that tone of voice

To Jungkook you’re just a girlfriend. - pt.3 End

[pt.1] [p.2] [pt.3 End]

Originally posted by jkguks

It’s taking me a long time to get over him two months and three days to be exact, and right now I’m still hung up over the fact that our relationship ended so badly. After we had argued that night, I actually wanted to apologise for being so jealous when we were both in the right states of minds and when we were both calm from the fire I’d started. But when Taehyung came over and told me all the things he’d witnessed, I felt so stupid. Stupid for trusting him, for wanting to apologise for not accepting a mere friendship of his with another girl. Stupid because I still love him, I know he didn’t kiss her and that to some degree isn’t ‘cheating’ per se, but if I hadn’t sent him that message, if I hadn’t been the one to distract him, would he have stopped by himself? The more I thought about it, the more I was convinced that the answer was always going to be a no. Jungkook was never the type to check his phone straight away when it buzzed, so he must’ve glanced and saw my name and when he saw my name he remembered that he does still have a girlfriend, one he was about to cheat on. He wanted to kiss her and he wasn’t going to stop, and he must have wanted to; so to me that is still cheating. So I don’t get why I still love him. I honestly couldn’t thank Tae enough for telling me the truth, he’s a good friend to both Jungkook and I. Even if it seems as though he betrayed him, it’s what a good friend should do and will do.

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A 2-For-One Deal

This happened to me in the early 1990’s, and I ended up with revenge I really didn’t deserve. Most good revenge stories are about an a-hole getting what he deserves. In this case, I was the a-hole. LONG STORY!

I was working in a large union manufacturer, and I was the shop’s problem child. At the time, I was a raging alcoholic/addict, and you could fit the fucks I gave into a matchbox and still have room for the matches. I had a big mouth, and a bad attitude, and naturally, management was somewhat less than fond of me.

Of course, being an asshole, I thought I was the persecuted one. It was all about me, don’t you know. My problems with authority was all because of the authorities, and I couldn’t see that my problems were of my own making.

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BTS Reaction: They Lose Their Shorty in the Store

Anonymous said:

“LMAO what about BTS losing their s/o in the store and being unable to find them because they’re on the short side, so they insult themselves in public and hear their s/o yell like "EXCUSE YOU?!” from a distance??“

😂😂I love this! Thank you for requesting 💕

Warning: minor self-deprecating comments

Arasseo: alright, okay (I understand)

Jin:

His little princess has gone missing and he’s starting to get worried. He’s been calling for you, but he knows you have your earbuds in and aren’t paying attention. One thing that never fails to capture your attention, he realizes, is hearing him being insulted.

"Yah,” he sighs loudly as he sits down. “I’m getting old. Pretty soon I’ll have wrinkles and y/n won’t want me anymore.”

“EXCUSE YOU!” You appear out of nowhere, yanking your earbud out and scowling at him. “You not only insulted yourself, but me, too!”

“I’m sorry,” he leaps out of his seat to lay his hands softly on your shoulders. “I just couldn’t find you. It was either that, or scream at the top of my lungs.”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Yoongi:

He’s been searching for you in this department store for a whole thirty minutes. You think it’s hilarious, but he’s starting to get annoyed. Well, he was starting to get annoyed the first five minutes, now he’s pissed.

When an older song of BTS comes on the radio, he smirks. “Wah,” he says, exasperated. “Why would they play this one? It sucks.”

“What?” You yell. It’s one of the tracks he produced and your favorite.

“Found you,” he taunts, smirk never leaving his face.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Namjoon:

Your little body disappeared between the dress racks and now he can’t find you. He had found the specific dress you were looking for and your inconsiderate ass disappears on him.

“You know, I’ve been thinking” he says loudly, pretending he thinks you’re still beside him. “Yoongi hyung is a much better songwriter than me. He should write all the songs for our next album.”

“What the hell did you just say?” You come out of the dressing room, wearing the dress he found, looking beautiful and furious.

“Oh,” he says, laughing nervously. “There you are. I wasn’t serious.”

Originally posted by ksjknj

Hoseok:

Where is she? He thinks as he frantically searches for you. He even yells out a few times, but you don’t answer. What if something happened? She’s small and defenseless.

“I think Jimin should be the lead dancer now,” he says, thinking maybe you’re just ignoring him. He has been particularly loud today. “He’s much better than me.”

“Bullshit,” you say as you burst from the bathroom.

