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catsarearseholes · 2 years
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Seeing a lot of Marvel Manbabies calling the new Thor movie ‘woke trash’ and calling out how ridiculous Lady Thor is in the trailer comments
Like lads, have you considered how ridiculous the concept of Thor is in the first place? Long-haired blonde man flying around with a HAMMER. Baby that hammer ain’t got no wings. Crack concept.
Also to the ones saying “Marvel have forgotten who their target audience is”: They haven’t forgotten, they’ve just dropped you as the target babes
Bring on fun 80s themed Thor finding himself xoxoxo
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satanfemme · 2 years
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I really hope the people I knew in high school, but who I immediately lost touch with due to my insanity ofc, still think of me sometimes. be ause then maybe they'd track down my current url on here just to see how I'm doing..... and they'd be greeted by ...... all this. "I'm a DOG BEAST. I love CANNIBALISM and KILLING. DEVIL WORSHIP is hot as hell, but so is SEXUALIZING G-D. <- who loves LEATHER FETISH just like me btw. if I'm not HIGH on edibles and prescription drugs 24/7 I will start setting fire to the people who mildly annoy me."
anyways, I check on their twitters/instagrams sometimes too just to see how they're doing. and they're normal now.
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tamayokny · 1 year
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i watched multiverse of madness for the first time and if sam raimi had not directed this movie i would hate it more than i enjoy it
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tenshindon · 1 year
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What’s a Disney movie that hasn’t been represented in a Kingdom hearts that you want to see.
why are you asking this on my dragonball blog bestie 💀
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lizzieisright · 22 days
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hey hurt/comfort idea:
soo what about the reader and abby being best friends for years and reader always had a crush on abby. they go to a party and abby introduces her new gf to u. she always liked her but thought reader didn’t (always a bit horny around reader, but they know eachother since childhood so abby mistakes readers flirting as being flirty like friends) so reader gets absolutely hartbroken, drinks till she passes out but abby takes care of her ofc. abbys gf is always with her tho so it just hurts even more.
she avoids abby till the next frat prty or smth (maybe it’s college!au) and then they hook up, abby can’t remember cause she’s too drunk and is back w her gf
very messy but i hope u get the idea :P
(also to make it more hurtful make abby mean while she’s drunk bc she’s going through a rough time but isn’t telling anyone)
It took me so long, I'm so sorry
Palestine: what can you do
I've changed a few things (they don't hook up) because I can't deal with cheating, and I couldn't decide on what ending I wanted so there's a poll in the end.
Tags: Modern AU, childhood friends, Angst, pining and unrequited love, of course.
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Abby is a fucking God, and you come to this conclusion when you're 11 and she helps you with your stupid assignment.
When you're both 14 you start to understand that what you feel for her is not, in fact, an admiration. 
You come to this conclusion when you sit in her bedroom and she jokes about teaching you how to kiss because you're a loser and you agree - and yeah, the kiss is a mess, but now you both know that you want to kiss girls. And you want to kiss one girl in particular, but Abby is your best friend and you won’t do anything that will lead to losing her.
Being a God means Abby is out of your reach and you have to live with your stupid feelings.
You're jealous of every boy who jokes around her to get her attention.
You're jealous of every girl who dares to look at her a little too long.
Abby is popular and she starts dating and it breaks your heart every time, and you can't look at other people because all your gods look like Abby.
"Why don't you go on a date?" Abby asks once when you're 16 and you're eating pizza in your bedroom, watching another marvel movie. "I think Jen likes you."
"I don't want to." What would be the point if the only person you want to date won't ever look at you this way?
"Why? Don't you get horny like the rest of us mortals?"
The worst part of being in love with your popular best friend is that she recently lost her virginity and she can't shut up about sex because she is excited about it.
"I have my hand, Abby." You roll your eyes at her.
"But it feels better when the other person does it." Abby winks and puts her hand on your thigh. "It's better, isn't it?" She rubs your thigh and your breath hitches. She looks at you, playful, and goes a little up on your thigh, and your face burns.
"You belong in horny jail, Anderson." You laugh, but don't move her hand: if you move it she'll call you a chicken, but she is a chicken enough herself to not move it further.
And she doesn't.
You live your life peacefully, dealing with your feelings as best as you can.
Then college starts and you're too busy to think about Abby 24/7 and you feel like it gets easier. Like you can breathe around her and you almost don't feel pain when she talks about her sex life.
Almost.
You know it's easy to deal with because all those girls in her bed are temporary while you're in Abby's life forever, and not because your feelings suddenly fainted. Abby likes to sleep around, she is a flirt even with you - a lot, actually, she thinks she can get away with a lot by saying she is touch-starved and then her hands wander off somewhere they're not supposed to be, and you let her, because you'll take whatever you can.
So you go through Abby's fuckboy phase with ease, because sex talk is way better than feelings talk.
A few years pass and suddenly the feelings talk starts, and you're slowly dying inside, because Abby likes someone. Abby talks about how nervous she is around her, she is always on her phone texting her, she is always busy when you want to spend time with her.
You hate this girl with all you have, because she takes Abby away, she takes everything away - Abby is not touchy anymore, she only hugs you briefly when you see her, she is not listening to you half of the time, too caught up in her fantasies.
You hope her girl is a bitch and an asshole and toxic so you can talk Abby out of it, but then Abby tells you she is going to introduce you at the party and you cry yourself to sleep that night.
"How do I look?"
"Like you need Jesus." You say honestly because Abby in the muscle tee and a pair of cargo pants makes you ache.
"Yeah?" Abby looks at you through the mirror with that fucking smirk she knows you like. "Am I fuckable?"
"We both know you prefer to be on the other end of that word, Anderson." You roll your eyes and put your shoes on only to straighten up to Abby's face way too close. She looks you up and down.
"You're very fuckable though."
"Fuck off." You huff and open the door of her apartment, hoping she won't tease you for being flustered. "Let's go before Manny gets so drunk you'll have to carry him. Again."
You spent the night in dread of meeting Abby's girl, dreaming of seeing her red flags or something to have a real reason to hate her to Abby's face, but then Abby lights up and she excuses herself to go and meet her girl, while you try so hard to not throw up from your nerves.
The girl is gorgeous.
"This is (y/n)." Abby motions at you and you smile politely. "This is Mia."
"I'm so happy to meet you." Mia smiles and she looks kind and genuine and fuck, you can't hate her. There's no jealousy in her, no fake smiles, no tense body language. "Abby loves you so much."
You swallow hard.
"I put up with so much of her shit, she doesn't have a choice." You joke and Mia laughs.
Mia is funny and cute and you understand why Abby likes her, because it's impossible not to. Mia is a type of girl that you'd think of as a bitch because she is popular, therefore arrogant, but when you get to know her she is a total sweetheart who'd help you find a way to your class if she notices you're lost.
This is hard.
This is going to break you.
You can't cope with this. You can't cope with seeing Abby's gentle gaze on Mia, with her careful touch and constant care. So you excuse yourself and go to the bar to get drunk, as if you can drown your feelings by dragging them to the bottom of the bottle. You dance and you drink, you dance and you drink and repeat it five other times until all long islands make you feel sick and you can't walk by yourself anymore. You're an independent woman and you refuse to ask for help, but when you can't order a taxi for the fifth time because your eyes are so blurry, Mia comes to you and holds you by your elbow.
"We will take you home, okay?" She says kindly and you feel your lips tremble. We.
"Jus- can you c'll a taxi f'me?" You slur, but you feel Abby's hand on your waist as she supports you. "Don't wanna ruin your night."
"You're not ruining anything." Mia says cheerfully and orders a taxi when Abby gives her your address. "Happens to the best of us."
The drive home makes you super dizzy and Abby has to put her hand between your head and the car door because you hit it all the time. The moment the car stops and Abby goes around to help you get on your legs, you throw up on the ground and it's a miracle you don't get everyone's shoes dirty.
Abby decides to carry you to your place and you can't shut up even for a second.
"I'm s'sorry guys. Not a good first impression. I really like you, Mia. You look kind. Like a grandma. In a good way, I'm sorry." Mia giggles. "Your laugh is very cute. It's cute, right Abby?"
"Yeah." Abby agrees quietly and what you don't know is that for her your drunken rant was way cuter than her girlfriend's laugh.
"Yeah. You look great together, I'm s'happy for you Abby. Haven't seen her that nervous because of a girl in years, can you imagine, Mia? You make this asshole nervous." You're chuckling sadly, you want to cry because you don't make Abby nervous.
No, you just embarrass her in front of her girlfriend because you're so pathetically in love you can't deal with it and drink half of the bar until you forget how to walk on your own.
Abby helps you change and Mia gives you water. She makes sure there is fresh air in your room and she tucks your blanket, and you close your eyes to hide your tears because Mia is so nice. She is a dream girl and Abby is so happy and there is no space for you anymore.
Because Mia took your place in that forever equation.
On the next day you text your apologies to both Abby and Mia (she followed you on instagram and asked you how you felt) and you can't deal with this. It hurts so much because you love Abby so much and you want her to be happy but it seems like the price of it is going to be your heart.
So you start avoiding her as best as possible, and what is more sad - it's not even that hard. Abby is always with Mia, fuck, Mia even asks you to come with them to hang out, which you always find an excuse not to. Library, fever, other plans, other plans again, sorry, paper is due tomorrow, my aunt is in town (she is not). Anything to not meet with them.
You still see Abby during classes and you give each other life updates, but it's been weeks since you actually hung out and you accept the reality that yes, there's no place for you in Abby's life anymore.
You cry every fucking night.
Then Abby suddenly remembers you exist and she asks you if you want to hang out, just the two of you, because she misses you. You miss her too and you agree.
You regret it the moment she cuddles you in front of her tv. She has a girlfriend now, why is she so touchy again? Did something happen with Mia that Abby came to you?
"Is everything okay with Mia?"
"Yeah, she is great." Abby says and buries her nose in your neck.
No. You can't deal with this.
So you start avoiding Abby at all costs after this - you can't shake the feeling that this is cheating, because for you Abby's touch has never been platonic, no. And it never felt platonic either, it was always giving you hope because Abby was flirting and touching the way friends don't touch each other. Maybe one day she'd finally give you a chance, you thought, but this day never came.
It is another party a month and half later - yay, Abby and Mia have been together for two months now! - and you don't know if Abby is going to come, but you hope she doesn't. You know she knows something is up and she will want her answers if she meets you.
But you have fun. You play games, you drink, you dance, you get flirted with and you forget about your pain just to get so drunk again you can't help but go outside to find a place to cry in peace.
You miss Abby, you miss her because she is a part of you and yes, you're in love with her, but she also your best fucking friend and you hate yourself for being in love with her, because it ruins your life. It has been ruining your life since you were fourteen and actually understood what you felt, but now it was getting serious.
"(Y/n)?"
Fuck.
You wipe your tears and look at Abby who is standing right in front of you.
"Hi." You squeak and she drops on the knees to look at you.
"Did something happen? Why are you crying?"
"I'm just sad. Don't worry." You try to smile but Abby's frown makes you cry more. "I'm going home anyway, so you can enjoy the party."
"What the hell are you saying? I'm not leaving you."
She should. She should leave you and not complicate it further.
Abby calls a taxi and you chuckle in your head - If you had a nickel for every time Abby was taking your drunk ass home, you'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.
You tell her as much because the meme is funny and you try to be positive.
Abby helps you out of the car and this time you don't throw up.
"You know, last time I totally embarrassed myself in front of Mia." You chuckle and make your way upstairs with Abby's arm around your waist. "She is cute, I'm so happy for you."
Abby chuckles and leads you inside your apartment, but between the two of you she is mostly sober and she has some questions, and she wants her answers. You know this too, so when you sit on your sofa you feel like all your shields are crumbling: you’re giving up on hiding this from her. If this is the end, so be it.
"You've been avoiding me." Abby says quietly, looking you in your eyes like she is just a little bit mad. 
"Yeah, I know." You admit with a chuckle. "You have a girlfriend now, it's so cool. When was the last time you liked someone like that? Back in school?"
"So you've been avoiding me on purpose." 
"I don't think you can avoid someone accidentally, Abby.” You say, not holding back your venom. “Anyway, I’m so happy for you.”
“Why are you avoiding me?” Abby moves closer to you  and you swallow your tears because there’s nowhere to run.
“Because it’s easier.” You shrug. “I just want you to be happy, okay? Does Mia make you happy?”
“Yeah.” Abby admits and you start crying again: it hurts so fucking much. 
“Good. It’s good. I’m happy for you.” You sniffle and Abby huffs, annoyed.
“Stop saying that. Stop avoiding my questions.”
Inside you all hell breaks loose.
“I love you, okay?” You finally burst. “I love you, and it hurts so fucking bad and I can’t fucking see you with her or know that you’re with her! What do you want me to do? What would you do if you were me? I can’t- I can’t-” You throw your hands desperately and bite your lip, too angry with this whole situation.
“I love you too.” Abby says, confused.
“No, no Abby, you don’t understand.” You’re quiet and angry, almost spitting every word out. “I’m in love with you. I’m not jealous as a friend, Abby. I’m jealous because I want to be in her place, okay? Fuck, I wanted to be in your every girl’s place since you started dating girls!” 
There is silence. You thought it would be terrifying - this silence - but right now you feel nothing except how dizzy your head is. You feel empty and there's no tears anymore. Abby stares at you in shock, her fists clenched, and you chuckle cynically. 
“So can I continue avoiding you now or should I suffer more?”
“Fuck, (y/n)..” Abby sighs and rubs her forehead, going over her face with her palm. “Fuck. Don't do this to me.”
“Well.” You huff, annoyed. “Not like I have a fucking choice, Anderson.”
Abby throws her head back and stares at the ceiling while you do the same, trying to keep your drunk ass stable. You feel like eternity passes before Abby speaks again, and it is strangely comforting, having your best friend here with you, in this boat of pain, and sharing it with her. 
“All these years. All these years we could have been together.” Abby sounds like she is mourning. 
You thought your heart broke when you met Mia? Forget it, it's broken now.
You sob, howl almost, and Abby is suddenly holding you in her arms, placing kisses to your hair. Her heart can't handle seeing you cry, never could - yes, she tried to move on with Mia, and it worked partially, but all her effort went to shit just now. You're the most precious girl to her and nothing can change it. Abby swallows and braces herself, suddenly making a decision in her head, all her anxiety about what is a right thing to do gone. 
“You know what? Fuck it. Fuck all that time we've missed. I'm not letting you go now.” Abby says in your ear and you sob even more violently. “Come on, baby, I'm here. Let me see your face.”
You can't believe it. You can't even process it: is it your drunken dream? Are you hallucinating? It would definitely not be the first time. But you look up at Abby and she gently wipes your tears and there’s so much love and hurt in her eyes it’s hard not to break into another sobbing fit. 
“I've been in love with you since we were seventeen.” Abby smiles at you and you shakily smile back. “I’m sorry it came to this. But I'm here now.”
“I love you.” You say feverishly and Abby's restraint breaks.
She kisses you hungrily, practically devouring you, and you're weak, so you return her kiss and press into her, soaking in her warmth and strength. Abby is solid and tender, she holds you like she cares and you cling to her for a moment.
But then you remember yourself and push Abby away, shaking your head.
“No. You're better than this. You're not going to betray Mia like this. I'm not going to let you, Abby. We're not doing this,” You motion between yourself and her. “Behind your girlfriend's back. And I'm also fucking drunk.”
Abby chuckles and kisses your forehead. 
“Come on, I'll help you get into your bed.”
Everything else after is a blur as Abby helps you change and covers you with your blanket, and you fall asleep. You can't wait for the morning to come.
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punkpandapatrixk · 3 months
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🌟Blessings to Expect throughout 2024 ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card
‘You’re always here. What are you doing?’
‘Nothing…nothing in particular.’
