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lex ⋆˚࿔ 19. mdni. joe keery’s muse! writer. music in my veins. film girl. pinterest girl. hopelessly nostalgic. lover girl. life romanticizer. 80s coded. scoops troop. soft chaos.

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hey everyone i’m alive 😭😭

school & work have been kicking my assss so i apologize for being ia <\33 i don’t have any work for the next few days so i’ll be finishing up chap 3 of conflict resolution - thank god i wrote most of it awhile ago :)) as for temporary fix… im still trying to figure out the ending LOL

thank you for your patience mwah

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one of the girls

pairing - king steve harrington x female!reader

summary: shyfemale!reader has long time crush on steve harrington when she goes to a party at the quarry and finally gets his attention.

contains & warnings: (18+ smut! minors dni) porn with a plot, fingering, p in v, unprotected penetrative sex, dirty talk, pet names, female reader, slight CNC at very start, kinda mean!steve, king steve persona, fighting, alcohol. shy!reader, car sex, praise, no aftercare, dom!steve

it was always the same at the quarry on a friday night. loud music… drunk jocks… couples making out on cars.. kegs knocked over and beer oozing out to soak into the earth, and steve harrington.

to be more specific, king steve, holding court with half the senior class. steve harrington was just like any other guy at hawkins high school, except he was the king.

he always got what he wanted- perfect grades, perfect girls, perfect cars and perfect clothes- it was unspoken but the hierarchy was clear.

you’d spoken to steve a few times but nothing memorable, but what was undeniable is everytime he spared you a second of his time.. you felt your cheeks warm and flush, and your head would get all fuzzy for hours. replaying and hanging onto every word while giggling to yourself in your bedroom about steve harrington saying “excuse me” to you in the hallway and putting his hand on your lower back almost imperceptibly to move past you.

you knew it didn’t mean anything, i mean.. he was literally saying “excuse me” and he was touchy with every girl in school, it was apart of his charm, but deep down inside, you couldn’t help but hope that he was thinking about you too.

once you finally mustered up the strength to get out of your car and not retreat back to the safety of your home and bedroom, you beelined it for the coolers perched on the ground against a cluster of rocks that were full of cheap beer from the corner market down the road. you never even drank the beer, usually you just held a can to seem occupied so people wouldn’t bother you about why you weren’t drinking.

as you straightened up from grabbing the can, you could feel a presence behind you. the familiar cologne scent of mint and cedar, and of course the smell of ozone from hairspray that overwhelmed all of your senses in the best way.

you began to turn away and mutter “excuse me, sorry” shyly, looking down at the ground as if it was a crime to make eye contact with those big brown eyes and long dark lashes that filled his face.

steves low and rough voice stopped you after you had taken only a few steps away “hey wait up, are you gonna drink that? cause it’s kind of the last schlitz in the cooler.”

you froze, immediately feeling the heat rising to your cheeks simply from knowing that you’d have to interact with him, you turned around slowly and spoke so quietly that you weren’t even sure he could hear it over centerfold by the j. gelis band playing loudly from a speaker just a few feet away “uh.. no sorry you- you can definitely have it. sorry i just..” you cut yourself off before you could ramble anymore, knowing you were likely embarrassing yourself as is.

steves lips quirked into something resembling a grin realizing how flustered he had you after just a simple question about a can of beer. he didn’t even step forward or say another word, he just stuck his hand out as if he expected you to place the can in his hand without another thought. the worst part is, you immediately did. you practically stumbled forward in your haste to hand him the beer, and when you did, your fingers ever so lightly brushed against the pads of his calloused fingers before you slowly pulled back. he stepped slightly closer, looking down at you whilst running a hand lightly through his hair.

his hair. it was such a beautiful chestnut color. he always wore it swept back in long feathered layers. it was the kind of hair that was styled for hands to run through it.

he then murmured so low it felt like his words were caressing your skin “thanks, princess” and walked back to his friends as if he didn’t just send your brain into a spiral that you were likely to hyper fixate over for weeks. you walked back to your car in a daze, leaning against your hood, watching the night go by, and of course, replaying every millisecond of the interaction with steve. smiling softly and shyly to yourself.

princess. steve harrington had called you princess, but.. then he walked away. back towards his royal court, where surely he had more princesses lined up to charm.

