#anyway i love you goodnight<>

[heartorbit]

bugs when you lift up a rock

[h0nkshroom]

gently places these in your hands and cartwheels away into the night

[djarinova]

╰─▸ ❝ levi ackerman ❞ ˋ*ੈ*⁀➷ 18+

god im just imagining a really hot and heavy make out session with levi—maybe you've both had a few drinks on a night out, or maybe you havent seen each other for a couple of weeks—and you're trying to direct levi into the bedroom. but everytime you try to lead him away he grips onto your waist and holds you in place, planting open mouth kisses all along your neck and sucking on your tender spot until he feels you wrapping your arms around him. you try over and over again, wanting more than anything to move into the bedroom. desperate to feel him inside of you. and as you try once more, pulling away from levi's mouth ever so slightly, he taps your thigh and you move without thinking and place your leg around his waist.

"and now the other one."

you oblige almost immediately, only a second of doubt crossing your mind as you tilt your head questioningly, but one nod of levis head has you jumping up and securing your legs around his waist.

"good girl."

and as you moan into his lips you suddenly feel something pressing up against your clit, and your body jolts. you don't even remember him undressing your lower half and so you sneak a glance at the sight beneath you. and you watch as he presses himself into you, a low growl escaping from his throat. it sends a shiver up your spine. his arms are tight around you, keeping you pressed against the wall, and as he begins to thrust into you his muscles flex, almost glistening in the dim light.

[rainbow-nerdss]

"How come you never talk to me about sports?"

It's late in the afternoon on a lazy Sunday, and they're just curled up on the couch together. Eddie's got a book in one hand, and he's carding the fingers of his other through Steve's hair. Steve's got the sports pages from the morning paper in his lap, and he's looking through it idly.

He stops when he hears Eddie's question, though, cranes his neck back to look at him.

"Huh?"

"How come you never talk about sports? I just realised I don't even know what teams you support." Eddie dog-ears his book and sets his book aside as he asks.

Steve frowns. "But… you don't care about sports. Like, at all. Why would I bore you by talking about it?"

"Are you bored when I talk about D&D?” Eddie asks, hand stilling in Steve’s hair. Steve shakes his head. “I tell you about my sessions all the time. I tell you about the books I'm reading and music shit, and you always listen to me. You don't really care about any of that stuff, either."

Steve shakes his head. "Yeah, but that’s different,” he tries to argue.

“How so?”

Steve wracks his brain for the words to describe it. “I like listening to you talk about D&D because you get so excited. I like hearing you talk about something you care about."

Eddie smiles and kisses Steve’s forehead. He looks almost smug, like he’s won a debate Steve hadn’t even realised he was part of.

"So let me ask again. Why don't you talk about sports more?"

Steve is quiet, staring at nothing in the distance as he puts the pieces together.

"I never... Nobody ever.... I mean, except Lucas, but Robin and Dustin always rolled their eyes when I made references to it, so..."

Eddie cups Steve’s face and looks him in the eye. "Tell me something."

"What?"

"I don't know. What's the drama right now? How's your team doing in the league or the championship or whatever it's called? Tell me about the last game you saw on TV! I wanna hear you talk about your interests, too."

Steve feels warmth burst in his chest as he sets the newspaper aside. 

Eddie leans back against the couch, watching fondly as he listens. Steve is hesitant at first, stumbling over his words. A little voice in the back of his head keeps tripping him up, telling him Eddie doesn't care about any of this and you're boring him, wrap it up.

Every time he lets the voice win, though, every time he stops talking, trails off, or tries to change the topic to something Eddie might enjoy more, Eddie asks him a question.

"What does that rule mean?"

"How does team selection even work?" 

"What would your dream line-up look like right now?"

And Steve answers. And Eddie listens.

When Eddie finally runs out of questions, Steve's surprised by how happy he is.

"You're really cute when you talk about sports, you know that right? Your face lights up with it."

Steve leans in and kisses Eddie. "I love you."

"Love you too, babe. I really do."

