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#joe keery one shot
judeswhore · 2 years
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love on you; steve harrington
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summary: a few months into your relationship with steve you were still waiting on your first time but after an extra long day at work all you want is for him to relieve you of some tension
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
requested: yes
warnings: smut, 18+, oral (f) receiving, fingering, slight dirty talk, protected sex, this turned out a lot longer than i expected bc i wanted it to be soft and fluffy so hopefully it is
notes: feedback is appreciated! you can find my masterlist here. there was another request for sweet sex with steve after work which i incorporated into this but i lost the original ask so to the anon who sent it this is also ur request and i’m so sorry!
steve knew you were exhausted the moment you stepped into his bedroom, dropping your work bag to the floor with a quiet huff, lips pouted almost dramatically as you flopped down on top of him. you were still in the diners uniform, a cute yellow dress that steve told you constantly was the hottest thing he'd ever seen, but you'd removed the white frilly apron and black flats that came with it. he himself had finished his shift at family video almost two hours ago and after dropping dustin off at eddie's trailer, he'd spent the rest of his time waiting for you to finish, watching jaws.
his arms found your waist as you tucked your face away in the crook of his neck, lashes fluttering against his skin when you closed your eyes and he held back a shiver at the feel of your breath on his throat. you'd slid one hand into his hair and steve grinned at the way you so comfortably clung to him, took pride in the fact he was your source of comfort after a long day. he turned his head to kiss the side of yours, tucking his nose away in your hair and breathing in the familiar scent of your sweet and flowery perfume.
"rough day?"
"the absolute worst, my feet are gonna fall off." he could feel you pouting and the sleepy warn out tone of your voice tugged at his heart and he found himself pouting too. he brushed his hand up and down your back, slow and soothing and you seemed to melt into him, a content hum tickling his collarbone.
"my poor baby." he left a cluster of kisses against your head, tender and loving, the tips of his fingers tickling the bare skin at the back of your thigh before working back up. his touch made you shudder, had the tension in your shoulders finally unwinding after such a long day. it was always a surprise to you how much comfort steve could bring, how he would settle your mind and heart, could have you forgetting all about the stresses of your day with just a few light kisses and fleeting touches. no one had ever had that kind of effect on you before, no one had ever made your head spin and heart stutter the way he did. "how can i make it better?"
you shifted against his body at that question, lifting your head to finally look at him and he sent you a lovesick smile, one that twisted up your insides. you grinned at his slightly messed up hair, more than happy that it was free from product, fluffy and unkempt, eyes tracking over his freckles, those lips that you'd thought about on more than one occasion today. he was still tracing his fingers along your thigh and each time he got a little higher up your dress your body reacted, stomach clenching, pulse flickering in more than one place.
"you can kiss me." his smile turned cheeky, more flirty as he lowered his eyes, lifted his head until his lips grazed yours.
“can i now?” your nod had your noses bumping, your top lip catching slightly on his bottom and steve’s fingers curled around the back of your thigh. his other hand held your waist, his eyes twinkling and the heat of him made you feel a little flustered. in one movement he’d flipped the two of you over, your back hitting his mattress, head against his soft pillow and you giggled arms winding around his neck. he slotted easily between your legs, forearms resting on either side of your head and dipped low, lips brushing soothingly over your jaw. “missed you.”
“how much?”
“so much.” he nipped playfully at your ear, dragging his mouth back along your cheek until it hovered over yours, breath warm against your skin. he gave you one simple kiss, quick, fleeting, barely even there and it made you pout, fingers sinking into his hair. “been thinking about you all day.” he pressed a kiss to your pout but it still wasn’t enough to satisfy you, your skin prickling with an overwhelming need to feel him. in any way.
“yeah? what about?” he grinned that devilish grin again and dipped down to your neck, your head tipping back when you felt his lips at your throat. his kisses were full and wet, tongue darting out to soothe over the gentle marks he’d made and you gave a breathy sigh, fingers twisting in his hair. steve’s body between your legs had resulted in your dress rising up, thighs completely bare and your heart hammered when he slid his hand down it, fingers hooking around the back of your knee to lift it over his hip. it had him pressing completely into you, the fabric of his jeans against your clothed clit making your head spin, a whimper getting caught in the back of your throat.
in the months since you and steve had started dating you’d gone no further than heavy make outs, soft groping with fumbling and unsteady hands. on your part at least, steve was an expert with his hands, even when just running them along your body, teasing over your boobs as you’d moaned into his mouth. you hadn’t had your first time yet, with anyone, you hadn’t wanted to rush, but right now, pressed beneath your boyfriend, his weight and heat pushing you further into the bed, you didn’t want to wait anymore. you wanted him, in the closest way humanly possible. you were tired of the pent up frustration, the need to feel him completely almost overwhelming and after the awful day you’d had at work you wanted steve and the pleasure he could give you to help you relax.
“‘bout how pretty you are,” his words were muffled by your skin, slightly rough around the edges and you wondered if he was struggling to stay composed as much as you. he was still yet to kiss you properly and it was driving you insane, every part of your body begging to be touched by him. “because you’re so fucking pretty, baby, y’know that? got the prettiest eyes. the prettiest smile.” he punctuated his last two sentences with kisses to your mouth, his nose nudging yours. “you’re beautiful.”
steve finally kissed you, full and proper, lazy drags of his lips against yours that were mind numbingly sweet. he made a noise into the kiss, one that had your hips bucking up against his, fingers pulling at the ends of his hair and he groaned again in response, a sound that came from deep in his chest. his forearm was pressed just above your head on the pillow, holding himself up and his other hand left your thigh to cup your jaw, tilting your head back so he could deepen the kiss. he rolled his hips carefully into yours and your mouth fell open on a gasp, steve’s tongue taking the opportunity to meet yours.
your body felt like it was on fire, your dress suddenly too warm and too tight, heat creeping up your chest and neck as you licked into steve’s mouth, revelling in the taste of coffee on his lips. his thumb was brushing over your cheek, soft and comforting, and you felt dizzy with desire, fingers running down his sides until you reached the hem of his shirt. you pushed your hands beneath it, palms flat to his abdomen and you felt him tense, felt the strain in his jeans as he once again rocked his hips into yours, a shudder running through him. you wrapped your fingers in the hem of his shirt and tugged, pulling your lips away from his.
"take it off." your words were breathless, uttered against the corner of his mouth and steve paused momentarily as you pushed his shirt a little further up. he was breathing just as hard as you, chest rising and falling a little rapidly and it shocked you how much of an effect you seemed to have on each other. a few minutes of making out and you were both a little dizzy and disoriented. steve shifted up on to his knees between your legs, raised his arms and tugged the white shirt over his head, discarding it carelessly to his floor.
you followed him up, sitting with your knees bent on either side of his body, hands reaching for his chest, fingertips tracing the lines of his muscles, the dip of his v as you took in his now disheveled state. mused hair, kiss swollen lips, soft pink cheeks. he looked like sex and it was driving you insane. he dipped back down to kiss you, moaning softly into your mouth when you ever so lightly dragged your nails down his back. you ran your hands along his arms, the bulge of his biceps making your head spin because even after all this time you still found it hard to believe he was yours. he was someone who always seemed so far out of reach, someone who was too perfect to ever look twice in your direction and it was hard sometimes not to pinch yourself just to make sure it wasn’t all a dream.
your head tipped back, a breathy sigh rolling from your lips when steve dropped his face into your neck, lips hot and teasing on your skin. he sucked a kiss into a spot at the base of your throat and your stomach tightened, clit throbbing and it was almost embarrassing how desperate and wet you were. steve had barely done anything yet the damp spot in your underwear was only growing larger. he soothed his tongue over the mark he’d made, his fingers squeezing at your thigh, hand pushing your dress up until it was almost around your waist. the top of his thumb swiped beneath the band of your underwear and you squeezed his bicep, nerves on fire wherever he touched. curling your fingers around his wrist you pulled his hand from your thigh, brought it up and around your back, guiding him towards the zipper of your dress.
“can you unzip me?” it was a whisper but steve still heard, body freezing, lips parting from where he’d been sucking and biting a small blossom beneath your ear. he pulled back to meet your eyes, his own dark and lust filled, a little glassy and unfocused. he blinked at you, once, slowly and then reached his hand to brush along your cheek.
“we don’t have to do anything, you don’t have to feel like we need to just because, y’know.” he glanced down at his naked chest and then a little further until you were both staring at the obvious bulge in his jeans. he was straining against the material and you so badly wanted to touch him, wanted steve to teach you all the things he liked so you could have him falling apart in front of you. you shook your head, fingers brushing his hair back off his forehead, slipping easily through the silky strands.
“i want to. i- i want you.” the words settled over you, steve’s eyes flickering between both of yours as if he was trying to find any hint of hesitation, any small indication that you didn’t actually want to go any further. he rubbed his thumb softly over your bottom lip, shuffling a little closer to you.
“you’re sure? i don’t want you to feel pressured or anything, we can just like make out and watch a movie.” he gave you a small, lopsided grin as you took his face between both of your hands, cupped his cheeks and pressed a light kiss to his lips.
"i'm tired of just making out, wanna feel you." steve made a soft sound at your words, eyes falling closed for a second as he drew in a deep breath before letting it fan out over your lips. he bumped your nose lightly and then was kissing you again, slow and toe curling, completely all consuming, his fingers working at the zipper on the back of your dress. his knuckles dragged along your spine and pulled a shiver from you, your heart thrumming in your chest, tummy winding as he helped you out of the material, dropping it to the floor beside his shirt.
"you're gorgeous, just fucking perfect, baby." his eyes immediately fell to your chest, boobs almost spilling from your bra and suddenly he was crowding you, pressing you back into the mattress, arms caging you between them. his mouth was everywhere, against your jaw, your throat, grazing your collarbone, pressing softly into the swell of your boobs. his hands were just as bad, sliding up your thigh, over the dip of your waist, fingers brushing over every part of you they could. your fingers got lost in his hair, your whole body catching alight with each drag of his tongue until your chest was heaving and you were slowly becoming a whimpering mess.
steve's finger tip traced along the skin just beneath your bra, his lips shifting into a small smirk when you shivered. "can i take it off?" you were nodding before he'd even finished, lifting on to your elbows so he could reach the strap.
"please." the second your bra was gone steve was on you, mouth latching on to one nipple, thumb and finger pinching and rolling the other. he gently cupped your boob, squeezing softly until you were arching into him, pressing his head closer with your grip on his hair. he pulled off with a pop, blew cold air against your now wet skin and watched goosebumps rise across your body.
"got the prettiest tits." you felt hot all over, flustered and worked up, hips lifting so you could grind against steve's cock, slightly annoyed that his jeans were still in the way. he groaned low in response and bucked back into you, the metal of his belt cold and stinging against the flushed skin of your stomach. steve flicked his tongue over your nipple, pressed a series of soft kisses to the space between your boobs, nuzzling into your skin just slightly. "gonna take care of you, okay? but you have to tell me if you want me to stop."
"i will, promise, just-just do something." your mind was spinning, pussy throbbing with an overwhelming sense of need and you couldn't help the whine that slid into your voice. steve lifted his head and pressed a tender kiss to your mouth, lingering a few seconds before shuffling down the bed and your body. his hands soothed over your sides as he settled between your open legs, turning his head to kiss your thighs, mouth trailing up towards your pussy. the wet patch was obvious and steve grinned, blew onto it and watched as your body tightened.
“gonna make you feel so good, pretty girl, just relax for me yeah?” you gave a jerky nod of your head, watched steve hook his fingers under the waistband of your underwear and slowly tug them down. he kept his eyes on yours the whole time, even when he dipped his head and kissed the inner side of your knee, soft and comforting. “tell me if you want me to stop.” he repeated and despite the hunger raging low in your belly you couldn’t stop the swell of affection in your heart at his words. you nodded again and reached for one of his hands, locking your fingers through his and squeezing.
you’d propped yourself up slightly on your elbows, wanting to watch steve as his lips brushed over your inner thigh, his hair tickling against your sensitive skin and your thighs tensed on either side of his head when he pressed a feather light kiss to your clit. he looked at you from beneath his lashes, another kiss sending a surge of longing and desire up your spine.
“thought about this so much, y’know, ‘bout how good you’d taste, all the pretty noises you’d make. drove me fucking insane.” he mumbled and you let out a soft gasp at the way his bottom lip caught on the sensitive bundle of nerves. before you had the chance to say anything, to beg him to finally touch you, his tongue met your skin, gave one bold swipe from your already dripping hole to your clit and you fell back into the mattress. steve kept his hand in yours and ran his thumb comfortingly over your skin, his other hand pressed to your thigh in order to keep you open for him.
his tongue made quick work over you, flicking softly at your clit, lapping at your hole as he groaned at the taste of you, nose bumping deliciously into your clit. your body was tensing within minutes, thighs attempting to close around steve’s head as pleasure curled in your tummy, numbed your mind. you pressed your head back into his pillow, free hand reaching to grip his hair and your lips fell open, quiet moans spilling into the room. steve groaned low in his chest when you pushed his head further into you and attempted to roll your hips, chasing the orgasm that was only minutes away.
it wasn’t like you’d never touched yourself before, countless make out sessions with steve had resulted in you going home and taking care of yourself but this was different. it had never felt this good, this electric before, your entire body was wracked with pleasure, clit pulsing when steve sucked it into his mouth and your moans turned to whines, your back arching from the bed. he teased the bud with his teeth, kept his lips wrapped around it and sucked hard, his hand leaving your thigh so he could tease two fingers at your hole. you were already so wet, so worked up that they slid in knuckle deep without resistance, your surprised moan like music to steve’s ears.
“oh fuck.” you clenched down around his fingers, they were so much bigger than yours, thicker, longer, could reach sensitive spots that yours couldn’t. spots that had stars dancing behind your eyelids when your eyes fell closed. your grip on his hair was tight, hips rising from the bed as the sounds of his fingers entering you mixed in the air with your moans.
“doing okay, princess?” you could only nod, whining when he increased the pace of his fingers, curling them up to press against your walls. he was stretching you out, prepping you for his cock and your head spun as you revelled in the pleasure his thick length could bring if this was how his fingers felt. he flicked the very tip of his tongue over your clit, swirled it a little before lifting his head. “tell me how it feels.”
“so good, god, so good steve.”
“yeah? taking my fingers so well, can feel you squeezing them, you gonna cum?”
“yeah, oh my god. m’so close.” steve had dived back in, lips and tongue against your clit, fingers twisting and scissoring inside of you, working you open and towards you orgasm. it was dangling over you, thighs shaking on either side of his head, your fingers squeezing lightly at his while your head turned, face buried in his pillow. the coil in your tummy was ready to snap, pleasure burning inside of you and the continuous fluttering of your pussy had steve fucking you harder with his fingers. it sounded dirty and sinful, your wetness dripping messily out of you, down his wrist and on to his sheets.
“there you go, baby, i’ve got you. god you look so fucking pretty when you cum, wanna watch you forever.” your orgasm hit you like a truck, hard and all at once, a high keening moan of steve’s name and a few curses tumbling from your lips. your clit throbbed against his tongue, pussy squeezing his fingers tight as he leisurely pumped them in and out of you, riding out your high with slow careful licks. your thighs had closed around him, your fingers locked in his hair and it took a few seconds before you let him go, body relaxing as you sank back into his sheets.
your chest heaved and everywhere was overly sensitive, your skin still prickling with aftershocks of pleasure and you whined when steve pulled his fingers from you. they were drenched in your cum and as he sat up between your still slightly shaky legs you watched him suck them between his lips, suckling softly to clean them. something reacted inside of you, a carnal need for him taking over and you reached for him, tugging him down to slot your lips together. steve hummed softly, licked into your mouth and the taste of yourself on his tongue made your skin hot.
“are you okay?” he pulled away a little, meeting your eyes, fingers brushing beneath your eye, pushing the hair back off your face. despite his jeans you could feel how hard he was, cock pressing into you and you so badly needed to feel him inside of you.
“i’m more than okay, steve.” he smiled at that, nuzzled his nose against your cheek and turned to pressing kisses into your jaw. he was aching in his jeans, cock pulsing, desperate to feel you wrapped around him but he didn’t want to push, didn’t want you to think you had to go all the way. you knew he was hesitating, taking his time instead to kiss new marks into your throat and he groaned a little when your hands fumbled with his belt.
“we don’t have to, if you’re not ready. we can wait.” he dragged his kisses across your cheek until his mouth hovered over yours, his lashes fluttering when you finally unbuckled his belt and moved on to his button.
“i’m ready, i don’t wanna wait anymore.” when steve didn’t make a move to help with with his jeans, his lips just floating over your cheek you paused, worry trickling through your chest. “unless you don’t want to then we can wait.” his head shake was almost aggressive, a disbelieving breathless laugh washing over your skin before he propped himself up on his elbows, soft eyes on yours. he looked more than a little messy and you wondered if you looked just as bad, kiss bitten lips and sex strewn hair.
“i want to, you have no idea how badly i want to but i don’t wanna rush you if you’re not ready. i want you to be one hundred percent sure, y’know? i don’t want you to regret it.”
"steve," you brushed your fingers through his hair, nails scraping lightly over his scalp and lifted to press a kiss to his mouth. "i want this with you, one hundred percent. i don't wanna wait anymore because it's driving me crazy and,” you kissed him again, sweet and tender, not as lust driven as your previous ones. “there’s nothing i could do with you that i’d regret.” a tint filtered over his cheeks, soft and subtle and he brushed his lips with your own, catching your mouth in another scathing, heart pounding kiss.
“god, i got so fucking lucky with you.” one of his hands joined yours and you both worked his button open, the sound of his zipper being dragged down making your pulse spike with anticipation. steve parted from your lips to wriggle out of his jeans and underwear, the fabric hitting the floor with a dull clatter thanks to the belt, and then slowly lowered himself back over you, trailing his fingers up your side.
“i’ll go slow, okay? you can tell me if it’s too much and i’ll stop.” he kissed your cheek, grazed his knuckles over the skin on the underside of your boob and a different kind of heat bloomed in your chest. a heat made from love and adoration, of comfort and warmth and home. the reassuring tone of his voice made your heart skip, a smile tugging the corners of your lips.
“i know, do you, uh- do you have a condom?” steve froze above you, a brief look of panic filtering into his features and your heart dropped, disappointment swirling inside of you. you weren’t on any form of contraception and as much as you trusted steve you didn’t exactly trust his reflexes to be fast enough to pull out. you blinked and let out a breath and then steve grinned, bumped your nose with a quiet laugh.
“just kidding, i’ve got a box.”
“idiot.” you frowned and pinched his side as he leant his upper body over to his nightstand, satisfied when he yelped. he rifled through the drawer, pulled out a little blue packet and you huffed a sigh when he teasingly tapped it against your cheek.
“should’ve seen your face,” he was grinning, propped above you with that cocky, smug look on his face and you had to hold back your eye roll. “like i’d just told you i’d stolen your dog, want me bad huh?” you shook your head, ignoring his comment as you watched him place the condom packet between his teeth. your pussy clenched, a flood of heat settling between your thighs when he tore it open and you realised you were about to feel him completely for the first time. giddy anticipation filled you but the way you glanced at him was all shy fluttery lashes.
“can i do it?” he paused, condom in hand, packet fluttering to the floor and glanced down at you.
“you wanna put it on?” you only nodded and steve smiled, letting you take it from him. “just gotta roll it on yeah? it’s-” his words fell short, a soft hiss sounding from him when your fingers settled soft on his tip. both of you watched you roll the condom down him, his stomach clenching when your fist tightened to make sure it was placed right. he was achingly hard, bigger and thicker than you’d expected but still it was only desire and excitement that thrummed through you, your blood singing with pleasure already.
steve shifted, waited a few seconds as you ran your hands up his arms, locked them around his neck and pressed the tip to your hole, just barely pushing it in. his forehead was against yours, lips almost touching and he paused for a second. “relax for me, okay? gonna take care of you.” you nodded and then he was pushing his hips forward, burying himself into you slowly, inch by inch as your breath caught. the whimper you let out as he brushed against your walls had steve moaning softly, his head spinning at finally being inside you. you were still so wet, slick from your previous orgasm and he faced very little issues filling you up, only stopping once he was pressed completely to the hilt.
you were wrapped so tight, so snug around him, had swallowed his cock so easily and you watched him struggle to keep composure, his lashes fluttering. the stretch was slightly painful, you felt a little too full, could almost feel him in your stomach but the tiny pricks of pleasure at your spine was enough to have you shifting beneath him. he didn’t move at first, kept still, one hand clamped on your hip, the other pressed beside your head for leverage. his warm breath fanned your lips as he stroked your thigh, hooked it up and over his hip and you gasped when it had him pushing impossibly deeper into you.
“we doing okay, pretty girl?”
“yeah, yeah you’re just-” you lifted your hips, grinding up against him for that well needed stimulation to your clit and it made steve moan, quiet but enough to make your pussy flutter around his cock. “just so big.” his laugh was breathless and a little ragged, his cheeks flushing at the compliment, cock twitching as it almost begged for him to finally fuck you.
“you can take it, know you can.”
“yeah, i can take it. you can move, steve, please.”
“i’ll take it slow remember? you can tell me what you like.” you could only nod at that because he’d drawn his hips back, pulled almost completely out of you before pushing back in, pumping into you with slow, drawn out movements. he was so gentle, kept the hand that had been on your thigh, on the side of your face, cupped your jaw lightly so he could bring you in for toe curling kisses.
the first few moments were uncomfortable, your body not used to it but the pain quickly faded into heart trembling pleasure, your fingers tightening in his hair. he didn’t shift his pace, just kept filling you up slowly, each thrust of his cock stretching you all the more perfectly. he was hitting spots so deep, rubbing your walls as you clenched around him, lips parting as moans started to filter through them. he’d angled his hips so each pump would have his pubic bone grinding against your clit, the pleasure from that alone almost blinding.
steve couldn’t seem to get control of himself, he’d tucked his face away in your neck, tangled one hand with yours and his kisses were messy, broken up by his moans and soft grunts. your walls sucked around him, tried to keep him from leaving and he gave an extra hard thrust, one that jolted you up the bed, letting out a surprised whimper as your squeezed his hand.
“sorry, fuck, m’sorry you’re just so tight.”
“want it harder.” you wrapped your legs tighter around his hips, pulled him a little closer and what little thread of self control he had, snapped, his hips bucking harsher into yours. “oh god, steve, just like that.”
“jesus, you’re fucking perfect. taking my cock so well, baby, doing so good for me.” he whispered praises into your ear, about how good you felt, how well you were doing for him and it made your head spin, your fingers tugging at his hair. he fucked you down into the mattress, his thrusts growing a little faster as you teetered a little closer to your orgasm. his cock almost pounded into you, filling you completely before pulling out, the tip kissing against spots you didn’t even know were there, spots that made you dizzy, made your moans a little louder.
you were gripping him so tight, clenching a little harder when he pumped his cock a little faster and he knew you were close, could see it taking over your face and body. he shifted slightly, brought his lips to slant over yours, his thumb finding your clit. you whined when he started rubbing tight circles over it, his thrusts not faltering even when you started to unravel around him. your body tensed, thighs shaking ever so slightly and steve groaned at how tight you’d gotten, his own need to cum almost overwhelming.
“good girl, that’s it, need you to cum for me, baby. c’mon show me how good it is and cum on my cock.” it hit you so fast and sudden, your head tipping away from steve’s lips, back arching until your chest was pressed flush to his, whimpers and moans of his name filling the stuffy air. steve fucked you through it, brushed his fingers through your hair and mumbled how well you’d done, how perfect you were.
his thumb left your overly sensitive clit, hand gripping your hip instead and he gave a few sloppy, erratic thrusts, hips faltering as his stomach tensed. he came with a low groan, one that sent ripples of pleasure through you and made your already pulsing hole, tighten around him even more. he spilled into the condom, hid his face back in your neck as his thrusts got slower. he pushed into you a few more times, not wanting to leave your warm snug walls despite the fact he was just as sensitive as you were.
steve let himself relax on top of you, breath hot and sticky against your neck as your both fought to come down from your somewhat intense orgasms. you were warm and a little sweaty, every part of your body a little too sensitive even as he brushed his fingers up and down your arm. you were both quiet, fighting for breath and you whimpered when steve pulled out of you, a strange empty feeling taking over. he pushed up on to his elbows, met your eyes and sent you a lopsided, tired smile. he was sweaty, cheeks flushed, hair messy and you wanted to pull him in for a kiss, wanted to push him on to his back and fuck him until you couldn’t walk.
“are you okay? you’re not- you’re not hurt or anything? it was alright?”
“i’m perfect, steve, you were perfect.” you kissed him, grinned brightly as you pushed his hair back off his forehead. “i don’t think i’m ever gonna be able to get enough of you.”
“oh really?” he laughed, tickled his fingers into your side as you giggled and shuffled beneath him, heart swelling as he pressed kiss after kiss to your face. “i’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement.” the playfulness fell away, his nose rubbing lightly over yours, his gaze tender. “but it can wait, need to get you cleaned up. you might be a little sore, i think i might have been a bit too hard but i can run us a bath and you can relax and we’ll watch that movie?” the kiss he dropped to your forehead was all affection, clear adoration in his face and his tone.
“sounds amazing, stevie.”
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joekeeryswife · 5 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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summary: steve harrington knew you like the back of his hand - except for one thing: your biggest fear. when he's kidnapped by the russians along with you and robin, he realizes he never wants to see you that afraid ever again.
aka the season 3 russians scene because i love angst warnings: detailed descriptions of injuries, panic attacks, cursing, physical violence/torture, angst she/her pronouns used, enjoy :)
Fear was such a complex emotion that often caused a train of reaction. You could probably list on one hand the amount of times you’ve felt true, heart-wrenching fear in your life. The situation in front of you threatened to move that amount up further and the dread in your stomach was building each second.
