

i loved the cast they were amazing. i got to be close friends with some of them- there are somethings about it i wish had gone a bit differently but over all it was an a great learning experience. mark schwan is a rad dude.

question

Pete, Why do you go offstage to change, when everyone had already seen you naked?

answer

your parents and doctors saw you naked does that mean you walk around your house naked and go to the doctors office naked? cause thatd be pretty weird dude. im just sayin…

question

why didnt you guys hang around after the show at chain reaction? do you have to be an OCK now to meet you guys at shows?

answer

because we wanted the show to be about our friends in the hushsound, not us.

question

Hey Pete, so, when can we can expect the new record to come out? Can you give us any information about it?

answer

late fall- info- there will be at least three love songs on it.

April 29, 2006

im pretty much just a lawyer with the way im always trying to get you off

i dont mean to have you worried or troubled. its the last thing i want. never take anything i ever say too seriously. youd need a search party to track my moods. who knows where they went? i guess this doesnt make sense. but in some strange way this is me saying thank you for always being there on the other side of this monitor.

i am watching reality bites right now.

the most exceptional thing about you is how ordinary you believe you are.

i want to be kept.

i am a bull.

she is a china shop.

Posted by xoat 2:24 AM

[aleemie]

Your art style is so freakin awesome and I love it so much!!!! The lil Eridan gifs bring me life and adhd brain go brrrr.

Makes me wanna open up CSP. I got an Eridan WIP I really enjoyed. Might finish it n make a HS blog of my own. Thank you for the inspiration!!!! <3

Thankyou so much !! That means a lot! And you totally should make a blog of your own, it's been helping me learn how to be more consistent with drawing the same character over and over again! I haven't posted anything yet today bc I'm struggling just a bit with how I want to answer some of the asks and I'm a tad artistically exhausted. But noone ever said pushing yourself was easy!! And this is might be the extra nudge I needed <33 I've never actually gotten praise like this on tumblr before so thankyou anon!

[shoezuki]

I hope people chill on the canon family stuff, like you can head canon whatever you want, and like techno/tommy/Wilbur act like brothers, but that doesn’t mean they are. Like it’s really not a big deal either way, and really makes techno seem nicer for letting this random stray kid who hates him stay at his house

OH I Feel you anon like i Love family dynamics sm but considering how the fan content seems to be So Close and even like. related to the dream smp lore and plot. it gets a lil much LMAO

i feel phil wilbur and others got Really swept up in the family idea even tho it Really doesnt make much sense concerning tommy and technoblade n like. considering techno saying its Not canon, tommy Never alluding to it in dream smp streams... i doubt it was ever considered in the plot or even discussed. i dont want to say its pandering to the fandom but, yknow. 

ALTHOUGH. YEAH. headcanons cool as hell. i like the idea of like. found family more. where rather they didnt all Know each other as much before but circumstances as we’ve been seeing bring up together as a sorta stitched together perhaps a little Fucked Up family. thats fun. 

but i am so delighted technoblade straight up was like ‘hm no’ for many reasons including that it just gives More to his character and Makes More Sense and also almost like. taking the story of his own person into his own consideration and his own hands

[thouroghly-inconsequential]

Bro,

what

The

HECK?????

[ker0senebunny]

meet me behind the mall✫*ﾟ･ﾟ

steve harrington x fem!reader

part ii — 9/25/22

summary: steve was never yours to lose. you went in knowing that, but god, you'd give anything to go back to that summer. a tale of childhood enemies, kisses in cars, and the best summer of your life. inspired by my favorite track from folklore. enemies to almost lovers. focuses primarily on seasons 2, 3, and 4. (angst, fluff, smut)

warnings: afab!fem!reader, language, angst, fluff, smut (18+), dom!steve strikes again except he's a lil meaner, sub!reader, drinking/use of alcohol, but no use of sir or daddy etc, praise + degredation combo yktv, oral (m!recieving, mentions of f!receiving), mentions of penetration (pls remember to practice safe sex!!), mentions of fingering, use of pet names, size kink (for like one second), dirty talk, no use of y/n, kinda asshole!steve but pt ii is gonna be more soft s3 steve. promise. all characters are 18+, beta'd (freakin finally) by @flwersgarden, @royalmaybank, @appocalipse, and @kissmxcheek

word count: 9,596 (jeez. now u all see why it took so long)

notes: first of all: thank you to my absolutely lovely proofreaders/editers/besties. you all are always kind, always encouraging, always loving. you motivate me on my most unmotivated days. i admire you all so much as writers and as wonderful people. with that being said, it's been a while, hasn't it! so sorry for the delay. college is very overwhelming! anyways, as you see above, the sequel will (hopefully) be out in two weeks. this is part i of iii so strap in everybody. enjoy! xox olive

p.s. 500 followers wtf??? thankyou im gonna stinkin cry. and as always, reblogs are greatly appreciated. thank u for the lurv (srsly)

when steve harrington loves someone, he makes it known. which perfectly explains why he didn’t want to make you known.

you wanted him to be the boy who walked you up your driveway, moths fluttering against the porch light overhead. you wanted him to take your chin between his fingers and tilt your lips toward his. you wanted to taste the watermelon lip balm he’d borrowed from you. you wanted him to wait until you unlocked the door, almost slipping inside, before turning around to feel the plush of his lips against yours just once more.

and you foolishly believed that he could be that boy.

instead, you got rushed calls asking you to meet him behind the mall in his BMW and a stupid nickname.

steve was probably your greatest enemy (no, you’re not exaggerating. a years-long feud has earned him that title). but it was fine. after all, you had your best friend robin. the two of you were planning on moving to california after high school, dreaming of a shabby apartment with peeling paint that you’d cover up with photos of friends and posters. maybe you’d coparent a cat. you didn’t even know what you wanted to do with your life, yet. you just couldn’t handle hawkins anymore. it was a drab little town, rusted and decaying. not quite past its prime — there wasn’t really ever a prime. you just wanted more.

steve was your next door neighbor. to say things had been rocky between the two of you would be an understatement. your parents were on good terms, and you and steve used to be sort-of-maybe-kind-of friends.

it all started when an ice cream truck pulled onto your ritzy street. you ran out of your house at full force: nine years old, with one tooth missing in the front. you had begged your mom for her spare change right before you sprinted out the door. you just had to get the last cherry ice pop. but someone was there before you; you watched as the truck driver placed a red “x” over your precious ice pop flavor. you were dejected, preparing to go back inside when you caught a glimpse of a striped shirt out of the corner of your eye. it was steve harrington, your older next door neighbor who lived just over the fence to the right of you. you threw a determined look in the direction of the brown-haired boy before marching up to him. you tapped him on the shoulder and he looked at you, confusedly. you held out your little palm, coins clinking and set in the center.

