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delicrieux · 4 years

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN

y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.

─── corpse husband x reader ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 2.2k ─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand)

author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!

ultimate masterlist. ҉ myso masterlist ҉ previous. ҉ next.

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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it.

Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.

Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge.

But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.

Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”

You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.

But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too.

Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.

That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view.

You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”.

Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.

Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.

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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”

Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.

“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”

While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.

r u dating sykkuno?

You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”

the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team

“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”

how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?

“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute.

can i be adopted by ur parents plz

will you and corpse ever collab?!

You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.

Corpse_Husband: yes.

Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.

pack it up, sykkuno

More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets.

“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”

we are prepared

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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.

y/n is a child murderer

“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”

take a break and go eat queen <3

“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”

Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance.

“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?”

The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over.

“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”

Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”

“Your pizza came.”

“My what now?” You echo, confused.

“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”

“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”

Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.

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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”

If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae.

looking hot, her message read.

thanks, was all you replied with.

You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.

Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.

“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”

You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.

“Glad you liked it, baby.”

He was going to be the death of you.

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tags (in italics is those i couldn’t tag! make sure all’s ok w your settings!) : @littlebabysandboxburritos - @fairywriter-oracle - @tsukishimawh0re - @ofstarsanddreams - @bbecc-a - @annshit - @leahh19 - @letsloveimagines - @bellomi-clarke - @wineandionysus - @guiltydols - @onephootinfrontoftheother - @liamakorn - @thirstyfangirl - @lilysdaydreams - @pan-ini - @mxqicshxp - @tanchosanke - @yoshinorecommends - @flightsandfantasy - @liljennyx3 - @slashersdream - @unknown-and-invisible - @sinister-sleep - @fivedicksinatrenchcoat - @mercury–moon - @peterparkerspjsuit - @unstableye - @simonsbluee - @shinyshimaagain - @ppopty - @siriuslystupid - @crapimahuman - @ofthedewthesunlight - @mythicalamphitrite - @artsyally - @corpsesimpp - @corpsewhitetee - @corpse-husbandsimp - @hyp-oh-critical - @roses-and-grasses - @rhyrhy462 - @sparklylandflaplawyer - @charbkgo - @airwaveee - @creativedogs - @kaitlyn2907 - @loxbbg - @afuckingunicornn - @fleurmoon - @yeolliedokai - @truly-dionysus - @multi-fandom-central707

more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

#corpse husband #corpse #corpse husband x reader #corpse x reader #corpse husband imagine #corpse social media au #corpse husband fanfic #social media au #corpse husband x y/n #corpse x y/n #corpse husband fic #reader #xreader #imagine #imagines #myso #make you say oh

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papillon-mechant · 3 years

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Congrats!!!! Hope you’re doing well xx

👗 DBF Draco fucking the reader while on vacation together w her family, Theo almost walks in on them (this scenario has been living RENT FREE in my mind for days, plz 🧎🏼‍♀️)

thank you sm!

"Hush now angel, wouldn't want your father to come in and see you all stupid for my cock, now would we?" Draco mocks, hands gripped tightly at your hips.

"M'sorry daddy, feels so good." You whine, rutting your hips against his. You can't deny it, the fact that you two could get caught at any moment turned you on more than you'd like to admit. The idea of your dad finding you with is best friend thrilled you as much as it frightened you. The sound of skin on skin fills the room every time he slams your hips against his. He loved having you on top of him, watching as your face twists with pleasure, having easy access to your tits, using his mouth to suck and bite on your swollen nipples.

You cry out in pleasure as his cock brushes against that special spot inside of you. Your legs are burning as you become more tired. You whine in frustration, looking down at Draco with pleading eyes. He gives you a condescending pout, cocking his head at you.

"What's wrong angel, too much of a dumb little baby to do it yourself? Need daddy's help?" He coos, slowly grinding your hips against his with the hands he has settled on your waist.

"Please daddy, can't do it." You whine. Just as Draco begins to lift your hips, there's a knock at your door, causing both of you to freeze in place.

"Y/n, honey are you okay? You've been gone for a while." You father asks from behind the door.

"Yes dad, I'm okay, I just-" Your sentence is cut short as you try to bite back another moan, feeling as Draco begins to move his hips, fucking you from underneath you. You shoot him a glare to which he sends a small smirk in return.

"Y/n?" Your dad speaks again, voice laced with obvious concern. You try your best to breath, composing yourself so you're able to speak to your father.

"I'm fine dad, I'll be right out- fuck." Your eyes grow wide, silently hoping your father missed that last moan that left your lips. Draco smirks from below you, never stopping the movements of his hips against yours. He moved a hand between the two of you, using his thumb to rub harshly at your clit, causing you to bite down hard on your lip in an attempt to silence your moans.

"Okay well we're eating soon so don't be up here all day," Your dad answers. You assume he's walked away as it goes silent for a few minutes. You feel the coil in your stomach about to snap, moving your hips in sync with Draco's, both chasing your highs. Draco delivers one final snap of his hips, pushing you over the edge. But just when your mouth falls open in a silent cry, there's another knock at your door.

"Oh and if you see Draco let me know, he just disappeared."

#papillon's 600 masquerade #draco malfoy smut blurb #draco malfoy blurb #nsfw.papillon #ash❣️

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blossom-hwa · 3 years

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hello !! congrats on 4 years !! i love your writing sm! could i request a tbz haknyeon strangers-to-lovers royalty au plz ?

of course you can! thank you for this request and your support <3

4 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/The Boyz/Golden Child/Ateez member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

Title: Proposal

Pairing: Haknyeon x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1.5k

Triggers: mentions of a war

"Your Majesty."

The voice of the guard settles the conversation in the throne room, letting silence fall once more. Haknyeon nods. "Yes?"

"The sovereign of Landis requests an audience."

Whispers fill the room. Haknyeon himself frowns. Landis is a small country down south, barely known for anything other than its waterway system used by traders. There has been contact before, but very limited - his tutors barely saw fit to even mention that to him when he was younger. What might they want with him?

"Landis?"

The guard looks about as confused as he is. "They said it's a matter of utmost urgency."

Haknyeon looks at Changmin. Changmin looks at him. They hold each other's gaze for a moment before Changmin nods once.

He turns back to the guard. "How many in the party?"

"Just two, Your Majesty. The sovereign and one advisor."

Is it so urgent that they could only dispatch a single person other than their ruler? "Have they been searched for weapons?"

"Thoroughly, sir."

He thinks for a moment. "Let the sovereign in," he finally decides, "but not the advisor. I want to know what they want from their ruler's own tongue."

The guard bows, then slips out the door. Just a few seconds later, the doors open again, revealing the ruler of Landis.

You don't look very impressive, not at first. Your clothes, though fine, don't really speak of high royalty, and exhaustion seems to weigh your every step as you traverse the room. But when you come to the center, you look up and meet Haknyeon's gaze...

He's never seen a fire burn so bright in a pair of eyes.

"Your Majesty." You settle on your knees, head bowed forward.

"You may rise," Haknyeon says, then waits for you to stand. "What brings you here, sovereign of Landis?"

Your eyes flicker from wall to wall. "Would it be possible to clear the room before I speak?"

Changmin's shoulders tense. Haknyeon himself almost puts a hand on the sword at his side. "For what reason?"

"I have a proposal to make." You meet his eyes calmly. "I'd simply rather not everyone speak about it if it does not go through. If this is not possible, however, I understand."

Haknyeon narrows his eyes. "My advisors and guards will stay," he says. "The rest of the court is dismissed."

Whispers fill the room, looks thrown his way as the crowds of nobility exit through the doors. Haknyeon acknowledges none of them, but even so, he has to stifle a sigh of relief when the doors finally close. "You said you had a proposal?"

You nod. "Will you allow me to speak?"

"Yes."

You don't waste a minute. "I don't know if you have heard, Your Majesty, but there is a war coming in your direction and mine."

He has heard. The dictator of a larger country, known for its wealth and power, has been rampaging for conquest. However, his country, though wealthy, never seemed to be a target, and none of his allies have fallen thus far...

"I received a letter from the man who leads them." You spit the word man out of your mouth like it burns on your tongue. "He asked for my surrender, for he knows a country as small as mine could never hope to fight off his army."

"Will you surrender, then?"

A sardonic smile plays slightly on your lips. "I don't plan to," you reply. "But I will need resources."

Of course. This is the reason you came. "You ask for my resources, then?" Haknyeon asks. "Why choose my country? Why not one that is larger, more bountiful in wealth?"

"You are closer. We share a common enemy." You swallow slightly. "If he decimates my country, he will no doubt set his eyes on yours. And..."

Haknyeon almost leans forward, so as not to miss a single word you say.

"I hear you are looking for someone's hand in marriage." You meet his eyes. "I am here to offer mine."

Even his advisors don't manage to suppress their surprise at that. Haknyeon can't blame them - how could you, the ruler of a small country known for almost nothing, expect him to accept your hand when you have very little to offer other than your waterways?

You stand among the whispers, unbothered, unflinching. Your stance speaks of confidence, but your eyes speak of intelligence - there's no way you could truly expect him to even consider this proposal, not when you're as smart as Haknyeon believes you are -

Ah.

That's it.

You don't expect him to accept at all.

His voices silences the whispers. "You don't expect me to accept."

You raise your chin, meeting his eyes defiantly. "No, I don't," you admit baldly. "My advisors told me it was useless to try. Why do you think I came alone?"

"Why, indeed." Haknyeon tilts his head. "So let me ask. What was the reason you did come, if you truly have no expectations for your offer?"

Silence falls. Your eyes narrow. For not the first time today, Haknyeon feels almost like the lesser under your gaze, piercing, sharp, determination brewing behind your pupils. But he holds it, because for some reason, even though you are of a smaller nation, a smaller people...

You command attention. You command respect.

And a part of Haknyeon wants you to respect him, too.

"How far would you go for your people, Your Majesty?" you finally ask. "To save them from a war that would decimate you all, crush you under the iron fist of a dictator known for his cruelty?"

The question is rhetorical. Still, though, you pause a moment, those piercing eyes boring deep into his soul.

When you continue, your voice seems to have dropped an octave. "I would do anything, Your Majesty." Your eyes burn with steel. "Even if it meant offering myself to someone whom I have never met."

The silence in the room feels thick enough that Haknyeon almost thinks even his sword couldn't cut through all of it. Out of the corner of his vision, he can see all of his few trusted advisors staring at him, all trying to communicate something different through their eyes.

But Haknyeon thinks he already has an answer.

"How many troops do you expect to need?" he asks.

You don't hesitate. "As many as you can spare."

"What will you be willing to give in return for my aid?"

"We can negotiate use of our extensive waterways," you reply.

"And lastly..." Haknyeon narrows his gaze. "Why do you offer marriage? Is an alliance not sufficient?"

You set your jaw. "Marriage is binding," you say. "More binding than any alliance could be."

Binding. Binding for both you and him. Whatever you offer him in return for his help will be set in stone, essentially, just the same as whatever he offers you.

You're smart. Very smart. Despite having known you for all of less than an hour, Haknyeon feels his respect growing for you by the minute. "Very well," he says. "I have considered your proposal. And..."

The tension heightens. Every one of his advisors leans forward in anticipation. Even you look slightly nervous, the look in your eyes no longer as steady as it was before.

"I will enter an engagement with you," he says, ignoring all of the looks being thrown his way across the room. "It will be in effect as long as you are alive and your kingdom still stands. In return for my troops, you will offer unhindered access to your waterways, for both commercial and military use."

Your jaw tightens. Clearly some of this is not what you wanted, but Haknyeon needs the respect of his advisors. He can't enter this deal without gaining something from it. "If you make it through this with your kingdom intact..."

Anyone could hear a pin drop in the room.

"Then we will marry."

Several people audibly gasp or whisper. Haknyeon lets Changmin issue them a glare. "If you agree, I will have a contract drawn, to be signed within two days. It will be immediately binding." He raises an eyebrow. "Is this to your satisfaction?"

For several long moments, you scrutinize him through those eyes burning with intelligence and determination. They rake over his face, searching, probing, scouring for any hint of dishonesty, any double meaning behind his words.

But Haknyeon has never had anything to hide.

At long last, your sharp gaze softens, still cautious, still guarded, but slightly less so than before. The tiniest hint of relief emanates from your face, from the slightly loosened set of your jaw and the barest hint of a smile on your lips.

Haknyeon wonders what that smile would look like if it were true, genuine, unhampered by the weight of the war on your shoulders.

You nod once, sharply.

"We have a deal, Your Majesty."

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seijohsfairy · 3 years

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Thank youuu sm for doing my request!, it was really good :DOKAY HOLD ON- imagine this ✨ step daddy iwaizumi is in the gym doing what normal people do at the gym. It was like his 5 minute break thing when he thought about his baby. He thought that oh she's probably in her college zoom class or something AND THAT MOTHER FUCKER ahm decided it would be funny to send her dick pics AND VIDEOS OF THEM DOING GOD KNOWS WHAT (he did this in the bathroom ofc) "make sure to keep the volume down😣 save yourself from embarrassment."Plz when she opened the text messages WHILE THE FUCKING CAMERA IS ON her face just goes 😦😳He comes back home to find he's cutie touching herself and crying in frustration because she can't come. And as the good daddy he is he help her and even make her squirt on her fav hello kitty bedsheets :)

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more stepdaddy/ honest iwa because i’ll never get enough of him (๑ १ ˑ̫ १) thank you for the thirst baby!! my brain is vibrating

tw (step)daddy hajime, ddlg-ish, masturbation, filming, size, praise & degradation

“Daddy, daddy, please,” is the first thing he hears when he finally gets back home, and for a split second his mind goes to walking in to find someone else fucking you. “Ah, ah, wanna cum. Please -hmh- make m-me cum, daddy, miss you — so much,” you sniffle, voice high pitched and so soft. But judging by the state of the living room, you clearly threw a little tantrum, so a smile slips on as he walks over to the bedroom.

Pillows having been tossed onto the floor in frustration, laptop abandoned on the table. You must notice his heavy footsteps, because suddenly the house grows very quiet, but the damage has been done. And it doesn’t take much to notice how you’re hidden under the blankets when he opens the door.

“Baby, daddy’s home. What are you doing in here?” he frowns when the lump under the blankets hesitates for a few seconds, then peeking out your head with a pout. It’s only half-hearted, you look so fucking cute right there after all. But still.

“I… I wasn’t doing anything. I just…” you trail off, blinking up at him. Hajime schools his features back into a neutral expression before walking over to the bed. You put your arms over the blanket to keep it in place, eyes widening. “W-wait, daddy. S’not fair, you were sending me things while I was in class. Just wanted to- make t-that weird feeling go away.” You look away when he urges your arms up, giving in so easily for daddy. It’s so cute, almost making him smile. He shouldn’t reward bad behaviour, but fuck, you’re stupidly sexy like this. Looking up at him with heated cheeks and tears in your eyes.

