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joekeeryswife · 6 months

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joe keery has such strong dad energy, especially in recent photos from italy. can you write about joe traveling in italy with you and your baby daughter? i just know he’d be the type to wear his kid around and splash in the water with her, and fall asleep in the sun with her on his chest, and feed her little bites of pasta. with you, he’d make sure that your vacation was relaxing and that you felt treated like a goddess. insecure about wearing a bikini? joe can’t stop blushing when he looks at you in it even if you’ve been married for years. while the baby is napping, he massages your feet and cuddles with you. in turn, you set up reservations at his favorite restaurants and plan manageable but gorgeous walks around the city. idk man just dad!joe on vacation

Italy - j.k

a/n: hello angels. how have you all been? i’m so sorry i’ve been MIA lately but i’m back and better than ever! this request is adorable! let’s get into the imagine. it’s not proof read so please bare with me if this is shit lmfao, im still trying to get back into the swing of writing, i also can never seem to figure out how to end my imagines so if anyone has any tips please LMK!! for the ending the outfits are in the little collage🫧

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“baby come on we wanna get to the pool, what’s taking you so long-” Joe barged into the bathroom without knocking making you jump out of your skin. after having your daughter Florence a year and a half ago you had been insecure about your new body.

you were curvier then before, had a few stretch marks scattered all over your body which had faded but in your eyes they were so visible. you just didn’t feel like yourself and with this being your first holiday since having her, you were nervous.

nervous that you didn’t look as good as you did before, nervous that you were gonna get papped and people online would say awful things about you, nervous people were gonna stare.

but to Joe, the sweetest man ever thought you’d never looked better. you had carried a whole human for 9 months and you looked incredible. “Joe, you scared me” you placed a hand on your chest and turned to look at him.

Joe looked at you, eyes darting across your body, seeing you in a bikini for the first time in over a year made him feel tingly. his face heated up “you look beautiful baby, jesus christ you’re gorgeous” he saw your eyes light up slightly.

Florence was in her playpen which you had brought along to keep her occupied, Joe had made sure she was safe before coming to look for you. even after five years of being together and three years of marriage, just looking at you made Joe feel giddy. he was so lucky to have you in his life.

you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and he couldn’t ever get over your beauty. Joe knew what you were doing in the bathroom, he had caught you one too many times and he hated that you felt insecure.

he walked toward you and pulled you into him “my pretty girl” he kissed your head as he hugged you closer. “you’ve never looked so beautiful” you smiled shyly. there was something about Joe, he always knew how to make you feel beautiful. he had a special way with words.

“come on, don’t want to keep you and flo waiting any longer” you said as you pulled yourself away from the hug. he ran back to Florence who squealed when she saw her dad, the two of them were best friends and although it made you jealous their relationship was your favourite thing ever.

seeing the two of them bonding was the most adorable thing in the entire world. even when she was in the womb he would spend hours and hours speaking to your bump with her kicking you in response. “my angel, let’s go. mama is almost ready” you heard him say as he picked Florence up out of the playpen, she squealed in delight as he did.

-♡-

the three of you were lounging around the pool, Italy was boiling hot and luckily the hotel you were staying at had a kids pool and an adult pool. Florence was a baby who loved the water, she never cried when having a bath, if anything she enjoyed it.

splashing around with her toys was her favourite thing to do. she loved your pool that you had back home, every time it was hot Joe would take her into the pool. your friends kids were a bit older than Florence and she loved watching them play in the pool too.

as soon as you and Joe got situated on your sun loungers he grabbed Florence and walked straight to the kid section which was thankfully right in front of you. you watched Florence splash the pool water with her toys, the biggest smile on her face.

Joe was sat opposite her with the exact same expression on his face. it was honestly scary how much Florence looked like him. they had practically all the same features except she had your eyes, she was a carbon copy of him.

aside from the fact that Florence and Joe where best friends and looked exactly like each other the worst of it all was when Florence said her first word which was of course ‘dada’. you had prayed that she said ‘mama’ first but nope. it wasn’t like it actually hurt your feelings, your daughter had days where you were the favourite parent and it made you tear up when she finally did say ‘mama’ for the first time.

Joe and Florence had only been sat in the kid pool for thirty minutes before his back started hurting but the look on his daughters face made it all worth it. other than you, Florence was the best thing to ever happen to him. before her, he didn’t really care about being a dad. it wasn’t something he had ever thought about. but that sunny Friday afternoon, the day you told him, showed him the positive test, he never thought he could love someone as much as he loved her.

“dada” Florence said as she looked up at him and lifted up a purple octopus for him to take. “oh thank you angel” he took the toy from her small hand. Joe watched Florence with the softest smile, she was the most adorable thing ever and he couldn’t get over the fact that you guys had made something so beautiful. Florence paused playing with her toys and yawned. Joe knew exactly what that meant, she only yawned when she needed a nap, it sounded odd because everyone yawns but the little eye rub after her yawn made it obvious. she was tired.

after waking up early (6:37am to be exact but who was checking? definitely not Joe) eating breakfast and all this playing in the pool, the girl had worn herself out. “come on sweetheart, you look like you’re about to fall asleep” Joe said as he stood up, picking up her few toys and shoving them in her pockets and then bending down to pick her up. she had her small arms lifted in the air, her eyes squinting as she looked up at Joe.

he picked her up and made his way back over to you. you where laying on the sun lounger now reading a book with your airpods in. you noticed Joe walking back with Florence hugging him tightly. you took one airpod out and smiled at the two of them. “you okay?” you asked, sitting up. Joe picked up the towel that was on his sun lounger and wrapped it around both him and Florence. “yeah, she just got tired. i mean, it’s around the time she usually has a nap isn’t it?” you looked at the time in your phone and nodded. “yeah, she’s actually stayed awake a lot longer then i thought she would”

Joe sat laid down on the sun lounger, making sure Florence was comfortable before he started running his hand up and down her back and through her hair. it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep, her breathing slowed and she was completely relaxed against him so you went back to your book, letting the two of them have their moment.

it was about 10 minutes after Joe and Florence had sat down and the soft snores was the only thing you could hear from the two of them, it didn’t take long for Joe to fall asleep. he was just as tired as Florence was. you turned your attention to the two of them and felt your heart melt. your two favourite people in your company were the moments you treasured the most.

-♡-

“come on Joe i know it takes ten hours to do your hair but we are gonna be late” you said jokingly as you picked up Florence who was dressed in a white dress with the cutest sandals you’d ever seen, it was the last night in Italy before you went home tomorrow night and you wanted to do something special for Joe. he had planned this whole trip for you, knowing you needed a break from your town and the paparazzi (it’s not like you hit a break from that because they followed you everywhere!).

he needed to be appreciated just as much as he appreciated you and sometimes you struggled to do that with Florence. you weren’t saying that you didn’t love being a mum because you did, however sometimes you and Joe hardly spoke to each other because you were so focused on her.

“i’m coming honey, sorry” he came out of the bathroom with his hair perfectly styled, per usual, and he was wearing a comfortable but smart outfit. black jeans, blue t-shirt, let’s just say he looked perfect. he sat on the bed and put on his trainers and started doing the laces up, he stood up and kissed you on the cheek “you look beautiful baby” you smiled and thanked him with a a passionate kiss.

“and look at my angel” he took Florence out of your arms gently “you look perfect my sweet girl” he kissed her cheek a few times which made her squeal and hide her face in his neck. “right, let’s go, we can’t be late for whatever your mama’s planned can we?” you had seen a a popular restaurant all over social media which about fifteen minute walk from the hotel you were staying at which you also remembered was Joe’s favourite. he had been to Italy a few times and had always gone there with his friends and you had told him a few months ago when planning this trip that you couldn’t get a reservation which he was actually a little upset about. you and him hadn’t ever been there together and he wanted to take you there because he knew you’d love it. it was a surprise for him that you actually did get one. it wasn’t the best surprise out there but you knew it would mean something to him.

as the two of you walked hand in hand, Joe had Florence on his shoulders laughing as her dad played around with her. after about twenty minutes (due to Joe messing about) you guys approached the small town where the restaurant was and Joe’s eyes lit up, he could see the restaurant sign and turned his head to look at you.

“are we going in there?” he squeezed your hand slightly as his body filled with excitement. “yeah, i got us a reservation and wanted to surprise you. it’s not a huge thing but i knew you would like it” his heart melted, that’s one thing he loved most about you. always remembering the little things he had said and trying your best to get those things sorted. he had said about going here ages ago and honestly he had forgotten about it but you, you didn’t and you made sure you got one.

“aww honey, that’s so sweet of you” he let go of your hand and pulled you into his side and wrapped his arm around your waist. he kissed your cheek softly as the two of you continued walking towards the busy looking restaurant.

once sat inside the restaurant you sat opposite Joe with Florence in a high chair at the end next to both of you. she was babbling away in her own little language. Joe replied to everything she said as if he knew what she was saying but it made her happy, she had a smile on her face showing her four small teeth. “last night in Italy. is it bad that i want to live here forever?” Joe said as he turned his attention back to you.

you shook your head “no, it’s beautiful here” you smiled, if you could move to Italy you would, the houses were beautiful, the people were lovely, the views were gorgeous, so what was stopping you?. “maybe we could move here. i mean, not now obviously but sometime in the future we could” Joe said as he ran a hand through his hair.

“also just changing the subject, i really appreciate you doing this for us” he started but you rolled your eyes jokingly “Joe, all i did was make a reservation it’s not that big of a deal” you laughed but he took ahold of your hand and looked at you “it is to me. you went out if your way to get us in here and that’s just a small piece of what you do for us. you take care of flo when i’m away working which fucking kills me but you keep it together, make sure she’s okay and even make sure i’m okay and i’m not even there before you make sure you’re alright yourself. when we are at home together the only time we see each other is when we are in bed and at that point one of us is usually asleep. i know you miss up our date nights and even just being together in general” he was stroking your hand gently as he spoke.

“this vacation has been the best thing for us because we’ve actually spent time together which we rarely do. we have completely different schedules so i know it’s hard but after this movie is over i’m taking a break and i’m going to focus on you and flo. you’re my main priority and i need to spend time with you.” he kissed your hand and smiled.

“we do need to spend more time together and i do miss our dates, they were my favourite” his smile softened and his grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly. “i know, so that’s what we are doing. i’ll get someone to look after Florence and we will do something together” with happy your heart melting you leaned over the table enough to kiss him. you could feel him smile into the kiss which you always loved him doing, you didn’t know why, you just did.

“i love you” you said as you pulled away to sit back down “i love you more” you felt your cheeks heat up. you heard a small whine from the little lady who was sat next to you which made you both turn to look at her. she had the smallest frown on her face which made both you a Joe laugh “and we couldn’t forget our favourite girl” he said pulling her out of her high chair and placing her on his lap, smothering her with small kisses which made her giggle, making your heart melt at the sight. your favourite people in the world.

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indouloureux · 2 years

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steve and r being horny af but dustin cockblocks 💀

dustin would be wondering why they're mad at him lmao 😭

18+ minors dni

okay seriously the last one, then i'm posting peter, THEN i'm finishing all your requests

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you're on steve's lap, basically grinding on his crotch, feeling his hard on poke through his jeans and rub on your barely covered clit. he's got his hands all over you — your hips, your face, your back, and your thighs.

he moans when you grind a bit harder, your hand on his shoulder and the other on the roof of the car on top of you to stop yourself from bumping your head accidentally.

"fuck, steve," a high-pitched whimper turned into a moan when he bites on your neck, his hand coming down to toy with the lace of your underwear.

"yeah, that's it. keep goin' baby," he throws his head back on the headrest, hooded eyes watching your every movement with his bottom lips caught between his teeth to stop himself from moaning loudly when you begin to bounce and grind to bring yourself at the brink of your orgasm.

steve's palming at your breasts, rough and needy. "fuck, i want you inside me now, stevie," you mewl. "i'm gonna cum."

"me too. wait for me, babe, take off your clothes—"

the RT statics and startles you, yelping and bumping your head on the roof of the car. steve ignores the walkie and leans closer to take your head into his hands and tut at your mishap.

"shit! you okay?" his fingers rub the spot you're rubbing. he kisses your temple. "i'm sorry, baby."

"'s alright—"

"steve!"

it's dustin, voice garbled before it shifts into a static voice. steve sighs, groaning in annoyance for realizing that it's happened again. you huff with him, hiding your face on the crook of his neck.

"steve. steve! it's dustin. do you copy? i repeat, do you copy? steve. steve harrington—"

you scoot off steve's lap, knees on his thighs as you reach behind the backseat and take the RT off his bag. "why do you have this, anyway?" you ask him.

"dustin said it's an important asset to have!" he defends himself. "kid demands it to everyone. including robin."

"jesus," you click on the button, and near your lips to the microphone. "what do you want henderson?"

"oh, hey," sensing the smile on dustin's face, you readjust yourself so your elbows prop you up in the seat, thighs now placed on steve's while your torso hangs in the middle. "is steve there?"

"he's with me."

"great!" he quips. "i need you guys to pick me up and take me to weathertop. like, right now."

you would have said no. really. but you and steve (+ robin) had done a lot to him that endangered the poor kid, and his mom had demanded you watch over him until summer ends, because obviously she blames you and steve for what happened to him. it's a promise you both intend to keep, for the sake of dustin and his smartass.

"right. on our way."

you turn the RT off and look at steve, who's got a hand over his forehead. "guess we gotta pick up your child, babe."

"our child," he jokes. steve helps you move back into the passenger seat, leans over to buckle your seatbelt for you before he does his. and before he drives does he place a gentle kiss on your forehead, a hand behind your head to keep you in place. "i'm sorry we got interrupted again."

"it's fine," you sigh. "just wish we had more time before dustin's shouting at us to make it quick before sun goes down."

"well, my parents are out of town again," he turns the ignition on and leaves the parking lot, driving his way to dustin's house in a speed that almost passes the limit. "i mean, they always are. but right now they aren't home and we can come up to my room?"

"anything for privacy, baby," he takes your hand and kisses the back, eyes never leaving the road as he turns to the street where dustin lives. he beeps, one, two, three four times. until you spot his bright yellow and green cap poking out the door to kiss his mom goodbye before he's throwing himself in the backseat.

"hi. thank you for picking me up." he smiles at the both of you. "now drive."

"don't be so demanding henderson," steve warns. "you were interrupting us earlier."

"oh yeah like what? having sex?"

"precisely," you turn to look at him. "we were going to have sex and you interrupted us. god, i can't believe we're still babysitting you, a literal fifteen year old when we should be babysitting erica." you scoff. "erica, who got stuck with us for more than 24 hours inside a russian elevator. now she's out there having a tea party with tina and playing dnd with this dude with long hair. and we're babysitting you!"

dustin shudders. "well it's not my fault you got us stuck inside a russian elevator for two days, (y/n)."

"excuse me?!" you unbuckle your seatbelt and face him, an incredulous gasp on your face. "who was the one who came into scoops saying you discovered a secret russian code, huh? was it me? because i certainly don't think it was me, dustin."

"well maybe if you would have just pressed the right button, we wouldn't have gotten trapped!"

"whether it's the right button or not, we would have gotten trapped either way," you shout at him. steve has a hand on your thigh, laughing to himself as he drives his way up to weathertop. "you should be thankful we're driving you up to talk to suzie, dustin."

"why would i be thankful if i'm sitting on a chair that probably has an imprint of your bare ass in it?" steve snorts, covers it with a quick rub to his nose as you glare at dustin.

"y'know what? they're steve's ass prints." you smirk when he groans in disgust. "yeah, right. steve's bare ass has been pressed there. god knows what's melted in that seat, henderson."

"god, you're so disgusting, (y/n)!"

"well it's not my fault you're the reason why i'm hornier than i have ever been when i'm on my period, dustin!"

"steve."

you both yell his name. steve yelps, eyes widening and glaring at the both of you. "keep your shit together, alright? you better make your phone call quick, dustin, or we're leaving you on that hill. you hear me?"

he mutters something incoherent that says yes. steve puts a hand on your thigh and rubs your knee, and you let yourself sit in silence while your annoyance ebbs away.

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astranva · 2 years

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Marry Me?

Word Count: 3.1k

Category: fluff!!!!

Warning: the intro is a little poetic, a few curse words.

Summary: In which someone gets down on one knee and it isn’t Joe.

Backstage Girlfriend! Universe Masterlist

When you get your heart broken, there are a lot of songs and poems you start to relate to.

Love is a Losing Game by Amy Winehouse, no longer becomes just a slow song you might hum along; it becomes a fact you live by.

A love like Noah and Allie’s from The Notebook is one that makes you flip your TV channel, because who could love someone like that?

Kafka’s letters to Milena start to make no sense, because how can a man tell his lover “For myself I am too heavy, for you I am light” and mean it?

Heartbreak fucks you up. It shakes everything you know about love; to a partner, to a parent, to a friend, and to yourself.

But then you meet someone new, and you realize that maybe the door should be left ajar. Maybe you can accommodate another visitor, in hopes of that visitor isn’t just a passerby. Suddenly, you realize that you don’t hate love because how could you hate love when them calling your name gives you some untamable butterflies? How could you hate love when their mere presence makes you forget about all the sleepless nights you spent crying, wondering if you were worthy of love?

How can you hate love when you receive it so loudly, so softly, and so passionately?

Having your heart broken by Harry wasn’t something you had expected. You had expected fights–bad fights, even, and you had expected distance, but you had never expected having to stay quiet as his manager told you that your boyfriend was out on a date with someone who wasn’t you to drive more traffic to his new movie. You didn’t expect to see your boyfriend coming home with a smile on the same lips he kissed someone else with, knowing that you knew–that you saw. You never expected a crowded relationship.

And maybe you didn’t expect to move on either.

“My girlfriend actually styles my outfits,” is the one of the things you didn’t expect Joe to say on national television, “Y/N is just-she’s-she’s incredible at everything honestly.”

“Hey, man, this is my girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N,” is another you also didn’t expect to hear your boyfriend say as he introduced you some celebrity friends.

“Tell me if it gets too much,” as well, with his arm around your dress-clad waist, lovingly looking at you and ignoring the flashing cameras on the red carpet.

Two years pass by, and not a day went by without you feeling loved in the relationship. Not a single day went by without Joe’s “I love you”s, or sending you silly pictures to make you laugh at work, or kissing you until you were a giggling mess. Not a single day went by with you questioning his love.

With his mouth opened slightly agape in a tiresome slumber in your arms, your hand was stroking through his soft hair, holding him as he slept through the movie he told you he’d stay awake during but you knew better—you knew him better.

