08-23-02
(i might reblog smth nsfw so be aware)
this girl came up to me, said she wanted a photo. she asked me, "which one is your best side?" you know what i told her? I TOLD HER IT'S BOTH SIDES ‼️
bias list (just in case 😋😋😋)
jungkook (bts), jake (enhypen), taehyun (txt), hyunjin (skz)
san + seonghwa (ateez), dk + mingyu (svt)
jaehyun, hendery, jeno, chenle, haechan, yuta, sion (all ncts combined idk bro)
jiwoong (zb1), theo (p1h), jaehyun (bnd)
chaeryeong (itzy), jeongyeon (twice)
jooyeon + jungsu (xdh), wonpil (day6)
and if anyone knows 8loom know i think about dan sagami every minute
biases to-be (if/when i lock in) taeyang (sf9), eric (the boyz)
HELLO!! HOW ARE YOU? i hope you are so very fantastically amazing!!
so i've been in a little bit of a silly goofy mood i fear and have recently been brought to the attention of the thing (thats the technical term actually) where the person kissing you BRINGS YOU CLOSER BY THE BELT LOOPS ON YOUR JEANS (i did not experience this. it came up in discussion with my friend in regards to lee know of stray kids. that is besides the point)
so i bring this to you humbly with: who in what band? is it self indulgent to say lee jooyeon? i'm also thinking MAYBE taehyun, soobin, intak, ode.... i am very very unsure and i feel like your beautiful brain can help me work this out bcs if i can't have it in real life i might as well know which idols would
and am i insane for feeling insane about this (be honest!!)
ANYWAY I LOVE YOU AND AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU AND CAN'T WAIT TO BINGE READ UR 1K EVENT WHEN I'M ON MY PERIOD AGAIN AND HAVE AMPLE AMOUNTS OF TIME TO SIT AND ENJOY😋😋
HIII I’M SO HAPPY TO HEAR FROM YOU BABE 🫶🏼 i’m doing great and i hope you are too!! oh you’re coming back with a wonderful question i love this! okay let’s see…
xdinary heroes: seungmin!!!! oh this is so seungmin core… i remember one of my first posts on this blog was about that scene from to all the boys i’ve loved before where peter has his hand in the back pocket of lara jean’s pants and then spins her around while they’re walking side by side and how it’s a thing seungmin would absolutely do… DO U KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT 😭 he’d be doing such acts regularly and he’d be super smooth with it, always catching you by surprise 🙂↕️ and for jooyeon i don’t think you’re being biased tbh!! you can be bickering over something silly and he’d pull you by the loops out of nowhere to shut you up with a kiss cause he’s Just a Guy and he’s heard it somewhere that girls like it
piwon: i can see intak doing it at the beginning of your relationship? (pls tell me if you get it and agree) it would happen when he’s trying to keep his composure when you’re in public; when it’s just the two of you his hands immediately go to your hips or your neck and jaw, but in case there are people around, he’d want to play it chill (and cool) and the trick with the belt loops would be a fun way to do it cause he knows it’s gonna impress you :3 i see jongseob doing it too not gonna lie!
txt: taehyun DO YOU MEAN FRATBOY TAE *wink wink* no but seriously any genre of taehyun would be into this. ugh he’d be soo smooth and swift with it like… out of everyone on this list he’d be the one doing it in a Hot way if i’m gonna be real with you 🥲 (and he’s not even my bias) i see him leaning against a wall, you’re flirting, his gaze is alternating between your eyes and lips as he’s intensifying the moment before the kiss happens 😩 it’s getting hot in here
(soobin doing this to you would be really nice but can we sometimes take a moment to discuss how it might turn him on if you pull him by the collar of his shirt to kiss him? idk how i started thinking of this bsjsks)
and if i remember correctly you don’t stan wayv but you have your eye on hendery so i just have to let you know that out of all members from wayv hendery would be the one to do this 100% like i’ve never been more sure of anything else in my life
if you’re insane then i am too! (you are not insane) <3 this was so fun let me know if you agree 😋 ahhh i love you too lovely and i really really hope you enjoy the drabbles from the event when you get around to them! rest well and as much as you can whenever you’re free 🤎
OH MY GOODNESS THAT TO ALL THE BOYS SCENE 🫠 I CAN SEE IT SO CLEARLY. smooth is literally like THE oh seungmin word like YES YOU'RE A GENIUS THATS SO HIM i feel like if there are actually any men out there they should take notes from him.
jooyeon is "Just a Guy and he’s heard it somewhere that girls like it" I AM SO OBSESSED WITH YOU LIKE SERIOUSLY I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BRAIN like pls why am i GIGGLING TO MY WALLS AT THAT goodbye
LIKE YOU GAVE SUCH A SILLY THING SO MUCH NUANCE WITH INTAK DOING IT TO BE COOL LIKE!!! I NEVER THOUGHT OF THAT EVER BUT YES!!! and i didn't even consider jeongseob but he's so smooth in my brain (like seungmin vibes in that way) so i agree one trillion percent.
TAEHYUN. OH THE GAZE WHAT IF I MELT INTO A PUDDLE i'm obsessed. YOU KNOW ME SO WELL I LOVE YOU! i one million percent understand the Hot way you're talking about because that's like the first way that comes to mind so cool cool cool that it's so him 😋
(oh and soobin? literally forget it the idea of him ENJOYING THAT like please if only men were real. i was so not in that universe but you built a spaceship and brought me there and now that will be rotting my brain for the time being so THANK YOU)
YOUR HENDERY COMMENT YOU ARE TOO AMAZING. YOU'RE RIGHT I DON'T KNOW WAYV LIKE THAT BUT I THINK HE'S NEAT...thank you for imparting this information to me. i fear as though he must be meant to be my bias and i must be meant to intensely stan wayv because if YOU say he's most likely to do one of the top 10 hottest things i can think of then it's giving meant to be.
this actually just made my life and i'm making a link to this my bookmark to get onto this website bcs why not be greeted with it every time i arrive 🤩🫠 thank you once again for giving me a little peek into your brain and sharing your thoughts with me 🥰 in case i forgot to tell you I LOVE YOU SO DEARLY 🫶🫶🫶
thinking about the fourth of july with steve and your four girls.
the day would of course be spent at steve’s parents house. the harrington’s have always thrown a big bbq for the 4th for as long as steve can remember.
the girls are excited to get to spend the day in the pool and you’re more than excited to get to see steve traipsing around in his swim shorts and no shirt because july in indiana is truly no joke.
there’d be music playing and the smell of sunscreen and charcoal fills the the air as you sit under one of shaded lounge chairs with your youngest. your other 3 girls are of course in the pool, squealing and laughing as steve throws them in the air. you try not to stare at how his back muscles ripple under the sun as he lifts your girls with ease.
he wore fatherhood so well (your four girls are clear enough proof)
he catches you staring multiple times, sending you a wink each time in response, and it’s times like this as you see him being an exemplary father that you consider giving him a fifth.
eventually the ogling has to stop and you put your youngest down for a nap just as steve’s dad lets everyone know the burgers and hot dogs are done.
steve and your second oldest have a watermelon eating contest which ends in sticky faces and the sweet sweet sound of your girls innocent laughter as they watch their dad be silly.
the girls whine about steve’s adamant 30 minute rule of waiting to get back in the pool after eating and he always has to pull out the “i was a lifeguard in high school. was on the swim team. i know what im talking about girls.”
