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blushweddinggowns · 7 months

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Prompt number 2 bc I’m praying for more jealous Steve content. Bc Eddie can be so oblivious and Steve can be such a bitch and those things are so important to me

Eddie was a glutton for self-punishment, that was the only reasonable explanation he could come up with on what the fuck he was doing here. Sitting at some random gay bar as he watched the man he loved dance the night away with his bestfriend.

He just had to volunteer to be their designated driver. Maybe it was stupid, but Eddie thought that y'know, a gay bar meant that no he would not have to watch Steve flirt with some randos. But he forgot the small detail that bisexual people existed. And he had seen at least three damn girls slip Steve their number.

Which was just...so fucking cruel. Why did life always have to do him so dirty? Eddie had thought that maybe...if they went to this type of place together Steve's mind would open up a bit. A stupid fucking thought honestly. Based off of nearly nothing. Like, okay sure, Steve was all touchy feely with him sometimes. When he was high or drunk suddenly Eddie became his personal chair. And he would say just...the sweetest shit. Going on and on about how happy he was to have met him, how he's so glad he's alive and well, how funny Eddie was, how nice and sweet and pretty and...and all of it had sent his traitorous brain into a tailspin that had him thinking he actually had a chance with a straight guy.

And the fucked up part was that Eddie had really tried to start doing the right thing. He put a little distance between them when he figured out that he was past a silly crush. No he was head over heels for the guy and he needed to get over it. Fast. And if he could just start saying no when Steve called to get high or have a few beers together he probably would have made some progress by now.

But no, he was still to eager for contact with him to say no. Which made him feel like a creep, always waiting around for Steve to be a little out of his mind just so he could get a hug.

When did he become so pathetic?

The only slight comfort he had tonight was the fact that he wasn't alone. It really wasn't fair to bring a straight guy to a place like this, but at least every guy who had eyes on Steve was going to have to suffer in silence with him.

And some of them were kind of cute. Cute enough for Eddie to try and use one as a distraction. He was sitting next to a preppy looking guy, talking to him a little bit. Maybe he shouldn't have set his eyes on someone that kind of looked like Steve, but fuck it. His name was Andrew, and he was nice, a good flirt. The perfect diversion for when Eddie could tear his eyes away from Steve.

And things were actually getting a little interesting with him. He had his hand on Eddie's arm, leaning in to loudly whisper everything he said in Eddie's ear. He was smiling at him, close enough for Eddie to see the pretty gold flakes in his eyes.

They weren't as pretty as Steve's but they'd do.

Andrew tucked a bit of Eddie's hair back behind his ear, leaning in again. But he didn't go for his ear this time, no, he was zeroing in right to Eddie's lips. Not that he was complaining, he let it happen, a sweet, light kiss that had zero time to escalate to more.

Because suddenly, someone was tugging at his arm, hard enough to force Eddie's whole body back, nearly out of his chair. He blinked, more than a little startled to see Steve coming out of nowhere, clinging onto him with that stupid, gorgeous smile.

"Eddieeee," Steve whined, completely ignoring Andrew's presence, "Robin ditched me to make out with someone in the bathroom."

Eddie couldn't help but smile a little bit, despite the fact that he was definitely interrupting what was probably the first good thing about this night. He glanced over at Andrew, who was staring at them, wide-eyed before saying, "Uh, I didn't know you had a boyfriend."

"I don't-"

"I can't hear you in here," Steve loudly interrupted, looking adorably confused, "Come outside with me?"

If Eddie was smart, he would have gently pried Steve's hands off him before sending him off to find Robin. But...a drunk Steve was also a very cute and cuddly one. So fuck it, Eddie could find a rebound for his non-existent relationship next weekend.

He shrugged at Andrew, mouthing a quick apology at him before Steve started to drag him outside through the back door. Eddie half expected Steve to do his usual routine when he was toasted. Sweetly asking for a piggy back ride that Eddie literally could never refuse before falling asleep on his back. Then he'd get him in the car, wrangle Robin from wherever the hell she was, and they'd be off.

But the second they were stepping outside Steve was straightening up and stepping back, to Eddie's immediate confusion. He leaned against the wall, glaring at Eddie in a way he had never seen. Or at least directed at him.

"So," Steve started, his tone way too close to how he sounded when one of the kids pissed him off, "Who was that guy? You looked pretty cozy in there."

Eddie's brain was still struggling to catch up to the change in atmosphere here. But he tried to answer anyway, "I mean we were but-wait. Why are you not drunk? You were literally just-"

"It's called acting dipshit," Steve mumbled, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Which ow, rude. But his next words hurt even more, "Not like I have a choice, since you only seem to like me when I'm fucked up."

Eddie could feel his heart stop in his chest. He didn't-oh no. Oh god. Steve figured out he was a creep. A creep who was probably moments away from getting his ass handed to him.

Eddie swallowed, at a loss for what to say. But he still tried, "I-look dude it's um, it's not like that. I didn't- I wasn't trying to make you uncomfortable-"

"Then why the fuck would you kiss another guy right in front of me?"

Okay. That was enough of that. Yes, Steve could be mad about him being creepy, but no he couldn't be mad over having to bear witness for a gay kiss at a gay bar, "Well if I had known that you were apparently only okay with seeing girls kiss each other I wouldn't have come out tonight at all! Honestly Steve, how can you even say that? Like that is some real dumbass levels of homophobia, even for you. I thought the King Steve thing had died-"

"Shut the fuck up oh my god," Steve hissed out, "Are you really that damn dense? That's what you think I'm upset about? Are you fucking kidding me? And I'm the dumbass?"

"Then why are you mad?" Eddie half asked, half yelled.

“I’m not mad," Steve seethed, like he didn't look about five seconds away from choking Eddie out, "I...I just think you can choose better people to kiss.”

Maybe he really was drunk after all. Because now he wasn't making any damn sense.

Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose, beyond frustrated, "Who Steve? Like, I'm sorry to break this to you but not all of us can fucking look like you do alright? We're not all charming, golden Adonis basketball players okay? And sometimes you need to take what you can get. And there was nothing wrong with Andrew-"

"You think I look like a golden Adonis?" Steve interrupted, a weird expression on his face. He looked almost...hopeful? But that didn't make any sense.

"That's what you got out of that?" Eddie asked, exasperated, "I-come one dude. You know you're hot. But that's not my point."

"Well it's mine!" Steve groaned. He was biting his lips, a very distracting nervous habit that Eddie had picked up on, "Because what the fuck are we even doing? You think I'm so hot, so charming, so great, and you decide to kiss someone else in front of me? What the fuck is that? Do you like seeing me jealous? Do you get off on me pining? Please explain."

You see, that was the funny thing about Eddie's brain. One second he was lost, staring at Steve's red, bitten lips, and the next he was desperately trying to catch up with what just came out of his mouth. All of it the perfect blend to effectively shut his brain off completely.

Eddie stared at him, his words as dumb as how his face probably looked, "I-what? Huh?"

