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@forevermoreharrington
Luc or Lucy, she/her, twenty three, virgo, evermore era, 18+, currently dreaming about Steve Harrington
˖ ࣪⭑ reblogs and fic recs found @forevermorelovelorn ˖ ࣪⭑
˖ ࣪⭑ personal blog @forevermoretalkingutternonsense ˖ ࣪⭑
˖ ࣪⭑ moodboards found @forevermoredaydream ˖ ࣪⭑
˖ ࣪⭑ diary found @forevermoreluc ˖ ࣪⭑
daydreams
latest writings:
Ruin the friendship
Kisses and lilacs
Spring into summer
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˖ ࣪⭑ his messy brown hair, the marlboro classics in his back pocket, his strong (slightly rough) hands, the pillow lines on his cheeks, the never having to open your own door again, his flushed skin in the height of summer, the eye contact, the tan lines on his hipbone, the almost kisses that turn into never-ending kisses, him being so handsome that it hurts, the taste of coffee and cinnamon, the nervous glances that lead to nervous touches, the white t-shirt on his bedroom floor that you'll take home with you, the freckles on his jaw, the passenger seat of his car, his pretty eyes ˖ ࣪⭑
˖ ࣪⭑ thinking about the way steve's eyes get all starry when he looks at his girl, it's like he utterly lost in love and he does not under any circumstances want to be found, he's content to just stare at her forever while he memorises all her features and every little scar & dent that he can see ˖ ࣪⭑
˖ ࣪⭑ the sweet/lovely/kind responses will always outweigh the unkind ones ˖ ࣪⭑
˖ ࣪⭑ kissing steve harrington in the summer tastes like peaches & honey, fresh lemonade & cherry lip balm, sunscreen & salt water ˖ ࣪⭑
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˖ ࣪⭑ Cherries in the summer (coming soon!) ˖ ࣪⭑
He could feel the straps of her bag cutting into his shoulder as he took her things upstairs. There was no way Steve was going to let her carry all of this to her room by herself. That would just be a pitiful attempt at hosting. This was his house, his parents had drilled it into him that he was responsible for whatever went on under its roof when he came up here.
“Can I just-”
He shook his head at her, cutting her off from finishing the sentence that was bound to end with her helping. She was standing at the top of the stairs with one hand on the wooden bannister and the other falling at her side in a pair of denim shorts that were cutting off the blood supply to his head.
He loved summer. He loved the way it felt endless but fleeting. It made him impulsive. He also liked the taste of salt in the air, the scent of sunscreen and hot pavements. But he didn't really care for the clothes. The short skirts and the dresses. The shorts and the strappy tops. And the worst of all, dainty little anklets that drew all his attention to her legs.
Love story *
Summer 1990, Steve's been living in the country his whole life, when suddenly there's this new girl and Steve's instantly infatuated with her, 15.1k
Hey Stephen *
Steve meets a girl on his trip to Greece, 8k
This love *
Steve's goes to his family's beach house every summer, but there's a new girl there who he's convinced is the one, 14.1k
Moss
Camping with Steve, 6.3k
It's cool in the shade of your shadow
Steve meets a girl late in the spring and falls for her early in the summer, 6.3k
Slut!
Steve can’t enjoy his summer because he can’t stop thinking about a girl and now she can’t stop thinking about him either, 6k
So much for summer love
Steve starts falling for a girl, who’s been trying to get over him, when he definitely shouldn’t be since he’s already in love with someone else but now he’s starting to question whether that’s true or not, 10.7k
Crazier
Steve finally returns to his home in the countryside after leaving for college and nothings changed, not even the girl who loved him, 4.9k
All over me
After Steve absentmindedly breaks his best friends heart over a thoughtless joke, the two of them are forced to spend the summer break together, giving him just enough time to fix whatever got broken between them, 5.7k
Cherries in the summer
Spending the summer falling for ‘the’ Steve Harrington (coming soon!)
