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𐔌   .  ⋮ 𝙆𝙀𝙀𝙍𝙔𝙎𝘿𝙄𝘼𝙍𝙔 .ᐟ  ֹ   ₊ ꒱

⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ im valarie, welcome to my blog! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

the big two-zero, she/her.

(definitely joe keerys wife)

love anything djo, unhealthy music obsession, dog lover til the day i die, i love horror movies (fear street is my fav trilogy), also love chick-flicks and romance. obviously my love stranger things.

“i’m brunette” — chill i’m easy.

talk to me about anything! pls just keep it respectful.

i do love using dashes a lot (i don’t use ai)

get2knowme || masterlist

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⤷ ゛— 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 — ˎˊ˗

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃you’re the new art && english teacher in hawkins high, you expect paper work and loud kids but what you don’t expect is steve harrington. these days he's a baseball coach, a sex ed teacher, && the self-appointed fixer of every broken thing in hawkins high school.

then you arrive.

all fresh lesson plans, lavender perfume, paint-stained fingers, && a smile that makes steve forget what he was talking about halfway through a sentence.

val yaps: this is gonna be a cute short mini series, i’ll try write but i cannot guarantee quick uploads 😭

content warnings: set in season 5 of stranger things!, teacher! steve x teacher! reader, co-workers to lovers, fluff, swearing. lmk if i missed anything! 

masterlist 

—•𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬•—

𝐈 || room 49. 

𝐈𝐈 || don’t be shy to make some friends

𝐈𝐈𝐈 || the shape of a routine 

𝐈𝐕 || take me home?

𝐕 || for educational purposes only

𝐕𝐈 || mint gum and roses 

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𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐭! • steve harrington

content warning: fluff, the tiniest bit of angst (if u squint) mentions of drinking, tipsy!reader x tipsy!steve season 1!steve, nancy and steve kinda break up moment during the halloween party, swearing. lmk if i missed anything!

val yaps: feel free to send requests!

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the cold hits steve the second he walks out of the party.

hard.

or maybe that’s just the feeling sitting in his chest but either way, it sucks.

behind him, the halloween party keeps going like nothing happened. music shaking the walls, people laughing too loud, stupid costumes crowding the doorway.

and meanwhile, steve feels like he can barely breathe. nancy’s words keep replaying in his head.

it’s ‘bullshit.’

he shoves his hands into his jacket pockets and heads toward his car, jaw tight.

“steve?”

he looks up.

you’re standing a few spaces away from him, white costume wings hanging behind your shoulders, halo tilted slightly crooked.

an angel.

which feels unfair right now.

“…hey,” he says quietly.

you walk closer, expression softening immediately “are you okay?” he lets out a laugh but with no real humour in it. “do i look okay?”

“steve.”

that tone.

gentle.

careful.

it’s like you already know he’s hurting.

he looks away, back down at his feet. “nancy and i had a fight.” your face falls slightly. “oh.”

“yeah.”

there’s a weird silence for a second before you nod toward his car.

“you wanna sit for a minute and talk about it?”

he almost says no, he should probably drive home, or go back inside.

or do literally anything else.

but instead he unlocks the car and slides into the driver’s seat with a sigh. you climb into the passenger side beside him.

the door shuts and it’s quite, slightly awkward. the windows fog slightly from the cold outside, muting the flashing party lights into blurry colours.

for a while, neither of you say a word.

you wait, like you always do. until steve rests his head back against the seat. “…she called it bullshit,” he says finally.

you turn toward him.

“our relationship,” he explains bitterly. “started going on about how i didn’t care about barb and how she doesn’t .. love me”

your heart kinda felt heavy for him, it was sad to see him so upset. “she didn’t mean that.”

“she said it.”

his voice is sharper now, frustration bleeding through.

“well she’s drunk,” you say softly.

“yeah, well.” he scoffs. “doesn’t mean it didn’t suck.”

you nod slowly. what are you supposed to say to that?

you glance over at him carefully.

his costume’s half undone now, sunglasses shoved onto the dashboard, hair messy from him dragging his hands through it over and over.

he looks exhausted.

sad, in a way that makes your chest ache.

