#and got so excited when i learnt that the movie was gonna have steve from real life go into the game

[gracefulserpent1207]

Y'know my first reaction to the Minecraft movie after learning the plot was "Oh! This is gonna be just like that Minecraft book that I read when I was a kid (The Island by Max Brooks) where a real life guy is thrown into Minecraft and everything is blocks and he's blocks and he learns valuable survival and life skills — just like in the game!"

And after seeing the trailer, yeah. I do think it's gonna be similar. And by similar, I mean a very shitty version of the above.

[biceraswitch]

Willing Subject

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: fluff, smut-ish, inappropriate research practices 😂

Summary: Steve is a participant in your research project and you end up getting a lot closer to him.  

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“ ....bio-monitor - check,... neural-monitor - check, I think it’s all here”  you finished looking over your station, satisfied that everything was accounted for. You were beyond excited - your research proposal had been accepted, your study approved and now it was time to collect your first set of data. When you first proposed your work you were sure that you would be rejected, but here you were, about to wire up the avengers before one of their missions. Ugh, you felt like you could throw up from a weird mix of nerves and excitement. 

“Hi Captain Rogers I’m Y/N Y/L/N, I’m on the research team leading this study. Thanks again for agreeing to be a part of this” You shook his hand and directed him to sit on the raised bench. 

“I’m happy to help ma’am, but I’m not sure Fury would have let me say no” he chuckled as he sat down. 

You smiled warmly “Well regardless, I appreciate it, I wouldn’t have much of a job without willing subjects. Now, could you take your shirt off?”

“Not even gonna buy me dinner first?”

Your cheeks flushed hot  “It’s for the monitors Captain Rogers - they have to go on skin and we get the best measures if they sit directly over the heart and..” 

“Don’t worry doll I know that, was just teasing you, and please, call me Steve” he interrupted you and slid his shirt over his head. His broad chest was now on full display and you found your eyes wandering over his body. He cleared his throat and you flicked your gaze back up, cheeks growing even hotter if it was possible. 

“Ok, um, so we have two main monitors. One will sit on your chest and the other on your temple right here. The chest monitor will measure heart rate, body temperature, skin response and respiration patterns.This other monitor will measure your brain activity. They should be pretty comfortable to wear and hopefully won’t get in the way of anything you do but if you have any issues just let us know. ” you explained as your hands worked quickly attaching the devices. Your fingers brushed against Steve occasionally and you found yourself wanting to run your hands over the tight lines of his shoulders and chest. The desire got even stronger as you attached the monitor to his temple, your fingers brushing his soft hair off his face and your touch lingered, fingers curling lightly around the strands. 

Steve found himself leaning into your touch, as small as it was. It had been so long since he was with someone, since he felt something gentle and soft, something that wasn’t fighting and pain and dark and… He shook his head, trying to rid himself of those thoughts. You pulled your hand away quickly “Oh, sorry.” You gave Steve a small smile and turned back to your station “You should be all sorted now. Um, as I said, any problems just let me know” 

“Uh.. yeah...uh...thanks” Steve stuttered out whilst standing up “I’ll see you tomorrow”

As Steve walked away you chided yourself ‘god why did you have to be so weird - he probably thought you were a freak and now you have to keep seeing him. It’s gonna be so awkward’

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Except it wasn’t really awkward thankfully. The next time you saw him you stumbled a bit with your words but Steve was nothing but a gentleman. You found yourself relaxing more around him each time he came for you to change the monitors out and download the data. You had an easy banter and found yourself sharing more about yourself, your research and your life. You learnt more about the supersoldier too, filing away all the pieces of information in your brain like data. His favourite movies, music, foods, stories from his past and present, more and more you got to see the real Steve Rogers. He let down his guard around you and sometimes you saw glimpses of pain and hurt and you wanted nothing more than to wrap yourself around him. You found yourself drawing out the moments you spent with him but before you knew it, it was the final session.

