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the-weeping-author · 3 months ago

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Soft skin, broken hearts (Prologue)

A/N: Hey guys!! This is my first stranger things fic in a long time, I really hope you guys like this. I’m super happy with how it turned out, and I can’t wait to continue this. If you want to be tagged in this or any other Steve fic just let me know! Thank you for taking the time to read this.

Summary: Roseanne Jones had it all, a loving mother, father, and siblings. However her first summer at her grandparents in years changed all of that in a flash. Which ended with her letting herself go, will she spiral down into the dark tunnel, or with a certain Brunette be able to pull her out of it? Even after all he’s done.

Word count: 3,323

Warnings: cussing, abuse, mentions of death, intrusive thoughts.

Tag list: @pappydaddy @lenassaviorsblog

Please enjoy ☺️

Growing up in Hawkins was rough, especially being known as the local town porker. The name came easily at the beginning of third grade, it was the year I went to my grandparents for the summer. I still recalled the drive to my grandmothers, my mom told me about how scrutinizing she was. Always criticizing others so they fit in her “image” my mother was no exception, in fact when my mother married my father she almost disowned her. My father never fit into her family dreams, her and my grandfather always made it their purpose to let him know he brought nothing to the table.

“My goodness look at how you’ve grown, honey have you been a twig your whole life?”

My shoulders tensed at her words, and my bottom lip wobbled. My mother’s voice rang out from behind me as she shut the trunk of her jeep. She quickly stood beside me, and grabbed my hand, squeezing it softly. I looked at her instantly, meeting her eyes she sent me a soft smile before it quickly dropped looking at her mother.

“Her size doesn’t matter mom, just because you wanted us to be pageant girls doesn’t mean I want the same for my kids.”

My grandmother's mouth twitched softly, and she looked at my mother before she rolled her eyes casually. She waved my mother off before turning her attention back to me, my grandparents had money. Their front yard alone screamed it, there was a huge fountain in the middle of her driveway, a three car garage, and an intercom at her front door. I looked around at the overwhelming yard, and gulped softly. A man walking up took my attention off the yard, and back to my mother and grandmother making them stop their boring conversation.

“I hate to intrude, madam, but I’m going to take these to the young masters room.”

She looked at the blonde butler before waving him off, she then turned back to my mother while he grabbed my bags. He descended into the house, and my grandmother pulled me to her side. The old lady perfume violated my senses as it forced its way into my nose, I immediately held my breath hoping to get away from the revolting smell. Once my mother and grandmother got done talking my mom looked at me before tucking my hair behind my ear.

“Don’t worry sweetheart we’ll be back to get you at the end of the summer, if you need us please don’t hesitate to call me.”

I nodded my head at her, and gave her one last long hug. When she pulled away I waved bye to my father already giving him love before we got here because he refused to get out of the car. My mother gave me one more reassuring smile before shifting her gaze to her mother. The once warm smile left her face, and she widened her eyes a bit before my grandmother sent me towards the house while her and my mother finished their conversation. That day was the last time I spoke to either of my parents again. My fate once had me in a small three bedroom house with my loving family, but now I occupied a room in a cold, loveless mansion. However now I had access to whatever I wanted, but it always came with a price.

My parents funeral was a week later, and for once in my life I felt utterly alone. I turned to food to deal with my parents absence, and my siblings radio silence. Both of them were older than I was, and they decided to leave Hawkins once the accident happened. Abandoning me with my cruel grandparents, they would call and check on me once a week. Until they just stopped reaching out all together, and that’s when it went further down hill. The year I started 8th grade was completely different, and my grandparents noticed that something was off. They just never cared, they weren’t any better than my siblings.

Before eighth grade I weighed maybe a hundred and fifteen pounds, but by the end of it I weighed almost a hundred and fifty. Instead of loving me for me like my mother taught me my grandparents both made me feel ashamed. My grandfather mostly, he always mentioned my mother would be so disappointed to see me so big. That no one would want to be around a “fat” girl, that I would always be alone because of my weight. Hearing that didn’t help matters at all, dresses turned into jeans and sweaters, tank tops turned into jackets, and skirts turned into capri pants.

I never heard my name anymore, it was always some insult hidden behind a sweet name. My grandmother called me squirrel, and my grandfather nicknamed me Hoover after the vacuum because apparently that’s what I reminded him of every time I ate. It got to the point where I had my personal maid put my food up until I knew they were nowhere In sight. I used to love myself however after my parents died I just pulled away from everything. My mental sanity included. Once the school year ended is when blind dates started, if I knew that everything I got/asked for came with the price it did I wouldn’t have asked.

My grandmother would always be at work, or hanging out with her elderly friends at the country club. While they made sure to chat with everyone they kept me a secret, when we would arrive at the country club a new guy of the week would be at the front waiting for me. Once the date was over they’d take me back to the country club, and let my grandparents know how the date went. At first I didn’t like the idea, but I knew what would happen if I refused to go on the dates I’d get scolded and sent to my room without dinner for a few days because I could skip a few meals. It wouldn’t kill me, but the way they were treating me did.

The year of 1983 hit Hawkins in panic, it was the first time a child ever went missing. That year I always heard my grandparents speak about Will Byers, or as they referred to him as that missing Byers kid, I haven’t seen the Byers since my parents died. Miss Joyce used to babysit me while my parents worked, Johnathan and I used to be thick as thieves. However once I moved to the snobby part of Hawkins our friendship obviously ended, why was it Destined for me to lose everyone important in my life.