[d0d0-b0i]

bees n stuff

[lovesickeros]

popping in randomly after almost an entire month just to talk non stop about the tsaritsa again everyone sit down.

specifically just thinking about the implications of tsaritsa's ideals originally being about love + the abandonment of those ideals to complete her goal of, presumably, destroying Celestia or whatever she's cooking up. to the point even her people don't love her and I probably don't even remember a time her ideals were of love. now it's all just ice and snow and cold.

which makes romantic fics w her even funnier because she's purposely removed this part of herself and suddenly reader walks into teyvat like they own the place (they do) and I can only imagine her reaction. angry, probably. because why you? what are you doing to her that's caused her hundreds of years of strict adherence to rejecting "love" both from others and to others to just. collapse. absolute shattering of her world and you probably don't even know it bc if nothing else she's good at hiding it. a lot of denial. tries to pick you apart and see what's makes you so different.

and oh she just hates it. she loathes it.

basically one sided enemies to lover trope because she can't stand you for a while but if you stick around she starts warming up to you and it makes it WORSE. so much worse. tries to distance herself but your just everywhere and it gets on her nerves because why does she love you? she isn't capable of love, not anymore. she thought she was.

g-d forbid one of the harbingers or PIERRO notices she'd never live it down. might even consider the implications of just killing you (she doesnt). worse if you know about it and act like a brat she will lose her damn mind

just the tsaritsa being an absolutely horrible mess internally.

[mastersprogram]

Y’know Another Great Song Not on The Album? “Good Ol’ fashioned Wedding”!

You guys LOVED The Last Beetjuice video post, so it’s only Fair That I share Another One!

[katsu28]

to be alone together

pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

summary: steve has to work on valentine’s day, but maybe it’s not as bad as he thought it would be

warnings: none, 1.8k

a/n: u know i had to do a lil something for my steve girlies too <3 went for a more steve centric pov bc he is the definition of pining simp 

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(gif credits to @harringtondaily)

“Kinda sucks that you gotta work tonight.” Robin’s voice through the phone pressed to Steve’s ear was staticky, but still provided a good distraction from the empty video store around him.

It was Valentine’s Day and Steve had been at Family Video since opening, watching couple after couple come in to pretty much clear the romcom shelves, and yeah, he was a little bummed about it, but there was no point moping around about it any longer than he already had been. 

“It’s whatever, honestly. Not like I had any plans to begin with.” He sighed, shifting the receiver so it was wedged between his cheek and shoulder as his fingers drifted down to fiddle with the pen on the counter absentmindedly. 

“Steve, that’s sad.” Robin replied. Steve wrinkled his nose, a slightly offended noise escaping the back of his throat. “No! I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant that you should be out and about, having a good time.” 

“You know what’s actually sad? You talking to me instead of paying attention to your date.” He shot back, only half serious. “Where’s Nance?” 

“Oh she’s right here. Say hi, Nance.” 

Steve heard a faint ‘hi Steve’ in the background and he returned the greeting. “What are you guys doing tonight?” 

“She made this really fancy pasta thing for dinner, we’re just waiting on the chicken to finish in the oven and I thought I’d see what was going on with you.” Robin sounded casual, but he knew this was her way of checking up on him since he was the only one on shift all day and she knew how he felt about today. 

“Rob, I don’t know how many times I gotta tell you, but I’m fine. It’s really not a big deal.” 

“Why don’t you just close up early, come join us for dinner? We have more than enough food.” 

“You’re seriously inviting me to crash your romantic dinner date with your girlfriend?” He snorted, rolling his eyes playfully. “What does Nancy think of that?” 

There was some shuffling on the other end, a bout of silence, then Robin was back on the line. “She’s giving me a weird look, nevermind. Now that I think about it, it wasn’t my best idea.” 

“I love you both, but you know I can’t.” 

The bell above the door jingled softly, drawing Steve’s attention away from his phone call and to whoever just walked in. 

Shit. It was you. 

You were dressed like you were supposed to be on your date, not here, hair and makeup done up all pretty, floaty dress in his favorite color swishing around your knees as you made your way into the store. It made him wonder if you chose that color on purpose, but he knew that you didn’t. You couldn’t have known you’d be seeing him tonight. Wishful thinking on his end though. 