“I could die right now, Clem,” Jim Carrey as Joel, told Kate Winslet in the movie playing on your shared TV, “I’m just…happy. I’ve never felt that before,” he said as they both lied on ice, hands intertwined, “I’m just exactly where I want to be.”

And you smiled, mind racing with a million memories.

Memories of Joe nervously asking you out on a date. Memories of Joe blushing when your hands had brushed for the first time. Memories of your first kiss. Memories of him holding you as you told him about your heartbreak. Memories of disagreements, where no matter how mad, the both of you never could go a day without communicating. Memories of Joe unapologetically loving you.

You released a short sigh, leaning down a little to press a soft kiss to his temple, smiling when he snuggled more into you with a small groan.

If someone had asked you: “What made the shift?” You wouldn’t know how to answer, but right there and then, with him in your arms, and with Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind playing on the TV, you knew.

He was your person.

You knew that you wanted him in your life for as long as your lungs accomodate you, and for as long as your heart beat for you, and for the love you could finally say you deserved.

It was a week later when it happened. One moment you were walking to your car after getting a new sports bra instead of your comfort one that you had been using and abusing for years, and the next, you were standing and looking at rings.

“Are you interested in Cartier, miss?”

You smiled politely, “I’m not so sure, I’m just-I’m just looking.”

“Boyfriend? Girlfriend?” The man smiled.

“Boyfriend, yeah,” you chuckled bashfully.

The man hummed, “You look in love,” he pointed out, “Any special occasion?”

“I think,” you paused, furrowing your eyebrows a little as you gave him a smile, “I think I want to propose actually.”

His eyes went wide, and as did his smile, his fixed posture dropping as his hands went to his heart, “Oh!” He exclaimed, “We do live in modern times!” He grinned, “Come in, come in, I’ll show you the great deals.”

And you did. The man, whose name turned out to be Roberto, seemed excited as he showed you different bands; silver, gold, rose gold, thick, thin, 15% off, 40% off.

You were polite as you looked and nodded along, complimenting every ring he showed you and holding it in your palm.

“I just-Nothing really screams his name, you know?” You told him, turning around to glance at the shop.

There it was.

A flyer, stuck on the memo board they had behind the cashier stared back at you with its big, bold text screaming at you:

MAKE YOUR OWN JEWELRY!

Jewelry making workshop: 4 days, materials covered.

Ask us about the workshop!

“You have a jewellery-making workshop?” You asked Roberto, pointing at the flyer.

He hummed in confirmation, putting a ring back in its place, “It’s very fun.”

“How do I register?”

And then you found yourself having to lie about your whereabouts to Joe.

“I have a meeting with Rian Johnson tonight.”

“Hey, baby. No, trouble at work. I’ll be a little late.”

“Stressful week at work, yeah. The crew’s expected to stay late on set for two more days.”

Never would you have ever thought that you would be sitting opposite to a 57-year-old man, in overalls, as an only student in a jewellery-making workshop, melting and shaping metal.

Joe wasn’t someone who went all out and crazy with jewellery. In fact, it wasn’t a usual sighting to see him wearing rings, except years ago when he wore one on his pinky.

It was why you decided on making a simple design, and you were thankful for that because you were sure a 4-day workshop and with your minimal skills, you couldn’t do anything too complicated.

“And now,” Sid, the 57-year-old instructor, began quietly with a proud, soft smile, “Carefully put it in the box.”

You carefully held the finished ring, forgetting to breathe for a moment as you carefully put it inside the small black velvet box, a loud exhale leaving your lips as you looked at it.

“Good job, Y/N,” Sid smiled, watching you.

You laughed in excitement, not realizing that you were crying until you sniffled, “Do you think he’ll like it?”

“You made that ring, sweetheart,” Sid replied, “With your own hands. Any person who doesn’t love that is not worth keeping.”

By the time you were back, Joe was putting down his guitar, his head turning towards the door before a smile came to his face.

“Home sweet home,” he said, standing up with his arms open as he welcomed you in a hug, kissing your head, “How was your day?”

You hummed, looking at him with your arms around his waist, smiling as you replied, “It’s good now.”

“Cute,” he chuckled, leaning closer to press his lips against yours, “Have you eaten properly? You know iced coffee isn’t food, right?”

You rolled your eyes, “I had tacos,” you replied.

“Good choice,” Joe said with a smile, pecking your lips, “When are you going to rest?” He asked, “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” you replied, pecking his lips, “How about a dinner date on Saturday?”

“Where?”

“Wherever you want,” you said.

“We can stay home and cook something nice, what do you think?”

“I’ll cook,” you said, “Whatever you want.”

It was when Saturday came that you realized what it was that you were about to do.

You woke up two hours before Joe from the restless sleep you got. You were an anxious mess. From making sure you were squeaky clean with a shower, to moisturizing too much, to making sure your house was spotless, to shakily preparing breakfast, you had no idea how you were going to be even a tad bit calm for the night.

The velvet black box remained hidden in one of your purses; a place where you knew wasn’t risky because Joe never had a reason to go through your bags nor were they always in his sight.

Your heart remained frantically beating in your ribcage. Your hands remained shaking. Your mind remained alert enough to remind you to breath every minute or so.

“Mooorning,” you heard, feeling Joe’s hand on your waist before he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Good morning,” you smiled the best you could, turning to the side to place your hand on his neck as you stepped closer to kiss him.

Joe hummed, smiling as he squeezed your hip before his eyes fell on his mug of coffee, ready for him to drink, “Thank you, baby.”

You only smiled, turning around to turn off the stove on the scrambled eggs you were making for the both of you.

Mornings with Joe were always so peacefully quiet. He’d show you funny tweets, you’d show him funny TikToks, and then you’d both talk about the day you had ahead, all whilst seating beside each other, having your breakfast in the kitchen.

It was your conversation that had your calming down, but if you were to narrow it down, it was Joe’s presence that calmed you down.

Joe was simple. He had fans left and right, he was a main character in one of the most watched shows, and he made music that could make someone ascend to heaven, but he was very simple to the core. If you were to ask Joe about his perfect day, he’d say it’d be spent with you, some music playing with a nice meal, then maybe you’d take a walk around the park before going back home to cuddle to a movie he’d sleep in the midst of.

Maybe it was why your dinner date was one where the both of you weren’t dressed up for.

Instead, you were in plaid pajama bottoms with a black t-shirt from his Djo’s Decide merch. Joe was in sweat shorts, and in a t-shirt that you had gotten him as a joke months ago that said “I ❤ MY GIRLFRIEND”, with his hair a mess.

You were thankful for the t-shirt you were wearing hiding the bulging pocket of your pants, and even more so when you both had finally sat down to eat.

“Look at thaaaat!” Joe exclaimed, looking at the food you had prepared as the both of you sat on your dinning table.

You laughed shyly, giving him a shrug, “As if you weren’t helping me with it.”

“All you,” he shook his head, taking your plate in his hand as he began to put food on it, “Tell me about your week?”

And then you fell into the effortless conversations you both did so well. Laughter, dramatic gasps, a shit ton of compliments, and more laughter were shared as you both ate.

“And then we finally made it to the show,” you concluded your story, “Thankfully, Phoebe hadn’t, like, begun her set yet so we were so fucking lucky.”

“Was she good live? I can only imagine how cool her shows are.”

“She was so good,” you replied, talking about Phoebe Bridgers, “Like, I’d tell you I had a favorite song from the live show but I just don’t. They were all so good.”

“We should go together,” he pointed at you with his fork, “You know what, I think we need a new, like, a new goal.”

“And what’s that?” You smiled, leaning your head on your hands as you looked at him.

“We should see every single artist live,” Joe dramatically replied, “I’m talking Stevie Nicks, Cardi B, Phoebe Bridgers, Niall Horan, Silk Sonic. Literally everyone.”

You laughed, “Oh yeah? Are you planning on living until we’re 150 years old?” You teased him.

“We just-It’ll be easy! How fun would that be?”

“What? For you to be seen at every single show? Do you realize how absolutely crazy fans would go if they got pictures of you at all these people’s shows?”

He waved you off, “Then they’ll know I’m having a fuck ton of fun with my girlfriend,” he replied, “It’s a nice goal. Admit it.”

“It’s nice,” you admitted with a smile, “I could actually just call Niall though,” you said, “We’re not so close but we’re friends. He’s, like, one of the nicest people to ever exist.”

“You know Niall Horan,” Joe’s eyebrows went up with a smile, “That’s cool.”

“Want me to get you an autograph?”

“Fuck off,” he laughed, tapping your leg with his underneath the table, “Wouldn’t it be a little awkward if you talked to him? You know, given that you’re, you know…”

“Harry’s ex?” You asked, watching as Joe nodded. You shrugged, “No, Niall’s a nice guy. I think we sort of became friends a little, like, beyond Harry.”

Joe nodded again, “Alright so it’s a yes to seeing Niall live,” he said, “Do you know the rest of the One Direction guys, too?”

You shook your head, “Just Niall. Harry mostly kept contact with Niall more than the rest so I only met him.”

“I would’ve cried if you were friends with Zayn, honestly,” Joe said, making you laugh, “For real. He’s–The guy’s fucking majestic.”

“And he’s so unbothered,” you said, “Like he’s just out there doing his own thing and nobody knows a thing about him.”

“Exactly,” he said before grimacing, “Are we talking about your ex’s band on our date?”

“Not anyone’s fault he was in a successful band,” you chuckled.

“He’s successful,” Joe pointed out, making you nod. “Anyway, how’s it going with Rian Johnson?”

And then just like that, you both continued to talk some more.

It was 15 minutes later when you seemed to zone out, your mind going to the velvet box in your pocket as your heart frantically thumped against your chest, anticipating the awaited moment.

Your mind was elsewhere as you and Joe began cleaning the table, with him telling you about some pointless celebrity gossip he saw on Twitter that you both enjoyed so much.

It was when your hands were washed, that Joe wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning closer to leave a soft kiss to your neck, then cheek, then finally, your lips.

“Thank you for dinner,” he said.

“You liked it?” You wrapped your arms around his neck, a smile on your face.

“Loved it,” he said, “I love when we do that.”

“What?”

“This,” he shrugged, “Home-cooked meal, or any food really, just staying together and having a slow day,” he shrugged again, “I love it,” he said before smiling, “I love you.”

You smiled, moving your hands to his cheeks, “I love you,” you repeated. “Can I ask you a question?”

Joe hummed, nodding slightly.

“Do you imagine us together, like, forever?”

“Fuck yeah,” he gave you a look that screamed “What sort of question is that?” before he nodded, “Are you kidding?”

“You do?”

“Are we not-Are we not past that point? I thought it was obvious that we were, like, in this for eternity type of thing. No joke.”

“Just making sure,” you said before taking a deep breath, “Um, just so that what I’m about to do isn’t awkward,” you slowly removed your hands from his cheeks, watchin as Joe gave you a confused look.

Shakily, your hand grabbed the velvet box in your pocket, taking it out as Joe’s eyes went to it.

And before he knew it, you were down on one knee.

His eyes widened, a shocked grin on his face.

You cleared your throat, avoiding eye contact, “J,” you began, “I didn’t prepare a speech because I knew I’d forget it. But I want to see every artist live with you,” you said, “And I want the home-cooked meals, the slow days, I want it-Fuck, I want it all with you,” you laughed, sniffling as tears fell down in your hot cheeks before you finally looked up at him, laughing some more at his shocked expression, “Will you marry me?”

Instead of answering, Joe was down on his knees, grabbing your face in his hands as he pressed his lips on yours, one hand moving to tangle his fingers in your hair as he did.

“Yes,” he answered, out of breath, “You’re so fucking insane for that, you know? Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

You laughed in glee, wiping his tears, “Oh my God,” you laughed, kissing his lips once more.

The moment you pulled away, Joe looked down at the ring, making you remember the jewellery. You took out the ring, holding it with your fingers, “I made it,” you sheepishly and quietly said, “The waves are-It’s cheesy but we said our first I love you’s on the beach and,” you shrugged with a giggle.

“You’re unreal,” Joe shook his head in disbelief, “You had it made for me?”

“No,” you shook your head, “I made it. I made it myself,” you said, holding his hand in yours, “It was this 4-day workshop,” you said, “It’s not much, I kno-”

“Fuck ooooff,” he frowned, shaking his head, “This is the best fucking ring I have ever seen in my entire life,” he said, “You made it. You actually made it.”

Softly, you slid the ring onto his ring finger, grinning after you did so before looking at him.

Joe sniffled, letting out a small laugh as he turned his head, bringing his shoulder closer to wipe his tears before looking at his ring-clad hand, shaking his head in disbelief.

He stood up, holding his hand out for you, “Come here,” he said, pulling you up before pulling you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you, “I love you. I love you so fucking much, yeah?”

“I love you so fucking much, too.”

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foreverromanticising · 1 year

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WHEN WE ARE TOGETHER.

steve harrington.

[a lot of words idk you can count them, friends in love, sad steve, cows and yellow sweaters]

inspired by when we are together by the 1975, squint and you’ll see the ‘the only time i feel i might get better is when we are together’ line (listen to the song as u listen pls ily u wont regret it)

Steve Harrington had struggled with a myriad of things throughout the course of his life - from simple things like minor arguments with his friends and parents to more extreme like quite literally battling otherworldly monsters. He had been through it all, he had practically raised himself, and nothing ever seemed to get better.

The boy lived in a constant state of survival mode, nothing was ever easy enough in his life that he could relax for more than ten minutes at a time. Even sleeping, the only time he was guaranteed to relax slightly and take a deep breath, became more and more difficult as Steve grew older.

Nothing shocked him anymore; no amount of demodogs, evil old men trying to figure out who he worked for, or blood and gore even phased the boy. He had accepted that this was his life.

More often than not, he would return home with a bruised eye or his knuckles cut into pieces so he was pretty much used to anything that was thrown his way.

You watched it all from afar, not knowing Steve well enough to figure why he was always injured in some way or if you were even in a position to question him on it.

During your junior year and his senior year, you started a new job at Hawkins’ local diner with the intention of beginning your savings for the future. As expected, the pay wasn’t the best but you were never too bothered by it because it was merely a part time, weekend job.

However, the tips certainly made up for it from your usual and favourite customers. Especially, the tips that Steve Harrington left for you.

It was never something you questioned - you were never really in a place to - so after a few months of this same routine, every Sunday evening once it hit 5pm, because Steve was sure to waltz in some time soon, you put his same order through to the chefs: some chicken sandwich and a lemonade, without fail.

When he first started appearing, you never spoke to him more so than just merely taking his order and moving on. But, as time moved on, small talk turned into conversations that were just below surface level. Of course, you knew Steve from school, everyone knew him, but he never knew you.

And, god, he beat himself up for it everyday.

He recognised you, probably just from passing periods and lunch, but he didn’t know your name. Not until his Sunday nights went from more than you taking his order to you sitting down with him as he ate.

Neither of you were quite sure how it happened or why it happened, but you both liked it. Whether you could only sit for ten minutes or the whole hour, the conversation just seemed to flow despite the two of you never speaking outside of the diner.

Yet, you still didn’t know why Steve kept up such a routine. However, you could only be kept in the dark for so long, the question always on the tip of your tongue whenever you sat down with him. It only took so long until the question was inevitably asked.

“My parents aren’t home a ton… or, like, at all,” Steve shrugged his shoulders, like this was the most normal thing in the world - which it was, to him - and spoke through a mouthful of food. “I can’t cook much, ramen and cereal most of the time, so I’m sorta guaranteed a good meal here.”

It was more than just his parents never really being home, he knew that, but he didn’t want to unload all of his life struggles onto you. His parents were always at a conference or on a business trip somewhere - maybe even a vacation they just didn’t want to take Steve on - so they would leave a couple hundred bills by the front door and a kiss to his cheek before they were off for god knew how long.

Just because Steve was used to it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt; he hated spending his birthday alone, he hated spending the holidays alone, and he hated watching his so called act like this was normal just because they could use his empty house for a party whenever they felt like it.

His life was lonely; even more so now because of his break up with Nancy and how that had led to losing any friends his own age. Of course, he loved Dustin and all of his friends, but sometimes he just wanted someone, his age, to talk to about his life.

Not that you knew, but your chats with Steve at the diner were the best part of the boy’s week. The two of you could speak about the most meaningless crap but he would still make the effort to sit on your side of the diner, just to make sure you would be the one to serve him.

Your heart ached at the boy’s confession for it was something you never would’ve guessed. He was Steve Harrington; King of Hawkins High; the boy who had it all. But that was clearly some stereotype that flooded through high school, holding absolutely zero truth.

“I could name a handful more restaurants with better food.” You laughed it off because whilst the diner paid you, you wouldn’t exactly wish to eat there every week.

“Yeah, but do those restaurants have pretty girls that are willing to sit with me for the night?” A smile played on his lips, his eyes filled with nothing but flirt for you. “‘Cause I don’t think they do.”

You thought this was just Steve being who he was, a usual flirt, but as you got to know him you soon realised that wasn’t entirely the case. Around the same time the boy started visiting the diner was the time he had broke up with Nancy and fallen out with most - if not all of his friends.

He just wanted someone to keep him company, and who were you to say no to Steve Harrington?

So, spending Sunday evenings together developed into sitting together at lunch to Saturday movie nights with him to late night progressing into early morning phone calls. Your friendship developed far quicker than you ever anticipated; Steve was just easy to talk to.

He listened and was always there for you, just as you were always there for him, he was far smarter than you were, and never failed to lighten your mood or make you laugh.The list went on and on, each reason further solidifying your unexpected friendship.

You grew so close that once Steve got a job in Scoops Ahoy, meaning you would be spending less time together, you applied to the book store across from him in Starcourt. Luckily enough, you landed the job, the pay was better than the last, and at least this time you would actually enjoy what you were doing for work.

During your breaks, you would stride over to Scoops to take advantage of Steve’s free ice cream privileges- and maybe just so you could spend any extra time you could with the boy. You slipped around the counter, saying hey to Robin as you passed, and pulling up a chair right beside Steve’s in the break room.

Over the months you had known each other, your hormones had spurred as your friendship developed; touches started lingering just that little longer, seats were always pushed too close together so you could feel the heat from him, and Steve’s clothes seemed to push their way into your wardrobe more than your own.

“How’s work been, pretty girl?” Already, Steve had a little tub of your favourite ice cream waiting for you on the table in front of him. A strange wave of deja vu seemed to wash over you as it felt like you had been here before.

“Slow,” You shrugged your shoulders without much to report back on considering you had had maybe five customers that day and it was already nearing three in the afternoon. “Seems like nobody reads anymore.”

“The amount you read makes up for the rest of Hawkins.” Steve used his plastic spoon to take some of your ice cream, speaking with this mouth full.

