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Omg 😭😭😭😭😭😭 I to put Marc in a little jar and protect him from the evil of the world
do not chastise the dove (14) ✧ steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley
do not chastise the dove ✧ a royal moon knight au | ao3 | pinterest board
pairing: knight!steven grant x fem!princess!reader x knight!marc spector x knight!jake lockley
series summary: you were a princess who would rather be anything but a royal; he was the knight her father forced her to marry—a true match made in hell if there ever was one. but, as the wedding inches closer and closer, it seems that, perhaps, your father had finally done something right by you.
chapter summary: the king is exposed, the future is considered, and the past is revealed.
word count: 4,582
warnings?: inaccurate depiction of legal proceedings, fluff, a little angsty, discussion of randall + wendy, discussion of did, pet name (dove)
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Let's go, Kieraaaaan
do not chastise the dove (13) ✧ steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley
do not chastise the dove ✧ a royal moon knight au | ao3 | pinterest board
pairing: knight!steven grant x fem!princess!reader x knight!marc spector x knight!jake lockley
series summary: you were a princess who would rather be anything but a royal; he was the knight her father forced her to marry—a true match made in hell if there ever was one. but, as the wedding inches closer and closer, it seems that, perhaps, your father had finally done something right by you.
chapter summary: the hearing begins, and things aren’t entirely what they seem. (but that is not a bad thing.)
word count: 3,980
warnings?: inaccurate depiction of legal proceedings, a plot twist perhaps, pet name (dove)
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Ugh, the boys are so caring and cute 🥹
do not chastise the dove (12) ✧ steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley
do not chastise the dove ✧ a royal moon knight au | ao3 | pinterest board
pairing: knight!steven grant x fem!princess!reader x knight!marc spector x knight!jake lockley
series summary: you were a princess who would rather be anything but a royal; he was the knight her father forced her to marry—a true match made in hell if there ever was one. but, as the wedding inches closer and closer, it seems that, perhaps, your father had finally done something right by you.
chapter summary: the boys help you readjust.
word count: 4,327
warnings?: a little angsty, a little fluffy, nonsexual nudity, pet name (dove), not proofread
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do not chastise the dove (11) ✧ steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley
do not chastise the dove ✧ a royal moon knight au | ao3 | pinterest board
pairing: knight!steven grant x fem!princess!reader x knight!marc spector x knight!jake lockley
series summary: you were a princess who would rather be anything but a royal; he was the knight her father forced her to marry—a true match made in hell if there ever was one. but, as the wedding inches closer and closer, it seems that, perhaps, your father had finally done something right by you.
chapter summary: you are saved. but it’s not over quite yet.
word count: 2,492
warnings?: vague descriptions of fighting bc i can’t write fight scenes lmao, angsty, a shorter chapter, pet name (dove)
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do not chastise the dove (10) ✧ steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley
do not chastise the dove ✧ a royal moon knight au | ao3 | pinterest board
pairing: knight!steven grant x fem!princess!reader x knight!marc spector x knight!jake lockley
series summary: you were a princess who would rather be anything but a royal; he was the knight her father forced her to marry—a true match made in hell if there ever was one. but, as the wedding inches closer and closer, it seems that, perhaps, your father had finally done something right by you.
chapter summary: operation rescue dove is underway.
word count: 2,218
warnings?: mention of death, mention of kidnapping, mention of psychological torture, not proofread.
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do not chastise the dove (9) ✧ steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley
do not chastise the dove ✧ a royal moon knight au | ao3 | pinterest board
pairing: knight!steven grant x fem!princess!reader x knight!marc spector x knight!jake lockley
series summary: you were a princess who would rather be anything but a royal; he was the knight her father forced her to marry—a true match made in hell if there ever was one. but, as the wedding inches closer and closer, it seems that, perhaps, your father had finally done something right by you.
chapter summary: a look into what’s happening with the princess.
word count: 1,509
warnings?: a shorter chapter whoops, kidnapping, vague descriptions of vomiting, not proofread
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LETS GOOOOOOOO
Mission save the princess will start!
do not chastise the dove (8) ✧ steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley
do not chastise the dove ✧ a royal moon knight au | ao3 | pinterest board
pairing: knight!steven grant x fem!princess!reader x knight!marc spector x knight!jake lockley
series summary: you were a princess who would rather be anything but a royal; he was the knight her father forced her to marry—a true match made in hell if there ever was one. but, as the wedding inches closer and closer, it seems that, perhaps, your father had finally done something right by you.
chapter summary: the last thing the boys are going to do is sit on their ass and wait for someone else to rescue you.
word count: 4,248
warnings?: not proofread
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This poor girl doesn't have a day of peace in her life
do not chastise the dove (7) ✧ steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley
do not chastise the dove ✧ a royal moon knight au | ao3 | pinterest board
pairing: knight!steven grant x fem!princess!reader x knight!marc spector x knight!jake lockley
series summary: you were a princess who would rather be anything but a royal; he was the knight her father forced her to marry—a true match made in hell if there ever was one. but, as the wedding inches closer and closer, it seems that, perhaps, your father had finally done something right by you.
chapter summary: steven wants to make things right with you, but his chance is stolen from him.
word count: 2,464
warnings?: kidnapping, not proofread
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Me reading:
🥺🥹😭😍😮🥵🤤🥴🥹
do not chastise the dove (6) ✧ steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley
do not chastise the dove ✧ a royal moon knight au | ao3 | pinterest board
pairing: knight!steven grant x fem!princess!reader x knight!marc spector x knight!jake lockley
series summary: you were a princess who would rather be anything but a royal; he was the knight her father forced her to marry—a true match made in hell if there ever was one. but, as the wedding inches closer and closer, it seems that, perhaps, your father had finally done something right by you.
chapter summary: feelings get weird when you’re in isolation.
word count: 3478
warnings?: 18+ MINONRS DNI, a little angsty, fluff, smut, unprotected sex, a little bit of fingering, a little cockwarming, pet name (dove), not proofread
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I'm loving the crossovers
do not chastise the dove (5) ✧ steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley
do not chastise the dove ✧ a royal moon knight au | ao3 | pinterest board
pairing: knight!steven grant x fem!princess!reader x knight!marc spector x knight!jake lockley
series summary: you were a princess who would rather be anything but a royal; he was the knight her father forced her to marry—a true match made in hell if there ever was one. but, as the wedding inches closer and closer, it seems that, perhaps, your father had finally done something right by you.
chapter summary: the pieces start to come together.
