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steve groans in despair.

i felt this on a spiritual level

he slowly puts his hand on his chest, just right where his heart is supposed to be, and surely enough, it is still there, gradually beating rapidly as he continues to stare at you.

i just want someone to feel that for me :,) like he’s so dramatic yet it’s so sweet ya know

she mutters, walking back to the break room as she mumbles something about how it should have been her instead of him.

*panics*

“i mean, if you count eating a tub of ice cream whilst escaping the cruel reality of real life type-of-busy, then yes.”

She just like me fr

he runs straight to the break room and steals the marker in robin’s hand.

is he going to-

YOU RULE - I

yes he is JAJAJA

“well, if it’s any consolation, i think you’re a great guy, steve. it’s her loss anyway, who in the right mind would miss out on the opportunity to go out with king steve? especially with that babe-slaying hair.”

“she’s- she’s a goddess. an angel. it’s like she was made to make up for the world’s imperfections, like every flaw in humanity does not matter because she graces every ground she walks on,” he continues. “it’s hard to believe that we’re even breathing the same air as her. it’s-“

I’m not crying, you’re crying

anyway, there’s some shit she left for you, it’s in here with the tapes i told you to rewind decades ago-“

Keith, you could’ve led with that

YOU RULE - II

watch out, Robin, Harrington might catch up on the tallies 👀

what type of flowers do you like? do you even like flowers? what type of chocolates do you love? do you love the milky ones? dark chocolate? the one with almonds? what if you’re allergic to chocolates?

i like dahlias and sunflowers, I love dark chocolate (w/o almonds please and thank you) and defo not allergic to them

there was something about her voice that sounded familiar

no way do we work here 👀

“i think she just needs to take her meds on time.”

yeah.. that’s it.. nothing else going on 😅

it’s the type of feeling that makes him want to tell his friends all about you, his mom even, to the world if possible.

see reader me (and irl me) simps for Steve “the hair” Harrington and he simps for me.. why would I need this irl too pft.. ja jaja ja jajaja jaa.. *sobs in lonely*

“looking as gorgeous as ever, sweetheart.”

he does, but he wasn’t going to admit that.

of course you do

“been reserving all my suave moves just for you.”

i am such a sucker for these cheesy comments why am I like this

“you might get enchanted by my pretty brown eyes with this close proximity, i was told you can get lost in them.”

oh— you’re so full of yourself you himbo… of course I’m going to get lost in ur eyes

“yeah,” you nod. “i wasn’t going to, originally, until i found a reason to stay.”

look at us being poetic and all hopeless romantic.. good for us 🥹

steve, getting impatient, pulls you impossibly closer, smashing his lips against yours.

me rn:

because you did not end up staying a while, you stayed with him, and you’ll stay with him until forever falls apart.

no cause wdym i didn’t want to finish this it was so cute bai

-> also hi.. I’ve been gone for a while but I came back and now @milkiane writes for the Stranger Things universe too?? I have a lot to catch up on.

STAY AWHILE. steve harrington

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summary: meeting the one who could make your heart stop whilst simultaneously being the reason why your heart beats is rare, and steve just so happens to be one of the lucky ones who found them during a slow monday in family video.

warnings: no major s4 spoilers, just a love-sick steve. gif credits to @emziess

word count: 4.3k

steve groans in despair.

it was barely a busy day in family video. it usually wasn’t during mondays.

he throws the stress ball against the wall and lets it bounce back into his grasp. robin was out back, it was her turn to rewind tapes and place them back on their respective shelves while he was stuck at the counter.

when he doesn't manage to catch it, he doesn’t bother getting up to grab it. instead, he calls out, “hey, robin?”

without waiting for her response, he eventually decides to meddle in his coworker’s love life. “do you know what i just found out about vickie today?”

there was a pause. a beat, just before robin responds, “yeah? — actually, no, i don’t think i want to know.”

“she,” he stops for a bit of a dramatic effect. “returned fast times paused at 53 minutes and 5 seconds and—“

“so? m-maybe she realized that she didn’t like fast times exactly at 53 minutes and 5 seconds so—“

“and do you know who pauses fast times at 53 minutes and 5 seconds?” he asks, waiting for a reply. but when it doesn’t come, he swivels in his chair and answers himself. “people who like boobies, robin!”

“ew! gross. don’t say—“

“boobies!”

“—boobies.”

“and it’s not a big deal, okay?” steve reassures, sending her a knowing grin. “i like boobies. you like boobies.”

“vickie likes boobies. definitely.” he exclaims, swiveling around in his chair again as the overhead bell notifies him of a customer. “it’s… boobies…”

and that was when he caught sight of you; headphones on as you twirl the wire, heading straight towards the romance section. there was a glow that seemed to follow you, and if you were going to ask him, it wasn’t because of the shitty lighting of family video, it was because he thinks you’re an angel.

steve’s breath got caught in his throat and he believes that his heart was just robbed out of his chest. he slowly puts his hand on his chest, just right where his heart is supposed to be, and surely enough, it is still there, gradually beating rapidly as he continues to stare at you.

