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𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎.

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this is a repost from my old blog. original post was 400 notes. formally known as a morning filled with kisses.

pairing(s): draco malfoy x reader

words: 410

warnings/tags: just draco fluff.

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sunday mornings had to be the favourite part to draco’s week. tired after spending the saturday with you at hogsmeade, hands intertwined while feet walk along the pebbled streets, quiet conversations while gazing in the shop windows before cooped in the small café for a hot drink. never a doubt that quick kisses would be stolen in the corner while keeping each other company.

saturday nights returning to his dorm to cuddle underneath the duvet after a tired day spent together. the cold dungeon of the slytherin rooms lost beyond his warm bed and embrace.

waking up the next day, draco was always in his element, a small smile always adorning his face when he notes your arm draped across his torso, head tucked into his bare neck with small but deep breaths only making him pull you closer and closer.

the water of the black lake upon his window would have his eyes trace over the view before inevitably turning to adorn your features in an impatient attempt to let his love rest and hold back from waking you from slumber.

your mouth is open in as heavy breaths scan his skin, sleepy skin looking soft and traceable in the mornings but draco wasn’t sure if it was just because he was in love, but it invites his calloused fingers to run over your shoulder and bare arm anyway.

the tickling feeling awakes you slowly, squirming in his arm with a tired giggle, eyes still closed when draco’s lips adorn your shoulder and collarbone. the sleepy and dazed smile that covers your expression is one draco is able to match when you stretch your aching bones and press a quick kiss to his light stubbled jaw.

“good morning, my love,” draco says, arm tightening to pull you closer into his side – not willing to get up and back to the world just yet, enjoying the quiet and slow mornings together instead.

you hum in reply, your hand wandering to his clothed chest as you tuck into his body once again in hopes to fall back asleep before breakfast, pressing lazy kisses to his neck as draco sighs in contentment.

“have i ever told you how pretty you look?” draco asks as you nearly fall back asleep, a quick smile covering your lips, “every day.” your response allowing draco to close his eyes and rest his head atop of yours, willing himself to fall back asleep, “good, just making sure.”

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𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇. ─ e.m

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this is a repost from my old account. original post was 446 notes.

pairing(s): eddie munson x reader

summary: you and eddie leave hawkin’s behind.

word count: 1000

warnings/tags: an au where eddie survives and his name is cleared, established relationship.

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eddie was clear. the town was bare and defeated, a broken mess with a small population of the citizens remaining to build it back together since the ‘earthquake’ had passed and left behind a tragedy. vecna was finally gone and eddie was able to clear his name. after all the fleeing and hiding from not only cops but angry citizens, and finding out about the upside down, you believed eddie would be able to finally sit down, stop running and rest.

but it was eddie munson. and eddie isn’t one to chill out for too long. or at all for that matter.

one moment you’re walking out the police station, hand intertwined with eddie’s while hopper protectively walks by his side after the successful attempts to prove eddie’s innocence true. the next moment you’re helping eddie pack his things.

he was quick and messy, as always, merely shoving clothes he didn’t care to glance at into the case, lighters and cds following before precious details along his trailer room. eddie’s guitar is last to swing over his shoulder before he nods to the door where you both then leave through.

you left him to say goodbye to his uncle privately, giving him a warm smile when he returns to his truck driver seat and presses a chaste kiss to your lips, excited smile. eddie was suddenly driving you to yours, willing you to grab your belongings and say your goodbyes so you both could, ‘get the hell outta here’ as eddie kept expressing.

from leaving the police station, not even an hour later you were on the road, no plan on driving to god-knows-where, just the two of you spontaneously travelling in hopes of a worthwhile fresh start.

eddie has one hand on the wheel and the other sat upon your thigh comfortingly, your eyes fall upon the ‘leaving hawkins’ sign fleeting past eddie’s side of the window and he scoffs, “come again soon, yeah like hell.”

you watch his happy smile, matching it with your own when you laugh softly, hand landing atop his to squeeze it affectionately, in this together. eddie tears his glance from the road and to send you a quick wink, the life-threatening confessions and dreams shared quietly when your lives were on the line of a long-winded battle were coming true and you found it difficult to fully process.

“did you pack your d and d stuff?” you ask him, breaking the comfortable silence as he weaves through an array of winding roads leading out the town, the rock music he had chosen with the sound low had his fingers tapping your leg in a beat.

eddie smirks, “right at the top of the case, honey. expecting those little suckers to visit me for more campaigning.” his tone is still playful and light and you’ve missed not hearing hesitation or worry whenever he speaks, giving you a sense of solace knowing he’s finally more calm.

sure, it will take a while for him to recover, slowly but surely his nightmares and concerns will seize and become controlled but you were more than willing to aid him through it. you both have trauma from the upside down world haunting hawkin’s but fleeing the town to be a team, a couple of young adults excited for a spontaneous life ahead of them, you knew you and eddie will be okay.

your boyfriend’s fingers fumble so his hand is now encasing yours, his metal-clad thumb flicking the back of your hand softly while his hand atop the steering wheel now taps along to the new song, him humming alongside it. you couldn’t tear your arms away from him, a sense of peace filling your senses, in a state to feel safe you thought you’d never be able to find again.

“so,” eddie starts, glancing at you with a smile while squeezing your hand, “what’s on the agenda for these next few hours? besides staring at my face the whole trip, of course.” his grin turns smug, lines curving around his lips as he turns with a glint in his eyes when you shake your head amusingly.

your fingers trace over the tattoos on his forearm as you pretend to think, “hmm, let’s see..” you lean across the console to press a quick but firm kiss to your boyfriend’s cheek which blushes from the contact, “kissing you is second.”

“oh yeah? okay, okay. that sounds great to me.” eddie says, trying to contain his wide grin. his face scrunches when you plant more kisses across his face which collects you both into laughter when you sit back in your seat, hands still intertwined on your lap.

“talking about the future is a third, i believe,” you continue and eddie nods, grin never fading, “always a favourite in my books.”

your eyes dance across his features for a moment more, taking in his peaceful nature and falling into a less playful state when you speak again, “eddie?”. his hand squeezes yours, his grin turning into a fond lip tug as he flicks his blinker on to turn a corner.

“yeah, doll?”

his gaze remains on the road as uses his open palm across the wheel to turn the car with ease and he almost misses how quietly you say, “i’m happy.” you watch as his expression turns, frowning emotionally at your comment and glancing in your direction when the truck is on a steady path. “yeah? you promise?”.

“i am. you make me very happy.” the words hit him hard and eddie brings your joined hands up to press tender kisses upon your skin gratefully while humming appreciatively from baring such feelings. the touches to your skin so soft and kind.

after a few beats of silence, eddie finds it in himself to reply, feeling more than ready and a clear mind of what’s to come.

