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Steve Harrington and his 6 Little Nuggets
Part 1: Steve Harrington did not sign up for this (but he will do it again)
Part 2: Steve Harrington vs His 6 Little Nuggets
Part 3: Steve Harrington vs Love Letter
ᰋ ˓ ♡ 𝑫𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏 𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏
Out of His League (or so he thought) ✧ Grease-Stained Secrets
ᰋ ˓ ♡ 𝑹𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒚
Lily and Lavender (jennifer's body au)
💌𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔
Frames and Strings (smau)
Horrors at Hawkins University (mini-series) - mystery/college au fanfic
here you go, it's not finish yet and there are some tiny spoilers that's why i don't wanna share it until i write that part sooo open it at ur own risk 🫶💕
It would be really cute if you make like an Instagram post of Girl next-door of how Joe’s band made from post animals if you look at their Instagram post like their girlfriend really cutely and like montages, it would be really cute if you like make like a post of what Joe would post if he posted like a dump Sorry I ramble too much😭😭😭
issy talks: this is a super fun and unique request hihi, some of these are from the moodboard aaaaa. to anyone who wants to be included to every cameo (im having hard time deciding if u guys want to or not and i really, really don't want to force anyone), let me know mwa mwa 💗⭐
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djotime 🩷
@bdllvr i bet she took the slide 2 😭
@s3xytosomeone ngl he looks like hello kitty on that pic
@joekeerysbicep bro is glowing
@batmanssssss i've never seen this much pink in your account
@halaenabugmom dude who hacked your account?
@aniicorn the socks? im cackling
@bluehexagon8 wow you discovered flowers
@maferin who's idea slide 9 is? djotime ❤️ this
yourusername @maferin his btw djotime ❤️ this
@unclejeezysblog i'm gonna die bye
@oohlillie someone save him! from absolutely nothing he's right where he wants to be
@zuzixix the cats are their children so cute
@valentine-night the cats in dump is sending me
@you8sblog the pinkification of joe needs to be studied
@projections-mortal i miss when men yearn publicly
@keery-poynter 🩷 translated to i love my life
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djotime life lately
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yourusername i 🍓you
baristagirl123 excuse me where's the pink?
cobakergirl789 love, blink twice if your bf stole your pinkness
cutiestaff6767 boss there's no my melody insight who are you?
yourusername you just did not quote conrad
cashiergirl888 my boyfriend's in a band whatever lana del rey said
baristagirl123 i get you're inlove
yourusername i am
baristagirl123 SHE ADMITTED IT EVERYBODY GET IN HERE
cobaker789 uhm no i want my bonus
cashiergirl888 no thanks
cutiestaff6767 you're alone
baristagirl123 you little shit
djotime i 🍓you too you ❤️ this
javireyes lmao you're so in love
jakehirshland and he's so corny
mattwilliams i strawberry you three man
daltonallison i strawberry you four
djotime 🖕
yourusername pls don't put that emoji in my comment section
djotime sorry, honey
yourusername forgiven, also you're allowed not to share pastries anymore from your lunch, ily
wesleytoledo can i order 20 macarons?
yourusername yes!
wesleytoledo sweet
mr.oldman6D how can i save this picture?
djotime no way you have instagram
mr.oldman4D what do u think of me, old? i have 60 followers
yourusername i'll send it to you, gramps 🩷
It would be really cute if you make like an Instagram post of Girl next-door of how Joe’s band made from post animals if you look at their Instagram post like their girlfriend really cutely and like montages, it would be really cute if you like make like a post of what Joe would post if he posted like a dump Sorry I ramble too much😭😭😭
issy talks: this is a super fun and unique request hihi, some of these are from the moodboard aaaaa. to anyone who wants to be included to every cameo (im having hard time deciding if u guys want to or not and i really, really don't want to force anyone), let me know mwa mwa 💗⭐
liked by yourusername, javireyes, charlieheaton, tameimpala, and 763,829 others
djotime 🩷
@bdllvr i bet she took the slide 2 😭
@s3xytosomeone ngl he looks like hello kitty on that pic
@joekeerysbicep bro is glowing
@batmanssssss i've never seen this much pink in your account
@helaenabugmom dude who hacked your account?
