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rubiehart · 3 months

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jj thinking you look the prettiest when your stomach’s all big and swollen with his baby, laying out on the bow of the boat on a towel he’d lay down for you, sunglasses perched on your nose and bikini hugging your body perfectly, specifically showcasing your tits that seemed to be getting bigger every month into your pregnancy, which jj wasn’t complaining about.

he’s at your side whenever you call his name, “everythin’ okay mama?” ,giving you sips of lemonade or water whenever you ask, comin’ over every half an hour or so to make sure you’re all lathered up in sunscreen “gotta make sure my babies aren’t cookin’.” indicating to you and the child you were growing making you giggle and throw an arm over your eyes as he rubs the sunscreen into your plush thighs and up all over your stomach, just bein’ all gentle with you.

big smile on his face cuz he knows he’s gonna love this baby more than he’s loved anyone or anything before (not including you of course!!)

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lovelylinnn · 2 months

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steve uses the non-verbal safeword.

CW: slight NSFW, panic/anxiety attack, harmful stims (scratching self)

“tap three times on me if you ever can’t speak and wanna stop, okay?”

yes, steve had remembered those words. all throughout the times they had sex, he remembered those words. but it didn’t make them any less scary.

the thought of ever needing to stop in the middle of a scene made his palms sweat. of course he and eddie trusted each other; knew that if the other was in trouble and needed to stop, they’d completely understand. no judging whatsoever.

but still… absolutely needing to stop and move on made him so anxious. deep down he didn’t want to be a disappointment. he didn’t want eddie upset.

“baby, what’s your color?” eddie murmured to him, rubbing his shoulders and slowing his rhythm. steve did not reply, shakily breathing into the pillow and tearing up.

“steve, color?” he asked, louder, and more firm. yet he could not bring himself to talk. his mind went to the other times in previous relationships, where he felt like this exactly, and they didn’t even think to check in. and he couldn’t bring himself to stop them.

he could feel eddie shift, basically ready to pull out, before he asked again, “steven.”

oh. his full name. eddie only used it when he was deadly serious. this seemed to snap him out of his haze, and he shakily reached behind him and found somewhere on his body to tap.

one. two. three soft and hesitant taps, just like eddie told him to do months ago.

“red,” eddie mumbled to himself, worried, and pulling out immediately. he flipped steve over, pulling him close and cupping his tear-stained cheeks.

“what’s wrong? what can i do?” he asked softly, searching his eyes.

“i- i don’t know,” he choked out, a heavy sob leaving his lips before gulping down air he felt like was leaving his body too fast.

“that’s okay, just breathe. breathe, steve, okay? c’mere,” he pulled him into his lap, his head in his neck as he continued to cry. eddie ran his fingers through his hair, and steve clutched onto him tight.

“deep and slow breaths,” he told him, and steve was doing the opposite. breathing way too fast and inhaling far too much, to the point his chest and stomach hurt and he began to feel dizzy.

“steven, listen to me,” there it was again, the full name, which brought him somewhat back to his senses, “deep, slow breaths. do it with me.”

and he tried. he breathed with eddie, taking in some air and blowing it out too fast before inhaling sharply again; coughing and sobbing.

“there, that’s it. it’s okay baby, just try again.”

steve only wanted to cry more. of course eddie was congratulating him even after he didn’t even do it.

“again,” he told him, beginning to inhale slowly, holding it, and exhaling slowly. steve followed, better this time, but still failing.

“i- i can’t,” he choked out.

“yes you can, do it with me,” he said, inhaling and exhaling again. steve followed, his hand going to his forearm, clawing to try and ground himself more.

“no,” eddie caught his arm, pulling it away and bringing it up to his chest, “do you remember what your therapist said?”

“he said,” he paused, his breath catching in his throat as he cried, “to find a different way to ground myself.”

