Lokius Mornings

- one in the same -

pairing: tasm!peter parker x gn!reader

word count: 3.2k

content: nwh spoiler free, reader doesn't know peter is spiderman, jealous peter on the low, swearing, reader has panic attack, reader falls, bitches are so ATTRACTED to each other damn, no angst (kinda), im rusty at writing im sorry

summary: spiderman visits you everyday and listens to you talk about your massive crush on an unnamed boy, completely oblivious to the fact he and the boy are one in the same.

a/n: yes I'm jumping on this bandwagon I did what needed to be done. jk im just happy I have an andrew character besides remus to write for now since you couldn't pay me to write eduardo ff ok bye AND THANKS TO USER @aksuallyours FOR HELPING SM WITH THIs

Peter's gloved finger hovered for a moment over your window. It happened every night, his finger would grow tense, his heart would begin to pound in his throat. The time between him raising his finger and finally bringing it down to tap on the glass stretched eternities until eventually, the bubbling in his chest would overflow, and in a burst of energy… it would land swift and sharp on your window.

Once. Twice. Three times.

The window was opening and the warm air was hitting his face faster than it took him to build up the courage to wake you.

Grinning and obviously tired, there you were. Hair slightly messy, light haloing your body, you whispered, “Hi.”

He was thankful for the mask.

“Hi,” he replied breathily, “what's up with you?”

And thus started your usual routine. You, of course, would respond with, “Do you actually want to know or are you just asking to ask?”

And then would come his response, usually some form of “I actually want to know” or “What do you think?” Sometimes, he would even just sit there in silence, waiting for you to start your rambling.

You’re the only person he could really do this with. It was never dull, never once did he wish he was somewhere else, even the repeated topics felt new each time.

He hung on every word you said, every syllable you uttered. Every thought was woven together like an intricate dance and the more time he spent up here with you, the more he memorized.

The way your hands would begin to fidget when you talked about school, or how you would begin pacing as you talked about your newest obsession, or how your eyes would glow whenever you talked about the boy.

The boy. The boy that your life honestly revolved around. You never mentioned him by name, you of course knew that the “Spider-man” was in high school, so he was just referred to as The Boy. The Boy that goes to your school. The Boy in your chem class. The Boy that your eyes are locked on from the first bell to the last. You rarely even talked about the things he did. You were very careful about that. But despite all of your precautions, you never shut up about him.

Today, after about a 15 minute debrief of the last movie you watched, the topic turned to The Boy.

“This last week… Spidey I don't think I can begin to describe it to you. Somebody put something in his water, he was so attractive. There is something in this boy's veins. He is like,,, unreal,” you put your head in your hands, “I just like… don't even know how to go about my feelings for him. Every time I talk to him it feels like I’ve literally gone into a dream. As fucking corny as it sounds it’s literally surreal.”

A silence hung in the room.

“I think I’m in love with him.”

This is the first time you’ve ever said anything this bold, that huge. You had spent hours gushing to him about this boy but he had managed to let it wash off of him. Let himself imagine that you were talking about him, that you wanted him. The knot in Peter's chest grew so tight, he thought it would snap.

You were his best friend. He was sure he was in love with you. But here you were, in front of him, fully confessing your love for somebody else.

“I just get this almost static feeling through my whole body when I look at him or when I talk to him. I think if I don’t do something, I’ll implode or some shit. Plus, to put it bluntly, hes is so hot there is no way he’s not gonna get swept up by some other person.”

You mirrored all of his feelings for you.

Quietly, he said, “You should do something then.”

“WOW!” your tone changed fast. “I never thought of that. That is such great advice. Wow, I’m so happy that we have a genius like you running the city. We are so lucky.”

Peter was thankful for the change of mood as he gently swatted at you from his place on the window sill.

Through giggles, while desperately still trying to change his voice enough, he replied, “Literally what else was I supposed to say?”

You flopped, back first, onto your bed and sighed, “I don’t know. I just know I want him”

He wished his suit had some sort of image capturing software.

Light cascaded gently down your face, illuminating each dip and curve. It framed the bridge of your nose, wound its way around the curve of your lips, reflected off of your open eyes. Your chest softly rose and fell, bare skin brushed by the faint glow, body finally relaxing. An expression had fallen onto your face, almost… longing. You laid before him, blanketed in light, almost heavenly. Every curve and edge and line he wanted, he needed. It was unbearable.

He longed for his camera. A chance to capture this image. Anything at all. He would’ve literally taken fucking crayons and drawn it if he could.

But he just sat there, until he couldn’t do it anymore.

“Y/n?” he said, waking you from your thoughts. “I’ve gotta go.” Every inch of his body rejected the thought of leaving, but he knew his self-control wasn’t strong enough. The beating in his heart had begun to grow stronger.

“When will you be back?” you asked, raising yourself up to your elbows.

“Soon I hope.”

Humming in response, you flashed him a grin, and then he was gone.

-----

“Peter! Hi, hi, hi, hi!” Your voice snapped him from his homework as you sat down on the ground next to him, slinging your backpack off.

“Hi,” he smiled at you, “I got food by the way.” Unzipping his backpack, he pulled out two boxes of takeout. He skipped 4th period so he thought he would swing by and grab you food, his treat.

“You are a God-send. I owe you my… left arm or something,” you said gratefully, snatching the box.

Digging into his own food, he replied, “Thought it would make up for the movie tickets you bought.”

You scoffed, “Nothing could make up for those movie tickets. I spent $10 dollars so you could have the best movie experience of your life and you think buying me take-out can equal that?”

“Ut wus not tat g-od”

“I don’t listen to the opinion of people that talk with their mouth full,” you deadpanned, dramatically putting your hand up and turning away. Peter finished his bite and smiled to himself a bit.

Sun was perfectly filtering through the trees and a slight breeze shifted through the air, rippling your shirt gently. Lunches were more bearable with you. Sitting on the courtyard ground, sharing food, listening to music. A lot of the time it would just end up like this, quiet but comfortable, shoulders inches apart, breathing practically synced.

