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wol-fica · 9 months

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-𝕎𝕠𝕖 𝕀𝕤 𝕄𝕖?- ℙ𝕋𝟜

pairings - wenclair x daughter!reader

summary - closer comes with apologies to your mothers, but will that peace last?

warnings - none

an - you can read this while you wait for the new smut fic

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Humans are creatures of prescribed non-perfection.

No matter how hard one tries, they will never be the best version of themselves. They will never fit the puzzle piece of a perfect society member, and they will always have at least one thing wrong with them.

With you, your imperfections came at an alarming rate and were exceedingly wrong in most people’s eyes. Instead of playing with barbie’s as a kid, you played with knives and ouija boards. Instead of running around at the playground with Luka, you chose to snatch kids and drag them into the woods while they screamed and cried for their mommies. While every other “normal” child grew up to do normal things, you stuck with the abnormal side of the world.

In simple terms, you were just weird.

“I don’t understand.” Luka said, eyeing you carefully while you ate your salad, “You told mom and mama that you didn’t love them anymore?”

“Contrary, I just told them I wish they weren’t my parents.” You replied, chewing on a cucumber while you read your book.

“Basically the same thing.”

“No it isn’t.”

“Ehhh it sounds the same.”

“Luka.” You said, setting your fork down and turning to him, “Stop pestering me about it.”

“But-.” He started before trailing off when he saw the look you were giving him, “Okay.”

You nodded, reaching over to give his shoulder a gentle pat. He smiled at you, then turned back to his own lunch; raw cow thigh. It was still parents weekend, but the rest of your family wouldn’t be joining you until later for the carnival hangout.

You weren’t nervous, that’s not the word you would use, but you definitely were feeling uneasy about being around your parents. You knew how your mothers temper could get, especially if your mom was upset about something. You’ve never been in the line of fire with her temper, but you have witnessed the twins getting the heat on their necks from time to time.

To say it’s scary is an understatement, the way she yelled at them was a terrifying sight to see. Your mother was one of the very few things you were afraid of, hence why you steered clear of getting into trouble with her when she was angry.

Unfortunately, now you were the center of her frustration due to your honest comments about how you felt neglected, which ultimately leads to her being salty with you all of the carnival day. At the moment, Luka was dragging you around to each and every game he could find, your brothers are your heels while your parents trailed behind.

“Oooh, Y/N look! You could totally beat that one!” Louis said, pushing you towards an archery game.

You scowled, shrugging his hands off of you to turn to face the game clerk. He held his hand out for money to play, and Luka slapped five dollars into his hand with a smile.

“Our sister is gonna dominate this game.” Louis yelled, sneering at the game clerk.

“And she will make sure none beat her name.” Leo added on, a devious smile on his face.

“Ten for ten?” Luka asked from your right, watching as you picked up the cheap bow, “Should I bet on you?”

Your lips quirked into a small smirk, your eyes flickering to him, “If you do, you’ll definitely be rich.”

You drew back the first arrow, staring into your brother's icy blue eyes, and let go. The arrow flew forward, and pierced right through the center of the first target. Your brothers cheered, clearly happy with how your first shot went. To your left, you could just barely pick up on your mom lightly clapping, while your mother brooded next to her.

“Yeah, you will be rich.” You mumbled to Luka before hitting the next nine shots perfectly.

“That’s why you’re my favorite sister.” He chuckled, taking the large teddy bear from the now butthurt game clerk.

“I’m your only sister.”

“Exactly!”

You rolled your eyes, taking your bag from him and slinging it over your shoulder. Louis and Leo hurried past you and looped their arms into Luka’s, dragging him away towards an ongoing hotdog eating contest. You turned, just in time to see Wednesday hurry past you to follow them. Soon you were left alone with your mom, an awkward silence between the two of you.

“Your archery has gotten better.” Enid said, walking closer until she stood beside you, “Have you been practicing with Xavier’s daughter?”

“Yes, Mika has been giving me tips.” You replied, eyes trained on Luka stuffing his face with four hotdogs.

Another pregnant pause, one that made a bubbly feeling of anxiety rise in your throat. Your hands started to feel clammy, but before you could say anything, your mom beat you to it.

“I know you didn’t mean what you said.” She murmured, staring at you with warm eyes, “At least I hope you didn’t.”

You nodded, silently agreeing with her words. She smiled, and moved closer to bump her shoulder against yours in a playful way.

“Wednesday is upset,” She began, reaching out to brush a lock of hair behind your ear, “But I’m positive she would be happy if you apologized.”

You nodded again, sniffling softly as tears made their way to your eyes. Your mom picked up on that, and was quick to pull you into a hug. Your arms immediately went around her body, nuzzling your face into her chest for comfort as you tried to suppress your sobs.

“It’s okay.” Enid said, her lips pressing to your temple, “You are always allowed to cry.”

At her words you broke, letting the tears fall down your face and into her sweater as you hiccuped and cried into her chest. She rubbed your back, whispering words of comfort into your ear while she held you.

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered, tightening your hold on her, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean any of it.”

“I know, I know.” Your mom cooed, softly cradling your head, “It’s okay, I forgive you baby.”

You cried quietly, your sobs soon shrinking down to sniffles against her colorful sweater. She held you close, gently swaying from side to side to help calm you down. You vaguely heard footsteps approaching, but your senses were overwhelmed with tears and your mom that you couldn’t comprehend who they belonged to.

“Hey Y/N/N.” Enid whispered, giving you a small squeeze, “Wednesday is here.”

You sucked in a breath, leaning back to look up to your mother, meeting her black eyes. Her gaze was softer than usual, yet still held its brooding demeanor. You gulped, choosing to stare at the ground instead of her.

“I’m sorry…for saying what I said.” You mumbled, playing with your hands, “I didn’t mean it, and I never will.”

Enid had her hand on your back, gently caressing up and down to help calm you. You stood in silence, expecting your mother to rain hellfire down on you, but nothing came.

Instead, she moved forward and pulled you into her arms, giving you a tight hug. You stiffened, unsure of what to do since your mother almost NEVER gave hugs. She held you, pulling your body close to hers.

“I forgive you.” Wednesday said, pulling back to look at you, “Thank you for apologizing.”

You nodded, feeling a bit awkward just standing there. Enid came up next to you, leaning over to whisper something in your mothers ear. She smiled and nodded, but before you could even question anything, Luka comes barreling out of nowhere with a trophy in his hand and mustard all over his face.

“I WON!” He screamed, almost tackling you to the ground, “158 HOTDOGS!”

“Amazing.” You said sarcastically, pushing him off of you, “You smell like mustard, get away from me.”

He gave you a cheesy grin and turned to your mom, showing her the trophy in which she squealed to. The twins ran up with their own miniature trophies, and soon the four werewolves were jumping up and down in pure joy. You scowled at the sight, glancing at your mother who wore the same exact look, and let out a little laugh.

“What’s so funny.” She asked, turning to you.

“None of your business.” You shot back.

“It is my business if you’re laughing at me.”

“Who said I was laughing at you? Is everything about you?”

Wednesday snorted, pulling you into a side hug with a kiss to the top of your head. You hummed, leaning your head on her shoulder while your arm went around her.

“Thank you for forgiving me.” You said, looking up at your mother.

“Of course, I’ll always forgive you.” She replied, a small smile at the sight of her family in front of her.

“I…I love you mama.” You mumbled, tucking yourself closer into her side.

Wednesday froze up, and looked down at you, taking in the fact you said that before smiling warmly.

“I love you too, bonita niña.”

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eyeofnewtblog · 7 months

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Things that happen at home:

So, my mom had her first symphony concert this weekend, and I’m happy to report that it was a smashing success.

What I personally thought was really cool is that the whole symphony is mostly older women. Most of the brass section was older men though, and you could tell that the trumpet and trombone players were having a great time with the music (lots of jamming out head and shoulders movement) and WOW that tuba player has A Set Of Lungs.

Honestly kinda makes me miss the days when Middle Sister would stand just outside my bedroom door and just BLAST through her practice session as fast as possible. Yes, she was a tuba player. Yes, she was in marching band and orchestra. Yes, I absolutely ran out screaming “MOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!” Every. Single. Time. No, that did not stop her in anyway whatsoever.

Anyway, there was also a cello soloist that performed with violin and viola accompaniment, and he was legitimately fantastic. I told my mom during intermission that she was better and she did her scrunch up face of You’re Full Of Shit But I Like The Support which was cute.

I was sitting next to my one of my cousins for the concert and we both kept side eyeing each other and giggling about how he was bobbing along and jamming out…for those of you that don’t know, it’s very easy to jam out and look cool when you have either a very small instrument or a very large instrument.

