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fictionalwh0ree · 9 months ago

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saw your post, is this an ok request..?

Dean W. x reader she fell first but he fell harder? where she kicks his ass in a game of pool, and she doesnt give her number, for one of the first times he gives her HIS #. sam makes a comment but dean threatens him or something.

one game- dean winchester

summary: when one of your regulars dies mysteriously, two boys come in and help solve his case, but not without a beer at your bar every evening. when the case is finally solved, one of the boys challenges you to a game of pool in exchange for a drink.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: none

owning a bar in a small town was pretty uneventful. you enjoyed your job, enjoyed how you were a part of your community. most evenings you’d watch the same regulars come and go, some who came from work, some who were just out with friends. you’d grown up there and had taken over your fathers place when he passed, meaning you were very well acquainted with everyone. besides a couple passer byers that brought something different into town, every day was very similar. you enjoyed the routine, thinking your life would be that way forever.

until one of your very loyal regulars, gary, mysteriously dies. the county police refused to disclose his cause of death. you thought it was ridiculous, i mean, the guy had known you since you were five. he was your family and you his. you were angered by it and figured it must’ve been something brutal if they didn’t want to share it with you.

a couple days later, your suspicion was confirmed when two fbi agents came into town. one was tall, brunette and more reserved. the other was slightly shorter with green eyes and a huge ego. the two boys came in every night for four nights straight, and between their questions, the green eyed man, dean, would throw in a little flirty comment. the taller boy, sam, would turn his head away or roll his eyes every time, a very similar reaction to yours. you got hit on here and there, but usually it was by way older men. you had to admit, it being someone around your age was a nice change. you thought he was cute, but didn’t bother with anything, knowing they’d be out of town soon.

two other people had died in the period of time that sam and dean were there, but you could tell they were getting close. the sheriff had come in a night ago and had talked to you about how the two boys were helping get justice for the victims. he said he wouldn’t have been able to do it on his own, not a chance.

on the fourth night, the sheriff called. he let you know that the case had been solved and that everything had been handled. again, he kept all details confidential, but thought you would benefit from knowing that the townspeople were safe again. later that night, sam and dean walked in. dean had a fairly fresh gash on his cheekbone, but that didn’t take away from the air of accomplishment around them.

“the usual?” you said as they took their seats.

sam nodded and you poured two cold beers for them. you set them down in front with some peanuts.

“thanks sweetheart,” dean said, prompting a smile from you as you fought back a slight blush

“drinks are on the house for you guys tonight,” you said.

“what for?” sam said.

“sheriff told me what you did for him, for gary,” you replied, “thank you.”

“just doing our job,” sam replied with a smile.

you left them on their own for a little while until sam got up to use the washroom. dean called you over, an empty beer glass in front of him.

“refill?” you asked as you walked over.

“no. actually, i was wondering if i could interest you in a round of pool,” the boy said.

“i’m on the clock, dean,” you said as you leaned over the counter.

“come on, sweetheart,” he cooed, “i’ve seen you busting your ass back there four nights in a row.”

“that’s kind of what comes with owning a bar,” you said.

“you know what else comes with owning a bar?” he said with a smirk as you cocked your eyebrow up.

“doing what you want in it,” he finished, causing you to laugh out loud.

“and if i do that who’s gonna keep everyone’s drinks full?” you asked playfully.

“listen, if you’re not up to the challenge, just say so,” dean said jokingly.

you thought for a second before coming to a decision.

“fine,” you said, throwing your dish rag onto the counter.

“tommy, man the bar for ten minutes and i’ll give you a free beer,” you said to one of your regulars as you walked out from behind.

you met dean at one of the three pool tables.

“ten minutes huh?” dean said.

“that’s all the time i need to kick your ass,” you said as you grabbed the pool cues.

“don’t know about that one sweetheart,” dean laughed as he set up the pool balls.

you handed him a pool stick once everything was set up, but before it began, dean said something.

“if i win, you let me buy you a drink.”

you turned your head and bit your lip to hold back a smile.

“okay, and if i win, what do i get?” you asked.

“the best night of your life,” dean winked with a smile.

your cheeks were on fire and you turned away again with a laugh.

“how about you just pay for all your drinks instead?” you said.

“alright, deal,” he replied, reaching his hand out for you to shake.

you took it and shook it firmly before starting the match. it started off tight, but within five minutes you had three balls left, not including the eight ball. dean had five. you leaned over the pool table, looking up at dean with a smirk before hitting the ball. you got one in the hole and moved to the other side, leaning over again, this time with dean behind you. his eyes traced your figure and he couldn’t help but stare a little as you hit your shot, getting yet another ball in the hole. you hit your next shot from the same side of the table, but missed the hole. instead, you had it set up for a shot that would knock both your last ball and the eight ball in in one.

“your turn,” you said, turning around with an innocent smile.

dean snapped out of his daze and gave you a sheepish smile before continuing. dean hit one in and moved to the next. however, he missed his next shot by a centimetre before backing away from the table for you. you got in position and hit the white ball, your plan executed perfectly. first the red ball went in, then the eight ball. you jumped up and cheered, looking at dean with a large smile.

“how did you do that?” dean asked, astonished.

“this was my dads bar, dean, you know this. i’ve been playing pool since i was like six,” you said as you walked back to the bar.

he took his seat next to sam as you circled back around.

“listen, i know i lost or whatever, but i’d still like to buy you a drink,” dean said as you filled up his beer again.

“okay,” you agreed with a smile.

dean shot sam a look and he took the hint, saying he was gonna go talk to one of the people they had worked with on the case. as you went to make yourself a drink, sam stopped to say one last thing to dean.

“dude, she totally kicked your ass,” he laughed.

“shut up or i’m leaving you here,” dean said causing sam’s smile to widen.

you came back with a drink in hand and spent almost an hour talking to him, serving a bit in between, but found that you liked him a lot more than you thought you would.

when dean realized how late it was, he asked you for the bill. you handed it to him, the only thing listed being the drink he bought you. he looked at you questioningly.

“i thought-“ he started.

“screw the deal. you bought me a drink even though i absolutely destroyed you,” you joked, “plus, you guys deserve it. seriously.”

“thanks,” dean said as he handed you the money.

you took it to the register as dean wrote his number on the back of the bill.

“i only live a couple towns over, give me a call,” dean said with a wink as he walked out.

you folded up the paper and put it in your pocket as the boys left. once they were out, sam gave dean a look.

“dude, you gave her your number,” sam said in disbelief.

“i just need a rematch.”

#dean winchester x y/n #dean winchester x you #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester

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baronessblixen · 6 months ago

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In case your brain decides to cooperate. :DDD

*****

It had not been Scully's day.

There had been no new messages on her answering machine that morning, turning last night's worry into this morning's dread. Scutwork duty dragged. Lunch was as unappealing as the thought of going home only to sleep, wake up, and endure two more days until the weekend.

And still Mulder didn't call.

She'd known. Diana had startled them Monday, passing too close to their desks on her purposed walk to Kersh's office, X-Files folder in hand. Scully'd locked eyes with Mulder and watched him ping pong from her face to the clock for the next forty-five minutes until Diana emerged, victorious, from their superior's office.

It had been-- was-- a legitimate file. Too legitimate, too perfect. Perfectly selected, she suspected; as were Diana's perfectly legitimate reasons why Scully couldn't join the case. Fox, I just wrangled Kersh for almost an hour. He's mad as it is that I managed to grab one of you. If I'd bargained for two, neither of you would be able to go and the Kernwyckles would be robbed of proper justice. Would that be fair? Perfectly rational. Scully hadn't trusted her for a second but couldn't reasonably deny that the case needed her partner's expertise.

To his credit, Mulder had waited until Diana left before discreetly promising to keep her abreast of the details. She'd deflected; but he'd kept his word, checking in at the bullpen's lunchtime, checking in again right before she settled into bed. I'll be in and out, Scully, and back before you know it.

And he hadn't called since.

She knew how he was, of course; his stubborn ways and his single-mindedness when it came to solving a case were some of his most endearing traits. At least they were when she was around and knew what was happening.

It had been more than 12 hours since she’d last heard from him. That in itself wasn’t unusual; last night’s whispered promises that came with a hint of skepticism towards Diana’s motives, however, made Scully’s alarm bells go off.

Something, she figured, was wrong.

Asking Kersh for details about the case Diana had dangled in front of Mulder was fruitless. Was there anyone else Agent Fowley might have confided it? For the first time that day, Scully felt a sense of direction.

She couldn’t find Agent Spender anywhere and when she asked about him, she was told he had called in sick. That wasn’t like the young Agent at all. Scully’s stomach knotted more tightly. Her gut was screaming at her.

“Agent Scully?” Frohike’s voice was caught between a cough and disbelief when he picked up her call. “Did anything happen?”

“I was hoping you could tell me.” She quickly filled him in and listened as Byers and Langly joined the conversation. There was furious typing in the background and grumbling. She distinctly heard one of them mutter the word fuck, which clued her in that something was not right.

“Don’t tell Mulder,” Frohike said, “but we put trackers in his shoes after the Bermuda Triangle disaster.”

“You did what?” She shook her head; there was no time to be outraged. Not when Mulder’s life was possibly on the line.

“Not all of them,” Langly chimed in.

“He’s not moving,” Byers said in a somber voice. “According to the data he hasn’t moved for hours.”

“What does that mean?” Scully heard her voice wobble.

“It could mean any number of things,” Byers said, his voice gentle. “It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

“He was supposed to call me.” She sounded like a jilted wife but she couldn’t care for that either. Right from the moment Diana had shown up with the case, she had known something wasn’t right. It had been in the way she’d snaked around Mulder, luring him into her trap.

“Where is he?” Scully asked. The silence on the other end of the line was deafening. “I need to know where she took him.”

“She?”

“Diana Fowley.”

“What does she have to do with this?” Byers asked.

“She convinced Kersh to let Mulder help her out on a case. They left yesterday. He called last night and he-” Scully closed her eyes against threatening tears. She had known it. Last night, when Mulder called, and he’d joked, and he’d made promises, and her own voice hadn’t been as steady as it should have been, she had kept quiet. What could she have done? Ask him to abandon the case, ditch Diana and come back home? She��d had no right. She had no right to ask his friends to find out about his whereabouts either. But that wasn't stopping her.

“He promised to call me with more details. But he hasn’t called.”

“We’ll send you the coordinates,” Frohike said. “He’s in Raleigh, North Carolina. Do you need us to-”

“I need you on stand-by,” she said, her heart hammering in her chest. She wrote down the coordinates Byers gave her and stared at them. She folded the note and put it in her pocket. No one here at the Hoover building bat an eye when she left early.

She had to go save her partner.

#thank you for sending me the beginning!#i tried i really did #this is all that came out of me :/#xf fanfic

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hornyhornyhimbos · 2 years ago

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save a horse ride a cowboy was amazing oh my god i've reread it like 3 times the smut was perfection 😫 please tell me that the reader stayed with cowboy!steve they're so cute together

hehehe i gotchu girly

"A Lucky Shot" ~ S. Harrington

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Summary: The aftermath of falling in love with a certain bull rider in a certain bar in a certain city in Indiana.

Pairing: Bull Rider!Steve Harrington x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 3,990

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) protected piv sex, cowgirl activities, oral m!receiving, boot humping 🤭 oral f!receiving for like a split second, tiny mentions of food and alcohol, nicknames (sweetheart, princess, cowgirl; cowboy, daddy if you squint), blasphemy if you squint, explicit language, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: the Eddie, Tommy, and Byers' cameos have me crying 😭🤚🏻

Based On: the first part of this, which you can find here!

Originally Written: 03/16/2023 through 03/18/2023

Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold (thank u for putting up with me LMFAO)

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Your legs carried you as fast as they could to the locker room. A mix of adrenaline and sweat was pumping through your veins. You didn't know much about bull riding, but you did know that a 90 was good. Really good.

The locker room was surprisingly empty when you ducked in. You figured the room would be filled with big, sweaty bull riders, but instead, you only found one—Steve. Just to make sure there was no one else around, you let your eyes dart through the room before sprinting toward him and jumping up into his broad arms.

"Jeez!" he shouted, though his hands were quick to meet your butt. Your lips met his, showering him with a thousand loving kisses.

"Mmm," he chuckled into your lips. He pulled away and met your pride-filled eyes. "What are you doing?"

Your lips traveled down to his neck, suckling on the spot you knew was most sensitive. "I'm initiating celebratory sex," you said straightforwardly.

His chest rumbled out a low laugh as he helped you back onto the floor. "Not in here, you're not."

"But-"

"No buts," he argued, his palms settling on your hips. "This is a public locker room."

"Exactly! Which means it's open to the public. I am a part of the public. Therefore, I can do whatever I want in here."

He shook his head in disbelief before leaving a kiss on your hair. "It also means it's open to other people of the public. Anyone could walk in at any time. I want my eyes and my eyes only to see what you have to offer."