“i love you, doll. you make me so happy and we will have a good life together. i’ll make sure of it.”

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3rd times a charm i passed my driving theory test finally!

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𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐃 ─ j.m

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⭑ ttpd collection!

pairing(s): jj maybank x kook!female!reader

summary: two people who start off on bad terms but find themselves irresistibly drawn to each other, eventually overcoming their initial animosity.

words: 2108

warnings/tags: female!reader, kook!reader, violence, mentions of jj’s alcoholic dad, cigarette use, r goes to gym but does not imply their figure in the slightest! this based off s1/s2 jj so no spoilers included.

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“are you kidding? you would date y/n given the chance?” jj furrows his eyebrows and lets out an exasperated laugh at pope’s confession, what was originally a conversation where they say who they find attractive in outer banks.

pope looks just as confused from the opposing side, “one hundred percent, have you seen y/n?”. jj sits up off the sand, dusting off his hair as he responds, “she’s a kook! we don’t mix with kooks, pope.”

“i was just saying she was pretty, you didn’t need to-”

“a person could look like thor for all i care, but if they’re a kook nothing’s happening, i’m not fraternising with the enemy,” jj interrupts his friends mumbling from beside him and jj turns to look away from the water and to his friend hiding his face underneath a baseball cap in order to keep the sun at bay.

when pope doesn’t respond, jj tips the bill of the cap to look at him properly, “you hear me?” pope smacks the pointed finger jj has aimed, he can see in his peripheral vision that john b, sarah, and kiara are returning with the coolers as promised.

“all i heard was you implying that you find the god of thunder attractive.”

jj shakes his head, ignoring pope and greeting the returning group, “why did you two get to chill while we lugged all this down?” kiara groans while they drop the boxes as both boys look curiously into the coolers.

“i’m excited for tonight,” says sarah, tucking under john b’s arm while they join the boys on the sand. jj grunts, laying back down and tipping his sunglasses over his aching eyes, “it’s gonna be kook central.”

pope nudges him, nodding towards sarah and jj shrugs, “what? it is…”

the group had planned a couple extra hours on the beach before the party arrived, sitting with cold drinks and the last of the rays as the sun set the mood. jj wasn’t going to go, bail for it before people arrived but kiara already lectured him on doing so.

and before jj knew it, the space was full of bustling teenagers and music blaring through speakers. now and again, crowds came and went, each member of the group went to refill drinks or talk to someone but jj stayed put, staring at the now blistering fire keeping him warm, sunglasses perched atop his blonde strands.

his eyes were closed, elbows keeping him up as he lets his head drop back to face the sky. he had been extra put out from his dads drunken antics recently, unsure the last time he set eyes on his dad sober so it was nice having these moments of serenity.

but his peace was quickly ruined by pope’s, “oh god.” jj opens his eyes, looking at his friend, “what?” but pope is staring behind jj and when he follows his gaze it lands on you.

jj knew pope was right from earlier, he had eyes. but he wish he didn’t think just how pretty you looked in that moment. pope audibly gulps as you approach with sarah’s arm linking through yours, laughing bubbling between you both.

he sits up fully, taking a swig of his drink when your eyes fall upon his and your smile drops, “oh.” everyone in the group looks to jj who glances up and down your frame, fighting it off with a quick, “i’m not thrilled either.”

���’not thrilled’ is a nice way to put it, maybank.”

jj’s lips threaten to quip a smile but he just nods while holding his stoic expression, “why are you over here? saw more people having a nice time and though to come ruin it?” he ignores john b and sarah’s cautious gaze as you shake your head dismissively at his reply.

“i’ll catch up with you later, sarah,” you tap her arm, waving bye to the others, a now sweating-pope pathetically replying, ‘nice to see you!’

jj knew it was coming, but still flinches when sarah smacks his arm, “okay, my brother i get but y/n? you can’t just be rude for the sake of it, jj.” he only shrugs, fumbling a cigarette between his lips.

however, before he can even flick open his lighter and inhale the puff of smoke, an all-too-familiar voice cuts in, as if hearing sarah mentioning him and spawning from nowhere, “well, look what the shore dragged in.”

he’s accompanied with a few friends, drink in hand and hair tousled. sarah sighs, moving away from jj and sitting next to john b who looks from his friend and to rafe, “leave us, man.”

“where’s the fun in that? am i not allowed to talk to my sister?” rafe’s voice is teasing, and jj can feel his blood already boiling so he quickly lights his cigarette. this time sarah perks up, “go away, rafe.”

“hey jj,” rafe says after jj exhales a long puff of smoke, he refuses to look, to interact. because whenever he does, his friends get annoyed at him. but rafe continues, “i saw your dad the other day.”

the air thickens, jj pulling the cigarette between his fingers while glancing at the kook, his eyes angry and sending warning signals. he hasn’t seen his dad in over a week, so he can only imagine what rafe will have seen.

with this comment, you appear. jj watches as you grab rafe’s arm and attempt to tug him away, sarah standing up to grab his other arm. “i was passing the liquor store and saw the cashier running after some deadbeat alcoholic with as many bottles of alcohol he could hold.”

he laughs, his friends joining in and jj shrugs off kiara’s hand upon his shoulder as john b continuously says, ‘drop it.’ rafe is staring into jj’s soul and while he knows he just wants a reaction from the pogue, jj is more than happy to give him that satisfaction.

“i’ve never seen such a lost cause in my life. like father like son, am i right?”

jj stands, but before he can make a run to the kook, you suddenly slap rafe across the face and the now forming crowd gasp, rafe turning to look at you, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“we could all say a lot about your father – i’m sorry sarah – but we don’t!” your words enrage rafe who shoves your hand from his arm and pope and john b now stand up. “you’re pathetic! you’re always trying to push their buttons, let it go! you’re obsessed with them!”

in a flash, both jj’s friends are holding rafe back as he attempts to jump forward, but jj is staring at you in shock. rafe and his friends are pulled to the side, arguing with john b and pope while kiara asks jj if he’s okay.

“yeah.” you’re staring at each other, your gaze small under his as he’s confused what to say or do in that moment. “i’m sorry, sarah,” you repeat, more firmly and meaningful as the blonde shakes her head dismissively, “he was out of line, i get it.”

words are lodged in his throat. sure, his friends cared for him but he’s never experienced anything like that. anyone defending him the way you did, and despite the shouting from rafe at the other side, jj can’t break his gaze from yours.

but then you turn, quickly walking away. and before he can move, you’re collecting your bag from the ground and running off.

somehow, the following day, john b convinces jj to go to the gym. he stares at the building through tired, sleepless eyes. he would rather be surfing at the beach but his pogue friend insisted on working the machines together so he reluctantly follows.

when he picked jj up, the boy was quick to dismiss the ‘you okay, man?’ comment with a quick nod and change of subject. but all he kept going back to was you. he was confused not only by your actions but his feelings.

the whole night he didn’t sleep, replaying the scenario in his head. a kook would never defend a pogue like that, except sarah. but you, who bickered with jj anytime you were in the same vicinity, was the first to defend him the moment rafe mentioned his dad.

he can picture you in that moment, the constant image of your facial features usually calm now fuelled with anger as you responded to the most wasteful piece of kook jj had ever interacted with.

you were pretty.

