#I need any and all feedback

[gamergirl929]

Seven Minutes In Heaven (Kristie Mewis x Reader)

SO, long time no see y’all it’s been a while, a long while, and I’m happy to be back, hopefully for a while this time. Now this started as a test fic, so I hadn’t planned on posting it, but after multiple asks and comments on my post, I’ve decided to post it... Be gentle, it IS FAR from perfect, I’m just trying to get the gears in my brain turning again... 

So without further ado, here it goes... PLEASE let me know what you think. 

After being dragged into a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven by Emily Sonnet, you somehow end up in the closet across from the woman you’d been crushing on since you joined the USWNT, and that woman was Kristie Mewis. 

You fidget nervously, your throat bobbing as you eye the room of your teammates intently.  

You weren’t exactly sure how you’d gotten roped into this, but the second ‘let’s play seven minutes in heaven’ left Emily Sonnett’s mouth, everyone squeaked, the aforementioned turning your way with a grin.  

“Well, what do you say newbie?” She asked with a wink, and you shrug, your eyes darting nervously around the room filled with half of your teammates.  

Emily leans close, whispering in your ear.  

“Come on, you know you want to, and Kristie is playing.” She sings in your ear, and you blush, your eyes darting to the blonde she just mentioned, the woman giggling at something her Lindsey had said.  

Emily nudges you, her brows wiggling suggestively, and you roll your eyes.  

If there was one person you didn’t want to know that you had a crush on Kristie Mewis, it was Emily Sonnett, because, as you’d expected, she teased you relentlessly about it.  

It was no surprise that, as you were a rookie, you were much younger than Kristie, who was currently 32, whereas you were 24, leaving an 8-year distance between the two of you.  

However, even with the age gap, you still developed a crush on the older woman, something you’d become unable to combat.  

“SOOO?” Emily says, giving you a nudge.  

You roll your eyes, before letting out a huff.  

“Fine.”

Emily throws a fist in the air, the woman with one goal in mind, and that was to get you and Kristie Mewis alone, together in the closet.  

                                                           ***

It wasn’t long before Kelley O’Hara joined in on the fun, along with Alex Morgan and a number of other veterans.  

Though several of your teammates had been paired together, more often than not, when the closet door was opened, they were just sitting there, deep in conversation or giggling about something unheard by the remainder of you.  

That, however, wasn’t the case when the door was opened for Alex and Kelley, their cheeks flushed red, the two breathing heavily.  

“Goddamn.” Emily snickered, earning a flick on the head as Kelley made her way passed, her opposite hand linked with Alex’s, their fingers intertwined.  

Thankfully, for you, you had yet to be chosen, but out of those remaining, Kristie had yet to be chosen as well, something that made your heart race.  

In that moment, you’re pulled out of your daze, however when Emily and Lindsey are paired together, the pair blush profusely as they make their way into the closet.  

Your eyes widen when you feel someone take a seat on the bed beside you, that someone making your chest tighten.  

“I know that look.” Kristie says with a smile and your brows furrow, your throat bobbing.  

“Wh-What look?” You stutter, the blonde nudging you, your cheeks heating up.  

“You don’t want to play, do you?” She asks and you clear your throat, your attention focused entirely on your hands as you pick at a hangnail nervously.  

Yous shrug.  

“Not really.”  

Kristie hums, giving you another nudge to get your attention.

“Then why’d you agree to play?” She asks and you again shrug.  

“Peer pressure?” You say, cringing, the blonde detecting your obvious lie.

Your cheeks flush and she smirks.  

A millisecond later her eyes widen, her smirk turning into a grin.

“Oh my god.” She squeals, her hand resting on your forearm, goosebumps, that you hope she doesn’t notice, sprouting across your skin.

“What?” You ask nervously, swallowing hard.

“You want to spend some alone time with someone in the closet, don’t you?” She teases, your entire face flushing the tips of your ears burning as you gape at the woman, who takes your silence as a yes.

“So?! Who is it?!”  

You chuckle, your eyes darting away nervously as you try to think of something, ANYTHING to say.  

It’s in that very moment that Trinity knocks hard on the closet door, which opens moments later to a disheveled and red-faced Emily and Lindsey, the taller of the two adjusting her shirt.  

Emily grumbles under her breath as she and Lindsey crawl out of the closet.  

“That wasn’t seven minutes in heaven, more like 5 minutes.” She mumbles.  

It’s then that your attention is turned back to the blonde beside you, the woman frowning.  

“Is it Em?” She asks and you clear your throat, your mouth opening and closing repeatedly, your silence ‘answering’ Kristie’s question.  

You stiffen as her arm slips around your middle, the woman wrapping her arms tightly around you.  

“I’m sorry.” She whispers in your ear, her hot breath making your breath hitch.  

You’re unable to find your words, simply leaning into the blonde who pulls back a beat later, the woman smiling softly.  

“You, okay?” She asks and you nod, cracking a small smile, your heart warming in your chest.  

The clearing of a nearby throat pulls your attention away from the blonde, your eyes widening when you realize basically everyone in the room is looking your way.  

“Well, if they’re already hugging out here, what do you think they’ll do in thereee?” Trinity sings, the rest of the team giggling.  

Your eyes widen, your chest tightening.  

“Wh-What do you mean?” You ask, turning to look at Kristie who glances at you. 

Emily smirks, holding up a slip of paper, your name scrawled across its surface.  

Lindsey beams, holding up her own piece of paper covered in Kristie’s neat handwriting.  

“You’re up newbie, now get in there.”

                                                           ***

You clear your throat as the closet door shuts on both you and Kristie, the two of you sitting cross-legged in front of one another, your bare knees brushing every so often with each movement.  

Kristie hums.  

“I’m sorry.”  

Your brows furrow.  

“For what?” You ask, your head cocked slightly to one side, something that makes a smile stretch across the woman’s face.  

“About Em.”  

You shrug.  

“It’s okay.”  

Kristie leans forwards, her hands resting on top of your own, your throat bobbing as you swallow hard.  

“Are you sure?” She asks softly and you nod, a smile stretching across your face.

Kristie gives your hands a pat before leaning back, her back resting against one of the closet walls.  

“So, what do you think of all this?” She asks, motioning around the small space and you chuckle.  

“Never thought I’d be in THIS position after joining the national team.” You smile, glancing at Kristie who lets out an adorable giggle.  

“What, you’re not into kissing your teammates?” She jests and you shake your head, your cheeks flushing.  

“I’m not into kissing, well, anyone really.” You shrug and Kristie’s brows furrow.  

“What do you mean?"  

You turn your head, your cheeks flushing a deep shade of red when you realize what you’d just confessed.  

Your mouth opens and closes for a moment before your tongue swipes at your lips.  

“W-Well...” You stutter, taking a deep breath before you finish your sentence. “I’ve never—No one’s ever wanted to kiss me before.”  

The blonde silently studies you for a moment before she sits up, leaning towards you.  

“Seriously?” She asks and you shrug, the tips of your ears on fire as you flush with embarrassment.  

In all honesty, you hadn’t planned on confessing one of your deepest ‘darkest’ secrets to the blonde, but you felt so at ease with her that you couldn’t stop yourself from sharing it.  

“You have to be kidding me...” She mutters, and your brows furrow.  

“What?” You ask and she shakes her head, as if in disbelief.  

“I’m sure there are plenty of people who want to kiss you.” She whispers and you shake your head rapidly.  

“There really aren’t.”  

You suddenly become very interested in your hands, which are currently resting in your lap, your fingers playing together nervously.  

“That’s ridiculous.” She scoffs, your head snapping upwards, your eyes locking with hers.  

Your breath catches in your throat when she leans forward, gently cupping your cheek, your skin flushing beneath her touch.  

“Kris?” You whisper, the blonde’s thumb running along your bottom lip.  

“It’s ridiculous, because there is someone who wants to kiss you.” She whispers, her blue orbs darting from your Y/E/C eyes to your lips and back.  

Your heart pounds wildly in your chest, the butterflies in your stomach flapping their wings ecstatically.  

She traces your jawline with her index finger, the woman leaning in, her nose brushing your own.  

“I’ve wanted to kiss you, for a really, really long time.” She mumbles, your eyes fluttering shut in anticipation as the woman begins closing the gap between you.

“TIME’S UP!”  

The two of you spring apart, your eyes wide and cheeks flushed as you turn towards Emily Sonnett, who’s wearing a cheeky grin.  

“What was going on there?” She teases, and you clear your throat, your mouth opening and closing as you try to find your words.  

“Well, nothing now.” Kristie gripes, shooting Sonnett a glare.  

Kristie shoots you one last glance, the woman frowning as she slips out of the closet, your eyes downcast as you follow suit, the moment between the two of you passing by, along with, what you expected, would be the final moment between the two of you.  