(he ends up letting them get in 10 minutes later)
golden hour has barely set in and the girls are set on doing sparklers even though it’s still daylight (and will be for some time becuase it’s summertime in indiana and it doesn’t get dark until 10) and so steve of course because he’s the dad he is will light sparklers with his girls at 7pm. helping them trace their name into the sky with it and even lighting his own and drawing a heart for you.
because even after all these years and four kids together he’s still sickenly in love with you it’s a little insane. and everyday he thanks his lucky stars to have you as his wife and the mother of his kids and at the end of the day his best friend :)
eventually people begin to filter out of the harrington residence. the music dies down a little and a sense calmness rushes into the backyard. the girls are helping steve’s mom with something very important in the kitchen and steve’s sitting next to you on one of the loungers, baby on his chest, sunglasses perched atop his head holding his hair back out of his face. you can hear the faint sounds of kids a block over playing outside, the sounds of cicadas and crickets as the sun begins to set, someone letting off fireworks prematurely a couple blocks over.
a little before 10 you all pile into steve’s truck and head to the ball field to watch fireworks. steve’s parents keep your youngest thankfully, but your other three girls are buzzing with excitement (even if it is way past their bedtime) as steve backs the truck up to face the field and grabs the blankets to put into the bed of the truck.
you’re all cuddled up in the bed of steve’s pickup even with the heat of the day still lingering because your girls are clingers just like their father. and when the fireworks start you can’t help but stare lovingly at your girls, familiar big doe eyes staring up at the array of colors in the sky. like it’s the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen.
you feel steve grab your hand at one point and how he even has a free one you aren’t sure, but you let him lace his fingers with yours and lean your head on his shoulder as your girls sit on your laps. ooh’s and ahhh’s and mom! dad! did you see that one? look at that one! are all that your girls can seem to vocalize but it’s more than enough for both you and steve. you know they’re having a good time and that’s all you two could ever ask for.
by the time the fireworks are over and you drive back to steve’s parents to get your youngest and then back home all of your girls are passed out. the swimming and general excitement from the day tiring them out. steve of course insists on carrying them inside because he’s not going to be able to pick them up like this forever and so he wants to do it as often as he can now while he still can. so you take the baby and your second youngest while steve takes your two oldest and it makes your chest ache in such a heart warming way to know that both of you have your whole worlds in your arms right now.
steve of course still insists on doing his nightly routine of telling the girls he loves them and tucking them in even if they still are out cold.
by the time both of you climb into bed you’re truly knackered, but not tired enough to not let him know how much you love him and how good of a father he is.
steve preens under your compliments and will everytime you tell him, but he always makes sure you receive your praise too. because you were the one who allowed him to become a father and he’s never seen someone take on motherhood like you and he thinks you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.
and if baby number five is conceived that night well then so be it….
Pairing: fan ot8!skz × idol gn!reader (individually)
Genre: fluff, silly ig, headcanons
Prompt: what it would be like if you were an idol and the stray kids boys were your fans
Warnings: this is just very silly idk 😭
A/n: just something fun while I work through the requests | daily click
Bang Chan
Tries to be normal about this
Puts the blame on his sister
"Yeah I just know about this group so much because my sister is a huge fan haha"
His sister might as well just hate you from how much she needs to hear about you
And every single one of his family members and friends can't stand your music anymore
That's all they hear every time Chan is in control of the music
And he always makes sure he is in control of that
Loves to see the behind the scenes and recording sessions
Mostly if you are a producer as well!!
He started learning music production because of you can you believe that
Begs people to gift him official merch and when he finally gets it, he gets super happy
But then he's too shy to use it on public because what if people recognise it
Lee Know
He knows every single one of your choreos
And he kinda gives me the vibe of covering your songs on social media
If he ever covers your comeback and your group acknowledges that, this will be his personality for the rest of the two following years
Is a really really big fan but low-key has no idea of what you guys are doing
He can recognise any of your songs on the first 0.001 second and he can recite your entire discography chronologically by heart
But he has no idea what's your real name and what do you mean you're going on tour???
His friends actually have to tell him when you guys will do a concert so he can try to buy a ticket, cause otherwise he wouldn't even know you were going on a tour
So he is a fan of your music, mostly
But once he fell for the fanservice and giggled at one of your fairy ending
He had to shut his phone and take a walk so he stops being delusional
Changbin
Oh he's rich
He's in ALL your concerts, front row and everything
Went to so many fanmeetings and fancalls that you probably already recognise him
And has all your merch as well??
Buys every album in the pre release, has all clothes, the lightstick, the God knows what
He has the whole collection of everything you can imagine
He also loves to learn your choreos
But opposite to Minho, he actually lacks a bit when it comes to your discography 💔
He is in the middle of the 7th concert he went to and he's like "oh what song is that"
And then it's your debut song
He is trying ok
He has a picture of all of your group as his phone wallpaper because he doesn't exclude anyone even if you are his bias 🙂↕️
Hyunjin
He is delusional and he's not even trying to hide it
He has you as his wallpaper and people ask "oh who's that"
He straight up just says he's married to you and that's it
Must have gaslit his grandmother so she believed you guys are dating
She just never met you because you live in another country or something, he probably has the whole backstory
He's not crazy though 😭 he does it for fun
But he 100% has a crush on you
Gets to go to a concert ONCE in the most distant place of the stadium but he is absolutely sure you saw him
That's his personality for the next month
"I'm telling you, they definitely saw me!! That's why they were smiling, I bet they saw me"
Who's gonna tell him
Han
Another delusional one
I am sure he reads fanfic
He spent 14 hours of screen time on ao3 once
Doesn't write it though
If he were to make content of your group on the internet, he would probably sing and rap your songs
I can see him doing those covers on YouTube or tiktok
Has a private account on Instagram with no followers just so he can comment on your photos without anyone recognising him
He doesn't comment anything creepy, is just that he doesn't want his friends seeing him say "YOU'RE SO HOT PLEASE MARRY ME" in a photo of you eating ramen yk
Definitely fought every hater out there when he was on school
Had his account banned a few times because he does not go easy on haters
Now he just reports and block the account 🙏🏻
Felix
Tiktok!!
He saw every single possible edit of you on tiktok, and commented in all of them
And he's always one of the first to comment in your official videos
it might even become an inner joke in the fandom because EVERYONE knows about Felix atp
His entire social circle is a fan of yours because he really likes to talk about you
And he's very good at convincing
So everyone is like 100% sure you're the most perfect human being to ever exist on earth
He is also the complete opposite of Minho
He knows EVERYTHING
Every single gossip, rumour, comeback, he watches every live and everything
No one knows how he knows everything
There's a chance he has a fan base for you and your group because he truly knows that much
And sometimes you find out things about yourself from his fan page before your company even has the chance of telling you
Seungmin
A normal fan
Acts normal for most of it, people wouldn't even know he is a fan of yours if they didn't talk to him
But your group is his top 1 artist ever since debut
Reposts your photos on Instagram (close friends though)
His friends would probably call him annoying because he does NOT stop talking about you to them
Probably to make up for the lack of enthusiasm in front of strangers
Acts like he doesn't see a lot of your things but actually knows every single thing ever
The type to go "oh actually ☝🏻🤓" on twitter
You can trust him to defend you online
Haters start to shake everytime they see his username coming
I.N
HE SO HAS A PHOTOCARD COLLECTION
Has a transparent phone case so he can put one of your photocards there
And the photocard changes every two days because he does have that many
A lot of posters of your group as well
Probably the rich fan #2 so he has albums
And lightsicks
You enter his room and you think you are in a museum dedicated to your career the way he has everything there
He either reads or writes fanfic
Or both
Like I.N you can be honest with us, we know you're here on Tumblr
Maybe he also does gifs
If you debuted when he was still at school, he was failing because he would rather watch your stages instead of studying at finals week
Masterlist | you'll probably like: Meeting a pretty fan
Daily click
Reminder this is just fiction!! I'm not trying to portray real life and you shouldn't believe that this is how the members actually are. This is just for the vibe and the delulu!
BYE ITS THE WAY HYUNJIN IS LITERALLY ME @ HIM except for the grandma bit cuz my grandma thought he was a girl and i was like yeah we're not getting into that. i know he saw me at the concert though. i just Know It
pairing: xdinary heroes x reader || hyung line x reader
genre: slice of life » 1.6k words
✎… drabbles with various romance tropes, banter, slow burn, slight hint of angst | c.w ! light alcohol consumption, cursing, clumsy!gaon
a.note ! jungsu’s drabble is inspired by a scene from the novel normal people by sally rooney
( maknae ver. )
GOO GUNIL • MATCHMAKER GONE WRONG
🎧 now playing... good to me - seventeen
You enter the restaurant and spot your friend already seated at a booth, tapping on her cellphone.
“Here we go.” You glance at Gunil with a grin.
You both came together straight from work and he’s still in his usual button-up when he takes his coat off, sleeves rolled up to make him look more casual and relaxed than he actually feels.
“You didn’t need to do this, you know.” he says, voice low but amused in that calm, composed way of his.