“Yeah, but it’d still be nice to have some customers that weren’t old women or my english teacher.” From where you worked, you could see across the mall into Scoops and the never ending line of girls that seemed to pile in to flirt with Steve whilst you had to sit back and watch.

“No, you don’t,” He shook his head to disagree with you. “This place is full with people from high school, talking about their colleges and real futures, and I just gotta pretend I’m fine with the fact my life is falling apart.”

This seemed to be how your conversations went as of recently, always taking a self deprecating turn on Steve’s part. But he always played it off with a laugh, his words and actions entirely contradicting each other.

“Steve, stop that,” You quickly scolded him for the negative words that left his lips because you hated when he spoke badly of himself for he was so much more than what his job was. “You aren’t your job, and look on the bright side, at least you get to talk to people your age at your job.”

“What? You want to talk to hot guys at your job, is that it?” Steve had his fair share of girls coming into Scoops, twirling their hair and leaning just that bit too close over the counter, but he never led them on any further than just a smile and a wink. “I thought you coming over here with me was enough, didn’t know you were looking for anyone else.” And, as always, the infamous Steve Harrington smirk played on his lips as he spoke.

You weren’t sure when your friendship developed into whatever it was; him flirting with you or you flirting with him, it didn’t really matter. You were both older now - Steve recently eighteen and you just about to turn eighteen - a anyone could see that Steve Harrington was a pretty boy but you would argue that no one appreciated him like you did as you grew up.

More often than not, he would lay on the end of your bed, exasperated, as he complained about yet another failed date. You could never quite understand why he had so many unsuccessful attempts but it seemed to be a running theme with him.

It was a flirty comment, hands wandering along your waist, pulling you to sit on his lap- nothing but a bit of fun, that was all you thought of it. Waking up in the same bed wasn’t the same as it used to be, limbs intertwined and bodies pressed too close together.

Everything had just progressed so quickly in the space of a year. Your friendship always walking on the thin tissue, both of you wondering when you would plunge through into something more.

Because surely it had to mean something more to Steve? Just as it did to you? There was no way the constant touching, the way he smiled at you and pushed your stray hairs behind your ear, his eyes lingering those extra seconds whenever you wore those shorts that sat high on your thighs- there was no way that all meant nothing.

“Steve! Your turn!” Robin’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, her running into the break room even more so as you stared down at your half melted ice cream. “There’s, like, an entire school of children and I’m not dealing with giving each of them free samples.” She slumped down in Steve’s chair as soon as he reluctantly stood up.

“I’ll see you later, yeah? Want to come ‘round mine?” He spoke as he walked out of the room, his hand skirting over your shoulders only encouraging you to follow him and you happily obliged.

“Can we just go straight after work? I don’t wanna go home just to go to yours.” You stood to the side of the counter, taking in the supposed ‘school’ of children that Robin had ran away from- there were five children with their parents.

“Yeah ‘course, whatever you want,” Steve nodded his head but tried to take everyone’s orders as quickly as he could, waving them all goodbye within a few minutes. “I’ll come get you when my shift’s over.” He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before you could head back to the bookstore, and you could quite literally feel the smile on his lips.

The hours until the end of yours and Steve’s shifts passed by excruciatingly slow, waiting until you both could close and just go home. But, eventually, the time did come when Steve sauntered over, scoops hat ripped off of his head, and spinning his car keys around his fingertips.

“You ready to go, sweetheart?” He stood just outside of the store, the shutters halfway down as you ran out with a bundle of books in your arms and tried to avoid getting stuck under the shutters. “God, I think your bookshelf is gonna collapse one of these days.”

“I know, I think I need to get another one.” You knew Steve was just joking but you were being entirely serious with him.

You’d barely taken five steps away from the store before Steve was slipping his hands under the stack of books in your arms, sliding the books into his own arms without saying anything. He asked you about each of the books in his arms, not understanding the stories the same way you probably would but he always tried to make an effort to be interested in what you liked. The back and forth conversation lasted until you reached his maroon BMW, when he placed all of your books carefully into the backseats.

“Are you tired or do you wanna get something to eat? My treat.” Steve started the car and drove out of the Starcourt mall, the warm summer air flowed through the car and it felt like a relief after you both spent the whole day in the air conditioned mall.

“No, I think I just want to go home,” You shook your head, wanting nothing more than to pull off your uniform and grab one of Steve’s sweaters instead. “Unless you want to get something but you might want to get changed first.”

Even though it had been a few weeks of Steve working at scoops, his uniform never really got old. He didn’t seem to have any that deep of a hatred like you thought he would, but there was no denying his distaste for the hat that supposedly hid his best feature.

“Shit, yeah,” He laughed, forgetting he was even in those tight blue shorts and sailor’s shirt. “We’ll just go home, see what I can cook.”

And soon enough, you were back in Steve’s bed, wrapped up in his clothes, just the way you had wanted the night to end. He didn’t cook anything, there was no point in the boy trying - you both knew that - so you had reverted to ordering takeout instead.

You hadn’t even asked for his yellow sweater once the two of you trudged up the stairs after dinner more than Steve simply dug it out of his wardrobe for you.

“You can keep that, y’know,” Steve spoke once you stepped out of his bathroom, making your way over to the other side of his bed. “I never wear it and you like it more than me anyway.”

Of course, you were in no place to turn Steve’s offer down and from then on out, you wore that sweater probably more than you should’ve.

So, when Steve woke you up one morning with a phone call, seemingly much more awake than you were, and asked if you would run some errands with him, you grabbed your - his - sweater and were on your way. The sweater had lost the cedar, vanilla, bergamot, and Steve smell but you still wore it every chance you could.

It was a miserable day for Hawkins, the rain pelting off of Steve’s car and the clouded, dark skies made it feel like the day was never ending. Although, you weren’t sure you would be in any position to complain if the day never actually came to an end.

“I think it’s cute when all the cows lie down together, like they all just decide it’s time to nap or something.” Steve drove past a farm filled with cows on his way to the next store he needed, your attention caught as you stared out of the window.

“I think it’s actually something to do with the weather, not ‘cause they’re all tired so-” Steve decided to just bite his tongue then and there, not wishing to burst your bubble once you turned around to face him. Your cheeks pushed up to your eyes because of your smile, grinning ear to ear, and in no way was Steve going to tell you cows lay down because of the rain and not because they wanted to nap together. “Yeah, it’s cute, isn’t it?”

“So, what’s with all the errands? What’re you planning, Stevie?” You didn’t question Steve when he pulled you out of bed far too early for your liking, not when you had already been in three supermarkets, but you did once you read the ‘You are now leaving Indiana, Thank you for visiting!’ sign.

“My parents are coming back tomorrow,” He said the words like they were nothing, without following them up with anything and simply letting them simmer in the air. “I need to stock the fridge, learn to cook, deep clean the entire house and the pool, pretend I’ve got more than two friends my age, somehow get into a relationship-”

“Woah, hey, take a breather,” Steve was working himself up into a flurry, and you had seen this happen before whenever his parents visited; panicking over every little aspect about his life. “You don’t need to panic, I’ll help with whatever you need.”

“Really?” He turned to look at you with nothing but love in his eyes, feeling like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders as you nodded.

You were more than happy to help Steve for you knew just how anxious he became whenever his parents came home, even if it was just for a day or two. Your offer didn’t go under appreciated by Steve as you spent the next day trying to learn how to make a roast dinner from scratch whilst he ran around cleaning every crack and corner of his parents’ house.

“You didn’t tell me you could cook.” Steve hummed as he stood behind you in his kitchen, his chin near enough resting on your shoulder and his lips so close to your skin that you could feel his breath on your neck.

“I can’t, I’m following a recipe.” You turned your head barely by an inch and if Steve even dared to move his then your lips would press together- and you were praying to god that he couldn’t hear the heartbeat sounding through your pulse.

“Still better than anything I could do-” Steve huffed out a laugh and you felt his arms against your back, his fingertips grazing your waist but all of a sudden he jumped away.

The front door opened, the sound of suitcases being dragged inside could be heard through the house, and Steve’s mother started shouting ‘Stevie, my boy!’ once she was inside. Any sort of emotion that was on Steve’s face only a moment ago had been washed away as he grabbed your hand and pulled you along with him before he walked out of the kitchen to meet his parents.

“I missed you, Steve,” His mother immediately wrapped his arms around Steve causing him to drop your hand and be pulled off away by his mother. “Did you miss me?”

“Oh, yeah, loads.” Steve nodded his head with a tight lipped smile. He chose not to say anything considering he knew that if his mother missed him that much then she wouldn’t have left in the first place.

His father had skirted away somewhere upstairs after murmuring a hello to his son, leaving the three of you to stand in the threshold of the house.

“And who is this, Stevie? You have to introduce us.” His mother held out her hand for you to shake and you accepted as Steve introduced you. “You’re so pretty, dear, you could have absolutely anyone and you’re with my Steve?”

It was supposed to sound like a compliment to you but in the process she dragged her own son down and didn’t even seem to care. Neither you nor Steve seemed to care or correct her on the assumption that you were together.

“Well, we gotta run to the store and grab something for dinner but we won’t be long- tell dad I said hi.” And before his mother could even process what Steve had said, he had taken your hand again and pulled you out of his house, car key in hand.

Before you knew it, you were pushing a shopping cart through a supermarket, grabbing random groceries, really just so Steve could procrastinate going back home. You didn’t really need to speak about the brief interaction between a Steve and his parents, just seeing him instantly tense up around them was everything you needed to know.

“Am I shitty person if I just wanted them to stay away?” Steve broke the silence that you had been walking around the store in, his voice quieter than you had ever heard it before. His vulnerabilities were on a plate being shown to you and he didn’t have a care in the world. “Like, I hate when they just come back and act like everything is fine, like their money is gonna make up for everything- ‘cause I feel really fucking shitty.”

“I don’t think you’re a shitty person, Steve.” You shook your head, not letting Steve talk about himself in such a way - as you always done - especially considering what he had gone through to feel that way.

“My parents think I’m a shitty son.” He grabbed a box of sprite and placed it in the cart.

“Maybe ‘cause they’re shitty parents.” You knew they were his parents and that they probably loved him deep down - really deep down - but there was no denying how they treated their son was nothing but disgraceful.

“You’re too nice to me, sweetheart.” Steve caged his arms around you, holding onto the cart as well, your bodies pressed together as you pushed the cart through the store.

You would never say it out loud to your boy but you weren’t sure enough people were nice to him.

“Okay, and? Shoot me for it.” You turned your head to look up at him, your faces so close that you were reminiscent of how you were stood in his kitchen only hours prior.

And, no, he didn’t shoot you for it- how could he ever? But within a split seconds, his lips were pressed to yours and one of his hands cradled your face like he was scared that if he let go then you would disappear. As if you would even dare disappear from him when all you had ever wanted was for him to take the leap, to plunge through, and just kiss you already.

It had been too long of a wait but you would do it all over again to have your breath stolen with a kiss from your boy. You had spent to long pondering the ‘what ifs’ and ‘what could happens’ every time a hug lasted a beat too long or he left a kiss to your hair, but it seemed to all be for the right reasons because his kiss washed away any of the insecurities you held.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t not kiss you there.” Steve took a deep breath as he stepped back, accepting the fact he had probably destroyed a friendship, but he couldn’t even fight the smile on his face.

His smile that only grew in size when you ignored the cart full of groceries and pushed up onto your toes to hold his face and kiss him back. You weren’t sure what had randomly spurred Steve to kiss you but you wouldn’t ever complain.

“Can we just go home? I don’t even want any of these groceries.” He pulled away from you, well aware of the fact you two were stood in a very public place in your very small town.

“You want to come to my place, instead? We don’t have to go back to yours.” You weren’t quite sure what home was for you or Steve because you said it whenever you were going to each other’s houses, but it seemed to make sense.

“Yeah, please,” Steve nodded his head and intertwined your fingers, leading you out of the store and towards his car. “I think I’m just gonna pretend my parents aren’t hear until they leave for fucking Michigan or Massachusetts, wherever they’re going.”

“You can stay at mine, your clothes are all there anyway.” There was no denying your wardrobe was filled with half of Steve’s anyway, even as his yellow sweater adorned your body anyway.

The car ride back from the grocery store was better than the one going; the air wasn’t as thick and you both sat with lovesick, cheesy smiles on your face. Steve’s hand held your thigh as he drove, your head turned to look out of the window as always.

“The cows are lying down again.” You pointed to the crowd of cows all laying down together as you always found yourself rather amused by them.

“Yeah, they’re probably tired by now- it’s getting late.” Steve humoured you, simply agreeing as he looked to see all of the cows laying down together because you talking about cows in his sweater was possibly the only thing that made him feel better when everything else in his life was crappy.

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harringtons-cupid · 1 year

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DJO would write you a song but not tell you that it was for you, until you were stood in the crowd.... Listening to the words flow out of his mouth, his eyes flickering between you and being closed.

He would sing the words "I love you" through his lyrics, maybe even write you a little message that was a private thing between you both.

You would always travel with him, he would never feel confident without you. His nerves would pile on top of each other until he knew that you were standing in the crowd.

You would be the first person who he would go to about his songs, even if you knew nothing about lyrics. Your reassurance would be the first advice he needed to progress through the songs.

There would very limited models, you would be the most important person in his videos. He would argue and argue that you were the only woman necessary, finally loosing to the fact that they needed "more than your silly little girlfriend" he would walk off in anger until you received an apology.

If you didn't like something, he would ignore everything else. He adored you and took your opinions seriously. He would never kiss anyone but you.

He would record your voice that would be added into his songs, your face through the glass at the recording booth but the only thing that got him through tricky days.

Once referencing your influence that of Jim Morrison and Pamela Courson

He would hum his songs around the house, serenading you with the songs about you. Dancing with you in the kitchen, scratching DJO into your skin during sex.

#DJO #joe keery #decide #djo decide #djo time #djo music #djo imagine #djo x you #joe keery x reader #joe keery x fem!reader #joe keery x you #joe keery x y/n #djo blurb #joe keery blurb #i want your video

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mayrose713 · 2 years

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I'm Used To It

Steve Harrington x fem reader

Summary: When Y/n’s alcoholic mother comes home things don’t go well after she finds out where she had been. With nowhere else to go Y/n remembers she’s not the only one dealing with this kind of thing and calls Steve to pick them both up for the weekend. Friends to lovers.

Warnings: alcohol abuse, alcoholic parent, divorce, mention of abandonment, swearing, trauma

Word count: 3548

A/N: Most things that I write are based closely on my own experiences and traumas, this way I can write a better and happier ending though. If you go through anything similar please know you are not alone and you are always welcome to message me if you need to talk.

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“Sweetheart, ’m home.” Y/n heard her mother call out from the front door of their trailer but something didn’t seem right.

“Mom?” Y/n came out of her room to find her mom trying to keep herself up. “Where have you been?”

“Ran inta an old friend.” She smiled at her daughter. “We talked for awhile.”

“You went drinking.” Y/n started to get both mad and upset.

“Nooooo.” Her mom shook her head before almost falling over.

“You’re obviously drunk!” Y/n yelled.

“Pssh, you’re being redicu-lish. ‘m not drunk. Haven’t been in yearsh.” She badly lied as she walked over trying to hug Y/n. “Watcha have fur dinner?”

“I didn’t.” Y/n pushed her mom off her. “We had planned to have dinner together, remember? We were going to cook since we were both going to actually be home tonight.”

“Sorry. Wanted to catchup with a friend.” She pouted since her daughter pushed her away and tried acting like she was sober.

“No, you wanted to go drink. How long has it been going on this time?” Y/n started to yell. “Going to rehab three times already wasn’t enough for you to keep sober? Or how about dad leaving us for a girl ten years younger than you when I was fourteen because he didn’t want to deal with you drinking anymore.”

“Really?” Her mom started to yell back. “Really had to go there?”

“Yes, I did.” Y/n walked over to the fridge to find herself dinner since it’s already nine o’clock.

“Whatcha ya doing?”

“Finding myself dinner, duh.” Y/n rolled her eyes.

“Do ya really think ya need more to eat?” That hit a nerve in Y/n.

“Fine.” Y/n slammed the fridge door and stomped to the front door.

“And where do ya think you’re going?” Her mom yelled, stopping her for a second.

“Being like dad and getting the hell away from you.” Y/n yelled with tears brimming her eyes before leaving.

She took a second to breathe trying to figure out what to do. Then she remembered how Max moved to the trailer park after her step dad left and she has a similar situation with her mom. Y/n was the only person Max trusted to tell about what was going on at home. She then decided that’s where she's going to go since it was a Friday night and is sure Max isn’t doing well either.

It only took Y/n a few minutes before she was knocking on the younger girl's front door.

“Y/n?” Max looked at her confused then noticed the tears still threatening to escape. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just, you know my mom.” Y/n explained then noticed the older redhead passed out on the couch with a bunch of beers scattered around. “It looks like we’re in the same boat actually.”

“Yeah, though I’ve never seen you so upset like this.” Max grabbed her hand pulling her into the trailer and towards her room making sure the doors closed. “What happened tonight?”

“Max, I love you, you’re like my baby sister especially with how similar our lives are.” Y/n had grabbed her hands. “But this is something you don’t need to be burdened with, it’s mine.”

“It’s also not something you need to keep bottled up and deal with alone.” Max squeezed her hands. “Please Y/n/n talk to me.”

Y/n thought about it for a second then felt exactly how hungry she was and decided on something else.

“Have you eaten dinner?” Y/n asked, having noticed there wasn’t much food in the trailer.

Max stayed quiet for a moment before shaking her head. “No, even with two jobs we don’t have much money and most of what we have mom spends on booze.”

“I’m going to call Steve, okay. Tell him what's going on and to pick us up.” Y/n explained grabbing the phone from the bedside table but Max stopped her.

“You can’t.” Max looked at the older girl with pleading eyes. “Please, I told you about all of this in confidence because you understand and I see you as an older sister too. I don’t want anyone else knowing, especially not Lucas, and Steve is too close with him and the others.”

“Max, he’s my best friend and already knows about my situation and he’s never told anyone else.” Y/n explained. “He’s very protective of not just me but also you, he would want to know. Give you a place away from this.”

“He’s protective of you because he’s in love with you.” Max told her which gave Y/n butterflies in her stomach.

“Steve’s not in love with me, we’ve been friends for as long as I can remember.” Y/n said.

“But you’re in love with him.” Max reminded her. “And don’t try to lie, you already admitted it when we played truth or dare with El over the summer.”

“And I told you guys that I don’t plan to ever tell him since I don’t want to ruin our friendship.” Y/n reminded her. “And there’s no way he’s in love with me.”

“Keep telling yourself that Y/n/n.”

“Anyways, I’m calling Steve.” She started dialing his number.

