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sparkling-ariaria · 4 days

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But daddy I love him - S.H

Steve’s reputation is trying and failing to keep him away from the girl of his dreams

Steve Harrington x female!reader

A/n: forbidden lovers, king!steve

Warnings: strong language, kissing

Word count: 2.3k

Sarahs and Hannahs in their Sunday best

It was torture, watching her from a distance at some stupid party. And of course, because Steve needed to suffer, she looked perfect.

In a pretty summer dress that cut off a little high on her thighs. The thighs he had kissed goodbye that morning. He could practically hear her soft laugh in his head all over again. He wanted to walk over, hand pressed to her back as he pulled her into a kiss. It would’ve been slightly evil, considering her family were right there and in no uncertain terms they hated Steve.

“Do you want to go and talk to her?” Mrs Harrington whispered to her son. Eyes following his. He guessed he didn’t do a good job at hiding the fact he was staring at her. He shook his head but it was obvious he did. He desperately did.

She looked over her shoulder, eyes sparkling in a way they only did when she looked at him. She smiled right over their mixed friends and family, not caring one bit that she was smiling at King Steve. Not that that person existed anymore. But only they knew that.

She pretended to laugh along with her family but she wasn’t listening. Steve knew when she wasn’t listening, he caught it when he tried telling her something but she was deep in the chapters of a good book, or when he talked to her as he kissed her neck, not a word was getting into that head of hers.

Her Dad handed her a glass of something fizzing and cloudy to snap her back to attention. She took it and turned back away from Steve. Who was grinning because they were going to laugh about that later.

No, I'm not coming to my senses

“I know, I know but-” She was cut clean off. Her parents voices shouting up the stairs as she leaned against the bannister, she wanted to sink into the carpet. It was useless, everytime he came up and she tried to tell them all the wonderful things she knew, all the ways he loved her they wouldn’t hear it.

It was a constant repetition of all the horrible things he had done, some she wasn’t even sure if were true, some she had heard right from Steve’s mouth. According to her Mother, he was steering her off track but he was the one telling her to follow all her interests, he was the one who stayed up late to listen to her dreams, so how horrible could it be for her.

She started on the stairs, down two steps, anymore and they would think she was coming around to their opinions. She crossed her arms like a teenager getting told off, because that’s how she felt.

“And you know Mrs Henderson heard he-” Her mother was going on about something she didn’t catch.

She smiled. Heart warming up and chest feeling a little less tight. She could see Steve just outside the window beside the front door at the bottom of the staircase. Just behind her parents hiding in plain sight. His hair was a mess of deep brown, curls loose and begging her to run her fingers through them.

He caught her eyes and smiled. The only dangerous thing about him was that smile, even she could admit to just that. It had got her in the first place. Her mother waited in the car that night and sent her daughter inside to get something from the store. She wondered if she regretted that now.

Steve had been inside, buying something she couldn’t remember and he smiled at her. And that was that. She came back out practically skipping, blood running to her head, Steve seconds behind her smirking to himself.

“Do you really want to be with-”

Steve nodded his head to the side, silently telling her to come down. She rushed down the stairs suddenly making her parents stare at her like she was insane. She stepped right between them, hand on the door handle, Steve clearly on the other side.

“Sorry I have to go. Can you tell me how awful he is later?” She heard Steve laughing behind her just moments before his hand pulled her through the door.

I know he's crazy, but he's the one I want

She had her feet in his lap as he drove. He wasn’t sure where they were going but for now they were just driving through town. Steve could pinpoint every single house and how many people in it didn’t like him, it was a fun game to play in his head but there wasn’t time for it today.

He was too busy. One hand on the steering wheel, the other over her ankles, his thumb brushing back and forth over her skin. At stops he’d bend his head, leaning over as he kissed her knee. It ,ade her smile, all lovesick and shy.

It was hard to care what anyone thought in their very small town when she loved him. She watched him while he drove, eyes never faltering anywhere else. He could do this for hours and hours and hours-

“Stevie?” Oh. She was going to kill him some day. “Do you wanna go down to the lake?” Her fingers were fussing with the hem of her shorts, pulling at a loose thread. He knew she had been trying to think of something to do today and if he let her any longer, she would completely unstitch her clothes.

“You wanna go swimming?” He was already turning off the street to go to the lake. What other plans did they have?

