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— s.h. | i'm seeing visions, am i bad? or mad? or wise? [part 1]

steve harrington x f!reader.

summary: you're having a movie night with the whole party at your house and you can't help noticing steve is acting different towards you.

author's note: you can't imagine how many times i wrote, deleted and rewrote this piece. at first, i was going to post it as a one-shot, but as i was working on it i realized it might be best to divide it in different parts and i really wanted to know if you liked it, so here it is...

warnings: mentions of death, violence, and blood (Starcourt battle & season 4 ending descriptions), some details might not be 100% accurate; language; descriptions of a horror movie; english is not my first language.

credits to the pics' owners.

🚫please do NOT copy, translate or put my work through an AI.

You woke up with the sun peeking through your bedroom curtains, its bright rays landing directly on your face. You glanced at the clock on your nightstand: 7.24 a.m. You huffed to yourself. 

Waking up this early should be illegal. 

You sat up on the bed and stared into space, giving your brain a couple of extra minutes to start functioning properly.

Today was a special date: it marked one year since the gates to the Upside Down had been forever sealed, dragging Vecna and the rest of its terrifying creatures into the void with it. 

You sighed, thinking back on how you got tangled into that whole mess in the first place. 

Your parents had always insisted you take up a hobby so you would stay active and socialize with other people rather than spending your free time at home with your nose buried in books. Most girls your age were into roller-blading, dancing, or cheerleading, but you decided to go for something different: archery.

During the first lessons, your attempts to shoot with the bow and arrows were a complete disaster. It almost made you quit, being ‘little miss perfectionist’ as Luke, your older brother, often teased you, but a stronger voice inside of you told you not to give up. 

The confidence you felt when you held the bow in your hands and the rush of adrenaline that coursed through your body when you saw the arrow fly into the distance were your motivation to keep going until you became one of the best students. And you loved every second of it. 

And then, one day, your mostly ordinary life flipped upside down (pun intended). 

After one of your lessons, you went to Scoops Ahoy to get some ice cream. It was a warm day and you were craving something sweet. The fact that the guy who scooped the ice cream was very cute was also a bonus. You remembered Steve from seeing him in the school hallways, but you had never talked to him. He was one of the popular ones and unfortunately, a douchebag, so you had kept your distance.

At one point, while you were about to finish the 6th chapter of your book, the power went off at the Mall. You stayed frozen in your seat.

Some guys dressed in black with revolvers in their hands started filling the food court. You took a deep breath and sneaked out to the nearest bathroom before anyone could see you.

Your hands trembled as you slid down against the cold tiled wall of one of the stalls, your heart beat furiously. You hugged your bow and stash of arrows close to your chest. 

What the hell is happening?

You forced yourself to take slow, deep breaths and tried to hear anything beyond the pounding of your pulse. There were muffled sounds, objects being tossed, footsteps moving hastily, but nothing concrete. 

Your mind raced through the possibilities to escape the situation: you could stay hidden until things calmed down or you could find a way to get out without being discovered. The latter seemed the most difficult since you had counted at least six armed men. You took one last deep breath and closed your eyes, deciding to wait it all out.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you heard something that sent a hundred chills down your spine. 

A girl’s scream. 

You swallowed hard, every muscle in your body tensed with fear. 

What if those men were harming that girl?

Suddenly, staying hidden felt like the wrong choice.

You clenched your jaw, gripping your bow tighter as you got up from the floor. You adjusted the stash of arrows over your shoulders and stepped out of the bathroom.

No amount of horror movies and science fiction books could have prepared you for what you saw when you arrived at the food court.

There was a massive creature with long limbs, skin raw and fleshy, which was emitting distorted cries that sounded animal-like, yet completely alien.

You also saw some kids and people your age throwing explosives at it. Among them were Steve and his Scoops Ahoy coworker.

You silenced the part of your brain that urged you to get the hell out of there and steadied your bow, assessing the best shot at the creature. You didn’t know why, but you knew you had to help. Your fingers wrapped around the string, pulling it back as you lined up the shot. You took a deep breath and released the arrow. 

You watched as it soared through the air and landed on the creature’s head. It let out an ear-piercing cry while its limbs moved around violently. It wasn’t enough to kill it, but at least you slowed it down a bit.

Faces turned toward the source of the arrow; some filled with shock, others broke into smiles. And there they found you. Your own face was stained with fear, but you gave them a reassuring nod before racing through the court to find the girl.

When you finally spotted her, your stomach churned. She was being dragged by her leg across the floor by a curly-haired blond man, his skin slick with blackish goo. He loomed over her, his hands closing tightly around her throat and she fought with whatever ounce of strength she had left to free herself. 

Just as you were about to release another arrow, this time at the guy’s shoulder, you noticed the girl began talking to him. You couldn’t make out what she was saying, but it seemed to calm the guy down. His grip slowly loosened. He started crying and then he finally retreated from the girl’s body, as if he was waking up from a nightmare.

The rest of the events unfolded in a blur.

The guy, Billy, as you’d later learn, stood between the girl and the monster to shield her from another attack. The creature seemed not to like that and one of its many limbs lashed forward, piercing straight through Billy’s chest. His body collapsed onto the ground, blood spilling from his mouth. A red-haired girl screamed his name.

Then, out of nowhere, the monster began convulsing frantically, its grotesque shape turned and twisted until it finally dropped dead on the floor. 

Everyone slowly gathered around Billy’s lifeless body. The red-haired girl fell to her knees beside him and her hands gripped his bloodied frame as she cried her eyes out.

That was your first encounter with the Upside Down. 

Sadly, it wouldn’t be your last. 

The party didn’t hesitate to make room for you in their group. The kids were greatly impressed by your skills with the bow. They even gave you ‘a cool nickname’: the Archer. They even tried countless times to teach you how to play D&D, but nothing good came out of it.

Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin welcomed you with open arms as well. Steve, however, took a little longer to warm up. At first, he wasn’t thrilled about the attention you stole from the younger members, especially from Dustin. But after a lot of teasing from Robin about his unjustified, childish jealousy, he finally let it go and started seeing you the way the others did: nice, funny, and brave. And, despite not admitting this to anyone, he couldn’t deny how pretty you were.

Later came Vecna’s reign of terror. It was unlike any other monster you had imagined. He was something far more dangerous, a predator who didn’t just kill but consumed his victims, leaving nothing but broken bones and shattered souls.