it was nearing one in the morning at the quarry, so the party started slowing down and clearing out. kegs were getting lower, the cooler was running out of beer, the remaining stragglers were passed out against tree trunks or throwing up near the lake.

it was always around this time that you would usually head home, but tonight felt different. maybe it was the full moon above you, or the slight warmth in the breeze that signaled that spring was near, or maybe it was just the fact that steve harrington spoke to you.

regardless, something felt different.

you tried not to watch him all night while he was laughing with his friends or doing keg stands, but you just couldn’t help it. you felt invasive as his shirt would ride up during a keg stand and your eyes would linger on the dusting of dark hair against his chest.. down his sternum, trailing lower and disappearing into the waistband of his tight levi jeans, but you couldn’t help it. you couldn’t help it even more when your brain filled with the idea of your hands lightly trailing and mapping that hair.

you sighed and pushed the thought away, realizing that tonight probably wasn’t different after all, and hopped off the hood of your sedan to head home.

the sound of rising voices from the direction of the lake stopped you. you turned towards the sound to see steve and tommy h yelling at eachother and causing a scene over a beer being dropped.

the kind of thing that only matters to high school boys with no real problems.

you watched silently as your soft doe eyes widened in alarm with every snarky remark they shared, until tommy had enough of steves arrogance, and punched him in the face.

it was the kind of punch that you could hear, maybe just knuckles hitting skin or maybe a bone getting knocked out of place. either way, it sounded bad, and you were at a complete crossroads on what do to. carol quickly ushered tommy towards her car with a firm grip on his elbow, whispering harshly into his ear as she got him situated before driving off into the now eerily quiet night.

that left just you and steve at the quarry, besides for the people sick or asleep.

steve was leaning against a tree, rubbing his cheek as if he was trying to rub the pain away. you knew you should just turn around and go home. he’d be fine, he didn’t need you to take care of him, he didn’t need anyone to take care of him. yet that didn’t stop you from carefully walking towards him calling out hesitantly, nervously “steve..? are.. are you alright?” he didn’t respond. “steve?” you asked again as you stepped closer.

he turned his head slightly over his shoulder, not enough for you to fully see his face, but you knew he was listening. “i.. i saw what happened. i just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

he turned his body fully towards you. you could already see the red mark bruising on his jawline. “ ‘m fine. go home, it’s late.” steve muttered, there was a hint of something dangerous in his tone, like he was a predator that was being cornered.

you kept advancing cautiously, despite his wishes for you to leave. your eyes widened as your gaze raked over his new mark. “oh god, are you.. bleeding? let me.. i.. i can help.” you asked softly but no less concerned.

his big brown eyes eyes flicked up as he registered the concern in your voice. his eyes were so dark in the night they looked almost black, swallowed by the moonlight and something darker, something internal.

steve stepped forward, slowly and calmly, his body movements betraying the dark look in his eyes. “yeah? you think i need your help? hm?” his voice was low.

“well no i just… nevermind” shoulders slightly slumping under his intense gaze as your eyes lowered back to the ground.

steve nodded slowly, as if assessing the answer, then he stepped closer, stopping just inches away from you. his hand slowly extended out towards your chin until his thumb began to lightly brush against your jawline. tilting your head back so you could meet his gaze.

he murmured softly, but his words betrayed the tenderness “are you always so fucking nosy?”

embarrassment began to burn your cheeks as you sputtered nonsense, yet you couldn’t step away. completely under his spell, and you didn’t know how to break free, or you just didn’t want to.

he dipped his head lower until his lips barely brushed your earlobe as he whispered “now be a good girl and do what i said, before i do something i won’t regret.”

eyes began to glaze over at the praise. he was being cruel and harsh, yet you couldn’t move away from him. completely enthralled, even as your brain screamed at you to slap him in the face at his audacity and walk away. but you didn’t. instead, your lips parted ever so slightly. his thumb then moved from stroking your jawline to press against your lower lip, dragging the pad of his thumb across.

the sensation was thrilling and sent a jolt of warmth straight to your stomach, but it also snapped you back into reality as you took a small step back. “steve, what.. what are you doing? don’t do that.” but your lips stayed parted, and voice stayed soft.