“Hmm, that weird feeling?” He peels the blanket down your body, revealing your tits and hardened nipples, as well as your glistening fingers and wet, fluttering pussy already ready for him. And he groans, because it’s exactly the thing he was imagining when he locked himself in the stall of the gym earlier, quickly fishing out his phone to film.

Sweat shining on the skin of his abs and thighs in the low light, hard cock beading precum that slowly runs down the side of his cock and makes it glisten. He bites the edge of his shirt harder as his tightened fist goes over the head of his cock, squeezing a bit harder to imagine your clenching cunny around his length. “Mhm, always— get me so fuckin’ hard, look how much daddy’s cock is drooling for you,” he grunts under his breath, making sure the video picks up the low tremble of his voice as well as the sounds of him stroking his fat cock to the thought of being home with his baby girl already.

“Wanna fuck that pretty pussy, make it mold to the shape of my cock again. You’d like that, right doll? You’d like daddy fucking you stupid on his big cock, making you forget your words?” He can already imagine how you’d mewl and cry when he gets his hands on you later, cock twitching in his hand when he squeezes again and more precum oozes out. Cock flushed red and veins protruded in both his needy cock and his arms and hands, he already knows what the sight of it all will do. “Stick your fingers in your mouth for me and suck them nice and good, imagine it’s daddy’s cock. M’gonna fuck you so good when I get back home.”

Cumming on his hand and exposed stomach and groaning your name under his breath. He had sent it not too long ago, giving only a quick warning before ignoring his phone for the rest of his workout. But your mom wouldn’t be home for the next few days, so all rules quickly go out the window for him when that’s the case.

“Oh, that weird feeling, hm?” It’s mean, he knows it too. Making you feel guilty for something he set you up for entirely, but alas, rules are rules. His cock already hard again now, twitching against his thigh as he bends down to take a seat on the edge of the bed and takes one of your pointed nipples into his mouth, groaning when you cry so pretty at his warm mouth. The wetness and his tongue rubbing over your sensitive nipple as one hand pinches and rolls the other is enough to have you closing your eyes, gently letting your hands find the collar of his shirt and holding it. Always so fucking precious.

His other hand moves in between your legs, tracing two fingers over the slit and grunting at the warm slick collecting on his fingers so easily. “You’ve been playing with yourself, baby girl, don’t lie.” Obviously, but it’s more fun making you say it, watching you look so embarrassed and guilty you’d do anything to make up. “It’s so wet down here. Tell daddy what you did.” At the order, you pull your bottom lip into your mouth, eyes widening a little as just one finger flicks up to your puffy clit, rubbing the underside of it over and over with swift taps that have your hips bucking. “This?”

“I— I,” you try, looking away from those green eyes to glance at your wall instead, hiding your guilty expression away into another pillow as you pout. “I know -hm, ah- y-you said no touching but I couldn’t focus on anything else, daddy.” Your body curves so easily into his touch when he slides his fingers back along your pussy to prod at the gushing hole with a hum.

“I’ve been watching your video for the past hour. Please don’t be mad.” You tremble when he instantly slides two fingers into your little cunt, thumb resting on your clit and rubbing it that way. It’s not too much yet, but with how long you’ve probably been trying on your own, he knows it won’t take much.

“You know only daddy’s allowed to touch between your legs though.” He curls his fingers into your walls until you cry out at the press of his fingers right into that one spongy spot, watching your expression flip between guilt and pleasure.

“M’sorry, daddy. I’m sorry. Couldn’t help it.” More tears and more embarrassment come when he chuckles at that, and you whine as you cling tighter to his collar.

“Such a bad girl, waiting with your pussy wet and empty for your daddy to come home on your bed next to your stuffies. Always turn into a nasty slut when you get to see some cock, hm?” He sighs, then pulls out his hand to make quick work of his pants. He shoves his boxers down along with it, watching you as you open your mouth to peek out a little, pink tongue at it, automatically opening your legs further at the simple sight of that fat cock glistening with precum for you. “What is it you want, baby?” he grabs onto the base of his cock, slapping it against your pussy with wet paps. “Ask for it.”

You moan, urging him closer when he gets situated in between your legs better, and shake your head side to side to get rid of your tears. “Wan’daddy to f-fuck me, wan—na cum,” you cry though, and as he climbs on top of you you’re quick to hide your face into the crook of his neck with a sob. “Please, daddy, hurts without you. Please make it feel good. Please, please, please, I’ll be good.”

“All this effort to get off and you couldn’t even cum on your own?” He places the tip of his cock between your legs, before grabbing onto your hips and angling them up. “Couldn’t -hng, had to have daddy’s fat cock in here?” He slowly pushes into your tiny slit, watching you struggle to take all of him sliding inside.

“Yes, yesyesyesyesyes. So- s-ohh, hng, big,” you babble against his skin, trying to wiggle your hips down on him faster, get filled faster. ‘Daddy, daddy,’ you breathe every few seconds.

“Slow down, greedy slut.” You’re clearly already out of it with how glazed your eyes are when you look at him. Hajime grunts at the sight, reaching one hand up to grab at your hair and hold you in place that way. Your hands on his shoulders go softer when you clench around him, tiny cunny stretching to take daddy’s fat cock inside entirely and throwing your head back with a whimper when he pushes in the last stretch at once.

All your little cries swallowed by his kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth to keep you quiet. When you cling so tight to him like you want to keep him inside forever, he grins, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear. “You can take it so much better than mom, right?”

“Yes, yes, please, I love daddy more, hmhng- o-only me.” Your eyes roll back when he pulls his hips back to slam in again, hips hitting yours and walls battered so well by the thick cock making it’s way into you, held in place like a little whore. “Wanna have daddy’s cock all to myself,” you cry, wrapping your trembling thighs around his legs to keep him close, breaths growing shallow. You’re so close. “Please, ah, ah, daddy.”

“It’s all yours, baby. Daddy’s cock belongs to this little cunt creaming around it. Now let me help you out, yeah?” And when his hand slides right back between your legs to circle your clit, it’s only a few well aimed thrusts before you’re coming all around him.

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ragnarachael · 4 years

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Hiii!! 💕 Okay so I loOOoOoVe your writing style sm 🥺 and I’m fairly new at this whole asking and requesting fics and stuff so plz lmk if I’m doing anything wrong!! But I seen you like Z Nation, so I was hoping I could possibly ask for 48 & 19 from the kiss prompt list with a Murphy x reader from Z Nation? Mainly bc Murphy is so fricken tall (especially compared to me, who is a whopping 5 feet tall) thank you so much!! 💗💖

thank you so much, hun!! i appreciate it 🥺 and i’ve never EVER written a murphy x reader in my life (unless you count warphy content, but i mean... still) so if this isn’t the best, i’m sorry! but thank you for sending in my first z nation request in... god who knows how long. i miss that stupid zombie show. this takes place after the final episode of the series! i’m a little rusty so please know that if i got any of the facts wrong or something that’s why! (after writing this i really realize how much i miss writing for this chaotic family)

48. One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s.

19. One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

send in a prompt! drabble requests are open until monday (08/31!)

Altura was thriving. That’s all there was to it. Altura was thriving with George in power, Warren as her right-hand, and everything seemed to be okay. Of course, that wouldn’t be for long like it usually is with this group, but that was okay.

You wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Well, you’d trade some things. Like Murphy, for example.

He’s been spending most of his time with Warren. You shouldn’t be jealous, but you are. She’s a newly deemed talker somehow, and he’s probably coaching her through some things. But your brain—that was still your own, thank God—was giving you red flags.

It’s definitely from Murphy telling you about his past with dating from Pre-Z. You knew the past was in the past. He was literally red now, so there’s nothing else you could really hold against him.

He’s changed. He’s shown you that.

Yet you still felt some jealousy in the pit of your stomach every time he said something about Warren. Or, Roberta, as he affectionately called her.

10k and Doc were noticing your conflict from the side of the mess hall as you held a cup of water, looking right where Murphy and Warren were talking animatedly.

“Kid,” Doc said suddenly, clapping your shoulder. You didn’t jump. “You’re worryin’ over nothing.”

You took a deep breath, turning your head to glance over at Doc. “I know.”

“He’s head over heels for you,” 10k added somewhat helpfully. “It’s kinda.. disgusting, actually.”

Doc cleared his throat harshly and gave 10k a shove.

“What he’s sayin’ is, Murphy loves ya. He wouldn’t try and do anything to hurt you.”

You let out a laugh as you chugged the rest of the water from your cup, smiling as you swallowed, shaking your head fondly.

“Thank you, Doc. 10k. I’ll see you later at the bonfire tonight?”

The both of them gave you an affirmative as you started to walk away, tossing your small paper cup in a trash can that was in your path.

It was an internal battle all day for you. You loved Warren and you loved Murphy, but seeing them together just kept bugging you. Maybe it was just because you were practically casted aside? Who knew. You didn’t. The only think you knew at this point as you helped some of the people in Altura was that you’re most definitely asking Addy if she still had that flask of whiskey on her.

Murphy finally acknowledged you and gave you some form of affection at the bonfire. Obviously, you were a little pissed. You’d been around all day, and he chose now to actually throw an arm around your shoulders?

Bullshit.

Murphy noticed something was wrong with you, for lack of better terms, and easily followed you when you quickly volunteered to get more wood for the fire.

He called your name about three times as you led him to the firewood that was freshly chopped before his hand shot out to grab your own before you could grab any wood.

“Baby, talk to me,” Murphy stressed gently, his grip slightly comforting. You sighed and tried not to turn around to look at him right away.

“I....are you wanting to be with Warren?”

Murphy’s jaw kind of dropped when you said that finally.

“What? No, no. No. No way. Me and Roberta? Hell no. She’d kick my ass into next week—”

“Then why the hell have you been ignoring me for the past couple of days while you’re not busy, Murphy? You’re always with her. Always talking with her, always joking around!” You exclaimed, finally turning to look at him in the eye. “We haven’t had any time to ourselves lately, and I get that Warren’s a talker now, but haven’t you thought that maybe, just maybe you should spend some time with your significant other who almost died saving your ass just a few nights ago?”

Murphy was...well, he was speechless. Your words hit him a little too hard for comfort. You were right. He’s been spending all of his off time with Roberta this week. Granted, he thinks he’s allowed to do that, but he didn’t even communicate with you about it.

You had the right to be pissed off.

Before you could carry on speaking, Murphy launched into a string of apologies and explanations.

He was nervous. He does this often. His mouth runs almost just as fast as his thoughts when he gets to thinking, and he’s rambling about how he feels terrible that he hasn’t talked to you in what feels like ages.

You tried to interrupt him several times. Murphy just kept talking and talking and talking. And you were growing tired of watching him swing your arm around as he spoke with his hands.

After pulling your hand from his grasp, he kept going on and on about what he’s been busy with and he’s sorry while your hands reached up to grab the lapels of his jacket he was wearing. And after a moment?

You yanked him down and pressed your lips to his. It was extremely effective, he shut up in order to actually bend down properly to reach your height.

It took a moment to get out of the awkward stance you both adopted before the kiss was deepening and your back was being pressed into the wall of a nearby shed.

Murphy pulled away from the kiss in heavy pants, hands caging you in between him and the wood. “Do you...do you want to do this?”

You rolled your eyes with a gentle smile, your hands wrapping around his neck tightly before you surged forwards to press your lips to his, locking your lips into a more passionate kiss in this moment.

Hopefully, the bonfire can hold out for a while before you two are done making up.

#a little drabble do ya #consumed-by-coffee #THIS TOOK ME OUT SJHFSJHK #i don't like murphy like that...but i may be on to somethin idk #z nation #z nation imagine #z nation drabble #z nation fanfiction #alvin murphy x reader #alvin murphy

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littlemisspp · 5 years

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Backsliding (Part 2) (TH)

A/N: This is part 2 of my Backsliding series. I might do a part 3, depending on if you guys wanna see more. Also, this DOES HAVE SMUT so if that isn’t your thing, I caution you not to read this. Side note, I have never written smut before, so if it’s bad lmk plz haha. Also thanks sm for liking part 1. I'm glad you guys liked it :]

PART ONE

⚠️ Warning: smut ⚠️

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If you weren’t so drunk, you probably would have felt bad for the cabbie driving you and Tom. The poor man had to listen to you and Tom smack lips the entire ride back to his apartment.

Without even looking back, Tom tossed the man the bills in payment and grabbed your hand, leading you up to his front door. You can feel your phone buzzing in your purse, your friends probably curious to see what you were doing. But the adrenaline kept you from checking into reality.

He unlocks the door and leads you inside, closing it promptly behind you. You slip off your heels, stepping onto the carpet and sigh. Even in your absurdly drunken state, you feel a pang in your heart as soon as you walked into the all too familiar flat.

Tom’s LA apartment was always a fun place. You and him shared a lot of great memories there, and being back made you feel melancholy. It was like you had never left, and that made your stomach sink.

You glance around the living room as he flips the lights on, moving to take off his shoes. You walk around, trying to notice any changes in the decor, but everything seemed the same.

“I haven’t changed anything” Tom commented, watching you move around the room. It was like he knew exactly what you were thinking. But knowing Tom, he probably did.

You turn, looking back at him with your eyebrows pulled together.

“Why not?”

Tom shrugs, shoving his hands into his front pockets and he moves to stand in front of you.

“I dunno” He says, eyes flicking to the floor. “I guess I liked how things were when you were around”

You blink, letting his words sink in. Sure, you understand the surface meaning of his answer, but you felt another meaning behind his words. He didn't just like his apartment from the time you dated. He liked everything when you dated.

You nod, deciding not to comment further and look down at your feet. Suddenly feeling a lot more sober.

“Tom-”

“Y/N” He interrupts. “Look, I know things were rough- and they still are. But, for tonight. Just one night. Can we act like things are normal?”

The look on his face seemed desperate. Almost as if he was begging you to agree. You couldn’t lie, you wanted nothing more than to go back to the ways things were. But this was reality, and you couldn't just pretend everything was perfect again.

“What about in the morning?” You quiz, folding your arms over your chest. “What do we do then?”

He looks away, inhaling sharply. Frankly, he had no idea what would happen in the morning, or how he would feel. Sure, he missed you like crazy, but he didn’t know how things would play out in the daylight.

“I-I don’t know” He says rather defeated.

Your heart sinks, for some reason you were hoping he would have a magical solution. You glance up at him, taking in his figure.

This was Tom in front of you. For half a year you had missed him dearly, your heart aching at the thought of him. Over the past six months you wanted nothing more than to be in his arms again. So why is it, that when you are face to face with him, you hesitate?