In the end, all of you fought tooth and nail to destroy him and the Upside Down for good. Eleven reclaimed her powers, Hopper clawed his way out of the Russians' grip, and you even had another heroine moment: this time your archery skills came in handy to save Steve and Eddie from the demobats’ attack. 

But most importantly, you were able to save Max’s life. The road to recovery would be long but you had no doubt that she would get through it all with all of your love and support.

Deciding that your trip through memory lane was over, you got up from your bed and prepared to go to work. 

To no one’s surprise, you landed a job at the same archery school you had attended. You helped Veronica, your former instructor and now boss, with teaching kids and teenagers how to use the bow. And no, don’t worry, the little kids only got plastic bows and arrows.

You slid into your uniform: a black skort and a red polo shirt with the academy’s logo sewn on the right side of your chest. You also applied a light layer of mascara on your eyelashes. Not much though, just enough to conceal the sleepiness in your eyes. 

You headed downstairs to get something for breakfast. You weren’t very hungry this morning, so you just made yourself a cup of coffee to go. You grabbed your lunchbox packed with last night’s leftovers and placed it inside your backpack. Once you made sure you had your wallet, keys, and your walkman, you slid your bag on your shoulders and went to the garage to hop on your bike and leave.

The streets of Hawkins were quiet, given that it was a Saturday. Most days, the town hummed with people rushing to get to work or with parents running to take their kids to school on time, but today there was hardly any traffic, so you arrived quickly.

Your first lesson began in half an hour, so you took advantage of this extra time to prepare the classroom to welcome your students. You opened the windows, letting the chilly morning air in; swept the floors; and gathered everything needed for today’s routine. 

The first groups of the day were teenagers, so you grabbed yoga mats and weights, knowing they enjoyed mixing archery practice with cardio and strength exercises. Well, in fact, most of the time.

The sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway. You glanced up and saw the first student peeking into the classroom. It was clear you shouldn’t have favorites, but there he was. 

“Good morning!" Dustin greeted you, stretching his arms lazily. "Hope you’re not planning on killing us today." You shot him an apologetic smile as you gestured towards the mats and weights ready to be used. He cursed to himself, feeling defeated. “You know, if I pass out, you’re carrying me home.”

With an exaggerated sigh, he sank onto a mat and waited for the others to arrive. You just shook your head with a smirk on your face as you filled your water bottle.

The morning shift went by pretty quickly between warm-ups, drills, correcting your students’ postures, and lots of groans about sore limbs.

You had a one-hour lunch break, so you decided to pay a visit to your favorite people in the world: Robin and Steve. Another great thing about your job was that it was a couple of blocks away from Family Video, their workplace.

When you arrived, Robin was busy helping a customer at the front desk, so you let your eyes wander around the room to find Steve. You spotted him at the back, stacking movies into their proper shelves. He didn’t notice your presence since his back was facing you and he also had his walkman headphones on. He was too focused on humming whatever song he was listening to.

The Scoops Ahoy uniform was hard to top… for many reasons, but you had to admit that this new one did suit him. Too well, actually. The way the striped short-sleeved shirt hugged his biceps made your insides tickle. And the green vest… Not helping either.

You forced yourself to look elsewhere, realizing you had started to feel hungry, but not the ‘I-need-to-get-food’ kinda hungry.

Y/N, seriously? Get it together. He’s your friend.

Steve shifted to get another pile of movies and saw a pair of feet standing near him. He looked up and his eyes found yours.

“Oh, hey, Y/N.” He said, pulling his headphones off and smirking at you. “How long have you been staring at me in silence, you creep?”

“Ugh, shut up. I just got here.” You huffed, rolling your eyes, and turned around towards Robin, who was now done with the customer.

Steve remained crouched on the floor to continue with his task, but for a second, his gaze drifted by accident from the VHS tapes to your legs, which were barely covered by the skort. He bit his lower lip absentmindedly. 

You were completely oblivious to this since you weren’t facing Steve, but Robin… She caught him right in the act and subtly motioned for him to wipe the drool off his face. 

Steve, ever the picture of grace, showed her his middle finger in response.

“Are you guys ready for our movie night?” You asked, still unaware of the silent bicker between your two friends.

Sliding into one of the stools behind the front desk, you grabbed your lunch from your bag, a simple chicken salad, and started eating.

“Yeah…” Steve replied, approaching the two of you now that he was done. “I’ll bring the food and Eddie’s in charge of the drinks.”

“Awesome!” You turned to Robin. “What movie have you picked?”

“This one.” She shows a VHS box with the words Dead in the Water written on it. “It’s a horror movie.”

“Oh, no Robs. Not a horror movie. The kids are coming too and…” You started, shaking your head, but Robin cut you off.

“Y/N… ‘The kids’ are a bunch of 17-year-olds who have been fighting supernatural creatures since they were 12. I doubt they’re going to lose any sleep over some silly horror movie.”

You rolled your eyes as you rose from your seat to head to the Animated Films section. You looked around all the options on the shelves and ended up picking your favorite one.

“Just in case, I’m taking The Jungle Book too.”

Robin rolled her eyes back at you and Steve leaned against the counter watching with an amused glint the way you slowly placed your choice alongside Robin’s. He couldn’t help finding your genuine concern for ‘the kids’ cute.

You went back to eating your salad, trying not to think too much about the way Steve was looking at you.

Later in the afternoon, you rushed home to get everything ready for movie night.

This tradition started a couple of months ago: all of you would get together at one of your houses one Saturday night a month to watch movies and eat tons of snacks. Tonight it was your turn to be the host since your parents had gone on a little weekend trip, so you had the house to yourself until Sunday evening. 

You arranged the couch, armchairs, and bean bags to make sure there were enough seats for everyone. You even carefully placed several cushions in one of the armchairs for Max to sit there comfortably.

You then continued preparing some bowls with candies, chocolates and popcorn.

Finally, you took out some plastic cups and napkins and put them carefully on the coffee table in front of the TV. You also brought some blankets from your bedroom in case anyone got cold.

Once everything was in place, you went to the upstairs bathroom to shower and change into more comfortable clothes, a black top and your matching pyjama shorts. Despite the warm spring weather you had during the day, the nights were getting cooler, so you threw on a grey oversized sweater that draped just past the hem of your shorts.

