#but this feels like a step in the rught direction for how i want my life to go
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I start my new job tomorrow!! I've spent most of my working life in food service, which I honestly don't mind, but I've been wanting to do something more, and I'm now Marketing at an art center!! I get to be creative, I get a set schedule, I get better pay and hopefully more respect. Most recently I worked at McDonald's, so this is a big change!! But omg I'm so excited
#the only downside is having to wake up at 6am#thats gonna be rough#but its four days a week. set hours for rhe most part#a dollar than mcdonalds more with raises twice a year#i get to run social media and design posters and being posters to businesses#food service is a good job and its a job I wouldnt mind having forever#but this feels like a step in the rught direction for how i want my life to go#im sure i wont be as delighted tomorrow when im waking up at 6am. but for now im feeling great!!
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𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 ♡
a lil explanation: your power is manipulating other’s mood –you can make them feel pain, or you can take the pain, you can make them happy or sad, disgusted or melancholic, if you touch them, you know their mood and the cause of it, and if they too weak, well, you can kill them.
(but you don’t like to kill people, yes? please say no please please-)
you got to hawkins at the age of 15, you escaped the lab at the age 13 -simply giving yourself the name y/n.
at first you were filled with fear and pain, and no one understood you, you were the “alien of the charity”, but survived in thousands of orphanages, fighting the skanks and the mean girls –and now, you are here, 17 years, waiting to get graduated and go for your own business from this dump.
but then, you met with nancy and jonathan accidentally in the library, you searched a quiet place to study for your exams, you spent the time mostly with drawing in your notes, coloring the edges of the paper-sheets.
nancy stomped into you, saying a quick sorry, books falling from her arms –you bent down to collide it, touching her skin, feeling the concern and fear immediately,
“can i help?” you ask in no time, seeing a shadow of a demogorgon in her mind
at first they stutter, but then jonathan nod.
steve at first found you interesting, and absolutely beautiful –like ‘woah, is she an angel or something?’
but when you help will to calm down, using your force, or manipulating billy to leave you alone, his jaw hungs open.
“y/n, you- what?? you just stared at him, and billy just winced, but- HOW? oh, no, y/n, your nose... your nose is bleeding, need any help?”
later on that day, you two talk about everything –mostly your power, but you tell him about the escape, or the years when you tried to survive. steve really admires your persistence and fortitude.
playing with you a little game at first, he stretched out his arm towards you, looking at you with glimmering eyes. “can you just find out that easily what i feel?” and touching his bare skin, you feel everything.
once he got home from scoops ahoy!, he was extra grumpy, not wanting to talk about his day. you sat down on the staircase beside him, and then, out of nothing, steve hugged you. at first you’re insecure, hesitate to touch him, but the cosiness of his sweater reassured you, that you were rught when you accepted that kind of pda.
you accidentally tapped his bare skin on his neck, and then, you saw the coruscating picture of the mean, silly girls, and the cold, somber face of his boss.
“you want to talk about your boss? or the girls?” you demanded, and he was amused again, furrowing his eyebrows for a moment.
“how did you- oh, yeah, your power. well, if really want to, i can tell you what kind of gossips are coming around.” you nod, leaning on your elbows back on the steps, enjoying his reviewal about the whole set of starcourt.
sharing time together, you sleep at his place –he don’t want you to live one more day in those stinky orphanages.
sometimes you have very very bad dreams about the demogorgon, or just your past, you wake up in hot or cold sweat, snatching your head into every direction, afraid to see a demodog,
you go down to the kitchen, filling up a glass with fresh water.
from the silence, you hear footsteps way down the stairs –luckily, it’s just steve. you never felt easier before, the anxiety lowers in your lungs and your stomach.
“sorry, did i wake you, or...?” you mutter, taking deep breaths, but trying to look like you’re okay in front of him in one time. he runs his fingers through his rich, soft hair, quite messy from the tossing and turning in the bad –just like yours, you think. but on him, that’s adorable.
“no. but... you seem very tired, is everything okay?” you try to smile, but the corner of your lips don’t want to curl up. “yeah, everything is fine, it’s just a dream, you know.” “you want to talk about it?” “no, no. it’s fine, really.”
steve nods his head, but to reassure you, he places his hand on your back “you know, i don’t have powers like you, but i can feel that you’re a little bit confused. and if you have problems with sleep or nightmares, we can talk about it, if you want, of course, or... you can sleep with me, your choice, really. yeah... good night, y/n.”
you nod your head as steve leaves you, thinking. little did you know, that he dreamt about you, your soft skin, when you touched him, it was so special. like fire and ice at one time, a little softness from heaven, everything was so mystical and warm about you.
in two day, you stumble into steve’s room, sitting down on the edge of his bed. suddenly, he withdraws in his horizontal statement, nodding for you to join. “don’t be shy, y/n, it’s just me.”
for a couple of days, you and steve sleep together, but don’t talk about it –until when billy beats him, you help him to patch up.
“should i use my power? i can less your pain, i swear” you hold his shoulder, holding a bloody wipe, but in the moment when you touch his neck to free him from his aches, steve instantaneously grabs your arms; a little blood smears on your wrist.
“no, please, no...” he’s so weak, between wake and black-out, lips parting a little bit. “at least i can feel you... that’s all that matters.”
for a moment, everybody gets silence, waiting for your reaction, and shooking on steve’s words –of course he told to the kids before that he utterly adores and admires you, but they tought that he never gonna have the courage to tell to you; was it his mental statement, or did he think it seriously?
you (of course) frowned, but tried to take it naturally, in case of not to hurt him. “okay, then just breath, okay? i’m right beside you, you’re alright.”
mike and dustin helps you to carry him home, leaving him on the couch, muttering you a quiet ‘good night’. grabbing a little ice, you begin to ease the swells around his mouth during his sleep. he’s so handsome, you think, running your fingers through his. you feel the pressure and the tension in his body, pictures about billy pops up in the mind he shares with you now.
“is this just a dream, or are you really holding my hand?” his whisper at before barely audible, you blink up to see his face.
“i’m afraid that’s real. everything’s good?” smiling up at him, he closes his eye, the silence blanketing the two of you. a good, tender kind of silence. feeling his heart beating faster, you want to ask, but he’s quicker than you.
“kiss me, y/n. just once. but you don’t need to do it, if you don’t want to, i’m just so obsessed with your caring soul, and yeah, you’re scary sometimes when you crawling between my thoughts, but you would never hurt me. and yeah, i’m not that type of guy who you look up at and want to be his forever, but if you want to, i will try–”
he can’t end his monologue because of your lips on his. but now, in this perfection with you, in his safe place with you, he doesn’t even want to. breaking your first, breathtaking kiss? never ever, girl.
when the two of you come down from that lovely high, steve holds you down to his chest, running his fingers through your silky hair –you close your eyes; your heartbeat matches his.
“is it better now?” you kiss his hand, he responds with a chuckle to you.
“better? babe, with you, it’s the best time of my life.”
𝙞 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩, 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 <3
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