#and i’m just sitting here like 👁️👄👁️
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I hear your “I’m so excited for tlovm season 2! It’s going to be so fun!” and I raise you “The central theme of this season is bone-deep crushing guilt and grief”
#to be clear this is NOT at all a complaint#im so ready for the emotional damage that's going to ensue aaaAAA#how will they adapt certain moments that completely altered my brian chemistry? will they make me cry just like they did in the campaign?#who fucking knows!! we’re living la vida loca in a world where nothing bad ever happens before season 2 drops#but i watched the cast interviews and everyone is like ‘haha yeah my character’s main conflict is the bone deep guilt they grapple with!’#and i’m just sitting here like 👁️👄👁️#for a moment i gaslit myself into thinking this season was just percahlia and grog and craven edge sitcom and zahra and kash smh#critical role#tlovm#the legend of vox machina#tlovm season 2#tlovm s2#lovm#legend of vox machina#vox machina#andis thought geyser
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The fact I’ve been following @maddieandchimney one day and this anon shit is happening is just blowing my mind a bit 😭
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“Do you think I can be a better wife?” - {Monster Trio + Law}
Luffy
“Huh???” He cocks his head to the side in confusion wondering where this was coming from. “Why do you ask that?” He asked jumping down from wherever he came from so that he was standing right infront of you. “I don’t know, I feel like I don’t do enough for you.” You admitted placing your finger on your chin trying to come up with ideas to help your husband. He looked at you like this 👁️ 👄 👁️. “You do a lot for me. You make sure I’m fed properly, you give me head pats when I do something good. You do that things with your lips when I ask. YOU EVEN AGREED TO HAVE A BABY WITH ME!” He yelled looking down at the small child standing behind your leg. “Y-Yeah but I wanted a baby too so that doesn’t count. You’re literally you.” You said rubbing the top of your child’s head and watching him run away, “I like what you do Y/n, no need to go changin.” You sighed about to walk away not feeling satisfied it he wrapped his arms around you and peppered your face with kisses.
Zoro
“DO YOU HAVE TO ASK ME THAT NOW?!” He yelled clashing swords with another swordsman, you looked at him with an empathetic smile and nodded your head. “Yes, this is the only time your focus is only on me.” You said not caring that he rolled his eyes quickly getting rid of the guy so that he could have a moment to look at you. “Why do you think you’re not a good wife?” He asked holding his swords to the side being careful to not hurt you. “You know, a marriage is basically like a partnership. You do so much for me especially when it comes to protection but I can’t help in any of those ways.” He sighed quickly taking out a pirate that was behind you then putting his swords away and rested his hands against you cheeks. “You protect me in many ways. Like when I’m napping, you always sit there with me and cover my face from the sun no matter how long I’m out for. And when I’m working out in the nest you sit by my side reading to make sure that I don’t hurt myself. Recently when I wasn’t feeling unwell because of a small cold you took care of me yourself. You protect me everyday with the small things so let me protect you with the big and scary things.” He said pressing a kiss on your forehead, “your my big and scary things.” You innocently said looked up at him and the blush on this man’s cheeks were deeppppp.
Sanji
“What makes you think that my love?” He asked setting the plate of snacks down infront of you then casually took the seat next to you after making sure the stove and stuff was off. “I know how much you want kids and I’m sorry my fertility is bad, maybe I pissed off the fertility god or something but I feel like all I do in this marriage is take take take.” He smiled looking at your flustered face then grabbed the hand that held your wedding band, he brought it up to his lips gently kissing it then holding it up to his chest. “You think that makes you any less of a woman? No. If you want kids there are always other options and baby it’s not like you’re infertile, your eggs are just weaker than most but that doesn’t mean you can’t carry a baby. I can’t believe you let this weigh down on you like this Y/n.” He sighed moving pieces of your hair behind your ear, “I just want to make you happy Sanji.” You said and blood started leaking from his nose, you quickly grabbed a napkin that you always keep nearby for moments like these. “You always make me happy just being here.” He admits cleaning his face up then pressing a soothing kiss on your forehead.
Law
“I don’t have time for your jokes today Y/n.” He said not even looking up from his desk, you sighed rubbing your arm in nervousness ready to leave him be. He happened to glance up noticing something was wrong and stopped you before you had the change to leave the room. He had you sit on his lap while his hand idly rubbed along your backside. “What’s wrong?” He asked and you let out a small sigh while fiddling with the tip of his hat, he could tell you were dodging him and he didn’t like it. “Y/n-ya I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” You covered your face in embarrassment not wanting to look at him while you spoke, “I just feel like a horrible wife is all.” “Why?” The amount of confusion he felt was evident. “Because, I just do! Being a warlords wife is a big deal.” You said panicking a bit saying the statement that out loud, maybe you thought your husband was changing and you were scared. “Nothing has to change, I’m still the same person, I’m your husband Trafalgar Law and you’re my wife Y/n Law. Warlord is just a title, I’m the same man you married four years ago.” You nodded your head blushing at his words and smiled as he pulled you in for a kiss.
#luffy x you#luffy#monkey d. luffy#luffy x y/n#straw hat luffy#one piece luffy#op luffy#zoro imagine#roronora zoro#zoro x reader#one piece zoro#zoro x you#pirate hunter zoro#op zoro#op sanji#black foot sanji#vinsmoke sanji#sanjionepiece#black leg sanji#one piece sanji#op trafalgar law#trafalgar d law x reader#one piece law#trafalgar law#one piece trafalgar law#law x y/n#one piece#one piece x reader#one piece x y/n#one piece x you
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Rochester feeling personally attacked or offended by Jane… a thread:
Rochester: “do you think me handsome?
Jane: “no sir”
Rochester: 👁️👄👁️
Rochester: “it’s nearly 4am go back to your room the servants will be up soon”
Jane: “okay goodnight”
Rochester: “WHAT? YOU’RE LEAVING ME?”
Jane: **leaves the party Rochester forced her to be at…**
Rochester: “why didn’t you come speak to me🧍♂️”
Jane: “I don’t know or speak to any of the men here”
Fortune Teller Rochester: “Will you say that of the master of this house!?”
Jane: “he’s not here”
Rochester: “so I just don’t exist now. does that exclude him?🥲”
Jane: “I am back, my aunt is dead”
Rochester: “gone from me a whole month and forgetting me quite I’ll be sworn”😔
Jane: “I anticipate you’ll love me for about 3 months after we marry then I hope you at least like me after that”
Rochester: “WHA-(don’t cry Eddie😭💔) HOW DARE YOU SULLY MY LOVE FOR YOU JANE… TAKE IT BACK NOW😡”
Rochester: “I’m sorry Jane plz forgive me with a kiss🥺🥰”
Jane: “I’d rather not”
Rochester: “hard little thing”😠
Rochester: “it’s the last night of our engagement plz have dinner with me🥺”
Jane: “no”
Rochester: “Do I eat like a pig that you are repulsed to eat with me?😔”
Jane: “I’m just not hungry but I’ll sit with you”
Rochester: “yay😁”
Rochester: “if you were mad do you think I should hate you?”
Jane: “yes”
Rochester: “THEN YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME OR THE SORT OF LOVE WHICH I AM CAPABLE OF😡… prepare for one of the most romantic quotes you’ll ever hear🥹”
Jane: “St. John is young and very handsome… he’s tall, blonde, and with a Grecian profile”👀🤭
Rochester: “Damn him”😡 “fine Jane go marry this cousin the husband you have chosen😔”
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9. part-time soulmate, full-time problem
Summary: Rumor has it, that hometown hero-turned-teacher Steve Harrington is hot for teacher. The English teacher next door to him at Hawkins High, who also happens to be his childhood friend, that is.
Pairing: Steve Harrington x chaotic!dumbass reader
Warnings: No use of y/n - reader goes by the nickname Trouble instead, cursing, sexual situations - SMUT & idolatry (my usual bullshit), we think we’re ~prank Sinatra~ to disastrous effect i.e. a fake elopement, Modern!Teacher AU, English teacher reader, History teacher Steve, slow burn, friends to lovers, romance.
