pretty girl avenue ⁠♡

hi there. you can call me 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻, ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤwelcome to a glimpse of my mind and soul

8teen virgo queen harry styles enthusiastic ㅤ bisexual she/her

requests are currently open!! don't be shy, ask anything and feel free to dm me too <3

all of my fics down below!!

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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ my steve harrington world!!

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my gator tillman world!!

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my joe keery world!!

currently listening to chase atlantic and writing the third part of kissing lessons... that can only mean i'm back. coming out soon btw ;)

here's a sneak peek for you, girls. love y'all <3

i sent a support email and they restored it without any problems, so i'll keep the other one as a backup account (@xxharringtonsdiaryxx) just in case (but i won't upload anything)

first of all, a thousand thanks to @lucellu for helping me and giving me the instructions to try to get it back!! 🫶🏽

i also appreciate everyone's support for voting in the poll and following me on the other account as well <3

i've seen the first one about five times because it's so well made that it's always a pleasure to watch it.

but this second season was no exception. it's clear they've put a lot of work into the acting, pushing the characters to their limits.

the music, the cinematography, and the adaptation of the book (you can see how the author has been able to have a say in the decisions and the script) is absolutely perfect.

five chapters in and i'm loving it! i only knew a little bit about the plot and it's great :)

i just finished the love hypothesis.

i loved it.

kinda wanna fall in love now.

okay bye.

@sweatydjoshoes and @jinxispunk thanks for tagging me sweeties!

hair / animal / style / idol

- the hair is pretty accurate (even though mine is straighter)

- the animal is sooo cute

- style and idol are completely accurate, bcs i literally dress like that and i love emma watson (i'm a big harry potter fan, if i wasn't nerdy enough hahaha)

@unclejeezysblog and @harringtonsgff ty for tagging me 🫶🏽

last song — popular from wicked! i was cleaning earlier haha (i didn't even watch wicked yet...i'm sorry to all the wicked fans out there)

currently watching — the middle!! i love a good sitcom (and axl heck is hot 🫣)

current obsession — since harry styles occupies 99% of my mind, of course kiss all the time, disco occasionally has to be on here.

and writing here as well!! i'm enjoying it a lot.

currently reading — i'm reading the love hypothesis (i started it a couple of hours ago and i read two hundred pages in one go...)

i'm reading it to kill some time before ordering the third book in the a court of thorns and roses series (i'm loving them so far)

and i'm always rereading poetry or plays by my favorite poet, so his works are always on repeat in my readings.

currently working on — rn i don't have any half-finished works because i always get super focused and finish them when i start them. i'm simply trying to fulfill the requests i have left now!

currently wearing — an old t-shirt i wear as a pyjama and some of my dad pyjama shorts hahaha (they're super comfy, don't judge me)

last google search — the constitution 🥱 boring asf i know, but somehow i'll have to get my degree.

favorite flower — lilies and wallflowers <3

@teheblue @secretlifeofsombr @barnesandsteven @jinxispunk @sshxamy @oneyedove @djoscomet @godsavelennie @trend90s @babygirldoll

here you go baby!! thanks for the request <3 remember you can send reqs or asks about anything :)

first time getting a mature content label kinda nervous 🫣

BIRTHDAY GIFT ☆

pairing: gator tillman x virgin!reader

summary: your best friend has never been one to think before speaking. that’s why, on your birthday, a heated argument broke out, fueled by jealousy and an idea that gator tillman blurted out to make it up to you for not getting you a present.

warnings: +18 MDNI. unprotected p in v!, porn with plot, creampie, virgin!reader, it's a mix of soft and rough gator, fem!masturbation, praise talk, use of pet names, no use of y/n.

author's note: hi again lol. here's a request from a couple of weeks. i'll be doing all of them so if you requested a while ago, it's gonna get done dw ;) enjoy! as always, english is not my first language so, even though it's proofread, there can be grammatical mistakes. aand i hate capital letters so you won't find any of those in here lol.

word count: 1700

gator tillman doesn't think before he speaks.

actually, you noticed that little flaw in your best friend long before anyone else did: when he told the other kids he didn't want to play with them, or when he couldn't help but pull a face at the food in the school cafeteria, complaining to the lunch ladies about how gross it was.

but that trait is most clearly reflected now, when all those years of childhood and playground games are behind you and you’re just two young best friends going through life, always side by side.

your birthday rolled around again, and to be honest, gator isn't the most thoughtful person in the world, but you always notice when he tries to make a nice gesture out of the goodness of his heart, even if it feels a bit out of character for him, due to his messed-up childhood.

so you smiled gratefully when you saw him approach the couch with a small cake in his hand, the candles lighting up the room as he walked toward it. “thank you so much gates, really,” you said, once you’d blown out the candles (and made a wish).