If they went to hers, the enjoyment of pissing off her parents would wear off and he hated to see his girl having to fight his corner, as sweet it was. If they went over to his, his Mother’s friends were over and they would just look at him like he had committed a crime if even touched her hand and today was too nice of a day for all that.

“No one goes swimming this time of year. It's not hot enough yet.” She sounded disappointed, head back against the window, trying to tilt awkwardly to see the weather. It was warm and sunny but the lake would be freezing and she was right, no one went swimming this time of year.

“Who cares.” He said blatantly, shrugging his shoulders. She took her bottom lip between her teeth trying to fight a smile. They were at another stop so he leaned over and kissed her other knee this time, he was alternating. “I’ll keep you warm.”

He was chaos, he was revelry

There was a loud clatter of dishes inside the house. Everyone in the garden looked towards the noise, some people clearly looking for gossip. It made her want to laugh. Everyone was so harsh on her Steve, but they were all nosy judgmental gossips.

She said that last night, to her Grandmother about all her friends and she quite enjoyed it. She had been sitting there all night telling her about all the lovely, nice boys she knew who were interestingly just her granddaughter's age.

None of them were Steve and they never would be. Speaking of which. She suddenly heard him, a distinctive ‘fuck’ in his voice. She stepped away from her friends and he stumbled out of the house. His hair was falling over his eyes, his jaw was tight and clothes a little rough.

She knew whatever had happened wasn’t his fault. She knew it from the look he gave her. ‘It wasn’t my fault.’ He said with soft eyes, and she believed him. Chaos just seemed to attach itself to Steve even when he didn’t mean it to.

She walked right up to him, pressed a careful kiss to his cheek and intertwined their hands. Steve grinned boyishly like some kind of troubled teen.

“Everyone’s looking at us.” He whispered to her, mischief in his voice. She loved that mischief, she loved how dizzy it made her, how oddly calm it made her feel. That’s what no one seemed to get, Steve made her feel like heart was beating again but he wasn’t going to give her a heart attack.

He looked around, not afraid of anyone's looks. His eyes fell back on her as he asked, “Wanna run?”

So much for her reputation, for always standing straight and being polite, she was running out the place with Steve before they had even brought out cake. She was sure she heard her Dad call her name but he could yell at her later, she would just tell him she loved Steve and that people acted stupid in love. That’s all she was, stupid in love.

Bedroom eyes like a remedy

He pushed the bedroom door shut behind them, kissing away her soft giggling, hands slipping up her thighs, pushing her dress up and up and up. He had tinted lip balm across his cheek, sticky along his jaw and patchy on his neck.

Most days ended up like this. He just really liked kissing her, he liked looking down at her until she was kissing him because she couldn’t take it anymore. She told him he was just too kissable, that it wasn’t fair on her. He said he wasn’t sorry.

Her hands always got lost in his hair, tangled in knots. His hands wandered to her hips, to her legs, to her face. Anywhere he could touch her, he did. Sometimes they fell back into his bed, sometimes they didn’t make it that far.

Whatever happened, Steve always liked what came after. When it was the two of them and she was in his arms, calling him pretty and tracing patterns on his cheek with her fingertip. When she told him all the things she thought about, when she called everyone stupid for not adoring him the way she did.

He nudged his nose against hers sweetly, before resting his head back against the hardwood floor. “Ow, shit.” She laughed as he rubbed the back of his head, he had forgotten they were on the floor for a moment and that they hadn’t in fact made it to his bed this time either. “It’s not funny.”

He didn’t help his case, laughing right along with her. She held her hand to her mouth but it didn’t stop anything, he could still hear her head spinning laughter filling up his bedroom. He jumped on top of her again, pinning her wrists flush against the floor.

“I could’ve been seriously hurt.”

She couldn't stop laughing at him, a pretty hazy glow around her. He was seconds from kissing her again, from staring up all over again, still not getting to the bed. But then he could hear her Dad’s voice echoing downstairs.

She stopped laughing, letting Steve tug her up to her feet. Then the laughing started up again as they heard footsteps coming up the stairs. In his defence he panicked and hiding her in the wardrobe made perfect sense right now.

They came in to find the two of them in a fit of laughter as Steve’s clothes fell off the hangers and she tried to climb in. Steve couldn’t be serious, even as she stood there in his t-shirt while her parents told her they just wanted what was best for her and that obviously wasn’t Steve. He just couldn’t stop smiling.

