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#3........why tiffany........
jpriest85-blog · 6 months
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You know, if I had a nickel for every time I made an OC, that was an ancient monstrous or eldritch being, that took the human shape of a beautiful woman, and had a cult ...well I'd only have $0.15 which isn't a lot but it's funny that it happened 3 times. Introducing from left to right the pretty blonde girl next door Tiffany Newman, and casket for an eldritch being from @the-passenger-if . On the middle is Tihamah an ancient sea dragon/ Leviathan, I originally created her for an abandoned IF, Honey & Fire, but I liked the character concept of a dragon walking around in human form so her character developed and evolved into her own thing. On the right is Thuban The Harbinger of Calamity from @justpked Fell Star. Thuban is an ancient bestial creature of the void that weilds blood magic and chaos to ensure the laws of balance are maintained.
Despite the overlap in similarities, especially considering their names all begin with T, and they all have at least one noticeable mole/beauty mark on their faces in human form, they are quite different. Especially when it comes to how they became the objects of worship of each of their respective cults. Both Tihamah and Thuban's cults sort of developed by accident. In Tihamah's case, she unintentionally saved a coastal city when an invading armada got too close to her nest, and she slaughtered the entire naval fleet. The residents of the city she saved started offering her tribute in both thanks and in appeasement, so she'll continue protecting them. Tihamah just went along with it because they weren't going to hurt her or her babies, and hey, free food! While Thuban's duties as the Harbinger meant she was often regarded as a figure of fear and dread, others regarded her more as a protector since she'd often target groups and people in power that didn't heed her warnings and threatened the Laws of Balance. It was probably quite surprising for Thuban the first time a group of people showed up at the abandoned temple she was residing in, and she realized they wanted to worship, instead of kill her. Tiffany actively sought out her cult in an attempt to regain her former power so she could stand a chance against the Hunter and become the Apex predator again instead of prey. Tiffany quite enjoyed being revered, although she wasn't into wearing the robes like the other cultists. With time and effort Tiffany puts into her appearance, she's not going to cover up her outfit with shapeless robes, especially when wearing Calvin Klein!!
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peterpastrahmii · 2 years
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WHO. DID. THIS.
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twyz · 1 year
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He's so tired but she doesn't know how to leave him alone </333
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plumbogs · 4 months
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After fighting through the bore that is Bluewater Village, it's springtime and a new round at last. The Brokes without Dustin are an adjustment. On one hand, there's far less bathroom juggling, but on the other there's the loss of income. Brandi found a career back in the culinary world today so that shouldn't be the worst.
Beau went on a date at the skating rink :) awww. Then he rolled the want to call Dustin to chat and they talked on the phone for two hours. i can't get enough of the brokes they're all so cute
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valtterifanblog · 2 years
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These designs🤯
All of them are so pretty🤩
I'm glad he's wearing all three, because I can't choose between them. Tiffany did a great job again❤
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silvershewolf247 · 7 months
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I like the idea that Chucky could have taken over Andy's body in Child's Play 2, but his own fear of death and what he may face after death, resulted in a psychological barrier that prevented him from doing it.
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ayoyoungg · 1 year
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team 2 could pull off BANG but team 8 can’t pull off The Boys me thinks
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nomiilee · 1 year
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Dressed up for Valentine's day, cause every excuse to wear one of my many pink-variant wigs is one i will be taking. <3
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chuwenjie · 10 months
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Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse comes out later today so I wanted to write a post reflecting on my journey and experience working on this movie. So many people have supported me through this and I am so thankful to each and every one of you!
Text version of this post under the cut:
Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse comes out tonight. It feels really weird to be typing that out right now. I worked on the movie as a visdev artist for the last 2.5 years, from 2020 to 2023. Long post incoming.
There are a lot of reasons why I'd consider this film to be one of the most ambitious animated films to ever be made. As artists, we were asked to push ourselves far beyond our comfort zones and do things that had never been done before in animation.
Every time we reached a point where most people would say "this must possibly be as creative and weird as it gets," our entire team of artists and animators would smash right through the ceiling. The driving direction for the visuals of the film was to push the limits of every single frame; to challenge audience expectations and make something truly original.
The best thing about this film was that there wasn't a single boring day working on this movie. The hardest thing about this film was also that there wasn't a single boring day working on this movie.
There were times while working on this where the imposter syndrome hit me hard. This was my first big movie, and what a hell of a first movie to get thrust into.
I came in only a few years out of school with absolutely no idea what the hell I was doing. I constantly feared that someone had made a mistake in bringing me onto this film, and I was going to let everyone down. There was a solid chunk of those 2.5 years where I wasn't sure if animation was the right path for me.
If there's anything I could tell my past self it would be this: there are so many people who love you and believe in you. There will be a time when you get to stand on the other side of it, look back on everything and see how far you came.
I'm still working on self-acceptance every day (it will be a lifelong struggle, I'm sure), but I'm glad I didn't give up on myself. I'm proud of myself and my contributions to this film, and I'm certain that this movie will continue to change and shape the animation landscape just as the first one did. That's truly a special feeling to have been a part of. I am so incredibly grateful to every single person who helped me along this journey.
