spent my breaks today watching old 1d interviews and like. not one question answered in those 5 years they were together they had the training and psychological resilience of KGBs agent but over mundane shit like ‘what is this song about’. waterboarding could not extract that information from Niall’s mouth.
absolute best 1d question dodging tactic though was them all taking the world’s most awkward beat then louis saying something vaguely bitchy yet completely unintelligible in the strongest doncaster accent to grace the mortal ear (taking a minimum of 45 seconds for the human brain to decode), meanwhile zayn’s presence would simply be leaving the room in every metaphysical shape and form, and niall would be laughing in the back for no reason. lynchian. I think that’s the tactic the CIA used to convince witnesses they were having a stroke.
because they all love and hate each other to varying degrees like patrick loves tennis and tashi and art but art the most and art loves tennis and patrick but he loves tashi the most and tashi loves tennis the most but none of them can have the thing they want most so they use one another to get closer to it and in the aftermath end up resenting each other for what could have been
She presses her face into his one remaining clean T-shirt. He holds her tightly, his body adjusting itself to hers like the kind of mattress that’s supposedly good for you. She softens into his arms. She starts to seem calmer. Their breathing slows into one rhythm.
NORMAL PEOPLE (2020) dir. Lenny Abrahamson, Hettie Macdonald
Rewatched The Good Place for the first time since s4 dropped and. Oh my god. The Good Place said "people are a result of their environment but we always have a moral responsibility to be better" and The Good Place said "every day the world gets a little more complicated and it gets a little harder to be good" and The Good Place said "even in the face of total nihilism, when nothing you do will matter, you still have to at least try. Because trying is better than the alternative" and The Good Place said "if you have bills to pay and shit to deal with you don't have time or energy to become a better person" and then The Good Place really said "people get better when they get external love and support. How can we hold it against them when they don't " and THEN The Good Place really said "no one is irredeemable. Everyone can try to be better today than they were yesterday" AND THEN! The Good Place said "Heaven is just enough time with the people that you love" OH MY FUCKING GOD.
The only thing I do know is that we have to be kind. Please, be kind. Especially when we don’t know what’s going on.
EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE (2022) dir. Daniel Kwan, Daniel Scheinert
I'm not a bad girl, but I do bad things with you - S.H
Steve Harrington x female!reader
A/n: Steve invites his favourite girl over to watch sixteen candles and have a sleepover, friends to lovers, inexperienced!reader, virgin!reader
Warnings: 18+, strong language, smut, first kiss, fingering, use of 'good girl', slight innocence kink
Word count: 2.2k
“Stevie, what does it feel like to kiss someone?”
He shifted in his place on the floor of his living room, right next to her. They had just watched the final scene of sixteen candles, and it was all she could think about. Her fingers traced over her bottom lip as she nervously asked.
His head started to spin at the idea of her trusting him so much she felt like she could ask him something like that, he concentrated on her innocent question trying to hide the fact that he thought about kissing her everyday since they had met.
She started to grow self-conscious of how long it was taking him to answer her, pulling at the hem of her shorts she felt herself drawing back, feeling guilty for even asking him something like that. “I’m sorry I shouldn't have asked.”
Steve panicked, seeing the look on her face almost breaking his heart. It had taken her so long to open up to him, to feel comfortable around him; he wasn't going to mess that up just because he was thinking about how sweet her chapstick would taste.
“No, sweetheart. I was just thinking that’s all.”
"It's just I've never -" Her throat grew tight for a moment, her eyes all faded with nervousness. She gestured between herself and Steve awkwardly. "You know, and I just wanted to know, that's all."
She had watched it a thousand times in the movies, her mind always wondering what it would feel like, sometimes her mind wondered and imagined what it would be like to kiss Steve but she could never entertain the thought because he was her best friend and it felt wrong.
Steve smiled at her, brushing some hair away from her face, the palm of his hand just grazing her hot cheek. "Ask me again." He whispered, though there was no one else around. "It's okay, go on." He wet his bottom lip without thinking about it, all the while making her own lips burn.
"What does being kissed feel like?" She didn't stutter this time, she asked clearly, determinedly, just like Steve wanted her too.