his eyes flashed with a strange sort of satisfaction. it was gone before you could even fully begin to process it. “don’t do that? but i thought you wanted to help me. or were you lying?”

your eyes widened in alarm “no! no, of course not! i.. yes.. how can i.. what do you want me to do? to.. help.”

he closed the distance you created then murmured so low it was almost lost to the starry night. “you could give me a ride home, princess.”

princess. you could feel the fluttery and light sensation again as you tried to fight back a shy smile and said softly “right, yeah. yeah of course. come on.”

you slid into the drivers seat just as he began to open the door to the backseat, you looked back in confusion. “uh.. steve? you can sit passenger, i don’t mind.”

he smirked and continued to slide into the backseat, spreading out as if it was his throne. “i know i can, but i wanna sit back here. come back here for a minute. let’s just.. talk awhile. hangout while i sober up. can’t go home drunk, y’know?”

the logic seemed right, of course he couldn’t head home super drunk. he would need to sober up, so you did as he asked, like a good girl.

you began to fidget nervously with your hands as you sat so close to steve harrington in the backseat of your car. “so.. what’d you wanna talk about then?”

he just shrugged, the motion casual and relaxed. a man completely in his element. he began to gently play with the strands of your hair that were resting on your shoulder.

“steve?”

he hummed in response.

his fingers going further up your shoulder, heading towards your neck. you could feel your throat tightening with every moment, eyelids fluttering as his fingers would drift over a sensitive spot of skin.

he murmured “are you nervous? you look nervous.”

you let out a nervous laugh that was almost a breath. “what? no.. why would i be nervous? im not nervous at all.” it sounded unconvincing, even to you.

his lips curved back into that infuriatingly charming smirk as he began to trail his fingers over the curve of your neck. his other hand slowly moving to rest on your upper thigh. “nervous now, princess?”

all you could do was swallow. palms sweating and your heart was beating so fast that you were sure he could hear it. his hand moved higher, thumb stroking your inner thigh as you breathed out “steve.. wait..”

he either didn’t hear you, or he just didn’t care. you were hopeful that it wasn’t the latter.

his hand continued to move higher, towards the waistband of your jeans as his other hand continued stroking your neck until his soft strokes became a grab, and he pulled you closer by the neck until his mouth came crashing down onto your parted lips.

you’d been kissed before by boys, but this was nothing like that. this was hungry, demanding, and claiming. it was all teeth and tongue, and he tasted like beer, mint and sin.

the kiss broke after a long thirty seconds when you pulled back due to his hand beginning to unbutton your jeans. breathless and dazed. “wa.. wait a second, steve, just.. can’t we just..”

he cut you off as he began claiming your mouth again. the sounds of his kisses and low groans as his hand tightened on your neck filled the car.

the second he got your jeans unbuttoned he practically ripped them down your legs. his motions no longer soft and slow. your hips lifted off the seat almost instinctively to help get them off before you realized what you were doing and attempted to pull them back up.

steves hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, “i took them off because i want them off. if i wanted them on, i would’ve left them.” he said it calmly, but you could sense the warning in his tone. this was a man who always got what he wanted, and it wasn’t that you didn’t want to hook up with him. you just never pictured it happening in your car at two am at the quarry.

it was your body that betrayed you, really. hips lifting up to help him, lips parting for his, and the undeniable warmth setting low in your stomach that went straight to your core. surely you were soaked by now.

you felt his fingers curl around the white cotton of your panties and before you could even register what he was going to do, he ripped them off, the fabric tearing and stretching.

he let out a low groan as his dark eyes raked over you “fuck. spread em for me just a bit, you know ill do it for you if you don’t.” when you didn’t move immediately, his large calloused and veiny hands wrapped around each of your thighs and pulled your legs further apart for his pleasure.

your breath hitched audibly as he did, at war with your mind and your body. you knew this was a terrible idea, and you knew you’d regret it by morning, and by monday he wouldn’t even remember your name in the hallway. but still, your eyes rolled back in undeniable pleasure as a single finger began to slide into your slick damp heat and slowly explored you as you clenched around him.

“god you’re tight.. just relax for me, mkay? be a good girl. you’re taking it so well.” he groaned out as he began to slide another finger inside of you, stretching you and making you gasp against his mouth.