It took one glance for Steve to recognize the expression on your face. That was all it ever took for him. One glance and he could read you like his favorite novel. You and Steve were an open book with each other and had been since 7th grade. Then, you almost lost him to his King Steve era before Nancy Wheeler snapped him out of it. Despite all the drama and the arguments, you and Steve prevailed. You knew everything about each other down to the dark details but there’s one thing you’ve never told him.
“Come on, come on. I need a good one. Give me something juicy,” 17 year old Steve Harrington laughed as he leaned against the headboard behind him. “You can’t just say you aren’t afraid of anything. I know that’s a lie.”
It was movie night, a Friday tradition for the two of you when you weren’t chasing after his intoxicated form or struggling with work. More than often he ended up staying over so he didn’t have to return to his more-than-likely empty home. The movie had ended not long ago and faded into a game of random questions that you two played often. Most answers you already knew but you loved to watch him dig himself out of holes and light up at mentions of the kids, especially Dustin.
You shrugged your shoulders slightly from your place resting against his chest. “I mean yeah I’m scared of something but I’m not gonna tell you.”
“Why not! I tell you everything and you’re not gonna tell me your biggest fear?”
You grabbed his hand in yours. “Steve, it’s not that big of a deal.”
He shook his head aggressively from behind you as he closed the gaps and laced his fingers between yours. “But I wanna know! What kind of best friend am I if I don’t protect you from your biggest fear?”
Ever since then, he constantly spewed random guesses to what exactly could be so important you refused to share it. He swore up and down that he would never use it against you for fun but you still wouldn’t give him a slight hint and it drove him mad.
Staring at the large machine the Russians made that was spinning with energy, you tried to not think about the consequences if it worked. The Demogorgons, the Mind Flayer, the Upside Down. It wasn’t something fun to face and the idea of someone trying to reopen the gate was unnerving. 
“I don’t get it, you guys have seen something like this before?” Robin asked as she walked in front of you down the stairs away from the Russian infiltrated room. The two of you had clicked easily, both pointing at Steve as a target of fun. You were thankful for her presence to keep your mind from going dark in the midst of the chaos.
“Not exactly,” Steve mumbled quietly as he glanced over his shoulder to the emerging blue light. He wasn’t up for fighting other worldly monsters and really just wanted to be in your room, in bed, cuddling and watching movies.
“Then what, exactly?” Robin countered. She was easily terrified and her confidence was shaken so this situation had her spiraling easily. Usually she could feel some sense of control but she felt helpless down here. 
Your feet slipped on the stairs as you ran off the last one while Dustin and Steve attempted to convince Robin that the machine’s success would guarantee world destruction. Steve’s hand instantly caught your hip to keep you from falling as he answered Robin’s questions, unphased by your misstep. Glancing around the room, everything suddenly felt alarming and you took a step back in caution further into his hand. 
“Um, Steve?” Erica seemed to pick up on it too as she looked to the boy behind you. “Where’s your Russian friend?” In a true group fashion, everyone’s eyes searched the room for the said missing soldier only to come up empty handed. 
You reached over to grab Dustin’s arm just as a bright red light filled the room and an alarm followed. Steve scrambled to the nearest door where you could all see the previously knocked out man was gaining attention from his injury before guards rushed towards you.
“Shit. Shit,” Steve mumbled as he slammed the door shut before turning and pushing you all back up the stairs. “Go, go, go, go, go!!” His fingers grasped at your shirt as he nearly ripped it with the force of his grip.
“Fucking hell, Steve. This is not what I meant by a chill weekend!” You shouted backwards as Dustin guided you through a door. With your luck, it was straight into another room filled with soldiers. You stood frozen for a second before sprinting to the left with a shout.
“Come on!” You held onto Dustin’s arm as he continuously cursed in distress. The stairs in front of you led down to the side of the machine as the room vibrated with energy.  Dustin randomly shrieked and pushed the soldier to your left before he continued to run ahead of you.
Stopping just alongside the laser drilling into the wall, Dustin began screaming louder, “Holy shit! Holy shit! Shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!” He shouted one final time, holding the word out for longer as you stared at him incredulously. 
“Guards!” Erica yelled, snapping you all out of your staring trance before Steve began to run further down the steps. He didn’t hesitate to shove a man over the railing of the stairs before tossing some empty barrels into more oncoming attackers.
“Steve!” You grabbed the back of his shirt and tugged him with you as you followed Robin’s lead into a hopefully empty room. After a brief headcount, Steve slammed it shut, using his body weight to keep it that way as guards started hitting it from the other side. 
Dustin and Erica scrambled behind you to find some other form of exit as Robin pushed herself next to Steve in an attempt to keep the door from opening. Your eyes scanned the room for something, anything that could help. The heavy feeling was creeping in again and you jerked your head around to look at Steve in hopes of reassurance. 
“Shit, shit, shit,” You whispered to yourself as you saw the door start to pry open. Without a second thought, you were on Robin’s right side and pushed yourself in between the door and the wall for some sort of resistance. 
“Here, come on! Let’s go!” Erica lifted up the grate of an air shaft before climbing in with Dustin hovering behind her. You hesitated at her call, knowing there wouldn’t be enough time for all of you to get over and in before a gunshot went off.
“Go! Just get out of here!” You shouted in return as your feet started to slide beneath you. Your breathing was beginning to pick up and you were quick to try and talk yourself out of the panic attack incoming but it was useless.
Dustin stepped down into the drop of the vent and looked up at the three of you. “Go! Come on, now!”
“No! Just go get some help, okay?” Steve responded. His hands were sweaty with adrenaline and he suddenly doubted his ability as a so-called leader to keep everyone safe. Removing the kids was always the first step in a dangerous situation but knowing you were here and he couldn’t guarantee your safety was enough to send his heart into his throat.
“I won’t forget you!” Dustin screamed before the three of you told him once more to go. The second the air vent cover clanged shut, the door behind your back threw you forward and into the wall on your right sending your head into the concrete wall. A scream almost left your throat at the pain radiating through your skull before you crumbled to the ground next to Robin and Steve.
Guns were suddenly in your face, the sinking feeling of dread now overwhelming as you tried to breathe. Your hands shook as you raised them in the air, mimicking Steve and Robin’s actions as the guards surrounding your small trio. 
Sparing a quick glance towards Steve, you tried to convince yourself you would find a way out of this. The uncertainty in his expression didn’t help in the slightest but it only got worse when rough hands latched onto your skin and pulled you from the ground. Your vision blurred with the movement as you tumbled forward.
“No!” You couldn’t tell if you or Steve screamed louder as the guards yanked your arms behind your back to secure your wrists with a belt. “Let me go!” Writhing in their grip, you couldn’t even begin to think of any defense other than biting the hand of whoever was holding your left arm. A sharp sting spread across your face before a gasp escaped your mouth at the sensation. You guys were screwed.
“Don’t touch her! Let her go, she didn’t do anything!” Steve shifted on the floor towards you before a gun pressed harshly against his forehead forcing him back against the wall with a harsh swallow. 
The guard holding your arm chuckled at the action, evidently amused. “Weak. Cares what happens to her.” You could understand bits and pieces of his sentence as you silently thanked Dustin for his books on Russian translation. “Take her.”
An ear piercing scream left your throat as they tugged you backwards towards a long hallway. Robin and Steve shouted in panic, both of them too scared to try anything but fearing for your safety. Your cries continued as they pulled you out of view, Steve wincing at the sound like it physically pained him. He never liked when you were upset. He could count the times you’ve cried in front of him on two hands and he swore it hurt him more each time he sat through it and comforted you. 
Now, sitting here, with a gun to his head, Steve could only watch as you were ripped from his view with a clear expression on your face that made him sick to his stomach. You were terrified, and there was nothing he could do to help.
--
The room they held you in was freezing. A shiver ran up your spine every so often as you curled up as best as possible. Every so often you could hear a shout from Steve down the hall causing you to wince at the sound. Your shoulders were tense with the awkward position of your hands being behind your back. All you could do was sit there and wait with hopes that Dustin and Erica would come back soon with some help.
The lock on the door clicked as it shoved open to reveal three Russian guards. Your heart clenched at the sight of blood on their knuckles and you prayed it wasn’t Steve’s or Robin’s. Harsh fingers pressed into your jaw, forcing you to look up into the commander’s eyes.
“He cries for you,” He spoke as he leaned down to your face. “Lies to us to protect you. Shame, isn’t it?”
You twisted your face out of his grip as you glared up at him. “Don’t fucking touch him. I swear to God you’ll regret it.” The notion of Steve being hurt enraged you and terrified you at the same time. You were always so used to his strong exterior that the idea of him being in pain made you want to throw up.
The commander laughed at your attempt to suede him before pain suddenly radiated into the side of your already concussed head. Thrown off balance, you fell back against the bench with a harsh groan as you realized the other guard punched you.
“Oh great, you guys aren’t above hitting females, that’s awesome.” You hissed as your vision blurred again and your ears rung. The metal was cool beneath your back but it didn’t bring any comfort. “Fuck that hurts.”
“Who do you work for?” 
Cruel fingers dug into your shoulders and forced you to sit up. You groaned at the movement of your head. “I’m a babysitter. I watch kids. Steve and Robin work at the ice cream place, Scoops Ahoy.” Apparently your answer wasn’t good enough as another aggressive punch had you tumbling to the floor. The copper taste in your mouth told you that one broke skin as you attempted to roll onto your back. “Fucking hell you people are so aggressive.”
“How did you get down here?” 
Pushing yourself against the wall behind you, the thought of just screaming at them crossed your mind but you had a feeling that wouldn’t go over well. “There was an elevator at the loading dock and you morons turned it on while we were in it,” You explained as you closed your eyes, wishing this would all disappear. “We didn’t mean to, okay? And if you let us go, we’ll act like nothing ever happened and you’ll never see us again.”
The thing about hiding from reality is things caught you off guard. You always relied on Steve to keep you safe when you wanted to relax and shelter yourself from the darkness of life. He was always there too, until suddenly he wasn’t and you didn’t have time to clock the aggressive kick coming towards you. The sound of your shoulder popping out of its socket was sickening but the scream that followed was even louder.
“Holy shit!” You hissed as tears escaped your eyes at the force of the injury. If this was their reaction to honest answers, you feared what would come if they didn’t believe you. Evidently, you were on the path to finding out as two guards pulled you up off the ground and began leading you out of the room.
Digging your heels into the ground, you tried to stop their movements but it was fruitless. The pressure in your shoulder was suffocating and your head rattled with each aggressive movement. “Let me go!” You begged repeatedly, trying to kick out or twist from their grip. Another door was open and in a blur, you were tossed to the floor again with a loud groan. “Ow, oh my God.”
“Y/N!” The concern in Steve’s voice couldn’t be missed as you attempt to keep yourself from passing out. The ceiling blurred above you as you tried to blink it back into focus. “Holy shit, are you okay?”
A loud groan replaced your words as you pushed yourself onto your knees as best as possible. The light burned as you flopped onto your ass before finally looking up at him. The blood on his face was bright against his usually clear skin and you could see bruising already forming on his cheek. Other than that, he didn’t look too torn up as he sat on the metal bench in front of you. 
“Stevie…”
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” He attempted to reassure you but it failed as you recognized a flitter of pain in his eyes. “It’ll be fine, it’s worse than it looks. Wh-What did they do to you?”
You let out a bitter laugh as you forced yourself to stand on shaky legs before sitting next to him. He didn’t hesitate to turn towards you and pull his feet up on the bench like you so both of you were sitting across from each other. The bare skin of his shin and calf muscle rested against yours, a small sense of comfort from the horrendous situation. 
“Your cheek is bruised,” He states abruptly as you continued to look at him. He was nervous, you could tell, but he wasn’t as tense as before you were thrown into the room. The exhaustion was clear on his face and you felt the same, you were just glad to be near him again. 
“Concussion and my shoulder’s gonna need to be popped back into the socket, no biggie.”
His eyes widened in shock before returning to their comforting gaze as he moved closer to you. The fear in his throat was suffocating and he hated knowing you had to see him like this, that you were even going through any of it. “We’re gonna get out of here.”
You laughed, letting your head rest against the wall behind you. “I wanna believe you, Stevie, but this one’s a bit harder than usual.” You were trying not to let the overwhelming sense of dread and hopelessness consume you but it was hard. Tears burned your eyes as you took a deep breath to calm yourself down. “I just wanted to watch Breakfast Club with you and eat chicken wings and sleep.”
“I know, I know, bubs. And we will, as soon as we find Robin and get out of here. I promise. Gonna make you the best damn popcorn you’ve ever had, m’kay?” You nodded to his soft statement even though you wanted to make a comment about making promises you couldn’t keep. 
Your peaceful silence was destroyed when the guards reentered the room. Steve’s body tensed next to you, both of you sitting up straighter. You wished they would just get whatever they wanted over with and leave you alone. At least then you and Steve could come up with some sort of plan in hopes of getting out. 
“I ask you one more time, who do you work for?” The commander was done playing around evidently and without giving Steve time to answer, a silver gleaming knife was being pressed against your arm.
“Whoa whoa whoa!”
“Scoops Ahoy!” Steve screamed the answer at the same time as you yelled in shock. “I’m not lying, it’s in Starcourt Mall!”
A harsh punch landed on his stomach as the blade began to cut through your skin. Gritting your teeth in pain, you refused to let out any noise of discomfort. Steve was already blaming himself, you didn’t doubt that, but you wouldn’t let him feel any worse. 
“How did you get in?”
Steve gasped for air to answer the question, “I already told you. I told you before. My delivery didn’t come, and my friends and I, we thought that it was left at the loading dock. We went in the room and then it turned into an elevator and then… and then we dropped and next thing I know I open my eyes and we’re in this… wonderful facility.”
The knife dragged through your skin slowly as you twitched in reaction, letting out a small groan that had Steve turning towards you so fast you swore he got whiplash. “No, no, no leave her alone! I’m telling the truth, I swear to God! Nobody knows about us, nobody saw us. You can just let us go alright, and-and we’re not gonna tell anybody about this, okay? Shit happens, life goes on-” 
He continued to ramble long enough before you kicked the Russian in front of you in the stomach so the knife clanged to the floor. Blood pooled on your skin before you looked away from the wound with a wince. “Fucking hell! We’re telling the truth! Just let us go!”
The soldiers laughed at your desperation for freedom as you and Steve shared a glance of confusion. There was no chance to figure it out before a guard hit Steve across the face, sending him unconscious as you yelled in protest before darkness spread across your vision and you let the welcoming sleep win.
--
“Y/N. Y/N, Steve, wake up!”
Robin’s voice echoed in your ears as you let your head fall back with a groan. Someone else was behind you as your skull connected with theirs lightly. 
“Y/N! Hi, hi. Are you okay?” Robin’s voice was clear now as you winced away from the light.
“Robs, shhh. Holy shit, I have a bad concussion,” You mumbled as you took a deep breath, ears ringing with her yelling. “Where’s Stevie?”
You tried to feel everything out: the ache in your shoulder and new cut on your arm, you were stuck with your wrists, chest, and thighs restrained against the chair behind you. Headache building each second, you turned to see Robin to your right and Steve to your left, the three of you in a triangle tied together. 
“Steve?” You whispered as you tried to nudge him awake. Him being unconscious was the last thing you needed right now, the heavy pit in your stomach finally bursting when he didn’t answer. “Steve, c’mon wake up.”
“He’s been out since they threw you both in here. They haven’t been back since. Said something about bringing a doctor,” Robin explained softly, understanding the light and sounds bothered you without you having to say it. 
You almost whined at her words, scared that maybe Steve wasn’t waking back up from the attack they landed on him. “Stevie, wake up. Wake up! You promised me we would get out of here. Wake up. You can’t leave me!” Vision tunneling and chest suddenly feeling like it couldn’t move, you feared the worst. A wave of dizziness washed over you as you tried to breathe through the tension in your throat that threatened to suffocate you. You shook your head to yourself. “No, no, no. C’mon. Not now.” 
“Y/N, are you having a panic attack?” Robin asked the obvious question as she tried to look at you. “Whoa, hey, you gotta breathe okay? He’s gonna be fine.”
“Robin, I can’t,” You sobbed as you choked for air in your lungs, feet kicking the ground harshly as you tried to wiggle out. “I can’t lose him. He’s all I have, okay? I can’t, I won’t-”
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” She tried to reassure you but without being able to move, she had to rely on her words to do the best she could. “He’s probably just unconscious and worn out. He’ll be fine. If they wanted to kill him, they would’ve already.”
You knew she was doing her best but it wasn’t helpful enough to calm the racing in your heart. There was a point to her statement; if they wanted to get rid of you guys, they would’ve. Regardless, neither you or Steve did well seeing the other in pain. 
“Hey, would you stop yelling?”
“Steve! Oh, my God!” Robin’s voice was full of worry as she leaned directly back against his left shoulder to try and see him better. “Are-Are you okay?”
He took a choppy deep breath, “My ears are ringing and I can’t really breathe, and my eye feels like it’s about to pop out of my skull, but you know, apart from that I’m doing pretty good.”
“Good, good, yeah, because Y/N over here is having a panic attack thinking you weren’t gonna wake up.”
“Robin!” You whined in embarrassment at her comment, letting your head drop to your chest. Small drops of blood smeared up and down from the deep slice on your left arm. You wanted nothing more than to just go home with the kids, shower, and cuddle up for movie night. A slight sense of relief came back when you heard Steve speak. 
“Bubs,” Steve’s voice cracked as he tried to get your attention, eyes moving to look at you as best as possible. “You okay?”
Tears slipped down your cheeks at his voice and you were grateful he couldn’t see you fully. “Mhmm fine. Good.”
“That’s a lie.”
“Well sorry I’m not feeling very positive,” You mumbled back. Your injuries were starting to get the best of you and the tired feeling was hard to hold back. “Just wanna go to sleep.”
Steve’s leg kicked yours as gently as possible, his hip at an odd angle to reach you. “Nonono, hey, you have a concussion. Stay awake. You better stay awake.” You softly groaned at his word, letting your head rest gently on his shoulder even though it pulled your muscles uncomfortably. 
“I can’t believe I’m gonna die in a secret Russian base with Steve “The Hair” Harrington and Y/N Y/L/N-Harrington.”
A beat of silence followed her statement before you spoke up. “Did you just hyphenate my last name with his?”
“Mhmm,” She hummed in agreement. “Because you two are rarely separated and you love each other so deal with it. It’s just too trippy, man.”
“We’re not gonna die,” Steve responded to the first part of her initial statement, ignoring the little nudge at your relationship. “We’re gonna get out of here, okay? You gotta let me just think for a second.”
Robin ignored his request for silence and kept mumbling, “Do you remember, um, Mrs. Click’s sophomore history class? Mrs. Clickity-Clackity. That’s what us band dweebs called her.”
“God, that woman hated me,” You added. Your headache was getting stronger by the minute and you prayed Steve had some kind of pain relief in his car.
“It was the first period, Tuesdays and Thursdays and Steve was always late. Always had the same breakfast: bacon, egg, and cheese on a sesame bagel. I sat behind you two days a week for a year. Mister Funny. Mister Cool. The King of Hawkins High himself. Do you even remember me from that class?” Steve’s silence was enough of an answer for Robin before she scoffed. “Of course you don’t. You were a real asshole, you know that?”
Steve let out a small sigh before agreeing, “Yeah, I know.”
“But it didn’t even matter. It didn’t matter that you were an ass. I was still… obsessed with you. Even though all of us losers pretend to be above it all, we still just wanna be popular, accepted.”
“If it makes you feel any better, having those things isn’t all that great,” Steve admitted as he let his head drop to rest against yours gently. “Seriously. It just baffles me. Everything that people tell you is important, everything people say you should care about, it’s all just… bullshit. But I guess you gotta mess up to figure things out, right?”
“I hope so. I feel like my whole life has been… one big error.” Robin’s response pulled a chuckle from you and Steve both. Somehow in the midst of the worst moments, Robin always brought that feeling out in you. “At least it can’t get any more messed up than this.”
You let out a small noise of protest. “Don’t jinx us, please.”
“I wish I’d known you in Click’s class,” Steve continued their hushed conversation. “Really, I do. Maybe you could’ve helped me pass the class. Y/N can only help me so much before it’s impossible.”
“Hey!” You grumbled, “Listen Harrington, sometimes the student is unteachable for the teacher, okay?”
He laughed at your defense, twisting just enough to press a kiss to your temple. “I’m kidding, bubs. You did great. You always do.”
The buzzer of the door ruined the moment as the commander and his guards entered the room again. This time though, a bald man in a white shirt with dark pants came with them and you could only guess this was the doctor Robin was referring to. 
The commander leaned down in front of Steve. “Try telling the truth this time, yes? It will make your visit with Dr. Zharkov less painful.” His grimy hand ran down Steve’s neck in faux comfort as your best friend tried to lean away, wincing as the Russian’s thumb dug too hard into his bruises.
Your eyes followed the so-called “doctor” who held a large needle full of blue liquid. “Wait, whoa, what is that?” Your question was left unanswered for a moment as he continued to approach Steve. “Stop stop, leave him alone!”
“It will help you talk.”
“No, no, no!” Steve protested as the doctor pushed his head towards you before injecting the needle into his neck without a second of hesitation. 
You turned your head as best as possible as he groaned next to you. “Steve, Stevie. Are you okay?” For all you knew, it could’ve been poison and he was gonna drop dead any second. 
Shifting his jaw back and forth, he nodded to you. “Yeah, fine. For now.” 
Your attention was drawn back to the doctor who grabbed another needle from his tray, turning to you. “Oh, fucking hell.” You tried to kick at his legs to keep him away before someone’s fingers dug into the raw skin on your arm. A scream left your lips, feet dropping back to the floor as fresh blood poured from the wound the same second the needle entered your neck. 
“Let go! Get your hands off her!” Steve shouted from next to you as the doctor moved on to Robin before they left the three of you alone in the room again. 
“Holy shit,” You gasped in shock as you watched the drops of blood fall down your arm. Thankfully none of you had stopped breathing yet, so maybe whatever they gave you wouldn’t be so bad.
“Are you okay? What happened?” Robin asked since she couldn’t see what you and Steve could.
“Asshole stuck his finger in my arm.” A sharp hiss left your teeth. This day definitely was not turning out the way you thought it would. 
A few moments of silence passed between your trio. Nobody knew what to say. Emotions were tense and it had been over 24 hours since you had seen the normal sky and fresh air. You were exhausted, head leaning against Steve’s. You craved the peace and quiet of your room, his soft snores filling the air. Despite the coolness of your room, Steve’s skin was always warm and no matter how much you whined about being hot, he refused to not be holding you while you slept. 
“Honestly, I don’t really feel anything. Do you?” Steve broke the quiet with a light attempt at humor. 
“No,” You whispered quietly, voice threatening to give out from all the screaming.
“I mean, I… I feel fine,” Robin added, “I feel kinda good.”
Light laughter followed her statement from you and Steve. She wasn’t wrong, you kinda felt like you were floating on clouds. The pain faded slightly and everything just felt easy. 
“Morons,” You snorted in laughter, “They messed up the drug.”
“They messed it up,” Robin couldn’t stop her giggles.
“Morons,” Steve called out, “Hey, morons!”
“Oh man,” You sighed with a smile once the laughter died down. “There’s definitely something wrong with us.”
The door buzzer sent a ringing through your ears as you complained loudly in annoyance. You could see the familiar guards and even the doctor had come to greet you again. The clinging of his metal tools as he unpacked his bag caught your attention easily. The twinge of terror in your chest didn’t last very long, blown away by whatever they injected into your body.
“Would now be a good time to tell you that I don’t like doctors?” 
Robin’s joke was left without reaction this time as you stared at the shining tools. Now even more defenseless, you wondered if Dustin and Erica were somewhere safe. Maybe it was a good thing they never returned to help. At least you knew they wouldn’t have to see whatever happened next. 
“Let’s try this again. Who do you work for?”
“Scoops,” Steve answered bluntly causing you and Robin to giggle, “Scoops Ahoy.”
“How did you find us?”
“Totally by accident,” You answered this time, not hesitating to give them a response. It was like your brain just wanted to talk and it wanted to say anything and everything that came to it.
Some Russian was spoken, something you weren’t sure of. The doctor picked up a pair of pliers from his tool set and stepped towards your best friend. “What is that shiny little toy?” The target of the command was oblivious to the danger heading his way. 
“Stevie, maybe he’s gonna cut your hair,” You cackled at the idea of Steve losing his biggest trait. “Ha, you’re gonna be bald.”
Robin practically screamed with laughter seconds before Steve was screaming in terror as the doctor put the pliers beneath one of his nails. “Whoa, whoa, hey, hey. Wait! No! Wait! Wait!”
“There was a code!” Robin blurted, “We heard a code!
The commander seemed somewhat pleased with the information. “What code?” He pushed further. 
“The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. Blah, blah, blah. You broadcast that stupid spy shit all over town, and we picked it up on our Cerebro, and we cracked it in a day. A day!” Robin was particularly gleeful as she explained how you ended up here. “You think you’re so smart, but a couple of kids who scoop ice cream and watch kids for a living cracked your code in a day, and now, people know you’re here.”
“Who knows we are here, suka?”
“Uh, well, Dustin knows.”
In a flip of panic you turned towards him. “Hey, Steve.”
“Yeah, Dustin Henderson, he knows.”
“Stevie!” You yelled this time, hoping the force in your voice would make him shut up. No way, no way, was he going to sit here and rat out the little boy you considered your brother. 
You hated the way Dustin’s name rolled off the commander’s mouth. “Is this your small, curly-haired friend?”
“Ah, curly-haired. Gread hair. Small. Kind of like a ‘fro. Yeah.”
“Where is he?”
Steve couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. “He’s long gone, you big asshole. He’s probably calling Hopper and Hopper’s calling the US calvary. They’re gonna come in here, commando-style, guns a-blazin and kick your sorry asses back to Russia. You’re gonna be two pieces of toast.”
