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magicchai · 7 months

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hi! will you be posting your Draco fanfics again soon? When Harry Lost Her was literally my favorite read, I’m sad I can’t come back to it :(

𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ─ DRACO MALFOY!

pairings ⁑ draco malfoy x reader

summary ⁑ after harry potter realises you are in love with draco, he has to watch the relationship blossom.

warnings ⁑ gn!reader, a lot of angst, slight suggestive tones but it's a sfw writing it doesn't indicate anything sexual, confrontation, harry's perspective.

word count ⁑ 2893

additional notes ⁑ this is a repost from my old account ( prev. _ notes. ) the name needed a rebrand and the plot a little bit but i hope you still enjoy it like the last one!

it had been two months.

two months since harry broke up with you. however, to him, it felt you had ended it long before then. in the beginning, you were very happy together, you were the sweetest and funniest person harry had ever met, and still were. you had gone out for over a year, and were content until harry very slowly started to see you fall out of love with him.

not only could you not tell your own misfortune of your relationship at the start yourself, but harry also couldn't help but hold onto you like a lifeline, unwilling to let you go.

draco malfoy, a boy you would constantly bicker towards. a person harry could now see was something more with you than he could’ve anticipated. you were complete opposites from each other. you were a hufflepuff with a kind and soft manner and were dating harry potter – draco’s known nemesis – much different to the slytherin's dark and closed off demeanour along with his hatred for potter.

but harry then noticed how light-hearted it really was, draco didn't go too deep with the insults towards you, and harry would be stupid to not see the certain tension between the two, that being the unspoken feelings that he was sure you were denying you felt just as much as draco was.

harry watched as the relationship between you and draco became much more friendly and companionable, he would see you together more and more, much to harry’s dismay.

the slytherin boy practically flaunted to harry the fact he became too friendly with you, raising his eyebrows in a chaff manner when harry would come to see you in the library where you had told him you were studying. his eyes glued to draco's arm that lay on the back of your seat, a smirk played on the blonde's face upon seeing the shocked look in his enemy's expression.

or the times the victorious look on his face glowed after harry would call you over to the seat he saved for you at lunchtime, to which you would say ‘i need to tell draco something,’ and sit beside him instead. the remainder of lunch harry would have to listen to the very audible laughter emitting from both parties as you converse.

when harry had his nightmares or anxious thoughts he would leave his sweaty bed in the dark of the night and take a walk around the grounds of the school. some nights too anxious he would feel the need to bring his cloak to stay hidden and other days needing the fresh air and freedom, therefore ensuring he isn't caught by teachers or prefects. one specific prefect being draco malfoy, he couldn't risk the mockery and punishment.

so almost two months ago, when he turned the corner to the library to see you and draco walking out together in a deep conversation, harry has reached his breaking point. he watched as draco said goodbye, leaving your side as he walked back to the dungeons. you turned the other way to see your boyfriend standing there.

you smiled innocently at him, which set harry’s teeth on edge, "harry! what are doing here? did you have another bad dream?" you ask, walking over to him and his stern expression. he didn't answer. when you placed your hand on his forearm to balance while you leant on your tippy-toes to kiss his cheek, harry took a step backwards and out your grip.

you looked befuddled from the gryffindor's actions, resting back on the balls of your feet, arms fallen to your sides.

"i can't do this anymore," he finally spoke, his tone spat at you while his hands sat in his pyjama bottom's pockets, almost tearing a hole in them from the tight grip. the second the words left his mouth, harry turned to walk back to his dorm. however, you followed beside him, "what do you mean, harry? you can't say that and then walk away, please." he ignored your question as he continued himself, "why were you with him?", "you mean draco?", "he's insufferable,” harry snaps, "he's my friend."

"i think it's a little more than that." harry's words cause you to gasp quietly, "do you think i would cheat on you?" you asked, shocked, to which the boy shrugged. "i would never cheat on you," "so you love me then, do you?" his question hit you like a ton of bricks all at once, footsteps freezing against the wood.

harry turns his body to face you, awaiting the answer. you sigh, dropping your head and covering your eyes, your sad statement came out almost silent, "i'm sorry, harry." you weren’t able to look him in the eye, finally coming to the realisation that you, in fact, in love with someone else, the boy you merely left a minute ago. "and you love him?", "...i think so" that was enough for harry to hear as he left you in the hallway, returning to his dorm, broken.

now as harry sat at lunch, months after, ron and hermione were squabbling in front of him but their voices fade in the background while his eyes stare beyond his friend's shoulders and to the hufflepuff that sat at the slytherin table. draco had the biggest grin on his face as he leaned down to your ear, whispering words that only you could hear. your laughter evident to the entire hall as your hand sits on his chest to contain yourself. draco’s grey eyes gleaming at the pure happiness you emit.

however, your laughter seizes as you and your ex-boyfriend make eye contact. harry's glare as evident as the fear in yours. you slowly drops your smile along with your hand on draco's chest to fall in his lap. he follows your gaze at the changed behaviour, his small smile also leaving his lips as it turns into a scowl. you smile lightly at draco, saying something to him as he nods in understanding. then, harry watches you stand up before making your way over.

"hi harry," you starts, both his friends stop arguing abruptly as they now listen to you speak, your hands fidget in front of you, standing beside a scowling harry. "can i speak to you?" you ask and he grumbles while nodding, lifting the goblet filled with water to his mouth, grumbling into the metal, "i'm not moving." you kindly smiles at ron and hermione before sitting down, hands land to the hem of your shirt to tug anxiously.

