#classes start on monday she doesn't answer emails on the weekends Just Fucking Let Me Go Alright

[skrunksthatwunk]

i don't think i have wanted to cuss someone out more than my advisor what is wrong with her (<- it's not her fault but like. a very important very painful 7% of it is her fault)

[sydneekomspacekru]

Perfect ~ Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Inspiration: This was requested and I'm literally so excited because I had to start my account completely over because I didn't have the same email as when I first created my old account! Summary: When people at Hawkins High School start questioning why Steve Harrington is dating Y/n L/n, her normal insecurities become big problems. Warnings: Bullying, insecurities, H*rgrove, fluffy Steve, I think that's it. Requested: Yes! Let me know if you want something edited or changed (for example if you want it to be gender neutral, I can make it gender neutral. Or if you want a Male!Reader) just let me know! A/n: I'm so excited to write this! Send in any requests' you have babes.

You knew that they talked about you. You just thought it was because they didn't expect Steve to be interested in you. You didn't actually think that people said bad things about you. You knew it sounded naive, but you had always been a nice person, you were optimistic. Sometimes that works against you.

"She isn't even pretty though." "I know. Why is he with her of all people?" "Steve deserves someone on his level. Not some loser who couldn't even work at a shortstaffed Hooter's." You were right behind them, the two girls who were talking about you. You were trying not to cry. You knew if you did then you would just be putting more stuff against you.

You murmured an "Excuse me," as you pushed past them. Thank God it was your last class of the day. But now it seemed that that was all you heard on your way to your locker.

"She's so ugly."

"She doesn't deserve him."

"Fucking bitch."

"Seriously, she should just leave."

"What a prude."

"He should leave her for me instead."

You could feel their stares. It was like everyone had collectively decided this was the day to talk shit about you. You could hear their laughing, and even if the conversation wasn't about you, you couldn't help but feel self-conscious. You were putting your things in your locker when Steve came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Hello, beautiful. How was your day today?" He talked in a low voice in your ear, only you could hear him. He kissed your cheek and leaned up against the locker next to yours, one hand still on your waist. You gave him a small, timid smile.

"It was fine, I guess." You shrugged, closing your locker and crossing your arms across your stomach.

"What's the matter, Y/n?" He asked, standing up straight now. He could always tell when something was wrong with you. He pushed a piece of your hair out of your face.

You leaned into his hand out of habit, and then caught yourself, clearing your throat. "I'm just tired, it's been a long day." You felt sick to your stomach. Like you might vomit, but it was only because you found yourself starting to believe the things that the people in the hallways were saying today.

"Do you want me to come over, lay down with you?" You shook your head no, you felt horrible. He knew something was up, you usually had him over every night you could, to keep the nightmares away, especially after the demogorgon. But he deserved better than you, didn't he?

--

This continued until the next Monday. All weekend, you dodged everyone's phone calls. When your mom answered, you had her say you were sleeping, or at the library. But whatever the excuse, you were never available.

Steve was starting to get worried. About you, about your relationship. He thought you wanted to let him down easy, by slowly distancing yourself. Maybe you wanted to end the relationship, but you didn't want to tell him. He had planned on asking you why you were ignoring him, denying his offers to come and sleep at your house, being too busy for date plans, etc. At the end of the day and it was finally here. But he paused in the hallway as Billy Hargrove stood in his spot at your locker.

"Leave me alone, Billy." You told him, your stomach twisted. You desperately wanted Steve to come over there and make him leave you alone, but you also hoped he wouldn't. That he would finally take the hint and break it off with you. It's not like you wanted to break up with him, no, you Lov-. Did I seriously just think that?

You didn't even know when you started loving Steve Harrington. Neither of you had said it yet, you wanted to take it slow. But somehow you had fallen in love while your eyes were closed. Maybe while he held you one night, keeping the night mares away. It might have been when you had a midnight picnic under the stars. Who knew? Maybe you loved him all along. But he deserved better than you.

"Why not, don't you want to prove everyone wrong? Prove you aren't a prude?" His smile disgusted you, and you smacked his hand away from your face as he tried to tug on your hair.