“i’m sorry,” you murmur.

steve shrugs like it doesn’t matter.

it clearly does.

“i just don’t get it,” he says after a second, quieter now. “i tried, you know?”

“i know.”

“like—i really tried. i’ve never really been with a girl like nancy wheeler.” he mumbles.

you look at him, really look at him.

and god, you wish he knew that you see it.

that everybody else only sees king steve or whatever, but you see the boy underneath it too. the one who actually cares. probably too much.

“steve,” you say gently, “sometimes people can care about each other and still not work.”

he lets out a small laugh. “that sounds like something from a movie.”

“maybe,” you smile faintly, shrugging. “doesn’t mean that i’m wrong.”

he looks over at you then, and suddenly you’re very aware of how close you’re sitting.

how small the car feels.

“how do you always do that,” he says quietly.

“do what?”

“know what to say.”

your stomach flips a little.

“i don’t always.”

“yeah, you do.”

you look down at your hands, smiling slightly. “well… somebody has to keep you from spiraling.” that gets a real laugh out of him, it’s small but it’s there.

and it makes something warm bloom in your chest.

“see? you’re smiling already,” you tease quietly. he rolled his eyes, shaking his head “shut up.”

“you laughed.”

“doesn’t count.”

you grin, leaning back in your seat. your wings crinkle awkwardly behind you.

steve glances over immediately. “…those look uncomfortable.”

you groan dramatically. “they’re awful.”

“then why wear them?”

“because my friend said i’d make a cute angel.”

his eyes flick over you slowly before he can stop himself.

“…you do.”

your breath catches slightly.

steve realizes what he said immediately. “i mean—the costume,” he corrects quickly. “the costume’s cute.”

you try not to smile too hard. “right.”

he groans softly, rubbing his face. “i’m drunk.”

“a little.”

“and having a horrible night.”

“also true.”

another laugh.

you don’t miss the way he’s relaxing now. little by little.

like he just needed someone to sit with him for a while, you don’t really want to leave either.

the party feels far away now.

it’s warmer in here, safer.

“you know,” you say softly, “you don’t always have to pretend you’re okay.” steve goes still for a second.

then shrugs slightly. “kinda used to it.”

your chest aches at that.

“well,” you murmur, “you don’t have to with me.” his eyes lift to yours again.

there’s something so open in his expression suddenly that it almost catches you off guard. “…why are you so nice to me?” he asks quietly.

you blink.

“what?”

“seriously,” he says. “i walk out here miserable and you just sit in my car listening to me complain.”

“you’re not complaining.”

“kinda am.”

“okay,” you smile softly, “but i don’t mind.”

he stares at you.

and you realize, all at once, how dangerous this feels. because you want to stay.

even now. especially now.

you want another five minutes in this car. another ten. another hour. you want him to keep talking just so you can keep hearing his voice.

steve swallows hard.

“you should probably go back inside,” he says eventually, though he doesn’t sound like he wants you to.

“probably.”

neither of you moves.

outside, someone yells drunkenly near the house.

inside the car, it’s quiet again.

steve looks over at you slowly. “…thanks for coming out here, i needed this”

you smile a little, shrugging slightly “no problem, i think i wanted an excuse to stay with you for a while anyway.”

his expression changes instantly, he softens “yeah?”

you nod. “yeah.”

and for a small second — neither of you looks away.

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𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 • steve harrington

val yaps: hello hello, hope you lot are doing well, this one is a bit more smutty than i thought i think? lol sorry if it’s shit xx

content warning: fluff into smut, babysitter!steve, established relationship, semi public sex? (car), unprotected pnv (wrap it before ya tap it!), praising. lmk if i’ve missed anything!

masterlist.

“no.”

“steve—”

“no.”

you sigh, arms crossed as steve leans against the doorframe like he’s personally guarding it. behind you, dustin henderson groans loudly. “you’re unbelievable!” he complained. “it’s just the arcade.”