Steve narrowed his eyes at him, "Are we really doing this? Are you going to pretend like it's all in my head?"

"I-no. I just-please explain," Eddie is pretty damn sure he had never stuttered through a sentence that hard in his life.

"I've been coming on to you for months and you just keep giving me all of these mixed signals and..." Steve sighed, looking away, "I'm so sick of it Eddie. If you don't like me just say that! Stop whatever this is. Because it's mean and you know it. If you want a better option then just take it already and leave me alone."

He-what-that didn't even- Steve was straight, wasn't he? And now the stuttering had invaded his thoughts. Because if he actually understood all of that then...

He was the biggest idiot on the planet.

And his stunned silence was not helping anything.

Steve sighed, pushing himself away from the wall. He turned away, "I'm going to find Robin. We can just...act like this didn't happen I guess. I'm done."

Eddie had to give himself on thing, at least his body was working a lot faster than his brain. Steve barely had time to take a single step away before he was shooting his hand out to grab his wrist, stopping him in his tracks.

"I didn't know you were an option!" Eddie blurted out, his heart hammering in his chest, "I-Stevie I thought all of it was in my head. I-I thought that you were straight and we were just hanging out-"

"You think I sit in the laps of my other guy friends?" Steve asked, completely unimpressed, "While playing with their hair and calling them beautiful? Really, dude?"

Eddie nodded, sure and fast, "Steve, I had to do my senior year three damn times. I'm not always the smartest okay? And in my defense you never mentioned like dudes-"

"Yes I have," Steve interrupted, "When you came out to me, I told you to your face that I understand. That I could relate about hiding things and not talking about it. I literally said we were in the same boat. What else could that mean?"

Eddie remembered that, crystal clear. But..."I thought you were talking about PTSD, not secretly being into dudes."

"One dude," Steve corrected, but he was relaxing a little, thank fuck. Maybe Eddie could still fix this.

He took a deep breath, using his hold on Steve's wrist to pull him closer. His hands were fucking shaking, bad enough for Steve to almost certainly notice when he rested them on his hips.

This was it, he might as well be as clear as humanly possible, "I am so into you. Like a scary amount. Like I'm...borderline in love with you."

He was completely in love with him, but he didn't have the balls to say that bit out loud. He kept going, "And I didn't know you felt the same way. At all. Like I am dangerously close to having a stroke from hearing all of that. You kind of flipped my world upside down there."

Steve huffed out a laugh. Eddie may have fucked up everything leading up to this point, but Steve was eating his little speech right up. He shuffled a little closer, wrapping his arms around Eddie's neck with a small smile, "Keep going."

"I thought that I had no chance. I mean even tonight, people couldn't stop looking at you. And you got those numbers-"

"I threw them away," Steve interrupted, "You missed that part."

He had definitely missed that part, too caught up in his own head. But that didn't stop a smile from breaking out on Eddie's face, "Good. Because if you want me, you have me. I'm all yours, in any way you want me. Understand? Fuck, Stevie if I had known any of this we'd be the ones making out in the bathroom right now. And I'm sorry about..."

For the life of him Eddie couldn't remember his name, not when he had Steve smiling at him in his arms, "The other guy. But it literally means nothing to me. Not if I get to have you. Do...do I get to have you?"

Steve hummed, pretending to think about it while he played with a lock of Eddie's hair, "I guess that depends. Is making out in the bathroom still on the table?"

"Fuck yes it is."

Steve grinned, leaning up to press the sweetest little kiss to the side of Eddie's mouth, "Then I guess you have me then."

#steddie #steddie ficlet #silly steddie #asks #bitch steve #i think this might be helping?#with the inspiration lack?#unsure #but thank you for the prompt <3 #Honestly I really prefer jealous Eddie #but for you anon you'll get jealous Steve!#Robin meanwhile is having the time of her life in that bathroom #let the girl have her hoe phase #poor andrew #lol #im pretty sure this isn't the first time ive fucked over an andrew #one more to go~

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hazelhearts · 2 years

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Dating Steve Harrington But You're Eddie Munson's Ex (hc)

summary: what it would be like to date steve harrington as eddie munson's ex

content/warnings: angst, fluff, sad eddie

note / request: requested by anon "dating steve but beings eddie’s ex!!!!! with steve’s endgame"

masterlist

- they would both be SO jealous

- eddie would be upset because even he considered steve an upgrade. why were you ever even with him?

- steve would always be scared that he was the second choice, the one you ended up with because you and eddie had a petty argument

- you would be quick to let eddie know that you don't blame him, you just didn't work out. steve made you happy now, thats all there was to it

- and steve, you would always be there to tell him that you love him and that you and eddie were in the past. you chose him because you love him

- i feel like eddie would still want to be friends and you would too but steve would be super insecure about it

- eddie wouldn't try to get you back after you got with steve because he could see how happy you are

- group hangouts would be awkward at first, but everyone would soon learn how things had to be and you would all find a way to be happy with it

- eddie would struggle to move on, but he would feel like he has to since you're with steve now

- steve and eddie would learn how to be friends, both just wanting you to be happy

- when eddie did move on, his new partner would be integrated into the group pretty quickly and would make everything much more comfortable

- you and eddie would always be best friends, you were a part of each other's lives for so long

- when you got comfortable with eddie's new partner, you and steve would always go on double dates with them

- steve accepts that you'll always love eddie and understands he will always be a big part of your lives

- if you and steve get married, eddie would jump at the chance to be your bridesman of honor or eddies first man

- to cut it short, they would be the best of friends and so would you and eddie because, in the end, they both just want you to be happy

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@benedictsmuse

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beeindaclouds · 2 years

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Dear Mother,

May I request a C!Technoblade x reader? Could you also make it fluffy? I’ve had a rough week and I’d like a bit of light to enter my life.

(Could I also be 🌹 anon? It stands for my hopeless romantic self)

Hallo, thanks for requesting!

Also welcome to the family 🌹 anon! Sorry for the late reply, and I feel like we all kind of need this rn so, hope you enjoy <3

Fluffy Technoblade Headcanons

Requests are OPENING UP SOON

Reader: GN- They/Them

You're basically one of the people Techno trusts fully

So that means that you get to see all of his highs as lows

So let me basically tell you all about the highs haha

Morning Techno is cute Techno.

He is really not a morning person, unless he has something important to do like farming potatoes against Squid

So you get to see this groggy piglin, who's holding onto you for dear life in hopes of you not leaving him, complaining about the sun rays in his eyes

"Shut the sun off"

"Bub, it does not work that way-"

Man.can.cook.