Here come the thanks:
To the ENTIRE visdev & art crew- it's been an honor getting to work alongside each and every one of you. My jaw is literally still on the floor from seeing your incredible talent day after day.
I want to thank Tiffany and Felicia especially for being there for me through tough times- I admire and respect you both so much as artists, and even better than that, my life is greatly enriched for being able to call you my friends.
Thank you Patrick and Dean for taking chances on me, teaching me so much about art and what I'm capable of, and encouraging me along the way. To Aymeric, your art is one of the reasons I initially became interested in animation and you have been one of the kindest & most empathetic mentors I could ever have asked for.
I want to thank my wonderful parents for believing in me always and raising me into the person I am today: everything I do in life is to make you proud. To my brother Andrew who is perpetually awake at 3 AM when I need someone to talk to- thank you for always picking up the phone and making me laugh.
And finally to my partner Luke for making me grilled cheeses on all of the difficult days, for never getting sick of me even when all I would ever talk about was work, and for patiently and steadfastly loving me throughout this entire thing. I don't think I could've done it without you.
Starting tomorrow I will begin posting and sharing some of the art I made for this movie; I'm looking forward to sharing some of my personal favorites with you. I hope each and every one of you enjoys Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse when it hits theaters later today!
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ohoshi · 2 years
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what a day at mubank today
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jadeslashes · 1 year
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🕸 how they mark you.
includes: patrick bateman, charles lee ray, tiffany valentine, jason voorhees, michael myers, pinhead, jennifer check, freddy krueger, jackson rippner, stu macher, billy loomis.
warnings: nsfw, possessive & abusive behavior. minors please dni.
tw: mentions of blood, knives, cutting, hickeys, biting & burn marks.
🪓﹒PATRICK BATEMAN ꜜ﹒⟡﹒
he would have you wearing something of his, or he’d buy you something for you to wear
and he’d take any chance he can get to show it off, too
“see that necklace they’re wearing? i got it for them.” and then he’d go on to explain where he got it from, and probably reference how expensive it was because it’s patrick
oh and it strokes his ego a little bit every time he hears or sees you showing it off to your friends <3
🛠﹒CHARLES LEE RAY ꜜ﹒⟡﹒
he would shamelessly kill anyone who got too close to you, he barely gives a shit about marking you
but if anything he’d mark you by stubbing out his cigs on your arm to leave a mark (and if you’re lucky or ask nicely he might make it in the shape of a heart just for you)
🖤﹒TIFFANY VALENTINE ꜜ﹒⟡﹒
bite marks and lipstick prints
if she can sneak a kiss on your neck, lips or collar of your shirt that’ll leave the print of her lipstick on you, she’ll do it
and whenever someone points it out she laughs because she can tell that they know she’s the one who left it (and she loves the either flustered and embarrassed look or the somewhat proud and nonchalant look on your face when they do)
and of course she’d leave a few hickeys occasionally too, not all the time though
🕸﹒JASON VOORHEES ꜜ﹒⟡﹒
he’d do a few different things to let you and other people know you’re his
you’d have several articles of clothing and jewelry that he’d want you to be wearing, likely things that he found that he thought you’d like
honestly if he thought anyone was getting too close to you, rather than just trying to mark you he’d just do something more direct to scare them off
🔪﹒MICHAEL MYERS ꜜ﹒⟡﹒
cuts & hickeys combo
even if people don’t know that they came from him, they still know that you’re off the market
and whenever they start to heal or become less visible he replaces them with new ones <3
⛓﹒PINHEAD ꜜ﹒⟡﹒
the torture that they inflict is enough to mark you
they know that after the experience they gave you, the mix of pain and pleasure and every wound, bruise and cut that you got along the way is enough to ensure that you’re only theirs
you and them both know no one else could give you something like that, so that’s all they need to do <3
🩸﹒JENNIFER CHECK ꜜ﹒⟡﹒
call me basic for this one but i think jennifer would always mark you up with hickeys
all over your neck, shoulders, collarbone, thighs, everywhere <3
and when she’s with you out in public where people can see the two of you and your hickeys, she loves knowing that people can tell that she’s the one who gave them to you
holding your hand and kissing you and introducing you as her significant other isn’t enough, she needs people to know that you’re all hers
💭﹒FREDDY KRUEGER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒
i’ve talked about this concept a bit in a previous post but
he’d knick you with light little scratches with his blades in your dreams so you’d always wake up to see them
it’s his little way of reminding you that he’s there <3
sure, if ever someone asks about them you just lie about it most of the time, but that’s fine because you both know where those scratch marks came from, it’s your little secret
🛩﹒JACKSON RIPPNER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒
i think he’d like it if you used his cologne, or wore something of his that smelled like him, he’d offer you his jacket or shirt at every chance he gets, especially if you are out in public somewhere
he likes the idea of you smelling like him, having his scent on you
i really don’t know why tbh,, maybe that’s just a me thing but it’s hot imo
and as a bonus he just kind of always casually has his hand on you in some way, on the small of your back, on your thigh, you get the idea
🥩﹒STU MACHER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒
okay he might not necessarily physically mark you, but he definitely makes it clear that you’re his
whenever you two are out together or with friends he’s all over you, arm around the waist, kissing you, pulling you closer to him, all that shit
more often than not if someone looks in your direction he’s got his hands on you in one way or another
📞﹒BILLY LOOMIS ꜜ﹒⟡﹒
i see billy as having a huge thing for knives, so he’d cut his initials into your thigh or your arm
i wouldn’t put it past him to leave you with a few bruises too
“you’re mine, y’know that? all mine.”