“…teve… steve… steve!” he snaps out of his trance when something hits his head. his gaze falls on the ball bouncing on the floor. he looks up to see robin looking at him with a question mark above her head.

“are you even listening?”

steve didn’t even bother responding to her as he started making his way towards you. he could still faintly hear music playing from your headphones around your neck as he stopped by beside you.

“uhm, busy night?” he questions, awkwardly posing by the shelves. he leans all of his weight against it, bicep rippling, but it’s a beat before he realizes how much he’s performing for you — he’s downright smitten and downright cringing.

from the counter, robin frowns as she looks at you and then at her best friend. “damn it, steve,” she mutters, walking back to the break room as she mumbles something about how it should have been her instead of him.

“uh, yeah, you could say that,” you respond, letting your eyes linger a little longer in the romance section as you head straight towards the new releases. “i mean, if you count eating a tub of ice cream whilst escaping the cruel reality of real life type-of-busy, then yes.”

“well, if it’s any help, i would recommend-” he plucks a random movie from the shelf and looks at the cover. “ah, the breakfast club. this is a must-watch. it’s filled with romance, friendship, and a little bit of a high school adventure.”

you look at his name tag then back at him with a grin, and he swears he could melt into a puddle right then and there. “and you’re sure i’ll like it, steve?”

“oh, no, sweetheart, you won’t like it. you’ll love it.” he doesn’t know where the pet name came from but the way it easily rolled out of his tongue convinces him that it feels just right.

you ignore the heat rising up to your cheeks as you snatch the vhs off his hands. “and if i don’t end up loving it?”

“well, then i guess i’d have to make it up to you,” steve shrugs, feigning nonchalance. “but if you do end up loving it, then… then the new diner downtown sounds good for a first date, right?”

you purse your lips trying to hide the smile that threatens to spread as you make your way towards the counter. “you better start praying to the stars, steve, because i’d be really disappointed if i wind up hating it.”

he grins at your words, making his way around to ring up your selected films. as soon as it was bagged up and ready to go, neither of you felt like saying goodbye yet but alas, you had a movie to critique.

steve walks you to the exit and opens the door for you, like the gentleman he is.

“i’ll see you around, steve.”

“see you later… alligator.” it was then that steve realized that he never caught your name. he spews out silent curses as he closes the door, but nevertheless, he runs straight to the break room and steals the marker in robin’s hand.

“hey!”

YOU SUCK - IIIIIIIIIIII

YOU RULE - I

“no way!” robin exclaims at the tally. “i will never believe that you just made that happen.”

“oh, you better start believin’, rob, cause i’m back in the game, baby!”

steve runs straight into the family video’s entrance, dramatically opening both doors with a bit of force. his hair flops up and down slightly as he pants, “anything yet?”

robin pops her head out of one of the shelves she’s been organizing. “nope.”

steve lets out a heavy sigh. with every day that you don’t return, his heart that he once thought was stolen was slowly countered in small damaged boxes. no bubble wrap, no fragile warning, nothing that would ensure that it was handled with care. “it’s nearly been a week, robin.”

“very funny.” steve mocks a sarcastic laugh, rolling his eyes. he goes over to robin with a drag in his steps. “it’s just that- i really thought she would be the one, you know? there was something about her that just… pulled me in. she’s not like any other girl i’ve ever seen, robin.”

before he can go on with his poetic spiel, keith leans against his office doorway and says, “i knew it was your dulcet tones i heard, harrington.”

steve and robin simultaneously roll their eyes, getting back to organizing.

“a girl dropped by the other day looking for you, by the way.”

steve freezes. “girl? what girl, keith?”

“dunno, was a pretty one though,” he winks, munching on his cheezy chips. “if she didn’t nearly bite m’head off, i woulda kept her for myself. anyway, there’s some shit she left for you, it’s in here with the tapes i told you to rewind decades ago-“

before he could even finish, steve runs towards his office, effectively knocking over the human-sized cardboard cutout of phoebe cates.

and just as keith said, the breakfast club vhs, alongside the other films you picked, was neatly stacked in the corner of his office. there was a folded beige card taped on top of it.

—— ✦

I.O.U. a date.

redeemable for… a romantic milkshake for two at kelly’s diner on the 21st of may. 7 pm sharp.

to: steve (with the killer hair)

from: y/n (sweetheart)

p.s. don’t be late, romeo :-)

—— ✦

steve blinks. and then again. and once more for extra measures, just to make sure he wasn’t making it up. he reads your name, and then aloud as if testing the way it rolls on his tongue. he’s never seen a name that suited a person like it did with you.

steve feels robin’s presence beside him before he sees her. “you see this, too, right?”

she hums.

“… and do you know what this means?”

robin groans.