You pouted, and he kissed it away just like he always did. One of his hands traveled up your hip, toward your ass, slipping inside your back pocket. "Plus, some of the other riders will probably be done with interviews soon. Not to mention, I need a shower real bad."

A cheeky gleam appeared in your eye. "Can I at least help you with that part?"

A light huff escaped his nose. "Go," he insisted, giving your butt a light tap. "I need you be there if they call my number while I'm gone. Go wait for me in the stadium."

You gave him a scowl, but pulled away toward the door. "You're cruel, Steve Harrington. Just cruel."

"Love you too."

You rolled your eyes before heading back in for a tight hug. "You did really good today. I want you to know I'm proud of you."

His hands rested on your face as he pulled you in for a soft kiss. "Thank you, sweetheart. I love you."

You pulled the cowboy hat off his head, setting it on your own. "Love you too, cowboy."

You sprinted toward the door as he hollered after you, "Hey, you better take care of my hat!"

The next forty-five minutes were absolute torture. Sure, you had Steve at your side after the first twenty, but it was killing you that the judges hadn't announced the winners yet. Steve urged you not to fret, telling you that whatever happens will happen, but you couldn't stop wondering if Steve had won first place.

Steve's hand rested on the small of your back, his lips pressed against the top of your head. "It's OK, really," he urged.

"It is not!" you argued, your leg bouncing nervously against the concrete floor. "What if you didn't score high enough?"

He chuckled, pulling you in close. "Since when did you care so much about bull riding?"

"Since I met you," you rebutted. "And since the grand prize is $25,000. Think about what you could do with-"

Feedback sounded over the stadium's loudspeaker, breaking you from your previous conversation. Your eyes went wide with wonder as a man's voice broke through the feedback.

"In third place, with 89.75, we have Eddie 'The Freak' Munson riding Radagast," he announced. The stadium was overcome with thousands of screaming fans, and your heart vibrated in your body from the noise. Eddie Munson was a crowd favorite for many reasons. He was never too busy to talk to his fans, he was probably the nicest rider aside from Steve, and his whole image was dedicated to being yourself. From the bright yellow Stetson he wore, to the flame red cowboy boots on his feet, even his costume was about being different.

Your hands flew to your mouth in surprise. "Babe, you beat Munson!" you exclaimed. Your feet kicked and bounced like a teenage girl who'd just been asked to prom. "That's huge!"

He let out an amused huff, kissing your head. "We don't know that. They suspected I would get a 90. Hasn't been confirmed yet."

You shrugged before turning your attention back to the announcer. "Don't ruin my hopes and dreams. You've still got a shot at winning this thing."

"In second place, with 91.5, we've got Tumbling Tommy Hagan riding Monster," he said, and once again, the arena rattled with screams. Hagan had a lot of fans too, but nowhere near as many as Munson. If there was one thing to know about Hagan in the arena, it was that he was the most competitive rider in the league by far, and his fans were nearly as competitive as he was.

Your heart thrummed inside you and your ears rang like they never had before. He just has to win. He's gotta.

The presenter's voice filled the speakers one last time, and you felt your fingertips go numb as you waited to hear the winner. "And, at an even 92, with the highest score we've seen all season, for a grand prize of $25,000 and a draft into the PBR if he accepts…" his voice drifted in suspense.

"Oh, fuck this guy!" you shouted in frustration.

"Baby," Steve whispered into your ear, leaving a loving kiss there. "It's OK." However, you knew by the way his eyes were darting around that he was just as nervous as you were. He never would've admitted it though.

You swore you heard the fans screaming before the man ever announced the winner. It felt a bit like slow motion as you jumped up from your chair and screamed along with them. The announcer's voice echoed, "Riding Sundae, Steve 'The Hawk' Harrington!"

Your lips met Steve's for a long, passionate kiss. He smelled like fresh linen and men's deodorant, tasted like the lemonade he'd been sipping on, and still felt just like the Steve you'd fallen in love with the year prior. His preparation for this tournament had been hard, but it was that moment when you'd realized it had all paid off.

The afternoon was filled with interview after interview, question after question, but you didn't care. Your cowboy was beaming, and your heart was full. His hands had stayed protectively on your waist, like he was afraid the interviewers would snatch him up and take him away from you. You just smiled, knowing it was his way of saying, "You'll always have me, no matter what league I'm in."

He all but floated to the car and the wide smile didn't even think about leaving his face. He'd leaned you against the car, peppering your face in excited kisses, and all you could do was smile. His nerves had washed away, and he knew it would be just you and him until the last ride. And unsurprisingly, that was all he needed.

Steve's hand stayed in yours the entire ride home, and you couldn't help but be reminded of the year prior. That first night, his hand stayed attached to your skin, like he was afraid if he let go, you'd disappear. And even now, after the honeymoon phase had passed, even after petty arguments about toothpaste brands and television shows, even a year later, he still couldn't keep his hands off you.

The air was filled with excitement, the windows cracked and blowing wind through your hair, only aiding your senses. Steve blared his playlist of post-competition songs, screaming along to every word. You couldn't help but sing with him, feeling a pleasant sensation in your belly every time he'd sneak a glance at you. With the windows rolled down, you could smell the freshly mown grass as you drove past the Byers' house, some family friends of Steve's, and wondered if they'd been at the tournament to see him win.

You made your way into the house, and an exhausted Steve plopped onto the couch to pull off his boots. You kneeled in front of him to help him out of his shoe, but both of you knew exactly what you were doing.

He ran a tired hand through your hair, giving you a sideways smile. "Whatcha doin' down there, sweetheart?" he asked, even though he didn't need an explanation.

"I was hoping," you said, running a hand along his denim-clad thigh, "I could help you celebrate?" You smirked as you watched him squirming to readjust his hardening cock.

His hands met the button of his jeans, undoing the fastening for you. "You don't even have to ask."

You pulled him out of his boxers, and your mouth drooled at the thought of tasting him. It wasn't like you'd never tasted him before, but with the big championship, he'd been hyper focused on his diet, so you knew he was going to taste good.

You placed his head on your tongue, licking small circles around it and already he was a mess. Like putty in your hands.

You licked a long stripe up his length, and his dick became even harder. "Oh, princess," he sighed, nearly squirming when your mouth moved down to his balls, sucking them slightly.

You left a trail of kitten licks from his balls back up to his tip, finally taking him into your mouth. Your cheeks hollowed around him, and he let out a soft groan. "Needed this," he sighed, slotting his hands into your hair.

You whined around him, your way of letting him know you needed it just as much. His head fell back as you inched closer to the hilt.

"God, you're so good at this," he grunted. He tugged at your hair, longing for you to take all of him.

You released for a moment, long enough to say, "Yeah? Am I your god tonight?" You took his cock back in your mouth, one of your hands moving to his balls.

Steve moaned as he nodded. "Always. You will always rule me."

Your hips rutted against the boot he hadn't taken off, searching for any friction you could find. You gagged around him as you finally took the entirety of his dick, your nose resting softly in the thatch of hair under his belly. His heavy balls hit your chin, and you moaned around him at the feeling.

"Fuck, I'm close," he grunted. He gripped your face, pulling you up and down his length. You whimpered as drool oozed down your cheeks, your hands moving to wipe it away. Your hand purposely slid from your chin to his balls, twisting them in your palm.

His cock jerked inside your mouth, his saccharine seed spilling down your throat. Your eyes watered as he rode out his high, fucking in and out of you. "Shitshitshit," he muttered, his grip tight around your hair. Your hips chased friction on his boot, winding against the leather.

Despite desperately needing to finish, even after you considered getting yourself off right there on his boot, you forced yourself to release his cock. You slowly pulled off of him, licking your lips where his cum had dripped out. He bent forward for a kiss, moaning at the taste. His tongue slipped into your mouth, running along your teeth and savoring the taste of what only you could do to him. You rocked against his boot, eliciting a chuckle from Steve that rumbled from his mouth into yours.

You forced yourself to move away first. You stood, practically throwing yourself into his lap. He leaned back on the couch, your legs on either side of his waist and your arms around his shoulders. "Congratulations," you giggled, still giddy from the high you'd provided him with.

"Thank you, sweetheart," he sighed. He pulled you back in for another kiss and trailed his hands down your body. Once they'd reached your waist, he pulled you up, lifting both of you from the couch. He managed to kick his boot off the rest of the way before walking out of the living room.

"Hey!" you pouted, but tightened your legs around his waist.

"Cowboy hat rule," he simply said as he carried you through the house.

You rolled your eyes, gripping the hair at the nape of his neck. "What if I said, 'Fuck your cowboy hat rule.' What then?"

He shook his head and pulled you in for a desperate kiss. "I don't make the rules, sweetheart. I just follow 'em."

Steve swiftly carried you into the bedroom, laying you down on the mattress with ease. His lips met yours for a dominating kiss as he reached toward the bedside table, presumably pulling out lube or a condom. His other hand worked at the fastening of your pants.

You keened at every swift motion of his limbs, your body arching as his mouth dragged down the front of your neck. His lips ended at your collarbone as he stopped to suck a spot he knew you loved.

After a moment, both his palms were on you, his fingers making quick work of your jeans. He pushed them down your legs to reveal you'd nearly soaked through your panties.

"Might not need that lube after all, huh?" he teased, his hand cupping your clothed core. Steve’s digits pressed your clit through the wet fabric, eliciting a low mewl from you as you opened your legs further for him. You wanted to give him complete access, let him have free reign of your entire body. He chuckled as his fingers played with you through the cotton. "So wet already, filthy girl."

You keened at his touch, your hands palming at his hair. "Please," you begged. "Need you, Steve."

"I suppose you do deserve a reward after being so good to me, yeah? So sweet of you to put me first." he teased, slipping a finger underneath the soaked material. Your eyes fell shut in pleasure, letting out a whimper as the digit teased your entrance. "Well then, your wish is my command, princess."

He pulled your jeans off your ankles, tossing them toward the general direction of the hamper. He then tugged his own jeans and his boxers off, his dick springing up as he tossed the clothing in the same place. Finally, after much too long, he slid your panties down your legs, and his mouth met your cunt for a split second, just long enough to lick up a stripe of your wetness, his tongue lingering on your clit. You moaned, hips bucking toward his face. "Uh-uh," he tutted. "As good as you taste, I think I need to be in you first."

You could never say no to that. You threw your shirt off as he reached for the condom he'd pulled out, making quick work of the foil before rolling it on. Your heart pumped fast with every passing moment, pure excitement running through your veins.

He removed his own shirt too and hurled it toward the slowly growing pile, while you reached for the lube. You squeezed some into your hand before pressing it to Steve’s cock, spreading the lube down his length.

He grunted and hung his head as your palm worked up and down his cock. Your hands never ceased to amaze him. He was the clay, and your hands were nothing short of a potter's, the way you had him.

Your digits met your cunt, mixing what was left of the lube with your slick. Steve moaned at the sight, wishing he'd taken you up on that offer of letting him go down on you.

Steve slowly pushed inside you and you went glassy-eyed at the feeling. You couldn't count how many times you and Steve had had sex in the past year, but no matter how many times it was, his size never ceased to amaze you. He slowly inched inside you, uncontrollable gasps and moans tumbling off your lips. You were sure all of your senses had gone awry in that moment, positive that you couldn't speak, couldn't think a single coherent thought.

He hovered over you, every inch of his abs marked with sweat. His lips met yours for a heated kiss, your mouths molding into one. His hands traveled down to your hips and gripped them tightly. He counted down a quiet, "One, two, three," before flipping the two of you over, giving you a moment to settle. A cheeky grin appeared on his lips as his eyes met yours, and you found yourself getting lost in his fanned-out lashes. He pushed a hair behind your ear, smirking, "Well, giddy up then."

No matter how many times he made that joke, your stomach still did flips every time. It truly amazed you how someone so dorky, so sweet, could manage to be the sexiest man you'd ever known.

You slowly started to rock against him, letting out a quiet whimper as you were still adjusting to his size. Steve could stretch you and fill you like no one else ever could, and it was pure heaven every time.

He chuckled and planted his giant palms on your love handles. "Damn. And they say I look good riding things."

Your hips rutted against him and the friction was absolute bliss. "Hey, that reminds me," you sighed, eliciting a chuckle from Steve.

"If I had to pick a favorite thing about you," he said, "it's that you're a talker during sex." His words were filled with sarcasm, but you still managed to take it as a compliment. You kept grinding your hips into him slowly, pulling noise after noise out of Steve, his head hanging low.

"Thank you," you replied in a whine. "Anyway, I was- fuck- I was wondering what you wanted to do with the money."

Steve sighed a soft, "Shit," as your hips bucked at his, hands tight on your waist. "Two things."

"Yeah?" you said, rocking against him, your fingers running soft circles along his happy trail. "That's not a lot of things considering you just won twenty-five grand."

