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miserelysia · 4 years

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“I Watched the Artemis Fowl Movie and It Made Me Very Upset” Liveblog!

So I decided I had to subject myself to this movie despite being Extremely Aware that it’s a massive pile of firey garbage. It was about as painful as expected, so I liveblogged to keep my sanity. Here’s basically what happened in my head while I was watching:

Josh Diggums: I feel so bad for Josh Gad's voice because it's painfully obvious they just didn't want Olaf showing up so they forced him into some terrible Bale-Batman voice that keeps cracking

why is this movie taking itself so seriously

Book Artemis: eternally unathletic dweeb

Movie Artemis: SURFING MASTER

the fuck, Branagh

THIS VOICE IS SO DAMN BAD, JOSH PLEASE STOP TALKING

okay Artemis is appropriately a little shit for EXACTLY ONE SCENE

FUCK OFF WITH FRIDGING THE MOM, BRANAGH

"ur mom's dead and ur dad's gone so ur a little shit" WHAT A GREAT COUNSELOR

fuck's sake

Book Artemis: immediately falls off whatever this hover thing is

COLIN FARRELL. SEXY MAN.

I ALMOST FORGIVE THEM FOR BRINGING HIM BACK EARLY

AND..... KNOWING ABOUT MAGIC

SDJFKSDF

WHATEVER

I WAS PREPARED FOR THIS

this voice is still terrible, Josh. I'm sorry

this kid is a pretty good actor

"all i really want is to believe in you" that was actually well-delivered

"Arty"

OKAY IT'S NOT ACCORDING TO THE BOOK BUT FUCK ME THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS WELL DONE

i desperately need Butler to show up soon tho

I SPOKE TOO SOON

"DOMOVOI" ??!!?? YOU FUCKS

why

are his eyes

fucking ELECTRIC BLUE

HIS LITERAL FUKDFSUCING NAME IN THE BOOKS IS 'BUTLER' IT'S PART OF BEING AN INSANELY GOOD SECRET AGENT GUARDIAN HE'S NOT AN ACTUFL FUCKING BUTLER AND LITERALLY NO ONE EVER CALLS HIM "THE BUTLER" BUT HIS NAME IS BUTLER BECAUSE HIS REAL NAME IS SECRET HE'S FUCKING SECURITY FUCKING DID YOU READ THIS FUCKING BOOK SERIES AT ALL BRANAGH OR DID YOU JUSTDSJFKLDSHFSD:LFSEFAGH

i'm sorry

Butler is my absolute favorite character of the entire damn series and they fucking

can't even get OOOONNNNNEEEEEEEEE CHARACTER CORRECT

SCREAMS

did they think calling him "Butler" would be weird because they cast a black guy?????

AGAIN WHY WITH THE FUCKING ELECTRIC BLUE CONTACTS THEY'RE SO OBVIOUSLY FAKE IT LOOKS SO BAD. IF YOU MAKE THE DECISION TO CAST AN AFRICAN AMERICAN MAN JUST FUCKING OWN THAT HE HAS DARK EYES DON'T DO THIS

THE "OWL STAR"???? REALLY???? WHY NOT FOWL STAR

WHY

NOT

IT'S JUST SUCH AN ARBITRARY DUMBASS CHANGE IT MAKES NO SENSE

PLEASE DID I JUST MISUNDERSTAND THE REPORTER MAN

DID THE CAPTIONS JUST MISUNDERSTAND HIM?????

NOPE IT'S LITERALLY THE O W L S T A R

fuck off

i'm sorry

stuff like that just bothers me a lot

it makes ABSOLUTELY no sense to change it

Fowl Star made sense bECAUSE IT'S OWNED BY ARTEMIS FOWL

artemis has a lot more emotions than i remember him having

i will not forgive them for destroying the Butler/Artemis relationship in favor of a Dad they fucking fridge in the first half hour of the movie

oh boy nursery rhymes as codes

GROUNDBREAKING

i think the fairies would have something to say about you hiding their own shit from them, MISTER SENIOR

it's still a bad voice, Josh, I'm so sorry

okay Haven is pretty nice

"Haven" not "Haven City"

pretty sure

holly being a 13 year old girl is disconcerting

that was mentioned in a review

they're supposed to be Child-Sized not ACTUAL CHILDREN

also "small person = higher pitched voice" is such a stupid trope please stop

i like the Being diversity around the city

like lots of different types of humanoids

josh desperately wants to do the Olaf voice

i'm so sorry Josh

okay aside from the shit voice Diggums is pretty good

lol Cudgeon's already in jail

okay then

i know this is Opal Koboi

meh

i hate her in the books so they can fuck her up all they want

judi dench is batman too i guess

how many cigs you smoke judi root

OH BOY HOLLY HAS MISSING DADDY ISSUES TOO

fucking shit

"you're 84" and you look like a fUCKING THIRTEEN YEAR OLD

such bad choices

every time they say "Domovoi" i--

HISDFHSDHFH

JULIET

SHE'S

HIS

FUCKING

NIECE?????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!??????????

SDFJLS:DKF FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK YYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

FUCK YOU

FUCK

FUCK YOU KENNETH BRANAGH

SHE'S

HIS

FUCKING

SISTER

HIS BABY SISTER HE LOVES AND CARES FOR EVEN MORE THAN ARTEMIS AND THAT'S A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT RELATIONSHIP THAN UNCLE AND NIECE

HOW COULD YOU LITERALLY DESTROY EVERYTHING ABOUT BUTLER AND STILL SLEEP AT NIGHT

eoin colfer i hope you made so much money off of this SHITSTACK

(genuinely tho that's literally the only consolation; now he can write more Good Books)

Juliet is cute but i know about all she does is make sandwiches

so fuck this

judi dench is Good

foaly is Okay

why's he wearing clothes tho

the chutes are a lot more... open than expected

BEECHWOOD SHORT THE TRAITOR

FUCK OFF

WHY IS HOLLY’S CHARACTER DEFINED BY HER FUCKING FATHER

THIS IS SO MUCH WORSE AN OUTCOME THAN I EVEN EXPECTED GIVEN THEY EVISCERATED HER CHARACTER'S DRIVE BY MAKING THE L.E.P. ALREADY HAVE FEMALE OFFICERS AND COMMANDERS

"get out cudgeon before i throw you out" okay they got Root completely right at least

aside from making him a her

but that's okay

because it's Judi Dench

awwwww happy flying scene bUT HOLLY YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE SHIELDED GOt DAMN

“any update?” "yes. i'm freezing" amazing, Butler

i mean dOmOvOi

HOLLY YOU'RE STILL NOT SHIELDED

CGI isn't too bad in this but honestly that's not impressive anymore

awwwww cute wedding scene

troll is about as ugly as possible

LOL JUST FUCKING THROW TIME FREEZE UP LIKE IT'S NOTHING

OKAY

LOL HOLLY GO DEAL WITH THE TROLL DON'T FOCUS ON ONE SMALL CHILD

THAT'S NOT HOW A TIME FREEZE WORKS

i mean it's COOL

i love the little Men in Green zipping around

but it doesn't make ANY sense

LOL SO WHY DO THE PEOPLE THINK THE PLACE IS TRASHED

lol gently floating troll

Hollyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Judi Root continues to be amazing

ok tbf Opal Koboi would be after the Aculos if it existed

OP MacGuffin plots are so tired tho like really Branagh

i love the wings on her suit

ARTEMIS WHEN DID YOU GET TO THE TREE

holly ur a bad 84-year-old officer

LOL CUDGEON IS RIGHT ON

AND JUDI ROOT CONTINUES TO BE

"Not Happy!" lol wat

who wrote that bit of dialogue and said "yes this a perfectly good thing to have her say when she wakes up in a cage"

"mesmerism"

boy i love these exposition dump convos between Mr. Sr. and Arty

LOL "most human beings are afraid of gluten, how do you think they'd handle goblins" is a great line

out of touch, but still funny

...why does the time freeze take forever to generate now when you did it in TWO SECONDS BEFORE

calm down holly damn

foaly's very pretty

sO DID THEY FREEZE THE *ENTIRE WORLD*????????