At 7 o’clock, you heard the doorbell ring. Right on time, you thought to yourself as you headed to the front door. 

“Well, hello, hello!” You greeted your friends with a smile and gestured for them to step inside. The fact that their excitement matched yours made your heart flutter.

Steve helped Lucas settle Max into her designated seat and you double-checked with her if she needed more cushions. She assured you she didn’t, so you pressed a quick kiss to the top of her head and then went towards the kitchen. A small smile appeared on your lips because of how much better she was doing, despite the casts and crutches.

Steve and Robin followed you. Robin took care of serving some of the drinks, while Steve and you arranged the food into bowls and plates. Back in the living room, Jonathan was setting up the movie on the TV.

You opened the top cabinet of the cupboard to get some extra bowls, but they were far from your reach, even if you stood on your tiptoes. 

“Steve, would you mind getting those bowls for me?” You motioned him with your index finger.

“Yeah, of course… shorty” He approached you with his familiar teasing grin, to which you replied with an eyeroll.

You were about to make some room for him, but he came from behind you and placed his hand on the right side of your waist to steady himself. He raised on his tiptoes to grab the bowls and put them on the counter.

You were still frozen in your place, not only because of his actual hand, but also from the jolt of electricity you felt when his skin made contact with yours. 

Steve shut the cabinet and slowly pulled his hand away from your body. His eyes betrayed him for the second time that day and darted towards your outfit, more specifically to the lack of fabric covering your legs. 

He felt a knot forming in his stomach. Those damn bare legs again. 

Before any other wild thought could cross his mind, he took the bowls that were already full of food and brought them to the living room.

You let out a short laugh, comign out of your stupor. What the heck just happened?

If you hadn't known better, you’d have sworn that Steve had just checked you out. 

You weren’t a stranger to sharing physical contact with your friends; it was one of your strongest love languages, actually. Whether it was a quick peck on the cheeks or forehead, a pat on the back, a slight bump on the shoulder, hands intertwined for reassurance, or a lingering hug, you found yourself enjoying those shared moments of comfort. 

But this… this was new, unexplored territory.

“Y/N, are you done?” You heard Dustin yell from the living room.

“In a minute!” You replied, grabbing the remaining bowls and plates.

It probably meant nothing, right? 

You shook your head to stop yourself from analyzing this further and went to the living room to meet your friends.

Once the table and the movie were set, all of you sat in your usual positions: the kids and Eddie on the bean bags or the blanket on the floor, Nancy and Jonathan cuddled together on the remaining armchair and Robin, Steve and you on the big sofa.

Conversations bubbled up as the snacks and pizza were passed around and the hum of laughter filled the room. 

“So, what’s the movie about anyway?” Nancy asked while she curiously looked at the cover of the VHS tape.

“It’s about a group of friends who stay at a cabin near a lake for the weekend…” Eddie started explaining. “They find a strange old book with texts written in Latin, and the dumbasses read them out loud and then they start dying.... one…by…one.” He dragged the last words to create some kind of suspense.

His dramatic delivery earned a few chuckles, but the kids were fully hooked. They were in that phase in adolescence where they demanded to do adult stuff because ‘they were older now’.

Lucas nudged Max playfully, asking her if she was ready to get scared. She rolled her eyes and gave him an “Oh please” look. Mike let out a yawn as he wrapped an arm around El’s shoulders while Dustin and Will went for another slice of pizza.

“Trust me” Steve said while settling more comfortably on the corner of the couch. “You’re gonna beg us to sleep with the lights on after this.” He shot the younger members a knowing look and you let out a laugh. 

“That’s why I brought this…” You leaned over Steve, reaching for the copy of The Jungle Book that was tucked away on the end table. The scent of his cologne momentarily filled your senses and your heart skipped a beat. It smelled like cedarwood and clove, mixed with clean cotton. You also got a sniff of his signature Farrah Fawcett hairspray. This combination was unexpectedly comforting. You quickly came back to reality before anyone noticed your lingering moment.  

“How old do you think we are?” Dustin threw you an indignant look. “Do you think we need a kid’s movie to lullaby us to sleep?”

“I don’t know, man, but that Bear Necessities song is oddly soothing." Eddie replied, without actually thinking about what came out of his mouth and everyone crackled into a loud laugh.

“Well, enough child’s play. I wanna see some violent deaths” Robin stated, taking the remote control in her hands and pressed the play button.

The playful banter faded as the opening scene flickered onto the screen. The eerie atmosphere settled in as the haunting background music came through the speakers.

You decided to grab another slice of pizza. Not that you were still hungry, but to have something else to focus your attention on. If you were being 100% honest, you weren’t the biggest horror movie fan; you hated them, actually, but you had to play the part. You had faced actual nightmares before: the Mind Flyer, the demobats, demodogs, and Vecna himself. A mere horror movie should be nothing for The Archer.

On screen, the characters had already arrived at the cabin and were complaining about how run-down everything looked. One of the guys mentioned it was better than he had anticipated, given the little amount of money he'd paid for the stay.

“Ah yeah, the ‘you’re about to die’ special discount.” Eddie joked and you all laughed again despite the creepy scene unfolding. The characters found the book and they started reading these Latin chants. Then a faint creak was heard, one after the other. Suddenly, a grotesque, possessed figure lunged into view, its milky-white eyes locked onto one of the male character's eyes and disappeared into thin air. 

“What the hell was that?” The male character asked.

“You’re joking, right?” The girl said, rolling her eyes.

“No, guys, I swear I saw something.”

“Why don’t we split up?” The other guy suggested. “It’s probably just his imagination.”

“Sure, splitting up has always worked out great.” Dustin groaned at the cliché.

You really wanted to laugh at Dustin’s comment just like everyone else did, but then on-screen, the ghostly creature appeared out of nowhere in front of one of the girls and dragged her by the legs up to the lake and drowned her there. Everyone tensed up in their places at the characters’ screams. 

Steve, being next to you, felt how your body flinched involuntarily and he shot a quick look in your direction. He caught your disturbed expression and how you lifted the blanket over your body as a way of protecting yourself.

You obviously weren’t the only one affected by all this. He also noticed Max and Lucas leaning closer together, El clutching Mike’s arm a little tighter, Robin covering her mouth in shock. 

Without giving it much thought, his hand reached out to yours beneath the blankets and you accepted it gladly. His fingers wrapped gently around yours, his grip was warm and comforting. 