“Hey Steve” you greeted as he sat in his usual spot on the bench. “ Last day today, I’m sure you’ll be glad to get rid of these” you said, starting the process to remove the monitor from his temple. You were taking your time, not wanting your time with Steve to end. You liked him, really really liked him if you let yourself think about it. But you were sure there was no way he would feel the same. Sure, he was always friendly and seemed to be happy to see you each day, but he was like that with everyone. Yet..he did seem to always lean into your touches, didn’t seem to mind when your fingers brushed further through his hair, maybe he felt something too?  ‘Stop reading too much into it’ you scolded yourself again. 

“You know doll, I’m actually gonna miss seeing you everyday”  he admitted with a shy smile, eyes focused on the floor. You grabbed his chin and tilted it so you could work on getting the last of the adhesive off his temple.

“I’ll miss you too, you’ve been my favourite participant, the rest have all wrecked at least one monitor. Bucky managed to destroy four of his own and one of Sam’s apparently, though I’m not sure who to believe because…..” you trailed off as you glanced down to see Steve’s eyes focused on you, his lips parted slightly. God they just looked so kissable. A surge of confidence coursed through you ‘Fuck it, take a chance’ you pressed your lips to his softly. You pulled back slightly to find Steve staring at you, a look of surprise painted on his face. “Sorry-” you started to squeak out but Steve reached up and held your face gently in his hands pulling you back in for another kiss. You relaxed into it, lips melding perfectly against his. You couldn't believe this was happening, he was kissing you. It felt like heaven to Steve as you curled your hands into his hair, deepening the kiss, lips parting, sharing breath back and forth. Steve's hands moved to your waist, lifting you with ease to straddle his thighs. You let out a soft moan as he started tracing circles over your back and thighs, his fingers feather light, leaving sparks in their wake. Your tongue met his and you pulled his hair slightly earning a throaty groan in response. One of Steve's hands slipped under your shirt, your body heating at the feel of his skin touching yours. You pressed your body tighter against him, filling the space between you. Shifting your hips, you earned another moan from Steve, and you smiled into the kiss. Encouraged, you started slowly rocking your hips over his, feeling him grow harder beneath you. Steve’s grip on you tightened, fingers digging into your hip and back, pushing you down harder against him. You felt like you were on fire, nerve endings firing like crazy and you couldn’t get enough.

The sound of a door opening behind you startled you and Steve. Bucky let out a low whistle as he took in the sight of you scurrying off Steve's lap and pulling your shirt down. “Sure glad I agreed to this experiment if that’s how you're gonna thank us” he chuckled. You felt you could melt into the floor with embarrassment “Oh my god,... Bucky..uh,um, we were just..” you trailed off, looking at Steve, unsure what to say. Steve sat there silently, face glowing red as he held his hands over his crotch awkwardly.

“I could see exactly what you two were doing” Bucky replied moving further into the room towards you “Nice work Stevie, you got in just before I could this time...although maybe Y/N might be up for a bit of sharing. What do you say St-” Bucky was cut off as Steve stood up from the bench and grabbed him by the shoulders marching him back towards the door “Woah woah I was just kidding!” you heard him exclaim as Steve pushed him out and slammed the door shut, clicking the lock into place.  

“Uh sorry about him” Steve said sheepishly, turning to you and rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it” you assured him quickly. You stood silently across from each other for a few moments. “If you sit down and take your shirt off I’ll be done in a few minutes” “What?” Steve blurted. “No no not like that, Your chest monitor..uh you still have your chest monitor to get rid of and then you’re all done” “Oh..yea”

Steve sat, slipping off his shirt. You got to work and after a few quiet minutes you were finished. “All done” you announced. Steve thanked you and slid his shirt back on, “ Sorry again about before doll, I just really like you and I’m sorry if I-” “ I like you too Steve, should be sorta obvious since I’m the one who kissed you” you teased. He laughed and then reached out for your hand “So, would you like to go out to dinner with me tonight?” 

