#like i could go on & on abt how much i adore this movie
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Ok now im curious 👀 what are ur gripes with the movie? O:
so I dont want to be too negative abt this movie. it's new and it's beautiful and fun and the fact that the main character is a black girl is just... hell yeah??? I would've adored this movie as a kid, and I'm sure it'll mean a lot to a lot of ppl, and I hope it gets big. but also I cant Not think abt these things, so:
so ok the general plot is VERY how to train your dragon, so w the mc, maisie, we get that same character progression of: looks up to the beast hunters & wants to join them > realizes they aren’t the heroes she imagined them to be & the beasts aren’t actually blood thirsty monsters either > decides the pointless fighting between the two needs to stop, & she wants to stop it. basically my problem is that it just feels.. weird having the little black girl be the one at the forefront of this huge social change, and having her end up putting herself in harm's way in an attempt to achieve that
especially when 1) you expect her to be the main focus, but the movie doesn’t even start w her. and after her brief introduction, we get a whole lot of learning abt the adults + their motives, our main focus being on the white guy, jacob, & the (also white) captain, n she only gets small scenes in all this time (i’d say the focus shifts back to her abt 40 minutes in?). and 2) in what little bit we get of her at the start, shes such a charming character, but then once we get to the realization part of her story arch its like... idk how to describe it. it's like shes been possessed by the writers trying to express their message. at the start shes a normal naive kid, but then suddenly shes got everything figured out & is having these super wise takes on the situation as if shes always felt this way & isn’t just a little kid who’s learning all this stuff at the same time as the viewers & jacob.
basically it just feels like shes here to be the writers’ voice? & can’t just be.. a kid? there’s a couple things that happen at the end that I was rly hoping wouldn’t happen, bc its typical for her kind of character, n then it Does happen n I'm like. cmon yall.... like they fit the trope yeah but it feels Bad when the character is a black girl. like it feels like it sends a concerning message. & honestly I feel like if this were a darker, more mature movie, she would've died somewhere in/nearing the climax of the story. it rly did just feel like she was there to teach our white characters a lesson in the end.
second problem, there’s a witch-type character that shows up briefly, & she has the typical hook-nosed big frizzy-haired evil snakey type design. and I feel like, with how this movie seems to pride itself on its diversity, you’d think someone on the creative crew would've caught that. it feels like even in more “progressive” media, ppl will make exceptions for antisemitism & fatphobia. i imagine someone would make the excuse “well maybe they didn’t know!!” but no. its 2022. they know. lmao
anyway, that's basically it. besides a few very minor issues w story (ending felt weirdly.. empty?? idk why) and design choices (beast designs feel out of place when compared to.. everything else in this movie. they kinda look like gummy candy. cute as hell don’t get me wrong!! but it's kind of jarring at times lol)
#hiii sorry for the wait#n sorry for the. all the words. i hope its readable LMAO#anyway like i said i love this movie & want it to get sooo much love bc its so good & has a nice message &#doesnt try to pull punches w that message#& i love that more kids movies/shows (& rly good ones too!!) are having black protags#like i could go on & on abt how much i adore this movie#but also im. concerned#like if it does get big. how will ppl perceive it?#i know if it gets a fandom ppl r going to be sooo weird abt it. abt jacob & maisie & sarah#focusing only on the white characters & pushing aside/reducing the roles of the black ones#seeing maisie only as the one who Tells It Like It Is & shes so Brave & Smart & Good for putting herself in danger to protect the beasts#& teaching the Himbo White Guy empathy or w ever#bc the movie already kinda does this yknow??#anyway 🤷🏽♀️#smudgy.txt#.asks
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hii could you do a fake dating trope with Percy?
FAKE DATING PERCY JACKSON HC'S ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆
pairing: percy jackson x unclaimed!fem!reader
warnings: swearing, like one mention of the giggidy + really shitty family members making comments abt weight.
a/n: it actually took me a good three seconds to decide to write this. i love love LOVE the fake dating trope omg. so yes please! im also going on a break tonight and i wanted to post something before i left hence why this is hc and not a fic <33
you had approached percy with the deal of fake dating first
he was convinced you were playing a joke on him and had declined but when you had actually given him a list of pros and cons he was swayed
he agrees really quickly - a little too quickly
when the camp had found out you were dating nobody was shocked cause they'd all been shipping you for years
percy would show up at your cabin every morning to walk you to breakfast no matter what
you would hang out more and more eventually just spending all your free time together
convincing the camp you were dating insisted of hands in back pockets of jeans, random hugs (which you've become quite a fan of), little notes left in each others cabins, and cheek kisses.
you had a "date day" every saturday
that is percy's favourite day of the week.
a whole day hanging out with you? hell yeah
when percy invited you home for the holiday's you agreed but warned him he might have to meet your own family
he agreed and assured you its fine
sally loves you.
like she thinks of you as her daughter and welcomes you with warm hugs and food
when your family demands asks to meet percy you both dress nicely and you brace yourself for an awful night
your family is appalling to you but adoring to percy
they make comments all night "oh, so are you two fucking or what?"
"nope just dating," percy reassures wrapping an arm around you.
he snaps when one of your aunts make a comment about you eating.
"are you sure you wanna eat that y/n? you'll get even more fat."
"shut the fuck up! she has literally eaten nothing all day one fucking cracker isn't going to change that."
he practically drags you out of the house flipping off your family members when the follow you both out.
tears sting at your eyes when you realise how much that meant to you
to cheer you up percy takes you for ice-cream (and you both get double scoops thank you very much) and back home to sally
sally who was warned by percy when you left your house that y/n was in need of some cheering up blue cookies style
you curl up on the couch together and spend the night watching trashy movies and gossiping like teenage girls with sally
percy works up the courage to kiss you the day before you go back to camp on one of your scheduled "date days"
you instantly kiss him back
sally was one hundred percent being told about this from both of you
when you do arrive back percy turns to you and asks why you needed to start fake dating before the holidays
you smile and reveal that you actually didn't need to and you had written it down on your pros and cons list but percy had just started acting boyfriendy
later on that day you realise that somewhere along the way you and percy stopped 'fake dating' and just started acting like yourselves with each other
coincidentally technically 'dating' before you even knew it
a/n pt2: i was so sleep deprived when writing this, so sorry if its crap. i'll be reappearing in a few days after my break (hopefully with two new fics: midnight troubles pt3 and the percy x popstar au)
#percy x you#percy x reader#percy jackson#percy x y/n#percy jackson fic#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson fanfic#percy pjo#percy jackson x y/n#percy jackson x you#fanfic#fanfiction#pjo fanfic#emma writes ₊˚⊹⋆
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Can we talk about how James would come out of the Barbie movie SOBBING HIS POOR EYES OUT!!!! He would feel awful and be treating reader with literally everything (e.g buying dinner, giving her a massage, literally everything) I can't stop thinking abt this D:
(Also holy fuck you are so talented your writing is imacculate <3)
thank you angel <3 he so would!! barbie spoilers!!
james doesn't treat you badly before you see the movie. james adores the ground you walk on; but after seeing the movie, james feels like he could be doing more.
he'd cried almost as much as you did and by the time the end credits roll, he's holding back sobs.
"angel," he says sadly and you lean your head on his shoulder. "that broke my heart."
you giggle wetly, "broke my heart too."
james links his fingers with yours, swinging your hands as he leads you to the car.
"wanna go have dinner?" he asks, kissing your knuckles as he pulls out of the parking lot.
"jamie we ate before leaving home," you say and james shrugs. you can tell something is bothering him though, his tone is weird.
"wanna treat you, and you need the fluids after crying your eyes out." you relent and james drives the hour it takes to get to your favourite place.
"james we could've gotten somewhere closer," james shakes his head, opening your door like he usually does.
"no, wanna treat you angel." there goes his tone, ratting him out.
"jamie, you know you're nothing like the kens that overthrew barbieland, right?"
james freezes in pushing open the door for you. "i know, but it bothers me. that they get away with so much."
you kiss his cheek, and then his jaw. "you're much more like allan, and then you'e made your own type of ken with your doting and your compliments. euphemia has all my praises."
james chuckles then, hand to the small of your back as you walk through the restaurant.
"so i can spoil you even more, now?" he asks as he pulls out your seat.
"not more, just the same amount." you try for a threatening tone, but james is looking at you with pure adoration in his eyes and his smile is so warm that it comes out more like a wet paper threat.
"for now," james says just before a waiter comes to take your orders- james rattling off your favourite and then his; all while keeping his eyes on you.
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carmen berzatto x reader | 1.8k | 18+ minors dni | tw: language, little bit of smut, men being sassy
prompt was: Carmy would neverrr date a girl in the food industry. Like he needs a girl sooo far removed??? Bc when he comes home, he just wants to roughly fuck out his frustrations and then be with a little sweet angel that plays with his hair and mutters how pretty he is and how good he makes her feel. So what would he do if she showed up to his work by surprise with like a tea or coffee or something all giddy to see him and she got all nervous bc she’s never seen him so angry and brute before screeeaming at the chefs (idea being a “get the FUCK off my expo chef, NOW!!!” Type intense Sitch) and r/ was like “carm…deep breaths, it’s just food bear. Do you need to come home?” And that would just make his OCD spiiiiirallll out bc how can someone so deeply important to him not see that it was so more then just food (even though he’s just a lil drama queen abt his work!!!!) - as requested by @thecapricunt1616 thank you so much for these requests they are honestly a joy to write and i can only hope i do your ideas justice!
not necessarily important but i had nfr by lana on repeat while writing this, i feel like it fits the vibe 🌼
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Of all the people in the world, you never really expected to be with some like Carmy. It wasn't that he wasn't your type, or didn't treat you well, because he was and he did, he was the most amazing partner you could ask for. He was just different to anyone you'd ever dated. In the few relationships you'd had in the past you found yourself growing frustrated, fed up with being treated like some doll that would break easily.
