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honeytonedhottie · 6 months ago

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honeys it girl magazine october edition!!⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

welcome back to honeys it girl magazine, this is the october catalog. get ready for the inside scoop on data that i've collected, things i've learned/started doing, and just general info like that organized in kind of a teen-magazine inspired fashion. a magazine for it girls ✨ and now please enjoy, the it girl magazine.

HOW TO HAVE THE MOST DOLLY SLUMBER PARTY EVER ;

when i think of the month of october i think of GLAMOROUS parties. and that incorporates girly slumber parties, halloween parties, a LOT of parties. SOO the kind of party that i wanted to focus on in this month's catalogue is slumber parties.

to throw a successful slumber party we first need a plan. make sure that u have refreshments, entertainment, invitations and all of that planned. if u wanna have a SUPER cute slumber party have a theme. some theme ideas can be

♡ victoria's secret (V.S. pj's, lingerie, everyone wears a V.S. robe etc)♡ 2000's ♡ movie based pajamas♡ a color scheme (black and pink is my fave)

and we can't have our girls being bored at our slumber party can we? make sure that u plan fun activities like having a fashion show (playing dress up) playing dress to impress or video games like that, baking sweet treats, karaoke, dolling each other up ETC. for refreshments you could do a snack bar or make mocktails, you could even do a milkshake station!

THE VICTORIA'S SECRET FASHION SHOW 2024 ANALYSIS ;

🧁 anok yai’s floral number (she’s literally blooming, she looks like a FLOWER. her hair is giving barbie dolll and ultimately she had my favorite look of the whole entire night. the WINGSSS, the shoes everything just goes together beautifully.)

🧁 gigi hadid (she looks like a lavender princess fairy and it looks amazing on her. but PLEASEE why the slick hair?? when i think victorias secret im thinking of bouncy voluminous hair. i LOVE her wings though. they're so big and over the top and i love it)

🧁 imaan hamman (also goes with lisa and anok yai in my top three favorite looks of the night. its so simple but in my opinion her look gives the victorias secret that we all know and love the most.)

🧁 alex consani (i rly rly love baby blue on her, again, please bring back bouncy voluminous hair. and i kinda wish they gave her fluffier wings.)

🧁 lisa’s black lacy number (def one of my favorites on the whole runway. i wish she had black lacy wings instead of the structured ones but easily one of my favorites)

🧁 maty fall (the silk, the feathers, chefs KISS. in his case i think the minimal wings look the prettiest because her outfit is fuller, the delicate wings complement it beautifully.)

OCTOBER BODYCARE, MAKEUP AND FRAGRANCE FAVORITES ;

body care : hello kitty strawberry oat milk body balm from creme, vanilla creme brûlée body lotion from hempz (this one smells like HEAVEN), and fresh cream by philosophy. i rly loved the nyx marshmallow primer and for fragrance the soft and dreamy scent from victorias secret PINK (it just gives me so much nostalgia around this season 💗🍬)

DRESS TO IMPRESS NEW UPDATE ;

dress to impress is every hottie's favorite game, and when DTI dropped its halloween update, everyone including myself was so super STOKED about it. there are new codes and SO many new possibilities unlocked. speaking of codes…💬🎀

❤︎ CH00P1E_1S_B4CK (boots, jacket and skirt)

❤︎ UMOYAE (skater dress)

❤︎ D1ORST4R (star purse and hair bow)

❤︎ S3M_0W3N_Y4Y (axe weapon)

OCTOBER IT GIRL ACTIVITIES ;

like i said in the first section of this month's magazine, i associate october with PARTIES and ik a lot of us are going to halloween parties so i just wanted to share some rules of thumb especially if its ur first party, on how to have fun while also being safe.

make sure that u have a designated driver at all times

don't overdo it with the drinks, thats never hot

make sure u have ice cold water to sip on, on the car ride home

be careful, make sure that drinks are poured in front of u or you get them yourself

dont party by yourself GO WITH A FRIEND U TRUST AND STICK TOGETHER

and of course have fun 🍭 this year im dressing up as the white rabbit from alice in wonderland so im super excited to look cute and have fun with my friends

if partying is not ur thing there are SO many fun things that you can do this october. for example binge watching october movies, or doing fall related activities like we talked about in last month's section. some movies that i love to watch in october are

♡ jennifer's body

♡ ginger snaps

♡ scream

♡ the love witch

i dont usually watch things that are too scary which is why my list is so short 😭 i get scared rly easily so i try and watch movies that aren't SO scary but if you like that there are some rly good ones out there.

WHATS MY HOROSCOPE? (OCTOBER 27-31)

♡ for virgo, the libra solar eclipse on october 2 brings an unexpected opportunity to your financial realm and a boost of confidence as it allows you to showcase your talents. a surprising gift of abundance arrives! jupiter stations retrograde in gemini on the ninth, prompting you to review your long-term goals over the next five months.

♡ for aries, on october 2, the libra solar eclipse brings change to your relationships. unstable connections will be tested while authentic bonds will be strengthened. look for opportunities in love. jupiter stations retrograde on the ninth, traveling backward through the sign of gemini and your communication sector. between now and february 2025, you’re invited to explore the ways in which you connect with others. explore a variety of ways to express your mind. jupiter loves to facilitate growth, even when retrograde, making this a profound time to learn quickly.

♡ for taurus, the libra solar eclipse on october 2 awakens your mind, body, and soul! touching down in your sector of self-care, the eclipse offers the opportunity to embrace a new cycle of health and wellness. your skills will receive a boost. jupiter stations retrograde on the ninth in your zone of money and resources, challenging you to explore a new approach to the material world over the next five months.

♡ for gemini, on october 2, the libra solar eclipse brings change to your romantic life. an empowering new cycle begins that encourages you to embrace pleasure and distance yourself from people or situations that no longer bring authentic joy. this is a time to prioritize what truly makes you happy. jupiter stations retrograde in your sign on the ninth, urging you to reinvent yourself over the next five months.

♡ for cancer, the libra solar eclipse on october 2 lands in your zone of intuition and brings a new cycle of emotional strength. this eclipse could bring unexpected changes to your environment, so be sure to honor your comfort and security. jupiter stations retrograde in gemini and your zone of rest on the ninth, inviting you to relax over the next five months.

♡ for leo, on october 2, the libra solar eclipse activates your communication zone, setting off a new cycle of connection. unexpected information emerges that inspires you to action. jupiter stations retrograde in your friendship sector on the ninth. over the next five months, consider ways you can strengthen your bonds with others.

♡ for libra, on october 2, a powerful eclipse in your sign brings surprising new beginnings! personal revelations provide fresh excitement for the future. as you walk a new path, remember how powerful you are. jupiter stations retrograde in gemini on the ninth, encouraging you to learn through experience over the next five months.