YOU SUCK - IIIIIIIIIIII

YOU RULE - II

it takes steve a while to realize that today is the 21st of may. he blames keith for his lack of preparation. what is he supposed to wear? something simple? casual? smart casual? he knows kelly’s milkshake shack was straightforward, but nothing too bad for him to worry about.

he was worried about how to impress you. what type of flowers do you like? do you even like flowers? what type of chocolates do you love? do you love the milky ones? dark chocolate? the one with almonds? what if you’re allergic to chocolates? but even then, steve thinks flowers and chocolates aren't enough for you.

you deserve the world, the stars, and the moon. you deserve it and more. but what a pity it is that this gesture of adoration and worship is what the world would deem unreachable. unrealistic. superfluous.

nothing is superfluous for you, he thinks. despite that, steve decides to stick with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. nothing could go wrong with that now, could it? he questions himself as he starts his trek to the flower shop a few blocks down.

the first thing that he notices is the soft music playing on the record player. the second thing he noticed is how every flower is blooming and twinkling, not a fading one in sight. the last thing he noticed was the lack of a clerk at the counter.

“uhm, hello?” he calls out hesitantly.

muffled but still coherent, he receives a response from the back room. “one second!”

there was something about her voice that sounded familiar, and yet he couldn’t pinpoint who it could be. he shrugs it off. whilst waiting, he takes a look around the shop, criticizing which would be the perfect pick.

“what flowers do you have in mind?” the voice calls out once more. he could hear some shuffling on the other side.

“i was actually hoping you could help me out.” steve replies somewhat bashfully. “maybe something that’s simple but breathtaking? like nothing too extravagant but something… ethereal.”

he wasn’t sure if they caught what he just said, but before he knew it, the curtain separating the rooms was drawn.

“busy night?”

steve stops shuffling through the vinyls and spins on his heels. “oh, yeah, scored a date with the prettiest girl in-“

you grin at the astounded boy in front of you, eyes wide and jaw slack. you delicately push the bouquet of pretty pink chrysanthemums and yellow dwarf sunflower in his hands, grinning up at him like a tease. “you were saying something about scoring a date with the prettiest girl in hawkins?”

“i- wha?”

“chrysanthemums symbolize devoted love, loyalty, happiness, and these lil sunflowers symbolize adoration.” you state. “i love the sentiment, by the way.”

“you work here?” he finally speaks, watching as you step back to organize the lone stems by the counter.

“i mean if it isn’t obvious,” you shoot him a pointed look.

“y-yeah, right, right.”

“my aunt used to own this shop, but she said she couldn’t take it anymore after some supernatural shit kept happening in this town apparently.” you huff. “i think she just needs to take her meds on time.”

“yeah, probably.” steve chuckles nervously before clearing his throat. “so, uhm, i don’t really remember seeing you around until a few days ago, is this your first time in hawkins?”

“save the getting-to-know questions for the date, harrington.” you smile up at him. “anyway, how about you pick me up two hours from now, i’ll forget that you ever bought me flowers from my own flower shop, and then we can continue this over some sweet milkshakes?”

“yeah,” he nods, his reply was barely even a whisper. there was a look of adoration in his eyes, a dopey lovelorn smile on his lips. “sounds like a plan.”

before steve gets in his car, he pauses by the door, looking back at you with one last glance before he gets stuck with the question, is this what love at first sight feels like?

steve never wants to lose that feeling.

and surely enough, steve is back two hours later with the bouquet in hand, hair styled to perfection, and the feeling of love at third sight stuns him.

steve looks at you like it’s the very first time he’s seen you, and he feels like his heart drops. every

he stares at you and there is an indescribable sensation in his chest that he couldn’t express. it gives him an urge to try every pick-up line in the book; make himself look like an idiot by asking whether you fell from heaven. because steve genuinely believes it. is that so silly of him to think?

there’s a warm fuzzy feeling deep within that void. it’s the type of feeling that makes him want to tell his friends all about you, his mom even, to the world if possible.

there was a pep in your step as you make your way toward steve, noting how handsome he looks in his shirt and corduroy jacket, jeans seemingly well-ironed. his hair is gelled – you’d have to ask him what hair products he uses later – and it makes you want to run your fingers through it.

“looking as gorgeous as ever, sweetheart.” steve compliments you with his ever charming smile. he gives you the bouquet that he’s been hiding behind his back. “these are for you.”

you take it from him and take a whiff of the sweet smell. “wow. these are beautiful, steve. i wonder who picked them for you.”

“oh, you know, just the cute little owner who works in the flower shop.” he grins. “oh, wow, would you look at that. we’re actually standing in front of it right now- oh, and good god, here’s the cute little owner i was just talking about.”

“dork.”

“what flavor do you want?”

“strawberry-chocolate has always been my go-to.”

“really?”

“what’s with the judgemental look? it’s heavenly!”

“but that’s so… so basic. i’ve pegged you to take more on the crazy flavors.”

you playfully roll your eyes at him as he guides you to a booth, hand respectfully placed on the small of your back. you look at him with a teasing grin. “i bet you love vanilla, though.”

steve scoffed, sitting in front of you. “i do not.”

he does, but he wasn’t going to admit that.