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mooncalender · 2 years
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⧽  ° ✽ 。  ⧼    . .     @maveruhk​   CONTINUED   FROM :          here  .
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“don’t   worry   about   it.   it’s   normal   compared   to   the   rest   of   the   effects   of   breaking   the   speed   of   light.“   he   is   not   being   humble,   really.   he   spend   a   full   day   in   bed   feeling   sick   for   reaching   what   the   navy   wanted   and   reaching   mach   9   speed.   mav   simply   shakes   his   head   points   for   the   ncis   agent   to   enter   the   hangar   that   was   his   usual   resting   place   and   laugh.   “but   you   already   know   that.   hard   to   forget   the   effects   of   the   g-force,   right?   but   you   aren’t   here   to   remember   old   times.“   he   cleans   up   the   smear   grease   from   his   hands,   letting   it   rest   on   the   side   of   the   plane   before   them   before   looking   back   at   tiffany.   “unless   you   no   longer   want   a   desk   job   and   decided   to   join   back   the   gang.“  
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                    SHE   COULD   NEVER   FORGET   HER   LIFE   BEFORE   THIS   ONE  .                    tragedy  smears  her  blood  in  her  mouth ,   makes  his  words  carve  bitterness  in  her  tongue  like  ancient  words  in  stone .     sometimes ,   she  considers  this  life  an  option  still ;     sometimes ,   but  never  for  too  long .          ❛❛   so  you’re  still  cocky ,   still  very  mav .   ❜❜          teeth  peek  from  behind  her  lips ,   the  grin  pulling  her  mouth  into  a  pleasant  curl .     a  sore  spot  rests  at  her  throat ,   +   she  considers  this  a  heavy  burden ,   a  mother  with  her  hands  at  tiffany’s  throat .          ❛❛   i’m  sure  that  joining  the  gang  isn’t  an  option  here  anymore ,   but  i  would  love  to  catch  up  while  i’m  taking  a  break  from  my   NOT   desk  job .   ❜❜          her  legs  cross ;     eyes  cut  down  the  side  of  aircraft  almost  wearily .
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freddysglove · 1 year
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what the slashers got you for valentine’s day
michael: if he even remembered (which is obviously highly unlikely), his gift would be coming home early and hovering over you for the rest of the evening. in his mind, this is romantic intimacy.
jason: a handful of dandelions from the forest and a big hug.
pinhead (1987): they would just ask you what you wanted and get you exactly that. very straightforward! not really the surprise type.
pinhead (2022): would give you the lament configuration and tell you to choose lauderant/love (it’s a pickup line).
norman bates: roses :>
patrick bateman: money for breast implants.
billy lenz: a live rat he found in the attic.
freddy krueger: permission to borrow his hat for the night. what do you mean you don’t want it? of course you do.
billy loomis: nothing. why do you need a present? is he not enough?
stu macher: extremely expensive jewelry!
harry warden: a box of chocolates (there's no heart inside, pinky promise).
herbert west: would ABSOLUTELY forget and end up spending all day in his lab </3.
art the clown: stolen gifts from his victims. lots of jewelry and even articles of clothing.
tiffany valentine: wine, chocolates, and a LOT of physical affection.
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sabrinashrts · 3 months
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parings : percy jackson cast x fem!reader ( only walker, leah, & aryan )
warnings : none really.
summary : you and the cast do a wired autocomplete interview ! if your not sure what it is it’s just answering most searched questions on the internet :) let’s pretend the character you play is hazel levesque ik like she’s not even in s1 but like who cares 🌚
“3.. 2.. 1 action!”
You smiled at the camera “Hi my names y/n y/l/n” as you let the others introduce themselves.
“My names walker scobell”
“My names leah sava jefferies”
“And im aryan simhadri”
You and the others discussed that you would do the intro when they finished you spoke “And we are doing the weird autocomplete interview!” One of the workers handed you guys boards with your names showing blank lines.
“Alright who should we do first..?” Aryan says looking at the boards. Walker looked at you smiling “I think y/n should go first”
“Yeah I was also thinking y/n!” Leah added on you laughed softly “Wow.. of course it’s me” Aryan handed you the board with your name on it. You sighed “I’m scared to what people have searched about me” Aryan laughed to your comment. You saw the first blank.
You read it out loud “What’s..” you ripped off the piece of paper finishing your sentence “Y/n y/l/n favorite color?”
You turned to your friends “Do you guys know what it is?” Leah spoke right away “Is it ( your favorite color )”
You smiled “Yes good job!” Since she was right next to you, you gave her a high-five. You looked at the next question “What…” you ripped off the paper once again “Character does y/n y/l/n play in percy jackson” you looked at the camera “i play hazel levesque”
You looked at the other question “What happened to..” you ripped the paper off “Y/n y/l/n foot?” You suddenly remembered what happened. Walker had a laugh “oh my god I remember this!” Aryan nodded “Yeah why don’t you tell them what happened y/n?”
