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starry flop era the fuck

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( ☆ ) . * 100 followers event! ˎˊ-

partay rock is in the HOUSE tonighttttt

eek!!! i can't believe we've reached 100 followers!!! i think i've had this as an official writing blog for like 1.5 months? going from when i posted my intro which was may 23rd. and now!!! we have 100 followers! when i think i started out w less than 15 so this is actually fire tysm guys ahhhhhh

since i already have starry's sweets running as a oneshot event, this event will be comprised of quick blurbs (less than 1k & less refined)

i'll be using this sfw alphabet so everyone go ham and flood my inbox with whatever character u want and a letter from the alphabet!

for the list of character's i'll write for u can refer to my masterlist

idk how long this will be open for just like! whenever i want to close it? so yeah! ty again everyone sm all 100-odd of u mwahhhhh

extra special thanks to my day one-ers @loveution and @nozhdyved they're the real ones

and ofc some of my fav moots that made me feel welcome in some intimidating fandoms y'all have my heart and are lowkey why i've actually kept this up and didnt get bored after a week @daisyjonesgf @cr3stawrites @imsogonesposts @slfglow i love ygs smmmm

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july posting schedule probably

crush (robin buckley) - 18th

the valley song (magnolia readersona x sejanus plinth) - 21st

s is for smooches (patrick zweig) - 25th

keep on loving you (steve harrington) - 30th

i?? might?? be doing monthly posting schedules? at least for august idk if that'll continue once school hits in september but it's ok

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drove for the first time just now your girl cannot park actually

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ur in her dms i'm appearing in her dreams

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i spent the whole day crying in like 5-minute intervals every like half an hour emotions are DONE it's time for starry lock in era

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Can I please have small lavender cookies with flaky salt and raspberry drizzle please please please

thank you for placing an order at starry's sweets café & bakery! you're ticket #016, i hope you enjoy your cookies!

ticket #016 — gimmie gimmie gimmie (a man after midnight)

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( ☆ ) . * won't somebody help me . . . chase the shadows away !!

college au — gn!reader x boyfriend!sejanus plinth — sejanus plinth masterlist

starry’s sweets — order #016

ask : “Can I please have small lavender cookies with flaky salt and raspberry drizzle please please please” — anon

summary : you’ve been pulling various all nighters, stressing over your midterms, and the lack of sleep you’ve been getting is painfully evident. someone needs to step in and stage an intervention before you end up passing away with your nose in your biology text book. who better to help than your boyfriend?

warnings : reader has anxiety attack brought on by lack of sleep & midterms, actually gets a little deeper than originally intended, sej comforts them, a little sad but really cute

word count : 1.5k

You’re a mess. Various cans of energy drinks are strewn across your desk and dark circles under your eyes as you’re halfway to falling asleep. You’re fighting to keep your eyes open as they move over the words of the article you’re supposed to be reading and annotating. The words blur together as you skim through a few paragraphs, yet you blink to refocus and suddenly you don’t remember anything you just read. You yawn, cracking open your third energy drink of the evening, taking a long drink and rubbing at your eyes.

A soft knock on your door snaps you out of your haze of caffeine and blurred together words and ballpoint pens that are running out of ink. You stand from your desk and answer it, seeing Sejanus outside the door.

“You said it was urgent?” he asks, entering as you step aside for him. 

“Yeah. I can’t do the fucking reading right now so can you help me run flash cards instead?” you ask, shutting the door and perching yourself on your twin-sized bed.

He stares at you for a few moments before sitting down beside you. “It’s two in the morning and you woke me up to help you run flash cards?”

At this, you finally realize that he’s in a loose t-shirt and sweatpants, his hair disheveled. “Yeah, sorry, I realize how stupid it is now actually. You can go,” you sigh, stifling another yawn as you move to get up and go back to your desk.

“Well, now that I’m here I’m not going anywhere,” Sejanus says, grabbing your arm to keep you in place. “How long have you been studying?”

