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dead wrong — steve harrington x reader

summary: steve harrington is down horrendous for you, his best friend. his love is not as unrequited as he thinks.

contains: best friends to lovers, mutual pining (but mostly steve pining), steve’s pov, fluff galore, idiots in love, reader is good with the kids, reader is a skater like max, reader hurts her wrist and steve is a worried lovesick idiot. cw! descriptions of wounds/blood, mentions of hospital, reader wears steve’s clothes. she/her pronouns used.

a/n: first long fic yay!! I am extremely proud of this so pls love it 🤍

fem!reader 5.3k words

gif by @barneswayne

Steve Harrington is totally, most definitely, not in love with you. Just friends, he thinks, best friends. Best friends who hold hands and sit far too close together.

Speaking of, you push further into Steve’s side, your scent washing over him. Your hand squeezes Steve’s, and he thinks, never mind. Maybe he is in love with you. So in love with you it fucking hurts.

A chorus of shouts erupts around him. You and Steve are watching Eddie, Robin and the kids play beer bong, only without the beer. It’s soda. Dustin starts doing a stupid victory dance while half of his peers laugh and the others cringe. Steve cringes. You laugh. All high and lilting and adorable. Steve has to remind himself to breathe.

He brings your joint hands to rest on his knee. Your rings push into his skin, almost like harsh reminders that he can’t hold you like he wants to. He frowns.

“Steve?” Your voice brings Steve out of his thoughts like it always does. You give his hand a shake. “You okay?”

Steve looks up and prays you can’t see the hopeless devotion in his eyes. You’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, with your messy hair and your eyes lined with glitter. Rosy cheeks, glossy pink lips that he stares a beat too long at. He’s known you for years, and yet he’s never gonna get used to how gorgeous you are. He swallows, forces his eyes up to yours.

“I’m okay,” he says, though he’s really not. He never is, because you never won’t look like that. “Are you?”

There’s another explosion of noise from the soda-pong players, but you don’t seem to notice. You frown like you don’t believe him. He’s being too obvious, he knows.

“Yeah, I’m good. Are you sure, Steve?” You stretch your free hand across your torso to touch his face. Steve heats like an oven under your hand as you press your palm to his forehead. “You’re not feeling sick, are you? You feel sort of hot.”

Steve grabs your wrist, harder than he means to. He loosens his grip guiltily when you give him an alarmed look.

“Sorry,” he says quickly, lowering your hand gently. He can feel your pulse, only just, underneath his fingers. It’s damn sure slower than his. “I— uh, no. I’m not feeling unwell. It is pretty hot in here though.”

A total lie. The only reason he’s burning up is you.

Your frown deepens, a push of your bottom lip that makes Steve want to kiss you. It’s such an overwhelming feeling that he has to blink multiple times to make it go away.

“Oh,” you say. You look around the room and then back at Steve. “Do you want to go outside?”

Steve has a bit of a dilemma. If he says yes, he’ll be alone with you. He can’t tell if that’s a good or bad thing. If he says no, he’ll have to stay in this stuffy room with yelling teenagers and ping pong balls flying at him every five seconds. He decides on the first option.

“Sure,” he says as nonchalantly as he can. Then, to make you laugh, “Smells like boy in here anyway.”

You giggle. Steve feels like copying Dustin’s lame victory dance.

“You’re a boy, Stevie,” you say teasingly.

He wrinkles his nose at you. “No, I know, but it’s like … adolescent boy.”

You laugh loud, your mouth pulled up in a staggering smile. “Oh, okay,” you say, as if anything he just said made any sense.

Steve is starstruck for a second before you’re pulling him up from his seat, your hand in his a familiar, heart-aching weight.

Steve finds himself sitting side by side with you on the hood of his car. He can’t exactly remember how he got here — on the way, all he could think about was your hand in his and the fact that your thumb kept brushing over his knuckles in very distinct lines. Whether you’d meant to or not, he doesn’t know. He hopes you did.

“Any better?” You ask quietly, stretching your pinky across the small gap between your hands to tap his.

Steve feels something like an electric shock where your skin touches his. It baffles him, how such a tiny touch can cause such a big reaction throughout his body. He stares at your hand when he answers.

“Much,” he says honestly. He looks up at you. “You didn’t have to come with me, you know. You can go back in if you want.”

Secretly he hopes you’ll stay here with him forever. But that would be selfish, and if Steve is anything when he’s with you, it’s not selfish.

“Eurgh, no.” You pull a disgusted sort of face that makes Steve grin. “I could barely stand it when you were there. Without you, I think I’d die from the smell alone.”

Steve laughs. Really laughs. The words without you, I think I’d die, float around his brain like fish in a fish tank. When he’s done laughing he catches your smile, all pretty and wide, and his heart does one of those funny backflips that he’s never gonna get used to.

Steve watches as you brace your hands on the edge of the car and push yourself up the hood, pulling your shoes up to rest on the metal. Your skirt is short enough that Steve can see half of your thighs, more when you shift yourself like that. He stares for two seconds too long and then feels so guilty he almost apologises.

Instead, he says, “Aren’t you cold?” He points at your skirt but doesn’t look.

You shrug. “No, not really.”

With a sigh you let yourself fall back against the hood of the car. Your skirt rises even more and a half inch more of your skin is exposed — Steve feels like the universe is out to get him. His only escape is to fall back next to you, his right shoulder brushing your left one. You smile when he does, head rolling to the side to look at him. Face to face now, Steve can feel every small breath coming from your parted lips.

“See any stars?” He blurts, because your face is much too close and he’s scared if you look at him like that any longer, he’ll kiss you stupid.

You look up at the dark, empty sky and wrinkle your nose. “No.”

“Wait, look, there’s one.” Steve lifts his arm to point at what he thinks is a star.

You squint in its direction. “That’s a plane.”

“What? No it’s— oh.” He trails off when he realises the ‘star’ is moving. It disappears behind a cloud a second later.

You laugh, breathless and pretty, and drop your head onto Steve’s shoulder. Your perfume fills the air around Steve and he has to stop himself from leaning closer. You bring a hand up to fiddle with your necklace, a cheap, plastic ‘S’ charm that sits directly on your sternum. The fake diamonds are falling off, half of them gone already, but you’ve refused to take it off after all these years. Steve has one of your initial, too. You got them from a dollar store when you were twelve and pinky promised to be best friends forever.

You slip your necklace safely beneath your top and then stifle a yawn behind your hand.

Steve gives your elbow a nudge. “Tired?”

You shrug one shoulder and then droop further into Steve’s side. Every point of contact between you burns.

“You’re tired,” Steve says matter-of-factly.

You make a noise that’s probably meant to be a sound of protest but comes out more like a tired moan. Steve chuckles lightly, reaches over and rubs your arm.

“Alright, sweet girl. Let’s go home.”

‘Home’ really means Steve’s house, because you’ve left your car there and because you’re over so much it’s become your second home. By the time Steve is pulling up the driveway, you’re so dead beat he doesn’t even consider letting you drive yourself home. You practically hang off his waist as he walks you both inside.

“M’tired,” you mumble as you pass the living room.

Steve has to bite back a laugh. “Uh-huh, I can tell.”

You look up at him and squint like you know he’s laughing at you. Then you say, “Can I sleep in your bed?”

Steve’s heart skips. Sure, you’ve slept in his bed before, but every time you have Steve lay awake for at least half the night. He’s not above admitting that he’s watched you sleep more than once. He’s seconds away from telling you to take the guest bedroom when you pout dramatically.

“Please? You’re so warm.” You push into his side, your arm tightening around his waist like you don’t ever want to let go.

Steve hates himself for nodding, but he can’t help it. “Yeah, okay.”

He drags you up the stairs and into his room. Your makeup and stray jewellery is strewn across his dresser — you’d gotten ready at Steve’s before the party. If you could even call it that, Steve thinks. He plants you on his bed and you fall back immediately, eyes shut tight as your hair splays across the sheets.

“You’re like a zombie,” Steve says amusedly, his gaze all fond and mushy as he looks down at you. “From like, Day of the Dead or something.”

You pull a face, faux offended but your big grin gives you away. “Ew. I’m not that ugly, am I?”

Steve hums long and high like he’s thinking about it. This makes you gasp and throw a hand to your chest like he’s wounded you. Before Steve can get half a laugh out a pillow is hitting him straight across the face.

“Hey!” He exclaims, glaring at you. You’re still lying down, eyes screwed tight like you’re pretending you didn’t just brutally attack Steve. He laughs because you’re fucking adorable. “Zombies don’t throw pillows, Y/N.”

Your words are plagued by a yawn as you say, “This one does.”

Steve sighs at your antics, picks up your murder weapon (his pillow) and replaces it on the bed.

“Oh no,” you groan suddenly, like you’ve remembered something awful, hands flying to your face in despair. “My makeup, Stevie. M’too tired to take it off.”