You slightly turned your face towards him and gave him a silent ‘thank you’, to which he winked in return and then looked ahead, focusing on the TV again. You managed to catch a flicker of something in his expression. Amusement? Maybe. But also, there was something else, something softer.

You tried redirecting your attention to the movie, but your thoughts somehow kept drifting back to Steve. 

What’s gotten into him?

Your relationship has always been friendly. Sure, he’d tossed a few flirty comments your way, but they had never meant anything; they were all part of the whole King Steve charm. 

And besides, it wasn’t long ago that he was still giving Nancy those puppy-eye looks. You even overheard him tell her how he saw himself in a few years, with a wife and kids, and from the way he said it, it was obvious that he wanted to have all that with her. 

So… whatever this was, it probably was just meaningless...

Your train of thoughts was interrupted with a piercing cry coming from the TV. One of the female characters started acting strange, her voice twisted into something unnatural. Then, without any warnings, she started levitating off the floor, her eyes turning completely white. She let out a guttural demonic laugh before lunging at the group. 

This sudden movement was enough to make everyone, including some of the grown-ups, jump in horror. You unconsciously leaned closer to Steve. Dustin let out a nervous laugh, trying to play it cool.

“Okay, that was actually creepy.” Lucas muttered, turning towards your direction.

Steve smirked and threw him a “I told you” look.

“Ohhh I have a feeling that things are going to get a lot messier.” Eddie commented on the edge of his seat, both literally and figuratively.

The minutes continued passing by and you were eagerly wishing this movie would end sooner. The possessed girl kept appearing out of nowhere and murdered anyone that dared to stand in her way.

The final horrifying scenes flickered on the screen: the last character alive dropped to his knees, exhausted. The cabin around him was in ruins, drenched in blood and chaos. Just as he thought it was over, the evil force surged toward him, crashing through doors, shattering glass. 

You caught Steve running a hand through his hair, something he did when he was nervous. You would have teased him if you weren’t trapped in your own suffering.

The guy in the film screamed, his face twisted in pure terror as the camera raced forward and then… Darkness. Silence. The credits rolled, and the whole group let out a breath none of them realized they were holding.

“Can we play The Jungle Book now?” El asked softly, breaking the silence. The room erupted in a soft laugh.

“Gladly, my dear.” You stood up from the couch, letting go of Steve’s hand, much to your dismay, and swapped out the movie in the VHS player. After pressing the play button, you returned to your original spot. 

You pulled the blankets closer to your body since you were starting to shiver, partly because of the cold, but also from the freaky atmosphere that still lingered. Steve noticed it and wrapped an arm over your shoulders, pulling you closer to him, as if it were out of habit. 

The whimsical animation started playing on the screen and despite no one would admit it, they silently thanked you for bringing this as a back-up.

Not even halfway through the movie, you noticed breaths getting slower and even some light snores. 

Steve hasn’t moved an inch from your frame, not that you wanted him to though. Every so often, his thumb would brush lightly along your shoulder. At some point, your head found his shoulder and you closed your eyes, drifting off to a faraway land yourself. 

He risked glancing down at you and a warm sensation filled up his chest. It’s been a while since he had felt like this. Ever since the debacle with Nancy, despite going on dates or having one-night encounters, he had been cautious about developing feelings for someone, like one would tiptoe around broken glass. 

But with you, it was different. It wasn't something he could've resisted even if he'd tried. He caught himself thinking about you more often: the way you laughed or how your eyes flickered with excitement at something you liked, the thoughtfulness of your heart, how you noticed things that no one else did, how you anchored the group together. You have definitely found a crack through the walls around his heart and snuck your way in.

There were tiny moments when he suspected that you maybe felt the same for him, but to find out, he had to do something. And that was what scared him. Ruining your friendship would be the last thing he'd like to do. So, for now, he decided he'd keep those thoughts in the quiet corners of his mind.

Exhaustion finally got the best of him, and he let his head rest on top of yours, giving into sleep as well.

Robin watched this whole interaction from the corner of her eyes, finding it much more interesting than the Disney movie. A smirk tugged at her lips. Your crushes on each other were no secret to her, not that either of you had talked to her about them, but she knew their two friends like the back of her hand.

Outside, the wind rattled faintly against the windows, but inside the living room, there was only the soft glow of the screen, the occasional shuffle of limbs under blankets, and the quiet, steady rhythm of all your breathing in sync with each other.

☀︎

the end! (of part 1)

as usual, i'd love to read your thoughts on this and if you'd like me to continue with part 2.

thank you so much for taking the time to read it, it means the world to me 💗

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very short blurb | stranger things | physical touch

slight steve x reader

i wrote this for a fic but then ended up going in another direction but i can't help feeling this is too cute not to post, so here it is...

Love isn’t expressed in just one single way. Some people like making others feel seen and appreciated, or prefer giving gifts or offering to do something for their significant ones. Others sought to create moments of connection, not only through shared experiences but also through physical closeness. 

In your case, despite enjoying every form of giving and receiving love, you had always known that your quintessential love language was physical touch. Whether it was a small, gentle or a big, expressive gesture, you've always found yourself enjoying those interactions with your close ones. 

And at first, your friends were reluctant to your displays of affection. They even teasingly called you “personal space invader”.

For example, Robin and Nancy never failed to roll their eyes every time you'd throw an arm around them. Or Eddie would fake-groan whenever you grabbed his hand to fidget with his rings. Dustin would also huff when you stroked his long curls.

However, somewhere along the way, the complaints started fading. They never asked for it directly, but they’d linger just enough for you to notice. 

Robin would rest her head on your stomach or legs.

Nancy would lean her head on your shoulder without a word.

Eddie would bump his knee against yours here and there.

Dustin’s foot would occasionally find yours under the table.

And then there was Steve. 

He already knew he was a touchy guy, but he never realized how much he enjoyed physical closeness until you came along.

He was quick to return every gesture and was always left with the sensation of wanting more. 

Your fingers would casually brush when passing an item. Either of you would play with the other’s hair. Steve would often offer you his hand for you to take when the place was packed with people or give you his jacket when it was cold. You'd absentmindedly rub his arm softly to comfort him after an argument with his dad, and he would do the same when you were upset. The comforting look he’d throw at you, which helped make your world a bit less heavy. 

And you savored every moment.

