Tops or Bottoms

add 🔁 for the situation to be reversed where possible (example: 🍂🔁 for my muse to fall on top of yours)

send 💗 for our muses to have to pretend to be in a relationship

send 🏩 for our muses to have to share a bed

send 🙊 for our muses to meet up in secret

send 💏 for our muses to kiss in order to hide their faces from somebody

send 🍹 to confess something to my muse while drunk (specify what is being confessed)

send 🍺 to kiss my muse while drunk

send 💁 for our muses to be stuck in a small space together

send 💃 for your muse to teach mine how to dance (or any other activity that involves a lot of touching)

send ® to catch my muse in a state of undress

send 🍂 for your muse to fall on top of mine

send 💬 for our muses to play truth or dare together

send 🍶 for our muses to play spin the bottle together

send 💌 for my muse to receive a secret admirer letter from yours

Mr Andrews is small town rich. Friends with the Harringtons and the Carvers and the other rich families of Hawkins. Also, like most of the dads in Hawkins, apparently, he's an abusive asshole who beats his boys.

Dom is on the basketball team with Steve and Billy, he's the same age as them. He's a typical basketball jerk, full of himself, at all the parties, sleeping with everyone, expecting the girls to fancy him (and the boys but he has to be more careful there). But it's all a front. All he wants is to make it through high school, keeping his dad happy enough he'll pay for college (he does NOT want to end up like Steve, working in a dead-end job because Daddy pulled his allowance). Then he's going to get out of here, sod his Father's expectations. Hawkins is too weird anyway.

Virgil "Verg" Andrews is the cousin of popular boy Dominic and weird nerd Sebastian Andrews. His father, their uncle, is the younger brother of Mr Edward Andrews. He is the same year as Seb, on the basketball team but only because its about the only sports team he can stand and its a good excuse to cut class...

A typical bad boy, he's had his fair share of run ins with Hopper (and he has to admit to being pretty sad when the old man "died") for drinking, partying, petty theft. He also buys drugs from Eddie Munson and knows Reefer Rick fairly well.

(‿ˠ‿) : For deep, hard and ruthless anal sex.

💋  : For oral sex, both giving and receieving.

(i)  : For deep, hard and ruthless vaginal sex.

THIS MUN ENCOURAGES THE FOLLOWING; 

you to send me all the memes you like; I may not always reply, and sometimes I will take a while to get to them but never be scared to send memes, even if there aren’t from a specific thing I’ve reblogged or we aren’t mutuals, memes are open to everyone. 

you to ask me questions if you like both IC or OOC, & IM me even if we AREN’T mutuals. 

you to turn any of our memes into threads.

you to send me Drabble or prompt requests.

you to remind me if I’ve forgot about our thread, I won’t be mad. Sometimes I need a kick up the ass. 

you to throw things at me even if we haven’t plotted it, throw starters, HCs you have for our muses, songs you want me to listen to, literally thrown anything you like at me okay. 

you to never feel like you need to reply or justify why you haven’t replied to me. If you don’t feel a thread, that’s cool sometimes it happens. I won’t be offended. 

you to come at me even if you’re not part of my fandom because I love cross overs. Some of my favourite threads are cross overs. 

what did they mean when they said ‘i can’t trust you’?

for months? you’ve been putting me through this for months?

how can you come back and even look me in the eye after all you’ve done

you didn’t mean that, right? please tell me you didn’t mean that

you swore you wouldn’t leave, you promised

after everything we’ve been through? seriously?

did i ever even know you?

please don’t do this, you’re all i’ve left

it wasn’t like that, it was us against you from the beginning

i was never on your side to begin with, don’t you get that?

but i’m doing this for you, for us, doesn’t that count for anything?

i know what you did, don’t even try

wait, how do you know about that

was it you? did you tell them? did you tell them the one thing i begged you not to?

i trusted you with my life, i trusted you with everything i had!

fuck, i regret ever having even met you

so, it was all a lie? nothing of what we went through mattered to you?

you could have stabbed me at least a thousand times before this, why now?

why didn’t you just kill me when you had the chance, huh?

did you have fun? did you enjoy yourself, pretending to be my friend?

i don’t want to hear it, i don’t care why you did it

we took you in, we cared for you, and this is what you were after the entire time?

i should have listened when they told me to stay away from you

the people i cared about… gone, all because of you and some stupid plan

you don’t get it, this is the only way, okay?

maybe if you learnt how to prioritise better, you would actually understand why i had to do this

i never meant to hurt you, it may have been a lie at first, but please, you have to believe me

tell me i imagined you leaving, tell me none of this happened and i’ll believe you

i’d rather die than be stuck with a traitor any moment longer

we all depended on you, how could you do this to us?

is it my fault you trust so foolishly and willingly?

i’m sorry, i know it’s meaningless now, but please, know i’m sorry

you’ll understand one day, you’ll understand i never actually meant to hurt you

you don’t even look dejected, do you enjoy playing with other people’s lives?

you took everything from me, you fucking bastard

i wish i’d have killed you when they told me to

you’re meant for so much more, why cry when you could join me?

i had to make you trust me, you would have never come this far, otherwise

there are far bigger things at stake here than your broken heart

why do you even care so much? you were using me just the same!

so i was right about you after all, i’m glad i never fully trusted you

you know what? you’re nothing more than a lesson to me now, so fuck off