“Oh, you were in there the whole time?” He laughs. You silence him with a quirk of your eyebrow. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“We had Chipotle,” you whisper. “What do you expect?”

Originally posted by yccnseok

Jimin:

He can’t find his tiny angel and he’s getting a bit worried. An idea comes to him and he walks to a mirror, leans in for a better look, pinches his stomach and frowns. “I should go on a diet,” he sighs.

“EXCUSE YOU!” You shout, coming around the corner where you were the entire time, innocently looking at jackets. “No, you should not, Jimin. You’re perfect.”

He smiles sweetly at you, pulling you in for a hug. “Arasseo.”

Originally posted by ilovemymochimin

Taehyung:

He was joking around with you, only to hurt your feelings. Now, you’ve stormed off and he can’t find you. Curse your tiny body and ease at hiding from him!

“I’m a terrible boyfriend,” he practically shouts, knowing you’re going to come to his defense.

“What’d you just say!” You come out of hiding, your irritation at his jokes rising.

“I said ‘I’m a terrible boyfriend’. You deserve someone better, y/n.”

You punch him in the arm, making him over-dramatically cry out in pain as he clutches his arm.

Originally posted by cmtae

Jungkook:

You’ve been shopping for hours and he’s exhausted. He just wants to go home. The problem is, he can’t find you, your little body has disappeared between the clothes racks. Letting out an exaggerated groan, he decides to pull out the big guns.

“I’m so stupid,” he says rather loudly as he pretends to examine a price tag. Good thing there aren’t many people in this god-forsaken store, he thinks. “I can’t figure out how much 40% is.”

“EXCUSE YOU!” Comes your shout, and he smirks at his brilliance.

“You think that’s funny, Jungkook?” His smirk disappears at the tone of your voice. You’re always so protective of him, even against himself. He’s in trouble.

Originally posted by grandninjakingdom

To be loved, Chapter 2

TITLE: To be loved

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 2

AUTHOR: fanficshiddles

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine your mother (who you hate because she’s never been a great mother to you.) Brings home her new boyfriend, who so happens to be Loki. You can’t help but be jealous and have a huge crush on him…

RATING: M

It was Friday, the day we were leaving for the camping trip. When I got home from school, Loki had everything packed and ready to go.

‘I’ll just chuck some clothes into a bag.’ I said as I was about to go upstairs, but Loki grabbed my arm and gently pulled me back down the few steps.

‘I already packed you a bag. Everything you need.’ He assured me.

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anonymous asked:

“Here, take me blanket/jacket.” - “I told you, I’m not cold.” *shivering* omg this and Steve offering Tony the jacket from his Captain America uniform

“Here, take my jacket.”

Tony looked down at Steve’s uniform jacket, held in Steve’s outstretched hand, then back at Steve’s annoyingly concerned face, swallowing at least five scathing retorts, settling instead on a curt, “No, thank you.”

“Tony, take the jacket,” Steve tried again, using the tone of voice people usually reserved for children. 

“I told you, I’m not cold,” Tony replied, glaring at Steve. The effect was somewhat ruined by the violent shudder that went through him. 

Steve opened his mouth, then snapped it shut, closing his eyes. Tony could see his chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths.

It was a really nice chest, every muscle outlined by the skintight undershirt Steve wore. And the only reason it took Tony ten seconds too long to realize what Steve was doing. 

“Are you actually counting to ten right now, Rogers?” Tony spluttered, indignant. 

Steve opened his eyes. Tony couldn’t quite recognize that look. He could identify frustration and concern, but there was something else there… something soft and warm that made Tony’s chest ache with that familiar longing he couldn’t quite smother, no matter how hard he tried.

“Tony, take the jacket. Please.”  

Tony grit his teeth - and it wasn’t to stop them from chattering - and squared his shoulders. “I’m not taking your jacket, Rogers, so stop playing a dashing hero and put it on.”

A muscle twitched in Steve’s jaw, mouth thinning a little. He made no move to put on the jacket. “You are behaving irrationally,” Steve said, and while Tony had to give him points for trying to remain calm, he also wanted to punch him in the face. A little bit. “We don’t know how long it will take until the others find us. It could take hours.”

Tony’s stomach twisted a little at the prospect of being stuck in an icy cave for hours. But he was damned if he would let Steve know that.

“Like you’re not cold,” Tony sneered. “You hate the cold.”