Your words stick to each other like taffy in your tired state. Steve remembers the last time he let you sleep in your makeup. He didn’t hear the end of it for days. He’d rather avoid your wrath this time round.

Steve sighs, knowing full well he’s about to put his foot in it. “Well, will you let me do it?”

You open one eye blearily and look at him. “Would you?”

Steve shrugs, though the thought of being that close to you makes him feel nauseous. Luckily, you’ve closed both eyes again so he can blush all he wants. Plus, he’d do anything for you. Even endure the overwhelming urge to kiss you breathless.

“Sure thing, babe. I’ll get the stuff.”

Steve ends up sitting on his bed with you across from him, crossed legs pressing up against his. You’re sitting so close you’re almost in his lap. He ignores this for the sake of his dignity.

You’ve got your eyes shut and your hair up in a clip. A lock of hair has tumbled out of its knot and Steve pushes it away from your face, fingers hooking behind your ear and lingering. He keeps his hand on your jaw as he raises his other hand, a wet cloth ready to clean your sparkly makeup off.

“You sure about this?” He asks hesitantly. He’s dead terrified he’ll do something wrong, like get glitter in your eye.

You smile softly, your eyes staying firmly shut. “Yes, Steve, it’s fine.” Your tone is half reassuring and half exasperated.

Steve bites the bullet and goes right in, pressing the wet cloth to your cheekbones first. You’ve got blush and glitter there, sprinkled on your cheeks like fairy dust. He smooths the cloth along your skin and it comes away sparkly and pink.

“Okay?” He asks, pausing worriedly.

You nod slowly, your head starting to droop in his hand. “Yeah, Steve.”

Steve grins fondly at your face, screwed up in exhaustion. He tightens his grip on your jaw to keep your head steady, thumb hooked under your chin. Carefully, he begins to dab at your eyelids, also painted with silvery glittery eyeshadow.

Your face dewy and makeup-free, Steve thinks you’ve never looked prettier. So pretty it drives him mad. He stares, really stares, for far too long but he’s worried if he opens his mouth, breaks the silence, he’ll never get to see you like this again. Your hair all messy pretty, your eyes shut and eyelashes kissing, your pink lips turned in a half smile.

He’s not surprised when your soft voice drifts into his thoughts.

“You done?” You open your eyes, eyelids heavy and head heavier.

Steve snaps out of it. He lets go of your face quickly, slides off the bed even quicker.

“All done,” he says, almost tripping over his own feet.

You smile, seemingly oblivious to his clumsiness. Or maybe, it’s just happened so often that you’re not surprised. Either way, your smile is sickeningly sweet. Steve is torn between the desire to kiss you or run as far away as possible from you.

Your voice matches your honey-smile when you say, “Thank you, Stevie.”

You reach out to touch his forearm, your hand a heavy weight on his skin as you wrap your fingers around his arm and squeeze.

He grins lopsidedly, and he’s sure he looks like a lovesick idiot but he can’t find it in himself to care. “You’re welcome.”

You drop your hand and Steve’s arm suddenly feels cold as ice. He wants to touch you again but knows he shouldn’t. He strides to his bedroom door and pauses to turn and look at you.

“I’m gonna get you a glass of water,” he says. Your eyelids are drooping again. He laughs fondly. “Get in bed while I’m gone, zombie-girl.”

Your giggle follows him all the way to the kitchen.

When Steve gets back, a glass of water in each hand, you’re still as a statue on your self-appointed side of the bed. You’ve swapped your outfit for a grey t-shirt that you totally stole from him but deny every time he asks about it, and the shortest shorts known to mankind.

He switches off the light and shuts the door with his heel. Pointedly avoiding looking at your bare legs, he rounds the bed and sets the water down, then bends over you.

“Y/N?” He whispers.

You hum softly, though Steve can’t tell if it’s a hum of acknowledgement or just a sound you’ve made in your sleep. He leans closer, listening to your breathing. You’re awake, only just.

He brushes his hand over your upper arm, touch as light as a feather. He thinks he feels goosebumps on your skin but doesn’t have time to wonder why. You’re lifting your chin slightly, lips parted.

“Goodnight, Stevie,” you whisper, so quiet he barely hears you. Steve’s heart swells. “Thanks for … everything.”

A few moments later you fall silent and your breathing grows steady, and Steve wonders how the hell you always fall asleep so fast.

He rubs your arm, kisses your forehead because he knows you won’t remember this part. His lips buzz as he pulls away. “Goodnight, sweet thing.”

You’re outside Family Video. Steve emerges from the back room and spots you so fast it’s like he’s got a third eye. He’s both shocked and pleased — he hadn’t expected to see you until after his shift.

You’ve got the kids with you. You and Max are zooming around the carpark on your skateboards while Dustin and Lucas are poised on the hood of your car, poring over comics.

He watches you skate with Max. Like some lame rom-com cliche, your hair is blowing in the wind and Steve swears you’ve moving in slow motion. You’re laughing and joking with Max and Steve stares and stares. Stares until Robin sidles up next to him.

“What’re you— oh.” Steve can hear the smirk in her voice even though he refuses to look at her. “What’re they doing here?”

Steve shrugs and makes an ‘I don’t know’ sound, moving to the counter to put down the box of videos he’s carrying. Robin follows.

“You’re not gonna go say hi to Y/N?” Robin asks slyly. Steve can hear in her voice what’s coming. “You’ve been staring long enough.”

Steve blushes furiously despite himself. “I wasn’t staring.”

“Oh, sure.” Robin hoists herself onto the counter, peers into the box of videos and picks one out at random. “Just like you weren’t holding her hand on Tuesday night?”

Steve can’t exactly get himself out of that one. He snatches the video from Robin with an annoyed tsk, slotting it back into the box. Her laugh is devilish.

“You are hopeless, Steven,” she says, whacking Steve over the head as she hops off the counter.

Steve rubs his head and glares at Robin. If looks could kill she’d be dead meat. “That’s not my name.”

Robin gets this look on her face that Steve knows all too well. He wants to pummel her before she’s even said anything.

“Oh, sorry,” she says, all sarcasm. “What is it, then? Stevie?”

Steve’s blood boils. Only you’re allowed to call him that.

“Y’know what, Robin?” He says loudly. He turns on his coworker, seething. She’s totally nonchalant, a stupid smirk on her lips. “Why don’t you just leave me—?”

“Steve!”

A shout of his name from the door. He turns and finds Lucas standing there, looking panicked.

Steve’s brow furrows. Then he notices you and Max are no longer whizzing around the carpark. “What—“

“Y/N fell,” Lucas says, out of breath. “We think she hurt her wrist.”

Steve’s heart drops. “Shit.”

He goes flying out the door and into the parking lot. You’re sitting on the concrete, one knee pulled up to your chest, your skateboard dormant next to you. Max is kneeling over you, and Dustin has graciously abandoned his comics for your sake.

“Y/N!” He damn near shouts. He runs over to you and Max and gets on his knees. He’s probably just ruined his jeans on the concrete — he doesn’t give a single fuck.

“Y/N,” he says frantically, a tentative hand landing on your shoulder. Both your knees are scraped something awful and a nasty gash blooms on the outside of your wrist. Steve’s worry is loud and his heartbeat twice as much. “Y/N, are you okay? What happened? What’s—“

You look up. Your eyes are shining but you’ve got a dopey smile on your lips.

“Steve,” you say breathlessly. You blink and a tear falls from your eye and over the bump of your cheek. “Hi. Good to see you.”

Steve stares at you in horror. How can you be making jokes at a time like this? You laugh wetly and Steve looks at Max, totally alarmed.

“What happened?” He demands.

Max is much calmer than he is. “She went over a bump or something,” she says. She’s rubbing your back and Steve feels a rush of gratitude for the younger girl. “Fell on her left arm. Her wrist might be sprained or broken, but—“

“Broken?” Steve repeats. He’s pretty sure his soul just left his body.

“I said might,�� Max says through her teeth.

“Y/N?” Steve slides his arm around your shoulder, carefully avoiding your left wrist, which you're cradling in your uninjured hand. “Y/N, baby, can you get up?”

You make a noise like a scoff but it’s muffled by your sniffly nose. “‘Course I can.”

Steve helps you anyway, Max on your other side keeping a firm hold on your jacket. You hiss as you straighten your legs, knee-wounds sprouting fresh blood. Steve bites down on his lip so hard he almost bleeds himself.

“Are you gonna take her to the hospital?” Max asks. There’s genuine worry in her eyes that Steve barely sees. Dustin, Lucas and Robin appear, looking equally worried.

Steve puts on a brave face. “Think so. What do you think?” He asks Max. “You’re the skateboard expert.”

She grins so quick Steve almost misses it. It disappears when she looks at you in your bloody and bruised state. “Yeah. Just in case.”