My parents, Miss Joyce, Johnathan, and now Will. Why won’t it stop? Why has this become my new life? Will I ever be happy again? I closed my eyes feeling tears slip down my chunky face as I looked at the brightly lit sky, the stars twinkled brightly despite my tears. I knew it had to get better, I knew my life wasn’t as worthless as I was led to believe. I knew my mother would want more for me, so this year was going to be different. This summer was going to be different, I just knew it. However I just wish u knew how different it was going to be.

My days that revolve around food were over, I was in high school now. The fat girl stigma had to end, and I would see to it that it did even if it killed me. The kids in 8th grade immediately noticed my weight change, and the names kept piling on. Miss Piggy, Lardass, Beauregarde, Jumbo, and Landwhale were a few names I got called. Specifically by Tommy Hagen, Carol Perkins, but most importantly Steve Harrington. I saw his parents and him around the country club, but I never had the chance to talk to him. I was always ushered away by my next “Casanova”. When the school year of eighth grade ended I made it a point to get a gym membership, and when I wasn’t at the gym I was going on walks or watching Jazzercise tapes.

A week before school started, and now I had to buy new clothes. I went from a hundred and fifty pounds to a hundred and thirty five, but that still wasn’t enough for my grandfather. He still puts me down constantly, even after all the hard work I put into my new self. My grandmother wasn’t ever as harsh as he was, but she always put her two cents in. I remember being a macys looking at dresses when she turned to look at me with a frown pulling at her lips.

“Oh Roseanne this would look so cute on you, but only if you didn’t have all of those stretch marks.”

I rolled my eyes harshly at her, and huffed biting the inside of my cheek. Before she could say anything else I turned to look at her, my strawberry blonde hair swayed behind my shoulders while I glared at her.

“You know if you looked in the mirror you’d see your skin wasn’t perfect either no matter how many moisturizers you use.”

Her mouth fell open before she walked closer to me, I flinched instinctively while a sly grin pulled at her mouth making her smile slyly. She put the dress back on the rack before she grabbed my arm with a tight grip making me wince softly, she led me to the front of the store before she hummed softly walking me outside to the car.

“Well since you have a mouth like your father I will treat you like him, you will wear whatever we get for you. If you don't, you won’t go to school, and don’t think I’m bluffing. I'll pull you out and homeschool you that way I can make sure your hurtful words make you miserable.”

“Being around you and grandpa makes me miserable enough, you aren’t my mother, and You never will be her so stop trying to replace her.”

Her mouth opened and closed, and as I looked in her eyes I could see that my words hurt her. However I didn’t care, why should I care about people who obviously didn’t care about me. The material things didn’t make up for the verbal abuse I constantly dealt with, they constantly threw my parents in my face. Day in and day out it was always something she got into the car, and I quickly followed in her steps. This was far from over.

“When we get home go straight to your room, and don’t come out for the rest of the day. I don’t want to see you at all.”

I smiled softly at her before throwing my head back against the headrest, I picked at my nails replying nonchalantly.

“My pleasure, you got a deal, if this was how you treated my mother then I understand why she left. I understand why she stopped talking to you and that man you call your husband.”

“Roseanne Ruby Jones, Don’t talk about your grandfather like that. He loves you, he loved your mother, he has nothing to do with this so leave him out of it and I mean it.”

I laughed sourly at her, and I turned in my seat to face her. Heat rushing to my cheeks, I slammed my fist on the middle console before my voice raised an octave.

“He has everything to do with this! Him and you both were the cause for my weight gain, you both have caused me nothing but more pain since my parents death. If you treated me like you treated my mother neither one of you deserved her as your child, and You damn sure don’t deserve the grandchildren you have because you’re both just hateful don’t worry either, I won't come out of my room for the next three days. Lock me up like a prisoner, it doesn't matter anymore.”

Tears lined her eyes, and her hands tightened around the steering wheel. She faced the road not saying anything else, once we arrived at the entrance of the house the tension in the car was thick. The gates couldn’t open fast enough, when we pulled into the driveway I threw the car door open running inside. The maids, and butlers looked at me with concern on their faces as I rushed up the staircase. As soon as I got to my room I threw the door open, and slammed it as hard as I could. I walked over to the intercom beside my door, and quickly turned it off. I locked my room door before turning my record player on, drowning out any sounds outside of my room.

I laid face down on my bed, and buried my face into the pillow before I started sobbing. I hated crying over them, but why couldn’t they just treat me like I was a human? Was it impossible for them to love anything other than themselves and money? Was this the straw that broke the camel's back? Would they kick me out knowing I had nowhere to go? Fat tears burned my eyes as I let out a harsh scream into my pillow, a loud banging on my door stopped the tears immediately. My breath got caught in my throat, I knew who it was without even guessing. It was him, the man who caused so many recent insecurities in my already sad world. I watched the doorknob twist before suddenly it stopped.

Before I could even get out of my bed the door to my room was busting open, my grandfather's pug-like face greeted me. His face was as red as a tomato, rage filled his eyes. He walked over to my record player calmly before he turned the music off leaving nothing sounding in the air, but his heavy breathing quickened. His brittle pudgy finger pointed at me, he walked towards my bed, eyes burning with steaming rage. The closer he got to me the more anxious I got, I didn’t know why he was so upset. I’m sure they’ve thought about what I said plenty of times, but yet somehow here we were playing the game of grandparents know best.

“Roseanne, why would you say that to your grandmother? Especially since you know your mother is a sensitive topic for her.”

I looked at the picture of my parents sitting on my dresser before I briefly looked at him, my mothers voice rang through my head like she was right beside me. “Tell him how you feel, angel, don't hold back like I did.”

