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raven-dor · 5 days ago

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um okay so this is literally PERFECT??!??? I’m freaking out-

“You think I’m pretty.”

“I think you’re beautiful.”

that’s gonna haunt me😭😭😭

hiii would you consider writing a a part 2 for “drunk call?” it was so so good

hiii absolutely i would! as a matter of fact…. here ya go! thank ya!!

hungover realizations 𓂃 bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary. when you wake up with a raging hangover, you’re met with the last two things you wanted to deal with - a splotchy memory and a call log that says you’d spoken to bucky last night. you just hope you didn’t say anything stupid

content warnings. fluff, hangovers, more pining, confirmation of mutual feelings, bucky being a flirt, bucky referring to r as ‘pretty girl’, him calling r beautiful, food (bacon, coffee), mentions of being drunk. not proofread

word count. 1964

drunk call 𓂃 part one

———

from the moment you woke up, you knew you’d done a little too much the night before, and it all started with a huge headache. your head felt heavy as you come into consciousness, sheets wrapped around you every which way. a deep groan bellowed from your chest at the feeling, reaching a hand up to your eyes to rub, your palm pressing against your eyelid. in that moment you’d felt a clump of mascara move against your skin.

it seemed you were only able to get yourself out of your clothes before you’d crashed into bed. you were in an old shirt of yours that reached halfway down your thighs and a pair of panties, something you only ever did when you were very tired. blindly, you started patting the squishy mattress around you in search of your phone. when you’d found it, you were quick to realize it wasn’t plugged it.

“of course,” you grumbled out, voice a little hoarse. your grip on your phone tightened as you prepared to open your eyes. the moment they started to flutter open, the vicious morning light assaulted your vision, causing another groan to bubble up. you let your eyes adjust, though you kept them squinted, turning to lay on your side, desperately removing yourself from the aggressive light coming from your window.

that’s when you’d flipped your phone over, turning it on to see the time firstly. it was a little after 9, and though it could’ve been worse, you still grumbled about it. your eyes flickered up to the top, a small red line at your batter indicating that it was nearly dead. trying your best to ignore the ache in your feet - what you assumed was from your heels -, you typed in your passcode to open your phone. what you saw next made your heart sink.

you’d called bucky last night.

it wasn’t the most absurd thing to call a friend or a teammate, you were prone to call friends from time to time while drinking. this was different. you don’t quite remember the end of last night, sometime around when your friend had left your memory became hazy. you don’t even really remember getting home. clearly, you’d made it safe, but how you’d managed that was beyond you. the only thing you were focused on remembering was why you’d called bucky and what you’d said to him during that conversation.

while you began thinking everything over, you decided it was best to finally take off your makeup from the night before. you were sluggish with the way you walked to your bathroom, stumbling over the heels you’d carelessly tossed onto your floor while you were changing. you pushed open the bathroom door, not caring to turn the light on as you searched for your makeup wipes.

you were rather harsh with the way you took your makeup off. your mind was elsewhere, you had much better things to worry about than being careful with yourself right now. the small garbage can you had sitting in your bathroom was overflowing, and you made a promise to yourself you’d fix it up after you had some coffee and something to eat.

after you’d cleaned your face up and brushed your teeth, you decided to put on some fresh clothes before you headed down in search of some food. you were rather cold, so you settled on a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, both baggy and comfortable on your body. with your nearly dead phone in hand, you began your trek.

when you’d opened your door, a missing piece from last night found its way back to you. you remember standing right there, arms wrapped tightly around bucky in an embrace, your weight almost fully leaning into him. you’d given him a thank you and a small compliment you cringed at the thought of. you must’ve called him to come pick you up. he is very reliable, so it makes sense. besides, with how much you seek him out sober, of course you seek him out when you aren’t.

your palm found its way to your eyes again, rubbing a lot more gently than before as you make your way towards the large kitchen for some food. the scent of fresh, warm coffee entered your senses as you neared. someone must’ve just made a pot, and you were so grateful they had. you were quick to search for a mug and some milk, happily fixing yourself up a cup. near the stove, you noticed there was a plate of crispy bacon, a plate in which had your mouth salivating simply at the sight of it. with the cup of coffee in your hand, you grasped ahold of two pieces - pieces that were, immediately, a little cold -, before stumbling towards a seat at the kitchen table.

it was abnormally quiet in the kitchen today. you assumed that, maybe, it was because of your late start. it was clear at least two others were up before you were, and you were sure the rest were, too. not that you were complaining, though, you liked the silence. especially since you were painfully hungover.

nibbling at a piece of bacon, you started thinking again about last night, particularly about the hug you’d given bucky. it was sweet of him to call you a cab back home, and even sweeter to help you to your room. that was, in fact, what you’d drawn from the situation. you hadn’t caught on to how exactly you’d gotten home yet. a nudge on your calf startles you out of your thoughts for only a moment, eyes darting down beneath the table to lock eyes with the culprit.

bucky’s cat, alpine, had found her way into the kitchen, desperately seeking some attention. you couldn’t help but coo at her, sitting down what bacon you had left next to your mug. your gentle hands found their way to the cat, picking her up slowly, bringing her up to your chest. you held alpine close to you, continuing to coo and gawk at her, a small smile on your face. all she did was purr and nuzzle into your warmth, staring up at you contently.

“hi baby girl,” you told her in a whisper, carefully caressing her white fur as you admire her. “so glad it’s you who’s keeping me company. everyone else is so loud.”

that’s how bucky found you this morning, cuddled up with his cat at the kitchen table. you hadn’t even noticed his presence, too preoccupied with giving alpine all sorts of attention. admiration was laced in every last inch of his face, everywhere from his gentle smile to his soft eyes. it wasn’t until he rounded closer to the table, his hands starting to fumble with the coffee pot that you’d realized he was there. for how big he is, he was awfully quiet sometimes. it startles you.

“if you keep spoiling her like that she’s gonna start expecting it out of me, too,” bucky quipped, shaking his head as he pours himself a cup of coffee. he never took his coffee with any milk, something you thought was utterly insane, so he’d found his way to the table quickly. bucky sat at the chair next to yours, leaning over to gently pet alpine, returning back to his coffee quickly.

“it’s what’s she deserves,” you whispered out, a smile still on your face as alpine shimmy’s slightly in your grasp. “it’s a shame you aren’t already spoiling her. no wonder she likes me so much.”

bucky simply let out a huff of air for a laugh, shaking his head again in slight disbelief. he watched the way you leaned down to place a kiss against the cats head, watching the way she purred at the affection.

it fell silent after your words, and usually you wouldn’t mind it. this morning, however, you wanted that silence to be filled. you had some questions for him, some worry in the your chest that you’d bothered the man last night, or maybe scared him off a little. you couldn’t have that. you couldn’t love with that.

“hey bucky?” you asked, eyes flickering up at him, only briefly looking at him before you turned your attention back to alpine. he hummed out a ‘yeah’, his own eyes finding their way back to you again. “i saw that i called you last night, and i honestly cannot remember what i said. i actually can’t remember much of anything from last night. can you fill me in, please?”

you were desperate to remember. god, you really hoped you didn’t make an ass out of yourself. and, as if it was the most casual thing in the world, bucky told you without any hesitation.

“you just needed a way home. you called me and asked if i could walk you back, so i did,” he spoke, shrugging his shoulders. your eyes finally met for the first time since he’d sat down at the table. you saw the way he looked at you, the soft expression he had on his face was adorable.

“you walked to the bar and back just to get me home?” you gawked, both eyebrows raising in surprise. you were beginning to remember now, a memory of his arm wrapped casually around your waist, guiding you through the streets of new york.

you remembered the way he called you sweetheart, and the way he held your purse. it all made a little more sense now that you thought a little more, bucky being in front of your bedroom door with you seemed inevitable.

“of course,” bucky affirmed, speaking again like it was obvious thing in the world. “can’t have a pretty girl like you waiting around like that.”

his words were confident, smooth. that’s when you’d remembered his compliment from last night. he’d called you pretty just like he was now, casually and sincerely. you watched the way bucky’s pointer finger slowly trailed the length of his mug, feeling your insides flip slightly at the sight. he seemed to notice, too, a small smirk appearing on his face.