word count: 3,449
warnings?: discussion of affair, discussion of dubcon, mention of miscarriage, shitty police officer, mention of anxiety, not proofread
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do not chastise the dove (4) ✧ steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley
do not chastise the dove ✧ a royal moon knight au | ao3 | pinterest board
pairing: knight!steven grant x fem!princess!reader x knight!marc spector x knight!jake lockley
series summary: you were a princess who would rather be anything but a royal; he was the knight her father forced her to marry—a true match made in hell if there ever was one. but, as the wedding inches closer and closer, it seems that, perhaps, your father had finally done something right by you.
chapter summary: things get much, much worse.
word count: 4,028
warnings?: royal au, arranged marriage, mention of affair, mention of illegitimate child, mention of assassination attempt, mention of demonization of did, pet name (dove), not proofread
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I know it was her father and Harrow who poisoned her, I just know. These sons of a bitch!
do not chastise the dove (3) ✧ steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley
do not chastise the dove ✧ a royal moon knight au | ao3 | pinterest board
pairing: knight!steven grant x fem!princess!reader x knight!marc spector x knight!jake lockley
series summary: you were a princess who would rather be anything but a royal; he was the knight her father forced her to marry—a true match made in hell if there ever was one. but, as the wedding inches closer and closer, it seems that, perhaps, your father had finally done something right by you.
chapter summary: you receive, perhaps, the worst birthday present of all: betrayal.
word count: 6,543
warnings?: royal au, arranged marriage, assassination attempt, poisoning (nightshade), pet name (dove), not proofread
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"For years now, Jake had had a soft spot for you." Yess, I love when Jake has a soft spot for the reader 🥺
The ending left me like this: 🤨🧐
do not chastise the dove (2) ✧ steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley
do not chastise the dove ✧ a royal moon knight au | ao3 | pinterest board
pairing: knight!steven grant x fem!princess!reader x knight!marc spector x knight!jake lockley
series summary: you were a princess who would rather be anything but a royal; he was the knight her father forced her to marry—a true match made in hell if there ever was one. but, as the wedding inches closer and closer, it seems that, perhaps, your father had finally done something right by you.
chapter summary: marc decides to give you a chance.
word count: 7,060
warnings?: royal au, arranged marriage, abusive father, pet name (dove), not proofread
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Beginning now and already loving it
❤️
do not chastise the dove (1) ✧ steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley
do not chastise the dove ✧ a royal moon knight au | ao3 | pinterest board
pairing: knight!steven grant x fem!princess!reader x knight!marc spector x knight!jake lockley
series summary: you were a princess who would rather be anything but a royal; he was the knight her father forced her to marry—a true match made in hell if there ever was one. but, as the wedding inches closer and closer, it seems that, perhaps, your father had finally done something right by you.
chapter summary: you meet your fiancé, but each time you see him, it’s as if he’s a different person.
word count: 5,267
warnings?: royal au, arranged marriage, abusive father/brother, pet name (dove), not proofread
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I love a good Paul Lahote's fic 🤩😍
Safe - Paul Lahote
a/n: finished this in a couple hours last night :D
summary: during a winter storm, paul’s car breaks down on the side of the road, at a time in which rampant vampires are running wild
warnings: mentions of anxiety
word count: 1.3k (exactly omg)
It was a stupid idea to begin with. The roads were slowly becoming fully covered with snow, but you two wanted to stay at the lookout for just a little while longer, enjoying the peaceful view and getting away from civilization for a while.
However, it was now dark out, even though it was only six o’clock, and there was no indication of a road in front of you.
“Paul, why don’t we just pull over for now and wait till the morning,” you offer, your anxiety rising as he swerves due to some ice on the road.
“Babe, you really wanna stay in this truck for twelve fucking hours?” He snaps, though not too harsh, it was coming from a place of security and protectiveness.
“I’d rather that than attempt to drive and fall off the fucking road into a ditch,” you reply. Paul glances over at you and right away, he can sense your worry. He sighs softly and carefully maneuvers his beloved truck down the road.
“I’ll try to be as careful as I can, baby, but I want to get back home so you’re not freezing in here.”
“You do realize that you have a super high body temperature that could keep me warm all night?” You joke. Paul laughs along with you and shrugs his shoulders.
“I know, but I don’t-no, no, no no!” He groans as a clicking noise sounds from the truck, the engine giving out just as he pulls onto the side of the ‘road’, thankfully on the side with the wall of rock, so there was no way to skid off the edge and into the forest.
“Fucking shit,” Paul mutters to himself, trying to turn the car on. But it’s no use. The truck was completely broken down, and there was no way to jump start it.
There was most likely no one else out at the moment, so no passing cars could be of help. The pack was away for the night and wouldn’t return until the morning, deterring some new group of vampires that was terrorizing the town.
“Well, good thing we have some leftovers,” you murmur, trying to lighten the mood. Paul glances over at you and smiles, grabbing your hand.
“I’m sorry. We should’ve left earlier,” Paul says, shaking his head and looking down in his lap.
“I also wanted to stay, so it’s just as much my fault as it is yours,” you tell him, hoping it makes him feel better. “But I’m glad that you’re not gonna be driving anymore tonight because it’s really scaring me.”
Paul’s face falls and guilt settles in his chest. He should’ve listened to his instincts when he first felt your nerves arise.
“Baby, I didn’t mean to scare you, it’s…” he tapers off, nervous about telling you his true feelings. However, he’s also cut off by you shivering, the cold temperature outside starting to seep inside.
His protectiveness kicks in and he hops into the backseat, motioning for you to join him. But you are unable to gracefully climb into the back, so you get ready to hop out and just get in through the backseat door, but Paul stops you.
“I don’t want you going out there, even if it’s for a split second,” he begs. You stare at him in disbelief.
“I’m not gonna get frostbitten in two seconds.” The look in Paul’s eyes tells you something else is up, so you sit back in your seat, looking at the space that you have to crawl over.
Finally, you manage to stumble back with Paul, falling into his arms, which wrap around you to make sure you didn’t fall off the seat and onto the floor. Your giggles fill the car and Paul grabs a blanket from the trunk while you get comfortable, picking up the picnic basket and finding something to snack on for now.
Paul throws the blanket around your shoulders for now, you curling into his side, finally relaxing into his body.
“See, this isn’t so bad,” you whisper when you finish your snack. Paul chuckles and kisses your forehead.
“For now. Just wait till it drops to ten degrees later in the night.”
“But at least this gives us more time to talk,” you point out.
“Or make out?” Paul offers. You gaze up at him, finding him smirking down at you. A similar smirk tugs at your lips and your hand trails up to his neck to pull him down to you.