♡ for scorpio, on october 2, the libra solar eclipse touches down in your zone of rest, encouraging surrender and relaxation. through soul-searching, this eclipse could bring forth a much-needed spiritual awakening. the energy is also creative and imaginative. jupiter stations retrograde in gemini on the ninth, encouraging you to embrace transformation over the next five months.

♡ for sagittarius, on october 2, the libra solar eclipse activates your zone of friendship and hope, inspiring faith for the future. expect surprising information in your social circles! an exciting new collaboration could be in the works. jupiter stations retrograde in gemini and your relationship realm on the ninth, encouraging you to explore your role in your closest connections over the next five months.

♡ for capricorn, on october 2, the libra solar eclipse awakens your career zone, encouraging you to step into your power! an unexpected opportunity to showcase your gifts emerges, and important people are noticing your strengths. surprises related to your career could open new pathways to success. jupiter stations retrograde in gemini on the ninth, prompting you to explore new self-care practices over the next five months.

♡ for aquarius, on october 2, the libra solar eclipse activates your sector of adventure, eliciting excitement! you could be taking an unexpected trip or seizing an opportunity to broaden your horizons. knowledge is power, and this eclipse could provide surprising information that helps you expand. jupiter stations retrograde in gemini on the ninth, encouraging you to explore your creative side over the next five months.

♡ for pisces, the libra solar eclipse on october 2 brings major transformation in your realm of money and intimacy! unexpected changes open new doors of opportunity, and while this is exciting, it requires you to face your shadow and abandon fear. a surprising, magical moment of abundance emerges. jupiter stations retrograde in gemini on the ninth, inviting you to rest and embrace comfort over the next five months.

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meazalykov · 7 days ago

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find your peace

catarina macario x f!uswnt!reader with past mentions of a one-sided love with sophia smith x f!reader

warnings: internalized homophobia, canon events of falling in love with your straight bestie LOL, angst, happy ending. this was requested!

waking up to the familiar ache, a quiet bruise in your chest has been settled since you realized sophia’s laugh could unravel you completely. it’s 2021, your senior year at stanford, and the soccer field is all you’ve ever known.

you’re one of the best defensive midfielders in the region. some people never make you forget that like sophia, your closest friend and your everything… though you’d never dare say that last one aloud.

college was a dream painted in cardinal red. freshman year, you and sophia collided like stars meant to share the same orbit. she was the forward with a grin that could light up the bay area, steady and sure. you were the wildfire, scoring goals and tackling the opponents forwards like you were born to burn.

practices turned into late-night talks in dorms that smelled of sweat, body lotion from hempz, and cheap perfume. there were many times where all of you had pizza runs to escape dining hall food. there were study sessions where you’d end up sprawled on her bed, laughing until your sides hurt.

“y/n, you’re gonna carry us in the ncaa,” she’d say, tossing you your favorite red gatorade, her light brown eyes catching the flicker of fairy lights.

you’d scoff, but her faith in you was a lifeline, tethering you to something bigger than yourself. you loved soccer. you loved stanford. you loved her.

it was perfect, a golden bubble you thought would never burst.

however, one of your closest friends passing away ended the light among the stanford team. the news was a sledgehammer. all of the practices halted, the locker room a graveyard of untouched jerseys and half-tied laces.

sophia found you that night on the bleachers, the death of your teammate hit you very hard. especially how it happened. the field in front of you stretched dark and empty before you.

“y/n,” she said, her voice soft but firm, cutting through the haze. she sat beside you, her knee brushing yours, a touch so small it shouldn’t have mattered but did.

“you don’t have to be okay right now, i’m not either.”

before you could stop it, you were sobbing, raw and unmoored. sophia’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, her sweatshirt soaking up your tears while her tears fell down onto you.

she held you like she could stitch you back together, her breath steady against your hair even thought she was hurting herself.

“i’m here,” she whispered.

“we’ll get through this. together.” you clung to her, to the promise in her words, and something shifted.

after everything, you and sophia were inseparable. you’d spend hours together at coffee shops with mismatched mugs, movie nights curled under blankets, drives to the coast just to watch the waves crash and talk about nothing and everything.

she’d tell you about her mom’s garden, her fear of never being enough to play in the NWSL, her dream of going pro. you’d share the pressure from your mom to “make it big,” the rush of scoring, the way the field made you feel free.

you never told her the secret clawing at your throat: you were in love with her, and it terrified you.

you’d known you were a lesbian since high school, but you’d buried it deep, under layers of the fear that people would be ashamed of you. sophia was straight, always giggling about some guy from her bio class or a barista who flirted with her.

you’d nod, forcing a smile, while your heart twisted like a knife. you told yourself it was enough to be her friend, to have her laughter, her trust.

it had to be enough.

suddenly, michael appeared in sophomore year, sophia started dating mike who is a footballer with a disarming smile and all ideas on how to match her spark.

you hated him, not for anything he did, but for what he had: her.

you’d watch them at team dinners, her hand in his, her head tilted in a way that used to be yours, and feel like someone was hollowing you out.

“he’s so sweet, y/n,” she’d say over coffee, oblivious to the way your fingers gripped your mug too tight.

“you’d like him if you tried.” you’d mutter, “yeah, maybe,” but every glance they shared was a fresh cut.

the team saw it. naomi, your roommate and the team’s number one defender, caught you staring at sophia during a scrimmage.

“y/n, you good?” she asked, tossing you a towel, her brow furrowed. you nodded, but your shots were wild, your focus fractured.

catarina, the midfielder who never minced words, was blunter.

“you look like shit,” she joked in the locker room, lacing her boots, “what’s eating you?”

you shrugged, tying your cleats until your fingers ached, “just tired, cat.”

sophia noticed too.

you started pulling away and skipped your usual diner runs. you’d answer her texts with one-word replies, staying late on the field to avoid her. one night, she caught you outside the library, her arms crossed, eyes sharp with hurt.

“what the hell, y/n?” she snapped, “you’re acting like i did something wrong. talk to me.”

your chest burned with everything you couldn’t say: i’m in love with you, and it’s tearing me apart.

instead, you looked at the ground, scuffing your shoe against the pavement. “i’m just busy, soph. school, soccer, you know.” her gaze lingered, searching, and for a second, you thought she’d call you out. but she didn’t.

“okay,” she said, voice small, “but i miss you, y/n. i miss us.”

that “us” haunted you. by senior year, you were a ghost of yourself…a fire on the field, and empty ashes off it.

however, you were floored when chelsea called during the first month of your senior year of college. they’ve offer a great deal that would have been stupid of you to reject.

you loved chelsea, however you thought that the NWSL would’ve been your first route before going to europe. suddenly, you realize that chelsea was your escape.

you signed without a second thought, packed your life into three suitcases, and left stanford behind. at the airport, sophia hugged you, her arms tight, her voice thick with tears.