You laughed softly looking at the camera “While filming i broke my foot.. it was honestly kinda funny” you smiled.
Leah spoke “And it’s crazy how you still filmed! Like i could never” Walker nodded “Yeah y/n is a strong person” you smiled at his comment.
You looked at another question “What is y/n y/l/n eye color” you looked Walker and you looked at your eyes “There ( your eye color )”
You nodded looking at the camera “There you go..”
You finished the rest of your questions and threw the broad behind you “alright that’s all for me” It was now Aryans turn and he read his first question “aryan simhadri rolling in the deep”
You laughed right away and so did everyone else Aryan put one of his hands on his face smiling “No.. I don’t wanna remember this guys.” You looked at the camera “Guys go search rolling in the deep by aryan simhadri, you guys will love it!” Leah laughed softly.
After some questions it’s now Walkers turn. Aryan handed him the board he adjusted himself in his seat “Okay.. who does Walker Scobell love” It got kinda awkward.
You broke the silence making a joking “Me.. and Leah Sava Jeffries, and Aryan Simhadri.” Leah looked at the camera with a smile. Walker looked at you and nodded “Yeah.. you guys.. the cast of percy jackson I love many people.” He nodded and looked back at the board. “How old is walker scobell” he looked at the camera “I’m fifteen years old.”
He finished and now it’s Leah’s turn. She grabbed the board “Alright let’s see what people say about me” you smiled and Leah pulled off the paper “What has Leah Sava Jeffries been in.” She stopped for a second then looked at her friends “Uhm I’ve been in this one movie called beast, this other movie called… something from Tiffany, and now I’m in Percy Jackson!”
You made a small comment “You were amazing in the beast I saw it with my family you did good!” Leah turned to you smiling “Thank you!”
She did the rest of her questions and now it was time for the cast to answer questions about Percy Jackson. They let you told them board “Is Percy Jackson and the Olympians for kids?” Leah said reading the question.
Leah nodded softly, you sat yourself up “Yeah it is for kids. There’s nothing bad so I think your kids would be okay watching it” you said.
Aryan read the next question “Is Percy Jackson and the Olympians good?” Walker shrugged “I don’t know you’ll have to find out for yourself” you laughed softly he was right maybe watch it and you’ll see after.
You read another question “Is Percy Jackson and the Olympians just like the books?” You made a confused look “I mean.. what do you think it’s based off..?” Leah laughed “No y/n.. be nice about it” you smiled “What? Like I’m just saying it’s obviously just like the books.. there something out of place but overall yes”
Walker and Aryan also laughed and after some questions it was time to end it. You threw the board behind you once again but you accidentally hit Walker in the face. You turned to him laughing “Oh my god I’m so sorry are you okay?” Aryan and Leah were laughing and Walker was too.
“Yeah I’m fine it just hit me in the head” he said with a smile you gave him a side hug with a laugh “Im sorry again I didn’t see your head there” Aryan spoke “Y/n your always hitting someone” you turned to the camera with a smile “Okay guys you know what…”
Leah spoke “Okay that’s all we have for you.. today as you can see we are chaotic like always!” You laughed covering your mouth “Thank you guys for watching! Go watch a Percy Jackson and the Olympians streaming on disney plus!”
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stveharringtn · 3 months
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hi angel, im so excited to read your stories :)
would love to make an angsty Steve x reader request. im forever such a Steve Harrington girl 🥹
an angsty enemies (more like rivals) to lovers. they get roped into the upside down things together, and their mutual love for the kids really brings them together. over the seasons they get closer and closer, silently falling in love. then towards the end, something happens and they all get separated.. and they all think she’s dead? until they’re somehow reunited and realize she’s okay? and Steve’s just a wreck, completely inconsolable thinking that she’s gone. and even more of a mess when he finds out she’s alive?
…or is that stupid… 🥲🥲
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Angsty Teens. ( s. harrington x reader )
【𝜗𝜚 warnings; enemies to lovers!!!!, canon compliant, r is dustin’s sibling, r makes a joke about a father leaving during the middle of the night, dustin & erica gets TIRED ( robin enjoys the banter ), they think r is dead, blood, long over-due kissy kiss, sort of changed it a bit - i hope that’s okay! NO ONE DIES! i don’t think there is any use of pronouns, but if there is, let me know!
【𝜗𝜚 an; oh, oh, this is NOT stupid AT ALL!!!! ( no request is ever stupid! ) i was just gonna do 1-3 but then …. i rethought and decided to do all four. i hope you enjoy and this is what you had in mind!!
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1983
There’s something about Steve Harrington - Steve ‘King’ Harrington as many people loved to call him - that you hated.
You weren’t for sure what caused this deep hatred. Maybe it was the many girls who he kept wrapped around his finger and he just messed with them, loved to parade it around.
‘Look at me! I have someone, and you don’t!’
Or maybe it was the fact that he used to be your friend and completely ditched you for Thomas Hagan and Carol Michaels.
“Your face is going to get stuck like that.” Eddie notes out loud, a small smirk on his face as he watches your face scrunch up in disgusted as the boy walks past with his goons and the girl of the month.