Once he's fully awake and moving, or got pushed down by you cause you needed to do your stuff in the bathroom and he wouldn't let you go, he loves to cook you up a meal

You get to see your amazing boyfriend stumbling around with messy hair and clothes, as he tried to rub off the sleep from his eyes while cooking you breakfast

Piglins have eyes for one thing only, and that's gold; so whenever you wear something gold he goes into puppy mode

He'll follow you around everywhere, will do anything for you, and just adoringly stares at you like you were the most beautiful person he has ever seen

Which you are u.u

Techno gets into many fights, voluntarily or not, so you'll hve to treat a lot of his wounds

He is never able to look into your eyes as you take care of him, you are always so worried when he comes back hurt and it makes him feel guilty

But with a small kiss on his forehead and reassurance from you he knows that everything will be ok

One of Techno's favourite moment with you has to be when once you brought food for his dogs...and they all tackled you to the ground from the happiness

Man just stood there and laughed his ass off while the dogs tried to open the bag of food

Steve has basically become your child

He can never stay alone and will find any chance to slip into the house to hang out with you two

Many times the piglin has come home to you cuddling Steve on the couch

And he got jealous too haha

Whenever Techno grows his hair out you two will visit a flower camp, just so you can braid flowers into his hair or make flower crows for eachother

I think you two would have a notebook full of things you two had done for dates

For example you brought back some flowers from the camp, dried and pressed them and later added them to the notebook as a memory

A little journal of memories <3

#dreamsmp #dsmp #mcyt #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #technoblade #technobladeblurb #technoblade x reader #beeblurbs

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jessybarnes · 1 year

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How would people show this jealousy or passiveness lol

(They wrong in their blog “no jealous or possessiveness” )

Hi, anon. I'm gonna answer your question, but first I must warn you that you may not like said answer. This will probably be lengthy, so it's under the cut.

Jealousy and possessiveness can be shown in many different ways, so why don't we start with the definitions of both of them?

Those are screenshots from the Merriam-Webster dictionary website, but I'm still going to give you another example.

But, before I do, I'm going to go ahead and throw out there that this example goes for any role-play blog. Not just the TJ Hammond one you tagged in your ask.

If I am having a role-play chat with the TJ you mentioned, and you are scrolling through his blog and you see it, then just keep scrolling. What that TJ and I talk about doesn't pertain to you. Sure, it may be out there for everyone to read because I sent the role-play through their asks or reblogs instead of through DMs, but that doesn't give you or anyone else the right to insert themselves into OUR role-play.

Of course, we can't help it if you or someone else is jealous because we can't control your feelings, but it's still our role-play conversation. Not yours.

Unless the role-play blog was made SPECIFICALLY for one person to interact with, then it's most likely open to anyone who's over the age of 18, and that means that you and everyone else is going to have to share.

You know, the thing we all learned when we were in Kindergarten?

If you or anyone else can't learn to share on an open role-play blog, then it's safe to say that you probably shouldn't be role-playing.

Oh, and another thing, these role-play blogs are run by moderators. I, myself, am the moderator for two role-play blogs. These lovely, gracious people do this as a service to others who enjoy interacting with a fictional character they love.

Let me say that again just to make sure I get through to you.

These blogs are run by moderators who PORTRAY the actions and mannerisms of a FICTIONAL character.

That's right, FICTIONAL.

TJ Hammond, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Steve Kemp, Ransom Drysdale, Nick Fowler, and all the other role-play blog characters AREN'T REAL.

I could go on, but I haven't had my coffee yet, so I'm gonna wrap this up.

That TJ mod isn't wrong in stating their rules and regulations. I have the same rules in my TJ role-play blog. Our rules are whatever we say they are because they're OUR blogs. Not yours.

If you can't abide by them, then you'll be blocked. Simple as that.

One final word of advice that you can choose to listen to or not, I can't control how you perceive this response and I'm not gonna lose sleep over it.

If you get jealous or have the urge to be possessive over a role-play conversation that two grown adults are having, and it doesn't involve you, then you should probably go outside and touch some grass.

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

#j snow answers #j snow rants #anonymous asks #anon ask #anonymous

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neverinadream · 1 year

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I posted 15,814 times in 2022 - I clearly have a fucking problem 😂

That's 10,964 more posts than 2021!

9,217 posts created (58%)

6,597 posts reblogged (42%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@caprisunkai

@judeswhore

@enchantedaniel

@neverinadream

I tagged 5,703 of my posts in 2022

#kepa arrizabalaga - 489 posts

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#🍑 anon - 57 posts

#beth's random thought - 55 posts

Longest Tag: 135 characters

#i could go on a historical ramble about how men have hardly ever been the ones who are persecuted for using women who sell their bodies

My Top Posts in 2022:

Two Dumb Idiots In Love

Summary: Russian spies had infiltrated Hawkins but even that couldn't make these two put their differences aside. Or could it?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem Henderson!Reader

Requested: Yes

Warnings: spoilers for season three, enemies to lovers

Notes: feedback is always welcome, especially since i don't think this is my best, requests are open

"We're going down!" Steve shouts, screaming at the top of his lungs, his back pressed against the wall, as the secret Russian elevator dropped down the shaft at immense speed. "We're going down!" He repeats, as though they were the only words he knew.

"Yeah, no shit, Harrington!" Robin snaps back, his constant screaming like an irritating itch that wouldn't go away.

"I am supposed to be on a date right now. I am supposed to be on a date right now!" Y/N repeats to herself, holding onto the shelf like her life depended on it. Her brother was on the opposite side of the elevator, pressing the various buttons inside the control panel, with Erica pushing him aside to press the buttons herself. "Hey, Dustin, the next time you tell me that Russian spies have infiltrated Hawkins, I'm going to look you in the eyes, I'm going to tell you you're insane, and then I'm going to laugh in your face!" Dustin rolls his eyes, pushing Erica away as he proceeds to press the buttons again. "Ray is probably-"

"Ray?" Steve scoffs, forgetting about their current situation to focus on Y/N. "Ray Hall? Ray Hall asked you out on a date? Ray Hall and you?"

"Are you done?" She bites back, still holding onto the shelf as she steadily moves toward him. His laugh echoes off the inner walls of the elevator, mocking her. "Why are you even bothered?" She asks, raising her eyebrows. "I hope you're not jealous-"

"Jealous of Ray?" His expression twists, his face scrunching up to show his disgust. "Don't flatter yourself, sweetheart."

"Don't call me sweetheart!"

"Why?" Steve goads her, pushing off the wall and grabbing at the end of the shelf. "Why can't I call you sweetheart?" He looks down at her, steadily taking one hand off the bar to brush his fingers through his hair, enjoying the way her eyes watch him. A smug grin tugs on the corners of his mouth. "What's the matter? Do you secretly like it when I call you sweetheart?"

She takes another step towards him, a mere few inches of space left between them, their hands brushing against each other, as they hold onto the same bar. "I would rather fucking die than admit something as disgusting as that," she tells him, tilting her head back to look up at him.

"Well, lucky for you, it might just happen."

"At least then I'll be able to enjoy the afterlife without your annoying presence."

"Oh, you'll never get rid of me," his voice was low as he spoke, his eyes flicking between her eyes and her lips, "even in death I'll be there to annoy you."

She raises her eyebrows, a soft chuckle passing her lips. "God, I knew you had an ego, Harrington, but I didn't think you were this full of yourself. You really think you're going to heaven?" His gaze is pulled back to her mouth as she bites her bottom lip, caging in another laugh. "Newsflash, your name isn't on the list; they'll be no entry for Stever Harrington."