After a bit of silence, you spoke up, “Ok so. I got invited to some birthday party thing on Friday and I literally know like… nobody. But I wanna go. But fuck that. So you know, do you uh wanna go with me? I cannot go alone. I just can’t.”

A bubbling rose in Peter’s heart. “Of course, I’ll go. Nobody invites me to that kinda shit anyways.”

-----

You and Peter found yourselves in some random corner on the top floor of the house, music streaming through the floor. Your body was faintly dancing and you were intently listening to Peter ramble on about this idea he had for a set of pictures.

The party had been generally boring. It was clear that neither of you were really feeling it in the slightest and so the two of you made your way away from the crowd of people downstairs to the second floor. It was nice, peaceful.

Dim light had settled over the two of you. Your face was lit by the faint glow and Peter was painfully reminded of you lying on your bed the other night.

The light bounced and framed your features in the same way. The light made Peter feel the same way he did that night. Uncontrollable.

“Peter?” you questioned, snapping him out of his revorie, “You were saying?”

“Oh, yeah I um think that-” but before he could finish his sentence, the entire house began to shake.

Shock traveled up Peter's spine, electrifying his bones in a sort of panic. His eyes darted to the shaking chandelier and adrenaline began to course to his head.

You grabbed his arm.

The shake was deep. Too strong to be a natural occurrence. Peter could tell.

Picture frames began shaking off the wall and he could hear glass breaking below him. Screaming. Peter could hear a lot of screaming, too.

“Y/n, go downstairs. I need you to go downstairs.” The underlying desperation he had seeped through into his tone. “Go.”

Hesitantly, you removed your hand from his bicep and looked at him with the strangest expression.

“And you?”

“Just go.”

Debri began to fall from the ceiling as you rushed down the hall, trying desperately to keep balanced. He kept his eyes fixed on you for as long as he could before the lights went out, washing Peter in darkness. He just had to trust that you would make it down.

Slipping into a random room, using shaking hands he pulled off his jacket and his pants off to reveal the blue and red pattern of his suit. He discarded his clothes and slipped on his mask.

More and more of the house was becoming destroyed. When he stepped out from his cover the walls that had once been protecting you and Peter had been half disintegrated. His head spun, dizziness and vertigo blinding him briefly as he looked down.

Standing below him, washed in the twilight, was The Lizard.

Rubble surrounded it’s scaled feet. It’s usual smirk was plastered on its face.

The front half of the house had been practically reduced to dust. Clumps of people cowered in corners and he could see many of them had managed to run off, sprinting down the unlit streets. Neighbors had stepped outside to see what was going on. Kids were on the phone with their parents. People were crying, people were frozen in fear.

Latching onto a surviving pillar, Peter swung himself over the crowd.

“Spiderman,” the low and droning voice of the Lizard boomed throughout the street, “Happy to see you here.”

“You won't be too happy for long.”

The crowd shrieked in unison as The Lizard’s clawed hand shot out to swipe at Peter. Peter’s quick reflexes saved him, just narrowly avoiding the cut by swinging away.

At this point, these fights were formulaic to Peter. Adrenaline would course through his veins and his vision barely had time to keep up with his actions, but most of the time it consisted of the same thing. He had gotten good at this. He flew over the crowd, dodged and weaved away from The Lizard, landed a few hits, same as usual. The claws caught him a couple times, but he was moving too fast for the pain to catch him.

That wasn’t to say it wasn’t tiring though. His powers gave him more endurance but it wasn’t endless.

He fought for a long time.

He could feel the fatigue creeping up his body as he swung around what was left of the house. His reflexes were taking longer, his punches less accurate. If it didn’t stop soon, he was afraid his body would completely give out.

The Lizard had been fighting well, better than last time. Peter eyed its hands as they reached down and locked around a large piece of debri. He knew what was coming next. As the lizard picked it up, Peter readied his web shooters, praying he would have enough strength to stop the debri from causing more destruction.

But just as the Lizard raised his arm and readied to throw the piece, it paused. Its eyes widened slightly, darting around rapidly.

Peter soon understood the reason behind the pause and it came in the form of sirens.

About fucking time.

His eyes left The Lizard to search for the blue and red lights that were bound to be in the distance, and there they were, winding down the road.

When Peter returned his eyes to the Lizard, it was gone.

He finally let himself survey the scene around him. Part of the house was still standing. It looked sort of like a dollhouse. All rooms exposed, one wall missing from each, the moon the only light source. Many of the people that had been there before the fight had run off, understandably so, and the people that remained stayed in little huddles consoling each other.

Police cars had pulled up to the house, sirens still blasting. The red and blue light that shone from the cars washed everybody in an almost unreal filter, illuminating the damage done. The scene before him was grim but a sigh of relief pushed from his lips at the general safety of everybody.

Peter quickly moved into a shadow and prayed that the dirt and dust that covered his suit from the fight would give him enough camouflage so he could finally let his mind turn to what he had been dying to focus on. You.

His eyes scanned the crowd desperately, searching for a glimpse of you. Just a sign that you were ok, that you made it down safely, that you hadn’t been hurt. The longer he looked, the more panicked he became.

It wasn’t until he let his eyes roam up, that he saw you.

You were on the second floor, the only one there. Frantically, you were walking around, being careful as to where you were stepping. He could see your chest rising and falling at a dangerous speed. But you weren’t walking to try and find a spot to get down, he realized after watching you long enough.

You were looking for something.

Your head was darting around, eyes scanning each room and the crowd below you. You were saying something, shouting a name, but the sirens were far too loud for him to hear.

He needed to get you down. Cursing the police for making him stay hidden, he began to search for some sort of ladder, anything he could use. Peter considered going to find clothes to put over the suit and then get you down in a normal, human way. Maybe there was enough going on that he could still do it as spiderman. Maybe, he doesnt care and will decide to just run from the police once you’re safe, he's done it before.