Just because you were a little more girly and had a soft personality it didn't mean you were totally delicate, that you would fall apart at the slightest touch. You were more than a bow in your hair, than pink dresses and long eyelashes. After your last relationship consisted of you basically being a doll on your boyfriend's arm, you swore it wouldn't happen again.
And it didn't, Carmy didn't treat you like a doll, like something to be put on display when it suited him. He saw past your exterior, wanted to know the real you underneath it all. Of course he told you that you were beautiful, complimented you and made you feel incredible, but he also teased you and asked about your opinions on things and adored you just as much in your baggy t-shirts and sweatpants as he did in your dresses and stockings.
It was the best relationship you'd ever had, and you couldn't believe your luck that you had met him. The two of you just clicked, everything fell into place from the first moment and you had fallen into a very enjoyable routine.
Because you both had busy schedules, you set aside one day every week to have a proper date, it could be going out for dinner or a movie or just relaxing at one of your apartments. And on the other days, you always managed to find a window for some..stress relief.
At least four times a week, sometimes five depending on how work had been, one of you would show up at the other’s place, arms immediately wrapping around each other, getting to the bedroom if you were lucky.
On the date nights, it was all about romance. You would dress up in a cute outfit, take your time to get ready, Carm would bring you flowers and hold your hand across restaurant tables. You would talk about anything and everything, and you would always end the night in one of your beds, it was sweet and romantic and tender.
Then on the other nights..you both knew what you wanted. Most times you just threw a long coat over your underwear if you were going to Carm's, clothes just slowed you down. It was like a different side of him, a fiery passionate wild side you adored. His hand around your neck, whispering the most depraved things in your ear as he fucked you til you could barely see straight anymore. Afterwards you would lay on his chest and stroke his hair, tell him how good he made you feel, how much you cared about him.
It was a routine, it worked, and you loved it.
But sometimes routines are meant to be broken, just a little bit.
You had a day off work, and after doing some housework you went into town for a little browse around. You weren't sure why the urge came over you, but something in you decided to go visit Carmy at work. You had occasionally gone to the Beef for lunch with friends, feeling proud and stupidly happy when Carm would personally deliver your food.
After picking up two coffees, you made your way to the restaurant, smiling as you spotted Richie behind the counter. He gave you a wave, but he wasn't quite his usual self, you could sense it.
“Mind if I head back?” You asked, gesturing to the kitchen door.
“Uh..no,” Richie nodded, not quite meeting your eyes. “Head on in.”
You hesitated for a brief moment before walking into the kitchen, your senses becoming flooded by the smells, bright lights, and mostly by the shouting, specially Carm and Syd snapping at each other.
Tickets were flooding out of the printer, the whirring sound filling the air.
“If you just let me handle it, I can do this,” Syd snapped, pointing to the printer. “I don't have time to stand here arguing with you.”
“This is your fault,” Carm snapped, pushing his hand through his hair. “Messing around with other shit when you're supposed to be focusing. Just..just get the fuck off my expo, let me handle this.”
“Oh it's your expo now?” Syd scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Don't stand there and act like I don't-”
She paused as she met your eyes, clearing her throat.
Carm followed her gaze, looking over his shoulder to you. You expected his expression to soften, for him to come over to you.
But he didn't.
“Are you okay?” You asked, your heart starting to hammer in your chest.
After a moment of silence, Carm finally sighed, shaking his head.
“This isn't a good time.”
“It's okay,” You walked closer, setting the coffees down on the counter and gently touching his arm. He pulled it free from your touch and you felt your heart sink.
“Just..take a deep breath,” You smiled softly. “it's just food, bear. The world isn't ending. Do you want to come home?”
The look you got had you turning from nervous to angry.
Just food,” Carm repeated, rubbing his jaw. “Just fucking food?”
He laughed, mocking and cruel. You felt the anger rising inside you, taking a deep breath.
“You know what, I can't deal with this right now,” Carm threw his hands up, resting them on top of his head. “You don't know what the fuck I have to deal with, and I don't have time for your..”
“My what?” You interjected, challenging him. He didn't finish his sentence and you looked over to Syd. “Do me a favor,” You gestured to the coffee on the counter. “Pour that over his fucking head.”
You turned and walked away, hearing raised voices behind you, clamoring together. You shut your eyes for a moment, refusing to cry. Leaving the restaurant, the air felt cold and sharp on your skin, a determination to get as far away as possible hitting you.
You refused to look at your phone for the rest of the day, shutting it into your nightstand. By the time the lights of the city were lighting up the night sky, you didn't feel any less angry.
When you heard the knock on your door you told yourself not to answer, to let him wait. But there were things you needed to say, things you needed him to know.
Opening the door slowly, you held your hand up before Carmy could speak, taking a deep breath.
“I'm going to speak,” You told him, standing aside. “You're going to listen to me. Get in.”
He nodded, heading inside and holding his hand on his jacket zipper, looking at you.
You closed the door and looked back at him, folding your arms.
“Keep it on, I'll be brief.”
He moved his hand, biting his lip softly as he looked at you. You pushed aside the part of you that wanted to hug him like always, focusing on what you needed to say.
“First of all,” You began, taking a breath. “How..how fucking dare you speak to me the way that you did? How dare you speak to Syd that way, who the fuck do you think you are?”
You could tell he wanted to respond, holding your hand up.
“You think I don't understand stress? That I don't understand how important your job is to you? You can be stressed, you can be angry, but you are not allowed to speak to me that way ever again, I swear to god. Do you have any idea how it felt to stand there and be spoken to like that? Like I'm some embarrassment to you? Nobody treats me that way, you hear me? Fucking nobody.”
You took a breath, trying to calm yourself down, frowning as Carm ran his hand over his mouth, a slight smile on his face.
“Oh I'm sorry, is this a joke to you?” You snapped, resting your hands on your hips. “because I don't think it's very funny.”
“It's not a joke,” Carmy murmured softly, stepping closer to you and holding his hands up. “Not at all. I can't apologize enough for what I did, I swear to you it won't ever, ever happen again. It's just..”
“Just what?” You snapped, your heart pounding.
“You're..you're really fucking hot when you're angry.”
You frowned at the comment before your expression softened a little, rolling your eyes.
“You are not allowed to be turned on right now. I'm too mad at you.”
“And it's hot,” Carm leaned in to whisper in your ear and you forced yourself not to be affected.
“Stop it,” You sighed, lightly swatting his shoulder. “I'm not in the mood.”
Carm pulled back, his hands touching your cheeks.
“You deserve the world,” He sighed softly. “And I don't deserve you, but I can't imagine my life without you. You're everything to me, I hate myself for hurting you, more than you could know. I don't expect you to forgive me, but if you do then I promise to spend every second making it up to you.”
“Every second?” You repeated, moving your hand to his arm, a small smile on your face. “you better get started then.”
“As you wish.” He grinned, giving you a kiss and letting you guide him towards your bedroom.
#the bear#the bear 🐻#the bear fic#the bear fics#carmy berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto x reader#carmy berzatto x you#carmen berzatto x you#ask#request#these are honestly so fun to write
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What does Stan's friend group love about you? (Sp x F!y/n) </3
Warning(s): Slight NSFW
Reader is Female, and in these scenario you and your dp (Desired person, for example: Kyle) are already in an established relationship.
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Stan🎧💙 :
Dude loves any form of affection you give him, whether it be quick kisses to long, warm hugs, he feels like he'll throw up any second.
He wishes he could call you pet names but he's gonna get sick in the stomach REAL fast.
he also makes playlists of songs that remind him of you and sends them to you + puts them visible on his Spotify account
he doesn't show any clingy-ness or PDA around his friends bc cartman's such an ass and he'll get teased for days, but in private all he wants to do is cuddle w/ you and watch a Christmas movie together
loves loves loves when you mindlessly copy his actions, he think its soso cute. Like for example if he does a secret handshake with one of his friends and catches you trying to make one with yours, he's gonna die of how adorable it is.
He likes to go skating with you, if you don't know how to skate he'll gladly teach you
Get's hard whenever he sees you in a skirt 🙏🙏
Whenever he texts you and you send him pictures of yourself being all cute n' shii, his eyes widen and he automatically saves them to his camera roll with a sly grin on his face.
bro thinks he's mf swiper with his devious ass
he gets realllll horny whenever you sit with your legs crossed on a desk/table, or when you twirl your hair and make eye contact while talking to him. my guy's gonna be walking around with a huge boner the whole day in pain until you relieve him.
