#oh vicky you're so fine

[khaleesiofalicante]

Daniii I seriously need a warning before you update such emotional chapters! Girl I was out with my friends when I saw it so I read a small part and it was the Prince story and I teared up🥲 And then I ruined my make up and my friends where kinda concerned because they thought something bad had happened and the "Max and David are so in love it brings me to tears" truth wouldn't have cut it so I told them I remembered something emotional😅

Okay I really want to talk about the chapter so bad but, I have to tell you, the month that I had the exams I had a lot of Mavid thoughts and I didn't have time to tell you about them so I wrote them down on my phone for when the exams would be over. So I kind of mixed them and made a Mavid list!

I remember some people in your ask box talking about the first Malec fight in TLND and it got me thinking, how would Mavid's first fight after getting back together in IALS would have gone. I mean, I try to think about the subject or the way it would go, but I'm drawing a blank., thoughts? (And prayers, I hate it when they fight)

I can just see Max posting a lot of shirtless pics in IALS, Lewis Hamilton style and David being internally stuck between telling him to stop doing that and taking screenshots of every single one of them. Oh bonus points if he did it before they got back together, I can just see David staring at them and being pissy about everyone else getting to see them and then sad because he doesn't get to see Max like that anymore. This was supposed to be funny but it turned angsty so I'll leave it here.

I keep imagining this scenario where post Africa trip, Max and David are asleep and Max wakes up and he can't go back to bed so he goes for a swim in the pool and David senses Max isn't in bed so he wakes up and at first he panicks but then he hears the water splashing and goes to the pool and he sees Max and the moonlight highlights his face and he looks so beautiful and David just stares at him and Max looks up and smiles at him softly and goes, hey Babe, and David smiles softly back and he goes up to him and Max tells him to join him so David dives in the pool and they spent hours just sitting there floating and talking just being them🥹

Back to FMF, I have noticed that David's mission in Budapest gets mentioned a lot and it may be nothing but it may be something no offense but you've given me trust issues so I ignore nothing😂

Okay I just ADORE the new casting for Lance and Arthur, but especially Arthur because of the piercings and the tattoos, I mean like father like son👀

It also occurred to me that Lance has Max's taste in music and his need to work out while Arthur has David's taste in music and hates working out just like him. They both have so much of both their parents in them and it makes me a little emotional🥺

Can I just say that although Jackson doesn't really like Max in any universe, he always knows that Max is gone for David and is absolutely obsessed with him the exact way David is about him, oh I love Jackson, he is the only bitch we respect in this house

M, THE PASSWORD TO DAVIDS PHONE IS THE LETTER M, M FOR MAX, M FOR MON ANGE CALLED IT! When I tell you I squealed when I read that part please know I mean it

I'm ready to bet real money that Max will eventually get David to both twerk and pole dance for him because he'll be all like "Well I heard it on the video and now I can't stop imagining it Babe" and David will absolutely go for it. Because "no post man's daughter could pull this off like me"

I'm still waiting for the iconic "I love you, I'm gonna kill your dad, but I love you" line that you teased us with (I have a feeling we'll see it in the next chapter)

Okay David being Arthur's dad not being a constant is making me very icky and it kinda hurts, but I'll wait for the LBAF chapter to drop to properly explore that because there are some parts I still don't get

I don't know how I feel about the David/Other Max situation, I mean thinking about it kinda bothers me, please don't be offended🥺 It's just, it kinda makes me feel like the Jaden/Max situation in IALS and that's not cool, I can't wait to see the way you explore it and the emotions you bring out of it. I have to say my reaction is very connected to Max's, I mean if Max is eventually okay with it and starts feeling differently or understands that he has no reason to antagonise this other version of himself maybe our perception of the whole thing might change. Really looking forward to that plot (although it scares me at the same time, does that make sense?)

You playing the long game and eventually killing someone you won't bring back to life scares me. Why would you do that, we love that you kill our faves and then bring them back, don't stop bringing them back😭

Okay that's it for now, I loved these chapters, you're amazing never forget!

PS: I really really love the tag, getting a personal tag on your blog makes me kinda 🥹 so thank youuu🌷🩷

A MAVID LIST? LET'S GO, BABYGIRL, LET'S GO.

I'm not sure. This feels like something I would like to think about (and maybe even write 👀) But immediate thoughts: David will start the fight and it might have something to do with Max's job. I don't see their fights emerging from little things but rather bigger fears and insecurities that they are still working on.

Allow me to counter the angst. Because while I read it, I thought of this whole scene where (post-divorce) David is like looking at Max's insta stories and Jackson is like 'it's like you want to get caught" and David is like "it's not like he is going to know" and Jackson replies with "You know people can see who viewed their insta stories right???" and David (who doesn't actually use insta and only uses it to stalk Max) just screams and throws his phone into the pool.

This is the softest. I love this. I also love how David prefers baths (bougie ass bitch) but he loves being in the pool with Max

Budapest is important. Not that important. But important. You'll see it in the next chapter.

Thank yoooou. Arthur canonically has tattoos (or runes) and piercings so yay

They really do. I can't wait to explore their family dynamic further in lbaf!

JACKSON RIGHTS (AND WRONGS) ONLY

david's lack of awareness about cyber security is a canon event

I mean...I don't see why not ;)

Close <3

I don't know what you mean by this though? David is Arthur's father in every universe. Maybe I made a typo or you misunderstood? Although his mother(ish)...you'll see in lbaf.

This situation is complicated. It's supposed to be complicated. The plot and Max's storyline won't work otherwise. We need Other Max for the plot and I don't see a universe in which David is like "oh another max? I'll just let him mind his own business" and a universe in which Max is like "my greatest enemy is me". More on this very soon ;)

No

I had a very meh day and felt kinda useless and unproductive and this list was the best part of my day so thank you for that 💙

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie and Steve were in the RV chatting while the others were in the field. Eddie, his hands over his face.

"Dude, we're going to make it out of this," Steve said slapping the table in front of Eddie.

"Yeah, the day we make it out of this is the day a jock tattoos my name on their ass," Eddie snorted, and Steve couldn't help but laugh with him.

A month later, Eddie was hiding out at Steve's again with Robin as they talked about Vickie.

"Question," Eddie said, interrupting her for a minute. "Why aren't you sitting down, big boy?"

"Yeah, I asked him that earlier," Robin said, narrowing her eyes at Steve. "But he wouldn't tell me."

"It's just a little sore, okay?" Steve blushed.

"Who the hell have you been doing anal with?" Robin asked wide eyes. "We're all out to each other, so I think you would have told me if you and - "

"Oh my god!" Steve said quickly. "No, it's not that either!"

"Oh my god!" Eddie exclaimed with wide eyes. "You didn't!"

"Well, I am a jock, and we did make it out," Steve replied.

"Let me fucking see!" Eddie exclaimed, slapping his knee.

"Robin, you might want to leave," Steve sighed.

"Fuck no! I've seen worse! What's on your ass, Steve?" Robin asked.

"Fine, Goddamnit," Steve muttered, and Eddie cackled gleefully, clapping his hands.

Steve pulled his pants down and pulled his boxers back to reveal Eddie Munson tattooed on his right butt cheek.

"Why?!" Robin asked with wide eyes.

"In the RV, Eddie said that the day we make it out of this is the day a jock tattooed his name on their butt," Steve shrugged. "We made it out."

"You know that's permanent, right?" Robin asked. "You have Eddie's name tattooed permanently on your ass?"

"I guess that means this ass belongs to me," Eddie said and yanked him backward into his lap, causing Steve to yelp.

"Eddie, I'm still healing!" Steve exclaimed as he pulled his pants up.

Eddie shifted until he was only sitting on one cheek but still in his lap.

"This is my que to leave," Robin said and then cursed as she started to leave. "Damn, I thought it would take you longer to pull your heads out of your asses!"

"Pretty sure, she just lost a bet with herself," Steve replied as he wrapped his arms around Eddie's neck.

"So," Eddie said, looking at him hopefully. "Does it mean that your ass belongs to me? I mean, not like belong as in - you know belong but you know, that you want what I want and what I want is you."

"I want you too," Steve said and kissed him.

Eddie giggled against his lips and broke the kiss to press kisses all over his face. Steve laughed. Eddie nuzzled his nose against Steve’s neck.

"You know what this means?" Eddie asked.

"What?"

"I have to get your name tattooed on my ass," Eddie grinned.

"Oh, I can't wait to see that," Steve said.

Steve leaned in and kissed him again, pressing him back against the sofa. Eddie slid his hands up Steve’s waist, one hand heading towards his chest as he kissed him eagerly. Suddenly, Steve pulled back and slapped his hand away.

"Why?"

"Going for the boob grab?" He asked and shook his head. "Naughty. You haven't even offered to buy me dinner. What kind of guy do you think I am?"

"You going to make me work for it, sweetheart?" Eddie asked.

"Hell yes," Steve scoffed. "I mean, I think that I'm definitely worth it. I did put your name on my ass so. . ."

"Fair point," he said, and then his voice softened considerably. "You are so fucking worth it. Hmm, maybe I should place my tattoo right here."

He grabbed Steve’s hand and placed it on his chest, right over his heart. Steve bit his lip, smiling bashfully. He gazed into Eddie's eyes, sighing in complete contentment. Steve let out a scoff.

"Yeah, no, and make me look like a dirty bird with my tattoo?" Steve asked. "No, you're getting it on your ass too."

"Whatever my baby wants, my baby gets," Eddie grinned.

[stevesbipanic]

@steddiemas Day 29: Holiday Parties

Steve knew how to throw a party. The ragers he threw in high school mainly to piss off his dad could attest to that fact. These days however, Steve's parties were much more lowkey, keeping to the tight knit group he'd acquired after getting his head on straight, or we'll head on bisexual he guesses.

His favourite party besides showering each of his friends in love and affection on their birthdays, was his Christmas party. This year was the first time the party wouldn't feel small, now with the addition of Vickie, Eddie and Argyle, seven people felt like a proper party and less like a movie night in sweaters.

Steve was nervous about Eddie coming, not because of giving him a present, they'd give those out at Joyce's ok Christmas day. No, Steve was nervous because Robin had convinced him they should play spin the bottle solely so she might kiss Vickie.

"You're literally dating, why do you need the game?"

Robin shrugged, "Because I never got to play it in high school and now I know a girl will kiss me."

Steve wasn't going to deny her the opportunity to play a game he knows got him plenty of action in school. He was regretting it now looking at Eddie sitting across from him, bottle pointing right at him. They'd agreed at the beginning of the game that they were all friends here and wouldn't mind no matter who it landed on. Steve had already gotten a peck from Argyle on the lips and a forehead kiss from Robin who said kissing her brother on the mouth was a crime.

"Looks like I'm your lucky partner, Stevie, don't be shy."

Steve took a deep breath and shuffled over to him, he looked even prettier up close, those big cow eyes and pink lips. He leaned forward slightly but just before they met in the middle Steve stood up abruptly, "I, I can't, not like this," he said quickly and darted out of the room and outside.

The air was crisp out in the back porch, it did little to soothe him. Eddie probably hated him now, or thought Steve was weird about gay guys or a whole number of reasons why the number one reason being the fact that Steve ran from him.

"Hey, sweetheart, are you ok?" A tentative voice said behind him. Steve turned to find a worried Eddie standing behind him.

"I'm fine, I'm sorry, I was being silly, I'm sorry."

Eddie took the last couple steps to him and put a comforting hand on his arm.

"Hey, Stevie, it's just a game I don't mind that you didn't want to kiss me."

"I did."

"Did what?"

"Want to kiss you."

Eddie's eyes widened in surprise, "You did, but why did you run then?"

Steve took a nervous breath, eyes darting away from Eddie, "Because I didn't want the first time I kiss you to be because of a game."

Eddie's face grew into a soft smile, "Oh sweetheart, all you had to do was ask."

"Really?" Steve felt his nerves from earlier melt away. "Could you kiss me now?"

Eddie held Steve's face gently, "Of course, Stevie, would be my pleasure."

The next time they played Robin had to pull the two of them apart just so they could continue the game.

Ao3

[dragonfryed]

I Eat Boys: #2

part 1

summary: Much to your dismay, you find yourself at a house party, encountering the curly haired boy from the record store...

note: thx for liking the first one, sorry it was so disorganized, this one's far better !!! reblogs r appreciated + enjoy ofc <3 !!!

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You had not thought about that curly haired boy from the record store since it happened, which was only a day ago, but you hadn't thought about it nonetheless. Except when you find yourself remembering how cool his shirt was or thinking about what his hands looked like grabbing the cassette. But you didn't think about it. Just occasionally got pissed off by the fact that he had one of those faces that would just never leave your head.

Robin Buckley and you had been attached at the hip since you met in art class last year. Robin had told you at lunch about a party she was going to, asking if you wanted to go, saying "C'mon, you never go anywhere. Let go of your societal hatred for once and let loose a little!" to which you had replied, "Really? It's just a bunch of shithead jocks drinking beer to the tune of shitty music" Robin gave you a look. One that you recognized, "...You want to go so you can talk to Vickie don't you?" She shrugged at you and once again gave you a look, "Just remember that you love me" She said, grabbing your shoulders, and then rushing to the lunch line.

While Robin was off getting her daily dose of shitty cafeteria food and chocolate milk, you were reading. And peacefully so until she returned, slamming her lunch tray down on the table unnecessarily hard. "So, will you go with me?" She said, looking at you sort of eagerly. You sigh and reply reluctantly, "Ugh, ok fine. But next time you're on your own. I refuse to be a pawn in your game, Buckley" She nods happily, taking a gulp of chocolate milk.

Soon the time had come for you to entertain robins lady crush, and you still didn't want to go. However, you figured that helping robin was more important than your distaste for socialization. Your black tube top and too baggy cargos seemed to do the job as for clothes, the metal of the dragonfly pendant you were wearing was cool against your skin as you pulled your shoes on. Soon enough, robin honked her car horn and you hopped up off the couch and walked out the door.

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As you got to the house, the shitty pop music spilled out into the streets and nearly half the school grouped inside like sardines. Robin pulled you through the crowd, and into the kitchen, where Vickie was standing and talking to some band kids. She promptly bid you adieu to go talk to Vickie, leaving you to fend for yourself. You moved to the other end of the kitchen, drinking a coke and searching around for anyone you could possibly know, trying not to breathe in the cigarette smoke. Clearly someone with status had just entered, considering the entire group at the front had parted down the middle. And, oh, there's that blonde dickhead again.

You decided you would move to the backyard so as to not get into anything, no matter how appealing making him cry sounded. But before you could make it through the hallway, one of Carvers goons cornered you into a wall. You rolled your eyes as you scowled at the basketball player. You didn't know his name, and you didn't care. You just wanted him out of your face. The stench of entitlement coming off of him like cologne.

