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#soph’s place
junekicks · 9 months
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steve sneaking up to reader room because he misses her & she’s been quiet all day.
i changed this up just a little, hope that’s okay <3 (shy/anxious!reader) (588 words)
mush little mouse ♱ steve harrington
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Steve’s house is jumbo.
You could easily get lost if you’ve never been here before. Though, it seems everyone’s been here before. It’s Steve Harrington.
It’s summer, and summer means parties.
You hadn’t really wanted to come. Parties, big parties, at least, aren’t necessarily your thing. You’d also woken up this morning with an awful feeling in your chest. Like a boulder’s been sitting on your chest all day just rambling about nothing important. And mister boulder won’t seem to move till he’s done talking, and he won’t stop talking.
You’d come to the party anyway. For Steve. Because you like Steve. And Robin says Steve likes you too. But you highly doubt that.
You’re not sure, but around twenty minutes ago, before you disappeared upstairs, a crowd of them were doing shots off bodies. It might’ve been Eddie on the counter with Nancy’s lips against his tattooed skin. You aren’t really sure. Your head is still spinning.
You’ve been in Steve’s home before. You find his door quicker than you mean too. It’s quiet up here.
Your back pushes against the wood once you’re in, taking a deep breath. Your eyes screw shut as you push the ends of your palms into them. You smudge your mascara.
Your eyes ghost along Steve’s room. You’ve been in here briefly a couple of times before. Your palm glides over his made comforter before you take a gentle seat. You stare at his wood floors for a little before letting your body fall back into his bed with huff. You aren’t sure what’s wrong with you now. You hug yourself. It’s quiet for about six minutes before the door opens.
“Knew I’d find you here, cupcake.” Oh.
Your eyes peel open at the all too familiar voice. You sit up on your elbows as the door closes. Steve looks awfully pretty. Hair highlighted and a bit messy, like his fingers have tugged on it endlessly. He looks like he’s glowing. Plain black shirt. Jeans that sit low on his waist. He’s got his gold chain on, he always has it on. There’s a red solo cup in his hand, but he doesn’t seem drunk. He seems very far from it. He seems to catch your eye as he stands before you.
He smiles small. “Fruit punch. The normal kind. You want any?” You smile small up at him, you shake your head as in no. He places the cup in your hand anyways. He’s like that.
He takes a seat next to you and gently squeezes your bare knee. You’ve got a cute little, short flowy white skirt on. It complements you nicely. “Thank you for coming,” he says gently. You sip the drink gently. He carries on, staring at your scuffed high tops. “I know you hate these things. It means a lot to me.”
Your gaze flickers to his now. He seems to feel it, he looks over at you too. He smiles. Warm. Sweet. Honeyed. Your cheeks fade pink. “It’s no biggie, Stevie.”
A whimper almost crawls up his throat and slams past his lips to break his teeth. He smiles more. Skin a little hot. “S’okay if I hang out with you up here?” He’s doing it again. Making sure you’re all good.
You raise a brow and place the drink back in his hand gently. “It’s your room?”
Steve can’t stop smiling. “Yeah. True, but you’re more fun to be with than the mess downstairs.” You aren’t sure you believe him, but you decide to take his word for it. “Okay.”
He laughs a little and presses a soft, wet kiss to the highest point of your cheek. You laugh gently, nose scrunching up. He squeezes your knee again.
Guess his parties aren’t that bad.
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sophsicle · 1 month
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time is so fucking scary. because it does not care if you are happy. you will think I wish to stay like this, right here in this moment. i have found my place. but then time comes like a wave and pushes you forward. you cannot stay. and neither can the people you love. forward forward forward. time has ripped the claws from my hands, and the teeth from my mouth, as I have tried to cling to yesterday. but you must move forward forward forward. Forward forward forward. Forward forward forward. Forward forward forw—
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alrighty so i about thought my day couldn’t get ANY better after indi’s lil ask doodle today but it turns out i was proven wrong when i went down to check my mail and saw that my order from them arrived. :’)))
you can absolutely find me grinning like a fool the rest of the day and crying happy tears. <3333 ily Indi!!!!
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druidberries · 18 days
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the last day in Chestnut Ridge :((
previous // next
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field-s-of-flowers · 4 months
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Palamedes is such a liminal spaces kinda dude. River bubble Canaan House. Cam’s body when she’s in control. Ianthe’s mind palace. Man seriously cannot catch a break
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fanghuas · 1 month
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gu xiang saving that singing girl and kicking ass, then being surprised that she doesn't get in trouble just because "she was in the right" will forever be one of my favorite scenes in the show tbh
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elitehoe · 1 year
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The parallel of Hangman not going to the hospital to visit Nick when Brandon told him he was there on BTE 195 and Hangman going with Nick in the ambulance to the hospital tonight after Brandon told him to make sure Nick didn't go alone is what you call GROWTH
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daddy-ul · 5 months
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i have never seen these guys before and claim zero association with them. metallica who?
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Oh god djzjxjdjssjksjsjs
This is one of the most suffered shot I've ever seen.
For real, WHO are they???
