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hot dimension 20 take: too much pregnancy in tuc 2. Sophia was fine and interesting, the dragon egg/Kingston was also fine but irked me a teeny bit, but why the fuck did they also make esther pregnant??? it felt really forced in there right at the end and unnecessary. it sort of devalued the other characters plotlines because it was just "oops, all pregnancy!" and made it seem like they thought Ricky would only care about saving Esther because she was pregnant and not because she's independently very important to him.
idk maybe it's just because I find pregnancy a little bit body horror, but I liked Sophia's arc. all the babies just got a bit contrived.
side note: the "everyone hinting about proposal constantly but never actually telling Ricky what they meant" bit was some straight people heteronormative bullshit. if Esther wants to marry Ricky, she can ask him herself, or at the very least have a straightforward conversation about it.
#dimension 20 hot take#tuc 2#dimension 20 criticism#is that a tag? idk#dont want people to see criticism if they dont want to tho so ill tag it#tuc 2 spoilers#also super dont love that they brought rowan back and just dropped iga#i really liked iga and she should've been there for the climax#i fully missed what happened to her in the battle but it didn't seem like she was actually dead or anything#i don't care enough to go back and rewatch tho
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lou rolling divine intervention for ankarna immediately is the dice paying him back for the 22 attempts in tuc2 when he only succeeded with the help of pete
incredible
#dimension 20#fantasy high junior year spoilers#fantasy high junior year#fantasy high#fhjy#tuc 2#the unsleeping city chapter 2#lou wilson
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I have acquired a new meme format:
#dimension 20#collegehumor#dnd#dungeons and dragons#d20#dimension 20 spoilers#a starstruck odyssey#a starstruck odyssey spoilers#aso spoilers#the unsleeping city chapter 2#the unsleeping city#the unsleeping city spoilers#unsleeping city spoilers#tuc#tuc2#tucii
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not to talk about the unsleeping city again but. sofia and dale's story. sofia who thought her husband left her for some girl only to be awakened to a magical new york and find out he was killed by that same girl (who was also an actual succubus). sofia who avenged dale's death but still couldn't cope with it until ricky gave up his questing blade so that dale could break out of heaven every 3 months and be with her for a little while. sofia who wanted nothing more than to bring dale back because they live in a magical world and if she can't do it now, then when- and dale who wanted nothing more than to be with sofia but didn't want to hold her life back. sofia who never gave up even if hope was all lost until she literally travelled into the stories about dale she wrote for her (angelic) baby and managed to fucking bring dale back to life against all odds. love is fucking real and it's two monks from staten island in a magical new york
#god i just love them so much#rewatching tuc1 and. 'did you break out of heaven so you could give me tax advice?' 'i just want everything in your life to be easy'#oughhhhh#the unsleeping city#the unsleeping city 2#the unsleeping city spoilers#tuc#tuc 2#tuc spoilers#sofia lee#dale lee#dimension 20#rambles#my posts
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There's really nothing that gets me better than the Unsleeping City season 2 finale.
I'm just crying and beaming it's outrageous
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Me listening to Brennan describe Kingston dream having an ephemeral changing but happy child: *Through tears* BUT HE GETS THAT!!!!!
#tuc#the unsleeping city#literally the best part of Tuc 2 is Kingston and Liz getting to raise a child together#dimension 20#tuc2 spoilers#sam’s tuc rewatch
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pete the plug was so real for saying "when your in a shame spiral and people are good to you it almost stings a little bit worse"
#banquo rambles#pete the plug#d20 the unsleeping city#tuc 2#tuc spoilers#the unsleeping city 2#dimension 20
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Dale Lee is Jewish
Proof: wrestling with angels
#dale lee#the unsleeping city#the unsleeping city spoilers#TUC#TUC1#the unsleeping city 2#TUC2#TUCII#TUC spoilers#TUC2 spoilers#also like. oh soph's family didn't like him because he was 'not from around here'?#gee i wonder what that could mean#couldnt POSSIBLY be anything beyond 'he's literally not from NYC'#/s#he is jewish. autistic also
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these books are really good at giving gregor a good enough reason to return to the underland. like, grace getting the plague is sooo fucked up and soooooo tragic but it's really narratively such a great choice. how else could gregor have convinced her to let him stay? how else could boots have gone with him on the quest? and then of course, grace is in the underland hospital recovering for pretty much the rest of the series, giving gregor plenty of reason to travel between the under- and overland. and plenty of opportunity to participate in dangerous quests without his mom being able to stop him.