“you’re gonna be a star in europe,” she said, pulling back to meet your eyes.

“don’t forget me, okay?” you nodded, throat too raw to speak. you weren’t just leaving college, you were leaving her.

while you were gone in europe, living in london and exploring a new life… you heard about sophia through teammates. she signed with portland. your other friends like naomi went to san diego, and catarina joined you in europe but she went to lyon.

your stanford days, that shimmering chapter of youth, were over. you were adults now, scattered like leaves, chasing lives that no longer touched.

your first uswnt call-up came in 2020. you debuted at the shebelieves cup, scoring on your debut in front of a roaring crowd against england. sophia, naomi, and catarina joined and debuted a year later, and those camps were your only glimpses of her… ten days of shared laughs, drills, and fleeting moments.

she’d grin at you across the dining hall, same as always, but michael’s shadow lingered in your mind. you’d see her texting him, hear her mention his name, and the old wound would throb.

you tried to move on. you’ve dated a photographer in london, and a nice musician with nice long blonde hair and quick smile… but those women were sparks that never caught. none of them were sophia.

it took a year, maybe more, to accept that you’d let go…not of her, never fully, but of the dream that she’d ever love you back.

she was your straight best friend, your first love, your quiet devastation and you were learning to live with that.

what you didn’t notice, what you couldn’t notice, was the teammate whose eyes lingered on you that entire time, waiting for you to see.

two years have slipped by in a triumph, and you’ve carved out a name for yourself at chelsea. the blue kits always feel like a second skin now. on the particular day before the season started, lauren told you about your old stanford teammate coming to chels.

when you hear that it was catarina’s coming, your heart does a little flip.

catarina’s signing is big news. lyon’s loss is chelsea’s gain, even if she’s stepping off the plane with an acl injury still knitting itself back together. you texted her and offered to pick her up at heathrow.

when she arrives, cat sees you leaning against a railing, grinning like an idiot when you spot her. she’s the same cat…the nice humble woman with quiet confidence, her dark hair with blonde highlights pulled back, a duffel slung over her shoulder.

“y/n, don’t give me that stupid smile,” she says, voice warm with that familiar teasing lilt. you laugh, pulling her into a hug, careful not to jostle her knee.

“oh shut the hell up,” you laugh.

“i’m kidding!”

“i know but just wait, cat. you’re gonna love it here.”

you take it upon yourself to be her guide, her anchor in this new world for her. she didn;t have anything with chelsea until tommorow so you show her the best coffee spots…none of that starbucks nonsense, but a tiny café in soho with espresso that hits like a shot of adrenaline.

in the morning you’ve picked her up from her new apartment, which is only down the street from yours, and you drag her to training early. you were excited to introduce her to the squad.

“guysss this is catarina,” you say, arm slung around her shoulders.

“she’s tougher than she looks, so never go easy on her.” cat rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling.

things are better than good. you and cat fall into an easy rhythm, like no time has passed since stanford. you’re both older now but the connection’s still there. you spend evenings together, her at your flat ordering takeout while you bicker over what to watch.

“no more of your artsy stupid french films that lindsey probably made you watch,” you groan, snatching the remote.

she laughs, stealing a spring roll, “you’re acting like you are not so basic, y/n.”

it’s not all nostalgia. cat’s still healing, her acl is a nagging shadow and you see the frustration in her and how she grimaces during physio, how she watches training from the sidelines with a clenched jaw.

you’ve been there. seven months ago, your ankle was a mess with twisted ligaments, weeks of crutches, the fear you’d never sprint again. so you sit with her one afternoon, ice packs on her knee, and you talk.

“chelsea’s the best for this, cat,” you say, sprawled on a bench in the physio room.

“when i fucked up my ankle, they had me in rehab like it was the upcoming olympics. they haver top surgeons here and physios who know your body better than you do. they’ll get you back, i promise you.”

you’re rambling more and words spilling out about the specialists who mapped your recovery, the late nights you spent icing your ankle while bingeing terrible reality tv, how sam sent you memes to keep you sane.

you’re so caught up, you don’t notice cat’s gone quiet. when you finally glance at her, she’s staring, her lips curled in that familiar smirk, eyes locked on you like you’re the only thing in the room. it’s not new, that look…she’s always had this way of seeing through you, like she knows exactly what makes you tick but this time, it lingers, and your breath catches.

“what?” you say, half-laughing, heat creeping up your neck.

she blinks, like she’s just realized she’s been caught.

“nothing,” she says, but the smirk doesn’t fade, and her eyes are still on you, warm and steady. there’s a beat of silence, heavy with something you can’t name then you both burst out laughing, the tension snapping like a stretched band.

“you’re such a nerd when you rant,” she teases, nudging your shoulder. you shove her back gently, rolling your eyes, “shut up, you were eating it up.”

it’s nothing, you tell yourself later, alone in your flat after processing the day. it was just cat being cat who was probably just zoned out from pain meds or jet lag. you’ve known her forever.

she’s your teammate, your friend, the one who’d call you out for overthinking a missed shot or sneak you snacks during team meetings. there’s no way it’s anything else… right?

you’re not that girl anymore, the one who reads too much into a glance, who builds castles out of crumbs. you shake it off, turn up your music, and text cat about tomorrow’s training. just friends. just teammates.

still, when you close your eyes that night, it’s her smirk you are starting to see, and the smallest part of you wonders.

a month later, you’re back on the injury list. it is the same ankle you’ve mentioned before… luckily it is just irritation, no tear, no fracture. still, you’re pissed.

you’ve been here before, seven months ago, when that same ankle kept you off the pitch for weeks. the last thing you need is this turning chronic, a nagging ghost that haunts your career.

in the morning after the manchester united game that caused your injury, you’re at chelsea’s recovery training center, a sleek maze of treadmills, ice baths, and enough medical tech to make a hospital jealous.

your mood’s sour, your ankle wrapped in tape that feels like a grudging concession. you’re not here to mess around since you want to stretch, test it, make sure this isn’t the start of something worse.

the center’s quiet, just the hum of machines and the faint thump of your pulse in your ears. as you move your eyes around the room you spot catarina, running on a treadmill like she was born for it, her stride careful but strong.

she’s a far cry from the cat who limped into london a month ago, and you can’t help but grin.

“oh, look at you go,” you call out, leaning against a rack of weights, your voice dripping with mock awe.

“what’s next, cat? a marathon or maybe you might just jump into the olympics happening next year?”

she glances over, that familiar smirk curling her lips, and hits the stop button on the treadmill. the machine slows, and she steps off, wiping her brow with the back of her hand as she saunters toward you.

“ohhhhh, look at you in here with me now,” she fires back, her eyes glinting with mischief.

