#again like one or both of them gets high n will freaks out to jonathan cuz he feels like he took advantage of mike

[theninaproject]

anyway thinking abt mike/el’s storylines n the ways they compare n contrast... how El is having memories of how someone tried to take advantage of her loneliness and a shared experience to take advantage of her and control her for their own benefit... and how Mike is feeling something but doesnt know what it is, and Will is feeling the same way but doesn’t think Mike feels the exact same way he does... how they both still click, how they both want to reach out and hold on to one another but are afraid because they both think, as Robin said for us earlier, “I ask out the wrong [girl], and bam, I’m a town pariah.”

it’s frustrating as viewers but also sweet that both Will and Mike refuse to make assumptions about one another cuz they both know what that’s like and how assumptions have been used to bully each of them respectively n just... gahhhh. i want them to really see each other by the end of this season so very badly.. </3

[andvys]

I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss | part 18

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of body dysmorphia, mentions of an eating disorder, mentions of weight loss, mentions of cheating, mentions of pregnancy (don't worry, it's nothing), depression and anxiety

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!cheerleader!reader, Eddie Munson x fem!cheerleader!reader

Summary: A conversation with a girl that you had been trying to avoid, leaves you more confused than ever -- it might just be the cause of a storm in your heart.

Word count: 6k

A/N: BIG BIG BIG SHOUTOUT TO THE LITTLE DEVIL ON MY SHOULDER AKA @hellfire--cult thank you so much for helping me, with this chapter especially! I was struggling with the dialogue at the end of this chapter and you were such a big help so thank you -- you're talented, amazing, show-stopping, perfect, thank you for helping me with the dialogues (and so many other ideas) mwah! You guys better follow her and give her stories the love they deserve

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The gym is filled with girls dressed in their cheer uniforms, the color green is starting to give you a headache, just like the sound of giggles and hushed whispers as the girls next to you talk about the latest gossip. Another supposed breakup. 

This time it’s Tommy and Carol again. 

Just three weeks back, you heard rumors about Steve and Nancy’s apparent breakup,  which turned out to be just a rumor, considering you’ve seen them together – maybe less than before but they are still around each other, laughing and smiling just like before. 

Clearly, they are still together. 

But teenagers love to make up rumors – especially about people like you and Steve. Despite both yours and his fall down the social ladder, you are still the hot topics of the school. 

They love to make up rumors about your relationship or past relationship with Steve and your friendship with Eddie – or as they still like to call him, the freak. 

Apparently you and Eddie had been seen making out in his van. 

Apparently you and Eddie have been in a secret relationship since august, last year. 

Apparently you cheated on the king with the freak. 

Apparently the satan worshiper had cursed your relationship with the king – so he could have you. 

Apparently you are pregnant with Eddie’s baby and living in his trailer. 

Apparently you and Eddie are in love and secretly married – at least, you understand that rumor. The matching rings on both yours and his ring finger may have been the cause of it. 

The pregnancy rumor made you physically sick – it made you stand in front of the mirror, checking for signs that you had gained weight. You did not, it still made you feel nauseous and you had to cancel your dinner ‘date’ with your friends. 

A sigh falls from your lips when you hear Teresa talking about her future in college – Princeton to be exact. Of course the cute brunette has it all, beauty and brains. The straight A student isn’t only one of the smartest students in Hawkins High, she is also one of the prettiest – cat eyes, a small nose and big lips, she is thin but her boobs are, well, they are huge. 

You wonder why you were ever crowned as the queen when girls like her exist. When girls like Heather and Chrissy exist. 

You wonder why Steve ever even looked your way. 

You look down at yourself, your uniform is perfectly ironed, your skin is soft and glowing after scrubbing and lathering it in moisturizer earlier this morning. You reach for the mirror in your bag, wanting to check on your makeup, one more time before the photoshooting. Your hair looks good, your make up looks good and yet, you still don’t like the way you look. 

“Well, don’t you look beautiful.” 

The frown on your face disappears when you hear his voice. Looking over your shoulder,  you see Eddie leaning against the doorframe. He is eying you with a smile on his face. He ignores all the nasty looks from the other cheerleaders before they continue getting ready for the little photo session with Jonathan – who is getting just as many nasty looks as Eddie does. 

You put the little mirror down and walk over to him, smoothing down your skirt as you take in the sight of him. He was forced to leave his leather jacket at home and he had already been whining about it since the early morning hours. Clad in his favorite jeans and a metallica shirt, you can’t help but miss the leather on his skin – it’s his staple piece but, it’s the end of May, much to Eddie’s dismay it’s too warm to walk around with vests and jackets. 

You like seeing his tattoos though and his hair in ponytail or a bun when it does get a little too warm. 

“Hi,” you say, giving him a sweet smile as you halt in front of him. 

He smiles down at you, tapping your nose, “hey sweetheart.” 

“Wanna join the photo session?” You joke, gesturing to the girls who are still getting ready as Jonathan is setting up his tripod and his camera. 

“Yeah,” Eddie says, “give me a uniform and I’m in.”

Giggling, you shake your head, “your butt would look cute in a cheer skirt.”

“Oh, not as cute as yours,” he winks, grinning at you when you look away with a blush on your cheeks. 

“Are you enjoying the last day as the cheer captain?” 

“You have no idea how much I wanna get rid of that title,” you laugh, “I’m ready to give that position up to Chrissy.” 

You haven’t been loving cheerleading as much as you used to. Things changed, especially this year. 

“I’m ready to get the hell out of here.” 

“You and me both, sweetheart.” 

“You know, I always thought that I’d go to college after high school,” you say as you look around the room, “but now, I’m just lost. I wouldn’t even know what to major in if I did go to college a-and I don’t even know what college I’d go to – and why am I even stressing about it, it’s too late for that now–”

Eddie places his hands on your shoulders, “I thought we settled on not stressing about our future anymore.” 

“Yeah but–” 

“No buts,” Eddie chuckles, “you’re taking a gap year, you still got your job at the record store and I’ll work at the garage, we’ll save up some money this summer and then–”

“And then we’ll go on that road trip.”

“Exactly,” he smiles, “we’ve been planning it for weeks now, don’t let college ruin that.”

Your shoulders slump and you sigh, “I just, I hear all of them talking about college,” you pause, gesturing to the girls behind you, “a-and it makes me think that maybe it was a mistake not to apply to any.”

His eyes soften at the worry in your eyes, he shakes his head. 

“I don’t think it’s a mistake.”

“It’s not?” 

“No, you got all the time in the world to join all these boring people in the normal world,” he chuckles, pulling you closer, “let’s live in our own world for a little longer,” he smiles, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear before he fixes the bow in your ponytail. 

“Our dreams will be crushed the moment we step into the real world, let’s not let that happen so soon.”

You eye his face and curl of his lips as he stares at you. 

“Our own world,” you smile, nodding, “I think I like that more anyways.”

“Yeah?” He grins. 

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

“Good,” you repeat after him, making him chuckle. 

He tilts his head with a smile on his face, “did you do your make up differently?” 

“Uh yeah, I did pink eye shadow today,” you chuckle, “I’m surprised you noticed it, guys usually don’t pay attention to these things.”

“I’m offended that you think I’m one of those guys,” he jokes, placing his hand on his chest, “I notice everything about you, sweetheart.” 

He notices every slight change. A different hairstyle, new clothes, the new color of your lipstick, the slightest change in your behavior, your eating habits, your struggles. He notices it all. 

“You look gorgeous.”

“Thanks,” you smile but the look in your eyes isn’t genuine and it makes him frown. 

“Not as gorgeous as Teresa.”

“Who the fuck is Teresa,” he mumbles in confusion. 

You point to the cheerleader and Eddie follows your gaze. You watch him closely as he looks at the pretty cheerleader. 

Does he think she’s gorgeous? Does he think she looks better than you? Does he think she looks sexy in her tight uniform? Does he think her boobs look good?

The reaction you expected never comes, he scrunches his face up and a look of distaste crosses his features.

“That bitch threw gum in my hair.” 

A laugh tumbles from your lips, you cup your hand over your mouth when the others turn to look at you.

“That’s not funny, y/n!” Eddie frowns, though his eyes are filled with amusement, “Wayne had to cut a chunk of my hair because I couldn’t get it out.” 

“Your poor hair!” You pout, reaching out to touch his curls. 

Both you and Eddie are unaware of the new set of eyes watching the two of you. 

Steve just left the coach’s office, passing by the gym when he heard your laughter, he couldn’t help but peek inside the open gym. 

His eyes fall on you, right away. 

It’s been a while since you had talked, though you had been more present in his life since the night before your birthday, you were still far from actually being back in his life. The only interactions the two of you have are the ones in the hallway or in classes, greeting one another and saying goodbye. That’s all but he wishes he would see more of you. 

Things haven’t been easy in the past few weeks, he barely passed the exams, sleepless nights haunt him and his days usually consist of reading and trying to better his cooking skills – he has nothing else to do. He has no one to talk to, no one to hang out with, no one to be with, not even his parents. 

He had never been more miserable than he is right now. 

There you are, pressing yourself against Eddie as you play with his hair, looking happier than ever. 

Eddie, who wraps his arm around your waist and looks down at you like you are the most precious thing in this world. 

Steve’s eyes are filled with nothing but sadness. He doesn’t even have the power to feel jealous anymore. 

“Hey Steve!” 

Shit. 

All eyes are now on him, including yours and Eddie’s. 

Steve tears his eyes away from you and turns to look at Jonathan who is walking towards him with his camera. By the look in his eyes, Steve can tell that he wants to do anything but talk to him. 

“Uh – it’s good that you’re here,” Jonathan mumbles, holding the camera up, “Principle Higgins asked for a picture of you and y/n.” 

Steve’s brows furrow and confusion takes over his face, “me and y/n?” He asks, “why?”

Jonathan shrugs, refraining from rolling his eyes, “cause you’re the captain of the basketball team and she’s cheer captain.” 

“Oh.” 

Jonathan looks away from Steve, glancing in your direction, waving you over. 

You look just as confused as Steve does but you make your way over to them nonetheless. 

“Hi,” you mumble to Steve before your eyes find Jonathan who stands between you two, awkwardly. 

“Hey,” Steve smiles at you. 

“Principle Higgins wants a picture of you two together,” Jonathan explains to you, “cause you’re both Captains.” 

You raise your brows, “uh okay,” you snort, “what does the cheer captain have to do with–” 

“Don’t ask me, y/n,” Jonathan chuckles as he motions for you both to follow him, “I’m just as confused.” 

“That’s weird,” you mumble, glancing at Steve who’s awfully quiet. 

“Let’s do it in front of the banners,” Jonathan looks over his shoulder, giving you a small smile but avoiding Steve’s eyes – you notice it. 

Does he feel guilty about kissing his girlfriend? You saw them together yesterday, Nancy and Jonathan. They didn’t even bother to hide their affection. They kissed in the parking lot in front of everyone to see. All they got were a few weird looks, no one seemed to pay much attention to them – no one except for you. You stood frozen in place, a mix of confusion and anger rushing through you. 

Despite the things that Steve had done to you, he still didn’t deserve that. 

You didn’t know whether you should tell him or not, by the sullen look in his eyes, you can tell that he already knows. 

“Alright, just uh–” Jonathan waves his hand at you and Steve, looking around awkwardly, “scoot a little closer.” 

You don’t have to look around the gym to see all the eyes on you, you can feel them and you can hear the hushed whispers.

Steve ignores them but he can’t help but take a look at Eddie who is still standing in the same spot as before. He watches you. 

You step closer to Steve, when he lifts his arm up for you. You place your hand on his back and he places his hand on your waist. Steve looks away from Eddie when the latter looks down. 

Jonathan looks through his camera, squinting his eyes as he motions with his hand, “a little closer, y/n.” 

Steve feels your body closer against his, your hand slides down to his waist, your touch fills him with a warmth that he hasn’t felt in a long time, it makes his heart beat a little faster, it fills him with life. 

If a simple touch of your hand can make him feel such things, he wonders what a kiss from you would cause. 

For a moment, he forgets about his surroundings and what he is supposed to be doing. The sound of chatter, whispers and giggles fly by him. His attention is on you and he basks in the feeling of being so close to you, of feeling your touch, of being able to look at you – not from afar but from such a close distance. 

After a few snaps, Jonathan pulls back to look at the pictures he just took, he furrows his brows and glances up at the two of you. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask, not pulling away from Steve just yet, “do I look okay?” 

Jonathan huffs with a soft chuckle, “yeah, you look good but uh, Steve? You’re supposed to look into the camera,” he says awkwardly. 

Your breath hitches in your throat when you look up to see him staring at you – now with a blush on his cheeks. Oh. He wasn’t looking into the camera because he was too busy looking at you. 

He closes his eyes, furrowing his brows, “right.” 

You can’t help but smile to yourself – a flustered Steve is not something you will ever get used to. 

“Alright,” Jonathan mumbles after snapping a few more pictures, “I got it now.”

He looks up from his camera, giving Steve a tight lipped smile, “thanks Steve, you can go now,” he says before he steps away himself. 

You feel the hesitation in his touch before he lets go of you, stepping away slowly.

“Alright uh, I’m gonna,” he mumbles, scratching the back of his neck as he points to the entrance. 

“Yeah,” you whisper but you hesitate as well and you find yourself looking into his eyes again. 

The sadness has taken over. 

You know that he knows about Nancy and Jonathan. 

Why is he still with her? 

Why is he still with her after everything he said to you? 

Why is he still with her when she is seeing someone else? 

He gives you a halfhearted smile before he turns away but you stop him, reaching for his hand before he can take the first step away from you. You grip it tightly, unaware of the feeling in his heart that you had caused with yet another simple touch. 

He looks down at your hand only to notice another, new ring adorning your hand. A skull ring on your ring finger – he doesn’t know why such a small item can cause him so much despair. He doesn’t have to ask to know where or who you had gotten it from. 

“Are you okay?” 

The softness in your voice matches the one in your eyes, it makes him want to cry. 

How could he ever be okay without you in his life? 

Now that he had finally dropped the act and let go of a fake love, he had nothing to hold onto anymore. 

He lost his best friend, he lost the love of his life, he lost the one. All because he was an insecure coward. 

The past few weeks have shown him how much he had truly ruined, how alone he really is without you in his life. 

He needed to lose you to realize that you are all he ever wanted. 

He doesn’t need a bunch of friends who don’t even care about him nor does he need girls chasing after him or the popularity that he no longer has or even wants. 

You, he only wants you. 

But he won’t fight for someone who he doesn’t deserve to have.  

You look at him with worry in your eyes as you wait for him to answer your question. 

No. No, he is not okay. 

He has never felt more lost in his life than he does at this moment. 

The emptiness in his chest is eating at him and he doesn’t know how to keep going when every day feels like hell.

Every night he stares at the bottles of expensive whiskey in his dad’s office, contemplating whether or not he should just drink until he no longer feels anything. Deep down he knows that the whiskey would just make everything so much worse. 

Maybe it would lead him back to you, maybe it would lead him to the phone on his nightstand, maybe he would make the mistake of calling or even seeing you only to beg for another chance – which would only end in heartbreak. 

You won’t take him back.

Steve will forever hate himself for losing you. 

“Yeah,” he says, forcing a smile on his face, “I’m okay.” 

And for a moment, it isn’t a lie. For a moment, he does feel okay when he still feels your hand in his, when he sees the worry and the softness in your beautiful eyes and the necklace around your neck, the locket that he gave you. You are wearing it. And that alone is enough for his heart to flutter and for the emptiness in his chest to disappear – even if only temporary. 

He avoids your eyes and that proves to you that he isn’t okay but just like he never pressured you, you don’t do it either. 

“A-Are you going to college?” You ask, not wanting him to go so soon. 

Your question surprises him, it’s been a long time since you had initiated a conversation. 

“No,” he says, shaking his head. “It doesn’t seem really appealing to me.”

“But you wanted to go to college, Steve.”

He runs his fingers through his hair, tilting his head with a small chuckle.

“That uh, that was our dream. I only wanted to go to college with you.”

His hand is still in yours, his sad eyes are still gazing into yours. 

“You wanted to go to college with me?” Your eyes widen when he nods, “for me?” 

“Yeah,” he breathes, “I couldn’t stand the thought of being away from you so,” he trails off as he watches the way sadness crosses your features. 

Your heart jumps at his words. 

“That’s uh, that’s funny,” you laugh, “cause I couldn’t stand the thought of being away from you so I always told you that I had this huge college dream when I never even knew what I actually wanted.”

Steve’s brows furrow and his eyes fill with confusion but also with amusement. 

“Really?” He chuckles. 

“Yeah.” 

His eyes crinkle and his smile widens. 

“Wow. We would’ve gone to college together not knowing that it’s something neither of us wanted,” he says, “unless it’s something that you want now?”

“Oh no,” you mumble, “I-I’m not going to college. For now, I’m stuck at the record store which is actually being moved to Starcourt soon.” 

His eyes light up. 

“Oh, the record store is being moved?” 

“Yeah!”

“I guess we’ll keep seeing each other then.” 

While the thought leaves him with excitement, it must leave you with annoyance – at least that’s what he thinks. 

The look on your face is puzzled.