‘You’re Saibara’s grandson, right? Aren’t you working at the Blacksmith shop?’
‘I’m not interested in that. I want to go back to the city.’
‘Oh… I came from the city, too. My dad moved the family to this village because he was going to study plants. I felt lonely at first. But the people here are all very kind.’
‘I don’t feel lonely. But I can’t find what I want to do in this village.’
‘What is it you want that you can’t find here?’
‘Well, it’s…oh, nothing…’
‘My mother always says that if you can’t find what you want to do, then do what you can see to do now. Nobody finds what they want immediately. But if you waste your time every day because of that, you’ll never find anything... To tell you the truth, I haven’t found what I’m looking for yet, either. See you.’
— Mary and Gray’s conversation from Harvest Moon: Back To Nature
SONG: Somewhere Over the Rainbow by Judy Garland
MOVIE: The Wizard of Oz (1939)
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Pile 1 – Welcoming Love, True Love
VIBE: Ready for Your Love (feat. MNEK) by Gorgon City
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end of a struggle – King of Swords
You’ve been incredibly and marvellously responsible for…quite a number of years, I think? For some of you maybe a couple of months or so. But your struggles have ended; nearing ending; or you just haven’t realised yet how everything has changed for the better now. If you take a moment to really notice yourself, I’m sure you can tell just how much clearer you’ve become about many things pertaining to your surrounding and sense of Self. I feel you’ve worked really hard to overcome excessive trauma noises that have caused you a great deal of psychological pain.
Starting this year, you can feel more confident in your intellectual capacity to gauge situations right in front of you. Making choices will be a lot easier now because you’re clear about who you are as a person and what it is you truly want out of your own existence. You’ve clearly set enough boundaries with those who didn’t have your best interest. Seems to me you’ve learnt the hard way to be more selfish in the spirit of self-preservation. And so, the adventure of a lifetime begins right this moment.
In fact, I feel like your entire Life up until this point has been quite the adventure—only it has been filled with sorrow and misery, sorta. Surely it was your Hero’s Journey taking shape for the early chapters of your Life’s Story. A slow burn of a lifetime, if you will. Beginning this year, you’re entering the most exciting part of your rise to glory and everlasting happiness!
in your favour – 8 of Pentacles
You’ve been hustling behind the scenes for the most part. At least, those who aren’t close to you will never know just how much work you’ve put into bettering your world from the inside out. You worked so much on your mindset; you must’ve exercised a lot, too; tried to eat more cleanly and healthily; worked on your glow-up; brushed your skills; etc. You were investing in yourself for the future vision you’ve always held close to your heart. And for that reason, the seeds are now blooming.
You’re making me think of the bamboo plant. Did you know that a bamboo seedling takes around 5-7, maybe even 8-10, years to gestate underground? All alone in the dark without anyone knowing what’s going on down there. And when the seedling shoots up to the surface, the bamboo plant is famous for being the fastest growing plant there ever is.
So yeah~ fast or no fast in your mind, the point is that you’ve done the work on yourself and all the plans you’ve ever had for your Life. This year, 2+0+2+4=8, is the year you reap all the rewards and grow even faster from where you are now. Whatever undertaking you begin this year will gain traction super fast! Pat yourself on the back because when things get super good, you deserve to take a small break and just enjoy how far you’ve come~! Breathe~
catching stars – Page of Wands
Your Story is totally far from finished. With the Page aenergy—a kid’s aenergy—you’re only on the precipice of entering a Life of passion and purpose. You could almost say, it’s a new Story altogether just because this chapter of your Life is SO SO SO super good in comparison to the chapters about your struggles. I guess you’d call this a new arc huehue
You’re young Hercules now. Pretty soon, there will occur some big event that propels you into a bona fide hero, and then, you’ll meet your Megara~ This part of your Story is where you enter a circle of true—at least truer—friends and lovers who will motivate you throughout the next chapters of your Life. Sure, sure, struggles don’t just end, poof, like that and you will continuously need to learn to sift through these new breeds of friends and acquaintances. But that’s also part of your next level growing up, so don’t sweat the possibilities XD
Throughout 2024, you could be moving to a new environment and then meet new friends. Highkey you’re gonna be meeting Soulmates and Soul Fam members; these are the people who resemble you so much either on the inside or outside. These are people who think like you, care about the same things as you; basically you’re gonna finally feel like you truly belong somewhere on this Planet. Love is in the air because you’ve been giving so much Love to yourself before this point. You are Love. You emanate Love wherever you go because you love yourself, and thus you become a magnet for people who also will love you just as good~
APPLE STRUDEL🔻💛
honey lemon juice – Silver Magus (Merlin)
have a sweet time, honey – Priestess of Love
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Pile 2 – Rising Up to Accept Yourself Wholly
VIBE: She Said from Kamikaze Girls
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end of a struggle – Knight of Cups
You’ve kinda just gone through a death of a paradigm of sort. I feel that in the past, you simply didn’t really know who you were or what you were meant to be. This confusion of an identity was caused by your parents/caretakers not really appreciating you for who you were as a child or it could also be caused by your environment, race, culture, custom, tradition, stuff like that. It wasn’t your fault, you know. You literally grew up on your own and finally got clear about your own identity—you stopped caring if your real identity is too weird, too eccentric for this world.
Basically, you got tired of rejecting yourself. And you realised that you were doing that because you knew others wouldn’t accept you. Then you realised people are shitty and lame for the most part anyway, so you learnt to be OK with embracing all of your weird heart’s little desires. And you nurtured yourself and nurtured yourself until you rose above the lameness of most of Humanity. Did you know? You did the right thing, really. Through and through.
You’re definitely an Advanced Soul. I think even when you were a kid you always felt like there was some spirit/shadow parental figure walking behind you, guiding your thought processes. This older/bigger unseen figure was really just your own Higher Self, you know :D More than others would give you credit for, you’ve been such a good gal/boi for always listening to the guidance of your Higher Self~
in your favour – 3 of Pentacles
Beginning this year, you’re going to finally meet people who are similar to you. Similar as in, you’re going to meet a lot of colourful characters, really. People who also feel somewhat like society’s outcast. These people are going to come from various backgrounds and they will each have very interesting back stories and life experiences that will entertain you for a long time. These people could also have very strange, unusual hobbies that will spark your interest in new, alien pursuits.
With that said, this year could be the year you begin a new passion project of your own, with these people, new friends, you share a vision with. They do care about you and want to succeed together, so you can trust that these connections are going to bear sweet feelings for you. Most importantly, this year you’re going to know the sweet feeling of doing something meaningful with your natural talents born out of your innate interests. When you finally get the money, you will first and foremost taste gratitude from those who seem to love and enjoy what you do or have to offer~
Life really is getting better now because you’ve mustered the courage to explore your possibilities in all your eccentricity. Your Higher Self never meant for you to fit in anyway. You were always meant to be some sort of a genius trailblazer—a source of inspiration for the other lameass Humans who are too afraid to be themselves.
catching stars – 10 of Pentacles
What more can be said? On top of embracing yourself fully, loving yourself wholeheartedly, and meeting kindred spirits, you’re also going to gain a massive amount of money! Life’s always good when you have a lot of money! More money means a happier heart and more to share as well. But in your case, if you’ve chosen this Pile as your main pile, know that before a lot of money even trickles into your reality, it is the sense that you’re serving your Life Purpose what will make you feel rich.
After all, there could people reading this who came from a wealthy background and you may think you don’t crave or even care about money. Exactly. You never cared about a lack of money but didn’t you struggle with grounding yourself to this Reality because you didn’t know what you were put on Earth to do? This ‘10 of Pentacles sense of abundance’ encompasses a sense of material abundance that feels deserving; you can now feel worthy of getting paid for some passionate, incredible, show-stopping contribution you’ve made to society. Isn’t that such a wonderful feeling?
Some of you reading this could mend some broken bonds with family; some others could finally find a tribe—a Soul Family—and feel that you belong; some could start a family of your own with someone worthy of your high-grade affection. Congratulations~! You’ve really made it this far~ Things can only get better and better from here♥︎
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honey lemon juice – Green Historian (Herodotus)
have a sweet time, honey – Priestess of Patience
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Pile 3 – Stepping On the Pedestal of Destiny
VIBE: Cheer Up, Charlie from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory
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end of a struggle – King of Pentacles
If you’ve chosen this as your main pile, I just know it that you’ve been working so hard on yourself, on a level that’s practically incomprehensible for most people. I’m sure you’ve survived so many deaths of the spirit—and perhaps even some of the more dramatic attempts. And you’ve come on top of your misery now. You’ve gotten healthier and clearer about where you’re going next. I sense sometimes you still doubt yourself but it isn’t a sin to doubt, it’s just a sign that you want to do well. And on so many levels, sometimes you’re afraid because you genuinely want this dream/vision to happen to you.
I assure you with this reading that you’re on the fast track towards a rendezvous with Destiny. Fast…is honestly relative to each Soul’s blueprint tho XD Time is on your side and what’s meant for you can’t miss you. So chillax, OK? One thing to know about this great dream/vision of yours is that you’re going to see it manifest because you’re different from the rest. Different in that you want to see it manifest to be of service to the rest! When you really think about it…
Don’t you just know from deep within your Soul that you’re deserving of this great destiny? It’s because you’re going to serve a massive purpose with it! So many people would benefit from your realising this dream. And that’s the very thing! You’ve been holding on to this vision, and you want it, because you’re MEANT for it.
in your favour – 4 of Cups
I’ll be referencing the 1971 ver. of Willy Wonka here. And honestly, I think you should watch it by the weekend or something because that movie’s whole vibe will feel tremendously validating to you, I sense hahah
Have you heard of the theories that say Charlie was literally singled out by Willy Wonka from the very beginning? That he had chosen all of those horrible brats because he wanted to punish, oops, teach them a lesson, and that principally he had been watching Charlie and wanted HIM to inherit the Chocolate Factory. If you watch the 1971 film you’ll literally get it! And with this 4 of Cups, know that that’s how the Universe feels about you stepping into your destiny. Willy Wonka, or God idk, doesn’t want anybody else but YOU to fulfil this role~!
You’ve literally been chosen and singled out by the Universe to win the grand prize! Just so you know, as I’m typing these words I literally have the Willy Wonka movie playing on another window and as I typed ‘grand prize’, the person in the movie is saying it right at the same time at around the 19:11 minute mark. Things can’t get any more synchronous than that!🤯
This year, you’ll really see how every single thing is going to work out in your favour. And knowing the inner work you’ve done on yourself, I’m sure you’re spiritually mature enough to sense, to notice every small nudge that tells you what you need to do at a given time😊New adventures are just around the corner, baby~!
catching stars – 5 of Pentacles
So you see, how is 5 of Pentacles appearing for a segment about you catching stars? This is, in fact, reaffirming that your dream come true will also serve as a salve for those who are wounded and hurting. You really are a medicine for this sick world. This year, you’re going to see serendipitous events and meetings what will open the door towards the physical manifestation of your dream Reality. Once you step on to the pedestal of Destiny, there’s no stopping you. You’ll be moving so fast it drives you mad!
This card is also saying you must be careful of possible leeches coming towards you; it’s best to use caution and discernment when revealing to others your plans and goals. Be stingy with information as per your gut instinct’s nudges, OK? Be mature enough to know not everybody will be happy at the prospect of your massive success that could potentially change Mankind. People get envious of such ideas, alright? Be careful not to hit the already low self-esteem of some people around you LMAO
I also feel that this year you will begin new routines that benefit your health and physical strength. If this is something you’ve been working on, you will see this year that the implementation of these routines feels more natural and effortless. You’ve managed to master your thoughts, emotions, and time management—or soon to do. Money will also come more abundantly, so all your basic needs are easily met. You’ve become a magnet for good luck—or soon to notice you’ve done so!🍀
APPLE STRUDEL🔻🧡
honey lemon juice – Red Astronomer (Johannes Kepler)
have a sweet time, honey – Priestess of Innocence
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norrisleclercf1 · 9 months
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Bestfriend!Lando Headcannons
Hooking up with one another, you two don’t date each other, smutty fun stuff, Lando’s curls are his weak spot, bestfriends just having fun with one another
A/N: My dumbass deleted the ask for this, my apologies
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Hooking up with your best friend was very stupid
Very very stupid until his tongue was on you, and his hazel eyes boring into yours
Lando and you don’t hide the fact that you both hook up with one another from time to time
Whenever the two of you are lonely or bored you text him asking him to come over
Of course you two don’t always hook up but travel the world together
He’s been your best friend for years so you always felt comfortable with him
He knows all your secrets, and you know his
Lando loved traveling with you, you were carefree
Never pushed him to talk about F1, and just let him explore his talents
That camera was always around his neck, half the pictures of you
Called you his little muse
When he’s home and locked away gaming you come over to bring him food and drinks
The occasional blowjob while he games loving the way he has to act normal on camera
Lando who will always come to your house no matter the time when you don’t answer his texts
You who pushes him to ask a girl out he finds cute even cheering when he gets her number
Neither of you caring when the other dates, you just stop sleeping together and continue being friends
People judging when they hear you two hookup and are still friends who see each other when the other is dating
Your relationship fell apart once due to it
The guy couldn’t handle that you weren’t in love with Lando
But he just threw it in your face saying you were, and that he wanted Lando gone
You laugh and throw his ass out instead
Lando coming over with beer and junk food
which ends with you riding Lando’s face as you cum so damn good you actually scream
Movie nights with you two watching marvel movies you making fun of some of the bad CGIs
Fangirling over Tom Holland
Lando making fun of you, because he’s meet him
He hates it when you come to races because then the guys like to hit on you
You flirting with Car,so, because Lando hates it so much which ends
With you in Lando’s drivers room while he fucks your hard against the wall
Asking you who is fucking you so damn good that you can’t speak
Apologizing afterward for getting jealous kissing your forehead
Both of you getting jealous from time to time
You even once told Lando she was with him for his money and dick
Lando snapping back saying that you’re the same
Fighting is normal between you two, not talking for a while
He shows up first
A horrible race, because he couldn’t stop picturing the hurt he caused you
You in his sweatshirt because you missed his scent around you
Hugging it out and cuddling while you watch trashy TV
Taking Polaroids of each other
Yours is of him after a late night fuck
Curls messy and eyes blurry he smiles, you keep it in your wallet
His of you after his first podium where you’re hugging the trophy and crying
Lando always carrying a pad or tampon just in case
Once he got a bloody nose and you shoved the tampon in his nose to stop it
Picture evidence exists when someone doubts the story
Lando bringing you with him when he travels, making sure you’re right there next to him
Having to stop when you get a boyfriend
Lando hates him, thinks he’s not good enough for you
When they meet, Lando is quiet and keeps to himself observing the way you two act
Dating the guy for 3 years, Lando missing you every second but dates himself
Both of you breaking up with your people, but yours ends with the guy cheating on you
Lando not knowing until a mutual friend tells him
Heading to your apartment, when you open the door
You’d been holding it together pretty well, having loved the guy so much
Yet, when you see Lando you break down
Holding you close as you sob into his chest
Takes you a while to get over the guy
Finally happens when your in Canada and see that Lando’s curls are perfect
The facial hair growing on you
You told him he looked like a teenager finally learning how to grow facial hair
Jokes you should give him your leg hair to make up for it
Slapping ensues
When he comes back hair wet, curls perfect, you launch yourself at him
He groans about losing himself with the way your tongue curls in his mouth, sucking on his
Fingers pulling on his curls, Lando moans loudly
You giggle, teasing him for it
Lando shutting you up quickly when he shoves his fingers in you and curls them
The sex, rushed and fast as you both mumble how much you’ve missed one another
Joining lando for his quadrant videos, the guys loving you
Giving lando so much shit that you become a hit on the videos
Being there when Lando is so frustrated with McLaren, having his heart broken over and over
Standing up for one another when “fans” hate on you
Rows of your tweets between one another being memes
Pranking the other drivers together
Becoming the 2nd honorary Sainz when Carlos Sr, loves how you don’t take shit from the guys
You’re not allowed near Zak Brown, because last time you yelled at him
Saying that Lando deserved better
As a joke once, you took a picture with Lando’s beach ball helmet
You stole it from the garage while no one was looking
Laid down naked and laid it right in front of your spread legs
He about dies when you send him the picture your tits on perfect display teasing him
Now has that helmet in his gaming room to remind him of it every time
Supporting you when you move to another country when you get a promotion
Texts of good morning and nights to one another
Family vacations and holidays together
Lando just wanting you to be happy no matter what
Secretly in love with you, but he doesn’t know that
You’re the same way
You’re both fucking morons who need to date one another stop being friends you pussies
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earthsbestdefnder · 2 years
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okay first time I saw multiverse of madness I would’ve given it 3/10 but the second watch brings it to a 7/10
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mattslolita · 5 months
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best on earth - c. sturniolo
warnings : smut, smut SMUTTY SMUTT, sub!chris, riding, hair pulling, oral
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you and your boyfriend chris were currently sat in your dorm room, watching a movie — it was pretty late, but you weren't stressing since the next day was saturday and you had on top of all your studying.
truth be told you were really horny right now, especially with the way chris was tracing your soft skin up and down your arm as he had his shoulder wrapped around you.
your roommate was somewhere off with her own boyfriend for the night, so the two of you practically had to whole night to yourselves — you grinned, thinking about all the things you could do to chris.