[linaslore]

sometimes i can't physically wait to finish a show just to read all the fanfics available without getting any spoilers

(ik, i need help)

Normal people: look up an actor to see what other shows they've been in

Me: sees a hot character and immediately researches for fanfiction about them

It's an instinct now.

[linaslore]

Hello! Will you be writing any more Adam Brody fanfics?!

hi, sweetie! most certainly I will :) I just have to come up with a good plot haha

not sure if you're interested, but now i'm working on a steve harrington one, which i will post shortly, and barely started a harry styles one too.

i'm also very open to suggestions and prompts, so if you have something in mind, please feel free to leave an ask <3

[linaslore]

big sister advice: if you're in a bad mood, just play shake it off by taylor swift and dance around your room

[linaslore]

imagine seeing olivia rodrigo, gracie abrams and djo at the same festival

[linaslore]

Writing isn't the hobby. Being insane about little fake people is the hobby. Writing is just the only outlet i have for that

[linaslore]

i started watching supernatural (ik, i arrived at the party 1000 years late) and i'm currently on season 2, but my heart will forever belong to sam winchester regardless of what happens next

[linaslore]

all these pictures from djo's concerts are taking a toll on me... joe looks so effortlessly beautiful hot

i need that man biblically.

[linaslore]

i love how we have collectively ignored the fact that eddie died in season 4 because every time i read a post-s4 fanfic, he's pretty much alive and kicking

it's gonna hit so hard when we watch s5 and he's not there

[linaslore]

You belong with me. 💚💛💜❤️🩵🖤

Letter on my site :)

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[linaslore]

Hi! I think skinny dipping was so well written! I can’t wait for the second part!

awww, thank you so much sweetheart! this means a lot to me 🩷 i haven’t started wiring the second part yet because i’ve gone on holidays but i’ll get back to it as soon as i get back

[linaslore]

— h.s. | skinny dipping [part 1]

harry styles x f!reader

summary: harry and you used to be best friends when you were teenagers, but then you had a fight, which resulted in you drifting apart... until, years later, you bump into each other at a coffee shop. is it all water under the bridge now?

author's note: i wrote this in two or three days after being stuck in a writer's block for some time and i have to admit, i'm pretty proud of it. it's a combination of different songs and bits and pieces of personal experiences as well. i hope you enjoy it!

warnings: some angst, language, slight mentions of bullying and parents' divorce. some details might be innacurate. english is not my first language. credits to the pics owners.

🚫do NOT copy, translate or put my work thru an AI.

Moving was hard enough, but moving to another country? That was a whole new level. Understatement of the century, I know. 

You had moved to Madrid a couple of months ago to continue your studies in Literature and you were very happy with that decision. Why wouldn’t you be? It involved new people, learning and trying to communicate in a language that wasn’t yours, new food, new music… But this week… this week was tougher than others because it was tainted with homesickness – you missed your home in England. You missed your parents, your dogs, your best friends, you even missed your little brother, who got on your nerves most of the time, but you still loved him with all your heart, of course. Even though you had work and your studies to keep your mind busy, there was still a dark cloud above your head filled with nostalgia, loneliness, and sadness that followed you around. 

On Saturday morning, you woke up at 9 a.m., with faint sun rays peeking through your curtains, and, right there, you decided you didn’t want to be all mopey anymore. 

You grabbed your phone, opened the trains app and checked what it offered. You opted for buying tickets to a town called Chinchón – it was only one-hour away from Madrid and from the photos you saw on the Internet, it looked picturesque. Going on a one-day trip to a beautiful town, wandering through its streets full of history and interesting architecture, eating good food and getting some vitamin D was exactly what you needed to remedy your aching heart.

After having a shower, you got dressed in your usual comfortable outfit: a pair of black denim trousers, a white t-shirt and your favorite baby blue jumper. Trainers were a must on this occasion so you put on your black pair of Adidas. You went easy on the make up: a lick of mascara and a touch of pink glossy lip balm. You went for a classic braid and took out some strings of hair in the front to accentuate your face. 

Then, you proceeded to gather everything you might need for the day ahead: your purse, water bottle, some snacks for the train ride, your headphones, your sunglasses, the book you were currently reading, your journal, and some pens. 

Once you were all set, you stepped out of your house and went to the train station. You had a feeling today was going to be interesting.

And little did you know…

The train ride to Chinchón was smooth and uneventful. The rhythmic clatter of the wheels on the tracks provided a soothing background melody as you flipped through the pages of your book. As the train pulled into the station, you gathered your belongings and stepped out into the crisp air, greeted by the charming sight of Chinchón's rustic streets.

You wandered through the cobbled lanes, taking in the town's quaint beauty. You visited Plaza Mayor and the Torre del Reloj. As it was only 11.15 a.m.; the streets weren’t packed with people, but there still were some early risers who were enjoying the peacefulness of those surroundings.

Continuing your exploration, you found yourself drawn to a more commercial part of the town, where the smell of freshly baked bread and coffee teased your stomach and reminded you that you hadn't had a proper breakfast.

You entered this charming café called Loki, which had a husky dog on its logo and you got closer to the counter to place your order: un flat white y un rol de canela, por favor (a flat white and a cinnamon roll, please). You had learned to say that phrase in Spanish as if your life depended on it. Then, you sat on a small table near the window, so you could do some people-watching.

Once you got your drink and food, you took the warm mug with both hands and, sipping some coffee, you enjoyed the coziness it brought you. You savoured the first bites of the cinnamon roll as you watched the world go by from that spot by the window. The streets began to stir. A cheerful vendor moving around with a cart of vibrant flowers; two women chatting animatedly; a small group of children hurried along, and their parents following them around. You smiled to yourself at the simplicity of these everyday scenes.

When you were done with your breakfast, you put on your headphones to listen to some instrumental music and grabbed your journal to write whatever came to your mind. It was an activity that usually helped you organize your thoughts and make sense out of your emotions. And you have had your fair share of those recently.

You were so caught up in your journaling that you failed to notice how crowded the coffee shop had gotten in the last minutes. You removed the headphones from your ears and let some of the people’s talks and whispers get to you.

“¿Latte con leche de avena y un croissant de almendras para Harry?”, you hear one of the baristas call rather loudly. Your body stiffened and your heart skipped a few beats. 