“thanks, buck,” you told him, a little shy under his gaze as you thought. you began gnawing at your bottom lip as you continued to gently pet alpine, your grip tightening slightly, something completely unintentional. you, without really realizing, started to smile. you spoke your mind without much of a second thought. “you think im pretty.”

“i think you’re beautiful.” your heart skipped a beat or two the moment those words left bucky’s mouth.

unfortunately for the both of you, you’d been rudely interrupted before the conversation could progress much further. john and ava had found their way into the kitchen, their bickering filling up the once relatively quiet space. while you and bucky were never ones to be soft spoken, you knew when to be quiet with your voices. it was something those two couldn’t quite comprehend. loud seemed to be their default when they spoke together.

you’d shared a knowing glance with bucky when they’d came in, both of you biting back a laugh as they continued to bicker in your presence. your eyes lingered on each other for far too long, and even then, neither ava or walker had noticed. bucky sipped as his coffee, pressing both of his elbows against the table as he leaned against it slightly, his biceps flexing ever so slightly.

you came to the conclusion then that calling him wasn’t as bad as you thought it was. in fact, you were glad you did. if you hadn’t, then maybe you wouldn’t have caught on to bucky’s feelings towards you. your pining came into use after all, even if it was because of a drunken decision you’d made.

#bucky barnes #munsonify #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes x fem!reader #🪩! fic recs!!

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raven-dor · 5 days ago

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mj's fic recs!!

updated: 7/09/25

lovely lovely authors, thank you for your works!! here's to you!!

cregan stark:

newborn - @entitled-fangirl

the way he's worried, the kids, the domesticity of it all - so sweet, so wonderful... also any of this author's fics (especially cregan's) are fantastic!!

bucky barnes:

in which bucky barnes tries to be on his best behavior for you - @bcksbarnes

i just love the way bucky is depicted in this fic, so scrumptious!! (also as someone who cusses a lot i found this very wonderful!!)

drunk call - @munsonify

so this fic had be absolutely giggling, kicking my feet, freaking tf out!! i love how soft bucky is with the reader, how he takes care of you and stuff🤓 ALSO HIM CALLING YOU SWEETHEART - ugh

hungover realizations - @munsonify

A PART TWO!!!! the dialogue in this fic is literally fantasmic😭

john walker:

john walker x fem!thunderbolt!reader - @bruisedboys

i was the biggest john walker hater during tfatws... and this fic... THIS FIC!! it honestly converted me... it's just- ugh just read it i beg!!

side effects may include... - @zugzwangdefeat

guys... i love a good holiday fic, especially halloween!!!! i totally headcanon john as this oblivious man (i mean he honestly is like that in canon anyway), but this fic takes it to a whole new level!! obsessed!!

bradley bradshaw:

between friends (nsfw) - @sometimesanalice

holy shart. guys. no you don't understand. i think i've read this fic like eight times... fully serious!! i love a good friends to lovers, and this was a perfect friends to lovers fic

steve harrington:

shopping trip - @c4tluver02

ugh i love steve. i will never not love steve. and this fic- again another friends to lovers, it's like the best thing everrrrrr. AND THE END- this is a must read i fear!!

james potter:

i'm waiting for the right time - @cowboylikemac

james potter is swoon worthy, we all know this. the way this author writes him, or just writes in general- like oh my god when i tell you i'm hooked??!? new fav james fic alert!!

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raven-dor · 6 days ago

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and what about it?

Books: Main characters must follow the plot.

Fanfiction: Okay but what if they went to IKEA and fought over furniture instead?

#literature #fanfiction #this is fantastic and so true i love this op!!#giggling

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raven-dor · 6 days ago

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UM HELLO??? a literal masterpiece. I am now going to read every James potter fic you have ever written😍❤️❤️

omg hiii! i was wondering if u take recs? if u do, could you maybe do a james potter fic thats inspired by bags by clairo?

I’m waiting for the right time… || J.P

pairing: James Potter x reader

Summary: Late one night, you finally confess your feelings to James— only to find out he’s been waiting too.

warnings: tooth rotting fluff

word count: 1.5k

You’re not in love with James Potter. You swear.

You just happen to be in his bed again, wearing his hoodie that still smells like a fireplace and that dumb cologne Sirius gave him for Christmas. You just happen to know that he keeps a chocolate frog in his drawer for bad days and that his left wrist clicks when he rolls it, and he hates it, and you think it’s cute rather than embarrassing. You just happen to stare a little too long at his mouth when he’s talking and sometimes, when he’s not.

Not love. Obviously.

James stretches beside you and the blanket shifts, exposing the pale skin of his hip and that trail of hair that disappears beneath his sweatpants and—nope. Not thinking about that.

“You’re staring,” he says, but he doesn’t look up from his book.

“You’re imagining things,” you shoot back.

He smirks. “Maybe. But you’re still staring.”

You toss a pillow at his face. He catches it one-handed and grins like he knows exactly what he’s doing. And he does. James Potter is a menace like that — cocky in a way that should be annoying but somehow just makes your stomach flip. Loud and golden and warm in a way you want to live inside. He doesn’t realize how he makes you feel. Or maybe he does, and he’s too kind to say anything.

You shift so you’re facing him, head propped on your hand. “You ever gonna finish that book or just pretend you’re reading so you can look hot doing it?”

He closes the book. “You think I look hot reading?”

damn it— you didn’t mean to say that last part

“Shut up.”

“You do! You said it.”

“I didn’t say anything—”

“You said I look hot when I read. That’s what I heard.”

“Merlin, you’re insufferable.”

“And hot.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling, and he sees it. Of course he does. He always sees you in the ways you don’t mean for him to. Just… never in the ways you want.

He stretches again, arms above his head, and it’s ridiculous, really — how casual he is in the way he takes up space. Like this is just another night. Like you haven’t been on the edge of saying something real for weeks now.

“I’ve been thinking about something,” you say, too quietly.

James glances at you. “Yeah?”

You pick at a loose thread on the blanket. “Yeah. Just… you know when you’re waiting for the right time to say something?”

He tilts his head, curious. “What kind of something?”

You shrug. “The kind that might ruin everything.”

He goes still.

And you think ‘this is it.’

This is the moment. The one you’ve been avoiding for weeks, months maybe. All the nights you’ve sat too close on the common room couch. All the times he’s brushed your hand and you pretended it didn’t make your whole body burn. All the times he’s called you love and you swallowed it whole like it didn’t mean something.

“I’m just—” you hesitate, “I’m tired of pretending I don’t feel something.”

James doesn’t say anything at first. And that silence is worse than any rejection. It presses heavy against your chest, makes you want to shrink back and laugh it off, take it all back.

But then he says, “I thought I was imagining it.”

You blink. “What?”

He sits up, hair a mess, cheeks a little pink. “The way you look at me. The way you laugh at my stupid jokes. The way you wear my clothes and stay after everyone else leaves. I thought I was seeing what I wanted to see.”

“You weren’t.”

His eyes meet yours. Soft. Serious. “Can you see me?” he asks, barely above a whisper. “Because I’ve been waiting, too.”

You don’t realize you’re holding your breath until it releases all at once.

“You’re hard to read,” you admit. “And I’m— God, I’m terrified of saying the wrong thing.”

“If you want this,” he says, and he’s closer now, “then the pleasure’s all mine.”

Your heart stutters.

And then you’re kissing him. Or maybe he’s kissing you. It doesn’t matter. It’s clumsy and perfect and warm, and you make a noise in the back of your throat that sounds a lot like relief. His hands slide up your sides, careful and familiar, and you think, Oh.

This is what it feels like when something finally gives.

When the waiting stops.

When someone sees you.

He pulls back just enough to press his forehead to yours. “I wanted to do that for so long.”

“You could’ve.”

“You’re scary when you want to be.”

You grin. “You love it.”

“I do,” he says. “I really do.”

Later, you’ll fall asleep in his arms, legs tangled under the blanket, the rain outside still soft against the windows. You’ll wake up to the sound of Sirius yelling about breakfast and James whispering, five more minutes, love, like it’s always been this way.

But for now, it’s enough to be here.

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#maraders era #maraduers #james potter x reader #🪩! fic recs!!

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raven-dor · 7 days ago

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AAAAAAA TYSM FOR THIS!!! thinking of you is seriously one of my favs I’ve ever written, I’m so sorry glad u enjoyed it❤️❤️

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raven-dor · 7 days ago

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poe dameron confronts you - drabble #1

🩵💗 - this is my fav kind of trope - ESPECIALLY in Star Wars… so i had to write my own little addition to it!! word count: 750

Your starfighter's landing gear touched the D'Qar tarmac, a deep breath leaving your lungs. You were finally back from your mission, a whole twenty-four hours later than planned.