@aniicorn the socks? im cackling
@bluehexagon8 wow you discovered flowers
@maferin who's idea slide 9 is? djotime ❤️ this
yourusername @maferin his btw djotime ❤️ this
@unclejeezysblog i'm gonna die bye
@oohlillie someone save him! from absolutely nothing he's right where he wants to be
@zuzixix the cats are their children so cute
@valentine-night the cats in dump is sending me
@you8sblog the pinkification of joe needs to be studied
@projections-mortal i miss when men yearn publicly
@keery-poynter 🩷 translated to i love my life
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djotime life lately
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yourusername i 🍓you
baristagirl123 excuse me where's the pink?
cobakergirl789 love, blink twice if your bf stole your pinkness
cutiestaff6767 boss there's no my melody insight who are you?
yourusername you just did not quote conrad
cashiergirl888 my boyfriend's in a band whatever lana del rey said
baristagirl123 i get you're inlove
yourusername i am
baristagirl123 SHE ADMITTED IT EVERYBODY GET IN HERE
cobaker789 uhm no i want my bonus
cashiergirl888 no thanks
cutiestaff6767 you're alone
baristagirl123 you little shit
djotime i 🍓you too you ❤️ this
javireyes lmao you're so in love
jakehirshland and he's so corny
mattwilliams i strawberry you three man
daltonallison i strawberry you four
djotime 🖕
yourusername pls don't put that emoji in my comment section
djotime sorry, honey
yourusername forgiven, also you're allowed not to share pastries anymore from your lunch, ily
wesleytoledo can i order 20 macarons?
yourusername yes!
wesleytoledo sweet
mr.oldman6D how can i save this picture?
djotime no way you have instagram
mr.oldman4D what do u think of me, old? i have 60 followers
yourusername i'll send it to you, gramps 🩷
@ladybuugg i'm on her private account and they switched aesthetics
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@brrrainst3w she stole his indie and he stole her pink
@leisilver they're each other's favorite hobby i'm gonna throw up
@twilight-sparkle67 he introduced her to neon lights, she introduced him to natural lights
Does the girl next-door have like a social life and like her own friends? I’m just curious or has she like migrated into Joe’s friend group?
yes!! she definitely does. she has her own little life outside of joe. she's really close with her staff, especially the barista from her first café (they've been through everything together). i just don't highlight it as much because the story is mostly told through her and joe 😽
a lot of her social life also revolves around the café. she loooooves chatting with her regulars, remembers everyone's usual order, asks about their day, and ends up knowing everyone's life updates lmaooo. gnd is the kind of person who makes friends without even realizing she's doing it 🥹🫶🏼
⋆˚࿔ the girl next door (is not a grandma) drabble 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
you lost your engagement ring
Joe's messages came just after four in the morning.
baby 🧁🩷
Wrapped early, landing tonight
Home around six
Can't wait to see you, hug you, kiss you, my wife
You smiled, that was all you needed.
By eight in the morning, your apartment already smelled like your cafe. Batter splattered the countertop. Cooling racks covered every available surface. One hundred cupcakes sat neatly lined across the dining table, each decorated with pastel frosting and tiny sugar flowers.
You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, admiring your work. "Welcome home, Joe," you whispered proudly. You’re planning to have a welcome home party for your future husband. Then, out of habit, your thumb brushed over your ring finger.
Your right hand felt nothing, you looked down, and your engagement ring was gone. Your entire body froze. "fuck." Your soul genuinely left your body. "No no no no, no."
You checked your other hand. Your apron pockets, kitchen counter, nothing. You practically threw yourself onto the floor, checking beneath the dining table. Neither in the bathroom, bedroom, closet, laundry basket, under the pillows, inside Ponkan’s cardboard house, inside Cookie’s little tunnel.