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[abundanceofsoph]

SkyFire 1: Chapter 4

FLASHBACK - New York: August 2011 

Word count: 1.6k

SkyFire 1 MASTERLIST

The first thing that Rori noticed when she entered the penthouse at the beginning of August was the size, the place was gigantic, and she couldn’t help but compare it to the tiny apartment she had shared with her mother. The walk in closets in this place were probably bigger than their entire apartment combined. The second thing she noticed was the view of Central Park through the windows. Having never been to America before, she had only ever seen New York in movies, and she was itching to go out and explore her new home. The third and final thing that she saw, and what stole her attention away from everything else in the room, was the glossy, black grand piano sitting by the wide floor to ceiling windows. Tony noticed her staring at the instrument from where he was standing behind her, and he smiled sadly thinking of how it had gone mostly unplayed for so many years.

“It was your grandmothers,” he said softly. “It only really gets played when there’s a party.”

“Could I?” Rori asked softly, looking back over her shoulder with a shy smile.

“Of course,” Tony replied instantly. Steve stepped up to stand behind Tony, wrapping his arms around the shorter man’s shoulders as the teenager approached the piano, taking a seat on the bench before lifting the fallboard and hovering her fingers over the ivory keys for a moment. Both men watched on in silent awe as Aurora closed her eyes and played. The music filled the large space, breathing life into the room and Steve began to sway to the tune, forcing Tony to move with him. Slowly the song morphed from one to the next as Aurora revelled in the freedom of playing again, and after a few simple pieces she forgot completely about her audience, beginning to sing.

“She’s incredible,” Tony whispered, not wanting to shatter the stillness of the moment but needed to voice his astonishment.

“Just like her dad,” Steve murmured in his ear.

xXx

“Mind if I join?”

Steve looked up from his sketch book to find Aurora standing in the doorway of his art studio, looking shy with her sketch book and pencil case tucked under one arm.

“Make yourself at home,” he replied with a warm smile, moving his feet to make space for her on the sofa next to him. She sat down, looking around the room, taking in the finished art hanging on the walls and some of his unfinished pieces on easels over by the large window.

“You’re really good,” she finally said, shyly looking back at the blond.

“Thanks,” Steve replied with a warm smile, “I wanted to be an artist when I was a kid, before the war.”

“Do you ever wish that’s what you got to do?” Aurora asked.

“No,” Steve replied immediately. “If I hadn’t been so hellbent on joining the army I wouldn’t have been given the serum and I never would have come out of ice or met Tony… or you.”

Aurora looked up at him in shock at his confession. “But you barely know me.”

“True,” Steve agreed. “But what little I’ve learnt about you so far, I’ve liked.”

“Thanks,” Rori whispered. “I like you too.”

“I know this isn’t where either of us expected to be, but I’m glad you’re here,” Steve told her. “I know Tony’s glad you’re here too.”

“Really? He always seems like he’s terrified of talking to me for too long.”

“I think he’s just trying not to overwhelm you… or himself,” Steve replied. “He doesn’t want to come on too strong and have you run away.”

“Oh,” Rori said, surprised by Steve’s admission. “I guess that makes sense.”

The pair lapsed into silence and after a few moments Rori turned her attention to her sketch book. The two sketched side by side for hours until the sun started to set, and the studio started to darken with the lengthening shadows.

xXx

A few days after the day she spent in Steve’s art studio with him, Rori made her way downstairs to Tony’s workshop. She asked JARVIS to announce her presence outside the glass door, watching Tony stare intently at the screen in front of him before he snapped his eyes up to look at her, a smile stretching across his face as he spoke, clearly telling JARVIS to let her in as the door slid open a moment later.

“Hey,” he greeted as she walked towards him.

“Hi,” she replied nervously. While they had gotten along easily when they met in London a few weeks ago, Rori had not been lying when she had told Steve that Tony seemed afraid of talking to her. Now that she knew the reason behind his hesitancy, she was determined to bridge the distance between them. If she was going to live here with him for the next 2 years, then she needed to create a relationship with her father. “What are you working on?”

“A new Iron Man suit,” Tony replied. “Did you need something?”

“No. I just thought it might be nice to get to know each other a bit.”

“Oh,” Tony replied, “Um… yeah, ok. What do you want to know?”

