#finn wolfhard fanfic

[redroses07]

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- SARAH ⋆☆ 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

collab with @lowaltitude

go read do re mi

“you applied for a collage that’s two thousand miles away!” miles yelled, waving your acceptance letter in the air.

silence fell between you, miles was so angry and bitter his shoulders were rising and falling as he tried to slow his breathing but was having little luck.

miles scoffed, slamming the letter back down on the table. “get out of my face.” he grunted, causing you to look up at him.

you crossed your arms, “what?” you muttered, furrowing your eyebrows.

“get the fuck out of my face!” he yelled, causing your entire body to tense. “what?” he laughed. “your fucking scared of me now?”

“fuck you.” you muttered.

“sorry, i didn’t quite hear you. what did you say?” he asked sarcastically, holding bis hand up to his ear.

you stood across from him, every part of you wanted to scream at him, let go of every bit of anger and push it all on to him. after everything you had been through with him, he was now lashing out at you for wanting to leave the manor you had been talking about leaving since the day you got there. so, instead of giving him what he wants, you snatched your acceptance letter off of the table before marching back towards your room.

“thats right! run away!” you could hear him yelling as you ran down the hall.

listening to the deafening beats of miles’ drums for hours on end was keeping you from your sleep. you looked over to your analog clock to find the glowing red numbers reading three thirty-three. you let out a sigh of annoyance before rising from your arrangement of duck feather pillows.

you looked around your dark bedroom, your eyes now fully adjusted to the minimal light you were able to see vague figures of furniture around your room. you grabbed onto the corner of your quilt before flicking it away from you, exposing your mostly bare legs to the cool night air. you swung your legs over the edge of your bed, your feet meeting the wooden floor.

although you were in your pyjamas you didn’t mind that miles would be seeing your matching set, you just craved your beauty sleep. as you stood up, slowly walking over to your bedroom door you quickly readjusted your shorts before pulling open the large wooden door. as you marched out into the hallway you could see a thin line of light coming from under miles’ bedroom door.

as you stood outside his door, contemplating weather you should tell him to stop considering you were a quest in their house. then you thought of sleep. all you wanted to do was sleep. you brushed your thoughts aside and knocked on his door three times. when you didn’t get a response you let out another sigh before you latched your hand onto the copper door handle. you slowly twisted the door handle and pushed open the door.

“miles…” you murmured as you slowly stepped into his room.

as you stuck your head around the door you found him sitting at his drum set wearing the same outfit he had on earlier in the day. when the drums abruptly came to a stop everything felt so quiet. his eyes snapped in your direction, scanning you up and down before letting you a weak breathy laugh.

“do you know how to knock?” he snickered.

“do you mind playing a little quieter?” you asked, fiddling with your fingers to keep yourself calm. “i can’t sleep.” you added.

“maybe you should go to bed then” he sarcastically suggested. “instead of barging into my bedroom at three in the morning.” he smirked, lightly tapping the drumsticks on the snare drum.

you stood there frozen, knowing what you should say but not wanting to get into an argument with him. he let out another breathy laugh as his tapping sped up.

“or are you gonna go cry to mommy? get me in trouble?” he pouted, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked at you up and down again.

“fuck you.” you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you crossed your arms.

he stopped all his movements before making eye contact with you. “not tonight darling, i’m a little busy” he smirked as he gestured towards his drum set.

you scoffed before marching out of his room, slamming his bedroom door shut as you made your way back to your room. you pushed your door closed before stomping towards your bed. as you flopped down onto your bed miles began to play his drums again causing you to let out an exaggerated sigh before covering your face with a near by pillow.

the following morning you woke up to the sudden sound of a door being pulled shut. as you pulled yourself up from the comfort of your bed you listened closely. you heard foot steps marching down the hallways causing you to let out a sigh. several boxes were stationed across your room reminding you that today was moving day.

“y/n!” flora yelled as your bedroom door swung open.

“morning flora.” you chimed, forcing a fake smile as she skipped into your room, noticeably hiding something behind her back. “what’s that?” you asked, you grin slowly turning into a genuine smile as she hopped up onto your bed.

“a present.” she teased, bringing the small wrapped box out from behind her back. “miles helped me.” he grinned, gesturing for you to take the box.

you took the box before you began to unwrap the black silk ribbon and deep red wrapping paper. the box was filled with matte black tissue paper and nestled in the centre was a single handmade bracelet.

“naw thank you!” you smiled, taking the little beaded bracelet out from the box before pulling it onto your wrist.

flora giggled as he held out her wrist. “see! now we’re matching.” she smiled, barely being able to sit still. “miles has one too.” she added.

you forced another smiled as your fingers gently traced the bracelet, feeling the different textures of each bead.

“when you move away, we will always be with you.” she spoke softly.

“thank you.” you repeated, holding out your arms gesturing flora into a warm hug.

as flora lunged towards you, wrapping her arms around your neck she snuggled in close. your arms tightened around her, the reality of you leaving becoming overwhelming real. after a second or two you heard your bedroom door creek open causing you to look up. there he was, miles stood in your door way, avoiding all eye contact with you.

“do you mind giving miles and i a minute?” you asked in a low whisper causing flora to pull away.

she happily nodded before scrambling off my bed to run down the hall, laughing as she passed miles. once flora was out of sight you turned your attention to miles, his eyes finally meeting yours.

“what do you want dickhead?” you snarled. “come to insult me one last time?” you muttered, letting out a breathy laugh as you tucked your knees up to your chest.

he scoffed as he slumped against your doorframe. “you wish.” he muttered.

“cute bracelet.” you smirked, your eyes wandering down to his wrist decorated in coloured beads.

“shut up.” he laughed, beginning to wander towards your bed.

miles plopped himself down on the edge of your bed, you were a little alarmed. miles hadn’t been this close to you in weeks.

“you’re really leaving?” he asked quietly, briefly looking around at the boxes.

you began to slowly nodded your head. “yup.” you weakly smiled, popping your lips.

a silence fell between you. both of you a little uncertain of what to say or do in each other’s company. you had spent weeks being bitter to each other but there was something about him that just made you melt.

“i’m sorry.” he mumbled.

your head snapped up to look at him. he had his head hung low, he almost looked embarrassed to be saying sorry. in fact, you thought this was the first time you had ever heard him say sorry.

“for what?” you asked quietly.

without saying anything miles looked up at you, looking like he had a million thoughts running through his mind. with one swift movement, connecting his lips with yours. the kiss was short and sweet, but when he pulled away he rested his forehead against mine.

“y/n i need you.”

[teabights]

(Un)Conventional Romance

Summary: Josie is Joseph’s old friend from school, they reunite during a convention where she is the monitor for the panel of Stranger Things. (loosely based on Canada Expo) Joseph decides that he wants to play matchmaker with his new friend and his old friend. 

Return of Josie Woods - my oc. (Older oc/finn) (hes 19 in the story like he is irl)

“No fucking way! Is that you, Quinn?” Josie asks.

“What? Fucking no way, Woods?!” Joseph says back to her.

“The one and only!” Josie speaks.

“What are you doing here?” Joseph’s lips curl into a smile as he hugs her tightly.

“I was just grabbing some coffee before I had to be at work.” Josie’s lips are the biggest smile.

“Who is this?” A guy asks from next to Joseph.

“Shit, Finn, this is Josie. She was my best mate when we were in secondary school.” Joseph says.

“Nice to meet you, Finn.” Josie smiles at the younger man. “What’re you doing?”

“Nice to meet you too.” Finn says.

“Uh, we have press in like twenty minutes, but Finn convinced me to get coffee.” Joseph’s smile is still spread across his lips.

“It’s great to see you, Joey. It’s nice to meet you, Finn. I have to go. I might already be running late.” Josie says as she holds her coffee close to her body.

“Still a late one, I see.” Joseph says with a grin.

“Like always. See ya boys.” Josie walks away from the men.