You grinned at your friends waiting below, tearing your helmet off as you pushed open the canopy. Cheers erupted as you climbed down, everyone congratulating you on the huge victory you'd just won for the Rebel Alliance.

"You're back!" Finn yelled, wrapping you in a tight hug. You laughed, returning the embrace, thankful for the reminder that you were here, that you landed unscathed.

"I am!" He pulled away, a mischievous sort of look on his face. You raised an eyebrow, arms crossed. "What's that look for?"

"What?" His voice went up an octave, and you laughed, gesturing to his face playfully.

"That look. You look like you're hiding something."

"I'm not hiding anything."

"Yeah?" You pushed your hair out of your face, the sweat caused by your helmet causing it to stick in the most unflattering way possible. "Could have fooled me."

Finn scoffed. "Why are you fixing your hair? Expecting to see someone?"

You gasped, clutching your heart like he'd just attacked you. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Mhm." He shook his head. "He's conscious, you know?"

"Yeah?" You smiled, heart fluttering at the mere thought of him. "How is he?"

"Why don't you ask him yourself?"

"Wha-" You whipped around, eyes wide as you watched Poe Dameron limp across the tarmac. "Poe?"

"I-" He huffed, sweat building on his brow. "I cannot believe you."

"Excuse me?" Your hands found their way to your hips, instantly becoming defensive. "Look at yourself! Who else-"

Before you could even finish your sentence, his hands grabbed your face, pulling your lips to his. Your eyes widened, arms wrapping around his neck as you became comfortable in his hold. He pulled away, his forehead resting against yours. "Never do that again."

Your breath was heaving, mind scattered from the kiss. "You-You just-"

"Focus." He grinned, lips brushing against yours as he spoke. "Swear you'll never do that again."

You shook your head. "I had to."

"You should have stayed here, safe." His eyes desperately clung to yours. "They could have done this without you."

"I'm a pilot, same as you." You were finding it hard to take him seriously as he stood before you, still in his hospital gown. "You may have been the best in our class, Dameron, but I was second. Almost as good as you. Don't act like-"

His thumb brushed over your cheeks, checking for injuries. "I'm so glad you're okay."

"Of course I'm okay." It was funny, you thought to yourself, that you felt shy. He'd just kissed you. You'd just kissed him back, but now that he was really looking at you, you felt weak in the knees. "Are you okay?"

"Who cares about me right now?"

"I do." You blurted before you could even think about it. "I always do. You scared me, you know."

"This isn't about me." He grumbled. "Just-" He huffed. "Promise me you won't do that again."

"I can't do that."

"Why not?" He had that horrible look on his face, the one that made you fall in love with him. His eyes were always teasing, always confident, his lips always in some sort of smirk. His looks made anyone he looked at feel like the most important thing in the world, and he always made a point to look at you. "I'm supposed to be the reckless one here, not you."

"I-" You scoffed. "You're-" He laughed, and you wanted nothing more than to wipe that horrible grin off his face. "You kissed me."

He nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I did."

"What was that for?"

"Thought it was about time." He grinned. "Told myself when you got back I'd tell you I loved you."

"You-" Kriff, he was going to kill you before any mission could. "You love me?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I love you, too."

"Good." His eyes fluttered down to your lips. "That's really good."

"Just kiss her, Captain."

You buried your face into Poe's neck, remembering the crowd around you, the crowd that probably had been watching you both the entire time. "I'm so embarrassed."

"Get used to this, baby." He whispered. "I plan to meet you here every time you get back from a mission."

"That's so funny." You peeked your head out, giggling. "Because I'm planning the same thing."

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raven-dor · 8 days ago

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steve brings you and the kids to the lake for the 4th - drabble #1

💗 - guys i was driving home from my holiday festivities and i was inspired... enjoy!! word count: 992

"Let's go, move it!" Steve's hands were settled on his hips, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for the kids to catch up. "I swear to god if we don't get a good spot because of you-"

"Steve." You laughed, placing a hand on his arm. "Relax."

"I am relaxed." He huffed, sweat building up on his brow from the summer heat. "I'm very relaxed."

You laughed, taking the sleeve of your coverup and wiping the sweat away. "Normally, people who are relaxed don't say they're relaxed."

"Stop canoodling." Eddie pretended to gag. "It's disgusting."

Steve scoffed, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you into his side. "If you're so disgusted, then stop looking, Munson."

"I can't." He groaned, leaning onto Robin's shoulder in faux despair. "It's everywhere I go."

"Alright." Steve huffed, grabbing your hand and pulling you away from your annoying friend. "They can catch up, don't know why I waited."

You frowned, looking up at him as you walked. "What's gotten into you?"

"What d'you mean?"

"This morning you were cheery as can be, and now you're all cranky." You poked his side, giggling. "Does the old man need a nap?"

"I'm only three months older than you. I'm not that old."

"Teasing, Harrington." You stopped at the picnic table, setting down the cooler you'd been carrying. "Don't you think this is a little much? We're only staying here for two hours."

"We have like ten people with us. If each person has two hot dogs, that's twenty. And we all know Henderson, Munson, and Sinclair will want three, so twenty-three. We need chips to go with the hot dogs and-" He was cute when he was rambling, taking into account what each of your friends needed. It was adorable how he knew exactly what they'd all want.

Still, you couldn't have him being cranky all day; this was supposed to be fun.

"Steve." It's as if you ceased to exist, the bubble of worry clouding over all his senses. Your hand reached up, cupping his cheek, effectively cutting him off. "Seriously, it'll be alright. We packed the right amount of everything, trust me."

He smiled. "Course I trust you." His shoulders fell, a visible representation of the stress leaving his body. Then Max aimed a Roman candle at Mike. "If I have to call 911, Mayfield, I'm never driving you again!"

"Let me handle this, Harrington. Why don't you get started on the dogs, yeah?" You shook your head endearingly at the kids, ushering them to come sit before someone lost a limb. "Come sit down, guys!"

"Do you have my hot dogs ready?" Dustin plopped down beside you, eagerly eyeing the food in front of him.

You raised an eyebrow, forcing yourself not to grin at his antics. "Does it look like the hot dogs are done?" He shook his head, and you nodded. "Besides, I think you mean 'Thank you for making us all this delicious meal.'"

"Yeah," Dustin spoke between bites of a watermelon slice. "Sorry. Thank you."

"Of course." You whispered, gesturing toward the man by the grill. "You should thank him, too."

Without missing a beat, Dustin yelled out. "Thank you, Steve, this is great!" 'Thank you, Steve, ' echoed from the crowd, his gurmpy face growing red with the attention.

He waved them off, acting as if he hadn't just been complaining about them minutes ago. "Don't mention it, guys."

"When do you think fireworks will start?" Max leaned across the table, grabbing a bottle of water.

You shrugged, gauging how long it would take for the sky to darken. "Probably an hour or so."

She groaned, dramatically dropping her head onto Lucas's shoulder, who stilled from the sudden attention. Lucas was so in love with her that it was borderline pitiful to watch. Max was, too; she was just much more subtle. "How will we survive until then?"

"I think Steve brought a radio. We could play some music?"

"Perfect." Eddie huffed. "Can't wait to listen to his preppy, boring-"

"Eddie." You glared. "Next time you arrange this whole-" You gestured around you, trying to find the words. "Thing… and then you cook for everyone, you can decide what music is played. Alright?"

"Fine." He cowered under your stare. "I'm sure whatever he brought will suffice."

You admired the chef, who was wearing a very dapper apron that read 'Best Mom Ever.' A gag gift from Robin, you were sure. "You brought the radio, right?"

"It's in the big red bag, underneath the sparklers."

"I'm getting you a new apron, Harrington."

"Yeah?" He raised his eyebrow. "What's it gonna say?"

"Kiss the chef."

His cheeks grew bright red, speechless as you walked away. You dug through the bag, pulling the radio out and playing the first cassette you found.

"Alright, you hooligans." Steve approached the table with a practically overflowing platter of hot dogs. "Eat up."

His thigh smashed against yours, relishing in his touch. "You're amazing."