“i’ll pay you extra for that ice pop,” you said, your mouth set into a serious line. steve seemed interested, quirking his brows up, hazel eyes shimmering in the indiana humidity. “how much do you have?” he asked, nodding at your hand. you counted the coins in your hand. “i have one dollar. and i know you paid fifteen cents for that ice pop. i’ll give you the whole dollar for it.” he pondered your deal for a couple of seconds before saying, “nah, i’m good!” and walking around you, back toward his house. you turned around to chase him as as he walked toward his house. “please, steve! cherry is my favorite,” you begged, putting on your best pitiful face that always worked on your parents and stopping right in front of him. you watched as his face changed, and you thought you’d won. “oh cherry’s your favorite?” he asked. you nodded so vigorously that your summer dress waved in the muggy air. “tough luck,” he said before unwrapping the ice pop and taking a big bite in front of you. you stood there, mouth agape as he exaggeratedly enjoyed what should’ve been your ice pop, right in front of you no less! he licked his crimson-dyed mouth as he threw the barren popsicle stick into the garbage can in his driveway. “see you around, cherry,” he said as he walked up to his porch and slammed the door to his house.

that’s how you became cherry to steve and steve only. he annoyed you every day of your life with that stupid fucking nickname.

on your first day of freshman year, you popped into the entrance of hawkins high with robin, your best friend since middle school. steve saw you, whistled, and yelled down the hall, causing everyone to stare at you: “hey, sweet cherry! look at you, all grown up.” your excited face morphed into a fiery glare as you angrily walked past him, skirt swishing. his goons howled and cackled as you seethed, robin turning around to flip them off.

it wasn’t like the two of you fought every time you were around one another. okay, it totally was. but it was because he was such an insufferable dickhead and you were definitely not going to take his bullshit lying down.

he started dating nancy during your sophomore year, something you learned as you walked to his car in the morning, opening the door to the passenger side before his hand shot out to stop you. you rolled your eyebrows. “steve, i have a big history test today and i’m not in the mood for whatever the fuck you’re doing.” he rolled his eyes back at you. “we’re picking up my girlfriend,” he said, kicking at the loose gravel in his driveway. your eyebrows flew to the top of your forehead. “girlfriend?” your voice rising so high in pitch that it came out as a squeak. “and you haven’t managed to be an utter douche yet?” he rolled his eyes so hard you were afraid they'd get stuck there. “just get in the backseat, cherry,” he said as he slid into the car.

you looked at the smooth leather incredulously as steve adjusted his rearview mirror. you gingerly pushed your bag into the car, making sure your body touched the seat as little as possible. “i don’t even want to know what’s happened back here,” you said as you shuddered. steve caught your gaze in the mirror, a piece of gum popped in his mouth. “y’know, cherry, you’ve had many chances to find that out for yourself,” he said with a teasing lilt to his lips. you scrunched your nose in disgust and made a retching noise. “i’d rather drink a t-shirt through a straw,” you said in a huff. to your surprise, he actually laughed.

you hadn’t been paying attention, choosing to review your history notes one more time and so you didn’t realize you pulled up to the wheeler house. now, you were extra intrigued. steve honked twice and rolled down the window as nancy wheeler approached, giving her a kiss at which you gagged. he glared at you through the rearview mirror.

“nancy, you know cherry. my enemy,” he said as he pulled out of her driveway, a hand on the back of the passenger seat. you saw the veins and tendons in his arm flex under suntanned skin from a summer of lake days and pineapple sunscreen. nancy gave you a shy smile, which you returned. you also told her your real name and explained to her that for some reason, her dipshit boyfriend couldn’t let go of something that happened when you were kids. she laughed prettily at your words and a weird feeling settled on your chest, an unwelcome and quite frankly, bothersome weight. she returned to a gooey conversation with steve, letting you simmer uncomfortably in the backseat.

you blocked out their lovey-dovey-whatever-the-fuck with your flash cards.

you hated yourself for it, but when steve and nancy started falling apart, you were kind of glad. you’d actually gotten pretty close to nancy because of all the carpooling, often seeking one another out during your classes to giggle about something one of the basketball jocks said. so you hated yourself for your glee at seeing them leave separately at a halloween party. you didn’t even really understand why it felt like that intrusive weight had been lifted from your chest. you convinced yourself that you were just relieved that youur dear friend dumped that idiot.

at the moment, you were dressed up in your sluttiest costume, batting away gross high school boys who tried to woo you. you were dressed as a pixie: a form fitting, dark green dress, so short that the distressed skirt barely brushed the top of your thighs. you finished off your look with a cute pair of wings. you were just trying to enjoy the night with robin; the two of you made it a habit to people-watch at these things. well, because drunk people were funny and easy to make fun of. it’s not mean, it’s just the truth.

you saw steve walk in and immediately nudged robin to snort at his stupid risky business costume, but then he took his sunglasses off. and he saw you. and he looked you up and down over the edge of those stupid sunglasses. and he ran his stupid tongue over his stupid pretty mouth. and maybe it was the vodka running through you (cherry flavored of course), but god, in that moment, you just wanted him.

you shook yourself from your lustful stare and broke eye contact with him. he slipped his glasses back on and followed a very distressed looking nancy deeper into the party. again, probably the cherry vodka, but you didn’t seem to notice her coming your way. she called your name to get your attention and an easy smile made its way onto your face. “nance!” you giggled as you moved to squeeze her. she laughed at your tipsy self and made sure that you were okay before giving steve an unsure look and getting herself a drink. you were left with steve as he took off his sunglasses again, just to look you in the eye. you looked to your left, but robin was nowhere to be seen.

“you look good, cherry,” he said lowly, taking you in once again.

your breathing was a little uneven. “tha-thank you,” you said, looking at your green fingernails against the red of the solo cup in your suddenly clammy hands. he leaned one arm against the wall behind you, blocking your view of the kitchen.

“really good,” he said at a volume only you could hear. you shuddered as you felt blood rush to the surface of your cheeks, warming them to the touch. it was definitely the alcohol in your body because here you were, getting horny over steve fucking harrington. a) your enemy and b) the boyfriend of one of your friends. thank god said friend returned that instant, pulling steve away to dance, seemingly refreshed by a shot of tequila. you gave nancy's hand a squeeze before she left, mouthing the words “call me later” at her. you thought that something was off with her. obviously, she was still grieving barb’s death - something that she confided in you. but you had a feeling that there was more there.

sometimes, it’s scary how on the nose you are with things.

at least an hour ago, robin told you that she was going to walk home with vickie, a girl who was in marching band with her. you were a comfortable amount of tipsy: the kind of drunk where every blink feels like a new, warmly-tinted world. but not so drunk that you’d make catastrophic decisions.

you didn’t need alcohol to do that.

you decided that it was time to leave. you’d finally gotten bored of watching all the people you knew make a fool of themselves. you walked outside, past cups littered on the lawn and through the october chill, to see steve sitting in his car - alone. you furrowed your brow before crossing your arms to create a little warmth and walking over. you gently knocked on the driver’s side window, startling the boy. he had a vacant look in his red-rimmed eyes. steve rolled down the window before sighing out, “cherry, i’m really not in the mood to fight right now.”

now you had to know what happened.