When you have a medium instrument, like a cello or French horn, you just look silly if you’re jamming out (saxophone is the exception) and my mom has this very…contained way of playing that looks intense but graceful and determined. So to see someone looking like they’re jamming out on an electric guitar while playing a cello was just…hilarious to us, because we’ve been watching my mom jam out for decades and never seen anyone look so goofy while sounding so good.

One of my moms work friends showed up, and she was an absolute delight. Complete sweetheart; it’s also really fucking funny to tease government contractors about their top secret clearances and joke about their projects or basically anything that they aren’t allowed to talk about. (I teased her specifically about being in the CIA because she does intelligence analysis; my husband and I have a long standing “argument” about if my mom works on quantum computers or making targeted ai satellite systems talk to each other, because honestly her PhD could easily allow for both) the goal is to make relatively small jokes and then drop it quickly because you don’t actually want them to violate their security protocols…but fucking hell if it isn’t fun to toe the line.

My mechanic husband had the dubious joy of teaching me how to jump start a car in the parking lot without jumper cables. (My car battery is in the fritz and needs replacement but we honestly thought it could wait another month or so…)

But basically you put the car in neutral, push it into a position that it can roll naturally downhill, then put it in either first gear or reverse (which ever way is down hill, basically) and release the clutch. I’m pretty sure this only works on automatic transmission vehicles, but I could be wrong and didn’t ask for clarification.

I’d like to point out that we were in a crowded parking lot with a perfectly functioning set of jumper cables. We could have absolutely asked any of the ten people walking by if we could get a jump. We could have waited for my cousin to come out, because we were parked right next to each other. But no. “What if you’re stuck by yourself? You pride yourself on being able to get out of anything.”

That man knows me too well.

Overall, great night. Fantastic concert, great learning experience, got to be an absolute little shit. 10/10, would do again.

#humans are space orcs #my mom is amazing as always #cello is the best instrument I’ll die on this hill #car trouble #marry a mechanic #trust me it works #but also #marry a plumber #either way you will never be helpless again

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space-invading-pigeon · 2 years

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Part two of this

Eddie pressed his folded hands to his lips in prayer, focused entirely on Steve as the other began his story.

"So it all started when one of my kids, Will, disappeared on his way home. I didn't know them, then, so I guess he wasn't my kid yet. Anyway, Will disappears, and Mo- his mom, Joyce, she flipped her shit."

"As any good mother should," Eddie agreed, earning himself a nod of approval from Hop.

"Yeah, but like, the whole town thought she lost it after two days. She kept saying that Will was in the lights, bought about six different boxes of Christmas lights and put them up in her living room to talk to him. She had another son, you remember Jonathan?"

"The same Jonathan I screamed at outside Len's place? Shaggy hair, definitely high, talks about knitting patterns a lot?" Eddie confirmed, causing Hop and Steve to scoff.

"Argyle is his partner from California. We'll get to that, don't worry," Steve promised with a snicker, sobering to continue. "Well, Jonathan and I were in the same grade, but I was- ah, more social? I was a dick, basically. Well, Jonathan showed up in the woods behind my backyard that week. He took a bunch of really creepy pictures on this old camera while I was having a party. We found out the next day at school, my friend Tommy saw them and showed me. We kinda gave him shit for it, it was creepy as hell."

"Aw, Jonathan. I thought he was cool." Eddie pouted; he really did like the guy. Steve shook his head, grinning.

"He was sixteen, Munson," Hopper groused. "I'm sure you weren't a walk in the park at sixteen, either."

"Nah, but I didn't take creepy pictures and show people."

"He wasn't showing anyone, Eds, Tommy went through his shit. I told you, my friends and I were... Not good, back then." Steve shifted on the couch, tugging on his sleeves and keeping his eyes low. Eddie felt his heart lurch at the sight, so he wriggled closer and draped his upper body over Steve's lap.

"Okay. Jonathan was kinda creepy, but he's cool now. You're good, too, Stevie." He said softly, smiling when that made the man relax. "Now, come on. Missing kid, creepy pictures?"

"Well, Nancy was pissed that we'd treated Jonathan like that, so we were arguing. She wouldn't answer my texts or calls, and then I got a message from Carol- she was Tommy's girlfriend and Nancy's neighbor- that Jonathan was sneaking out of Nancy's window. I got pissed, but I was just gonna dump her. Tommy found out because Carol's a fuckin' snitch, and he started telling everyone that Nance was a slut. I didn’t stop him, and I should have, but I was angry and I thought she was cheating on me so I didn’t. And Nancy confronted us at the movies, but I was still an asshole, so I told her it was probably true, and then Jonathan told me to stop, and I said- I-”

“That’s enough, Steve,” Hopper interrupted. Eddie glanced over, but Hopper’s grumpy disposition was replaced entirely with concern; Steve was trembling as he spoke. “I told you that we're not stupid. Tell me why.”

“P-people aren’t black and white,” Steve recited quietly. "I made a mistake but I fixed it." Hopper nodded firmly, and the exchange made Eddie smile.

“Do you want your dad to finish the story, honey?” Eddie prompted; Steve quickly shook his head, jerking to make eye contact with him.

"No. I’m fine, just needed a second.” Steve gave a heavy sigh, dragging his hands down his face. “Okay. I told Jonathan that Will probably ran away from his crazy-ass mom and creepy older brother. I accused Jonathan of- of molesting Will, and Jonathan punched me. We got into a fight, and then one of Hopper’s deputies showed up. Jonathan was kicking my ass, but he smacked the cop too, so he was cuffed. I ran away. I don’t- I have no idea what happened after that with everyone. But I felt bad, so I went to his house to apologize that night. I didn’t mean any of that shit I said, I knew it was wrong, but Nancy answered the door and I started to freak out at her. She was screaming at me to leave, and I panicked so I was screaming at her, and then she pointed a gun at me-”

“What the fuck, Steve, why are you still involved with this woman?” Eddie sighed heavily, squeezing Steve’s thigh. “You’re too good to people, Stevie.”

“I’m really not, Ed, but shut up, here’s the weird part. So she pointed the gun at me, and I screamed, and she told me to get out, so I started to get out, but then there was this noise and the wall opened up. It was like this film was between the wall and somewhere... else. And this thing, like, clawed its way out. It went straight for Jonathan, so Nancy shot at it, and then it went for Nancy, so I grabbed the bat from Jonathan and started swinging. There was a lot of screaming, but I guess the they had a plan to catch the monster? And we led it down the hall and into this bear trap.” Steve shuddered. “It was scary and terrifying and I ended up being smacked into a wall, kind of hard. But I woke up, and it was gone. Jonathan and Nancy were freaked out, I guess I’d been out for a few minutes longer than I thought. They helped me get to the couch and we waited for- I don’t even know what. But they made me stay awake until Hop got there, and Hop said I had a concussion. He made me go to Hawkins Lab, and he told me about all the stuff I missed out on.”

“There’s shit you missed out on?” Eddie exclaimed softly. He saw Steve’s hands trembling, so he picked one up and squeezed. “This is kinda wild.”

“No, I missed out on pretty much everything. I barely survived the horror movie. Side character at best. Dad, can you-”

“Experiment Eleven escaped containment. She opened a gate to an alternate dimension under duress; Nancy’s brother found her and hid her in their basement for a week. She has mind powers, like that one superhero with the robot boyfriend.” Hopper reported plainly. “She killed the- what did they call it, Steve?”

“Demogorgon.”

“Yeah, that. She killed it, got stuck in that alternate dimension, and it took her a little while for her to get out. While she was trying to get out, we worked on regrouping. Will was safe, the rest of the kids only had scrapes and memories. Steve had a grade two concussion, but they took care of him at the Lab, once they got rid of Brenner.” Hopper then pushed himself up. “I’ll be back in two weeks with El. We can prove ourselves then. Take care of my boy, Munson.”

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Steve watched as his dad shut the door behind him. Eddie was quiet beside him, squeezing his hand like it was something important. “I know it’s a lot to take in. And it sounds dumb. But I promise I’m not lying. Please believe me.”

“I believe you, honey, it’s just a lot. Interdimensional monsters? Magic girls? Experiment Eleven is El, your sister that doesn’t understand social norms?” Eddie paused, looking at Steve oddly. “Have you been telling me about your family by being vague? Is your little brother a magical boy?”

“No, he’s just a genius.”

“Oh. Great. So a superhero, an angel, and a genius. You and your siblings could take over the world.” Steve snorted, shoving Eddie without any force. “Seriously, Stevie, what the hell? How am I supposed to impress your mom if your siblings are- a superhero and a genius? Baby, it took me three tries to graduate high school, and I can’t kill monsters.” Eddie laughed softly, tugging Steve in for a hug.

“You kill the monsters in my nightmares, that counts for something.” Steve laughed, and relaxed finally. Eddie counted that as a win.

"Steve. This doesn't change anything. You're just a little more badass. But you only said you got hit once. You told Barry downstairs that you've had nine concussions, how'd you get the other eight?"