“I got a job at the ice cream parlor,” he clears his throat, “Scoops Ahoy.” 

Suddenly, he feels embarrassed and his cheeks heat up. You used to date a king, a popular guy, the captain of the basketball team with his apparent bright athlete future. 

And now he is just Steve Harrington who barely got his diploma, who threw his athlete future down the drain to work at an ice cream parlor. How humiliating. 

Your jaw drops and your eyes widen, “no way! Scoops Ahoy?” 

“Yeah..”

“Oh my god!” You giggle excitedly. “I’ll be your regular.”

Steve can’t help but laugh at your enthusiasm. 

“You did love your ice cream.”

“Yeah, I still do.” 

You are still smiling at him and he can’t help but smile back at you. This almost feels like a dream – standing here with your hand still in his, laughing and smiling with you like the past no longer matters. 

“Y/n!” Chrissy calls for you. 

You tear your eyes away from his and glance over his shoulder. 

Chrissy motions for you to join her and the other cheerleaders – who are all trying to hide the fact that they were just staring at you and Steve. 

“Come on!” She says as she glares at Steve’s back. 

“Yeah, I’m coming.”

Steve’s face falls, though his smile still lingers when you look back at him. You remove your hand from his. 

“So uh, I guess I’ll see you around?” 

He nods, “yeah,” he mumbles. 

You step away from him but this time, he stops you. With a hand on your wrist and your name falling from his lips, he makes you halt in your tracks. 

You look back at him with raised brows. 

His soft eyes make your heart race, his touch makes you feel warm. 

“You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you whisper. 

He knows you don’t believe it, you never did, no matter how many times he told you these words, you never believed them. 

“The locket looks good on you,” he smiles. 

You place your other hand on your chest, touching the locket, “thanks, I love it.”

Chrissy rolls her eyes, watching the interaction between you and Steve. Annoyed at the affection and the smiles you are giving him, she forces herself to look away. 

Steve always finds a way to sneak his way back into your life. He doesn’t deserve you, not after everything that happened. 

She knows that you might never stop loving him but she hopes that your love for him won’t stop you from letting another one in. She narrows her eyes, glancing at the metalhead who is still standing by the door, watching you with an intense look on his face, one that can only be described as jealousy. 

It’s the same look you always wore when you saw Steve with other girls. 

She sighs, shaking her head.

Chrissy might not be a close friend of Eddie’s but she knows that his feelings for you are nowhere near platonic and she knows that what you are feeling might be deeper than that too, though you are still oblivious, too focused on your feelings for your ex boyfriend. 

She hopes that you will let go of them someday. 

-

The first big summer storm hits the town of Hawkins on a Friday afternoon. The rain is falling down harshly from the sky, the wind is howling through the trees, the bright lighting lights up the darkened sky every few seconds as the thunder crashes loudly. 

The streets are empty as the water flushes down the road. 

Of course you had to come to the library today. 

You should’ve come here tomorrow, you should’ve stayed home. 

You tried to leave the library when the storm just started but the librarian, an elderly woman named Margaret, refused to let you leave. She forced a book into your hand and told you to take a seat by the window. 

She didn’t even let you put up a fight. She offered you a cup of coffee and told you to wait out the storm. 

It’s been an hour but the storm is still raging and you are becoming restless. You hate being stuck in public places.

You take the book that she gave you and leave the table, giving her a tight lipped smile as you pass by the counter. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not trying to sneak out,” you whisper to her when she gives you a pointed look. 

“You better not, young lady,” she says with a mean voice but her eyes are kind. 

You chuckle at her, flashing her a smile before you disappear into the aisle where the shelves are filled with nothing but dramatic romances and sad love stories – your favorites. 

The smell of paper and coffee, the sound of rain and thunder fills you with a nostalgic feeling. You love these types of afternoons, sitting down with a book you love, listening to the rain paddling down the windows after you light up your favorite candle and drinking a hot cup of coffee – too bad you did not stay at home, you could have done just that. 

As you walk down the aisle and you trace the books, trying to find one that calls for you, you don’t find a story that you would love to read, instead, you find the girl that has been the cause of a lot of pain in your life. 

You halt in your tracks when you find her sitting in the little nook by the window. A large book resting on her lap. 

You don’t know why you freeze, why you don’t just walk away, why you keep standing there like a fool as you stare at the girl that stole your boyfriend – ex boyfriend. 

She glances up from her book when she feels your eyes on her.

For a moment, she freezes too and stares back at you. 

What are you doing? Just walk away. The angel on your shoulder whispers, trying to save you from the awkwardness of this situation. 

No. Confront her. Tell her what you saw.

You were never one to let the devil win. You were always a good, obedient girl. Always listening to the things the good ones whispered to you. Always doing what you were supposed to do. Always being kind and sweet to everyone around you. Always doing the right thing. 

Maybe that is where you went wrong, by doing the apparent right things. 

But you never did what you wanted to do. 

So you let the devil for once – or maybe the devil is actually the angel and the angel that has been whispering all these discouraging words to you, is actually the devil in disguise,  waiting for you to fail, changing your mind about the things that you want.

“Can I help you?” Nancy asks slowly.

You notice that her hair is shorter than it used to be, a few of her curls fall from the clip that is holding her hair together. 

“No,” you shake your head. 

She furrows her brows when you make your way over to her. 

“But there’s something that I wanted to talk to you about.” 

“You wanted to talk to me?” She asks, pointing between the two of you. 

Surprised that you want to talk to her now. 

You nod. 

Nancy can’t help but feel nervous. Despite her dislike for you, she is aware of her wrongs. You have every right to be angry at her – if you are angry at her. 

“I saw you with Jonathan.” 

She tilts her head, eyes straying from you. She looks confused. 

“What?” 

You cross your arms over your chest, the bracelet around your wrist slides down a little. 

“I saw you kissing him.”

“So?” 

“So?” 

Now you feel the anger rushing through you. 

Does she not feel ashamed? 

You scoff, shaking your head in disbelief. 

“I should be the last person to care about this but I still care about him,” you start as you stare into her confused eyes, “what are you doing is disgusting.”

Nancy begins to understand a little but a part of her still leaves her with a big question mark. 

“I shouldn’t be defending him but I know that he is a good person, despite everything,” you murmur the last part with an eye roll, “and I know that he is good to you.” 

Nancy straightens her back, she pushes the book off of her lap and holds her hands up, “okay, uh I’m a little confused.”

“Oh, you’re confused?” You mumble, trying to keep your voice down, “you’re confused about the fact that you are cheating – openly?” 

Technically, you are not wrong. She did cheat but not anymore. 

“I’m not cheating,” she mumbles, “we’re not together anymore.”

Silence fills the space between the two of you. The only sound you both hear is the thunder and the rain outside before you speak up after a long pause. 

“What?” You ask and Nancy realizes that you don’t know. 

How do you not know about the break up? 

How do you not know that he left her? 

She stands up and crosses her arms over her chest, mimicking your pose. 

“Steve broke up with me.” 

You are stunned. These news are something you did not expect. 

“A few weeks ago, actually,” she explains, “when he came back from you.”

Oh. 

He broke up with her, the night before your birthday, after seeing you. 

“I’m not cheating on Steve. Jonathan and I, we’re together.” 

So, the rumors were true, after all. 

They broke up – he broke up with her. 

“Oh.”

Nancy looks you up and down. There you stand, wide eyed, confused and definitely unaware of the break up that happened so long ago. 

“You didn’t… know?” 

You shake your head and you lean your body against the shelf behind you. 

“No, I-I didn’t know.”

You had almost forgotten about the raging storm when a bolt of lightning strikes through the sky and the lights in the library flicker for a few seconds. 

You draw in a long sharp breath and look down. 

Why didn’t he tell you? You wonder. 

Nancy asks herself the same thing. Why did Steve not tell you about the break up? Why didn’t he call you the way he called her after he broke up with you? 

The two of you stand in front of each other, shocked.

And as Nancy takes a closer look at you, as she sees the slight frown, the look in your eyes, the tension in your shoulders, the hand over your heart. She knows. She knows that there is still something. 

You are still processing the news, she can tell by the way your eyes flicker back and forth as though you are trying to piece something together. 

“Wait so.. you heard the rumors and you didn’t… think they were true?” 

Your hair falls in front of your face when you lift your head, you don’t bother to push it away. 

“I– well, I…I saw you two together a lot, so, it was hard to believe the rumors.. you know?” 

Nancy nods in understanding. 

“I get it… Then, the rumors with Eddie are not true?” 

For a moment, you think about her question before you turn your head to look at her with a frown. 

“The one I’m pregnant? The one where he sacrificed a lamb to get my undying love and devotion? The one where I cheated on Steve? Which one of them all?” 

Nancy’s eyes widen. 

She can’t help but snort at all those rumors. Shaking her head with an amused smile, she looks down with furrowed brows, “trust me, even I know Munson looks scary but probably is a fan of Garfield or something,” she chuckles. 

A smile tugs at your lips. 

“He does have Garfield pajamas.”

She looks at you with a stunned expression before you both burst into giggles. 

Nancy shakes her head again as the smile fades away. 

“And no, not the pregnant one either.. Jesus,” she sighs. Her eyes find your body again, she looks you up and down with a look that you cannot read. 

Suddenly, you feel self conscious again. You feel the urge to wrap your arms around your waist, wanting to hide your body. 

But her words aren’t ones that you expected. 

“If you’re pregnant with a body like that, is the baby like smushed to the very back?” 

Your breath gets caught in your throat. Your eyes widen at her words and you restrain yourself from gasping or holding your hand in front of your mouth or your stomach. 

Nancy had spent so much time feeling jealous of you, of what you had – because at one point, she thought that you had everything. Beauty, popularity, friends and a guy who was hopelessly in love with you. You had it all and when she got a taste of what you had, she wanted it. She wanted him. She painted a false picture of you in her head, to make herself feel better about stealing from you. 

Though, the false picture in her head didn’t stay for long, it started crumbling the moment she walked into the girls bathroom to hear you crying. She knew it was you, the backpack that laid on the ground had a pin of The Cure on the front, one that only you had. 

After that, she began to pay attention to you. 

She saw the way you looked at Steve, weeks, months after he left you. 

She saw the sadness, the heartbreak, the pain in your eyes and the love that never left. 

She saw the way you looked at the other girls and the way you looked at yourself. The way you stayed in the locker room, a little longer than the other girls. 

The way you looked at her and compared yourself to her. 

All because of him. 

“Y-You look amazing is what I’m trying to say,” Nancy says nervously. 

A flush creeps up to your face as you gape at her. 

To hear it from Steve or even Eddie is one thing, to hear it from a girl who bashed on you, who belittled you is a whole other thing. It feels.. good. 

“T-Thank you..”

Nancy clears her throat, suddenly feeling embarrassed. Desperately wanting to kill the awkward tension, she goes back to your previous question.

“No… The one where you and Eddie are dating.” 

It takes you a moment to realize what she means. Your mouth falls open and recognition dawns your face. 

“No, it’s not true either. None of them are,” you brows knit together, “wait, why did you think it was true?”

There’s amusement in her features as she takes in the sight of your confused face. She shrugs, “you’re always clinging to one another, and you guys literally kiss on the cheek! Like, who does that to a friend? And– you sit on his lap! It’s hard not to think you two have something going on!” 

You press your hands together, laughing awkwardly, “uh, well, that’s how best friends interact,” you say these words with a twinge of pain in your chest but you don’t understand it, the reasoning behind the pain is unclear to you. 

“Trust me, that’s not how best friends interact with each other – or look at each other,” she adds quietly. 

“L-Like what?”

She stares at you in amusement, albeit a little bewildered. 

“You’re a little oblivious, aren’t you?” 

“Oblivious to what?” 

She looks away from you with a small smile, glancing out the window, she pretends to be surprised, “oh, it looks like the storm finally stopped!” She points out. 

The storm had indeed stopped, though the one inside of you, has just begun. 

Nancy reaches for the book on the nook. She grabs her bag and turns back to you, “I gotta go home. Jonathan and my mom must be worried.” 

You follow her with your eyes, staring at her desperately. 

She looks over her shoulder after passing by you, “one piece of advice? Pay attention.” 

And with that, Nancy Wheeler leaves you standing in the empty aisle. 

“What?”

next chapter

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[cptindanvers]

as this season ends [you pt. 2]

summary: you get over what you can’t fix. but bandaids can’t stitch things back to how they were.

pairing: steve harrington x reader

notes: big ANGST!! hurt/comfort, a lot of relationship building & slow burn. slightly canon-divergent for the ~drama~

word count: 3.7k!! buckle in buds

a/n: WOOOOOO it’s been a while!! this part is really different from the first one but im very proud of both of them (you pt1 is one of my fav fics ive written) but my writing style has changed a lot and i really hope this part doesnt bore anyone,, im a fan of longer works and am really happy with how this part turned out :)

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Autumn had taken longer to come this year. The sticky summer heat slowly dissipated as the leaves turned brown and the temperature dropped steadily. Cool air greeted you every time you stepped outside; the pre-winter chill was beginning to teeter on uncomfortable, rippling wind bringing back painful memories.

For the first time in a long time, things were comfortable - as much as they could be. The ache in your heart subsided as the months grew on, and you accepted the relationship between Steve and Nancy.

Honestly, you had forced yourself to push down any negative emotions you most certainly felt - seeing the way Steve and Nancy looked at each other felt like a pat on the back and a punch in the face all at once. They were clearly happy together; that was all you wanted for your friends, right? Plus, Steve had changed, so much. Some nights you wished you were the one who could’ve brought that change. You wished you were good enough to make him want to be better.

But you didn’t let it hurt you anymore.

You were more than content with your relationships now - Steve and Nancy were still kept at an arm’s length away; though you didn’t think they even noticed with how absorbed they were in each other. Your place in the Byers household grew tremendously, considering you barely even glanced at Jonathan Byers before… everything.

A routine formed a few weeks after the nightmares began - the bags under your eyes and a slip in conversation gave you away to Jonathan. Neither of you could sleep soundly; memories of the monster that had hunted your loved ones always in the back of your head.

You hung out at the Byers’ more and more - you spent the night more often than not, your place at the breakfast table established long ago. You and Jonathan took turns driving to school, splitting to your respective classes and later finding each other in the parking lot for lunch; sometimes you ate in a comfortable silence, sometimes you’d listen to music accompanied by light conversation and bubbly laughter. Whatever it was, you two were inseparable.

The two of you were a sight - former Steve Harrington conquest with freak Jonathan Byers, previously rumored to have killed his brother? There were dozens of whispers and rumors surrounding you everywhere you went.

The grand decline of your social standing didn’t really faze you; you’d only had a place in the Hawkins High social pyramid by association with Steve, and you’d really rather be called a waste of a pretty face behind your back than deal with Steve and Company again.

When that last bell rang, you were the first one out of your class. Leaning by Jonathan’s locker as eager kids pushed past, you’d wait for him to reach you from his class on the opposite side of school. That car ride home was always your favorite part of the day, windows down and worry momentarily escaping you.

Though, the anxiety never held off for long.

Everything that happened last year would stick with you for the rest of your life; that much was clear early on. You hadn’t realized the extent of how deeply it all haunted you until you realized how small your circle had become. Circumstances aside, deeper relationships were limited to the people who’d gone through last year’s events with you. Which led to a more careful watch over everyone, especially the kids.

A protectiveness over Will had started since he’d gone missing, and had slowly spread to each member of the party - much to their annoyance. Despite your overprotective tendencies, you’d always ended up winning the kids over with snacks or toys, to which they’d declare how you were their favorite older teen and their beloved Paladin, whatever that meant. (You’d really tried to sit with them and understand their game, considering the monster you’d fought last year was straight out of it - but the entire thing made your head spin.)

Now, Halloween was coming up and you could feel the excitement radiating off the boys as they discussed their plans for Ghostbuster costumes. You could see the worry in Joyce’s eyes when Will hinted towards the group’s plans to trick-or-treat; it was easy to spot when you shared the same concerns. You trusted Will and the boys, but anything could happen. Though, as Joyce slowly but surely warmed up to the idea, you couldn’t help but share Will’s excitement for the greatest night of the year.

Things were comfortable - as much as they could’ve possibly been. Then, suddenly and painfully, that thin blanket of normalcy was ripped to shreds.

⁂

It was up to you and Jonathan to chaperone the kids tonight, but god. This headache was killing you and there was no way you’d be able to handle screaming kids all night. After an eternity of pleading and reassurance, you were snuggled on your couch, relishing the silence around you. It didn’t take very long for you to drift off, dreamless sleep taking over. You didn’t mind; it was the best case scenario nowadays.

A harsh knock at the door startled you awake, heart rate increasing as your throat tightened with worry. Anxious, unreasonable thoughts flooded your brain as you waited for any confirmation that the sound was conjured by your own disheveled mind, jumpy and paranoid.

A second knock at the door, weaker than the other, led you to the door in an instant. You could barely make anything out through the small peephole in the dark. You took a deep breath before opening the door with one good pull, your brain taking a while to catch up when you realized the figure you saw was walking away before turning towards you in surprise. The reasonable idea that it was Halloween night with tons of kids running around suddenly made its way into your brain.

