Can I talk about Platonic Moxiety for a minute?
  • Virgil calling Patton “Dad” 
  • Cuddling on the couch because Virgil needs to feel safe and loved
  • Hugs
  • “Kiddo” 
  • Patton learning to cook Virgil’s favorite foods to encourage Virgil to eat more
  • Patton wearing eyeliner one day to support his emo son
  • Patton asking to listen to the music Virgil likes 
  • Virgil agreeing to smile for a family picture because Patton wants him to
  • Virgil sensing when Patton is having a bad day and going out of his way to make a dad joke for him
  • Virgil genuinely enjoying Patton’s dad jokes even if he tries to hide his laugh
  • Patton living for Virgil’s laugh
  • Watching Winnie the Pooh together
  • Giving each other teddies: Patton gives Virgil a Winnie the Pooh, and Virgil gives Patton an Eeyore, and they love their respective plushies very much
  • Patton understanding when Virgil needs to just be sad
  • Virgil understanding when Patton needs to just be sad
  • Silent support
  • More hugs
  • Patton taking care of Virgil when he’s sick
  • Virgil being scared and not knowing what to do when Patton is sick so he begs Logan to take care of Patton but he’s hovering in the background ready to get anything Logan needs
  • Virgil being defensive of any perceived slight against Patton (”You don’t have to be MEAN to him…”) 
  • “Best Friends” 
  • Virgil getting the warm parental love and acceptance and affection he needs
  • Patton loving his dark strange son so very much

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You and Chris always have a cup of coffee in the evenings while cuddling together on the couch. But after having a terrible fight that ends in you moving out, he cannot even smell coffee without thinking about you. This prompts him to look for you and beg you to come back, because even though it may seem silly to you, it’s made him realize he cannot live without you.

qualitycherryblossombouquet  asked:

💌 with enjoltaire

  • Who is more likely to send cutesy texts to the other?

I feel like Enjolras would? Like.. not at first because he thinks he’s going to make a fool of himself, and how do people do this, it’s worst than sexting! But then he gets into it and he texts Grantaire all about how he wants to go home and cuddle on the couch and bury himself in Grantaire’s oversized sweater. 

And Grantaire’s like: “gay.”

anonymous asked:

43. are you ashamed of me?


a/n: thanks for requesting honey, i hope this was okay! also, i figured i could do little prompts whenever, instead of just one night!


You were slumped on the couch, cuddled into yourself as you continued to scroll through your phone, replying to any work emails you hadn’t already. Shawn wandered into the lounge of his apartment, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, mumbling something against it that you didn’t understand.

“Huh?” You asked as he pulled away, leaning on the back of the couch and eyeing the mass of emails that hurdled through your notifications. He looked back to you. “I said I’m going live in the bedroom, you might as well watch a movie while I do it.” He repeated himself, and you now noticed the collection of movies in his hands. 

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louisandthedagger  asked:

listen alicia they literally got out of bed just to be papped and after that was finished they went to their house to have dinner and play with their dogs??????????? and they watched movies?????????????????? and now they are cuddling in their couch drinking wine

stopppp that literally happened i’m cryign

anonymous asked:

6, 16, 25

6: Age you get mistaken for?

I don’t get mistaken for any age. People pretty much think I’m the age that I am. I also don’t socialize enough for that….

16: I’ll love you if…

If you just treat me like I’m a person. No manipulation, no trying to force me into a mold of something perfect. I just want to chill on a couch and cuddle. I don’t have a “you have to” kind of thing. You just have to treat me like a human being and give me some freedom. I.e. let me go out with my friends sometimes. If you end up staying home alone I’ll bring you back your favorite food, drink, or something. We can spend the rest of the night together. But don’t demand I give up my social freedoms for you. If you get jealous of something, fucking tell me. I’m not gonna get mad, I’m gonna figure out how to fix the damn problem. But I can’t read minds and you shouldn’t expect me to. I want health, freedom, and love. For both of us.

25: My idea of a perfect date?