Kyle 🎮💚:
He tries extremely hard not to get flustered whenever you hug him from behind
Especially when you compliment his hair and play with it/start flirting with him while you do it. ITS JUST SO ENLKBVJVBENKJJ FOR HIM HE GOES WILD
"Kyle baby, you look so cute with your hair out like that .." "I- h-hah .. T-thank you .." Then he legit MELTS INTO YOUR TOUCH HE'S SO DESPERATE
he wants to act all tough and whatnot 4 you but you make him so vulnerable
what makes him hard as a fucking rock is when he's sitting down on his chair and you bend over towards him with your titties on the desk, arms crossed. HANDS DOWN CATCHES HIM OFF GUARD SO QUICKLY HIS EYES DART STRAIGHT TOWARDS YOUR TITS 😔😔
He lovesss seeing you wear his hoodies, something about it is just.. makes him feel some sort of way..
he gets really excited whenever you ask him to tutor you, it means you two get to spend more time together
If someone insults you he's gonna get MADD ANGRY
Like his anger issues will not allow someone to disrespect you like that.
he's always at your beck and call, if you need him, he's there.
Send him a bikini pic and he's gonna have a seizure.
"SHIT Y/N IM WITH MY FRIENDS WHAT IF THEY SEE IT?!??1!?!?!/11/1/ FUCK WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME AMEOIDOAEINAMSLKN"
STUDY DATES ARE HIS FAVOURITE BUT ALSO GOING OUT TO CAFE'S >>>>>>>>>>
He gets really blushy and nervous whenever your showing him so much affection to towards him infront of his friends, but he secretly likes it, he just doesnt wanna seem like a baby.
Whenever you get better grades than him he either celebrates for days or cries in a corner for hours. There's no in between.
Kyle is honestly so overprotective like if he sees a guy staring at you hes gonna straight up smack their face with a stack of graded homework assignments.
He jealousssss 🤭 he HATESSS admitting it though hes so whiny abt it too.
"Y/nn, I'm not jealousss babeee shutt uppp-uh 😠😠" Like a frickin 10 year old, LMFAO WHY DO I ACTUALLY IMAGINE HIM SAYING THAT THOUGH
Kenny 🏠🧡:
Lovesss showing/giving PDA doesn't matter where you are or who you're with
Bro is soso touch-starved its insane
He holds you by the waist while he leans in for a kiss, he low-key smells like cigarettes and car gas but I'm kinda into it ngl 🤷♀️
Whenever he gets touchy, it's not always going to be sexual but this man has some pretty horny thoughts but you cant blame him
Hes so whiny and wants you to touch him REALLY BADLY.
"Y/nn please please please I love you so much please just this once oh my God please your so hot I'm gonna suffocate I love you just this once please please PLEASEEEEEE-" "Kenny omg calm down wtf-"
His weak spot is seeing you in clothes that bring out your figure, I mean, girls look better in a real tight sweater ifkwim 😋
The only time he will EVER be the submissive one during sex is when hes balling his eyes out about something that's happened at home, or when he's high on sumthin'
If he's going to see you, he sometimes brings karen with him because he loves the little relationship you two got going on, also his parents are always arguing so it'd be a huge relief for both Karen AND Kenny.
Send him ONE picture and he'll be begging on his knees for more
"MOMMY SORRY MOMMY SORRY- OH GOD SEND MORE- I NEED- creams aggressively YOUR A FUCKING GODDESS OH LORD HAVE MERCY GOAWDH DAYHUYHM 😍😍"
It's a big bonus if you come from a wealthy or rich family cause then you can spoil Kenny and his siblings rotten like how they deserve 😔💞
Please treat karen well she really looks up to you, your like her idol and shes def your #1 fan, she'll always be talking about you and how amazing and thoughtful and pretty you are ITS JUST SO AAAAAAA KAREN IS SO CUTEEE 😖
Kenny doesn't have much but he'll try to save up ENOUGH money to get you something nice like a headband or some nail polish 😚
He's trying.
He just wants you to be happy with him.
Please get married.
Cartman 🍗❤️:
Oh no.
When people started finding out that Cartman had feelings for the one and only, Y/n, they felt so sorry and started giving u random things and being oddly kind around you.
You were like: ???
If he sees a guy flirting or talking to you, he's gonna lower their self esteem to the MAX.
Like he'll be soso rude abt it too
"What kind of dumb fuck like you would get any girls? You got to be kidding me, your dumber than Kahl."
Once you started dating him, man everyone in the school was either shocked, no- not shocked, literally flat-out concerned for your well-being.
Cartman, REEAAAALLLYYYY .. ?
He always wants your attention, even when your busy doing something he'll be texting you at the most randomest times saying "I'm coming over", and shows up at your door in less than 2 minutes.
If you give him a hug or a kiss in public, he'll be acting all tough and start bragging to his friends. But once he's alone, he'll start giggling and twirling around like a fangirl (😨)
He has so many bad pictures of you on his camera roll but it takes all of your convincing skills to tell him: DONT. POST. THE PICTURES.
He doesn't wanna participate in any tiktok couple challenges bc he thinks their stupid. Buttt unless you offer Kyle to do it then he's def gonna cave in 🤭.
He's such a toddler too
He'll secretly want to be the little spoon often but if you offer him his face starts looking like a whole-ass sunburn with an offended look on his face
"AHEM? No we are NAWT doing that. You? Cuddling ME? No no no, its supposed to be the other way around, "Y/n" 🙄"
He'd diss your music taste and then you'll catch him twerking to your favorite song
He just like that y'know?
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thinking abt goalie!abby !!!
she’d def be the big n scary goal keeper that all the other teams feared.
i’m thinking reader is the new forward! shy n to themself. the kind that speaks when spoken to BUT if around someone they’re comfortable with they never shut up (totally not speaking from experience).
one day you show up to practice in your cute shorts and rolled up sleeves with your matching colors cleats that just makes abby’s head spin.
she obviously doesn’t say shit about it or to you but she is definitely thinking several things.
her train of thought gets cut off when she’s introduced to you! she absolutely thinks your adorable with your shy nature.
anyone on the team would say that abby normally doesn’t do small talk. plenty of new people have filtered in and out of your D1 women’s soccer program leading her to learn to not get so attached. when new blood comes abby normally sends a curt head nod and gets to business.
oh but with you? something was pulling at her heart. she wanted to get to know you and be near you. she felt like she was going absolutely nuts. i mean she hasn’t even said a word to you!
that’s when you stick out your hand with the shyest smile that made the tall woman absolutely melt.
the whole team was watching with a grimace as abby stood in front of you with a…smile? it really looked like someone shoved a stick up her ass and she was trying to push through the pain.
she finally made a move to shake your hand after realizing that she had just been standing there admiring you.
now abby is a big girl. all 6’2 and muscular build of her!! you thought she was an absolute tall drink of water!!
before you could blink, you felt like your arm was tugged out of its socket from how firm a handshake abby gave you. that tug made you lose your balance and land even closer to abby then you were before.
you felt like you were ever so dizzy. from the angle you could see her prominent jaw clench. her big hand(almost twice the size of yours) cupping your hand firmly yet gentle enough that she wouldn’t break your hand. oh my god and you can smell the soap and the musky and woodsy cologne that abby put on lingering slightly.
you bit your lip with a giggle and looked up at her with your doe eyes and innocence that she just wanted to destroy and yet preserve.
“woah…you’re really strong” you squeak as you look anywhere but in abby’s eyes. she can feel you reverting to your shy self.
abby smirks and let’s go or your hand. she gives you one last look over (making you melt on the spot).
“welcome to the team” she winks at you and heads back to the goalie coach for the start of practice.
your. jaw. is. on. the. floor.
& uour panties are wet
the rest of the team were in shock at the way abby acted.
you tried not to garner too much attention in yourself your first practice with the team so you scurry off to find your fellow forwards and close friends.
ever since that day, abby has made it a task to be near you. during training, team dinners, on the bus to and from games, rooming with you at away games. you name it shes there.
not that you minded it at all!! you felt yourself falling head over heels (more like head over cleats) for this girl.
you both opened up to each other and were absolutely attached at the hip.
abby basically was your third roommate with how many times she slept over at your dorm.
those chill nights were your absolute favorite. your roommate would be out at some party, leaving the room to be free from her presence. abby would come over with her laptop and all of your favorite snacks and you two would watch a movie or show.
she always started off sitting next to you (too shy to make the first move) but by the end of the night you both would be cuddled up together on your tiny twin XL.
because of abby’s size, she would always pull you on top of her so that you both had the maximal space. or at least that’s the reason she likes to tell herself.
because of that, she started calling you her “very own teddy bear”
this made you smile whenever because you knew how much she struggled with affection.
knowing that you were the only one to be able to make her that comfortable made butterflies swarm your belly.
oh & when it came to games you best believe abby stared down anyone who tried to get at you.
being a forward, your job was to get the ball into the net as many times as you possibly could( and you were pretty damn good at that).
every time you scored a goal you can guarantee that abby is shouting from her post across the field.
abby is so proud of you that it absolutely hurts.
after wins abby walks up to you and spins you around. recently she’s gotten more bold and has started leaving kisses on your forehead and cheeks.
you get loooots of those after winning your team the final!!
on the other side of that, abby gives you lots of hugs and words of affirmation after hard losses. she knows how easy it is to get into your head about these things so she tries her best to cheer you up.
when it comes to abby and hard losses, she definitely turns to shutting people out.
the first time it happened to you, you showed up to her dorm with a very angry face (if she wasn’t feeling so bad about herself she would’ve thought you looked cute).
she opened the door with her normal stoic demeanor. (grumpy abby looks really fucking cute) but that’s not the point is what you tell yourself.
you push past her door and give her a stern talking to. abby absolutely looked like a guilty puppy with her tail stuck between her legs after you were done with her.
it’s been a learning curve , but she now goes to you whenever she’s feeling bad.
now let’s get to jealous abby!!!
baby is absolutely so protective of you!!!
if she sees at practice that one or your friends are teasing you a little too hard, she “accidentally” chips the ball…into their face.
you looked back on shock at abby as she comes up to your group lying out of her ass.