“four sets each?” john b asks, resting his water to the side, while sitting on one of the machines, and jj nods unamused, standing beside the machine until his friend finishes his first set.

however, his eyes wander, john b’s outward counting slowly dissipating in jj’s focus as he hears a familiar voice. you’re standing with a friend, laughing and talking in gym gear. you must have finished working out, jj thinks, shoulder shining with some sweat and you were panting slightly.

“jj?” he’s snapped out his trance and turns back to john b who laughs, “i said, same weight?” and jj nods, forcing himself to switch with him and do a set of his own. when his set finishes he stares again, and again after the next, then again when they move machine.

“you look like a creep in the gym staring at her,” says john b, using the bicep curl, “oh wait, you are.” you’re still talking to your friend and jj doesn’t tear his eyes from you as he tells his friend to shut up.

once jj finishes his next set he’s taking in your frame, hardly moving out of the way for john b to use the machine who rolls his eyes and mutters, “down bad.” all it took was a girl he previously declared enemies to defend him and jj was immediately head over heels.

“let’s go to this machine, and you go first,” john b suggests, leading them to a machine away from you so jj can focus for a moment. once jj starts working out, john b is tutting, “you know, pope would kill you if he found out.”

but jj who is pulling faces during his shoulder press huffs out a quick, “found out what?” but the other pogue just lets out a small, “oh no,” while jj finishes his set. “what?” he asks confused but john b is glancing to the side before letting out a happy, “hey, y/n.”

jj stands quickly, squeezing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose while his back is facing you as you greet john b before he turns around with a quick, “hey.” your eyebrows flicker, looking towards him, this time instead of mutual friction, it’s a nice, friendly gaze.

“hi, jj.” you respond, somehow shyly. which jj doesn’t understand since he saw you shouting last night at rafe. john b is watching you both through side glances and before jj can talk you are, “listen, about last night-”

before you can continue, he interjects, “no, uh- thanks for what you did, i guess. i could’ve just punched him but you got a hell of a slap on you.” it’s the first time jj has been nice to you and you smile slightly, “well, he deserved it.”

you bid goodbye and start to head towards the exit, john b thinks nothing of it, turning back to the machine and starting his set. jj watches as you continue walking and before he knows it he’s running in that direction, “c’mon!” he can hear john b exasperated statement.

you turn at the thudding of his feet and eyes widen as you stop walking, turning around to face him, “jj?” he’s smiling, head tilted slightly as he tries to find the words he needs, “can i take you out for dinner sometime?”

“dinner?” you ask, a hint of a smile threatening the corners of your lips as you stare up at the blonde boy, who smugly shrugs, “you know, as a thank you. for being my hero.”

it’s teasing, back to the jj you know, except it’s not laced with rudeness but flirty notes. “as a thank you…” you trail off knowingly, this time smiling as you finish with a quick, “sure. you can get my number from sarah.”

john b watches the interaction and a smug jj jogging back over while you walk out the gym. he shakes his head knowingly, “pope will kill you.” jj sits on the vacant machine aside john b now awaiting his next set as he only shrugs, “i don’t care.”

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𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄.

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this is a repost from my old blog. original post was 594 notes.

pairing(s): steve harrington x eddie munson x reader

words: 1423

warnings/tags: polyamorous relationship, steve being confident + eddie being shy.

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“what time is it, rob?” steve breaks his conversation with eddie across the counter and to robin who watches unamused behind them. glancing at the clock on the wall she leans against, she replies, “three minutes to eleven.”

the time you always dropped by to see your friends at work and rent a movie for later the same day.

“shit!” steve answers, whipping his head around to confirm the time before looking back to eddie, “we only have a few minutes.” eddie’s eyes are wide and worried, fingers playing with his rings, “okay-uh, um—” steve watches the metalhead expectantly while robin scoffs at their worried states, “you’re both idiots.”

she pushes herself off the wall and walks away from the counter, opting to fix the display by the window instead of looking at her friend’s freaked out states. “i just don’t want to freak y/n out, it’s both of us asking,” eddie continues, both boys ignoring robin as they focus on the last couple of minutes they have to get themselves sorted.

“if we just explain that—” eddie interrupts steve, “you explain,” his eyes still wide and large while steve narrows his own slightly, “—i’ll explain that we both like y/n and would like to take them on a date? it doesn’t have to be weird or over-explained then y/n might get a bit freaked.”

“okay.”

“okay, then what will you do, man?” steve asks eddie, causing the boy to sweat at the thought. he’d never asked someone out before, he never tended to like anyone enough. yet, here he was about to ask you out with steve harrington, the former ladies’ man himself.

eddie didn’t know if that made it more easier or harder.

before he can reply, robin’s perking up by the window, “incoming!”. they both look over as she stands up from her spot and sends a wave outside, “calm down munson, you look like a tomato,” steve ushers eddie as they both look to the front door.

steve stands straight, fixing his work vest and running his hands through his hair to perfect it for you coming in, eddie just stands frozen and gulping nervously. you walk in, brightest smile on your face with a hint of shock when your eyes land on eddie.

steve grins towards you as you wave at them both, greeting robin first. steve looks back to eddie, who just gapes and steve can see the drop of sweat by the poor boy’s temple, leaning his arm across the counter steve’s hand smacks eddie’s shoulder, shaking him out his state.

by the time steve looks back, you’re approaching them with a small brown paper bag. “hey, darling,” steve starts, a deep gaze settled on your face as you smile back at him, “hi, steve.” your voice is quiet, and slightly shy despite being friends with him for years. the gaze of the two boys at once makes you a bit flustered.

you turn to eddie, “and hi eddie, i didn’t know you’d be here!” expecting his usual flirty and confident self but only to be met with scared eyes and pursed lips. steve chuckles airily, trying to subtly nudge eddie from his spot.

“the movie he wanted to rent is out of stock,” steve tries to play it off, a playful scoff added and you only nod a little warily while eddie furrows his eyebrows. you lean against the counter slightly, facing steve while eddie snaps his head around to look at steve who nods at him, a little ‘get it together’ glare before turning back to you, “did you bring what i think you brought?”.

you laugh along with him and eddie feels his stomach flip at the sound, you nod while opening the brown paper bag, “sure is. i brought robin some banana bread and i got you a blueberry muffin.”