"I got one protecting my kid Lucas from a racist, one I got while being interrogated-slash-tortured by Russians underneath a mall, one from the time I almost got eaten in an alternate dimension, and the other four I got from my biological parents." Steve listed sleepily, and Eddie tensed.

"Your parents gave you four fucking concussions?"

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #roommates au #eddie and steve #the party #stranger things headcanons

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mqsi · 1 year

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hello! id like to request a angsty pedri fic! you're a huge pedri fan and you finally get a chance to meet him in person, but he just turns out to be a massive asshole. that wouldn't be a problem if you just didn't run into him everywhere you go.

i really like the last pedri fanfic you wrote (the one where he makes an insult and goes too far) so can this fanfic also have something like pedri calling the reader an annoying pest (something like that) because they keep running into each other when they both least expect it. your writing is absolutely beautiful btw, keep up the amazing work!

Hii,thank you sm, I’m glad you liked it! 🥹💞

I trully hope Pedri would never do this cause omg this was hard on me to write

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You were a big Barcelona fan, especially of a certain midfielder. You attended quite a few games at Camp Nou but was never in a situation to actually meet Pedri. But today was your lucky day when a well know green car passed you and soon made a stop. Other people recognized it as well and started making a crowd around it but you were quick enough to come in time.

Pedri lowered his windows, obviously not in the greatest mood. You handed him the phone to take a picture and just as you were about to slip from the crowd, someone pushed you and you dropped the phone into his car.

“What the hell?” He said, irritated.

“I’m so sorry, someone pushed me” you said, blush covering your cheeks. He basically threw the phone back at you, glaring at your direction. You ran off as soon as you grasped the phone. You were a bit disappointed about the encounter, you expected to be met with a cheerful Pedri, like the media shows him to be. You told yourself that he was just not in the mood and that you should be lucky to even meet him.

Little did you know that your favourite footballer will make your love for him bitter. Just two days later, as you were walking with your little cousin, you ran into Pedri’s car again. Your cousin screamed from excitment, pulling you towards the car so he can take a picture. As you slipped trough people, you saw Pedri was in a much better mood today, all smiles. But as you came to the window, his demeanor suddenly changed. He scrunched his eyebrows and you hesitated for a moment,before asking him to take picture with your cousin. He did but a frown never left his face. After that, you really started to think that it has something to do with you.

Things just started to get weirder. As you were sitting in the passanger seat, driving with your mom, you stopped at the red light. You looked to your right, only to be met with Pedri’s eyes. He looked at you, almost in schock that it was you again. You quickly turned your head, an uneasy feeling in your stomach. The next time it happened, you just wanted to cross the street but the car that stopped to let you pass was none other than Pedri’s.

Pedri and Gavi were sitting in a car, when Pedri practically jumped.

“Do you see that girl in a white hoodie that’s just now crossing?” He said, turning to look at Gavi. He lifted his eyes from the phone to look at you. You made eye contact with both of them. Gavi seemed completely uninterested while Pedri had a signature annoyed expression whenever you ran into each other.

“What about her?” Gavi asked.

“I can’t get away from her! I don’t know why we run into each other every fucking day”

Gavi just shrugged, not quite understanding why Pedri was fussing over this.

You were already completely devastated by the fact that you were annoying to Pedri, for no reason as well. But today was the last straw, it crashed you down all the way. You were in a rush, on your way to meet your friends in a diner by the beach when you bumped into someone on the crowdy Barcelona sidewalk.

“Woah, my bad-“ you said but words died out and mouth went dry when you saw it was in fact, Pedri again.

He completely stopped in his tracks, looking at you with so much irritation in his eyes.

“Have you dropped a tracker with your phone in my car or what?”

“I’m sorry, it’s really not intentional, I can’t control when we run into each other” you replied, just wanting the ground to swallow you whole. Pedri let out a sarcastic laugh, looking to the side for a moment. When his eyes met yours again, your stomack twisted.

“Then try to avoid me. It’s fucking annoying. You’re fucking annoying” he said and walked off. You stood there for a moment, a tear rolling down your cheek. The words carved themselves into your brain.

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#footballer imagine #pedri gonzalez #pedri fanfic #pablo gavi #pedri barça #pedri blurb #pedri angst #pedri being an asshole once again #x reader #gavi #pedriandgavi #pedri x you #pedri x reader #pedri one shot #pedri #pedrito

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erin-bo-berin · 2 years

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hi erin! i have a little request and it just hit me like an epiphany- and yk when those hit and your whole mind becomes occupied with it and starts imagining scenarios- yea like that,, so in this little epiphany-request it’s a little angsty but fluffy and it’s if steve and reader had a messy break up that caused her to move away for college or something, probably after vecna when steve maybe started drawing himself closer to nancy and reader saw it, and maybe that night there was a big blow up argument and the six little nugget topic w nancy came up in it, and they break up. then reader makes a choice to move to college to get a hold of herself, and maybe a year later she comes back for the holidays ‘cause the kids and robin have been pestering her for a while, and when she comes back all the kids + robin, and eddie who didn’t die cause im not mean like the duffer bros, plan a movie night or something and steve hasn’t been told anything so he’s obviously upset and like “why are all of you going together without me?” and he’s arguing cause he’s a big of a territorial bean when it come to his kids, and then after a while max gets rlly annoyed and starts yelling at him for driving her big sister figure out of town and not letting them enjoy a day with her, and he kinda just goes mum because holy shit she’s back and he has half a mind to run to her house -that he drives past every day ignoring the pain in his heart- and beg for your forgiveness ‘cause you left. you left and he didn’t realize how badly he needed you- and idk if this makes sense but maybe when they see each other they just stare and go like the shy hi’s? bonus if reader kept a necklace or smth that he gave him cause he’s just staring at it and he’s gonna burst into tears I know it.

gasps because that made my mind breathless- and like all my requests this is very chaotic ‘cause my thoughts are like dreams, if I don’t pen them down I forget! and i hate that,, please ignore this if you don’t like it and congratulations once more on 5k!! your steve x single!mom verse changed the steve fics for everyone <3 🪐

Gah thank you! I’m really loving this request by the way. This is gonna be so cute and fluffy by the end BUT WAIT there’s gonna be angst of course!

This was just the perfect gif for this LOOK AT THAT PUPPY DOG FACE

All Roads Lead To You

Steve Harrington x Reader

Voices were raised, doors were slammed and hearts were broken that fateful night.

“I have eyes, Steve!” you shouted, “I see how you look at her!”

“Y/N, it’s not like that, I promise!” Steve pleaded with you.

“You told her you saw yourself having kids with her!” you screamed.

When his mouth opened and closed, unable to deny it, you laughed bitterly. Tears were stinging your eyes, but you refused to cry in front of him. He didn’t deserve your tears.

“Yeah. Nancy told me. At least someone has the decency to tell me the truth.”

You were angry and hurt. You wanted Steve to hurt as much as you were. You’d spent the entire week watching your boyfriend with his ex-girlfriend. There was still something there, as much as it pained you to admit it. A person would have to be blind to miss that.

“You’re still in love with her, aren’t you?” you whispered.

His eyes, looking as defeated as you felt.

“I’m with you though, Y/N.”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” you said, pressing your lips together in a tight line.

You were practically grinding your teeth to a dust to try and keep from crying. You weren’t enough for Steve if he apparently was still in love with Nancy.

“I don’t know if I am, okay?”

He threw his hands up in exasperation.

“It’s not like I’ve cheated on you! I never would!”

You knew he was right, but this was almost worse. How much lower can one feel when they find out that the person they love doesn’t love you the same? You told him just as much.

“But it’s almost worse, Steve. How would you feel if you watched me getting close to my ex again? Probably like a knife to the heart, huh?”

He was quiet again.

“You basically admitted you wanted to marry her!”

“I know, I know. It just…came out,” he winced.

“Oh that’s rich,” you huffed, “Let me just go find Eddie and profess my undying love to him while we’re at it.”

“That’s not fair and you know it,” he scowled.

“Well now you know how I feel,” you crossed your arms, glaring at him, “Not to mention she’s in a relationship too, Steve! How is that fair to her either?”

“I don’t know, okay? I wasn’t really thinking,” he said, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Be honest with me. Have you ever really be invested in this relationship or was I just a distraction from her?”

“How could you even think that? You know I love you!” Steve grimaced.

“It’s hard to tell anymore,” you frowned, crossing your arms, looking away from him.

Just when you thought he couldn’t shatter your heart anymore, he succeeded in doing just that.

“Maybe…maybe we should see other people,” he said, running a hand through his hair.

“Yeah. Maybe we should,” you replied bitterly.

That is how the best relationship you’d ever had came to a horrifying, heartbreakingly abrupt ending.