I THOUGHT THE POINT WAS TO FREEZE THINGS INSIDE SO YOU HAVE MOONLIGHT LONGER

AND

whatever

i love this fucking ARMY coming out of literally everywhere

"TOP OF THE MORNIN'" OH MY FUCKING GOODNESS

whole movie is worth it

for that line

i love that they're entirely in green

and no one ever Shields

ever

they mentioned Shields once but NO ONE IS SHIELDED

BUTLER WOULD NEVER LET ARTEMIS INTO A FIGHT

SCREAMS

"TAKE THE SHOT"

WHY IS THE TIME FREEZE SO EASILY DESTABILIZED

FOALY

ARE YOU TELLING ME NO ONE HAS EVER SHOT YOUR FUCKING ENORMOUS DEVICE

omg no U GAVE OPAL KOBOI LEGITIMATE REASONS FOR DOING WHAT SHE'S DOING

YOU GAVE HER A SAD FRUSTRATING BACKSTORY

SHE'S SUPPOSED TO BE AN ARROGANT SELF-SERVING BITCH AND NOTHING ELSE

TWENTY SEVEN MINUTES??????

hOW DID ARTEMIS KNOW ABOUT MULCH DIGGUMS SPECIFICALLY

lol that is 100% a completely inhumane prison what the fuck, fairies

why does Holly have human music

well i'm glad we didn't have to watch mulch almost eat a dude's head

"My father was kidnapped."

"My father is dead."

"Can I trust you?"

"You'll have to."

BUT WHY

WHAT IS THIS DIALOGUE

WHAT IS THIS CHARACTER PROGRESSION

THERE's NO REASON TO TRUST HER

OR TO NEED TO TRUST HER

THIS IS COMPLETELY UNEARNED AND STUPID

glad holly's entire character REVOLVES AROUND A MAN NOW, BRANAGH

LOL THEY JUST DIDN'T GIVE ROOT A FIRST NAME???

JUDI ROOT CONFIRMED

"listen to us, grunting at each other like a pair of hippos with a throat infection" LMAO

i hope that was Josh Gad improv

LOL HE JUST FUCKING DESTROYS EVERYTHING IN HIS WAY WHILE TUNNELING

YOU DIDN'T EVEN REALLY TUNNEL IN, MULCH

HOW DID YOU COME OUT OF A PAINTING

DO THEY HAVE PAINTINGS IN A BASEMENT???

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE SHEETROCK OR WHATEVER

IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO EASY TO JUST

UGH

FOLLOW THE BOOK

COME ON

MULCH YOU ARE THE WORST BURGLAR

"what would your parents be" THEY'D BE CENTAURS MULCH

is... is Mulch on the second floor

HE TUNNELED THROUGH THE WALL ONTO THE SECOND FLOOR

artemis... just.. lets holly out

ok cool

LOL HIS NOSE HAIRS GROW AND MOVE LIKE TENTACLES

stupid and... funny? i guess

at least Cudgeon is the piece of shit he is in the book lol

oh boy troll time

BUTER WOULD NEVER LET MULCH DIGGUMS PICKPOCKET HIM

"jam all magic" OMFG THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE

BUTLER WOULD NEVER LET ARTEMIS FACE DOWN A FUCKING TROLL

LOL THEY JUST FIRE THE TROLL LIKE A BULLET

A TROLL-ET

DOMOVOI YOU ARE COMPLETELY USELESS WHAT THE FUCK

i wonder if kids even like this movie

omg butler couldn't even jump

i don't understand

he literally DOESN'T HELP AT ALL

IT'S HIS WHOLE THING

IS BEING ABLE TO KICK ASS

FUCKING COME ON BRANAGH

yeah fuck you branagh

are... are the fairies just DYING TO THE TIME FREEZE COLLAPSE???

"goodbye my friend. i'm sorry i was FUCKING USELESS"

branagh you're trying to activate my feelings with this Sad Death Scene(TM) but i am IMPERVIOUS because artemis has had NO RELATIONSHIP WHATSOEVER WITH THIS """DOMOVOI"""

COOL HE'S BACK NOW I’M SO GLAD ACTUAL FULL ON DEATH HAS ZERO CONSEQUENCES NOW THANKS TO OP FAIRY MAGIC

WHAT GREAT WRITING THIS IS

"i didn't cry did i" FUCK OFF

WHY IS IT SO DANGEROUS WHEN THE TIME FREEZE ENDS

WHY IS YOUR TECH SO SHITTY, FOALY

TIME FREEZES AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE DANGEROUS TO THE OCCUPANTS

THAT GOES AGAINST ALL OF FAIRY RULES

...okay and then it just ends..........?

Domovoi: "you have to try!"

Artemis: "i can't, tho"

Domovoi: "it's too dangerous!"

WHAT IS THIS DIALOGUE

WHO WROTE THIS ABSOLUTE DRIVEL

"the aculos for my father"

THE L.E.P. DOESN'T EVEN HAVE YOUR FATHER YOU ABSOLUTE DOOF

holly how do u know how to do this

the... the aculos is just the fucking Book?

i feel slapped in the face

she just recites the words and. and.

whatever

i'm done

GO FIND YOUR DAD WHO'S MAGICALLY BACK

WHY WOULD HE BE IN THE BED ARTEMIS

YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE A GENIUS

this girl who plays Holly cannot act

i'm sorry girl

MAGICALLY BACK DAD

HOORAY HOLLY'S CHARACTER CONTINUES TO BE DEFINED BY HER FATHER

FUCK

YOU

WRITERS

AND BRANAGH

BUTLER WOULD NEVER CRY, DOMOVOI

i like the cool earpiece they gave Judi Root to maybe? disguise her hearing aid?

Haven does look pretty cool

too much water above tho it’s not Atlantis guys come on

"i'm a criminal mastermind" LITERALLY WHEN DID YOU SHOW ANY SORT OF MASTERMIND BEHAVIOR OR CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR

BESIDES BRIEFLY KIDNAPPING HOLLY AND THEN IMMEDIATELY LETTING HER OUT

LMAO THAT LAST SHOT OF JULIET JUST LOOKING EXCITEDLY OUT OF THE WINDOW AT THE HELICOPTER WHILE EVERYONE LEAVES HER BEHIND

WHAT'S THE POINT OF THAT EVEN

THIS POOR GIRL YOU’RE JUST LEAVING HER ALONE

WOW THIS PRISON/INTERROGATION PLACE HAS LIKE

NO SECURITY

HI HOLLY WHY ARE YOU HERE??????

