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' ' 'cause he's so pretty when he goes down on me gold-skinned eager baby, blue shirt out the laundry he tells me he's gentle when he wants to be so I think he wants to be gentle with me ' '

Chrissy gets so sick of being the perfect girl everyone else wants her to be so when Billy Hargrove, new to Hawkins and much desired amongst the girls her age, makes a move with her she's happy to take a leap and start messing around with him.

Catching feelings is much less expected, but the way Billy goes out of his way to be gentle with her makes Chrissy think that maybe, just maybe, he might like her too.

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Every time she's on screen I start destroying furniture

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Mel ✨

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RICE POLL 3.0!!!!

What do you have rice most with/in?

With Various Meats/Vegetables (plain)

With Various Meats/Vegetables (flavoured)

With Soups/Curries

Fried Rice

In Sushi/Gimbap

As Congee/Porridge/Puddings

By Itself

Other (sorry I didn't think of it, please put in the tags :D)

Results/bald :>

Please put in the tags your favourite way to eat rice.

Please put in the tags your favourite way to eat rice.

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Stranger Girls ☀️

Closeups below

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Redrawing old art 2

Old version under cut

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Billy: Pretty boy is in trouble.

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my favorite hannibal bit is when will says some weird shit and everyone stares at him

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are they a FREAK (derogatory) or a FREAK (affectionate)

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When she begins to rock, honey, I begin to roll

Okay so the fandom has continued to disappoint me with the lack of Trickette fanfics so I decided I needed to do it myself. Takes place the day after the "closing with your work crush" video. Note, Bridgey does get her ass grabbed by a customer so tw for that

“I tried breaking up with Peter last night—” Bridgette tells Nicole meekly when there’s a gap in the dinner rush.

“Yes! Finally!” Nicole cheers, just as Bridgette tacks on an, “—again.”

“Wait, what do you mean ‘again’? You’ve done this before?”

“Yes! Multiple times! But every time I bring it up he just tells me to stop being ridiculous and you know I’m physically incapable of arguing with people and like, I don’t want him to be homeless. He doesn’t have anywhere else to go!”

“So?” Nicole scoffs. “Bridgey, that’s not your problem. You’re clearly miserable with him.”

“It’s not all bad,” Bridgette protests half-heartedly.

“Hold on a sec, table thirty is flagging me down. We are not done with this conversation.”

The next four hours fly by and before Bridgette knows it it’s closing time. She grabs her stuff and tries not to think about how much she’s dreading going home. She can’t stop thinking about last night and how alive she felt for the first time in years.

Before she can dwell on it too much longer, Nicole is telling her. “I’m meeting you at your house. If you can’t break up with Peter, I’m doing it for you.”

“No! Nicole, you don’t have to do that!” she protests, but secretly she’s thrilled that someone as assertive as Nicole is taking the reins.

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Peter is busy playing his video games in front of the living room TV when she and Nicole turn up. He doesn’t even acknowledge them, too busy yelling at the screen.

Nicole walks up to the TV and fiddles around with the cords plugged into the side of it before yanking on one—turning the N64 off.

“Bro, what the fuck? I was in the middle of a tournament!”

“You were playing Super Smash Bros on a fucking N64 and can’t even connect to the internet,” Nicole deadpans, having picked up enough knowledge about video games from Nico at work. Without skipping a beat, she continues, “Listen, Bridgey has tried breaking up with you multiple times—”

“Oh god,” Peter says with a roll of his eyes. “Not this bullshit again.”

“Well she’s serious this time and I’m telling you that you need to get your shit out of this apartment and leave. Now.”

He turns to look at Bridgette, wide eyed. “What the hell, Bridgette! You’re just gonna let her talk to me like that?”

Bridgette shrugs, feeling bolder with Nicole by her side. “I told you last night I wanted to break up.”

He throws his controller down to the ground. “It’s ‘cause you’re probably cheating on me, isn’t it. I saw the way you were looking at your little trainee.”