There ought to be more than one person in the world that asks for an oat milk latte and an almond croissant and also named Harry. It can't be him, right? That would be far too much of a coincidence...

The music on your headphones stopped when you pressed the pause button on your phone screen. You slightly turned your head to scan the café without seeming too obvious. You take in the sound of the coffee machine hissing, the clinking of the ceramic cups, the bits and pieces of strangers’ conversations, but your mind was focused on finding out if this Harry was the one you were thinking about.

Then, the air got stuck on your throat when you finally spotted him. Well, not exactly him, his back. However, you had no doubts it was him – you could recognize his tall and built frame anywhere, from any angle. 

Putting your headphones on again, you pretended to be writing in your journal while you debated with yourself internally what you should do. You did know each other, but it’s been over a decade since the last time you saw him, a bit less since you last talked. You had heard some stuff about him on the news and you did follow each other on Instagram, but that was it. You were practically strangers, acquaintances if you were being a bit generous.

Should I approach him and say hello? Maybe I should keep my eyes glued to my journal, sip my coffee and pretend I have never seen him, or should I…?

“Y/N? Is that really you?”, a smooth yet husky voice interrupted your internal monologue – and so your body’s ability to perform basic functions such as breathing. 

You looked up and your eyes met his green ones. After all these years, he was standing there in front of you in a coffee shop in a random town. He had a wide smile on his face, like he was genuinely happy to see you. You couldn’t help but mirror the warmth in his expression as you rose from your seat to hug him.

“Hi, Harry”, you whispered into his ear once you were wrapped around his arms. You tried not to think much of how soothing that felt.

“It’s so good to see you”, he rubbed your softly back before stepping away. He hesitated for a moment, then gestured toward the empty seat opposite yours. “Do you mind if I…” 

You shook your head before he could finish his question, inviting him to join you. He happily obliged, and after taking a sip of his coffee, his gaze wandered back to you. His eyes softened, scanning your face.

“You have grown up, have you?”, he questioned teasingly, raising his eyebrows once or twice.

You felt how all the blood in your body suddenly rushed to your cheeks.

“Oh, you’re one to talk…”

He let out a laugh and took a bite from his beloved croissant. It was your turn to look at him. He looked different, yet the same. His signature curly hair wasn’t as long as it used to be, but some curls were slowly growing again. His boyish features were replaced with more mature, refined ones, and he now had a neatly-clipped beard and moustache. Despite all these changes, the face saw (and loved) every day for most of your teenage years was still there. 

“Of all the places in the world, after all these years, I find you here. Isn’t that amazing?” he pointed out, giving you a half-smile but his voice carried a hint of disbelief mixed with nostalgia.

“Yeah, what is THE Harry Styles doing in Chinchón anyway?”, you lowered your voice when mentioning his name. He was wearing a cap and sunglasses inside the café. Those were proof enough he didn’t want any public attention.

“I’m here to film a new music video. We start shooting in a couple of hours, but I wanted to enjoy the town before that, so I woke up earlier and started wandering around”, he made a pause to sip his coffee. “I don’t get much holidays these days, so I have to make the most out of these situations", hs mouth tightened into a thin line. "And what about you, THE Y/N Y/L/N?”, he inquired, mocking your teasing tone.

“I don’t have many holidays either. I’m doing a graduate degree and working a minimum-wage administrative job, so I just came here for the day", you shrugged. "I needed a break from my routine… And missing home was making it worse.” He shot you a questioning look, not fully understanding what you meant by that last part. “I’m currently living in Madrid. I haven’t been to Cheshire since the winter holidays”, you clarified, and he nodded, impressed but not surprised. You always had this love for constantly learning new things.

The irony of all this situation was certainly not missed by you. The day you decide to do a trip to take your mind off your hometown, the universe sends you a breathing reminder of your old life. You could have laughed out loud.

He seemed to have read your mind because he said: “Like Alanis Morrissette said, ‘life has a funny way of sneaking up on you’”.

You nodded while smiling at the quote he casually came up with. Memories of the younger versions of Harry and you listening to Jagged Little Pill in his old bedroom back in Holmes Chapel flooded your mind. You could almost see and feel the band posters on the walls and the faint scent of old books mixed with Harry’s go-to cologne. You hadn’t realized until now how deeply that particular combination was embedded in your head still to this day.

The conversation then drifted towards small talk about your families, your careers and other things in between. It goes without saying that Harry won the contest for wildest updates from someone you hadn't seen in a while. Being one of the biggest musicians on the planet did the trick.

“I'm sorry, love, but I have to get going”, he said, checking the time on his phone. “I'm never going to hear the end of it if I show up late for shooting", you both laughed. "Anyways, it was great to see you”.

You nodded, agreeing with him out loud, but a voice inside your head protested, slightly disappointed he couldn’t stay. 

“Why don’t you give me your number?”, he continued, his tone sweet yet insistent. “So we can meet again. On purpose this time”.

“I’d love to."

That came out quicker than you even realized. You ripped a piece of paper from your journal and wrote your phone number. As you handed it to him, your fingers brushed briefly, sparking a subtle tingle. He glanced down at the paper, gave you a smile that reached his eyes, and tucked it carefully into his trousers pocket. 

Then he looked up and said, “Next time, I promise I'll be all yours.”

One random Wednesday night, you were halfway through studying for your exams when the screen of your phone lit up, indicating you had received a notification. It was a text from an unknown number. 

Unknown: I’ve been trying to figure out how to start this conversation in a witty, non-awkward manner, but it turns out I’m terrible. So I will play it safe: Hey, it’s Harry.

The so-called butterflies appeared on your stomach, and a foreign feeling of relief rushed through you. You forgot to ask for his number that day back in Chinchón, so you had no other choice but to hope he’d reach out. You started typing an answer shortly after saving his contact.

You: I agree, not one of your strongest suits, but it’s ok. Hi, H.

Harry: It’s been a long time since anyone has called me that. 

You: Well, you practically forced me to do it. According to teenage Harry, it was “waaayyy cooler and mysterious”🙄

Harry: Teenage Harry had a lot of questionable ideas. I guess “H” was not that bad, was it?

You: It had its charm, yes. But if I’m being honest, at the time I only agreed to do it just to humour me.

Harry: I’m going to pretend you’ve never said that last thing 😔

You: By all means. Denial has always been your thing.

Harry: Ouch, don’t get all sassy on me, Y/N. Or I might start calling you “pumpkin” again 👀.