                                                           ***

Needless to say, after that you didn’t feel much like sticking around, slinking back to your room with your proverbial tail between your legs.  

You stare up at your darkened ceiling, unable to sleep, thoughts of Kristie’s lips against your own plaguing your mind.  

You’re pulled from your thoughts by a soft tapping against your door, a huff leaving you as you roll out of bed.  

You grumble as you shuffle towards the door, certain that it was your roommate, Lindsey Horan, behind the door, the woman most likely forgetting something in the room that she hadn’t taken across the hall to Emily’s.

You jerk the door open in annoyance, your eyes squinting as the hotel’s hallway lights pour into the room.  

“Linds?” You mumble, digging your fists into your eyes in an attempt to clear your vision.  

“Guess again.”  

Your eyes widen when your vision clears, revealing Kristie Mewis standing before you, the woman shuffling from foot to foot.  

“Kris, what are you--

You’re cut off when the woman takes a step into your room, her hands cupping your cheeks, her nose again brushing yours as she leans in.  

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I couldn’t stop thinking about kissing you.” She confesses as you lean back against your hotel room’s wall, your heart pounding wildly in your chest.  

However, before Kristie can close the distance between the two of you, someone clears their throat.  

“You know, you could at least shut the door.”  

The two of you again spring apart, Kristie’s gaze murderous as she glares across the hallway at Emily Sonnett, the blonde smiling around her toothbrush that was hanging out of her mouth.  

“I swear to god, I’m going to kill you.” Kristie growls, mumbling under her breath as she advances on the blonde, flicking her in the head.  

“Linds! Help!” Emily cries, earning a snort from within the hotel room.  

“No, you’re the one who keeps cockblocking them, you’re on your own Em.”  

Kristie pulls the blonde into a headlock, digging her knuckles into the top of her head as she growls angrily in her ear, words that you can’t quite make out.  

Eventually, Emily wiggles free and runs into her room, slamming the door shut behind her, Kristie glaring at its surface for a moment before she turns to you.  

She rubs the back of her neck in embarrassment.  

“She, really knows how to kill a moment, huh?” She asks and you nod, your arms crossing across your chest.  

The two of you stare silently at one another before Kristie frowns.  

“Goodnight, Y/N.” She whispers and you smile.

“Goodnight, Kris.”  

The woman slowly shuffles down the hallway, sparing one glance over her shoulder at you, before she turns down the hallway and out of sight, your head hanging low as you turn on your heels and slip into your hotel room, again, unable to get the thought of what it would feel like to have Kristie’s lips against your own.  

Unbeknownst to you, across the hallway, Lindsey’s blue orb is peering through the peephole, the woman turning towards Emily, her eyes aflame, something that takes her aback.  

“What??” Emily asks innocently, and Lindsey’s eyes narrow.  

“You’re going to fix this.” She growls and Emily snorts.  

“I didn’t even do anything.” She shrugs, squeaking when Lindsey threatens to throw a cleat at her, the blonde shielding her head.  

“Okay! Okay! I’ll fix it!”

Lindsey nods.  

“You better, or I’m never kissing you again.”  

Emily pouts, her arms crossed.  

“Fine."

“What was that?” Lindsey asks as she crawls into bed beside the blonde.  

“I-I mean, right away darling?” She grins, earning an eye roll from the blonde beside her.  

“That’s what I thought you said.”  

                                                           ***

As to be expected, the following day you were quiet, unwilling to voice your opinion on plays before the game, and unwilling to lift your gaze from the green beneath your feet, something that earned Emily a glare from basically everyone on the team.  

“We have to fix this.” Lindsey says from her place on the sidelines, the blonde watching as Kristie gazes longingly across the field at you.

Emily’s head cocks to one side.  

“I thought you said I was supposed to fix--”

Lindsey shakes her head, waving a dismissive hand in her direction.  

“I know I did, but I can’t trust you to not cockblock them again.” She says, shooting the defender a glare, the woman smiling innocently.  

“I would never!” She gasps, her hand on her heart.  

Suddenly, a yellow vest flies in her direction, smacking her in the face, a vest previously being worn by Kelley O’Hara.  

“Yes, you would.” She says, giving the blonde a shove, nearly pushing her off of the bench she’s sitting on.

“Hey!” Emily pouts, her former Washington Spirit teammate patting her on the head.  

“So, what were you thinking?” Kelley asks Lindsey, her eyes boring into the back of her head.  

Lindsey sighs, her shoulders sagging.  

“I have no idea.”  

Kelley strokes her chin, her eyes downcast as she stares down at the green field beneath her cleats.  

Lindsey too is stroking her chin, focused on the ground beneath her feet, the woman humming.  

A beat later two pairs of eyes widen, both women snapping their fingers, shouting at the same time.  

“I’ve got it!”  

                                                           ***

You were confused, incredibly confused, how could you not be when you’d received an urgent text from the team’s group chat, urging you to make your way to Emily’s hotel room, for what, you weren’t quite sure.  

You screech to a halt when you realize Kristie Mewis is standing just outside the hotel room’s door, her brows furrowed.  

When she sees you, she clears her throat, holding her phone up.  

“You get the text too?” She asks and you wordlessly nod, the two of you awkwardly staring at one another before the door’s pulled open, revealing nonother than Emily Sonnett, the woman sighing deeply.  

“Come in, there’s something we have to show you.”  

You glance Kristie’s way, the two of you sharing a confused look before you make your way into the hotel room, all eyes on the two of you step further into the room.  

“What’s wrong?” You ask nervously, attempting to swallow the lump in your throat.

“We have to show you something.” Kelley says somberly, your brows furrowing in question.  

The defender nods.  

“The both of you.”  

You glance Kristie’s way, the blonde shrugging, the woman obviously just as confused as you were.  

“Well, what is it?” You ask, the team pointing towards the closet.  

“It’s in there.”  

You swallow hard, your throat bobbing, thoughts of the nights previous playing in your mind, thoughts of what nearly happened between you and the woman standing beside you plaguing your mind, similar thoughts plaguing her mind as well.  

You clear your throat, nodding towards the closet.  

“After you?” You say with a small smile, and she waves her arm towards the door.  

“No, after you.”

You huff, shuffling towards the closet slowly, the blonde right behind you.  

It’s when the closet door is open however that you’re roughly shoved from behind, you and Kristie nearly falling into the closet, the door slamming shut behind you.  

“What the hell are you guys doing!?” Kristie says, trying to shove the door open, but unfortunately, it’s being blocked from the other side.  

“You’re not coming out until the two of you talk.” Lindsey says through the door.  

“Orrr you could cut to the chase and just—OW!” Emily yells, the sound of a soft smack sounding from beyond the door.  

“Shut up.” Lindsey growls.  

“You didn’t have to hit me so hard.” Emily mumbles.  

“Just TALK IT OUT.” Kelley yells from the other side of the door, Kristie sighing in defeat as she turns towards you, the two of you lowering yourself to the floor, sitting much like you had a few nights ago.  

You nervously stare at your hands, unwilling to look at the woman sitting in front of you, the older woman studying you silently.

Kristie rubs the back of her neck.

“Uhhhh...” She starts, her voice piercing the silence within the closet.

“Today was a good game, huh?” You ask, the blonde smiling before she nods.  

“It was. Your crosses were great.”  

You smile, your cheeks flushing.

“Not as great as your corners.”  

“Ummm, that is NOT the type of talking you should be doing!” Kelley yells through the door, and you cover your face with your hands, hiding your flushed cheeks, missing the small smile that plays on Kristie’s face.  

“Honestly, my corners could’ve been better... I was, kind of distracted today.” She mumbles, your brows furrowing as you uncover your face.  

“What were you distracted by?” You ask, your head cocking to one side.  

Your eyes widen when the woman scoots closer, her voice dropping below a whisper, as to not be heard by your teammates on the other side of the door.  

She takes a deep breath, her eyes fluttering shut.  

“You.”  

Your eyes widen, your heart stuttering in your chest.  

“M-Me?” You stutter the woman chuckling.  

“Yes, you.”  

You wiggle under her gaze, the small smile on the woman’s face growing.  

A surge of courage rises within you, and you shrug.  

“To be honest, I was distracted by you too.” You mumble, the woman’s breath catching softly.  

“Why were you distracted by me?” She asks hopefully and you inhale deeply, holding your breath in an attempt to settle your nerves.  

You move closer, your knee brushing hers.

“I think you know why.” You say, your voice barely above a whisper.  

Kristie stares at you silently for a moment before she leans forwards, her tongue swiping at her lips, her blue orbs flicking from your eyes, to your lips and back.  

“Why were you distracted by me?” You whisper, a smirk stretching across her face.  

“I think you know why.” She repeats your statement, your heart skipping a beat.  

Your breath hitches in your throat as the woman grabs a fistful of your shirt, giving you a gentle tug forwards, your lips finally meeting hers.  

