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[nothannuh]

i’ve decided to go to @hannuhbee to continue writing stuff as this is only a side blog and i’d like to just keep everything in one place! i debated about deleting this account but i’ll keep it :)

[nothannuh]

OKAY i have a couple drafts that may or may not make it out alive... something with tasm peter parker and steve......... just saying............

[nothannuh]

snowed in

in which it snows, and you’re stuck at steves house. [wc 983]

pairing; steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings; fluff, swearing, established relationship, pet names (stevie, bub), not edited because i’m too lazy right now <3

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“steve?” you try to shake him awake. the previous night you had fallen alseep watching old shitty movies on his couch, the typical activity for a snow day. “steve, c’mon.”

“mm, what?” he was curled up in a ball on the couch. it didn’t look comfortable. 

“it snowed like, 7 inches.”

“no way, holy shit!” suddenly, he was acting as if he had been awake for hours, jumping to the window. sure enough, you couldn’t even see the sidewalk.

you sighed, “looks like i can’t drive home, oh what will i do?”

“oh god, i’m stuck with you for the whole day, maybe more? i don’t think i’ll make it out alive!” he exclaims and you hit his shoulder. 

you two had been best friends since middle school, though high school sort of pulled you apart. you would still talk sometimes outside of school, you liked hearing the popular kid gossip, and steve liked to hear about the “nerd” classes you were taking. you fully reunited after a few strange events, and you two realized you had a lot more in common. steve asked you out by throwing stones at your window. 

“it would be more romantic if you brought me flowers and chocolates and stuff.”

he laughed, “whatever, i take it back i don’t like you anymore.”

“do we have any more shitty movies?”

steve worked at family video, but that unfortunately didn’t mean he had an infinite supply. he shook his head. “nope, sorry bub. i do have hot chocolate though.”

“you’re a lifesaver. i would definitely not survive in this house without it.”

“why not? isn’t my house the best to be in for snow days? i’m like, pretty sure that’s a direct quote from you.”

you shake your head. “robin said it, i just simply relayed it to you. not that i don’t agree, anything beats my house.”

“i still don’t know how you survive without heat.” he shook his head.

whenever the air started to get colder, you would check weather forecasts to see if it was going to snow, and if it was, you were already on your way to steves. it had been like that for years, becoming a tradition. a couple times you had invited the kids and robin. they didn’t have as much fun as you and steve did, though. 

“what’s the plan for today?”

steve put a finger on his chin and pretended to think about it, “i’m going to write a book, but unfortunately i have writer’s block.” he frowned comically. “being isolated here will help me though... that’s it i think.” he smiled wide, his signature “lady killer” smile.

“you’re leaving out the part where you go crazy and try to murder me.”

he sighed dramatically. “it really sucks i don’t have the shining here... i thought about stealing it from the store, but i kind of don’t want keith to show up here and be all... strange.”

you laughed. “keith is always strange. but anyway, i was thinking we could bundle up and play in the snow. like the old times.”

steve’s face lit up. “you, my friend who is my girlfriend, are a genius.” he grabbed your hand, racing up the stairs to his room. you loved his room, it was perfect for him. it showed you a side of him you thought you’d never see. you both learned how to dance in his room before a middle school dance. 

steve’s hoodies and shirts were your favorite. not because they smelled like him, definitely not. 

“here’s this, and this, and uh, this.” he said, throwing shirts and hoodies your way, the last hoodie flying into your face. “bundle up, bub.”

he also had pulled on multiple hoodies. he didn’t have any winter coats, claiming he was strong enough to handle the cold. he was not, it made you laugh. 

“alright, i’m ready. i swear if you even think about hitting me with a snowball...” he mumbled the threat. you and him both knew that you two would end up in a snowball fight the second you stepped outside.

steve held your hand again, leading you to the backyard. his face was immediately red, his nose so bright you couldn’t help but tease him. “holy shit, your nose is glowing!”

“shut up, i hate you.”

“you love me.” you scrunched your nose. steve wouldn’t admit it, but the nose scrunch made him fall even more in love with you. 

before he could say anything in response, you threw a snowball right at the side of his head. it was all stuck in his hair. “oh my god! you should see your face right now!”

steve didn’t reply. at first, you thought he was actually angry, though he never was. his silence scared you, but it was all a ploy to catch you off guard and tackle you.

“oh, fuck you! i knew this was coming!” you had snow in your socks.