(godddd, the beginning of MoS when he's just casually going back and forth between worlds, no prophecy to worry about........ if only it could always be like that. but that's a whole other post.)
#tuc spoilers#the underland chronicles#tuc#tuc20#the roaches kidnapping boots in book 2#and boots being the reason gregor discovered the underland in first place....#it all really does come back to her. boots is so special and important
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#the unsleeping city#the unsleeping city chapter 2#null (the unsleeping city)#null tuc#dimension 20#my art#traditional#traditional art#unsleeping city spoilers#dimension 20 spoilers#fanart#watercolour#fineliner#watercolor#this ones from september
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hi so this is very random but I saw your url on a tumblr recommended post for me and I was thinking about reaching out to someone to ask this, but do you know why Siobhan rolled a new character for S2? Like was it because she really truly felt Rowan would be too busy running the new Faerieland to go on the adventures, or was it more to do with wanting to play a new sort of character? Sorry if this is weird ����
it's not weird dw, here's a quote from brennan about it, i definitely agree that misty/rowan fully completed her arc in s1
#message from mirph#the unsleeping city#the unsleeping city season 2#tuc spoilers#dimension 20#siobhan thompson#brennan lee mulligan#iga lisowski#misty moore#rowan berry
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where was this 100 on a d100 and then immediately a nat 20 energy yesterday D:
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apologies
so mun x reader
➳ summary: after telling mun to take better care of himself, he ends up taking care of you instead
➳ warnings: description of treating wounds, mention of guns/gunshot wounds, self deprecating thoughts, season 2 episode 3-4 spoilers
➳ word count: 1.5k
➳a/n: my offering to the tuc tumblr fandom haha fyi the reader is also a counter but was not with mun during the scenes mentioned
As you hunch over your desk, trying to get as close as you can to your mirror, you become aware of how pathetic your situation is. Blood soaked cotton balls litter the surface of your desk from your attempt to clean the injuries inflicted on you just hours ago, though you’re doing a pretty horrid job at it because every time an alcohol swab just even brushes against the open wound, you flinch away from your own hand and hiss at the pain.
You sigh regretfully, thinking about how you could’ve avoided all this, been fully healed and pain free hours ago, if you just didn’t cause such a scene earlier.
You bursted into the base, shoes slapping against the floor loudly as you made a beeline towards the table where all the counters were waiting to be healed by Ms Chu. Stopping right in front of Mun, who was looking worried at your apparent injuries, your scowl deepened as your gaze landed on his shoulder and the perfectly circular openings in it.
Frustrated and thinking of no other way to express this, you slapped your palm against the offending shoulder. Mun jerked back with a yelp and looked at you in disbelief.
“You’re an idiot, did you know that?” You began, not beating around the bush.
“Let me expla-“
“Explain what? That you let yourself get shot?” You cut him off quickly. “Us counters may be stronger than average humans but at the end of the day we’re still humans! And humans aren’t bulletproof like how you apparently like to think!”
Words were spilling out of your mouth without a second thought, your voice getting louder with every angry confession.
“Do you think of yourself as someone who can just die whenever they want? Evil spirits aside, did you even think about how your death would impact everyone!”
At this point, you couldn’t remember how the rest of the confrontation went down apart from that when you finally finished your rant he looked at you with an expression incomprehensible to you at the time - maybe he was shocked or mad or sad, either way you didn’t stick around long enough to find out as you finally gained back your sanity and dashed to hide in your room.
Maybe you’re the idiot, and not Mun.
He didn’t get shot for no good reason; he saved the chairman’s life! And you had a go at him for doing what was right. So on top of being a pathetic coward, you were also an idiot who blamed innocent people. What an amazing turn of events.
Before you could wallow in your pity for any longer, knocks on your door pull you out of your thoughts and make you turn towards it. You come eye to eye with So Mun, who’d left himself inside your room before you could even get up to open the door.
“Hey.” He begins awkwardly, probably trying to gauge your reactions to see if you were still angry at him. “You missed dinner.”
“Oh. Sorry, I didn’t realise” you say dumbly.
“I just wanted to let you know that I saved some food for you, its in the kitchen if you ever feel hungry”
You smile slightly; grateful for Mun’s thoughtfulness, even if after your tirade on him earlier.
