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⊹˚˖⁺ our childhood is gone - steve harrington

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pairing: steve harrington x platonic fem!reader

summary: reader and steve end tied up in the secret russian base, where the reader turns to anger and finally confronts steve after he threw out their friendship just for popularity.

warnings: none

notes: i love angst long live angst

word count: 864

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When she first walked into her new job and saw Steve Harrington, she could not believe it. How could Steve, the most entitled and pretentious guy at Hawkins, end up with a crappy job at an ice cream parlor?

A bit hypocritical to say, seeing as though she had the same job. 

They exchanged a polite ‘Hello’ that first day, but no words were spoken. There was no acknowledgement of their past, of their friendship they once cherished, ever since they were 9 years old. High school had completely turned Steve into a jerk, and she resented him for it. Him and his ‘friends’ would stare and laugh when she’d walk by, just like they did with anyone they deemed ‘uncool’.

What hurt most, was making eye contact with him.

She never once saw an apologetic look from him. Not then, not now, not ever.

Scoops was a dead-end too, as she pretended not to know him, and he did the same.

How they ended up in an underground Russian base, tied to chairs sitting back-to-back with each other, was a question neither could answer. They sat in silence, waiting and fearing whoever was due to come in the room to question them.

“So…” Steve began, attempting to light up the dreary mood.

“So what?” Y/N snapped. Not a single bone in her wanting to be kind to him.

“I just, you know… quite the situation we’re in here.”

“Cut the shit, Harrington. Don’t act like you want to make small talk with me right now.”

Steve sat quiet. They both did for a few minutes. Taking in the gravity of the situation they faced, and the uncomfortable silence that filled the room.

“You know,” Y/N laughed, sarcasm lacing her words, “You really are the same person you were back in high school. When I first saw you here… I cannot believe I really thought you’d changed. But of course, you didn’t. You’re still the same douchebag you used to be… pretending not to know me. You’re an ass.”

Steve was at a loss for words, “Oh, don’t act like you’re a saint,” He snapped, “You ignored me too. I guess you’re a douche too, then.”

“It takes one to know one. I wasn’t the one who went prancing around to the ‘cool’ kids as soon as we entered high school just because I wanted to be ‘someone’.”

“At least I was someone.”

“Harrington, I think you’ll be happy to know, making fun of people doesn’t make you ‘someone’. It just makes you an asshole.” She shot back.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” He muttered under his breath.

“You are fucking unbelievable.”

He rolled his eyes in response, “For the love of God, I’m sorry, okay?” 

“You don’t even know what to be sorry for, Harrington.” She hissed, “A half-assed apology won’t get you anywhere after the hell you made me go through these past 3 years. You know, when I first started high school, I foolishly thought ‘How cool! I have my awesome, cool, friend, Steve Harrington in the grade above me! What could go wrong?’”

Steve laughed, “You did not say that–”

“Of course not, asshole, I was being sarcastic.” She sighed, “I still did not think you and your fucking ‘friends’ would make it hell to walk through those halls. Never had a single day of peace. If you weren’t making fun of the books I carried, it was the way I walked. Or the way I wore my hair. How does doing that to so many people not haunt you, Steve?”

He stared at the floor. His expression dropping with each word she spoke, hurt and sarcasm never leaving her voice.

“Do you not regret it, Harrington?”

They both reflected on the words exchanged, the minutes dragging out before they spoke again. Their minds raced and dwelled in the hurt and regret filling the air.

“I do. I never thought it was going to go that way. I never thought…” He paused, “I never wanted to hurt anyone. But I sat with them on my first day. And suddenly I was part of it, I finally… belonged somewhere. I started playing basketball with them, and before I knew it, I was in too deep. I never planned to make fun of people in the halls, but when you stand there with them, careful not to laugh too loud and… they turn to you and wait for you to make a comment, you just do. ”

“Please,” She huffed, “You’re not getting any pity from me with that fuck-ass story. You threw away years of friendship to make fun of people and shoot balls up at the ceiling? Fuck you.”

“I’m sorry.” Steve responded quietly. “You’re right. I was a coward, an asshole, and a douche. Everything you said,” He sighed, “You are correct about it all. I hurt a lot of people, and I do wish I could un-do that damage. I wish I hadn’t thrown our friendship away either.”