THIS WHOLE ENDING IS JUST THE STUPID CAP ON TOP OF A STUPID SUNDAE

i need to go listen to the books again now

#artemis fowl #artemis fowl movie #liveblog #spoilers #flaming hot garbage #disney seriously who the FUCK did you make this movie for #cause it sure wasn't the fans

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detroitsmashthisass · 5 years

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author: detroitsmashthisass

genre: fluff // Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

warnings: swearing // might turn into a series idk

It had been a quiet, slow day at UA High for you. You were sleepy and happy, a good combination for a dragging Thursday. The warm afternoon sun was beating down on your face from the windows, making you see those funny spots on the insides of your eyelids.

You sat silently at your seat at the Class 1-A lunch table, listening to the loud chatter of your friends around you; your class had become extremely close in the past year and everyone thought it’d be best to sit together at lunch.

Even Bakugou, who was permanently grumpy and cold to everyone, “agreed” to sit at the Class 1-A lunch table. (You say agreed with quotes because Mina Ashido kind of forced him)

In fact, the angry ash blond was sitting next to you, picking lazily at his delicious-looking bento box. Neither of you were paying attention to whoever was next to you. You were too lost in your boredness, and Bakugou . . . he couldn’t care less, to be completely honest.

In your own little world, you didn’t notice the footsteps approaching from behind you until it was much too late. A tap on the shoulder startled you out of your sleepy haze. Expecting it to be Momo or Ochaco asking you to scooch over a bit to make room, you turned around with a lazy smile . . .

And came face-to-face with the boy who was a thorn in your side for the past month; Hogai Nishioka. Nishioka was a boy in Class 1-C. He was nice and decently good-looking, you supposed. Any girl or boy would consider him a standard, appropriate model of a boyfriend.

You might’ve even said yes to one of his offers to take you out sometimes. Key word: might’ve. If Nishioka didn’t insist on asking you out twice a day, everyday for a month, you could’ve said yes maybe once.

Nishioka cleared his throat, turning Class 1-A’s attention towards the two of you. Your face flushed darkly; you did not like attention, especially not this kind. “(Y/L/N!)”

It was quiet for a few, tense moments. Everyone at the table could tell you were uncomfortable. “ . . . yes?”

“Will you go out with me?” Nishioka asked, blunt as ever.

“Just like the last 47 times, no thank you,” you sighed, turning your eyes back to the last strawberry in your bento.

“Why not?!” Nishioka whined. “I’d be a perfectly good boyfriend! I’m smart, I’m handsome, and I’m better than all the boys in your class! Why won’t you go out with me?!”

Your guy friends rolled their eyes; they were all too used to Nishioka by now.

You were too nice to just tell him too piss off; you wouldn’t do that to anyone, no matter how annoying they were. You had to think of another excuse and fast.

“B-Because I . . . uh . . . I already have a boyfriend!” You blurted out. Everyone at the table looked at you. “Yes, that’s it! I already have a boyfriend. Sorry, Nishioka!”

The boy squinted at you, pushing his face close to yours to try to tell if you were lying. “Oh yeah?”

You nodded, trying not to sweat.

“Who?”

You panicked and grabbed the closest hand to you, hoping it belonged to someone who was a good liar. The hand was large, completely swallowing yours in its entirety.

It was warm and pulsating, like it had its own little heartbeat in the palm. The callouses on the hand were rough, brushing against your soft skin and sending tingles up the back of your arm. A thin layer of sweat coated the palm of the hand, but you could care less.

You laced your fingers with whoever was sitting to your left, their larger fingers covering almost all the way past your knuckles.

Nishioka’s shocked, almost appalled face told you that you had fucked up and definitely not chosen one of your close friends. However, you didn’t dare look at the person next to you, opting to keep a happy grin up.

“YOU’RE DATING KATSUKI BAKUGOU?!” Nishioka shrieked, alerting the whole cafeteria that you were “dating” Katsuki Bakugou.

Shit, your face fell immediately. This is not good!

At this point, Bakugou was trying to rip his fingers away from yours, but you refused to let go. Your quirk allowed you to put your entire body’s strength into one area, so you could easily crush his hand if you wanted to. Fortunately for him, you didn’t.

“Y-yes, I-I mean no,” you paused, confused and flustered. “Wait, I mean yes!”

Nishioka turned to a very, very pissed off Bakugou with a large smirk. You prayed in your head that he’d pick up on the lie and just go with it for once in his life.

“Is this true, Bakugou?” Nishioka pried. “Are you and (Y/L/N) . . . an item? Exclusive? Shall we say . . . off the market?”

You turned to the hot head, a pleading look in your big eyes. Bakugou’s red gaze bored into yours. You two stayed like that for a stretched, tense minute. Finally, the boy sighed, but shot a look at you that clearly said, you owe me one.

Bakugou turned to Nishioka, looked him dead in the eye, and said in a i’m-trying-not-to-kill-you-in-front-of-all-these-people tone, “Yes. (Y/L/N) and I are dating. Ya happy, dweeb?”

Nishioka frowned. “I suppose so.”

“Great,” Bakugou turned away from him, making sure to keep your hands locked together right where the boy could see them. “Now get the hell out of here. You’re pissing me the fuck off.”

Nishioka’s footsteps faded away and the cafeteria returned to normal. You let out a breath of relief and shook your head. Bakugou roughly wiggling his fingers away from yours pulled you back to the situation at hand.

“All right, squirt,” Bakugou glared intensely at you. “Now, the whole school thinks we’re a . . . couple . . . and it’s your fault, so what are ya gonna do to make it up to me, huh?”

You sighed and slumped against the table. “Whatever you want, Bakugou.”

“Good.”

(Might make it into a series, as said before)

#bnha #mha #bakugou imagines #katsuki bakugou #love #romance #slow burn #fluff #series #x reader #writing #new blog

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 6 years

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Eventually~ Benny Weir

A/n: This is honestly a mess I’m sorry.

Song Suggestion: “Hooked on a Feeling” by Blue Swede

MASTERLIST

“I’m going stag. Gotta keep my options open.”

I could feel Ethan’s eyes on me, apologetic and soft, but I ignored them. I didn’t care. I refused to admit that there was any reality other than the one where I didn’t care. Benny wasn’t going to ask me even if he DID take someone to the stupid dance and I’d rather him go with no one than have to watch him dote on a girl the whole night. A girl that wasn’t me. That would never be me. I knew these girls would get their head out of their textbooks and pretty bags eventually and see Benny for the total catch he was but until then I would hide my nerd where no one could find him.

My nerd? No. Wait.

"What about you?" Rory asked, turning to me. I hummed, raising my eyebrows. "Who are you taking to the dance?"

Everyone looked at me and I swallowed. "I- I haven’t been asked," I shrugged. "And I d-duh-Don’t have anyone in mind that would agree to go with muh-me so..." Ethan and Rory both threw me pointed looks and I pointedly ignored both of them in return.

