★ summary: flying during the holidays is horrible enough; even worse is when your flight gets delayed by 24 hours. the only thing that makes it worth it is the brown eyed boy who's determined to make the next 24 hours the best date of your life.
★ pairing: modern!steve harrington x reader
★ warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, love at first sight, brief mention of heart attack & cpr, cursing, airport bathroom sex, oral sex, unprotected sex, big dick & dirty mouth steve harrington you guys know the drill
★ word count: 10k
★ notes: watched before sunrise, cried, then opened a google doc :) this is also me soft launching emt!steve
“We regret to inform you that flight UAL-8777 to Chicago has been delayed until tomorrow at 6 o’clock central time. Please head to the Airline Counter if you have any more questions. We sincerely apologize.” The intercom buzzed, followed by the loudest in unison groan you might have ever heard in your life. Flying around the Holidays were stressful enough as it was, but now your flight had been pushed back nearly 24 hours.
God forbid you take the cheaper flight with a layover; now, here you were trapped in a random Midwest airport for hours.
“Jesus fucking christ.” You grumbled, kicking your suitcase more aggressively than you needed to. Taking your anger out on the poor, hard plastic. “Save a hundred dollars, Y/n, it’ll be fine. No, I’m so excited to spend Christmas Eve in the airport, this is exactly what I wanted.”
You were mumbling to yourself like a madman, plopping down in a quiet corner. There was no way you were going to the ticket counter now; the angry mob of people had grown tenfold in just the few minutes it took you to walk over here.
“Us frugal spenders got the short end of the stick, huh?” A voice spoke, making you spin your body in the hard plastic airport chair.
“Fuck.” You laughed, holding your chest. “Oh my god, sorry I didn’t know you were over here.” A man with headphones wrapped around his neck was sitting on the floor, charging his phone. Barricading himself in his own corner, a similar idea to the one you had. His hair was organized chaos, his smile wide.
“No, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.” His eyes went soft; they were brown. A warm honey brown you could imagine yourself drowning in.
He was attractive, that much was obvious. If it wasn’t his face, it was how he held himself, even as he was tucked into the wall. Hoodie sleeves covering his hands to keep warm.
You spun in the chair, pulling your knees up to your chest. “I’m sure you didn’t expect a crazy woman to come over here and begin speaking to herself like she’s lost her mind.”
He smiled, a true with-teeth grin. “Worst things have happened than a pretty lady having a moment of insanity. Besides, I think if you can lose your mind anywhere where it's socially acceptable, it’s the airport.”
You hummed in agreement. Ignoring the way your cheeks flushed at his compliment. “Are you also going to Chicago?”
“Guilty. My best friend just moved there, I’m thinking of joining, but I wanted to visit a few more times.” He smiled.
“Funny. I just signed a lease there. My work is moving me.” You smiled, his eyes lighting up. “My sister’s waiting for me in my new place.”
“God, well, now I have to move, huh?” He grinned; all you could do was laugh.
“It’d be nice to have a friend in the city…” You trailed off.
He moved his bag, shuffling towards you with his hand outstretched. “Steve. Steve Harrington.”
“Y/n, Y/n Y/l/n.” You said, shaking his hand clumsily. He pulled away first, sitting there awkwardly for a moment before another announcement came on, announcing more cancelled flights.
“Well, Y/n, I think you deserve a $20 coffee that tastes like dirt water and an overpriced sandwich that tastes like hospital food.”
“Wow, Steve, you treat all your ladies like this?” You teased, standing up to join him.
“All my ladies I befriend in airports for 24 hours? Absolutely.”
“Hmm, and how long is that list?” He stood next to you, ready to take your bags from your hands immediately. The chivalry oozes out of his pores.
“Right now? Pretty short,” He smiled, “Let’s say we claim this corner, huh? Unless you had accommodations for tonight.”
It was an invitation to stay, one you’d be ashamed to admit you didn’t even think through before you were nodding. This fairytale book of a man showed up in his oversized hoodie, carrying your bags, and talking sweetly to you. You could see the looks of disappointment on your friend's faces now if you told them you just walked away, getting a hotel for the night as a normal person would.
“Consider this corner conquered.” You said, a smile lighting his features. His eyes crinkled as he moved your bags next to his.
“So I’m thinking, coffee first, then food. Then we attempt to occupy ourselves and somehow get sleep in this disaster.”
“While also trying not to get trampled by the Home Alone family over there.” You added, watching a family of at least 12, all running through the terminals at full speed.
He nodded, “Dying would be bad. This first date would be off to a bad start.” He said absentmindedly, the two of you walking side by side.
“Date, huh?” You smirked, side-eyeing the man. He froze, his hands moving wildly before he began speaking.
“Wait, ha. I didn’t mean, like I was joking. But also kinda not?” He babbled, running his hand through his hair wildly. “I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. We did literally just meet. I promise I’m not like a creep or anything-”
“You’re cute when you’re nervous.” You smiled, watching him continue.
“And I swear I just said it. I don’t think sometimes, I should have asked, but-” He slowly caught up, “Wait, you think I’m cute?”
You nodded, a shy smile on your lips. “Very. And for the record, we may never see each other again. So you better make this a very memorable date.”
He brought his hand up in a salute, “Yes, ma'am.”
Once the date was solidified, you both ordered your food. When you reached into your purse, Steve ignored you, handing over his card to the barista without a second glance. Your cheeks were red, your chest giddy with excitement. You felt like a middle schooler again, complete with the clammy hands and awkward gait.
“How is it?” He asked when you took a drink, your eye twitching.
“Tastes like they ground the beans with a rusty hammer and brewed it with mop water.” You cringed, “So exactly how I expected it to taste.”
“Oh, that’s my favorite kind!” He gasped, taking a drink of his own. Swallowing it down harshly, “Oh god, that’s like horrible.”
The two of you ate your overpriced, horrible food with small talk. The silence wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be. You learned that his best friend Robin had just gotten a segment on NPR, and his brother, for all intents and purposes, Dustin, was interning at the Field Science Museum during his undergrad.
“It’s almost like the universe really wants you in Chicago.” You teased.
His face went soft, nodding silently at you. “I think it’s sending me some pretty strong signs.”
You told him about your very boring corporate job in Healthcare; it was the first job that gave you an offer after graduation, so you took it. You had some family not too far away, so it seemed like the best plan. He said that he dropped out of school, you saved the pity, and just shrugged.
“Things happen,” You reassured him. “What were you studying?”
“Criminal justice and prelaw.” He admitted with a heavy breath. “Wasn’t sure if that’s what I wanted to do or if I was just doing it to make my Dad proud of me.”
You stayed quiet for a moment before speaking. “Well, what do you wanna do?”
“Is it embarrassing to admit that I don’t know?” He spoke with an earnest look in his eyes. He propped his elbows up on the table, setting his face in his hands to look at you. “Sometimes I feel like a loser. 26 years old and all I have to show for it are some college credits and a resume of job hopping.”
You shook your head, “I don’t think that’s embarrassing at all. Everyone moves at their own pace. I appreciate that you haven’t forced yourself to do anything you didn’t enjoy. I did. I earned a degree I don’t care about and a job I know I’m going to hate. Simply because it felt like it was the right thing to do.”
“What did you wanna do?” He asked, flipping it back onto you. You let out a hefty sigh.