I bit the inside of my cheek harshly before tears threatened to leave my eyes, it hurt having to be so cold to them. Grandparents were supposed to be a happy escape from your strict parents, but for some reason whoever was watching above decided to play a cruel joke. Luckily my parents being taken from me was the worst thing possible.. right? Once I was of age I’d leave this asylum they called a house, and I’d finally be free from all this pain. From all this agony, but unfortunately I still have 4 more years left here.

“You’re a selfish ungrateful brat! We took you off the streets and this is how you repay us, by making your grandmother cry. By throwing your mother in her face. What is wrong with you?”

“Breath ruby.”

I took in a shallow breath before I readjusted myself, now I was sitting on the side of my bed looking up at him. I opened my mouth to respond but before I could get the chance he continued.

“You’re shallow, as shallow as your dad. He’s the real reason why you never had a relationship with us, everytime she mentioned it he’d have a melt down. I guess that’s what happens when you marry into money, you’re lucky you have our daughter's DNA in you or you’d be on the streets just like your dad was before he met Mary.”

My tears burned like acid in my eyes at the mention of my father. I stood up off my bed before marching over to him, my chest heaving up and down. As I stopped a few inches from him, I swallowed harshly before my hazel eyes met his. I parted my lips before clenching my fist repeatedly, the anger in my eyes matched his.

“You know if you want me to leave all you have to do is say so. I’m not gonna beg you to stay here, and I sure as hell won’t worship the ground you walk on. I know the money has gone to your head, but it’s okay the day will come where you need someone to take care of you. A day where you need someone to lean on, but you won’t have anyone. Not a single soul will be willing to take care of you because of how you are.”

*Smack*

My skin suddenly burned when he slapped me, my head turned to the side at his action. When I turned back to look at him I could see his lips moving, but all I could hear was ringing. I narrowed my eyes at him before lightly pushing him back towards my now open door, and as soon as he stepped out of my door frame I slammed it shut making sure to grab a Bobby pin off my vanity before breaking it off into the lock. I threw myself back on the bed before sobbing hysterically into my silk sheets.

Once I calmed down I grabbed the corded phone in my room, and dialed the number I knew by heart. As soon as he picked up I asked him to meet at the diner down the road, I grabbed my car keys before sliding open my window slowly sliding down the top of the roof carefully. I climbed down my lattice, before hopping on the ground. I walked to the jeep my mother left me before starting the ignition, and quickly drove down the long driveway. When I arrived at the gate I punched in the code before it opened, I pulled onto the main road making my way to Benny's burgers.

When I arrived at Benny’s I saw his van in the parking lot, the sadness I once felt immediately dissipated at seeing his car parked near the entrance to the diner. I turned my car off making sure to lock it, I walked into the diner quickly finding his long curly brown hair. I slid into the booth with him before his eyes darkened seeing the handprint on my face, but thankfully he didn’t ask or even mention it. We ordered our food, and then got lost in conversation. I looked out at Hawkins as the sunset beyond the horizons. Tomorrow was the first day of ninth grade, and I’m hoping that tomorrow is a hell of a lot better than today was.

✨Ending A/N: so this is the end of the prologue, there’s a lot that’s gonna be unraveled as the chapters continue. Steve will be making his first appearance next chapter, and I’m super excited about this. I hope yall liked this I’ll post chapter 1 as soon as I can.✨

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k-k0129 · 2 years ago

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I posted 3,088 times in 2022

That's 1,267 more posts than 2021!

2 posts created (0%)

3,086 posts reblogged (100%)

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relationship status: single and ehhhh idk if im looking or not. Unless there's an opening to be a celeb crush of mines girlfriend

favorite color: Green!!

favorite food: Any pasta dish or a good chicken wrap

song suck in my head: Ladies in LA By Zachary Gordon (yes the kid from diary of a wimpy kid and hes hot now) and JAMEZ Or Scotty Doesn't Know By Lustra

the last thing you googled: How to make homemade alfredo

time: 6:39 PM

dream trip: England or Canada because I have online friends in both places and Id like to meet

last thing you read: Bitten series by R.L. Stine

last book you enjoyed reading: Fix her up by Tessa Bailey

last book you hated reading: Bitten Series by R.L. Stine which is unusual because Stine is a great author I just didn't vibe with the book as much as I had hoped

favorite thing to cook/bake: Tater-tot casserole because its so fast and easy to make and comfort food

most niche hate/dislike: Bananas. I absolutely hate bananas. no further questioning please

opinions on circuses: I was in a play about one and it was cool. I don't mind Circuses but sad they aren't super relevant as they used to be. I loved the one circus episode of criminal minds tho.

do you have a sense of direction: NO its better to leave me as your last option to find our way out of things. I end up finding my way out of things by accident.

d&d character: Sadly don't have one but I'd love to get into it because its honestly pretty cool. I played a demo campaign like two years ago that was really cool so I wouldn't mind it again.

Who should carry this on? I'm not going to to tag anyone but if you stumble upon this go ahead and do it!

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the-weeping-author · 5 months ago

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Awee thank you so much for tagging me! I love doing these things, and just letting people get to know me. Now this is just a fair warning that I am a Chatty Cathy so I am sorry 🙌😂

Started writing

Okay so I remember writing my first ever story in the third grade, however at that time I really didn’t want to do anything with writing so I just put it on the back burner. Until I moved in with my cousins where I got introduced to tumblr, and then shortly after I found out about fan fiction and I was like okay bet. So here I’ve been hahaha.