Joseph and Finn get in line. Finn looks over at Josie as she is walking out and Joseph bumps into him lightly.

“She’s really cool, Finn.” Joseph says in a singsong voice.

“What? Nah, Joe, she’s like 9 years older than me.” Finn defends himself.

“Try 6.” Joseph grins as they get to the counter finally.

“Still, she has her life together and I am still trying to figure shit out.” Finn says.

“Uh, I am going to do the venti salted caramel cold brew with extra foam, please.” Joseph orders.

“I would also like that.” Finn says.

“Alright, that will be $11.80.” The cashier says. “What’s the name on those?”

“Mike and Eddie.” Finn says.

Joseph pulls out the cash and pays her the amount, dropping the excess change into the tip jar. The men move to the pick up area.

“Josie did theater with me. She’s fantastic.” Joseph says. “Her parents are military. They moved there her freshman year.”

“Joseph, I am not going to date Josie. Why don’t you date her? You couldn’t stop smiling.” Finn says.

“Take her on one date. She loves brunch.” Joseph smiles at him.

“Joe, seriously… I don’t know if I can woo someone who is 6 years older.” Finn says.

“You can. I saw the girls that you would pull.” Joseph jokes. “She likes those guys that you went and did some episodes with and played video games with.”

“Really?” Finn asks.

“Yes Finnie. Just ask her.” Joseph nudges the man again.

“SALTED CARAMEL COLD BREW FOR EDDIE AND MIKE.” A barista calls out.

“Cheers.” Joseph says as he picks up both drinks. He hands one to Finn.

Joseph and Finn make their way back to the convention's back doors so they can slip back in. They chat and drink their coffees.

“There you two are. We have ten minutes and they have someone special for us!” Grace says.

“Finn said he wanted coffee.” Joseph says.

“Yeah, we got coffee.” Finn says with a grin.

“Are you two ready?” Grace asks.

“Who is going to hold our coffees?” Finn asks.

“I am sure we can have them with us.” Joseph says.

They’re called to the stage and Joseph almost squeals with excitement as he sees Josie sitting in the curating spot.

“JOSIE!” Joseph calls out, holding his arms up.

Josie hugs him tightly. “JOEY!”

“They went to school together.” Finn whispers to Grace.

“Ah.” Grace is now up to speed.

Everyone exchanges hugs and sit down.

“Well, shit, I get to see my best friend and my crush… Wooo, I am luckkkky.” Josie says into the mic with a smile.

“I get to be with my best friend and my on screen crush!” Joseph says with a chuckle into his mic.

“We are going to have to battle over Grace?” Josie jokes.

“Well, Josie is cute, but Joseph’s eyes are unbeatable.” Grace chuckles.

“That is true! Give it up for Joseph Quinn’s eyes.” Josie says and lets the cheers happen. “Finn, I have a joke for you.”

“Give it to me.” Finn says as he puts down his coffee next to the chair.

“What did Batman say to Robin when they got to the car?” Josie asks.

“I know what it is, but what did he say?” Finn’s lips are in a huge smile.

“Get in the car.” Josie says and can’t help but laugh at the joke.

“That got Joseph and Grace giggling.” Finn says with a chuckle as he watches his co-stars giggle.

There is a big booming laugh that comes from a mic off stage. Josie knows that it is Jamie Campbell Bower doing his Vecna voice, but laughing.

“Oh nooooo.” Joseph says.

“Who could that be?” Josie says. “JAMIE CAMPBELL BOWER!”

Joseph is the first out of his seat. Finn and Grace get up to hug Jamie as he gets on stage. The hug between Jamie and Joseph makes the husband’s rumors seem true. Everyone sits down again.

“Now my crush is here.” Joseph says.

“Oh, that is so sweet, love.” Jamie says with a chuckle.

The entire interview goes over very well. Josie is able to keep it pretty tame. Everyone leaves the panel. Josie follows Finn off.

“Hey, it was cool to know that you watched my Game Grumps episodes.” Finn comments to her.

“Oh my god, they made me laugh so hard. You were such a baby on those.” Josie says.

“Yeah, all grown up now.” Finn says. He glances at Joseph who was giving him a ‘do it’ face. “Uh, hey do you wanna get brunch tomorrow?”

“Yeah! I love brunch! Le Petit Paris is my favorite spot.” Josie says. “If you wanna go.”

“I would love to go.” Finn says.

Josie takes out her phone, starting a new contact, and hands him her phone. “Put your number in. We can meet there at like 11?”

“Ye-yeah.” Finn can’t believe it is that easy to ask out someone older than him. He punches his number in and hands it back to her.

“Thanks Finnie.” Josie says with a grin.

“Joe is the only one who calls me that.” Finn comments, finding it hard that that is the nickname she’d come up with.

“Well, now it’s me and Joey.” Josie comments back.

“You are the only person I have heard call him Joey.” Finn comment.

“It is his close friend’s nickname I suppose.” Josie shrugs her shoulders.

“Do you like him?” Finn asks.

“Joey is my best friend, nothing more than that.” Josie answers.

“Oh, okay.” Finn nods his head. “Cool.”

“Hey Finnie! Let’s go.” Joseph says as he walks up to the pair.

“Hang on a moment.” Finn responds.

“I do have to get going. I have another panel to do.” Josie says. “I’ll text you Finnie.” Josie gives Joseph a big hug. “Imma text my mom that I saw you. We should get dinner afterwards.”

“Definitely.” Joseph says with a grin.

“Okay, I’ll send you a lil DM.” Josie says.

She walks away. Finn just watches her for a moment before moving quickly to meet up with Jamie and Joseph who were just chatting.

"An older lady, Finn? How bold." Jamie jokes.

"Oh, it's Joe's idea." Finn fights.

"You didn't have to listen to him." Jamie says.

"How do I resist? I mean look at him." Finn says as he holds Joseph's face and turns his face to Jamie.

"You're right. I can't." Jamie says as Finn lets go of Joseph's face.

"Just thought they'd be a good match." Joseph inputs.

The guys and Grace get to their booths. They go back to signing stuff. Josie walks back and she waves to Joseph and Finn, who wave back to them. Finn can't help the smile on his face.

The day passes on, getting close to the end of the lines.

Joseph looks at his phone, seeing Josie shot him a dm with her phone number. He sends her a quick text that they’ll be done in an hour and he'd love to grab dinner. Josie is quick to reply and tell him that it sounded good.

The lines end finally. Joseph walks over to Finn's table.

"Hey Finnie, are you going to come to dinner? I am going to ask Jamie and Grace." Joseph says.

"Uh, sure if Josie doesn't mind." Finn says.

"I am sure she won't." Joseph winks at him.

"Why did you suddenly decide you want to play matchmaker?" Finn asks.

"I thought about it and you two have a lot in common. Now, you get off my tits about it.” Joseph chuckles after his response.

Before Finn could protest, the Brit made his way to Grace, smiling.

“Hey pretty, Josie, myself, and Finnie are going to catch dinner, do you wanna come?” Joseph asks with a smile on his face.

“Yeah, I am about to be done.” Grace motions to the few people watching this interaction.

“I’ll text you the info.” Joseph winks to her.

He moves himself from her table to find Jamie about to leave his table.

“Jamie!” Joseph calls out.

“Joseph!” Jamie says back to the man.

They meet with a small hug.

“I am getting dinner with the rest of us, do you want to join?” Joseph asks.

“Hell yes, I am starving.” Jamie says, throwing his arm around Joseph. “Right now?”

“Grace is finishing. Finn was finishing when I asked him.” Joseph informs him. “We can see if they’re done now.”

The two walk to their co-stars’ tables. Grace was signing something and making small talk. Grace grabs her bag and thanks the fan. She moves herself to be with the guys. They all walk to Finn’s table, stopping a few feet back.

“Yeah, I think Joseph was asking everyone, I am sure he’ll be back soon.” Finn says.

