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jester-vamp · 6 months
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ALPHA DAVE MY BELOVED FAV
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aimseytv · 1 month
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please do not send me videos or clips about me where people spend the majority half of said video just making fun of how i talk and look. i do not want to see that. nobody wants to see that.
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hungharrington · 7 months
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hmmm do you guys ever think about… how much steve would love it if you ever scratched up his back during sex <3 he. loves. it. so. bad.
honestly he treats it like he does hickies, he lurvssss getting to show off— gets all hot under the collar at the mere thought that if anyone else can see them they’ll know he’s taken, that he’s got a lover and he treat them right. it’s this perfect sweet spot between stroking his pride and catering to his possessiveness :)
the first time you notice you’ve done it (because let’s be real, you don’t notice in the moment, you’re far more focused on the perfect grind of his hips into you, fast and filthy, so good it has you clawing at his back) but the day after, when he tugs his shirt off, you spot the scratches and you’re instantly spouting apologies.
your hands flit over his back, worried that you’ve hurt him and he’s like, “no no no! it’s— i’m fine and- uh, how do i say this? please, um, always do that.” he can’t even pretend to hide how much he loves it and that makes you feel better, makes you glow hot inside.
eddie notices one time when you’re all over at the harrington house, using the pool to cool off. right as steve tugs his shirt off over his head, eddie catches sight of the red scratches where your nails have raked down the tan expanse of his back and whistles loudly, “damn, harrington, you share a bed with a wild animal lately?” like he doesn’t know damn well where those marks came from.
his quick glance at you confirms it and you can’t help but feel a little bashful but steve’s already scoffing, a little smug and a lil pink in the cheeks from how proud he is and he jerks a thumb over his shoulder and is like, “actually, it means i got a good grade in sex :)”
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slvttyplum · 29 days
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when i get through writing and i didnt make the characters fuck
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raggedy-spaceman · 5 months
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I just thought about the most heartbreaking thing ever.
We’ve seen Izzy taking the “for the new unicorn” note out of his glove. What if he kept it there. What if, when Jim took his glove off to take it with them, they found the note there.
Fuck I just made myself cry…
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the-darkestminds · 14 days
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There are three characters in the acotar series that I am Not Normal about and will excuse any and all wrong doing they have and will commit. Those characters are Nesta, Lucien, and Eris.
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*The roommate series rn being that the reader is a hostage and is about to die and Ghost is having a panic attack and rage attack at the same time*
Me: and then they kissed and then they hugged and then they kissed ☺️
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youronlydrpepper · 6 months
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I’m sorry for being annoying about my fave, it will happen again
🦷❤️🎩
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remorii · 1 month
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this is the last fem teru drawing i’m doing i swear (no it’s not)
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junicult · 5 months
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note ; it’s just so easy to blurb abt harvey rn even though i wish i could respond to asks. studying for finals & i have sm work that’s why i’ve been a little slow recently 😓
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just thinking about harvey, ever the gentleman, meeting your parents for the first time.
despite him being the sweetest, probably the best kind of man that your parents would want you to end up with—he’s never been anxious like this. or at least, it’s been a long time.
you dropped the bomb on him in the middle of a very peaceful evening. he had a nice day at work, he’s spending an even better night with you—yet the news suddenly threw a wrench into his serenity.
it’s like you forgot the kind of man you’re dating. while in the back of his mind he’s eager to meet the people he knows are going to be his in-laws someday—it’s the same reason why he’s frightened to meet them.
first impressions are everything, so for the next week he’s going to be asking you questions about things you hardly even know.
what’s your mom’s favorite meal? what does your dad do for a living? what kind of people are your parents? do you think they’ll like him?
