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hi! love ur writing :) i was just wondering if there will be a sequel to this like how steve living his life now that shes gone? thankyou sending lots of love xx

Dancing with your ghost (Tolerate It Pt. 3)

Steve Harrington x Reader - Angst

Pt. 1: Tolerate it

Pt. 2: “So Close”

Summary: After your death Steve tried to continue with his life, but it is very difficult considering that everything reminds him of you and he cannot stop visiting you.

A/N: I'm finally back, and with angst because I like to cry for fictional characters lol. I've been late because I might also do a version with a happy ending (and because, if you haven't noticed, I do this kind of fics based on songs I love and I think it would fit with what's happening in the fic, but I´m also spending hours listening and remembering the lyrics to make it perfect). Thanks for the request!

Based on: Dancing with your Ghost - Sasha Alex Sloan

Warning: Main character death, angst, sadness

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Yellin´ at the sky

Screamin at the world

Baby, why´d you go away?

Steve's footsteps were all that could be heard against the pavement, the loneliness he found himself in was the best company he could count on, a small bouquet of white flowers remained in his hand as he walked up the hill.

It has been weeks since you left, Steve's eyes still filled with tears as he remembers holding you in his arms as he slowly carried you out of the house, the heavy breathing of the boys could be contrasted with the sobbing of the girls. Every night Steve remembers your mother's screams as she held you in her arms trying to wake her little girl, your father holding Steve tightly as he shook him.

How could he not save his daughter?

Steve also asked himself the same question every day, maybe if he had paid more attention he would have seen the signs, maybe if he had stopped to talk to you he could have saved you, maybe…

The man shook his head trying to push those thoughts away. Robin had said that it wasn't healthy, that it would only hurt him even more. She was the only one who had visited Steve after what had happened.

Arriving at the place he was looking for, Steve just sat down on the grass and passed the flowers from one hand to the other trying to control his anxiety, ran his tongue over his dry lips and began to speak.

Never got the chance

To say a last goodbye

I gotta move on

But it hurts to try

The words came naturally from the man's lips, even in these moments you had the gift that let Steve open his soul and tell you everything he was thinking and feeling.

"Sorry I'm late, I've been helping the town with donations, there are still many missing but no one has given up on finding them yet, there is still hope" Steve commented as a greeting.

"You know? Max still cries for you, she can't help but feel guilty even when the guys already told her it was your decision..." The man's brown eyes became crystalline as he took a ragged breath. "She lost a sibling again after all."

Steve ran his hand over his face trying to wipe away the drops falling from his eyes, the scent of flowers permeating between his fingers.

"Every night I listen to the cassettes you left at my house the last time you went over. I can't help but think that if I listen to them long enough you're going to walk in the door like nothing happened" A quiet chuckle comes from the man as he hears his thoughts coming to life through his voice.

You weren't coming back.

"Robin and Vicky are finally dating, Rob says they are just friends but you and I know better, when something happens I promise to come and tell you" Steve smiled at the thought of how much you would love to hear all about the girls. "Your parents are moving out of Hawkins, they can't bear the thought of being here without their daughter...I can't be without you either" He commented as his smile faded and sobs replaced his laughter.

Steve brought his hand back up to his face and hid your mouth behind it in a sad attempt to quiet his moans.

How do I love, how do I love again?

How do I trust, how do I trust again?

"I miss you so much (y/n), there isn't a day that goes by that I don't miss everything about you, everywhere I turn I can see you, I can't be at home without thinking of you, I can't be with the kids without breaking down in tears remembering you with them, I swear I try to live but you left an imprint on my life impossible to erase" The man took a big breath of air and continued. "Why did you do it? Why didn't you tell us? We would have come up with a plan, I would have stayed with you to protect you, I would have run faster to be with you, to save you..."

The man's sobs were impossible to hide. Steve had been through so much these past few years and could not take it anymore, he too has suffered for a long time and had finally reached a limit. After all he is human too.

"How much I would give for you to be here, to exchange your place, to hug you one more time, to kiss you one more time" commented Steve in a low voice while he looked at his hands, in one of them were the white flowers he had brought, without more to say he put them in front of the tombstone with your name together with the ones he had brought a few days ago and stood up while he put his trembling hands in the pockets of his jacket.

"I promise not to take long to visit you again, I'll come as fast as I can, okay? Don't forget that I love you, I never stopped loving you. I'll try to bring the cassettes so we can listen to them together" Steve took one of his hands to bring it to his lips and leave a small kiss and then put his hand gently on the tombstone. "I miss you so much (y/n)" The man mumbled like a little kid, then turned around and walked back to his car with pain in his heart.

I put the record on

Wait ´til I hear our song

Every night I´m dancing

With your ghost

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A/N: Well, I tried to stick with the ask as much as I could, more than anything I wanted to emphasize that Steve has been through a lot and that it is necessary for him to get everything out. it's something you don't see in the series and it's necessary to remember. It's small but I think it's what Steve would do.

I hope you like it and I'll try not to disappear so much, college is consuming my life lol.

tags: @lettyshush@ilovetaylorswift1@hcloangcls@obsessed-with-a-fictional-man

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s son (Part 2)

Tony Stark x son!reader

warnings:

a/n: had to split it into 2 parts bc i hit the text limit dhshaggags

prompt: continued

part 1

~sokovia was ur first big mission~

“why is y/n here, stark?” -cap

“the first mistake was letting me become a father”

“good god, tony...”

you having the time of your life crushing robots

“WHEEEEEE”

also proving useful by saving avengers a handful of times

“thanks for the assist, stark clone” -clint

rip pietro

rhodey was actually the most worried about you if we’re being honest, he didn’t understand why they let you in this one???

“y/n? y/n, talk to me! are you alive?”

“yes, uncle rhodey! i’m perfect, stop worrying!”

“i love you, kid! be safe!”