Steve walks you over to your car, half dragging you. Not that you need him to, he just can’t bear for you to hurt any more than you already are. He deposits you in the passenger seat, ducks his head in to pull your seatbelt across your torso. He’s seconds from ducking back out when you stop him, your uninjured hand on his chest, right over his racing heart.

“It hurts,” you say, quiet enough that only Steve can hear. Your eyes are welling up again. Steve feels like crying himself.

“I know,” he says, nodding vigorously like it will make a difference. “I know, sweet girl. It’s gonna be fine. You’re gonna be okay.”

At this point he’s talking to himself as well as you. You nod in an exhausted sort of way and Steve presses a kiss to your cheek. Slow and soft and as close to your lips as he’s ever kissed. He has to take a few seconds to compose himself before straightening up and turning to the others.

“I gotta take her,” he says, sending an apologetic grimace in Robin’s direction.

Robin nods once and surprisingly, doesn’t say a word. She looks about as sympathetic as Steve has ever seen her. He turns to the kids.

“Help Robin,” he says. He’s trying desperately to make his voice sound normal but falling short of the mark. Everyone notices but nobody comments. “Don’t mess up the store.”

He gives a grateful smile to Max and then rounds the car, hopping in and starting the engine.

You’re half asleep on Steve’s couch, your head in his lap. You’re wearing his yellow sweater — the one he bought only because you’d said he’d look good in yellow. You’ve just woken up from a post-hospital nap and Steve’s hand is in your hair, brushing slow strokes over the side of your head.

He’s feeling a lot of things. Relieved, for starters. The doctor had said it was only a sprain, they’d bandaged up your wrist and you’d left the hospital in far better conditions. Steve was in far better conditions, too.

Steve looks down at you, at your bandaged wrist and the huge bandaids on your knees and thinks, fuck. He thinks his heart is about to claw its way out of his chest. He doesn’t think he can take this love thing any longer.

You stir and take a long breath, turning your head in Steve’s lap to look up at him. Your eyes are tired but you’re smiling.

“You okay?” Steve asks softly. He doesn’t want to break the silence. It feels good, to sit in silence and comfort with you. He runs his fingers through your hair again.

You nod. “Mhm. I’m good.”

“Hurting?”

You shift in his lap. “No, not right now.”

You fall silent and Steve doesn’t know what to say. He wants to tell you how worried he was about you, but you could probably tell. Anyone with a pair of eyes could tell he was nauseous-level worried. Then he thinks about telling you he loves you. It’s a stupid reason, really, but it was all because a nurse had asked if he was your boyfriend. He’d wished he could say yes.

“Steve?”

Steve hums and meets your eyes. You move to sit up and Steve helps you, knowing you won’t let him stop you. A firm hand between your shoulder blades, his palm sliding down your back as you straighten yourself. You shift so you’re facing him, your legs crossed beneath you and your injured wrist resting in your lap. Steve is careful to avoid your wounded knees.

“What is it, babe?” Steve asks quietly. He brings his hand up to caress your cheek, dragging his thumb over a spot where your tears had smudged your mascara earlier.

You melt into his hand, eyes falling shut as a long, deep sigh falls from your lips. You raise your good hand to cover his, holding it to your face. Your hand burns stars onto the back of his.

“Is it your wrist?” Steve asks. You’re acting strange. He puts it down to your injured state. “Your knees? Do you want more ice? New band-aids?”

He’s being a total worrywart, he knows, but who can blame him?

You shake your head, eyes open but cast down. “No.”

“Just feeling bad?” He asks through a frown. In a strange parallel to a couple of days ago, he lifts his free hand to press his palm to your forehead. You feel warm but not hot.

“It’s …” you start, then trail off. Both yours and Steve’s hands fall to your lap.

Steve’s concern spikes. You’ve never been one to hide anything from him. “Yeah?”

“Um, it’s … it’s silly but—“ You take a deep breath and let your eyes raise to Steve’s. You get a look on your face Steve doesn’t quite understand, but it makes his heart leap to his throat anyway. “You know today, when that nurse asked us if you were my boyfriend?”

Steve laughs embarrassedly, too loud and too sudden. So you’d been thinking about that, too. He pulls his hand away from your lap and rubs the back of his neck.

“Yeah, that was kinda weird, wasn’t it?” He says, though it wasn’t really. Almost every new person he meets thinks you’re dating him. “I was—”

“I wanted to say yes, Stevie.”

Steve stops talking abruptly, his mouth slamming shut. He hadn’t really known what he was about to say, anyway. He searches for words but all he comes up with is a garbled, “What?”

You laugh, all soft and slow and distorted by fatigue. You raise your hand to rub your neck, a mirror of Steve only a moment ago.

“I wanted to say yes,” you repeat, like it’s obvious. Even the second time, Steve doesn’t believe what he’s hearing. His chest feels like it’s on fire, worse when you say, “I want you to be my boyfriend.”

For once in his life, Steve has nothing to say. He gazes at you like you’re some sort of angel on earth. Maybe he’s dreaming. Maybe he’s in some cruel dream and he’s about to wake up with his chest aching.

“I …” Steve‘s voice catches on the words. His throat burns so he mustn’t be dreaming. He tries again. “Y-You … you do?”

He’s not even embarrassed by the stuttering. Just when he didn’t think he could be any more in love with you, you giggle. He was dead wrong. His heart grows about three sizes too big for his chest.

“Yeah, Steve,” you say, fondness smothering your fake exasperation. “Do you … do you want me to be your girlfriend?”

What Steve wants is to kiss you. He wants to kiss you til you can’t breathe and then some more after that. Silently, he takes your injured wrist in his hand and gently shifts it so it’s out of the way, resting on the couch cushions. Then he grabs your face, fingers splayed over your jaw and neck. He can feel your pulse. It’s almost as quick as his. He leans so close he can hear every breath you’re taking.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he whispers, his lips ghosting over yours. “That okay?”

You laugh a giddy, breathless laugh, surprised at his suddenness. “Please do.”

He slams his eyes shut, darts forward to kiss you and fucking misses. Your noses bump. A surprised giggle bubbles from you and Steve goes red.

“Wait, I’m sorry—“ He tries again, tilting your head to one side and angling his head to the other. This time it works perfectly, and your giggling is swallowed up by Steve’s mouth, lips fitting together like they were made for each other.

You sigh and go all melty and Steve’s heart skyrockets. It feels like everything in the world is falling into place. It’s years of longing, eternities of lingering touches and offhand compliments and longing glances all rolled into one life changing kiss. Your good hand has jumped to Steve’s chest, first bunched in the material of his t-shirt and then spreading over it, palm atop his wild heart. He thinks he might die on the spot. Or like, catch on fire or something.

Steve is losing breath but he won’t stop just yet. He drops his hands to your shoulders and pulls away a hair’s breadth. Then he dives back in for one, two, three kisses that you respond to with all the eagerness in the world. Your kisses are so lovely they make him light-headed.

When Steve pulls away (for oxygen, nothing less) you chase his lips with yours. He laughs, all fondness. He’s dizzy with love.

“Woah, hold your horses, cowboy,” he says through a woozy laugh. He’s finding it hard to speak. He barely hears himself. For all he knows, he’s talking in an alien language.

“Sorry,” you whisper, not sounding very sorry at all. “So … was that a yes?”

Steve has to laugh. He can’t help it. “Are you kidding? Yes, Y/N. That was a yes. I—“

He’s rudely interrupted by someone banging on the door. He thinks he knows who it is. Only one person he knows knocks that hard.

He sighs morosely but he can’t keep the grin off his face for very long. “I’ll get it.”

He heaves himself off the couch and makes for the front door. You stop him before he gets very far, a hand in his bicep.

“Wait, Steve.”

Steve turns, puzzled. “Yeah?”

You’re lifting your chin up, lips parted. Steve knows exactly what you want.

His grin grows impossibly wider as he bends at the waist to kiss you once, chaste and slow and just as perfect as the kisses shared moments ago. When he pulls away you’re smiling so big he’s worried you’ll get stuck like that forever. He wouldn’t mind.

Another round of banging from the door. Steve sighs, squeezes your good shoulder once and then marches to the front door, just about ready to kick the intruder off his front porch. He opens the door and finds his suspicions were correct. It’s Dustin.

He’s holding a handful of flowers that look suspiciously similar to the ones that grow in Steve’s mom’s garden.

“Those for me?” Steve asks. He shoots his arm out to stop Dustin from barging in, hand gripping the door frame.

Dustin pulls a face. “Ew. No, they’re for Y/N.” He steps aside and more kids appear, plus Robin and Eddie. Eddie’s van has been parked haphazardly in Steve’s driveway. “Can we come in or are you gonna stand there and guard the door like that all night?”

“She’s tired.”

“But we bought chocolates.”

