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this paints a relationship w eddie so well 🥺 the way this FEELS SO CANON 🫶🏼 em i luv your writing i swear

Fluffy Alphabet: Eddie Munson

This isn’t me procrastinating on my WIPs I swear…also if you guys ever want a Steve version lmk–

Fluffy Alphabet link here

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Moonstruck

Synopsis: Eddie finds out you punched someone in the mouth, only to realize it was on his behalf.

Reader is female!

A/N: “Didn’t you just post the fluffy alphabet–” Yes. Listen when I get inspired I need to write the idea or it all down…

Lmk if you want to become apart of the taglist!

I got a bit inspired after reading @luveline ’s works. Check them out they are incredible!

Word count: 1.1k

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Dustin: are any of you straight ?

Robin:

Nancy:

Jonathan:

Argyle:

Steve:

Eddie:

Lucas:

El:

Max:

Will:

Mike: *raises hand slowly*

Will: *grabs Mike's hand, interlocks their fingers and brings it back down*

OR

Mike: *raises hand slowly*

Will: *walks in* hey, everyone

Mike: *lowers hand slowly*

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˚⁎⁺˳ . RULES AND REGULATIONS! ˚ ༉˚‧₊

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬;

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this blog is a safe space for everyone <3 hate of any kind will not be tolerated and will result in being perma-blocked.

bigots, racists, homophobes, and all those things are not welcome here.

as long as you’re nice and friendly, i’d love to engage with you! <3

anons are more than welcome, just please don’t use your anonymity as a means to send hate towards me or anyone else on this site.

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬;

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i do not write the following: rape or noncon, anything involving sexualization of minors (whether it be a character or the reader themself). male/amab reader (just because i am a woman myself and i feel more comfortable writing for fem/afab readers!) i will however try my best to assure that i write gn readers (except for wlw reader inserts, e.g. robin buckley x reader fics!)

never ever ever should my work be copied. plagiarized, or published anywhere by anyone else. just don’t steal, please!

requests are open always unless stated otherwise!

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your honor, i am a steddie truther 

they kissed imo

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“I won’t."

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He nearly did.

HELPP?? IDK WHY THAT WAS SO FUNNY TO ME but that made me giggle  10/10 bestie the way this felt like i was reading a well-written novel !! this fic makes me believe that eddie would definitely rest his elbow on the reader if they were shorter

Lost & Found

Synopsis: Taking place after the events of season 4, Eddie is still wanted despite the gates splitting open half of Hawkins. In order to prevent him from being arrested, you offered to drive him to your vacation house in Nashville, Indiana. Though, being there forced you to confront your own demons.

Word count: 9.3k

TW: Season 4 spoilers ahead!

A/N: Hey y'all, I’m very proud of this. This fic has been my baby and one of the biggest projects I’ve ever worked on. I hope you enjoy it!

This fic is entirely based off this Stephen King quote from IT: “Calling it a simple schoolgirl crush was like saying a Rolls-Royce was a vehicle with four wheels, something like a hay-wagon. She did not giggle wildly and blush when she saw him, nor did she chalk his name on trees or write it on the walls of the Kissing Bridge. She simply lived with his face in her heart all the time, a kind of sweet, hurtful ache. She would have died for him.”

I would also like to tag these lovely individuals, who cheered me on and supported this fic from day one: @flamingo-writes​ , @inaflashimagine​ , @gonuclear​

The car ride had been long. You offered to drive, knowing you were in a better mental state and the idea of Eddie driving your car made you nervous. He was known for his reckless driving habits, and while you wanted to trust Eddie with many things, some things were off the table.

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 𓈒 ࣭˚⁎⁺˳ . MASTERLIST ⸼ ۫ 𓏸 ✿

here you will find a library of links to all of my works!  [ please do not plagiarize, steal, or translate my works onto any other platforms.]

𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒!

key ; ✿ fluff, ❦ angst, ✓ suggestive, ♪ requested

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐒  ˖ ࣪✿

𝐩. 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

one-shots:

call me yours.  ♡ 

nickname shenanigans lead to a confession that has both you and poe speechless.  

series:

blurbs:

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒   ˖ ࣪✿

𝐞. 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

one-shots:

a bard and his fighter.  ☾  [wip]

excerpt:  "those devil bats really did a number on me huh? bastards rolled a nat 20... brutal fuckin' crit hit."

series:

blurbs:

vampire!eddie x vampire hunter!reader. 

