THEY KEEP ASKING ME IF I WOULD DIE FOR THEM AND I KEEP ASKING WHY THEY WANT ME DEAD

CINNAMON SUGAR — CARMEN BERZATTO

Carmen opens the door to the bedroom carefully, minding the creaky hinge in the middle of the night. Moonlight peeks through the window, caught at the right time when the city doesn’t block its path into the apartment, giving just enough glow to the room to see you fast asleep in bed. It’s late, he realizes, even later than usual. He needs to work on that.

He makes his way to the bed, stopping at your side to kneel beside you and simply adore you: the curve of your nose, the plush of your lips in that pout you wear only when you’re asleep, the eyelashes laid against your cheeks.

You stir when he presses his lips to your temple, a soft groan pulled from your lips. “…Bear?”

“Yeah, ‘s me, baby.” Even at a whisper, he thinks he’s too loud, and with his rough and tired hand he brushes over the top of your head just light enough to keep you sleepy.

A drowsy hand reaches out from under the covers to smooth over the contours of his face, tracing along shadows made hazy by a few hours’ rest. “You coming to bed soon?”

“Almost,” he murmurs, smoothing a palm up your exposed arm to hold your hand steady. He pulls ever so slightly away from your palm, only to turn to land gentle kisses against its soft skin, worshiping the pieces of you that treat him with more care than he thinks he’s worthy of. “Needa take a shower first, alright? But I’ll be right back.” 

2024 is a new year with new possibilities and hope but I will not forget a single moment or martyr in Palestine from the past 85 days

*consumes literature* *throws up* ooooo I love this poem!!

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Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: Steve tells his parents he’s bringing a girl home for the holidays and bribes the reader to play his girlfriend. It’s two weeks in Hawkins. What could go wrong? (aka a modern college au, and-they-were-roommates, fake dating, obligatory friends to lovers, and some appearances by the crew)

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blasting my silly little music and creating my silly little daydreams so i don’t lose my silly little mind

I would've read your love letters every single night - S.H

Steve Harrington x female!reader

Steve falls for a girl he's only ever written to 

A/n: pen pals, friends to lovers, Steve calls reader ‘angel’

Warnings: 18+, strong language, kissing 

Word count: 2.9k

October, 1988

It started in the summer, with a misplaced letter that Steve had to respond to. It was on his doorstep, with no phone number, neatly written for someone else, someone who was not him. So he wrote back, nicely informing the person that they had the wrong address and then she wrote back thanking him for being so kind and then his pen was suddenly in his hand again, writing. 

Time Flies By AU

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part I ~ part II ~ part III ~ part IV ~ part V ~ part VI ~ part VII ~ part VIII

alternate ending

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this series is my roman empire

what else am i meant to do at 3am?

i love the whole world violently. and i dont want to go to work

i have witnessed unspeakable horrors . the horrors weren't undescribable or anything, i just had to sign an NDA

if you have an idea in the shower do not listen to the voice that tells you you’ll remember it when you get out that is the devil talking

“are u ok” i crave the touch of a fictional character whose hand I’ll never hold

i hope the anonymous person who sent the "i used to live in your house. i'm drunk in boston and it's the only address i know. happy holidays" postcard is aware that they wrote my favourite poem