“sorry, mel . i guess i lost control of the ball.” she glares and gives your a squeeze at your hip.
the rest of your friends laugh as mel rolls her eyes.
“tell your girlfriend to lighten up. it was only a joke.”
you get so shy and can feel your face heating up.
everyone on your team knows you guys like each other , but you aren’t convinced that abby feels the same.
your smile falters and you get quiet for the rest of practice.
abby was freaking! out!
her little light of sunshine reverted back into that turtle shell (she likes to call it). a big frown is displayed on her face all throughout practice as she catches glimpses of you visibly in your head.
you had a terrible practice that ended with you getting a talking to by your coaches.
abby’s heart sunk when she saw you trying to hold back tears on the way to the locker room.
“everyone out!” abby growls at the lingering girls in the locker room.
once everyone scurried out of the locker room, she grabs you by the waist to face her front.
abby isn’t great with words, she’s never been one for vulnerability, but with you? it comes so easily.
you try to put on a strong face for her and that just shatters her heart.
“sweetheart?” abby’s big hand palms your cheek as she wipes the lingering tears off your face.
you try looking anywhere but in her eyes. you know once you reach her big beautiful orbs that you’d spill all of your secrets.
she doesn’t like that you aren’t looking at her and dips her head to catch your attention.
“cmon babe… what’s going on? you’ve been in your head all practice.”
abby’s face is full of concern. god she cares about you so much. her heart aches at the fact that you aren’t feeling okay.
“it’s just nothing abigail i’m fine.” you try shutting her out. you figured her being mad at you and forgiving you later was better than losing your friendship.
abby is taken aback at the use of her full name. she doesn’t let anyone on the team minus a few close friends call her by her nickname, but you? she hated the way it sounded on your tongue.
“you see you trying to be an asshole isn’t going to work. i’m kind of like the queen of doing that, remember?” abby jokes trying to lighten the mood.
when she notices that you crack a smile a even bigger one lands on her face. she squeezes the hand on your hip and rubs your face once more. you lean into her touch and close your eyes.
“ i just um. i guess i just got in my head about what mel-“
abby’s jaw clenches.
“i swear to god i’ll break her fucking knees-“ she interrupts.
“abby! it’s fine she didn’t do anything bad it’s just. after you hit her with the ball-“
“lost control” she muttered and you rolled you eyes knowing the real truth.
“after you hit her with the ball she said to tell my girlfriend to lighten up” your hands and voice started to tremble.
abby’s eyes went wide. she didn’t know that others could tell that she was in love with you.
“and i um i guess i got in my head about it all you know? about us.” you exhaled .
“i’ve never felt the way i feel when i’m with you abs and i just i dunno i know you don’t feel the same.”
woah. abby thought.
she didn’t think but so many thoughts were running through her head.
abby planted her lips on yours cutting off your deprecating ramblings.
you immediately responded back with your hands threading through her damp post-training-shower-hair.
kissing abby was like breathing a whole new meaning of life into you. and you were obsessed.
you both finally pull away after a very long and passionate make out session for some air. abby’s face is bright red as she looks at you like you’ve hung the starts.
“does that answer everything?” she smirks and leans in for another kiss.
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(hi! sweet @brownduck and a lovely anon sent in prompts to inspire this loooooong pre-relationship flatmate!matty moment. references to 10 Things I Hate About You (if you haven't seen it, go! watch it!). enjoy!)
flatmate!matty watching girlie wistfully sigh at some cute romantic thing in a show/film she's watching and now he's determined to do that for her. This could either be right before or right after they get together
Being super normal abt the idea of movie nights with flatmate matty, maybe this instance like riiight before you two get together 💔 cuddling up together bc that’s like, a totally normal thing that friends do, him nodding off onto your shoulder or vice versa……….
matty knocks softly on your-half open bedroom door, nudging it fully open with his foot when he hears your soft "come in!". he tries to ignore the little pang of tenderness that appears in his heart when you smile at him standing in your doorway; instead, he focuses on addressing the laptop open on your knee, its artificial light illuminating your pretty face. "sorry, darlin', didn't realise you were still working. i'll leave you be."
he makes to exit, but is stopped by your sudden protests. "no, no, i'm finished for today," you say, closing the lid and lifting the computer from your shorts-clad lap. you stretch languidly, and matty's brain shuts down for a second as your cropped t-shirt rides up and exposes the bare underside of your boob. "what's up?"
once he's regained control of his brain, matty shrugs. he swears he sees your eyes flick down to quickly gaze at his bare chest, brought to prominence by the movement, but he's probably just projecting. "just wondered if you wanted to hang out, s'all. haven't really seen you much this week. missed you."
your face lights up as you beam at him. you pat the space beside you on your bed, signalling for matty to sit next to you. at first, he's quite grateful for the seat, because his knees went weak at the radiance of your smile, but then it hits him when he plonks down next to you; he's half naked in your bed, breathing in the scent of your perfume and shampoo, next to an almost as half-naked you, lying on your side and smiling at him through your eyelashes.
fuck. he's so fucked.
you shift up to a sitting position and - almost tentatively - reach across to boop matty on the nose. he wrinkles it in response, trying his best to deflect how adorable he found it, which makes you giggle and reposition his glasses for him. "you know, healy," you begin, teasingly. "for a supercool edgy rockstar, you're very cute sometimes, wanting to hang out with little old me late on a friday night."
matty can feel his cheeks go crimson, and bites his lip to stop from - what? smiling? groaning at how cute you are? kissing you there and then? he's not sure. "oi, less of the teasing. i'm trying to be nice."
"sorry. you're very sweet," you say, snuggling into his side so naturally that matty thinks he might pass out. "and i missed you too. was gonna put a film on, if you want to watch it with me."
matty experimentally leans his head to rest on your own; when you don't protest, he speaks. "that sounds nice. what film? don't say fucking twilight, i can't sit through that shite again."
"shut up, it's a masterpiece," you say indignantly, peeling yourself away from matty to rifle through the pile of dvds in the corner of your room. as much as your closeness fucks matty up, another pang in his heart appears as soon as you move from him; loss, longing, loneliness. jesus christ, he needs to get a grip. "oh! here, surely you like this one."
matty crawls forward to read the title, not noticing the way your thighs clench together at his lithe movement. "10 things i hate about you? i don't think i've ever seen it."
"WHAT?!" you press the dvd to your chest in what matty thinks might actually be genuine shock. "how have you never seen it? you've had girlfriends."
"what's that got to do with anything?"
you sigh, climbing back onto the bed and sitting on your knees in front of matty, who moves to sit on his hands so he physically cannot rest them on your almost-bare thighs as he so badly wants to. "it's a rite of passage for any girl to watch this with her boyfriend in the first few weeks of dating."
"wh-"
"don't ask me why, it just is," you begin, sighing. "but seeing as you've gotten to your big age without being shown it by the multitudes of girls who've tried and failed to cuff you..."
matty raises his eyebrows at that, but he can't exactly deny it.