“Since nine, I think? After I finished dinner. Had a snack break around midnight-ish though,” you say, head moving to rest on his shoulder.

“I think you’re insane,” he states, arms wrapping around you. 

“I’m being responsible,” you argue.

“No, you’re not. Being responsible would mean going to bed at a reasonable time and finishing your work in the morning after being well rested. Not whatever this is,” he says, gesturing broadly to your tired state and the half-organized set-up you have on your desk. 

“You don’t have to worry about me,” you say. “I’m fine.”

“Clearly not,” he responds, moving so he’s reclining back against your pillows in a half-seated half-laid down position, pulling you close to rest halfway on his chest. “Come on, honey. I know that it’s hard for you to sleep at night but this isn’t a case of that. I think even a blind man could see that. You’re not just staying up because of insomnia or a fucked up sleep cycle, you’re actively forcing yourself to be awake. You need rest.”

“I can rest when I’m dead.”

“Which might be tomorrow if you keep this up,” he says firmly. “It’s your fault for letting me know you were even awake at this time. Now I’m here so you need to reap what you’ve sown.”

“And what does reaping entail, actually?”

“Laying here and doing nothing with me until you fall asleep.”

“Old MacDonald is rolling over in his grave right now,” you remark sarcastically.

“Old MacDonald was a rancher, he didn’t do any reaping,” Sejanus says simply.

“Old MacDonald had a farm,” you argue. “Farms can also have animals. Just smaller livestock.”

“I see your studying has really payed off considering you’re arguing with me over the profession of a nursery rhyme character,” he deadpans, causing you to laugh.

You’re not sure when the switch happens but the laughter dies out and the soft tune of “Old MacDonald Had a Farm” fades from your head as your thoughts swarm you with a rushing filling all of your senses. 

You feel as if you’re slipping away, overwhelmed with everything around you. As if you had tripped into the ocean and had been stolen away by a wave. As if the water took you away and is now filling your lungs, the salt stinging at your eyes despite the reality of it being only the tears teetering on your lashes. The world feels like it’s spinning around you and yet you’re planted still. Sejanus’ arms are still wrapped around you as you cling onto him desperately—almost like a lifeline—when it feels like he’s about to slip away.

“I’m gonna get up and turn off the lights, don’t escape back to your desk,” he instructs, moving to weasel his way out from underneath you, not sensing anything wrong.

“Don’t,” you say, holding onto him.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know,” you admit. “I just— I don’t want the lights off. And I don’t want you to go.”

“Honey, the lightswitch is just a few feet away. It’s not like I’m leaving the room,” he says.

“I know, it’s stupid and irrational but I just need you close. Please,” you say, voice soft, looking up at him.

“Okay. It’s alright, of course I’ll stay,” he assures you, planting a soft kiss at your temple. “What’s going on, huh?”

“I don’t know,” you say again. “Maybe it’s the lack of sleep. Maybe it’s the stress from midterms and everything. Maybe it’s all of the above. But I just— I feel like if I stop touching you and the lights turn off that this is all going to slip away. That I’m actually just some loser who never actually got into any colleges, and I’m living in my mom’s basement or something, and that we never met. That I don’t have you, and that you don’t even know who I am, and—”

“Honey,” Sejanus cuts you off, one hand cupping at your jaw to carefully tilt your head up to look at him. “I’m right here. The lights will stay on. I’ll stay here. For as long as you need. Even when you fall asleep and when you wake up, I swear I will be right here. You’re not living in your mom’s basement. You got into a good university, you met me, and we’re together, and I love you. I love you so much.”

“I know,” you say, voice choked with tears that you won’t let fall as you sit up. “I know that I’m here, and you’re here, and I love you too, I love you more than anything. And I know that even if you leave the bed for a few minutes and if the lights go out then we’ll still be here. But what if I fail these midterms? I know it’s just October but what if I fail these, and then I’ll fail finals in December, and then I’ll fail Semester 2 midterms in the spring, and then I’ll fail Semester 2 finals. For all my classes, too, not just one because I know nothing will really happen if it’s just one, I mean all of them. Then I get expelled or something, and since you won’t want to be with someone that utterly and completely stupid and idiotic, you’ll break up with me and—”

“Sweetheart,” Sejanus cuts you off again, tone firmer this time, sitting up properly beside you, still holding you close. “You’re spiraling.”