“Oh man, I wanted to be a journalist. Wanted to travel the world and write about it. Meet new people, learn new things. Maybe write a book or two.” You smiled, a hint of sadness in your eyes. “But journalism doesn’t pay the bills if you don’t have a foot in the door.”
“You know, my ex-girlfriend, well, really she’s just a friend now, is a Journalist. Moved to New York and everything. She just had her first baby.” He hummed, lost in thought, “Serious if you ever wanted to pursue that, I could give her a call.”
You blushed, shaking your head. “No, that’s too much to ask. Besides, I don’t even know if I’m good at it, really. It was always just a faraway dream I had.”
“Well, listen, the option is always there. Nancy would love to show you the ropes.” He smiled, his feet brushing against yours under the table. It was crazy the connection that spiraled between you two; the conversation never dried up. The next thing you knew, it had been well over an hour, and the airport was slowly clearing out as some flights went on and people found their accommodations for the night.
“Do you think it’s time we venture back to our humble abode?” He asked, scooting out from his chair.
“Lead the way.” You smiled, accepting his outstretched hand. His hand was so much larger than yours, your smaller one falling into his palm perfectly. You tried to stop the large smile creeping up on your face, feeling like a kid with a schoolgirl crush. It was ridiculous.
His body stopped abruptly, your body nearly running into his. “Pit stop.” That was all he said before he dragged you into a random convenience store.
“What?” You giggled, watching as he grabbed a tiny basket. Shoving it into your hands.
“We’re gonna need snacks, drinks. This is also the perfect opportunity to judge your taste.” He smirked. Making you gasp.
“My taste is fine, thank you.” You jutted your lip out, beginning to stalk down the aisles. Throwing various chips and candies into the basket.
“Sour candies. Good choice.” He hummed, throwing in a package of cookies.
“Chocolate chip cookies? What are you, 12?” You teased, grabbing a couple of water bottles.
“You wound me, Y/n.” He pouted, continuing to go through and judge every single thing you looked at too hard. The lady behind the counter glared at you two, but you ignored her. Lost in your own bubble of giggles and endless flirting. It was just as toothrottingly sweet as the pile of sugary drinks and snacks in the basket.
“Is this everything?” She asked in a monotone voice, which unfortunately just made you and Steve fall into another fit of giggles.
You tried to pay, only once again getting pushed away by Steve’s outstretched hand, tapping his card to the machine.
“You didn’t have to,” You frowned, “I mean, I think all of this was more than you saved on the flight.”
He shrugged, uncaring. “This is still a date. It’s very rude to let a lady pay.”
By the time you made it back to your corner, a few others were occupying the gate with you all. Most of them lay around, attempting to get some rest. It was hard to fathom sleeping while the sun was still setting; mostly, you were too wound up at the prospect of hanging out with Steve to even think about sleeping.
“So I’m thinking, makeshift fort. Movie?” He hummed, pulling out a travel pillow and a jacket from his bag. You did the same, making your own little cushioned seat. You slipped your laptop from your bag, connecting it to the wifi while Steve arranged the snacks.
Content on scrolling through the movies you hummed, the two of you trading off what you’ve seen before and what movies you’d never watch, when scrolling Before Sunrise caught your eye. You laughed a little amongst yourself.
“This date is sort of like the movie Before Sunrise,” You noted, propping your laptop up on the makeshift table. Which was just your suitcase on its side. “We're just stuck in an airport and not in Vienna.”
“Vienna would be so nice,” Steve mumbled through a mouthful of Red Vines, which you absolutely bullied him for. He tried to hide them underneath the pile of snacks, but it was no use. He was adamant about enjoying the cherry-tasting rubber wire. “Have you ever been out of the country?”
You shook your head, “Never had the money. You?”
“Nope. We should go.” He said as if it were the casualist thing in the world.
“What? Do you wanna hop on a flight right now? Abandon our lives and go jet set in a European country?”
“I don’t think we’re in that kind of cheesy rom com,” He snorted, “But I think you’d be a great travel companion. I mean, you can be pretty judgmental about my favorite candy, but besides that, you’re pretty cool.”
“Pretty cool.” You mocked, his shoulder brushing against yours.
“What? You are.” He laughed, adjusting himself closer towards you. You were both so close to each other, thighs pressing against each other. Your shoulders brushed with each movement you made. Once your laptop was ready, you leaned back, taking the risk of leaning against his side. Giving him a moment to pull away if he wanted, and he didn’t. If anything, he leaned further into you, his hands untangling his headphones.
“Let me guess, time to judge my taste in movies?” You asked, taking the earbud he handed to you.
The two of you share the wired pair, your heads now close together. He smelled like fresh laundry and cedar. His body warm against yours, you wanted nothing more than to lay your head on his chest.
“See, you’re learning.” He smiled. “What about that Sunrise movie you talked about. I’ve never seen it.”
You gasped, immediately pulling it up. “What a disgrace. I’m gonna have to show you true cinema.”
“I don’t watch a lot of romantic movies, mostly action movies. I did watch a lot of movies in high school, Robin and I worked at Family Video.”
“Family Video? Jesus, they’re still in business?”
“Oh, absolutely not, went bankrupt a few months into us working there. Robin was convinced it was our fault. But of course it wasn’t, it was one of the last ones opened since the 80s, I think.” He hummed the subtle music of the movie’s introduction, traveling through the headphones.
“You’re not a movie talker, are you?” You asked, turning to look at him. Which was a mistake, his face was so close to yours. His eyes are even dreamier up close. You could smell the red vines on his breath.
The freckles on his cheeks that you never noticed before were now all you could focus on.
“I could lie and say no, but I’ve been told it’s one of my only flaws.” He spoke softly, trying his hardest not to watch the way your lips curved with every word you spoke. He knew you were beautiful from the moment he first saw you, but now he was blown away. Your eyes staring into his made his chest ache, a warmness blooming there.
“Well, I guess someone as perfect as you did need some.” You whispered, nearly jumping when the movie officially started, taking it as your cue to turn back to the screen.
It was obvious the two of you were dancing around each other; you were slowly leaning into his shoulder at a snail's pace. And you caught Steve mustering up the courage to raise his arm, welcoming you into his chest. He’d stop himself each time, his teeth coming down to bite at his lip in frustration. He was nervous, and it was the most adorable thing you had ever seen.
“What if he were a murderer?” Steve spoke up, eyes glued to the screen. “She was too trusting of him, I think.”
You laughed at the irony, “Are you a murderer? I mean, look at us. We’re on a date now, aren’t we?”
“Yeah, but that’s different. We’re in one location, arguably a heavily armed and secured place. They’re in a foreign country just running around with each other.”
“I think it’s romantic,” You hummed, “To forge a connection with someone so quickly. To chase that feeling, not even thinking about the consequences.”
It was silent for a moment, Steve’s eyes boring into the side of your face. “I think I would have asked you to join me in Vienna.”
“I think I would have joined you.” You said almost immediately, his arm finally moving up. Resting around your shoulders, giving you the chance to lay your head on his chest. He leaned back, giving you the perfect angle to rest against him. You could feel his heart thumping wildly under your head, matching the beat of your own.
“See, I knew he was lying about something.” He whispered, his breath fanning hot against your neck. Making your skin prickle all over. You took his little comments in stride, what would normally be annoying for you, you suddenly found endearing. Enjoying his little bits of commentary.