But the figure on your porch was entirely too tall and alone to be kids trick-or-treating.

Your brain came to a stop when you realized who that figure was, squinting in the dim light to make sure you weren’t officially losing it.

“Steve?”

Steve looked like a deer in headlights, perfectly still as he tried to make sense of the emotions on your face.

“Sorry,” was all he could say as he turned away from you, guilt mixed with something else.

He shouldn’t have come here. He had no right to do this to you, to seek out your comfort when he’d hurt you so badly before.

“Steve,” your voice came out softer than you’d expected, gentle and warm. “It’s okay.”

With a few unconscious steps taken forward, Steve was wrapped up in your arms, arms tight against you as his body shook.

“It’s okay.” You repeated, rubbing circles into his back as you felt silent tears stain your shoulder.

Steve hadn’t told you what happened, but that terrible, sinking feeling in your chest and with his broken sobs were enough for you to invite Steve inside and out of the chilly autumn air.

Leading him to the couch and wrapping the blanket you were under only thirty minutes ago, you sat next to Steve in silence; hands over his in comfort as he collected himself.

“Nancy…” he started, voice breaking.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me.” You didn’t really want to know. You were treading on a thin line of friendly and actually friends with Steve. One wrong move would crush the wall you’d spent so long building. All the distance you kept wouldn’t have been for nothing if you never let Steve get too close.  

What if you fell in love with him again?

“I think she broke up with me.” Steve’s voice was quiet, but the pain in his voice was evident. It was the same pain you heard when he talked about his parents, or his future, or anything he used to share with you in a hushed voice. All those talks that’d end with a kiss and a promise that you’d find a way to fix things, together.

“Oh, Steve.” You squeezed his hands harder, hoping the motion would ground him, if nothing else. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s what I deserve, right?” Steve laughed humorlessly, hesitantly pulling his hands away from yours.

“What? No, it’s not-”

“Enough with that... bullshit.” Steve shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “We hurt you. I hurt you. It’s karma.”

“Steve. You don’t deserve this.”

“You’re right. I don’t deserve you.” Steve pulled back, looking anywhere but you. “I shouldn’t be here.”

“Steve!” You were frustrated now, exasperated that Steve’s name was seemingly the only thing you were able to say. You knew he always felt bad about what he did but…

“I forgave you. Both of you.” You said as soothingly as you could. Your mind was a mess; the hurt mixing with sympathy as Steve spilled his heart out. You still cared about Steve, even through your messy breakup. Maybe that was a mistake. It would’ve been a lot easier for you to hate Steve and Nancy, but you couldn’t. They were good people, underneath everything. One mistake didn’t have to dictate the rest of their lives.

“Yeah, I didn’t deserve that either.” Steve laughed bitterly.

“I don’t think it’s very fair for you to decide what you deserve or not. That was my choice. Take it or leave it.” You didn’t mean to snap. An uncomfortable silence hung around the two of you as your words settled in.

“You still deserve to be happy, Steve.” Even if it’s not with me.

Steve turned to look at you, really look at you. He hadn’t done that in a while. You picked at the hem of your plain t-shirt, pajama clad legs crossed over each other. Your eyes were puffy with dark circles he’d never noticed before. How long had they been there?

Steve opened his mouth to say something, but nothing seemed to form. No words, no thoughts. How had you loved him when you were selfless and he was so selfish?

Your landline rung, saving Steve from having to break the silence. He clutched onto the blanket tighter, averting his eyes as you got up to answer.

“Hello?” You were expecting Jonathan to answer on the other end, letting you know that the kids were home safe. He knew how much you worried.

“Hey sweetie, sorry to call so late. Mike and Will are here and really, it’s no problem if Will stays for a while! But Dustin and Lucas didn’t come by, so-

"I’m so sorry, Mrs. Wheeler, I’ll be right there.” Where the hell was Jonathan?

“It’s really not a problem! No one at the Byers’ was picking up, so I just got a little worried. I know you’re really close with them.”

“Yeah.” You nodded, not realizing Mrs. Wheeler couldn’t see you. “I’ll be right there.”

You hung up abruptly, cutting off whatever Mrs. Wheeler was saying.

A new wave of worry washed over as you wondered where Jonathan had gone. Had something happened to Will that made him go to Mike’s so early into the night? Why weren’t the others with them?

You turned around and were hit with guilt. You’d completely forgotten Steve was there. He was standing now, attempting to neatly fold the blanket he’d been using.

“I should go.” He stated, full attention on smoothing the stubborn folds of the stupid blanket.

“You don’t have to.” You said, a little too quickly for your own liking. Steve looked away from the blanket for a second, glancing nervously at the sincerity in your eyes.

“You shouldn’t be alone right now.” You said sincerely.

So Steve let himself believe you.

“When’d you get a car?” Steve asked, inspecting the decorations as the two of you climbed in.

You shrugged. “A while ago.”

⁂

The rest of the ride was quiet, music from the radio playing lowly in the background. Occasionally, Steve would mutter more about what happened between him and Nancy, and you’d give him all the reassurance he needed. She was just drunk or, she really cares about you, y’ know? But the small smile on Steve’s face never seemed to reach his eyes.

You hadn’t realized how terrible of a situation it was until you knocked on Mrs. Wheeler’s door and she opened up with a bright small, albeit a little surprised to see Steve.

Shit. How could you be so stupid, bringing Steve to Nancy’s house?

“Basement?” You said abruptly, not realizing you cut off the conversation Mrs. Wheeler was having with Steve.

“Oh, yes-”

“Thanks.” You’d apologize for your rude behavior later.

You knew realistically, Will was fine, but that itching feeling in your chest wouldn’t go away, anxiety mixing with nerves to get Steve out of there.

It’d been a while since you’d been inside the Wheeler house, taking a second to process where you were going in your frazzled state. You turned a corner too quickly and consequently almost crashed into someone.

Your name left Jonathan’s lips as his left yours, both tones confused. Jonathan’s concern only grew when he glanced at Steve behind you.

“Are you here for Will?” You asked, searching for answers on Jonathan’s face.

“Will’s here?”

You could only gape at Jonathan in disbelief, your headache coming back as you rubbed your face with your hands in frustration.

“You-!” Rage consumed you but you bit your words back, knowing you’d say something you’d regret. “Yes, he’s here,” you managed to get out between grit teeth.

“Did something happen?”

“How am I supposed to know? You were supposed to be with him tonight.” The guilt in Jonathan’s eyes was enough for you to regret your words instantly. Moving past Jonathan, you opened the door to the basement before you could make things worse, clamoring down the stairs in a hurry.

Will and Mike were sitting on the couch side by side, in deep discussion that was clearly not meant to be overheard, evident by the way their heads snapped at the sudden noise. Were they hiding something?

They greeted you instantly, confused by the two boys that followed your lead, especially Steve. But they’d heard how your angry voice carried and decided against poking at the subject.

“You guys have fun?” You asked with a smile, a complete 180 from your brief conversation with Jonathan.

As if it wasn’t obvious, the boys glanced at each other before delivering stiff smiles. “Uh.. yeah.” Mike coughed.

Definitely hiding something.

“Are we going home now?” Will stood up abruptly. That was the nail in the coffin - Will was never eager to leave his friends.

“Yeah, but I won’t be staying over tonight. Sorry, bud.” You smiled softly at Will, hand on his shoulder as you guided him up the stairs.

“Goodnight, Mike!” You called down. “Brush your teeth or they’ll all fall out!”

“Shut up!”

⁂

You let Will and Steve jump into Jonathan’s and your cars, respectively, before you pulled Jonathan aside.

“Where the hell were you? Why weren’t you with the kids?”

“I let them go by themselves for a while.” Jonathan shrugged.

“What was more important than them? Than Will?”

“Don’t do that. Nothing’s more important than Will.” Jonathan scoffed. “I just went to a party-”

“A party? Since when do you abandon Will to go to fucking parties?”

“I didn’t abandon him!” Jonathan ran a frustrated hand through his hair in an attempt to recollect himself. “You know, you have to stop treating him like he’s five eventually.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was the devil for worrying. You weren’t there because you decided to go to some stupid party and something happened-”

“Something happened?”

It was your turn to scoff.

“Are you fucking kidding? It’s obvious-”

“Oh, so you know Will better than I do now?” Jonathan knew he was being completely unreasonable now, but he couldn’t help the words spilling out of his mouth.

You turned back to your car, headache hammering through your skull.

“Call me when you find out what happened.”

“Yeah, go back home with Steve. What the fuck is up with that, anyway!” Jonathan called after your retreating figure, wanting to kick himself instantly. He’d have a lot of apologizing to do later. But for now, he got into the car, waiting for Will to say something, anything about what happened. Was he really such a terrible brother not to notice anything wrong with Will? On the trip back home (including all the stalling Jonathan did to give Will extra opportunities), nothing left Will’s mouth other than a fake yawn and quick goodnight.

⁂

Your hands clutched your steering wheel angrily, knuckles noticeably white. You and Jonathan never argued. You knew it’d all turn out okay between you two, but he had serious explaining to do. And yet, his words kept replaying in your head.

You have to stop treating him like he’s five eventually.

You did not treat Will like a toddler! You treated him like he was a preteen, which he was! And he almost died last year, he wasn’t like every other kid!

You didn’t realize you’d voiced these thoughts aloud until Steve nodded. “I completely agree with you, but I think you were supposed to turn right a few blocks ago.”

“Shit,” you hissed, realizing you’d long passed your house. Pulling over, you smacked your head against your steering wheel. “Shit.” The sound of defeat was so strong, Steve couldn’t help but lean over to place a warm hand on your back.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’ll just make a U-turn, there’s no one on this street anyway.”

You grumbled something incomprehensible against the wheel, and Steve knew it wasn’t just about the missed turn.

“Hey, it’s just trouble in paradise, right?” Completely ironic.

“We’re not dating.” You didn’t know why you felt the need to clarify that. “He’s like a brother to me. A completely annoying, totally idiotic brother.”

Steve just nodded, words repeating in his mind, hammering all the way to his chest. Or was just the beat of his heart?

If there was anything Steve remembered about you, it was how you hated being wrong. He also knew how deeply you cared for people, more than yourself sometimes. It was something he’d always loved about you; another painful reminder of how good you were towards him. Of how badly he’d ruined things.

“The worst part is he’s right. We’ve all been treating Will like… like he’s sick or something. He’s not allowed to go anywhere by himself. God, even school. I feel like I can’t breathe until I see him go inside. And he does, and I just sit there and wait. Like something’ll happen at any second. Like I could stop it if it did.” Admitting everything out loud… you felt so stupid. Stupid for Will, stupid for Steve. He’d come to you for comfort and here you were, making it all about you. How was Steve able to stand it? How could he stand you?

“I can drop you off, if you want.” You gestured weakly to the open road ahead of you.

“You shouldn’t be alone right now.” Steve smiled softly, patting your back.

How could he be so selfless when you were being so selfish?

⁂

You arrived back at your house and very awkwardly handed Steve some of his own clothes to sleep in. You’d kept them stored in a box in the bottom of your closet; too embarrassed to give them back but too hurt to wear them.

An argument about sleeping arrangements was cut short with Steve essentially pushing you onto your bed. However, he hadn’t anticipated that, startled by the movement, you’d reach out to grab the closest thing for stability; which happened to be Steve.

The proximity brought back bitter memories; you could see the same ones that haunted you reflecting in Steve’s eyes. And yet, both of you hesitated; reveling in the familiarity but knowing whatever you had, had been broken long ago.

“I should- Couch.” Steve sputtered out, tripping over himself to get off you.

“Yeah.” You mumbled softly. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Steve gently squeezed your hand. He stood there a while, then briskly left the room before he could do anything he’d regret.

⁂

One night was all it took for everything to crumble.

The dam broke, your defenses fell. Angry, hot tears fell out of your eyes as your fists clenched around your pillow, overwhelming pain in your heart and in your head.

Finding out about Steve and Nancy had been one of the worst pains of your entire life. Forgiveness had come easily to you after the fact; who were you to stop them from being together? You weren’t one to cling on to a hopeless relationship.

Though you supposed you never got a chance to process your hurt fully; it was one thing after another, and there were much bigger things for you to concern yourself with than an ex-relationship.

But Steve was with Nancy, that was a fact. Despite how terrible it was, it worked out for you in some ways. If Steve was unavailable, you couldn’t feel anything other than friendship for him. If Steve wasn’t around, you couldn’t desperately wish it was you in his arms rather than Nancy.

So, you told yourself it was okay. It didn’t hurt. Out of sight, out of mind.

But, now… there was the possibility that Steve was available for you to love again, and did you really want to subject yourself to that? But the Steve you knew before and the Steve you were seeing now weren’t lining up and it made your heart hurt and your head spin. Through all the counterarguments you presented to yourself, it all led you back to the original, unfixable issue.

Steve just didn’t love you anymore. Or maybe he never did in the first place.

Your feelings were all rushing back, crushing you with their weight. The feelings you’d willed away, pushed down until they were no longer acknowledged overflowed and exploded. One-sided attraction was bad enough, but it didn’t help that you were still painfully in love with someone who hurt you.

And you couldn’t help but wonder that maybe, if you’d met Steve post-Nancy-Wheeler, it all could’ve worked out; but it was too late for that.

It was much too late for what could’ve been.

[ax-y10]

“imagine being young”

in which; your older brother, schlatt, doesn't help hide your feelings for his bestfriend

requested by anonymous; may i order a mocha with: being schlatts younger sibling by a year with ted, feeling worried when their crush isn’t at school, fixing/fidgeting with their school tie/the hem of their shirt/the collar of their uniform (or something along the lines of preening themselves) whenever their crush walks past them. ( fixing their hair, fidgeting with their ear, fixing their sleeve, pulling at a thread on their shirt — the list goes on. possibilities: endless.) (not the full request)

about; oblivious pining, highschool au, schlatt is referred to as jonathan and schlatt in this, ted is referred to as theodore in a message, swearing, use of y/n, overall fairly fluffy

word count; 526

celebrate here;

ted was known around the school as the local stoner, either showing up to school high or in a headspin. was he cool? some might say so. was he annoying? some also might say so, but not you. you could never find him annoying. partly because if you did, your older brother, jonathan, would reprimand you for 'hating' on his bestfriend.

but jonathan only found out that you had feelings for ted when you had accidentally let it slip one night while you were watching a movie with him. and, as any older brother would do, he teased you relentlessly, sparing you no mercy.

he was at your throat with flirty comments and sexual jokes that probably would have freaked out anyone who was listening.

but one night when ted was staying over, schlatt decided it would be the funniest idea to make it known to ted that his younger sister liked him. shit idea? we both know.

and ever since ted heard that string of words leave his bestfriends mouth, he was nervous as well as overjoyed. he'd liked you forever! of course he'd get excited when his crush liked him. but having known schlatt for years, ted didn't get his hopes up too high.

so when you don't turn up to school one day, and schlatt not having given him any heads up, he was a nervous wreck. he couldn't sit still, he was constantly fidgeting with the collar of his uncomfortable uniform, and he was constantly scolded by the teachers for his lack of focus during the day.

he went home, freaked out and anxious, immediately texting schlatt, demanding answers as to why you weren't there.

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ted ;)

3:24 pm schlatt!

3:25 pm where the fuck was y/n today? where were you today?

3:28 pm give me some fucking answers, asshole!

3:44 pm i give up now :(

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the next day, you still didn't show up, but schlatt did, and he immediately started interrogating him.

"schlatt! you bastard! where is y/n!" he whisper-yelled, trying not to alert anyone else's judgmental gaze.

"what do you mean? they're just sick?" oh...

"give me their number, please?" and his phone was placed on ted's desk, your contact open. he copied it into his phone as fast as possible and texted you a quick message, saying hi.

he dragged himself through the rest of the school day, desperate to get back to his house and call you. he was, again, pulling at loose strings on his tie, fixing and styling his hair subconsciously, as if he was trying to impress you, and worried sick about how sick you were. did you have the flu? was it just a head cold?

he ran home as soon as the home bell went, and texted you though pants and heaves.

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theodore

3:09 pm hey y/n, sorry i didn't text back, i was in class and the teacher kept getting pissed off at me. how have you been? jonathan said you were sick.

3:11 pm oh, i'm a little bit better. i'll be at school tomorrow :)

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he couldn't fucking wait to see you tomorrow.

[coolyiooo]

EDDIE MUNSON X READER (SMUT)

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️:hickeys, creampie, slight hair pulling,

You were with your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, hiding from the police since Eddie has been accused of murdering Chrissy, you knew the whole situation and you believed Eddie because your friends with Steve, Nancy, Jonathan and the kids so you've seen some shit, he was glad you believed in him, he was afriad you'd find him crazy and leave him but luckily, in some sense, you've gone through the same thing but you were giving him company and keeping him calm since he was afraid and on the run from the police basically and you were doing a good job of keeping him distracted.