"Hey!" You heard Steve yell, and he jogged toward you. "Leave her alone, Billy." He snapped at him when he got to the both of you. He came up to your and kissed your temple, putting his arm across your back, hand resting on your waist. You leaned into him, thankful he was there.

"Why should I, Harrington?" He sneered, "Your girl is a bitch, and you know it." He chuckled darkly.

"No." Was all Steve said, and shoved Billy, making him fall on the lockers. The sound of metal clanging was enough to catch the attention of everyone in the hallway. Billy stood up straight, and almost hit Steve, but a teacher came and stopped the two.

"Stop it, both of you. I'm going to write this one off as an accident, because if the two of you get in one more fight I'll be forced to expell both of you. We wouldn't want that now would we, Mr. Hargrove?" Mr. Sanders looked pointedly at the two boys, and then saw you. "Ms. L/n, I don’t want to include you in this, mess up your record. Were you involved?"

"No, she wasn't," Steve answered for you, his voice softened as he grabbed your hand in his. "It was all me, Mr. Sanders." Mr. Sanders nodded, and walked off.

Steve waited until he was out of ear shot, and then turned to Billy. "If you ever say anything like that again, Hargrove, I swear that I will hurt you more than anyone has before." His voice was low, and to be honest it kind of scared you. How calm he was when he said something so threatening. But his hand was soft in yours the entire time, a comforting touch.

He turned back to you and ignored whatever Billy said. "I'll drive you home, okay? We have to talk." You nodded, and you found yourself scared that you had accomplished what you were trying to do for the last week. No matter how much he deserved someone better than you, you wouldn't get anyone better than him. Because for you, there wasn't any better than him.

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Your parents were away, as they were most of the time. But they were trusting of you, and of Steve. So they allowed you two to be alone at the house.

You walked into the house in silence. And up to your room the same way. It was awkward, the most awkward your relationship had ever felt. Not even in the beginning, it felt natural with him. It was easy. But this was hard, and it was awkward.

Steve sat across from you on your bed.

"Thank you for doing that." You whispered, your voice cracked. Which only set off the hot, silent tears that trickled down your face. You played with the seam of your shirt, not knowing what else to do.

"Of course, Y/n/n." He said, he cupped your face in his hand, making you look up at him. "What's wrong, Y/n? You've been ignoring me, and Robin, and the kids. Do you want to break up? Do you not want to be with me anymore?" He was concerned, to say the least. You felt horrible, you probably caused him so much anxiety.

"I-... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. It's just. . ." You trailed off. You weren't sure you wanted to tell him yet.

"What is it? You can tell me anything." He grabbed your hands, rubbing circles on the tops of yours.

"You deserve someone better than me. Someone better than the below average looking prude that I am." He stopped doing everything completely.

"What?"

"You deserve someone more, Steve. You deserve someone that makes you happy." You sniffed, wiping your eyes, not putting your hands back in his on purpose.

"Y/n," he crawled up in front of you, just inches from your face, and pulled you into him. You kept your hands in your lap, despite wanting to grab onto his shirt and never let go. You wanted to squeeze him and sob and say you were sorry and beg him to stay with you forever. But you didn’t, you just cried silently, hands in your lap. "You are the most perfect woman ever. You are beautiful, and smart, and I am a better person with you. You make me so happy. I couldn't imagine my life had you not come into it. I- I love you Y/n." He whispered this all in your ear, which made it all the more intimate.

He pulled away from you, wiping the tears from your face. "I love you, Y/n L/n, so much more than I would have ever thought."

You pulled him to you, pressing your lips against his. You'd kissed him before, but this was different. It was desperate. You needed each other. You didn't want to let each other go. Your hands found his hair, and one of his was on your waist, the other cupping your cheek. Your lips moved in sync, you sighed into his mouth, before moving back.

"I love you too, Steve Harrington." You pulled him down onto the bed with you, laying next to each other, legs intertwined. Your hands were on his chest, laying down on one of his arms, the other was laying over your waist.

You made each other happy. You deserved each other. You loved each other.

"And you don't have to sleep with me to prove it." He poked your stomach, making you giggle. This lead to absolute chaos, and your parents coming home to hear the both of you screaming with laughter. You were perfect. He had said so.