•

You ended up moving away for college after your split from Steve. It hurt way too much to stay in Hawkins, having to run into him.

You have no idea what happened with him and Nancy. She was dating Jonathan after all, but who knows? Not that you cared. You threw yourself into studying, into parties, into work, anything that would help you forget about Steve, forget about Hawkins.

Summer break was coming up soon and you still hadn’t figured out your plans yet. Your roommate had invited you to vacation with her and her family, but you hated to be an imposition.

One phone call changed your course though.

You were studying for finals and had come to a much needed place for a break when the phone in your dorm rang. Your eyes were aching and had began to cross from staring at your text books for so long. You sighed in relief, even grateful for a telemarketer at this point.

Leaning across your bed, you grabbed the receiver, bringing it to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Well, look who’s alive!”

You smiled at the familiar, teasing lilt of your friend Robin.

“Hey, Robin,” you smiled, sitting back against your pillows.

“You don’t call, you don’t write, I’m starting to feel insulted, Y/N!” came a voice from the background.

You laughed, hearing Eddie’s complaints.

“I haven’t called for two weeks, not two years,” you chastised him.

“It’s been too long either way,” Robin said, “Oh the kiddos want to say hi.”

“Hi!”

“Y/N I miss you!”

“Come home already!”

“Hi Y/N!”

A chorus of mixed voices were faint over the line, but by the volume, you assumed that Robin had held the receiver up for the group.

“Hi guys,” you chuckled, “Tell them I miss them too.”

“She says she misses you guys too,” you heard Robin say, “Not sure why when you drive us crazy here.”

You laughed again, feeling a pang of homesickness. As much hurt that Hawkins had left you with, you missed the great group of friends you had. You’d especially missed the phone calls lately.

“Two weeks though? I was going insane thinking you died or something!” Robin exclaimed dramatically.

“I’m sorry, finals are coming up and I’ve been cramming for them. I’ve been living in either a state of stress or exhaustion when I’m not studying or sleeping.”

“You’ll ace them, I know it,” Robin replied, sounding certain, “Besides, then you can come home to us!”

You fingered the necklace that you always wore, even now. It was a simple heart locket that rested coolly against your skin as if it always belonged there. Steve had given it to you for your one year anniversary. You didn’t have the strength to part with it and the comfort it brought you to still wear it was surprising, considering you tried hard not to think about Steve.

“I don’t know…” you hedged, “I haven’t quite figured out what I’m going to do for summer break. My roommate invited me to go to Tahiti with her and her family.”

“Well Tahiti doesn’t have us, missy.”

You could hear the sass in her voice and it made you chuckle.

“That’s true.”

“Do I have to call in reinforcements to convince you to come home?”

You didn’t even have a chance to respond before you heard the chorus of voices pleading and begging with you.

“Please!” Max and El.

“Yes come home we miss you!” Dustin.

“Hawkins sucks with out you!” Lucas.

“I think I forget what you even look like, it’s been so long.” Mike.

“Please come home for the summer?” Will.

“Honestly, who’s gonna keep this kids in line if it isn’t you?” Eddie.

Robin knew your weak spot, that’s for sure.

“Well?” Robin pressed, coming back on the line.

“Okay, okay. I guess I’m coming home for summer break,” you relented.

You had to hold the receiver away from your ear at the shrieks and whoops of joy that came from the other end.

“You won’t regret it, I promise,” you could hear the smile in Robin’s voice.

“Hey, Robin? Could I talk to you alone for a moment?”

You heard her murmur something to the others and you heard a door click, so you assumed she’d moved to a more private place.

“If you’re going to ask how Steve is, he’s the same as always.”

You sighed.

“I’m that predictable, huh?”

“Pretty much,” she answered baldly.

“As much as I hate it, I still care about him,” you replied glumly.

“You don’t hate it, Y/N,” Robin said gently, “Honestly, I’d be more concerned if you didn’t care about him still.”

“Is he…seeing anyone?” you asked, almost afraid of the answer.

Out of the handful of times you’d asked Robin how Steve had been doing, you’d never asked if he was dating. But now, knowing you were returning to Hawkins in a few short weeks, you found yourself curious. You told yourself you were just preparing for the worst in case you ended up seeing him with Nancy or worse, another girl.

“If you mean Nancy, nah. That never happened. She’s still with Jonathan,” she answered nonchalantly, like she was giving you the latest weather report, “And before you ask, there’s no other girl either. He’s practically turned into a monk and it’s weird.”

You didn’t know how to digest all that information, so you did what you did best: ignore it.

“How’s work going?” you asked her, twirling the cord of the phone around your finger.

“If you think I didn’t notice your swift change of subject, I did. But since you’re my best friend, I’ll overlook it,” she huffed, “It’s going alright. Nothing exciting.”

You spent the next hour on the phone chatting with her about anything and everything. By the time you’d hung up the phone, your wariness about returning to Hawkins had dissipated.

It would do you good to see your friends.

•

It was Friday night and Steve couldn’t find any of his friends anywhere.

Nor could he get ahold of them.

He’d tried all the usual spots after he’d closed up after his shift at Family Video. He tried the mall, the arcade, the diner, even the Wheeler’s house—where the gang usually congregated. No luck.

Before he’d left work, he’d tried calling Robin. Then Eddie. Then Dustin. He even tried the Sinclair’s house and Max. Either they didn’t pick up or their respective families had told him they weren’t there.

He was absolutely mystified, especially when he found them all at Dustin’s house, having a movie night. Without him.

He was trying not to be hurt as he loved movie night with his friends.

“What are all you guys doing here and why didn’t I get an invite?” he frowned, “Also, I called you before I left work and you didn’t answer!”

He pointed an accusatory finger at Dustin who shrugged.

“Sorry, dude. We just got here.”

“Where have you been?” Steve asked, glancing around at them.

They all avoided his gaze and his suspicions rose.

“We had some errands to run,” Eddie shrugged, nonchalantly.

“Errands,” Steve repeated, dubiously.

They all gave him noncommittal shrugs and grunts.

“So were you just going to casually forget to invite me for movie night?” he folded his arms over his chest, giving them what they teasingly called his parental glare.

“We couldn’t, okay?” Lucas said, shrugging.

He was even more confused.

“What do you mean you couldn’t?”

“We promised we wouldn’t,” Robin clarified, though it cleared up nothing at all for him.

“Because we wanted to spend a night with Y/N and she wouldn’t have come if you were here,” Max snapped, fire in her eyes, “I haven’t seen her in a year, none of us have and I’ll be dammed if I let you ruin me seeing the best big sister I’ve never have just because you were an asshole that broke her heart. You may have suffered, but so have we because we miss our friend.”

His head was reeling. You were here? In Hawkins? How did he not know that?

“She’s here?” he asked, finding it hard to breathe.

“Well not yet, but-”

Dustin’s reply was cut off by the sound of the front door shutting.

“Sorry I’m late guys! I stopped by the store to grab some boxes of popcorn so we can-”

Your words faltered as quickly as you froze in place, seeing who was standing in the middle of the Henderson’s living room. You’d been insistent that you didn’t want to see Steve, but now that he was here…you were kinda glad.

Steve’s heart stopped. He was sure of it. There was no oxygen reaching his brain or his lungs. Nothing mattered but seeing you. You looked incredible, like you always did. You had that effortless beauty that he loved because you never truly grasped how beautiful he thought you were—are. Your lips were parted in a surprised “oh”, but the word never made its way past your lips.

My god, your lips. He missed them so much. Obviously he missed you in general, but he never realized how for granted he took the kisses shared with you. Whether it was gentle, passionate kisses, searing, desire filled ones or even the perfunctory peck when leaving or arriving, he realized more than ever in that moment how much he missed kissing you.

Apparently, he’d lost the ability to speak as well as he just stared, dumbfounded at you. You hadn’t changed much in a year, though your hair was now shorter, like you’d just recently cut it. He loved it, it brought even more attention to your pretty face.

You had an obscene amount of microwave popcorn boxes in the grocery bags in your hands—then again with this crowd it was like feeding 50 people, not eight.

“Hi,” you whispered, still stunned by his presence.

“Hi,” he whispered back.

He wanted to tell you that he regretted breaking up with you.

He wanted to tell you that he missed you so fucking much.

He wanted to tell you that letting you go was the worst thing he ever did, that he needed you in his life, by his side, so much.

He wanted to tell you how many times he’d drove past your house in the last year, pain slicing his chest like an ice blade ripping it open. He knew it was all his fault you were gone, but somehow, driving by your house was as peaceful as it made him full of sorrow. While you’d been gone, that’d been all he had left of you, that small sliver.

But now, here you were and he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity.

When his eyes landed on the silver heart locket on your chest, he lost all pretenses of holding it together as tears sprung to his eyes. You’d kept the necklace he’d given you. You were still wearing it.