“you totally do,” you snicker before busying yourself with the menu.

“what can i get y’all today?”

“we’ll get a large strawberry-chocolate milkshake,” steve quips, looking at you for a moment before, like clockwork, adding, “with two straws, please.”

ignoring the rapid beating of your heart, you shake your head at him, “you do this with all the girls you go out with?”

“nah, only the ones who like basic ass milkshake flavors,” he grins, leaning back against the couch. “been reserving all my suave moves just for you.”

you scoff playfully, putting a hand on your chest. you can feel your heart beating as you take in his appearance under the neon lights of the shack. “should i be honored?”

“yeah,” steve nods fervently. “i’m actually glad you went out with me, meaning we don’t have to worry about your bad taste in men, too. i would have been really concerned.”

you laugh at him, and steve beams. you throw a balled-up tissue paper at his face, effectively snapping him out of his little inner dialogue about how your laugh was one of the best things he’s ever heard. “you literally love vanilla milkshakes and you’re trying to call out my apparent bad taste?”

“not vanilla,” he shoots you a glare, the curl of his lips failing to keep up with his act. he throws the tissue back at you. “seriously.”

you raise your hands in defense, trying to prevent the laugh threatening to leave your lips. before either of you could say anything else, the milkshake was served.

steve scooches closer towards the table as he places the milkshake in between you. he thanks the waitress and dips the two straws into the drink.

“just a fair warning though,” steve warns, moving closer to take a sip. “you might get enchanted by my pretty brown eyes with this close proximity, i was told you can get lost in them.”

you continue sipping with a smile, eyes momentarily flicking down at his lips before looking back up into his eyes. his eyes are pretty, you will let yourself willingly get lost in them if you can.

steve does the same, and as his eyes settle back into yours, the two of you let out tiny hushed laughter after the sudden eye contact.

“tell me if you need a map,” he sips, letting out a soft groan at the taste of the milkshake. he’s beginning to understand why you love it so much. “i think you’re starting to get lost.”

“did the heart eyes give it away?” you grin.

the conversation easily flowed like a river after that. secrets, and smiles, and laughter were shared between you two and it lasted for hours, more than what the two of you have signed up for. but neither of you was complaining.

steve learned a lot more about you than he ever did with anyone else. he learned that fleetwood mac, starship, and queen were the artists that claimed your top three. the breakfast club instantly became your favorite after his recommendation. and that you really, really want to learn how to rollerblade.

you, on the other hand, learned steve’s music taste was all over the place, but he secretly loves billy joel after seeing his parents dance to his music when he was younger, a vulnerable memory that he loves to preserve. he tells you all about dustin and the gang, and how the former was like the little brother he never had. he told you about how he was a bit hesitant about getting himself out there again after nancy, his ex, because she was the first person he’s ever loved and apparently it was all bullshit.

you both knew each other better than anyone else, not even your friends nor his knows about the things you told each other. and before you know it, you find yourselves in lover’s lake after getting kicked out for staying after closing — neither of you realized that the two of you were the only people left, save for the staff who kicked you out.

you look up at the starry sky with a content sigh, basking in the chilly air, the soft music from steve’s car, and well, steve.

“i don’t think i’ve had as much fun as i did today,” you say.

steve tilts his head to look at you, a small smile pulling at his lips before he teases, “good to know.”

“stop,” you push his face away. “i’m serious.”

he laughs, settling with a soft smile as he answers, “me, too, sweetheart.”

you look at him, and purse your lips. “i’ll be staying awhile, y’know?”

“what?” his eyebrows scrunch up in confusion. you want to give it a kiss.

“you asked me, earlier today, why you’ve never seen me before,” you recall. “i’m planning on staying for a while, just until i have everything figured out.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” you nod. “i wasn’t going to, originally, until i found a reason to stay.”

steve smiles, he’s been smiling more than he ever did his entire life, and it’s not one of those flirty smirks or small smiles, they were the genuine and contagious ones. he’s convinced that his jaw will ache from all the muscle movement but he doesn’t mind, not when you told him prior that you loved his smile.

“yeah?” is all he can ask.

you hum in approval.

“what, our ever so beautiful hawkins, indiana doesn’t offer you enough?” he teases.

“well, your ever so beautiful hawkins, indiana so happens to offer the best milkshake,” you shrug nonchalantly. “i guess that’s enough reason.”

he gasps dramatically, putting up an exaggerated act by clutching his chest with a pained groan. “you offend me, woman.”

you laugh. “fine, you, too, pretty boy.”

“me, too, by the way.” steve murmurs after a while, ignoring the thumping of his chest. you feel some shifting from his side, so you look down to see him closer and his palm facing upwards, as if offering it to you. “maybe… maybe we can figure it out together?”

you look up at him, taking another moment to appreciate his beauty, before interlacing your fingers with his. “i’d like that very much.”