“Tom” you begin, deciding to speak from your heart. “The last six months have been... they have been terrible.”

He watches you speak, eyes locked onto yours as you go on:

“And-and I don’t want to have to go through that again.” You gulp, “Getting over you, Tom, was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.”

He looks at you, heart aching at your words. Of course he understood, he had gone through the same thing. Getting over your break up was one of the worst things he’d ever had to do. It took him weeks to even remotely feel like normal, even then, he missed you dearly.

Over the last 6 months he had dreamed of the day you’d waltz back in, and let him change your mind. He wanted you back more than anything, but the damage he caused from your last relationship scared him out of speaking up.

“I know” Tom states, rocking on his heels. “I know because I felt the same way.”

You raise an eyebrow at his words. You’d thought for sure he’d been fine after you left. You thought he’d be upset but that he would have bounced back quickly. His life was far too eventful and adventurous for him to be stuck on you. But you were very, very wrong.

“Why did you let me walk out?” You finally ask, after months of wondering. “Why did you just let me leave if it meant so much to you? If I meant so much to you?”

Tom’s blood starts to pump, unsure of how he was going to go about answering. He could play it coy, and claim he wasn’t going to stop you from being happy in a relationship, and leaving is clearly what you wanted. But the truth was he was so hurt by your initial exit he was just too stunned to run after you that night. It had felt like a thousand bricks had landed on him when he watched you close the door, he was stuck in his spot.

With a deep breath, he chooses his answer:

“Because it hurt” He replies. “It hurt watching you go and honestly, I was so surprised by it that I was in too much shock to even move. I thought you really loved me, Y/N”

You scoff, not even taking a moment to think before you speak.

“What the fuck?” You bark, angry. “Of course I loved you, Tom. You know that. You know that I tried everything to help save our relationship. Leaving was the last thing in the world I wanted to do. But you were gone all the time and when you were home you were either still busy or too tired to even give me the light of day and-”

“I still love you” Tom rushes, adrenaline pumping.

You blink, closing your mouth as you look at him.

“What?”

“I said, I still love you.” Tom says, running a nervous hand through his hair. “And damn it, Y/N, if I could just snap my fingers and go back in time I would do it all different. I would treat you better, I would make more time for us, and put us first. Put you first. Because that is what you deserve.”

Never in a million years would you have thought this could happen. You would have never dreamed of having him say these things to you. Your heart swelled, lips curling into a smile as tears begin to pool in your eyes.

“I still love you too” You peep, voice shaking with emotion. “I never stopped.”

Tom pulls you into his arms, embracing you tightly. You blink, tears running down your cheeks as you snuggle into him. It felt like a giant hole had been filled. All the questions you had were answered, the blank space in your heart seemed to be gone. It felt so good.

“I love you” Tom repeats, his voice in a whisper. His cheek pressed against your hair. “I love you so much”

You sniff, pulling back and look into his dark eyes. It felt so good to be back, to know his feelings for you were the same as you held for him. You place a hand on his cheek, fingertips nestled in his curls.

“J’kiss me” You mumble, repeating yourself from earlier in the night.

There you both stood, for the first time in what felt like an eternity. The world seemed to freeze in time as you kissed, but this time you were fueled by love and not vodka.

Things began to heat up, your arms grabbing onto his collar as you pull him closer into you. His strong arms holding you into him as he slowly walks you to the couch.

You both lay down, mouths parting while you adjust yourself on the pillows. Tom smiles, looking down at the woman in front of him.

“You’re beautiful” He whispers, leaning down to kiss you again.

His forearms rest on the cushion, holding his body above yours while you kiss. The temperature in the room rising quickly the more intense it got. Before you could stop yourself, you pull away form him, eyes looking into his.

“Show me” you pant, “Show me how much you love me.”

This takes Tom to a whole new level. His stomach fuzzing as his pants seem to be feeling tighter than before.

The mood of the room shifts from loving to lustful, Tom standing from the couch and ripping his shirt off, buttons bouncing on the ground at his feet. You don’t stop yourself from staring, noting he was in even better shape than the last time you’d done this.

You move so you're sitting up right, helping yourself to his belt buckle. You glance up, a cheeky look in your eye while he visibly gulps. It had been so long.

Shamelessly his pants are shoved to his ankles, a gleam in your eyes as your fingers move toward his waste band.

“Y/N” He breathes. “You don’t have to-”

“I want to” You reassure.

You did want to. More than anything. You loved making him feel good, you loved watching him react to you. And it made your confidence boost.

You plant a seemingly innocent kiss just below his bellybutton, looking up through your lashes. His mouth was half open, eyes wide as he looked at you in pure awe.

You were like the eighth wonder of the world.

Without a moment to spare his boxers are moved and forgotten, his breath catching in his throat. He had forgotten how good you were at this. His mind was doing jumping jacks as he glances down at you, eyes closed as your mouth moves around him.

You feel a hand move to your hair, something he’d always done when you blew him. The sound of grunts can be heard from above, feeling him twitch slightly between your lips. You pull away, mouth glistening as you look up.

His chest is heaving, sweat slowly starting to shine on his bare chest. You’re about to lean back in for more when he sets a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N” He says, “I need you. Now.”

His words send a shock wave through you, bouncing off your bones and bubbling in your stomach. He was just so sexy.

You stand, letting him fumble with the zipper of your dress. Within moments it’s thrown across the room, and you're standing in just your under garments.

If he wasn’t already hard he would’ve been just looking at you. He even notes you wore matching underwear and bra, the color complementing you perfectly.

“Gorgeous” He mumbles, leaning into kiss you again.

You rest your hands on his chest, feeling his fingers toy with the lacy band of your panties. Making you turned on even more. The anticipation was absolutely killing you.

“You’re not too bad yourself” You muse, rubbing your nose against his.

He runs a finger through your hair, eyes scanning your face.

“Are you sure?” He asks, voice quiet.

You had never been so sure about anything in your life. You felt if you didn’t get to feel him as soon as possible, you might explode right there in the living room.

“I’m sure” You confirm.

He doesn’t reply as he bent down to hook his arms by your knees, picking you up and placing you back onto the couch. The decorative pillows thrown aside as he moves to hover over you.

You kiss again, feeling him rub against your thigh and it sends you into over drive. Cheekily, you move your hips up and rub against him, hearing a soft moan come from this throat.

You lay back, hair spread against the side cushion of the couch as he watch him slip your underwear off, tossing them behind his shoulder rather comically.

The entire night had been a rollercoaster of emotions. Moving from anxiety, to lust, to love, to lust again. But now, staring into his eyes as he moves into you, you feel that intense feeling of love again.

You place your hand on his shoulder, nails digging into his bare skin as you moan. It felt just as amazing as you remembered.

He moves slowly, looking down to study your reactions. Your eyelids fluttered closed in pleasure, something that told him he was doing it right. But above his lust clouded mind, he was over the moon that it was you he was with.

You mutter something along the lines of ‘faster’, head turning in ecstasy. Your leg wraps around his hips, making him move even closer. If that was even possible.

He bends down to kiss you, moving from your lips down to your neck and collar bone, something he always knew made you go wild. He was getting close, the feeling of you under him and the audible sounds of pleasure from you making him move even closer to the edge.

That all too familiar feeling comes over you, your nerves feeling electric as you open your mouth in satisfaction.

“Oh Tom” you exclaim, squeezing your eyes shut as the feeling washes over you.

That did him in, and before he knew it he was hitting his wall, moans falling from both your mouths as that moment of bliss hits.

Chest panting you open your eyes, watching him in his most intimate moments. He was so gorgeous. You run a hand through his now sweaty hair, both of you breathing heavy.

He adjusts himself and moves to lay beside you on the couch, flinging a blanket from the top of the couch over your naked bodies.

You turn and spoon him, feeling his warm body cuddling into yours. A securing arm falling over your stomach, rubbing circles on your bare skin with is fingers.

“I love you” He whispers, breath hitting your neck.

“I love you too”

#tom holland fic #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland blurb #tom holland x reader #tom holland smut

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me vs. my best friend (kpop edition)

welcome to whatever this is i guess, well my nickname is nana so nice to meet y’all and since this is a post about me AND my best friend her nickname is kun so i’m just gonna refer to her as kun so just saying that now do y’all don’t get confused later

WARNING: this is an extremely long post so if you don’t want to read all of it i can’t blame you but it did take me roughly 8 hours to write this so i’d appreciate it if you read it but it’s okay if you don’t^^ also please respect our opinions and if any of you want to answer these questions in the comments or reblogs then please feel free to do so!!

so this was originally gonna be a youtube video but honestly i’m way too lazy to edit roughly 82 different music videos into 15 minutes. so i’m just gonna do it here until i get motavated enough to actually download 82 music videos and edit them down into clips. at the bottom of this is a spotify playlist of the songs i was gonna download audio/music videos for if you want to take a listen, there is one for me and one for kun ^^

so i guess i’ll start btw kun’s list took me SO LONG cause she’s also indecisive so we sat on the phone for 2 hours while she was answering these questions i swear

me (nana)

kun

both of us

1. Favorite Male Group:

- got7; im not even gonna lie those seven goof balls mean the world to both of us, like we’re seeing them on july 6th for the second year in a row, how can they top the greatest day of our lives?

- i adore all of them so much and they’ve made me the happiest i’ve ever been and i can’t believe i actually fell in love with one of them??? like it sound STUPID AF but like i deadass fell in love with mark tuan and i don’t regret it at all

- MY BOYS! honestly because of them i laugh constantly and can’t help but love them! especially yugyeom! he’s so cute i can’t! his eyes, his voice, his everything i adore him and he owns my heart from now until forever

2. Favorite Female Group:

- aoa; aoa was my first girl group besides f(x) and they have a special place in my heart but other then them i also adore twice

- red velvet; im not too into girl groups but i’m trying but so far i really enjoy red velvet and their personalities and they’re few of the girl groups i actually know the names of lol

3. Favorite Band:

- day6; we’re jyp stan’s at heart (and sm stan’s im not gonna lie) we’ve loved all of jyp’s groups and soloists thus far, honestly day6 doesn’t have a single bad song if you ask us

(dowoon owns my heart just thought you would like to know that)

(and brian owns mine whoops)

4. Favorite Underrated Boy Group:

- the boyz; they’re so cute and talented so stan them asap plz (also stan astro my bubs) okay so this one was hard for me ngl, i adore the group kun chose from the bottom of my heart but a lot of our answers are similar so i wanted to change it up

- astro; thanks to nana she dragged me into loving these goof balls and i’m so glad she did, they’re all so adorable and they have great music so stan my babies :(( sanha is the cutest babie and i love him please love my beagle boy

5. Favorite Underrated Girl Group:

- dreamcatcher; hands down one of the easiest questions for me? like idk i adore these girls and they’re great so please stan :D

- clc; MY GIRLS MY QUEENS okay so other than red velvet they’re my favorite girl group and i’m absolutely not gonna deny that

6. Favorite Rookie Boy Group:

- stray kids

so i’ve stanned stray kids since predebut, specifically when hellevator was released, YALL HAVE NO CLUE HOW HYPED I WAS im serious i didn’t shut up about these boys and i’m so glad they’re so beyond successful and i adore each and every one of them p.s stream side effects

i’ve liked stray kids since predebut but after nana’s persistence i ended up adoring the members more than anything (except yugyeom) i major stanned since january of 2018 and i’m so proud of my boys :((

7. Favorite Rookie Girl Group:

- itzy; so other than everglow it was hard for us to make a decision on this, neither of us STAN STAN many girl groups so most girl group debuts slip our minds after watching them but dalla dalla had been stuck in both of our heads for months now so that’s why we ended up choose itzy (also jyp girl group duh)

8. Favorite Disbanded Group:

- speed; okay so most people don’t know them and i am: depressed about it but it’s okay, they’re my boys and i love them, one of the members is actually zico’s older brother so oof yes talented family, they’re great and i miss them so much :(((

- history; so roughly towards the end of 2016 i saw their video just might die and queen, nana had already played me queen before and i really enjoyed the song (bop listen to it plz) and i just loved them from then on, after they announced their disbandment last year ngl it hurt cause i love them

(i could only find the audio of just might die without having to download the video so the link to the video is attached to just might die)

9. Favorite Sub Unit:

- NCT Dream; okay i’m not that person to be like Oh I oNlY stAn ThIs UnIt OF nCt no i stan all 21 members and whoever else joins from that HOWEVER all of the dreamies are really really high on my bias list so that’s why i chose them for my favorite unit (stream dnyl thanks :D) im actually listening to dnyl while writing this so love that

so i couldn’t find any gifs of nct dream ot7 so i settled for this cute gif of jisung

- WayV; i love all of nct but kun (+johnny and mark) are at the top of my nct bias list. i love take off and i love every song they’ve released so far, my boys ARE APART OF NCT (for y’all dululu fans) also stream dnyl for nana so she’ll shut up about how much she adores dream not that she’ll ever shut up about how much she loves them tbh

10. Favorite Duo:

- Jus2 + JJ Project

- again here comes the utter LOVE for jyp groups along with got7 i adore both of these duos beyond belief and i need mark to have a duo or a unit or SOMETHING cause i love him with every ounce of my being

- yugyeom. that’s it. yugyeom is the loml and there’s nothing he does where i won’t love him, focus on me hit somewhere different and i LOVE IT and HIM and of course jaebum cause he’s great too uwu i also love both of jjp and i was so exited for tomorrow, today so that helped too^^

11. Favorite Senior Group:

- infinite; so infinite. yeah i’m a HUGE inspirit and i miss hoya, sunggyu, and sungyeol like hell but it’s okay, i adore infinite im not gonna lie (to be fair i adore a lot of groups) and they mean a lot to me, out of my ults i think myungsoo has consistently stayed at the same place since 2016 as my second ultimate bias oof wow, it was also hard to choose between infinite, suju, and shinee like damn

- super junior; so i love suju? i love them more after once again thanks to nana’s persistence after black suit came out even though i was gonna listen to it away, i already loved heechul and leeteuk but dang i really love them and so does nana. but she likes too many groups to just choose one without overthinking it ALOT

12. Favorite Debut Song:

- come back again by infinite; okay so this was also a really hard one cause i love nct’s debut as well as ateez and astro but i ended up choosing come back again cause i find my self searching far and wide just to listen to this song (cause it’s not on apple music or spotify)

- pirate king by ateez; so yes i know that their debut was TECHNICALLY treasure but i love pirate king too much to not say it was my favorite debut, this song is still on constant repeat and always will be like uGH

13. Favorite Male Soloist:

- jeong sewoon; so im a big ol mush pile for all of the produce 101 s2 boys so of course sewoon would be up there with jinyoung, donghan, and SO MANY OTHER GREAT MEN, i adore his voice and the way he sings, he’s just so? great??