Started blogging

Okay so I started posting on here in about 2016 or 2017 so I was either 15 or 16.. however I’m gonna be 23 in less than 2 months so yeah haha.. I use to write short horror stories in my notebooks throughout my childhood.. however I don’t think that counts because I was the only one reading them hahaha

Followers

So I currently have 245 followers on this blog, I know it’s kinda low… however I’m still so happy about that, I don’t really let my followers or anything bring me down. I’m happy with everyone on the list, and wouldn’t replace them or anything! All I can hope for is that at least one person connects and enjoys with my stuff.

Communications

This is my favorite thing to do!! I love reaching out to others authors just to let them know they are appreciated, and just feel loved haha. (Yes I’m talking to you!! 🫵) I have made great friends in all three of the fandoms I’m in!! I absolutely love bouncing ideas off of each other, it helps a lot with my writers block which I get all the time plus I will shower you with credit because that’s just who I am LOL..

Likes

Okay so this ^ is a weird one for me LOL I absolutely LOVE getting likes, comments, reblogs the whole nine….but the over thinker in me always questions it. Like did they really enjoy it, or did they just like it and keep scrolling… XD they don’t really matter to me, but I do have a lot of self doubt when it comes to them. However I am still humble for anything yall give me so again those of you who do like my work thank you so so much! You guys keep my going. ❤️

Request

Okay so currently I have no request, but they are open! Usually what I post are just little ideas I get throughout the day, but mostly I just write whatever comes to mind. Depending on how long the request is will be how long the fic is.. like I can write anything from 1k words to about 8+k words.

Writing

I love writing! It helps me express myself in ways I never thought I could, it has helped me mature and grow in ways I didn’t think were possible so im definitely grateful, but I find myself often having anxiety about my talents because when I was a kid I used to get made fun of a lot for them so there are still parts of me that gets anxious when posting. I have gotten a lot better about it tho.

Works I’m proud of

Okay so I’ve posted one shots, a few chapters of a fic, but I have a hard time writing series because about half way through I get new fic ideas then usually forget about the series. I am proud of all my works tbh. I put 110% of myself into them. I do wish I could at least get one series out so I will be trying to get better about that. I am also trying to get better at posting on Wattpad so fingers crossed that happens.

Tagging

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Behind the scenes of a Tumblr Writer - Tag Game

Hey there, I love behind the scenes and since this is something that's rarely talked about, let me start the chain... if you feel uncomfortable with a question, just skip it. You can add some if you want as well.

Started writing: I wrote my first Harry Potter fanfic at age 10. Started posting around 15,16 years old. I'm now 31, so...

Started blogging: I started on a German fanfiction site around 2010/11 I think. Might have been earlier too, but back then I was mostly reading, no posting. I really started when I got into One Direction (very late, tbh)

Followers: Currently at 961, which is wild to me. I don't even know that many people IRL. I convince myself that half of them are bots tbh, so I don't freak out all the time.

Communication: The people I talk to regularly are: a few writers who answered after I constantly reblogged and commented on their works and a few people who commented and reblogged my work. Writing and blogging on here can be pretty lonely, depending on your personality and the time you're active (I'm from Europe and a lot of my followers seem to be living in Northern America, so there's the Timezone thing) ... And I found that the best way to strike a conversation is to reblog, comment, and to not be shy. I do wish I got more asks, though....

Likes: I actually filter them out. I have 793 original posts up at the moment. It doesn't give me anything to know how many likes a fic has other than to tell me which characters are liked more than others or maybe that one fic does especially well. My activity only shows me comments, asks, reblogs with tags, and answers to my own asks. I live for the tags and the comments.

Requests: I love talking to people about ideas. That's how I started the plotbunny game because I have so many ideas and so little time. And sometimes an idea just doesn't want to be written out fully. Requests are fun because YAY, I get some mail... but then I freak out because I don't really know how to write this NOW and then I freak out because it's been a week already, two weeks, wait, two months? I'd rather have suggestions where people tell me vague things like "I'd love to read something about this side character" or "Have you ever considered this character with a soulmate trope"? because then I don't have the feeling of failing the request when I write it a little bit differently.

Writing: I am a fast writer. I know that's one of my talents. I can churn out a oneshot of 1k words in less than an hour. People read slower than I write. That can suck sometimes because you've just posted this and you want to know what people are thinking but they're not as fast as you are. I do have a lot of ideas. I want to write constantly but my brain doesn't always want to. I am trying to respect that.

There are also certain things that I just feel wrong writing. I cannot write anything suggestive (I also don't like reading it) and everything past that gives me panic attacks. I can hardly write mean characters and jealousy feels so wrong to me that I cannot write it. I've also overdone it with the soulmark trope and now I feel like everything I write about it feels lifeless.

I write best in the mornings before going to work, but I don't have much time there. I don't need special music (but it helps), but I need to have at least some energy left and at best, no distractions. But I have been writing for over 20 years, so I will say experience helps a lot.

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moonlit-imagines · 3 years ago

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a/n: insp

not requested

You weren’t an Avenger, you just lived with them. Dad’s the Avenger. The man himself, Tony Stark. So while they were all having a team meeting, you sat in your bed doing homework for a class you could easily test out of and turned your music all the way up. And it had honestly never been a problem before until…

“What is that?” Steve asked, hearing your loud music muffling through several walls.

“Sounds like music to me, old man.” Tony replied and went on with the meeting.

“Y/N?” Nat chimed in. “They’ve got good taste.”

“Can you tell them to turn it down, maybe?” Clint suggested and Tony completely ignored him. “If you don’t, I will.”

“No, Legolas. My child needs to concentrate on their schoolwork and if music helps them to do so, then so be it.” Tony quickly answered before going on with his previous thoughts, or not. “Damn it, you guys. I forgot what I was talking about.”