“thank you for tonight, steve,” you say, unbuckling your seatbelt as he puts his car in park. he gets out of the door and around the vehicle to open yours. “seriously.”

“no need to thank me, sweetheart,” steve smiles, tucking a stray hair away from your face. “i had fun with you tonight.”

you stop yourself from feeling the warmth of your cheeks, instead, you move a bit closer to him. “although, there’s one thing missing...”

steve frowned, his hands hovering just above your waist, hesitant to touch you. “what is it? — agh, i knew i should have gotten you the — robin said it would be too much and i —“

“steve,”

“hmm?”

“it’s not whatever you think it is.”

“oh… what is it then?”

you loop your fingers around his belt loops, tugging him closer to you. steve gasped softly, hands finally settling on your waist. “a kiss.”

“oh,”

you hum, moving your arms up from his torso and looping them around his neck. he could feel goosebumps rising in the wake of your warm touch.

your noses brush against each other, lips teasing as they barely leave a featherlight touch.

steve, getting impatient, pulls you impossibly closer, smashing his lips against yours. it was a mix of soft and desperate as if he’s been thinking of what it would have been like to kiss you. it was. if not, then it was even better than what he dreamed of.

you smile against his lips, fingers tangling in his hair. your mind is clouded; you’re drunk on his sweet strawberry-chocolate flavored kisses, the scent of his musky perfume, and the smell of his hairspray.

you slowly pull back only to have steve chase your lips again for a quick peck. “you’re a great kisser,” he murmurs.

“i know,” you tease, pulling him back down for another kiss as you can’t help yourself, only pulling away on the account of actually needing air to breathe.

“good night, steve,” you pull away slowly, his hands slipping away from yours as you walk up to your front doorstep.

“i miss you already!“ he calls out.

“go home, pretty boy.”

“good night, sweetheart!” he grins.

“drive home safe, farrah fawcett.”

“hey! i told you that in confidence.” steve exclaims, unbothered by your screaming neighbor yelling profanities at him. it was late.

you look back at him with one last smile before disappearing behind the door, you lean against it, grinning from ear to ear as you squeal in the safety of your own home. you walk around the shop-apartment with your giddy smile never faltering even once.

unbeknownst to you, after making sure you got in safely, steve is punching the air, whooping, and jumping on his feet as he did his own little celebration. he looks back once more before getting into his car, playing a billy joel song.

it frustrates him beyond belief how a woman could easily make him weak in the knees, how you, with one look into your eyes, accompanied by a glint of a smile, could make him feel as if he could crumble into lovesick wreckage, how your featherlight touch could effortlessly yield him into submission — but he supposes that he does not mind because you’re not just any woman nor is this just any feeling. he made a promise to himself that he would never fall in love again, never will he accept the risk of getting his heart broken once more, but for you — when he’s with you — he would risk getting his heart broken time and time again if it meant being in your presence. he’s never felt so seen, so loved, so adored, until he met you.

he’s willing to patch up a broken heart if it means loving you.

it’s dizzying, it’s so overwhelmingly beautiful — the feeling of being in love. the feeling of being in love with you. and in two years' time, the whisper of those three little words, those of which are common amongst those who love and are loved, and yet it holds a special meaning that no one but the two of you can understand.

it’s a promise. an oath. a secret that you will continue keeping that no matter what, it will always be you and him against the world, that even if everything else fails, your love for each other is what will keep you going.

because you did not end up staying a while, you stayed with him, and you’ll stay with him until forever falls apart.

#steve x reader #steve harrington #stranger things #Steve Harrington fluff #sorry my reblogs are a total mess #i try my best

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chesteereads · 3 years ago

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opening a hefty bookdepository parcel with four books inside… oooooh the endorphins. & the thrill of leafing through and smelling new books

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chesteereads · 3 years ago

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fulton, setting down a card: ace of spades

charlie, pulling out an uno card: +4

guy, pulling out a pokémon card: jolteon, I choose you

adam, trembling: what are we playing

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chesteereads · 3 years ago

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Random Personalities in Friend Groups as Animals

The dog

hyper, energetic, and loving but loses functionality once they’re hungry

The Cat

who seems to hate everyone but they keep showing up—so

The Rabbit

who almost passes out from anxiety the moment they’re approached by a human

The Dragon

the rich one who is worried people won’t appreciate them for their other attributes; like breathing fire

The Panda

who if they do show up to anything will be: •barely awake and •wearing pajamas

The Shark

intimidating… but probably won’t murder anyone

The Lion

annoyingly great hair.

and 8

The Ass

self-explanatory…isn’t it, Peter?