You sat up a little when the credits rolled, ready to get his reaction.
“I hated that ending.” He spoke, face contorted deep in thought.
A laugh bubbled out of your chest, “What? Hate is a strong word.”
“For two people to have a connection that strong, that fast. It’s ridiculous to let that go right?” He scoffed, “I mean it’s f-fate, right? Something like that has to be. She could’ve given him a phone number. Something.”
“This movie really changed your perspective, huh?” You smiled, recalling how hesitant he was in the beginning.
“Something like that.” He looked at you, really looked at you. In a way, you weren’t sure you’d ever been looked at before. Like he really saw you, for who you were. Like he wanted to know you, to peel back every layer and memorise you. Like he was bottling this memory up to watch on rewind later.
He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it. You kept your eyes on him, realizing just then that you were hanging on his every word. The thought was terrifying in its clarity. You were falling in love with a stranger, someone who had only existed in your life for a single, fragile stretch of time.
“I feel like we could have a better ending than that.” He decided on, smiling down at you.
You made a noise of agreement, lifting your head off his chest. Already missing the warmth he provided.
“What’s our ending look like to you?” You asked. He looked down at you, your lips barely inches apart. His warm breath hits yours, anticipation brewing in your stomach.
“There is no ending,” He spoke softly, “Not to sound like a sap, but love doesn’t end. It goes on forever.”
“Hmm. You do sound like a sap.”
“Do you not believe?” He asked, “In love, I mean.”
“No, I do.” You smiled, both of your lips gravitating towards each other. “I just didn’t know you were such a romantic.”
“Have I not been romancing you?” He teased, his hand coming up to rest gently on your hip. A respectable placement, one to keep close. To steady himself.
You shook your head, “Consider me romanced.”
“Can I kiss you?” He asked, his brown eyes darkened. All you could do was nod, meeting him halfway. When your lips met halfway, the rest of the world faded out of view. Gone was the noisy airport traffic; all you could feel was him. His soft lips are moving eagerly against yours.
Sparks flew beneath your skin, your hands coming up to rest on his chest. You were both lost in the kiss. In the feeling of each other, his hand pulled you closer. Your body was nearly toppling on top of his before you both stopped.
It was as if, simultaneously, you both remembered where you were, breaking out of your own orbit.
Your surroundings came crashing back down. His face was flushed, lips glossy from your own. You were winded, staring at him with a wild look in your eyes.
“You’re beautiful.” He gave you one last peck on the lips before letting you pull yourself up. Sitting back upright.
“You’re beautiful.” You returned because he was. Every inch of his face looked as though he had been hand-carved by the gods themselves.
He made a pathetic noise, covering it up with a loud cough. Only making you laugh. “No one’s ever called me that before.”
“Then I need to find all of your ex-girlfriends and give them a piece of my mind,” You hummed, letting your hand cup his cheek. Your thumb rubbing small circles into the skin. “Because you are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. I mean it.”
“You sweet-talking me for more kisses, huh?” He asked, leaning forward.
“I don’t think I have to.” You teased, pressing your lips together once again. He felt like a drug; the moment you got a taste, you weren’t sure how you were supposed to let it go. You were addicted, drowning in him.
This one was different, more intense. His mouth explored yours, your mouth parting for him with little to no effort. Letting his tongue pry out pathetic whimpers from your mouth. Hands gripping each other messily, your hands in his hair. His hands on your face, your hips. He pulled away, pressing wet kisses down your neck. Sucking gently on the flesh between your ear and neck.
“We might get kicked out of this airport if we keep going.” He whispered, your lips parted in a broken gasp. “As much as I’d like to continue, I don’t intend on being on a do-not-fly list.”
You gave him a breathy laugh, slapping his chest playfully. “Maybe we should have gotten a hotel.”
The words made him pause, his brows dipping slightly while you readjusted in your spot.
“I want you to know that I didn’t ask you on this impromptu date just for that.” He started, “I really like you. I just wanted to get to know you; it wasn’t some grand scheme to get laid.”
“I know,” You smiled, “I do think it would be a bonus though.”
“Well, yeah, obviously.” He scoffed, grabbing your hand in his. “I just didn’t want you to think I was using you.”
“I didn’t think that, Steve.” You assured him, lacing your fingers through his. Bringing it up to press a small kiss to his palm. “You know I’m not using you either, right? I do really like you. Probably more than I should for having just met you.”
“I mean, it would be an honor for you to use me,” He smirked, “But I feel the same way. Like, I’ll wake up, and this was all some weird dream. These kinds of things don’t happen to me. Only in movies.”
He nodded his head to the now darkened laptop screen.
“I find that hard to believe. I bet you sweep all the ladies off their feet.” You laughed, trying not to think about just how many. You had no right to be upset, but your chest ached at the thought of him doing this same thing to other women.
He just shook his head, “I’m actually terrible with women for the most part. Between my last few girlfriends, I’ve just been awful at it.”
“I don’t see how.” You admitted, “I mean, look at us. We’ve already had at least three dates in one. We’ve spent five or more hours together. We just had our first kiss. We’ll be married by midnight at this rate.”
“I don’t know. Just seems like I’m never good enough, you know? I mean, both my ex-girlfriends married the person they left me for. Just kinda seems like I’m bad luck, you know?”
Your heart ached for him, squeezing his hand tighter from where it sat in yours. “Well, I disagree. I also think they’re fools for not realizing what was right in front of them when they had it.”
“I just think we won’t be together long enough for you to realize it, or you’d be running for the hills.” He tried to laugh it off, but you could hear the ache in his voice.
“How presumptuous of you,” You settled on, “You deserve love. Anyone who can’t handle you just wasn’t worthy of you. That has nothing to do with you and everything to do with them.”
“Maybe my parents messed me up more than I’d admit.” He sighed, “They were super absent. Not in love, I don’t think they ever were. I was just a byproduct of a young mistake. So by the time I got my first girlfriend, I just kept screwing it up. Typical young cliche mommy and daddy issues.”
“I mean, I don’t disagree.” You smiled, “But give yourself a break. The whole time I’ve known you, albeit not very long, you’ve been way too hard on yourself. Any girl would be lucky to love you, to be loved by you.”
Your words felt heavy on his chest. “And you. How are you not already taken? I would’ve thought someone would’ve been wise enough to put a ring on your finger already.”
You laughed, a real one. Ugly and nasally. “Oh my god, no.”
“Oh, so commitment issues then?” He cocked an eyebrow at you.
“Maybe, I dunno.” You laughed, “Just haven’t found anyone I click with long term. I don’t know if you knew this, but most men suck. Like astronomically bad. You’re like the first man in years that’s blindly paid for a first date. Last date I had he sent me a Venmo request while I was still in the parking lot.”
“Want me to kill that guy for you?” He deadpanned, making you laugh even harder. He would be fine if that was the last thing he ever heard in this world.
“By all means, my night and shining armour.”
“You deserve more than just a free meal. You deserve,” He sighed, “Romance. Like true romance. Candlelit dinners, roses, the whole red carpet.”
“Oh, so you don’t take your dates to the airport and spend hundreds of dollars on shitty snacks with them?”
“Not typically, no, you’re just extra special.” He grinned.