“Thanks, Mun-ah. I’ll go eat in a sec once I’m done with all of-“ you gesture to the mess of medical supplies on your table “-this.”
Taking note of it, Mun frowns before approaching you and leaning down to assess your injuries. He immediately picks up an alcohol swab and gently cleans the cuts on your face. Instinctively, you jerk away from the sting but Mun keeps you still with a hand on your cheek.
“You know that Ms Chu can heal these for you.” He says gently, though the close proximity of your faces makes you hear it loud and clear.
“They’re not big… I don’t wanna be a bother for a few cuts here and there” you murmur in defense.
Mun’s hands pull away from your face for a moment to reach for a band-aid on your desk but you grab his wrist to stop him.
“I can treat myself, you don’t have to do it”
He huffs shortly before pulling out of your grasp and shaking his head stubbornly.
“I want to. Please?” He asks with a classic So Mun smile that makes it hard to remember why you were ever mad at him. You reluctantly nod, allowing Mun to put the bandage on your face.
It’s quiet as he repeats the process of cleaning and wrapping the rest of your wounds.
“Uh-“ You speak up suddenly, unable to handle the suffocating silence. He perks up and faces you fully, attentive.
“Sorry about what I said to you earlier…you did what you had to save the chairman and I blew up at you for no real reason but when I heard that you’d gotten shot, I guess I started spiralling and assumed the worse so…” you trail off and lower your head in shame, eyes focused on the scrapes on your knuckles that Mun is currently working on.
His hands clasp yours and intertwines your fingers together with his, then pulls you up to your feet which forces you to maintain eye contact with him. He’s smiling at you calmly, eyes creasing ever so slightly.
“Don’t worry about it. Honestly it’s okay.” he says in a reassuring voice. “I’m sure I worried all of you so I would’ve gotten an earful from someone eventually.”
You laugh slightly at his comment lightening your mood. Being around Mun is addictive - his warm presence pulls you in and his positivity infects you, putting a small smile on your face too.
Though, part of you couldn’t let go of your guilty thoughts and you still feel apprehensive. Mun must have sensed it because he squeezes your interlaced hands tight, stroking your hand with his thumb.
“You had every right to be mad at me. I don’t regret what I did but you're right about the fact that I didn’t think about how my actions would affect everyone else. So I guess that was pretty selfish of me.”
Mun rests his head down on your shoulder, face nuzzling into your neck slightly. His breath tickles your skin as he exhales which makes you squirm slightly.
“Could you forgive me?” He whispers into your ear.
Since he entered your room, all of his sweet actions were slowly piling up, making you feel flustered and heartbeat speed up, but this was the tipping point. You try to push away from Mun, feeling far too overwhelmed, but he effortlessly pulls you back in, his eyes twinkling.
“So~?” He insists you answer, dragging out the last syllable. You roll your eyes, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.
“Fine. I guess I could forgive you” you huff out. “But only because you’re annoying and you won’t stop until I do.”
Mun chuckles and brushes away hair hanging over your face to get a clear view of your reactions.
“You’re so cute.” he points out teasingly. He watches your nose shrivel when you scowl at him.
“And you are a little shit.”
“Hey! Is that any way to speak to your cool and amazing boyfriend who patched you up?” Mun grabs your bandaged hand and shakes it in front of your face to emphasize his point.
“I told you that you didn’t have to do it”
“And I told you that you should’ve seen Ms Chu!”
“It’s too late for that now anyways, she’s probably sleeping. I can just have it done tomorrow” you defend yourself.
“But knowing you, you’ll definitely forget!”
God, Mun could be so stubborn sometimes. You sigh before flopping onto your bed, bouncing slightly as the springs in the mattress resist against you.
“If you’re so bothered, maybe you should just sleep with me tonight so you can remind me in the morning.”
Mun gasps dramatically as if your suggestion was something obscene. You roll your eyes at his act, your point from earlier being proven - he is a little shit.
“You’re welcome to go back to your room then” you point out, gesturing to your door. Mun shoots you an offended look before pulling your blankets open to climb onto your bed quickly.
“I never said no!” He complains as he worms his way to get closer to you.
You shuffle about for a second before getting into a comfortable position, with your face pressed against Mun’s chest, head laying on one of his arms. A silence envelops the two of you again but it’s not the awkward tension from before.