“what’s it this time, y/n?”

you roll your eyes, gesturing to your taped ankle.

“ankle’s acting up. tweaked it last night.” the words taste bitter, and you shake your head, the memory of that sharp, searing pain flashing back on manchester united’s pitch, the ball slipping away, your body betraying you as you went down.

“nothing serious, but still.”

cat’s smirk softens, just a fraction, and she crosses her arms, leaning against the treadmill.

“yeah, i know. everyone saw you hit the deck. at first everyone thought you were faking to give toone that yellow card.” cat’s tone’s light, but there’s a flicker of something else in her eyes…concern, maybe, or at least an understanding of what it’s like to carry an injury’s shadow.

you snort, waving her off, but the teasing grounds you, pulls you out of your own head.

“whatever, cat. you’re one to talk, miss ‘i’m gonna run before my knee’s even ready. seriously, you don't want to have a third acl tear and make this room your sanctuary.’”

cat laughs, a low, easy sound, and for a moment, it’s just the two of you in this sterile room. suddenly, her expression shifts, that smirk creeping back, sharper now, like she’s sizing you up.

“you know,” she says, voice dropping into something almost playful, “i’m starting to think you just want to stay close to me.” she pauses, letting the words hang, her gaze steady.

“all this hanging out with training then going to my place and your place and always going out somewhere. you’re practically my shadow now, y/n.”

you blink, caught off guard, and then you’re laughing, a real laugh that shakes loose some of the tension in your chest. she’s not wrong. this past month, you and cat have been glued at the hip…her showing up at your flat with thai food and a bottle of wine, you dragging her to that dive bar in shoreditch where the music’s too loud but the vibe’s perfect, the two of you sprawled on your couch dissecting old stanford games like they’re holy texts.

it’s been easy, effortless, the kind of friendship that feels like slipping into a favorite sweater. however, the way she’s looking at you now, one eyebrow quirked, makes your pulse skip in a way you don’t want to examine too closely.

“yeah, keep convincing yourself that,” you shoot back, smirking as you pat her shoulder, your hand lingering a second longer than it needs to.

“you’re not that irresistible, cat.”

she throws her head back, laughing hard enough that a physio across the room glances over, and you’re both cackling now, the kind of laughter that makes your ribs ache and your eyes water.

“oh, you’re so full of it,” she gasps, shoving you lightly, and you stumble, grinning, your ankle twinging but not enough to kill the moment.

you shake your head, still chuckling as you head for the stretching mats, cat trailing behind like she’s not done teasing you yet. it’s nothing, you tell yourself, same as always. just cat being cat while poking at you and somehow reading you too well, making you feel seen in a way that’s safe, uncomplicated.

as you sink into a stretch, the tape on your ankle pulling tight, you catch her watching you again, that same quiet intensity from a month ago, and a tiny, reckless part of you wonders if you’ve been reading her wrong all along.

the next month after unfolds like a slow storm, and you’re caught in it. yes, its still catarina. ever since she joined the squad, you’re starting to notice things you’ve tried to ignore.

the way her smirk lingers when you banter in the recovery room. the late nights at your flat, her sprawled on your couch, laughing at your terrible taste in reality tv. the way her hand brushes yours when you pass her a water bottle, and how it sets off a spark you don’t want to name.

you’ve been here before, with sophia, and the memory of that heartbreak is a warning you can’t shake.

your chelsea teammates, though, they’re not blind.

you catch their glances…sam’s raised eyebrow when you and cat linger too long after practice, niamh’s knowing grin when you show up to training together. it’s subtle at first, whispers in the locker room, but it builds like static.

when you went back to the united states for national break, and catarina had to stay behind for recovery… the both of you were very annoying to everyone about missing each other. back in the states, some of your american teammates were questioning the intense bond you had with catarina. however, it was the chelsea teammates who started the teasing.

you try to laugh it off, keep it light, but the weight’s there, pressing harder each day. unfortunately it comes crashing down one morning, in the locker room of all places.

cat’s is here lacing up her boots and her first day cleared to train with the team since her acl rehab. she’s been grinding through individual drills for weeks, and today she’ll join the squad for the second half…a big step.

you’re proud of her, prouder than you can say, but you’re also a mess. your ankle’s behaving, but your head’s a tangle of feelings you’ve been dodging.

you’re zipping your bag when sam, leaning against a locker, drops a bomb.

“so, cat,” she says, voice casual but sharp, “you didn’t just transfer here for the football, right? i mean, moving for y/n’s gotta be part of it. proper pernille and magda to bayern vibes.”

she winks, and the room goes quiet, everyone’s eyes darting between you and cat.

your stomach drops. you freeze, fingers stuck on your zipper, heat crawling up your neck. cat’s head snaps up, her expression unreadable for a split second before she chuckles, low and easy.

“you lot are worse than tabloids,” she says, shaking her head, but cat doesn’t deny it and doesn’t say anything to shut it down.

you wish she would.

you hope she wouldn’t.

lauren, never one to miss a beat, jumps in, all smirky confidence.

“hang on, are you two actually together? like, seriously?” her question hangs in the air, and every head turns… millie, niamh, sam, even the younger players like hannah, all waiting for an answer.

you feel like you’re choking.

“no,” you say, too fast, too sharp, and the word lands like a stone. cat’s right there, a few lockers down, and you can’t look at her, can’t bear to see what’s in her eyes. the room erupts in laughter, not cruel but loud, like they’re all in on a joke you don’t get.

niamh steps forward, hands on her hips, grinning wide.

“come on, y/n, cat, you don’t need to hide secrets from us. we’re family.”

“it’s obvious,” millie adds, tossing a shinpad into her bag.

“you two are, like, into each other. anyone with eyes can see it.”

your chest tightens, a familiar panic clawing up your throat. you’re not angry, not really, but you’re drowning…overwhelmed by their words, by the truth they’re circling, by the fear that’s been growing roots inside you.

you think of sophia, of loving her so fiercely it broke you, of the years you spent rebuilding yourself after she chose michael, after you ran to europe to escape the wreckage. cat’s different, but the risk feels the same.

what if she doesn’t feel it? what if she does, and it ruins everything? you can’t do this again.