“i’m not here to fight with you,” you said as you leaned in closer, “i saw you when i came out and just wanted to check in.” you said it so plainly, like it was an obvious truth and not a huge contradiction to the entirety of your relationship. steve felt like his lungs had started again. he rolled up the window before pushing open the passenger seat door. you’d just barely settled into the seat and closed the door before he said, “nance told me she doesn’t love me.” you turned to face him. “steve, she was super drunk-“ he looked at you with more raw emotion than you’d ever seen from him. “cherry.” he stopped you in the middle of your sentence. “i know that she meant it.” you didn’t know what to say. you didn’t know how to handle comforting the one person you’d hated for what felt like a lifetime.

you turned your whole body to face him before stretching across the console to give him an awkward hug. he went stiff in your grasp as you looped your arms around his shoulders. “what the hell are you-“ “shut up, dipshit,” you said, “i’m giving you a goddamn hug. just accept it. you can win her back, y’know? you can be sort of sweet, sometimes.” he actually relaxed at your words and pushed his cheek into the space between your collarbone and your neck. you felt him inhale against your skin and your flesh pebbled. he slowly wrapped his arms around you too, pulling you into him. you squeaked in surprise and he chuckled, the warmth and the vibrations of his low voice extended through your entire being. “thank you, cherry. needed this.” you hummed. “of course, steve. i don’t actually hate you, did you not know that?” you felt him shrug. “honestly? i couldn’t tell.” you threw your head back and laughed, the sound taking up the small amount of space in his car. as you stopped laughing, you noticed that you were almost on his lap, your hands moving to rest against his broad chest. his pretty pink pout inched closer toward yours. there was a fraction of an inch between the two of you. “steve,” you said softly into the air between you two, “we can’t. there’s still nance to think about. you haven’t actually broken up yet.” he shook his head, a hand coming to rest on your hip. you could feel the warmth of his hand through your flimsy skirt. “there’s no nance. there’s only you right now, cherry.”

when steve harrington kisses someone, he wants them to feel it. and he wants them to feel it everywhere.

you definitely did.

he pushed his silken lips to join yours, sending you into a spiral, body thrumming with feverish passion. his kiss was needy, as if you were a replacement for someone else but he just needed someone. but you didn’t care. because that wasn’t the craziest thing about this…entire experience. your arms had wound themselves around his neck, his arms around your waist, tugging you across the console.

of course, you tasted like cherries. steve groaned as he caught your bottom lip in his teeth, silently asking you to open your mouth for him. your little gasp allowed him to slip is tongue into your mouth; his big hands tugging you even more into his lap. he kissed you like it would be the last thing he ever did on this godforsaken earth. you clumsily crawled to his seat, planting yourself in his lap. you both laughed into the kiss, before melding your lips together once again. he kissed you breathless, watching as your lips shone with a mixture of his and your spit. he pulled you toward him to plant another passionate kiss on your mouth, before making his way down your neck. steve sucked little bruises into the column of your throat and savored the taste of your sweet soap. he left a vine of dark, blooming spots as you writhed and shivered on top of him. you pitched your hips over his, causing your clothed core to run over the ridge of his growing bulge. he kissed all the way down to your chest, running his hands up and down your sides, causing you to shiver. he bit down gently on the swell of your left breast, gently sliding his hand under the delicate strap of your dress, pulling down on the elastic to reveal your entire breast. you pushed your chest forward and he grunted out a laugh as he wrapped his pink pout around your stiffened, pert nub. you were throwing your head back to give him more access to your tits, lost in the pleasure, when suddenly his horn beeped — startling you both. you looked at him with your matching kiss-stung lips, your eyes wide. he was still breathing heavily.

you looked at the dark sparkle of steve’s eyes and the flush to the tips of his ears. you smiled down and leaned in to kiss him, but he turned his head. you stopped abruptly, smoothing down his collar in a calming motion. “is everything okay?” you asked delicately. even though your bodies were pressed together, you and steve couldn't have been further from one another. he ran a hand over his face and sighed. “i can’t do this cherry.” you gave him a small smile of pained understanding and slid off of his lap.

he put the car into drive.

the ride toward both of your houses was silent, save for the wind rushing past the window you opened. you’d needed to cool off after what had just occurred; you may have betrayed one of your friends by furiously making out with her boyfriend (who she thinks you hate) and you kissed steve harrington. the boy who gave you the dumbest nickname he could think of so he could use you as personal entertainment.

because that’s what he does. he uses people.

steve pulled up to your house, and as you moved to open your door, he gently took your wrist in his hold. you halted your movements, turning your head to look at him. “i just want you to know that this didn’t mean anything, cherry. it can't.” you felt as if your brain had plummeted to your feet. you blinked in shock. “what do you mean?” you asked, arms crossed in front of you, brows high. “that. in my car. it didn’t mean anything to me.” you were stunned. he kissed you first, and when you reciprocated, he reciprocated with even more fervor. you scoffed before exiting his car. “you’re never going to find ‘the one’ if you keep treating girls like shit, steve.” you slammed his car door, causing him to jump a little at the force. you trudged up the stairs to your porch as shameful tears burned at your waterline.

you heard the quiet rumble of his car as he waited for you to safely enter your home. your fingers trembled in the crisp fall air as you slipped through your door. he simply turned to go to his house. you could see the marks your teeth had left, lavender and garnet winding their way around his neck.

(and then he had the audacity to ignore you for almost an entire week.)

your parents were asleep as you padded up the carpeted stairs. you quietly shut the door to your room, running your hands over your face. there was a post it left atop the phone on your nightstand — a note from your mother. it said that you had a call from nancy and to make sure that you called her back. your still shaking hands picked up the phone, dialing the wheeler family’s number. your slightly drunken brain was all muddled, from both the alcohol and the memory of steve’s plush kisses seared into your skin. so muddled, in fact, that you’d barely remembered that it was past midnight. thankfully, it seemed that nancy was awaiting your call, picking up after only a few rings. you waited for her to say something, calling out her name gently to get her attention, closing your eyes as sobriety started to make your head ache.

”steve and i broke up.”

your eyes popped open in surprise. “what? why?” you spluttered, unsure how to support her. she seemed subtly different — distanced, even. “i don’t think i ever loved him,” she said. she sounded exhausted. ��i’m so sorry nance,” you said, heart making a dull, incessant thudding in your ribcage. sure, on a technicality he’d been single, but now he was your friend’s ex. she sighed into the phone. you could picture her curling and uncurling the thick, coiled wire as she talked to you. “eh, it was for the better. he just used me to prove that he could get me, y’know? i don’t think he actually wanted me.” you didn’t say anything. of course you knew better. of course you knew that he did, in fact, actually love her. “what an asshole!” you said indignantly, “give me the word nance and i’ll climb into his room from mine and rock his shit.” her laugh trickled out of the tiny speaker, crackled but joyous. “you always make me feel better,” she said to you in earnest, “thank you. you’re just one of those people who would never hurt me. i’ll call you tomorrow.” your pulse seemed to fall out of your body. but you didn’t tell her that; she needed the you she knew, not the you who almost fucked her ex two seconds after they broke up. “of course, nance. i love you.” that’s what you settled on. you both bid one another good night and hung up the phone. you grabbed your stuffed teddy and curled around it, falling just on the line between consciousness and sleep.

you had a reputation of being a good babysitter so when claudia henderson calls, you pick up. dustin was one of your favorite kids in hawkins, constantly making you laugh with his quips and contagious smile. on that particular fall weekend morning (claudia had a wedding to go to), dustin was determined to see steve. he kept dragging out your name, pestering you with a whiny tone of voice. “please!” he said as you spread mustard on his sandwich at the kitchen counter. “absolutely not!” you sang, keeping up with your rhythmic smearing. dustin groaned and put his head on the counter like a toddler. he said something, but it was muffled by the granite surface. “come again?” you said with a small smile on your face at his antics. dustin raised his head, blowing curls away as they blocked his vision. “he’s just helping me look for dar— i mean, for mews. please?” you sighed at his pleas. you couldn’t deny that your heart clenched at the thought of the innocent boy and his missing cat. “fine,” you said, rinsing off the knife you’d been using and giving dustin his lunch. “but i’m not letting you out of my sight. i’m in charge. capiche?” he nodded and thanked you through his chewing, oblivious to the storm rampaging through your mind at the thought of seeing steve.

you’d been trudging through dry leaves for what felt like hours, but was probably more like 20 minutes. when you’d arrived at this shady meeting spot with dustin, steve spat out your name. you winced internally at the omission of the nickname you claimed to hate. “what’s she doing here, henderson?” he asked, with venom lacing his voice. as if you were the one to initiate a kiss, tell him that it meant nothing, and ignore you for no reason. he was giving dustin quite a look, one you took to mean that he didn’t want you there because of the kiss. what you didn’t know was that steve wanted you as far away as possible from the dangers of the upside down. but of course, you had no idea that steve and dustin had been through literal hell together. “i’m in charge of dustin for today, so i’m staying,” you said, crossing your arms and raising your eyebrows in a challenge. “stubborn as always, cherry,” he said into the empty forest, not even bothering to look at you.

so, you spat back, “fuck you, harrington.”