“why didn’t you move then, huh?”

“because i wanted you to tackle me, duh.” it was sort of true, he was really warm.

steve leans in closer to your face. after years of dating, you still got flustered when he was close. “you’re so cute.”

“shut up.”

he kissed your nose, causing you to scrunch it up again. there we go, he thought. 

“stevie.” you dragged out. he had a soft spot for the nickname, something everyone would tease him about. “my lips are gonna freeze off.”

“and that’s my problem how...?”

“you are truly evil, steve.” you closed the gap, finally. your lips certainly weren’t going to freeze off anytime soon.

“wanna uh, move this inside?” steve said, wiggling his eyebrows.

you looked at him and quirked up an eyebrow, teasingly. “may i ask what for?”

he just continued to wink and wiggle his eyebrows, then suddenly got serious. “hot chocolate, of course. what were you thinking of?”

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volume 2 of season 4 DOES NOT get better a second time around, if anything it hurts even more ❌❌❌

[nothannuh]

take my breath away

in which steve drags you to watch top gun. [wc 2.1k]

pairing; steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings; tom cruise, fluff, best friends to lovers, one pet name (bub), swearing, ghostbusters slander (i’m sorry i love ghostbusters), the timeline is all messed up because i’m making up stuff to match with when top gun came out, minorly edited so there is bound to be many mistakes

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“so... does this mean you’ll see top gun with me?” steve asks. he was being strange, stranger than usual. more touchy too. 

you sigh. “steve, i don’t want to watch some stupid plane movie.”

he scoffed, “it’s not just a plane movie, it’s about fighter pilots, which is so much cooler than just planes!”

steve had showed up to your door, begging you to see top gun with him. robin didn’t feel like going, claiming she was sick. “you are going to be the death of me, harrington.” you say, grabbing your jacket and pushing him out the door.

“you’re gonna love it, i promise.” he held out his pinky. “c’mon, pinky promise?”

locking your pinky finger with his, you laugh. “whatever you say. if i end up hating this you’re gonna pay for everything for the next movie night, that includes snacks, drinks, and the movie.”

“i always pay for the movie, perks of working at family video.” he winked. you fake gagged. 

“actually, i’ll pay for the movie. you can get everything else. you have horrible taste.”

steve began to drive, but took one hand off the wheel to hold it to his heart, “you wound me, bub! you are so evil.”

“i’m not the one who made us watch ghostbusters three days in a row.” you tease.

“oh c’mon, ghostbusters is awesome!”

“steve, it was so boring! i almost fell asleep all three times!”

steve gave you a look, “i’m telling the kids that you said that. be prepared.”

“you suck.”

steve knew it was all in good fun, “yeah, yeah, whatever. i’m sure you’ll like top gun better than ghostbusters.”

“and why is that?”

“tom cruise! every girl like tom cruise, right?”

you pause, “he’s... definitely alright.”

“am i better than tom cruise?”

regret filled your stomach as you answered, “somewhat.” steve smiled ear to ear. “oh god, i can see your ego inflating. i shouldn’t have said anything.”

steve just responded by turning the radio up. 

upon arriving at the theater, you could see a large group of people crowding in. 

“holy shit... i think we should’ve waited until you could rent it.”

“and miss out of the whole movie theater experience? yeah right!”

you hid your face, aggressively rubbing at your cheeks. “steve we’re gonna be packed in there like sardines!”

you both climbed out of his car, and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “it’ll be fine! i made sure to save the best seats in the house, so that’s gotta mean something right?”

“how’d you reserve seats?”

he winked, “i have my ways.”

“oh right, forgot about your harrington charm.” you tease

hugging you closer into his side, he whispered, “like it hasn’t worked on you.”

usually, the closeness wouldn’t bother you, but steve was a lot closer than usual. it made you feel funny on the inside. you couldn’t tell if it was good or not.

“in your dreams, harrington.”

the inside of the theater was insane. long lines to get drinks and popcorn, and an even longer line to the bathroom. “jesus...”

“hey, go get some popcorn while i get the tickets. remember, no butter!” he urged you towards the machine. 

“forgot you were a freak.” you mumbled to yourself. steve was a strange character, that’s for sure. 

once he paid for the tickets, he made his way over to you. you were shaking slightly, thinking about the amount of people probably crowded beyond belief. he noticed this, putting a hand on the small of your back. “it’ll be alright, just focus on the movie.”