A crash drew Peter from his thoughts.

He knew you were falling before he saw it.

He knew it was the floor you were on. He knew you were the only person on the higher level.

Peter’s vision tunneled, he didn’t see the people he was shoving to the side, he didn’t hear the yelps and crashes as they fell into the rubble, and he probably wouldn’t have cared if he did. All of his thoughts were focused on the fall. He had never moved so fast in his life.

He had no clue how long it would take you to hit the ground. He didn’t want to know.

Webs shot out of his wrists and lodged themselves to the door. You had to be falling into this room. You had to. Pulling on the web, the door ripped off its hinges and Peter instantly shot another web to the furthest part of the ceiling of the room.

Clinging to this, he swung himself into the room, and before he could even visually register it, you were in his arms.

Pulsing adrenalin and the most extreme relief Peter had felt in ages rushed through his body, still blocking out any sound.

You were in his arms. You were safe. You were alive.

But as he looked longer he realized you were yelling. Still frantic. Tears left lines in the ash that had fallen on your face.

Finally, his hearing allowed him to understand what you were saying.

“He’s here. And. I can’t, I can’t find him. I can’t find him.” Your breathing was frenzied. You could barely get cohesive sentences out.

“Who's here?” Peter asked, carefully resting his hands on your shaking shoulders.

“The Boy. He’s here. But he’s gone. He’s gone. I don’t know what to do. I need you – To help.”

The boy was here. That’s who you had been looking for. But now he was nowhere to be found.

It took everything in him to put aside his own biases. It wasn’t about him. It wasn’t about the boy. It was about you.

“Y/n, what’s his name?”

You were too panicked, your breaths were getting shallower, your body getting shakier. “I need to find him. I can’t go on without him –He’s gone– He’s gone and I need him.” You couldn’t register what he was asking.

“Y/n. I need to know his name.” He was louder this time, more forceful. He gripped your arms stronger.

You couldn’t even look at him, your eyes were darting rapidly around the room. Tears coated your face and hysterical sobs were falling from your lips.

“Y/n,” he was begging now, shaking you, “What’s his fucking name??”

You took a huge gulp of air.

“PETER PARKER. His name is Peter Parker and I can’t fucking find him anywhere.”

Peter’s arms went slack.

His eyes left your face for the first time since he caught you and he stared at the destroyed room the two of you were standing in the middle of. Rubble lined both your and Peter’s feet. The dust had fallen onto your hair. It was just the two of you.

Peter Parker was the boy. He was Peter Parker. He was the boy. The boy you had gushed over for months to him almost every night.

His shaking hand found the neck of his suit, and as carefully as he could, he pulled off his mask.

Your confused expression got even deeper as your eyes darted across his face, taking him in.

“No.” you shook your head. “No. Fuck this. No you’re fucking with me.” You pushed against his chest, “I don’t— you can’t be.”

Cheeks flushing and skin still burning from your touch, Peter blurted the first thing that came into his mind as he looked at you.

“I love you.”

Your jaw slacked.

“I need you to know. I can’t hide how much I want you any longer. And I know that after all of this you probably don’t feel the same way but-”

“Shut up.” And your lips were on his.

Without a thought, Peter kissed you back. Slowly, you drank each other up, molding to one another, hands roaming, bodies crushed together. It was a release.

Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair, his lips grazed your jaw. Peter’s hands pulled you closer to him, unable to bear the thought of not being able to hold you.

His body ached for you.

His heart pounded in his chest. It pushed against his ribcage rhythmically, so powerful a bone might snap. He was sure you could feel it; he hoped you did. You needed to feel how his heart beat for you. How his body reacted to you.

He needed to prove it to you. He needed you to understand the effect you had on him.

You needed to believe that he loved you. Because he did.

What John B Doesn't Know

JJ Maybank x reader

Trigger warnings: unprotected sex in a hot tub

Summary: You and JJ have some fun behind your brother's back. What John B doesn't know won't hurt him, right?

JJ and I were the only ones left in the hot tub by the end of the night. He sat directly across from me, eyeing me up and down as I watched my brother disappear into the chateau. I could have sworn he didn’t have a care in the world, almost silenting begging for us to be caught. Not even waiting a full 2 seconds before demanding for me. 

“Come here,” He motioned me over to him, grabbing my hips when I was close enough and pulling me into his lap. “I thought he’d never leave.” He growled before grabbing the back of my neck and smashing his lips to mine. He wasted no time, sliding his hands back down to my hips to slowly roll me over his hardening length in his swim trunks. 

“JJ,” I groaned before pulling away from his kiss. He chased my lips and slipped his finger into the front of my bikini bottoms. I had to silence my gasp as he traced circles onto my clit. “We can’t do this here.” I spit out through moans. 

“Come on baby, no one can see us out here.” He insisted as his lips fell to my neck. “We haven’t had sex in so long.” 

“You literally bent me over the couch this morning.” 

“Exactly my point, princess. Far too fucking long.” He growled before sinking his teeth into the sweet spot on my neck. His fingers slid further down, teasing my aching entrance and I whined.

“We’ll get caught!” I whisper shouted and tried to pull away but he used his free hand to grab me by the back of my hair. 

“Oh, what’s the matter princess? Don’t want John B to see what a little whore you are for his best friend?” He speaks too loudly as he slips a finger inside me and a cling to his shoulders for a sense of stability. “Don’t want him to see how good I fuck his baby sister?” I gasp when he starts pumping his finger in and out at an unrelenting pace. My hands claw down his back when my head falls into the crook of his neck. He hisses when my fingernails dig in a little too deep and curls his fingers upwards, leaving me powerless. “How your eyes roll to the back of your head when I make you cum.” My moans are muffled against his skin when he adds another finger, grinning at how easily I fall apart for him. 