“almost did, baby,” he said over his shoulder.

your mouth was agape. your vision turned white hot with rage at his immaturity. so you did what any rational person would do.

a crack rang out and spread throughout the wood. steve held his cheek where an imprint of your delicate hand was beginning to redden. your own hand stung from the force with which you slapped him, a tingle spreading through your palm. dustin looked on with shock in his big brown eyes. steve just turned toward the abandoned railroad track and began walking, rubbing his jaw.

the two of them were spreading meat all over the forest floor, and when you’d asked, dustin had given you some half-baked excuse. you couldn’t bring yourself to believe it, but you were so stressed out that you let it slide. you walked with your arms crossed to keep out the autumn bluster that permeated your cream-colored sweater. the red ribbon in your hair blew gently in the breeze, and steve thought about his hands embedded in your hair, his mouth on yours, you, in his car. in his bed, waking up to your face. he returned to the present when he heard you ask dustin about if he was sure "mews" was in this “creepy forest.”

you were looking at steve, too. he looked a little too good in his jeans and gray members only jacket. his hair was coiffed over as per usual, but you kept thinking about how you’d mussed it beyond repair the last time you saw him. you felt embarrassment and a little excitement rush to your cheeks as you tried to look anywhere but at him and his stupid, perfect face. and he had a bat with nails in it. why he took it with him to look for a cat, you didn’t know. but it was kind of hot.

he’s a dick, you quickly chastised yourself.

“dude, that’s not how you impress a girl,” you heard steve say. you were intrigued. you knew that dustin probably also told steve about his crush on max, and steve being just so good with girls was about to give him some advice.

“i don’t know. you’re trying way too hard,” steve continued.

dustin rolled his eyes in exasperation. “well, not everyone can have your perfect hair. alright?” he retorted.

steve rolled his eyes right back. “it’s not about the hair, man. the key with girls is just…just acting like you don’t care.”

you snorted at that, causing both of them to turn to look at you. steve narrowed his eyes as you challenged his words. “got something to add, cherry?” he said with that tone of voice that made you want to tackle him. a small smile made its way to your pretty lips. the same lips that steve couldn’t get himself to stop thinking about. “that’s not how you show a girl that you like her.” dustin was suddenly enraptured by your perspective. “what do i have to do? tell me!” the boy begged you. you laughed at his urgency. “show her that you do care. communicate with her. be clear about what you want with her,” you said with certainty, before continuing, “be kind to her. do something for her that you know she’ll like.” steve was silent. you thought he was upset by you stealing his thunder, but really, he was deep in thought. why was he thinking about you? why was he thinking about how he kept your favorite watermelon lip balm in his car (just in case you needed some. he definitely didn’t use it to see what you’d taste like)? why was he thinking of sneaking through your window to kiss you silly and wake up with his face in your neck, your hands on his back? why was he thinking of you, his cherry, instead of nancy? he blinked to clear his mind of thoughts of you, before grumbling something about the light disappearing.

on that day, you were supposed to be watching dustin. except for the fact that the child you were supposed to keep safe, was very much indeed, missing. you’d called him down for dinner over 15 minutes ago. he told you that he was going to do some homework after your excursion with steve. when no response came from his room, you’d searched the entire henderson household, frantically moving shower curtains and drapery aside. you almost gave up when you saw that the laundry room window was open, and you knew that your favorite little shit had gotten out. you went out into the living room to center yourself as you felt panic sink in. a loud crackle brought you out of your deep breathing. it was one of dustin’s extra walkie talkies on the coffee table. you grabbed it and fiddled with the dial until you heard small voices calling dustin’s name. “dustin! where are you? we’re almost at the junkyard.” a beep, another crackle. “almost there! it was tough to get out, guys. give me a break.” it was dustin. your mind went into protective mode as you shoved your feet into your converse and grabbed the walkie talkie. you rushed outside and took one of the spare bikes in the hendersons' garage before booking it to the old junkyard, the light sinking beneath the horizon and dusting the world around you in night.

when you arrived, you saw dustin and lucas (whom you knew), along with a redheaded girl and wait— steve? “dustin!” you yelled, worry evident in your voice. everyone’s heads whipped toward you, all four sets of eyes equally as wide. you marched toward the group, wading through the darkness and the heavy fog, fully prepared to drag dustin home. “cherry, you can’t be here,” steve said, taking a step toward you. “don’t tell me what to do, harrington. i mean nothing to you, remember?” steve didn’t know how to respond. his mouth moved as he reached for some way to tell you, no, cherry, honey. i can’t let you see this.

“i’m staying,” you said with finality. steve moved to protest again, but you both jumped at a rattling nearby. something growled and steve raised his bat. “cherry, take the kids and get in the bus,” he said, eyes flitting around — alert. “eat shit harring-” “cherry,” he said. he said that stupid nickname like he’d never said it before, urgently, tenderly, begging. you nodded breathing out a little “okay” as you herded the children toward the rusty vehicle. you all peered out as steve called to the creature, taunting it. lucas was looking through his binoculars when he gasped. “steve,” he screamed. “watch out!” steve kept his eyes trained on the monstrosity emerging from the fog. “a little busy here,” he said, licking his lips in anticipation of a fight. “three o’clock!” lucas yelled again. before you knew it, dustin was running toward the bus door, throwing it open, and calling steve’s name, and yelling “abort! abort!” you pulled dustin back in, hands trembling as you saw one of the creatures lunge at steve. he dodged successfully, rolling over the hood of a desolate car. another one launched itself at him and your heart seized in fear. luckily, he was fast enough to swing his bat at it; it landed with a half-whimper, half-growl. you realized that you were screaming now too.

“steve! hurry!” you cried, desperation tearing through in your voice. he was running now, running harder than ever now that he’d heard your sobs for him. he jumped in at the last second, just as you threw your arms out and shut the door. the creature’s body landed with a sickening thud against the door. more creatures gathered with the original, scratching at the door and shaking the bus. you scrambled to get the kids behind you as steve fortified the door. one broke through the door; everyone was yelling but you pushed the kids to the back of the bus as steve beat the monster with his bat. you joined him at the front, taking a nearby metal rod to help, knocking the beast to the ground, where it heaved weakly. one of its brethren saw your attack and charged at you. steve reacted in a heartbeat. he was on the monster in an instant, viciously hitting it with his bat. after a few more seconds, the creature made a shuddering move before laying still. the one previously attacking steve seemed to orient itself. it snarled, all dripping teeth and ragged growls, and threw itself at steve. he was unsuccessful, and to your horror, was about to go for steve’s throat. your name was caught on his tongue as he looked to you for comfort, for anything. and he saw it in your eyes. he saw everything you were afraid to tell him. but then, the monsters seemed to be enchanted by something, something you couldn’t perceive. they suddenly leaped out and off of the bus. relief flowed through your veins as you realized everyone was in tact. steve was in tact. you noticed that the two of you were smushed together as the kids regrouped next to you. you both pretended not to notice that steve’s arm was encircling your waist, rubbing at the sliver of skin that your top revealed.