“yeah,” steve shoots back, “and i said no.”

“why?” lucas asks, pushing the question. steve gestures vaguely toward you. “because i have plans.”

you raise a brow. “we’re literally watching tv.”

“yeah,” he nods. “together.”

“romantic,” dustin teases. “hey,” steve points at him. “don’t make fun of my relationship.”

“then stop being lame,” dustin fires back. you bite back a smile, stepping between them. “steve,” you say, softer now, tugging lightly on his sleeve. “c’mon. it’s just a ride.”

“they can bike,” he argues.

“it’s dark.” you fold your arms.

“they’ll survive.”

“steve.” 

he looks at you, his eyes examining your face before his entire expression softens.

“we’ll come right back,” you add, quieter. “i promise.”

he groaned.

“…fine.”

dustin throws his hands up. “yes!”

“but we’re not staying,” steve adds quickly. “we drop you off, we leave. that’s it.”

“whatever, thank you” lucas says. “just drive.”

“let me just grab keys, jesus” steve huffed as he left turned around. “you guys owe me” you shook your head with a smile. 

fifteen minutes later, you’re parked outside the arcade.

neon lights flashing, muffled game sounds spilling out every time the door opens.

“be back in an hour,” steve says, turning in his seat to glare at the kids. “we know,” dustin says, already halfway out the door.

“and don’t—”

“we know steve.” they all say collectively. 

max rolls her eyes, dragging dustin out with her. “bye, mom!” she grinned.

steve scoffs. “i’m not—”

the door slams.

they’re gone.

silence.

you and steve sit there for a second.

he leans back in his seat, exhaling. “unbelievable.”

you can’t help but laugh, reaching into your bag. “you love them.”

“no, i don’t.”

“you do.”

“i don’t.”

you hum, clearly not convinced, pulling out a random magazine you grabbed earlier.

“what’s that?” he asks.

“something to do while we wait,” you say, flipping it open.

he leans over slightly, squinting at the page.

“…is your crush secretly in love with you?” he reads aloud, deadpan.

you grin. “perfect.”

“absolutely not.” he shook his head. 

“oh, c’mon,” you nudge his arm. “it’ll be funny.”

“it’ll be stupid.”

“exactly.”

he shakes his head again, but there’s already a smile tugging at his lips. “…fine,” he mutters. “but i’m not taking it seriously.”

“you totally are,” you say, already scanning the questions.

“i’m not.”

“you are.”

“i’m not.”

“steve.”

“…maybe a little.”

you laugh.

“okay,” you say, sitting up straighter. “first question.” he groans. “can we not like move to the backseat and—.”

“shh,” you wave him off. “does your crush go out of their way to spend time with you?” he snorts. “wow. hard-hitting.”

“answer the question.”

he glances at you.

then shrugs, trying to play it casual. “i mean… yeah.”

you raise a brow. “yeah?”

“yeah,” he repeats. “i’m here, aren’t i?”

your heart does a tiny flip.

“okay,” you nod, pretending to mark it down. “next one.”

he leans closer now, more invested than he’d like to admit.

“does your crush compliment you often?” you smile slightly. “hmm.”

“what?” he asks.

“nothing.”

“what?”

“you do do that,” you say.

he frowns. “do what?”

“compliment me.”

he shrugs, a little defensive now. “so?”

“so… that’s a yes.”

he huffs, looking out the window. “this quiz is rigged.” you laugh. “okay, fine, your turn then.”

he perks up immediately. “finally.”

you hand him the magazine, he clears his throat dramatically.

“does your crush get jealous when you talk about other people?” his smile already growing as he read it out.

you pause. “…no.”

he looks at you.

squints.

“really?”

“really.”

he raises a brow. “so if i talked about another girl right now—”

“you wouldn’t,” you cut in quickly.

he grins.

“okay, so that’s a yes.”

“that is not a definite yes.”

