#Love Your W 2022

[voxyldy]

11.27.2022

.@BTS_twt's RM and J-Hope were spotted at @wkorea's "Love Your W 2022," a breast cancer awareness dinner party, that took place on Oct. 28 in Seoul! #BTS #RM #jhope #NAMJOON #남준 #제이홉

Source: Kpop_Herald

[newjeansador]

NEWJEANS - W Korea ig update 📸

“#LoveYourW 올해 청량하게 등장해 대중들에게 확실하게 존재감을 각인한 뉴진스! 특유의 생기발랄함과 하이틴 감성으로 남녀노소 모두에게 사랑받고 있죠…”

[merlinemrys]

as someone who is very very very in tune to how characters refer to each other or maybe more generally, names, and the power of them, it is such a shame the merlin creators didn’t do Something More with emrys. it’s a title as much as it is a name and it would’ve been soooo delicious if when merlin becomes more accustomed to his power, the more his name fits like a name than a title or just somethinggggggg idk

[asundering]

mildly freaking out because i found the league wiki page holding the odyssey: extraction english announcer lines that I have been searching for. forever. for years. for these lines for both referencing and nostalgia purposes.

[nerd-at-sea5]

ELORA NO MAGIC BABY.

PLEASE NO. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO MAKE A MAGIC BABY FOR KIT AND JADE. YOU ARE DRUNK THIS WILL NOT END WELL.

NO MAGIC BABY-

[topflights]

i’ve got another 20 mins left in 2022 so i’ll get sappy rq. i’ve really, truly, genuinely enjoyed being on here w y’all this year. i joined wrestling tumblr near the end of 2021, so i’ve had this blog a little over a year now, and i’m really grateful i made it and joined you guys on here. thank you for looking at my silly little posts, thank you for thirsting abt wrestlers w me, thank you for sticking around and being generally welcoming to a new face around here. it’s been a really fun year enjoying wrestling with you guys, and i’m excited to do it more in 2023 💕💕

[achillvs]

sometimes you hear a song you haven't heard in years and find that you still know every word to it just as well as you did when you were 13 and suddenly you feel the connection between the person you were and the person you are

and sometimes that song is "draco and harry" by the whomping willows

[johaerys-writes]

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#5

Fandom: The Song of Achilles

Pairing: Achilles/Patroclus

I was once again inspired by the incredible @silver-peel and their gorgeous art, which you can see right here. I’m in tears, I love it so much 😭  So have some wintertime fluff with the world’s happiest boys :) 

I also wrote this for the @patrochillesweek​ 90-min Valentine’s day challenge!! I hope you enjoy <3

Read on AO3!

It had been a long day.

With the first signs of cold winds coming from the North, Chiron had had us gather the herbs we had left in the sun to dry, dig as many wild beets and onions as we could from the ground, pick the wild irises and hellebore that blossomed on the eastern side of the mountain, where the sun shone the brightest. Their stems were still small and tender, the petals not fully opened, but we picked them regardless, lest they burned with the frost.

It had been hard, repetitive work, and my limbs were heavy from the exertion. By the time the sun had dipped below Mount Pelion’s western peaks, covered white with snow, I would have gladly gone straight to bed. But the flowers and herbs we’d gathered still needed to be tied in small bunches and hung upside down to dry, and our tough winter shoes needed to be mended. So after we’d had our humble dinner of roast vegetables and rabbit stew, and Achilles had finished playing a few songs on the lyre for us, we sat close by the fire to continue our work, while Chiron worked on his powders and pastes.

The wind howled beyond our small cave, making the leaves of the apple trees rustle and shiver, but inside the cave it was warm. The fire crackled merrily, the dancing flames reflecting on the jagged peaks of the rose quartz ceiling. Condensation glittered on the surface of the crystals, like the happy tears of autumn clouds.

It wasn’t long before my arms felt tired, my eyelids heavy. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate on tying the irises into small, neat bunches, while Achilles’ soft, idle humming beside me soothed and calmed me.

I set my the bunch I’d been tying beside me, and leaned back into the furs. A moment’s pause couldn’t hurt; I would get back to work in a little while, I told myself, and turned to watch Achilles. The fire bronzed his sharp profile, shadows danced in the hollows of his eyes, the column of his throat. His long eyelashes caressed his cheekbones as he stared down at his work, his long, slender fingers pushing the needle through tough leather quickly and effortlessly, as if through butter.