“Everything? Anything? I’m not sure,” Rori laughed awkwardly. “I don’t really know how to have a dad, so I’m not really sure how to do this.”

“Yeah, I don’t really know how to do this either,” Tony admitted.

They started with small talk, Tony showing her some of his designs and telling stories of his past and Rori telling him about her childhood and friends back home.

“I had JARVIS set up some internet search protocols,” Tony told her after a few hours. “Just so that we would know if the paparazzi or anyone work out who you are or something.”

“That makes sense,” Rori replied, “I guess it’s inevitable that it’ll happen at some point, right?”

“Yeah, but we don’t have to worry about that for a while I don’t recon,” Tony said. “I only mention it because when I was doing that it pulled up any mention of you online and I saw your social media accounts.” He paused, not knowing whether he had overstepped and invaded her privacy, but she remained quiet, waiting for him to reach his point. “I found your YouTube channel.”

“What did you think?” she asked, looking at her hands in her lap, nervous to hear his reply.

“You’re really talented,” he said. “Your landscape paintings are beautiful, and I like that you record your own music for the videos. I know Steve’s already told you, but you’re welcome to use his art studio whenever you want. I know he’s looking forward to having someone around the house that can talk art with him.”

“Thank you,” Rori told him. “He said you built the studio for him when he moved in last year.”

“Yeah, I did,” Tony replied. “I wanted him to feel like this was his home as much as it’s mine. Same goes for you.”

“It’s a little overwhelming right now but I think I will after I have a chance to get used to it all.”

“I’m glad,” he said, breathing a sigh of relief at her admission. “So, is art what you want to do with your life?”

“I think so,” Rori answered. “I’m not really sure if I want to be a painter or a musician or what but I’m pretty confident I want to do something in the arts.”

“You know there’s an incredible Arts school only a few blocks from here.”

“LaGuardia?” she asked. “I’ve read about it. It’s unbelievably good but the audition process is brutal apparently.”

“I could make some calls,” Tony offered.

“Really?” Rori gasped. “But the school year starts in like 2 weeks.”

“You’re a Stark now, kid. That name opens up a lot of doors if you want it to.”

She bit at her bottom lip, torn between desperately wanting to attend the school of her dreams but feeling uncomfortable using her newfound privilege to get in when plenty of other kids had worked hard for years to audition for their place.

“Please let me do this for you,” Tony asked as he watched her internal debate play out across her face. She looked up in response to his tone, and her decision was made when she saw the expression on his face. It was clear as day that he wanted to be able to do something to help her adjust to her new life and feel good about leaving behind everything to live in a foreign country with a stranger.

“Ok,” she agreed, unable to stop the excited grin that split across her face.

xXx

It had been 5 weeks since Aurora had moved into Stark Tower and while the three of them had quickly adjusted to living together, today was a disruption to the easy going atmosphere that usually settled over the penthouse.

“I’ve been walking to school on my own for years,” Aurora argued as she stood in front of Steve and Tony in the living room.

“Not in New York, you haven’t!” Tony retorted.

“It’s a 10 minute walk!” Rori countered.

“It’s not safe to walk around Manhattan on your own,” Tony continued. “Not when you’re my kid.”

“But no one knows I’m your kid,” Rori said, “at least not until I step out of a chauffeur driven town car on my first day.”

“Tony,” Steve interjected softly, having stayed out of the argument until that point. “She’s right. It’s only 10 minutes to LaGuardia High and no one knows who she is. She’ll just be one of countless students walking those streets. She’ll be fine.”

“Thank you, Steve!” Aurora replied with a smile. “Now if you don’t mind me, I’m gonna go before I’m late on my first day.”

Without waiting for a reply from her father, she turned on her heels, scooped her bag off the nearby couch and headed for the elevator.

“Not cool, Steve,” Tony said once the elevator doors closed behind her. “Very not cool.”