✨a good family you’ve got✨

soon the avengers broke up bc your dad cant get along with steve and it was just really awkward

but you chose your dad’s side

“sorry, steve! he pays my allowance!”

peter was actually a little okay, you know!! spazzy at first, but he was cool

“dude, you’re y/n stark! you’re tony stark’s very own son! i’m talking to mr. stark’s only child!”

“yep, that’s me. i’m what earned tony the title of ‘DILF’”

teenage teamup? ofc

“am i doing alright?”

“looking a-okay, pete!”

tony was worried fighting steve would traumatize you so he made you wait at the hotel with happy and peter

“don’t do anything to embarrass me, y/n. i dont want to see you on the news for something stupid”

you and peter ended up hanging out in your room and watching tv and ordering room service

“how do you do that so smoothly? i’d just freak out and go get it myself”

“years of experience as a spoiled rich brat”

absolutely positively being up all night and trying to fight your exhaustion

“you two seem to be getting along well. couldn’t be me” -happy

“for someone named happy, you never seem to be happy”

“not around teenagers, no”

“i remember when you loved me, ‘uncle happy’”

peter texted you every day after that

whenever flash picked on peter for “never meeting tony stark” he’d show a picture of you and him taking selfies in the lab together yes you invite him over much to the dismay of everyone else around you

plus tony was out of town and you were finally trusted enough to be left alone unchecked so like, happy would just leave at the first sign of peter

“that’s not real!”

“jealous?”

you actually showed up for homecoming on a dare (but in disguise)

didn’t wanna attract all the attention, you just wanted a high school experience

but you got called into avengers tower to help move early on :/ bad timing too cuz peter had to fight his first villain and u missed it

“dude, how do you feel?”

“bruh sound effect number two”

“oh my god”

FRIDAY heard him and pulled up the sound and you were WEAK you couldn’t stop laughing

“please....i think i broke a few ribs. cant laugh until tomorrow”

tony offered peter the avengers gig and peter said no, you were very disappointed but u understood that not everyone wanted to be in the spotlight like that

but you and peter obviously still hung out

oh, tony proposed! they interviewed you on sight!

“y/n, how does it feel to know that you’re going to have a stepmom soon?”

“you guys are aware that pepper helped raise me, right? right?!”

moving on, life was smooth for a while, there was some wedding planning, talk of you being a best man (which rhodey fought you on)

“no, i’ve known your dad longer!”

“i’m his son!”

i n v a s i o n

oh boy that was rough

bruce was surprised that you had fucking grown so much in the past 3 years good lord

“y/n...your VOICE”

“puberty, i know. when’s it gonna happen to you?”

“it hurts more when it’s from a teenager”

“uh, did you forget my birthday?”

peter’s back! peter’s back!

finally, man

“spider-kid, i could use an assist!”

“on the way!”

“aliens, why did it have to be aliens?”

up up and away for tony and peter, leaving you on the ground with all the earthly chaos and fear

“you two are the absolute worst, you know that? DAD, PETER, GET BACK DOWN HERE”

“no can do, kid. i—” *cuts off*

“oh great, no service on the space donut, huh? find a damn wifi password and call me back you asshole”

pepper was probably having a heart attack bc the news stations were having a field day but you were one of the only active avengers left, meaning you had to help clean this up

“bruce, we gotta get going”

“what? where?”

“upstate”

patching up the avengers as best as you could to take care of the threat

but you guys always win, this should be a cake walk, right?

wrong.

this was bad, very bad

after a lengthy battle with thanos in wakanda, you had failed. thanos got the stones, he snapped. the world was in ruins. but you didn’t get to see that part

you dusted away

“tell dad i’m sorry and i love him”

tony finally came back to earth hoping to see you, but upon seeing pepper’s face, he knew you were gone

“he did everything he could, tony! he didn’t deserve it!”

she was extremely upset, she saw you like a son of her own

soon, her and tony restarted their life and had a daughter, dad always wondered what it’d be like to have a little girl. it was different, it really was

she was eager to meet you

morgan stole pictures of you to hang up in her room

“when i meet y/n, im gonna give him a big hug! then we’ll have a tea party!”

tony has a picture of you and peter in the kitchen, he misses the two of you, but found comfort in the fact that you may be with each other

an ounce of hope, he had to try something

save his only son, and his other son

when he got to 2012, he was disappointed that he hadn’t let you become an avenger yet because he couldn’t see you here

yada yada he fucked up now he’s in the 70s and he fixed the fuck up and now hes in 2023

and bruce snapped

and you were all brought back and the way you kicked ass was inspiring

tony had to see his son now. right now.

“y/n, dear god! you’re okay! oh, man. i love you so much, kid. i missed you”

“i love you too. and i can’t believe you went to space without me, meanie”

“get over it”

ah, back to old times

peter and you obviously had to team up for this one! come on, what a story to tell!

and then, a snap and the warriors began to fade. you turned around and saw him on his knees

“no...”

you rushed over to where peter already was and tried to hold back tears, to be strong for him

“hey, dad. i’m here. no more missed goodbyes, okay? i’m here.”

you sat beside him and held his hand while the rest of your family made their peace with him and he finally slipped away

“y/n...are you okay?” -peter

“not even a little”

peter was worried about you, but you were worried about peter

mutual worry

meeting morgan was...surprising

pepper forgot to tell you they had a daughter while you were gone

she was so sweet and for the first month you lived at the cabin, she slept in your room

you got NO space

“i love you y/n”

“love you too” *thinking about dad bc she just reminds you of him so much*

“i love you y/n”

“love you too, morgan”

over and over

peter and you had sleepovers a lot, usually at his house bc you were the only one besides ned allowed over bc of all the spider-stuff

ned fanboyed over you

also sleepovers at peter’s were a nice break from being at tony’s cabin where you were constantly reminded that he wasn’t there

“y/n, i’m going to europe for a field trip! it’s gonna be awesome!”

“dude, you’re gonna love it. are you bringing your suit?”

