#this song w this fic HELP MEE

[uc1wa]

oh god this song w this

18+ minors dni

tags: fem reader, oral sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (pulling out), alcohol, dick (being a slut), frats (?)

dick grayson had a questionable reputation on campus. playboy, daddy’s money, beer pong champ, finance bro, and the king of hookups and god does everybody he’s been with know. there’s a reason all of his previous partners shoot him 2am texts asking what he’s doing.

but tonight he has his eyes on you.

loud music blasts in the frat house that feels awfully tiny with the mass of half naked people who are standing and grinding inside of it, random strobe lights are placed in all corners and the theme of "save a horse, ride a cowboy" is obnoxiously obvious with random cowboy hats hanging on walls and flannels being worn by everyone.

you were dragged by your friends to attend this party, one of which you’d never attend, knowing the man-whore personality of the house you’re standing in right now.

you’re leaned against a counter, solo cup of jungle juice in your hand as you’re buzzed, but still aware enough to know you still don’t want to be here.

the only thing giving it away is your bored expression—because your shorts that are uncomfortably too short, the tied flannel, and cowboy hat on your head tell a different story.

people watching was fun at parties, the outfits, the who’s talking to who, and the who’s dragging who upstairs was entertaining to your tipsy self.

your eyes didn’t spot the ravennette who was familiar with everybody coming towards your way till he was beside you, his body heat radiating onto yours and his breath against your neck as he tries to talk to you.

and the appeal of the man wasn’t hard to understand. he’s wearing a white crop top that his abs are peaking out of, an open flannel and jean shorts that show his quads beautifully.

everyone thought the man was hot, but to be attracted to him was another thing.

"can’t tell if you look lost or don’t wanna be here anymore," the smell of liquor too apparent in his breath that touches your neck, making you slowly meet his blue eyes and obnoxious smirk.

you only raise a brow, scoffing and leaning into his ear now. "don’t wanna be here," you say, leaning back on the counter.

and if anybody knows dick, you know he gets what he wants, and tonight his eyes are on you and your pretty tits that are held up by a push-up bra that you obviously wore for him, he just knows it.

he leans over again, this time snaking an arm around your back and moving his fingers along the exposed skin. "c’mon, i gotta room upstairs that’s practically sound proof." and honestly, you wouldn’t put it past him. the man has money to spend, and maybe he did soundproof his single in his frat house, just because he can. or, maybe he says that so that you can scream and his brothers can fist bump him in the morning. who knows?

but your mind is a little hazy and your speech a little slurred and dick’s arm doesn’t feel awful around you, so you lean in again, this time with a grin playing on your lips. "what’s in it for me?"

dick’s eyebrow arched, his smirk upturned and his hand tightening around your back at the question.

"wanna find out?"

and a few more teasing words of banter were said, a shot thrown down both of your throats, and a few inappropriate gropes placed on your body before he had your hand in his, leading you up stairs shamelessly while smiling at his friends on the way.

dick’s door closes with a kick of his foot, not locking it because… why would he? he doesn’t care if somebody walks in on the two of you.

when he turns around and you’re sitting on the bed for him, he’s grateful you’re wearing skimpy clothes, less hassle and easier access. he can only smirk, asking himself how dumb you are, you obviously dressed like this for him.

the man walks over, kicking his shoes somewhere in the dark room and slipping his flannel off, his biceps seem bigger than they did in your finance class you had with him last semester. his hands are big, veiny and long and fuck they feel good when he cups your face, looking down at you and moving his knee to spread open your thighs.

his thumb moves to your bottom lip, pressing the soft skin until you open your lips all pretty for him, taking his thumb in your mouth and sucking.

"good girl," he says, the hand that’s not cupping your cheek going down to unbutton his jean shorts.

then, dick takes a step back, slipping his thumb from between your lips and moving to the other side of the bed, sitting down and looking at you expectantly. "c’mon, show me more of your pretty self," he leans back on the heel of his hands, his broad chest sticking out and his lap looking like the perfect seat right now.

and all you can do is nod with wide eyes and listen to the man who was slowly but surely talking his way into your pants.

his dark blue eyes watch as you rid yourself of the cowgirl boots you were wearing. he licks his lips when you take your flannel off, eyes darting down to your hands that fumble to take your shorts off. you stand there with your cowboy hat sitting on your head and dick chuckles, "you’re doing real good with the theme, y’know?" he slurs.

you roll your eyes, "not proud of it," you slur right back, stepping forward while placing your knees on either side of his hips, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in.