“We have to make this quick.” I plead and he’s quick to pull his fingers from me, lifting me up enough to pull his shorts down and tears the ties to my bottoms. He rips the fabric from me before throwing it across the tub. He quickly angles us both, and we sigh in relief as I sink down on his length. He grasps my hips harshly, thrusting up into me with purpose and I bite my bottom lip to stifle the moans falling from my mouth. 

“So fucking pretty when you’re on my cock, baby.” He praises as I lift up and down, doing my best to meet his thrusts. I was determined to cum fast. We were not getting caught. I was so worked up already, nearly on the verge when he bit down hard on my shoulder. That was gonna leave a fucking mark. I hissed in pain as I yanked the back of his hair back. His growl had me clenching around him in seconds. “That's it, baby! Fuck!.” He panted as I came and continued thrusting up into me as I rode out my high. 

He took me by surprise when he pulled me off of him and quickly spun me around, bending me over the edge of the tub before slamming back into me from behind. I let out a loud shriek and he clamped his hand over my mouth. The water was spilling over the edges of the tub with every violent thrust and my knees felt like they were gonna buckle as he hit my spot head on. My knuckles were turning white with my grip on the edge of the tub as JJ’s breathing intensified behind me. I always could tell when he was close. I came around him again and it was in that moment of euphoria that I realized that he wasn’t wearing a condom. 

“JJ!” I tried to warn him but it was inaudible as he pressed his hand harder over my mouth. I felt his cock start to twitch and seconds later he was coating my insides with his seed. But he refused to stop. He kept fucking his cum deeper and deeper into my pussy as I winced from the overstimulation. I pried his hand away from his mouth before turning back with a glare. 

“You’re gonna get me fucking pregnant and my brother is gonna kill you.” I spit out and he just smirks. 

“I hope I do baby. Big brother can’t keep us apart then, can he?” I scoff as I ponder on whether or not that was his true intention. He finally comes to a stop, placing a kiss on the back of my shoulder before pulling out. He fishes out my bikini bottoms for me, helping me put them back on before pulling me into his arms. “You know I love you right?” 

“I love you too dumbass, now let’s get inside before he sees us. I’m fucking exhausted.” He smirks before helping me out of the tub.

touch-starved prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱

— “can… can i have a hug? please?”

— “oh, sweetheart- come here.”

— “how long has it been since someone hugged you?”

— “just hold me.”

— “is this okay?”

— “we don’t have to talk, if you don’t want to. we can just sit here together until you feel up to anything else.”

— “can i hug you? you look like you could do with it.”

— “are you blushing?! that’s adorable.”

— “it’s okay, baby, just let it all out. i’ve got you, i promise.”

— “you fell asleep in my arms. it was kind of adorable.”

— “please, never apologise for wanting to be loved.”

— “you don’t need to earn my affection, not now and not ever.”

— “i’m never more at peace than i am in your arms.”

— “not that i think cuddling will fix everything, but i’m pretty sure it can’t make things worse.”

— “i never knew i could feel this loved.”

prompt list

she told me not to, but i’m just gonna say it; @floofparker wrote these, and they’re absolutely flawless, every single one of them. i told her i wanted to write a prompt list but i didn’t know where to start, and her wonderful and talented self took time out of her evening and WROTE THESE FOR ME ????

i love you, thank you 💓

romantic:

1. “how could i not miss you? are you out of your mind?”

2. “i hate you.” “forty minutes ago, you didn’t appear to hate me when you were suggesting that i kiss you.”

3. “i have always been in love with you.”

4. “what’s not to love?”

5. “it really is not that hard. you could just sit there and i’ll fall in love with you”

6. “you know i’d do anything to make you stay.”

7. “come here and tell me.”

8. “jesus, i really want to kiss you right now.”

9. “do it again, please.”

10. “i was on the other side of the world and all i could think about is you.”

11. “we could be anywhere, i don’t care as long as i’m with you.”

12. “it’s raining, baby please come inside.”

13. “i care about you. it’s really that simple.”

platonic:

1. “you’ve come a long way and i’m proud of you.”

2. “if anything, you have me.”

3. “you are my best friend in the whole wide world, of course i remember”

4. “you can’t cook for the love of god. let me do it.”

5. “hey, i love you but i’m not jumping in the freezing cold pool for you.”

6. “i am not even gonna lie; boston is boring without you three losers.”

7. “fuck, you scared me!”

8. “it’s funny because that hair cut absolutely suits you.”

9. “oh my fuck. you’re so corny.”

10. “he cheated on me.” “you’re absolutely not going to believe this.” “what?” “i told you so.” “shut up.”

11. “do you want anything from the store?” “no.” “okay whatever you say ms. ‘why didnt you buy me anything.’”

angst:

1. “sometimes, i believe my life is simply made just for me to long for you.”

2. “i think you don’t truly understand what you want until it’s right in front of you, gazing into your eyes and quietly pleading for love.”

3. “not when i have loved you all my life.”

4. “what do you mean? i never stopped loving you, not even when i wanted to.”

5. “you’re a little too late.”

6. “you just don’t get it do you? i love you, damn it! what more do you want me to say?”

7. “listen, if you’re out here kissing random people, you might as well just kiss me.”

8. “i’m confusing? you’re the one that’s confusing!”

9. “you can’t just push me away!”

10. “i knew it wasn’t going to last.”

11. “i’ll do it right this time, i promise.”

12. “and it sucks because i want that with you and i know i can never have it.”

13. “that happened when you left, yeah.”

14. “you know he still thinks about you, right?” “that’s not enough.”

15. “and I love you and you deserve to know that. everyone deserves to know that someone loves them…you don’t even have to say anything.”

16. “just know when you left, nothing has been the same.”

guest ⮕ m.s.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: swearing, awkward flirting, embarrassment

summary: request

a/n: this was requested by @rainsoakedphoenix, and i had SO much fun writing it (even though it took ages) ! sorry for the mix up, i hope this works 😭💓 i wrote this while watching the new season of heartstopper, which is AMAZING by the way

(this is like 89% dialogue, which i’m sorry if it wasn’t your vision, but i tried my best 🤞🏻)

everything written is completely fictional. the people i write for are written with characteristics and mannerisms that i made for them, this is in no way depicting what would actually happen in real life.