A/N: hey girl, u up? lemme come thru 💦💦💦 🥵🥵🥵 *slaps roof of fic* You can fit so much reverence and smut in this bad boy. Here’s 5.1K of pure filth and debauchery, holy water can’t help me now! Poetry excerpt from Sue Zhao. 18+ mature content (minors dni). Reblogs, comments, and likes are always appreciated, please let me know what you thought; enjoy & thanks for reading! 💜
series masterlist | playlist - newly updated!
Steve's playlist for Trouble: trouble will find me
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Now, Spring Break, Joshua Tree, CA ➡️ Las Vegas, NV
“You did what?”
And it’s not a question, not by a long shot.
If Nancy Wheeler wasn’t some 1,800 miles from you, you’d be seeing the patented snarl right now. The one that says ‘you’ll be dead by my hand and my hand alone.’
There’s a very real possibility that you’ve overplayed your hand this time. What started as a prank, a harmless lark, had devolved into one screeching phone call from Steve’s mother for him and a blistering series rapid-fire of texts for you, followed by a phone call during which Nancy was going to rip you a new asshole.
She didn’t appreciate your texts as you’d hoped.
Trouble 👁️👄👁️: so BDE is not *just* an energy with Steve. got it, good to know.
Natty light 💯: She lives! We haven’t heard from you in days. Wtf did you idiots do?
Trouble 👁️👄👁️: nothing to be concerned about! on an unrelated note, before you check insta remember that i am your BESTIE and you would miss me terribly(!!!) if i died, even if it was at your own hand
Natty light 💯: … I’m going to kill you, and resurrect your dessicated corpse so I can strangle you … slowly and painfully
Trouble 👁️👄👁️: pls mother, no, i’m scared
But hey, it’s not like you woke up and decided to potentially fuck up your life today.
So, yeah. Definitely went too far with it this time, but in your defense, it’s not like anyone was there to reign you in. Steve was just as liable to go on with your half-cocked schemes, even more so now that you could sit back on your heels, all pretty smiles and wide, sweet eyes as your hands unbuckle his belt, still supplicated with chin on his knee, “You said anything...”
Folded like a house of cards the second you got your mouth on him. Shudders when you begin with your tongue first before eager lips stretch to fit him, guiding until he’s nestled in your mouth. And then you move, deliberately measured, building a lazy pace, sluicing him up with spit.
“Ah, shit…” Steve’s words are already betraying him. You smile as his cock pops out of your mouth.
“How’s that? Still wanna make that dinner reservation?” Thick lashes framing glittering doe-eyes peer up at him. Purposely coy. “Or do you want to stay here?”
He returns to himself. Dazed, he blinks at the bright lights and the glossy tiled floor. The marble countertop of the sink where he grips like a lifeline.
The restroom down the hall of the restaurant. Turn a corner and twenty people are sitting at tables, drinking cocktails and cajoling. Your mouth back on him wipes the thoughts from his brain.
Squelching when you push him back past your molars, crushing your tongue.
You slide him out, voice hoarse and breathy and it chills him to the bone the way you whisper, “C’mon baby, let’s have some fun.”
The second day in California runs a lot more smoothly, and the third day is as easy as a breeze. Granted, it’s a hot, humid, sticky type of desert breeze as you wipe a hand across your forehead in the heat of the day.
Steve hums a patient tune, leans back on both palms and you watch the sunlight drape his bare chest in a warm flare. Glowing gold and bronze as if it’s transmuted from the hue in his very eyes.
He is hard and hot when your bare skin touches his. Steve lies down on his side to face you, panting slightly as you glide your hand up and down his arm. Oh fuck, it’s been months and the first man you touch is more like something carved by a master sculptor of Renaissance than any other man. It should be illegal for someone to look this good.
Trembling, you touch the hard planes of his torso, the ridges in his abdomen, the swell of his chest taking hard breaths. You shut your eyes and imagine the way he looks right now—breathless and wild. His knee parts your legs easily and one hand descends to feel your center, saturating your underwear.
“Jesus, baby,” Steve sighs into your neck. “You’re makin’ me crazy. This–” He begins to slide his digits up and down, getting the slippery wetness all over his fingers, “Already…”
A shudder rolls through your body upon hearing his words and you arch into his touch, moaning when he rubs your clit in perfect pulsing circles. He moves forward, kissing the tops of your breasts through your bra, nipping at the soft flesh spilling from the cups.
“Steve, you’ll make me come.” You admit, a little shyly even as your hips rock consciously into his hand. You paw at his arms, squeezing the ridges of muscles.
And you’re abruptly startled awake by the sound your own moans. It’s past four in the morning when you rouse from sleep, frustrated to leave behind the pleasant escape the dream provided.
Damn it all to hell.
A creak of the wood door alerts you to his arrival. Steve is quiet when he sits on your bed, one knee pulled up to his chest while the other leg slinks down by your side, thigh brushing yours where your legs kicked off the covers. A sigh rolls through him at the early hour.
There is discomfort. His body retreats with the shift of your atmosphere. Always too itchy in your own skin. Afraid of being seen, noticed, thought about. He’s good at hearing your silence. Good at reading your language.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
He glistens like a god come to drown you in the sweetest of dreams. It makes your heart plummet to its death at the thought of his departure when you shake your head.
“Me neither.”
He lays back on your bed with a tired sigh, close enough to touch. Your own personal wonder.
“C’mere then,” you tug him to your side. Steve presses his lips to your neck, smiles into the wispy hair at the nape, nuzzles your locks aside to reveal more shoulder. Breathing soft and slow with his face against your neck, chest to your chest. He’s folded and tucked against you, all his strength and gravity nestled to your side.
“Honey—” Steve murmurs, more purposefully now, rasps your name, so soft and reverent you almost don’t hear it.
A confused noise, a second of readjustment to a new position, to his touch, and then you stir and purr.
“Hey, you.” Voice like warm fire, even with disrupted sleep from past few days.
A heavy silence falls between you.
Tell me what you’re thinking. If it was a mistake, tell me. If it wasn’t, tell me. You’ve been avoiding me and look—I want your goddamn babies, but c’mon. You gotta throw me a bone, I’m shit at reading signs.
He wants to take you to pieces, eyes roving your sleep-drowsy form, shorts rucked up on your thighs, shirt askew. Would devour you whole if you’d let him, savor your cries and moans at his capable hands. Make a ruin you only to build you right back up, unable to think of anyone else save him.
Steve arches, brushing the tip of his nose against your chin, up to your own nose, mouth hovering but not quite touching, just feeling each other’s atmosphere. You cross the distance and kiss him, grip tighter now like he could collapse right into you and god, you wish he could. Let you keep every last bit of him forever.
“Can we—”
You savor his lips, caressing the line of his cupid’s bow with your own, tongue flicking over the corners of his mouth, punctuating it chastely like a ritual. He moans, hand on the plane of your back moving, fingers scrambling at your spine before he palms your thigh and slots you flush against his torso with one leg hooked around his waist.
“God yes. Lemme just—”
He tugs at the waistband of your sleeping shorts before he changes his mind and his hands slip into the leg opening of the silk instead, keeping you right where you are. He rucks his own sweats down, just enough to spring himself free, shushing your whines, never letting you get too far, slipping upward, finding your heat.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
“Okay, Steve—ah—”
Right. So this is happening. Like, right the fuck now.
Oh god.
You’re both surprised and terrified, blinking at his urgency, and then you start scrambling, too. A beatific grin blooms on your lips before you tip forward and slowly glide yourself down his considerable size, rubbing back and forth, hips moving easily.
Steve stutters breathlessly like he might go into shock. “You’re all fucking— oh fuckin’ hell.”
You only arch into it, holding his chin between your thumb and forefinger, kissing the bristles of his jaw. You’re soft and warm and he’s utterly overcome. Little noises fall from one mouth to another. An awkward shift and your thighs slip off his, head knocking into him, but neither of you are bothered.
A half-hearted cluck of your tongue gives way to a low moan and you shuffle, flush against his chest, bare bodies warm and growing hotter now. Your palm rubs down his chest, savoring the rougher feel of his hairs there, contrasting your own skin, grasping his jutting hipbones, the strong plane of his abdomen.
