#fawcettsprayed

[perfectioncursed]

@fawcettsprayed​ gets a post-finale(ish) starter

Her fingers moved seemingly of their own accord, scrolling down and selecting his name without consciously thinking about it. Too much had happened that night, too many revelations and discoveries that Betty knew she would have to muddle through, process in her own time. And the idea of a brewing civil war? It made her wish more than anything that she was back at home, her real home in Hawkins.

“St-Steve?” she breathed out at the sound of his voice on the other end of the line, his simple hello causing every wall she had convinced herself to build to come crashing down in just a moment. “Everything is falling apart.”

[untothisstormarchived]

starter for @fawcettsprayed

"You’re adorable, now give me that.” Villanelle yanked the gun out of his hand and then pointed it at the target. "You point and squeeze. That simple. Don’t make it harder than it has to be.” With her eyes trained on the bulls-eye, she squeezed the trigger and shot off a few rounds with only one missing the red center dot. “Your turn.”

[byersxbrother]

@fawcettsprayed || cont.

[ sms - jonathan ; 3:02am ] hey, you up? [ sms - jonathan ; 3:03am ] wow sorry that totally sounded like a booty call [ sms - jonathan ; 3:05am ] i just can’t sleep. [ sms - jonathan ; 3:05am ] nightmares again.

[ sms - steve ; 3:07a ] i’m awake [ sms - steve ; 3:07a ] want me to come over?

[zombcy-a]

          a  quick  glance  at  the  other,  a  gentle  smile,  both  offered  for  his  patient  sentiment.  he  continues  sketching  across  the  page,  though  his  pencil  slows  as  steve’s  question  reaches  him.   ❛  uh  ---  not  really.  ❜   he  says,  shoulders  shrugging  in  doubt.   ❛  i  just  ---  don’t  really  have  anyone  i  wanna  ask.  ❜   doesn’t  really  have  anyone  he  could  ask  either,  but  that’s  another  story. 

@fawcettsprayed cont. from HERE.

[perfectioncursed]

@fawcettsprayed ♥’d

it was a rush of adrenaline like she had never felt before, knowing all eyes were on her. and while the performance had started out tentative, shaking hands that faltered a bit there was no trace of that betty by the end of it. it was intoxicating, confidence radiating from her in a way that was completely overwhelming. she felt like she was on cloud nine. so much so that she didn’t notice the familiar figure standing by the bar, almost running into him as she made her way over there.

‘st-steve?’

she had to be imagining this -- imagining that her ex-boyfriend was standing in this bar in the town betty had been forced to move to. watching her take one of the final steps to become somebody almost completely recognizable. it didn’t stop her pulse from racing, however, clearing her throat as she stood there dumbfounded.

[perfectioncursed]

@fawcettsprayed ♡’d

          ‘ dibs ! DIBS, i call dibs on this one, ’

     betty proclaimed, loud enough for anyone in the room to hear. after a few ( more than likely, too many ) drinks, the conversation had somehow turned to PARTY GAMES. more specifically, seven minutes in heaven. and although she knew how the game was played, it didn’t prevent her from staking her claim on steve, an arm wrapping around his waist as she held onto him more for BALANCE than anything else. at least, that’s what she told herself.

[zombcy-a]

fawcettsprayed replied to your post: everyone in the world: sends me weird photos of...

don’t vague about me

you’re not even the fIRST PERSON TO DO THIS TONIGHT 

[perfectioncursed]

@fawcettsprayed​ gets a starter because you’re BACK and I LOVE YOU

❝you’re being a baby, how cold can it really be?❞ she just resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at Steve, already taking off the barely there clothes she had arrived in. was Betty using him for his pool? somewhat, but that’s only because it was a scorching hot summer’s day in Hawkins. and she may have bought a new bathing suit just waiting for this opportunity to happen.

without any preamble she jumped in, a shriek bursting past her lips as she emerged from the water. ❝see? not that cold,❞ the blonde lied, her chattering teeth giving her away.