Steve took another deep breath, the furrow between his eyebrows deepening. Strangely enough, it was more worry than disapproval. He took a step forward. Tony had to fight against the impulse to take a step back.

“It doesn’t matter how I feel about the cold. What matters is that my body deals better with low temperatures than yours,” Steve said, rising frustration giving his voice a sharp edge. “It doesn’t take a genius to understand this.”

“Yeah, I know I’m just a fragile human, Mr. Super Soldier, but I’m not taking your jacket.” Narrowing his eyes, Tony bared his teeth at Steve. “And there is nothing you can do about it.”

Steve’s eyes flashed, his jaw setting in that familiar way that meant Steve was not letting this go.  

“Stop acting like a spoiled child, Tony, and take the goddamned jacket.”

“Why?” Tony asked, changing tactics. He was fairly certain Steve was one rude remark away from forcibly putting the jacket on Tony.

Steve blinked. “What?”

“Why is this so important to you?” 

The look Steve gave him was incredulous, like he couldn’t believe Tony was actually asking that question. “Because you are cold. I don’t want you to be cold.”

“We’ve already established that. As well as the fact that you’re not immune to cold,” Tony said, shrugging. The anger that was keeping him slightly less cold was slowly seeping out of him. Maybe he really should take the jacket. It wasn’t like Steve was wearing it. “And that’s not really an answer, Rogers.”

“Tony, for the last time, take the jacket.”

“If you answer my question.”

“I have seen children behaving with more maturity than you are right now.” 

“The answer,” Tony said, grinning.

Tony didn’t see Steve move. But between one breath and the next, Tony found himself enveloped in Steve’s jacket and two very strong arms, staring at Steve’s eyes from up close and personal.

“I don’t want you to be cold,” Steve said, voice low and deliberate, “because I care about you.”

Tony swallowed thickly, suddenly feeling a lot warmer than a moment before. And Steve’s jacket had only a minuscule part in it. 

“Define ‘care’,” Tony said, trying very, very hard not to jump to any conclusions. Or jump Steve, for that matter. “As a teammate? A friend? As another hu-mmph…”

The kiss was more a statement of a fact, than a seduction, quick and somewhat clumsy, but it still left Tony’s lips tingling and his heart racing.

“That good enough an answer for you?” Steve said, the corner of his mouth turned up into a grin that didn’t quite cover the vulnerable look in his eyes.  

“I’m not sure,” Tony said, placing his hands on Steve’s waist and relishing the almost startled joy in Steve’s eyes. “You might want to try that again. Just to make sure we are on the same page, of course.” 

“Of course,” Steve said, his breath warm against Tony’s lips. “Unless you would rather I explain myself verbally. Since you are so very interested in my motives.”

“Rogers?”

“Yes, Tony?”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

How To Perfect The Tone In A Piece Of Writing

The tone in writing is one of the most important characteristics of a piece of writing. Books, poetry, songs, articles, any writing whatsoever; the tone is everything. That being said, there are a lot of ways in which writers can either mess it up or completely forget to set the tone. Below is a guide to setting the tone to come across exactly how you want it to.

Some Things To Note

  • Tone is the character or attitude of a text that invokes emotion in the reader
  • There are two things you want to ask yourself when reading a text and studying the tone:

How does the text make you feel?

and

How is the text designed to make you feel?

Things That Create Tone

There are several different elements in writing that create the tone. Here are a few:

Body Language

How your characters act, interact, and speak all play a large role in how your readers perceive your story. If your characters are speaking cryptically, fidgeting, and the tensions are high, your readers will feel the suspense.

Volume (Dialogue Tags)

How loud people say things is a big indicator of how they mean for it to come across to whomever they’re talking to. It’s the same this with dialogue. While it’s important not to overdo it with the dialogue tags, you must also use them to your advantage. It’s kind of when you’re writing a script and you sometimes feel the need to add a note for the actor to say something a certain way in order for them to portray what you envision. Use specific dialogue tags sparingly, but use them well.

Context

The context of the situation is everything. If your reader doesn’t know what’s going on and your main character is super relaxed all of a sudden when they thought they were in the middle of a very stressful situation, it’s going to give them very weird vibes. Knowing where the character is, how they feel, and having some idea of what’s about to go down is imperative to creating the right tone.

WORD CHOICE

Word choice is the main way you can set the tone in your story. You must be clear, intentional, natural, and consistent with the way you choose how you phrase things in your story. We all have certain associations with specific words and using those associations will bode well for you.