"Well," he started, bouncing his legs and shoving himself further inside you, "first thing I want to do is buy this cute, little- fuck- local business. You might've heard of it. It's called The Lucky Shot."

You stopped mid-roll. Your eyes widened as your face filled with shock. "Full stop, are you serious?"

"Don't tease me like that." He all but whimpered, fucking up into you harshly.

Your hips rocked along with his, like two metronomes ticking in time with each other. The past year had been like that. The two of you were puzzle pieces, made to be slotted together. "Seriously though, are you really buying The Lucky Shot?"

"Owner's an older man who had a heart attack earlier in the year. He's having trouble- shit- keeping the place up and running. Figured I'd- oh- take it off his hands. Told him I knew a young couple who'd love to take over for him."

Your lips found his for a long, loving kiss. He bounced you on his cock, and you moaned into the kiss, but somehow the noise just made it even more sickeningly romantic. "I love you, Steve Harrington."

"I didn't doubt it for a second, Y/N Y/L/N," he mumbled against your mouth, inhaling and taking you all in. "Hey, you're wearing that perfume I got you."

"Mhm," you smiled against his lips. "Thought it might- oh, god- bring you some good l-luck today." You leaned back up, your hips rutting with extra force as you chased down your high. You let out a low mewl. "What's the second thing?"

"That-" his voice hitched as he led you along his cock, "depends."

"On what?"

"I need your- ah- permission first."

The rolls of your hips slowed and your eyebrows furrowed in some mixture of pleasure and confusion. "OK, shoot."

His hands stilled your waist, his eyes soft as he looked up at you. "Marry me."

You knew it wasn't humanly possible, but you were fairly positive your heart flew out of your chest as you processed his words. "What?"

He tipped his chin toward the nightstand. "Look in the drawer."

Your eyebrows creased even harder. You were just still, somehow managing to completely ignore the current task at hand.

He let out a light huff, running his hand up to the small of your back. "Just trust me, princess."

You pulled at the handle of the drawer, looking around for anything that could be a clue as to what he was talking about. Your vision began to blur with happy tears, though you still weren't sure what you were searching for.

He watched as your concentration face became apparent, a chuckle tumbling off his lips. "Trojan box."

Your hand flew to the little black box, lifting the top. With a flick of your finger, you flipped open the box, inspecting the ring that was hidden inside. Tears started to slide down your cheeks as you registered what was happening.

Steve stole the box from your hand, holding it as though he was proposing normally, as though he wasn't balls deep inside you. "Will you, Y/N Y/L/N, marry me?"

"You hid my engagement ring in a condom box?" you asked, still flabbergasted.

"Well, I figured what better way to propose to you than by doing something that reminds you of the first time we met?"

You placed your hands on his cheeks, tugging his face toward yours and meeting him for a kiss. He tasted like your slick and his sweat, and somehow, it was the most amazing aroma you'd ever experienced. You took all of him in, letting him fill your senses like a breath of fresh air. His chest heaved underneath you, and his lips moved in sync with yours like he couldn't get enough.

You parted from him, lying down his chest and raising your hand. He chuckled at your speechless form as slipped the ring onto your finger. The band fit perfectly, just like he knew it would. Puzzle pieces.

"It's so pretty," you smiled. By the tone in your voice, Steve was convinced you were either cock-drunk or delirious. Probably both.

"Anything's pretty when you're the one wearin' it," he said, kissing the shell of your ear.

"Awww," you beamed, your hand combing through his deep brown hair. "Hey, you do realize that one day, when our kids ask, 'Mommy, how did Daddy propose?' we're gonna have to explain that your dick was inside me and you hid my engagement ring in a Trojan box?"

"Let's not get the cart ahead of the horse now," he chuckled. "You're the only one I want callin' me Daddy for a while."

You giggled, meeting his lips for a blissed-out peck. "Just think. You and me, together forever. Just like this for a lifetime."

"Just like this?" he teased, earning him an eye roll.

You pushed yourself up, your hands on either side of his head as you hovered above him. Your lips connected to his like magnets, this time for a steamy kiss, one filled with pure want. "Hey, you wanna know something, cowboy?"

"What's that?" he huffed in amusement, his thumbs caressing small circles on the fat of your hips.

"I say yes. To a lifetime of your love, your kisses, your stupid cowboy hat rule, all of it. I say yes a thousand times over."

"Can't argue with that, cowgirl."

A FORMAL APOLOGY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK ME TO POST 😭🤚🏻

I wish I had a good reason. I think I really just kept putting it off and didn't wanna read through it because I was overwhelmed (not with the fic, just with life) but I forced myself through it and I'm so happy with how it turned out!

Special thanks to @dungeons-are-too-cold for staying up with me until 5 am again to make sure this fic was at its best! Love you forever!!

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 1 year ago

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summertime sadness

pairing: steve harrington x fem byers!reader

summary: a quiet night only a few weeks in the aftermath of starcourt mall.

A/N: y'all i'll be honest, these in-betweens are gonna be short and below average. was thinking about not posting them, but you know it's the small moments that count the most.

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August 14, 1985

The room is quiet. The whole house is quiet, the only sounds being the refrigerator humming as it made ice and the crickets chirping outside with Steve’s windows pushed open. The late summer moving into fall breeze toyed with his heavy curtains, the bright light from the pool spilling into the small space.

Both of you lay on his bed. You are on your back with a pillow under your head, your left leg bent with your knee in the air. Steve laid on your front, his head tucked under your chin. His puffs of breath ticking the exposed skin of your collarbone as you mindlessly carded a hand through his hair. His arms were wrapped tight along your stomach, his palms pressed into your spine, his fingers spread out.

Your eyes stared blankly into his plaid wallpaper, probably something his mother picked out when he was just a kid that she loved dearly. Now it felt outdated and you wished to peel it from the structure.

You rolled your head on the pillow to the right to peek at Steve’s alarm clock, the giant digital numbers of 3:33 stared mockingly at you. Dry eyes stinging with each slow blink you did, not being able to keep them closed for more than five minutes before they snap open. You didn’t want to bring your nightmares into Steve’s room as he finally got his bits of sleep.

It’s been a rough two months for everyone. El moved into the house and she would either sleep in Joyce’s room or yours when Steve wasn’t around. But it felt like he moved in as well, and you knew why. He was always alone in the giant two-story house and he didn’t want to be alone after everything. And you didn’t want to be separated from him.

You heard the deep inhale from Steve and felt his arms tighten. Eyes moved away from the empty walls and down to see him leaning back so his eyes were able to meet yours.

“Hi.” A gentle whisper in the silent room. Your hand continues to card through his soft tendrils.

He kissed your collarbone followed by, “Hi.” His eyes squinted just a bit while observing your face. “Can’t sleep?” Knowing he noticed the darkness making a home under your eyes.

A simple quirk to the right corner of your mouth, “Nothing new. What ‘bout you? You were doin’ okay.” Noting he slept for about four hours.

Steve tickled his nose against your skin as he readjusted his head, tucking himself into your neck. “I’m better when I’m in your arms. Keep the darkness at bay.” His voice was rough from nonuse.

Nails scratched at his scalp, “Same with you.” A simple white lie. He usually did help at keeping the nightmares and horrid memories at bay, but this time…

This time they couldn’t leave you alone for just an hour of sleep.

Steve deeply inhaled, “You’re lying, but also not. I understand though.” He held you tighter, “We’ll work through this, together.”

You didn’t bother saying anything back in response, only leaning forward to place a heart-heavy kiss on the crown of his head. You heard Steve as his breathing evened out and his limbs grew heavier. Your eyes just moved back to staring at his plaid wallpaper with your hands mindlessly touching him, wanting to keep him sleeping through the night.

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bookshelf-dust · 2 years ago

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Hi ;) I'm sorry it's me again 😅😭I've been having an overabundance of fic ideas lately... So... What about reader doing something super nice and cute for Billy's birthday ? He isn't used to it, his family has never remembered his birth date, let alone celebrated his birthday, so when he sees that reader actually remembers his birthday and does something very meaningful to celebrate it, he just ends up crying because of how beautiful the present it : I don't know what the present could be though, like maybe she sings him a song that she wrote for him ? Which is surprising since she has social anxiety which shows how much effort she put into making this day memorable for him. Really choose whatever you think it's best. Thank you !!!

billy vs. the grinch

billy hargrove x fem!byers!reader

word count: 1,084

warnings: swearing, fluff

a/n: hi, my love! please don’t be sorry! i appreciate you trusting me with your ideas. this is really sweet. i hope that you enjoy what i came up with and that it’s what you wanted. <333

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Billy’s fingers are gripping your belt loops so hard you’re afraid the denim might rip. You push open the front door, the wood cold on your fingertips.

Billy’s been on the verge of tears since seven forty-five this morning, when you hopped down your front step and launched yourself into his arms. “Happy birthday, gorgeous,” you’d said.

He’d only told you his birthday once, right after you met. That you remembered it was making his heart grow, what was it, three sizes? Isn’t that what the Grinch said?

Fuck, it didn’t matter. What did matter was that you were taking him home where he’d get to spend time with the only people he’d felt loved by.

Billy stays behind you after you’re inside like he’s never been here before.

“Is that my birthday boy?” Joyce’s voice carries to the both of you from the kitchen. You keep moving, pulling him along since he refuses to let you go.

Your mother has flour in her hair, and she’s wearing an apron with ladybugs on it. You’re pretty sure Will picked it out for her at some point.

When she sees him, she claps her hands excitedly, smiling brilliantly. She looks so young.

“Hi, Billy! Happy birthday, sweetie.”

She pulls him in for a hug, which he accepts. Joyce Byers has this thing with her hugs. They make everything feel like it’s going to be okay.

“Thank you,” Billy mumbles. You run a hand up the curve of his spine as if to say, It’s okay. You’re not bothering anyone. This is happening because we love you.

When she lets Billy go, Joyce kisses the crown of your head. “Hey, baby. Jonathan picked up pizza. I figured that would be okay?”

You assure her that it is.

Will and Max enter the kitchen from where they’d been in Will’s room. They’d biked home today so that you could spend some time with Billy.

“Happy birthday,” Will says. “You know you can buy lottery tickets now?”

Max snorts. “He wouldn’t have the money for them. He spends it all on cigarettes.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be nice to me today or something?” He asks her.

“I was going to give you a hug,” she tells him. “Unless you’re immune to that sort of thing.”

You take Will’s hand, walking over to look at what your mother has been up to, just long enough to give them a minute. Their relationship has improved exponentially in recent months. It’s nice to see them finally have each other to rely on.

On the counter sits a cake in a glass pan. It’s strawberry flavored, which you can see from the pink tinge it has, and there’s chocolate frosting smeared over the top of it.

Happy Birthday, Billy is written in a sloppy scrawl across the top, two big number candles sitting above his name. 18.

Later, after the six of you have demolished it, Billy tells Joyce that it’s the best damn cake he’s ever had, and that she’s not allowed to fight him on it. She obliges.

Billy told Will and Max to pick out a movie because it would stress him out too much. They did, and you all sit around the living room, devouring that too.

Billy thinks about how he’s never felt safer. He enjoys just sitting in this room with these people who he knows care about him, even if it isn’t exactly the group anyone expected him to end up hanging around.

When the movie’s over, you lead Billy down the hall and into your bedroom. “Sit, pretty please. I have a present for you.”

“I told you not to get me anything,” he says.

You tap his knee. “Since when have I ever listened to what you tell me to do?”

Billy chuckles and it makes you smile. You place a manila envelope in his lap.

“Sorry. Didn’t really have anything to put it in.”

“I don’t give a shit about how you wrapped it, baby.” You feel yourself go warm. It doesn’t matter how many times he calls you that—it always has the same effect.

“Open it.”

You sit down on the floor in front of him, the carpet squishing under your legs. You prop your head up, settling your arms on his knees and under your chin.

You watch as he pulls a sheet of thick paper out of the envelope.

Billy’s eyes widen just slightly and his breath hitches.

“Baby.”

It’s a drawing of the Camaro.

You sit up a little more so you can point the specifics out to him.

“I borrowed Jonathan’s camera to take a picture of it one day a couple weeks ago. And I dug out my best paper too.”

You run a finger along the lingering pencil marks. “I tried my best with the blue. I don’t exactly have the most extensive colored pencil collection in the world, and I’d already gone through mine and Will’s, so it’s not perfect, but. It’s still pretty blue.”

First you sketched the drawing, as best as you could, and then you colored it just the same. You used a thin pen to outline it when you finished. It’s simple, but you’re happy with it.

Billy runs his thumb over where you left your signature by the back tire. When he looks up at you his eyes are glossy.

“You drew this whole thing just for me?”

“‘Course I did, Billy.” You wipe away the tear that’s just managed to slip out. “I love you and stuff.”

He tosses his head back, laughing. You kiss his cheek, over a patch of freckles, and he blushes.

“You like it?” You ask.

He sets it down beside him. “Are you kidding? I fuckin’ love it. Thank you, sweetheart.”