“You think I don’t know that!”

“I know, fuck, honey, I know. But I need you to stay here with me, okay?” he says, one arm wrapped around you, the other hand cupping your face. “I swear to you, you’re not going to fail your midterms or your finals or anything. You’ll pass all of your classes and get all of your credits and everything will be okay, I swear.”

“You don’t know that,” you argue weakly.

“And you don’t know that you’re going to fail,” he says. “You’ve been working your ass off for days, losing sleep over this stuff. My scenario of you passing everything with flying colors is ten times more likely than yours. You’re stressed, honey, and I understand that. You’ve got your exams, you haven’t been sleeping, and you’re all fucked up on caffeine. But I’ve got you, okay?”

You nod, curling into him, holding onto Sejanus as if he’ll slip away if you let go.

“Say it, honey. Need to hear you say it, that you understand,” he murmurs against your hair, pressing a soft kiss onto the crown of your head.

“I’m not going to fail,” you say quietly. “And you’re here?” You don’t intend for the last bit to come out as a question.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promises.

“I love you, Sej.”

“I love you so much more, honey. Don’t try to argue with me on that.”

You laugh softly, the noise a little strained as you still fight back the knot in your chest telling you to cry. 

“There it is,” Sejanus murmurs, laying back again. “There’s the sound I love so much.” 

You don’t say anything in response, just settling your head back onto his chest as her plays with your hair and your eyes start to close.

“Sleep, okay sweetheart?” he says, kissing your forehead.

You nod. “Okay,” you mumble, barely audible. “Love you, Sej,” you say again.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

a/n: 

taglist 🏷️ : @allisluv @loveution @joluvsfinnick @nozhdyved @echoesintheravyne @daisyjonesgf

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ur girl is locked in i promise. i have 3 whole fics done i just haven't posted any of them bc i dont feel like proofreading and normally i just wouldn't proofread and post anyway but all of these were written at like 3-5am so they're like Bad.

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when they start to get more serious he pulls one out of his pocket whenever he goes down to tie his shoe so when he actually proposes she thinks it’s just a paper ring but bam real deal

modern steve harrington makes his swiftie gf paper rings

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what do you mean i have 29 starry's sweets orders and im on order 17. dear lord

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STARRY ITS ME, 🍂 I SEE YOU'RE WRITING COVEY SEJ AND I AM EXCITED!!!!!!! IS THIS WHERE THE BANJO PARAGRAPH IS FROM??????

also I was the ask for sej saying ily thing but I lowkey forgot I had an emoji my bad. Anyway it was so cutesy I loved it thank you thank you you are an angel

🍂 ANON!!! YOURE HOME FROM WAR!!!

yes this is where the banjo snippet is from i love them they’re gonna be so cute

and also omg that was you ur so elusive

im so glad u liked it sejanus is so precious to me!!

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Am I allowed to ask for like every letter from the alphabet thing for sejanus...

Because I love him and how you write him ...

well like theoretically if u wanted every letter in a singular post then you’d get 1-2 sentence headcanons instead of blurbs like i’ve been doing

but if you wanted all of them as blurbs you could send in separate asks for the other 25 letters of the alphabet that i haven’t done for sej yet

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scoops ahoy era robin x reader where they’ve been secretly dating for a while and it’s post russians bathroom scene where steve’s like “and this girl blah blah blah” talking abt robin and reader’s just like “i’m sorry to break it to you but the girl is taken” and she’s holding hands w robin (jealous reader :3) and steve’s like “what. OH”

the boys the girls they all like carmen robin

starry im oh so sorry this took so long tog et out, but she's here!! i hope you like it and ty for requesting 🩷🩷🩷

Bathroom Confessions

|| ao3 || robin buckley masterlist || requests are open!! || an: this is low key mostly dialogue, im sorry ||

summary: When Steve confesses he has feelings for Robin, you break the news to him that she's already taken. (wc: 619)

warnings: very very very brief mention of throwing up

“So, what do you think?” Steve asked, looking between you and Robin. 