”yeah, yeah, whatever. it’s no big deal,” he replied, trying to drop the subject. he wasn’t the best at taking compliments either.

you just smiled a little. “okay, i’ll leave you alone now. grumpy,” you whispered affectionately.

“um… i don’t have any gifts. just so ya know,” he blurted out suddenly, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

“don’t worry, honey. really, i don’t need anything.” and it was true—you weren’t expecting a gift from gator. throughout the year, he’d always give you little details, like things he saw in stores that reminded him of you, but when your birthday came around, he’d feel so pressured that he never ended up buying you anything, so you didn’t hold it against him.

“what's this?” he asked, taking your wrist—the hand holding the spoon— and noticing a small silver bracelet glinting there.

“oh, it’s nothing. mayson gave it to me,” your coworker. gator knew that a few months ago you’d gone on a couple of dates and fooled around a bit — nothing serious… but he was still dying of jealousy inside.

“well, it’s ugly as fuck."

“it’s not.

“why the hell did he give it to ya? so you two can fuck again or what?”

you almost choked on the piece of cake you’d put in your mouth. “excuse me?”

“exactly. he wants somethin'. watch your back,” he remarked, letting go of your wrist.

“i don’t think he wants anything. you know I rejected him after those two dates. i don’t like him, gator”

“yeah. but he’s probably been left wantin' more after the last time. he’s an asshole”

you were already starting to get fed up with his sulking “…just drop it”

“no. i’m certain he’s a pig, and that bracelet has ulterior motives”

“he couldn’t have been left wanting more if nothing happened!”

silence. seeing your friend’s confused expression, you exhaled, trying to calm yourself down.

“gator. i haven't had sex with him… or with anyone. so cut the crap already,” you said, your voice growing quieter as you confessed.

“what?”

“that's it. i'm a virgin. now, will you let me enjoy my birthday cake in peace?”

but Gator was already grabbing both plates, pushing them aside on the table. “you’re not.” but he saw the truth in your stern expression. “really? huh, interesting” he said, a small, mocking smile escaping him.

“don’t you dare laugh at me, or i swear i’ll leave.”

“i’m not laughin’, ” he replied, more serious as he moved dangerously close, one hand resting on the back of the couch, right next to you. “but i’ll tell you one thing, doll. i think i’ve got the perfect present for ya.”

you didn’t answer, so he went on. “that fucking mayson might’ve given you some shitty bracelet, but i can make sure you have the best night of your life.”

“what?” you exhaled, as gator leaned in close to your ear and whispered.

“if you’re a good girl, we can change that virginity thing tonight. i promise i’ll make you feel good.” and as always, since you’re the only one who matters to him, he added, “only if you want to.”

“…okay,” you murmured. gator wasn’t expecting that answer, so the look he gave you — his pupils starting to dilate with desire — sent a shiver down your spine.

he smiled dangerously as his large hand cupped your face. “you drive me crazy,” he whispered, before leaning in and kissing you desperately.

the kiss was hurried, but among all the passion building between the two of you, as gator slipped his tongue into your mouth and grabbed your thigh as if his life depended on it, you noticed he was doing it with a certain tenderness, even pride at being the first.

when he heard a little sound escape your lips, he couldn’t hold back any longer and grabbed your hips. you wrapped your legs around his torso, and he guided you to the bedroom, massaging your ass and kissing you even more fiercely.

“mhm… baby. c’mon, let me undress ya,” he said, setting you down on the bed and reaching for your shirt. once it was tossed into a corner of the room, you unclipped the bra, letting him see you.

“you’re gorgeous. can i touch them?” he asked on top of you, the only shred of lucidity leaving his body as you brought his hands to your chest.