“You were my best friend,” She spoke, her voice breaking, “I wanted to believe in the 9 year old Steve I once met. But you made me feel invisible.”

[boimlerkisser]

I've kinda been going through it lately so I wanted to draw something kinda simple and comforting 🥺💖 this is also the first time I've drawn him with freckles which is a headcanon I ADORE!!

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[rencoons-trashcan]

Guess what I've been watching... ó,wò)

[king-minty]

beginning 2025 with a veggietales oc/self insert? yes

scoops is a pea who is often cast in humorous ensemble roles or as a child, much to her chagrin. like most peas, she marches to the beat of her own drum, and has a tendency to overthink. she's talented, but can lack tact, leading to Mr. Nezzer covering for some of her social blunders with his own reputation as a seasoned performer. they become friends on set, commiserating over typecasting and mr. nezzer being almost too friendly...

as her name implies, she is quite scrupulous, to the point she nearly leaves the Veggietales Acting Company out of fear that she isn't sending the right message to the kids at home. but with lots of love and encouragement from the gang, she finds that there's a place in God's family for everybody.

[anoddopal]

Meanwhile, on Banaro Island...

Silva felt a degree of notable concern when the situation between Ace and Captain Teach escalated into pure chaos. Would today be it? Would this be the end of her days? She had predicted The Bla.ckbeard Pirates would be the death of her, but not quite in this way. Yet she hardly had time to ponder the matter before La.ffitte promptly scooped bun up when the rest of the crew booked it; for he feared her shorter stature wouldn't allow bun to run away in time.

The best they all could do was stay out of the way by fleeing the scene. The outcome of the duel was in fate's hands...

[sunflawyer]

a cute art trade i did with @retrojem !! 🫶🥹 SUCH A LOVELY LOVELY COUPLE i loved drawing them a lot!!! 🩷💜

thank you for doing art trade with me jazzy this is sooo much fun 😭😭💕💕💕!!!

[scoopsofthestupid]

A large portion of this website thinks that being a humorless asshat is, in fact, political activism.

[michaels-office-hours]

What if instead of putting the blorbo in situations? Like… I know the horror scrunklies are fun and all… but…

What if the situation was blorboless? No blorbo for situations. They’re free now. And safe. They have blankie.

Different situation for blorbo. A safe one. Where I give them love and affection.

[animation-is-my-jam]

Bob/Huggy being so done with Becky/WordGirl and Tobey being cute dorks is so hilarious!

He's scowling, even at their wedding day/lhjjj

[clownnhound]

Art Fight day 3!!

[some-assholes-familiar]

Haha yeah… so you may wanna get a rabies check…

your poor little meow meow fucking bit me

[natsheretic]

warnings: amab ellie, unprotected sex, needy/whiny ellie, breeding kink, overstimulation, porn no plot lol but established relationship. not proof readddd

ellie's hands were tight around your hips that it hurt, the pain was dizzying. you could feel her cum leaking out of your poor, abused pussy, but you could also feel her cock pumping in and out of you after god knows how many rounds.

"baby," ellie's breath hit the shell of your ear, her voice a low whimper. you didn't know how long she'd been going, or how many times she'd cum, you could barely form a single thought at all, "need– fuck, babe, i need to knock you up."

her hips picked up in speed and the sound you let out was almost a scream, so overstimulated it almost hurt. ellie's pitiful cock was aching from how many times she'd cum, she was exhausted, but she didn't dare stop. she wanted to breed you, she needed it.

needed to see your tummy swell with her babies, needed to watch her cum spill out of your pussy just so she could stuff it back inside with her fingers. the little squeaks that kept leaving your mouth were so adorable, she couldn't help but grab one of your legs to place it up on her shoulder.

the new angle made your mouth fall open in a silent moan, your shaky hands came up to rest on her hips, nails biting into her skin, "e–ellie," you cried out when the tip of her cock hit your cervix. one of your hands held the back of her neck, keeping her head pressed against your shoulder.