Laughter burst through your lips as your head fell forward. The ups and downs of your emotions were making you dizzy but this was so fun and dangerous and sickening.
“Is that so?” The commander bent down in front of Steve’s face to mock him. You all burst into another fit of giggles that only escalated when an alarm began blaring through the base. The commander and his two guards rushed from the room to diagnose the issue.
The door slammed open as you recognized Dustin’s high pitched yell before there was a zapping noise. The doctor’s figure crumbled to the ground from whatever the younger boy did before his curly hair was popping up in your peripheral vision. 
“Hey, Henderson!” Steve was giddy at the boy’s presence in front of him. “That’s crazy, I was just talking about you.”
“Get ready to run!” Dustin’s command wasn’t left up for discussion as he yanked the belts holding the three of you together off. Erica quickly moved to untie Robin individually before Dustin’s hands were suddenly on your knees. “Y/N, holy shit. Are you okay?”
“Dusty!” Your voice was way too excited in his opinion as he tried to pull his eyes from the dried blood on your skin. His hands moved fast to free your ankles and wrists before he tucked an arm under your shoulder and helped you up. Unlucky for you, it was the one the Russians popped out of socket causing you to yelp and jump away from him. “Ow, that hurt!” Your pain was disguised in a fit of laughter as Dustin stared at you in concern. 
“We gotta go. Come on.” Grabbing your wrist gently, he pulled you out of the monotone room that had consumed your thoughts for the past few hours. Handling you carefully, he helped you climb into the back of whatever transport they had found, Steve and Robin clambering in after. The door slammed shut, the ringing in your ears making you press your hands harshly against your head. Curling into yourself, you laughed as the cart began to move making you roll around like a ball.
“Jesus, slow down,” Steve’s words were slurring together as he tumbled into your side. His hands were as careful as possible as he tried to get off of you.
“Yeah, what is this, the Indy 500?”
“It’s the Indy 300,” Steve attempted to correct Robin’s statement but failed. 
“No, dingus, it’s 500!”
“300!”
They two kept going before bursting into laughter again. Your senses were suddenly overwhelmed, the medicine they gave you blurring together as you dropped into a fit of panic. Head aching, chest tight, you clenched your fingers around your arms tightly as you tried to protect yourself as much as possible. Erica let out a shout before you were slammed against the metal walls of the cart, a cry leaving your lips as you hit your already bruised head. Dustin asked if you were alright but you were too busy trying to choke in air to answer. 
More yelling followed before hands were pulling on you, yanking you from your comforting position. Whining as you moved, you let Steve and Dustin practically carry you along slowly into the elevator you came here in. 
The chaotic elevator ride went in a blur, Steve and Robin giggling a little too loud for your enjoyment. Dustin was trying to check your best friend’s stability before his finger was poking into his neck where they had injected the drugs earlier. The ride back up to ground level didn't take too long and eventually, Dustin held your hand tightly as he led you from the elevator back out into the fresh air of the night. You thought you were in the clear and could finally go home, take a shower, and go to sleep. That idea slipped away quickly as Dustin started yelling and pulled you back through the side doors of the mall while Erica attempted to corral Steve and Robin. You caught a quick glimpse of the two Russians undercover that were running towards you.
“Whoa!” Steve shouted excitedly as your group turned a corner sharply in the back halls of the mall.
“Where are we going?” Erica asked Dustin, who didn’t give her a clear answer. Soon enough, he was pulling you through the door that led to the movie theater hallway and into an ongoing showing of Back to the Future. 
Your feet couldn’t keep up as he ran towards the bottom row, demanding you, Steve, and Robin take a seat. Steve broke out into complaints about the shitty view while shoving someone’s discarded popcorn into his mouth. 
“Whatever you do, don’t go anywhere,” The younger boy directed.
“Fine, Dad,” Steve scoffed, earning giggles from Robin. You watched Dustin and Erica shift down the aisle to two other open seats. Steve slumped down aggressively, throwing more popcorn than he could chew into his mouth, mumbling that he had no idea what was happening.
Three minutes went by of your trio staring dumbly at the movie screen before Robin spoke up, “Guys. I’m bored.”
“Me too,” Steve blurted a little too excitedly. You looked over at both of them to see their expectant eyes staring right at you. Dustin’s words be damned, you were bored and hungrier than shit.
Moving quickly to the left, you snuck back out the same hall you had walked through. Food forgotten, the water fountains you found looked much more appetizing as you crumbled against it and chugged down water like you’d never seen it before. 
Plopping on the floor, you let Robin take over the water fountain you previously occupied. Steve started conversing with her again but their words faded to whispers as you stared forward. Whatever they gave you down in the lab was causing panic after panic. Slumping forward, you wrapped your arms tightly around your legs as you tried to slow your breathing. You thought once you left that elevator you’d be free, but realizing that the guards lurked around every corner was enough to freak you out, especially when you figured out how vulnerable your group was.
“Steve!” 
Your cry had his attention instantly, laughter disappearing immediately as he turned to you. He felt bad, but whatever the guards gave him made him want to giggle again. He clumsily clattered to the floor next to you. “Y/N, hey, hey. What’s wrong?” Hands were on your arms, your bare skin touching his. “Okay, okay. That’s okay, just breathe for me.” He was trying to walk himself through the normal steps. Helping you through a panic attack wasn’t abnormal to him, and he was always willing to keep you from suffering alone. 
“I-I don’t know, it’s too much,” You admitted as you crawled into his lap, letting him hold you like a child. Tingling ran through your limbs, numb to the point where you could barely feel the warmth of Steve’s hold on you. “I can’t, it hurts, everywhere. We can’t get out of here, a-and and you, you weren’t waking up and-”
“Y/N, hey. Eyes on me, babe. I’ve got you.” His fingers were soft as they moved your chin to look up at him. He had never seen your body so tense, so rigid. He knew ever since the demogorgon attack that the nightmares were getting worse but you always, always insisted that you were fine.
You cried into his bloody uniform, hands refusing to let go of his wrists. “I was so scared, I didn't think you were gonna come back to me and I’m sorry! I’m sorry I never told you but I didn’t want anything to happen if I did and I’m just so so scared of losing you, Stevie. Can’t even imagine a world without you and I thought you left me alone and… and…”
So, here you were, a bloody mess in Starcourt Mall when the secret broke free that you had hidden from Steve Harrington for so long. Your biggest and greatest fear had always been so close under his nose and he had no idea. Maybe it was obliviousness or just denial but he had never realized how important he was to you.
You were scared, terrified, of losing him to the point where you didn’t want to risk speaking it into existence. Now, it all made sense though. The moments of hesitation when a plan involved him in the front lines, the over worry when he got into a fight, or the simple things like making him dinner and staying in his usually empty house so he didn’t feel alone. 
You couldn’t live in a world where Steve Harrington wasn’t yours.
He felt stupid that he didn’t see it sooner, but you were so good at hiding things when you wanted to. He had slowly been figuring your patterns out but this one was just right out of his reach.
“Shh, it’s okay. C’mere.” His arms held you close, chin resting on your head, tucking you into his neck as he tried to bring you any sense of comfort, to let you know he was here and he was okay. You curled closer into his body, trying not to disturb the wounds on his face. “M’not gonna go anywhere, bubs. Promise. Could never leave you.”
Robin couldn’t help but stare, mesmerized at the way the two of you fit together like missing puzzle pieces. She admired it, yet despised it because she never would get to experience it. You were like soulmates, destined to be entwined infinitely in the universe. She begged, hoped, dreamed that someone would show up and love her for her the way Steve loved you. There was a lot of room for her to grow, to open up to the two of you about who she really was and she would, soon. 
“Hey,” She cursed herself as she interrupted your small moment, her eyes drifting upwards as she let her head fall back. “Is the ceiling spinning for you guys too?”
You sniffled as you pulled your head away from Steve’s neck to look up at the indeed bright, moving lights. It was gorgeous, a blend of soft yet bright and elegant color. 
Your stomach shifted uncomfortably before all three of you were scrambling to the nearest bathroom to rid your bodies of the toxins that had been plaguing you. You tried not to be too grossed out on the bathroom floor and the cold porcelain toilet you were resting your head on. Letting out a small groan, you tucked yourself against the corner of the stall between the wall and the toilet, letting yourself slump in exhaustion. 
“The ceiling stopped spinning for me,” Robin said as she broke the silence. You could see the backs of her thighs as she let her legs rest upwards against the stall. “Is it still spinning for you?” Taking a second, you looked up and shook your head no, forgetting that she couldn’t see you. 
“Holy shit. No. You think we puked it all up?” Steve asked from the stall next to you. You could barely see his blue shoes and knee high socks against the multicolored floor. 
“Maybe, ask me something,” Robin suggested before changing to a Russian accent, “Interrogate me.”
Steve let out a small chuckle, “Okay, interrogate you. Sure. Um, when was the last time you peed your pants?”
“Today,” Robin answered without hesitation, “When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw.”
A short laugh left your mouth as Steve mumbled something about the drug still being in Robin’s system. You felt fine now - not back to normal but you didn’t feel as floaty and instead, your body was riddled with pain and exhaustion but you were just glad to be out. 
“Alright, my turn. Have you… ever been in love?”
“Yep. Nancy Wheeler, first semester, senior year,” He made a noise with his mouth to imitate a gunshot to his heart. 
Despite Steve being devastated over the situation, you were so grateful Nancy snapped him out of his King Steve persona that became so overwhelming. You had been watching your best friend disappear piece by piece, his new friends becoming your enemies with their snide rude comments that Steve didn’t really attempt to stop. So, despite Nancy Wheeler breaking Steve’s heart, you got him back and you were more than grateful for it. 
“Y/N, did you just OD in there?”
By the time you realized you were missing the conversation, Steve’s body was sliding under the metal door into your stall and shaking you back to reality. You gave him a small smile, chin resting on your crossed arms as you tucked your knees into your chest. Neither of you talked about what had happened not too long ago and you were suddenly ashamed of your reaction. 
“That floor’s disgusting,” You muttered as he settled closer to you. His hands were gentle as they grabbed your ankles and released your legs from their cramped position to rest over his lap, fingertips ghosting lightly over your shins. He needed to hold you, to comfort you the best way he knew how.
“Yeah, well, I already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt, so…” He waved his hand lazily towards his destroyed uniform. “Do you wanna talk about it? Robin went to get some more water for us.”
You shrugged lightly, leg twitching as you threatened to curl back into a ball. You felt exposed, more exposed than you ever did to him and usually you didn’t mind it but it just felt weird. Steve noticed, just like he always did, and shifted to sit facing you with his legs slotted beneath yours, his feet resting on the sides of your hips. Tugging you forward gently until your thighs rested on top of his and his hands sat on your waist, Steve Harrington finally looked at you the way he had wanted to for so long.
“I love you.”
Your response was automatic, “I love you, too.”
Steve smiled but shook his head slightly as he messed with you. “Nah, c’mon, babes. You know that’s not what I mean.”
You gave him a half smile, your skin bubbling with excitement. “Stevie, I think we both know exactly what we mean.” You could feel the dynamic shift, both of you could. It was obvious enough but it didn’t feel heavy or overbearing - it just felt right.
“Oh, do we now?” The smirk on his face was smug but it disappeared into the tiniest smile when you rolled your eyes at him and finally leaned forward to close the distance, your lips settling perfectly onto his. Steve Harrington was in heaven, and he was in love. He didn’t know why it had taken this long for either of you to react and make the emotions between you known after so long but he was so glad.
His hands slipped to your lower back to pull you closer into his lap as your fingers sorted through his slightly matted hair. Taking a second to breathe, you leaned back with one hand still lingering around his neck, the other gently brushing the bruises on his face. He was just so real, so close, and somehow still always yours. 
The bathroom door slamming open had you shifting your gaze to see Dustin, Erica, and Robin crowding the doorway, the biggest smile on the latter's face as she held water bottles in her hands. Steve moved slightly to see them, his hand never leaving your waist as he turned to see your friends had returned. “Oh, hey guys.”
“Okay. What the hell!”
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Tea & Confrontations
Word Count: 6.2k
Category: Angst, fluff-ish, but mostly angst
Warning: swear language
Summary: A mutual friend, and an inside source spills exclusive tea about your and Harry’s relationship, breakup, and your relationship with Joe Keery, and Joe confronts Harry.
a/n: this is set further down in time and not in October of 2022 for the sake of the fic’s timeline. let me know what you think! this is a long one x
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Some days, you had found yourself regretting your choice of profession. Surely working as anything but a creative director, commonly known as Production Designer in the film industry–one who was successful and known as well–and having a circle of people who were in the entertainment industry wouldn’t have made you and Harry meet. Surely it was your profession. Surely it was the circle of big names and not-so-big ones that had your paths crossing years ago. Surely if it weren’t for it, you would have been getting over a breakup with an accountant or business developer of some sort, and only then, nobody would have given two shits about your breakup.
But that wasn’t the case.
And while you had had your days, meeting Joe had proved that everything worked out for the best.
“I was thinking that we might need to change Flo’s position for this shot.”
It wasn’t everyday that someone could be sitting next to one of Hollywood’s best directors, Christopher Nolan, but as the supervising production designer on his new movie, Oppenheimer, you were.
“The lighting on her face is coming from that side,” you pointed, “And if we have her on the other side, it’s more fitting to the mood.”
Nolan nodded along, looking at his screen in front of him, “Yeah, yeah, I see it,” he said, “Florence, can you stand on the left instead?” He called.
Working on one of the most anticipated movies with an incredible cast and crew, you were almost sleepless. As someone whose job was one between a Producer and a Director, your mind seemed to always be racing with the designs you worked on for the film, the budgeting, the storyboards, making sure all the teams you were working with were going according to plan—you loved your job, but saying you were busy would be an understatement.
It was why it wasn’t something you had anticipated nor wished for when the internet seemed to suddenly go crazy.
It was a rare day off when it happened, to your own bad luck and misfortune.
At 9 a.m., Joe had woken up before you, being gentle as he kissed your hair as you slept, overcome with the feeling of happiness that you were finally getting some sleep and rest, even if it was just for a day.
Time seemed to be dragged before Joe checked his phone that he had silenced before bed to make sure neither of you, and especially you, was disturbed.
Along with a few frantic texts from his friends, it was one of his sisters’ texts that he saw first:
Carolina: Don’t let Y/N come near her phone!!!
Caroline: Deux Moi released a podcast with an “exclusive source” that leaked everything about her previous relationship and yours
Caroline: Do NOT let her see this!
Carolina: https://www.hellomagazine.com/celebrities/20221002153091/harry-styles-exclusive-tea-yn-yln/
“Fuck,” Joe said under his breath, his shoulders slumping as he sat down, opening the link his sister sent him.
“Holivia was a stunt and Harry isn’t over Y/N”, says exclusive source about Harry Styles & ex, Y/N Y/L/N, on Deux Moi podcast and much more!
Joe only skimmed through the article, eyebrows furrowed as muscles tense as he decided to click on the link to the podcast, choosing to listen for himself.
“Today we have someone, let’s call them Kyle, and I feel like you guys will like this one,” the distorted voice of Deux Moi said, “I’ve been getting asked about Harry and Olivia, and about Harry and his ex, Y/N Y/L/N and her and Joe for so, so long now, and I always said I didn’t know so much about what actually went down. Like, I wasn’t sure if the things you all sent was truthful or just total cap, but Kyle here is an exclusive, you guys. Hey, Kyle.”
“Hey, hey, how are you?”
“I’m doing good, doing great. First of all, I’m really excited to talk about this because—Gosh, it’s what everyone has been talking about for so long and people are dying to know, so you’re literally going to end everyone’s misery.”
Kyle chuckled, “When I reached out to you, I actually had that in mind. Like, I just felt like I have been sitting on this one.”
“Yeah, thank you so much for reaching out,” the voice of Deux Moi said, “First of all, let’s start talking about Harry and Y/N. Do we have a timeline?”
“Yeah, so,” Kyle began, “Harry and Y/N met back in 2018.”
“Oh my God.”
“Yeah, there were some mutual friends and I was one of them, and we were all there for his last show on his first tour then we went backstage, and let me get this straight,” they paused, “That was literally love at first sight.”
“Shut up, no way!”
“When I tell you Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off of Y/N, I seriously mean it,” they said, “Y/N is shy. Like, she has a lot of friends and she’s, like, the sweetest person ever but the moment you meet her, she’s just shy and sweet and Harry off stage is exactly like that, but that night, he was trying so hard to talk to her, like just her, and he was blushing and she was, like, very flustered and all, and we all knew that we basically have some setting up to do.”
“Neither of them was in any relationship at the time?”
“No,” they answered, “Just two single people who basically had the hots for each other. So, that night, Harry and his bad and, like, everyone else, were all going out to celebrate the tour coming to an end and all and obviously we were all invited, but I remember he directly went to Y/N and he was like, “I’ll see you there, right?” and we were all just absolutely swooning.”
“This is everyone’s dream. Like imagine Harry Styles wanting to see you.”
“Exactly, exactly,” they agreed, “But Y/N wasn’t just starstruck with him because he’s a celebrity, you know? I don’t even know how to describe it but they moment they met, they just really clicked.”
“This is so cute.”
“Right?”
“So what happens next?”
“Well we go out and we party, and they dance together, they talk, and it basically looks like they’re on a date and everyone could see it. They exchanged numbers that night,” Kyle spilled, “So then like a couple of days later, we all go out for brunch.”
“Like, the friend group?”
“Yeah, we all basically decided that we needed to set them up so we were, like, set it into action at that point. So we all went out and they were just—there’s some shy flirting, you know? They were just talking and having a conversation all evening.”
“This feels like a fairytale.”
“We all placed our bets on them, honestly,” they said, “Anyway, we all met up more times after that, like two or three times, but I feel like—like it all just, sort of blossomed when we all went on a trip to Italy together, and I can’t tell you how absolutely smitten they were. They had their first date there,” Kyle said.
“No way!” The voice of Deux Moi gasped, “This is so adorable. Is that why it seems like Italy is like, so close to Harry? Like, it feels like he just goes there to relax and that it’s like his getaway of some sort.”
“Italy was their country, honestly,” they said, “Like they had their first date there, and then they later had so many vacations there, I feel like it was like their safe haven or something.”
“This is so adorable, I can’t. I literally can’t.”
“Right? Anyway, fast forwarding a bit, they were just so adorable together. Like, their relationship at that point was the perfect example of puppy love. Harry was the happiest we’ve ever seen him, Y/N was the happiest, everything was going so well.”
“When did they make it official?”
“It took them some time,” they answered, “Y/N met Harry’s family before they actually made it official. I think she met them around Christmas time and Harry just told us about how his family absolutely adored her,” they said, “But they made it official in 2019, first day of the year.”
“First of January?”
“Yup,” Kyle answered, “I can’t even begin to describe how they both were literally glowing at that point. They were just so in love, it was crazy.”
“Wait, so they were together for how many years before they broke up, again?”
“Three years.”
“Three years!”
“Three whole years, yeah,” Kyle repeated, “And everyone loved them together, and at the time, we all understood that they wanted to be private, because you know how things get with the fans and the media and all. But the fans, you know, they saw her and were beginning to join some dots but I think at some point, everyone assumed they were just friends because they were never really touching or kissing in the pictures, but I remember our friends talking about how much the fans loved Y/N.”
“You know, I get some sightings of Y/N, and it’s always with, like, the cutest stories. Like people telling me she’s so respectful, she’s cute, she’s nice, is big on tips, and all that, so I get why fans would love her,” the voice of Deux Moi said, “And I think I remember getting some messages about her getting fans concert tickets and merch.”
“She always did that,” Kyle confirmed, “I think that—Y/N is just a very humble and simple person, and I think she has always realized that with her place in the industry, she does have some privilege, right? Especially when she was Harry’s girlfriend and all, so she just really liked doing these things,” they said, “Like she always told him to get more in touch with his fans, and I think there were some arguments about ticket and merch pricing and all.”
“Wow, really?”
“Yeah, I think that’s why the fans loved her. You always pick up that vibe, you know? When someone is being real.”
“True. That’s so true,” Deux Moi agreed, “But—where did it all go wrong? I think it all went bad with the hate and all after Harry’s song got leaked. I remember that—she was getting so much hate. You know what? No, don’t answer that right now, we’ll get to it.”
Kyle chuckled, “Yeah, let’s take it one step at a time,” they said.
“Alright so, Holivia? That’s—That’s also the tea.”
“Oh, it’s hot,” Kyle laughed, “It’s very hot tea.”
“Right? Because I feel like from what you’re saying, Harry and Y/N, they were—they were endgame.”
“They really were,” they said, “But then Harry got the Don’t Worry Darling role and that’s when things went south,” they began, “Look, publicity stunts and scandals happen all the time. It’s a classic for a reason, too. It always works.”
“I agree.”
“So in 2020, there were talks about the stunt. Basically that Harry and Olivia start going out and all, and Y/N was—She was literally crushed when Harry said he was going to think about it.”
“She didn’t think he’d do it?”
“No, I don’t think so,” Kyle answered, “Obviously, she’s in the industry and she knows that these things happen all the time but when you’re in her position, it’s—it’s not so easy. But she was very supportive of his career and, like, respected his decisions and everything because she knew that he wouldn’t—like, he wouldn’t disrespect her, you know?”
A hum.
“Anyway, Harry agreed to it and he had conditions set. Like, he wanted it to still be lowkey and to, like, keep it on the minimum.”
“That’s not really how it goes,” Deux Moi joked.
“It’s not how it goes,” Kyle repeated.
“Did Y/N at any point—Or her and Harry, did they ever consider going public?”
“Y/N wanted that,” Kyle answered, “She’s mostly also private, but she just wanted everyone to know that they’re a couple, you know?”
“Yeah, nothing wrong with that. I’d want people to know that Harry Styles and I are together, too.”
Kyle laughed, “Right? But it was because—They’re both attractive people, so you have people shooting their shot at them all the time and at some point, it was a little hurtful to Y/N how she had to stay, like, very discreet about her relationship. It felt like a secret, you know?”
“Like she was hidden.”
“Exactly, exactly. And that’s just—It’s not fun and it does things to your mental health. Like, you start thinking.”
“Yeah, of course.”
“So anyway, the stunt was supposed to be short-term, but everything was just super intense. Shit mostly went down during Jeff and Glenne’s wedding.”
“Jeff is Harry’s manager, right?”
“Yeah,” they answered, “So when you’re in a relationship, obviously your plus one is you girlfriend, your boyfriend, like, your partner, right?”
“Yeah?”
“Y/N was asked to not attend with Harry and to, like, blend in.”
“No. Fucking. Way.”
“Swear,” Kyle assured, “Just so Harry and Olivia can make their debut as a couple.”
“Oh. My. God.”
“I know.”
“I think I felt my heart break,” Deux Moi said, “Are you kidding me?”
“I wish,” Kyle said, “We were all so worried about Y/N because she was literally crushed. Like, oh my God, I can’t even begin to describe it. Like, to the point that she wasn’t going to attend the wedding if it weren’t for Glenne insisting.”
“And how was it?”
“She was so anxious that day, and I think—I think that’s when Y/N really began doubting herself. Like, at that point, the relationship was making her feel like shit and she felt like—You know, she felt like she just wasn’t worthy of being Harry’s girlfriend, that maybe she wasn’t good enough for his image, all that talk.”
“Poor woman, I feel like crying right now,” Deux Moi gasped, “And how was Harry dealing with it?”
“Look, I can’t believe I’m saying that but I feel like there was just so much manipulation happening? I don’t know, I don’t know, because Harry really did love Y/N. He—Actually, he still does. Like he’d be agreeing to all that stunt shit then be the good boyfriend to Y/N so to her, it sort of felt like she didn’t really have the right to complain. Like he’d tell her that it was basically work, that he loves her, that it’ll all end soon, and she, you know, she took it all in and tried to go on with it to be a supportive girlfriend.”
“This is literally a toxic relationship.”
“Which is so sad! It’s so sad, because—because they really did love each other so much,” Kyle said.
“Still toxic,” Deux Moi said, “Did Olivia know? About Harry and Y/N?”
“Yeah, yeah, she did,” Kyle answered, “And I’ve seen some people say that she was mean to Y/N and stuff, but that’s not true. They were both actually respectful towards one another.”
“Y/N is way better than I can be, because I don’t know how I’d act with Olivia if I were her.”
“We were all so shocked, but if this proves anything, it just proves how above and beyond Y/N was willing to go for her relationship—for Harry.”
Deux Moi hummed, “Then what happens?”
“Y/N did tell Harry about how uncomfortable the situation is. Like, he knew, but you know, he’d always assure her and all. But then,” they enunciated, “Harry missed her birthday for a sighting, with Olivia.”
A gasp was heard, “No fucking way. No way, are you kidding?”
“I wish I were,” Kyle said, “But I remember we were all trying to plan a night out and one of us told her that, like, Harry better leave the night for us to celebrate her and all, and she was like, “Oh, he’s not going to be here all day”, and we were like “What?” and she just said “He just has things to deal with and do” and then later, we find some pictures, like papped pictures of Harry and Olivia and everyone was like “Oh.””
“I’m so shocked right now. I literally don’t know what to say.”
“Yeah. We celebrated her birthday that night and she just—she just wasn’t happy, you know?”
“Yeah, can you blame her? Who can blame her?”
“Exactly,” Kyle agreed, “But then, like a day later, Harry made it up to her by taking her to the Amalfi Coast.”
“But is that even worth anything?”
“That’s what we were saying. Like, he missed her actual birthday, and for what? But Y/N was—she was still appreciative. In a way, she was just constantly convincing herself that it’s his work after all,��� they said, “But then—”
“I’m always scared of what follows that.”
Kyle laughed, “It’s bad, alright? I wasn’t kidding when I told you earlier that it’s a sad story.”
“Oh you definitely weren’t.”