"If it isn't the notorious man-eater. You really shouldn't be here, freak, " He said, inching towards you. "Oh, trust me. There are so many places I would rather be, " you said, patting him on the shoulder and continuing on your route. He quickly stopped you, cornering you again, his arms on either side of you. You pushed him off of you quickly, his back hitting the wall as you walked off.

You pushed your way through the tightly packed room, but not before you walked into someone. Hard. You looked up at the guy you had just hit, a scowl painting your face. Not recognizing him, you say sternly, "Look, if this is another drunk idiots attempt to have me, I would sooner kill myself than ever sleep with you" The guy looked at you for a moment, a confused expression seemed to be appearing on it. "Not very keen, are we?" he said, his hands in his pockets as he looked at you. You squeezed your temple, a headache growing from your previous collision. You felt light-headed. "Hey, are you ok?" he said, putting a hand on your arm. "Yeah-Yeah, I'm ok." You said, pulling your arm away from his. "You sure?" he said "I think you need some fresh air, you look sick or something, c'mon" He grabbed your arm again you tried to wriggle your way out of it but you were too dizzy to have any strength.

He walked you out to the front yard and up the hill to a pair of swings. "I don't need your help. I'm ok." You said, almost falling off the swing you sat on. "yeeah I- woah.." He said, catching you and sitting you back up straight. There was a beat of silence before either of you spoke.

"Why are you doing this?" You say, looking over at him, a look of annoyance on your face. "I was not about to let you fall over in a room full of assholes who don't care if you live or die. They might've stepped on you if I hadn't brought you out. " He gives you a sarcastic smile, or - at least what you thought was a sarcastic smile. All that secondhand smoke was really getting to you, you thought.

"I doubt you care if I live or die," you say, squeezing your temple from the headache again. "Sure, I do," He said, another what you think is a sarcastic smile painting his face as he holds the swing steady from behind. "I still don't want your help," you say, turning your head to look at him. He catches you from falling again before saying, "Well, you're getting it." You sigh in annoyance, looking at him again. You noticed something familiar in his face. You think for a moment. His hair. He's record store boy. "You're the guy from the record store." You say, rubbing your head thinking it may help the ache go away. "I'm still jealous of your shirt, by the way," you added, still looking at him. His eyes had kind of a sparkle to them all of a sudden, you noticed as he looked back at you. "Is that so?" he said, helping you up. You take a deep breath, silence washing over the both of you before he says, "Eddie. That-Thats my name, by the way."

You perk up a little, and give him a small smile before telling him yours. His eyes light up at hearing your name, replaying it in his head a couple of times. "I will say, i'm kind of impressed that you scared Carver away so easily," he says, holding you steady still. "Well, he's gullible. And he thinks my outright feminism means I kill people, so that helps." You reply. He laughed at your reply. Eddie looked nice, you thought. Too nice. The secondhand smoke was really getting to you, you think to yourself, again. Usually, you looked at guys like him and would rather die than kiss them. But right now, you found yourself contradicting that opinion. Your eyes flicked to his lips for a split second, and his eyes went sort of big, noticing the action.

"Hey, do you have a ride home? You should probably go get some rest, " He said, looking stressed or maybe nervous, you couldn't tell. You think for a moment, gathering your thoughts, "My friend Robin is here somewhere." You say, remembering she was here and talking Vickies ear off probably. "I can just walk home and call her later," you add, pulling yourself up, but soon the dizziness came rushing back. He looks at you, running a hand through his wild hair, and looking at you like you just said the dumbest shit ever. "What?" You say, your brows furrowing. "You are not walking home." You raise an eyebrow this time, "yes I am." The look stays on his face, "no you aren't. not at night. c'mon" he says to you, helping you up from the swing and softly taking an arm to walk you to his car, "I have free will, you know," you say as you walk with your arm in his hand, "nothings stopping me from running away right now" He raises both eyebrows, "that's true. but it doesn't really seem like you want to run, so," he says, giving you another possibly sarcastic smile. "I hate that you're right" You reply, scoffing.

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The drive was silent, with the exception of sabbath playing faintly in the background. As he was turning onto your street, you looked over at him, propping your head up with your hand, "I did not need your help, but I guess I appreciate you helping me." You say, leaning over to give him a pat on the shoulder. You go to pat his shoulder, and pause, a beat of silence washing over. Your eyes flicked back and forth from his lips, but quickly you blink and seemingly snap back into reality.

You get out of his car, and stand outside the door for a moment before leaving, "have a good night" He says, swallowing hard. You gave him an awkward smile, stupidly mad he didn't catch the hint and kiss you as you walked to your front door.

He was most definitely going to ruin your life. In a good way. You had a feeling.

[munsonsreputation]

CONGRATS ON 500 FOLLOWERS!!! I’d love to request a Taylor-inspired Steve fic for the song “Labyrinth.” I feel like it’s so Steve-post-Nancy-breakup coded it’s unreal 🧣

hi libby!!!!

i'm so sorry this request took so long, but i hope you're still able to enjoy this short little piece i wrote up!!! i personally love "labyrinth" and i think it's one of the most underrated tracks on "midnights." and you're so right! this song is totally steve coded and he would have this song on repeat while he laid on his bed and though about life!

i hope you like my spin on your request and thank you so much for your sweet comments and support 💘💘💘

Lost is how Steve Harrington felt most of the time when it came to his love life. Not that he needed a partner to feel validated or loved, but it just felt nice to have someone to be there for and to stick with him.

For a long time, he thought that person would be Nancy—and if anything it was the only person he ever thought about spending the rest of forever with, but plans seemed to change in her mind and he knew then that her heart was set on Jonathan’s but he could never be angry at her for choosing someone else.

He knew that he was lacking in a lot of areas, the ones that Nancy valued, and the ones that he himself tried to improve upon, but it was just too late. And he accepted the fact that he messed up, but it hurt like hell to see her be happy with someone who wasn’t him.

But he also knew that it only hurt that much because of how raw everything was. That with time, that hurt wouldn’t be there anymore because he would be happy that she was getting the love she deserved and he would be moved on.

Robin, being the sweet soul that she was, attempted to help him “move on” which consisted of a bunch of random double dates with Vicky’s friends whom she thought he would like and other times just random strangers she met at the mall. But despite her efforts, Steve couldn’t help but compare them to Nancy and even see her within those other girls.

Part of him despised the fact that everyone just expected him to bounce back from the breakup because he was Steve Harrington. It was never going to be easy trying to get over someone he loved, but them not loving him back.

But he was willing to try.

At this point, everything felt futile. Like he’d be spending the rest of his life trying to move on from Nancy Wheeler. So he stopped going on those stupid double dates with random girls, and instead put his time into trying to focus on himself. Picking up a new hobby to take up his time, which was reading. Visiting the local library and strolling through the endless shelves of books until he found one that interested him enough for him to check out and borrow.

“I’ve read this one before! Lots of plot twists, but you’ll love it!” You bubbled enthusiastically, scanning the book that the handsome stranger had slid towards you.

His eyes caught yours for the first time. And like a slow motion love potion, there was something igniting between the two of you and, in a snap, everything just floated away from Steve’s consciousness. For the first time in the last three months, he didn’t dare see an ounce of Nancy nor think of her when he was looking at you.

His mind echoing the thoughts, “uh oh, I’m falling in love again.”

Steve wasn’t one for believing in love at first sight, but with you something just happened. So flabbergasted, he stared at you with his mouth wide open and his eyes sparkling. It made you laugh, waving your hands in front of him to snap him out of that gaze.

The same gaze you caught him in three months later as you sat across from him in his friend’s living room playing uno.

“Harrington, snap out of it!” You scolded jokingly, snapping your fingers in front of his face where he finally closed his mouthing and blinked.

Everyone giggled, nudging each other as you stared at him amused with your brows raised.

“W-what? I’m fine…I’m good…is it my turn yet?” He stammered as you broke and joined in on the laughter, watching him awkwardly shuffled the cards in his hands to avoid the embarrassment.

The hand of cards you held in your palms flattened out against the wood grain of the coffee table as you cleared your throat and stood up. Steve eyed your stance, following you look around the room smiling at his friends that were now yours.

“No, you’re fine! It’s getting late. Do you think we should head home?”

You turned to him, asking if that was ok, solely with your eyes, and he nodded, a small smile on his face, “Steve and I are gonna head to the farmer's market in the morning so we need to rest up.”

Steve’s adorning eyes never strayed away, your body shifting around the room with comfort and ease while you embraced every single one of them with your famous warm and tight hugs. Smiles exchanged with people whom you never thought you’d gotten the opportunity to be friends with.

Such funny and amazing people.

He never thought in a million years that he’d find someone who’d get along with quite literally anyone, especially his ex-girlfriend, Nancy. If anything, you showed just as much compassion and love as you did the rest of his friends, not caring that she had history with your boyfriend. But you more so knowing and accepting that the past was past, and you weren’t going to allow yourself to become hurt over something that was over.

Instead, you enjoyed spending time with Nancy and the rest of his friends. Appreciating their company and acceptance of you now that you were in Steve’s life. A part of you constantly feeling a sense of belonging knowing that they never treated you differently and Steve could feel that.

He could feel the love, just in the way that the kids would light up when you walked into the room with an arm full of snacks for movie night, or bug him about the next time they would be able to see you.

He knew you were loved by Nancy and Robin when they would tug you up from the sofa and dance around the living room until your feet hurt and the three of you ladies ended up in a giggling mess on the carpet.

He knew you were loved by Eddie and Jonathan when they would jokingly hide your car keys so that you and Steve could stick around for a few more rounds of Uno because they loved both of your presence.

His friends loved you so much so that it terrified him because the thoughts of something bad happening between the two of you would mean that one of you would no longer be able to share these friends anymore.

Now the thoughts echoing as he knew something always was too good to be true. Like a plane dropping down just when he thought the flight was smooth, “Oh no, I’m falling in love again.”

He swallowed thickly, running his palms up and down his denim covered legs before he stood up and found his way next to you, giving a final hug to Robin as she walked you both to the front door.

She smiled at Steve, sending her own hug towards her best friend, making you smile at the scene of Steve letting out a fake exasperated sigh, like he could ever get tired of her, and eventually wrapping his arms around her back.

“You guys get home safe and let me know how the farmer’s market is. Maybe we can all go next weekend!” She bubbled happily, pulling off of Steve and turning to send you a grin.

You nodded assuringly, molding yourself to Steve’s side as he came up beside you, “I’ll call you when we get home from it and let you know then.”

“Night, guys.” Steve shouted, wrapping his other arm across your shoulders, guiding you two out door, hearing the goodbyes shouted before Robin locked up for the night.

The crickets filled the night with their chirps, a slight breeze waving across your skins as you made the short distance to his maroon car that still shone in the dark of the night, thanks to the stars and the single street light.

“Did’ya have fun tonight?” Steve asked, twisting the key into the slot of the passenger door, unlocking it for you.

You tilted your chin up at him, a doey look you gave him every single time he asked that question because the answer was always the same, “I always have fun when you and your friends are around.”

But tonight your response was different, “I had fun! Were you ok? You were staring off a lot.”

You waited for a response as you got into the car, a slight hum leaving his lips before he shut the door and jogged over to the driver’s side where he settled in.

“I just was thinking about some things.” He told you, buckling his seatbelt and starting the car.

You leaned your elbow on the center console, getting closer to him. “About what?”

“It’s nothing important.” He told you, fingertips skimming your arm as he reached for the gear stick.

But if there was one thing you learned after all this time dating Steve, it was that sometimes he liked to keep things to himself before they unfortunately boiled over. He had this way of just not wanting to say how he was feeling because he was terrified of what you would think or say, but you were doing your best to try to break down those walls because you wanted him to be as open and honest, and comfortable with you.

“Steve,” you said delicately, placing a hand on top of his to stop the action of driving off, and he looked at you with confusion on his face, as if you were just going to accept his response.

“You can tell me anything, you know…you don’t have to be scared of letting me inside your thoughts.”

He felt your thumb smoothing over his knuckles and saw the way your eyes softened just like your voice. The words slipping from you with ease because you were dead serious about wanting Steve to trust you with every ounce of his being.

It was only a second after that where you smiled, tilting your head closer to his to press your lips against his. The kind of kiss where there was no movement, just skin touching to let him know that you were right here with him. And so he couldn’t help but smile against you despite his thoughts echoing the scariest words he longed to say out loud.

But before he could even stop himself or pull away from your skin, the words came flowing out like a breeze of fresh air.

“I’m in love with you.”

His voice was soft, yet you didn’t miss the shakiness in his tone, and the way his lips seemed to quiver after he had admitted his feelings.

You were the one who pulled away first, and to Steve that almost felt like a twinge of rejection, like a plane that was free falling and he could do nothing but brace for impact.

But your smile and thumbs brushing over his cheek turned that plane right around.

“I’m in love with you, too.”

And that’s when Steve Harrington knew that he was no longer lost. That even though it took so many wrong turns to get here, he was here with you and that’s all that matter. That if there was one person who wouldn’t mind getting lost in, it would be you and your mind.

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IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STORM- S. HARRINGTON

Roommate!AU

Summary: A Storm. A Balckout. Steve Harrington - who happens to be your favorite roommate- running back home to you. It leads to something you've never expected.

Words Count: 4k

Tags: Smut, Fluff. Fiends to lovers. Oral Sex, Penetrative sex. Porn with plot

You're not afraid of the dark, you've never been...it's just that you don't like it. At all. Since Will's disappearance in the night the shadows take on strange, scary shapes and you never know if there are real monsters or if it's just your fantasy, a distant memory. The dark makes you feel uncomfortable, so when you try to turn the lights on, flipping the switch for the umpteenth without any result, you sigh heavily. "Steve?" You call, your voice shaking, walking around in the dark looking for the cabinet at the entrance where Steve holds his flashlight. You risk tripping a couple of times, but you manage to get to the drawer just to discover that the flashlight is not where it should be. A memory crosses your mind.

He lent it to Dustin. Damn Henderson.

A flash lights up the room from the large window in the living room, followed by a bang powerful enough to make you jump. You cling to the piece of furniture with strength. The worst thunderstorm Howkins has seen in recent years rough on you and the light won't come back, It's definitely a power cut. Oh that's all you need. Perfect.

You're not so good moving in the dark of your house and you are just a little scared to be fair. "Steve?" You repeat, hoping to see your roommate appear sleepy from his room, but the silence within the walls of the house is a clear answer: you are alone. Even Robin is not at home, she is at Vicky's now.

In the middle of the living room you tremble, the rain is starting to come down even faster outside, pounding against the window frame that shakes violently as the wind slamms past it and even if you won't admit it you wonder where the heck Harrington is and you can only hope he isn't out in this weather. A bolt of lightning flashes through the sky again.

