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Yes, healthy close friendships between non-related men and women - without any even hints of romantic sentiment - can and do exist.
My dad has had the same best friend since they were kids, and she is one of my favorite people. They went on one date in their early 20s because everyone pestered them about it, and promptly decided it was never happening again because it just felt wrong. However double dates are a regular occurrence, and over my parents 25y of marriage she has also become one of my mom's best friends. Mama commented the other day that not only would she feel totally secure with Ada and this friend going on a road trip alone, she'd also feel secure in an inverse situation going on a road trip alone with this friend's husband.
And Mama never had super close guy friends to demonstrate the other side of this type of dynamic similarly, but Ada has become a brother figure to most of her best friends and even stepped up as an almost-dad-favorite-uncle for the kids of two of her friends while going through divorces and single-motherhood.
And I've even begun to develop similar types of friendships. Like yeah, I refer to my one older cousin as my big brother all the time, but I also have several 'claimed cousins' with absolutely no even distant relation to me who are some of my best friends and I can't imagine life without. One of these 'claimed cousins' is Ada's best friend's oldest son, who is enough younger than me that much of our friendship started with me babysitting him, but close enough that our teenage years overlapped and as adults we're peers, and when one of my sisters got sick last minute before going to a musical as a family this weekend he's who came with us, because he's family not only because of his mom and Ada’s friendship but because of his friendship with my sisters and I too.
I know these healthy male-female friendships can and do exist because I see and experience them every day and have my entire life. However, maintaining such a healthy non-romantic friendship especially when both married takes alot of effort and trust on all parts. And based on my experience/observations a fraternal undertone to that platonic love and bond.
[Though SOMETIMES in fiction, this is not the case, and the writers are simply wrong if they want to pretend that these two characters aren't and have never been in romantic love with eachother]
#random ramblings#male-female friendships#friendship between men and women#friendship goals#true friendship#irl brotp
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Unveiling College Gate: Pakistani Drama Review
Explore the captivating world of “College Gate,” a 2023 Pakistani television series that takes viewers on a journey through the tumultuous phase of college life. Premiered on July 12, 2023, and produced by Green Entertainment, this drama boasts a stellar cast featuring emerging talents such as Zarar Khan, Khaqan Shahnawaz, Mamia Shah, Natalia, Nauman Kahout, Shuja Asad, Asad Chaudhary, Washma…
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#College Gate Pakistani drama#college life challenges#critical reception#Entertainment#exceptional performances#Faheem Burney#flaws and challenges#Green Entertainment#male-female friendships#Pakistani drama landscape
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At all the people talking about how they're speedrunning Percabeth:
They really aren't??
Like, they made them be friends a bit faster, sure, but by the second book they're already pretty close friends and we're already on episode 5 of an 8 episode show.
None of their scenes have been inherently romantic, they've only served to show us the development of their friendship.
It's just weird to me that people are seeing two 12 year olds, both of whom are starved for affection and have barely ever had friends, forming a close friendship and immediately call it romantic. It is probably to do with the fact that book readers KNOW that Percabeth happens, but just because it happens eventually doesn't mean every scene they have of them being close is romantic.
#not every interaction a male-female friendship has is romantic#just saying#maybe its just me#but nothing about being upset that your friend almost died twice is romance specific#pjo tv show#pjo series#pjo#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#percabeth
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This day is for THEM
Bonus doodle:
They talk about murder cases and cute guys together
#ignore the fact that im posting this on june 9th#its the thought that counts#it is 6 am and I spent all night drawing these two and I dont regret it at all#anyway I will forever applaud the psych team for making a wonderful male/female friendship#they are besties and I love them#also jules probably drinks black coffee only half the time and then the other half she has#strawberry iced tea or something#the duality of juliet#juliet o'hara#carlton lassiter#psych#psych usa#psych tv#psych 2006
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thinking about what platonic gwuncan could’ve been if they just ditched the romance plot….NEVER forget what they stole from you
#we need more male female friendships#they were so good in this ep like why would they change something so good#total drama#td duncan#td gwen#duncan td#gwen td#platonic gwuncan#gwuncan
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incorrect quotes with my new fav trio
starring wriothesley, clorinde and neuvillette bc i said so
Wriothesley: What do you think Neuvillette will do for a distraction? Clorinde: They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do. *Building explodes and several car alarms go off* Clorinde: ... or he could do that.
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Wriothesley: How's the sexiest person here~? Neuvillette: I don't know, how are they~? Wriothesley: I- Clorinde, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!
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Clorinde: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Wriothesley? Wriothesley: … No. Neuvillette: I do! Clorinde: I know, Neuvillette. Neuvillette: I’m sad! Wriothesley: We know, Neuvillette
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Neuvillette, to Wriothesley and Clorinde: *holding knife out in front of them* Are you or are you not an enemy of the people?! Wriothesley: ... Clorinde: ... Wriothesley: That is such an open-ended question. Clorinde: Yeah, it really depends on a lot of different factors-
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Wriothesley: We need a diversion. I say Neuvillette gets naked. Neuvillette: No. Clorinde: Who are we trying to distract again?
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Clorinde, at Neuvillette: Would you like to stay for dinner? Wriothesley, from the kitchen: Would you like to stay forever!?!