"harry, i just want to apologise, i know you're upset with me and i'm sorry. i know i've done wrong. you deserve better than how i treated you, and i believe it wasn't fair. i just hope one day you can forgive me and we can be civil again."

harry doesn't speak at first but stares at the table in front of him before finally opting to retort, "so you're with him now?", "i don't want to talk about him. i just want you to know i did love you, and you were a good boyfriend." although that was true, harry could tell you were holding back from being completely honest, probably having your own complaints about harry’s character within the relationship. "that helps, thanks," says harry, sarcastically.

as if on cue, the bell begins to chime, indicating the start of the next classes. you look defeated, a small sigh leaving your lips, turning to who you used to call your close friends. you smile at each other as if now simply acquaintances, ron and hermione greeting you sadly.

standing from the seat, harry watches as you shrug at draco who stands at the far end of the table now waiting on you, both bags over his shoulder, shaking his head in reply with his hand extended for you to take. fingers intertwine as you begin to engage in conversation. the frown draco sends back to the brunette boy once more indicating exactly what you were talking about.

the following week, harry awoke from a terrible dream, sweat covering his forehead and dampening his t-shirt. the sound of dean's heavy grumbling mixed with ron's loud snoring causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand in pure frustration.

harry changes into a new t-shirt before adding his slippers and jumper, walking himself out of the dorms and down the staircases. he makes it all the way to the first-floor corridors, looking out the massive, gaped openings overlooking the owlery, he stared outside out as the moon lights the corridor, a strong gust of wind hitting his jumper as his hands rest calmly on the cold stone colonnades.

his relaxed trance is broken by the sudden patter of heavy footsteps sprinting around the right side of the courtyard hall. goosebumps arise in his skin at the worry of being caught and as he begins to walk towards the left side, he saw who it was. draco and you, holding hands and peering around the corner, causing harry to hide himself behind the wall.

he can hear the sound of draco quietly whispering to be quiet while you can't help but giggle at the nightly antics. you would never break a rule when you went out with harry, constantly telling him you didn't want to get into trouble and it didn't seem fun. however, your laughter with draco indicated your views had long changed since you started dating the slytherin instead.

harry looks over the wall to see you both now standing towards each other and he can't help but step out to get a better view, and since he wasn't thinking straight from the rage in his veins, harry thought he could maybe even tell you off.

"i'm just saying, the kitchen is right next to the hufflepuff common room. if you told me, i would've gotten the food on the way to meet you this way, it would've been easier," you spoke, draco squeezing your hand in his.

"ah yes, easier it may have been but it's more fun this way. plus who am i to let my love carry all the food around while i wait in the library?" my love. harry thinks he may be sick. "you know i could carry it all myself?", "i don't know, darling, you're hands are pretty small," he teases after kissing the back of your hands before leaning his head down. you automatically lean on the toes of your feet, draco capturing your lips into a deep kiss. his fingers leave from grasping your hands to intertwine them together firmly, fingers fidget as your lips move desperately against each other.

harry feels close to his previous nightmarish, spine-chilling state as he watches who he once dated locking lips with the person he hated the most.

draco begins to walk you back against the wall, hands leaving your to settle atop your hips. just as your fingers tangle in his hair and a small grunt emits from the boy's mouth, you’re drawn from the daydream-like haze draco had pulled you into and laugh against his lips while sliding your hands to push him back lightly, "we're not making out here.”

all harry feels is horror. the slytherin boy leans down to give you a much gentler kiss before nodding at you, "i'll meet you in the library, i won't be long, my darling." even in the middle of the night and from a distance, harry can see the deep blush arise at the skin of his cheekbones as you lean up to plant a quick kiss on the pale boy's cheek before walking off in the direction you plan to meet.

harry watches as draco stares at your disappearing figure, a small and unfamiliar smile ghosting his lips as he turns towards the place he was heading to instead come face-to-face with the last person he wanted to see. draco freezes in his footsteps and inhales a sharp breath, his knuckles cracking from his tightened fists as he dismisses harry, walking past him and towards the entrance hall to get to the kitchens. the gryffindor following swiftly behind. "what? nothing to say, malfoy?" he taunts, the flurry of confidence stemming as the other boy clenches his jaw trying to hold his reaction, "no. i don't," is all draco replies.

"well, you must feel pretty good about yourself," harry continues, his face leaning towards the slytherin's side as they walk side-by-side, harry trying to wind draco up as much as he can, desperate for some sort of response but draco just continues walking.

"you must feel damn proud of yourself that you won." harry's comments were flying straight to where draco's anger boiled but the boy was refusing to react harshly to the chosen one for once, "look no one is around, you can just hit me if i'm annoying you and no one will see.”

draco stops in his steps to harshly turn around to the boy, "no, i'm not going to hit you!", "why not? are you a coward?", "no, because y/n will think i started it." he sighs before walking down the length of the great hall tables and towards the door in the back.

"so y/n has you on a leash now?", "i'm not engaging in your pathetic attempt for me to get into trouble." draco seethes, leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded as harry continues, "y/n has you behaving like a gentleman now? not even going to argue the person you hate the most?", "leave y/n out of this," draco's voice was quiet but very stern at the mention of your name falling from harry's filthy lips for the second time already.

harry laughs sarcastically, stepping back down in attempt to leave the hall. "pitiful," is the last thing the gryffindor speaks before leaving the hall and back to his dorms, ignoring the urge to go to the library and argue with the person he still loves, for daring to leave him for draco.

it didn't take harry long to realise that the library had become a space the couple overtook. during the day when hermione would drag him and ron there to collect her new books and return old ones, almost every time he would see you both huddled in a corner. sometimes in silence studying comfortably together, however, mostly laughing and sneaking in some kisses as you forget the work in front of each other. during the night he would always see you roaming the corridors, hand in draco’s, mostly in direction to and from the library. harry’s safe and calming walks becoming much more stressful in thought of seeing you together.

