#Idiots in love

[777rare]

I honestly loved this guy in the movie...so kind...and never took her rude behaviour to heart cuz he understood what she was going through 💖🥲

Aanand I gotta say, he was behaving hella cute a lot😭🤭

[minervasaqueenpotter]

Agatha: You’re the drama. Rio: I am NOT the drama. Agatha: You literally resurrected a skeleton just to argue with it. Rio: AND I WON.

[spatortbreaksmyheart]

Ich war ganz kurz auf Twitter und das war das erste was ich gesehen hab. Das sind einfach Leo und Adam zu 100%, die geben mir exakt diese Vibes ab, in all diesen bisherigen Folgen

[legasovsglasses]

Romangerri memes pt2!!

[olga-bomzhikha]

First date!

Wish them luck! But they will definitely fight in the end.

[loveatfirstfight5-0]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63876136

Just a little something inspired by this pic and the prompt of the month :

"What are you doing with that?"

Tactical claiming

It’s not like Danny cares. He’s used to it by now—Steve and his complete inability to keep a shirt on for longer than necessary. Scratch that. Longer than five damn minutes.

At first, Danny thought maybe it was a Hawaii thing, something about the heat, the ocean, the whole island vibe that made Steve allergic to fabric. But no, it’s a Steve thing. A habit. Like running into danger without backup, staring at Danny like he’s the crazy one for worrying, and, apparently, treating his T-shirt like it’s optional at any given moment.

So, yeah, Danny is used to it. He doesn’t flinch when Steve peels it off post-surf, mid-workout, hell—even when he’s just standing around in HQ. It’s not a thing.

Until it is.

Because Danny can deal with Steve being Steve. He can deal with Steve parading around like he’s starring in some kind of action-movie montage. But what Danny cannot deal with is other people reacting to it.

And right now?

Right now, some guy at their current crime scene is definitely reacting.

Danny sees him from the corner of his eye, the way the guy’s mouth is slightly open, eyes glued to Steve’s torso like he just stumbled onto the lost city of gold. And Steve—oblivious as ever—stands there, casually holding his discarded T-shirt like he forgot he even took it off.

Danny narrows his eyes. Then, before he even fully processes it, he’s saying,

“What are you doing with that?”

Steve looks up, confused. “What?”

Danny gestures at the shirt in Steve’s hand. “Your shirt. Put it back.”

Steve blinks. “Why? I was just gon—”

“I said put it back.”

Steve frowns but does as he’s told, dragging the fabric over his head with a wary look. “Okay, okay. Relax, would ya? What’s the matter with you?”

“Nothing is the matter with me,” Danny shoots back, even as his heart pounds in his chest. “It’s you here, always showing up, always—can’t you stay clothed for one damn minute?”

Steve lifts his hands in surrender, but his face is all puzzled amusement. “Okay, okay. Jeez. What is this about, Danno?”

Danny doesn’t answer immediately. His eyes flick to the guy—who is still gawking, by the way—then back to Steve.

And suddenly, the words just happen.

Danny steps forward, barely brushing his fingers against Steve’s freshly re-donned T-shirt, giving it a small, decisive tug just on his torso, to make sure it’s really on.

“Because, Steven,” he says, his voice steady, “I decided you’re my boyfriend.”

Steve freezes. “Oh…you decided?”

Danny nods, completely unbothered. “Yep.”

Steve’s eyebrows shoot up, but he doesn’t step back. If anything, he leans in slightly, the hint of a smirk forming. “And when exactly did you make this decision?”

Danny shrugs. “Right about the time I saw that guy over there looking at you like he was about to devour you.”

Steve follows Danny’s gaze, taking in the still-staring dude, and something clicks in his expression. His smirk widens into something smug, something pleased.

“Ohhh,” he drawls. “I see.”

Danny glares. “Yeah, well, wipe that look off your face.”

“Why?” Steve asks, tilting his head. “You jealous, Danno?”

Danny scoffs. “I just said you’re my boyfriend, didn’t I?”

Steve considers that, then grins. “Yeah. You did.”

Danny sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. “Yeah, okay, maybe I regret it already.”

But he doesn’t move away. And neither does Steve. And if Steve’s hand brushes against Danny’s when he adjusts his shirt, well—Danny pretends not to notice.

For now.

Steve’s grin lingers, that smug, satisfied look that makes Danny’s blood pressure rise on a good day—and today? Today is not a good day, because now, Danny has gone and done something absolutely insane.

He just claimed Steve.

Out loud.

In front of witnesses.

Like a damn lunatic.

“Alright,” Danny mutters, stepping back, forcing some distance between them before he does something even dumber, like actually grabbing Steve by the shirt and—nope. Nope. Not thinking about that. “Back to work, Commander. Less flexing, more detecting.”