The kiss was everything you wanted and more, the taste of her lips was intoxicating, the feel of them moving against your own made your skin tingle, goosebumps rising on your flesh as her hand releases your shirt and falls to your waist, her fingers prodding into your hips.

She’s about to pull back, but you chase her lips, your fingers tangling in her soft blonde locks as the two of you kiss softly.  

Reluctantly you part, only to lean back in once more, your lips lightly brushing.  

“W-Wow.” You stammer, panting heavily, Kristie’s lips splitting in a grin.  

“Yeah... Wow.” She whispers, wrapping her arms tightly around you.  

You’re so focused on the woman in front of you that you don’t hear the cheer from your teammates on the other side of the door, Lindsey and Kelley high fiving, as their plan had been a success.  

Meanwhile, in front of the closet door, Alyssa Naeher rolls her eyes, though she’s unable to keep herself from smiling despite the fact that she’d literally been used to keep the closet door held shut.

“Can I move now?”  

From within the closet, you can’t help but giggle, the woman whose forehead is resting against your own giggling as well, the laughter of your teammates making your smiles widen.

“They seriously used Allyssa to block the door?” You giggle and Kristie nods, her shoulders shaking.  

“Yes, yes they did.”  

You hum, bumping your nose playfully against hers.  

“Hopefully next time, they won’t have to lock us in a closet to get us to kiss.” You smirk, the blonde biting her bottom lip.  

“Oh, they won’t have to.”  

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #kristie mewis x reader #kristie mewis imagine #I need any and all feedback

[muffinlance]

Wait, what’s going on with Embers???? That fic has been on my read later list since 2021, what’s happened with it???

Brief overview, then I'm likely never touching this topic again, because this is not a Drama Blog:

Context: Embers is a super old AtLA fic that was written during the early fandom days, read widely at the time, and was the origin of the widely-used fanon name of "Wani" for Zuko's ship (kind of by default that it was one of the first popular fics to give his ship a name, I think?), even though most fic writers don't seem to realize it's from there anymore.

"What's Going On": I used to include a link in all my stories to it, because I believe in crediting other writers for borrowed elements, and I was using "Wani" in all my fics. But BOY did I not want to be sending readers that way anymore, so I've adopted a new name for Zuko's ship, and removed all Embers links.

None of the criticisms about Embers itself are new; I'm assuming they date back to when the fic was being written, because this isn't an "it aged badly" thing, this is an "actually yeah this gets worse the longer you think about it and I shouldn't have ignored my bad feelings just because some of the worldbuilding was interesting" thing.

An Incomplete List of Why I Made the Change:

I don't actually like the story that much anymore, and don't want to rec it

I tried to re-read it recently to see if some things were as bad as I remembered and it turns out they were So Much Worse Oh Yikes. More specifically, the treatment of Katara and Aang and their respective cultures has... rather a lot going on. One example: The Fire Nation and Air Nomads are both given multiple backstory elements in an attempt to make the average Fire Nation soldier's participation in the genocide/war in large part the fault of the Avatar and the Air Nomads themselves, and also fully justified from the Fire Nation perspective. And I do mean fully. One of its core tenants is "People from the Fire Nation (and only people from the Fire Nation) who don't follow orders Literally Die, therefore murdering pacifists and babies and continuing the war (and their regularly scheduled war crimes) is the only thing it is physically possible for them to do". I cannot emphasize enough how literal that is.

Also the name "Wani" means "Alligator" and is... objectively a pretty lame name for Zuko's ship? Where's the personality, where's the deeper meaning, where's the resonance with Zuko's themes? @tuktukpodfics initially thought I was calling the ship "Wanyi", and that's what I've switched to, because it is Objectively So Much Better. In their words: “Wànyī (萬一): Literally ‘one in ten thousand,’ ‘perchance.’ Used grammatically in Chinese to mean ‘what if’ or ‘just in case.’ I think a ship called ‘The Perchance’ is perfect for a boy clinging to false hope.”

TL:DR; I don't rec Embers anymore, because I don't actually like the story anymore, and there are things about it that get worse the more I think on them. I've removed links to it and renamed Zuko's ship to "Wanyi" ("The Perchance") because our boy deserves a ship name that reflects his character arc.

#for the record if you ever find something kind of rancid in my fics #do please let me know #EX: I've rewritten scenes to be better Actual Blind Rep for Toph based on blind reader feedback #and I'm debating how hard it would be to ignore/re-write the canon issues of Water Tribe sexism (for the Southern Tribe at the least) #because that is a common complaint I see from the people who's RL cultures the Water Tribes was based on #probably I can do more interesting things with that going forward #in other words justice for Hama and Hahn #at least the show itself made Hama excellently complex #anyways back to doing actual writing #please no follow up questions #though I will say anyone who wants to update their own fics to use Wanyi (or any other name): go for it! #all you need to do is plop your chapters in a word editor and find/replace the ship name! it took about 40 minutes to do literally #all of my fics and I had some other editing to do besides! it'll be even quicker for you! #let's sink the Wani #avatar the last airbender #atla #Zuko

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

oh nO i just got hit by the new layout

ITS SO UGLY?? IT LOOKS LIKE TWITTER BUT WORSE?? BRING BACK MY OLD DASHBOARD PLEASE?? WHAT IS THIS??? This actively makes me want to avoid going on to tumblr y i k e s

@staff where can i leave feedback to get this changed back ASAP?

Edit: LEAVE FEEDBACK. please check reblogs for information on how to send feedback to tumblr. Be respectful when you send it or your feedback may be ignored, but let them know you don't like it by officially sending them feedback. If they get enough people telling them we don't like this new update, we might be able to get them to roll it right back where it came from.

#knox rambles #I actually hate this #it looks like twitter #tumblr STOP WE ALL HATE TWITTER HERE WHAT ARE YOU DOING #it hurts my eyes what the heck #in case staff doesn't answer do any of you know where to leave feedback for this? I need this gone #this can't be my new desktop i will actually stop opening tumblr #y'all if you don't like this either find where you can leave feedback and leave it saying you like the previous desktop cause this one is #awful #tumblr updates #tumblr feedback #tumblr desktop update

[snekdood]

"if we make america worse and more of a dictatorship that will be even harder to unravel and make it the way we want the country to be, maybe then everyone will join our Glorious Revolution!" bb girl you cant even be in the same room with someone who thinks you should vote, how in tf do you think you're gonna unite people to fight in The Revolution with you? it's gonna be you and your 5 friends, i hate to break it to you.

#i dont think you realize how repelling you and your politics are to everyone else #you get all of your validation for how Smart You Are from your friends and ignore any kind of feedback that suggests you should #change or do something differently. thats the only reason you're so convinced average people will go along with you bc you keep getting #affirmation from the people who ALREADY agree with you- but you have NO IDEA how to bridge the gap between people who agree #with you and disagree with you. you're horrible at convincing people of your side of things outside of straight up guilt tripping them #or bullying them like a highschooler. im sorry but the tools you learned to survive with as a kid aren't gonna help you in this situation. #the ONLY THING you can come up with to bridge that gap is a bloody revolution. thats how bad you are at this. #and you're also so bad at this and unimaginative that you dont even realize how THAT might not even be enough. #you cant imagine ANY kind of avenue to getting people to change AT ALL outside of blood and fire. and thats why people call you #an authoritarian. #i'll be honest- i really do think the world would be a better place if we did incremental change under a democratic president who wont #set the world on fire vs the godkingemperor republican WHO WONT EVEN LISTEN TO YOU AT ALL EVER AND MIGHT KILL YOU #FOR PUTTING UP A STINK. idk if you noticed but if that evil fuck gets into office we are severely outnumbered if he gets police #n shit to go after his own citizens. letting trump win is making this battle so much harder than it needs to be. #you are choosing trying to fix the world while its exploding vs trying to fix it before it explodes at all. #what is this like a procrastination thing? you wanna wait till the last minute to try? idfgi. wtf is wrong with you #throwing minority lives away to prove a point. and then you try to tell me you care. gtfoh. #accelerationists should never be taken seriously.

[eightyuh]

CHAPTER 2

#untitled rpg #webcomic #glendale goodwyn #harry #glen #oc #*collapses on the floor and dies* #i actually know what i'm doing with the story after the pilot so a lot of my writing and camera choices and frames and much more intentiona #i really do need to thank you all tho #i was convinced this was a really dumb idea and wasn't gonna take it any further #ur feedback means so much... thank u for ur positivity! #hope u dont mind the sketchiness and inconsistent line quality #follow if u wanna stay updated!

[the-kipsabian]

wrestling fic writers!!

i have decided to be the change i wanna see, so lets do a nice little thing for each other, as a community full of incredible and talented writers. yes this is writer specific only, but thats cause thats where the main problem of people not interacting with creative works lies in this fandom as far as i can tell and have seen people talking about it especially in the last couple of months

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Baby, It's Cold

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re snowed in with no heat, so you suggest sharing body heat to keep from freezing - but how far will things go between you and Steve?