You two were sitting on the floor, your backs against the wood wall, smoking some weed, without telling the others you even had some, to keep him even more calm but not too high, you were both just talking about the time you and the gangs experiences of some demonic creatures and how you told him Nancy and Jonathan bought some bear traps once to try to catch something he started to laugh because he would never have guessed Nancy wheeler would buy bear traps and such

"I'm so glad your here with me, and believed me " he said "yea I'm always happy to be with you " you smiled at him, he kissed your hand while looking at your lovingly with a smile,then his smile disappeared "I'm so scared (y/n) they'll never believe me even if I tried telling them I didn't do it" "true your in a sticky situation" he scoffed "gee thanks " "but we'll figure it out, don't worry I'm here for you always and same with the kids...and Steve and Robin and everybody else in the group" he smiled and looked away "I guess that's true" "it is trueeee" you punch his shoulder gently and playfully, shoving him slightly "everybody is literally helping you rn and taking care of you" he sighed loudly "yea true that" it was silent for a few moments, his thumb was rubbing you hand lovingly

"I think I have an idea to keep your mind off of things" "hmm oh yea?" He looked at you with curiosity but bright eyes, you then started to rub his thigh, trying to hint him you wanted to fuck him "what is it? Are you trying to sooth me? Because it's making me feel weird instead" you laughed "Noooo " "are you trying to say I need new jeans? Are you saying I look like shit?" You laughed harder "You kind of do considering you've been basically living here without showering or moving for a couple of days" "okay" he scoffed and put his hands up as in a 'hold up' symbol "I have a valid reason to look like shit" "if someone was accused of murder im pretty sure they'd wanna wash themselves clean...hahaha see wat-er I did there..get it? Because you need water to shower HAHAHHA" he looked at you weirdly but with a smile, he thought that you really were a freak but also beautiful the way you are "your so perfect" you stopped laughing and started to blush, you punched his shoulder "stopppp...I know I am" he laughed "also I rubbed your thigh because I was trying to tell you I. Wanna. Fuck. You" "ohhhhhh....oh?" He smirked, you rolled your eyes but smiled "if you'll allow me to" you said ,"hmmmmm lemme think...oh yes ,you don't even have to ask baby cakes" "baby cakes?" "... yeah" you laughed but kissed his cheek, he smiled

You then sat on his lap, each of your knees next to his legs and started to kiss him, he kissed you back ofc, one of his hands was on your neck and the other was on your waist, pulling you closer, you started to go back and forth against his crotch, he started to groan silently, his hand that was on your waist slowly crept under your shirt, under your bra and started to caress your breast, you moaned, both of your hands around his neck but one touching his hair "your so beautiful" he said and went back to kissing you, you felt him become hard, you then unbuttoned his pants, his dick sprang free, you got up to pulled your pants down and sat on him again, you then put his cock in between your folds and started to go back and forth, he could feel you making his dick wet from your cunt and his cock would rub your clit, you guys went back to kissing while moaning, his hands working on lifting up your shirt, under your bra to feel your soft breasts, you gripped on his hair from the pleasure you were already feeling, he groaned louder from the slight hair pulling, you then pulled away to get your shirt off and he instantly put his mouth on your tits, sucking them perfectly , you moaned his name silently "fuck!" He mumbled through your breast, which vibrated through your hard tit "I'm already feeling better" and he went back to sucking on your breasts, leaving some hickey marks on them,you then thought it was the right time to get to the main course

You pulled his head away "you can continue that later but rn...it's time for the main course" "good things DO happen to those who wait" he said, you rolled your eyes, you held his dick and slowly set yourself on his dick, gripping on his shoulders from the sudden fullness, he groaned "God you really are perfect" you then started to jump on his dick, already soaking his cock with your juices making him feel even better, you both started to moan and groan but you kissed him, remembering y'all had to be quiet just in case, he kissed you back passionately, his tongue swirling around with yours while moaning, he knew your weak spots so whenever he thrusted upwards, he'd hit that target he was going for, making you closer to your high, he pulled away from the kiss to kiss your neck, putting a hand on your breasts again to grope them, you moaned "MMN!... Eddie.." you panted his name out, trying not to say it so loud just incase anybody heard, it still turned him on though, you felt him twitch inside you, you pulled his head away from your neck to make him look at you, you got his hand and pushed it close to your stomach "do you feel that?" He could feel his cock moving inside of you "that's how deep you are... please come deep inside me"

He then grabbed your back, moved forward and set you down gently on the floor, hovering above you, thrusting into you roughly, his head in your neck, mumbling his moans, you arched your back from the intense pleasure and put your legs around him for deeper access, your hands on his shoulder and back, gripping onto them, "holy shit!...so good..too good...close!" He groaned against your neck "yes!.. please inside me Eddie!" you moaned, he started to thrust faster, his cock hitting your g spot every thrust making you not be able to hold back anymore, "fuck!!...(y/n)!" he then finally came deeply inside you, you felt his hot cum deep within your core, you started twitch and cum onto his dick, squeezing him with your legs and clenching down on his dick.

He looked at you and started to chuckled softly, you chuckled with him, he then pulled out of you and kissed your neck a few times and stood up "I'll get you some clean towels to clean you up" he put his pants back on and found some clean towels and cleaned you up himself, insisting on it, he also gave you some water and let you rest on his chest while sitting on his lap, he was kind of cradling you like a baby "I thought I was supposed to be taking care of you" "Letting me take care of you is you taking care of me..if that makes sense..your my world so...don't complain" you smiled "thank you" "no no...thank you" you smiled and rested your head back on his chest, hearing his heartbeat, making you fall asleep in his arms.

[demons2003]

Stranger Things Masterlist

Steddie

Play My Strings (Band Au Series) Description: Band au: older kids grow apart and start their own things. Steve and Robin are in a band together. Steve the lead guitarist, (wonder where he got that from) and Robin in their lead singer. Eddie’s band is starting to become popular thanks to their manager, Nancy. Jonathan and Angie are just fans of both groups and talk to both of them, laughing at the awkwardness between both of the bands when they are together again.

Robin! (ao3 link) Description: Accidents happen sometimes. When alcohol is added to the mix, it can be worse. So what happens when Robin accidentally tells the group all about Steve’s secret?

Too Soon Description: Steve makes sure to keep everyone safe. He always keeps everyone safe before himself. He cares about everyone else at his house more than himself. So of course, he will fight his old friends to make sure they keep safe, even if it means his deepest secret is let out.

Loving You From Afar Description: Eddie made it. After years of living in his crappy town, he finally got out and was able to live his dream as a rock star with his band members. Corroded Coffin was every way, they made it big. But Eddie still felt like something was missing. That someone with missing from his life.

TBD Description: What if Eddie wasn’t the one to die? What if Steve had stayed back with Dustin and Eddie instead of going with Nancy and Robin. What if Eddie took that extra step that got Steve to stay with him.

TBD Description: Before the Upside-down brought Eddie into its mess, Steve and Eddie were secretly dating each other. But then the upside-down took Eddie away from Steve and he doesn’t know what he is going to do with himself anymore.

TBD Description: Eddie’s dead and Dustin doesn’t understand why Steve is so broken up about it. They didn’t even know each other, why the hell is Steve upset that he’s dead?

I thought I was the one Description: As much as nothing surprises Steve now about Eddie, there is still one thing he didn’t know about his future husband.

Steve x Kas!Eddie

TBD Description: Eddie isn't Eddie anymore. Instead of the lovable nerd, everyone has learned to love, he's now a bloodthirsty killer. They just want their nerd back.

Fruity Four

TBD Description: Nancy, Robin, Eddie and Steve all go away for a month to one of Steve’s family holidays in Chicago. After months of tension between them all, what happens when the four of them are stuck under the same roof?

Fruity Four Adventures Description: Adventures Eddie, Steve, Nancy and Robin all have in their little home in Chicago.

Steddie x Reader

My Boys (Series, ao3 link) Description: You grow up with Steve Harrington as well as Eddie Munson. You three were inseparable and didn't go anywhere without the other two. But when high school began you saw that the three of you started to become distant, and cold towards each other almost. Steve gets all of these girls and Eddie becomes the 'Freak' of town. And you? The Queen of Hawkins with a bad attitude. It was an unlikely pairing, but it used to be your whole world. You are forced into being with these two again and old feelings are starting to resurface, but what happens when everything becomes difficult?

Eddie’s Song (ao3 link) Description: After Eddie dies you start to write a song about the events afterwards.

Ours Again (ao3 link) Description: It’s been a year since Eddie’s memorial at The Hideout. You’d all moved on a little. You and Steve were growing your family once more and you were almost ok again to be without your Eds. Until something comes back to blow it all away again. This is part 2 of Eddie’s Song.

Mother of Two (Series, ao3 link) Description: Newly divorced and ready to get life back on track, Y/n moved to Hawkins to protect her family. What happens when the couple next door takes an interest in the single mother.

Steve Harrington x Reader

Trying to Keep Secrets Description: Secrets are hard to keep. You and Steve have been keeping your relationship a secret from everyone and were starting to find it hard to keep. You also have another one, building up slowly, which is reviled by your Older Sister, Nancy, while the party was having a movie night at your's and Steve's place.

Robin Buckley x Reader

10 Things I Hate About You (ao3 link) Description: You had been dating Jason for almost your whole high school life. But you started noticing that maybe you weren't as happy as you thought you were. So after another night with Corroded Coffin, you play a song for him at The Hideout, in front of everyone you know.

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Come Back to Me Description: After a horrible accident Billy and your daughter are fighting for there lives. You need to work out how you are going to deal with everything happening to your little family.

Dustin Henderson x Reader

Two Worlds Apart Description: Everyone knew that you and Henderson were together. You’ve been together almost as long as you’ve been at Hawkins. But what happens when the one person you didn’t want to find out about it, finds out?

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[hellfireclubmember3]

Here's the first chapter of my new Eddie x Reader fic! Consider checking out the other chapters and giving me feedback and ideas as I write the rest of it! :)

The Other Wheeler

Chapter 1

"Who was that on the phone, sweetie?" My mom asked as I walked back into the kitchen.

"Nancy. She's going to spend the night at Stacy's." I lied. Nancy wasn't spending the night at Stacy's, she was spending it with Jonathan, her boyfriend who was wrapping up his visit from California. This isn't the first time I've covered for her and she knows it. After lying to my mom, my brother Mike gave me a knowing look. It sure is harder to keep secrets from your siblings than it is to keep them from your parents.

Being between Nancy and Mike in age, I've always tried to stay on good terms with both of them. They butt heads a lot, but I'm always the one they come to in order to sort out their problems, keep their secrets, and help them out when they need it. I'm hoping that when my baby sister Holly gets older, she knows she can trust me just as much.

I like being the go-to sibling because I'm definitely not the go-to person at school. I don't have many friends and I tend to keep to myself. People are often surprised when they find out Mike and Nancy have another sister because I've done such a good job at going through high school without making any waves. I'm quiet, I get my work done, and I stay out of trouble. 

After hearing about Nancy's plans, Mike scoffed. "She always does this. I have Hellfire tonight and she was supposed to give me a ride. What am I supposed to do now?"

"Y/N can give you a ride." My mom added without even consulting with me.

I exhaled a deep breath, but wasn't about to complain. I'm supposed to be the good kid, right? "Yeah, I can give you a ride Mike." I said without any enthusiasm. 

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Apparently when I agreed to drive Mike to Hellfire, I also agreed to take him home. He had told me that he would be done at 9, but it was now 9:15 and I was still sitting in the car alone. Starting to lose patience, I decided to walk into the school to try and find him as he probably just lost track of time. 

As I walked into the theater room where Hellfire was held, I was met with a deep and dramatic voice followed by groans and yells. Something intense must have just happened in their game, however, not wanting to waste more of my night, I walked over to Mike. When I came into view, I heard the same voice as when I entered. "Who are you?"

I'm not surprised Eddie didn't know who I was. As I said, I keep to myself, and Nancy is usually the one who drives Mike to these things. I knew who Eddie was though, everyone did. Eddie "The Freak" Munson is what people called him. He was a drug-dealing, metalhead, super-senior who my brother worshipped every since joining Hellfire. 

Not answering Eddie's question, I addressed Mike. "Hey, you're late. Let's go!"

Removing his eyes from me, Eddie turned to Mike. "Wheeler, you're not about to leave at the climax of the campaign, are you?" Eddie seemed to have a fire in his eyes when he asked this. Mike looked at me with pleading eyes, begging for a few more minutes. Before he could say anything, Eddie continued. "Your girlfriend is going to have to wait."

At this comment, not only did I burst into laughter, but so did Dustin and Lucas, two of Mike's best friends. Mike just looked horrified. Dustin spoke up through his laughter. "Dude, that's his sister!"

Eddie looked confused. "I thought Nancy was your sister."

"Yeah, and so is Y/N." Mike explained to Eddie.

"My mistake." Eddie said defensively while holding up his hands. "Still, she's going to have to wait."

Mike turned to look at me again. He didn't have to ask, I knew what his look meant. I pulled over a chair and sat down. "Thank you" Mike mouthed quietly to me. I watched the remainder of the game. Surprisingly, it was nothing like what I thought it would be. It was interesting and deep, mainly because of Eddie. He lead the club through an intense story using actions and voices to carry it along. It was fascinating watching him. I was starting to see the appeal of dungeons and dragons.

After thirty minutes of observing, they finally finished their session. As Mike was gathering his things and getting ready to leave, Eddie approached me. "Hey, thanks for sticking around and letting us finish. And sorry about the confusion earlier, I didn't realize there was another Wheeler."

"That's me, the other Wheeler" I joked. I looked up at Eddie. "Don't worry about it, it's nothing I'm not used to". I said more seriously this time. After hearing my words, a flash of sadness seemed to cross Eddie's face, but it was quickly covered by a smile. 

"Well I'm glad I was finally able to make your acquaintance." Eddie said and then bowed dramatically.

I was not expecting that reaction at all so I let out a little laugh and told him it was nice meeting him too. He was weird, but a funny kind of weird that I liked. 

Mike was finally ready to go so the two of us made our way out to the car. "Is he always like that?" I asked Mike.

"Eddie?" I nodded. "Yeah he's a little out there, but he's not the bad guy that the school makes him out to be." Mike defended.

"Well I can see why you like him, he's a character." I said to Mike with a smile.

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When we got home, before Mike went up to his room, he turned around and thanked me. "Thanks for the ride, Y/N, and thanks for sitting through the rest of Hellfire. I owe you." 

I just gave him a smile and said, "Goodnight, Mike" before heading to my own bedroom. Truthfully, I was glad that the night worked out the way it did. If I hadn't gone into the school, then I wouldn't have met the guy that I couldn't stop thinking about the entire drive home. 

Eddie definitely isn't the type of guy that I typically have a crush on, and maybe I don't have a crush on him, but he intrigues me. I'm definitely attracted to him. I hadn't noticed it before tonight, but he has the deepest brown eyes I've ever looked into and a gorgeous smile. I won't tell Mike, but I hope I can be his ride to and from Hellfire again. 

[sadbi-hours]

Title: Songs played at Band Practice

Pairing(s): Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson/Chrissy Cunningham, Eddie Munson/Chrissy Cunningham/Steve Harrington and a crap ton of friendship feels.

Rating/Warnings: R for crass language, sexual content, period typical phobias against people of the LGBTQ+ community, and some violence and copious amounts of Rock-'n'-roll.

Image Credits: Banners/Moodboards made by me with the help of PicsArt and google images. Gif ain't mine.

A/N: Fanfic coming soon. I really mean it this time, it's just a series of one-shots. So it's coming soon. I promise *fingers crossed*

Created for:

@anyfandomaubingo: B1- Musician AU

@mfbingo: N3- AU

@anyfandomfluffbingo: N3- Free Space

Summary:

Jonathan snaps the play button on the recorder. “Take 1, ummm, this is our mix tape of songs we’ve played at Band Practice.”

Robin twirls her drumstick, frowning. “Wait, are we really calling it that?”

Eddie rolls his eyes at her. “What else are we supposed to label this tape?! Covers of the songs we’ve practiced on repeat because they are the only ones we know how to play?! Doesn’t sound professional...”

“We’re not trying to be professional, Munson.” Steve quips.

Eddie flips him off. “Shut up and Play...”

Robin shrugs, “Okay, your highness. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”

AKA Steve finds his own identity in buzzcuts, slacks and button-downs and strumming “Smalltown Boy” on repeat on an out of tune bass guitar he can’t afford to buy new strings for, that Robin gifted him for his 18th birthday.

--And no, Robin, he’s not going to join Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson’s band. No matter what she says!--

Or Robin is more partial to jamming out to Suzi Q and The Runways with her bestie, then she is to Steve’s emo crap he likes to play on repeat.

--And, yes Steve Harrington, they’re both joining Eddie’s band if it’s the last thing she does! It’s not like they have anything better to do than get in trouble and beat up in the back streets of Hawkins.--

Or maybe, Jonathan is bored with his days of working endless hours at the plant to make ends meet, the only peace coming from driving around Hawkins in his car and getting high with Nancy in the passenger seat, both of them screaming Bruce Springsteen at the top of their lungs. He’s tired of feeling like he’s going nowhere. Maybe joining a band is the kind of distraction he needs to feel alive again...

--And What’s the worst that can happen, Nance? Maybe they’ll finally get to be find a new spark in their relationship--

And really, Eddie just wants some friends to share his love of music. He doesn’t have an ulterior motive...