“i’m not talking about this right now,” you snap, your voice louder than you mean it to be. it’s not a yell, but it’s enough to make hannah flinch, enough to quiet the laughter. you grab your boots and bolt for the door, the pitch calling you like a lifeline.

you need air, space, the rhythm of your feet on grass to drown out the noise in your head.

outside, the training ground is crisp, the morning sun just breaking through london’s gray. you start jogging, slow at first, testing your ankle, but it’s your heart that’s racing. you’re terrified…terrified of what you’re feeling, of how cat’s crept under your skin, of how every laugh, every look, feels like a step toward a cliff.

you’ve noticed it more lately: the way your pulse jumps when she’s near, the way you miss her when she’s not. you’ve tried to shove it down, to tell yourself it’s just friendship or maybe even just stanford nostalgia.

it’s not. it’s bigger, scarier, and you’re not ready for it to swallow you whole.

behind you, training’s starting. cat’s out there too, you know, doing her individual drills for the first half of practice. you wonder what she’s thinking or if she is thinking about the locker room, and about you.

cat didn’t seem fazed, didn’t blush or stammer when millie called it a crush. she just laughed, like it was nothing, like it didn’t twist a knife in your chest.

does she know how you feel? does she feel it too? or is this sophia all over again, you falling alone, building a dream that’ll never stand?

you kick a ball across the pitch, hard, watching it sail into the net. your ankle holds, but your heart’s another story. cat’ll join the team for the second half, and you’ll have to face her, have to act normal when nothing feels normal anymore.

you’re not sure you can.

all you know is you’re standing on the edge of something, and the fall could break you.

the next two hours are a blue and your body is moving through drills on autopilot while your mind churns. every sprint, every pass, every shouted instruction from emma barely registers. the locker room chaos from earlier…sam’s teasing, lauren’s question, millie’s very blunt and honest “you two are into each other” loops in your head.

you can’t look at catarina, not when she’s out there on the sidelines, easing into her first team session post-acl with that focused grace and beauty you’ve always admired.

you’re quiet, too quiet, and you know the team notices. maika’s eyes linger when you miss an easy shot and mayra frowns when you don’t join the usual banter during a water break.

you’re unraveling, and it’s only a matter of time before someone calls it out.

when the whistle blows, you’re the first off the pitch, head down, boots scuffing the grass. normally, you’d linger and joke with millie, check on cat’s knee, soak in the post-training talk but not today.

the locker room is a minefield, and you can’t face it, can’t risk another round of laughs or knowing looks. you skip the showers, muttering something about needing to run an errand, and bolt before anyone can stop you.

cat was supposed to ride home with you, her flat just a short detour from yours, but you can’t do it. you can’t sit in your car with her, pretending everything’s fine when you’re in love with the woman.

niamh or millie will step up and you know they always do. you feel a pang of guilt for ditching her, but it’s drowned out by the panic clawing at your chest.

you’re running again, just like you did from sophia, and you hate yourself for it.

the drive home is a haze of london traffic with honking cabs, red lights blurring through the drizzle. your flat’s a sanctuary, small and cluttered with pieces of you: a stanford pennant on the wall, a stack of match programs, a half-dead plant you keep forgetting to water throughout your pink colored space.

you head straight for the shower, cranking the water as hot as it’ll go, hoping it’ll burn away the mess inside you. the steam fills the bathroom, and for a moment, standing under the spray, you feel lighter.

the ache in your chest dulls, the noise in your head quiets. you close your eyes, letting the water trace paths down your skin, washing away the sweat and the weight of the day.

it’s not enough.

now wrapped in one of your soft pink towels, your hair dripping onto your shoulders, you wander into your bedroom. it’s quiet, the kind of quiet that amplifies every thought you’re trying to avoid. you’re about to collapse onto the bed when your eyes catch on it: the photo on your bedside table, tucked between a lamp and a thick chapter book. it’s from stanford, a candid shot from a rare day off…sophia’s puppy, the scruffy little thing, is licking your face and you’re mid-laugh, eyes crinkled, joy radiating off you. sophia’s not in the frame, but catarina is, sitting beside you on the grass, her head thrown back, laughing so hard you can almost hear it.

catarina’s beautiful hair catches the sunlight, and there’s something unguarded in her smile, something that tugs at you even now.

you pick up the frame, fingers tracing the edges, and it hits you like a tidal wave. you’re in love with her. you’ve known it for weeks, maybe longer, but admitting it andletting it breathe rips open every fear you’ve been burying.

your knees buckle, and you sink onto the edge of the bed, the photo trembling in your hands. tears come, hot and relentless, spilling down your cheeks as your breath hitches.

you’re crying for cat, for the way her smirk makes your heart stutter, for the nights you’ve spent wondering what it’d be like to kiss her.

you’re crying for syophia, for the ghost of that pain, the years you lost loving someone who couldn’t love you back and you’re crying because you’re terrified that cat doesn’t feel the same, that she’ll laugh it off or pull away, that you’ll ruin the best thing you’ve got right now.

“fuck!” you whisper, voice breaking, and the word feels too small for the storm inside you. you set the photo down, but it’s too late…it’s burned into you now, cat’s laugh, her warmth, the way she’s been there through every step of this new life.

the locker room flashes back: your too-quick “no,” the way the team laughed, how cat didn’t flinch, just sat there with that calm that makes you want to scream.

you curl up on the bed, still in your towel, the photo staring at you from the table. your worst fears are clawing their way out with cat possibly pulling back, your friendship crumbling, the team’s easy vibe shattered because you couldn’t keep it together.

you ditched her today, left her to find another ride, and the guilt punches at you.

what if she’s mad? what if she’s hurt? what if she’s already slipping away, and you’re too scared to stop it?

you’re lying on your bed, still wrapped in that warm pink towel, your wet hair clinging to your neck, the weight of your tears leaving your eyes raw and heavy. the photo on your bedside table with sophia’s puppy, your laugh, and catarina’s radiant smile stares back which is a cruel reminder of the truth you’ve just admitted to yourself.

you’re in love with cat, and the fear that she’ll never feel the same is a vise around your heart. sophia’s shadow looms, but at least you had healed from that.

you’re spiraling over catarina, wondering how you’ll face her tomorrow, how you’ll survive if she pulls away, when a loud knock shatters the silence.

it’s sharp and rattles the quiet of your flat. you freeze, pulse spiking, half-expecting it’s a neighbor or a delivery you forgot about. you stumble to the living room, towel clutched tight, and call out, voice shaky, “hang on, I just need to get dressed!” but before you can move, the door swings open, and there’s catarina, bursting in like a storm.

catarina’s dark hair’s wet, curling at the ends, fresh from a shower, but her face…god, her face…is a mix of hurt and fire. its clear that she did not care about whatever you needed to do first, she needed to talk to you now!

cat’s eyes, usually so warm, are sharp with something that makes your stomach lurch.

“cat—” you start, but she cuts you off, stepping closer, her presence filling the room.

“niamh dropped me off,” she says, voice low but edged, “since you couldn’t, apparently.”

the words sting, guilt slamming into you like a tackle. you open your mouth to apologize, to explain, but she’s not done.