Word Count: 6.3K

Content Warnings: p in v sex, general smut, cursing, consensual touching

Author’s Note: feedback appreciated!! i don't have much experience writing stuff like this, and i figured practice makes perfect 💗

    It was a miracle Robin had managed to snag the cabin - who in their right mind would ever rent out an entire villa in the woods to a bunch of twenty-somethings? It was unheard of, or so she claimed, because none of them could get her to shut up about how well she'd haggled for the place, how she'd bartered with the owner over coffee and used her mile-a-minute voice to confuse them into signing off on them staying the weekend.

    The place was far, far outside of Hawkins, an urgently-welcome retreat for all of you after what had proved to be the most difficult year of your lives. Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, Argyle, Eddie, you and Steve - you'd all made plans to meet up and drive over together; Eddie had given his van a well-needed tune up specifically for this trip, so that it could handle everyone and everything in one go. But, as was quickly - annoyingly - becoming the norm with your group, your plans fell through… sort of.

    "What do you mean, you're stuck in Indy?" Steve tried to keep his voice down as he balanced the payphone receiver against his ear, hands shoved into the pockets of his jean jacket as he braced himself against the cold. "Robbie, we've been planning this trip for weeks-"

    "I know, I know!" Robin hurriedly replied; you tried not to giggle too loudly as Steve rolled his eyes. "But Nancy had this thing she needed to pick up, and Eddie had offered to drive us, then Jonathan and Argyle wanted to tag along-"

    "What, so you didn't think to tell me about your little day trip?" Steve dragged a hand through his styled hair, shifted from one leg to the other, slapping a hand against his thigh in exasperation. Can you believe her?, he mouthed to you, biting back a grin when you shook your head.

    "Just go with [Y/N]!" Robin insisted - and in retrospect, you'd realize she'd insisted a bit too intently, but you weren't thinking of that now.

    What you were thinking of was how in Heaven's name were going to survive the entire three-hour drive up to the cabin, alone with Steve Harrington.

    Your best friend, your bat-wielding protector, the sole object of your desires - Hell, he was the only crush you'd ever had, and even after so many years, your affections for the man still ran as deep as ever.

    "Robin says they'll meet us at the cabin tomorrow." Steve asked, holding the phone away from his face as he turned toward you, head falling to the side, hair bouncing over his face. "That okay with you?"

    "T-That's fine." You reply with a nod, staring at the lock that had fallen over his forehead, and you prayed he hadn't picked up on how your voice had cracked.

    "You owe us, Robbie." Steve replied gruffly, but you knew there was no bite to his words. "Seriously this time."

    "Sure, sure! Whatever!" Robin hurriedly replied; from where you were standing, you could barely make out what sounded like Argyle… shouting at someone? "Drive safe!"

    "Rob-" The line went dead, loudly buzzing in his ear; Steve groaned as he all but slammed the receiver against the payphone, his brows furrowing as he began to lose himself in his thoughts. You took a step toward him, bridging the gap that'd been left between you; your fingers were soft as they brushed over his skin, trailing over the soft hair covering his forearm, pulling him out of his own head.

    "Steve, it'll be fine." Your voice was quiet, and you hoped it'd calm him down - the last thing you needed was Steve driving up a rugged, unfamiliar mountain upset. "We'll try calling again when we get there, okay?"

    He nodded, blinking at the warm smile you gave him - your smiles were always warm, always gentle, but every time he'd be graced with it, he'd remind himself not to get too excited.

    You smiled at everyone like that, he'd convinced himself, desperate to believe it were true, that the look of pure sunshine on your face wasn't just for him - because how could it be?

    It was, but that's another story.

    You walked to his car, your pace picking up to a jog as the bitter cold sunk through your clothes. Steve beat you to it, holding the door open for you.

    "Ever the gentleman, huh?" You teased, climbing into the seat and pulling the heavy thing shut behind you.

    Had you hesitated just for a moment longer, you'd have caught how Steve burned at your words, how he'd licked his dry lips nervously as his mind froze up, hands trembling as they fisted at his sides.

    You weren't the only one with a lingering crush.

    Taking a steeling breath, he walked over to the driver's side, hands cupped over his mouth as he shut the door, working desperately to stave off the chill biting at his fingertips.

    "Ready?" The car roared to life beneath his hands, the sound a welcome comfort ahead of your long journey; you cranked the heating up to the highest setting. Again, you smiled at him, fuzzy and soft; he smiled in return, and he pulled the car out of the gas station parking lot and onto the main road.

    You'd been driving for hours.

    "You find it yet?" asked Steve, glancing at you for what felt like the millionth time as you scanned the map creased and wrinkled atop your lap, your brows furrowed in concentration as you traced your finger over one of many wiggling lines.

    "There should be a road up ahead on the left…" You mumbled in reply, flipping the map upside down, this way and that. Should you have brought a compass? "Maybe the right…? No, wait, definitely the left."

    "You sure?" Steve asked hesitantly - he'd driven through more open country roads and empty spatterings of woods than he could remember; in the dark, he couldn't even tell he was driving uphill.

    "You don't trust my cartography skills, Harrington?" Your lifted your brow, your tongue sticking out of the corner of your pressed lips. "Take the next left, then it should be at the end of the road."

    "I trust you, but this baby's only got so much gas." You laughed at him, clear and pleasant, his smile widening at the sound of it. "Here?"

    "Yeah, turn here."

    The car jumped as it crossed off the main road and onto the dirt, leading up the side of whatever mountain you were on; Steve's hand flew out to hold you down before he could think to stop himself, and you clung to him as the jolting continued on, both of you only relaxing when the cabin finally came into view.

    And, boy, was it a view.

    "Robin got us this?" You exclaimed, gaping at the expansive cabin before you, eyes sparkling as Steve turned the interior light on. "This is amazing!"

    "It's a cabin." Steve shrugged, and your head snapped to look at him - he sounded… unimpressed? "What? I think it's nice." You rolled your eyes at him and climbed out of the car; he followed closely behind, insisting he carry your bag, ignoring your protests against it altogether.

    As though the outside of the cabin wasn't impressive enough, the inside was lavish enough that even Steve was taken by surprise. Two floors, six bedrooms, wall-to-wall log paneling, a massive fireplace across the main living room stocked to overflow with cut firewood.

    "'S it still just nice?"

    "It's really nice."

    The both of you explored the space, running from room to room, gawking at the luxurious kitchen and the equally-massive wraparound deck leading out from it. And, having taken in your fill, the two of you begin making dinner - rather, Steve was making dinner and you were relegated to chopping and slicing duty, the conversation between you lighthearted and teasing.

    Midway through your simple stir-fry dinner, seated in the kitchen, you were the first to notice the change in the weather.

    "Steve," You nudged him, and he gave you a questioning look, stopping mid-chew to look at whatever you were pointing at. "It's snowing!"

    "Huh." His brows furrow, his gaze dropping to nothing. "The weather report didn't mention snow."

    "It shouldn't be too bad, right?" You tried to reassure him - and yourself, too - as you followed his train of thought. "They'll make it by tomorrow, for sure."

    "Yeah, for sure…" Steve didn't sound too convinced, but you didn't push the conversation further. Seeing as how he'd made dinner, you volunteered to do the dishes. And, ever the good friend, he'd kept you company, even drying off and putting away whatever you'd finished washing.

    "Steve, I said I was doing the dishes…" You huffed, pulling the damp towel slung over his shoulder and giving his chest a light-hearted swat.

    "What, I'm not allowed to help?" He danced around you, snatching back the towel, and you swiveled around to reach him; he lifted the towel far above your head, well out of your reach, laughing as you tried to jump for it.

    "Steve Harrington, give that back!"

    "Just let me-"

    Stricken mid-sentence, the lights flickered.

    You froze - you both did, Steve's arm an instant vice as he held you against his chest. Neither of you spoke, neither breathed as you listened for the tell-tale sounds of danger, of an unholy nightmare resurrected. You buried your face into the solid safety of his chest, clinging to his shirt as his eyes scanned the room. Several painful, heavy minutes passed before you slowly began to feel him relax, his hold on you loosening ever so slightly.

    "Let me go check the power…" he mumbled, his reluctance palpable as he left you alone, all but running down the hallway to where he'd remembered seeing a breaker box. Throwing it open, he flicked through every switch, yet the cabin remained shrouded in darkness.

    Shutting the panel door, and rounding the corner back into the kitchen, he narrowly missed being hit across the eye by the empty vase you'd commandeered as a weapon.