But Steve doesn’t move. He’s still looking at Danny, head tilted slightly, eyes crinkled at the edges in that infuriating way that usually precedes some kind of smart-ass remark.

“Danno,” Steve says, voice suspiciously gentle. “You sure you don’t wanna talk about—”

“Nope.” Danny spins on his heel, already heading toward the evidence markers. “Case. Crime. Dead body. Focus.”

Steve huffs a laugh but, mercifully, follows. The gawking guy is still hovering, watching them, but now there’s something different in the way he looks at Steve. He’s hesitant, almost nervous.

Danny smirks. Yeah, that’s right, buddy. Move along. Steve’s taken.

Wait.

Wait.

Danny blinks, nearly stopping in his tracks. What the hell did he just think?

“Danno?” Steve is suddenly at his side, leaning in a little too close, voice all faux concern. “You okay? You look—what’s the word? Flustered?”

Danny’s entire body bristles. “Oh, go to hell, Steven.”

Steve just grins. “Aww. Don’t be mad, babe.”

Danny glares. “I will shoot you.”

Steve hums. “Mm. But you won’t.”

Danny levels him with a look. “Try me.”

Steve, being the insufferable pain that he is, just throws an arm around Danny’s shoulders, all casual-like, as if they do this all the time. Like it’s normal.

Danny huffs, but he doesn’t shake him off.

Danny tells himself he’s letting Steve get away with this—the arm, the smugness, the whole damn thing—because they’re at a crime scene. Because it would be unprofessional to shove him off in front of HPD. Because they have actual work to do.

It’s definitely not because Steve’s arm is warm against his shoulders, or because, for some reason, it feels right.

Nope. Not thinking about that.

“Alright,” Danny grumbles, shrugging Steve off just enough to get them back on track. “Let’s focus, shall we? You remember? The reason we’re here? Murder investigation? Dead guy?”

Steve sighs, putting on his best I’m a serious professional face. “Fine. Let’s check the perimeter.”

Danny steps ahead, grateful for the brief reprieve from Steve’s presence, but of course, it doesn’t last. Because two minutes later, Steve is right there again, trailing behind him like a damn shadow.

“So,” Steve says casually, hands on his hips, “since I’m apparently your boyfriend now—”

Danny groans. “Oh my God, shut up.”

“—I just think it’s important we establish some ground rules.”

Danny whirls on him, jabbing a finger into his chest. “First of all, I did not say boyfriend in a general, romantic sense, okay? It was a tactical decision. A crime scene necessity.”

Steve nods, all faux seriousness. “Right. A tactical claiming.”

Danny scowls. “Do not use that word.”

Steve’s lips twitch like he’s barely holding back laughter. “Whatever you say, babe.”

Danny exhales slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You know what? I take it back. You’re not my boyfriend.”

Steve shrugs. “Fine. But that guy over there still thinks I am.”

Danny glares at the guy—who, sure enough, is still throwing lingering looks in Steve’s direction.

He huffs. Crosses his arms. Shifts his weight.

Then he sighs, defeated.

“Fine,” he mutters.

Steve grins, victorious. “That’s what I thought.”

Danny points a warning finger at him. “One more ‘babe’ and I swear—”

“Got it,” Steve says, but his smile says otherwise.

Danny rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath as he turns back to the crime scene.

Steve, the menace, follows, still grinning.

Danny tells himself he’s letting this go. He is. He’s moving on, because there’s an actual homicide to solve, and he’s not about to let Steve “Tactical Shirt Removal” McGarrett get in his head any more than he already has.

But then Steve—because of course Steve—leans in again, voice all low and smug.

“So, just to be clear,” he murmurs, “are we talking, like, exclusive boyfriend status, or—”

Danny whirls on him, again, because apparently, his entire day is just going to be him reacting to Steve being Steve.

“Oh my God, Steven. This is not a relationship discussion.”

Steve tilts his head, all faux innocence. “It’s not?”

Danny clenches his jaw. “It’s not.”

Steve hums like he’s considering it, then glances—again—at the guy who is still sneaking looks in their direction.

“So, if I took my shirt off again—”

Danny jabs a finger into his chest. “I will murder you. Right here. On top of the other dead body.”

Steve grins. “So, exclusive, then?”

Danny exhales sharply through his nose, glares at him, and then—because there is no other way to make this stop—grabs Steve’s stupid, smug face and kisses him.

It’s meant to be a statement. A final word. But Steve—because he is the worst—makes a soft, pleased noise, and suddenly, his hands are curling around Danny’s waist, pulling him in, and oh, shit…

For one, maybe two seconds, Danny’s brain freezes, and he melts into it because… Hell!