Forty-five minutes go by, and you could already tell the temperature was beginning to drop. But with Paul beside you, it wasn’t a big issue. You end up throwing a second cover over his body, just to lock the heat in so that you could feel it more.
He even slipped his shirt off to allow you to feel his burning skin, which you very much enjoyed.
“Does…does you not wanting me to go out there have to do with that group of vampires?” You ask during a lull in the conversation.
You’ve been stuck for about four hours now, and it was coming to the point where you had no idea what to talk about anymore. So, you decide to bring this up.
“Who told you?” Paul mumbles, upset that the pack secret had gotten out. Sitting up from his chest, you grab his hand.
“Emily. It slipped out and I promised I wouldn’t say anything but-”
“Shh,” he coos, placing a finger on your lips to silence you, “it’s okay. I figured one of the other girls would tell you because the guys tell them everything.”
“Then how come you didn’t say anything to me?”
He pauses and carefully thinks over his words, his mouth falling open and closing as he does.
“I didn’t want to worry you,” he finally says. “I know you had a close call with Victoria, and I didn’t want to frighten you with another set of vampires. I knew the pack would be able to drive them up north, so there wasn’t any real worry, but of course vampires are unexpected, so who knows what would’ve happened.”
“And you were scared that they could be around us and smell me when I stepped out of the car?” You could feel your anxiety rising once again, and this time, Paul senses it immediately.
“Hey, hey,” he whispers, cradling your face in his hands. “Yeah, I was…but again, I didn’t want to scare you. You’re safe with me, like you always are. I promise.” You nod and curl back into his chest, sighing softly.
“Paul?” Your voice rings out in the still air, after a few minutes of nothing.
“Hm?”
“Hold me tighter?” You softly beg. Paul’s heart aches in his chest at the tone of your voice. But, he obeys your wish and tightens his grip, pulling you as close to his body as possible.
“Do you wanna switch positions? Do you want me to spoon you, or is this okay?” He asks. You hum happily, snuggling your face into his neck, a small grin displayed on your lips.
“No, this is perfect. Thank you.” He kisses your head softly and rests his cheek in the spot afterwards.
“Get some rest, alright, baby? I’ll call Emily in the morning for her and Sam to come help once he’s awake.” You nod against his shoulder and shut your eyes, focusing on the heat surrounding you and the feel of his body next to yours.
It always did the trick to get you to sleep, and within minutes, you were out like a light, but Paul stayed awake, keeping a lookout to make sure no one else was around and that you were safe.
Though you knew you were safe with Paul, no matter what.
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paul lahote taglist: @volturiwolf
Yeeees, amaziiiing 😍😍😍
the last in line || e.m.
in which you really need coffee and eddie just happens to be in your way
eddie x fem!reader we’ve all heard of luna lovegood readers, now I give you lorelai gilmore readers (aka caffeine-fueled slightly chaotic individuals).
content: meet-cute, a lil’ bit of flirting, a lil’ bit of caffeine dependency, 100% inspired by my favourite story in gilmore girls, badly proofread because it’s 2:30am
word count: 2.9k
The diner is unsurprisingly busy, like every Friday night, when the Hellfire Club walks in. Small but cozy, it’s located on the very edge of town. The checkered floor is sticky and the smell of oil mixed with cinnamon clings to the light blue walls and the fake leather seats like bad perfume, but they always have rock music playing softly in the background and, better yet, they make the best burger and fries in town since Benny’s closed down -greasy, tasty and cheap. Perfect for a bunch of hungry boys with limited budgets.
Grabbing a bite after their weekly meetings has become new a tradition now that Eddie and Jeff have graduated, both boys part of Hellfire still, their friendship and bonds over shared interests transcending the halls of Hawkins High. They’re a rowdy group, rambunctious and loud, and they don’t have the best reputation in town, but the owner knows them and always welcomes them in without qualms, just a plea to keep the noise to a minimum. They try their best to behave and fail half the time.
Tonight, the Club is particularly animated. They started a new campaign earlier today and Eddie’s gone all out. With an intricately designed storyline, extra minor quests, tricky villains and a surprise plot twist at the end that no one’s expecting, this is his best work yet, if he says so himself. Satisfied with the feedback he’s received so far, Eddie is in a very good mood as they sit around their usual booth, one to the right that’s big enough for all seven of them, so much so that he volunteers to order for the group.
As it often happens when they get together, chaos ensues, each boy outscreaming the others trying to get their leader’s attention, words mixing in that cacophony of incoherent noise that seems to follow them everywhere. But if the party’s loud, Eddie Munson is louder, and he commands attention with ease. Slamming is ringed hand on the wooden table, he makes himself heard. “Shut up!”
Six pairs of eyes focus on him, knowing better than to try and argue with the boy -he’s nothing if not stubborn, and although kind and generous, Eddie hates to be contradicted or ignored. So they look in silence, expectantly, as they do when they’re in the middle of a campaign and he’s weaving stories in a low voice.
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I want a romance like that 😭😭😭😭 sending this to my boyfriend so he can learn how to talk about me
Joe passionately rambling on about Y/N for six mins and thirty-four seconds video
Pairing: Joe Keery x Actress!Reader
Word Count: 1.5k
Category: Fluff. That's all.
Warning: None
Summary: Steve Harrington and Penelope Carter did not stay together at the end of the fourth season of Stranger Things, and the internet has a lot to say about that. In contrast, to warm the hearts of Steddy's fans, one fan shares a six mins and thirty-four second compilation of Joe Keery passionately rambling on about you, his girlfriend, and coincidentally Penny Carter herself.
"Joe literally pinched himself upon seeing Y/N on set for the first time." Matt Duffer told during an interview with Variety in June 2022. "You remember that, right?"
Ross Duffer, sitting next to his brother, laughed as he shook his head, arms crossed over his chest. "There's no forgetting it." He joked. "They sat next to each other in the script room, and you could just see how nervous he was. It was a really fun thing to watch."
Matt nodded, humming as he did so.
"Yeah, I think that's why we can say that we were kind of prepared for the negative fan reaction regarding Steve and Penny's tragic ending in season four, you know?" He added. "We knew from the beginning that it would be hard to convince the audience that Steve and Nancy should be something when we had Joe Keery in love with Y/NY/L/N since the first time he saw her."
To say that the internet was in mourning would be an understatement.
The fourth season of Stranger Things had premiered some time ago, and for fans of the TV show, that was synonymous with hope. This time, Steve Harrington and Penelope Carter will finally be together.