“Yes, I did.” You reply determined, nudging him forward. “Everyone’s bringing someone to the party. You’re not showing up alone.”
I don’t mind it, Gunil thinks to himself, but remains quiet.
Your friend looks up with a warm smile when you approach. The introductions go smoothly. Soon, menus are open, food ordered. The conversation - easy. As expected, your friend is talkative and charming.
When the waiter arrives with your orders, Gunil reaches across the table to slide the glass closer to you, like he often does in the office in case something ends up far from you; he does it absentmindedly, like it’s a newfound muscle memory. His fingers brush yours, light and accidental, but enough to send a tiny spark.
Enthusiastically, your friend mentions that she has seen a great musical last weekend. “It was incredible! The singing was so good and don’t get me started on the costumes. I think you might like this one.”
You smile politely, but before you can reply, Gunil speaks up next to you, lips twitching. “Not unless it’s animated.”
Your friend chuckles intrigued while you just stare surprised at him.
“What?” He grins. “You said you hate the whole breaking into a song thing unless it’s with animated characters.”
He’s not wrong. You did say that once… perhaps a month ago? Or two? You don’t remember. How does he recall something so small and insignificant? You glance back at your friend, trying to ignore the way your heart jumped.
Later, after you’re done with dinner, you decide to order drinks and the waiter returns. He hovers, pen ready. But you’re still skimming the wine list although you order the exact same thing every time.
Then, suddenly you hear Gunil chime in.
“She’ll have a glass of savignon blanc. Right?” He meets your eyes with that familiar coy smile. “Cold, please.” He adds when you nod in agreement.
You never would’ve guessed he pays attention to something as small as your go-to wine order. This new knowledge presses warmly against your chest as you sit back silently, letting the conversation flow at the table.
They chat easily - about work, school, travels. They start laughing and you nod wordlessly along, adding with something mostly if needed. You find yourself suddenly quiet and distracted; all you can do is wonder… since when does he know you so well? When had he started sounding like someone who’s known you all his life and not since the day you joined the company last winter?
And then another thought strucks you, sharp and unsettling. You arranged this. You decided to play matchmaker. It was your idea - to introduce them to each other. Not just for the sake of the work party, but possibly with the idea that it might become something more for them.
But now, watching him smile at your friend, you wish you hadn’t. You also wish you hadn’t agreed to go to the party with the hr assistant just because he was your mentor during your first two weeks. You wish you could turn back time.
KIM JUNGSU • ALOOF COUPLE
🎧 now playing... over the moon - the marías
It’s a warm evening in July. You’re celebrating the start of the summer at one of your friends’ house backyard while her parents are away on a trip. Jungsu still has two exams left, but he’s not worried about the material, so he’s here too.
The air is thick with chatter and music, laughter and chlorine from the big pool. People are splashing in and out of the water, shouting. You’re sat at the edge with a can of sofa in hand, watching the on-going game with feet in the water. It’s the second round of the shoulder wars game - Jungsu steadies his partner onto his broad shoulders, his hands grasping on her tanned legs. “That’s a strong torso you’ve got there,” you hear her say, giggling.
Your gaze still lingers on the scene after the match is over and he comes over to you with a small smile, standing in the water where your legs are dangling lazily.
He pushes his wet hair back from his forehead, shoulders glistening. “How did I do?” He asks, chest heaving in excited breaths.
You tilt your head, not leaving him out of sight. “You two make a good team.”
He lets out a short laugh. “I could argue that.”
Instead of saying anything more, he reaches up with one hand, circling your ankle under the water. His thumb brushes against your skin almost absentmindedly; the touch is light and discreet, small. But it also feels… intimate. Intimate enough to send electricity up your body; to make it unable to look away from him and his wet lips.
Your gaze suddenly lifts when someone shouts his name, calling him for another round.
“I’m taking a break for this one,” Jungsu announces before hopping onto the edge to sit next to you.
His hands press flat on the tiles as he steadies himself with a sigh.
You pretend to adjust, but it’s just the sudden nearness that makes you feel slightly nervous for some reason. There’s water dripping all over his nice body and heat radiating from his skin despite the night air. His swim shorts are clinging to his thighs.
You swirl your can of soda, forcing your eyes on the rising bubbles. A moment later, someone calls for him again.
Silently, he lifts a hand, signaling that he’ll pass.
You breathe out a low chuckle before commenting: “They really want you back in the game.”
“They’re doing fine without me,” he says, then shoots you a glance. “I prefer staying here with you.”
“Dude, learn to read the room!” Someone says from across the pool, dramatically enough to steal everyone’s attention.
Both of you instinctively turn toward the noise. Jungsu’s gaze drops as a sheepish smile curls his lips once his friend’s teasing sinks in.
“Give the lovebirds some space, Jesus.” Another voice chimes in, followed by numerous chuckles.
KWAK JISEOK • SECOND CHANCE ROMANCE
🎧 now playing... little freak - harry styles
The house is full of Halloween decorations and people in various costumes - there are glittering masks, dangling skeletons, cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and so much more.
Dressed as a witch, you lean against the wall, drink in hand, trying to be polite by letting the guy you’re talking to - a pirate - finish his story about this protein shake that he thinks is going to impress you.
Then… is it fate or just bad timing, you don’t know - Jiseok enters the scene.
He’s carrying two beers and looking somewhere else entirely when he turns right into the pirate beside you. The foam explodes, the beers splattering all over his white shirt.
“Oh, shit—sorry!” Jiseok stammers, his eyes wide in shock. “Dude, I didn’t even see you there!”
“Yeah, obviously.” The guy mutters under his breath.
All you can do is lean back, lips pressed together as you try not to burst into laughter. Chaos always follows Jiseok - some things never change.
“Seriously, I…” Jiseok turns to you, looking mortified as the guy walks away. “I swear I didn’t do this on purpose. Please tell me you don’t think I was trying to ruin your date or something…”
You raise an eyebrow, fighting a grin. “First off, it wasn’t a date. Second… relax, you actually did me a favour.”
Jiseok lets out a small laugh, something close to relief that breaks some of the tension. He’s wearing a vampire costume and his hair is messy; the kind of messy that always seems to work for him, making him even more attractive.
Few songs later, you escape the noise by slipping outside. You settle on the front steps, and he follows, carefully handing you a drink.
“Not a single drop spilled,” he says satisfied, making you chuckle. “What can I say? I grow every day.”
“Good for you,” you nod with a grin. “Took you what…”
“Two years… and eleven months. But who’s counting?”
You glance at him over the rim of your cup. “You are.”
He doesn’t deny it. He doesn’t even laugh or anything. He looks away toward the street where a group of trick-or-treaters pass by.
“I didn’t expect us to stay in the same circle of friends,” he says eventually. “I thought you’d avoid anything remotely connected to me.”
“I tried.” You exhale.
Your words hang there for a little while until he speaks up, staring into his cup. “Do you think dating me was a bad idea?” His voice is steady yet a bit unsure.
You turn to him slowly. When your eyes lock, you notice that familiar ache you know too well, like time hasn’t dulled a thing.
“I think…” you speak carefully, “it was the right thing at the wrong time.”
“Yeah,” Jiseok murmurs softly. “Timing wasn’t always on our side.”
You huff out a chuckle, small and bittersweet, glancing away at the porch lights flickering. But it doesn’t take long for your eyes to meet again.
“I missed this,” he admits, quieter. “You… us. You know, I kept waiting for the part where I’ll stop missing you, but… still waiting.” He shifts, adjusting elbows on his knees with a rueful curve on his lips.
You swallow, trying not to smile too soon. “I miss you too.”
Like that, the world suddenly feels hushed, the laughter and the music blur into a single distant background noise. Neither of you moves, but Jiseok’s shoulders ease, a smile tugs at your faces.