“Hello.” Steve quickly answered.

“Hey, it’s me.”

“Y/n? Everything okay?” Steve perked up. “I thought you were doing a night in with your mom tonight?”

“Yeah, that didn’t exactly happen like it was supposed to.” Y/n let out a long sigh. “She decided instead of dinner with me to get drunk with a friend.”

“Got it, I’m on my way to get you and we’ll pick up pizza on our way home.” Steve said and she could hear him moving around.

“Actually, I’m at Max’s.” Y/n looked at the younger girl. “We’re kind of dealing with the same thing right now.”

“What? Max too?” Steve wasn’t expecting to hear that from his best friend, after meeting Max he couldn’t help but feel protective of her especially with everything from Billy. “Okay, tell her to pack a bag for the weekend, you’re both staying over. You still have some clothes here, and besides you like to sleep in my shirts anyways.”

“Thanks Steve.” Y/n smiled. “And just like my situation, don't tell anyone about Max, especially the boys.”

“Completely understand, I’ll be there in a few minutes to pick you both up, see you soon.” Steve said before hanging up.

Y/n placed the phone back on the nightstand and turned to Max. “Pack a bag for the weekend, you’re staying with us.”

“It’s okay Y/n, I’m fine staying here.” Max shook her head.

“Max, you and I both know I won’t let you stay here with your mom passed out and not enough food to feed you.” Y/n said while standing up and grabbing a bag from the girls closet. “And We both know that Steve will carry you over his shoulder to force you into his car and keep you all weekend to make sure you’re safe and fed. He did that to me when I was fifteen and learned about what was going on with my mom. Though he was more pissed that it was happening since I was eleven and I never told him, that he found out when he snuck over trying to get me to go to a party.”

“You know that’s kidnapping right?” Max laughed a little, taking the bag from Y/n and started packing some things.

“Yeah, I told him that.” Y/n also laughed. “He didn’t give a shit. I’m sure he’s going to feel the same now even if it’s three years later, especially when it's you Max.”

“I’m pretty sure he’s only doing this because he loves you and I’m basically your little sister.” Max scoffed.

“Max, he cares about you very much, I promise he does.” Y/n reassured her. “He still would have done this even if it was just you who called him.”

Just then there was a honk outside and Max looked out the window to see the familiar red BMW.

“That’s Steve.” Max turned back around. “I’ll meet you guys outside in a minute, just gotta put a few things away and leave a note for my mom in case she sobers up at some point this weekend.”

“Okay, don’t be too long.” Y/n kissed the top of her head before making her way through the trailer and out the front door to find Steve leaning against the driver side.

“Hey Y/n/n.” He pushed himself off the car and over to his best friend where he quickly engulfed her in a hug. “How are you doing?”

“The same as I always am when this happens.” She explains. “Her getting upset with me as though she didn’t do anything wrong, me getting mad at her for blowing me off and drinking then her having to say something about me trying to eat dinner.”

“I’m so sorry.” He squeezed her tighter.

“It’s okay Steve, I’m used to it at this point.”

“No it’s not okay Y/n, but we’ll figure it out later, for now let's just get you and Max out of here.” He said before letting her go and realizing the red head wasn’t around. “Speaking of, where is Max?”

“She was finishing packing her bag and writing a note for her mom, just in case.” She explained.

“Is she doing okay?” Steve was very worried. “How long has she been dealing with this?”

“Why don’t you go inside and ask her?” He looked at Y/n confused which made her sigh. “She doesn’t think you care about her, that you’re just doing this for me.”

“What?” Steve was surprised by this. “Of course I care for her, I have ever since I met her, especially after I learned she was Billy’s step sister. Was scared for her and what she had to deal with living with him.”

“Go talk to her.”

Steve nodded his head before walking to the trailer as Y/n got into the passenger seat of his car. Max was finishing up the note to her mom when she heard the door open again.

“Sorry Y/n, almost done.” She looked up only to find Steve and not her sister figure standing in the entryway looking at the horror of where she lived. “Steve?”

“Hey Maxy, you okay?” Steve asked moving over to her using the nickname she okayed the older male and Y/n to use occasionally, but not all the time.

“Yeah, I’m great.” She gave a fake smile to him while folding a piece of paper and writing “mom” on it. “You know how Y/n/n is, overreacts sometimes when it comes to me?”

“Are you sure?” He asked while eyeing the place before moving over to the kitchen and searched the cabinets and fridge to find little to no food. “How long has this been going on?”

“Not long.” She shook her head while refusing eye contact.

“Max.” He moved to her, placing his hands on her shoulders and leaning down to be eye level with her. “How long has this been going on?”

Max took in a deep breath and looked up at him with tears threatening to escape her eyes. “Since my step dad left after Billy’s funeral. Mom took on two jobs and started drinking a lot more.”

“That long?” He rubbed his forehead before moving his hand through his hair. “How often is she drinking?”

“Every night, until she’s passed out.” Max looked over at her mom asleep on the couch.

“And where’s all the food?” He asked.

“She hasn’t gone to the store in over two week, keeps saying that she doesn’t have a lot of money right now to go but then comes home with more beer.” She finally started to cry and Steve quickly wrapped his arms around her to let her cry into his chest.

“I’m so sorry Max.” He whispered so that only she could hear, even though she was the only one there besides her passed out mother.

“It’s okay Steve, I’m used to it.” Saying the same thing Y/n tells him.

“No Maxy, it’s not okay. Y/n tells me the same thing in this situation but it’s not okay.” He then pulls away and crouches down with his hands on her shoulders again. “Please know that I care about you, very much, and if you ever need to talk or need a place to stay to get away from your mom or even just need a meal please, please call me.”

“I will.” She nodded as she wiped the tears off her cheeks. “Thank you Steve.”

“Anytime kid.” He smiled and stood up grabbing her bag off the counter. “Now let's go have an awesome weekend.”

“This never gets spoken about.” Max said as they walked through the trailer. “Especially not too…”

“Yeah, yeah. Especially not to the guys.” Steve interrupted her. “I would never tell anyone about this without your permission.”

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The three of them drove to one of the few pizza places still open ordering a large before going back to Steves where they sat and ate and just talked while trying to keep the mood light.

“Wait seriously, Erica told you that about Lucas?” Y/n laughed at what Max had just told them.

“How do we know it’s not just Erica trying to embarrass her brother?” Steve asked but was still smiling.

“Have you met Erica?” Y/n raised a brow at him. “She would never tell a lie like this, but embarrassing her brother just makes it better.”

“You can’t tell Lucas about this though. He doesn’t even know that I know.” Max explained.

“Our lips are sealed.” Y/n and Steve say at the same time making all of them laugh.

“Well, I think I’m going to turn in for the night.” Y/n stood up, grabbing all of the plates off the table and the pizza box.

“It is getting late.” Steve said while looking at his watch then followed his best friend into the kitchen where he took over doing the dishes from her.

“Max, I’ll show you to the guest bedroom.” Y/n said, grabbing the girl's bag.

“Thank you again for letting me stay here.” Max said to Steve.

“Anytime kiddo.” He smiled. “I’ll follow you guys up in a few minutes.”

As Max followed Y/n she noticed one room to the right of the stairs that must be Steve’s parents room then followed her passed one which must be Steve’s, then passed the bathroom and into the one next to it.

“Do you normally sleep in here?” Max asked moving to the bed where Y/n placed her bag.

“No, I usually sleep in Steve's bed.” She explained until she noticed the look Max was giving her. “Don’t look at me like, we’ve been doing this since we were kids okay.”

“Whatever you say.” Max smiled.

“I’m going to go change real quick, then I’ll be back.” Y/n told her before leaving.

Y/n grabbed one of Steve's old Hawkins High swim team shirts and a pair of black pajama shorts she’s left one of the last times she spent the night. She came back into the guest room to see Max in a long sleeved nightgown sitting cross legged on the bed with some comic books.

“Wonder Women, nice.” Y/n picked one of the comic books up before sitting across from her.

“I didn’t know you were on the swim team?” Max looked at her shirt.

“I’m not.” Y/n looked down, flipping through the pages.

“Is that Steve’s shirt?” Max gawked before giggling a bit. “Are you sure you two aren’t already dating?”

“Shut up.” Y/n laughed a little before putting the book down and looking at the younger girl. “How are you doing Maxy?”

“I’m fine.” Max refused to look at her.

“Really?” Y/n eyed her. “Please talk to me. Lucas told us about how you guys broke up.”

“I have nightmares sometimes about that night at the mall.” Max started to explain. “And you know, my mom doesn’t really help, but it’s fine.”

“You know I told you that you could come over whenever you needed.” Y/n placed a hand on the red head's shoulder. “You should have told me that you didn’t have food for dinners and stuff.”

Max shrugged her shoulders before sighing. “It’s just, you have your own shit to deal with, you have your own alcoholic obviously.”

“Yes I do, but I also don’t deal with it every night.” She paused for a second. “Well at least not in a while. It just depends on if it's a one time slip up or a long ‘slip up’. But anyways, you know I’m always here and so is Steve.”

“I’m getting used to it Y/n/n, it’s okay.”

“Yeah, you don’t get to use my line against me.” Y/n laughed a little. “But seriously, please call us.”

“I will. Thank you.” Max smiled at her before they hugged each other.

“How are you two girls doing?” Steve knocked on the doorframe wearing flannel pajama pants and an old tshirt and watched as they let go of their hug.

Max looked at Y/n for a second before turning to Steve with a smile. “We’re good.”

“That’s good.” Steve smiled back. “I’m really sorry you guys have to go through this.”

The two girls looked at each other with a smirk before saying at the same time “We’re used to it.”

“Very funny.” Steve rolled his eyes. “Why don’t we go to bed Y/n/n.”

The older girl nodded her head and stood up moving over to Max and kissed her on the head. “Night Maxy.”

“Night Y/n/n.”

“Good night kiddo.” Steve moved and ruffled her hair after Y/n left the room.

“You know she loves you right?” Max said before he could leave.

“What?”

“Y/n. She loves you.” Max said again. “I know you love her too with how you look at her, we all know it.”

“Of course I love her, she’s my best friend.” Steve tried to play it off.

“Steve, you’re in love with her.” Max corrected, making him sigh.

“What am I supposed to do? I don’t want to ruin our friendship.” He brushed his hand through his hair.

“Just tell her. I promise you won’t ruin your friendship.” She reassured him.

“Fine.” He closed her eyes before looking at her again. “I’ll do it if you promise to call whenever you need something.”

Max thought it over for a second before nodding her head. “Deal. Good night Steve.”

“Good night.”

Steve turned off the lights in the room before going back to his to find Y/n already laying in bed.

“Everything okay?” She asked while sitting up when she noticed him.

“Yeah.” Steve nodded his head as he took his shirt off since he likes to sleep without one. “She just wanted to tell me something.”

“What’d she say?”

“It’s nothing.” He lied as he started to get in bed.

“Steve.”

“Do you remember when I punched that guy at the last party of the school year last year?” He asked, confusing her.

“Yeah, the blonde baseball player who was flirting with me.” She nodded her head. “Why are you bringing that up right now?”

“Do you know why I punched him?”

“You had said that you had heard him talk shit to some of the guys making a bet that he could get in my pants in less than five minutes.” She explained. “You were being your protective self as usual.”

“Well I lied.” He sighed.

“What?”

“I never heard him make a bet.” Steve confeased.

“Then why did you punch him?” She was really confused now.

Steve looked over and pushed some hair behind her ear. “I was jealous.”

“What would you be jealous about?” She giggled a little.

“I was jealous because I hated seeing some guy flirt with you.” He said while placing a hand on her cheek. “Because I’m in love with you.”

“Really?” Y/n couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her best friend, Steve “the hair” Harrington, is in love with her.

“Really. You don’t have to say it back or an…”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence though as Y/n leaned up and kissed him. He was shocked at first but quickly composed himself and kissed her back. It was a soft kiss but he could feel all of her emotions in it and she could feel his.

They soon pulled apart needing to breathe but looked deep into each other's eyes.

“I love you too.” Y/n finally said, making him smile before he pulled her back into another kiss.

“Well finally.” A voice from the door caused them to stop everything and turn towards the culprit to find Max with the biggest smile. “I’m radioing everyone.”

Max left, leaving the two alone again as they smiled at each other before going back to what they were doing before being interrupted.

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A/N: Sorry if this was badly written, had to take a few breaks while writing it so as to not cry because I’ve gone through the same things both Y/n and Max go through from when I was 11 until I was 20. Though I wasn’t lucky enough to have a Steve in my life until I was 17 who had an alcoholic father and understood what I was going through and gave me an out whenever I needed it.

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alyswritings · 2 years

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Interview

Joe sits in the chair by Jimmy Fallon's desk, enjoying the interview.

"So, you have a daughter?" Jimmy asks.

"Yes." Joe nods, a small smile coming to his face as he thinks of his daughter.

"How old is she?" Jimmy asks.

"She is two." Joe answers.

"Do you care if she comes out here?" Jimmy asks.

"No. No, not at all." Joe says. The crowd starts to cheer and a woman leads Y/N towards the stage. The toddler girl is sucking on her thumb and tightly grasping onto a blankie.

She blinks at all the cheers, looking around, until she sees her dad beckoning her over. Y/N gets to Joe as quickly as possible, him lifting her into his lap once she's close enough.

The crowd gushes over her cuteness and she cuddles into Joe's chest, messing with a button on his shirt.

"You okay?" Joe quietly asks her and she nods.

"Hi, Y/N." Jimmy softly greets, waving at her.

"Say hi." Joe whispers.

"Hi." Y/N quietly tells the interviewer, both him and the crowd gushing over her being adorable.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Jimmy." He introduces. Y/N just nods, leaning into her dad more. "Do you know what your dad's job is?"

"Play pretend." Y/N answers.

"She's not wrong." Joe says. He softly rubs her back to reassure her that she's okay.

"Have you seen any of your dad's movies or shows?" Jimmy asks and Y/N shakes her head. "No?"

"He no let me." Y/N pouts making the audience laugh.

"When you're much, much, much older." Joe says. "She's seen the Domino's commercials." He adds making everybody laugh.

Y/N stays on Joe's lap the rest of the interview, refusing to leave him due to her comfort in being at his side.

#joe keery #joe keery blurb #joe keery drabble

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allfandomxreader · 2 years

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Back to You | 2

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eight months ago, you swore you would never step foot in Hawkins again. When Robin begs for you to come home for spring break, you find yourself agreeing despite better judgment. You’ve missed everyone, you could endure one more week in Hawkins if that means you can see your friends again.

Words: 7.9k

Part: 2/9

Warnings: Language, alluded depression and anxiety, blood, underage drinking

A/N: I hope you enjoy :) this series takes SO much effort into finding all the details so it’s hard to post regularly, my apologies. Feedback is always appreciated and ily <3

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Downtown Hawkins looks almost like it did when you were young. The sidewalks are busy, shops are full of people, and cars fill up parking lots. There’s a life that buzzes throughout the small area, something you thought was forever lost when Starcourt opened. Of course, parts are still deserted. For sale signs hang in a few windows and graffiti is stained on brick walls of abandoned stores, but for the most part, a piece of Hawkins's economy has been restored. It’s a weird sight, an even weirder feeling to see how the town had bounced back so quickly. A part of you is relieved that everyone could move on with their lives after the events of last July. You wish you could join them.

Your car door slams behind you as you step into the cool air. You balance two coffees and a paper bag into your hands walking into Family Video, ignoring the ringing bell when stepping into Robin’s work, she’s expecting you.

“Sorry it took so long, Gloria was working.” You half grumble, wiping your shoes on the entryway mat. “They didn’t have your fancy fritter or whatever, so I got two glazed and two sprinkles.” You say setting the food on the counter and taking out napkins. “Gloria looks good, still talks your ear off though. She said Walter should graduate with honors this year,” you chuckle to yourself. “Didn’t think he had it in him.” You look towards Robin once you have breakfast situated, blood running cold when met with two pairs of eyes. “What are you doing here?” You snap towards Steve.

He looks taken back by your question, shaking his head as if he didn’t hear you right. “Uh, I work here?”

“No shit, I thought Keith was working this morning.” You glance towards Robin who grows pale under your gaze. She pushes herself further into The Last Dragon poster that hangs behind them as if she could somehow disappear into the artwork. You wouldn’t have come if you knew he’d be here, he shouldn’t be here. You practically begged her for his work schedule for the week just to know when to avoid the building like the plague. You have it memorized by now, he’s off today, works tomorrow, closes Monday, and opens Thursday.

Today is your day with Robin, it was even confirmed on the phone last night. You said you’d bring donuts and spend the morning with her while the store was slow to keep her company. You even got one for Keith so he wouldn’t badger you for coming in during operation hours. You’d have lunch at the new deli that opened up a few months ago during her break, she always raved about how much you’d like their sandwiches. Then you’d go home but return at six to pick her up and catch the last showing of Highlander for the evening.

Steve could have his day tomorrow, Monday, and Tuesday. You didn’t want to take her away from Steve by any means, that’s not your place nor is it fair. But she knows how you can’t bear to even look at him. You wish that you could be cordial enough to spend time with the two of them again, how it used to be, you really, truly do. But everything was far easier back then. So, you delegated the days you wanted with Robin to protect yourself, to avoid all the pain that came along with seeing Steve Harrington. She said she understood.

“I took his shift.” Steve shrugs.

“I tried to call earlier but nobody answered,” Robin admits, she can’t bring herself to look at you. “But you’re just in time! I think I found or morning movie.” She runs across the floor and to a stand, quickly swiping a film and turning to face you and Steve once again. “Doctor Zhivago.” Her eyes dart between her best friends, trying desperately to alleviate the awkwardness in the room.

“Ugh, you know I don’t do double VHS.” Steve groans, pushing himself away from the wall.

“But it’s about doomed love.” She whines.

“Oh, well, that’s relatable.” He mumbles the phrase to himself. A lump rises in your throat, you don’t think he meant for you to hear.

“Precisely.” She grins. “Also, Julie Christine is like b-b-bonkers hot in this. Like seriously the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my life.”

It’s like you’ve disappeared from the room altogether when they speak. It’s clear their banter hasn’t changed. It seems now it’s only gotten stronger through the months. You feel out of place seeing how they interact with one another, their jokes, their laughter. You were once a part of this, laughing and smiling with the people that meant the most to you in this world. Now, you feel like an outsider. It’s the same feeling you felt at the basketball game, only stronger now that it’s happening up close.