“steve.. it’s.. it’s too much.. i..” you cut yourself off as a moan escaped your lips when his thumb found your clit and began rubbing slow agonizing circles against you. “oh.. oh god..” you whined.

“just like that.. fuck, you’re so hot like this.” his voice was thick with arousal.

you could feel your stomach tightening with pleasure as his filthy words and touch captivated your body. you could feel the way you’d clench around his fingers as he’d pump them in and out of you faster and faster. “steve.. i.. im..” you breathed out frantically as the pleasure became overwhelming and you began to come apart under his touch.

his face transformed into a smug smile as he watched you orgasm beside him “such a good girl.” he praised.

your body sagged forward until your forehead was pressed against his. once the last of the aftershocks passed, he began to remove his fingers and guided his hand to his mouth. you watched completely captivated as he sucked his fingers clean, tasting you and humming appreciatively as he did. his eyes were locked on yours, and the sight alone made your stomach flutter. his other hand began to undo his belt, your eyes snapped to the sound of the metal clinking.

“wa.. wait, steve, what are you doing? i.. i thought” cutting yourself off quietly, still trying to catch your breath from the force of your orgasm.

“im going to fuck you, princess. now lay down” he said it in a way that seemed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. it wasn’t as much of a question as it was a demand.

you watched as he unzipped his jeans and sat up in the backseat to push them down his thighs. your eyes immediately locked onto the print of his erection in his black boxer briefs. even through the fabric it looked intimidating. you could tell he was big, and you knew that he knew it was big by the way he sat so confidently. your jaw went agape as he pushed the boxers down and freed his cock. it was long, and thick, with a vein running down the side of it. the head was already red and had a bead of precum at the tip, his arousal was evident.

“lay. down.” he demanded again, with a slight impatience in his tone as you sat frozen staring at his exposed cock.

you slowly laid yourself down in the backseat. he positioned himself in between your thighs and placed his hands tightly on your hips to adjust you for his liking. his grip was firm, and rough. you knew you were likely to see bruises in the shape of his fingers the next day, but you found yourself to be thrilled at the idea. at least that way, you knew it was real.

the head of his cock began to rub teasingly against your swollen and sensitive clit, your body jolting and arching with each touch needily. you whimpered softly once at the sensation, and that’s all it took for steve to lose control.

his cock roughly thrusted into you until he was buried deep. you felt the air leave your lungs, letting out a sharp gasp that quickly became a scream until you smacked your hand against your mouth to stifle it. whimpering into your palm as he stretched you.

he left out a low moan “fu- fuck you’re so tight, soaking for me. relax, baby..” as he began thrusting, deep and rough. you could feel him everywhere, you felt so fucking full.

he pulled his shirt over his head and your eyes filled with lust at the sight of him bare in your backseat. his body was perfect. it wasn’t overly muscular, he was lean but with subtle definition. you thought of earlier with the keg stand, and immediately moved your hands from your mouth to explore the hair on his chest and down to his tummy where the dark trail of hair lead to his cock. the feeling of it being so real made you moan, which spurred him on.

“you like that, don’t you? fuck, you feel how deep i am?” he moaned loudly, his skin slapping into yours. “mmm need to feel you cum all over my cock, baby”

your arched your hips up at his filthy words, the angle making him get even deeper as you both moaned at the new feeling. “steve.. i.. it’s so much.. it..” you gasped out in between moans

“shhhh, baby. shhh. it’s.. supposed to be.. a lot” he grunted out as his thrusts continued relentlessly. your body jolting with each thrust. his hand slid up and fisted in your hair, holding on and tilting your head to meet his eyes. “look at me.. lemme see those pretty eyes while i fuck you”

your eyes snapped to his obediently.