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chesteereads · 3 years ago

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i love subtitles

#it’s a thing

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chesteereads · 3 years ago

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+bonus+

—let’s acknowledge how I was in a class when I got this notif and I took a ss to remind myself to read it today because when @90spogues posts we all fall in line. Ya heard? 🏃🏽‍♀️

MY FOREVER VALENTINE; druig

summary: druig finally understands what it means to love and to be loved, and it’s all thanks to you: his forever valentine.

warnings: excessive use of the word ‘love’, implications of a sexual joke, very very fluffy shit ! lovesick druig is my man // gif credits to @rileybinaa

word count: 2830

druig never understood the concept of valentine’s day, or how humans never fail to make a big fuss about it. there are three hundred and sixty-five days for people to show their love to someone, to express their adorations and commitment, to buy them flowers and chocolates, to write them softhearted love letters and poems.

what was so special about february 14th?

but in all honesty, if someone had to force the truth out of druig, he did. he did understand the concept of valentine’s day, he just didn’t have someone to love. never in his seven thousand years of living on earth has he ever felt those butterflies in his stomach, or the beating of his heart out of his chest, or that dizzying euphoric feeling; and all because of one person.

druig wants to love, he wants to be loved.

he is a lover, with or without one.

we exist for love — love is the reason why we’re here, he thinks.

and druig can see that now, he can see why love is such an immense feeling. he can see why people do things for the sake of love, why people die for love.

love. love. love. it’s all because of love.

love is soft and gentle. love is raw and painful. love is captivating, it’s spellbinding, it’s maddening! and quite frankly, that’s what makes it so beautiful.

and it’s all because of you — you showed him what love would feel like.

you, who is unapologetically and beautifully human.

you, who have managed to bewitch him with nothing but your charm and wits.

you, who made him unapologetically and beautifully human.

after years of observing and noting how people would just live with such tenderness and adoration, he finally found what he has been missing all his life.

he found love and that’s something he took pride in. he found love in you, and slowly, he started to find love in everything. he fell in love with you, and he started to fall in love with the world; with its beauty.

he finally understood what it would be like to be loved — and to be loved by you of all people?

oh, how sweet it is to be loved by you.

he wants to create a word just as beautiful as his love for you, but for now, he’s just going to have to make use.

“will you be my valentine, my love?”

you look up from your book to see druig behind you, his head poking over your shoulder as he hands you a wine-colored rose, a blithesome smirk gracing his lips.

“you’re five minutes late, druig,” you avert, trying to hold back the rhapsodic smile that was teasing your lips. you hold onto the rose, breathing in the aromatic smell as druig sits beside you on the park bench, his arm draped around you.

“well, i had to look good for m’lover now, don’t i?” druig grins, the familiar persistence of his accent evident in his teasing quip. it was true — druig did take his sweet time in seeking the right outfit before eventually settling with his usual leather jacket get-up.

you laugh softly, nudging his shoulder with yours — a habit of his you seemed to have picked up, he noticed — as you attempt to hide the rushing heat on your cheeks.

druig’s smooth-talking never failed to make you feel like a lovesick schoolgirl with a crush.

he is special; druig. you’ve known that the first time you laid eyes on the blue-eyed boy. with his quick-witted humor and charm, accompanied by his lovely looks — it wasn’t a shocker that you fell for him.

and then you found out that he is an eternal; an immortal graced with powers to protect humanity. he is a man of a thousand years and wisdom, having seen the evolution of your world as he battled with deviants, monsters that left the lives of many in peril.

you still couldn’t wrap your mind around the fact that he chose you out of all the people in the world, mortals and immortals, somehow he chose you to love.

the universe couldn’t have been more in your favor. you continued to thank every star in the sky for giving you your lover. your other half. your twin flame. your soulmate. your druig.

“well, lover,“ you beam a smile. “i got you a flower, too.” it was a sunflower, along with handpicked daisies, adorning in the vast colors of blue felt paper (it matches his eyes, you thought). your smile parallels his as it was now in the hands of your muse. a beautiful flower for a blooming one.

you pull out a daisy from the mini bouquet and tuck it behind his ear. you whisper, “you’re so surreal,”

“i’m as real as i can be, love.” druig smiles, brushing his lips against yours in a soft kiss. he stops to take a breather, resting his forehead against yours.

“i’ve been shot by cupid’s arrow.”

“sap,” you mumbled.

it’s comical how over the top the decorations were this year. every niche and alcove is decorated with hearts, and cupids, and cheesy pick-up lines.

druig has his nose scrunched up at this every other second, he prefers to look at you instead as the amused smile gracing your lips never left.

you find it hilarious. he finds you beautiful.

the weather was perfect, though. the sun was shining, a little bit hidden by the fluffy clouds scattered on the open blue sky. couples were sprinkled all around as well, making the most out of the day.

“everything is just… so red!” you say, the sound you emit was the combination of a scoff and a laugh.

“d’you want me to make ‘em change the colors?” druig suggests, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “possibly purple? pink? blue? — so it matches the color of my eyes?”

“you are such a-“ you stop in your tracks.

druig unintentionally tugs at your hand when you abruptly tumble to a stop. he looks at you, confused, before letting his own eyes follow the subject of your distraction.