“what the fuck was that steve?” you breathed out. you felt his chest rise beneath your back. “a demodog.” “a what?” he sucked in a breath, tensing underneath you, before launching into an explanation about all things upside down. at the end of his rant, you were quiet. “that’s why i didn’t want you here,” he said as if he weren’t sure you’d be listening. but you were; he held your attention fully. “i didn’t want you to have to see this.” you turned to face him, interlocking your fingers. “well, i’m sure as hell not leaving you now, harrington.” “as if you could ever stay away from me, cherry baby.”

oh, how right he was.

since steve had revealed the upside down to you, the two of you had been through a lot. more than the average enemies would go through together. he’d been beaten up by billy hargrove (someone you never particularly liked), and you’d sobbed over his bruised face, blood crusting in the little fissures left by billy’s knuckles. he’d woken up, dizzy and in pain to feel the wetness of your tears on his face. “i’m okay, cherry. look at me, hey? i’m fine,” he said, reaching up to put his palm on your cheek. he kept a secure hold on you as you traversed the complex tunnels, crushing you into his chest when he thought you two were about to die in a herd of inter-dimensional monsters. you’d both pulled away quickly, cheeks warm and clearing your throats nervously. surely enemies do that, right?

so now, steve was only more of a pain in your ass. especially since he made your heart flutter, since he made you perk up at just one whiff of rosemary and laundry detergent.

when starcourt mall opened up over the summer, robin got a summer job. the hendersons didn’t really need you as much this summer, and you already had a pretty good babysitting gig going with the waldens who lived on the other side of you. so in your spare time, you’d go visit your best friend.

the only issue was that steve pain-in-your-ass harrington worked with her.

sure, the free ice cream may be worth it, but was it really worth it to see him? especially after that halloween night. at the end of the day, you loved robin more and could shove the stinging thrill of seeing steve to the bottom of your stomach.

the only issue was that he looked too damn good in his dumb fucking sailor uniform. and you kept thinking about kissing him again.

both robin and steve were working today; you were perched behind the counter on a stool that robin had designated for you. though you’d tried to forget about "it" and him, you just couldn’t. yeah, you asked him to forget, but it seemed like he remembered it just as vividly as you did. the two of you tried to stay on opposite sides of the store, which was difficult considering that it was extremely small. and the area behind the counter just had to be narrow. he’d brush by your legs, causing your spine to stiffen and a sharp inhale to make its way down to your lungs. he’d grace you with a faint, “sorry, cherry.” you’d tuck your legs in closer to your seat. you wouldn’t — and couldn’t — look each other in the eye. robin, on the other hand, was completely oblivious, chattering away to you both. you’d noticed that the two of them were getting closer. you weren’t the type of person to tell your friends who they could and couldn’t be friends with, but robin knew that steve used to be your enemy. not used to be, you reminded yourself, he is my enemy.

it was one of the slower days that june — the morning of what would inevitably become the friday rush. the store was quiet, save for the hum of the freezer. you were enjoying your sample of cherry-almond swirl as robin checked the freezer one last time. “shit,” she muttered, sliding one of the frosted doors open. you cocked your head at her, spoon still in your mouth. robin turned to steve. “i have to go refill the cookies and cream. we accidentally put two chocolate chips in. be right back!” she was out the door before either you or steve could offer your help in the larger freezer in the back (aka avoid one another). the hum of the fluorescent lights was louder, grainier, invading your headspace. the edges of the plastic spoon now stung the sides of your mouth and the almond flavor left a bitterness on your tongue. you took the spoon out and chucked it into the “used spoons” cup, all the way from your little stool. “nice shot,” steve said, causing you to whip your head around to look at him, surprise sparking in your eyes at the sound of his voice. “thanks,” you said dryly. it was quiet for a beat before you took the initiative to speak again. “i don’t think i’ve ever told you, but i’m sorry about you and nance,” you said. he gave you a tight smile. “right,” he said, “you two are close.” you mirrored his smile. “yeah. i know you tried your best,” you said awkwardly. “thanks. i just don’t know if i’m meant to have her,” he said with melancholy weaving through his words. steve looked like he wanted to say something else. just as he opened his mouth, you both turned toward the door as you heard robin mumbling about how heavy the ice cream was. steve quickly turned toward you, “meet me behind the mall. after my shift. please?” you nodded slightly, suspicion clouding your eyes. he reached out to squeeze your hand, moving toward the register and giving the standard scoops ahoy greeting as the afternoon rush began.

steve had left scoops maybe fifteen minutes ago. you nibbled at your lip, another spoonful of cherry-almond swirl left a sweetness on your tongue. the coldness sitting in your mouth faded away as you checked the clock again. robin looked at you as you raised your eyes toward the clock again.

“go.”

“what?” you said, only half paying attention, lost in your thoughts about a certain boy’s freckles.

robin dragged out your name with a playful impatience.

“go.” you furrowed your brow as she plunged the scoops ahoy’s grey shag of a mop into soapy water. “dude, it’s okay. i’m getting a ride from my mom. i don’t know who this is about, but if you look at the clock one more time i’ll never give you my blessing to be with them,” she said as she slapped the mop on the tiled floor.

you looked at robin, still chewing your lip, plastic spoon in hand. “you sure, robbie?” she flashed you a toothy smile. “promise, cherry,” she said with a wink. “don’t you dare call me that, buckley,” you said as you tossed your spoon and pulled on your cardigan. she cackled as you swung open the door, turning left toward the parking lot. you made a sharp right through the food court to get to the back of the mall. through the smudgy, glassy exterior, you could see steve’s face illuminated by the lights in his BMW. you took a calming, deep breath as you pushed through the doors. steve’s windows were open; you could hear music coming out (you could swear that it was the talking heads). you smiled unconsciously at his choice. maybe somewhere along the line, in between dusty, rotting alternate dimensions and “placid” morning car rides, he’d listened when you blabbered on about your favorite band.

he heard you approaching and suddenly straightened up, running a hand through his hair. “hey, cherry,” he said breathily. “hi,” you said plainly, still suspicious about this whole meetup. “i just want to say that i’m sorry,” he said. you looked at him unimpressed; after all, he did have quite a few things to apologize for.

“for that night, at the halloween party.” you caught his eyes when your head snapped to your left, a wide, pained look mirrored in your own irises. your silence scared him — he’d expected more yelling. he deserved it. he huffed out a tiny sigh, before speaking again: “i missed you. i missed having you around because cherry, i don’t hate you. i really don’t. our little arguments or whatever? those were the best part of my day. and then they stopped because i fucked up.”

you smiled at that, and he mirrored it: the prettiest smile you’d ever seen. he laughed a little, “but i couldn’t stop thinking about you and how i missed the smell of your cinnamon gum in my car.” your eyes were softer now, glistening with something between a kind forgiveness and an inkling of playfulness. “and then we got thrown into the upside down and didn’t really get to talk about it since, y’know, we could’ve died at any moment? and then i found myself still missing you, because all that wildness wasn’t enough.”

you let the sentence hang in the air before telling him, “i missed you too, harrington.”

you’d barely noticed that you and steve were drifting closer and closer together. you felt little puffs from his plump lips brush over your own pout. “cherry-” he started. “steve,” you pleaded, hands spreading across his chest. he pulled back a little, grabbing your hand gently when he saw hurt flash over your features. “i just want you to know that i’m not looking for anything serious.”

oh. of course.

he sucked in a breath through his teeth as your face hardened into steely ire. “i really loved nancy. i can’t get over her that quickly.” you pulled your hand from his. “but cherry, i can’t stop thinking about you. and that night, god. i just keep thinking about what i would’ve done to you if we hadn’t stopped.”

something heavy settled in the pit of your stomach, the feeling making its way into your core.