Eager fingers slip between flesh. Velvet and surprisingly slick and wrapping around his digits like syrupy flower petals. “Baby girl,” Steve hums at the way you sigh. “Pretty girl.”
Shudders. You’re weak and boneless, slack and supple, pliant to his fingers and words. Little sweet-talker, you never knew he had such a clever tongue until he first slid it against yours in that fevered kiss in December. Now he’ll know all your weaknesses, know every lock and how to pick them until you’re all the way opened up for him.
It’s hard to focus when he’s like this. Perfectly warm. Perfectly adoring. Perfectly fitted. So, so bright with the faintest pink bursting over his cheeks.
You whimper with his every stroke. Every plunge. His other hand runs itself up the nape of your neck, fingertips in your scalp and you arch like a cat for more.
“So good,” Steve praises, “Nice and tight, squeezin’ around me. All wet for me, aren’t you?”
“Uh— mhm.” Inarticulate noises. Woozy and wrapped in his affection.
His eyes– pupils blown wide, half-hooded with lust and love– immobilize you, memorizing every inch of your face. He smiles. Christ, a smile that could launch a thousand ships. That could blind the whole world.
You curse quietly, blood pounding in your ears, your chest, your throat where he latches on with his perfect mouth, marking you up with his spit quickly followed by his teeth.
“Keep going—oh, don’t stop–“
“You want it like this, honey?” He sucks on your collar, on your shoulder, taking every whimper and cry as a command to continue.
They flower all over your chest. Red and purple and swollen bright for everyone to see—just like him. And the very thought of him, of you, lost to it takes you over the edge, calling his name like you’re at an altar in supplication.
“That’s it, honey. Be a good girl and come for me.”
With a tremble that vibrates all the way to into Steve’s soul, you obey. Onto his hips and abdomen, gushing a little, and with some embarrassment that it happened all so quickly.
Your lids flutter open and you see as Steve hitches himself deeper, grinding his hips, gripping your thighs, and fills you all the way up until the stars behind your eyes whites out your vision, making you stutter and keen as you continue to fall apart.
Then he stills, pulling you even closer, body slick with dew in the early morning light. The two of you lie in perfect symmetry, trembling in each other’s arms.
And because you’re a sap with too much poetry rattling around your brain, all that pops into your head is:
In my dreams I am kissing your mouth and you’re whispering ‘where have you been?’ I say, ‘I’ve been lost but I’m here now. You’re the only person who has ever been able to find me.’
You allow yourself to sink into the feeling, expecting the tight fit of something new but finding that not to be the case at all. But rather brushing against something well-worn, as if it had been waiting for you all this time.
“God, Steve—” you rasp. “You’ve been holding out on me.”
Steve laughs low, kisses the blooming bruises up and down your neck, makes you whine again, sensitive and aching. His clever tongue wonders sweetly, “How’s staying in bed all day sound?”
You laugh. He’ll learn everything you like. Know all your weaknesses. How can you say no to something like that?
It’s different, almost tender in the afternoon.
His abs clench in time with his fists, wet fingers digging into his palms, bit-back groans barely contained. You keep going, marveling at the way he’s sensitive, kissing his neck, letting him feel good. Steve begins to protest, embarrassed at the way you’re moving, at how he’s powerless against you.
“S-slow—hold on—“
“Let me do it, Stevie.” He’s so hard it hurts. “I wanna learn everything you like.”
Jesus. Fucking. Christ. Steve holds himself to calm down, other hand steadying your teasing. Nothing’s happened yet, you just started back up again after a late breakfast, having slept soundly through the morning, and he might already blow his whole fucking load.
“Okay—just—will you give me a second–”
Using the position you’re already in, he pushes you up against the mattress and guides you back down, hitching your thighs around his hips, sinking a bit at a time until you’re landing on him with a gasp. He eases into you with what he hopes is restraint, letting you have it slow, feeling you shudder from inside your goddamn bones with every further inch until he takes it away and you shimmy down to the hilt.
Your eyes roll back. And you look perfect.
“Was it good?” He blurts, “With Eddie?”
He doesn’t know why it slips out; he never thinks about it, honest. It was a series of hook ups. A few times over the years—and he’s not jealous like that because you’re all adults, and it’s not like he’s a virgin or an ascetic, either. You freeze, but he really is an idiot because instead of apologizing or rectifying that outburst, he cuts you off.
“I can give it to you better.”
Because Steve wants to. He really does.
He presses onward before you can respond, taking hold of what little courage he has, making you whimper, feeling prouder as he goes. Another one and you’re meeting him with a roll of your own hips. Another one, harder now, and you’re shaking down below him, tipping back into the pillows, grinding recklessly with that exhilaration he adores.
“Baby, you feel amazing.” Tongue-tied like a schoolboy, he’s keening after your words. “Can I have you all the time?” And Jesus wept who knew you could talk so sweet and filthy.
“Yeah, sweetheart,” Steve promises, his jaw hanging open in awe, “I’m yours. You can have me as much as you want— anytime.”
You bite your lip, skin of it pulled taut and snapping back bruised, light-headed and reeling. Glistening across your collarbones with his spit, body trembling like a high note. He feels it— just a little more— god, you look incredible— he’s gotta hold out for this— and then—fuck.
It’s wet and divine when you come. Slick and tight, dragging him under as you ride out your orgasm, pulling him in like he belongs in you forever.
And he knows. He knows, he knows, he knows.
Steve could die happy seeing your face like this every day.
Two weeks prior…
“Eddie…tell me the truth,” You ask slowly, folding clothes (well, that’s a generous term— it’s more haphazardly tossing and bundling laundry into your open suitcase). “It’s good, isn’t it? Shawty, tell me what that thang do!”
You waggle your brows, make a V-shape with your fingers, and lewdly run your tongue up and down between them. Steve thinks he sees you looking at him, but he feels himself flushing at your comment and pretends like he’s enthralled with the most recent episode of Keeping Up with the Kardashians. Half-keeping an eye on you to make sure you actually pack actual pajamas and pants for this trip.
“Dude. Stop it.” Eddie groans, knowing you’re all too familiar with his endowments and prowess from previous experience.
Whomever currently was getting the Eddie Munson midnight special was having a helluva time.
You lob a pair of leggings toward your suitcase, “Kobe!”
You miss.
Eddie cackles, “How’re you gonna disrespect a legend like that, and miss?!”
“Okay!” Steve yells, pushing you off the couch in the living room, “That’s enough of that. I’m going for a run.”
Landing on your shoulder with a grunt, you brush away the rough sting of the carpet and catch the last second of his shadow before he’s gone from the room.
“What?” You call, projecting your voice and hoping he hears, “What’d I do? Steve!”
The scrape of the chair legs signals Eddie standing up, too. A shake of his head and he crosses his arms over his chest.
“You know,” he starts, “For all your insight, you’re pretty dense.”
There’s nothing in your head but sawdust and thoughts about his… activities under the sheets his flavor of the month. You shake it out of your brain before it lingers too long. Eddie points sharply down the hall to where Steve’s shadow has slipped out of view and hearing-distance.
“You know he likes you, right?”
Uh? Your brain is the mac loading wheel, just spinning. “Of course he does? We’re buddies?”
Eddie cuffs you in the back of the head, “Get it together. Like is putting it lightly, too. Love is closer to the truth.”
“Now,” Eddie leans over you, menacing you with his height. “How about you go listen to the record he gave you and think about what you’ve done, hmm?”
Then, he saunters off, shaking his head all the while, leaving you to gape down the hall like a fish. Steve? In love? With you?
Flashes explode in your brain like fireworks. His jacket over your shoulders—not the first time. Sitting underneath your legs— nearly tradition. Morning errand runs even though he hates them. The banter—him, scolding your motor-mouth, you— never stopping. Circles he rubs on your knees— the laughter—damn it, so much laughter.
Steve? In love? With you? It’s more likely than you think.