horror. a word harry kept relating to this whole scenario. it completely rose in harry's veins when he breaks from his reverie one night, realising that he was in the corridor leading to the room filled with books.

before he could turn and leave the way he came, he heard the all-too-familiar bound of footsteps as the couple left the room, uncaring if anyone was standing outside. harry had his invisibility cloak on much more often since he always ran into you so each of you had no idea your former boyfriend could see.

the terror harry felt only increased at the sight of you, draco’s lips connecting to your neck as you begin to laugh tiredly with your clear kiss-stricken lips. "my salazar, i love you and your laugh." harry hears draco mumble, his mouth still working against your neck gently, and you reply with an enthusiastic and content, "i love you," which tears harry in two. you used to say that to him, and now draco malfoy was graced with your love instead. he had lost you completely now to draco, and harry now knew this.

your hands unjoin as you move yours to fiddle with his very loose tie, one of his reaching to gently rub over your cheek, draco smirking into your jaw as he feels you shiver at his path of kisses.

draco catches sight of your half-closed eyes and pulls back to peck your lips, palm now flat against your cheek to get a good look at you, “you tired, my love?” you lazily smile up at your boyfriend before nodding.

harry watches as draco kisses your forehead, hand slipping naturally back into yours as if you were made for one another. harry’s heart plummets and jealously fills his head, why was it never like this when you were with him?

“let's get you back to my dorm and you can just rest for a little bit, yeah? no more studying tonight,” draco suggests, turning you both in the direction to the slytherin common room. "yes," is all you can muster, "can we read?" you ask, gleaming up at draco as you begin to walk past cloaked harry and in the directions of the staircase.

“course we can.”

harry had lost you before he even broke up with you, but what shattered his heart was having to watch the person he let go, love another so deeply and further than you ever loved him. in that moment upon seeing you trudge off in plans together, harry made a mental note that he had to try and move on, and stay far away from the library at all costs.

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magicchai · 7 months

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@/magicchai ➵ @amorchai

hey! just another reminder that i've moved account <33 i've removed all my works and posts on here so if you want to read anything then head to my new account!

i'll slowly be putting out new writings there as well as reposting old work - i appreciate the support so far

i've left with 6.6k followers here and i'm grateful for each one but i've been more than comfy with this new journey!

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magicchai · 8 months

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@/magicchai ➵ @amorchai

hey! just another reminder that i've moved account <33 i've removed all my works and posts on here so if you want to read anything then head to my new account!

i'll slowly be putting out new writings there as well as reposting old work - i appreciate the support so far

i've left with 6.6k followers here and i'm grateful for each one but i've been more than comfy with this new journey!

#still not on this account #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson imagine #tangerine x reader #peter parker x reader #remus lupin x reader #chandler bing x reader

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magicchai · 8 months

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i love your work!!! what about peter b making it a priority to save the reader from an ongoing fight scene while the reader doesn't know he's spiderman!!

𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐕!𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ─ peter b parker.

pairings ; astv!peter b parker x reader

word count ; 668

contains ; [ minor ] violence, a guy mugging r ( peter saves the day ofc )

it was just clocking on seven at night, the city streets filled with people flooding home. from the small apartment complex roof, peter watched the beeping cars drive and irritated people walk down endless blocks through his spider-man mask.

his spider-senses were good, peter gave himself good credit for his spider-man senses but just as the clock rolled onto the number seven did a horrible feeling set deep in peter’s stomach.

he was only a couple of blocks from the coffee shop you had told him you went to resign to for the night, and work on your laptop behind a dear cup of mocha you had desperately waited for all day.

so peter’s quick to lean over the rooftop and keep an eye out for you, despite him feeling senses all night – this time was different, much stronger, and he wasn’t about to let anything happen – especially with you around the area.

but just in that moment he sees you, long coat and scarf keeping the cold weather from biting your skin. even though it was dark at this time, peter could see you clearly, and the figure walking behind you.

the man was hooded – suspiciously looking around his surroundings before continuing to trail behind you and peter was quick to act upon his actions. swinging down onto the fire escape, the loud metal clanks but before he can give away his position he hears a scream.

one that made the blood rush to his head and limbs to move at record-breaking speed. his webs aid peter in getting close to the ground as quickly as possible, looking as the man threatens you – forcing you to hand over your belongings upon clocking the large laptop bag and demanding your money.

“to your left, buddy!” peter shouts while swinging in mid-air, his legs aimed right for the criminals side, causing the man to hit the ground with a large thump and following groan. you’re shaking and peter wishes he could just stick the vigilante to the wall before scooping you up and comforting you.

but there were two problems ; ( 1 ) one – peter had to deal with this criminal and ( 2 ) two – you had no idea your own boyfriend was spider-man.

“oh my god, i’ve got to call my boyfriend,” you gasp aloud, withering hands fishing out your phone to ramble to your boyfriend in terror. by now the criminal is standing once again and charging at spider-man, one of peter’s hands reach out to hold the man’s neck while the other searches for his own pocket.

“don’t worry, everything’s under control, you’re safe,” peter rambles in a much-deeper voice than normal, while pressing tons of buttons on his phone in an attempt to turn it off, “and me going on my phone is a totally unrelated note, nothing to see here.”

after turning his phone off, peter webs his phone to the wall before pulling the guy around in attempt to web him to the nearby lamppost. “it’s going to voicemail,” you mutter to yourself, chewing anxiously on your fingers.