“d’you know what i’m thinking?” you ask.

druig grinned.

“i do not dress like that!” druig scowls.

“you’re literally wearing the exact same thing right now!” you point out, a teasing grin on your face.

“but you make it look so… goofy.”

the two of you were holding up the same timeless teddy’s, picking up clothes and accessories for your bears because you were making each other.

“i think it’s cute.” you shrug, grabbing the black boots on the rack.

he mumbles something under his breath as he grabs the clothes that seemed fitting for your bear version. “leather jackets aren’t cute. they’re s’pposed to look cool.”

“whatever you say, druig.” you snort.

he pursed his lips trying to hide the smile that was threatening to spread across his lips. your eyes lit up brighter than the build-a-bear’s beaming lights.

you were happy, and druig was so gratified that he is living the same moment as your happiness — because it was the most beautiful thing that someone can ever witness.

“c’mon, we have to stuff them!”

“i know another thing i could stuff,” he murmurs mischievously.

“druig!” you gape at him in horror, watching as he doubles down with roguish laughter.

you glare at him as he continues to catch his breath. you grabbed your druig bear and stomped towards the stuffing station, leaving him gasping for air as he yelled, “no, c’mon, y/n! t’was a joke.”

druig was holding back the laughter threatening to escape his throat as he wiggled his eyebrows at you, watching as his y/n bear gets filled with stuffings.

“druig!” you hush him, pinching his arm lightly. “you’re being a child!”

he yelped dramatically, pouting his lips as he rubbed the spot. he grinned almost immediately again though, pulling you against his chest to plant kisses all over the side of your face.

“druig,” you whined playfully, scrunching your nose up at the feeling of his soft kisses. you love this man so much.

a soft chuckle snaps you out of your little world, the two of you look for the source of the sound — it was the lady stuffing your bears. “you two remind me of my husband and i, we’ve been together for sixteen years now.”

“awe,” you coo, eyes softening and heart bursting. you feel druig tighten his hold on you, swaying the two of you. he knew how much you love love. you were a sucker for love stories.

the woman sighs happily as she guides you towards the next station. she lets the two of you pick a scent — in which you pick lavender, and druig picks strawberry — and on with the heart ceremony.

she continues, “yeah, it’s rare to find a love as beautiful as yours,”

you and druig grab the small paper hearts and smile at each other, eyes connected as you gave it a kiss.

“— so you two better cherish it forever. love works in mysterious ways,”

you type in the name of your dressed timeless teddy, druig. and druig does the same for his, y/n.

“— and yet it never fails to bring two of the most ideal people together.”

she smiles softly at the two of you. “well, congratulations on your first build-a-bears! thank you for choosing to celebrate this day with us, i don’t doubt this will be a memorable moment for not only the two of you as it was for me. happy valentine’s day, you too!”

“happy valentine’s day!” you greet back, offering her one last smile before leaving with druig. your own mini-me’s held in one hand as you held your lover’s in the other.

“she is so nice.” you simper. “i wonder how…”

your words faded as you continued to speak, all druig could think about is the smile on your face and how he wishes to see it all the time — to be the reason behind it.

the lady’s sweet words continue to swirl in his mind. love does work in mysterious ways, he thought, but you and him will never be a mystery because you two complement each other in every perfect way possible.

druig couldn’t agree more.

it is complete and utter heaven to form something as beautiful as your love for each other.

he couldn’t imagine living life without you. how could he? after getting a drift of how it would feel to be loved by you? it’s all he could ever yearn for. he wouldn’t last a second.

it was as if time flew by faster than makkari’s morning run because before you knew it, the sun was already setting. the brisk sinking sun created a scenic view that cast a soft glow on whatever the rays caressed.

as you and druig mindlessly walk around with no destination in mind, you sigh in content as you look back at today’s rendezvous.

you had brunch at a beautiful family-owned bistro near the park where druig picked you up. apparently, he was friends with the kind old lady who owned the place, earning a generous discount on the house, and a garlic bread or two especially packed for your lover.

you went around after that, which led you to make an exceptional quick stop to build-a-bear. you snapped a lot of pictures after leaving the workshop, much to druig’s chagrin.

and the museum was just calling out for the two of you as soon as your eyes fell upon it. druig had a smile on his face the entire time. you weren’t sure if it was because he personally lived through the history instilled in the art, reminiscing as he explained it to you, or if it was because of the risky snacking on the packet of candies you sneaked in. maybe it was both.

you wish, and always hold onto hope, that time could cease and halt for a moment, just for the sole reason of remaining in this very moment with your lover, simply basking in the moments you yearned to stay in forever with nobody else but druig.

you wanted enough time to count the freckles that were littered across his cheeks, enough time to give in to his “stay with me for five more minutes,” whispers in the morning, enough time to dance the night away with him, enough time to listen to his inner plant dad knowledge, enough time to argue that “yes, it is actually very crucial to own a dog, druig!”, enough time to tell him everything you love about him, to show him how much you love him. you just wanted enough time with him.

you simply wanted enough time to do everything and nothing with him.