𝐬. 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

one-shots:

series:

blurbs:

𝐫. 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲

one-shots:

the happiest place in the world. ♡ [wip]

you spend the day at disneyland with the person who make you the happiest.

series:

blurbs:

𝐧. 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫

one-shots:

series:

blurbs:

© 𝗳𝗹𝗲𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀. 2022 — kindly don’t copy, repost, or translate my works onto other platforms. ♡  

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i’m digging through my likes to put together a fic rec list!! ugh i wish tumblr had a way to organize likes :( this is lowk torture

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𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 | e.m

pairing || eddie munson x henderson!reader

summary || the words had slipped out in the heat of the moment, eddie's in love with his best friend; luckily for him you have a brother who can't keep his mouth shut for five second. it's the start of something eddie hopes will last forever. 

warnings || nothing besides a shit ton of fluff 

a/n || might turn this into a eddie x henderson!reader series so if you have a request for them, send them in :) also repost because it didn't show up in the tags.

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Eddie is more than thankful that the sight of you nearly losing your life, his best friend, had him spilling out his secrets in a rushed manner, the words falling from his lips in a frenzy; he couldn't lose you, he liked- no he loved you more than just a friend, that he had planned his future with you in more ways than one and that he was too scared to ruin this friendship with you over his silly feelings. 

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𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞! 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 & 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭! ♡

SHER BBY!! THANK YOU, LOVE 🥺🥺🫶🏼 that means sm coming from one of the prettiest moots out there

i hope you’re having a great day/night as well 💕 mwamwa

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I wanna be yours

gif by emziess!

Synopsis: You can’t figure out why Steve’s always ragging on the guys you like. (Steve wants to be your vacuum cleaner, breathing in your dust. He wants to be your Ford Cortina, he will never rust.)

Word count: 5.1K

Warnings: jealous Steve, cursing, entirely too much detail and one long, sweet kiss

a/n: (we’re going to pretend that Chrissy isn’t with Jason for the purposes of this fic, okay?)

The bell above the door to Family Video is rusted, burnt sienna with streaks of tired ochre and tarnish.

Having suffered through several, sweltering Indiana summers, it’s a wonder that it’s still able to chime at all. The clapper within it should have long since oxidised, coated with sticky humidity and wet heat.

It does, however, and you’re bathed in cool air as you enter the establishment. The sweat beading the back of your neck stills, and you huff a sigh of relief, sneakers hitting hardwood as you head for the counter.

Steve’s fiddling with the Fast Times display when you pass him.

“Do you ever do any work, Harrington?” You tease, slowing to a halt to greet him. The light catches his dreamy head of hair first, the brown in his irises as he looks up. It’s airbrushed gold, and transforms the deep hues into something softer, almost pastel.

“This is work,” Steve returns without missing a beat; he thoroughly enjoys your cat-and-mouse game, almost as much as he does you. “I’m analysing her bod — you know, in case someone asks me why they should rent the movie out. Need to be able to provide said patron with every, small detail — well, these two,” he gestures toward Phoebe Cates’ bikini top, “aren’t exactly small details, but —”

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Holy shit thank you for reblogging!! I've seen your blog around I'm honored <3 (I'm storiesthatneedtobewritten this is my main bdbbdnd)

HELP THE WAS IM KICKING MY FEET RN!! this feels like i’ve been noticed by a celebrity i swear DJSJJDJS but thank you, lovely! i’m making it a point to reblog the fics i read bc ik it’s the way i can help the author 🥹🫶🏼

also i love your work sm?! and is that aku as your pfp? 🫢

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Letters To Munson

Synopsis: During the fresh years of high school, you pinned for your best friend. Years later, he finds out in the most...unconventional ways.

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒

FLEUR or RIA. she/her. nineteen. cancer. infp. queer. psych major. big softie & klutz. star wars & marvel enjoyer. robin + nancy’s gf. eddie’s my babygirl <3  ﹆*｡

𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 

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my tags!  ⨾  #꒰♡꒱ fleur's soliloquies ! . #꒰♡꒱ love letters . #꒰♡꒱ fleur's fic recs . #꒰♡꒱ my writing

&   𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒

✿𝆬 ｡ ࣪  hello lovies! welcome to my little haven!! ♡ i don’t have a set post date and am sporadically writing, but i post fics whenever i find the time to complete them amidst my hectic schedule. 