“The Iron Legion.” Steve reminded.

“Right! Right, I knew that.”

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pappydaddy · 3 months ago

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a pretty disgusting reality i realized this morning is that even with working two jobs, i cannot afford a car and an apartment in my province. to comfortably afford a car with insurance payments, i would have to be making at least $800 bi-weekly and i wouldn’t have any extra money. that’s with the cheapest insurance quote i could get.

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spring-picnics · 3 years ago

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Hi everyone!!!

I have a new blog:

@girlboss-girlblogs

I was heavily inspired by a post I saw on here so out of pure boredom, I’m making a new blog!!! But like one to girlblog about minute insignificant details of my life, as one does. The url is @girlboss-girlblogs and Follow if you’re interested.

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loving-and-dreaming · 2 years ago

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Welcome to Dreamers School!! I know how scary the first day is, so I have lots of different things planned out you can do! Feel free to do more than one, just on different asks so I can respond to it:)

Who will I write for(anyone else can absoutley be added but I just feel most comfortable writing these friends rn): Steve Harrington, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, John B, Rafe Cameron, Draco Malfoy

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echos-scomplink · 2 years ago

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can i ask for 6, 14, and 5 for the top three ask game lovely??

Thanks for the ask! @pappydaddy you're definitely my favorite writer! I hope you have a nice rest of your day!

6. Top three Make up products

I'm going to be honest I don't really use makeup and don't really know much about it 😃

14. Top three Romantic dates

1. Picnics! I like just sitting with my partner and just eating food and talking.

2. Going to the drive in movie theater! I have always loved going there.

3. Going to a lake! We don't even have to swim we can just simply sit there and enjoy each others company while putting our feet in the water.

5. Top three Subjects

1. History! I have always liked learning about history(even tho my grades always weren't that hot tbh)

2. Cooking! I love cooking and it was one of my best classes.

3. Art! I love drawing (even though I'm not that good)

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Crazy for you.

A/N: if detailed fics aren’t your thing than you’re in the wrong place. I love details and I’d rather be detailed and boring than have little details and have likes. I’m gonna stay true to myself as a writer. So please enjoy sorry I rambled. I haven’t been around in a while and I’m sorry.

Warnings: cussing, SMUT 18+, Teasing, oral (giving), unprotected sex, dirty talk. Slight Public play, spanking. Edging. (I think that’s it.)

Wordcount: 4,376

Tag list: @ahoy-stevieboy @thehair-ington @linkispink1995 @harringtown @gardeniasandwhiskey @lxvesickreality @bluebellbrooke @thenameishayley248 @pappydaddy @didyouputyournameinthegobi @lenassaviorsblog @wolphielautz

Please enjoy ☺️

Steve and I had a date tonight we were going to Benny’s diner to get a milkshake. Steve and I had our first date there. That was a year and two months ago, and of course we had to be in school. I knew as soon as I got my free period I had to do my homework. Well at least what I could do, and Steve did not make it easy for me and he knew it. He was a little shit head, but I loved him. I couldn’t help it. Call it young love but I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

My sister thinks I’m crazy but she doesn’t know our relationship like I do. Steve had saved my life when the demogorgons invaded Hawkins. But I had Saved Steve’s life apparently. We were drunk and at the lake, we were sitting on the hood of his BMW. just us and nature around us. Steve had drank that night, but so had I. I remember every detail of the night. The way our hands lightly grazed over each other’s, the way he bit his lip when he didn’t think I noticed.

My mind started to replay that night until a hand started to snap in front of my face. I quickly looked at who was currently in my personal space, I smiled warmly as I saw Steve. He returned that same smile, and slid down the wall to sit beside me. When he sat down he nudged me with his shoulder.

“Hey are you okay? I was calling your name for like five minutes?”

I looked at him, I blushed slightly putting my hand on his thigh. My eyes met his, he smiled at me leaning in pressing his lips to mine. I quickly kissed back, I pulled away. Nodding my head at him.

“Uhhh. Yeah I’m fine I just was thinking about the night at your parents cabin.”

A sly smirk came across his face, pulled me closer to him.

“Is that so?”

His hand slid along my thigh, I grabbed his hand stopping it.

“Steve i’m trying to do homework so we can go out tonight so if you want your girlfriend there I suggest you stop.”

He quickly pulled his hand back. I giggled before pecking his lips again. I went back to my history book, I felt Steve's hand go to my lower back. I tensed up when I felt his hand go under my shirt, his hand froze at my simple motion, I saw him smirking cheek to cheek out of my peripheral vision. I cleared my throat, turned my head to look at him. When our eyes met He smiled at me innocently.

“Keep studying Y/N i'm just gonna rub your back. I know it helps you relax.”

I looked at him suspiciously, and I narrowed my eyes at him. I shrugged the thought off, I went back to studying until I felt his fingers pull at the back of my bra. I whipped my head towards him, I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth. His hand froze, and his eyes looked up.

“Miss Y/L/N, is mister Harrington bothering you?”

My heart immediately dropped, I turned towards my biology teacher smiling up at him.

“Uh yeah everything is good Mr. Jones I’m just doing some homework. Steve was just helping me finish up.”

I smile at him, I look down at my homework, quickly finishing the last question. I shut my text book while he walked away, I let out a breath as I saw his shoes disappearing. I stood up, I squatted down picking up my books. I kissed Steve on the lips, I smiled at him.

“I’ll see you at six o’clock Steve.”

He smiled, pecked my lips again letting his hands run up my sides. He pulled away, nodded his head.