"... i guess i'll have to do it." you roll your eyes dramatically, but smile that radiant smile again afterwards. "you cool with that, healy? pretending i'm your girlfriend for the 90 minutes it takes to watch this film?"
matty thinks about what he could say here. why pretend? let's make it official. i probably imagine you're my girlfriend for at least triple the amount of time it would take to watch the film every day of my life, anyway. but he doesn't. he won't. matty's so in love with you that he'd marry you tomorrow, but the thought of telling you that and you not feeling the same (which is bloody likely) terrifies him. it hurts like fuck repressing his feelings for you all the time, especially when there's reminders of you all over the flat you share - your trainers lying haphazardly by the door, your books on every flat surface available, your shampoo next to his in the shower caddy, your perfume wafting through every room and getting him higher than any drug he's ever been on - but he'd rather keep both quiet and you in his life than fuck up the dynamic and lose you forever.
so matty plays it cool. nonchalant. he shrugs, keeps his tone light, neutral facial expression. "sounds alright to me."
your smile dims a little. fuck, was he too cool with it? did he lapse into disdain? maybe - your tone is cooler when you reply with an "okay". thankfully, though, it brightens. "but that's not an excuse for you to do the old putting-the-arm-around-me-to-squeeze-my-tit move," you say, with a look so mischievous it borders on flirty.
the panging in matty's heart is replaced by fluttering - god, what he wouldn't give to have you look at him like that all the time. desperate to keep it going, he retorts with an equally mischievous phrase, pointedly ignoring the slight agony of how easily flirting with you comes to him. "fuck's sake, what's even the point of me agreeing to this then?"
your cheeks tint pink. fuck. scratch what he said about the flirty look - that's what matty wants to make you look like all the time, flustered by his affection. before he can make a cheesy joke about him really taking the boyfriend role seriously in making you blush, you respond with a statement that genuinely leaves him dumbstruck. "fine, we'll compromise: you can sit between my legs and use my tits as a headrest, okay?"
there's not even a hint of humour or sarcasm or irony in your voice. matty blinks a few times before he regains the power of speech. "you being serious?"
an earnest nod. "what kind of girlfriend would i be if i didn't let you snuggle up to me like that?"
jesus h. fucking christ alive. this might genuinely kill matty off, but why wouldn't he take such a golden opportunity? if he dies, he dies with his head on your tits - arguably a perfect way to go. "fair point, babe. alright. get the film on, then."
you hop up from the bed and run to your tv (matty tries not to focus on the way your bum jiggles in those illegally-tiny shorts you're wearing, and fails miserably). as you faff around with the dvd player, you call back to him. "there's wine under your side of the bed if you want any."
smiling to himself at the way you said "your side of the bed" so casually, matty reaches down and grabs a slightly dusty bottle of red. "fuck me, this is good shit! no wonder you've been stashing it in here, babe. are you sure you want to drink it now?"
"might as well, if we're on a date," you say with a wink, walking back to the bed and settling onto it. after wiggling around to find the best sitting angle against the headboard, you gesture to the space between your open legs. "get in, then."
"dirty," matty quips, but does as he's told, climbing between your legs and leaning back against you. a flush of contentment passes through him as he does; the two of you seem to fit together seamlessly, laser cut puzzle pieces made with the sole purpose of connecting together. "ooh, they really are comfy!"
that earns him a flick to the stomach, but you don't berate him (unbeknownst to him, because you like the feeling of him resting his head there). "ready to start watching?"
"sure, babe."
you tap the remote to start the film, matty opens the wine, and fake date night begins. you both manage to watch the film in comfortable silence - albeit interspersed with the odd chuckle, and a melancholy "oh, heath" from matty when patrick first appears onscreen - until kat is shown intently reading the bell jar, at which point matty cackles. "oh my god, she's you!"
"can't even argue with you," you giggle, taking the wine from him and taking a swig. "but shush, babe, keep watching."
how can matty be expected focus on the film, though, when you're there right next to him, all sparkling eyes and smiling lips and cheeks flushed from the booze? he makes an effort to watch it, though, because it clearly makes you happy - that, and he's actually quite enjoying it. but his eyes continue to flick to you, too, heart fluttering slightly faster every time he does.
more of the film passes, the two of you sharing wine and chatting quietly and laughing throughout. suddenly, though, you gasp and put your arms around matty, who puts his hand on your thigh comfortingly as an immediate response. he screams internally when he realises he's probably crossed the acceptable intimacy line by several hundred miles in doing that, but keeps his hand there when you don't respond, too hooked on the onscreen action to bother. "okay, we have to actually shut up now - this is the best scene in the film."
matty squints at the frankie valli song playing in the background, then at heath ledger holding a mic. "surely he isn't-"
"oh, he is." you readjust matty's head on your chest to lean forward as best you can, eyes unblinkingly focused on the screen. matty turns his gaze sideways onto your face, which settles into a dreamy expression as you wistfully sigh at patrick serenading kat. the previously-unseen longing in your eyes is crystal clear, even in the dim lamplight of your bedroom.
oh. oh.
matty fights to suppress the grin spreading itself on his face as the realisation hits him.
you find being sung to romantic.
this is good. great, even. some would say perfect, ideal, serendipitous. the very thing matty does for a living is the thing - well, at least something - that you want to be wooed by. what a fucking wonderful turn of events.
the rest of the film passes by in a blur. matty watches it, oohing and ahhing a beat after you do, but doesn't really take anything in. his brain is too preoccupied with going through the (extensive) list of love songs he knows and could sing for you - ones he's written (about you), ones he loves (because they remind him of you), ones he knows you love. so preoccupied is matty, in fact, that he doesn't realise he's now resorted to tracing patterns into your thigh with his index finger, nor that you're actively enjoying him doing so. it's only when the credits begin to roll that matty snaps out of his daydreams about singing to you, and even then it's largely due to you (reluctantly) manoeuvering his body off of your own so you can get up to turn the tv off.
once the dvd is back in its case, you turn to matty, hands on hips, adorably blinking the tiredness from your eyes. he notices, with a flush of something like satisfaction, that your t-shirt is all crinkled over your chest where his head has been. "so," you start. "how'd you find it?"
"good, yeah. interesting," matty replies, watching you as you climb back onto your bed and burrow under the duvet. he isn't lying. "that scene where heath was singing to her... that was definitely my favourite." again, not a lie.
"get under the covers, you're freezing- yeah, that's my favourite scene, too," you say, lifting the duvet up so matty can awkwardly slide under it with you. his heart flutters again as you yawn cutely, a fluttering which increases to a rave-level bass thumping when you wriggle close to him and lay your head on his chest, draping an arm across his stomach. the agreed 90 minutes of pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend is definitely over, but there's no way matty's going to protest you cuddling him for longer, not when it feels so right. "s'romantic."
"d'you think you'd like it if someone sang to you, darlin?" matty asks - it's a bit of a loaded question, but your sleepiness means you'll give an honest answer that you probably won't remember giving at all.
"mhmm", you say, clutching matty tightly as you drift off to sleep. "maybe you could..."
you're fast asleep before you can finish the sentence. matty just looks at you tenderly, his love for you practically radiating off him, and gently sweeps a stray strand of hair from your cheek. emboldened by the wine and affection, he kisses your forehead - a feather-light brush of lips against skin - before settling down to sleep himself.
sharing a bed for a night crosses the acceptable intimacy line so far it's practically on another continent, but matty couldn't care less right now. "yeah, angel, i could. i can," he whispers into your hair. "and i will, soon. i promise."
#hehehe#flatmate!matty#mads does writing#matty healy fanfiction#matty healy x reader#matty healy fic#matty healy fluff#matty healy#the 1975#matty x reader#mads muses#matty asks#fluff asks
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TIS HAPPENJNG: small teenyyyy little dancing with hobie writing ☺️
warnings; naurn. maybe bad attempt at british dialogue (i’m sorry if this is ooc i just adore this man i can’t help but romanticize him)
ight so setting the scene. imagine forcing hobie to watch a rom com with you, what’s the worse that could happen! he didn’t wanna watch it but after thorough convincing and offering up just jokin through the whole thing he was down for it just for you. you’d both be all comfy sitting on his couch (it’s like a makeshift futon couch), his arm resting around the back of it, fingers messing with the ends of your hair, the both of you sitting so so close. he cracks a joke about how ‘mingin’ these people’s lives are, then a scene comes on and you seem rather enthralled. slapping a hand lightly into him, you tried to get him to pay attention to it. he didn’t understand what all your fuse was about but you wanted him to watch the scene with you, telling him how cute it was, they were just slow dancing together in kitchen but from your perspective it looked so magical, telling hobie how genuine it seemed. he made a comment on how it’s just actin, you’d make a face at him telling him you wanna be able to dance with someone like that. he’d make a small comment like “woulda really?” after giving a small nod and smile, while keeping your eyes on the screen, he’d go “kay then” and grab your hands pulling you to your feet, mumbling something abt “it’s m’job” 
moping a bit at your movie being interrupted you’d question him aloud on what he’s doing, i mean the movies still going hob?? he’d reassure you that the movie will still be there once you’re both done, trust him. laughing a bit you’d ask him if he even knew how to slow dance, after putting a cd in he’d wear that same teasing smile he usually has n tell you “ ‘ow ‘ard could it be?”. he’d take your hands in his, slowly moving y’all’s arms together, moving with the music, as he hums lightly with it. letting go of one of your hands he’d raise it up, twirling you under his arm, and pulling you back into him. slowly trailing his hands up your arms, then back down, loosening you up a bit, “jus’ vibe wit’ me lovie” he’d say in that low teasing voice of his. pulling your body in close to his, he’d move one of your arms to his shoulder, kissing down your arm as he lifted it and squeezing your other one lightly as he put it around his waist. he’d flash you a quick little smile in the dimly lit room giving you a small “don’t get all shy o’me now” at you tryna hide the smile on your face, before putting both his hands around your waist, pulling you in even closer to him. if you tell him you don’t know how to dance, he’d just mumble from where his head is placed by yours telling you just to follow his lead. grinning to himself cause he can feel the heat from your reddening cheeks laying on his chest, as he slowly sways the two of you through the room. “betta then the movie?” he’d say after a few minutes of swaying, listening to the cd playing old slow tunes, your head on hobies chest, hearting his heart thud, sometimes speeding up when you feel him move his head to gaze downwards at you, despite his cool composure. smiling lightly against his chest, “much.” you state, closing your eyes and taking in the moment for all its worth. “good.” hobie responds in a hushed tone against your head, loving the feeling of his senses being completely full, completely full of just you.