“my favourite,” steve muses, elbow on the counter as his hand holds his chin, eyes only gleaming towards you. you look up at the boy beside you who looks between you both, “i’m sorry eddie, if i knew you were here i would have brought you something too."

eddie takes a second while both you and steve look at him. finally, he clears his throat before turning to face the counter and sending you a small yet noticeable smile, “that’s okay, don’t worry about it.”

you both smile at one another happily and you get light-headed before looking down to the brown paper bag, occupying yourself with scrunching up the top of it to close it back over firmly. steve speaks, lifting his chin from his hand, “we actually have something we want to talk to you about.”

your eyes widen ever so slightly, but they can both see the slight nerves that edge your expression at the statement. eddie freaks out slightly running his hands over his sweaty forehead to fix his fringe, “aww man,” he mutters anxiously to himself.

“well it’s more of a question for you,” steve continues, trying to keep his composure for the sake of both of you, ignoring his sweaty palms or the growing nervous ball at the back of his throat. “okay,” is all you reply to him, patient but anxiously waiting.

steve looks to eddie for confirmation to continue, who sends him a little nod while scrunching his face up, feet tapping the floor which only makes you more worried. “would you like to go on a date?” he finally asks and you look to eddie before back to steve, a little confused, “what-? both of you?” you ask in almost a whisper.

eddie analyses your expression while his leg bounces and steve chuckles, half nerves half over how cute you were, “yeah-uh, listen… we both really like you, right eddie—?” steve cuts himself off to gesture to eddie who only frantically nods with a rambled, “right, right. of course. hell yeah.”

“—you gotta calm down man,” steve side-tracks, “yeah, got it. totally.” “—we both really like you and didn’t want to cause some tension in the group if one of us were to date you so we had a little talk,” steve was good at explaining, both you and eddie thought, and you felt calmer already.

however, the thought of dating both eddie and steve together was furiously nerve-wracking and overwhelming yet inviting and chaotic, you had to admit.

“you b-both like me?” you ask in disbelief, steve’s eyes furrowing as he grimaces in his own returned disbelief, “are you kidding?” eddie waves his hands while he responds, “course we do! you’re amazing.”

you drop the bag of treats onto the counter and go to cover your face. it’s overwhelming, and you can feel both of the boy’s gazes on you as you do so. you hesitantly pull back and they’re awfully patient despite nervously awaiting an answer from you.

with a sharp inhale, you muster up the small amount of courage to say, “i-i do have a crush on you both, both of you.” steve nods comfortingly a little lopsided smile while eddie looks positively beaming from the answer.

you’re too cute to them, and eddie leans down to kiss your cheek affectionately as he wilds at the fact you’re agreeing to going on a date with them both. “why don’t you take eddie with you to go pick a movie and i’ll pick you both up at seven tonight to watch it at my house?” steve nods to the sections at his right and you nod giddily.

eddie reaches over for your hand and you pretend you can’t feel the warmth and slight clamminess of his palm while he guides you towards the horror section with a small, “just to let you know, chocolate muffins are my favourite.”

steve watches with a fond smile as you walk away, thankful the shop is as quiet as always since he can distractedly watch you both. a small, crumpled sheet of paper hits the side of his head and steve pulls himself away from his reverie as robin walks over with old display posters.

she’s shaking her head at him, throwing them against the counter before reaching for the paper bag and taking her own bakery treat out. “told you both, you’re idiots,” robin continues through a mouthful of bread, both her and steve looking towards you and eddie as the previous shyness slowly dissipated between you both.

maybe they were idiots, but they had a date with you, and that’s all steve could focus on right now.

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𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐌!𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑.

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original post was 863 notes.

pairing(s): tasm!peter parker x reader

words: 902

warnings/tags: high school sweetheart vibes, dares.

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“we’re helping you out,” is what your friends had said, a bored lunch game of truth and dare took a step too far, at the expense of you and your crush. lunch was nearing an end, the bell soon to ring and dignify the start of classes, or as you knew peter had, a free period.

you had spent too much time stalling. ever since they had dared you to kiss him you sat in your seat in the cafeteria, staring at the poor boy whose head was too stuck in his book and drinking the strawberry milk from the small carton to even notice.

you had met him on the first day of middle school and ended up in the same high school, your long-term crush. it felt like a book in itself, getting to go to the same school as the boy you fell for, but beside the small talk and smiles in the hall, you were too shy to do anything.

“he’s getting up, you need to do it now.” you cover your eyes while shaking your head, turning away as he picks his head up to stuff his book back in his bag and politely clear up the table, sending the dinner lady a quick wave.

“i can’t, he’ll think i’m crazy,” you state, whisper-shouting beneath your hands. one of your friends grip your forearm with a shake to pull your hold away, “i’m so sure he likes you too,” you tut in disapproval while sitting back.

you lock eyes with him, he’s swinging his bag over his shoulder and pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. peter smiles as he passes, a nice nod sent in your direction which is already enough to make you weak in the knees.

“i can’t kiss him in front of the school,” you say after he passes. your friends groan in disagreement, guiding you off the seat and ushering your bag over your shoulder as they force you out the dinner hall and through the corridors leading to peter’s locker.

by the time you make it there, he’s punching in his numbers to open the door, swinging it to reveal the little movie stumps and band stickers across the inside. with another push, your friends nudge you forward, hiding behind the corner wall to peek over as you finally walk towards him.

you feel speechless, knowing what you’re about to do, and instead of talking, you anxiously tap his shoulder while he moves textbooks from his bag and into the locker. collecting his skateboard from inside, his curious glance turns into a soft smile when he notices you. 

“oh hey, y/n. what’s up?” peter asks, turning his body to face you while slamming his locker shut. instead of replying, with the last smidgen of confidence slowly fizzling, you hold onto the scruff of his jacket while leaning up to kiss him.

as you push into him, the nervous movement of your lips faltering against peter’s, his back is pressed against the locker while his widened eyes quickly close to the feeling. you hear the sound of his skateboard hit the floor beneath you before his hands cup your face, his lips responding against yours.

his skateboard could be rolling away now, but peter doesn’t care as he revels in the feeling of your lips against his. turning into a needy makeout, unable to tear away from each other, if peter didn’t have a hold of your face, you were sure you would be falling to the ground.

you don’t know how long it goes on for, time stopping for a moment from the intensity of a spark between you both through the kiss. but the screeching sound of the bell causes you to pull back, lifting your eyelids to see a flushed peter who keeps his eyes shut for a moment longer.

but once they do, his brown eyes gazing into yours, you feel the embarrassment course through you. people start to flood the halls, your bodies moving so your still questionably close and his arms fall to his side after a squeeze to your jaw.

