With Your Love ~ Blurb
You curled up against his broad chest, smiling down at the book you were reading but not absorbing any of the words. His strong arms encircled you, and you giggled softly, nestling closer to his teakwood-scented sweater. You had dreamed of moments like this since you were a teen: perched underneath a brilliantly colored tree that dropped leaves of red and gold in the crisp, gentle breeze, with your love.
Your love.
He dropped a kiss on the top of your head and your smile grew, threatening to crack beyond the limits of your face, and you turned your head upward to meet his velvety lips in a kiss; a kiss that he deepened as he gently wrapped his large hand around the column of your neck, tilting your chin upwards to command the angle of your mouth himself. You hummed into him, and he smiled onto your lips, a smile you would never tire of. It was a beautiful autumn afternoon, and there you sat, fully at peace with your life, with your love.
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Slingin' 🍦⚓️
second entry for @steddiemicrofic pool | wc: 442 | rated: G | cw: a little suggestive at the end
It was the hottest day of the year yet. Mall culture drew the masses, and the masses had flooded Scoops, which was currently manned by only Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington.
The space? Packed.
The line? Through the door.
The sticky ice cream residue smeared across their uniforms caught on their forearms, snagging at their skin as they worked up a sweat in the ice cream shop. They didn't have time to clear tables, clean up spills, or take out the trash, let alone deal with the typical bullshit banter that customers threw at them.
"We're out of peppermint stick."
"How? That's literally your least popular flavor."
It took everything in Robin to just smile flatly. Steve, however, couldn't hold back his exasperation as he threw his head back with an eye roll, pushed through the door to the back, then re-emerged with a challengingly deadpanned, "We're out."
He's pretty sure their ordering a USS Butterscotch was petty revenge. Whatever. It was only the seventh banana split he'd had to assemble in the last hour. His eye didn't twitch or anything.
After that, he and Robin swapped out. Figured it was time, since Steve had been scooping ice cream for so long. No other reason.
"Captain," the next customer greeted with a smirk.
Steve couldn't help but smile.
"What can I get you, sailor?"
"Oh, 'sailor' today," the customer said. Steve shot an amused look of warning. "I see."
Steve took in their appearance — deeply sleeveless band tee, flushed skin, sparkling brown eyes, curly hair in a low bun — as they mulled over options.
"Scoop of chocolate in a cup with a waffle sail, please," they smirked, placing a bill in Steve's open hand.
"You could've just gotten a cone," Steve replied, gathering change.
"Not the same, big boy."
Steve's lips curled up into a smile as he grabbed a spoon, stuck it in the scoop next to the artfully-placed wedge (nice, Robin), and handed the cup to Eddie.
"Aww, no baby spoon?"
"We're out." Steve glanced at his lips.
Eddie's eyes shifted to peer over Steve's shoulder to the well-stocked container.
"I'll eat it too fast."
"Aww," Steve gave a faux sympathetic pout. "Guess you'll have to get another scoop."
Eddie hummed then raised the cup in thanks with, "Birdie."
Robin saluted, and Eddie settled into a seat with a full view of Steve at the counter.
Through the hustle, Steve couldn't help but look over and take in Eddie slowly eating a big spoonful of ice cream. How his lips contoured the lump of chocolate. With full eye contact.
Steve overshot a cup, making strawberry milkshake pool onto his shoes.
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Wdym it’s valentines already? (thanks ig artists for the reminder 💀)
Anywhoo I impulsively bought a super cute camcorder but I broke a piece off lmao. This was born out of my regret.
Thinking of men who fund your shopping habits and are terrifyingly good enablers.
The ones who gush about the product and encourage you to buy it. Just succumb to your desires already. They don’t really care about your financial worries since they’ve already had their card ready from the beginning. How dare you even entertain the thought of paying for anything.
gojo satoru ┊͙ kalim al-asim ┊͙ mikage reo ┊͙ tartaglia ajax childe ┊͙ zhongli if he was rich ┊͙ jing yuan
The ones who scoff but hand you their card anyway. They know you’re tearing yourself up internally, so just buy it already. Plus the pure joy when you get their approval is just too cute. They’re obsessed with how much you value their opinion and depend on them. They may seem cold and judgemental, but they’ll be sure to comfort you in their own way if you start regretting your decision and feel like it was a waste of money.
leona kingscholar ┊͙ vil schoenheit ┊͙ itoshi sae ┊͙ itoshi rin ┊͙ michael kaiser (he is my fav and i fear that i will include him in everything) ┊͙ morax (not zhongli since he’s broke) ┊͙ blade ┊͙ port mafia!dazai ┊͙ akutagawa
To those who have made it this far, I added some of these characters purely based on the vibes like I haven’t actively been keeping up with BSD in a while and I haven’t read Beast and stuff so… yea. Feel free to share your opinions in reblogs and stuff (〃ω〃)
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It angers me that people know The Secret History for its aesthetic but barely talk about the amazing writing. Most of the famous quotes are in Latin or related to it but people miss out on other quotes that are simply breathtaking. Never in my life have I felt as seen as when I started The Secret History for the first time and read “I liked the idea of living in a city — any city, especially a strange one — liked the thought of traffic and crowds, of working in a bookstore, waiting tables in a coffee shop, who knew what kind of solitary life I might slip into? Meals alone, walking the dogs in the evenings; and nobody knowing who I was.” Never. And yes, “Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it” is a nice quote, but this, it makes you feel seen. It is literature at its finest.
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