#hobie brown#hobie brown x reader#hobie x reader#hobie spiderverse#hobart brown#spider punk x reader#spider punk#spiderman across the spiderverse#across the spiderverse#atsv hobie#hathaywrites
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COULD U DO DALLY X SHY READER HCS??
HI HI HI im so so so sorry this took so long to answer!!! ive been a busy little beaver
also i made the reader insanely shy im so sorry. idek if it counts as shy atp, the reader is so sociallly awkward and anxious so im sorry if this isn’t what you wanted :(
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stupid cupid
dallas x shy reader hcs
cw — shy!reader, mentions of fighting, mentions of the reader being referred to as a ‘broad’ idk
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- honestly??? he probably didn’t like you at first
- he goes for people like him. cold, tough, loud
- so when he first met you, he was… shocked, to say the least
- you weren’t really much of a talker around him, and everytime he tried to start a conversation, it was instantly shut down
- he truly thought you were really cute, so he kept trying to make conversation
- whenever he’d see you walking down the street and he’d wolf whistle at you, and you wouldn’t say anything, but you’d blush slightly and that would be enough for him to continue doing it
- he slowly went from shocked, to in awe
- he’d never met someone so shy and easily flustered
- eventually, you warmed up to him, as well, and when we he’d try and start a conversation, you’d be a bit more engaged
- after some time, he’d ask you out, saying something along the lines of ‘hey doll, i was thinkin’ you and me head to the nightly double or somethin’. what do you think?”
- he thought the movies were a perfect place for you two to bond, because it wouldn’t mean awkward conversation for you, but he’d still be able to hold your hand and stuff and form a bond
- he’s just thoughtful like that
- no im kidding, he’s not that smart, he just asked johnny how he could ask out a ‘cute looking broad who hates talking’, and johnny just said ‘I dunno, take them to the movies or something.”
- but fast forward a lot, you guys start dating :)
- he always drags you to parties, in which you don’t really engage in conversation
- dallas probably walks around the party talking to people the whole time, or playing pool, and you follow him around and his friends talk to you a lot
- you hook two of your fingers through the belt loop on his jeans so you don’t lose him whenever you guys walk together
- sorry that’s adorable
- he thinks you’re so cute, but absolutely hated introducing you to the gang because of the way you act in conversations, and how the gang is so rowdy and would probably make you even more shy than you are
- it’s fine though because johnny is also a bit timid, so you guys got along
- you reminded the gang of johnny, so they loved you
- dallas isn’t gentle with you when you’re dating, like he’s not soft and doesn’t try and treat you different than he would someone who’s a bit less shy
- idk, if ur anything like me, you’d find it a bit humiliating to be treated differently because you’re on the shyer side, so you’re glad he doesn’t try and be extra soft towards you
- you got what you wanted, authentic dallas Winston
- you take care of Dallas a lot whenever he gets hurt in fights or rumbles
- he trusts you more than anyone
- he probably likes you so much because you’re so much like Johnny. different circumstances obviously, and he’s shy for much different and sad reasons, but you’re still quiet and you try your best to stay out of trouble just like him
- a lot of people think dallas would go for more tough greasera who are extroverted and love parties and talking, but i think he’d go for someone like you, like johnny as well
- i mean there’s a reason he’s best friends with johnny and not steve or soda, for example
- overall he cares abt you so much and takes you under his wing, & although it doesn’t seem like it, he’s very very happy with his shy partner :)
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anyway i cant think of anything else to write!!!! im sry this is so bad i have writers block but it’s already been in my drafts for soooo long
#stay gold#the outsiders#80s movies#dallas winston#darry curtis#ponyboy curtis#sodapop curtis#cherry valance#darrel curtis#headcanon#dallas winston x reader
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You sound so appropriately adorable and spoiled calling walking and going out an adventure :) curious if you could give some insight what some of these adventures entail? The movies, for example. I’m curious the snacks you get, what you watch, how it feels to be in public, and of course - how the seats are! :)
i dont always get snacks at the movies! if i do its usually popcorn to share with my bf. i like candy too but honestly by the time i get to the concession stand, im usually tired from all the walking and standing in line and just want to make my way to my seat so i can rest. im realizing right as im writing this that i should probably just tell my bf what i want and go sit down, im just not very good at planning 😖 and its hard to think when youre tired yanno? i dont feel very much about being in public in the movies, i notice that people try to give me a wide berth when im making my way to my seat so that i dont have to squeeze by, i think im visually large enough that they know i they have to, for their sake. by the time i make it to my seat im always panting, and i do feel self conscious abt that since im sure other ppl can hear lolol the seats are, um. a tight fit. i can only go to theaters with the larger refurbished chairs that recline and stuff, the luxe ones, but theyre still too small lol my hips end up pushing the buttons on the side that make it recline, so sometimes throughout the movie they'll activate accidentally (embarrassing!), but its not super frequent, and despite this its still pretty comfortable thankfully. i love going to the movies so i hope i can squeeze in for awhile longer and eventually get a wide enough wheelchair and attend comfortably that way uwu the last time i went to the movies me and my feeder saw Poor Things and it was amazing ^o^
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idk if this has been requested before.
but bf or bsf jude (who’s ridiculously in love) unknowningly interrupting your girls night with friends at your house, and you have face masks on and everything. so when you open the door in pjs and a face mask, he’s like “uh what?” and he has take away for the two of you in his hands.
5 minutes later he has a face mask on himself, and is in on the gossiping with your gals, and it’s just so much fun.
and the friends just giggle at how he admires us and such.
oh i love this🫠🫠you’ve had a bad week and so you’d called ur girlfriends to have a little girls night w wine and movies and skincare but you’d also told bsf!jude (who’s so so badly in love with u) that you’d had a terrible week but hadn’t mentioned that ur other friends were coming round. so he’d bought ur fave takeaway and sweets and went to ur house so he could surprise u. u answer the door to him looking absolutely ridiculous and ur kinda embarrassed but he’s never loved u more bc he thinks u look adorable like this but he’s also a little confused. asking what he’s doing here bc u didn’t have plans and suddenly hes all awkward and a little shy when he’s babbling to u abt how he wanted to surprise u and take care of u bc he knows u have a terrible week but he can see ur busy so he’ll leave the takeaway and go :(( but ur friends can hear everything and just think it’s the sweetest thing ever so they’re shouting through the he’s more than welcome to stay if he doesn’t mind getting pampered and jude wld just flash a charming smile and be all “i’m used to that” bc the two of u have had plenty of sleepover where you’ve pampered tf out of him. so he ends up staying the night and joins in w the gossiping and the skincare and he’s having so much fun but the whole time he’s watching u like a love sick puppy and ur friends can’t help but giggle at it bc his feelings are soooooo obvious. even better if later on when ur watching a movie and ur snuggled together on the sofa and jude falls asleep literally cuddled into ur chest and ur friends r whispering to u all teasing abt how much he loves u and ur just rolling ur eyes but ur all smiley and flustered bc ur a little in love w him too
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KITTEN BRADEN WITH READER THAT WRITES SONGS ABOUT HER AND PAINTS/DRAWS KITTEN CONSTANTLY AND WHEN KITTEN LOOKS AT THEIR JOURNAL SHE SEES SO MANYS SONGS AND DRAWINGS OF HER. please I can't stop thinking abt Kitten with an artistic gf
this sparked so much in my mind ... i'm definitely going to do more with this + the musician gf !!! thank u so much for your request, love!
thursday morning
patricia 'kitten' braden x f!artist!reader
word count: 1.1k
tags: domestic fluff, established relationship, suggestive dialogue
(ao3)
The two of you are seated at a beach side café, enjoying some of the most elegant breakfast and tea. This sabbatical to Dublin was unexpected, but very necessary. Both of you under stress from your respective jobs, it was beginning to create fissures.
Kitten’s gaze is towards the sun rising atop the waves. Her blonde tresses move elegantly in the ocean breeze, she looked like a movie star. Her plush, peach lips were curled into a content smile as she watched the crashing and flowing of the water.
To you, Kitten was your muse, even if she didn’t know it yet. On your lap was your sketchbook, no bigger than your hand, and you were sketching her timeless beauty while she was none the wiser. Her jawline sharp, her features soft, and her eyelashes delicate; you capture every detail to the best of your ability.
She hums happily, and turns to face you, “Isn’t it such a beautiful morning?”
“It truly is, my love,” you close your sketchbook, and take a sip of your now lukewarm tea.
Her plate was now empty, but yours was half full.
“Are you not hungry, dear?” Kitten’s eyes glint with concern.
You shake your head, smiling, “You just distract me, that’s all. I could go weeks without eating when I stare at you.”
She laughs softly, “That’s not healthy, now is it? Finish your food and let’s head back to the hotel.”
Smiling widely, you begin to finish your sandwich, still watching her every move. Kitten pulls out her rather expensive compact, and begins to reapply various aspects of her makeup. Her lipstick was called Portrait Pink, if you remember correctly. She always raved about her cosmetics, and you adore it. The passion in her ignites your own.
You watch her clean up the lipstick with a napkin, lost in how absolutely feminine she is in everything she does. As she adds the final touches, you begin to get ready to leave.