- dean; dean was the first kpop artist i ever listened to even without knowing he was a k-r&b artist, i love his voice, it’s so soothing and i can never stop listening to it

14. Favorite Female Soloist:

- chungha; coincidently snapping came out the day before i started writing this so yes?? queen?? but seriously i love her so much and i can’t ever contain my love for her music

- IU; she so ADORABLE? i love all of her music and i can’t believe she’s an actual human being, i seriously love her so much that it’s just uncontainable, she has one of the best voices in the kpop industry

15. Favorite Male Vocalist:

- baekhyun of exo; exo was my first group i ever got into, and they never cease to amaze me when it comes to their music. they never and i mean NEVER disappoint with their albums and bsides, as to why i chose baekhyun is simple, HIS VOICE SENDS CHILLS DOWN MY SPINE i mean so does jongdae but still

- kyungsoo of exo; i love kyungsoo and his voice and i’m going to miss him beyond belief after he leaves on july 1st :(( but seriously his voice knows no bounds and i can’t help but melt when i hear it

16. Favorite Female Vocalist:

- seola of wjsn; so i’m just saying now i don’t know much about wjsn but this girl. her vocals. yes? after her song with kihyun came out i fell in love with her vocals from then

- sunmi; i love my supportive queen, she’s great and beautiful and i love all of her music, i will never fail to bop to heroine at any time of day just because i love her that much like yes queen

17. Favorite Male Dancer:

- ten of nct; i don’t think much needs to be said as to why ten is my favorite male dancer. he is beyond anything i’ve ever seen before and has my complete respect for his passion for dancing and it makes me want to be a better dancer just so i can be proud of myself

- yugyeom of got7; oH i WonDer WhY yUgyEoM iS heRE, seriously i love his dancing more than anything and all of his freestyle clips on instragram make me have the utmost love for him beyond what i already have for him

18. Favorite Female Dancer:

- seulgi of red velvet; i’ve watched her dancing over the years and i’m never not mesmerized by her stage presence and the way she is so detailed with how she moves

- lisa of blackpink; she’s a great dancer and i will never deny that, she’s also a great rapper and her stage presence is great especially when she’s dancing (specifically taki taki)

19. Favorite Male Rapper:

- changbin of stray kids; okay so i knew from the moment i heard hellevator that this group would be big and man did they not disappoint, changbin has one of the best rapping styles and voices i’ve ever heard in my life, his speed and his lyrics are so amazing and 3racha songs are AMAZING too like wow this man and his power over me

- jooheon of monsta x; not only has joohoney wreaked my bias list but he has absolutely one of the most unique voices i’ve ever heard, his raps are so hard hitting and i can’t ever get over them, his solo work has potential to be soty because of how talented he is

20. Favorite Female Rapper:

- jessi; okay so i actually had a few female rappers in mind by it kept going back to jessi each time, i genuinely love her voice and i LIVE for her roasts like yes, also i love all of her music? like she has great music i 10/10 recommend

- yeeun of clc; i don’t know many female rappers but yeeun has been one of my favorites for awhile now and i love her voice, it’s just so great to see how much she’s improved and i’m so proud

21. Favorite Male Choreography:

- superhuman by nct 127; so honestly this was absolutely the hardest question for me, i love dancing and i love most male choreographies so idk why i came to this decision, actually i do, superhuman is honestly a wonderful dance and i love watching it each and every single time i seen it on my recommended on youtube

- highlight by seventeen; the performance unit has so much power and stage presence that it was so hard no to choose this song, they all have such great and precise movements when they dance and it’s beautiful

22. Favorite Female Choreography:

- chase me by dreamcatcher; i love this choreography so much? seriously these girls always kill it and i really want them to grow because they really deserve it

- hobgoblin by clc; this was the first female choreography i really really wanted to learn based on the dance other than russian roulette and dumb dumb by red velvet!!

23. Favorite Male Solo Song:

- fire by sik-k; i absolutely LOVE sik-k so naturally i wanted to choose one of his songs so i went though a bunch if my favorite songs of his and settled on fire, it was a very hard choice though cause addict exists and so does iffy but still

- crooked by g-dragon; crooked has always been one of my favorites by GD it just sounds so different and his voice just makes it one of my favorites, middle fingers-up is a close second for GD

24. Favorite Female Solo Song:

- why by taeyeon; idk why i love this song so much but i just do, i also love taeyeon so much like uwu yes, but seriously i really love all of taeyeons solo music as well as snsd

- honey tea by oohyo; honey tea is one of those songs you could listen to in a cafe or on a relaxing walk with your earbuds in just taking in the crisp air. it makes me feel super calm and just in a space where i feel like everything is chill and cool

25. Favorite Non-Kpop Artist:

- luhan; by baby lulu uwu, i’m absolutely a mushy gushy soft mess for that baby, he’s so cute and kinda and his music is just?? great????? what??? i seriously did not even have a second thought about this but some honorable mentions are definitely big time rush, 5sos, kris wu, joji, etc.

- conan gray; where do i bEGin?! his songs are by far some of my favorites. not only is he a great artist, he has this way with his music that is almost melancholic in sound. it sounds so entrancing and crush culture, generation why, and lookalike are some of my favorites^^

26. Favorite Non-Kpop Song:

- imitation by luhan; remember when i said i was gush for this man? i wasn’t joking. at all. i seriously love his voice and i just UGH love him, and this song?? bop.

- honey by lay; this song has taken over my life. i have it on repeat almost every night because lay did so well. it has such a good beat and so easy to just listen to over and over (but not out loud lolol)

Top 10 Groups:

nana:

1. GOT7

2. NCT

3. Stray Kids

4. Ateez

5. Monsta X

6. Day6

7. EXO + Astro

8. Infinite

9. SF9

10. The Boyz

kun:

1. GOT7

2. NCT

3. Day6

4. Stray Kids

5. EXO

6. Astro

7. Monsta X

8. SF9

9. Ateez

10. Seventeen

Top 10 Biases:

nana:

1. Mark Tuan (GOT7)

2. Myungsoo/L (Infinite)

3. Doyoung, Donghyuck/Haechan, Jaemin, Jaehyun, Jeno, Mark, Yuta, and Taeil (NCT)

4. San (Ateez)

5. Hyunjin, Jisung, Changbin, Felix, and Chan (Stray Kids)

6. Brian/Young K (Day6) + Youngmin (ab6ix)

7. Minhyuk (Monsta X), and Hwiyoung (SF9)

8. Chanyeol, Sehun, and Baekhyun (EXO)

9. Minhyuk/Rocky (Astro)

10. Kevin, Changmin/Q, Eric, Jacob, Sunwoo and Hwall (The Boyz)

kun:

1. Yugyeom (GOT7)

2. Dowoon (Day6)

3. Seungmin & Felix (Stray Kids)

4. Jooheon (Monsta X)

5. Rowoon (SF9)

6. Kun + Mark + Johnny (NCT)

7. Yunho + Mingi (Ateez)

8. Sanha + MJ + JinJin (Astro)

9. S.Coups (Seventeen)

10. Kyungsoo/D.O + Chanyeol (EXO)

[ nana; tumblr playlist ]

[ kun; tumblr playlist ]

btw for kun i added my favorite songs by some of the artists she had listed cause i didn’t ask her and i was too lazy so i hope y’all enjoy both playlists if you want to listen to them ^^

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EXO Quiz

♦ Pick your top 5 biases and answer the questions

1. Kyungsoo | 2. Jongdae | 3. Chanyeol | 4. Yixing | 5. Baekhyun

♦ What do you like about 4?

I love so many things about Lay... hmm, if I were to choose just one thing that I really like I guess it would be his sincerity. I love how very candid he is with his feelings.

♦ Is 2 an alcoholic?

I don’t believe he is just because I remember during an interview he once said “I believe that alcohol can make happy times even more fun but when consumed when you are sad it turns into a poison” or something to that extent.

♦ Can 1 sing?

Is that a real question? It’s his voice I blame for me currently being such K-pop trash. I luv u bby plz come back to me healthy and happy from the military!!

♦ Is 5 in a relationship?

I don’t think so... he was... but I don’t think he is right now. But, what the hell do I know right?

♦ Would you go out with 3?

Probably not (lols!! xD) And I say this in the most loving way: he seems like a lot of work. Channie is sweet and hard working and super sensitive but I don’t think I could date ANYONE in EXO. They are all so amazing and perfect and I don’t think I could ever be good enough for any of them.

♦ Is 2 hot?

Quite! 😘

♦ Can 3 cook?

His tteok-bokki recipe is apparently very popular on SNS.

♦ What do you like about 1?

I have written a literal essay about what I like about Do Kyungsoo. Please follow the cut for my fangirl feels.

Ult bias... heh... I will try to keep this as concise as possible considering I can talk about how amazing and perfect he is all night.

My ultimate bias is Kyungsoo. Besides the obvious reasons as to why he's so amazing (from his beautiful, deep, baritone voice which is always so textured and full of emotions to his vulnerable, boundary-pushing, award-winning acting prowess, to his razor focus at perfecting any craft he puts his mind to - whether it's singing, acting, cooking, tap dancing, pronunciation of the English language, or putting on screen protectors!) the 3 qualities that I truly admire in him is his humble and respectful attitude towards everyone who comes in contact with him, his candidness, and his ability to flip it all on its head at the drop of a hat.

Kyungsoo has been praised by multiple people who have worked with him (co-actors and staff members alike) for his warm and caring personality. Whenever the other members are messing around too much, Kyungsoo who would scold them to focus so that the crew could rest or go home faster. When Chanyeol was stuck at home because he had hurt his vocal cords and couldn't sing or talk to anyone for I think nearly a month, Kyungsoo would often stop by and keep him company, sitting there in silence while playing games on his phone. He would show his love by cooking for the members, sending food trucks to member's individual project shoots, constantly asking the filming crew if they had eaten yet and that they should take a break. He’s even left to go and buy food for the staff members and brought it back for them, which is so rare in the industry! During concerts prep, he could often be seen helping staff members move sound equipment or asking if there was anything he could help with. That level of selflessness is so heartwarming to me. He never sees himself as a celebrity, being an insanely shy and reserved guy, he most likely dislikes the idea of "being a celebrity" so to see someone of his status/caliber be so down-to-earth it's an extremely attractive quality.

And yet, somehow, despite his rather laid back approach, Kyungsoo can often be so random in his own quirky way. I love that I know what to expect with him and yet never be bored watching him. He’s insanely caring and yet has a very strict moral code (see EXO Ladder S2 for all the “strict, rule following” Kyungsoo). He often comes off proper and polite but has moments where he would curse on national television (aka EXO Arcade) or say inappropriate or slightly perverted comments (multiple interviews and concert talks). He hates being called cute or adorable (from wearing cutesy hats to doing “aegyo”) and yet, without trying at all, he is often the squishiest human in existence. He has this amazing ability to be so competent at such a variety of things (see list above) and yet when he fails, he fails spectacularly as well. I love that duality about him - it makes him feel multifaceted and relatable AF.

*sigh* There are so many other things that I can talk about (like how he proves that he’s a hopeless romantic when he was asked if he would choose ‘friendship’ or ‘love’, he candidly said ‘love’ without even hesitating. Or how he confessed about wanting to retire from the idol life and be a simple farmer, living off the land with his lovely wife and kids. Or how when EXO was asked what their ideal vacation destination would be, everyone wrote down an actual place and Kyungsoo just wrote, “I don’t care where we go as long as it’s together.” Or that he considers his two puppies his little sisters rather than pets in the family.) I honestly can go on and on and on but I’ll leave it off with a comment he said during an interview with JYP. The host asked him if he sees celebrity life as a good one or one that is uncomfortable? And perhaps the p.c. answer would have been something along the lines of positive experiences but instead Kyungsoo spoke from the heart and confessed that there are many things about the life that he’s uncomfortable with. That there were so many times that he was so tired of this lifestyle that he wanted to quit it all. I commend his resolve to not shy away from the truth and that candidness made me feel as though I can trust what I get with him: what you see is what you get. He’s not your ideal idol but that imperfection is what makes him so perfect and beautiful to me. Kyungsoo with forever be my penguin prince!

♦ Has 4 had any solo albums?

Too many tbh, DAMNIT SM BRING BACK LAY TO EXO!! Yes, all of his self produced albums are fucking amazing and he totally doesn’t need SM to prove that he is a world-class artist but I miss Lay touching EXO’s butts 🤣 I love their hangouts and interactions and I just need Lay to comeback and be with his brothers!! 😢

♦ Would you set-up pair 2 and 5 together?

Lmaooooo!!! Chen and Baek would be the loudest, most chaotic pair ever!

♦ Do you think 3 would be a good parent?

He would definitely be the “fun/cool” parent. xD

♦ What do you like about 2?

Dem vocals tho! OMFG!!

♦ Would 3 take drugs?

I don’t know. I guess his hyper ass could do with a bit of weed in his life but probably not like... hard drugs. *shrugs* I just don’t feel like he’s the type.

♦ Would 4 bail you out of jail?

He’s not in jail with me? Hmm, yeah, I think he would then.

♦ Has 2 ever been on reality TV?

Can we define “Reality TV” shows a bit more? Like does that include competition shows and variety shows? Because if those count then he’s been on "King of Mask Singer” and “Travel without Manager”.

♦ Out of 1 and 5 who would be more likely to ask you out?

Like I said above, I honestly don’t think I am at all worthy of being asked out by any of the members from EXO but if we are going to play the delusional game for a tiny bit... of the 5... I think Kyungsoo would just because I’m not “confident” enough to be attractive to Baekhyun. :3

♦ Is 5 tall?

Not compared to the baby giraffe that is Park Chanyeol.

♦ Do you like 4’s current hair style?

100%! This look on his is so refined and yet cool and sexy. ;) But, then again, Lay baby always look scrumptious!

♦ Is 2 gay?

It has been confirmed that he is not and is getting married and is going to be a Jongdaddy! :DD

♦ Would 3, 4 and 2 have a cross-dressing show?

Sure... I think they would be game... >_< Or is that just me being hopeful?

♦ Would 1 go skinny dipping?

No, he is waaaaaaay too shy to reveal his body. He said he has a tummy. *blushes* I think it’s cute but then again anything about him I find insanely attractive so... *shrugs*

♦ Does 3 remind you of anyone you know?

Not really. Channie is really playful and competitive and has a shit ton of energy but he’s also sensitive and really sweet.

♦ Would 5 watch porn?

I 100% believe he does. I say this lovingly but hentai Baek is real.

♦ Would you marry 1 but then have them divorce you 6 months later; marry 2 but have them run away a year later; date 3 but then lose them in a car crash a year later; date 4 but then break up 2 years later or sleep with 5 and have them or you pregnant?