“Well, knowing him and his fans, he probably got caught up doing stuff and seeing people.” Josie says, pushing her hair back.

“Yeah, I have never seen our fans be so receptive to a character since Joe Keery had to wear those little shorts.” Finn laughs.

“Oh, can you blame us?” Josie says with a laugh. “Not everyone likes Mike, but you are doing such a good job with him. You’ve gotten so handsome over the years.”

“Ah, thank you.” Finn’s cheeks deepen a little.

“FINN!” Jamie says as the group approaches the pair. “Are you two ready?”

Finn’s eyes roll, which makes Josie giggle. “Yeah, let's get this over with.”

“Hey Finnie. You are making it seem like we are terrible.” Josie says as she moves to link her arm with Finn.

Joseph flashes Finn a proud smile. “Come on Finnie.”

The group of five walk out to the convention center, into one of those bigger cars. Josie and Finn got booted to the back of the car. Jamie and Joseph were talking and Grace was busy on her phone.

“Sorry Joseph is an insufferable ass.” Finn whispers.

“Nah, believe me, I know he is.” Josie whispers with a chuckle.

“Who makes your favorite movies?” Finn randomly asks.

“Rob Zombie. I think I could die the moment after I meet him.” Josie answers him.

“Which one is your favorite?”

“Probably House of 1000 Corpses, unfortunately.”

“Why unfortunately?”

“It just follows the classic cheesy horror movies. Gore and tits.”

“I am a big Stephen King fan.”

“Yes! The books are incredible. Of course you would say that.”

“No, like genuinely. Yeah, It was cool, but that novel is probably the worst thing I have ever read.”

“It is always a bad read.”

“The script was incredible to read. I’ll have to find it for you to read some time.”

“Yeah, that would be so cool.”

“We are here!” Jamie says loudly. Josie and Finn both roll their eyes.

“Thank you Jamie.” Josie says.

Everyone gets out of the car, Joseph’s arm found its way around Josie’s shoulder. Finn was on the other side of Josie. Josie takes out her phone and takes a photo with Joseph. She tells him that it is going to her mother. They get in and Jamie gets them a table. They all walk to the table to sit. Josie has Finn and Joseph on either side of her. Joseph has Grace on his other side. Jamie is stuck between Finn and Grace.

“What did you backseaters talk about?” Jamie asks.

“Directors.” Josie says.

“Horror really.” Finn chimes in.

“Who is your favorite horror director Josie?” Grace asks.

“Rob Zombie. There is just something about …” Josie starts, but Joseph chimes in.

“You just love seeing blood and tits.” Joseph laughs at his own words.

“Oh shush Joey.” Josie rolls her eyes. “He’s not wrong.”

“That is a perfect reason to like a movie, Joseph.” Jamie says with a small wink.

“What did you guys talk about?” Finn asks.

“We were discussing the rumors…” Joseph replies.

“We were.” Jamie asks.

“Yes, everyone thinks you guys are husbands.” Grace chuckles.

“I don’t see it.” Jamie says.

“Are you fucking serious?” Josie asks with a chuckle. “The way you guys hugged today.”

"Yeah, come on Jamie." Joseph says with a chuckle.

“Well, Joseph and I just bonded from all the press, not our fault.” Jamie combats with.

Josie rolls her eyes in a playful manner. “Huh, it's not your fault?”

The waitress comes over and they all order food. Josie and Grace abstain from getting alcohol for Finn’s sake, but Joseph and Jamie get martinis. Josie shakes her head with a chuckle after Joseph had ordered.

“What?” Joseph asks.

“When did you start drinking martinis?” Josie asks.

“After school?” Joseph says. “After you moved away.”

“Hey Josie, why don’t you act?” Finn asks.

“Uh.” What a question Josie thinks. “I enjoy doing more local theater work. I don’t think I am cut out for the silver screen.”

“That makes sense." Finn says.

Everyone sort of broke up into conversations, which was Josie and Grace talking across Joseph, and Joseph, Finn, and Jamie talking loudly to each other. The night goes on from there and everyone enjoys their meals and Josie picks up the bill. Jamie, Grace, and Joseph catch a ride back to their hotel. Joseph only left after the world's longest hug with Josie as he mutters drunkly about how great it is to see her and how much he misses her. Finn evebtually had to leave after chatting with Josie for about another hour.

Josie wakes up with a plethora of texts from Joseph and one from Finn.

Joey: It was great seeing you!

Joey: I called my mom this morning and she was so excited that I bumped into you.

Joey: I miss you!

Joey: Let me know how the date gooooes.

Joey: i thinknthat youll fo grwy on the silver screen

Joey: Next probysy i get you are in it for sure ill suggest you for any rome andjrhell trust me because im everuon3s favorite

Joey: you had to br an eddie girl huh i Hve to geta a eig and we can live the fantasg

Josie chuckles as she can see which ones were sent last night and the ones sent this morning. She looks at Finn's message

Finnie: Hey, I called ahead to La Petit Paris this morning — got us a table for 11am.

Josie squeals a little bit. She is definitely excited. She gets herself ready a little early as it was only 9:30 AM, but getting there in the LA traffic is a nightmare. She knows there is a park nearby. She can pick up coffee and hang out at the park until he arrives.

She sits at the park, sipping her coffee, nervously checking the time about every ten minutes until it's like 10:50 and she sees Finn walk up to the restaurant. She finishes her coffee as she walks over to the cafe. He spies her from his peripheral and turns and reveals the little bouquet of flowers. She squeals as she takes the bouquet from him.

“Finnie! This is so cute! It’s been forever since someone has gotten me flowers.” Josie squeals as she looks at them, giving them a little smell.

“I thought maybe it would be a gentleman-y thing to do.” Finn says with a grin.

“It’s cute Finnie.” Josie mumbles.

They walk in the restaurant together. Josie’s other hand finds Finn’s hand. Finn intertwines their fingers together. Finn gives him the hostess his last name and she takes them to the table, something secluded in the back. They sit across from each other, Josie able to put the flowers to be leaning out of her bag and hang her bag on the back of the chair.

“So, how was the rest of your night?” Josie asks.

“Pretty good, I ended up in bed early. I was truly exhausted.” Finn answers. “What about you?”

“Pretty good. This morning had me rolling, Joseph sent me a bunch of drunk texts.” Josie says with a small giggle.

“Ah, I did get a few texts from Joseph also, horrible. I hate him.” Finn says with some sarcasm in his words.

They break out into a conversation about how it was shooting Stranger Things and how local theater still bring in a big crowd. There is a break when they order food. Josie gets mussels and fries. Finn gets tuna tataki. They go back to their conversation, which lasts the rest of dinner. There is a break that comes from them eating. Afterwards, Finn picks up the tab. The two of them walk out of the restaurant.

“Thank you so much for brunch.” Josie says.

“No problem. Thank you for coming with me.” Finn says back.

Josie didn’t want this to end. “There is a park over there, we can go to.” She points to the park next to the restaurant.

“Yes please.” Finn says with a smile.

They saunter off to the park. Josie and Finn end up on a bench, sparking conversation. There was a small glance at each others lips before their eyes meet.

“Josie?” Finn asks.

“Finnie?” Josie responds.

“Can I… kiss you?” Finn asks.

“Yes, please.” Josie answers with a big smile.

Finn grabs her chin and presses his lips to hers. Josie returns the kiss to Finn. Josie lets out a small squeal as they kiss. Finn pulls away from her. Josie snatches her phone out, they proceed to take little cute pictures. She sends one to Joseph, and within minutes Finn’s phone was blowing up.

“Looks like Joseph is happy.” Finn says.

“Looks like it.” Josie chuckles.

They share another kiss, Josie couldn’t be happier.