“Thank god for that.” You smiled, leaning into his space once again. Letting your faces hover over each other. Both of you just drinking each other in. “But just so you know, I don’t need all that fancy stuff. All I need is good company. And I think I got the best.”
“Yeah?” His eyes lit up, flickering between your eyes and lips.
“Yeah.” You breathed out, pressing another lingering kiss to his lips. This one is heavier, full of words unsaid. Full of the tension that had been coiled tightly between you two.
“Well,” He let out a breath, “Enough of that. What’s next on our movie list?”
“Let’s watch a Christmas movie and then dinner? Options are slim, but I can wine and dine you later.” You winked at him, finally getting the smile back on his face. “And you’re letting me pay.”
“Yeah, sure.” He said, very uncovningly. “But a Christmas movie? Not feeling very in the spirit?”
“I’m missing all my Christmas Eve festivities. The least you can do is entertain me with some Christmas joy.” You laughed, watching him pull your laptop into his lap.
“I got it,” He snapped his fingers after some scrolling. “Die hard.”
You stared at him, eyebrows furrowed. “I said a Christmas movie.”
“I can’t believe you don’t consider Die Hard a Christmas movie.” He scoffed, your shoulders brushing against each other, purposeful now. Leaning into each other for warmth. No hesitation in your actions. Your bodies now clinging to each other, physically mourning each moment you were apart.
“I can acknowledge it takes place during Christmas,” You argued, “But it’s just an action movie that so happens to be around the Holidays.”
“Didn’t know you were such a bah humbug.” He joked, pressing play anyway. “After this, you’re gonna change your mind. I promise.”
You both weren’t a few minutes into the movie before a shrill scream ripped your eyes away from the screen. Looking for the source of the noise. It was a few rows away, an elderly lady, barely holding her husband up as he clasped his hand over his chest. Falling to the floor as each second passed.
Neither you nor Steve wasted a second; both of you yanking the shared earbuds out of your ears, rushing over to the couple. Steve was on his knees, fingers pressing against the man's neck to check for a pulse.
“No pulse.” He said, his eyes wide. Your healthcare training kicked in, ready to drop to your knees and give CPR before you realized Steve had already started. His hands were perfectly positioned, giving chest compressions.
“Oh my god.” The wife wailed, almost dropping to her knees. You steadied her, pulling her into your arms.
“M’am don’t worry, EMS is coming, okay.” You spoke, watching people gather around. Airport employees have already made the call.
“What’s his name?” You asked her, keeping her eyes on you.
“Adam.” She cried out, clutching onto your sweater.
“Come on, Adam,” Steve grunted, his hair falling onto his forehead.
You sat the wife down in a nearby chair, “It’s gonna be okay, EMS is on the way.” You assured her, a small crowd was gathering. You could see airport staff running over, calling in the incident.
“Steve.” You spoke, and he looked up at you. His arms not stopping compressions. “They’re on their way.”
All he could do was nod while you let his wife sob into your shoulder. When EMS came over, it was a blur, a short switch of Steve hopping off the man, and the paramedic taking over.
His wife, Cindy, you learned, wouldn’t leave your side. You walked with her to the ambulance when they got him on the gurney. You even helped her shaky hands to call her son, helping explain what happened when she couldn’t calm down. You gave her son your number, telling him to call if they needed anything tonight. He thanked you endlessly. When Cindy was taken to the Hospital, following the ambulance, you got the chance to take a breath.
The cool night air prickles your sweaty skin. Steve was the same, having shed his hoodie after the paramedics came. The two of you worked seamlessly beside each other, not able to talk until now.
“So that was crazy.” He breathed out, a dry laugh escaping his throat. “Like holy shit.”
“Dude.” You sighed, rubbing your face. “I’m like shaking.”
“You okay?” He asked, wrapping his hands around your waist. You nodded, “Adrenaline, I think.” Your hands were draped around his neck.
“Hell of a drug.” His body was shaking much like yours was, your bodies pressed against each other.
“How do you know CPR?” You asked. “I was a medical assistant in undergrad. Most people rarely do CPR correctly.”
“Lifeguard for four years, and swim team.” He smirked.
“Oh, of course,” You shook your head, “Bet you were prom king too.”
His silence was all you needed for an answer, smirking at his bashful face. “Yeah, you little heartbreaker.”
You took a minute to admire him in his short sleeves, his muscles flexing from where they were wrapped around you. “Swim team. No wonder you’re jacked.”
“M’ not jacked.” He huffed, “I barely work out anymore.”
“See. You need to let people compliment you. You’re so hard on yourself.” You huffed alongside him, making him roll his eyes. “I’m thinking about your biceps wrapped around my neck, and you’re here huffing and puffing that you’re not a bodybuilder.”
His eyes widened, “I’m sorry, what?”
“Hmmm?”
“That thing you just said. Bout my biceps?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yeah, sure you don’t.” His mouth went dry, his eyes stuck on your faux innocent smile. You looked up at him from your lashes. Your hands are messing with the hair on the back of his neck.
“I’m just saying. You’re hot. S’also not the best time to admit you looked really hot saving that guy's life.”
He could feel his body reacting before he could process it, the bulge in his sweatpants twitching against your thighs.
“S’just the adrenaline. I’m sorry.” He mumbled shyly, all confidence out the window.
You simply smiled, refusing to let him pull away. Holding him close to you outside the airport emergency exit.
“I’m about to suggest something insane, and you’re free to say no. I don’t want you to feel weird about it.” You spoke before your mind could stop you. Your fingers toying nervously with his hair.
“What?” He asked, peering at you.
“In the international departures terminal, there’s a family bathroom. Passed it on my way in. It’s in the back corner, and international flights have been halted. And it’s nearly midnight…”
You let the words linger in the air, bracing yourself for his reaction. It took him a minute before he spoke, his face contorted in thought.
“O-oh. You’re suggesting…” he trailed off.
Fear took over you, your body going still. “God, I’m sorry. I never should have said anything.”
“I didn’t say that.” He cut you off, “It’s not something you’d regret, right?” His eyes were soft, kind. Making sure you didn’t feel pressured. You shook your head, biting down on your bottom lip.
“Not at all. I really, really want to.” You admitted, letting it sit in the air between you.
He pulled you close, gnashing your lips together messily. Only long enough for you to part your mouth before he let you go, “Meet you there in 10?”
“Y-yeah.” You stuttered, watching him turn around. Holding your hand until you made it back inside. He went to check on your bags, and you headed straight to the bathroom. You crossed your fingers, silently celebrating that the end of the hall was dead.
The bathroom was huge, with a toilet and a sink, two plush chairs, and a changing table counter in the corner.
A knock on the door took you out of your thoughts, making you jump. You cracked it open to reveal Steve, who slid in easily. You felt like a teenager, all giddy to be breaking the rules. Steve Harrington made your heart race in a way you didn’t know it could.
“Do you think it’s ethical to fuck on a changing counter?” You giggled, pointing to the counter on the back wall. It seemed to be the perfect height.
Steve shrugged, reaching down to pick you up in his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist on instinct, his lips attaching themselves to your neck.
“Don’t care.” He grumbled, walking you backwards onto said counter. Setting you down gently, he stood between your legs. Your clothed hips brushing against each other.