“Yeah so, you know these pictures of Harry and Olivia? When they were kissing on a yacht?”
“Oh yeah, know those. Kissing on a yacht is a classic when it comes to these stunts, I’m surprised they still do it.”
“Right?” Kyle laughed, “Yeah, after those Y/N was like—she was just reaching the breaking point, you know? She asked for space. It wasn’t necessarily a break, but just—just some space, and Harry respected it and he gave her space but he was like—he sent her flowers, sent her some letters, you know, stuff like that.”
“If it weren’t for the context, I would’ve said that was cute.”
“Right,” they chuckled, “But like, soon after, they went out for brunch and we all were—we were literally celebrating it because to us, that relationship—it was like you said, it was endgame. They were our favorite couple, so we were glad to see them working. But they got so much shit for that brunch date because there were paps and Harry’s management was, like, having none of it. Like they didn’t want Y/N in the picture when Olivia was in it.”
“That’s—Oh my God, that’s so fucking brutal.”
“Absolutely brutal. At that point, we all were sort of distancing ourselves from Harry. Everyone was trying to stay neutral, but we knew what was happening and it was just hurtful seeing what Y/N was going through,” they said, “So back to how Y/N loved interacting with the fans—they wanted her to stop that.”
“They wanted her to stop interacting with the fans?”
“Yeah, like to just cut it because it wasn’t good for Holivia but Y/N—she was like, no, you’re Harry’s management, you’re not mine.”
“Yes. Queen.”
“We were so proud of her!” Kyle exclaimed, “We were so proud,” they repeated.
“I feel like I’m proud of her and I don’t even personally know her.”
“Right? Right?” They laughed, “So yeah, she was just still interactive with fans over Twitter and like, Instagram comments and stuff.”
“She’s private on Instagram, right?”
“Yeah, she is,” they said, “But she’d always like some posts, comment on some stuff, stuff like that. She didn’t do it a lot, but it was still something she enjoyed—she still does it.”
“That’s so sweet.”
“I’m telling you, she’s—she’s just amazing.”
“So now, that’s when? Like was that nearing the breakup?”
“That was, like, months before their third anniversary,” Kyle answered, “So they celebrated their third year together and things were going fairly well—like, as good as it can get, at least. Until Harry’s show in Brixton, in May. The One Night Only show.”
“He had two, right?”
“Yeah, one in the UK, in Brixton, and the other in New York,” they answered, “They actually broke up on that day.”
“The one in Brixton?”
“Yeah. I wasn’t there for that one, but basically what happened was that—You know, Y/N was super supportive of Harry’s career. Like, she was his biggest fan and was literally the muse for all his love songs—like so many in Fine Line, and basically all of Harry’s House. Harry’s House is literally her album,” they said, “And I bet the next one as well but, anyway—so, she was there, of course. She was so excited to see him perform his new album, she basically was going on and on about how proud she was of him, how excited she was.”
“I’m so scared right now.”
“And then she was asked to stay backstage during the show.”
“Like—Like, not watch him from the crowd?”
“Yeah. His mom was there, his sister was there, so many of his friends—of our friends, everyone was going to stand there and actually watch him from the crowd but it was just Y/N that was told to stay back.”
“You have to be kidding.”
“I’m not. I wish,” they said, “But she was told to just, stay back and basically give her spot to Olivia,” Kyle said, “And Harry was—He was actually, like, okay with it.”
“No.”
“Yeah,” they confirmed, “You know, told her things like, it was just for a day, you’ll still get to see me, et cetera, et cetera, and she was just so broken at that point. So she stayed back, she watched him for like, some time, then she just left.”
“Like, left him?”
“She left the arena, yeah, and she called one of our friends and she was just—she was like, hysterically crying, like sobbing, and she was like, ‘I can’t do this anymore’. And nobody could blame her. So she just, like, went back, and packed her stuff. Then Harry caught her, like before she left, and she broke up with him.”
“For good?”
“Yeah, they never went back together after that,” they said, “And for the longest time, Y/N was devastated. It’s because—when you’re in a relationship, it’s like an investment. Like you invest with your time, with your energy, your efforts, your—your mental health, everything, and in a way, it felt like Y/N lost.”
“And what about Harry?”
“Look, Harry will never love anyone the way he loves Y/N, period,” they said, “He’s still not over her, he’s still not over their relationship, still not over what he’s done. He’s still, like, constantly beating himself up for it.”
“I can’t say I feel too bad, honestly.”
“It’s Karma in a way, I guess.”
“But how did he take it when Y/N got into a new relationship? Because Y/N and Joe Keery have been a hot topic ever since they got together.”
“God, he was absolutely crushed,” they said, “Joe is a great guy. He’s a great, great guy. He treats Y/N so well, puts her first, supports her, defends her. He’s—He’s basically the boyfriend Y/N truly deserves and Harry sees that.”
“Yeah, it wasn’t too far ago when he defended her on Instagram after Harry’s song about her got leaked.”
“Yeah, he’s just—he’s incredible.”
“Do you know when they met?”
“They met in 2021 if I remember correctly. They had a mutual friend, I think it was a creative director or something who worked on Stranger Things. And Joe had the biggest crush on her back then,” Kyle answered.
“Yeah, yeah, I remember he said that in an interview.”
“Yeah, and then they met again in, like, early 2022 as well, then after the breakup, like, I don’t know three months later, they went out for some coffee, then it was just—like really casual for a while even though Joe was smitten, but Y/N didn’t want to rush anything.”
“Can’t blame her.”
“Yeah, nobody can. So yeah, they took their time and everything.”
“But Harry’s not over her.”
“Harry’s not over her,” Kyle confirmed.
“God, that was heavy.”
It wasn’t long before Deux Moi and their guest moved to another celebrity gossip, making Joe pause before he stared at his phone for a few moments.
Everything was out in the open.
Between your sleeping state and Joe’s stressed one, was Harry who now seemed to get only bad news from his manager and friend, Jeff.
Going on social media was like a nightmare.
Not only was Harry getting cancelled, but so were Olivia and Jeff, while supportive messages, tweets, and edits were being sent your way.
“We owe Y/N an apology” was among the trends, sitting right on top of the 4 other relevant trending topics about you. After it came “#HarryStylesIsOver”, “Y/Noe”, “Holivia”, and “Thank you deuxmoi”.
The latter was a surprise to everyone, but never did anyone guess that a day would come where people would thank the celebrity gossip platform.
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nobody believed me when I said y/n and harry were together and that he fucked her over. fuck harry, fuck olivia, fuck jeff, and fuck dwd.
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Imagine your worst mistake being that you trusted the person you loved the most. #HarryStylesIsOver
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WE OWE Y/N AN APOLOGY? NO! YOU owe her an apology because some of us still stuck by her side and knew that she wasn’t the evil guy in this. now yall wanna talk
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idk who “kyle” is but thank you
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I TOLD YOU HOLIVIA WAS FAKE!!! I TOLD YOU YNRRY WAS REAL!!!!
Countless of tweets, some angry, some sad, some supportive were being added by the second and Joe found himself growing nervous for when you woke up.
It was inevitable for you to wake up. A day of sleeping one was one you appreciated, and even more so after you freshened up and were ready for a day of doing absolutely nothing but chill with your boyfriend.
“Good morning,” you said, taking notice of Joe flinching on the couch, causing you to giggle, “Sorry.”
Joe forced a smile, standing up and meeting you halfway to press his lips to yours as he wrapped one arm around your waist, his other hand going into your hair to bring your head closer to his. Pulling back, you smiled, “Okay then,” you joked.
“Good sleep?”
You hummed, wrapping your arms around him in a hug as you closed your eyes in bliss, “So good.”
“You deserve it,” he said, kissing your head, “What do you want to have for breakfast?”
“I don’t know, anything,” you answered, “Some scrambled eggs sound nice.”
“And buttered toast?”
“And buttered toast.”
“Avocados?”
“God, I love you,” you shook your head with a smile, leaning to kiss him again, “Let me just grab my phone a-“
“Let’s not,” Joe quickly said.
Your eyebrows furrowed, a smile of confusion on your face.
“I just—I figured—We can just—We can disconnect for the day, how does that sound?” He asked, “Leave our phones, turn them off, just-just enjoy your break.”
You stayed quiet for a moment, tilting your head as you looked at him.
“You’re hiding something,” you said.
“No, I’m not.”
“Then why are your cheeks and ears all pink?” You raised an eyebrow, “What’s going on?”
“Is it too bad that I want us to be together without any distractions? Without any—”
“Joe.”
He pursed his lips, avoiding eye contact as he looked at the ceiling for a moment.
“What’s going on?” You asked again.
A sigh escaped his lips before he looked at you, “Someone—Someone you know just—” He paused.
You raised an eyebrow again, “Just what? Did someone die? Joe, oh my God, di—”
“No, no, nobody’s dead, baby. Everyone’s fine. Everyone’s okay,” he assured.
“Okay, then what is it?”
“Well, um,” he cleared his throat, “Uh, someone—you know,” he shrugged.
“I don’t.”
“How do they say this?” He muttered, scratching his chin, “Someone spilled the tea?”
“The tea?” You asked, “What tea?”
“Someone went on a podcast and they—they basically said every single thing about your past relationship. Your relationship with Harry.”
You stayed quiet, eyebrows going up, “Oh.”
“Oh,” Joe nodded.
“Everything?”
“From the moment you met,” he said quietly.
“Oh,” you repeated.
“Yeah,” he nodded unsurely, “I’m—I’m really sorry, baby. I’m so, so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you said quietly, “It’s not your fault. It’s—It’s nobody’s fault,” you added, “Who did that?”
“It was a guy, I think? Went with the name Kyle, like a pseudonym, but I don’t know. They could’ve distorted the voice, could be anyone.”
You hummed.
Joe looked at you, trying to asses your state before asking, “How are we feeling?”
“I’m not so surprised, honestly,” you answered, “I’m just—I’m so done with this, you know? I don’t know. I think—I think I just don’t care anymore.”
He nodded, rubbing your back soothingly, “I get it,” he said, “Do you want to address it?” He asked, “You know, they’re—everyone’s sending you support, some cute shit.”
“No, I won’t. I won’t address it,” you answered before sighing, “You know what I want?”
“What?”
“That scrambled eggs, the buttered toast, and those fucking avocados.”
To you, the day went well, and you knew that a huge reason why was that you did actually decide to take Joe’s advice and not check your phone. Instead, you and Joe had cooked breakfast and lunch together, had watched Brooklyn Nine-Nine, and decided to order takeout for the night.
To Joe, his mind was restless.
In a way, he felt like he needed to do something. Sure, he posted about you, he liked standing up for you, and he absolutely loved being a total sap on main—publicly and openly loving you, but something didn’t feel right.
He was smiling all night, loving on you and laughing with you, but his mind was all over the place. It wasn’t until you were asleep in his arms that he did what he felt was right.
Opening Instagram, he never had thought that he’d be the one to type in “harry styles” in the search bar and tap on your ex’s profile, but that was what he did before he also tapped on “Message”.
Strange enough, Joe was calm as he typed in his text:
Hey, Harry. I was hoping we can meet up soon to talk.
And stranger enough, was that his text was seen no more than 2 minutes after he sent it.
5 minutes passed before Joe received a reply.
Hello. Sure. When and where?
Joe then replied:
I’m currently in New Mexico but I’ll be in LA on Tuesday. Would that work for you?
And as if Harry had no idea that Joe was with you as you worked on Oppenheimer, he replied back:
Yes, I’m staying in LA for the time being. Tuesday works well.
Joe replied:
Great. We can meet at 6pm at my house since it’s the most private.
Harry then replied:
Okay. Is this about the recent podcast?
Joe replied:
Yes and no.
Harry replied:
Does Y/N know about this?
Joe replied:
No, she doesn’t.
Harry replied:
Okay. Send me the location and I’ll see you then.
Harry would have been lying if he said he wasn’t nervous, because of course he was. As someone who got into the acting world, scenarios ran through his mind like the ones he was offered; Joe was going to beat him up, or he was going to blackmail him, or he was going to tell him that Harry was the best choice for you and that didn’t seem like the worst scenario, although a cliché.
Days seemed to fly, or so it seemed to both Harry and Joe. The meeting was one that was discreet with neither’s friends knowing about it, even as Harry rang the doorbell to yours and Joe’s home.
Opening the door, Joe offered a very small smile, only stepping aside to let Harry in, “Come in,” he said.
Harry’s stomach was in twists; clammy palms against the sides of his thighs, erratic heartbeat that would definitely need medical attention at some point because there was no way that was normal.
“Want anything to drink?” Joe asked.
“Um, no, thank you,” Harry answered, sitting when Joe motioned towards the teal-colored couch—your favorite color on couches, although you wished you could have a cream-colored one but those seemed to be too much work, Harry remembered.
Joe sat on the chair opposite to it, a space between the two men that seemed occupied by tension and lingering awkwardness.
“Look,” Joe began, voice steady and calm, “I know this is weird. Like, really weird,” he said, “But I felt like it needed to happen.”
Harry pursed his lips, hands linked together as he looked at your boyfriend.
“I think we needed to talk, a long time ago. With how messy your relationship with Y/N was, and—and all the mess that’s been happening after it came to an end, I think I needed to talk to you,” Joe said, “Because it’s reaching a point where Y/N can’t catch her breath before something just, crashes down on her.”
Harry nodded.
“Look, I know I’m not your favorite person on earth,” Joe said, “And—No offense, you’re not mine either and I think that’s normal,” he put his hand out, “You’re her ex, I’m her boyfriend, and the situation isn’t ideal. It never really is. But I do respect you because you’re—you’re someone Y/N really appreciated at some point, and regardless of what happened, I know she still respects you and still cares about you because she’s just that kind of person.”
Harry, again, nodded.
“But I do know that with your status—with your place in the industry, you can put an end to all that,” he said, “It’s definitely hard getting over Y/N. I can’t imagine what you’re going through and I—To be honest with you, I don’t want to. I don’t want to be in your place, it’s not something I wish upon anyone, even you,” Joe said, “But I’m going to need you to just—to stop getting into her life like that. It’s not good for her, it’s not good for you, even, it’s not good for anyone.”
“How am I getting into her life?” For the first time, Harry spoke.
Joe sighed, “I know you still like her pictures on Instagram, you still—you’re not a stupid guy, Harry, you know exactly what I mean,” he said, “And like I said, I know that with your status, you can keep things on the down low. Give her some peace.”
“You know I wasn’t the person who said all these things on the podcast, right?”
“I’m not saying you are.”
“You’re—I think—I think you’re implying that I had something to do with it.”
“I never did,” Joe said, “But I do know that your management wants your name to be everywhere.”
“So, you are implying it,” Harry chuckled quietly.
“Look,” Joe took a breath, leaning forward a little, “I believe everything Y/N says, and I believed her when she told me that you aren’t your management. Your principles don’t align. I don’t know why you don’t take matters into your own hands. I don’t know whether it’s because you’re unsure, you’re scared, nervous, I don’t know, man, but what I’m saying is that you need to sit down with your management and actually set thing straight. Not for you, but for Y/N,” he said, “I get that they always say bad publicity is still publicity but we all know that’s bullshit.”
Harry stayed quiet.
“I don’t think you’re the worst person,” Joe said, “I think you do some stupid shit but I know you love Y/N and—and I can’t blame you for it and I can’t even ask you to just stop and move on, because having Y/N is one of the best goddamn gifts anyone can have.”
“Yeah, I know that,” Harry mumbled with a quiet chuckle.
“So all I’m asking is for you to talk with your management and do Y/N a favor.”
“Do her a favor or do you a favor?” Harry found himself asking, “Because I think—I think It seems like you’re trying to save your relationship.”
“There’s nothing for me to save it from,” Joe instantly said, “It doesn’t need to be saved. I’m confident in my relationship with Y/N.”
And that seemed to shut Harry up.
“What you and her had—that was real. It was great, until it wasn’t. And don’t get me wrong, I’m not gloating but I didn’t meddle in and ruin what you have. I waited and I kept my distance and things fell into place and it’s not my fault your relationship went to shit, man,” he said, “I’m trying to be nice. To be respectful, and I’m asking nicely.”
Harry stayed quiet for a moment before sucking in a breath, “Okay.”
Joe nodded slowly, “Alright.”
“Did you tell her? About this?” Harry motioned between them.
“No, I didn’t,” Joe answered, “And I won’t tell her.”
“She doesn’t really like secrets,” Harry said with a chuckle, joking.
“It’s only so that she doesn’t feel like I had to tell you to be a decent person,” Joe shot back.
Harry’s eyebrows went up, “Wow,” he nodded, “Thanks for that,” he sarcastically said.
Joe nodded, “No problem.”
“Well,” Harry let out a breath, “I’ll do what I have to do,” he said, “But um—Thank you, for being respectful.”
“Like I said, she respects you, so will I.”
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If you had the chance to make out with Steve Harrington - would you take it? Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!reader Word count: 1,262 Warnings: A bit of swearing, alcohol consumption.
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Not only did he scoot himself closer to you, he also playfully and confidently swung his arm behind you, casually resting it on the backrest of the sofa. You sat very still and couldn't breathe properly at the moment. The mixture of his strong scented cologne and his warm sweet breath near your skin almost made you pass out of dizziness. It was intoxicating, and it hit you. It hit you so fucking hard.
"What's it gonna be?" Steves raspy voice made you snap out of your almost hypnotized state, and you turned your head to look at him. Your lips parted automatically at the sight of him, and you did everything in your power to not exclaim a deep sigh. God, you were basically eye-fucking him right now. His brown eyes were darker than normal. Not that you noticed that kind of things about him of course. Why - why would you do that? It wasn't like you had a huge crush on him or anything.
You didn't.
Did you?
Steve smiled and bit his bottom lip while his eyes wandered down to your mouth.
This was your chance. Probably your only chance to actually kiss Steve fucking Harrington. Your whole body shivered with the thought of feeling those perfectly shaped lips on yours.
Screw this.
With a racing heart, you turned to face him and wasted absolutely no time before leaning in to kiss him. But you were no match for Steve. He was well-prepared for your attack and with no hesitation - and a small grin on that beautiful face of his - he grabbed under your thighs and pulled you onto his lap - as if you were as light as a feather. He completely ignored the fact that it was you that was about to make the first move.
"Shit!" you exclaimed and laughed nervously. He caught you off guard. You weren't expecting this to happen and you were a bit surprised by his action. Mostly because you thought this was going to be a cute, innocent kiss. One of those soft ones, that would leave you smiling for a couple of days. Instead you were straddling him, very much aware of how comfortably his thighs was. You were pretty sure this would make you smile for more than just a few days.
"Gotcha" he chuckled and held his hands on your waist to keep you steady. In the hurry you had placed your hands on each side of Steve's head, pressing your palms onto the wall behind him and you tried your very best not to awkwardly fall forward and ruin the moment. It made your faces being dangerously close to each others and you were practically breathing the same air right now.
Steve slid under your shirt and let a few inches of your skin being exposed, still carefully resting his hands on your waist. You let out a small moan when he slightly tightened his grip. The warmth from his hands on your bare skin, along with the almost none-existing distance between your lips, made this whole scenario a thousand times more intense. And you had barely sat on his lap for a hot minute. He leaned towards you, not that the gap between you were that big, but it felt like everything went slowmotion from the moment you realized he was about to kiss you. You closed your eyes and leaned towards him as well.
Finally. Steve's lips on yours, soft as a cloud - God yes, it was one of the soft ones! - with so much tenderness that it felt like your lips almost melted togehter. Every fiber in your body exploded. You got instant lightheaded and without even notice it yourself, you grabbed his thick hair with both hands to stabilize yourself from the overwhelming dizziness which kept creeping up on you.
Once again a moan escaped your mouth unintended, inbetween the soft kisses. This time it was louder, a bit more desperate. You felt your cheeks getting bright red because of the sounds you kept making, but Steve didn't seem to be bothered. If anything, it just made him greedy for more and he groaned eagerly. Steve dug his fingers into your skin, pulled you even closer to him, and before you could react, his tongue was inside your mouth, already fighting your own for dominance.
Stars was showing before your eyes and your heart beated so fucking fast, that you were afraid it would jump out of your chest. The only thing that filled the room was the sounds of your somewhat desperate moans.
Damn how this had escalated quickly.
Steve deepened the kiss, his hands only moving inches up and down your body, but his touches was so definite, that it almost made your body jelly-like. The effect this man had on you was unbelievable and you were effortlessly turned on. In some way it felt so wrong, but at the same time, the only thing you wanted right now was to go further with him.
What if you just…
…wait a minute…
… You opened your eyes, as music started to stream through your ears. The beats from Take on Me filled the room and you were suddenly aware of your surroundings. A bit out of breath, you pulled yourself away from Steve's lips and slowly looked to your left. You noticed that you were still holding a fair grib on Steve's hair, as if it was about to flee, and stopped immediately when you realized that Steve and you were, in fact, not alone.
"Oh. Wauw," someone said. Mortified, you pulled yourself off of Steve's lap and sat next to him without saying anything. You licked your lips unconsciously and felt the warmth from the obvious embarrasement fill your cheeks.
Robin looked at you without even blinking and repeated herself.
"Oh… wauw…"
Steve was kinda disoriented, and just stared out in the room for a solid minute, vaguely smiling.
"I-I think Y/N won the game. Yep. She definitely did," he said.
"It's not like you can actually win 'Truth or Dare', Harrington."
"Let it go, Eddie. I think Steve's right. That was without doubt the best dare played this evening," Robin said, finally snapping out of the baffled state she had been in. Robin smirked at you, and grabbed her beer from the table. "I gotta say. I didn't think you'd do it, Y/N" she laughed and took a sip of the beer, as part of the drinking game you had going on with your friends.
"Uhm. Steve" Eddie said cautiously. Steve looked at him, still a bit lost.
"What?"
Eddie glanced at Steve. To be more precise, his crotch. In his foggy state he didn't knew what was going on. But as soon as he realized what Eddie was trying to say, without actually saying it, Steve started blushing and grabbed the nearest pillow to hide his very obvious enthusiasm.
This evening had been both absolutely amazing, and extremely awful. You couldn't help but think of your poor friends who had just witness you and Steve getting a tad too excited for each other. You also wondered if the music had been playing all along. Did they hear you moan like a fucking porn star? God, you hoped not!
When everyone began to converse, you caught Steve's eye. He smiled mischievously and winked at you, before taking a sip of his beer.
You started thinking this wouldn't be the last time you'd be straddling him. But next time, you would make sure you were alone with Steve fucking Harrington.
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Yandere Kurt Kunkle (4/4)
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“Are you guys ready?” Jessie hyped from the stage, charismatic, charming, and incredibly sarcastic. 
If Kurt wasn’t as jealous as he was, he would’ve been a fan. What fueled him more was seeing his girlfriend in the audience, near the front. She was adamantly watching. Kurt had his stream up. He only glanced at his reflection, and he had to admit, the car crash did a number on him. He had a bash in his skull and she blood dribbling from his mouth. His left eye was black and bruised. His shirt was torn. Even Kurt knew he looked unhinged.
Jessie did her mantra, and it irked the man. He was somewhat dazed, fingers twitching as he waited. He wanted it to be a spectacle. For Jessie to drop dead at the end of her show and to have Y/n flock to him for comfort the minute he saw him. It was just so unfair for Jessie Adams to have everything. The fame, the shows, the love of his life.
“All eyes on me. I want to be seen,” Kurt giggled.
He notice this chat was calling him a psycho. Delusional. Insane. It was funny, because he was the victim in the situation.
“Great. Get your phones out like we do every time. This is our favorite part, right?”
Kurt couldn’t help but pull his phone closer to his face, even though the overhead light blinded the camera. He pulled the gun to the stream, showing it off.
Jessie was prancing around on stage. She wasn’t even telling jokes anymore. It irked him that she was a ‘comedian.’ The woman was stalling. She completely lacked talent. How did Kurt just now blow up, after ten years of hard work, but Jessie squired thousands. In a matter of a few years?
Kurt’s gaze flitted back to the camera. He received a donation. ‘I made a Kurt Pepe to celebrate his survival.’ He didn’t say anything, though, returning his attention to the gig.
“So, if you follow me on social media, you probably know me and my girlfriend had to put some skeezy bozo, the driver included, in their places during a Spree ride today. The bozo, though, was all like ‘Come on, girl, give me a smile.’ Ugh, I mean, that’s not breaking news to any woman in this room. We go through this shit every day.” Some woman cheered from the audience in support of this statement. “What really grinder our gears was the slurs. I have to applaud him, though. It’s not every day a guy ticks all three boxes : I mean, any girl would be lucky to have him. Racist, misogynist, and homophobic?”
“Fuck that guy!”
“Right? Fuck that guy,” Jessie hollered. “He was a date-rape drug in person. And I was angry at this guy, but then I got sad. Because of the driver. The Spree driver.” Kurt turned the camera back to him. He was baffled. Maybe Y/n did have a point in their call earlier. “First of all, he was hitting on my girlfriend - and terribly, might I add - since they were real life friends. But second, he was like, ‘how’d you get suck a big following? We should share tips.’”
Kurt felt numb and angry at the same time. She was making a complete mockery of him. He raised the gun, his hands trembling. His patience had been tested all day. Oh, it was hard not to pull the trigger.
“And then he was kind of, like, soft begging, like,’ Oh, please, lord, tag me.’ And it was so sad and pathetic. And…” Jessie’s expression completely changed. Kurt was taken aback. “It was just like me.” That made Kurt pause. He finally started listening to what she was saying. Deeply. “I went to my granny’s house after with my girlfriend. My… my safe place, like my pre-show sanctuary. And I could not shake that ride. Like, I was so pissed. And I was thinking about that guy, and that ‘please tag me’ energy. And I was like,’ ugh god, that was pure me.’ Like, he was me. I’ve done that shit before. 