˖ ࣪⭑ dating steve harrington is so dark red sweaters, cherry flavoured lip balm, strong hands, chocolate covered raspberries, messy hair, diet coke, thursday evenings, cinnamon in your coffee, kissing in the back of his car, glitter eyeshadow, bite marks on your upper thigh, cinema dates, summer heat, lipgloss stains on his hip bone, photobooths, expensive cologne ˖ ࣪⭑
˖ ࣪⭑ dating steve harrington (june version) ˖ ࣪⭑
hiding out from the humidity in his bedroom, painting your nails with light pink nail polish, getting grass stains on anything and everything white, kisses that tastes like your candy floss chapstick, sleeping in his old faded nyc t-shirt, laughing as he tries to tie cherry stems, the sound your creaking garden gate makes when he sneaks in every night, the smell of salt air, hand burning steering wheels that make steve curse every time he gets in his car, drinking mrs harrington's sparkling wine, soft kisses pressed to the back of your neck, stealing the strawberries of off his ice cream, his messy/sweaty run though hair, your jasmine perfume making his lightheaded
sitting out by the harrington's swimming pool at night with your legs dangling in the water, the feeling of dew drop covered grass brushing against your ankles, watching him press a cool can of diet coke to his face, walking under the shade of apple blossoms, sleeping without bedsheets, leaving sea shells in his pockets, the sunburn that appears across the bridge of his nose every year like clock work, him bringing you lemon tea in the mornings, your blue denim shorts, the cold feeling of his bathroom tiles, calling him up during a thunderstorm just so you feel a little less alone, visiting your friends summer houses, the sweaty kisses and the sudden rush to get each others clothes off when you're alone
the scent of freshly cut grass and orange juice, white lilies growing up everywhere, dog-earing the pages of the book that it's taking you forever to read because he keeps distracting you, the scent of chlorine on his skin, the indented scar under his jaw from when he fell of his bike when he was a kid darkening under the sun, messing around with garden hoses like little kids, constantly reapplying sunscreen to your shoulders, eating tangerines on the front porch, teasing him about still driving the same car he did in high school knowing damn well you'd be heartbroken if he ever got rid of it, watching pink sunsets in the parking lot
˖ ࣪⭑ Cherries in the summer (coming soon!) ˖ ࣪⭑
He stopped her. He quite literally made her lose her footing and therefore fall out of her turns while he leaned against the newly opened doorway like it was the most normal thing in the world for him to be standing there and watching her like this.
“Steve-”
“Don't you get all dizzy doing that?”
She ignored his question (he had already asked her that a thousand times before anyway) as she made her way across the black floor to him. It felt different seeing him here. It was like a little corner of her world was colliding with another corner. Dance and Steve Harrington, both inside the same building.
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˖ ࣪⭑ dating steve harrington (beginning of summer version) ˖ ࣪⭑
swimming pools, phone calls at midnight, running your fingers through his messy hair, kissing under a street light, spilling wine and laughing about if for hours, white fluffy towels that smell like his laundry power, watching him press a cold glass of lemonade to his cheek, everyone in town leaving their windows open all day long, freshly cut grass, the book he borrowed from you sitting on his bedside table, taking a cold shower together just to get a break from the humidity, carrying around tote bags & water bottles wherever you go, the sudden coolness that comes from walking bare foot across his kitchen floor
tracing the tan lines on his hip bone, sea shells that he brough back from the beach for you sitting on top of your dresser, chipped blue nail polish, kissing for hours on end because you have no plans all summer, getting sand stuck in your shoes, kisses that taste like fresh fruit & ice tea, sleeping under thin bedsheets so you can still cuddle into his side, blasting the air conditioning in his car and switching channels on the radio until you find something that you like, taking polaroid pictures, getting bubble-gum ice cream and watching steve's tongue turn blue, driving down to the harrington's beach house for the weekend, all the desperate/sweaty touching that summer brings