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[rodrickheffeley]

hozier asks: Be

- Be- Have you changed much as a person in the last year?

it's late. but I wanna do this one 💕💕

yes, I've changed so much to over one year. Tumblr is bad bad bad. but I'd have never realised I'm not straight if it wasn't for Tumblr. they never teach about sexuality in school. how was I supposed to find about this? i learnt about lgbtq+ community on Tumblr. even tho I'm still confused at least I'm not straight. a year back I wasn't a bad person. but I was a bit ignorant about many things. i had an ig acc for my crappy poetries🙊. i used to be super sensitive when someone called me names on internet. but now who tf cares?! if a year back you said im gonna like superhero movies, I'd have punched you in the face right there. I always considered superhero genre childish. i didn't even know wtf is dc and marvel. in 2015 something I watched deadpool, I had no idea what tf was that. then in 2018 I watched tsam 1 and 2 and I loved spiderman. I thot there has to be more spider man movies because I wanted more. I found about homecoming. I was expecting Andrew but instead I got tom holland, I had no idea who he was. watching that was nightmare. I had no clue what was going on. there was some tony stark (first time I found about him ✨) and avengers. I had in my mind that spiderman movies and marvel movies are set in different universe. but this was not the case. however I watched homecoming. I looking for more spiderman movies. I found about raimi trilogy. I was like ok let's watch this. worst experience. I cringed entire time watching the first movie (although I liked green Goblin). I didn't bother to watch next one. i googled about marvel dc movies. found watching order of mcu movies, binged all twenty movies starting from iron man 1 till infinity war in 2 two weeks. first i watched all the trailers, YouTube had this all trailers combined in one. I was most excited for TFA and thor 1. i almost wanted to rush to watch those because I was so impressed by Steve rogers. yeah even I don't know why. I binged all the movies till thor Ragnarok (I loved it). infinity war wasn't out in hd. so I watched the low quality version. i had already seen spoilers for infinity war so I knew spiderman and Loki dies. but holy shit I didn't expect half of the Avengers to be dusted. i always used to see Tumblr screenshots on ig in my hp phase. so I was ok let's do this app. I downloaded I made an account. I didn't know how this works. so I logged out. I watched infinity war again and became so attached to tony stark. ant man and the wasp had just come out. I decided to log back in. first it was harry potter bullshit. then I followed some marvel blogs. an finally figured out how this app works. i started posting incorrect iron dad quotes and some of those blew up 🙊. i watched iron man trilogy again in November. since then I love him the most. and here we are. and after endgame I got tired of mcu and started reading comics. I've this thing I get bored really fast.

sorry I went off.

[steveebabyyy-blog]

Pure fuel

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Swearing and drinking! 

Summary: You’re visiting from California and end up going to a party and meeting a mystery boy. Shit load of fluff, very cringy. 

Authors Note: Happy new year to everyone! I wish you all the best 2018. Hope you enjoy this, it’s been sitting in my drafts for a while but I finally finished it. May write a more angsty part two?? Who knows. Feedback encouraged!!

You drifted through the crowd of people, the music pumping through your veins into your body. You felt the vibrations of the song in your chest from how loud it was, Easy Lover by Phil Collins playing, filling the room. You were here in Hawkins on a trip to visit your parents friend and his family, the Hargroves. Billy, who you got on with really well, invited you to come to this party with him, in hope of being able to score with you - but you told him straight up it was gonna happen. You knew Billy too well though, and you knew he’d probably still make a move. You used to live next to eachother in California, but his dad met someone else and they ended up moving all the way over here. Your mum and dad were close friends with his dad, despite knowing the shit he put Billy through, which pissed you off. But them being friends gave you the chance to come down and visit, and get out of sunny california for a while. It was a Summer fancy dress party, a movie themed one. You decided to dress up as Sandy from Grease, the badass version of her at the end of the movie, purely because you had a pair of leather trousers and a leather jacket. You put on your best heels and curled your hair especially to look the part. You weren’t going to lie to yourself, you looked good. And the boys at the party knew this as well, earning you some attention. You knew you wouldn’t be getting this much attention usually - back in California you were a pretty simple girl. But that night, seeing as you were in a new place, you took it as an oppurtunity to show of your hidden confidence. 

