#I couldn't think of a good idea so one liner about the holidays it is

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“...I’m getting you a bundle of Christmas presents and you are not stopping me.”

@skull-bxund​

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Unsinkable 8 New Year's Eve

The following year the girls all plan to stay through New Year's Day, agreeing that a two day visit for Christmas wasn't enough. This way they have over a week of time together, and two holidays to celebrate! The more the merrier!

They mulled around the idea of going out, but the more they thought about it, the more appealing a night in became. No traffic, no other people, drinks they could consume without fake IDs.

Each girl was assigned a specific task to get the place ready for the evening. Bringing the club to the condo. Leah was in charge of mood lighting, colorful LED strips and disco lights hanging all over the place. Dot set up the new speaker system she got for Christmas so the music would be just right. Martha and Shelby tag teamed drinks and appetizers for the evening. Fatin wanted to be in charge of the palylist, but Rachel just would not back down. Fatin only agrees to let her do it when Nora offers to help balance it out (because Rachel can lean too heavily into one genre) Fatin ends up gleefully working on putting together ensembles for each of the girls to wear along with full hair and makeup looks. Leaving Toni with what she deems the most important job, getting goodies to make the night magical!

Fatin brings each girl in for hair and makeup one by one. Starting with Martha. She gives her a killer cat eye and a slicked back ponytail a la Ariana Grande. "You better make sure you take lots of selfies so send to that beautiful boy of yours, leave him lusting and your reunion will be-" she growls and bites the air.

She gives Shelby a cute updo and glittery simmer to accent her cheekbones. "Toni's gonna have a hard time keeping her hands off you tonight."

"Oh please, she's like that every day." Shelby giggles dismissively.

Rachel doesn't dare let Fatin touch her hair, but she does eagerly let her give her colorful eyeshadow and a bright red lip.

"Nora, your hair is absolutely perfect, and honestly so is your face, so we're just gonna glitter it up!"

Toni gets an impressive braided crown, which she taunts the girls about the rest of the night claiming she's "King of the New Year!"

Dot's hair gets a similar slicked back treatment to Martha's but, since her hair is shorter, Fatin opts to leave it down, tucked behind the ears. She makes Dot's eyes pop with the good old fashioned liner and mascara combo.

And for Leah, Fatin loves when she wears it half up half down. She curls it a bit, giving it a relaxed wave. She applies a thin coat of her favorite flavor lipgloss to Leah's lip, secretly hoping she'll get a taste when the ball drops.

By the time all the girls are finished getting gussied up in their fancy outfits curated by the host, it's nearly 9pm. Nora hits shuffle on their pre game playlist, saving the properly curated one for later when they feel like actually dancing. They kick off the evening with snacks and the first round of drinks.

Everyone is super impressed by how great the new speaker system sounds. Still able to feel the bass even at a lower volume. They spend the next couple hours dancing and having the best time celebrating together. Nora drunkedly expresses this sentiment, hanging on Leah and Rachel's shoulders "I couldn't think of a better way to end the year, and begin a new one than spending it with all you!" Which prompts a group hug then a shake up of dance partners.

Toni and Shelby barely notice the other girls in the room, a fact they become painfully aware of each time one of the girls yells "get a room!" at them. The embarrassment only lasts a few months before they slip back in sync and get lost in each other once again.

Rachel and Dot have a mini dance off around drink number 4, and everyone cheers in a circle around them. They break out the joints shortly after and continue their friendly competition on their own while the other girls drift off into their own moves.

When midnight nears they turn the music down a bit so they can recite the numbers off together. Fatin screams something about pairing off before continuing, "10, 9, 8..."

Toni and Shelby start making out before they hit 1. Fatin kisses Leah after the countdown amd is giddy when Leah pulls her back in for another. Dot picks Rachel up, who if sober would have been floored, but drunk Rachel jusy screams along with Dot throwing her hands in the air. Martha leaves the room when her phone rings, her man calling. Nora takes all the pictures, her Polaroid quickly running out of film, she runs to the bedroom to get more.

The playlist hits the slow section of songs  a few minutes later, to bring the girls down from the excitement. Dot, Rachel, and Nora share another joint while cashed out on the couch. Pictures still being taken occasionally by Nora. Shelby and Toni slow dance wrapped up in each other like they'd been all night. Stealing kisses every now and then. Dot rolling her eyes at how lovey dovey they still are after all this time.