You stopped in the middle of the apartment, suddenly remembering exactly what you'd been doing all morning. You slowly looked toward the mountain of cupcakes.
"I decorated one hundred cupcakes while wearing my engagement ring." You stared at the cupcakes. "Oh my god."
Thirty minutes later, your apartment looked like an emergency meeting.
Your café staff had arrived first, you bought everything available in the café and told them to give it away so they all could come. Then, Jake, Matt, Javi, Dalton, and Wesley came together. Eventually, even the old man from 6D appeared, carrying his usual walking cane.
It was two in the afternoon. You stood in front of everyone with your hands on your hips. You took a deep breath. "Okay, I need everyone's help." They nodded seriously. "You all have to eat these cupcakes."
"YES!" Javi shouted immediately. The apartment echoed. He cleared his throat. "Sorry, please continue."
You pointed at the cupcakes. "And if anyone feels something hard..." You swallowed. "raise your hand."
Your co-baker frowned. "Why?"
You answered much too quickly. "No reason."
Matt narrowed his eyes. "Y/N, you lost the ring, don’t you?."
"What? No way, fine, yes I lost it. So, please.” You sighed dramatically. "I only have four hours before Joe gets home." The apartment collectively gasped.
Jake immediately cracked his knuckles. "I volunteer."
Before anyone could respond, you added, "The person who finds it gets one month of free pastries."
Complete silence filled the apartment. Dalton lunged for the table. Matt shoved him aside.
"You moved first!"
"Not so fast!"
Jake quietly grabbed six cupcakes while they argued. Your barista immediately slapped his hand.
"Excuse me."
"What is your problem?"
"I'll find the ring and get the free pastries I want."
"You'll find diabetes."
Yes, Jake and your barista get on each other’s nerves. You don’t mind them, all you care about at the moment is finding your ring.
The old man from 6D calmly selected three cupcakes. "I'll have these."
"Only three?" your cashier asked.
"I'm seventy-nine, I’d like to see eighty." He smiled politely.
Meanwhile, Dalton already had frosting on his nose and on his cheeks. "I've eaten fifteen."
Matt swallowed another cupcake, icing splattered on his shirt. "Sixteen."
Dalton grabbed two another. "Seventeen."
Matt immediately took two. "Eighteen."
Wesley pinched the bridge of his nose. "This isn't a competition."
Both of them answered at the same time. "Ooh, it absolutely is."
“You only say that because this ain’t macarons. If this is macarons, you’re throwing yourself at the tabl—”Javi didn’t even finish his sentence when Wesley shoved a cupcake in his mouth.
“Eat, man. Eat.” Wesley said, unwrapping one more cupcake.
Your youngest employee suddenly stood up. "I...cant" She covered her mouth, she sprinted toward your bathroom. The sound of the door slamming echoed through the apartment.
Jake watched her go. "Weak."
Your barista glared. "She's just had eight."
Jake shrugged. "I've had twelve."
“Just keep eating, I don’t care who ate more.” you bite three cupcakes all at once. Completely under pressure.
Hours passed. Cupcake wrappers covered the coffee table. Crumbs everywhere. Plastic cups on the floor. The apartment smelled aggressively like chocolate, vanilla, and regret.
Javi had somehow fallen asleep sitting perfectly upright in a dining chair, still holding half a cupcake in one hand. Every now and then his head dipped forward before jerking back up again, only for him to continue sleeping as if nothing had happened.
Dalton sat slumped against the couch, one hand dramatically over his stomach. "I don't think I’ll ever eat again." he muttered weakly.
Across from him, Matt looked equally miserable, yet somehow still refused to surrender. "I've had...twenty-two," he swallowed carefully.
Dalton immediately lifted his head. "...Twenty-three."
Jake, meanwhile, attempted to reach for another cupcake from the table. His hand made it halfway before giving up and slowly dropping back onto his lap. "You know what never mind."
Your barista watched the entire thing unfold with the most judgmental expression imaginable. "I told you."
Jake sighed dramatically. "You always do."
"And I'm always right."