Ever since I’d joined their little group, this had been happening a lot. After the girls found out about my crush on Benny, the boys realized not too long after, Ethan being the last one - only the next day. They’d been insisting I tell him, that he liked me too, but I didn’t see it. They’d all said that they weren’t going to force anything or push me to do anything I wasn’t comfortable with so they were letting this whole thing take its own path but it was obvious they were getting impatient. They wanted to see us both happy and they supposed we could make each other happy. I knew he could make ME happy but...

Every time I thought that Benny and I might have a thing, my dopey side came out. I was a lot more like Rory than Benny or Ethan. Not just a nerd but hyperactive and energetic and a total dweeb. I ate too much, too fast, and snorted when I laughed. I talked a million miles a second and knew tid bits here and there about a million different fandoms, never getting all into just one. I made weird noises with my mouth and drummed against every surface with my hands, tapping the floor with my feet when my hands were still. I had a stutter and struggled to get a full, unbroken sentence out to Benny - or anyone for that matter - let alone flirting with him or encouraging him to flirt with me as smoothly as Erica or Sara would. You’ve heard of a man’s man. Now get ready for a loser’s loser. Aka, me. If Ethan was the Geek King then Benny was his right hand, or like the Prince. Rory was the Jester, along for the ride and offering some kind of help. I was a peasant. A no one. I had nothing to offer. No visions, no magic, no fangs. Looked over and useless and easily forgotten. Except that my friends reminded me on a daily that I was important, even if I didn’t feel like it. Even if my social alignment argued otherwise.

Honestly at this point I was just losing hope. I hadn’t had any real optimism about my crush on Benny going anywhere to begin with but these days I was messing it up so much and getting used to the whole friend thing that I was fighting to just make it disappear.

So I didn’t care. I didn’t.

- At the dance, 3rd Person POV -

Y/n and Rory had been so excited for the dance that Benny, Ethan, and Sarah had left the two out of planning in the mess against Jessie. Y/n was completely normal anyway, so she deserved a normal night, full of fun.

So while a pouting Benny waited by the punch bowl for Sarah’s cue, Rory and Y/n were on the dance floor, absolutely losing it. They were both going full out and laughing while the people around them couldn’t help but smile every time they looked over. The pair’s happiness was so contagious and pure that not even bitter couples or awkward lonley people could help but enjoy how much they were enjoying themselves.

Ethan was fine ignoring them, but Benny was struggling. At first it had been whatever as he hadn’t noticed them, but then Y/n’s loud, distinct laugh sounded and it had caught his attention. Now he was having a hard time looking away.

Y/n looked absolutely amazing. Not just because she was dressed up - though she really did look absolutely stunning - but also the energy and the way that smile light up the room... it was a sight. Y/n had always been like that for Benny. Even while he had crush after crush on other people and even before he had really been close to Y/n, it was hopeless. At the end of every night his mind wandered to and settled on one person. Every day his eyes caught most to one person, a smile tugging as he watched and thought and wondered. Now that they were friends, it was even harder. He found himself unable to help himself as he tripped over himself to drop any and every sign to let Y/n know how he felt to try and gauge if his feelings were reciprocated but it seemed...

Well, look at them. Y/n and Rory. Rory who was the only one who could always touch Y/n. Who could always get a laugh and who could always keep up with the fast talking and random references and high energy levels. Rory who could get dorky and loud but who could also be comforting and protective and safe when Y/n got anxious. Rory, who was always Y/n’s go to when stability was needed in the chaos of a problem. The two had been friends forever and honestly, Benny wondered why they weren’t just dating already. Obviously Y/n brushed off all of Benny’s flirting and advances because Rory was the goal, right? No way that it was a problem realizing that he was flirting and crazy about Y/n- a monkey could see how head over heels he was.

So as much as Benny couldn’t look away from the stunning sight of a happy, lively Y/n before him... he wished he could. As Y/n danced with Rory, he felt a little piece of him die. A little more hope lost. Another knife in the heart, a little twist once it was embedded just for fun.

Jessie showed up mercifully (though Benny was probably weird for thinking it a mercy thing for the maniac evil villain to make an appearance and crash the dance he had so wanted to go to and have a good time at) and pulled the two boys out of the room, giving Benny a distraction to clear his mind. Then Ethan got bit and Jessie dipped out as Sarah saved her friend from vamping out.

Now they were all here. Y/n had showed up just as Sarah disappeared in an upset panic, allowing Erica to try and go after her. Rory carried Ethan as he, Y/n, and Benny followed as they all took Ethan home. The night of fun and dancing was ruined and Benny was stressed about his friend. When they got home, Y/n patched Ethan’s arm up. Y/n was getting really good at playing doctor as the extra piece in the puzzle. Without any special thing like Benny’s magic or Ethan’s visions or a pair of fangs, Y/n had taken to bandages as well as stakes and bombs and holy water guns, adding an important piece to their group in a new way.

After he was all patched up, Rory took a seat on a chair. When Benny began pacing, Y/n sighed and grabbed his hand. He looked over, startled. "Come on," Y/n whispered, nodding toward Ethan’s door and the hallway beyond. Benny followed wordlessly because how could he say no? It was Y/n. He was pulled downstairs to the living room. Ethan’s parents were asleep so when Y/n stepped toward a music player Benny panicked. Y/n had it under control though. Soon ABBA’s Dancing Queen was playing just loud enough for them to hear, Y/n smiling and moving gently to the beat.

Fighting a smile, Benny watched for a second. "What are you doing?" He finally asked as Y/n attempted to pull into dancing too.

Smiling, Y/n shrugged. "I know how much you-ou wanted to go to the dance... I figured... L-look, you need to relax and... and there’s a luh-lot of stressful things going on. J-just- just dance with me, Benny. Come- come on." She looked a little exhausted, but comfortable. A world of difference from when they first started hanging out.

Benny smiled, unable to help himself. Y/n dropped his arms as he began to move, both of them dancing dorkily to the music, trying to keep their laughter quiet. There was a tension in the air, deliciously thick and full of something. Something so thick and demanding that it seemed tangible, pushing them closer and closer together until Y/n tripped and fell against Benny. Their eyes locked and both of their breaths caught, hearts racing as they tried to rightn their minds and steady their hearts. Enough beats passed that the song ended.

Everything I Own by Bread began and they both blushed.

"What playlist is this?" Benny asked to try and ease the tension. It only seemed to add to it.

Y/n shrugged, still not moving from holding his shoulders as his hands rested on Y/n’s waist, both of them not wanting to move away even if it had landed here originally just to steady Y/n. "I think this is actually that CD I burned for Ethan a while back. He asked what kind of music I listened to so I gave him a handful of my favorites."

Benny nodded, his eyes searching Y/n’s. "Wanna dance?" He asked.

Y/n swallowed. Her body was completely at peace. As they had gotten to know each other Benny had become less of an energizer and more of a stabilizer, calming and centering in the best way. In a way no one had ever been able to before. Y/n loved him more for it. "Sure." Benny tugged Y/n closer and their holds on each other shifted to accommodate for a slow dance rather than a fall.

Y/n loved him more for it.

As they danced, that feeling echoed and prodded, demanding to be recognized. Y/n thought of the almost three years now that the feelings for Benny had been strong and unwavering, no matter what or who happened. Y/n hadn’t been affected by the love potion like everyone else because the feeling was so familiar that Y/n knew how to deal with and control it. Y/n had pictured knowing and talking to and hanging out with Benny, but somehow he had taken all those daydreams and made reality even better. Y/n didn’t want to miss a single second of him. Of anything he did or said or - just, him in general.