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Clorinde: Ooh, somebody has a crush Wriothesley: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Neuvillette I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them. *Later that night* Wriothesley, very much awake: Uh oh.
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Neuvillette: There's no way they like me back. Clorinde: Wriothesley would throw himself in front of a moving car for you. Neuvillette: Wriothesley would throw himself in front of a moving car for fun.
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Neuvillette: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed. Clorinde: Clorinde: I'm gonna tell them. Wriothesley: Don't you dare.
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Wriothesley: Is there a cactus where your heart should be? Clorinde: What’s up your ass this morning! Neuvillette: *walks in* ...Hey. Clorinde: Hmm… nevermind. Wriothesley: WAIT NO!
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Wriothesley: Do you cook? Neuvillette: I made a cake once. Clorinde: Yeah, it was good. Neuvillette: Really? Clorinde: Don’t make me lie twice, Neuvillette.
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Neuvillette: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming? Clorinde: Can everyone in this godforsaken group please learn the skill called "Think Before You Speak"? Wriothesley: Ya know... it might be.
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Clorinde: Did Wriothesley just tell me he loved me for the first time? Neuvillette: Yeah, he did. Clorinde: And did I just do finger guns back? Neuvillette: Yeah, you did.
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Wriothesley: Where are my fucking keys? Clorinde: Wriothesley, Neuvillette is around, can you say it a little nicer? Wriothesley: May I ascertain the whereabouts of my FUCKING KEYS?!
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*Neuvillette dies in a game with ships* Wriothesley: This ship is no longer a ship of love, it's a ship of vengeance, a gavel of justice against all that is wrong in the world, showing no mercy, as no mercy was shown to us. Wriothesley: The spark of love will now fuel the fires of destructive glory as I wage my war across the world with righteous fury. Clorinde: Legend has it that Neuvillette still haunts the ship, stealing my fucking drinks. Neuvillette: Of course I do.
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Wriothesley: How do you tell someone that you wanna have sex with them in a polite way? Neuvillette: Excuse me [insert name]. Would you give me the honours of indulging in sexual activities with you? Clorinde: What the fuck is wrong with you two?
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Clorinde: Hey, no, you stay out of this, this is between me and Wriothesley! Neuvillette: So Wriothesley knows about this? Clorinde, walking away: No, this is between me and me!
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Neuvillette: *is wearing silk pants* How does this look? Wriothesley: Like its slips on and off really easily. Neuvillette: Wriothesley: No, I didn't mean it like that- Clorinde: We know what you meant.
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Clorinde: What have you done with Neuvillette? Wriothesley: Nothing. Why, do you think I should?
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Neuvillette, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe? Wriothesley: Yeah, sure. *A few minutes later* Wriothesley: Here you go. Neuvillette: Wriothesley: Clorinde: Why am I here?
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Wriothesley: I’m this close to falling in love with Neuvillette. Clorinde: Your fingertips are touching. Wriothesley: Exactly.
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Neuvillette: Would you take a bullet for me? Wriothesley: ...yes? *Clorinde angrily burst into the room* Neuvillette: *running away* Great, thanks!
guys i love them a healthy amount i swear. NOW DIE ON THIS HILL WITH ME
PART II is now up!
#wriothesley#clorinde#neuvillette#i love them#they are my new babies#they are so silly#this devolves into a ship really fast but hush#platonic (mostly?) male and female friendships#wriolette#just a sprinkle#headcanons#genshin headcanons#incorrect quotes#genshin incorrect quotes#will become a series
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still can’t actually believe that amangela has gotten so big within the smosh fanbase (both in stan communities and the general audience) that theyre included in the rpf tournament polls here on tumblr. i started to see their dynamic ever since they did under the mistletoe a whole two years ago and now they’re like—one of the top three popular ships/dynamics when it comes to smosh. improv comedy yuri truly prevails
#smosh rpf#amangela#its insaneee ITS INSANE!!!#im technically an amangela veteran atp i feel like i’ve been in amangela hive for so long🧍#makes me happy though that in the rpf sense an f/f ship is one of the most popular ships within the fandom#and in the general fandom sense a friendship/dynamic between two female cast members is beloved and popular#especially because the cast is a bit male-dominated and a few years back it was mostly m/m ships that had this kind of attention#thanking courtlivia kimney and boze/courtney shippers/dynamic enjoyers for leading the way tho 🫡
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me when a female character I like gets labelled a mom for the 17th time
#being a hater#we should have more dads in here. more non female “moms”. less female moms#its 2024 and we preach gender diversity and then we go and label another woman a mom. or a very mom/caretaker-adjacent role#maybe a woman can have good and nice friendships. Maybe a woman can be the oldest of her friend group without being a “mom”#older sister assignments are thrown around less thank god but those also tend to peeve me. Why so many older sisters and moms#maybe being a mom or mom adjacent role shouldnt be treated like an honor or aspect of utmost care/femininity/whatever so often#idk idk reinforcing old and tired gender tropes when done in excess especially when the fem characters are few#and compared to the male counterparts#blabber
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in a time where shows subtly danced around the dynamics between their protagonists, left everything up for interpretation, and didn't elaborate, explore, or have them express their feelings with each other, white collar had neal tell his deadbeat dad that peter is more of a dad to him than he ever was and i just think that's beautiful
#he really sees peter as a father figure and they had him tell his actual father that I'm gonna be sick#white collar was so ahead of its time#a healthy married couple who communicates#female male friendships where they are not romantic in the slightest#characters who have actual stories than just being a plot device#mozzie in general#white collar the show you are#white collar#peter burke#neal caffrey#matt bomer
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I don't care what anyone says, the shiny Charcadet is female to me and that's all that matters.