“show me,” you said.

he smiled that harrington smile before slotting his lips against yours again — deeper, frenzied, hungry, like he wanted to pull the taste of cherry-almond swirl from your mouth.

(“show me,” you had said. what you really meant was, “i’ll take any part of you that i can get.”)

you felt him harden in his jeans, his cock pressing up against the rigid seams. he hissed as you trailed your hand down his chest, toward his bulge. you looked up at him, eyes glittering and so sinfully innocent. you pressed a kiss over where his arousal was evident and his eyes rolled back in his head. “cherry, baby, honey. i could cum in my pants if you touch me like that one more time.” you smiled at that, delicate hands palming him gently, kissing his neck a pretty sea of pinks and reds, and reaching toward his zipper. “jesus, fuck. cherry,” he rasped as he pulled your head off of him by the back of your pretty locks. your neck was craned back as you looked into his dark hazel eyes. “are you going to be a good girl for me?” he asked with a taunting lilt to his throaty voice. you nodded. he smirked. “words, cherry.” “yes, i’ll be your good girl, steve,” you said, hands already wandering, mouth watering at the thought of his scent, his cock, anything — all over you. he tutted at your ministrations, pulling you off of him once again. “good girls listen to directions,” he said, lips twitching into a smirk.

“bad girls don’t get to cum.”

his hand that was holding your head had changed position, reaching to grasp your chin between his fingers, squishing your cheeks a little.

“do you think you’ve been a good girl, cherry?”

you mumbled out a soft “no” around the restriction of his fingers.

he kissed you after you answered, a soft, plush press of his lips against yours. you tilted your head forward to get more from his mouth, more from him. but he pulled away and you whined. “you’ve been bad, cherry. so now i’m gonna fuck that pretty mouth,” he growled as your thighs clenched. it didn’t go unnoticed, and steve was not-so-secretly proud of himself that he got you flustered. “and if you touch yourself, you will be punished. got it?” he said, cementing his rules in you. at the talk of punishment, steve sobered up for a second.

“what’s our safeword gonna be, princess?”

“starcourt?” you suggested. he smiled.

“perfect. now, if you let me fuck your mouth and use you as my little cocksleeve, maybe you can cum,” he said so sweetly, as if he needed to wrap you around his finger more. you suckled at his neck as you unzipped his jeans, tugging impatiently to get them off. your mouth watered at the thought of his cock; it was probably pretty and red and leaking — all for you. his boxers were next. his cock sprang out of the confines of his boxers, slapping the leaking tip onto his stomach. he exhaled as the cooler air of the car hit his shaft. he held out his palm to you as you admired his length. “spit,” he commanded. you tucked your hair behind your ears and did as he instructed. he took his hand and used your spit to slick up his member. you only just realized just how big it was, biting your lip nervously. he noticed, of course. “what’s wrong, angel?” he said, reaching toward you to rub your lower back gently. “is it gonna fit in my mouth?” you pouted. you wanted it to. like, really wanted it to. he glowed at your innocent question. “it will eventually, baby. maybe not today, but someday soon.” his words seemed to comfort you and you happily took over stroking his shaft with your spit. he threw his head back against the headrest. “fuck, cherry. s’much better than i imagined. so much better.” now it was your turn to glow, thinking about steve fucking his fist in the shower, in his bed, to the thought of you, his childhood enemy. your body felt warm all over and so you took a leap, sponging an experimental peck onto his reddened tip. his hips jolted forward at your touch, causing your eyes to widen and you to pull back. “shit. sorry, honey. just can’t get enough of you,” he said with a gentle stroke to your head. “s’okay, stevie,” you replied sweetly, “wanna make you feel good.” you then bravely dove forward and slotted your mouth over his cock, swirling your tongue around the head and gagging as you took as much of him as you could. his eyes rolled back into his head and he threaded his fingers through your hair. “holy shit, cherry,” he said, “so good. so wet, so warm f’me.” once you figured out how to breathe through your nose, you slowly started bobbing your head up and down. you hollowed out your cheeks, stroking what couldn’t fit in your mouth (yet). on one of your little moves, your teeth grazed the underside of his cock, where a vein bulged. he hissed and you felt more precum spurt from his tip. you ran your tongue over it to soothe the sting your teeth left, worried that you’d made a mistake. but the unmistakable “fuck, just like that, cherry” from above you was enough to reassure you.

you pulled off for a breather, pressing wet, sloppy kisses up and down his length as you recovered. he was just about to ask if you were okay before you took initiative again, taking him further down your throat this time. he gasped and moaned and whimpered and you were in heaven. you were surrounded by him: his musk, his heavy balls gently held in your hands, the hard muscle of his thick, hairy thighs trapping your head. “can i hold your head, angel?” he asked you, ever so gently. you nodded while keeping yourself latched onto his cock, the heavy weight on your tongue oddly comforting. he gently grasped the back of your hair in one hand before thrusting his hips into your mouth, feeding his cock into your warm, wanton mouth. you gagged a little in surprise, but steve held your hair tighter and told you to just relax your throat. at his words, you did (well, you tried with a little whine), and he slipped in further. the spit that had gathered at the corners of your lips started to spill over as you attempted to take him all the way. you hadn’t expected yourself to be getting this wet over him getting off, but here you were, making a mess of your cotton panties as you sputtered choked, eyes glossy from tears. your throbbing pussy was visible through the sheerness of the fabric that your wetness had left. you pressed your thighs together to garner some relief for your poor pulsating cunt, but you remembered that if you were good, you’d get to cum too.

steve was thrusting into your mouth now, enraptured by the warmth of your wet tongue and swollen lips — the same mouth that he dreamed about kissing almost every night. he moaned above you at the sight of your spit-slicked lips, how your eyes were wide and dumb as he fucked your throat. "holy shit, cherry. my perfect little slut, such a good little whore f'me," he panted. you locked eyes with steve as his dick rapidly plunged in and out of your tight throat and at your heated gaze, he was cumming. hot, salty ropes hit the back of your throat. you made a little noise of satisfaction, humming around his shaft as your mouth filled with his seed. steve shot one last load into your mouth, groaning out your name — your real name — and collapsing, almost boneless in his seat. you pulled your mouth off of him, swallowing his load and giving the still-flushed head a soft kiss. he tasted salty and woody. you felt syrupy slick rush out of your fluttering hole at the taste left on your tongue. he ran a hand through his hair, cheeks red, still breathing heavily. “open your mouth,” he said, looking at you and tapping your cheek lightly. you did as he asked and stuck out your tongue for good measure. he gave a pleased hum when he saw your tongue dart out to lick a little bit of his seed that was left on the corner of your mouth. “good girl. you swallowed,” he said. you burned at his praise. "thank you, stevie," you said shyly. he bent down to sprinkle kisses across your face.

your cheeks glowed with arousal as his hand gently gripped the back of your neck, casually keeping you in the palm of his hand. he slanted his mouth over yours, swiping his tongue over your own and hummed when he tasted a remnant of himself in your waiting mouth. you smiled into the kiss, the vibrations tickling your pretty pout. he pulled back, his eyes and lips shining. suddenly he was pushing a hand through his hair and checking himself out in his rearview mirror. you looked at him, mouth pursed in confusion and discomfort at the pressure between your legs. “steve,” you whined. “what’s up, cherry baby?” he said as he gently buckled you in. “don’t i get to cum? i was so good,” you begged, grabbing his bicep between his smaller palms. the polyester of his scoops uniform shifted under your pawing hands as he extended his arm behind your headrest, tendons flexing as he reversed out of the parking lot.