--Other than maybe trying not to embarrass himself, when Max and Dustin keep showing up with Chrissy Cunningham to watch their practices.—

[fanficwritersworld]

Looking At Me

Summary: You can see the future and help your crush out

Pairing: Jon Kent x Meta!Reader

Word Count: 833

Warnings: Mentions of unwanted advances, broken bones and the P.A by Eowells

Masterlist|Prompt List

Did I catch your attention? You look like you lost your breath, huh

When I circle the room, you an owl, you gon' twist your head

(Y/N) (L/N), Smallville High’s very own mystery. You never let people get too close to you, no one touches you and you don’t touch them. Students think you are a germaphobe or in a witness protection program. But you sure as hell caught someone’s eyes.

Jonathan Kent.

Don't you come at me green with an attitude when my lips and my soles are red

If I leave you behind, you can look for the broken necks

Some of the boys at school wanted your attention, cat calling, trying to give you a peck on the lips. Hell even some girls and non-binary at the school wanted the quiet girl from meta invested Central City.

Jon became your first friend since you were seven. He respected your boundaries and still found ways to make you feel normal again. You wouldn’t lie and say you hadn’t developed a small crush on him. He was sweet, kind, caring, bold and very, very taken from what you’ve heard.

Cause I've been here once or twice

Never worry 'bout the eyes, c'mon

You could see the future, sort of. If you touched someone you could see a glimpse of their future. It could be any touch, a simple brush if skin and then your eyes would glow (F/C). You were so careful, every step you took was calculated, every word, where you went. But Jon was spontaneous and funny.

From the moment he saw you at Harvest Fest, he fell. Literally fell over you, spilling his flask. You saw his future, hearing the snap of his bone. You gasped before being pulled back into reality. “Jesus, Jon! What the fuck are you doing!” You scolded him, smelling the cheap ass beer on his breath. “I… just… fuckkk” He slurred, barely even getting up on the floor. You rolled your eyes, helping him up. At least now you could control the glimpses.

“Come on handsome, let’s find Jordan before your parents blow a fuse” You groaned, supporting him on your shoulders.

Don't just stand there staring, honey

Try to move your feet

If you think they're looking at you

They looking at me

Word got around that someone had made contact with you. You got stares and whispers once more and decided to stay home. Your dad convinced you to go the the Metropolis game, saying your mother would be there.

You didn’t like football much, but you wanted to support your friend. Besides your mother didn’t show up so you needed a ride back too.

I could make it nice and easy

I'ma take the lead

They ain't even looking at you, baby

They looking at me

You don’t know how, but Jon managed to convince you to go drinking with him and the team. You don’t even remember how the stupid fight happened. One minute you were helping to calm Jordan the next you put your hand in front of Jon and SNAP!

You felt your bone snap, just like Jon, jike like your vision. “Fuck!” You gritted your teeth, keeping your hand close to your chest. “Shit, Jon, (Y/N) I am so sorry!” Jordan apologised, brings you both away from the crowd.

You looked at the twins, forgetting the pain. “Are you a meta too?” You asked Jordan, who was texting his Dad. Jon and Jordan shared a look. “You don’t have to tell me. Just please don’t freak out” You told the before closing your eyes. Your bones glowed as if they were surrounded by glass.

You looked down, seeing what was broken. “I can see the future, and this happened too. I was there when the Particle Accelerator went boom” You explained before wincing in pain. “Don’t worry, just close your eyes. Everything’s gonna be fine” Jon told you.

But they're looking at me babe

'Cause they looking at me baby

You opened the door, surprised to see Jon on the other side. “Hey, here to sign my cast or something?” You asked him, smirking at his shocked face. He let out a sheepish laugh. “No, I just wanted to see how you were holding up” He admitted. You smiled at him. “Quit looking at me like that handsome” You rolled your eyes.

Jon went red at the nickname. “You… You think I’m handsome?” He asked, gain some confidence back. You shrugged your shoulders. “I mean, Andrew Garfield isn’t around. Yeah I think you’re pretty handsome” You told him, no shame in your words.

Jon smiled at you, making you go weak at the knees. “Maybe you wanna go out with me? Friday night?” Jon asked, hope filled in his cute eyes.

“Sure, don’t be late” You told him, pecking his cheek.

I can make it nice and easy

I'ma take the lead

They ain't even looking at you, baby

They looking at me

[just-jordie-things]

The Crown - Steve Harrington

word count: 4462 warnings: dedicated to @high-functioning-fangirl02 <3

You’d give your life to protect these kids.  

These kids you’ve known since you started babysitting them in the sixth grade.  Back when Mrs Henderson hired you to watch Dustin.  Which essentially meant that you’d watch all of them.  But that was alright, over the past seven years of being their designated babysitter, you’d grown to love them all.

Mike Wheeler, the snarky little love-struck shit that you spent grieving with since losing Eleven.  Lucas Sinclair, the sweet boy with the occasional attitude whom you helped construct his Ghostbusters costume. Will Byers, the full time sweetheart that made you cookies for Valentine’s Day after hearing you complain about being dateless.  And of course Dustin, cute little button nosed Dusty with a trash mouthing tendency, whom looked up to you like a role model.

Hell, you were their role model.  Driving them to and from school, covering for them on late nights so they could finish their D&D tournaments.  Fiercely protecting them a year ago when Hawkins was Demogorgon infested.  Standing up for them when you’d see some upperclassmen picking on them.

Those who dared glance the wrong way towards The Party in your presence, were rumored to run home crying with a bleeding nose and terrified shriek.  You never put down the rumors… because maybe it had happened once or twice…

Over time The Party was no longer just a band of middle schoolers.  It had opened up to their babysitter, being you, a senior girl who had not many other friends.  Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, which the boys always claimed was strictly because of family relations.  Not because Dustin was still harbouring a crush for Mike’s older sister.  The town Sheriff, Jim Hopper, who’d proved himself not to be an asshole, and turned out an alright guy.  Joyce Byers, whom you loved like a mother and whom treated you like her own daughter.  You’d frequently been titled ‘the daughter she wished to have had’ which always raised a snarky response from her sons.  Maxine (just Max.  Never Maxine) Hargrove, a high spirited and not your typical girl that you grew fond of easily.  Especially since she was nothing like her big brother.

And then there was Steve Harrington.  Who… really just was at the wrong place at the wrong time and ended up getting roped into the mess that Hawkins Lab had created.  King Steve, as you’d known him before you’d officially met last year by fluke accident, was always the popular boy that had a pretty girl hanging off his arm.  You weren’t sure why that changed so quickly, why he didn’t put himself out there as much as he used to, didn’t party hard anymore, wasn’t bragging about the new girl he was with that week like he was known for.  Maybe that day, when he walked into the Wheeler’s house right as you Nancy and Jonathan were awaiting the Demogorgon’s arrival, maybe he changed then.

Or maybe it was after he’d been sucked into… whatever this all was… and he changed to keep the secret.  Or maybe it was after Nancy had broken up with him, around the same time he started growing closer to Dustin.

But right now as you watched him directing the kids, you were more aware that he wasn’t King Steve anymore, that you had been before.  Sure, you’d realized somewhere along the way he was different.  But it wasn’t until now that you noticed it completely as it was.

“No listen you little shits, no one, is going anywhere” Steve ordered, holding a wash rag in his hand and pointing it between each of the boys, and girl, that stood in front of him.

“Friggin’ pointless just staying here” Dustin grumbled, walking out of the room whilst still muttering.  Mike groaned loudly, dramatically, and left to the living room with Max and Lucas.  You knew that he was still plotting you get out there tonight.  Consequences and dangers be damned.

You looked to Steve with a sigh, a lazy smile on your lips as you walked past him to go after Dustin.  He watched you go, letting out a breath as well as he put his hands on his hips and standing alone in the hall with his thoughts.

He’d give his life to protect these kids.

“Dusty?” You called gently as you walked into the kitchen, seeing Dustin sitting on the floor against the dishwasher.  Your brows furrowed as you sat across from him by the cabinets.  “You alright kiddo?”

“Would I be sitting in here brooding if I was?” He quipped, though you knew he meant well.

“Sweetheart you’re too adorable to be a brooder” You laughed softly, pulling your knees up slightly.  “A pouter maybe, but not a brooder”

“Thanks y/n” He responded dryly.  You rolled your eyes in response to his sarcasm.

“Come on kid, open up a little.  It’s me” Your words were soft, which did prompt Dustin to consider explaining to you his thoughts.  “Please? If we make it out of this alive I’ll take you to the arcade.  I’ve got a big jar full of quarters I’ve saved up-”

“Okay okay I’ll take the bribe” Dustin caved with a laugh that made your mood lighten.  “Look it’s gonna sound lame and cheesy but… everyone else is helping.  Jonathan and Nance and Mrs Byers and Hopper and Elle, but what am I doing?”

“You’re staying safe” Your answer came out instantly, but it didn’t seem to be the one the boy was looking for.

“No I’m not, I’m sitting on the sidelines, watching everyone else go be heroes and getting hurt.  I’m not doing a damn thing!”

“Hey” You hummed softly, and scooted over closer to put your head on his shoulder.  “You’re a hero Dustin.  Don’t tell yourself any differently.  All of you are, Mike too, and Lucas, and Max, and-”

“Steve?” Dustin offered, and you nodded, looking at him confusedly by the strange tone of voice he used.

“Of course, why’re you looking at me like that?”

“No reason” Dustin shrugged nonchalantly, brushing off the uncomfortable air between you both.

“Alright well, you should believe me” You continued.  “Even if you don’t think so, you’re all my heroes, got it Henderson?” The boy smiled and nodded, prompting you to push the cap of his hat down playfully before he could get up and leave the room.

“Mike’s probably still planning his attack” He told you, but you shrugged and waved a hand.

“Let him plot and brood” You said, and Dustin’s mouth fell open.

“How come Mike can brood but I can’t?” You rolled your eyes, still waving your hand for him to get out of here.

“Just go plot with him, I know you’re itching to” You said, and he grinned wide at you, glad you were letting him go plan their escape and attack.

“Thanks y/n!” He called, already racing out of the room.  “You’re the best!” You laughed, shaking your head as you stood back up and dusted off the pants of your overalls.  Steve came in a few moments later, watching you almost suspiciously.

“What?” You questioned, and he shrugged, shaking his head.

“Nothing.  Just wondering why you’re permitting them to conspire against us” He said.

“They’re not conspiring, they’re just discussing.  No harm in that”

“Um, every harm in that.  As in all of us, being harmed, because of that” He said, but you didn’t really seem to care what he thought about it.

“They’re fine, we’re all fine, don’t freak out so much mom” You said, walking out towards the kids and seeing them all circled up and discussing their big plan.

“I’m not a mom” Steve argued, and you chuckled, turning to see him, his dish rag on his shoulder, hands on hips.  It only made you laugh more.

“Mhm, alright.  Well then what would you call yourself?” You replied sarcastically, nodding towards his own stance, and making Steve second guess himself.

“This- you-! Alright whatever just stay away from the windows and go be safe somewhere” He muttered, walking into the living room where the kids were.  You rolled your eyes again, but couldn’t help the smile on your lips.

Perhaps, you thought, King Steve was the king of something else now.

You watched as he was waving his rag at the kids again, yelling at them for plotting behind his back, and reminding them that no one was going anywhere.  But even as Dustin pouted, Steve was rubbing his hand over the thirteen year old’s head.  Almost soothingly, like he felt bad for ending their little meeting.

“What a mom” You mumbled, and headed back into the kitchen for something to eat.

You used to resent Steve, back when he was the king of school and didn’t care about anything more than he cared about his popularity and his hair.  Back when he didn’t give a shit about pretty much anything.  And looking at him now and seeing him watch over these kids, you could physically feel your heart swelling.  If that isn’t character development, you weren’t sure what was.

You weren’t sure why it made you feel so bubbly either.

“Listen runts, we’re staying here, we’re staying safe, and we’re not dying!” Steve said, for what felt like the fifth time.  But Mike kept arguing back at him.

“Everyone else is out there!”

“Everyone else knows how to fight all that shit!” Steve retorted.  “We are staying, here” He repeated slowly, waving his rag between each word.  “You got that?”

“You’re just saying that cause y/n’s here.  If she wasn’t here, we’d all be getting in your car and going!” Lucas spoke up.  Your brows furrowed at that.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, ignoring your search for food and now strutting into the room where everyone else was.  “Am I dragging you down?” You asked, almost sarcastic, but wondering what he’d actually meant by his announcement.  Were you dragging them down?

“No, Steve would just protect your ass over our asses” Max shrugged, and the others nodded.

“What the hell? Everyone here is protecting their own asses, I’m not getting killed for a bunch of kids!” Steve said, making flustered and jerky movements.  You brushed off their newly sprung argument over where Steve’s bat is swinging and who it’s swinging for.

Apparently, The Party was certain that he’d die for you, rather die for them.  But you didn’t care much about what they thought.  They’d always thought that you and Steve were meant to be some power couple, but you supposed it was just cause you were the same age and the kids only ever saw you two together.  There was no real evidence (as far as they showed) towards the ‘chemistry’ you and Steve supposedly had.

You wandered to the window, curiously looking out it with your arms wrapped around yourself.

“Will you just shut up?” Mike’s yelling made you jump a little, and you turned to see your friends all still arguing with each other.  You smiled slightly, meeting Steve’s eyes as he gave you a bored look.  You just laughed a little bit back at him.  Steve’s expression softened into a small smile.  Your face flushed with heat, and you nervously turned away from him to look back out the window again.

A light blinded you almost instantly, making you squint your eyes and put a hand over them to try and clear your vision.

“What the hell?” You muttered, leaning closer to the glass to see what was going on.  Headlights, there was a car here.  Someone was here.  “Steve?” You called, not turning away from the window.  He came over right away, looking outside to see a familiar Camaro parked in the driveway.

“Shit” He grumbled, walking towards the front door.

“What- where are you going? Who is it?” You asked, following quickly after him, but Steve quickly turned to make you stay back.

“Just stay in here-”

“Sinclair!” A voice hollered from outside, and you jumped, eyes widening as you recognized it.  “I know you’re in there!”

“Billy?” You whispered to Steve, who nodded.  You stepped backwards, eyes never leaving Steve’s.  “What’s he doing here?” Your voice was quiet.

Billy Hargrove, was the most vile, horrible person you’d ever met.  And his wicked ways of bending people to his will, shook you intensely to your core.  It was no secret to the others that Billy not only terrified you, but would seductively torture you every day.  Sure, you’d been picked on before, but this was different.  Every day he’d come to you, hoping to get something out of you, just to mess with you.

“Come on babe, a little kiss, just a little one, we can discuss the rest later”

“You don’t want to get a ride home with me and have some fun?”

“When’re you finally gonna give this up and just put out?”

You shuddered slightly, practically feeling his hot breath against your skin just thinking about the things he’s said to you.  Stopping you in the hallways, finding you at your locker, approaching you while you waited at Steve’s car for a ride home.

“I know you’re in there you little pig! Come out here or I’ll have to go in!” His voice was dangerous, threatening.  And you felt a legitimate fear for your life, and the kids’.

“It’s fine, you’re fine, I promise” Steve said quietly, out of earshot of the others.  “All of you stay here, stay away from the windows” He ordered, giving you one last look before you turned and went to The Party.  They needed you right now, all huddled around Lucas and Max to make sure if Billy were to look inside, he wouldn’t see them.

“Come on guys” You said softly, ushering them as far away from the window as you could.  Steve, on the other hand, opened the door and stepped outside.

Instead of hiding in a room, completely out of sight of the maniac, you all ducked under the windowsill to see what was happening.

“Am I dreaming or is that really you Harrington?” You felt your entire body quivering upon hearing Billy’s voice.  Dustin, who was crouched next to you, turned and gave you a worried look, but your eyes were dead set on the outside.

“Yeah it’s me, don’t cream your pants” Steve responded, walking out towards him as he pulled off his leather jacket.

“What’re you doing here amigo?” Billy asked, the cigarette hanging off his lips moving as he spoke.

“I could ask you the same thing” Steve responded, void of emotion.  “Amigo”

“Lookin’ for my step sister.  Little birdie told me she was here”

“Huh, that’s weird I don’t know her” Steve lied easily, and convincingly.  You prayed to God that Billy believed him.

“Small? Redhead?” Billy replied disbelievingly.  “Bit of a bitch?”

“Ashole” Max muttered to herself inside.

“Doesn’t ring a bell, sorry buddy” Steve replied, still not sounding like he cared even an inkling.  Billy nodded, taking out his cigarette.

“You know… I don’t how this, this whole situation Harrington is um.., it’s giving me the heebie jeebies” Billy said, looking at Steve a little more threateningly.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“My thirteen year old sister goes missing all day, and then I find her with you” Billy pointed accusatory hands towards Steve, giving him a disgusted look.  “In a strangers house” He continued.  “And you lie to me about it” Steve chuckled bitterly, shaking his head and looking away for a moment.

“Yeah, maybe you were dropped too much as a child or what” Steve said snarkily.  But Billy just grinned his twisted grin and licked his tongue over the front of his teeth.  “I don’t know what you don’t understand about what I just said”

You felt a chill go down your spine as Steve’s protectiveness took over his tone.  Dustin beside you mumbling a quiet, “Holy shit”

“She’s not here” Steve said carefully.  Billy nodded, looking pointedly towards the window where you and The Party were all huddled and looking out of.