The energy shifts, light and hopeful… like something is finally finding its way back home.
gunil making me wanna work in corporate (joke but not rly). HE IS SOOOOOOOOO COWORKERS TO LOVERS ESP IN AN EARLY 2000S ROMCOM KINDA WAY. rolled sleeves are the most important detail did everyone notice that???
jungsu CARRYING SOMEONE ON HIS SHOULDERS??? i'd've jumped him in the pool. jungsu's SWIM SHORTS STICKING TO HIS THIGHS???? i'd've fucked him in the pool. aloof couple is so n beautiful to me because COULD NOT BE ME BUT OH MY GOD IT IS SO DELICIOUS AND TASTY LIKE THE SECURITY???? THE TRUST???? THE SEXINESS?????? what ever
how did i know gaon was dressed as a vampire before you even said it like dont even play lad. and YES HIS HAIR IS MESSY. YES IT WORKS. bro it's the way i would actually let him play me like second chance romance never works in my head BUT WHEN U SAY RIGHT THING WRONG TIME AND IT INVOLVES HIM I'M LIKE YES!!!! THATS EXACTLY IT!!!!!!! every time i read something of yours my mindset about something improves. like suddenly anything is possible
YOU'RE INCREDIBLE!!!! I LOVE YOU LOTS!!!! THANK YOU FOR WRITING 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂
pairing: xdinary heroes x reader || maknae line x reader
genre: slice of life » 1.5k words
✎… drabbles with various romance tropes, banter, slow burn
a.note ! apologies for the delay huhu | soccer player!jooyeon’s debut on joocomics hurray!!!
( hyung line ver. )
OH SEUNGMIN • CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS
🎧 now playing... electric love - børns
Last Saturday of July. Or, as it is written in your calendar - the annual neighborhood block party and the traditional game of tag.
You sprint as fast as you can, your sneakers skidding on the grass; behind you, the chaotic shouts of the people you had grown up with since first grade echo through the dark, a mix of excitement and determination.
Needing a quick hiding spot, you finally decide to duck behind the thick overgrown hydrangea bushes. You plunge into the dark shadows only to collide directly with a solid wall of chest and heat. First, you gasp. Then, a warm, calloused hand clamps gently over your mouth.
“Shh,” the familiar voice whispers right against your ear. “You're going to give us away.”
You relax and pull Seungmin's hand away from your face. “You scared the shit out of me, dummy.” You hiss under your breath.
For so many years now... you’ve been hiding together during neighborhood games, sharing sleeping bags at camp and scraping your knees on the same hot asphalt.
But tonight, something feels different. His touch carries a sharp, strong pull that brings a foreign sort of friction.
The hydrangeas force you inches apart; the space is barely enough for one person. You lean back against the fence, but your foot catches on a root. Instinctively, Seungmin grabs you securely by the waist, steadying you. And he doesn't let go.
Up close, you see how much his jawline has sharpened, it's no longer soft and boyish; the well fitted white tee shows how much his shoulders have broadened over the last two years as his chest rises and falls against yours. It's not just from running - the game just started.
He murmurs your name, his voice making your skin tingle like never before.
“Yeah?” you whisper, your heart suddenly hammering so loud you're terrified he can hear it through your ribs, or... feel it, through his hand pressed against your waist.
“Your...” his eyes drop to your mouth before drtifting back to your eyes. He swallows and then: “I think my bracelet got tangled in the ribbon on your collar.”
He doesn’t move; his hand remains suspended right at the dip of your collarbone, his knuckles hovering just milimeters from your bare skin. Like that, the familiar, comfortable warmth that defines your friendship turns into live electricity. A dizzying wave of whiplash hits you the moment his gaze lowers to your lips one more time, dark and intense.
Is this right... wanting your best friend to lean down, and erase those last few inches and kiss you?
“Found you!” A blinding beam of a flashlight cuts through the leaves, shattering the silence between you and Seungmin. The spell breaks as a triumphant shout erupts from outside the bushes. “You're out! Both of you! Come out, come out.”
HAN HYEONGJUN • THE DARE
🎧 now playing... eyes off you - prettymuch
“Are you insane?” Hyeongjun whispers, his face burning red. “Absolutely not, I'm not doing that. I'll look like a creep.”
“Come on, man,” Jiseok chimes in, “let us help you for once.”
“Just say the words, coward,” Jooyeon tosses a peanut at Hyeongjun's shoulder. “Tell her she's the hottest girl you've ever seen. Easiest fifty bucks you'll ever make.”
“Maybe don't...” Gunil tries to speak up, but Seungmin suddenly starts chanting, lifting his beer bottle in the air:
“This is the summer of Han Hyeongjun, everyone!”
Hyeongjun stands up on shaky legs. He wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans, already regretting every life choice that had led him to this moment. Fifty bucks cash! Jooyeon calls out behind him. You have to say the words!
As he walks across the lawn, the space between his friends and the oak tree feels miles long. He stops just at the edge of the picnic blanket where you and your friend are sat.
You, the prettiest girl he has ever seen, in the prettiest green dress he has ever seen, stop talking mid-sentence to look up, eyes narrowing slightly as you take in his tall, panicked frame.
“Hi,” he breathes, then clears his throat quickly, forcing himself to look down at you. “I'm... I'm really sorry to interrupt your evening, but I just... I had to come over here and tell you that...”
The words come out heavy, entirely ridiculous hanging in the cool evening air. Hyeongjun just wants to sprint back to his apartment and lock the door for a week.
Fuck those fifty bucks.
“I draw sometimes too,” he blurts out.
You blink, your defensive expression shifting into confusion. You glance down at the open sketchbook in your lap where a half-finished sketch of the park's fountain sits.
“What?” you ask quietly, watching him just hover there, his shoulders hitching up to his ears.
“Your... your sketchbook. I just noticed that you're drawing, and not reading, or... scrolling on your phone like everyone else. I'm sorry, that was incredibly awkward. I'll just... go.”
He can see the collective disappointment on his friends' faces once he turns around, but he doesn't care anymore. He’s relieved that he at least chose a normal, human sentence.
And then, just as he's about to take his second step, he hears your melodic voice, the tilt making his heart race faster.
“Wait!”
Not wasting a second, he turns, noticing your friend lean back with an intrigued smile. You shift on the plaid blanket, the sketchbook tilting onto your bare legs as your hair catches the last rays of golden hour light.
“Did you just use that as a pick up line because your friends dared you to get my number, or do you really draw?” you ask, observing his coy face with a newfound curiosity.
“A bit of both,” he answers, letting out a self-depricating laugh. “I'm Hyeongjun.” Though his neck feels hot like he has a fever, his posture visibly relaxes a bit.
“Nice to meet you, Hyeongjun.” You beam with the prettiest smile Han Hyeongjun has ever seen.
LEE JOOYEON • FISH OUT OF WATER
🎧 now playing... nothing really matters - madonna
You press your forehead against the cool glass of the charter bus window, watching the highway blur past. Two rows ahead of you, the starting defensive line is currently screaming at a nintendo switch screen, while across the aisle, the backup goalkeeper is meticulously wrapping his lucky athletic tape around his left shin for the third time this hour, whispering what sounds like a prayer to the gods.
Jesus, you hate soccer.
Footsteps echo down the aisle, cutting through the bass of a Kendrick Lamar track blasting from someone's portable speaker. You look up as Jooyeon slides into the empty seat beside you, a massive grin stretching across his face; he’s dressed in his usual varsity track jacket.
“Comfortable?” he asks, handing you a coffee, then slinging an arm over the top of the headrest.
You slowly close the laptop, giving him a flat, unamused look. “I have never felt more out of my depth in my entire life. Your teammate over there is literally kissing his… shin pads.”
“Hey, don't knock the rituals.” Jooyeon laughs, nudging your shoulder with his. “You look like you're about to write a psychological horror piece instead of a sports article.”
“I really don't know how me getting dragged to this is going to be useful,” you say, gesturing vaguely to the chaotic bus around you. You take a sip, then continue: “People want to know why you crashed a golf cart into the university fountain, Jooyeon, not which Mario Kart character your teammates identify with.”
“But they already know about all of that. That's why I'm in the doghouse,” he points out, a ring of annoyance briefly tilting his voice. “If you just write a boring apology piece, nobody's going to buy it. Nobody’s going to forgive me. But if you show what happens here... how much pressure is not only on me, but all these guys, how hard we work and how we actually function when we aren't being idiots at frat parties... that's a real story.”
Your eyes narrow as you study the relaxed, confident tilt of his head a little more. “You know, I'm aware why you're doing this. You don't care about journalism, and you certainly don't care about the university’s newspaper. You just want me to write a stunning piece so you can get back on the field. And to make the campus girls forget you are a menace.”