Martha still in the other room has graduated to a more mature level of conversation with her long time boyfriend. Not even bothered she's missing the party.

Fatin and Leah dance together after their New Year's kiss. Leah a little unsure if it meant something or was just tradition. When Fatin curls her hand around Leah's neck to rest their foreheads together, Leah has a hard time breathing.

Around 2am they decide to officially call it a night with one last toast.

Cheers, here's to nothing. Hope the tears were for something. Can we drink, drink to nothing. Can we toast to the pain?

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HANDMADE HEAVEN PART ONE

Pairing: Steve Harrington X Hargrove!Reader

Summary: In which the new Queen of Hawkins High finds herself falling for the fallen king.

Song: Easier by 5 Seconds of Summer

Warnings: swearing, asshole parental figures

Words: 1.7K

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The house itself was fine, not pretty and polished like the one she grew up in, but at the very least she was grateful not to be sleeping in another motel bed filled with broken springs and anonymous stains. Susan greeted her like a good little home maker, tightly waved hair bouncing against her shoulders as she walked down the steps of the porch.

"How was it, sweetie?" The ginger woman waited with pursed lips while her step daughter stood from the vehicle. She really hated that car, it stood out like a sore thumb next to her husband's silver SUV, especially when her brothers parked alongside the two.

"Not the worst." Y/N shrugged. She missed the silent solace already, "Has Max decided which room she wants?"

Susan nodded, leading the blonde into their new home, "She's at the back opposite your father and I. William hasn't arrived yet so you have the choice of the one next to hers or ours."

Without hesitation she chose the one next to Max's. Her father helped unload her heavier furniture from the U-Haul currently fixed to the back of her red muscle car. The room was in the shape on an 'L', mirroring her step sister's. Her small double bed only just managed to fit in the crook, creating a cosy space to drift away in.

Hours of rearranging the room passed before a navy blue Camaro could be heard pulling up onto the curb and a muggy sunset made itself present in her bedroom window. Emptying out her socks into the small drawer of her dresser, Y/N dropped the empty black bin liner behind her and rushed to greet her brother.

"Billy!" She squealed, attacking him with a hug. The two would roughhouse and swear at each other like drunken sailors, but their love for each other would always be the first thing anyone noticed about the twins. He picked her up with ease and spun her around, quickly dropping her to the floor again.

Y/N's twin would sometimes forget the rude masculine persona he put on and actually behaved like himself, but it never lasted long with their father close by.

"See that hunk of crap didn't kill you on the way here then?" Billy joked as they both carried a bed frame into his new room. His distaste for the nineteen-sixty-eight Mustang Cobra was evident whenever it came up in conversation, only due to it being left to her rather than him in their mother's will.

"Not just yet." His sister hummed and the two let out a huff as they dropped the mattress onto the wooden frame. They talked about the bullshit of finishing their senior year at a completely different school and what that we're going to dress up as for Halloween. It was their favourite holiday and this year she planned on being Tom Cruise from Risky Business. Nobody would understand it but it was better than Billy's 'slutty teen boy' costume he wore most days anyway.

"Y/N/N honey, could you come into the lounge!" Susan's sugary tone rang through the house. The twins shared a look that always subconsciously found their faces when she attempted to play doting step mother.

Fucking doormat of a woman.

"Coming." The blonde shut her brothers door on the way out and walking down the hallway into the small living area. By now any remnants of the sun had long hidden away from Hawkins and only warm ceiling lights lit up her face.

Susan appeared from the kitchen door with a tray full of oatmeal cookies, grin etched into her features like puppet strings pulling at her cheeks, "Try one, would you?" She gleamed, pushing the metal tray out for emphasis, "I'd ask your father but he'd just say they were nice, never wants to upset me. He's too good."

Not wanting to answer, Y/N took a small crumbly cookie and bit into it, eyes bugging out at the statement only able to nod in response.

The step mother watched in anticipation, hair bouncing at her shoulders as usual, "So, gorgeous? Be honest with me, how are they?"

"Really good," She didn't like the woman, but couldn't deny her ability to copy a recipe, "I think these may even top the peanut butter ones."

