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RP18+ ❛Always the goddamn babysitter!❜ #StrangerThings #Chestnut 20 Taken SS MV #DBD #deadbydaylight (seen vol 1)

Hawkins, Indiana
Joined December 2016
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𝓐 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓒𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻. --- ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ, ᴋɪɴᴅ, ᴏᴄ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ --- ᴅᴍꜱ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘʟᴏᴛ --- ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ, ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ ɪꜱ 18+ --- ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴀᴍɴ ʙᴀʙʏꜱɪᴛᴛᴇʀ
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Bi update: I'm feeling soothingly and poetically bisexual.
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//sorry i haven't been around. A lot of medical stuff happened and it took priority. But I'm here and should be able to get back to replied later tonight after work.
//If ya know, ya know.
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Regrets were most definitely had. Like a lot of them. "I'm...uh...I'm gonna go...." And maybe throw himself off a bridge. Or hope a squirrel eats his face off. God that was horrible.
“O-oh- ahem.” Cue a blush quickly forming on his face. Regrets were had. But at least he was being responsible- “I’ll . . . I’ll see what I can do.”
"Co... condoms...." He speaks up a little bit. Steve wanted condoms.
Still . . . Not sure what Steve needed or wanted, but with the money being shoved into his palm, he just sort of took it and put it in his wallet . . . “Anything else?”
//opinions are super cool and I respect everyone's right to one. But when your words are causing people anxiety or making them feel bad over their choice to rp a certain character? That ain't it, chief.
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//no serious rp replies atm. Had a really bad day and just need to banter.
Regular Steve was a menace. "Dude. Come on. How long does it take to open the damn thing?"
He mumbles again, trying to shove the money into his father's hand, all the while his face just gets more red. God, this was embarrassing as hell.
Thick brows furrowed and his head rolled to one side while trying to get a look at Steve’s face. “Can you try that again? I didn’t quite hear you.”
--- ɪɴ ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ꜱʟꜱ --- ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ --- ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ/ ᴏᴄ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ --- ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ (ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴡᴇᴇᴛꜱ)
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--- ɪɴ ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ꜱʟꜱ --- ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ/ ᴏᴄ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ --- ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ --- ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ɢɪꜰ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ
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[Starter for @LiLDaisy__ ] It was late at night, and the Harrington teen was pretty sure he was going absolutely insane. Every little noise in the house was setting him off, and Steve was close to grabbing the baseball with nails out from his car trunk. His father's golf >
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> clubs would have to do for now, he mumbled as he curled slender fingers over the smooth thin metal. Footsteps creaked over the carpet covered floorboards, groaning softly with each step Steve took, watching with baited breath for anything to change, to come out and surprise >
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> him. But nothing came. Satisfied that it was all in his head, the brunette set the golf club down and went to the little bedroom at the end of the hallway, to check in on his baby sister.
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"My parents are well known in the community. I'd do them a disservice if I misbehaved...Sir." //no rush at all. It's completely okay. :)
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His cheeks go red as Steve proceeds to make things even more awkward. Crossing his arms, hugging himself as anxiety kicked in and mumbled something under his breath before shifting to take out his wallet and hand over a $10 bill.
Steve wasn’t the only one feeling the awkwardness of this conversation . . . Cue a clearing of his throat. “I have to go to the store- is there anything you need me to pick up?”
Steve had wondered where it came from. Maybe Meemaw drilled it into his head. Maybe Uncle Joey did it. But it came from somewhere??? "I...alright." Cue the awkwardness. "Thanks for the talk?" He also felt confused.
That comment caused his brows to pull into a frown and the corners of his eyes to crease. “I’m not sure where this idea of perfection came from . . . But I’m not looking for carbon copies of myself.”