“Okay Y/N, I’ll see you at six.”

I smiled, walked back to my locker, I put everything in my locker and closed it as the last bell of the day went off. I walked out the double doors, I talked to a few of my friends while I walked home. Steve always insisted on taking me home but I reassured him that I’d be fine, and that it was better for my health. Steve knew I was saving up for a car so it wasn’t like I wouldn’t have a car soon.

When I got to my street I looked both ways before crossing the road, I started towards my house. I didn’t see my parents home so I was guessing they had left early for their trip. I walked into the house, I quickly ran upstairs. Immediately taking my clothes off, I jumped into the shower. After I got out I walked back into my room, and I put on my underwear. I walked to my closet, I looked at the variety of blouses I had hanging. I put my hand on my chin, and I started tapping my foot against the carpet.

I slid a nice fitting white tank top on, I grabbed my black skirt over the bottom of my tank top. I grabbed my Jean jacket sliding it on, I walked over to my vanity grabbing my hair brush. I teased my hair until it had a little poof to it, I plugged in my curling iron letting it heat up. I walked to my dresser drawer, I grabbed a pair of pantyhose, I slid them up my legs. Once I was done I slipped on my shoes, I looked at the clock on my nightstand, and I cussed under my breath. It was five thirty Steve would be here in thirty minutes.

I curled my hair, I sprayed hairspray in my hair. I put some lip gloss on, before I even got halfway down the stairs I heard a knock at my door. I smiled widely, I bolted down the rest of my stairs swinging the front door open widely. I smiled seeing Steve he looked as handsome as ever. His chestnut brown hair was perfect and styled (like always) he wore a pair of light washed blue jeans, and a nice burgundy sweater.

He smelled of soap, laundry detergent, and spice. It was intoxicating, and I loved every second of breathing it in. I grabbed my keys, I walked out the door locking up. Steve pressed his soft lips to mine, I smiled into the kiss putting my hand on his cheek. When we pulled away I was a bit taken back, but not because he kissed me but he had never kissed me like that. It was a nervous but passionate kiss. He had something planned, but there was no use in asking because I knew he wouldn’t tell me.

He smiled at me, grabbed my hand giving me a twirl. My skirts ruffles lifted up a bit, I giggled as he walked me to his maroon Bmw. He stopped before we reached his car, he pulled me into him wrapping his arms around my waist loosely. He pressed his lips to the top of my head before pulling away smiling brightly at me.

“By the way Y/N you look stunning.”

I smiled at him, I stood on my tippy toes pecking his lips before pulling away.

“Thanks Stevie you look great too.”

He smiled, walked to the passenger side of the car, opened the door for me.

“Nice jacket by the way.”

He smiled at me, I blushed lightly as my fingers found a piece of hair. I started playing with it, I hated it more than I did anything else. (My ticks were another thing that hit after the upside down) I looked back up at him, I smiled shyly.

“Thank Steve. I saw it and thought of you so I decided to buy it, I hope t-that’s okay.”

His smile got even wider, I walked over to him sliding into the car. Before he shut the door he leaned down so I could see him, he put his hand on my thigh.

“It’s more than okay Y/N. It’s perfect just like you.”

Just that simple statement awoke the butterflies in my stomach. I shut the car door, I quickly got lost in thought. Every time I was with Steve it was euphoric. I was over the moon and nothing would bring me back to earth. Steve made me feel untouchable, and I made sure to tell him every chance I got. The sound of Steve closing the car door brought me back to him, I turned towards him, I leaned into him. He wrapped his arm around me, I kissed his lips passionately before we left my driveway. When I pulled away he pulled out the driveway, he glanced at me as he took off towards the diner.

“What was that for?”

I looked at him, I snuggled into his side.

“Nothing just for loving me.”

He let out a playful scoff, he winked at me.

“Well luckily for me you make that easy.”

I smiled, I listened to his heartbeat. The radio softly played in the background, I rubbed my finger on Steve’s chest looking up at him. I raised up, I started letting my finger slowly go down his chest to his stomach, and he told me to stop a few times. I didn’t want to after all he deserved it from earlier. Before I could get down to the waistband of his pants his hand grabbed my hand, and glanced at me.

“Aww what’s wrong Stevie can’t handle a little teasing.”

His face kinda went unreadable for a moment, eyes looked over at me, and casually let out a breath.

“You’re not allowed to cum tonight.”

My smirk dropped, and I grabbed his hand.

“B-but Steve I was only teas-.”

As he pulled into the parking lot, parked the car he looked at me, smirked at me.

“Well now it’s my turn.”

I gulped, I nodded my head. He turned the car off, got out of the car. He walked over to my side of the car door, and opened it like he did before. When I stepped out I “accidentally.” rubbed my ass against his crotch, his breath hitched. I kissed his lips, and then ducked under his arm walking to the restaurant’s doors. I looked over my shoulder and smiled innocently.

“Hey babe are you coming? I’m starving.”

He bit his bottom lip, ran a hand through his hair. He shut the car door, he walked into the diner with me. I walked with him to a booth, I slid into it. Steve sat across from me, the waitress walked over. Steve and I had both ordered a bacon burger with a chocolate milkshake. After she walked away Steve cleared his throat, and that’s when the nerves kicked. I could see it in his eyes that revenge was still very present.

“So uh Y/N it’s been a year and two months since we got together, and I it’s probably dumb to get you this but I uhm I hope you like.” I nodded, the waitress came over, put our plates in front of us. I noticed Steve’s plate and mine looked different. Hiswas on his burger and mine on my plate. I grabbed the tomato and put it on my burger, then I grabbed the lettuce putting it on top of my tomato. I picked up the bread, and I placed it on top of my burger. My attention went back to Steve, he looked at me smiling.