This silence was cozy. Relaxing.
“Thank you, Mun-ah” you whispered, cuddling against him more. He pressed a kiss on the top of your head, silently answering you. Gently he stroked your hair, lulling you to sleep.
#the uncanny counter#the uncanny counter fic#so mun#uncanny counter#so mun x reader#the uncanny counter x reader#kdrama#kdrama fic#kdrama x reader#own works
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Hawkins Heat & Hypocrites
NO VOL 2 SPOILERS - TAKES PLACE BETWEEN SEASON 3 AND 4
Summary: Its hot in Hawkins and Steve really, really loves you
Word count: 2.8k
A/N: The first fic I've completed in about 2 years and the first one I've written for Steve! I hope you like it :)
Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
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Family video on a Tuesday, a few minutes past one o’clock, in the height of a characteristically hot, humid and sweaty Hawkins summer is understandably not bustling with customers. In fact, not a single customer had entered the store in two hours - the chime of the bell above the door remaining thankfully silent. The usual chatter from Robin was also absent from the heavy air after she had retired to the back room half an hour prior, grumbling and groaning about sore arms, sweat stains and too many tapes to re-shelve.
Family video was deserted, it may as well have been closed.
According to Steve Harrington.
Steve Harrington, who had you perched on the counter, short clad legs spread wide enough for him to slot comfortably between as he pressed doting kisses to your neck, jaw and cheeks, his fingers trailing lightly up and down your thigh and his other hand gentle but firm where it rested under your top, slightly above your hip.
Steve Harrington, who would never admit that he may have been slightly biased.
“Steve you can’t just close the store”
The hand on your hip gave a gentle squeeze as he reluctantly pulled back to look at you, eyes soft whilst harbouring their usual amount of mirth.
“Sure I can, I did it last night. It’s simple really all I have to do is walk up to the door, flip the sign and-“
The corners of his mouth tug upwards when you groan at his antics. He hides his fast approaching grin by returning to his previous position, dragging his nose along the line of your throat, his lips kissing wherever they land despite your previous concerns over the damp layer of sweat and sun cream that had formed on your skin, a gift from the relentless Hawkins heat. Steve had made it very clear he couldn’t care less. A suggestive comment had been made, referencing the many times you’ve broken into a sweat in his company, in his bed to be more specific, with the sole purpose of trying to fluster you. It worked, you rolled your eyes but he hadn’t missed your bashful smile as you tried to turn away. Before you had a chance to fully hide from him he’d cupped your jaw in his hand, ducking down to tell you, “I’ll still have you, slimy or not” before quickly covering your lips with his to quiet your affronted protests.
That's how you ended up in your current position, the skin of your legs sticking uncomfortably to the cold countertop, your boyfriend caging you in.
“No, idiot. I know that you can physically close the store I just mean that you can’t close it now”
“Oh yeah? Says who?”
His words were slightly muffled by your skin, his palms warm and heavy on your hip and thigh and Steve delighted in your small shudder as the tip of his nose brushed over that spot just behind your ear. Much to his enjoyment, you inhaled sharply and swallowed before answering.
“Keith. Probably some of the family video heavy weights too”
“Family video heavy weights”
Steve’s voice was dripping with a combination of amusement and fondness, igniting a familiar heat in your chest. You scratch lightly at the hairs at the back of his neck, squeeze him a bit tighter between your legs.
“You heard me”
“Always do, sweetheart”
There’s a pause in conversation as he continues his loving ministrations, each kiss becoming more and more searing - hot enough to rival the blazing sun. The beams of golden sunlight catch the tendrils of his hair between your gentle fingers, hints of chestnut shining amongst his darker hair.
“I know what you’re doing”
“Oh really?”
As his teeth graze at your neck, you can only hum in agreement knowing a normal-sounding spoken response would be near impossible and the boy does not need any encouragement.
“And what is it that I’m doing?”
When he pulls back and tucks a stray hair behind your ear, fingers trailing along your cheekbone as his eyes follow, you blink. Hard. Hopefully hard enough to tether you back to the front desk at Family video.
“You’re trying to butter me up so I let you close early”
“You’re insane”
“You’re transparent”
He scoffs but doesn’t deny it.
