the sexual tension between me & the alternate reality I daydream about

ever since i was a little girl i always knew i didn't wanna talk to anyone

ever since i was a little girl i've known that i wanted to be romantically involved with a fictional man

if you are not willing to click through fifty gambling ads and fight for your life trying to find the right play button while watching something on 123movies or soap2day. then you are not dedicated to the art of cinema.

The Killing Moon (steve harrington x reader)

AHHhhh i've never written a fic before so i hope its alr 😭

its based off the song The Killing Moon by Echo and the Bunnymen

warnings: Unrequited (????) love, hurt no comfort, angst, kissing, alcohol, parties, swearing and a guy that smells like cabbage (lmk if i missed any) no use of Y/N, reader is described to be wearing a dress but no other description other then that

1.1K words <3

Steve Harrington is a stupid, stupid man. He knew that, really, he did. It was being proven to him time and time again, his own stupidity and poor decisions were being thrown back in his face. His poorest decision to date was not confessing his perennial love for you before you found someone else. It's not like he didn't have a chance to tell you, you're his best friend, you see each other everyday without fail. He'd had an infinite amount of chances but ultimately was too much of a wuss to do anything. 

Simp? Stan?? Fangirl??? You fools, I am his WIFE

waiting for my turn to speak in a conversation and trying not to interrupt literally feels like I'm trying to jump into a game of double dutch

me trying to use my abysmal social skills

I've never held hands with a boy but the things I'd let steve harrington do to me <3

I bring a sort of "can't read social cues" vibe to every social situation that I can't tell if anyone likes or not

are you mad at me. have you been mad at me. will you be mad at me. when will you be mad at me