“I hope you like it Y/N.”

My eyebrows furrowed confusion so very evident on my face, and I saw his smile drop some.

“Uhm Y/N is everything okay?”

I smiled at him, I nodded my head.

“Uh yeah Steve but you hope I like what?”

I looked down, I watched him pick a small ring up. He smiled, slid it on my left ring finger.

“Y/N I know I’m not the best at -.”

“Steve shut up… t-this is perfect. I love you Steve.”

He smiled, reached across the table to hold my hand while his finger played with my new ring.

“It looks great on you baby.”

I smiled while leaning across the table, and Steve met me in the middle. Our lips pressed together, I sat there for a moment no matter how loud my lower back was screaming at me to get out of the position. When I remembered Steve was sitting like this I had leaned back into my side of the booth, next thing I knew Steve was slipping into my side of the booth.

His hand lingering on my thigh, just as soon as I looked at him the waitress came back to check in on us. Steve looked at me, and I shook my head at him. The waitress nodded, and she walked away back to whatever she was doing. As we say there I felt Steve’s hand start to slide up my thigh. When he reached my panties I froze immediately, and almost choked on the frie I had just swallowed. I took a sip of my chocolate shake while Steve looked at me as if nothing was going on.

He leaned into me whispering into my ear. His warm breath made goosebumps break out across my skin.

“Don’t make a nose princess, I mean unless you want everyone in the restaurant to know what we are doing.”

I looked around the restaurant, not too many people were there but it was empty either. I nodded my head, bit my lip and he started rubbing circles against my underwear. I gripped his arm giving it a firm squeeze, just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse the waitress came walking back over. She put the check down on the table, and I looked up at her flashing her a smile.

After Steve had put the money on the table we left the restaurant, and I barely had time to pull my sort down. Steve basically pulled me out the restaurant, we got into the car making our way back to his place. His parents were out of town, it wasn’t unusual for me to spend the night at Steve’s. All I had to do was tell my parents I was at Nancy’s, I was most definitely grateful for her.

As soon as Steve put his car in park we got out the car heading to his front door. After we got inside we decided to watch a movie. Steve had popped popcorn, and grabbed two drinks from the refrigerator. I took a few sips continuing to watch the movie. Steve grabbed my hand, I turned my attention towards him. He leaned into me kissing my lips, and the kiss was soft and sweet. After a second or so it changed.

What once was soft and sweet turned into hunger, passion. I straddled Steve’s lap, I wrapped my arms lazily around his neck while his hands roamed my body. My first item of clothing to go was my jacket. Followed by Steve’s sweater, Then my tank top his lips pressed down my chin to my neck. Once he got there his fingers dug into my sides, I moved my head to the side giving him better access to my neck. His lips latched themselves onto my sweet spot, I let out a small soft whimper grabbing on his shoulders to get better balance.

My hands ran down his chest to his pants, once my hands got there I started to unbutton his pants. He pulled away from my neck, smirked at me.

“In a hurry tonight are we princess?”

I bit my bottom lip feeling heat flush across my cheeks and up to my ears. I wrapped my arms around his neck, put my forehead against his.

“Sorry Stevie, I just want you so bad.”

I kissed his lips again, I made my way to his neck. When I got there I kissed all over it, not leaving a spot untouched. I sucked all over his neck, I felt his grip tighten against my waist. I knew there was going to be a bruise by morning, but I didn’t care. I just wanted every part of Steve, I need him now. The teasing was overbearing, but Steve and I made sure sex wasn’t a main priority in our relationship which made the sex Euphoric.

Steve’s hands tugged at my skirt, I got off of him quickly not breaking eye contact once. I started at the waistband of my skirt, and I didn’t stop until my skirt was at my ankles. When I stood back up Steve let out a groan, he motioned me to come back to him so I did. I got back in the position I was in again, Steve wasted no time to connect his lips with mine again. His fingers ran across the back of my thighs, he gave my ass a firm smack. I let out a Yelp against his mouth, he took my bra off discarding it on the floor.

Steve’s hands roughly ran up my body, once he got to my cheeks he let his hands glide down my body. Not leaving a single inch of my body untouched, he pulled my bottom lip between his teeth pulling away letting it go back in its place. Steve’s hand immediately found my panties, his fingers dipped under the fabric so he could start rubbing my clit.

My gasped fell into the empty house, I tilted my head back closing my eyes. I gripped Steve’s shoulders, I rolled my hips against his fingers letting out a bubbly moan fall out my mouth.

“Are you close baby girl?”

I bit my lip, I looked down at him nodding my head. As much as I didn’t want to admit it I was honestly close. I was so close to the high I was looking for, but when I was so colse Steve pulled his fingers away making a whimper leave my lips.

“Steve what the fuck?”

His hand quickly struck my ass sending a loud pop into the house. The small noise seemed so loud it echoed in my ears, and now my ass stung. I looked at Steve, I furrowed my eyebrows.

“What was that for?”

“Everything Y/N. The stunt you pulled in the car then in the parking lot. You’ve been a very bad girl today, and I think bad girls deserve to be punished.”

I licked my lips, and I put my hands on his chest. My fingers instantly found themselves playing on his chest. I looked down at him, he groaned.

“Y/N don’t look at me like that. You’ve misbehaved and now you need to be punished.”

I dropped my head, I looked back up at him smirking.

“Then Ruin me Steve.”