“Then who’s that?” He asked, pointing his cigarette towards his sister.

“Down!” You hissed, and the five of you dropped to the floor so fast you all groaned from the impact of the floor.

“Shit!” Dustin cursed.  “Did he see us?”

“Oh shit” Steve grumbled.  “Okay listen-” Billy pushed him to the ground before he could explain anything.  The boy kicked him, before storming up into the house.

“Well well well” Billy smirked, seeing you and The Party standing there together, you in front of all of them.  “y/n l/n, what a lovely little surprise” You grimaced, but he didn’t seem to care.  “And Lucas Sinclair, not so much a surprise at all” You moved over more in front of Lucas, who’s hands grabbed onto your arm out of fear.  “I thought I told you to stay away from him Max”

“Billy, go away” Max retorted, but her voice wavered.

“You disobeyed me” Billy leaned over his step sister tauntingly.  “And you know what happens when you disobey me” He added in a hushed, volatile voice.

“Billy-”

“I break things” He uttered, before pushing you aside, crashing your body into the wall.  Before slamming Lucas up against the cupboards.

“Billy stop!” Max and the others began to yell, Dustin rushing over to help you up, but you were already standing up on your own.

“Get off of me!” Lucas cried.

“Since Maxine won’t listen to me, maybe you will” Billy muttered.  “You stay away from her.  Stay-! Away from her” He yelled awkwardly.  “Do you hear me?”

“I said get off me!” Lucas screamed again, followed by a knee between Billy’s legs.  You gasped, feeling a moment of pride as Billy stumbled back and released him.

“You are so dead Sinclair!” Billy hollered.  “You’re dead-”

“No” Steve grabbed Billy by the shoulder, spinning him around roughly.  “You are” And with that he swung his fist and planted it hard enough against Billy’s jaw to make him topple over.

“Steve!” You yelped out of surprise.  He looked at you for a moment, nodding in reassurance as he shook out his hand.  It’d been a while since he’d hit anybody.  Billy stood back up, laughing menacingly.  “You’re a fucking psycho!” You screeched before you could stop yourself.

“Looks like you got some fire in you after all huh!?” He yelled at Steve.  “I’ve been waiting to meet this King Steve everybody’s been telling me so much about” He stepped closer to Steve, glaring at him.

“Get out” Steve muttered, pushing Billy’s chest lightly to move him away from him.  Billy stepped back and stood there for a moment.  And after a few seconds passed you were certain that he was going to stay back.

Until he swung swiftly at Steve, but missed as Steve ducked just in time.  You gasped, clapping your hands over your mouth in terror.  Steve stood back up and swung his fist again, hitting Billy and making him stumble again.

“Yes! Get him Steve!” Dustin cheered, and the others began to as well.  You couldn’t find yourself to say anything, just wince every time a punch was made.  Steve hit him two more times, and Billy ran into the kitchen sink.  Leaning back and wincing in pain.

“Kill him! Kill him!” Mike was yelling.  But Billy grabbed a plate of the counter, smashing it over Steve’s head, and making him fall to the ground.

“Steve!” You screamed now, taking long strides to get over to him, only to be pushed away by Billy.  Who hit Steve as soon as he stood up again.  He grabbed Steve by the shoulders, staring him down.

“No one.  Tells me what to do” He muttered angrily, and threw his head forward hard into Steve’s knocking him down again.

“Fucking hell” You mumbled, tears beginning to prick your eyes in fear that Billy was actually going to kill Steve.  The mullet wearing psycho leapt onto Steve, pinning him down and swinging punch after punch against his face.

“Stop it!” Mike yelled at the top of his lungs, but it did nothing to end Billy’s attack.

“Steve!” Dustin hollered.

You stood frozen, every scene in front of you soundless, and moving slowly.  You could only feel your heart in your chest, sending you into an anxiety attack, you were sure.  But it barely mattered to you in that moment.  You turned away, and your eyes landed on something.

The syringe used on Will earlier.

Sleep… put him to sleep… your thoughts were broken as you reached for it, looking at it in your hands for a few seconds, before stepping forward and slamming the needle into Billy’s neck without a hesitation.  Mike and Dustin gasped, standing back.  Everyone’s eyes stuck on the syringe hanging out of BIlly’s neck now.  A disgust filling them up at the sight.

“Shit y/n” Dustin mumbled, his hand covering his mouth to stop vomit from flowing.

Billy stood up, wobbling slightly as he turned to look at you.  He pulled the needle out of his neck, vision beginning to fail.  “The hell is this?” He asked, trying to step towards you threateningly, but he was wobbling so much you didn’t even move.  No longer afraid of him.

“You’re fucking done Hargrove” You muttered, and before thinking twice to second guess yourself, punching him across the jaw, and sending him back on his ass.  Billy groaned, staying down where he’d fallen against the couch.

“Shit what did you do” He mumbled, growing dizzy from the mix of drug and pain.

A few moments later he completely passed out.

“Fuck” You hissed in pain, putting your bruising knuckles against your mouth.  You didn’t think punching someone would hurt so damn much.

“y/n holy shit”

“Are you okay?”

“That was badass!”

The Party was fussing and cheering for you, but you didn’t respond, kneeling down by Steve next and counting up all the cuts and bruises he was beginning to sport.  He was unconscious, that was for sure.  But he’d be in for a world of hurt when he woke up.

“Come on, help me get him back to Jon’s bed” You called to the kids.

It was difficult moving him, but after ten minutes you’d managed to get him into Jonathan’s room to lie on the bed there.  You were sat next to him, a cold wet rag in your hand, and the open first aid kit on the ground.  It took you awhile to clean off all the blood and apply bandages where you thought they were necessary.  There was a frozen bag of peas you’d put over one of his eyes to stop the swelling, but so far it still looked pretty bad.

The Party had sat with you for what felt like a long time before you told them to go back to the living room and wait for the others to return home.  Dustin put up a small fight about it, but eventually gave in and listened to your order.  And now it was just you kneeling on the ground by Steve, watching over him carefully.  Making sure he was breathing okay, and that nothing would begin to bleed again.

“Well King Steve, you got quite the ass kicking” You mumbled, just to yourself.  Your fingers placed a few stray hairs on his forehead back into place.  “But your crown is still there” You smiled to yourself, fingertips gently brushing his hair.

“y/n?” Your eyes looked back at him as he mumbled, almost incoherently.  “What happened?” The poor boy’s eyes weren’t even open.

“You put up a really good fight” You told him softly.  He winced, the pain probably beginning to settle in.

“Did I win?” He groaned, eyes clenching shut momentarily.  You bit down on your lip and shook your head, even though he couldn’t see you.

“You put up a really good fight” You repeated yourself, playing with his hair again.  Steve sighed, knowing the answer.

“Is he gone?” He asked, eyes finally beginning to flutter open.

“Yeah… yeah he won’t be back any time soon, I’m sure” You answered.  Steve looked up at you, smiling down gently at him.  He smiled back instantly, and moved his arm to push your hair back, but even at it’s slight movement you winced in pain.  “You’re in pretty bad shape” You told him quietly.  “But you’ll heal up alright”

“Are you okay?” He asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine” You shrugged slightly.  “We’re all really worried about you.  Dustin thought you were dead” Steve chuckled painfully, shaking his head a little bit.

“Are they alright? Max and Lucas?”

“Yeah, we’re all good Steve” You hummed with a slight nod.  You leaned forward, a little closer to him to check on the eye swelled under the bag of peas.  You frowned, seeing the black and blue bruise that only seemed to be spreading.

“I’m alright, don’t fuss so much” Steve said, putting his hand over the bag and pushing it back against his face.  Your eyes met his for a moment.

“You’re pretty bruised up Harrington” You sighed, taking the wet rag in your hand and dabbing it gently on his bruised cheek.  “There’s not an inch of your face spared”

“It’ll be fine, I’ll heal up”

“Years from now, maybe” You replied sarcastically, and he smiled at you while you carefully pressed the cold cloth to his face.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He murmured, and you looked at him for the briefest of seconds before going back to work.  Now is not the time to talk about feelings, you thought to yourself.

“Yeah? Go play hero some more and you’ll never see anything again” You told him, and he shrugged slightly, not having a response to that.

“I just wanted to remind you.  In case you haven’t been told in a while” He said.  You bit on the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling too much.  You looked down at him, your eyes softening slightly.

You leaned over closer to him, pausing for a moment before pressing your lips lightly against his.  It was a chaste kiss, only lasting a few seconds as you didn’t want to hurt him anymore than he already was.  When you pulled back, you smiled nervously at him, and he only smiled back at you.

“You’re lucky you didn’t die Harrington” You said, and got right back to work on pressing the rag to his wounds.

“That I am” He replied cheekily.

You giggled softly, smiling down at him and wondering just when he’d changed so much.

You knew he’d give his life for these kids too, just like you would.

love me some babysitter steve

xoxo ~ jordie

[switch4cate-3]

Florence Zimmerman x reader

( first fanfic so please be nice if you have comments. And please don’t give hate or anything for this fanfic with the character just scroll)

⚠️ warnings ⚠️: smut and fluff cus it’s Florence so of course she’ll comfort you.

Chapter 1

Since Lewis just started high school he’s kind of had a glow up and definitely made a lot of friends including y/n. You both met in English class on a normal school day and just clicked immediately. He only brought you outside of his old scary looking house, it reminded you of a house from a horror you or something abandoned that you would find in the middle of the woods. But today was completely different…Lewis was actually very strange and barely talked in class which made you worried since he was very chatty “ Lewis are you ok?..you’ve barely talked this whole period I’m kinda worried” you said with a concerned look on your face “ I’m not really sure I’m having a lot of emotions right now y/n…” he said still looking down and playing with his hands. You couldn’t help but think that maybe it had something to do with his uncle he barely spoke about and when he did it seemed like he was supposed to keep it a secret since after every sentence it would end with “ don’t tell anyone “ or “ no one can know “. You looked at him and hesitated to say something but did anyway “ something to do with your uncle? “ he looked up at you and nodded “ it’s something that I should be happy about but I’m just confused about it..I feel sort of lied to “ he said looking down and then looking back up at you a few times “ maybe I could actually go in your house and we can talk more? Plus I don’t want people over hearing” you said trying not make it seem like you didn’t pushed away his feelings “sure you can come inside…but just don’t be freaked out. “ that was the last thing he said before the bell rang and he got up and went to his next class, after a few minutes of thinking about what he just said you went to your class thinking over and over again “ freaked out?? What did he mean freaked out. Him telling me not to freak out totally made me freak out” before you knew it the bell rang and everyone ran out rushing to get home since it was Friday and they couldn’t wait for the weekend. You went out to your bike and hopped on it riding to Lewis’s house still thinking about what he said, you rode up to the front gate already getting a weird vibe and texting him “ I’m here and totally freaked out” you sent sarcastically but actually a little freaked out. He came out and opened the gate walking up with you into the house. As soon as you walked in a tall grey haired woman walked past giving a look and then having to look again but surprised this time. “ Lewis I see you brought a friend here..mind introducing us? She looked me up and down and then at him “ oh yes right, y/n Florence. Florence y/n “ he said looking back and forth between the two of you “ well hello y/n you certainly are beautiful “ she winked and walked into a room with a man reading big old wizard looking books “ uncle Jonathan this is y/n we’re gonna go up to my room don’t bother us thanks! “ he said in a hurry and grabbed your hand running upstairs to his room slamming the door quickly. “ sorry for making you run up those stairs I just don’t want to hear all the questions” he laughed nervously as I sat on the bed “ it’s totally fine I understand I hate being friends over to “ he sits next to you and fidgets with his hands “ so uhm…about how I feel like I’m being lied to..I’m just gonna say it. I kinda caught Florence and my uncle making out in the kitchen and it really freaked me out and I asked them if they had feelings for each other and they said no but-“ you cut him off trying not laugh “ ok you really need to chill your lucky you didn’t walk in on them doing the dirty or something like that….” As you said that he looked traumatized “ oh shit I did not mean to put that image in your head! “ you bite your lip trying not to laugh “ oh jeez y/n! “ he said putting his face in his hands and then looked at you “ sorry…but your face was priceless” you say bursting out laughing. As your laughing Lewis grabs a pillow and hits you with it starting a pillow fight but not knowing what’s going on downstairs.

[munsnz]

TRICKS OF LIFE — STEVE HARRINGTON

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐢. — 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

Overview: Will Byers, a close friend of Y/N herself, although in high school, was missing, setting a sense of concern for him, wondering what could’ve happened as being interviewed by the police themselves. We continue to dive deeper into the girl’s life to the connections of some familiar boys.

Navigation — Mixtape

Doodles, words, and weird figures were being scribbled in the sturdy notebook, with the thin pencil marking the surface of the lined paper. Class was even more boring now that Y/N couldn’t bother to pay attention to her U.S. History class, vividly in her daydreams of where one of her close friends, Jonathan Byers could be since he never showed up that morning, the teacher decided to speak up, snapping her out of her thoughts.

”Miss Hopper, would you like to elaborate with what Tammy said?” He cleared his throat, standing next to the girl’s desk all eyes on her. Y/N frantically narrowed her vision to the board, feeling a sense of unease when everyone watched her intently. Her E/C colored eyes shifted from right to left, feeling a ridiculous amount of pressure starting to well on her chest. Breathing in and out, she squinted at the chalkboard, focusing on the big letter written on the board, The Holocaust. An eerie silence grew into place, maybe a silent cough held in the background. Y/N’s palms became clammy, scrambling through her unopened textbook and unwritten notebook. Stumbling through her words in the awkwardness, the door of the classroom swung open to find the principal of the school, in a fine suit.

The class’ eyes shifted from Y/N’s mess to the lady, standing by the doorway, “Can I have Y/N Hopper?” Now her heart dropped to her stomach, was she into deep shit now? Maybe someone had caught her smoking this time. Was this going to be another accusation someone had made? If her dad heard about this, she was definitely going to be toast.

The eyes were now back on Y/N, worrisome, she rapidly crumpled her sheets of paper along with the textbook into her plain backpack. She slung it onto her shoulder, keeping her head low and meeting contact with the principal who guided her out of the classroom as she closed the door behind them before walking by the empty hallway.

“Am I in trouble?” The girl nervously bit her lip, looking down at the squeaky floor, the principal moved her glance to see Y/N looking so timid.

The principal shook her head, putting a reassuring hand onto the girl’s shoulder, “No, you’re not. Hopper, one of the most intellectual students we’ve had here in Hawkins High. In fact we need your help.”

Without asking any questions, Y/N’s eyes widened, a smile forming on her lips. The walk to the principal’s office was a bit uncomfortable, as none of them spoke along the trail. Finally getting to the office’s door, they opened it to find her dad along with his handy dandy partner, Phil Callahan, whom Y/N had been very close with since the beginning of her life when Hopper first got his job as chief of police. Giving a little wave for politeness,  the principal directed the girl to sit down in the chair in front of her.

”I really regret to inform you but, Will Byers went missing the other night,” The principal’s eyes saddened, turning them up to the two police officers, “And from what your father had said, you saw him that night.”

Oh god.

Will Byers was missing. No, not will. Not will. Why Will? Will was just a friendly kid who loved to play D&D with his friends Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, and Dustin Henderson under their basement for neverlasting hours. The wizard, the position he played, the shy, bubbly and nerdy kid who trusted her no matter what. Will, Will Byers was missing.

“Steve’s a twat!” A middle schooler climbed down the stairs in the Wheeler’s residence, to find four slightly younger boys sitting on a couch, having a board in front of them. Curious, she kneeled beside Nancy Wheeler’s younger brother, Michael, “What are you guys doing? Some magic trick or what?”

Mike looked beside him, to find one of Nancy’s friends observing the board with the tiny figurines placed on top. Without precaution, the curly haired boy that was sat in front of him spoke up, “It’s Dungeons and Dragons!”

“Wow, that’s cool, I don’t know what that is,” She brought her knees to her chest with her arms wrapped around them. The boys’ eyes fell onto the girl. What was she doing here? Shouldn’t she be with Nancy?

“My sister is upstairs by the way,” Mike cringed a bit, to find the girl being ever so intrigued by what the boys were up to on a Wednesday night.

Y/N turned over to the younger brother, then to the other three boys, sitting in silence, “I know, but I’m sick of her talking about her boyfriend Steve. I wanted to see what you were doing.” Quietness began while glances were exchanged, the girl leaned closer and directed the boys to do so as well, she hushed, “Don’t tell Nancy, but sometimes she’s boring.”

Lucas and Will both looked at each fondly, as the rest nodded their heads in agreement when Mike spoke up, “Finally! Someone notices for once!”

Dustin shakes his head in disagreement, the boy gave an obnoxious smile, “No, Nancy’s awesome!”

The group of laughter, turned to Dustin who was smiling like a freak. Lucas snapped jokingly, “DUSTIN LIKES NANCY OOOOOO!”