"what're you smiling about?" chris asked, looking down at you.
you shrugged and looked back up at him with your doe eyes. "just how bad i wanna fuck you."
his eyes widened at first, but nevertheless his lips upturned into a grin at the words you spoke. "oh, really?"
you responded by sitting up as he put his hands behind his head, and moving to sit yourself on top of him. you bit your lip and smirked down at him and you roamed your hands up and down his chest, whilst he held you in place with his hands on your hips tightly.
you bent down and connected your lips in a hungry kiss, asking for access as your tongue explored his mouth — a soft whimper escaped his lips and you smirked against him, beginning to move back and forth right on his cock.
"mm baby," chris whined, moving his hips upward to feel more friction, "can you make me feel good?"
"aw, you want me to make you feel good, chrissy?" you taunted the boy, moving your lips to kiss up and down his neck.
you sucked on a sweet spot in particular, causing a moan to emit from your boyfriend's lips, which was music to your ears. you nibbled on that bit of his neck some more, continuing to grind up and down on him.
"p-please baby, i need you to make me feel so good," chris whimpered, and you disconnected your lips from his neck, grinning down at him.
"you gonna be a good boy for me, then?" you whispered to him, and he nodded, another small whimper leaving his mouth.
you instructed chris to take his shirt off and you pulled your own over your head, revealing the lacy black bra that you had worn — with a smirk you took the bra off of yourself, then slid your shorts off, too.
"take off the rest of your clothes for me, sweetheart," you said and he complied, hurriedly taking off his sweatpants and throwing them to the side.
you reached down to chris's boxers and palmed him through them, causing him to groan. you slid his boxers off and marveled at how big his dick was ( well, it's not anything you haven't seen before ). you slowly crawled towards the foot of the bed and grinned up at chris.
"i'm gonna make you feel so good, baby," you said, spitting on his cock then pumping up and down.
"y-yes, make me feel so good," he whined out.
"i need you to look at me while i suck you off, christopher," you instructed him, not breaking eye contact with him.
he nodded and watched as you took him in your mouth, pumping the rest of what couldn't fit — a loud moan left chris's lips, and he began thrusting his hips upwards to gain even more friction with you. you sucked and swirled his cock, all whilst keeping eye contact with him. he looked so pretty in front of you with his hair disheveled as he brought one hand down to slightly tug at your hair.
"mhm, fuck yes y/n, that feels so good," chris whined out, as you felt yourself becoming hard at his praises, "fuck baby, you make me feel so good."
you moved your hand down to take more of him in your mouth, sucking and swirling — you bobbed your head up and down as your saliva coated his cock, almost sending him over the edge as a various amount of curses came from his mouth.
"y/n, i-i need to cum please," chris begged, and you stopped momentarily and grinned at him.
"oh baby, i can't let you do that just yet," you grinned, completely stopping stroking, "you don't cum until i tell you to, understand?"
"y-yes, baby," chris said, whining at the loss of contact.
you crawled on top of him, aligning your entrance with his cock. as you wasted no time in sinking onto him, the loudest, pornographic moans uttered out of both you guys' mouths, a euphoric feeling overtaking your body.
"oh my, fuck, chris," you moaned out, as he grabbed your hips to forcefully pull you closer on him, "you fill me out so well, baby."
you began rolling your hips up and down on his cock, which caused the sturniolo boy's head to roll back as his eyes were blown wide with nothing but pure lust — you went up and down on him, pushing his chest down with both your hands.
you bounced up and down, and chris couldn't resist himself as one of his hands went up to feel and pinch at your nipples, emitting little whines from you.
"b-baby, i'm so close," chris whined out, his hips thrusting upward, "please let me c-cum inside you."
"you wanna do what inside me, baby?" you taunted, your voice breathy as you continued bouncing up and down on him, "say it again."
"c-cum, please let me cum inside you," chris begged, which sent you over the edge.
"go ahead baby, i'm about to...fuck..."
at the same time, the both of your liquids filled your walls as they mixed together, and a loud, breathy moan escaped chris's lips which was music to your ears — you let out soft whimpers as you both finish riding out your high.
you began to slow your pace then ultimately stopped, chris pulling out as you got up from on top of him and collapsed beside him. you both were panting heavily, trying to collect yourselves at what just took place.
"you were so good for me, chris," you cooed, running your hands through his hair, causing a cheeky smile to form on his face.
"really?" he asked, and you nodded, giggling at your flustered boyfriend. "maybe next time i can do all the work for you."
you grinned down at him as you played with his hair. "oh, you definitely can next time."
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barbiedragon · 24 days
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Cause you could be the beauty and I could be the monster
The Boys: Homelander x fem!reader
Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI)
WC: 2.2 k 
Warnings: DD/DNE; Dub-con, daddy kink, spanking, oral (m receiving), manipulation, past mentions/references of abuse, torture and being drugged with Compound V, breeding kink, rough sex, reader is a supe, breast feeding
You were designed to be his perfect mate
*comments/reblogs are appreciated
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You were made for him. Engineered by Vought scientists and designed by him. It had taken Homelander time to find an exemplary specimen, but the minute he laid eyes on you and heard your heart thrumming in your chest, smelled the sickly sweet scent of vanilla, and marveled at how your skirt clung to your curves, he knew you would be perfect. You barely fussed when his hand clapped around your mouth, and everything went black. It was only when you woke up in the White Room that your screams began.
Those days were long gone, and now you were safely nestled in his penthouse inside Vought Towers, treated like a pampered, treasured pet. Anything and everything you wanted was available at your fingertips with a simple text or call. The only caveat was that you were to remain in the penthouse unless Homelander allowed you to leave, and that was always under his supervision. You supposed every pet had a leash and a cage. These were yours.
You felt relaxed after the in-house pedicure, dangling your legs over the arm of the plush couch as the polish on your toes dried. One of Homelander’s movies played on the large flatscreen mounted on the wall in the background. The sound of his voice sent a vibration up your spine, triggering a long, ingrained reflex that led to arousal pooling between your thighs, making the pink satin cling to your skin. Need pulsing through you as one hand dipped beneath the waistband of your panties until your fingers stroked your slick folds. You pressed the heel of your palm against your wet cunt, grinding against it for friction.
The cold, sterile room made you shiver, rubbing your bare arms for warmth as your nipples pebbled, aching from the strain. The orderly slipped headphones into place before she instructed you to lay on the mattress and spread your legs. Your cheeks turned hot, but you had grown used to this treatment as your body was not yours anymore. It was being prepped for him, and you could no longer afford to be shy. It was best to do as instructed. Her nitrile gloved hands spread around a small amount of lube before pressing the vibe against you. The dulcet tones of Homelander’s voice poured through your ears as the vibrations started.
Your fingers itched to procure the Homelander dildo nestled in a dresser drawer in the bedroom. Sometimes he enjoyed watching you fall apart on it, your juices drenching the silicone model that resembled his dick as your skin prickled with heat and you mewled for more—begged for him as drool gathered in the corners of your mouth. And what choice did he have? Your mouth looked impeccable with his dick shoved in it.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.”
The words cutting sharply through the air made your eyes snap open and your hand still. Homelander loomed over you, hovering above with a disapproving look. He could smell you the minute he stepped into the penthouse, the arousal musky and heavy as it swarmed his senses. The thumping of your heart pounded in his ears as the sound of your fingers rubbing against your wet, swollen flesh set his teeth on edge. How dare you touch what belonged to him?
“You’re not supposed to touch yourself without my permission, princess, and I don’t recall you asking for it.”
You slipped your hand out of your panties, letting your damp fingers rest against your stomach. “I’m sorry…I heard your voice, and I couldn’t control myself.” You nodded your head toward the TV.
His blue eyes flickered briefly over to the screen before giving a short hum. “Ah yes, I suppose that triggers your response, but that’s no reason you couldn’t text me.”
Your painted toes were dry by now, so you scooted up onto your knees, giving him your best contrite look, a pout tugging your lips down. “Please, I didn’t mean to be naughty.”
His red gloved hand cupped your chin, his thumb tracing along your lower lip. “But you were naughty, princess, and you know what happens to naughty girls.” The digit pressed against your tender lower lip, sending a pulse of pain through you.
“Let me make it up to you, daddy,” you whispered, eyes filled with unshed tears as you pulled out of his grip to mouth at the growing bulge straining against the spandex. Your tongue traced the outline of his shaft.
“Oh, you are a brat,” he hissed, fingers gripping your hair, “I should spank your ass raw.”
You giggled demurely. “Or you could let me deep-throat you instead, daddy.”
His fingers tightened their grip, making you wince in pain. “No reason we can’t do both.” He pushed your head away to undo the belt of the uniform before you helped peel the blue spandex down his muscular thighs. At least you could delay your punishment slightly.
His enormous cock came into view, girthy, with a vein pulsing on the underside, making the heat inside you intensify. Your whole body felt aflame as you pressed your mouth to his leaking tip, gathering the pre-cum up with your tongue. He bluntly pushed his way deep into your mouth, making you sputter until the reflexes kicked in, helping you relax your throat to accommodate him fully. Part of the perks of the Compound V they modified for you. He shivered from the sight of his mouth buried deep in your mouth, how pretty his little cock slut looked for him. All his; the thought of someone else touching you made rage boil under his skin.
His thrusts became faster and stronger as he moved at a speed no ordinary human could withstand. Luckily, the modified Compound V in your veins allowed you to bear his harsh movements. Salvia puddled down the corners of your mouth, coating his shaft as his tip rammed the back of your throat. In retaliation, your fingers curled around his hips, digging into his flesh hard enough to send pain drumming through him. You welcomed the warm spurt that leaked down your sore throat, swallowing every drop once his cock was freed from your mouth. Obediently, your tongue rolled from between your swollen lips to show him you had swallowed every drop.
He removed one red glove, his warm fingers curling against the back of your neck, making you feel safe as if cocooned in a fuzzy blanket. “That’s my good girl.”
You purred in delight as his hand slipped from the back of your neck to cup your cheek, allowing you to nuzzle against his palm. The very palm that would be striking your skin red soon enough. Your eyes traced the patterns on the carpet as Homelander dangled you across one muscular thigh. There was a soft flutter against the rug as your panties dropped to the floor, the pink satin crumpled against the fibers. The warmth of his palm circling your exposed, vulnerable flesh made you feel comforted at first until the harsh crack resounded in the air.
“You know daddy hates to punish you, princess.”
A blatant lie. He loved it. You didn’t mind it. Pain and pleasure needed to coexist, a burning compliment that made your blood pump hot and fresh. Heat bloomed across your skin with each precise blow that fell. You could tell he wasn’t using his full strength, but just enough to ensure you would feel this for a few hours, even as the accelerated healing kicked in. Your nails dug into the firm flesh of his thigh, smelling the warm metallic scent of his blood as it bloomed under your fingers. If it bothered him, he didn’t let on. Simply remained focused on the task at hand, lighting a fire into your ass. Tears burned the corners of your eyes.
The sharp slap made you yelp, the sound echoing through the White Room. You gritted your teeth, determined to see yourself through the pain. You didn’t want them to break you. Homelander’s knuckles smoothed down your cheek—an oddly tender touch juxtaposed with the searing pain.
“You’re so pretty when you cry, princess. Let me see those tears fall.” The deep timbre of his voice vibrated through you, all your nerve endings standing on edge and responding to the sound of him.
You relaxed your jaw, giving a slight sniffle. The next blow sent tears rolling down your face.
“That’s my good girl.”
“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, his palm rubbing soothing circles across your abused flesh.
“T…thank you, daddy,” you whimpered, wetness gathered in your lashes.
He fixed your position, holding you against his chest with one hand wrapped securely around your waist while dangling in the air. Your toes flexed, longing to feel the carpet under them while his lips brushed across your forehead. One finger slipped under your chin, tilting your face towards his. Those blue eyes bore into your own.
“Tell me what I want to hear, princess.”
An almost vulnerable look flashed across his face for the briefest moment. There were rare instances when you thought he might crack like they made you do all those years ago, but he was stronger than that. You were designed to be broken; he was designed to be unbreakable—the perfect supe poster boy.
You swallowed hard before parting your lips.
Tell me what I want to hear, princess
Tell me what I want to hear, princess
Tell me what I want to hear, princess
The words consumed your mind, your fingers longing to dig into your skull to claw them out. You writhed against the straps around your wrists and ankles, wide-eyed and frantic as the electric shock rolled through you. Please, just make it stop, please. You wanted to scream those words, but the hard, unforgiving plastic between your teeth prevented you from doing so.
“Remove it. Let’s see if it worked,” Homelander instructed the nurse, his hands folded behind his back. His gloved hand cupped your cheek as the nurse slipped the plastic from your mouth. “Tell me what I want to hear, princess.”
You couldn’t bear another shock volting through your body. Your tongue felt heavy as you rolled it around your mouth, trying to form the words caught in the back of your throat. 
“I love you, John.” The smile stretched across your lips painfully.
“Say it again.”
“I love you, John.”
His grip tightened around you as his lips claimed yours with a hungry kiss. You allowed your brain to switch off for those few moments, letting your body go through the motions instinctively. His hand soothingly circled your lower back as he whispered in your ear.
“You know what, princess? I don’t think I’m done with you yet.”
Of course, he wasn’t. He was never satisfied until he pushed you over the edge. You allowed your mind to disassociate as he bent and stretched your body into various positions, his hard, girthy cock claiming all your holes until you dripped with his cum. You thought of the days before the White Room, of your simple apartment and aquarium full of brightly colored fish. Walls cracked, furniture broke, and red, mottled marks blossomed against already bruised skin. Everything ached when he finished, and he hadn’t even broken a sweat. Your clit twitched, feeling raw and overstimulated by the end.
You curled on top of the bed, drawing your knees to your chest as you focused on your breathing. One hand rubbed absent-mindedly at your aching jaw, the stickiness on your thighs slowly drying and turning to an irritating crust. You were overtaken by the feeling of wanting to scrub your skin raw to erase every drop of him, wondering if you could claw through your skin, ripping through your veins to free yourself from Compound V. The urge to be unfettered gnawed deep in your stomach as you faced the realization that it would never happen. However, you clung to the hope that particles of you remained beneath the surface, the old you lingered there, and one day she would emerge.