“correct. now, just feel my heart. i’m right here, steve. i’m not leaving. try and match your heartbeat to mine,”

steve kept his hand flat against eddie’s chest, then did the same for himself. he could feel how fast his heart was going versus eddie’s, and it made him uncomfortable.

the other rubbed his back, and kept one hand running through his hair, breathing slow and deep and watched as steve tried to do the same.

“good job,” he praised, kissing his cheek. the pair’s breathing pattern was now the same, and steve was no longer crying. steve nodded as thanks, crawling off eddie’s lap and under the blankets, curling up. eddie stood to put his underwear and sweats back on, only to sit back down on the bed and run his fingers through steve’s hair again.

“do you want to talk about it?”

steve sighed shakily and shrugged, wiping his red cheeks.

“just started thinking,” he mumbled.

“about?”

“things in previous relationships. and then i started feeling like i was crawling in my own skin, and i started to panic,”

“what about your previous relationships?” he questioned, only curiously, with no mean intent.

steve let out a quick exhale before sitting up, “how i could never really say no, i guess? i know it doesn’t matter now. i trust you. and i started feeling overwhelmed in the first place, so i started thinking about the safe word, and how you told me to say ‘red’ or tap you three times. but it just made me anxious. i knew i needed to stop but i didn’t want to upset you in the process,”

“you could never upset me over something like that, steve, okay? that’s the point of the taps and the system we have. you know your limits, and in case they’re ever pushed, you do or say so. i’m so proud of you for using it,”

eddie pulled steve in for a hug, rubbing his back softly. steve’s heart kind of broke. here he was, in his boyfriend’s arms starting to cry again because he said he was proud of him. proud of him for something as simple as saying no, and stop. something he never thought he could do; something he was taught was wrong, and his boyfriend was praising him for it.

“i’m proud of you,” he repeated, to which steve only cried harder, nodding in his shoulder as thanks and sniffling.

he pulled back, laying down and wiping his face again.

“i’m gonna go bring you some water and some easy food to eat, okay? just stay there,” he smiled, getting up and heading to the kitchen.

steve smiled softly, getting comfortable under the warm blankets and inhaling the familiar scent of gain and eddie’s cheap cologne.

and he thanked the universe for a boyfriend that was actually a decent human being.

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #overstimulated #safe word #angst #panic attack #overwhelmed #steven harrington #gay boys #boyfriend #gay men #short fiction #sweet #short but sweet

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injuries-in-dust · 6 months

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Artist: themountainwithteeth

#cute #funny #comic #art #not my art #instagram #spooky #short #short but sweet #short but good #dryad

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chakkll · 6 months

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Lucky Day

Mike Schmidt x gender neutral!reader

Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy’s

Synopsis: A certain exhausted customer hasn’t failed to order a coffee every morning ever since the cafe opened up two months ago. Today, however, he seems much more stressed than usual.

Warnings: pre-movie, fluff

Word count: 1k

“Mama! Look, look, I even got the receipt!”

You smile as the little girl who just ordered a hot chocolate skitters over to her mother with a proud smile.

Warm sunlight shines through the windows of the cafe, illuminating the dark oak tables lined by the walls decorated with paintings and drawings by little kids.

You’ve loved working here, even though the place hasn’t been open very long. The atmosphere never fails to calm you.

The line is empty once again, so you turn to your coworker and friend, Candace, about to start a small conversation until you hear the front door’s bell jingle.

You look over to the door, readying your work smile, until you see who it is.

There he is. Right on schedule.

A genuine smile creeps onto your face.

Ever since the cafe you work at—Cora’s Coffee—opened two months ago, the same worn-out yet handsome customer hasn’t failed to show up every morning at 9am for a coffee.

And in Mike walks, this time sporting dark circles under his eyes.

He walks past the little girl clutching the receipt next to her mother and right up to you.

“Hey,” he breathes.

“Black coffee, a quarter cup of half and half, and one spoonful of sugar?”

Mike blinks, staring at you blankly until the ghost of a smile appears on his face.