“no, this is my offical vacation. no spider-manning”

“good for you, man!”

peter sent you all the pictures he took on his phone

all of them

Peter-Man: And this one is me and Ned in our crappy hotel room. And here’s the river. And here’s MJ covered in birds, and here’s the airplane, Mr. Harrington fell asleep on me

you had to come to europe once you heard what was going on

happy and you picked up peter and he was a mess

“you gave away dad’s glasses?”

“i think we’re past the point that i am not smart”

“jesus, peter. you should have called me about them. i would have taken them off your hands if you weren’t ready for them”

having to make sure that you guys didn’t get hurt bc this was honestly your guy’s first solo pair-up

there wasnt much backup here

finally, you defeated the evil (who apparently held a very large grudge against you. sorry mister beck) and were able to go back home

“call me if you need anything, pete”

“i will. i promise.”

and the next thing you know...peter’s identity was exposed

“i left him alone for one day!”

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pinkykitten · 4 years

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Live ur Life

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington x latina plus size! female reader

Warning: cursing

Specifics: plus size reader, mexican reader, latin reader, one-shot, romance, fluff, comedy, angst

People: steve, joyce, jonathan, nancy, will, el

Words: 2,318

Requested: By @glimmercrest I can’t live my life without requesting a masterpiece from you. Steve Harrington x Latina plus size reader? reader is a chola but minus the bad makeup. A badass reader who isn’t insecure but is still aware that they aren’t what guys look for. Reader is grunge rebel mechanic biker type also childhood friends with the Byers family and friends with Nancy. Reader begins 2 like Steve after the chaos.They don’t pursue their feelings even tho their friends know. Maybe Steve starts to notice them too?

Authors Note: so this is after season 3. i know anything about cars, mechanics nothing, nada so forgive me if i sound like a total dumb a*s. also i really got the feels with this one and got a bit philosophical.

“Papa, can you hand me that wrench over there?” You asked, your arm waiting patiently stretched out from under the car of the old lady that worked at a laundry mat across the street named Alondra. You worked for your father at his mechanic shop.

Your father quickly got the wrench for you. “Mira, y/n.”

You smile as you got to work on your passion. You were taught at a young age how to fix cars, motorcycles, anything with an engine and you loved that greasy life style. Your father always wanted boys but instead he got you. Lets just say when it came to cars, you were better than sons.

“Okay mi amor. Your car looks good and you’ve kept it in great shape. She’s a beauty.” You wiped your hands getting the grease off as you unraveled your hair from the bun it was in.

“Bueno, adios Alondra,” you smiled to the old lady, giving her a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Gracias mija, say, my grandson is visiting us for the weekend, how about you two go out for the night and spend time together? You are very beautiful and he is so sweet, and strong.”

You laugh as you kiss her cheek again, “goodbye Ms. Alondra.” You knew she was trying to play matchmaker.

“Y/n, someone in the front of the store is waiting for you.” Your father played with his toothpick between his mouth.

You waved to Alondra and walked to the mystery person.

The front door opened making a chiming sound as you saw that it was Nancy.

“Hey girl, how’s everything?”

Nancy turned around with tears falling from her eyes. It looked like she was crying a lot. “I can’t believe he’s going to leave.” She ran to you with opened arms and cried into your shoulder. “Why does it have to be him?”

You were so caught up in work and making sure your friends and yourself were okay mentally from all the chaos that happened, especially with Max losing her brother that you forgot about the Byers family moving away and El. It was a shock to all and you were devastated as well. Jonathan was like a brother to you. He was your best friend even before all this and the Byers family was like your second home.

You comforted Nancy saying, “I know baby, I know. Listen, things are going to be hard and they are going to be sh*t but you are strong, you are a strong woman you hear me. You are going to get through this because you have me. I’m here for you girl.” You rubbed her hair with your acrylic nails, feeling so sorry for your best friend. You know Jonathan meant so much to her. They were so cute together and they belonged to one another.

After you comforted her and soothed her to relax she sat beside you on a crate as you brought coke for you both to enjoy and talk.

“Its going to be hard for me to say goodbye. I don’t know if I can do it.” Nancy looked at the oncoming traffic, trying to take her mind off of the sadness.

“Yeah I feel ya,” you took a swig. “They meant a lot to me. Life ain’t gonna be the same without them, you know. They made me feel welcomed in a town where nobody really looked like me. Not only am I fat but I am Mexican, they ain’t nobody like me here. I felt like an outsider and they took me and my family in without a second thought.”

“You’re pretty bad a*s and beautiful.” Nancy chuckled.

You giggled, “yeah, unfortunately Joyce gotta work some things out. After Hopper’s death she needs time. Time has a way of healing wounds but this just shows me that life is precious and its short and you gotta make the best of it.”

“By making the best of it do you mean with Steve?” Nancy wiggled her eyebrows.

Nancy knew you’ve had a crush Steve. You were always friends with him and never really liked him but it was after all the chaos that you saw his true colors and how happy he made you feel. You slapped Nancy’s leg, “da*n girl you too much!” You were silent. “You never know though where life can take you.”

Later that day was the moving day. Nancy had told you to come even though you rather had said your goodbyes on the phone so no one could see you cry, but you knew you would have regretted it. You drove over to the Byers house in your motorcycle and everyone was there. They were already crying, holding hands, hugging. It all was too much for you. You stormed quickly in their empty house. Shocked by how vacant it was. You remembered all the memories here. All the good times you all shared. It seemed like yesterday. You stood in the bathroom looking at yourself in the mirror. You tried to not cry so your makeup wouldn’t get ruined but it was tough. You finally let it all out but somebody wrapped you up in their arms.

“C’mon you can’t be crying. I’ve never seen you cry.” Jonathan held your face in his hands, smirking.

“I hate you sometimes Byers,” you giggled but then cried again. “Why do you have to go?” You hugged him tightly not wanting him to go.

“I have to breathe you know.” he laughed but as you looked up at his face you could tell he wanted to cry as well.

“Dude, you know I got you. You grown, he*l if you want to stay I got an extra room at my house, he*l you could sleep in my bed if you want just please don’t leave me.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Jonathan wiped your tears away. “I’m not leaving you. I might be a ways away but I’m still going to call you everyday to make sure you didn’t beat someones a*s. Besides, my mom needs me. Especially right now, she really needs me.”

