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meiparkers · 1 year

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221217 be the sun in bulacan ☀️ ©aish

#m.seventeen <3 #☻︎ ; rb #lord have merthy #pov u wake up from a coma and these are the first faces u see

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jeonghan & joshua // vivi magazine shoot sketch

#m.seventeen <3 #☻︎ ; rb

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meiparkers · 1 year

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he’s so boyfriend shaped

#m.seventeen <3 #☻︎ ; rb #<lee seokmin3

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pretty pianist minghao

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meiparkers · 2 years

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barefaced & sunkissed

#m.seventeen <3 #☻︎ ; rb #JEON WONWOO THE MAN THAT YOU ARE 🥰

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meiparkers · 2 years

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When I first come to Korea I rarely had any reason to smile. Then… I met you again. All of a sudden, I started noticing the unpredictable things that you would do. That’s when I realized it. I was smiling whenever I looked at you.

20th Century Girl (2022)

#☻︎ ; rb #mei’s watches #20th century girl #so so beautiful

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meiparkers · 2 years

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if you haven’t watched 20th century girl yet,, do it now.

#☾ ; chatter #i CRIED #so much

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meiparkers · 2 years

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anyways bee and jonathan byers? my two favourite things???? in one?????? AMAZING 🤩🤩

༊*·˚ the best pick ; jonathan byers (0.5k)

summary: visiting a pumpkin patch with jonathan

song: then she appeared — xtc

a/n: again, apologies for this being a little late but i hope you enjoy it regardless. i've never written for jonathan before but i do have plenty pumpkin carving experience, so. as always, likes and reblogs are much appreciated<3

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jonathan hummed along quietly to ‘roxanne’, one hand placed on the steering wheel of his car and the other laced with your own. he’d squeeze it every so often, flashing you a smile that broke his humming momentarily.

when joyce had suggested you and jonathan go and pick some pumpkins for the kids to carve halloween weekend, you had agreed before jonathan could even speak. visiting the pumpkin patch was one of your favourite fall activities, and years of pumpkin carving meant you had extensive knowledge of what constitutes a good pumpkin.

your boyfriend had laughed when you mentioned this, falling back onto his bed and looking up at you through awed eyes.

“so, what does make a ‘good’ pumpkin?” he’d asked, only half-teasing you.

“i’m glad you asked babe,” you smiled, sitting cross legged at the foot of his bed. you held up a finger with every point. “first: colour. y’want a dark orange, not a pale, bruised looking one. secondly. it needs to be hard. soft skin? your design is fucked. and lastly, needs to be ripe. we’re gonna have to do the knock test.”

“the knock test?” he laughed, sitting up onto an elbow.

“the knock test.” you confirmed, miming a knocking motion. “check if its hollow or not. told you, i’m an expert on these things.”

“i’ll take your word for it.”

now here you were, overlooking a huge field of pumpkins with jonathan by your side. you gave him an affirming nod, taking his hand and making a start on your hunt for the perfect pumpkins.

though you didn’t want to be biased, it was an unspoken agreement between you two to ensure that will had the best pumpkin of all. the kid deserved it, and his pumpkin would likely be the most creative anyways.

a hot flash of joy surged through you as you caught jonathan hunched over a fairly large pumpkin, rapping his knuckles against the skin and listening intently. when he caught you looking, he coughed awkwardly and feigned intrigue in checking the colour of the fruit.

you chuckled to yourself, pleased he’d remembered your impassioned spiel from a few days prior. but that was jonathan. he always remembered the little things, things you’d mention in passing and forgot yourself, until he brought them up again casually. it was one of the things you loved most about him. he made you feel important, and understood.

and now, as you watched him scrutinising the pumpkins with a level of severity not usually reserved for such a trivial task, you were positively buzzing with adoration. your feet carried you over to him and you stooped down to his level, knocking his shoulder gently.

“what’s the verdict?”

“i think it’ll do.”

“perfect,” you smiled, picking it up and placing it under one arm. “just five more to go.”

jonathan placed an arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your temple and leading you towards another promising pick.

“isn’t this our lucky day.”

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meiparkers · 2 years

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sorry u have to deal with my reblogs of joshua — it will happen again

he 💙

#☻︎ ; rb #m.seventeen <3 #SHUA #joshua hong i am so calm and normal abt this rn

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meiparkers · 2 years

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oh boy oh man oh jeez — no words can describe how much i love this okay :( <3 reader and sirius’ dynamic is just so soft and i just want that so bad i’m AHDHHSBDJSHS RRRAAAH anyways — read this for clear skin and serotonin <3

༊*·˚ i think i like when it rains ; sirius black (1k)

summary: with autumn comes a change in the weather, and you aren't about to pass up the opportunity to make the most out of a little rain.

song: i think i like when it rains — WILLIS

a/n: inspired by the song 'i think i like when it rains' by WILLIS, and the second of my fall fic-lets! i hope you enjoy, likes and reblogs are always much appreciated!