Susan's sterile smile managed to stretch further and Y/N was scared her lips may crack and bleed from the force, "Perfect! We're handing them out to our new neighbours tomorrow. Which reminds me, I need you to get some new trainers for Maxine tomorrow, nothing expensive though, they're just for gym class. She's a four now.

The blonde resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and instead nodded while an idea popped into her head, "I drove past a giant superstore on my way here, I'm sure they're still open I can just go now."

"Are you sure, honey?" Susan sounded concerned, but Neil didn't share the same feelings, "Curfew is eleven until you start school on Monday, same rules apply here."

"I know, Dad." She nodded curtly and turned on her heel, not wasting a moment grabbing her brothers old khaki bomber jacket and her car keys. The front door shut just as quickly as it opened, leaving the small U Haul sitting on the driveway next to Billy's Camaro.

It had been her brother's favourite jacket since he was sixteen, but he'd gained so much muscle his arms couldn't slip into it anymore. Although Y/N was tall for the average girl, the material still managed to shroud her frame.

Y/N felt amazed after managing to get to the store fairly easily, she picked up some plain black pumps and paid for them with cash, pocketing the receipt to make sure Neil would reimburse her. That took less than fifteen minutes. There were still over two hours until she needed to be back at the house and she needed to make the most of any freedom from her father.

She was her mother's daughter and the opposite of Susan Mayfield-Hargrove; if someone showed themselves as a thorn and not the rose they seemed to be, they were a thorn. She could accept it and move on, which is difficult when they own the house she calls home. Her step mother was a fixer, finding wilted petals and taping them up against the thorn to appear more sightly. If Neil was the thorn, Y/N the rose, then Susan was a daisy in a field where she didn’t belong.

The younger Hargrove twin decided to explore her new home, driving around cul-de-sacs and roads which mirrored one another. After a while of aimless driving, Y/N parked up at the side of a quiet road, seeming to back onto a rich neighbourhood. She locked the muscle car, Ellie, and began walking on the edge of the road.

"Stay put, El." She whispered to herself, echoing her mother's voice. Meredith Hargrove always swore her car changed parking spaces whenever they went somewhere together.

Y/N couldn't imagine having so much space, no family was big enough to make use of it all. Her feet brought her into the small forest area, passing a few more eccentric gardens before finding one which intrigued her. The lights were all off, moonlight bouncing off the unmoving water in the centre of the garden.

Swimming had always been something the Hargrove girl not only loved but turned to in uncertainty. Billy would surf alongside her a long time ago, but he hadn't for years now. Her eyes danced around each room, unable to see any kind of life within the mansion. Against Y/N’s better judgement, she left the tall trees and let her toes edge onto someone's private property.

It seems a shame not to.

Fallen leaves stopped crunching under her brown boots as they found concrete slabs. The family must have employed a cleaner and gardener as nothing seemed out of place or dirty. The water was clear and not a single leaf or bug lay on its surface. Crouching down, her fingers drifted along the water, creating a small ripple, confirming her suspicions of how cold it would be.

She didn't care, stripping down into her underwear in the cool autumnal winds, anyone would've thought she was a crazy person. Y/N ignored the small ladder next to her and gracefully dived into the pool, swimming down to the bottom until she needed to come back up for air. The blonde lay on her back, staring up at the stars wondering what her friends were doing on the other side of America. Probably at Sadie's getting high.

Y/N wasn't sure how much time had passed, her fingertips were now wrinkled but it didn't bother her. She was in her element, so much so she didn't register when the kitchen light turned on and alerted the homeowner of someone in their pool.

Steve's body was overcome with terror as he did a double, triple take out of the kitchen window at the figure in his garden. He only wanted some leftover lasagne. Grabbing his nail punctured bat, the home alone teenager unlocked the back door, and against his own better judgement, creeped towards the intruder.

As he came closer, he was thankful to find a girl than a demogorgan, a girl he certainly didn't recognise. Her blonde hair lay on top of the water like a halo as she floated in her own world.

"Hello?" He questioned, bat still firmly in hand, "Why the fuck are you naked in my pool?"

Y/N left her mini trance, flailing in the water as her eyes found a teenage boy wielding an odd weapon, only a scream leaving her lips in response.

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