But then—

Danny yanks back, eyes wide, looking everywhere around them.

HPD. The crime scene. The dead body.

Steve just smirks at him, looking entirely too satisfied.

Danny tightens his grip on Steve’s shirt, practically shaking him.

“Okay,” Danny breathes, voice low but deadly. “We are in a fucking crime scene, with all of HPD around us. You never do that again!”

Steve’s smirk does not waver. “Uh-huh. And which part, exactly, am I not supposed to do again? The kissing? Or the part where I kissed you back?”

Danny growls—actually growls—and shoves him back.

“I swear to God, Steven,” he mutters, rubbing his face like that’s somehow going to erase the last 30 seconds from existence.

Steve grins, stepping way too close again. “Relax, babe. It’s not like anyone saw.”

Danny glares, jabbing a finger in his direction. “I hate you.”

Steve chuckles. “Yeah? You kiss all the people you hate?”

Danny throws his hands in the air and stomps away, ignoring the way Steve is definitely watching him go.

Behind him, Steve murmurs, smug and smugger,

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll keep my shirt on. For now.”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63876136

[antisocialpyromaniac]

The fact Buck moved into Eddies house and moved out of his loft for good brings up some questions: Does Buck believe Eddie is never returning, is he also aware of parallels between Eddie’s and Abby’s move? Is he so used to people promising to come back and never doing so he just assumes Eddie will be gone forever?

Is this house a desperate attempt to stay with someone he knows will inevitably move on without him?

Is Buck knowingly placing himself in the same situation he was with Abby, because the thought of letting Eddie and Chris go is too painful?

Does Buck cry at night because he is so sure that he is only prolonging inescapable heartbreak? Does the 118 see what he is doing?

And since us viewers know Eddie is likely going to return to LA…

Where the fuck is Buck going to live then? Will he sleep on their couch? Or end up in Eddies bed????

[thedestroyerofdremz]

Megatron couldn’t let her prime go around with cake on her face.

Very messy sketch but SO fun to draw 🤭

[bat-nest-doodles]

JAYVIK POSTER WIP!!!!!

This is the first time I’m making something with the intention to print!! So here is my Jayce and Viktor floating around work in progresssss <3

[keaganz]

For the @corrodedcoffinfest pop-up spring break event.

*This takes place in the same universe as the story Princess With a Nailbat, that was written for CorrodedCoffinfest pop-up thanksgiving event from 2024. It can be read as a stand alone and still make sense.*

How Steph got her groove back.

Promt; Ocean, Sunscreen| Rating; Mature| Word count; 999| Relationship; Established Steddie| POV; Steve Harrington| CW; discussions of cheating & Divorce, Single Mother Steve Harrington, Pregnancy, scars| Tags; AU - Modern AU, Eddie Munson Lives, Gender bending, Always a girl Steve Harrington - Stephanie Harrington, Daddy/Mommy Kink, Famous Eddie Munson, Original Child, Hard of hearing Steve Harrington, Idiots in Love, Eddie Munson calls Steve Harrington pet names, Dom/Sub dynamics, SoftDom Eddie munson, Sub Steve Harrington, Pergnancy, Roleplay

Steph looks out at the ocean from the lounger she's laying on, her hands resting on the swell of her stomach. She can't believe she's sitting in such a beautiful place, alone, missing her two children, pregnant with a third and seething about how her soon to be ex-husband left her for his personal assistant.

Her platonic soulmate Robin, had told her fuck Tommy and cash in the vacation before he could cancel it to get his money back, after learning he had booked it for him and Carol. Robin practically begged her to go and get her fun vivacious friend back, because she misses her. “Stephanie Harrington, you are thirty years old! My eighty old nan has more fun than you. Go out and reconnect with the slutty mean girl you were in college!’

Before leaving for her trip she went out for a fake tan, got a full pedi/mani including new nails, went to a hair salon for a trim and got her legs waxed, she kept her bush neatly trimmed and short. Her one and only Brazilian wax had left her mortified. Her confidence and self-esteem took a hit the very first morning she’d gone to the pool. Her multiple scars on display in her high cut yellow string bikini garnered judgemental looks and whispered murmurs that followed her. That and her obvious pregnancy bump while being here alone was only more fuel for the gossiping.

That morning, she had passed an older man with the prettiest brown cow eyes, well looked after bouncy dark brown curly hair. What had really caught her attention was how, apart from his face, all of his visible skin was covered in tattoos. He'd smiled at her and given her a slow once over that had her heart rate speeding up and butterflies spawning in her stomach.

A shadow falling over her pulls her from her musing as he removes her earbuds and turns to look up, seeing the handsome hunk. “Hi, do you need something?”