“Well—“

“Dustin?” You call from the living room. Oh, great. Now Steve’s gonna have to let them in. “S’that you?”

Dustin beams and gives Steve an expectant look. Steve drops his arm with a defeated sigh and Dustin goes marching in like he owns the place. Max, Lucas and even Mike follow. Mike, who never shows up to anything. Though Steve shouldn’t be surprised. You’re Mike’s favourite, out of the older ones.

Eddie comes next, then Robin, who stops to give Steve a grimace.

“Sorry,” she says wryly. “They really wanted to see her.”

Steve shrugs good-naturedly. He’s on cloud nine and much too happy to care all that much. He follows Robin into the living room and finds everyone crowded around you, Max on your side and Dustin getting down on one knee to present you the probably-stolen flowers like you’re the Queen of England. You look the same as Steve feels — kiss bitten and with your head in another world. But you’re pleased by the company, he can tell.

Dustin moves to give you one of his bone-crushing hugs and Steve goes all panic mode.

“Please be careful with her!” He says urgently, his panic obvious under the usual demanding tone he takes with the kids.

But you’re laughing under Dustin’s hug, and Steve can’t stay mad when you look like that. You meet his eyes over a mop of curly hair and your gaze goes all mushy and sweet. Steve’s legs feel like jelly. If he keeled over dead right now, he wouldn’t be surprised.

He’s sure someone will see but he doesn’t really care. Grinning from ear to ear, he mouths, “Love you.”

He’s said it before, of course he has, you’re his best friend in the whole entire world. This time though, it’s all the more different. It’s better. You flush, oblivious to the noisy chatter around you.

“Love you too,” you mouth back.

Steve can’t stop smiling for the rest of the night.

thank you for reading! feedback is appreciated!! reblog this and I’ll kiss you on the mouth mwah

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FINAL POLL OF ROUND 1

Propaganda

Hedy Lamarr (Samson and Delilah, Ziegfeld Girl)—Look. I'm sure someone has already submitted Hedy Lamarr because she was spectacularly beautiful, and a very strong lady too: she fled both an abusive marriage AND nazi persecution at a very young age and rebuilt a life for herself pursuing her love for acting all on her own!! Her career as an actress was stellar; while she began acting outside of Hollywood (her very first movie, Ecstasy, won a prize at the Venice Film Festival), she conquered American hearts very quickly with her first movie in the US, Algiers, and then just kept getting better and better. If all this isn't enough, she was also an inventor: her invention of the frequency-hopping spread spectrum radio transmission technique forms the base of bluetooth and has a lot of applications in all kinds of communication technologies. I think that deserves a prize, don't you?

Sonja Henie (Thin Ice, Happy Landing)—no idea if she counts, she's a famous skater more than anything else, but count her for the lols and i'll send you some thin mints

This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut]

Hedy Lamarr:

The only person you can find both on the Hollywood Walk of Fame and in the Inventor's Hall of Fame--her radio-frequency-hopping technology forms the basis for cordless phones, wi-fi, and a dozen other aspects of modern life. She was also passionate in her efforts to aid the Allies in WWII (unsurprising for a Jewish-Austrian Emigree to America), and her name served as the backbone for one of the best running jokes in what is possibly Mel Brooks' best movie. Look, Louis B. Mayer apparently believed he could plausibly promote her as "The world's most beautiful woman". Is an entire website full of people going to be less audacious than one Louis B. Mayer? I didn't think so!

Described as "Hedy has the most incredible personal sophistication. She knows the peculiarly European art of being womanly; she knows what men want in a beautiful woman, what attracts them, and she forces herself to be these things. She has magnetism with warmth, something that neither Dietrich nor Garbo has managed to achieve" by Howard Sharpe, she managed to escape her controlling husband (and Nazi Germany) by a) Disguising as her maid and fleeing to Paris or b) Convincing the husband to let her wear all of her jewelry to a dinner, only to disappear afterwards. Also she was particularly clever and helped develop Frequency-Hopping Spread Spectrum (I can't really explain it but anyway...)

One of the most beautiful women ever in film, spoken by many critics and fans. Beautiful shapely figure, deeper seductive voice, and often played femme fatale roles. She was also brilliant and an inventor. Mainly self-taught, she invested her spare time, including on set between takes, in designing and drafting inventions, which included an improved traffic stoplight and a tablet that would dissolve in water to create a flavored carbonated drink, and much more.

Her depiction of Delilah and Samson and Delilah just lives rent free in my head. The woman was gorgeous.

Gorgeous and brilliant pioneer of modern technology and the middle part.

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nwjenz · 6 months

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❀YUNJIN AND HER IDOL GF huh yunjin x idol reader

○ genre: idol au, fluff warnings: intentional lower case, swearing

୨୧ you were apart of of aespa, yunjin was pretty familiar with your members but not much with you, she knew that you were known for your visuals and that you were very introverted but she didn’t know you on a “personal” level like she knew the other girls.

୨୧ the day she finally met you and it wasn’t just a small greeting at a award show it was when giselle invited her over to hang out she mentioned that none of her members were at the dorm so they could hang and talk about whatever they want so of course yunjin had to agree and come.

୨୧ yunjin and giselle were sitting on the couch as they gossiped without a care in the world until they heard a loud noise coming from the kitchen both girls screamed so loud you’d think someone was getting killed. they peeked into the kitchen to see giselle’s very introverted member leaning on the counter with a book in her hand, apple headphones over her head and a bungeoppang stuffed in her mouth and a plate of two more beside her.

୨୧ giselle let out a sigh of relief and yunjin just stared at you, she understood why you were so known for your visuals you’re gorgeous.

୨୧ yunjin remembers giselle walking towards you and pulling your headphones off of your head while complaining that you scared the shit out of her while you looked at your older member confused still with one half of the bungeoppang poking out of your mouth and yunjin found it adorable.

୨୧ yunjin heart melted when you muttered a soft hi to her as you followed giselle out of the kitchen and to the living room after being ordered to hang out with them as punishment for scaring them even though yn didn’t even know what giselle was talking about.

୨୧ she couldn’t keep her eyes off of you as her and giselle gossip, your little reactions to what they were talking about were hilarious and your shady side comments when giselle would ask for your opinion about situations were so entertaining.

୨୧ and that was the day yunjin knew she wanted to be your friend or more…

୨୧ and that was the start of yunjin coming to the aespa dorms every other day, you know just to her close friends and you…

୨୧she started making conversation with you anytime she ran into you, she’d even help you with baking after finding out that cooking and baking were your favourite hobbies.

୨୧ and she learned so much more about you. she learned that you were an ice skater for most of your life and even did partner work with someone under her company …

୨୧ which had yunjin side eyeing him in the halls with jealousy.

୨୧ months wen by and yunjin was falling for you harder and harder and so were you… and it didn’t take long until yunjin finally got courage to ask you out on a ice skating date which you agreed to of course.

୨୧ the date was filled with yunjin falling on her butt and you laughing at her as you skated gracefully and it ended with a kiss and you officially being her girlfriend

should I turn this into a series with the other members and their idol gfs??

#le sserafim #lesserafim x reader #huh yunjin #yunjin #huh yunjin x reader #yunjin x reader #lesserafim fluff #Lesserafim headcanons #aespa x reader #girl group imagines

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ice.

f1 au: in which carlos sainz is dating a pro ice skater, but things gets complicated when she gets hate for being « too close » to her partner.

carlos sainz x ice skater!reader

(fc: diana denoire)

note: english is not my first language, so sorry for the mistakes this might have xx

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y/n: ready for the finale! praying to go home with the title xx

carlossainz55: and i’ll be there watching you, angel

y/n: @.carlossainz55 ily so much stop

yourpartner: we’re definitely winning this one!

liked by y/n.

lilymhe: aaah can’t wait! you’re going to smash this babe

liked by y/n.

fan1: LETSGO Y/N

fan2: she’s so beautiful

fan3: aww carlos is going to see her

fan4: @.fan3 as he should she’s always there when he has a race

fan5: so carlos will witness y/n and her partner being all lovey dovey just in front of him?

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y/n: WE DID IT!! i’m so proud of us @.yourpartner thank you for being such an amazing friend and partner, i would’ve not been able to do this alone and thank you to all my amazing fans, who never doubt me and make me feel so loved. lastly i would like to thank my amazing boyfriend, seeing you up there, watching me with such a big smile gave me the strength i needed to win.

carlossainz55: i’m so proud of you angel, thank YOU for being the light i needed in my life.

liked by y/n.

landonorris: i didn’t sign up to see carlos being disgustingly in love.

charles_leclerc: @.landonorris we get it you’re jealous

yourpartner: we did it together, y/n.

danielricciardo: YESSSSS you did so good y/n! can’t wait to celebrate your win!

liked by y/n.