"You're just saying that." He blushed.

"I'm not." You shook your head. "I swear."

"I love you." His voice was soft but steady. Confident in his affection. "Do you want to watermelon?" He grabbed a plate, placing your favorite bag of chips on top.

"Yes, please."

"Look at you two." Dustin teased. "So in love. It's revolting."

"Shut it twerp." Max knocked his hat off his head, effectively silencing them. "They're cute."

You grinned. "Thank you, Max."

"When are the fireworks starting?" Robin complained. "I don't know about you guys, but I don't particularly enjoy being outside in the dark with bugs and-"

The sky lit up, red sparkles cascading through the otherwise dark sky. You looked over, smiling at the look of wonder on your boyfriend's face. You kissed his cheek gently, brushing the lip gloss that had transferred off his skin. "Happy 4th."

His finger found its way under your chin, pulling your lips to his. "Happy 4th, baby."

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awww tysm!! i'm glad you enjoyed it!! <33

when i look at you

in which loki laufeyson takes his brother’s advice: be brave

PAIRING: loki laufeyson x fem!reader, platonic!thor odinson x reader

WARNINGS: fluff, jealousy, hurt/comfort, Thor interrupting, slight angst ig, FLUFF ENDING!!

WORD COUNT: 4.1k

🎶 : i hear a symphony - cody fry

AN: 🩵💗💛 - imagine loki's looks are like 'the dark world' era!! eeeeeek i loved writing this so so much!! enjoy!!

“I still don’t understand how you convinced Odin to release you.” You called over your shoulder. “Your attack on Earth was but a month ago.”

“I assume my mother had something to do with it. Odin himself seemed rather set on allowing me to rot.”

“I’m sure he loves you…” You muttered under your breath so his ravens would not catch you. “In his own demented way.”

Loki laughed, really laughed for the first time since his return. “He has allowed me to be released under the condition that I could not leave the castle grounds.”

“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow, gesturing to the woods around you. “And just what would you call this?”

“The Royal Wood, which is an extension of the grounds,” Loki smirked. “I would never break my vow to my father.”

You scoffed, your hands resting on your hips. “Do not lie to me, Loki Odinson. If you recall, we have a vow of our own.”

“How could I forget?” You were children when you made him swear to never trick you. He had held strong, for the most part. “You are possibly the only person I would never lie to. Well…” He leaned against a tree, leaning his head back to take in the summer sun. “You and my mother.”

“If you say so.” You hated when he did this, when he made you feel special. It was horrible, the worst trick of all, mainly because he had no idea what he was doing to you. “I have to bring your mother these ingredients.”

“Allow me to accompany you.”

Your cheeks felt hot, and you shook your head, flustered yet again by his chivalrous behavior. “That’s not necessary.”

“I insist.” He took the basket out of your arms, beckoning you to follow after him. “My mother would have my head if she saw a lady carrying such a load, let alone her favorite lady.”

“Loki.” You scolded, reaching out to take the basket back. “I am not a lady.”

“This again.” He sighed. “You are quite stubborn.”

“You’re one to talk.” You laughed, cowering under the judgmental looks of the nobility you passed.

“Must you deny me this one kind act?”

“It is not proper-”

“You must be the only servant who complains when someone helps you.”

“I take pride in my work, Loki.”

“An admirable quality.” The guards in front of his mother’s suite bowed their heads, opening the doors. “Still, you are stubborn.”

“Loki-” You scowled, curtsying before the queen. “Your Majesty, the ingredients you requested.”

“Thank you, my dear.”

Frigga was the very picture of elegance. Not only was she elegant, but she was also kind to everyone regardless of rank. You had no issue carrying out trivial tasks for the queen, because the queen never treated you as lesser than; she treated you as she would treat her own sons. “Did you have any trouble?”

“Not at all, my lady.”

“Mother.” Loki approached the golden-haired woman, kissing her cheek. “Tell your lady she must not bow when she greets you.”

“Loki!” You gasped, turning to Frigga like you had been the one to say it. “My lady, I would never-”

“Must you tease the girl so?” Frigga chastised her son.

“I am so sorry, my lady.”

“Do not apologize, my son is a prankster, as we all know.” She smiled warmly, tucking a strand of hair behind Loki’s ear. “Among many other admirable qualities.”

Loki grew shy under his mother’s affection, brushing off her compliments. “We must be going.”

“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow.

“You wished to visit the library, yes?”

“I never-” You tilted your head. “Have you developed mind-reading powers as well?”

He shrugged, kissing his mother’s cheek once more before extending his hand. “Shall we?”

You smacked his hand away, walking out of the queen’s room with Loki trailing behind you. “If you can read minds now, please refrain from reading mine.” He laughed, and you smacked his arm. “I mean it, Loki.”

“I cannot read minds. Remember that we have been friends for quite some time now. I know you perhaps better than I know myself.”

“Well, no wonder. You are such a mystery.” You teased. “The rakish, brooding prince. I am surprised some lady has not taken you into her clutches.”

“You think me rakish?” He raised an eyebrow, holding the library door open.

“One observes things.” You shrugged, gliding over to the fiction section, grabbing the first book that caught your eye. “It is not a bad trait, I assure you.”

“If you say so.” He looked rather disappointed, plopping into his favorite leather chair.

“You are also kind, considerate, even. Loyal to a fault.” Your hand found his, squeezing it. “You are many things, but most of all, you are a wonderful friend.”

“Friend.” He huffed, face scrunched like the word left a bad taste in his mouth.

“Are we not friends?” You sat back, hand pulling away from his. Oh, how you wished you could stay like that forever, his forever-cold hand intertwined with yours.

“Yes, we are.” He almost sounded disappointed. You decided not to dwell on it, immersing yourself in the novel. Loki simply stared, admiring your beauty, the way your eyes scanned the page, the way you smiled to yourself, the way your eyebrows furrowed.

“You wear your heart on your sleeve.” He murmured.

Your eyes did not leave the page. “Oh?”

“It is quite-” He stopped himself. “It is quite humorous.”

“If it is so amusing, then by all means, keep staring.” You teased. You were used to this, the staring, the intense gaze Loki held. He loved to watch people, to observe those around him. At first, you had found it quite overwhelming, especially when you looked up to find him already staring at you. His eyes were beautiful, dangerous as they pulled you in. You shook your head, fighting against your imagination.

“My prince.” You looked up, fighting the urge to groan as the nuisance that was the Lady Ness approached. “I thought I would find you here.”

Loki looked entirely unenthused, but still entertained the woman. “Hello, my lady.”

The Lady Ness was the eldest daughter of one of Odin’s closest advisors. She was what Asgardians considered to be the perfect beauty, with blonde hair bordering on white, and beautiful pale blue eyes. She was tall, the very picture of royalty.

Which is what she desperately wanted to be. She had followed the two princes around since you were children, treating them as if they were idols, gods even.

They were, but still. It became tiresome.

She had her sights set on Thor for eons, but after she learned of his undying love for the Lady Jane, she gave up, switching her sights to Loki.

There was nothing the younger prince hated more than being the second choice.

There was nothing you hated more than the Lady Ness suddenly finding interest in a man you’d loved since age five. You did not attempt to acknowledge the woman, simply looking back down at your book. It was hard to focus, though, with her constant chattering.

“Will I see you at the Summer Solstice Ball, my prince?”

Loki’s gaze fell back to you before responding. “You will indeed.”

“How wonderful. I do love dancing.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes. “Do you enjoy dancing, my prince?”

“With the right lady.” He nodded. “I do.”

“Shall I reserve a place for you on my card?” Your hold on the book tightened. “It would be an immense honor.” A scoff fell from your lips, and your eyes widened. You had meant for that to be in your head.

Loki smiled. “I’m afraid I-”

“Is something the matter?” The Lady Ness interrupted, staring at you. “Have I done something to amuse you?”

You looked up, shaking your head. “No, my lady.”

“Now you remember your manners.” The Lady Ness raised an eyebrow. You simply stared back, your face blank. “When I entered the room, you did not curtsy. Are you manners selective?”

You shut your book, standing up. “You seem rather concerned with my manners. How observant you must be.” The lady proudly nodded. “Allow me to explain, I bow to royalty.” You gestured to Loki before gesturing to her. “Not some common lady with an aptitude for mistreating servants.”

