If you ran away - Mind if I stay? Part 2 (Steven Grant x Reader)
Summary:The worst morning of Steven’s life is officially the one he woke up without you. Nothing’s made sense since. And if he thinks it can’t get any worse, that’s only because he has yet to notice his nightmares catching up to him.
Warnings:SO MUCH ANGST, sad Steven is an understatement, no smut just brief mentions but the series is 18+ so minors DNI, ep 1 spoilers
Word count: ~6.1K
A/n:Okay just so it’s clear, I am not making Marc the bad guy! I’m going somewhere with this (I’m trying to at least:)) This is just me experimenting with making a series *sweats nervously*
Title and lyrics from Where’s my love? by SYML. Gonna start adding those at the beginning ‘cause I love the soundtrack in my head.
“Yeah, no, the date was great. She really liked the… flowers. And me. She’s really… smart and funny, and she’s got the most wonderful laugh. You’d really like her. I think this could really… lead somewhere, you know? Might bring her around soon. Anyway, sorry I missed you again, Mom. Love you. Laters, gators.”
The smile Steven had forced onto his face died the moment he hung up. Not that it had done much to brighten the tone of his voice.
if we get new solitaire and radio silence editions with new covers and short stories….. like just imagine, short stories in aled’s and michael’s pov. revolutionary if you ask me.
someone invents a recipe > their child loves it > they grow up and replicate it for their own child > their child loves it > they grow up and replicate it for their own child > their child loves it > they grow up and replicate it for their own child > their child loves it > (this continues indefinitely)
The funny thing is as a parent you always think, “mine isn’t as good as Nana made it.” But your kid adores it and one day will say “it isn’t as good as my mama made it but the kids like it.”
Egal wie ich es angehe, er versteht es falsch. Egal wie ausführlich ich erkläre, er hört mir nicht zu. Egal wie sehr ich zerbreche, er macht immer weiter.
Und am Ende bleibt mir nurnoch Einsamkeit. Bittere Einsamkeit. Traurigkeit das gesagt zu haben was ich gesagt habe und nicht das ausgesprochen zu haben was ich wollte.
I felt really bad hijacking that fun archeological post so im making a new Golden Eye Six Foot Tall Priestess Thread here (◉ω◉) I’ll post the original ones from the post here too
threesome where you’re being shared by two doms. one of them is being rough and filthy with you, manhandling you like they own you and hurting you so good, doing whatever they want to you for their pleasure and most importantly, growling the most degrading, humiliating things in your ear. the other is being so overwhelmingly sweet and steady, holding you firmly and smothering you with kisses, making you feel almost impossibly pleasured and telling you how good you’re being, praising you and cooing as they comment on how well you’re taking it.
so youre an overwhelmed embarrassed mess caught between good boy andfilthy whore andpretty boy anddumb slut andfeel so good for me baby andtake it like the bitch you are andlook so cute when you’re flustered andpathetic fucktoy andsweet obedient angel andall mine and
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