“you don’t know how many times i’ve actually dreamed of that,” peter admits lowly to you, awaiting the giggle from your lips before chuckling fondly himself. your head falls into his chest in a means to hide your face, his body vibrating in laughter lost in the chatter of students around.

“i’ve never seen you so bold before,” peter continues, into your ear as a means of teasing you further. therefore, you pull away with a guilty expression looking back at hm, “my friends made me do it, because i’ve always had this massive crush on you.”

you fail to notice the prideful glint in peter’s eyes at the mention of being your crush, something he’s willing to discuss later, on a date perhaps. “well, let’s keep giving them what they want, yeah?” peter murmurs quietly, a small ‘hmm?’ emitting from your throat which is broken when peter’s fingers force your chin to face him once again. this time your shocked at the feeling of peter’s lips against yours, a quick kiss settled to your mouth. much smaller due to the crowd of people walking past, but enough for your eyes to follow peter’s frame as he walks away with a wink, leaning down for his skateboard while promising to discuss it later.

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thank you for the love on my most recent hwang jun ho headcanon!

i have just created a playlist for him which i do with all my characters you can find it below <33

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Your Illari x reader thing was AMAZING, and since I couldn’t find anything that said you weren’t taking requests rn, I was wondering if perhaps you could do some Illari x reader headcanons where the reader’s kinda like Juno, but instead of being born on Mars, they were born on NepTUNE 💔

sorry for the anon request, literally every action i ever make is embarrassing 🙏🙏

𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐍𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄!𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑.

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pairing(s): illari x reader

words: 604

warnings/tags: meeting illari.

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➵ you would be recruited as a new member of overwatch, your colony originally sending out a distress signal in which the group respond to immediately.

➵ since neptune is the furthest planet from the sun, illari felt majorly out of depth entering the colony with the other healers by her side – her eyes looking around astonished until they land on you.

➵ illari is immediately entranced, and doesn’t realised the solar power she wields is in effect until a glow rests upon your skin and you’re turning to look at her. it’s an emotional affect you almost instantly have on her.

➵ before you can approach her, another member of the team pulls you away into conversation and illari believes that’s it until you’re joining them on the spaceship back to earth.

➵ you were recruited once they found out about your knowledge of advanced technology in neptune which could majorly benefit the organisation.

➵ the moment you enter, illari lets her emotions get the better of her and the light is transmitting from her back and hands and she’s sure her hair is turning yellow. neptune is dark and you have only ever seen light very faintly so your eyes catch hers easily.

➵ she’s sitting alone when you first approach, standing in front of her you are slightly narrowing your eyes from the bright light but it doesn’t scare you off.

➵ “your- you’re light,” you start off, unsure but soft tone as you sit next to her and illari nods, more speechless that you’ve spoken to her than anything else, “I’m sorry.”

➵ you’re rushing in reply at her apology, “oh no, it’s not a bad thing! quite beautiful actually, I’m just not used to it.”

➵ illari’s light brightens unconsciously and she watches you wince and turn your head, “do you need a moment? I can tell you can’t control it sometimes.”

➵ but illari doesn’t want you to leave her, rushing out a short, “no.” while taking deep breaths and closing her eyes to hopefully soften her light. it can be overwhelming for a lot of people, she can only imagine how you felt coming from a planet of mostly darkness.

➵ “were you born with this ability?” its curious and gentle, as if you don’t want to poke or prod but you ask out of genuine curiosity. But you feel bad when her face drops.

➵ with a shake of her head she replies, “no. no I wasn’t. my people thought they could wield the sun’s core to save us but… it didn’t end well.”

➵ your expression isn’t seen by illari, who’s gaze watches her hands slowly dropping light at the confession, heavy guilt she carried most days from losing her people from the energy consuming everything.

➵ then your hand comes into view, illari watching it nervously as it falls into her warm palm, your cold fingers gently intertwining with hers, “I think you’re brave.”

➵ illari turns to look at you, her eyes gleaming from your words and lets out a deprecating huff, her palm warming against yours, “no. I’m not.”

➵ “you didn’t ask for the power but it happened and now you’re using it for doing good. that’s brave.” Your words hit illari, looking down to your joined hands when you squeeze hers assuring before she looks back at you with a smile.

➵ she wasn’t sure what you brought just yet but was excited to see it happen before her eyes. the moment between you both an initial connection.

➵ you had never been away from neptune before but you were far from nervous as you had found the light you had been searching for, holding your hand beside you.

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you always go above and beyond my expectations ( which are insanely high as it is ) i'm critically unwell and need him

𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩 — send in any character from my masterlist + a prompt from one of the lists ( fluff , angst , smut ) for a blurb.

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜ with babygirl daryl dixon <33

── .✦  𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 ┆ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ; you see daryl smile for the first time in a while.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; daryl dixon x reader , alexandria era, just lots of fluff.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ; 1.5k .ᐟ

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ; this was only supposed to be a lil blurb but i got carried away writing for my scrumdidlyumpcious mans *sighs dreamily*

you were sitting alone on the front porch as the rest of alexandria slept soundlessly around you. the air was warm against your skin with only the slightest breeze. it was the perfect night to sit under the stars and just let yourself breathe for once.

though, the small moment of peace is interrupted when you hear footsteps coming up behind you. they were soft against the wood, yet making it creak beneath them, and you don’t need to turn to know who it was.

daryl slowly sat down beside you, sinking onto the step you were on, and leaning his head against the pillar behind him. he looked tired, more tired than usual. dark circles encapsulated his otherwise icy blue eyes, and there was a slumpiness to his shoulders.

"can't sleep?" you tilt your head to the side slightly, turning so that you too were leaning against a pillar now and facing him onward.

“nah,” he murmured, his drawl thick and heavy with exhaustion. it was clear that something was weighing down on him. perhaps the same thing that had even been disrupting his sleep.

you give it a moment to see if he would tell you what was wrong on his own accord, but this was daryl, and he wasn't one to talk about his feelings or express his troubles without prompting. he rarely spoke much anymore as it was, not compared to how he used to anyway.

watching as his gaze pans off to your surroundings, taking in the other houses along the street and the trees that were rustling in the wind, you can’t help but wonder what’s got him so stuck in his head. there was a clear distance in his eyes that you had only ever seen a few times before, but there was no telling what could be the cause of it.

eventually, you gently nudge his leg with your foot to get his attention, "what’s going on in that big ole head'o yours? and don't tell me it’s 'nothing'."

daryl’s eyes flickered towards you as you nudged his leg, as if being pulled back to reality for a brief moment. he looked away again, the darkness outside seeming to be easier to focus on than actually having to talk. he knew it was only because you cared and he, of course, didn’t want to worry you. you already worried about him enough as it was.