  ࣪ ׅ⊹   i’m taking emoji anons and requests for stranger things characters! i don’t feel comfy writing full-on smut, but i’m fine with suggestive fics. i hope you all understand! however, i will write fluff and angst!

© 𝗳𝗹𝗲𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀. 2022 — kindly don’t copy, repost, or translate my works onto other platforms.   ♡ 

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my best friend’s first work!! AND IT’S HURT/COMFORT FOR ENA MY LOVE??!?? IMMA EAT THAT SHIT UP

Art of Containing Chaos.

Pairing: Reader x Ena Shinonome

Fandom: Project Sekai: Colorful Stage

Synopsis: Ena and you have a hangout at her house. Things go well until she starts painting, and you're unenviably tasked with accompanying her.

Disclaimer: Themes of angst with comfort.

Notes: This is my first time writing on tumblr, and my first time writing, well, anything in a long while. I love Ena Shinonome, and so thought it'd be a good idea to warm up with a short story.

"I could have sworn I left the right sized brush somewhere around here.." she rummages, you watch on.

"No, the lines in her hair shouldn't stroke this way." She scratches her head, looking a little more frustrated. You lay down, feet kicking the air and your head resting on your elbows.

"Ugh, the draft I made was so much better than this final take.." she puts down the brush, a frown envelopes her face, scrunches her cheeks and, for a split second, you could have sworn you saw stress marks on her forehead.

Being the oblivious non-artist type, you saw nothing wrong with her painting. Well, it'd would have been hard to even point out a mistake. It was of a faceless girl wearing a red dress with gold outlines, and a sea of yellow and red flowers behind her. Apart from the slightly disturbing lack of a face, it was beautiful. To Ena, however, you could tell there was..."room for improvement," and that was saying it lightly.

"Ena, what's wrong, exactly?" You question, sitting with your legs crossed while she paces the room, eyes fixated on the painting. She takes a small glance at you, back at the canvas, and sits down beside you, letting out a deep sigh and slouching, clearly dejected.

"I just, I don't know if it's pretty enough. Maybe I could have been more creative than to fill the background with flowers, and I could have added more details to such a simple dress.." Her hands cover her face, and yours give a sorely needed pat on the back.

"Isn't that the beauty of it?" You argue. "The simplicity of the dress contrasts the contained chaos of the flowers behind? Maybe if you just took a step back, you'll see how well it could pop."

She takes her face out of her hands, and gives you a puppy eyed look. It's adorable how welcoming she is to praise, you note. A smile creeps, but before she says anything, that ego of hers hold her pride back. "That's...a pretty simple-minded approach to a painting that I've been at for 3 hours, mind you." Huffing, she looks back at the painting, obviously trying to see it from your perspective. She stands up only to sit on that uncomfortable wooden stool, and continues to stroke away at the girl's details.

"Hey, this simple minded person's perspective is probably what you need right now." You counter, not even sure she's paying attention with her already starting on her work. "You're so dead set on perfection that you don't see beauty good enough to everyone else."

No good. She continues to mix and brush away, the brown hair resmbling her own. The intensity in her eyes has quickly built up to what it was before the short lived pep talk, and you sigh, resting your hand on your chin. "Ena, please, you don't have to push yourself so hard all the time--"

"Well, it may be good to you, but it sure as hell might be shit to me!" She has a sudden outburst. You're cut-off, stunned, flinching at how sharp her words could cut through the already intense air she's got around her. "I..I'm sorry. I can't settle for standards lower than mine or my old man." Her arm loses tension, barely gripping on the brush, and she puts the palette down. "Nothing's ever good enough for him..I'm never good enough for him.." she trails, a small tear running down her face. Whatever motivation she had to finish the painting, it was, seemingly gone. But you knew it was in there.

You gently come off of the bed, and you give her a warm, much needed hug from behind. Wrapping your arms around her small frame, she rests her head on your forearm. Ena was small, but, she never felt this small. "Ena, you're good enough to be you, and more than enough to me."

"Am I really?" She looks up to you, eyes begging for some affirmation to her devastation. "I can't believe I had to shout over some small, stupid painting.." she wipes the run-down tear on her cheek, and sniffles. "Even for me, it's too teen-angsty.."

"Yes, Ena. You are." You grip her a little more, giving her a safe space that both of you share for a brief, passing moment that feels like a warm, comforting forever. You could feel her quickening heartbeat start to slow, her tense muscles relax, her face lose stress through every exhale she took, and those closed eyes loosen and open.