I’ve answered this question from a different meme before but; anything really. And I mean that. Wanna go out to an amusement park? I can’t ride the rides but I’ll by God hold your crap while you have fun on them and play the little carnival type games and eat a shit ton of crappy food. Wanna read a book at home? Cool lean back on me and I’ll read my own. Netflix? Candle lit dinner? Exploring downtown wherever? Abso-frikkin-lutely just uh… Let me grab my mace I’m still paranoid. As long as I’m with my partner I do not give a fuck what we’re doing. As long as we’re not dying–

BTS / Mafia AU - Your first kiss after an arranged marriage

REQUEST: Sooo here is a request ❤❤  Exo or Bts Mafia Au .. (Again with arranged marriege) buuutt this time like the first time they kiss you or your wedding night .. Btw love your blog 😊😊            

thank you for this request, i hope you enjoy! 💕


WARNING: some strong language & sexual themes.


Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

It felt like this night was going on forever. You hated public gatherings but this was far worse than anything you could have imagined. You said hi to at least fifty people in the last ten minutes alone.

The only thing that made this night a little less exhausting was the fact that Jin wasn’t leaving your side. He had his hand on your waist and politely guided you around, expertly avoiding people he didn’t like so neither of you would have to say hi to them.

“I’m probably having the worst night of my life,” you admitted, sipping your third glass of champagne and still feeling as sober as ever.

“Come on, am I really that bad?” Jin asked with a half-smile.

“It’s not you,” you said. “It’s the people. They’re all so boring. And this ball, in general. What’s the point of it? If it’s to bore me to death, then it succeeded.”

Jin laughed at this. “I might know a solution to your problem.”

“Oh?” you looked at him, suddenly very interested. “At this point, I’m up for anything.”

“Let’s go, then,” Jin said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

He pulled you to the back of the venue, next to the kitchens, where he opened one of the cupboards the janitors used and revealed his very own secret stash of alcohol. Gasping in excitement, you grabbed the first bottle you saw.

“If I get too drunk to walk, do you promise you’ll help me get home?” you asked before opening the bottle.

Jin laughed. “Always.”

You nodded, opening the bottle and taking a swig without bothering about glasses.

“Okay, easy, now,” Jin warned, after noticing that you haven’t stopped drinking and there was now less than half of the liquid left in the bottle.

You finally pulled the bottle away, wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, and smiled at him.

“Now this ball seems much better,” you told him with glittering eyes while Jin grabbed the bottle from your hands and finished it off.

Less than fifteen minutes later, the two of you were so drunk that you couldn’t see straight and all of a sudden, everything seemed ten times as hilarious. You were both surprised to learn that both of you were very cuddly when drunk.

You walked down the venue hand-in-hand, or stopped in the middle of the room to cuddle, making people stop and stare with smiles on their faces.

“Young love,” people from older generations muttered as they watched the two of you laugh at the way Jin’s bow tie spun when he moved it.

Soon, however, you raised your eyes from Jin’s bow tie to meet his eyes, and slowly your laughter died down. Jin stopped moving too, once your eyes met.

It felt like a special moment passed between you two. Everything was no longer funny. Instead of that, both of you felt the indescribable urge to feel each other’s lips.

You raised your hand, clumsily brushing it along his cheek and touching his lips. Jin whimpered at your touch and grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

Another moment passed.

And then finally, Jin leaned in, connecting your lips and sparking an energy so strong that it felt as if the lights of the venue had gone out for a moment. As you felt his lips on yours, you felt such a grandiose feeling; it was as if this was everything you’ve waited for in life. The culmination of the movie. The highest peak of your story.

Jin pulled away momentarily, taking your face into his hands.

“Take a deep breath,” he said to you, breathlessly. “Because I’m going to kiss you again, but this time, I’m not pulling away.”


Originally posted by the9397

It was your first proper date after the wedding and the two of you looked like you were two teenagers out on a first date.

Yoongi had shyly asked if he could hold your hand and you blushed before agreeing. You had never imagined that a man as dangerous as him could also be so soft and caring. But he kept on surprising you. Like, when you sat down for some ice cream and he carefully brushed the ice cream from the side of your mouth, forcing your heart to race. Or how he moved you to a side when a careless boy on a bike drove through a puddle and almost splashed you.

Then, once the date was nearing the end and the two of you were almost home, Yoongi stopped suddenly.

“You know what I just realized?” he asked.


“That I’m going to miss a crucial part of a date,” he said. “I can’t walk you home. Because we live together.”

You laughed at this. “Is it really that crucial?”

“Of course! That’s when the kiss happens!”

A smile spread across your face at this, causing Yoongi to smile back at you.