“it’s just…” he begins after a few moments, but stops, shaking his head. it was clear by the tension in his jaw that he was really bothered by whatever it was.

"hey, you can talk to me." you say, offering him solace for his thoughts.

he glances over at you, seeing the genuine concern in your eyes. he knew he wouldn’t be able to avoid telling you, not when he knew how stubborn you could be and that you probably wouldn’t leave him alone until he gave you some sort of an explanation. he takes a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts into words before responding.

“it’s just… it’s been a lot,” he finally mutters, his voice low and gruff in the air.

you sit forward now, no longer leaning on the pillar behind you as you rest your hands in your lap, "what has?"

he rubs a hand over his face, frustrated, though not at you. never at you. his shoulders slump a bit more and it makes him look even more exhausted. “everything,” he answers after a short pause, the word simple enough, but you knew well enough that he wasn’t talking about just his tired state. he shakes his head, looking back out towards the small settlement, not really focusing on anything in particular. “jus’ feelin’ a bit… weighed down lately. i guess.”

you nod along softly as he speaks, taking in his words and letting him know that you were listening, "is there anything i can do to help?"

he can’t help but feel a swell of warmth in his chest as you offer your assistance. you always cared so much, cared about him. it made his heart feel full for the first time in a while. but he was stubborn, and even now it was difficult for him to admit that he needed support sometimes. the feeling of being a burden loomed over him constantly as that’s what he was accused of being growing up.

he shook his head slightly, still not looking at you, though a small part of him wanted to. “you do enough,” he mumbled.

“daryl, i’m serious. what can i do to help?” you move forward on the step a little, your knees hitting his now. “do you want me to take up some of your runs? will that help make you feel better?”

his brow furrows as you press the question again, his jaw tensing. he felt stuck between letting you help and being his stubborn self that tried to push everything away. though hearing you offer to take up some of his runs, a part of him considered accepting, which surprised even himself.

he was silent for a moment before speaking again in a hushed, gruff voice, the words almost being strained from his mouth, “i don’t… i don’t wanna ask things of you.”

“don’t be silly. i care about you, and i don’t want to see you run yourself into the ground.” you place a hand on his knee and give it a little squeeze. you hated how stubborn he could be, how he always pushed away the help that he clearly so desperately needed. “you do that and then who else am i going to annoy, huh?”

daryl stiffens a bit at the touch of your hand on his knee. it’s unexpected and he could feel the warmth through his jeans. he knew you wanted to help him and he knew you cared, but he was too used to being self-sufficient. yet, there was something about you, something that made him want to let his guard down and accept you. to allow your kindness to seep through the many walls that he’d built over the years.

so, after a short pause, he lets out an exhausted sigh and the faintest smile graces his lips, “mhm, cause i’m the only one that puts up with ya.”

"okay, wow. rude." you scoff a laughter, and shove his knee with the hand that was still on it. you let out a small sigh after a moment, before meeting daryl’s gaze once more. you don’t say anything, not for a second, you just wanted to take him in. "y'know, i don't think i've ever seen you smile. not like that anyway.”

he was surprised when you shoved his knee, more surprised by the fact that he didn’t expect to enjoy it. he lets out a small huff of a laugh at your reaction. though, the moment is short lived when you mention his smile and it quickly fades, the tension from earlier returning to his jaw.

“yeah, well, i ain’t much of a smilin’ kinda guy,” he says, shrugging his shoulders as if it was nothing.

you let your gaze fall to your lap, your fingers idly playing with a loose thread on your pants. “maybe you should be. you have a nice smile,” you shrug, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks immediately.

daryl’s heart suddenly seems to jump inside his chest at your comment, the words catching him off guard. no one had ever said that he had a nice smile before. though, coming from you, it seemed to hit him hard in a way that he had never felt before.

the smallest touch of pink spreads across his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he glances to the side, avoiding your gaze as you look back up at him. “shut up,” he mumbled under his breath, the words without any malice just more embarrassed than anything.

“i’m being serious. i like your smile,’ you admit, causing not only yours, but daryl’s heart to race even more.

the honesty in your statement causes him to look back at you, his heart slamming against his chest. the sight of how sincere you are causes his stomach to twist and yet, he feels as if he could melt into the wooden steps beneath him.

“… shut up,” he says again, though it’s said with less embarrassment and more just overwhelmed feelings, and the faintest hint of a smile returns to his lips.

you just shake your head, and roll your eyes, at his reaction. he was so cute whenever he got flustered, and you enjoyed the fact of knowing you were the one that had caused it. though, you decide not to push him any further and leave it, letting yourselves enjoy the rest of the quiet before you knew you had to eventually head back inside.

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best friends to lovers with rosita espinosa please <3

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Jun ho: I have something I really need to get off my chest.

Y/N whispering: please let it be his shirt.

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𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍 𝐇𝐎

return to ─ masterlist.

you can find my hwang jun ho playlist here!

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒.

tba !!

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

hwang jun ho as your boyfriend. ꒰ fluff ꒱

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒.

tba !!

𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒.

tba !!

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Can we get some hwang junho boyfriend head cannons? •`ヮ´• This man NEEDS more attention I swear

𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍 𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃.

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pairing(s): hwang jun ho x reader

words: 346

warnings/tags: established relationship, he's so boyfriend it hurts, if you squint you can see how obsessed i am with his back.

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➵ mans is protective, let’s get that over with.

➵ not in an overbearing way. he just needs to make sure you’re safe.

➵ coming to pick you and friends up if you’re out late.

➵ if you’re out together and it’s late and you’re tired he’ll bend down so casually so you can climb on his back and get carried.

➵ he’s quiet but attentive, whenever you’re talking he has a little smile on his face, listening to every word you have to say but also getting distracted over the way your eyes shine or the dimples in your cheeks.

➵ he works late a lot at the station but will drop by yours for the night with a tired smile and tons of kisses pressed against your skin.

➵ junho gets nightmares so sometimes you awake to him abruptly sitting up and heavy breathing and he would jump from the gentle touch to his shoulder.

➵ it takes him time but you’re able to calm him down until he’s practically back to sleep, this time on top of you with his head tucked into your neck.

➵ the early morning type, he’s likely to go early hour jogs and have breakfast ready before you’ve gotten out of bed. sleepy eyes as you trudge in pyjamas to where he stands freshly showered and dressed.

�� whenever you’re out and a guy tries to chat you up, they will back off from junho’s look alone. eyes intense and watching, expression giving nothing away.

➵ isn’t afraid of pda, will hold your hand at any given moment available and also occasionally kisses it. will also kiss your cheek and temple when leaving you.