"Okay. Okay. It's fine. This is totally fine." Your repeat to yourself

You go into your room and take a blanket and a sweatshirt from Steve, the warmest you've ever seen. You've been asking him to land it to you for months but he never never let you so you decide to take advantage of the situation. After all, if he's not here to keep you company, his sweatshirt is a fair compromise. You let yourself fall on the sofa and even if you hate to admit it you wait for him, just in case Steve does make it home. You tremble, because even the heaters don't work, you curl up on yourself trying to cover as much as possible and you want to sleep, you really want to, but there is something very disturbing about being stuck in this empty house, in the dark, without Steve by your side. These are the moments when you realize how much this guy has taken on a greater role in your life and in your heart, what was once a stupid bully today is your roommate, your friend, the guy who you've fallen for slowly. The person you love. Of course by fighting alongside with him you have always had this attraction and this attention to the heroic Steve, almost unconscious, ready to sacrifice but it is the little things he does every day that makes him so easy to love: his limits, his defects, his weaknesses and his kindness. It's all about the way he pours water into your glass without you asking, or looses the lids of the jars for you so you don't need him to open them and you don't have to ask for help cause he knows you hate it, the way in which his shoulders sag under the weight of his demons when he's tired but despite this he finds the strength to pick you up and take you to bed when you fall asleep on the sofa. You love the fact that he makes you and Robin choose the Friday night movies and that he puts your clothes on the radiator to keep it warm in winter.

You love that he cares so much about the others.

Your head jerks up at the sound of a key turning in the lock and you are on feet running to your room, holding your bat and then back toward the door waiting for something but then you see him. Steve Harrington sets his bag on the floor as you let the bat drop in the mean time. You wrap your arms around him, realizing now how scared you really were without him. You bury your face into the crock between his neck and shoulders. He is sopping wet.

"God Harrington you're soaking!" You pull away examining him. "Where were you?" You ask.

"With Dustin but then" He pauses looking at the bat on the floor "the storm, it got worse and I ran to you "

"There was no need" You reply in time as another rumble of thunder rolls through the sky outside, you look at the window and then Steve again. "I'm fine." You continue.

"Oh I see" He answers ironically looking at the bat.

"Please dry yourself, you're soaking the house. How did you get so wet? As if you had cycled this far" He remains silent, smiling guilty. "I don't believe it" You say.

"Broken car" He confirms "I borrowed Dustin's bike" Steve heads towards his room still smiling and laughing and you follow him, not wanting to be alone. "That's not funny! You could have been killed In this weather, that's so dangerous..." With light coming in from the street outside you can see the boy's silhouette. He shivers before peeling off his t-shirt and moving his hand to his belt and you mouth opens, something hot raises between you tights. In your stomach something that feels so good and unpleasant at the same time. You turn back giving him some privacy and yourself a break cause he is your friend, hopeless romantic Steve who is seearching for his perfect girl and has no interest in you. It's not good or respectful looking at him that way, thinking about your own hands undoing his pants, caressing what's underneath, kissing his toned chest.

Not. Good.

"I could never leave you here alone" He confesses, his voice low. "I'm afraid of you being there without protection and I know you are scared of the dark"

"I am not" You reply, turning back at him, thin voice. His jeans drop on the floor terribly slowly. "I'm... I'm not scared" You reply hitching your breath.

"Oh, yes y/n, of course" Steve, now - sadly- in a pair of pyjamas bottoms, moves past you out of his room and towards the kitchen. " The bat on the ground really proves it"

"It was just in case!" You state, crossing your arms on your chest

"You've tried to attack me with a bat y/n!"

"I thought you were a monster."

"Yes, the famous demodog who has the keys of our house, how is it possible that I've not thought about it?" Steve chuckles, shaking his head. "It's normal to be afraid after all the bad things we've seen" he explains, honestly, putting on a clean shirt and looking around for something. You jump as another crack of thunder makes the room practically shake. "But you are never afraid" you reply, hugging tighter in his sweatshirt. He still hasn't noticed you're wearing it. "I'm always afraid." Steve answers, moving closer to you. His expression blurs in the dark, you repeat to yourself that you are just imagining his gaze and you aren't sure if she could genuinely see the amusement on his face or you just know him well enough that you can actually imagine how it would be to be looked at by him in this way. As if he feels the same things as you, as if he too has thought the same wrong thoughts as you. "I came back because I was afraid of knowing you alone" He finishes. You stay silent. "You don't need to look so delighted about it." He says.

"Hey, I'm not delighted about anything." You reply, walking toward the sofa and you let yourself fall on it. Steve takes a flashlight out of his bag.

"You can keep it in your room if it helps you sleep" You shake your head

"I can't sleep with all this going on." You can go to bed, though, if you want. "

"And risking not to see your terrified eyes? Nhaa" Steve grabs the blanket from your hands, drops onto the sofa and spreads the blanket to cover both of you before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you towards him. You lay your head against his chest, listening to the beating of his heart to help you calm down. Knowing he is there just breathing, living makes everything much less difficult and scary. "Thank you Harrington"

"Anytime Y/N, but don't ever steal my sweatshirt again."

You're not sure of when you've fallen asleep but you're vaguely aware of Steve's hand on your hips that almost makes you forget the chaos outside the window, the flooded city, the never-ending rain. In the morning his arms still hold you as if you are the most precious thing on earth, your back is against his bare chest and you don't even know when or why he has taken his shirt off, his warm breath on your neck. You turn  to him, with delicacy, careful not to spoil the moment and you watch him as he dozes pleasantly, calm as you don't think you have ever seen him and as you would always like him to be. You vaguely realize that if Robin walks in now she would scream to the point that the whole town would hear her, she always pushed for you and Steve to be together after all, but the truth is that nothing ever happened between you two but a kiss, a few years ago, after somehow Steve managed to bring you back from Vecna's ​​attack, but nothing after that. And now you are great friends, roommates and you don't want to ruin this stability. Not without the absolute certainty that Steve feels something important for you, something serious. Something similar to what you feel.

And that's why Robin's words are not enough for you. "He likes you y/n, he clearly, really does". Although it may be quite certain you want facts and as much as the little attention he has makes you feel appreciated, Steve is helpful with everyone he cares about and never gave you the idea that you could be anything more. So you have dated other people and he has done it too, yet, at least for you, something has never worked properly. One of your exes one day dared to enlighten you about the reasons why.

"Why don't you wanna marry me y/n?"

"I don't know ... Maybe I'm just not ready. We are so young, we have time."

He smiled and caressed you.. "I know why and you know it too" You shook your head. "Yes you know"

"Steve" You whispered.

You reach out to Steve's face and caress him gently, placing your fingertips on the warm skin of his full cheeks just as he begins to stretch and slowly wake up, you move your hand away quickly. Steve would come home in the flood for Robin too and he would sleep hugged with her too, or with Dustin or anyone else. He likes it . It doesn't mean anything. Despite trying move away, you are so close that you can count the small and barely visible freckles on his cheeks and the bump of his nose. He blinks a couple of times and then, as soon as he realizes where he is and with whom, he smiles  holding you closer.

"Morning," he murmures.

"Hey," you say shyly returning his smile

"Mm" Still sleepy he pulls you towards him and nuzzles his nose in your hair, breathing you, kissing your head like your life depends on it. You stiff, and before you can properly respond he moves away as he suddenly realizes what he is doing, looking at you with a terrified expression. "Sorry. Sorry. I don't know what I was-"

"Steve... It's okay, really" You state, you quickly sit up before things get any more awkward and before your heart explodes. You feel it beating furiously in your chest at a frightening rhythm. Is it possibile to die like this?

"Look, it's still raining. It's terrible" You get up, scratching your neck agitated and you go to the kitchen to get a drink. "Do you want a glass of water?"You  ask. He follows you nodding sleepily, his eyes still swollen, his lips red, his beloved hair sticking up at odd angles and you feel an incredible rush of affection for him. The fact that you smell him on you doesn't help. You smell like him and you love to do it. And out of control you just watch him and you can't stop. His biceps are more toned than usual, his chest is wide, the skin is perfect and smooth and soft and you can follow the path formed by his veins and you feel that so many years of resisting, finding a way to be immune to Steve Harrington, could be useless by this time. You want him so bad, you can feel desire growing in your stomach, something violent, rought and you feel like you're going to explode. Having spent the night lying next to him makes things suddenly seem different and so much harder to ignore.

"Y/n mhh, about before ..." He begins

"It was nothing." You reply, focusing very hard on the bottle of water you are holding.

"Was it?"

You turn around again and he is observing you, carefully, and has a look in his eyes that you haven't seen before, dedicated, full of emotion. You don't answer him and you have never been more afraid than this.

"Y/ n?"

Your gaze flickers from his eyes to his lips.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You voice is shaking. Oh God why is your voice shaking like a stupid teenager?

"I'm talking about ..." walks the meters that separate you quickly and then delicately grabs your face in his big and calloused hands - the hands of someone who had to learn to work, conquer  things of life - then slowly let a hand slip over your shirt and squeeze it in a way that shakes you inside. And he smells of passion without violence, of desire and of fleshliness. Imperceptibly you move towards him, his grip tightens. "I'm talking about how ... I've wanted to do .. . How.."

"How what, Steve?" You don't even realize the tone your voice has taken, graver and hoarse and full of desire. A shiver shakes Steve's body.

"Like it's okay that I'm touching you." He whisperes.

"As if I want you too?" You ask, bringing your mouth close to his without touching it, just letting your breaths mix as the adrenaline of anticipation builds up in your chest and makes you feel a strange desire between your legs, the need for his warm hands on your body, in the most intimate parts.

"As if you haven't wanted anything else for a lifetime," he murmurs, looking you in the eye.

"It's kinda true. I've wanted it my all life" You confirm a moment before he just pulls you into one of the most intense kisses you've ever had. It's like he's pulling all the air from your lungs, as you wrap your hands in his soft hair and his hand holds your waist. It's a frantic kiss, filled with need and wait, pain and love. He looks at you. grinning before littering your neck with kisses, occasionally nipping and sucking in the sweet spot just behind your ear. You moan while you realize that he has lifted you on the kitchen counter and you cannot help but let go, arms around his neck as he tries to take his time with you He starts again gently kissing up your shoulder to the curve of your neck. He leaves soft little pecks behind your ear, an action that has you smiling in delight as his hands move slowly to your chest, under your shirt. "Take it off"  Steve whispers, almost like an order. You nod and quickly take off your shirt as he fiddles with the bra with confidence and skill. As soon as he takes it off, his hands are immediately on your breasts, caressing your nipples with his thumbs while he lets his lips slide over your chest, up to your breasts and leaving wet kisses. His name escapes your lips like a prayer. "Steve" You reach out to him, between his thighs where his erect penis presses against his now too tight pants. He smiles and walks away slightly. "Slowly, softly" he says, locking your wrists and kissing you again. "Let me do it" When he puts his hand on your breast again and flicks the nipple slightly until your gasping and  he's chuckling sweetly, It's like liquid fire runs through your veins. He knows exactly what to do to make you turn into a crumbling mess like he was born to pleasure you. His hands are all over you, pinching and massaging and fingertips gliding over sweet skin.

"Steve, baby, please..." You don't even know what you want from him. Hell, you can barely concentrate on anything but the long fingers that starts to wander down your stomach, walking their way on your skin, towards that sweet spot between your legs. He hushes you when his fingers toy with the elastic of your pants, and he presses a kiss to your neck, a hand running through your hair for a moment to settle you. "Shh don't worry." He waits for a minute for your breathing to calm down and your racing heartbeat to settle. You look up at him, brown eyes melting with love and pleasure and lust and he kisses you slowly, making it last while he lets your pants down and pulls your underwear aside.

"I...I want to touch...oh oh." You're cut off by your own moans, Steve fingers finding your folds amongst the wetness, dipping them slowly in and out of your pussy to see how far he can take you. In and out curving his fingers to touch your walls, spreading out as much as possible, to an extreme pleasure. "Oh please, y/n let me make you feel good" You're nodding as he speaks, and you open your legs wider so he can cup your pussy with his massive hand, making your body arch up into his. You can feel how hard he is in his briefs but he is so focused on your pleasure, his eyebrows furrowed and hair all over his forehead. You're so wet and the sounds that his fingers are making from between your legs are so sinful that you can't help but moan more. "Steve, oh, fuck, Steve!" He doesn't shuts you up, he gets harder and harder hearing you shout his name like it's the only religion you know.  He feels your body shudder and you grow closer to the edge. He touches to your most sensitive spots and once again you're lurching up against him and gasping out loudly. He moves his body so that he can wrap his lips around one of your nipples, and then it's like you're racing towards the edge and he's not going to catch you this time. He's ripping your underwear off then, letting your legs move freely, and then he's not being gentle. He's done with taking things slow and suddenly Steve is touching you everywhere, and nowhere at the same time, hands moving so fast inside and on the outside that you can't keep track until you're shouting  and he grabs you tight, sinking his middle and pointer finger back into you to bring you to the brink. You nearly faint once your orgasm hits, eyes rolling up and body going limp as the pleasure overwhelms you. You slump back against him and he just keeps kissing your skin, your neck, face, ears, collarbones. You're a hot and sweaty mess when you come back to the world fully and Steve chest is heaving against yours as he smiles down at you.

"Steve... I don't...it was." Steve laughs at that and holds you tight. "Good, I'm hoping?" You hold is hands and guide him to your room. "No over yet" You reply, coverong his face in kisses while push him on your bed

"y/n." You shush him, kissing him quickly and moving so that his arms are around your waist, nearly clinging to you when you start to press your hand firmer to his cock trapped in his briefs. "Fuck oh y/n." He moans, half laughing then he rolls you over, trapping you back into his grasp. "I want to taste you" You feel hotness pool in your stomach from only his words. "Do you want me to?" he asks.

"Please, Steve.. I want to touch you" you pant, clenching your hands into fists. He places a kiss on your inner thigh, so close to your core just to torture you, you are sure. "You will" You threw your head back in frustration, your fingers immediately sinking into his hair and gripping it roughly making him gasp, when he finally let go of your wrists in order to you push your thighs farther apart. He trails another line of kisses along your inner thigh meeting your gaze for a moment and you groan again in frustration. The sight of him- handsome, impossible Steve Harrington - between your thighs its a sinful heaven and not even in your imagination it was so perfect like its now. "please," you gasp, another kiss placed on the sensitive skin next to your core and then he presses a kiss against your clit. You gasp in pleasure as he openes his mouth to let his tongue explore your folds and lap up your juices.