“i’m sure your boyfriend is just waiting at home to make sure you’re home okay,” peter tries, taking a punch while distracted before swinging around the nearest lamppost and trapping the vigilante in a webbed trap.

he lands on his feet, dusting off his hands, while looking proudly at his work. “this isn’t fair, man, c’mon,” strings the man in attempts to escape against the strong webs but peter just turns to you, “are you okay?”

your mouth is agape in disbelief, it’s spider-man, and he just saved you. “you… you saved me, spider-man,” you say in a small voice and peter’s eyes-only blink back, “it’s what i do.”

you take a step forwards, almost as if you’re debating something but before spider-man can ask if you’re okay again, you’re hugging him. he refrains from pulling you closer, holding your face and thoroughly checking to make sure you were okay, “thank you, spider-man.”

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magicchai · 8 months

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𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐑 ─ jess mariano.

pairings ; jess mariano x reader

summary ; someone you don’t like wins your basket in the easter competition, but jess is there to save the day.

word count ; 2077

contains ; friends to lovers, a guy being a bit full-on [ nothing major , but jess saves the day ] jess being an absolute fluffy softy, jess being boyfriend material!

the dreaded day of the easter basket competition had arrived, and terror had filled your entire body from that very morning. waking up with a pit in your stomach, rory and lane roping you into making one for a date – knowing that randall in your english class is obsessed with the thought of a date with you and had been for months.

you had no hope for the day ahead, you had confided in jess from the moment you agreed to it, running from the square into luke’s diner where jess was reading against the wall of the quiet monday morning. “i’m not participating in this loony town’s stupid traditions, y/n,” jess had told you, much to your dismay of pleading him for help.

“please! if it goes too high a bid i’ll reimburse you, i’ll make a really good meal and we’ll make a day of it. please don’t make me go out with randall carter!” you had asked, trying to ignore the wide smirk across your amused best friends face. jess was thoroughly enjoying it.

he chuckled, book had been thrown on the counter with his arms folded as he listened before leaning towards you. “i’m not going to bid on nonsense like that but i am willing to save you from the date if he wins,” jess had offered.

“jess i don’t want to go out with him, you have to win it!”

“aren’t his parents like super rich?” jess ignored, eyes followed your pained expression as you groaned in dismay from the situation you allowed rory and lane to force you into. you had already signed your name up, taylor knew, there was no going back now.

you knew he couldn’t bid too high, and you didn’t expect jess to, you were just desperate. you had shot down randall far too many times for your liking and he was still willing to try and win you over. jess had hated the guy from the start, but you knew he hated practically everyone.

“you swear to save me from him?” you asked, finger pointed and pressed against jess’ shirt, eyes wide and intimidating jess. he had a teasing glint in his eye, lopsided smirk maintained as he raises one hand, using his finger to cross his heart, ‘hope to die’ he finished with before luke scolded him for slacking during shift.

so, when jess winked at you from the other side of the crowd, your legs slowly stopped shaking. maybe it would be okay, knowing that jess was more than willing to jump in and save you from your dreaded enemy – who was only yards ahead of you with a prideful stride which could only be for one reason.

“fifty dollars!” randall starts with, your mouth immediately gaping at the price he was willing to begin with in order to bag a date with the person he knows doesn’t reciprocate feelings. you felt bad shooting him down at the start, but as he became more persistent, the less empathetic you were.

“sixty,” jess interjects. your head snaps round, quite like luke who was beside him and you watch as his uncle swats his arm in dismay. jess doesn’t have that amount of money to throw around, he worked in his uncle’s diner in his spare time – why would he bid a high amount on a lousy easter basket in order to help you?

“eighty,” you were defeated upon randall’s response, all hope in the chance of jess winning quickly dissipates as you watch jess hesitate. however, when jess saw randall’s smirk and luke’s warned gaze he’s quick to jump on another bet, “a hundred dollars!”

“oh, a hundred dollars, folks! can anyone go higher or do we have a winner?” taylor ramped up the crowd while luke can be heard screaming at his nephew, profanities and light smacks against jess’ shoulder, ordering him to ‘quit it, ya hear me?’

“a hundred and twenty,” replies randall, face full of stream while looking back at jess, strived with motivation and purpose. jess looks back towards you, and you try to plead him to stop, he said he wouldn’t bid high or partake, yet here he was willing to spend a hundred dollars to save you.

he shrugs in apology, well out of his price range and the sound of taylor announcing randall the winner, you smile at him before striding towards the stage where randall waits with the basket full of food.

just as you leave the crowd, you catch sight of jess who throws you another wink before crossing his heart one more time. and you pray to yourself that jess didn’t take long to save the day, randall’s hand all-too close to you as you walk away.

it had been god-awful. randall was far too worth trying, it came across desperate. he boasted of the prior girlfriends he had in hopes you thought he was experienced but only made you realise how insignificant you would be, after telling you of his date last week despite asking you out for months.

your legs swung across the bridge overlooking the lake, for each moment of silence you enjoyed by the trickle of water and swoosh of the trees – only to be ruined when randall’s deep voice undercuts with another foul statement.

your fingers were picking at the crust of fancy bread you choose from the bakery, not willing to eat but wanting to seem preoccupied while randall tells you all about his high grades. that is until a voice interrupts, “oh, i absolutely hate to break this lovely little date you’re on. nice spread, huh?”.

a grin spreads across your face at the voice from behind you, and both of you turn around to see jess standing, hands in his pockets, rolling on the balls of his feet with a contained smirk you could see from just his eyes.