“Rob, I gotta go,” He blurted, straightening up behind the counter. 

“Wait, what—” 

“I gotta go, she’s—someone’s here, I gotta help her.” 

“She? Oh my god, wait! Is it—” 

“Have a nice date, tell Nance I said bye!” With that, Steve hung up, slamming the receiver onto the base with enough force to send it skittering a few inches. “Hey, Y/N.” 

“Steve!” Your previously downturned lips lifted into a smile, one that had Steve’s heart thudding a little faster in his chest. It always did. “I didn’t know you were working tonight.” 

See, you were also part of the reason he decided to take the extra shift today, but through no fault of your own. You’d mentioned earlier in the week while you were hanging out with him and Robin that someone had asked you out for tonight, and Steve didn’t really know how to feel about it. 

You were friends, but had Steve been harboring a crush on you since pretty much the first day you met? Yes. 

Did he feel an itching sense of jealousy that you were going on a date with someone that wasn’t him? Also yes. 

Would he do anything about it? Probably not. 

Okay, so maybe he knew exactly how he felt about it. Hell, he’d picked up an extra shift to distract himself from it. 

“Yeah, I got called in last minute." A lie. "Aren’t you supposed to be on a date right now?” A casual, not at all hoping that it crashed and burned question. That would be mean. (But also a little gratifying for him.)

You chuckled, a tad bitter as you leaned forward, propping your elbows on the counter, the action sending a whiff of your perfume his way. Steve’s knees almost gave out. “Supposed to, yeah. But the guy never showed up.” 

Steve had to fight a noise of surprise. What kind of dumbass would skip out on a date with you? “Really? That’s—that sucks, I’m sorry.” 

“S’okay. Wasn’t really looking forward to it anyways.” 

“Oh?” 

“I didn’t really know him that well, honestly. He was a friend of a friend, asked me out in front of a bunch of people, and I didn’t really wanna turn him down and make it awkward.” 

“You’re way too nice, Y/N. And he’s an idiot for standing you up.” 

“Thanks, Steve.” You smiled warmly at him, patting his hand. Steve had to pretend his pulse wasn’t racing right now. “What about you? Why’re you here and not out with anyone?” 

“I, uh—I didn’t really feel like going out tonight. Don’t think I’d be a very good date anyways.”

“Oh, you’re just being modest. What girl wouldn’t wanna spend Valentine’s Day with Steve Harrington?” 

The one girl he wanted to spend this day with, he thought. You. 

“You’d be surprised.” He muttered. 

“Well then they’re idiots too.” 

A small smile quirked his lips. “Thanks.” 

“Hey, I just came to pick up some movies and spend the rest of my night shoveling down ice cream, but since we’re both here now and alone, d’you wanna…be alone together? Grab a bite to eat or do something?” 

Steve’s shoulders slumped defeatedly. “I’d love to, but I—I can’t. I gotta stay here til the end of my shift, Keith’s been on my ass about taking off early and as much as I hate the guy, I don’t wanna get fired.” 

“Oh, okay. Don’t worry about it, I’m, uh—it’s cool.” Was he hallucinating, or did you look disappointed? 

“Would you maybe wanna, I dunno, stay here? We can watch whatever you want and I know where Robin keeps her work snack stash. That way we can be alone together and I don’t get chewed out again?” Steve blurted hopefully. He was honestly expecting you to say no. Why would you wanna spend the rest of your already shitty night with him in a dingy video store? But then your face split into the biggest smile and you nodded, rocking forward on the balls of your feet earnestly. “Go pick something out, I’ll grab the snacks.” 

You scurried off to browse the near bare shelves, leaving Steve shaking his head amusedly in your wake as he watched you skim the tapes with a look of utmost concentration. He slipped into the back room to grab Robin’s last unopened bag of chips, making a mental note to buy more before tomorrow’s shift before returning to the video area.

He skimmed the store, spotting you in the romcom section, and when he made his way over, you were contemplating the last two tapes on the shelf. 