“Good morning campers, and welcome to the Cut the Camera podcast. I’m Nick Sturniolo.”

“I’m Matt Sturniolo.”

“And I’m Chris.”

Your eyes flickered between the three of them, reaching your hands up to adjust your headphones. Nick finally turned his head to you.

“We have a special guest for this episode, introduce yourself.” He said.

You looked at one of the cameras and smiled, lifting your hand to wave.

“Hey, I’m Y/n.” You said, wincing slightly. “Jesus, that was awkward, someone else talk now.” Matt pulled a face, you looking over at him and mocking him playfully.

“Like some of you know, Y/n is one of our good friends from home. She hasn’t been in much of our content because she doesn’t know what the fuck she’s doing, but that’s fine, we love her anyway.” Nick said. You scoffed and leaned back in the diner seat, pulling the mic with you.

“It’s not that I don’t know what I’m doing, I’m just an awkward piece of shit.” You said, shrugging your shoulders. “S’not my fault your fans love watching me suffer.”

“Well that turned dark. Anyway, Y/n, why don’t you introduce the topic.” Chris said. You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Today we’re talking about how the four of us met, and how I’ve continued to endure their torture for so long.” You paused, Matt’s jaw slack as he looked over at you. You grinned and shook your head. “No, I’m kidding. They’re pretty great, I’m glad they’ve tortured me for this long.”

Chris scoffed. “You love us and you know it.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what I said, but if you want to get all mushy already, then yes, I love you guys.” You said.

Nick awed next to you, Matt leaning over and bumping your shoulder with his.

“You’ve always been the lovey-dovey one. Y/n has called me at like six o’clock on a random Tuesday before just to tell me she was thinking about me.” Nick said. You covered your face with your hands and groaned.

“God, why must you expose me? Let them think I’m dark and gloomy.” You grumbled.

Matt scoffed then, the audio coming through your headphones clear enough for you to peek an eye through your fingers. “None of them think you’re dark and gloomy, they’ve seen you in videos before, dude. Accept the fact that you’re a softy.” He teased, your jaw practically hitting the floor.

The conversation went on like this for about twenty minutes, the four of you talking and bickering back and forth. The conversation ran off the tracks quite a few times, and Matt tried reeling it back in as best as possible.

“So, back to the topic at hand—”

“Nick, what did you say?” Chris asked, completely cutting Matt off.

“I was just saying that was bullshit.” Nick said.

“Guys, what are we even—”

“How is what I just said bullshit?” Chris asked, the both of them in their own little world.

Matt sighed and looked at you, shrugging his shoulders. You turned to face him fully, resting your arm on the back of the booth. “So anyway, what’s an average day in the life of Matt Sturniolo?” You asked. Matt frowned and adjusted himself to face you completely.

“What?” He asked, pulling the mic towards him.

“What’s an average day in your life?” You repeated, raising your eyebrows.

Matt’s frown relaxed as he thought, shrugged, and finally spoke. “I’d say; wake up, shower, eat, go to meetings, come home, go to bed, repeat.” He held his hands out to count on his fingers, your eyebrows raising as you listened, no emotion on your face.

“Wow, riveting.”

Matt scoffed and shook his head, opening his hands and gesturing them towards you. “Please, tell me about your extraordinary day to day schedule, I’d love to hear it.”

“Of course you would. I happen to have a day packed full of important tasks.” You said, lifting your chin sarcastically.

“Oh, really? Name one.” He said, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well, I work.” You started, Matt nodding and pursing his lips.

“Oh, you work, do you? And what do you do after that?” He asked, your eyebrows lifting and your jaw going slack.

“Well, if you must know, after work I go home and eat and then shower and go to bed.” You said matter of factly, Matt staring at you completely unamused.

“That has got to be the most boring play-by-play I’ve ever heard.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, and yours was better, Matt?”

“I think so. What do you do for work?” He asked, the corner of his lips turned up in a half smile.

You sighed and shrugged your shoulders. “Retail. It’s not the most glorious job, but it gets the bills paid.”

“Yikes, customer service.” He winced, to which you shrugged your shoulders again.

“Like I said, not the most glorious job. I deal with a lot of dickheads, but the regulars are nice.” You said, grabbing your cup and taking a sip of it. You jutted your chin at him. “It’s your turn to ask a question, I don’t think they’re gonna stop any time soon.”

Matt hummed and thought for a moment. “Um, what’s your favorite color?”

“That’s really the best you could come up with, Matt?” You said, a laugh leaving your lips as he looked at you in mock offense.

“At least it’s not as mundane as ‘what do you do everyday’, Y/n. Cut me some slack, I’m trying here.” He retorted, your hands going up before you answered.

“It’s blue.”

“Lame.” He said, your eyebrows furrowing.

“Matt, that’s literally your favorite color, too.” You said, Matt scoffing.

“You don’t know me.” He mumbled, a laugh bubbling out of you as you adjusted in your seat, scooting the slightest bit towards him.

“I’ve known you my entire life, you dork. That argument is invalid.” You said.

Matt pursed his lips and shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, really studying him for the first time in awhile. You reached forward and lightly pinched a lock in your fingers and twirled it. “Your hair is getting long.” You said. There was something in Matt’s eyes that you couldn’t quite place, but the apples of his cheeks were tinged pink.

“Yeah, I need to cut it soon.” He said, his voice quiet.

You nodded your head, letting go of the lock of hair and resting your hand back on the booth centimeters away from his. “If that’s what you want.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he lightly jabbed the tips of your fingers with his.

You paused, realizing how passive it had sounded. You immediately shook your head. “No, oh my God, nothing! It was just an observation.” You said, resting your hand on his.