“What? No I don’t!” Dustin’s face turned beat red while Lucas chased Dustin around, imitating a few kisses with the weird noises. Mike got up to stop the two from hitting each other and creating a racket in the living room, the three seemed to have began a rumble, while the quiet one cheered them on with laughter arousing him.

Y/N nudges the quiet boy, smiling towards his direction, “They’re a lot to handle huh?” The boy nods a little bit, after hearing the “Dustin I love you” and “Kiss me Dustin!” mimicks from Lucas, giving smoochy faces. “Aren’t you Jonathan’s younger brother?”

The brunette boy with the bowl cut nods again, trying to shout in between the shouting induced by the three boys fighting in from of them, “I’m Will!”

”Oh! That’s good! Your brother is in Mr. Clark’s class with me!” Y/N laughed, seeing Lucas and Mike stack on top of tiny Dustin squirming below them. Will and Y/N signaled to join the stack, feeling Dustin start to giggle hysterically while Y/N began to tickle his stomach. All of them burst into laughter in the stack until Nancy came downstairs to ruin the fun.

”MIKE WHAT THE HECK?!” Nancy shouted, pulling giggly Y/N out of the bunch of first graders tumbled on the rug, “Leave my friends alone for the hundredth time!”

After seeing her being pulled away, Y/N wiggled out of Nancy’s grip, stepping away from her and seeing the boys suddenly become so serious, “Nancy, I was already hanging out with them. They’re cool.”

”What?” She felt frazzled at the remark, then heard Mrs. and Mr. Wheeler coming in after a night out. Both looked satisfied in finally having a night out together due to taking care of their children and working.

“We didn’t know Y/N came over! We hate to have the boys alone here sometimes,” Karen Wheeler sat on the couch as the boys broke apart and sat in their own space in the living room, Y/N standing along with Nancy.

”Maybe you should get them a babysitter!” The H/C colored girl suggested, putting her hands on her waist, “They’re lots of fun to be with!”

”Be our babysitter!” Dustin stumbled to get up, jumping up and down, exclaiming. The others chimed in as well.

Lucas nods along, ”Yeah that would be great!”

”You would be the best babysitter in Hawkins!” Will chants, earning Mike’s agreement too.

Mrs. Wheeler laughed at the excited boys surrounded tween Y/N who seemed heartfelt to have people that want to be around her, “It seems like a great idea, I’ll talk to their moms and see what they think. I’ll let your dad know tomorrow.”

Squeals from the seven-year olds filled the living room, when Karen had considered the request, it had already been late and their moms would be at the Wheeler’s to pick the boys up back home. While Lucas slipped on his sweater, he shouted, “At least my babysitter doesn’t have to be the old hag Mrs. Wilson!”

“TRUE!” Dustin laughs along with him, while Will follows behind to find Mrs. Sinclair waving from the sidewalk standing beside her car with three year old Erica Sinclair, wanting to throw a tantrum to be let go from her mother’s grip. As Lucas, Dustin, and Will left they all chanted in unison, “Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” To plaster a cheeky smile on the girl’s face.

Never in her entire life has this girl felt so.... accepted, liked, included for once. Something the bratty kids of Hawkins Middle School had felt towards the girl. This felt like something new, something new with a long trail of friendship. Totes to the new babysitter of these boys, whom they enjoyed being around with, no matter what

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[iridescent-petrichor]

100 bad days

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Steve gets into a fight

Words: 1.2K

A/N: holy SHIT I haven’t written anything in so long. I’ve been swamped with schoolwork but this is very very loosely based off 100 bad days by AJR because every AJR song gives me Steve Harrington vibes // also if this is bad i apologize it’s really late and i wrote this all in one without proof reading

“Remember last year when you invited Tommy and Carol over and we all got super drunk?”

Steve let out a loud laugh, throwing his head back against the bathroom wall. “God, and I broke both of my thumbs!”

You shifted your spot on the floor so you could face him better. “I still don’t know how you managed to do that, I mean Carol and I left so she could throw up and I was gone for five minutes!”

He groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Oh my god, I felt so dumb.”

When the laughter died down the only sound around you was the bass from the music playing at the party outside the room. Steve looked up from his hands, smile still wide on his face.

“What?”

“Nothing, I just like hanging out with you.” He muttered. “I’m glad we went to this party.”

“We’ve barely been out there.” Steve laughed, and you took the opportunity to admire him. It was no secret that Steve Harrington was attractive. “I like hanging out with you too. And I’m glad we dropped Tommy and Carol.”

“God, yeah. A lot less drinking too much.” He nodded.

“A lot less throwing up in your bathroom.”

“Yeah, that’s not the worst thing that’s happened to me in a bathroom.” Steve laughed dryly, and you sucked in a breath.

Right. Nancy.

It had been about four months since they’d broken up, and you still didn’t know if he was even over her.

After a short pause, Steve stood up, holding his hand out to you.

“Wanna get back out there?” He asked, hoping to relieve the sudden tension in the room.

With a nod, you took his hand and followed him out of the bathroom. Your hands lingered for a moment once you left the cramped bathroom, before they both fell to your sides. You held back a frown at the lack of warmth in your hand, smiling up at Steve as you moved through the crowd to get to the punch.

You grabbed two cups, filling them and handing one off to Steve before moving towards the makeshift dancefloor in the living room of Stacy Thompson’s house.

“Y/N-”

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” You had to raise your voice over the music, not caring to turn to see if Steve was following you. You knew he was.

By the time you reached the dancefloor, the song changed to a song you knew. Excitedly, you turned to Steve, grabbing his free hand in yours. He jumped back, raising his drink in an attempt to keep it from spilling on the expensive carpet.

“Whoa!” He says, a smile growing on his face.

“Dance with me, Steve!” You pull him towards the middle of the room, haphazardly taking a sip of your punch.

Reluctantly, he set his drink down on a nearby table and began to sway along to the music with you. You downed the rest of the punch and tossed it behind you with a grin. Steve sighed, mimicking the smile on your face as he took your other hand.

The moment was nice, and you prayed to anyone listening that nothing would ruin it.

Evidently no one was listening, because it wasn’t long before you felt cold liquid spill down the back of your shirt followed by all too familiar laughter.

“Fucking- shit!” You shrieked, reeling back and nearly falling into Steve’s arms.

“Oh, whoops. I think you got a little something-” Tommy’s smug face made you want to scream, but you stood stock still as the punch seeped into your shirt.

“Tommy, what the hell?” You don’t hear Steve get angry often, so the sternness in his voice makes your gaze snap from Tommy to him.

“It was an accident, Stevie-boy!” Tommy sneered, and you couldn’t help but notice that a couple people were staring. You suddenly regretted wanting to be in the middle of the dancefloor, sinking closer to Steve.

“I’m sure.” He muttered, placing a protective hand on your arm before stepping forward.

“What’re you gonna do Stevie, hit me? You couldn’t even take the Byers freak.” His voice was low, and you felt Steve’s grip tighten on your arm.

When he didn’t react, Tommy laughed loudly, turning to the kids around you that were paying attention.

“Would you look at that, King Steve really has turned bitch! Next thing you know your little girlfriend over here won’t be able to stand you either-” Steve’s fist connected with his face before he could say another word. You jumped back, eyes wide, barely registering that Tommy called you his girlfriend.

The world felt like it was in slow motion as you watched Tommy stumble to the ground, hand clutching his cheek. He was quick to recover, jumping back up and throwing a punch Steve’s way. You cringed, reaching out and grabbing Steve’s shirt gently to try to pull him from the fight. Tommy looked your way, his smile turning into more of a grimace.

“What, do you need your little pet to protect you from the big bad bullies of Hawkins High?” He reached for your arm, and before you could react Steve had Tommy on the ground.

“Don’t fucking call her that.” You heard before Steve threw another punch.

It didn’t take an idiot to realize Steve was clearly winning the fight, keeping Tommy on the ground as he hurled insults you didn’t care to listen to. While he wasn’t actively hurting Tommy anymore, you didn’t know how long it would be before someone like Billy would come along and decided to defend the shitbag.

“Steve!” He finally looked up when you spoke. You grabbed his arm, pulling him up onto his feet and towards the exit. He let you drag him outside of the house, only stopping in front of his car. “Jesus, Steve.” You muttered, folding your arms and sighing.

“Sorry, I uh, think I got a bit carried away there.” He kept his gaze on the sidewalk, hands in his pockets now.

“Well, thank you for defending my honor I guess.” Despite how worried you were about the growing bruise on Steve’s cheek, you cracked a smile.

“Yeah.” A ghost of a smile made its way onto Steve’s face before he fished his keys out of his pocket and unlocking his car.

When Steve started to drive back to your place, you glanced at his fist. A sigh escaped your lips as you realized you’d have to clean Steve up after recklessly getting into a fight again.

At least he won this time. You thought, remembering all too well the day Jonathan rightfully kicked his ass.

Steve put the car in park, and you looked outside to see that you were already at your house.

“Come on.” You said, getting out of the car. He gave you a strange look before complying.

“Why?” He asked as he followed you up the driveway and into your home.

“Well, someone’s gotta clean you up.” You grabbed his uninjured hand, pulling him up the stairs to the bathroom.

“Funny how we always end up here.” Steve smiles, taking a seat on the ground

“Funny how you keep getting into trouble.” You retort, grabbing the first aid kit under the sink and getting to work.

[sinfulserpents]

His Moment

Steve Harrington x fem Henderson! reader

Warnings: i think there’s light swearing, slight angst, absolute fluff (terrible writing)

Summary: the four times that steve harrington tried to confess his love for you, and the one time he did.

Word Count: 2k

one.

Steve Harrington didn’t get jealous. 

Well, at least he told himself that. But here he was, the pencil in his hand snapped in half as he watched you across the classroom laugh with your lab partner; Dave Martino.

It wasn’t like he had the right to be angry with you - you were probably just friends with Dave. The both of you were just laughing; it wasn’t like the boy was taking you right there in front of the whole class. 

Yet Steve couldn’t stop the anger that coursed through his body every time Dave placed his hand on your arm or looked at you the way he does - it would take a fool to not realise that Dave Martino liked you.

The sound of the bell signalling the end of class snapped Steve out of his pissed off glare, as he quickly packed up his books and thanked his lab partner a thousand times for making a second set of notes for him. 

Rushing out after you, Steve weaved through students until he was walking in-step beside you.

“Steve! Hey!” You beamed, smiling up at him. “You’ll never guess what just happened to me!”

Steve couldn’t’ help the smile that grew at your excitement, leaning up against the locker next to yours as you put your books away.

“Yeah?” He chuckled, “What just happened to you?”

“Dave asked me to the winter dance!”

With a faltering smile, Steve was quick to cough and try to cover up his instant ‘he what?’ that tumbled past his lips. You gave him a small shrug, closing your locker before leaning against it to face him - concern taking over your features.

“What’s wrong? Steve?”

“Y-you can’t go with Dave!”

You eyebrows frowned in confusion, as your mouth dropped into an ‘o’ as you fired back at him. “Why not?”

“B-because!”

“Steve that’s not a reason against Dave,” you sighed, grabbing your AP Biology textbook and shutting your locker, before you looked at the brooding boy. “Give me one good reason and I’ll tell Dave I can’t go to the dance with him.”

“I-because I-” Steve’s words got bunched up in his throat and he felt like he couldn’t let out any comprehensive words. So with a defeated sigh, he let his hands fall flat against his sides as he shrugged and told you that he had to get to class.

The words he wanted to tell you on the tip of his tongue. 

two.

Steve had been avoiding you. 

In his defence it wasn’t necessarily intentional – he just made sure that he didn’t walk down the same halls at school as you and got to class later so his usual seat next to you was taken by the time he got there. Totally not intentional at all.

In-fact, he had planned to not even go to the annual winter dance where the high school mixed with the middle school just so he didn’t have to see you slow dance with Dave.

But instead here he was waiting outside the school gym in his car as he waited for Dustin to finish his dance with Jennie Garret, the girl that he wouldn’t shut up about - when he saw you.

You were sitting on the steps outside the gym, cigarette in-between your fingers as your makeup smeared under your eyes - and yet, all Steve could think about is how beautiful you look. 

Rolling down his window, Steve attempted to gain your attention by irrationally waving; resorting in calling your name with his hands cupped around his mouth when you didn’t even glance in his direction.

“Y/N! Oi! Henderson!”

Your eyes darted around you before settling on the familiar dork leaning out of the window of his BMW. Tossing your cigarette to the ground, you stomped it out with the bottom of your pink heels; walking over to his car.

“What are you doing here Steve?”

Ignoring your question, Steve shot back with his own. “Have you been crying? Y/N, get in the car.”

Sighing, you brushed out the crinkles in your pink dress before walking around to the passenger side of the car, sliding into the seat. Steve’s hands instinctively grabbed your chin to tilt your face towards him; his thumb brushing away the ruined mascara and eyeliner from your tears.

“What happened?” Steve questioned, voice stricken with empathy. “Who made you cry?”

With a heavy sigh, you turned your head away from Steve to look out of the window. “Dave. He stood me up to go drinking with Hargrove and his buddies. I’m so fucking stupid.”

“Hey! No you’re not!” Instant protests swarmed out of Steve’s mouth and as much as he wanted to hunt Dave down and punch him in his stupid pointy nose - he needed to make sure you were okay. “Don’t ever call yourself stupid, okay? If anything, he’s the fucking dumb one - I mean look at you! You’re absolutely stunning!”

Steve couldn’t help but let out pent up emotions, because it was true. Dave Martino had to be the dumbest guy on the planet to stand you up - even with your makeup smudged and dress crinkled; you were the prettiest sight in the entire world. 

“Y-you really think that?”

Sighing, Steve turned his head and rested it against the headrest to stare at you as you watched him with soft eyes. 

“I do, Y/N,” he hesitantly reached out to grab your hand. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

The brightest smile spread across your face and Steve could’ve sworn he felt his heart leap into his throat at the action. The hues of the lights outside of the gym caught your eyes just right and Steve knew that this was exactly where he needed to be. 

“Y/N-”

“Hey, Dustin!” You voice cut him off, your passenger door swinging open. “If you keep kissing the poor girl like that she’s not going to have lips left!”

three. 

“Hey Wheeler, move your leg!”

“Sorry, Y/N!” The sarcastic voice of the adolescent boy sounded over the volume of the movie on screen, while you struggled to grab the blanket out of your brothers hands.  

“Steve!” The younger Henderson voice yelled, causing everyone to groan including Steve who was collecting snacks from his kitchen. 

“What do you want dingus?!”

“Where’s my popcorn?”

The sound of a bowl smashing to the ground sent you all jumping up, everyones heads shooting in the direction of the kitchen - Star Wars forgotten. 

“You alright Steve?!” You called out, only receiving a hushed ‘shit!’ in response. Pushing the blankets and sets of legs off your own, you made your way into the kitchen to see Steve on his knees picking up shards of smashed glass.

“What happened?” You questioned, quickly bending down to help him. 

“Your brother distracted me and I knocked it off the bench,” he explained, taking the pieces out of your hand and putting them in the bin. “I’m just glad it didn’t shatter into small pieces, I broke the broom last week.”

A snicker left your lips, as you stood up and brushed off your legs. It was only then that Steve noticed how close you both were, if he bent down just a little he could place his lips on yours-

“Oi, love birds! We still want our foods!”

Jumping apart, you both lightly chuckled to each other before grabbing the packs of chips and the bag of popcorn and made your way back into the lounge room.

So close.

four. 

It’s said that on average, the human adult will breathe twelve to sixteen times per minute - Steve was positive that his average was more like fifty.

His eyes never left your figure as you rushed inside the house; eyes wide in shock and shirt covered in dirt. Your head instantly darted over to the head of curly hair who yelled out a high pitched “Y/N!” as soon as you entered the Byers’ place.

Your voice was croaky and strained as your arms reached out for your younger brother; instantly pulling him to your chest as you let a few tears slip your eyes and cascade down your bruised cheeks.

“Dustin! Oh my God!” You breathlessly cried, holding your brother as close as possible before shoving him away and punching him in the arm.

Hey! What was that for?!”

Steve snickered at the younger Henderson’s obvious distaste at have the touching moment broken by an unexpected hit. 

“That’s for making me worried to death!” You exclaimed, arms flying out in front of you. “Don’t you ever - and I mean ever - jump in front of those ugly fuckers ever again! You hear me Dusty? I can’t lose you; you’re all I have left.”

Steve wanted to interject and disagree. He wanted to tell you that you had him as well, but he held back. His eyes never left the pair of Henderson siblings, watching as you both clung to each other for dear life.

He knew that you both hadn’t had it easy; between your father leaving your family and now fighting interdimensional creatures - the siblings bond you had came out stronger than anything else.

The sound of a car pulling into the driveway had you and Dustin pulling away from each other and Dustin rushing outside to meet his friends who had caught a ride with Jonathan and Nancy.

Your smile gleamed as you met Steve’s gaze, and he internally freaked out because - oh my God, you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. With wide arms you quickly wrapped Steve into a tight hug; his body freezing for a second before his mind caught up and he clung tight to you as well.

“You doing alright, Harrington?” You questioned, voice slightly muffled from your cheek being pressed against his chest.