“All I’m saying is we could be at my place in a half hour, I wouldn’t have to wear a vest.. or much, y’know with the heat and all. And, I changed my bedding yesterday. Fresh sheets”
He wiggled his eyebrows and squeezed your hip.
“It’s too hot for that, Steve. I’m not getting heat stroke because you can’t keep it in your pants for a full shift”
He scrunches his face up at that.
“That’s not what this is I- that makes me sound like a creep”
“It’s not happening, Harrington”
He sighs. You think he’s dropped it. You should know better.
“I have AC”
“Great, answer’s still no”
His eyebrows raise
“I have a pool”
Now it's your turn to scrunch your face up.
“The pool where the kids swim? Really, Steve?”
Far too late, you catch the innuendo you’ve let slip. Steve, despite his age, grins. Trying to claw back a bit of control and add some reasoning to your refusal, you continue.
“It’s hot out, the lunch club knows no boundaries. I’m not scarring a group of innocent little teens because of you, hotshot”
“I don’t think they’re that innocent”
You shake your head in frustration, because out of all of your argument that’s his takeaway?
“Steve”
His facial expression morphs into one of exasperation as he defends himself.
“I’m just saying the other week when I was dropping them off I couldn’t look out of my rear view mirror for ten minutes because every time I did, all I saw was El and Mike making out. Ten whole minutes, babe. If you don’t believe me, ask Henderson”
“Dustin was there? Did he not get them to stop? He threw a shoe at you that one time”
He nods, briefly flinching at the memory of when the curly headed boy had hurled his shoe at Steve because he was ‘sucking face’, your face to be specific, in his eyeline which, in the Henderson rule book, is apparently punishable with a shoe to the head. Followed by a lot of high pitched screeching.
“He thought the phone call with Suzie-poo the night before was a more pressing matter”
“Was it?”
“Apparently they’d broken their record for the longest ‘you hang up, no you hang up’”
You snort and despite his previous exasperation, he lets out an amused huff of laughter. Chocolate coloured eyes remain on your face, your soft grin and the way your eyelashes brush against the top of your cheek when you blink. He wants you. He always does, but especially now. So, he prepares his final proposal to get you into his car and back to his house.
“I can lock the gate?”
“We both know that a lock won’t stop Dustin Henderson”
Steve nods begrudgingly and mumbles “Shit head” in agreement. He deflates as his last chance is ripped in front of him all because of a kid that can’t keep his nose out of other people's business, his forehead coming to rest against yours. His hair tickles at your temple but you don’t want to move.
“And anyway, in your family pool? Have a bit of class, Harrington”
And just like that, Steve splutters back to life.
“Class? That’s rich coming from someone who’s been all over me for the past half hour”
You watch him, entirely amused by his theatrics. He’s looking around the store as if to find out where you’d lost your critical thinking ability. However his futile search screeches to a halt when his eyes lock on yours and your giddy smile is returned tenfold. His hand on your hip subconsciously moves higher and squeezes again. You can’t bring yourself to care that you’re grinning like a love sick idiot.
That is, as always, before Steve opens his mouth.
“You know what you are? A hypocrite”
A startled laugh leaves you. Where this accusation has come from, you’re not entirely sure, but you know from the look on his face you’ll find out soon. So for now all you can do is enjoy the moments of silence before he no doubt continues to spout ridiculous allegations.
“You’re groping me at family video of all places and lecturing me about class? Unbelievable, I should kick you out”
“Groping?”
Maybe your voice is higher than usual, but Steve’s rises to reach it, echoing your previous words.
“You heard me”
“Whose hand is under whose shirt?”
You have him there, hook, line and sinker. Steve knows this, but the logical path is not one he tends to follow in your conversations - hence the hypocrite and groping accusations. He doesn’t move his hand.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about”
A pause and a cheeky grin.
Your fingers still in his hair in anticipation for what he’s going to say
“Hypocrite”
He belly laughs as you shove him away from you and jump off the counter. It’s a laugh that’s present in all of your best memories, a familiar sound that always has your heart racing and cheeks burning from smiling too hard for too long. One you would go to great extents for, on nights where the horrors of what you’ve experienced catch up to both of you. The laugh you miss so deeply when those aforementioned horrors appear, a seemingly unending cycle that you can only pray you’ve seen the end of.
Your grin falters and your laugh fades with it.