“y/n, what the hell is going on? you’ve been weird all day since you’ve quiet at training, bolting like you couldn’t get away fast enough. is this about the locker room? what they said?”

you’re still in your towel, vulnerable and exposed, your hair half-dry, sticking to your shoulders. your throat tightens, and all you can do is nod, words failing you.

you want to tell her everything about how you’re drowning in your feelings and how you’re terrified of losing her but your tongue feels like lead. cat sighs, heavy and frustrated, shaking her head as she looks at you.

the brazilian woman’s gaze softens when it lands on your eyes, red-rimmed and tear-streaked, and something shifts in her expression.

“y/n,” she says, quieter now, stepping closer until she’s just a breath away.

“I didn’t care what they said in there….. I didn’t care because… it’s obvious, isn’t it? what we have, it’s more than just friendship… and you know that.”

your heart stumbles, the pain in your chest easing like a knot unraveling.

“what?” you whisper, barely audible, afraid you’ve misheard.

cat’s eyes hold yours, steady and sure, and there’s a vulnerability there you’ve never seen before.

“I’ve known for years,” she says, voice soft but unwavering.

“back at stanford, I knew you were in love with sophia. naomi saw it too before sophia started to notice once you pulled away from her… the whole team knew but they never judged you despite sophia feeling guilty for not liking you back, y/n. I was sad because i fell in love with you at that time too.” she pauses, swallowing hard, and your breath catches.

“it hurt, because I was in love with you. everyone knew about it, except for you. I’ve been in love with you since we were twenty, sitting on the bleachers after practice, you ranting about some dumb referee call after you got a yellow and me pretending I wasn’t falling harder every second.”

your heart nearly stops.

“you… you were?” the words feel impossible, like they belong to someone else’s life.

she nods, a small, sad smile tugging at her lips.

“yeah. I watched you pine for sophia, and it killed me but I stayed close because being your friend was better than nothing. i was like you with sophia but every time you smiled at me, every time you hugged me after a goal back in california, I thought maybe, just maybe, you’d see me but you didn’t… at least not then. I went to lyon, built my own life, but when chelsea called…” she hesitates, her voice dropping to a whisper.

“you were part of it, y/n. sam was kind of right about what she said in the locker room. I came here hoping time had changed things, hoping you’d finally notice me and not sophia since it was clear to everyone that you’ve moved on from her.”

a tear slips down your cheek, and you don’t bother wiping it away. everything clicks into place… catarina’s lingering looks, the way she’s always been there, steady and constant. the guilt, the fear, it’s still there, but it’s drowned out by something bigger, something that feels like hope.

“cat,” you say, voice breaking, “I didn’t know. I was so caught up in her, in trying to be okay, I didn’t see you back in california but I finally see you now. I'm sorry... I’ve been seeing you for weeks, and it scares the shit out of me because I’m so in love with you, and I thought…I thought you’d never…”

“hey,” she cuts in, stepping closer, her hands finding your arms, warm and grounding. “you don’t have to be scared with me.” her thumbs trace gentle circles on your skin, and you’re hyper-aware of the towel, of how close she is, of the way her eyes search yours, soft and earnest.

“I love you, y/n. I’ve loved you even when you drove me crazy with your stubbornness. I’m not going anywhere.”

your breath hitches, and you’re crying now, not from pain but from relief, from the weight of years lifting.

“I love you too,” you whisper, the words raw and true, spilling out like they’ve been waiting forever.

“I think I always have, I just… I was too afraid.”

cat smiles, that radiant, heart-stopping smile, and pulls you into her arms. you melt into her, your face pressed to her shoulder, her warmth seeping into you like sunlight after a storm. the towel’s a flimsy barrier, but it doesn’t matter since she’s holding you like you’re precious, like she’s been waiting for this as long as you have.

your heart steadies, the fear dissolving in the certainty of her embrace.

she loves you back. she loves you just as much, maybe more.

you pull back, just enough to look at her, and her eyes are a map of everything you’ve ever wanted…depth, warmth, a promise. your gaze flicks from her eyes to her lips, and hers does the same, a silent question hanging between you.

you lean in, slow, giving her time to pull away, but she doesn’t. she meets you halfway, and the kiss is soft, tentative, like you’re both learning each other for the first time. it’s not rushed or desperate since it’s familiar, like you’ve kissed her a thousand times in your dreams.

cat’s lips are warm, tasting faintly of mint, and you feel her love in every gentle press in the way her hands hold your lower back and every breath she shares with you.

when you pull back, your foreheads rest together, and she’s smiling, a little dazed, a little awed.

“god, y/n,” she murmurs, her voice husky, “I’ve never seen you this soft for anyone.”

you laugh, quiet and shaky, your hands still tangled in her shirt.

“only for you,” you say, meaning it down to your bones, “you’re the only one who ever got to see it.”

the woman’s smile widens, and she cups your face, her thumb brushing your cheek.

“good,” she whispers, and you’re leaning in again, the kiss deeper this time, but still so tender it makes your chest ache. it’s love, it’s home, it’s everything you were too afraid to hope for. wrapped in your pink towel, with cat’s arms around you, you know you’re not running anymore.

the last three years have shown that things happen for a great reason. the rainbow (haha, get it?) after the storm perhaps.

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🎀summer dolly essentials🎀

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• Good body and face sunscreen!! Making sure your skin is protected is the most important part of everyday!!

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I will probably end up making a separate more in depth post about this, but just some of my summer dolly makeup essentials and tips!!

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• pink/peachy toned blushes

• thin brows

• pink and gold shimmer highlight!

• hydrating setting spray/ facial mist!

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dystopicjumpsuit · 7 months ago

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Watch and Learn, City Boy, Part 2: Autumn

A/N: This is a follow-up to Part 1, which I wrote last year. The muse struck on the autumnal equinox, and who am I to reject her overture? Yes, I switched tenses, and no, I’m not sorry. Enjoy!

Pairing: Hound x Reader (Fem)

Rating: M (mature content intended for readers 18+; minors DNI)

Wordcount: 2.8K

Warnings and tags: fluff; domesticity; language; little bit of SMUT; one (1) slap on the ass; tickling; pinning; allusions to bondage; Reader is a bit of a brat; Hound is a playful switch (I don’t make the rules); this isn't as kinky as it sounds; I made up pretty much everything about Alderaanian culture, holiday observances, and spirituality for this fic, so don’t take anything here as having a basis in canon.

Summary: Autumn has come to Alderaan, and you’re stuck on kriffin’ Coruscant. But Hound won’t let that stop you from celebrating.

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This fic smells like: Hempz Apple Cinnamon Shortbread body lotion (autumn leaves; warm spices)

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Grizzer launched herself off of your mattress with a ferocious snarl before you even heard the door chime. Hound startled awake with a muffled grunt, and you sat up, rubbing your eyes groggily and fumbling for your datapad to check the security holo.

“‘S goin’ on?” he mumbled.