“you were a good girl, but only after you had my cock in your mouth.”

so that was it? he wasn’t going to get you to your release? your mouth fell agape and you detached yourself from the boy, sliding back in your seat and watching hawkins speed by.

suddenly, you were pulling up to your house. your parents had left the foyer light on, keeping the entryway to your house bathed in its soft brilliance. it felt like déjà vu; you, flustered and exiting steve’s car after he’s been an asshole to you — yet again.

you resolved to never see him again as you cursed yourself for thinking he’d changed. but this time, he gently tugged you to him, saying your name quietly, and lifting your chin up to tilt your precious face toward his. he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, one that filled the small space of his car with your deep inhale. you decided that this was your favorite kiss with him that you’d ever had. you looked at him with little hearts in your eyes as he smoothed your wildly messy hair back. he smiled at you, gently purring “don’t you dare touch yourself tonight.” you opened your mouth defiantly at his orders. he shushed you with a quick kiss to the corner of your lips that left you wanting more. “i’ll know if you do,” he said with a wink.

and you knew that you’d definitely be seeing him again.

you did cum that next day. three times to be exact; once on his fingers, once in his mouth, and once on his cock. he’d looked up at you from between your quivering thighs, asking you if he'd made it up to you. you nodded blearily, desperate to get his tongue on your hot core once again.

but whatever summer love, saying “us” moments you had, had very quickly become much deeper. you knew you were in deep shit when you realized you two were playing house after a sleepover at steve’s. you’d walked downstairs to see him swaying gently, nursing a cup of coffee in his boxers. you were wearing one of his old basketball t-shirts: sun-faded and soft and steve. he gave you a lazy smile as he dropped a kiss on your mouth, tasting of the vanilla creamer he swore he kept around “just for you, cherry. that shit’s disgusting.” you wrapped your arms around him; he sighed against your mouth as your fingertips began to rub his lower back with such care, such sweetness. “morning, stevie,” you said through a delicate yawn. ““mm mornin’ cherry,” he said, dipping down to leave a smattering of kisses across your neck and clavicle as you held each other in the sun-soaked kitchen. you silently wished to yourself that the two of you would stay like this, preserved in a memory forever. that you wouldn’t have to return to the world where you “hated” each other. that you could live together in a house of your own, with your own rich coffee scent filling the ground floor, without the upside down. your eyes snapped open at your wandering thoughts. no, you told yourself, it's steve. of course he ate you out on the kitchen floor before bending you over the counter. and of course, in the afterglow as you laid atop the cool tile, you just had to realize that you loved steve harrington.

“always so good f’me,” he rumbled, tracing his blunt nails on your back, raising goosebumps on his path. you looked into his cinnamon eyes, absorbing the ring of mossy green around his irises.

“anything for you, stevie,” you cooed, putting a veil of satin over your voice to mask the churning of your emotions.

“careful, cherry. i might start thinking that you’ve got a crush on me.”

oh, he had no idea.

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Risk it all (2) - Utopian Hope

Genre: Chishiya X reader, Angst, Fluff.

Warning: Death, Violence, Guns.

A/N : Thankyou so much for reading this I appreciate you so much, please interact, share. I promise you this will be a story you do not want to miss.

Ch.01 | Masterlist | Ch.03

You led Chishiya up the stairs into your apartment, you wasn't particularly bothered by the stairs but after the running in the game you was exhausted. Chishiya on the other hand showed no sign of being tired.

You waited for him at your door as you held it open for him, he walked in past you stopping at the large windows by your bed, you quickly turned on the flashlight you had recollected from the stairs and searched around for your bag, after grabbing some essentials, toiletries, clothes, food, water, medicine you was ready to go. You turned to Chishiya and waved to get his attention.

"What" he sighed.

"I’m ready" you nodded.

Chishiya opens the door and walks out you follow him from behind pausing for a brief moment to look around your apartment before remembering you forgot the most special thing, your sisters necklace. You rush back to the jewellery box in your closet and grab it before rushing to find Chishiya.

"What took you so long" he murmurs as you step out of the stairwell.

Holding up the necklace you reply "I had to grab something special to me".

A smirk appears on his face as you begin to walk.

" what's that for" you question referring to his smirk.

He draws a breath before turning his head to you "It's for you or more so because of you. You're in a place where people die so we can live and you still find something "special" enough to waste time to bring? If you ask me it's pathetic".

He turns his head back to facing the ground, the smirk he had dropped and you began to wonder what made him so careless.

"It’s a good thing I wasn’t asking you. Where Are we going" you say angered by his idiotic  response.

"To the beach" he murmured.

You chuckle causing him to look in your direction his eyebrows raise slightly, if you wasn't watching him you wouldn't have noticed.

You slowed your laughter as you explained "You think I'm pathetic for wanting to keep something special to me on my person? Yet you are taking me to the freakin' beach."

He turns his head whilst side eyeing you. "It's not actually a beach, it's the place they call the beach. It's better than being out here and if you are not too stupid to ruin things it will be our way out, or at least mine."

That shameful feeing of childlike hope built up around you and you dared to ask. "How do we get out"

He chuckled, it was dark, low and quiet. "I want to see what you're worth before I tell you anything. After all you're probably worth nothing to me. The only reason I'm taking you is because you're the first person with a somewhat working brain."

There was no emotion in his voice which made you even more angry. You decided to walk in silence not wanting to have him disrespect you any more and after a while you began to realise how beautiful Tokyo is when it's empty.

You began to think about the past 24 hours and what had happened trying to piece together exactly how you got here, you remember hearing fireworks it was uncommon but not unheard of, you brushed it off because what good would it do. You knew that you didn't have the answers. But he might.

You turned to Chishiya and asked "How much further?"

He shook his head and pointed in front of him, you peered up and in a far distance you noticed lights and could hear the sound of music echoing through the city.

Chishiya didn't talk much and didn't attempt to start a conversation, his answers weren't real answers so once again you began silently thinking, thinking about him. Why was he like this? What made him this way? Was he like this before he came here? Had he always been here....

You began to imagine the pain he would have gone through if he was raised in a place like this filled with death and destruction and a part of you felt sorry for him. You thought about this for the rest of the walk.

When you arrived it wasn't a beach but a hotel, no sand, no sea. They had power despite this A part of you was disappointed hoping it would be more than it is, hoping  it would be your way to escape this hell before you had to play another game of life or death.

Chishiya walked in front of you "Stop".

His voice was cold and sharp, you immediately froze.

He opened the outside door with a slight push the magic key on his wrist let him through the inside doors. You waited in the same spot for him to come back too afraid to move.

It seemed to take forever for him to come back you knew deep inside your heart you wasn’t sure if you wanted him too but whatever came you would face and you would not be scared.

The door opened and his hand popped out signalling for you to come. You hesitate for a moment before hearing him sigh and decided it was best to not keep him waiting. He took you through the hotel, the stairs to the doors of what appeared to be a conference room, although your time to evaluate the scenery was cut short when a hand suddenly grabbed your shirt from behind and dragged you to a chair.