“Yep.”

But his response doesn’t matter, because you’re already writing down the order and handing it to Candace.

“You look tired,” You observe as you put his order into the cash register. Mike sighs and offers a weak shrug.

“Up late job hunting.” Is all he says in response, causing you to glance up to him.

Somehow he looks even more sleep deprived than normal. …Still handsome, though.

You can feel your cheeks warm slightly at the thought, but you brush it off.

“Job hunting? I thought you were just hired somewhere?” You frown.

“Yeah, so did I.”

You sigh softly as Mike takes out a 10 dollar bill to pay, but you wave him off. He stares at you in confusion.

“On the house.”

Mike blinks, staring at you quizzically. “…Won’t your boss be upset?”

You shrug. “She can take it off my pay.”

Mike’s stare doesn’t let up, and it’s starting to make you a little self-conscious.

“What? Never heard of a little act of kindness?” You huff as you hide your face behind the cash register, acting like you’re busy to try and hide the small blush on your cheeks.

You can hear a small chuckle, causing your eyes to widen. You look up from behind the cash register to see a small smile gracing Mike’s lips.

“Thanks.”

You shrug, causing him to chuckle once again.

“…You remind me of my sister.” You hear Mike mutter softly. Looking up, you see a sad glint in his eye. His smile is gone.

“Your sister?” Mike looks at you, and you can tell he’s a little surprised you heard him.

“…Yeah,” When you don’t say anything, he sighs and continues. “She’s younger than me. 10 years old.”

You blink. “I remind you of a 10 year old? Gee, thanks.” Mike snorts.

“I don’t mean it in a bad way. You’re just… I don’t know, you remind me of her.”

You smile. Just as you’re about to say something, you feel someone elbow your side. It’s Candace, handing you Mike’s coffee.

You frown in confusion, as it’s not your job to give customers their drinks. Candace motions for you to read the cap of the cup.

You read it, and clearly written on the cap is:

look on the bottom of the cup for a surprise!

Candace’s handwriting.

You glance at her suspiciously before looking to Mike. “Excuse me for a moment.”

Mike shrugs and you step farther behind the counter, peering at the coffee cup curiously. You glance up at Candace who’s taking a customer’s order, but she shoots you a cheeky smile.

You sigh and carefully raise the coffee cup above your head. On the very bottom of the cup reads:

Hey! In case you wanna hang out, here’s my number: xxx-xxx-xxxx

- (Name) :)

Your jaw clenches in embarrassment.

“Candace—“

You look up, only to see that where Candace was standing is now your other coworker, Benjamin. He seems just as confused as you.

You grumble and screw the top back on.

Glancing up at Mike, you just now realize how long he’s been waiting for his coffee—this and chatting with you probably took up a lot of his time, as he’s almost always in and out.

You purse your lips as you glance down to the cup of coffee and back up at Mike. He chews on his fingernail, uninterested, as the sunlight now shines on him. The tips of his dark curls shine a nice golden brown.

Feeling bad that you’ve made him wait so long, you decide to replace the cap of the cup with a different one that has no writing on it.

Screwing the cap on, you walk back to your place at the cash register.

“Mike!”

Mike looks up and walks over. He takes the cup from your hands.

“I can pay.”

“Nope.”

“You sure?”

“Yep.”

Mike sighs, shaking his head with a small smile on his face.

“Thanks again.”

You smile and wave as he turns to the door. He sends you a wave over his shoulder, and with a jingle, he’s gone.

Two hours later…

You yawn, stretching your arms over your head as you walk out of the cafe. The bell bids you goodbye with a cheerful chime, and you walk down the street to a cheerful beat. You reach into your back pocket and pull out your phone.

Opening the settings, you turn off Do Not Disturb, only to see you’ve gotten seventeen texts.

You open up Messages, seeing most of the notifications were from a group chat with a few of your friends.

However, you have one text from an unknown number.