“yeah, focus on dumb planes...”

“dumb planes.” he repeated to himself, then chuckled. “you love it! i pinky promised, remember?”

“whatever, harrington.”

the inside of the room wasn’t that packed, definitely not shoulder-to-shoulder, but still enough people to make you uncomfortable. 

steve was right, he did reserve the best seats in the house. they were in the very back, two empty seats.

previews were already playing, your favorite part. 

“oh my god, we have to see that!” you exclaimed at every trailer. steve just laughed, but he knew you would end up dragging him to see every single one. he wouldn’t complain, anything with you was fun.

this was undoubtedly the loudest theater you’ve ever been in. as soon as “TOP GUN” showed up on screen, everyone cheered. they cheered for every actor, and started clapping when danger zone by kenny loggins started playing.

steve was one of those people, cheering at everything. although you thought the opening sequence was a little long, it made steve happy, so you didn’t mind. 

“ghostrider is such a sexy name for a plane.” steve whispered to you. it made you laugh.

as the movie progressed, you couldn’t help but enjoy it. “okay, it’s not a dumb plane movie.” 

“see!” steve said all too loud, then quieter. “i told you, fighter pilots top everything.”

goose had become your favorite character already.  

“oh my god...” you whispered at the volleyball scene.

“oh, so you like oily guys playing volleyball? noted.” steve whispered. if it wasn’t so dark in the theater, he would’ve made fun of your blush. the thought of steve playing volleyball, shirtless, entered your mind. you shook your head slightly. 

steve noticed your mind was somewhere else. he smiled to himself. 

as soon as the lights turned back on, you were in awe. it was actually a really good dumb plane movie. steve seemed to love it too, although he was staring at you. 

you gave him a puzzled look, “what?”

“so... good?”

you hit his shoulder, starting to get up. “yeah, whatever. it was good. i can’t believe i cried so much at goose’s death. that was extremely fucked up of them.”

he nodded, “agreed. what do you say we go on a little drive? i’m not too keen on going home yet.”

you understood what he meant. his parents weren’t home, and unlike other teens, he didn’t like to be alone. the house was all too big and all too quiet. it scared him.

“of course, butt-muncher.” you laughed.

“butt-muncher? that’s new.”

“it’s your call sign, i’ve just made it up.”

“ha ha. very sweet of you, bub, but i think i deserve something a little cooler than butt-muncher. maybe something along the lines of maverick, maybe iceman?”

getting back into his car, you looked over at him with a strange look on your face. “so you just wanna steal the ones from the movie? why not be original? butt-muncher is original and funny.”

“whatever you say, ass-hat.”

“wow, that was a low blow, butt-muncher!” you and steve both laugh.

steve started the drive, driving down roads you had never seen before, allowing you to see a different side of hawkins than you were used to. 

you two sat in silence for what seemed like forever, although it was only 15 minutes. 

steve broke the silence. “i’d be a good fighter pilot, right?”

“you’re telling me that you, steve harrington, would fly a fighter jet?” you ask and he nods. “i don’t believe that. i mean, sure, you’d look good doing it, but the thought of you flying something is so funny.”

“i’d look good doing it?” steve felt weird. a good weird, but hearing that you think he would look doing something was strange. he felt happy. maybe, just maybe, you felt the same way. 

steve was good at hiding how he felt. all of his touches, though wanting to be more than friendly, weren’t seen as that. they were just little pieces of affection that only friends would do. his flirting was taken as a joke, but it wasn’t. 

“you look good doing everything.” you say in a small voice. and he did. he looked good in that moment, driving with one hand, glancing over at you every so often. “steve? you good over there?”

he shook his head. his attention was frozen on the road for a little bit, unresponsive. “what? oh yeah, i’m totally fine. tubular even.”

“you are so stupid.” you laugh. 

“oh but you love me.” he teased. 

“yeah, i do.” you admitted. you were best friends, you had said you loved the other one before. there was something different about this time, though. steve felt it, and you certainly felt it too.

the car fell into a comfortable silence, the sound of the engine the only thing in the air. steve had the radio so low it was almost silent. you couldn’t tell what was on. 

“what did you think of the piano scene? great balls of fire.”

steve looked to you, catching your eyes. his ears were red. “i liked it. i liked the i laughed at love ‘cause i thought it was funny bit.”

