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sexsellz · 2 days ago
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⤻ 𝐭𝐰𝒊𝐭𝐭𝒆𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝒊𝐜𝐬 , tommyinnit。 ᥫ᭡ ‧₊˚
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🥁- 𓄹 S͢UMMARY: 𝒙𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
What it would be like to share twitter conversations with Tommy!
🎪 - 𓄹 P͢AIRING(S):
Tommy x fem!reader
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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏!
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leatherfaceologist · 2 days ago
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THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE (2003)
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justsomerandomfanfic · 10 hours ago
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Fix That Pretty Face - Steve Harrington X Female Reader
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Title: Fix That Pretty Face
Steve Harrington X Female Reader
Additional Characters: Tommy (Mentioned), Hopper (Mentioned), and Billy (Mentioned)
WC: 1,266
Warnings: Fights mentioned, slight angst, crying Steve, blood, bruises, Tommy being a jerk, sneaking in through the window, teasing, flirting, best friends to lovers, and fluff duh
Laying on your stomach on your bed, you flipped through the pages of your AP English textbook, periodically taking notes on what you thought was important. It had been a rough day at school and you just wanted to be alone for a while to recuperate. You were overwhelmed by all the work that needed done before tomorrow's test and you weren't sure if you would even make it out alive.
You sighed as you looked up from your textbook at the clock on your nightstand; almost ten pm. You slowly sat up, stretching, your spine popping in the process. Sitting back down, you pulled your knees up into your chest to rest your hands on your thighs, slumping over onto your side. You felt yourself drifting off to sleep again when there came a knock at your... Window?
You sighed, you knew who it was.
Sitting up, you pulled your hair up, before getting out of the bed and going up to your window. Sliding the window up, you leaned out, looking down. Steve Harrington, your friend since kindergarten, stood below.
"Hey," He said quietly, waving up with you with a pained smile.
You tilted your head to the side, "Steve? What are you doing here?" You called down to him.
Steve shuffled his foot into the pebble driveway, "Could I come up please?" He asked, his tone of voice worried you.
"Yeah, come on up." You spoke, and Steve nodded, going to the side of the house, and climbing the wooden trellis all the way up to your open window.
You grabbed Steve's hand and helped him in, immediately noticing the bruises and dried blood on his face, thanks to the light.
"What happened to you?" You asked softly.
Steve shook his head, "I'm fine," he sighed, sitting down on the edge of your bed.
You went over and sat next to him, "What happened, Steve? I thought you were done fighting and stuff."
Steve looked away, "I am... But, it's just. I couldn't not fight him."
You furrowed your eyebrows, "Billy?" You asked, but Steve shook his head.
"No, Tommy." He said, sighing heavily, you could see tears forming in his eyes.
"Don't worry about it, Steve," You brushed his shoulder lightly, "Whatever he did or said, he probably deserved it. Even though I don't condone physical violence."
Steve chuckled, wiping away the tears on his cheeks, "Oh, he did deserve it."
"What did he do, Stevie?" You asked softly, and Steve sighed, looking away from you.
"He... He was saying bad things about you. It was just awful. And then I punched him..." Steve mumbled, frowning.
You crossed your arms over your chest, "And? How'd that go for ya?" You smirked, seeing the look of pain cross Steve's face.
Steve laughed, "It didn't go that well, that's for sure." He sighed, leaning back against the wall.
"As Robin said, you can fight those Upside Down guys, but humans... Nah." You teased, before standing up.
"Where are you going?" Steve asked, and you chuckled, pointing to your bathroom.
"To get my first aid kit, silly." You called back to him, before heading into the bathroom and grabbing the box off of your shelf.
You walked back out, and kneeled before Steve, taking out an antiseptic and cotton ball. You took the gauze pads and gently dabbed them on Steve's face. As you worked, you listened to Steve's rambling, trying to comfort him.
"Thank you for sticking up to me and all, but next time. Just ignore him. I don't want him ruining your pretty face." You spoke, dabbing the cotton ball on the cut on his forehead.
Steve laughed weakly, "I've had worse. You know it." He sighed.
You frowned, "I know."
Steve gently grabbed your wrist, pausing your actions. "Do you really think I'm pretty?" He asked, with a small smirk.
You smirked right back, "Of course I do. What kind of person wouldn't think you're good-looking?"
Steve chuckled, "You really believe that?" He asked, and you shrugged, setting the cotton pad down.
"Yep," You popped the p, "you are the only pretty boy in all of Hawkins... Maybe..." You trailed off, thinking hard.
Steve smiled wide, "Maybe what?" He asked, and you rolled your eyes and chuckled, "That's enough from you. I have a headache." You joked.