Clear Word Choice…

Be clear before anything else when setting the tone. Portray what you need to in order to create the scene itself and put the reader in the story. Then change what words you’re using in order to make the reader feel a certain way. However, never sacrifice clarity in exchange for the use of a fancy word. If your read doesn’t know what you’re saying, what good does it do anyway?

Intentional Word Choice…

Be intentional when you’re deciding where to switch out words and where you decide to really hit the reader with a huge wave of tone. Don’t just fling words anywhere there’s a gap in the hopes that it will accomplish the same thing as intentionally injecting words where it will pierce the reader’s soul. See what I mean?

Natural Word Choice

While it’s important to choose words that fit the tone, they must flow naturally with the dialogue and descriptions. Don’t just slap your reader in the face with “OMG Becky did you hear what that brat Jessica said about you and your bae? She’s such a vacuous shrew!” because that’s not exactly natural is it? 

I have a whole post called Improving Flow In Writing that expands on this quite a bit.

Consistent Word Choice…

Be consistent in your word choice. Don’t use the same words over and over again, but don’t go from calling dogs to “canis lupus familiaris”. Well.. unless it’s absolutely necessary.

Examples Of Tones

Some of you might be a little fuzzy on what I mean by tone in the first place, so here are a few examples of tone:

  • Comedic
  • Suspenseful
  • Enticing
  • Desperate
  • Terrifying
  • Happy
  • Dramatic
  • Romantic

Etc.. You get the picture.


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“Are you asleep yet?”

“No, are you?”

“…no”

“How about now?”

sleep over with Zen! | Yoosung! | Saeran!

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”I can’t think of a single thing I can teach this guy. I feel bad, like I’m scamming him or something!”

jimin should be considered as oxymoron since his features are both angelic and erotic; plump lips are cute but full of desire, round face with baby fat is cute but his jawline is very masculine, he is small but his body is toned, his voice is high pitched but can be very captivating when he speaks busan dialect; he is love and the lust, he is the man that poets have been writing for centuries - a living sculpture, a perfection

omg i loved thor ragnarok

i’ve literally just seen thor ragnarok and i need to talk about it right now while it’s fresh in my mind.

SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS










-first of all I loved this film. It was funny and incredible and amazing.

-all the jokes were actually hilarious. Personally I thought this was funnier than Guardians 2 maybe not the first Guardians.

-the fight scene at the beginning was incredible. When the camera was following Mjolnir looked so amazing.

-also Loki’s play was so good. It was funny and Matt Damon omg. It took me a while to realise it was actually him so I couldn’t believe it was him at first.

-also Loki’s “shit” when Thor turned up killed me.

-Loki falling through doctor strange’s portal for 30 MINUTES omg

-the whole interaction between Thor and dr strange was hilarious as well

-Hela’s entrance holy shit. It was so badass. The whole character was so badass

-everything that happened on Sakaar killed me. It was so funny

-I’m actually in love with Korg. His little voice and just the tone he says things in, he sounds like a flight attendant. It’s great

-I’m gonna skip to the fight on the bifrost.

-Thor was a fucking badass. The lighting was so cool.

-the fact that the fighting was to the immigrant song made me so fucking happy.

-basically I loved this film

-also I fucking loved Loki in this film. If there’s any imagines/one shots/fan fiction of Loki specifically in ragnarok pls tag me in it

-there’s so much more I could talk about but I can’t be bothered to write anymore

BTS replaced you. - pt.3

[pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3] [pt.END]

Originally posted by hobixing

“Ah… they did? What did they say?” Hongseok passes my phone to me as I read the messages I haven’t opened for the last few hours. Seeing them still hurt because it still feels insincere, as if I was alone in this friendship. 

“Are you going to reply?” Hongseok asked while taking one of my hand in his from under the blanket. It was barely even 6am and I wasn’t down for the drama just yet. 

“Not yet, let’s have cake.” I say smiling, and dragging him with me over to the kitchen still with my phone in one hand.

I took the cake out from the fridge and set it on the table between Hongseok and I. He placed a candle in the centre and lit it, turning the light off before he took his seat. The room was dark and the winter sun hasn’t yet risen and so all that was left to light up the room was the moonlight seeping through the gaps of the blinds and the orange candlelight. A few seconds after, the room was filled with his voice - he sang happy birthday and I couldn’t help but wear a smile on my face. His voice was pretty and I honestly couldn’t thank him enough for doing all this for me. When the short song came to an end we both clapped, I clapped to applaud his singing and he clapped to applaud me fo coming to life twenty-one years ago.