    "Whoa! Watch the face!" He jumped back, falling out of your swinging range. "The power's out. Snow must've knocked down a line or something." He explained, voice assured, and you sagged in relief at his words, hands visibly shaking as you set the vase back atop the counter. Without missing a beat, Steve stepped toward you, taking your hands in his own, enveloping them, his touch silently pleading you to look at him.

    "Hey," His voice was buttery-soft, gentle in a way he only ever used with you. "There's nothing here. It's just us."

    You shake your head, swallowing dryly, your head falling to your chest as you steadied the erratic beating of your heart. "Y-Yeah, you're right."

    Steve nodded, calling forth every fiber of his being to let you go, to lose the warmth he'd found in your touch. Together, you'd made the most of things - you remembered seeing a box of candles in one of the closets, a pack of matches tucked away between them all, and in no time at all, the living room was bathed in the flickering, golden glow of over a dozen flames. You sat atop the supple leather couch, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders as you watched Steve light the logs in the fireplace.

    You were cold, your hands tucked against you, the tips of your toes already feeling numb - and from the way Steve rubbed at his arms, he'd felt it, too.

    "Should we… uh…" You tried to ask, your own embarrassment shriveling your words before you could get them out, hands shaking as you tugged anxiously at your fingers. "I-I mean, it's cold, and the fireplace-"

    You gave him an exasperated look, but Steve - bless his athletic soul - wasn't following.

    You groaned, dragging your hands through your hair as you blurted out, "We should sleep here."

    "On the floor?"

    "Yes, Steven, on the floor." You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his shock. "We can take a couple blankets and make a bed. It'll be warmer here than in the bedrooms."

    Steve turned away from you, staring into the cackling fire. To you, he was considering what you'd said, his expression pensive, almost blank - to him, he was failing to quell his boiling panic at the thought of having to sleep with you… beside you? Whatever - either way, you would be much too close to him and he was not prepared. There were only so many rooms - and therefore only so many blankets - in the cabin, so he knew you wouldn't be able to make two separate beds.

    He had to sleep with you.

    "I-I mean, you're right…"

    You gave him a confused look. "...But?"

    Steve took a deep breath, turning back toward you, and he swore you could see the way his heart pounded in his throat. "No, nothing." He stood up, brushed off his jeans, tried for his best smile - which came through as more of a lopsided grin, but that's beside the point. "Let's get those blankets, huh?"

    Between the two of you, you were proud of the bed you'd made, cozy under the pile of blankets and pillows; splitting for a minute, you both readied for bed, changing into your pajamas, brushing your teeth in the kitchen - Steve sensed your lingering unease at being in there, so he stood closer to you than he normally would, his hand finding the small of your back as the two of you walked back to the living room.

    "Which side do you want?" You asked him, suddenly feeling shy at seeing him in nothing but a pair of loose sweatpants and an old Hawkins Phys-Ed shirt - and, unbeknownst to you, your clothes were having the same effect on him, your oversized shirt reaching your knees like an old nightgown.

    "Doesn't matter." He pulled at the drawstring of his pants, suddenly intent on looking everywhere but at you. "I'll sleep like a rock, anyway."

    You snorted a laugh and crawled into your side of the bed. "Yeah, and you'll keep me up all night with your snoring."

    "I do not snore!" Steve exclaimed, and you laughed even harder at him, obviously having touched a sore spot. "I don't!"

    "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Steve." He gave you a withering look, and you collapsed in a fit of giggles - nervous giggles, but he didn't need to know that. He shook his head at you as he crawled in under the blankets, close to you yet still keeping a respectable distance.

    "Candles stay on?" He knew what your answer would be, but he asked anyway, his chest tight as you nodded.

    "Unless it bothers you-"

    "Doesn't bother me, sweetheart." He froze, his breath catching - he'd overstepped. Called you the wrong thing, gotten too comfortable. He waited for you to shake your head, to roll your eyes at him and turn around.

    But, nothing came.

    Steve watched, hands itching from the ferocity of his fraying nerves as you nodded, quieter than usual, curling up on your side as you continued to face him. He laid on his side, toward you, hands bunching the blanket up to his face as he tried to relax - not that he'd be getting much sleep around you, but he could pretend, for your sake.

    Minutes pass, the soft sputtering of the candles a soft harmony to the loud, almost rhythmic cackling of the fireplace. Even in the muted light, you notice Steve trembling beneath the blankets.

    He was cold.

    "Steve?" you whispered, moving closer to him, the sudden drop in temperature making your stomach flip. "Steve, are you okay?"

    "Hm…?" His eyes are slow to open, his voice much more tired than it had been mere moments ago; he'd curled up tighter - you just barely felt how his knees were tucked up to his chest. "What?"

    "You're shivering." You continued to inch closer, your body all but touching his, and for the life of him, he couldn't remember how to move. "Why didn't you say anything?"

    "I was fine before…" he grumbled, shaking his head, his jaw clenched to keep you from hearing his chattering teeth. "'M fine, just go back to sleep."

    You gave him a hard-pressed look, gaze narrowed at the top of his lowered head; before you could convince yourself to do otherwise, you began to fumble about beneath the blankets. Steve cracked an eye open to watch, only to catch you flinging your shirt somewhere off to the side.

    He swallowed audibly, his mind racing - and crashing - as he felt your arms envelope him, your chest pressed to his with only the thin barrier of his shirt between you.

    "[Y/N], w-what are you-"

    "Body heat." Your answer came quickly, much to his surprise, your hands leaving smoldering trails as you rubbed them over his back. "You need to stay warm, Steve."

    He nodded, two thoughts about you dominating his mind:

You were much more selfless than you gave yourself credit for.

You weren't wearing much of anything under that shirt.

    He tried to think of something to do, something to say, but the unfiltered heat radiating off of your skin was too enticing, too overwhelming. He tried getting closer to you, chasing your warmth, but something felt off; something was holding him back.

    In a flash, he'd tossed his shirt aside, the aged fabric landing somewhere near yours.

    "Steve-"

    "Body heat, right?" God, he hoped he didn't sound too breathless. "We can keep each other warm."

    You weren't about to fight that logic, were you?

    He shuffled closer to you, arms settling loosely around your waist, the frigid feeling of his hands trailing over your bare skin sending a shiver through you. Between you, you'd moved your hands up - almost as a buffer, ridiculous as that seemed. But, now you were in a new predicament - your fingers wove through the matte of hair on his chest; you could feel each curl, each wisp as he breathed, your touch both featherlight and branding. His head fell to your shoulder, and his arms tightened over so slightly around you.

    "How are you so hot…?" Steve asked; his head shot up, and you were given an excellent view of the blush spreading up his neck as he quickly amended, "Warm, I mean. Shit, I- You're really warm. N-Not that you're not hot-"

    You giggled, the movement brushing your chest against his, pulling out a gasp from somewhere deep within him that he'd just barely managed to catch. "You're not half-bad yourself, Harrington." Feeling you relax, he tried to do the same, leaning further into you, the scent of your citrus shampoo lulling him into a pleasant sort of halfway-sleep.

    "Uh… H-Hey, Steve…?" He could hear your voice, distant and somewhat muffled, and he grinned against the comfort of your shoulder. "Steve, are you awake?"

    "Yeah…?" He peeled open his eyes, pulled away enough to look at you, confused for only a moment as he tried to follow the way your gaze flicked to the space between you - and when he did, he stopped breathing, his stomach dropping to his half-thawed toes as he sprang away from you, his scalding face clear in the candlelight, hands pressed tightly between his legs.

    "Shit! I- Goddamnit, [Y/N], I didn't… I swear, I wasn't-"

    You watched on, stunned silent as Steve worked himself into a whole-hearted frenzy, shaking as he desperately tried to explain away why he'd gotten hard sleeping with you.

    "Was that… is it my fault?" You couldn't help yourself - here you were, sharing a bed with the man of your dreams, who'd gotten painfully aroused with you in his arms. Your words were barely above a whisper as you continued, "Are you like that because of me?"

    Part of you wished you'd disappear, another thinking of what you had within arm's reach that could be used to tear your own tongue out because who in their right mind asks something like that? You stared at him, lip worried between your teeth, eyes catching the light like a million stars in the night; Steve realized he was at an impasse - you both were.

    It was now or never.

    "Yeah, I… I am."

    Nothing could have prepared you for his answer; you felt as though the floor had collapsed beneath you, turned to quicksand and swallowed you into its grainy depths.

    "Steve-"

    "I like you, [Y/N]."

    You couldn't help the gasp that tumbled past your lips, nor could you quell the sudden flood of tears swelling in your eyes. His words flew around in your head, dominated your thoughts, demanded every ounce of your attention.

    I like you.

    I like you.

    I like you.

    "[Y/N], don't… don't cry- Shit, I didn't…" He'd moved back to you the instant he'd caught the first tear, his arms wrapping back around you - he'd kept his hips turned away from you, the angle awkward, but you didn't notice. "C'mon, baby, I'm sorry-"

    You shook your head, your breathing hiccupped, stuttered as you wiped at your dripping face. To his surprise, you'd laughed, the sound as wet and sodden as it was bubbling.