[mikeslawyer]

[s1ater]

your sister is hot!

pairings. steve harrington x fem!henderson!reader

about. steve makes his first encounter with dustin's hot sister.

warnings. foul language

ricky rocks. short fic to introduce this. i think all future fics i do with henderson!reader will be short and not following the plot of st, just fun :)

"why the fuck is my baseball bat covered in nails?"

dustin cringed at the sound of your voice echoing out past the front door where he just almost got away. steve turned to look at him, his eyebrow arching to the implication of yelling and the look on dustin's face—who had his eyes scrunched closed and his white teeth showing as the were clenched down, wincing.

"dustin!"

"who's that?" steve whispered, demanding the answer as the sound of your footfalls were also echoing through the house and closer to them.

"my sister," he sounded miserable, but defeated as he turned back around and back toward the front door where you were there to meet him, looking absolutely fuming.

steve's eyes widened, slightly taking a step back at the sight of you. you were not what he expected--i mean he didn't expect anyone because he didn't know dustin had a sister in the first place, but he also didn't expect you to be so pretty.

"dustin."

"yes?" his voice was distraught as he looked at his feet, already ready for your scolding.

"why is my baseball bat covered in nails?" you repeated the question, only this time more calm, but the anger was practically soaking your voice.

"uh, funny you should ask, actually," he giggled nervously, his pointer finger coming up as if to make a point, but he ran out of words immediately.

"project," steve finished for him fast, already being able to tell if the boy kept speaking, he'd probably be hung.

you now looked up from dustin and toward steve. you were looking at him as if you hadn't even noticed him until he started speaking. you frowned, looking at him strangely, very strangely.

"dustin," your voice was low as you were now leaned down to his ear, "why is steve harrington on our front lawn?"

"also funny that you ask."

"charity," steve says fast, once again interrupting dustin from furthering this situation into somewhere it didn't need to be. "good for the college application, you know? i'm spending the day with your brother, doing whatever he wants."

you look between the two and steve can tell by how confused you are, you won't push it further. this was very strange for you.

"yeah, whatever," your voice is still low, "just.. buy me a new fucking bat, make that apart of your charity, alright?" you turn around and walk back into the house before he can even answer.

steve is just beyond shock as dustin slowly turns around to face him, already preparing himself for the heat of questions.

"henderson, you didn't tell me you had a sister."

"yeah, for a very good reason."

“your sister’s hot.”

“hey, man, let’s not get so vulgar," dustin's hands raise as he joins steve's side and they begin to walk back toward his car. "that's my sister."

"and she plays baseball?" he exclaims, "how could you keep this from me, it's a fucking crime!”

"steve, you're a whore, i don’t know if you know that—thought i should be the first one to tell you—but that's why i didn't tell you about my sister."

"still man..!"

navigation.

[asseenontv]

Are You Okay?!

Trevor Spengler x gn Reader fluff

Ghostbusters Afterlife

Warnings: swearing, no use of y/n

Summary: when Trevor, Phoebe and Podcast first catch Muncher you’re in the crossfire by being a bystander on the street while they try to trap it and you get hurt but Trevor checks on you after it’s all done

You’re sitting on the curb outside on the street and scrolling on your phone mindlessly, either on TikTok, Twitter or Instagram when you hear the sound of a loud and obnoxious engine getting closer, you look up for a second and see this junkyard of a car speeding up the road with what looks like… A KID SITTING ON THE OUTSIDE OF IT?!

You have barely anytime to react when you see this huge beam of light rapidly and uncontrollably whip around everywhere as it tries to grab a ghost-like thing, suddenly it loses control and goes straight for you in a flash of light.

The beam shoots at you and grazes your ankle, in turn, burning your shoes and pants (or leggings/stockings). You quickly splash your drink on your leg in hopes it would put out the small fire that was on your clothes and it does. You look at the car speeding down the street once again to see the small girl turn around and glance at you with a sorry expression.

A couple minutes later you see the car once again speed up the street to you except this time the little girl isn’t outside. It stops abruptly on the road and out jumps the girl, a boy around her age and a teenage guy around your own. The teenage boy turns to the girl and says to her, quietly yelling,

“You should’ve been more careful with that thing!” He says in an annoyed tone

“You know It cant be controlled easily, Trevor!” She tells him

“Well you almost killed them!” He says gesturing towards you

“You know what? Just go sit back in the car, I’ll deal with this and hopefully not get us sued” he tells both the boy and the girl

Once the younger ones sit back in the car and close the door, the teenager looks down at you and then sits on the curb next to you

“Does that hurt? Did it burn you? I can get something cold to put on it” he says in order to try and make things right, he talks in kind of an awkward tone as well

“Yeah it does hurt a bit, it would be nice to get some ice or something” you say while checking the damage again and then looking up at him, he was quite tall even when sitting down

“Yeah okay, sure let me get you something” he says and hops up and walks to a shop next door

He comes out a minute later with a canned drink in hand and gives it to you

“Sorry they don’t have much for a burn, it’s cold enough though, right? He asks while sitting down again

“It’s fine, I’ll ice it when I get home” you say putting the can on your burn and looking down again

“I’m Trevor, the two kids with me are Phoebe and Podcast” he says raising his hand awkwardly for you to shake

You shake his hand slowly “Podcast?” You ask in confusion and with a small smile

“I don’t know, he calls himself that”

“Okayyy…” you say awkwardly

“Also are you gonna tell me what the fuck that was you shot me with?” You say looking back at him

“I didn’t shoot you?” He says with a fake offended tone “also I barely understand so I can’t explain much”

A small silence happens after until you interrupt it by saying your name to him and he smiles at you

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

You guys talk for a couple minutes, laughing about stuff and it turns out you guys have a lot in common, music, movies and interests in general

“Well look at that” the little girl from earlier steps out of the car and stands infront of it to which you and Trevor look at her

“Looks like you finally got a partner so you don’t have to act all weird at that job anymore” she says in a rather dry and sarcastic attitude

“Shut up Phoebe!” Trevor yells back at her

“We have to go home anyways, Podcast needs to go home as well” she says gesturing for him to get back inside the car

Trevor sighs and stands up but before getting in he says “oh, can I get your number? I wanna hang out because you seem actually cool”

“Yeah sure” you take his phone and put your number in

“Thanks” he says with a smile and hops inside the car and speeds off down the road

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Later that night when you’re laying down in bed you get a text

“ Hey i was wondering if you wanted to hang out tmr? “

It Was Trevor

Hi this is my first fic in a long time! Let me know if you wanna see more of something :)

[honeymartin81]

This is the only proof you need your all think Mike loves el you are blind

Mike Wheeler in will byers both love with each other

Please stop being so fucking annoying about Mike Wheeler is not in love with will byers but he is

I believe el and Mike going break up in s5 I love byler so much

[fxchild]

The Switch

Miles Fairchild x fem!reader

Chapter nine: Make you stay.

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Miles pov

I think it's been one- no. Two weeks, since Y/n had that.. encounter? It's not like we had sex or anything but I definitely didn't expect to make out on her bed until Flora came banging on her door complaining about a nightmare, while Y/n forced me to hide under her damn bed on the cold floor for half an hour while she made sure Flora went to sleep and didn't bother us again. I was kinda glad we got interrupted if I'm being honest. Even though Y/n pounced on me like a lion to a gazelle, she seemed pretty nervous whenever I kissed her too hard or if I touched her leg. Believe it or not things have been even more awkward than before when we were constantly nipping at each other and now I'm starting to miss the fighting more than the dry tension in the room.

Anyways, I've got about fourteen days to make things less awkward and for her to stay with us for the summer. I heard her talking on the phone a few days back, thinking about taking up a different job in California. Her teacher recommended it or some shit, get into a better college. She's not going to Harvard I know that for sure.

Something that's been pissing me off is that Quint has been messing with her head so now she sleeps with the door off and the lamp lights on. I asked him to lay off but it's not doing much. I've been trying to sneak in to make sure he's not fucking with her in her sleep or anything. She's only sixteen like me after all, he shouldn't be messing with kids our age, especially the ones I want to stay.