Offering Kitten her coat, and bats her eyelashes at you coyly, “What a gentleman you are, (Y/N)! Well, not in every way.”
You roll your eyes, and walk out with your hand on the small of her back, “I’m a gentleman in the ways that matter, aren’t I?”
She leans to your cheek, and leaves a chaste kiss. You decide to not wipe away the mark she definitely left.
The two of you walk arm in arm down the pavement in the direction of your hotel. To the right was the ocean, and you could smell the salt in the air. Kitten leans on your shoulder, her fur coat tickling your neck.
Arriving at your room, you both begin to shed your various layers of clothing almost immediately. You both tend to enjoy each other’s company more when there’s the least amount of obstacles in the way.
You lounge on the sofa, diagonal to the bed in which Kitten is currently laying. As your eyes glaze over her almost naked form, you immediately reach for your sketchbook. You sketch without abandon, detailing every curve, freckle, and shadow.
Lost in the cross-hatching and stippling, you fail to notice her crawling towards you, still on the bed.
“You writing in your diary, my love?”
Her words surprise you, causing your pencil to make a stray mark on the page, “Something like that, you could say.”
Kitten cocks her head, her curiosity obviously unsatisfied. She hops off the bed, slowly making her way behind you in order to see what has you so captivated.
She gasps loudly, a hand reaching to cover her mouth. Your heart drops, wondering if you somehow offended her.
“Oh, darling… you never told me you were an artist!”
Your eyes widen, heartbeat calming. Before you can respond, she turns the sketchbook so she can see it properly.
The evidence of your secret indulgence was all over the pages, and Kitten couldn’t resist flipping through them. Sketches of her sleeping, with little notes written next to them saying things like ‘princess’ or ‘saint.’ Fully colored and shaded portraits of her just existing, whether it be sitting at the dining room table or mending her various outfits.
You watch her flip through every page, and see her lip tremble.
“(Y/N)... these are all of me.”
“I know, it’s a bit odd, but you’re just so…”
She shakes her head, stilling your words, “No, no, no, it isn’t odd, my love.”
Kitten sits next to you on the sofa, placing the sketchbook onto your lap. She grabs your hands, and looks into your eyes, “What… what makes you want to draw me, dear (Y/N)?”
You smile widely, eyes crinkling, “Everything about you, my Kitten. Your whole being just… exudes this energy I can’t tear away from. You’re my muse.”
A small tear escapes her eye, almost going unnoticed. You wipe it away gently, holding her cheek.
“Do you mean that?”
You laugh softly, “Of course I do, darling. I have another sketchbook full of you, if you don’t believe me.”
Kitten smiles, and leans into your touch, “You’re so wonderfully skilled in everything you do, (Y/N)... how did I get so lucky?”
“I could ask the same question.”
You gaze into each other’s eyes for another moment before she grabs the sketchbook from your lap again, “Now, walk me through each and every emotion you felt when you drew these.”
She leans against your chest, and you chuckle, “That won’t be a problem at all, Kitten.”
As she flips delicately through the pages, she lands on the portraits you did of her just earlier today.
Kitten turns to raise an eyebrow at you, inviting your answers.
“I couldn’t resist you, darling. Even if we’re at the fanciest restaurant in all of the world, your existence begs to be depicted in some form of art…”
You blush slightly, realizing how passionate your words come across.
Her hand reaches up to pet your hair gently, “And this one?”
Glancing at the portrait you just did of her practically bare, you clear your throat, “Well, you know how I am when your body is all for me to see. You can’t blame a girl for wanting to preserve that moment!”
Kitten giggles, her head thrown back against your chest, “I truly cannot, especially when that preservation is so lovingly depicted… and when the artist is so irresistible.”
You kiss the top of her head, and she turns to face you again. Her lips landed on yours in a kiss so ardent you felt as though you were knocked flat on your back. Your fingers comb through her hair, trying to close every gap that could possibly exist between you two.
Separating to catch your respective breaths, you smile, “You truly are my muse, Kitten. I don’t say things like that lightly.”
Kitten places a harsh kiss against your lips again, before grinning, “I love you, sweet, sweet (Y/N).”
You wrap your arms around her in a warm embrace, “I love you so much more, darling Kitten.”
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can you pwease write some ted angst to fluff hcs? maybe sth abt reader rotting in bed away and ted a bit sad for not realizing sooner and quickly making it up by coming in to give some comfort 🫶🫶🫶
omg i love this, im a sucker for angst to fluff. thanks for the request!
your wish is my command! 🫡
rotting away in your bed is not how you like spending your days. but, when something bad happens, you have a tendency to shut down a little bit. on top of this, you’re normally a productive person, so being unproductive makes you feel 10x worse.
ted goes into your apartment, goes to your room to find it a mess - clothes everywhere, makeup scattered on your vanity, blinds shut - and you piled underneath a lump of blankets.
ted would definitely overflow with guilt at not noticing sooner. how could he not have noticed his love was having a hard time?
ted would climb into bed with you - which initially would scare the shit out of you until you realized it was him - and wrap you up in his arms, rubbing your hair, whispering to apologies and sweet nothings to you.
“i’m so sorry my love, i’m so sorry i didn’t notice sooner.”
you guys would eventually fall asleep, and about an hour later, ted would wake up before you and begin to clean up your room.
he picks up your clothes for you, puts your makeup in all the right places, and turns a lamp on.
you wake up to find your room clean and your ted standing there with a broom.
oh, and he’s absolutely smiling, not a sign of complaint on his face. “you gotta start somewhere!”
he would order you food for dinner, (your favorite place ofc), and after you eat, you guys would watch your favorite movie on the couch, all snuggled up.
this includes: head scratching, playing with your hair, counting the freckles on your shoulders, looking at all the parts of you that he loves. (every part)
lotssss of back rubs as you lay your head in his lap.
and whenever he stops, you grab his wrist and put his hand right back on your back.
“more?? yes ma’am, whatever my babe wants.”
eventually you fall asleep, and he realizes this because you stop moving his hand back.
ted would ramble as you sleep, going on and on about how much he adores you.
“you’re my favorite girl, always and forever.”
“remember, i’ll always be in love with you so if i begin to think otherwise, snap me back into reality.”
“i love you my love, the love of my life.”
“p.s. i love you”
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daddy!eddie x little!reader? any storyline, i just have been thinking abt this a lot n i love your writing!!
Thank you! I like that you gave me such an open prompt because now I have an excuse to write it lol.
! ♡ ୧꒰*´꒳*꒱૭ ✧ ！
"hey Ed's, you still up for hanging out this weekend?" You asked, sitting down at the hellfire table.
"oh of course, as long as you behave yourself unlike last time," he glances, glaring jokingly at you.
You giggle and blush.
"oh gross you guys," Dustin says, Mike laughing at his disgusted face.
You and Eddie laughed at him, not because he was right but because he was. Painfully wrong.
Last time you slept over for the weekend at Eddie's, you absolutely blew up the inside of his oven. As in, the brownies you attempted to make splattering everywhere.
Eddie never lets you go by the oven when you're little, but you tried to seem as big as possible so he'd let you bake without his supervision. Now, you do know how to bake brownies, but little you somehow has a "too much gene" whereas big you doesn't.
You decided to put cereal in the batter, because; I mean, cereals good on it's own, it'd probably be better in a brownie!
When adding the dry ingredients, you completely discarded the measuring cups. You were entranced by the falling sand like sugar, and that was your biggest mistake. You added too much baking powder. Way too much. And so, your delicious cereal-and -an-ungodly-amount-of-sugar brownies, had met their match in the oven.
You knew your lesson now though, so though you couldn't promise you wouldn't get into some mischief, you had promised him you wouldn't go near the oven.
After school, he drove you to his trailer in his van. He put on his music a bit quieter than usual, but not too much. He loved shooting glances over at you to see you bouncing in your seat to his music.
He held your hand and helps you out if his van, walking you into him home.
"okay sweetheart, what do you wanna do now huh?" He said crouching down to you.
Hmmm, you thought, greatly weighing your options.
You pointed to his VHS cabinet, and he immediately turned and knew what you'd meant.
He bought you some movies just for your visits. He had gotten you movies from carebear, muppets, and sesame street.
He sat you on his couch and laid out your selection onto the coffee table.
"alright doll. Which one d'you wanna watch today?"
You pointed at The Carebear Movie II, smiling up at Eddie, who was already setting it up.
He sat next to you as it started to play, picking you up and setting you on his lap and bouncing you.
You giggled at him and watched the screen intently, pointing out every moment your favorite carebear was on screen. After 45 minutes, you started to feel your eyes droop. You yawned and stretched your arms as far as you could, rubbing the sleepyness from your eyes.
"you getting sleepy sweetheart? Ykno you're reminding me of someone I know right now," he says, peering over your shoulder to look at you.
"who?" You questioned.
"just an old friend if mine called bedtime bear," he said, grabbing a plushie of him from under the coffee table, sort of amazed you hadn't noticed him.
You laughed at his bear sneak attack as he pretend bedtime bear was climbing you, dragging him up your arms and making fake exasperated sounds. He chuckled at you and places him in your lap.
"you're so adorable. D'you want me to make you your milk yet baby?"