"Let me finish this painting, and we can watch that anime before I log onto 25ji, okay?" She gently moves your arms off, and picks the pallete and brush back up, that intensity in her eyes replaced instead with that passionate determination you admired so much about her. The pursuit to make the most beautiful painting in the room. The drive to be better than all disappointment and expectation.

That, in essence, was the chaos that was Ena Shinonome. And you were glad to be her friend.

-v. ♡

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i gotchu it’s in the works at this very moment B)

no thoughts, just vampire!eddie and vampire hunter!reader

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THANK YOU SO MUCH OMG 😭😭 i just got home from a short trip to the beach and seeing this warmed my heart up so much oml ily

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒. | p. dameron

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒… nickname shenanigans lead to a confession that has both you and poe speechless.  

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆… poe dameron x gn!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓… 1.4k 

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄… fluffy soft!poe and a teeeeeny tiny bit of angst if you squint 

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐒… intended lower case, no use of y/n, english is not my mother tongue so please bare with my grammar, mentions of alcohol consumption.

— 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄… i’m honestly so sad and frustrated bc my doodoo pc decided to conk up on me. i lost 2 drafts of this already but issok! i just kept on rewriting KJSDSKAJD so anyway i birthed this baby right here after attempting to flesh out three other fics that basically came into existence the very same way (i get sidetracked a lot) sO here’s my actual actual first post on this blog! :] this was supposed to be a short drabble for poe bc i’m so soft for the man i swear, but apparently drabbles are 100 words only, so here have a short fic. i decided to dip my toes into writing for the very first time so please be kind

after a very eventful night of shared laughter and a little too much drinks in the cantina to celebrate another successful mission, you and poe head back to your shared room.

he punches in the code while you two huddle together, giggling like idiots over anything and everything, uttering jokes beneath hushed voices. the door closes with a soft ‘woosh’. you haphazardly kick your shoes off, detaching yourself from poe as he fetches himself a glass of water to drink.

you situate yourself on the couch while poe puts on some holodrama you two picked up at the night market from some nearby planet on your way back.

for some odd reason, you find yourself dwelling on the fact that you came to realise early on into the night that poe had a nickname for almost everyone on base but you! while he would address you by your name on most occasions or his second in command during missions, you’d hardly even call those nicknames.

which you, in your slightly drunken state of mind, decide to take offence to. because you of all people, his bestest friend in the entire galaxy, didn’t even have some sort of weird epithet associated with your name in poe’s book! blasphemous!, you decide.

“poe! why can’t you give me a nickname like you do with snap and beebs?” you huff out from your spot on the couch, pouting as you cross your arms and slump further into the fabric.

“huh?” poe mutters, confused, as he kicks off his shoes, placing them next to the rug “what do you mean?”

“call me something cute like best friends do, dammit!” you whine as poe laughs at your fit.

he ponders on it for a bit, a lightbulb going off in his head as he sports a wicked smile. “i have the perfect one,” he says as he plops right next to you, smushing himself into your side as he snickers.

the close proximity and warmth of his skin mingling with yours sends a comforting buzz down your spine. you eye up at him, quirking a brow expectantly as you wait in anticipation.

“an accident.” he exclaims as he guffaws, eyes crinkling as he flails in his seat, slapping his knee.

his laughter is all-consuming as you gawk at him and feign hurt, pressing your palm atop your chest where your heart would be. “poe!” you shriek, eyebrows furrowing as you slap his chest as he nudges your side, boisterous laughter sizzling down.

poe’s hand comes up to ruffle your hair, “i’m kidding, starshine.” he soothes, grinning ear-to-ear, eyebrows wiggling as he finally delivers your request. you roll your eyes as you chuckle.

“do you not like being called that, m'lady?” he asks in a haughty yet comical accent “or would ‘princess’ be more up your alley?” he teases, pretending to think harder as you gag at the endearment.

“hmmmm, what about ‘sugarplum’? ‘my adorable honey bunchkins’?” he continues, listing down a plethora of ridiculously annoying sobriquets, batting his eyelashes your way.

you visibly cringe, chuckling and as you shove his side lightly, the both of you erupting in a fit of giggles at his antics.

“maker, those are terrible, poe! your nickname game is absolutely horrendous.” you laugh out as he clutches his chest in mock-offense, playfully scoffing.