Wesley had completely disappeared into the bathroom nearly fifteen minutes ago. Every now and then, his exhausted voice drifted through the hallway. "I don't even like cupcakes anymore. I won’t even eat cupcakes for a year."
Your youngest employee sat on the rug with tears streaming down her face. "I don't know why I'm crying."
Your cashier gently patted her shoulder. "It's the sugar, girl."
"I miss vegetables."
Your co-baker had reached the stage where everything was funny. She pointed at Dalton and started giggling. Looked at Wesley and laughed even harder. Then glanced at absolutely nothing before dissolving into another fit of laughter.
"I can't stop," she wheezed. "It isn't even funny anymore." Which only made her laugh harder.
In the middle of all the chaos, the old man remained perfectly composed. He crossed one leg over the other, lifted his teacup, and took a slow, civilized sip.
After a thoughtful pause, he nodded once. "I believe I'm done investigating."
You checked every empty wrapper, nothing. Your eyes burned. "Oh god, what am I going to tell Joe?"
Just then, Cookie suddenly launched himself across the living room. Zoomies is the biggest enemy when it comes to Cookie, if Ponkan doesn’t care about the world, Cookie is the total opposite.
Cookie went straight toward the couch. He bounced against the cushions repeatedly, pawing at something. Ponkan, who had been asleep for the last six hours, barely opened one eye.
"Mreow." Cookie kept bothering him.
"Cookie," you sighed. "Leave your brother alone."
You walked over, gently scooping Ponkan into your arms. The orange cat stretched dramatically. A tiny sparkle caught the afternoon sunlight.
Everyone froze.
There, your engagement ring was perfectly nestled into the couch cushion. Looks like Ponkan slept on it. The apartment fell silent. Everyone exchanged glances. Your barista slowly lowered her cupcake.
Dalton whispered, "No way."
Wesley looked at the mountain of empty wrappers. "We ate ninety-three cupcakes."
The old man from 6D quietly took another sip of tea. "Could've been worse. We could've eaten one hundred." Nobody had the energy to laugh.
You burst into relieved tears instead, laughing so hard you almost dropped Ponkan. "Oh my god!" You slipped the ring back onto your finger, kissing the top of Ponkan's head over and over. "My sweet boy!" Ponkan blinked lazily. Completely unaware he'd just ended the most ridiculous investigation in history.
Right on cue, the front door unlocked. Joe stepped inside carrying his duffel bag and suitcase. "Honey, I’m home!" He stopped. His eyes slowly scanned the apartment. “Did I miss something?"
girl next door drabble where she’s obsessed with joes biceps😛😛
⋆˚࿔ the girl next door (is not a grandma) drabble 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
You couldn't lie.
There was just something about Joe's arms.
Maybe it was because he always rolled his sleeves up the way his forearms flexed while kneading dough, or how his biceps looked unfairly good in the simplest white T-shirt.
Whatever the reason was, you found yourself staring far more often than you probably should. God really took his time making those, you thought.
Which was unfortunate because you were currently supposed to be measuring ingredients. Instead, your attention had wandered completely toward your boyfriend, who was happily kneading bread dough on the kitchen island. The muscles in his forearms shifted with every push. You blinked and blinked again.
"Honey?"
"Hmm?" you answered absentmindedly, eyes never leaving him.
Joe looked over his shoulder. "I think you just poured three cups of powdered sugar."
"What?" Your eyes dropped to the bowl. "That's flour, right?" Joe slowly shook his head. You dipped a finger into it before cautiously tasting it. shit.
At first, Joe didn't think much of it.
He simply assumed you were naturally affectionate. Holding his hand. Looping your arm through his. Leaning against his shoulder while reading. Normal couple things.
It wasn't until the old man from 6D pointed it out that Joe began noticing a very specific pattern.
The three of you had just finished dinner, the old man had invited both of you over, insisting he'd "accidentally made too much food," despite the fact he cooked enough for three every single week.
Now the dishes had been cleared away. The old man and Joe sat across from each other discussing whether Frank Sinatra was better than Dean Martin.
