#this is A Joke but also i’m dead serious

[bower-quinn]

Where you are is home

Steve x Reader - Fluff, friends to lovers, modern!au Steve is your best friend, but what if... purely hypothetically... you feel more?

The sun over Hawkins hadn’t set yet, but golden light was already creeping through the leaves of the old trees behind the trailer park. You were sitting on the hood of Steve’s BMW – the one he somehow still drove, even though you regularly laughed about how it was basically a moving joke by now.

“Do you think your car will die on its own someday, or do I have to take care of that?” “Disrespectful,” Steve said, chewing on a straw and giving you a mock-offended glare. “This is a classic.” “Classically rusty.” He gave you a playful punch on the arm, and you let out an exaggerated sound, just to grin right after. “You’re such a baby,” he mumbled, leaning back against the windshield and closing his eyes. The wind blew a strand of hair into his face, but he didn’t move it.

That was the thing about the two of you: you didn’t have to say anything. You could be outside somewhere, between trees and chirping crickets, and just… be. You’d been best friends for two years – ever since you’d slipped him chips under the bench during a boring school play. He hadn’t really left your side since. The rumors that you were his latest fling had faded quickly. Like a boring song no one hums anymore. Over time, your friendship had only grown deeper.

He’d taken you on late-night drives, helped you forget your idiot ex (“I almost punched him.” “Come on, Steve, you would've broken your hand!” “But with dignity!”), and you’d helped him write his college applications (“I’m not a college guy.” “You’re just lazy!” “Exactly my point!”) And every time the world felt like too much, one of you was always there. Always.

“Remember when you fell asleep in the kitchen ‘cause you tried to make spaghetti at 3am?” “That was a tactical power nap,” Steve mumbled. “I was waiting for the water to boil.” You laughed – rough and honest. Steve looked at you briefly – just for a moment – but something in his eyes lingered.

“What would I be without you,” he murmured. You felt a lump in your throat. “Probably dead. Or still a terrible cook. A terrible cook with awful taste in music.” “I have fantastic taste in music.” “Steve, your playlist is just Foreigner. Nothing else.” “Romantically speaking, that’s a stroke of genius.” “Romantically speaking, it sucks.”

More laughter. More closeness. And when his head leaned on your shoulder, there was no thunderclap. No explosion. Just a warm, quiet feeling: You loved him. Like a best friend. But also… more.

A few days later, you were sitting with Steve on the roof of his garage. An old wooden ladder, a picnic blanket, two cans of Coke, and a rusty Bluetooth speaker. Your little, crooked paradise.

“Is it sad that this is the highlight of my weekend?” he asked. “No,” you said. “I’m here too.” He grinned – that half-serious grin that hurt if you looked at it too long. “You know you’re irreplaceable, right?” “Obviously,” you replied. “Were you about to confess your undying love?” “God forbid.” A pillow hit your arm. “Robin would’ve declared her eternal love by now. She’s more romantic. And smarter!” “Hey! I successfully built an IKEA cabinet today.” “Steve… I was there. You put the same screw in the wrong place. Twice. Twice, Steve.” “Artistic interpretation!”

Laughter. Deep breaths. Silence.

“You know…,” he suddenly began, “sometimes I feel like I’m missing something. I haven’t dated anyone in over a year. I just want to hang out with you.” You looked at him. “Would you rather go back to dating Cynthia?” “The one who called Chewbacca ‘the roaring bear’? I don’t think so.” You laughed loudly – one of your favorite memories. You’d never forget Steve’s face.

“You need a girlfriend who knows the difference between Star Trek and Star Wars.” “Yeah,” he said softly, leaning closer. “I think I like this. With you. You get me. You know me.” You placed your hand on his. Nothing big. Just… exactly right. His eyes wandered to your face and stayed there.

“You’ve got something,” he whispered, brushing your cheek with his thumb. “Eyelash. Make a wish,” he murmured. “I did.” “What was it?” “If I tell you, it won’t come true.” His gaze flickered. “What if I wished for the same thing?”

There it was. A moment. One second. Two. Three. And it passed. Neither of you made the first move. But still, something had changed. The spark that had only lived inside you was suddenly outside, too. Every touch felt like lightning, and you could see it in his eyes – he felt it too.

Those big puppy eyes. So open. So honest. So vulnerable. And still, weeks passed. Weeks full of longing.

One night at his place. The world outside was quiet, but something inside both of you was boiling – something that had stayed silent too long. Steve looked at you – and in his eyes were the words he couldn’t hold in much longer. He’d never been good at hiding anything.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he said. “What do you mean?” “This... almost. This constant almost. Almost kissing. Almost saying how much I want you.” He stepped closer. “I can’t sleep. I only think about you.”

Your heart was racing. “I think about you too,” you whispered.

Then he pulled you into him – not gently. Not carefully. But like someone who’s been in love forever. His mouth found yours, hot and urgent, his hands on your back, under your shirt, pulling, searching – like he had to make sure you were real.

“I want you,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “Not just now. Every day.” Your fingers ran down his chest, your breath hot on his neck. His grip tightened. He looked at you, half speechless, half overwhelmed.