Billy is even more touched when he thinks about how it’s not often that you draw. You love to do it, but it’s not something you think you’re that great at. He disagrees by a long shot. So the fact that you took the time to do this means the world.

When he hugs you, he tries to put all of this feeling into it, and you make sure to rub up and down his back as a reminder that it’s okay for him to be emotional about this. You’re sure he wants to fight it.

“I love you too, by the way,” he says into your hair.

You pull back and kiss him. He tastes like chocolate.

“Happy birthday, pretty boy.”

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erikiara80 · 9 months ago

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It intrigues me that, even tho Will is not in the lab with El the day of the massacre, many seem to connect him to that day.

Like his parallels with Brenner opening the RR door, and the parallels between the lab scenes and Rink-o-mania.

He's also been associated with 12 and 6 since S1, and in the Nina scenes there are many mentions of those numbers. Now, thanks to The First Shadow, we know that Henry vanished for twelve hours when he was a kid, that he was a fan of Captain Midnight and used the captain's clock as a code for his journal. So, one could say that 12 is associated with him. But there's the name Williams on the grandfather clock, so 12 is "Will's number" too lol

The only tattoes we see in the flashback of the massacre are Seven's and Five's. 7+5=12. The first kids who "play the circle game" are Two and Six. If you leave your circle- timeline?- you lose

There are also mentions of artists, dogs, working out of sheds and building things (like Castle Byers). And I keep thinking about a specific parallel between Ten and Brenner and Will and El in 4x01.

Lab scene: Dr ELlis, Six, Brenner and Ten, whose favorite toy is the Magic 8 Ball -> Kali, mentioned by Henry, and the only one who can project illusions. That's why I think 10 stands for 01, here.

Moments later, we get these lines: 'Lessons with Six. Six is trying to move a block. A red block'. Six, six. Twelve.

Who was building a tower with red blocks in the RR, and picked up the crayons. Two boxes

School scene: El and Will (and girl in black behind him)

82-> 8+2=10. Also, door clanging, hm

There are also two extras here that, imo, stand for Eddie and Henry. Like, "Edward Creel" and Henry. A hint at different timelines? Maybe this is why in Nina there are two different groups of lab kids and Will is in this parallel, even tho we don't see him in the lab?

As for duffel bag guy, I think he stands for Henry because, white outfit, and because duffel bag guy in S3. This is what Dustin says about how a russian spy should look like: Tall, blonde, not smiling. Basically, Henry (well, sometimes he does smile)

I have too many drafts about the school scenes, lol. About the two girls in pink, the Tesla visual aid as a hint at a tear in time and space in 1976 (connected to another hint in S3, the lifeguard's line about water and getting electrocuted, with Happy Birthday and '76 on the poster behind him). AND the teacher that looks like Mr Clarke. But that's for another post. Or ten.

Anyway, back to the parallels.

Why is Will included in this parallel, and paralleled to Brenner opening the RR door? Not sure, but it's interesting. Maybe Will is associated with opening doors/gates because of the car crash in the past (if my theory is correct, of course) or maybe because, if there's a timeloop, in other timeline he's the one who banished the Brenner we see in Dimension X, in a parallel to El banishing Henry. This is not a theory tho. Just a thought.

Would you be so kind and open the door? Twelve is kind, like Will. Interesting that Brenner doesn't say that to Seventeen, he just asks him to open the door.

And why does Ten say that both Ellis and Six (El and Will) are dead? Well, I think THIS might be a hint at what happened in 1976, because we also hear gunshots. The car chase, the accident, the lake...

Another thing that seems to connect Will to El's past is an extra who looks like him. The kid with the word HELL on the t-shirt. We first see him when El says that she will soon see Mike (One)

Then we see him next to Will and El, and when Angela and her friends step on El's diorama, a parallel with Two bullying her. Hell, chess game, and the kid even looks at Will.

Like, let's make it clear that this extra stands for Will and connects him to things he supposedly shouldn't be connected to.

Hell and Angela. Yeah, Rink-o-mania, another parallel with Nina

The way they used this extra reminds me of a scene in 2x01. @chirpsythismorning noticed a boy with a bowl cut who just looks like Will. When Will hears a noise tho, before the vision, magically, bowl cut boy is gone. Now there's a kid with a buzz cut. But the other extra is the same girl, so I think this is intentional. And in this scene they mention a sister, Mike's sister, in... an interesting way (I won't prostitute my sister!)

Is it you? No, Will, that kid is you. And the one with the buzz cut? Maybe he stands for Henry, or maybe this is a hint, like the article in S1, that when he was a child, Will was in the lab, too, for a week.

One more crazy detail. The Russia storyline is a big parallel to the lab scenes, and during their "last meal" (at Suzie's, Will is in front of Leonardo's Last Supper) one of the prisoners says this, about the Demogorgon, before the other massacre of S4:

I have been in this place for a week. My first night I saw six men enter this room. Six.

Enter this room. Like Brenner entering the RR, or Will opening the door at school. Or maybe, another type of door.

#the first shadow spoilers #will byers #el hopper #willel twins #twelvegate #st parallels #st analysis #st theory #extragate #stranger things #st: tfs

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andiwriteordie · 2 years ago

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Demigods Mike, Will, and Jonathan walk into a Monster Donut shop.

Manning the counter is a seemingly human individual, but Mike isn’t fooled.

This ‘Argyle’ is obviously a monster.

Hilarity ensues.

HAHAHAHA THIS PROMPT OH MY GOD. IT'S SO FUNNY.

alright, here's a little pjo x st fusion au featuring our favorite sons of apollo, will and jonathan, our favorite son of athena, mike, and our... monster? (to be determined) friend, argyle!

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bring on the monsters

There are two things in the world that Will Byers knows for certain.

Number one: Will Byers loves his boyfriend, Mike Wheeler, more than anyone else in the world. The two of them have literally been through hell and back together. Mike has fought all sorts of monsters and gone on dangerous to come rescue Will, and the two of them are a team. They’ve been a team since they first met each other at five years old, and now, at twenty years old, they’re even more of a team than they’ve ever been before.

Number two: Mike Wheeler is a fucking idiot, even if he is a son of Athena.

Yes, these two things can coexist. Will’s not really sure what that says about him, since he’s the idiot dating the (stupid, lovable, kind, and brave) idiot who is currently trying to convince Will that the poor guy—Argyle, according to his nametag—working the counter at Monster Donut shop is actually a monster.

“I don’t trust him,” Mike says as he slides into the booth next to Will. Mike immediately puts his arm around Will’s shoulder, and Will shifts closer to his boyfriend, resting his head on Mike’s shoulder. “He’s definitely a monster, Will.”

“You wanna say that a little louder, Mike?” Jonathan, who had tagged along with them on this stupid little donut run, whispers dryly. “Want to just announce to the world that monsters and demigods and gods exist?”

Will kicks his older brother under the table lightly and shoots him a glare: Knock it off. For whatever reason, both Jonathan and Mike enjoy getting one another riled up. It’s been like this ever since the three of them went on a quest together when Will was fifteen, and Will swears Jonathan and Mike already act like they’re brother-in-laws or something.

(Seriously. If he has to put up with this for the rest of his life, Will’s going to lose his mind.)

Mike narrows his eyes back at Jonathan, but surprisingly, he chooses not to keep the argument going. Apparently, he’s more concerned with proving his point about Argyle being a monster. “Come on, tell me you two don’t think that guy’s a monster,” he says in a stage whisper. “I mean, just… look at him. Everything about him screams, ‘Hey, I’m a monster!’ And we’re in a place called Monster Donut Shop? That’s not a coincidence.”

“We’ve been to this place before,” Will reminds, cuddling up closer to his boyfriend. “Or… actually, I don’t know if you have. You were passed out on our couch when Lucas and I decided we wanted donuts.”

A little pout forms on Mike’s face. “And you didn’t wake me up to come with you?” he asks, and when he pokes Will’s side, Will just yelps. “Will. I thought you loved me!”

“I do.” Will rolls his eyes, and he pokes Mike’s side back. “Even if you act like a puppy with separation anxiety or something. Also, Lucas tried to wake you up, and I’m pretty sure you told him to fuck off.”

“Well, yeah. But I wouldn’t have told you to fuck off!”

Once again, Will rolls his eyes, and he leans forward, kissing Mike sweetly. “Well, now I’m kind of glad I didn’t bring you,” he teases. “Because this Argyle guy was working that night too, and you’re being ridiculous. Look at him. He’s harmless.”

The pout on Mike’s face grows, and he, Will, and Jonathan all turn to look at the employee behind the counter. Argyle—who is most definitely not a monster—is absently throwing a rubber bouncy ball against the wall. It hits him in the face a few times, but all he does is laugh.

“I think he’s just an idiot,” Will adds. “Not a monster.”

“He’s not an idiot,” Jonathan scolds, kicking Will’s shin lightly. “But he is high out of his fucking mind.”

“Ugh.” Mike rolls his eyes. “Of course, you’d know that. But again, I’d like to say: both of you are wrong. He’s not an idiot, and he’s not high. He’s a monster.”

“I think we’d know if he was a monster,” Will reminds. “It’s not like any of us can’t see through the Mist or anything.”

“Okay, well, that doesn’t mean he’s not hiding his monster parts!” Mike protests. “Will, babe, come on! You know I’m right!”

Once again, Will rolls his eyes. “Alright, first of all, don’t call me babe. We’ve been dating for four years, Mike, and we hate pet names.”

“You hate pet names,” Mike stays stubbornly. “I think they’re fun.”

“And I think you’re ridiculous,” Will deadpans. When Mike rolls his eyes, Will just leans forward and kisses his boyfriend. “Second of all, even if he is a monster… hiding his… monster parts, that doesn’t necessarily mean that he’s dangerous. If he wanted to kill us, he probably would’ve attacked by now.”

Mike narrows his eyes suspiciously, but then he sighs, just pulling Will closer. “You know, for someone who has had many monsters try to kill you, you’re very, very calm about all this.”

“That’s because if he thinks about the anxiety he won’t stop,” Jonathan says dryly, and both Mike and Will turn to look at him. There’s an amused look on his older brother’s face. “Besides, you’re anxious enough for both of you. At least that’s what Nancy and I think.”

“Assholes,” Mike grumbles, holding up his middle finger. “You’re one to talk!”

Jonathan opens his mouth to respond, but before he can, Will interrupts, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, you’re both protective over me and get anxious, all that stuff. Seriously. You get kidnapped one time, and nobody ever lets you live it down.”

A beat passes.

Then another.

And another.

Then, in near perfect unison, Mike and Jonathan turn to look at Will, wearing equally incredulous looks on their faces.

“You didn’t just ‘get kidnapped,’ Will,” Jonathan reminds.

“You also got possessed by some insane monster that’s so obscure barely any of the gods remembered it existed,” Mike points out.

Jonathan adds, “And somehow, you ended up having some beef with El’s insane half-brother—”

“Okay, that wasn’t my fault, thank you—”

“And you decided the best way to end this whole mess was to go on a quest by yourself,” Mike reminds, narrowing his eyes. “A quest, by the way, that literally led you to Tartarus, Will.”

“And you fell in,” Jonathan points out, leaning his head on hand. “Causing all of us to believe that you and Mike were most definitely dead.”

Will scrunches his nose at his boyfriend and his older brother. Okay, so technically all of those things happened, but also, it’s been years now since that whole mess ended. And it’s not like any of it was his fault… other than the “trying to go on a quest by himself” thing. That was a little stupid.

“So, what are you saying?” Will asks, fighting a smile. “That I’m the cause of all your anxiety?”

“YES!” Mike and Jonathan shout in unison, and Will just bursts into laughter, smiling at the playfully annoyed looks which form on both their faces.

Before Jonathan and Mike can say anything else though, a vaguely familiar voice says, “Order’s up, my dudes!”

A box of donuts falls onto the table in front of them, and Will blinks, looking over at Argyle curiously. There’s a bright smile on the employee’s face, and he makes the little finger gun motion.

“I put a few extra donuts in there too for my favorite customers,” Argyle says, and he pats Jonathan’s shoulder. “My guy, we’ve got to stop meeting like this though! I’m a lot more fun outside of work, swear on the Styx.”

Thunder rumbles in the distance, and beside him, Mike flinches. Similarly, Jonathan’s eyes go a bit wide, and he looks at Argyle skeptically. “Um… okay,” he says with a bit of a nervous laugh. “Sure, we’ll… we’ll have to come back some time. Right, guys?”

“Absolutely fucking not,” Mike mutters under his breath.

Will just kicks his foot lightly. “Sure thing,” he agrees, offering Argyle an awkward smile. “Thanks again, uh… for the extra donuts.”

Another grin forms on Argyle’s face. “Like I said, man, anything for my favorite customers!” he says cheerfully. “Man, everyone I know loves Will Byers. You’re like… famous among these crowds. Everyone’s trying to get to you and stuff, man.”