“I mean, it’s perfect.” You moaned, hands gripping the collar of his shirt while he sucked a noticeable bruise into the side of your neck. He felt like a teenager in heat, having the primal urge to mark you up. To mark you as his.
“I didn’t know you were so obsessed with counter heights.” He teased, his hand crawling underneath your sweater. Cupping your tits through your bra.
“M’not.” You sighed, “I think I’m just obsessed with you.”
Your words only made his cock throb harder, helping you pull your shirt off. You leaned forward, letting him unclasp your bra, your hardened nipples perky in the chill air.
“Fuck.” He groaned, both of his hands coming up to cup your chest. Thumbs immediately tweak the buds, causing your eyes to flutter shut. “You’re so sexy.”
“Shirt off.” You grumbled, pulling his own shirt off his head. You were face-to-face with his toned, hairy chest, basically salivating at the sight. You ran your hand through it, trailing down his abs all the way to his happy trail. Letting your fingers slip into his waistband.
Not before he could stop you, “Going too fast. Let me make you feel good.” He cooed.
“Do we have time?” You asked, helping him slip your leggings down.
He scoffed, “I’m sure. Unless we’re really unlucky, but you’re at least gonna cum before we leave this room.”
“You’re unreal.” You giggled, letting him pepper kisses on your chest. He takes each swollen bud into his mouth before releasing it with a pop. “Fucking perfect tits.”
“Oh, you have a dirty mouth.” You moaned, the heat between your legs becoming unbearable as he made his way down your torso. Leaving wet kisses and small bites on your flesh.
“Oh yeah,” He groaned, “M’gonna show you just how dirty this mouth can get.”
His fingers pulled your underwear down easily, falling to join your leggings on the floor.
“Been wanting to do this since you walked over, talking to yourself like a madwoman.” He groaned, his knees hitting the tile.
“You’re insane.” You sighed, watching him.
“No, we’re insane.” He grinned up at you, his face diving in between your legs. If he wasn’t holding your legs open, you were sure to slide off. The moment his warm tongue flattened itself over your clit you were convinced you had died and gone to heaven. His tongue swirled around your clit expertly, sucking and eating you out like a man starved.
“Holy fucking shit.” You moaned, covering your mouth with your hand. If you had told yourself just a few hours ago you’d be getting eaten out by the hottest man you’ve ever seen in the airport bathroom, you wouldn’t have believed it.
Now you were writhing out broken moans of his name, ready to cum all over his face. “Steve..” You breathed out, your hand combing through his perfect hair. Tugging at the roots. This only spurred him on, his nose nudging your clit with each thrust of his tongue. “You like that, huh? Dirty boy.” You sighed, only to be caught off guard by your orgasm approaching, “I’m gonna-”
He never even came up for air, content to let you smother him while you came. Your legs were shaking as he licks you through it, only stopping when you beg. Pulling his head up to you by his hair. Gnashing your lips together. The taste of your release on his tongue had you moaning, hands fumbling to pull his pants down.
Neither of you could wait any longer; the bulge in his boxers definitely couldn’t. You heard a slap when he pulled his boxers down, his cock slapping against that happy trail you’d definitely dream about.
“Holy fuck.”
“Oh fuck, I don’t have a condom.” He panicked, assuming that's what you were freaked out about.
“I don’t care. I have an implant. Where have you been hiding that?” You pointed to his cock, which sat heavy between his legs. His tip was red and leaking with precum. If circumstances were different, you'd beg to wrap your mouth around him, feel him hot and heavy in your mouth.
“Oh.” He blushed, wrapping a hand around his thick length. “Like what you see?”
His confidence was coming back each moment you stared at him, your legs wrapping around his hips. “As much as I’d love to wrap my bicep around your neck and fuck the shit out of you,” He hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’d much rather watch your gorgeous face when you cum around my cock.”
His words made you dizzy, melting into his touch. “Next time.” You mumbled, he nodded. Neither of you even registered whether there was going to be a next time. Too focused on the task at hand.
“Need it inside of me, now.” You begged, watching him line himself up. Smacking himself on your swollen clit a few times, before pushing his tip inside your entrance. The stretch made you coo, grabbing his shoulders.
“G-god, you’re so tight.” He whimpered, slowly pushing himself in. Inch by inch.
“You’re just fucking huge.” You gasped, biting into his freckled shoulder. “Feel s’good.”
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head by the time his hips met yours, his cock piercing your womb. He gave you a second to adjust before he rolled his hips, dragging his cock out slowly before pushing back in. Taking your breath away each time. Not only could he eat pussy the way he did, but he fucked like a god. You were almost annoyed with how perfect he was if he wasn’t currently making your toes curl.
“Can’t believe how good y’pussy feels.” He slurred, switching between kissing you hungrily and panting filthy words into your neck. His hips pounding into you loudly, skin slapping against skin, echoed throughout the room.
He was all over you, all you could taste, see, smell was him. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. It was fast, hot, and even messy. At one point, he leaned down, biting harshly at your bouncing tits. Making you squeal.
“Steve.. Fuck.” You let out a guttural moan, no longer worried about being heard. You couldn’t be worried about anything other than the way his cock felt inside you.
“You gonna cum?” He asked, steadying his feet. He bent your legs, spreading them open wide. Giving him the perfect view of your blissed out face, and his cock pistoning in and out of your cunt.
“Keep fucking me like that.” You begged, falling back into the wall as both of his hands held your legs.
“Wouldn’t dream of stopping.” He winked, making you laugh before it turned into a choked moan.
“Close.” You spoke through gritted teeth, watching him lean down, spitting onto your cunt. Never once stopping his movements.
“Touch yourself, baby.” He ordered, his voice hoarse. He was just as close. You obliged, his hands too busy keeping you in the position that had him rubbing against the spot inside of you that was ready to burst. The moment your fingertips found your swollen clit, you were gone. Each messy swirl of your fingers had you falling apart, barely able to choke out anything other than his name.
“Can feel you,” He huffed, shaking his hair out of his face, “You gonna cum? Need to feel you cum, baby. You look so fucking sexy. Wanna make you cum every fucking day.”
“God, yes.” You let go, your legs thrashing against his hold as you came around him. A choked moan leaves his lips as your cunt suckles him in deep, squeezing around him, soaking him completely.
“There you go.” He nearly sobbed, folding your legs deeper. His hips stutter with each sloppy drag of him. “Gonna cum.” He spoke as a warning, your jaw lax watching him. His brown eyes were glossy, his skin shiny with a thin layer of sweat.
“Inside.” You whined, and he immediately obliged. Emptying his cum deep inside of you, muttering your name over and over like a holy vow. You were the only god he could believe in, ready to crawl on his knees through hot ash to see your blissed-out eyes look at him every day the way they were right now.
He slipped himself out of you, helping you sit up straight, sure your body was cramping from the weird position you were in. You didn’t care, your body tingling all over.
“You okay?” He mumbled against your temple, holding your sweaty body against his. All you could do was nod, a short burst of giggles leaving your mouth. You could feel his cum sliding down your legs.
“Where’d you learn to fuck like that?” You asked rhetorically, making his chest rumble with laughter.
“Let me clean you up.” He departed with a gentle kiss, walking to the sink to wet some paper towels for you.
You watched him as he walked. Smirking softly at his bare ass. Your release pooled around the base of his cock, wetting the tuff of hair there. It took everything in you not to drop to your knees, sucking him clean.