An automatic smile flittered across your face at the sound of his footsteps as you rolled to your side, reaching a hand toward him. His skin was warm and damp from the shower, droplets clinging to his naked skin.
“Do you know what, princess? It’s time to put a baby in you.”
Cold fear coiled through you like a snake.
“I would love that,” you beamed. You could lie, too.
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His lips tugged gently at your sensitive nipple while he nursed at your breast. Isobel slept peacefully in her crib, belly round and full of milk, emitting soft coos. Now, it was his turn. You preferred these moments, your fingers stroking his blond hair while he suckled. The vulnerability peeked through, and you knew he had a weakness like everyone else. He craved love, the one thing he had constantly been robbed of. You almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
Milky white beads dribbled down the corners of his mouth as he released your nipple. “Tell me what I want to hear, princess.”
You cradled his face tenderly, gazing into his baby-blue eyes, feeling a twinge of genuine affection for him that you bitterly swallowed down.
“I love you, John.”
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keerysfolklore · 5 months
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Love Is Weird; S.H
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pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader - childhood friends to lovers
summary: Steve and Y/N share a deep love that goes back to their childhood days, but misunderstandings, stern dads and separations test their bond. Proving that love can be weird.
warnings: AGE: 18+ ONLY | smut, first time, angst, a lil bit of heartbreak, readers dad not happy with their relationship, upside down trauma, fluff. Set after S4.
a/n: first time writing some fluffy smut with a plot, hope you enjoy I love a good childhood to lovers fic. <3 xoxo
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Steve Harrington had always been the charming golden boy of Hawkins, Indiana. With his perfectly styled hair, denim jacket, and a smile that made all the girls swoon, he was the last person anyone expected to see at a quiet small-town library. But there he was, leaning against a bookshelf, pretending to read a book, though his eyes kept wandering over to the girl sitting at a nearby table. Y/N, his childhood best friend, was engrossed in her studies. Her round tortoise shell reading glasses perched on her nose, she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and Steve couldn't help but smile.
The story of Steve and Y/N's friendship was like something out of a John Hughes movie. They'd been inseparable since elementary school, causing all sorts of mischief and adventures. However, things had changed slightly over the years. Steve's wild reputation had grown even though he had changed over the years the town still talked. While Y/N had blossomed into a quiet, studious young woman. Despite their differences, their bond remained unbreakable, the upside down bringing them close together once again. However over time Steve's feelings had grown too complex to ignore.
To Steve, Y/N was the embodiment of beauty. Her presence had an ethereal quality that could make even the mundane seem magical. He was captivated by every facet of her being, and he often found himself lost in admiration of her.
Her eyes, framed by delicate, long lashes, were his favorite feature. Steve would often get lost in those pools of deep, expressive color. He saw galaxies within them, and each glance from her held a promise of adventure and warmth.
Her smile was like the first rays of sunshine after a long, cold winter. It had the power to melt away his troubles and make his heart skip a beat. The way her lips curved into that radiant smile was a vision he cherished.
Her hair was another source of fascination for him. It flowed like silk, and he couldn't resist running his fingers through it. He loved how it caught the sunlight, creating a halo of soft, golden light around her.
Even the way she concentrated when she was deep in thought held a unique allure. Her brow would furrow slightly, and her eyes would narrow in a way that made Steve's heart race. He was enchanted by her intelligence and her dedication to her studies.
Whenever he looked at her, Steve couldn't help but marvel at the perfect blend of physical and inner beauty. To him, Y/N was a masterpiece, a living work of art, and he considered himself the luckiest man in the world to have her by his side. Even if it was as her best friend.
Every Friday afternoon, Y/N would spend hours in the library, and Steve had made it a secret tradition to drop by and watch her from afar. He couldn't muster the courage to tell her how he felt, especially since Y/N's father, a stern and conservative man, had made it clear that Steve wasn't the kind of guy he wanted his daughter associating with. It was as if he'd never forgiven Steve for his past mistakes.
Today was no different. Steve sat there, lost in his thoughts, his heart pounding. As Y/N's pen moved gracefully across her notebook, he wished he could be as eloquent with his words as she was with hers. Y/N had no idea how he felt, and he couldn't bring himself to ruin their friendship by confessing his love.
Steve's gaze was interrupted by the sound of a library door swinging open. It was Eddie, another friend who had transformed from a rival into a companion after facing supernatural horrors together. Eddie sauntered over to Steve's side, his eyes following Steve's gaze.
"Still pining over her, huh?" Eddie said with a smirk. He'd always had a knack for reading Steve like an open book.
Steve sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, Eddie. I can't help it."
Eddie clapped a hand on Steve's shoulder. "You know you've got to tell her eventually, right? What's the point of all this secrecy?"
Steve looked at his friend, an expression of doubt clouding his face. "I just don't want to make things awkward. And you know her dad would go berserk if he found out."
Eddie shrugged. "He's not the one dating her, is he? Look, man, you can't keep avoiding it forever. What if she likes you back?"
Steve chewed on his lower lip. The possibility that Y/N could feel the same way had crossed his mind, but he couldn't risk their friendship without knowing for sure. He needed to talk to someone who knew Y/N as well as he did, someone who could give him insight.
That evening, Steve headed over to the Byer’s household, where he knew he could find Will, who was more like a little brother to y/n. As he arrived, he saw Will sitting on the porch, with his notebook and pencil in his hand looking lost in thought.
"Hey, Will," Steve greeted him, taking a seat on the steps. "Mind if I join you?"
Will looked up, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Of course, Steve. Are you ok?"
Steve leaned back, gazing at the starry sky. "It's about your sister, man, but I don't know what to do about it."
Will raised an eyebrow, putting down his notebook. "You like Y/N don’t you?"
"Yeah, is it that obvious?" Steve admitted. "I've liked her for a while now, but her Dad and everything, you know? I don't want to mess things up."
Will sighed, leaning against the porch railing. "You're not the same person you were in high school, Steve. You've changed for the better. And if Y/N likes you, she should be able to make her own choices, regardless of her Dad's opinions."
Steve nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope. "So, you think I should tell her?"
Will smiled warmly. "Absolutely. You've got to be honest with her. Just remember, you've got my support."
With Will’s encouragement, Steve felt a newfound determination to reveal his feelings to Y/N.
Steve had always been the epitome of confidence but the idea of telling her that he had fallen for her was a daunting prospect that filled him with anxiety.
He couldn't help but flashback to a vivid memory from their childhood when they were just 11 years old. They were sitting under the tree in Y/N's backyard, sharing secrets and snacks. The sun was shining, and everything seemed perfect.
"Y/N," Steve had said, his voice filled with innocence, "i think I love you."
Y/N had paused, looking at him with wide eyes. For a moment, Steve's heart had soared, thinking he had done something wonderful. But then her expression shifted, and her response came with a giggle.
"Ew, Steve, that's gross," she had declared, making a playful face. "You can't love me. That’s weird!"
Eleven-year-old Steve had felt crushed, and he had vowed never to utter those three words again. The memory was etched in his mind as a reminder of the time he had been rejected by the one person who meant the world to him. Even if he was still naive about love and the world.
Now, all these years later, the fear of repeating that painful experience loomed large. He couldn't bear the thought of Y/N rejecting him once more, especially now that he loved her more deeply and profoundly.
Steve confided in his friends, asking for advice, searching for the right words to tell Y/N about his feelings. They encouraged him to be honest, to be himself, but the weight of that past rejection made him hesitate.
As he mulled over the words he would use, he remembered how she had laughed when he had confessed his love at the age of 11. The fear of being vulnerable and facing rejection was paralyzing, and it was difficult for him to shake that lingering anxiety.
But love had a way of pushing people to their limits, and Steve couldn't keep his feelings a secret forever. He knew that he had to tell Y/N, no matter how worried he was about her response. His love for her was too strong to stay buried.
The following week, he picked up a bouquet of her favorite flowers and headed to the library, where she was deep into her studies. When he approached her table, she looked up, startled.
"Stevie, what are you doing here?" Y/N asked, her voice a mixture of surprise and curiosity.
Steve handed her the bouquet, his heart racing. "I needed to see you, Y/N."
Her eyes widened as she accepted the flowers, and a blush crept onto her cheeks. "They're beautiful. Thank you, Steve."
He took a deep breath, his palms sweaty. "Y/N, there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a long time. I've been falling for you, harder every day. I know it's complicated with your dad and everything, but I can't keep this to myself any longer."
Y/N's expression shifted from surprise to a gentle smile. "Steve, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to say that."
As a child, Y/N couldn't forget that day when Steve, her childhood best friend, had told her that he loved her. She remembered the giggle that had slipped from her lips, the face she had made, and how she'd declared it was "weird." But the truth was, deep down, she didn't find it weird at all. In fact, it stirred a peculiar feeling within her young heart that she couldn't fully comprehend.
That night, as she lay in her room, Y/N took out her secret diary from beneath her pillow. With a crayon she had stashed away for this very purpose, she began to write in big, messy letters on one of the pages: "Mrs. Steve Harrington." She wrote it again and again, a secret declaration of her true feelings for the boy she couldn't help but adore.
Y/N continued this ritual, filling page after page with her fantasy of being married to Steve. In her young mind, he was her prince charming, her knight in shining armor, the boy who made her feel safe and happy. Her diary became her sanctuary, a place where her deepest desires found an outlet.
She even confided in her mom one day, in her usual matter-of-fact way. "Mom, when I grow up, I'm going to marry Steve."
Her mother chuckled and brushed a strand of hair from Y/N's face. "That's sweet, dear. Steve is a great boy. You two have been friends for so long."
But Y/N wasn't just talking about friendship. She had a secret longing, one that only her diary knew. As she grew older, that crush on Steve only intensified. Even as she explored relationships with other boys in her teenage years, her heart kept drifting back to Steve, the one who had held a special place in her heart since they were children.
Bringing herself back to the present she could see the relief and joy that had flooded through Steve, and Steve felt a weight lift from his shoulders. They talked for hours, sharing stories and dreams, and for the first time in years, Steve felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be.
Over time, Y/N did talk to her father, and while it wasn't easy, she managed to convince him that Steve had changed, that he wasn't the same reckless teenager he once was.
As Y/N and her father sat in the living room, the tension in the air was palpable. It was Y/N's mother who walked into the room, sensing the discomfort. She had always been more empathetic and open-minded, qualities that her daughter had inherited.
Y/N's mother settled into an armchair, her presence bringing a softer atmosphere to the room. She turned to her husband, her gaze filled with understanding. "What's going on, you two?"
Y/N's father sighed, looking at his wife with concern. "Our baby has just told me that she's in a relationship with Steve Harrington. You know how I feel about him."
Her mother raised an eyebrow, her tone gentle but resolute. "Honey, Y/N has known Steve for years. They've been best friends since childhood."
He nodded, acknowledging the truth in his wife's words. "I know, but I've heard things about him."
Y/N's mother leaned forward, her eyes meeting her husband's. "Listen, I understand your worries, but we can't deny how much she cares about him. She's loved him since she was little, you know."
Y/N's father frowned, his expression softening as he looked at his daughter. "Is that true, Y/N? You've always had feelings for him?"
Y/N nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "Yes, Dad. I've always loved him, even when we were kids. I used to tell Mom that I wanted to marry him one day. I still mean that."
Y/N's mother smiled warmly, her voice full of nostalgia. "She would doodle 'Mrs. Steve Harrington' in her diary over and over again. It was the cutest thing, and I always knew she had a soft spot for him."
Y/N's father sighed, realizing that his daughter's feelings were deep-rooted and genuine. He looked back at Y/N, his expression conflicted. "I just don't want you to get hurt, Y/N. Steve isn't the same guy he was in high school."
Y/N's mother spoke up, her tone firm but compassionate. "People change, and we have to give them a chance to prove it. If Steve makes our daughter happy, then we should support her."
Y/N's father finally relented, his concerns not completely dispelled but overshadowed by his love for his daughter. "Fine, I'll give him a chance. But if I see that he's not treating you right, Y/N, I won't hesitate to step in."
Y/N smiled through her tears, grateful for her mother's support and her father's willingness to see how things would unfold. She knew that her relationship with Steve had a long journey ahead, but she was determined to prove to her family that their love was real and worth the effort.
In that moment, with the support of her parents, Y/N felt a renewed sense of hope and determination to make her relationship with Steve work, and to show everyone that love had the power to transform and heal.
As Steve and Y/N navigated their newfound relationship, it became apparent that the hurdles they faced were not limited to her father's disapproval. The real world had a way of throwing curveballs at them, and they soon found themselves caught in a whirlwind of emotions.
Y/N's father, despite his grudging acceptance, couldn't fully conceal his concern. He was wary of Steve's history and worried that his daughter might get hurt. This tension hung like a dark cloud over family gatherings, making it difficult for Steve and Y/N to enjoy their time together.
Steve Harrington felt a mix of nervousness and determination as he sat across from Y/N's father in their living room. He knew this conversation was inevitable, and he respected her father enough to face it head-on.
Y/N's father, a stern and imposing figure, studied Steve with a critical eye. He didn't mince words. "Steve, I've heard a lot about you over the years. I've seen the way you were back in high school, and I know how you treated girls."
Steve nodded, a bead of sweat forming on his brow. "I won't deny my past mistakes, Sir. I was a different person back then, but I've changed since. I've grown up, and I've learned from my experiences."
Y/N's father's gaze remained unwavering. "My wife tells me I should give you a chance, that people can change. I want you to know that my decision to accept this relationship is based on her insistence, not because I like you."
Steve swallowed hard, recognising the seriousness of the situation. "I understand, and I appreciate that you're willing to give us a chance. Y/N means the world to me, and I'll do everything in my power to make her happy."
Y/N's father's expression remained guarded, but there was a hint of skepticism. "I'm also aware of your past involvement with Nancy Wheeler. I don't want you to hurt my daughter like you hurt Nancy. People talk in this town and I wasn’t too pleased to hear that you vandalised the cinema with spray paint"
Steve's eyes met Y/N's father's with sincerity. "What happened with Nancy was a long time ago. We both moved on, and we're still friends. I would never want to hurt Y/N. I care about her deeply."
Y/N's father finally nodded, though it was clear that his acceptance came with many reservations. "I'll be watching, Steve. If you step out of line, I won't hesitate to intervene. Y/N means everything to me, and I won't let her be hurt. Not by a good for nobody boy like you. I don’t care who your family are in this town. In this house you follow my rules.”
Steve nodded, understanding the seriousness of the situation. "I won't take this relationship lightly, Sir. I'll do my best to earn your trust and respect."
As the conversation concluded, Steve knew that he still had much to prove to Y/N's father. He was willing to face the challenge head-on, knowing that his love for Y/N was worth every effort to show that he had truly changed and could be the partner Y/N deserved.
Steve had never been one to care about other people's opinions, but when those opinions threatened to tear him away from Y/N, it stung. He often found himself questioning if he was good enough for her. He would lie awake at night, wondering if he could truly make her happy, or if he was just a source of stress and conflict in her life. It was a burden he couldn't shake, no matter how much he loved her.
Y/N, on the other hand, was trapped in a constant struggle to balance her love for Steve with her family's expectations. She found herself torn between the man she had come to adore and the father who had raised her. It was a tormenting inner battle that wore her down day by day.
One evening, as they sat together in Steve's car parked at the edge of a picturesque lake, Y/N's voice trembled as she confided in him. "Steve, I love you, but I can't help but feel the weight of my Dad’s disapproval. It's tearing me and my family apart. I just everyone to get along. You’re the best boyfriend I could ask for, why can he see that?"
Steve took her hand, his heart aching for her. "I know, baby girl. I feel it too, and it kills me to see you struggle like this. But we can't let it break us. We have to prove to your dad that we're meant to be together. I’ll come outside your house with a boom box screaming my love to you if I have too." He said kissing the palm of her hand over and over again. Y/N smiled from ear to ear.