“So you wouldn’t care if I shaved my head?” He asked, mischief glinting in his eyes. Somehow, your fingers ended up entwined, but both of your palms were resting on the back of the booth. It was comfortable, but new, and you didn’t know exactly how to navigate this. You shrugged your shoulders and pulled your headphones off of your head and rested them around your neck.

“I wouldn’t care, no. Just because I think your hair looks cute long, doesn’t mean I’m going to freak out if you change it.” You said honestly. Matt blinked, processing your words before he replied.

“You think my hair looks cute long?” He asked. You nodded your head, ignoring the burning in your face.

“That is what I just said, yes.” You said, trying to sound like it was no big deal

“Wow, admitting you think I’m cute on recording? That’s crazy.” You could tell he was teasing, and by the color of his cheeks, you could tell he didn’t mind.

You cocked an eyebrow, tilting your head to the side as your smile grew. “Are we just going to ignore the fact that you’ve been practically holding my hand for this entire conversation?”

“I haven’t?” He said, immediately pulling his hand from yours and resting it in his lap, his eyes darting downward. You smiled and shook your head, teasingly gesturing around the room.

“Matt, it’s literally on camera, from multiple angles.” You said, Matt’s eyes meeting yours. He studied your face and eventually smiled and rolled his eyes, the awkward tension he was radiating before slowly dissipating.

“Yeah, okay, whatever.” He mumbled, adjusting his headphones before meeting your eyes again. You opened your mouth to speak, but were quickly interrupted.

“Oh my God, this is honestly disgusting.”

You whipped your head around to Nick, your eyes wide as he met you with an incredulous stare.

“You guys have been flirting like, the entire time. I’m surprised I haven’t thrown up yet.” He finished, your face on fire as your eyes flickered to Chris’ amused smile.

“Honestly, Nick and I stopped arguing like, five minutes ago. We just wanted to see how long it would take the two of you to notice.” You looked back at Matt, who was awkwardly laughing into his hands and shaking his head. “Clearly, way too fucking long. Can we get back to the topic of our joint childhoods now?” Chris finished.

You cleared your throat and nodded, adjusting yourself in the booth so you were facing forward and your shoulder was to Matt.

“Where were we again?” You asked, Nick jumping into the conversation effortlessly.

The rest of the podcast went smoothly, the four of you in almost perfect harmony for the rest of the time, the little embarrassing interruption nearly forgotten.

It was nearly forgotten until Matt’s hand rested over yours under the table and entwined with yours. You felt your face heat up and the corners of your mouth twitch, but you didn’t say anything or make anything obvious.

Matt was your best friend, and as affectionate as the two of you were, hand holding was never on the list until now—and honestly, you didn’t mind.

Let Me Show You

Steve Harrington x Reader

description: Steve is different than how he used to be.

word count: 1.3k

warning: former arrogant Steve, fluff

masterlist | oneshots

Steve Harrington, the popular junior jock that everyone loved. When you first moved to Hawkins, you heard the rumors of Steve. He was the popular jock on the basketball and swim teams. He did all he could to show his stature and high-society persona that charmed everyone but you. You wouldn’t feed into his ego like his friends and his girlfriend. Although, you had a couple of classes with Nancy and she was nothing like Steve or their annoying friends. She was nice, caring, and sweet to everyone. Sometimes she had an attitude, but overall she was a great girl. 

Steve noticed that you sat near the back of the cafeteria and tried to reign you into their group like the other kids that didn’t really talk to the popular kids. You ignored all his advances and made an effort to walk away from him each time. It wasn’t a rude manner, you just couldn’t care less to be friends with those kinds of people.

“Hey Y/N, right?” Steve sat across from you in the school’s library. You looked up confused as to why he was sitting with you or even talking to you. 

“Yeah… what do you need?” You asked kind of quickly. You didn’t trust his friends to be around the corner to do or say something to you.

“Can I sit here? There are not many tables that are free.” He asked while setting his books down, which indicated that no matter your answer, he wasn’t getting up. 

“Sure, I guess.” You grinned, looking down back at your essay for English class. It was quiet for a while before he spoke up again. You mentally rolled your eyes thinking he was going to be working. 

“What are you working on?” Steve looked at your paper.

“Essay for English.” You commented plainly.

“What is it about?” He kept trying to get a conversation out of you.

“William Shakespeare. Can I get back to this or do you want to pussyfoot around?” You sighed, curtly telling him to shut his mouth. Steve didn’t comment or talk after that, rather he actually went back to the work that lay before him. You thought about your comment and contemplated on whether you should apologize for being so harsh, but decided against it. You finished not too long after and exchanged pleasant goodbyes before leaving the library. This was the Steve you knew all of high school and no one could tell you he changed or became a different man. Steve Harrington was the high-ego jock that strutted around in his daddy’s new car. 

Years have gone by, you’ve been away from home going to college, but now that it’s summer break you came back home and found a job at the local Family Video store. You walked in and talked to the nice girl at the counter, she gave you an application, and to talk to Keith when he got back. You got the job right away being a movie buff yourself, but immediately regretted it when you saw the employee shift chart in the back. Steve Harrington’s name was written on the board. You wanted to practically die knowing that you didn’t want to see or talk to him. But of course, during your second week working, he was the only person working when you were. Thank God he wasn’t the one training you though.

Robin and you have become fast friends which is weird because she said she was also friends with Steve. 

“How can you be friends with a guy like Steve “the hair” Harrington and be this cool? Do you bring happiness in his life or something?” You chuckled with her, stocking the candy jars.

“I didn’t care for him at first, but he’s not that bad. Trust me, he’s changed from when he was in high school.” Robin nudged you gently. You didn’t want to believe it and told yourself for a while that you wouldn’t.

“I’ll believe it when I see it, but being that fact that I’m blind,” You put your sunglasses on. “I guess I’ll be waiting.” She chuckled at your playful antics.

“Get back to work before Keith finds us messing around.” She chuckled going to check out a few customers.