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carlossainz55: i don’t think anyone on this planet realise how much this woman has saved me. she’s the most caring, loving, compassionate, funny girl you’ll ever meet. she makes my morning less difficult when i see her smile next to me, she makes my bad days at work better just by existing and looking at me with those gorgeous brown eyes. i am so lucky to have her in my life and to be loved by such a sweet soul. i cannot stay back and watch anyone try and paint her as a bad person. y/n is the love of my life and i’ll always protect her no matter what.

y/n: carlos i don’t even know what to say except that i love you so damn much you have no idea.

carlossainz55: @.y/n i love you too angel.

landonorris: for once i’ll shut my mouth because this is way too cute.

lilymhe: @.alex_albon where is my love letter?

danielricciardo: another day another slay

charles_leclerc: why am i crying wtf

fan1: im on the floor

fan2: carlos keeps setting the bar way too high for us

fan3: IM CRYING THIS IS SOOO CUTE

fan4: "she makes my mornings less difficult when i see her smile next to me" call a fckng ambulance im dying

fan5: GO CARLOOOOS

fan6: carlos really said no y/n slander on my watch

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you and me.

PAIRING... skater!niki x skater!reader | GENRE… figure skating! au, romance, angst, fluff, unconditional love.? | WC... 0.4k | “can we please go back to how we were?”

you cut straight to the point. there was no hesitation and second guessing with niki, there never was. you sit on the bench with your skates still on, an awkward distance away from niki.

“i saw online. why did you say that you wish you were skating partners with haerin instead?”

you had never once felt threatened by haerin. she was a nice, gorgeous, talented skater with her own partner. but to hear your own partner, the one you built years of trust and connection with, supposedly throw it all away was heartbreaking.

“what? it wasn’t like that. i just said it in a moment of frustration. plus, she just wanted some reassurance. that’s all. you know i could never leave you-“

“could or would?” you cut him off sharply. “because it seems like you’re willing to throw this all away.”

your red hands clench into fists.

you can feel him getting defensive, the furrow between his eyebrows prominent.

“y/n, what are you saying? there’s no need to get mad, everyone knows how close we are but i guess she didn’t. i promise i just said it to make my girlfriend feel better.”

he only ever made that face when he was focusing on catching you safely, making sure you weren’t hurt.

“so you’re letting her get in between our relation-our partnership? our careers?”

this time you’re looking straight at him, searching for any signs of what he was thinking.

he pauses, taking a moment to recollect his thoughts before he said something too emotional, too harsh.

“what happened to keeping our personal and professional lives separate?”

you narrow your eyes at him, “shouldn’t i be asking you that?”

niki exhales, scooting closer.

“okay. you’re right. i’m sorry. it won’t happen again. you’re the only one for me. can we please get back on track and focus? can we please go back to how we were?”

you sigh, “it’s not that easy, niki. you have a girlfriend now and obviously, it’s clear she isn’t happy with how we were before.”

whatever “we were before” meant.

he rubs a hand over his face.

“fine. but at least let me ask you this. why do you care so much? you never did in the past with the other girls i dated. you’ve been acting so strange after i started seeing haerin-i thought we wouldn’t let these kinds of things get in between us…”

you don’t say anything, so he continues,

“it’s not like we were dating, we probably won’t ever.”

out of all the times you and niki had both said that—to your fans, to your friends, to your family—

this one hurt the most.

because he was right. and it felt so wrong.

so you take your chance to leave before it showed. but it didn’t matter, because he knew. he always did.

a/n ▸ mwuaha is it gonna be a happy or sad ending (or both)?

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GORGEOUS — P.SH

PART TWO

SYNOPSIS: Social events bore you, but this time, your mother somehow managed to drag you to one. Thankfully, your mother’s friend’s son was there to keep you company, and God, he was gorgeous.

PAIRINGS: sunghoon x afab!reader

GENRE: strangers to lovers, romance

WARNING(S): mentions of alcohol, profanities

A/N: first hoon fic on here 🫶 hope it wasn't too bad cause i feel like it isn't the best 😭 do give feedbacks !!

You contemplated whether agreeing to your mother’s invite was a good idea or not.

It was a Saturday night, your mother had dragged you out to an event her friend was holding, promising you of a fun night that would be a better option than staying home. She’s wrong by the way. Nevertheless, you said yes to it a little stupidly, not knowing that she had a trick under her sleeve.

The house was impressive to say the least. The garden had a lounge area that you most definitely would escape to later on, the inside was decorated prettily and a variety of food were on display, alcohol included. Upon arriving, there were already some people there. Apparently, it was a small gathering with your mother and her friends who’ve brought their children along as well, thus explaining your mother’s invitation. You weren’t up for socializing, but you were forced to now.

You recognized some of your mother’s friends and their kids, greeting them politely. The moment you’ve gotten the green light to grab food and escape the awkwardness of standing silently next to your mother, you bolted to find the food and expensive alcohol.

You got a plate of food, settling down on the lounge area outside, getting away from the group of people that were around your age almost immediately and effectively. Hey, it’s awkward making new friends, cut some slack! You were texting your friend anxiously, hoping for some company even if it meant virtually, completely unaware of a new presence entering your vicinity.

You looked up from your phone, chewing your bread stick with vigor as you noticed a lanky man taking a seat right in front of you, his eyes glued to the screen of his phone in his hand. You blinked, eyes wandering his face and taking in every detail. He was … gorgeous. The moles adorning his features had you swooning, there was a certain gentleness to him that you could sense. God, you were whipped and he was someone you knew nothing about.

He probably sensed you staring and glanced up, dark brown eyes looking in yours, you felt like you might sink and drown and die. You couldn’t say anything to his face, ’cause look at his face! It was enough to catch you off guard completely.

He smiled wordlessly, nodding courteously at you.

You didn’t know who this man was, but he has already ruined your life, by not being yours.

All you could do was take a big gulp of your wine, hoping the alcohol would somehow calm you down. You were flustered by him, a total stranger that you must talk to before the night ends.

Your plate of food was almost gone, the cup of wine was nearly finished from your copious gulps. You didn't need a mirror to know your face was turning red and you were getting tipsy. It was a good thing you could handle your alcohol.

"You okay there?" The man before you spoke up, his head tilted to the side.

He was talking to you? You. Alcohol wasn't enough to mask your nervousness at this point.

"Yeah," you breathed out, trying to get your shit together.

He simply nodded, a small smile on his lips. "I'm Sunghoon,"

"Auntie Park's son? Park Sunghoon?" You remembered your mother talking about him, how he was a great student and a fantastic figure skater, but also an even better candidate for a boyfriend, which was probably your mother's plan of dragging you here.

"That's me," he grinned. "You're Y/N, right? I think my mum mentioned you before,"

You raised an eyebrow in surprise, but it wasn't entirely shocking either considering your mother mentioned him to you as well … a lot. 'Hoon is a sweetheart' 'Hoon is a handsome guy', Hoon this Hoon that, you couldn't believe you had to wait this long to meet the 'Hoon' your mother wouldn't stop talking about, the one who she also wished you would get with. Now you know why.

"Right," you nodded, feeling lightheaded and you didn't know it was because of him or the alcohol. Maybe both. "I heard you're studying Chemical Engineering,"

"Yes, I am," oh, you love a hot man with brains.

"Heard it's hard to study, and it takes up a lot of your time, do you even manage to bag anyone with the amount of workload?" You wished you could've just straightforwardly asked "do you have a girlfriend" instead of running in a circle.

"You're saying I have no game? Is this how you talk to the people you first meet?" Sunghoon laughed humorously, taking a swig out of his can of beer.

"Only the ones I'm interested in," you grinned slightly, unaware of your confidence rising on its own.

"Oh? To answer your question, nah, I'm … not with anyone currently,"

"Really?"

"You seem shocked,"

"I am. You're too pretty to be not taken,"

"Pretty?"

"You are pretty," you blinked, his gaze unwavering as he stared at you, and you wished you could be next to him instead of having a table in between.

"Nobody has ever said that to me before," he was slightly taken aback, but you could see the sparks in his eyes.

"I'll be the first," you raised your beer can at him, seeing an amused smirk slowly making its way to his face.

"You're pretty too," Sunghoon's eyes swept your figure, his heated gaze made you nearly cower.

"Why thank you,"

"You study law, don't you? My mum said that,"

"Yes, I do. I'm still hanging on somehow,"

"Beauty with brains," he noted, eliciting a chuckle from you.

"You're really cute, Hoonie,"

"You think so?"

You hummed in response, your eyes never leaving his, taking in every feature of his. You needed to get to know this man further, you couldn't just let him go.

"Y/N!" you heard your mother screech for you out of the blue, her figure approaching from a distance. You could see her eyes widening in surprise as she noticed who you were sitting with, a sly grin creeping on.