He came back and cleaned you up as best he could, given the circumstances. He helped you dress on shaky legs, which he loved poking fun at. But mostly, he was just proud he was the cause of them.
“So…” You started, making him smirk at you. “Dinner? I’m fucking starving.”
“God, yes.” He laughed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you walked out. The terminal was still dead empty, the loud sound of the baggage claim drowning out any noises that could have slipped out of the bathroom.
You two ended up in the booth of a random quick stop location, splitting a box of greasy pizza and sipping on cheap beer. You were across from each other, your feet resting on his lap across the table.
“So, what are your Christmas plans? You already moved in?” He asked, picking a piece of pepperoni off his slice and popping it into his mouth.
“Yes, and no. My sister is at my apartment now, she drove my car and cat up there.” You admitted, “I had a work thing and couldn’t, so she offered. I paid for her flight home in exchange. Movers did the rest. So we’re gonna probably get drunk and go to the Christmas market. What about you?”
“Not gonna let you mention a cat and not show me a picture,” He pointed, “But Robin and her girlfriend planned this huge dinner. A lot of our friends are coming into town to do the same. Maybe we’ll cross paths at the market.”
Your head swam at the idea of meeting his friends, already picturing the two of you holding hands and walking through the booths. You didn’t know what was going to happen after this, and you didn’t want to know. Not now, you didn’t wanna spoil the moment.
“This is my cat, her name is Chai.” You showed him the photo of the black and orange calico. She was lying against your chest in the photo. He cooed.
“Oh, little chai. I need to meet her.”
“Are you trying to father my daughter already?” You teased, and he threw his hands up.
“Guilty.” He laughed, “I’m the father that stepped up.” His weak joke only made you laugh harder; surely your cheeks were going to be sore by tomorrow with all the laughter.
Sleeping arrangements were what you were dreading the most; half the hotels were overpriced or already booked by the time you looked. So it seemed useless; the two of you had already committed to this sleepover. This was how you two ended up bundled underneath airport blankets and pillows on the floor, your head curled into his chest.
He watched your eyes flutter closed, your breathing mellow into a gentle rhythm. All he could think about was how utterly fucked he was. He’d never felt this way about a girl before, especially not so soon. He stayed awake for hours, dreading the inevitable sunrise that would tear them apart. In the meantime, he listened to your breathing, letting it lull him to sleep.
He woke first, your head still in the exact spot it was when you went to bed. Your mouth was parted, toeing the line between sleeping and being awake.
“Good morning, beautiful.” All he got in response was a muffled groan.
“Breakfast?” He yawned, smoothing down your bedhead. “There’s some overpriced breakfast bowl with my name on it.”
“Want a smoothie.” You grumbled, not wanting to move from where you were tangled together. Kept warm by a thin airline blanket and his jean jacket wrapped around your shoulders.
“I can get you one. Just gotta let me up.” He whispered, your head immediately shaking no. “Come on, sweet girl, I’ll be back in no time.”
You reluctantly let him get up, leaving you to curl up into his hoodie when he left. It wasn’t long before he came back, food in tow. You sat up, the two of you eating in comfortable silence.
“Have you ever thought about being a paramedic?” You asked, stealing one of his hashbrowns. He paid no mind, simply shrugging.
“No, I mean to be honest, yesterday was the only time I’ve used it on someone that wasn’t near a pool.”
“You were a natural. I mean, you didn’t hesitate at all. Just jumped right in. You were so kind to Cindy, too.” You paused before adding, “The adrenaline rush is always nice too.”
“Knew you were gonna get nasty there.” He rolled his eyes, stealing a drink of your smoothie. To any onlooker, they’d probably think you had been dating for years. Not that just the day prior, you were complete strangers.
As much as Steve brushed it off, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. The idea of being the first responder, being able to help people in their time of need. It called to him in a way that he couldn’t quite name yet. For most of his life, he had never really known what he wanted, only what felt expected of him.
He had moved forward without direction, choosing what was safe instead of what felt right. But now, for the first time, he was following his heart, and that decision pointed him toward Chicago. Toward you. It felt like the beginning of a new life, like pieces of himself were finally lining up after years of being scattered.
After breakfast, the two of you parted ways, only long enough to wash up and change. Meeting back up at the designated ‘fort’ you both began calling it. You both still had about eight hours before your flight took off, but the hours seemed to roll by. Faster than either of you wanted them to. All your worries about Christmas plans seemed to fly out of the window.
“So, is this date technically still ongoing?” You asked, a bag in your hand. This made Steve smile, with a similar bag in his own.
“Contractually, until our plane lands in Chicago, we are still on a date. So yes.”
“Good,” You smiled, holding out the bag. “Merry Christmas.”
He held out a similar bag, “Merry Christmas to you too, Y/n.”
“Great minds think alike.” You both sat down on the row of chairs, each of you opening your gift shop bags. Steve opened his first, pulling out a plane-shaped keychain with the airport's name on it.
“So you never forget the longest and best date of your life.”
“As if I could anyway.” He beamed, holding the keychain close to his chest. “Thank you.”
Your heart felt giddy, ripping into your own bag. Inside was a box containing a necklace; on the end of it was a dainty airplane pendant. You nearly burst into tears, holding the delicate jewelry in your hands.
“Steve…” You whispered, “I can’t accept this, you’ve already spent so much-”
“Shhhh.” He stopped you, placing a hand on your knee. “I want you to have a piece of me close to your heart.”
You sniffled, pulling your hair to the side, “Help me put it on.” He moved behind you, placing the necklace gently around your neck, pressing a kiss to the skin after he clasped it.
“I love it. It’s beautiful. So beautiful.” You said, wrapping your arms around him. Breathing him in deeply when he hugged you tight. The two of you stayed like that for a while before you pulled away.
“We have about 3 hours left. What’s left on the agenda?” He asked, making you hum.
“What if we got a drink at the bar, and people watched. It’s what I do on my own.” You shrugged.
He clicked his mouth, grabbing your hand. “Sounds like a plan.”
Four mixed drinks later and making up backstories for over a dozen people, the minutes were ticking by. You caught yourself memorizing the sound of his laugh, the way it startled out of him when you surprised him, the way he leaned closer without thinking. Your flight was finally back up on the call board, your leg bouncing anxiously. It only made sense that the two of you gravitated back towards your spot, both of you saying meek goodbyes to the corner you called home for the past 24 hours.
“Well, we board in 30 minutes. Our rows are only a few apart. Immediately after we meet up?” He asked, running his hands through his hair nervously. Unwanting this day to ever end.
“Of course.” You nodded, the two of you clinging to each other until the last possible moment. Steve tried to haggle with an older gentleman to switch seats with him, losing terribly. This only made you laugh, which only annoyed the man even more. Your hand kept reaching up to the necklace around your neck, rolling the small charm between your fingers, grounding yourself as panic and excitement tangled together.
As soon as the plane landed, embarrassingly, you and Steve were some of the first to stand. A blush creeping up both of your necks at getting caught, too eager to see each other again. You wondered if this was what people meant when they said love made you stupid. If this were the love that would have you running headfirst, not caring if it hurt.
“How was the flight?” He sneaked up on you, grabbing your bag off the conveyor before you even had the chance to grab it.
“Jesus.” You squealed, jumping into his arms. “Scared me.”