“I’m alight,” he breathed, trying not to think too much about how terrified he was only moments ago when Demodogs stormed the house. “How about you, Henderson?”

“Shaken up - but I’m better now that I know everyone is safe.”

With a quiet hum, Steve pressed a hesitant kiss to your forehead; puling you away from his body slightly so he could look into your bloodshot eyes. A sigh left his lips as his finger traced the cut under your eyebrow, hands cupping your cheeks.

This was it. This was Steve’s moment. 

“Y/N-” he began, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he watched your head tilt as a silent way to question him. “I want you to know that I absolutely I-”

Before he could finally utter those three little words, Steve was cut off by the front door slamming against the wall and the loud voice of none-the-other; Dustin.

“Hey Harrington! Get your hands off my sister!”

Nope, not his moment.

five.

Steve was fed up. 

Every time that he had tried to confess his undying feelings for you he was always interrupted or didn’t have the guts to do it. 

But enough was enough.

Storming into the Henderson household, he was glad that your mother wasn’t sitting in her usual spot on the couch with her precious cat. Rushing down the hallway to your room, he gave Dustin a quick wave as he walked past his open door and into yours.

Let a sharp squeal leave your lips at the sight of Steve rushing in like the house was on fire, you placed your hands on your chest to lull your thrashing heart.

“Steve, what the hell are y-”

Before you could say anything else, Steve had grabbed both your cheeks and slammed his lips onto yours. It took you a second to shut your eyes and melt into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck and one of his hands moving down to rest on your hip.

It wasn’t the most romantic kiss, it was needy - teeth and tongues clashing together - but it was long overdue.

Pulling away once you both desperately needed breath, Steve rested his forehead on yours, lips barely ghosting each other. You were both smiling; completely lovesick.

“Y/N Henderson,” he stuttered, breathless. “I love you so freaking much.”

“Took you long enough,” you moved to place your lips back on his. “I love you so freaking much too, Steve.”

This was it.

This was his moment.

[ejzah]

Could you write a Drabble where Kensi and Deeks have to go to a couple therapy during an under cover up? Thanks

A/N: I decided to go the more ridiculous route with this. I can also do a more serious version if someone would like.

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“So, Mr. and Mrs. Peterson, what brought you to me today?” Miranda Crosby, couples therapist asked. She looked across the table, making direct eye contact with Deeks, her expression empathetic. Deeks shifted, not even needing to fake his uncomfortableness as Jonathan Peterson, a struggling, unhappy lawyer. Kensi was currently playing his equally unhappy wife, Cassidy Peterson.

The goal was to get Miranda out of her office long enough that they could download all the files from her computer. The entire team had taken bets on how long that would take.

“Uh, I don’t know, maybe because she’s a terrible wife?” Deeks said, earning a gasp from Kensi. Miranda tried to say something, but Kensi cut her off.

“Terrible? I cook for you, I clean, I dress up so I look nice when you come home,” she said, counting off points on her red-tipped fingers.

“Oh my god, and don’t even get me started on the cooking. Last week she made this terrible grilled cheese. Like how do you even make a bad grilled cheese? It’s literally just bread and cheese.”

“Mr. Peterson-“

“And what about you? Huh, Jonathan? You’re always staying out late and getting calls from strange women.” Kensi gave him a look and crossed her leg, one cheetah print high heel bobbing manically in mid-air.

“They’re clients,” he said dismissively. Miranda clapped her hands together, her expression that of one who wasn’t paid nearly enough for the crap she dealt with.

“Wow! Now that is a lot to unpack. You both have expressed some strong feelings and issues,” she said, glancing between them with a fake smile.

“I don’t have issues,” Kensi said firmly. “He’s the problem.” Deeks sighed deeply, tossing his head back.

“How many times do I have to tell you, I am not having an affair.”

“Then why do you get messages from women who call you sweetie and send you pictures of their boobs?”

“Have you been going through my phone?” he demanded, standing up.

“Well, how else am I supposed to know what you do?” Kensi stood up as well.

“Now Mr. and Mrs. Peterson-“ Kensi jerked a finger at him dramatically.

“Do you know that he slept with my cousin? After our engagement party.”

“Ok, that was not my fault,�� Deeks insisted. “She was wearing your dress.”

“She’s blonde and 4’9,” Kensi shouted back at him.

“And 10 times hotter than you.” Kensi made an animalistic screech and jumped across the couch at him.

“Oh my god!” Miranda Crosby gasped as Kensi tackled him to the ground, the short purple dress she was wearing sliding up her thighs as she straddled him. She threw a couple of punches at his stomach and he overacted for the therapist’s benefit.

“I knew I should have married your brother!” she screamed.

“Well at least then I wouldn’t be stuck with a woman who watches Titanic every freaking night while she stuffs her face with ice cream!” he screamed back

Kensi smacked him in the face, her hand making a sharp noise on contact.

“I’m getting security.” Miranda didn’t wait for a response from either of them and practically ran from the room.

The second she was gone, Kensi slid off him and held out her hand to help Deeks off the floor.

“How did we do?” he asked, shutting the door while Kensi pulled an encrypted thumb drive from her purse.

“Under five minutes,” Eric confirmed, sounding impressed. “Callen won.”

“I told you we could do it.”

“And what about Miranda?”

“Oh, she’s got at least another six or seven minutes before she finds the security guard since he’s been called to the other side of the building,” Nell said, sounding inordinately pleased with herself.

“Nice work,” Deeks complimented her, glancing at Kensi who had the thumb drive plugged in and was typing with instructions from Eric. “And I think we were particularly excellent too.”

“Mm, you weren’t bad. But watching Titanic in front of the TV while eating ice cream? Really?” she said, rolling her eyes at him.

“You know ad-libbing makes it authentic,” Deeks said innocently.

“Oh, you better watch it or you’ll ad-lib yourself right onto the couch,” Kensi warned him. He leaned against the desk, putting on his very best smoldering look.

“Hm, what if I promise to make it up to you by getting your beloved bulgogi?” Kensi looked him up and down, considering his offer.

“I have a better idea in mind,” she said, the innuendo clear in her tone.

“Ok, quit flirting,” Nell ordered. “She got the security guard faster than I expected.” Kensi quickly ejected the thumb drive and put it back in her purse. Deeks laid back down on the floor while Kensi straddled him again.

“Remember this position for later,” she whispered, but apparently not quietly enough as Nell and Eric groaned in unison.

***

Thanks for the prompt!

[vampiricfairy]

I Never Told You What I Do For A Living

Chapter 3

Word Count: 2183

Pairing: Jonathan Harker x Reader

Warnings: ⚠️TW ED⚠️

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You rolled your eyes and grabbed your phone, calling Zoe.

“Good morning Y/N-“

“Dracula found me, I think.” You said, actually relaxed.

“WHAT?! HOW CAN YOU BE SO RELAXED?!?! I’LL BE THERE, STAY WHERE YOU ARE!” Zoe hung up.

You sighed, you regretted going out that night.. To a certain extent, Jonathan was cool though but you probably would’ve met him regardless. You checked your texts, Jonathan didn’t text you which disappointed you a little.

After maybe 10 minutes of waiting Zoe barged into your apartment and stomped upstairs into your room.

“Y/N??” Zoe exclaimed and you gestured to the writing on the window.

“You need to be more careful, Y/N. Can you stay at one of your friends’ house?” Zoe asked.

“Probably.. I’ll have to ask-“ You said, before realizing something. “But wouldn’t that be what Dracul would want?”

“You’re right.. You’ll come to my apartment.”

“I- what? I would endanger you and- that isn’t a great idea either! I don’t want that!” You said, “I’ll.. Look whether one of my friends could maybe help me out? We have hiding place in my dads garage and it seems fairly safe.” You said.

“Just.. Don’t go out after dark and do your best to stay safe. I have to get back to work.” Zoe sighed, “I’ll check up on you later, alright?” She said and walked out of the apartment again.

After asking all your friends who possibly could help you out with your small issue.. Your friend Henry told you that you could stay at his house for the night. Would’ve been cooler if he weren’t madly in love with you, well rip you.

You took a shower and then cleaned the blood off your window as it wasn’t really a nice sight for you to seeing the blood of somebody you don’t know.

You packed all your necessary stuff.

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Henry had convinced you to leave the house with him, it was sunset which made you nervous.

“I told Lucy we’d meet her.. She’s not as bad as you think she is. By the way she met somebody and wants us to meet him, I promise you it’ll be fun!” Henry said and held your hand.

“Please.. Not for long- I need to be home by sundown- I can’t stay longer outside than that!” You said, obviously you couldn’t tell him that a vampire who killed your great-great-great aunt and that he wanted to apparently destroy your bloodline, was chasing you.

“Why are you so pressed? At most we’ll stay outside for an hour! What are you so afraid of? You’re acting weird.”

“Henry!!” A familiar voice screeched.

You rolled your eyes, there she was, Lucy Westenra. Next to her stood a pretty tall man, he had dark hair and.. Wait a fucking minute.

“Bye hoes. I’m leaving.” You said as you stomped away.

“Not so fast, Y/N.” Said the man.

“Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Go fuck yourself.” You said, not turning around.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Asked both Lucy and Henry in unison.

“Nothing.. Just leave me alone!” You said and you started running.

The man followed you and you ran faster, for your life- not knowing where you were running. You saw a taxi and almost stumbled into it.

“Jonathan Harker Foundation, now.” You said.

The driver was slightly confused but started to drive, during the ride he tried to make small talk but you didn’t feel like it and snapped at him a few times. It really wasn’t his fault but you were probably being chased by the vampire that was trying to destroy your bloodline and that didn’t help your mood.

Once you reached the foundation you threw the money into the drivers lap, “Miss?? That is too much-“

“Keep the change-“ you said as you charged into the foundation and immediately flew into Zoe’s arms.

“Y/N are you alright?!” Zoe asked, a little surprised.

“H-he is with my friends- I don’t.. I don’t feel safe-“ you sniffled.

“Calm down first, what exactly happened?” She asked.

You explained it to her and she sighed, “it’ll be fine Y/N. You need to take care of yourself and maybe avoid going outside for a little.” Zoe tried to reassure you.

“What’s wrong?” You heard a familiar voice say.

You looked up and wiped away your tears, “Jonathan?” You sniffled before looking at Zoe, “how- why is he here?” You asked.

“He is trying to help us with.. Well Dracula.” Zoe said and Jonathan nodded. “The foundation is also named after him, so you’d think he would try to stick around here to help us.”

“I’ll take care of her, Zoe.” Jonathan said and tried to smile reassuringly.

“Alright, if you do try to hurt or.. Anything, you know what happens.” Zoe said, threateningly.

“I am very aware and I wouldn’t hurt her or you in any way.” Jonathan said.

“That’s cool but what’s the Wi-Fi password?” You asked.

“Count Dracula.” Zoe said before she disappeared.

“Alright, got it.” You said as you typed the password into your phone and waited as it connected.

“You could stay at my apartment if you want.” Jonathan offered, he seemed to be fairly interested in you and you didn’t exactly understand why.

“I mean if Zoe’s okay with that- but don’t you have to sleep in a coffin or something?” You asked, as you texted your friends letting you know that you’re okay. You realized something-

“I d-“ you interrupted Jonathan.

“I-I just realized that Dracula could have tracked me by my Snapchat location- holy shit-“ you exclaimed before turning off your location information on your phone.

“Snapchat?”

“It’s an app where you can talk to people and send them pictures, I forgot to turn off my location mode.. So that would explain why Dracula found out where I was.” You explained as you turned the ghost mode on.

“You have to be more cautious with your privacy, Y/N!” Jonathan said, as you looked up into his eyes to see a bit of worry?

“I’m fine- I mean I’ve survived the last 17 years and I’ll survive.. At least another 5 years- well anyways. Should I ask Zoe whether I can stay at your place?” You asked, feeling a bit silly as you felt like you were a little child asking for Zoe’s permission which made you tempted to just go but you couldn’t because you knew Zoe, out of all people would rip your head off if you didn’t let her know where you went after being chased by the vampire threatening to destroy your bloodline.

“Go ahead, darling.” Jonathan smiled fondly at you.

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After a 30 minute talk about what you shouldn’t do and Zoe ranting about your safety you sat in a car with Jonathan and a driver. She told you to not fall in love with Jonathan, you didn’t really understand what’s there to fall in love with in first place- maybe that was mean but the dude low-key was a huge boomer. He had his attractive traits, yes, his eyes are fairly pretty but you were sure when Billie Eilish was singing Ocean Eyes she most definitely didn’t mean Jonathan.

Jonathan looked at you, “are you hungry? I don’t really have any food in my apartment but I could buy you something.” He offered, smiling a little at you.

“No.. Not really- Jonathan?” You asked.

“Yes, anything wrong?”

“Do you.. You know drink blood?”

“I-“ he hesitated a little, “I do. Just not as often as Dracula, I try to drink blood every.. Two days so I can function but otherwise not. I primarily try to choose lawyers as I enjoy keeping up with the law- it makes me quite happy.. Do you have anything that makes you happy?” Jonathan asked, trying to get the conversation going.

“Well I tend to enjoy listening to music and reading- it’s fun to go out with friends or learning new things, I’m pretty interested in the paranormal, occult and psychology.” You smiled, remembering the times where you would tell your friends creepy stories to watch the freak out.

“You really seem to be a Van Helsing, I’m not surprised.” Jonathan remarked.

“Maybe it runs in the blood, who knows?” You smiled sheepishly.

After a relatively long drive that didn’t feel so long, Jonathan led you to his apartment. His apartment was pretty tidy, small and rather well put together.

“You got a TV, I see- do you want to watch a movie?” You asked.

“Isn’t it a little late?” Jonathan asked, “not that I mind! I just think you should try to not sleep too late everyday!”

“Nahh! I’m good! Let me put on something more comfortable first though.” You said, grabbing your ag and disappearing into the bathroom. You kept your thigh highs on as you were wearing an oversized sweater. You honestly hoped Jonathan wouldn’t mind since he’s from another century, but he shouldn’t think about it anyway.

“Done!” You said as you walked into the living room area and flopped next to Jonathan on the couch. “I’m pretty sure you slept through all the good horror movies so why don’t we watch.. The Conjuring?” You suggested.

“I’m fine with whatever you want to watch-“ He answered with a small smile.

You took the remote and streamed Netflix of off your phone on the TV. You were feeling a little tired already, bit it wasn’t that bad yet.

You didn’t even remember falling asleep during the movie. As you feel asleep you rested your head on the next best thing; Jonathan’s shoulder. In your sleep you mumbled something and pretty much wrapped your arms around him, snoring lightly.

If he were able to blush, he would. But since he wasn’t he waited a little before carefully removing your arms and picking you up as if you were a fragile doll that would shatter at any moment. He carried you into a bedroom, placing on the bed and tucking you in.

He looked at you, admiring your sleeping and beautiful form before stopping himself from his thoughts. He quietly walked out of the room and to his coffin, lying down in it and closing his eyes. It didn’t really take long for him to fall asleep.

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You woke up the next morning, a bit surprised about where you were as you walked into the bathroom and washed your face then brushed your teeth. Trying to find Jonathan you walked into a room and blushed slightly when you saw the vampire who was.. Shirtless. He seemed to have just taken a shower and maybe, just maybe, you were staring a bit.

You blushed even more when he saw you and mumbled a “I’m so sorry-“ as you closed the door again. You thought for a moment and remembered what you saw.

Jonathan wasn’t ripped or anything, his body was pretty average, he had a bit of pudge on his stomach but it was normal for the era he was from. So you knew from history lesson, yeah you’re big smart. But you somehow thought it was cute on him, wait why do you find a 148 year old cute?

You stood there with your back leaned against the door, thinking as he opened the door and you fell into his arms, luckily he caught you and you figured; today wouldn’t be a good day.

“Are you alright, darling?” He asked, a little worried, still holding you.

“I’m good, I’m great.. I-I I’m just so sorry for walking in on you, I should’ve knocked.” You said still slightly embarrassed.

“It’s alright, don’t worry about it.” Jonathan said, “are you hungry? If you want to I can give you money so you could buy something from the bakery.” He offered you.

“No thank you..” You smiled a little.

“How come you never eat?” He asked, slight worry in his voice.

“I-I do? I’m just not eating as much because don’t like it.. I’m trying to lose a bit weight so, why not?”

“But why? Darling, you’re absolutely stunning.” He told you as he looked into your E/C eyes.

“Cool that you think so, I don’t. I don’t want to talk about it, Zoe would fry me.” You said.

“I won’t force you to talk to me, but I do want you to know that you can trust me.” He said and you sighed.

“I’m good Jonathan.. Really. Just don’t make me talk about it because it’s embarrassing.” You said.

“Do you want to finish the movie?” Jonathan asked, knowing that that would lift your spirits.

“Yeah!!” You smiled and flopped on the couch.

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After watching a few horror movies you practically held onto Jonathan, you were a bit scared even if you didn’t want to admit it so you hugged Jonathan’s arm and leaned your head on his shoulder. “Johnnyy, I’m scared-“ you whispered.

He paused the movie, “nothing’s gonna hurt you. I promise.”

“Well if you say so..” You smiled a bit tiredly as Jonathan played a little with your hair..

It all felt too good to be true.