Beautiful, I thought, and the thought came to me as naturally as my breath. It had been the quiet undercurrent of my life for so long, that I couldn’t imagine myself without it. Without him.

I let my lids fall closed, with the image of the amber flames limning the hair that fell in soft waves about his face, making it gleam like spun gold. The logs in the fireplace crackled and sputtered gently as I dozed, drifting deeper into sleep.

I jolted when I felt a light pinch on my shoulder.

“What?” I gasped, heart lurching in my throat as I sat upright on the furs. “What was that?”

Chiron glanced up from his mortar, his horse ears standing up in alarm.

“What was what, Patroclus?” Achilles asked.

“I— I felt something.”

“Did you? I’m sure it was nothing.” He smiled, mischief tugging at the edges on his lips before he turned to Chiron. “Patroclus must have had a bad dream, Chiron,” he said to the centaur, with that sweet and gentle voice that always used to make Phoenix and his tutors back in Phthia melt, no matter how naughty he’d been before.

I squinted at him, and at his artfully innocent expression. “Yes,” I murmured. “A dream.”

Achilles flashed me a quick, conspiratorial grin before returning to the boot he'd been working on, the perfect image of calmness and composure.  

I shook my head and sighed, taking up my work again. We worked for a while in silence, no other sound except for the flames in the hearth and the wind blowing through the trees outside.

My focus had been entirely consumed by my work, so much so, that I didn’t even notice the pesky fingers that slid underneath the furs once again. I yelped when I felt a pinch on my thigh, slightly harder this time.

“Achilles!”

He blinked at me innocently. “Yes?”

I frowned, my cheeks growing hot when Chiron paused what he was doing to stare at us again.

“Is something the matter, Patroclus?” he asked, but his knowing eyes were on Achilles.

“I think Patroclus has grown tired, Chiron.”

“Has he now?” the centaur hummed, a low sound that rumbled in his chest. “Then he should go to sleep. You both should. It’s been a long day.”

“Yes, it has.” Achilles set his work aside and uncoiled from beside me like a snake, stretching his long limbs with a yawn. He walked past me towards the interior of the cave, but not before his fingers lightly brushed the nape of my neck. A slight shiver ran through me at the contact, before I could help it.

“Are you coming, Patroclus?”

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62 notes - Posted February 15, 2022

#4

Just wanna say I look at your TSOA fanfictions and I'm very excited to one day read them but I haven't stopped crying about the boys long enough to read fanfics where any angst happens. I can barely think about them without crying ;-; but I appreciate you creating the content !!!

Aaahh thank you so much! And I feel you!! The pain is real 😭 Almost two years and a LOT of fic later and I'm still not over them, haha. If you do feel like reading something light hearted after all the heartbreak, I have written several one shots that are super fluffy, no angst whatsoever :))

Violet, Yarrow, Foxglove: A day in the life of Achilles and Patroclus a few months after arriving on Pelion, featuring Chiron being The Best DadTM! 

Sunlight On The Snow: a cozy winter night on Pelion and a morning walk in the snow, super fluffy with light smut.

Winter's Fruit: wintertime fluff and smut (again on Pelion), plus pomegranates lol

The Spaces In Between: Achilles and Patroclus steal a moment alone while in Skyros, fluff and smut galore ;)

Also, my one shot collection Memories and Echoes has many fluffy moments and minimum angst, and it's all SFW (just to prove that I'm not constantly writing smut with these two yes i'm constantly writing smut with these two aswfssvxs) 

Thank you for reaching out, and I hope you enjoy when/if you read! Hugs ❤

65 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

#3

First Line Meme

I was tagged for this by @musetta3! Thank you 💖 I absolutely love memes like this!

Rules: List the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends.

So let's see what we have:

1. A World With You (DA, Dorian Pavus/Trevelyan): Tristan always hated the cold.

2. High-Flying Birds (TSOA, Achilles/Patroclus): Achilles, the sun casting its last rays around his head like a halo, resplendent and aureate.

3. Where Blood Roses Bloom (CV, Trephacard, Hector/Lenore): Blood. There is blood everywhere: on his hands, on the sheets, on the floor, on the gilded bedposts. 