…

Warning alarms go off in Will’s head, and he exchanges another look with Jonathan. Alright, so maybe Mike had been right about Argyle being a monster, because all of this is just too big of a coincidence, and Will really, really does not want to end up somehow being the Godsforsaken child of a prophecy again. No fucking thanks.

“Okay, well, thanks for that,” Mike says abruptly, and he stands up, pulling Will with him. His eyes are narrowed suspiciously at Argyle, and he holds Will’s hand tightly, moving towards the door. “Anyways, we’ve gotta go now—”

Mike pushes open the front door, rushing out of the donut shop before Argyle can even respond, and he walks briskly towards the car, his hand still clenched tightly around Will’s. The bell above the door jingles again—presumably from Jonathan following them.

Finally, the three of them make it back to Jonathan’s car, and Will climbs into the back, still holding onto Mike’s hand tightly. Fortunately for them, Argyle has not followed them outside, so it seems like they’re in the clear.

It’s silent in the car as Jonathan floors it out of the parking lot.

A beat passes.

Then, another.

And another.

“So, uh… that was… strange,” Will remarks, turning to face his boyfriend now. “For the love of Apollo, please tell me that wasn’t some weird omen for all the bad shit that’s about to happen to us again.”

The frown on Mike’s face grows, and he glances over his shoulder at the donut shop now disappearing from view. “Gods, I hope not,” he groans. “But I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Great,” Will deadpans. “Just what I wanted. More monsters trying to kill me.”

“Well, congrats, Mike.” Jonathan gives the two of them a look through the rearview mirror. “You jinxed us.”

“Oh, so this is my fault? Just because I was smart enough to realize there could be monsters at Monster Donut Shop?”

“Exactly,” Jonathan deadpans, though he’s fighting a smile. “You jinxed us, Wheeler.”

Mike narrows his eyes, and he holds up his middle finger again at Jonathan, before turning to Will. “You’re lucky I love you,” he says, and like Jonathan, he’s clearly fighting a smile too. “Do you see what I have to put up with for you?”

“I’m pretty sure my older brother is the least difficult thing you’ve put up with for me,” Will teases, but he leans forward and kisses his boyfriend again, soft and sweet. “But I love you too.”

A smile forms on Mike’s face, and he takes Will’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You know I’m not going anywhere, right?” he asks quietly. “If… if things are starting back up again… I’m not leaving your side. Whatever’s about to happen… I’ll be here with you, no matter what.”

The words bring a familiar comfort to Will, and he smiles again, squeezing Mike’s hand gently. “I know,” Will whispers back. “I know you will, Mike. Let’s just… let’s just hope that Argyle guy has no idea what he’s talking about.”

Mike scoffs quietly.. “What are the chances we’ll get that lucky?”

“Who knows,” Will chuckles. “Maybe we’re getting worried for nothing, and he is just high out of his mind.”

Mike rolls his eyes, but he smiles again, leaning forward and kissing Will softly. “Sure, Will,” he murmurs. “I’m sure all of this is nothing, and Argyle is just high as a fucking kite.”

“Hey,” Will says with a little grin, “stranger things have happened, right?”

#andi's asks #pjo x st #byler #byler ficlet #byler au #is argyle a monster or not?#is he a threat to will or not?#the world may never know!

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disneymbti · 1 year ago

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So happy I found your acct💞

Could you post for the personalities of jonathan x chrissy from stranger things?

Hi there, Pearly! I really hope you like this a lot!

Credits to: @heartscoops for the ship boards inspiration!

Jonathan Byers' MBTI Type, Big Three and Enneagram Type

MBTI Type: ISFP [The Adventurer]

ISFP types need plenty of personal space. Though they enjoy building connections with people, they need alone time to think and recharge.

They are very observant, especially focusing on the details more than the overall view. They live in the present and tend to base decisions on what they can see right now.

Adventurers also prioritize emotion when making decisions. They prefer to follow what feels right.

They don’t like schedules, but instead prefer to keep their options open. They are adaptable, spontaneous, and like to challenge the need for strict rules.

Big Three: Scorpio Sun, Cancer Moon and Aquarius Rising

Scorpio Sun: Ruled by Mars and Pluto, the Scorpio Sun is known to be intense, mysterious, and ever-evolving.

Cancer Moon: The emotions of Cancer Moons have no limits, restraints, or depths. This is a cosmic placement that often leads to sweetness, kindness, emotional awareness and responsibility.

Aquarius Rising: This rising sign can speak lucidly on a number of topics, using their lofty knowledge to charm crowds and solve problems alike.

Enneagram Type: 4w5 [The Free Spirit]

Basic Fear: Four wing fives fear having no impact on the world. They may be reserved, but they seek recognition and admiration.

Basic Desire: They desire their own personal identity, and may retreat within themselves to discover who they really are.

Free Spirits tend to defend themselves either by withdrawing from others or adapting characteristics of loved ones.

Chrissy Cunningham's MBTI Type, Big Three and Enneagram Type

MBTI Type: ESFJ [The Consul]

As extroverts, Consuls are talkative, energetic, and thrive around people. They prefer not to spend too much time alone.

Highly observant, their focus lies more on the details than on how everything connects together. They trust facts over theories-and they make decisions based on what they can see right now.

ESFJs are feelers who prioritize emotion rather than logic in their decision-making. Empathetic and diplomatic, they do what feels right rather than what makes sense.

They're structured and organized, preferring to plan ahead so they know what's going to happen. They like rules, processes and schedules.

Big Three: Pisces Sun, Virgo Moon and Cancer Rising

Pisces Sun: The planetary ruler for Pisces is Jupiter and Neptune, which gives Pisces Suns a sentimental, intuitive, imaginative and a dreamy nature.

Virgo Moon: Virgo Moons use their calm nature to gain deep clarity of matters, filtering questions through their kind, but reasonable, lens.

Cancer Rising: Cancer ascendants tend to wear their hearts on their sleeves and take care of those they love.

Enneagram Type: 3w2 [The Enchanter]

Basic Fear: Enneagram type three wing twos are afraid of failing and being unworthy of love. They avoid this by setting and accomplishing goals, in order to feel successful and worthy.

Basic Desire: Their basic desire is to be admired and accepted. They seek value through accomplishment, which may push them deeper into their work.

Enchanters tend to adjust their persona to their audience, in order to feel as though they are easily liked, which may lead to playing a character rather than being themselves.

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piastrinorris · 2 years ago

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oooh mistletoe and jonathan!!

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x gn!Reader (no pronouns/gendered terms)

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: Here we are again! Is this day 2 of ficmas because it's my second fic, or day 3 because it's December 3rd? My brain hurts.

“Ironic, isn’t it?” You ask, trying to break the silence between you and the only other volunteer for the school dance committee. It’s the fourth time you’ve tried to engage with him - not even the teacher assigned to chaperone you had ever introduced either of you by name, much less said more than five words to either one of you. They’d just handed over the list of things to do, nodded silently at the two of you and went back to the faculty lounge. You’re fairly sure that leaving the only two people who actually volunteered to decorate the hall to do it themselves isn’t the right thing, but who are you to question it?

You get a hm? from the boy and decide that’s enough for you to work with, “The theme of the dance being Winter Wonderland. Making everything look like it’s all snowed in. In California.” He gives a small chuckle and a nod of recognition. “I don’t even think I’ve ever seen snow.”

“You’re not missing out.” He speaks!

“Oh? Where are you from, if you don’t mind me asking?” you inquire tentatively, not wanting to push his boundaries but hopeful you’re finally getting a conversation out of him.

“Small town in Indiana,” he answers meekly.

“Ah! I bet it’s so nice to be all tucked up at home while the snow falls thick outside, not having to worry about school for a few days, just getting to go out and enjoy it all with your friends,” you wistfully daydream, but he brings you back with another slight laugh.

“Not in small town Indiana,” he explains. “You work in Hawkins, you live in Hawkins. You live in Hawkins, you can get to your school or work eventually, even if it’s just by foot. They’ll pardon any tardiness for the weather, but they’ll still expect you to show up.”

“Well, that’s gross,” you pull a face, and he laughs a little harder. “At least here, we’re still going in because the weather hasn’t changed at all.”

“Yeah, it’s certainly nicer to wake up not living in an ice box!”

“So, I’m so sorry, but I don’t think I ever caught your name when we were assigned together?” you finally ask.

He smirks, “That’s because we were never really told each others’ names. Jonathan. Byers,” he sticks his hand out to you, pulls it back for a second, then makes a gesture of resignation and holds it out again.

You tell him your name as you take his hand with amusement. “You good, there?”

“Yeah, it just… Felt weirdly formal to do that. But then I started so I had to go with it, y’know?” he shrugs awkwardly.

You laugh, “You’re totally fine, dude. C’mon, we’ve got like 12 thousand snowflake streamers to hang from the rafters, because that’s definitely a job for two teenagers to be safely trusted with.”

“I think you may be fudging the numbers a little there,” he raises his eyebrows at you.

You study the boxes that sit at the side of the school hall, rest your hands on your hips and nod. “You’re right. It’s definitely closer to 14 thousand.” He shakes his head at you, but a smile still tugs at the corners of his lips.

Later on, as you’re tying what does actually feel like the ten-thousandth streamer, you call across the hall, “So, Jonathan Byers.”

“You know, just Jonathan’s fine, too,” he shouts from where he’s positioned, climbing down his ladder to move onto the next area to hang decorations on.

“Just going by how you introduced yourself,” you tease. “You don’t exactly seem like the school dance fanatic type.”

“Neither do you,” he points out.

“True,” you shrug. “But I called you out on it, first.”

“Yeah, well,” he mirrors you. “My brother and sister, they’re… They’re being real quiet about how well they’re adjusting to life here. And I don’t really ‘do’ the whole dance thing, but I thought maybe if they knew I was a part of it, it’d help them feel better about going, and they might end up making some friends.”

“That’s really sweet,” you smile at him. “You guys must be real close.”

He nods, “Yeah. Yeah, we are. Been through a whole lot together.”

“They’re lucky to have you,” you blurt out as you’re tying the string of another streamer. You don’t notice how flustered he gets.

Instead, you only hear him ask, “So, your turn now. No more hiding.”

You smile, “Would you believe it, same reason. Got a freshman sister being pushed around by some little bitch of a kid,” you snarl. “Angela. What’s your siblings’ names, I’ll tell my sister to look out for them.”

“Uh, Will and El- Jane! Jane,” he corrects himself hurriedly. “Um, her name is Jane, but we call her El sometimes. Eleven’s a family nickname, one of those ones where it’ll take too long to explain,” he flusters, and you laugh.

“Chill out, dude, it’s okay. My sister and I still talk like we’re old people sometimes because of a game we used to play when we were super little. Families have stuff like that,” you shrug, and he grins.

“Do I get a taste of your acting prowess, gramps?” he teases, and you flip him off, to his amusement.

Once the streamers are up, and lights are strung around the hall, you shake your arms out. “Ugh, if I have to hang one more thing, it’s gonna be my-” You cut yourself off, not wanting to scare Jonathan off with your own dark humour, but he finishes the joke for you in his head, laughing under his breath.

“Hate to break it to you, but there is one more box over there,” he points to it, and you throw your head back and groan as you trudge over.

The pair of you open it together, looking at the mess of dark green you’re met with in confusion. “What is this stuff?” Jonathan asks quietly as you reach in and try and take some of it out.

You end up holding onto something and pulling it out. The branch twirls amongst your fingers as you finally realise, “Oh my god, it’s all mistletoe.”

Jonathan’s cheeks tinge pink, and you quickly drop the sprig yourself. Clearing his throat, he asks, “Pardon my French, but what the fuck do they want us to do with all of this?!”

You put on a silly ‘news reporter’ voice, “This just in, Lenora Hills High faces its biggest mono outbreak in decades! It’s an epidemic out here, folks! Tons of teenage biological terrorists who just couldn’t keep their chapped little lips off of each other!” Jonathan laughs loudly, the sound filling your ears with delight. Your voice returns to normal, “Should we, uh, “forget” to have unpacked this one? Save the whole dance from becoming a raging orgy?”

“Considering our reasons for wanting to make sure it goes well? Absolutely,” Jonathan grimaces, this time making you laugh.

The two of you find a storage closet obscure enough to hide it in that you can make the excuse of forgetting all about it. Once it’s buried far back enough, Jonathan gestures for you to leave the supply closet first and makes sure he carefully locks it afterwards. “Um, so. That’s about it for all of the main stuff. Everything else, I think we’ve got to do on the day,” you explain. “Well. It was nice to meet you, Jonathan Byers!”

“You too,” he nods. He holds his hand out awkwardly, but retracts it before you have the chance to shake it again. Instead he offers you a shy smile before skulking away.

You tell your sister about the Byers kids. She tells you that she’s seen them, but she’s always shied from associating with them in the hopes it makes them all more of a target. You assure her there’s strength in numbers, especially when it comes to the quiet kids.