“Well, you can walk me to my bedroom…” you suggested. “And if things go right, I might invite you in for some coffee…”

“Coffee, huh?” Yoongi’s smile was now from ear to ear. “I love drinking coffee in bedrooms.”

You laughed at this and both of you continued to walk until you reached your house. Then, with glittering eyes, the two of you headed up the stairs and stopped just outside of your bedroom.

“I feel a lot of pressure right now,” Yoongi admitted, laughing a little.

You smiled. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he interrupted you with a reassuring nod. “Believe me. I really want to.”

You had nothing to reply and suddenly the only sound in the hallway was the loud beating of both of your hearts. Somehow, they managed to find a rhythm.

Yoongi leaned into you and finally touched your lips with his own, and the two of you moved in perfect synchronization with the beat of your hearts. Neither one of you needed air anymore. You were breathing each other.

Yoongi pulled away a moment later. “Was that right?”

You smiled, remember the conversation you had earlier. Slowly, you turned the handle of your bedroom door, allowing him to enter.

“It was more than right,” you said, waiting until he stepped inside. “I want you to do that again.”

You closed the door and watched Yoongi turn around to face you. “I can do so much more than that.”


Originally posted by theseoks

Hoseok was acting weird. He seemed distant and unhappy. You tried to give him some space, thinking that maybe he was just stressed and anxious about a job he had to do. But two weeks later, he still walked around the house with a sullen expression. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Hoseok,” you said, as the two of you sat at the dinner table next to each other. “You’ve been poking your food for the past fifteen minutes. What’s wrong?”

Hoseok raised his head and looked at you with a spaced-out expression. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“No, something is definitely wrong,” you disagreed. “You’ve been weird. I thought you’d get better but you just seem to be getting worse. Seriously, what’s wrong? Is there anything I can do to help?”

Hoseok put the cutlery down and sighed. “I don’t think this is working.”

Your stomach dropped.

“What is?” you asked slowly. “Are you talking about us?”

Hoseok nodded.

“I don’t know why you’re even with me,” he said dryly. “My family doesn’t even make that much money in comparison to others. And I’m just not good enough for you. You could do so much better.”

Your eyes widened as you listened to this. “What the hell are you talking about? Where is this coming from?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s what I’ve come to realize. I don’t want to trap you here like we’re living in some modern-life Beauty and the Beast. You can leave if you—”

Groaning, you got up from your seat, grabbed your face in his hands and placed a kiss on his mouth, effectively shutting him up. When you pulled away a second later, Hoseok looked like he’s been shaken to the core.

“I’m sorry I just did that,” you said. “But I’m also not sorry at all. I don’t know why you’re suddenly saying any of those things, but I don’t want to leave. Why would I? You’re everything I could want and more.”

Hoseok just blinked as if he had completely lost the ability to speak.

“You don’t want to leave?” he asked quietly a few minutes later.

“Of course not!” you said, almost angry now. “Why would I ever want to leave? I’m not stupid, I know very well I’d never find anyone as caring, as humble, and as beautiful as you.”

Hoseok swallowed. “Are you just saying that to make me feel better?”

“I’m not,” you said. “I’m saying that to make you see that everything you said before was complete nonsense and—”

“Can you kiss me again?”

“I—yes. Yes, I can.”

And you did. Many times. Over and over. And you would have kissed him as many times as he wanted if only that helped him see that he was the one for you. Even though you didn’t choose to marry him, you wouldn’t have traded what you had with him for anything.


Originally posted by aestheticpinkjoon

You and Namjoon were cuddling on the couch in the living room, watching a third action movie in a row. If the first two kept you at the edge of your seat, this last one was basically putting both of you to sleep. The action and drama were still there, but you two were simply too tired to experience any adrenaline.

With hazy eyes, you raised your head from Namjoon’s chest to check if he was awake, and were surprised to find him already staring at you.

“Hi,” you said lamely and saw him smile at this.

“Hey,” he replied. “Are you tired?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “But I don’t want to move.”

“Don’t,” Namjoon said, wrapping his arms around your waist under the blanket that covered you both. “Let’s stay like this.”

“But aren’t you tired?”

“I am,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “But I’m also comfortable here. Like this.”

You smiled in content, raising your head again to place a quick thank-you kiss on his cheek, only Namjoon turned his head. You gasped in shock when your lips came in contact with his, but you were too tired to jump away from him.