Back in your bedroom and chastened, you wait until the front door closes signaling Steve’s exit. Turning to the wall dedicated to your impassioned analytical skills, you eye the various colors of yarn showing the various connections that could be drawn from the song choice and order in which they were placed.
Printed out pages of lyrics have been annotated to death, some phrases scrawled more largely than others for importance. You stare at the wall for the better part of an hour, long enough to come to the end of the playlist. Sufjan Stevens rhapsodizes on the mystery of love and fades into Matt Berninger singing how he needs his girl.
A gasp. A choke and a wail somewhere deep inside your chest as you slowly, methodically begin removing the pins and pages from your wall. Realization settling on you heavy with mood.
Clearly, this was not some bush-league bullshit.
Hesitant, but growing in the knowledge that Steve, your best friend whom you annoy to no end, is irrefutably and undeniably in love with you. You’d have seen it sooner if you weren’t such a dumbass, all the signs had been there just lying in wait. The front door opens once more, his voice calling out to Robin in the kitchen about dinner.
“Steve.” You light out of your room, tearing down the hallway. “Stevie! Steve! I’m sorry! Steve oh my god! I’m a fuckup!”
You trip on the corner of the floor runner, as he turns, slightly confused, one hand reaching out to catch you as you careen into his chest with a thunk.
You must look a wreck, hair in disarray and panting hard, him sweat-slick, bearing your weight as he sets you right on your feet.
Steve raises an eyebrow, blinks at the way the front of your shirt slides from your shoulder and takes his ear buds out, looking at you like you’re a first-rate idiot.
And well ... he’s not wrong.
The flight to Vegas is painless, though you are put out at having to leave the love nest that bloomed like a night flower in the Californian desert. A lazy, slow start to the day. Sticky and sweet like biting into a ripe peach, juices flowing down against sun-warmed skin.
His hand pulling at yours, guiding you through the crowds of the airport, looking back to you frequently, as if he can’t bring himself not to. One hour later and viva, Las Vegas!
As it turns out, it’s fairly easy to fake a Vegas elopement. Just a matter of subterfuge and a wedding chapel, which are a plenty in Clark County. Steve in a suit (“You weren’t even wearing a tie, Steven! Who gets married looking like that!?”), rotating the signet of his ring out of sight, the ‘H’ resiting against the underside of his ring finger so just the band was visible.
You in a dress, something white and off the rack from Neiman’s, your ring, courtesy of Steve, moved from your right hand to your left. Sapphire earrings as your something blue, Manolo Blahnik pumps in your favorite color, a gift from Steve, as your something new.
A well-timed call to Jonathan, he was in town for a shoot and just so happened to have a few hours to kill. An appointment at the Graceland Wedding Chapel and 250 dollars later, you have yourself a believable elopement, no marriage certificate required.
Even drove out to the Red Rock Mojave desert outside of town for a photoshoot courtesy of one Jonathan Byers, professional photographer. By the time you’d made it back to your room at the Wynn that night, he’d already done a rough edit of a few photos for you to post to the ‘gram. Piece of cake, really.
It was all well and good. Steve even let you tag him and posted his favorite images himself, miracle of miracles. The man does jack shit with social media, claims he only has the account for the groupchats and memes. Captioned it something like ‘married AF’ because he’s a dork; first photo in the carousel was a shot of your hands, showing off the new bling with the wedding chapel sign in the background.
You opted for the more truthful, ‘ew, boy. you’re, like, obsessed with me’ and selected a photo where your legs wrapped around Steve’s hips after he’d told you to ‘time to giddy-up, yeah?’ with a wink and caught you in his arms before kissing you stupid. You were quite pleased with yourself until the phones began to ring.
“Jus’ ignore it, honey.” His teeth pull against your bottom lip, bringing your attention back to him. You screw your eyes shut, hand falling to cup the nape of his neck as his lips continue their mapping of your skin. Purposefully, he plays with a lock of your hair, tucks it behind your ear, and lets his finger ghost over your neck. “Gonna kiss you now,” you murmurs, “Doin’ some of my best work here and you’re missing it.”
He pouts.
Your throat clenches, bobbing with a thick swallow and Steve thinks if this wasn’t so tender and sweet, he’d be latching onto that pulse instead. “Okay…” Your mouth parts expectantly, eyes fluttering closed, hand coming up to caress his jaw.
It’s sublime. It’s perfect. It’s the biggest relief he’s ever felt when you return his touch—parting your lips to receive the tip of his tongue against yours. Thirst. Desperation. Enthusiastic limbs scrambling to feel more of him. A bucking of your hips against his thigh and he’s soaring up into heaven with the sensation.
Except the damn phone won’t stop ringing.
“Steve,” you pant, hand reaching up to fist his hair and pull him from your the sensitive spot he’s located behind your ear. As you tangle your fingers in his mane of hair, securing your grip with a tug, he breaks contact with your slick skin with a strangled moan.
Oh.
You file that particular reaction away for further investigation and direct his attention to the loudly ringing phone on the nightstand. He rolls off of you with an exasperated noise and answers the call in a sulk. “Hi, Ma.”
His expression changes so quickly you nearly have whiplash; lazy and pouty one moment to shocked silent in the next while his mother lectures him, a mile a minute. Eyes cutting to you, he grabs your phone from the same table and holds it in font of you to unlock it via Face ID. You roll your eyes and bat him away, taking a slug of water from the glass on your bedside table.
“Shit,” Steve mutters, putting himself on mute and his mom on speaker as he scrolls through your phone. “Holy fucking shit, nonono.”
You lean over and take a peek. He’s thumbing through Facebook, pupils blown wide in shock at the sheer number of notifications on his accidental post. Because yes, Steve accidentally cross-posted the photos from Instagram to Facebook as an update, like genius.
“Are you fucking kidding me!?”
He drops your phone on the bed when it starts to ring, like it’s a venomous thing that could take him down in one strike.
Sheepishly, he looks to you and mouths ‘I’m so sorry’ as he returns to his mother’s raging diatribe.
After checking the caller ID, you answer, voice flat. “Hello.”
“You little scamp,” Eddie tuts, “Stole my idea of eloping in Vegas and everything, I hate you.”
In spite of yourself, you crack a smile. “It’s a prank, babe.” A sigh as you pull your hair up and off of your shoulders. “Not legally binding at all. Having Byers on deck really sold the idea though.”
“You are the absolute worst, Trouble.” You warm at his soft laughter, “What’d you do to get Steve to agree? Drop to you knees all nice and pretty?”
A swell of pride accompanies the rush of heat at the thought of your earlier rendezvous. “Y’know Eds, I did exactly that. How perceptive of you.”
He cackles. “It’s tried and true for a reason, babe.” Steve is nodding furiously at whatever his mother is yammering on about, bare back toward you as he sits on the edge of the bed.
A push and a slide across the rumpled sheets and you’ve wrapped around him like a vine. His thumb rubs at your ankle, pulling your leg to envelop his hip. Opposite arm dangling across his chest as you press your face into his neck, revelling in his scent—cypress, vetiver, and something slight musky tinged with salt. All warm and pliable.
“Nance may have called in some reinforcements.” Eddie says carefully. “I told her to fuck off, but she’s beyond reason at this point.”
“Whaddya mean?”
He sighs, “Just be on the lookout for an angry lesbian, alright?”
You snort, drawing Steve’s attention. He twists in your hold, phone discarded on the table finally, fingers trailing tantalizingly up and down your sides. Pushes you back against the bed, chin resting on your sternum as you talk with Eddie, head tilted as he listens.
Begging off the phone call, you say your goodbyes. “Hey,” Eddie says before you go, voice soft and warm, “You happy babe? You sound it.”
“Yeah,” you turn your head and grin at the ridiculousness of your life. Steve follows your lips, his own blazing a trail across your chest and up to meet your shoulder. “I’m really happy, Eds.”
Steve plucks the phone from your hand, “Bye Munson!” He sings before ending the call and unceremoniously dropping your phone on the floor.
And Steve never thought a person was supposed to laugh so hard during sex, or maybe that’s just your own brand of love, but he doesn’t want to find out with anyone else.