"Well, if I'm going to hell, I'm dragging you there with me, baby."

"Hey!" Erica clicks her fingers in front of their faces, the eleven-year-old pushing past Dustin and nearly falling over cardboard boxes to get to them. "If you two could save the flirting-"

"Woah, woah, woah! Pump the breaks!" Steve holds his hand up, batting her hand away from them. "We're not flirting," he defends himself, "I would never flirt with her."

"Now that is something we can both agree on," the older Henderson agreed.

Erica scoffs, rolling her eyes. "And pigs fly!" She turns her back to them, her braids swinging in the air as she moved. "Now, I would greatly appreciate it if you two would help us find a way out of here," she orders, checking through a box for something they could use to pry the door open, "I have a sleepover to be getting to; Tina may cover for me, but if I'm not home for Uncle Jack's party tomorrow, my mom will hunt each and every one of you down, and slit your throat."

"Well, there will be no Uncle Jack's party if we don't get out of here," Robin interjects, pushing boxes to the side with her feet, "so, do as Erica says and put this sexual tension on the back bench until we get out of here."

Dustin points to the ceiling, a metal hatch directly above him. "What if we climbed out?"

"You want us to climb out of here?" Y/N asks, looking at her younger brother in disbelief. "You want us to climb our way up a hundred-foot deep shaft like it's a P.E. lesson?" Dustin didn't see the problem. "Look, Dustin," she steps toward him, placing both hands on his shoulders, "you might have somewhat of a brain inside of that skull of yours, but that is the dumbest idea you have ever had!"

"Yeah, I have to agree," Robin chimes in, "there's no way we can climb out of here."

"But maybe we can get a better signal," Dustin waves the walkie-talkie, "then we can tell someone about the Russian spies and they can come and rescue us."

"What do you think, Petey the Mall Cop is gonna rappel down here and save the day?" Steve asks, pointing out the flaw in Dustin's plan.

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I'm Tired Of Leaving

Summary: Fate was determined to keep the two of you a part, so you've always settled for a part of him. What do you do now that he wants to have all of you?

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope - another self indulgent fic, I am so sorry to anyone who does send in request, I will write them

Song Inspo: Take On The World - You Me At Six

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut to angsty fluff, fwb!pierre, fwb to lovers, dom!pierre, sub!reader, pet names (baby, good girl, chérie...), praise kink, protected sex, hair pulling, choking, spitting, pierre's favourite position, some body worshiping, smoking, not proofread

Notes: the flow is a little clunky with this one but oh well. feedback is appreciated, it helps me a lot

He leans into your ear, hot breath fanning your face, a strangled gasp leaving your lips as you feel him pulling on your hair. "I missed this, chérie," he moans, deep, grizzly groans falling into your ear each time he pushes his cock back inside.

His grip tightens, pulling until you neck was craned back, your body was arched away from the mattress, and the back of your head resting against the centre of his chest, your eyes staring up into his. Something about the way he towered over you made you feel small but had your pussy clenching around him. "Open your mouth," he grins as your eager go to please, your lips parting, the corners curving as you grin in anticipation, "good girl."

You moan, feeling his spit hitting your tongue and closing your mouth to swallow it before he has a chance to tell you. "You're pure filth, Pierre," you bite your bottom lip, despite loving that about him.

"And what does that make you, huh?" He released your hair, making a comment in French under his breath, his hand now finding place around your neck. The laugh that leaves his lips is dark and silky as you squeeze around him. "Remember that thing you did for me the last time we were together?" He asks you, slowing down to hold off the inevitable of another encounter between you ending. "I think some would argue that to be just as filthy."

Your fingers weave through his messy hair, your hand reaching behind to touch him as he presses his lips to your neck, kissing the spot just behind your ear. "I remember," you respond, pushing your hips back to meet each of his.

"I think it was your best work yet," he mumbles, sliding his hand away from your neck and down the front of your body. The tips of his fingers ghost over your breasts and down your stomach, stopping once his hand was between your legs. You can't see it, but you feel his smile pressing into your neck as he listens to the sharp gasp leaving your lips as he rubs two fingers against your clit.

"I looked at them the other night," he confesses to you, his free hand creeping back around your neck, keeping your body pressed against his, "thought about that night - thought about you - as I stroked my cock; thought about you laid on this bed, your lips swollen and your lipstick all smudged, my hickies all over your chest, your legs spread out for me to see this perfect pussy, all aching and glistening for me-" He takes a second to steady his breath, mumbling something in his native tongue, as he tries to calm himself, his imagination getting the better of him. "You looked so fucking beautiful for me that night!"

"You were the artist that night," your cheeks are red hot from his omission, the fuzzy feeling in your stomach and the whooshiness in your head hard to deny, "I was just the canvas."

"The perfect canvas," he praises your body, groaning as your pussy clenches around him.

Your hand cradles the back of his neck, your fingers playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck, as his forehead presses into your shoulder, shallow breaths hitting the top of your back. For a few seconds, all that can be heard is just the two of you breathing heavily, a whimper and a moan heard coming from your own lips as the muscles grow tighter in your stomach.

"Pierre," you whimper his name, digging your nails into neck, the pressure becoming unbearable as it builds up, "I-so close-"

"Gonna cum for me like you did that night?" He asks, kissing your shoulder and your neck. "Gonna do it again for me?"

You nod your head, swallowing down a moan.

"Good," he mumbles, half-chuckling under his breath, almost relieved even, "because I don't think I could hold it any longer."

Neither of you say another word, him letting your body collapse softly onto the mattress, your face buried in the pillow, as his hands hold onto your hips. From behind, he leans back to watch his hard cock being swallowed up by your cunt as he thrusts into you, which had become sloppier the closer he was to finishing.

You own face, though hidden in the soft cushion of the pillow, shows off your pleasure, your expression bliss-like, as your orgasm rings in your ears and pulsates around your body. The tight spasms of your body clenching tightly has Pierre finishing inside the condom, half strangled gasps for air filling your bedroom as he reaches for the headboard, trying not to collapse on top of you.

"Those will kill you one day," Pierre finds you later at your window, the hatch pushed open so you could sit on the fire escape. At your feet was an astray, a previous failed sculpture of yours you had made years ago, and a cigarette hung loose between your fingers. You mumble something about only having one life, before taking a drag of the cigarette and blowing the smoke away from you. "Move," he mutters, wanting to sit with you.

You stub what was left of your cigarette out in the centre of the ashtray, nudging the faded green ceramic away with your foot, before shuffling across the window ledge to give him some space. "Better?" He hums, touching the soft of your hip hidden beneath his shirt as you lean into him. "You smell like you just had nasty sex," you joke, attempting to hold off the inevitable that would be him leaving.

His laugh rings in your ears, caught off by surprise. "What a coincidence because so do you," he joins in on the joke, "I hope they were worth it."

"Meh," you make a sound, shrugging your shoulders, suddenly gasping as he tickles your sides, "I've had better."