The development from friends to lovers between the characters was something that fans had longed for since the first season, which unfortunately did not happen. Penelope received a tragic ending in Upside Down, and the scene in which her bloodied body was embraced by a miserably distraught Steve had generated thousands of disgruntled tweets and videos on TikTok — most of them featuring puffy-eyed girls, tears streaming down their cheeks as the scene in question played in the background.
Steve and Penelope hadn't gotten the ending they deserved, but you and Joe were the protagonists of another story, this one being in real life, and knowing that you two had been together for more than four years mended a little the crack left in the hearts of Stenny fans.
One video in particular, accumulating a little over 1,5 million views on YouTube, had been shared by a Twitter account along with the hashtag JusticeForStenny, on the rise since the last episode of the fourth season was aired:
@stennylover: steve and penelope didn't get a chance to be together and I know everyone here is heartbroken about it, but here is a compilation of joe passionately rambling on about yn for six mins and thirty-four seconds to warm your hearts
The video in question begins by showing the title text in white capital letters on a black background, the instrumental of Paper Rings by Taylor Swift playing in the background:
Joe Keery passionately rambling on about Y/NY/L/N for six mins and thirty-four seconds straight.
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The first recording shows Joe standing in front of a white background during the Glamour's friendship test, arms behind his back and eyes fixed on the floor. He was wearing a plain black shirt, the length of his hair a little shorter than that sported by Steve Harrington indicating that he was preparing for another role.
"I— I was just mesmerized the first time I saw her, honestly." He shakes his head slowly, his lips curving into a comforting smile. "She was visibly excited to be on set. It was like it was her first time in an environment like that, and it was really adorable to see her so excited about every little thing that happened." He said before looking at the camera, the smile not abandoning his lips. "When we had scenes together— which happened a lot, I used get so fucking nervous." Joe laughed, his cussing censored by a beep. "I was constantly getting my lines wrong because of that, and she's always been so thoughtful and patient about it, you know? Which only made my situation worse, actually." He joked, scratching the back of his neck as his eyes meet the floor once again. "She would always ask me if I needed a break, because, you know, she genuinely thought that these mistakes were because of fatigue or something, when internally I was like, 'Oh, I'm fine, I'm sorry about that, I'm just, you know, thinking of a way to ask you out on a date.'"
The video then cuts to the Wired autocomplete interview granted by Joe and Gaten Matarazzo.
Gaten is holding the styrofoam board while the phrases with "is joe keery" remain hidden under white stickers.
"Okay, so let's see what we have here." Joe hums as he pulls out the first sticker. "Is Joe Keey," he begins, "Y/N/Y/L/N's boyfriend in real life?"
"I love the fact that your first question has to do with Y/N." Gaten joked.
"Yeah, I was about to say that, man." Joe played along, leaning forward with one hand on his knee. "But yes, I am Y/N's boyfriend in real life."
"Title he's most proud of." Gaten punctuated, raising his index finger.
Joe clicked his tongue, a smug smile adorning the corner of his lips. "I mean, my girlfriend is Y/N/Y/L/N." He makes a point of stressing your name as if no one knows. "You don't meet many guys this lucky."
Gaten contracted his face in a fake expression of disgust, shaking his head before looking directly at the camera.
"We are still on a mission to find out how much he is paying Y/N."
The next cut is from an interview of Joe to GQ Spain where he was responding to some comments from fans on the internet.
"Youtube." Joe announced before the edit added a lofi song along with a video of Stranger Things fan comments on a scene of Steve and Penelope in the second season, then focusing on one specific user. "I honestly don't know how Steve doesn't realize that Penelope has a crush on him. Is he an idiot?" He reads as the comment remains on the screen.
The video then turns back to Joe.
"I mean, yeah?" He laughs, the video returning to the commentary session as Joe's lines were added as a response along with a typing sound. "I see a lot of Y/N—my girlfriend, in Penelope, you know? Not just because she plays her, obviously, but also because they're both so smart and have such a gentle soul that it's almost like they're magnetic, so when someone asks me what the similarities are between me and Steve, I make it clear that I'm a little smarter when it comes to girls, because I would never let someone like Y/N or Penelope get away. Thank you."
The video then cuts to an interview of Joe on The Tonight Show with Jimmy Kimmel.
"Can we— Can we talk about Y/N/Y/L/N?" Jimmy asked as he leaned over his desk. The audience whistled and clapped loudly as soon as your name was mentioned, making Joe smile. "I mean, we all love her here, and we know you've been together for years— over three years, right?"
"Yeah, that's right." Joe squeaked, shaking his head. "We kind of got tired of just being on screen, you know?" He made a joke, laughing at the thunderous reaction from the audience.
"Man, this is so cool!" Jimmy exclaimed genuinely, causing Joe to nod his head and mutter an almost inaudible "thank you." "And how was the preparation for you two for this fourth season? If I'm correct, the recordings were interrupted due to the pandemic, right?"
"Oh, yes, unfortunately we had that setback and that's why there was a significant delay compared to the other seasons." Joe explained.
"And you two were together during that time?" Jimmy inquired curiously, arching his eyebrows. "Practicing the script together and all that stuff?"
Joe crossed his legs, interlacing his fingers over his lap.
"Well, we did a lot of fun stuff during those months, and of course discussing the script ended up being one of them, but we also kind of took that time to disconnect a little bit, you know?" Joe replied, "We cook together, we write songs together, we learn about gardening on YouTube…" He enumerated with his fingers, "just a bunch of cool stuff."
"Oh, that sounds amazing." Jimmy said in an impressed tone. "Just a couple discovering new hobbies, right?"
"Yeah, but Y/N, she's just— she's just a lot smarter and more talented than me, you know?" Joe said amidst a laugh. "She can act, she can write, she can sing, she can knit, she can read a book about what are the right garden pots for each kind of seed and suddenly become a big Wikipedia on the subject…" he rambled, gesticulating excitedly, "It's amazing. She is amazing. I'm one hundred percent sure she could build a rocket from scratch if she wanted to."
"Wow." Jimmy smiled, exchanging a quick glance with the audience before facing Joe again. "So I guess we can say you're a little bit in love, right?"
Joe blushes, his eyes dropping to the floor before turning to Jimmy." "Yeah, I kind of am."
Crying screaming throwing up 😭😭 KISS YOU FOOLS!
Would you be willing to do hide from the prompt list with Steve?
your wish is my command ♥ sorry, it's a bit angsty cause i'm feeling down today
[HIDE; Allowing the smaller friend to hide in the bigger friend’s jacket, arms closed around them and the smaller one’s face tucked close. ]
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You lean against the wall, hugging yourself in hopes of warding off the cold. And God, it is cold. Your breath creates little white clouds, but the cold isn't as bothersome as the anxiety that's been squeezing your throat minutes ago.