"i’ll make you proud," dick says, his big hands resting on your hips, fingers playing underneath your thong that should just be considered a string at this point.

he leans forward, biting your bottom lip enough to make you whimper before he attacks your lips, forcing his tongue in and kissing you sloppily. saliva coating both your lips, threatening to spill out by how feverish his force is, his hand pushing you against his cock that’s already hard. and jesus you’re glad you wore the stringy panties you decided on because the feeling of him—even through the shorts he’s still wearing is painfully delicious.

you pull back, eyes half lidded and view not as straight as a sober persons, "gonna make me wait?" and maybe if you were sober the quickness of dick’s moves would seem normally paced, but he was quick to push you off of him to the side of his bed and throw his shorts to the side, followed by his boxers. all he’s wearing is a little white crop top and fuck he looks real good.

he’s toned and defined beautifully. not jacked like some guys are, letting it know that they’re juiced up. no, dick was the most naturally beautiful man to exist. (unfortunately, you weren’t the first to realize that… and definitely won’t be the last).

you lean back on your palms this time, watching him walk over to you painfully slow, his cock hardened all for you. "take a picture, it’ll last longer," he smirks, climbing on top of you while pushing you down and letting your legs wrap around his waist that feels so small in comparison to his broad shoulders. he takes your cowboy hat off, setting it to the side because that will definitely come back up.

you roll your eyes for what feels like the hundredth time tonight, arms wrapping around him and lips reconnecting again. the man is quick to arch your back off the bed, one finger sliding behind you to unclip your bra—which almost feels sickening how fast he was to do so—but your brain doesn’t let that register with the alcohol in your bloodstream.

dick remembers your words from earlier, gonna make me wait? and next thing you notice when you look down is your bra thrown on the ground and dick’s lips on your stomach, kissing down with hands on either side of you on the mattress until he’s sat at your pussy that’s embarrassingly wet for him.

"next party’s on thursday, you should come out," he starts while tugging your panties to the side with a curl of his index finger. "dress real pretty for me again."

and dick says that to every girl, sometimes giving a hint on what he wants them to wear, knowing once he hits, he will always quit and find the next person untouched by him.

"i’ll think about it," you say, broken into a whimper as his lips are quick to suck on your clit and his index and middle finger plunge into your wetness. if the music wasn’t booming from downstairs, maybe the sounds of your wetness would be more embarrassing, but dick just thought it was hot and your moans were real pretty.

and again, if you were sober, you’d probably arch a brow at the minimal time dick stayed down there, but you weren’t and were real hungry for him to fill you up.

"show me what the hype’s about," you say as he climbs up to you, one arm beside your head and one groping one of your breasts enough to illicit small whines from your throat. "i’ll see if you can handle it," he says cockily, voice dripping in ego as the hand that’s groping your breasts goes down to line his cock up with your hole.

in one quick motion he’s filling you up, your back arching off the bed and a loud pitched moan leaving your lips with eyes squeezed shut. dark blue eyes watch your face, cocky smirk not leaving his lips for a minute until he’s sucking on your neck. dick is shameless, he’s purposely leaving marks wherever he wants on your body, knowing he won’t let you do the same even if you tried.

the man above you is going to make sure you remember him fucking you, even if it’s just by you waking up with blotches on your neck and chest in the morning.

"too much?" he asks teasingly, showing no remorse with the deep groans he spills out with every time he fills you up. and dick is girthier than you thought he’d be, everytime he pushes into you feels like the first no matter how wet you are. it feels like he’s ripping you open with the hard and fast pace he’s maintaining.

an answer to his question is impossible, the only sounds are moans and whimpers, more so when his lips are on yours. your sounds mixed together are delicious to your ears and you pull him closer, sweaty body’s and breath tasting like liquor feels intoxicating.

he flips you both over with ease, his toned back resting on his mattress and pillow with you on top now. a loud groan escapes your lips, his full length filling you up but from another position was brutal at first. dick gave you a few more seconds to adjust before his big hands guided your hips up.