“Hey”
When you look up, he’s staring at you. His eyes hold the warmth you’ve become so familiar with, but it’s not right. His eyes linger too long, trail across your face one too many times - he’s worried. Immediately, you’re struck with how well he knows you, how he can read the smallest, almost indistinguishable changes in your facial expressions and body language. He’s done it before, he’ll do it again, but the fact that someone loves you so deeply, that Steve Harrington loves you so deeply, is a feeling you will always be stumped by and will always cherish.
“C’mere”
You flash him a playful glare and try to ignore how his shoulders sag slightly in relief or else you’ll run into arms, sob and then maybe later he would have to have you removed from the premises for getting handsy with him in a Family video store.
“Get lost, Harrington”
He grins, hands raised in surrender.
“I won’t try anything I swear, just… can I?”
Maybe you nod your head too quickly, but when Steve Harrington asks nicely with his tone slightly softer than usual, you’re not sure if there’s anything he could ask for that you would say no to. Except from the swimming pool plan because in full seriousness, Dustin Henderson has never been stopped by a lock. And you dread to imagine what he would throw at Steve this time.
You step forward into his waiting arms as he reaches for your necklace, fingers brushing your collar bone as he repositions it around your neck. It doesn’t take long for you to understand what he’s doing, it takes a second longer for you to understand why he’s doing it. But when you realise you feel stupid - the answer is glaringly obvious.
Because he’s Steve.
And you’ve struck gold.
“The clasp was at the front”
He explains it simply, as if he hasn’t left you reeling over such a small gesture. But maybe that’s the beauty of it, he gives so much and so often without realising, without expecting anything in return.
“And whose fault was that?”
The easy grin is back on his face. He takes your wrists into his hands without a second thought, his hands sliding up your arms to hold onto your shoulders, thumbs stroking over exposed skin before they trail back down to intertwine his fingers with yours.
“I was cajoled”
“Sure you were, Stevie”
He lights up at the nickname, the one he claims to hate.
Hypocrite, you think.
Steve’s eyes drift down to your necklace again and suddenly he’s looking all too smug.
“It’s a nice necklace”
You can’t even deny it. He’d bought you it for your last birthday, completely off his own back without any input from you. You’ve worn it every day since, something Steve has noticed but never mentioned, deciding to be quietly proud instead of rubbing it in everyone’s faces despite how much he wants to.
Hell, even Robin was speechless.
“So what did dingus get you?” She’d asked lounging on one of Steve’s couches, a slice of birthday cake in hand and a party hat placed haphazardly on her head. You gestured to your neck and watched as she nodded, approving.
“I’m surprised you remembered which one she wanted”
“Fuck off, Buckley. I picked it out myself”
The girl was stunned, the cake nearly dropped right out of her slackening fingers. She shuffled even closer to you to get a better look, growing even more shocked and, much to her surprise, impressed with Steve.
“Holy shit, Steve”
Meanwhile Max still refused to believe that Steve had actually chosen it.
“It’s a really nice necklace”
Using his hold on your hands he pulls you into him, his hands wrapping around your back as you tuck your face into his shoulder. The name badge attached to his vest presses into you but you don’t care. It’s a small discomfort you quickly forget about as his broad, heavy hands hold you close.
“I wear it everyday”
Steve hugs you even tighter to him, you clutch him even tighter to you.
“I know”
You feel the soft press of a kiss to the top of your head and sigh at the feeling of his hands slowly moving across your back, then to your shoulder, up the back of your neck before your head is gently tilted back. You close your eyes as he pecks your lips. Once, twice, three times before he deepens the kiss, your hands grabbing at his sides as his hands remain sure and unwavering on your cheek and at the back of your neck. It’s hard to think straight when he’s crowding every one of your senses, that’s why it takes you a few seconds to remember where you are. Maybe you allow yourself to indulge in his kisses and caresses for a moment longer, but you enjoy it and you’re certain Steve does too.
“Steve”
He barely pulls away, lips smearing against yours as he speaks.
“That’s it, say my name babe”
“Steven”
He makes a displeased noise.
“Not quite”
Before he can slot his lips against yours, you put a firm hand on his chest. He gets the message and reluctantly stops, moving a hand to rest on the arm between you. His short fingernails scratch lightly up and down the expanse of skin, goosebumps shortly following after.
“Can I stay at yours tonight?”
His nod is quick and hurried.