Maybe downtown Hawkins isn’t the only thing that’s changed in the last eight months. Maybe everyone’s moved on, Robin, Steve, Dustin, every single person you were close to and grew up with. Maybe you’re the only one who’s still stuck in the past, consumed by the tragedies that took place in the small radius of Hawkins’ city limits. At this rate, you’ll forever be trapped somewhere that doesn’t exist anymore no matter how far you run. Tormented for an eternity while everyone else has finished picking up their broken pieces and healed.

“I should go.” You blurt, both heads turn to you. “I’ll come back and pick you up for the movie tonight, Robin. And you can have my breakfast, Steve. I lost my appetite.” You begin to turn towards the door before Steve stops you.

“No, Y/N, stay. I’ll go sort these in the back.” He gestures to the cart in front of him littered with tapes. “Enjoy the morning movie.” His voice sounds pained when he speaks, his shoulders deflate as he begins pushing the cart.

“No!” Robin yelps. “This is ridiculous, you said you would be civil.” Robin shoots an accusatory finger in your direction. “And you said you wouldn’t make things weird.” Steve’s head falls, suddenly content with the movies before him. “I have my best friends back in the same room together, which I never thought would be possible. We’re all here now, we can’t change that. Can we just act like adults and put the past aside for just a few hours? Until the movie ends, that’s all I ask.” She pleads. “Then you can go back to hating one another and everything will be normal again. But I don’t want to spend my entire spring break stuck in the middle of you two trying to avoid each other if you happen to be in the vicinity.” Robin’s eyes are full of dread as they dart between you and Steve.

“Fine.” You sigh. “Until the end of the movie.” She grins, giddily grabbing the remote and practically skipping towards the TV to make sure it’s in range. As Steve and his cart move past you, you gently push the bag of donuts toward him. Your breath hitches when he looks at you with confusion, brows furrowed at your actions.

“Got an extra for Keith, all yours.” It’s a small gesture, but you hope Robin counts it as a peace offering.

“We’re in the Forest Hills trailer park in east Roane County. We don’t have a lot of details now, but we can confirm that the body of a Hawkins High student was discovered early this morning.” A reporter’s voice fills the room with the last news you wanted to hear. You and Steve walk towards Robin in a daze, planting your bodies in front of the screen. “Police have not released the name although we are told they’re currently in the process of notifying the family.”

“Holy shit,” Steve mumbles, eyes glued forward taking in every word she says. Commercials take over then, leaving the three of you in a heavy silence.

“Do you think…” Robin begins, unable to finish her sentence. You don’t need her to continue. You already know the question she wants to ask.

“No, El killed that thing,” Steve answers with confidence, though when he glances your way, you know he too isn’t certain.

“How do you know?” Robin searches for answers that you don’t have. She’s only known about the Upsidedown for a year, you and Steve have far more knowledge but still, you’re clueless.

“Because El nearly died taking out the Mindflayer. She lost her powers, no way it’s still standing.” Steve continues. “Right?” He turns to you, silently begging you to agree, to reassure him that it’s truly over.

“I don’t know,” you say meekly. “I mean I think so? But it’s come back before, who’s to say it won’t again.” You fold your arms around yourself. “Then again, Hawkins is prone to evil, maybe there really is some psycho murderer. It could just be some awful tragedy. We shouldn’t jump to conclusions just yet, okay?”

Without any warning, the front doors swing open sending the shrill scream of the bell throughout the store. Robin and Steve stand straighter, plastering forced smiles, and turn to the sound. Their customer service fronts crumble at the sight of Dustin and Max.

“Hey, Steve.” Dustin pants, rushing towards the counter.

Max runs to you, throwing her arms around your body with force. You almost lose balance. She buries her head into your shoulder, squeezing you as if her life depends on it. “When did you get back?” she mumbles, refusing to pull away.

“Yesterday.” You answer, wrapping your arms around her just as tight.

Max seemed to gravitate toward you once she was initiated into the party. You think she secretly liked having a young woman to look up to. Truthfully, it was nice to have another girl around, it was refreshing after being surrounded by prepubescent testosterone all the time. Of course, you liked El, it was hard not to. Normally, El was too busy with Mike to hang out with you and Max.

Max brought an edge to the group, you always thought she was the missing piece that tied them together. She carried herself with confidence you had never seen, she radiated independence and part of you envied her for it.

In the beginning, she barely acknowledged your existence, which you didn’t blame her for. You only saw her on occasion. Sometimes it’d be in passing at the arcade when you dropped off the boys or when she waited by Billy Hargrove’s car after school when he was running late. That was before you’d witnessed a particularly bad skateboarding accident.

Max was prone to scrapped palms and bloody knees. She knew how to patch herself up, she made that very clear the moment you rushed out of your house to come to her aid. You noticed how her eyes glistened and her tear-stained cheeks, though you never pointed it out. You helped her stand, ignoring her protests through gritted teeth. You didn’t ask why she was on your street so far away from home as you helped her inside. You figured that you’d do the same if you were trapped under the same roof as Billy. The two of you didn’t say much of anything as you pressed a cloth to her wounds and finished off your box of band-aids.

You drove her home that night. She thanked you in a quiet, almost embarrassed voice before getting out of your car. You thought you’d never speak to her again, at least not like that. But when Steve and Dustin became close, you found yourself in her presence more and more.

Over time, she started to confide in you, coming to your home to escape her own. She’d gush about Lucas in between doing her algebra problems and bring magazines to trade while the two of you listened to Madonna on your bedroom floor. She even asked you to drive her to the Snowball because it’d be “Totally embarrassing to be dropped off by my mom.” You brought the perfume she always complimented and slipped her a lip gloss before she ran into the school.

She was one of the hardest goodbyes when you left. The two of you wrote to each other weekly and neither one of you missed your Friday night phone call. One of the main reasons you came back was because of her. You didn’t need Robin to tell you that something was wrong, you noticed it in the previous weeks. You never wanted to be the one to point it out.

“This reunion is great, but we have more important things to focus on,” Dustin says, eyes wild as he looks from Max to Steve.

“You guys see this?” Steve asks, throwing his thumb over his shoulder and to the TV behind him.

“How many phones do you have?”

“Someone was murdered.” Steve’s voice is stern as he looks at the young boy.

“How many phones do you have?” Dustin repeats himself again, this time louder, completely ignoring Steve’s words.

“Two. Why?”

“Technically three, if you count Keith’s in the back,” Robin adds, the two of them share confused glances before looking at Dustin fully.

“Yeah, three works,” Max speaks up then, nodding towards Dustin as he shrugs off his backpack.

“What are you doing?” Steve begins, just as Dustin throws his bag behind the counter, knocking over tapes in the process. “Whoa, what are you—”

“My pile!”

“No, no, no! My tapes! Dude, what are you doing man?” Steve yelps.

“Setting up base of operations here.” Dustin situates himself in front of the computer, already tapping around on the keyboard.

“Base of operations?” Robin huffs, picking up movies that are scattered around the floor.

“Stop, get off.” Steve whines.

“No, I need it.”

“Need it for what?”

“Looking up Eddie’s friends’ phone numbers.”

“Oh, Eddie. Your new best friend Eddie you think is cooler because he plays your nerdy game?”

“Eddie, yes.” Dustin groans. “I never said that.” He scrunches his nose, eyebrows furrowed as he finally looks at Steve.

“Seriously, you guys, maybe on a Monday you can play around in here like toddlers, but it’s Saturday. It’s our busiest day.” Robin huffs, slamming down a sign back onto the counter. You don’t point out that there’s not a single customer in the store yet.

“Alright, look, Robin, I empathize, but this cannot wait until Monday.” Dustin bites back, beginning to scribble with a pencil on a clipboard.

“Oh my God.” Steve presses his hands to his face, growing more irritated by the second.

“What, because calling all of Eddie’s friends is an emergency?” Robin quips.

“Correct!” Dustin screams.

“Do you want me to strangle him or do you want to do that?” Steve mumbles.

“We could take turns.” Robin forces a smile.

“Look, guys, can we do this later? Let’s get out of their way and find something else to do in the meantime.” You finally chime in, desperate to get out of Steve’s presence. Also, the last thing you want is to spend spring break with an irritated Robin because you couldn’t wrangle in two teens.

“Can you just fill them in while I do this?” Dustin snaps to Max, completely ignoring you.

“Fill us in on what?” Robin spins around looking directly at the ginger. Max’s eyes sweep around the room, looking uneasy as she takes everyone in.

“I saw something.” She sighs, suddenly finding interest in her sneakers.

“What’d you see?” You take a step closer to her, wanting to offer comfort in any way you could.

“Last night, I was taking food out to my dog when Eddie got home.” She begins, “He was with Chrissy Cunningham.”

“Chrissy Cunningham? The cute little cheerleader girl?” You question. You might not know Eddie well and you had never talked to Chrissy, but you do know their social circles would never mix. Not unless Chrissy was one of his customers. She never pegged you as a girl who would do drugs.

“Yes, and she was still in her cheerleading uniform.”

“Okay, so she was probably buying drugs.” Steve sighs.

“Sure, I mean maybe, I don’t know I didn’t really stop her to ask.” Max rolls her eyes. Steve throws his hands up in defense, letting her continue. “Anyway, later on, my power was going in and out. I didn’t really think much of it because the trailer’s a piece of shit, but then I heard—” She takes a deep breath, “I heard a scream.” She chokes out. “I uh, I looked out the window and Eddie was getting into his car and he just drove away.”

“Where was Chrissy?” You prompt, urging her to go on.

“I saw her body on the floor of his trailer this morning.” You freeze, mouth dropping to say something, but no words could come. “The more I thought about it the more it just felt, I don’t know, weird?” She pauses, trying to grasp her thoughts. “He looked scared when he ran outside, like, really scared. I don’t know if it was because he just murdered her or if he saw something.”

“Something as in what, the Mindflayer?” Robin’s voice is cautious as Max looks at her. Max can only shrug in response.

“The only way we’ll find out is if we find Eddie and ask.” She says, that same independence and certainty slowly finding its way back into her body.

“So, let me get this straight,” Steve barks, “Eddie killed a girl, fled, and you’re telling us instead of the cops?”

“Did you miss everything I just said?” Max snaps. “What if it’s back, what if something else killed her and Eddie is innocent? You don’t think that after all the crazy shit that’s happened here it’s possible?”

“I think that I’d probably try to run away too if I just killed a harmless, nice, innocent, young girl. That’s what I think.” Steve yells.

“What about you?” Max turns to you, “do you think I’m crazy?” Her eyes plead for you to answer, for you to be on her side.

The last time you spoke to Eddie Munson was October 1984.

You swayed in the room of drunk bodies, trying your best to keep your own balance. Teenagers slurred their words as they danced around the room. Steve had begged you to come to Tina Thompson’s annual Halloween Bash. You didn’t want to go. You didn’t want to be a third wheel accompanying Steve and Nancy and you weren’t particularly fond of anyone else that attended either, but Steve Harrington always had a knack for getting his way.

It didn’t help that you were helplessly in love with him. Once upon a time, you and Steve could hang out and get drunk in his basement or play chicken in his pool between shots. Those nights would end with you sprawled on his bedroom floor in a pair of his sweats and a hoodie. You could’ve gotten drunk on his scent alone.

You didn’t know when you fell in love with him, that was hard to pin down. It could’ve been on the swing set in the first grade when you fell off the monkey bars and he held your hand on the way to the nurse’s office. It could’ve been in year six when he declared you as his best friend. Maybe it was after he got his license and only went to school on the days he drove you. You hid your feelings well. So well, that even you didn’t know they existed until it was too late.

When Steve started dating Nancy the year prior, the two of you stopped hanging out almost entirely. The young love birds spent nearly all their time together. Sure, you’d show up to his house parties that consisted of Tommy and Carol, but you always made an excuse to leave early. You couldn’t bear the sight of them cuddled into the arm of his couch.

After Barb’s disappearance, the relationship with your best friend became even more strained. You didn’t blame him. He was focused on keeping Nancy’s spirits high. You didn’t tell Steve about your own nightmares of the Demogorgon or how bad the panic attacks got when the lights flickered. You didn’t want to add to his stress or come between him and his love life. He deserved better than that. So, you buried yourself in your studies, it was all the more motivation to get a good scholarship and the hell out of that town. You were always good at taking care of yourself.

For the third time that night, your eyes followed Steve trailing behind an inebriated Nancy. Just like you, she had far too much to drink. She zigzagged through the partygoers and to the punch bowl stationed in the kitchen. Steve tried to cut her off an hour before, he even looked at you for backup, but you only shrugged. You knew how hard the past year had been for you after everything you saw, you couldn’t imagine Nancy’s feelings after losing her best friend. You thought she handled it quite well, on the outside at least. You didn’t know how you’d survive if it were Steve that was killed in the Upsidedown. She deserved a night to get shit-faced, just like everyone else there.

You watched frozen in place as Nancy’s drink stains her white top with crimson. Even from across the room you saw her face twist in fury before stomping off to the bathroom, Steve was hot on her heels. You made an effort to follow, but Steve waved you off as he passed.

You decided not to worry, he’d tell you about it on the drive home. Instead, you helped yourself to another drink. The night was too early to lose your buzz and it was hard telling how long the couple would be locked away in the bathroom. You busied yourself with watching fellow students play party games. You chose to not get involved yourself.

Your fun for the night was cut short at the sight of him weaving through the crowded room. He beelined from the bathroom and to the front door making his exit. He didn’t try to come find you, he didn’t even look around the room to see if you were still there. He abandoned you, drunk, alone, and with no way home without batting an eye.

You didn’t wait to see who won the game or Nancy stumble out of the bathroom. You marched down the steps, your anger fueled your limbs to make it outside. You stood on the front steps and scanned the street. Steve’s car was already gone. Part of you thought it’d be there, that he waited for you, that he just needed a moment to himself to cool down. But it was painfully clear that you were stranded.

“Fuck.” You grumbled and grew angrier by the second. The walk home was only three miles, you could’ve made it back before three. Your vision was only slightly blurred and for the most part, you could stand. You contemplated sobering up for an hour, but you desperately wanted to be in the comfort of your own room. With your mind made up, you stepped down the steps to return home.

Asphalt burned your knees, blood leaked through the tights of your costume. Your hands stung against the concrete as you tried to push yourself up. The tears started then, hot and sticky on your cheeks as you choked back a sob.

“Whoa, hey, easy there.” A voice rang beside you. Hands gripped your arms as they pulled you to stand. “Took quite the fall, you okay?” You could vaguely make out a mop of dark curls and a denim jacket through your watery eyes.

“I’m fine.” Furiously, you wiped your cheeks. You tried to stand on your own but nearly tumbled to the ground again.

“Wh-okay, let’s get you inside and get a glass of water to sober you up.” The boy said beside you.

“I’m not going back in there.” You said sternly, glaring in the direction of the house.

“Okay, we’ll sit out here.” He guided you to the steps gently and sat beside you when you were seated. “I’m Eddie, by the way.” He said, offering a hand to shake. You laughed then, or tried to, it came out more as a groan.

“I know who you are,” that’s you looked at him. His eyes were full of concern as he watched you. “We’ve been in school together since kindergarten.” You offered a small smile. “But I’m Y/N, it’s nice to finally meet you.” He grinned as you wiped the blood from your hand and shook his own. “Showing up a little late, aren’t you?” You asked as you pulled away.

“When they’re drunk enough, they act like I’m supposed to be here.” He said softly. Your smile fell. “They won’t treat me any different. Like I’m one of them for the night.” He continued, avoiding your gaze.

“Trust me, you don’t want to be one of them.” He nodded, more to himself than you before plastering on a grin.

“So, tell me, Y/N Y/L/N, what were you doing out here instead of enjoying the party?” He asked, changing the subject entirely.

“I’m going home, I’ve had enough of this place for a lifetime.” You said and began to stand.

“Do you have a ride?”

“I’m walking.”

“Right, of course you are.” He laughed and followed your lead to stand. You didn’t laugh along. “Oh, you’re being serious.”

“Thank you, for this,” you gestured vaguely towards the steps. “Have fun tonight, they’ve got a keg and everything. Should be somewhat enjoyable for a little while.”

“Come on,” he jerked his head towards the street where his van was parked. “I’ll drive you home.”

“Really, that’s not necessary. I’m okay.” You stepped down to the sidewalk and headed in the direction of your house.

“I’ll walk with you then.” He shrugged and began to follow. You opened your mouth to protest but he stopped you before the words could come. “I’m going to make sure you get home safe, whether you like it or not.” You sighed and nodded. You knew that you couldn’t change his mind.

You leaned into his shoulder when he walked you to his van. He opened the door quickly. His hands swept away burger wrappers to the floor and threw garments of clothes into the back before guiding you into the seat. He smiled, before running to his side and began the short journey.

You thought of Steve as he pulled away from the curb. You don’t know what was said inside the four walls of the bathroom, but you knew it had to have been bad for him to leave so abruptly. You wished he was there to tell you. He shouldn’t have left you, you would’ve never left him behind, no matter how hard something got. You thought you had proved that over the years, and you thought he would do the same.

“Doing okay over there?” Eddie asked and pulled onto the main road.

“Yeah,” you choked. And then the tears started again. You couldn’t bite them back any longer. You tried to muffle the sobs but that only left you gasping for air. Eddie panicked, searching his console frantically. He handed you a crumpled napkin.

“I’m so sorry, I’m not normally like this.” You said between gasps. You took the napkin and blotted your eyes. There was no use, though, the tears refused to stop.

“No need to apologize.”

“He just left me, he really just left me there.”

“Are you talking about Steve?” Eddie asked cautiously after a stretch of silence. You only nodded.

“And it hasn’t just been tonight. He makes up an excuse every time we’re supposed to hang out because he’s with Nancy. We used to go to the movies every Tuesday but now he goes with her. We would study before every test together and now he asks for her help instead. I feel like I lost my best friend and he lives five minutes away.”

“I never really understood your friendship, he’s always seemed like such a dick.” Eddie scrunched his nose.

“He’s not that bad, he’s a good guy. He just doesn’t know it.” You sighed. “It’s just been so hard. Everything has been so hard lately and he has no idea. He thinks that everything is fine and that I’m fine, but I feel like I’m drowning.” You cried harder then.

You didn’t tell anybody about your true feelings. Normally, Steve would’ve known. He was the first person you told everything to. Since the Demogorgon, you bottled everything. Shoved all of the feelings, the anxiety, the nightmares somewhere deep inside you in hopes that you could forget about it entirely. You pretended to be happy for Steve, you listened to his complaints about Nancy and his relationship on the rare occasion that he’d call with a smile on your face. You would do that again and again, not just because you loved him, but because one of you had to hold it together, and you thought it had to be you.

“I’m just so angry with him. He should be to tell that I’ve been different, he should know that I’ve been suffering. I notice everything, when he’s sad I know. When he’s angry, I know. He used to be like that, I didn’t have to say a word and he’d just know. It feels like he just doesn’t care anymore.”