“Why I-” She gasped, stumbling over her words. You made a point to be over the top in your curtsy to the prince, before promptly walking out of the room.

You angrily picked bunches of moss from the forest floor, ripping it from the ground as if it had wronged you.

The Lady Ness annoyed you to no end, with her flirting and her flowy gowns and her touching Loki's arm. It was as if she did it on purpose, as if she amplified her flirting when you were there, like she was trying to tell you he was hers, that you could never have him.

You already knew that, no thanks to her. It was something that kept you up into the late hours of the night, the ‘what-ifs’ haunting you even in sleep.

If you were of some higher standing, you would have smacked her long ago. Unfortunately, you could only verbally attack her.

“Are you quite well?” Loki’s voice broke you from your thoughts. “You did not stop when I called after you yesterday.”

“I cannot stand her.” You complained. “She-she is without a doubt-”

He looked rather amused at your ranting, hands clasped behind his back, his ever-familiar smirk gracing his lips. “I am sorry.”

“Why should you be sorry?” You laughed bitterly. “I’m sure she will mellow with age.”

“Mellow with age?” He raised an eyebrow.

You nodded, going back to your gathering. “Odin must be rather pleased with this match.”

“Match?” It seemed as if Loki was stuck on repeat, parroting you with confusion etched in his tone.

“Between you and Lady Ness.” You grumbled, brushing the dirt off your skirt as you stood. “I’m certain he has arranged for her to be your lady wife.”

“I’m sorry?”

You walked further into the wood, Loki following after you. “She will be a great wife, I’m sure. She seems intelligent enough and could bring you company. Your children-” Your voice broke, and you felt your cheeks grow hot. “They will be menaces, but what child isn’t? I’m sure they will grow out of it, as she will grow out of her rather annoying attributes.” You pulled out your knife, cutting off a section of tree bark, your mind clouded with rage. “She will bring you happiness. I’m excited for you, truly-” You hissed, the knife falling out of your hand as you stared at the stream of blood that ran down your palm. “Ow.”

Loki raced over, taking your hand in his as he observed the wound. “You were being careless.”

“I was not.” Your eyes welled, the pain finally taking hold. “It is just a cut.”

“You are practically crying.” He frowned. “You must be careful.”

“I-” He waved his hand over your injury, the pain subsiding, the cut healing itself. You watched in fascination, the wound glowing green for a mere moment before dissapearing entirely. “How did you-”

“Growing up with Thor meant I had to be prepared for anything.” He smiled, his fingers gently tracing over the once bloody finger. “Does it hurt?”

You shook your head, voice quiet. “It’s like it never even existed.”

“Good.” He looked up, his breath shaky when he met your gaze. “You frightened me.”

“You worry too much.” You hadn’t meant to, truly, but your eyes fell to his lips, heart racing. “I’m sorry.”

His hand found its way to your waist, pulling you close. You gasped, glaring as a smirk grew on the prince’s lips. “Whatever for, my lady?”

“I didn’t mean to-” You swallowed. “I did not mean to insult the Lady-”

“Please, do not speak her name any longer.” He groaned. “She is as tiresome as she is wealthy.”

“She is to be your lady wife, is she not?” You murmured, his hand that had once cradled your injured hand now holding your cheek. “She is quite the match.”

He laughed. “I’m sure she will make some unlucky man rather miserable.”

“Loki-”

“If I have any say-” He whispered, his eyes dropping to your lips momentarily. “I will marry for love, not because my father made some strategic alliance. She is not for me, I assure you.”

“You-” Loki now had your back against the tree, practically pinning you in position. His forehead lay against yours, your breath entwined with his. “You have some other lucky lady in mind?”

He nodded. “I do.”

“Oh?” The reality of the situation hit you like Mjolnir hit its enemies. Hard and true, you accepted that you might just kiss the man you’d loved since before you could remember. “Do I know her?”

He nodded once more, his lips so close they brushed against yours as he spoke. “I believe so-”

“Brother!” Your eyes widened, and you pushed Loki away, cheeks hot as you forced yourself to look as inconspicuous as possible. Thor’s voice rang through the wood. “Brother, where are you?”

“I-” Loki stuttered, hand reaching out to hold you once more. “Just wait one moment-”

“Ah!” Thor’s golden hair came into view, the god haphazardly destroying the forest floor. “My lady, it is wonderful to see you!”

You curtsied, your heart and mind still racing from the moment before. “My prince. I was just leaving.” You couldn’t meet Loki’s eyes, simply nodding. “Loki.”

You raced toward the castle, forgetting your basket full of ingredients.

Loki would bring them to his mother later.

“Have I interrupted something?” Thor’s voice held a certain sort of mischeif that made Loki feel uneasy. “It seems as if I caught the pair of you in a rather intimate moment.”

“I-” Loki could not find the words, something that pleased Thor greatly.

“The great trickster is speechless?” He grinned, patting his little brother on the back. “Oh, Loki, why did you not say something?”

“Like you said. You interrupted.” He was practically glowering, glaring at his brother like it was his life’s purpose. “I-I had almost-”

“Do you want my advice, brother?” Loki continued to glare at him, fighting the urge to stab the golden-haired imbecile in the gut. “You must do something. Be brave, show her you care.”

“I was doing that!” Loki yelled. “You have the worst timing in the world-”

“Calm down, brother.” Thor laughed. “When I first met the Lady Jane-” Oh gods, Loki thought as he rolled his eyes. Once Thor began to talk about Jane, he tended to never stop. “She was rather intimidating, smart, and beautiful. But after I showed her my interest, my-”

Loki walked away, fists clenched tightly as Thor continued, following after him.

You hadn’t seen Loki in days.

You had gone to Frigga’s chambers after the incident, to apologize for leaving the ingredients behind, when you saw Loki just outside her door, the basket in hand.

After that, you’d gone out of your way to avoid him.

It was childish, you knew that, but you couldn’t look at him without transforming into a blabbering mess. You purposely did your chores outside of the castle grounds so he could not follow you or surprise you.

Your room was deep in the ground, chilly from its lack of sunlight and candles. You hadn’t minded before, but now that you were in your self-prescribed isolation, you couldn’t help but wish you had a prettier view.

Just when you thought you’d forgotten, that you’d gotten over your momentary lapse in judgment, it all came rushing back. His hand cradling your cheeks, his lips brushing against yours, his fingertips digging into your hip. A chill ran down your spine, and you shook your head as if that would rid you of the scandalous thoughts.

He was simply being kind, caring for you as you had cared for him.

A handmaiden walked into your room unannounced, gently placing a large box on your simple vanity. You jumped when you saw her. “I did not see you.”

The handmaiden, one of Frigga’s, no doubt, smiled kindly. “I gathered. I was tasked with ensuring you received this package, and was told you must wear it to the Summer Solstice Ball.”

“Wear it?” You tilted your head, rising from your bed to inspect the gift. “Is it a gown?”

“It is indeed, my lady.”

So this had been Loki’s doing.

“You must not call me that.” You smiled. “I am no lady.”

The handmaiden shrugged, glancing over your shoulder curiously as you pulled apart the forest green ribbon that held together the wrappings. “It seems to me that you shall be soon.”

“What-” You choked, shaking your head vehemently. “I- that is-”

“I will take my leave.” She bowed quickly, shutting the door behind her. You cursed the god of Mischief, vowing that when you were done ignoring him, you would scold him for his antics. The wrappings fell away, your eyes welling as you stared at the gown.

After all these years, all this time, he never forgot a single thing you told him, and this gown was proof. It was exactly what you’d described to him two thousand years ago.

You’d been young then, much more naive than now. You and Loki were lounging in the gardens, watching the nobility walk by in their dreamy attire. You sighed, staring down at your robes in embarrassment. “Could you conjure me something?”

“I can try.” Loki nodded, placing his book down beside him. “What is it you wish for?”

“A nicer dress.” You were jealous of their beauty, your simple frock nothing compared to their silky pastel gowns.

“I-” He frowned. “I am sorry. My powers are not-”

You shook your head. “Forget I said anything.”

He nodded, watching you with interest. “What would it look like, your dream gown?”

It would look like this. The gown that he’d sent you, which now hung delicately in your closet, two thousand years later.

You could hear the roar of the partygoers from the end of the hall, your nerves growing more and more the closer you got. You thanked the gods that this was not the kind of ball where attendees were announced, as you would surely faint from the judgmental eyes that fell on you.