You walked up to a boy who was next to a bowl of some red concoction. It had a strong smelling scent, and looked like it had all sorts mixed into it. You looked up at the boy, with a very concerned face.

“What’s this?” you asked, hesitantly taking a cup from the side and scooping up the drink with it.

“Pure fuel.” he answered with a wink before downing the contents and yelling a loud “Yeah!” with his hands up, running off to join the group of dancers. You sipped the drink, deciding it was probably safe to drink, and drank some more. And some more. And a little bit more. You leant back on the counter and continued to consume the mixture, trying to pick of what kind of alcohol was in it. You gently got pushed to the side as a couple stumbled over, one pushing the other into the counter as they locked mouths, passionately kissing. You just laughed, shaking your head and rolling your eyes at the couple - moving to the opposite counter to get out of their way. That’s when a boy stumbled into the kitchen, laughing to someone from the other room. He walked over to the counter with the drink on, slightly pushing the couple away so he could get some - which the couple didn’t even notice. 

He was dressed in black trousers and a white top, rayban sunglasses in hand - you couldn’t for the life of you work out who he was supposed to be, but whatever. He looked down at the drink for a few moments, before turning around to look you straight in the eyes. Back in California, you were used to the typical boys who had blonde, shaggy hair and beaming blue eyes, but this boy was completely different in all the best ways. The first thing you noticed was his massive brown eyes focusing on yours. His eyes were the kind of eyes you couldn’t not fall for. Light reflected off them to reveal darker brown specks falling towards the his pupils, having a sort of warmth to him. They weren’t harsh eyes, but instead they were inviting - you wanted to know more about him, and just because of his eyes. Everyone who ever said brown eyes were boring clearly hadn’t seen these eyes. His hair was big - and you could tell he had put a lot of work into it, as it looked amazing. Almost better than your hair. Damn, I gotta find out what he uses. He stood with such confidence, and you felt the radiating warmth from him. He felt open, and homely - and he hadn’t even said a damn word yet.

“What’s this?” he asked you, pointing to the drink. You looked down in to your cup, noticing all your drink was gone, and walked over next to him to refill.

“Pure fuel.” you smirked, refilling your cup with the red substance. He nodded at your answer with a smile, and followed your example by filling up his cup. You could tell he was slightly drunk, smelling the beer on his breath. He took a long gulp of his drink before taking a closer, proper look at you. He scanned his eyes over every detail of you; your body, your face, your hair. He smiled in admiration of you, and then reacted like suddenly someone had switched a lightbulb on in his head.

“You’re Sandy, right! Grease!” he said, clicking his fingers and pointing at your outfit. You looked down at your tight, leather attire, and then back up at his goofy smile.

“Yeah! The badass version, not the soft one.” you laughed. You observed his outfit for a moment longer, and tilted your head to the side. “Who are you?” 

He still had that goofy smile on his face as he shouted, “Danny!” like an excited child. “Ya’ know! From Grease too!” He laughed, showing off his outfit to you. “Yeah I know, it doesn’t look like it. I left my leather jacket on the sofa, so I don’t really look the part now.” 

“No! I totally get it now.” you chuckled, not really getting it but you just wanted to reassure him as he looked nice enough. 

“I don’t recognise you. You from around here?” he asked, before taking a small sip of his drink and putting on his raybans, hiding the eyes you admired so much. 

“No, I’m from California. I’m over here visiting a friend for a couple weeks. Their son invited me to the party tonight, I think he’s trying his chances but I don’t think of him like that.” 

“Oh cool, man.” he muttered, finishing the rest of his drink. Just when you were about to ask him if he knew who Billy was, there was a loud cheer as a fight broke out outside. Louds of people ran outside to observe the carnage, but you would much rather not. You hated seeing people fight, and this boy didn’t show any signs of leaving your side to go and see, so you decided to stay with him as well. “So how long you out here for?” 

“Just two weeks. I’ve been here for a couple days, but I’m just staying over the spring break. My friends thought I was mad for leaving California to go to Hawkins for spring break.” you laughed, thinking back to how notorious the teenage parties were back home - especially in spring break.