Nancy Wheeler.
Pretty. Pristine. Good grades. Never in trouble.
Her poor friend Barbra Holland - also known as Barb - was following behind quietly, books tucked close to her chest.
“Shut up,” You grumble to Eddie, slamming the locker door shut. “Hey, Barb!” You wave, giving her a kind smile.
Her head towards yours, waving with a small smile. She continues to follow behind Nancy.
You sigh. “I don’t get why he goes from girl to girl.”
“Well, he seems pretty serious about her.” Eddie shrugs, walking out with you.
“He seemed serious with Vanessa, Tiffany, Erica, Monica, and-”
Eddie clasps a hand over your mouth. You stare at him with wide eyes. “Okay. Okay,” He breathes, removing his hand. “I think I know why you feel this way.”
“What way?” You open the passenger door to Eddie’s van and slips in. He shuts the door for you, jogging to the other side.
He opens the door. “Jealous.”
You sputter on words. “What?! Me? Jealous? You cannot be serious!”
He slips into the car, shutting his door. “You had a small crush on Stevie boy and then - boom - he suddenly gets popular overnight with his big hair and nice polos.”
“Okay, first,” You hold up an index finger. “Gag me with a spoon. Secondly, I am not jealous. I could care less who Steve Harrington dates. He’s just. . . a boy.”
“Thank you, Captain Obvious.”
You narrow your eyes at him. “You know what I mean. I just hate that he leads everyone one, making them think he cares for them, then - bam - he’s gone like a father who leaves in the middle of the night.”
He purses his lips and squints his eyes at you. “I feel like you just related Steve to your father.”
“I did.”
He hums, nodding and turning in his seat. “Alrighty, then.”
NOVEMBER 24TH 1983
There’s a knocking on the door that causes you to flinch and Nancy turn quickly, high on alert.
You’d never guess you’d be fighting faceless monsters with your brother and his small friends, plus Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers.
“You don’t think they knock, do you?” You breathe out, a bead of sweat dripping down your temple.
“Jonathan! It’s me, Steve! I just- I’m not looking to cause any trouble, I just wanted-” Nancy is marching towards the door, opening it only a crack. His bruised face is confused when he sees the girl. “Nance? What-what are you doing here?”
“You need to leave.” Is all she says.
His eyes dart over her face, shaking his head. “What are you doing here? What happened to your hand?” His eyes peek over her head and you gulp once they land on your face. “What’s she doing here? What’s going on?”
He pushes his way in, stumbling a bit. He stands straighter, eyes moving over all the lights in the home.
“What is all this? What’s-”
“Steve,” Nancy says, catching his attention. He looks over at her, holding his hands up quickly.
You quickly step in front of Steve without thinking. “Nancy, what are you-” She cuts you off.
“You need to leave. And now.”
“Nancy.”
“I don’t understand what is going on! You all are acting craz-"
“Nancy!” Jonathan finally catches the attention of you all, he places his finger on his lips. “Listen.” He whispers.
Everyone goes silent, eyes lifting towards the roof.
“This is crazy. . .” Steve whispers to himself. “This is crazy! This is crazy!”
He rushes towards phone, picking it up. Nancy yanks it from his hold, slamming it back down. “Leave. Now. While you have the chance.”
And of course, Steve leaves, the door slamming behind him.
You roll your eyes, shaking your head.
The lights cut off, before flickering. You freeze, eyes darting around.
“Nancy!” You call out. “I can’t see anything! What’s-” A scream leaves your lips, your legs getting lifting from the ground, the blood flowing down to your head quickly.
“Oh, my god! Oh, no! Please! I don’t want to die!” You didn’t feel like you were going to die, but. . . with these things? You never know.
Your dropped onto your back, your breath being knocked from your lungs. A hand grips your shoulder pulling you up.
“Come on!” A voice eerily similar to Steve yells out. You check over your shoulder, before heat suddenly licks up your body.
You flinch back from the fire, staring down at the flames.
“Do you think it’s dead?” Nancy whispers. Jonathan steps forward, her hand shooting out quickly to grab at his arm.
“I’m just checking.” He says. She nods hesitantly, dropping her hand. He kneels down in front of the trap, watching it bubble.
“I think it’s dead.”
Dustin’s head was laid over on left your shoulder, Lucas’ head occupied your right shoulder. Your arms were fuzzy but you weren’t going to complain.
Happy Will was alright and all the kids were fine. . . besides the poor girl who had grown on you.
Jonathan steps into the room, a small smile on his face. “Guys,” Mike was the only one away, slapping at Dustin’s arm. “Will’s awake.”
Mike stands from the seat, slapping both their shoulders now. You laugh softly, shaking your head as both of them startle awake.
“Come on! Will’s awake!” Mike cheers. Dustin grins, shooting up from his seat, Lucas following behind him down the hall to his room.
You’d go visit him later, allowing the boys to have their own time.
You stand from the seat, yawning as you walk towards the water machine, grabbing a small paper cup and filling it.
“Uh,” There’s a throat clearing behind you and you turn around. Steve Harrington. “Thanks for. . . not letting Nancy shoot me.”
“That’s only because I want to,” You shrug. “Not to help you.”