I think a guy / girl rivalry that's like Naruto and Sasuke is so sorely needed and I choose to believe this Poketoon is about that lmao
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Red Hood Incorrect Quotes Pt 4
Jason: Hey.
Dana: Hm?
Jason: Do you think if we met today we would still be friends?
Dana: I don't know. But we're friends now. *smiles*
Jason: *smiles*
#red hood incorrect quotes#dc#comics#dc comics#comic books#dc incorrect quotes#new girl#character dynamics#brotp#jason todd#red hood#the red hood#dana harlowe#strike#jason peter todd#batkids#batfam#red hood the hill#red hood and the outlaws#kid jason todd#kid dana harlowe#male female friendship#childhood friends#comic characters#batman characters
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video essay: female loneliness and the catch-up friendship crisis
"I kept seeing conversations about friendship in crisis everywhere. Articles about the effect of COVID on friendships, the subgenre of “I have no friends” youtube videos, the panic of men’s loneliness and mental health, the lack of “third spaces” to spend time socializing, TikToks of girls openly crying because no one showed up to their birthday dinner... In this video we are going to dive beneath the surface to see what lurks below, in the hopes of discovering why so many of us feel so alone in a world that has never been more connected - and maybe figure out what we might be able to do to fix it.
#friendship crisis#female loneliness#male loneliness#catch up friendship#friendship breakup#video essay#queer friendship#friendship quotes#rowan ellis#Youtube
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Under The Radar 1
Started a new AU called Affectionate Obsession, with Steve Rogers as the first Character Story Series to be told I hope you all enjoy and don't be afraid to tell me what you think.
Dark! Steve Roger x Kiwi! Reader
Warnings:
This story contains themes of emotional manipulation, power imbalance, dubious consent, toxic relationships, and psychological control. It deals with difficult subjects such as forced dependency and mental/emotional abuse. Reader discretion is advised.
Description: Kiwi thought she had her life under control—until a chance invitation to the Maldives from her former friend pulls her into a web of manipulation and control. What starts as a luxurious vacation turns into a slow descent into captivity as Steve, the wealthy man funding her escape from reality, begins to tighten his grip on her life. Now trapped in a toxic relationship where affection becomes control, Kiwi must navigate a world where every decision is made for her, every boundary crossed, and escape seems impossible.
Is it too late to reclaim her freedom, or will she succumb to the life Steve has crafted for her?
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The low hum of the factory machinery buzzed in my ears as I sat in the breakroom, staring at the sad sandwich I’d slapped together this morning. How did I end up here? After years of hard work and late-night study sessions, my Finance degree didn’t seem to mean anything anymore. Instead of crunching numbers and living the life I’d dreamed of, I was here—packaging cardboard boxes and watching my future slip away.
I glanced down at my phone, a knot forming in my throat. Rent was coming up in two weeks, and I had no idea how I was going to scrape the money together. The thought of moving back in with my parents twisted my stomach in knots. No way could I go back to their judgmental looks, the snide remarks about my life choices, or their constant need to belittle everything I’ve done. I'd rather sleep on a park bench than deal with that.
My phone buzzed on the table, jolting me from my thoughts. I looked down at the screen and felt my heart sink a little deeper.
Sharon.
Of all the people who could be reaching out, she was the last person I expected—or wanted—to hear from. We hadn’t spoken since graduation, and that was by design. Things between us hadn’t ended well, and the fact that she was contacting me now couldn’t mean anything good.
With a sigh, I swiped to answer. "Hello?"
"Wow, you actually picked up," Sharon's voice dripped with that same smugness that always made me grit my teeth. "I wasn’t sure if you were still alive."
I rolled my eyes, immediately regretting answering. "Yeah, still kicking. How are you?" I shot back, not even trying to hide my sarcasm.
"Fabulous, of course." Her voice was so sugary sweet it made my stomach churn. "Anyway, I’ll get to the point. A few of us are going on a trip—Maldives. One-month private villa. You should come."
I blinked, trying to process what she’d just said. A month-long vacation in the Maldives? Out of nowhere?
"Uh… I don’t think I can," I muttered, the discomfort rising up my spine. "I’m working right now, and I can’t afford a trip like that."
There was a brief silence, followed by Sharon’s familiar, annoyed huff. "Steve’s paying for everything, so don’t worry about that."
As if money was the only issue. I shook my head, feeling my frustration rise. "It’s not just about money. I can’t take off from work for two months."
"Why not?" she snapped, sounding genuinely confused, like the concept of having to work to survive was foreign to her. "Just quit."
I almost laughed at how ridiculous she sounded. "I can’t just quit, Sharon. I need this job. Some of us actually have bills to pay."