Jooyeon's grin falters just for a second, a sudden serious flash crossing his eyes before he masks it. “Is that what you really think of me?”
“I've spent three years watching soccer players on this campus," you stand your ground despite the slight flutter in your chest; all because of the way he holds his gaze on you - like there’s absolutely nothing more important or interesting that could steal his attention right now. “Give me one good reason to think you're any different.”
Jooyeon continues looking at you for a long moment, the rowdy noise of the bus fading into the background between you. Then, a soft, breathy laugh escapes him as he shakes his head, reaching into his duffel bag. “Fair enough,” he murmurs, giving an ending to this conversation. He pulls out a slightly crushed paper bag, holding it out to you. “Blueberry muffin. To prove my dedication to the cause, you know.”
You stare down at the little bag, then up at his ridiculously charming face - at his glinting eyes which you see almost every day now. You let out a defeated sigh and accept the sweet treat, realising with a jolt just how easily he has woven himself into your life.
cut to me pacing back and fourth in my room trying to figure out how many xdh biases i have... OH SEUNGMIN? WITH MY FAVORITE TROPE OF ALL TIME??????? right......totally..... HEAVY on the sharpening of his jawline 😮💨
cut to jun han. so i'm thinking "oh slay this isnt my usual trope and he isn't my usual guy. these are two things that are not usually for me" AND THEN IM BLOWN OUT OF THE WATER WHY IS HE CUTE (he's always cute but shhh) OH MY GOD?????
and soccer player jooyeon? WHAT EVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR I NEED HIM SO CARNALLY I FEEL LIKE A FERAL DOG. the varsity jacket was simultaneously not necessary yet also so important and i might still be on my steve bullshit BUT I LOVE A POPULAR GUY WHO IS MAKING AN EFFORT TO SHOW MORE SIDES OF HIMSELF
literally a masterchef's kiss. gordon ramsay's fucking kiss dude THIS IS AMAZING (and now i'm off to the hyung line 🫡)
summer!steve harrington x gn!reader
wc: 491 || divider by @/saradika-graphics
a/n: this is a repost, sorry <3
It’s one of those mornings where the heat comes on hard and fast, pressing cloyingly against your skin and refusing to abate, even sitting in the shade of the garage with a box fan pointed directly at you.
This, of course, is not a deterrent to Steve, who, like the nymph Clytie, is forever destined to turn his face towards the sun, letting its rays warm his skin to a honeyed bronze and fill him with renewed vigor for life.
So when he announces, on what has to be the hottest morning of the year, that he’s going to spend the morning washing and waxing the truck that sits proudly in the driveway, it’s not a matter of if but when you’ll join him, because god knows you’re never one to miss an opportunity to watch him do something with his hands.
By the time you mosey on out to the garage (approximately five minutes after he slipped out of the house in a backwards cap, an old, white shirt, and criminally short shorts) he already has an old camping chair set up for you like a throne, a can of seltzer covered in condensation in the cup holder, and a fan running at full speed. Carefully arranged, considerate of your comfort, and so entirely like Steve that it warms your chest.
He catches your eye as you settle in the seat, a boyish grin spread across his face, and he asks, “Alright?”
“Yeah,” you say, leaning back and cracking the can open. “Just hanging out.”
He nods and doesn’t comment on what isn’t said as he turns his attention back to the pollen covered truck — something that he’s spent a lot of time complaining about over morning coffee — and drags the hose over, the faucet squealing as he turns it on to fill a soapy bucket, and he gets to work.
You aren’t shocked when, only a few minutes into him climbing into the bed to scrub at the roof, his shirt is completely soaked through with sweat. You’re even less surprised when he grimaces at the wet cotton and peels it from his back, tossing it in your general direction as his sunglasses slip down his nose. The hair not contained by his hat is plastered to his forehead, his ears, his neck, and you observe all of this with what you hope is a detached interest, but you know the truth.
As sweat drips down his chest, traversing through the forest of hair on his chest, tracing down his soft tummy before sinking into his gym shorts, you know.
It doesn’t matter where he goes or what the weather is, you are destined to follow his path the same way Clytie turns her face to track Helios’s path across the sky.
But unlike Clytie, when Steve turns his warm gaze upon you, you have no doubts of whose arms you’ll end up in when the sun finally sets.
Hey there! I hope you're having a good day! I was wondering if you ever wrote a second part to This time last summer? I've been searching your blog frantically for the last 15 minutes and haven't been able to find it.
hi love! oh gosh i did have a pt 2 planned for this time last summer (it's still on my landing page under 'upcoming projects') but haven't visited the draft in a long time! thank you for giving me an excuse to go back and re-read it 🥺 It's got probably my favorite character study of steve I've ever written, so I'll post that bit here. I'm hoping I can come back to it some day and finish it!
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You want to tell him how often you think about leaving Hawkins. Not sometimes—all the time. So much that your bones ache with it. But the thought of vanishing in a big city where no one knows your name is just as terrifying.
You want to tell him how the thought of August sliding into September has started to feel like a countdown. How college isn’t just college, it’s distance. It’s new streets and new people and new lives.
But what scares you the most—lately, more than anything—is the thought of leaving him behind.
Of driving away and watching him shrink in the rearview mirror.
Of coming back someday and finding out that he isn’t here. Or that he still is. You’re not sure which would hurt worse.
But you don’t say any of that.
Like all else, you keep it tucked behind your molars, pressed tight to the roof of your mouth.
You swallow it down, and go back to wiping down the counters.
The store hums around you: buzzy freezer noise and a tinny Top 40 song from the ceiling speaker. Steve usually sings along to it under his breath, always just slightly off-key.
Tonight, not even a tap of his foot.
He still hasn’t looked at you.
Eventually, you can't take it.
“Are you okay?”
His hands pause under the stream. Then they start scrubbing again, harder.
“Yeah. I’m good.”
“No, you’re not.”
He exhales through his nose. Pulls his hat off, runs a hand through his hair, then jams it back over the mess.
Then:
“My dad called today.”
Your hands still over the counter.
He doesn’t say much else. Doesn’t say he yelled again, or he called me a failure, or he didn’t even ask how I was doing—but you’d bet your last paycheck all three are true.
He just adds, barely audibly:
“Said I should be further along by now.”
You glance at his hands, clenched around a scoop so hard his knuckles are white.
“I told him I’m working here. That I’m… trying, you know? Being... I don't know. A responsible adult, I guess.”
Then, for the first time tonight, he looks at you.
Eyes red-rimmed, smile paper-thin.
He lets out a quiet snort, shaking his head.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to get all… whatever.”
You step forward, brow furrowed. “Steve—”
“It’s fine,” he cuts in. “I just… he wanted me to get a real job. Not this. Something with, I don’t know. A tie, probably.”
He laughs under his breath, bitter and weightless. “He said I’m still acting like I did back then.”
Then.
The word hangs there, heavy.
You know what it means.
Then was trophies and hallways lined with crowds. A throne he never asked for and the fall he never planned.
Now is dishwater and sailor hats. It’s dented pride and busted sinks and a silence that feels like confirmation.
You grip the rag tighter, citrus bleach stinging at your nose.
People love to talk about Steve Harrington like they know him.
That he’s hollow. Coasting on charm and good looks.
But they haven’t seen the things you’ve seen.
Steve Harrington isn’t empty. He’s overflowing.
Overflowing with a need to be seen. To be enough.
To be chosen, kept. To matter enough for someone to stay.
Softness. Loyalty. All this love with nowhere to set it down. Arms full, waiting for someone to take just one piece.
But when no one’s ever taught you where your heart goes, when no one’s ever held yours gently, you start thinking maybe it doesn’t belong anywhere.
So it builds. Rises behind his ribs like a silent tide. Swells and crests and tips over, until he’s drowning quietly in places no one’s watching.
And the people who should’ve been watching, never did.
You learned that a few weeks ago.
He was on break, said he needed to make a quick call. You watched from the register as he hunched over the payphone near the Orange Julius, sailor hat crushed in one hand, the other white-knuckled around the receiver. Arm braced over his stomach, shifting his weight like his shoes were full of glass.
He spoke for maybe ten seconds.
Then nothing.
Just stood there, receiver slack in his hand, staring at the dial for what felt like hours before coming back inside.