“Then why do you stay friends with him?” Eddie asked softly. “You deserve so much more than that.”

“Because I love him.” You finally admitted out loud. It felt like a piece of the world was lifted off your shoulders. You had one less feeling to keep contained. “It’s not his fault that he loves Nancy instead of me. It’s not his fault that I’m so lonely.” You both let your confession hang in the air as he pulled onto your street. “I’ve never told anyone that.” You admitted in an embarrassed whisper. Eddie didn’t say anything to that. “I’m surprised you’re driving the speed limit.” You said, chuckling to lighten the mood.

“I had precious cargo.” He smiled as he pulled into your driveway. “For what it’s worth, I know how miserable it is to be lonely.” He admitted. “If you ever need a person to talk to or whatever, you know where to find me. I’ll listen, you can trust me with your secrets.” He offered one last smile as you hopped out.

“Okay. Thank you, Eddie, for everything.” He gave you a salute before backing out, down the road from which you came.

“No,” You say finally. All eyes are on you as you speak. Max visibly deflates, letting out a sigh of relief. “Eddie wouldn’t do something like this.”

“Like you would know, you’ve never even talked to the guy,” Steve says, throwing his hands into the air.

“That’s not true.” You fire back. “I’m not saying we were friends by any means, but I know him well enough to know he’s not a murderer.” You direct your attention to Max. “What do we need to do?”

“We should start by calling his friends to see if they’ve seen him, maybe they know something.” Dustin starts. “Steve, bring the phone from the back up.” Steve rolls his eyes at the order but complies.

“Do you really think they’ll tell us anything?” Robin asks.

“I bet they’ll tell us more than the cops. Eddie’s name hasn’t been released yet. Nobody will know why we’re calling.” Dustin grabs the phone next to him already punching in numbers. Steve reappears from the back and places the phone on the counter. Robin reaches to plug in the cord before you stop her.

“Go, do your job. We’ve got this handled.” You offer a small smile, grabbing the list of names Dustin had already written down. Robin scampers off to help customers as you situate yourself in front of the phone.

You hang up the phone after the third conversation. Nobody has seen Eddie, it’s like he dropped off the face of the earth. You know this isn’t a good sign. Guilt creeps into your stomach at the thought of him. He was so kind to you that night, part of you always wanted to reach out again, to thank him sincerely but you never got around to it. You’d see him in the cafeteria and always smiled or gave a wave, but your brief friendship ended that night.

“Hey, guys, I might have a lead,” Max says. You and Dustin whip around at the news.

“Seriously?” Dustin grins.

“Yeah. Apparently, Eddie gets his drugs from some guy named Reefer Rick? And sometimes Eddie crashes there.” She continues.

“That’s good, right?” You smile at Dustin. “Where does Reefer Rick guy live?”

“See, that’s the thing. No one knows. He’s more of a legend than someone that people actually know.” Max says, you can’t help but sigh.

“What about a last name?” Dustin urges.

“I don’t know that either.” Max frowns.

“I bet the cops know a last name.” Steve mumbles. All heads turn to him.

“What?” Max squints her eyes, shielding them from the outside sun as she looks him over.

“Cops. I mean, listen, if this Reefer Rick is actually a drug dealer, I guarantee you he’s been busted at some point. Means he’s in the system.” Steve explains.

“The cops?” Dustin stands from his seat. “Really, Steve? That’s your suggestion?”

“I mean I just think at this point they should probably be filled in on what we know, what’s going on.”

“You think Eddie’s guilty, don’t you?” Dustin crosses his arms, begging Steve to continue speaking.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, I believe in innocent until proven guilty, all that constitutional shit. I just, you know,” he claps, rubbing his hands together out of awkwardness. “I just don’t think we can rule it out.”

“That’s precisely what we’re trying to do here, Steve,” Max says, rolling her eyes.

“And maybe we’d have a little bit more luck if you spent less time trying to find a girlfriend,” Dustin’s words make Steve’s eyes go wide. You don’t miss the quick glance Steve sends your way. “And more time trying to find Eddie!”

“Oh, well somebody has to attend to the customers!” You roll your eyes at Steve’s comeback. You tried your hardest to ignore the way he was talking to a customer just moments ago. He was practically foaming at the mouth while selling Doctor Zhivago to her, he nearly crumbled learning about her boyfriend.

“Especially if they’re babes, right?” Robin winks. She stands up straighter, smirk falling when you catch her eye.

“Hey, not fair. Okay? I attend to all the customers equally. Babes and non-babes alike.” The chime of the door goes unnoticed by Steve as a man clad in leather and spiked hair wanders in. “We’ve got a very big selection in here, okay? It can be super overwhelming for these people.”

“Yeah, it can be.” Robin spins around rushing towards the computer. She’s got a glint in her eye, the kind of look she only gets when she’s connected the dots and has an idea.

“What are you doing?” Max asks as you crowd around the computer.

“Maybe we don’t need a last name.” She clicks around, focused on the screen. “Twelve Ricks have accounts here.”

“That’s a lot of Ricks.” Max mumbles.

“So, let’s narrow it down.” The screen flashes account names and rented movies as Robin forcefully types. “Rick Alderman’s latest rentals are Annie and Dumbo. What are the chances our drug dealer has a family?” She asks, turning to look at Max.

“Not likely.” Max and Dustin both shake their heads.

“Alright. Rick Conroy, Sixteen Candles, Teen Wolf, Romancing the Stone.”

“No.” Max and Dustin say simultaneously.

“Okay. Rick Joiner. Mask, Footloose, and Greece.” You all shake your heads at the options. “Rick Kimbrough. The Blue Lagoon and Splash.” You all share a laugh, still shaking your heads. “Rick Lipton, Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Cheech & Chong’s next movie. Cheech & Chong’s Nice Dreams. Cheech & Chong’s Up in Smoke.”

“Bingo!” Dustin laughs.

“Lipton?” Max asks.

“Spelled like the tea. 2121 Holland Road.” Robin confirms.

“That’s out by Lover’s Lake,” Dustin adds.

“Middle of nowhere.” Max shrugs.

“That’s a perfect place to hide.” Robin grins, hopping off the seat and towards the door. “Let’s go find Eddie.”

The five of you race outdoors and follow Steve to his car. There’s a hesitation as Robin almost jumps in the backseat, the same way she would have a year ago. You shake your head, letting Max slide into the middle before you shove yourself into the backseat with her and Dustin.

It’s nightfall by the time you arrive at the address. Dustin’s the first one out of the car, taking the lead and running to the front door, everyone trails behind him. He rings the doorbell once, twice, then repeatedly once he grows impatient.

“Dude.” You nudge him.

“Okay. Well, that’s settled. I guess he’s not here.” Steve’s voice rings annoyed by Dustin’s antics.

“Eddie! It’s Dustin!” He screams, banging on the door.

“Great.” Steve grumbles.

“Look, we just wanna talk, okay? No cops, I swear, we just wanna help.” He bangs again when there’s no response.

“Dude, seriously be quiet.” You try to pull him away. “Do you really think either of them is going to come to the door with open arms?”

Robin peaks in through the window with her flashlight, shushing Dustin but to no use. He rings the doorbell over and over. You almost lose your mind at the sound.

“Rick! Reefer Rick!” He calls, banging on the door harder.

“Don’t scream that!” Steve hisses. “He’s not here.”

“Maybe he could be really high,” Dustin whispers.

“Hey, guys?” Max calls a few steps away from the group, you hadn’t noticed she wandered off at all. The four of you go to her, following the beam of her flashlight to where a small building is illuminated by a single light.

You all carry yourself cautiously and quietly towards the building. No lights or movement come from the inside. You try to stay close to Dustin. Your senses are on high alert, you try to quickly map an escape route and clutch your flashlight tighter. It wouldn’t do much as a weapon, but it’d definitely hurt to be struck by one.

“Hello?” Robin calls, pushing the door open. “Is anyone home?” The door creaks as everyone follows her inside. Each of you shines your flashlights in different directions, taking in the space.

“What a dump.” Steve comments.

The floorboards groan underneath the weight of your footsteps. You dodge tools and step over debris as you sweep the room with light. From beside you, Steve jabs an oar he’s found into the boat. You almost jump out of your skin at the sound of the tarp’s crinkling.

“What are you doing?” Dustin hisses.

“He might be in here.”

“So take the tarp off!”

“If you’re so brave you take the tarp off.” Steve fires back. You roll your eyes, choosing to tune out their arguing and continue to look around the dark room.

“Hey, look over here,” Max calls. You and Robin join her at a table, taking in the wrappers and empty beer bottles. “Someone was here.”

“Maybe he heard us, got spooked and ran.” Robin offers.

“Don’t worry. Steve will get him with his oar.” Dustin jokes.

“I know you think you’re being funny, Henderson, but considering everyone in this room has nearly died about a hundred times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the slight—” You scream as something lurches from the bed of the boat and takes ahold of Steve. “Whoa, wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!” The three of you rush to the commotion as Eddie slams Steve into a beam, holding a shattered bottle end to his throat.

“Eddie! Stop!” Dustin screams. “Eddie! It’s me. It’s Dustin.” He pants. You grab onto a piece of his shirt, trying to keep him from moving forward. “This is Steve. He’s not gonna hurt you, right, Steve?” Steve nods, careful to not bump the blade against his neck. “Steve, why don’t you drop the oar?” Dustin demands. The wood clangs to the ground with a thud, the sound only making Eddie grip tighter and Steve groan in pain. “He’s cool! He’s cool!”

“I’m cool, man. I’m cool.” Steve whimpers.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asks finally.

“We’re looking for you.” Dustin’s voice is soft as he speaks, arms out trying to comfort his friend.

“We’re here to help.” Robin chimes in.

“We want to help you, Eddie.” You say softly. Eddie’s eyes are wild when he looks at you, taking each of you in.

“Eddie, these are my friends. You know Robin, from band.” Robin holds up an invisible trumpet pretending to play. “This is my friend Max, the one who never wants to play D&D.” Max awkwardly brings her hand up to wave. “And Y/N, my old babysitter? The one I’ve told you about.”

“Hi, Eddie.” You try to ignore your racing heart and smile.

“Eddie, we’re on your side.” Dustin continues and you nod. “I swear on my mother. Right, guys?”

“Yes, we swear on Claudia.” You say.

“On Dustin’s mother.” Steve cokes.

Eddie pushes Steve away, letting him fall back into the post to catch his breath. The entire room sighs in collective relief. Eddie takes a few steps back and you and Dustin follow as Robin checks on Steve. Eddie slides down the wall, pulling his knees into his chest.

“It’s okay, Eddie.” You whisper. “It’s going to be okay.”

“Eddie, we just want to talk.” Dustin lowers himself to eye level, reaching for the bottle in Eddie’s hand. Eddie quickly jerks his hand as a warning.

“Dustin,” you whisper. He throws his arm out, pushing you away. Deep down, you know that Eddie wouldn’t hurt Dustin, but considering whatever he saw, whatever he went through, you don’t know how he’ll respond to everyone’s presence. “Maybe just take a step back.”

“We want to know what happened.” Robin begins.

“You won’t believe me.” Eddie sniffles, shaking his head.

“Try us,” Max says.

“You can trust us.” You crouch beside Dustin. “You can trust me with your secrets.” You aren’t sure if Eddie remembers his own words from so long ago, but when he looks at you, with a pained look in his eye, you can only assume that he does.

“She wanted to buy drugs.” He admits, only looking at you. “I thought she meant weed but she wanted something stronger, that’s why we came to my place.” He explains. “I left for a second, to go find it and when I came back, she—she was in this trance. Wouldn’t move or anything. It was like she couldn’t hear me.” He sniffles again. “And then her body just like… lifted up into the air and, uh,” he stumbles, trying to continue. “And she just, like, hung there. In the air.” His lips tremble. “And her bones… uh, she…” he clamps his eyes shut, shaking his head to rid the painful memory. You ache making him relive it. “Her bones started to snap. Her eyes, man, it was like, there was something like, inside her head pulling on them.” He looks around at the others. “I—I didn’t know what to do, so I—” he struggles to speak as a realization comes over him. “I ran away, I left her.” His eyes soften as he looks at you. “I left her there.” A knot swells in your stomach at his confession. “You all think I’m crazy, right?” He asks, breaking his stare to wipe his eyes.

“No. We don’t think you’re crazy.” Dustin starts.

“Don’t bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds.” Eddie screams.

“We’re not bullshitting you.” Max states.

“We believe you,” Robbin says. Eddie only scoffs.

“Look, what I’m about to tell you might be a little difficult to take.” Dustin begins.

“O-okay?” Eddie whimpers.

“You know how people say Hawkins is… Cursed?” Eddie stares, soundlessly begging for him to continue. “They’re not way off. There’s another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes it bleeds into ours.”

“Like ghosts and shit?” Eddie asks, frantically looking over everyone’s faces for a sign of a lie.

“There are some things worse than ghosts,” Max whispers.

“These monsters, from this other world, we thought they were gone. But they’ve come back before, and that’s why we needed to find you.” Dustin says.

“If they’re back again, we need to know.” Max takes a step closer to Eddie.

“That night, did you see anything?” Robin questions.

“Dark particles, maybe?” Max lists, trying to make him remember the details.

“It would almost look like dust. Swirling dust.” Dustin adds. Eddie shakes his head.

“No man, there was nothing you could see, or uh, or touch.”

“What about sounds?” You prod. “Like screeches or a weird ticking growl?” You can still hear them, even after all this time, the sounds of those monsters are etched into your memory. You shrug off a chill thinking about them. Eddie shakes his head once more.

“You know I tried to wake her, man. But she couldn’t move. It was like she—she was in a trance or something.” Eddie adds.

“Or under a spell.” Dustin quips.

“A curse,” Eddie confirms.

“Vecna’s curse.” Dustin continues, connecting dots you didn’t know were in place.

“Who’s Vecna?” Steve asks from the corner.

“An undead creature, of great power.” Dustin answers.

“A spell caster.” Eddie’s eyes are distant as he says it.

“A dark wizard,” Dustin concludes.

“Great,” Steve mumbles, rubbing his hands against his face. “That’s just great.”

“We’re going to fix this, okay?” Eddie looks at you again.

“How?” His eyes search your features for an answer you don’t have.

“Holy shit,” Dustin squeaks, his head yanking up from looking at his wristwatch. “I’m past curfew. Shit, shit, shit.” He stands making his way toward the door. The others follow quickly behind him. You stand, lingering for a moment before offering a hand to help Eddie up.

“Looks like the roles are reversed.” You chuckle when he stands, his lips don’t twitch in a smile. “We’ll be back tomorrow. We’ll hopefully have a plan by then.” You say as you reach the door.

“I didn’t want to leave her. We both know what it’s like being left behind. I promised I’d never make anyone feel like that and I did.” He sniffles quietly.

“Anyone would’ve done the same thing.” You want to reach out to comfort him, but your words have to be enough, the same way his were. “I’m so sorry this happened.” That was all you could say. “I don’t know how we’re going to fix this, but we will. We always do. I promise.” Eddie nods as you leave, closing the door behind you.

You leave him standing in the middle of the building frightened and alone. You too, promise to never make anyone feel like this again.

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30. Steve Harrington - Drive Thru Movies

* Warning: doesn’t really follow the series, Steve works at Scoops Ahoy *

Synopsis: The last few weeks have been terrible for Brooklyn; her boyfriend cheated on her, her parents were getting a divorce, and she’s got exams out the ass. Deciding to get an afternoon pickup, she goes to Scoops Aho where she runs into Steve Harringon who notices that she’s going through a hard time.

* Brooklyn’s p.o.v *

The steady ticking from the clock hands echoed rhythmically mixed effortlessly with the clicking of my ballpoint pen. There was an engraved circle on the pad of my thumb from how hard I was pressing the shiny, clicky part of the pin. It wouldn’t surprise me if I looked in a mirror and noticed a small tear on my bottom lip caused by my teeth digging harshly into the flesh. Positioned perfectly on the desk was an assortment of notebooks, sheets of papers, pens, highlighters, and my French textbook. My vision was starting to blur and I knew I had been staring too long without a single break, but how could I? Tomorrow was one of my seven exams, and even though I wasn’t necessarily worried, studying kept all of my other thoughts tucked away. How could I take my exam when my mind was filled with images of my EX boyfriend sucking lips and grabbing ass on some big, blonde, bimbo? Just the thought of it now sent waves of steaming, hot tears to assault my eyes. Huffing quietly, I tossed my pen onto the pages of my almost filled note page then leaned back in my chair.

A soft knock came from my bedroom door before my mom poked her head inside, keeping her hand firmly on the side of the wooden door. Her warm, honey brown eyes watched me worriedly.

“How’s the studying going, love?” She questioned.

“Fine, I guess,” I hummed.

My voice was hoarse and tired from my previous fit; for the last three days I’d been buried in my plush white covers crying and screaming nonstop.

She smiles sympathetically at me; no doubt her mind is trying to find the right way to comfort me after a terrible relationship experience. There wasn’t anything she could say or do but leave me to sulk in my own self pity while clinging to my studies to forget. And it wasn’t just the cheating and recent breakup that was running through my awfully exhausted mine, no, it was the horrific divorce my mother and father were going through as well. The constant bickering as they tried to figure out the custody exchange; both of my parents wanted me but neither could decide who I would be going with. Mom didn’t want me to leave Hawkins with my dad, and my dad thought there was more out there than just some small town that mom grew up in. However, neither of them asked me. Fair, considering I would have chosen to stay and that would have pissed my dad off. He had a habit of shit talking anyone who went against him, and I guess that it was the nail in the coffin for her.

“Why don’t you take a little break?” She pressed, finally stepping into my bedroom completely.

“And do what?” I retorted, pulling my knees against my chest.

“Anything. You’ve been in your bedroom for a while now. Go get some fresh air.”

Part of me agreed with her while another part of me wanted her to leave me alone. Judging by the look on her face, she was practically begging me to not fight her on this. And to be honest, if I had to stare at these pieces of papers a moment longer I was sure I’d go blind.

“I guess I could go for a change of scenery and maybe a snack,” I stated thoughtfully.

A bright smile stretched out across her face as she approached me, pressing a loving kiss to the top of my head. As she was heading out my bedroom door, she told me to be safe and be home when the street lights came on. I doubted I’d be out that long. When the door clicked behind her, I dragged myself out of the comfort of my chair and headed towards my cracked closet to fish out something more flattering than three day worn sweatpants. I even got a glimpse of myself in my mirror that was hanging on the back of my closet door then decided that I should probably attempt to comb the nest assembling in my natural red hair.