Your second week came, and you had your shifts with Steve. Robin volunteered to switch with another one of your co-workers just so that you wouldn’t be alone. You thanked her immensely and made a mental note to bake her cookies as a thank you.

“Robin, come on. I don’t want to be late clocking in… Y/N?” Steve’s surprised voice rang through the break room.

“Morning Robin. Hi, Steve.” You smiled politely taking in the words your grandma said to you. Kill them with kindness, don’t let them know your feelings, they’ll use them against you. And so you didn’t. You kept them hidden and to yourself. You didn’t want Steve to know you had an annoyed feeling that he was going to be working with you. Robin made the time go by quicker, but his lingering cologne still followed you throughout the store.

“I thought that was you when I read your name on the chart. When did you start working here?” Steve said leaning against the counter.

“Last week. I needed a summer job, they were hiring, I got the job, and here I am.” You took a box and went to the back to work on paperwork. Steve followed you, because why not? He always was.

“Hey, I want to apologize for how I acted in high school. Truly I wanted to be friends with you. I know I acted like a know-it-all asshole, but I promise you, I thought you were kind.” Steve stopped you from walking into Keith’s office.

“You ever find it funny how people say they want to apologize and then they don’t? I understand that you feel it now, but the Steve I knew is the Steve I see in front of me. I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be friends. We’re co-workers and nothing more.” You moved pasted him, sat in the office chair, and started on the pile of paperwork that was due by the end of the day. Steve stood there speechless, turning around to leave you with a shocked expression. Part of you wanted to be friends, but you entrusted too many people before, 

You were leaving for the day, hugging Robin goodbye when you saw Steve walking towards you.

“I’ve changed. I’m not the same stupid, self-ish kid I was. I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to be friends. Let me show you, let me show you that I’m different. I’m not the same skirt-chaser, fuck boy I was. Please, Y/N. Let me show you. If you still don’t want to be friends after a week, I’ll leave you alone.” Steve’s eyes bore into yours in the moonlight.

“I don’t know, Steve. How do I know I can trust you? I will not be someone you can use.”

“Just the week. One week. Please, Y/N.” Steve pleaded.

“Fine, one week.” You agreed. And he lived up to his promise. Steve was fun and funny. He changed and turned kind. He was sarcastic and rolled his eyes a lot. Although he did still brag about his dates, he was more caring than you thought. 

Steve Harrington changed, but within six months you hated yourself for seeing that you had feelings for him. You tried to confide in Robin but knew better because she’d give you looks every time he was around. It wasn’t until one late night alone with Steve that he decide to make a move on you. He kissed you right in front of the romantic comedies section. You didn’t fight it, but embraced the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. So maybe it wasn’t the kind of guy he was, but your own self fighting against the feelings you had. Either way, he showed you in more ways than one.

jj x john b’s little sister will always have a special place in my heart. Especially when she’s been pining over him since they were kids, the built up tension, the way they act like a couple but they’re not, ugh!

no bc this is my favourite trope with jj 😭 it's just so fitting and honestly nothing hits like a good brother's best friend trope (at least for me)

You were lying in bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone when you hear your front door open, followed by the clunking of heavy shoes against the hardwood floors as they walked their way through your home.

At first, you panicked. Was this it? Were you about to get murdered in the comfort of your own home, warm and cozy in your bed? But then it clicked. There was only one person you knew who had loud footsteps like that. He had messy blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, a cheeky grin. He was most likely wearing one of his worn out cut-offs, and black timberland boots.

Those staple shoes of his were definitely the culprit.

Your doorknob twisted open slowly, and there JJ was. Stumbling into your room with a hazy smile on his face. He tripped over his foot upon entry, leading him to kick his boots off clumsily.

"J, what the hell are you doing? I thought you were Freddy Krueger or something, jeez."

He plopped onto your bed, using one hand to pluck your phone from your hand and toss it to the other side of your bed. He laid between your legs, resting his head against your stomach and wrapping his arms around your waist.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach instantly. Being this close and cozy wasn't new for the two of you; you'd been touchy since you were kids. Endless piggyback rides, cuddling sessions during movie nights, playing with each other's hair, that was just the two of you in your normal state. That's what happens when you've known someone since you were in elementary school.

"Hi," he murmured, nuzzling into you as he got comfy. "You smell good."

Your brows furrowed as you held back a laugh. "Are you drunk?"

"No." A moment of silence passed, and then he spoke up again. "Maybe."

"Okay, and where's my brother?"

"Ditched me for his kook girlfriend."

You hummed in response, starting to weave your fingers through his sun-kissed locks. You heard him sigh in content, and he hooked his legs over one of yours.

"D'you wanna get high?" JJ asked, breaking the silence.

Your hand crept down to his cheek, stroking it with your thumb gently. "I think you're intoxicated enough, Maybank."

He picked his head up, his chin now resting where the left side of his face was previously smushed against. He smiled, his eyelids half closed. "You're always takin' care o'me. So sweet, like candy."

"You always need to be taken care of," you joked in response. The small huff of laughter he let out was like music to your ears. You could listen to it on repeat for the rest of your days, and it'd always be your favourite soundtrack.

His eyes seemed to glimmer as he zoned in on yours again. He released a sigh, before reaching up and cupping your cheek. "You're so beautiful."

Your heart fluttered. You were used to JJ's unrelenting flirtations, but he'd never said anything like that to you. It'd always been lookin' good, mini routledge, or we should makeout. y'know, for science.

"Don't. You're only saying that 'cause you're drunk. It's mean."

His brow arched. "Me thinking you're beautiful is mean? I don't get it."

"It's mean because it's just the alcohol talking," you explained. "You don't really mean it, J."

"I do mean it. Why do you think I'm starin' at you all the time? I have to force myself to keep my eyes off you."

He was pulling at your heartstrings, saying all the things you'd been longing to hear from his mouth for as long as you could remember. It almost felt cruel; the fact that he could say these things so casually as if the memory wouldn't be burned into your brain until the end of time.