It’s the fifth time, and Steve’s dick is about to fall off—how are you still doing this—just a few thrusts in when the banging on the door frightens the both of you into your clothes.
Robin swings it open and Steve is desperately tucking himself into his pants before—please, no.
“It smells like ass in here!” She hollers, “The hell have you two been—oh my god.”
“Shut up, Rob!” You respond from the corner of the room, head ripping through the neck hole of a shirt, legs wiggling into a pair shorts. Steve is still shirtless, hoping he might spontaneously combust.
“Oh my god,” Robin whispers again, “Oh… my god.” She sputters on the verge of either eruption or death.
“You freaky little—” she hisses, before screaming, “Oh fuck no! I’m here picking your asses up. Got on a flight at ass o'clock from Indy— you're butt-ass-naked in here—” She stands ram-rod straight, hands on her hips angrily. “I’m tellin’ on you.”
“Telling on?! What are you, five!? You’re so annoying, Rob!”
“Annoying? What’s annoying is—I’m exhausted! And well— you're exhausted too, huh?”
“I hate you.”
She snickers, high-fiving herself before crossing her arms, “Now get your freaky asses outside so I can go home and drink myself into forgetting I ever saw Harrington’s dick.”
You pat her on the shoulder, “It’s nice, huh?”
Robin dry-heaves, “Uh-uh. That’s enough. Go wash your damn hands.”
A few minutes later, Steve closes the door to the now-silent hotel room, damp with sweat and the lingering aroma of musk. Robin trots on ahead, leading the pair of you through the lobby and out into the dry desert heat.
His hand pulls at yours, reassuring and warm. A small smile blooms across your face and you allow yourself to revel in it for a moment: heading home with Steve, can't even bring yourself to be all that mad at Robin's antics.
Not when he turns back to check on you, all tan skin and that devastating smile. Tugs you closer as Robin flags down the Uber, lays his lips against yours, and kisses you with a sweetness only he could bring.
Oh yeah, you think tangling your free hand in his shirt. This'll do just fine.
#steve harrington fanfiction#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington smut#reader insert#teacher!steve#the kids aren't alright - rosewaterandivy
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as long as you stay here [10] ♥ kyle broflovski
pairing : kyle broflovski x reader
college AU - 18+
tags : strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, alcohol, afab reader, she/her pronouns, eventual smut
words : 2.2k
chapter 10
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a/n - we are officially in double digit territory 👁️👄👁️
Kyle didn’t usually eat in his room if he could help it. His mom had always taught him it was unhygienic. But he wanted to talk to Y/N about the night before, and he didn’t want to risk Stan and Wendy interrupting them.
Y/N seemed to consider the bed for a second, but once she realised that Kyle had already made it, she settled on the floor with her legs crossed and plate balanced on one knee. He joined her, sitting opposite in the same position.
“I’m surprised you’re not…” He struggled to find the words without them coming across as rude.
“Hungover and crying on the bathroom floor with the lights turned off?” She smiled, showing she knew exactly what he meant and wasn’t upset by the implications. “Did I really drink that much? I don’t remember much past getting to the party. Clyde had already given me two shots before we left and then another when I got there… I think I remember having a few cups of whatever they had dumped in that fishbowl….”
“Yeah… You were pretty out of it,” He laughed nervously, looking away. He was wary when he realised how much she had actually been drinking and was worried that she probably should be hungover. Unless… “You’re not still drunk, are you?”
“No, I am stone-cold sober,” She confirmed, twirling a piece of pancake on her fork before she ate it. “I don’t get hungover, no matter how much I drink and for how long I do it for. Most I get is a headache, but that is fixed with some water and a Tylenol- thank you for that, by the way.”
“No worries, I know you would have done the same for me,” He shrugged.
“I also assume you took me home, so thank you again for that,” She smiled, tilting her head a little in thought. “I hope I wasn’t too much of a pain for you.”
“You could never be a pain for me,” The words came to him so naturally that he didn’t have to think about them for a second. “So, no hangovers? That’s-”
“Dangerous?” She finished, and he nodded a little hesitantly. “I don’t drink much anymore because of that. I went through a phase in high school, made a lot of stupid decisions with stupider people for the stupidest reasons, all because I could just wake up the next morning with no memory of it and still get my ass dragged to ballet classes at 6am and practice my pirouettes until my toes bled.”
“I always wondered if the rumour was true that those weird ballerina shoes break your toes?”
“Painfully true! Let’s just say I could never pick up some extra cash by selling feet pics because even the absolute degenerates would be turned off,” Y/N laughed at the mildly horrified look on Kyle’s face. “It also breaks the bank. New shoes every couple of months really add up over the years. But at least breaking them in is great anger management control! I personally preferred the method of slamming them against a wall repeatedly. I knew a girl who would run hers over with a car to break them in.”
“Ballet seems really peaceful and delicate from the outside… I had no idea that it was so brutal.”
“Like your mom-” She froze, realising she had let the impulsive thoughts win. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean for that to actually leave my mouth.”
“Don’t worry about it. Cartman once wrote an entire song about my mom being a big, fat bitch,” Kyle shrugged, not bothered in the slightest by Y/N’s joke. “It’s pretty hard to beat that.”
“I think I remember Cartman getting pissed at me last night?” She tried to retrieve the memory, but it evaded her. “But I’m not sure why?”
“Ah… That would be because you stood up for me when he insulted my costume,” Kyle recalled the moment easily. He was touched that she stood up for him but concerned that it was to Cartman, who was unpredictable. “You asked if he was a furry, and he did not like that one bit.”
“It wasn’t an insult! I know some furries, and they’re nice and cool people for the most part!” Y/N sighed, finishing up the last of her pancakes. “I don’t remember spending much time with you…”
“You and Clyde hung out most of the night,” He told her, still halfway through his pancakes. He slipped one onto her plate for her to eat, and she happily accepted it. “I think he’s the reason you drank so much.”
“I hope he’s suffering today,” She mumbled, trying to remember what she could of the night. She thought she could recall actually having fun with her flatmate, which was odd. “Do you know where my phone is?”
“Crap, I didn’t see it…” Kyle looked around in a panic, worried it had been left behind at the party. “When did you last have it?”
“I think I left it in your car?” Y/N informed him after a moment of thought. “I’m pretty sure I had it then.” His panic eased a little at that. Hopefully, she was right.
“I’ll go check,” He grabbed her now empty plate to drop it off in the kitchen as he left to find the missing device. After a minute of panicked searching, he found that it had slid under the seat and retrieved it. The screen lit up to show a lock screen that warmed his heart, one of him and Y/N that she had insisted on taking when they had taken the scenic route from the cafe to the library. He was honoured to have made it to lock screen status and made a note to change his own from the generic scenery he’d had since getting the phone to one of the two of them.
A notification caught his eye after the lock screen. He couldn’t see what the text message said, but he could see the name of the sender.
‘Mother’
Kyle remembered what Y/N had told him about her mom cutting contact with her because she didn’t pursue dance. He wasn’t sure how she would react to getting a text from her and how it would affect her mood. He had to push away the selfish want to say he hadn’t found the phone so she wouldn’t see the message in hopes he could spend more time with her in a good mood.
When he returned to the apartment, he found that she was doing the dishes. Instinctively, he placed the phone on the table and grabbed a tea towel to start drying and putting things away.
“Did you find it?” Y/N asked, looking over her shoulder at him with a sweet smile. He really hoped that whatever the text said didn’t ruin it.
“Yeah, it's on the table for you,” He nodded over at it while drying a plate. “Want me to finish this?”
“It’s fine! I’m almost done anyway!” She shook her head, looking back down at the sink as she finished the last of the dishes. Once done, she picked up her phone from the table and checked it. Kyle tried not to make it obvious that he was watching her, but he couldn’t help himself.
He watched as her smile dropped within a split second, only to turn into a scowl as she actually read the text. She didn’t appear to send anything back, just turned it off and put on a fresh smile for Kyle as she looked back up.
“Do you have a charger I could borrow, please?” She asked, holding her phone up. “I’m on 12%.”