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whilst others may prefer the fierce warmth brought about by summer or the soft breezes of spring, your heart lay in the gloomy nature of autumn. nothing could be better than dark mornings, or cloudy skies accompanied by the falling leaves that littered the earth. it was a melancholy beauty, something that caused a pleasant tug at your heart, and you would never tire of it.

this passion for the coming autumn was the reason sirius had found you curled up on the common room windowsill, eyes glued to the sight of the castle grounds undergoing the seasonal changes. the heavy rainfall against the window panes created a soundtrack that could easily lull you to sleep if you were to sit there long enough.

your nose was almost pressed up against the cold glass in admiration, and sirius couldn’t help but to use your distracted state as a chance to surprise you. he approached you as quietly as he could, thanking the countless times that the marauders’ pranks had required him to be light on his feet.

“having fun there?” he murmured, lips mere inches away from the shell of your ear.

you jumped in fright, hand clutching your chest as if you could take your heart out and physically stop its rapid beating.

“fuck, sirius! y’can’t sneak up on me like that.” a breathless chuckle left your mouth as you began to calm down, leaning your head into his chest as he remained standing behind you.

“terribly sorry love, won’t happen again,” sirius replied, voice laced with sarcasm as he moved to rest his chin atop your head. “checking out the weather?”

you simply nodded, a gesture which caused sirius’ own head to follow your movements.

“and just how long have you been here?”

upon hearing you hesitate, sirius chuckled, tsk-ing in a teasing manner.

“thought so. y’might wanna get up, stretch your legs before you get a cramp,” he suggested. sirius held out his hand for you to take, assisting you as you moved from your curled up position.

when he caught wind of the familiar glint in your eye, he raised an eyebrow in silent question.

“come outside with me?”

“outside?” sirius snorted, pointing to the window that was streaked with raindrops. “in that? no chance darling.”

“but you said i needed to stretch my legs,” you protested, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards your coats that lay in the corner of the room. “and going for a walk would be stretching my legs, sirius.”

“exactly, darling. your legs. my legs have been perfectly stretched,” he responded, arms folded across his chest in a desperate plea to remain indoors.

“you aren’t getting out of this one ‘m afraid.”

without another word, you handed him his coat and waited impatiently for him to pull it over his frame. sirius, taking any chance he could to wind you up, shrugged it on impossibly slowly, huffing and puffing to himself as he did so. his eyes caught yours as he pretended to get caught in his sleeve, flapping the loose fabric in your direction with an exaggerated pout.

“take your time, babe, i have all day.” you regarded him with a raised eyebrow, internally cheering as sirius seemed to finally accept his fate and take your outstretched hand.

“you’re lucky i love you.”

“oh, of course. every day i thank merlin that i was so lucky as to be graced with your affection,” you taunted, laughing at his scoff as he knocked his shoulder with yours.

what should have been a fairly short journey was elongated by sirius’ digging his heels into the ground, trying to drag you back to the common room, and, on one occasion, sirius sitting on the floor and refusing to move.

at this point, it had become more of a game to sirius to see just how determined you were to get outside. each of your reactions added another spark to the joy that was burning inside of him, loving that you weren’t swayed by his antics.

once the exit was in sight, you ran ahead, delighting in the first few drops that kissed your cheeks and forehead. something about the rain produced a child-like joy in everyone, you believed, and you were no different.

as you spun around, you caught sight of sirius a few feet away, still indoors.

“come on!” you shouted, turning back to face him.

“but my hair,” sirius pouted, head thrown back in a dramatic show of disdain. he eyed up the grey clouds skeptically, not quite wanting to leave the safety of his shelter, but his inability to give in to you was outweighing his hatred of the rain.

“i promise you, your hair will be the least of your worries if you don’t get out here and bloody dance with me.”

“you said absolutely nothing about dancing!” sirius called back, but the spreading grin on his face betrayed his attempted facade of exasperation.

“is sirius black scared of a little rain?”

he laughed at this, a proper laugh that caused his eyes to crinkle slightly in their corners, and you knew you had won.

with a shout, he ran into the rain, tipping his head back to allow the water to fully consume him. when it was damp enough, he pushed his hair back and moved over to you with a mischievous grin.

sirius’ hands found your waist, fingers gently digging into your sides due to his desperation to hold you. unabridged joy had clearly flooded his brain as he began to spin you both around, gradually increasing his speed until you were both dizzy and giggling madly.

his lips met yours, and though they were slightly cold from the rain, they were undeniably sirius’. with a chuckle, he broke the kiss, pushing a lock of stray, wet hair from his eyes before grinning.