➵ a+ cuddler award goes to him, his broad back and shoulders a perfect mattress when you cuddle into his chest. his hands are always holding something, the back of your head with soft strokes with his thumb, tracing your arms or comfortably on your ass.

➵ this man will worship the ground you walk on and be irretrievably devoted to being the best boyfriend he can to you. whenever you’re around him, you know you’re safe.

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄.

this is a repost from my old blog. original post was 337 notes.

pairing(s): steve harrington x reader

words: 543

warnings/tags: established relationship, mentions of food.

“stevie can you pass me the carrots please?” you ask steve, moving one hand to the head that sits against your shoulder, caressing the long strands of hair as steve grunts in reply. his grip tightens around your waist, pulling your back impossibly closer to his chest and leaving pecks across the side of your neck.

“stevie,” you say his name again and he inhales deeply, as if building himself up before sighing deeply, “do we really need carrots, baby?” steve asks. you giggle, pushing your frame back so you can both turn and start to walk to the fridge yourself, steve clung to you, “it’s carrot and coriander soup, something’s telling me it’s a main ingredient.”

steve hums into your shoulder, a squeeze to your hip, “then it can be coriander soup.” you ignore him, taking the carrots into your hands before walking back to the chopping board with array of vegetables and herbs.

“i thought when you said you’d help make soup that you’d help me make it. not invade my space the entire time,” steve begrudgingly moves away from you, not before placing another kiss to your temple before reaching for the carrots and heading to the sink to wash them.

you watch him for a moment while you think, sighing slightly while turning back to cutting the coriander, “if you don’t want to make it with me, that’s more than okay, baby.” steve furrows his eyebrows when he turns off the sink, drying off the orange vegetables.

“i do want to do this with you, i just want to be close to you is all.”

he shrugs and you hum in response, heart feeling warm and achy from steve’s need to be near you. he was always the affectionate type, but even more-so now and who would you be if you didn’t indulge in it?

leaning over, you grasp another knife and shuffle to the side, “c’mere.” steve brings the carrots with him as he stands beside you, hips pressed together and you silently pass him the knife and begin to cut the rest of the other ingredients.

once everything is cut, you look up to steve and press a quick kiss to his cheek before reaching for his hand. he watches curiously as you guide him behind you and he nearly swoons at the message and instantly melts against your back once again, wrapped up against you.

an appreciative kiss is placed to your shoulder and steve watches as you pick up the board and add the array of food to the pot with oil, soon will become some soup you’ve been ecstatic to cook for autumn.

“this is nice,” steve says, feeling slightly tired from the comfort of it all and just gazing at your movements when you stir the pot. you hum in agreement and both fall into a comfortable silence. not much is said but taking the quality time to do something warming and comforting enough for you both.

plus the squeeze to your frame or the kiss to your neck every so often enough of a telling that you’re both happy and content. only to be more-so once you cuddle under blankets with a scary movie on with the homemade soup you both made. 

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒.

this is a repost from my old blog. original post was 1,186 notes.

pairing(s): steve harrington x shy!reader

words: 1705

warnings/tags: best friends to lovers, mentions of food, shy!reader.

“stevie?” you ask into the empty air, tearing your eyes away from the view in steve’s passenger seat as you previously pondered silently. “mhm?” is all he mumbles back, to show he’s listening while scooping another spoonful of the chocolate ice cream from his tub.

you weren’t sure why you were having ice cream on a cold winter’s night, but steve had suggested it and you never tend to question steve’s random motives as such. your half-eaten raspberry tub rests on your lap, slightly melted from neglect during the reverie you coaxed yourself into. parked atop a hill overlooking the town below the moonlight.

you don’t continue at first, looking down to your knee which now bounces anxiously. and with the extra space of silence, steve looks up from his ice cream, eyes peeking beneath the strands of hair that poke his face.

sitting the tub into one cup holder, steve moves back against his seat, one hand beginning to drum the steering wheel aimlessly while he watches your body language. “you don’t like it? thought it was one of your favourites?” steve continues worriedly, and nods towards the dessert in your hands.

you shake your head, ushering it into the cup holder beside his with a very small, “no, no. i do… i’ll have it in a second.”

“okay.”

the car falls silent again, steve watches as you slump against your seat and lose yourself in the view again. however, steve can tell it isn’t the landscape you’re thinking of, but if only he could pinpoint exactly what you were thinking.

penny for your thoughts, steve thinks and hesitates upon saying. in the end leaving you be at first, instead reaching a hand over to your restless knee and it suddenly stops moving. steve squeezes it affectionately, a small message that he’s still listening as he turns down the radio ever so slightly.

“what was your first kiss like?” you splutter all of a sudden, voice quiet and a deep nervous inhale following. steve wasn’t expecting it, eyes blinking and eyebrows raising as he processes the question. he taps your knee once more before moving his hand back to his lap, and you immediately miss the warmth.

“eighth grade with vanessa johnson. i freaked out so bad i bit her lip and she never spoke to me again.”

with steve’s statement you giggle. of course he did just that. “you bit her?” you repeat, hand covering your mouth as more laughter falls from your lips, and steve joins you with an amused nod, “sure did.”

your hand falls from your mouth while you lean your head back to face the car roof, laughter slowly falling back down and steve can only watch you with the fondest smile. “do you bite every girl you kiss?”

“no. funnily enough it was an accident and she hated my guts for it,” steve responds to your teasing with another chuckle emitting his throat. your head tilts to the side, cheek pressed to your shoulder as you look over at him, his gaze intoxicating as he smiles so warmly towards you.

“i got much better, y’know?” steve smirks, ego boosting himself. “i know,” you reply without thinking and steve pulls a face, confusion and amusement packed into one before nudging your arm gently, “what do you mean you know?”

you laugh again, embarrassed and quietly when you reply, “high school girls locker room. steve harrington was the topic of conversation most days before gym class for the popular girls.” steve grimaces, unamused and worried about the fact that you had heard those conversations about steve’s kissing techniques.

“god, high school. don’t miss it a bit.”

you don’t reply. looking out the passenger door window and to the couple of cars upon that side, distractedly staring as you sigh sadly. and steve’s not an idiot. he’s your best friend and also someone who’s been infatuated with you for years, he can tell what you’re thinking this time.

“it’ll happen, you just need to find the right person.”

your first kiss. still in your twenties without having ever kissed someone, while others around you were now in serious relationships.

you close your eyes and sigh at steve’s words. that’s the problem; you have always had the right person but you’re too terrified to make the first move. the unbearable fear that steve wouldn’t like you back was excruciating while he dated several girls during your friendship that you hoped he would be brave enough to do something instead.

maybe he just wasn’t interested in you that way. since he had no problem asking all those other girls out, as far as you can tell.