You beamed at him upon spotting him. “Pretty in Pink or Sixteen Candles?” 

“Am I allowed to say neither?” 

“You said whatever I want, Steve.” You said pointedly, propping your hands on your hips. 

“I did, didn’t I?” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers. You let out a hum of pleasure, sliding your chosen movie off the shelf and wandering towards the TV in the corner. Steve hurried after you quickly, plucking the tape from between your fingertips and running away, not unlike a child would. 

“Steve!” You huffed, whirling on your heel. He grinned mischievously at you, waving it in the air like a taunt. You caught up with him within seconds, lunging for the tape that he held up above his head and away from your outstretched hand. Your body was pressed against his as you reached for it, as you leaned against him in a fruitless attempt to overpower him. “Steve, gimme the tape!” 

“No!” He laughed, but that laughter very soon trickled off as soon as he realized your proximity. You were so close, he could see the color of your eyes clear as day, looking right back at him. You’d fallen quiet too, as if you’d come to the same realization. 

You were nose to nose, faces a hair’s breadth away from each other, the stolen tape in Steve’s hands long forgotten. Every fiber in his body was telling him to pull away, because the longer he stayed here the weirder it would be when he finally did manage to retreat, but no matter how hard he willed himself to move, he couldn’t. Instead, his eyes flicked down to your lips. Your breath hitched almost imperceptibly. 

“Steve?” You whispered, gaze darting around his own face. 

“Yeah?” 

“Kiss me.” 

You didn’t have to tell him twice.

Steve dropped the tape immediately, closing the gap between you and pressing his lips against yours. His hands came up to cup your face, holding you firm but kissing you soft, like he was preparing himself to pull away if you did. But from the way you were returning his kiss, how your hands clutched at the front of his vest to keep him this close, it didn’t feel like you’d be pulling away anytime soon, and that spurred him on even more. 

One hand slid down to settle at your waist, the other curling around the back of your neck as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss just a little bit. 

Steve’s lips felt tingly when he pulled away, tasted of your cherry lip gloss when his tongue darted out to lick them. He was sure to have a little bit on his mouth now, but it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Not by a long shot. Cherry might’ve just become his new favorite flavor. 

“I really like you.” He breathed, chest heaving against yours. Your lips curved into a soft smile—the same smile that nearly sent Steve’s brain short circuiting every time it was aimed his way. 

“After that kiss, I’d sure hope so,” You replied, smoothing out his wrinkled shirt as best you could. “I like you too, just so you know. Part of the reason I was so okay with my date ditching me. He wasn’t you.” 

Steve could only beam at you, going in for another kiss. In his excitement, he missed his mark, hitting the corner of your mouth instead, but he didn’t care. The girl he wanted all along actually liked him back, and it only took one failed date and an extra shift to find out. 

Maybe working on Valentine’s Day wasn’t so bad after all. 

[stellarfoxian]

quality time !!

characters: tingyun, stelle, robin

a/n: feeling bored and lonely... so i will imagine what it's like to spend time with some of my favorite ladies... <3

warnings: none, just lots of fluff. might have some minor lore inaccuracies (it is 1am rn), not proofread.

tingyun:

: ̗̀➛ tingyun absolutely loves spending time with you.

: ̗̀➛ if she's honest, it's her favorite part of the day, coming home and spending time with you.

: ̗̀➛ so when you called her while she was tending to her shop to tell her you wanted to spend more time with her when she got home, she was ecstatic !

: ̗̀➛ she comes home and tells you to get ready, she's about to give you the experience of a life time.

: ̗̀➛ well, i guess that's an exaggeration. she takes you to the sleepless earl, and you both get drinks. "they're on me," she says, "get what you want!"

: ̗̀➛ with that, you both spend who knows how long people watching, talking about life, and having a good time.

: ̗̀➛ the quality time doesn't end when you both get home though. your time at the sleepless earl went well into the night, so you both get into bed together and cuddle. (after her bedtime tail care, of course!)