Uhm, another thing is that I've been out of it for a day or two. Like my throat is pretty dry and I've had a wicked headache. I swear to god if I wake up tomorrow with a cold I'm gonna be pissed.

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Your pov

It's been about two weeks since Miles and I had that half-assed hookup. Ever since then it's been so awkward. We can't even speak to each other now for more than two sentences before getting freaked out and forgetting what we were talking about. I mean, it's easier to focus on Flora and her work, but at the same time it's boring without being able to pick a fight with Miles. I miss our back and forth bickering because at least it kept us talking and occupied. I have fifteen days before I go back home for the summer, I really wanted to stay but I've gotten more job offerings in new places and I want to go out and explore. Plus, spending the summer in some creepy ass house, with a boy who can't even be in the same room as me for five minutes doesn't seem like the ideal summer. I feel bad for leaving Flora, and I guess Miles because they are all alone with Ms. Grose, who is lucky if she can live another four years. But I need to put myself first, that's what's important. I just wish Miles would talk to me before I leave, because even though we snap at each other, he's been growing on me. I'm not saying I like his stuck up asshole personality but I see how he is with Flora and I sometimes wish he could be able to open up to me like that.

This morning I woke up to the sound of projectile vomiting. I figured it was coming from Flora's room since she ate a lot of chocolate last night. I ran to her room to check on her to find her still asleep in her bed. Then I realized that the puking and groaning was coming from Miles room. I debated on leaving him there to take care of himself since he thinks he's grown and can take care of himself but then I remembered the time I was drunk. The way he drove me home at 2am and stayed outside my door all night in case I felt sick again. I walked into his room and knocked on his closed bathroom door.

"Miles, it's just me. I'm gonna come in okay?" I say as I hear him groan and spit into the toilet. I open the door to see his face almost glued to the toilet bowl, gasping and throwing up. I sit next to him and rub his back, grabbing a few sheets of toilet paper so he can wipe his mouth when he's done. "Get it all out, that's it.." I whisper to him as he continues to gag.

When he finishes he grabs the toilet paper from my hand and wipes his mouth, flushing the toilet. I let him sit on the floor with his back pressed against the wall for a moment as I grab a washcloth, drenching it in cold water. I put it on the back of his neck as he tries to stand up. He walks over to me where I'm putting toothpaste on his toothbrush and handing it to him.

"Make sure to brush your tongue too." I put the cap back on his toothpaste. "I'm gonna get you a new shirt, there's a little bit of puke on it." I point to the spot on his shirt. I walk out of his room and open his closet, looking for an old shirt in the piles on the floor. Miles walks back into the room and curls up on his mattress with his washcloth in his hands. I didn't even realize he came back into the room until he spoke up and groaned.

"Jesus it's fucking freezing in here.." I turned around to see him shirtless, breathing heavily and laying down. I grab a random green shirt and walk over to his mattress.

"No Miles, sit up you have to let your stomach settle for a bit." I prop his pillows against the wall and help him sit up a bit. I let him put his new shirt on and pulled the covers up to his waist. I felt his forehead and winced at his temperature. "Miles, you're really hot." I sighed and bit my bottom lip trying to think of how to take care of him.

He let out a chuckle and wrapped a hand over his stomach. "I'm hot? Thanks.." I frown at him since this isn't something to be joking about. "Not funny." I say with pursed lips and put the washcloth on his forehead.

"I'm gonna go to the store to get you some medicine. Flora used it the last time she was sick. Do you want me to pick you up something?" I put my hands on my hips and waited for his response.

He sat there for a second to think, "Am I even allowed to eat anything? Like I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to eat when you're sick." He tilted his head, squinting his eyes.

"You're allowed to eat Miles but only if you feel up for it. I can pick you up some grits, or popsicles? Do you sound up for that when you get your appetite back?" I rub the back of my neck, giving him a sympathetic look.

"I'm not hungry..I-I don't care okay? I'll be fine by tomorrow." He shakes his head and waves his hand in the air.

"Okay, well I'm still going to the store because I'm not putting up with your whining later. I'll be back in an hour okay?" I shrug and ruffle his hair lightly before trying to smack my hands away.

I brush my teeth, grab my keys and put on some slippers. I head out to the car to start for the store.

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Miles pov

She couldn't have taken any fucking longer to get back from the store could she? I'm sitting in my bed, trying my best for an hour to hold my stomach until she comes back but it's getting too painful. I ran to the bathroom throwing up nothing but stomach acid. I was panting and almost crying from the pain, it felt like my stomach was twisting. Y/n hears me gagging and rushes into the bathroom to rub my back and hold back my hair. When I'm done, there's tears in my eyes from the pain and she gives me this stupid sad look like she feels sorry for me or some dumb shit. I sit on my bathroom counter as she hands me my toothbrush again. She opens up a small can of Gingerale and puts it on my nightstand.

"You don't have to drink it now, but if your stomach feels funny again try some. It works trust me." She smiles and feels my forehead again to see if my fever had gone down a little. I sit there under the covers with my head against the wall as Y/n sits at the end of my mattress reading a book.

"What's that?" I say weakly, motioning to the book. I catch her attention and she smiles. "A book?" She giggles trying to be funny or something.

"Yeah, no shit." I chuckle and she gives me an unamused look. So apparently I'm not allowed to be funny anymore I guess. "What's it about?"

"It's about a prince trying to find his princess through a dream. It's really cute." She gets up to sit next to me on the mattress, showing me the blurb.

"Oh.. fantasy?" I mutter out as a question.

"Yeah, I like fantasy. You don't?" She tilts her head to look at me, tabbing her book before closing it. I shrug, "I mean, it's not bad but I just can't ever get into it."

"Well maybe that's because you haven't read a good one." She smirks, and for a second I feel like we aren't talking about books. I shook my head and stayed silent for a few minutes.

"You know, I usually get sick in the summer." I give her a side glance. I lied, I never get sick. This was the first time in probably a year and a half I've gotten sick. "I mean, who's gonna get me a cold washcloth and rub my back when I'm throwing up?" I smirk at her slightly.

"Ms. Grose?" She jokes and I roll my eyes.

"Be serious Y/n. She's so old I think she's gonna kick the bucket any day now. And when she does that, who's gonna help me take care of Flora? I don't have any parents you know." I sit up more and turn to face her, putting my hands in my lap.

She sighs and turns to face me. "Who said I was leaving?" She gives me a confused look.

"Y/n I heard you on the phone. I mean California seems nice, but is that what you really want?" I give her a dead eyed look and raise a brow.

She studies my face letting out a deep breath, "Miles, you don't even like having me around. We fight all the time, why do you want me around?" She shakes her head and leans back a little bit.

"Come on, Flora will miss you. She'll be upset that you aren't coming back. I mean she really loves you, fuck, she wants you to be her mother! She needs you, Y/n- I-I need you okay? I can't even take care of myself while I'm sick and you expect me to take care of myself, a whole property and a little girl? I mean, jesus, what do I have to do to make you stay?" I spurt out quickly, motioning my hands everywhere with dramatic tones.

She smiles for a moment and grabs my hand, "You just did." She gives me a sincere look, like we finally came to an agreement. I let out a relieved sigh I didn't even know I was holding and she giggled. "Why do we fight so much? Everything would be so much easier if we just listened to each other, you know?" She asks even though she sounds like she already knows her own reason.

"I think you know why I do it.." I look at my red candles I caught her staring at one day in particular when she first came into my room.

She looked at the candles then back at my eyes. "Because you don't know how to treat people?" She barely whispered out. She looked into my eyes for a moment before speaking once more. "I only pick fights with you cause I think you're kinda cute." She admits, leaning back again.

I raise a brow, "You think I'm cute?" I chuckle and she let's go of my hand, she's trying to bite back a smile.