You pulled away a few centimeters to look at him and saw his shocked face.

“I’m sorry, I wanted to—” you started.

“Can I?” Namjoon cut you off. “Kiss you, I mean. On the lips. Please?”

Swallowing, you nodded, and after a few quick – but torturous – moments, his lips touched yours again. Neither one of you pulled away now, as he held your lips between his in a kiss that none of you realized you’ve been waiting for.

Your hands wrapped around his neck as the movie playing in the background seemed to go silent, and the only important sound in the room was the sound of your hearts beating against each other in your chests, and the sound of your lips brushing against each other in heated kisses. And this created a melody so beautiful that both of you wanted to listen to it for the rest of your lives.


Originally posted by baking-suga-kookies

All through the concert that Jimin sneaked you into, you couldn’t believe that it was truly happening. You were seeing your favorite band perform live only because your husband dared to risk his reputation and his safety by dragging you out of the house, despite his family’s protests.

You knew very well the two of you were going to get into a lot of trouble. You could be kicked out of the house. Out of the family, even.

But as you listened to your favorite song play and watched the reflection of the stage lights in the eyes of the light-haired boy next to you, you didn’t care about anything that was going to happen after tonight.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Jimin told you all of a sudden.

You hadn’t even realized you’ve been looking at him all of this time. “Why not?”

“Because this look in  your eyes makes me want to kiss you.”

Overwhelmed by the wide range of emotions you’ve been experiencing, you exhaled slowly, and told him, “Do it,” in a challenging tone.

Jimin wasted no time, pulling you closer to him, and capturing your lips between his before you could change your mind. But you weren’t going to. You were just scared of not getting enough of him, because the feeling of his soft lips moving against yours and his hands roaming up and down your sides, was addicting.

When Jimin pulled away, you saw need in his eyes, and you were sure he saw the same thing in yours.

“Kiss me again,” you whispered.

And he did.

He kept kissing you through every song, and even the songs that you didn’t like very much became your favorite ones when his lips were on yours.

Once the concert was over, and you asked Jimin what his favorite part of the show was, he turned to look at you, and with no hesitation whatsoever, replied, “You.”


Originally posted by xxtaetaexx

Taehyung had already told you that he didn’t want to date anyone else. And yet, despite knowing that he took his marriage seriously, you still felt insecure.

“I don’t understand why you don’t want to go to the ball with me,” Taehyung said, already standing in a suit, on his way out of the door. “It would be really rude of us if I showed up alone since we were both invited.”

“Tell them I’m sick or something,” you said, shrugging your shoulders.

“No, but tell me the reason why you don’t want to go,” Taehyung continued to push you. “Is it because of me? Do you not want to appear in public with me or something?”

You looked down. “No. It’s rather the opposite.”

“What?” Taehyung frowned in confusion. “What do you mean? You think I don’t want to go out with you?”

You didn’t answer that but you didn’t have to. He understood.

“Y/n, please tell me the reason why you refuse to go to this ball with me isn’t because you think you’re not worthy of me or something,” he said. “Because if it is, then it’s the most stupid reason ever.”

“It’s not stupid,” you told him, finally daring to look up at him again. “Look, if you weren’t stuck being married to me, you could have anyone you want. So, frankly, I just don’t understand why are you even wasting your time with me.”

“First of all, I’m not wasting my time. Second of all, I’m not stuck. I could get out of this marriage if I wanted to. But I don’t.”

“Right. You say that now but your opinion might change,” you said. “Maybe you just don’t realize that you’re out of my league and that under normal circumstances, I’d never have a chance with you. You’d never want me and—”

Your words got stuck in your throat when you felt his lips on yours.  Not pulling away to give you a chance to calm your heart down, Taehyung kissed you harder, trying to show you how wrong you were.

When he finally pulled away, he gave you a small smile. “Sorry. I just didn’t know how else to shut you up.”

“T-that’s okay,” you stuttered.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, you know,” he said then. “And I can’t believe I only dared to finally kiss you when you thought I would never.”

“I’m—” you started but were cut off again.

“If you tell me you don’t believe me when I tell you that I want you, I’m going to have to kiss you again,” he warned. “And I might not pull away this time.”

“B-but the ball…”

“Fuck the ball,” Taehyung said. “I want you to know how much I want you.”