“Get off me you psychopathic asshole” you shouted. He released his grip slightly punching you before he did.

A laugh came from behind you and you turned to face the man who had dragged you around, he was tall, his hair black, his tongue was pierced and he was wearing this black and white shirt that makes him look ridiculous.

You laughed at the thoughts on your mind and everyone turned to face you.

You scanned the faces staring back at you and took note, the man at the head of the table stood and you knew he must have been the leader. He was dressed in a kimono, his hair came to his neck, he wasn’t a big man he was slender and tall.

“I’m Hatter and welcome to my utopia” he raised his hands, he paused turning around “Chishiya told me you could be of use, he said you thought well in spades. A game that is physical you dealt with intelligence” he turned around and walked towards me.

“Let me explain to you how it is here, now your here you need to surrender your cards. All cards belong to the beach. You can enjoy your life to the fullest here. None of the door locks work properly. We have no secrets. You also will wear swim suits, you can’t hide anything in them. The more cards you contribute the higher your number. We will all work together to get one person out of boderlands, we will do this again and again replaying the games until there’s enough cards for everyone to leave.”

It seems like there’s more problems then solutions but you keep quiet knowing that Hatter will continue when he walks away from you again.

He clears his throat before stating “People here will die for me. The final rule to being here is death to traitors. You can leave at any moment but you leave the beach you are a traitor. You hide anything you’re a traitor. Do you get it?”

You sat shocked for a minuet trying to figure out how this has become your life, how you have ended up in this awful position. Suddenly a kick sends you flying off your chair hitting your mouth on the table, you pull yourself up and see it was the same man who had earlier dragged you through the room. You turned your head and spat the blood out in the direction he was standing.

“Out of the corner of your eye you see Chishiya, he held no emotion and didn’t seem to care about the events unfolding in front of him.

The hatter turns to a man sitting at the table wearing a tank top, “Aguni, control your men.”

The man looked over to the asshole who had kicked you off your chair and shook his head “Niragi, leave it”.

His voice was cold and stern, much like that of a father. You stood up and placed yourself back on the seat Niragi had now kicked further away from the table.

“How will we get out” you don’t ask it as a question but you meant it as one.

Hatter laughed, he clapped his hands and two men opened the doors in the middle of the room to reveal a board full of playing cards, they had all but three crossed out.

“This is how we will get out. You helped us get the five of spades, we thank you for that.”

You hear Chishiya sigh and you knew he was mad you was being thanked for his victory. You turn your head to hun only for him to look at you with cold eyes, they were brown but in this moment right here they looked black.

“So what will it be? Are you …staying?” Hatter raised an eyebrow the men behind you with guns stepped closer.

You know in this moment there was only one answer.

“Yes”

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Okhayyy so I'm the same anon, don't know if you remember. I shared my Steve dream with you few days ago. Well, I had another blurry Steve dream about The truth about love 💘

Steve and I were somewhere in woods. If you've watched the jungle book, it was exactly that and Steve was wearing the same clothes he wore when he was given serum. Khaki pants and white t.

All I remember was that I was having good time with Steve and was like "my god! Bailey set this whole thing up in such a nice place(jungle) 😂😂"

So, thankyou Bailey for giving me these dreamy dates with Steve and making me live y/n's character. 🥰😍🥰😍 it was kind of a dream that sets your mood for the day.

PS: don't worry about not updating Steve, it's okay.

I just love this so freakin much!!!!! This makes me so happy!!! Thank you so much for sharing this with me!!!

I am so excited to see if you have more dreams as the story continues!

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heyyy, how are youu?? just been reading through your fics and wow, they’re all so freakin’ amazing!!! and i wondering what got you into writing ??

omg this is so so nice thankyou so much!!!! 🥺🥺🥺

i’ve been reading fan fic since i was like 11, but never really had the courage to post anything i wrote till a few months ago, mainly bc i was just super self critical (still am tbh HAHAH) but i’m so so glad i started because now i literally cannot stop

i honestly don’t know the exact moment i wanted to start writing fan fic, but just reading so many incredible stories on here for years, and writing is always something that has come easy to me in school and stuff, and was pretty much the only thing i really enjoyed :) plus i read a lot of fiction and have always been obsessed with marvel/star wars, so being able to create my own little stories for these characters AHHH i just have so many ideas and this is where i put them HAHAH

but honestly ppl on here have been so so kind and welcoming i don’t think i would have kept going if not for all of u beautiful ppl so SHOUT OUT TO U

tysm for this lovely ask 🥺🥺 my heart is so happy

also i wanna see my fave characters fuck so THAT is always a bonus writing this shit HAHAHA

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Hey love<3 I'm here to leave a feedback for fs likes n dislikes game.

First of all, thnku sm n I'm glad that my assumptions resonated n u got confirmations abt ur fs thru my reading. Secondly, abt my fs🙂I'm shocked like what the hell is up with WATER man? Everytime every freakin time i get that they love water, oceans,will meet around a water body,man! I'm not saying I hate water,I love it...it actually helps me in cleansing my negativity n all but I'm afraid of deep ocean,seas, rivers etc coz I feel like some kind of creature especially a big fat snake will come n will bite me or will take me away under the water(in my past life regression, I hv been told that I died due to drowning in water by myself (su!c!de) in my past birth, so no wonder why I hate deep seas n all lol). Yk I'm a freaking POTATO! I wonder how my fs gonna like me n will be ready to get married with coz I don't even hv any skin care routine. I hate doing all these things n that person looks so concerned abt their appearance ok🙂🔪 again, I hv got this many times that they hate being in control, they love their freedom which is understandable coz I'm like that only haha. Ok listen up future hubby¿One min you sayin' you love it when people around you are laughing n smiling especially if it's coz of you n the other min you're sayin' you hate it coz you think you are being judged... Like HELLO??? wtf you ok bro-? 😹 Procrastinating is my fav thing to do lol I mean in this case we r almost same. I do feel guilty sometimes but idc I love Procrastinating 😭💔✨ painting and drawing!!!!! Another confirmation. Loves to help others, one more confirmation. They don't like repeating things n hates being questioned (looks like my fs is my mirror self)😹 THEY HATE LIES(Conformations after confirmations) They hate winter, I hate summer🤣 I mean I don't love winter but in comparison to summers, winters r much better(tho I get swelled up hands n foots n my body can't keep up in winters but still I'll prefer winter when it comes to summer) They hates it when they get any pimples or scars!? 😹 Man, I hv many smoll pimples and adult acne n I don't even care, GOSH! at this point I'm concerned abt myself now. How on the earth that person will like me when I'm the full of opposite of that person when it comes to self care. Nevertheless, I loved reading it sooo much.

Thankyou so much for doing it n for ur time n energy. Take care n stay hydrated ✨🤍

Hi, fam! Thank you very much for the long and detailed feedback!! <333 I've had fun reading it, lmfao 😭 Thank you so so much for appreciating my work 🖤I am so thrilled to hear that my reading gave you lots of confirmation about your FS! <3 And man, same. I love water but I fear those deep waters, I've also had a feeling that I died drowning in a past life 😭 And tbh, please don't be concerned about yourself <3 You're already worthy enough and perfect just the way you truly are, and your fs will, no doubt, see that more than anyone 🖤 I've really had fun doing your reading and thank you sm for joining my game! Thank you so much as well for taking your time and energy in writing a feedback, I highly appreciate it, thank you veru much <333 Please take care as well and stay hydrated, fam! 🖤