You nodded, “I know. There’s just so much I want to say but there is such little time.”

Jonathan hugs you, “we got time. This is not a goodbye, this is a see you later.”

“You better visit dam*it! And you better call everyday cause if you don’t I swear your a*s is grass.” You pointed your long nailed fingers at him.

Jonathan laughed but then tears came out of his eyes as he embraced you hard.

“Man, why do I gotta love you so much. I’m really gonna miss you. Tú sabes qué, you, you are my family right? You know life ain’t gonna be the same without you guys.”

“Jonathan we gotta go,” Joyce called.

You walked Jonathan out and everyone was saying their goodbyes. You embraced Joyce and Will.

“What do you want for Christmas, son?” You shook Will’s hair.

“That new bike that just came out. It looks really cool,” Will’s eyes lit up.

“You got it kid.” You hugged him as you helped him in the truck.

“You spoil him too much,” Joyce kissed your cheek as you two said goodbye to each other.

“Hey, since you’re the strong one of the family, you think you can keep an eye on those two stinkers?” You knelt down to El.

El cried as she nodded.

“Aye mi linda, I’m gonna miss you. You are so important to all of us and we all love you no matter what.”

They all went in the truck and were driving out of the drive way until Jonathan put his window down and called you over. “This frickin boy, ay dios mio.” You ran to him. “What?”

“Life is waiting for you okay. Gratitude, okay. We all should be gracious for the time we have. You are going to achieve so many great things y/n. You just gotta go live.”

A tear fell down as you kissed his cheek. “See you later mi hermano.”

In a haste you rode your motorcycle. You thought about what Jonathan told you. “You just gotta go live.” It kept echoing in your head. You stopped your bike abruptly and hopped off to bang on the door.

“Hello?” Steve came out in his pjs after going through many interviews with Robin. “Y/n? What are you doing here?”

“Okay, just shut up for a minute and let me speak. Life is short okay. Its really short and sometimes we have regrets and those eat us inside and potentially kill us-”

“Alright what does that have to do with-”

“Shut up. The thing is, I don’t want to have regrets. I don’t want to live my life thinking what if, what if. I want to live. I want my life to mean something and to spend time with the people I care about. Things could change. Life is full of unexpected events. But I don’t want regrets. I don’t want to regret not taking you out. So Steve Harrington, would you do me the pleasure of going out on a date with this thick, fat, churro of a girl? Cause if you don’t go out with me, I might lose my mind, just saying.”

Steve was hella excited he thought he might explode. He showed off a huge grin and said, “wait here.” He closed to door leaving you waiting for him on your motorcycle.

Steve never really was that interested in you. He thought you were gorgeous but he assumed you would never fall for him that’s why you two were always friends but in the past couple of weeks he couldn’t take his mind off of you. All he thought about was you.

“Ready,” Steve brushed his hair with his fingers as he wore his denim jacket, ready for the date. “How do I look?”

You paused, teasing him as you tilted your head to the side. You were leaning against your motorcycle. Your nail tapped your chin lightly as you made believe to think of an answer. “I think you look delicioso,” you combed through his hair with your nails.

“God talk Spanish to me,” he bit his lips and humped the air jokingly. “What did you say though?”

You hopped on your bike and raised your thin eyebrows, “pero you don’t know? A woman my dear Steve doesn’t ever share her secrets.” You winked. “Now hop on.” You hit his butt.

He climbed behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I think I could get used to it.”

“Here, wear this” You gave him your helmet. “Lets ride!”

You stopped at a comfy Mexican food truck. “My cousin owns this bad boy.” You slapped the truck. “Hey papo, what do I got to do to get some good food up in here?”

Your cousin’s head popped out with a smile and he ushered you to sit stating the food was on the house and saying he was going to get the best of the best for you two. He grinned seeing you with Steve, he left mumbling, “finally ella tiene un novio.”

“Wow this place is really cool.” Steve looked around.

“I’m glad you like it,” you opened up a soda taking a huge chug.

“I heard Jonathan moved today. I know you guys were close. How was it?”

You bit your nails as you tried to stay cool.

Steve grabbed your hands, “its okay not to be okay.”

You faked smiled. “It was tough. He’s been there for me through a lot. He’s a good person.”

“Sorry about how I acted when I was young. I was a huge-”

“D*ck?”

He chuckled, “yeah thanks for that but honestly I was. I was really mean and acted super selfish and like I was entitled and sh*t but I’m so glad I’ve changed. I’m done with that Steve. Do you think I’ve changed?”

“Definitely. 100 percent. I remember you used to make fun of my weight and just make fun of me but now you’re pretty rad.”

“Sh*t I’m sorry. God I hate myself sometimes.” His head fell into his hands.

“Stop. Sometimes we do things we’re not proud of. We’re not perfect, the important thing is if we change. I’ve changed. I remember I was this insecure little b*tch when I was young. I hated how I let people walk all over me and that I thought I didn’t deserve love or happiness. I changed and I’m never going to think like that again.”

Suddenly, these group of guys started to point and laugh at you. They made fun of your outfit and your weight. You rolled your eyes. “Excuse me.”

“No excuse me,” Steve stood up to those guys. “Why don’t you guys just leave her alone? You think you’re way better than anyone else but you all just need to get the h*ll out of here. Why don’t you go to the mirror and make fun of yourself? That would be super entertaining.”

The guys shut up as Steve smirked at you. “Needed to teach those guys a lesson.”

“Not bad Harrington, not bad.”

You two ate your dinner while your cousin blasted the news to all your family members and they are setting up the wedding date and everything.

“I’m stuffed,” you hopped on your motorcycle. “Where to now Steve?”

Steve went behind you and rested his hands near your butt. “Why don’t we be like those cheesy movies and ride to a cliff or to a part where it looks over the town. Maybe make out there or talk who knows, wherever the wind takes us and we can just chill.”