Lies. It’s still in your nature to care for your old friends and it’s tiring. Especially when they wouldn’t do the same for you.
Except, Steve had taken care of you. Made sure you weren’t eaten.
His lip quirks at the corner and he nods. “Right.”
You nod, lifting the cup to your lips, chugging it all. He nods a bit again, turning and making his way towards the door.
“Uh,” You wipe the corner of your lip off. You watch as he stops and turns towards you. “Thanks, too. I guess. For, uh, saving me?”
He nods and smiles a bit. “Anytime.”
1984
You curse yourself for feeling bad for Steve as he watches Nancy stand next to Jonathan, her hand placed on his head.
He steps towards the back door, sitting down on the small step. You sigh a bit, looking out the window above the sink.
“Go talk to him,” There’s a nudge at your side. You turn and look at Dustin. “You know you want too.” He grins.
“Oh, shut up. I don’t want too,” You grumble, turning away and resting your back on the counter. “Why did you even get Steve in the first place?”
He squints his eyes at you. “You were on a date.”
“So? Couldn’t you have called someone else?”
“He was just there,” He says. “Literally.”
You let out a sigh, looking at your chipped polish. “I come home to you and Steve chopping up cubes of steak. It was weird.”
He rolls his eyes. “Go. He’s. . . he needs a friend.”
“You both are friends now,” You lift a brow at him. “Why can’t you go talk to him?”
“Because you know him better than me,” He shrugs. “Than anyone really. Weren’t you both best friends?”
“Key word: were. We aren’t anymore.”
“Doesn’t change the fact that you know him better than anyone.”
You frown - because Dustin is right. The little brother who you had taught to be nice to everyone, kill them wiyh kindness even, was giving you the same talk you’d give to him if it was between him and one of his friends.
You sigh and push yourself off the counter. “Fine. But don’t think I’m going to listen to you all the time just because I do this one time.”
He grins cheekily at you, despite all that has happened tonight, and makes his way towards the table and sits down.
You inhale deeply before exhaling, stepping outside now. You shut the door, stepping next to Steve and placing yourself next to him.
You stay quiet, eyes staring at the small building in the back.
“You didn’t have to come out here, you know?”
Your head reels back at the bite in his tone, a frown on your face as you turn to look at him.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
You rub your lips together, wanting to keep everything in.
“Just because your girlfriend doesn’t care about you anymore, doesn’t mean you can just snap at other people. It’s not an excuse,” You snap back. It was a low blow, really. Especially after learning what actually happened at the Halloween party. You stand from your seat.
“You are not going to speak to me that way. I won’t allow it. I came out here to see if you were okay, but. . . I can see that was clearly a mistake. Maybe that’s why she doesn’t love you anymore.”
Your cheeks are flushed red with anger and you walk past him, your dress hitting your thighs as you make your way towards the back door. He calls out your name, but you don’t stop and listen to him.
You shut the door.
1985
Your head slams into the metal wall, a groan leaving your lips. “Booby trap.” You whisper to yourself.
“What?” Dustin murmured.
You stand slowly from the floor. Dustin stands next to you. “The canisters that Steve pulled out was a booby trap,” You narrow your eyes on him. “Why would you do that?!” You throw your arms up.
“Do you think I meant for us to get stuck down here?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” You shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest. “I wouldn’t be surprised. Because you never think!”
“Like I wanted to get stuck on an elevator with you!”
“Oh yeah?” Your brows furrow. “I had a date after this and now I won’t be able to go! Because of you pulling out that stupid canister! I mean, really?! Who pulls something out of a box that comes from Russians?!”
Erica leans towards Dustin. “Oh, they hate each other.” She whispers.
Dustin shakes his head, Robin does as well. “No, they don’t.”
“It’s the angsty teen, enemies to lovers plot.” Robin whispers, fingers giddily fiddling together. Erica furrows her brows. Robin cuts her eyes over to the confused girl. She then quickly looks back. “You’ll understand when you read Pride and Prejudice.”
“Pride and what?”
“Prejudice. It’s a-" Robin looks at Erica who has a brow lifted. She stops, lips rubbing together. “I don’t have time to describe it.”
Erica hums, turning towards you and Steve once again. “You know what,” You grumble. “I’m through with arguing with you! You never change!” You throw your arms up, stepping towards the center of the room.
“Dustin,” You say his name. He’s standing next to you in an instant. “Help me up there. I’m going to see if we can climb our way out of this. . . this literal hell. Especially if it has him in it.” He nods and pulls a chair over. You step on top of it, reaching up and pushing the tile up and over. You grip the sides, grunting as you pull yourself up.
You slide back before standing up, pushing your hair back as you stare up, hands on your hips.
You sigh and close your eyes.
You’re all stuck there.
Your forehead is resting on your knees, eyes closed as you rest on top of the elevator.
It had been quiet the whole time, Dustin trying to get ahold of anyone. But of course, no one was answering.
You almost cry at the feeling of being stuck.
You feel someone’s knee bump into yours, and you know who it is before they even speak.
“Are you, uh, okay?”
You huff out a small laugh. “Oh, yeah,” You nod, lifting up your head. “Perfect. I love being stuck in an elevator with no way out.”