"gonna look so– so fuckin' pretty, sweetheart," she panted in your ear, her fingers curling into the sheets beside your head as her cock throbbed inside you. your walls clamped down around her with the force of your rapidly approaching orgasm, making her choke on a groan.

a whimper tumbled from your mouth when two of her fingers came down to rub your clit in sloppy circles, involuntarily bucking your hips up to suck her cock in deeper. her other hand lifted the back of your knee so your other leg was on her shoulder too, her cock impossibly deep inside you, "oh, fuck!" your nails dug into the nape of her neck as she repeatedly rammed her thick length inside you over, and over again, clamping down hard around her when your juices gushed all over her cock.

ellie fucked you through your orgasm, reluctantly pulling her fingers away from your clit. she picked up her speed a tiny bit, using you like you weren't her girlfriend anymore, like you were just a hole for her to fill. ellie buried herself inside you to the hilt, spilling her sticky load inside you for what felt like the hundredth time tonight.

ellie's voice, her cock, her cum, it all made your head spin. you weren't even sure if you could handle another orgasm, or if you could handle more of her cum. your pussy couldn't hold any more of it, it was evident in the way it leaked from your hole and onto the sheets underneath you.

your girlfriend noticed, as she always did, and it made her pout.

under any other circumstances, you would've cooed at her and called her adorable, but you knew that look, she wasn't done. god, you didn't know if you could take any more.

your theory was proven right when she pulled out of your weeping pussy, hearing her whine when her cum spilled out onto the sheets. she wanted to breed you, but how was she supposed to do that when her precious cum wasn't where it needed to be?

ellie's fingers came up between your legs, making your thighs shake when she scooped some of her cum out from your cunt, then bringing her hand up to your open mouth and stuffing her fingers in your mouth. you were surprised at first, but then you sucked on the digits eagerly, swallowing every bit of her cum on them.

and while you were distracted, ellie was already inserting her cock back inside you, rolling her hips into you lazily. her middle and ring fingers pressed down on your tongue when you tried to protest, leaning over you to kiss your nose, "just let me have this? i gotta get you pregnant, babe, i need it."

you listened with a whimper, of course you did. you might've been tired, but you wanted this as bad as she did.

so with a bob of your head, you spread your legs wider for her, a tear of overstimulation slipping down your face.

ellie smiled at the sight, lowering her mouth down by your ear, "that's my sweet girl."

i need ellie to get me pregnant so bad its actually concerning now

also thanks for 300 followers :3

[rencoons-trashcan]

scooped mike cheesy comfort hell yeah- that's my shit, gotta give ourple boy the love that he deserves huehuehue <3 ( ò//v//ó)c

[smilesheartshugs]

One trop I can’t get enough of is Bart being Wally and Dick’s kid from the future. There arnt enough fics for this trope! Should I write some? Probably, but I don’t have the creative juices to write it.

But like I want Wally and Dick to find out Bart is their kid in the most absolute random way possible

Game night: Bart doesn’t think before calling Wally dad after doing something that Bart always saw durning family game nights but he doesn’t notice

Going to get ice cream: “dad you know I always get [insert ice cream flavors here that’s like ten scoops tall with an ungodly amount of toppings and sauces]” leaving Dick confused and just getting what he would normally get Wally. This is how Bart finds out his go to ice cream use to be Wally’s go to

Gotham patrol/ party: Batman notices that impulse move a little bit to much like a bat to be a coincidence. Nightwing is off in his own little bubble so doesn’t notice, Red Robin for some reason just never questions why Impulse would call him and superboy his uncles. (Let face it Tim was running on -4 hours of sleep when Bart called him uncles) and it’s not until years later when there was like a really big holiday party with all of the justice league, titans, and other hero teams and Bart just brings presents labeled for Dad, for Pa, and other family titles instead of anyone’s actual names and that’s how they find out while Bart was under the assumption that they already knew, it’s not like he was hiding it!

To many ideas and not enough writing juice

[mariasont]

can you do a story where hotch accidentally calls Y/N by her middle name and the rest of the bau are like "👁️👄👁️ who's (insert name)?" and then a cute or fluffy moment happens where Y/N's like "oh yeah only hotch calls me that" PLS PLS PLSSSS

SECRET NICKNAMES - A.H

a/n: the emojis are so accurate im crying you know that’s exactly how they reacted 😭 but loved loved loved writing this one. slightly self indulgent because my middle name is grace <3

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pairings: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

warnings: just sticky sweet fluff & morgan being an instigator but what’s new!!

wc: 0.9k

It had been a long day. The conference room was a mess. It kind of resembled a battlefield of ideas and failed theories. Evidence photos lay in uneven stacks, some forgotten at the edges of the table while others remained underlined with question marks and red ink. It was late, and exhaustion was beginning to creep in. Eyes drooped, postures sagged, but no one had yet dared to suggest calling it a night yet. 