"Yeah, you're cute. So what?" She smirks and we stare at each other. I think we were both waiting for one of us to do something, anything. But no one moved or spoke. After a moment of my silence she got up and put the covers back over my waist. "You should get some rest, it's not good to stay up when you're delirious." She gave me a dejected look and turned off my lamp.

"I'm not delirious." I grab her wrist gently and assure her.

"You're sick, Miles." She gives me a stern tone, and eyes me down to let go of her wrist.

"I know what I'm saying, Y/n." I gulp and give her the smallest smile I could muster and let go of her wrist, laying back into the pillows. She slides a hand on my forehead and it goes into my curls. She kissed my forehead and walked to the door.

"Get some sleep, call me if you need anything okay?" She gave me a sad smile and walked out of the room.

Now she was just confusing me because did she just reject me without either of us talking about dating? I don't think I asked her out but I think I wanted to. I want to I really do, but how the hell am I supposed to do that when she can't take me seriously? I better get over this damn sickness soon.

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Hi hi! It's fxchild back again with another chapter! Sorry if this is bad I had to rewrite it THREE times because it kept god damn deleting. This took me 2 hours and 15 minutes to write (I timed it yes) so hopefully you enjoyed it. Plsplspls if you did not see my other post to put some requests in because this will be one of the last chapters until Mr. Fairchild finishes his story. I literally do not care what you ask me to write as long as it's not acc insane. If my requests don't work PLEASE dm me I will answer because no one texts me like ever ! Anyways, I love you guys so so much 💕 thank you for continuing to motivate me to write.

-fxchild

[pinkerthings]

just saw moot say that what if mike and will are trapped in a closet together in s5 and one of them has to cover the other one’s mouth bc they’re scared and making noises, & now i CANT STOP PICTURING this scene like omg I can SOOOO picture mike freaking out bc he arguably has less experience with the upside down creatures/demogorgons and such so he would probably be more scared than will, so will would have to be the one to whisper like “shut up!” and cover Mike’s mouth with his hand, and then they’d both wait for the monster to pass before breathing a sigh of relief. and then the TENSIONNNNNN afterwards would be so crazy and Mike would be like, “um, sorry” and will would be like “it’s okay” and then imagine mike starts bringing up the painting or something and then someone opens the door and is like 🤨 what r u two doing in here, and then they both blush & fanfics will come true and lives will be changed

[justasimp1]

Finn Wolfhard x F! Reader

Fluff, Actress/Famous AU ☆

Florescent

It was a normal interview so far for the Stranger Things cast. Regular sly questions trying to find out more on the upcoming volume. The whole time you found your eyes drifting to Finn. His smile and stance are so intoxicating.

"So what about you, Y/N?" The interviewer cued the cameras toward you. Everyone's eyes glanced over at you, Finn included. The corners of his mouth slightly turned up when he made eye contact with you.

"Uh- Yeah. Filming this season has been an adventure...sometimes you think you become a part of the viewers because you are also watching the story unfold" You removed your eyes from Finn and towards the camera.

"Are you implying the Duffer brothers don't inform you fully?" The interviewer adjusted his voice. "Yes and no. It's like watching the show, you hear the script, and have your predictions, but you still are following that storyline" You smiled, feeling Finn's breath on your ear.

'Fuck why did he have to sit next to me?" You bit your bottom lip keeping the emotion from showing on your cheeks.

"I agree, even though I'm the actress playing the character, I feel like I connect to the story" Sadie chuckled, causing a chain of "Me too's". The man, positioned in the interviewer chair, shifted his index cards.

"With this new season comes sprouting romance. For instance, Will pining after Mike and we even get a glimpse of Argyle and Susie's older sister. Some fans have noticed--more like created a thing called screen tension, where the 2 actors in a scene have tension rather than the characters"

You're eyebrows quirked at the new phrase. You glanced around to look at everyone's reactions. Finn's eyes seemed trained on you, he smiled when you looked at him. Almost as if time stopped and your heart sped to the future.

You studied his expression, adornment no, infatuation no we're just cast members. You swallowed the lodge in your throat, pulling your attention away. Finn's smile slumped down in confusion, he wished he could read your thoughts.

"Kind of like Y/N and Finn~" Millie teased, her voice perking up. You smiled, feeling your cheeks temperature slip from your fingers. "Perfect example!" Noah clapped while laughing.

The group exchanged looks. "No me and Y/N are the opposite of scene tension. I don't even think about her that way or look at her that way..." Mike furiously blushed as he awkwardly scratched his nape. His eyes going to you, looking for reinsurance.

"I don't know- Season 1 and 2 Finn would say differently" Millie chimed, grinning. "What would 12-year-old Finn say?" You questioned out of pure curiosity.

"Can we please move on?" Finn flexed his jaw, looking at the interviewer. Everyone (besides you) seemed to have past knowledge on this joke. They laughed, mutually agreeing that flustering Finn on LIVE tv wasn't the best decision.

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You're body guards helped your walk out the crowded door. Fans lined the street, waving, throwing notes and flowers. "Oh Y/N!" Finn grabbed onto your arm, pulling you at his side. "Can we talk?" Finn looked up at a person pointing a camera at you.

You nodded, taking his hand and pulling him closer for the photo. The photographer shared his gratitude. You waved toward the last group of fans before reaching your black SUV.

Finn reached for the door, holding it open for you. You got in, turning in the seat to wait for Finn. "So what is it?" You pushed his brunette curls out of his face. "What Millie said in the interview-"

"It was just a joke, we are very close friends it was bound to happen" You shrugged. "...It wasn't and you deserve to know at least. But when I was younger I had this stupid crush on you" Finn laughed, rubbing his palms over his pants.

You went stunned. "Really?" Were the only words that could mutter out. "Yeah. And I still do" Finn's smile faltered when he saw your eyebrows raise. "I wanted to tell you myself before Millie did"

Finn grasped the door handle. You tugged his shirt, pulling him back with one hand and cupped his cheek with the other. Your lips touch his, they were soft, slightly thin. But the emotion swirling through one exchange had your heart racing.

You poked your tongue at his bottom lip, pushing your lips deeper onto his. His hands lingered over your waist. "I do too" You mumbled, averting your eyes away from the contact.

"Can I kiss you again?" Finn stuttered, pulling your face back into his view. "Anytime" You replied, leaning into his touch.

Masterlist

[vampvrisms]

hello , lovelies ! my name’s natalia , i’m fifteen years old and i’m a massive swiftie + lana girlie. i’ll write about literally any character as long as they’re from a fandom i’m part of. the fandoms i’ll write for are ;

• stranger things

• buffy the vampire slayer / angel

• atypical

• the vampire diaries / the originals / legacies

• the goldfinch

• IT 2017 / chapter 2

• dawson’s creek

• one tree hill

• the hunger games

• + the actors ( also, i’ll probably write for more fandoms so …. )

i 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 write nsfw, as long as the actor ( if it’s not a character ) is okay with it.

[dikooiiii]

I liked this work😭

[sweetsweetbbyboy]

Will was a beacon, a sliver of warmth in the ashen wasteland that Hawkins had become. He was walking towards Mike, that familiar, lopsided grin lighting up his face just like it always had, even amidst the encroaching darkness. The sight was enough to make Mike's chest ache, a painful reminder of everything they were fighting for.

And then it was gone.

One moment Will was there, bathed in the eerie, flickering glow of the Upside Down, the next he was gone. Erased. A monstrous appendage, barbed and dripping with a viscous ichor, had erupted from the ground, spearing Will through the chest. The force of it sent a spray of blood across the shattered pavement, a gruesome mockery of the rain that perpetually plagued Hawkins.

Mike couldn't breathe. Couldn't scream. He stood rooted to the spot, his eyes glued to the horrifying spectacle unfolding before him. The world seemed to tilt on its axis, his senses overloaded with the grotesque tableau of Will's impaled form.