4. Blood Roses in the Snow (CV, Hector/Lenore): "Move, worm."

5. Fall Into Your Tide (TSOA, Achilles/Patroclus): The water cast shimmering reflections on the smooth surface of the statue.

6. Kiss Me Hard Before You Go (CV, Trephacard): The place is a mess. 

7. Violet, Yarrow, Foxglove (TSOA, Achilles/Patroclus): The bright midday sun was hot when it fell upon my brow. 

8. The Ways You Said 'I Love You' (TSOA, Achilles/Patroclus): The music from the lyres and cymbals drifted through the camp, mingling with the crackling of flames from the many bonfires that had been lit. 

9. Words Are Futile Devices (DA, Dorian Pavus/Trevelyan): A full, silver moon hung over the Frostback’s snowy peaks. Skyhold, for once, was quiet. 

10. The Spaces In Between (TSOA, Achilles/Patroclus): When Achilles lifted his arms, they looked like wings. 

I don't know if I can detect any patterns, but there is an embarrassing number of fics of mine that start with descriptions. I don't know if they're as fetching as dialogue or media res openings, but it's where my mind goes most of the time. I feel like most of these first lines reflect the vibes of each work, so I'm pretty happy about that. More than anything though, I love the openings of my Patrochilles works where Patroclus is unashamedly thirsting over Achilles. Now THAT is a pattern 😂

Tagging forth to @in-arlathan, @elveny, @noire-pandora @pinkfadespirit @pikapeppa @midnightprelude @aymayzing @inquisitoracorn @glimmerofgold and anyone else who would like to share their work! As always, no pressure <3

72 notes - Posted February 2, 2022

#2

Prompt maybe?

"You are still alive because my beloved asked me to, but you took him from me. Now no one will beg for your life on your behalf."

Thank you for the prompt! I assumed it was for Patrochilles, so I went with something short, sweet and angsty :) I hope you like!

"I saw Hector on the field today."

Patroclus' eyes snap open. The calm and content expression he wore but a moment ago melts into one of alarm and wariness. "What was he doing?"

"Fighting, of course." Achilles lazily traces Patroclus' jaw with his finger, follows the smooth line of his throat. "He was on his chariot. It is a rather big chariot. Do you think mine is bigger?"

Patroclus pushes himself up on his elbow to fix Achilles with a piercing look. "Did he try to get close to you?"

"He always does." 

"Yes, but did you let him?" 

Achilles smiles, teasing. "Why wouldn't I? He seems quite amiable, don't you think?" 

The flickering firelight dances in Patroclus' honey brown eyes, makes them gleam like bronze. He does not look away, nor does he speak another word, waiting for Achilles' answer even though he's given it countless times already. 

"No," Achilles relents, after several moments of silence. "I did not let him. I told Automedon to lead us away before he could get too close."

Patroclus lets out an audible breath, his shoulders relaxing. "Good," he whispers.

"But I think, next time I see him, I should try waving at him at least, for courtesy's sake. We are, after all, in his lands. Or I could speak to him." Achilles tilts his head as if in thought, lips pursing in a mock frown. "Would it be too forward of me if I asked him to compare the length of our spears? Or perhaps--"

His sentence cuts off abruptly when Patroclus rolls over him, pressing him into the mattress. His features harden with determination. "Promise me," he says. "Promise me you'll never fight him." 

Achilles blinks up at him, taken momentarily aback. "I won't," he says. 

"Promise me you'll never challenge him. That you'll never get close to him."

"I won't. I won't." His hands smooth up Patroclus' sides, slow and soothing. "You know that." 

Patroclus' muscles are still tense under Achilles' palms; he's taut like a drawn string. Achilles cups the back of his neck and pulls him down to him. He brushes his lips over his, tastes the sweetness of his breath on his tongue. "I promise, Patroclus." 

There's a caught sound in the back of Patroclus' throat; a small shiver runs through him. He melts into Achilles' embrace, mouth parting eagerly beneath his own to let him in, drink him down. The flames crackle in the small brazier, and the sea breeze drifts beyond their tent; time grows soft and syrupy around them, and for a while, there are no other words. 

Later, Achilles runs his fingertip over the sheen of sweat that's gathered in the hollow of Patroclus' throat, the drops that linger on his skin, small and luminous like stars.