You nod, eyes starting to water from tiredness. He lifts you off his lap and sets you down on the end of the couch.
He pours milk into a mug, dropping vanilla and a tablespoon of sugar into it. He sets it into the microwave for a minute, then transfers it into a baby bottle.
He checks the template on his wrists and calls to you, letting you know that he was coming over to you.
He comes back to find you curled up and sucking your thumb , eyes half lidded and barely awake.
"c'mon doll, just finish this and I'll tuck you in okay?" He says, positioning you to the side on his lap and holding your head in his hands.
You fall asleep as he feeds you, and he almost melts at the sight of you. He picks you up and carefully walks with you to his bed. He gently sets you down, laying your head on the pillow and tucking in with your favorite blankie. He sets bedtime bear near you, and you immediately hug it in your sleep, which he finds adorable.
He kisses the top of your head and turns off the lights, setting you down for your nap.
I hope you like it ! This one's a bit more niche with the carebears and the bottle, admittedly self indulgent given.. I have all the carebear movies on VHS.. and a 1985 birthday bear. Maybe a t a d bit self indulgent lol.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson drabble#eddie munson blurb#daddy!eddie#eddie munson fluff#asks#little!reader#eddie munson x little!reader#agere#agere fic#cg!eddie munson#cg!eddie
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I was thinking about sub william dom reader
Mommy
william afton x reader
i thought abt this a few times, but never had enough encouragement. so tysm for the request!! anyway,, i didn’t know what gender to make the reader. so apologies if this isn’t what you had in mind.
warnings: smut (duh) ,, sub william,, dom reader
you hanged up on your boss, you couldn’t hear his stupid voice any longer. but then, a miracle happened, you heard your boyfriend come home. you got out of your chair and ran to hug him. he tightly wrapped his arms around your waist, “Hey love.” he said, sounding very tired. you looked up at him, disappointed. “what’s wrong, baby?” you asked softly, holding his hand and taking him to the couch. you sat him down and took off his coat, placing it on the counter. “busy day. i missed you so much.” he whined, patting a spot next to him. you plopped down beside him and kissed his cheek. “we can spend time together. i’ll stay up late for you.” you offered, laying back so he can rest between your thighs. he rested his head, softly kissing your thighs. you put on a movie and played with his hair.
“you’re so comfortable, love. i just wanna be here forever.” he praised, snuggling up into your thighs more. “you’re so gorgeous. mm, i love you, mommy.” he paused, then shot up. you chuckled, “mommy? i didn’t know you liked calling me that.” you teased, smiling at his embarrassed face. he looked you in the eyes, “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” he tried to lay back down, but you grabbed his chin to keep him up. you gave him a kiss, “don’t be a liar.” he looked at you as if you were crazy, he shook his head. “i’m not lying!” he was about to get up, but you stopped him. you quickly took off his belt and pulled down his pants. “then i’ll make you say it again.” you smirked, staring at his buldge. he was frozen, not knowing what to do. you slid off his underwear and looked at his poor hard cock. so desperate for you.
“mm…fuck.” he groaned, watching your head bob up and down. you were almost taking his whole cock, swirling your tounge around it. “mommy.. i cant take this .. please..” he begged you to stop, even though he wanted you so badly. you quickly took more of him into your mouth, tasting him as much as possible. “a-ah… don’t do this .. mm.. you know how good you make me f-..hah..” he moaned, squirming around. it honestly amazed you. he was being so .. cute? you’ve never seen this side of him before. you HAD to cherish this precious moment. you stroked his cock as you moved your tounge around him. “ahh…mommy… i’m gonna cum.. ngh…please take all my cum ..” he whined, waiting for your approval. you nodded your head and felt his load shoot into your mouth. you rose your head up, looking at him innocently. little beads of sweat were on his face, and he was breathing heavily. you never thought you’d see him like this. you slid off your pants and panties, crawling up onto him. you positioned yourself right above his cock, and god was he nervous.
you bounced up and down, making eye contact with him. he was trying to look at you, but couldn’t. he kept throwing his head back. “g-god! slow down.. hah.. please mommy it’s too.. ngh.. much..” he gasped for air, trying to hold your waist. you kept picking up the pace, holding up his face. you wanted to see his face lost in lust. you could see tears forming in his eyes, and you didn’t know if you should stop. you slowed down and he started whining. “n-no! keep going! i fucking love your pussy mommy! mmmh..” he yelled, which made you quickly cup your hand over his mouth. you went back to pounding on his cock. his muffled moans sounded so adorable, but you couldn’t take your hand off his mouth. the neighbors would definitely say something, but you could feel his drool on your hand, so you instantly pulled your hand away. “mommy! god baby! it feels so good mommy! i wanna cum all in you baby!” he cried. you could feel his cock twitching, so you went faster. “cum for me!” you commanded, and without any hesitation, he came all in you, painting your insides white. you got off of him and gave him little kisses on his neck. taking care of your sweet boyfriend <3. (even though he usually wasn’t sweet during sex)
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first smut request lets gooo !!!
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Hi! If you do requests can you do maybe a sleepover with reader and the girls and they talk abt their boyfriends so Steve is reader’s bf?
i changed the prompt a little but i hope you like it!🖤
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“Come on, you have to choose one!”
“It’s easy!”
“Hurry up!”
Your stomach hurt from how hard you were laughing, the smile on your face having been a permanent fixture all night and you were pretty sure it wasn’t normal for your eyes to tear up this much—but you were having fun and you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
Between fighting interdimensional monsters and solving crimes that go beyond the supernatural, sometimes you just needed a day that didn’t focus around that monster or this psycho. You just wanted a night to sit back, watch trashy movies and laugh with your girls.
It was a cute little mix-match group you had grown a part of, but you loved it nonetheless. You wouldn’t change it for the world and you wouldn’t change these sleepovers for the world either. They were your girls’ night and you adored it.
“It’s difficult!” you defended as you chucked a piece of popcorn towards Robin who only stuck her tongue out in response.
“Oh please, even I have an answer,” Robin retorted, sending the others into a fit of giggles.
Nancy grinned wildly. “C’mon, you gotta choose: Tom Cruise, Don Johnson, Tony Danza.”
You lifted the pillow that was lying on your lap, smothering your face into the fluffy cover before you finally muffled out a response.
“Don Johnson.”
“WHAT?”
“It’s the hair!”
You barely had a chance to defend yourself before Max piped up with a smile on her face that just screamed mischief—then again, that was just Max for you.
“She’s dating Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington,” Max commented as she nudged the shoulder of El next to her who only snickered along. “Is it really that much of a shock?”
Nancy grinned. “Seems like she has a type, huh?”
“Dinguses with decent hair,” Robin added with a snort.
Your relationship with Steve Harrington was still new by all terms and purposes. Whilst you had known him all your life due to Hawkins being a small town with only one school in a nearby vicinity, you hadn’t actually gotten to know him until the last year or so.
Steve was a pretty boy and you knew that long before you had ever properly spoken to him. It was just a fact: the sky was blue, you need oxygen to survive and Steve Harrington was pretty. It just also turned out there was a lot more to the boy than his pretty face.
It had been weeks of back and forth before Steve had finally got the courage to make a move on you. He had been driving you back home after a shift from work (you hadn’t even asked, he just offered) and was parked outside your house. You could tell he was nervous, his fingers tapping along the steering wheel and rambling out nonsense before he finally kissed you.
It’s been history ever since.
Well, as historical as two months could get.
“Shut up,” you muttered as you felt your cheeks heat up, your heartbeat speeding up at the thought of your boyfriend. It made you giddy and excited and you felt like you were thirteen with your first proper crush all over again.
“Aw, she’s blushing!” Max grinned as she pointed at your pink cheeks.
“Harrington has her wrapped around his finger,” Nancy joked lightly.
“Maybe it’s the hair,” Robin cackled.
However, the doorbell ringing echoed through the house and you were up on your feet before any of the others could even volunteer. You could still hear them giggling as you made your way downstairs, a little confused who could be showing up at this time but to your surprise, you found your grinning boyfriend on the other side of the door.
“Steve?”
“Hey baby,” he smiled at you, all sweet and sunshine.
Your eyes then moved downwards to see the pizza boxes he had in his hands, and you could have sworn your heart was going to explode in your chest.
“Did you get us pizza?” you asked, your voice a little softer this time.
“Uh, yeah,” he said a little sheepishly, almost as though he was second guessing himself. “I just…I remember you said you were having a girls’ night and thought it would be easier than waiting for the delivery guy.”
There was a pause before he continued.
“Plus, you always leave it so late and then get hangry,” he added with a teasing wink.
“I–” you weren’t sure what to say. Maybe it was the way your chest tightened at how thoughtful he was, or maybe because you couldn’t quite believe you had managed to be lucky enough to end up with someone like him—but Steve Harrington had rendered you speechless. “Thank you.”
“No problem, baby,” he said, a faint blush on his cheeks when you leaned over to press a quick kiss on his lips.
“You’re the best,” you grinned back, happy to see that you had the same effect on him that he had on you.
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#steve harrington#stranger things#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington one shot#steve harrington fic#stranger things x reader#stranger things x you#stranger things x y/n#stranger things one shot#stranger things fic
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