You curiously click on the text, only for it to read:

<9:36am>

hey, this is mike. i’m free on weekends if the offer to hang out is still available?

Your eyes widen and you read over the text at least three more times before you’ve finally processed it.

Mike Schmidt wants to hang out with you?

This must be your lucky day.

#fanfic #imagine #fanfiction #fnaf #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x y/n #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt x reader #fluff #strangers to lovers #barista #coffee #cute #short but sweet

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ka3mika · 6 months

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FIREWORKS IN TOW WITH YOU

Watching the fireworks with your longtime colleague, who you can’t help but silently love.

It’s peaceful, the only sound heard being the wind and fireworks, as it can be for a Friday night.

You’d only came for the festival not far away but you soon ended up with Dazai on a small roof, far enough from the edge but not so far that you couldn’t see the colourful streets below.

“What do you think, pretty?” He asks, a small grin on his face.

It’s hard to tell whether he’s calling you pretty or the view but you take it the way anyone would believe, sighing in comfort at the sights above and below.

“Definitely.” You gaze at your sleeves for a moment, hoping the darkness would hide your tinted cheeks.

“…Hey, look at that one.” the detective points up, making your eyes wander to a illuminated firework right above you both.

A bright red heart.

Your cheeks seemed to heat up at that, light awe on your face at the sight.

Unbeknownst to you, someone else’s cheeks were also heated up in light awe at the sight, not of the fireworks but of a person.

“Rather fitting, no?” A teasing voices awakens you from your gaze.

“Fitting, how so?” You ask, head turning to look at him.

“Well, this is pretty romantic.” He grins playfully, hand outstretched for you to take it.

“Huh.. It is, isn’t it?” You quietly reply, taking his hand with your head faced away from him once more to gaze at the fireworks.

It wasn’t exactly a surprise, seeing as you constantly danced around each other with comments such as these, but the sincerity and atmosphere seemed to top every single other comment made by each other in that moment.

Your hands simply stay intertwined for somewhere between five and ten minutes, both looking up peacefully and sneaking occasional glances at each other.

“If you were asked, would you consider a true relationship, Dazai?” You break the silence, now looking down at the families and couples walking through the pretty pathways.

“True?” He repeats, “If the one I wish for asked, no doubt I would.”

The one he wished for, huh?

“Must be a lucky person.” You reply, still gazing away.

“My, what a charmer you are! Though on the contrary, I would consider myself the lucky one for even being in their presence for a few moments.”

A comfortable silence fills the air once more as you wonder who could have caught Dazai’s eye.

You can’t really see them as an agency member, maybe it’s that sweet waitress?

“What are they like?” You question, sighing quietly.

You’re not devastated, you expected him to get a partner one day, serious or not, but…

“You.” He suddenly says, making you pause.

Like you or you?

“In truth, they’re much like you, too much so that I can deny it’s anyone but you.” His hand clutches your slightly tighter at that, his usual shine when he was asking someone to do a double suicide at least 10x brighter in your vision.

“..Me?!” Your eyes widen, face lightly red.

A small hum of approval is heard and your brain goes blank.

“Most definitely.”

“…Are you asking me out?” You gawk, the idea being maddening in your head.

“Well, yeah.” He grins, not minding your denial of the situation.

“I— i accept then, Dazai.” You manage to muster out, your face a shade of rose-like red.

A chuckle is all it takes for your head to go fuzzy.

“Call me Osamu, if you wish.”

Okay, your head is definitely fuzzy.

#ka3mika💋#dazai osamu x reader #osamu dazai x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai osamu x you #osamu dazai x you #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd fluff #short but sweet #not beta read

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words-etched-in-her-skin · 3 months

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HI, SO.. PERIOD HORNIES STRIKE AGAIN..

This little snippet was absolutely, definitely not inspired by anything irl 👀 Ahem, nope.

.▪︎°•..☆.•

"Uh uh.. not yet, draga."