“Missed you.” He admitted, holding you close.
“I did too.” You frowned, unwilling to think about what would happen when the two of you went your separate ways. You had known him for a day, yet the thought of leaving already felt like a loss. “My sister called me a car, it’s already here.”
You could see him deflate; you saw it in his eyes. You thought you’d have more time.
“I’ll walk you out? Ride share is different from where Robin is picking me up.” You nodded, holding his free hand in yours.
“I think I’d love Robin.” You admitted, the two of you pausing on the sidewalk. The snow-covered ground crunches beneath your feet.
“I think she’d love you. You guys would gang up on me, I’d never get a break.”
“Good.” You smiled, rubbing your thumb against his palm.
“Yeah, I think it would be good.” He smiled, both of you stalling.
“Okay. I’m gonna say something admittedly insane.” You huffed, deja vu hitting you at once, “I don’t think you have to know someone for years to really know them. Like, truly know them. Because you’ve seen me the past day in ways that no one ever has before. And all it took was a look. It scared me. Scared me to my core. It almost feels like we aren’t strangers, like we’ve always known each other.”
“And this may sound even more insane, but I don’t think you need to have years with someone to love them either. Sometimes it just happens when we aren’t expecting it. Maybe when we don’t even want it to happen, because the future isn’t promised. But it happens anyway, because how could it not?”
“Like, do you know how many things needed to align tonight for us to meet? And they all did. I know real life isn’t like the movies, but…” You breathed out, Steve’s face softening at your words. “What I mean to say is….” You huffed, chickening out at the last possible second, “Have a good Christmas?”
He let out an awkward laugh at your words, both of you speechless. “I agree, life isn’t like the movies.” He started, “It’s so much better. It’s real, it’s tangible. I can’t explain just how much the past day has meant to me. To be heard, to feel…. wanted.”
“And yeah, life is complicated and messy. But that’s part of being human. I’ve never felt as human as I have today. I feel like something in me shifted, like I’m stepping into my own life instead of watching it pass me by. You made me see things about myself today that I wouldn't have before. I’ve felt things today I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling.” He admitted, his cheeks going red from the cold, “I want to see you again. I want you. God, it’s all I want.”
You never believed in true love. Not the kind that arrived without warning and rewired your chest in a single day. Love, to you, had always been something that grew slowly, carefully, with time as proof. A slow-growing plant in the corner of a room, taking its time to bloom. Yet here you were, standing across from Steve, feeling something reckless bloom anyway in your chest. Something that felt a lot like love. Something that can be nurtured into something beautiful.
Steve leaped, a leap he should have taken long ago, too scared before, too unwilling to let something this fragile slip through his grasp. He refused to let you walk away like in the movies. He chose to put everything on the line, to reach for something fleeting and honest before it could disappear.
“Hey,” You stopped, grabbing him by the arm. So much has happened in the past few hours, it felt like days had passed since you first saw him huddled up in that corner. “When you’re back in Chicago. Find me. Wine and dine me like you didn’t get the chance to.”
He paused, a smirk wide on his face. When you turned on your heel, ready to walk away, you were stopped. His hand tight over your hand. “This isn’t a romantic comedy.”
“It was a romantic drama.”
“This isn’t a romantic drama.” He corrected, his cheeks aching from how wide his smile was. “Now I would sulk through the streets of Chicago for years for you, but I’d rather not waste any time. So, can I please have your phone number?”
“I was just waiting for you to ask.” You admitted, grabbing his phone and texting yourself. “Fall in love with the city, and maybe stay?”
“I feel like I’m gonna fall in love with more than just the city.” He admitted, your brows softening in realization at his words.
You pulled him in for one last kiss, putting all of your heart into it. “Don’t take too long to text me.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it!” He yelled, never once taking his eyes off of you until you were in your car, waving frantically as the driver took you into the heart of the city.
The moment his feet landed on the sidewalk, he was clicking on Robin’s contact photo, so quickly his fingers were shaking. She answered on the first ring, a confused “Hello?”
“I just landed.” He got out quickly, jogging back to the baggage claim. “You’ll never guess what happened.”
“I’m literally in the pickup waiting for you,” She sighed, watching Vickie stifle a laugh, “Can this not wait five minutes?”
“No,” He breathed out, “I’m moving to Chicago. After New Year's, I’m gonna enroll in EMT courses, I think? Of course, I need to do some research, and I might have to crash in your spare room for a few months. I also think I found the love of my life?”
Robin’s eyes widened, staring at the phone in disbelief, “What the hell happened during that layover?”
hi there! im doing pretty okay, thank you for checking in!
i've been in the hospital for a bit, i can explain in a separate post if people want but it's nothing big, and i haven't been able to post as much as i wanted :(
i want to use this ask to let everyone know that i am working on the asks still! my laptop died and i didn't pack my charger so fics are a little tricky to write rn. but i'm slowly working on all the other asks still.
fics will get done eventually, but just a little longer while i figure out mobile a bit better.
thank you for everyone's patience and constant support! the grand opening is doing a lot better than i could ever imagine and i am so, so, so grateful!! 🫶🏽🤎
hi hi <3 i’d like to ask for a cinnamon roll please with either stranger things boys or bridgerton boys (whichever you would prefer tbh i love both sm lol)
im a female (she/her), heterosexual, 5’2 with pale skin, brown eyes and black hair + red streaks. my mbti is infp and zodiac is pisces. i love horror/slasher movies and crime mysteries, reading, listening to music (lana del rey, artemas, sabrina carpenter & chase atlantic) as well as playing video games and learning new things !!
im nice but come off as sarcastic and sassy at first. i hate people who are mean for no reason and always stand up for others. i take some time getting used to people but once i do i will never shut up around them lmao
ok i’ll stop here but thank you sm in advance !! also also i really love your profile it’s so pretty and the vibes are so cute <33
- xoxo, yeon
i ship you with- eddie munson
he's in love with you the moment he lays his eyes on you.
he immediately walks up to you in front of everyone and starts talking and throwing in cheesy pick up lines. you're not sure at first but he's so persistent and charming you fall for him too.
watching horror movies together is his favorite date. but gets weirded out with anything true crime. definitely prefers slashers over mysteries.
makes fun of you for your music taste but it slowly grows on him too. one day you find him working on a campaign and he doesn't realize you're there watching him and he's mumbling 'motherfucker' like in ppp. it becomes a vocal stim and he does it often now.
he loves you so much he thinks he can't love you more. until you stand up for him in front of everyone. maybe jason carver just calls him a freak in the cafeteria and eddie goes to say something back but you beat him to it.
looks at you with wide eyes before pulling you in and kissing your head mumbling a 'my girl' into your hair.
Hi River Can I please order a cinnamon roll?
Fandom: Bridgerton. I usually ask for stranger things ones so this might be interesting
I am bi so match me with anyone
If I were in the bridgerton universe, I’d probably be a new debutante but I’d want to have a career as an opera singer since I sing opera irl. I love music! I can’t go to school without my earbuds because school is loud and I need to tune things out.
I am socially anxious and introverted. I have a lot of thoughts but I have a hard time saying them sometimes. When I’m around my friends and close family I am energetic and goofy.
I like to sketch and draw things. I suck at painting though. I have a dog named Poppy and she’s my best friend and I love her so much.