You bit your lip as you grinned, “eh, its only 10:15. I got time to spare.” You revved up your bike and set off to your destination, ready to start this new journey called life.

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soulwounds · 4 years

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--------- 「 richard madden , 30 , cis male + he/him 」 did you know 𝘉𝘖𝘓𝘋 𝘎𝘙𝘠𝘍𝘍𝘐𝘕𝘋𝘖𝘙'𝘚 real name is 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐆𝐑𝐘𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐑 ?! around the island they seem to be quite brave , but also stubborn , but it makes sense given they are a HIGH SCHOOL TEACHER and come from 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 . you can hear 𝙶𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 & 𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙳 by 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙴𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚃𝙽𝙴𝚈 blasting from their house , but be careful ! they can be agitated as nightmares bring back memories of ROWENA’S DEATH . even so , it’s impossible to see 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒏 , 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 , 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅 , 𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 and not think about them .

full name : godric magen gryffindor stark . alises : n/a . age : thirty . gender & pronouns : cis male , he / him . sexual & romantic orientation : bisexual / biromantic . species : human / wizard . identifying marks : a scar over his right collar bone as well well as another on his thumb . both are small cuts . a tattoo of a sword along his left forearm , the hilt starting at his elbow & the tip at his wrist .

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐑 ?

simple , mostly . his family was wealthy but his father passed away when he was twelve . along with his twin brother , robb , godric helped in the household where he could . always a bit more reckless than his twin , godric had the unique tendency to never keep his mouth shut . if he saw something he disagreed with it would be well known & sometimes he’d follow things that lead him to less than desirable situations . due to his hard behavior , godric found himself in a large share of fights . instead of ever fixing this problem of his like his family wished , godric only drove himself to get better at what he did . he wouldn’t stop getting into fights so might as well become the best at them . it came to the point where everyone figured to keep their mouth shut on their bad opinions if godric’s shadow was looming near . in high school he at least put his skill to some better use & joined the wrestling team . while his brother was becoming student body , godric was taking home the national championship for the school . not that he minded . while godric was a good person at heart , noble & chivalrous to a fault , he lacked the way with words his twin had . he was never one for politics .

as he always looking out for & helping the youth , godric went to college studying education . he now works as a high school world history teacher with help from his TA steve harrington . he also runs the small woodwork / metalwork shop electives at the school . though asked to coach the wrestling team too , it’s something he’s debating as not to overwhelm himself . he keeps up with students he’s had , trying to keep in touch with them as he always proved a fun teacher to most .

outside of work & family , godric is a very loud & typically friendly fellow . he’s a bit hard headed though so he can get into arguments quite easily . he’s not afraid to stand up to literally anyone which can get him into bad situations . he loves his siblings to death & is often seen either planning trouble with albus or teaching illyana how to sword fight . he has a sword replica collection ( he just thinks they’re neat ) & lives in the stabler apartments with the company of his cat , lois .

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 ?

first come flashes of happiness in the dream . laughing & little things that seem impossible . but one of the faces , a man who seems so important to him yet he can’t place him , twists & what follows is flashes of colored lights as if he’s being attacked by them , dark castle corridors , & the sounds of shouting voices before a door slamming followed by a hiss until he’s woken up . salazar was once his closest friend in the world . his betrayal & leaving broke godric’s heart .

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ?

to think he had a life beyond this seems so impossible to him . he’s never been the overly curious type for the sake of curiosity , that’s rowena , but these dreams catch even his attention . they feel so real . he feels like he’s forgotten something he swore to always remember . typically , he takes his frustrations out in the gym or practicing with his swords because that always improves his mood .

𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 ?

since jk rowling literally only told us this man exists pretty much then left it at that i’m gonna give you a quick rundown on my hcs for godric’s life in his canon !

he was born to a family with little money , they didn’t even have a family name to them . his father was a muggle blacksmith for a small village & his mother was witch who sold potions . a muggle & a witch together was very taboo for the time , seeing as many places had magic uses burning at stakes .

he also had two younger sisters , but he was the only one who inherited his mother’s talents . though taught how to blacksmith by his father when he was a boy , godric was better at using swords than making them .

his father died when he was still fairly young . to help his family for money , godric entered local fighting rings . though a low place to start , his victories won him enough fame that people from villages all around came to try & beat him .

when he got older , around 18 , it was suggested he enter more legitimate tournaments that could bring him to real fame . he fashioned himself a crest , choosing a lion with the colors gold & red , & chose the name gryffindor as griffins were a known symbol of bravery as well as a touch to his magical ancestors .

he entered both magical & non magical tournaments & became renown in both as the greatest duelist of his time !

anyway beyond his backstory !

godric was not just talented in wizard duels . he can & will lay your ass flat in a fight with no magic too .

he’s extremely chivalrous & respectful to those he thinks deserve his respect but he also isn’t afraid to speak his mind at any given point nor is he afraid to stand up for what he believes in !

funny ! loves jokes . tells bad puns . loves dad jokes . also a big fan of pranks , even if they are childish .

while his personality suggests a dog person he’s actually a huge cat person . still likes dogs a lot though ! spoils lois rotten . makes kissy noises at her . lets her nap on his chest constantly .

doesn’t love like ... to be fancy . but likes objects that are fancy for no reason . ex: why does he have a a goblin made sword with rubies all over the hilt ???

will teach anyone how to kick major ass for no cost .

loves fantasy world stuff ! swords ? yes . dragons ? HELL yes .

very soft romantically will bring u flowers n hold ur hand while staring at u with in love eyes n write u bad poems that’ll make u laugh & he knows they’re bad but he just wants to hear u laugh honestly he’s so sweet .

#inf.intro #❝ 𝑮𝐎𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐂 ( about ) .

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assidvous · 5 years

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* hello my babiess , vee here , u can’t see me but i just did the gross wink & finger guns thing . . . you know the one . / anyways this is my son , my tol garbage fire edgelord supreme ; dominic malvado . luv him , let him luv u . ( his pinterest board can be found here ( x ) , his inspo blog here ( x ) and use this tag here ( x ) as a potential dynamics / relationships / connections page ) anyways ily all , enjoy the mess you’re abt to read , like this & i’ll slide into ur dms for plots !!