  Steve' s hands pushes your thighs even father apart when you absentmindedly tried to clench them together, arching your back at the feeling of having him suck harshly on your clit. Cries fall freely from your lips. You feel the need to touch him, you wanna touch him so bad as he devours you like a starved man. You don't wanna cum again, not like that so with and With an immense effort you walk away from him, who looks at you confused. "Not yet" You explain breathlessly. "Not yet " You repeat approaching him and undressing him in one fell swoop of his pants and boxers. He lets you do it, smiling sweetly, and you find yourself for the first time in front of his erect, big, rosy chock. So big that for a moment you fear you won't be able to hold up, not be enough for him. You make him lie down on the mattress slowly, placing your hands on his chest, pushing him so that he is caged between your legs. With one hand you go down towards his penis, pumping it slowly from the base, stroking the head with your thumb giving Steve a hoarse sound so erotic that for a moment you think you can come just listening to him. "Oh god you are so beautiful" He says. "You are" you reply, kissing her chest, her toned belly and then sinking her face into her crotch. Whatever a dream is made of, Steve Harrington is made of the same substance.

"Ride me y/n" He begs. "I want you to ride me" So you sink down on him, letting him fill you completely, groaning at the stretching you have to allow yourself a moment to adjust. Steve watches you as you move up and down, riding him as you push yourself to your second orgasm. He encourage you to keep moving, his eyes falling to the place where both of you connect in a perfect union, he can see your juices coating him and it is almost as erotic as to feel you all around him. He tries so control his instinct to fuck up into you, ha wants you to be in control for this, to be the one taking charge and so he bites his lip and tries to keep himself from changing the tables focusing on just you and on your perfect movements and it's long before Steve feels his own release fast approaching. As you move yourself up and down on him, fast then slow the fast again you feel the coil in your belly tightening and his own cock twitching against your walls and you slow down to try and stave off the orgasm just a bit longer however when you do, Steve twitches against your g-spot snapping the coil in half and you come with him, screaming his name. Placing your hands on his chest to support yourself, you feel yourself pulsing around him, trying to prevent the orgasm to wash over you slightly. You let yourself collapse next to him, without strength, and you pinch yourself on the arm. "What are you doing?" Steve asks breathlessly.

"I check that it's not a dream" He holds you close. "Do it to me too, you know, you're in my dreams all too often"

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Bateman Begins Part 40

Previous Part | Masterlist | Next Part Notes: Slightly shorter chapter this time around, soz 🦇🖤 Pairing: Nathan Bateman x Reader Rating: M Warnings: None, tbh

"Do you miss him?"

It's a loaded question, and asked without any teasing.

You avoid Barry's eyes, reaching out and nabbing a few fries from his plate. You practically stuff them into your mouth to keep from answering.

He tips his head to the side, giving you a knowing look. You take your drink up next, taking a deep sip and swallowing thickly before offering, "Did I mention it's nice to see you?"

Barry scoffs a laugh, brows raising as he breathes, "Wow!"

"Shut up," You mutter, sliding down in your seat.

The diner is busier than you've seen it, and busier than you expected it to be. Then again, with Christmas closing in in Metropolis, maybe people have come to visit family, or are there to spend their vacation.

The diner is one of your absolute favorite places that you've frequented in the year and a half that you've lived in Metropolis.

The booths are comfy, they don't make farting noises when you shuffle in and out of them, the food is fricking delicious, and not pricey.

But, in the time that you've been in Metropolis, you haven't been able to banish Nathan from your mind.

Oh, you've tried.

You have spent nights wide awake, trying to forget the way Nathan teased you.

The way he held you, and kissed you.

On the worst nights, you're jolted awake by the dizzying nightmares of that night in the Narrows, what you'd been certain were Nathan's cries for help before you'd been attacked on the roof.

But you've adjusted to being in Metropolis, and being alone.

"...How is he?" You ask lightly.

"Depends on who you ask," Barry shrugs. "Giselle's invited me to a couple of events, we've kinda made eye contact, but we haven't talked. Giselle said he's been doing a lot of press....And it seems to be taking it out of him."

Good.

It bubbles up in behind your lips, and you force it down with another sip of your drink.

"What even happened between you two?" Barry asks, folding his arms on the table.

You sigh softly, shaking your head a little.

"We just...We hit some roadblocks. There was some stuff we couldn't get past."

"Stuff like Vicki Vale?"

"No, not that—I mean yeah, that, but not just that. I think her being around made me realize that he and I just had a lot of differences, things that we just couldn't...Fix."

"You tell Nathan that?"

"...Not in so many words." You clear your throat, waving Barry off. "Anyway. That's passed, it's over, it's...Let's talk about something else! Is there anything that you wanna do over the next few days?"

"Hey, you're the transplant, you tell me."

You mimic him, abruptly stopping as the waitress comes by with the check. You reach for it, but Barry waves you off, warning, "Ah ah. Lemme get dinner since you're letting me crash at yours."

"And because it's dead-cheap?"

"And because it's dead-cheap," Barry grins, reaching for his wallet.

--

"So, apart from work, which you spend way too much time at, by the way," Barry adds, hip-checking you as you walk down the block toward your apartment, "How are you finding Metropolis?"

"Uh...Fine," You shrug. "It's like any other city, I guess, you know. Busy streets, tons of traffic, overpriced coffee. Nothing I can't handle."

"And, uh...The crime?"

"It could be worse. Trust me—I know worse." You're quiet for a moment, eyeing the pavement. "I've had a couple of visits."

"From Nathan?"

"Lex Luthor."

You glance toward Barry, then look away again quickly when you see his stunned expression.

"What did Lex Luthor want with you?"

"He was just being a dick, you know. Asking why I didn't come to work for him when I moved."

"Why didn't you?"

Because Nathan would've hated it.

"Because I would've hated it."

Barry leans against the door frame, watching as you fish into your pocket for your front door key.

"You been seeing anyone?" He prods. You frown, glancing toward him.

"What's that got to do with Lex Luthor?"

"Nothing. I'm just curious."

"...No," You shrug. "I've been busy."

Glancing up at Barry again, you find him with his brows raised, head tipped forward in disbelief.

"What?" You laugh.

"Nothing," He reaches out, turning the knob of the unlocked door. "Just trying to figure out why you're still loyal to the man that you left."

He leaves you on your doorstep, gob-smacked and shivering.

--

It stops you dead in your tracks on the way to work. You take a few steps back, squinting at the newspaper in the stand.

Maybe it seems scandalous to the average reader, but you know better, and it has to be a mistake.

Batman takes Prince of Gotham Hostage

How the hell could Nathan take himself hostage?

It's got to be a rumor, or a misprint, or—

Or something?

You pick the paper up, fishing into your pocket for cash and passing it over. You can't take your eyes off of the newspaper as you walk, nearly wandering into traffic a time or two, walking into no less than three streetlights.

You don't have the chance to really dig into it until you reach your office. You shrug your jacket and bag off before you plop into your office chair and finally flip to page two.

According to eyewitness reports, Bateman was last seen at a lavish party. He disappeared around 8:15 on Monday evening, claiming that he needed to speak with the party's coordinator. After nearly an hour without the host, and unable to find him in his cavernous mansion, attendants called 911. Police said that their investigation into the matter took a shocking turn when they caught sight of the vigilante known as Batman escaping through a side window. There have been no further signs of Bateman, and while the investigation is ongoing, police suspect the worst.

You lean back in your seat, lowering the paper as the wheels spin in your head.

Monday. Monday was nearly six days ago. How were you only just hearing about it?

You reach into your pocket, fumbling with your phone and drawing it out with shaking hands.

It has to be a stunt, right? Some kind of ruse?

Something must have gone wrong, or sideways.

Maybe Nathan had gotten a tip about some crime, and had thought he could just leave the party for a little while. Maybe he was caught coming back in the suit and had to hide.

Maybe he's just laying low.

He'll come back with some wild, funny story, something to shut the press up.

You open your contacts, scrolling through to Nathan's. You tap on it without hesitation, raising the phone to your ear.

His voice, you just need to hear his voice and you'll know that everything is okay—

"I'm sorry; the number you have reached is not in service, or temporarily disconnected."

You lower the phone, your heart pounding in your chest.

No. No, this can't be happening, this can't be right.

Something is very, very wrong.

--

"I just think this is a little rash," Barry warns, but he makes no move to stop you as you dart back and forth from your dresser to where your suitcase is open on your bed.

"I know what I'm doing, Barry."

"Do you? Quitting your job to go back to Gotham because Batman kidnapped Nathan?"

"It isn't—" You go quiet, pressing your lips into a thin, tight line and drawing a deep breath in through your nose. You trust Barry, but you can't tell him the truth, not like this. "I know this seems insane, but this just doesn't feel right."

"What do you think you're going to get by going back?" Barry asks. "You've got nowhere to stay, no job, no plan."

"I have a plan," You swear, "And that plan is to find Nathan."

"The cops can't even find Nathan."

"They don't know him like I do."

You kneel up on your bed, cramming your clothing into the suitcase as hard as you can. There's no way you're going to get it to shut—

You go still as Barry reaches out, taking up a bulky sweater and folding it properly before he reaches for the next item of clothing.

"Let me do this," He sighs resignedly, "Go check to see if your flight has anymore seats. I'm coming back with you."

Your heart soars, and you grin, rounding the bed and throwing your arms around Barry, pecking his cheek between your mutters of, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Alright, alright," He chuckles, waving you off, "Go."

You hurry into the living room, opening your laptop.

You frown as you hear what sounds like a rustling of wind, and glance toward your room.

"Barry? Did you open the window?"

"...A little!"

"Why?"

"Fresh air helps me pack!"

You shake your head, muttering, "Little weirdo," Before you take your laptop off of the counter, walking back toward your bedroom. "So there are a couple of seats available, but they're not to—..." You slow, brow furrowing as you spot your now neatly-packed suitcase. "—Gether...Uh. How the fuck did you do that?"

"I was in, uh...Speed-packing competitions when I was a kid?"

"Is that a thing?"

"...In Central City, yeah."

You eye him for a moment, his bright, smiling face and raised brows.

...Something doesn't feel right about that, either, but one thing at a time.

"O...Kay. Anyway, as I was saying, there are a few seats available but none together."

"That's fine, book 'em," Barry shrugs. "Whatever gets us back fastest."

"Done and done."

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[captainlunaxmen]

The Lady and the Lord

Chapter 1

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

This is a repost since the old blog doesn't work anymore. 🥰

Chapter summary: pretty much the firstt episode from the reader perspective, also the first interaction with Eddie.

Chapter warnings: harassment, jocks.

Here I am, looking at my reflection in the mirror: last day before spring break begins. Thank goodness some peace at last.

I check one last time my appearance before hearing Steve honking right outside so I grab my bag and head out.

"Hey" I greet both him and Robin on the passenger sit.

"Hey Y/n"

"Hi" Robin sends me a big smile as I get in the car with them.

As always Steve is driving us to school.

"How's it going?" Steve asks immediately.

"Oh since today is last day, all fucking good" I say.

"I know right!" Robin "Hey, quick question and please be honest" she turn to look at me from her seat.

"Yeah?"

"Do I look like a corpse?" She asks.

Her question catching me completely off guard.

"What? No, why do you ask? Or, most importantly... since when do you even care?" I answer.

"Exactly" Steve agrees "thank you, honey"

"Stop calling her that. She's not your girlfriend" Robin scolds him.

"It's fine, I'm used to it" I laugh.

Steve's been my closest friend since... ever, basically. He always called me 'honey' as the most playful thing ever.

We grew apart after he started hanging out with Tommy and the rest of those 'lovely' people... anyway after the events involving the Upside Down we found each other again.

"See? She gets me." Steve says as a matter of fact.

"Whatever" Robin says as she starts to fix her look in the small mirror.

"How was your date with... uhm... Brenda..?" I hesitate a bit, I can't remember the name of each girl he goes out with.

"Stella" he corrects "Yeah.. Good, but not my type."

"Right.." I nod. "So who's Brenda?"

"Brenda is Tonight. Then there's Heidi tomorrow night, but the problem with Heidi is that she's going out of state for collage. Do I wanna start another relationship that has no point other than sex? I mean, I don't know. Does that make sense to you?" He then asks us, but Robin is definitely not paying attention and I lost track of the names long time ago.

"Are you two listening?" He asks.

"Yes"

"Yeah"

We both say quickly.

"What did I just say?" He tests us.

"Something about sex with... uhm" Robin starts turning to seek help.

"With Linda..?" I try.

"No, I'm talking about Heidi." He exclaims with an exasperated laugh.

"Cut me some slack, please. Your love life is one of labyrinthine complexity. It is 7 in the morning, we have the stupid pep rally, and I woke up looking like a total corpse!" Robin snaps.

"You don't look like a corpse, Robin, stop" I assure her again.

"You're worried about a pep rally? Expect us to believe that?" Steve says.

"Yeah? So?"

"So, we all know what this is about. I'm not buying that, Y/n is not buying that. This is about Vickie." He states.

"Absolutely not" Robin tries to defend herself.

"Yes it is, Robin, c'mon" I tell her.

"Oh so you're on his side now?" Robins accuses me.

"And you know what else I think?"

"I don't care-"

"You gotta stop pretending to be someone else when you're around her." Steve's using his motherly tone.

"You're literally quoting me to me. You do realise that." She replies.

"Well, then try to listen to yourself. How about that?" I tell her.

"Yeah, exactly. I listened. Look at me. Boom. Back on business." Steve says proudly.

"A little too much, but whatever works with you Stevie" I tease him.

"Yeah, but it's not the same thing. Okay? You ask a girl out and she says no. Big deal. Nothing happens. Maybe your ego is a little bruised. I ask out the wrong girl and bam, I'm a town pariah" she explains.

"I'd buy that, except Vicki's is definitely not the wrong girl." Steve tries to reassure her.

"We just don't know that, do we?" She says back.

"She returned 'fast times' paused at 53 minutes, 5 seconds. Do you know who pauses 'fast times' at 53 minutes, 5 seconds?" He asks looking at us "people who like boobies, Robin."

Oh god.

"Ew, gross don't say boobies" Robin replies not so sligly disgusted.

"Yeah, please Harrington" I say.

"Boobies! It's not a big deal, okay? I like boobies. You like boobies. Vickie likes boobies. Definitely... it's boobies."

His supporting ways are... peculiar, to say the least.

"Can we talk about something else? Thank you" she basically order us.

"Fine fine! So I got a date, Robin got her band thing, what about our lovely Y/n?" Steve asks.

"I gotta help Nancy at the game. I'll be taking pictures" I answer him simply.

"You know.. we gotta find someone for you." Steve simply says, like it was the most amazing idea ever.

"What do you mean?" I ask confused.

"Well.. Robin and I can't be the only two with love problems" he answers. "Some solidarity, honey"

"I'm fine, thank you very much" I say laughing.

"Oh please! Nancy and Robin are the only ones you talk to at school, beside some 14 years old-" he starts.