“you think love is funny?” you ask. you hoped he hadn’t taken it the wrong way. 

“eh, it’s confusing for sure.”

the atmosphere was awkward, so you decided to make it less awkward. or maybe, a little more awkward. you wanted steve to smile again. 

“but you came along and you moved me honey.” you sang, incredibly off-key and loud. you had a twang in your voice, trying to make steve laugh. it worked.

“i’ve changed my mind,” he yelled, tapping on the steering wheel. “this love is fine.”

“goodness gracious, great balls of fire!” you said simultaneously. 

you two had broken out into song, singing the entire thing as if you hadn’t heard it for the first time earlier that day. there was no music, nothing to keep you in the rhythm. you two created it for yourselves.

your eyes were closed, too caught up in singing to notice the car was parked. steve was still singing with you, just quieter. he was admiring you. you looked so peaceful in his eyes, in your element. he loved you.

as you neared the end of the song, you turned to steve. he was quiet. “you look weird.” you say.

he was taken aback. “what?”

“you’re all red. i think you were singing too hard.” you laugh. he was singing too hard, but he wasn’t red for that reason. “c’mon.”

he had driven to his house, figuring it would be more bearable to be there if you were with him. 

you got to the door before him. when he went to unlock it, his hands were shaking. “did you eat too much candy, harrington?”

“what?” he looked to his hands, running one through his hair to ease the shakes. “yeah, uh... yeah.”

you thought he was being really strange, stranger than steve normally was. he was weird the whole day. 

steve was quiet as he led you to his room. you spent many summers laying on his floor. he had air conditioning, and hawkins heat was killer. “hey, so... i was wondering-” you started. 

“take my breath away. that song in the movie? reminded me of you.” 

the confession was rushed, steve seemingly regretting it as he began to mess with papers on his desk. “oh yeah? it reminded me of tom cruise. he takes my breath away.”

“seriously? i basically just told you i liked you and you mention tom cruise?” he sounded hurt, but then he started laughing. you worried you actually hurt his feelings.

“okay, skipping over that confession, remember when i said you were better than tom cruise? yeah.”

“oh.”

“i like you too, butt-muncher.”

steve suddenly felt very hot, and very unstable, like he would fall down if he stood any longer. he flopped onto the bed. “i don’t know what came over me to say that.”

“so you don’t like me?”

he was quick to correct himself. “no! no, i uh, i definitely do. i just don’t know what possessed me to say it so... weirdly, i guess?.”

you laughed, sitting next to him. “i don’t know either. you are strange and weird.”

“well, you like strange and weird me, so.”

“that i do.”

“can i kiss you?” usually steve would be less nervous kissing someone, but it was you. his best friend, who he just found out felt the same way. 

you nodded your head, too stunned to think of something witty. 

the kiss felt normal, like you two were made to be together. it was beyond nice. your hand found his neck, touching the hair there. 

the kiss was short, but left you breathless. “whatcha thinking ‘bout?” steve said. he was still oh so close to your face. you almost couldn’t speak, but alas, you found words. 

“tom cruise playing volleyball.”

“oh you suck, you are even more evil than i thought.” he teased, leaning in to kiss you all over your face. 

the whole time, you replayed take my breath away by berlin. steve took your breath away.

[nothannuh]

actually insane that “your stupid nerd stuff” has 200+ notes… glad people are liking it :)

[nothannuh]

your stupid nerd stuff

pairing; steve harrington x fem!reader [wc 1.8k]

warnings; steve is mean to you in one part... but only for a little bit, swearing, friends to lovers, fluff, pet names (stevie, bub), not edited :), mention of hellfire but no other season 4 stuff

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“oh, before we go in i should tell you something.”

you and steve were waiting in his car outside the diner. he had asked you if you wanted to hang out with him after school. you agreed of course. steve was your best friend.

“what’s up?”

“i’m also meeting a girl here. linda, you know her.”

“oh. why’d you ask me to come then?” you laughed, but it didn’t reach your eyes. steve didn’t notice.

he shrugged. “i thought you guys could become friends. i really think she might be the one.”

you rolled your eyes. “every girl is ‘the one’, steve.”

“i can drop you off at your place if you don’t wanna go in with me, i don’t mind.”