    "Steve, I'm not… I'm not upset." You tried to tell him, reassure him, meeting his concerned gaze through glossy lashes.

    "But, you're crying-"

    You took his hand in both of yours, held it between your bodies like a tether between souls; he could feel your pulse through your palm, quick and solid and strong.

    "[Y/N]-"

    "I like you, too, Steve."

    He barely believed what he'd heard - you liked him? You'd reciprocated his feelings? The crush he'd been achingly, lovingly nursing since high school was… mutual?

    "Y-You… You do?" He hated how insecure he sounds, how hesitant and uncertain he was; you gave him another blinding smile, dropping your hands as you pressed your bare chest to his.

    "I do." You thank the Heavens above that your voice hadn't wavered - he heard you clear as day, the fluttering he'd feel whenever he was near you now a full-on avalanche of jittery emotion. "I… uh… I have for a while now."

    "Really?"

    You nodded, hiding your face into a lump of bunched-up blanket.

    "How long have you…?"

    "You first." You insisted, your stomach in knots at his shy smile.

    "Since freshman year, at least." Steve replied smoothly, his confidence returning in drips and splashes - it was better than nothing, he'd conceded. "Never thought you'd give me a chance, though."

    "God, I've liked you since, like, fourth grade…" You'd groaned into the blanket, goosebumps running over your body as you caught his soft exhale.

    "Seriously?" He couldn't believe it - you'd been hiding your feelings for him for almost a decade?

    How had he not noticed?

    You'd pulled your head up from the blanket pile just enough to look at him, and you both collapsed into a fit of nervous, giddy laughter, the little space left between your bodies shrinking away. Steve was the first to settle down, staring into the depths of your eyes with the look of a man drowning in his love; he brushed a lock of hair behind your ear as your legs tangled together, his rough and pleasantly scratchy against yours, and he waited for you to quiet down before asking, 

    "Is this alright?"

    His hands were at your hips, his thumbs running over the thin elastic band of your underwear. So elated were you, you'd almost forgotten about his… situation.

    Almost.

    Calming yourself, you shifted, slowly pressed your body to his - your hips firm against him - as you nodded, cheeks pink as his rock-hard length throbbed against your stomach.

    "[Y/N]?"

    "Steve, I…" You couldn't bring yourself to ask for what you'd wanted - but, God, did you want to. Lord knows you did. Your head fell to his chest with a quiet groan of frustration, but he understood all the same.

    "[Y/N], look at me."

    You lost yourself in the endless depths of his eyes, your only thought to keep breathing as he reached for your hand.

    "If you don't want to, tell me to stop."

    He watched every flicker of emotion on your face, every expression, every feeling play out in vivid detail; he brought your hand - so small in his own - to the throbbing between his legs, his eyes fluttering shut as you wrapped your fingers around him, holding him through the soft material of his sweatpants.

    "God, Steve…" You whispered, giving him an experimental squeeze, your body sweltering with heat as he moaned - it was quiet, just barely louder than an exhale, but you'd heard it all the same.

    You had done that to him, brought him to this, and you ached for more.

    "Take it off." Your tongue poked out to swipe at your lips; he swallowed at the movement, every nerve in his body alight, aflame at the feeling of your hand around him. "Please."

    He didn't need to be asked twice.

    In a single movement, Steve pulled off his pants, chucking them somewhere across the room; you gasped as you realized he wasn't wearing anything underneath, naked as the day he was born.

    You looked at him, he nodded, and your hand was on him again.

    God, Steve thought, his head pressed to your shoulder, breathing heavy as you began to stroke him, it's never been this good before. All you'd done was touch him, and he could already feel himself begin to unravel, his stomach coiling with his building release.

    You stared down between you in open-mouthed awe, feeling the weight of him in your hand; he actually keened when you'd brought your other hand to cup him, pushing his hips into your grip, chasing more of your touch - of you.

    "B-Baby…" He barely recognized his own voice from how weak he sounded, his hand shaking as he wrapped it over yours, stilling your movements. "Baby, please, I… I can't-"

    Your hands flew off of him, raised up to your chest, a pang of fear seizing your chest at the thought of having hurt him. Were you moving too fast, your grip too tight? "Steve, I-"

    "No! No, sweetheart, it's… It's not you, I swear." He pulled you close, buried his nose in your hair, his voice quiet with embarrassment as he continued, "If you keep doing that, this'll all be over way too fast."

    You giggled at him, your smile broad and beaming as he moved away to look at you, going stiff in more ways than one as you brought his hand to your chest; he could feel the thrumming of your pulse beneath the softness, keeping pace with his own.

    What, like you hadn't heard about his boobies monologue from Robin?

    You felt his fingers twitch against you, desperate to squeeze, but he held himself back, restrained himself.

    "I won't break, y'know."

    God, you were going to kill him, he swore, shaking his head, a nervous grin stretching across his lips - and it was then that he paused, his hand stilling over you as the shameful realization dawned upon him.

    He hadn't even kissed you yet.

    Where's your game, Harrington?

    He'd gone shy on you again, you noted, feeling how his breathing turned slow and deep. "Steve?" You brought your face closer to his, hands at his jaw, thumbs caressing his cheeks as you urged him to look at you. "Steve, do you-"

    "Can I kiss you?"

    Your silence stretched out for what, to him, felt like hours. Had he pushed you too far, assumed too much? Was kissing too personal for you? His first instinct was to backtrack, to make amends, and he hurriedly mumbled, "I-I mean, it's fine if you don't-"

    "Do it, Steve."

    Your words were clear, demanding in a way that made him shiver in anticipation. Slowly, carefully, he trailed his hands over the softness of your waist, pulling you flush against him, his length trapped between your thighs.

    "You want me to kiss you?" He needed to hear it from you, needed you to say it, to know you wanted this just as much as he did.

    "Please."

    Of all the times you'd imagined kissing Steve, of daydreaming about what he'd feel like, nothing could compare to the real thing; you melted against him with a sigh, arms settling around his neck as you pulled him impossibly closer, every pore on your body screaming for this moment to go on, for him to kiss you like this forever.

    And for Steve, kissing you was a miracle - he'd long since resigned himself to wanting you from afar, to watching you from the sidelines, content with the way things were. He didn't think he'd ever gather enough courage to confess his feelings to you, terrified of losing one of the closest friends he's ever had. But, now?

    Now that he's tasted you, he's insatiable.

    He was the one to deepen the kiss, to lean into you, press his body against you, throbbing between your thighs and hissing as his sensitive head caught on the fabric of your underwear. You pulled his hands back to your chest, his tongue tracing over your lip as you pulled off the lacy thing and tossed it aside.

    Your kiss had started saccharine, gentle, coy, but it had devolved into something carnal, primal, fueled on by years of pining and longing and want.

    "[Y/N], can I…? Can- touch you?" Steve panted, his words beginning to fail him, his hair already damp with sweat as it fell over his eyes. You pull one of his hands away from your chest, biting back a moan at the feeling of his calloused palm dragging over your nipple; you guided him between your legs, your breathing labored, eyes clenched shut.

    When he touched you, you screamed.

    Painstakingly, sobbingly slowly, he worked you open, his pride growing tenfold as he felt how wet you were, how slick his fingers were quickly becoming as they moved over you - and all because of him. He brushed his fingers lightly over your clit, his touch barely a touch at all, yet it drove you nearly to the brink of insanity.

    "S-Steve…!" you cried, screamed, no longer caring about the volume of your voice as you ground your hips against his hand, fingers clawing at his back. "Mmm…! Fuck, Steve…!"

    "Talk to me, sweetheart. How's it feelin'?" The closeness of his voice, of his lips pressed to your ear did absolutely nothing to veer you away from the edge of ecstasy you were barreling toward. You could feel him circle a finger around your dripping entrance, teasing you, your body writhing atop the blankets.

    "S… Steve, please…!" You shook in his arms, your face buried against his chest as you begged him for more - and when he finally pressed his finger into you, you both moaned.

    You were so hot, so tight, around his finger, sucking him in, your velvety walls pulsing against him - he could feel his cock weep as he imagined what it'd feel like to be inside of you.

    "Hmm…! A-Ah- Shit, Steve, I…!" Your head began to swim, your breathing rough as he worked you, one hand holding you by the hip while the other thrust into you, his thumb pressing down on your throbbing clit all the while.

    "Where you at, baby?" he panted, his focus breaking away from the sinful squelching coming from between your parted legs.

    "'M close, Steve… Fuck, I- I'm so close…!" You threw your head back, your body arching off the floor as Steve's kept his pace steady, looking very much satisfied with himself as you fell apart in his hands; with a final, trembling moan, you collapsed, panting for air as the sweet thrill of aftershocks shot through you; absentmindedly, you could feel him slide in behind you, holding you against his chest, hands moving idly over your sex-warmed skin.