"What are you doing here?" asks Steve, a step away from joining you. He rubs both hands together, seeking some kind of warmth. "It's freezing out here."
Steve is a good friend — the best. It's always been hard for you to talk, especially about your own feelings, and with Steve sometimes it feels like you don't even have to. He seems to be able to read your thoughts, to always know when to give you space, when to make sure you're not alone.
You hope that's not true, though. That he's not able to read your thoughts, that is. You don't want him to know a few in particular, the ones you have when you say something that makes him laugh, truly laugh, the kind that has him throwing his head back and making the most wonderful sound in the world. Or when Steve squeezes you into a hug and his scent seems to linger on you for the rest of the day. Or when…
Well, better stop there.
The sound of your name makes you turn your head to look at him. "Hmm?" you ask.
"Are you cold?"
You rub your own arms. Except for your hands, you're not feeling that cold, but it was definitely warmer inside the house. Too warm, somehow. Suffocating.
"I'm not taking your jacket," you say, already all too familiar with Steve's kindness and the way his ridiculously nice brain works. He gives so much to others that someone needs to remind him that he is also a person with needs like everyone else.
"But-"
"No."
Steve takes your hands between his and blows hot air into them. "You look like you're cold."
You're not — well, at least you don't feel like you are. It feels like you're burning hot right now, this close to him.
He doesn't let go of your hands. Instead, his fingers close around your wrists and he gently pulls you closer.
"Come here," he whispers, and you let him wrap your hands around his own waist, under his jacket, fluffy and warm and incredibly cozy. You enjoy the feeling of his chin resting on top of your head, of his hands rubbing your back slowly. "Better?" he asks.
You let your eyes close for a moment, hugging him a little tighter.
"You're my favorite person," you whisper against his chest, kind of hoping he won't hear.
Of course, he does.
"Oh, I think I'm going to need this in writing," Steve says, and you can pretty much hear the smile in his voice. "Just wait until I rub that in Eddie's face."
He feels your laughter in his chest, as if it were inside his heart. Maybe it is.
After a moment, he whispers against your hair, "You're my favorite person too."
I confess that I cried my eyes out reading this 😭
ALSO STEDDIE ANGST IDEA: the reader is always super supportive of the boys endeavors, she goes to all the corroded coffin shows and steve’s basketball games whatever, but the one time she has something important, they accidentally sleep through it @mysticmunson
elora elora my beloved. this is for u i love u 🤍
— poly relationship, however they have their own bedrooms for this one! for the sake of the story, anyway. fem!reader
the boys' ears perk up at the sound of your bedroom door opening. steve turns away from the stove, eddie stops chewing and lets his spoon fall onto the cereal bowl and beneath the milk that he's too distracted to frown about it. they hear your heavy footsteps, which quite sounds like feet dragging through the floor and more like stomping.
when they see you emerge, it's nothing like they expected.
while your hair is combed and your clothes flattened, your eyes resemble the long hours of weeping; from the puffy eyes, the pinkish scleras, and the loud, long sniffing. steve's excited smile falls, eddie's shoulder slumps. it's sometimes amusing how they mirror each other's expressions.
"hey," steve turns the stove off and drops the spatula on the pan, a hand reaching out towards you with his lips into an upcoming pucker. but you dodge his hand, swerving, maybe even flinching with a stoic look. his heart swells.
eddie tries next. he moves away from the kitchen island, a hand hovering at your back to place itself there but you swerve away to take the decanter off the coffee maker to pour yourself a cup.
his hand falls disappointedly down his side, his lips twitching downward, looking at steve sadly and miserably.
you ignore them both, the octave sound of hot coffee falling onto the porcelain mug filling the silence that coalesces with the tv in the back and the muffled yelling of children outside of steve's house. out the corner of your eyes, you see steve swallow thickly before he takes a plate from the rack and tilts the pan until the eggs fall onto the middle, whereas eddie hesitantly goes back to eating his cereal.
when you place it back, steve sees you debate, whether you go back up with your coffee only, or sit down with a chair between you and eddie. he makes the decision for you, wanting to know what's wrong — he slides you a plate full of scrambled eggs and toast.
you stare at it for a bit, before you finally decided to sit down and look down at your food than at steve, though you speak your gratitude through a small 'thank you,'
they decide to settle in silence, both of them eating breakfast as you slowly sink into your corner, trying your best to eat your food faster so you could just go back into your room. you only wanted silence for now, anyway. you're still upset. too upset.
but eddie, poor boy can never stand the silence, looks at you and clears his throat. "so, what'd you do yesterday, sweets? don't think stevie and i saw you the entire day."
their cluelessness ignites the vexed incendiary inside your chest. your fingers tighten around your fork, shoving an egg inside your mouth, your eye twitching and your eyebrows furrowing together slowly as you reply,
"it was fine," you say curtly, sharply. both of them taken aback by your laconic reply. eddie senses something wrong, his mind racketing through countless memories, while steve tries to stop the bomb from exploding.
"yeah?" steve spreads the butter on his toast, the rough scraping of knife against the toasted bread. "uh, where'd you go?"
he looks at eddie cautiously, who's eyebrows raise like a shrug. you stab the egg this time. "an event."
"an event?"
at this point, you're about to break the plate. you shrug, taking deep breaths. "yes."
steve wipes his fingers on a towel hanging by a knob, taking a bite of his bread. "what event? why didn't you tell us?"
maybe you could have bent the fork in half if you could. your eyebrows furrow, all of you dissolving into nothing but a vestibule of exasperation.
eddie sees it as clear as day; he knew that what steve said had struck up a mark, so he shoots him an wide-eyed 'what the fuck' kind of warning to him, the soggy cereal stopping on the left side of his cheek.
"wow, gee, i wonder why i didn't tell you," you snort, though despite that, it's absolute irritation in your voice. with a hint of sadness, eddie thinks. "maybe because i told you, like, everyday of the fucking week. maybe even the night before that event."
it clicks to steve, only then, that you actually did tell him. and eddie, who's expression has fell similarly to his when it comes to a realization.
"i was thinking maybe you guys would have remembered because you promised." you continue, barely looking at them in the eyes, like they're embedded between the hills of your egg. "but maybe, maybe you guys didn't remember. so i guess it's my fault that i didn't fucking tell you about it,"
"babe, i—" steve looks forlorn. you don't feel guilty about it at all. maybe a little, even though your voice had been soft yet somehow sharp, because you really are upset. you had every right to be.
eddie reaches out to hold your hand but you flinch and he thinks he could have just sobbed in his seat. "sweetheart, we must have slept in. i- we're sorry."