He kisses your shoulder, mumbling something in French under his breath that you were sure was probably something along the lines of no one does it better than me. "I get why you like this city so much," he kisses your shoulder again, turning his head to look out of the window, "it's beautiful at night." Your apartment wasn't in the heart of the city but it was close enough to get a nice view of the city lights at night.

"It's beautiful in the daytime too," you throw back, picking at loose thread, "not that you would know." It was almost a tradition at this point that he would fly in, unannounced for the most part, spend the night and leave before you've woken up. It was a rinse and repeat cycle that happened every few weeks. And...you were fine with that.

At least now you were.

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946 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

Hold It

Summary: ....smut...it's some smut...i can't think of a summary

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, dom!pierre, sub!reader, dirty talk, pet names (chérie, baby, good girl....), praise kink, orgasm control, thigh riding, fingering, begging...that's mostly it

Notes: feedback is greatly appreciated!!

"Go slow, baby," Pierre whispers, mumbling against your lips, "there's no need to rush this." He kisses you, framing the side of your face with one of his hands as the other travels the length of your naked back. You shiver against him, moaning the second his tongue finds its way into your mouth. It's a sweet sound, one that he teases out again as his free hand finds your bum, squeezing at it through the material of your shorts. "We've got all day, remember?"

You smile, scratching your fingers through his hair. "I like the sound of that," you admit, ducking your head to kiss his neck. Instinctively, he rolls his head back, a calm sigh falling from your lover's lips as you graze your teeth softly over his Adam's apple. "But does all day actually mean all day?" You question him, kissing all the way up to his left ear. "You're not gonna suddenly disappear on me, are you?"

Pierre nudges his nose against yours as the two of you come face to face again. "All day means all day, chérie," he assures you, hooking his fingers under your chin and pressing his lips against yours. It's a slow kiss, almost only against your bottom lip, which he pulls at with his teeth, groaning as you whimper at the little bit of pain. "Now," he looks at you directly in your eyes, his own eyes, two pools of ocean blue, darkened from desire, "finish riding my thigh."

Subtly, you nod your head, your lips brushing lazily against his jaw as you start to grind yourself against the top of his thigh. Soft sounds of pleasure tiptoe off your lips as quiet sighs, muffled by his neck as your bury your head into his body. A combination of your shorts and his thigh rubbing against your throbbing clit had your stomach churning, the muscles tightening as you chased your high.

His hand found its place on your hip, squeezing it tightly and helping you to ride his thigh. "You're making a mess of those shorts, baby," he groans, feeling the wet patch grow the longer you ride his thigh. He tugs on the elasticated waistband, luring out a sharp hissing sound as it slaps back against your skin. "Sit back up for me," he mumbles, humming as you do. His eyes settle on your chest, the bed covers falling away and revealing your body to him. "Hmm," he licks his lips, "pretty eyes and pretty tits; it's hard to know where I should look."

You hold onto the top of his thigh with both hands, grinding your hips harder across his thigh. "Pierre," you breathe out his name, his thigh flexing, leaving your clit throbbing with pleasure.

He's captivated by the image in front of him, the parted lips and the breathless moans, your eyes rolling in your head every time he flexes his thigh. "Are you gonna cum, baby?" Pierre asks, palming at his boxes, his hard cock straining against the tight fabric. You nod your head, taking both hands off his thigh and cupping your own chest, making him groan as you play with your own nipples. "Gonna cum and leave a pretty mess for me? Is that what you're gonna do?" He grins, shaking his head, snickering as you whimper and whine. "Hold it," he demands, a flicker of wickedness in his eyes.

"I can't," you whine, the bubbling pressure and the temptation to cum all too unbearable to ignore, "Pierre, I need to-"

"-to cum?" You nod your head, biting down on your bottom lip. "Sure, you can cum," he tells you, squeezing your hip, "but just not yet." Loud laughter fills the space between you as you roll your head back, whining out into the air and showing your displeasure with his teasing. "Just a few more seconds, baby," Pierre takes over, grabbing your hips with both hands, grinding you hard against his flexed thigh, "do you know how fucking good you feel just riding my thigh, baby? Soaking through these little shorts and making a dirty mess all over my thigh."

Leaning over him, your cradle his face, lazily brushing your lips over his, whimpering into his mouth as his tongue lures out a moan. "Baby, please," you beg, pressing your forehead to his, feeling your thighs tremble, knowing there was no way you could hold off any longer, "I'm gonna cum. I-I can't hold it any longer."

"But you're doing such a good job for me," he praises, trailing one hand up your body, roughly cupping your chest, grinning as you arch your back into his touch.

"So let me cum," you bite back.

You frown watching the left side of his mouth twitch, gradually tugging upwards, smirking as he looks back at you. "I could," he replies, pinching and rolling your nipple between his finger and his thumb, "couldn't I?"

"Yes," you were breathless, panting against his lips.

He hums, releasing your nipple and touching the side of your face, dancing his fingers across your cheek. "But what if I didn't?" He ponders, letting his fingers drag across your parted lips. Pushing his index and middle finger into your mouth, he is eyes light up as you suck on his fingers, eager to do so. "What if I didn't let you cum all over my thigh?" He slips the two fingers out of your mouth, both of them slick with your spit, trailing them over your chin, down your neck and between the valley of your breasts. "What if I made you cum in a different way? Princess, wouldn't you prefer to cum all over these fingers instead?"

It was no secret that you had somewhat of an obsession with Pierre's hands; Pierre often caught you gaping at them during conversations and subsequently teased you about it afterwards. They could both comfort you and make your knees crumble to the ground.

Releasing your hip and moving between your bodies, he tugs on the waistband of your shorts. "Lift your hips for me," he instructs, mumbling good girl under his breath as you do so. A strangled mewl is heard as Pierre slips his hand down the front of your shorts, rubbing your clit with his thumb and inserting two fingers into your aching pussy. "So fucking wet, amour," he mumbles, crashing his lips against yours, his tongue delving into your mouth.

"Don't stop," you breathe against him, grinding onto his fingers. The familiar ache bubbles in your stomach, growing bigger and bigger as you wait for Pierre's permission. "Do not-" You inhale sharply, feeling Pierre curling his fingers as he moves them slowly in and out of you. "Jesus, don't fucking stop, Pierre," you moan, begging him to make you cum, "do not fucking stop!"

"You close?" You whimper, nodding your head. "Do it, princess," he gives you the sigh, circling his thumb faster over your throbbing clit, "cum all over these fingers you're oh so fucking obsessed with." Your body shakes against him, thighs trembling as little white spots blurred your vision. The long-awaited high rocks your body, twisting and tightening in your stomach, igniting like a thousand sparklers and leaving your body tingling with aftershocks. "That's it, baby, that's it! Look at you, shaking and cumming all over my fucking fingers!" Pierre chuckles in your ear, kissing at your temple as your head disappears into his neck, "wasn't that worth the wait, huh?"

You nod your head, nuzzling your face agaisnt him. "Definitely worth it," you mumble, adjusting yourself against his thigh and lying against his chest.