“It’s not too bad here, really.” the boy said, taking off his sunglasses and putting them on the side. “It’s small, yeah. And you got a few dickheads, but it’s actually not too bad.” 

“The parties seem great, are they always this wild?” you questioned, refilling your drink again and looking into the next room. There were couples sucking mouth everywhere, then a big group of people dancing - bodies close together, pushing against eachother in the heat. You could hear the cheers from the fight outside, and heard other distant chants as someone did the keg. 

“God, yeah. It’s the best bit about it all. You know there will always be a great party.”  

You couldn’t stop looking at him. He didn’t even know you and was just openly chatting with you. There was no sense of awkwardness, and no silences - and even if there were, they didn’t feel uncomfortable. As he talked, it was always with a slight smile or a hand through his hair. It felt like he was happy speaking to you, and god you were happy to. 

As the night went on, the two of you found yourself spending it together. You sat on top of the counter with him in front of you. The drunker you got, the more comfortable you got with him. You spoke about your life in California, and learnt more about his. His parents weren’t in often, much the same as yours. He didn’t know what he wanted to do in college, but he was thinking of not going and signing up for the police force. You didn’t want to go to college either but instead move out of California and start new. He suggested moving to Hawkins jokingly, but from the time you’ve been here, it didn’t seem to bad. You even ended up asking him what he uses for his hair like you planned to.

“Hey, what do you use in your hair? It’s amazing.”

“Farrah Faw-” he stopped himself, looking at you quickly to see if you could work out the rest of his sentence. You looked at your hands, desperately trying not to laugh and not to show him you were on the brink of bursting out into laughter. “Yes! Alright! Farrah Fawcett spray! It’s holds the hair amazing.” 

“She does have great hair.” you said, trying to cover up your amusement. But when you made eye contact with him, and he was trying to cover a smile as well by trying to drink his drink, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You howled with laughter, leaning back on the counter and looking up to the ceiling. He couldn’t contain it either, laughing so hard that he ended up nearly spitting out his drink over you. Luckily he containted it, but his face as he desperately tried to swallow his drink made you laugh even more, nearly making you fall of the counter. He quickly held onto you before you could fall, helping you get back on. As the laughter settled, he moved closer to you, standing in between your legs as you sat relaxed on the counter.

You instantly got butterflies in your stomach, feeling like a little kid again. You had only just met this boy tonight, but you loved being with him. You loved how happy he made you, and how you instantly lost the intention of trying to be a ‘cool girl’ and just settled into your skin and was yourself. He felt the same, he hadn’t been this happy in a while. Neither of you had any intention of meeting someone tonight, but you did, and now you wouldn’t have imagined the night going any other way. As he got close to you, you instinctively put your hands around his neck.

 “You’re a nice boy.” You said with a smile, looking into them eyes.

 “Not too bad yourself, kid.” He muttered, slowly leaning in to you. You panicked inside, your heart beating through your body, making you feel how you felt when the music was loud and you partying. You found yourself leaning in as well, and then your lips found his and that was that. You had fallen for him, and he had fallen for you. It felt right. There’s not much more to it, just that it was right. 

It was a combination of passion, but romantic. Everybody wants to rule the world played in the background as he put a hand around on your waist, trying to pull you closer to him. You both needed that contact with each other, but if you didn’t get it, you wouldn’t mind, because you had this kiss. Your hands found themselves in his hair, worried he’d freak out about it, but he didn’t flinch at all and instead kissed you harder. You felt just like that couple earlier, and you regretted rolling your eyes at them, because you now realised how easy it is to be consumed by a person and need their warmth on you. You slowly pulled away from him, not wanting to but making yourself. 

“Shit, what’s the time.” You muttered, looking around for a clock.

“12:15.” He replied, looking down at his watch.

“Oh my god, I have to go.” You panicked, jumping off the counter using his shoulders as support. You finished the rest of your drink and went to walk out of the kitchen. He grabbed you and pulled you into him, kissing you one last time. 

“What are you, Cinderella or something?” He smirked.

