Me, Writing An Angsty, Fluffy Piece When I Wanted To Give Smut A Solid Try

me, writing an angsty, fluffy piece when i wanted to give smut a solid try

Me when I feel myself getting sucked back into a hyperfixation that I’d moved out of.

Why you Should Believe in Yourself

1. You matter. Your thoughts, feelings, hopes, dreams, wishes, longings, fears, anxieties – they all matter.

2. There is no-one else like you. You can play a unique role in the world and in other peoples’ lives. The world will be a poorer place without your own very special contribution.

3. You were made to be loved, wanted and treasured. It’s not just a matter of accepting or putting with who you are. You were meant to be valued and cherished by others.

4. You were made to live a full and happy life.

5. You were made to have purpose and to go after your dreams – to feel that you achieve and your life is meaningful.

6. Your life is a gift – it is given as you matter. You’re a beautiful person. Be all that you can be.

i am always overflowing with love and affection for my friends, and never hesistate to say so

Reblog if you think it’s okay to platonically say “I Love You” to your friends

It's 2:30 here and I can't sleep either, so hit me with your Nervous Steve proposing head canons.

oh goodness okay• so we all know that Steve is a mushy romantic type • which more than likely means that he’s been planning the proposal for quite some time before it actually happens• he’s watching his girlfriend dance around in socks while cooking and finds himself thinking that he wants her to have his babies. he decides then and there that he’s going to marry her• he tries to be casual when they’re laying in bed later, relaxing in a post-sex bliss, to ask her if she ever thought about marriage • the gleam in her eyes as she admits that she does, quite a bit, keeps steve awake all night• Steve might not have a good relationship with his parents, but his grandma had always been his rock ever since he was a little boy. that’s why he goes straight to her once he’s made up his mind• he leaves her house full of cookies and love and with the engagement ring his grandpa bought when they were just two young kids very much in love; he never saw any of that in his parents, but he had seen the love radiating between them up until the day grandpa died• on the night Steve plans to propose, his nerves make a wreck of things at dinner. first, his jittery leg spills beer all over his new dress pants, then he drops the entire loaf of free bread onto his lap. his girlfriend only watches with a giggle and pure love • by the time they make it back to his car he thinks he might throw up. as he drives them to the park where they had their first date, Steve mentally recites the speech he has prepared in his head• she’s afraid he might wreck the car• he refuses to explain, though, instead turning the radio on as a distraction until he can get to the pretty white swing porch they carved their names into on the fourth date • he knows that’s where he has to propose, because it was where he first knew he loved her• he tells her this as she tentatively sits, confused as to why he doesn’t follow suit• that entire speech disappears once Steve is down on one knee, grandma’s emerald ring presented. instead he says something more of a ramble • he’s sweating by the time he actually says the words: “will you marry me?”• they’re both sobbing with joy by the time he slips the ring onto her finger and they engage in a wet, but meaningful kiss• she was his future

My Idiot - Steve Harrington x Reader

It’s been like a week and I wilded out on this JEALOUS STEVE SMUT with PLENTY OF FLUFF all day. Request as follows: “Steve and Reader have been friends for a while but when Billy comes to town he sees that Steve likes her and tries to seduce her to make him jealous, and Steve finally makes his move! Bonus points for rough smut Steve.” Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader Rating: EXPLICIT (18+ only) - including FTs, if you’re under 18+ keep your eyes off!  Warnings: Smut, language

Your best friend, Steve Harrington, hadn’t been having his favourite year, which you were well aware of by how often his head found its way into your lap when the two of you would hang out. Touch wasn’t uncommon for the both of you, you’d been friends nearly your whole lives, so tickle fights and bear hugs were your bread and butter, but that had been replaced by touch in search of comforting affection. If not something more.

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