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puella-1n-somn10 · 30 days
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Sophocles, holding a copy of Sonic Adventure: This looks ancient. Sophocles' mom: What? No, it's only- Sophocles' mom: 19 years old?! Sophocles' mom: I remember buying this when it hit the shelves.
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junekicks · 11 months
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that sullen girl ♱ rick grimes
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Rick knows you’re younger. You’ve got at least 13 years on him. And maybe in a life before that double digit number would’ve stopped him and he would’ve dragged his mind elsewhere. Stuck to what was “right”.
But he’s lost too damn much in the last few years to overthink this. He cares about you. It’s as simple as that. He wants you to be okay. Always.
And Alexandria is new territory. It’s terrifying how perfect it is here. An untouched world.
Rick knows a majority of his group is settling in, grateful to have a safe roof and walls around them. He’s glad his kids are safe.
Rick also knows you’re one of the ones still skeptical of where you guys are trying to take home in. Like Daryl.
Though, you’ve taken a shower.
Everyone in the group seems to have connections to an olden life, you don’t fall under that. Your younger kid sister closed her eyes for the final time a few months ago, Rick guesses. He knows it feels longer.
You’ve gotten quiet since then. He doesn’t blame you, the same damn thing happened to him after Lori—his reaction was a bit worse though.
He just doesn’t want you to lose yourself. You’ve got a good self. You keep him well.
Though, he can’t find you. It’s making him a little nervous, though, he tries not to show it.
He goes walking for awhile before he does find you, it’s a mistake when he does. Your hair a flash in his peripheral. He paused his walk and see’s you fully.
You’re with the graves.
You’re bent at the knees, all your weight resting on your balancing feet. You’re before your sister’s grave. A few flowers under the wooden pallet with her name craved into it.
Rick knows there’s not anything under that grass, six feet under. He knows it bothers you, even if you don’t say anything. He knows them having to bury your sister in the middle of nowhere under a large tree months ago bothers you too, even if you don’t say it.
He’s gotten good at reading you.
He walks over slowly, hands shoving in the pockets on his jeans. You hear him before you see him. “Hi, Rick.” You say gently, you seem to know him as well as he does with you. You know his steps, he hasn’t gotten there with you—yet.
He smiles small, it’s almost like a frown. “Hi, sweetheart.” His voice is deep and soft, softer than it normally is. He only talks to you like that, and Judith.
He sees you shift a little, like you’re getting up. He pushes a hand out for you and you take it without a second wasted. “You alright?” He asks gently. He can see the color draining from your eyes with each day passing. You get more tired. More like sludge under his palms. You aren’t sure how to move on. He wishes he could take your pain, though, he knows you’d never let him have it. He’s had more than you, you know he has, even if he wouldn’t agree. We’ve all lost something, he’d say. He’s right, but still. No one’s lost like Rick.. Nor what he’s done to stop from losing more.
You nod, your eyes on your sister’s name and your hand still in Rick’s. “Yeah. I’m okay. Just wanted to say hi to her, I guess..” Your voice fades off and your shoulders sink. He can see you roll your eyes at yourself. He hates when you’re cruel to yourself. You need to give you more credit.
Rick frowns gently. He squeezes your hand before letting it go, and his arm slips over your shoulders instead. His fingers mess gently with the ends of your hair, it’s gotten longer since he’s met you. It’s been years.
You sigh and lean into him, “sorry I disappeared. Should’ve told you I was heading out.” You know him too damn well. His worries. His fears.
Yeah, he feels good in Alexandria, but old habits never die.
He hums, pulling you even closer, if possible. His eyes are on your sister’s name. “Don’t apologize. I get it.”
You hum gently and finally look away from your sister’s empty grave. Your arms weave around Rick’s waist and you push your face softly into his side. His chin leans down on the crown of your head. He feels you hold onto him tighter.
“Things are okay, right?” You whisper into his clothed skin.
They are, for now at least.
He nods against your head, his other arm wrapping around you. “Yeah,” he says soft and quiet. “Everything’s alright, baby.”
He kisses your head. You squeeze him even tighter, makes his lungs feel like they’re going to pop with admiration.
You’re a strong sullen girl, and there’s nothing wrong with that.
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sophsicle · 11 days
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mitski wrote I Bet on Losing Dogs about the leafs actually
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rubberbandballqueen · 4 months
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ONE OF THE STONES FELL OUT OF MY SPINNY RING??? THAT I GOT LESS THAN THREE WEEKS AGO????
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i do keep laughing at the particular in-characterness manifestation of their starting every answer with "i am illiterate,"
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field-s-of-flowers · 6 months
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Someone is BLASTING techno music in Hebrew from their car
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totaldramedy · 10 months
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Did a bit of a small deleting spree. A few posts may be gone haha
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elitehoe · 1 year
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Me trying to explain that Blackpool Combat Club surrounding Hangman and Dark Order getting involved after Hangman made it clear he didn't want them involved, means Hangman is going to separate himself from the Dark Order and be broken down and beaten by Mox, the House of Black glitch during the Elite promo means the Elite are going to be broken down and mind fucked by Malakai until no return and lose the trios titles, and that's gonna lead us back on track to finally getting a reunion between the boys!!
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