Originally posted by donewithjeon

Jungkook kept walking around the house with his head down, seemingly deep in thought. Even when he was talking to you. Actually, especially when he was talking to you. He wouldn’t even raise his eyes to meet yours.

“Hey, what’s the problem?” you asked him one night when the two of you were hanging out in his bedroom, watching movies. “Last time you looked at me was two centuries ago.”

Jungkook turned his head but didn’t raise his eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I mean look at me,” you said.

“I am,” he replied, but his eyes were on your waist.

“Look me in the eyes,” you said with a groan.

Jungkook bit his lip and slowly allowed his gaze to climb up your body and stop on your eyes.

“Okay, good,” you nodded encouragingly, all while keeping eye contact with him, afraid that if you blinked, he’d look away again. “Now tell me what’s the problem.”

“There’s no problem,” Jungkook insisted but his eyes left yours again.

Sighing, you removed your hands from under the blanket and raised them to cup his face and turn him to look at you. You watched his cheeks turn rosy under your hands at this unexpected action.

“You know what your behavior kind of reminds me of?” you asked him, suddenly smiling.

Jungkook shook his head, not answering.

“Little boys in elementary school. Like, when they have a crush on someone and they’re so scared of that someone finding out. They just steal glances and then completely ignore their crush if a conversation arises.”

Jungkook swallowed slowly. “Are you calling me a little boy?”

“Well, you’re acting like one,” you shrugged your shoulders, letting his face go.

All of a sudden, just as you were removing your hands from his face, Jungkook grabbed your wrists, pushing you backward – so you were forced to lie down on your back – and towering above you.

“I’m not a little boy,” he said, his rosy cheeks now replaced with dilated pupils and an expression so focused, you felt shivers run down your body.

Not sure if you’ll find your voice, you leaned up closer to him. “Prove it.”

Within seconds of these words leaving your mouth, Jungkook roughly placed his lips on yours, forcing you to lie back down on the bed. As you kissed him back, already feeling the lack of air in your lungs, you knew that this wouldn’t end with just kissing. Jungkook was going to prove it to you and he was going to prove it good.


Pairing; Jeon Jungkook  x Reader

Words; 4.2k

Genre; Smut with a plot 

Summary;  ❝Envy is the art of counting another’s blessing instead of your own❞

Aka; Jungkook is envious of your new relationship after he rejected your feelings

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anonymous asked:

I love how you guys write Reddie especially sleepy Eddie!! Can I get more of sleepy Eddie pleeeeeeeeasssee?? Maybe like, some other members of the LC pretend to be Richie so they can see him be all soft lmaoooo!! Thanks

Hell yeah you can Sleepy!Eddie is my guilty pleasure :]

(This was only small so I’m just going to post it like this - Admin Tozier) 

When Beverly entered the living room of the Kaspbrak residence what she expected was painfully-clean carpets, dust-eradicated surfaces and, if she was being more dramatic, plastic sheets to be covered all the furniture.  What she didn’t expect was to see the only male of the home, curled up, knees almost against his chest, hands twisted into fists resting in front of his face and swallowed by a dark green hoodie that she instantly recognised as Richie’s from the ketchup stain on the right shoulder.

The sight shocked her so much that she paused her step, Stan bumping into the back of her with an indignant grunt. He followed her surprised and adoring gaze. He cocked an eyebrow before furrowing them. 

“Why’s Eddie on the couch? He hates sleeping on the couch.” He muttered. The two of them flinched suddenly as the unnoticed TV clicked onto a channel after previously being on low-volumed static. Beverly leaned down to push at Eddie’s shoulder, lightly. 

“Hey? Eddie?” She whispered but pulled back quickly as he stretched his arms out, a small yawn roaring from his throat. 

“Richie? Baby?” He murmured, rubbing his eyes. Beverly and Stan’s jaws dropped and they looked at each other, a silent phrase said in unison. Oh my fucking god. 

Beverly grabbed Stan’s arm, a grin spreading across her face, “That is so adorable, holy shit! They call each other baby?!“ 

But Stan was hardly listening, his mouth slanting into a mischievous smirk and he crouched down across from Eddie. Stan and Richie were original best friends - it was just fact. Stan had known Richie the longest, a full glorious and emotionally-taxing 15 years now, so he liked to think, though he also sort of knew, given how much Bill had chuckled and complimented over it, that he could do a pretty accurate impression of his best friend. And now it will finally come in handy. 