You let out an arousingly needy whimper. The Lady's voice soft and warm - smooth like whiskey - with such a subtle tone to it that somebody else might have missed the absolute demand behind it. Though, the fact that it cracked ever so slightly when she got to your pet name, only proved that she was just as worked up as you were. But you also knew that Alcina's reserve could far out last yours if she wanted it to.

Another thrust into your aching core and you whimpered again, this time digging your nails into the sheets. The Countess had been edging you for what seemed like hours. A constant ebb and flow of pleasure that had your body absolutely trembling with need.

"P-please."

"Mh.. and deny yourself the honor of coming with your Mistress?"

Alcina smirked as she drove herself into you again, roughly.

"Ah-!" You cried, before letting out a soft sob half whimper. "I'll.. but I can c-come again for you, my lady."

The Countess chuckled at your plea before leaning down, her large frame casting you in a dark shadow.

"You could..." Her breath warm across your ear, a slight hiss to the next words that she gave you. ".. but I told you to wait."

You cursed under your breath and nodded. "Y-yes, Mistress."

"Mh.. that's better."

The large woman hummed in satisfaction before rising to her full height, a flash of crimson and two golden spheres staring down at you. A deliciously wet sound as the length of her cock slowly slid out of you, stretching you around the width of her before it stopped just short, reaching the tip.

"Now..." Her tone almost as dark as the curl across her lips as she readied your hips for impact, the head of her cock throbbing inside your entrance. "Shall we see just how many times I can get you to come for me... my needy little slut."

.▪︎°•..☆.•

OKAY, THAT IS ALL. THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY THIRST TALK ♡

#theo writes #resident evil village #lady alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #now i kinda wanna elaborate on this 👀#maybe 👀👀👀#gods this period thirst is brutal rn 😂#ahem #yeah #short but sweet #👀👀👀#re8 fanfiction

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astr0exe · 29 days

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I come to you requesting a Phillip Graves x extremely socially anxious TM reader, like so anxious that poor boy can't order his own food at a resturant or fast food place without making at least 20 grammatical errors in a 10 word sentence(too real)

Lil anxiety baby (me) basically gonna be projecting so bad on this but oh well !! Some sweet domestic fluff w/ dominant Graves who orders for you. :) short but sweet !! 3 posts in 9 hours is crazy lol ‼️i hope you like this ml <3 have a great day 🩶

Your hands are always shaking, or fidgeting with something, especially your husband’s hands. Graves is always there for you, even when it’s slightly embarrassing despite how smug and happy it makes him. He doesn’t even need to ask what your order is, already knowing (this man has amazing memory) from the last time you guys came here. His hand is hold yours softly, letting you play with his cold rings as you keep your head down at the table.

His voice is confident as he speaks, conveying both your orders to the server without a second glance or any hesitation. Smiling at you once he has ordered, knowing it helps you makes him happy. All he wants is to help you and for you to be happy. If that means ordering you food then he will do it until he dies.

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jjwannie · 8 months

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FLYING KISS GUY (cr.)

#seokjin #bts #btsedit #usersky #useremmeline #shirleytothesea #trackofthesoul #heyryen #userkelli #annietrack #usermaggie #userbangtan #seokjinedit #*gifs #*fkg #short but sweet

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lady-inkyrius · 2 months

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#Short but sweet #favourite

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papayafiles · 5 months

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landoscar are sooo love songs written by maisie peters coded

(landoscar - happy hunting ground by maisie peters)

#short but sweet #landoscar #lando norris #oscar piastri #my edits*#maisie peters

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regulus-books · 4 months

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56 words - lake - @jegulus-microfic

The lake was cold and icy, Regulus remembers. That and, he thought that he'd never make it back home. He thought he'd never feel the touch of his sun again. But, thankfully, he thought wrong.

Now where he sits, it's not cold or icy, and he's home. Home cuddled up with his husband and his son.