The ballroom glowed bright golden, the light the candles provided reflecting off the pure gold walls. Your jaw hung loose, taking in the decorations, the people, the fashion. Your eyes fell to the bottom of the stairs, cheeks growing hot when you met Loki’s gaze.

He was standing by the Lady Ness, who looked livid that you had torn his attention from her.

You couldn’t find it in you to care, not when he was looking at you like that. His smile was bright, and he looked devilishly handsome in his forest green attire, walking up the steps.

You took a deep breath, meeting him in the middle. “My prince.”

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He spoke plainly, as if it were fact. Technically, it was.

“I-”

“Do not try and deny it.” He offered his arm. “Shall we?”

You gladly complied with his request, cheeks growing hot, from the attention or Loki’s gaze, you couldn’t tell. Perhaps it was both. “You remembered.” You looked over, finding satisfaction in the way your words had caused Loki to turn red. “I can’t believe you remembered.”

He shrugged like what he’d done wasn’t the most romantic thing you’d ever experienced. “Only the best for-”

“My prince.” You clenched your fist when Lady Ness’s grating voice met your ears, turning toward the enemy. “I lost you for a moment.”

Loki laughed. “Yes, you did.” His hand tightened, pulling you closer to his side as if to signal he was occupied. You had felt it was rather obvious, but Lady Ness had a history of feigning ignorance to blatantly obvious rejections.

“Shall we dance?” Lady Ness’s steely blue eyes darted toward you, as if she were trying to scare you off. You were not deterred by her weak attempt at intimidation, your hand still comfortably held in Loki’s. “You did promise me.”

He tilted his head. “Did I?”

You laughed, your hand falling to your side. “It is but one dance.” The Lady Ness let out a gasp that neither of you acknowledged. “I’m quite parched anyhow.”

He nodded. “As you wish.”

The Lady Ness looked entirely displeased at his actions, especially over the phrase ‘as you wish,’ which had been directed toward you, and not her request. You made your way to the drinks, taking a flute of champagne as you found your place in the corner of the room. Leaning against the column, you glared as Lady Ness cackled, downing the flute in one go.

Loki had not planned for this to happen.

He had planned for you to receive the dress, to escort you down the steps. He had also planned to confess his undying love for you, but Lady Ness once again interrupted.

She had the most inconvenient timing.

He led her to the middle of the dance floor, putting as much distance as possible. The Lady Ness kept laughing, which he found odd, as he had not said a single thing since the dance had begun. He kept looking around the edge of the room, searching for your familiar frame.

Ah.

You looked radiant. Positively glowing. He’d always loved you in that color. If he was being honest with himself, he loved you in every color. He frowned, watching as you chewed your nails, something you had the habit of doing when you were anxious.

“My prince?” The Lady Ness called out as he walked away from her in the middle of the dance floor, stalking toward you, the crowd parting as he walked.

“Dance with me.”

You jumped, clutching your heart. “Gods, Loki, you scared me.” You guiltily looked at your fingers before meeting his gaze. “I-”

He waved his hand, all the rips you’d made in your delicate skin gone in an instant. “Dance with me.”

“Loki.” You looked over his shoulder, eyes widening at the sobbing lady he’d left in the middle of the floor. “Have you gone mad?”

“Possibly.”

“You cannot just leave her in the middle of the floor.” You leaned closer, whispering so the many eavesdropping ears around you could not hear. “Even if she is quite annoying.”

“I am the prince. I can do as I wish.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment. “You-” It seemed he took your lack of rejection as a yes, holding your hand firmly in his as he pulled you to the middle of the dance floor, the light waltz playing in the background. “You are the most indignant, prideful, scheming man I have ever known.”

He smiled, a squeak leaving your lips when he pulled you much closer than a waltz called for. “Tell me what else I am.”

“You-” You gulped, growing nervous under his ever attentive eye. “You are-”

“It seems you are at a loss for words.” He whispered in your ear, a chill running down your spine from the proximity of it all. “Is that a recent development, my lady?”

“You are arrogant.” You hissed.

He grinned. “I am.”

“You are marvelous.”

“I am.” His reaction was delayed, caught off guard by your sudden compliment.

“It seems you are at a loss for words.” You parroted his words from just a moment ago. “Is that a recent development, my prince?”

“You are a wonder.” He held your gaze so beautifully that any innocent bystander would assume you were both deeply in love. “You look divine, a goddess in your own right.”

“Loki.” You felt as if you could melt, the music slowing to a stop before you could respond. The crowd around you clapped wildly, obviously invested in the show you two had put on.

Loki bowed, his brother catching his gaze. Thor was practically jumping, mouthing the words he had said days before.

Be brave.

It was so unfortunate when his brother was right. You stood upright, following Loki’s gaze to see Thor grinning like a buffoon. “What is he-”

Loki’s hands grabbed your face, pulling your lips to his. Your eyes widened at the action, weak from his touch. Your hands found their way around his neck, pulling him closer. He grinned, a hand falling to your hips, squeezing.

You gasped, your knees weakening. “Loki-”

“Is all that you can say my name?” He whispered, his forehead once again lying against yours.

“You are a-” He leaned down, kissing your lips once more.

“I love you…” His breath was heavy, pupils blown as he stared at you. “Most ardently.”

A tear fell down your cheek, and you grinned. “Most ardently?”

He nodded, voice wavering. “I assume you love me as well?”

“I do.” You kissed the corner of his mouth softly, so softly he had barely felt it. “With my whole being."

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fun little moots game:))

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tolerate it - taylor swift

back to friends - sombr

my all - mariah carey

twilight zone - ariana grande

too little too late - jojo

champagne coast - blood orange

don’t dream it’s over - crowded house

party 4 u - charli xcx

cardigan - taylor swift

the cut that always bleeds - conan gray

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as u can see i love love LOVE pop music🩵

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Share the first 10 songs that you've recently had on repeat!

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I didn't organize it in any specific order.

Writing On The Wall by Will Stetson

Dangerous Hands by Austin Giorgio

Gabriela by KATSEYE

Swim by Chase Atlantic

Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter

Fall In Love Alone by Stacey Ryan

We are! / ウィーアー！by Hiroshi Kitadani

I Ain't Worried by OneRepublic

Overdose by Natori

Diamond City Lights by LazuLight

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IT'S OUT!! i love steve with my whole heart, enjoy this one!!

this fic is getting posted next TUESDAY at 1pm EST, so make sure to keep an eye out!!

until then, here's a sneak peek of you and i pt.4...

This was it, you told yourself, this was when you died. It was only a matter of time; after all, there was no way you could survive yet another upside-down encounter without a casualty.

Your heart dropped, thinking about all the things you hadn’t done. All the things you hadn’t said. You coughed, yelling over your shoulder. “Guys!”

Jonathan yelled, his voice urgent. “Nancy!”

“Alright, alright, I-” She looked up, jaw dropping. “Shit!”

You pulled Max back, trying to put some distance between you and the Mind Flayer. Mike grabbed El’s hand, racing after you. The lovely thing about this predicament is that after spending virtually all summer in the Scoops Ahoy break room, you knew this place like the back of your hand.

You tried to attack the Mind Flayer, but any and all efforts were useless. You yanked the kids behind the counter of a random fast food chain, holding your breath.

"Griswold Family, this is Scoops Troop. Do you-" The radio sat on the other side of the counter, your lower lip wobbling at the thought of dying. The Mind Flayer would gravitate toward the sound, its growl growing closer and closer.

You’d been right, unfortunately. Grabbing the walkie off the ground, it roared, flinging it across the mall. Dustin's voice fell out of the remaining parts, garbled from the damage. "Are you en route to Bald Eagle's nest?"

No one dared to reply, too scared to move. "Someone, please just answer. Confirm your safety! Please-"

Another voice came through, tears falling down your cheek. "Wilkins. It's me." You slapped a hand over your mouth as you sobbed, wishing he were beside you. Wishing you’d told him the truth, the thing you’d been denying for years. "Please let us know you're safe. Please." His voice broke, and she almost started to cry. "I-I lo-"

A crack echoed through the mall, the Mind Flayer destroying what had been left of the radio. In that moment, you’d been convinced that the last voice you would ever hear was Steve’s.

That was fine with you.