He hums amusingly, staring up at the ceiling, tiredly tracing his fingers up and down your spine, listening as you try to catch your breath. "You okay?" He asks, taking a second to glance down at you. Smiling, he brings his hand up to touch your face, brushing his thumb across your cheek as he finds you gazing up at him. "Breakfast?"

"Depends," you answer, drawing nonsensical patterns against his chest, "will you be cooking?"

He rolls his eyes. "You say that like you're any better than me."

"Aye," you quip, running your fingers against the scruff of his beard, "but I've never given myself food poisoning."

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Forbidden Fruit Never Tasted So Sweet

Next Part

Summary: To him you were like the forbidden fruit Adam and Eve were sworn off from devouring, but a nibble wouldn't hurt him, right?

Warnings: brief mention of parental loss, 18+, minors dni, a tiny age gap (reader is in their mid twenties), older brother's best friend!daniel, dom!daniel, sub!reader, pet names (baby, princess ect), praise kink, teasing, a little bit of begging, oral (f receiving), fingering, basically porn with minimal plot, a smidge or orgasm denial

Requested: Nope

Notes: yeah...i normally have a general tag list for my work but since this isn't who i normally write for, i'm just gonna tag @enchantedaniel because i feel like beth might like to read this 😅

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My #1 post of 2022

They Don't Love Me, They Just Want To See Me Naked - Part I

Summary: Billy broke her heart, corrupted her reputation with lies and left her unable to trust anyone else. Eddie just wants to love her for who she was. And Y/N doesn't know what to do.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (mentions of a past relationship between Billy and the reader)

Song Inspo: Tattoos - Reneé Rapp

Requested: Nope

Warnings: post season three/pre season four, slow burn, angst, strangers to friends and then eventually lovers in later parts, soft!eddie, talk of blood

Notes: feedback is always welcome and greatly appreciated, requests are open so please do send them in

No one ever plans to fall in love. You don't jot it down in a planner or clear out an hour of your day to spruce yourself up in anticipation of its arrival. Love strikes us all in a single moment. You can find it in a smile or you can find it as you're swept off your feet in some elaborate, grand gesture. It's taking a step back in the moment and saying to yourself that you, out of the six billion that inhabit the planet, have found the one person you want to share the rest of your life with.

After Billy crumpled her trust up like nothing more than a piece of paper, tearing holes into it with lies he could not take back, Y/N was scared to love. To be in love again meant she was opening herself up to the possibility of being hurt, broken beyond repair, and she already saw herself as a silly, little, helpless, broken girl, who gave away her virginity to the first person who told her he loved her. He didn't.

Love was a strong emotion and Billy had shown her just how cruel it could be.

Dates came and went, calling her a tease when she refused to put out on the first date, as they had been told by Billy. "Buy her a milkshake," he told them, "and she'll give you a blowjob. That's what she did for me on our first date." And others gave her the "it's not you, it's me" speech after enduring weeks of nothing. None of them wanted to get to know her or to love her, they just wanted to see her naked.

But that's when Eddie came along, driving through Hawkins, with his music blaring and fingers drumming against the steering wheel, copying the beat to whatever song had been playing at the time. He had spotted her walking alone, her hair and makeup ruined by the rain, and her arms hugged herself as tightly as possible, her whole body shivering as she moved as quickly as her feet would allow. There wasn't a single spot on her body that hadn't been touched by the rain.

"Y/N!" Eddie shouted her name, pulling his van to a stop and rolling the window down. The wind carries his voice, making her jump; her hair sticks to her cheek as she whips her head in the direction of the voice. To see Eddie had been a surprise, but she was more surprised to know he remembered her name. "Jump in," he insists, preferring that she wasn't spending another minute out in the rain, "I'll give you a ride home."

"It's okay," she initially rejected him, biting her bottom lip to stop it from trembling, "I'm fine with walking."

Eddie frowns. "You're not walking in this rain," he insists, "besides, we're both going the same way." She looks down at her feet, which were now submerged in a shallow, murky puddle. Eddie wasn't wrong, they both were heading in the same direction. "What's the matter?" He attempts to crack a joke. "Scared to be seen with the likes of me?"

She lifts her head, looking back at him with pinched eyebrows. "And you're not scared to be seen with the likes of me?" She fires back, her eyes quickly bouncing around to check who was about.

"Not at all."

Giving in, she climbs into the passenger seat of his van, giving him half a smile as she pulled her seat belt on. The inside of the van smelt like cheap cigarettes and pine air fresheners, but it didn't bother her. Billy had always smelt like cigarettes and strong cologne, so the smell of Eddie's van was no different to her. She was just thankful to be out of the rain.

"What were you doing outside anyway?" Eddie asks, adjusting the volume on the stereo. He keeps his focus on the road ahead of them, silently cursing under his breath as the wipers take too long to sweep the rain away.

"I was on a date," she answers, pulling uncomfortably at her skirt.

"And he let you walk home in the rain?" He glances across at her, watching for a second as she tucked strands of wet hair behind her ear, showing off the small golden studs she wore. "He doesn't sound like a gentleman."

"They never are."

Pulling into the trailer park, Eddie shuts off the engine but keeps the headlights on, casting a shadow onto the side of his uncle's trailer. The trailer she lived in with her mother and her little sister was only a few feet away, the only home she had ever known. "I don't-" Eddie clears his throat, loosening his grip on the steering wheel until his hand drops into his lap. "I don't believe what they say about you," he admits, feeling like he needed to tell her.

"You don't?" She watches him shake his head. "Why not?" It was a simple question. "Everyone else does," she mumbles, anxiously chewing on the end of her thumb, "everyone thinks I'm a no-good piece of trailer trash, who will give anyone a handjob for the price of a smile." She wipes her hand down the front of her skirt. "What makes you any different?"

"Because the same people who say that about you, tell people that the Hellfire Club is a cult, with me as their leader, and we partake in human sacrifices down by Lover's Lake," Eddie answers, recalling the lies that he had heard about himself, "it's all bullshit. Hell, I don't like the site of my own blood, never mind someone else's." She hides her smile behind her hand, swallowing a laugh, but Eddie sees her eyes temporarily light up. "It's true," he insists, nodding his head, "I got a nosebleed once when I was in middle school, fainted as soon as I saw the blood."

"That was you?" She asks, a quick flash of an old memory.

"That was me!"

She releases a sigh that wasn't a sad sigh but still wasn't a happy one. "Thank you for giving me a lift home," she undoes her seat belt, the elasticated strap slotting back into place.

"You know," Eddie follows her as she gets out of the car, swinging the driver side door shut behind him, "I heard the rain isn't going to stop for a few days, I can give you a lift to school tomorrow if you want?"

