#i hate google docs

[argushatesplanes]

Have I watched Naruto? No

Did I write a 39k one shot for Sasuke x Naruto with an additional 5k attached smut shot? Yes

Did I also write a 28k part one to a 75k one shot where the other half got deleted by accident and only partially recovered which sent me spiraling and ended up with me on a writing hiatus for over a year and the most depressing part is this one shot was for a rare pair that never even met in canon? Yes again

Do I regret everything? Incredibly.

[dcbutinamrev]

Um…Google Docs??? What’s this???

[vague-ark-crimes]

google docs hates me for my unacademic tone and fun & cool choices of adjectives

[ridestomars]

LONG, HOT SUMMER NIGHTS – S. HARRINGTON

𖥻 summary: steve harrington loves the summer. and it's only because of you.𖥻 pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader 𖥻 warnings: talks about bodily fluids, kinda gross but kinda hot i guess. not smut but very suggestive. bad english and (as always) not proofread. 

💭 liv's thoughts: please do not ask me i literally cannot stop thinking about steve and, mainly, steve + summer. i blame this beautiful moodboard and james jt taylor's long hot summer night. 

summer is steve's most treasured season and it's his favorite time to spend with you. in fact, you might be the sole reason why he likes it so much, but if i was to say that's only because of those pretty, short, sheer and delightfully soft summer dresses that you wear during the period, i would only be scratching the surface of the matter.

it's obvious that your dresses make his skin contact with you even easier, making it almost inevitable for steve to lay one of his hands on your thigh, playing with the hem of your clothes lightly and almost knocking the air out of your lungs whenever his velvet fingertips brush mindlessly against the exposed skin. it's electrifying to feel the warmth of his palms rubbing your thighs, massaging them eagerly and leaving small trails of sweat, because of the mixture between the hotness of his hands and the unbearable temperature outside. the place stays warm even when he lifts his hand to hold the steering wheel and leaves you impatiently thinking 'please, put it back' like a mantra.

contrary to popular belief, steve isn't frightened by the idea of ruining his precious hair. in reality, one of his favorite summer activities is to have his hair messed up by you – be it by your hands tangling themselves between the brown soft locks, or by how your thighs squeeze his head so perfectly to keep him in place, or his personal favorite: the combination of the two. he won't be satisfied until his hair is all over the place and sweaty, clinging onto his neck and forehead, feeling moist. and it's even better when he gets to look at you and appreciate the mess you've become, very like his own state. chest glistening against the faint moonlight, hair all over the place and sticking onto your face, and small ramains of saliva left all over your body from the open-mouthed kisses he left on you earlier. seeing you like this meant so much for him, even more than spending his summer in a nice place by the sea… why would he need such a view when he had you? the most alluring sight he could ever ask for, particularly when you were laying there, all spread out and pretty for him.

working at scoops ahoy may have traumatized him, but steve still likes ice cream, or rather, he likes seeing you eat it. and the reason behind this was pretty simple: he thought it was cute. always watching with a big smile on his face when the melted ice cream started to run down your hands while you struggled to clean it up. you tried it in various ways, by licking the cold liquid and trying to wipe it with your other hand, all the while you smeared it all over your chin. that is why steve stays beside you with a couple of napkins in his hand, waiting for the disaster to happen. and when it did, he helps you wipe your hands, rubbing every finger carefully with the rough napkin, making sure to get you as clean as possible. he usually mutters "messy girl" to you while doing this, to which you reply, "can't help it, it's too hot", with a pretty smile. that makes his heart almost jump out of his chest. but when it comes to cleaning your chin, steve will make sure to do it with burning kisses that contrast beautifully with the coldness of the melted ice cream. to remove all the remainings off of your face, he gives you small and gentle licks, almost unnoticeable if you don't pay attention. but you always do.

and the late summer drives are everything to him. probably the thing he looks forward to by the beginning of the season – he even has a special mixtape made for this occasion. it's true that steve is normally mesmerized by the way you look on a daily basis, but when you're in his car at night, there's just something different. it could be the way the wind intertwines with your lovely hair, pushing it back just enough that he can see the clear satisfied smile on your face, or how your lips move enticingly to the words of his favorite song, singing it word for word for him. it's too hard for him to keep his eyes on the streets, alternating his attention between the road turns and the way your cleavage keeps hitting the top of your breasts. you don't even have to look at him to know what he's thinking, because you've become so accustomed to that thought in the last couple of days. but it's almost impossible not to spare him a glance and find him staring back at you, stating that this is going to be another one of your long, hot summer nights.

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[izfoxes]

Google Docs I swear to god if you don’t let me write my dumb fanfiction I will be very mad

[diivineray-archieve]

alright I got popeyes ! lets do some shit,

[celiaboyd]

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[cartoon-buffoon]

Who TF do you think you are google docs spell check??? This is my fic, and I know my Grammer because the sentence:

"–it was a look that he didn't totally hate looking at"

makes sense. The sentence:

"-It was a look that he didn't totally I hate looking at"

doesn't make sense. You ain't even correcting my Grammer you just decided to express your own personal gripes and I don't appreciate it. I personally don't care what you hate because you ain't the narrator.