“you bet,” randall replies while continuing to eat the crackers you also brought. jess’ undercut scowl grows soft when he looks from the boy and to you, “luke wants you back for shift.” you’re smirking at him, face unseen by randall as you lean back and raise your hands in faux dismay.

however, randall isn’t amused, “no fair! we’re on a date, mariano.” jess looks disgusted, looking at the horrible attempt at a date – randall sitting like he owns the place, cheese stuck to the sides of his mouth.

through gritted teeth, jess continues, “sorry, rules are rules.” randall taps you, causing you to break your gaze from jess and to look at him instead, “you said you had the day off.” you falter, mouth agape in thought of what to reply, but your saviour steps in once more, “busy day calls for the best staff. y’know, randall, with all the basket dates going on.”

you sigh in relief, making your leave to stand while jess extends his hand to help you up. he wears a wide smile, eyes prideful and gleaming at you as you smirk back at him. his hand doesn’t leave yours, remained intertwined while you use your free one to dust your outfit off from any marks.

“that doesn’t make any sense,” randall interjects the moment, “why would people bring their baskets into a café and eat the food?”. jess knew randall was smart, he actually tried in school but he was an idiot at some common sense that jess could use to his advantage, a small ‘huh’ leaves jess before he replies, “y’know, randall, a lot of things in life don’t make sense”

you’re wide-eyed watching jess, there was something so attractive about him saving the day, speaking up for you, holding your hand. you were entrapped by the boy you called your best friend. he leans past you, a hand extended to randall, “basket, please.”

with a begrudged look to the boy with dripping sarcasm, randall hands it over, feet defeatedly swinging off the bridge as jess looms over him with a look randall didn’t want to cross. you whisper to jess, “ever the gentleman,” you’re both turning away, still hand in hand, and jess glances at you before replying, “well, a gentleman keeps his promise.”

and before you knew it a few footsteps ahead, you broke out into a run, hand intertwined with the boy who saved the day – you both laughing as you left the scene, forgetting all about the try-hard randall defeatedly in his place.

the woods were quiet, the crunching off the leaves getting lower in volume and you both slow down, tired breaths and speckled laughter turning into a comfortable silence paired with the birds whistling in the trees.

every moment you had with jess was one you wanted to mentally keep forever. a mind full of jess keepsakes you could look back and fawn over someone you had grown so comfortable with, your person, the guy you could go to with just about everything. sure, he was sarcastic but he wouldn’t judge – maybe a joke, here and there, but if it’s an upsetting issue jess was nothing but a comforting shoulder, kind and serene voice you could fall asleep to.

you glance at him, and his lope-sided smile hasn’t left his gorgeous face, even when you catch him staring. you can’t break away, a trance you didn’t mind being stuck in forever and something shifts between you both. jess tugs on your hand so you’re standing in front of him, gentle and reassuring squeezes as you feel your back meet a tree.

the view of jess with the scenery behind him, trees floating in the wind, sunlight escaping between the leaves – he was ethereal, and you almost didn’t believe this moment to be true. that’s until the sound of the basket dropping to the ground brings you back.

his hand leaves yours, slowly moving to your jaw while his eyes delicately scan your face in a way that your knees feel weak, jess’ lids half closed before he moves closer to you. you find it hard not to smile during the kiss, jess delicately moving his lips to yours in a moment you have dreamt several times before.

jess’ lips were desperate, nose bumping yours when he tilts his head the other way and you tug on his acdc t-shirt to keep you grounded, obsessed with the feeling of him so close. pulling away, jess glances at your kiss-struck face before pressing another quick peck, both of you wearing tired but loving smiles.

“we should probably make a date out of the remaining food, huh?” you chuckle before agreeing, “oh, there’s still a lot there. turns out randall hates pasta, a long list of fruit, any form of potatoes, and … pretty much everything in here apart from crackers and cheese.”

jess is too busy watching your face, sparkling eyes and your lips moving, you barely say the last word before jess is kissing you again. it’s short but enough to have you at a loss of words, breath-taking.

your trying to regain your composure when he pulls away, his hand holding yours once more while leaning down to grip the basket he abandoned minutes before. “randall… god i hate that guy,” jess murmurs when you both begin to walk in a random direction, unsure where your walk will take you.

“me too. he said my sleeves should be a longer length the moment we caught a moment alone,” you complain, hands swinging between you both as jess scoffs, “insufferable idiot. i mean who hates your pasta? you make the best in town.”

“i know!” you reply, jess pecking you once more with his knowing smirk planted firmly on his face.

“and you look great. you always do.” you feel warm from the compliment, blood rushing to your face as you return with a small, “thank you.” jess turns away from you, walking you through the woods to find a good date spot where he can have a proper moment with you, a place he can keep you to himself for a little longer before returning to the chaos that is stars hollow.

jess squeezes your hand, “it’s good for me anyway, he lost his chances.” you weren’t used to jess being romantic, and you can tell from his lack of eye contact and blushed cheeks that he wasn’t either, but you smile before planting a kiss to his flushed cheek, “like he or anyone else had a chance from the moment you got here.”

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𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 — steve harrington.

pairings ; steve harrington x reader

summary ; four times you were oblivious to steve’s signs, and the one time you weren’t.

word count ; 3805

warnings ; steve being a big ol' softie in love, signs being shut down, some feelings of embarrassment [ on steve's side ], eddie being oblivious and robin trying to help steve. fluff fluff fluff

𝐈. the first time you were oblivious to steve’s signs… was when steve offered you the passenger seat.

it was the middle of summer, sweltering heat along hawkin’s beach and steve had thoroughly enjoyed the day of watching you interact with the kids. his eyes delicately scanning along your sunglass-covered face as you grin and laugh alongside lucas, playing paddled tennis against robin and max by the edge of the water.

the whole time everyone was there, steve was gawking, not listening to a word anyone had to say as he tries to convince himself to do something about the unbearable crush he had on you. “you gotta do something about this,” mike interrupts, cutting off dustin mid-sentence as steve’s heads currently as high as the clouds – watching an angel.