"you got it baby," his voice is low and full of desire, blue eyes taking over your frame that feels made for him. one hand comes off your skin to grab the cheesy cowboy hat and he motions for you to put it on with a shit eating grin.

coming to realization, you roll your eyes, "really?" you ask, rolling your eyes with a small laugh. but you put it on, and then fall back onto dick, riding him slowly and at an angle that makes him hit the spot deep inside of you repetitively. "fuck, fuck, fuck," you moan, your eyes closing and neck thrown back from the delicious feeling.

while dick is groaning, he can only smirk up at you, knowing he’s getting exactly what he wanted when he chose the theme for the party that night. "you look so fuckin’ good, riding me so good, yeah?" he’s verbally and physically fucking you at this point.

"takin’ this cock so good, baby," he groans, feeling himself twitching and turning you back over again, so he’s on top when he finishes.

in no time dick’s pulling out to spill his cum all over your lower abdomen, chuckling to himself as he pulls off of you and looking down. it’s his favorite view, flushed red cheeks, chest heaving up and down (making your breasts look even more delicious), and his cum painting your sweaty body.

if he was feeling more like an asshole, he’d ask to take a picture. but he knew you were a nice girl from one of his past semesters and decided not to be a total dick.

"you look good," he says it like it’s a reminder, like you’re already supposed to know—because why else would you be in dick grayson’s bed if you weren’t hot? and he walks away, going to the bathroom that’s connected to his room and returning with a wash cloth, cleaning you up with a laugh. "i’m leaving after this," you say, wiping your lips with the backside of your arm.

and dick let’s out an internal sigh of relief at that, he hates when girls are insistent on spending the night or staying for more of the party, latched to him. "fine by me, want me to get an uber?" he asks, throwing the rag to the side and sitting there for another second, looking at your fucked out state—the one he put you into.

you nod your head, sitting up in the bed, knowing if you stay with spread legs that dick will attempt a round two before the car he’s called you gets here. "wanna hand me my clothes?" you ask, not as slurred of words as before, the fucking sobering you up slightly.

"y’don’t wanna borrow a shirt?" because dick has a drawer full of old shirts from varying events on campus that he gives to his hookups, another reminder to everyone else that he’s the one who fucked you good tonight.

"fuck no," you roll your eyes, moving to get your clothes yourself and slipping them on as dick slips his boxers and shorts on, staring at you as you get dressed from the ledge of his bed.

the clothes weren’t as comfortable as what could’ve been a comfortable and baggy shirt, but you were trying to move as quick and invisible as possible out of the party and to the uber that just rang its arrival on dick’s phone. "it’s here," he says, standing up beside you and wrapping a hand around your waist. "sure you don’t wanna spend the night?"

"positive," the exact answer he knew he was going to get.

"this was fun," he says, leaning into you slightly. "you have my number, i’m always available," if it wasn’t dick, that sentence would’ve been cringey and gross, but his voice sounded too good right now and you nodded. "i’ll keep that in mind."

his hand moves to your cheek, tilting it to press a kiss to your face. "i’ll follow you out," which was code for you to leave and close the door behind you as dick freshens up.

and now you understand. dick knew how to fuck.

[cheeeryos]

do you have any tips on how to come up with a good fic title 😩 i've been struggling to name my fic i think i changed it 10 times and none of the titles are speaking to mee

ooh you’re right that it’s really hard sometimes! and yeah for some fics it might speak to me immediately and for others I do the same thing as you and change it 50 times while the W is IP. generally, there are three ways I think about naming a fic:

1. first, I try to come up with a single word or phrase that sort of sums up the theme of the thing! for example:

saliency = adam’s eyes being so noticeable to ronan when they’re masked up for covid reasons that it’s the only thing he can focus on

xenia = greek word for hospitality/welcoming strangers, in a fic where ronan comes to visit adam’s school and they also do some bonding/nerding out over classical statues on the campus.

two point perspective = type of linear perspective for drawing 3d that’s v helpful for architecture/civil engineering design, and also plays on the fact that adam and ronan were starting from opposite personal and also magical perspectives and had to learn to see the others’ point of view

2. if it’s an AU that’s based on some source text, I try to think of a word or phrase or quote from the original that fits well with the theme of the new fic

3. if all else fails, there is the old standby song lyrics or line from a poem that fits with the mood; although I tend to prefer shorter fic titles so I’ll sometimes go for a song title rather than a long line of lyrics (e.g., combat baby, rip it up, baby love)

but this is just my process for the titles I like! others may have other preferences, like something more abstract, or a line/fragment of prose from the actual fic.