“it’s definitely a yes.” you shove his shoulder lightly. “keep reading.”

he laughs, clearly enjoying this now.

“does your crush look at you like you’re the only person in the room?” you go quiet for a second.

then glance at him.

he’s already looking at you, of course he is.

“…that’s not fair,” you mutter.

“why not?”

“because you do that.”

he blinks. “i do not.”

“yeah, you do,” you insist, softer now. he shrugs. “maybe i just like looking at you. you have a beautiful face, why wouldn’t i look at you?”

“steve—”

“what?” he says, suddenly a little less confident. “it’s true.” you stare at him.

he shifts slightly in his seat.

“…keep going,” you say quietly.

he nods, clearing his throat again. but he doesn’t look back at the magazine.

just at you.

“…i think this quiz is stupid,” he says.

“why?”

“because i don’t need it.” he places it down. “are we really gonna sit here and do this stupid quiz?” he raised a brow. 

you shook your head, taking the magazine back. “fine, fine. what’s the plan then?” steve leans back, biting his bottom lip before opening his mouth “we’ve an hour and probably more, cause let’s face it. they’re only gonna come back when they want to.”

“well what are you thinking? what else can we do?” you mumbled.

steve let out a low, huffed breath, his eyes scanning your face as if he was trying to memorise the way the dim light hit your eyes. he brought his hand to your face, brushing a few strands behind your ear before slowly moving down your cheek. he didn't move his hand from your jaw, his thumb tracing the line of your lower lip, lingering there for a second.

something in the air changed.

he looked out the windshield for a brief moment, checking the empty arcade  lot, before turning his attention back to you. a lopsided, slightly mischievous grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"me?" he repeated, his voice dropping an octave, sounding a little more gravelly than usual. "dude, you know exactly what i want."

his large hand sliding from your jaw down to the nape of your neck, his thumb tracing the line of her collarbone. he wasn't being overly mushy, but there was a definite heaviness in the way he was looking at you. 

“i did mention the backseat” a slow smirk spread across steve’s face, his eyes glinting mischievously. "not gonna lie, i'm tempted," you said, voice low and a bit rougher than usual.

backseat it was. 

there you were, grinding down on steve’s cock. your jeans pooled to your ankles, panties pushed to the side and your blouse half opened and bra tossed somewhere to expose your chest. “s’good..” you murmured into his ear. 

steve groaned softly, hands gripping your hips tightly as you moved against him. he leaned forward, pressing sloppy kisses along the exposed curves of your breasts, pausing to murmur against your skin.

"mhmm, you're telling me..." he breathed out, thumbs rubbing circles into the sensitive flesh of your hipbones.

one hand slid up your spine, fingers tangling briefly in your hair before cupping the back of your neck, pulling you down for a heated, open mouthed kiss. he licked into your mouth greedily, tongue stroking along yours, swallowing your little gasps and whimpers.

the car rocked gently beneath them, the old suspension creaking rhythmically as you both lost yourselves in the haze of pleasure. steve’s  hips flexed upwards to meet each roll of your own, driving himself deeper, filling you utterly.

"fuck..." he growled against your lips, "i’m not gonna last long if you keep moving like that..."

he punctuated his words with a particularly sharp thrust, grinding against that spot deep inside you that makes stars explode behind your eyelids. one hand drifted down to where you were were joined, fingertips brushing maddeningly over your sensitive clit.

at the sound of your moan, a low, guttural groan tore from steve’s throat. he gripped your hips tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he guided your movements, helping you grind down onto him harder and faster.

"that’s it, baby..." he encouraged hoarsely, "loud as you want... fuck, i love hearing you moan for me..."

he dipped his head down, catching one hardened nipple between his teeth and rolling it skillfully, sending jolts of electricity straight to your core. his hand continued its relentless assault on your clit, rubbing tight circles that matched the frantic pace of their coupling.