    Still, even in the rose-colored haze of your mind, you knew you wanted more.

    "[Y/N]?" Steve watched as you turned around in his arms, pulling him into a sloppy, wet kiss. It didn't take much for him to turn to putty in your hands, and he offered no resistance as you nudged him onto his back, legs straddling his hips. "Fuck, baby, I…" he breathed, eyes wide as his gaze moved over you in reverence - bathed in the candlelight, flushed from the bliss he'd given you, he swore you never looked so beautiful.

    You moved your dripping core over his cock hesitantly - unlike Steve, you had no prior experience to draw from. Did it feel good when you pressed down on him? When you sped up? Slowed down? You stared at where your bodies connected, not realizing Steve's eyes had clenched shut, sweat beading down his brow as he tried to keep himself from losing it.

    "Sweetheart, please, I…" Steve moaned, his hands leaving you to drag through his hair. "You're killin' me-"

    "Yeah?" you panted, pushing more of your weight down onto him, your heart soaring at the litany of curses that fell from his lips - and even a few that weren't in English. "How's it feel, pretty boy?"

    At the name, you felt him jump against you, and you swore on your mother's life you'd never seen him flush so red.

    It was as though the very room had gone still, the snow outside ceasing to fall, your breath catching as you lifted yourself off of him; holding him in your hand, you lined him up with your entrance, your eyes shut as you tried to calm your nerves, but you paused at the feeling of hands running over your sides, gentle and soft against you.

    Steve looked up at you, cheeks bursting with color as he held you steady, an unspoken question clear in his eyes.

    Do you want it?

    You nodded, your lips breaking into a smile as you kissed him - and all at once, you pushed yourself down, crying out at the feeling of him stretching you, filling you.

    He was big, and you were loath to admit that the rumors you'd heard about him all throughout high school were true - he deserved to be called "King Steve".

    You fell against him, shaking at the sudden intrusion as his hands soothed over your back, your waist, your thighs, your face, guiding you down onto him, whispering praises into your ear.

    "You're doin' so well, baby. You're so good to me, taking me like that… Fuck-!"

    You were struggling to breathe, face pressed against the crook of his neck as you waited for the pain to melt away - and Steve waited with you, peppering your face in kisses, his hands smoothing over your hair.

    "Do you want to stop?" he asked, his voice softer than silk, his concern washing away the lingering traces of your discomfort. You shook your head, biting your lip as you pulled away from him, wiping at the moisture clinging to the corners of your eyes.

    Steve felt his stomach drop. "[Y/N]-"

    "I'm okay." you reassured him, your voice all but gone, eyes fluttering shut as you settled back against his hips - he'd buried himself completely into you, the feeling of you enveloping him almost too much. He waited for you, for your sign that it was alright to move - because once he started, he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop.

    You accustomed yourself to the feeling of him inside of you, thick and hard and throbbing. "S-Steve…" you moaned, your hands steadying yourself against his chest. "You can… You can move-"

    And you fell over when he snapped up into you, breaking out into fits of bright, sparkling laughter.

    "[Y/N]!" Steve couldn't help but laugh, too, feeling your walls squeezing around him. "Baby, you alright?"

    You nodded, still smiling as you threw your arms over your heated face.

    "Keep going, Steve…" you sighed, peeking at him from between your fingers - and his heart swelled, leaning over to kiss you stupid as his hips pounded into you, one of his hands moving down to your clit, rubbing you in time with his thrusts.

    He wasn't going to last - he knew he wasn't - but he'd be damned if you didn't finish before him.

    Your mouth fell open with a wanton moan, hands fisting the blankets at your sides as he gripped your hips roughly enough to bruise, his pace already beginning to falter. He kissed you everywhere he could reach, covering you in his love, his breathing coming out in grunts as he felt himself nearing his end.

    "Baby, I- I'm so fucking close-"

    "Steve, I- Ahh…! I can't…! Steve, please, I'm…!"

    And you reached your peaks together, screaming as you throbbed around him, as he painted you with his release, your bodies sticky as you collapsed onto the blankets, chests heaving for air as you floated back down from the Heavens.

    He was the first to speak. "You still with me?" Steve asked, still winded as he rolled onto his side, his hand moving up to roll a lock of your hair between his fingers - you still smelled like citrus, like sunshine and light.

    But now you smelled like him, too.

    You turned your head to look at him, eyes lidded, your grin blissfully lopsided as you kissed him - gently, sweetly, relishing the feeling of his chapped lips, of the warmth of his breath over your face. "I'm still with you, Steve."

    "Yeah?"

    "Always."

    He pulled you into his arms, his face pressed to your neck; you nudged yourself against him, exhaustion settling over you both like the falling snow.

    Before you'd drifted away, you heard his voice, quiet and meek as he whispered, "I love you."

    Your hands moved over his chest, and you kissed him one final time before falling into oblivion, your sigh of, "I love you, too." barely slipping past your parted lips, Steve chasing after you.

#becca.fic #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve x fem!reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #stranger things smut #if any of you read my encanto fic you would know how disastrous my last attempt at writing smut was so i figured practice makes perfect #and i swear i'm still writing Ride the Lightning i just needed to get this off my chest #feedback appreciated <3 #also just imagine if you will robin and the gang arriving the next afternoon all aware of what likely went down #and when they find you two AWFULLY close they all know their little plan succeeded #the group has been trying to get the two of you together for years and figured this would be the best chance

[thebiscuitbread]

Bad Boys Band au

ill give it a better name later, but i had this idea for an au that is heavily inspired by this post. basically, the bad boys are all young adults in their early twenties who come together and form a band. thats the gist. there are so many more complex subplots and stuff i have in mind but thats the basics. i quick typed up very short summaries for each of them in google docs to hopefully very briefly explain

now, if this turns out to actually be a cool idea and not just me being sleep deprived, ill write a fanfic about it. but i want anyone and everyone's input: is this something you'd like to read?? even if you dont follow me, please respond with criticism and such. <333

also please go check out the post that i took inspo from, its a poll and its still live for the next 19 hours!! go vote go go go

#grian #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #fanfiction #fanfic #life series #trafficblr #traffic smp #trafficblr fanfic #bad boys #ok i think thats all the tags i need to hit #please please please feedback of any kind #it would be greatly appreciated

[becca-e-barnes]

ur stucky shit is so good love u so much hope u have a great week

I had stucky bouncing around in my head today and I just need to talk about it 😩 And I hope you have a great week too!!

I really love the thought of mutual masturbation that dissolves into a threesome with Steve and Bucky. Like maybe you're all roommates? The three of you are more than aware that you all have needs and since you're attracted to each other, it almost just makes sense to get off together every now and again.

It's so much better like that anyway, getting to see those two beautiful men, stroking their own cocks while they watch you trail your fingers from your little fluttering hole to your throbbing clit.

"That feel good, angel?" Steve teases with a lazy smirk on his face, his strokes slowing down because he wants this to last. Whoever gets off first tends to get teased by the other two for having no self control and he's determined that it won't be him tonight. In all honesty, it's usually you.

"It's so good." You groan, rubbing tiny, well practiced circles over your own sensitive clit.

"It looks like it feels good. But then again, you were needy today. Bet you were thinking about this all morning. Got yourself all wet and messy before we had even started." Bucky wasn't wrong but it was hard to focus on anything he was saying with the thick droplet of precum rolling slowly down his shaft. You were desperate to taste it. Desperate to get on your knees in front of him and lap it up. But that's not a scenario you should be imagining. Not if you're trying to last.

"Some of these days you're gonna need more than just your own fingers, won't you, honey?" Steve's cock throbbed in his hand and you couldn't help but imagine the weight of it on your tongue or how it would feel to have him hitting the back of your throat.

"I'm surprised she hasn't given in already. Spent all this time showing us just how she likes to be touched. It's almost like she thinks we haven't picked up how to do it right." Bucky's eyes tear away from your glistening cunt, watching your expression carefully for any sign of discomfort at the turn this was taking.

Instead, you just looked even more blissed out and both men seemed to delight in that.

"Always wanted to taste you, doll. Not fair that you're the only one that gets to play with that pretty little pussy." Bucky was the first to move, taking your wrist gently to guide your fingers to his mouth and groaning pathetically as his hot, wet mouth engulfed them.

"You're missing out, Buck." Steve mumbled, settling between your spread legs and kissing up the inside of your bare thighs towards your soaked, neglected core. "Fuck, you're so easy to enjoy." He trailed the tip of his tongue so gently from your hole to your clit and it became difficult to focus on anything other than the two eager, insistent mouths on your skin.