Once I was finished getting dressed and combing my hair, a task that took longer than I wanted, I grabbed my bag and keys then headed out into the rest of my house. I could hear my mom doing the dishes in the kitchen, humming quietly to a tune that was playing on the staticky radio that I wish she’d replace.

“I’m leaving, mom,” I said, standing in the doorway.

Her kind eyes found my tired eyes once again as she dried her palms and strolled over to me. She wrapped her arms around me and pressed another loving kiss to the top of my neatly brushed hair.

“Have a wonderful time, honey,” she chirped, probably mentally patting herself on her back for pushing me to leave my room.

“I will.”

She pulled away from me and I headed out the front door, closing it quietly behind me.

I chose to go to the mall, deciding a little look around would do me some good plus there were some good restaurants inside. For the next thirty minutes, I made my way through the mall, window shopping at each passing store before making it to the food court. It wasn’t as crowded as I thought it would be, which was surprising since you could always count on horny teenagers flocking around ready to spend their daily allowance or paycheck. I say “horny” because I’ve been ambushed several times in this exact mall by teens getting busy in bathrooms, changing rooms, or photo booths. I made a mental note to never use the photo booth since I doubted that anyone ever took the chance to clean it.

My eyes scanned the food court thoughtfully until I finally decided that I’d just have a scoop of ice cream on a waffle cone. It was a simple sweet treat that I could finish on my way back home. Shuffling forward, I made my way to the almost empty Scoops Ahoy; there wasn’t even a worker standing behind the counter ready to serve any walk in customer that did come by. That should have been enough to deter me away from the ice cream shop, trudge my way home, and say I tried but I didn’t. Instead, I walked closer until I was finally standing at the ghosted counter. There was a silver counter bell and I reached over, hitting the top of it lightly; a harsh ring dragging through the air. The colorful painted pull-open window shutters were practically thrown open revealing a guy with dark brown hair styled to the right of his perfectly flawless face almost covering his eyebrows. I recognized him immediately, Steve Harrington, as he frequently hung out with a group of kids you knew from school, the only one you being close to was Dustin Henderson.

“Ahoy,” he chatted up, his voice smooth and attractive, “welcome to Scoops Ahoy. What can I get you today?”

Finally his dark eyes swept up to meet my own brown eyes, widing ever so slightly as he took in my face.

“Oh hey,” he said kindly, “you’re Dustin’s friend, right? Brooklyn?”

I was surprised he even knew my name.

“Y-yeah,” I finally answered, my voice quiet as a mouse, “you’re, uh, Steve Harrington, right?”

“The one and only,” a laugh left his lips causing me to giggle too.

He gestured to all of the ice cream sitting out.

“What will you have?”

“Uhm, what would you recommend actually?” I quizzed.

“Well, the Butterscotch is my favorite but people seem to really enjoy the cookie dough one.”

And to my surprise, I went for the butterscotch flavor. I wasn’t the type of person to take risks when it came to foods I ate, but for some reason I thought it might be a good opportunity. While Steve was packing a scoop of butterscotch ice cream into a waffle cone, I sat down on one of the several red-seated stools.

“Should I keep you company?” Steve questioned as he passed the cone to me, “or would you prefer to be alone?”

“I-I’m sorry?” The question completely caught me off guard.

“You just look like you’re going through a lot. I mean, the dark purple bags under your eyes give it away mostly.”

I nibbled on my bottom lip, wincing inwardly at the pain that ran through the skin because of how hard I’d been biting it back inside my room. There were prickling tears starting to assault my eyelids once again, and I tried desperately to push them away so Steve Harrington wouldn’t see me burst into tears becoming a complete blubbering mess. However, I guess I didn’t do a good job because he noticed immediately.

“Hey, you okay?” His voice was comforting and welcoming, almost warm.

“I-I gotta go,” I croaked.

But before I could walk away, Steve hopped over the counter and grabbed my shoulder soothingly.

“We can talk about it. It really seems to be bothering you. I can hide you in the back if you don’t want to cry out here.”

“Won’t…won’t you get in trouble for letting a customer back there?”

Steve shrugged his broad shoulders, smiling sheepishly. I sniffled lightly, a quiet laugh leaving my lips at his attempt to make me feel better even if it was something as simple as just talking to me and making me laugh. Finally, I agreed to go to the back with him and he led me back there, stretching his arms out in a welcoming gesture.

“Welcome to the back of Scoops Ahoy,” he bellowed out.

Once again, I laughed softly. Steve picked up a bowl and held it out to me, his eyes shifting to the now melting ice cream that was starting to run down my hand. I dropped the sticky treat into the paper bowl and glanced around for something to wipe my hand, taking a single napkin and wiping away the small amount of ice cream off my shaking hand. I thanked him while taking the bowl from his hand. I sat down on a dark blue cooler, crossing my leg over the other in an attempt to prevent them from shaking; it was a normal habit I did when my nerves were all bundled. Steve sat across from me, and I immediately felt bad that he was sitting on the floor.

“So what’s up?” He questioned, placing his wrists on his knees while staring at you.

“It’s just been a rough couple of months,” I muttered, cradling the bowl in my hands, “I’m so swamped with exams that it feels like I’m…like I’m metaphorically drowning. Then to top it all off, my boyfriend cheats on me with some high class blonde and apparently he’s been doing it the entire time we’ve been together. And finally, the hopeless ending to my parents miserable marriage as they fight during an unpleasant divorce.”

At the end of my sentence, I feel like I’d just exploded all over the place. I huffed, my cheeks blowing out nothing but hot air. Steve was watching me intently as a million thoughts probably buzzed through his head like a race car.

“I’m sorry. I just unloaded months of emotional trauma onto you and I barely know you.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” he smiled, “I actually welcome this type of normal problem compared to what I normally deal with.”

He must have noticed me get quiet because then he added…

“I also know what it’s like to have a dysfunctional family and be blinded by someone I was in love with.”

“Who broke your heart?” I questioned, wanting to take the heat off of me.

“Nancy Wheeler.”

I’d heard about her. She was supposed to be the sweet girl even outside of high school. Smart, independent, and a complete show stopper. But I’d never had the opportunity to meet her, the two of us not in each other’s social settings ever. She was more of a popular, smart girl whereas I sat on the side lines more often than I’d like to admit.

“Yours?” Steve asked.

“Elliot Sterling,” I answered.

Steve’s nose scrunched and I giggled at how cute he looked when he did it; small wrinkles evident on the side of his nose as well as on his forehead.

“Sterling?” He seemed to mimic his last name as if to see if he’d heard me right, “seriously? He’s a sleaze ball. You could definitely do better, honestly.”

I smiled timidly while moving my eyes down to stare at the melted soup in my paper bowl. I was going to have to tip generously since I let this ice cream go to waste. With a hushed sigh, I placed the paper bowl on the stainless steel counter.

“I guess you’re right about Elliot,” I said, sadly, “he was my first boyfriend, maybe I just didn’t want to let myself believe the first person I fell for could be such an…”

I couldn’t even finish my sentence before more tears came swelling down my cold cheek. Steve was quick to reach for another napkin and handed it to me. I thanked him, choking back a brutal sob that could escape if I didn’t force it down. As I was wiping away the hot tears on my face, Steve started talking.

“Maybe you just need something to take your mind off of everything,” he suggested.

“That’s why I’ve been studying like crazy for the last three days,” I replied, crumbling the napkin in my hands.

“Ah that won’t help. How about I take you to a drive thru movie? Eat some stale popcorn, melted candies, and almost flat soda while enjoying whatever shitty movie they’ve got going tonight.”

“You make it sound so terrible,” I sniffled.

“That’s what makes it fun,” he winked.

I couldn’t help but laugh at his comment.

Steve sat there patiently waiting for me to give him an answer. Honestly going to the movies to take my mind off of all the things wrong in my life currently sounded a lot better than going home to sulk and bury myself into my books. But what was this really? If it was a pity going out kind of thing, I didn’t want to be pitied. That would be the worst thing to happen to me right now.

“What do you say?” Steve asked; I must have taken too long to answer.

“Oh, um, sure. It sounds like fun.”

He seemed nice so I figured I’d give him the benefit of the doubt; it didn’t seem right to just throw the opportunity away.

“Great. Just jot down where you live, and I’ll pick you up around six o’clock.”

As I nodded my head, the soft strands bouncing against my shoulder, Steve handed me a slip of paper and a black ballpoint pen; it was similar to my own pen. I scribbled my address across the smooth page then slid it over to him. He folded it neatly in his hand before stuffing the paper into his pocket, a large grin stretched out across his face as he did so.

“Thank you,” I said, standing to my feet while fishing out a twenty dollar bill from my bag for his tip, “really. I guess I just needed to talk about it all.”

“No problem,” he said.

He looked like he wanted to refuse the twenty dollars but I wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so instead, I shoved the money into his pocket where paper was waiting and walked away.

“See you tonight,” I called, leaving him standing there.

Six o’clock came faster than anything I’ve ever experienced before. I didn’t really think it was anything other than him trying to be nice, but I did want to look nice. Going back to some worn sweats and a stained, oversized t-shirt just didn’t seem like the right play. Instead, I opted for a pair of faded blue skinny jeans with a single rip in my right knee, a bright red, tight tank top that I’d tucked into my pants, some white shoes, and a comfy, beige cardigan to keep me warm for the evening. I didn’t do anything fancy for my hair or makeup either; just brushed out the growing tangles, added a thin layer of mascara to my eyelashes, and some lip gloss so my lips didn’t look chapped and chewed on.

When it was five minutes until six, I had finished getting dressed for the evening. I hadn’t told my mom about Steve Harrington asking me to go to the movies with him tonight, so I wasn’t surprised when she knocked on my door, opened it, and looked at me with curiosity in her eyes.

“There’s a boy outside asking for you?” It was more of a question than a statement.

“Oh,” I said, “his name is Steve Harrington, he asked me to the movies tonight.”

“Really?” She became more chipper rather than suspicious, “and is this a date?”

“No mom. He just asked me if I’d like to go to the movies because I was having a hard month.”

“Well, how do you know this boy?”

“He’s friends with Dustin Henderson.”

She made a gasping sound before clapping her hands together. She loved Dustin; he was like the son she’s always wanted. Which worked out perfectly because he was like the little brother I’d always wanted. Letting me finish what I was doing, she made her way back downstairs so she wasn’t keeping our guest waiting. Not long after she left did I come down from my room. Steve wasn’t wearing anything too fancy either, settling more for comfortable attire such as a pair of blue jeans, some worn out converse, and a yellow oversized sweatshirt. My mom was talking to him when I made it down the steps, and when they heard the small patter of my shoes at the bottom they looked at me. Steve smiled.

“Hey,” he greeted.

“Hey,” I greeted back, clamping my hands in front of me.

For as long as I could remember my hands shake uncontrollably when I felt overwhelmed.

My mom walked over to her purse that sat on the couch.

“Let me give you some money, Brook,” she said, digging through her purse, “so you can buy snacks and such.”

“Oh,” Steve chimed in, “that won’t be necessary, I’ll take care of everything tonight.”

She removed her hands from her purse, “that’s very kind of you, Steve.”

“Thank you,” I said.

“You’re welcome.”

Steve and I waved goodbye to my mother as we headed out the front door. Sitting on the street, parallel parked in front of my house, was a car. I wasn’t a car person, so I couldn’t tell what type it was but I did want to show some interest just in case he was into cars. Guys were like that right? Wanting to show off their toys whether it was a car, music collection, etc.

“Silly question,” I stated as he opened the passenger door for me, “but what kind of car is this?”

“It’s a 1983 BMW,” he answered, “nice isn’t she?”

It was a really nice car, much nicer than anything I’ve ever seen.

“It really is,” I assured.

Once the two of us were inside the car, Steve put the key in the ignition and started her up. The soft humming purr coming from the engine brought the car to life; Steve reached his hand over and put the car in drive. The drive up there was relaxing, Steve asked me about school and I asked him about the things he was doing since he’d been out of school. I wasn’t sure how, but the conversation quickly turned to me asking about his parents and him telling me. They were your typical busy parents who worked all the time, Steve was a second thought to them barely even calling to check on him while they were away on alone vacations or business trips. When they were home, Steve tried to avoid the place as often as possible, only going home to sleep but being out of there before his parents even woke up. Sometimes he’d be there but his parents wouldn’t be. He tried to pretend it didn’t bother him but judging by the way his calloused hands gripped the steering wheel causing his knuckles to turn white.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized, “I can’t imagine what it’s like but if you ever need anything, I’m always here.”

“Thank you, Brooklyn,” he said, his hands relaxing.

“You can call me Brook.”

The drive thru movie theater was surprisingly packed when Steve and I arrived. Fortunately he was able to find a parking spot after paying who I assumed was the manager of the area. At our parking spot, Steve rolled his windows down just a bit, enough to let the cool area through so neither of us felt suffocated.

“I’ll go get snacks,” Steve informed, “you can wait here if you’d like. Or you can come with.”

“Sure,” I smiled, “I’ll give you a hand, it’s the least I can do.”

Shoving his keys in his pocket, the two of us left the car and headed over to the concession stands that were serving tons of different foods, most of them greasy and salty. Steve and I got into line, which thankfully wasn’t too long. I skimmed the menu; there was popcorn, bubbly sodas, nachos, a wide variety of candies, hot dogs, and surprisingly burgers. Steve looked at me.

“You can get whatever you’d like,” he said, “my treat. We can even share some nachos if you’d like.”

“That actually sounds nice. We can share some popcorn too.”

He agreed. When it was our turn to order, Steve did all of it for me which I liked. Elliot never ordered for me or offered to do so, hell, I wasn’t even sure if he knew what I liked. In the end, we got a large popcorn, a good amount of nachos fixed with gooey, warm cheese, chili, sour cream, and a side of jalapenos in case one of us was into it, and two drinks, both of them just plain coke. I carried the drinks while he carried the food items.

“What movie are they playing?” I questioned, realizing I hadn’t the faintest clue of what we were viewing tonight.

“The Goonies,” he said, “it’s a classic, honestly.”

Throughout most of the movie, we remained quiet pretty entertained by the storyline. This was a movie I hadn’t seen before and I mentally added it to my favorite movies. Half way through and Steve seemed chatty which I didn’t mind. Talking to Steve was like reading a good book that you never got tired of or any other euphoric thing that caused endorphins to be released.

“How long have you known Dustin for?” He inquired.

“Not for long,” I muttered, “only when he and his friends started going to high school, otherwise I didn’t know who they were. But we created such a bond, it was almost an instant connection, like a little brother I never knew I wanted until I had it.”

“I felt the same way when I met the kid,” Steve chuckled, shoving a small handful of cold popcorn in his mouth, “guess he just has that ability to make friends with pretty much anyone if he puts his mind to it.”

“You might be right.”

“Do you have any other friends in school?”

“Not really,” I started playing with the hem of my beige cardigan, “before Dustin I guess I spent a lot of time with Elliot and his friends, though they weren’t really my friends.”

I kept my eyes complacent on the task at hand but I could feel Steve staring at me so I continued.

“They never really seemed to enjoy my company very much. They either ignored my presence or picked on me because of how smart I was. I’m inexperienced in pretty much any normal thing known to man; drinking, drugs, sex. Naturally, Elliot decided that he didn’t want some girl who hadn’t even had her first kiss yet so he moved on and his friends started picking up the bullying. I’m just thankful that Dustin is kind and welcoming.”

“They still bother you?”

“Well we’ve only been broken up for a little while, so the bullying is still ongoing and I expect it to last for months until they grow bored.”

“Well they’re a bunch of dicks,” he muttered, “so what if you’re a bit inexperienced in normal activities? You seem great.”

I laughed a little, however, I was sure it came out more of a scoff than anything else.

“Honestly, I think I’m pretty whiny and a bit of a crybaby. I mean when I finally met you, I was a crying mess.”

“Hey, sometimes people just need a good cry. Plus it wasn’t that bad, you’re kind of cute when you cry. Your nose gets a little red and your cheeks turn a bit pink.”

A small burn spread across my cheek as I started blushing. I didn’t remember the last time someone called me cute, but I tried to hide how it made me all flustered. He didn’t make it easy though, ducking his head ever so slightly to get a glance at my shamefully embarrassed face. There was a plastered grin on his face as he realized how his words got to me.

“How old are you anyway?” Steve questioned, taking another handful of popcorn.

“Sixteen,” I replied.

“You’re kind of small for your age,” he tapped his chin.

“I get that a lot. Some people say it’s cute, others say it’s weird. It’ll be great for when I’m in my thirties but probably a hassle when trying to buy anything that requires an ID.”

The two of you shared a heart filled laugh that bounced off every single surface of Steve’s BMW. I picked up my drink and took a small sip to clear my throat. I figured since we were asking questions that it would be okay for me to ask questions too.

“What was it like dating Nancy Wheeler?” I asked.

The question seemed to catch him off guard but he answered anyway.

“It was nice at first,” he was honest, “and I thought we’d last for a long time because I really did like her but she thought everything, especially our relationship, was nothing more than bullshit.”

My eyebrows knitted together confused. From what I’d heard, Nancy was head over heels in love with Steve so what made her change her mind.

“Next thing I know,” he huffed, “she’s with Jonathan Byers.”

Now it was his turn to look away solemnly as he relived the awful events of his break up. I wanted to make him feel better, like he’d been doing with me.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better,” I muttered, smiling sweetly, “she’s crazy for breaking up with you. You’re kind, selfless.”

“I wasn’t always like this.”

“Maybe but if she broke up with you before even giving you a chance to change, then that’s on her.”

“I did defend her when Byers was caught taking photos of her from outside my bedroom window while she was undressing.”

My eyes widened.

“And she chose him over you?”

Steve nodded, his eyes reflecting disbelief as well, “crazy, I know.”

Again, we laughed. It was nice to try and laugh about all of the unfortunate things going on in both our lives. I never thought I’d connect with someone else after what happened between Elliot and I, even if it was in a friendly manner rather than a romantic one, but it was nice and endearing to laugh rather than cry.

Eventually the movie was over, we’d missed the second half of the film because we were too busy talking. He mentioned introducing me to his coworker and friend, Robin, and even the other kids that he hung out with alongside Dustin. It sounded like a great opportunity to make a few friends for myself.

As the credits rolled on the reflected screen, people started to pull out of their spots and head home or wherever they needed to be tonight. On the tiny clock sitting on Steve’s dash, the time read that it was fifteen minutes past eight. The movie didn’t seem that long, really, but I guess I didn’t take into account how long it took for the two of us to leave my house, park, and gather snacks as the movie began.