Her hand reached towards his to play with his fingers when she started getting bored of being told off. Steve wondered if they could make it out the window without hurting themselves. He could go first then he could catch her or-

“Are you even listening Steve?”

Everyone in the room was looking at him. She squeezed his hand, the little remnants of sex still clouding her features and that alone made him smirk. But everything about her look screamed at him that she didn’t care what anyone thought, that she loved him, him, him, him. So he answered his mother, who should’ve never let them in, honesty.

“No.”

Me and my wild boy and all of his wild joy

Steve had the car packed up, it couldn’t have been that early. If they cared or wanted to cater to anyone in town they would’ve left before dawn but if anyone saw them, well then so be it. She gave her mother a hug at the front door, before running down the front steps.

His hands went right around her, holding her waist tightly as he lifted her just enough to spin her a little. He knew how much she loved that.

The sun was warm now, making her hot even in her dress. Steve’s favourite dress, white with little blue flowers all over it. What else was she supposed to wear now she had a pretty engagement ring on her finger?

“You ready?” He put her back down on the ground. She didn’t think he had any idea where they were going but, for the summer at least, they were going somewhere. Somewhere to be lovesick and stupid, somewhere to wonder around hand in hand and explore a new place.

She nodded so quickly no one could’ve accused her of second guessing. Steve smiled and waved at her parents still standing at the door, she wondered if that was the start of a smile her Dad was trying to hide. Maybe when they got back in a few weeks that would be a real smile.

Steve opened the car door for her, letting her slip in the passenger seat she had been in a thousand times before. He ran around to his door, misstepping on a dip in the road and making her laugh. King Steve was dead and gone he had been for years. Everyone was just taking forever to realise it.

He got in the car.

Her heart thumped when he leaned across and kissed her, really kissed her. A lung burning kiss that was probably meant to be in private but when had they ever cared.

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sparkling-ariaria · 8 days

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#thought to keep #stevie

modern!steve who facetimes his girl in the shower because he misses her, he likes see her pretty face even when he's washing his hair and he really likes when he gets out the shower and she talks him through his skincare routine so he gets it right, who only ever posts his girl and their cat, sometimes when he does post himself, he gets all these comments flirting with him, he's just very very pretty, and he always says things like you think I'm hot? then you haven't seen my gf have you? he's just that annoying, who see's his girl reading smut on her phone and starts asking her if she want's to try that, and he's completely serious, wait, how did they get in that position though? steve- what? here give me your leg let me try

who hates the lack of drive in movie theatre's around, because according to him, making out in the living room and ignoring the movie is great but making out with his girl in his lap in at the drive in would be so much better, plus the popcorn and coke tastes better outside the house, who runs through town with earphones, which wouldn't be a problem but every time he sees his girl across the street she shouts her name, so excited to see her, so excited that he forgets he's got music very loudly playing in his ears and one step away from her he's still shouting the entire conversation until she puts her hand on his arm and points to his ears, shit, sorry

who loves when his girl shops online because it means he's own little fashion show when the package arrives, it means sitting on the sofa and watching her come out in pretty dresses and short shorts, it means asking her to do a little twirl, maybe seeing if she needs help taking it off because honey that zipper looks tricky, who takes pictures of his day and sends it to his girl, so she doesn't miss anything when they're not together, pictures of what shoes he's wearing that day, what he had for breakfast, the cat he saw across the street that he's convinced has drama with their cat, him and robin at family video bored out of their minds, and a picture of her he's taken when they're together again, stevie- if you stop looking so pretty, I'll stop taking photos of you, deal?

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sparkling-ariaria · 12 days

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you’re sleepy. Eddie can’t help but love on you. eddie munson x fem!reader, ~600 words

It’s been a long, long day, and you’re really feeling it. Your feet hurt, your back aches, your eyelids feel much heavier than you think they have a right to.

You’re curled up on top of the plush bed covers, nearly asleep. In the distance, there’s the click of the front door unlocking, and then footsteps in the hallway, and then the thud of heavy boots being kicked off and forgotten.

“Sweetheart?”

Eddie pads through the apartment, poking his head curiously into the bedroom. You generally try not to nap after work, so you won’t have trouble falling asleep later in the night. But there you are: just half-awake, too exhausted to even crawl beneath the blanket.