"And I'm okay with it, Steve. Plus the perspective of having to talk to someone I don't know... scares me. So.. appreciate the thought, but no" I smile at him.

"Well you talked to me" Robin intervenes.

"That was different, our lives were at risk, russians, mind flayer, possessed people everywhere... that was deadly necessary" I chuckle, even if the events of last summer, and everything before that, don't have anything to chuckle about.

"Yeah well... think about it as deadly necessary too" Robin suggests.

"I don't have that imagination" I laugh.

"We'll find a way" Steve says to Robin quietly, to not make me hear, but I do.

"Don't you dare" I warn.

"Okay okay"

"Yeah sorry"

They say at the same time.

I don't want a relationship now, too much trouble. I need to focus on finishing this damn school, then I will have time to experiment and all that.

The day goes on pretty well, nothing major happening. A pretty normal day.

As I'm going to throw away the leftover of my lunch, in the cafeteria, I spot Mike and Dustin, nervously looking at their table.

I stop with them.

"You guys good?" I ask with a small chuckle "you look like you're about to get shot"

"That would be more gentle I'm sure" Dustin is the one to answer.

"What's wrong?"

"Well... Lucas decided to betray us and won't be present at tonight's campaign" Mike finally speaks.

"And... is that a tragedy because...?"

"It's the end of Eddie's campaign." Dustin answers.

"Can't you.. postpone?" I ask.

"That's our plan.. the problem is.. telling him" Dustin replies, swallowing hard.

"Oh c'mon. He's not that scary." I tell them.

"You say that only because you find him cute" Mike says.

"What?" I ask, feeling my face heat up at that.

"Anyway, why don't you sit with us and... protect us" Dustin asks.

"Oh no no no. No can do, little genius. Not a chance" I say.

"You'll have our lives on your conscience" He replies, raking a deep breath.

"After all those times I saved you asses from demo-things, I think I can leave you to him for this once" I answer walking away.

After I threw away the food I take out my notes, to see what I need before going to Nancy.

I'm a bit lost in my thoughts as I walk near the wall when my attention is caught my Eddie Munson himself standing on the table, making faces at Jason and then turning around.

"It's forced conforming" I hear him say as he walks back on the table.

"That's what's killing the kids!" He says the last part shouting and jumping of the table, scaring a few people that walk by, not me though. I just chuckle as I keep walking.

He sees me and simply takes a theatrical step back to let me pass.

"After you, m'lady" he says as I walk past him sending him a small smile.

"C'mon, man, stop staring" one of his friends says, making me turn around to make eye contact with Eddie who was already looking at me.

He just winks at me with a smile, my face got warmer than before so I quickly turn my head around and just keep walking.

Did he actually just winked at me?

Nah... yeah?

Nah.

"Fucking hell.." I mutter as I walk to the gym.

Nancy needs more pictures of the basketball team for the school paper. So here I fucking am, on my way to the gym full of dickheads.

I enter and tell the coach I had to take pictures as the boys practice for the game.

As soon as he gives me permission I move around a bit to take as many pictures as possible so Nancy won't send me here again... hopefully.

As I stop near the benches to prepare the camera for another set of shots, one of the players come sit close to where I was standing, I feel him staring at me, but I pay him no mind though, focusing all my attention to the camera. Maybe if he sees that I'm busy he won't start a conversation.

"Hey there"

Boy, I was wrong...

I don't answer, pretending to not hear him might help.

"Hey, baby"

Nope. No help. At. All.

I just turn my head to face him and mutter a small "hi" before getting back to the camera.

"How are the pictures going?"

I can tell he's not really interested.

"Good" I simply say.

"Not so many words, uh? It's cool, actually better, you know" he comments.

I roll my eyes and keep fixing the object in my hand.

All of a sudden I feel him standing up.

Oh great he's finally going away...

"You look like you know what you're doing"

No...He stands right next to me, watching closely what I'm doing, making me go completely rigid.

"Yeah" I say quietly.

"Good with you hands too" he comments again, now he's basically attached to me.

"I guess" I say, moving away in a poor attempt to put some distance, but he's quick to follow.

"You're the quiet one, aren't you?" I can hear the teasing, mocking tone very clearly.

I obviously don't say anything, I just look around hoping someone catches on what's going on, but no one seems to notice.

"But I bet I can make you scream" he whispers directly in my ear, making me jump, but he quickly put his hands on my hips, preventing me to move too far. "I want to make you scream so loud everyone will know what a little whore you actually are"

"Get off" I tell him.

"Aah! She speaks" he fakes surprise. "You won't say those words tonight, trust me, you'll be all mine." He jokingly say, even if the 'joke' seems more like a threat.

Thankfully the bell rings and he just walks to the showers with the other, not before yelling "hope to see you tonight!" And laughs.

I quickly gather my things as soon as he disappeared into the showers, when Lucas' figure catches my eyes.

"Hey.." he timidly say.

"Hey" I say, trying to act like nothing happened.

"I... I'm sorry a-about Andy" he tries.

"Nothing happened" I say, still getting my things to avoid any eye contact with the boy.

"Y/n, I saw" he calmly says.

I take a deep breath and look at him.

"It's okay.. I mean, could you have stopped him? Not with the whole team here at least. Don't worry, kiddo" I say giving him a quick hug before stepping back. "Please... go shower, you smell" I playfully shove him towards the bathroom and then I walk out of the gym as quickly as possible.

I walk quickly while I put my things in the bag paying no attention to whatever's around me, in fact I run into someone, dropping some paper.

"I'm so sorry" I say kneeling down to grab the fallen paper.

"No worries, m'lady"

Eddie?

I look up and as I lock eyes with the metalhead, I look back down just as quickly.

"Here" he says kneeling down with me to help me gather my paperwork.

"Thanks" I say quietly standing back up, Eddie does too.

"No problem... hey, you okay? You look a bit.. shaken. Do those pricks give you trouble too?" he asks, concern hidden by a nervous chuckle.

"No, uhm.. he was just-" I cut myself off, seeing how he frowns, visibly concerned, trying to understand what happened, I shake my head "I'm fine. Don't worry" I finally say standing up, putting the paper back in my bag.

"Are you sure?" He asks again, eyeing the gym doors suspiciously.

"Yeah yeah. Thanks. I.. I gotta go" I say, but I stay put staring into his eyes.

When he nods with a small smile, I shake my head again and I quickly walk away.

"I got the pictures" I say walking back into the room to Nancy.

"Oh great, if they win tonight we need more pictures from them 'practicing the victory', thanks" she says handing the camera to another girl to have the movie developed.

"You okay?" She asks looking at me.

"Yeah, why?" I say, as calmly as possible.

"You look.. tense"

"Nah, I'm okay, just can't wait for this day to be over" I lie.

"Mh" she looks at me sceptically, but leave it alone. "You remember, I need you tonight at the championship game, for the picture of the game"

Fuck. I forgot about that...

"Yeah, yeah, no I... remember" I reply with a nervous chuckle.

Everyone is so excited about this game, everyone is cheering and clapping for the team to finally win.

The band is playing as always, I see Robin next to Vickie, hoping she's not feeling that nervous now.

The team enters the gym and the cheerleading squad, obviously, cheers louder and I take pictures next to Nancy and Fred who's ready to take notes.

I see Steve entering the gym too, with... oh shit.. Stacy.. no.. Carol... no, Brenda! Yes.

"Does it bother you that, like, we might win a championship right after you graduated?" I hear her asking Steve.

"Yeah, that's an interesting point. Thank you so much for bringing that up, Brenda" he answers looking around, to not show how her words slightly affected him. He locks eyes with me and I sarcastically pull my thumbs up for him, he just rolls his eyes and follow the blond girl to their seat.

"Everyone now please rise for our national anthem" Everybody stands up "singing for us tonight, we have a very special guest. All the way from Nashville, our very own Tammy Thomson!" He announces and leave the court.

Holy shit.

I hold back a laugh.

I'm gonna tease the hell put of Robin later, since Steve is already doing that now apparently. I see him mouthing something on the line of "muppet" at her after Tammy started to 'sing'.

Then the game begins and I just focus on taking pictures.

And they actually won... unbelievable.

Lucas finally got to show he can really play. I'm so proud of him.

I'm gonna congratulate him tomorrow, now he's enjoying his well-deserved glory, so I just walk out after saying goodbye to Nancy.

I hear someone yelling something, but I keep walking out of the school.

"Hey baby"

I still keep walking, when a sweaty, breathless Andy runs in front of me blocking my way.

"Hi baby" he repeats.

"Hi" I say and try to walk past him, but he moves to prevent me from going any further.

"Trying to run away from me?" He playfully asks.

"I just want to go home" I honestly say.

"Oh c'mon, come celebrate the win" he tries to convince me.

" I..." I start.

"I'll make it worth your while" he smirks.

He then moves closer, holding out a hand to try to touch my cheek but I instantly step back avoiding his hand.

"I'm tired... thanks, but I do have-"

"I told you you'll be mine tonight" he says, trying to sound seductive, but he just makes my blood run cold.

"I'm not interested" I say quietly.

"What was that?" He mockingly asks getting closer.

"She said she's not interested, man." Steve's voice catches both attention.

Thank goodness.

"We're having a moment here, Harrington" Andy says, annoyed.

"I think you're having a moment, she isn't. So be a gentleman and back the fuck off, man." Steve tells him. "Or I could just tell everyone you can't get a girl"

"Whatever man." Andy then turns to me "I'll see you around, baby"

When Andy walks away, Steve shouts "no you won't"

"You okay?" He turns to me.

"Yeah.. thank you Steve" I tell him.

"Don't mention it. Let's get your ass home" he says wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"And your date?" I ask with a small chuckle.

"Oh... not my type. Again. Just my luck" he says defeated.

"Oh don't worry, you'll find your true love" I assure him patting his back.

"If you liked me enough I wouldn't have this problem" he jokes.

"As well as Robin" I joke back.

"Yeah.. surrounded by amazing girls... who just don't like me" he dramatically says.

"We do like you, just not in the way you want" I tell him with a smile.

"Yeah yeah, don't rub it in, uh" He says.

"Righ. Better get your bruised ego home" I joke.

"Are you gonna be okay there all alone?" Steve asks after I climbed out of his car.

"Yeah, as always" I answer.

"Mh... call if you need anything." He tells me. "Or I could stay"

"Yes, Steve, stop worrying. I'll just make some beads rings to calm down and not think about that dick, I'm gonna be sooooo fine" I reassure him.

"Fine fine" he chuckles, "you coming tomorrow right?"

"As always" I say. "Night Steve"

"Night honey" he says starting his car.

I walk to my house and get in.

Then I walk to my room, take out some beads and start to make a flower ring.

I love living on my own, I really do. Sometimes I just think it would be nice to enter and shout "mom I'm home!" And hearing her asking about the evening and the game, talk about everything.

Unfortunately my parents died long time ago, I lived with my grandmother, who left me the house when she died about.. 5 years ago.

I shouldn't have lived alone, but I was so scared to leave Hawkins and this place that Hopper pulled some strings and let me stay here on my own since that young age.

Hopper... why do my thoughts lead me to him now... he was like the father I literally never head. We bickered all the time, but I cared about him and he cared about me.

My mind runs to that day at Starcourt.

We were catching our breath after the fight with a possessed Billy, we planned how to end that. Joyce, Murray and Hopper were supposed to get into the Russian base and close the gate to the Upside Down.

Hopper was giving El a motivational speech, I just stood there watching them, feeling a bit envious, I have to admit. They definitely looked like father and daughter. They both tried to let me in, asking me to join them on their Miami Vice nights, but I never accepted... to scared to know what if feels to have a real family, I think.

I remember calling for him before he and the rest went to the base.

"Hop!" I called him.

"Yeah? What is it?" He asks.

"I... I'm sorry.." I stuttered out shaking my head.

"About what?" He replied with a small chuckle.

"I just... do you think... uhm.. I mean.. you and El have any plans for.. for.. Friday night? I heard there's this show, that seems kinda cool... I'd like to check it out.." I timidly said, my eyes focusing on playing with my rings instead of him.

I kept my eyes down, getting more nervous as the seconds went on without an answer from him, so I worked up the courage to look up at him and to find him smiling. A warm, proud smile.

"Only if you buy the snacks" he said before hugging me.

I hugged him back tightly.

That was the last time I saw him...

I shake my head, trying to get rid of those thoughts.

I put away the beads and head to bed.

I definitely need to sleep all these thoughts away.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Hellooo! I just got back from a trip with my friends, we went to Barcelona and let me tell you, trips are therapeutic I had no idea but now I feel better and ready to face the work I left behind (not really, I want to run back to Spain). How are you?? Congratulations for tackling down most of your work, and I'm sorry people are giving you more work, that sucks. Let us know if you need someone to uhm handle them, I know some people🙃

Also, we went to Sagrada Familia, I don't know if you know it but it's this beautiful church, I mean I'm not even religious but I felt a shiver when I went in. And it had this beautiful huge glass stained windows inside and the moment I saw them I was like "Oh my god I have to take a picture with them like Lance and Arthur!". Long story short I took many, I'm so happy about that! The colors also fitted my dress so they're pretty aesthetic😌 And when I post them I want to write "Mavid" underneath but no one will get it😔 How I wish I lived in the IALS universe right now

And let's not forget the highlight of the week, the race. We were out when the race was happening so I didn't get to see it but when I saw Lewis was leading at some point I wanted to cry! And then if course Mercedes bottled the strategy, honestly what the hell were they thinking? I mean Lewis gave it his everything and they ruined it, they need to get their act together. Everytime I saw how nervous Max was when Lewis got closer I swear I giggled. P2 was a great result and I went to bed happy and then I saw the disqualification in the morning and what the hell was that?? What on earth is wrong with the FIA, seriously?? I want to punch them. Could they at least try to sabotage him more discreetly? And I read somewhere that they checked like half the cars after the race and not all, wow really fair. Please tell me you also want to sue the FIA.

Okay, I'm done for now! I kinda missed Mavid so my notes app got super filled again and I will drown you with my thoughts later🌷

PS: We saw this Lewis poster on one of the streets and I didn't see it at first but one of my friends did and she stopped walking and went like, let's get a picture of you with your man and I swear to you I almost cried from joy, my friends really know me🥰 And then I took like a million photos😅

Vickyyyyy!

Barcelona sounds amazing and I'm so happy you had a fantastic time with your friends! And ahhhhhh stained glass mirrors for the win! everyone needs to take a pic in front of it!

What the fuck was that race? I am equally mad at the FIA and Mercedes because this is getting ridiculous at this point. I genuinely don't know how Lewis is putting up with all this bullshit because I WOULD BE SETTING SOMETHING ON FIRE AFTER ABU DHABI 2021.