Did Y/n love Benny? Was that allowed? Shouldn’t that be scary since the goal was to try and just be friends? Why wasn’t Y/n scared? Why did this feel so right? Why did it feel like everything was RIGHT, being with him like this?

I would give anything I own just have you back again.

Benny’s mind was racing as he looked at Y/n, his heart screaming at him to do something. Anything. Talk. Pull Y/n closer. Steal a kiss. Something! He was frozen, though. Despite his desperation to be with Y/n how he had been craving for the last while. He wanted it so badly! But he was terrified...

Had he been wrong about Rory and Y/n? If he was, did it matter? Did Y/n think of him as more than a friend? If not, could it become like that for them? Was the look in Y/n’s eye what he thought it was? Were the feelings that surged through him taking similar paths in Y/n’s body? Was there something just under the surface, almost out in the open and swirling through the air but being repressed but heir idiocy? Was this tension trying to tell them something? Or was he desperate? Wanting it so much that he was imaging it? When had any advance on someone he liked gone the way he wanted it to? What if he was wrong and he messed up and Y/n never talked to him again? He’d be back at square zero again...

Is there someone you know. You’re loving them so, but taking them all for granted? You may lose them one day. Someone takes them away, and they don’t hear the words you long to say...

I would give anything I own. Give up my heart, my life, my home. I would give everything I own just to have you back again. Just to touch you once again.

Benny swallowed, leaning closer. His nose brushed Y/n’s and Y/n gasped so softly Benny almost missed it. There was no way. No way this was happening. Both of them were in shock at the show of wanting from the other. Y/n was breathless, air stolen by the overwhelming sensation of the idea of kissing Benny. And Benny was feeling Y/n’s hands tightening on the back of his neck, hearing the swallow and the gasp and the nervous noises of surprise and nervousness. Emotions that must mean approval because even though Y/n was aware of what was in his mind, he wasn’t getting pushed away. Turned down. Blown off. If anything, it was almost like Y/n was a millisecond from leaning in too. Or, at the very least, encouraging him.

Just as a decision was about be made, Rory came in. "Hey he’s..." his words faded out as he noticed what he had walked into, the both of them pulling away. Both were blushing, Benny swallowing and unable to look at Rory, suddenly scared maybe he’d interrupted something that MIGHT have been happening. Y/n was flustered and suddenly moving. Fingers tapping, toe digging into the carpet. "Awake," Rory finished, his expression guilty when he caught Y/n’s eye. Y/n sighed, a simple head shake all Rory got for his silent apology. It was whatever. Let’s move on.

So they did.

And they didn’t talk about the almost kiss again, for a long while.

- Reader POV -

"I don’t want to fight them," I whispered, my eyes on Benny’s angry expression.

Sara frowned. "You don’t want to punch him? Not even a little?"

If I was being honest, I really couldn’t say no to that. "Get one punch in," Erica told me. "It’ll make you feel better. We’ve got the moon stones."

"That’s a little unnecessary though," I hissed, trying to hold myself back.

Erica chuckled once, the sound exploding out of her mouth in a puff of air. "Sweetheart if ANYONE deserves to hit Benny when there’s only one hit to give, its you. For everyone, go for it." I shot her a look and then Sarah and they both shrugged, not caring either way.

Benny made my decision for me. Rory attacked Sarah, who was immediately backed up by Erica with her moonstone. Benny tackled me to the ground, pinning me at first. Sara and Erica turned to me. "Go,” I grunted. "I’ve got him." They paused and I struggled with Benny’s hands not finding purchase around my throat. "Go!" They sighed, shaking their heads and rolling their eyes before moving onto saving Ethan.

It wasn’t that I WANTED to fight Benny.... per say... Maybe there had been a growing need to push him though. Slap him or shove him or trip him. Anything to get that dumb grin off of his face. It came with loving him, I guess. Sometimes I wanted to strangle him. But I never did because I knew it would go away and I would never hurt him. Now was my chance though. To get away with it.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I twisted my body so we rolled, me on top. I used my momentum to pin his arms over his head. His eyes went wide as my moon stone fell out. I smirked, reaching down and snagging it in a split second after letting his hands go, pressing the stone against his forehead. There was a bright light that made me turn away and then he went limp under me.

Okay so many fighting him hadn’t been a good idea. I was out of breath, my hands planting on his chest to hold myself up as I caught my breath. The skull broke and everyone got reoriented once the spell was broken. I was so busy thinking about the stupid skull and the leather jacket Erica insisted I wear and the whole stupidity of my feelings that I’d let take over and this whole, stupid situation... I forgot that I was still straddling a shirtless Benny, my hands flattened against his chest.

His hands rested on top of mine and I looked over, our eyes locking as mine went wide. "Hey there," he greeted, his expression soft and his eyes searching mine.

I swallowed. "Hey."

A laugh caught my attention. Erica approached us, her smirk wide as she crossed her arms, lifting her eyebrows. "Gonna stay there all day?" She asked me.

His skin was warm against my hands and I’d never admit it out loud but he looked fairly good without a shirt. If I was being honest and was able to get whatever I really wanted, YES, I would be staying here all day. But I wasn’t getting or being either of those things so instead I swung my leg over and pushed up to my feet, shaking my head silently and offering my hand to help Benny up. My body was tingling and burning as if my insides were like an annoying younger sibling, poking me relentlessly and going ‘hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey you. Hey.’

Benny took my hand and we worked together to pull him to his feet. Once he was up, I froze as he took an unnecessary step toward me, masking it as a small adjustment to help him gain complete control over his balance even though it was obvious he had had control the second he was on his feet. We both paused and then I moved away, pushing my hair behind my ear and walking as fast as I could.

What the HELL was that?!

Benny Weir was infuriating. One second he was giving you his jacket or almost kissing you and then the next he was checking out other girls and screaming about how hot they were. It was the number one reason why I was so sure he didn’t like me. He didn’t want to be with ME, he wanted to be with a GIRL. Any girl.

It was heartbreaking.

I pulled my guitar from next to my bed, strumming. I hummed quietly, trying not to alert anyone in my house as to what I was doing. Music was my one actual talent. I had so much free time, I had to do SOMETHING with it, right? My dad had long since thought I stopped playing guitar and since he was usually working, sleeping, or hanging out with his buddies he wasn’t often around enough to catch me even when he was in the house. We had a system going. He left me alone and stayed out of my business and I was low maintenance and kept my grades up and came to him if I really needed anything major. It worked for us.

The problem was that since I had gotten friends, he was stoked. He let each of them know where our spare key was and gave them free reign of our house, allowing them to come over no matter what day or time it was. Every time I was happy to see them and it didn’t bother me to have them come in - Erica, Sarah, and Rory had free reign as well since my dad and I had both stated that they had eternal privileges to come and go as they pleased and they LOVED it since it made them feel so normal. It made them all smile because my house was so chill and they all felt normal and free here. I liked how they livened the place up. So I was always happy when they came over.

Except now.

As I stopped, a soft smile on my face, clapping started and I jumped, looking over. "That was awesome!" Benny gushed, eyes wide in awe.