He didn’t say anything until closing.
Not until you were sat on the curb outside Starcourt, neon lights buzzing overhead.
He told you his parents weren’t coming back for the rest of the summer.
“Extended trip. Business, I guess.”
Turns out, it kind of fucks you up when your dad picks up the phone for the first time in months, only to remind you to collect the mail.
Steve getting out of his pool dripping wet à la Phoebe Cates in Fast Times, in his little red swimming trunks that cling to him in all the right places , the sun hitting his golden skin just right, and then he flashes you that cheeky smile from where you've been ogling him from the sun lounger...busted you've been caught shamelessly eye-fucking your boyfriend 😅
That's it, that's all I wanted to say 😂
FOAMING AT THE MOUTH
he would be such a little shit about this i just knowwww. you think he's major eye candy no matter what but get him by the pool??? wearing tight swim trunks that are borderline indecent??? with water riveting off of him like a god??? sun highlighting all of his stupidly attractive features??? you're a goner
he's showing off in the pool for you. he's making an absolute show of getting out of the water and sauntering over to where you're sizing him up not-so-inconspicuously behind your sunglasses. he's crowding your personal space, water dripping onto your warmed skin and you're opening your mouth to protest but no words come out. and he's all smug like "what baby?? see somethin' you like??"
personally i'm tracing the hem of his red swim trunks and teasing my fingers up his inner thighs and asking earnestly if he wants to go inside for a second to cool off.... or something............
talk to me about steve working summers at family video in his slutty green vest thanks
insert werewolf ripping off shirt meme here
family video steve is PEAK boyfriend to me. i know he was still down bad during this era but i would have cuffed him IMMEDIATELY. most unrealistic thing about stranger things is that steve harrington supposedly didn't pull
ANYWAY. when he would wear those polos with the vest.... mmmmggffffgdsfskn/. he would so weaponize the fuck out of it too. you mention offhandedly ONE TIME that he looks cute in the vest and suddenly he's not as quick to take it off after work anymore. he's heading straight to the couch and lounging around, vest still on, waiting for you to come over to him to help shrug it off his shoulders after kissing him silly
when he leaves for work with that stupid vest on, you're reeling him back in by catching it under the collar of his polo to spin him around and pout against his lips pleaseee don't go. you look so cute in your uniform. why don't you stay home and let me take it offfff. when he comes back, you're pulling him in by the front panels of the vest he leaves unbuttoned (bc he thinks it's too dorky otherwise) and smoooooshing your bodies as closely as possible bc you missed out all day. if you're ever visiting him at work you're smoothing your hands all down the front of his vest claiming it's wrinkly (it definitely is not) and that you're doing him a favor. but you both know the truth...........
in my mind palace he lets you decorate it with pins. some of them are silly, some of them are actually semi-work related with stills from films you've watched together. robin gives him shit for it every time he walks in with a new set of buttons, but steve's just smiling because he gets to wear a little reminder of you on his corporate-required vest all day while you're apart
idk man just got a lil inspired and then a lot carried away thinking about boy next door!steve
ty @morninglesss @cpnsteverogers @tinfoileddd for enabling me
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ຣ boy next door!steve who is a year older than you so you played together as kids but then he got a little more popular than you, esp when he moved up to middle school and you were still in elementary. he’d still tousle your hair when he walked past you to get on the big kid bus at the bus stop, though.
ຣ bnd!steve, who’s always at your family’s stupid barbecues bc you’re neighbors and your parents are friends, but he starts bringing random girls from his grade who act like talking to you is a chore even tho you’re only 1 year younger. he walks them home and comes back to sit with you and your parents at the fire pit even after everyone else has gone home.
ຣ bnd!steve who still invites you to his birthday parties even though his friends think you’re weird (you kind of are, because you are a horse girl).
there’s probably a year where he does this to explicitly be a little mean bc he is a teenage boy.
he’s turning 14, you’re 13, and he the invitation he sends you says that the party starts at 6PM. when you arrive, you’re very obviously late, and he and his other friends snicker a little while steve says, loudly in front of everyone, that the party started at 3, and you live right next door, how could you get it so messed up?
ຣ bnd!steve, who invites you to his family parties from there on out, because he’s known you so long that it just makes more sense for you to celebrate with his cousins than his friends, who don’t understand you or his friendship with you anyway. he pulls you aside and apologizes for the previous year, and even though it’s a whole year late, you just shrug it off. you get him back at your birthday party anyway by making him comply with the theme (still horses, because your mom kind of can’t take a hint that you’ve outgrown that kind of thing).
ຣ goddamn fucking bnd!steve inviting his girlfriend(s) over to his house to go swimming when it’s hot enough (and even when it’s not, because nothing is more conducive to misbehavior than teenagers off from school and home alone while their parents are at work). watching him from the too-hot, still air of your bedroom, your fan barely making a dent in the heat while they splash around in the water. her pushing steve off the diving board, steve splashing her in retribution. her untying her bikini top and tossing it out of the pool, and steve crowding her against the wall of the deep end, his face pressed to her neck while you try and try to just read your honors english assignment you were given to do over break.
ຣ bnd!steve whose bedroom is directly across from yours, and it was never a problem until he was 18 and you were 17 and the day comes when you accidentally see into steve’s room when he brings a girl in there, post-pool antics. after that you always keep your curtains drawn. because you didn’t see anyone’s parts but well, you sure were about to.
ຣ bnd!steve who agrees to go to your prom with you when your mom asks, but you freak OUT about it bc you did NOT want to ask him. you definitely don’t even like him! not like that!
your mom going behind your back to ask steve to your prom for you on your behalf is mortifying. you refuse to let him take you so you do go alone with your friends, but when you leave and need a ride home bc you’re the Only one who went stag, you discover steve was there the whole time in the parking lot waiting, just in case.
ຣ bnd!steve not coming over the day in late summer when you’re leaving for college but just stepping out onto the porch to casually give you a wave as your dad’s car starts driving off with you and all your crap in the backseat. he doesn’t go back inside until your dad turns at the end of the block, and you keep looking out the side window at him until you can’t anymore.
ຣ bnd!steve who, in the only way he can get your attention through the closed window with your curtains drawn, starts shining a flashlight at the side of your house. it’s late, christmas eve, but he knows you’re in your room because he saw the light turn on and then off a few minutes later.
tentatively, you peel the drapes back and see him there, window open, half hanging out of it with the flashlight waving in your face.
you push up the glass pane and lean your hands on the sill.
“what?” you ask, half annoyed and half endeared. you guys haven’t talked much since you started keeping your window all buttoned up.
“just wanted to say merry christmas,” steve calls back, and you soften.
you pause just a beat. “merry christmas,” you say back, and he smiles at you, then nods and waves and you both retreat into your bedrooms.
ຣ bnd!steve who comes thisclose to asking your mom for your school address so he can write you a letter when you head back to college in the spring.
ຣ bnd!steve who never realized or considered he may have had a crush on you until he sees you with some other guy, your boyfriend who comes to visit you over summer break after your freshman year.
it just leads to steve coming to terms with the fact that he may have always considered you a sure thing or “his” because you were always there, always at his beck and call, always around for him. he decides to just take the L because you seem happy with your college bf.
ຣ bnd!steve who overhears you on the phone with your best friend talking about how you wanted to try sex when your boyfriend was there that summer, but it was seriously underwhelming. your bedrooms still face each other after all, it’s not his fault your window is open and the drapes you have handing over your VERY OPEN window don’t do much to smother the sound of your voice, which maybe he’s been attuned to for longer than he realizes.
and steve goes from “i shouldn’t be listening to this” to “what an asshole” to “i can do BETTER” to “wait i shouldn’t be thinking that”
because you’re telling your girlfriend about how he made you feel really comfortable and excited and then once he got on top of you, he just turned into this selfish lump of a guy who only got himself off, asked “you finished too, right?” and then when you told him no, just barely fingered you and you had just told him you came because it was so pathetically bad that you didn’t even want to anymore.
ຣ bnd!steve seeing you out by the fire pit alone toasting a marshmallow on the hazy early august evening, that’s basically burnt to a crisp bc you’re zoned out bc your bf just dumped you. over the phone. because you didn’t want to sleep with him anymore. (he’d been visiting for a week! how did he expect to have sex in your parents’ house without getting caught? yes, he overheard that conversation too.)