“so fucking beautiful. all flushed and ruined underneath me. all mine.” he murmured as your eyes were locked on each-others. his pace never faltering. the sounds of his skin slapping against yours mingled with the sounds of your breath.

his hand slid from your hip down so his thumb could begin circling your cunt again, your body jolting under the sudden dual sensation, gasping out “steve! oh god.. that.. that feels so good”

his mouth immediately came down on yours, kissing you hard and desperately. only pulling back to bite gently on your lower lip. the kisses became sloppy, and wet. you could feel the saliva on either your chin or his, mixing together. your hands moved from his chest and tummy up to tangle in his perfect hair. moaning in his mouth as his finger circled your swollen clit and his cock fucked you so deep your vision began to blur out.

you fell apart again as you made out, and he groaned against your lips as the aftershocks wracked your body for the second time. “such a good girl, coming apart all over my cock.”

your body shuddered at his praise and his movements became faster as he chased his release. “you.. you feel too good.. im.. im gonna come, baby” your walls clenched around his cock as he stilled then let out a loud low groan, his grip on your hair slackening. his forehead dropped to press against your shoulder.

the immediate aftermath was quiet, the calm after a strange sort of storm. he slowly pushed himself off of you and pulled his pants and boxers up without a word. you quietly said “that.. that was”

“yeah, yeah definitely.” he let out a quiet laugh, self satisfied. “hell of a way to get helped after a fight.” he laughed again.

“wha.. what?” your tone was light, but completely confused.

“uhh you know.. the fight? you said you’d help me. well, thanks for the help” he gestured to the seats dismissively as if encompassing the entire scene.

“right. the.. help. how could i forget” you tried to keep a light dismissive tone. but you could feel the pang in your chest. it felt as real as the bruises beginning to bloom on your hips.

he adjusted his jeans, redid his belt, and began to open the car door. “right well, see you around?”

you blinked a few times, taken aback. “don’t.. you need a ride home?”

he laughed again, this time a bit more arrogant. as if he had just completed a master plan. “my bmw is right over there.” he pointed. “see?”

you followed his finger and saw his famous burgundy 1983 bmw 733i. right. of course his car was here. of course he didn’t need a ride. you nodded and smiled tightly “right. goodnight then, steve”

he smirked, that infuriatingly charming smirk, and got out the car, shutting the door and walking to his bmw without a glance back. back to his throne, where he would have a new princess tomorrow night to trick or charm.

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i hope you enjoyed! king steve come back to me. thank u for reading, comments and reblogs are always appreciated. ♡

conflict resolution - walter ‘keys’ mckey

⏻ 2. california vs. mckey - 8.5k

"I like talking."

"You should stop."

pairing: keys mckey x fem!reader

summary: soonami studios forces you and keys mckey into a shared apartment as a temporary housing arrangement. at first, it's just surviving each other - the arguments, the competition, the constant tension of being around someone who gets under your skin too easily. but the longer it goes on, the harder it becomes to ignore how naturally your lives start folding into each other. and once someone becomes part of your everyday life, losing them starts feeling a lot more dangerous.

warnings: strong language, marijuana use, enemies to roommates, workplace rivals, forced proximity, keys being jealous of reader, accidental concern, chaos, shirtless Keys

nowprettybbyimrunning

smashingkeys69

my navigation part two here

summary: you've been talking to someone with the username smashingkeys69 on a private chat site for some weeks, oblivious to the fact that the guy behind the profile is your coworker, who you might not be too fond of.

warnings: SMUT +18 MDNI, sexting (including breast play, fingering, blowjob, riding), nipple play, masturbation (female and male), dirty talk ig, fingering, multiple orgasms, mention of spit, mention of cum, semi public? (i mean is it public if youre in your bathroom at work but no one is there with you?), description of nsfw audio, mostly text messages

w.c.: 2,5k

author's note: first of all this one is for my julsita who not only is keys #1 girlfriend but also heard my idea first <3 also, a big big big thanks to blaize for proof reading and being the sweetest angel ever. yeah i know that you'd have to be a bit stupid to not realize the connection between the "keys" in the username and the nickname but can't a girl have some fun, ok bye.

discodjo

Temporary Fix | Steve Harrington

Chapter Sixteen - Every Version Of You

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: emotional vulnerability, relationship anxiety, fear of abandonment, miscommunication, references to steve’s past relationship with nancy, insecurity/self-sabotaging thoughts, mutual pining, awkward first-date nerves, intense kissing/making out, mentions of sex, steve climbing through the window soaking wet (EXACTLY) , crying/almost crying, emotional confessions, two idiots painfully in love trying to communicate properly for once

word count: 11k words

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summary: you and steve were friends first, and that was the part that mattered. everything else, the late nights, the quiet routine, the way he kept showing up, didn't mean anything. it was easy. something the two of you fell into without really thinking about it. something that didn't need to be explained. because as long as it stayed like this, nothing had to change. right?

