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101.3°

Originally posted by stoncyy

Couple: Steve Harrington x reader

Warnings: swearing

Requested: yes

Prompt: #1 — You’re not going alone.

#6 — I’m not going to leave you.

Tags: @soalkie

AN: Okay, im so mad bc I typed a story out for this but then realized it was TOTALLY WRONG so i just replaced some words in the old story, to make it a new one with different prompts and wow im lazy.

Enjoy???

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It was the middle of summer in Hawkins, Indiana and you were putting on a coat. Why? Because your temperature was 101.3 degrees, and you needed cold medicine.

You were pissed because you couldn’t find any around the house, but, life is dumb, so now you have to get more sick, just to try and not be sick, again.

Your parents had gone to work for the day, so you were alone, sick—honestly, probably dying—and you just wanted some damn cold medicine and some soup.

You were on a mission. To feel better, that is.

As you went to place your hand on the door knob, there was a knock on the door that startled you half to death.

Breathing out, you attempted to remember if you’d accidentally forgot you invited someone over, but you knew you didn’t. You were sick.

You actually had to regain your composure before you opened the door, but when you did, you forgot about being mad and instantly, your eyes had softened.

“Steve.” You breathed out.

“Hey, princess.” Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he backed up and replaced it with a hand. “You’re burning up!”

“Yeah, I was just—”

“Oh, god, do you need anything? Soup? Water? Hospital? I don’t know what to do, Y/N! Tell me what I need to do.”

“I was just about to go to the store and get some cold medicine, honestly.” Smiling sheepishly, you wrapped your coat tightly around you, shivering slightly.

“Yeah, well, you’re not going alone.” He smiled, holding up his car keys. “On second thought,” he spoke, his arm coming down, “you’re not going to even get out of the car.”

You smiled and walked out to his car, getting in the passenger seat, and head to the store.

———

He was true to his as he kept the car on and tapped the door a couple times before smiling at her, saying, “I’ll be back with your soup and medicine.” Then, he walked away.

Now, this is how you are. Sprawled out all over your boyfriend, sweating as the fever was going down a couple degrees, and he couldn’t be happier.

An hour later, and with one loopy Y/N, Steve had turned on the TV while your head was in his lap. Running a hand through his hair, he smiled at the sight of you.

Mouth slightly open, eyes barely able to stay open, and your (y/c/h) messy, so he attempted to tame it and to no avail, your hair still looked like a mess.

“Hey, sleepy.“Steve muttered to you, smiling as you opened your eyes slightly to look at him.” It’s already eight, baby. Did you want me to stay or—”

Barely audible, all he could hear was, ‘stay’, ‘don’t’, and 'leave’ before he looked down at him, arching his eyebrow.

“I’m going to need English.”

“Stay, please. Don’t leave.” You whispered, embarrassed to be this way, even if you and Steve have been dating for months.

“Hey, don’t worry. I’m not going to leave you. I can promise you that, Y/N.” He said, grabbing the blanket from behind him and wrapping the both of them in it.

For the rest of the night, they watched whatever came on TV until you had fallen asleep, finally being able to sleep for the first day since she’s gotten sick.

He kissed the top of her head lovingly before brushing the hair out of her face.

“Goodnight, beautiful.”

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AN: i slept 5 hours last night and now it’s taking a toll on me because I ALMOST fell asleep writing this. I’m sorry I’m trash.

I hope this is what you were looking for!! Have a great thanksgiving, today /tomorrow!!

P. S. I’m sorry this is so short ):

Originally posted by sk8terguurl

quiet

youtube

iM LAUGHING SO MUCH?

A kid I met before invited me in a group, told me nothing, and just put us in that custom game. I never laughed that much in my life, especially:
-All the fast tap tap from hanzo’s feet
-How you go flying just by climbing stuff
-Ryu ga-Ryu ga wag- Ryu ga w-
-One of them is called Kaplan

Special mention to those two Hanzo flying that made me lost my shit:

aight weird lil thing I noticed about papyrus and sans’ house

their rooms don’t line up with the rest of the interior (I scaled the rooms down a bit to make the entrance the same size as the door)

however, when you swap their positions it’s a perfect fit

the space between their rooms is also a bit larger than sans’ room, with the bone painting at the spot where you’d expect the door to a third room to be.

so like this /could/ mean I’m just reading too much into things however it could also mean gaster’s room used to be there and idk about yall but i know what i’m going with

also interesting to note maybe is that papyrus’ room is the only room in the entire game that doesn’t have any background music, not even after you beat asriel and “reunited” plays everywhere else.

2

Hey, can you do a better version of this attempt at Klance? Ive never watched the show but my best friend talks about it all the time to me and she asked me to make fanart for her. This is what i got, im not a great artist at all. But i want to see if you can put it in your style and when youre done tag hemmoshalo and i? I will love you forever!