"Sunghoon!" Your mother greeted him. "Glad to see you two getting along. Sorry to crash, but the others are gathering inside for something and you guys should come by too. There's cake as well, dear,"

"We'd love to be there," Sunghoon replied, a polite smile adorning his face.

"Yeah, totally," you clapped your hands together, internally wishing you could spend more time with him than having to be around people you didn't know.

Sticking to your mother was the better option, listening to some random auntie’s tea as their daughter typed away on their phone. You didn’t know where your future boyfriend and soulmate—sorry, Sunghoon—was, maybe he was with his mother, but you didn’t care, or you tried not to, resorting to playing hard to get instead, talking to everyone but him.

It was hard, his magnetic field was a little too strong, drawing you in whenever he got closer, somehow shifting near to you, eventually joining you and your mother’s small group, but nobody paid his presence any attention, continuing their gossiping. You shot him a small smile, acknowledging him, his side basically pressed against yours.

“Hi,” he whispered, smiling just enough to have his dimples winning you over.

“Hi,” you snorted, bumping his shoulder with yours.

“Wanna ditch?” he suggested, a slight hint of playfulness in his gaze.

“Lead the way,”

His hand brushed against yours, testing the waters before sensing the green light from you and intertwining his hand with yours, making sure to take that as an advantage to pull you closer to his side. “Where do you wanna go?”

“Anywhere is fine,” you said, standing in front of his car now, the house far away. “You drove here?”

“I did, I don’t live with my mum,” he shrugged casually. “Speaking of mums, I already told yours beforehand and got her permission,”

“You planned on taking me out tonight?” you raised an eyebrow at him, a sneaky grin making its way onto your lips.

“I wanted to know you better,” he threw his hands up in defense, caught red handed indeed. “Let’s drive around and I’ll drop you off after?”

“Sounds good.”

Driving around the neighborhood and spilling your hearts out was something you needed in a long time. Sunghoon was a listener, a great one even. He eventually parked his car a few blocks down the road from your house, a short moment of quietness filled the gap between you two, and you were too busy staring at him, a million thoughts filled your head, but the words that left your lips were hard to be stopped when you were tipsy.

“I’m mad,”

Sunghoon looked over at you, curiosity painted on his face. “About what?”

“About you. You’re too gorgeous,”

“I’m mad too,” Sunghoon leaned over, closing in the distance between you and him. “I can’t believe you’re not mine yet,”

You rolled your eyes, a small grin appearing as you poked his cheek. “We can change that … but I’m more of a candlelit dinner first kinda girl,”

“Next Saturday?”

“You have my promise,”

Sunghoon nodded, pleased and victorious, fighting back the urge to break out in a big smile and maintain his cool guy facade. “It’s getting late,”

“It is, I think I should go and you should definitely drive home before it gets too late,” you were quite reluctant to end the night with goodbye, wanting to see more of him despite having a date planned already.

“Wait,” you were about to reach for the handle and step out when Sunghoon stopped you. “I haven’t got your number yet,”

“I wrote it down on a paper and it’s in the cupholder,” you pointed at the place where you'd hidden the tiny paper earlier, knowing he would ask so you just had to be one step ahead. “Goodnight, Hoonie. Text me.” you quickly leaned over and pressed a haste kiss on the corner of his lips, feeling yourself turning red gradually.

Sunghoon broke into the biggest smile, grinning like an idiot with his dimples displayed, a cute one. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

He was so gorgeous it made you experience countless emotions, and his personality was equally pretty, just the perfect cherry on top. Your mother’s plan on getting you two together definitely worked, you were ready to make him yours.

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eggplantgifs · 5 months

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Mako Yamashita: She is Like the Swallow » 2023 Japanese Nationals

#mako yamashita #fskateedit #figure skating #japanese nationals 2023 #JN 2023 #program #that was...a chaotic event but anyways #this was such a gorgeous skate #i haven't seen her skate like this in so long #that spreadeagle at the end! and the stsq was beautiful!#but she doesn't even have 4CC minimums so she can't be sent there :'(#@ jsf send your skaters out to b comps more often

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Astrology observations: 18+

Lilith in the 10th house can give someone a reputation for being a slut, and also a tease. People automatically assume the worst of you. People make absurd rumors about these people, and others actually believe them or believe them with ease. Another thing I’ve noticed is that these people are viewed as sex symbols. Even before they’ve done anything sexual they already have a reputation for it.

I have this theory that men with mars in weaker signs such as Taurus, Libra, and Cancer are more inclined to seek out more than one women to feed their ego. These men are also extremely attractive to the opposite sex. One cancer mars I knew had more female friends than male ones. Taurus and Libra mars men always seem to have lots of women who have crushes on them.

Men with weak mars tend to be great in the sac. A cancer mars boyfriend of mine literally read smut to become better in bed. Crazy.

Sidereal Libra risings are gorgeous in a very noticeable way. All my friends and family who are objectively extremely beautiful have this placement. Which makes sense because Libra is the sign of symmetry and Venus (beauty) Honestly model status looks.

People with lots of Saturn aspects tend to have difficult lives.

The most aspected planet in your chart can give you a lot of insight into the energy you give off.

The T-Square really does indicate popularity and fame, but depending on the person this can be either good or bad. I knew a girl who had the T square in her and chart and there is no denying that she was well known. Everyone in our town knew her name, but in a bad way lol. But you know what they say, bad publicity is still publicity nonetheless.

Jupiter and sun in the first house can make someone extremely loud and obnoxious. 😂 Also no filter.

Sidereal Libra suns may give off the vibe that they don’t need anyone, but in reality their ego is dependent on what others think of them.

Rohini moons are captivating. Everyone always talks about their eyes piercing your soul. The type of person that could make anyone think they are soulmates.

Also sidereal Pisces mars women are usually extremely attractive.

A loaded 7th house indicates an abundance of romantic partners.

Rahu in the 12th might lead someone to become addicted to drugs and sex.

You know how people say “you can’t explain attraction?” Alright… but explain Mars conjunct moon synastry. And Venus conjunct mars. Like nearly every couple has this. It’s bizarre. Can’t be coincidence 😭

Saturn in the 2nd house are penny pinchers.

Rahu in the 7th house consumes relationships and can never be satisfied by them. They run through multiple people looking for the one, but they are ultimately left lost when these people can’t fulfill their needs. Ultimately they see themselves through their relationships (Ketu in the 1st{ tail with no head}) They can’t see themselves, so they use others to help gain clarity. I’ve seen these people completely mold themselves into the person they are dating. (Which is normal, but these changes are drastic!!!! Like changing from a nerd into a skater boy, into a goth, into a fighter, into a horse rider in a short amount of time.) Honestly I can appreciate how chameleon they are, they can always change, but they are never sure of who they are.

I’ve read about Moon conjunct Venus men being more inclined to cheat. I observed this once in a boyfriend of mine. (He also had retrograde Venus) which might of affected it. His moon and Venus were in the 8th house (sometimes associated with death) and moon and Venus (commonly associated with the mother) his mother died a few months into our relationship, and he blamed me for her death(long and complicated story) He still wants to see me all the time, and the other day I was talking with his girlfriend (that he claimed that he was broken up with ) and she literally said “I really don’t think he would fuck the bitch that killed his mom.” So I can’t even make this shit up. 😭

#mars synastry #astrology #synastry aspects #moon conjunct mars #venus synastry #astro placements #astrology observations #taurus #aries #vedic astro observations #vedic astrology #libra rising #saturn

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faeriekit · 5 months

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Picture Books for Goth Little Girls: a recommended reads list 💜✨🦇✨

Goth little girls are out there. They are an underserved audience in our libraries, schools, and homes. All they want is to be Wednesday Addams from the original black and white television show, and yet they are trapped in a technicolor world. Please. Encourage their developing sense of style, and donate a spooky picture book to a goth little girl today.

Here are my recommendations for picture books for bouncing baby goths:

Vampirina: Now a kids' television show, still a cute picture book series!

Monster books by Kelly Leigh Miller: Good lessons to learn with Bigfoot, Dracula, and more!

Gustavo the Shy Ghost: another series with a bunch of cute monster friends, and gorgeous artwork! Y hay libros en español 💜

Working Mummies: sadly out of print, but a storytime favorite of mine :(

Vlad the Rad: your child is never too young for skater lingo and spooky old schools!

If Your Babysitter is a Bruja: a gorgeous Spanglish book that doesn't isolate readers in either language. This one is technically cheating since it is explicitly a Halloween book but it's SO CUTE C'MON.