He looks down, fingers intertwining together. “It is my fault. I’m sorry.”
You sigh a bit, shaking your head. “It’s not your fault,” It pains you to say it, but it’s right. It’s not his fault that he pulled out a canister filled with mystery green goop. “We just know now that Russians can’t build elevators now.”
He snorts. “That’s exactly what I said.” You smile a bit.
“I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean what I said,” You let out a sigh. “I was just. . . angry.”
He nods a bit. “I understand,” He pushes a hand through his hair. “I promise to listen to you next time.”
You lift a brow. “Oh, that’s going to be so hard for you, Harrington.”
He nods and scoffs. “Definitely.” You give him a small smile.
Your heart feels a bit warm at the interaction.
1986.
“Steve!” Dustin cries out, his knees digging into the unnatural ground. “She’s. . . She’s not waking up!”
Steve drops the bags, Nancy almost stumbling over the thing before coming to a stop. He jogs over, dropping to his knees.
The color had drained slightly causing Steve to worry. “Okay, move.” He pushes at Dustin’s hands. Dustin looks up at him with a worried express, tears falling down his cheeks and onto your shirt.
“What are you going to do?”
“CPR.” He nods, his hands moving onto your chest.
“You-you know how to do CPR?” Dustin’s voice wavers. Steve nods, huffing as he mutters numbers. He leans down over your mouth.
He lifts back up, pumping once again. After four times, tilts your head back, unhinging your jaw more. His lips press to yours, blowing into your mouth.
Dustin’s eyes dart between you both, eyes wide with worry. Robin, Nancy, and Eddie stand behind him watching.
There’s a deep greedy inhale that has Steve pulling back, allowing you to breath in the air. He pulls you up, hand pushing back your hair.
“Hey, hey. . . God,” He mutters to himself. His hand trails down your back. “Thank God you’re okay.”
Dustin throws his arms around your neck. You wrap an arm around his side, patting his back. “Steve saved you.”
“What?” You pull back.
“I didn’t.” Steve quickly denies, shaking his head.
“What are you talking about?” Eddie shakes his head. “You absolutely did.”
“No, I-”
“Could everyone give Steve and I a minute please?”
Everyone’s eyes dart to you. “You’re not gonna kill him are you? We just literally survived this whole thing.” Eddie shakes his head.
“No, I’m not. Now please, give me a minute alone with Steve.” They nod, making their way towards the trailer.
“Look, I’m sorry about mouth to mouth. I had too, you were-"
“Steve,” You cut him off. “It’s fine. I’m not mad.”
“You’re not?”
“Why would I be mad about you saving me?”
“Because you. . . hate me?”
You let out a small sigh, shaking your head. “I don’t hate you.”
“You don’t?”
“I did,” You say. “But not anymore.”
He smiles a bit, pushing some of the strands of hair that had fallen back to your face. “I’m glad.”
You stare up at him quietly, moving to your knees in front of him. He gulps slightly.
You press a small kiss to the corner of his mouth, hands moving up to cup his face. “Thanks for saving me.”
His own hands press to yours on his cheeks. “Anytime.”
You grin and lean in again, pressing your lips fully to his this time. He gladly allows you.
Robin grins as she peeks through the window with Dustin.
She leans closer. “Told you.” She whispers.
Dustin makes a face and looks over at her. “Told me what?”
“Pride and Prejudice, my tiny friend.”
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| part ii |
pairing— best friend’s brother!steve harrington x fem!reader
♡ summary— steve overhears about your disappointing sex life, but soon starts to imagine how good he could make you feel if only you were with him. (based off this ask)
♡ includes— SMUT 18+, male masturbation, kind of perv!steve, praise, breeding kink, basically stevie fucks his fist thinking about you and gets caught in the act, no specific pronouns used, and no use of y/n, i know some people don’t like that, (i gave steve’s sister a name to make the whole thing a bit easier!)
let me know if you’d like a part two! <3
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Steve was insatiable; hard as a fucking rock ever since he heard you, on your best friend’s bed, fingers flipping through a cosmo mag and smacking on your cherry gum, completely unaware that King Steve himself was eavesdropping on your rather private conversation.
He didn’t mean to listen in, honest, he was just on his way to the bathroom that just so happened to be next to his sister’s room, the door cracked open ever so slightly, just enough so he could see you on your stomach, ankles crossed and swinging behind you.
“It’s just so disappointing, yknow?” You huffed, eyes narrowing when it caught sight of a certain article on page seventeen about spicing things up in the bedroom. “It’s basically non-existent!”
Tiffany sighed, and his brows started to furrow, trying to get a clue on what they were talking about— slowly creeping closer to their door.
“Babe, it can’t be that bad. What happened to that guy that took you out?” She hummed, trying to think of his name, yet seeming to fall short, the boy completely blanked from her mind.
You groaned, pressing your cheek against your folded arms— and if he craned his neck just a little, he’d be able to see the way your puffy folds sucked up the material of your sleep shorts, riding higher and higher up your thighs each time you kicked your legs.
Oh fuck, he was totally perving…
“Don’t even bother— he was so- so-” you grumbled, huffing at the thought of him before finding the right term to describe that son of a bitch. “Self-absorbed.”