Wow... Um... none of these options are really great. *sigh* Idk... I guess, I can live with dating Lay for 2 years. What an honor that would be. :3

#EXO #regarding K-Pop #about the blogger #questionaire

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Hi, thank you so much for wanting to read my story! I hope it works that I just attached it here, if it still doesn’t load I can try again with sending it in smaller increments. I hope you like it!

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You had been out at the localdiner, sitting by the window with a pile of essay papers in front of you and adrink in your hand that you were swirling with your finger. A strand of hairfell in front of your eye and you delicately reached up and placed it backbehind your ear, your French-manicured fingertips resting on your cheek, stillintact from your last “girl’s night in” with your friends at your house. Youwere almost always busy with practices for something, always helping otherpeople or working your butt off at whatever you were doing, so it was nice toget a little time to yourself amongst all the crazy. You had actually been outfor lunch with a few other people, but when they had finished their meals andleft, you had decided to stay back and work on your latest AP Lit essay.

It wasalmost odd how you had adjusted back into regular life after all the UpsideDown insanity. One moment you had been worried about whether you would be ableto fit in going to the big “party of the year” with all your other friends betweenbeing the lead in the musical, maintaining your straight A’s, writing your nextarticle as president of the school newspaper, cheerleading practice, volunteeringat the animal shelter, tutoring, and helping your brother Dustin and hisfriends with their AV Club, and the next minute Will Byers was missing and youhad to drop everything and fight to save not only yourself and your brother’slives, but the whole world.

Now, hereyou were again, only a little while after it seemed, and for the most part, youwere okay. Still a straight A student, still almost guaranteed to be acceptedinto an Ivy League college, still the most loved and one of the most popularpeople in school. You had a personality that drew people into you, you werekind, you laughed a lot, you were happy.After all that had happened, you were still happy.

You still had nightmares, ofcourse. Sometimes those horrible flashbacks of the Upside Down would come backto you and you’d wake up in a cold sweat, sobbing and screaming your head off.But, you always knew when you woke up that no matter how real it seemed, nomatter how petrified you were, all you needed to do was pick up the phone onyour nightstand and call Steve and he’d be there immediately. You loved yourbrother and his friends with all your heart, but no matter how many awkward, comfortinghugs Dustin gave you, it never made you feel as safe as Steve did, just holdingyou in his arms and letting you cry into his chest. So, with shaking hands, youalways picked up the phone and dialed the number you knew by heart, and inminutes he would be at your windowsill, arms wide open for you to run into.

Steve hadbeen your rock through this whole thing. You two had never been close before,only friends that occasionally talked as they passed each other in the hallway.But after you had both almost died protecting each other, it had pushed the twoof you together. Now, he was easily your best friend in the world. No one atschool really knew what had happened, one day you two had been acquaintancesand the next you were inseparable, but everyone could tell how much you caredfor each other and were happy for you.

You had toadmit that over the last few weeks you had fallen for Steve, much more than youever intended. He had been with Nancy, up until a few days ago, and it wasn’tright for you to feel the way you did about him. But, you couldn’t help thatevery time he walked into a room and saw you, his eyes would light up and agrin would stretch across his face, sending your heart pounding a million timesan hour. You fell more for him every day, and you knew you had already passedthe point of turning back.

So now asyou sat in your oversized NYU sweatshirt, your hair falling in waves framingyour face, you stared out the window and thought of Steve Harrington. You heardyour finger clicking your pen in a steady rhythm, which was mostly covered upby the thick fabric of your sweatshirt enveloping your hand. You should havebeen writing about the “critical role Atticus played in ‘To Kill aMockingbird’”, but all you could think about was Steve’s arms wrapped aroundyou and his eyes looking into yours, crinkling at the corners as he smiled downat you. It was a look that you knew too well, one that sent butterfliesexploding in your stomach every time.

Somehow inyour daydreaming, you hadn’t noticed that Steve himself’s truck had flown intothe parking lot of the diner—at least not until Dustin leapt out of thepassenger seat, came running into the diner, whipped his head around until hesaw you, ran towards your table, and started grabbing all your papers as fastas he could.

“Dustin? Dustin, what the hell are youdoing? What are you doing with my stuff—why are you here in Steve’s truck?” youcried out, to no answer. “Dustin Henderson, I swear to God, if you don’t tellme what’s going on right now—”

“Y/N, I’mreally sorry, there’s no time to explain, but I need you to get in the truck right now.”

You staredat him for a second, and then you saw the look in his eyes and nodded. “Okay,Dusty, I’m coming.” You pulled a five dollar bill out of your pocket, set itdown on the table, grabbed your papers from Dustin’s arms, shoved them in yourbag, and ran out the door after him.

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You werecrouched inside the dingy bus in the junkyard, Steve and Dustin next to you,with Lucas and your brother’s new friend Max up on top. Dustin was sitting in aseat across from you, his head in his hands as he isolated himself fromeveryone else. You were sitting on the floor about a foot from Steve, andalthough your heart was racing at being in such close proximity to him, yourconcern for your little brother overruled all your other emotions. You lookedover at Steve with worried eyes, only for him to smile at you, lift your handwith both of his, and hold it between his palms. He mouthed the words, “he’sokay” to you, and you instantly relaxed, smiling at him.

After asecond, Steve seemed to realize what he was doing, and awkwardly looked down,gently placing your hand back on your lap and nervously trying to play off whathe had naturally done. You hadn’t noticed his heart begin to pound as your skinhad come in contact with his own.

With asmile, you scooched closer to him until you were against him and laid your headon his shoulder, wrapping your soft sleeves around his arm. Looking up at him,you saw that he was grinning down at you with adoration. You gazed into hiseyes for a minute, studying their warm, chocolate-like hue, as he gazed backinto yours, both of you holding an intense stare. It seemed like it should havebeen awkward, but it didn’t feel awkward at all. It just felt…right. His mouthfell slightly open as he looked down at you, just enough that it made yourealize that the gap between your faces was much smaller than you realized,your noses almost touching.

Youself-consciously averted your eyes to the floor, breaking the connectionbetween you. You felt both yourself and him let out a breath that neither ofyou knew you were holding, before you felt his warm fingertips against yourcheek, gently directing your face so you were looking at him again.

“Y/N…” wasall he breathed out, his voice slightly shaky.

Your headwas tilted up right at him, both your hearts pounding out of your chests, whena loud sound like a roar echoed through the air, and the two of you, startled,jumped apart and rushed to the barred-in window, along with Dustin.

“You seehim?” your brother whispered, looking up towards Steve.

“No,” wasthe reply, almost inaudible, as Steve’s eyes scanned over the area.

Dustin whippedaround, directing his voice to where he knew Lucas and Max were on top of thebus.

“Lucas,what’s going on?”

“Hold on!”you heard Lucas yell back after a few seconds. “I’ve got eyes! 10 o’clock! 10o’clock!”

Through thefog, you saw a large, dark shape, and heard a small growl. Looking up, youwhispered as quietly as you could, “Steve—Steve, I see it.”

Steve lookeddown at you, and although most people wouldn’t even notice it, you saw fear inhis eyes. Unconsciously, you reached out and laced your fingers with his own,squeezing his hand in reassurance.

“What’s hedoing?” you heard Dustin say from the other side of the tall, brown-haired boy,who only shook his head subtly and whispered that he didn’t know.

A fewseconds passed, and you heard Steve’s voice rush out the words, “He’s nottaking the bait—Y/N, why isn’t he taking the bait?”

Your brotherpiped up quietly again, “Maybe he’s not hungry.”

At thatmoment, the realization hit both you and Steve at the same time, and you lookedup into his slowly widening eyes. “Maybe he’s sick of cow,” he said.

He backedaway from the window, dropping your hand, and standing by the ladder for a merefew seconds, before turning around and picking up his baseball bat and thelighter.

“Steve—Steve,what are you doing? Steve?” you whispered, every word gaining speed as yourealized what he was going to do.

“Just…beready,” he said, throwing the lighter into Dustin as he stared at Steve withwide eyes.

He turnedaround and stood in front of the door. You felt tears start to gather in youreyes, tears of fear for the boy you knew you were in love with. “Steve,please…” you said, trying to cover your mouth with your hand.

His eyesconnected with yours for a second, and you saw a million different emotions inhis eyes before he turned around, and slowly pushed open the door.

His bat wasraised behind his head like he was ready to take a swing, and you saw him flipit around for a second in front of him before returning it to its position.

After aminute, he whistled a few times, and you heard his voice saying the words,“Come on, buddy,” before whistling again.

At thatmoment, Max came scrambling down the ladder, asking Dustin what Steve wasdoing, but you tuned out his response, focusing all your energy on praying thathe was going to be okay.

“C’mon, it’sdinnertime. Human tastes better than cat, I promise,” you heard Steve say froma few yards away from Dart.

You lookedto your left to see Max whisper through the chainmail, “He’s insane”, only tohave a massive grin stretch across Dustin’s face as he replied, “He’s awesome.”

You felt aninvoluntary smile grow across your own face before whispering to yourself,“Yeah, he is.” You didn’t notice Dustin and Max’s small smiles as they lookedover at you, staring out the window through the rusty chainmail at him withcomplete adoration in your eyes.

Until thefog cleared, and you could see a ripple go through Dart’s body as he inchedcloser to Steve.

You couldphysically feel Steve’s fear, see his wide eyes and the terror seize his bodyeven though you could only see his back. You knew because he had stoppedswinging his bat.

“Steve,watch out!” you heard Lucas shriek through the bus.

“I’m alittle busy here!” Steve’s voice had yelled back.

And then yousaw them. Both the demo-dogs sneaking up behind Steve, flanking him on threesides.

“STEVE!” youcried automatically, screaming your lungs out to make sure he heard you. Thesecond he heard your voice, he whipped around, his eyes completely vulnerable.“STEVE, THERE’S TWO MORE! BEHIND YOU!”

Just likethat, he was swinging to protect his life, the things pouncing at him as hetried to knock them away.

“STEVE!”Dustin screamed, running out of the bus. “Steve, abort, abort!”

He rolledover a car, knocking away a demo-dog just in time as all the kids started toscream for him to run, waving their hands for him to get to the door.

“He’s notgoing to make it,” you whispered to yourself. “Not on his own.”

You rippedoff your sweatshirt and threw it to the ground, leaving you in a gray tank top,before you picked a heavy metal crowbar off the ground, spinning it in yourhand before pushing your way through the kids, all yelling your name, and runningout to Steve.

“Y/N!” he screamed, turningaround and locking his terrified eyes with yours for only a second before ademo-dog ran up to his right and he hit it away.

He didn’t see Dart leapingtowards him from his left, not until too late, as he whipped around and saw thecreature in the air, about to rip him apart. You ran up to him with all thespeed you possibly had, swinging your crowbar in a perfect arc with so muchforce that the thing was thrown through the air and collapsed against the sideof a car with a thwack, leaving amassive dent in the door.

Steve was staring at you withhis mouth agape, and you heard Dustin yell the words, “THAT’S MY SISTER!” fromthe bus. That was when Dart and the others started to move again, and yougrabbed Steve’s hand, sprinting and pulling him along behind you as fast as youpossibly could, dodging the creatures flying at you from all directions, bothof you diving into the bus with all the might you had and throwing yourselvesagainst the metal floor, just as the demo-dogs all jumped at the door together.Dustin, Lucas, and Max immediately slammed the bus door shut as you and Stevecovered it with scrap metal, Steve protectively wrapping his arm around you andholding the sheet there with his legs.

The kids were all yelling overeach other in chaos, but the only thing you could fully understand was Lucasyelling, “THEY CAN’T GET IN, THEY CAN’T!”

Just as hesaid it the scrap metal went flying back and the kids went running away fromthe door, Steve pushing you behind him and jumping in front of you, hittingaway the demo-dog with his bat as Dustin frantically called for help over hisheadset. You rushed over to Dustin, Lucas, and Max, as dents appeared in themetal next to them as the demo-dogs threw themselves at every possibleentrance, lifting up your crowbar to protect them.

The kidswere yelling their heads off, and you heard loud stomping on the roof as dentsappeared there, too, before Max screamed at the top of her lungs from beneaththe ladder, where a demo-dog was reaching its head in through the openemergency exit.

Steve wasthere in an instant, screaming your name and pushing all the kids and youbehind him. You wrapped your arms around them, even though they were all fairlyclose to your size, holding them to you and protecting them. Steve wasscreaming at the thing, his bat raised above his head, about to swing, when theroaring stopped. The demo-dog lifted its head, let a screech out into the nightair, and just like that, it took off, sprinting away with all the others. Thebus shook back and forth under the weight of the things, but after a minute,Steve’s bat cautiously lowered, and he turned around.

He walkedacross the bus and out the door again with it lifted behind his shouldercarefully, scanning the junkyard to make sure they were really gone.

“What. Happened,”Lucas said, walking towards the door.

“I…I don’tknow,” was Max’s reply.

“Stevescared them off,” Dustin whispered in awe from the doorway.

Steve turnedaround, finally lowering his bat for real. “No. No way.” He paused, looking atthe kids. “They’re going somewhere.”

The kidsstarted talking to each other nervously, as Steve’s bat dropped from his handand hit the ground. You could see how drained he was, see the remnants of theadrenaline that had been pushing him through his fear disappearing.

And just like that, you letgo. You walked past the kids, all sitting in front of the door, and wentstraight to Steve’s arms. Your fingers clutched at his jacket, holding him astight as you could, as if at any second the world would be torn apart and youcould be separated. You felt his warm arms wrap around you, too, pulling youagainst him as much as he could, leaning down and burying his face in yourhair. You heard a small noise come from Steve, and it only took you a second torealize that he had let out a small sob.

This was your Steve. Most ofthe world looked and saw him as “King Steve”, the handsome athlete that wasclearly always so tough and strong, never subjecting himself to emotions oranything worth anything. But, this was the side of Steve that he only ever showedto you, the side no one else had ever seen of him. This vulnerable, innocentboy that just needed someone to hold him and tell him that everything was goingto be okay.

Even when he was with Nancy,he never went to her for anything like this. It was always you. That was how hehad known that he was in love with you. He had been with Nancy for only alittle while when he had realized it. But, you were too good for him. No matterhow much he loved you, you’d never go for him, so he never did anything aboutit. He just stayed with Nancy, even though it hurt him every day to even thinkabout you with other people, or anyone other than him.

You wrapped your arms aroundhim even tighter, reassuring him that you were there, that it was okay, that hehad saved you and the kids and that he was safe with you. He started shaking,wracked with sobs just out of shock for what had happened. You knew if youhadn’t been here, he would have just held it in, stayed strong for yourbrother, Max, and Lucas.