: ̗̀➛ her arms wrap around your body protectively, as if someone would take you away from her. she knew no one would, but she adored the feeling of protecting you, so she held you in her arms tightly.

: ̗̀➛ when you fall asleep, you sleep comfortably in her loving embrace.

: ̗̀➛ foxians <3

stelle:

: ̗̀➛ oh stelle, the big puppy you are <3

: ̗̀➛ there is rarely a day when you two aren't together. stelle is practically attached to your hip with how clingy she is. you go on all kinds of adventures with her, they're fun!

: ̗̀➛ today was honestly no different.

: ̗̀➛ stelle's gone many places, so thinking of somewhere to take you was really no big deal for her.

: ̗̀➛ in fact, she takes you to a lot of places in just one day.

: ̗̀➛ though, you may have to keep her out of trashcans.. her curiosity WILL get the better of her if you don't keep an eye on her.

: ̗̀➛ stelle shows you all kinds of beautiful places you've never been before. she has quite the eye for them, you realize. it's something you wouldn't really expect from her.

: ̗̀➛ near the end of your adventures, you find yourself resting your head on her shoulder, watching shooting stars. her arm wraps around her waist and she looks down at you. she's so happy, and you can tell. if she had a tail, it'd be wagging faster than you could ever imagine.

: ̗̀➛ you look up at her, she looks back, and for a few moments, you two are just staring into eachother's eyes. then... she leans in and kisses you, and of course you reciprocate.

: ̗̀➛ overall, it was a very fun day with your very fun girlfriend (who... likes trashcans a concerning amount.)

robin:

: ̗̀➛ with robin being an idol, it is quite hard to find time for yourselves, just you and her.

: ̗̀➛ she's busy often, and she feels really bad about not spending as much time with you as she wishes she could.

: ̗̀➛ you understand, of course, but she still feels bad. so, she gets an idea.

: ̗̀➛ one day, robin isn't busy, you aren't busy, so she takes you out to walk the streets of penacony !

: ̗̀➛ she puts on an admittedly ridiculous disguise and grabs your hand, taking you to all the wonderful places there are in the dreamscape.

: ̗̀➛ you actually get to see a lot of it before you have to return, and you're surprised with how varied it is.

: ̗̀➛ while you're out, you get to see how excited robin is to be with you. her wings are fluttering so quickly and she just seems so happy to be with you. obviously, you're happy to be with her too, but she just looks so adorable

: ̗̀➛ when you guys stop to get a bite to eat, she gets a few crumbs on her face, which you point out and wipe off for her.

: ̗̀➛ you even get to feed her some of your food ! (and vice versa) how romantic.

: ̗̀➛ as reluctant she is to return home, when you both get there, you allow her to collapse on top of you in bed, letting her use you as a pillow. she's comfortable, you don't have the heart to tell her to move!

: ̗̀➛ the night is quiet after that, you both end up getting to sleep well. though days like this don't happen often, you enjoy them when you get to have them.

[neolxzr]

i knew you'd come back (i never had any doubt)

[shovson]

wet james, austria 2016

[luck-of-the-drawings]

"And soda; runs off into the street..." "...and soda... is totally okay!"

[whisperingn1ghts]

HEHEHEHEHEH 🫶🫶🫶

[itsjaywalkers]

luck came (and died 'round here), ch 2

bartylily | explicit | 2/4

“Always an honour to ruin your day,” he replies, lighthearted, as if all this is just a big joke to him. It probably is. Lily doesn’t think Crouch has ever taken something seriously in his life. “You really not gonna tell me what’s up?” “I don’t understand why I should—” “C’mon, we’ve gotten closer since I saw you sobbing your eyes out outside of the library—” “Shut it,” she hisses, fear gripping at her heart while she resists the urge to take a quick look around, check that no one they know is near, that no one has heard him. “We don’t talk about that. In fact, I’d like to pretend it never happened.” “And why is that? Are you embarrassed by any chance, princess?” “Of being seen with you? Incredibly so.”

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

…. forced myself to power through the third merguru part and now the fic is sitting at 8k ish ………

[identityquest]

here with me