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idumpyourgrass · 2 years ago

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Just Go With It- Chapter one (REWRITTEN)

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Pairing: (Eventually) Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: Y/n gets invited to her ex’s destination wedding, Steve has a plan

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2.2k

A/n: Yay!! Here you go, the first chapter! I am determined to finish this! All the inspiration came from Just Go With It. I am planning on writing the first chapter for my other fic Always Waiting so lmk if you want to be added to the taglist for either one! Enjoy!

The bell rings above you as you enter the sheriff station. A chorus of good mornings are thrown your way as you walk to your desk. You toss your bag on the desk and walk into the break room, carrying a box of doughnuts with you.

“Morning boys! Help yourself to a doughnut,” You place the box on a table.

“Oh Y/n, you are too good to us.”

You smile at Officer Meyer and take a glance around the room, noticing who’s missing.

“Yeah only next time can you request more sprinkles?” Officer Rogers picks up a doughnut, examining the sprinkles to frosting ratio. Officer Meyerl rolls his eyes, turning back to you. He allows you to finish scanning the room before telling you “He’s not here yet.”

“He is the chief. He at least can try to be on time.” As if on cue, the phone rings up front.

“I bet you ten bucks that he locked the keys in his car,” Roger nudges Meyer. You shake your head as you make your way to the phone.

“I bet he forgot his hat,” you tell them, picking up the phone. “Hawkins police station. Y/n speaking, how may I help you?”

“Y/n! Y/n! I forgot my hat! I was almost there and then I had to turn around,” you prop your feet up on the desk, “and drive all the way back home and grab it, but I’m, I’m out the door on my way!” You look up at Powell and Callahan, smirking at them.

“Harrington, if you were on your way you wouldn’t be on the phone right now,” you twirl the phone cord around your finger.

“Okay, okay, I’m on my way!”

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The police station was always quiet this time of year, with summer right around the corner no one wanted to get into any legal trouble. This time of year was for catching up on paperwork, random office parties, painting your nails, rest. This time of year was for rest.

You sit at your desk, filing your nails while flipping through a fashion magazine, pausing to circle clothes you want. The slam of a car door draws your attention. Steve Harrington rushes to the door, tripping on the curb along the way. He yanks the door open, rushing in.

“Y/n, I swear,” he pleads as he makes his way to your desk. “I was just up the street, just about to pull into a parking spot actually,” you grab a folder, stand up, and male your way back to Steve’s desk. Steve follows close behind. “And then I reached over to the passenger seat to grab my hat only to realize, I forgot my hat!”

You throw the folder down on the desk and go over to the coffee pot, pouring a cup while Steve goes on, “So I had to drive all the way home to grab my hat and then of course I had to call you to let you know.”

“But you’re hear now,” you pass him a cup of coffee.

“I’m here now,” Steve grins at you. He plops down at his desk and grabs the folder, “so what’s the damage?”

“Alright well so far it’s been extremely busy, so many people breaking the rules today!”

Steve gives you a knowing look and starts flipping through the file.

“I just need you to fill out some paperwork and sign some forms, they’re all in that folder.”

Steve lets out a scoff and raises his eyebrows, dropping the folder back on the desk, “That’s it? This won’t even take me 10 minutes!”

You shrug and walk out of the room.

Of course, you knew Steve growing up, though you two never did run in the same social circles. You always got along fine; saying hi to each other in the halls, casual conversations whenever you two ran into each other, and although you would deny it now, you two did go on a couple dates including senior prom, but you two never became more than friends.

You weren’t sure what happened to him after high school and you must admit, you did think about him every now and then, of course not in a longing, what could’ve been kind of way but in a hm, wonder what he’s been up to kind of way. You were sure you would never see him again. That was until your happy ending got ruined.

Moving back to Hawkins, you were more than prepared to run into people you used to know but ruining into Steve Harrington at the grocery store on your second day back was not what you were prepared for. You both felt a little silly standing around catching up in the grocery store and that’s how you ended up having drinks with Steve Harrington in the local tavern. He was ecstatic that you were looking for a job, he offered you the job right there and then.

Three years later and you can’t believe how grateful you are for that moment. You would never admit this out loud to anyone, EVER, especially Steve, but you had developed a soft spot for Hawkins and everything it had to offer, including Steve.

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“What is this, a zoo? Get your feet off my desk please,” You wave off Steve’s feet. Steve obeys and plops his feet on the ground.

“Oh, you’ll get a kick out of this,” Steve scoots his chair closer, “I was with Dustin-“

“Henderson? Dustin Henderson?”

“Yes, the one and only. Anyways-“

“How old is that kid now? Huh, guess he’s not a kid anymore, you know I used to babysit him,” you propped your elbow up on the desk, leaning your head against your hand.

“Let me finish,” you motion for Steve to continue, “thank you. He told me that Tommy and Carol are engaged.”

Your jaw dropped, Steve nodded, “how long do you think it’ll last?”

You thought about it for a second, tapping your finger to your lips, “hmmmm, I bet they won’t even get the wedding planned.”

Steve smirks, “I hope it’s a messy break up.”

“You know, if they break up, there’s not much hope for the rest of us.”

“Y/n, c’mon, Tommy and Carol cannot be your relationship inspiration,” Steve gives you an exasperated look, “maybe you should try going on a date.” Steve glances down at his watch, causing you to glance at your own. Five O’clock on the dot.

“No, oh no,” you shook your head, standing up, “we are not starting this conversation again,” you start gathering up the papers spread out on your desk.