“well considering my mom asks about you all the time, yeah, i think they’ll like you.” you giggle, watching his features soften despite his stiff shoulders.
and when it’s the day your parents are set to come into town, it really has been a long time since he’s felt this sweaty.
you haven’t seen him this anxious in so long. it’s endearing how important it is to him.
while he always dresses well, he made a little extra effort today. button up tucked into his slacks, his tie around his neck sitting neater then usual, his hair combed. he sits at the kitchen table bouncing his knee anxiously, looking off into space in deep thought you know is eating him alive.
you, however, sit in your cleaner work clothes, hair like always, maybe a couple extra pieces of jewelry on.
you’ve done your best trying to ease his worries, but even you know there’s nothing that’ll convince him from the worst. there’s no amount of, “honey, they’re going to love you. i promise,” that’ll calm his nerves.
and even though when you brush a couple of his stray hairs behind his ear, leaning down to kiss his forehead, reassuring him once more—he still feels his heart drop to his stomach when he hears the couple knocks on the door.
you greet them warmly, just as a daughter who hasn’t seen her parents in months would. he stands back, wondering what the hell he should be doing with his hands, and if he’s smiling correctly.
when you turn to him, introducing him as your boyfriend, he’s too distracted to notice the look of reassurance you shoot him. sliding your hand across his back, resting your cheek on his shoulder for a moment while he reaches out to introduce himself.
he shakes your parents hands with a warm smile, praying to yoba they don’t notice how clammy they are.
the entirety of the evening is spent with the majority of you catching up with your parents, asking about other family members and hearing about their lives. you carry the conversation significantly—but when it becomes time for your parents to begin asking him questions, you allow him to speak.
he’s good with conversation, so ignoring the fact that these are the people that raised the love of his life—he can manage his sentences without a single stutter.
and when he’s able to make your father laugh, you can practically see the weight lift off his shoulders.
it’s midway through the evening when you come back inside after giving your parents a tour, he stayed in to make you all dinner. you had a moment to come up to him while your parents were off in some other room, wrapping your arms around his waist and peeking over his shoulder.
“how are you doing?” you hum, fixing your gaze on his when he turns to look at you.
“much better.” he chuckles, stirring up the contents in the pot. “how’d they like the farm?”
you giggle. “they love it. my dad got all sentimental about it,” he doesn’t miss the fondness laced in your voice. “guess what?”
he shoots a glance over your head, before humming, “what?”
you squeeze his torso a little tighter. “my mom just told me she loves you. probably more then me, actually.” you tease, leaning over to see his cheeks darken and his lips purse into a smile. “my dad, too. in fact, he said you’re a good man.”
your voice drops an octave to mimic your fathers tone, making him exhale out a laugh through his nose.
though, hearing that made the smile on his cheeks hardly budge for the rest of the evening.
he’s beyond glad his impression made your parents feel that way, even more so because it only indulges his thoughts of your future. and while he could’ve shit his pants when your father pulled him aside after dinner, humming one last greeting, even going as far as to saying, “thank you for treating my daughter so well, she speaks very highly of you,” it makes his heart ache.
hearing your father’s approval, affirming your love of him in the same sentence—well, he almost collapsed.
feeling so nervous for days—really months because he knew he had to meet them at some point—and hearing that was like the deepest breath of fresh air he’s ever received.
so what he’s been in past relationships, maybe their parents liked him as well. none of that mattered, though. because this is the one that really counts. this is the family he wants to be acquainted with the rest of his life.
you’re the one that’s bringing these people into his life.
and really, he should be the one thanking them.
because without them, you’d have never stumbled into his life. and without you, he truly wouldn’t believe in this future.
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420jimmyuso · 5 months
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happy thanksgiving Btw guys here is what i am thankful for 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🙏🙏🙏🙏💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯😭😭😭😭🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥😭😭 finndamian will always be famous To Me !
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seagreenstardust · 1 year
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The inherent romanticism of constantly chasing after the one person who is everything you think you need to be, while they’re chasing after you for the exact same reason, when you two are polar opposites.
Can you imagine being two halves of the same whole the way Katsuki is Victory and Izuku is Hope and together they make the heart of a hero? Constantly being inspired and driven to do and be better because your other half already is and you can’t be left behind?
Nobody is doing it like bakudeku
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erebosblue · 10 days
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I don’t think we talk enough about Dick’s parentification trauma.
like yeah he’s the eldest daughter and definitely takes care of his siblings more like a parent than a brother but also.
he basically had to raise himself. like Bruce was more his partner in crimefighting than his father (closer to a brother than a parent) and while Alfred definitely raised him more, Dick was still largely operating like an adult while Robin.
no wonder he became desperate for independence. he already felt like an adult. being treated like a kid when you’ve been taking care of yourself for years can feel infuriating. (I should know.)
I’m aware in most canons he is an adult when he becomes Nightwing, but that’s still at 18/19 and doesn’t change my point.
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