You leaned back slowly, your chair tilting just enough to let you stretch your arms above your head. The weariness in your muscles felt almost tangible, meshing into every joint. Across from you, Hotch stood still as a statue, his arms crossed and gaze cutting through the evidence board.

"Alright, enough for tonight," he finally said firmly. "We'll reconvene tomorrow at 7:00 a.m. sharp."

The team didn't need to be told twice, practically jumping to their feet. Papers were scooped up, pens clicked shut, and chairs scraped back as everyone made their way out. But before you could slip away, Hotch's voice rang out, cutting cleanly through the room.

"Grace, can I see you for a moment?"

The team froze mid-movement. Morgan glanced over one shoulder, one brow raised, while Garcia’s head popped up from where she was stacking papers, lips parting in confusion. Reid, already halfway to the door, paused and turned, tilting his head like he was trying to solve a puzzle he didn’t have all the pieces to.

JJ blinked, mouth “Grace?” to herself, clearly trying to place the name.

Emily squinted slightly before giving voice to what everyone was thinking. “Who’s Grace?”

You blinked, your brain scrambling for an explanation as your eyes darted to Hotch, who seemed oblivious what he had just caused. Typical man.

Clearing your throat, you forced a sheepish smile.

“That would be me,” you admitted, lifting a hand awkwardly. “Grace is my middle name. Surprise!”

The room remained suspiciously quiet, and you could practically feel the questions they all were about to voice.

“Hotch calls me that sometimes,” you added quickly, somehow able to keep your voice semi-light despite the burn in your cheeks. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Oh, this is interesting,” Morgan said, leisurely sinking back into his chair with folded arms.

JJ squinted. “Is this some sort of secret nickname situation?”

Emily raised a brow. “Does this happen often? Hotch calling you Grace?”

“So, Grace,” Morgan drawled, clearly enjoying himself. “Care to explain why Hotch gets to call you that? Special privileges or —,”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” you cut in, your voice cracked and it was unfortunately too loud to come off as anything but defensive. “Like I said, it’s not a big deal. He just — he just does sometimes, okay?”

“Oh it’s a big deal,” Garcia cut in dramatically. “What else don’t we know about you two?”

“Alright, enough.” Hotch cut in finally, shaking his head. “I told you all to go home. So go.”

Morgan made it halfway to the door before turning back.

“Y’know Hotch, if you wanted us out so bad, you could’ve just said it earlier. No need for the theatrics. We get it — ‘Grace’ needs your undivided attention.”

Garcia gasped. “Morgan, you can’t just say that!”

But the damage was done, and the team left in a flurry of giggles and teasing comments, leaving you standing there, flustered and glaring at Hotch.

The second the door closed, you whirled around and smacked his shoulder.

“What was that for?”

“You know what that was for,” you said, crossing your arms. “Calling me Grace in front of them? Do you want me to be interrogated?”

His faint smile broke through. “It wasn’t intentional.

You shot him another glare which only served to turn that smile of his into a full blown laugh.

“I’m sorry, honey,” he said, corners of his eyes crinkling. “I wasn’t thinking, it’s the sleep deprevation.”

Before you could respond, he reached out, gently grabbing your face and smooshing your cheeks together. You were sure you resembled a fish, brows drawn, trying to remain scowling at him, but the position made it hard.

“Truce?” he murmured, leaning down to kiss you.

Your resolve crumbled the second his lips touched yours (It always did). The warmth of his touch practically seemed into your skin, and your muscles melted against him like butter in the sun. When he pulled back you stared up at him, dazed and breathless, trying to remember why you were mad.

“That was —,” You cleared your throat, fighting to ridiculous smile threatening to appear. “You can’t just do that to avoid getting in trouble.”

“Did it work?”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “I’ll think about it.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, pretending to weigh your options with the seriousness of someone deciding on a life-or-death matter.

“Alright,” you said slowly, drawing out each word. “I’ve thought about it.”

Grasping the lapels of his suit jacket, you pulled him down to you, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that left no room for argument. When you pulled back, his smirk was still in place but his eyes were softer now and filled with something you couldn’t quite place.

“But don’t think this gets you off the hook next time.”

He chuckled. “Noted.”

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