“i have an idea.”

steve’s quiet and patient to match your timid voice, you can usually get more shy in conversations you’re scared of and he’s willing to hear you out. but when is he never. “yeah?” is all he asks, practically a whisper.

your words get lodged in your throat, how are you supposed to ask your best friend to kiss you? that’s not easy. what if he hates you after? what if he thinks you’re impatient? or what if it ruins your friendship?

you wave yourself off, cringing on yourself and about to change the subject completely while leaning a hand down for your tub of ice cream but steve grips your hand and bends his head down to meet your gaze.

“hey, hey, hey. you can tell me your idea. i won’t judge you.”

“i don’t know, steve, i—” steve turns, his body facing yours while he grips your other free hand and you follow his movements to face him more clearer. the car light was on while you previously ate and it illuminated the tanned skin upon his face, showing off the sweet dark freckles spotted across his cheek and neck. 

“i know who i want to be my first kiss.”

your forehead falls into you and steve’s held hands, embarrassed while a small ‘o’ shape forms on steve’s mouth as he thinks. “oh,” is all steve says, a pang of hurt sprawling across his chest rapidly at the realisation of... someone. someone.

before you can lift your head to ramble an apology about how stupid it is, steve beats you to it by holding onto his pride and storing away his sadness. “any guy would be so lucky to have you, yeah? so lucky, baby. and if you know who you want to be your first kiss, i say go for it.”

steve’s ready to continue, busy trying to seem like he’s okay with this idea and not noticing that you lift your head back up to look at him properly. he doesn’t notice the way you squeeze his gripping hands or giggle at his rushed voice, he doesn’t notice anything until you say, “steve.”

it’s quiet. your voice barely audible but steve thanks his good hearing because he immediately cuts himself off to listen to you. your faces are close, his pupils rapidly moving when they scan over your features as if he’s figuring out what you’re trying to say.

“what, baby?”

“steve.” you say again, tone knowing and desperate and almost a hint of feeling shameful and steve’s eyes widen when yours fleet to his lips for the shortest second. this can’t be real, steve thinks. there’s no way.

you huff when he still sits still, hands keep holding yours tightly, “don’t make me say it,” you whine and steve chuckles. he tilts his head down, forehead pressed against yours as he replies, “oh, but i want you to say it. please say it.”

you can feel the warmth spread to your face as another shy whine threatens to break your throat, but just as you move your head in an attempt to tuck it into his neck, steve’s hands are shuffling from yours so he’s cupping your face.

“it’s okay, baby. it’s okay. i can do it, i’ll gladly do it. if you want me to?” his thumbs swipe your skin so delicately and his eyes are gazing with such a genuine stare that you feel you might crumble. with a nod, there’s a strangled sentence you let out, “y-yes. i do, stevie.”

he chuckles once more, a mixture of how cute he thinks you are but also in disbelief that he’s about to kiss you.

steve’s so slow, head tilting as he leans forward so his nose runs across your skin and you can feel the ghost of his lips closer and closer. in a warm daze, you whisper into the cold car when steve’s lips touch the corner of yours, “don’t bite me.”

you feel the curve of his smile while his nose drags down your face so he’s tucked under your jaw, both of your chests heaving with laughter. your hands reach up so they are holding onto his wrists, and he looks back up at your cupped face, “no promises, you’ll probably taste of raspberry ice cream.”

this time steve’s patience isn’t as strong, leaning forward to crash his lips against yours in what you believe will be most breath-taking kiss you could ever receive. corners of both your lips threaten to smile as you feel the sparks within your chest and squeeze the skin of his wrists.

he tastes of chocolate from his ice cream and the coffee he had earlier on and you go light-headed at the thought, never wanting to pull away. he’s so sweet and slow, lips guiding yours against his so tenderly that you pray to god it won’t be the last steve harrington kiss you receive.

you both reluctantly pull away, lungs begging to be filled with air but steve only pulls away for a moment before pecking your lips again. your mind feels foggy from the gesture that you almost don’t notice the nip to your bottom lip as steve pulls away.

you gasp mockingly, opening your eyes with steve’s smug smirk, turning his palms from your face so he can hold yours again, resting them against your lap. “i was right,” steve says, leaning forward when you dip your head to contain your happiness.

“you taste like raspberries,” steve murmurs just as happily against your lips.

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harry styles recs - part 2

champagne problems pt 2 | two shot, angsty flangst | @avatar-anna

happy 30th birthday, baby | one shot, fluff (slight angst) | @musicforastylesrestaurant

casual | imagine, angst | deactivated blog

pleasing | one shot, fluff | @moonchildstyles

an argument then promo | au, one shot, flangst, comfort | @avatar-anna

renaissance | au, one shot, fluff | deactivated blog

mad man | imagine, flangst | @watchmegetobsessed

elevator meet-cute | one shot, fluff | @velvetballaspark

best friends my ass | one shot, fluff (smut at the end) | @theonewiththefanfics

wishing you were here tonight… | au, fluff, smut | @guardarecheluna

you & i | au, one shot, fluffy flangst | @finelinefae

brat | au, imagine, flangst | @finelinevogue

partners in crime | au, one shot, flangst (more fluff) | @watchmegetobsessed

valentine | imagine, fluff | @harrysfolklore

flirty 30 | imagine, flangst | @gucciwins

pretty | au, one shot, flangst | @harstyle

...i think i love you | one shot, flangst | @harstyle

good omens | au, one shot, trifecta | @enthusiasticharry

never been with a man like harry before | imagine, fluff, comfort | deactivated blog

strong | au, one shot, flangst | @1d1195 (small tw)

dog days are over | au, one shot, fluff | @nationalharryleague

to new beginnings | imagine, fluff | @finelinevogue

sunflower | au, one shot, fluff | @1d1195

rain-kissed | au, one shot, fluff (slight angst) | @justlemmeadoreyou

soft launch | imagine, fluff | @watchmegetobsessed

knew you where the one | imagine, fluff | @harrywavycurly

welcome to the city | au, imagine, flangst | deactivated blog

something in the orange | imagine, flangst (more angst) | @finelinevogue

invitation | one shot, angsty flangst | @1d1195

home 'sweet' home | imagine, fluff | @cherievol6

crying in the backseat pt 2 | two shot, angst | @cherievol6

flinches during an environment | imagine, flangst | @a-strange-familiar

independent | au, one shot, fluff | @1d1195

cloudburst | one shot, angsty flangst | @moonchildstyles

flame | au, series | @jarofstyles

you don't have to be sorry | imagine, flangst (more fluff) | @satellite-evans

buttercup | one shot, flangst, comfort | @1d1195

not life a friend | one shot, flangst | @harrysbabycherry

kiss it better | au, imagine, fluff | @harryslittlefreakk

knows that you're sick | imagine, fluff | @amorchai