Freaking out when you randomly spot a Lewis poster and then taking a photo with it is a very personal experience (i saw a cutout of him at the gaming arcade and tried to steal it loool)

Hope you get to rest and recover from your trip bebe 💙

[onboardsorasora]

🎾Tennis AU pt 33🎾

No, your eyes do not deceive you, you don't need to adjust your glasses. Wanted a bit of fluff from these boys specifically

Part 1 - Max Meets Dan | Part 31 - Thanksgiving | Part 32 - FIA Prizegiving

He was late, Max and Rupert had gone on ahead of him while he'd had an interview scheduled at the hotel. The SUV pulled up to the edge of the Melbourne Walk and Daniel's eyes widened at the size of the crowd.

“You reckon we can just power walk it through?” Blake asked and Daniel gave him a dubious look in return. 

“We can try. It probably won't be so bad though.” 

The door opened and Daniel stepped out, smiling his thanks to the volunteer. He only had a second before he registered that the crowd was going wild. It wasn't until he closed the door and saw people stretching their arms out with caps and signs and markers towards him that he realized that the crowd was going wild for him.

Daniel! Omg Daniel! We love you Daniel! Aussie Aussie Aussie! Ki Ki ki!! aaahhhh Daniel! Danny Ric!!

Two burly security people flanked him from seemingly nowhere and Daniel felt his eyes widen further before he shook himself out of it and stepped onto the Walk. 

It was chaos of a good kind. He couldn't remember signing so many things at any one time at an open. He still couldn't believe this was his life. This must have been what Max felt like when he'd come to the Australian open. No one had expected all the screaming fans with red bull racing kits stretching for a picture or his touch.

At the end of the path was an interviewer and Daniel grinned when the presenter threw an arm around his shoulder to start asking him questions. I honestly couldn't hear himself think over the roar of the crowd and truly was happy when they made it further into the more quiet parts of the paddock.

“Mate that was mental.” Daniel gushed to an equally floored Blake.

“We might have to get you a disguise to get you outta here later.”

They made it to the energy station, waving to DC and Adrian as they sequestered themselves in the quieter space.

“Oh Daniel, there you are! C'mon, I need you to change quick.” Vicky came out of nowhere, pushing Daniel in the direction of the driver rooms.

“Hey Vicks, erm what are we doing?”

“You're doing a hot lap with Max and Ford. I need you to change into the race suit in Max's room and then we need to go.”

Daniel looked back at Blake who seemed to be looking at his phone, Daniel wondering if he was checking the out of nowhere overfilled calendar again.

He changed as quickly as he could, fighting to get the navy nomex up his thighs without Max's help. The race suit was navy and basic. Branding him Red Bull and Ford Performance. He walked out and was immediately escorted onto a golf cart.

“Daniel!” Max greeted him with a kiss and Daniel calmed down a little. His anxiety had been spiking with all of the new unknowns happening at the same time.

“Hey baby. Do you know what's going on here?” Daniel looked dubiously at the helmet he was given and Max grinned at him. Luckily Vicky explained in short order.

“So I'm supposed to ask him questions while he tries to make me puke on a lap? And you want to film this?” He asked even more dubiously, Max's snort made him smile.

“You won't puke Daniel. It's just like a rollercoaster, I think.” Max pointed out, Daniel didn't have the heart to tell him that the last rollercoaster he'd been on he actually had puked a little. He'd keep that tidbit to himself.

They strapped him up in the car and Daniel looked at the cardstock paper they gave him. There were a few questions and the paper was thick in case he started clenching it maybe.

“You'd think they'd use a bigger font or something.” Daniel muttered which caused Max to look over at him and laugh.

“You'll be fine. Just make shit up if you can't read em.” Max shrugged and patted Daniel's thigh. “You look lovely by the way.”

Daniel grinned at him and blew a kiss.

“So what should I do?” 

“Uhm, just brace, maybe. Keep your head planted on the headrest as best you can and look forward don't try to look through the windows, you'll get sick.” 

Daniel felt his shoulders lose some of their tension at Max's words and cadence. He could do this. It wouldn't be so bad.

He was wrong. It was bad. Damn this thing was fast as fuck. A hysterical laugh tore itself from his throat.

“The questions!” Max prompted with his own laugh. 

“Oh shit!” Daniel giggled and patted his lap to find the paper. “God these words are vibrating all together– uhm when– uh fuck it I can't see shit. What's your favorite Ford vehicle?” Daniel couldn't read those questions if he tried. He was in a Ford with Ford emblazoned on his chest. When in doubt, think about marketing

Max laughed a happy sound. “That raptor we drove in LA was pretty great. Remember when we took it up the mountain. I didn't think we would have made it to that ridge when you went off road but I was surprised.”

Daniel cackled when he remembered how Max yelled at him the entire time they were pretty much diagonally climbing the hill. “Oh it was so sick, the four wheel drive on that thing mate. Holy crap this thing is fast! We might have to get one of these too.”

They laughed all the way to the end of the lap while Max started drifting through the last turns. 

“Oh jeepers that was mental.” Daniel crawled out of the van, comically pretending to kiss the asphalt while Max rolled his eyes and took off his helmet.

“It wasn't that bad, I think.” 

“This is why I drive when we're going anywhere!” Daniel laughed at Max's grin.

“No, this is why Blake drives.” Max needled then ran off with a laugh when Daniel lunged after him.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

A/N: This wasn't supposed to turn into a ficlet, but everywhere you go there, you are! I firmly believe these two swap genders back and forth. Eddie makes them special pins.

I love the idea of Eddie being the dad, but these two are definitely platonic pseudo parents. They're definitely mom and dad vibing. At one point, they have said to the kids, when asked separately:

"Go ask your mom," Robin would say.

"No, ask your dad," Steve said, scowling. "You never help with the kids."

"Hey, I work and go to school. Is it so bad that I want a little time to myself?" Robin asked.

They continue on with the fake argument until the kids leave them alone. Of course, Eddie hasn't realized that Robin is the 'dad' until Eddie and Steve tell everyone they're dating.

"So, now you don't have to do this single mom thing by yourself," Eddie joked.

"Excuse me?! Single mom?!" Robin exclaimed.

"Uh, sorry, Eddie. Robin is our dad," Dustin said.

"What?! What does that make me?!" Eddie asked.

"Mom's special friend," Dustin said, growling and wiggling his eyebrows.

"That is your pseudo mother and my platonic partner!" Robin said, hitting him over the head with a rolled up newspaper. "Gross!"

"Okay! Okay! Fine, that makes you our step dad and Vickie, our step mom," Dustin said.

"What about me?" Argyle asked.

"You're, uh, the fun uncle!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Yes! Suck it, Jonathan!" Argyle said and pulled out his wallet. "You know, fun uncles usually give out money, don't they? Oh, wait, I spent it all on finding those puppies' new homes. Sorry, little dudes."

"I told you, those were baby squirrels," Jonathan whispered to him.

"God, I love our weird ass family," Eddie cackled.

[munsster]

Hi! Could you write a Robin x Fem! Reader? Where the reader does not feel pretty enough to be with Robin, especially considering that Robin spends her time talking about Vickie. Let it all end with a fluffy ending, Robin confesses her feelings to the reader, and for her to tell her that she is beautiful 🥺✨

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A/N: i want this to happen to ME. when is it my turn to have a pretty and nervous girl confess her undying love for me and then we fall in love????? is it so much to ask

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Robin is stunned you don’t see yourself the way she always has. 1.6k words.

Warnings: fluff, angst, miscommunication, jealousy, major insecurity, body issues, a kiss, cursing

Robin’s spread out across your duvet, limbs wild and stretching as she exhausts her ample knack for storytelling. Only you've grown to hate this story. You've heard it too many times before. Always the same girl with cropped orange hair and freckles like flakes of fairy dust and a smile like a movie star.

So you stand in front of your full-length mirror, leaned over and poking at the skin of your cheeks while she blinks up at the ceiling and tells you about her crush.

"And before I could catch it, the stack of tapes crashed to the floor. I mean, I'd spent hours inputting and organizing them, and suddenly, it was all ruined, and I just..." she sighs, "I didn't care. It was amazing. Besides, she helped me pick them up anyways, so..."

You know you should be happy for her. Robin's not the type to just not care. But apparently Vickie's baby blue eyes and elf nose and wicked taste in earrings do that to her. Change her. Make her into someone else. Someone other than your best friend and favorite girl. Turns her into a drifter that skips out on weekly movie-nights and cuts phone calls short because she's waiting for someone else. Someone other than you.

So you're stuck listening and fixing your eyeliner, trying not to engage, knowing it'll break your heart. "Oh. Yeah. That's cool," you huff, "hey, uh... forgot I have a thing due for Anderson tomorrow, and I should probably get started on it—"

She sits up and watches your reflection with furrowed brow. You're chewing at your bottom lip, fussing your hair about and tugging at your sleeves. You meet her perplexity with a shrug. But in that moment, she's hyper aware of what you want. You want her out. She just doesn't see why.

"Stats? But… we don't have anything due tomorrow."

"Late work. My extension ends next class, and you know how he gets," you say, devoid of the usual melody, falling from your mouth like bricks. Like you're reading it off a page. A script.

"Oh. Makes sense," she hums, sitting on the edge of your bed and watching you turn away to change your shirt. But she can't even remember the last time you did that. Deliberately hid from her. Tucked yourself away into the open face of your closet and tugged on a Sex Pistols shirt, scratching your elbow because you know it was an unusual thing to do. "I just have to call Steve and let him know I need a ride."

You nod. "Phone's all yours." And your voice cracks. On yours, you break and flinch, wrapping your arms around your own torso and feeling like you haven't slept in days. Like you've just kicked your person out after lying to her face.

She dials slow, glancing back at you pacing in a circle while she holds your pale yellow handset to her ear.

"Hey, Steve... could you… yep... perfect, thanks."

And the phone clunks back into place alongside the dread ebbing in your ears. Pounding when she looks at you. Because it feels like a test. Smile the wrong way, and she'll dock your grade. Smudge your mascara a little bit, and you've failed. Maybe she'll suspend you for not looking like Vickie. For not being good enough or pretty enough.

And now, she's looking at you, doe-eyed.

"You okay, honey? Look a little—"

"I'm fine," you bark, "don't worry about it. I'm fine."

She holds her breath, "just checking. You've been kinda quiet all night."

"Worried about the assignment."

"Right."

The assignment. Some assignment. Numbers and fractions and percentages and standard deviations are easier to handle than your own body. Tugging at the back of your shirt so it’s not touching your skin.

“What’s wrong?” she mumbles.

And you snap, “why do you care?”

“Because clearly something’s bothering you.”

“It’s not. I’m fine.”

“Yeah, so you’ve mentioned.”

This is one stupid chess match, smacking the timer until someone lays the king down. Ending in a stalemate, needlessly drawn out and glaring at each other. You’re seething like a lion, lungs working furiously with your arms limp at your sides.

“Well. That’s because I am. I’m fine,” you huff.

“Say it again, maybe I’ll believe you this time”—she softens when you tilt your head back and your breathing gets a little shaky—"I just wanna make sure you’re okay. You know you can talk to me about anything—"

"Except I can't, can I, Robin? Why don’t you just go home and… and call your girlfriend and have movie-night with her and tell her she’s gorgeous and awesome and special in every goddamn way, especially the ones… that I could never be even okay in,” you pant, eyes dropping to the floor when her mouth closes, tight-lipped and stunned. Appalled, shocked. Disgusted, you think.

But she knows she’s worried. Over everything else, she feels the worry molding over in her guts, filling her with stuffing and cotton because she’s worried she should have asked before. Ages before. And now, even if it’s too late to salvage any of it, she’d die trying.

“Don’t you think that’s a little… I dunno—harsh?”

You scoff.

“So, I’m a bitch, and I’m not even pretty. Right? That’s why she’s so much better than I am, and why you talk about her for hours on end. I mean, I don’t know what you want from me, Robin—I listen and I listen while you gush on and on about her, and I never even got the chance to tell you—”

A horn blares from the street. She ducks to look out the window with a sigh.

"That's Steve." She grimaces at the sound of her own voice. Then she blinks at you, and you’ve gone blank, thumbing the sleeve of your shirt and itching at your knuckles.

"Okay,” you say with a shrug.

"I should go."

"Fine."

You still walk her to the door and wave at Steve from the porch, but your smile never reaches your eyes, and you prepare yourself to spend the rest of the night dry heaving over the way she says:

"I'll see you in class tomorrow."

And you just nod.

She trips down the sidewalk, deciding it’s best not looking back. Best to let it go until the morning. Apologize with a coffee in hand and the reassurance of rest. But she’d only be reassured knowing you got some. And right now it doesn’t seem that way.

You shut the door. It snaps into place. Her jacket lurches from it’s place on the rack. You stand with your back to the door, looking forward but not ahead. Watching the glassy shadows bend across the tile as the light outside shifts, and there’s a stinging screech of tires. Shoes bettering the pavement. A knock in the door.

You wipe the bleariness from your eyes, smudging the heels of your palms with gritty streaks of eyeshadow. And you open the door anyway.

"I left my jacket."

"I know," you whisper, holding the windbreaker with both hands. She looks down at it. Then at you. And she smiles, leaning in to kiss your cheek when she flops it over her forearm and fiddles with its stretch collar.

"Hey, I just wanted to let you know," she sighs, "I never felt that way for Vickie. I thought maybe if I talked about her enough, that shit would eventually come true and I could finally stop being obsessed with this... my girl. I mean, so obsessed it's kinda gross because she's definitely too nice to me—"

You duck your head, frowning at your bare feet and picking at your shirt.

"—even though she teases me all the time and makes fun of my pathetic flirting attempts... I swear I love her even more. She's perfect."

She shuffles closer in her boots, stepping onto your scratchy welcome mat and tapping your chin to get you to look at her. You lift your head, but you glance just past her, sniffling softly when a fat tear rolls down your chin.

"And beautiful."

Your shoulders lift with the promise of a deep breath, eyes flicking to hers, head falling to your collar with a sigh.

“Even if she doesn’t wanna see it. It’s always been her. Like the world didn’t matter whenever she was away from me, couldn’t focus ‘cause her laugh was so distracting. Thought about her all the time. She’d call me a creep for it. Definitely”—she laughs—“But… I think I’d rather be a creep than forget how much I love her…”

“… how much I love you.”

“But I’m not Vickie. I’m not her.”

“Exactly. I never loved Vickie,” she says, shaking her head, “I loved you. Still do.” She cups your face in her hands, jacket slumping to the brick of your doorstep because it doesn’t matter. It can collect dust or turn to it for all she care. As long as it’s you. As long as you curl your fingers into hers and lean in and let her breath the same air as you. As long as you kiss her. Like this.

With her lips soft and yours softer, a little wet and salty from the tears, but good with her eager tongue swiping against them. Your fingers weave across her scalp, and she hums, sliding her hand down your arm and pulling herself away.