“And then I just, like, reckoned with myself. For the last two years, I’ve been saying,’ All eyes on me.’ Now I finally have what I want, and I am creeped the fuck out. I’m serious. It’s like, whether you have twenty-million followers or twenty follower, we’re all being watched and judged and hated. And you love it, you love it. You need it. You’re all addicted to it.”
Kurt completely zoned out. This horrible, unfair woman… was right. For years, he had been trying to get the girl. But was the answer in front of him all along? Did he just… have to put down the camera —?
No. This woman knew he’d be watching. But he couldn’t deter himself now. How tens of thousands of followers he’d now acquired made the difference. He was making a difference. And at the end of the night, he’d get that girl. No doubt was in his mind.
“…And that’s why, when I wake up tomorrow, I’m going cold turkey. No more social media for me.” Kurt was stunned. She couldn’t be serious. Nobody could live without it. Not Kurt, not Y/n, and certainly not the woman who made a career of it. Kurt’s hands were trembling. He had to shoot. He needed to shoot.
“Okay! All eyes on this, bitch!”
That was all Kurt needed. It was like a lightbulb went off. He couldn’t do it here. Not now. He had to get Y/n and Jessie Adams alone. He had enough eyes on him to commit the deed. He was considering it as a… subscriber-only special.
And so, he darted out of the room to continue with his plan B.
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Spree was down. Because of a murderous Spree driver. I was almost relieved our Spree Social was with Kurt and a total asshole. It could have been us that were victims. So, instead, Miles rang up a GoGo. I knew what Jessie was doing; she was a lesbian flirting with a man. But, apparently Miles was too obsessed with her to realize that we weren’t just setting up for a threesome.
“It’s a white coupe!” Miles informed, flashing a sloven grin. 
Jessie wrapped her arm around my shoulders her fake smile dropping in a flash. Miles was called over by some ‘bro’s, but that was enough for us to make our mighty escape. We exited through the back and dashed up to the white coupe. Miles calling out to us from the outside.
I slipped inside, and slammed the door. The window was down, so as Jessie exclaimed,” Drive, drive, drive!”, she flashed a middle finger out the window.
I laughed loudly, a little tipsy from drinking all night. Jessie was also drunk, but she was better at hiding it. If anything, her mind was clearer after a few beers. I leaned against the window, a grin permanently glued to my face as the driver took off. 
“God, at least he can’t spam me anymore, seeing as I broke my fucking phone,” Jessie sighed, leaning against the headrest. She was already on the verge of dozing off, but since we were going to her place, it wouldn’t be worth napping.
I nudged her playfully, and she reached over, intertwining our fingers. The city was dark and the roads were vacant. Jessie suddenly spoke up, incredibly alert,” Wait, what address did he give you?”
“Three-seventy-five south Hobart.”
“Okay, good.”
“Good.”
My heart froze. Maybe I was just drunk, but I leaned into the front, peering at the driver incredulously. I was… terrified when I saw the driver was Kurt. It may have been dark, but his jawline and dampened bangs were instantly recognizable. He glanced at me, flashing me a smile. I instantly withdrew into the back, blinking in surprise.
“Kurt?”
“The one and only.”
“H - how…”
“It’s my job, Y/n.”
“Wait, Kurt - oh, my god. Are you stalking her —“
“Yeah, you literally work for Spree —“
“Well, I’m sorry I’m not a super famous comedian and I have to work two jobs to pay the bills,” he suddenly snapped. He glared at us in the rear view mirror, and a pang of guilt hit me. But, although he was still displeased, he returned his gaze to the road. An awkward silence fell over us.
“I’m about to pass out. Fuck, I’m stressed.”
Shivers rolled down my spine. Kurt had made me incredibly alert now, but Jessie was clearly winded from the show. I let her lean her head down. I stared out at the passing traffic, hand on my chest to calm my pounding heart.
“Jessie,” Kurt suddenly spoke up, an eerie smile on his face,” I liked your set tonight. It was… it was inspirational.”
That was what made Jessie alert. She didn’t have her seatbelt on, so she scooted closer to me. She had a deathly grip on my hand. I squeezed it, as a silent ‘everything will be okay.’
“You saw it?”
“Hell yeah. I was there. It was awesome. Jessie, I think you’re actually a genius.”
“Thanks man. Uh… don’t take what I said to heart. If anything, take it as a compliment. I, uh, broke my phone for you…”
“I’m so glad you didn’t take that water bottle earlier. That would have been…”
“Why, Kurt?”
My question fell on deaf ears. Jessie was fading, and Kurt was selective with his hearing. I didn’t like that he chose not to answer it. “You know, Jessie, when you were talking up there, I realized inside of me, it was like this activator. And it, like… whoa, all of a sudden, the things that you were saying, I realized they were in my head, but I just had not thought them yet.”
“Okay… cool.”
I pulled my dead phone from my pocket. “Um, Kurt, do you have a phone charger in here?”
Kurt glanced at me, and I noticed something was dripping from his hair. He turned back before I could recognize it, though. “Um, nope. I need to charge my phone for work.”
“My phone’s dead. If I could use it for just a minute —“
“No.”
Ouch. Maybe he was holding a grudge from earlier. But something was off. Jessie was doing her darndest to stay awake, and somehow, she asked the fundamental question :
“Why are we going east? We need to be going west.”
“You know what I’m all about now, Jessie? I’m all about love. That was the fundamental issue me and Y/n had. But I’m a man of love, now.” It was like I wasn’t even in the car. Jessie was petrified, and Kurt was motioning like a madman, grinning ear to ear.
“You can just… just pull over here and let us out —“
“Okay, just listen to me,” Kurt interrupted. “It’s good for you to hear this before you die. Love is more powerful than anything.”
We both fell silent. I clung to the woman, petrified. 
“Love is seriously the way to go. I mean, I’ve been in love with Y/n for years, but I just wasn’t showing it the right way. Imagine how happy she’d be from the audience growth I’ve had. And the audience growth we’d have for a leaked sex tape! I mean, having sex. We’re beyond having sex at that point. We’re, like, making love!”
“Where are we going, Kurt?” I squeaked fearfully, tears threatening to fall.
“Oh! I’m taking you home,” he said, confused. He turned completely, and I could see that what stained his face was blood. It glimmered in the street light.
“This is not the way to my fucking house, Kurt!” Jessie shrieked, having lost her temper once again. Understandably so, because the man was a maniac. And I felt guilty for creating it.
“Oh,” he sighed. “Not your home. My home.” He turned, looking at me again. His face was stone cold serious, and I couldn’t help but squeal quietly. 
“My home.”
Jessie, with flared nostrils, turned to look at me and I at her. The reality of the situation was setting in. Kurt was a fucking psycho. And we were going to die. And probably get raped first. For content.
This wasn’t the Kurt I knew. Or had he always been this way?
We continued driving in silence. Kurt turned into a deserted neighborhood, dark and dismal, but I knew the streets well. We were close to his home. Jessie pulled away, quietly shuffling through her purse. She withdrew a phone cord, wrapping her hands in it. Kurt was humming to himself.
I recognized the song. It was our favorite in high school. I knew it well.
 Grunting, Jessie suddenly pulled the phone cord over Kurt’s head and around his neck. Kurt kept one hand on the steering wheel as the car swerved, the other going to tug at the strong cord. I was left to sit back, not wanting to compromise Jessie’s plan in the slightest. Kurt was struggling, and struggling badly.
He was gasping for breath, finally releasing the wheel. His foot was slamming on the breaks, and that caused my head to skyrocket against the window. My vision went blurry and I lost control of my body as we swerved onto Kurt’s front lawn. 
Kurt finally shook himself free, and Jessie fell back, screaming. I took my foot up and went to kick his red face. He took it, but at the same time, caught my foot. I screamed trying to pull back. However, he tugged on it, maiming me in the backseat.
He undid his seatbelt with his free hand. He looked pained as I swatted at his leering body. He grabbed me by hair and bashed my head into the window. It didn’t knock me out completely, but I was winded. I didn’t have enough strength to stop him as he surely attacked Jessie the same.
Silence fell over the car, except for the ringing in my ears. And that’s when I felt Jessie’s side of the car open. I glanced over, fingers twitching, as I watched her body fall out the car. Kurt was paying me no mind, talking to his stream, as he hoisted Jessie up and started dragging her to the middle of the field.
This was the time to escape. Y/n, please, wake the fuck up.
I sat up abruptly, screeching out of terror when I saw that Kurt had dragged Jessie’s body into the middle of the field. He was waving a gun in one arm, and a phone in the other. I must not have alerted him. 
I tried opening the door, but then I noticed a certain red light on the handle : the child’s lock was on. I stomped my foot and began attempting to climb into the front. I noticed, though, that this drew Kurt’s attention back to me. He began walking over to the car, but I noticed Jessie twitching from behind him.
Good.
I was half in the front seat. He was almost there, but in a last ditch effort to save my skin, I reached over and locked the driver’s side door. Kurt, with a pouting expression banged on the window. I flinched, trying to push myself up further.
“Y/n, unlock the door. You’re acting irrational.”
“Me?” I shrieked, banging on the window back. “You’r the one fucking killing people, Kurt!”
I kicked, pushing three-fourths of my body into the front. Kurt, with a strained face, was now slamming the back of his gun into the window. And yet, just as I clambered into the front seat, a shot was fired.
But not at me.
I covered my head instinctually. Silence fell, but then I heard roaring laughter and an ‘oops!’
I looked up, trying to reposition myself. But, as I looked up, I realized what he’d shot. Jessie.
A scream bubbled but could not escape. I was frozen, even when another gunshot fired. It was muted, probably due to the silencer clipped on the front. Tears were streaming down my face. I suddenly flinched, though, my gaze flitting away from Jessie’s corpse as glass shattered on me.
Before I could react to the shattered window, though, Kurt reached in and unlocked the door. I tried scrambling to the other side, but as my body turned, he grabbed my ankle and dragged me out. My head hit the step on the way, and the ringing got louder.
I felt the world underneath me move. I heard vague, enthused chatter as two warm arms hooked under mine and pulled me off the ground. I couldn’t will my eyes to open, but I also wouldn’t allow myself to pass out. Jessie had died fighting for her life because of my friend. The least I could do was escape, too.
I felt grunting as I was hoisted over a back. Footsteps ensued, and I couldn’t help but bury my blood-stained face in the crook of Kurt’s neck. I was aware of what was going on around me. I just couldn’t move my body in the slightest. 
A door opened. I assumed we were entering his house. I was in so much pain. And yet, Kurt was still humming our song. He was stronger than I ever gave him credit for. But that was beside the point.
I was dropped on a cushioned area. The couch, I think. My head lulled back instinctually, and I tried to tune into the one-sided conversation. Fingers poked and prodded at my face gleefully.
“…Now, I see you certain psychos in the chat begging for me to kill her,” Kurt chirped. “Sorry, not happening anytime soon. Right now, I’m thinking about finishing off dad and then getting the fuck out with her. You guys might not have a stream from us in a while, on account of escaping the police. That’s tough luck you know?
“But god, just look at her. All sound asleep… I should clean her off a bit before we get going.”
Kurt pulled away, but just then, I heard a manic, deep cry. I muttered under my breath, finally having feeling return to my twitching body. Chris’s voice rang out. 
“Kurt…! Did you do this to your mother? Who did this?”
I heard him adjust his gun. “Sorry, dad. I just had to get her out of the way. I’m going to make this quick because Y/n and I are heading out soon. I’m thinking Nevada. I don’t want to be too far away from home, after all —“
“What the fuck are you talking about, man? Just put the gun down. We can talk about this —“
“We had an entire fucking lifetime to talk about it! We had tonight!” Kurt was pissed. I knew he always hated his father, and rightfully so. But nobody deserved to die in this situation. “But no-o-o, you cared more about your shitty soundtracks and drugs and alcohol. I’m done wasting my time being unhappy, I’m done wasting my time on you and mom!”
“Kurt, please… just think rationally. What would Y/n think —?”
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Just like that, it was like I had found life. But instead of immediately springing to my feet, I remained still, with my eyes closed. I heard blood splatter across the walls, and some even hit me. I heard Kurt laugh, satisfied.
“Wow! That was easier than I thought it would be. He didn’t even put up a fight. You’d think a selfish asshole like him would.”
He thudded back over to me, gripping my cheek and tilting my head up. I assumed his phone was in close proximity of my face. “Isn’t she cute, chat? I can’t believe some of you wanted her dead. I stole this wedding ring from mom. I plan on proposing when she wakes up, just to show you guys how much we love each other.”
His words made me sick to my stomach. Kurt had lost it. I scanned my brain for signs. When? How? Why? I couldn’t believe he’d always been this way. Maybe the change was so slow that I never could’ve called it. But I should’ve. Because lives would’ve been saved if I spotted the insanity sooner.
“Welp, let me give you guys a house tour while I pack.”
I heard him stomp away. The house became silent, except for Kurt’s distant, cheerful chatter. That was my queue. I hopped to my feet as quietly as I could, stabilizing myself. I’d taken too many blows and had sustained a limp. My face felt sweaty, but I knew better. It was caked blood.
I sent one glance over my shoulder, which confirmed that Chris had bled out right beside Kurt’s pale and deceased mother. I wanted to throw up on the spot, but I knew this was my chance to escape and call for help. I limped over to the front door, which had been left wide open. 
I almost laughed as I passed through the door frame. But it was all for nought, as Kurt’s shout of surprise echoed the living room behind me. That was enough to send me running, even though a jolt went through my body with every step.
Kurt’s house was in the middle of butt fuck nowhere. However, as I got closer to the road, preparing to scream, my leg caved. I let out a scream, but it was from pain. My leg had finally caved, and I facepalmed in the dirt. My immediate reaction was to claw myself back onto my feet and keep screaming, but a body tackled mine.
I let out voice-cracking sobs from the pain. I definitely twisted an ankle and got a concussion at the minimum. However, as a hand covered my mouth, I could only hear some loud hushes emitting from the psycho straddling me from behind.
“Calm down, Y/n. You’re safe now. Stop being so silly,” he comforted, pressing something metallic to my hair as he ran his fingers through it. His fingers were slimy and wet. I released mangled sobs into his hand.
His weight lifted off me for but a moment, and I was flipped onto my back. Even with a streetlamp shining on us, there were still black pots in my vision. I blinked furiously, finally being met with Kurt’s manic expression. He was so happy.  He shouldn’t have been. I didn’t see anything on his features betray anything else. He loomed over me, like a predator and prey.
“There we go. Nice and calm. This is how things are supposed to be, right, Y/n? Things are supposed to be fair. And now they are.” There was a hunger present in his eyes. He leaned closer, andI felt his breath fan across my face. “Now, I’m going to remove my hand and you’re going to be calm. Otherwise, I’ll have to knock you out. And that’s not how I want our first kiss to go, you know?”
My blood ran cold, but I resigned myself to what would happen next. I nodded.
He removed his hand, and I opened my mouth. He was on edge, preparing to hit me with the butt of the pistol. Instead, I meekly croaked,” Kurt, stop.”
He completely blanked before tilting his head in confusion. “What’s wrong, Y/n? Stop what? Do you need a shower? Oh - are you hungry —“
“Kurt! This is insane. You’re insane,” I sobbed. “I can’t believe I used to have a crush on you. If only I knew what you were really like.”
Kurt’s brows furrowed, and I almost laughed. Of course he was that stupid to have never known. He was too obsessed and demented. The way he must see the world…
“You… used to have a crush? On me? When?”
I snickered. “Like, tenth grade. Back when you used to be a good person. Honestly, Kurt, just fucking kill me. I’m tired. I’m hurting. I’m sad and everything bad. If you like me so much, just end it for me.”
Kurt frowned, once again stroking my hair with gun in hand. I tilt my head away over so slightly, making him twitch in dissatisfaction. “Well… if you really don’t like social media that much… we’ll go off the grid. A road trip. Just you and me. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
He’d twisted my words to his own satisfaction. He never listened. I couldn’t help but resign myself to what happened next. He crashed his pistol into the side of my head, and it all went blank.
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forever-rogue · 1 year
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Omg! If you do short winter drabbles maybe the kids start a snowball fight and both Steve and you trip and fall, you on top of him ofc bc we love a good cliche and after years of dancing around each other you finally take the leap and kiss him and oh surprise he likes you back!! idk if this is inspiring, just throwing ideas out there 🥰 I love your blog btw congrats on your milestone you deserve it!! 💕💖
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AN | It’s an actual drabble for once! Please this got me so soft 🥺🥺
Warnings | Mild Language
Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader
Word Count | 900
Masterlist | Steve, Main
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“Be careful!” you didn’t even know why you bothered to yell at the kids. None of them were even paying attention to you, already too wrapped up in their little snowball fight, “someone’s gonna get hurt!”
“Andddd they are totally ignoring you,” Steve popped up right next to you, making your entire body flush with warmth despite the frigid temperatures. You beamed at him and shrugged your shoulders as if to say what a shocker. He matched your smile before delicately reaching over and brushing a few snowflakes out of your hair, “don’t worry, sweetheart, I’d never ignore you.”
And oh. He really had to go and pull out the sweetheart card. It was almost as if he knew that made you weak in the knees and want to kiss him on the spot. He probably knew, to be quite honest; you were pretty sure you weren’t subtle in your affections towards him. But if it bothered him, he never complained; maybe he just liked the attention.
“How very sweet of you, darling,” you teased, almost losing your mind when he looped his arms through yours. It was such an innocent gesture, but the thoughts it inspired in you were downright sinful, “Steve?”
“Come on,” he motioned his head across the park to where a few small holiday pop up stalls were located, “let’s go and get some hot chocolate.”
“Ooh, yes please,” what could possibly be better than Steve Harrington and hot chocolate? Nothing. You paused for a moment before giving him a serious look, “will there be mini marshmallows?”
“Of course!”
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One of the things you always loved about Steve was how easy and effortless it was to spend time with him. You supposed he was your best friend for a reason after all. The best friend you were madly and hopelessly in love with…even if he didn’t know that. 
Once you had your hot chocolates in hand, you were walking around the park, talking about anything and nothing at the same time. You could hear the kids laughing and screaming, way too invested in their little snowball fight. It was funny to watch them playing; it seemed like not that long ago that had been you and Steve. It seemed like so long ago, but at the same time you still felt like those kids at heart.
You could see the evidence of the fight all over the walking path, broken and scattered bits of ice all over. You were wearing decent boots so you weren’t too worried about slipping…but it seemed like destiny had a different plan. One foot forward after a moment of not paying attention, and….immediately you felt yourself start to slip. A small yelp of surprise escaped your lips, and Steve tried to catch and keep you from falling, but he too just went down. He did his best to shield you from hitting the cold, hard ground, but it was no use. The two of you were in a heap on the icy ground, hot chocolate spilled all around you. 
“Babe,” Steve’s eyes were wide as he looked you over to make sure you were okay.But when he saw the look on your face, a smile there despite the tumble he relaxed. You brought into a fit of giggles at the tangles of limbs the two of you had become, “are you alright?”
“Yes,” you promised, leaning forward to wipe a smudge of chocolate off his face, “I’m okay. What about you, Stevie?”
“I’m alright,” his big, soft eyes studied, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. You hadn’t realized you were still touching his cheek until you noticed him leaning into your touch. The way he was looking at you made you want to die from the sweetness. Had he always looked at you like that? Fuck. He had. Why was it just now that you were noticing? You pulled your hand back suddenly, almost as if he had shocked you. He chuckled softly and shook his head in amusement, “what’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“Umm…” you opened and closed your mouth a few times before deciding fuck it. You leaned in and kissed him, nothing more than a small peck, a saccharine brush of your lips over his. But it felt so right. So utterly perfect. When you pulled back he was beaming at you, brighter than the sun itself, “h-have you always looked at me like that?”
“Yes,” he promised softly and your heart felt like it was going to burst with happiness - and all the love you had for him. He leaned in and kissed you again, his hand gently holding your face, “I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.”
“I love you, Steve,” your voice was a whisper, almost as if you were afraid to say it out loud.
“I love you,” he whispered back, exchanging soft looks and shy smiles, “I-”
“Stop kissing!” Dustin’s voice cut right through both of you, “it’s gross!”
“Watch it Henderson!” Steve shouted back before turning to you again, “come on, let’s get out of here and somewhere warm.”
“Will there be more hot chocolate?”
“There will be more hot chocolate.”
“And more kisses?”
“All of the kisses.”
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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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Back to You | 1
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: 4.8
Part: 1/9
Warnings: Language, alluded depression and anxiety, v angsty 
A/N: This is very briefly edited bc I am SO excited for this. I’ve been thinking a lot of ST4 and this series has been bouncing around in my head since it came out. I’m basically just rewriting season 4 with Y/N included. I really like how this part turned out and the future of this series. Feedback is always loved and appreciated :) 
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Two weeks ago, you had made a big mistake.
You lounged on the cheap chair in the corner of your living room. It was brown and dingy; its previous owners got their money’s worth before dumping it off at Goodwill. It wasn’t your favorite piece of furniture, it didn’t match your style and it was too big for the apartment, but it was all you could afford. You chose not to think about its stains as you sank further into the permeant dip of the cushion, phone pressed against your ear and listened to Robin ramble about Vicky for the third time that week.
“She sounds like a total catch.” You giggled, wrapping the phone’s cord around your finger.
“She is,” she whined. “I just sound like a complete idiot every time I try to talk to her. I get all frazzled and my mind goes blank and I just can’t ever shut up.”
“Maybe she finds it endearing.” You offered.
“Or annoying,” she groaned, “What if she thinks that I’m just some annoying girl in band who talks too much about nothing. Oh god, what if she secretly hates me and finds me insufferable before I even know if she’s into girls or not!”
“Dude, seriously you need to calm down. She clearly doesn’t hate you if she keeps making an effort to talk to you. Maybe just ask her to hang out to see where things go.”
“I can’t do that, what if I read too much into things and try to make a move or what if she says one thing and I take it as another or—”
“Robin,” you interrupted. “You never know unless you put yourself out there.”
“The timing’s just all wrong, it’ll be spring break and I won’t see her for a week. I don’t even know if she has plans or if she’ll be in Hawkins.”
“No that’s perfect, it’s the perfect time to ask to hang out. No school, no band rehearsals, she’s basically guaranteed to be free for the week. And if she does have plans that’s even better, she knows you want to hang out outside of school, so you do something when she gets back.”
“Hey, wait a minute.” Her tone changed, suddenly serious. “Your spring break is at the same time, isn’t it?” Dread instantly crept its way into your stomach. You gulped before answering.
“It is.”
“You should come home!” She cheered on the other end of the line.
“No, Robin. I can’t.” Your mind went reeling, thinking of all the excuses under the sun to not return to Hawkins. “But you could come here! There’s so much more to do here than back home. You can meet all the friends I’ve made, and I could show you around campus, I know you said you were thinking about applying. I could get Amy’s ID for the week so you could get into the bars, you guys look similar if you squint.” It was your turn to ramble. “And you could sleep on the pullout or even in my room and it’d be like one weeklong sleepover!”
“Oh please,” she scoffed. “I can’t afford a plane ticket and I still don’t have my driver's license there’s no way I could get there. Plus, my mother would kill me traveling that far on my own. But I know you have some big girl money from getting published in all those fancy literary magazines, and maybe coming home will give you some inspiration for writing your next piece, you said you’ve been having writer’s block the other day! It just makes sense for you to come here.”
You were quiet for a long time. It had been a rough eight months, even if you couldn’t admit that out loud. You always knew you’d leave home for school. Receiving the crisp acceptance letter sealed your fate by the end of your senior year. It wasn’t your dream school, but it was the farthest away from Hawkins and at the time, that’s all that mattered. You needed a fresh start, fresh faces, fresh town. A place where monsters, research labs, and heartbreak were a part of the past.
You fled Hawkins one month after Starcourt burned to the ground. You packed up only what your car could hold and drove through state lines without looking back. You cried a lot on that journey and cried even more when you unlocked the door to your empty apartment on the fourth floor. It was supposed to be a happy time, an exciting adventure. That’s always how you envisioned your great escape, but you were forced to face it alone. You were consumed for weeks with grief and loneliness that you thought would never end. You were convinced that no matter how far you traveled from home you would feel miserable and alone forever.
You wrote constantly to keep yourself sane. Stories with happy endings in made-up places where nothing ever went wrong. Where the girl gets the guy, and everyone lives happily ever after. Only one of those stories got published. So, you wrote about what you knew. A group of kids on the cusp of adolescence and adulthood fighting an evil that spread through their small town. You wrote about friendship, and finally, when you were ready, you wrote about love. You wrote about your heartbreak and turned it into something beautiful, something that would sell. You relived the two years of anguish you tried so desperately to run from just to have food on the table. You did what you knew how to do best: struggle to survive.
When school started, things got better and a little easier. You made friends with classmates and had study sessions in the library. You went to sports games and cheered in the stands surrounded by people who you were trying to fit in with, pretending that just for a moment you didn’t feel so alone. When Jennifer turned twenty-one, she bestowed you her ID so you could get into the bars without spending money on a fake. The two of you didn’t look alike, but somehow it always worked. You even fell in love again, for a little while at least. But that’s part of the past now too.
And when students left for Thanksgiving and Christmas break, you stayed cooped up in your apartment, working tirelessly to turn it into a place you liked being for once. You shipped gifts to the kids, Robin, your family, and even the Byers over the holidays and their Christmas cards hang proudly on your fridge. You’d read letters from the kids, keeping up with their lives from so far away. Even though you only had a brief month of friendship with Robin before you left, the two of you talked almost nightly. She kept you in the loop with the drama that filled the halls of Hawkins High and you told her about the cute boys and girls you were partnered with for projects. Life wasn’t ideal by any means, but it was getting better, and you’d be damned if something ruined that.
“No, I can’t go back there.” You said firmly, content with your decision, even if it pained you.
“Y/N, please. I miss you like crazy. We all do.” She begged. “Dustin never shuts up about you, he treats your letters like prized possessions. It’s like an event whenever he gets one from you.”