"Oh," she wipes her hair out of her eyes, "uh-"

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Wally anon: Bi guys gotta stick together 🤝 It's honestly kinda wild to me howww popular they are in ~that~ way. No judgments, just a very, "Oh...okay" reaction from me. 🙈 Yesss. You know he would be very. attentive to the script he had planned for you. 🫣 And even to this day you can unpack all kinds of new ways of Jill's plans & manipulations. She was running Woodsboro like the Navy fr (& would've gotten away with it had Gale not noticed the ~matching wounds~ line). 🫡 Aw, I actually like him as Hughie. What makes you find him misplaced? But, yup, the beard just makes me 😮‍💨 I unpopularly think Ethan should've remained as the ~repeatedly accused as a killer, but turns out to be innocent & die~ type ala Liv just cause it would've funny if Mindy kept being wrong. 😂 But yeahhh, 6's finale with everybody trying too hard to give CRAZY!!! really did not work for me. Ghostfaces need to differ from each other to stand out & it was all just too samey to get much of an impression for me. 😶 Just like that pool scene for sureee. 💦💦💦 Okay, keep going @ handsy/strong. 👀 (4's mask is my personal least fav) It's sooo funny how. consistently bad the mask got when the OG just. DIYed the mask with cheap spray paint & scissors. 😭 The apartment is deffff the best sequence next to Gale's (as long as you don't think of some of the...dubious plotting, like Chad & Tara fleeing instead of all of them overpowering the single. killer 💀), but yeah, the bodega felt...Idk. Like, seeing tiny ass Jenna Ortega immediately. knock Ghostface over so easily before they run inside kind of undercuts all the tension for me dhskdb.

You were, yup. ♥️ (Luckily, it's pinned on his acc, so super easy to do; probably not as. excessive as I made it sound, but it's still reallyyy hot: https://twitter.com/griffinbarrowsx/status/926924161817202688 🥴) (And imagine him pinning you up on a wall with it, with it leaking all over you, to make it easy for him to relentlessly pound up into you + use it as lube 😮‍💨)

(Exactlyyy. And sometimes he just wants to spit on you to see how it looks like on your skin 🫣) And you knowww that just works Wally's nerve more cause it makes him incredibly jealous, thinking that you might choose over him. 😶‍🌫️

I have a few other reasons to tune in off & on, but those reasons have slowly but surely waned so I feel you (cause he was for sure one of the best parts of TFATWS). Unfortunately, I never watched Daredevil even though I've seen how popular Murdock is. 🙈 But yesss Steve was my MAN before Endgame. I stuck through for sooo long just for him & they just...blew it all away in the span of one movie. 🙃 yupyupyup @ the Get Out comments. He really did. 🫣 (also did not see Kin so I am very unfamiliar with Charlie's work djdhdk) I actually enjoy Jill a lot, but it's difficult to fully. get into what she's doing for the reasons we've listed. I just love a ~shady, mysterious character~ & they reallyyy needed to capitalize on that behavior instead of making her inconsistent as hell.

And there's nothing wrong with a healthy. expression of one's feelings/anger/etc. but if it's just nonstop, it's like...why even bother engaging with things you know will piss you off?

I shockingly have not seen those videos for myself. 😮 But you knowww in this scenario, he's gonna cum everywhereeee from how much you're teasing him with him unable to do anything held down like that.🫠 uh oh @ 45 mins left. You'll have to let me know how the rest went for you cause I know what's coming. 👀 A complete whore for him fr.

So true🫡 we gotta keep the numbers strong. Yeah, I can’t see that. Sometimes the hype just isn’t there but it feels like it affects everyone else. Yesss Roman would make sure it’s very on script and no room for improvising🤭 JILL WAS SO CLOSE. wes craven was too scared to not kill her off because he knew she would be too powerful fr. Maybe I just don’t like Hughie, and Jack sells it soooo well that I extend the critique to him. But idk, it’s mostly the fact that he looks older than he is in the show and is a bit too buff to fit it to me. It’s mostly physical, because the acting is pretty strong. Yesssss Ethan should’ve never been a killer because, while 3 killers is cool, it lessens the kill count and overshadows the other killer’s motivations. He should’ve died towards the end with Chad (gay roomies plot supremacy idc.) The only person selling crazy was Sam, because she ate up that “I need to go killer mode on all of yall nowww.” Honestly, Mindy being wrong would fix the movie geek problem somewhat… but still not enough😪 Handsy and strong and ready to make me feel like if I use my teeth while blowing him… it’s not gonna end well for me. That’s part of the thrill, being so intimate yet so close to danger by gravitating to a man of his size🫣 And yeah, maybe it’s because the were using a high budget to look low quality, but ended up making a dumb abstract art piece sksjsk. EXACTLY it was one guy and a room full of five or six people I think? Just tackle him and take the risk instead of letting it be one on one😭 Chad can take Ethan and I think it was Ethan attacking them because Bailey was at the crime scene and Quinn was obviously in the apartment sooo. Yeah. Could’ve been tackled by Chad (gay lovers romance continues)

THANK YOUUU i will be watching🫡 Ugh I love when a guys dick is just… backing you against the wall because he’s that big and hard😮‍💨 ready to cum in or on you🫣

Casual spitting> just letting it sink in as he spits on you 🫣😮‍💨 Wally tries to do it too, using it in his hand to make your dick wet while they’re both thrusting into you omfg

Exactly!! No one gets a good ending in the MCU.. Scarlet Witch fans were betrayed by her sudden exit in MOM (which wasn’t even her movie!!) and neither has Bruce Banner (still mad that he’s just a joke character now + same with hawkeye. two good characters from the start of the MCU ruined for younger, and worse characters to take their place😪) Bucky still has his strengths, and has surprisingly been respected in recent years of Marvel. Steve… oh my blonde beautiful baby what did they do to you😭 It’s so criminal that he was done so dirty at the end of Endgame. Again, missed potential for Stucky!! Right there!! (So glad tony was gone by the end of Endgame, I didn’t like him much at all.) Sebastian had his whole rack out for that scene and I wanted to suck them as much as his dick sksjsj. Charlie is sooo🥴 One of my fave dilfs with a fat ass and… woof that picture of him in white boxers and you can see everything in the front in the outline. I’d suggest looking it up because it’s a sight🤭 He’s really good as Matt and is my favorite iteration of the walking religious mess and morally conflicted hero. Jill is tough to describe. She’s got a good motive and association to John and his accomplices but they really threw it out the window😭

Exactly!! Their entire culmination of the online experience sounds negative.

Yeah you’d be lucky to have him not mess up your icing patterns with some extra from his own coating whatever you’re making. (I assume it’s pastries or something in the realm of baking if you need his milk. Or maybes it just something like scrambled eggs idk.) IT WAS SO SAD BJT SHE GOT REVENGE IN THE END YAYYYYY‼️‼️ Awww you’re so sweet🥰

#wally clark #wally clark x you

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Every time I see bash fics like that I think "why would you do this to yourself?" From experience I'll tell you writing about things you hate is tiring and makes you miserable. You're constantly putting yourself into something you don't like, how does that make sense?? I get venting, but some of these fics are like 50k to 100k long.