“fuck,” he murmured as he lowered his head, circling your nipple with the tip of his tongue and leaving hickies all around it. “mine. you’re mine.”

you felt your cunt clench when you saw gator’s hand reach for your wrist, gripping the end of the bracelet tightly and pulling it, snapping it and flinging it to the floor, not caring where it landed. “i don’t want ya to have nothing from anyone else while i'm fuckin' you, doll”

the first moans came when he yanked your pants and underwear off in one go, his fingers dangerously close to your core “you don’t know how much i’ve dreamed of having you like this… at my mercy”

his fingers slid in gently, thanks to how wet you were from everything that had come before. when gator started massaging your clit with his thumb—always watching how you reacted—he withdrew his fingers after thrusting them inside you. you whimpered at the loss.

“no whining. i want to taste you,” he demanded, before leaning down and giving you a rough kiss right between your legs. he flattened his tongue and began to suck, all while still applying pressure to your clit.

“gates… please… umph… please,” you pleaded when you felt him start to fuck you with his tongue, grazing your sweet spot.

without taking his eyes off you, he pulled back slightly, his chin glistening with your juices. ”cum for me. let me soak up every drop of you, baby. come on, don’t make me wait”

and that’s exactly what you did. as soon as his mouth made contact with your most sensitive spot again, you melted, moaning his name, one hand holding him by his hair, which was ungeled and soft.

gator didn’t waste any time, moving up toward your mouth and whispering into it, “kiss me and taste yourself on me,” before leaning in and invading your mouth once more.

you were a mess of moans and cries of pleasure. you’d never experienced an orgasm like that before. when you saw gator stand up to unbutton his pants and take them off, you could only admire him, his toned body —a result of his work— making you even more aroused.

he just smiled shamelessly, standing completely naked before you. you could tell he was rock hard, with a drop of precum at the tip, which you could see better when he jerked his cock. you’d never noticed before that he was so…big.

unconsciously, you spread your legs a little wider, still dripping from the first cumshot, at which gator smiled, “good girl, gettin' ready for me.”

he positioned himself over you again, always careful not to hurt you, and stared intently into your eyes, as if seeking one last permission.

you silenced his doubts with a quick kiss, before you could feel his cock pressing against your entrance. you let out a small sound, a mix of pain and pleasure as he slid into you. “i know, doll, i know. come on, be a good girl for me. you’re so wet; it’s going to feel amazing when i’m balls deep inside ya.”

and you never thought he could be so right. after letting you get used to his size, he started moving his hips, thrusting deeper and deeper with each stroke. “so full of me… fuck,” Gator murmured, watching in awe as your tits bounced with every thrust.

after a couple of minutes, gator had picked up his pace, making you moan his name shamelessly as you also moved your hips in sync with his, hitting your sweet spot every time. “gator… ah… i’m gonna… please”

the moment gator slid his hand between you two, finding your clit and moving his two fingers over it, paying attention to it, you came for the second time that night, your cheeks flushed and your eyes teary with pleasure.

“shit… ah, you squeeze me so good. i’m going to fill you up...” he babbled nonsensically, before spilling his seed inside you, spurts of cum soaking your insides.

once you both came down from the climax, gator slowly pulled out of you, lying down beside you. “did you like it? did i hurt ya?” he asked, his voice tinged with a hidden care.

“…the best surprise. thank you, gates.”

“no... thank you for trustin' me. happy birthday, doll” he whispered, before reaching out his hand and gently stroking your hair, his breath still coming in short gasps.

thank you so much baby, here you go!! <3 hope you love it. → part 1 here!

i'm posting a quick one to let you know i'm back!! so i'll be catching up on all the requests that have piled up (feel free to keep sending me anything!)

tiktok pranks w/ joe ♡ (part 2)

pairing: joe keery x reader

summary: the best part about being in a relationship with someone like joe —who’s so head over heels for you that he’d never take any of your jokes the wrong way— is that you can use him as the subject of your tiktoks (which go viral instantly just because you’re the couple of the moment), and he’ll always play along, following your lead and doing whatever you say.

warnings: established relationship, pure fluff, use of pet names, no use of y/n in this one. a bit suggestive.

author’s note: hello!! i finally finished all of my exams yay, so here goes a second part of tiktok trends, lmk if you want a third one (and request ideas as well). remember that english is not my first language! it's not proofread so there may be some grammatical mistakes. and i hate capital letters so you won't find any of those on here lol.

word count: 1813

TELLING HIM YOU'RE DOING A NAKED YOGA CLASS

it was wednesday afternoon. you knew joe was waiting for his interview about the new movie and that he’d be bored, probably waiting for you to call or text him to talk about his day. and that’s what you did, but the poor guy had no idea that the most agonizing five minutes of his entire life were about to begin.

after the second ring, your boyfriend answered, “hi love. i miss you — i’m glad you called,” he said, in a soft tone.

you smiled like an idiot, even feeling a little bad about the prank you were about to play on him. “really? i miss you too, honey. am i catching you busy?”