“no, i’m alright. i’ll be civil, i swear.” your parents weren’t home, meaning the house would be painfully silent. it was no fun, and you liked hanging out with steve. you could just ignore the girl, it would be easy.

as you walked in, you immediately saw linda. her blonde hair was permed, and poofed up higher than steves. you had to stifle a laugh.

steve led you to the table, hand on the small of your back. it was a normal gesture, but it always made your heart speed up. he sat with linda, leaving you to the other side, alone.

“hi, stevie!” linda exclaimed, getting out of her seat to hug him. “and you.”

“y/n.” you say, paying no mind to the fact that she used your nickname for him.

“right. how was your day, steve?”

steve smiled, “good, actually. just hung around with the kids today. how was your day?”

“the kids! i forgot you babysat. that’s so sweet of you!” if you looked closer, linda probably had hearts in her eyes. “i hung around with my girlfriends. you should come to one of our nights, y/n!” her enthusiasm was clearly fake. you and steve both knew that he didn’t babysit the kids, you were all good friends.

“oh, i don’t know. doesn’t really sound like my thing.” you gave a smile, as to say ‘i’m sorry’.

“then what is your thing?” she was moving closer to steve, most likely placing her hand on his thigh. you almost gagged.

“i play dungeons and dragons with the kids.” you knew she was playing dumb. her and her friend group had always picked on you and hellfire. steve didn’t know about her picking on you and the kids.

“oh right! that’s so funny!” you have her a puzzled look. “oh, y’know, because hellfire’s a cult.”

“hellfire is not a cult, linda.” you said sternly.

you turned to steve, hoping he would say something, especially because dustin, mike, and lucas were in the club. he just looked away.

“whatever you say, it is very strange how you guys play a kids game, though.” she scoffed. she had a look on her face that said, why is this strange girl in a cult club even in the same booth as us?

you two were not getting along well.

“hi there, are you guys ready to order yet?” the waitress cut the awkward silence.

steve and linda ordered. “i’m not hungry.” you said once the waitress turned to you.

linda has gotten a milkshake for her and steve to share. the thought of it almost made you throw up.

steve knew you were hungry because he heard your stomach growl on the way over. still, he didn’t say anything. he didn’t pay any attention to you. his eyes only on linda and her big hair and chunky bracelets. they would jingle every time she moved her hands, which was a lot.

it was weird to see steve so invested in what she was saying. she didn’t like movies, she didn’t like the music you two listened to, and she loved to party. steve wasn’t much of a partier anymore, and for good reason. last party he went to, things didn’t end well.

if it was just you guys, you and steve would’ve talked about the most recent hellfire campaign and how dustin nearly fucked it all up for the group. you wished it was just you and him.

you were silent for most of the time, obviously a third wheel. you focused on the music playing in the back, someone putting coins in to replay a certain song over and over again. before you knew it, they were ready to leave.

“y/n, we’re leaving. taking linda home, too.”

linda was already out the door. “i think i’m just going to walk home.”

“what? it’s freezing out, i’m not letting you walk home.”

“i live a couple blocks away, i can make it. plus, i just need some fresh air right now. i feel sick.” you said. not sick as in ‘i’ve caught a cold and have a stuffy nose’, but as in ‘i feel so annoying and awful and just need alone time’.

steve wouldn’t budge. “no, i’ll take you and linda home and we can go back to my place and watch a movie. i’ve had your favorite hiding in my closet. i stole from family video for you.”

you almost broke down at the last sentence. “no, steve. you can go party with linda or whatever she likes to do. i’ll just walk home.”

“hey, y/n-” he started, but you were already out of the door.

linda was sitting on the hood of his car, fixing her lipstick and checking she looked good in her little handheld mirror. “y/n.”

you turned to look at her. “what?”

“i don’t know why steve likes you, you’re clearly a freak.” she teased in a low voice so steve wouldn’t hear. he was far behind you, having left the diner a little bit after you.

it was cold. you turned, your face directly in the breeze. “thanks.” you said simply.

walking farther away from the diner, you heard linda yell for steve, using your nickname for him. it made you so unbelievably angry.

it’s just a couple blocks, you told yourself. i can make it, i won’t freeze and die.

though, you wondered if steve would even care if you froze to death, or if he would be too infatuated with linda to notice.

your face was frozen, and your nose was probably going to fall off soon. you hadn’t even noticed the tears falling from your eyes. you hated crying, and you hated that steve had made you cry.