the first few days of sun-kissed skin, the soft humming of your bedroom fan, the scent of sunscreen & bonfires hanging in the air, running across hot pavements, impromptu sleepovers that last entire weekends, jumping in lovers lake just to feel the cool water against your skin, wearing short skirts just to mess with him, his boy-ish smile, playing card games all night, melted lip balm lost in the backseat of his car, all the late nights that fade into early mornings, drinking diet coke with crushed ice, the scent of the ocean water lingering on his skin, endless boxes of cherries, his wet hair, stolen t-shirts & sweaty hands
˖ ࣪⭑ dating rafe cameron (summer version) ˖ ࣪⭑
spending all your time at the country club, coconut water & watermelon sour patches, sitting in the back of golf carts, telling him how much better you like his his hair when it's messy and run-through, tennis bracelets & dainty anklets, your feet in his lap, sneaking out to meet him before sunset, keeping fresh lilacs & lavender in your bedroom, his hand on your upper thigh, drinking sparkling water out of crystal glasses to feel more sophisticated but still using bright blue straws like little kids
borrowing his white fluffy towels when you stay over and desperately wanting the scent of his laundry powder to stay on your skin forever, writing your name on his back, midnight talks by the ocean, moonstones & romance novels on his bedside table, daydreaming about the future, lazy kisses against your neck, about leaving town and starting over, painting your nails on his bedroom floor, the scent of aftersun and salt water in the air,
tracing the tan lines on his hipbone, slipping his ring through the chain of your necklace and never leaving the house without it around your neck, being pulled in by the loops in your denim shorts, the scent of sea water & sunscreen, sharing secrets under bedsheets, endless days spent by the pool just wasting time, sticky pink lip-gloss stains on his cheek, stealing his hoodie when the sun goes down and never wanting to give it back, wandering around the grocery store at midnight
˖ ࣪⭑ kissing steve harrington in the back of his car is his hands burning invisible marks on the backs of your thighs, the summer heat and the close proximity making the back of your neck sweat, your fingers tangled up in his hair, pulling loose all his knots, the leather seats sticking to your skin, your soft sighs making his head spin as he tries to regain some self control, the back windows being irritatingly rolled up, making it feel like it's a million degrees in the backseat, only being able to smell the scent of his soap and hawkins pine trees, the fear of getting caught driving him to kiss you harder ˖ ࣪⭑
˖ ࣪⭑ steve harrington x dancer!reader coming soon! ˖ ࣪⭑
˖ ࣪⭑ dating steve harrington ˖ ࣪⭑
it's constant late night phone calls & drawn out kisses, it's the both of you being so romantically inclined that you drive everyone around you crazy, it's him wanting to take you out just so that he can take you home, it's the way he needs to keep his hand on your knee while he's driving and knowing damn well that before he pulls up to your house, his fingers will be tracing patterns on your upper thigh, it's him just having to have you close to him because there's something about the scent of your perfume that makes him want to hide his face and your neck and never stop, it's knowing that you're 'it' for him because of how obvious he is about making it known, it's the way he says your name like it's his favourite word and how he gets all nervous when you sleepily say his in the middle of the night, it's terrible jokes, rib aching smiles & that boy-ish grim of his
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˖ ࣪⭑ diary found @forevermoreluc ˖ ࣪⭑
˖ ࣪⭑ a glimpse into summer with s.h ˖ ࣪⭑
˖ ࣪⭑ steve harrington driving you down to the ocean, his hand resting on the back of your headrest, his eyes trying to stay focused on the street signs, you've gotten lost before and while it was fun sleeping on the side road cuddled up with you in the backseat, his neck was killing him the next morning, there's a soft blue towel thrown in the back, along with some sunscreen and the biggest bottle of water that you could find at the store, your boyfriend already somehow caught the sun a little, you can see the soft blush disappearing down his neck and under his t-shirt from your spot in the passenger seat, your shoes are kicked off in the footwell somewhere, destined to bring half the beach back in the form of sand with you later, you already know that steve's hair will end up smelling like salt water for the next few weeks, it always does, his hand leaves the headrest and finds it's way to the back of your neck, he squeezes softly once just to silently check in, it's barely noticeable but that's the point, it's your thing, yours and steve's, weekend road trips are yours too, along with sharing towels, collar bone kisses, carrying shoes & connecting freckles under the sun ˖ ࣪⭑