His eyes met yours and you saw the realization in his. He saw the affirmation in yours. You’d kept wearing his necklace around your neck, quite literally a symbol of you still having his heart.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he said hesitantly, “I have a lot of things to say that I think you should hear.”

You said nothing, but it was the small smile that gave him hope. He would hold on to that thread for as long as it took you because if he was ever lucky enough to win you back, he was never going to let you go again.

After all, somehow, your road had led you back to him.

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vi-enti · 11 months

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school’s over so back on the fanfic grind (a grind i have not openly shared on the internet since like. 2018), unsure if this is an idea to continue but i am thinking so hard... about the difficulties of the healing process. really gotta purge that poison

. . .

“Hello, this is… Hajime Hinata. The date is… I have no idea what the date is. It’s been 14 days, 9 hours, 47 minutes and 24 seconds since we woke up from the Neo World Program.”

“…I don’t know why I said it like that. It’s been about two weeks.”

“Uhh… I’m not sure what to say here, really. Naegi—Makoto, that is—told me this would be a good way to get my thoughts down. That way if there’s anything I forget, or anything I want everyone to know after… Well, I don’t think I can really forget anything. Even if I wanted to, I don’t think I could.”

“Sorry there are so many quiet gaps. I’m trying to think about what I want to say... I guess I’ll start with the facts, and we can go from there. I was the first person to wake up, and then Sonia. Kazuichi took a few hours longer, he was so… his limbs were so scarred. I could barely tell the healthy tissue apart from all of the burns and cuts. When he got out, he just kept screaming and crying, he just kept—“

“Akane was next, but she was barely a shell, too weak, so Makoto put her back under for a few more days before waking her up. She wasn’t in the pod though, we—they moved her to a hospital bed in a different room. This facility really has everything. You wouldn’t believe the scale of the medical equipment, Tsumiki would love it—“

“Basically, Akane woke up a week after Kazuichi, technically, and then we put her into a medical coma for a while. We as in… I didn’t do that. I mean, I did, but it didn’t feel like me.”

“Actually, I never feel like… me. I don’t know who me is supposed to be now. I’m still him—I mean, I’m still me—but I’m not me— fuck, this doesn’t make any fucking sense, I just can’t— Sonia, don’t touch me—“

“…”

“…I want my mom. I don’t remember the last time I wanted my mom. I don’t even… remember my mom, anymore.”

“…Patient 5, Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko. We plan to wake him from his induced medical coma today, following complications from his enucleation operation directly after awakening from pod sleep. There was an infection at the area of operation and I deemed it too dangerous to continue until it was cleared. Naegi had some objections, but his background is not medical, and does not always need to be taken into account. Patient 4 will simply have to wait.”

“He still has the damn thing.”

“…they all do.”

“Alter Ego, end recording.” Hajime slumped back against his chair, bringing a hand up to push his hair back. It was a newly acquired habit, one always accompanied by the feeling of missing something, like there wasn’t enough hair to run through his fingers. He hated it. Hated thinking that it wasn’t newly acquired at all, that whoever he was in the past few years did it all the time.

That hadn’t gone nearly as well as he’d liked. These voice diaries were supposed to be records so they could explain things easier to the others once they all woke up, something to jog their memories. Privately, he was sure that Makoto had asked him to make them more for his own sake, as if they’d help somehow with all of the different thoughts running through his brain all of the time. If he spoke them out loud, then somehow they’d disappear. It was the compromise they’d settled on after Hajime had refused to attend Future Foundation-provided therapy. Most of the time they turned out exactly like this, not suitable for anyone’s ears except his own.

Makoto was an idiot. Talking about it wasn’t going to stop the constant streams of thought in his brain, analyzing every thing and every action around him, picking apart the movements of his friends and their slight changes in tone, detecting every potential threat and every potential weapon for killing someone—fuck.

He was so tired of dreaming up all the ways people could die. His rare moments of sleep were already haunted by spears and giant Tetris blocks, by fire and poison and terrified faces. He didn’t need more deaths on his mind, constant echoes of terrors of his own creation.

Sitting up properly, he stretched his arms out before standing up to examine his half of the room. At least two people kept watch in the pod room at all times, waiting for anyone to wake up next and making sure nobody died. It reminded him of the hospital in the simulation, someone always watching over Akane and Ibuki and—

An alarm beeped and Sonia, on the other end of the room, startled awake in her own chair. She had stayed on that side after Hajime shoved her away earlier, eventually drifting to sleep by Gundham’s pod. It was the one she stared at the most, blue eyes alight with grief and fury, even if she wouldn’t admit it. She was better off than Hajime, at least. One of his eyes stayed empty. Makoto had warned him that she shouldn’t be allowed to spend so much time with Gundham, but he could never bring himself to pull her away. Clearing his throat, he waited for the former princess to look up towards him.

“Shift change. You should go sleep in an actual bed, I can wait for Kazuichi and Makoto if you want to go on ahead.” She shook her head, fingers trailing over the glass coffin holding the Ultimate Breeder.

“No, that’s alright. You’ve been here long enough, you need to rest before Fuyuhiko. It’s only a few more hours away. Besides, I…” Sonia trailed off, gaze shifting to the pod next to Gundham’s, covered with a sheet. Everyone had to be checked on, but there was just one person Hajime couldn’t stand to see. The only person in the room that caused his dead eye to come to life.

He couldn’t identify the emotion, but it had to be hate. It had to be, right?

At least he knew he wouldn’t be judged for it. Everyone had someone they couldn’t look at in this room, couldn’t face directly. Hajime was just the only one weak enough to require a sheet covering the pod. The only one who couldn’t be controlled if he had a fit of anger, or worse—one of despair.

Swallowing back bile, he nodded, making a quick exit from the room to the quarters right next door. A large room had been set up with beds and necessities for them, the six that were here and constantly switching out. Kyoko had suggested separate rooms, but after multiple nights of Kazuichi sneaking into his room or Sonia screaming in her sleep from across the hall, Hajime had fought for them to all be together. Makoto, almost with a child-like excitement, had insisted that he, Kyoko, and Aoi stay there too.

The lucky student in question had been sitting on the floor cross-legged when he walked in, laptop resting on a knee while he glared down at the screen. A glare from Makoto wasn’t usually all that effective, but whatever he was seeing seemed to be genuinely pissing him off. If Hajime had been anyone else, he wouldn’t have bothered disturbing the younger. Still, someone had to go fill in for him with Sonia until Kazuichi took over for her. The mechanic was nowhere to be seen—probably sitting at Akane’s bedside, as usual. Tapping Makoto gently on the shoulder, Hajime waited for him to look up from the email he had been so focused on.

“Oh, you’re back! Has it been six hours already? I didn’t even notice.” It wasn’t a long time to spend watching the pods, but Aoi had insisted. They had three pairs switching out, and she didn’t want anyone spending more time in the pod room than they did outside of it, in the fresh air and the real world—or so she said. Hajime was sure it had more to do with her growing concern for the five of them, Kyoko and Makoto included. While they hadn’t been in the program nearly as long, they still seemed just a bit too pale to her. As for himself, Sonia, and Kazuichi… Aoi had never known them before, but worried nonetheless about irreparable damage.

“Yes, I’m back. Will you find Kazuichi and tag Sonia out? She’s just finishing check-ups.” The shorter nodded, shutting his laptop and standing from his seat on the floor. “Everything alright?”

“It’s just Byakuya, he’s facing some problems bringing the medical equipment we need over to the island. The Future Foundation doesn’t see the need to care for some of the pre-existing conditions your class has, they’re just barely allotting enough supplies for taking care of the… last bits of Junko. It’s like you aren’t even humans to them, they just have no empathy!” Makoto rubbed his temples, forcing a weak smile onto his face. It hadn’t escaped Hajime that the bright-eyed boy that they had met in the final trial and the tired man before him right now seemed so far apart from each other. Because of us—because of me.

“We aren’t human to them.” He placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to offer some comfort. “But we are to you. You’re the best of them, Makoto. I know you’ll work things out.” The younger’s smile twisted, not exactly happy, and he nodded in response.

“Right. The Ultimate Hope, that’s me. I have to be able to fix this.” Hajime raised an eyebrow, not meaning that at all, but Makoto was already walking out of the room to take over watch duties. That had gone… stunningly bad. Whatever part of his soul had been able to produce hope for the others in the Neo World Program had been hiding, his mind and body too used to the actions and words of another. Another who had no idea how to give someone hope for the future, much less comfort someone just the slightest bit. All Hajime seemed to be good at these days was making things worse.

A warmth squeezed around his hand, like someone urging him to stop thinking, and he yanked it away from—from nothing. There was nobody there. He just needed to get some rest before Fuyuhiko’s surgery today.