“Yeah, it’s in my room,” He put away the frying pan he had been drying and led her back to his room. He wanted to ask what the text said, ask if she was okay, give her a hug, or do anything that could possibly cheer her up. But it wasn’t his business. She would tell him if she wanted him to know, but she deserved privacy. “Over here.”
“Thank you, sweetpea,” The pet name made his heart race as she took the end of the cable from his hand and plugged her phone in to charge. There was a moment of silence while she plugged it in and set it down. “My mother texted me.”
“Oh?” He didn’t know if he was supposed to act surprised. His mind was running in fifty different directions at once. “Are you okay?”
“I’m here with you, and not with her,” The words were simple but held so much meaning. Kyle’s feet moved without him thinking as he took her in his arms, holding her to his chest in a hug she eagerly returned.
“I’m here for you if you want to talk about it,” He told her. One of his hands lifted up to stroke her hair, still a little messy from the night before. “I’m also here if you don’t want to talk about it.”
“I don’t…” He could feel that she was shaking slightly, the slightest crack in her voice betraying that she was on the verge of tears. “I don’t know if I can go to yours for Thanksgiving…”
“What do you mean?” He asked as she pulled away to get her phone. They sat down on the side of his bed together as she unlocked her phone, opening the message and passing it to him to read for himself as she didn’t trust her voice to hold out.
Mother : moving house sunday after thanksgiving. anything u don’t collect will be dumped
That was all the message said, but it didn’t have to say anything else for him to know what it meant. Y/N would have to go back to her mom’s house if she wanted to salvage any of her belongings that remained there. The callousness made his blood boil.
“She said Sunday after Thanksgiving,” He pointed out, passing the phone back to her so she could put it back on charge. “We could still spend Thanksgiving at my house, then go to yours on Friday, so we have then and Saturday to get your things.”
“You’d come with me?” She sounded slightly surprised but grateful. “I don’t want to take time away that you could be spending with your family.”
“If it helps…” He leaned in to whisper to her as though they weren’t the only two in the room. “I don’t want to spend the whole week with my family anyway. A few days is more than enough, trust me.” This made Y/N laugh, which Kyle considered a win. Tears were still brimming in her eyes, but there were paired with a smile again. “Plus, who would drive you around if I wasn’t there?”
It had taken a bribe of no chores for two weeks after the holidays, but Kyle had managed to convince Stan and Wendy to take two cars back home so he could be alone with Y/N. It wasn’t a long drive, only an hour and a half, but he valued any time he got with her.
“You mean you actually kicked your brother?” Y/N asked, her eyes wide with shock. “Like, just fully went for it and booted him across the street?”
“I was 8!” Kyle protested through laughter. “Are you saying you and your brother never did anything like that?”
“There was too much of an age gap between us for him to get away with that shit,” She shrugged, opening up the glove compartment, which she had slowly taken over more and more each time he drove her somewhere. “Then again, he was 13 when I was born. By the time I was old enough to be a conscious human being, he was at the end of high school and barely home.”
“Did you get along with him?” He asked, reaching over to grab a mint from the pack she had produced from the glove compartment as she offered it to him.
“Oh, I followed him around like a little lost puppy whenever he was home,” She smiled at the memory. “I wanted to do whatever he was doing and go wherever he was going. He would carry me around on his shoulders whenever we were out and about. People thought he was my dad, and I guess he was the closest I ever had to one.”
“How old were you when your dad… you know…?” Kyle regretted the question as soon as the words left his lips.
“Died?” She finished for him, far more nonchalantly than he expected her to be about it. “Before I was born. Mom never talked about him. I only know what little I do know about him because my brother would slip me bits and pieces of information. I think it was a car crash or something that killed him.”
“That’s rough. I’m sorry,” He didn’t really know how to react, particularly since she didn’t seem that bothered. He figured it was hard to mourn someone who you never knew and no one would tell you about.
“Look! There’s a deer!” Y/N excitedly pointed out of the window as they passed the animal. “Kyle! I saw a deer!”
“You’ll get used to that!” Kyle laughed at how excited she had gotten over something he had considered normal and taken for granted all his years in South Park. “We’re almost there. Are you ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
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Making sense is such a basic thing all fics should have, but the sheer number that don't have that is ridiculous. Like the only reason I might not finish a fic is the writer doesn't warn it has some big trigger things like r*pe in it, the fic is so confusing it's impossible to finish, or they use text talk instead of just words like unless you say the character is texting don't use u or r instead of you or are. I recently tried to read this one that was like 40k, and I gave up about 3k in, since every other paragraph was a pov change, we were flashing back and then in the present but no forewarning as what is what, and the pov changes weren't just because the main two characters it was between like 12 different characters, so you had no idea what was going on or happening.
I think so many people don't understand that, like I recall busting out 30 page college essays, but none of that writing was my best writing, it was my bullshit writing trying to hit that page minimum. Like if you could say it in 10 pages, I would rather you do that, than try to make it last for 30 for no reason other than longer equals better.
Some Wattpad writers became officially published writers and I think that made way more people think they have a chance than really do. Like it's not 2014, your Harry Styles fanfiction isn't going viral, and Netflix isn't making it into an original movie.
Honestly, I see people getting into drama and it's just like, I'm here to look at photo of pretty man, I'm not in that. Like I recently saw those new photos Sunghoon posted, and I started questioned everything.
Bruh I used to try and make my stories like 20k words and I’d use the same paragraph over again but like switch it up to where it didn’t sound redundant just so I could reach a certain wordcount💀 #embarrassing
I’m literally not even thinking about posting the 30k fic soon cause it needs so much work 🤡
Not Netflix 😭
Right? Like I’m tryna look at heeseung next thing you know there’s some drama going on and I’m just sitting there like 👁️👄👁️
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~New York is essentially a depressed cat-thing with no will to live and is stuck in a never ending existential crisis~
⚠️TW⚠️sewerslide mention
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York: I’m running on two hours of sleep,
York: suicidal thoughts,
York: an oreo, and I’m ready to fight God!!
York:….Or become him. That works too :)
Jersey: *concerned silence* Wtf is wrong with you-
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York: I am not a lunatic. I have the psychiatric report to prove it. A slender majority of the panel decided in my favour.
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York: I’m like- 500% done with today, and 68% done with tomorrow.
Cat: *walks into room and meows at him for attention*
York: *picks up cat* Aight im less done with tomorrow :]
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York: *sitting upside down on the couch* What if that voice in the back of our head is just a person from a parallel universe that put us here and is trying to help us survive?
Mass, who was just trying to enjoy his coffee: 👁️👄👁️💧 I’m calling your therapist again.
York: He nearly cried last time I was with him. Maybe don’t do that.
Mass: ….WHAT-
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Mass: The only reason I’m not afraid of walking around at night is because York usually comes with me, and he makes it seem like we both just escaped some mental asylum.
York, running around back and forth in 6 inch heels: *inhuman sounds of a demon being strangled*
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York: Just gonna give you wonderful men, women, and whatever else is in between a heads up for if you ever wanna ask me out on a lunch/dinner date:
York: 1, I’m a picky eater, and 2, if I hear you chewing, idgaf who you are, I’m gonna wrap you in bungee cords at bounce you like a yo-yo off the Statue of Liberty :]
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York: When I see initials carved into a tree with a heart I think it’s so romantic. Two lovers on a date... one of them carrying a knife for some reason.
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York: I'm feeling it! What am I feeling? Death, probably.
Connecticut: *concerned oldest brother noises*
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York: Now, the recipe calls for 2 shots of vodka.
York: *upends the bottle*
Alaska, who was watching from the corner: *concerned and confused Russian noises*
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York: Reality is an illusion, the universe is a hologram, buy crack, bye!
Connecticut: Ok how bout we not-
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Love & InSIMplicity (Author’s Aside)
A little sneak peak for the story I’m making BUT OHMYGOD 😂 literally had zero plans for this happening, it was their first hook up AND she’s on birth control!! Has been on birth control since her and Wolfgang got together as teenagers😂 I already figured out how to write it into the story but this gameplay is really giving me a run for my money!