“Of course you can. Just uh,”
His eyes remain on your arm where your skin is still covered with goosebumps, the corners of his mouth raise and as much as you hate yourself for it, yours do too.
“Don’t forget to bring your swimsuit. Or do forget, I’m sure we’ll find a way around it”
Your bubbly laugh contradicts the eye roll his comment receives and the warmth in your chest is now joined by the giddiness in the pit of your stomach. You shake your head, traitorous bursts of laughter still leaving your lips.
“I’m not coming for whatever you have planned in the swimming pool, Harrington”
“No? What are you coming for then?”
You grin and shrug your shoulders with an air of faux nonchalance.
“You have AC”
Steve’s laughter fills the silent store, the best a Family video has ever sounded in your humble opinion. Your laughter is quick to follow, spurred on by his happiness and his hand that is still on your arm, keeping you close to him. You’re overcome by love, adoration and Steve, and you can’t get your eyes to leave his face. The laughter from your end fades as you continue to gaze at him with an overwhelming amount of fondness and endearment.
He can’t help but notice, suddenly turning sheepish under your unwavering attention.
“What?”
A smitten smile, full of emotion.
“I really love your laugh”
Usually he would joke or tease, but you look absolutely besotted and Steve knows he’s got the same look in his eyes. Also, most importantly, he loves you. He really, really loves you.
“That’s strange, I really love yours too”
#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington x you#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington fic#steve harrington fan fic#steve harrington fanfiction#stranger things fic#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things x reader
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i started watching acoc the other day, but i realized that adventuring party has bunch of spoilers for tuc, so today i started tuc instead and omg the quality of the production, the skill of the players (and brennan too!) as well as their confidence and synergy is so much better nowadays. and this is not a diss on the older seasons, but really a praise for everyone on d20 because they just keep growing and getting better and it's so awesome to see!
although, the captions for episode 2 of tuc are atrocious and i'm so glad i'm watching it now that i'm a bit more familiar with dnd because i would be completely lost otherwise. please dropout fix captions on older things 🙏🙏
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something about the Intrepid Heroes season villains just make me go insane. . I don't know what it is but my god. . I can understand and have justification on why they are doing the thing that they are doing but I hate them anyway...
Let's talk about it. .
The Unsleeping City Chapter 1
Robert Moses..... Not going to lie, the season caused me to do a fucking deep dive on Robert Moses and honestly made me love the Unsleeping City more.
I can do a dive into Unsleeping City because the way the world is built around NYC. Hearing 'The New Colossus' by Emma Lazarus, being read/recited when they were talking about the Statue of Liberty. The locations, I was like yep that totally makes sense and works.
I'm sure it's the same with TUC Chapter 2. I've literally just started this season so I can't give thoughts.
Neverafter.
What can't I say about this season. It was my first one, it was also very horror coded. But the villains, my god the villains.
The "Arthurs" - just the fact they were omni-present and probably not aware until the stories started to fight back, and suddenly joined in on the fight.
The Princesses - You can be fed up with your destined destiny and what happens after you get your happy ending. THEY HAD A POINT, it was a fucking good argument. . They just went about it the wrong way. I'm glad Elodie saw reason from her frog prince and the rest of the group. But my god, they were good villains that revealed their hand when the guards of the group were down.
Minerva / Step Mother. - NO NOTES, SHE SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME. . Just that moment of getting revealed and her history. . Just. . Yeah. .
The Fairies - yeah... I mean apart from the Orange One. .just yeah, we knew they were in the wrong. . But yeah.
Starstruck
The Brain Slugs - I'm not going to write the dynasty of the slugs. Skip's family. That one. Their plan was dumb but it did make sense. I mean you can take over anybody and control them.....
I mean this season was pure fun and chaos not to love it, the villains had their reasons and I get it. . Pure sci fi villain shenanigans.
A Crown of Candy
Now... Granted I have seen clips and things about this season not all the way through so I do know some spoilers etc. .
I also know this is Game of Thrones meets Candyland..
The villains make sense etc, Calory had a fucking good reason to do what he did.
Fantasy High
KLCK HAS REASONS FOR HER BEHAVIOUR. . SHE IS ALSO A TEENAGER. She is so well written and designed.
#dimension 20#d20#fantasy high#d20 neverafter#d20 unsleeping city#d20 starstruck#a crown of candy#wulf ramble tag#wulf queue tag
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