Two beds remained empty, waiting for their last members. Akane was awake, but still too weak to leave her hospital bed, and Fuyuhiko would join them today. Hopefully. Sitting on his own perfectly made bed, he wondered if all of the remnants would end up sharing a room for the rest of time. The three of them awake so far had their nightmares, some worse than others, and it was impossible to imagine the rest being able to sleep easy after all that had happened. It was too easy to imagine everyone around the room, as if their spaces were already there waiting for them. Glancing around, Hajime could imagine each and every one of them smiling at him, if he could just bring them all back, if he could just wake them up.

A flash of pink and white hair danced at the corner of his eyes, a gentle smile and a false one, and he slammed his head down on the bed, covering his vision with a pillow. Sleep now, hypotheticals later. Hypotheticals that could never, ever be reality anyways. It was dangerous to get lost in thoughts of a happy ending.

He didn’t deserve an ending just yet. There was too much to fix.

#me and my fucking em dashes #anyways i'm just sharing this to see if it's?? interesting??#i've been writing hella fanfic but i'm always very hesitant to put it on the internet #but i've had soOoOOo many worms lately thinking about facing trauma and healing relationships and how that process is just so bumpy #i have a whole lot more that isn't hajime pov but this is all i'm sharing ATM #i just really want to put these folks in therapy. and that begins at the beginning!#moon babbles #danganronpa #i GUESS #cw surgery #cw medical #just in case #hajime hinata #sonia nevermind #makoto naegi #dr2 #moon writings

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kyber-kisses · 2 years

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Eighty Miles There and Back

Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: sometimes love sneaks up on in the most random of places.

Warnings: best friends to lovers, Robin plays match maker

A/N: I wrote this on my phone and did not edit it because I’m lazy. Enjoy😃🔫

Thirteen long ass years.

That’s how long you been friends with Steve Harrington. From the first day of first grade you knew that little bastard was going to twist up your life. He was such an interesting character that even your feeble little child brain could recognize it.

Your friendship started like all childhood friendships did. A playground. And a bag of apple slices. He was the kind of kid that never brought snack but always tried to mooch off of the other kids if they were nice enough. Usually they weren’t though, because little kids are greedy and still trying to wrap their tiny little head around the concept of sharing.

That was until he crossed paths with you. The new girl with bandaids on both knees, a slowly wilting dandelion tucked behind her ear, and a bag full of apple slices held out in front of her from him to take.

“Here, I know that you don’t have a snack during recess each day so I asked my mom to pack extra.” You had explained, watching as he carefully took the bag from you with an almost shy smile.

“Thanks.”

You don’t know what it was about him but you had blurted out the next words with so much ease. “Do you wanna come over to my house after school? My mom makes really good snacks and we could play with my dog!”

He had almost looked startled at first but then he nodded. That day the two of you rode your bikes home from school and nothing had been the same since.

And now you were here. Thirteen years later, and fresh out of high school. Four weeks ago you had been stuck in and underground Russian base with him and Robin Buckley, the sweet and awkward band member in the class below you that you had befriended a couple months ago.

“I think I’m dying.” Letting out a croak, Robin fell backwards onto the grass besides you, arms spread out.

“I told you already that I’m sorry! I don’t say I didn’t give you a warning before we left on Friday.”

“You know you could have just asked me to fix it and I would have.” Steve butted in from across you, his back leaning against the tree behind him.

“Steve the last time you offered to fix something in the Scout smoke started pouring out from under the hood.” You explained, flicking a fry at him from were you sat.

The three of you had just spent the weekend down in Indianapolis, enjoying your parents graduation gift that was three tickets to see Bruce Springsteen in concert. They had bought an extra ticket from you guys to invite another friend and you had eager both decided on Robin, especially after all the trauma that had bonded you three together since Star Court.

And now here you were, driving back to Hawkins on a immensely hot Sunday at the tail end of July. The air conditioning in your car was shot, forcing the three of you to crank all the windows down for the drive. Eventually though Robin feared of dying of heat stroke so you had pulled off of 31 and into a McDondalds parking lot of all things. You had parked the scout under a small cluster of trees as the three of you sprawled out on the grass, now surrounded by yellow wrappers and greasy brown bags.

All in all it had been a good weekend, the three of you screaming the lyrics to the Springsteen cassett in the car the whole way down to Indi, spending the night sleeping in the scout in some random parking lot because you were three teenagers who were out of a job and basically broke, and enjoying the booze Steve had pulled from his parents liquor cabinet.

Reaching across the grass between you, Steve snagged another fry from the bright red box in your hand, the action making your eyes widen as you watched him toss it into his mouth.

“Did you just take one of my fries?” You threaten, watching his face as he realized his mistake.

“Oh shit-“

“Two rules Harrington,” you slowly rose to your feet in front of him, “there are literally only two rules in our friendship. One: if you borrow the other person car, put gas in it before you return it, and two. . .” You took a step forward, eyes narrow as you pointed a menacing finger at him. “Ya don’t mooch off your besties fries.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—“

Before he could finish his apology you were tackling him backwards onto the grass, both of you letting out yells as you did.

“Shit, shit I’m sorry l- that’s on me!” The two of you rolling across the grass as Robin watched on with utter confusion.

“You bet it’s on you, Bub.” You panted, finally pinning him to the ground, hands firmly pressing his shoulders into the ground as he looked up at you, fingers wrapped around your wrists.

You had to stop yourself from almost melting at the sight. Those big brown eyes that you had known for so many years looking up at you. He still had several bruises across his face from the Russians but they were slowly healing, turning from the strong purple hue they had been when he first got them to a more yellowish tone.

You were so lucky to have him as your best friend.

“Tell you what,” letting go of his shoulders you sat up on his chest, “I’ll let it slide just this once.”

Eyes narrowing, Steve cocked his head slightly, clearly suspicious. “Why?”

“Because I have some sympathy for people who get beat up by Russians.” You said, lightly tracing your thumb over the bruise on his left cheek bone.

. . . And now you made it weird.

Popping up to you feet a second later you slid your hand into the front pocket of your shorts, fishing out a couple of dimes and nickels before offering them to Steve.

“Just go buy yourself some fries”

That was all it took to get him propelling upwards and snatching the coins out of your hands, “really?!”

“Go before I change my mind.”

Letting out a light laugh Steve looked back at you. “Good one.”

“What?”

“The change- the change pun. Before I change my mind? Get it?” He explained holding up the handful of coins you had just given him.

“Steve.”

“Sorry, sorry I’m going- I’m going.” Holding up his arms in defeat he turned and jogged off across the parking lot.

“I don’t even know how to explain what I just watched.” Robin spoke up after you flipped back down on the grass besides her, reaching for your drink.

“What?”

“Seriously I don’t get why you won’t just tell him.”

Nibbling on the yellow and red striped straw between your lips, you raise an eyebrow at her. “What are you even talking about Robin?” Questioning her you took another sip.

“Why don’t you just tell Steve you like him?”

That was all it took to make you choke on the Fanta you had been sipping.

And then it was spraying out of your mouth, and dribbling out of your nose, and if you were completely honest you thought it was gonna come out your ears next.

Choking out Robins name you pounded a hand against your chest, trying to clear your airway.

“Are you insane?!” You wheezed, setting the cup down on the curb besides you.

“No, if anything I’m probably the most sane out of the three of us, and that’s saying something because I Have never been considered sane a day in my life. You can go ask my mother.”

“Robin, I don’t not like Steve— at least not in the way your implying. We’ve been friends since we were kids.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever you say.” She nodded, leaning forward in her criss cross position as she rested her palms on her knees. “And I’ve only known you for five months but I can tell you with absolutely certainty that your feelings for that dingus are not platonic, sure they may have been for most of your friendship, but I’ve seen the way you look at him, especially since Star Court.”

“Robin—“

“Trust me, I may not have a strong grasp of social cues but I know what liking someone looks like, and that it what I see whenever I watch you and him interact. Sometimes I even feel like a weird third wheel.”

Opening your mouth to respond you were quickly silenced when you saw Steve walking back across the parking lot, too immersed with the red box of fries in his hand to look up. A small smile made it way across your lips at the sight.

He was so dorky and sweet, you couldn’t help it.

. . . And then you felt a hand smack you upside the head.

“Ow, Robin what the hell?!”

“Literally example A, right here. Friends don’t smile softly at each other like that.”

“I was not smiling at him.” You lied, slapping her in the chest.

“I literally just watched you, and you expect me to belie-“ you didn’t let her finish before you slapped a hand over her mouth, Steve finally looking up from his fries as he reached the two of you.

“Robin, you okay?” Looking over at the girl besides you he raised an eyebrow as he tossed another fry into his mouth.

Giving a muffled response through your hand over her mouth she nodded.

“Okay. . . Well you guys ready to head back? I can drive the rest of the way.” Steve offered, helping you and Robin toss away the trash into a bin a few feet away.