“Robin,” you warned, but she kept going.
“And I’m not sure what Max tells you when she writes, but I can tell somethings really wrong, she won’t talk to anyone about it, but maybe she’d talk to you. You were always pretty close with the girls. I think it’d help her a lot if you came to visit. And—and Lucas! They’re actually doing really well in the tournament and if they beat East Lincoln and Christian Academy, they’ll make it to the championship game! I mean he’s definitely a bench warmer but maybe if you’re there they’ll put him in, and you could see him play. I don’t know how sports work but even if they don’t, I’ll have to be there because of band, and you could see how hot Vicky is! And Mike, actually I think Mike will be in California, so he doesn’t count.”
“Robin.”
“And St—” she stopped herself before she could finish his name.
“Okay, okay, Jesus.” You don’t know what came over you at that moment. Maybe it was just to shut her up, or maybe it was the longing to see everyone again because you really did truly miss them all, or maybe it was because you couldn’t bear to hear Steve Harrington’s name out loud even after all these months. You couldn’t be sure, but you regretted your words instantly.
You don’t remember how the conversation ended, too absorbed with the sudden anxiety of what going home endured. It was all she could talk about in the two weeks leading up to your arrival. The phone calls consisted of her plans and her deciding which days to request off work. You had to bite your tongue, you didn’t want to ruin her happiness. You thought of excuses to get out of going, you considered faking an illness or pretending your boss needed you for the week. She’d be able to see right through it all.
You swallow the bile that’s slowly rising up your throat the closer you get to Hawkins. The hatred for the place brews as you see the mile markers bringing you closer to the cursed town. The town you vowed you wouldn’t step foot in again. For a moment, you think about turning around, surely she’d understand. But now your mom expects you to be home for break and you’d rather face gnawing anxiety than your mother’s wrath. It’d only be for a week. Seven days and you could go back to your apartment and busy school schedule. You could do this, or at the very least you have to try.
You speed down the back roads trying to reach the school on time. The championship game starts in fifteen minutes and Robin would have your head on a stick if you missed the band play. You’ve rehearsed how you’ll speak to Steve when you inevitably have to. You promised Robin you’d be civil but not nice. Steve doesn’t deserve any pleasantries from you.
You weave through the halls towards the gymnasium, offering small waves and forced smiles to people you haven’t seen in what feels like ages. You want to avoid small talk, and you don’t have the energy to entertain pointless conversations.
The gym is in chaos as you enter. Students both enrolled and graduated alike cheer for the basketball team as they practice drills on the court. You don’t think you’ve ever seen the school so excited about something, so unified. Then again, you didn’t pay much attention to these kinds of things when you were here, your mind too preoccupied with worrying about the Upsidedown while just trying to graduate yourself.
You feel awkward and out of place as you walk across the hardwood. You can’t find Dustin, Max, or Mike in the stands as you scan the crowd for a familiar face. You’d even settle for Misty White to stand by. The two of you were never close by any means but your schedules always seemed to match up throughout the years, so talking to her for an evening wouldn’t be completely miserable.
Your knees buckle when you see Steve. You thought that by now, after eight months, after hundreds of phone calls with Robin, after a few mentions of him to your therapist, after countless nights crying, and after hours in the car preparing yourself for this very moment you thought that it would be easy. You thought that you had healed, and this would be less painful. But seeing him, especially with Brenda, someone whose last name you can’t remember. A girl he never even looked at or mentioned or gave the time of day opened every wound that had scarred since the last time the two of you spoke.
For a fleeting moment, he looks at you. You can tell even from where you stand, he stumbles over the sentence he’s speaking. You see the way his shoulders tense and the brief pause in his step. You look away, beelining towards the corner where you thankfully spot Nancy Wheeler.
“Mind if I crash the party?” You say, shoving your hands into the pocket of your hoodie. You two had always had a complicated relationship, not quite friends but not acquaintances, tethered together by shared trauma and the commonality of once dating Steve Harrington. You were always cordial with one another, either waving in the halls or making small talk when you picked up Dustin from her house when you used to babysit throughout the week. You don’t despise Nancy, never have. Though you felt a strange tension settle between you both once your and Steve’s relationship reached the public eye. There was a mutual understanding of distance you kept between each other.
“Holy shit, hey!” She looks up from her scribbling and wraps you into her embrace. “It’s good to see you again. Thought you’d never come back to this place.” She offers a breathy laugh.
“It’s good to see you! And yeah, that was the plan, but Robin has a way with words.” You gesture towards the senior surrounded by her band members. She pays no attention to you as she plays music for the crowd, knowing the notes by heart. She looks older now that you can finally see her in person, she’s grown into herself more. You feel a sense of pride take over you watching her from afar, it’s nice to see her in her element. “How’ve you been?”
“Oh, you know,” she waves her hand nonchalantly, “Trying to distract myself, I guess. I’ve been working a lot on the school’s newspaper, so it’s taken a lot of my time.”
“Robin mentioned that a while back, I hear you’re like the school’s celebrity.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.” She giggles. “How about you? You’re writing now or something?”
“Something like that.” You don’t like to talk about your stories. They’re hard enough to write, let alone speak about them. It’s not just your life you fabricated into sentences and paragraphs, it’s a little bit of everyones. “It’s just something that brings in a little extra money to scrape by. Rent’s expensive out there.”
“Well, consider yourself lucky. You’re one of the few that got away.”
“Yeah, but at what cost?” You mean to say it as a joke, but you both know it carries more weight than what your laugh conveys.
“Everyone now, please rise for our National Anthem.” You’re thankful for an interruption as a man takes the floor. The room’s silent besides shuffling feet to stand. “Singing for us tonight, we have a very special guest. All the way from Nashville, our very own, Tammy Thompson!” You ignore the claps and whistles as your head snaps towards Robin who has finally caught your eye.
“Holy shit!” You whisper in unison. Robin suppresses a giggle before eyeing the girl to her left, who you can only assume is the infamous Vicky.
“A babe!” You flash a quick thumbs up.
“I know!”
You direct your attention back to the bleach blonde. You haven’t kept up on any of your fellow alumni, you didn’t even know Tammy made it to Nashville. And from the pitchy vocals and prolonged vibrato, you can only hope she hasn’t landed a record deal. You and Nancy share a knowing look, each of you trying to suppress laughter as she continues.  
A pit forms in your stomach seeing Steve and Robin whisper in your peripherals. You have no reason to feel a sense of jealousy, you had made it painfully clear you never wanted Robin to choose between you and Steve. They’re undeniably closer which is partly your fault, you were the one who left after all, and yet, part of you still feels left out. They’re no doubt talking about Steve’s Muppet joke that was made in your presence. You can feel his eyes linger on you, waiting to join in on their banter. You don’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledgment.
Instead of focusing on your estranged trio and Tammy’s lack of talent, you find Lucas in his lineup. He bounces nervously on his feet, his chest heaves under his hand as he tries to control his breathing. He too looks different than what you remember, he’s lost most of his boyish features and encompasses more of a man’s. His head whips back towards the stands, you’re sure he’s trying to find the rest of his party, or what remains of it still in Hawkins. His face falls when he’s met with an empty bleacher. 
A piece of your heart breaks for him. You’ve always thought highly of Lucas, enjoying his humor and the deep love he has for his friends. Even if he didn’t say it much, you saw it clear as day. Throughout the years of babysitting Dustin, you had your fair share of chauffeuring the boys around town to the movies or arcade. Lucas would chip in a quarter for gas or pay his fare with a bag of candy, despite the numerous times you said it wasn’t necessary. You found yourself on many occasions giving him advice on how to smooth over an argument with Max or what to get her for her birthday on the drives back to his home. They always brought a brightness out of each other that you thought they both desperately needed. Seeing them interact together was like a breath of fresh air. You had heard about their recent breakup, Max mentioned it in a letter or two. You’d be lying to yourself if it wasn’t sad news. Sure, they experienced many breaks and breakups in their time of dating, but something in the way she wrote made it feel more permanent this time around.
“Lucas!” You whisper shout, trying to gain his attention. He finds you in the corner quickly, smiling at you as you wave. “Good luck!” You see a glimpse of the same brightness you once saw, you’re glad he hasn’t lost it completely. He returns a shy wave before looking back towards the court. At least he knows he still has one person in his corner, that was enough for you.
You cheer with the rest of the school when the Tigers make a goal. You try your best to ignore the camera clicks beside you as a student snaps pictures of the game. You’re thankful that Nancy is too preoccupied in her notepad and whispering to Fred to hold a conversation with you. Truthfully, you’re not sure what you’d have to talk about.
You watch more intently once the coach calls Lucas into play. You can’t help but look to Robin once he makes it onto the court.
“See?” She mouths, you can only roll your eyes. You watch the teams scramble on the floor, going back in forth, neck in neck with scores.
You sit straighter when the ball is in Lucas’ hands, pushing his way through the small mob of men. With two seconds left on the scoreboard, he pivots to make the shot. You hold your breath as he shoots, hands clasped together in desperation. You ignore the buzzer as the ball sails through the air. You and Nancy stand from your seats the closer it gets to the hoop.
The room roars when he makes it. You and Nancy even throw your arms around each other in celebration. Your heart soars with happiness, proud of the young boy as his team swarms around him, hoisting him onto his shoulders.
You follow the rest of the people out into the front of the school, wanting to give your congratulations to Lucas before you make your way home. You wait with lingering students waiting to catch a glimpse of the newfound basketball star.
He walks out with a group of three other boys, you can’t contain your excitement at the sight of him. “Lucas!” You call, jogging to reach him and pulling him into your arms. “You were incredible out there, you fucking killed it!” His brows raise in surprise at your vulgar, you were never one to swear in front of them as they were kids. “Oh please, don’t act like you haven’t been cursing since you were nine.”
“Thanks, Y/N.” He chuckles returning your hug quickly. “Thanks for coming, it means a lot.”
“Of course,” you grin. Both of your attention tears away from each other as another set of school doors burst open. At once, you see Dustin, Mike, and Erica having a celebration of their own. Your smile falters watching the three of them. Lucas’ excitement vanishes as he takes in the sight, it’s clear how much he wanted them there. “Hey,” you start, struggling to find a way to make the situation better.
“Lucas!” Another boy joins you, bumping into Lucas’ shoulder. “Come on, man!” You see Lucas force a smile before looking back at you.
“Go, have fun. You Deserve it.” You try your best to sound encouraging.
“I’ll see you around?” He asks already making his way to follow his team.
“Absolutely.” You confirm. “Be safe. And make good choices! You have my number if you need me to come get you.” You call after him. He throws a thumbs up your way before disappearing into the sea of people, refusing to look back at his friends and sister.
You collect your thoughts before taking strides toward the others. They’re raving about their own game, laughing and joking as they recall epic plays. You smile, glad they can still find happiness, glad they can still be kids despite the hell they’ve been through.
“Long time no see.” You interrupt.
“Y/N!” The three cheer in unison. Dustin rushes forward, pushing past Erica and Mike and into your arms.
“Hey, kiddo.” You smile.
“You totally missed it!” Dustin screams pulling away. “We were finishing Eddie’s campaign and we should’ve gotten our asses kicked because Vecna’s still alive and Lady Applejack and I were the only ones left on the battlefield and we killed him! We won!” Dustin turns to give Erica another high-five.
“Sounds pretty intense. You guys missed a good game yourself. Lucas made the winning shot.”
“Holy shit, he got off the bench?” Mike’s eyes grow wide hearing the news.
“Sure did, you should’ve been there.” You didn’t want to berate them, but you wanted to stand up for Lucas, to hold them accountable for something they shouldn’t have missed. They all share a look, one that’s full of remorse. “Look, I’m glad you guys had fun, but just make it up to him, okay? It was really important to him.”
“But Eddie’s campaign was important! It’s not our fault Lucas wants to be Mr. Popular now. He should’ve been there. Eddie’s been planning it for weeks we couldn’t just abandon him.” Dustin rants.
“So you chose to abandon Lucas instead?” Whatever words Dustin is about to say die in his throat. “I’m not mad, but he definitely is, and he has every right to be. So just give him some space. He’ll come around eventually.” They nod understanding. “I’m probably gonna head out soon, does anyone need a ride home?”
“No, Nancy’s taking me home since I have to be up early for my flight tomorrow. I should probably go find her.” Mike says.
“Oh, right California!” You say. “Say hi to El and the others for me, yeah?” Mike nods, excusing himself from the group.
“Do you mind? Steve ditched me for Brenda.” Dustin cuts himself off before continuing, visibly cringing at his words. “Sorry.” He murmurs.
“Don’t worry about it. Erica?”
“Tina and her family are here, we’re having a sleepover tonight.” She says spotting her friend in the slew of people that are still milling around.
The three of you share your goodbyes before you lead Dustin to your parked car. He gives you the entire rundown of the campaign as you walk. He speaks in vivid detail about each roll and how the party died one by one over the course of the evening.
Steve and Brenda walk across the pavement a few yards ahead of you. You can faintly hear Brenda’s voice carry itself through the air. You aren’t sure what her story entails, but you can tell by the way Steve responds he’s disinterested. It’s an odd pair, she’s someone that the old Steve would’ve taken interest in, but you know how much he’s grown since he reigned Hawkins High, or at least you thought he had.
Steve visibly sighs when the two of them reach his car. His face lights up when at the sight of Dustin across the lot, maybe he’s conjuring up an excuse to ditch her for the night. If that’s the case, the plan is abandoned when his eyes land on you. He pursues his lips, his gaze unwavering as you take each other in fully. He lifts his hand in an awkward wave, one that you don’t return. Instead, you unlock your door quickly with the key and throw yourself into the safety of your own vehicle.  
“So, how’s being a big bad freshman?” You ask Dustin as you turn out of the parking lot.
“It’s not too bad. Better than middle school, I guess. We’re not getting bullied as much, Eddie really helps with that.”
“Munson, right?”
“Yeah, did you know him?” He asks turning to you to the best of his abilities in the passenger seat.
“I mean not well. He was in my grade before getting held back. We never really talked but I always saw him around.”
“Right,” he nods, “I think everyone’s kinda scared of him? Or maybe they just think he’s weird, I don’t know. But nobody really messes with us, I think it’s because they don’t want to deal with Eddie if they do.”
“Does he stand up for you all?”
“He has before.” He shrugs. “He just made us feel like we finally belonged somewhere. Like, sure, we’re weird but he is too so it just works.” You can’t help but smile at his explanation. 
To be honest, you were worried about him starting high school. You had always felt a strong bond with the young boy, a sisterly instinct would always kick in when Dustin was near. Probably because you both practically grew up side by side, you started the babysitting gig at the ripe age of ten when he was only six. Which, in hindsight, probably wasn’t the smartest of ideas from your parents and Claudia, but you’ve always been trustworthy. You know how rough middle school was for the group of four, high school would automatically be weirder and more difficult now that Will wasn’t around.
On his first day of the new school year, Dustin called you. You had never told him, but you took the day off work, just in case he needed you for even a moment. You held your breath when the phone rang. When you answered you could hear his grin through the receiver. You had never felt so much relief as he talked about a club called Hellfire and a “totally awesome” leader named Eddie. You had assumed it was Munson but never had the chance to confirm that detail. Who it was didn’t matter, all you cared about was that someone was looking out for him in the walls of the school. He was totally defenseless there, with you miles away and Steve freshly graduated himself you feared it’d be a warzone for Max and the three boys.
“How’s college?” He asks, ripping you away from your thoughts.
“Good, different, but it’s nice. They have a Dungeons and Dragons club there, too. I always think about you guys when I see them playing on the quad.” You chuckle, pulling into his driveway. “I’m really glad you’re doing well.” You say sincerely as he unbuckles his seatbelt.
“As goes for you.” He grins, punching your shoulder slightly. “Thanks for the ride.”
“Hey,” you call after him just before he closes the door. “I missed you, kid.”
“Missed you too. It feels good to have you back.” He gives one last wave before retreating into his home.
It’s a weird feeling being back in your hometown, you knew it would be. You drive through the streets away from Dustin’s house by muscle memory, spotting the sporadic renovations a few houses have had. It feels oddly peaceful, comforting even despite the deep hatred you have for this place. As you pull into your own driveway, you feel like you’re sixteen again, just following the routine you had grown so used to back then. You sit for a moment, taking it all in. And even though in this very moment it feels easy to be back again, you can’t help but feel like this town is going to swallow you whole for the fourth time.
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So I seen your wired Joe Keery x reader fic and I really loved it alot!! I was wondering if you can make different interview(probably with jimmy Fallon) with the same reader or different if you have time!!^^
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𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓. + 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐘
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synopsis. Y/n's viral trending interview where she shuts down rumors about her marriage that has got Twitter in a chokehold.
pairing. joe keery x reader
word count. 1.7k
genre and warnings. milf!actor!singer!reader, VMA’s award, social media fic, mentions of depression, black coded, dilf!joe, parent fic, voice claim: Adele, marriage not beta read | —  read the first part one here if you want, they're connected. sorry this took so long <3
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Y/n L/n shares details, pics, and heart throbbing memories from Joe Keery wedding weekend.
Y/n L/n The normally private celebrity gave her Instagram followers a sneak peek inside her fairytale wedding to husband Joe Keery. 
In a private ceremony at L’Olivetta, a villa owned by Dolce & Gabbana, in Portofino, Italy on Sunday, May 22. All of their closest friends and family members watched as the couple swapped vows surrounded by wildflowers and dreamy nature. 
Tying the knot with her husband, Joe Keery, wearing a dress described by Vogue as “a custom off-the-shoulder lace bodice embellished with tiny pale pink and white flowers and seed pearls, layered with tulle for volume, and laced for a fairytale look.”
The ceremony was very private and protected for the famous stars, with less than 30 friends and family members gathered to watch the couple. 
Even details of the event were scarce in the days immediately following it. Until Y/n let her fans and the world know by sharing a few photos from her big day.
The first post shows her and Keery exchanging their vows surrounded by their loving family members and friends. 
The 26-year-old actress posted a video of herself walking down the aisle to Lord Huron's "The Night We Met," which she and Keery, 30, thought was the "most romantic love song."
The video gives us enough details of how stunning her dress truly looked in addition to some of the details of her dazzling edgy makeup.
Keery and L/n’s romantic history is like something out of a romantic romcom, when the two first met in 2017 as co-stars during the production of the show “Stranger Things” second season. 
By the end of the season premier, the two actors were spotted around more and more, until their public announcement was posted that they were in fact a couple just keeping it on the low away from the media.
Unbeknownst to their fans, Y/N took to Instagram in 2019 to make a surprise announcement: she was not only pregnant, but she had already given birth to their beautiful son, Graham. 
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"I'm here with one of the biggest icons of this generation, Y/n / L/n has grown to become a household name since her start in the spotlight of Stranger Things, showing off amazing talents as well as starting her admirable music career, added to being a mother on top of that." The interviewer announced to the camera a very dazzling Y/n standing next to her with a contented smile, adorned in expensive jewelry.
Her makeup look was dark and dramatic with earthy tones that paired well with the main attraction: the dress.
The trailing sheer maxi dress sparkled in hand sewn pearls and different shades of brown beads that covered all of the parts that mattered, with a deep v-line tuck that stopped at the mid of her torso and long flared sleeves that were perfect against her brown skin. 
"Y/n, this is your first music awards appearance. How are you feeling today?"
"Oh, I'm always nervous, but mostly excited to be in the company of so many talented artists. It sort of feels weird not watching from behind a screen." Y/n chuckled, folding her arms to cover her chest; her outfit was already trending on Twitter.
"Yeah, I wanted to ask you, what made you want to break away from just acting in the first place?" The lady leaned in as Y/n nodded her lips, pouting a bit as she thought about the question.
"Honestly, my husband Joe, he makes his own music and I've always just been drawn to everything that he writes. He definitely played as a huge inspiration for pushing me into songwriting; without him, I probably wouldn't even know where to start." Her response was humble, pulling on the heartstrings of all of the fans watching that adored the couple.
Y/n has received nominations for a number of awards for her debut album, after breaking into the mainstream with an ep written with her husband Joe Keery, the musical duo collaborating on award-winning songs including their music videos that had collected 3 billion views all together.
Fans conspired, claiming that the album was a response to the media harassing the actress to the point of hospitalization in 2019, with the hit song, Easy On Me, even reaching global charts.
Y/n struggling with the experience of being a new mother paired with Hollywood's nastiest, the couple unbeknownst separated during the time because of the stress.
In 2022, all secrets were revealed with the release of the song's music video.
Y/n directed a 20-minute short film depicting all the emotions and things she had to go through during and even after her pregnancy. With being thrust into the media spotlight, the actress expressed through her lyrics how it took a mental toll on her in some scenes and even talked about heavier topics like suicide.
Y/n uses her music to show fans how truly unhappy she was in her early days of acting and how she was able to heal with the love and support of her now-husband, Joe Keery, and son.
The media was excited to finally see her perform live for the first time since her parody song in 2017 with the Stranger Things cast, her album being promoted virally online as many of her fans couldn't wait to be brought to tears watching the star get the recognition that she truly deserved.
Racking up nominations for: video of the year, artist of the year, song of the year, best new artist, video for good, album of the year, best cinematography, best direction and best longform video.
"I know that I am personally happy that you’re here. There was a rumor going around that you would even be coming."
"Girl, this LA traffic is a mess. I had to lie in the backseat of a van for two hours so I wouldn't crease my dress and don’t even get me started on the heat. My makeup was melting the entire time. I was thinking about just calling it and telling the driver to turn around, but luckily I had my support."
"Yes, it doesn't get pretty hot here. Your dress is so amazing, by the way, you look so stunning. Was that support that you needed, your husband and cast mates that decided to also make an appearance to help cheer you on?" 
"Oh lord no, it wasn’t Joe. He was in the van with me annoying the hell out of me. It was my son Graham. It's his first award show and—fingers crossed—if I end up winning anything, I would like him to be there to thank him since he’s the entire reason why the album even exists."
"To elaborate, in the very inmate-looking music video for All Night Parking, you had Hollywood hottie Sebastion Stan as your love interest. How was filming some of those scenes as well as how did Joe feel being behind the camera being the one to film those scenes?"
 "He was actually the one that brought up the casting in the first place, but there wasn't really any awkwardness there. The environment in general was just really comforting and I remember we had to do that many times because I kept making Sebastian laugh. It was just all a mess since we were all friends." Y/n answered professionally, staying clear of any negative rumors spreading about her marriage.
"I have just one more question that I know that the fans at home are curious about as well. In your album you talk a lot about your past experiences as well as your break in relationship with Joe, but fans have been theorizing a lot online about your song. Rumor has it, some of the songs may bring up a theme of someone cheating in the relationship or the song was a shade towards actress Maika Monreo, who in the past has had a relationship with Joe. What are your thoughts on those theories? "
After the question was asked, fans watching held their breath, actually surprised that the interviewer would even be disrespectful enough to ask that question to Y/n’s face, the actress sighing, knowing that the headlines would catch up to her at some point.
"Neither actually. The song was actually written about one of my less loyal ex's. I don't write music to spite anyone, nor do I really plan to in the future." The answer came off more stiff, Y/n's tone shifting from friendly to stern at just a snap of the finger.
The interviewer almost crumbling from the weight of the actress's blank stare.
"Of course! Well, I just wanted to feed the fans, you know, we’re all just so excited to see you perform." In the interview, in hopes of saving her career.
Y/n exits away from the frame of the camera with an eye roll, already being used as a meme online.
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User: Y/n..makes an album hoping to cope with her trauma wanting to move on with her life and heal. Interviewers..brings up her trauma for clout. 
User: bro the amount of disrespect Y/n has to face baffles me but the way she handles it..QUEEN BEHAVIOUR
User: Poor Y/n. It just goes to show how interviewers don’t care what they ask, they’re making money either way.
User: Y/n was just being so real. She’s so straight forward and said what needed to be said.
User: I felt like apologising to Y/n for not even doing anything
User: i never did anything to offend y/n, but i’m just gonna apologize right now. yaknow, just in case.
User: It’s weirder when you think that all these female celebrities are experiencing this behaviour ON TV. So what goes on behind closed doors? The whole industry is rotten
User: The media seriously owes an apology to women, BIGTIME.
User: the way that Y/n snapped and stood up for Joe yet was still able to keep it classy and professional gave me so much more respect for her.
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judeswhore · 2 years
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11:11; steve harrington
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summary: in an overwhelming moment of pent up insecurities, worry starts to creep up on you as you wonder if maybe you aren’t enough for steve anymore
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
requested: yes
warnings: insecurities, reader doubting herself a little
notes: feedback is appreciated! you can find my masterlist here.
the silence in the car was almost suffocating, the air awkward and tense and you so badly wished you’d asked robin for a ride. steve kept sneaking glances at you, his fingers drumming restlessly against the steering wheel, clear worry and confusion etched into those effortlessly pretty features. more than once he’d opened his mouth to ask if you were okay but the words died on his tongue when he took in your frowning expression and the protective way you’d wrapped your arms around yourself. you were refusing to look at him, he knew that much, eyes locked on the passing trees outside of your window, mind so obviously not in the car.
you were upset, stomach rolling in nauseous waves as you replayed back the last few hours in your head. you and steve were spending more and more time with nancy now that hawkins was under threat, working tirelessly to figure out what the hell was happening and maybe that was the main reason for your turbulent emotions. you were afraid and that fear was making all your other fears and insecurities roll into one until you were left doubting every single aspect of your life. like whether steve had ever actually stopped loving nancy. like whether he was going to realise that you weren't the one, whether he was going to fall out of love with you quicker than he'd fallen in love with you.
you'd caught the way steve had looked at nancy, doubt sparking in the very corners of your mind. there was something soft about his expression, something open, a look that, in your eyes, only came with a long standing feeling of love. sitting in the wheeler's basement you'd watched them from the sofa, watched them trade inside jokes and laughs, the way steve nudged his hip against hers, how his smile was so bright his eyes crinkled at the corners. a feeling of confusion and loss bloomed low in your tummy, insecurity washing over you in waves as you wondered if you were enough. the shared glances made you question if maybe you were only a temporary replacement, a placeholder until steve got the girl he really wanted back.