“Me?” you whisper. She nods.

“You.”

“Me. All that time?”

“Mhm.”

“Wow,” you tease, “I think we might be the real dinguses.”

“I think you’re right.”

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[fizzing-imagines]

Robin | Steve Harrington x Reader

Notes: I hope y'all enjoy <3

Words: 1.03k

Warnings: None, this is pure fluff

You've never seen your husband more in love with anyone. He held your daughter Robin in his arms for the first time, looking at her with so much love in his eyes. "She's beautiful.", he whispered to you with the slightest crack in his voice. Steve was doing his best to hold back the tears that were ought to come out. "She has your hair.", you commented in a quiet voice. That's what send him over the edge and opened the floodgates. "C'mere, Stevie.", you said while scooting over in your hospital bed. Steve quickly kicked off his shoes, then laid sat next to you with Robin still in his arms. "She looks so much like you.", you continued. "She's perfect." You patted Steve's shoulder while he silently cried. Your daughter, on the other hand, was quietly snorring in her fathers arms. "Can't wait to show her off to the others.", he whispered with a cracking voice.

Her uncle Dustin was the first one to come visit you. He was so careful with Robin, trying his best not to wake her up. "She looks like a Henderson.", he said to Steve with a grin. He rolled his eyes at Dustin. "No she doesn't.", her father replied. "She's clearly a Harrington. She's got my hair!" The bickering between the two went on for a good minute, causing Robin to wake up. Luckily, she didn't start crying but rather look around the room. Since she was only a day old, she couldn't see very well. Dustin took his niece into his arms and coddled her while taking another look at her. "I'm telling you man, she has Henderson eyes." Steve swung his arms up in a dramatic manner while muttering "Oh my god."

Robin and Vicky were the next visitor on the following day. Neither of you told them about what you were naming your daughter, so there was ought to be a suprise. "You really made that, dingus." Robin chuckled at her own words while looking at the infant in her arms. "I did.", Steve mumbled. If he was being honest with himself, he was still in shock on how beautiful his daughter came out. "She looks so squishy.", Vicky said while holding your daughters hand with one finger. "That's what Steve said.", you said with a chuckle. Robin proceeded to carefully squish your daughters cheeks together to confirm her girlfriends theory. "And she is.", Robin said with a slight laugh. "I hope (Y/N) came up with a good name.", Robin said while looking at Steve. He knew what she was hinting at, but didn't want to ruin the moment. "Actually, Steve came up with the name.", you said to her. "Robin Claudia Harrington.", Steve said. Robin eyes widened in shock. "I wanted her to be named after her godmother." If you squinted your eyes, you could've seen the small tears building up in Robins eyes. But she quickly blinked them away. "Finally a good idea, dingus." She had a grin on her face before looking back down at baby Robin. "You're gonna be so much like me, it's gonna drive your dad insane.", she promised her godchild.

Will, Lucas, Max, El and Mike here last to visit you while still being in the hospital. El especially was afraid of holding her. "So tiny.", she said while looking down at the infant. "She's only three days old.", Mike said to his girlfriend. "And fragile.", Lucas added. "She's not made of glass.", Max said to her boyfriend while lightly slapping his shoulder. "Stop bickering in front of the baby.", Will scolded his friends. It made you chuckle. "She'll be fine, Dustin was already here.", you said while waving them off. The five kids couldn't stop looking at her. And Steve felt so warm inside as he did while watching them interact with his daughter.

Nancy and Jonathan were last to visit. She pushed visiting you two back for weeks until she finally came over on the day Robin turned one month old. "She has your hair.", Nancy said to Steve while looking at the baby in her fiancé's arms. "Yeah, but (Y/N)s eyes.", Jonathan added. Steve looked over at you with an insulted look. "You said she has my eyes.", your husband said to you. A giggle left your mouth "Because you were pouting after Dustin said she has Henderson eyes." He gave you an insulted look. "Robin said her cheeks are squishy.", Nancy said while looking at you. "Can I try?" You smiled and nodded your head. She carefully squished your daughters cheeks, who farted as a 'reaction'. All four of you started laughing at Robins response. "She's still so peaceful.", Jonathan said as he looked back down on Robin. "She's really quiet, for some reason.", Steve said while sitting down next to Jonathan. "Barely cries, sleeps through most nights, always eats." You two got very lucky with Robin, but you had a feeling that her puberty would be twice as hard as a result. "My mom said I was easy as a baby as well, but not that easy", you commented while watching your daughter in Jonathan's arms. She yawned while cuddling into his grip. It seemed like he knew how to hold babies well enough. No wonder, he's a great big brother to Will.

"Dustin announced himself for tomorrow.", Steve said while walking into Robins nursery in the evening. You were feeding her, trying to get your daughter to sleep. "That's the fourth time this week then.", you replied with a grin. "It's like he's obsessed with her.", Steve commented with knitted eyebrows. "She's his niece, what do you expect?" Robin fell asleep in your arms, so you carefully put her in her crib before turning on the baby monitor. "Can't blame him, she's adorable." A soft smile formed on his face when he took one more look at his daughter before walking out of her room with you. "You're ready for another one already, aren't you?", you asked him with a grin. Your husband let out a low chuckle while scratching the back of his head. "We did agree on six.", your husband said with a grin on his face.

"We did, yeah."

[laheymaze]

meet me under the mistletoe

✨steve harrington✨ x fem!reader

summary: you and steve have been hooking up for months, and you're getting tired of being what feels like an embarrassing secret. when steve finds out you feel this way, he makes sure you never feel that way again 🎄

warnings: language, some spice, a bunch of suggestive material, a bunch of sexual christmas puns hahah

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!! as i said on my last eddie imagine, there are still a few more holiday imagines so look out for those! thank you all so much for your constant and love and support and all of your kind words about my writing! it all means more than you even know! writing fanfic is such a stress reliever for me because i can get out of my head and dive into my favorite fictional worlds. i hope you all have an amazing holiday!!! 

*i really love how this turned out, and sorry guys, i used the word babygirl even though everyone made fun of it the last time i used it hahaha*

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“Steve, we’re going to be late.” You told Steve as he hovered over you on your bed, lips attached to your neck. 

“Five more minutes.” He told you, kissing your lips hungrily. Your lips moved in sync, and you gave in once more, letting your hands get lost in his gorgeous hair.

Nancy was throwing a Christmas party, and Robin wanted you there early to help her with her appearance in case Vickie showed. No one knew that you and Steve were together, well, hooking up, since Steve hasn’t asked you out on an official date and still likes to flirt with girls when he thinks you aren’t paying attention, which makes you insanely jealous. 

You kept telling yourself to stop this thing with Steve. It could ruin your friendship and your friend group, which you couldn’t have. Yet, every time you see that charming smile and taste those insanely delicious lips, you were pulled back in and made to forget about all of your reasons for ending things; like right now. 

“We really need to go. Robin is going to kill me.” You said, finally breaking away from Steve’s lips and escaping from under him.

“Fine,” He whined, getting up and putting his Christmas sweater back on. 

The drive to Nancy’s was filled with singing Christmas songs and Steve’s hand rubbing the inside of your thigh, driving you crazy. ‘Silent Night’ came on, you singing as loud as you could to annoy Steve. He eventually turned down the radio, looking over at you. 

“You know I hate this song.” He stated.

“I know.” You replied, smiling. 

“But I’m okay with making it a not-so-silent night when we get back to my house tonight,” Steve said, winking. 

“Wow, so smooth Harrington.” You said, laughing. 

“There’s more where that came from.” Steve bragged. 

“Oh, really? Hit me with another, then.”

“Okay, challenge accepted Y/L/N.” Steve started saying while moving his hand higher up your thigh. “Why sit on Santa’s lap when you can sit on mine.” This one made you laugh, yet also extremely turned on by his hand placement. 

“That was a good one.” You told him as you pulled into Nancy’s driveway, Steve winking at you once more. 

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After you were somehow able to convince Robin she looked amazing and Vickie would love her sweater and jeans, you escaped into the kitchen to grab some wine. The house was already filling up, tons of people you had never seen before surrounding you. Luckily, you and Steve weren’t on babysitting duty tonight since you made sure the kids stayed at the Byer’s house for the night. 

Steve made his way into the kitchen, smiling when he saw you standing by the counter, sipping on wine and having a cookie. He loved the loose red silk tank top you had on, paired with torn jeans and heeled white boots. You wore the necklace and earrings he had gotten you for your birthday, too. 

“What has you all smiley?” You questioned. 

“You,” Steve responded, pulling you in by the waist and kissing you deeply. 

“How sweet of you.” You said, smiling. “Is Vickie here?”

“She just got here, that’s why I shoved Robin into her so she’d be forced to actually talk to her and came in here for a beer,” Steve said, laughing evilly. 

“You are horrible! But that’s also a genius plan.” You credited. 

“Are you fine in here while I go find Eddie?” Steve questioned.

“Are you actually going to find Eddie for guy time? That’s a new one.”

“Well I only spend time with you, and I think it’s getting suspicious so I might as well hang out with him,” Steve said, taking a sip of his Coors Light. 

“Oh.” Was all you said. All you got from Steve’s statement was that you and him would never be something serious, or something even worth telling your friends about. 

“Not that I don’t love spending time with you!” Steve exclaimed, grabbing your hand. 

“I get it, Steve. Go have fun.” You told him, reaching away from him and heading into the dining room where you spotted Nancy, deciding to talk with her instead, trying not to be mad about something that clearly didn’t matter to Steve.

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After Jonathan stole Nancy away from you to dance, you made your way to the living room to see how Robin’s progress with Vickie was going. Instead of spotting Robin right away, you found Steve leaning against the wall next to the Christmas tree, a blonde girl under his arm. One small push and their bodies would be completely pressed together. Steve had his famous smile on his face and brushing his hair back with his hand like he always did so well. 

The anger and jealousy ate you alive in that moment, wanting to slap Steve across the face for hurting you and also scream at him that you were falling in love with him. You ran upstairs, straight to the guest bathroom, locking the door behind you. Little did you know, Steve saw you out of the corner of his eye. He immediately removed his arm from the girl, sending her backward a step, and him running up the stairs after you. 

“Y/N?” Steve questioned, knocking on the bathroom door. You froze, looking at yourself in the mirror and quickly wiping away the tears on your face. 

“What?” You shouted from inside the bathroom, not wanting to open the door. 

“Are you okay? I saw you run up the stairs and just wanted to check on you. There will be no sad faces on Christmas! I can tell through the door that you’re wearing a sad face.” So he didn’t see you when you realized he didn’t give a shit about you? Cool.

“I’m fine. Go back to the blonde whore.” You immediately regretted your words, Steve now knowing why you were in the bathroom crying.

“Y/N, open the door.”

“No.”

“Babygirl, open the door.” Steve pressed again. 

Finally, you opened the door, Steve quickly stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He noticed your tear-stained cheeks and red eyes, his heart dropping at the sight. He got closer to you, but you backed away, not wanting him to touch you because you knew you would just melt into his touch and forget why you were mad. A sting went across Steve as you backed away from him; you never did that. 

“Y/N—” You cut Steve off, not wanting to hear anything from him.

“I don’t want to hear it, Steve. Am I just some joke to you? Some embarrassing secret that you don’t even want our friends to know about? Because that’s what it feels like. Like I’m just a fucking embarrassment to you.” You said, tears forming in your eyes once more. 

“You are not an embarrassment, Y/N.”

“Then how come our friends can’t know about us? How come you won’t ask me on a date? Why do you constantly flirt with everyone on the planet but still have the nerve to sneak into my window almost every night? And why do I keep letting you?!” You ranted, shouting the last part. Steve didn’t know what to say to make you feel better or make you understand how he actually felt, but he knew how to show you.

“Meet me under the mistletoe,” Steve told you, rushing out of the bathroom, leaving you extremely confused. 

You attempted to clean up your face and headed downstairs. Once you reached the bottom, you noticed Steve standing on the coffee table in the living room; mistletoe above him. Everyone was gathered around him, the blonde girl from earlier trying to get on the table with him. Steve told her to get lost, looking up when he saw you at the bottom of the stairs. 

“Y/N!” He called, making everyone look at you now. You slowly walked forward, feeling incredibly uncomfortable with all of the eyes on you. He hesitated before he spoke, then realizing it was time he stopped being an asshole and admitted the truth. “Fuck it. A new year is about to start and I cannot go another year hiding this from you.” 

You walked closer to the table, Steve reaching out his hand to help you get on top of it. You climbed up, now facing Steve. 

“I’m in love with Y/N Y/L/N!” He announced, looking at the crowd, making everyone start whispering. “I have been for years. We’ve been in a… relationship… for months and I told myself it would just be a fling, but who was I kidding? I fell hard and fast.” 

Steve turned back to you, putting one hand on your cheek, then the other rested on your jawline and neck. “I am so sorry for not having the balls to say that before. It was easier to act like this meant nothing than to admit that I’m in love with you. I am so sorry for that and for making you cry. I will never do that again. I understand if you hate me, and want nothing to do with me, but I wasn't going another second without showing everyone how much you mean to me.” 

You had tears in your eyes again, but not from sadness. You couldn’t believe Steve was doing this; that he actually did feel the same way about you. There was nothing you could say to top that, so you looked up at the mistletoe, then at Steve. He read your mind, pulling your body to his, pressing your lips together. They moved in sync, then breaking away after a few seconds. 

“You are so cheesy.” You told him, lips still dangerously close to his. 

“Well, the only thing I want for Christmas is you,” Steve said, making you smile even more. As you were going in for another kiss, Robin’s voice filled the room.

“I KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW IT! Didn’t I tell you Nance? I told you they were hooking up!” Robin started shouting and jumping up and down, pointing at you and Steve. You looked at Steve, you both rolling your eyes and getting down from the table. The party went back in full swing, the short-attention-span teenagers going back to their own lives and drinks. 

“And how exactly did you know?” Steve questioned, putting air quotes around ‘know.’

“Y/N had a hickey at work one day, and she didn’t come in with it, so that meant you gave it to her while I was on break.” You looked at her, making a face that said: that doesn’t mean anything. “Oh, and her underwear was in your room one day,” Robin added, making you cough. 

“How do you know it was mine?” You asked. 

“It was that red pair you bought when we were at the mall. I remember because I thought they were nice and I wondered what Vickie would look like in them, and—”

“Okay!” Steve shouted, cutting off before she embarrassed herself even more in front of Vickie, who was giggling. “Now I know way too much about your fantasies and now know I need to start locking my bedroom door,” Steve added. 

“Agreed.” You said.

“Well this has been fun, but if you excuse us, we’re going to go make out in my car,” Steve said, grabbing your hand. You raised your brows at him, laughing. “What? I don’t have to keep this a secret anymore! Freedom!” Steve shouted, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. 