As the weeks turned into months, Steve and Y/N became determined to change the narrative of their relationship. They embarked on a mission to show Y/N's father that Steve had transformed into a responsible, caring partner.
Steve poured his heart into this endeavor. He took up another part-time job as an on call fireman alongside his family video job, He started helping Y/N studying hard for college exams, and began to save money to prove that he was capable of supporting Y/N and her dreams. He made an effort to mend the rift between himself and Y/N's father, offering his respect and commitment.
Y/N, too, began to take strides in bridging the gap between her family and her love for Steve. She had long conversations with her father, sharing stories of Steve's growth and expressing her own happiness with him. Slowly but surely, her father began to see the sincerity in her eyes and the love in her heart.
In the quiet moments when Steve sat alone in his bedroom, he couldn't help but wish that Y/N's father could truly understand the extent of what had happened over the years in the Upside Down and how he had saved his daughter's life numerous times. Steve had faced unimaginable horrors, and his role in protecting Y/N was a source of immense pride and determination.
He wished he could share the stories of their adventures in battling supernatural forces, the monsters, and the perils they had encountered together. He wanted Y/N's father to know how he had faced down danger and fear, not only for his own survival but for the safety of the girl he loved.
He wished he could explain how he had stood as a shield between Y/N and the terrifying creatures that lurked in the dark, how he had fought with unwavering bravery to keep her safe.
He longed for Y/N's father to realise the depth of his commitment, to understand that his love for Y/N had driven him to confront the most profound and life-threatening challenges. He had been a hero in her eyes, and he wished her father could see him in the same light.
Steve knew that Y/N's father's reservations were grounded in the past, in the person he had been during high school. He wished he could show that he had evolved, that he had changed for the better, that he had become a man who would do anything to protect and cherish his daughter.
In the stillness of the night, He yearned for the day when her father could look at him with pride and gratitude, knowing that Steve had not only loved his daughter but had also been her unwavering protector in the face of darkness.
Over time their collective efforts began to yield results. Y/N's father, still cautious, started to soften his stance on their relationship. He allowed Steve to join their family gatherings without animosity, and the air became less tense.
As the months passed, Steve worked tirelessly to earn Y/N's father's trust. He had gone to great lengths to prove that he was a changed man, that he truly loved Y/N, and that he would protect her at all costs. Over time, Y/N's father had softened his stance, though it was a gradual process.
The pivotal moment came when Y/N's birthday approached. Her father had agreed to let Steve come over and stay the night to celebrate with the family, a gesture that signified a significant step toward acceptance. Y/N was overjoyed at the prospect of sharing her special day with the man she loved, and she had never been happier.
However, that night, Steve didn't arrive as planned. Y/N's excitement slowly turned into worry as the hours passed, and her father, too, was growing increasingly concerned. It was unlike Steve to be late, especially on such an important occasion.
Y/N's Mother tried to call Steve, but there was no answer. Panic crept into her voice as she hung up the phone and looked at her daughter. "Honey, I don't know what's going on, but Steve isn't answering his phone."
Y/N's eyes welled up with tears. She couldn't understand why he would miss such an important event. "Mom, where could he be? Why isn't he here? Maybe he got called out to a fire with work? Or Robin needed a lift back from the store?"
As the evening wore on, Y/N's father couldn't contain his anger and disappointment. He had reluctantly agreed to let Steve into their lives, and now, on Y/N's birthday, he had failed to show up.
As Y/N waited for Steve to arrive at her birthday celebration, a growing sense of worry and confusion began to gnaw at her as she sat on their front porch waiting for his maroon BMW to pull onto their driveway. It was unlike him to be late, especially on a day as important as her birthday. She checked her voicemail repeatedly, but there was no sign of a message or call from him.
Hours passed, and as the evening wore on, Y/N's anxiety deepened. She couldn't help but wonder why Steve hadn't shown up or at least contacted her. As she looked at the empty space where he should have been, her joyous anticipation gradually transformed into a cocktail of disappointment and frustration.
Her father, his concern mirroring his daughter's, began to make phone calls, attempting to contact Steve, but each attempt led to the same unanswered calls and Mr. Harrington’s PA saying to call back another time.
Y/N's disappointment grew into anger as her Mother’s voiced her own frustration. "This isn't like him, Y/N. He should have been here hours ago."
Y/N, feeling a mixture of sadness and anger, snapped back, "I don't understand, He wouldn’t ditch me."
The tension between them escalated into a heated argument, with harsh words exchanged and both parties hurt by the situation. Y/N retreated to her room, tears streaming down her face, feeling a profound sense of hurt and confusion.
Unbeknownst to Y/N and her family, Steve was with Hopper, and they had discovered that the Upside Down had been reopened. A dangerous new threat was looming, one that required their immediate attention and action. Steve's absence from Y/N's birthday was not a choice but a necessity to protect their town and their loved ones.
As the argument between Y/N and her father raged on inside the house, Steve and Hopper were on a mission to confront the terrifying forces from the other side, completely unaware of the turmoil they had left behind. The events of that night would have profound consequences for all of them, testing the limits of their relationships and their resolve to face the horrors of the Upside Down once again.
As Steve, Eddie, and Hopper ventured deeper into the eerie and perilous realm of the Upside Down, the thick atmosphere of dread hung heavily around them. The surroundings were nightmarish, and every step they took was fraught with danger. Steve's mind, however, was partially occupied by worries of a different nature.
He couldn't help but reflect on everything surrounding Y/N's birthday. It weighed on him heavily. As they navigated through the twisted, shadowy landscape, Steve finally broke the silence, his voice tinged with remorse.
"You know, guys, I messed up big time," Steve confessed. "I missed Y/N's birthday because of this, and now her family are probably going to hate me."
Eddie looked at Steve with sympathy. "I'm sure they’ll get over it. I know where I’d rather be? Sat on that leather lazy boy chair with a glass of scotch like your girls Dad. The Upside Down is a very real and freaking creepy."
Hopper, a seasoned and pragmatic figure, chimed in with a reassuring tone. "Steve, let me tell you something. If Y/N was my daughter, I'd be proud to have you as a part of our family. You've grown a lot since I first met you and your over sprayed hair."
Steve looked at Hopper, his eyes reflecting gratitude for the support and understanding he was receiving in this difficult moment. "Thanks, Hop. I really do love her, and I want her family to see that."
As they continued their perilous journey, Steve carried Hopper's words with him, offering a glimmer of hope in the midst of the darkness that surrounded them. He was determined to return safely and prove to Y/N's family that he was deserving of their trust and acceptance, no matter the challenges that lay ahead in the Upside Down.
Weeks had passed since Steve's unexplained absence on Y/N's birthday, and there had been no sign of him. Y/N's worry had transformed into a deep-seated concern, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. She knew that he would never willingly avoid her for such a long period of time.
Desperate for answers, Y/N had reached out to their mutual friends, Dustin and Robin, but their responses had been evasive. They made excuses for Steve, citing vague reasons for his unavailability, and they told Y/N that Steve had gone away for a couple of weeks. Y/N's frustration and confusion grew with each call.
The gnawing feeling that the worst had happened again, the upside down had opened. Her last encounter with the upside down had been at the Starcourt Mall, an ordeal that had nearly cost her life, the memory of the terrifying events in the mall haunted her every day. She didn’t get to experience the upside down once Vecna and all the murders happened as she was away in Salt Lake with her family. Coming home to find Steve and her other friends emotionally broken after Eddie and Max nearly died made her sick with guilt, she couldn’t believe she wasn’t there for them.
With every unanswered call and every vague excuse from saying he was visiting his grandmother to looking around colleges with his parents, Y/N couldn't escape the sinking feeling that there was more to the story than anyone was letting on. She was left in the dark, not knowing the extent of the danger that had resurfaced in Hawkins and whether Steve was safe.
As more days turned into weeks, her determination to uncover the truth grew stronger. She couldn't bear not knowing where Steve was and what had happened to him. The bond between them was too strong for her to simply accept his absence, and the need to protect him and be by his side was a driving force in her life.
Y/N knew that she couldn't rely on the evasive responses of their friends any longer. She was determined to uncover the secrets that had been kept from her and to find Steve, no matter the risks and challenges that lay ahead.
Driven by her growing desperation to find Steve and uncover the truth about his mysterious absence, Y/N began to embark on a solo quest for answers. She couldn't stand the uncertainty any longer, and the nagging feeling that something terrible had happened to Steve weighed on her heart like an anchor.
She started driving around Hawkins, exploring the town for any sign or clue that might lead her to the Upside Down or to her missing boyfriend. As she relentlessly searched, every empty street, forested area, and abandoned building a potential location to explore she grew tired and desperate for answers.
One day, Y/N found herself at the old family video store where Robin and Steve worked. With a deep breath and hope in her heart, she walked through the familiar doors. Robin looked up from behind the counter, surprised to see her.
"Y/N, what brings you here?" Robin asked with a friendly smile.
Y/N's voice trembled as she blurted out, "I need to know where Steve is. He's been missing for weeks, and I have no idea what's going on."
Robin hesitated for a moment, her expression conflicted. She knew more than she could say, but she was caught between wanting to protect Y/N and not betraying the secrets Steve had entrusted to her.
"I… I can't tell you much, Y/N," Robin replied cautiously. "But what I can say is that Steve is dealing with some bigger issues right now than calling you back. Sorry if that sounds harsher than I meant. My brain is just like putty at the moment and I have everyone barking down my ear." She rambled on. “Plus Steve won’t stop calling me and stressing about-“ she stops herself mid sentence.
Y/N's heart sank at Robin's words, her mind racing with doubt and fear. Steve won’t stop calling her? Why hasn’t he ring back? Had Steve moved on? Did he no longer love her? What we’re bigger issues than celebrating his girlfriends birthday? The belief that had been growing inside her for weeks was now confirmed by her friend's words.
Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she turned and walked out of the store, her heart heavy with pain. She felt as though the world around her had shattered, and her relentless quest for answers had only driven her further into a pit of despair.
In the wake of that fateful conversation with Robin, Y/N felt as though she had lost not only her boyfriend but a part of herself. She had believed in their love, and now it seemed that Steve had moved on, leaving her behind in a town full of secrets and unanswered questions.
After the emotionally devastating encounter with Robin, Y/N returned home with a heavy heart. The belief that Steve had moved on and no longer loved her was a crushing weight that seemed impossible to bear. She locked herself in her room and allowed the tears that she had been holding back for weeks to flow freely.
As she cried, her thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion, sadness, and anger. She questioned the authenticity of her relationship with Steve and whether their love had ever meant as much to him as it did to her. The room felt like a prison, and she felt utterly alone in her despair.
Downstairs, the tension in her household was palpable. Y/N's parents had their own disagreements, particularly when it came to the situation with Steve. Her mother, still fond of Steve and trusting that there was more to the story than met the eye, argued passionately in his favor.
"I just can't believe he'd leave her like this," her mother pleaded, her voice filled with conviction. "There must be something more to it. Y/N and Steve love each other."
Her father, who had grown more skeptical over time, responded with a sense of frustration. "We don't know what's going on, and we can't force Y/N to wait forever. If Steve has truly moved on, she deserves to know the truth."
Their arguments echoed through the house, creating an emotional backdrop to Y/N's tears. She felt caught in the middle of her parents' disagreement, the weight of the situation growing heavier with each passing moment.
In her room, Y/N wished for answers, for any sign that could explain what had happened to Steve. She yearned to understand the truth and to find a way back to the love that she had believed was the most profound connection in her life. But for now, all she could do was cry, the pain of her heartache and the uncertainty of the future consuming her.
Meanwhile, In the eerie stillness of Hopper's cabin, Steve found himself facing Robin, his expression a mix of relief and anxiety. He had returned from the treacherous Upside Down, knowing that the town of Hawkins was once again in danger. His thoughts had been consumed by the safety of his loved ones, particularly Y/N, and the emotional turmoil he had left behind.
Robin, who had seen the toll that Steve's absence had taken on Y/N, had sought him out to share what had happened. She had no way of knowing that her words would have such a profound impact on their friend and her boyfriend. As they sat together in Hopper's cabin, Steve's gaze implored her to explain.
"Steve, I need to talk to you about Y/N," Robin began hesitantly, recognising the gravity of the situation.
Steve leaned forward, his eyes wide with a mixture of concern and urgency. "What happened? Is she okay?"
Robin took a deep breath and confessed, "I might have accidentally worded it wrong when she came and saw me. She asked about you and I totally froze and word vomited without thinking. I think she kind of took it as you had moved on."
Steve's eyes widened with shock, and his heart sank as he realized the magnitude of the misunderstanding. "You told her what?"
Robin looked apologetic, "I thought it was the right thing to do at the time. I didn't know how much she was suffering, and I thought I was sparing her the pain of not knowing. I didn't mean for it to sound like you had moved on for real."
Steve's expression shifted from shock to determination. "I need to find her and set things straight. She thinks I don't love her anymore, and that's the last thing I want her to believe."
Steve left Hopper's cabin, driven by a renewed sense of purpose. He was determined to find Y/N and mend the misunderstanding that had torn their relationship asunder.
As he drove down the quiet highway, Steve couldn't help but feel a surge of hope that he could fix the damage that had been done. He had returned from the Upside Down with a deeper appreciation for the people he loved, and the prospect of reuniting with Y/N and proving his love for her became his sole focus.
In the stillness of the night, Y/N lay in her bed, unable to escape the sadness that had consumed her since she believed Steve had moved on. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, and as she drifted into sleep, her dreams were plagued by visions of the past and her love for him. Her smiley moon night light she had since she was 4 years old still plugged in by her bedside table.
Suddenly, a faint tapping at her window interrupted her restless slumber. Startled, she opened her eyes to find the source of the noise. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw a figure outside her window.
Y/N rubbed her eyes, thinking it must be a dream, but when she focused, she saw Steve, dressed in army clothes, his face bearing cuts, bruises, blood and dirt. Her shock turned into a rush of emotions, and she quickly opened the window to let him in.
Steve climbed into her room, his eyes meeting hers, filled with exhaustion and relief. He spoke with a trembling voice, "Y/N, I'm so sorry."
Y/N couldn't help but tremble with a mix of emotions as she looked at him. "Stevie, where have you been? Why didn't you tell me? I thought you didn’t want me anymore."
Steve's gaze was filled with regret as he explained the truth. "I was in the Upside Down again, Y/N. It reopened, and I couldn't risk your safety. I couldn't bring you into that nightmare again. I won’t let you be apart of it after you nearly died last time"
Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she realised the magnitude of what Steve had been through. Her anger and frustration faded, replaced by a deep concern for the man she loved. She stepped closer to him and reached for his face, wiping away the dirt and blood to reveal the face she had missed so much.
"I don't care about the danger, Steve," Y/N whispered, her voice full of emotion. "I care about you. You should have told me. I was so worried."
Steve held her close, the weight of their separation and the danger he had faced lifting off his shoulders. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I should have trusted you. I love you, and I'll never keep something like this from you again."
As they embraced, their love stronger than ever, Y/N felt a sense of relief and a renewed connection with the man who had endured so much for her sake. The trials they had faced together had only served to deepen their love, and in the quiet of her room, they found the comfort and solace they had been yearning for.
As Steve and Y/N stood in her room, their reunion was charged with emotions that had been building for weeks. The relief of seeing each other again, the pain of their separation, and the depth of their love all culminated in a moment that neither of them could resist.
Their eyes locked, and the world seemed to fade away as they moved closer. The warmth of their breaths mingled in the intimate space, and slowly, their lips met in a gentle, longing kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of the love they had for each other, a kiss that had been a long time coming.
Their lips moved together with a slow, almost hesitant rhythm at first, but the intense feelings between them quickly began to kindle a more passionate flame. The gentle kisses grew more fervent, their mouths exploring each other with a fervor that had been pent up for too long.