"Whatever," she sighed, clearly losing interest. "Look, if you change your mind, you’ve got three months to figure it out. We’re leaving in July."
I clenched my jaw, fighting back a smart remark. "I’ll let you know."
And with that, she hung up.
I stared at the phone, my mind spinning. Why now? Why was Sharon suddenly interested in inviting me on this extravagant trip after all this time? After everything that happened?
Shoving the phone back into my pocket, I shook off the nagging feeling. Whatever she and her clique were up to, I wasn’t about to fall for it. Not this time.
I had more pressing things to worry about—like making it through the rest of my shift without falling apart.
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Three weeks after Sharon’s call, I found myself standing in the manager’s office, trying to make sense of the words coming out of her mouth.
“Budget cuts,” Diane said flatly, as if that explained everything.
“But I’m the only one being fired,” I pointed out, confusion mixing with anger. “How does that make sense?”
Diane shrugged, clearly uninterested. “It’s just how things are.”
I knew better than to push back too much, but it still gnawed at me. Budget cuts? No way. This factory wasn’t exactly rolling in dough, but I’d seen plenty of new hires lately. So why me?
As I walked out of her office, I thought back to the time I’d corrected Diane on… well, something trivial. She’d been going on about a new process we had to follow, and I’d pointed out a mistake in her instructions. It wasn’t even that big of a deal. I remembered she’d gone all red in the face, tight-lipped, and I could tell she didn’t appreciate being corrected, but it seemed like she was over it.
Did she have something to do with this? It didn’t make sense. I was practically invisible at the factory. Why would she care?
Still, it stung. Whatever the real reason, I was out of a job.
A few weeks later, my luck hadn’t changed. I spent every waking moment job hunting, praying something would come through before the end of the month. But it didn’t.
When it became clear I couldn’t afford my rent anymore, I had to make a decision: drown in debt or swallow my pride and move back in with my parents.
I hated the idea. But bills were piling up, and the pressure was too much, so I chose my parents.
The moment I walked through the door with my boxes, my mom took it upon herself to help me unpack—which, of course, meant a nonstop commentary on all the poor decisions I’d made in life.
“I told you this would happen,” she said, folding one of my shirts with military precision. “You never listen. You should have stayed closer to home, gone into something practical. But no, you wanted to follow your dreams.”
I clenched my jaw, biting back the urge to snap. It was always the same speech: how I should’ve done this, should’ve done that. As if I didn’t feel bad enough already. But I stayed quiet, nodding along while she reminded me just how incapable I was.
I’d been living with my parents for a month and a half now, and I was at my breaking point. Their constant nagging, the tension, the way they hovered over me—it was driving me insane. I needed out.
One week before Sharon and the girls were set to leave for the Maldives, I caved. Desperation took over, and I found myself texting Sharon, asking if there was still space for me on the trip.
Honestly, I didn’t expect her to respond. But then, there it was: a yes. Along with a list of things to pack and an address of where to meet them.
I stared at my phone in disbelief for a second. I was actually going to do this. Anything to get away from my parents.
When I told them about the trip, their reaction was immediate approval. Of course, the second they heard Sharon and Steve would be there, they were practically pushing me out the door.
“Oh, that’s wonderful!” my mom beamed. “Sharon’s such a successful young woman. You should really try to get back on her good side.”
I rolled my eyes. Of course they loved Sharon. She was everything they wanted me to be—successful, put together, and always in the right circles. And Steve? They practically worshiped the guy. The heir to a tech empire. Who wouldn’t?
“Just make sure there’s no more falling outs this time,” my dad added, like I’d ever intentionally ruined things with Sharon.
I remembered the first time I told them about our fallout. They acted like I’d told them I was addicted to drugs, and they never really forgave me for it.
Now, it seemed I was being given a second chance to make everything “right.”
And honestly? I wasn’t sure I wanted to, but at this point, I’d do anything to get away from here.
***
I couldn’t shake the feeling that this whole trip might be some elaborate prank. I half-expected to show up and find a hidden camera crew waiting to embarrass me. But here I was, standing in front of a private jet, struggling with my heavy luggage.
“Need a hand?” a man’s voice cut through my thoughts. Before I could even respond, he was already taking my bags, prying them from my grip with an ease that felt almost dismissive.
"Uh, thanks," I muttered, watching him haul the luggage up the steps of the jet. Was this even real?
Inside, Sharon was waiting, her bright smile as fake as I remembered. “Kiwi! Oh my God, look at you!” Her eyes swept over me, lingering on all the wrong places. “Still… you,” she added, her tone too sharp to be anything close to nice.
“Yeah,” I replied, biting back the instinct to roll my eyes. Same old Sharon. Still poking at me for being shorter and curvier than the rest of them. “Still me.”
I looked to Natasha, Jane and Pepper and waved before following them into the Private Jet.
Sharon smirked, gesturing toward the jet's sleek interior. “Welcome aboard. I bet it’s been a while since you’ve ridden in anything like this?”
I didn’t bother with a response. There were a million reasons why I didn’t fly on private jets, one being that I couldn’t afford too, but it wasn’t worth the energy. I followed Sharon inside, catching sight of the group lounging around like they belonged there.