It seemed that after spending the night trapped in a Russian elevator and beaten and drugged by said Russians, now was apparently a good time for Steve to confess that he had a crush on Robin. You weren’t stupid, you had a feeling that he had liked the girl, despite Robin’s constant insistence that he didn’t. You also knew it was stupid to get jealous of Steve Harrington of all people in a scenario like this as Robin would never like him as anything more than a friend, but emotions tend to have a mind of their own, it seems. 

“About?” Robin asked, delaying the inevitable.

“This girl,” Steve replies. 

“She sounds awesome,” Robin replies, hand absentmindedly reaching for yours.

“She also sounds like she’s taken,” you say, quickly interjecting yourself into the conversation as you squeeze the girl’s hand. 

Steve, despite himself, looks so comically shocked at your words that you almost want to laugh. Almost. 

“You have a boyfriend?” He asks Robin, looking half shocked, half disappointed. “Well, who is he? How come he never comes to visit you at work?”

You feel more than hear Robin’s visible sigh as she shoots you a quick glance before moving her gaze back to the boy across you both. 

“Steve…” she says softly as she raises your joint hands to Steve’s eye-line.

You can feel Robin grow tense as Steve stares at your joint hands in confusion. “Yeah?” He asks, oblivious.

You shake your joint hands, as if trying to emphasize your point to him and get the guy to understand what the both of you are trying to imply, when suddenly–

“Ohhh. Holy shit,” he says with a nod and a small laugh, as if suddenly all the dots are connecting, as if a switch was flipped in his brain turning on the lightbulb. “That’s why you’re always here!” He exclaims with a laugh as he points his finger in your direction. “And why the two of you are always in the storage closet! I thought you guys were just gossiping or something, but no,” he says still laughing. 

You let yourself smile when you feel the tenseness leave Robin’s body as she moves to rest her head against your shoulder. 

“Yeah,” she replies quietly with a smile. You were happy for your girlfriend, you knew she had liked Steve, really liked Steve, and that, despite herself, she was worried about losing her friendship with him, so you were happy to know that not only was he surprisingly understanding about the situation, but that she wouldn’t have to worry about losing him anymore. You squeeze her hand in reassurance. 

“You’re not gonna tell anyone, right?” You ask tentatively as Steve animatedly shakes his head no, hair flopping this way and that as he does so. 

“No, no, your secrets safe with me, promise,” he says, placing a hand over his heart and raising the other in the air. 

Robin laughs at that, body vibrating against yours, “Boy Scout? Seriously?”

Steve nods with a shrug, beginning to laugh as well. “My parents,” he says through a laugh, and before you know it the three of you are laughing about nothing and everything. Maybe you guys hadn’t thrown up all the drugs yet like you thought you had. 

You aren’t sure how long the three of you are laughing when suddenly, the bathroom door is slammed open revealing Erica and a glaring Dustin, causing your laughter to stop. 

“What the hell?” He asks looking at you all lying on the bathroom floor together, and something about it can’t help but make the three of you laugh yet again. 

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reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

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im brainstorming for my new reqs and i paused bc i didn't know whether to write "hotel" or "motel" and in my head it's just.

WE AT THE HOTEL. MOTEL. HOLIDAY INN-

like hello mr. worldwide can you help me with my FUCKING FICS

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looking at old baby photos and man. i was so squishy as a baby. like my limbs were chunky like sausage links (my mom's words, not mine) and my cheeks were fucking ROUND like bunny rabbit style

i still have bunny features btw like oomf (also best ex boyfriend from mcr post) says im bunny coded which is fire