I also like to read and write from time to time. I like to make up scenarios in my head.
Idk what else to put haha
i ship you with- benedict bridgerton
you guys would bond over your love for the arts; him his paintings and you your opera. the first time he hears you sing he's just in complete awe of you.
would also definitely match your goofy energy and lives that you get that way around him cause he knows that means you're comfortable around him.
would also help you out during social events by never leaving your side, constantly checking in to make sure that you're still okay. and the second you want to leave, he has no problem getting away from the scene just to spend time with you.
would teach you to paint if you wanted to learn. loves your little doodles and keeps every single one.
his favorite moments with you is just you, him, and poppy lounging around doing nothing all day while you read to him. would just lay cramped on the couch with you while scratching poppy's ears cause he loves her and how much she means to you.
a/n: singing opera is so cool?! like that's so impressive im obsessed
hi! i write for anyone in the fandoms that i included in my pinned post, but im in a lot more fandoms too!! if you want something written for someone not included on my fandom list feel free to ask!! 🫶🏽🤎
Hiii!! Could I have a cinnamon roll with either bridgerton or marauders? <3
Im 22! She/her. More of a goth/alternative, dark hair and I’m 5,11. Love older music especially Kate bush, Fiona apple basically sad women singing lol. I’m an infp, Leo. I would probably be described by my friends as more introverted, soft spoken but when I talk about my interests I cannot shut up. I love romance novels and movies so deffo a hopeless romantic.
Anyways hope you have a lush day my love!
i ship you with- regulus black
reggie definitely listens to sad girl music all the time.
he's also such a great listener and would be so patient for you to get comfortable with him to talk. i can literally imagine him with his head in his hand just quietly listening while you talk about your interests with a little smile on.
this man is also such a hopeless romantic so he matches that energy. i feel like he loves to write love letters and would just put them in little places for you to find throughout your day!
hi it’s robin anon! i just wanted to let you know that i adored the fic. the plot was perfect and you captured her so well :D thanks so much for writing it! 🤍
thank you so much!! it was fun to write and i'm so glad you enjoyed it!! 🫶🏽🤍
Hii, I'd like to order an apple pie and a chocolate chip cookie, can you write one with "You are in Love" by Taylor Swift with Draco Malfoy, where Draco and his childhood best friend (reader) are just lying in Draco's dorm and they have a deep conversation, and Draco just knows that he loves her, tells her that she's his best friend... And they confess their feelings<3
I love Draco and sorry if this is too specific, it's my first time requesting a fic ever!!! And I love your idea about the coffee shop! I personally think it's great! Love ya💖
hi! i'm so glad i could be your first request!! this was such a cute prompt too!! you can find the fic here!
summary: you both realize how much you mean to the other after a night by yourselves
warnings: none i think
word count: 544
author's note: hope you like it!!
This was Draco’s favorite time of the day. When classes were over and dinner was eaten, leaving the dorms empty while his friends hung out around the castle.
Except for you. You and him would always come to his dorm and just lay around doing nothing.
And it was perfect.
Because the only thing he had to focus on was you.
You had a routine that carried a certain domesticity about it. You walking into the room, not even bothering to knock because you knew he would always let you in. Walking straight to his dresser and pulling out a shirt, walking to the bathroom to change and come out wearing his shirt rather than the stiff button up and tie.
“It's way comfier than anything I own” you would say to defend yourself when he gave you a look.
He’d be lucky if he saw it ever again. Not that he minds, of course.
Then you climb into bed next to him, getting comfortable but giving him space. Space that Draco had to fight not to close.
He watches as you move his pillows to be the perfect shape before you lay your head down and look at him.
He lays down along with you, smiling at you. Letting out a sigh as he finally relaxes for the first time that day.
That's when you reach your hand out and brush some hair away from his forehead, “Rough day?”
Draco nods slowly, leaning into your hand, opening his mouth but not letting the words come out.
“You can let go when your around me, you know. You don't have to hold to all these fears, all these ghosts, by yourself,”
And so he didn't hold back. He talked and talked about everything that was happening in his life, the good, the bad. And you just played there and listened, stroking his arm and holding his hand until he fell asleep. Following him shortly after.
When he did finally wake up, hours later when the sun is slowly starting to peak out through the windows, he looks at your head resting on his chest and smiles, pushing your away away from your face.
You stir slightly and flutter your eyes open to look up at him, a smile on your face.
“You're my best friend,” he whispers so softly you almost miss it.
But he knows you didn't when you smile at him, “I would hope so,”
This causes Draco to just chuckle and bring you closer to him, kissing your temple, “I mean it! There's no one I would rather spend my time with. These quiet moments by ourselves are the best memories I have.”
You smile, not sure how to respond but knowing you felt the exact same way. So instead, you look between his lips and his eyes, asking a question you've been dying to ask since you were kids.
And Draco just smiles in return, holding your face and bringing you closer to him till your noses brushed. And with one last look in each others eyes, you both leaned forward, connecting your lips in a kiss that was long overdue.
And when you finally pull apart, soft smiles and blushes mirroring each others, you know, you are in love.
i'm assuming this is 🍵, where i answer a question from the list, but if not lmk!!
i'm still gonna answer anyways tho :)
19. A time that you told a lie.
the first thing that came to mind is when i told my friend that i used the same perfume as her when i absolutely did not. and this went on for a year. i had no reason to lie but when she asked if it was the same perfume i just impulsively said 'yes' and couldn't back out after 😭
hello! I just read the coffee event and it’s a very beautiful idea so I wanted to request something! I’ll ask for cinnamon roll and I’ll tell you about myself! :)
fandom: Bridgerton
- I’m a girl who loves to listening to music (I listen any type of music)
- I like to draw, I like doing doodles or simple sketches
- I’m a cat person! I love cats so so much and they are really the cutest
- I’m a sensible person, insecure on a lot of things but, as my friends describes me, I’m really joyful, nice and clumsy lol
- I’m a person who loves to experiment a lot of activities, doing always something different
- I also like to read and to write
- but I'm a bit gullible, in the sense that maybe I take people too seriously when they're joking and then I find myself being the stupid one on duty and I'm also a bit clingy sometimes, I really like to maybe show affection to the people I care about with hugs or mainly physical contact
Hope that it’s sufficient! if it isn’t just tell me and I’ll tell you more! (hope you have a great day :))
i ship you with- francesca bridgerton
i feel like she'll always want to play music for you and i can see you just strong there listening to your pretty girl do what she's passionate about but also just appreciating her talent.
you would also just draw or read or write while she plays her piano in the background, sort of like a parallel play thing, sitting in silence and enjoying each other's company.
francesca would also love how clingy you are. she grew up in a big family, so she's always used to having people right next to her, and even though she loves her peace she's loves knowing you like to hold onto her more.
i would also like to say francesca is totally a cat person!!
you didn't add a gender preference so i sorta just did whoever, so if you want a male version just lmk and ill make you a new one 🫶🏽🥮
so excited to see more posts from you! please can i request a 🍪 with robin buckley + i can see you by taylor swift?
this is so exciting, you're my first ever ask!! this was such a fun request and i'm going to be completely honest i lowkey lost the plot so it's not as song based as i wanted it to be. if you want me to redo it i'll happily do so, but enjoy this in the mean time!! 🫶🏽🍪