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you and i pt.4

in which steve harrington and his best friend decide to stop delaying the inevitable…

PAIRING: steve harrington x reader

WARNINGS: given last name (Wilkins), banter, mentions of death, typical stranger things violence, yearning, KISSING, idiots in love

WORD COUNT: 3.2k

🎶 : you and i - one direction

AN: ♥️💗 - they're so cute, i sure hope nothing happens in the future that breaks them up!!

You couldn’t move, frozen where you stood as you stared at the Mind Flayer. Max held your hand tightly, cold to the touch.

This was it, you told yourself, this was when you died. It was only a matter of time; after all, there was no way you could survive yet another upside-down encounter without a casualty.

Your heart dropped, thinking about all the things you hadn’t done. All the things you hadn’t said. You coughed, yelling over your shoulder. “Guys!”

Jonathan yelled, his voice urgent. “Nancy!”

“Alright, alright, I-” She looked up, jaw dropping. “Shit!”

You tried to attack the Mind Flayer, but any and all efforts were useless. You yanked the kids behind the counter of a random fast food chain, holding your breath.

No one dared to reply, too scared to move. "Someone, please just answer. Confirm your safety! Please-"

A crack echoed through the mall, the Mind Flayer destroying what had been left of the radio. In that moment, you’d been convinced that the last voice you would ever hear was Steve’s.

That was fine with you.

He’d been hesitant to leave you at the mall. He’d finally gotten his hands on you after the whole Russian kidnapping incident, and then he had to leave. He almost asked you to come with them.

He should have.

Since he’d left you there, there had been no communication, complete radio silence. He could see the mall’s lights from here, growing uneasy at the way they flickered on and off. Grabbing the walkie, he shoved it into Dustin’s hands, nervously tapping his foot. “Talk to them, will you?”

“Okay, relax.” The middle schooler cleared his throat, speaking into the radio. "Griswold Family, This is Scoops Troop, do you copy?"

A roar rang through the mic, and Dustin’s heart stopped, eyes welling with tears. His cousin was in there, his friends were in there. Erica and Robin had stopped, staring at the radio like the Mind Flayer would burst through at any moment.

Dustin yelled through the radio again, hoping you’d answer. "Are you en route to Bald Eagle's nest?" No response. "Someone, please just answer. Confirm your safety! Please-"

Steve ripped the radio out of his hands, frowning when he realized his own were shaking. "Wilkins, it's me." He took a deep breath, scared shitless at the possibility that the love of his life was dead, feeling like a coward that he’d never told you. “Please let us know you're safe. Please.” His voice broke. “I-I lo-" Another roar rang through, followed by a crack. He’d had enough. He couldn’t stand idly by when you were possibly fighting for your life, or even worse, lying cold on the mall floor. A chill ran down his spine as he ran down the hill.

“Where are you going?”

“To get them the hell out of there! Stay here, contact the others!”

Robin raced after him, wincing as her knees popped. “Shit, wait up!”

You led them out the back, glad that all the time you’d spent in the Scoops Ahoy break room hadn’t been for nothing. Running out of the glass doors, Lucas and Will jumped into the car, while you, Jonathan, and Nancy ran towards the open hood. Billy revved his engine, Nancy nervously urging her boyfriend on.

"Let's go. Jonathan, start the car."

"What-"

"Get it started!"

You grabbed your gun, cocking it before pointing it toward the nusance that was Billy Hargrove. "Ready?"

"Yeah." Nancy grinned, letting off her first shot.

Billy pressed on the gas, and you aimed for his wheels while Nancy aimed for the window. Nothing stopped him, the bullets like bugs on a window shield. Nancy's gun clicked, her shells empty. He was so close you could see the cuts on his cheek.

Taking a deep breath, you mentally apologized to Max before aiming for his face. Nothing. He was still speeding towards them. You braced yourself for impact, hoping that somehow you could shield the kids from the brunt of the damage.

But it never came. Another car rammed Billy's, flinging him across the parking lot. It instantly lit on fire, not that you cared or ever noticed. You weren’t paying attention, eyes glued on the Toddfather, and the two people sitting inside it.

Steve kicked his door open, slamming it behind him.

“Are you alright?”

You nodded quickly, grinning, as your stomach turned. You felt sick with adrenaline, breathless as he stared at you like you were the only thing in the world. You had this feeling, maybe it was nausea, maybe it was excitement, either way, you knew he was about to do something neither of you could take back.

He raced toward you, colliding into you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You let out a sigh of relief, wrapping your arms around his neck. His fingers felt hot against your skin, pulling your face out of his neck to look at him, to look at his face and connect his freckles like dots in a line.

He leaned his forehead against yours, breath heavy. His eyes held yours in a trance, and you knew you couldn’t pull away even if you wanted to. You’d almost laughed. You could never say no to Steve. “Steve, I-”

His hands landed on both sides of your face, pulling your lips to his. Your eyes widened, melting into his touch. You ran your fingers through the hair that lay at the nape of his neck, smiling when he pulled you closer. “Steve-” You pulled away just enough that you could breathe, but still close enough that your lips were touched.

"I love you."

You grinned, pulling him back toward your lips. He sighed, eyes fluttering shut as he kissed you back. “I love you, too, Harrington.”

“Are you done?” Robin’s voice called out. You laughed, hiding your face in Steve’s chest. He wrapped his arms around you instinctively, flipping off his friend.

“Get in!” Nancy yelled out the passenger window. “We need to go!”

Robin jumped out of the passenger seat of the Toddfather and into the back of Nancy's station wagon, you and Steve piling in after her. She wiggled her eyebrows at you, laughing to herself. "Could you have chosen a worse time to confess your feelings? You couldn't have chosen any other moment in your entire lives?"

You glared, shoving her, nodding in satisfaction when Robin fell backwards. “If I remember correctly, you wanted this to happen, Robin.”

She sat up, smiling softly at her friends. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

"Dusty-bun, you copy?"

"I copy Suzie-poo. It sounds much better now, thanks."

“Oh my god.” You gasped, turning up the volume on the radio. “She's real.”

"Okay, listen, do you know Planck’s constant?"

"Do you know the Earth orbits the Sun?"

You laughed, shaking your head at her comment. This girl sounded perfect for Dustin.

"Okay, so I know it starts with two sixes, and then a... what is it?"

Suzie-poo sounded agitated. "Okay, let me just be clear on this. I haven't heard from you in a week, and now you want a mathematical equation that you should know so you can... save the world?"

"Suzie-poo, I promise I will make it up to you as soon as possible."

"You can make it up to me now."

Steve’s face looked absolutely disgusted, and as a result, pretended to gag at the walkie. You laughed, smacking his arm playfully.

"What?"

"I want to hear it."

“What the hell?” It was your turn to gag, and you found yourself wishing you could go back in time and make sure you never heard that.

Steve smacked your arm, wiggling his eyebrows, satisfied with his revenge. “Shh.”

"Not right now."

"Yes, now, Dusty-bun."

"Suzie-poo, this is urgent."

"Yes, yes, you're saving the world, I heard you the first time, but Ged is also saving Earthsea, and he's about to confront the shadow, so this is Suzie signing off."

"Wait, wait, wait. Okay."

You muttered under your breath, staring at the radio with wide eyes. “What weird shit did Dustin get himself into?”

Steve looked embarrassed for him, but was absolutely planning on relentlessly teasing him about this after. "Oh, Henderson."

"Turn around, look at what you see, in her face, the mirror of your dreams-"

Robin laughed. “Is this the Never-Ending Story?”

“I believe so, Robin.”

"Make believe I'm everywhere, given in the light, written on the pages is the answer to our never-ending story, ahahah, ahahah, ahahah. Reach the stars, fly a fantasy, dream a dream, and what you see will be, rhymes that keep their secrets will unfold behind the clouds-"

“I can't listen to this anymore.” Steve reached for the radio, and you laughed, holding it out of his reach. “Uh-uh. I want to hear this. It's not every day your cousin sings the Never-Ending Story, Harrington."

"-and thereupon a rainbow is, the answer to our never-ending story, ahahah, ahahah, ahahah, story! ahahah, ahahah, ahahah." Suzie sighed, seemingly satisfied with her boyfriend’s participation. "Planck's constant is 6.62607004."

"You just saved the world."

"Gosh, I miss you, Dusty-bun."

"And I miss you mor,e Suzie-poo."

"I miss you more, multiplied by all the stars in our galaxy."