"I've told you before, haven't I?" he whispers in his ear. "Hector has done nothing to me." 

Patroclus turns to him, his face sweet and tender in the amber firelight, and smiles.

~

The dust from the chariots hangs heavy over the ravaged plains of Troy. The sun beats down upon him, harsh and unrelenting. Achilles takes a breath that scratches, sears his lungs; his hand that holds the spear has grown heavy.

He's had no sleep in days, he can't recall the last time food has passed his lips. His heart is a hole of hurt, a deep black pit of ash and bone-- his rage the scorching fire that never dies down. 

"You are still alive because my beloved asked me to let you live, but you took him from me. Now, no one will beg for your life on your behalf, and all your gods have left you."

Hector is on his knees atop the blood-soaked earth. He gazes up at him, his eyes dark and solemn in the shadow of his helmet. Those same eyes that looked upon Patroclus as he bled to death.

Achilles could make him pay. He could storm Troy right then - he could kill Hector's son before him, he could torture his wife for sport, he could feast on Hector's blood until he bled no more - but none of this would sate him.

None of this will bring Patroclus back. 

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My #1 post of 2022

I haven't talked about this here before, but a big part of my year was spent working on my two pieces for this zine! I'm so excited to share my work with you 💚💛

The Let Them Lay Together: Patrochilles Zine is a non-profit, English language physical and digital fanzine to commemorate the Greek heroes: Achilles and Patroclus. A bonus, kink-friendly digital add-on will also be available!

This zine includes various versions of Achilles and Patroclus throughout history and media, written and drawn by more than 30 incredibly talented contributors, as well as interviews with Ben Prendergast, Patroclus' VA in Hades, and Barry Purves, the creator of the iconic stop motion short film Achilles (1995)!

All proceeds made will be donated to People In Need (PIN), specifically for Ukrainian Humanitarian Aid.

Preorders will be open from July 25 to August 26!

236 notes - Posted July 25, 2022

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[neoluca]

My year in review!! I tried to do a lot of different things this year, and I feel like I drew a lot more than in previous years 💛 I hope you'll all stay tuned for next year as well :3

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id also like to invite @loupgawou @pinksthetics @staryanna @skunkes @aishashopkeeper @synthaphone @illegaltruffle @boredchanty to do the same if you haven't already!! id really love to see everything you've all done as well 🥰 (and if you have done one already link me to it please!!!)

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

me every goddamn day in fandom

35 notes - Posted October 3, 2022

#4

what is with the influx of reader fics the past few years and why are so many top gun ones like that >:/

48 notes - Posted June 6, 2022

#3

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keep your head up (it’s a cruel world) || batfam || the old guard!reverse verse au

rating: T

category: gen

warnings: mention of injuries, grief/mourning, rapid healing, mcd but extremely temporary as in tog

wordcount: 20k

a/n: huge thank you to @thychesters​ for being an amazing friend, beta, and cheerleader!! <3 full A/N is on ao3

summary: “Black hair, blue eyes,” Tim continues. Bruce’s hands clench to hide the trembling in his fingers. “I saw a poster for The Flying Graysons. He was at Haly’s Circus, Bruce, they’re in town right now—”

Bruce turns with a snarl, throwing his fist against the wall. He feels the bones splinter, blood seeping between his fingers as his hand is already stitching itself back together. Not now, not so soon after—

Bruce’s chest throbs.

They only lost track of Jason five years ago. Damian’s final breath was barely three months ago.

He’s not ready for another.

He can’t leave another one behind.

[image id: a panel from robin & batman #3 of a young dick grayson standing in a desolate circus tent with the fic title in white text: “keep your head up (it’s a cruel world): a batfam the old guard!reverse verse au”

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57 notes - Posted January 12, 2022

#2

can we stop grievously injuring bruce's kids please, especially to cause him man pain. like can we please stop. I am no longer asking

95 notes - Posted July 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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195 notes - Posted January 24, 2022

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

hello can i interest you in some Them?

1,608 notes - Posted March 7, 2022

#4

For the last time, witches have magic stored within them in their bile sacks and draw from that. Glyphs draw from the magic around them in the environment. THAT is why Amity's magic works in the human realm, but Luz's doesn't.