after years of friendship, he never noticed the way you looked at him. he never noticed how you would drop everything and help him if he needed. the thing that sucked the most about it, the kids knew. they all wanted you to admit your feelings for him. although they always said he felt the same, you knew he didn’t. the way he looked at you screamed,_ this is my friend and my friend only._

it hurt, the fact that he loved you in a different way than you loved him.

upon reaching your house, the lights were off and there was no car in the garage. you were home alone, once again. usually if you were home alone, steve would come rushing over with food and a movie. he knew what it was like to be alone for hours on end. it was not fun.

unlocking the door, you sighed and flopped onto the couch. it was warm and cozy. you wished steve was here.

you didn’t stop crying until you fell asleep.

when you woke up, your face was puffy and swollen. “i hate crying.” you mumbled.

what you didn’t expect was a knock on your door. according to the clock on the wall, it was 7 am. no one in your group would be up this early on their own accord.

opening the door, you were greeted with dustin. he would definitely not be up this early unless something was wrong. “dustin? why are you here so early?”

he was out of breath. “it’s steve, something happened! you need to come quick.”

you looked behind him, seeing he brought two bikes with him. “oh my god, okay, give me a second.”

you put on your shoes, dustin grabbing your hand to pull you towards the bike. you rode to steve’s house as fast as you could, thinking the worst had happened to him.

“i’ll wait out here, he just really needs you right now.” dustin explained, leaning the bike on the kickstand. 

you almost laughed at the thought of steve “really needing” you. nevertheless, you knocked on his door.

he opened it and immediately pulled you inside. “steve, wha-”

“i’m so sorry. i’m so sorry, i don’t know what came over me last night, i was really shitty and shouldn’t have let you walk home alone. you’re probably sick now or something and i really hate that i did that.” he was ranting. you couldn’t do anything but stare. 

“steve, it’s alright.” you didn’t want to say it was alright, because he had made you feel bad, but you felt awful. 

“no! it’s not alright, i fucked up and i understand if you won’t wanna be my friend anymore it’s just... i can’t lose you, y/n.” he was breathing heavily and his eyes were watering. 

you stepped closer, pulling him into a hug. it felt nice, for the both of you.

 “i just really love you and i can’t believe i was so stupid and an asshole last night.”

you froze. “you what?”

“oh c’mon, wasn’t it obvious? i’ve loved you for a long ass time, bub.”

you shakily laughed, “it was definitely not obvious, harrington.”

the more steve thought about it and he agreed, he was awful at letting his true feelings show. it was even worse that he constantly had other girls at his side. “no, you’re right. god i hate that you’re right.”

you both laughed. it felt weird to laugh with him. he was so close, you could almost feel his heart beating. “i’m always right.”

with that, he kisses your cheek. once you laugh, he starts to place little kisses around your whole face. soon, you both are a mess. he looks up, “is this alright?”

you nod, not saying a word. he kisses you. you had to remind yourself to breathe and that this wasn’t a dream. “i love you.” he says, then kissing you again. it’s a repeating process. 

“i love you too, stevie.” you tease.

“shut up, nerd.” he wouldn’t admit it, but he almost threw up when linda called him stevie. it was reserved for you, and only you.

“oh, so now you like nerds? wow, steve harrington, you are full of surprises.” you laugh. in the back of his mind, he would love to learn how to play dungeon and dragons with you and the gang. he would love to get closer to you all like that. he would love to be a nerd with you.

“i’ve always loved nerds. i love listening to you talk about all of your stupid nerd stuff, nerd.”

“i hate you.” 

you loved him.

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okay... i had this idea before i fell asleep and i tried to write it MULTIPLE TIMES and it never ended up like how i imagined it being so sorry for that, this is the best you’ll get <3

[nothannuh]

bucket list

pairing; tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

warnings; they are just.. so in love, established relationship, fluff, pet names (bugboy, bub, love, pretty girl), mentions of sky diving, sharks, shitty writing (let me know if i need to add anything)

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“i’m going skydiving.” you announce. 

“mm, is that so?” peter mumbles. he was laying on your chest, arms tightly wrapped around your waist. he was getting pins and needles. 

you weren’t fond of heights. saying you’d go skydiving made you sound cool and confident.

“yes. not now, of course. but i definitely will.”

“is this something on your bucket list?”

you nodded, although he couldn’t see. 

“i also want to see sharks. go in one of those metal tanks and get dropped in the ocean.” you were only half lying, you didn’t like the ocean. “actually, i wouldn’t go into the ocean, but i’d look at them from a boat.”

peter hummed again, “figured. the ocean is scary. i’ll take you to go see sharks, bub.”