“Yeah, Eds, it’s me.” He drawled and Beverly smacked a hand over her mouth to stop her rough snort, bending over in silent laughter. 

Eddie smiled sleepily, reaching out a sweater engulfed hand towards the sound of Stan’s voice, shifting back on the couch, “Cuddle with me, baby?“ 

Beverly was sat on the floor beside Stan now, both her hands clamped on her face, red with both laughter and joy at the adorableness of the relationship both her best friends shared. Stan was grinning wildly now, ignoring Eddie’s limp sweater drooped arm to mutter, “Gimme a minute, Spaghetti-head.“ 

Eddie groaned, curling tighter in himself similar to a grumpy cat, his brow scrunched cutely and voice taking an adorable edge of a sluggish whine, "Chee, baby, come on, you’re so warm. I’m cold." 

Stan felt like this heart was going to explode along with his teeth breaking from the cavities slowly forming in all of his mouth. Beverly was pulling out her phone, her mouth screwed tightly to keep her laughs in, Richie’s contact name blaring from the screen as she motioned to the door. Stan nodded, giving in with that sweet, cuddly Eddie was way better than an angry, embarrassed Eddie. 

He could hear the faint conversation with Richie, Beverly mentioning their initial plan to ask Eddie for help with their English homework but then of the picture they stumbled upon. 

”…yeah, he’s sleeping on the couch calling for out you, baby.“ She teased, biting her lip to stop her grin. She heard a crashing noise and then an abnormally loud, "I’M ON MY WAY.” before she was hit with a dial tone. 

Wandering back in, she tugged on Stan’s sleeve and jerked her head to the door. Stan nodded and stood, watching for a moment as Eddie rubbed his eyes again. They had made it to the door and had just opened it when Richie was stood there looking distinctly dishevelled and hand poised mid-air as he had been about to open the door. 

“Did you fucking sprint here?” Stan asked as they curved around one another to switch positions on the doorstep. 

“Maybe,” Richie replied breathlessly and disappeared into the living room.
Just before Stan left, rolling his eyes at how it had fallen to him to close the door as Beverly had skipped down the steps towards their bikes, he caught a quick exchange between the two of them.

“Eds, baby?" 

"Chee! Cuddle?" 

A deep chuckle, ”‘Course, Spaghetti, nowhere else I’d want to be. I love you.“ 

The last voice was muffled, "Love you, too." 

Stan was smiling as he closed the door.

Halloween with the stranger things older characters would include:

Originally posted by humorgifs

AN: It’s Halloween after all!

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Originally posted by vanish

(steve harrington x reader)

summary: a series of snapshots between the reader and steve during the last summer before college.

word count: 5,975 words

 a/n: this is for @ughjoekeery​‘s wonderland writing challenge! the prompt was i’ll be your quiet afternoon crush. this has been the hardest thing i’ve ever written, but also the one i’m most proud of. it’s easily the most cathartic thing i’ve ever written. i’m pretty sure that there’s a significant piece of me that’ll stay with this. enjoy!

If the two of you were seasons, then Steve would be the summer, and you would be the winter.

Steve was loud and present, constantly demanding your attention. He was all of the highs and none of the lows. He was late night road trips and lazing around at the beach and skinny dipping in his pool. He was the hand on your shoulder, the whisper in your ear telling you to enjoy the moment. He was the nostalgia, the yearning for times that had long since passed.

You were the opposite. You were soft and drifting, more interested in reading and staying behind the scenes. You were quiet nights clutching a mug of hot tea while the snow fell, silent on the ground. You were cozy sweaters and cuddling up on the couch. You were walking in the middle of the road, the foot of snow crunching beneath your feet.

Steve was the summer. You were the winter. Always close enough, fingertips brushing, but never fully touching.

Never fully together.

64 Days.

“Steve fucking Harrington, you’re late!” Your voice carried over to the house next door. Steve jerked his head up from where he’d been leaning into the backseat of his car, a grin spreading across his features. He dropped his bag onto the sandy driveway and tore across the sand. You could hear your grandma yelling at you inside about your language.

Never in your life had you been more appreciative that your grandmother lived next door to the Harrington’s beach house.

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