"No, I miss you more-"

The disgusting groveling got cut off, and you knew only one person possessed the power to interrupt them before everyone was tramautized from their disgusting display of affection. "Thank god for Erica."

The Mind Flayer still, looking back toward the mall before changing it’s course. “Shit.” You whispered. “Mike, El, and Max are still there.”

Steve groaned. “And so is Hargrove.” He yelled up at Jonathan. “It's turning around.”

“What?”

“It's turning around.”

“Maybe we wore it out.” Lucas suggested.

Jonathan shook his head. “I don't think so. Hold on.” He gripped the steering wheel tightly, whipping the car around. All it’s passengers yelped, falling out of their seats. Steve flew backward, and you followed, falling on top of him.

Robin’s head hit against the wall, and she winced, rubbing her head. “Ow.”

Your cheeks felt hot, Steve’s hand wrapping around your waist. "Hey, Stevie."

His voice was quiet, gentle as you stared up at you like you’d hung the moon and the stars. “I like this view.”

You gasped, shoving his chest for leverage so you could sit up. “You’re a terrible flirt!” He shrugged, obviously not embarrassed by his actions. “There are children present.”

He rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath. “It’s always the damn kids.”

You groaned as Steve pulled into the Family Video lot, putting the car in park. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but doesn't Keith work here?”

Robin nodded, tilting her head. “Yeah, why?”

“Robin.” You turned around, staring at your best friend. “Think for a moment.”

Her face scrunched, like she really was thinking about it, before the familiar look of realization appeared. “Oh shit.”

“Yeah.” You nodded, lowering yourself into your seat. “Oh shit.”

Steve looked over, squinting, hating that he wasn’t apart of this little secret. “What does ‘oh shit’ mean?”

“Nothing.” You smiled, kissing his cheek sweetly. “Trust me, it’s nothing to worry about.”

He nodded, kissing your lips quickly. “Alright. If you say so.”

Robin grabbed the folder in the middle seat, peeking at Steve’s resume. “You put your mom down as a reference?"

“Steven.” You laughed. “I told you not to do that.”

“I know you did.” You glared. “But she's super well respected.”

He grabbed the door, holding it open for you and Robin. “You're such a dingus.”

You nodded in agreement. “Honestly.”

Steve walked in behind them, staring between you and Keith as he tried to decipher what ‘oh shit’ was in reference to. Robin leaned on the counter, trying to butter up the stubborn manager.

“Just so you know, we weren't fired. The mall burned down and killed a bunch of people.”

“Thanks, I didn't know.” Keith looked at you, taking a deep breath as he tried to act as nonchalant as possible. “Are you applying too?”

“Nope.” You popped your lips, pointing to your shirt that spelled out New York University in large purple letters. “College.”

“Oh. Cool.” He pointed at Robin, snapping. “Three favorite movies, go.”

“Uh, The Apartment, Hidden Fortress, Children of Paradise.”

He snapped at Steve, wiggling his eyebrows. “You, go.”

“Uhh…” He looked at you for guidance, eyes wide. You gave him an encouraging nod. What could you do, tell him his favorite movies? “Favorite movies?”

“Did I stutter?”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Relax, Keith.”

“Animal House, for sure. Uh…” He looked at you again, and this time, you mouthed two words. Star Wars.

“Eyes on me, Harrington.” Keith barked out.

You practically cackled, before quickly trying to pass it off as a cough.

“Yeah, uh... Star Wars.”

Keith seemed alright with his answers so far. “Which Star Wars?”

Steve scoffed. “The one with the teddy bears, duh.” He then proceeded to do the most nerdy thing you’d ever seen him do: he squealed like an Ewok.

You clutched your stomach, no longer trying to hide your amusement. You could not believe you were deeply, irrevocably, in love with this idiot.

“No?” Keith looked less than pleased. “Oh!” Steve jumped, grinning. “The one that just came out! The one where the mom wants to... You know. The one with the DeLorean and Alex P. Keaton. The time…” He trailed off, forgetting the title of the movie he’d watched not even a month ago. “Yeah, those are my top three, classics.”

Sure, you thought. If classics were movies that had came out in the last ten years. You grabbed his hand, rubbing the back as you tried to sooth his nerves.

Keith pointed at Robin, smiling. "You start Monday." He then pointed to Steve. “And you start never."

You and Robin huffed, whispering to each other before nodding.

“Steve.” You murmured.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Give us a minute, will you?”

“Yeah.” Robin nodded. “Go look at the movies.”

“Why?” He looked between the two of you suspiciously.

You gave him a pointed look. “Steve.”

"Fine, fine." He kissed the back of your hand before trudging away. You waited until he was in the animated section to speak to Keith.

“Alright, you have to understand Keith, I know his taste is a bit pedestrian, but the dingus has other qualities."

"He's a douchebag of the highest order, Robin." You smacked your head against the counter.

"He was a bit of a prick to us in high school, I'll admit, but he remains a total chick magnet."

Keith glared at you as if you had wronged him. "I thought he was dating Wilkins now."

Robin laughed, feeling the momentum slip away from her argument. "Yeah..."

He shook his head, smirking at Robin. "Nope. He's not working here."

You knew what you had to do. Pushing Robin gently out of the way, you smiled as sweetly as you could before placing your hand on Keith’s arm. “Keith, I understand Steve was an asshole to you. Truly, I do. But can you do this one thing..." You conjured your best puppy eyes, tracing shapes on his forearm. “For me? Please?”

Keith gawked at you for a moment before collecting himself, pulling back and straightening his shirt. “Tell him he starts Monday.”

You grinned, winking at the flustered manager. “Thanks, Keithie.”

Robin hooked her arm through yours, walking toward the dingus you both loved so much. “Keithie?”

You laughed. “I had to seal the deal.”

“I can’t believe you just did that.” She whispered as you approached Steve.

“Well, I did. Now let's never talk about that again.”

Steve turned around, frowning. “He didn't change his mind, did he?”

Robin grinned. “He did actually. You start Monday.”

“Really?” He grabbed you, spinning you around like you weren’t in the middle of a very public Family Video. “I did it!”

“I know!” You smiled, gasping as he collided his lips into yours. “Alright, big guy. Why don’t we go home?”

“Ew.” Robin groaned as you walked back out to the car. “You couldn’t have waited to say that until after you dropped me off?”

You were dreading this. Getting into NYU was a huge honor, no doubt about it. You’d cried when you found out, excited to walk the same halls your father had so many years ago.

But now, the idea of leaving home, the idea of leaving Steve, Dustin, Robin, and the rest of your little crew was not in the slightest appealing. You were dreading it so much that you’d even brought up the idea of withdrawing to Steve.

He’d quickly reminded you that you needed to leave Hawkins, that you were destined for bigger things. You admired him as he parked the car, grabbing your luggage out of the trunk.

You couldn't stop staring at him, as if you stopped, he would vanish. Your friendship had spanned decades, but your relationship had just begun. You felt disgustingly in love, finding yourself taking in his appearance, committing it to memory. You loved him so much that if you stared long enough, you began to cry.

It was dramatic, you were fully aware.

You turned around, wiggling your eyebrows at your little cousin. “Anyone tease you about Suzie-poo yet today?”

“Shut up. I’ve heard enough about it from Lucas and Max. They kept singing at me.”

“Well, we had to go through the horrifying ordeal that was your rendition, so I think you can deal with it.”

You cackled. “Well said, Robin."

Steve popped back in through your window. “Let's go, babe. Time to get on the plane.”

You glared, raising an eyebrow. “Excited to get rid of me?"

Opening the door, he shook his head. “Of course not, baby-”

“I'm kidding, Steven.” You kissed his cheek, smiling. “Thank you.”

Dustin groaned, whining as he watched his cousin and best friend flirt. “Just to let you two know, I still am completely disgusted by,” he waved his arms at you. “-This.”

Steve smirked. “Well, we were disgusted by you and Suzie-poo, so deal with it.”

"Yeah, Dusty-bun, deal with it." You stuck your tongue out at your cousin, and Steve rolled his eyes, shaking his head affectionately, his arm hooked around your shoulders. “What are you five?”

Robin mirrored Steve, slinging her arm around Dustin’s shoulders. “Think about it this way, you won't have to deal with that until Winter Break. You’ve got time.”

“No.” He shook his head. “I don’t.”

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