"i’m getting close..." he warned, voice strained with impending release, "tell me you're close too... fuck, i wanna feel you cum on my cock..."

he captured your mouth again, kissing you deeply, desperately, swallowing your cries of ecstasy as he drove into you harder, chasing their shared end. the car filled with the erotic symphony of their moans and the rhythmic slap of sweat slicked skin against skin.

“yeah—yeah, fuck steve im close. i’m gonna—“ you cut yourself off with a loud moan, throwing your head back as you came. 

seeing you arch your back and hear that specific, breathless hitch in your voice sent steve over the edge. he let out a strangled, heavy groan, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt your internal muscles squeeze him tight, pulsing rhythmically around him.

he choked out your name, his voice cracking as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. he gave a final, powerful thrust, driving himself as deep as possible to catch the brunt of your climax, his entire body tensing as he finally spilled into you, his hips bucking upward in a desperate, uncoordinated rhythm.

he stayed there for a long moment, panting heavily, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath. the only sounds in the car were their ragged breathing and the ticking of the cooling engine. slowly, the tension bled out of his muscles, and he slumped back against the seat, though he didn't let go of your hips just yet.

after a moment of settling, he pulled back just enough to look up at your, his hair a complete mess and his face flushed a deep red. he looked a little dazed, a lopsided, satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"holy shit..." he exhaled, a shaky laugh escaping him as he reached up to brush a stray lock of hair away from your sweaty forehead. "you okay? did... did that hurt? or was it just... alright?”

you shook your head, smiling. “it was more than alright steve, i’m okay. are you?” looking at his disheveled hair and sweaty face.

“no—yeah i’m great actually” he laughs softly. 

“we should probably…”

“yeah.”

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𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏 • travis meacham

content warning: mentions of blood, chatty travis, (kinda) mean! reader, almost kiss moment.

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the storage unit smells like shit, dust, metal, and something faintly chemical — but all you can really focus on is the blood.

"okay," you say, sharper than you mean to. "sit down."

"i am sitting-"

"not like that," you snap, grabbing his uninjured arm and forcing him down onto a crate. "properly. before you pass out and make this worse." you sighed. travis huffs out a breath that's halfway between a laugh and a wince. "i’m not gonna pass out."

"you’re bleeding through your sleeve." you look around the room, looking around for anything clean to wipe the fresh blood off his skin. "y’know actually, i’ve had worse. when i was younger i fell—"

“yeah travis?”

“yeah?” 

“shut up for a sec” 

he opens his mouth.

"don’t," you warn, not even looking at him. "i swear to god, if you say 'i'm fine' one more time”

“i wasn't gonna say that," he mutters.

you glance up. he was absolutely going to say that. you roll your eyes"take the jacket off."

"i can't, it's-" he tries to move his arm and immediately sucks in a breath, like he’s holding back the pain. "-stuck."

"yeah," you say dryly. "because it's soaked." you step closer, fingers already working at the fabric, careful but quick. the sleeve peels away slowly, and he goes tense under your hands.

"easy," you murmur, more instinct than intention. "i said i’m -"

"shut up," you cut in immediately.

he actually does. for once. 

you risk a glance at his face expecting annoyance, maybe another argument-but instead he's just... watching you.

quiet.

that throws you off more than anything.

"keep pressure on it" you say, pressing a folded cloth into his hand and guiding it to his arm. "harder."

“i know how this works.” travis stammered. "then do it properly” you instructed, this time your tone was less harsh and more subtlety soft. 

he obeys, which was surprising.

you tear open the bandage with your teeth, hands moving faster now, adrenaline making everything feel too sharp, too close. "where'd you even learn this?" he asks after a second, voice a little softer. 

"you ask to many questions."

"i’m just asking-"

"travis."

the way you say his name does something to him, his stomach flipping and it wasn’t the nervousness from the wound on his arm, it was from her.

you wrap the bandage around his bicep, pulling it tight enough to slow the bleeding. he lets out a soft wince, your fingers brush his skin-warm, tense, solid and you try very hard not to notice.

try harder not to notice the way he does.

"you’re  doing that thing," he says quietly. you don't look up. "what thing?"

