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Just ahoytiger... I think it would have been a better ship name.
#stason#i guess#ahoytiger#normally i dont care but it’s cuter and has virtually nothing in the tag.#does it make the most scenes probably not 🤷♀️
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Reading amazing fanfiction, then forgetting to bookmark it
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"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick
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Happy birthday TO YOU!!! I hope you’ve been having a wonderful day!! Lots of love <3
Thanks hun it's been pretty good 🥰
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Turns out I needed some sunlight and booze.
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How many times can the same thing break your heart?
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every time i see someone with the same kind of car as me i wish i could approach them like we're out walking our dogs. how old is she? whats her name? what a beautiful color! let them sniff each others exhaust pipes a little.
#some woman did this to me once. I am not a car person but her enthusiasm was very cute and I did my best to answer and reciprocate#so you can do this if you're not a coward
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reblog to give the person you reblogged from the strength to complete The Task™
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sometimes someone will comment very kindly on an old fic of mine and it'll make me go like "huh that reminds me, I should orphan that, I don't like that one" and then I orphan it. which is probably not what that person wanted to happen when they left a comment on a 9 year old fic like some kind of saint
#I have never thought about orphaning my fics even the ones that i dont jive any more#when an old fic theres a moment of almost embarassment because im not the same person who wrote that now#but I love that someone else can enjoy it after all this time even when Im cringing at the thought of it being read
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To deal with my disappointment I of course started a new fic (why am I like this 😤) Flayed Steve is giving Billy to the mind flayer for funsies.
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Wealthy omega Steve going on an arranged date each week to the same restaurant because his parents want him to find a mate.
Alpha Eddie who busks in the parking lot for tips and always offers him a cigarette and a shoulder to cry on after it doesn’t work out.
It takes them a while.
“Another one? That’s the third date this week, pretty boy. You going for a record or something?” Eddie asks, already holding his half-finished cigarette out for Steve to take.
He does. It’s his only reward for doing all of this.
Well, that and Eddie.
Eddie makes this easier.
Steve takes a long draw from it, craving the burn of nicotine more than he cares to admit to himself.
He craves Eddie’s company too, but that’s between him and the cigarette.
“Yeah, my parents are working overtime it seems. They’re bound and determined to have me mated off before spring.”
Steve laughs.
Eddie doesn’t.
“They sound awful.”
They are. Their insistence on old-fashioned values and treating their omega son like a burden to be rid of is proof enough.
“They mean well,” he says. “I think.”
Eddie hums thoughtfully. It’s clear that he disagrees.
Steve passes the cigarette back.
The alpha snubs it out on the sidewalk they’re sitting on instead.
“How long are you gonna keep doing this for?”
“Well, as long as it takes to find someone who’s interested, I guess. There’s not an exact timeline or any—”
Eddie startles Steve when he cuts him off with a growl.
He doesn’t look mad, but his forehead creases, deep frown, and sour scent speaks of irritation.
“Not what I meant.”
Oh.
“I don’t know, Eddie. They’re my parents… and it’s not like I’ve got anyone else knocking down my door.”
Even his dates aren’t interested once they’ve met him in person.
Steve always looks good on paper. He’s attractive and from an upstanding family, a decent investment at first glance.
But then he opens his mouth. That’s where their interest always ends.
Sometime between shaking hands and dessert, their eyes get bored and they start checking their watch more. They don’t bother to hide that they’re running out the clock, eager to be away from Steve.
He thought it would hurt less after a while, but it doesn’t.
“How many times are we gonna do this, Stevie?“
And now even Eddie is bored with him. It makes sense. They’ve been meeting up for months and Steve isn’t worth much for stimulating conversation.
It had to end eventually.
“I’m sorry. I— I didn’t realize I was bothering you. I can leave you to your gigging, man. Let me just—”
Steve reaches for his wallet, pulling out a thick wad of bills to shove in Eddie’s guitar case as an apology for taking up his precious time.
Compensation for the therapy.
“Hey, no— that’s not what I meant, baby. I just— ugh, why is this so hard to say?” Eddie groans, grabbing at his own hair in frustration.
Steve hasn’t the faintest idea what’s ailing Eddie. The guy is normally chill 100% of the time. It’s why Steve goes to him for comfort. He’s hard to shake.
“Sorry?” he tries.
“No, I’m sorry! I just can’t sit here for yet another evening and pretend like there are more fish in the sea for you or whatever,” Eddie explains frantically, his eyes begging Steve to understand.
Ouch. Okay. Point made.
Steve is unlovable, got it.
He stands, brushing off his slacks so his shaking hands aren’t as noticeable.
Keep cool. Breathe.
“Understood. I won’t bother you anymore then. I can park across the street next time too. Good luck with everything, Eddie. I’m sure your band will get signed soon, you’re a talented musician.”
Eddie shoots to his feet, almost tripping over his own lanky limbs in the process.
He grabs the sleeve of Steve’s dress shirt, stopping him from leaving.
“Don’t go on anymore dates.”
Jesus.
“Yeah, I got it the first time, thanks. I’m undesirable. Can you stop repeating it?”
Eddie looks like he’s been slapped, but he doesn’t say anything back. The bluntness must have caught him off guard.