“I’m just saying maybe it’s time you get back out there,” Steve helped you gather the rest of the papers, passing them to you with a smile. You send Steve a glare and take the papers, straightening them out before you put them into a folder.

“There are so many reasons why I don’t want to,” you shove your magazines into your bag, “excuse me,” you push past Steve to go back to the break room, “what an exciting day it was huh?” this earned you groans, and glares shot your way, “Yeah, yeah, see you boys tomorrow!’ You wave goodbye to everyone and head back up to the front. Steve still standing in the same spot, your bag in his hand.

He passes you your bag and tips his sheriff’s hat, “it’s been a pleasure L/n.”

“I look forward to doing the same thing tomorrow, Harrington,” you smile, reaching for the door handle, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Steve,” you throw him one last wave, “On time.”

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You grab the mail on the way in. “Bill, junk, junk, junk, bill,” you flip through the envelopes, stopping on the one at the bottom of the pile. Your name and address were written in beautiful penmanship with a return address you didn’t recognize. You trace your finger over the writing before placing it on the counter.

You open the pantry and grab a box of mac and cheese. While waiting for the water in the pot to boil you kept sneaking glances at the envelope that laid on the counter. Your mind was going through all the possibilities of what it could be.

“Jesus Christ, just open it,” you mumble to yourself.

You grab the envelope and carefully tear it open, pulling out what was inside.

“Y/n L/n (plus one), You are formally invited to help celebrate Ryan Milar and Franny Kowski as they exchange rings on the beautiful beach of Maui!”

“Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me.” Without thinking you get up and throw the invite away.

You were never one for relationships. You thought true love didn’t exist and that soulmates weren’t real. Well, Ryan Milar waltzed right into your life and changed your perspective. You were in love and young and stupid. You and Ryan got engaged. You were going to have a happy ending!

Then you started getting suspicious, he started coming home late, canceling plans, making excuses, distancing. Then you saw it, a lipstick stain on the collar of his shirt. You put it off, not wanting to accept it, hoping it was all somehow a misunderstanding. That’s when you saw them. Your fiancé and your best friend, not just them kissing or holding hands. You saw them on your bed, the bed that you shared, with your soon to be husband. You left as soon as you saw.

Of course, he was throwing excuses at you left and right, every chance he got, and unfortunately you believed him when he said never again, and you believed her when she said it was a complete mistake.

You were willing to forgive and forget. After all, you were in love. You didn’t want to deprive yourself of happiness. So, you pretended as though it never happened. You and Ryan were together for two more very uncomfortable months, pretending like everything was fine when it wasn’t. Ryan got sloppy trying to hide Franny, eventually getting tired and breaking it off with you.

And now that fucker is inviting you to their wedding.

Why would he do this? Why did he invite you? Did he just want you to feel like a sad, lonely, loser? Ryan and Franny were getting married in Hawaii and you moved back to good old Hawkins, Indiana, alone. What a joke!

You scoop up some mac and cheese in a bowl, pour yourself a big glass of wine, and sit down at the table. You keep sneaking looks over at the trash can. Slamming your hands on the table you stand up and walk over to the trash can, pulling it out of the trash. You shove the invite into your purse and march over to the phone. You punch in the number and hold the phone up to your ear, waiting for someone to answer.

“Hello?”

“Are you busy? Tonight? Like right now?”

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“Ok,” you took a big swig of beer, “pro- if I go, Ryan might see me and realize I’ve been the one all along.”

Steve rolls his eyes, scoffing, “I just can’t believe he invited you. What a piece of shit.”

You hum, “I guess I have always secretly wanted to see him again, maybe this is fate giving us a second chance.”

“He better hope he never sees me, I’ll kick his ass.”

You grin at Steve, “do you want to see the invitation?” You grab your purse and start rummaging.

“You brought the invite with you?”

“Ah ha! Here it is!” You drop it on the table.

“Woah, look at those pictures,” Steve picks up the invitation to examine it, “Do you think they actually took this picture in Hawaii or do you think it’s like a greenscreen?”

You grab the invite out of his hands to take a look. Something catches your eye, “Look, I can’t go anyway.”

“Why not?” Steve furrows his brows

“I got a plus one, I don’t have anyone to take!”

“The plus one isn’t a requirement, you know,” Steve tells you.

“I can’t show up to my ex-boyfriend’s wedding alone!” You argue.

“Hm…,” Steve turns towards you, a smile stretches across his face.

“What?”

“Hey, could we get two tequila shots please?” The bartender nods.

“Oh no, Harrington,” you beg, “tequila and I do not get along well at all.”

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The lights in police station were extremely bright and the phone seemed to ring 10 times louder than normal. You had a pounding headache. Oh, face it, you were hungover.

You hear the bell above the door ring, you glance up and see Steve walking in. He rushes over to your desk. “Y/n! I have the best plan!” You look up at him, “I will be your plus one!”

Your jaw nearly drops to the floor, “No, no way,” you get up and walk over to the coffee machine to pour Steve his coffee.

Steve follows closely behind you, “Why not? It’s the perfect plan!”

“What’s in it for you?” You cross your arms and narrow your eyes.

“I’ve always wanted to go to Hawaii!”

You think for a second. What could possibly be the worst outcome? It would be nice to have him there with you.

“Y/n think of how much fun we’ll have! We can go snorkeling!”

You give it one last thought.

“Ok, fine.”

You and Steve were going to Hawaii.

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