I shot to my feet. "What the h-heck Benny? What are you doing huh-here?"

He paused at my genuine anger. "I just wanted to come over and... I had to do something." He took a step forward but I was blinded by the fear inside of me. He was so close and he’d invaded my safe space. I’d kinda been avoiding him since the almost-kiss and in my moment of privacy and freedom, he’d invaded. I kept my secret about playing and singing a secret so long and now I felt like someone had tugged my pants down or something. I felt exposed and raw and awkward. Maybe more like someone had read my journal without my permission. Not that I had a journal. That was lame.

"Get out!" I yelled.

He stepped back, hands up. "Whoa." His eyes brows rose. "Is this about you playing? I’m not going to judge you, Y/n, it was great. We all have our talents it’s honestly not a big d-"

"It’s a big deal to me!" I screeched, my face twisting with anger.

His eyebrows came together, sighing and shaking his head as he tried to form words to vocalize how dumb he thought I was being. A fight was coming, I could feel it. But then his eyes landed on something else and his face softened, the tension in the room shattering in a second. "Is that my jacket?"

Following his eyes I saw the jacket on my bed, on top of my pillow. Usually it was shoved under my blanket so no one could see, but I wasn’t prepared for visitors. Usually they’d give me a call or at least yell to me before they came into my room. And if it was with absolutely no reason it was on weekends or we were in such a rush with some supernatural panic that no one noticed the jacket. I reached out for it, blushing, then drew my hand back. "Um," I began.

"You still have it?" I looked back at him but he was smiling.

That confused me. "I’ve washed it a bunch and kept meaning to give it to you."

He rose an eyebrow. "You’ve had it since freshman year. Since we first talked. It’s been a while, Y/n."

I blushed, gripping my guitar until my knuckles were white. "I lost it for a while," I mumbled. "My room was a mess and... and then I found it about a month ago and just... haven’t gotten around to giving it back to you." That was true, for the most part. But the really real truth was that after I’d found it I’d begun to sleep with it, pretending it smelled like him after so long, pretending I was... I was...

Snagging it off my bed, I chucked it at him. "Get ou-out," I snapped.

"No you have the wrong idea. You can-"

"G-G-GUH-G-GET OUT!"

Benny stepped back, shocked, his jacket in hand. "Fine," he mumbled, obviously upset. "Fine I’m leaving. Geez, sorry I interrupted." He turned and I waited until the front door closed before I sunk to the bed, putting my guitar down and placing my face in my hands. What was WRONG with me?! His jacket had become like a security blanket and now I felt suddenly cold without it nearby.

Geez I was a mess wasn’t I?

Something was draped over my shoulders as I spun around, jumping back when I realized Benny was right behind me. I looked down. It was one of his jackets, except not the one I had stolen oh so long ago and just barely returned. Oh god it smelled like him. I went to take it off but he caught my wrists. "Keep it," he insisted. "The other one... I didn’t want to give it back." I rose an eyebrow but he just sighed, shaking his head. I let the lack of a reason slide. "I remember when you used to wear my jackets around all the time. I just... miss seeing you in them I guess."

Our eyes met. "Why do you do this to me?" I choked out, my face slack in defeat.

"What?" He asked, genuinely confused.

Since I’d become friends with him, my stutter had died down a lot unless I was really upset and my confidence had sky rocketed. They’d stayed and hadn’t left me, made fun of me or gotten irritated with me. Not even Erica, who had become like my protective older sister where Rory was the annoying younger brother I never wanted but would die for and was glad for every second he was around. Because of that friendship and stability and happiness and confidence, I said what I said now with ease.

"You do- this," I grunted, motioning to him. "Look at me with- with that look. Like I’m the only- the only person you can see. You talk with this kind of voice that m-makes me want to melt and you touch me and m-my skin buzzes and then you say things that make it seem like... make it seem like you like me. You almost kiss me or dance with me or give me your jacket or st-stay up all night studying with me. You remember things that no one else does and encourage me and even kuh-kissed me on the cheek a few times, your eyes trained me like- like I’m all you care about. And then-" I closed my eyes, stepping back to clear my head. "And then you scream at the top of your lungs about wanting this or that girl or how huh-hot someone is or something and I feel so small and stupid and CONFUSED! God Benny just let me know, you know!" I opened my eyes, my emotions suddenly exploding as I spilled years of wanting into one let em’ rip moment. "I’m crazy about you, you jerk! Can’t you tell? Are you enjoying watching me squirm? Are you just oblivious? Geez! I... I just... I j-just need you to stop, okay? Because you’re leading me on, even b-by accident and it HURTS. I need our relationship to be clear and it’s not so just st-"

My splurging rant was cut off as Benny’s hand caught the side of my face, lips pressing against mine to cut off my words. I hummed in shock and he leaned close, his other hand pressing gently to my waist, tugging me softly, as if asking. Wondering. Would I do anything back?

So I melted against him, kissing back. He smiled and my hands rose, holding the back of his neck and slipping into his hair just a bit. Soft. His hair was soft. And he was warm. Warm and soft and goodness it felt so good. I stepped back against my locker and he followed me, pressing me against it just a little. Not aggressively but like he was leaning on me. It made me wonder if his knees were as weak as mine were.

When we stopped kissing, I was reminded that we were in a very public school hallway and counted my blessing that it was lunch so no one was around to see and tease us. His forehead rested on mine, our eyes closing as our breaths, fast and light, mixed in the air between us. "Clear enough?" He asked breathlessly.

I grinned. "You... you... y-you..."

He chuckled. "Take your time."

Instead I kissed his cheek and he leaned away, our eyes opening and searching each other’s. "Me too," was what I managed out.

He nodded. "I know."

Grinning, I cocked an eyebrow. "Did you just Han Solo me?"

His laugh was gorgeous. "Only if that makes you Leia."

"In no world are you Han Solo and I’m Princess Leia. We’re totally not cool enough."

He touched my face gently. "I’m the sarcastic piece of crap brought to reach my full potential to impress a total badass. Sounds right to me." I blushed. He leaned close. "I want to kiss you again. Do you want to kiss me again?"

Smiling, I nodded. "I don’t think you have to ask," I mumbled as he leaned down.

"Just in case," he shrugged.

Our noses bumped into each other’s and we laughed. The bell rang and we parted, our hands falling to our side for a second before he moved to the space of wall by the locker I leaned against. I turned to face him, both of us crossing our arms and looking at each other in a sort of dorky stare down. We were both blushing and grinning and I didn’t know what either of us were thinking but I didn’t want to look away.

"Did you guys kiss finally or are you planning some sort of prank that’s going to make me hate you for weeks?" Erica asked, rolling her eyes.

She said stuff like that often and Benny was always the one to respond, usually diverting attention as he flirted with her, making her roll her eyes again. And then we’d have some epic prank that made her get that much closer to dripping us dry. Or so she said. But this time Benny didn’t even look away from me as he replied, "We kissed. It was great. You’re allowed to be jealous."

Erica froze, looking over at us. Then she was suddenly next to us, snapping her fingers in between us to grab our attention. We both looked at her, our expressions unchanging. "What?" She demanded. "Seriously?!" I nodded. "Oh my god!" She screeched, grinning. "So are you guys official or are we going to have to torture through some more awkward angsty tension before you open your eyes? Cause I’ve had about all I can take at this point."