Steve carried you like that all the way to his car, in which he placed you in the backseat and squeezed in next to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, placing you onto his lap, smiling, thinking about his joke earlier in the day. 

“Did you really mean all of that? You’re in love with me?” You questioned, your hands running through the hair on the back of his head. 

“Every single word,” Steve confirmed, running his hands up and down on your sides on your bare skin. 

“I think I’ve been in love with you since you complimented my blue bow in sixth grade,” You admitted, laughing. 

“You’re forgetting the part about you sitting in front of me all year and I would purposely pull your hair so you would turn around and I could look at you. I even wrote you a letter for Christmas that year.” 

“No you did not! Steve Harrington wrote me a letter? What did it say?” You questioned, extremely giddy, pulling yourself closer to Steve. 

“Just that I thought you were super sweet and cute and I wanted to take you to that arcade we both liked and go for ice cream. Then I ripped it up and threw it away because I thought there was no way Y/N Y/L/N liked me back.” Steve explained, shaking his head.

“Well, she did. A lot.” You told him, kissing him. “And I would’ve loved to go to that arcade and get ice cream.”

“Tomorrow then? You, me, arcade, and ice cream?” Steve asked, smiling.

“I’ll have to check my schedule, I think I’m busy.” You teased, giggling.

“Oh, really?” Steve held onto you, quickly laying you down on the backseat, him hovering over you. His lips found yours right away, moving perfectly together. 

“Actually, I think I’m free.” You said, breaking away and smiling. 

“Mhm, that’s what I thought. Now, can we please go home? You’re the reason I’m on the naughty list this year and I’d like to capitalize on that.” Steve said, making you smile and roll your eyes.

“Yes, because I’ll be content if you’re the one stuffing my stocking.” You said, making Steve laugh deeply. 

“That’s my girl.” 

[eashmo]

7 minutes in hell, or is it heaven? Part 8

-Mine-

Warnings: fluff, angst. Billy is an extremely soft boyfriend to y/n 😭

A/n : long, lots of time jumps, No music for this chapter because I honestly didn't know what to use.

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*y/n pov*

I stiffen beside him. I started to have a small panic attack because I didn't want to release him to that devil.

"Baby, i will be ok, I promise." He says when he noticed me start to panic.

"No, you won't. You're going to get hurt because of me, I should have taken you home last night." I sadly say.

"Look at me princess, I wanted to stay with you last night, my father can go fuck himself because I don't regret spending time with you, time I've been craving with you." He says. Kissing my cheek.

"Billy, you should tell Chief Hopper about your father. He would lock him up forever ever"

"NO!, no, I can't he's my father." He says angrily. Clinching his fists. I rest my hand on his hands, and he relaxes under my touch.

"I can't avoid him all day, I may as well get it over with." he said with a sigh. He puts on his last night party clothes while giving me a quick kiss before he runs home.

*small Billy pov*

Seeing her scared as I left her house gave me anxiety.

"Please don't be home." I plead. Quietly opening the front door, I saw broken glass everywhere but no sight of him or Susan. I sighed in relief. He must have left early for work.

"Billy? Is that you?" Max called from the living room as she was trying to clean some of the mess.

"One and only shitbird," I snapped.

"Where were you last night?, were you finally with y/n?" She teasingly asks.

Wait, how did she know?

"I know about your crush with her. You're very obvious in the school parking lot, and you have bruises all over your neck." She giggles.

Angrily, I pushed her into the wall and griped her small wrist tight, and her eyes went wide. "S-sorry" fell from her mouth. Immediately, I regretted everything.

"Yes, I was with y/n she picked me up at the warehouses because I was drunk, also she's my girlfriend now, don't tell anyone..." I sighed, letting go of her.

Max gave me a small smile and a nod.

"I like y/n very much, she's awesome, she's kind to me."

"I know, kid, I know"

"Um Neil was very pissed that you weren't home last night, he sort of destroyed a few things." She said with a little bit of fear in her voice as she pointed to the broken glass.

"Never mind that I'll take care of that, now let's go get my car, I'll take you to the arcade, but no hanging out with that Sinclair kid, you got it?" I say.

* Time skip Monday at school*

*y/n pov*

Seeing the fresh cuts and bruises on Billy's face this morning made me ferocious and nauseous.

"I'm ok," he mouthed across the hall, but his eyes told me otherwise. Standing at my locker, waiting for everyone to disperse to their classes, the hallways now empty, I made my way to him with glossy eyes, standing on my tippy toes. I gently held his face. "B-baby." I croaked. As he leans into my hands with his eyes close.

"I'm fine, sweetheart, but this isn't the worst of it." He plainly says as he lifts his shirt, revealing deep colored bruises that littered his torso.

I gasped as I lightly brushed against them. He wipes my tears away.

"How about we head to class, yeah?" He asks softly.

*small time jump*

The bell rang for free period, I couldn't wait to see billy yes I know I had a class with him but it it was only one and seeing him in between classes in the hallways was Torturous.

Nancy and I made our way to the gym as usual, Robin was already there sitting at the bottom of the bleachers.

"So girls, do you guys have any prom dates yet? Nancy asks.

"I'm going with Vickie!" Robin happily says with a smile.

"Really that's great! Finally you made a move." I teased.

"Oh, shut up." She playfully snaps.

"What about you, Nance? Who are you going with?" I asked.

"Weeeelllll, I'm not sure yet." She says.

laughing. "What do you mean?"

"Jonathan and Steve both asked me." She says.

"I thought you and Steve were a thing?" Robin chimes in.

"He's being total bullshit right now!" She snaps.

"Jesus Nance, you really need to sort out your love life. The dance is literally tonight." I laughed.

"Well, you go on than, who are you going with?" She asks.

I look briefly at Billy from across the court, who was talking to the coach.

"I'm not going, nobody asked me." I say sadly. I really wanted them to know that I'm finally in a relationship with Billy, I know they didn't exactly approve of him, but they wanted to see me happy. Plus, a dance wasn't Billy's scene.... right?

"I'm surprised Hargrove hasn't made a move on you yet. Sometimes, it seems like he is saying "I love you" with his eyes when he's bulling you." Robin says.

I snorted, "I highly doubt a person like Hargrove would even like nor love a marshmallow like me." Smiling head because I knew for a fact he loved my curves.

Nancy and Robin got quiet when they noticed Billy was directly behind me. He really needs to stop doing that, I thought to myself. He started to drag me away from them. Leaving them confused.

"Don't worry, ladies, your precious Y/n will be right." He chuckles while we walk out the door.

He pins me to the wall "your not a marshmallow, but if you are, you're my marshmallow." He whispers into my ear, giving my earlobe a few nibbles."You taste sweet like one, " he smirks as he hovers over me. Giving me a passionate kiss.

Pulling away, I slap his shoulder "Billy what the hell, you can't be snatching me up like that."

He rolls his eyes. "I got something to ask you"

"What?"

"Go to prom with me." He grins.

"Of course I will go to prom with you, but I thought it wasn't your scene. Also, what about everyone else?"

"You're right. It's not my scene, but I will do anything for you, and I'm not worried about everyone else, I'm not going with them, I'm going with you." He says.

Grinning pulled him down for a quick kiss.

"Love you Hargrove."

"Love you too y/l/n," he grins.

Walking back into the gym I was trying to not show any emotion so the girls Interrogate me to death.

"What was all that about?" Robin asks.

"He wanted me to do his upcoming science homework, and if I refused, his bullying would be harsher." I say faking annoyance.

"Y/n, you really need to not let him get to you like that." Nancy says sadly.

"If only she knew." I thought.

"Well, I just decided that I'm going to dance tonight, even if it's by myself, I wanna have fun."

Nancy squeals, "we are going to have so much fun!!!, are you driving? Or do you need a ride?"

"Thanks, but I'm driving myself," I say. Looking at Billy from across the court, I saw he was smiling at me.

*small time jump*

The school day was coming to an end, I started to get a bad feeling in my last class like something was going to happen, and boy, something did happen.

Standing at my locker, I deposited the textbooks I didn't need to bring home, feeling someone slip beside me, I thought it was Billy but I turn around to see hazel eyes staring back at me. It was none other than Tommy Hagan with Carol glued to his side. I slammed my locker closed and started to walk away from them towards Nancy and Robin, Nancy was my ride.

"Where do you think you're going, y/l/n?" Carol sneers.

"None of your fucking business, Perkins." I say quietly. Walking away.

"The fuck you say? You fat bitch." She shouts causing my friends and any remaining students to up at the scene.

Stopping in my tracks I turn "you fucking heard me." I sneer. Nancy and Robin's eyes widen because they never saw me talk back to anyone.

*slap*

I felt a stinging sensation on my right cheek, I started to laugh a bit, and this causes Tommy to slam me into the lockers. Robin and Nancy started to run towards me, feeling light headed from the back pain from hitting the locker with so much force I start to Collapse, a warm arms caught me in time before my knees hit the floor. Looking up, i lock eyes with the ocean eyes of Billy's.

He handed me over to Robin, who looked scared and confused.

"What the fuck are you doing, Hagan?" He calmly said as his nostrils flares.

"Teaching the fat cunt a less...." He got cut off as billy punch him in the jaw. Pinning him down in the hallway and starting to beat the shit out of him.

"B-billy, stop, I'm ok." I say weakly, try to regain my breath.

"HARGROVE STOP!" Nancy shouts.

Hearing this he snaps out of his tunnel vision, looking at me with concern.

"Come here, please." I plead. He drops Tommy's shirt.

"I told you not to say that about her, I want you to leave my girl alone from now on, you hear me motherfucker?" He angrily says.

Tommy nods and spits blood on the floor with Carol helping him up.

Billy walks to me and Robin.

"Can I please hold my girlfriend." He asks quietly.

She nods with a small smile and hands me over to him.

"Thanks, Buckley." He says as his arms instantly wraps around me.

"No problem, Hargrove, please take care of her, and if you hurt her, you have me and Nancy to go through." She points at him with a Stern look.

Laughing a "yes, ma'am."

"Do you mind if I take her home, Wheeler?" He asks.

"Not at all... see you later at the mall y/n, " She says.

"Let's get you home, beautiful," he says to me.

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[chaseadrian]

'' i can't have my first kiss be with some stranger, so could you please practice with me? '' with robin pls?

oh this is so perfect for her :')

robin buckley/f!reader 1k+ words

You were tired of hearing about Vickie. It wasn't that you didn't support Robin and her endeavors with the first crush in her life that seemed to be working out, it was just...maybe you wanted her affections instead. You were lying on the floor of Robin's bedroom at a ninety degree angle, legs straight up against the wall, staring at her sparkly popcorn ceiling while she went on.

"—it's not that I don't want to kiss her, I do, but we get coffee and I get all worked up in my head thinking about how great it'll be. And it is great, but not great in the way that it probably should feel? She's so pretty, and she doesn't look at me like I'm a weirdo when I can't stop talking, but I can't tell if we're friends or if she wants me to kiss her like we were in her room and it felt like I was supposed to but it also felt like she was positioning herself away from me so I couldn't get close enough."

She was laying next to you, and you watched the way her hands flailed in the air as she spoke, "A—and that's another problem, too, is I know her favorite color and the movies she likes and stuff from her childhood but I don't feel like I know her like she still feels like a stranger which maybe is fair because she has just as much to lose as I do if she feels the same way but I wish I could just lean over and kiss her in the coffee shop or at band practice or somewhere other than our bedrooms because there's so much pressure in a bedroom and I don't wanna put that kind of pressure on a first kiss you know? On top of that I don't even know if I'd be good at it like I kissed a boy at summer camp in eighth grade during spin the bottle but it was an eighth grade kiss so it's not like I have much practice."

You watched her with fondness, turning your head to watch her lips continue to spill every little thought that came into her brain, something you were used to over years of friendship. But it seemed different, now, hurried and anxious, her hands would shake when she stilled them for a moment.

Grabbing them midair to steady her, you took her pause as an opportunity to interject, "Robin, Robin, hey, are you like, okay? You seem more...talkative than normal."

She turned to look at you, her lips moving as though she kept trying to speak and couldn't.

You squeezed her hand.

"W—well I mean, you've...kissed girls, right?"

"And boys, yeah."

"Right, yeah, well I just—you're my best friend and you're not scared, somehow, which I...I don't understand but I admire it and it wouldn't have to change anything like we could just be the same way we are now but it would really help me get out of my head but if you don't want to then it's fine we can just pretend I never asked but—"

She trailed off, and you waited in the silence for her to continue. You felt her heartbeat in her wrist with her hand in yours, it was almost as fast as yours.

"Robin?"

"I...it's just...I can't have my first kiss be with some stranger, so could you please practice with me? And okay...okay I know what you're thinking! You're thinking 'Robin, Vickie isn't a stranger, she's your friend! Why are you so nervous!' and you're right but I'm scared and starting to second guess if I should even be kissing Vickie or anyone! I'm starting to think I'll just die alone and unkissed except for a stupid kiss in eight grade from a boy with headgear and onion breath when all I want is to kiss a girl I like and—"

You leaned forward and kissed her, bringing your hands down between your chests. Her eyes went wide at first, but she fell into it just as you did, lips parting tentatively, a soft hum from her throat when you slid your tongue against hers.

If it started as practice, it very quickly spiraled into something else. Robin pushed harder into you, leaning up on her elbow to crowd over you, instinct bringing you closer until she was on your lap.

You stilled her for a moment, trying to ignore how beautiful she looked with her cheeks flushed and lids heavy, "Hey, hey, um...is this—is this still practice or..."

Her gaze flicked around, posture straightening, but she stayed on your lap, "I mean uh, yes but I...not if you don't want it to be. It can be either, o—or whatever you want I'm happy to call it practice or it can just be kissing or I—I don't know, you know more than me so I was just following your lead but no pressure and we can still forget—"

You reached up and ran a finger at the edge of her hairline, stilling her, "Robin stop, stop. I don't want to forget anything, I'm...happy you asked. I've wanted to kiss you for so long. You have no idea."

"Oh! Well," She frowned, "Why didn't you say anything?"

You laughed, "Because you're crazy about Vickie! I'm not gonna get in the way of that."

"But now I want you to." She offered a weak smile, raising her eyebrows and leaning back down to your lips, hovering just above them.

"Are you sure?" You whispered, settling your hands around her waist, fiddling with the hem of her t-shirt.

"Am I ever?" Robin laughed, "I just really really want to kiss you again."

"For practice, yeah?" You returned, your laugh cut off by her lips on yours again.

She pressed her body into you, slipping her tongue into your mouth, a hand coming down to your hip to grab at you. There was more certainty in this kiss, her lips guiding you now, soft but firm as she pulled you in deeper. You hummed against her mouth, and she broke away with a smile.

"Nope."