And then you started to crywith him: because of the pain you felt from head to toe, the surely developingbruises and scratches you had sustained, because only two hours ago you wereeating with friends and now you had almost watched the love of your life diewithout him even knowing how you felt, because if not for your stupid impulsethat you hadn’t even thought about before doing, Steve, your brother, Max,Lucas, and you all would have died, because that horrible thing out there had eaten the cat you’d had and loved for eightyears and slept next to every night, then almost killed everyone here, andbecause everything seemed to be crashing down on you and you didn’t know whatto do.

So, there you were: two peopleunwittingly, completely in love with each other, clutching onto each other likeyour lives depended on it, you crying into his shirt as he sobbed into yourhair, all as three kids you loved with all your heart sat and watched the twoof you solemnly, feeling every emotion the two of you felt and seeing theobvious one neither of you knew the other carried.

“Is thisreally necessary?” Steve groaned, holding the dead demo-dog’s body in his armswith a disgusted look on his face.

“Seriously,Dusty, I love you and all, but this is—this is absolutely disgusting,” yousaid, standing between the two boys next to the fridge, looking back and forthbetween the pile of Joyce Byers’ food and shelving on the floor and thecreature in Steve’s arms.

“Yes, it is,okay? This is a groundbreaking scientificdiscovery, we can’t just bury it like a common mammal, okay, it’s not a dog!”Your brother sped through his words, which you weren’t sure were directed atyou or Steve.

Stevestepped forward towards the fridge, only muttering, “Fine, but you’re explainingthis to Ms. Byers, alright?”

He tried toawkwardly shove the thing in the fridge, making you cringe as the disgustingslime spread all over, continuously hitting into everything and knocking thefew remaining food products around. “Dustin, door, door, door, door, door,” heyelled, not turning around as Dustin ran up and closed the door, creating adisgusting squelch sound as the thingwas successfully pushed in.

“Okay,”Steve breathed out, affectionately moving Dustin’s hat around on his head beforewalking into the next room, leaving you smiling at your two favorite boys.

You took aminute to put the remnants of the Byers’ food back on their table, making sureeverything salvageable was there so they could find it before you walked backinto the room where everyone else was.

“Right, somy point is—” you walked in to see all the kids staring expectantly at Steveand you leaned against the doorway, smiling at him. “Yeah, we’re on the bench,so there’s nothing we can do.”

After apause, you heard your brother’s voice. “That’s not entirely true.” Everyone,including you and Steve looked at him. “The demo-dogs, they have a hive mind.When they ran away from the bus, they were called away.”

The kids allstarted talking over each other with different tidbits of information andthings that you could do before Steve interrupted them, throwing his hands upin the air. “Yeah, and then we all die.”

“That’s onepoint of view,” your brother said.

“What? No,that’s not a point of view, that’s a fact!” Steve cried.

Mike turnedand started walking through the house, pointing out the main location of thehive mind and where the demo-dogs would be called to, as Dustin, Max, Lucas,and him all started yelling over each other. All you could make out wereclippings of words like the Mind-Flayer and the gate, before Steve yelled overthem all, clapping his hands.

“Hey! Hey!Hey! This is not happening. No, no, no, no, no, no buts. I promised to keep youshitheads safe and that’s exactly what I plan on doing. We’re staying here, onthe bench, and we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job. Okay, doeseverybody understand that?”

“This isn’ta stupid sports game!” Mike yelled.

“I said,does everybody understand that? I need a yes.”

The roomwent quiet for a minute before Max, Lucas, Dustin, and Mike all turned to lookat you.

“What—whatare you guys all looking at me for?”

“What do yousay, Y/N?” Mike asked.

“Yeah, yourword holds just as much power as Steve’s,” Max said.

“Well, duh,she’s the only one the dipshit’ll listen to,” your brother mumbled, earning asmack on the back of the head from a blushing Steve, which, luckily, you hadn’tnoticed.

“Guys, I…”you paused, realizing how intensely they were all staring at you, Steve’s eyespleading. “Steve’s right. It’s—it’s too dangerous.” All the kids looked down atthe ground, and a heavy, dead silence filled the room for only a few secondsbefore you spoke again. “But…” Their heads shot up. “We…we’ve all alreadyfought off this many deadly monsters tonight. I mean, we do have a deadDemogorgon shoved in the freaking fridge over there. And…if we have a chance,right here, right now, to save our friends, to save our families, to save thewhole damn world—I say we take it. It’s not smart, in fact, it’s stupid andballsy as hell, Steve’s right about that, but…after all I’ve seen and all youguys have seen, I’m willing to grab my crowbar and go save our friends. I’mready to kill those sons of bitches once and for all.”

There wassilence for only a second before your brother erupted in applause. “Hear,hear!”

Steve lookedat you for a second before looking down at the ground, smiling and shaking hishead. “O-okay.” The kids all whipped around, gaping at him. “I still hate this plan, don’t get me wrong, andI’d do anything to stop you all from doing it, but I know for a fact that onceY/N’s set on something, there’s no backing her down. So, I’m with youshitheads.” Your eyes locked and you smiled at him, mouthing a silent thank you.

A noise likean engine came from outside, and you saw Max turn around and run to the window,fear written across her face.

“It’s mybrother. He can’t know I’m here, he’ll kill me.” She turned to Lucas. “He’llkill us.”

“Max…” yousaid quietly. “Your brother, is he—”

“BillyHargrove.”

You looked up at Steve to seethat he was already looking down at you. Without thinking about it, he quicklykissed you on the forehead and walked out the front door, leaving you staringafter him.

You watched them through thefront door peephole, as Steve slowly approached Billy and they talked. Stevewas loyal to a fault, you had no doubt he was out there sarcastically defendingyou and the kids, doing everything he could to keep Billy’s attention on himand not on who could be inside the house.

You hated Billy Hargrove witha passion. Every day he would grab your ass, or catcall you in the hallways, oroffer you certain “extracurricular activities” you continuously told him youweren’t interested in. And in all honesty, if not for Steve, you’d be afraid ofhim. He wasn’t just some stupid guy hitting on you. He was smart, andcalculating, and evil, and you knew he had no problem with taking whatever hewanted. But, for all the hate you carried for Billy, Steve had quadruple it,and you knew you were fine with him around.

You saw Billy blow a puff ofcigarette smoke into Steve’s face, and you turned to see the kids, only torealize that they were looking through the window in almost unmissable view.

Panicked, you whisper-shouted,“No! Guys, get down!”, but it was too late. Billy had seen them. Both he andSteve turned to face the window, Steve’s mouth clearly saying the words “ohshit”, before he turned around and Billy’s fist connected with his jaw,knocking him to the ground.

You whipped around. “Guys, Ineed you to back up right now, get behind me and go hide—” You were cut off bythe sound of the door being thrown open behind you.

You turned around, eyes wide.

“Damn, L/N, is that you?” hesmirked. “I don’t know what you’re doing here with Harrington and mystepsister, but let me tell you, this skin-tight tank top, hot, action movielook is really working for you.” He stepped closer to you until he was loomingover you, his face only an inch from yours.

You opened your mouth to saysomething when Billy saw Lucas behind you and stepped away from you.

“I thought I told you to stayaway from him,” he said to Max, gesturing to Lucas.

“Billy—”

“You disobeyed me. And youknow what happens when you disobey me. I break stuff.”

Just like that, he picked upLucas, lifted him up, and slammed him against the cabinet as hard as he could.All the kids started screaming over each other as you yelled, “Billy, no!”

Without even thinking aboutit, you turned and picked up the first thing you saw, a frying pan, lifted itbehind your right shoulder, and swung it as hard as you could, right intoBilly’s head.

Disoriented, he dropped Lucasto the ground, before turning around and focusing on you. You were happy to seethat there was blood dripping down his forehead.

He lifted you up by the waistimmediately, forcing your legs around his waist as he shoved you against thewall, holding your wrists so you couldn’t move. He was pressed up against you,you tightly wrapped around him with your tank top riding up and exposing your stomach,against your will, his face right in front of yours as you shrieked for thekids to run.

“DUSTIN, GET THEM OUT OF HERE!GET STEVE AND GO, PLEASE!”

With a smirk, Billy kissedyour neck as you screamed, before harshly pushing his lips against yours, silencingyou.

You heard Dustin start toyell, “LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE!” before he was cut off by your hero coming tosave the day.

“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MYGIRLFRIEND!” Steve yelled, angrier than you had ever heard anyone in your life,before he ripped Billy off of you, punching him in the face as hard as he couldand knocking him to the ground.

Girlfriend?Was that what he just said?

You slid down the wall,hitting the floor, but not before Billy turned around and grinned wickedly atyou one more time, picking a plate up off the ground and smashing it on top ofyour head quicker than Steve had a chance to stop it.

Steve’s cry of “Y/N!” and aloud crunch as Billy’s fist connected with his face again was the last thingyou heard before everything went black.

Steve’s eyes opened slowly,everything a blurry mess. His face felt worse than anything he had felt before,it was like he had been run over by a bulldozer a million times over again. Hewas breathing heavily through his mouth—his nose was too bloody, and everybreath seemed to make his head pound even more. His eyes were both half closed,bruised shut, but he still tried his best to look around and figure out wherehe was.

“Y/N?” he muttered, looking tohis left to see that it was not, in fact, Y/N, but Mike, who was giving him themost confused look he had ever seen a kid wear.

Steve groaned, reaching up totouch his face, only to have Dustin’s hand pull his away, speaking in a softvoice. “Hey, hey, don’t touch, okay?” The words echoed through Steve’s ringingears, making it seem like a hallucination. He looked over to see what he wassure was Dustin’s blurry face. “Hey, buddy. Shhh...shhh…” Steve closed his eyesfor a moment. “You put up a good fight. He kicked your ass, but you put up agood fight, buddy, okay, you’re okay.”

“Y/N…Dustin, where’s Y/N…”Steve groaned, trying to make sense of everything.

“God, you’re out of it,”Dustin laughed quietly. “And whipped for my sister. She’s okay, buddy, yousaved her, okay? She’s just unconscious. Trust me when I say she’s in way better shape than you are right now.Like, if she was out of your league before, now—”

“Dustin…where…” Steve tried toget out the words, but mostly just mumbled incoherently.

“Dude, you’re literally layingon top of her right now.”

With all the effort he had,Steve moved his head to look up, realizing that his head was resting on your lap.Your eyes were shut, your mouth slightly open, only a little bit of dried bloodcircling your forehead. But otherwise, you were okay. You were fine. Steve letout a sigh of relief, which sounded more like a desperate gasp for air. Herealized that there was a blood stain across your stomach, staining the grayfabric, and only panicked for a second before realizing it came from himself.

Suddenly, you coughed for air,your eyes slowly fluttering open. You were a little dizzy and everything wasstill sort of spinning, but otherwise everything was okay. You heard yourbrother’s voice from beside you make some joke about being glad Sleeping Beautycould join us, before you looked down and saw Steve’s head in your lap.

For a second, you were justoverjoyed that he was there, that he was okay, but then you saw the shape hewas in and gasped, covering your mouth with your hand.

“Steve…”

He groaned and you winced,knowing the immense pain he must have been in. “...Hen…der…son?” he coughed,choking on his own blood. You had to use every bit of nerve you had in you notto cry. “You…you o-okay?” He winced at the ringing in his own ears, looking upat you with pained eyes.

You nodded at him and smiledsweetly, gently running your fingers through his hair without thinking.“Yeah…I’m okay, Harrington. Thanks to my knight in shining armor.” You paused.“You know, even covered in rainbow band-aids, you have no idea how happy I amto see that pretty face of yours.”

He tried to smile, but endedup groaning at the pain it put his face in. “You…think I’m…pretty?”

You grinned at him, shakingyour head. “Of course that’s what you got from that.” All of a sudden your headstarted pounding and you grimaced, lifting your hand to your forehead. Stevewas still looking at you with groggy concern until he realized that- if youweren’t driving and he wasn’t, someone else was.

He heard Lucas’ voice ringingthrough his head from the passenger seat, giving driving instructions, and withmore alertness than he had had this whole time, he looked forward to see asmall redheaded girl at the wheel.

“Whas…whas going ong…” hisvoice came out. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“Steve, what—” you looked up,your eyes getting wide. “Oh my god. Oh mygod.”

“Hey guys, relax, she candrive,” Dustin said.

“Yeah, in a parking lot!” Mikeyelled.

“That counts!” Lucas chimedin.

“Oh my god,” Steve criedagain, clearly panicking, his words slurring together more and more by thesecond. You were gripping onto him, trying not to panic yourself.

“Look, Y/N’s got a really badconcussion, and Steve’s pretty self-explanatory, so what were our options?”your brother cried, waving his hands in the air.

“No. Oh my god. Nooo,” Steveslurred faster, everything sounding like a garbled mess.

“Hey, look, they all wanted toleave you behind and just bring Y/N, but I said you’d be cool.”

“Noooo!” Steve moaned,freaking out.

“Max, what’s going on?” youcried as she slammed on the gas, accelerating the car forward faster than you’dever seen, other than when Billy drove. “Max, what are you doing?”

“Oh my- whoaaaa, stop the car.Slow down,” Steve yelled, sounding slightly more like his regular voice thanbefore. You could see his eyes getting a little sharper.

“I told you he’d freak out!”Mike yelled.

“STOP THE CAR!” he screamed,gripping onto your hand like his life depended on it.

“MAX, PLEASE!” you pleaded,your pounding head stopping you from thinking straight. “Max, stop!”

“EVERYBODY SHUT UP!” sheyelled as the car hit 90 mph. “I’M TRYING TO CONCENTRATE!”

“THAT’S MT. SINAI, MAKE ALEFT!” Lucas yelled.

“WHAT?”

“MAKE A LEFT!”

Max swerved to the left,throwing everyone in the car forward, including you. You were thrown onto thefloor, laying right on top of Steve, your noses almost touching as the carrocketed in the other direction, hitting a sign that went flying over the car,denting the roof, as the car somehow sped up more, whizzing around the corner.

It was chaos: everyone screamingover each other, Lucas’ high and loud enough to break glass as Steve yelledunderneath you, his voice going in and out like crazy. While you screamed hisname, his arms instinctively wrapped around you like a seatbelt, your faceburying itself in the crook of his neck. The car kept flying forward until itcame to an abrupt stop, causing your brother and Mike to collapse to the flooron either sides of you as Steve frantically clutched at the seats, threw hishead back, and yelled something that sounded like an “AHHH HELLOOOOOOO”. Ittook you a minute to realize after the car stopped that they were all lookingat you and Steve, you on top of him as he held you tight against him, your haira mess as you clutched onto him like a life preserver. You blushed, awkwardly tryingto hide your face from Dustin.

“Y/N…” Steve coughed, hisvoice returned to normal, if not a little stuffy from his clogged nose. “Y/N,are you okay?”