Steve's hands found their way to Y/N's bare waist under her night shirt, pulling her closer to him as he deepened the kiss. Y/N's fingers tangled in his hair, and their kisses became intense, their tongues dancing together with a growing intensity.
Their mouths molded together in a passionate embrace, their desire and love for each other burning brightly. The room felt like it was charged with electricity as they continued to explore each other's lips and tasted the longing that had fueled their separation.
Their kiss grew more and more heated, their bodies pressing together as if they couldn't get close enough. Y/N could feel the crotch of Steve’s trousers getting tighter against her bare thigh. The world outside disappeared, and in that moment, it was just Steve and Y/N, their love rekindled in a way that left them both breathless.
As the kiss deepened, the unspoken words of love filled the room. Steve and Y/N were together again, and the passion they shared was undeniable, a testament to the strength of their connection and the intensity of their feelings.
In the midst of their passionate kiss, Steve and Y/N found themselves drawn to the bed, the intensity of their desire and love too strong to resist. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies, their fingers tracing the contours of their longing.
They sank down onto the queen sized bed, their lips locked in an unquenchable need for each other. Their kisses grew more heated, tongues intertwining in a dance of longing and affection. Piece by piece their clothes came off.
As their hands continued to explore, their hearts beat in sync, their bodies pressed close, their desire intensifying with each passing moment. The room was filled with the electrifying tension and whispers of are you sure.
“Always. I want you Stevie.” she said.
In the midst of their passionate embrace, the unspoken promise of something more hung in the air, a future where their love and connection would deepen even further. It was a night of rekindled passion, and the shared intimacy was a testament to the depth of their love.
They've had numerous intimate moments, including passionate kisses and lots of heavy petting in the back of Steve's car. However, Steve has always wanted his first time with his girl to be meaningful, so they decided not to rush things and wait for the perfect moment.
And now it had arrived. The perfect moment they dreamt about when they were alone in bed.
As their bodies intertwined and moulded into one, Steve held one of Y/N’s hands beside her head. Giving it a gentle squeeze to check that she was ok. Y/N's free hand started to wander over Steve's skin, tracing the scars that adorned his body as her eyes pinched shut as he entered her. Each scar of Steve’s told a story, a testament to the battles he had fought, both against supernatural creatures and his own past. Y/N's touch was gentle, her fingers moving with care and tenderness as she explored the marks that marred his otherwise strong and reassuring form.
She felt a deep connection to him in that intimate moment, as if her touch had the power to heal and soothe the wounds, both seen and unseen. The scars were a part of him, a reminder of the challenges he had faced and the sacrifices he had made, and Y/N's touch conveyed her acceptance and admiration for the man he had become. It was a moment of vulnerability and trust, a silent understanding that their love transcended any physical imperfections, and that they embraced each other, scars and all.
Minutes turned into what what felt like hours. Heavy breathing and moans were muffled under the thin white duvet to stop anyone from hearing. Steve always said he’d give his girl the stars and y/n began to see them as her eyes fluttered to a close as she was reaching her peak.
As their bodies lay entwined in the aftermath, Steve and Y/N shared a moment of intimacy that went beyond words. Their foreheads touched, creating a connection that transcended the physical realm. In that close, tender proximity, they exchanged unspoken affections, feelings of love, and the profound bond they shared.
Steve's hair was damp with sweat, his physical exertion and their intense connection having left him slightly disheveled. It was a testament to the fervor of their love and the passion they had expressed in each other's arms. His breathing had slowed, and the warmth of his skin mingled with Y/N's, creating a cocoon of intimacy.
With their foreheads touching, their eyes met in a lingering gaze. In that quiet moment, they communicated their emotions without the need for words, their love and desire flowing between them. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, their hearts beating as one, wrapped in the serene aftermath of their passionate union.
Steve slowly untangled himself from Y/N's embrace and reached for his jacket, which had been discarded on the floor during their passionate encounter. He fished inside the pocket, a mischievous glint in his eyes, as he retrieved a small, neatly wrapped package.
He presented it to Y/N with a tender smile, his eyes reflecting the depth of his emotions. "I wanted to give you something, a sign of a promise for our future. A late birthday present." he said, his voice soft and full of love.
Y/N took the package, her heart racing with anticipation. Covering herself with the duvet with careful fingers, she unwrapped the gift to reveal a delicate box. As she opened it, her eyes widened with surprise and delight.
Nestled inside was a promise ring, a symbol of Steve's commitment and love for her. Her fingers ran over the small but beautiful ring. Engraved on the inside of the band were the words, "Love is Weird," a phrase that had often been shared between them, a reminder of the quirks and imperfections that made their love unique and special and always caused them to giggle thinking back to their childhood.
Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she gazed at the meaningful gift. She looked at Steve, her voice quivering with emotion. "It's beautiful, Stevie."
Steve reached for the ring and gently slid it onto her finger, sealing their promise with a loving kiss. Their hearts were connected, and the promise of their enduring love was symbolised in the precious ring that now adorned Y/N's hand. It was a moment of commitment and devotion, a promise to weather life's challenges together, no matter how weird or wonderful it might be.
“One day I’ll be able to afford the real thing I promise. But first I’ve got to get your Dad back on Team Steve. God, I’d fight a Demogorgon any day over the wrath of your Dad” they both laughed.
“I love you so much Stevie but maybe let’s not start by him catching you naked in my bedroom huh?” She said with a giggle. Steve started to get up pulling his tight white boxer briefs up his thighs. “Where are you going Stevie? We have a lot to make up for before we both go to The Upside Down tomorrow.”
Steve removed his boxers once more and dived back under the covers. Neither had plans of sleeping anytime soon for they did not know what tomorrow had in store for them.
Their love story, once fraught with anguish and doubt, became a testament to the power of love and resilience. They understood that love wasn't always easy, that it often required sacrifice and hard work, but it was always worth it.
In the end, Steve Harrington, the charming ex-bad boy of Hawkins, had not only won the heart of the girl he'd loved since childhood but over time he would begin to earn back the respect and acceptance of her father. Their love, once forbidden and fraught with obstacles, had prevailed, proving that sometimes, love can conquer even the most stubborn of hearts.
As Steve and Y/N looked ahead to their future, they knew that life would still present challenges, but they were confident that they could overcome anything together even The Upside Down. Their love story was no longer a bittersweet memory but a thriving, passionate, and enduring reality.
Because let’s be honest, love is weird right? Especially when you’re dating Steve Harrington.
Tagging mutuals & a few accounts I love @castlexofxglass @forevermoreharrington @hopsgirl @whoahoney @palmtreesx3 @ghostlyfleur @seatnights @kersficrecs @munsonsreputation @andvys @upsidedownwithsteve @sunshinesteviee @lovebugism @loveshotzz @wroteclassicaly @jadeylovesmarvelxo @hungharrington @xxhellfiregirlxx <3 sorry if I forgot anyone.
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Ⳋ᧙ hi everyone!! i've read a ton of fics this month, so i hope you all enjoy my faves of february!! Ⳋ᧙ ⑅part 1⑅
I made 2 post's for february cause it was too long lol
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ellie williams
❀᧓ ellie fic by @elslvrsworld bbf!ellie x curious!reader | men dni, swearing, kissing, suggestive, brief mention of weed, corruption kink (if u squint), no smut (yet ;p) player!ellie, kind of innocent!reader, 1.6k words
-your brothers best friend.
❀᧓ in the pale moonlight by @sweetmourninglambie e. williams x fem! reader | weed usage lol, thigh riding, established relationship, clothed sex i guess, high sex (?), reader is a femme, fluff, kinda dom! ellie and sub! reader, and pet names, 2.7k
-the familiar sound of ellie’s lighter flickering to life caught your attention, enough that you turned away from the movie she had put on for the two of you to watch together.
❀᧓ late by @tashasbabe ellie williams x reader | profanity, strap rubbing, masturbation
-“i’m still thinking about you.”
❀᧓ ellie blurb by @moonalumi high sub!top ellie williams x reader | ELLIE BEGGING ELLIE BEGGING GUYS, fingering (r and e receiving) they do it to each other at the same time, reader and ellie also compete for dominance kinda, ma/mama kink
-a puff of smoke invades your nose and a coughing ellie causes you to lift up from your resting place on her chest.
❀᧓ ellie blurb by ^ ellie williams x reader | rough strap on sex from the back (r receiving)
-reader w ellies name tattooed on her lower back and when she surprises ellie w it ellie straps her from the back.
❀᧓ ellie blurb by ^ ellie williams x reader | nsfw 18+, scissoring/tribbing, ellie calling u mama
-messy nasty car sex w sub!top ellie
❀᧓ a dare to stupid by @undressrehearsal ellie williams x reader | nsfw, tlou au, college!ellie/reader, mentions of drugs, alcohol, drunk sex, oral (r receiving), 7.5k
-a drunken game of truth or dare overtakes your study session
❀᧓ ellie fic by @elslvrsworld f1 driver!ellie x girlfriend!reader | men dni, 2.0k words, porn w/ plot (kindof), wlw sex, oral (e!receiving), degradation (pretty vanilla), + praise, pet names (baby, mama, princess, etc;) vulgarity, profanity, dom!ellie, sub!reader, riding (r!receiving), smacking (like a lil tap), ellie refers to strap as her cock, overstimulation, nipple sucking, mating press (r!receiving), black reader, angry!ellie kinda dirtyy hollon
-ellie loses a race just by a second and needs a to place her anger somewhere.
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wanda maximoff
❀᧓ her favorite drug by @scarletlizzard wanda x fem!reader | minors dni, drug use (marijuana), smoking, smut, cunnilingus, fingering, strap on use (r receiving), fluff
-your girlfriend is a stoner. one night, you decide you finally want to try some.
❀᧓ mind games by @wandasverison wanda maximoff x fem!reader | 18+, two second mommy kink, slight electrocution (if that’s even what you’d call it), smut for sure, oh yeah mind reading (major), mind altering? (slight? not really, just trippy Wanda powers)
-gf!wanda maximoff; reader makes a joke about Wanda invading their mind while they have sex, Wanda takes it a little too seriously and y/n makes it up to her with apologies and a little seduction.
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natasha romanoff
❀᧓ let's run away by @marvelfilth natasha romanoff x f!reader
-it's your wedding day and you can't be seen with natasha
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the bear
carmen berzatto
❀᧓ dad!carmen blurb by @gxtitobxby dad!carmen berzatto x reader
-i’m thinking of his little daughter one night, sitting at the kitchen table with her hair wet from the shower, brushed back and leaving a damp spot on the back of her pyjama shirt, and she’s having some fruit for dessert while you wash dishes and carmen prepares her lunch for school tomorrow, and out of nowhere she asks absentmindedly “daddy could you pack some extra please?”
❀᧓ the feeling by @thebearer carmen berzatto x reader | 18+minors dni. mentions of a gun and alcohol but not in a bad way lol? established relationship. slight mentions of a dom/sub dynamic. language. but really just fluff fluff fluff &lt;3
-a little tipsy, definitely hungry, and missing carmen, you find your way to the restaurant after closing to see him.
❀᧓ cute blurb by ^ carmen berzatto x reader
-carmy’s gf being dropped off at carmy’s restaurant (after closing) after another girls night, and she’s so drunk that she doesn’t recognize carmy for a second
❀᧓ sixth sense by ^ carmen berzatto x reader
-carmy has a sixth sense for when his gf hasn’t eaten. Even on the days where she has no headache, no aching tummy, he just takes one look at her and makes that one face and is like “Are you fucking kidding me?”
❀᧓ treat me tonight by @answer2jeff carmen berzatto x reader | fluffy smut, fem!reader, oral (fem receiving), piv sex (unprotected), both reader and carmen have a bit of a praise kink, brief hairpulling, the "L-word," established relationship, gets a little rough towards the end, back scratching, porn with no real plot
-"try it,"
❀᧓ girl dinner by @mayfieldss carmen berzatto x reader
-"what the fuck is girl dinner?"
❀᧓ more, more, more by @atrwriting carmen berzatto x coworker!reader | SMUT!, alcohol consumption, alcohol consumption with sex, smoking, p in v penetration, work relationships, overstimulation, carmen berzatto being an absolute mind blowing fuck
-you didn’t really know how it happened.
❀᧓ a little taste by @caramelberzatto carmen berzatto x reader | 18+, swearing, p in v, etc. afab!reader. no use of pronouns
-he called your name through the dark apartment, but it went unheard from where you laid, face down.
❀᧓ sunshine baby by ^ pre-fatherhood dad!carm x fem!reader | mildy suggestive content, pregnancy. fem!reader, use of fem pronouns
-the temperatures in the past week had sky-rocketed, leaving you sweating with even the slightest amount of movement, and that wasn’t taking into account the hot flashes that came with pregnancy.
❀᧓ yours, cb. by @lovebitters carmen berzatto x reader | fluff, 1.02k
-carmen writes a letter to you the day before he proposes, reflecting on your relationship.
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sirius black
❀᧓ sirius blurb by @wzrd-wheezes sirius black x reader | smut
-reader who has a hard time cumming and sirius helps with that
❀᧓ little lies by @amiableness sirius black x fem!reader | smut 18+, male masturbation, oral fem receiving, fingering, unprotected sex (pls be so careful!), reader wears a bikini top, and jealousy, 11.4k
-james asks sirius and y/n to pretend to date after he blurts out they are to lily.
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james potter
❀᧓ late night snacks by @shiftermia james potter x reader, platonic!peter pettigrew x reader | fluff
-where james catches you and peter in the kitchens
❀᧓ end game by @pretty-little-mind33 james potter x slytherin!fem!reader | fluff/hurt and comfort, rivalry, chaser!captain!james, chaser!captain!reader, secret relationship (previous enemies to lovers), injuries, swearing, protective!james
-playing quidditch against your secret boyfriend is usually fun…
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remus lupin
❀᧓ a christmas special by @moonstruckme remus lupin x fem!reader | mentions of alcohol, smut mdni, p in v, oral (fem receiving), praise, inexperienced reader, shy little idiots in love, 11k
-after christmas eve at remus' flat, thick snowfall prevents you from going home. he's more than happy to host you
❀᧓ grumpy x sunshine by @underoospeterparker  grumpy!remus lupin x sunshine!fem!reader
-"why the annoyed look, moons?" sirius laughed, nudging his best friend. "problems in paradise?"
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poly!marauders
❀᧓ ❝i am half-agony, half-hope. . . i have loved none but you.❞ by @sunnami (1/2) poly!marauders x reader, (james potter x reader, lily evans x reader, remus lupin x reader, and sirius black x reader.) | reader is referred to as she/her and a mother throughout the whole fic[!], reader is a violent gremlin who craves blood but the marauders love you for that, implied child abuse[!], mentions of blood and violence[!], disgustingly sappy poetic fluff, no angst, happy ending, not proofread we die like finnick odair
-how the marauders loved you in their time. featuring harry potter the time-traveller and sixth-wheel.
❀᧓ ❝time will tell.❞ (2/2) by ^ poly!mauraders x reader, (james potter x reader, sirius black x reader, lily evans x reader, and remus lupin x reader.) | reader is referred to mum, with she/her pronouns[!], canon-typical violence [!], canon-typical deaths mentioned[!], very brief marauders as soldiers of the order[!], creepy old men being creepy[!], child abuse[!], pureblood arranged marriages, a minor character expresses wanting to die[!], depressed and traumatized slytherins, the capital is important[!], themes of misogyny [!], teen boys fuck around and find out there are consequences to their actions, THERE IS ACTUALLY A LOT OF FLUFF, angst, 9.5k
-❝you are loved. and harry thinks there is no better description that that.❞
❀᧓ you'd be the love of my life when i was young by ^ poly!marauders x reader (sirius x reader, remus x reader, lily x reader, and james x reader) | slight angst, fluff, lucius malfoy, happy ending
-gryffindors wear their heart on their sleeve when they fall in love. slytherins keep their heart locked far away to keep it from breaking.