"If it's the right person, your head will get all dizzy, you'll forget to breathe, your heart will start to race, and you'll feel yourself drowning in the taste of their lips." Steve was only telling her what it felt like when he kissed her in his head or sometimes if he was lucky in his dreams.
He watched her gaze flicker to his lips. Oh.
"Right." Her chest was rising a little faster now, just talking about something as innocent as kissing made her heart race. It felt like everybody was miles ahead of her and she was still wondering how it would feel to have someone's lips on hers, she felt embarrassed and like she was missing out on something special.
Steve's hand cupped her jaw, keeping her head tilted up so she couldn't look away from him. It took everything in him not to kiss her right there, but she deserved something softer. "Would you like me to show you?"
She shook her head and tried to look away but he kept his hold, his thumb stroking over the soft skin of her jaw, his eyes carefully set on her, making sure she wasn’t uncomfortable at any point.
"You don't have to." She muttered, not being able to hide how much she wanted him to do just that. Knowing that he normally saw straight through her with ease and probably knew exactly what she was thinking.
"I want to." His thumb brushed her bottom lip, the way it felt so soft against the tip of his thumb and looked so sweet made Steve want to groan but he pushed his own thoughts away, it was about her not him. "Can I?" She nodded quickly, worried he might change his mind. He smiled at her eagerness, shifting closer but not kissing her just yet.
"Words pretty girl." He rubbed his nose against hers, taking in her sweet perfume and the smell of her shampoo. He wasn’t going to kiss her unless she asked him to.
Her lip trembled for a moment. Her and Steve had been close before but not like this, it was always something friendly like holding hands or Steve's hand on her thigh, nothing like this. "Please." She breathed out shakily, feeling his warm breath on her face, sending shivers down her arms.
Steve titled his head just so, pressing his lips to hers so softly they almost didn't touch, wanting to wait a moment before he crashed his lips in hers, making her gasp at the sudden movement.
But it felt so good, just as he had described it to her, she felt like there was fizzy champagne in her head and some kind of invisible string tying around her heart in a pretty bow. Steve sighed against her lips and just as he said she forgot how to breathe for a moment, she pulled back, her eyes still tightly shut but if she opened them she would find Steve's eyes stuck on her lips.
He pressed his forehead to hers, his breathing just as uneven as hers now. She opened her eyes, fixating on how Steve's lips had a slight glimmer of her chapstick on them.
It took one look for Steve to know she wanted him to kiss her again. This time, he slipped his tongue into her mouth, allowing her to taste his vanilla coke on her tongue. She moaned into his mouth at the feeling, making Steve's hands flex beside him.
He pulled back for a moment, and she almost whimpered at the loss of contact. She didn’t want it to be over that fast. She wanted to kiss him until her lungs burned. And just for a minute she worried she had done it wrong, or worse that he didn't like it but then he smiled and she wasn't so worried anymore.
"You can touch me angel." He ran his hand over her thigh and she felt her stomach tighten, her legs burning and aching as he inched his hands up to her inner thigh, he’d never touched her like this before, never so high.
Her eyes watched his hand and he was going to ask if she wanted to stop, he was only meant to kiss her, he cursed himself for rushing things with the one girl who meant more to him then anything.
"I think I'm just nervous." She placed a hand on his neck, feeling his warm skin beneath her touch, she rubbed her thumb under his jaw. She always thought he had a pretty jaw. "I want you to make me feel good Stevie." She pressed a kiss to his jaw, feeling a little more confident now.
Steve let out a low groan at the mixture of her words and how good her lips felt against his skin. He gripped her thighs and pulled her to sit in his lap, pulling her in so she was pressed to his chest, feeling her grind over his lap accidentally.
She had sat in his lap so many times before but without the taste of each other on their lips.
He pushed her hair back, exposing her neck to him. He placed his hand lightly around her neck, his fingers covering most of her skin, but whatever was still bare, he pressed bruising kisses too.
She sighed, throwing her head back at the feeling, she was so sensitive everywhere, so untouched that everything Steve did made her whole body ache for him. She guessed he knew what he was doing because this was Steve Harrington, he wasn't new at this.