“not at all. talking to you is a thousand times better anyway,” he said, still in that sweet tone, as if you’d just made his day just by pressing a button. “what are you doing?” he asked, wanting to hear more of your voice.

the prank was already starting. you took a deep breath. “nothing, i’m just getting things ready, and i’m about to get in the car and leave.”

“you’re leaving? where to?” he said, half captivated by your voice and by the idea of you telling him everything you wanted to.

“well, you’re not going to believe this. jenny does yoga on wednesdays, and she told me that the friend she used to go with has dropped out, she asked me if i wanted to go today for a trial session,” you said, feigning excitement.

“oh really? that’s cool. well, if you like it, you can sign up with her.”

you bit your lip, trying to come up with a line where you could slip in the joke: “that’s exactly what i said. since i’ve never done yoga before, i asked her what it was like, and she told me it’s pretty basic—stretching and stuff—so i put on the workout set you gave me and i’m going to give it a try”

and boy if joe remembered those leggings and the matching pink sports top, it drove him wild. “mhm, so that's the outfit, huh? it looks amazing on you.”

“thanks, honey,” you tried to hide the blush on your cheeks. “he told me all the girls are super nice and that the instructor explains everything calmly, so he doesn't mind that I'm a beginner.”

“well, that’s great then. what else did jenny tell you?” he asked, genuinely interested in your future hobby. and that doesn’t mean he didn’t notice you said ‘instructor.’ a guy. a guy teaching you stretches while you’re in your pink outfit. but joe took a deep breath, not wanting to show his jealousy over such a silly thing. after all, he’s an instructor and it’s all strictly professional, right?

“well, not much more. she also told me that since it’s the first wednesday of the month, it’s even better because every month they make the first week a more…special class,” you explained, holding back a laugh.

“really? that’s interesting. special like with different workouts and stuff?”

“well, yeah. she didn’t want to tell me much. it’s a special kind of yoga, where you really connect with your body. i’m a little embarrassed, but she says nate is very understanding”

nate. so that was the teacher’s name. ”embarrassed?” your boyfriend asked, not knowing where the conversation was headed.

it was time to drop the bomb.

”um… yeah, well. it’s nude yoga. it happens once a month and it’s for spiritual and physical connection, to feel liberated. you know.”

”no. what? no, what do you mean- why would you do nude yoga?”

“yeah, honey. i think i’m going to ask him before we start if i can at least keep my panties on because i’m a little shy about it”

“you keep your panties on and all your clothes. how- why...naked yoga?!”

“what’s the deal? jenny told me the teacher always helps with the poses, getting you stable and stuff.”

“hey, but what is this? what kind of pervert is that guy?” he said, and you could hear the slight anger in his tone, but mostly concern, because what you were suggesting was fucking weird. you tried to hold back your laughter.

“no, joe, really, honey, don’t worry, it’s—”

“can i go too? i like yoga as well, i love it actually”

“it’s just for girls”

“oh, but the teacher has to be a guy, right? are you messing with me?” he said, letting out an incredulous chuckle as you listened to him twirling his hair nervously.

you decided to finish him off before bursting out laughing “and they say that in the downward dog position, he helps you from behind, grabbing your hips to steady you. he’s a total pro.”

after a moment of silence, he spoke again: “sweetheart, i can do that to you. the whole doggy-style thing. in fact, i’m really good at it. you don’t need an instructor for that” even though he sounded a little annoyed, you could still hear that cocky smile in his voice.

“oh my god” you exclaimed, bursting into laughter as your cheeks flushed.

“don’t ever say something like that to me again, you almost gave me a heart attack, love,” he added, whispering, “i’ve got to get back to work, but you’ve given me an idea for later, when I get home.”

“what?”

“tonight we’re doing yoga, beauty. and i assure you it's gonna be a real naked class" and after his laugh and your embarrassed gasp, he hung up, leaving you with a look of disbelief. he has such a dirty mouth.