"no, you're not," you can't help but sniff and blink from something that stings your eyes, pushing the plate of eggs away.
"we are, baby, hey–" steve rounds over the counter so that he could kneel in front of you. eddie, who's got no clue how to deal with this situation, decides to kneel beside him. "baby, come on..."
you look away from them with a small whimper, your bottom lip wobbling. "i just thought, maybe, you guys would have done the same thing. come to this event and be there, y'know? and i just- i just kept waiting and waiting–"
"and we're complete idiots," you feel eddie take your hand. you know it's him because you feel the roughness on his ever-loving fingertips that dotes heat over your trembling hand. "we slept in, (y/n)."
steve nods. "we slept in and we're idiots." he rephrases. he doesn't like the way eddie had said their reason, and pinches his thigh. he winces quietly that you miss. "that's– that's not a good reason. in fact, we shouldn't even be reasoning at all,"
then, it comes as a jagged whisper. it's a blunt knife that pierces deadly through a heart. "i just thought that maybe i was as important as you said i am."
the two boys quiet down and stare defeatedly, both rocking back from their weakened knees.
"you are important,"
"steve—"
"punch me in my goddamn head if i ever made you feel like you're not important."
and eddie, ever the jest, knocks his shoulder against steve's. "in fact, do it now. now baby, he's an idiot. he deserves it."
"you're just as much as an idiot as i am,"
"just stop," you dig the heels of your palms on your eyes, your chest heaving.
none of it is helping; normally, a thing like this was something you were just gonna brush off. but they'd promised, and you expected, and then all you felt was disappointment and utter shame. and now you're mad, because you feel that way and because they'd been the one to make you feel that way.
you're mad because they made you wait for nothing.
eddie's whiskey eyes are sorrowful at his mistake. it's a sight that makes you cry abruptly, looking away from them and hiccuping into your damp palms. steve's hands reach up to tug on your wrists and wipe your fat tears with his thumb, eddie standing up to move behind you and to wrap his arms around your neck to keep you close.
"stopping, baby," steve leans up to kiss your forehead. "stopping. we're stopping, honey, i'm so sorry,"
"it won't happen again," eddie's lips move against the hair on your temple as he spoke, his mouth puckering to leave the faintest kiss ever. steve picks up a tissue somewhere above the counter and wipes your tears. "i promise you, princess,"
"we promise," steve wipes gently under your nose. you let him, clasping weakly onto eddie's forearm around you. "we love you, okay? you're important to us,"
you sniffle, the slightest scrunch on your nose. your proclamation is baulky as you say, "i still don't forgive you,"
"you don't have to," eddie swerves in front of you to face you again, placing his hands on your arms and massaging them. "not right now, at least."
the sigh you admit reassures them, even the small smile that paints your tear-stained face. the two boys come up to kiss each cheek, making you giggle; forgiveness is yet to be built, but you know they're willing to work for it.
Ugh, James is the worse type of "friend".
So cute Eddie and y/n together and the ending was awesome ❤️
Forging a New Path
When your best friend ignores you for his girlfriend of the month one too many times, you open yourself up to a new friendship that eventually evolves into something more.
Words: 8.2K Author’s Note: Stranger Things AU - no Upside Down. Eddie will also be moving to Hawkins at the beginning of your and Robin’s senior year.
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OMG that was perfect, absolutely perfect 😂😂 I loved it so much! And the ending was 😚🤌
Eddie’s girl
Plot- the party agreed on 1 thing only, do not let the new girl meet Eddie Munson (fluff)
Master-list
Steve and Robin were talking at the counter about his latest date. Well, Steve was, and Robin was mocking him.
“I’m telling you, she was insane. She poured half the container of salt on her noodles. Who goes to an Indian restaurant and gets buttered noodles? “ Steve complained.
Robin rolled her eyes and said, "Jeez, Dingus, you have such real problems in the world.” As she checked in, all the tapes were returned.
The pair’s eyes rose when a shadow casted over the countertop. There stood the most gorgeous girl they had ever seen. She had her hair styled nicely, a smokey eye look, eyeliner sharp as a knife, and cherry red lips. Her arms were warmed by a leather jacket; a band tee lay underneath, and they guessed jeans would be covering her legs if they could see. Maybe a pair of sneakers to go with the look. She had her fingers decorated with chunky rings and black nails.
Steve felt drool hit the bottom of his chin. This girl looked like someone who knew how to ruin your life, and he wasn’t mad about it.
Robin felt a blush creep on her cheeks. This girl looked like she’d ruined Robin’s innocence with one touch, and she wasn’t mad about it.
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Sirius 🥺 Also y/n is a badass and care for Harry 🤩🥺
May I request a one shot Harry Potter with a reader who’s basically his personal healer, they’ve known each other since they were neighbors and she always looked out for him and banged him up and Harry is super protective of her.
first night back ; harry potter
synopsis: for once, harry's the one cleaning up y/n and making sure she's okay.
warnings: foul language, muggle!reader, punching, blood, harry being hit by vernon, reader being hit on, cat-calling, author likes the color green too much smh, tw: dursleys, this is a lil violent, kinda veered off the request i'm sorry 😣❤
reader's pronouns: she/her
harry left the house in a rage. not only had Dudley 'accidently' tripped harry, but was also given a sharp slap to the face by his uncle for 'lying' about what happened.
fuming, harry practically stomped to the park. muttering colorful words and kicking small rocks, he didn't notice the neighbor girl quietly singing an old song and petting a black dog on an area of grassy field.
"harry?" she called.
the teen whipped around, startled. he sighed in relief when he realized it was y/n. "hey y/n," he greeted, moving to sit by her and the dog, who was looking pretty grimy.
y/n squinted at him. bringing her hand up, she tilted his face in her hold. harry's eyes widened slightly. "what happened this time? it's odd for me to be needin' to be healin' ya when ya just got back," y/n asked, rubbing a thumb over the dark outline on his cheek.
harry's ear were flushing a dark red. quickly swatting y/n's hand away, he shrugged. "oh, y'know... just a day in the life of a Potter." he tried to laugh it off, but y/n wasn't having it.
the dog moved to lay in both of the teens' laps, looking eager to witness y/n's argument. "oh," she began. "so this has absolutely nothing to do with the screaming match i hallucinated earlier?"
the dog seemed to smile before looking over to harry for his reaction.
harry looked down. "y/n... it's really- it's really no big deal. dudley just, uh, just made me slip-"
"and that motherfucker making you slip up warranted a screaming match that ended up in you probably bein' kicked out for the night?" y/n asked automatically, bright eyes waiting to be told wrong.
harry sighed. "i only got mad because i'm still s- y/n, sweetheart you worry too much."
sweetheart.