[hopewritcs]

dancing in the kitchen. eight.

pairing: romantic steve x reader, familial dustin x reader

word count: 3.9k

summary: without giving too much away: the reader is Y/N Henderson, Dustin’s older cousin who’s staying in town, due to some family issues. takes place soon after s2.

note: ha ha ha i know it’s christmas in this fic and it’s not even halloween rn but can’t argue w the timeline folks !!! anyway a bit of a time skip between the last chapter and now, just for the sake of the world.  also this is a long chapter but i’m super proud of it. um also check out the mixtape ft in this chapter HERE !!  

other chapters: masterlist

tag list: @stevieboyharrington, @lola-winston-harrington, @fuckthatfeeling​,@thekidsofneibolt, @labgeek, @tyedyedstars, @samisimportant, @madhatterweasley, @pity-mee, @l4life, @veryweirdintrovert,@restlessmelodrama @darkuserboxes,@princessnancy, @hipsmcgee, @wtf-richarddd @honey-your-bee-puns-sting @whataloadofmalarkey @queenlalybug @im-a-stranger-thing @bilesxbilinskixlahey (if you wanna be added to the tag list, let me know!!)

It was Christmas Eve Eve and Y/N was wondering just how to get her presents wrapped.  She wasn’t exactly a pro at wrapping presents--her mother usually had one of the nannies or maids throw the wrapping together for the big elaborate Christmas tree decorations.  But now that Y/N was in Hawkins, she wanted to do it herself.  She couldn’t very well ask her Aunt to wrap presents she would be sticking under the tree for her, now could she?  

It was nearly a week since Y/N and Steve had their almost kiss.  She couldn’t even look at him after it happened.  Stupid childhood crush.  She cursed herself for even thinking about it then.  And again and again every time that dumb face came into her mind.  Just move on already.  You didn’t even kiss him.  She wanted to forget about it.  But damn that stupid boy, Steve Harrington, for getting wrapped up in her mind.  

“Y/N!  Honey, what are you doing?” she heard her aunt knock on the door and Y/N unceremoniously laid herself across the half wrapped presents on the floor in her room.  When her aunt got the door open, she raised an eyebrow at her niece’s position.  “You okay?”

“Fine, Aunt Claudia!”  Y/N exclaimed.  “Leave now or have your christmas presents spoiled!” she shooed, waving one hand wildly toward the door.  Her aunt just stood there laughing and shaking her head.  “Ugh!  Do you not want surprises?” she exclaimed once more, glaring at her aunt.  

“Sorry sweetie.  Lunch will be ready soon, then we’re going to the Wheeler’s for their celebration with everyone.”  her aunt was still near tears, clutching her stomach with her free hand as she was laughing.  “I’ll leave you to it.”  she said, closing the door behind her.  

“Thank you.”  Y/N called sheepishly after her aunt left before sitting back up.  She only had a couple of presents left to wrap.  She’d save the best ones for last, and already had stuff wrapped for everyone else to take to the Wheeler’s house.  And by “wrap” most of that stuff was just in bags for the kids and her friends.  She figured they didn’t care about pretty perfect wrapping paper.  But she wanted things to look perfect for her family.  After all, this was the first Christmas she’d had in forever that felt like Christmas.  

She managed to get most of the presents wrapped before her aunt called her down for lunch.  She put them back in her closet and skipped down the stairs, jumping off the bottom step and passing Dustin on her way to the table.  

“So what’s the Wheeler’s party like?”  Y/N asked as she took a bite of her sandwich.  

“It’s awesome!  We spend the whole time in the basement playing games and exchanging presents.  The adults stay upstairs and do boring stuff.”  Dustin explained, nodding his head with a mouthful of food.  

“Gross Dustin.  Chew before you talk, please.”  Y/N made a face at him, waving her napkin in his face.    

“You can’t tell me what to do.”  Dustin called, laughing as he made faces at his cousin.  

“Dustin, chew before you speak.  No one needs to see food half-chewed in your mouth.”  Claudia spoke up from her side of the table, where she’d been feeding Tews scraps from her plate.  

“See.”  Y/N sing-songed, making a face at Dustin across the table.  In reply Dustin just stuck his tongue out at her and continued to eat.  