Steve arched a brow, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue, the sight before him, all cutesy and whiny, it was enough to have his cock rutting up.
“Come on, babe. Spill the beans, I wanna know what happened.”
You sighed, fighting the urge to hide your face in your hands, before flipping the magazine shut.
“He was just selfish, Tiff- he wanted me to do all the work, didn’t even get me ready just kissed me a little.” You scoffed, recounting the memories and his stupid smirk, “and worst of all, he’s a head pusher- way too forceful, shoved it right down my throat without any warning!”
“Oh my god,” Tiff rolled her eyes, nostrils flaring and she didn’t even know the guy. “What a dick!”
“I know,” you spoke, picking at the remnants of your chipped nail polish, “this is why my sex life is so disappointing.”
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Steve gnawed at his cheek, traipsing back into his bedroom and kicking the door shut, not even bothering to use the bathroom after— not that he really needed to anyway…
Laying back on his bed, the cool sheets squished beneath him, he thought about you— your pretty thighs and the way they squeezed together mindlessly, the soft fat of your hips from underneath your shorts and the curve of your tits that begged to pop out from your too-small tank top.
You were a total babe, so fucking pretty, and so sweet too, he couldn’t wrap his head around how someone like you had a sex life that was so boring.
I could change that, he thought, fuck, his cock throbbed at the thought. He could take care of you, make you feel better than any of those losers you had been with, sating you on his big cock until you were all dumb and tuckered out.
The thoughts he had were swirling around his brain in a constant tizzy, so much so, he hadn’t even realised he had slipped a hand under his briefs, only realising once it started to leak in his palm, pre-cum staining the material and sticking to his skin.
You were on his mind, your tits, your ass, your pretty thighs- it had him hard as a rock, starting to buck into his own hand, teeth clutching at his lips to stifle his groans— after all, the walls were thin, and there was only one that separated Steve’s room from his sister’s.
He wanted to tease himself, pretend it was you that was teasing him with your pretty fingers— trailing his fingertips along his shaft, running up along the thick vein underneath it before swiping a thumb over his mushroomed tip, all swollen and sensitive, leaking even more now he had his hands on himself.
He sucked that same thumb into his mouth, the salty tang of his arousal on his tongue and the sudden image of his face between your thighs, licking up at your slick pussy and suckling at your peaked clit had his hips bucking.
“Fuck—” he gasped, breath hitching in his throat, sweat already ebbing at his hairline and beginning to slip, cheeks all rosey and flushed, all from the thought of you, you, you.
“Drive me fuckin’ crazy, honey-” he was muttering to himself, squeezing his eyes closed and rolling his balls in his palm, playing with him just how he imagined you’d play with them. “wish you were all mine.”
Steve’s fist was tight around his cock, fingers squeezing and pumping it. Up and down, up and down— groaning out into the stuffy air when he thought about your hands stroking at him, fingers barely managing to reach round.
He was leaking, tip bubblegum pink and glistening with pearly beads of pre-cum, dribbling down his shaft and oozing between his fingers, lubing up his cock so nicely— fuck, he thought about your mouth, suckling on him, getting him nice and wet, drooling all over his balls, making a real mess— oh fuckfuckfuck.
“Jus’ wanna fuck you,” he muttered into the air, wishing you could hear him, watch him, “could treat you so well- would spoil you so good.”
He was whining, high and breathy into the stuffy bedroom air, the slick sounds with each jerk were so loud, but he was so pussy-drunk, dumb from the constant swirly thoughts of you, big love hearts pumping in his eyes, he couldn’t find it in him to really care about how loud he was starting to get.
He started to slow down, he had to, already so close to coming, he took his fist away and swirled his fingertips along his cock-head, watching the way his muscles clenched with hooded and hazy eyes.
Steve thought about you on his bed, underneath him, letting him fuck you into the mattress, muttering pretty praises into your sweet skin— licking and sucking at your neck all the while his fat cock punched into your gummy walls and nudged at that special spot so deep inside.
“Bet you’d be such a good girl.” he sighed, starting to stroke himself once again, but much slower than before. “jus’ wanna- fuck— wanna fill you up with my cum, get you all messy and- shit— give you my fuckin’ babies.”
Oh fuck, picturing you all pregnant, tummy all swollen, letting him fuck you from behind while you both lay on your sides, oh god, he was in too deep, but he couldn’t help it. You’d look so fucking pretty all pregnant with his babies— all full of his cum.
His hips stuttered, thighs tensed and his cock twitched, he was so close, so, so close, bottom lip clutched between his teeth, fist squeezing down and shaking from the stimulation.
“G-gonna cum, oh Christ, gonna fucking’ cum!”
He chased his high, jaw slack and mouth agape while long, hot ropes of his sticky cum painted his stomach and thighs, crying out a mixture of your name and a few curses and he swore he hadn’t came as hard before as he did then.
And it all would’ve been fine— he would’ve settled and cleaned up and just went to bed with a little secret in the back of his mind, though the sight of you stood there when his eyes fluttered open— eyes all glassy and lips in a pout, thighs clenching and a cute little wet spot saturating your shorts… oh no.
“I-I can explain!”
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