“You’re everything I want.” When his lips met yours again, there was no more doubt. Only desire – built up over weeks. Months of glances that had never dared to speak. Now, they were screaming. In every touch. Every move. Every trace of skin on skin.

You didn’t fall on each other. You fell into something that had always been there – and finally had the space to catch fire.

[timeacola]

F1 drivers ranked based on whether they fuck or not. Contructive criticism is welcome.

[slashervictim]

alright dead by daylight fandom. i need y’all to get on springtrap x chucky right now.

[invinciblevalentine]

atp i would snort reeve tuesti fic like cocaine.

if anyone knows any fics that put reeve through the blender like “Son” by She_sees_in_the_dark or “Through Another’s Eyes” by CorsairOriginal—

i need to see that man under enough pressure to make a diamond crack. For my health.

[strryhaze]

kennedy men don’t know how to sit still and look pretty anymore 😒

broke ppl should never laugh!

[daisyjay887]

I’m rewatching all the most recent vids starting from pizza mukbang 2 I’m on the sims makeover /apology video and can I just say justice for pancake pancakes????

like this fucking cat has faced so much neglect over the years

like as a kitten she sat outside for DAYS because she was too small to climb the pancakes stairs. They just abandon her at museums and go “oh it’s okay she can figure it out” like I’m not a sims expert but I think it’s safe to say that it’s a fucking miracle this cat has survived cause the nine lives are running extra short rn

What prompted this post was that they just left her to run around in the city???At least she is ok now but JESUS CHRIST TAKE CARE OF YOUR VIRTUAL CAT. PLEASE

[vivillainous]

can i be cheesy for just a moment and say how much i love these two? for all BG3’s faults (it has many, particularly with how it deals with black/nonwhite characters but i’ll discuss that in a separate post), i’ve never felt this connected to a sapphic romance in a game like, ever.

the progression of tav’s relationship with SH is something so dear to me. watching this woman who’s been abused for the better part of 40 years slowly open herself back up the world and trust someone….

i could write dissertations. essays. books. all about shadowtav. specifically wlw shadowtav.

i’ll post headcanons about valeris/shadowheart if the mood ever takes me. i just… think about them forever. always. my favorite butchfemme couple

[faerygardens]

I know this is being talked about w the qsmp but personally I think all twitch-centric smps should have server-wide mass banning systems, I think if you don’t know how to behave appropriately in one member’s chat it means you lose the privilege of being allowed in any member’s chat, I think this should be the standard and I do genuinely believe it has the potential to somewhat curb harassment and bigotry fandom-wide

[crippled-peeper]

30,000lbs of Dino chicken nuggets recalled. what a cruel universe

[mappingthesky]

pj on the pitstop on the uneventful episode which included the romance between gottmik and vanjie = a very very very minuscule but not totally impossible chance that trix asks pj about her and nymph’s romance OH I FEEL SICK

ohhhhhhh ur so right for this… trixie asking pj about on screen romances since she has firsthand experience… asking her what she knows about hooking up with a castmate…. i can literally see it now

[lemonadetartyellow]

Love how Ed doesn’t have a scene in the finale that doesn’t involve Oswald in some way. Glad to see the writers acknowledge how Ed should be written: like three steps above your average female character that only seems to exist to be a love interest for a male character.

[guac-the-joaqu]

Lmaoooo I just got recommended an older clip on YouTube of Connor getting cross checked in the face by a c***ck’s player. Delayed karma???

[velociraptorsaurusrex]

i dont think enough of you are considering the fact that dennis probably listens to air supply

[basically-an-anime-stan-acct]

When someone tells you to stop buying manga

How disappointed I am. So very, very disappointed.

And yes, I used a manga panel to get my point across. 😂🫡

[misfit-crew]

I fully support the UPS strike. I want these people to be paid 500 dollars an hour just so they can manhandle my packages and turn the contents into a fine powder. That’s what the lord intended. Ashes to ashes my friend

[monster-mashed]

i find these reactions so interesting because it’s like a joke/observation more than anything. i literally have not seen a single person pretend to be stupid, act like men don’t think about things like poetry & literature, or imply that women are too stupid to know anything about history. at the most, just i’ve seen people try n figure out what’s the “thing” that’s generally on girls’ mind all the time if there is such a thing that exists in a similar fashion and that’s like it. i’m not sure it implies much more than that though. like, take it on a case by case basis im sure some people will take it to a misogynistic place but from what i’ve observed most people are just having fun with it. it’s interesting you bring up girl dinner because i think it suffered a similar criticism despite it also just being a silly joke that was not meant to be taken to mean anything beyond “sometimes i’m too tired to make dinner so i eat the ingredients of dinner separately and call it girl dinner” and then people tried to take a step further by saying it’s unhealthy, bad, glorifying eating disorders etc. when it wasn’t really doing any of those things. like yeah it’s important to be self reflective and critical but with that also comes the understanding that sometimes thoughts are shallow. idk whatever. that’s how i feel about it anyways.

i don't understand the recent "how often do men think of the roman empire" trend. one of the most well-known recent academic and popular historians of the roman empire is a woman, mary beard. why do this? it isn't cute or funny if you think about the implications for more than five seconds