A choked sob tore through him, raw and primal. It was a sound of utter devastation, of a soul ripped asunder. The fight drained out of him, replaced by a wave of nausea so intense he thought he might be sick. This couldn't be real. This couldn't be happening. Not Will. Not his Will.

"I don’t even know why I’m writing this. You’re not here. You’re not ever coming back. It’s stupid, writing a letter to someone who’s… gone. But I don’t know what else to do. Talking to you was always the easiest thing in the world, and now it’s the one thing I can’t do.

It’s been a week since… since Hawkins. Since you… God, Will, I can’t even write it down. It’s just a black hole in my head, a constant replay of that… thing, taking you from me.

I should have told you. I should have told you how much you meant to me. How much you still mean to me. It was always you, Will. From the moment we met, it was always you. I was just too scared to admit it. Too scared of what people would say. Too scared of what you’d say."

Mike Wheeler 1989.

[screechingsandwichtriumph]

Yandere Miles Fairchild-kidnapping

Summary: how Miles would act around the whole kidnapping thingie

Warnings: kidnapping, slight manipulation, physical abuse(not done but mentioned), Miles being so nice that you can't even complain about your kidnapping

Miles would be the type of yandere to kidnap you almost immediately

Most yanders save kidnapping as a last resort solution , if their darling rejects them or is leaving, but for Miles this just isn't true. He would kidnap you with any minor reasoning

He really thinks it's for the best and even expects you to thank him about it sometime in the future

I mean, he has a big home that has everything in it , so you will be the most comfortable there with him, right?('this is your new house' be would say grinning and keep showing you around)

And then you will get to meet Flora a cute young girl that makes you want to protect her. Miles instructs her to talk to you and tell you to stay ' you won't leave too , will you?' her voice is soft and she is giving you the most hurt look she can achieve .

' Everyone leaves us , but I feel it , you're different'

And kidnapping you works in Miles favor in more than one ways

That house is a terrifying old building with floors that creek and doors that shut on their own. The nightmares are inevitable and when they come , Miles is right there to comfort you

' Don't worry y/n , you're ok' he softly sais , hugging you ' here , I will stay with you all night to protect you'

Normally you would have pushed him away , but now you were so petrified and his hugs were warma and his face familiar. So you let him sleep in your bed

Waking up the next morning you find him already awake playing with a lock of your hair. ' I'm sorry for taking you here without your permission.' his expressions seem so genuine that you think he might be honest

' I just love you and didn't want to lose you. Everyone I have ever loved has either died or left me. I just want to protect you'

He guilt trips you in feeling bad for him so you will never ever leave and honestly it works.

All together though, it won't be too awful. Miles is a pretty boy (He would find you staring at him and smile that Miles grin knowing damn well what he is doing). The house is enormous and so are the fields that surround it. He and Fiona will keep you busy and happy enough that you forget you were not here on your free will in the first place

You were frequently taken horse riding. The times that Flora was with you it would be more playful but the ones in which you and Miles are alone? Oh he would be extra flirty , giving you winks , helping you of your horse and kissing your hand, while looking up at you with his pretty smile( 'there is my lady. Careful now we don't wanna hurt ourselfs', 'dont I get a kiss for helping you?')

You would take strolls all around the garden collecting flowers and pretty rocks. Once you even found a hedgehog that you and Flora somehow convinced Miles to take in as a pet('please Miles let us keep him!' Flora begged her brother. 'FINE!' he let out 'keep him, I don't care'. He ended up adoring the little animal)

Exploring the rooms, board games ( in which Miles is unsurprisingly and Flora is surprisingly competitive)and even cooking will fill your days. You have everything you want except of your freedom. As long as you don't ask for that you will be ok.

Also try not to anger Miles too much , since he holds you in his hand. He is usually nice and a gentleman but don't push it. He can take away your things , not allow you to go out or even deprive you from food water or a shower.

He would try not to drug you since he loves your personality just as it is. You could yell at him and even try to hit him and those things he wouldn't mind. But if you ever try to hurt yourself or run away , expect to be a bit drugged for a long time.

He wouldn't easily get physical,('please y/n, I really don't wanna hurt you') but if you act out too much , then he won't hesitate to strike you. If he thinks that in order to stay with him , you have to be completely controlled, then he will brake you and rebuild you as he pleases.

'The house is away from everything else , so please stop screaming. Noone is gonna hear you anyway ,dear'

[s1ater]

perfect match.

pairings. steve harrington x fem!reader

about. steve has a little crush.

warnings. gif not mine, foul language maybe

ricky rocks. send me an inbox message 🫶🫶

steve always felt like he was trapped in his own body after his world got flipped upside down when unexplainable things invaded hawkins as well as his own life and getting into college was no longer his biggest problem.

—and of course, when nancy broke up with him. and what was once home, was now just a shell that carried him around from one place to another.

everything he found fun before didn’t strike him with the same excitement. he suddenly became hyper aware of everything and where his life seemed to be heading toward; which wasn’t bad, just something nobody really wants—a cookie cutter life that resembled exactly his parents.

until he met you.

you were a lot different compared to a lot of girls he had met and put himself into social situations with. you were smart, sarcastic, witty, and actually had things going for you; hobbies, a job, things that mattered in the long run.

you were exactly what steve needed—according to dustin. and he wasn’t wrong; steve just wished he had realized that a lot sooner.

“harrington, i didn’t realize you still came to parties,” the first time he really saw you was when you were leaned on your forearms as you came to fill your red solo cup with the red punch placed on the island as an offering to all. steve stood on the other side, staring off into space while thinking he should have never came until your slight sweet smile came into sight.

“yeah, me too,” he sighed, sounding sorrowful as he took a drink from his own solo cup, trying to pay attention to who was speaking to him—he almost thought it was his own conscious reminding him there were better things to be doing.

“you’re too cool for all this now?”

“something like that.”

you hummed, finishing up the pouring of the punch. you had honestly hoped to get more out of him, but his mouth was practically a steel trap and he didn’t seem exactly present, so you walked off with a nod.

it took him awhile to recognize you, and your name didn’t hit him until it was too late and you had already crossed the room.

**

a month later steve was parked outside of dustin’s house, tapping his fingers lightly against his car, humming to the song on the radio patiently waiting for dustin to come outside when you were walking to get your mail and your eyes caught onto the familiar burgundy BMW parked across the street. you slightly grinned from where you stood.

maybe you could get him this time.

“hey, stranger,” you slightly tipped your head as you bent down to see him properly through his rolled down window, smiling once he turned his head, almost shocked to see your face. “didn’t know you hung around here.”

“oh-i don’t-i-i’m just picking up a friend.”

oh he was already starting off so rough.

“right,” you leaned back to your normal posture, looking to the henderson house for recognition. “didn’t know you ran with the middle schoolers now.”

he nervously laughed, already knowing this would eventually happen; someone would find out that he was practically best friends with an eighth grader—really his only friend at the moment.

“don’t worry i won’t tell,” you winked just as dustin came stumbling down his front lawn to steve’s passenger seat, already taking note of you.

you were already beginning to walk away with your hands shoved into your jackets pockets and steve suddenly felt a rush of embarrassment almost, “it’s not what it looks like.”

“i’m sure it isn’t,” you called back to him.

“really, there’s more to it.”

“maybe you can tell me all about it sometime.”

steve sighed seeing you were already on your own front lawn—therefore too far to continue to explain himself without seeming like a douche.

“who’s that?”

“huh?” steve almost forgot about dustin as he turned to face him.

“that girl, who is that?”

“oh, just some… girl who’s in my physics class,” he was already having a hard time trying to explain it. he felt caught.

“just some girl?” he quirked a brow, not believing the shallowness of the statement.

“what?”

“dude,” dustin already had that blunt look on his face that steve hated so much—something that made him feel dumb as he stared back, waiting for the explanation to his dumbfounded voice. “that’s not just some girl, that’s like.. some girl you want to take home.”

“what?” okay, now he was really lost.

“what’s her name?”