Steve was the first to greet me, his golden hair practically glowing in the soft light as he flashed that easy smile. “Hey, Kiwi,” he said, patting the seat beside him. His tone was friendly—maybe a little too friendly—but I hesitated. Before I could move, Natasha grabbed my arm and steered me toward a different seat.
“We saved you a spot over here!” Natasha chimed, squeezing my arm with just a bit too much excitement. She shot a quick glance at Steve, then back at me, like there was something I wasn’t picking up on.
Peter was already seated across from me, leaning back with a casual confidence that made me uncomfortable. His dark eyes met mine for a split second, and he gave a small nod. There was nothing awkward or out of place about him—if anything, he looked like he belonged here. Like this was exactly where he wanted to be.
“Glad you could make it,” Peter said, his voice smooth and low. There was something about the way he said it, something that felt off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
The conversations around me were light, but every now and then, I’d catch something—a quick glance between Steve and Peter, a soft chuckle from one of the boys, or Sharon’s eyes sparkling with something that wasn’t amusement. It felt like they were all in on something, like the air was thick with an inside joke I wasn’t a part of.
I tried to brush it off, joining in on the small talk and ignoring the strange tension. But with every shared look between the boys, every lingering gaze from Sharon, that unease just kept creeping back.
It was like they were waiting for something.
Something I wasn’t in on.
***
I stirred awake to the gentle shake of my shoulder and a soft voice calling my name. “Hey, Kiwi, we’ve landed,” Natasha said, with a small grin, wiping her own hands on her lap. “You’ve got a little drool there.”
Still groggy, I wiped at the side of my mouth, feeling my face flush as I tried to erase the evidence of my nap. I sat up, blinking a few times, trying to get my bearings. When I looked around, I noticed the plane was emptier than before.
“Where is everyone?” I asked, my voice still thick with sleep.
Natasha stretched, her arms raising above her head. “They already headed to the villa. I guess they didn’t want to disturb you.”
I glanced over at Peter, still slouched in his seat, eyes closed, completely knocked out. The soft rise and fall of his chest made him look so peaceful, like the weight of the world wasn’t even a concern. He hadn’t noticed anything either.
Natasha smirked, shrugging. “I felt bad leaving you two alone, so I stayed back.”
I looked between Natasha and Peter, my stomach twisting. “Oh… right,” I muttered, feeling a familiar awkwardness settle over me. My head dropped slightly. It wasn’t the first time I felt like an outsider with these people, but moments like this seemed to make it worse.
Natasha didn’t say anything, but she gave me a look, one that spoke volumes without needing words. Then she moved toward Peter, giving him a nudge. He jolted awake, eyes wide as if he had no idea where he was. “Where is everyone?” he asked, his voice a little too casual.
Natasha repeated the same thing she told me, though this time, there was a teasing edge to her tone. “They left for the villa, but I didn’t want to leave you two sleeping on the plane.”
Peter ran a hand through his messy hair, giving a lazy stretch before standing up. I wondered if I was overthinking things, but Natasha’s earlier look stayed in the back of my mind.
“Alright, let’s catch up,” Peter said, flashing that easygoing smile of his.
As soon as I stepped off the plane, the warm, salty air hit me, carrying the scent of the ocean and sun. Waiting outside was a sleek black car, ready to take us to the villa. Peter led the way, while Natasha shot me an encouraging smile, like she knew exactly what I was thinking but wouldn’t say it out loud.
But once we got in the car, the excitement that had been bubbling inside me during the plane ride started to fizzle. Reality was sinking in, fast. I stared out the window as the scenery blurred by, and that familiar, sinking feeling crept in.
What am I even doing here?
Every part of me was screaming that this was a mistake. I didn’t belong here. These people had made me feel out of place back then—why would now be any different? I had spent so much time trying to distance myself from them, so why was I here now, in the same circle that made me feel like I wasn’t enough?
Was it going to be like this the entire trip? A constant feeling of not fitting in? The idea of spending two months like this, constantly questioning why I came, made my chest tighten.
I imagined stopping the car right there, getting out, and figuring out a way to go home. But how? I came here with them, and I was stuck until they decided to leave. There wasn’t exactly an easy way out.
I sighed, feeling a knot form in my throat as the tears threatened to well up. But I fought them back, forcing myself to take a deep breath. ‘Hold it together,’ I told myself. There was no way I was going to fall apart in front of Peter, Natasha, or anyone else.
I stared out at the horizon, the villa still nowhere in sight, trying to clear the anxious storm swirling inside me. I would just have to figure this out somehow. I always did.
***
When Natasha, Peter, and I finally arrived at the villa, the others had already claimed their rooms. The place was breathtaking—open spaces, stunning ocean views, and a luxurious atmosphere that screamed money. I was almost tempted to be impressed until Sharon appeared, smug as ever, pointing to the far side of the villa.
"Natasha, Peter, your rooms are down the hall," she said with a wave of her hand before turning to me. Without a word or explanation, she just motioned to the other side of the villa, not even bothering to look me in the eye.
I stood there for a second, waiting for...something. Maybe an explanation, a reason for the sudden isolation, but nothing. No one said anything. Natasha gave me a quick, apologetic glance, but even she stayed quiet.