1,938 notes - Posted October 10, 2022

#3

It’s all fun and games until the owl house and amphibia air angst episodes on the same day 30 minutes apart

2,588 notes - Posted February 10, 2022

#2

Amity is super smart and all but her being a clueless rich kid is SO funny to me. She probably doesn't know how to fry an egg. She can't even turn on the stove. She has never done laundry in her life.

8,505 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Personality test, is 80f/26c too hot for you?

23,680 notes - Posted June 25, 2022

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#+ from a nancy stand point it’s as tho they can’t write her character without her having to have a romantic plot

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

11:11; steve harrington

summary: in an overwhelming moment of pent up insecurities, worry starts to creep up on you as you wonder if maybe you aren’t enough for steve anymore

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

requested: yes

warnings: insecurities, reader doubting herself a little

notes: feedback is appreciated! you can find my masterlist here.

the silence in the car was almost suffocating, the air awkward and tense and you so badly wished you’d asked robin for a ride. steve kept sneaking glances at you, his fingers drumming restlessly against the steering wheel, clear worry and confusion etched into those effortlessly pretty features. more than once he’d opened his mouth to ask if you were okay but the words died on his tongue when he took in your frowning expression and the protective way you’d wrapped your arms around yourself. you were refusing to look at him, he knew that much, eyes locked on the passing trees outside of your window, mind so obviously not in the car.

you were upset, stomach rolling in nauseous waves as you replayed back the last few hours in your head. you and steve were spending more and more time with nancy now that hawkins was under threat, working tirelessly to figure out what the hell was happening and maybe that was the main reason for your turbulent emotions. you were afraid and that fear was making all your other fears and insecurities roll into one until you were left doubting every single aspect of your life. like whether steve had ever actually stopped loving nancy. like whether he was going to realise that you weren't the one, whether he was going to fall out of love with you quicker than he'd fallen in love with you.

you'd caught the way steve had looked at nancy, doubt sparking in the very corners of your mind. there was something soft about his expression, something open, a look that, in your eyes, only came with a long standing feeling of love. sitting in the wheeler's basement you'd watched them from the sofa, watched them trade inside jokes and laughs, the way steve nudged his hip against hers, how his smile was so bright his eyes crinkled at the corners. a feeling of confusion and loss bloomed low in your tummy, insecurity washing over you in waves as you wondered if you were enough. the shared glances made you question if maybe you were only a temporary replacement, a placeholder until steve got the girl he really wanted back.

"hey," you startled at the sound of steve's voice, almost flinching in shock when he pressed his hand gently on your thigh. he gave it a light squeeze, thumb rubbing softly over your skin as he brought your attention to him. "you're awfully quiet." you hummed a little in reply, letting your gaze linger on his dashboard, feeling awkward and unable to meet his eyes.

"just tired."

"you wanna spend the night? i can sneak into work and get us a movie, might be a nice distraction from all of this." it was a shock to steve when you shook your head because you never turned down movie nights, he understood things were messy and scary right now but that was exactly why he wanted you by his side. he could make sure you were safe that way.

"i just wanna go home and sleep."

"well then how about i stay over at your place?"

"my parents are home." total lie and you knew steve knew it, you'd told him only that morning that your parents were visiting family out of town. you turned back to the window, frown only deepening and he removed his hand from your leg, settled it back on the wheel. his heart felt funny, thumping unsteadily in his chest and his palms had turned unnaturally damp because he felt you were upset with him and he wasn't exactly sure why.

"what's wrong?"

"nothing, i told you, i'm just tired." your tone was snappy and it only escalated steve's worry, his throat dry when he swallowed. he slowed the car, turning on his hazards and pulled up at the side of the road, turning in his seat only to be met with your disgruntled expression. "what're you doing?"

"what's wrong?"

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3,706 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

#4

ok this is my first time requesting so sorry if it makes 0 sense but Steve taking reader home after she’s had a few too many drinks at a party and she’s getting all handsy and keeps trying to ask him out even though they’re already together and all he can do is laugh

this made perfect sense and i love the idea!

"c'mon pretty girl, gimme your hand." steve held his car door open with one hand against the top of the window, his other hand outstretched for you to take, palm up, fingers wiggling slightly. from your place in his passenger seat you gazed up at him, doe eyes full of clear adoration and just a little bit of awe, glinting in the faint light from the street lamps.