By the day of the dance, your sister is offering to help you set up. Confused, you bring her along, and you soon see why as Jonathan shows up with two kids around her age, too. The three of them run off excitedly together and it warms your heart to see her actually having friends. “Look at them,” you simper as you meet up with Jonathan.

“Yeah, they’re all pretty great, huh?” he smiles back at you. “Uh, hey, while they’re getting started, I was… Wondering… Would you come with me to my locker? I need to get something from there, first.”

“Sure!” You chirp, following him out. You walk over to his locker in relative silence, only speaking when he’s finally at it. “So, what’s up, did you forget something?”

“More like… Forgot to “forget” one thing… From the other day…” Jonathan mutters as he searches his locker before grasping something with an ah! He turns to face you and you see a branch of mistletoe being clutched tightly in his hand.

Your whole face flushes as your heart forgets how to beat in a steady rhythm for a few moments. As you bite your lip with excitement, he looks down at the mistletoe sprig, tapping it against his palm a few times nervously. “Um, you know…” You pipe up. “I think you’re supposed to hold it up, and then we can get under it.”

Jonathan lets out a nervous laugh, finally looking up at you. He dangles it between the two of you and you pull his face to yours as you kiss him. He places a hand on your shoulder to steady himself, that soon moves to your neck, cradling your jaw and stroking it gently with his thumb. The pair of you keep kissing until Jonathan’s arm gets tired, but then you simply take his hands and rest them around your hips, sliding yours around his neck to resume kissing him. He’s still shy with it, but there’s an eagerness behind his kisses that you’re dying to get out of him.

He breaks it off to laugh breathily, “S’pose the kids’ll be pretty pissed if they’ve gotta do everything themselves, huh.”

You shrug, “Their three pairs of arms outweighs the two we’ve got, and we managed fine.”

“You’re insatiable,” he smiles affectionately, but you do swivel round to start walking back.

“So. Jonathan Byers.”

He sighs jokingly, “You know, that’s gonna be a mouthful every time you say it.”

“I know, but I have to commit to it now,” you reply back in the same tone. “So. What exactly are your plans for tonight?”

“Drop the kids off, maybe sit in with my buddy Argyle while he’s working, ’til it’s time to pick the kids back up again.” He looks over to you as you fall into step with each other. “Why ask?”

You look at him in disbelief, chin pointing down and eyes tilted up at him, eyebrows raised. He still looks lost, so you shrug, lilting, “Okay, fine, I suppose if there’s nobody else you’d rather be doing something else with…”

He chuckles, “Well, if you’ll have me… I guess we could carpool all the kids and just take the one car?”

You’re glad your sister’s going to have a good time with her new friends at the winter ball, and that she won’t have to put up with the constant ridicule you’d get at always missing out on school social events.

But for you, laying across the back seat of a cute boy's car and making out with him is a far better use of your time.

#jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers imagine #jonathan byers x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #jonathan byers fluff #jonathan stranger things #jonathan byers fic #jonathan byers fanfic #ficmas #*myfics

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lookwhatyoumademedohaha · 2 years ago

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Alright since I'm fucking heartbroken and exhausted about what they did to Byler and to us, my hurt brain came up with a few ideas you all are free to turn to fics and fix everything.

Five Hargreeves meeting Will Byers. Both of them being sassy little shits. Five taking an immediate liking to Will and has big 'I've had Will Byers for one day but if anything happens to him, I will kill everyone in this room and then myself' energy. Both of them becoming good friends who go on road trips singing out loudly visiting all the roadside attractions and visit art galleries with big smiles and loud laughs. They get kicked out of some places for being too chaotic and Five being lippy but they are having the time of their lives.

Will making senior citizen jokes about Five. Five rolling his eyes affectionately every time Will mentions he's got a serious coffee addiction and Will having to listen to Five talk about why coffee is the best. So many inside jokes and teasing each other. Five being a maniac and Will being sweet and everyone wonders how they are friends.

Five and Will bonding over their trauma which brings them closer together. Five and Will understanding each other on a deeper level because they know how it feels to be different, grief and loneliness.

Five and Will comforting each other when they have nightmares.

Five appreciating Will every single day. Will letting Five know that he's not alone and that he's not insignificant. Will coming out to Five who is truly happy for him. Though he is cool with it, it really means a lot to him that Will decided to trust him. Five doesn't want to make a big deal out of it but it's Will who has spent his whole life feeling like a second choice, a mistake, worthless so Five plans something to celebrate to show Will that he is loved.

Will and Five drunk dancing together. Five being proud of Will whenever he does anything from finishing a painting to standing up for himself.

Five getting mad at vending machines and Will laughs in amusement at first but then goes to help him out as they both have their snacks together.

Five being protective of Will especially when Mike comes around because if this gibber idiot can't see how special Will is, then he doesn't deserve him. Five ready to throw hands when Mike says something stupid to Will, fuming and mad because no one gets away with treating Will like he's worthless and Will has to physically stop Five from fighting Mike with an axe.

"Will, I'm about to beat this bitch up for treating you like garbage." "FIVE PUT THE AXE DOWN!" "Why does your crazy friend have an axe?" "OH YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, MIKE WHEELER! MY FRIEND IS FUCKING CRAZY AND HE WILL KILL YOU!" "Thanks Will. Make your peace with God Mike -" "Not today, Five. Maybe later." "Fine. But if you're am asshole to Will one more time and I don't care what Will says, I will kill you myself. Do not test me."

Will standing up for Five telling the Hargreeves that they should appreciate Five more because he literally saved them all. Five enjoys this but is surprised and moved. Basically now all the Hargreeves siblings have adopted Will and Five has to fight to get to spend time with his friend.

Five and Will getting into all these adventures. Will possessing Joyce's crazy fierce spirit and Five's absolute badassery make them a dynamic duo to be reckoned with. At the end of the day, they look out for each other and when they get wounded, they take care of each other.

Will and Five bickering like an old married couple. Will is stubborn and so is Five. Both of them have arguments which don't last for long because dammit Will, Five doesn't want to see him sad and Will might be right and dammit Five, you might be right too. Both of them are back together in a matter of minutes and find a way together.

Five isn't really into physical affection but Will is into physical affection. They hold hands, hug each other, ruffle each others hair, hold each other when they are crying or had a nightmare and even random cheek or forehead kisses.

Five: Will, you're a genius! I've got to go! Will: Aren't you forgetting something? Five:.... Um (Kisses Will on the forehead) Will: NO! Pay the bill! Damn, who raised you?

Will and Five calling each other nicknames but also just little things like 'darling' or 'sweetheart' just slips out. They'd be speaking with each other and just call each other those nicknames so naturally and normally that they don't see others smirking or raising eyebrows. (Especially Mike who is confused and jealous of this awesome dynamic)

Five and Will getting drunk together. Five's 'fuck it' attitude has rubbed on Will who doesn't care. When both of them get drunk, chaos ensued and they have a wonderful time together.

Five and Will wanting each other to be happy because they have been hurt and miserable for too long and they both deserve happiness and relaxation and friendship. This means Five and Will trick and treating together. Five dressing up as himself out of retirement to annoy Will who put thought into his costume. But Five has a backup costume which he actually put thought to and they have a good time.

Basically Will and Five being platonic chaotic besties that they both deserve and maybe even more as time goes on. This is how I see them

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castielli · 2 years ago

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How to request:

Send your request featuring the character you want, the plot (+ANGST, FLUFF…) and anything I need to know about the reader. I write MALE READER only

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DETROIT BECOME HUMAN

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FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM

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Credence Barebone

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FNAF (movie)

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If the character you wanted to request is not on the list, you can try and ask me anyways.

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rogue-durin-16 · 2 years ago

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SUNGLASSES AND LIPSTICK STAINS (part II/III)

Summary: After his punch-up with Billy, Steve is in need of medical attention. Going to the hospital isn't an option, so the kids take him to the closest thing they know to a doctor. Funny how the girl who mended his heart back at Tina's party would be the one mending his body.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Genre: angst-fluff (hurt/comfort)

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Sunglasses And Lipstick Stains: @shycupcakealissa

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Warnings: blood, injuries, head trauma, brief mention of smoking, language

A/N: not so fun fact! I didn't have to do much research on head injuries because I've had my fair share of experiences. It's literally a miracle that I'm still completely okay lmao. Anyways enjoy<3

Part I

Part III

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

Something was not right. I noticed straight up as I climbed off Samantha's car when she dropped me off —I just couldn't pinpoint what exactly was not right.

There were clear signs, though. The shed's door left ajar; a freshly dug patch of land that lacked grass; the storm cellar's gates wide open.

"Dustin?" My tone was wary when I called for my little brother from our front door.

No response.

"Dustin!" I tried again, setting one foot after another into our home.

Nothing. I felt my nerves beginning to rise. He should be home by now.

I stalked to our landline and picked the phone handle, pressing the number I had so many times called to when Dustin forgot his curfew.

That was probably it, but since Will's disappearance, everyone was on edge. The eerie screeches Samantha and I had heard on our way to my house hadn't helped either.

It didn't take long for a gentle motherly voice to greet me from the other side of the line. "Hello?"

"Mrs. Wheeler! Y/n here. I know it's late but uh..." My leg bounced as I tried to sound as casual as possible. "I was just wondering if Dustin was still there by any chance?"

"Uhm... Dustin wasn't here today, Y/n."

"He... wasn't?" My brows furrowed, the cable of the phone being anxiously twisted on my index finger.

"I... think he might be staying the night at the Byers'?" I hummed at the information, a light relief settling inside me —though it was swiftly torn out by her next sentence. "I don't know what's wrong with these kids today. Billy dropped by a while ago looking for his sister."

"Billy... Hargrove?" My heart nearly stopped at Karen's confirmation, followed by a little ramble about how charming the boy was.

Charming. Well, now, I personally wouldn't have used that word to describe Billy Hargrove.

Thanking Karen for her information, I hung up and trotted to the door. I would walk to the Byers' if I had to.

Just as I got a hold of my set of house keys, the sound of a rear was heard in our quiet street. A peep through my window was enough to make me freeze, because that was Billy Hargrove's car.

Billy Hargrove's car had just mowed down our mailbox.

In the span of five seconds in which I lost sight of our yard in order to open the front door, the scene turned even more bizarre. From the crashed Chevrolet Camaro's driver seat, a petite red haired girl climbed off. To further shock, Dustin, Lucas and Mike scrambled out of the vehicle right after, practically dragging out a semiconscious Steve Harrington.

What the fuck was going on.

One Hour Earlier

DUSTIN'S P. O. V.

I had barely registered Steve's wince after the headlights' overcurrent had blinded us, so seeing the eldest of us stumble to the car for some kind of support, only for his legs to give in once he got to the vehicle, nearly put me under cardiac arrest.

"Shit— Steve?" I called, taking a tentative step towards him while I signaled the others to stay put. "Are you good?"

"Yeah, Dustin, I'm great." The sarcastic response left his lungs in a strained grunt. Before any of us could throw a carless comeback at our assigned babysitter, his torso contorted to the side, allowing him to not throw up on his lap.

There was a colorful variety of panicked gasps, spit as a rapid fire by the four of us who remained standing while I rushed to kneel besides Steve.

"Oh my god..." I exclaimed, tugging Steve's arm to drag him further from his vomit whilst trying not to stare at it. I would so puke myself if I spared the puddle a single glance.

"He has to go to the hospital." Max took a step forward with a concerned frown darkening her gaze.

"No!" Mike made us all jump with his negative. "We just went into the tunnels. Bet if they run tests on him, they'll know something's off."

I heard a very much lost 'Wait what?' coming from Steve as I raised to my feet, hands thrown on the back of my head. "Holy shit."

"Okay but we gotta take him somewhere." Max insisted with urgency. "I mean, look at him."

"Guys I think... I think might pass out."

"Shit..." I cursed under my breath, crouching down momentarily to make sure Steve's back stayed laid on the side of the Camaro. "Shit shit shit. Okay, let me think."

No hospitals. Okay, but he needed medical attention. We needed a doctor. Or at least something close to it. Maybe a medic or...

"She's gonna kill me."

"Who's gon-" Lucas mouthed a quiet 'oh'.

"She's gonna have to suck it up." Mike stated, picking up on who we were talking about and how she felt about people like Steve. Or Nancy, matter-of-factly.

"Who's gonna have to suck it up?" Max exasperated begging for an explanation fell on deaf ears.

"Can you drive us to my house?" I inquired.

She sighed, a determined yet exhausted look lighting up her irises. "Put him in the car."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

"Y/n!" I could barely process Dustin abandoning his friends to run to me, hands raised in surrender and an apologetic smile dancing on his face. "Y/n, hey. Have I told you how much I love you today?"

"What the fuck's going on?" I managed to question, my pitch as high as it could get due to the surreal situation before me.