❀᧓ possessive by @ellecdc poly!wolfstar x fem!reader | slight injury, nothing major, fluff
-“okay, well the wound is closed but there’s not much i can do about the bruising or the blood on your shirt.”
❀᧓ cute fic by ^ poly!WolfStar x fem!reader | territorial boyfriend, slight jealousy, dom/sub dynamics if you squint but SFW
-you weren’t hiding. not really...
but you were also sort of kind of definitely hiding.
❀᧓ funny blurb by @luveline poly!marauders x fem!reader | mdni please!, 1k
-“what is that?”
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What Happens in New York…
You took in a deep breath as soon as you crossed through the back door of the restaurant and into the parking lot, arms outstretched while you enjoyed the brisk New York air, and declared, “I gotta get me a new job.”
“What?” Sean, your best friend and roommate of several years, taunted from behind you, making up for your head start in a few long strides. “Waiting on rich people not cutting it for you anymore?”
“Waiting on rich, crusty old white men and their wives who seem to drop in age each year isn’t cutting it anymore,” you corrected his statement. “Now gimme that helmet,” you demanded with grabby fingers. “I wanna go home, watch Marvel movies, and finish that bottle of wine we opened on Monday.”
“Speaking of old white men,” the blonde started with a laugh, tossing you your helmet before sitting astride his motorcycle and strapping his own on, “my brother’s in town. Mind if I stop by to say hi?”
“Ah, yes, the G-man,” you nodded all-knowingly, tucking your legs up under you and getting settled behind Sean’s lithe body. “Is he seeing anyone?” Sean purposefully revved the bike and pretended like he couldn’t hear you, so you tapped aggressively on his visor until he turned to give you the stink eye. “I said is he seeing anyone, you dick?”
“What’s it to you, huh?”
“Well, the way you describe him, he’s probably got a nice pension and benefits going with all the hours he works. I could make a cute housewife!”
“Funny,” your best friend deadpanned. He used his foot to raise the kickstand before guiding the bike out to the main road. “Too bad for him, ‘cause you’re my cute housewife.”
“Gross.”
His ensuing laughter got lost in the New York traffic.
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“Do you wanna come in with me?” Sean asked as you hopped off the bike and stretched your legs outside of the precinct.
“Nah,” you shook your head in response and pulled out your phone. “You go ahead and see big bro. I’m taking full advantage of my allotted yard time.”
The blonde rolled his eyes and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You’re a riot. Be back soon.”
“Don’t get in a fight,” you called out lazily amid a yawn, breathing in the cold winter air to ward off your exhaustion.
Several minutes later, you were scrolling idly through your phone while you waited for your friend, leaning against his bike for support and stifling yet another yawn when the hairs at the nape of your neck stood at attention, and you suddenly felt the clarity of alertness.
“Hey there,” a voice called out from nearby, and you studiously ignored the lackluster greeting. It was followed by a whistle that was evidently supposed to woo you, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes, stuffing one hand into your pocket and letting out a disgruntled noise when you weren’t rewarded by your headphones. “This your bike, little lady?”
“Why, you in the market?” you barked back, finally raising your gaze to meet that of an NYPD officer.
“Maybe I am,” he responded with a smile that set you even more on edge. “Wanna take me for a test ride?” His buddy behind him laughed at the innuendo, and this time you did roll your eyes.
“Hard pass.”
“C’mon, baby, you look like you could use some fun in your life,” he continued, and when he took a step closer, your hackles rose. Deciding that my best friend’s brother is an FBI agent wasn’t going to cut it, you answered coolly, “My boyfriend’s an FBI agent working in your office up there, and I don’t think he’d take kindly to you propositioning me outside your precinct. Honor and integrity and all that, right?” You forced your mouth into a smile that dropped when the officer removed the badge pinned to his jacket.
“I’m off the clock, sweetheart. And I don’t see your boyfriend anywhere.”
“Turn around.”
The rumble of an unfamiliar voice had you looking over the officer’s head to find the frowning visage of a handsome brunette with striking features. Sean came to your side protectively, murmuring, “Hey, you okay?” as the officer turned to look up at the imposing older Hotchner and stammered, “I’m- I’m sorry, I didn’t know she was with you.”
The brunette tilted his head to one side and narrowed his eyes, and the air around him positively crackled with power. Quietly, he challenged, “And why should that matter?” As the officer opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, he took a step closer and dropped his voice even lower. “Go home to your wife, Officer-” His eyes darted over to the name tag before continuing, “-McNally, and be ready for a disciplinary hearing at some point this week, because I will be speaking to your supervisor directly.”
He nodded deferentially, refusing to make eye contact, and tried to scurry away, but Sean’s older brother barked, “Officer McNally! Isn’t there something you’d like to say to my girlfriend?”
“Sorry!” he called sheepishly, heat rising to his cheeks despite the chill outside. “Sorry, ma’am, won’t happen again.”
Sean and his brother watched until the officer and his friend had turned the corner, then directed their attention to you. “I hope that wasn’t your introduction to New York’s finest,” the older Hotchner remarked with a frown, holding his hand out to you. “I’m Aaron. Your boyfriend, apparently,” he tacked on, lips twitching to fight a smile.
A blush crept across your cheeks as you took his hand. “Y/N, Sean’s best friend. Sorry about all…that,” you said through a laugh, gesturing broadly at the scene that had just taken place.
“Please don’t apologize. It’s nice to be name dropped for a good reason,” Aaron responded warmly, this time allowing his mouth to turn upward in a genuine smile. Sean coughed pointedly beside you and you hurried to pull your hand from his brother’s grip, your face growing even warmer at the realization you’d been standing there holding his hand for several seconds like an absolute buffoon.
“Home, Sean- we should- gotta go,” you stammered out, wincing at your brain literally short circuiting from a single touch.
“Wow,” Sean breathed out through a laugh. “You actually broke her, Aaron.” Turning to you, he faux-whispered, “So you really do have a thing for older guys?”
“Woah, hey!” You yell to be heard through laughter in the present. “You did not say that,” you call your best friend on his bullshit, pointing a fork threateningly in his direction. Aaron gently lowers your wrist as you continue, “And I wasn’t that awestruck, okay? He was handsome, but I wasn’t like, drooling, guys, c’mon-”
“Maybe just a little,” your fiancé teases, eyes widening playfully when you turn the silverware on him next.
“Derek.” You turn to Aaron’s friend and declare, “You’re getting upgraded to best man and young Hotchner over there is being relegated to flower girl.”
Sean winks at you from his temporary spot on the floor where he’s regaling your friends and families with the story of how he introduced you two- at least, his version of the story. “Just so you know, I happen to look cute in a dress.”
“Have some more champagne, honey,” Aaron instructs with a smile as he refills your flute. You dutifully take a sip and mumble around the glass, “You’re not giving this speech tomorrow, Sean.”
“Speech?” Your best friend barks out a laugh, and you narrow your eyes at him in suspicion. “Baby girl, I’ve got a whole PowerPoint documenting your journey into the family, don’t you worry. Pictures and everything.”
“Aaron,” you whine. “Make it stop.”
“You really know how to pick ‘em,” Aaron laughs before pressing a kiss to your pouting lips.
“Clearly,” you grumble. “You Hotchner men will be the death of me.”
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[A/N: Why did I write this? Who’s to say? I love a lil brother vibe, might have to explore more of Sean’s bff as Aaron’s girl 👀 Hope somebody enjoyed this crack]
AH tags 🖤 @gothwifehotchner
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juiles · 8 months
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All to well
Plot: idk. have fun!
Type: angst and fluff
Warnings: i am in no way saying that this is how all autistic people are!! This fic is based off my PERSONAL experience with autism and sensory overload. Please remember this as you read!!
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Being autistic has drawbacks for a normal person, but for an actress in Marvel movies, it was tough. I’m proud of who I am but I didn’t want the pitying looks, the comments or being stuck as only getting the “autistic” role so for my own sake, I’m not super open about it.
My parents are ashamed of it so they never told anyone and I was forced to mask anytime I was around anyone. Not even Scar knew, and she was my best friend, almost a mother figure to me. I didn’t want her to think any different of me. She’s known me since i was 7 and played her on screen adopted daughter in Iron Man 2.
We’re filming Endgame right now. I’m on my way to set with Scarlett. Today has been a rough day for me so far as my parents woke me up by screaming at me which then caused me to struggle in keeping my mask up. Scar picked me up and I’m already exhausted, I’ve caught myself stimming a few times and quickly stopped it.
When we pulled into the parking lot, i grabbed my bag and walked with her through set to our trailers where we left our stuff and we’re immediately shuffled to makeup and costumes.
“Oh shit…” I mutter staring at the costume in Erica’s hand. “I didn’t realize it was a fight scene today…”
“Babe.” Erica, my assistant and on set guardian says. She’s known about me since the first day which was when i was 7. “You’ve known about this for a week. Are you okay?”
“I’m super over stimulated right now…” I murmur tapping my leg in sets of 7, a common stim for me.
“Let’s do hair and makeup first okay? Keep you out of the costume until the last second okay?” I nod and the two of us move to hair and makeup where Scarlett is getting her hair done.
“Hey, where’s your costume kid?” She asks looking over at me.
“I uh-“ I glance at Erica who steps in for me quickly.
“It had a small tear in it so it’s getting fixed quickly.” Scarlet merely hums in response and I sit. Getting my wig on and makeup done is awful, having everyone touching me and all their voices so close to me ears. I feel a soft hand on my cheek and peek my eyes open to see Scar staring at me in concern.
“Stop grinding your jaw babe…” I release my jaw, not even realizing i had been doing it. “You okay love? You disappeared for a bit there.” I respond with a hum, my voice disappearing from within. “Let’s get your costume on and to set okay?”
I look around quickly and don’t see Erica, Scarlet must see the panic as she quickly says. “She got called away in an emergency. I’m going to be your guardian today.” I nod, feeling the panic bubble up in my chest, but give her a soft smile.
The two of us make our way to my trailer and she helps me quickly slip into the suit. I immediately want to rip it off as it’s skin tight and an uncomfortable material. It feels like it’s digging into my skin and pulling it away as if it’s velcro and my skin is the other side. I take a deep breath and come out to see Scar in costume waiting. “Ready?” I nod and we head to set where I realize it’s a busy day, all original 6 avengers, Lizzie, both Paul’s, Gwen and Cobie are all there. I internally groan as immediately, the girls are coming over to me and Scar talking a mile a minute. I stand next to Scarlett silently until Lizzie turns to me. “Hey kiddo. Ready to fight? We have to fly today.” My eyes widen for a moment before i force a smile and nod at the fake red head in front of me.
“What? Cat got your tongue?” This makes everyone around us laugh but it makes me feel awful. I have no voice, it comes and goes, when it’s gone, my parents ridicule me, I get hit. I look down as i feel my tears well up in my eyes and blink rapidly trying to will them away. I thank god silently when Joe calls us to places which means i get away from the now very suddenly concerned looking Scarlett, Lizzie and Cobie. I’m stuck with Renner as I get rigged up, the feeling of being sick suddenly appearing as more people touch me.
I feel the lump in my throat tighten and the feeling of the harness wrapped around me suddenly makes me feel like it’s constricting my breathing and everyone around me disappeared as my hands flung to the harness, in my panic my hands struggled with the buckle which just made me more infuriated and grunts started coming out as my tears blurred my vision.
I feel a set of hands on mine holding them down, i scream and rip mine away and start scratching at my throat trying to rip it open to get a breath. My eyes started blacking out and the last thing i see is Scarlett’s panicked face as she tries to grab at my hands before it all goes black.
Scarlett’s POV
I know something is off with y/n. Not off but just that she was different. I have had a feeling it was autism for a while now, today proved that to me.
She was silent the whole car ride to set, normally she’d be singing along the radio but she wouldn’t even let me turn it on today. As soon as we got to set she locked herself in her trailer without a word, the next time i saw her, she looked panicked and while she was getting her hair and makeup done she disappeared fully before i brought her back. She has days where she goes mute, she just calls them her bad days, they usually happen on days she has arguments with her parents but normally she can still communicate to me in different ways but today she was completely gone. It got worse as soon as she realized Erica was gone. Walking on to set, she tended up and i saw her tapping her thigh every once in a while. The comment that Lizzie made would normally make her laugh, her reaction today was off.
I watched her from the corner of my eye but had to look away for a second before i heard Renner.
“Y/N!! What are you doing?! You’re going to hurt yourself!” I whip my head around and my heart sinks as i see y/n struggling with her harness, her hands are shaking violently, tears streaming down her face, her eyes are glazed over. I bolt over and grab her hands gently.
“Y/n baby, stop. You’ve got to stop my love.” She rips her hands out of mine and starts clawing at her throat which is when i notice she’s not breathing properly. She’s barely able to get a small breath. Instincts kick in for me and i turn to the cast and crew crowding her. “Give her space. Now. I need someone to set up a dark room with minimal sound and her clothes she was wearing this morning as well as the blanket from my trailer. A cold cloth and her wig taken off.” I turn around as she starts to collapse, i grab her arm and quickly wrap an arm around her waist. “Now!”
It’s a bit of a blur after that honestly, the next thing i know, im alone with her in the green room after everything is unplugged and blankets are draped over the windows. Her wig is already off and someone hands me my blanket and her clothes before silently leaving. I help her unconscious body out of the suit and into her clothes before draping my weighted blanket over her body. I sit back and stare at her, not touching her at all but close enough if she needs me.
It felt like hours but looking at my watch, it shows it’s only been 20 minutes when she finally wakes up.
My heart is beating what feels like a million mile a minute with panic as i watch her blue eyes flutter open before she looks around the room for a moment. Her hand comes out of the blanket and she starts tapping her thigh again, her head nodding along to each tap. She squeezes her eyes shut and i can hear her voice mumbling. “I’m safe. I’m here. I’m y/n.” Over and over again, i quietly cough to get her attention and she quickly sits up and her head whips up to look at me with wide eyes, both hands start scratching at the other wrist. “Oh my god…”
“Baby, you are safe. It’s just me.”
“No… no… no no no no no no no no.” She started tugging her hair and rocking slightly. “They’re going to kill me… you aren’t supposed to know…”
I quickly scoot over and grab her hands before pulling her into my chest, she tenses for a moment before melting into my arms. “I can’t hide it anymore Scar…”
“I know baby… I know.” I mutter into her hair swaying us back and forth slightly.
“I’m autistic…”
“Oh baby i know…” She freezes and looks at me with wide eyes. I can ready the fear in her blue eyes. “You hide it really really well but I’m basically your mom my love. I had suspicions but didn’t want to push you into telling me. Today was too much.” She nods burying herself back into me. “I need you to know that I will always listen to you. That if you ever feel like that again, you can tell me and i’ll get you out of it. Baby seeing you pass out was terrifying. I need you to know that if you’re that overwhelmed, that you do not have to do all that.”
“But… my parents don’t want everyone knowing… they’re all gonna know now…” She mumbles into me, my heart cracks.
“Baby being autistic is not a bad thing. It makes you even more amazing. It’s not something to be ashamed of at all. You are allowed to be who you are. To stim when your emotions are too high. To have bad days. I am here to show you that.” I say looking her directly into her eyes. “I’m here to support you.”
Tears welled up in her eyes as she nodded quickly. She sat up and started tapping her thigh as she stared at me. “This is my favourite stim, it’s really subtle but it calms me down… i count the most important people in my life.” She then looks down at her hand as she taps each finger. “Scarlett.” Tap. “Lizzie.” Tap. “Renner.” Tap. “Gwen.” Tap. “Cobie.” Tap. “Rob.” Tap. “Rosie.” Tap. “It reminds me that you guys would love me, no matter how broken or weird i am because i know how much you care.” She looked up at me through her eyelashes. “Another one is tapping here.” She taps her chest right above her heart twice. “Right here.” She does the tap to each word. “This is where you sit in my body. I usually only do this one when I’m not wearing my necklace. Playing with that is the stim i can do out in public.” I pulled her into my arms again as I cried.