You let out a laugh. He gave you that nickname after an incident with a spray tan. You actually cringed at the memory of how orange your skin looked. That scene on Friends with Ross’ tan was nothing compared to you. And of course, Harry being Harry hadn’t spared you one second.

You: And here I thought I was meeting a more mature version of yourself.

Harry: That’s wishful thinking, love. Now that I think about it, I didn’t get to call you “pumpkin” enough. It was quickly replaced by “dottie”. 

You audibly groaned, feeling the weight of Harry's teasing. You could practically sense his wide grin shining through his texts.

You: Oh, bloody hell. When are you letting that go?🙄

Harry: Never ever 😈 The image of you arriving at school wearing that polka-dot dress with the matching polka-dot leggins is forever embedded into my brain. 

You: It’s not my fault the 2000s had questionable fashion trends.

Harry: Can’t argue with that, dottie 🤷‍♂️

You rolled your eyes, but in reality, you were enjoying this conversation a bit too much. You were about to type your response when the three bubbles appeared again, so you waited for Harry to finish sending his following text.

Harry: For the record, I missed you. Being able to talk and tease each other like this. Feels like no time has passed.

You: Aw, look at you, all older and more sentimental 🥹

Harry: Oh, come on. Can’t a guy show his emotions without being roasted? 😠

You: Ugh, fine. For the record, I missed you too. But don’t let it go to your head.

Harry: Too late, pumpkin 😏

Ever since that night, Harry and you talked nearly every day — you texted, you talked on the phone and on some occasions, you even facedtimed. He was spending most of his days in the US, working on his new music. Meanwhile, you were buried in your books, studying for the upcoming finals, while balancing it with your assistant job. Despite the distance between the two of you, your conversations flowed effortlessly.

Reconnecting with Harry was hands down one of the best things that happened that year; however, you couldn’t deny it also reopened some old wounds from one of the most painful chapters of your life: the moment you fell out of touch. It may sound dramatic, exaggerated, but it hurt you so much more than any other break-up you have had, even to this day. 

You had been attached at the hip since you were little kids, living nearby in a small town, and all. Although you had other friends, he was your person, and you were his. He was your partner in crime in childhood adventures, and as you got older, your friendship developed into an unspoken understanding that no one else could match. He became your safe haven during the rocky waters of adolescence, always taking care of you, like that time he defended you from some bullies who had decided to pick a bone with you. 

And as you can imagine, the feeling of taking care of the other went both ways. You stood by his side when he was dealing with his parents divorce and even though you were just a little girl, you understood your best friend needed you and that he didn’t deserve to feel sad, so you invited him to your house every day to play with him or watch your favorite cartoons. 

You also had always encouraged Harry to follow his dreams, especially when it came to music. You didn’t like to brag, but you’d recognized his talent long before anyone else did, whether it was from hearing him sing along to the radio or humming melodies he’d made up in the moment. 

You had always admired him. You could never deny that the lines of your friendship were a bit blurred sometimes. Spending all this time together, sharing experiences, secrets, and interests, as well as seeing how beautiful he was (inside out) made you develop a crush on him. The fact that he was also your first kiss sealed the deal. It happened at a school party where your classmates suggested you play spin-the-bottle.

However, that was not it. You both were always very keen on physical displays of affection, so hugging, cuddling and holding hands in the most random situations were not foreign to you. So, how could anyone blame you for falling for him?

And deep down, you had a feeling he had felt the same, but neither of you had acted on it because your friendship had always come first. 

But then, The X-Factor came into the picture, and everything went south. You obviously supported him through every step of the way, in each and every audition, and you were the first one to find out the life-altering news: he was officially in One Direction.

Your mind later takes you to the memory of a quiet afternoon while you were lying on his bedroom floor, side by side, just hanging out, when he commented he was leaving for a tour through the UK and Ireland and that it also had prospects of expanding to the US and other parts of the world. You were on cloud nine for him; it was what he had always wanted.

Then he dropped the real bomb though — you still remember his exact words:

“Why don’t you come with me, Y/N?”, he asked shyly, in a whisper. “I don’t think I can stand being away from you for that long.” His fingers fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, a clear sign of his nervousness.

For a moment, you felt as if your heart would actually explode. You were thrilled to hear he would miss you so much that he wished you could accompany him. But then, reality sank in and you realized you actually couldn’t drop out of high school; your parents wouldn’t allow that. And besides, you had some dreams of your own that required you to stay there in England. You wanted to study for a university degree. You wanted to buy a house in Holmes Chapel. 

“Harry… I can’t go with you. My life is here, in Holmes Chapel. I can’t drop out of school for you. My parents won’t let me…”, you turned around to face him. “And besides, I want to stay here… I have some dreams of my own, you know.”

“I thought you would be by my side, no matter what”, he frowned, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, as if it would offer him any kind of consolation.

“That’s not fair, Harry. Being a musician has always been your dream, not mine. I want to stay here and go to college to study Literature.” You could feel anger boiling up inside of you. How could he just give you that low punch, after everything you’ve been through? “Just because I have different ambitions than you doesn’t mean I support you less or that I’m not happy for you.”

The way he just stayed there, without moving an inch to see eye to eye, either literally or figuratively, made you angrier. You got up from the floor, with your whole body trembling. You realized you didn’t want to talk or see him for now, so without saying anything else, you stormed out of his room and he did nothing to stop you. His sudden indifference hurt you far more than any other accusations could.

The days that followed your argument were filled with a heavy atmosphere. You talked to each other at school, but nothing more than what was necessary and you didn’t hang out much; only when other friends were present. You hated how forced everything felt. And it hurt like a shot to the heart. And worst of all was that the solution was pretty simple: talk to him to make him understand it wasn’t him, it was you, as cliché as it sounded, and that you wished him the best, and that���s it. But even from an early age, you both have had strong egos, so you wouldn’t talk to him unless he approached you, mainly because you felt he was the one who should start the conversation with an apology for the way he acted.

And then, just like that, the day he was was leaving finally arrived. Your mom casually met Anne in the supermarket that morning. She went there to buy some last-minute stuff that Harry needed, and she mentioned he was leaving that afternoon.

So, when your mum told you the news, you decided to swallow your pride and go to his house. You found him loading his bags in the car. You called his name, and he turned with a strange expression on his face, as if he was being caught doing something he shouldn't.