“Guess I'm on my own then.”
I walked in the direction Sharon had pointed, my suitcase bumping against my heels as I made my way down the corridor. The villa was massive, sprawling in all directions, but as I got closer to my room, I noticed how much plainer and utilitarian the space became. The opulence of the rest of the villa seemed to vanish the farther I went.
And then I found it—a small, one-off room that looked like it had been tacked on as an afterthought. My stomach twisted as I stepped inside. It didn’t have the same elegance as the other rooms I’d seen. The furniture was basic, the decor minimal, and there was no sign of the luxury that was displayed on the other side of the villa.
It looked like a remodeled servant’s quarter. I knew the vibe all too well. Being around people like Sharon, I had seen enough servant quarters to know what one looked like, no matter how much they tried to pretty it up.
I stood there for a moment, soaking it all in. There had to be at least one or two other rooms left over in this massive villa, but I wasn’t given one of those. No, this room was chosen specifically for me. The message was loud and clear: *Know your place. *
I set my suitcase down with a sigh, biting back the frustration swelling in my chest. I should have expected this. I knew what I was getting into when I accepted the invite.
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my half-unpacked suitcase, trying to figure out a game plan for the next two months. The thought of spending all that time with these people—people who barely knew me, or worse, remembered me only for what I wasn’t—made my stomach twist. I didn’t want to be ignored the entire trip, but becoming a complete recluse would probably just make things worse. What if they just... left me behind?
The more I thought about it, the more frustrated I got. The walls seemed to inch closer, squeezing the air out of the room. My anxiety gnawed at me from the inside. Was this really worth getting away from my parents?
Before I could spiral any further, a light knock on the doorframe jolted me from my thoughts. I turned to see Natasha standing there with a soft smile and a casual “Hey.”
I forced a smile in return. "Hey," I said, trying to sound less flustered than I felt.
Natasha stepped inside, looking around the room before glancing back at me. “Nice room,” she commented.
I glanced at her, trying to figure out if she was joking. Was she being serious? Because this room—my room—was anything but nice. It was clearly the smallest, most tucked-away space in the entire villa. My little corner of the world, far from everyone else.
“Yeah,” I muttered, not sure what else to say.
“They’re about to get ready for lunch in like two minutes,” Natasha added, a little too breezily, as if she hadn’t noticed how awkward this all felt.
"Okay," I said, figuring that was her cue to leave. But instead of leaving, she sat down on the edge of the bed, her gaze still fixed on me, like she was waiting for something.
I shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what to do next. “Was there… something else?” I asked, hesitantly, trying to figure out what this impromptu visit was really about.
Natasha took a deep breath, still staring me down before stating “Sharon invited you to keep Peter busy.”
I froze for a moment, blinking in disbelief as Natasha’s words settled in. "Wait… what do you mean I was invited to keep Peter busy?"
Natasha’s shifted uncomfortably, avoiding my gaze for a moment before facing me again "Look, it wasn’t meant to be a big deal. Sharon didn’t want things to be awkward, you know? If you didn’t come, there would've been an odd number, and Steve didn’t want to leave Peter behind."
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “So, I was invited to… what? Be Peter’s distraction?”
She shrugged, looking almost apologetic. "Well, it’s not like it’s a bad thing. You two are both nice people, right? It’s not like it was meant to offend you or anything"
I stared at her, still trying to process this. Peter? Then it hit me.
"What about Clementine?" I asked, my curiosity spiking. Last I heard, she and Peter were still together. Sure, she hadn’t been on the plane, but I figured maybe she was meeting up with us later. They were inseparable, after all.
Natasha shrugged again, but there was something uneasy in her eyes this time. "I don’t know. Sharon thinks they broke up, but…"
"But?" I pressed, sensing there was more to it.
She sighed, glancing away. "Clementine kind of just… disappeared. She stopped coming around, and Peter stopped talking about her. It’s weird, though. I don’t think anyone really knows what happened."
The room suddenly felt colder, and the walls seemed to close in again. Clementine disappeared? And now I was supposed to… what? Be Peter's distraction? None of this made sense, and yet, it felt like I was being pulled into something I wasn’t ready for.
I stared at Natasha, my mind spinning as she casually shrugged off the fact that Clementine had just disappeared. Clementine wasn’t the kind of girl to just vanish without a trace. She was... put together. Confident, smart, driven. The kind of girl who had her entire life mapped out from the moment she could walk.
Clementine had been a scholarship kid, just like me, but that’s where our similarities ended. She had that type of grace and poise that people like me only dreamed of. I remember seeing her around campus, always looking so polished, so in control, even though she came from a background as modest as mine. She had Peter wrapped around her finger—he adored her. At least, that’s what I’d always thought. They were practically inseparable.
The last time I heard anything about her, she was starting some fancy job after graduation, and Peter was supposedly gearing up to propose. That’s what people like Clementine did. She climbed the ladder, no matter where she came from, and she always seemed to have everything fall perfectly into place.
I couldn't wrap my head around this. How did she go from being Peter’s "forever" to just... disappearing? And now *I* was here? Supposed to "keep Peter busy" like some sort of replacement? None of this was making any sense.