He softens. “Hey, pretty,” he says as he crosses the room, coming to a stop next to the bed. He stands over you, and reaches down to stroke a gentle finger across your cheek. “You okay?”

You yawn and nod. “M’tired.”

Eddie chuckles. “I can see that. Busy day?”

“Mmhmm.” You’re unwilling — or simply unable — to verbalize much more.

His hand slips around to the back of your head, cradling it sweetly in his palm. The tips of his ringed fingers work through your hair and rub gently at your scalp. You twist on the bed and try to push your head deeper into his hand, wanting more of his touch.

A rush of affection surges through his chest; pure love with a dash of amusement. He loves it when you get like this. Cuddly and needy and warm, eager to be loved on by him — him, Eddie Munson, of all people.

He crouches down beside the bed so you’re at eye-level and leans in to smother you with kisses. He leaves no feature untouched, pressing his lips to every square inch of your face: your forehead, your closed eyes, the tip of your nose. He smacks kisses to each cheek and to your chin, dots them all the way around your jawline, until he hits that sweet spot right underneath your ear.

“Mmm,” you sigh in quiet delight, hands grasping at his sturdy shoulders.

“Is that nice?” The words are muffled, his mouth still working against your skin.

You nod.

Eddie gathers you up in his arms, careful not to jostle you too roughly. He’s not really trying to get you riled up (although he’s not completely opposed to the idea); he just wants a moment with his girl.

You mumble against his lips. “Eddie?”

He gives you another peck. “Yeah?”

You play with a curly tendril of hair, twirling it around your finger. “I thought about you all day today,” you whisper.

At those words Eddie swears he can feel everything inside of him move.

If anyone ever asked him to describe what love feels like, he doesn’t think he could explain it any further than that.

“You did?” he whispers back.

“Uh-huh.”

“All day?” His face splits into a slow smile, one that’s syrupy-sweet, and his eyes glitter, brows raised. “Really?”

He’s teasing you, but only a little.

You laugh breathlessly. “All day,” you repeat.

He hums in response and pulls you in even closer, so he can give you a proper kiss, one that’s slow and precise.

Your body slumps against his, letting Eddie’s strong arms support your weight.

“Alright, sleepy girl.” He noses at your hairline. “Why don’t I at least make us dinner first, before you go passing out on me?”

“Mmkay.” You let yourself fall back down onto the pillows with a hazy smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

When he reaches the doorway, he turns back and blows you another kiss.

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sparkling-ariaria · 12 days

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Ahoy!

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: In some timeline, Starcourt didn't burn down and Eddie was able to go to work selling ice cream. He and Steve make a little bet, from which Eddie comes out happy.

A/N: don't look for canonical logic in this, I just need to imagine my husband in shorts

"You suck, Munson" laughed Robin, leaning out the window and placing a new line in the corresponding box "Although look at it on the bright side, you and Steve could compete for who is worse"

“And how about you enter the competition too? You'd totally kick us out,” Eddie taunted, causing the girl to throw a plastic spoon at him and Steve to smile.

Eddie Munson had walked into the job at Scoops Ahoy just a few weeks ago, but somehow he had won the hearts of both of them. At first both had been too suspicious, but they had to accept him thanks to the tremendous love that Dustin Henderson seemed to have for him, and what started as a committed relationship ended up becoming a friendship. He made them laugh and honestly brought a chaotic spark to the place. Also, during the holidays an extra pair of hands was perfect when dispensing scoops of ice cream.

"Here comes the next one, it's your turn dingus" Robin murmured with a mocking face. Steve took a deep breath, mentally preparing to make a fool of himself in front of another girl, but when he was about to turn to say hello, he was violently pushed out of the way by his partner.

“Ahoy, lady!” Eddie said enthusiastically, with a smile that could be described as completely nervous. You were standing in front of him, wearing a lime green dress and your hair full of butterfly barrettes, while you held a huge knitted bag on your shoulder "For which flavors would you like to sail this afternoon?” he asked, in the kindest tone he managed to get out of himself.

Both Robin and Steve looked at each other, not understanding why Eddie had been so aggressive in serving you especially, and decided to watch the scene with curiosity.

"Do they make you say that to all the customers?" you asked, letting out a giggle that put Eddie on the clouds.

He knew at some point you might go to that ice cream parlor, I mean, Hawkins isn't very big and it seemed like everyone was crazy to have something sweet and cold in their mouths thanks to the summer heat, but he hadn't prepared himself to have to serve you. He was already all flustered and he was praying with all his might that he wasn't blushing because of you.

