Would U Write Riding Best Friend’s Brother!sirius’s Thighs??😳😳

"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.

i think adrien is his own friend group tbh

luka is the missing person because they wrote him out of the show please give me my wife back

SPLIT HIS EYELASHES IN HALF AND GIVE THEM TO LUKA!!!

Lowkey love it when men are all whinny and whimpering but like not in a sexual way yk.

look!!! at!!!! him!!!!

and they still!! wouldn't give a bitch!!!! eyelashes!!!!

Yes, I want to be his neighbor. Of course I want to be the stripper at the club he owns. I want to be his fated omega. I want to be his co-worker. I want to be his doctor, his arranged wife, his enemy, his childhood friend, his kid’s babysitter, his girlfriend, his wife, his ex-wife, his barista, his soulmate, his strange cryptid, his favorite blood bag, his divorce attorney, his pr relationship, his boss, his secretary, his sugar baby, his... I think you get the point.

In all universes, physical forms, and realities, I want that man.

luka going "THATS NOT A SECRET 😠" when people tell him that marinette has a crush on Adrien WHILE LUKA WAS DATING HER will never not be funny

You roll over as gently as you can, even though you want to flop angrily against the mattress. The brief satisfaction you would get from the tantrum would be quickly overrun by guilt if you woke up the man sleeping soundly next to you.

Even that small movement is too much. Not even a moment passes before a muscular arm slips over your waist and a sleep slurred voice murmurs against your back, "Can't sleep?"

You mumble an apology, making to get up so that at least one of you can rest before your next patrol, but you're stopped by Shoto's arm tightening around you. You can't help but smile despite your frustration and fatigue; he's always clingy when he's sleep warm and soft around the edges.

He presses his face into the nape of your neck, and you feel his lips brush against the delicate skin there. It's instinctive, the way you relax into his hold, letting him press the lengths of your bodies together, not a millimetre of space between you as he moves to hook his chin over your shoulder, pressing a clumsy kiss to your cheek.

"Go back to sleep, Shoto."

"Rather stay awake with you." A sweet statement; one which makes your heart clench even as you hold back a giggle - he's barely conscious, his reassurance of you muscle memory at this point.

His hand moves to your hip, rubbing soft circles into the sliver of skin between your pyjama shorts and the t-shirt of his you stole back when you were both still students.

"I'm okay. Really. No nightmares, no injuries - just restless." You snuggle back into him, lacing your fingers through his and pulling his hand up from your hip so you can lay a kiss to his palm, "Go back to sleep."

You feel him nod against your neck and moments later, his breathing evens out again - your sweet boy really was holding out just for you. The thought warms your heart and suddenly, you don't mind so much that you can't sleep. Not if it means you get a little extra time to bask in his love.

I genuinely hate when writers don't tag their fics properly. you can't have the only two warnings be "arguments and smut" and then write something that sets feminism back 4 centuries. Like I dont mind those kinds of fics but seriously LET A BITCH KNOW if that's what happening.

(This may or may not be about a steve rogers fic I read but my point still stands)