“okay ms. give-me-a-nickname, let’s see you give this a shot then!” he challenges, a smile still on his face.

“actually, i do.” you say matter-of-factly, readjusting yourself so you sit more comfortable next to him, the playful atmosphere settling down as you quiet.

poe waits earnestly for your answer, humming in affirmation as an unspoken sign for you to continue as he rests his head on top of yours.

“well,” you begin as you trail off, contemplating on your next set of words, you decide to take a leap of faith, using your drunken surge of confidence to your advantage. “i actually wanted you to call me yours.” you admit bashfully, voice growing quiet as you finish your sentence. you train your eyes on the random holodrama you two put on earlier, too scared to meet his gaze.

poe stills at your admission, completely sobering up as his mind fails to comprehend what you just said, while yours ran a mile a minute. you feel yourself shrink in embarrassment as you take in his supposed rejection.

‘stupid me! why would you even say that?’ you internally admonish yourself, blaming your horrid decision making skills on the alcohol running through your system.

you feel yourself grow self-conscious all of a sudden, the silence sobering you up as if someone poured a cold bucket of ice water on you.

you can’t help but succumb to your self-depreciative tendencies, internally beating yourself up over misinterpreting the situation. was he not flirting with you? kriffing hell, leave it up to you for reading friendly banter as something more. of course poe wouldn’t be interested in you like that.

but before you could wallow in self-pity for any longer, poe speaks up, snapping you out of your stupor.

“darling,” he starts, hooking his finger under your chin to bring your eyes up to face him, the eye contact making your heart race. your heart hammers loudly in your chest and for a second, you wonder if he could hear how he was making you feel. “you don’t know how long i’ve wanted to call you mine.” he admits breathlessly, capturing your lips in for a kiss shortly after.

his lips move in tandem with yours, practically melting into one another. he tastes faintly of the jet juice you two were dared to chug down hours earlier, notes of your strawberry lip smacker thrown into the mix.

his hand comes up to cup your cheek, the pad of his thumb rubbing small circles into your skin. you relax into his touch, melting like putty under his hands as he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. you can feel his breath fan your lips as he looks at you with newfound adoration, his skin tinged pink.

“poe…” your words die in your throat as you realize what he’s said, mind still hazy from the kiss.

“honey, if only you knew how i’ve been yours ever since you called me a hotshot flyboy.” he interrupts and his confession has you absolutely floored as you act before you think, pulling him in by the collar of his shirt for another kiss, one that spoke volumes as the onslaught of repressed feelings from over the years came crashing over you two like a broken dam.

breaking away, you two hold each other for a moment, relishing in the feeling of the other. a few beats of silence pass by before you speak up, “hey, poe..?” you call nervously, self-doubt festering in the back of your mind at how unbelievable this all seemed.

“yes, love?” he replies, a hand combing softly through your hair, fingers toying with a strand.

“is this another way of messing with me— loving me like this?” you ask, doubt evident in your voice as your insecurities gnaw at you.

looking up, your eyes catch his, his demeanor contrasts yours. his eyes alone spoke volumes of just how sure he was of you. you could hear confidence in the way he spoke.

“baby, unlike my jokes, my love for you is one of the only things i take as seriously as i do. i promise you, i’m not making fun of your feelings, i’m making your feelings valid.” he reassures you, and you scold yourself for even doubting him in the first place.

“i can’t believe it..” you whisper, looking up at poe with bright eyes, expression softening as your fear melts away.

“well you better believe it, shnookums. you’re stuck with my cute ass now.” he laughs, and you chuckle. “you’re insufferable, you know that?” you huff out in annoyance, a smile betraying your tone.

“oh, but you love me for it.” he says, as he looks at you with fondness reserved for you, and you alone.

“yeah-” you pause, trailing off as your smile grows, taking in his features— the way they’re looking at you as if you hung the moon and stars themselves, the way his eyes wrinkle when he laughs, and the freckles that ghost his cheeks from staying out flying in the sun for far too long. “yeah i do.” you breathe out, voice barely above a whisper.

“you are mine.” he says as he presses a kiss onto the top of your head, “as i am yours.” he finishes.

“i love you, flyboy.” you mumble as sleep lulls you in, comfortable in poe’s embrace. his warmth coaxes you further and right then and there do you decide that there’s nowhere else you’d rather be than with poe. your poe.

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