 “What and you’re Prince Charming?” You pulled away from him and walked out of the room, entering the main room and pushing your way through the bodies again. 

 “Hey! Cinderella!” He shouted across the crowd. You spun round. “I never got your name.”

“Well, I’ll have to stay as Sandy for now.” You shouted back, giving a small wave. You entered through to the garden and told Billy you both had to go. You knew his dad would go apeshit if he wasn’t home on time, so you pulled him away from the girl he was trying to get with and drove him together. 

“Successful night?” He questioned, looking over at your smile as you drove. It had been ten minutes since you left him, and you couldn’t stop thinking about it. The kiss, the contact, the warmth - him.

 “Maybe so, Hargrove.”

 “No, it would have been successful if it was with me. You had an average night with whatever dipshit you got with.” He argued back playfully, but he meant it you could tell. Normally you would tease around with him and then tell him it was never going to happen, but tonight you just smiled over at him - too happily content.

 The next morning you and Billy decided to go for a hungover breakfast together, so you drove to a cheap diner that was open that early and parked the car up. He lit a cigarette as you both got out the car and walked up to the door, him going on about how much he apparently knew you wanted to get with him, obviously pushing his luck. 

 “Whatever, Billy. Sure, I’m just desperate for you.” You laughed, opening the door to the diner. However just as you were entering, a familiar face was leaving.  

“Oh my god.” He muttered, a wave of shock covered his face. “Sandy? From the party?” He laughed, throwing his hands up in the air. Of all the diners in Indiana, you both found yourselves here at the same time. However then he noticed Billy standing behind you, looking at him with glaring eyes.

“Hargrove?”

“Harrington.” 

“What the absolute fuck is going on.” You asked, just as confused and shocked as this ‘harrington’ boy was ten seconds ago. You looked at Billy, then at the boy, then back at Billy. 

“You’re with Hargrove?” He asked, pointing at him. 

“You got something going on with Harrington?” Billy questioned, staring at you dead in the eyes, suddenly realising that there was a chemistry between you two. 

“You two know each other?” You laughed out of shock. “Oh my god, we should get breakfast together!” You almost shouted with excitement. 

Silence. Dead silence. 

“Nah.” Both boys said at the same time. Billy walked forward to go get a table for the two of you, and the Harrington boy walked out. Fuck. 

“Wait!” You chased him out of the diner. You grabbed his shoulder and he turned around, still confused. 

 “You’re with Hargrove? And you kissed me? Cinderella with Hargrove?” He looked…genuinely hurt? You saw the sadness in his eyes as he pushed his hands through his hair. You let out a smile laugh and shook your head. 

“No! He’s the friend! From California! I’m visiting him!” Steve let out a loud sigh, then started to laugh slightly. 

“Shit I’ve just made myself look like a dick.” He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Is there anything between the two of you?” 

“Not at all. He tries bu-“. He interrupted you by pulling you in for a kiss, slow and deep. His hands ran through your hair and your arms rested around his torso. You stood on the tips of your toes to level yourself to his height just to get closer to him. 

“Sorry I had to ask. He frequently beats the shit out of me and I didn’t wanna kiss his girl.” The boy chuckled, and then suddenly stopped. “Not that I-I’m scared of him or anything. I beat the shit out of him too sometimes I ju-“ 

“Shhh…Harrington.” You smirked, putting a finger to his mouth, smiling at him trying to defend himself and impress you. 

“It’s Steve, by the way.” He smiled. 

“Steve.” You contemplated his name, smiling. Your dream boy now had a name - Steve Harrington. 

“Well, Steve Harrington. I’ll speak to billy about this later, but how about you come get me later.” You smirked. He returned one, and pulled you in tight. 

“Dinner, 7?”

“Sounds good.” You pulled away from the hug and walked up to the diner again, leaving the boy standing confused. 

“I still don’t know your name! Hey!”

“You’ll have to find out tonight!” You shouted back, opening the diner door and stepping inside. 

“Alright, alright, Sandy.” He muttered with a genuine smile, the first he had in a while.