"where you pretend this isn't a big deal." you pull the bandage tighter.

he hisses, chewing on his bottom lip. "okay—yeah, that's tight."

"good," you mutter. "that means it's working."

there’s a pause. then, softer. "you’re worried." your hands still for half a second. "..no, i’m not."

"yeah," he says, like he doesn't believe you for a second, a small smirk growing on his face. "you are." you finally look at him. "you got shot," you say, like that should be obvious. “technically grazed."

"technically still shot" you scoff, getting defensive. "do you hear yourself?"

he watches you for a long second.

then infuriatingly his mouth twitches.

"you’re kinda scary like this."

you blink. "excuse me?"

"bossy," he adds. "focused. kinda like-" you cut him off again. “travis how many times do i have to tell you to close your mouth.” you laugh in disbelief. “keep talking and i’ll tighten the bandage” you joked… kinda. travis shook his head, looking away for a few seconds before looking back at you. 

you tie it off anyway, fingers a little less steady than you'd like. "there," you say, pulling your hands back. "try not to bleed out now."

"wow," he smiled. "reassuring."

hou roll your eyes, but you don't step away. not really.

you’re still close, too close — standing between his knees, the small space of the storage unit making it impossible not to be aware of him. of the heat.

how his gaze barely left yours when you first got trapped in here. 

"…what?" you ask, suddenly hyper-aware. "nothing."

"the way you’re looking at me, that's not 'nothing’ "

he hesitates.

which is also new.

“so you’re saying teacake, travis, travis meacham has actually lost his words?” you teased, smiling softly. he shook his head. “nah, nah — just… you could’ve ran away” he shrugged. 

“and leave you with that infected psycho? no way” you look away, crossing your arms. his gaze never leaves you. 

“well—uh, thank you, i probably would’ve been a goner if it weren’t for you” he vouched. “you say that as if you haven’t been brave the whole night, like us being here, locked up is ridiculous.. but we’re not dead … yet”  you shook your head with a slight shrug, letting a few strands fall from your shoulder. 

he tutted, leaning up and tucking the hair behind your ear, that caught your attention. “don’t say that, we just gotta wait it out right?” he whispered. the blush was creeping in onto your cheeks quickly. “yeah..”

the room was filled with “what ifs” and “almosts” he leaned in slowly, his finger still grazing your cheek softly, you could smell the mix of sweat and cologne off him whilst you close your eyes, until you heard a bang—gunshots.

“shit!” you whisper in panic, pulling away but immediately missing the warmth from him. he brought a finger to his mouth, implying for you to stay silent as the empty halls of the storage compartment was echoed by heavy footsteps. 

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𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 • joe keery

val yaps: i was gonna post this tmr but i’m impatient sooo.. hope you guys like this !!! xoxo

content warning: none!

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the apartment is warm.

not just temperature—warm. soft lighting, blankets half falling off the couch, the tv playing something neither of you are really paying attention to anymore. the smell of vanilla and cinnamon lingering in the air from a candle you lit hours ago. 

there’s an open bottle of wine on the table.

well…was

now it’s mostly gone.

and you’re… definitely feeling it.

“okay but listen,” you say, turning toward joe with complete seriousness. “you don’t understand.”

he’s already smiling.

he has been for a while. “i don’t understand?” he repeats, amused, leaning back into the couch.

“no,” you shake your head, shifting closer to him, nearly spilling what’s left in your glass. “you don’t.”

“okay,” he hums. “then explain it to me.”

you point at him. “you.”

he blinks. “me.”

“yes, you,” you nod, like this is very obvious. “you’re the problem.”

he laughs, soft and warm. “i’m the problem?”

“mhm.”

you lean in closer, squinting at him like you’re trying to study something very very important.

“you’re, like… really good.”

he pauses.

“…good?”

“yeah,” you say, like it’s the simplest thing in the world. “like annoyingly good. like—” you gesture vaguely. “how am i supposed to be normal about that?”

his smile softens. “you don’t have to be normal,” he says, letting out a little giggle.