"maybe you simply don't worry enough." y/n suggested.
harry swallowed. "y/n-"
y/n's hands shot out, grasping his face and pulling him toward her. the dog yelped at the sudden movement.
"harry i'm serious." she said.
releasing him, the dog jumped up and started licking y/n's face, tail wagging happily, smacking harry in the face.
spluttering, y/n pushed the dog away. "i guess you were serious too," she mumbled, wiping his face.
the dog jumped around the two happily, causing y/n and harry to laugh.
when the dog finally tired himself out, he flopped down against y/n and stared up at harry. "no no, darling, stand up. we're goin' back to my house." y/n said, and stood up, joint popping.
harry rose, still sore from falling off his broom the previous day, and fell in step beside y/n.
the dog, who was still being called 'The Dog', followed y/n and harry happily. sirius had a protective eye on y/n the second she offered him food and spent her lonely time with him. it was a welcome happiness from being shooed away from adults. she had a good sense of humor that reminded him too much of himself and his friends when they were all young and naive and (mostly) happy.
harry and y/n's conversation was cut short from a loud wolf whistle from across the street. sirius, harry, and y/n all looked at the small group of older guys already looking over at them. "damn girl! ditch that kid and come hang out with us!"
y/n sighed and flipped the guys off and continued walking.
hearing them talk amongst themselves gave y/n the time to grab harry's arm and drag him away. sirius growled at the group, already picturing ripping their throats out, like buck in call of the wild.
he was still growling when y/n called for him.
the sounding of footsteps made y/n walk faster, grip on harry's arm tightening immensely.
"hey, we're just bein' nice an' all. come on, ditch that mutt and-" the guy didn't get to finish his sentence before y/n scoffed, trying to walk faster.
the guy reached for her arm. "don't fuckin' touch me." y/n spat in the guys face, eyes burning with a glow harry had never seen before.
the guy's eyes hardened and he stuck his hand out and grabbed y/n's arm and tried to rip her from harry. but y/n punched him straight in the face. sneer on her face, she brought her knee up and kicked him in the crotch. while he was doubled over, she pushed him down to the ground and started sprinting the other way.
holy fucking shit. what the fuck?
harry quickly regained his senses and turned to follow y/n, and soon sirius followed suit.
a block later, y/n waited, doubled over and gasping for air. sirius bounded faster to y/n and almsot knocked her over by the force of which he jumped at her. when harry finally stopped, he helped y/n to her feet. he ignored the slick liquid on her knuckles, and brought her into a tight hug. her finger threaded through his hair, and her face snuggled into his neck. harry felt bad for being giddy at the feel of her so close to him while knowing what just happened, but he couldn't help it. it was fucking hot to watch her absolutely hand that guy his ass, but was scary to watch her go from the girl who always cleaned up his face and knuckles after getting into fights that seemed ro follow him everytime he came back from school.
"you're okay, love. just breathe," harry murmured, rubbing y/n's back.
sirius whined at their feet. it was distressing to see y/n cry. he nudged her leg and whimpered.
y/n pulled away, scrubbing at her eyes and turning to sirius to give him a watery smile, but with the street lights now on, they glinted off her cheeks and revealed the tears still leaking out of her eyes.
"lets jus' go," y/n said, grabbing harry's hand.
"yeah. yeah let's go home."
I want a romance like that 🥺 so cute. Marc is such a big baby 🤭
Magic Kisses
Steven Grant x GN!Reader x Marc Spector
Summary: When Marc and Steven fall and hurt themselves, you know exactly what will make them feel better.
Word Count: 1,434
Warnings: Mentions of cuts and bruises from minor injuries, a bit of suggestive language, kissing, lots of fluff. Also no pronouns are used for the reader, but the reader is implied to have longer hair.
a/n: This is based before they’re aware of Jake. That’s why he doesn’t make an apearance this time. But even without him, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Marc cursed loudly as you cleaned the large cut on his hand with disinfectant. “That hurts you know!” He hissed trying to rip his hand out of your grasp. You rolled your eyes, firmly holding it in place as he whined at you like a child. This was probably the fifth time he’d done so.
“Oh hush, you big baby. I’m almost done,” you teased, the corners of your lips twitching as they threatened to smile. He huffed at you and rolled his eyes just as you had. “That’s what you said ten minutes ago,” he mumbled in a grumpy sounding voice, though you could hear that he was also slightly teasing.
Now you smiled and laughed out loud. “Marc, baby, I’ve only been cleaning you up for five minutes at most.” He grumbled but didn’t disagree. “Besides, it’s not my fault you and Steven got into a fight with the sidewalk.”
You laughed at his gaped open mouth at your apparent audacity to say such a thing. “First of all, how dare you,” Steven said now getting in on the conversation, “I didn’t have anything to do with that. It was Marc’s fault we fell. He was too busy staring at your-” “Shut up, Steven,” Marc forcefully butted in, a faint blush settling into his cheeks.
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Steve is so mean... 😫 I think I would panic if I was laying down beside him too 😂
omg scenario #1 with steve, i'll die 😩
thank you for your request ♥ please don't die, love u
[Sleepovers were something we usually did back then. But now that we’re adults, I can’t keep my mind straight with your chest/back pressed into me like that, and your hair splayed over the pillows.]
"Stop moving around," Steve pleads, voice low and husky with exhaustion.
It's a valid thing to ask, you must admit. The bed is warm, the pillow under your head is comfy, and the room is not too dim nor too bright — it's pleasantly dark, just how you like it. Paired up with the sound of soft rain coming from outside, it's a sanctuary for sleeping, one might say.
One who's not lying in the same bed as Steve Harrington, that is.
It was much easier when you were both little, just two friends sleeping together innocently, no confusing feelings or inconvenient thoughts getting in the way. Now all you've got are inconvenient thoughts and confusing feelings.
Steve's not one to make things easier, of course. He is totally oblivious to the effect it has, he must be. Otherwise, he wouldn't be lying so close to you, wouldn't have brushed your hair out of the way and certainly wouldn't be breathing against the back of your neck now, slowly and maddeningly.
You shift restlessly; you can't help it. The immediate response you get is a groan of protest as Steve leans in closer, the tip of his nose touching your warm skin. You breath catches. In your mind, you're swearing enough to put a sailor to shame.