Steve grinned, "No, no. I want to know who else is pretty in Hawkins." He said.
You bit your lip, "Well, you're one. Sooo... That'd be you." You replied, and Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes with a smile.
"Just tell me," Steve whispered, and you huffed, "Okay, okay."
"I always thought Hopper was cute." You spoke, surprising Steve.
"Hopper?" Steve asked, eyes wide at your confession. "You think Hopper is cute?"
You rolled your eyes, "Yes, but this was like two years ago. If that makes you feel better."
Steve shook his head, "Better? No, I'm hella jealous right now."
"What?" You gasped, tilting your head to the side. "Jealous?"
Steve nodded with a smile, "Of course! Why wouldn't I be? Have you taken a look at yourself? You are quite a looker." Steve spoke, holding you within arms length as he looked at you up and down.
You blushed a little, "What has gotten into you?" You asked and Steve shrugged, dropping his arms.
"I don't know. Maybe Tommy's punch knocked some sense into me." He said with a laugh.
You sighed, biting your lip, "Sense about what?"
Steve looked away shyly, "My feelings about you..." He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.
You bit your lip harder, thinking. Steve, your best friend. Had feelings for you. And you had the same feelings for him. You were friends. But after tonight, you were starting to realize you liked the idea of being more than that.
"Tell me," You sighed, "About your feelings." You breathed.
Steve looked back up at you, "Are you sure?" He asked, and you nodded, smiling.
Steve cleared his throat, "Well, I mean. I care about you. A lot. You're so nice and smart and funny and all, and I just love hanging out with you. You don't make me too egotistical, and you force me to do my homework, and you never judge me for my dumb jokes. I just really like you, alright?" He said, looking at you intently.
You smiled widely and hugged him tightly, kissing his cheek, "And I like you too. But why only 'like'? We could be more." You told him.
Steve laughed nervously, "W… We Could? Like, boyfriend, girlfriend, and all?" He asked, and you nodded.
"Yeah, boyfriend, girlfriend." You giggled.
Steve stopped laughing, "B-But... I'm a mess, you're beautiful, and you're popular and cool and everything. The last thing I'd ever do is put you through the hell of dating me."
"Who cares? Let's do it." You spoke, and Steve smiled, nodding.
"Yeah, let's do it."
You giggled, and went back to your kneeled position, "Now, shut up and let me fix the rest of you up."
Steve groaned, "Fine."
You chuckled, "It'll only take a minute." You reassured him, before finishing up his injuries with a bandage, and some Neosporin.
"There, you'll look like a million bucks." You said with a wink, and Steve gave you a goofy grin.
"Thanks for the help," Steve said with a chuckle, "I owe you one."
You nodded, "No problem. Now, I'm gonna go to bed. See you in the morning at school." You said, and Steve nodded, standing up and giving you another quick hug goodbye before he hopped back out the window.
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correctdsmpquotes · 2 days ago
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wilbur: WHY DID YOU DM ME “will, please come, it’s an emergency”
tommy: well if you-
wilbur: so- so your mums NOT dying.
tommy: i mean- she could be. i haven’t asked.
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maddiefvkenjoyed · 2 days ago
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hollyrmzrathe · 20 hours ago
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legendaryblueoranges · 4 hours ago
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It Begins Part 1/2 
(sry, I might not be able to do fully colored comics all the time- Bad choices were made)
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glxtchingrebxxtsystxm · 5 hours ago
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murrplee!!
hello random person i’m choosing to interact with today!! how are you!!
( also are dms okay- asking for a freind /hj )
- tommy
OTHER TOMMY!!! HELLO!!!!! WE HAVENT BEEN AWAKE FOR VERY LONG BUT IM GOOD. YES YOU CAN DM US OF COURSE
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wazzupmrstark · a day ago
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tom knits now??? brb gonna jump into a lake
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petershbw · a day ago
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leatherfaceologist · 21 hours ago
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“You’re so dead, you don’t even know it.”
THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE (2003)
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correctdsmpquotes · 2 days ago
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tommy: what is wrong with you? leave.
james: that sounds like homophobia
tommy: no- no it wasnt, james, it’s because you don’t like the queen!
james: which queen?
tommy: wha- THE queen, what the fuck do you mean?!
schlatt: how many queens are there?
james: well i didn’t know if you were being like “yass, queen” like calling someone queen-
tommy: no i was referring to Elizabeth, thank you.
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clashingnames · 2 days ago
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i think that sum ppl deserve to be fucked hard sum ppl should be crying on dick all the time sum ppl should be spitroasted and filled to the brim
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potter-solomons · 2 days ago
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BIG ASS TOM HANDS COMING.....
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