"No, but I get paid an extra 50 cents an hour if I do," he joked and heard you laugh again. He hoped that was a good sign.

"I see, Eddie" you murmured and he thought he would die right there. Did you know his name? Did you really recognize him?

“Do you… do you know me?” he encouraged himself to say, struggling not to stutter.

"It's in your uniform," you explained, nodding at the small plaque on his chest. Of course that was it, stupid “But I've also seen you a few times at school. You're the one who stands on tables and yells things, right?"

"That's me," he laughed, slightly embarrassed that you had that memory of him. Most people noticed him because of how loud he was, but at least it was something.

You took advantage of the smile he gave you to look at him better: he was wearing that bright blue sailor uniform, but he had decided to put a chain on his belt just like the ones he wore on his pants and the scarf around his neck looked messier. You caught a glimpse of big black boots on his feet, his bare arms on which there were a few tattoos, and also the white company cap on his curly fluffy hair. It was obvious that you knew Eddie but had never paid much attention to him, and now that you did you were completely mesmerized by the sight.

“Do you have anything with cherry?” you asked in his direction. Eddie thought it was only natural that a girl like you would be a fan of cherry and he smiled to himself at that.

“Actually I have one right here that has cherry and mascarpone in it, it really does taste delicious,” he recited, hoping to be convincing enough. He had made sure to sample all the flavors when Steve and Robin weren't looking, just so he could recommend them to customers. "Would you like to try it?"

"Of course, why not?" you said while shrugging your shoulders and showing him a smile. Eddie deftly moved behind the counter and poured out a couple of scoops of ice cream in a cone, going out of his way to put an extra amount of everything just for you and also look cute in the process. In your opinion, that was working.

"A delicious ice cream on this hot day for the young woman" he exclaimed. He felt like an idiot as soon as the words left his lips, but hearing you laugh he relaxed noticeably.

"How much do I owe you?" you asked, reaching into your bag for a bill.

“Nothing,” he said immediately, which caused you to frown. “There's… huh… a promotion this week. Free ice cream for pretty girls”

Eddie thought, again, that maybe he was crossing a line of trust or that you would just be grossed out, but he again calmed down when he saw you smile.

"I guess you've said that to a lot of people, right?"

“You are the first, actually. You know, the company doesn't have enough to go around giving things away, so we have to be very selective” he lied to you. With each word that came out of his mouth, you could only smile more and more.

“I see,” you said, trying to keep your cool. He extended the ice cream in your direction and you took it, brushing for a second the boy's three-ringed hand "Then I'll have to come another day and see if that promotion is still on, don't you think?"

"We regularly change promotions every week, but I think you could apply for several of these" he responded excitedly. He didn't mind finishing his salary paying for your ice cream if it meant seeing you for a couple of minutes.

“That's great to hear that,” you exclaimed, knowing full well that he was just being flirty with you. You weren't going to take advantage of the poor boy, but it was nice to have an excuse to visit him. "I'll see you around then, I guess."

"Of course. See ya Y/N,” he murmured, pronouncing your name like romantic poetry and making you blush.

You turned to walk out, but as soon as you walked a few steps a part of you screamed at you to go back and find any excuse to keep in touch with the boy. He was handsome and kind, you didn't want to miss out on the chance to get to know him better.

"By the way…"

"Yes?" he answered quickly, leaning over the counter a bit to listen to what you had to say.

“Would you mind if I left you my phone number? so you can call me if you think I can take advantage of any of those promotions you said” you murmured, hoping you hadn't misunderstood the conversation. But you saw how his features lit up when he frantically nodded his head.

“Of course, that's a brilliant idea,” he replied, frantically searching for a piece of paper and a pen. When he found them, he extended them in your direction and watched excitedly as you wrote numbers, followed by your name "Then I'll call you if we have something that interests you"

“Or you can also call me if you just want to chat,” you said vaguely, again hoping not to go overboard with him, while you waved a hand in the air “Now I'm leaving. Nice to meet you, Eddie”

“Same here,” he murmured, almost hypnotized by you and clutching the napkin in disbelief.

You, his impossible love for years, had given him your number and told him he could call you whenever he wanted for no reason in particular. He felt like he was in heaven.