+ BENJAMIN WADSWORTH , CIS MALE , HE / HIM , WITCH . deep in the pacific northwest lives dominic arrio malvado . i heard they’ve been living there for nearly thirty years and last saw them hanging around mount peak cemetery , i think they might’ve been up to no good . at twenty - nine years old , nic doesn’t look a day over twenty - one . hope they enjoy their stay !!

* aesthetic ; honeyed eyes rimmed with red ; serving as a cruel reminder of restless nights spent wandering aimlessly as sleep evades , notebooks & pages full of sketches and words left unsaid ; strewn about haphazardly in an unmade bed , the smell of cigarette smoke clinging softly to day - old clothes , saccharine half - smiles gracing charmingly handsome features , alcohol tainted lies that make the stars align for the night but ultimately leave him feeling more hollow come daybreak , old scars marring delicate flesh ; a stark contrast to the fresh bruises his knuckles hold and the bloody split that kisses his lips , the weight of expectations stacked so high that even standing on tiptoes can’t possibly reach , tired hands running through perfectly unkempt curls coming to rest at the nape of one's neck & ink - stained fingertips ; telling the tale behind another's story .

* character parallels ; kaz brekker ( six of crows ) , stefan salvatore ( vampire diaries ) , seth gecko ( from dusk til dawn ) , ryan atwood ( the oc ) , jake peralta ( brooklyn nine - nine ) , marcus lopez arguello ( deadly class ) , mike munroe ( until dawn ) , eddie kaspbrak ( it ) , steve harrington ( stranger things ) , jess mariano ( gilmore girls ) , nicholas scratch ( the chilling adventures of sabrina ) .

* trigger warning ; child abuse , domestic violence , neglect , death , alcohol & drug use .

+ the malvado name is one that’s been around for centuries , dating back to the early 1500s . a very powerful , incredibly successful and highly feared family . known for their proficiencies in dark magic , they did everything they could to get ahead , unrelenting and ruthless . if you stood in their way , it wouldn’t be for long .

+ dominic’s parents got married at a very young age . a loveless arranged marriage brought to be by their two respective covens as a show of ‘ good faith ’ and peace . the son of a great warlock and the daughter of a powerful witch , together they would stand and show them all that no matter the differences , the two covens could coexist .

+ not long after their marriage , dominic�� was born . an heir to what they would leave behind , a soft small boy that would carry on the malvado name . do right by them , make them proud . and so he would try , doing whatever his father would ask of him , without question . keep quiet , play nice , “ don’t make me tell you again ” . his father was , after all , a prodigy , a manipulator and a good one at that . and every day dominic would grow to look more and more like his father . ( a carbon copy of bad decisions and regrets that he only would later come to learn . )

+ his mother , if you ask nic . . . he can’t remember the last time he’s seen her smile . lifeless and cold , day after day she’ll sit in the same spot and not utter a single word . his aunts would tell him stories of when she was younger ; how her smile could light up a room , and her voice could be compared to that of angels singing . stories of a girl full of passion , and life , who held love for all things , especially small and beautiful . for dominic , hard to believe . . he’s only ever known her this way , to him , she’s always been melancholy stares and dark eyes . beautiful , broken and absent .

+ the nights his father would come home , the smell of whiskey clinging to his breath he would tell dominic about how it had all been his fault . how he was to blame for the state of his mother . she had changed after he was born . had he listened more , had he been a good boy , she wouldn’t have been this disappointed . she would have then wanted him more , cared for him . ( his father of course , was a massive piece of shit . ) nights like these would only ever end one way , bruised and broken , much like his mother . his father would beat him with whatever he could find . for a man so very well versed in the dark arts he never did use magic , his fists were enough . it’s here dominic learned how to fight , and never really stopped since .

+ once school started for dominic it meant more freedom , away from the toxic environment he calls a home and away from the man that breathes down his neck ever moment of every day . do better , be better , be stronger , learn more . too many expectations thrust upon a little boy . as dominic grew older he started listening less and less . rebelling , first in small ways and slowly but gradually less subtle and harder to ignore . the consequences not really mattering to him anymore , having become more than used to the punishments he would endure at the hands of his father . his body a battleground of scars to show for his work . he would become his own person , not the person he had been groomed to be since birth . he had been living his life for his father , and his father couldn’t have cared less about what this meant for his son . he would take back his life piece by broken piece and glue it all together again .

+ a year before dominic’s 18th birthday his mother passed away . unusual for a witch of her age but the truth was she had died a long time ago . no one thought about it twice , and some even saw it as a relief . for years everyone had watched his mother deteriorate . after that , there was nothing keeping dominic at home anymore . he barely returned back there except from night to night , using it merely as a place to sleep . some nights not even bothering to return at all . come his eighteenth birthday nic was out of the malvado house . by this time nic was far too old to control and as much as he tried his father saw that it had no use left . he had lost him , rightfully - fucking - so .

+ dominic was supposed to be a leader . . like his father . always like his father , a fighter , a fraud , a fucking monster . it had become everything he had grown to hate . but as much as he loathed it there was something underneath , a feeling he couldn’t quite pinpoint , something dark , something dangerous he wouldn’t dare admit . mostly because he was afraid yet mesmerized by the power that he felt growing inside of him . he’s yet to love anyone but the rush , the high that accompanies a fight , a magicless fight , bare hands , skin to skin , the sound of cracking bones and the smell of fresh blood . . . it’s the closet he likes to think he’ll ever come .

+ after that , finding a job was easy , he started small , an apprenticeship at the local tattoo parlour that over the years grew into so much more . ( dark ) magic infused tattooing had never been this interesting and he was the best at what he did . his own skin turned from a cemetary of scars to the canvas he had been looking for all along . people expected much of him , a big speaker a born to be leader , to be this malvado heir , this regal , lavish thing , but he’s all hoodies and leather jackets , bruised knuckles and split lips , dark alleyways and illicit drugs . a far cry from the boy who used to sit back and be quiet , do as daddy said .

