I’m really just out here loving dorky boys with beautiful hair.
Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader
Warnings: None I think
Word count: 1324
Summary: You make a cup of coffee for Kaz and he shows you a softer side of him that he usually isn't putting on display for, well, anyone.
Okay so in the span of one month, Kaz:
no one's ever competing with that, friends. No one's ever going to come close
Steve Harrington x fem!reader
[22.4k] A biggie. Best friends to lovers, summer, childhood, pining, crushes, a kiss that wasn't supposed to happen, the last cherry popsicle and three promises.
When you were both eight years old, Steve Harrington handed you the last popsicle and told you he loved you.
It was the most innocent kind of talk, from the mouths of kids, fresh faced, summer freckles, ankles dipped in the pool and sunburn on your cheeks.
You weren’t truly sure you both knew what those words meant back then, the depth and meaning that they held. But you said them back, lemon and sugar on your tongue and he’d beamed at you, brighter than the Indiana sun and that was that.
And that night, when you were camped out on his bedroom floor, the first day of summer vacation and his bed sheets draped across your heads, he shared his secret stash of twizzlers with you, lips tinted red and pinkie fingers linked.
His eyes were solemn when he whispered to you, the dulled yells of his parents downstairs acting as his backing track. His mom was slurring a little, his dad laughing mirthlessly and something smashed. You had both flinched, moved closer together between the pillows and stuffed animals.
You remember his mouth brushing up against the shell of your ear, hushed promises falling from his lips, the kind that only an eight year old could make.
Steve Harrington promised you three things that night:
One, he’d always be your best friend.
Two, he’d always protect you from everything bad and scary.
And three, he’d never break your heart.
He only kept two of those.
POSITIVITY FOR: girls who threaten to kill you in arguments, girls who get angry with such intensity they start crying, girls who scream in pillows, girls who randomly leave social events when agitated
to want and be wanted
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