"What the hell was that?" asked Steve, who had been watching the scene from the beginning. Eddie had almost forgotten his presence.

“I'm sorry, man. But I couldn't stand watching you flirt with this particular girl."

"Well, I'm happy to report to you gentlemen that Eddie just got his first good point. Hooray!"

"Did she give you her number?" Steve asked curiously, trying to see the paper his friend of his was holding, but Eddie wouldn't let him.

He would guard that information as if it were life or death and of course he would withdraw from the game, because he knew that you were the only point he needed on the board.

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sparkling-ariaria · 15 days

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Maybe this is an unpopular opinion, but here I go.

If we see Eddie Munson in season five of Stranger Things, I don’t want him to be a figment of Dustin’s imagination like Joseph Quinn and Joe Keery were discussing. Or in a flashback or dream sequence.

Don’t get me wrong, I want to see Joseph Quinn as Eddie Munson again, but the reminder that he’s dead and never coming back would hurt too much. It would be like rubbing salt in the wound. The final scene we had with him was painful enough.

Since Friday, I’ve read so many creative and well-crafted stories where Eddie Munson comes back to life. Outside of fics, I’ve also read lots of cool theories that are just crazy enough to the point where they’re plausible in the Stranger Things universe.

Eddie Munson deserves to be brought back to life and get a happy ending. He never did anything wrong. What he didn’t deserve was to die for nothing because, in the end, his sacrifice was unnecessary, avoidable, and meant nothing. I’ll get into that at another time.

The want for Eddie to return alive is there, and so are the stories. It’s not all that far-fetched since we watched Eleven bring Max back to life after she was mutilated and so was Eddie.

Last thoughts, I really hope Netflix, the Stranger Things writers, and the Duffer Brothers are paying attention right now. Because they messed up big time, but it all can be fixed.

I’ve seen people fix it in their stories. I even have my own ideas on how it can be fixed.

It’s just a matter of if they care enough or want to think outside the box. And I hope after all the backlash to his bullshit death that they start to care.

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sparkling-ariaria · 15 days

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#thought to keep #eddie

eddie starts to do more accents after noticing how much it makes you giggle. he’ll start ordering pizza in a british accent when you’re at the trailer for movie night. when he catches you drifting off while studying, he’s quick to break in a high pitched valley girl accent as he reads “what was like the primary goal of the confederacy in fighting the civil war?” when he notices you trying to hide your smile he continues his theatrics. “whats your damage? do you like want to fail this test?” he’ll break into a french accent when you cook together, he even drew a moustache with a sharpie once (had to go to school the next day with it on since it wouldn’t come off and he didn’t break out of the accent till it fully came off). when he picks you up for school he greets you in a pirate accent, but sometimes it’s a southern one. it somehow never gets old and he’s rewarded with your smile every time.

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sparkling-ariaria · 16 days

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#thought to keep #steve

steve harrington likes holding your hand as you walk down the street, intertwining your fingers and swinging your hands, he likes kissing you as you cross the road, it's not practical but every time you have to cross it reminds him that it's been a few second's since he last kissed you, he likes pulling you to the safer side of the path, without saying a word and making your stomach flip, he likes pointing at houses and telling you what parts he'd like your house to have one day, you're going to have a pretty porch and flowers in the garden <3

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sparkling-ariaria · 17 days

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 — JAMES POTTER!

pairings ❧ james potter x reader

summary ❧ you think james is really pretty—unfortunately for you, sirius notices and decides to take matters into his own hands

warnings ❧ female!reader, implied gryffindor!reader, siruis playing matchmaker, mutual pinning, fluff, cheesy writing, kissing, public displays of affection

word count ❧ 1k

additional notes ❧ i have a series idea for this so if you’re interested let me know ´･ᴗ･`

“Kind of a pretty boy, isn’t he?”

Calling James a pretty boy is an understatement. James Potter is the absolute embodiment of beauty. Those perfect little dimples that dip flawlessly upon his cheeks, the mole that lingers where his jaw meets his neck, a spot you’d love to place your lips. Those brown eyes that pool into yours like a drop of honey, eyes that you could get lost in forever. And finally those soft lips that never seem to be without a smile. It consumes your every thought, and quite frankly, you could stare at him forever.