“Make a wish Y/N.” 

“Wishes don’t come true Hongseok.” 

“I’ll make sure this one does, as long as it’s realistic and I can afford it.” He laughed as I smiled. 

“There’s nothing I want.” 

“But there is, I can tell.”

“I just want a shoulder to lean on and not be a burden to people.” 

“Done!” I laughed at his enthusiasm.

“I’ll always be your shoulder to lean on, and you’re never going to be a burden to me.”

“It makes me feel as though I’m replacing them because that’s exactly what they said to me five years ago.” 

“I’m not asking to take their place silly, but just know that I’m always going to be here for you.” He grabbed my hand again from across the table and rubbed his thumb on the back of my hand. I wanted to cry in this moment because I was so grateful of him and his words. 

“I don’t deserve someone like you in my life.” 

“Idiot, I told you this already. You deserve more and better but you’re stuck with me now.” 

“I like the sound of that though.” We both laughed and enjoyed one another’s company. Until my phone dinged, showing a notification from the group chat. I un-muted the conversation but didn’t think they’d be up to say anything.

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He looked at her with his bottom lip drawn in, studying her face whilst taking a sip of the wine they had opened a while ago.
‘What is it?’ she asked once the silence filled the space between them, soaking their bodies and making her shiver.
He lowered his gaze and sighed.
'Do you want me to be honest? Brutally honest, just once?’
The tone in his voice made her jump and while she really did not want to hear it, did not want to witness the words she knew were about to drop from his lips, she could not do anything but nod.
'If it comes down to it,’ he started, 'the whole problem is that you fill all my emptiness, the hollow space inside of me - whilst I could never fill yours.’
—  // excerpt from a story I’ll never write
j.d.m.
I’m Your Idiot

Originally posted by stydiaislove

Requested: By me, Actual Steve Harrington Trash™

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Y/N wasn’t planning on introducing Steve to her parents, but he had a plan of his own.

Warnings: I don’t think that there are any

Word Count: 1,386

A/n: I don’t think that this is that unexpected, but here we are, my first Stranger Things imagine. I hope that you guys like it, because I have a million ideas for this series! If you have any Stranger Things requests, please send them my way. Thank you to @secretschuylersister and @fragmentofmymind for reading this over. Also, here you go, @bullcrappery I hope that it lives up to your expectations!

Steve Harrington was standing on your front porch. He was in possession of one bouquet of flowers, one shit-eating grin, and a hunter green sweater that was tucked into his jeans. He was not supposed to be here. You’d specifically told him that you couldn’t hang out tonight, you were busy with family dinner.

Oh, god. You had told Steve about family dinner.

Steve had been asking about meeting your parents for months now, insisting that it was unfair that you had said hello in passing to his parents, but he had never met yours.

You blinked a few times, hoping that you were imagining him and that you could have a normal evening. But no, he was still there and if you waited much longer, he would ring the doorbell and you would have to explain this mess to your parents.

You threw the front door open, ignoring the smile on Steve’s face and stepping out onto the porch, closing the door behind you. “What are you doing here?” you asked, eyeing the flowers in his hand suspiciously.

“Well, you wouldn’t come over, so I thought that I would come to you.” He said, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

“You know that I am busy tonight.” you hissed, glancing over your shoulder, hoping that your parents would be too busy finishing dinner to notice that you had disappeared from the living room.

“Actually-”

“No Steve, not actually. I told you that-” before you could finish yelling at him, the door swung open behind you. You held in a groan as you turned around to face your mother.

“Steve! I’m so glad that you could make it.” She said, ushering the two of you into the house.

“Actually, I ran into your beautiful mother at the supermarket earlier today, and she invited me for dinner,” Steve said, the condescending tone of his voice only apparent to you. “It smells delicious, ma’am,” he said, handing over the flowers.

Your mother fussed over them for a few moments, before announcing that she was going to put them in some water.

“You ‘ran into her at the supermarket’?” There was no way that Steve hadn’t planned this after you had let it slip that you had family dinner that night, and therefore couldn’t hang out.

“I had to pick up the bouquet somewhere.”

“You planned this.” you hissed, punching Steve in the shoulder.

“I had to. It’s unfair that you have met my parents, but I haven’t met yours,” he complained, sitting down in his usual spot on the sofa.