“hey, i think i lost you a lil’ bit in there,” he taps your forehead. “what’s wrong, my love?”

“nothing,” you smile reassuringly. “m’just happy you’re here with me.”

“i am, too,” he pulls you in closer, planting a soft kiss on your temple. druig keeps his arm around you at all times, wanting to be as close to you as possible.

“look, dru,” you point out the tarpaulin hanging over the street lamps. “there’s an open evening fair a few blocks down.”

“d’you wanna go?” he asks.

“can we?”

“i don’t know, d’you think they’ll allow a couple as pretty as us to get in?”

you shake your head in amusement, not being able to resist pulling him in for a sweet kiss. “i bet you will bewitch them with your irresistible charm if they don’t anyway, dru.”

the place is filled to the brim with the same loud decorations, love songs were playing in the hidden speakers, and there were couples, friends and families all over the fair. druig nearly complained at the sight until his gaze landed on the divine food stalls.

his mouth watered.

he immediately drags you with him.

‘you’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you…’

you let out a small gasp, pulling druig away from the free samples for a dance. you lead him towards the open space and started moving to the beat of the song.

druig halted, a bit hesitant on doing such an intimate thing with you in an open space. you two danced all the time. it wasn’t something new for him, though he was used to doing it behind closed doors; away from peering eyes of the world.

but with just one look in your eyes, he was a goner.

so he pulls you in closer with his arms snaking its way around your waist, swaying along to the melody of the song. he leans his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering shut as you lose yourselves in the moment.

you smile, feeling his skin against yours, bodies close and moving. you can feel his warmth, you can smell his lavender cologne. your hands roam around his body, memorizing every curve and muscle. you can feel his lips pressed against yours, moving in a soft and tender sync.

soon enough, your beautiful moment attracts an older couple. you smiled softly at them as the older lady gave you a wink. they start to slow-dance as if they’re back in the seventies, getting lost in each other’s eyes as they imagine their surroundings changing to memories of the reminiscents.

druig chuckled, planting a kiss on your nose.

and then came couples after couple, the open space slowly filling up with lovers who also wished to share a moment that was worthy of their own love stories.

the colorful hues that once colored the sky were now painted a dark blue with twinkling stars dispersed beautifully. it reminded you of druig’s freckles.

as the night went on, you managed to explore the entirety of the fair and chose to unwind the languor by laying down on your backs, a new blanket bought from one of the stalls shielding you from the prickly grass.

“i like your face,” you murmur. you were laying on your side as you continued to trace the starry freckles on your lover’s cheeks, your featherlight touches tickling his face every so often.

“i like your face, too,” druig smiles. his own finger coming up to trace the slope of your nose to the curve of your jaw.

every touch, you’re both grateful for. you left no skin untouched as you memorize each other’s artistic features with a stroke as soft as a new paintbrush.

he stops for a moment, letting his thumb caress your cheek before slowly pulling you in for a soft kiss.

“i love you.” you sigh in content, resting your head on his chest, his heartbeat slow and steady, the sound that is responsible for giving you hope and hearth — a beat that defeats every gentle lullaby.

“i love you more, my forever valentine.”

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chesteereads · 3 years ago

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he just didn’t have someone to love

let me fricking fix that 😩

druig wants to love, he wants to be loved.

“will you be my valentine, my love?”

I mean—

it was true — druig did take his sweet time in seeking the right outfit before eventually settling with his usual leather jacket get-up.

babe, you could wear that for the rest of your life and I would still think you look perfectly hot. Like— “what’s this? Okay I like it Picazzo” :)

druig’s smooth-talking never failed to make you feel like a lovesick schoolgirl with a crush.

Amen, sister

you pull out a daisy from the mini bouquet and tuck it behind his ear. you whisper, “you’re so surreal,”

“i’ve been shot by cupid’s arrow.”

“sap,” you mumbled.

*cough* simp *cough*

“d’you want me to make ‘em change the colors?” druig suggests, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “possibly purple? pink? blue? — so it matches the color of my eyes?”

what a narcissist… but yes :D

the two of you were holding up the same timeless teddy’s, picking up clothes and accessories for your bears because you were making each other.

NOBODY FRICKING TOUCH ME

“i know another thing i could stuff,” he murmurs mischievously.

druig was holding back the laughter threatening to escape his throat as he wiggled his eyebrows at you, watching as his y/n bear gets filled with stuffings.

I am currently cackling. I am like him but I am also like this reader cause I do this but when it’s done to me in turn I get so ajoskdkws >:)

Lady, please, I’m a sucker for other people’s love stories :,)

druig nearly complained at the sight until his gaze landed on the divine food stalls.

Druig and his love for food >>>

NOT YOU HAVING ME TEAR UP OVER HERE wow I’ve been hit in the feels today 😭

“i love you more, my forever valentine.”