“Yeah, Steve, I’m fine. We’refine.”

Everyone quickly piled out ofthe car, and you walked in front of it to see where Max had stopped whileeveryone else walked to the back and started searching through the trunk forsupplies. You were in the middle of one of the disgusting rotten pumpkinfields, only a few feet from a massive hole in the ground. Just looking at itmade your legs feel like lead, a sinking feeling of fear and dread filling youimmediately as the floating particles calmly passed by beneath you.

This was your worst nightmare,the thought of going back there again, the thought of being trapped by thishorrible place that you had no power against. This was the nightmare that wokeyou up almost every night, the nightmare that left you paralyzed until you hadenough courage to pick up the phone and call Steve. He had always promised thatit was over, that you’d never have to see it again, and that one day it wouldjust be a distant memory. Well, here you were, voluntarily walking straightback into it with him by your side.

Steve walked up behind you,your supplies in his hands, ready to pass over to you, when he saw you standingthere completely frozen, staring into the ground like it had some hold on you.You looked paralyzed, your eyes glazed over as you stared into it. Even on yourworst nights, he had never seen you like this. The supplies dropped to theground immediately as he walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around you andturning you around to face him, holding you to him. “We’re gonna be okay,” hewhispered in your ear, and you nodded.

The kids started walking pastyou with full cans of gasoline, but neither of you paid any attention. You juststood there, hugging each other, until your brother’s voice forced you to stepapart.

“Steve,” Dustin said frombehind you. “Look, man, I know you’re still upset about this, and before youyell and scream and throw things or do anything you possibly can to keep usfrom going into that hellhole again, just listen to me. When a party member isin danger, it’s our duty to protect that party member. Now, you promised tokeep us safe. So—” he said, holding the nailed baseball bat forward for Steveto grab. “Keep us safe.”

Steve looked at you and thenback at Dustin before nodding, reaching forward, and taking the bat, givingyour brother a clap on the back.

Before you knew it, all thesupplies were on, and Steve was going down the hole, landing on the ground witha soft thud. You were next, a crowbar in one hand, a gun on your belt, alighter in your pocket, and your face shielded by goggles and a handkerchief.Steve turned around, opening his arms to catch you when you got to the bottomof the rope, knowing you had almost an extra foot more than him to fall becauseof your height. You slid down the rope almost expertly, falling through the airand hitting the ground by yourself gracefully on both feet, swinging thecrowbar around and sticking it on your belt, smirking at Steve’s slightlyshocked expression. Despite your landing, his arms had still naturally ended uparound your waist, and the two of your faces were only an inch apart.

“Well, looks like someone cantake care of herself,” he chuckled through the handkerchief, his voice a littlemuffled.

“Don’t worry, I can still findtime to take care of you, too,” you laughed.

“You know, I’m hurt, Y/N.After all we’ve been through together—” he joked, mockingly covering his heartwith one of his hands, leaving the other on your waist.

You looked down at his handand smiled. “Now, I’m starting to think you’re trying to seduce me here,Harrington,” you joked, gesturing to him holding you. Even in the darkness, youcould see his light blush as he awkwardly stepped away, mumbling an apology.“Steve, hey, I’m just kidding,” you said, reaching a hand up to cup one side ofhis face. Even though his mouth was covered, you saw his eyes crinkle in a grinas he brought both his hands up to your face, pulling you closer, too.

“Hey, lovebirds, a little helpgetting me down here?” your brother’s voice cut through the air, making youjump apart.

“I…I got it,” Steve said,walking over to the rope, looking down.

Soon enough, everyone was downthe hole and you were walking through the tunnels next to your brother, who wascarrying three different cans of gasoline and looking like a lunatic.

You had only been walking fora little while, but it had felt like forever. You didn’t know if it was the waytime worked down here or if it was just your anxiety about what was to comethat seemed like it was dragging everything out. You had taken Max and Dustinunder your wing, while Steve was with Lucas and Mike, walking ahead.

“Why don’t you just ask herout?” Mike had asked nonchalantly, looking up at Steve.

“What?”

“Y/N. Why don’t you just askher out? Look, dude, I’m not upset about it just because you and my sister justbroke up. She’s happier than ever, no offense. You were both obviously wrongfor each other, she’s been in love with Jonathan forever, and everyone knowshow long you’ve been in love with Y/N. Hell, I’m pretty sure Nancy even knewwhen she asked you out. So I don’t know why you don’t just ask out Y/N.”

“Look, it’s—it’s not thatsimple, okay? Yeah, I’ve been in love with Y/N forever, but…I’m not just goingto ask her out and throw away my best friend in the world when I don’t have achance in hell at her saying yes.”

“You’re kidding me, right?Please tell me you’re joking,” Lucas said.

“What do you mean, tell youI’m joking? That’s the truth!”

“How do you not know?”

“Not know what, dipshit?”

“How can’t you tell she’s inlove with you, too?”

“Because she’s not!”

“Of course she is! Everybodyin the world knows it!” Mike chimed in.

“No, she’s not!”

“Dude, I guarantee you thateveryone thinks you’re a couple, tells you that you should be a couple, or issad for you guys that you’re not a couple yet. Dustin’s probably told you amillion times, and he’s her brother, he’d know—”

“Lucas, she doesn’t love me!I’m her best friend, and that’s it, okay?!”

“Why the hell are you so surethat she’s not in love with you?” Lucas yelled.

“Because if a girl I was withfor a year couldn’t learn to love me and could lie to me about it so easily,how the hell am I supposed to think anyone could love me, let alone the mostperfect human being on the planet?”

There was silence for a momentbefore Mike spoke. “Steve, that’s not—"

“She’s perfect, guys. She’s the smartest, kindest, most talented,beautiful person I know—”

“Also badass,” Lucas cut in.

“Also badass—and she can haveany guy she wants! She’s the only person in this whole damn world that really caresabout me, who’s ever cared about me, and I- I love her so much, I don’t knowwhat I’d do if I lost her just because I’m a fucking idiot that ruinedeverything for a chance to tell her how I feel!”

It was quiet for a minute, andthen Lucas’ voice cut through the silence.

“Steve, that’s literally thestupidest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.”

“Well, you know what, it’s notlike you two can talk! You and that Max chick, and you pining after Eleven fora year and not doing anything about it when she comes back—forgive me if I’mnot about to take relationship advice from two little kids that don’t knowanything!”

“You know, Steve, you’re upsetright now, but it’s not our fault if you’re so stubborn and self-deprecatingthat you’re ruining your own life. And hers,” Mike said quietly.

Meanwhile, about twenty feetbehind the boys, you were walking along with a silent Max and Dustin, trying tothink about anything other than Steve. Looking down, you shook your head,kicking yourself for being so stupid. You hadn’t realized that Dustin hadnoticed.

When Steve was far enoughahead with Lucas and Mike that he wouldn’t hear you, Dustin turned to you.

“He’s in love with you, youknow.”

You turned to face him.“What?”

“Steve is head over heels,idiotically, completely and utterly in love with you.”

“Dustin—no, bud. I don’t knowwhat could possibly have given you that idea—”

“He told me.”

“Wait, what?” You stopped.

“He told me. It wasn’t like wedidn’t all already know, all he does is talk about you like you built thefriggin sky and stare at you when you’re not looking and do anything he can tomake you happy. I don’t know how you didn’t figure it out months ago. Iguarantee you anyone who’s ever even seen you two within twenty feet of eachother could tell you that.”

“Dustin, he—not like that.Even if he said he loved me, I’m sure he meant in just a friendly way, we’rebest friends, Dusty, it’s—”

“Y/N, I love you with all myheart, but you’re so blind. I’m literally telling you that the boy you’re inlove with has been in love with you for a year. He only started dating Nancy totry to get his mind off you because he didn’t think he had a chance, but itdidn’t take him long to realize that he couldn’t just fall out of love withyou! He doesn’t even know why he stayed with her for as long as he did, becauseboth of them were miserable the whole time, with her pining after Jonathan andhim freaking head over heels for you. I don’t know why you’re trying to fightit—”

Finally, you had hit yourbreaking point. “Because I’m scared, Dustin! I’m terrified because I’m so damnin love with him I’d do anything for him, and I’m scared that if maybe he doesfeel the same way as me, but it’s just because right now he misses Nancy and ina few weeks when he gets over her he’ll leave me and I’ll just be left asthis—this broken mess of a human being! And I don’t know if I’d be able to pickmyself back up. Not—not again, Dusty.” You took a breath. “Not that he feelsthe same way as me, anyway. Just…hypothetically, obviously.”

Dustin was quiet. He knew whatyou were saying was completely wrong, that Steve loved you way too much to everdo that to you, but he said nothing. You didn’t want to talk about it, and hewouldn’t push you. He just hoped somehow Steve had heard you and knew you feltthe same way.

You walked in silence for aminute or two. About a minute in, Max had reached over and grabbed your hand,and now you were just looking around, staring at the floating particlessurrounding you and willing yourself to believe that you could get all the kidsout of this okay.

“HELP! HELP!” you heard Mike’svoice screaming up ahead. On instinct, you started sprinting forward, alreadypulling your gun out of your pocket just in case.

Up ahead, you saw him. He wason the ground, one of those tentacle-like tendrils wrapping its way around hisleg. “Y/N! Steve!” he yelled.

Both you and Steve ran in fromseparate tunnels, sprinting over to Mike. Steve started hitting the tendril ashard as he could with his baseball bat, but it would only split for a secondbefore joining back together.

“Steve, stop,” you told him,looking up into his scared eyes. “Back up a second.”

You pulled the gun out of yourpocket and aimed it directly at Mike’s leg.

“Y/N, what are you—”

“Mike, don’t move.” And withthat instruction, you pulled the trigger, blowing the tentacle off his leg inan instant.

All the kids were staring atyou, their mouths agape. “How did you—”

“I have no idea. I’ve neverused one of these things before.”

You thought Steve’s mouth hadhit the floor. “Well, hot damn, princess.”

Suddenly, you heard a loudroar, and you rushed in front of the kids, blocking them immediately.

Standing only a few feet infront of you was a demo-dog, snarling ferociously. Dustin pushed you aside,stepping in front of you.

“Dustin? Dustin, what areyou—”

“Y/N, it’s Dart.”

You stepped back cautiously asDustin marched up to the thing, immediately grabbing Steve’s hand. He lookedover at you with shining eyes, squeezing your hand to reassure you Dustin wasgoing to be okay.

“Hey, Dart,” Dustin saidsoftly, kneeling down in front of it. “It’s me, it’s me, it’s Dustin.”

You gripped Steve’s handharder, stepping closer to him as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

“Hey, it’s Dust—” he was cutoff as Dart’s face opened up and the demo-dog let out a ferocious screech,making you jump back in shock and fear as Steve’s grip naturally tightened onyou, steadying you as your hand flew to your mouth.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I’m sorryabout the storm cellar. That was a pretty douchey thing to do.” Dart steppedaway, almost as if he could understand him.

“You hungry? Yeah,” yourbrother laughed, slipping off his backpack. “I’ve got our favorite. Nougat.” Helifted a Three Musketeers bar to show the creature.

Dustin started to unwrap it,laying a chunk of the chocolate bar down in front of Dart with one hand whilewaving with the other for the rest of you to walk by. Automatically, you pushedLucas, Max, and Mike in front of you, Steve and you following behind quicklybut cautiously. After a moment, Dustin stood up, adjusted his goggles, andfollowed the rest of you, leaving his once-pet to finish off the candy. Thesecond you were out of the way, you whipped around, throwing your arms aroundyour little (almost taller than you) brother, whispering “don’t ever scare melike that again” in his ear before letting him go.

When the two of you looked up,you realized what the others already had—you were standing at one of theentrances of the “hive”. Steve was already sealing the walls and ceiling, whilethe others were grabbing their gasoline canisters and getting ready to startdumping. You nodded at Dustin, who grabbed his gasoline can and joined thekids, while you walked over to Steve and stood beside him.

“Are you okay?” you askedquietly, so he knew he didn’t have to worry about the others hearing.

“I’m fine—” he said instantly,his voice wavering before he paused and shook his head. “I’m terrified, Y/N.”

“Terrified?”

“Of letting you all down. Thatcoming down here really was a death trap and I’m about to get you and all theseincredible kids killed and it’ll be all my fault. Or that this is all fornothing and we’re all going to die anyway. I’m scared out of my mind, Y/N.”

“Steve…no matter what, Ijust…I want you to know that I—”

“Steve, Y/N, we’re ready togo!” Dustin yelled, cutting you off mid-sentence.

Steve took a deep breath.“Okay. Okay. Everybody get to the entrance of that tunnel over there. I’m gonnalight this fucker and the second that lighter goes in the air we’re going torun like hell. And no matter what, just getto the exit. Keep running until you’re out of here.” You couldn’t help butnotice him looking right at you at the last part.

Everyone followed Steve’sinstructions, bunching up next to the entrance and preparing to go. Sensing hisfear, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him down towards you in a hug.“Steve, it’s okay. They’re going to be fine. They’re tough kids, this isn’ttheir first time down here. They’re gonna be okay.”

He pulled away so he couldlook you in the eyes, and you felt every defense you had put up to shieldyourself from your own fear collapse inward. “What about you?”

“Me?” you almost whispered.

“What if something happens toyou? What if I can’t get you out of here and it’s my fault?”

“Steve…we are going to make it out of this together. Both of us are going to go home tonight, and so are all four ofthese kids. We’re going to be fine.”

“Okay,” he took a deep breath.“Okay guys, everybody get ready. I’m gonna count down from five, and then Ineed you guys to turn around and run like your asses depend on it. Ready? 5…4…3…2…1!”

The lighter hit the ground,and just like that, Steve’s hand was in yours, the room had burst into a fieryinferno, and you were running faster than you ever had before. Everything was ablur, only running and fear, until you and the kids saw the exit.

“Alright, guys,” you said.“I’m going to give each of you a boost and you’re going to climb out of here,okay?”

“Why not Steve? Isn’t hetaller and’ll get more leverage?” Dustin asked.

“Who’s the cheerleader here,Dusty? Alright, you first, come here. 1…2…3!” You pushed him up with all yourmight, getting him close enough to grab the ledge and pull himself through thehole. “Good job, bud. Okay, Mike…”

After all the kids were up,you turned to Steve. “So how are we going to do thi—”

You were cut off by somethingthat sounded like the roar of thunder, multiplied by three thousand. Shrill noisesfilled the air, and the second you heard it, you turned to Steve with wideeyes. “Steve, those are—”

And before you could evencomplete what you were saying, hundreds of demo-dogs burst into your view. “Ohmy god. Oh my god.” You felt panicked tears gathering in your eyes. “Steve,what do we do? What do we do, we can’t get up, there’s so many, I don’t know—”They were rapidly growing closer, only a few yards away at this point. A fewseconds to your death.