The day I found out I got the eating for two notification while Lou was over at Cassandra’s just hanging out, found out she was pregnant, Lou comes over and starts flirting with Luna while Lilith is sleeping in the bed him and Luna are sitting on!!
I got a notification that Lilith wanted to change her trait to jealous because a sim had been unfaithful to her and I’m like “WHO??? 👁️ 👄 👁️”
Swapped to Luna to figure out what the heck is happening, Lou isn’t added to the household and is flirting with her!! She denied all his advances but I’m trying to cancel the whole thing and send him back home, Cassandra is pregnant, Lilith is sad, Luna is gay and Lou is just out here for free 😅😅
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I’m sitting here watching half blood Prince and my bf turns to me and he’s like what if Ron had a crush on Harry? Do you ship it? And I was like no I don’t and he was like what about Harry and Draco do you ship it and I’m just like 👁️👄👁️ he has no idea lmao….
Lmaooo what a mood anon, it’s a good thing my husband knows all about my fandom life otherwise I’d probably be terrible at hiding it! My poker face is so embarrassing at times like this. And being a multishipper, even Harry/Ron would make me go all 👁️👄👁️ good job on staying nonchalant lol proud of you!
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Hi! I have not sent anything in before, but hello you’re one of my fav Skz/Ateez writers and kpop Astro babes on Tumblr ✨🖤
So… I saw your ‘Biggest Fuckboi Placements...In My Opinion.’ Reply and I’m just sitting here like
👁️👄👁️
Aqua Sun + Mercury
Scorpio Moon
Leo Mars + Asc
Sag Venus + Jupiter
Is it me? Am I the drama?
But on a real note I think I definitely was more of a fucko when I was younger. Im a cis woman btw(I think cultural and societal expectations and teachings have an influence and part to play with all this so gender can definitely play a role here) but I’m later in my 20s now so I think maybe we grow and learn that those things aren’t fulfilling. (Tho I am still like high drive and energy blah blah I’m not gonna get into that 🫢) I’m atp where I’m like nah I want a mf RELATIONSHIP with one person and want them to be a lil obsessed w me(and me with them), but not in a toxic way. (My bias is Chan and his “red flags” are like not really that red to me if that explains anything. And the whole him being intense in a relationship, my ass is like: ok ya duh that’s perfect. Probs bc I’m also intense?)
Annnyyywwaaayyyss, I’m obsessed with your mommy fics 😭 My fav Mommy energy men are Seonghwa and Lee Know. I mean 😮💨 Hotel Del Luna Lee Know and Deja Vu Hwa??? I’m a puddle on the floor.
I hope you have a lovely day/night and Ateez cb! And thank you for your services. I hope both sides of your pillow are cold. I appreciate everything you do on here and you’re amazing, wonderful, and fabulous pls never stop 😉
(Do you have a 🖤 anon?)
Hi!! I don't have a 🖤 anon, would you like to take that emoji?
Wow, your natal chart is powerful omg.
You must look absolutely gorgeous and have such pretty hair!
Yes, you are the absolute drama.
So many dramatic placements haha.
I'm a cis women too and I definitely feel it has a huge impact on relationships and connection as well.
Your Scorpio Moon is probably the influence in seeking a long-term relationship and connection, regardless of astrology though.
I feel like you can only go for so long with being a fucko (hilarious term, btw) before the adrenaline wears off from all the chasing and back and forth.
Although, I'm not sure though because I know men in their 30s who are still fuckbois and wanting to live the 'peter pan' lifestyle.
It's like that tik tok sound,
'Ding dong ditch...you're 36!'.
Yeah, I think if you are going to want a man who's 'intense' and 'obsessive' than you gotta accept the Joe Goldberg red flags that might come with it.
Thank you for the praise, I love Mommy!Lee Know and yes, I just remembered Hotel Del Luna and he did have such Mommy energy when he was in that outfit.
What is your fave Mommy fic of mine?
I'm blushing at the praise and pillow comment right now, my heart is *AHHH* it's like pounding from those old cartoons.
Thank you my love,
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Vincenzo : Episode 10
lmao I saw one gif set of someone who probably loved the junior CEO brother actor and thought he had a redemption arc coming. Booooo!!!! he’s as evil as his brother 😭🙏
ooops did Vince kill someone where a child was present?
you don’t always have to be tough, you can cry you know!
plus considering they probably know or find out about his identity soon there’s going to be a whole new angle added
that cider bottle was so random 😭
I love how when our man is having his epic slow mo walk with the music on, there is a sign on a building that simply says Beer Work
Wunsung lawyer just get a passport with your family and dip lmao they will actually kill you 😭 like just go. you haven’t even done much, it’ll be sad to die for no reason at all
damn is Vincenzo going to be arrested soon 🤨
stay alive and be mindful Mr. Cho I’m so serious
Oh lord…. why is he going after the temple
not them looking this good just chilling
the adorable falling asleep across the table (it might be a common trope but I’m seeing this after so long! last I saw this was in Mr. Queen) I adore it !!!
my man’s just staring at her like 👁️👄👁️
their bodies are going to be SO sore
building people and local gangster stay alive
Hello Vincenzo 😭 he’s probably the only goon in TV history to learn quick. got one beating was like I’m never fucking with this man again
we’re just 10 episodes in and so many of you can die !!! I love y’all’s spirit though but STAY ALIVE LOVES
noooo they made him a pigeon 💀🤣
their masks are actually so funny. lady liberty is still lady liberty 🗽
honestly the only person who I’d believe would get offended by these puppets is the little brother 💀 don’t know what else will work but slay!
them sitting so close to glass when bad guys with guns exist gives me ✨anxiety✨
how can y’all have such a slow reaction to a bomb, little brother fire your security 💀
not the villain group chat
Mr Nam isn’t the only slow one here! I also just figured out what the C stood for. In my defence it’s 6 am
I feel like at some point they are going to use the he adores these building people and our girl and Mr Nam as points to torture him.
Girl one of you gotta figure out how your technically dumb intern became a partner !!! like let’s start thinking 🧠
my local gang man deadass called a group of killers idols LMAOOO
no why is this man always getting punched 😭
SLAY OLD TAILOR MAN SLAYYY!!!! the audacity of this gang
EVERYBODY you’re in the wrong car with the wrong man
oh he actually drove them to the right place
Vincenzo picking up his hand to hug and all I can remember is the last hug ended with the group dying. she won’t though god bless 🙏
let’s get to this REAL EVIL CEO MAN though !!! is he mad about the hug or Vincenzo being alive 💀
was the name just written on that person’s phone or did he recognise the number? I will never know
thank god kdramas don’t have mid season breaks, imagine stopping your season here 💀
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hi !! i hope ur doing okay :) i heard ab the plagiarism thing and im so sorry u had to go through that :/
i js had a quick question if it's okay w u ??
im not rlly like. new to tumblr or anything 😅 but i recently decided to start posting fics & its rlly discouraging to see 0 interaction w anything i post :( i know that the likes to rbs ratio is on whack recently but no one even bothers to like my posts and its kinda.. demotivating tbvh :(( i've checked and i know all my fics r showing up in the tags so i rlly dont know what the issue is !!
do u have any tips on how to get more traction for ur fics ?
tysm in advance for answering this and i hope u hv a great day !! 💖
hello hello!! i’m doing as well as i can be with the horrible academic load sitting on my shoulders LMAOAOAO :’) yeahh it was very unfortunate but i’m just glad they took the post down 🥲
nooo i’m so sorry to hear that omfg :( i think the enhablr community in general has a problem with feedback. smaus and headcanons/reactions do very well whereas longer written works don’t get as much traction 😕 honestly, though, recently i’m seeing smaus flopping too and i think it’s bc there’s just SO MANY popping up every single day and often it’s the same ideas being recycled over and over again 😭 i’m on both nctblr and enhablr and the feedback is definitely more on the former 🤧 it’s disheartening to see the motivation go down on this side of the kpop community especially since there r so many talented people here ☹️
aaaa i’m not entirely sure how to help u since u said ur fics r showing up in the tags but still not getting traction 💔 have u joined any networks? u’ll get ur fics reblogged that way and even make more friends who’ll hype u up!! getting noticed also depends on luck to an extent. try checking ur blog’s activity to see when ur followers r most active and post at those times so that maximum people see ur content on the dash without having to scroll much!! also self reblog for those who are in a different timezone from urs so they don’t miss out on ur fics 💗 make sure to use the tags with the most following first too!! i’ve heard people say first five tags don’t matter but what’s the harm in believing that they do LOL i p sure the most followed tags are enhypen imagines and enhypen scenarios (along with enhypen smut bc ppl r horny but idk if ur a minor or not 👁️👄👁️) OH AND LAST THING!! maybe try posting teasers for longer works (or even smaus) so that word spreads and you get a bigger audience when you release the actual content!
idk if any of these tips might actually help you but this is what i have picked up during the past two years i’ve been on tumblr 💗 i would like to reiterate that traction depends on luck as well so not all ur fics will do well but please don’t be disheartened! it takes time to be discovered and if u keep creating consistently and heartily, i’m sure u’ll get everything u deserve and more :D
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Anon, I’m putting your message under a readmore! :D Season finale spoilers
This has been one of my favorite things to think about because honestly? I just don’t know. I literally don’t know.