ຣ bnd!steve meandering over into your backyard like it isn’t past midnight and sitting next to you without saying a word. just staying silent as you murmur a shaky “hey” and just finally toss the stupid marshmallow and stick into the fire and ask what he’s doing there, it’s late.
“looked like you could use an old friend, maybe” is the answer he gives you, and when you just huff he starts to tell you a story about a time you forgot: when he was 8 and you were 7 and he caught a frog in his yard. how it wriggled out of his hold and escaped into your yard. how you captured it again and handed it to him through the hole in the fence and ever since then he’s owed you, and so he’s finally paying you back.
like he didn’t embarrass himself at your horse-themed birthday party.
like he didn’t show up to your prom even though you didn’t want him to.
like he didn’t stop bringing girls over to his room once he realized that was probably why you’d started to keep your curtains firmly closed.
and this frog story. it’s really stupid and doesn’t help but it does remind you of all the history you have with him and when you get up from your lawn chair after a few minutes of contemplative silence and move it closer to his, he just lets you hold his hand and watch the fire until it burns down to embers.
you’re half asleep on his shoulder, his face buried in your hair until you sit up and look at him in the moonlight. he squeezes your hand but doesn’t move, because as much as he wants it he doesn’t expect anything.
nor should he. you’ve been his girl forever, but never really his girl.
ຣ bnd!steve’s breath catching in his throat when you tip your chin up and kiss him. soft, featherlight.
ຣ bnd!steve kissing you easy and slow by the smoldering fire, the stick you were using to try and roast your marshmallow little more than ash now. the bag of the rest of them is still off to the side somewhere, forgotten—tomorrow, your mother will ask how you forgot an entire bag of marshmallows outside, all stuck together, partially melted from the dew and then the sun beaming down on them in the heat of late summer, and you’ll have to lie and tell her you were just tired.
because you are. you stay outside with steve until the sun starts coming up over the horizon, the deep blue sky turning pink and then white right before the blue lightens.
he tugs you closer by your hoodie pouch, hands curling into it as he guides you from your lawn chair to his, settling you onto his lap. it isn’t too much. it isn’t an attempt to seduce you or entice you or anything. he just tucks his hands into your pocket and when yours join them in there, you lace your fingers with his as you straddle him, and he doesn’t let you move close, instead keeping the distance between you even as you let him kiss you over and over, everywhere he can reach.
“it’s—weird?” he asked you.
“no,” you say. “is it?”
“maybe,” he answers, and you laugh together, silencing him with a kiss because your parents’ bedroom window is open and they have no idea you’re outside, much less outside with a boy.
“we stayed up all night,” you tell him, unnecessarily.
“duty called,” steve says.
“i’m your duty now?” you ask.
but he only smiles, to himself, you think. “something like that.”
ຣ bnd!steve waiting on his back deck until he sees your curtains flick to the side, your face peeking out of the darkness down at him. you wave, he waves, and then he disappears through the sliding glass door. what he doesn’t expect, what you didn’t make a conscious decision to even do, is when he looks out his window at yours, you’re still standing there, peeking around the the jamb with your curtains pulled open for the first time in months. and even though he’s startled at your presence, you share a secret little smile before you both turn in for the night. well, morning.
because he’s been your boy forever, but never really your boy.
THE CONCEPT OF "i thought she was mine cuz she was always there" NOT BEING IMMEDIATELY CONVENIENTLY REWARDED LITERALLY CHEFS KISS OH MY GOD AMAZING AMAZING
welcome to pelican town! | stardew valley farmer!steve
when steve’s grandfather died, steve hadn’t been expecting a lot. a watch maybe or some of his old suit jackets. the very last thing steve had been expecting was to inherit a whole damn farm.
and sure, the farm needed a lot of work and sure—mayor lewis was a little annoying but steve was looking forward to a challenge and a distraction from all that had happened in hawkins.
on his fourth day after moving onto the farm and into what could only be described as a glorified shed, he went to pierre’s general store to buy more parsnip seeds. he had decided to start simple despite knowing cauliflower’s would probably sell for a lot more, steve just wanted an easy first harvest. he also still didn’t really have any idea what he was doing.
“are you the new farmer?”
steve nearly drops all of the packets of parsnip seeds he had been holding.
“shit! yeah, i’m steve—”
he turns to greet whoever it was who had scared the life out of him but he’s a little lost for words when he sees you. because you were so damn pretty.
“steve,” you repeat with a kind smile before you tell him your name. “it’s good to meet you steve. welcome to pelican town.”
steve smiles back at you, something funny happening in his gut when he thought about how much he liked your name and your smile.
“happy to be here,” steve says and now that he met you—he meant it.
please tell me more abt knight!steve..... #intrigued
knight!steve is like this…
when steve was little, his father wanted him to be something great. always felt like he was a failure, even when he was still in the single digits. so his father (who is already of high status and wealthy) sends him to go live with another high-status family to train as a paige (which steve really fucking hates). when he’s in his early teens, he’s sent off to be a squire at the castle, and is assigned to study under hopper, who really helps steve excel. steve hates ‘serving’ under anyone, but he’s quick to learn everything he needs to know. he’s well known on the castle grounds as a young man with so much promise even before he’s knighted.
of course, this means growing up alongside princess!reader, where he falls in love HARD. like, falls off his horse the first time he lays eyes on you walking through your own little garden. you’re on his mind often, and he tries showing off for you, which means you’ve seen him get his ass kicked in jousting and practice combat until he gets really good at it. knight!steve is a natural at being a knight, but this is still something that was forced upon him. he just wants to make his father proud, and now he wants to impress you. protect you. know you.
he’s knighted when he’s 21 by princess!reader, who smiles down at him in an endearing, adoring kind of way. you linger to talk to him at the celebration afterwards, and he tries not to get too egotistical about your attention. he goes to bed that night with rosy cheeks, his lips sore from smiling.
you notice him more now as a young man. and you certainly notice the way that his shoulders sulk after he’s knighted. how he has this disconnected air of loneliness to him. you learn from your best friend robin — who is such a gossip — that his father was still, somehow, not exactly proud of steve, despite the fact that he’s been knighted and promoted to high status, virtually a legend in the kingdom. it breaks your heart, this beautiful boy that seems so serious, so eager to throw himself at things, to be the best he can be.
steve gets over it quickly, though. especially when your father (the king) and hopper (still his mentor) treat him like their own. and especially when he makes friends with robin. their friendship brings you closer to him, and you slowly but surely start to fall for him. how could you not? when he picks wildflowers for you and accompanies you on late-night walks with his hand on his sword the entire time, as if he’d tear the entire world apart before letting anything hurt you. when he’s always offering to keep watch in your corridors at night to protect you, when he really just wants to be close to you. when he does everything in his power to make you laugh, even if it’s at his own expense <3
Summary: You and Steve accidentally spend an entire party hiding in the kitchen together, making fun of strangers, stealing food from the fridge, and slowly realising neither of you wants to be anywhere else.
Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI, no use of y/n, fluff, mild yearning, friends to lovers vibes, making out (lmk if i missed anything)
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Right now, you couldn't recall why you decided to come to this party in the first place, even if your life depended on it.
By ten-thirty, somebody has already thrown up in the upstairs bathroom.
Not discreetly, either.
There’s a line outside the door, somebody arguing over whose turn it is to hold a girl’s hair back, and music rattling hard enough through the walls that the cabinets hum faintly every time the bass kicks in.
You abandon the living room right after witnessing a guy attempt to open a beer bottle with his teeth.
The kitchen is quieter.
Not quiet exactly. Just survivable.
And Steve Harrington is standing in front of the open fridge eating slices of ham directly out of the packet.
He looks up as you walk in.
There’s a beat of silence.
Then, “Oh thank god,” he says immediately. “A normal person.”
You burst out laughing.
Steve points the slice of ham at you accusingly. “Don’t laugh. You’re the only person here not currently trying to impress somebody.”
“That’s because I gave up fifteen minutes ago.”
“Smart.”
He shuts the fridge with his hip before wandering toward the counter, still chewing lazily. His sleeves are pushed messily to his elbows already, hair slightly damp from summer heat and too many people packed into one house.