You looked up at him with wideeyes and whispered, “Steve, I—”

Before you could finish, hisarms flung around you, pressing you against him, and his lips crashed ontoyours.

And in that moment, there werehundreds of demo-dogs racing around you, brushing your legs and shrieking asyou were trapped in the deadly, otherworldly tunnels with seemingly no chanceof survival—but all you knew was your heartbeat beating so quickly alongsidehis.

Your arms wrapped around hisneck, your fingers tangling in his hair as your lips moved against his. And allthere was in the world was you and Steve and the feeling like you were flying.It wasn’t until all the demo-dogs had run past that you slowly separated, bothof you breathing heavily and staring into each other’s eyes in a mix of shockand adoration.

You looked at him inanticipation, waiting to hear the words that you had been hoping to come out ofhis mouth for a year. But all he said was, “I-I’m sorry,” before turning away,leaving your heart to sink to the floor.

That night after everythingwas over and the world had been saved, Steve drove you and Dustin home,watching through the mirror as you curled up and slept on a wide-awake Dustin’sshoulder. Your hair was a mess, you were covered in dirt, blood, and slime,there was a gun connected to your belt, and you had been through literal helland back that night—but there you were, passing out on your brother’s shoulderand looking as beautiful as ever. After about five minutes, Dustin finallywhispered, “Why are you doing this to yourself and to Y/N?”

“What do you mean, Dustin?” hesaid, sounding completely drained.

“You keep pushing her away,thinking you’re not good enough for her to love you or some complete bullshitlike that, that you’re saving yourself the hurt. But, all you’re doing ishurting both of you in the process.”

The rest of the ride wassilent aside from your deep breaths.

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It had been a few weeks fromthat night, and nothing had changed. Other than the fact that Eleven was back,Max was officially “part of the group”, Billy hit on you slightly less thanusual, and your nightmares were worse than ever before. But this time youdidn’t have Steve to get you through them.

You and Steve were still bestfriends, nothing had changed there. You were still inseparable. He was alwaysat your house, at your locker, driving you home, etc. But you just couldn’tbring yourself to pick up that phone and call him anymore after he had kissedyou. At school was fine, but at night, when you were alone in your bed, youcouldn’t bear to have him hold you and whisper in your ear and fall asleep nextto you, knowing that nothing would ever happen between the two of you becausehe was so appalled by kissing you he would apologize for doing it. And youdefinitely didn’t have the will to tell him that most of the time yournightmares were about losing him.

So, you told him thenightmares had stopped. And whenever he asked why you had black rings underyour eyes or hadn’t slept the night before, you lied.

That day was the middle schooldance, which you were volunteering at for your brother. Hence, you needed aquick ride home, and Steve was the man for the job.

As you climbed in the car, yousmiled at him, throwing your backpack to the floor. “Hey, beautiful,” he saidwith a smile.

“Hey, Mediocrity At Its Best,”you grinned. “You bringing my brother and I to the dance tonight?”

“You know it.”

“Great,” you smiled at him. Itwas just a small smile, but he lit up inside, knowing that that flash of whiteteeth and the happiness on your face had been caused by him. God, he was introuble.

You yawned, only thenrealizing the full extent of your exhaustion and the toll that going three dayswithout any sleep was taking on you. “Hey, Steve, do you mind if I nap the wayhome? I’m so tired.”

“Yeah, go for it. Get in asmuch rest as you can. You know Dustin and the rest of them’ll be so hyper afterthe dance neither of us are gonna get to sleep tonight.”

You laughed a little. “Yeah,you’re right. Alright, ‘night Steve.”

He laughed, too. “Night, Y/N.”

As you closed your eyes, youalmost immediately sunk into a deep sleep. And, with deep sleep, came thehorrible nightmares you had been avoiding for days.

You hadn’t realized it, butafter only a few minutes, you had started thrashing around, whimpering andcrying out in your sleep. Steve was trying to push through, to not mess withyou and to just let you sleep and get you home, but when you screamed out hisname in terror he pulled the car to the side of the road as quickly as possibleand grabbed your hand.

“Y/N! Y/N, please, please,wake up,” he said, emotion filling his voice.

Your eyes flew open and youpanted heavily, the tears racing down your face quickly and without control.You wiped at them frantically, your breaths getting heavier and more ragged bythe second.

“Hey, hey,” Steve saidquietly, reaching his arms around you in an embrace. “It’s okay.” He strokedyour hair as you cried into his shoulder for a moment, only letting go of youwhen you suddenly pulled away and wiped at your tears quickly.

“I thought the nightmares wentaway. What—what happened?”

Suddenly, you were angry. Youwere angry about these nightmares that haunted you everywhere you went, angryat the world for shoving you in this mess, angry at Steve for making you fallin love with him. You were frustrated, and finally you were ready to snap.

“I had the same nightmarethat’s kept me up the last month, Steve. The same one that leaves me screaming my head off and sobbing myself tosleep every night. Well, every night that I actually go to sleep, anyway,I’ve been mostly trying to avoid sleep lately, it hurts too much to go to bedevery night and know that I’m going to watch you die in a million ways rightbefore my eyes. Most of the time it goes a little something like you and me inthe Upside Down, I’m hugging you and then out of nowhere Dustin’s voice screamsthat I have to choose to save you or let you die, and I never know what thatmeans, and then Dart leaps out of the wall and shreds you to pieces right infront of me, but somehow I can never move because I’m trapped, and you laythere screaming and bawling my name, yelling at me and telling me that I couldhave saved you, that I’m doing this to you, that I’m killing you, and thenDustin starts yelling the same thing, then Mike, then Lucas, then Max, untilI’m screaming my lungs out over it all begging it to stop, begging for me tojust die and let it all be over, until I’m not trapped anymore and I collapseto the ground and crawl over to you, and you just grab my hand and say—say thatyou had loved me and then I killed you. And then you just die on the spot, butI can’t wake up. No, I just sit there with your blood spreading all over mewhether I’m touching you or not, and then I finally die and ‘wake up’ again insome new hell where you die again. And it happens over and over and over againuntil I wake up. And then the next night it happens again. And again. Andagain.”

He stared at you as tears randown your face and you angrily yelled all that you had been going through thelast month, and he felt genuine pain gather in himself and tears begin to prickat his own eyes. And when you had finished, his eyes looked right into yours ashe whispered, his voice filled with hurt, “Why did you lie? Why didn’t you tellme about this, or call me, or anything—”

“Why do you think, Steve?” yousnapped, your tears finally ceasing as you grabbed your backpack off the floorand pushed open the door.

“Thanks for the ride, but Ithink I’m just going to walk the rest of the way home,” you whispered, pain inyour voice. “See you at 6.” And with that, you slammed the door shut with aloud bang.

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You stood in front of yourmirror in your room, smoothing out your dress and nervously re-adjusting youralready perfect hair. It wasn’t that you wanted or needed to look goodchaperoning for a middle school dance, it was just that you were so nervousabout seeing Steve after snapping at him today you felt a compulsive need to keepfidgeting with your hands. You felt awful about what you said, yet somehowrelieved. He hadn’t deserved for you to yell at him like that for something sofar out of his control, but he knew now. And with fear of him knowing camealmost a relief that you didn’t have to hide your nightmares from him anymore.You didn’t have to layer on concealer under your baggy eyes or drink ungodlyamounts of disgusting black coffee in the morning to convince him you werefine. But, you would have to eventually explain to him why the kiss had hurtyou so much—and that was what scared you the most.

Even though you were sure thetwo of you would be able to work it out tomorrow, you didn’t think you couldbear to see him tonight after only a few hours had passed between yourbreakdown. So, you had arranged a ride with Nancy and Jonathan, who werechaperoning with you, and you were hoping to sneak out before Steve even gotthere to pick up Dustin.

Unfortunately, fate was not onyour side tonight, because the doorbell rang that second, and your mother’sever-cheerful voice chimed through the house, “Steve’s here!”

You sighed, leaning your headagainst the wall. You weren’t only going to see him tonight, you were going tosee him in the tightest, most form-fitting, sexiestdress you had ever worn, heels, and more makeup than you would ever usuallywear. The dress wasn’t even that promiscuous by most standards, but themedium-sleeved blue lace top hugged your curves tightly, showing off your body,and the dress flared out just below the waist, making your boobs look bigger,your stomach flatter, and your waist smaller. You couldn’t believe your mom hadpicked it up on a whim that night for $5 while looking for a tie for Dustin.You looked and felt more beautiful than you ever had before. Your hair cascadedin perfectly done curls around your shoulders, and your silver make-up madeyour eyes shine, a glittery dusting of silver making you look magical as thelight rested on your collarbone.

“Y/N! Come on, Dustin’salready down here and I want pictures!”

You took a deep breath andstepped out into the hallway, not noticing Steve’s sharp intake of air when he caughta glimpse of you at the top of the steps.

With each step you took, Steve’sheart was racing faster and faster, his mouth dropping more and more. You wereabsolutely stunning.

Your mom clutched at her heart,exclaiming how beautiful her daughter was, but all Dustin noticed was the lookon Steve’s face and the blush on yours as you tried to avoid his gaze.

“Hey, Dusty!” you said with agrin. “Don’t you look handsome?” You adjusted his tie proudly. “All those girls’heads are gonna turn when they see you walk in. Especially with that hair, itadds an extra foot.” He smacked your arm, and both you and Steve laughed. “Wasthe hair his idea?” you laughed, pointing your thumb over at Steve, temporarilyforgetting all of the afternoon’s events.

“Yeah,” Dustin blushed.

“Well, you look way betterthan he does with it,” you said teasingly, to Steve’s dismay.

After a few pictures with youand Dustin, you, Dustin, and Steve, just you, just Dustin, and one very awkwardone with just you and Steve, a car honked outside.

“Sorry, Mom, that’s Nancy and Jonathan,”you said.

“Alright, honey, see you afterwards,”your mom said with a smile.

Steve looked over at you, surpriseand hurt in his eyes, his smile falling. “Wait, you’re not coming with Dustinand I?”

“I—I’m sorry, I just…” youtook a deep breath. “I gotta go, Steve. I’ll—I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And before he could sayanything else, you ran out the front door and jumped in the backseat of Nancy’scar, as Steve stood inside and watched it speed off.

After a minute of silence,Dustin looked up. “If we leave now, you can still get to the dance before Nancyand Jonathan. We have the shortcut back road they don’t know about.”

“Why would that matter,Dustin?”

“Because you need to get to mysister before she gets into the dance and win her over, damn it!”

Steve’s car pulled into themiddle school parking lot and he turned to Dustin, who had a nervous look inhis eye as he looked in the doors at everyone dancing.

“Alright, so…we’re here. Justremember, when you get in there—”

“Pretend like I don’t care.”

“You don’t care.”

“I don’t care!”

“There you go, you’relearning, my friend.”

As Dustin reached up to pulldown the mirror, Steve turned to him.

“Hey.”

“What?”

“You look great, okay? Youlook great. You look great.”

“Great?”

“Great! Now, you’re gonna goin there—”

“Yeah!”

“Look like a million bucks—”

“Yeah!”

“And you’re gonna slay them.”

“Like a lion.” Your brotherlooked over at Steve with a sly look and attempted a cross between a tongueroll and a growl, making Steve shake his head.

“Yeah, uh, don’t do that,okay?”

“Alright,” Dustin noddedsolemnly.

Steve raised his hand andclasped it with Dustin’s before nodding. “Good luck.”

“You too.” At the look onSteve’s face, Dustin said, “It looks like Y/N just got here. Don’t screw up.”

And before Steve could sayanything else, Dustin hopped out of the car and walked over to his sister.Steve smiled as he saw Dustin’s mouth say something that looked like a “youlook great”. Those were the people he loved most in the world right there, you smilingthat beautiful smile of yours and Dustin grinning up at you, excited to go intohis first middle school dance. Before he knew it, the two of you began to walk,and while Dustin walked right in, being one of the last ones to arrive, youpaused at the bottom of the steps. You said something to Nancy and she gave youa sad smile and a comforting pat on the shoulder before she and Jonathan walkedin, leaving you standing on the bottom step alone.

Before his head even knew whathe was doing, Steve’s legs had pushed him out of the car, his arms slammed thedoor, and his beating heart was walking you over to the beautiful girl sittingdown on the steps of the middle school, staring at the sky and looking like shewas carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.

“Y/N?” he said softly.

Your eyes immediatelybrightened at the sound of his voice. You loved his voice, something you toldhim frequently. Nothing about it in particular, you just loved the way itsounded. Sometimes, you made him talk just so you could listen more intently totry to figure out what it was that you loved about his voice so specifically.But, you never found it. All you knew was that when he laughed or smiled while hespoke it was your favorite sound in the whole world.

“Steve? What are you doing here—”

“Y/N, I’ve never been more terrifiedof anything in my life than saying what I’m about to say, but I’ve held it infor a year and now I’m afraid I’ll never get another chance to say it again, soI’m just going to blurt it out now—I’m in love with you.” He didn’t notice yourwide eyes, or the tears gathering in them as you stood up and moved closer tohim. “I’m in love with your smile, your laugh, your voice, your personality,your eyes, and the way you make me feel when I’m around you. And even though Iknow, I know, that I could never doanything to make me deserve you, I just want you to know that—”

He was cut off by your lipsgently connecting with his, your hands intertwining in his hair as his arms instinctivelywrapped around your waist to pull you closer. The kiss was short, but as you pulledaway, the look in his eyes said it all.

“I’ve been head over heels foryou since you first picked up that stupid baseball bat a year ago and jumped infront of me to hit a Demogorgon into Ms. Byer’s dining table.”

“You…you really—”

The childlike grin spreadingacross his face was contagious as you buried your face in his sweater, gigglingagainst his chest. You felt his warm hand make its way to your face, his fingergently guiding your chin up so you were looking into his eyes that looked likethey had been melted into a soft, gooey chocolate. “I don’t think I’ve everbeen this happy in my life,” he whispered, the words making your heartdissolve.

You raised up onto yourtiptoes, pressing your lips against his again, but this time, when you parted,you rested your head on his chest, swaying back and forth to the music inside.

“You know, I should really goin there. Mr. Clarke’s gonna come out looking for me if we stay out here anylonger,” you said with a grin.

“I’d like to see him try.” Bothyou and Steve laughed, your voices filling the air.

“Do you want to come in withme? We were missing a chaperone, anyway. Then both of us can keep an eye onthose little shits in there.”

He grinned at you, his eyesfilled with adoration. “Sounds good to me.”

As you grabbed his hand and startedto pull him up the steps, you turned around and smiled at him, making his heartflutter. Everything he had wanted for the last year was finally right in front ofhim, and it was better than he ever thought it could be.

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