He was going to leave without saying goodbye? Without stopping by your house to see you one last time? The hurt on your face was not missed by Harry when the realization came down on you.

Despite all that, you forced a smile.

“I guess this is it…” You wanted to say so much. You wanted to tell him you were sorry for the fight, that you’d always support him, that you hoped this was the beginning of something amazing for him. But all you managed was, “Well, good luck, H.” 

“Thanks, Y/N.”

You could see something flicker through his eyes, and he got closer to you, opening his arms, inviting you into a hug. You swallowed your tears and obliged. “I’m going to miss you”, he finally admitted in a whisper.

“Me too.” You took advantage of the moment to slide a small piece of paper into the pocket of his jacket. 

“Harry, are you ready?”, Anne appeared at the front door, with her own bag and the car keys in her hands. 

“Yeah, all set.”, he pulled away from your arms and gave you a half smile.

Anne greeted you with a kiss on the cheek and got into the driver’s seat. Harry looked at you one last time and got into the passenger seat, not before letting out a sigh.

You can imagine how the rest played out. Watching Harry leave was hard enough… accepting he was gone, though? That was a whole different story. The physical absence wasn't the main problem; the worst part was the void he left in your daily life. Those moments where you’d spend time together, laugh together, share unspoken glances, or even argue about the silliest things had become glaring gaps in your world. It felt like living in a house where someone had removed a wall, and suddenly, all the rooms were exposed and fragile. And despite all your efforts, trying to replicate that connection with other people didn't feel right – it felt impossible.

But the pain wasn't just about missing him. It was the blandness of your goodbye.

You regretted leaving things as tense as you did; that silly teenage argument was the cause of the dilution of your beautiful friendship. After that day, you talked a few times here and there, but nothing had ever felt the same. The timezone differences and the different life rhythms you had were also other factors. So, the texts and the calls became fewer and farther between and felt more awkward each time, until eventually, they faded entirely. 

Your phone vibrating with a call brought you back from the trip down memory lane. You couldn’t help but smile at the contact name appearing on the screen.

“Hi, H.”, you answered with a warmth in your voice that you even surprised yourself. 

“Hey, pumpkin. How are you doing?”

“Can’t complain, honestly. You?”

“I can complain…”, he paused dramatically and then shot back. “And actually, I will.”

“Do tell. What’s troubling your poor soul?”

Despite the fact that you couldn't see him, he rolled his eyes at your teasing, but then a smile quickly formed on his face.

“I have to go back home next weekend for my cousin’s wedding.”

Your laugh came out without any warning, and you unconsciously covered your mouth with one of your hands. To Harry, it was one of the most beautiful sounds he had heard in a while.

“Oh, who has suffered more? Jesus or Harry Styles?”

“Spare me, pumpkin. That’s not the real issue though. The thing is…”, he cleared his throat, his tone became more casual… maybe too casual, as if he was about to recite something he had been rehearsing. “You have always been better at picking formal outfits than me, so I was thinking… why don’t you come with me and help me not to embarrass myself in front of my whole family?”

“H, are you serious? You have an entire team of highly qualified people whose bread and butter is to keep you from looking like a mess.”

“That is true… but what's also true is…”, he sighed defeatedly. “I want you to go with me. You know I love my family but they can be a lot sometimes. And my mum and Gemma also want to see you. And I remember you mentioned missing your family too, so... We can even go to the Yellow Broom for burgers and fries for old times’ sake, but please, come with me."

The weight of his words came down on you all of a sudden. Harry was practically begging you to go with him; the prospects of seeing Anne and Gemma, whom you loved; and your parents as well; the thought of burgers and fries from your favourite place ever. You bit your lip, your heart rate picking up, buzzing with this new information. But then, the insecurities striked back.

“I don’t know, Harry”, you said softly, tracing the edges of your phone with your fingers. You wanted to accept his offer, but all these harbored feelings and unresolved matters were a ticking bomb. “We’re not who we used to be.” If it weren’t for your serious tone, he would have laughed at your choice of words. “What if things don’t feel the same anymore?”, you questioned him, defeat hit your voice as well. You truly enjoyed reconnecting with him, but you couldn’t avoid not bringing up the past, not anymore. It was your elephant in the room.

“I know were not the same, but it doesn’t necessarily have to be a bad thing, right?” 

There was a silence on your end of the line, so Harry took the chance to continue expressing his point of view.

“Look. I had been mentally kicking myself in the groin every single day at how I handled things that afternoon. If I could go back in time, I’d do it completely differently, believe me, but I can’t. I was just a kid going through a lot of stress, and I messed up, and I hated how we drifted away from each other. And I tried to reach out again, but I didn’t know how, and everything came out forced and weird, and I was also afraid you’d hate me, so I ended up doing nothing.” He paused to gather some air and then continued with his confession. “But the other day, when I saw you in Chinchón, something inside my brain clicked. Call it whatever you want, God, the universe, fate, a mere coincidence, but it reopened some doors I was forced to close. All our memories came rushing back, and while I was shooting my music video, all I could think about was you and how much I’d missed you.”

You swallowed hard, his words hitting you square in the chest. Part of you wanted to let go of all the doubts and fall back into the familiarity and warmth of Harry’s presence. But the other was trembling with fear at the possibility of feeling abandoned again.

“I know it’s maybe too much to ask, but if you do decide to accompany me, we’d have the chance to figure out who we are and what we can be now.”

You stood there, holding onto your phone, letting Harry’s words sink in. You closed your eyes in an attempt to suppress the tears that were threatening to spill. However, these weren’t sad tears; these tears were filled with relief, with joy. The road not taken looked really good now. 

“H… Ok. I’ll go with you.”

☀︎

the end!!!!! at first I thought of writing it as a one shot, but I got so excited to share this with you, that I decided to split it into two parts. i hope you enjoyed it. i had so much fun writing it. and of course, as always, i'd love to read your thoughts 💗

[linaslore]

i complain rather often about not having a boyfriend but earlier today i saw one of my bffs, she's been on a relationship for 6 years and she told me she's thinking of breaking up i was like wtf but ok...

now i texted another friend to see how she was doing and she told me she didn't feel like talking because the guy she was dating came over to dump her...

and suddenly, i don't feel so bad about myself and my fictional boyfriends

[linaslore]

how i feel when i'm writing my fanfics