“We need to leave in fifteen minutes.  I’ll get everything into the car while you two kids clean up from lunch and change.”  Claudia said after a couple minutes of silence.  The kitten purred as he circled her feet while they moved around the room.  Claudia gathered a couple of the presents and went out to the car as Y/N got up and began clearing the table.  

Dustin gathered what was left on the kitchen table, dropping it on the counter next to Y/N.  “Last minute wrapping!”  he shouted, racing up the stairs and trying to take them two at a time.  

Y/N simply shook her head at his movements before cleaning the dishes.  She left them to dry in the rack and then went upstairs to change.  

Donning a new dress of her favorite color, and some black kitten heels Y/N grabbed the presents she had gotten for everyone and went back downstairs.  She put the bags in the backseat before sitting up front in the passengers seat beside her aunt.  

The ride wasn’t even ten minutes, but it was filled with Christmas songs from the radio.  Along with the off-key singing of the Henderson family.  Laughter echoed through the streets from the rolled down windows of the car as they pulled into the Wheeler driveway.  

Dustin was the first out of the car, not stopping to grab the presents he’d brought before running into the house calling a hello to Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler.  He bounced down the basement stairs right away to his friends.  

Y/N gathered as many presents as she could hold, following her aunt into the house.  She greeted everyone with a quick hug and kiss on the cheek as she made her way to drop off the presents, putting the ones she got for everyone in the corner to remember to give them all later on.  

An hour later, it seemed like everyone else was showing up to the party.  Y/N was sitting on the couch with Nancy and Jonathan as they watched the kids get together.  While the Henderson’s were the first to show up, everyone followed closely after.  The last of the kids running in being Max, ducking quickly down into the basement with a wave to the teens on the couches.  

“Alright kids get up here!  It’s present time.”  Mrs. Wheeler shouted down the stairs and then turned around, waving her hands at the teens on the couch.  “Rearrange everything.  Jonathan, help Nancy grab some extra seating from the dining room.  Y/N can you start grabbing some presents.  And Steve, go grab the kids and make sure they’re heading upstairs.”  

Y/N turned at the mention of Steve, confused because she hadn’t seen him arrive.  But it looked like he had just gotten there, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it on the hook by the door.  He caught Y/N’s gaze and raised his hand in greeting before heading down the stairs calling for the kids to grab their shit.  

Y/N shook her head, sending a death glare to Nancy.  Who had not mentioned that Steve was going to be there.  Then again, maybe Y/N should have known when they said that everyone was going to be there.  Everyone, in this group, seemed to include Steve Harrington.  And Y/N was going to have to deal with that.  Even if it meant not talking about her feelings and avoiding them until they bubbled over--which they wouldn’t.  Y/N was sure of that.  She would definitely get over Steve Harrington.  And their almost kiss.  

Y/N shook the thoughts out of her head as she sat down on the floor, beginning to organize presents.  Thankfully, each was labeled with who it was for, so that wasn’t difficult.  The problem was there were a lot of people to hand them out to.  So when she saw the kids heading upstairs, Y/N called for help and Dustin and Mike came over.  They began handing out presents as Y/N finished her piles.  It went by quickly, and soon everyone was opening presents.  The whole house seemed to be filled with laughter, happiness, and the sounds of wrapping paper and tissue paper being crumpled up and dropped to the floor ( or, in some cases, tossed at someone else ).  The kids were enjoying every moment of opening their presents, and the adults were looking on as they did so saving their own presents for after the kids had finished.  

Y/N sat on the couch with the other teens, squeezed in between the edge of the couch and Nancy.  She laughed along with Nancy as she watched the kids rip open the presents, commenting on sweaters and comics and other such things the adults had given them.  

Only when the floor seemed to be piled with paper did Mrs. Wheeler head into the kitchen to grab a garbage back, passing it from each kid to make sure they got the wrapping in it.  Then, once it was all cleaned up the kids were free to go back downstairs each holding onto their new presents.  The teens followed them down to the basement, wherein it looked like the kids were going around handing out presents to each other.  

“You didn’t get us anything?”  Steve teased, sitting at the bottom of the staircase as he watched the kids move around.  

“Yeah we did.  It’s called friendship.”  Dustin grinned at Steve.  Steve made a face, waving Dustin off as he laughed.  