#short but sweet #regulus books #marauders #jegulus #marauders era #james potter #regulus black #james x regulus #regulus and james

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astyrial · 9 months

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my whole world suna rintarou x gn!reader (fluff/angst) synopsis: suna has a hard decision word count: 470 warnings: little bit of abandonment stuff, nothing extreme

masterlist | requests are open

"if you ever loved me rin, you'd do this for yourself," you play with his hand, your thumb running along his palm.

he shakes his head, his free hand reaches for your chin and redirects your face. your eyes meet him and you can finally see tears glossing over the irises of his eyes. you never thought gold could look so beautifully sad. the bright light quickly fading from them.

"you have the opportunity of a lifetime, and i can't take that from you, i can't," your lips purse, the stare continuing despite the chill it sends down your spine.

rintarou is the first one to look away, his hand leaving your face. to leave the country, move across the world? it's hard for him already, but the thought of losing you wages the hardest. his hand wraps around yours, the callouses from years of volleyball leaving a memorable feel.

"but that opportunity means nothing if i don't have you, you know that, right?" his eyebrows raise, his eyes meeting yours once again. they immediately furrow at the appearance of tears dripping down your face.

his hand reaches up and wipes them away, ready to give everything up just to see you smile again. "but rin, i mean this is for a big team! they've won so many games, they travel a lot, it would be perfect for you. i could visit, we could call. i can't ask you to stay, you know that."

"but you're not asking, i'm saying. i'm saying that i want to stay with you. who cares about some team halfway across the world when i have the whole world with me now."

you shake your head, a broken laugh making its way through your tough exterior, "that was so unbelievably corny, you know that right?"

he nods, leaning forward so that his forehead could rest against yours. his hair tickles a little, but you would never dare move from this position. because, with your eyes closed, it's just like if the two of you were going to be together forever.

the thought still weighing heavily on your mind, but it gives you a sense of calmness to be with him. to be near him. even as he leans back, his warmth stays with you. "i know, just needed to hear you laugh again," you look up at rintarou, he's not a typical ‘let his feelings out on the table’ kind of guy.

he knows how important this is to you, though. he knows just how big a decision this would be. "can we just sit here for a bit? just while i think?" he asks, his eyes meeting yours.

"always, rin, always," you lean back, letting him drape his arm over your shoulder. his other hand rests over your waist, his head resting against yours.

#suna rintarou #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #suna rintarō #suna rintaro haikyuu #short but sweet

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lovelylinnn · 2 months

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title: please don’t call me pretty.

alt universe- ‘king’ steve harrington is pretty much not the king here.

CW: negative self-talk, slight mention of self harm, self esteem issues, mentions of bullying, mentions of child abuse, and restrictive eating.

‘pretty’ was a word steve would absolutely not use to describe himself.

in fact, he’d never been called pretty before. not once. he was called the opposite, quite often.

of course he knew he wasn’t great looking; wasn’t outstanding or worthy of mentioning, but he didn’t think he was so bad he needed to be made fun of for it.

no one does. but he was.

ugly was a word he heard every day in middle school, and then home wasn’t any better. fat was a common word there.

“cut your hair, ugly,” people would sneer in his face. shove him into lockers, corner him in the library, single him out in p.e.; anything they could do to get their hands on him, they would.

numerous times he showed up at his home with a black eye, marks on his face, cut lips, bruised ribs; limping his way home.

“maybe you should see a doctor about your weight, steven. lose some weight?”

“that shirt seems to be fitting too tight, doesn’t it, steven?”

