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From the very first notes finger-picked on a guitar, “Light Year” takes us by the hand and leads the way to somewhere far away (a light year away maybe?). “There are times when / It feels right to / Run away, run away”, sings Adam Melchor. Head in the clouds, he is beautifully illuminated by sunshine, with a clear blue sky behind him and branches peeking in the shot. And it already feels like the perfect escape. ☀️ “Light Year” by the American singer-songwriter is our #SongOfTheWeek, featuring Canadian artist Lennon Stella. Click on the post’s source link to read more about their dreamy duet. 📸: gifs of the video directed by Muriel Margaret & CeCe Dawson
Everything Has Changed
Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!reader
Summary: Yesterday morning, your best friend, Steve, picked you up for work like always. This morning, Steve is picking you up for work again, but now he’s your boyfriend and everything has changed.
Inspiration: Everything Has Changed (Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran)
Word count: 2547
Warnings: One swear word
A/N: I planned to write a Peter Parker fic based on this song like 6 years ago but seasons change and fictional boyfriends come and go so here we are
Read on AO3 here!
There was nothing noticeably different to the untrained eye about the way you woke up. Your cheek was creased by your pillow as always, your eyelids still drooping slightly with sleep, your bed the same wooden frame and your pyjamas the same old shirt and shorts that they always were. The insistent beeping of your alarm clock was neither more nor less annoying than usual, the birds outside singing the same song that they had sung for years.
And yet everything had changed.
As soon as your eyes opened to the sun pouring through the gap in your curtains, a giddy spark shot through you as you remembered what had happened eighteen hours previously. A smile spread across your face until your cheeks ached and you hugged your pillow as you replayed the conversation in your head: the conversation in which your best friend had told you he was in love with you.
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Full Of It
Steve Harrington x fem!reader
[1.7k] prompt: “You’re a terrible influence.” Babysitter!reader, kitchen make outs, Max Mayfield sass.
Babysitting on a Saturday night felt less like a job when it was for Max Mayfield.
It was almost eight o’clock when the doorbell rang, the sun outside disappearing with the last of the summer heat and it was casting peach coloured shadows across the kitchen table and tiles. You were making pancakes - a late night request from the younger girl - strawberries waiting to be chopped beside the sink and before you could yell to Max to check the peephole before she opened the door, she’d yanked at the handle, hinges squealing.
You rolled your eyes at the girl's lack of awareness, her usual suspicion of the world dropped ‘cause you were with her, a reason for her to finally feel a little safer in her own home.
But you heard her scoff, a mixed sound of annoyance and amusement and by the time you’d rounded the corner from the kitchen into the front hall, she was looking over her shoulder at you, red pigtails swinging, her lips twisted to hide her smile.
“It’s for you,” Max quipped, brows raised.
Steve was standing in the doorway, shoulder leaning against the wooden frame and he was grinning in a way that told you he knew he was pushing his luck.
You huffed, the noise sounding a little like a laugh, and you tried to mimic Max, pressing your lips together to hide the smile the boy brought out of you both, determined to not let him see. You walked towards him, steps lazy and slow, letting him watch the way your summer dress shifted around your thighs as you moved.
“Harrington,” you greeted, saying his name like an accusation, and you watched the way his eyes lit up at it, like he wanted to play. “What’re you doing here?”
From behind you, Max choked on a laugh, eyes rolling as she coughed out, “as if we don’t know.”
Steve pressed a hand to his heart, faux offence painted on his pretty features as he let his lips part, shaking his head at Max.
“What?” He asked, voice laced with pretend hurt, “can’t a guy visit his two favourite girls?”
You smiled despite yourself, Steve’s gaze flickering from Max to you for just a second, long enough to watch you from under his lashes, wink quick and relish in the way you flushed at it.
“I’m telling Robin,” Max smirked, secretly delighted at his admission but she batted at the boy when he stepped over the threshold, one hand pulling playfully at a braid of hair.
“Shit, two out of three then,” Steve corrected himself, grinning when you laughed, but he turned to you, closing the door and keeping out the cool night air as he cupped a hand around the nape of your neck, pulling you into him for a kiss.
He caught the corner of your mouth, the curve of your bottom lip, quick and sweet as he mumbled, “but my number one is right here.”
“Gross,” Max deadpanned, but you caught the flicker of warmth and fondness in her eye when Steve turned you in his hold, arms wrapped around your front as he pressed your back to his chest, lovesick smiles on both your faces.
“Isn’t it your bedtime, Maxine?” Steve shot back, hardly any heat in his tone, his voice affectionate as he used the girl's full name and he loved how the sound of it made her crinkle her nose in annoyance.
“It’s barely past eight, Steven, keep it in your pants,” Max called over her shoulder, already climbing the stairs to her room, Walkman around her neck and tinny music filled the hallway as she pressed play.
“Yell when the pancakes are ready,” she called out over the bannister, and then, because it was you, she remembered to add a, “please!”
Steve huffed out a laugh as Max’s bedroom closed behind her and he brought his lips to your ear, nose nudging at the sensitive skin there. “Pancakes, huh?”