Benny was the one who acted next, moving next to me and wrapping an arm around me so his right hand could take my right hand, pushing off the lockers and moving through the hallways with me, leaving a soft kiss against my forehead. I blushed and Erica screamed ‘finally’ so loud that I giggled too. "Only if you want," Benny added after Erica was out of hearing range.

I smiled up at him. "I want," I told him.

I guess everyone was right. It had to happen eventually.

#benny weir #atticus mitchel #mbav #my babysitter’s a vampire #benny weir imagine #benny weir x reader #atticus mitchel imagine #atticus mitchel x reader #mbav imagine #my babysitter’s a vampire imagine

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Hit and Run (Steve Harrington)

Requested by:@s-e-x-l-o-s-t ( you should really write an imagine where a reader is friends with steve and the kids and in that scene where steve gets out of the bus to confront the demo-dogs one of them attacks him but the reader gets the nail bat and kick the hell out of it and the kids are like omg wtf the demo-dogs go away and steve just kisses the reader, sorry this is so long, you're writing is incredibly good!)

Summary: You weren’t expecting to spend your evening with a bunch of middle schoolers, and Steve Harrington in the middle of a junkyard, fighting yet another demogorgon. Or demogorgons.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Female Reader

Warnings: few curse words here and there and some smooching ofc

Word Count: 2k+

Note: I changed the scene up a little and made her attacking the demo-dog on the bus! It’s still basically the same!! I hope you like it :)) (Proofread/rewritten: 4.4.19)

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HELLA Spoilers for Season 2!!

You were planning on spending today in doors, not in the back of Steve Harrington’s car with a middle schooler in the front giving you mad attitude while telling you this story of how this demon-slug he found Halloween night turned into a demogorgon. Then how the said demogorgon ate his cat, and escaped the cellar he locked it in by digging through the ground.

“Are you kidding me?” you asked, staring at Dustin with complete bewilderment, “It ate Mews!?” you frowned now, Dustin nodded, and you pouted slightly, “That’s fucked up, your mom came over crying about if we’ve seen her cat the other day!” you pointed, Dustin sighed.

“I know, I know- but I can’t exactly tell her that some demogorgon ate her cat now can I?”

You scowled at him, shaking your head and then looked to Steve, “So what’s the plan?”

Steve shrugged, “We’re going to lure it somewhere secluded and kick it’s ass- you know like last time,” he answered nonchalantly, “You’re here because for some reason you’re really good at game plans…”

“Yeah, so like last time eh? Set up a trap? I’m not going to cut myself again like I did with Nance and Jonat-”

“No-no, Dart is attracted by raw meat,” Dustin cut you off, you turned to him.

“Who the hell is Dart?”

Dustin rolled his eyes like you were too slow of a thinker for him, “Dart is his name, (y/n)! But that doesn’t matter- what matters is that he grew, and now he’s roaming free and we have to kill him before he kills, so if the next thing you say isn’t how we are going to do it, then don’t talk at all!” Steve turned to Dustin like he was about to scold him or something.

You glared at the kid.

“First up, don’t talk to me like that you little dweeb, and second- it’s clear we have to get a bunch of meat and make a trail- it’s smart, but not that smart because it’ll follow,” you said, leaning back and digging through your bag, “Then we get gas like last time and-” you flicked the lighter in your hand up, Steve glancing at you through the rear view mirror, “and light it’s ass on fire,”

“And where will we get that much meat?”

“Oh you know we’ll just find it lying around- hey maybe we’ll skin and gut a cow, Dustin! It’ll be a fun experie-”

Dustin was about to clap back at you before Steve told you both to shut the hell up.

“Obviously we have to buy meat, and you-” He pointed Dustin,”Stop talking to her like she’s some kind of idiot, she fought one before, so she knows what the hell she’s doing,”

You crossed your arms all smug.

Dustin just simply turned away, saying something under his breath about ‘she didn’t really fight it’. Steve turned back at you, winking, you offered a smile before looking down at your feet. In a way Dustin was right, you didn’t really fight it, but you did help Nancy and Jonathan plan how to trap it. (While the trio fought the creature you were knocked out after being thrown, but Dustin doesn’t need to know that).

You let out a sigh. Just an hour earlier, Steve had showed up at your house, telling you to put on your shoes and jacket because he needed your help. You, of course not wanting to pass up another opportunity to hang out with Steve, agreed. That was before you saw Dustin, looking impatient in the front seat of his car and were told you were going to fight yet another demogorgon.

You huffed slightly, and rubbed your forehead. You really, really didn’t want to do this, you thought you’d never have to ever see one of those things again.

After leaving a meat trail (and judging Steve when he was giving Dustin horrible advice and acting like you didn’t hear Steve say he used Farrah Fawcett), you began to barricade the abandoned bus in the junkyard Dustin suggested you lured Dart to. The girl who showed up with Lucas and introduced herself as Max was literally the only one helping you and Steve.

After setting down one of the metal slabs, you turned around, trying to find Lucas and Dustin.

“Where the hell are these two!? We aren’t going to get this done before nightfall with just us!” you called at Steve, who was walking with a metal chair. His eyes wandered around before he spotted them talking behind one of the abandoned cars.

“Hey Dickheads! How come the only ones helping is (y/n) and this random girl?” he gestured to you two. Dustin and Lucas began to grumble and stood up, while you and Max rolled your eyes and casted each other a look.

Finally, after everything was done you poured the gasoline all over the pile of meat Steve had just dropped, and made it trail back to the entrance of the war-like bus, similar to when you did it in Jonathan’s home with the bear trap. You stood there next to Steve, admiring your guys work.

Steve held his hand out, “Lighter please?”

You took it out of your pocket and dropped it in his hand, “I’m going to run out of lighters real soon if this shit keeps happening.” Steve laughed.

“I’ll buy you a new one, how about that?” You shrugged, leaning on one leg, “Hey (y/n), if something goes wrong, you need to protect those kids with your life.” You laughed through your nose.

“It’s not going to go wrong,” you said confidently. Steve eyed you for a second before you nodded, “I’ll protect them, even if Dustin got on my damn nerves…I don’t want him or anyone to get hurt,” Steve chuckled and shoved your side gently. You weren’t mad at Dustin, you knew he was probably mad at himself and wanted to fix his mistake as soon as possible.

Steve gently grabbed your arm, and turned you around. You climbed into the bus first with Steve following close behind you.

A half hour passed, and you sat next to Steve, leaning on him while you held his nail bat, admiring it while Steve messed with your lighter. It was officially dark outside, and you felt an eerie feeling come over you.

“What’s up?” Steve asked because he noticed your body tense up, you looked up at him before back down at the deadly bat.

“It feels weird, everything does, it doesn’t feel like the last time,” you shivered as you felt the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Steve looked forward.

“You’re doubting yourself that this isn’t going to work,” he said, moving his hand over yours as support or something, “like you said (y/n) this is going to work the same way it did last time..”

You hummed, but didn’t think that was it. It was something much worse, but you couldn’t tell what.

“No I think-” There was a sudden loud growl of some sort from outside, causing you, Steve, and Dustin to quickly jump to your feet and look out the window. You looked around, trying to see through the thick fog of the junkyard. Nothing.