* personality : on the exterior dominic is a charismatic & intelligent guy ( like all malvado men ) that has the world at his fingertips . however the deeper you go the more pain you’ll find . this is one of the reasons why nic’s very guarded by nature ( as well as because he doesn’t want anyone to discover who he really is behind the facade . ) at times explosive , ( fight him pls !!! ) his patience with certain things has grown thinner over the years and he tends to be easily agitated . as stubborn & sarcastic as they come , uses humor as a form of self preservation . though a total charmer he does suffer from ‘ sloppy bitch ’ syndrome and tends to self - sabotage a good thing when the realisation hits him . likes picking fights and petty arguments just for shits & giggles . his loud mouth has gotten him into trouble before but being the suave little fucker he is he tends to talk himself out of shit easy . because he hasn’t had many real or serious relationships he isn’t inclined to allow himself to form deep or more intimate bonds , ( afraid that if he lets his guard down and enjoys himself or lets himself be happy it’ll all disappear and he’ll be left alone , again . ) but the people he is close with he trusts unconditionally , and would p much die for them .

#inferisintro #did i let myself go wit this a lil???#ya definitely #do i care????#no waiii #luv my son pls #that is all #gOOdnight <3

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hopewritcs · 6 years

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dancing in the kitchen. three.

pairing: romantic steve x reader, familial dustin x reader

word count: 1.9k

summary: without giving too much away: the reader is Y/N Henderson, Dustin’s older cousin who’s staying in town, due to some family issues. takes place soon after s2.

note: here’s chapter three! i’m legit blown away by the responses y’all. ur the best!!!

other chapters: masterlist

tag list: @stevieboyharrington, @lola-winston-harrington, @fuckthatfeeling, @thekidsofneibolt, @labgeek, @tyedyedstars, @samisimportant (if you wanna be added to the tag list, let me know!!)

Y/N couldn’t remember the last time she laughed this hard. Whether it was Lucas and Dustin’s squabbling, or Max besting the boys, or the comments Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve would make, she was happier than she had been in a while. Just as she was about to make a comment herself, she heard Mrs. Wheeler calling from the top of the stairs. Aunt Claudia was on the phone. Y/N noticed Dustin hadn’t moved, his eyes focused on the game at hand. She giggled, ruffling his hair as she walked by him heading up the stairs.

Y/N thanked Mrs. Wheeler before taking the phone, “Hi Aunt Claudia.”

“Y/N, sweetie.” Her aunt began, and Y/N could already see where this was going. “I’m just about to leave Mary’s now, so I’ll be home late.”

“That’s fine Aunt Claudia.” Y/N said, waving her hand as she spoke. “How’s the new kitten?”

“Oh, such a little darling! I took some polaroids of him to show you and Dusty!” Aunt Claudia gushed. “Well, I better get on the road or else I won’t make it before midnight. Tell Dustin I love him and I’ll see him in the morning.”

“Of course. Drive safe, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight, Y/N. I love you.” Claudia ended the call.

“I love you too Aunt Claudia.” Y/N smiled softly to herself before hanging up the phone. The girl bounded back downstairs and grabbed Dustin’s face, pressing a big kiss to his cheek.

As the group around him laughed, Dustin turned to Y/N, “What was that for?”

“Your mom says she loves you and she’ll see you in the morning.” Y/N said, ruffling his curly hair and taking a seat on the couch next to Nancy once again.

Dustin nodded, but he seemed to easily slip right back into the game he’d been playing with his friends.

Y/N could remember when all the boys did was play outside and she’d chase after them. She spent so much time with her cousin in Hawkins that it had almost felt like home for the longest time. And it almost was. At least, that’s what she wanted. Hawkins had always felt more like home than wherever her parents had moved them--Los Angeles, Chicago, Las Vegas, Houston, San Fransisco, New York. Y/N had hated moving around, she wanted the stability of having a home. Not going where the wind blew them. Or, where the biggest paycheck for her father would be coming from.

Y/N had counted days in her calendar until she’d be visiting her Aunt and cousin in Hawkins, always the first one up in the morning on the days they’d be leaving to visit, and the last one to go to sleep whenever they’d leave the town behind. She’d once pleaded with her parents to let her stay with her Aunt Claudia and Dustin too. But they hadn’t budged and continued to drag Y/N around with them wherever they went.

Y/N’s father was a big time corporate lawyer and went wherever the money was best, which is why they continued to move around so much in her childhood. Her mother was a stay at home mom, the socialite type who would help plan galas and such in whichever city they were living in at the time. Y/N hardly saw either of her parents, but she hadn’t minded that in the least. She liked the quiet. Especially lately, when it seemed as though whenever both her parents were home there was a screaming match or something being thrown against a wall. That’s why they’d gone away. But Y/N wasn’t sure they’d come back--at least not together.

There were other reasons why Y/N had been invited to stay in Hawkins with her Aunt Claudia and cousin Dustin, but she wasn’t ready to think about those yet--let alone say them out loud. She’d overheard her mother telling Claudia about it, “Y/N’s had a...rough year. She hit a bit of a...bump in the road. No, Claudia, she’s fine. She just...you need to watch her, okay?” Y/N had walked away from the doorway after hearing that. She didn’t want to think about what her mother had told her Aunt Claudia, or how she had told her. She didn’t want to think about what it was her Aunt thought of her now.

Y/N was brought out of her thoughts when the doorbell upstairs rang. She could hear muffled chit chatting and her eyes glanced around the room.

Max glanced up from the table in search of a clock. “Shit, is that the time?” she asked, standing up and putting as much distance away from her friends at the moment as she could. She gathered her skateboard and put on her jacket just in time for the basement door to open.

“Maxine, dear, your brother’s hear to take you home.” Mrs. Wheeler announced. “Go on down, Billy. They’re all in the basement.”