“Groceries,” you rasped as you crawled out of bed and slipped into a robe. “I’ll take care of it. Go back to sleep.”

Grizzer was prancing triumphantly at the front door, and she greeted you with a loud, delighted snort to let you know that she had successfully repelled the invading force and secured the perimeter.

“Good girl,” you yawned. “So brave. Gonna tell Fox to give you a medal and a promotion.”

She plopped down resolutely in front of the door and refused to budge until you had administered what she deemed to be an appropriate number of scritches between the spines on her back. At length, she shuffled out of the way so you could open the door and dart out into the hallway just long enough to retrieve your grocery delivery, silently beseeching the Force not to let your well-meaning but nosy neighbors catch you in your bathrobe. Gods knew you and Hound already gave them plenty of fodder for gossip.

Once the groceries were safely inside, Grizzer had to complete an exhaustive sniff-spection of every single bag before she would allow you to put the food away, and then she gave you a meaningful look and lumbered over to the back door. You tapped the panel and shivered at the blast of cold air that rushed in as the door hissed open.

Grizzer sauntered out to do her business on the comically tiny patch of fake grass you’d installed on your balcony once you realized she and Hound would be staying over as many nights as they could possibly sneak away from the barracks. By the time you’d finished stashing the perishables in the conservator, she was back inside and waiting for her breakfast.

You activated the cleaning droid to deal with her mess, dumped a scoop of massiff chow in her bowl, and finally returned to the bedroom. Hound’s eyes remained stubbornly closed, but he wordlessly pulled the blankets back as you climbed into bed and snuggled your ass into the nook of his body, extending his other arm for you to use as a pillow.

Stars, he’s so warm. This is the best part of my day.

You barely had time to settle in before Grizzer hopped up onto the bed, circled a few times, then flopped against you hard enough to knock the wind out of you.

“Ugh, careful with the spikes, Grizz. Don’t you have breakfast to eat?” you muttered.

Despite your grumbles, you couldn’t resist the pleading look she shot you, and you reached down to pat her lazily as she settled her chin onto your leg with a happy sigh. Kriffin’ massiff always wants to be the littlest spoon.

You shifted, looking for a comfortable position while being smooshed between your two favorite beings, then tucked your feet closer to Hound, trying to get warm. He flinched as he felt your icy feet against his shins, but instead of pulling away, he rested his hand on your hip and drew you more firmly against his body, then slid up your torso to cup your breast. He nuzzled his face into your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your skin.

“Mornin’,” he rumbled. ”Happy equinox. I assume you've planned somethin’ festive for today?”

“Mm-hmm,” you mumbled, privately reflecting that he was using far too many words for this early on a Benduday morning. “‘S why I ordered groceries.”

He hummed his approval and began to kiss a path down your spine. “Does it involve tying me to a kitchen chair and licking a jar of honey off my skin?”

You laughed quietly and kissed the scar on his forearm that rested beneath your head. “Is that a specific fantasy you have, or are you just looking for an excuse to get me to tie you up and have my wicked way with you?”

“Two things can be true, angel.” He squeezed your breast gently, then trailed his fingertips down the centerline of your body, unerringly finding his way between your thighs. “Your feet are like kriffin’ icicles. You go on an expedition to Ilum for those groceries or somethin’?”

“Grizz was extra needy this morning,” you explained. “Mm, that feels nice. Don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he murmured. His fingers slipped over your clit and into your pussy, and he shifted slightly to grind his cock against your ass. “Feel how hard you made me? Prancin’ around in that little thing you call a bathrobe. Probably gave the neighbors a coronary.”

“Nobody saw me,” you laughed, then gasped as he slid deeper. “At least I—fuck—I didn’t see anyone.”

“Grizz, off,” he ordered, to the massiff’s vocal disgust. Nevertheless, she complied, jumping off the bed with a huff of protest and wandering out of the bedroom in search of the breakfast she’d previously snubbed. “Guess we’ll find out if anyone saw you when they send a thank-you holocard. Damn, little one, you’re kriffin’ soaked. What were you dreamin’ about, dirty girl?”

It wasn’t a dream, it’s just you, you thought, but rather than inflate his already impressive ego, you wiggled your butt against his hips and replied in your most provocative tone.

“Thorn.”

He laughed, then withdrew from between your thighs and gave you a firm little slap on the ass. You let out a shrill squeak and squirmed out of his arms just far enough to launch yourself off the mattress and tackle him, pinning him briefly and digging your fingers into his ribs to tickle him ruthlessly.

Alas, your vengeance was short lived. After the briefest moment of being incapacitated by laughter, he managed to roll over on top of you, capturing your wrists and holding them against the pillow on either side of your head.

“Oh, you asked for it, darlin’,” he said with a wicked grin.

The morning light caught in his eyes and illuminated them to honey gold. They danced with mischief, and you felt an odd flutter in your chest that you didn’t have enough time to examine before he pounced, and the only thing on your mind was holding on while your ARF trooper took you for the ride of your life.

When the pair of you finally stumbled out of bed, you mentally scratched off a few of the activities you’d planned, since you were running two hours behind schedule—a sacrifice you were more than willing to make, all things considered. There was still plenty of time to visit the Alderaanian shrine of the ancestors in the Federal District and make it home in time to cook dinner—a meal that you’d been planning with meticulous care for weeks, going to great lengths to source Alderaanian ingredients that were often difficult to find in the Core Worlds.

“You sure they’ll let me in?” Hound asked as he surveyed the entrance to the temple with obvious doubt in his eyes.

“They will,” you replied firmly. “They don’t turn anyone away. If you ever find yourself in trouble and need a place to lie low, they’ll give you sanctuary.”

“Even though I did absolutely depraved things to you an hour ago?” he murmured in your ear, sending tingles of awareness down your neck.

“... Maybe don’t mention that part.”

“You know, this whole sanctuary thing sounds a little illegal,” he joked.

“Who are you, the police?”

He snorted, then allowed you to lead him inside. The temple was crowded, and not a single person recognized Hound as a clone trooper, or if they did, nobody mentioned it. Hound was fascinated by the vibrant—not to say chaotic—energy inside.

“The only temple I’ve ever been inside is the Jedi temple,” he said. “This one is really different.”

“I imagine so,” you laughed. “I’ve never been inside the Jedi Temple, but I’ve heard it’s really tranquil. This is… not that.”

He grinned in acknowledgment. “Do you come here every equinox?”

You shook your head. “I’m not really that observant most of the time. When I’m at home, we just have a family celebration. But here on Coruscant, it’s kind of nice to come to a place where I can meet other Alderaanians. For me, it’s really more about staying in touch with my culture, but a lot of people are very devout.”