Natasha’s voice brought me back to the moment. "Yeah, it was weird, right?" she continued, leaning back casually. "Peter just stopped mentioning her, like she never existed. He’s been pretty chill about the whole thing. But Sharon thinks they broke up, and... I don’t know, maybe she’s right. Maybe that’s why you’re here."
I shook my head, trying to process. "Clementine wouldn’t just disappear. She wasn’t like that. She had a plan, she was going to—"
Natasha cut me off. "Well, plans change, right? Maybe she wasn’t as perfect as you think. People always hide stuff. Maybe Peter saw something in her that no one else did."
The idea didn’t sit right with me. Clementine always seemed untouchable, like she had everything figured out. Now, she was just… gone. And here I was, caught in some ridiculous plan to "keep Peter busy."
I started gearing up to confront Sharon, but Natasha quickly stepped in front of me, stopping me before I could make it to the door.
"Where do you think you're going?" she asked, her voice edged with concern.
"I just want to have a little chat with Sharon," I replied, trying to sidestep her. But Natasha moved again, blocking me. She lowered her voice, clearly not wanting to make a scene.
"You're being ridiculous. Just calm down and think about this." Her eyes darted around nervously. "This is supposed to be a vacation. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. You could still enjoy yourself, Kiwi."
I paused and turned to face her, frustration bubbling up. "That was always the plan, but why did you have to tell me about Sharon’s little setup with Peter?" I tried to keep my voice steady, but it was sharp.
"I was just giving you a heads up," Natasha said softly, her eyes pleading.
I sighed, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on me. But I couldn’t just let it go. Without saying another word, I turned and marched toward Sharon and Steve’s room, Natasha trailing behind me, still begging me to think it through.
When I reached the door, I didn’t hesitate—I slammed it open. There, on top of Steve, was Sharon, practically tangled up with him. She scrambled off him the second she saw me, her face flushed. Steve, on the other hand, just stayed where he was, smirking like the whole thing was a joke to him.
"What the hell is your problem?" Sharon snapped, straightening out her clothes.
I didn’t flinch. "I want to go home."
I thought about calling her out right then and there, exposing the whole plan about setting me up with Peter. But I couldn’t do that—not without throwing Natasha under the bus. As much as I was irritated with her, I wasn’t ready to burn that bridge. So I kept it simple.
"This whole trip has been uncomfortable for me since I got on the plane. If it’s going to be like this for a whole months I don’t want to stay."
Sharon's expression shifted, her irritation melting into a smirk. "Sure, whatever."
Just as I was about to turn and leave, Steve’s deep voice cut through the air. "No."
I froze, watching as Steve got up from the bed, his frame towering over me. It was then that I realized how much bigger he was compared to me. He took a step closer, his eyes locked on mine.
"Why not?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Steve gave me a cold, calculated smile. "The itinerary is already set, Kiwi. We can’t just change everything around because one person is feeling a little uncomfortable."
I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. "I’ll pay you back," I offered, even though I knew it was a desperate move.
Steve laughed, a low, mocking sound. "You have over a hundred grand to pay back?"
My stomach dropped as he kept going. "I heard you were working at some factory for, what, twenty bucks an hour? I’m guessing since you suddenly had time for this trip, you lost that gig, huh?"
I could feel my face flushing as I tried to think of a way out. "I don’t need a private jet home," I said quietly. "Just a ride and an economy seat. I’ll figure it out."
Steve shook his head, stepping even closer. "You still owe me for your part of the trip," he said, his voice cold and final.
The reality of the situation hit me like a punch to the gut. I was trapped, and Steve was making damn sure I knew it.
Steve’s eyes softened as he stood in front of me, his posture relaxed, like he was trying to show he wasn’t a threat. He moved to block my way, but not in an intimidating way—it felt more like he was trying to keep me from making a mistake.
“You’re upset,” he said, his voice gentler now, almost coaxing. “I get it, Kiwi, I really do. But leaving right now? That’s not what you really want.”
I frowned, crossing my arms, my defenses already up. “I’m uncomfortable, Steve. Why would I stay?”
He sighed softly, brushing a hand through his tousled blonde hair. “Look, I get that things have been a little weird, but think about it. Going back home, what’s waiting for you there? Things weren’t exactly great, were they?”
I blinked, surprised by his words. It was vague, but it still struck a nerve. My chest tightened at the reminder of how suffocating life at home had been.
Steve stepped closer, but there was no malice in his movements. If anything, his presence felt like it was wrapping around me, enveloping me in something familiar yet foreign.
“Why rush back to all that?” he asked, his voice low, almost tender. “You’ve got a chance here to take a break, to really breathe.”
I swallowed hard, trying to maintain my composure. He wasn’t exactly wrong. I hadn’t been thrilled about the idea of going back to my parents’ house—being treated like I’d failed, like I was just in the way.
“That’s not the point,” I muttered, my voice not as strong as I wanted it to be. “I didn’t come here to feel like an outsider.”
Steve’s expression shifted, softening even more. He moved closer, but not threateningly—just enough to let me know he was serious. “You don’t have to. No one here is against you, Kiwi. You’ve got space here to be free, to enjoy yourself. You’re not stuck.”