You nodded, trying not to give him the satisfaction of a giggle as he brushed his lips back and forth over the shell of your ear, tickling. You beamed anyway, moving out of his grasp and heading to the kitchen.
“You want some?”
You hadn’t meant for it to sound so suggestive, but you looked over your shoulder at the boy, eyes hooded, lips curled into a smile that was anything but innocent. You adored the way Steve’s jaw went slack, lips parting, eyes heavy on you.
He followed, gaze on the way the skirt of your dress kissed the skin on your thighs, shifting and falling with the sway of your hips. By the time he caught up to you in the kitchen, you had a strawberry between your lips.
“This feels like a seduction,” Steve rasped out, eyes lit up. His hand found your waist and you huffed out a laugh as he pulled the half bitten fruit from between your teeth, dropping it on the counter and pushing his lips to yours.
It was borderline inappropriate behaviour for someone else’s kitchen, but Max’s mom could barely be found at the stovetop so you made an allowance.
You kissed your boyfriend back, all slow and soft and lazy, his fingers splayed across your jaw as he used his thumb to tug gently on your bottom lip, licking into you when you sighed.
“You taste good,” Steve mumbled against your lips, all innocent and dirty. “Could just eat you up, babe.”
You flushed, heat blooming over your chest and cheeks and you tilted your head back, meeting the boy’s gaze. His eyes were sparkling, flashes of mischief and good ideas and the look had you groaning.
“You’re terrible,” you told Steve, not stopping him when he started nipping at the line of your jaw. Your eyes fluttered closed at the feel, hands wandering from his neck across his shoulders, squeezing. “You’re a terrible influence.”
Another fake gasp, overly dramatic and sighed into your neck. He nipped, sucked, flicked his tongue over the same spot.
“Me?” Steve mused, “terrible?”
You hummed in agreement, a smile on your face, the kind that made your cheeks sore and rosy and Steve nuzzled at you, face pressed into you as he peppered kisses across the column of your throat.
“Yes, you, you’re full of it,” you laughed, letting him kiss his way back to your mouth.
Another press of his lips, a little deeper this time, a little dirtier and his hands dropped to your thighs, fingers flirting with the hem of your dress, skating across the skin he found there.
“Full of what?” He asked, voice low, a little hoarse now.
You nipped at the curve of his bottom lip, the tip of your tongue soothing over it, making him groan, chest rumbling against yours.
“Cheek,” you grinned, another kiss pushed to his lips and Steve hummed. “Trouble,” you added, another kiss, a tug of his hair.
The boy chuckled, hands spanning your hips as he tugged you closer still, bodies swaying as he spun you both and he was leaning against the counter. He reached behind him for the strawberry he took from your lips, popped the rest of it into his own mouth and looked thoughtful as he chewed.
He tasted sweeter when he kissed you again, like leftover summer, and when he pressed his mouth to your ear, you shivered, delighted.
“Wanna be full of me later?”
You gasped, scandalised even though you were grinning, cheeks flushed, feeling too hot. You slapped at his chest, giggles pushing from your lips and he caught your wrist, grinning at your reaction.
“Steve!” You admonished.
“What?” He laughed, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand, eyes adoring as he gazed down at you. “Does that not sound good, sweetheart?”
It sounded more than good and he knew that. You could tell by the way his eyes got a little darker, heavier as they watched the rise and fall of your chest.
You nodded, suddenly shy.
Steve nudged the tip of his nose with yours, pulling you up and into him until you were on your toes, full body pressed into his. You sighed into the kiss, this one sweet and full of promises of something more. He still tasted like strawberries and you moaned your appreciation, lips feeling swollen with so much attention.
“Why don’t I leave you to have your night with Max, and I can come pick you up when you’re done?”
You nodded, already feeling impatient at the wait. You knew how this would go, how it always went when Steve was feeling a kind of way. Handsy, a little needy, full of bruising kisses and dirty whispers, teasing and messy.
You could already picture the car ride back to his, hands pushed up skirts, pulling at lace edges, murmurs of praise and telling you to be patient. You knew you wouldn’t make it to his bedroom, but with parents that were hardly home, it was never an issue.
“Call me and let me know when her mom’s back,” Steve told you, one more kiss pressed to your lips before he pulled away, heading for the door.
“I can just walk, you know.” You followed him to the hallway, shoulder leaning into the stair banister and you cocked a hip, arms crossed.
Your words made him scoff, eyebrows drawn together as he swung his keys around his finger and opened the front door. The porch light made him glow, all soft hair and strong features, brown eyes turned honey.
“Not a chance,” Steve told you, “plus, you really wanna miss out on a dark car ride back to mine?”
You rolled your eyes and tried not to grin, lips pressing together to hide your excitement and the effect the boy had on you, but he knew you too well. He winked, pleased to see the way you twisted your lips and lowered your gaze.
“Get out of here, Harrington,” you told him, your voice holding nothing but affection, “before Max hears how you’re trying to corrupt me.”
He laughed, “trying to? That’s cute.”
You kicked out at him, barely scuffling the denim that covered his knee and he beamed at you.
“See you soon, babe.”
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