"hey," you startled at the sound of steve's voice, almost flinching in shock when he pressed his hand gently on your thigh. he gave it a light squeeze, thumb rubbing softly over your skin as he brought your attention to him. "you're awfully quiet." you hummed a little in reply, letting your gaze linger on his dashboard, feeling awkward and unable to meet his eyes.
"just tired."
"you wanna spend the night? i can sneak into work and get us a movie, might be a nice distraction from all of this." it was a shock to steve when you shook your head because you never turned down movie nights, he understood things were messy and scary right now but that was exactly why he wanted you by his side. he could make sure you were safe that way.
"i just wanna go home and sleep."
"well then how about i stay over at your place?"
"my parents are home." total lie and you knew steve knew it, you'd told him only that morning that your parents were visiting family out of town. you turned back to the window, frown only deepening and he removed his hand from your leg, settled it back on the wheel. his heart felt funny, thumping unsteadily in his chest and his palms had turned unnaturally damp because he felt you were upset with him and he wasn't exactly sure why.
"what's wrong?"
"nothing, i told you, i'm just tired." your tone was snappy and it only escalated steve's worry, his throat dry when he swallowed. he slowed the car, turning on his hazards and pulled up at the side of the road, turning in his seat only to be met with your disgruntled expression. "what're you doing?"
"what's wrong?"
"i just want to go home, steve." it came out in a huff because you were tired, so bone deep tired of everything and sleep was the only thing you could think of that would stop you worrying. you didn't want to keep thinking about how your boyfriend was probably still in love with his ex girlfriend because you weren't enough. your arms wrapped further around you, your gaze sliding to the front window and he shook his head, reaching over to ever so carefully tap your chin.
"hey, no. look at me. i'll take you home when you tell me what's going on." he dropped his hand again, let it settle on his own thigh and watched you draw in a breath, your head turning in his direction. you didn't meet his eyes though, you kept them locked on his hands, searching over each and every scar you'd already committed to memory.
"it's nothing, i just-" you let your shoulders rise and fall in a shrug because there were so many things wrong you didn't know where to start.
you felt as though everything was falling in on you, crushing you until your lungs burned and you couldn't catch your breath. you'd always had insecurities, had grown up thinking you weren't pretty enough, smart enough, normal enough and they were slowly coming back, creeping up on you until you were comparing yourself to everyone else around you. you were afraid that steve was eventually going to stop loving you, that once hawkins was free of whatever this bullshit was he'd realise he didn't really want you, that you were just someone to have around for company while he tried not to think about the end of the world. you were afraid that all this monster shit would draw steve back to nancy, because she knew what she was doing, she was capable of making plans and keeping everyone safe. you? not so much.
"i'm not enough for you, y'know?" silence followed your admission, steve's mouth clamping shut, his chest falling still as he somehow forgot to breathe. he simply stared at you across the car, at your downturned lips, the way you seemed tucked into yourself, your usual happy glow snuffed out and something tugged at his heart.
"what?"
"i just feel like one day you're gonna wake up and realise that i'm not the girl you want anymore." the words hung heavy in the air, settling like a dark cloud over both of you and steve could only blink at you in shock. he felt a little untethered because he thought it was obvious how so completely in love with you he was. how much you meant to him, how you were really the only person who ever made him feel at ease with himself. steve was certain that not a single other person would be able to take his heart the way you had, so wholly and completely, so quickly that he didn't even realise it was happening.
"why would you ever think that?"
"i see the way you look at nancy, steve." you finally lifted your gaze to his, tilting your head a little as you toyed with the hem of your shorts. steve's face was a mask of utter confusion, brow creased and he reached out as though for your hand but paused midair, slowly pulling it back and setting it on his knee before speaking.
"and how do i look at her?"
"like you never really stopped loving her."
"so the way i look at you?"
"no-"
"well, if i don't look at her the way i look at you then i'm definitely not looking at her like i still love her. because i look at you like i love you." he paused, eyes darting between both of yours, searching your face for any hint of a reason as to why you suddenly thought you weren't enough for him, why you were suddenly questioning his love for you. "because i love you, y/n, not nancy. god if you saw the way i looked at you sometimes you'd realise i'm completely head over heels, madly in love with you."
you swallowed thickly, mouth suddenly dry and let your eyes fall back to his hands. your heart thumped at his words but your mind was still two steps behind, thoughts of losing him looping throughout your head, fears over him getting sick of these silly insecurities joining the mix. you wanted to believe him, you really did, but you’d dug yourself into a hole and getting out seemed miles away. steve was incredible, was quite possibly the most amazing person you’d ever met and you were so average in comparison. to you, it made sense that he’d eventually come to terms with wanting someone more and his love for you would slowly fizzle out, no matter what he said now.
“sometimes i just feel like i’m the girl you chose out of convenience y’know? we were forced together because hawkins is fucking cursed and you were getting over nancy and i don’t know it was easy for you to just turn to me because i was always just there. i feel like maybe you love me because you sort of have to and eventually you’ll realise that you could have so much more.” you flicked a balled up piece of paper that was on his dashboard and watched it bounce off the window, tumble to the floor. “i think that if all this stuff wasn’t happening you never would have even looked twice at me.”
“no,” steve sounded upset and from the corner of your eye you could see him shaking his head. “y/n, i did not fall in love with you because you were convenient. i fell in love with you because you’re beautiful and smart and so fucking witty and sarcastic that sometimes it drives me insane but i’d never want you to be any other way. i fell in love with you because your laugh makes me feel like everything’s gonna be okay, because when you look at me i get stupidly giddy and half the time i forget how to speak. i love you because you’re the most kind and genuine person i’ve ever met, the way you stick up for the kids? take care of them? it makes me wanna grab you and kiss you until i can’t breathe anymore.”
steve drew in a deep breath and finally set his hand on your leg, covering your hand that was already there, fingers squeezing lightly around yours. “maybe if henderson hadn’t dragged me into this shit i would never have met you, but that doesn’t mean you’re just a convenience, it means that my life would be so fucking dull if you weren’t in it. nancy and i? friends. i’m not in love with her, i don’t think i was ever really in love with her, not in a way that truly meant anything. i’m in love with you and i’ll keep telling you every second if that’s what it’ll take for you to believe me.”
his fingers settled on your chin, gentle and warm, a comfort you weren’t aware you needed, and he tilted your head towards him, your eyes locking on his. he swiped his thumb over your skin and your lashes fluttered when it caught against your bottom lip. a swarm had kicked off in your stomach, a hot fuzzy feeling buzzing in your chest, sticky and sweet like a summers day and steve’s words sent a tiny thrill through you. he’d said them with such sincerity, such clarity, his tone and the way he was looking at you making it hard not to believe him. but you needed to get it out, you needed to tell him how you felt otherwise it would stay bottled up and would only become worse. you weren’t aware of how badly you’d needed his reassurance, steve told you he loved you often, but this felt different and it lightened that weight on your shoulders slightly.
“sometimes i overthink and i worry that when things are over you’ll fall out of love with me. maybe once you’re not tethered to hawkins you’ll wanna leave and you won’t want me to be a part of that. i guess sometimes i forget you’re not the same guy you were in high school and i remember the girls you used to date and i wonder if maybe you’ll eventually want someone more like that again.” you’d curled your fingers around steve’s wrist and his pulse felt light against your thumb, steady and grounding and you tilted into his palm when he cupped your cheek.
“i want you. just you, with your weird hatred for pop tarts and your strange obsession with the goonies. i want all of you for as long as i can have you.” steve’s other hand came up to your face and he trailed his finger across your jaw, grazing the tip of it over the curve of your ear while brushing your hair back out of your face. "when i picture my life, my future outside of this stupid town, all i see is you. it doesn't matter what dream i'm having, which version of my future i’m imagining, you're always there. with that pretty smile that i love so much.”
your lips tilted slightly on their own and steve's eyes dropped, voice dropping even lower until it was a whisper. "there it is." he leant in a little to brush the tip of his nose over yours, soft and tentative. the angle was uncomfortable, your belt digging into you but steve’s words had made you feel light, more free than you had in days. they’d somewhat eased your worries and that painful lump that had been lodged in your throat all day had disappeared. “i love you. a ridiculous amount.”
“i love you too.” your breath tickled steve’s lips and you noticed his shoulders visibly relax, a small smile forming as he nudged your nose again. he was hesitating from kissing you, waiting for you to make the first move and so you did, leaning up and catching his mouth with yours. you kissed him softly, slow and careful, each lazy drag of your lips over his a reminder of how deep your feelings for each other went. you were more than thankful for his reassurance, glad that it had eased your heart and your mind. you knew they weren’t so easy to get over, you’d been dealing with your insecurities your whole life but you also knew that now you’d told steve how you felt he’d make sure to spend every day reminding you how much you meant to him.
“is your offer for a movie night still open?” you let your hands fall back into your lap, pulling away from steve just enough to meet his eyes. his lips were pink and kiss swollen, pouted slightly at the loss of contact.
“always.” he smiled softly and brought his mouth back to yours, almost kissing the breath out of you. he dragged his mouth from yours to your jaw, nipping teasingly at your skin before pressing playful, wet kisses across your cheeks, nose and forehead until he finally got to hear the giggles he adored so much. “i love you.”
he really fucking did.
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joekeeryswife · 2 years
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hii can I get some kurt x reader fluff where she tells kurt that she's rlly into him and Kurt's in denial bc he thinks it has to be a joke but it's rlly fluffy and the readers promising she really likes him and he's all cute and shy 👀
“i like you” “no you don’t” - K.K
i’m sorry this is so short, i’ve had a lot going on today and it’s just messed me up a bit. hope this was okay <3
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you were laying in bed with Kurt, his head on your chest as you played with the hair on the back of his neck. "that feels nice" he whispered as he closed his eyes. you laughed slightly and carried on playing with his hair. you sat there for at least another hour before Kurt decided it was time to do a vape review which he insisted you left the room for. you got up off the bed and decided to go talk to his mum who was sat on the sofa. "hey y/n, you okay?" she said, wondering what you were doing out of Kurt's room. usually when you were there, Kurt did not want to leave you alone. "oh yeah i'm fine, Kurt wanted to do a vape review so i left him to it" you said, sitting down next to her.
"oh i see, that boy and his bloody reviews." she laughed, you laughed too and nodded your head, agreeing with her. "i want to thank you y/n." she said, pausing the show she was watching. "what why?" you replied, you'd never really spoken to his mum but when you did, she was always kind to you. "you've made him so happy and i've never seen him like that." she said, patting your knee slightly. "oh no don't thank me, i really like him" you said, giving her a small smile. "y/n? you can come back now" he shouted. "i guess that's my cue to leave" you said, standing up from the sofa and walking back into Kurt's room.
"can i lay on you again?" he said as you walked to his bed, you nodded and laid down, he instantly got on top of you which made you laugh. "i really like you" you whispered as you kissed his forehead. he looked up from your chest and you saw the bright crimson blush which had covered his whole face. "what?" he said, now looking anywhere but at you. "i like you" you replied, you wanted him to know. he'd never had many friends growing up, let alone a girlfriend, so when a stunning girl like you had just told him that, he was in denial. "no you don't" he said, getting up off you, sitting next to you instead. "what? Kurt yes i do. do you really think i'd stay around if i didn't like you?" you said, he couldn't meet your eyes. no one had ever told them they like him and he was shocked that such a pretty girl like you liked him back.
he put his head in his hands and fell back onto your chest, shyness taking over him. "you're so pretty Kurt" you whispered, putting your arms around him. "stop it. you're making me blush" he said which made you laugh. he looked up from you, the bright red blush still covering his face. "why does someone like you, like someone like me?" he said, it sounded like a genuine question which broke your heart. "what do you mean a girl like me and someone like you?" you said, stroking his cheek softly. "what i mean is, hoe can a girl as smart, pretty, caring as you like someone like me? a greasy weirdo who isn't famous." he said. you didn't like it when he spoke down on himself. "do you really think i care about you not being famous? Kurt i like you for you. please don't talk bad about yourself love, i don't like it" you said, your eyes never leaving his figure. "does that mean you really like me?" he whispered.
"of course i do Kurt." you said, giving him a genuine smile. once he saw that he lent down into your chest again. "you're really pretty" you carried on. "again, stop it you're making me blush. i'm the one who should be making you blush" he replied, pushing his head further into your chest. you laughed out loud and pulled his face to look at you. you lent in for a kiss which he gladly reciprocated and once you pulled away you put your hand on his cheek. "i want to be your boyfriend" he said, scanning your face. you smiled brightly and nodded your head. "i want to be your girlfriend" you replied. he smiled and fell back into your neck. he was shy but you loved him.
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alloftheimagines · 2 years
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steve harrington | no monsters
masterlist | request | ko-fi
words: 1.7k
warnings: no spoilers i don’t think, panic attack, ptsd from, well, hawkins, anxiety, mention of nightmares, monsters, and deaths. nothing you haven’t seen before if you watch the show. angst, comfort, fluff.
prompt: could you do a request for stranger things where the reader is hanging out with everyone (mike, el, max, dustin, will, and Lucas) and they end up having a panic attack and either they calm the reader or they call Steve to come and help calm the reader down.
— I changed it up a bit because i really wanted to write a soft steve thing for a change!!!!
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Everybody else seems to move on so quickly, but not you. You feel like you can’t breathe most days. You can’t watch television anymore without seeing the monster in the white noise. You jump at everything: car horns, conversations, loud music. You sleep with the light on because you worry that even now it’s over, the demogorgons still wait in the darkness — where they’ve always been. It was easier before you knew. 
Problem is that you work in a movie theatre. While you usually avoid having to work in the screening rooms, your co-worker has called in sick and you have no choice. Worse, Aliens is screening. The creatures remind you all too well of what you and your friends have faced over the last couple of years. What killed Barb and almost Will. Almost all of you. You’re trying to avoid the screen as you stand by the doors, making sure everything is running smoothly, but even when you close your eyes, you see that grotesque face printed on the inside of your eyelids, made more real by the vile noises of the creature in the movie. Your palms grow clammy and cold, your fingers trembling until you clasp them behind your back. When a character screams, you’re not in the theatre anymore. You’re back there, fighting monsters that shouldn’t exist. 
Your stomach plummets and fills with sharp-edged nausea. Your lungs tighten until your breaths become shallow gasps. You turn away from the screen in an attempt to distract yourself, but there’s no escape from it now. It’s happening. As though you never left. You can’t stay. You run through the doors and into the light, dizzy and holding back sobs as you search for the bathroom. You’re too disoriented, the world turning beneath your feet — until you hear your name. 
“Y/N?” Dustin is suddenly in front of you, brows knitted in concern beneath his cap and a box of popcorn in his hands. “Woah. Are you okay? You don’t look so good.” 
“I…” You stutter on your own words, your knuckles turning white as you fist your uniform and try desperately to breathe again.
“Hang on.” Dustin is pushing you back. “I’m going to go and get Steve.”
“Steve?”
“He’s right over there.” Dustin points to the queue of people waiting for popcorn and snacks. Steve is at the front with a humongous tray of nachos and a tall cup of cola. “See?”
The sight gives you a little bit of relief — until Dustin mindlessly shouts across the foyer: “Steve! Over here, man!” And then everyone is looking at you, and if you’re not eaten by the monsters in your head first, you’re most certainly going to get caught and fired for leaving your post. But you can’t think about that, because you can still hear the faint rumblings of the movie slipping through the red double doors, and you still can’t breathe, and Dustin or even Steve can’t fix what was broken the night you discovered that monsters are real. That Hawkins sits on top of another world that wants to eat you all up. 
Steve abandons his ten-dollar bill as well as his snacks on the counter when he sees you. He runs over to you both, concern etched into his features. You can’t even ask what he’s doing here. Usually, he tells you when he’s going to stop by — to have lunch with you or pick you up, but sometimes to watch a movie with Robin. Your relationship, friendships, was the one good thing to come out of all of this, and you’re terrified now that you might lose it when he sees just how broken you are. You’re usually so good at hiding it. At waiting until you’re alone at night to descend into the fear that never goes away. At smiling and nodding when he asks if you’re okay even though you’re having flashbacks and trying not to scream.
“Babe?” Steve asks again, tucking a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear. “What’s going on? What’s wrong?”
You choke on your own words, squeezing your eyes shut until tears pour down your cheeks. Steve looks at Dustin in question. Dustin shrugs. “She was like this when I found her.”
“Alright. Let’s just sit you down.” Gently, Steve guides you to the nearest bench beside a poster for Stand By Me. “Are you not feeling too good? Stomach flu or cramps or something?”
You shake your head. “I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine.” You say it to convince yourself as well as him, clamping down on your wobbling lower lip until it hurts.
“No, babe, you’re not. Talk to me.” He crouches in front of you, resting his hands on your thighs and running his fingers across the shape of your face. “Please talk to me. You’re scaring me.” 
“I…” A sob breaks from you as you try to put it into words; can’t. “I don’t know.”
“Did something happen? Did someone do something to you? Is it that hotdog jerk again?” 
Another shake of your head. The hotdog jerk is the arrogant, gross thirty-year-old who works on the hotdog stand and is trying to make his way around every female member of staff here, but you’ve already told him where to shove it and he usually leaves you alone. In fact, you wish it’s only that now. A human man you can deal with, even a slimy one like him. 
This… This you’ll never be able to fix. It just feels so big sometimes. Like any moment, the Upside Down will open up again and swallow you.
“Then what’s got you this upset? C’mon, baby.” He’s whispering now, begging. 
“I was… I was in the screening for Aliens and it just… it felt like it was happening again.”
Understanding dawned across his features, his forehead lining with sympathy and his eyes glimmering. “It’s not. You’re right here with me. You’re safe now.” 
You squeeze your eyes shut again, trying to block it all out, but it’s still there, running through your head on a loop. 
“Hey.” Steve tilts your head down, so soft it’s like he’s worried you might break. “Look at me. You’re in the movie theatre. You smell that?” He takes a deep breath and you frown in confusion. “Breathe in with me.” You do. “You smell it?”
“What?”
“Popcorn. Buttery, magical popcorn. And listen. Shitty music. There are no monsters here, Y/N. Just popcorn and shitty music and me. Focus on that for me.”
You do, breathing in and out again under his instruction. Slowly, the tension in your chest starts to ease. You keep looking at him, replacing the monster's face with his soft brown eyes and stupid hair and pink lips. And the claws that were scratching you are just his fingers, feather-light and tender over your cheek, your chin, your neck, your hair. He wipes away your tears as you lean your head back against the wall, exhausted. 
“Okay?“ he asks.
You give a weak nod, suddenly aware Dustin has watched the whole thing. He winces and hands you his soda. “I still get nightmares too.” 
“You think you can give us a minute, Henderson?” Steve asks.
Dustin gives you another solemn smile before walking away, leaving you with Steve.
You can’t look at him. You’re embarrassed and exhausted and you’re not sure what would have happened if he hadn’t been here to pull you back. 
“This happened before?” 
You tip your head, tears still streaming steadily down your cheeks. 
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
A shrug. Your voice cracks as you say, “Everyone else is just trying to move on from it. Forget. I feel… stuck. Weaker.”
“Are you kidding me?” he replies. “I feel like I’m just waiting for the next bad thing to happen. Always. It’s terrifying. It’s not something any of us can forget, and you’re not weak for being afraid. Jesus. I’d be worried if any of us were fine after what we’ve been through.” 
“Yeah. I guess.” You attempt a mirthless laugh. It’s not that you think Steve is fine about it. It’s just that he holds it so much better than you. He can make jokes about it. He can carry on with his life. And while there are moments with him where everything feels okay again, where his love makes you genuinely, truly happy, it rarely lasts. There’s always something to push you back to this. To the terror. To the “what ifs” and the dread and the unanswered questions. 
“You should have told me. I want you to talk to me about stuff like this. I don’t want you suffering all on your own,” he says.
You swallow another sob, unable to reply. Maybe you hadn’t known just how much you needed someone to be with you in moments like this. Just how much you needed him. 
“You don’t have to be okay. Not with me. But you need to tell me what’s going on. You’re not alone in this. We went through it together. We’ll keep going through it together. Okay?” He laced his fingers through yours.
You soften, finally meeting his eye and squeezing his hand. The weight of it, the warmth, is more comfort than you could have asked for. “Okay. Thank you.”
“Of course.” He kisses your knuckles and moves to sit beside you, pressing his lips on your sweat-slick forehead and pulling you close. “That’s what I’m here for.” 
You hold him for all it’s worth, steadying yourself in his grip. He’s your shield, keeping you safe just as you’re about to collapse, and you’ll never not be grateful for the way he loves you. “Go find your boss. Tell her you’re not feeling well. I’m gonna take you home.” 
You don’t even have it in you to argue. You know there’s no way you could go back into that screening now, even if your wobbly knees would let you. 
“Does that mean we’re not watching the movie?” Dustin complains.
“Sorry, kiddo. I gotta take care of my girl.” 
Dustin feigns a gag, and a strained laugh bubbles from you. “It’s okay. We can rent something and watch it at home. No monsters, though.”
Steve smiles, peppering your nose with kisses. “No monsters.” 
It’s all you need to hear. 
“Also, are we going to talk about the fact that you’re willingly at the movies with Dustin on a Saturday?” you tease.
“Hey!” Dustin scoffs at the same time Steve deadpans, “No. Never. We’ll never talk about it.”
Unlikely, but you let it go. For now.
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astranva · 2 years
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Glimpse of Us: Joe's Reaction.
Word Count: 1.4k
Category: angsty 
Warning: swear language 
Summary: Joe reacts to Harry’s leaked song, Glimpse of Us about you. 
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harry x bsgf!yn masterlist
Harry’s song wasn’t easy on anyone; it wasn’t easy on you, on Joe, on Harry, and even on strangers who lived on different continents.
Coincidentally, it was as you and Joe were cuddled up, shy smiles on your faces as you watched a movie, did your phone suddenly start blaring with notifications.
Holding the phone that was starting to heat up, you were quick to answer an incoming call from Sarah.
“I’ll actually give him an earful, Y/N,” she had said as soon as you picked up, “How are you holding up? I can’t believe him. I just—I can’t.”
“Um, what’s-what’s going on? Are you okay?” You had asked your best friend, sitting upright.
Joe was quick to pause the movie, his hand moving to your back to soothingly graze it, watching you with concern.
“Have you-Fuck, have you not heard it?”
“Heard what?” You asked.
“Shit,” Sarah muttered under her breath, “Um, I–There’s a leak.”
“What le-Another one? What pictures?” You frantically asked.
“Not pictures,” she quickly assured, “It’s a song. He–Harry made a song about you recently and it–it’s out. Not out as in released, but it was leaked.”
You had stayed quiet, Joe watching you with worry, infused with confusion. 
“How bad is it?” 
Sarah had stayed quiet for a moment. A beat. And that was all you needed to know that it was bad.
“I’ll call you back,” you said, “Thank you, Sarah. And–It’s okay, don’t worry, alright?”
“I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N,” your best friend had said, “I wish–I just wish you could relax and take a break from all that and–” She cut herself off with a sigh, not really knowing what more to say other than to call out your ex-boyfriend.
“Don’t we all?” You had muttered with a small chuckle, though one that wasn’t entirely humorous nor gleeful.
“I’ll check on you later, okay? You better leave your phone on.”
“I will. Bye, Sar.”
Joe waited, looking at you in anticipation as you hung up and remained in position for a moment.
“Another leak?” He gently asked.
You nodded, “A song,” you let him know, “And–And apparently it’s bad.”
“Fucking hell,” he muttered under his breath and followed with a sigh, his other hand reaching to rub the bridge of his nose before inching closer to you, wrapping both arms around your waist, “Do you want to listen to it?”
“I don’t know,” you answered quietly, looking down at your lap before unlocking your phone and doing the one thing you shouldn’t have done.
You went on Twitter.
It was bad.
user
@yourtwitterhandle can you just let him be happy ffs
user
@yourtwitterhandle the fact that YOU broke HARRY STYLES’ heart is comical to me. how tf can a 2 break his heart 
user
@joe_keery RUN FOR THE HILLS 
user
not only did @yourtwitterhandle break harry’s heart but she did it for a downgrade 
user
@yourtwitterhandle nauuurr not harry building ur entire career only for u to fuck him up. u do belong to the streets lmfao
You were no stranger to the hate his fans sent you, especially since your photos had gotten leaked months ago, but it was the surge of hate that was sent to Joe’s way that had angry tears pooling your eyes.
And then right there and then, you saw the link.
user
IT KEEPS GETTING DELETED BUT HERE’S THE LEAKED SONG GLIMPSE OF US BY HARRY TO HIS EX AND HER BF BESTIES https://youtu.be/FvOpPeKSf_4 
You looked at Joe, and he instantly knew.
He opened his arms, only enclosing them around you when you snuggled into his chest, tears of what you could only describe as anger were gliding down your cheeks, and then you pressed play.
“She'd take the world off my shoulders if it was ever hard to move,” Harry’s voice sounded through your phone through the acoustic music as you and Joe listened.
For what it was worth, Joe was understanding when Harry sang the bit of him not being able to move on from you to the point of seeing you in his current partner, and despite the aggravation he felt towards the situation, he still understood that Harry was just holding on to you and what you had.
But then Harry sang about Joe.
“Tell me he savors your glory. Does he laugh the way I did? Is this a part of your story? One that I had never lived. Maybe one day you'll feel lonely and in his eyes, you'll get a glimpse. Maybe you'll start slipping slowly and find me again.”
That was when Joe’s heart fell.