"Go to sleep, JJ. We'll talk in the morning," you spoke, eyes darting away from his as you changed the topic.

JJ removed himself from your hold, scooting up next to you and using his index finger and thumb to guide your gaze onto him. His eyes were softened, so vulnerable as they looked at you. He wore a small pout, too, only making you want to plant a kiss on it and wash it away.

"I know 'm an idiot. But one of these days, I'm gonna get my head outta my ass and tell you that I got a major thing for you," he said. "You're gonna be my girl, princess. I'm not sure of much, but I am sure of that."

And with that, he laid his head down on the pillow next to yours, slinging an arm over your waist and cuddling into your side.

"Good night, beautiful."

concepts

fella is it gay to memorize the shape of your homie’s body?

asking for my friend Mobius M. Mobius

'𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑' 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

i received a lovely request an unspecified but long amount of time ago, asking for memes surrounding the theme of crying! i hope that, should the delightful nonnie find this list, they meet their expectations! as always, sender is the sender of the meme, receiver is the one receiving the meme! bon appetit!

LAST UPDATED: 07/09/22 (September 7th)

dialogue prompts.

" you know, they say that crying has all these health benefits. "

" oh, sweetie/buddy... what happened? did someone say something to you? "

" are... are these good tears? or bad tears? "

" chopping onions, huh? yeah... i've heard that matchsticks can make you cry a little less, you know. "

" you never need to apologize to me. ever. and certainly not for crying... "

" there you are! i was... hey... what's the matter? have you been crying? "

" you've got a little mascara stain... you wanna talk about it? "

" oh, love... i wish i knew what was hurting you so badly. i wish i could take away all that pain from you... "

" you don't have to be so... stoic, all the time. crying isn't a sign of weakness, you know. "

" you heartless ass! you won't even shed a tear now?! "

" tears? seriously? how pathetic... "

" you can't just keep it all bottled up, you know? you gotta let it all out of you, otherwise you'll just explode. "

" it's okay... you go on ahead and cry. i've got you... "

" hey, uh... come on now, huh? don't cry. it'll be okay. "

" why are you crying? "

" it's okay. i've been meaning to wash this sweater, anyway, so go ahead. maybe you might squeeze out a couple tears of laundry detergent, while you're at it? "

" i told you. this could only ever end up in tears. "

" sorry. i... i never know what to do when people start crying. "

" you look like you could use a hug and a box of kleenex... "

" you don't have to be so strong all the time. i can be strong for the both of us, if you'd let me... "

" you know, i don't think i've ever seen you cry... "

" some people just don't cry that much. it's not a big deal. "

" oh, love/buddy/kiddo, it's okay... it's okay, you go ahead and cry. let it all out... i'm gonna be right here when you've finished. "

" i... i don't know why i'm crying... "

" no, no, i'm okay!! i'm better than okay! these are happy tears! "

" i'm just... having the worst day. ever. "

" i'm just so tired of pretending everything's fine! "

" god, i'm sorry... i'm sure you didn't mean a shoulder to literally cry on, right? "

" i'm sorry... i'm getting your sweater all wet. "

" of course i'm crying! i thought i'd lost you! "

" you... you won't tell anyone, will you? about me crying? "

" i, um... i didn't know where else to go... "

" thank you for listening to me. and for the tissues. and the tea... "

" god, this is so embarrassing! i hardly ever cry... "

action prompts.

[ ANGER ] - sender begins to cry out of sheer frustration and anger.

[ JOY ] - sender begins to cry out of feelings of joy and happiness.

[ BREAK ] - having bottled up their emotions for a long time, sender finally breaks down into tears.

[ GRIEF ] - sender, having recently lost a loved one, begins to cry for their loss.

[ SORROW ] - sender begins to cry out of sadness.

[ DESPAIR ] - sender begins to cry out of despair.

[ CALL ] - sender calls the receiver (in tears) to ask them to collect the sender from a location.

[ TEA ] - after receiver has begun to calm down after crying, sender brings them a cup of tea.

[ TISSUE ] - sender offers a crying receiver a tissue to wipe their tears.

[ BRUSH ] - sender, having found the receiver in tears, gently cups their face and brushes their tears away with their thumbs.

[ SPOON ] - as the receiver cries in their bed, sender climbs into the bed beside them, becoming a big spoon to the receiver's little spoon in the process.

[ HOLD ] - as the receiver begins to cry, sender wraps their arms around them, and just holds them as they cry.

[ RUB ] - sender rubs receiver's back soothingly as they cry.

[ ROCK ] - sender holds the crying receiver, and gently rocks them from side to side in a calming motion as they weep.

[ COLLAPSE ] - sender, having received sudden and terrible news, falls to their knees and collapses to the ground as they cry.

[ CRADLE ] - holding the receiver protectively in their arms, sender cradles the receiver as they cry.

[ HUM ] - sender hums a song gently as the receiver begins to calm down after crying.

[ DRAPE ] - as the receiver begins to drift off to sleep after crying, sender gently drapes a blanket over them.

[ STAY ] - as the receiver begins to fall asleep after crying, the sender stays by their bedside, promising to be there when they wake up.

[ HAND ] - sender, witnessing the receiver about to cry, or already crying, extends a hand to them for them to hold onto.

[ BURY ] - sender guides the crying receiver into a protective embrace, cupping the back of their head and guiding it towards their chest to give them some privacy to cry in peace.

Why is asking permission for certain things, both romantic and platonic, one of the cutest, most heart-fluttering things ever?

"Can I hold your hand?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"Would you like me to carry your jacket?"

"Can I hug you?"

"Would it be alright if we cuddled?"

"Can I play with your hair?"

"Might I walk you home?"

"Can I tickle you?

"Is it okay if I kiss you goodbye?"

"Can I hold onto your arm while we walk?"

"Can I rest my head on your shoulder?"

"Is it okay if I call you (nickname)?"

"I'd really like to kiss you right now, if that's okay with you,"

"Would you let me take care of you?"