“will you take me across the country? i want to see all of the national parks. go to all of the hard rock cafes.”

it was unreasonable, you knew that, but you could dream. “sure i’ll take you. we’ll rent one of those huge RVs and go to every state. anything for you.”

you leaned down to kiss his head, “do you have anything on your bucket list?”

“meet the president, probably.”

“love, you’re spiderman. you could probably just go to the white house and request to see him.” you laughed.

peter shook his head, his nose rubbing against you. “no, too tired actually.”

this was the first time in almost a month that you two had gotten a chance to sit and relax together. your tight work schedule and peter’s nightly patrols taking all of his energy, you were usually asleep when he came home, or vice versa. 

“i’d like to see the grand canyon before i die.” he said. “it seems peaceful.”

“i’ll take you. we can trade off, you take me to sharks and i’ll take you to the grand canyon.”

peter takes out a hand, shaking yours. “deal. only if you let me swing us in the canyon.”

“okay, that there is a deal breaker, bugboy.” you laugh. “no heights for me.”

“what about skydiving? that requires being high up right? hence ‘sky’diving?”

“eh, i don’t think anyones ever completed everything on their bucket list. it’s just one of those things that sounds fun but i would never do it.”

peter didn’t say anything. you figured he was finally falling asleep. you had your hand in his hair, which he loved. 

a couple minutes had passed, and you too were falling asleep. 

waking you from your almost sleep, peter blurts out, “i’m going to write a book.”

“’bout what?”

“you. my pretty girl.”

his head was right on your chest, though you were still hoping he couldn’t hear the way your heart sped up. it was going to burst out of your chest. “what? what’d i do?”

“you’re you. i would write about everything we did together, like if we go across the country i’ll write about it. i’ll write about how you save me. i’ll write about you being a hero.” he was tired, you could hear it in his voice. 

you almost had no words, managing to get out a simple, “you’re mixing me up with you.”

he shook his head again, looking up into your eyes, “no, you are my hero. you save me when i get beat up, you listen to me, you love me.”

you stopped breathing. “it’s funny that you mention that, because you’re my hero, peter parker. not spiderman, although he’s okay.” you both laughed, “but you, peter, you’ve always been my hero, for so many reasons. being spiderman is just a bonus. ”

“ditch the entire bucket list, i want to write this book now.” he joked, but deep down he was considering writing about you, purely because he wanted the world to know how special you were. 

“can we co-write this?” you both laughed, then fell asleep. your hearts were full.

-

in the morning, neither of you forgot about the previous conversation. 

“i’m going to write the biggest book in the world about you. longer than the longest book.” you said, sternly. you had been in a joking argument about who would write the longest book. 

“did you know that i’ve loved you since i first met you? what was that, like since the first grade?”

you nodded, “yeah, you were extremely obvious.” you laughed and he hit your arm. 

“was not.”

“was too! it was painfully obvious, my friends would constantly beg me to ask you out!”

peter paused, “so you liked me then too?” you nodded. “why didn’t you say anything?”

“are you kidding? you were so cute, i couldn’t say anything!”

peter wiggled his eyebrows. “cute, huh?”

“oh shut up, you know you’re cute, parker.”

“yeah, whatever.” he slid behind you and kissed the top of your head. “but that proves my point, i would write the longer book because i could recall all of the times that you were oblivious to my feelings!”

you scoffed, “alright, but i’ve already drafted the first chapter right up here, in my noggin.” you pointed to your head. 

“better start writing it then, bub, before you forget it.”

you turned around, kissing him once, “take me to see sharks first.”

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i kind of hate this but!! it’s okay!! first little fic in a long time, so i guess it’s not completely horrible... right......

my brain is completely empty so i have no other prompts or ideas to write anymore <3

[nothannuh]

- introduction

my name is hannah (she/her), minor, and i started this little side blog to write about stuff im currently obsessed with!

i’ll probably mostly write for tasm!peter parker, steve harrington, eddie munson, and matt murdock because... brainrot...

i will not write smut. i am happy to take requests for anything but smut though! mostly because my little brain cannot come up with prompts most of the time!! 

i’ve only written a few fanfictions and that was such a long time ago, which means i’ll probably be rusty! but thats okay! this will be a chance for me to get better :)))