Her stomach is in knots. She feels guilty for how much flirting she’s done with Trick since he started working at the restaurant, but she tries to tell herself that it didn’t mean anything and she didn’t actually cheat. But you almost did last night, the voice in her head tells her.

Peter doesn’t argue with her further. He gathers up his gaming console and goes to the bedroom. He comes out with a backpack filled with clothes and toiletries and says, “Whatever, bitch, I don’t need you anyway. I’m going to Cody’s.”

He slams the door behind him and Bridgette immediately lets out a sigh of relief, feeling the tears prickling at the corners of her eyes from the adrenaline rush.

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She’s on cloud nine the next day at work, feeling free for the first time in three years. Trick, knowing she’s single now, has dialed the flirting up to eleven and it makes her blush every time he makes another comment about how beautiful she is. She soaks up the attention—having sorely lacked it in her relationship with Peter.

Her next table is a group of three frat boys, which normally would make her wary, but she’s in too good of a mood to let some assholes who probably tip like crap ruin her day.

“Hi, I’m Bridgette, I’ll be taking good care of you!” she greets them with a smile.

One guy wolf whistles at her and she internally rolls her eyes. Oh, so that’s how this is gonna go.

She tries her best to deflect all the creepy questions about whether the “carpet matches the drapes” (gross) and whether she’s single and manages to succeed until she’s walking by their table with a tray of hot food.

She feels a hand grope her ass and freezes. Time seems to stop as she hears the rest of the table laughing. She blinks back tears as she hastily sets their food down and says, “I have to go.”

She beats a hasty retreat to the walk-in where she lets the tears flow.

Nicole’s coming to check in on her several minutes later. “Bridgey, I think you need to see this.”

She wipes the last of her tears away and then follows Nicole back out to the dining area and watches as Trick takes over her table.

“Hey, where’s the pretty redhead? I wasn’t done talking to her.”

“She went on break—you assholes are stuck with me now.”

Her heart skips a beat. Trick continues, “And hey, next time you think about grabbin’ that pretty redhead’s ass again I feel like I should let ya know I carry a switchblade on me and have absolutely zero issues usin’ it on douchebags like you.”

Oh, that shouldn’t turn her on as much as it does.

“Trick, can I talk to you for a sec?” she hears Terry say, and then, “I cain’t have you threatenin’ guests like that!”

Nicole rolls her eyes. “Look, one of them grabbed Bridgey’s ass. If he didn’t say something, I would’ve. You should be glad you have employees willing to look out for each other.”

Terry frowns and looks over at the table in question. “I see. Will you excuse me for a sec?”

Bridgette doesn’t stick around to find out what happens to the table of frat boys. She grabs Trick’s hand and drags him to the kitchen and then into the walk-in. Before he can say anything she’s rolling up on her toes and crashing her lips into his.

He freezes for a moment before his brain catches up to what she’s doing and then he’s gripping her hips and dragging her closer to him. They’re both gasping for breath once they come up for air.

“Wow,” is all he says.

She blushes. “It was really sweet how you stood up for me back there.”

He smirks at her and brushes a curl behind her ear. “So, you wanna go out some time?”

Before she can respond she hears Nicole yelling, “Yaaaaaaas! Get it, Bridgey!” from just outside the walk-in door.

She giggles and then tells Trick, “I think that sounds really nice.

“Pick you up at eight?” he says, before kissing her again.

They only leave the walk-in when they hear Terry yelling, “Where the hell did my servers go?”

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This meme was too good not to use it

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Steve has a simple dream.

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I read someone on here saying that this would have happened to Caitlyn at least once and - I strongly agree

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That’s a weird pep talk, Hargrove. As always.

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I wanted to see Vi’s reaction to Cait’s dracula outfit but despite going to the commune wearing it, Caitlyn changed her outfit right before ambushing Vi in ep 6 🥲

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i'd apologise for the excessive reblogging of stuff from my cunningway sideblog except i am not sorry <3 i am feeling emotions about these girlies again <3