"You remember what you learned in that first aid course, right?" He decided to ignore my inquiry as he moved my flabbergasted frame aside so Lucas and Mike could carry Steve inside.

"What?" My horrified eyes clocked the older teen's bloodied, swollen face. "The hell happened to him?!"

"My brother's an asshole, that's what happened to him." The ginger girl I finally recognized as Billy's little sister rumbled behind Dustin with folded arms. If I was not mistaken, it must have been the same girl my brother had a crush on— Max, I believed. "I... I think he might have a concussion."

"I'm sorry, how old are you?" She shuffled, sneaking my brother a begging side glance.

"It's okay, she's cool." Dustin whispered.

"Thirteen."

"THIRTEEN?!" I yelled, making them both flinch. "YOU DROVE THEM ALL THE WAY FROM—"

"Y/n! I'm gonna need you to calm down." Dustin's words were slow and clear. "We can't fill you in right now, but I promise—"

"EXCUSE ME?!"

"I PROMISE" he reiterated over my words, a bit louder this time. "That I'll tell you everything, but now I need you to fix up Steve." I opened my mouth again, but no words came out of it before Dustin cut me off once more. "I know what you're thinking. 'Dustin, you know I wouldn't touch Steve Harrington with ten-foot pole', but he's a good dude." the oblivious confidence in his words was actually funny, but I couldn't find it in me to laugh.

"He saved our lives." The girl added.

"Is that why he's—"

"Kinda."

"Yeah!" Dustin shouted, though by the readhead's face, it must have been a half truth. "Now please, can you help him? Please."

A silence reigned among the three of us for a couple of seconds, in which I tried to assess the situation with the little information I had.

In all fairness there wasn't much of a choice to make. Casting my head down for a second, I re-entered the house, now with the pair of kids trailing after me.

"Alright, give him some space." I commanded Mike and Lucas, who were struggling to keep Steve sat still on our largest couch.

My heart clenched the moment I kneeled before my classmate, as I finally had the chance to fully take in his swollen face, peppered in purplish black bruises. "Holy fuck," I muttered, lifting my hand to move a rogue strand of hair out of the way. "He sure did a number on you, didn't he?"

"Henderson." There was some kind of surprise gleaming in his bloodshot orbs at the sight of me. "I'm alright. Just need a bit of sleep."

"You sure? 'cause a little birdie told me you might have a concussion." I whispered, taking my hands to the back of my pocket in order to fish out the half empty pack of smokes inside if which I kept my lighter.

"You smoke?!" Dustin screeched behind me, earning a chastising nudge from Lucas. "What."

"Yes, Dustin. I smoke." I confirmed in a hiss, rotating in the spot to throw daggers at my brother. "And if you tell mom, I'll slit your throat."

Dustin nodded rapidly at my deadpanning warning.

Once I was sure he had gotten the memo, I spun back to look at Steve. "Let me know if I hurt you." With a nod from him, I took a tender hold of his face, the pad of my thumb pressing on the skin beneath his left lower lid in order to open his eyes.

"Woahwoahwoah- what are you doing?" Steve slurred, trying and failing to slip away from my grasp by wrapping his digits around my wrist when he saw the lighter's flame moving close.

"I'm just— Stay still!" He winced at my loud tone, but complied nonetheless. "I'm just checking something. Keep your eyes on me, okay?"

There were a few seconds of expectant silence while I tested Steve's pupils' reaction time to the bright light of the tiny flame before him. It took the boy no time to break it with a soft whisper that surely made my cheeks flush.

"You have like, the prettiest lips." I should have seen something like that was coming by the look on his face.

"And you have a concussion." I declared in response, hoping in vain none of the kids had heard his statement, nor his enchanted tone. "Guys, he needs a hospital."

"No hospitals." Mike's statement held a finality that left me even more confused.

"What do you mean 'no hospitals'?"

"It's okay, Y/n." Steve agreed, which made it all more suspicious. "Just patch me up and I'll go home."

"How? Walking?" I countered, tilting my head to try and meet his avoidant gaze. I soon gave up on him, turning to the kids behind me instead. "Was he unconscious?"

"Yeah but for like, a couple of minutes?" Max asked with a tinge of anxiety in the back of her throat.

"How long's a couple of minutes."

"I don't know, maybe five?" I widened my eyes at Dustin's levity trying my best not to fume.

"Five?!"

"Then he was on and off." Lucas finished, his demeanor closer to Max's than it was to Dustin's.

I gathered all the patience I could find in me to not yell at the kids, and instead chose to return to Steve. "Listen, you need to see a doctor."

"Y/n, it's alright."

"No, it's not alright. What's wrong with you all?" I huffed, attempting to get up, only to be secured in place by Steve's lazy grasp. "I'm gonna call an ambulance."

"NO!"

"Y/N, PLEASE!"

"NO HOSPITALS!"

"Jesus Christ my head..." Steve groaned, bending over with the balls of his hands pressing against his eyes.

"Stop that!" I scolded him, taking his hands in mine. "Everybody SHUT UP!"

I immediately muttered an apology under my breath to Steve for the noise, whose forehead had come to rest on my shoulder.

"I'm gonna clean you up, and we'll... we'll move on from there." The boy nodded, messy hair bouncing at the movement and tickling my cheeks. "C'mon, Harrington, upsy-daisy. Wheeler! a little help here, please."

As soon as I began to pull him up with me, both Lucas and Mike appeared on either sides of my peripheral vision, scooping Steve's arms over their shoulders.

"Take him to the bath— actually no, take him to my room." I commanded them, walking over to the kitchen sink in order to wash my hands. "Dustin, go check if mom's still asleep."

At the lack of movement, I spared the two remaining kids in the room a look of urgency, only to be met by Dustin's baffled face.

"What."

"What was that?" He inquired in an accusative tone.

"I genuinely don't know what you're talking about." I lied, choosing to play stupid, keeping myself busy with filling a bowl with warm water and, right after, digging in our freezer for ice to avoid meeting Dustin's inquisitive eyes.

"You know what I'm talking about." I did my best to look clueless, which only seemed to exasperate my brother more. "The sexual electricity!"

"The what?" Max questioned, pulling a face at Dustin while my eyes widened because who the fuck taught him that.

Before I could get a word in, the two taller boys that had carried Steve to my room came back.

"Just check if mom's asleep, okay?" I insisted, taking backwards steps into the hall to reach the bathroom. "I'll be right back."

STEVE'S P. O. V.

The silence of Y/n's room was filled with the buzzing going on my head. As much as I would have loved to take a look around to hopefully catch a more solid grip of her already visible personality, keeping my eyes open with the light on was an effort I couldn't afford.

Due to being laid down on my back across the mattress with my forearm over my eyes, I didn't acknowledge Y/n's presence until she spoke.

"Hey."

"Hey." I reciprocated the greeting in the same soft, careful tone without changing my position. I was tempted to peek from under my temporary light shield when I heard her pacing around the room, moving from one corner to another, but I ended up waiting for her signal.

Soon enough, a two switches were flipped and a hand was patting my thigh. "C'mon, pretty boy."

I opened my eyes to see the room's ceiling light had been replaced with a warm toned night lamp by our side.

Without a word and some struggle, I propped myself forward and attempted to sit upright. The not so genuine smile I spared the girl before sitting on a chair earned me a sympathetic look.

She seemed to want to say a thousand different things, but stayed quiet instead, soaking a cotton cloth on an undersized bowl which rested atop her lap.

"Y/n?" She hummed, prompting me to go on. "You okay?"

Her irises shot up from her lap with incredulity. "Me?" She huffed, reaching to carefully remove the couple of colorful band-aids the kids had placed on my temple. "I'm peachy. You, on the other hand?"

"I'll be okay."

"I know." She raised the wet cloth to my forehead, and distractedly whispered, "Let me know if it hurts." before squeezing the piece of fabric above it, letting the lukewarm water run down the cut.

Instinctively, I raised the hem of my shirt to dry the droplets, but Y/n's expertise hands were much quicker. With a dry piece of toilet paper, she made sure the now dirty water wouldn't drip on my clothes, whilst beginning to ever so gently tap on the cut with the wet cloth.

I didn't realize how tense I was until the girl halted her actions, furrowing her brows at me. "Am I hurting you?"

"No- shit, not at all." I'm just not used to people taking care of me, my heart wanted to confess; my brain barely refrained it. And, had I kept my eyes on Y/n's for an instant longer, the sentence would have slipped anyway.

"Let's get you more comfortable, okay?" She suggested, moving the first aid items from her lap to the nightstand.

I simply nodded at her suggestion, chin still downcasted even when her grip secured my forearms to help me turn and slide backwards. An inpatient, mildly frustrated curse escaped her lips due to the struggle, stealing the ghost of a laugh from me when she had to abandon the chair and plant her knees on the mattress.

"I think I can do this myself." I teased, digging my heels on the blanket to push and help with my relocation.

"I think it's too late for that." She snapped back, releasing one of my forearms to cup the back of my head before it could hit the headboard. "Careful now." She muttered, only letting her fingers slide out of my hair when the back of her palm was pressed against the wooden piece of furniture.

I had to repress a mewl at the loss of touch, though I couldn't hide my pout when the warmth of her skin abandoned mine —nor could I avoid how I instinctively reached to hold her thigh in place when she attempted to retreat back to the chair.

Don't leave.

Instead of moving away, she lowered her own hand on mine, rubbing soothing circles on top of it with her thumb.

I'm not going anywhere.

After readjusting the lamp besides us and taking back the bowl and cloth, she repeated in silence the process carried out on the cut splitting my temple, this time on the one in my swollen lip.

"Did he only go for the head or...?" She questioned once she was done cleaning the open cuts.

Truth was, I didn't really know. After the third punch, everything was blank, but Y/n was worried enough as she was; adding that to the mix wouldn't do any good. "Pretty much."

"He's a fucking tool." She seethed, grabbing the antiseptic lotion to apply it on my temple. "Should've let Sam run him over at Tina's party."

"That would've made my night." I realized too late that the amused smile twisting my lips reopened the slit, and earned me some lighthearted chastising from Y/n.

"As if I didn't make your night." She taunted me, paying extra attention to my lips to make sure the bleeding was cut short before she brushed in the lotion with her fingertip.

The scene was too reminiscent of that one night, and I wondered if Y/n's intense stare on my mouth meant she was feeling the same urge to kiss me now that I had felt then.

"So uhm... Does Dustin know—"

And just like that, the spell was broken.

"Jesus, no." She snorted, straightening up her position. "And he's never gonna find out."

"Because you're embarrassed?" I furrowed my brows at the senior before me. She immediately mirrored my visage, and I felt the need to explain myself. "In the car, Dustin and Lucas were going on about how you despise me. And I mean, I got a complete different impression at Tina's party, but maybe you— I don't know, are ashamed of what happened?"

"What? No! No." She gulped, suddenly finding the clean gauze on her folded thigh very interesting. "I mean, I might have— I might have mentioned you weren't my uhhh favorite person to Dustin a couple of times, but— yeah, no." She shook her head to emphasize her words.

"Then why?" I hated the neediness in my tone; the way my voice broke. I blamed the lack of sleep and the adrenaline rollercoaster the last couple of days had been.

"First off, my little brother has no business in my love life." She fairly pointed out with a quirked brow. "And second, he'll tell Mike, and I bet Mike will tell Nancy."

"We broke up." I blurted out. With what intention? I didn't really know, and by the look on her face, neither did Y/n.

"You know it'll still piss her off."

"It was just a kiss."

She stared blankly at me for a second.

'No, it wasn't' was the sentence read on her expression —and she was right, it hadn't just a kiss. It was the best kiss I've ever had.

"And that's why no one needs to know." She said instead, with deluded resignation in her words. "Listen, Steve." Sigh. "We got more important... Matters to attend. Don't you think?"

"Right."

The following few minutes elapsed without a word. We drowned in the quietness of the room while Y/n finished patching me up. Hadn't I know better, I would have said she was lingering.

"You could use those sunglasses right now." She observed, taking my chin between her thumb and index to move me around.

"I'm pretty sure they're at the Byers'."

She gave her head a couple of slow shakes. I had earlier wondered if she would interrogate me any further about the events leading up to this moment, given how little she had asked about it, and the time had come. "How did you end up babysitting these assholes?"

"Your little shit of a brother got me mixed up in some dangerous business 'cause no one else was around." I explained, trying my best to give away nothing apart from the necessary. "It kinda kept escalating from there."

She dropped her hands on her lap, opening and closing her mouth a couple of times before finally asking, "what's going on, Steve?"

I didn't have time to say a single thing before the door was shoved open, making us both jolt on the spot.

"I'M NOT LOOKING!" Dustin yelled from the entrance with covered eyes.

"Dustin, what the fuck?!" The girl turned to hysterically gesture at the kid, whose hand fell limply to his side with a relieved exhale when he was met with nothing but his sister handing me an ice bag. "What is it."