My main ideas are:
Tyler’s not really dead, but he is comatose. They load him up in the back of Emma/Mike’s jeep and go to the hospital either with or without Mariana. I can’t really see Taylor leaving her mom behind to go with them, but I also can’t see Mariana being willing to let ppl she Just Met leave without her to take her Very Much Not Okay Son to the ER.
She’s not going to be alright, either way, though. Like, let’s be real. She’s already struggling with accepting the loss of her husband and dealing with that grief--I can’t imagine what this would do to her. Either losing him entirely, or him being stuck in a coma.
I do think that, if anyone is going to explain it to their parents, it’s going to be Ashlyn, maybe with Aiden as support. A few episodes before, when she kinda blew up at everyone/apologized/said the whole “I’m getting that jeep, and we’re getting out of here” thing (which just makes this whole situation More painful), she did say that she was the one “best suited” to take responsibility for what’s happening (and that she needed to keep everyone safe).
A part of me thinks that they might just like. Try to lie, kind of. “Oh, I don’t know what happened, he just ~suddenly passed out~.”
I mean, they don’t know that their families are seeing Weird Shit at all, and after Ashlyn’s parents couldn’t see her shadow... Well. (Plus, Logan doesn’t seem to like worrying his grandparents in the slightest, y’know?)
Also think that Taylor might wake up yelling/shaking him to try to get him to wake up, but... He just. Won’t. ‘Cos. You know. I think getting her out of that panicked/desperate/heartbroken state would be kind of. Difficult.
What I’m definitely not expecting but silently hoping for is that, somehow, Logan’s distance theory can come into play. I’m just silently begging that they were maybe somehow just barely far enough away to where it... Doesn’t affect his irl body? I can’t imagine that would be the case at all. But I can wish, right?
Also, kind of really hoping but again, not expecting, for Thomas to be able to do something to help. Dunno what he could do, he seems generally freaked out by Ashlyn’s shadow, but there isn’t any evidence that he Doesn’t know shit.
Also if my response was super scattered, sorry!! I was writing while responding to half of this dgdfg
The only thing that I do know right now is that all of us who have read the season finale so far are sitting in a digital circle staring at each other like 👁️👄👁️ (and also that my heart hurts real bad because he taught Ben how to play the guitar, his and taylor’s family situation, “you’ve not been as much of a jerk lately”, and ashlyn and tyler’s argument Right Before they actually got the jeep).
#spoilers#sbg spoilers#sbg spoilers/#sbg spoilers /#sbg spoilers*#sbg spoilers *#spoilers/#spoilers /#spoilers*#spoilers *
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Moonlight rewatch for millionth time
Episode 7 random thoughts and feelings I had while rewatching again: cause I’m bored and have nothing else to do or watch. And I love this show
And Steve is gone again
More tidbits of Mick’s human life; I take it he was an only child since he said my parents would take me here (Franklin hotel) for bunch after church on Sundays and not my brother/sister/siblings and I
Flashback also reveals he musical abilities playing guitar and being the lead singer of a band
It’s very interesting how the mind screws with you when it comes to trauma. Coraline kidnapped and terrorized Beth as a child and she doesn’t remember Coraline at all when she meets her as Morgan and doesn’t really have any hostile feelings towards her until she knows she’s is Coraline. However Beth instantly knew Mick upon seeing him again as an adult.
“Was she dead?” Love how blunt Josef is
“Beth doesn’t remember me from back then and I’m the one who rescued her.” She technically remembers you but (and I still love him) you kind of gaslighted her when it came to that
Josef was four in 1603 making his birth year 1599
I like how comfortable Beth is with Mick and just like walks into his office
I’ve only now realized the flashback at Coraline’s home is mainly in black in white and only a few characters are shown in color and are primarily those wearing red. Ex: Coraline in her red dress, Mick and his band mates with their matching red Hawaiian shirt with the white hibiscus flowers, the fire from the tiki torches, etc
“I have a 50’s thing I’m trying to shake” very on the nose Coraline
According to WIKI: “Remembrance of Things Past, and sometimes referred to in French as La Recherche (The Search), is a novel in seven volumes by French author Marcel Proust. This early 20th-century work is his most prominent, known both for its length and its theme of involuntary memory. The most famous example of this is the "episode of the madeleine", which occurs early in the first volume.”
I like how Mick and Beth are bouncing ideas off each other and Coraline is just there like 👁️👄👁️ you weren’t supposed to figure this out so quickly or together
“Coraline did not come back from the dead to exact revenge on you” oh Josef how wrong you were
“You need to let her go” immediately followed up by Mick in fact not letting her go
Idk why but I always thought she was putting her hand on his knee but she’s actually grabbing his hand/wrist
“You’re jealous” Mick smiling ☺️
“Don’t touch anything” proceeds to touch things
Is the ice breath thing a thing Mick has or do you think other vamps can do it too?
I know Coraline is partly manipulative because she grew up and lived during times where woman were not treated fairly or had basic rights and I have a semi head-canon she may have been pressured by her brothers or at least Lance to be a courtesan but like you’d think she’d try and not play mind games with people after a certain point. Im sure Mick’s not the first one to try and break things off with her because they’re tired of her shit
I feel like Cynthia was probably the one who Beth was talking to when she was talking to “Morgan’s” family
“Next time I’ll find a Beverly Hills thief” Mick is sassy and Josef’s little “thanks” back
“You got your cameras back this case is over” Josef was saying that to Morgan but is looking at Mick
Is Mick taking a picture here? Or is he just randomly shining a light on his hand? He sits down grabs something from the table, the light flashes off then he sets something in his lap
I know Josef is not interested in going back to the human world but I wonder if there’s anything that is solely made for humans (ie tanning bed) or modern day food he’d like to try
This is supposed to be Hank right? That’s what I always thought
For someone with super senses and reflexes Mick sure does get his butt kicked a lot
Another flashback that’s in black and white save for candles burning
“Were you disappointed?” And Mick stays silent but that says more than words
Again I like that they don’t drag out certain plot points like Morgan and Coraline are the same person.
#moonlight cbs#mick st. john#alex o'loughlin#cbs moonlight#moonlight tv#moonlight#beth turner#sophia myles#mick st john#tv show#season 1 episode 7 the ringer#coraline duval
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coworker today trying to talk to me about the lgbt’s because a lesbian couple came in to work today and one of them was so very butch and my coworker just “doesn’t understand” and tells me(an out lesbian) to never do that to myself and I’m just sat there like 👁️👄👁️ the whole time and then the coworker turns that into a whole thing about trans people and I’m still just sat there like 👁️👄👁️ idk what to say because I’m literally just sitting here at my desk trying to do my job and hey you also have a job you need to be doing so please go do that instead of whatever this is thank you
#like I’m all for him coming to me if he has a genuine question about something#and he needs me to explain it but I don’t need to hear all your negative opinions dude#just mind your business#anyways how are y’all doing this evening#I’m great thanks for asking
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