When the pair of you finally made your way through the temple and to the shrine, he followed you inside and observed respectfully but with keen interest as you lit a stick of incense and left a small offering for the shrine guardian spirit. You were in and out in under a minute, and as the pair of you rejoined the thronging crowd headed toward the exit, Hound leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“That was quick.”

“No point in monopolizing it,” you replied under your breath. “Bad form when the temple is this busy.”

The temple wasn’t the only thing that was busy. Traffic was fully gridlocked, and the trip home took ages. By the time you arrived, you were both ravenous, which was deeply unfortunate, given that you’d planned a fairly elaborate dinner. Still, you were determined to make it work and salvage what was left of the equinox.

Grizzer was beside herself when you walked through the door. She barreled into Hound with a delighted squeal, and he knelt down for their ritual greeting. She sat patiently until he was within reach and then, with a gentleness that was wholly improbable for a creature of her size, she touched her snout against his nose.

“I’m here, too, Grizz,” you teased, and if a massiff were capable of rolling its eyes, she would have. Nevertheless, she eagerly snuggled up to you, demanding her tribute of affection.

“Do I have time to take her for a quick run before dinner?” Hound asked.

“I think so. It’ll be a refreshing change to cook without my reptile sous chef.”

“Don’t listen to her, Grizz,” Hound said, covering the massiff’s ear holes. “She’d be lost in the kitchen without you.”

“Oh, definitely,” you agreed solemnly. “What ever shall I do without constant supervision and the in-house quality assurance expert?”

Hound gave you a quick kiss and headed out, and you set to work, swallowing down a faint feeling of disappointment that so many of your plans had fallen through. Dinner would make up for it, though. Dinner would be perfect.. Within minutes, the entire flat began to fill with delicious smells. Everything was proceeding swimmingly. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

“Gods damn it!”

Your frustrated curse was the first thing Hound heard when he opened the door. Grizzer charged inside and skidded to a halt, prancing around the kitchen.

“Not now, sweetie,” you said, your tone softening a bit as you saw the massiff.

“Somethin’ wrong?” Hound asked.

“That karking shopper droid brought me decorative mini pumpkins instead of edible ones,” you groaned. “And to make matters worse, the pumpkin stems mutilated my Force-damned tomato.”

“Damn, looks like it got squashed,” he murmured.

“That is a terrible pun, and this is no laughing matter!”

“You’re right,” he said apologetically. “It’s an obvious case of assault with a deadly veggie.”

“Still not funny. Look at this carnage!”

You held up the mangled tomato, and he inspected it closely before gravely replying. “That’s a pretty gore-dy victim. Better shield Grizzer’s innocent eyes before she’s permanently scarred.”

You snorted, obstinately refusing to laugh. “I knew I should have just gone to the market myself.”

“Why don’t we go now?” he asked, giving up on his quest to distract you with the worst puns in the Core Worlds. “We can pick up some pumpkins that are actually edible, maybe have a little tour of the market district, get some fresh air?”

You glanced at the clock and sighed. “If we do that, we’ll be eating at midnight. I’ll figure something out.”

Grizzer whined at the sharpness in your tone, then curled up in the corner of your living room so she could keep an eye on you, sensing your frustration. You glared at the offending gourds for a moment, and would have bet every last credit of his nonexistent salary that you were contemplating hurling them into the abyss of the Coruscant underworld. Seeing how much the kriff-up had upset you, Hound ventured into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“What’s really bothering you, love?” he asked. “You’re always good at coming up with contingency plans. Is this really such a big problem that it’ll ruin your equinox?”

You sighed and leaned back against him, closing your eyes. “No. Not really. It’s just… My mom always makes this for the autumn equinox. I really wanted it to be perfect, you know?”

“You miss her.”

You nodded. “I do. I miss home, too. It’s weird to celebrate an Alderaanian equinox holiday on a planet that doesn’t even have seasons. And I really wanted this to be perfect so you could have the experience even though you weren’t able to get leave to travel back home with me, and we had to cancel almost all of our plans, and now dinner is ruined, too, and I’m just so fucking tired and hungry.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” He kissed the side of your head, then turned you around slowly so he could look into your eyes. His chest squeezed when he saw the beginnings of tears in your eyes, and he brushed his thumb across your cheek to wipe them away. “It is perfect, because I’m spendin’ it with you. No place I’d rather be in the galaxy.”

“Not even a musty old tent surrounded by wolf-cats?” you muttered rebelliously.

“As tempting as that sounds—and if I recall correctly, you were extremely tempting—no. But I’d eat rations and sleep in a musty old tent every night for the rest of my life if it meant I got to wake up next to you.” He didn’t say the words he desperately wanted to. It was too soon, and he didn’t want to scare you off. Instead, he pressed his lips to your forehead and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, holding you close. “Kriff the pumpkins. We’ll get takeout and go for a speeder bike ride in the entertainment district.”

You gasped. “Blasphemy! How dare you insinuate that I can’t salvage this disaster? Stand aside and watch the master at work.”

“That’s my girl,” he grinned.

“Hmph,” you replied haughtily, unable to quite repress the smile at the corner of your lips.

You started toward the stove, but as you took your first step, Hound caught you by your apron ties and tugged you back into his arms for a devastating kiss. He was extremely thorough, and by the time he released you, you were dizzy and breathless, and he made damn sure you couldn’t remember that mini pumpkins even existed.

“That. Was. Incredible,” Hound said as he cleaned the last few morsels from his plate.

“Not quite as aesthetically pleasing as Mom’s,” you hedged.

“It was rustic,” he insisted. “Homestyle. Deconstructed.”

“You really need to stop watching cooking shows on the holonet.”

“How else will I learn all the terms to describe your food to make my brothers insane with jealousy? You think clone troopers have a reason to say ‘craveable’ on a daily basis?”

“Oh, yeah? You tell Thorn all about me?” you teased.

“Easy now, darlin’,” he replied with a lazy grin. “You’re gonna give me a complex.”

“Don’t worry, I could never leave Grizzer.”

He laughed. “Lucky thing for me.”

He leaned back in his chair and stretched, then stood up and began to clear away the dishes. You groped his ass shamelessly from your seat, then wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face against his abdomen.

“Thanks for celebrating with me,” you murmured, your voice muffled by his shirt. “I know I kind of lost the plot there.”

He set down the plates and wrapped his arms around you. “Not the first time I’ve seen you hangry; won’t be the last.”

You laughed into his belly, then tugged his shirt up so you could kiss his warm, smooth skin. “You know, there’s one equinox tradition that we haven’t observed yet.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

“It involves a kitchen chair, a pair of your binders, and a jar of honey.”

“Dank farrik, I’m in love with you.” The words slipped out, and by the time Hound realized what he’d said, it was too late to call them back.

You drew back and stared up at him with an expression of shock. “What?”

“Uh…”

Kriff.

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