"Y/N."
"Sorry."
His hand slides innocently down your side, fingertips touching your rib. Oh shit, you think, biting the inside of your cheek. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
"You're all tense," he observes. It's a little unnerving to hear his voice in the dark. Not seeing him, but knowing exactly where he is, where your body ends and his begins.
"Sorry," you say again. You're not very confident you can form any other words at this point.
"Stop apologizing."
Steve's hand slides closer to your belly, where it touches a sliver of exposed, sensitive skin.
You feel it the moment he lifts his head off the pillow behind you. "You've got goosebumps," he says. You feel like punching him all of a sudden. "Are you cold?"
It's the damn opposite of cold. It's scorching, suffocating, hot enough to keep you from breathing, you want to say.
"No."
You know he'd offer to get you another blanket if he thought you were cold. You also know you'd quite literally melt if that happened; the heat radiates off of Steve like he's a damn heater, spreading towards your body where his chest meets your back.
It would have been comforting — it is quite cold outside — if you weren't, in fact, very tense. Very aware of the way he lets his fingertips brush against your skin slowly, carefully, of how his hot breath makes goosebumps bloom on the sensitive skin of your shoulder, of your neck…
"Steve."
Sounds dangerously close to a moan. Steve drags his hand over your belly and the exposed sliver of skin expands and expands some more. Your chest rises and falls as you try to remember the right way to breathe, letting your mouth fall open, releasing a sigh that sounds too loud in the silence of the room.
His lips touch the very spot where your shoulder meets your neck, too confident to be accidental.
Then he chuckles — it's low, subtle. Steve's trying his best to hide it. But when you turn around and see the outline of his face in the darkness, what you find is clear — a smirk, a bubbly giggle threatening to break out.
"Oh my God," you say, mortified, jumping off the bed as he giggles sweetly. "You are so mean, Steve!"
"Wait! Get back here, sweetheart!"
So cute 🥹 I want a hug from Steve too 🥹
prompt again for #5! steve gives the best hugs in the group — it's another reason why the kids call him the mom of the team. when you have a hard day you always go straight to steve for comfort. he'll rest his head on yours and hum a little and the two of you won't have to say anything — steve just knows you need some comfort - lav
5. giggly cuddles; 0.6k words
thanks for the prompt my little apple cake ⚘️ steve h x gn!reader.
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Today has been too much.
You're at the Harringtons for a game night. It had been agreed the kids needed something to take their minds off what happened. Steve had put it upon himself to coordinate such a thing. You know he loves people in his house and the noise and warmth the kids bring.
And while your capacity for people doesn't match Steve's, you still adore all of them to death. And any other day, you'd be smack in the middle of the heated game of Monopoly happening downstairs. You can hear Mike yelling that Dustin should go straight to jail and rolling doubles before you go to jail doesn't protect you from future jail time!
You want to join the action and eat your weight in popcorn but instead you're in the kitchen, slowly sipping your glass of water and sagging against the counter. Your social battery is near drained. Every interaction, every worry, and every responsibility has nestled in your brain and zapped your energy.
You lean over the sink to try to find your breath and keep it.
"Hey."
You feel a warm hand on your spine. Steve sets the popcorn bowl on your other side, rubbing circles into your skin.
"D'you feel sick?"
You shake your head, hoping Steve will understand. You two have been friends for a while. Sometimes he just knows.
"Too much?" he murmurs, quieter this time.
You nod. Steve urges you upright.
"C'mere," he says, taking your hand. "I'll bring down the popcorn and then we can camp out up here."
"The kids—" you start.
"They'll be fine," he soothes. "They're occupied with the game. Nancy and Robin have 'em."
You go to the living room and linger by the couch. Steve is down and back in moments, dusting his hands on his jeans. He smiles at you, only slightly tinged with worry. He's such a mother hen, fretting over how much rest you're getting or checking your anxiety levels.
"Sit down," Steve instructs gently.
You frown. "I don't wanna keep you..."
He shakes his head.
"You're not, promise. C'mon, I got you."
You sit and Steve does the same, positioned against the back of the couch. He pulls you up so you're slotted between his thighs. Steve is warm and smells like caramel corn. He begins to rub at the base of your neck. Your muscles loosen.
"Bad day?" he asks.
"Jus' a lot," you murmur, clinging to his sweatshirt, head on his shoulder.
You feel him nod. You don't have to say much. Steve knows you inside and out.
"Had a guy come in today asking what the best movies for lizards are."
"Lizards?" you hum into his chest. "Like lizard movies?"
"No, like, he has a pet lizard named Wendell and he wanted my personal insight on films lizards would enjoy."
You bite your lip.
"So what did you tell him?"
"Well, first I asked what kind of personality Wendell has. Apparently he's a party boy."
You can't help your giggle at that. Steve joins in, shaking from the memory.
"It was bizarre! I had to get Robin involved. She must've given him a good selection. He seemed pretty happy."
You look up at Steve, curling your arms around his neck. He smiles down at you. Your foreheads bump.
"Thanks for this," you whisper. "You give the best hugs, Steve."
"Of course. Anytime. Y'want anything? You didn't eat much earlier."
"Later?" you plead. "Just wanna stay here with you."
Steve shifts and presses his cheek to yours. He continues to rub your neck.
"Sure, honey. We can stay here as long as you want."
the concept of how sir arthur conan doyle was as a person always sends me into fits. imagine making the most famous literary character of all time but you hate the character so much you try to kill him off. but everyone is so horny for this asshole detective they make you bring him back. even your own mother gets mad when he’s dead because she likes him. raising your prices to ridiculous rates to avoid writing holmes stories backfired and now you’re rich. it’s absolutely a pain because it’s keeping you from your true passion which is spiritualism despite how one of your good friends harry houdini keeps telling you it’s bullshit. you consider your best novels to be historical ones but they’re well over shadowed by the nemesis of your own creation sherlock fucking holmes. some fake photographs from some kids convinced you faeries were real and you wrote a whole book about it. you started writing stories in medical school. and yes, also you are a doctor. after you’re dead, they erect a statue of sherlock holmes across the street from your birthplace, causing you to probably roll over one hundred eighty degrees in your grave and scream into your casket pillow.
loki has had to deal with thor doing this since the beginning
Some time ago I did read La Belle Sauvage by Philip Pullman and I must say that Malcolm is such a lovely boy and his love for Lyra is absolutely heart melting.
Sincerely, Philip Pullman's creation has everything to be my favorite universe. I just can't wait to read the others books.