an: pls this chapter is definitely a roller coaster but it felt so right writing it. im sososoos happy with it and i hope you are too. it's been taking me longer to update due to being so busy with my personal life + wanting these chapters to have more emotion in them.

but sadly, temporary fix is coming to an end soon. i'll bawl. thank you for all the love and support you've given this series bc it means soo fucking much to me. i started writing a keys mckey fic, "conflict resolution" if you're interested in reading!! im soooo happy to start working a lot on that.

reblogs are appreciated <3

discodjo

it took me probably 10 hours total to write this pls i had the biggest block😭😭 listened to lover and ttpd by taylor swift and made shit happen!!

4 years since the first time my eyes landed on family video steve and i haven’t been able to get him out of my system since.

TEMPORARY FIX UPDATEEE!!

temporary fix update scheduled for 3pm pst!! who's up and scared lol!!!!

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director's cut ⁠♡ stonathan x reader

pairing: steve harrington x reader x jonathan byers ٠࣪⭑ wc: 5.2k

summary: rooftop afterparty turns filthy when jonathan byers and steve harrington set their sights on you. one thing leads to another and you end up at their shared apartment, caught between them for a hot, messy night. tags/warnings: 18+ ! MDNI ! smut, fem!reader, stonathan x reader, mmf threesome, polyamory, bisexual male characters, explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, oral sex, fingering, car fingering, public teasing, elevator makeout, creampie, unprotected sex, cum play, male/male kissing, male/male handjobs, alcohol use, slight exhibitionism, dirty talk, aftercare, established jonathan/steve friendship, sexual tension, friends to lovers, one night stand, consensual sex, fluffy smut author's note: helloooo everyone !!!! been working on this fic for weeks and here it is :) it`s like the freakiest thing i've ever written but i've been yearning for these two since forever ... this fic is dedicated to my wife @djopuppy <3 enjoy !!!! ao3

conflict resolution - walter ‘keys’ mckey

⏻ 01. welcome to soonami - 7.7k

“You’ve known me for, what, twenty minutes?”

“And I already have you figured out.”

pairing: keys mckey x fem!reader

warnings: forced proximity, workplace rivalry, profanity, tension, mutual annoyance, emotionally unavailable behavior, reader and keys being incapable of communicating normally, housing instability, mild flirting if you squint, sarcasm, workplace chaos

conflict resolution - walter ‘keys’ mckey

“do you ever shut up?”

“not when i’m winning.”

pairing: keys x fem!reader

summary: soonami studios forces you and keys mckey into a shared apartment as a temporary housing arrangement. at first, it’s just surviving each other — the arguments, the competition, the constant tension of being around someone who gets under your skin too easily. but the longer it goes on, the harder it becomes to ignore how naturally your lives start folding into each other. and once someone becomes part of your everyday life, losing them starts feeling a lot more dangerous.

warnings: slow burn, forced proximity, enemy coworkers/roommates, workplace rivalry, arguments, profanity, smoking, mutual pining, jealousy, emotional conflict, domestic tension, suggestive touching, smut (will be warned), emotionally repressed people pretending they don’t care about each other when they very obviously do..

chap 15 will be out either 5/12 or 5/13! don’t hate me for the delay ily guys mwahmwahmwah

UPDATE!!!!

hey guys!! don’t hate me for being so late with updates nowadays 😊😊😊 i’ve been extremely busy with school + work, it’s been sooo difficult to write. i’ll be getting chap 15 out asap, i promiseee mwah mwahhhh

also i’m planning my next fic already… it’s a joe keery character but it’s not steve harrington. and oh im so so fucking sat for this please.

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my temporary fix steve siiigghhh i need a cigarette BADLLYYY

edit by @angellmiaa !! hoforkeery on tiktok <3

chapter 14 inspo ugh

#temporary fix #discodjo #djosdntdance #Spotify

djobrat

one heart could beat for the two of us, two of us, two of us....

i wanna start making pinterest boards for each chapter of temporary fix UUGGHHHH. like a pinterest board for temporary fix with sections for each chapter.

I NEED IT I WANT IT!!!!!!!

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