"you think i'm pretty?" he could only smile at that, humming and nodding his head, taking hold of your hand and pulling you carefully from your seat. you wobbled a little, settled into his side when he wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed the side of your head. he awkwardly pushed the car door shut, huffed out a soft laugh because you'd shifted and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressed yourself flush to his chest.

"prettiest girl i've ever seen." he gripped your waist, watched a smile appear on your face, big and bright, eyes crinkling at the corners. your fingers got lost in his hair, just a little clumsy and he winced when your rings tugged on the strands, smoothed his hands down over your sides.

"i think you're really pretty, too." steve grinned, wrapped one arm securely around your waist, the other trying to find his door key on the little silver ring, all while guiding you to the front door.

"yeah?"

"yeah, real pretty. i bet all the girls love you." he could only snort, a breathless sound, his fingers fumbling with the lock as yours traced over his chest. you skimmed your nails over the material of his shirt, focused a few seconds on the hem before pushing beneath, running over the band of his jeans. "are you taking me home?"

"we're already home, baby." he pushed the door open, caught the way your lips had tilted into a smirk, fingers dipping a little dangerously beneath his jeans and he had to tug your hand away. he sent you a warning look, ignoring the pout that had settled on your face. "hands to yourself tonight."

he pressed his own hand to the small of your back, pushed you into his hallway as he kicked the door shut, locked it again before setting the key in the bowl on the little table. you watched him, hands swinging at your sides, smile sleepy and fogged with alcohol, gaze tracking the length of his body as you reached to hook your fingers in his belt loops. you tugged him closer, his hands finding your upper arms as he led you down towards his kitchen, knowing he had to get you some water and pain killers.

“do you wanna go out with me?”

“go out with you?” you nodded, watched him through your lashes, tilting your head with a look of faux innocence because your fingers were trying to work the button of his jeans open.

“yeah, you’re just so pretty, don’t want anyone else to have you,” you pressed a kiss to his jaw, lipstick staining his skin. “want you to be my boyfriend.” again, your lips fell into a pout when steve gently pulled your hands away from him, re-buttoned his jeans and in one movement lifted you to settle you on the counter top beside the sink. the kitchen was dark, bathed only in the light from the moon through the large windows and he watched it flicker over your skin, catching on your eyes as his chest tugged just slightly.

“you wanna be my girlfriend?”

“uh huh, been thinkin’ ‘bout it all night, you’re just so pretty.” steve wasn’t entirely sure how much you’d had to drink but given the way you were trying to feel him up and asking him out despite two years of dating you figured it was a lot. your words were only slightly slurred, bumping into each other sometimes when your tried to talk a little too fast and it was all so endearing he couldn’t help but laugh, push a kiss to the soft skin of your cheek as he patted your thigh. “we can go to enzo’s right now, so i can show you off.”

“i’ll let you take me out tomorrow, yeah? can woo me and show me off as much as you want.” he paused, kissed the space between your brows where the skin had started to crease again. “but now i need you to drink some water for me and get some sleep.” he leant his body passed you so he could grab a glass off the side, hiding his smile from you when your hands started to wander again, pushing under his shirt so your fingers could card through the hair on his chest. he let you map out his skin for a few seconds as he filled a glass with water, tried not to let the softness of your fingers over his happy trail distract him because you were drunk and you were going straight to sleep, no matter how many times you tried to touch him.

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4,050 notes - Posted August 13, 2022

#3

out of your league; steve harrington

summary: steve’s friends refuse to believe his secret girlfriend is the pretty girl from the bakery and are more than a little surprised when you actually show up

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

requested: yes

warnings: none

notes: you can find my masterlist here.

“you’re so full of shit.”

“are you being serious right now?”

“bullshit, harrington.”

“why would i lie?”

“why would y/n date you?” dustin and steve sat opposite each other at a table in benny's diner, glares almost identical although dustin looked just slightly more bewildered than the older boy. steve had his arms crossed defensively, brow creased in slight annoyance over the fact his friends were refusing to believe who his girlfriend was. they'd been arguing about it for the past fifteen minutes since he'd declared you'd be joining them for lunch, dustin and max insisting that a girl as hot as you was far too cool to even consider dating him. it had been four months since you’d called it official, almost five months since your first date but steve had held off on even telling his friends he knew you, mainly because in all honesty, they were right, you were far too cool to even hang out with him.