“yes mother,” he would respond. and so he slowly began to work out more, began lying about eating at school and saying he ate a big lunch. skipping meals became a bad habit, but at least he was seeing results.

and after years and years of being told he was ugly, unattractive, fat; he kept believing it. he didn’t think he would ever stop since in the mirror it was all he saw.

now at eighteen, a senior in his second semester of high school, he still thought he was ugly even though he’d gotten notes slipped into his locker a few times. thought he was fat although his cheeks were sunken in, and his ribs could be seen. he was tall enough now that the bullying stopped. he was finally big enough to intimidate and to get people to back off.

so he kept to himself. he wasn’t being cornered in the library anymore, and it became a safe place for him to sit during his free time.

that is where he met his boyfriend, eddie. and eddie was the first one ever to call him attractive. to point out how he never ate. to ask about his days, his home life, his grades, his everything.

of course he liked it. but it felt too good to be true. how could a boy like eddie love someone like him? it didn’t make sense.

“you’re so pretty,” eddie murmured to him the first time he’d spent the night at his trailer. it was 11am on a saturday morning, and the boys had slept in late. steve laid in his arms and looked into his brown eyes then down to the soft smile on his lips. but he himself was not smiling.

getting a compliment for the first time ever felt off. it didn’t feel right. he didn’t deserve one. he was too big, took up too much space, his hair was too frizzy, his acne was too bad, he was too-

“steve?” he called softly. he pulled steve out of his thoughts.

“please don’t call me pretty.” and he slowly crawled out of his arms, laying down but facing away from him.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you upset. i- what do-“ he was cut off.

“it’s not you, i don’t think,” he said, curling in a tight ball, “i’ve just never been called that before. it feels weird.”

“you’ve never been called pretty? steve, you’re gorgeous,”

he was in disbelief. not only was he pretty, but he was gorgeous?

“what?” he sat up, turning to him.

“i think you’re like one of the prettiest people i’ve seen. you’re so beautiful, steve. inside and out,”

“but- what? i-i’m ugly. i need to lose weight. my scars-“

“-do not change how pretty you are. and you do not need to lose weight. you’re so skinny, honey. and you’re not ugly,”

“w-what?” he weakly stuttered out. he was shocked.

“you don’t believe me?”

“i… no,” he told him.

“i’m so sorry,” he said back, grabbing his hands and giving a gentle squeeze, “you deserve to be told nice things. i want to tell them to you,”

steve gave a squeeze back, his eyes filling with tears. this was the first time he was ever given a sincere apology.

“i love you,” steve said. and it was the first time he genuinely meant it.

“i love you too,” eddie replied. and steve finally believed something he was told. he was pulled into a hug, and he cried on his bare shoulder for about twenty minutes before calming down.

“i’m going to tell you nice things every day until you believe them, okay?”

he nodded. not like he could stop eddie from doing that, anyway.

“starting with this,” he said, cupping his cheeks, “you are so, so pretty.”

and for once in his life, he finally believed it.

steve harrington was pretty.

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bagely · 1 month

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it's 3am and someone's not in bed

ao3 si quieren leer en español (2 pag): https://archiveofourown.org/works/54661663/chapters/138522394#workskin

Summary: Your husband disappears from bed and you are too tired to respond to his odd existential flirtations.

Something turned his stomach, that bad feeling made him wake up. Opening his eyes slightly, he looked at those beside him on the bed.

"One, two... someone's missing" he began to mumble, still half asleep. He raised himself up in bed to get a better look, and notice the missing "Missa, where? urm. woke up. fuck."

He was already feeling quite awake, so he carefully got out of bed, grabbing a blanket and rolling in it in utmost quietness taking care not to wake his children. He looked at them for a bit before leaving the room, and then the house, when he couldn't find her husband anywhere.

As he left, he turned his gaze to the sky. The twinkling stars were along with the moon, and then, as he looked toward his little harbor, his husband was standing with his back to him, his feet in the little river. he seemed so unconcerned that for a moment he thought of turning around and leaving him to go back to sleep, but....

"Chingada madre-" yelled the Mexican with his hand to his chest as if trying to stop his heart from jumping up and leaving him when he turned around and saw Philza behind him in the doorway of the house.

"shh" replied Philza promptly to quiet the cries of his husband " The kids."

"Right, right...sorry." Missa had lowered his voice now, being less upset. He motioned for his husband to come closer.