“i know,” you mumble. “because i’m not.” he laughs again, quieter this time, eyes never leaving you. you shift, setting your glass down somewhere, neither of you are entirely sure where, and turn fully toward him.

“i’m serious,” you insist. “i love you.”

his expression changes — juuust slightly. not surprised. he’s heard it before but the way you say it now is different.

looser. softer. completely unfiltered. “i know, i love you more” he says gently. “no, but like—” you shake your head, reaching for his hand without even thinking about it. “i really, really love you.”

your fingers tangle with his.

“like, a lot,” you add, quieter now.

he watches you, something warm settling in his expression. “yeah?” he murmurs. you nod, very serious. “yeah.”

“how much?”

you think about it.

for way longer than necessary.

“like… if you were a song,” you start, already losing the plot a little, “i would listen to you on repeat. non-stop.”

he huffs a soft laugh. “that’s a lot.”

“it is” you agree. “and i wouldn’t even get annoyed.”

“wow.”

“i know.” you lean your head against his shoulder, like he’s the most natural thing in the world.

he shifts slightly so you’re more comfortable without even thinking about it.

“you’re also really pretty,” you mumble into him. he snorts. “pretty?”

“mhm.”

“thank you,” he says, trying not to laugh. “i think.”

“no, like—” you tilt your head back to look at him. “your face is nice.”

he shakes his head, smiling. “my face is nice.”

“yeah.”

there’s a small pause.

“i like looking at you.”

your voice is quieter now.

sleepier. but still completely honest.

joe’s expression melts. “i like looking at you too,” he whispers. “and you are very pretty, wayprettier than me” he added.

you smile, it’s slow and soft. “thank you .”

“you’re gonna forget all of this tomorrow, y’know” he teases lightly. you frown immediately. “no i won’t.”

“you might.”

“i won’t,” you insist, reaching up to lightly poke his chest. “this is important information.”

“is it?” he raised a brow. 

“yes. very” you mumble, then, a barely audible. “i love you.”

“i love you too,” he replies.

your face lights up like you didn’t already know that.

“you do?”

he laughs softly. “of course i do.”

“good,” you say, satisfied.

you lean up, staring into his eyes. you can see his gaze move to your lips, a small smirk on his face. “c’mere” he grinned before leaning in and pressing his lips against yours.

it’s not coordinated not graceful and you meet him halfway anyway.

the kiss is soft.

a little clumsy because you’re smiling into it, but he doesn’t seem to mind, if anything, he leans into it more.

his hand comes up to your cheek, steadying you gently, thumb brushing gently against your skin. you hum softly against his lips, like you’re content just being there.

when you pull back, you don’t go far.

just enough to look at him.

“you’re my favourite man… ever,” you whisper. he smiles, resting his forehead lightly against yours. “yeah?”

“yes.” you blink slowly.

once.

twice.

and then your eyes start to close.

he notices immediately. “okay,” he murmurs, voice softer now. “i think it’s time for bed.”

“nooo,” you protest weakly, clinging to his sleeve. “i’m not tired.”

you try and hold back a yawn but fail.

he raises a brow. “…you were saying?”

you mumble something incoherent.

he laughs quietly, standing up and gently pulling you with him. “c’mon,” he says, steadying you as you wobble slightly. “i’ve got you.”

you lean into him without hesitation, letting him guide you down the hallway.

“you’re nice,” you mumble.

“i try.”

“no, like… really nice.”

“thank you.”

he helps you onto the bed, pulling the covers back before settling you in. you immediately curl up, still half-holding onto his hand.

he doesn’t pull away.

instead, he brushes your hair back gently, smoothing it away from your face.

“stay,” you mumble, eyes barely open.

“i’m right here,” he says softly.

“okay.”

your grip loosens slightly as you drift.

but before you fully fall asleeep. “love you,” you whisper. he smiles, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

“love you too.”

and he stays there for a while.

just watching you.

like he always does.

[keerysdiary]

𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 ...