“You hiding in here?” you ask.
Steve glances vaguely around the kitchen. “Yeah, pretty much.”
“Same.”
“Cool.”
Neither of you leaves.
The kitchen becomes your spot after that. At first, it’s just somewhere quieter to stand while you both recover socially. People drift in and out constantly around you, grabbing drinks or ice or more alcohol before disappearing back toward the noise again, but neither of you really moves from where you started.
Steve ends up sitting on the counter at some point while you lean against the opposite side nursing the same drink for nearly half an hour.
“Okay,” he says eventually, nodding toward the living room doorway. “Red shirt guy.”
You glance over. “What about him?”
“He’s told that story three separate times.”
You snort immediately. “No he hasn’t.”
“He absolutely has.” Steve points vaguely with his beer bottle. “Watch. He’s about to mention the fishing trip.”
Right on cue, “-and then the fish snapped the whole line-”
You stare at Steve in disbelief while he looks unbearably smug about the whole thing.
“Oh my god.”
“Thank you.”
“You’ve been monitoring him?”
“There’s nothing else to do here.”
You laugh again, softer this time, and Steve grins automatically at the sound.
God.
He’s unfairly charming when he’s relaxed like this. Not performing or trying too hard. Just warm and funny and slightly bitchy in a way you’re beginning to enjoy far too much.
Another group pushes noisily into the kitchen a few minutes later. One girl opens the freezer and immediately shrieks.
“There’s literally no vodka left!”
Steve mutters under his breath, “Tragic.”
Your shoulders shake violently trying not to laugh while the girl slams the freezer shut dramatically before storming back out.
The second she disappears, both of you completely lose it.
“You’re awful,” you laugh.
“She was acting like somebody died.”
“She looked genuinely devastated.”
Steve wipes at his eyes dramatically. “Thoughts and prayers.”
An hour later, both of you are sitting cross-legged on the kitchen floor eating tortilla chips from the bag. Neither of you remembers how this happened exactly.
The party’s louder now. Hotter too. Music vibrates faintly through the cabinet doors behind you while somebody somewhere nearby yells along badly to the chorus currently playing.
Steve nudges your knee with his. “That guy’s been trying to flirt with Robin for like forty minutes.”
You glance toward the hallway. “Oh my god. The guy in the leather jacket?”
“Yeah.”
“He keeps leaning against walls weirdly.”
Steve demonstrates immediately, slouching sideways against the cabinet beside him with an expression so aggressively serious you nearly choke laughing.
“That is EXACTLY what he looks like.”
“I know.”
“He thinks he’s being smooth.”
“He looks like he’s trying to sell her cologne in a department store.”
You laugh hard enough that your shoulder knocks against Steve’s accidentally, but neither of you moves away afterwards. In fact, Steve sort of… stays there. Your shoulders still touch lightly while he steals another chip from the bag in your lap.
Interesting.
You become increasingly aware throughout the evening that Steve Harrington is a very tactile person. Just casually. His knee bumps yours when he laughs, his hand lands absentmindedly on your ankle while reaching past you for his drink, and at one point, he brushes crumbs off your shirt without even thinking about it.
Like touching you has already become instinctive somehow.
The thing is that you don’t think he even notices he’s doing it.
You definitely notice, though.
Especially when he laughs at something you say and grabs your knee automatically. Especially because his hand stays there a second too long afterwards.
“Okay,” Steve says seriously two beers later. “Worst song ever written.”
You gasp. “That’s impossible.”
“It’s not.”
“It absolutely is.”
Steve points at you dramatically. “Everybody says that until they hear the right answer.”
“Go on then.”
Steve thinks hard for a second before answering, “We built this city.”
You stare at him. “You’re insane.”
“That song sucks!”
“It’s fun!”
“It's so... much.”
You blink. “…what does that even mean?”
“It sounds like a cigarette commercial.”
You laugh so suddenly you nearly spill your drink, and Steve immediately starts laughing too despite himself, head tipping briefly back against the cabinets.
Warm kitchen light catches against his throat when he laughs like that.
You suddenly become very aware that Steve Harrington is pretty.
Annoyingly pretty.
You’re still looking at him when his eyes flick back toward yours again. Something shifts slightly.
Steve’s smile softens around the edges. “What?”
You blink once. “Nothing.”
“You’re staring at me.”
“You were making a weird face.”
“That’s so mean.”
You grin slightly into your drink while Steve keeps looking at you for another second anyway.
Then Robin walks into the kitchen.
She stops dead instantly, eyes flicking between both of you sitting shoulder-to-shoulder on the floor before narrowing suspiciously.
“Oh my god.”
Steve frowns. “What?”
“You’re gazing at each other.”
Both of you answer at the exact same time.
“We’re not.”
Robin looks deeply unconvinced. “You’re literally sitting on the kitchen floor alone together at a party.”
Steve gestures vaguely around. “We’re people-watching.”
“You’re flirting.”
“We are not.”
Robin stares at him flatly for a second before saying, “Steve, your hand is on her thigh.”
Silence.
Steve looks down immediately.
His hand is, in fact, resting warm and casual against your thigh. Neither of you has any idea how long it’s been there.
“Oh.”
Robin makes a deeply satisfied noise.
“Oh my god,” Steve mutters weakly while you try very hard not to laugh.
Robin points between both of you accusingly. “I’m leaving. But when you inevitably make out in here later, I want credit for being right.”
Then she disappears back into the party before either of you can answer.
Silence settles briefly afterwards.
Steve still hasn’t moved his hand.
“That’s embarrassing,” he mutters eventually.
“A little.”
“I genuinely didn’t notice.”
“I know.”
Steve glances toward you carefully then. “…should I move it?”
Your stomach flips unexpectedly.
You look down at his hand against your thigh before shrugging lightly. “I mean… you don’t have to.”
Steve goes quiet for a second.
Then, very slowly, “Oh.”
And suddenly the kitchen feels warmer than it did before.
The party starts thinning out sometime after 1 a.m. People leave in noisy groups while others pass out upstairs or drape themselves dramatically across living room furniture.
You and Steve stay exactly where you are.
At some point he ends up leaning back fully against the cabinets beside you, one knee bent lazily while your shoulder stays pressed against his.
“You know,” he says eventually, voice quieter now, “this is the longest I’ve willingly stayed at a party in like… years.”
“Yeah?”
Steve hums softly. “You’re distracting.”
The words land gently between you. Not jokey. Not entirely serious either. Just honest enough to make your chest tighten slightly.
Outside, crickets hum loudly through the open kitchen window while warm summer air drifts through the screen. The kitchen feels strangely separate from the rest of the party now. Smaller somehow. Quieter. Like the night narrowed slowly down to just this.
Steve looks tired suddenly. Not in a bad way. Just softened around the edges by the late hour and warm air and beer and laughing too much.
You realise, with startling clarity, that you could stay here talking to him until sunrise and not get bored once.
Steve’s gaze drops briefly toward your mouth before lifting back to your eyes again, careful, like he’s checking whether he imagined that thought passing across your face too.
“You know,” he says quietly, “I think this is the first actual conversation we’ve ever had.”
“That’s probably concerning.”
“A little.”
“And yet here you are.”
Steve smiles faintly. “Yeah.”
Neither of you moves.
The silence stretches.
Then, softly, “Can I kiss you?”
You nod before you can think too hard about it.
Steve kisses you carefully at first, like he’s still figuring you out. Warm mouth, slow hands, the faint taste of beer and salt from stolen tortilla chips lingering between you. One of his hands slides lightly against your jaw while the other braces against the floor beside your knee.
You kiss him back and feel the exact moment he relaxes into it.
The second kiss is different. Still soft. Just less careful now.
Steve exhales quietly against your mouth like something inside him has unclenched.
When you finally pull apart, neither of you moves very far. His forehead brushes yours briefly before he lets out a quiet laugh under his breath.
“You know what’s really embarrassing?”
“What?”
“I think this might actually be the best party I've ever been to.”
Your chest tightens unexpectedly.
You smile slightly anyway. “That is embarrassing.”
“I know.”
But he’s smiling too when he says it.
Outside the kitchen, the party keeps going without you.
Neither of you seems particularly interested in rejoining it.