Vampenguin: A spooky summer read! A little identity mix-up on a trip to the zoo. :)

Parents can't resist gendering their child early on, but if there's a young kid in your life who needs a little spooky love, I try to encourage pursuing the interests the kids are actually showing rather than the ones parents wish they had. Boys are often expected to like weird, gross, or hyperspecific things, but parents seem to believe that girls can't like things beyond princesses and unicorns Peppa Pig, which may be all that she's ever been exposed to at all. If your daughter wants to raid the Halloween collection, let her! She'll appreciate that more than being funneled endlessly towards someone else's end goal for her future. You can try out lovely stories in silly/spooky aesthetic, get some story time in to share, and see an image of what a Mummy would look like as a dentist drilling Vampire teeth. The world is vast, and children under five are too young for Goth clubs, so let's compromise in the middle <3

PS: Boys and GNC kids in your life might like these too 😎 Just saying. 💜✨🦇✨

#library posting #faer winds #ys librarian #story time #storytime reads #I don't know what tags people use #goth #kinda #spooky #halloween #yeah close enough #picture books

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bedsyandco · 4 months

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As soon as Jack meets Blue he’s head over heels for her.

-😧

he kind of freezes when he just sees this gorgeous woman approaching him and then she goes down to her knees and smiles, opening her arms as the little girl that’s been following Jack around the last few hours run into her arms.

“mama,” she yells and the woman laughs as she hugs her tightly

“hi baby, did you have fun?” she asks and Rosie nods

jack kind of just hovers, still captivated by the woman and he just smiles as both of their attentions turns to him

“Jack!” rosie yells, pointing towards him Blue stands up as he walks closer

“Um hi, I’m Jack,” he says a little dumbly and the woman smiles at him, sticking her hand out

“Bluebell,” she says and Jack holds on a second longer than he probably should have before letting go

“she was great today. great skater. she’s pretty funny,” Jack says, needing to say something since he doesn’t want to say goodbye yet

“she is. gets her humour from me, not the skating though,” Blue says and Jack wonders for the first time about Rosie’s dad. If he was the one that taught her to skate.

“her dad must be a good teacher then,” Jack says, his curiosity to know if her dad was in the picture, clouding the part of his brain that would’ve said that may be a private and sensitive question

“her uncle taught her actually and I would argue she’s just a really fast learner,” Blue says, losing some of the light in her eyes and Jack scolds himself for being the cause of that

“Time to go baby. Say bye to Jack,” Blue says and Rosie immediately pouts, looking up at Jack with these big brown eyes that immediately make his chest squeeze

“bye jack,” she says sadly and Jack smiles at her, bending down to give her a hug

“there’s another one of these events in two weeks. other players are gonna be here but maybe she’d enjoy it,” Jack blurts out and Blue smiles at him

“I’ll see if the schedule lines up. Have a nice day Jack,” she says and takes rosie’s hand walking away and Jack just stands there observing, smiling when Rosie looks back every few seconds to wave at him

#❥ — ꒰ blue + jack ꒱

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m-jelly · 3 months

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Hiiii there!!! Can I request for a Levi × y/n, where the reader is a figure skater while currently dating Levi and Levi would go support her in every practice but in one of her performance she used Red Swan from AOT and he's just mesmerised by the reader🥰🥹

Thankyouu!!!

Red Swan

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, fluff, romance, established couple, supportive Levi.

After lots of practice, you finally enter an important competition. You give your full heart to your performance and dedicate it to the love of your life, Levi.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

Anxiety was rolling off you as you sat next to Levi. No matter how much you tried to calm yourself, it wouldn't work. However, a sweet and delicate touch from Levi made your heart slow down a little. The soft gaze of his steel blue eyes made you so deeply happy and loved. Everything you worked for was building up to this moment.

You smiled sweetly at Levi. "I'm glad you are here with me. I don't think I could have made it without you." You leaned over and kissed him. "I love you."

Levi's cheeks burned. "I love you too."

You rose to your feet and let out a long sigh. "Okay, it's time." You glanced back to Levi. "This is dedicated to you, Levi."

"I...I'm honoured."

Levi took your jacket and gripped it tightly as you walked to the rink. He held his breath as you moved to the middle. Every inch of Levi hoped everything went perfectly and you weren't hurt. Music was important in this moment. Even though you looked gorgeous, the music needed to play perfectly so you could perform.

As the music played there was a sense of relief from Levi and your coach. Silence came over people watching because you were so graceful and beautiful. Levi could not stop watching you as you twirled and danced.

There was something about the music and the way you danced that just moved Levi. He was lost for words as his heart fluttered in his chest. He had watched you countless times on the ice, but this dance and music was a surprise. You had practiced this without him knowing and you both knew everything about each other.

Tears filled Levi's eyes as he felt so moved. The love you had for him was rolling off you and flowing into him. A blush covered his kissable cheeks when you skated by and smiled so lovingly at him. He held his breath when you picked up speed, he knew you were going for a big jump and spin.

He gripped your jacket tightly and saw you throw yourself for a dangerous move. He rose to his feet as everything seemed to slow down around him. His eyes widened when you landed it and posed causing and eruption of cheers for you. Levi was so proud of you.

The song slowly came to an end and you gave it one last pose. Levi felt like he could just cry, you were a dream. He hurried to the edge of the rink and gripped the edge tightly. A smile spread on his lips as you skated over to him with a shy smile.

You climbed off the rink and panted. "How was it?"

Levi yanked you against him and kissed you with all the love and passion in his heart. He didn't care that people were watching you both, or that cameras were on you. The only think that mattered was you and his love for you.

He pulled back and panted. "You were like a goddess."

You hugged Levi tightly. "I'm glad you liked it."

He lifted you up making you squeal with laughter. "I am so proud of you."

"Thank you, Levi. I don't care if I get an award. All I want is for you to be happy and proud of me."

"I am incredibly proud." He kissed you again before leading you to a seat."You want something to eat and drink?"

You gazed at him with loving doe eyes. "Please."

#levi ackerman #levi #aot levi #snk levi #aot fanfiction #levi x you #levi x y/n #fanfic #levi fanfiction #levi x reader #levi x yn #levi ackerman x female reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x y/n #jelly fanfics #levi attack on titan

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footballlover8 · 11 months

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Hii!! I have an idea that reader is a pro Olympic ice skater and that Gavi and Pedri are in the same ice rank as reader is practicing for the Olympics and Pedri or gavi is admiring readers skill in ice skating

Thank you for reading this ❤️❤️

La campeona || Pedri

A/N:Hi! I’m so sorry this took so long, I’ve been really busy with exams but I’m finished with everything now and have summer vacation now.

Hope you don’t mind me using Carlos sainz as her brother. He won’t be mentioned, I just needed a Spanish last name and he was the first I thought of. I hope you still like it though!❤️ And please remember that English is not my native language🫶🏼

Warnings: cursing? Bad translated Spanish. Let me know is there’s anything else

Genre:Fluff

Requested?: yes/no

(Gif is not mine, all credits too the owner)

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"So it's not completely empty today but I can assure you she won't pay attention to you as she's busy practicing for the olympiques" One of the worker there told the small group of boys.

The boys including pedri, Gavi, Ansu, Alejandro, Ferran, Eric and Dembélé . They figured since they had a little break before national duties they would do something fun together. So here they were, at Barcelona's local ice rink.

"That's okey, thank you so much" Ansu thanked the man before he left, they went to put on the skates and made their way onto the rink.

As soon as pedri laid his eyes on the girl, he couldn't look away. She looked gorgeous, her long, beautiful hair flowing in the wind as her feet danced on the ice.

He was so lost in his own little world he hadn't noticed his friends had already made their friends at on the ice.

"Pepi! You coming!?"

"Yeah, yeah" He breathed out making his way onto the ice.

The girl had yet to notice the group of boys that was goofing around on the ice.

It wasn't until the canarian boy ran into her zone that she noticed them.

But it was too late pedri had already ran into her making her fall on top of him.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean too, I don't know what I'm doing honestly" pedri apologized immediately, embarrassed by his actions.

"It's okey, don't worry about it. Happens" She laughed a little, feeling her face heat up from embarrassment.

She quickly got up before helping him up as well.

"I'm pedri by the way" He reached his hand out for her too shake it.

"I'm y/n" She smiled shaking his hand.

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"You've been going there constantly! You never hangs out with us anymore!" Alejandro complained to pedri who was currently on his way too his car that was Parked outside the training ground.

"You'll survive without me" pedri shrugged not really listening too them.

"Oh come on pedrooooo" Ansu whined.

"Oh come on guys, let him be with his girlfriend" Gavi smirked knowing the exact reason why he had been going too the rink constantly.

"Girlfriend!?" His teammates yelled surprised.

"Gavi!!" Pedri hit the younger midfielders chest earning a groan from him.

"What girlfriend??" Ferran asked

"The girl pedri basically fell on top off when we were ice skating" Gavi teased with his familiar smirk.

"She's not my girlfriend cabrón” Pedri scoffed.

“Yeah right” Gavi laughed.

“No way, she wants to hang with you! You have no game mano!” Eric exclaimed making the others laugh.

“Oh shut up, besides all the girls you follow on Insta, none of them wants to be with you, so shut up” Pedri snapped back.