“you know what? i think i might actually like when it rains. even if it does ruin my hair.”

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#❤︎ ; recommendations.#☻︎ ; rb #bee(loved)

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meiparkers · 2 years

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somebody call my dentist, this is tooth achingly sweet — BEE I ?3?3?3???????? your writing never fails to make me smile, kick my feet and twirl my hair. you’ve captured steve’s character (and my heart) in a way that i just can’t describe i’m bawling

༊*·˚ rivers and roads ; steve harrington (0.7k)

summary: you go on an afternoon walk with steve to admire the return of autumn and its effect on hawkins.

song: rivers and roads — the head and the heart

a/n: the first of my fall fic-lets! title taken from ‘rivers and roads’ by the head and the heart! hope you enjoy, and as always likes and reblogs are much appreciated!

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not even the fierce chill that penetrated your corduroy jacket could dampen your spirits as steve’s hand grasped your own. warm not only in personality, steve operated as your very own personal heater, the contact of his skin on yours easily defeating the cool breeze that autumn brought.

fall had come to hawkins once more, littering the pathways with a sea of orange and brown leaves that crunched underfoot, the familiar soundtrack of october. not wanting to miss out on one of the first days of the season, you had proposed an afternoon walk to steve, an idea he had jumped on without hesitation.

your suggestion was not without motive; not only would you be able to spend time with your wonderful boyfriend, you could also admire the autumnal spell mother nature had cast over your town.

steve’s shoulder gently knocked against yours on occasion, a gesture that should be annoying, but rather acted as a comforting reminder that he was still by your side despite the fingers that were laced with yours.

having steve by your side meant that you could zone out slightly as you took in your surroundings, confident in the knowledge that steve would be more than happy to guide you along and prevent you from tripping or stumbling.

“if we take this next right,” steve murmured, more to himself than to you, “then we should end up… aha!”

though your focus should have lay in the location your boyfriend had led you to, you were more enchanted by the expression painted onto steve’s face. the cold air had caused his cheeks to flush, a pale pink dusted over the bridge of his nose and tops of his cheekbones. his lips were slightly parted, soft clouds of breath curling in the air with every exhale, and his hair had tousled under the influence of the wind.

if you were being honest, he was the epitome of beauty.

when you finally tore your gaze from his expression, a gasp escaped your lips.

the turn had brought you out to a quiet dirt path, bordered by arching oak trees whose leaves filtered a golden light onto the walkway below. if you didn’t know any better, you would be convinced that the sight before you had been a painting ripped from its frame, nothing more than a canvas plastered in front of your eyes.

“holy shit, steve,” you marvelled. “how did you find this place?”

steve shrugged, brushing off your praise with nonchalance.

“oh, just came across it when i was out the other day. thought it seemed like somewhere you’d like, so i made sure to remember it for the next time we went out.”

“aren’t you sweet,” you teased, attempting to cover up the heat that threatened to rise to your cheeks at his statement.

steve simply rolled his eyes, an over exaggerated gesture that made you laugh and fall back into stride with him.

your conversation had lulled, both of you content in simply appreciating the view around you, drinking in its beauty. it was nice, knowing you could be in a comfortable silence like this. the fact your relationship had reached a stage where words were no longer needed, simply being could communicate all you needed to say to one another.

that was until something caught your eye.

“hang on.”

steve spun on his heel, eyebrows knitted in slight confusion as he took a few steps towards you. his eyes met yours, positively glowing with adoration as he looked at you.

even though you had been dating for months now, steve always looked at you like he was seeing you for the first time and falling in love all over again. it made you giddy, as if he were a high school crush, and not your boyfriend.

“you have a leaf,” you chuckled, stretching up to gently pluck the intruder from its position between the strands of steve’s hair. you were nothing short of gentle, not wanting to accidentally hurt him in the process.

upon releasing it, you grinned and held it up for steve to see.

“must’ve gotten stuck in all of that product.”

steve rolled his eyes at this remark, picking your hand up in his once more and beginning to lead you back to his place for previously planned hot cocoa.

“very funny, y/n. y’know you should become a comedian with material like that.”

“tell me something i don’t know.”

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#☻︎ ; rb #❤︎ ; recommendations.#bee(loved)#READ THIS IF YOU HAVENT !!!3!3!!3!

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meiparkers · 2 years

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i’ll never get tired of hoshi’s dinner selfies after every concert