“what do you mean, wheeler?” asks steve, not turning in his position. eddie was unfocused, tongue sticking out his mouth as he tried to effortlessly roll his cigarette, eleven watching him curiously before replying for her boyfriend, “about your crush on y/n.”

he tried to shrug it off, an ‘i don’t know what you mean’ causing the whole group to grunt in reply. everyone knew he was lying, and steve knew they knew. but his love for you came crashing one day and everything made sense to steve all of a sudden, you were the one for him.

steve got into his head quite easily, but nothing compared to when he noticed you in that way. he couldn’t imagine anyone else in that light but you, this whole idea if he was your boyfriend that he had to mentally slap himself – he wasn’t your boyfriend. because he hadn’t gained the confidence to ask you out.

but steve thought that day was different, that he was ready. robin sat down next to him while you sat next to eddie, resting your head tiredly to his shoulder, “i have a plan,” steve had whispered to his best friend.

the group wave nancy and the young teens off, watching as jonathan holds her hand and the kids all chatter, collecting their bikes to ride home from a chilled day at the beach, high off the fun of it all. steve swings the keyring of his car keys around his finger, with purpose, while walking to his car.

you and robin were a few meters behind, giggling and making fun of the way eddie previously fell in the water – hair blocking his eyes while he looked like a kicked puppy. and steve chuckles along, opening the passenger door and turning towards you, here goes nothing.

“y/n-” steve starts but is immediately cut off with a ‘humph’ as eddie jumps onto his back, hands on either of steve’s shoulders with a heavy push and loud howl of laughter upon successfully scaring steve.

“got ya, harrington! god, you should’ve looked at your face! classic!” steve could smell the smoke off his breath, watching eddie who stands in front of him now, glaring while the brunette was far too close to the front passenger seat than steve would like.

you and robin had stopped talking, now watching the interaction unfold with contained grins. “can i sit here or not?” asks eddie, oblivious to the fact that steve was sweating to ask you. unlike everyone else had shared knowing glances the whole day, eddie munson was the complete opposite.

steve stares over at you, ignoring robin’s widely amused eyes and raised eyebrows waiting on her best friend to answer and cover his tracks. but he just sighs, turning back to eddie and nodding defeatedly, “yeah fine, move it.”

“well, thank you for opening the door for me princess, keep doing stuff like this i might get the wrong idea,” steve was unsure how eddie couldn’t see the steam across steve’s face, nearby missing eddie’s clunky foot while slamming the door shut.

once getting in the car, robin leans over to slap the back of eddie’s head, having ruined steve’s plan. while it wasn’t full proof or obvious, robin still felt for steve. the boy has his head against the steering wheel, contemplating his decisions while eddie curses at robin.

“are you okay?” you ask steve in the oh-so-sweet voice you have, the very one he fell in love with and steve sits up, staring at the beach from his parking space, “don’t you just hate it that there’s not an extra seat up here?” asks steve.

eddie pulls a face at steve while robin only shakes her head knowingly at the stream of tries, while you reply, “i mean yeah? they used to have an extra seat in some cars last decade but i’m not sure it was safe, steve.” and steve can only blush while starting his car.

before steve can ask if you’re okay to be dropped off last, in his final attempt, eddie – now the vein of steve’s life – perks up in the seat that was supposed to be yours, “harrington! could you drop me last? i need to stop off at the record place, the new mötley crüe record is finally out.”

steve refrains slamming his head against the steering wheel once more to save an upcoming concussion.

𝐈𝐈. the second time you were oblivious to steve’s signs… was when he asked you to the movies.

one of the hundreds of reasons steve loved you was the fact you worked in a bakery. an added bonus that it was across the street from family video where he worked. it meant you’d spend your lunch break bringing over spare pastries and heavenly good hot chocolate for him and robin.

it was the best part of steve’s shifts, spent behind counter while robin stocked. or vice versa. it was a boring job, but pays well for working with his best friend. so, robin sits on the dirty hard floor by the comedy section, marking off and updating the comedies of the month while steve doodles on the company notebook, not a customer in sight for the monday afternoon.

a large black inked line covers the page when steve looks up, his hand losing itself when he catches the sight of you – paper bag in one hand, a tray of hot drinks in the other, and a hop in your step. steve swoons utterly and entirely, the smile on your face while opening the shop door enough to make steve harrington’s knees weak and heart thumping in his chest.

“y/n,” he whispers, quietly and pathetically when the bell chimes, the door closing behind you. robin’s head peaks from the side of the aisle, waving at you from her spot, “hey y/n, how’s your day been?”

you wave back at her, before your eyes quickly find steve’s once more – shy grins as you walk to the counter he sits at – placing the paper bag filled with pastries upon it. you were so sweet, how did steve find someone so sweet? how could he not love someone so very sweet?

his inner thoughts cut off, “good! mr. barclay came in today, gave me a new movie recommendation.” you are referring to the sweet old man who comes into the bakery most days, a regular customer who used to shop and read the newspaper with his wife. until one day, it was just him there forward.

“oh yeah? something we’ll have here?” steve asks you, from his spot, eyes simply gleaming. you start unpacking the bakery food while replying, “no, it’s just came into the cinema! so i’ll need to go see it sometime, it sounds really good!”

steve immediately notices his pastry you pick out for him each time, you know him too well. a chocolate croissant and blueberry muffins to pair with. “robin, i brought you both food!” you pipe up, trying to look back to the light brunette who’s lost in the length of movies.

“i’ll be right there!” robin speaks from her spot, hoping steve catches on to her absence.

perfect! steve thinks, now’s my chance!