TELLING HIM 'YOU NEED IT'

you waited for the perfect moment, when your boyfriend had settled onto the couch, unwinding after a long day while watching cooking recipes on youtube. you’d slipped into the white silk pajamas you’d bought at the start of summer — the ones with embroidery on the chest— because you still remember the look on joe’s face when you tried them on at home.

you walked into the living room, moving quickly and recording with your phone, holding it casually but strategically so he’d be in the shot.

at first, you simply stood in front of him, looking at him suggestively.

when joe looked up, he smiled sweetly at you, not missing the pajamas. “hi, beautiful, do you need somethin’?"

“joe. i need it”

“what?”

“i need it. now. please,” you said, making your voice a little squeakier than normal while looking down at him on purpose.

“…yeah? right now?”

“please, honey. can you? i need it.”

you noticed the exact moment his pupils dilated as he flung his phone to the other end of the couch and stood up. “yeah, sure. bedroom, now” he said, with a hint of desperation in his tone.

you both headed for the stairs, but then you turned toward the entryway, grabbing your jacket. you almost burst out laughing when you saw your boyfriend standing on the stairs, heading toward the bedroom, while he fidgeted a little nervously with the hem of his t-shirt — a habit he had when he was getting in the mood and wanted you. “wh-what are you doing?”

“grab my coat and keys…? what are you doing?” you tried to feign confusion.

“i’m… heading to the bedroom.”

“why? i already have my wallet and everything. let’s go get dinner.”

“but… didn’t you need it?”

“yeah, chinese food. i needed noodles and spring rolls for dinner, i couldn’t take it anymore.”

“oh… okay. sure. let’s go,” he said, walking down the stairs very slowly and grabbing his coat, trying to cover the start of his boner.

when he saw you doubled over with laughter, unable to take it anymore and dropping everything, he let out a snort. “you can’t say that to me! you can't moaned 'joe i need it', for it not to be sex!”

“joe!”

“and with those pajamas…you’re evil,” he continued, moving closer to you, sticking his tongue out at the phone now, still focusing on you as he caressed your hips beneath the soft silk.

joe really did get his way that night.

SAYING 'I'M HERE WITH MY FRIEND' INSTEAD OF BOYFRIEND

you placed your phone on the table, propped up on a small tripod, while the two of you sat in the chairs you had set out. not long ago, you and your boyfriend had decided to read more, so you bought the first book in the 'a court of roses and thorns' series—one for each of you—to read together and encourage each other.

actually, it had been joe's idea to record a short review of the books as you finished them, so when the two of you were seated with the books in hand, you hit record.

“hi, everyone!”

“hello!”

“well, we’ve decided to read a little more this summer and we’ve started with this one,” you held it up to the camera, “and to motivate ourselves a little more, my friend and I have decided to share a bit of what we think of it,” you said, completely calm.

joe gave you a slightly weird look but let it slide, as he began to give his opinion on the plot and the character development. “what do you think, baby?,” and you had to bite your tongue to keep from smiling when joe emphasized the word baby.

“yeah, the truth is, i totally agree with what my friend is saying because it’s a plot that—”

“boyfriend,” he muttered, making sure it was audible in the video.

you decided to ignore him and extend his suffering “…and well, i also have to say that one of the best people to go to when you don’t know what to read is my friend, because—”

your words were cut short by a low sigh from joe, who suddenly wrapped an arm around your neck as he kissed you quickly, as if trying to leave his mark on your lips.

“what were you saying, girlfriend?

“wh-?” you stammered, still a little dazed by the kiss.

joe turned to the camera. “exactly that. boyfriend,” he pointed at himself. “girlfriend,” he pointed at you. “mine” he declared, moving a little closer to you. “and future wife if i'm lucky, so no ‘just a friend’ crap." he looked at you, more offended than angry.

“…wow. i think they got it, baby”

he smiled at the nickname “good girl. now, let’s save the review for another day, shall we?" he said, standing up to stop the video, pleased to have left you in a state of shock with his words.

unfortunately, as every year, we must continue fighting and advocating for all those who could not be free or were silenced, murdered, and humiliated.

we must also raise our voices for future generations, so that they can live in a more tolerant and open-minded world.

but above all, we must fight for ourselves. because we should have the option to listen to our hearts and be proud to live our orientation freely.

remember, if you're going through a period of self-discovery, you're not alone. you're not weird or dirty. you are valuable and you deserve sunshine, just like everybody else.

p.s: happy bisexual day ;)