“So how did you guys split up presents?  Or did you get everyone something?”  Y/N asked, curling up on the arm of the couch as she watched them move about.  

“Well we do a Secret Santa.  Bunch of names in a hat.  Used to have Nance and Jonathan too, but they’re all lovey dovey now.”  Mike explained, making a face as he pointed toward his sister and best friend’s brother.  “So we put everyone’s name on paper and grabbed at random.  The whole key is to see if you can guess who got you what.”  Mike nodded his head as he opened the present he received from his Secret Santa.  

“Oh shit, I almost forgot.  I didn’t give you guys my stuff upstairs.”  Y/N chastised herself as she ran back up the stairs, grabbing the bag of things for the kids before heading back down.  She handed the gift bags out to each kid and smiled.  

“So when we open presents Christmas morning I’m gonna see all your stuff to me in bags?”  Dustin questioned, shaking the bag Y/N handed him.  She lightly flicked his shoulder, sticking her tongue out at him.  “Ouch.  It’s just an observation.”  She giggled before walking over to Jonathan and Nancy and handing them their own bags as well.  

When she moved back to Steve, Y/N shrugged.  “I didn’t know you were gonna be here.”

“Don’t sweat it.”  Steve said, shaking his hand at her with a smile.  “It’s okay.” 

“When it’s time to leave you can follow us back to the house.  I have your present there.  No one told me you were going to be here so I just...didn’t bring it.”  Y/N answered with a kind, sorry, smile.  

His eyes perked up as he glanced up at her.  “You didn’t have to get me anything, Y/N.  Seriously.”  

“Yes I did.”  Y/N smiled, taking a seat next to him.  She glanced back over at Dustin--who was completely enamored with the hermit crab she’d gotten him and showing it off to his friends.  “You do a lot for Dusty, you’re kind of his hero.  But don’t tell him I said that.  Plus, it’s the holidays.  You’re a friend.  Presents are happening.”  

“Well thanks, Y/N.”  Steve nodded in her direction, holding her gaze for a minute.  Y/N could feel her cheeks heating up from the look Steve was giving her, so she cleared her throat and excused herself back to the couch.  She glanced back over at Steve when she knew he wasn’t looking in her direction.  

Damn this stupid crush.  

Another two hours passed by and the adults were gathering kids up to leave.  Everyone said their goodbyes upstairs, the kids thanking Y/N for their presents and the other adults.  And, they figured out who had given who what for their Secret Santa.  Which would have proved a better “secret” if they hadn’t written the names on the cards themselves.  

Y/N pulled her aunt aside as she was putting on her coat.  “Aunt Claudia, is it okay if Steve comes over for a little bit.  I forgot his present at home and instead of waiting I figured I could just give it to him now.”  She asked, giving her aunt her best puppy dog eyes.  

“Steve is welcome any time.  He should know that.”  Claudia explained, glancing over at Steve with a grin as she said that.  

“I do.  Thanks so much Mrs. Henderson.”  Steve nodded, slipping on his own coat.  “Want a ride over?”  Steve asked Y/N.  

“Can I come too?” Dustin asked, bounding over, holding tightly to his presents.  

Before Steve could answer, Claudia put a hand on her son’s shoulder and shook her head.  “Sorry Dusty, I need your help with all the presents in the car.”  She gathered what she could in her hand as she ordered Dustin to grab his own things.  “Thanks Karen, Ted.  It was wonderful as always.”  

“Did you see what Y/N got me?  He’s so cool.  I’m naming him Dug after Dig Dug.”  Dustin continued to explain to his mother as he walked out to the car with the presents in his hand.  

“Thanks for having us Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler!”  Y/N said, giving each of them a hug before hugging her best friend tightly.  “Merry Christmas Nance.”  

“Merry Christmas Y/N.” Nancy replied, holding her friend tightly.  “I’ll call you as soon as we’re back from my grandparents house.  Should be back right before the New Year.”  she said, pulling away from Y/N and then giving Steve a quick hug.  “Merry Christmas Steve.”  

“Merry Christmas Mike.”  Y/N said, giving him a hug as well.  

“You too, Y/N.  Thanks again for the presents.”  He exclaimed, holding on tightly to the figures she’d given him from the latest Star Wars film.   

“Don’t mention it.”  she smiled.  