"because i'm hot and charming and a total killer with the ladies?" this made robin snort from the seat next to him and he threw her the biggest glare he could muster, squashing his palm down on to the tiny origami swan she'd been making out of a napkin. her response was a quick kick to his ankle beneath the table, her own glare withering.

“you’re unnervingly full of yourself.”

“i’m factual.”

“factual schmactual, there is no way y/n l/n is the secret girl who’s been leaving love notes at the counter.” a snort sounded from across the table, max not even bothering to hide it as she grinned teasingly at steve.

“you’ve been getting love notes?”

“and sending them.” at that she only laughed harder, robin giggling a little behind her hand and steve wanted the ground to swallow him whole. his face was burning, the tops of his cheeks and ears no doubt a startling shade of red and he vowed to himself this was the last time he was treating them to lunch.

“i still refuse to believe it’s y/n,” dustin picked at the corner of the menu he was looking at, head shaking while he took quick glances at steve. “i mean, why were you keeping her a secret? shouldn’t it have been the other way around?”

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4,063 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

#2

how about a blurb where steve's girl comes into family video asking for a hug after a bad day and he practically trips rushing to give it to her?

oh ik for a fact steve wld drop everything immediately for his girl

you sought out steve the second you stepped into family video, pushing on to your tip toes to peer around the almost empty store in search of your boyfriend. you were seconds away from crying, tears already brimming in your eyes, that awkward lump lodged in your throat and after the day you'd had all you needed was the comfort of steve's arms and the steady thump of his heart to ease the ache inside of you. robin glanced up from the computer, the grin on her face slowly slipping into a frown.

"oh, hey, y/n are-"

"where's steve?" you hadn't meant to cut her off, didn't mean to be so harsh but you were embarrassed about your impending break down and in that moment your boyfriend was all you wanted.

“harrington, your girl’s here!” her yell was rather loud, startled one of the customers standing just beside the counter and your body felt hot from the attention it brought to you. it did grab steve’s attention immediately however, his head popping up over the top of one of the shelves, hair slightly disheveled. like robin, the smile on his face dropped instantly when he saw your expression, the exhausted look on your face, the obvious remnants of old tears settled beneath your eyes.

"baby," he dropped the tape in his hand with a clatter, matching the pouted look on your face as you stepped further into the store. you swiped at a stray tear that had fallen down your cheek. "hey, what's wrong?" you shook your head, sniffled rather aggressively.

"can you just- can you come here? really need a hug, stevie." your voice cracked and so did steve's heart, a soft noise tumbling from his lips as he nodded, clumsily pushing the cart he'd been using out of the way. his jacket got caught against the side of it and he swore under his breath when it rattled rather loudly into the shelves of horror films. in his haste to get out of the aisles and around the counter to you he whacked his hip off the corner and almost tripped over a wire robin hadn't tucked away, wincing as pain rolled over his skin.

his arms opened immediately and you met him halfway, let him tug your body down one of the aisles and away from prying eyes before he wrapped you up against his chest. he’d turned so his back was to the customers, hiding your frame as you pressed your face into the soft fabric of his shirt, your arms circling his waist, fingers clasping a little at his back. steve’s own arms came around your upper body, one pressed flat palmed to your shoulder blade, the other gentle against the back of your head, cradling you against him and the second you were tucked away safely the tears fell.

you melted into him, let him hug you tight, his grip helping keep you steady as his thumb brushed comfortingly over the back of your head, his lips pressed into your hair. he kept like that for a few minutes, let you hold him and cry, let you get it all out while pressing the occasional kiss to the top of your head or squeezing your shoulders a little tighter. his head dipped a little lower, neck craned almost awkwardly so he could brush his lips over your ear.

“i’ve got you, baby, m’here, yeah?” he kissed your temple, strained back up and pressed his cheek to the top of your head, swayed you both ever so slightly. the ache inside of you had dulled slightly from the intoxicating scent of him and the steady thump thump thump of his heart beneath your ear when you turned your head. the tight grip he had on you kept you grounded, helped you realise you were here with him and not back having the shift from hell, helped to slow the flow down of tears that had soaked through his shirt.

as you turned your head and pressed your cheek flat to his chest his hand shifted from the back of your head and cupped your jaw, large palm warm over your cheek. his thumb brushed the tears away, soothed over your damp skin until your body completely relaxed and your lashes fluttered from exhaustion. he kissed your forehead, let his lips linger for a few seconds. in his arms it didn’t feel like you were in family video, his warmth and comfort made you feel like it was just the two of you, wrapped up in his bed, covered by his sheets, a soft tangle of limbs and it eased your heart, made it feel less heavy.