“It’s okay, I can drive. You drove the whole way there. I can get us home.” You smiled, watching as he opened the drivers side door for you, allowing you to climb in.

“Mi’lady.”

“Your spending too much time with Dustin, Steve.” You joked, allowing him to close the door behind you before folding him arms across the open window.

“Shut up.”

“I’m kidding, now get in before I leave you in this parking lot and let Robin grab shot gun.”

You then proceeded to watch as both people raced around the car, trying to reach the passenger side door first. Steve beat her by a few milliseconds, practically vaulting into the seat besides you before slamming the door and locking it.

“Sorry Rob, gonna have to be quicker then that.”

“I hope you choke on your fries.” She responded climbing into the back seat and closing the door.

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The ride home to Hawkins was weird to say the least. Every once and awhile Robin would shoot you looks in the rear view mirror, mouthing are you to do something. There were two or three times while the music was cranked up that you could see Steve whispering to Robin over his shoulder, the two deep in conversation. The third time they did it you turned to look at them and were only met with weird thumbs ups and even weirder smiles. At one point Steve fell asleep and you nearly drove the three of you off the road when Robin suddenly stuck her head between the driver and passenger seat to send you a wild look before nodding over to the passed out Steve besides you.

“Talk to him!” She harshly whispered.

Whispering back, you took your eyes off the straight road laid out ahead of you. “Robin, if you don’t sit back in your seat and buckle up, you are walking the rest of the way, do you hear me?!”

“I’m gonna tell him if you don’t-“

“Don’t even try that on my Buckley. I know you. You wouldn’t tell someone someone else’s secrets.”

“. . . Ok you got me there. But you gotta do something, or so help me I’m gonna jump into oncoming traffic.”

“Fine, fine- I’ll talk to him when we get back. I don’t need you staring at me with your creepy wide eyes from the back seat.”

After that Robin kept quiet. When you finally hit Hawkins town limits you have Steve a tender sock to the arm, waking him up from his way too long nap. He had let out a tired grumble before slowly sitting upright in his seat, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and combing his hair back with his fingers.

Beyond the windshield the sun was beginning to sink below the tree line. Through the gaps in the trees the great ball of fire gave off a beautiful orange tone, reminding you of the tangerines you used to pick when you visited your grandma in Florida as a kid. The escaped rays gave everything an orangish hue, including Steve’s face as he continued the slowly blink the remaining sleep from his eyes.

. . . Maybe Robin was right. Maybe you did have a teenie tiny crush on your best friend.

Not that you would ever admit that to her.

A few minutes later you were dropping Robin off in front of her house, Steve being nice enough to get out and grab her duffle pack from the back of the Scout.

You were about to pull away from the sidewalk when two hands suddenly slammed into the passenger window, making both you and Steve jump as Robin peered the window, glaring at you with that same crazed look, before darting her eyes back to Steve momentarily.

“Robin, stop acting weird!” Steve shouted, cranking the window down just enough to yell at her.

Narrowing her eyes, you watched as she slowly backed away from the car, eyes still on you as she did. . . And then she proceeded to trip and fall backwards onto her lawn. The two of you sitting there and watching with wonderment as it all went down.

“God, she is so weird.”

“Yeah but don’t act like we arnt.” You breathed, taking one last look at Robin to make sure she was okay before you put the Scout into drive and slowly rolled away from her house.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Steve let out a soft chuckle, slightly tilting his head to watch Robin out of the side mirror. “We are pretty weird. Definitely no longer fit with the rest of the crowd that’s for sure.”

“You could say that again.”

Turning down the next street, you let out a soft sigh, seeing your own home up ahead, Steve’s rust red BMW 733i still sitting vacant on the curb from where he had left it on Friday.

He spent so much time at your house that everyone had just dubbed that Steve’s spot. No one else ever parked there.

Five minutes later the two of you were standing in the drive way, your duffel bag at your feet and Steve’s slung over his shoulder, readying himself to drive home.

“So that was fun.”

“Wow, really selling it Harrington.” You joked, earning a smile from him as you did.

“I know, but I’m serious- I had a lot of fun with you and Robin this weekend. Especially after everything with l you know, the Russians.”

“And the gate.” You added.

“And the melted people.”

“And the ugly flesh spider thing.”

Letting out another soft chuckle, Steve bobbed his head up and down. “Yeah and that. So much for a normal summer.”

“Normal summers are for normal people Steve. We ain’t that.”

“Fair point.”

You watched as he cast a glimpse at his car, letting out a deep sigh. You knew that look. He didn’t want to go home. His parents were always away on business so more often than not he was left alone in a big empty house, that’s why he was over at your house so often.

He didn’t like being alone.

“You wanna stay?”

“Only If it’s okay with your parents.”

“Are you kidding me? They’ve known you as long as I have. Your practically like the son they always wanted.”

And when you said that you meant every word. Steve had practically become part of the family in a weird way. Your parents had even fixed up the spare room in the basement for whenever he slept over, but usually he slept on the air mattress you kept under your bed.

Once again, he didn’t like being alone.

Hell, on your tenth birthday your parents had made the birthday party for both you and Steve since your birthdays were so close together. Whenever he stayed for dinner your mother always sent him home with enough leftovers to last a whole week.

Your family loved him

. . . And now you were starting to think you did too- just in a different way.

Climbing up the front steps, you dig into your bag before pulling out the key and unlocking the front door. You let Steve in first before following, shutting the door behind you as you did.

Through the kitchen window you could see your mom pulling cloths off the clothesline and tossing them into a basket.

Right, Sunday.

Laundry day.

“Guess what you get to help me with?” You shot a smug grin to the boy besides you, watching as his face fell.

“Aw man, come on.”

“Hey, you took some of my fries. This is you paying me back.”

Musing the door to your room open, you stepped inside with Steve close behind. The two of you dropping your bags haphazardly on the carpeted floor.

Your mother has been kind enough to set your fresh laundry basket on your bed. It was your job to fold it and put it away- but this time you had Steve help.

It wasn’t the first time though. He had been at over at your house for so many laundry days throughout the years that he just pitched in out of habit.

He once told you he didn’t mind it because it just gave him something to do. Hell, once in junior year you came home from office hours at school to find Steve in the kitchen with your mother just folding towels.

He was a strange, but that’s exactly why he was your best friend.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, you cross cross on your bed and him in your desk chair, the two of you folding shirts and pants as the radio played some tune softly between the two of you. As it got darker out beyond your bedroom windows lights were flicked on and trips to the kitchen were made to grab leftovers and cold sodas.

“How are your bruises doing?” You spoke up, watching as Steve lifted his eyes to meet yours.

“They’re healing. Sometimes hurts when I smile though. . . Which can really get annoying when I’m around you.”

You swore your brain almost short circuited in that moment. Was that just a normal compliment. . . Or did he just flirt with you?

Nope, nope. You were just extremely tired. You were just hearing things.

“What?”

Clearing his throat, Steve shook his head as he stood up. “Nothing, nothing.”

At the tone of his voice and action you set down the shirt you had been folding, watching as he strode across the floor of your room and rolled open the doors to your closet before dragging out a pale green storage container marked “Stevie”.

It was another thing that had been here so long it was just normal to you. You had kept a container of some of Steve’s clothes on the floor of your closet for whenever he chose to spend the night.

You watched as he fished out a pair of boxers along with a t-shirt before heading towards the bathroom. “I’m gonna go take a shower. Apparently Robin told me I smell really bad.” He tossed a thumb over his shoulder before backing up and retreating into your bathroom.

That was a lie if you ever heard one. You knew Steve. You knew him like the back of your hand. You knew when he was lying.

And that was a lie right there.

You sat with it for a moment before shaking it off and standing up, moving across the room as you put away the folded laundry before pulling the inflated mattress out from underneath your bed and grabbing sheets from the closet across the hall.

Usually Steve set it up himself, but so what, you were feeling generous tonight.

Grabbing the baby blue pillow from your bed you tossed it down onto the mattress. It was the same pillow he always used.

After changing into your own pajamas, you fell back onto your bed, the springs of the mattress squeaking slightly as you did. You could hear the sprinkler putting just beyond your open screen window, along with the soft drone of the crickets nestled in the bushes around the yard.

And then you heard your hairdryer turn off the the bathroom door swung open, revealing a very clean Steve in a bright yellow t-shirt and a pair of red boxers.

“I used the rest of your conditioner.”

“Of course you did.” Letting out a sigh, you kept your eyes on the slowly spinning fan above your head, listening as he padded across the carpet before flopping down on the foot of your bed.

“Why are you acting so weird?”

What?

That was all it took to get you to prop yourself up with an elbow to give him a surprised look. “Me? Why are you acting so weird?”