His words, smooth and almost too perfect, started to chip away at my defenses. He wasn’t wrong. There was a kind of freedom here that I didn’t have back home. No hovering parents, no endless job hunt. Just sun, sand, and a chance to let go of the chaos.
“I just want you to give it a shot,” Steve continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “If, after a week, you still feel like this… I’ll make sure you get home. Personally. But for now, just relax. Let yourself enjoy it.”
I hesitated, my mind a tug-of-war between the stress and frustration that had been building and the calm that Steve was offering. He seemed so reasonable, so understanding. Was I just being paranoid? Maybe I needed to take a step back and see if things improved.
“Alright,” I said finally, my voice soft. “I’ll stay. But just for a week.”
A slow smile spread across Steve’s face, his satisfaction clear, though he tried to hide it behind his cool demeanor. “Good. I knew you’d see things my way.”
He stepped back, giving me space, and for a moment, I felt the weight lift just a little. Natasha, who had been quietly watching, caught my eye, but her expression was hard to read. Maybe I wasn’t seeing the full picture. Or maybe I was just overthinking everything.
Am I making the right call? ***
Steve moved me out of the servant’s quarters and into a small, luxury room. It wasn’t anywhere near the others, but it was closer to the pool in the back, so I figured I could make do. At least it didn’t feel like a forgotten corner of the house.
As I unpacked, Natasha stayed with me, folding clothes and organizing things like she was trying to smooth over the mess from earlier.
“I’m sorry,” she said suddenly, breaking the quiet. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye, not entirely sure if I believed her or if she was just trying to stay on good terms. The side-eye I gave her must’ve said enough because she added, “Seriously, Kiwi. I didn’t think it would be such a big deal.”
I sighed, my shoulders relaxing a little. “It’s fine,” I muttered. "Just... don’t spring shit like that on me again."
Natasha nodded, her expression softening. “I promise. I just want you to enjoy the trip. We all do.”
Enjoy the trip. Right. That’s what I kept telling myself. I needed to enjoy myself, no matter what. To hell with everyone else. To hell with Sharon’s power plays and the thinly veiled insults. To hell with my parents, and their endless nagging about how I should’ve been more like Sharon. To hell with all of it.
I glanced around my new room, taking in the sleek design, the comfortable bed, and the view of the pool. This wasn’t so bad. Maybe I could actually breathe for a while. Just focus on enjoying the sun, the beach, the space.
Yeah. Fuck everyone. I was going to make this trip mine.
#Dark Romance#Manipulation#Dubious Consent#Toxic Relationships#Power Dynamics#Emotional Manipulation#Wealth and Control#Forced Proximity#Psychological Abuse#Affection as Control#Loss of Autonomy#Toxic Friendship#Forced Dependency#Pregnancy#Power Imbalance#Slow Burn to Captivity#Male Dominance#Female Submission#Emotional Blackmail#Manipulative Hero#Obsessive Behavior#Physical & Emotional Control#Steve Rogers#dark!steve rogers#dark series#Under The Radar#obsession#yandere#dark steve x reader#dark! steve rogers
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Ninjago out here having a top tier outlook on masculinity, absolutely breaking boundaries and looking good doing it
...and falling directly on their face trying to understand any part of femininity
#like it's so progressive in terms of male friendship#and so very dated when approaching any aspect of female anything#it's the dissonance for me...#ninjago
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Normalize guys that are best friends, who have been through a lot in their friendship and got even closer, cuddling and kissing each other platonically because that's fucking rad.
Same for lady best friends too. Kiss your friends. Cuddle with them. Tell them you love them. Life is too short to be that straight.
#rayrard#frerard#frank iero#mikey way#gerard way#male friendships#female friendships#kpop#emo#frienships#lgbt#platonic#stray kids#what we do in the shadows
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Okay, I don’t think I can put into words how much I need a movie surrounding a teenage female character that has just, nothing to do with romance. Nothing. I want to see a teenage girl discover herself and the importance of female friendship without it being played off as a “girl power!!!!” “BFFs forever!!” Kind of way if you know what I mean. Like, a girl discovering herself without it being after a breakup or something like that. A group of girls just being really crazy silly teenage girls without having fights over boys or gossiping or something like that. I see so much media with male friendships and I can’t explain how much I long for some sort of female equivalent to Dead Poets Society, or The Outsiders or something like that. Something centering around a teenage female character where the central conflict/plot is NOT romance, or gossip. If anyone knows literally any movie or show similar to what I just described, PLEASE tell me. I need a movie like that in my life right now. I just need a sort of movie with female friendships that actually involves ACTUAL DEPTH. Male friendships are so much more of the focus in media, and when it’s female friendships there’s hardly ever any depth at all to me, besides ‘oh no! One talked shit about the other and she might find out!!!’ Or ‘oh no!! They both like the same boy!!!’ No. No gossip, no boys. Just girls having MEANINGFUL friendships and doing crazy things with each other. That’s what I need.
#film#and side note I’m so sick of fandom misogyny#there is no winning for female characters ever I swear#dead poets society#the outsiders#I just need the kind of emotional depth they give to male friendships#Seriously if anyone has any movies like this feel free to tell me
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