Steve sighs, attempting to pull free from the alpha’s grip.
He almost manages it.
But then Eddie snaps back to reality and his eyes go wide for just a split moment before he kisses Steve right on the lips.
It’s unexpected to say the least.
It’s also probably the best kiss of his entire life. Too bad it’s from someone who just told him to quit dating because nobody will ever want to court him.
They finally break apart and Steve sways.
“Eddie… what in the actual hell are you—?”
“I love you! I love you— I’ve been in love with you for months, but you insist on going on all these dates with alphas who have no taste and they keep breaking your heart and leaving me to pick up the pieces, but I don’t want to keep handing them back. I want to keep you, Steve. I want to be the only alpha you go on dates with.”
Steve stops trying to run away.
Instead, he yanks at the collar of Eddie’s shirt, tugging him into another, longer kiss.
This is love, huh? Makes sense.
His lips are warm and so is his heart. Patched up once more and encased in a body other than his own
No more arranged dates.
“That was a ‘yes,’ in case it didn’t translate.”
Eddie’s face is flushed and his happy smile is infectious.
“I don’t have the kind of money your usual dates have, but I had this really cute guy way overtip me earlier. Can I buy you dinner, pretty boy?”
It’s the first of many.
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I love the HC because it's so funny just imagine how the conversation is like:
'I think we should break up. Me and you—it's just not gonna work out.'
'No.'
'No?'
'No, I refuse.'
'Wtf? You can't refuse. I'm the one ending it. We're no longer in a relationship.'
'Sorry no. That's not how it works.' And he just walks away leaving Billy in disbelief like
'?? That is how it works??', but no one is there to hear him anymore and the whole time he doesn't have a set emotion because that interaction sent him into a spiral. And later on he thinks he's going to Steve's house that night to clear the whole thing again because somehow he thought maybe something just wasn't clicking only to be sitting on Steve's windowsill in another spiral because the boy said, " I want you to ruin my life."
And from there they just keep dating and it's crazy because this boy wants him around and he is ruining his life but in the way where he just pushed himself in even more and made a permanent spot in Billy's life and Billy doesn't know how to handle that but it's going.
Or something like that..😂 I wanted to share it with you though because I couldn't stop thinking about that whole thing lmao
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Anon, yes, yes and thank you for sharing absolutely!
Billy goes there all angst ready to end things and be miserable without Steve. He has absolutely no idea what to do when Steve just refuses. No idea how to respond to Steve saying no to breaking up. Stands there mouth open as Steve pecks him on the cheek and tells him he'll see him at seven for dinner.
He stands there long after Steve leaves, in shock before the array of emotions starts kicking in so hard it makes him light headed. Disbelief because what? Annoyance because he likes having the last word. Warm and fluttery in the gut, heart beating hard against his ribs because he tried to end it and Steve wants to keep him. Anger because now he has to go try and give Steve his little break up speech again. Mostly he's still all sad and angst though, he just wants Steve to end up happy and Billy honestly doesn't think he can make Steve happy.
He shows up fifteen minutes late hoping to piss Steve off and make him a little more accepting of their impending break up. Except he's a dumbass and Steve 100% knows what he's doing, dinner isn't even ready yet he was expecting Billy to try harder than this, just grinning wide and pretty when Billy gets there mouth all twisted down in a frown. He loses his nerve until after dinner because he's not about to pass up one last meal cooked by Steve.
Beer in hand across from Steve on the couch he tries again. Not that it gets him anywhere Steve isn't letting him get away. He kown Billy loves him, knows he wouldn't be here trying to break it off if he didn't and Steve isn't giving him up. Steve honestly loves it when Billy ruins things, Billy standing up to his parents and ruining dinner is one of his favorite things. But everything Billy thinks he's ruining is in his head Steve doesn't have such high ideals of himself but he knows arguing it with Billy won't work so he just straight up refuses.
Billy just tries over and over and Steve keeps answering no with a sweet honest smile before he finally gives his final answer. "I want you to ruin my life big guy, I want you to ruin it for the rest of my life. So no we're not breaking up, come upstairs when you're ready for dessert." And like Billy wants desert he always wants desert but he needs to compose himself because once again he's spiraling through emotions and hearing Steve put it that way is a lot to process. He smokes one two three cigarettes before he gets a handle on his feelings and heads upstairs to find his future.
Billy adjusts to it all slowly realizing Steve’s slid into his life so thoroughly and honestly Billy would be lost if Steve had accepted him breaking up with him that day.
Thank you for sharing. I love it, like Billy is just an angst angry sad boy and he would end up being so lost without Steve who's never been happier.
Thank you again for sharing with me 💜💜🥰
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Everytime I hear Zara Larsson's Ruin My Life I think about Billy trying to break up with Steve because he is sure he'l is just going to ruin his life. Steve of course is just all yeah, nope we're not doing that, I want you to ruin my life.
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Yes. These bastards (and actually the whole Sheikah design) is based on the japanese Jomon pottery.
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going thru mood swings makes me feel like a sim its so embarrassing
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tumblr is great because no matter how many followers i get it doesn't stop me from being really fucking annoying. other places i will perhaps think before i post. Not here. not here
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