"Such a pretty neck." He muttered against her skin, his tongue licking over the mark he had just left behind. He kissed her all over, moving his hand away to drag his tongue along the column of her throat. It felt like he was stripping her innocence away with each touch.
"Steve." She whined when he nipped at her delicate skin, his teeth sharp and his lips unrelenting.
"God my name sounds like heaven from your lips.” He always loved how special it felt when she spoke his name, like it sounded better coming from her lips but hearing her say it like that, like she needed him, weakened him. “Do you want to keep going?"
Steve wanted to show her everything, but at her pace, she was still his sweet, shy best friend, just because he knew what she sounded like moaning his name, didn't change that.
"I want -I want you to touch me Stevie, please." She tripped over her own words a little, trying to make her head less foggy.
"Fuck, your gonna kill me sweetheart."
His hands sneaked under her top, running along her ribs until his hands touched her uncovered breasts, he moaned at the knowledge she'd been sat there all night with nothing by this little top on.
She arched her back as he tightened his hold on her chest, massaging her soft skin under his hands. The feeling of his rough thumbs against her nipples made her grind against him.
“I've always wanted to touch these pretty girls, all your little dresses made them look so pretty." He whispered dangerously low, his words making her grip his shoulder. Steve grinned at her respines, adding a slight tease to his tone he asked, “But you want me to touch you somewhere else, right?"
She'd never heard Steve talk like this, he'd never teased her before and it was making her dizzy. She loved how sweet he was but the way he was touching her wasn't sweet and yet it made her cunt tighten around nothing. She nodded, biting her lip.
He pressed a few more kisses to her neck. His hands falling to her hips, his fingers digging in her skin and the cotton shorts that sat on her waist. He ran his hand over her stomach, pushing her shirt up slightly before he dipped his fingers past her waistband.
Once again finding nothing under her shorts he hissed as his finger grazed her cunt, she bit down hard on her bottom lip at the feeling. Steve could feel just how wet she was already, his fingers dipping lower as his hand disappeared under her shorts.
She was watching him so carefully, her pretty little lips pouted as she tried to remember to breathe even though he was making it so hard for her.
“God you’re so wet for me." She shifted her hips forward, trying to desperately create some friction, his fingertips barely grazing her folds. He thought it was the cutest thing he'd ever seen. "Don’t worry sweet girl, I’m gonna take good care of you.”
She screwed up her face as he brushed his thumb over her clit, so lightly she felt a shiver run down her back. He coasted his fingers in her wetness, enjoying the look on her face and the way she fidgeted in his lap. All he'd ever wanted was to make her feel good, and here she was letting him do just that.
"Stevie, please." He pushed his fingers into her cunt, sending a sharp pain through her stomach at the stretch. He knew it would hurt at first, applying a little pressure on her clit to distract her from the sting.
"I know, I know." He shushed her, slowly he rubbed circles on her clit and started moving his fingers, feeling every inch of her cunt as he curled upwards.
It was like he already knew just where to touch her, like knowing her the way he did gave him the privilege to know what would feel good.
"Fuck, sweetheart can feel how tight you are." His other hand brushed the hair from her sweaty forehead, his thumb rubbing her temple so sweetly and completely contradicting what his other hand was doing. "Doing such a good job for me, aren't you? God I love you."
She rolled her hips forward, pushing his fingers deeper inside her, he curled then instantly finding that one spot. She clenched around him, feeling her thighs strain and ache.
"Steve, I'm gonna, I can't." He rubbed harsher circles on her clit and it felt like he was trying to kill her, she could barely speak, the pleasure felt too good.
"It's okay, you can let go for me." That was all she needed, her hips still moving against his hand as she reached her high, it shot through her, the knot in her core snapping as she came over Steve's hand. He didn't stop his movements until he knew she couldn't take anymore, coaxing her through it. "That's it, good girl."
"Steve, oh god, feels so good, I, I love you too, fuck."
He brought his hand away, cupping her face and kissing her, his fingers wet against her cheek but she didn't mind. He swallowed down her last few moans letting her come down from her high. Then he muttered against her lips, "My girl."
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