“y’wanna tell me what’s wrong?” voice soft he grazed his thumb down the bridge of your nose, smiled into your hair when you kissed his palm and then shook your head. you tightened your arms around his waist.

“can you just hold me a little longer?” steve didn’t need to answer verbally, only nodded and squeezed your shoulder, went back to the soft back and forth of his thumb over your cheek. he knew he needed to work, the shelves wouldn’t organise themselves but nothing, not even his job, would come before making sure you were okay.

4,886 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

my girl; steve harrington

summary: you never expected your first time meeting steve’s parents to go so horrifically wrong

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

requested: yes

warnings: steve’s shitty parents, not the best writing i’ve done

notes: feedback is appreciated! you can find my masterlist here.

“you know she isn’t coming in just to rent the breakfast club every week, right?” you eyed steve as he pulled open the car door for you, his hand reaching down to grip yours so he could help you out. his fingers were cold against your skin despite the summer sunshine, his much larger fingers wrapping gently around yours. the tiny promise ring he’d gifted you for your birthday twinkled in the light, steve’s thumb momentarily brushing over it before he pulled you up.

“she doesn’t just rent the breakfast club, sometimes she rents the goonies.” he pushed the car door shut behind you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you shook your head.

“she’s not there for the movies, steve.” you slid your arm around his waist, fingers slipping slightly beneath the material of his shirt to graze over his bare skin. his gaze was light and taunting, a lazy smirk lifting one side of his mouth because he could almost feel the jealousy radiating from you.

kennedy walton had been coming into family video every friday for the past six weeks, almost always renting the breakfast club even after spending half an hour browsing the shelves. steve knew she wasn’t really looking, she spent most of her time eyeing him, twirling her hair and smiling just a little too much whenever he glanced over. steve also knew how much it annoyed you, the other girl almost always just so happened to be there when you met him after your shift at the police station and her high pitched giggles were guaranteed to bring out a scowl from you. on more than one occasion he’d heard you mutter to robin that he “wasn’t even that funny”.

“maybe she’s there for keith, he’s been getting a lot of female attention since he grew that beard.” he’d spun the two of you around, both of his hands now settled on your cheeks to tilt your head up to him, and gently pressed you up against the car. your look was so dry that steve gave a soft snort, lips coming down to smother kisses across your cheeks and nose. “or maybe she comes in just for a few minutes of your charming personality.”

“she likes you and you know it.”

“so?”

“so she comes in to stare at you like a total creeper and flirt. terribly. she’s a terrible flirt.” you were almost pouting, brows drawn together in a dramatic show of irritation but steve could only focus on how adorable you were. on how good it felt to have someone love him so much that it bothered them knowing girls came into the store just to stare at him. his nose bumped yours, his thumb brushing in soft motions across your cheek and he could feel the way you melted into him, one of your hands gripping lightly at the fabric of his shirt.

“she’s not that terrible at flirting.” he teased, unable to hold back his grin when you arched your brows. “and she always compliments my hair. you never compliment my hair anymore.”

“because i’m not trying to get you to fuck me.”

“no?”

“no.” you tilted your head, cocking it slightly to one side and watched steve carefully. “you really think her flirting is good?” this had him snorting again, shaking his head with a quiet laugh, his grin only making you smile despite your tiny feeling of annoyance at kennedy.

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5,093 notes - Posted June 10, 2022

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[annwayne]

I’ve resumed my play through of the cod mw2 reboot and I have been consumed. I don’t care if we barely talk, never talk, or I don’t even know your blog please I need to find the other cod mw2 girlies (gn)

Bonus points for ocs and oc/canon ships I eat that uppp

[weak-hero]

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[creatediana]

“Crossed Out” - a Petrarchan sonnet written 12/08/2022

[oflgtfol]

customer not wearing a mask: *gestures to my mask* do they make you wear it or are you just doing it?

me: oh no one makes me. im just wearing it

him: oh ok. not to shame you or anything. i get it, people are gross, haha

me: haha.