"Can Lucas, Mike and Max stay the night?" It took a hot minute for Y/n to give her brother an affirmative response. She probably wasn't a fan of Billy showing up at her doorstep looking for Max like he had done at the Byers'.

"I'll get Max pj's in a moment." The eldest sister relented, shooing her little brother out shortly after.

"This kid."

"I know." She agreed with a breathy laugh, giving me an up-and-down. "Okay, you're all good. Or as good as it gets."

"I'm all ready to go home?"

Y/n's slack jawed expression made it really hard not to throw a fit of laughter. "And how the fuck will you go home, Steve?"

"I'll walk to the Byers'." I began to explain in a Self-assured manner. "My car's there and—"

"So is Hargrove." She cut me off. "And then what, then you drive?"

I threw my hands up in surrender between us. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Stay the night." The girl before me put that out there as if it was the most logical response; as if we had been friends for so long that not crashing in unprompted wasn't even up to question. It certainly wasn't the case. "Take the bed. I have to watch over and see if I gotta rush you to the hospital anyway." She nonchalantly explained, trying not so subtly to reassure me.

"I don't wanna be a bother."

"I'm inviting you." She responded, rocking herself slightly forward.

"Why are you so sweet to me?" It was more of an out loud thought than a real question, but I obtained a reply nevertheless.

"It's called minimal decency, Harrington." Flashing me a quick half smile, Y/n abandoned the bed and walked to the barely lit dresser at the foot of the bed. "I think I have... Ah, got it." She wiggled a piece of clothing I could barely discern and threw it at me. "You'll be more comfortable in that."

"Thanks." I mumbled after unfolding the item and realizing it was a big soft t-shirt.

"No worries." Y/n's body was back to being folded to fish out something else from the drawers, which i figured would be sleepwear for Max. "Alright, I'm gonna go arrange the gang of toddlers I have camped in the living room." I nodded at her, not missing the way her eyes slipped down to my torso once I had discarded both my jacket and shirt. "I'll... be right back."

In the last couple of days, I had had a lot of bizarre experiences, but one I certainly did not expect was sleeping in Y/n Henderson's bed. In her shirt. What was life even.

I had just barely accommodated myself under Y/n's covers when the door was once more shoved open, nearly giving my a heart attack. Unsurprisingly enough, the figure entering the room was not the girl who had just patched up my wounds, but Dustin.

"Everything okay?" I questioned, sitting up again, but the kid did not respond — not until he was sat on the chair by the bed anyway.

"Steve."

"Dustin."

I gave the kid a puzzled look when he took a deep breath, as if he was about to break some horrible news to me.

"Do you have a thing for my sister?"

"What?" It came out in a high-pitched, panicked tone, which definitely did not playing in my favor.

"I'm not gonna be mad," Dustin on the contrary spoke calmly, like a parent who was about to scold their child. "I just want to know."

"Jesus, Dustin. No. I do NOT have a thing for Y/n."

I felt myself getting smaller under the thirteen year old's scrutinizing glare, praying for him to be convinced because I didn't have the strength to have that conversation with anyone, let alone a child.

Eventually, the youngest Henderson caved in and spared me, choosing to get up and leave instead of questioning me any further. Maybe he himself didn't really want to know, or maybe he thought I had been put through enough already.

With one last squinted, unconvinced look from the room's entrance, Dustin closed the door, leaving me alone with just the warm colored night lamp to illuminate the space.

Releasing a breath I didn't know I was holding, I slid back into the silky sheets permeated with Y/n's perfume, which lulled me to sleep faster than I would have ever imagined.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

It took me longer than expected to set up a proper sleeping place for the middle schoolers, but not long enough for someone to fall asleep in the meantime.

Yet there he was, sound asleep, lightly snoring in my bed when I got back to the bedroom. The mere thought of having to wake him up again was breaking my heart a little, but it was imperative.

With a quiet whine, I dragged my feet to the side of the bed before plopping down on the chair. God, even after fixing him up, he was in an awful state.

'Billy hit him pretty hard.' Max had confided me in a whisper, face full of guilt. 'I thought he was gonna kill him.'

"Steve." I called for him in the most gentle voice I could. Nothing. "Steve." I tried again. Again, nothing.

He was completely knocked out.

I resolved to try from a closer distance, so I leaned on until my lips were inches away from him and... Nothing came out of me. How could someone look so beautiful all beaten up?

I didn't fully register my movements until my lips were lightly pressed on his cheekbone. The positive side is that that seemed to do the trick to wake him up. The negative was that he had definitely felt the kiss.

His initial confusion, however, was quick to melt into an entranced expression I couldn't fully decipher.

"Hi." He whispered under his breath, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Hi." I greeted back with what I was sure it looked like a smitten smile. "I brought you Tylenol." He muttered a relieved 'thank god', propping himself on his forearms to take first the medicine and then the glass of water I was offering him. "I'm gonna stay put for a little while." I informed him, taking back the now empty glass to place it on the cramped nightstand. "If I'm sleeping and you start to feel like you're dying, wake me up."

It was a half joke, but Steve only furrowed his brows. "Wait are you gonna sleep on that?" He pointed at my chair with disgust while going back to his previous position.

"Where the hell do you want me to sleep?" I asked rhetorically with the intention of pointing out the lack of free sleeping places in the house, but I got a response.

"Lay down with me?"

I would be lying if I said I wasn't tempted by the offer, but it just seemed wrong, so with a halfhearted smile, I shook my head no.

"Had to try." Steve clicked his tongue, poorly hiding his own disappointment. "Night, Henderson."

"Night, Harrington." I mumbled back, folding my arms over the mattress and resting my chin on them.

"Thank you." Had we not been in complete silence, the dozed off boy's words would have been inaudible. "For everything." He added, finding my fingers with his own and lazily intertwining them.

My heart skipped a bit at the touch and I silently cursed myself, because I was definitely crushing on Steve Harrington.

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caitlyn-winchester · 2 years ago

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First Meeting

Summary: placed at the end of season 2, where you, 005 and Eleven close the gate to the upside down. During a dinner at the Byers’ house you meet a fluffy haired by named Steve.

pairings: Steve x reader, Eleven x sibling reader.

Masterlist // collection masterlist

After closing the gate to the Upside Down with El, you were exhausted. Using your powers, especially to that extend always took a lot of energy out of you. Hopper took you and El back to the Byers’ house for a ‘everything is finally normal again’ dinner. It was nice, but your world will never be normal.

Everyone was talking, bickering and joking back and forth with each other. It was too much for you, all that noise. It was hard for you to process everything and it made you feel overwhelmed. You got up from your spot, leaving your untouched pizza slice and went outside to escape the noise. You sat on the grass and looked up at the stars, taking in the crystal sky. Moments later you heard the door open and turned your head to see the boy with nice hair walking out with a plate in his hand.

“Hi.” He said. You stared at him for a moment, blinking a couple times before turning your head back to the sky. Steve stood their awkwardly shuffling unsure of what to do with your lack of response.

“Hi.” you finally said, picking at the grass. Steve finally let out a sigh of relief. He took your response as an invitation to join you on the grass.

“I noticed you left your pizza behind, so I brought you a fresh plate.” He held the plate out for you to grab. You looked at the plate, then him, taking in those brown doe eyes.

“Not hungry.” You stated.

“Oh, alright.” He set the plate down beside him. “I’m Steve.” He told you.

“Steve.” you repeated back, registering his name and face together in your mind. “Steve.”

“Yep. Thats me.” He drummed his fingers on his knees. He feels nervous around you, in a good way and he wants to know more about you. “Whats your name?” He asked. You responded by pulling up your arm sleeve and showing him your ID number from Lab, 005. “Woah, that's so cool.” He grabbed your wrist to get a better look at it but you immediately yanked it away. “Sorry. Sorry. I’m sorry.” He said frantically. You just clutched your hand to your chest and looked away from Steve.

Way to go, Harrington. Steve thought to himself.

“Five.” He started, “Thats your name, just like Eleven.”

“Yes.” you stated dryly looking back to his face.

“Maybe we can call you Ve? Its short for Five.” He suggested. You scrunched up your nose, not liking the nickname. Steve started to laugh at how adorable you looked. “Not a fan of that?” Steve chuckled. You smiled and nodded your head no. “Ok Five it is..” Steve thought for a minute. “Oh wait. Do you have another name?” You tilted your head at his words. “Like a real one? I overheard Hopper say Eleven’s real name is Jane. Maybe you have one too?”

You nodded. No one has called you that name in a long time. Not since you were taking from your mother at 2 years old. You honestly don’t even remember how to pronounce it, it’s one things you lost during that horrid day with Dr Brenner in Hawkins Lab. You only remember how to spell it, since you remember seeing it on paper on his desk one day. Hopper doesn’t even know your real name. You contemplated for a minute, deciding whether or not you should tell him or not. Steve anxiously waited for your response. He hoped you had another name, one that’s better than a number.

You gently grabbed Steve’s hand and held it palm facing up. You started to trace letters into his hand spelling out your name. As you did Steve felt chills as you finger left his hand feeling tingly as you traced out your name.

“Y/N?” Steve asked. You smiled and quickly nodded. “That’s a pretty name. I like it.”

“Pretty.” you smiled. You remember El talking about Mike and how he called her pretty and helped El looked pretty up to society’s standards. You yearned for someone like how Mike is for El but you were an outcast and you weren’t allowed around people. Finding someone like that is impossible. “Pretty.” you repeated again smiling wider

“Yep. Pretty name and you have a pretty smile too.” Steve told you. You looked down and realized you were still holding Steve’s wrist. You cheeks began to feel hot, as this unfamiliar feeling came over you. You looked up at Steve and took in all of his features. He is pretty too.

“Pretty.” You said for a final time, reaching out to touch his cheek. You could feel his face heat up under you hand, his cheeks turning pink. Then, you reached up to touch his hair. The first thing to have noticed about him. “Soft.” You said, messing with strands. “It’s pretty.”

“Thanks.” Steve cleared his throat, trying to play it cool. “They don’t call me Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington for nothing.” You stared at him, confused, not understanding what he was saying at all. Your hand is still playing with his hair. You couldn’t stop, it felt nice. “It’s a nickname. Cause my hair is one of my best features and the first part of my last name sounds like ‘Hair’. So it just fits.” He rambled trying to explain, hoping he didn’t lose you. You two had a nice flow going and he was afraid he just messed it up. He worry was relieved when you let out laugh, removing you hand from his hair to cover your mouth.

“You’re funny.” you said through a fit of giggles. Steve smiled. He’s glad he got to see this side of you. Inside you were more glum but out here, just the two of you, you were a whole different person. The real you. Steve was about at say something else when the screen door snapped open. You two turn around and see Hooper standing in the doorway.

“Five, there you are. We are going home.” Hopper said. You reluctantly got up, not wanting to leave Steve but Hopper said you have to go and you always listen. You were oblivious to the glare Hopper sent Steve’s way and Dustin and El peaking through the window, watching the interaction between you and Steve.

“Goodbye. Steve, the Hair.” You said to him and follow Hopper inside.

“Goodbye, Y/N” Steve said to no one but the back door you left from. Steve sighed and made his way back to the inside.

“Dude!” Dustin was immediately on Steve integrating him. “You like Five.” He taunts with kissy faces.

“No I don’t, and her name is Y/N.” Steve scoffed.

“Oh shit! She has an actual name. Also, Yes you do. You were all blushy and shit.” Dustin protested “And, You let her touch your hair.” Dustin smirked knowingly.

“Shut up, Henderson.” Steve walked away.

—

Back in the car, you were looking out the window excited to go home and finally rest.

“I saw.” Eleven said, leaning over to whisper in your ear. She had a smile on her face, you were glad she was happy.

“Saw what?” You asked.

“You and Steve. Outside.” Eleven clarifies. “You like him how I like Mike.”

“No.” you shook your head. “We were talking. Like a friend.”

“No you have a crush.” Eleven smiled wider

“Crush?” you scrunched your eyebrows

“Yes. Nancy says that’s what happens when two people like each other.”

You sat for a minute, taking in Eleven’s words. Maybe you do like Steve? But you have never liked a boy before. Being around Steve does make you feel different, maybe you fo have a crush on him. You sigh. This is confusing.

“Secret?” You ask Eleven and she nods. “He called my smile pretty.” You blushed at the memory you had less than 30 minutes ago.

“See. He crushed you.” Eleven said with giddy

“He crushed me.” You smiled. There was a beat before you spoke up again. “I know my name.” You said. Eleven looked at you confused.

“It’s Five?” She said

You shook you head no. “My name, like your name Jane.” You pointed to El. Eleven’s eyes widen finally understanding. “It’s Y/N.” You said.

“Y/N” Eleven said, looking in shock. “You remembered?”

You nodded with a smile. “Steve said it was pretty too.” You let out a yawn and looked back out winding, watching the swirl of trees as you drove by.

SECOND PART OUT NOW

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