(Im sorry Eric, I love you, it’s just for the story😭🫶🏼)

“Hey!” “That’s rude!” Eric rolled his eyes as the little group oooe’d at them.

“Okey but she can join us?” Dembélé suggested.

“I doubt she wants too hang out with you Imbéciles. Besides she has a medal to win” (assholes)

“I forgot she was a professional at that” Ansu hummed.

“When’s the competition?” He asked Pedri who was smiling thinking of the girl.

“Tomorrow, so she needs all the time she can get”

“Can we go!???” Alejandro asked excitedly, he really wanted too see the girl Pedri had been hanging out with constantly.

“I mean I’m already going, but you guys have too figure that out yourself” Pedri shrugged slightly, not really wanting them there. He wanted too be with her alone.

“Oh come on! Can’t you get us in?” Ferran groaned

“No” He answered simply.

“Whyyyy!???-“

“I’ve already fixed it” Gavi announced cutting Eric off.

“What do you mean fixed it?” Dembélé asked.

“I’ve got us tickets, but some of you have too sit away from us, there were barely any seats left” He explained.

“You’re a genius!” Eric slapped the back of Gavi’s head.

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“You’ll nail it, I know it. You’re the best okey?” Pedri assured the girl who was quite nervous, this was her second time being in the Olympics.

She was 18 so she had competed once when she was 17. She got second place then.

“What if I fall or something?” She questioned him as her hairstylist was finishing up her hair.

“If you fall, which I know you won’t, you get right back up again. You always do okey?” His hands reached to lightly rest on her shoulder and rubbing soothing circles to make her calm down a little.

“Okey” She nodded letting out a breath.

“Good, vamos, show them who you are” He smiled, helping her up on her feet.

“Thanks pepi” She smiled giving him a light kiss on his cheek.

“Y/n! You have to go” one of the workers told her making her nod.

Pedri followed her down to the rink where one of the competitor were finishing up.

She was completely lost in her own thoughts when she heard the announcer.

“Y/n sainz! 18 years old and representing her home country Spain! Give her a warm welcome!”

(Don’t bully me, I don’t know how that works😭)

Pedri gave her a warm and reassuring smile.

She quickly hugged him, making sure not to bury her face in his chest like she usually would, to not ruin her make up.

“Break a leg” He smiled as she let go making her way onto the ice.

“Wait! Not literally though!” He yelled after her, making her laugh.

He quickly found his place besides his friends and watched the girl as she did what she was best at. His friends were doing the exact same. Not only did she look breathtaking, but she was good at what she was doing.

Pedri couldn’t keep his eyes off her, like quite literally. With every move she did, his eyes followed in a heart beat. She was so enchanting.

Before he even knew it, everyone was clapping and she was making her way off the rink.

“Yo! Pedri! Your girl is tale-“

Ferran couldn’t even finish his sentence before Pedri was running down too her. His friends just laughed at him.

“¡Te lo dije! ¡Te lo dije, joder!” He yelled pulling her into his arms as she had just taken of her skates. (I told you! I fucking told you!)

She laughed at him before hugging him back.

“Anything can still happen pepi, I haven’t won” She chuckled softly

“Not yet, but you will, it’s obvious!”

“Don’t jinx it González” She warned as the two let go of the hug

“Yeah, yeah” he rolled his eyes playfully making her hit his arm lightly.

***

“Hey, do you guys think our kid will be more into football or figure skating?” Pedri asked randomly as they were waiting for the judges too announce the winner.

“Pedri what?” They all looked at the canarian confused as fuck.

“You guys aren’t even dating!?”

“Oh we will, don’t worry” Pedri assured him.

“But like what do you guys think?”

“Football”

“Figure skating”

“It’s too early!”

“What the fuck?”

“Cooking”

“Me”

The answers came everywhere.

“Who said ‘me’?” Pedri asked disgusted.

“Eric” everyone pointed at him.

“Not me” Eric defended

“You perv! I’m gonna get y/n too cut your throat with her skates” Pedri hit Eric’s chest.

“I was joking, you ass”

That’s when the announcer started talking none sense, too them at least, that was until they announced the third place.

“Second place goes too…Dimitri Muranóvic!”

(Completely random name)

Pedri crossed his fingers for the girl.

“First place, goes too the youngest competitor this year! Y/n Sainz!”

She jumped up in surprise, she honestly didn’t expect that that.

As she made her way up on the podium Pedri let out a breath of relief as he cheered on her.

Later that night, Pedri decided too drop the question as he drove her home.

“So…what do you say? Me, you on Friday, I’ll pick you up 6 o’clock?” He was quite confident she would say yes so he wasn’t really nervous.

“It’s a date” She smiled leaning over and kissing his cheek.

“Thanks for the ride pepi” She smiled softly reaching into her pockets too get her house keys.

She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

“Everything okey y/n/n?”

“Yeah, yeah. Two seconds” She chuckled nervously.

She checked her bags, before remembering she gave them too her coach.

“Joder” She sighed, she just wanted too go too bed, she was exhausted. (Fuck)

“What is it?” Pedri asked seeing the exhausted look on her face.

“I forgot my keys, I gave them too my coach” She said.

Pedri thought for a little, would it be that bad too let her sleep at his place. ‘Nah fuck it’ he thought

“You can sleep at my place, I’m sure my brother won’t mind” He offered, trying too not sound too excited.

“I don’t wanna bother you guys”

“You won’t, trust me. Just please? Besides where else are you gonna go?” He asked her as she realized she didn’t have that many friends and the few she had, didn’t live in Barcelona, and the ones that did had boyfriends.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive” He smiled.

***

“Thanks pedri, for everything” She smiled, he had offered her a shower and fed her and just everything a girl could imagine.

She breathed in the scent of his shirt that smelled so much like him. It was so comforting.

“It’s no problem corazón” He didn’t even realize the pet name that slipped out.

She smiled as a little blush formed across her cheeks.

He followed her too his bedroom which was oddly clean, despite being a footballers bedroom. She excepted it too stink like sweat everywhere, but it didn’t. It smelled like him.

“I’ll go sleep on the couch, I don’t have any guest bedrooms”

“What? No,no,no,no,no,no” “I’ll take the couch, you sleep here. It’s your bedroom after all” She quickly denied his offer of sleeping in his bed, she didn’t want him too be uncomfortable on the couch.

“Trust me, you don’t wanna sleep on the couch, fer’s snores like a hombre loco”

She laughed a little.

“That’s fine I’m used too my brothers snores anyways”

“Yeah,Nope, there’s no way I’m letting you sleep on the couch” “not only would my family kill me if they knew I let a pretty girl sleep on the couch but I would too. So…”

Before she even knew it, he picked her up making her squeal, not expecting him too do that.

He carefully threw her on the bed and tucked her in, basically trapping her inside the covers.

“Hey!” “That’s very rude of you González”

He laughed and shrugged.

“Buenas noches, mi campeón” He smiled kissing her head softly. Despite them not dating, they were quite affectionate. (Good night, my champion)

“No, wait Pedri?”

“Yeah?”

“Can’t you sleep here too then?” “I really don’t want you too sleep on the couch” She said as he smiled at her request.

“I don‘y wanna make you uncomfortable or anything” He said, and he wasn’t lying.

“You won’t. I really want you too”

He smiled slightly and nodded his head before telling him he would just change real quick.

Usually he just slept in either his boxers or his shorts because of the warmth. But today he put on a shirt as well as some simple shorts. Only because he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

“Isn’t that really hot?” She asked seeing him coming out from his closet.

“A little, but it’s fine” He answered.

“If it’s because of me you’re wearing a shirt, I don’t mind. All the times we’ve fell asleep on FaceTime, not once have you worn a shirt” She laughed a little

“You sure it’s okey?”

She quickly nodded her head.

“Besides if we’re going on a date soon, then this will be more than just sleeping in the same bed” She shrugged her shoulders making Pedri laugh and shake his head.

He pulled his shirt off and threw it on his gaming chair. She tried not too stare too much so he wouldn’t notice, but of course luck wasn’t on her side.

“Eyes up here corazón” He chukled seeing her hiding her face in his pillow

He got in on the other side of the bed and pulled some of the covers on him as well.

“Buenas noches pepi” She yawned, giving him a soft smile as the two laid face too face. (Good Night)

“Buenas noches preciosa” he smiled as the two closed their eyes. (Good night gorgeous)

The word thing both of them were so tired, but none of them could sleep. Pedri could feel her inching closer and closer too him so as an instinct he wrapped his arm around her waist too pull her closer too him and caressed the back of her head.

She smiled tiredly, burying her face into his bare chest, resting one of her arms across his torso.

He gave her one last kiss on her forehead before the two drifted off too dreamland.

(This is not edited, so please don’t mind if there is any spelling mistakes❤️ Thank you for reading!)

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