You didn’t know you were holding your own breath, and gripping onto Steve’s nailbat until Dustin yelled for Lucas to tell him if can see anything.

“10 o’clock! It’s at 10 o’clock!” Lucas yelled from on top of the bus, you quickly looked in that direction and pointed, “Right there!” Dustin and Steve looked over your shoulder. You could see the figure, it obviously wasn’t a fully grown demogorgon, but that didn’t make it any less dangerous.

Come on, you stupid bastard. Go to the meat. It’s waiting there for you-

“It’s not going for the bait, why isn’t it taking the bait?” Steve asked directly in your ear, you jumped slightly.

“Maybe he’s not hungry…” Dustin said on the other side of you.

There was silence, before Steve said, “Maybe it’s sick of cow…” He sat up, taking the nailbat from you. You looked up at him with a dropped jaw.

“Steve! What the hell are you going to do?” Dustin asked, Steve opened the bus door, “Steve!”

You shot up from your spot after you realized what he was about to do, “Are you psycho?!”

“Maybe I am- just be ready (y/n),” he tossed your lighter back to you. You caught it without even thinking before he disappeared out of the bus. You gripped the lighter in your hand, before following him and sitting by the open door, ready to drop the lighter when necessary, holding your hand out to stop Dustin from joining you. For once he did as told, staying by the window and letting you take care of this.

You watched as Steve slowly inched toward the demogorgon, holding his nail bat before him and whistling to it like some kind of dog. You held the lighter just above the trail you left, holding your breath yet again as you kept your eyes on the demogorgon.

This will work- this will definitely work, you kept saying to yourself.

“Nothing can go wrong,” You murmured to yourself, but that was before Lucas yelled, “STEVE! WATCH OUT!” You quickly turned your head, “THREE O’CLOCK! THREE O’CLOCK!”

Your heart dropped when you saw that there was another, and then another.

Fuck.

“Steve! Steve! Hurry up!” All four of you seemed to yell in unison. Steve stood there, looking back at Dart. All three of the kids were suddenly over you, screaming and reaching out and watching Steve dodge one of them by throwing himself across the hood of one the cars, he whacked a demogorgon that jumped at him before breaking a run for it into the bus.

You grabbed his arms and pulled him in, landing in the most awkward position with him kneeling over you.

He was panting with adrenaline.

“They can’t get in here! They ca-” Dustin’s words were cut off when one started to claw at the metal door. Both you and Steve stared for a second before more began to claw at the door, and then the whole bus began to be thrown side to side.

Everyone screamed, including you as you reached over and grabbed one of the metal slabs to cover the door with.

“Put it over! Put it over!” you cried, handing it to Steve who did as told.

“Go! Go!” Steve yelled as he moved to the side, holding the slab against the door with his feet. You quickly got to your feet, gathering and screaming at the kids to move to the back of the bus.

Steve began to hit the demogorgon trying to get in with nailbat while you hurdled the kids, holding your arms out as some kind of last line of defense. Dustin kept trying to call Will and Mike, telling them they’re in danger. Max was right next you behind your right arm, watching Steve swinging his bat in complete disbelief.

“(y/n)! Your plan sucked!!” Dustin yelled at you, you shot a glare at the middle schooler.

“Oh excuse me! You didn’t say there were 20 fucking Darts!” you spat back at him.

“I didn’t know there was!”

“Will you two shut up!” Steve yelled from the front of the bus, you clenched your fists, trying to think of a way to help or get out of this.

God, this just went horribly wrong. You thought as you put your hands on your hair, pulling it out of fear. How the hell were you guys going to get out of this one?!

Max suddenly screamed next to you, pulling you out of your thoughts and you saw the source of her screaming, a demogorgon was just above you two. You grabbed her pulling her back as Steve came running.

“Out of the way!” he called, standing in front of you and Max.

The demogorgon jumped down, knocking down the ladder in the process. You all cowered in the back, both of your arms holding the kids away behind you, and you assumed Lucas’ arm to be clasped on tight to your forearm. The demogorgon landed on top of Steve, which cause him to lose his grip on the bat.

It flew out of hands as his back met the ground, landing right in front of you.

Your eyes met the bat, and you only thought for second before reaching to grab it, “STAY BACK!” the kids listened to you as you gripped the bat between both your hands and kicked the demogorgon off of Steve, then whacking it in the chest with the nailbat.

It screeched as the nails dug into its skin, and tumbled backwards. Steve leaned up on his elbows, eyebrows furrowed and jaw dropped as he watched you step over him, mirroring him when he was about to attack one.

It stood up, and screeched at you, you swung the bat like a natural, hitting it dead on.

It cowered in the back and you just screamed words that they couldn’t understand, as you ran towards it, swinging at it. Suddenly, another demogorgon entered the bus.

“(y/n)!!” you think Max cried.

“YOU WANT SOME OF THIS TOO ASSHOLE!!” You screamed, swinging at them but missing on purpose so they’d stay back. It was working because they didn’t try to get passed you.

You stepped forward, holding the bat above your head, read to hit them for real now before they suddenly stopped, and turned their heads. You were panting, watching in confusion as the demogorgons were suddenly growling, like some dog who was being called by their owner.

You lowered your bat, furrowing your eyebrows as they suddenly made their retreat. The bus gave one last big shake as the ones on top jumped off and retreated to wherever as well.

You all looked at each other, wondering what the hell happened. Steve got to his feet, and your eyes met for a second. You turned away, keeping the bat in attack position as you slowly crept towards the front of the bus and to the destroyed door. Steve followed behind you, then the kids joined.

It was silent now, the only things were the faint growls outside from the retreating demogorgons. You were the first to step outside, holding the bat ready in case of an attack. Steve was close behind you, the kids behind him and trying to look over you two.

The last demogorgon disappeared within the fog, making you sigh with relief and lower Steve’s bat. You turned around to face them.

“What was that all about?” you asked in a shaky voice. Steve’s eyes lingered where the demogorgon disappeared, then to you.

“You saved my life in there (y/n),” Steve said, completely ignoring your question. You tilted your head, and looked at the bloody bat between your hands. Oh jeez, you really did huh? Steve continued to stare at you, you offered a small grin and he suddenly stepped forward. You expected him to snatch the bat away from you, but you did not expect his hands to gently grab your cheeks and then the feeling of Steve’s lips on yours.

You hummed in surprise as his lips moved against yours, you had no time to process this kiss, but after a second or two, you began to kiss him back, ignoring the “Oh god really that now? Gross.” by Dustin in the back.

When you two separated, both of your lips parted, Steve’s eyes wandered over your entire face, before giving a content smile.

“So who taught you how to hit like that?” he asked, you laughed and shrugged. He just smiled, “Thank you.”

You blushed profusely, forgetting about where you were for a moment when-

“Oh my god-we have to follow them! We don’t have time for this! You two can suck face after,” Lucas said this time, making you two look towards them. Dustin and Lucas looked annoyed, while Max was cringing hard. You probably would of laughed if it wasn’t for the situation.

You and Steve looked back at one another, and gave a swift nod as you handed him back his bat.

Oh boy, You thought as Dustin said they’re going the good ol’ Hawkins lab, this is going to be an extremely long night.

At least Steve kissed you though.

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