I had to learn myself that it's pointless to do stuff like that because it makes you miserable. It really does. I had to realize that myself the hard way after months of being in a hate cycle. Do whatever you want, but don't do things you'll regret or that make you miserable, it's not worth it.

I really hope these people siding with nazis or making Jewish/Jewish-created characters nazis aren't adults, and they'll soon enough move on and realize indifference is easier than hate.

I kinda felt jealous that they actually have both the time and dedication to write that long, since I don't have both for my own faves and original characters. I guess there is a satisfaction in writing those hate fics, maybe it's therapeutic for them? But yeah it's also constantly exposing yourself to negative emotions and embracing those emotions which is...not exactly healthy.

I am glad you got out of that hate cycle, Anon! Honestly, I don't want to keep posting negative things I found here, but Tumblr is the only place I can vent about those (I deleted my Twitter again, haha).

Yeah, I really hope that they will stop especially about the nazi things. I feel like they should just embrace the reality of why they don't like Steve, Nat, Team Cap, etc, instead of making up reasons, it's less exhausting, you know? Because I think that most of them didn't think that they are nazis before they did something that didn't benefit their favorite characters or support their ship. At this stage of my life, I feel like embracing my feelings instead of constantly trying to justify them is one of the things that make my life easier--even if that feeling is as simple as my feeling about a fictional character.

#asks

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jinxthequeergirl · 5 years

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A star above them all

Steve Harrington x henderson! reader

Summary: there was a time you and steve got along really well now that your world is ending for what feels like the hundrth time you reconnect

Requested by anon: i saw ur taking steve requests lol i wanna know if i can request some after starcourt mall fluff/angst with a steve x henderson!reader? and dustin being kinda protective over the reader? idk, you dont have to do this is you dont want to!!

Warning: swearing

Also a friend of mine actually did this for me and I still have the bead.

Also don't think I did this as good as I hoped.

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You remembered very vividly being friends with steve harrington from kindergarten up until sixth grade.

You also remembered that in. Sixth grade you went through a rough patch in your life. Steve was there to help.

It was in the art room just after lunch had started. You were alone crying over a drawing you worked hard on. "Y/n?"

"Go away steve!" to him that meant come have a seat. He pulled up a seat next to you and looked at you sadly "What's this?" Before you could stop him He pulled the page from under you and frowned.

"Who did this? You worked really hard on this!" you grabbed it from his hand and turned away. It was the classes latest assignment. Free hand anything you wanted.

You took a photo from your family's photo album and painted it You worked so hard you came in before school, during lunch, and after school. When you finished your art teacher told the class that she would be featuring in the art show.

You were so proud, steve was proud, your family was proud. Until you came in the next week and found red paint smeared across it. The teacher told you she had to pull it from the show. Leaving you here.

"I'm sick of it Steve...I'm sick of Tammie doing This stuff to me..." he grabbed your shoulder and spun you around on the stool. "Listen to me!" He took the paper from you and slammed it on the table.

"They really are just jealous! I mean who wouldn't be? You are talented and funny, not to mention you have me as a best friend." You chuckled rubbing a tear away.

He stopped and got up and grabbed something from across the room. "And here." He took your hand and placed a small handful of beads in it.

"See this cool glow in the dark star bead? That's you!" he put "you" in the center of your palm.

"And all these other boring beads they're Tammie and everyone else who isn't you...or me." he held one up to show you before chucking it across the room.

"Just get rid of them! Ignore them! They don't matter!" you laughed and soon enough joined him in throwing them across the room.

"Mr.Harrington. miss Henderson!" You turned to each other and laughed and you closed your palm around the single star bead in you hand.

And that night you went home tore the charm off a necklace you always wore and replaced it with the star.

It was always a constant reminder to you that no one who put you down mattered.

Even after you started highschool and steve left you for Tommy h, And Nancy wheeler. You still wore the necklace to remind yourself that it even counted for him.

You and Robin took lead with Erica beside you as you walked down the tunnel of the Russian base. "So how's you y/n-"

"No,nope."

Steve looked at Dustin confused. "What?"

"Listen I know what happened between you and y/n. And I know we're friends and all but it's my job as her brother- "

"Younger brother." Steve stated.

"As her brother to make sure she stays happy besides you've got robin."

"C'mon henderson-"

"Nooooo."

After everything in star court was over. The flayed dead, the gate finally closed again. You sat on the floor of the upper level next to Steve wanting to cry.

"I can't believe you kept it...after all these years."

You looked over at the boys beaten and bloody face.

"What?"

"The necklace." you looked down at the little star around your neck. "Oh huh...yea I do."

"I'm sorry...for What I did to you in high school…"

"It's whatever Steve.." you got up and started to head down to make sure everyone else was ok.

"Hey no it's not!"

He caught up with you and fell into step.

"Steve...really now is not the time to be apologizing for one of many doughy things you've done. And listen it's fine my brother likes you and whatever and it was nice to be able to talk to you again even though our lives were on the line...but I know you'll just go back to ignoring my existence even now that you've got robin."

You hurried over to will and Lucas who both raced into your arm. Leaving Steve there. After the second time this happened. And You saved his ads from Billy he realized how much he missed You.

You were all sent outside to ambulances and wrapped in blankets. Steve though he was in conversation with robin couldn't help but look over to the ambulance you say in, he watched with a warm smile as you quickly got up and ran across the parking lot to engulf Dustin in a hug.

"Are you ok? Are you hurt?"

You both seeming asked at the same time. You both fell to your knees hugging each other.

Dustin got up and came over to Steve. "Hey."

"Hey…"

"Listen you know what I said about staying away from y/n"

Steve nodded and shrugged. "Yea but you didn't necessarily say stay away from her-"

"I did in not so many words shit head...just shut up and listen…"

Steve nodded And looked at him.

"I know she misses you and I know that she needs you...so maybe...it wouldn't be the worst if you tried to talk to her again."

Steve grinned and looked over to you hopefully. "Well are you gonna go or just state at her?"

Steve quickly got up and made is way over to you.

"What, Harrington?"

He sat down next to you.

"I'm sorry...and before you get all pissy just hear me out!" You turned to him with a shocked look.

"What?" you shook your head and smiled. "Nothing please continue."

You two sat there the rest of the night. You finally allowed Steve to apologize and the both of you stayed there until it was all over. Just talking and catching up.

You fell asleep on his shoulder on the way home and he was happy again.

~three weeks later~

"Ya know I'm gonna miss that sailor outfit."

Steve smiled as he turned around to face you. In three you agreed to give him a chance and start dating him. And You had to admit you where happy.

"What? My video store outfit isn't good enough."

You rolled your eyes and kissed him quickly pulling a movie from the stack in his arms.

"How about a movie at my place tonight, mom's out, Dustin is with the gang.."

He smiled. "Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss being with my star again for a second." You raised your eyebrow at him. "Your star?" he smiled.

"Yea Steve's star? It's...it's got a ring to it font you think." You laughed and he leaned over to kiss you again. But someone launched popcorn at the both of you.

"You make me sick." you laughed at robin and pulled some from your hair throwing it back at her

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