“say… do you need some company? i’d be happy to go see the movie with you, we could go tonight?” steve tries to sound cool, like most of his player high-school years aren’t completely out the window and he’s embarrassed at how little he’s dated in years after nancy freaking wheeler.

your eyes shine at his, sliding the cup of chocolate towards him as well as the warm pastries you heated up especially for them and steve’s nervous for you to reply.

“i’d love that, stevie!” he huffs a sigh of relief upon your confirmation, it was a date! he was going to take you on a date to the movies tonight, steve’s mind swings with possibility during a beat of silence. what he’d wear, what he’d bring you, snacks he’d buy you both, holding your hand, walking you to your front door.

it doesn’t last too long, as robin stands from her spot, dusting off her brown plaid trousers from the dark dust and you turn to her, “are you free tonight, robs? i should ask eddie and nancy too! i would ask the kids, but it sounded too cheesy for the kids taste? i could phone dustin and see if they would.”

steve’s heart plummets, and robin notices too quickly as she paces towards them, before she could claim she’s not free in order to score steve time with you alone, you’re leaning over steve to grip their work phone and dial the kid’s number.

picking up the chocolate croissant, steve doesn’t even care if there’s a few dotted marks of chocolate around his top lip – sadly eating his food while watching you enthuse of steve’s plan. robin pats his shoulder, sipping her own chocolate drink with sympathy written across her face.

at least steve would still get to spend time with you, even if it wasn’t alone, on what he could’ve made a date.

another time, steve thinks.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. the third time you were oblivious to steve’s signs… was when he offered you his jacket.

a night with everyone had been spent outside eddie’s trailer, or as steve was now calling him – eddie ‘the ruiner’ munson ever since he wedged himself in the seat between you and steve on the cinema night. claiming that he wanted to sit next to you, because you both liked salted popcorn unlike steve’s ‘horrific’ comment on his preference of sweet popcorn.

as the night went on and the sky went a pitch black, despite the summer season the air was cold and breezy throughout hawkin’s. everyone sat in chairs around the fire, steve lucky enough to actually be sat next to you and not listening to munson’s loud chewing.

poor eddie, robin would say again, if she knew what steve was thinking. the guy never did anything wrong, just got in the way of steve’s advances towards you. and sure, maybe they weren’t that obvious, maybe they were stupid ways to show his interest rather than outwardly admitting his feelings and ensuring that when he’s asking you out that it’s a date for just you and him.

not the entirety of his friend group.

you had shivered beneath your sweatshirt, not enough to keep the cold at bay. steve turns away from watching lucas and dustin dummy fight, loud howling laughter overcutting the rock music playing from eddie’s record player in his bedroom – open window allowing the music to travel.

you were beyond beautiful to him. the whole night he had listened to each of the stories you told holding such interest, and even when someone else was telling a story – steve would watch you. your expressions and reactions much more swooning than any story about mike accidentally stealing a bag of candy last week without knowing.

to everyone but you, it was beyond obvious. steve was head over heels for you, and eddie had even played the song ‘head over heels’ by tears for fears to poke fun but the joke backfired on the fact that he owned a tears for fears record.

you were listening to robin and nancy converse, sinking into your seat comfortably while trying to undercut how cold you were that you didn’t notice steve staring once more. watching as you rub your sweatshirt-covered arms for some heat or close your eyes tiredly every so often.

“do you want my jacket?” he leaned over to whisper to you, your dull and achy eyes opening to turn to your best friend – who’s breath is fanning your face, sending an ounce of warmth across you.

“what?” you ask him, a bit out of it and confused at how intense steve stares at you, shivers running across your body you’re not sure if it’s the effects of the temperature or of steve. he chuckles, warmly and kindly, “you’re freezing, i can tell. do you want to wear my jacket?”

you furrow your eyebrows, “but what about you?” you asked, everyone tuning into the conversation with knowing glances and expectant smirks. mike kicking steve’s foot teasingly from his other side, steve kicking him right back.

“i’m fine don’t worry about me, stevie. want to make sure you’re warm too,” you reply and steve wants to crawl into a hole and scream at how unaware you are, or at how stupid he’s being in sending shitty signs.

steve starts to shuffle his jacket off his shoulders, assuring you, “i have a sweater on, trust me, i’ll be fine. here, you can borrow it.” he extends his offer, bomber jacket in his hand and lifted towards you and you stare longingly at the jacket before back up at steve, worried, “no, steve. it’s okay, i swear.”

he’s defeated once again, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable by continuously asking but steve’s unsure how to make his love known when they’re not small loving gestures like this – trying to keep you warm on a cold hawkin’s night.

“i’m freezing over here, stevie,” max cuts in, teasing him while the other kids snicker beside her. steve tears his glance from you and to the redhead, wearing a large smirk and gleaming eyes that steve would complain about later.

“shut it, mayfield.”

but steve chucks the jacket towards max, ignoring the hushed giggles and sympathetic stares as he tries to think about how he could escape this situation, and how he’d go about it next time – maybe when he isn’t in the same space as all his friends but a moment he catches you alone.

he’s willing to try again.

𝐈𝐕. the fourth time you were oblivious to steve’s signs… was when he was blatantly obvious.

“you think it would be weird if you became more than friends with your best friend?” steve had asked into the quiet room, allowing you to easily hear from under his arm. a movie night was in order when robin was out of town, steve had spent lunch with you alone and mustered up the courage to a ‘totally casual not at all terrifying’ movie night where he could try to show you he loved you again.

he immediately regrets his words, way to be subtle harrington, steve thought. he fears he came across too forward and might scare you off from the idea of dating steve harrington, your best friend.