He chuckles lightly, his voice having a dark timber to it. “ Sorry, I guess you didn't just hear me. I asked if I could use your sunscreen. I forgot mine at home, and the resort doesn't stock the brand you have, and they can't get me a new bottle until tomorrow. I saw your bottle and thought I'd shoot me shot” He gives her a charming smile.

She sits up straight. If she pushes out her ample chest more, that's no one’s business. It doesn't go unnoticed by him, making the butterfly's return full force. “Oh, yes, of course, no problem” She swings her legs over the side of the lounger and reaches into her bag, pulling out the bottle that's sticking out. “Here you go” she goes to hand him the bottle, but he proceeds to take off his worn t-shirt. She subtly swallows as his lightly toned and completely tattooed stomach and chest are bared to her. She squeezes her thighs together as the sun catches the silver barbells in his nipples, making them glitter.

She watches him casually rubbing the lotion onto his skin, her mouth going dry while her thong starts to dampen. She'd woken up this morning with no real opinion of tattoos or body piercings, but her opinion is definitely positive now. When he places his right foot on the lounger next to her, she spots a D20 dice on his calf. Her eyes light up at recognition. “Oh! That's from the Goblins and Goobers game my daughter plays” She watches his face go from confused to frowning to brightening up in merit.

“Your daughter has good taste in games then. I won't tell her you got the name wrong” He winks and chuckles at her. She watches with rapt attention as he continues to cover himself in the lotion “ I don't think I've seen a Mr. …”

She snorts and tels him about Tommy's cheating and initially had booked this trip for him and his mistress, and she'd thought why not go because it came out of their joint account. He tisks at that and gives her a pointed once over, making her blush deeply. They spend the rest of the day talking together and simply enjoying each other's company. She can't remember the last time she actually had an adult conversation that didn't revolve around her being a wife and mother.

When he invites her to dinner that evening, she shyly agrees. She had on a whim and brought one black evening dress with her. The naked desire written clearly on Eddie's face is proof she did the right thing wearing it. The dress hugs her bump just right. All through dinner, he plays footsie with her under the table and strokes her hands. They skip dessert to take a night cap in her room instead.

She feels like a teenager again as they get caught making out in the elevator, causing them to giggle madly. Her hand feels dwarfed by his much larger one. As she leads him to her room, the thought of him filling her with his thick fingers makes her core heat up and her folds dampen. Once in her room he wastes no time in sinking to his knees, pulling her dress up and devouring her aching cunt. She nearly misses his ‘naughty Mama’ in reference to her not wearing panties.

It doesn't take her long to be reduced to a moaning and quivering mess and to cum on his talented tongue and fingers. He splays his hands on her stomach, looking up at her as she catches her breath. His eyes widen suddenly and his smile drops. “ Was that…?”

She starts laughing loudly. “Of course she's just as dramatic as her daddy. Picking the most unconventional moment to say hello”

Eddie litters her stomach with kisses. “Hi princess, I love you” He stands up and kisses her softly. “Goblins and Goobers, Sweetheart? I nearly lost it then“

[m0m0chr0me]

It's already Friday of Good Omens FanComic series: Si existiera otro mundo/ if there's another world

We have two pages today ✨😌

P7

Spanish

English

P8

Spanish

English

I wasn't happy with the previous format, (I'm sorry for the changes 🫣) so I decided to do separate versions.

Just one post because I'm too lazy to do two different ones 🤣

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[h0lahey]

I don't think that Viktor swears often but I really like that people sometimes write him swearing in Czech. Also I think that it was a little traumatic for Jayce when he heard Viktor swear for the first time.

I just had to draw it.

The thing is that czech swearing often contains more than one word. The bigger fuked up, the longer you swear. And it's…let's say…very rich xd

I was thinking about translating it but it's imposible

[aary-soap]

boyfriend hoodie!!

[creativepromptsforwriting]

True Idiots in Love

Asking the other one to marry them, before even being together or having confessed their love for each other

Being in a really healthy and nurturing relationship that people love to witness - without realizing they actually are in a relationship

Living together for some time, being engaged to get married, and still questioning if the other one actually really likes them or if they're just being nice and a good friend

Both trying to ask the other one out on a date, thinking the other one is talking about dating someone else

One of them breaking the news that they got together to their friends and family, excited that it finally happened - but their partner missed the memo, completely misunderstood their "getting together" story, and is still thinking their love is unrequited

Being a couple is an inside joke for them, casually "joking" about being each other's wife/husband, even in front of people who don't know it's a joke, and that make them realize that it never really was a joke

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[drulalovescas]

I think the funniest thing about Dean and Cas has got to be that they were in a relationship for years yet none of them seemed to realize that. That is objectively quite hysterical.