“Later Steve.”  Mike exclaimed with a wave before heading upstairs, Nancy close behind.  

Then Steve and Y/N headed out to his car, and Steve stopped to open the door for her.  She smiled, calling a soft thanks to him as he rounded to the other side.  

The drive back to the Henderson house was silent.  Not awkward or bad, but silent.  Music flowed through the radio quietly, and the heat was on in the car.  But neither Y/N nor Steve made any motion to speak.  

When they pulled up to the house, Y/N opened the door.  “Wait here.”  she said, shedding her jacket and leaving it on the banister before running upstairs.  She found the present she got Steve in it’s own little bag.  When she came back downstairs she held it out for him.  “It’s not much.”  she explained, leaning against the banister as she watched him open it.  

She’d made him a mixtape of a couple of songs.  Which was cheesy as hell, and more inclined toward the romantic side, but Y/N had already started on the mixtape before any sort of feelings had occurred.  Before the aforementioned almost kiss that was still playing on repeat in her mind.  Damn you stupid crush.   

“A mixtape?”  Steve asked, holding up the cassette with her handwritten note explaining each song on the front.  

“Don’t make fun of me!”  Y/N said, grabbing for the present she’d just handed over.  Despite the fact he was chuckling at her reaction, Steve wasn’t making fun of her.  He held the tape out of reach as she continued to jump.  “If you keep laughing I’m taking it away from you.”  Y/N exclaimed.  

“You made me a mixtape.”  Steve spoke again, glancing at the writing.  He was curious, and made his way over to the boom box in the kitchen.  Taking out whatever tape was in there, Steve stuck the one Y/N made for him in there and hit play.  

Soon, music filled the kitchen softly and Steve grabbed Y/N’s hand spinning her around to the music.  They danced around the kitchen, shoes kicked off as the first song played.  Continuing to dance until Y/N stopped suddenly.  

“Come on Steve, stop.”  Y/N giggled, putting her hands on his shoulder, which he turned into a spin.  “Seriously!”  she exclaimed.  

“Admit it, you’re having fun.”  Steve told her as he spun her out again, looking at her face as she smiled.  

“Fine, I’m having fun.  But you’re going to ruin the rest of the songs if you listen to them all now.”  Y/N pointed out, taking a breath as she looked at him.  

“You made me a mixtape.”  Steve repeated, his eyebrows scrunched up together as if he was asking a question instead of telling her a fact.  

“Yes.  I happen to love mixtapes.” Y/N admitted.  She always carried some with her when she was going anywhere.  They were perfect for her walkman when she needed to just listen to music and escape.  

“You do that a lot, huh?”  Steve asked her.  When she looked at him funny he elaborated.  “Listen to music to escape?”  

She’d said that out loud?  Instead of denying it, Y/N nodded.  “It’s a good release.  Dancing it out to some good music.”  

Steve nodded.  “I remember.  When I came by Dustin’s that night you were dancing in the kitchen too.”  

“You remember that?  All I remember is the part where I fell flat on my ass.”  

“Nah, you looked good.”  

Y/N stopped mid movement, looking up at Steve.  Her heart was racing--both from dancing around the kitchen and from what he had just told her.  Blinking, Y/N looked at him.  “You were watching me?”  

Steve had stopped moving, leaning against the kitchen counter as he looked at her.  “You looked so happy.  Just you moving around the kitchen.  I was just like...I want to know her.”  he explained, scratching the back of his neck as he spoke.  “And now I do.”

“And now that you know the crazy girl dancing in the kitchen?”  Y/N asked, lifting her gaze from where it had fallen to her feet.  

“I like her.  She’s actually pretty great.” 

Her heart stopped.  She blinked a couple of times, his words repeating--echoing--in her ears.  “You...?” 

“Like you.”  Steve finished, nodding his head to confirm the fact.  God, why did he feel so awkward all of a sudden?   He felt nervous telling Y/N that he liked her.  He’d been sure of it after he almost kissed her, but now actually confessing to her?  When she didn’t respond right away, Steve took a step forward and placed his hand on her arm.  “Y/N?”  he asked softly, looking at her.  

Pounding.  Her heart was pounding.  “You like me.”  she spoke slowly, as if confirming the fact once more in order to understand her thoughts.  

“And you?”  Steve prompted, hoping to God he didn’t just ruin whatever moment they’d been having.  