𝙑𝘼𝙇𝙎 𝙉𝘼𝙑𝙄𝙂𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 / 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃

(f) — fluff.     (s) — smut.    (a) — angst.     (h) — head cannons.     (smau) — social media au. 

⤷ ゛𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐘 ♬⋆.˚ ˎˊ˗

❥ (f) last drink, but not really.   ❥ (f) gap tooth smile.    ❥ (f) i’ve got my eyes on you.   ❥ (f) dug & deeper.   ❥(f) tipsy talk.   ❥(f&s) just backstage.    ❥(smau) stolen beanies.   ❥(f)”watching the sunrise from the kitchen counter”    ❥(a) i wish i could delete ya.   ❥ (smau(?)) random texts between u and joe. 

⤷ ゛𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍 ♬⋆.˚ ˎˊ˗

❥ (f) you know who i want (stop pretending that you don’t).    ❥(f) sugar rush.   ❥(f) idiot.   ❥(s) backseat lovers.   ❥(s) drink like you mean it!    ❥(a) it’s never over.     ❥(f) snooze ya lose.     ❥(f&s) secrets of skull rock.     ❥(h) dad!steve

 

⤷ ゛𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒 / 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄 ♬⋆.˚ ˎˊ˗

❥(f) just shut up.    ❥(f) strangely intimate.    ❥(h) best friend!travis.    ❥boyfriend!travis.   ❥(h&s) him talking you through it. 

⤷ ゛𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐒 𝐌𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐘 ♬⋆.˚ ˎˊ˗

❥(f)emails i shouldn’t send.  ❥(f) is it a date? 

⤷ ゛𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 ♬⋆.˚ ˎˊ˗

❥loading …

⤷ ゛𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐋𝐄 ♬⋆.˚ ˎˊ˗

❥ (f) take me home 

⤷ ゛𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐍 ♬⋆.˚ ˎˊ˗

❥loading …

⤷ ゛𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 ♬⋆.˚ ˎˊ˗

❥loading …

[keerysdiary]

◟♯ . / get2knowme && rules .ᐟ.ᐟ 𓂃

„𝙜𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚. 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚”

hiii i’m val / valarie

20. she/her.  🇬🇧🇵🇭.

my top movies: fear street (1,2,3) rush hour (1,2,3), me before you, 27 dresses, to all the boys, spree, free guy, cold storage.

top shows: stranger things, something very bad is going to happen, arcane, deadly class, f.r.i.e.n.d.s, brooklyn99.

my top artists atm: djo (ofc). tate mcrae. olivia rodrigo. aj tracy. the weeknd. nemzzz. sza. frank ocean.

i’m VERY chronically online😭🙏. all my fics will be in lowercase, soz lol. 

i LOVE dogs, the colour purple and red, vanilla, bedrotting, fashion, makeup, summer && travelling. 

i don’t use ai.

i’m in desperate need of mooties. 

⋮ ⌗ ┆rules 

i can write anything — or at least try to.

smut, fluff, angst, smau, head cannons

the djolings i will be writing for: joe keery, travis ‘teacake’ meacham, steve harrington, keys. 

who i can write for but only if requested:  kurt kunkle, sean lockwood. 

(i would write for gator and baron but i haven’t seen those yet — sorry!!) 

please keep it respectful, any hate & you will be blocked.

i’ll only be writing by fem pov, sorry!

just putting it out there, i’m not good at writing smut so it won’t be posting it a lot but i’ll dabble here & there

feel free to request anything but if it’s something that i’m not comfortable with i will not write it / i’ll try my best to tweak the request depending upon what you’ve asked.

i’ll try my best to write requests as soon as they’re sent but no promises, ya girl does have a life unfortunately.

if we have anything in common we would definitely get along! 

my requests are open, you’re free to yap about anything.

— yours truly, val xxx 

[bbyg4rlhelps]

hii can you make gradient line dividers using dark colours combined with white (BTW YOUR DIVIDERS ARE SO CUTEE)

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໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ : : credit not needed <3