“i don’t know, y/n?”

“you don’t know?”

“yes, i do know, it’s y/n.”

“good,” dustin shook his head, “because you gotta get on that, man.”

“what, no,” steve’s face screwed up, slightly caught off guard with the suggestion. “no way.”

“what do you mean, steve. did you not see that, she was flirting with you.”

“you’re on something henderson,” steve shook his head. “she was not flirting with me.”

“‘maybe you can tell me about it sometime?’” dustin repeated your words, hoping to lay it out better for him, “dude, steve, if that doesn’t mean ‘let’s have a candle lit dinner’ then i don’t know what does.”

he has to think about it for a minute, his head slightly turning as he leans on his wheel, thinking over the conversation the both of you just had ten seconds ago, “oh, she was definitely flirting.”

“see!”

“there is no way you’re giving me advice on girls right now,” steve shook his head, now moving the car into drive. “there’s no way.”

“hey, someone’s gotta give it to you,” dustin shrugs, “you’re losing your touch, harrington.”

“shut up.”

**

it seemed now everywhere he went you appeared. and you were no longer initiating the encounters, it was more of steve’s eyes wandering and they happened to stumble upon you walking down the hall. he cursed himself for noticing you first and your eyes not being there to meet his.

he didn’t understand the feeling eating at his chest as time passed and he thought about you more and more and with barely knowing you. he really wasn’t even sure if the name he had for you was correct.

“thinking about her?”

“jesus, henderson,” steve slightly flinched as dustin fell into the seat next to him on the couch without warning.

“thinking about who?” robin’s ears perked as she suddenly took interest to the conversation just starting.

the three of them currently sat in steve’s basement for a movie night that had been constantly requested by both dustin and robin until steve finally caved—and was now deeply regretting.

“y/n y/l/n.”

good, he was right.

“really?” robins eyebrows raised in surprised. “not the typical bimbo you go for, this is new for you steve.”

“what do you mean.. y/n’s not a bimbo--i don’t go for bimbos.”

“my point exactly, it’s a little concerning,” robin slightly shrugs, “but i’m sorry my friend, you do in fact usually go for bimbos.”

“i do not-“ steve raises his hands before looking over to dustin for help but the boy only nods, having to agree with robin. “okay, whatever, i don’t even like her.”

dustin rolls his eyes, “who were you just thinking about then, huh?”

steve’s cheeks turn red and he can’t help but roll his eyes, “shove off, henderson.”

he begins to giggle, shoving an accusing finger into steve’s face, “you like someone.”

“yeah, yeah, don’t get too excited,” he slaps dustin’s finger out of his face but it doesn’t stop dustin from continuing to sing in mock.

“that’s a first,” robin huffs, “you sure this isn’t just another kelly situation where you think you’re in love but it’s actually just her butt?”

“who said anything about love, or like for that matter? you guys are just jumping ahead of yourselves.”

dustin continues to sing in the background as he hops foot to foot, making robin give him a pointed look, “match maker here seems to think it’s serious.”

“he’s delusional.”

“well,” robin slightly tips her head, “you have seem really distant recently, steve. and y/n y/l/n, whoo, i’d say she’s definitely an improvement from any past love interests.”

“you’re both delusional.”

**

“we gotta stop meeting like this.”

steve almost jumps, looking up through his car window to see your face. once again, you had caught him in the midst of your neighborhood and outside of dustin’s house.

“jesus,” he looks up to you, a lopsided smile twitching onto his lips, “you a stalker now, y/n?”

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you, harrington,” you smiled, shaking your head, standing up to your real posture. “i think you’re the one stalking since you are the one parked right across from my house.”

he scoffed, “you live right across-“

“from your eighth grade best friend?” you raised a brow, making him roll his eyes. “a little weird.”

“do you have anything else better to do than to be making fun of me?”

“no, not really,” you pressed your lips together in a thin line, shaking your head.

he sighs, slightly shaking his own in thought, not knowing if he was about to regret what he was going to do next. he thinks, biting his lip before tilting his head, “get in.”

“excuse me?“

“hop in…my car?” he nods his head toward the passenger seat once more and it takes a minute for you, with your own thoughts, to decide whether or not this was a good idea. you think not, but you still round the car and get into the seat.

“this how you treat all your girlfriends?”

“maybe.”

“funny,” you shook your head, slightly smiling.

“what?”

“just never thought i’d be sitting in steve harrington’s car outside of little dusty henderson’s house.”

“now, why not?”

“oh, you’re too cool for me,” you say sarcastically, looking over to him.

“really, me?” he quirks a brow, smiling, but you could see confusion tainting his expression—he didn’t know if you were serious or not, or even what to make of your statement.

“really, you,” you nodded, “everyone worshipped you, steve… but then you just like disappeared, and even then people still worship you.” you frowned, not understanding the reverence of high school.

you liked steve, you didn’t mind him and had no problem with him, but the obsession some people had with him, you didn’t understand and you almost found quite annoying.

his disappearance and lack of attendance at parties and functions that “popular” kids attended to was something strange and unlike him. he was missed; you didn’t really care, but a lot of people did.

“yeah… right,” he sighed, looking down to his lap for a moment, thinking of all that had happened in the past year before looking back up to you. it seemed his mood was suddenly struck down at your sentence, but you didn’t understand why.

“why?”

“i don’t know,” he shrugged, “there just seemed no point in them anymore.”

“right.”

“what, you don’t believe me?”

“not really.”

“wow,” he says, “and i suppose you find them so much fun, don’t you?”

“well, yeah.”

he narrowed his brows, “girl like you? there’s no way you do.”

“what do you mean by that?” you scowled at him, taking offense.

“i don’t mean it in a bad way,” he’s quick to defend, throwing up his arms, “all i’m saying is that… you seem better than that, y’know? i’ve noticed you before, and you’re not like… a lot of those girls.”

“thanks?” you don’t know if you should take it as a compliment, but you love the way he seems flustered, trying to explain, almost embarrassed.

“yeah,” his voice is low, barely above a whisper, almost not wanting to unsettle the awkward silence. he know turns to look at you, “you don’t-“

he’s interrupted once you lean forward, pressing your lips against his.

he’s surprised, almost not processing what was happening until it hit him like a rock all at once and he finally kissed you back. you couldn’t believe yourself. never had you ever been this bold, but it was now or never, and you had been waiting to do this for awhile.

his hand clasped the side of your face, his other placing on your waist, pulling you further and closer to him till some part of you that isn’t your lips, was touching him.

he smelled of soap and laundry detergent and whatever product was in his hair. he smelled good and you didn’t want to pull away, especially since he was a good kisser, a real good one.

the rumors weren’t wrong.

he moved slow, like he wasn’t worried about time, and his lips were perfectly in sync to yours. but steve was almost overwhelmed, worried that he’d mess up even as this was one of the things he was good at.

you now pulled away, breathing shallowly but smiling as you look to him with a sparkle in your eye. he smiled back, but was finding it hard to keep consistent eye contact.

“are you blushing?” you smiled, slowly pulling away from his body. “is the steve harrington blushing?”

“shut up,” he smiled, his tongue poking into the side of his cheek as he glanced to his lap. “you’re not looking so hot either.”

“shut up, harrington,” you rolled your eyes, lightly shoving him. “i’m getting out of the car now.”

“wait, why?” he’s eager now, watching you shift in your seat.

“because i’m pretty sure your boyfriend just got a show,” you jerk your thumb to dustin who’s standing on his porch with a wide smile. you look back to steve who curses under his breath. “don’t worry,” you get out of the car now, “we’ll see each other again… maybe.”

“oh, c’mon now,” he calls out to you as you round his car, making your way back to your own home, “don’t be like that… call me!”

“so,” dustin is suddenly in his front seat, grinning from ear to ear, “are you two a perfect match, or are you two a perfect match?”

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You both are got red-handed they are holding hands how cute I love them so much 💋❤️