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #stucky x reader smut #stucky x reader #I had media training today besties #I had a mock radio interview and a mock TV interview #and oh my god #I got the most insanely positive feedback #I swear I got like 3 minutes of solid praise with no points for development #they couldn't think of any #and it was like I was right back to primary school again and I was the kid who 'is a pleasure to have in class' #he said I was 'calm and strong and really reasonable' 🥺 #'it was like we gave you all the questions in advance. you looked like you knew what was coming and you were completely unflappable' 🥺 #and that I left no counter arguments standing #I'm just gonna ramble in the tags about this because I was really proud #probably the best thing that will happen this week tbh #I'm very proud of where I'm at rn #things just feel good? #is this what it feels like to be a sim with all their needs met? #my confidence for the last month has just been 📈

[skitskatdacat63]

Please god, can someone give me the strength to write ANOTHER 900 word essay in German, I DON'T WANNA I DONT WANNA PLEASE NO

#disliking this course more than i thought i would #oh yes german linguistics!!! okay!!! sure i love that!!! #and then my grade is dependent on literally only writing assignments #i actually want to die. this brings me soooooooo much fucking pain #i just really despise the whole idea of it #you put a bunch of people in one class with differing skill level #and then make them all write 900 word essays in a language theyre not 100% on yet #and the content is soooo much just him rambling in class IN GERMAN ! #and not all of it is on the slides so fuck if i remember #and even if i did remember its so much me trying to focus on catching what hes saying than actually absorbing it #and the topic even if i was writing in english would make me struggle #and you guys know!! im great at rambling!! BUT NOT AUF DEUTSCH #and then. when you finally finish slaving over this fucking disaster of a paper #you submit it. and his only comment is just: sehr gur gemacht. #yeah why the fuck would i feel the need to burn myself like this + #only to get feedback that feels like he only looked at the word count and nothing else #like not even going to correct my grammer or???? what am i learning other than writing the same kind of bs sentences over and over #i despise word count essays btw #youre not really writing for quality youre writing for quantity #bcs if the only real outline you get is that you hit the word count then why do i give any shit about the quality of it #like i submitted a paper for my other class and she gave like 100+ edits on it #not only comments but also grammer correction #and like????? why do i not get that from the class that is teaching me a foreign fucking language #yeah sure its not bad to correct the grammar of your first language but cmon my god please help me a bit or smth #but yeah its due on Wednesday and i just think im going to fucking die before then #choking on my stress tears or smth #as i said it would be fine if it felt like he was actually checking them in depth #but i hate assignments where im only doing it for the grade. like i actually want to uhhh learn yknow??????? #but yes i need someone to cheerlead me on or smth bcs itll take so much resolve to not just give up #and i wont give up bcs i want to keep my gpa but thats exactly thr issue isnt it? that i dont care about the content?

[thesimquarter]

some more miniopolis builds!!

Second Looks Thrift Emporium - King Tower - Jail

+ bonus first draft for a miniopolis .s4c terrain!

#ts2 #urbz #I'd consider myself a pretty amateur sims 2 builder #so if anyone has any feedback/suggestions feel free to share! #there's two big things that i haven't quite figured out yet #1. technically two things on King Tower. The offices look weird spatially & the back windows are inconsistent #2. miniopolis is constructed REALLY dense and it doesn't match well with the sims 2 + simcity 4 grid system #those road loops? can only be 3x3 or 1x1. 1x1 is too small to do much of anything 3x3 is too big for a lot of buildings #i also need to figure out where all the sims would be living and what they would be living in #sooo that either means that i have to build a lot of lots or i have to go searching for the perfect lots for the sims #not a big deal but i'm not completely sure where good places to find sims 2 lots are lmao

[mifflebat]

Request- Young Splinter? From any version of tmnt, but I was thinking your own iteration!

young splinter and his best buddy!

this made me so happy i love getting to talk about iteration turtles, their origins in particular (i’ll ramble in tags) thank you so much for the ask!

#own art #tmnt iteration #master splinter is almost an amalgamation of a bunch of different people i’ve had in my life #the main three being my own father #a coach and friend of my parents who taught me and my sister mma when we were younger #and my current instructor in a firefighting academy #alongside creative freedom of course #but those people have changed my life and are still currently affecting me in such positive ways that i felt the need to honor them #in the name of master splinter/hamato yoshi #lots of the more human characters i create are tied to people i’ve personally experienced in so many different ways #and i love when people ask me stuff to where it’d make sense if i talked about it #anyways this is getting long but thank you again for the ask!! #i genuinely appreciate all of you so much #including any and all feedback i get #yall are sweethearts and i love interacting with you

[manasurge]

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#sometimes I wish drawing wasn't such a lonely activity #am in a bit of a social mood but can't find anything to socialize about #i also wish I didn't need to spend ALL DAY trying to prep my brain to try to draw; despite it being something I wanna do and enjoy #why must i have executive dysfunction over my hobbies #this is why it takes me one million years to something I can actually get done in a few days at most #i'm so incredibly frustrated and it's super depressing and bumming me out #it's just so frustrating and i'm so irritated at myself #i know it's shark week so maybe it's why i'm a bit of a mess; but usually it doesn't affect me during the time so idk #also i love how every night I get to deal with the crippling dread and lowkey anxiety attacks bc everything i'm avoiding/afraid of and it- #- keeps festering in my mind and makes me avoid sleep for as long as possible and i'm stuck in an eternal negative feedback loop #i can't even do the thing i enjoy bc my brain is making it hard for me #not to mention that I constantly get those thoughts about how i'm never getting anywhere in life and i am in fact; ALONE #no irl friends or family and it still scares me to think about how worse things will get in the future for me. #not to mention not having a career or being capable of doing any kind of secondary schooling makes the dread even worse #but again frustrated and i can't even apply positive activities like how I'd usually do; not to mention i'm just always mad at myself about #-everything lmao #stupid brain just let me enjoy me hobby bc i wanna do it and you're not letting me and it's making me feel worse #delete later probably idk lmao

[hummingbird-games]

this sounds extremely fatalistic and especially insane to say during BHM from yours truly, but I'm spiraling and looking at data and the state of the world (& my country specifically) and the stories I want to tell and the people who stories are centered and...

I don't think I ever want to charge money for my games. ever. they'll be free for the unforeseen future because I'm not tanking my health further by stressing out over what hateful, racist, insane players think. I'm already catching strays from trying to have f!MC protagonists??? can you unpack why that makes you wanna lash out and be nasty?? but preferably with someone else that's not me.

people talk such a big game about diversity and being inclusive and listening to Black voices and then turn around do the exact opposite. every single time.

ugh, I have a queued post going up...tomorrow?? that's a reblog from last year, but a warning: I was a very different person with a very different well of energy when I wrote it and when I scheduled that reblog.

#gamedev rambles #I...just wanna tell stories #and experience others' stories #but putting a price tag on me #even when I'm putting in work?? #it's so clear what players want (and don't want) #and Crushed did pretty well with a majority Black cast #but it's a BL so I wonder if that cushioned it's fall?? #HSD:JY has more scrapes and bruises from the general public (and I try to focus on the positive feedback but like. damn) #and so with The Knight Dance I'm actually scared #because it's an all black cast AND it's sapphic and those are 2 things I discovered a while ago that don't hold ppl's attention #or it does hold attention but the wrong kind #lol does any of this make any sense?? #I'm not going to stop making games or being a part of this community #but I am going to shuffle my feet more lol #LOL ramblings brought to you by 1) discord and 2) realizing I effing hate programming and need to find a way to pay someone to #do it moving forward. so. almost zero correlation

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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#sometimes i find the degree to which i cannot concentrate very alarming #like bro i canno read. i have so much to do but i wanna sleep forever #i just have to get up and go somewhere else. normally id go transfer algae or run but im stuck inside and .y fingers r all cold #usually its just in the morning that I get thr high distress so its prob the meds #but yesterday was kinda fucked. ugh.i just need to run around but i cant #i have such a sinister combo of: brain stops me from being able to b productive and if im not productive i am compelled to do horrible #things. mood issues and 0cd is horrible. horrible feedback loop #i just wish i could breathe. itll b fine. eventually itll b summer again and itll b fine #its like someone's squeezing my throat. like im sick but i kno its just that im anxious #i was doing so well the past few days in terms of reading and productivity despite the distress #and im trying to b kind and roll with the punches but its so hard #like i kno i need to relax and not resist bc resistance makes it worse but it's just hard and im worried this is how itll always b #i wish i could go back on lamicta1. i felt way better on low dose of that then i do on low dose of abi1ify. its so hard to stay on this #just bc of how my head works. and like things were complicated with the lamicta1. maybe i wouldnt habe had a reaction if i didnt get a #tatto0 while upping the dose but now im marked as allergic so i prob wont b allowed to try any of thr anti convulsive type antidepressants #ugh. i hate this. its so frustrating #unrelated