Reaching over, Steve shoved his key back into the ignition and started the car up; a quiet rumble abruptly brought the engine to life. Steve then rolled up the windows and let the heater kick in, it was much colder than I realized. I brought my petite hands up to the heater and let them warm up. The entire way home, we listened to the steady rhythm of the radio playing a song that reminded me of a slow dance song. Maybe I could remember it when I got home and see if my mom knew it; it might make her happy to relive some of her best moments when she was younger and filled with a different type of happiness she had before being a mother.

Steve pulled up beside my house and turned to me.

“I can walk you to the front door, if you’d like,” he offered.

“That would be nice,” I hummed.

The two of us got out of the car and headed towards my house. Our shoes prodded the sidewalk with each step, the light echoes of our steps filling the comfortable silence. At the door, Steve turned to me and handed me a slip of paper. There was a number scribbled on it in black ink.

“My number,” he said, “call it when you get inside and leave a message so I know which number belongs to you. Maybe we can hang out again.”

“I’d like that.”

Telling me goodnight and waving goodbye, Steve headed back to his car. And he didn’t drive away until I was safely inside. I could see his headlights burst through the windows and curtains of my living room before they were completely gone. And because I enjoyed spending the night with Steve Harrington, I did as he said and called his number, leaving a message for him to hear when he got home.

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ssweetleaf · 3 days

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Gator's the kind of pervy who would take your used panties all the time, whether you know or not

YOU GET IT, ANON!!

SMUT 18+ below

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Gator’s hands ruched up the delicate material, his callused hands a great contrast to your lacy panties— ones you had been wearing the other day, on one of the few little dates you had with him before throwing them in your washing hamper.

He’d taken you home after one particular drive-in date, walked you to your door like a gentleman, and you thought absolutely nothing of it when he asked you if he could quickly use your bathroom— a trusty toothpick lazily resting between his teeth, something that never failed to make you swoon.

You nodded and told him where your bathroom was and it was mere minutes before he came back, giving you a big smooch and a promise to call ya later.

Yeah. What a gentleman, you thought.

So, hours later, you hadn’t a clue what Gator was up to in the stuffy confines of his room, your used panties in his hand that he’d conveniently stole on his little trip to the washroom— his daddy sound asleep in the next room over and he willed to stifle his grunts and moans.

He brought your pretty panties to his nose, inhaling the sweet smell of your mound, nuzzling into the crotch of your panties, right where your pussy lips rested, a big hand wrapped around his swollen cock, pumping his fist up and down, up and down, squeezing the tip whenever he inhaled your scent.

“I know your game, baby,” he huffed, tilting his head back and sighing, just wishing it was your much smaller and softer hand instead of his own, “tryna act all innocent—shit!”

Little beads of pearlescent pre-cum dribbled from his slit, sliding along the cracks on his fingers and over his knuckles, messy and crude, he imagined you there with him, sucking him down your throat, no need for mess when you cleaned him up so nicely with your tongue.

“You’re a dirty girl really, I fuckin’ know it,” he used your panties to fold around his cock, using them like his personal flashlight, rutting his hips up into them fervently.

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joekeeryswife · 17 days

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hello lovely could u please maybe do an insta au with joe? 💕💕

Instagram AU - j.k

a/n: hey loves! here is my first joe instagram au. short but sweet, enjoy 🫶🏼

ynyln: on set 🎬

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mayahawke: featured 🤭

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milliebobbybrown: you’re so beautiful!

↳ ynyln: love you bby 🫶🏼

ynfan6102: WHEN IS STRANGER THINGS 5 COMING OUT

↳ ynyln: 🤷🏼‍♀️😚

strangerthingsfan321: SO EXCITED

ynfan0192: our queen has posted! 🤭

ynyln: that’s a wrap!

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josephquinn: people better not comment on me being in the girls bathroom 🙄

↳ ynfan546: @josephquinn why are you in the girls bathroom?

↳ ynyln: @ynfan546 IM CRYING

mayahawke: i can’t leave my bed, im so hungover 😵

↳ ynyln: i’m coming over honey✨

ynfan: no one gonna talk about the picture of her and Joe?

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ynfan253: Y/N AND JOE YES PLEASE

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ynfan02: y/n looking as beautiful as ever 🥹

ynyln: soft launch i guess ☺️ @djo

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ynfan635: YES YES YES YES YES

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ynfan109: our girl is finally happy 🥹

josephquinn: finally 🙄

mayahawke: the post everyone has been waiting for 🙏🏼

djofan203: HELP WHY AM I CRYING🥹

ynfan012: joe you better not hurt our bby!

↳ djo: never 👎🏼

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indouloureux · 2 years

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steve fluff pls pls pls

falling asleep in steve's car and carrying you back inside *gibberish screaming*

- minimal dialogue, bc i still need to figure out how to properly write conversations.

by the time you'd left the party, you're more than exhausted.

the remaining energy you had was from the water steve had offered you to wash the alcohol away from your system, and his warm hands that held both your hand and back that lead you to his car, eyes drooping and nearly fully closing when you reached his door.

the car bumps in uneven roads, the sound of wheels hitting the asphalt ground muffled, or maybe it was just the gentle rain pattering on the hood of his car. your seatbelt keeps you snug in the warm leather seat, and you realize just now that steve has laid your seat back a bit so you're partly laying with your head laying on the headrest.

your hands stay pliant beneath your cheek, eyes blinking slowly as the need for sleep pulls on your eyelids shut. steve's music is low, but you can hear take on me pretty well if you focused on it.

swallowing, you look at steve and see he's removed his jacket and placed it over your body to keep you warm. the rivulets of raindrops race to the bottom of the window, seeing which would break first and turn into a sliver of a puddle on his car door.

his smell evades you — fruit punch and expensive perfume you can't name but remember being with him when he bought it. his scent mingles with yours and the thought of it sends shivers up your spine.

steve's tapping his fingers on the wheel, humming along with the song as quiet as he could as to not disturb you. his hair is fluffier than usual; prettier with a lone curl over his forehead. he takes a familiar left turn, and you figure you're at least five turns away from your home.

left, right, left, right, right

when you try to remove your hand beneath you, it sticks slightly onto the leather due to the created sweat. steve hears you, gives you a quick glance and slows his driving down as a hand leaves the steering wheel and positions it on your knee.

hand on my knee. his hand on my knee.

"hey," he whispers, a small smile creeping up his cute face. the streetlights give the left side of his face a dandelion glow every five seconds, twinkles his concerned eyes. "you really do get sleepy when you drink, huh?"

"mm," you squeeze your eyes shut, tucking his jacket underneath your chin, covering everything but your elbows. steve chuckles and blindly rubs your head before he's back to the steering wheel.

and you're right — five turns and he makes a whole stop. your eyes aren't fully closed, and you can see through the tiny slit that steve's unbuckled his seat belt and stared at you for a while, blurringly watching a grin creep up to his face before he's pulling the keys off the ignition and exiting the car.

you hear yours open, the cold air hitting your back. steve carefully pushes your shoulder down and unbuckles your seatbelt, letting it snap back in place before you feel him place his forearm beneath your knees and a hand on the small of your back.

like everything falling into place, you're lifted into the air and into his arms where you want to be. you rest your head on his shoulder, and steve, with neophyte fingers, helplessly plucks the keys from your pockets and bends over to unlock the door to your house.

it's quiet and it's dark, your parents gone for some business trip. but they're like steve's parents, gone longer than they should be. but it's given you the opportunity to spend more time with him, and you don't mind.

you shake a little when he climbs up the stairs and comes into your bedroom. steve sighs heavily, resting you right on top of the duvet only for him to slip your shoes off and place it beside your door.

finally, you've gotten the energy to open your eyes again. you blink the deep slumber off your eyes and see steve arrange your vanity that you left disheveled before you left with him. steve does this in the dark, the only assistance was from the light through your window.

"steve?"

"hm?" he stops what he's doing and fully looks at you, saunters his way to your side and crouches head level. "you okay? do you need anything?"

shaking your head, your hand comes up to pull on his collar, half-asleep as you do so. steve laughs at the suddenly irritated look on your face as you murmur: "need you."

though within the darkness, you think steve blushes at your declaration. "alright, bubs." his hand caresses your disheveled hair. "can you sit up for me a bit so i can tuck us in?"

you do, still with the sleep overwhelming your frame. he had to assist you in doing so like an old person. steve pulls the duvet from beneath you, urges you to lay under it as he walks to the other side and kicks his shoes off before he shrugs his shirt away.

it's what makes you fully open an eye for you to take a one second glimpse of his exposed chest. and god, if you weren't tired.

you move to your side and steve moves beneath the covers, wrapping the blanket over your shivering bodies from the season's bitter nips.

wordlessly, he moves closer and pulls you to his chest, a hand beneath you despite the fact it'll go numb in a couple minutes (he doesn't care), and a hand that keeps pushing your hair away from your neck and face so he can plant a kiss on your forehead to lull you back to sleep. his warmth hugs you like brave wool in winter, lips remaining on your skin but no longer into a kiss.

"goodnight, baby," he whispers in the dark room. you feel comforted by his tactile touch, and you find yourself hugging him with just as much need.

and everything falls into place, in his arms where you're supposed to be.

seriously last one for today

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astranva · 2 years

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How would Joe celebrate bsgf!yn birthday since harry spoiled it😔?

Since it's my birthday I would love to note how they celebrate yn birthday 😁😁?

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Word Count: 1.9k

Category: fluff

Warning: i think one curse word idk

Summary: How Joe celebrated bsgf!YN’s birthday.

happy belated birthday, love! i hope you had a great day!

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Knowing your birthdate was one of the first things Joe had asked about when the both of you were beginning to see each other, and ever since, it was like your birthday was engraved in his mind. He didn’t need reminders of any sort.

“Anything special you want to do on your birthday?” He had asked one night, a month away from your birthday.

Your eyebrows went up as a bashful smile was then on your face, “You remember my birthday.”

At that, he gave you an offended look, “Baby, that’s literally the bare minimum.”

“I know, I know,” you laughed, “Just,” you shrugged, “Thought you’d forget.”

“I don’t,” Joe said, reaching his hands out to hold yours on the table at the cafe you were both sitting at, “I can’t. Now come on, answer me. Any special requests? How do we up your last birthday?”

You snickered slightly, “We can watch a movie and you’d up the last one.”

Joe’s eyebrows furrowed, “What? You didn’t celebrate your birthday last year with your ex?”

You shook your head as you took a sip from your juice, “Not exactly, no,” you answered, “I mean, on my actual birthday, he was asked to be, like, sighted with Olivia so there was that,” you said, “We went to the Amalfi Coast after it, so he could, you know, make it up to me.”

“Hold on,” Joe chuckled in disbelief, holding one hand out, “He skipped your birthday to be with his fake girlfriend?”

You felt embarrassed as you nodded, “Basically, yeah. He–He made it up for me though, in a way? I don’t know, I remember feeling bad because I still felt like shit even after he took me to the Amalfi. Like, I remember thinking, God, Y/N, you’re being so ungrateful. He took you to Italy to make it up for you, why aren’t you happy?”

“Maybe because he chose the stunt over your fucking birthday, what–Jesus, Y/N,” Joe shook his head.

“It’s in the past,” you stated, “To answer your question, no, no special requests. I think I just–I don’t really feel like celebrating it.”

“Bullshit,” Joe said, “That’s your birthday. Once a year. Of course we’re celebrating,” he looked at you in disbelief.

“Hey,” you began, “You don’t have to do that. I promise. I’ll be fine with just takeout or something.”

“I’m going to celebrate you.”

And he stuck to his word.

It was the day of your birthday, and although Joe tried to refrain from waking you up, he couldn’t contain the bubbling feeling of excitement any longer than 10 am.

With your coffee order from your favorite coffee place, along with your favorite pastry, he had put those down in your kitchen before grabbing the big bouquet he had and heading to your room.

Sleeping peacefully and unaware to your grinning boyfriend, your eyebrows had furrowed slightly at the ticklish feeling you felt on your cheek.

Joe peppered soft kisses to your face, chuckling when you groaned slightly before you smiled, eyes still closed as your hands found his face, “Wake up, birthday girl.”

You hummed, stretching before opening your eyes, which instantly fell to the colorful assortment of flowers in your boyfriend’s hands, “Joooe,” you cooed.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

And it wasn’t like you could take one step without Joe’s hands on you, kissing your lips, face, shoulder, head. Brushing your teeth? He had his arms around you, chin on your shoulder as he smiled at you. Combing your hair? He was taking pictures of you on his phone. Leaving the room? You had to waddle because he was persistent enough to still keep holding you.

“Alright so, today’s plan,” he cleared his throat as you ate your pastry and he unlocked his phone, reading off of it, “Breakfast, check,” he nodded at you, “Go karting,” he raised his eyebrows at you.

“Shut up! No way!” You gasped excitedly.

“You said you wanted to go,” he said, “Wait, wait, let me tell you the rest of the plan–like the entire schedule,” he cleared his throat again, “Go karting, ice cream, then, the big finale,” he excitedly began, “Is actually a surprise.”

“No way, you just did that!”

“Sorry! Sorry, it is what it is.”

You and Joe were a couple who, as much as you both enjoyed a good cuddle or a good lazy day where Joe could play the guitar as you read, you were also a couple to love doing fun things together. Paintball, laser tag, aqua parks, and building DIY kites were all very few things you had done together, and it wasn’t until recently that you said you wanted to go Go Karting.

“Smile at me,” Joe had said, his phone out to take a picture of you in the go-kart.

“You can’t see my mouth,” you laughed, your hand on your helmet to fix it, “Put your phone away before they notice you sneaked it in.”

“Too fucking bad,” he replied, snapping pictures of you before struggling to put it in his pocket.

The track wasn’t a small one, if anything, you and Joe felt like you were part of the F1 team as you raced round the track.

“I let you win,” he joked as the both of you were walking outside the karting building, putting his arm around your shoulder.

“You can’t drive for shit,” you laughed, poking his side.

He then took you to your favorite ice cream parlor, and it was as you and Joe were sitting on a table outside, eating your ice creams, that two girls bashfully approached him.

“Hey, we’re so–we’re so sorry to interrupt,” one said, glancing from you to Joe, “We’re just huge fans.”

“Aw, thanks, thank you so much,” Joe replied, standing up so he could talk to them.

You smiled, watching the interaction.

“We loved you in season 4 of Stranger Things so much,” the other one said, “I was actually going to like, have a breakdown or something if Steve had died.”

Joe laughed, “Who knows what will happen in the next season.”

“What does that mean?” One gasped, “They’re not going to kill him off, right?”

“He’s alive, he’s alive and he’s still being everyone’s mom,” he answered.

“Um, we also–we also love you two together,” the other one bashfully said, looking at you, “You’re, like, so pretty.”

“Aw, stop it,” you jokingly waved her off, “Thank you so much. You’re so pretty, too–You have very pretty eyes,” you said.

“Thank you,” she grinned.

“Do you want me to take a picture of you all?” You asked, standing up.

“Would that be okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” you nodded, reaching one hand out to get one of their phones, “Hold on,” you reached forward, fixing Joe’s hair that had gotten a little messy from wind.

It wasn’t long before Joe had driven you back home so you could change.

“You’re not helping,” you told him as you stood in front of your wardrobe.

“Baby, I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”

“But how am I supposed to know what to wear? You keep saying no to everything!” You groaned, “Slacks?” You took out a pair of beige pants, showing it to your boyfriend.

“No–”

“See?” You laughed, “Alright, you pick,” you motioned, walking back to your bed and plopping on it.

“I didn’t prepare for that,” Joe mumbled to himself as he went through your clothes, “Wear a swimsuit, okay?”

“Are we going to the beach?”

“No, we’re not.”

He did take you to the beach.

Was it cheesy of him to put up a table and have someone cater the both of you with your favorite food? Maybe so. Did he regret it even in the slightest bit? Absolutely not.

It was when your waiter was bringing you the dessert that you had laughed in glee, seeing him carrying a plate in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other.

Joe’s face was lit up as he looked at you before he thanked the waiter as he took the bouquet from him, and grinning even more so as he heard you giggle over the “Happy Birthday” written in chocolate sauce on your plate beside the fruit skewers, with one single candle that was struggling to stay lit.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he said with a smile, holding your hand in his over the table before pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

Your eyes were tearful as you looked at him, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Make a wish,” he said, looking at the candle.

You closed your eyes, repeating your wish a couple of times in your head before blowing the candle.

You wished for Joe to be the one; no surprises, no heartbreaks. You wished he’d stay the same.

Joe’s birthday gift to you was a film camera, and unlike the small point-and-shoot camera you had, he had bought you the one camera you had wanted since you watched a documentary about an old photographer called Vivian Maier, who took beautiful, street photographs using a Rolleiflex film camera.

“We couldn’t find one,” you said, looking at the rectangular-shaped camera in your hands in shock, “J, we searched everywhere f–how did you even find one that neat? It looks new!”

“Right?” Joe smiled, looking at it, “It has film inside, too.”

You looked up at him after putting the camera aside before you stood up from your seat and approached him, and Joe knew what you were about to do so he pulled his chair back a little, opening his arms as you sat on his lap before leaning down to press your lips against his.

Sure, Joe knew you were going to sit on his lap, but he couldn’t for the life of him expect what you were about to say next.

“Thank you,” you whispered, “I love you.”

The sacred L-word was said for the first time that night, and it knocked the air out of his lungs in shock.

“You sure?”

He knew. He knew how bad things had gotten with Harry. He knew of the permanent scar you seemed to will always have because of your past heartbreak. Joe know how much of a big deal it was to you, and to him, for you to tell him these three words.

You nodded, “I’m sure.”

“I love you, too,” was then said so gently before one of his hands was softly on your cheek, guiding your face to his so he could capture your lips in a kiss.

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yourinstagram Love youuuuuuuuuuuuuu xx

josephquinn @yourinstagram Happy birthdaaaay, love x

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sadiesink_ @yourinstagram happy birthday, y/n 💗

↳ yourinstagram thaaanks, sade💓💓

gatenm123 Why wasn’t I invited?

↳ uncle_jezzy It was a birthday date

↳ gatenm123 And?

noahschnapp Happy birthday, Y/N ❤️

↳ yourinstagram thaaanks, noah 💓

user2 not crying. not crying. not crying.

user3 shut up she looks so cute

user4 imagine harry styles being your ex and joe keery being your bf

↳ user5 and you’re friends with all the cool celebrities too

user6 i’m gonna need y/n’s secret to bag someone like joe

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yourinstagram birthday well-spent 💓

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annetwist Happy birthday again, love 💞 Miss you!

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syndeysweeney you’re glowing 🥺♥️

↳ yourinstagram stoppp 😭💓

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maya_hawk Why are you both adorable together

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↳ maya_hawk I take it back. Only Y/N is

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