“I’m not acting weird! You were the one having weird staring contests with Robin and whispering earlier!”

“I was not!”

“I literally watched you slap a hand over her mouth during lunch when you saw me walking towards you.”

God, his stupid brown puppy dog eyes were making this so much harder.

“Well don’t act like you and Robin weren’t literally whispering to each others while looking at me the rest of the drive home! Like what were the two of you even talking about that it couldn’t be shared with me?”

Realizing how much you had raised your voice, you took a deep breath as you pinched the bridge of your nose. “Sorry- Robin just said something to me earlier that kinda has had me in a chokehold all afternoon, and now I know she was right and I don’t know what to do.” You admitted.

God that little crazy lesbian friend of yours had been right. You had a crush on your best friend. Steve with all his offerings to help you fix your car, open doors for you, sing along to every song on the radio with you. . . Fold your fucking laundry.

“Jeez, Y/N why didn’t you say anything? What did she tell you that had you so out of it?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Clearly it’s not nothing.” Steve breathed out, pausing to shake some water out of his hair like he was a wet dog or something. “We’ve literally been friends since the first day of first grade. Talk to me.”

Picking at a loose thread on your duvet cover, you looked down at your feet. “I know, but what if it messes with our whole friendship?”

“Nah, not possible. I once walked in on you naked freshman year and look at us, still stuck with each other.” He joked.

Dragging your palms down your face you let out a groan. “I thought we agreed to never speak of that again?”

“Yeah well—“

“I like you.”

The second those words left your lips, your eyes widened and you were slapping a hand over your mouth in shock.

You didn’t expect yourself to actually say it out loud.

“What?”

“Shit. . . Yeah uhm, our funky little friend Robin kinda helped me realized I have a crush on you.” You explained quickly, “now I totally understand if your weirded out out want to return every single friendship bracelet I’ve made you since the third gra—“

You never got to finish before his hands were grabbing your face and slightly pulling you forward and smashing your face against his. You didn’t even have time to get ready or process. He just kissed you right there and then, right on the lips.

And the strange thing was that it didn’t even scare you. It just felt so normal.

So right.

A moment later the two of you parted, leaving both of you slightly breathless as you looked at each other with wide eyes.

“I’m gonna be honest, I’m even more confused than before.”

“What do you think Robin was whispering to me about?. That little weirdo kept pestering me to tell you how I felt.”

You stayed silent for a moment, trying to wrap your head around that information, “huh.”

That little minx was just trying to play match maker.

“I guess we gotta give her credit for realizing it before we did.” You added.

“Seriously. Apparently it’s obvious to a lot of people.” He added, leaning back slightly as he rested his weight on his palms.

“So basically we are gonna get eaten alive by everybody when they find out about this?”

Steve nodded once more, “There’s a pretty good chance.”

“Well good luck with Henderson, that ought to be fun.” You mused, sending him a smirk.

“Oh shit.” Eyes widening in realization his face fell into his hands as he fell backwards onto the bed with a groan. “He’s gonna tease the shit out of me for weeks.”

“I am so sorry.” Giving his thigh a soft pat you gave him a joking smile, trying hard not to laugh.

“How bout we go back to kissing? I liked that part.” He mused, sending you a flirtatious wink as he did.

“You’re disgusting Steve Harrington.”

“Yeah, but unfortunately your stuck with me.” With a smile he slowly rose back up and leaned forward, lips hovering millimeters from your own.

“Ok, but let’s see which one of us has to cave and tell Robin.”

“Ah shit.”

“Ah shit indeed, Harrington. Ah shit indeed.”

THE END.

#steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington one shot #Steve Harrington #stranger things x reader #stranger things #chevys writing again

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Text

I’m yours

“you’re so pretty it hurts”

chap.1 chap.2 chap.3

Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader

Warnings: slight cursing, nothing really else.

for the texting, the blue is remus, the pink is you ☹️ sorry for the sexist colors but it’s what i can see best 😭

Getting back to your flat the day after that..interesting experience with your friend you sighed and pulled out the piece of paper the two very charming men gave you, ‘who do i text first?’ you grunted and just put it the first number on the page, with the name ‘Remus’ written over top of it, the handwritting was much neater than his mates, who you came to realize was his boyfriend, or so your friend told you.

“Hello?” 9:48am

“Been waiting for your text, love.” 9:48am

“Stalkerish.” 9:49am

“Don’t be rash, we had a fun time hanging out yesterday.” 9:49am

“We?” 9:49am

“Sirius and I.” 9:50am

Setting your phone down, you let out a huff. Maybe they ARE dating and they’re just playing with your feelings like the fuck boys they make themselves out to be. Looking at the clock, you had 2 hours to shower and get ready to be at work. Putting your hair in two low pigtails and doing a ‘natural’ makeup look, you headed out the door and caught a bus to the small café you’ve worked at for years.

“Don’t ignore us, darling.” 1:03pm

“I’m busy.” 1:11pm

“Busy..mhm..busy doing what?” 1:11pm

“doing my job. I’ve gotta go. bye.” 1:12pm

closing out of your messages, you glanced at the small number digits on your phone 1:13pm, you had 2 minutes before your break was over. “Y/N, today’s a slow day, why don’t you just go home?” you smiled and sighed “alright, thanks penny.” gathering your stuff you went and clocked out at 1:17pm.

“are you still busy?” 1:20pm

“We want to see you” 1:21pm

you looked at the notifications that were filling up your phone ‘don’t want to see you though.’ you thought and pursed your lips. Looking at the long list of shopping you had to get through for next weeks visit from your parents. Feeling your phone vibrate for a third time you opened it and read the message.

“Please, we’re only in town for 3 more weeks and we’d really like to get to know you more.” 1:30pm

“I have a lot of shopping to get through.” 1:32pm

“we’ll accompany you.” 1:32pm

“Fine, im heading to the grocery store near the bar you guys played at, its 4 doors down to the left once your at the entrance.” 1:34pm

Entering the store you huffed, grabbing a basket and pulling out your list- your phone vibrated again, your mom was calling. “Yes mom?” you mentally groaned as you heard her voice screaming at you from the other side of the line, about what? no clue.

The boys had gotten to the store 10 minutes after your text was sent. “well, where is she?” sirius sighed as remus just shrugged. Hearing the faintness of your voice down an isle they both walked over too it, “mom i really- ok.” you just sighed which sent her on another rampage “mom? mom? can’t hear you- yo- your breaking up-..” you groaned and hung up on her. “You alright darling?” Jumping a bit at the sudden voice you sighed “fine. thank you.” you glanced up to the two. “Hi!” sirius chirped and snatched you up for a hug “hello.” wrapping your arms somewhat around him, trying not to make it awkward. “What’re you shopping for?” remus started, as sirius let you pull away from the hug, “dinner- or dinners…my parents and their 3 kids are coming down.” remus nodded and sirius raised an eyebrow “their 3 kids?” you nodded as you proceeded to go down another isle “Im adopted, moved out at like 16, they lived and still do, in a tiny apartment, 2 bedroom so 4 of us had to stay in one.” you huffed, shivering at the thought of your stuff just magically going missing “where do you stay now?” you mentally cringed “One bedroom apartment.” grabbing basically any bag of chips, sodas, Cookies, etc, they begun to question, “is this all their gonna eat?” you giggled slightly “the kids? yeah. my parents actually expect me to cook. but the meat and stuff isn’t on sale yet.” remus glanced towards sirius before they both nodded “well pay-“ you cut them off “no.” sirius whined and started arguing with you “why not?” remus started slowly guiding the basket towards the meat section which made you stop. “because, if i have the meet then i HAVE to cook- just simply telling them they have to suffer with Tv dinners-“ sirius cut you off with a finger to your lips “you survive off of tv dinner?” his face looked distraught “I live alone, why would i cook for one person and wash 3 dishes.” sirius almost went faint, “b-b-but-“ remus shushed him “Love, if that’s how you like it, so be it. but, why don’t you stay with us next week? Sirius and i are renting this house till we go back and i expect it’d be big enough for the 6 of you.” you shook your head “stuff’ll go missing.” remus shrugged “not like any of what we packed was really important, plus our instruments are with james and peter” Sirius cut him off “we decided to bunk separately.” you thought about it “fine but that doesn’t really-“ it was remus’ turn to shush you, “we have our own private chef.” he winked at you and grabbed your hand, leaving the trolley in the middle of the store, slowly guiding you out, “why don’t we go to the park instead-“ they both chimed up in sync you huffed and just nodded, to tired to argue with both of them.

Spending the day with the two big goofs were fun, despite not really wanting too “Love?” you hummed in response, he softly grabbed your hand “it’s late, come back to ours? have dinner with us?” you smiled and just nodded softly “alright.”

#remus lupin #james potter #sirius black #sirius x reader #wolfstar #remus x reader #x reader #slow burn

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