He began to walk towards him, turning even more in the blanket he brought with him, noticing the chill of the night. As he got closer and saw his husband more clearly with his feet submerged in the water, hugging himself, it made him frown.

"tsk. You're out so fucking late and not wearing a coat," Philza said scolding, sat down next to him in covered Missa in the blanket. "In this weather, and with wet feet" he grumbled.

" You think on the other side of the universe we are space dust." Cut Missa off his scolding.

"I guess... I guess, I don't know." yawned the blond spoke.

"You don't know? eh, so unromantic." Joked the Mexican splashing his feet against the water with his gaze straight at the starry sky.

Feeling the mistake he had made, Philza fumed. "I guess in another universe maybe we're space dust."

"Maybe." repeated Missa.

"Okay, fine, I'm not a romantic, but that's not why you're with me."

"good point, why am I with you?" sighed the Mexican dramatically.

"ugh how cruel." he held a hand to his chest with a whimper of false pain.

"In another universe maybe we're a lagoon and a sailor." said the younger, looking down at the water beneath his feet.

"What would be so good about that reality."

"uhm.." he thought for a moment taking his eyes from the sky and directing them to his husband "Could you navigate over me?"

"It would be better to navigate with you."

"That's more romantic."

"Oh, please, I'm too damn tired for this." Laughed Philza wearily.

"Sleep then."

Philza laid his head on his husband's shoulder and closed his eyes. Missa covered him with the blanket, and relaxed his body by laying his head on top of his.

"I love you, you know that?"

"'God s sake, you're all mawkish today." Philza replied, fighting his urge to sleep some more. "I love you, I love you...I'm sleepy" he wailed as he snuggled into his husband's neck.

"It's okay, I'm teasing you a lot."

Missa take his hand down his husband's neck and then ended up stroking his hair. And they stayed there for a while longer.

#short but sweet #mini fic #qsmp #deathduo #pissa #they zzzzzz and muaks muaks after that #qsmp fic #they invented love

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joekeerysguitar · 1 year

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being in love with steve harrington is like the dew drops on the grass in the morning, the soft pitter-patter of rain on the roof, the rolling of the tide, the whispers of the wind, the first “i love you,” kisses goodbye, driving at night, cuddling, back hugs, holding hands, stargazing, love letters, knowing everything about each other, the sweet little nothings, “be safe,” words never being left unspoken, the calming of his voice, feeling at ease in each others grasp, smiling, belly laughs, movie nights, first dates, gift giving, make out sessions, hands embedded through hair, hanging out with friends, working, and.. the most important of all..

being unconditionally in love. falling in love with him all over again every time you see him.

love is truly a beautiful thing.

#steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #joe keery stranger things #joe keery #fluff #steve stranger things #stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #short but sweet #fanfic

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 8 months

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Kara Prince AU Pt 4

The woman looks at her with an arrested smile on her face, eyes wide and confused as she searches for Kara's features.

"Yes, it's me," she chuckles awkwardly. "The girl with the flowers."

Kara stares for a long moment before the joke registers. The shop is called The Girl with the Flowers.

"Hah! Yeah. Sorry, I-- um-- I didn't see you there." Kara drops her hands, reluctantly ending the contact between them.

Lena looks at her with an effacing smile. "No worries. Sorry, have we met?"

"Huh?"

"It just seemed you recognized me," the woman explains.

"Oh! Right. Um." Kara scrambles for a plausible excuse. "You're the owner right? The girl with the flowers."

"Yeah." Lena finally sets her tray of flowers on a nearby worktable, dusting off her soiled hands. She reaches to offer the cleanest in a handshake. "Lena Walsh."

Kara takes the offered hand, and takes a moment to register the warmth of Lena's long fingers, their firm grip and callused ridges. Something in her chest eases, a knot unraveling.

Finally, she smiles.

"Kara Prince."

#supercorp #kara prince au #the meet cute!#short but sweet

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