“Oh baby…”
“You’ve always been my safe space Scar…”
“And i will be your safe space for the rest of eternity.”
We sit in silence for a few minutes before she pulls away with a smile. “Thank you. For learning how to help me.”
“You are more than welcome my love. Let’s go home and have a calm day okay?” She nods before standing up, pulling my weighted blanket over herself. I stand and wrapping my arms around her waist, the two of us make our way out of the room to find Lizzie standing not too far away, crying into Gwyneths arms. Y/n instantly runs over to her and wraps her arms around the crying woman. Lizzie jumps before she turns and sees who it is and wraps the girl into her arms.
“I’m so sorry bug. I shouldn’t have made that comment. I know how bad your parents are.” Y/n shakes her head pulling back and squeezes Lizzie’s hands. “Liz that wasn’t what caused that.” She takes a glance back at me before taking a deep breath and looks back at Lizzie. “I’m autistic and I was overstimulated and everything was just too much. I won’t lie, the comment did hurt a little but i know you didn’t say it in a mean way. You didn’t hurt me, memories of my parents saying stuff hurt me. But not you.” Lizzie’s eyes widen and she glances at me before she nods breathing to calm herself down. “If you ever need to talk or are struggling you can talk to me bug.”
Y/n nods with a small smile. “I know Liz.”
“Hey. Me too.” We all turn our head to see Gwyneth with a pout on her face. “You scared the shit out of me kiddo. Never do that again. Understand?” She pulls y/n’s laughing form into her arms.
“I understand mother Paltrow.” She says making us all chuckle.
Y/n pulls away and biting her cheek looks at me. “I- i uh- I’m not ready to face everyone else yet…”
“They already left bug. It’s just us four left.” Lizzie said smoothing the crazy hair down on y/n’s head. “I couldn’t leave worried i hurt you and Gwyn couldn’t leave me alone but everyone else left to give you privacy. Scarlett went full mama bear mode and screamed at some people for trying to push her into anything. It was great.” Y/n chuckled, which brings a grin to my face.
“Of course you did. But i wouldn’t trade you for the world.”
“I love you too baby.” I say kissing her head softly.
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brooooswriting · 11 months
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Hey can I request a fic with Jenna or Tara up to you but it’s like reader is not used to people listening and liking her rambling about something she’s passionate about like super hero’s and comics for example and then Jenna or Tara actually do listen without stopping her and saying she’s annoying and then reader gets all giddy and happy
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Popular!Tara Carpenter x reader
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“Did you see the Marvel movie I recommended? It’s really great, the way-“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence before your roommate turned away to talk to someone else which made your shoulder sink. This was quite common, your friends never really listened to you, no matter how important the topic was to you. You loved films, it was just a passion of yours as it gave you some sense of comfort in a shitty household. It was also something to do when everybody else was out but you stayed in due to anxiety. You never guessed today would be different.
“Which one? The new guardian of the galaxy?” A small brunette asked, you didn’t even notice her sit down. She must have sat down while you were quiet for a second after you were interrupted. “N-no, the black widow one” you mumbled out carefully, deciding to keep your sentences short, it minimized the risk of getting cut off. “That’s a great one, the Dynamic between Natasha and Yelena is awesome” she smiled at you. You took a second to look at the girl, she was familiar somehow, you believed that she was in your calculus lecture. “Yeah, it’s nice” you mumbled as you played with your water bottle, you guys had a break but you didn’t like eating in front of people. “And she has never watched it?” The girl asked causing you to shake your head, “well which other marvel movie would you recommend and why?” Your face lit up immediately, hers did too. “Oh, the new Thor movie is quite nice, it has a lot of comedy to it but still maintains a balance between jokes and actual storyline. But if you like leading female roles you should watch the new black panther…” you were, again, interrupted by your roommate who now just noticed the brunette in front of you.
“Omg Tara, when did you sit down? I didn’t even notice you, or I would have rescued you earlier” the side eye that was thrown your way was pretty hard but what was even harder was how the brunette, Tara it seems, laughed. You thought she was dearly interested but you were wrong. With disappointment settled into your chest you stood up and walked away, deciding to go back to your dorm room to read some comics you just got. You didn’t notice the way Tara watched you walk away.
The next time you saw her was the next day in your calculus lecture, she sat a row in front of you with two other girls and two guys, while you sat alone. You knew one of the girls that sat next to her, Mindy, she was in your lecture about film and you worked some project together. The short haired girl turned around and waved at you which made you smile as you waved back.
During the lecture you glanced at the group every now and then to notice the following things: 1. One of the guys was watching football while the other one was weirdly starring at Tara, 2. Mindy was asleep by now and her girlfriend was doing some work for another lecture and 3. Tara was clearly not getting shit down there and she was the next person that had to pretend, which made her panic.
“Psst, Tara” you mumbled lightly kicking her chair which made her turn, “come up here and I’ll explain it and give you my work” you told her looking straight ahead so the prof wouldn’t notice. In a matter of seconds the girl climbed over the table and sat next to you, “you’re my savior” she mumbled out as she scribbled your answers down while you explained why you did what. “Miss Carpenter, it’s your turn presenting” the prof called out causing her to stand up, she gave you one last look. You nodded at her as a signal of support.
“Wow, I gotta say I’m impressed. This is the best you’ve been the whole year, seems like you improved. Well, lecture is over” you quickly packed your bag and walked out before the brunette came back up but she seemed to be quick enough to still catch up outside. She stood next to you and grabbed your arm to bring you to a hold, “thanks, you really saved me there. Let me take you out for coffee as a thank you” she smiled at you as you two stood in the middle of the hall, people watching you. It was uncommon, someone as popular as Tara with someone as shy as you.
“You don’t have to, but thank you. I just saw you struggle so I thought I could help, and I’m happy I could, you really don’t though. Mr. Bakers exercises are pretty hard most of the time so I totally get why you struggled” Tara watched you ramble with a small smile, she liked when you rambled. She had been watching you for a couple of weeks now, in the lecture and out on campus, or when you were with Mindy. “As much as I like your rambling, I’m taking you out for coffee. You still gotta tell me a bit” she grabbed your wrist again and pulled you into a caffe on the other side of the street.
She ordered and after a small argument also payed your food. “So, are you at the frat parts tonight?” She asked as you walked over the campus with coffee in hand, “no” you mumbled as you played with the cup in your hand. “Why not? I bet it’s gonna be fun” she smiled at you, she liked your shyness. “I don’t really like big parties especially if I barely know anyone, too many people and I still have stuff do to for the classes” you explained, “you would know me and Mindy and your roommate is gonna be there too right?” You only shrugged which caused her to drop the conversation.
“Tara, nice to see you” one girl you didn’t know called out which caused the two of you to stop. “Hey, how are you?” Tara asked the girl as she gave her a quick hug, you zoned out while they talked not noticing that they walked away, but it seems like they also didn’t notice that you didn’t walk with them. When you zoned back again they were kinda gone already, so you decided to turn around and head to the dorms throwing your coffee into the trash.
It was 10:30 pm when you sat in your dorm watching the Hawkeye series again until there was a knock on the door which confused you, your roommate only left 20 minutes ago there was no way she would be back already. So you finally stood up and opened the door to see Tara in a short dress with makeup on. She looked ready to go, so why would she be here? “Hi” she only said as she looked up at you, “what can I do for you?” You asked her as you looked over her shoulder. “You disappeared today, I wanted to check on you” you breathed out a laugh at her words, “you left with somebody else. I though you wanted to go to the party” she sighed as she looked into the dorm. “I did but I think I’d rather stay with you” your face bushed so hard that you tried to cover your face as best as possible. Nonetheless you took a step to the side to let the girl enter your dorm where she was quick to look around your side.
There were posters from the marvel movies and some pictures on the wall, the shelf’s were filled with comics and some books. “So what are we watching? She asked as she sat on your bed, making herself at home, “I was watching the Hawkeye series but we can watch whatever” you mumbled as you sat next to her. “Is that with the guy who shoots arrows?” You laughed a bit as you sat down next to her, “yeah, Hawkeye or Clint Barton but it isn’t just about him”
Five minutes later you were rambling about what kind of impact someone like Kate bishop had on the whole phase and what could possibly happen between Yelena and her. You were talking on and on without any pause, a smile on your face and your hands wildly gesticulating. “I mean it’s just something different you know? And the way they keep on putting more women into the leading roles just gives us as women a totally new opportunity” and again you just kept on talking until you suddenly stopped and just looked at the brunette in front of you. “What’s wrong? Why’d you stop?” She asked as she scanned your face, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to talk the whole time and annoy you” you said as you tuned away from her a bit. “What? Why’d you say that? I was very interested, come on keep talking” she encouraged you with a hand on your leg. “Really?” The shock on your face made her laugh a bit, “yeah”
So you kept talking, you were all giddy, smiling and laughing as you explained why you were so invested and she listened, sometimes asking questions but all with a smile on her face. “Do you maybe wanna, you know, stay and watch it with me? I could lend you something to wear if you want” she smiled brightly as she nodded.
Ten minutes later you two laid in bed in joggers and hoodies, her makeup was washed off showing her natural beauty. The Hawkeye series was playing in the background, “thank you” your voice was small and she wouldn’t have heard you if you weren’t laying so close. “Why?” She asked as she looked at you instead of you laptop, “because you listened to me, people barely do” you explained which made her sigh. The younger carpenter wasn’t sure what to say so instead she just shuffled closer and cuddled up to you.
Somewhere between the episode the two of you fell asleep, cuddled up with the series playing quietly. You woke up the next morning with a sticky note next to your pillow, it was from Tara.
“I had to go back before my sister kills me. Lunch at 2pm? If not call me
Xxx-xxx-xxx”
You smiled at the note as you got ready.
After some torturing lectures it was finally 2 pm. You went outside to find Tara and her group sitting at a table, she immediately waved you over. “Y/n, good that you’re here. Marvel or DC?” Mindy asked as Tara pulled you to sit next to her. “Marvel all the way” you answered causing Mindy and the younger carpenter to high-five. “No, so not true. DC has way better storylines” Chad said, his twin immediately booing him. “Y/n, tell him how he is wrong” the girl next to you said, but you were to self conscious about your rambling. “It’s fine, trust me” she mumbled as she wrapped her arms around your waist which gave you the comfort to start talking.
This was the first time in years that you finally had someone who wanted to listen to you. You discussed the topics with the others while Tara gazed up at you like you hung the stars.
Again you mumbled a “thank you” to her which made her kiss your cheek. You blushing again
She couldn’t wait to take you on a date.
You were scared of the way people were going to react.
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avaf00rdxx · 2 months
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With my best friend
Caitlin Foord x Reader
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Warnings : slight mention of anxiety, break up
Summary : in which lifelong Best friends slowly come to senses about their close connection to their number one person.
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2011
“hi I’m y/n” you said to a shorter girl who looked just as nervous as you.
“Yeah I know. They said your name before”
“Oh yeah of course” you said pulling your hand away as you had it out to shake. Pretty formal for 17 year olds. She then grabbed your hand from my side back up again and shook it “Caitlin”
You smiled as you both focused you attention onto the information evening of the Matilda’s new squad members.
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2011
“Caitlin you did it I flipping knew it!” You squealed to your roommate. She was starting for Australia, for the first time of her career and you couldn’t have been prouder.
“And I get to start with you!” She squealed as you both jumped around your hotel room.
You two were both in New Zealand when you were called about you both starting together. You made your debut last week, coming on in the last 5 minutes. But Caitlin would make her debut starting.
The game the next day: you managed to receive a pass from Clare as you ran up the field. You felt no one too close on you but you spotted Caitlin completely open just close enough to the goal, possibly not even close enough to you. You still passed to her just near the goal, a pretty impressive pass, as she sent a header straight into the back of the net. Slipping just past the keepers hands. She yelled in excitement as you jumped straight into your best friends arms.
“You did it cait!” You screamed holding her face in your hands before the rest of your Australian teammates jumped onto the two of you, causing you to collapse.
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2020 (quite the time jump ngl)
“Hey you” you felt arms wrap around your sweaty neck. It was your girlfriend Ona. You had just beaten her Spanish team 2-1 in your match tonight. You celebrated with your respected team after your win while ona had a chat with hers. After signing shirts and posters and doing your laps around the stadium. You were standing around with Macca, Caitlin and Alanna before your girlfriend greeted all of you.
You turned around to give her a big hug, wrapping your arms tightly around her neck. “Proud of you” she whispered as she kissed your cheek.
“Even more proud of you”
She smiled at you before you both turned back around to your three best friends “hey guys” ona said before hugging all of them.
Caitlin’s POV
Ona seemed brilliant for y/n. I don’t see her smile that much than when she’s with her. But there’s just something about her, something sour that turns me off about when she’s with y/n.
I hugged her lightly, smiling. Knowing how much this meant for y/n. Seeing us get along with her. I’ve seen Ona put stress on y/n, it’s from the long distance. Some nights in our hotel room she has been teary about how difficult it gets. I think it’s that that is bugging me.
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2021
“So fucking stupid” y/n sobbed into Alannas arms as we were in her hotel room. At another camp.
The long distance no longer worked for ona and my best friend. “Like it’s like all that trying and effort for the long distance wasn’t even worth it!” She exclaimed into Alan as shoulder.
“Oh Sweet Girl it was I promise it was” alanna soothed to her.
I did feel terrible. The couple had been together since when they met at Barca in 2018. And everyone loved them together. My heart ached at y/ns state. Soaking Alannas top, while Mac ran her hands through her hair. I said some words to her as I sat close to her.
After about 4 hours of room service, and 2 marvel movies. Y/n and me saw the other two girls out. As I shut the door, y/n pulled me close into a bone crushing hug. I wrapped my arms around her torso.
“Thank you for that. Love you” she said before pulling away and hopping into the shower.
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July 2021
Y/n’s pov
I gripped tightly onto Caitlin’s hand as the plane went through multiple stages of turbulence over the last hour. For the past 10 years, you had always held her hands during bumpy travel together. It just soothed your plane anxiety.
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The final whistle blew as you fell to your knees. Hands covering your face. It was the semi finals, you had made it. And you went down 1-0 to Sweden. Tears slowly tried to fall out of your eyes. As you quickly brushed them away. Once finding yourself again moments later and standing up. You hugged some of the Swedish girls and then embraced Sam in a tight hug. Both showing how proud of each other you were. When in Sam’s arms, you looked over her shoulder to find your best friend standing by herself looking up to the sky in disbelief. You let yourself out of Sam’s arms before smiling at her then jogging over to Caitlin. She didn’t notice you at first as you pulled her towards you to giver her a huge hugger. Her head hung low on your shoulder, “I’m proud of you. And for that goal” you whispered.
“Thanks” she said holding you tighter. It was slightly disappointing. You were so close to reaching that gold medal, but just slipped before the last step.
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The very short plane back to London was soothing. A smooth trip with sleepy girls. So it was very relaxing. Caitlin very quickly fell asleep in her seat next to you. She slept with her mouth hung open which made you giggle. You quickly snapped a photo before posting it to your close friends instagram story. You found yourself in your camera roll looking at the photo just taken. Then the suggestions of Caitlin box came up under the photo. You clicked on it as the photos app took you to all of the photos of you and Caitlin. From as long as you remembered. You smiled remembering the memories. She really has been the glue to your whole life.
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A/N
Ok so there is no romance between Caitlin and reader in this. But there be part 2 super soon so hold your nickers.
Luv yall💗💗
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