There you go my man. Keep drawing!! You’ve got great potential!

i decided to have a go at drawing these guys (this guy?) properly instead of just doodling in class. for some reason i decided to go for this artstyle - i normally only use it for hs related stuff - and i think it turned out p nice.

gonna draw the other two at some point, just gotta get the energy/motivation.

2

hey since i made two of these already i decided to put them in a post together. for future reference
if i gotta add these to my posts may as well make them pretty am i right lmao

fantasy au

so a few ppl have been a little confused cause they came in like halfway into when i started making these so i’ve made a small masterpost here, in chronological order, like, the boys’s timeline, not when i made them.. and just the first post of every comic cause that post links to the other posts of that comic,, SO, anyways, enjoy

an elected position 

he’ll be back

he wants a sword

stop staring at me

i love swords

kirishima goes to jail

kirishima leaves jail

let’s go on a walk

oh shit

it’s fine

kirishima talks about himself

important questions

lots of questions

kirishima needs some self worth

pretty sweet

whatever you want

lose the apron

makeover

the start

part 2 start

we ARE friends

another one

momo enters

we’re soarin’, flyin’

momo can’t lie

mina is here to stay

bkg is extra

don’t say such nice things

cant hide from your feelings

regret

wake up shake up

bkg’s past 

FIGHT

hold up wait

momo’s regrets

a discussion that needed to happen

of ALL people

he knows plenty

families are something aren’t they

a moment ruined

kirishima wants to chat

we have some weird friends

riverside argument

what’s up bakugou’s sleeves 

doctor kirishima

bakugou explains

one panel update

you’re a good person

campfire bonding

bakugou finds out

an ending

part 3 start

a nice dinner

momo’s geography lesson

sherlock bakugou

kirishim-erella

mina takes over

small town girl

yielding results

bad news

if im asleep, dont wake me up

a necessary talk

night’s almost over


[idk where these fit in at this point]

rain rain go away

good morning

i dont dance

maybe i dance

[comics from before the comic started]

communication error

lute time

James Potter: seventeen, hair got struck by lightning at age four and hasn’t sat down since, knuckles that jut out, holds his wand between his teeth to impress girls- to impress the girl, doesn’t own one pair of matching socks, the kind of attractive that fills the ribs, fills the shoulder blades, fills the heart, Sirius painted his nails once and he kept the polish on all week, sees the girl before registering anyone else in the room, young organs pumping young blood, wired to himself, to his boys, to the girl, can tell what you’re about to say before you say it, he’s just sort of like that, has a habit of leaning arms on peoples shoulders, starts the trust fall before anyone realises they’re  meant to be catching him

Sirius Black: seventeen, eats whipped cream by the fork full, rolls up the sleeves of his robes, begins most conversations with: you absolute fuck, column of his throat running down the neck like water, leaves his text books all over school, made of gut feeling, of instinct, of starting before you know how to finish, a part of him still stuck in that house, with the door slamming, with his mother yelling, with the world ending,  he is the bomb going off in the swimming pool, he has probably made a bomb go off in the swimming pool, smoking just outside the door- look- you can see the smoke, you can see the shaking hands.

Remus Lupin: seventeen,  jumpy, long eyelashes, the sullen quiet of fog in winter, scars up the arms, round the neck, across the chest, eyes that stare as if they are waiting for permission, plays the same records until he’s mouthing the words in his sleep, gives out flowers for gifts, sarcasm that could stop the heart, soft, like the skin above your collar bone, like stained glass windows with light through them, like seeing a star in a textbook, knowing that  something that good is out there even if it is far away, often has wind billowing through his baggy t-shirts, pulls out his bottom lip when thinking, at night wakes up sweating, dreaming of blood in his mouth, the kind you get when you rip an arm off, when you lick the bone clean.

 

Peter Pettigrew: seventeen, socks right to the knee, eating an ice cream, has a sore neck from always looking up, raw fingernails- bitten to the cuticles, full of fear, oozing fear, could fill cathedrals with this fear, burns books for no reason, unmade bed, the flush of a cheek that is bloated, a mound of blood, sits on the floor because there is no room at the table, counts on his fingers, pulled a muscle when walking up the fourth staircase, shuts his eyes, opens them, realises he is still in his own skin, pale, a stick of white, unassuming, like flowers, or the moment the ground gives way, all at once, as if it was going to all along

mcr flavored ~ tag yourself

Today, March 22nd 2017, marks 4 years since My Chemical Romance joined the Black Parade on March 22nd 2013, after 12 glorious years of bandom and adventure. In honor of this anniversary, tagurself presents a My Chemical Romance themed ‘tag yourself’. Killjoys, enjoy.