“I like you too.”  Y/N said softly, holding Steve’s gaze.  

It was as if relief fell over Steve, his face relaxed and he grinned at her.  “Well I just needed to make sure.  Cause after we almost kissed you seemed to be avoiding me.”  

“I just didn’t want things to be weird or anything.”  Y/N said, placing her hand on top of the one he had on her arm.  “I like you, I just didn’t think you’d like me too.”  

“Not like you?  You’re pretty amazing, Y/N Henderson.”  Steve said, letting out a breath.  

“You’re pretty amazing too Steve Harrington.”  Y/N replied.

Then, Steve leaned in and kissed Y/N as the mixtape continued to fill the kitchen with music.  Her heart may have been pounding before but it was racing even faster with the kiss.  She leaned in closer to him as she kissed him back.  

Steve pulled away, leaving both himself and Y/N with smiles on their faces.  

“Is it bad to say I didn’t get you anything for Christmas?”  Steve broke the silence, chuckling softly as he looked at Y/N.  

As Y/N leaned in to kiss Steve again, they both heard a noise and turned toward the stairs.  

“Ew gross."  Dustin made a puking sound as he hopped down the stairs looking between his cousin and his best friend.  “Are you dating now or something?”  

Steve’s eyes glanced toward Y/N as they both stood their silently.  Were they dating?  Y/N wasn’t sure.  Sure they liked each other but that didn’t mean they were like officially official or anything.  

“We are.”  Steve answered after a minute, then looked back at Y/N.  “You want to, right?  Be my girlfriend, I mean.”  Steve asked, smiling at her aware that he’d just jumped to answer before checking with her.  

“Yeah, I want to be your girlfriend Steve.”  Y/N answered, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before looking back at her cousin.  “Is this a problem?”  she asked, raising an eyebrow at the younger boy.  

“Yes.  Now I owe Mikey and Will five bucks.  They said Steve was gonna ask you out before the New Year.  I had money on New Years Eve.”  Dustin exclaimed, dropping his arms down against his sides as he looked between the two teens.  

“You bet money on us?” Y/N said at the same time Steve asked.  

“What did everyone else say?”  Y/N shot Steve a look for asking, but still turned to look at Dustin.  

“Okay so El said you two were already dating but Max said it didn’t happen until the last DnD night.  Will said Christmas, and Mike said before New Years.  So I don’t know which one of them won, but one of them did.  I said New Years Eve, y’know midnight kiss and all.  And Lucas said it wouldn’t happen until like mid-January.”  Dustin explained.  “Now we all owe Mike and Will.”  He put his hand over his head and then glared at Steve through his fingers.  “You couldn’t have waited until New Years buddy?”  

“How was I supposed to know you were betting on me and your cousin?”  Steve exclaimed, shaking his head with laughter.  

“You just were!  And I was supposed to win.”  Dustin sighed, slumping down into the chair at the kitchen table.  

“Sorry Dustin.”  Y/N said, putting her hand on her cousin’s shoulder.  “But about us dating.  It’s not weird for you or anything, right?”  she asked again, wanting to make sure her cousin was going to be fine if she began dating someone who he was close to.  

Dustin looked up at her, shaking his head.  “Are you kidding?  That’s so fine!  I mean, gross.  Don’t kiss in front of me again.  Ever.  But it’s all cool.”  Dustin answered.  

Y/N glanced at Steve, shrugging her shoulders.  Meanwhile Steve just leaned in to kiss her again, much to Dustin’s dismay.  As the pair kissed, they could hear Dustin shouting at them while he stomped up the stairs.  

“Gross.  Couldn’t just warn me.  Had to go and plant on one her didn’t you Harrington?”  He stopped, then turned and looked at the two.  “Also if you hurt her I’ll kill you.”  Dustin finished, then went back upstairs for good.  

“Did he just give me the big brother speech?  At thirteen?”  Steve asked, looking up the stairs to where Dustin had vanished.  

“You bet your ass I did!”  Dustin called.  

“Hey don’t eavesdrop!”  Steve replied.  

“Whatever.”  Dustin said before closing his bedroom door, leaving the two alone once more.  

Steve rolled his eyes at Dustin before turning his attention back to Y/N.  She smiled up at him and pressed her lips to his quickly.  “Merry Christmas Steve.”  

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”