‘some kind of wonderful’ plays on his living-room television, a new friends to lovers movie that steve purposely picked out the romcom section in tune for tonight. he was a little worried, incase you felt overwhelmed by it all and it might affect your friendship that steve was desperate to make something more.

you take another handful of the bowl of salted popcorn sitting atop steve’s lap, and steve looks down to you when you begin to reply, your eyebrows are furrowed but you look far from offended or scared by his comment, “you’re my best friend, steve?”

both of you knew he was, and had been for the past few years of previously fighting inter-dimensional monsters in order to save hawkin’s and their own lives. it was hard not to be when steve was one to protect you from danger, or when you cleaned him up every time he was knocked around pretty bad.

you were both there for each other, not knowing whether it was friendly or something more.

“i wouldn’t find it weird,” steve’s blatant in his reply, you could probably hear his thumping heart, his head feels light-headed from his comment as he swoons and debates over what you might respond. god, he hoped you understood what he was getting at.

your eyebrows relax, eyes still scanning the artificial screen before humming, leaning back into steve’s side. your arms tighten him in a squeeze around his waist and follow the plot of the movie, head against his chest.

you hummed. that’s it. not a thought into what he just said as you focus on the movie ahead, he knew it wasn’t intentional of you and gets defeated once more – if he’s blatantly obvious what more could he do?

steve’s head lobs against the back of his couch, out of your eyeline while he holds in a groan. shot down once again. steve wasn’t sure how much longer he could take this. the white ceiling posing as much more interesting than the tv screen as the pair of friends finally get together, steve was far too jealous of the characters to look.

he was willing to try one more time in an attempt to make a move.

𝐕. the one time you were not oblivious to steve’s signs… was when he wasn’t trying.

steve had nearly given up on trying. his next option was to tell you he loved you and that’s that. if you reciprocated then that was amazing, but steve feared for his found friendship with you – he wasn’t sure he was willing to risk that.

you were aware of steve’s closing ‘move’. his all-time move had been discussions around girls at school, you overheard during gym – watching as steve excels at track performance – as girls whisper to one another ‘steve did his move last night, can you believe it?’

you’d also heard steve tell his friends, he’d told robin of it before while you were around – steve thinking you were listening to nancy’s discussion. or when he had advised eddie of his move when eddie scored a date, that it ‘never failed’ as his closing date routine.

so when steve walked you to your door after dropping you off from a night at his, the last stop after eleven’s, you were unaware that steve was contemplating whether to tell you he loved you or not.

it was running around steve’s head, this could be the moment that made or broke your relationship with him. depending on how you felt. steve was too in his head, debating with his inner thoughts.

you unlocked the door before turning to steve, either of you facing one another and you could tell steve’s head was elsewhere. “steve,” you assure, breaking him from his reverie – his eyes go wide and glance at you when you continue, “thank you for tonight.”

all thoughts leave his head, “oh, yeah-yeah, of course. thank you for coming, y/n.” before you knew it, steve’s arm was stretched beside you, his hand landed on the wall behind you. almost closing you in, an attempt to continue the conversation.

however, before steve can start, you’re gasping loudly. the sight of steve’s arm beside you and his eyes staring down at yours making your head feel woozy and overwhelmed, “steve!” you gasp again.

your best friend’s eyebrows are furrowed, utterly confused by your reaction when he hadn’t even said anything. “what’s wrong?” he asks, lips parted in an attempt to form more words, however, all more sentences fade him when he watches how shocked you are.

“your move!”

steve’s head lobs forward, ushering you to continue as a feeling quite similar to mortified seeps through his veins. “that’s what you do on the girls you date! the move! why are you doing that?” you ask him, he could tell you were embarrassed yourself – feet shuffling as you awaited his answer.

steve’s whole face feels warm and he’s sure despite the dark night – you could see the entirety of his red face as embarrassment settles into the pit of his stomach.

“that’s what you noticed? you noticed this lame move?” steve’s loud and amused by the fact before admitting his love for you – you notice the uncool move he used to pull on dates. not the offer of his passenger seat all the way to him blatantly stating he wouldn’t mind being more than friends.

he never expected to pull that move, you meant more to him than the lame end-of-date attempt he used to try on girls he liked. because it was you, and you were much more to him.

steve was unequivocally in love with you, and he hadn’t been so in love before. so why would he try his odd hand pose in order to scoop you up and swoon you when he could offer a jacket or blatantly ask you out instead.

“what do you mean?” you ask steve, unsure of what he’s getting at. as if there was more to it than his old school move. he chuckles, shuffling so his arm is back by his side, but now steve has moved a step closer to you that the brown hazel in his eyes are more apparent, shining down at you.

“honey, i’ve been try to tell you for months now how much i’m in love with you.” your mouth gapes, the corners threatening to pull upwards in a smile as you choke, “w-what?” your hand settles on his chest, stepping closer to him.

and by your reaction steve is less scared, you’re not running down the street or slamming the door on his face – only moving closer and smiling up at him. and steve only falls in love more in that moment, “you love me?”

steve eyes scan your face after your question, and you watch as they do, so delicate and sweet like the steve you have always known but now here he is, confessing that he loves you and it’s all tying together and the possibilities seem endless all of a sudden.

“aw, c’mere already,” steve states, breaking the small gap between you both as a kiss settles to your lips. his hand is at the small of your back, pulling you closer to him as he bids not to let you go. your hands reach up to his face, in disbelief you’re kissing steve harrington, your best friend, your touch to his cheeks brings you back to earth.

you weren’t so oblivious anymore, steve thought, glad the whole ordeal’s over as he smiles against your lips, never wanting to pull away.

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