Those four words made something in Steve snap. One moment I was on his lap, and the next I’m over his shoulder getting carried to his room. Of course I giggled the whole way. Steve was a man on a mission, he looked determined. As he carried me up the stairs I started to nibble and kiss on his chest, when we got to his room he threw me on the bed. He tugged his pants down,and stepped out of them making me Moan at the sight.

His eyes were blown wide with lust, his lips were pink and swollen. He had his eyes glued to me, I wanted to hide. Steve was intimidating sometimes, and this was one of them.

“Get off the bed, and get on your knees.”

I nodded my head, I quickly did as I was told. I watched his bulge twitch at the simple action, I reached for his dick and I started stroking it through his boxers. He let it go on for a few minutes before he grabbed my hand, and stopped me.

“Baby aren’t you supposed to be doing something?”

I nodded my head, I pulled his boxers down letting his hard dick spring free. I lucked up the bottom of his shaft, his hands quickly made a temporary ponytail of my hair. I took his dick into my mouth, he let me set the pace before he took control. After a few soft bobs from me his grip tightened on my ponytail, he gave it a tug while he started thrusting in my mouth. My eyes shut some, and I gagged feeling his dick hit the back of my mouth.

He shook his head, and put his hand on my cheek. He Looked down at me, and titled his head back letting out a moan.

“Fuck princess you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth. God I’m going to make you a mess tonight.”

I let out a moan around his shaft, I focused on breathing through my nose so I could take him fully into my mouth. Once I was confident I wasn’t going to gag I started deepthroating him. Grunts and praises came from him, and it encouraged me to go the extra mile. I let one hand slowly trail up his thigh, I swirled my tongue around the tip of his swollen dick. He let out a gasp, he pulled my head off his dick. He grabbed my arm, and pulled me to him.

As soon as I was sturdy Steve kissed me hard, he moaned into my mouth. He walked forward until his bed made my knees buckle, Steve hovered above me while our lips tangled together. Steve lined himself up with me, and he looked up at me. All I had to do was nod once, Steve was filling me up. I clenched around him, he threw his head back moaning.

“I- O-Oh fuck princess you feel so good around me, you always feel so good. L-like you were made for me.”

All I could respond with was a moan. Steve had more self control than I did. He could find words while I couldn’t find any at the moment. Steve always had this effect on me, and it was shocking. I always had some snarky comment to say but not now, Steve made me want to give him the best me and he wanted the same. That’s what made me fall in love with him.

“S-Stevie… p-please.. d-don’t stop.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, he leaned down to me kissing my lips hungrily. Before he pulled away he bit my bottom lip again.

“Don’t worry princess I don’t intend to.”

His hip’s slammed into me, and at that moment I was glad Steve’s parents weren’t home. Because the noises that were leaving their son’s room were something. My moans were one thing, Steve’s groans were another, but the sure thing that would have gotten us caught was our skin hitting against each other’s. The sound of that mixed with the headboard hitting the wall would have gotten us caught by anyone and I mean anyone.

I felt Steve hit my g-spot over and over, I didn’t know how much more I could honestly take. Steve and I could go for hours, but I didn’t wanna spend hours chasing something I could get now. Call me needy or impatient, but don’t get me wrong I loved foreplay but right now just wasn’t the time. I needed Steve to ravish me, so far he was doing a good job.

Before I knew it I was face down on his bed, and his hand grabbed my hair again making me let out a hiss. He slammed back into me, I closed my eyes letting my mouth fall open in a euphoric bliss. His hard dick ramming and rubbing my g-spot like it was a genie in a bottle eagerly waiting to pop out the bottle.

I clenched around him, I let out a scream into the sheets gripping them harshly. I gave them a firm tug, and before I could relax for a second Steve pulled me into him. He latched his mouth back onto my neck, and he started sucking harshly on it. His hand slipped around to my clit, he started rubbing quickly, I let out a squeal.

“B-Ba-Baby god please keep going. I’m so c-close please you’re making me feel so good please.”

He let out another “I know.” Chuckle, he thrusted harder into me. I let my eyes close, I felt the knot in my stomach quickly building to the point where it burst. Steve leaned next to my ear, and he started grunting in my ear while kissing it softly.

“G-Go ahead cum for me princess.”

That’s all I need to hear. I let out moans, gasps. Nothing could ever make me feel this good. Not the way Steve did. As I started riding out my orgasm Steve sloppily thrusted into me. Letting out his own grunts and groans into the room, but as soon as he came he let out a growl. After he rode out his orgasm he pulled out of me, and he went and got a rag cleaning myself and him off of each other. He laid next to me gasping for air then he pulled me Into him, kissing my lips softly.

Before anything else happened I looked up at him, I smiled cheekily before kissing his lips softly.

“Thank you for letting me cum Stevie.”

“You're welcome Y/N, I love you so much I’m so glad I pleased you.”

I let out a giggle, I opened my eyes to look at him.

“Stevie I love you too, and you don’t ever have to worry you’ll always please me baby.”

He smiled at me, he rubbed his nose against mine, a smile thing we did when others were around, especially the kids.

“Oh and Steve I know you were made for me too.”

He smiled, kissed my lips.

“Good now how about we take a nap and round two later on I was thinking out by the pool?”

I laughed at him, nodded.

“Why would I say no baby? I'm obviously crazy for you.”

He smiled and I laid my head on his chest drifting away to sleep but not before I heard his soft sweet voice.

“I’m crazy for you too.”

A/N: that’s a wrap for this fic, and I hoped y’all liked it. If you’d like to be on my tag list just message me. Oh if you want to request just let me know. More smuts are coming for sure and so are other things so keep a look out!

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