You, meanwhile, had curled up beside Joe, completely absorbed with Wings of Starlight.
Without realizing it, your fingers had wandered to Joe's arm. You absentmindedly traced tiny circles over his bicep, occasionally giving it a gentle squeeze whenever you reached the end of a chapter. Joe didn't even react. Apparently, this happened so often that neither of you noticed anymore.
The old man watched for a full minute before finally setting his teacup down. "Young lady," You hummed, eyes still on your book. "If you keep petting him like that he's going to start purring."
Both of you looked, your hand was, in fact still gently squeezing his bicep. "...ooh."
You immediately hid behind your book. "I'm not petting him," you mumbled from behind the pages. Joe laughed so hard you wanted to smack him with your book.
Eventually, Joe started paying attention. He noticed that whenever you walked together your hand somehow always ended up on his arm, aways his bicep.
A week later, the two of you were grocery shopping. Joe reached for a box of cereal while pushing the cart with one hand. Without thinking, you wrapped both arms around his other.
An older woman passing by slowed with a knowing smile. "You two newlyweds?"
Joe smiled politely. "Not yet."
"I could tell."
You tilted your head. "How?"
The woman pointed toward Joe's arm tucked securely against your chest. she chuckled warmly. "girls don't hold onto a man's arm like that unless they're completely gone." She continued down the aisle, laughing softly to herself.
Your entire body heated with embarrassment. "...Oh."
You immediately let go. Joe looked at the empty space beside him for exactly two seconds.
Then, without a word, he reached over and gently tucked your arms back around his. "There." You looked up and he kissed the top of your head. "Sweetheart, I'd be offended if you stopped."
You couldn't help smiling. "really?"
"Mhm." He flexed ever so slightly, but you knew, you freaking knew.
You immediately looked at him. "...you just flexed."
"I stretched."
"Nope, you flexed."
"I breathed." Joe only laughed.
Maybe he had started doing one extra set at the gym. Purely coincidentally. Definitely not because he knew exactly where your hands would end up afterward, nope, absolutely not. (yes, he was lying)
That night, you were curled against Joe's side beneath a mountain of blankets, your heating pad resting over your stomach.
Your period always made you a little strange. A little clingier. A little sleepier. And, a little more obsessed with your boyfriend's arms. Joe looked down as your fingers found his bicep again. "Honey, you've been petting at my arm for fifteen minutes."
"I'm just thankful.."
He laughed. "You appreciate it every day, huh?."
"Because it's cute." You nodded seriously. "It looks squishy."
Joe flexed instinctively, poked it too. "It isn't squishy." He relaxed again.
You gave it another squeeze. "See?"
Joe rolled his eyes. "I don't think muscles are supposed to be described like marshmallows."
"They're not but yours are."
Joe chuckled, shaking his head. You stared at his arm for another few seconds.
Nom.
Joe let out the most offended gasp imaginable. "OW!"
You immediately pulled away, eyes wide. "Sorry."
"You bit me! It looked—" Joe looked down at the tiny crescent-shaped teeth marks blooming on his arm.
"I couldn't help it!"
"You absolutely could've helped it!"
"I really couldn't."
Joe tried so hard to look annoyed. He lasted exactly three seconds before laughing into one of your plushies. "I can't believe this."
You buried your face against his shoulder. "Are you mad?"
He wrapped an arm around you. "No honey, maybe slightly offended."
"I'm sorry."
"You'd better be."
"Can I still hold your arm?" you pleaded with puppy eyes.
Joe sighed dramatically. "You never lost arm privileges."
You smiled. "Thank you."
"But no more biting."
"i'll try." and yet, you still keep biting it, and Joe doesn't have much choice but to endure it.
Morning came, and Joe walked into the studio carrying two coffees. Javi looked up from his guitar. "Joseph, my man. "
Joe blinked. "What?"
Javi pointed toward his arm. "What happened there?"
He thought for exactly half a second. "Ooooh, Ponkan happened."