“I saw your parents in passing one time.” You said, pointedly ignoring Steve’s attempts to get you to sit beside him. “You are unbelievable, you know that?”

Steve simply chose to smile at you, and grab your wrist, pulling you into his side on the couch. “I’ve been told before,” he mumbled into the crook of your neck.

You weren’t proud of the smile that slipped through your ironclad resolve, but Steve was laughing and there was no way that you were going to escape from the situation anyways.

“Are you embarrassed of me?” Steve was so quiet you almost didn’t hear him.

“What?” You were almost sure that you had misheard him.

“You didn’t want me to meet your parents. I don’t know, I just thought that maybe-”

“Steve Harrington, you are absolutely insane.” You said, sitting up. You forced Steve to look at you before continuing. “My parents are embarrassing and nosy, and even though I love them, I don’t bring a lot of people home.”

“Are you serious?” Steve’s voice was painfully soft, and you could almost feel your heart shatter.

“I just, I didn’t want to scare you off.” You refused to meet his eyes, choosing to stare out of the window.

You felt Steve’s hand gently wrap around yours, and his lips pressing onto your palm. “Me? Scared? Impossible.”

“Yeah?” you asked, unable to stop yourself from smiling.

“Of course. I have my bat in the car.”

“You are such an idiot.” you laughed, snatching your hand away from Steve’s grip.

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his lap. “Nothing is going to scare me off, you know. You are absolutely stuck with me,” he said, brushing the hair that had fallen in your eyes away.

“Kids,” your mom called from the dining room. “Dinner!”

“I think that’s our cue,” Steve said, sliding off of the couch and offering you his hand.

You stood up on your own, shoving him slightly, before making your way into the dining room.

You had somehow managed to make it through a family dinner with no issues at all, and it was all because of Steve. He made your parents laugh harder than you thought possible, while calming you down at the same time. He had even offered to help your mother clean up. You could hear the two of them cackling from the living room.

“He’s sweet”. Your father said, pulling your thoughts away from the laughter echoing through the house.

“What?” you asked, sure that you had misheard him.

“The boy, he’s sweet,” he said, not looking up from the newspaper in his hands. “The hair is a bit much for me, but he clearly makes you happy. And that makes me happy.”

You smiled to yourself, glad that Steve had made a good first impression. Before you could think of a way to respond, Steve and your mother turned the corner. They were both beaming, and Steve had a container of leftovers in his hand (a true seal of approval from your mother).

“You drive home safely, now.” Your mother said, taking a seat beside you.

You hopped up off of the couch and looped your arm through Steve’s. “I’ll walk you out,” you announced, dragging him out the front door.

“Thank you,” you said quietly as the two of you made your way down the drive.

“For what?” he asked, leaning up against the hood of his car. He placed the tupperware down beside him and pulled you closer, wrapping both of his hands around yours.

“Being yourself, I guess. They usually hate my friends.”

“Well, that’s why they like me.” Steve cut you off, before you could explain further.

“What are you talking about?” you said through your laughter.

“I’m your boyfriend. Of course they love me.” Steve said with a grin before placing a kiss on your cheek and standing up.

“That’s all I get?” Usually, Steve spent a while saying goodbye, placing little kisses all over your face before one more on your lips.

“We have an audience, babe,” he said, shifting his eyes between you and your front window a few times.

You turned around to see your parents both hovering by the window. They at least had the decency to scatter once they realized that they had been found out.

“I can always make it up to you later. My parents won’t be back for a week,” he said with a cheeky smile, sliding into the front seat of his car.

“Maybe,” you said, closing the door behind him. “We’ll see.” You leaned down to kiss him goodbye properly as he started the car.

“Speaking of my parents, I told them that you would be coming to dinner next week.”

“I’m busy that day,” you said automatically.

“I never said what day.” he laughed, knowing that he was winning.

“I’m busy every day, Steven.” You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face made your facade less convincing.

“Next Thursday, at seven?” he asked, his hand reaching through the rolled down window to find yours.

You nodded, trying your hardest to hold the smile back and failing miserably. He held your hand as the car rolled out of the driveway, maintaining contact for as long as possible.

“I love you!” he yelled, as he drove away.

He was long gone before you managed your reply, too caught up in listing all of the ways that you loved him in your head. “I love you too,” you said quietly, before making your way inside, unable to suppress the enormous smile on your face.

Steve Harrington may have been an idiot, but he was yours.