That’s exactly what got you into this situation. Staring. But you just can’t help it. Not when James is sitting on the couch across the common room, his arms resting on the back, while unintentionally showing off his biceps with a white button up that seems a little too tight for his body. An effortless smile is planted firmly upon his face while he laughs and converses with Remus and Peter, who sit on the lounge chairs opposite of him.

“(Y/n)?” Siruis’ voice catches your attention, causing you to become fully aware of his presence on the couch next to you.

“Hm?” You hum, seemingly unable to tear your gaze away from the boy who still sits perfectly across the room.

“Are you just going to ignore me and continue staring at Prongs or what?” Siruis asks playfully, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips.

“If you want me to agree with you, it’s not going to happen.” You respond, finally turning your attention away from James and towards the smug looking Sirius Black beside you, a hint of annoyance heard through your tone.

“Oh come on, everyone sees the way you look at him.” Sirius groans while leaning his head back against the couch, before turning to face you with another mischievous grin, “Just admit it, you think he’s pretty.”

“Fine, maybe I think he’s a little bit pretty.” You admit and a rush of heat spreads across your cheeks, hence your confession. “But it doesn’t mean—”

“You think who’s pretty?” James’ voice pipes in cheerfully, while you and Sirius watch as the boy happily plops down next to you, his arm instinctively resting against the couch behind your head.

“No one.” You respond quickly, your eyes wide and full of panic with the thought of James knowing about your infatuation.

“You.” Sirius says at the same time, and you instantly send him a sharp glare, feeling a sense of betrayal, but you only receive a smug grin in response, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Me?” James questions, glancing back and forth at you and Sirius, his obvious confusion forming an adorable crease between his eyebrows.

The tension in the air is palpable, you and James can’t seem to take your eyes off of each other, while Sirius watches with a satisfied expression clear on his face. The moment seems to last forever and your heart rate begins to rise as your panic sets in.

“That’s my cue.” Sirius whispers before sending you a wink and jumping up from his place next to you, bounding over to the spot across from Remus and Peter, where James was once sitting.

“Traitor.” You mouth towards Sirius and you receive an innocent shrug in response, which causes you to let out an annoyed huff.

“You think I’m pretty, darling?” James asks hesitantly and you return your gaze to James’, a surprised look in your eyes because of how soft his tone is.

James Potter is not shy. He’s never been one to back down from anything, dares, pranks, and especially talking to girls. They’ve always been all over him, hence, he’s pretty and he knows it. However, unbeknownst to you, you’ve always been the only person to manage to break down those confident walls and show the softer, shyer side of James. The boy can’t help but feel bubbly and warm around you, something stirs deep within his gut that he’s never felt before.

“Yeah, I think you’re pretty, James.” You respond without hesitation and you can’t believe those words just came out of your mouth.

“Yeah?” James asks, while tilting his head to one side, and a boyish grin spreads across his face, showing off those gorgeous little dimples that you love so much.

“Yeah.” You nod, and James’ infectious smile causes one of your own to make its way onto your face.

“Well love, I think you’re pretty, too.” James leans forward to whisper, the words linger, only for your ears to hear while placing his large, but soft hand upon your cheek and begins gently drawing circles over your skin.

“How pretty?” You ask, a flush rising to your cheeks, shocked with your own boldness, while James releases his hand from your cheek and places your hand in his.

“Really pretty.” James hums lovingly and strokes his thumb across your knuckles, “Can I kiss you, (Y/n)?”

“Yeah.” You nod, my gaze trailing down at James’ mouth when you notice his tongue darting out in order to wet his lips.

Instantly after your words of confirmation, James’ hands slip from yours and grab your cheeks, intertwining his fingers with your hair, and placing his lips on yours. Kissing James is everything and nothing like you’d excepted. His lips are soft, his hands are warm against your cheeks, the kiss is passionate and sweet just like you’d expected, and yet it makes you feel like the whole world is crumbling all around you, leaving just the two of you alone together.

When the both of you finally pull away, James holds you close as the two of you begin to chuckle breathlessly and yet James’ rumbling laugh still manages to shake his chest all the while filling your heart with warmth and love.

“Finally!” Sirius cheers from across the room, grabbing you and James’ attention.

“Shut up, Padfoot!” James shouts back, and I let my head drop upon his shoulder, an embarrassed giggle escaping my lips.

“Now darling,” James says sweetly, and gently lifts my head up off his shoulder which causes me to shamelessly gaze into those pretty brown eyes, “How about a date?”

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