#Maya Hawke marry me

[pez-and-quiet]

Can someone pleases tell me why Maya Hawke is so GODDAMN ATTRACTIVE

Like I fucking swear to Satan this woman will be the death of me

And just to mention all of these photos have been in my camera roll for months now

That’s just the grip this woman has on me

[myspilledguts-n-stuff]

damn….

[munsster]

redemption make out sesh

A/N: if you,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, my inbox is so lonely, i think they wants a reuqest or two, especially for handsome people like steve and robin and eddie 🤲

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You go a little green when Robin mentions the girl she used to have a crush on. 1.1k words

Warnings: i am so so gay for her, fluff, minor jealousy, kissing *gasp* in public *dun dun dunnnn*

Steve groans when your beat up Volvo bustles into an employees only spot out front. Saturday afternoon, three fifteen sharp, with your boots laced and your smile wide, trudging up the walkway with a bouquet in hand.

“Hey, heartthrob,” you coo, winking at Steve who deflects you to a humming Robin shuffling around the back of the store, arms cradling a mess of sleeper tapes. You pluck a blush rose from the edge of the small, baby pink arrangement, holding it out for him and clicking your tongue when he rolls his eyes and reluctantly accepts. “One day, Harrington, you’ll realize how truly perfect I am.”

“Would you just go make out with your girlfriend already?”

“Sure thing, bossman,” you tease, patting his shoulder and skipping your way between the short aisles before tip-toeing up behind Robin and reaching over her shoulder to present the flowers for her with a quiet, “ta-dah!”

“You didn’t,” she gasps, stacking her last movie and turning to face you, doe-eyed and tugging you close by the belt loops. You set the bouquet atop one of the empty metal shelves and buzz through the tips of your fingers and nose.

“Felt bad I couldn’t make it to your rally,” you sigh, leaning into her when she presses a smiley kiss to your cheek. “How’d it go? Did you totally rock our beloved fight song?”

“Oh, absolutely”—she’s beaming when she links her fingers between yours with a tight squeeze, and you push a hand through her fluffed hair—“We won, too, which means we’ll play again next week, and—oh, Tammy—you remember Tammy? Well, she sang before the game, which is actually really funny because—”

“Because you used to be kind of obsessed with her?” you say, heart thudding like a panicky bird in your chest. You shy away a little because know everything there is to know about Tammy Thompson, but the fact that tops the list is that for almost an entire year, she was all Robin would talk about. And you listened while she rambled on about this untouchable, unbelievably gorgeous angel always somehow sitting in her direct line of sight. For a year.

“I wouldn’t say obsessed. I had a slight crush on her; maybe that’s more… palatable.”

Robin shrugs. You smile through a tender-footed grimace, fiddling with the small round button pinned to her vest and mumbling, “maybe” between yourself and the feeling you’re not telling her something she already knows. Both of her hands slip around the waist of your jeans until she’s leaning against the back wall, and you’re leaning against her while picking at your chipped, green nail polish.

The tension between her brows dissipates a little when you gnaw at your inner cheek because she’s seen this kind of insecurity before. Felt it, too. That knowing even when there’s nothing to know. The thinking when everything in your head may very well be wrong, based on an absentminded conclusion. And right now, it is.

She snorts and brings a hand to cover her mouth when you squint at her and playfully grit your teeth.

“What’s so funny, Buckley?”

You’re screwed with her forehead resting on your shoulder, shaking her head and keeping you wound around her little finger. It’s so unfair how easy it is for her to get you to melt. And you always let her know: damp hand-in-hand or taking a staunch deep breath or going bleary eyed at a compliment.

“Nothing,” she chuckles, “you’re really cute when you’re jealous.”

It’s so sweet when you think you can hide your shyness when you shift and cross your arms over your chest. When you rub at the nape of your neck and look to the side. When you get all timid and putty, but she’s only been a little coy. It’s not her fault you’re crumpling against her.

“Am not… jealous.”

She lifts her head to cock a brow at you.

“Oh, yes, you are. You can’t even say it!”

“Shush, irrelevant.”

“Just admit it, you’re jealous of a tone-deaf straight girl with a serious ego problem,” Robin says, nudging you closer, fiddling with your back pocket. And she looks so sure of herself. Of you. Half-lidded and public and slumping a little to make sure you see when when she licks her lips. But you duck your head, hot in the face, your fist clenched at her side.

“Just… jealous of the way you talk about her—”

“Used to talk about her,” she says, hinting at a grin when you glance up to find she’s nearer than before. And her perfume is smooth enough to gulp down, lilting a slow vanilla and chamomile, like late summer daybreak and lazy walks in the park. And you have to admit, she’s right. This is the first time you’ve heard about Tammy Thompson since last spring when Robin started to linger closer. Borrow your chapstick and split milkshakes on Fridays and hold your hand when you got sick. Talk faster and choose the seat next to you more often than not.

“But still,” you whisper. So she tilts her head, your lashes fluttering and your palms curved around her corduroy hips because she’s a breath away, lips taunting your glittery gloss mouth with a smirk. She likes when you march into the store in your faux motorcycle boots, high-waisted jean shorts rolled up your thighs, polo tucked in and unbuttoned once so she can see the small heart-shaped necklace you wear for her.

“C’mon. You know you’re my favorite.”

She’s awfully conniving getting you to open your mouth like this, pressing closer until there’s nowhere else to go but together. And so you wind your fingers into her hair and grin into her mouth when your teeth mash a little. But then you find your footing, and it’s so easy with her. Each sigh ringing in your ears, and she drags her delicate fingertips down your arm and around your back, holding you still while you kiss her. And she kisses you.

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[biggestsimponhere]

Yes.

[steviethehairyington]

LET’S GO BOIIIISSSSSS!!!!!

I’m literally so happy that season 5 was announced that it officially begun it’s production! I can’t wait to see the gang for one last big adventure and battle before saying goodbye to them.

I’m not ready! I’m both happy and sad that they announced the production of the last season 😭

[thelastwalkingsoul]

I’ve only just seen all four of these HeLp

[sweetronancer]

IF I COULD I WOULD KISS YOU THE BODY DOESNT LIEE ID HOLD YOU LIKE SOFT WATERRR HOLDS THE SUN AGAINST THE SKY!!!!!!!! IK THAT SHE LOVES YOUU SO I WOULDNTTTTT DARE TO TRYYYYY HOLD YOU LIKE SOFT WATER HOLDS THE SKY /LYR💥💥💥

WAHHHH

[abnerkrill]

watched do revenge with low expectations yesterday and can confidently say it was better than 85% of movies at the Venice film festival. the teen movie is back baby!

[concerto-roblox]

do you guys think maya hawke is aware of the effect she has on women

[the-fire-might-be-shooting-at-us]

It was 11:05, Tuesday the 18th of 2023 when I first saw the video of Maya Hawke waking up, cuddling up to the girl filming and whispering "Why are we so tired, I don't understand why are we so-".

My room was cold and dark.

[taramaclaywasaterf]

Maya Hawke is literally so hot that she’s got me saying “maybe nepotism is good sometimes, actually…”

[delikaitxx]

let’s talk about her ❤️‍🔥✨

[whiskeyswifty]

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[favoritemelodies]

shitty pictures i took of maya hawke in nashville from the back of the venue :)

[theamazingannie]

“x writer/director/show runner etc cant be homophobic when there’s literally a canonically queer character” is exactly the same thing as someone saying “I can’t be racist I have a black friend” and I really need you all to understand that

[ninthhousesteel]

Listening to that one stranger things rap she was in like ”haha cool :)” (said with barely contained lust)

yeah Yeah. yeah <3