“Thanks Mrs. Wheeler.” a voice Y/N didn’t know replied, and then she heard footsteps descending the staircase. The door behind Billy closed, leaving the teens alone in the basement. When Billy reached the bottom of the stairs, Y/N looked between him and Max. They didn’t look related.

Nancy seemed to answer her question, as she leaned in and whispered, “They’re step-siblings.” Y/N nodded, understanding.

“Grab your shit and lets get out of here, Max.” Billy ordered, his voice sounding different than when he’d been speaking with Mrs. Wheeler a minute ago. He wore a dangling earring from one ear, and his shirt was only buttoned with the bottom few buttons, that Y/N could only roll her eyes at. “I’m not getting any younger, Max.” Billy groaned impatiently as Max started saying goodbye to everyone individually. Y/N guessed it was to avoid being with her step-brother for as long as she could.

“It was nice to meet you, Y/N.” Max smiled, as she walked to her. Y/N had noticed that as the night went on, the redhead got more and more comfortable with her presence in the room, even asking her a couple of questions too. It had only made Y/N smile at the time, glad the young girl seemed to warm up to her.

“You too, Max!” Y/N smiled, pulling the redhead in for a hug. It seemed to surprise her for a minute, before she wrapped her arms around Y/N in return. Billy caught this interaction and for the first time saw the new girl sitting on the couch.

“Bye everyone. I’ll see you at school on Monday.” Max started to head for the door when she noticed Billy hadn’t moved so she stopped and turned back around, looking at her step-brother annoyed.

“Who’s the new girl? Shouldn’t you introduce me to your new friend, Max?” Billy asked, walking over to where Y/N sat on the couch and looking at her. Y/N turned her attention elsewhere. “Y/N, huh? I’m Billy. When you get bored with these losers, call me.” Billy said to her, a smirk across his face.

“Don’t hold your breath.” Y/N scoffed under her breath as she watched Billy lead Max out of the basement door.

It seemed quieter once the door slammed shut behind the first pair to leave. And after a moment, the kids turned around. All of them saying they couldn’t--shouldn’t--continue without Max. They called it a night and all filed upstairs. Nancy walked Jonathan outside, Y/N expected to say a goodbye out there, away from the prying eyes and ears of everyone else.

“It’s really good to see you again, Y/N.” Will said, suddenly by her side.

Y/N pulled the boy into a hug. “It’s good to see you too, Will. I missed all you little nerds.” Y/N laughed. “Tell your mom I said hi.”

Will nodded, waving a final goodbye to everyone as he walked out the door.

As if on cue, the front door opened again, and a man walked in in a police uniform. Y/N looked confused, or maybe curious, at the new edition in the room. She didn’t really think she recognized him.

“Come on, Jane. Let’s go home.” Hopper said, making his presence known.

The short haired girl nodded, grabbing her jacket from Mike’s hands, a soft, “Bye Mike.” was spoken as she walked over to the officer, a smile on her face.

“It was nice to meet you, Jane.” Y/N said, a bright smile across her features as she watched the girl get ready to leave the Wheeler house. She turned around and waved a final goodbye to everyone in the room before heading out, holding onto the hand of the man Y/N assumed was her father.

Dustin was gathering his stuff, getting ready to go home, while Y/N looked over at Lucas, “Do you need a ride home Lucas?” she asked.

“I have my bike.” Lucas replied, shrugging his shoulders. He’d biked home from the Wheeler house so many times that he knew the road by heart. Besides, he’d biked in way worse conditions than the dark night outside.

“Oh no, you’re not.” Y/N said, putting her foot down. “It’s too dark outside. What if you got lost or hurt?” she shook her head, crossing her arms at the boy. “Steve will drive you home.” she offered.

Lucas turned his attention to Steve, who was standing over by Y/N with a confused look on his face.

“I will?” he asked at the same time Lucas said, “He will?”

Y/N nodded. “You’re house is on the way to Dustin’s. It shouldn’t be a problem. Unless Steve isn’t giving us a ride home.” Y/N paused, turning toward Steve. She realized she hadn’t actually asked him what his plans were for the night. Maybe he wasn’t planning on driving the pair home, he might have had something to do after the game was over for the night.

“What? No, I’m giving you guys a ride home.” Steve said, shaking his head after a moment of thought.

“Shotgun!” Dustin called, running out of the house with a wave to Mike.

“Don’t care!” Lucas rolled his eyes as he called back, turning to say goodbye to Mike before chasing outside after Dustin.

“It was really good seeing you Mrs. Wheeler.” Y/N said, giving the woman a hug as she looked for her jacket.

“It’s wonderful to see you too, Y/N. I’m sure we’ll be seeing you around a lot more.” the woman smiled at her, waving goodbye as she went upstairs to her bedroom.

“Night Y/N.” Nancy said, giving Y/N such a tight hug that Y/N coughed.

“Nancy, I’m going a few streets over. It’s not that far.” Y/N giggled at her friend’s reaction, but a smile was spread across her face still. “I promise, I’ll give you a warning before I have to leave.” Y/N said, scrunching her nose with a wink to her friend. Then she turned to Mike, “Night Mikey.” Y/N smiled with a wave as she bounced out of the house and down the driveway to where Steve parked the car.

Dustin and Lucas both stood outside the car, holding onto their bikes and waiting for Steve to help them load them into the trunk. Coming up behind her, Steve unlocked the car for the younger boys, opening the passenger side door as he walked passed it to make sure the bikes both fit into the trunk.

Y/N slid into the car, closing the door behind her and buckling up, ready to get a move on.

There was a knock at her window and Y/N turned to see Dustin standing there. “Y/N! I called shotgun! No fair!” Dustin whined.

As Y/N replied sticking her tongue out at her younger cousin, Steve closed the trunk and said, “You’re in the backseat, Dustin. Live with it.”

“So, you like her better than me. How is that possible? You just met her.” Dustin complained, mostly to himself, as he climbed into the backseat sitting next to Lucas.

#steve harrington imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #dancing in the kitchen #this ones a little shorter than the others have been but bc i thought that was a good place to end it

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