It wasn’t that the though had never crossed his mind. Joe knew you were too honest to be using his as rebound–he knew you were genuine, but he was human. The thought of you missing Harry and the possibility of life making way to yours and Harry’s paths to cross and align was one that had floated in Joe’s mind more often than he liked to admit.
So maybe it was hearing Harry voice his hopes, all of which were Joe’s fears, that had his palms clam up, and his face to completely fall.
It was like it was almost quiet after that verse despite Harry’s voice still sounding from your phone, but to your boyfriend, it was just silence of his surroundings and complete chaos in his mind.
When the song ended, you were quick to close its tab and lock your phone, taking notice of the rapid notifications you were receiving from all your social media platforms, including texts from friends and those you hadn’t spoken to in a while.
Joe was quiet and as were you, just you holding on to him as he, seemingly, mindlessly held you. 
You wiped your cheeks, looking up at him. At your gaze, Joe leaned back a little so he could look back at you.
“I-” His eyebrows went up before he shook his head, “How do you feel?”
“Pissed,” you answered quietly, watching him nod wordlessly, “Annoyed.”
Joe nodded again, avoiding your eyes as he looked back at the telly. 
You lied back on his chest, cocooning yourself into a ball with your knees close to your body as the both of you stayed quiet for a few moments. 
It was as if the gears started working in your head before you pulled yourself away from your boyfriend, “You know he’s not–You know this isn’t true, right?”
“What?” He asked, “What’s not true?”
“I’m–When I look at you, I don’t see him,” you said, watching Joe look away. Your eyes widened slightly before you moved closer to him again, placing your hands on his cheeks to make him look at you, “If I weren’t ready to be with you, I would’ve told you,” you said, “What Harry and I had–What my last relationship was like, it isn’t–it’s not what I’m searching for with you. You were patient with me, you-no, fuck, you are patient with me. With his fans coming at you, with the shit we get, the comparison, all of that–all of that I wouldn’t have put you through if I weren’t serious about you and about what we have and–and God, if I can put an end to it all, I’d do it. In a heartbeat, I’d do it.”
“I trust you,” Joe said, “It’s when–Fuck, Y/N, it’s when he can’t keep his mouth fucking shut that I just–I don’t know, I think, alright?” He blurted with a shrug, “I freak out a little because I’m not stupid. I’m not–I’m not stupid, I know how much you loved him and I kno–Fuck, you were with the guy for like 3 years, weren’t you? And then he talks about you in interviews, and podcasts, and he’s just–he’s always so public with it, I don’t know. And now with this, I just–” he paused, “I freaked out,” he said quietly.
You nodded, “I understand,” you began, resting your hands on his chest, “I don’t blame you and I wish things weren’t so messy. I’m sorry,” you apologized.
“No, Y/N–”
“And if–if you don’t want to be with me then I’ll-” You took a harsh breath in, furrowing your eyebrows to stop your tearful eyes.
“No, fuck that, Y/N, what?” Joe was quick to interrupt, “No, baby,” he began, reaching forward to pull you closer and guide you to his lap, “I want to be with you. I don’t care how messy, I don’t care how–how your ex and his fucking army will come at me, don’t care. I’m with you.”
You only nodded quietly.
“I’m with you,” Joe repeated.
You nodded again, feeling Joe’s hand on the nape of your neck, guiding you closer so he could place his lips on yours in a soft, assuring kiss. 
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Just Another Glance~ Joe Keery
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Author's Note: Let me just continue to break hearts
Angst/ Fluff?
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You were too interested in the color drink you had chosen tonight rather than looking up at him. He sat right across from you surrounded by friends that chatted amongst each other. Joe hadn't bothered to listen to what his friends were saying. Not when you were sitting across from him.
He had a deep frown on his face when you won't even look at him. he watch you raise the glass you were nursing in your hands and bring it to your lips drinking from it. Your eyes avoided meeting his and rather looking around the bar you were sitting at. There were couple making out by the bar, chatting or flirting with one another, there were people walking in and out and some are even trying to dance.
" So Y/N" your head turned to hear one of your friends call you. Joe turned his head towards your friend too wanting to hear what they were going to ask you. " Hm?" you asked. Joe wanted to run his fingers through your hair seeing the way it flowed and covered a part of your face.
" What's this new promotion I heard about?" you cleared your throat as you looked down at your drink than back at them. " It's really nothing, just another step into the business world"
Your lips were in a thin line as you responded not really wanting to talk about work. Joe's eyes watched your every move as you continued to nurse your drink in your hand. It was only your second glass and the night wasn't even starting. Why were you here? You felt like this whole bar stank up like old men and spice.
" Awe, congratulations then. I knew you'd raise up the ladder any day now" they said raising their glass at you. You rose yours in return before settling back down on the table. You didn't really want to drink anymore. Joe's eyes bore into you as he begged you to look at him. To say anything.
The both you had a fling, flirting with each other in a past but you ended it having feelings for him. You left without an explanation to him and leaving him with having to catch your voicemail, co workers saying you were busy or in a meeting or waiting for you at the front door of the house.
He was heart broken. It's been months since he last seen you and here you were in the same bar surrounded by yours and his group of friends.
" Thank you" the small mumble escapes from you and it catches Joe's attention. He missed the way you would speak, the way you would laugh, the way your nose scrunches up at moments, the way your eyes lit up when you talked about your favorite things and the way you said his name.
" I think I'll head home" you tell your friends, slipping out of your chair. " Awe, already. No" your friends pouted and begged you to stay but you shook your head.
" I'm calling it a night" you slip on your jacket and buttoning it up. " Let me walk you home" you hear that familiar voice. For the first time ever you meet those brown eyes of the man you fell for. His staring at you with adoration in his eyes and something else in them.
" I'm good" you tell him. " No need" you add.
Joe frowns as he shakes his head.
" Nonsense, who know who might be out there. You need a strong man to protect you" he says, with a slight smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes.
" Thanks Keery, but I know a thing or two about self defense"
" You were always the stubborn one of the group" He follows you as you waved your friends a goodnight walking to the door. A small touch of his hand on your lower back gives you shivers.
" You know you don't have to" you mumbled to him. He follows you slipping through people to get outside. The air hits you before he answers you, kissing your cheeks causing you to shiver burying your mouth and nose into your top jacket.
" I want to" he says. He zips up his jacket and take his beanie out of his jacket pocket. He puts it on, not taking his eyes off of you as stare into the night busy streets.
" I always thought you hated me since the last time you walked out my door" he says. The two of started to walk to your apartment. His hand hesitantly brushes against yours in the cold.
" I don't hate you" You don't really hate or use that word. You disliked things.
" Okay dislike me.." he rolls his eyes.
" Joe" you groaned. It's not that you didn't like that he was walking you home. It was the fact that he could you use this time to get things out of you and you'd say something stupid to have him run away.
He clears his throat as he looks over to you to watch you staring straight ahead into the street with a few people passing by.
" Are we ever going to talk about why you never called me back? Why you never want to talk to me again? Why you won't see me?" he asks.
" I don't think there is much to talk about" you lie. Honestly, you were afraid to tell him the truth and you had hope he would never find out. These were scary feelings and you didn't want to get hurt, especially by Joe who has been your best friend since you were teens.
" I call that bullshit!" he says stopping ins his tracks. " What happened to my best friend that used to tell me everything? What happened to the girl that would stay up with me to talk? What happened to the girl that used to come over all the time? What happened to her?" he asks, his voice holding desperation in it.
" She doesn't exist" you tell him. His eyebrow knit together.
" What's that suppose to mean?"
" Nothing, Joe" you begin to walk again to your apartment when you felt his grip on your wrist. He turns you around that you almost lands in his chest. His brown eyes are staring down into yours. His cheeks were flushed red from the cold and his breath fanned over your face.
" Talk to me" he says in barely a whisper. Your eyes gloss over looking up at him as he pleaded you with those pretty brown eyes of his.
" Joe.. I-I can't" you shook your head as you stepped back, away from his space.
" Why? What are you so afraid of?" he asks.
" To have my heart broken by the man that took my heart from the moment he told me I was too beautiful to pass a chance on" his mouth drops as he looks at you.
You pursed your lips regretting telling that you were in love with him already. You took a deep breathe and turned that your back was to him.
" I never expected you to love me back or say anything at all to me" you mumbled loud enough for him to hear. " I know I'm not the prettiest girl you've seen or would of been with."
You wiped away your tears as they kept running and running like a waterfall.
" You're out of league anyways, Joe. You're so sweet, so kind, funny, amazing, you have such a big heart, you have an amazing voice, you're really good at what you do.." as you continued to list the things you loved about him, he had walked in your line of vision.
With that one glance it all it took for you to stop your rant.
" What? Do I have something on my face?" you asked, reaching up and brushing away what you thought you did when his hand came up to grab it in his and pull you into him.
" You're so dumb" he says with a chuckle. You frowned feeling offended and were about to tell him off when he spoke, " You were too busy being in your head and ignoring me to realize I've been in love with you since the moment I have laid eyes on you."
You gasped, staring wide eyed at him.
" W-what?" he laughed as he shook his head, " You're oblivious and it's cute."
Your cheeks were red, not from the cold but adding to it as you looked away from him feeling them heat up.
" Are you going to kiss me now?" you suddenly asked.
" Something like that" he answers as he tugs on your jacket and bringing you into him as he wraps his arms around you and lean down. His chapped lips fell on yours like a perfect puzzle piece.
It was perfect. He was perfect.
You grab a hold of his jacket holding onto like he was going to disappear from your grasp. He pulls away, breathless.
" if it wasn't clear enough, I love you too" your lips widen into a smile with your eyes twinkling up at him. He captured this moment, the way you were looking at him right now.
" We should get you home, you're freezing" he takes notices that your shivering and takes your hand in his as he makes a run for it with you laughing by his side, running with him.
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Yandere Kurt Kunkle (3/4)
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“Just drive, faggot,” Mario shouted, pawing at his wet face.
Kurt was tense, but he tried not to show it. This customer of his deserved what was coming for him now that he scared off Y/n. The only plus to the situation was that maybe he’d get some more viewers from Jessie Adams. He would’ve respected her if she wasn’t stealing his girlfriend away.
Kurt readjusted his seatbelt, tuning out the man’s crude mutters. Mario was typing eagerly at his phone, surely noticing the flurry of hate he was receiving. Kurt, on the other hand, noticed on his phone that he snatched few extra viewers.
At least something was going his way.
Kurt rounded the bend, driving past a water tower. Mario scowled, motioning angrily as spoke. “Yo, where the fuck are we going right now?”
“It’s a shortcut,” Kurt fibbed with ease. 
“This is not a fucking shortcut. Are you serious?”
“Yeah, i - it is a shortcut. I know this park like the back of my hand,” he insisted, just as some notifications emitted from his phone. Mario was quick to check it.
 “You got to be kidding me.” Jessie’s video from earlier sounded, but Mario interrupted it with some retching. “Oh, fuck, I… I don’t feel so good.”
“You don’t… you don’t… Do you need me to pull over?” Kurt stuttered, feigning concern.
“Oh, yo, she’s got like two-hundred-K followers,” he ranted. “I’m getting all this hate already.”
“Don’t vomit in my car.”
“Oh, god, fuck! This fucking… got to be kidding me.” Kurt suddenly swerved, coming to a screeching halt. He was next to a water tower in the middle of the desert. “What the fuck, man? Keep going!”
“No!” Kurt roared, letting his true feelings be known. “If you’re going to barf, get out of my car.”
“I have some dumb bitch waiting for me. And I need to go fuck her. Right. Fucking. Now!”
Mario was trembling in fury, his fists balled. His face was red, although that was probably the residual poison. As e enunciated his words, he punched the back of Kurt’s seat. Kurt, though, was rather bored. He wanted so badly to move on to the murder part. His finger was itching for the gun trigger.
Kurt inhaled sharply, banging his fist into the passenger seat. “I need to keep my car clean!” he shrilly replied.
“Alright, you know what? I got to take a piss anyways. That’s the only reason I’m doing this. Fucking beta. Zero stars for you.”
Mario finally caved, stumbling out and not bothering to shut the door behind him. He went over to the bushes, his phone finally shoved in his back pocket. He clutched at his stomach, occasionally keeling over, yet no vomiting occurred. Yet.
Kurt was panting angrily. It wasn’t often he wasn’t in himbo happy mode, working hard for his follower count, but this man had driven him over the edge. He relished ending the man’s life. He was planning to take his sweet time, wanting nothing more than for him to suffer.
He reached over to the glove apartment, withdrawing his gun. He undid the seatbelt. Kurt clicked off the safety and adjusted the silencer. He flashed the cameras a boyish grin, his fury dissipating into a sick, sadistic pleasure. Mario was now doing as he said he would, pissing into a bush.
Kurt opened the door, causing Mario to peer over his shoulder. His eyes flashed with anger as he saw in one hand, he held a phone. He was still streaming. 
“Fucking creep! I should call the cops on you —!”
Kurt, with a bored expression, stepped out. This gave the asshole a view of the gun in his dominant hand. Mario stopped peeing out of fear, shoving his dick back into his pants and stumbling away with his hands in the air. His face visibly paled.
“Hey, man, what the fuck? Stop pointing that fucking thing at me!”
Kurt’s mouth twitched with pleasure. If only Y/n knew what he was constantly doing for her. The only reason he hadn’t confided in her was because he was busy clout chasing. Oh, and he was kind killing people and that was socially and legally frowned upon.
“How about you apologize for being a massive dick first?” Kurt sneered, pointing the gun at the man, who was trembling head to toe.
“Listen, man, I’m fucking sorry —“
“I said fucking apologize for how you treated Y/n, you asshole!” he burst, but only to return to a pleasant smile.
“Y/n? You mean that bitch —“
Kurt, not enthused in the slightest, knew he wasn’t going to reap anymore content from the man. He pulled the trigger, the bullet piercing him. There was an echo, but the silencer still did it’s job sufficiently. Mario fell the ground lifeless.
“Well, guys, three down. A few more to go for hashtag The Lesson!” he chirped robotically. “I’d show you guys, but I don’t think excessive gore and blood is allowed on Twooch.”
~~~
I was sitting inside the backstage living room. Jessie was touching up her makeup in the mirror, playing some of her favorite music from her phone. Both of us were finally cooled down. It was weird to be so grateful for a silent, lackluster Spree driver following the one with Kurt. It was safe to say, I wasn’t touching Spree Social anytime soon.
“I hope you finally have an idea for your show tonight,” I playfully remarked, scrolling through my Tumbleweed feed absentmindedly. 
Jessie laughed, finally able to find the humor. “Yeah. Your friend Kurt is already enough of a joke. I could make the whole show about him if I wanted to.”
Although I still felt loyal to the man, I had to agree. He completely and utterly embarrassed me earlier. I was angry and disappointed, but I still wanted to wipe the incident from my memory. I knew that wasn’t attainable if Jessie was making a mockery about it in five hours, though.
My phone suddenly lit up, and it displayed an incoming FaceTime from Kurt. I was about to ignore it, but I peered at Jessie, asking,” Yo, maybe this FaceTime I have with him will give you more content for your show.”
“Don’t answer if you’re not uncomfortable,” Jessie insisted.
I pursed my lips. “Well… I guess I’ll step outside. I’ll be back in a minute.”
I hopped off the couch and went into the hallway. By that point, Kurt hung up. But, not even a second later, he called again. Kurt was stubborn. I knew that by now.
I exited through the back of the building into the staff parking lot. The sun was still high in the sky, but I resided in the shade. I was able to attain some privacy. I let it ring one more time before I finally willed myself to answer.
Kurt looked sweaty. His bangs stuck to his forehead and his face was red. His eyes were wide and I could hear him breathing from how close his face was to the camera. I was about to greet him, but he beat me to it. “Y/n! Thank god you picked up. I was worried you’d still be with that girl —“
“I am actually,” I snapped. “What’s wrong with that, Kurt? It’s not like we’re dating or ever will. Especially with that stunt you pulled earlier.”
Kurt’s face fell, but a hopeful smile quickly replaced his despair. “Actually, don’t worry about that.”
“What —?”
“I took care of the guy. Besides, I’m working on it! As we speak, I have… twenty-four viewers —!”
“Kurt, are delusional?” I said, making my anger known. “I don’t care about the guy. I don’t care about your follower count. I care about you constantly making me uncomfortable. I hate that you call me your fucking ‘girl space friend.’ You never listen and you never give me privacy. You’re a bad friend and you’d be an even worse boyfriend.”
Kurt blinked, the words taking their time as they sunk in. A confused frown stretched across his face. “What? You don’t have to be shy. I know the only reason you aren’t into me —“
“Is because you’re a fucking psycho, Kurt. You know what - I’ve had it. I’ve had it with your clinginess and your delusions and - and - just everything wrong with you in general! I’ve had it with you, Kurt. We’re done —“
“But you said we weren’t dating —!”
“We aren’t, Kurt!” I roared, not caring about the people who were staring my way. “I’m talking about this shit show of a friendship we have. Jessie was right. I’m dropping you. Don’t ever try and speak to me again, and sure as hell don’t expect to see me around.”
“Wait! Y/n, no —“
I hung up. He instantly called back, but I declined. I kept trying to escape to the contact page, but he kept calling me. So, I let it ring, just minimizing the call. I clicked on his contact. I felt nothing but haughty satisfaction as I clicked ‘Block and delete,’ and my phone went silent because he finally couldn’t torment me any further.
There was a small sense of mourning eating away at my insides. I leaned against the outer wall, exhaling sharply. I was about to put my phone away, but I thought to open the photos app. A part of me wished to delete the photos. Another wanted nothing more than to reminisce about the past.
I scrolled past a few years. Finally, I was at the bottom of my thousands of photos, although half were downloaded meme images. Regardless, I scrolled up until I found it. Emerging photos of high school me and Kurt. I clicked to enlarge the photo. Kurt was a lot shorter and had an acne phase. Even though he had braces, he still smiled for the selfie. I, on the other hand, looked almost the same, just less fashion-coordinated. 
I kept swiping. One photo was of our first DND session. We really tried to set a spooky atmosphere, even though it was literally a pop princess campaign or something. We even dressed up for it. Another was of us at an anime convention. We decided to do a not-canon ship (even though it should be, and I still thought this as of now), except he was the girl and I was the boy. Damn, we were good at crossdressing. And, finally, a few that really meant something to me. It was secret photos of him that I took because, god forbid, I had the hugest crush on Kurt in eleventh grade when he finally had his braces removed and his puberty was at an all-time high. He shot up like a tree and that was enough to make me fall for him.
I missed the times where blogging was about him genuinely enjoying it. It used to be a side hobby he used as a healthy self-expression. But now, it had completely consumed him. But I took a step forward instead of letting myself be left in the dirt by him.
I finally clicked off my phone and headed back inside. I entered the private living room again, but paused in the doorway when I was met with an unfamiliar man. He was leaning over Jessie’s chair, adorning a Cheshire grin that rolled shivers down my spine. Jessie was frowning, seeming to be relieved by my presence.
“Y/n!” she exclaimed in relief, shoving her chair back into him. The man groaned, but also noticed me and steeled himself. “Uh, this is Miles. The douchebag I’ve told you about.”
“Hey, hey," the man now known as Miles chuckled,” that’s no way to treat your best friend. So, uh, this is the legendary girlfriend I’ve heard about online. Y/n, huh?”
He walked over and shook my hand without permission. I strained a smile, sending Jessie a pleading stare. This guy already rubbed me the wrong way, especially from what I’ve heard about him. “Hi, Miles. So, you’re one of the comedians. The one before Jessie, right?”
“That would be correct,” he exclaimed, but pulled away, turning his attention back to the woman who was now saddled up beside me with her arm intertwined with mine. “So, uh, what is this? Like, a fling? You’re not actually a lesbian, are you —?”
Through gritted teeth, Jessie seethed,” No, it is not a fling, Miles. Yes, I am a lesbian because men are trash. And yes, this conversation is over. Y/n, let me show you around.”
So, Jessie and I turned tail and left Miles in the dirt. Rightfully so.
~~~
“Fucking dad’s texting me,” Kurt grumbled, untrusting the monologue to his screen. He was so happy before, what, with his five-thousand new viewers. Y/n was always on the front-burner of his brain, but at least he had something to help make it up with her.
‘Hey, I wanted to surprise you…’
‘But I got some BIG news for you!’
“Fuck. Anyways, tonight’s going to be crazy with, like, the gun and killing Jessie Adams, and I might even wear this.” He zoomed in on the now deceased Bobby BaseCamp’s leopard print bucket hat. “Y/n and I dressed up as cats one Halloween together, and she was a leopard. I was a tiger. Fuck!”
‘C'mon Kurt, come and get me’
Kurt rotated the camera again, showing his annoyed expression. His hair was still dripping from the shower. “Dad is texting me again.”
‘Pick me up and we’ll go spin together!’
“Okay, this deadbeat is trying tofuck up The Lesson,” Kurt groaned, rubbing his forehead. “Jessie Adam’s show is in two hours and this douche is texting me and he wants me to go to this DJ show with him. Pfft. With some DJ… Uno, I think.”
His eyes quickly scanned the chat, brows furrowing. “Wait, you guys know who this is…? Wait, you guys like DJ Uno?”
A donation came in, reading,’ Yeah, dude. You stupid? Take us to Uno right fucking now.’
That was all Kurt needed. He scrambled to his feet. Before he knew it, adorning Bobby’s bucket hat, he was in front of his dad’s house, although he was better known as Chris. 
“It’s open!” he shouted crossly. 
His father tugged once more, and the door finally opened. Dad muttered under his breathe, shoving some bags in the back. He finally plopped up front, though, clicking on his seatbelt. “Thanks for the ride,” his dad continued. “Really. You’re coming in clutch - whoa you’re not going to let your dad get his fucking seat belt on, bro?”
“I’m sorry, but we don’t have time,” Kurt robotically stated. “And I’m charging you. Go on your Spree app and request a ride.”
“What?”
“Do you think this is for free?”
“Seriously? Can you imagine me charging you for every fucking meal I gave you?”
Kurt, equally stressed and equally wanting to give his viewers drama, snapped,” I wonder what that would account to. One cheeseburger? Because mom pretty much took care of everything.”
“Oh-h-h,” dad drawled, a mocking, playful expression dawning. Sarcastically, he remarked,” So you want to get into the details about me and your mother? Because I got fucking details we can get into about me and your mother.”
The radio played quietly, and otherwise, silence fell over the car. It was only for a moment, though, because both men were too peeved to let the conversation drop. Well, one of them, then, because dad continued,” I like the fucking cameras and the lights. Action…” He turned to Kurt with a grin, but his eyes were glued to the road. Oh, the lengths he went for love. He wanted to kill his dad right then and there, but he had to make it to the Jessie Adams show. “Do they change color?”
“No.”
“Whoa, fucking red light!”
Kurt drove right past it. The roads were empty and he was a good driver. He was practicing for the escape he’d have to make later.
“What the fuck? Do you really expect to win over that friend of yours when you’re such a fucking moody loser, Kurt? What the fuck is that? Dumbass.”
“Hey, what the fuck?” Kurt boomed, a scowl stretching across his face. “Don’t fucking bring her into this.”
“What, so you can bring up your mother, but I can’t bring that bitch you’ve been obsessed with for years? Fucking pathetic. I’m trying here, Kurt. Maybe show your old pop some appreciation —“
“For what? For showing me how not to be? A shitty excuse for a human being? And for your information, we are dating —!”
“Uh huh, I’m sure, son. I believe it.” Chris opened the glove compartment to drop the plastic water bottle he stole inside. However, terror struck him as he saw a silver pistol with a silencer equipped inside. “What the fuck is this?” He pulled out the gun angrily. “It’s a fucking gun. Kurt, Kurt, I told you about guns. I thought we were on the same page.”
Kurt snatched the gun away, dropping it in his lap. His patience had worn thin a long time ago, and after what Chris said about Y/n, it took every fibre of his being not to shoot his father dead immediately. “Listen, I have a gun, alright. I’m smart, unlike you, okay?”
“That’s crazy.”
Tense and shrugging, Kurt interrupted.,” No, it’s not crazy. You don’t know what this job’s like. You don’t know…”
Kurt was waving it wildly without thought. He was honestly seeing red. Blood lust pounded into his brain. “Put the fucking gun away!” Chris demanded, reaching for it. “You’ll fucking kill yourself!”
“You don’t know what type of thug or gangbanger is going to get in the back of my car —“
“Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, Kurt. There’s a police officer. Put away your gun.” Kurt finally stopped when the lights turned yellow. However, he didn’t backdown to his father’s caution. He still gripped it tightly, and waved it just as high to the steering wheel.
“It’s my fucking gun. I use it for safety.”
Kurt’s heart stopped momentarily when the sirens suddenly started up. Both Chris and Kurt’s eyes were glued to the car. However, it drove right by. Kurt knew better than to think he possibly would’ve been arrested, but Chris was shaking in his boots. Good.
Kurt ran that red light, too.
“What the fuck,” dad objected. “Another red light. And a fucking gun. Are you and your girlfriend having fucking problems? Did she break up with you for being a violent fucking bastard?”
“As if that’s any of your fucking business, you junkie! Why are you going through my shit, anyway?”
Chris sighed exasperatedly. “Kurt, amigo. Are you trying to downgrade my confidence before my set?”
“Well, yeah, seeing as you’re a complete fucking asshole. Y/n and I are very happy together, by the way.”
Chris sighed. Kurt growled. Awkward silence fell over the car until Kurt finally pulled into the club parking lot. The rest was all a blur for Kurt. All he wanted was Y/n. The club experience could be summed up as : his dad was still an asshole, DJ Uno was a bitch, and the club sucked. He barely remembered the details of the interaction by the time he was back in the safety of his car, though.
“I don’t know what to say, guys. Bobby cam is canceled because it was not lucky to me. And, honestly, you guys led me astray. Let’s just move on. I’m not angry at anybody. I just want to get to Jessie Adam’s show to see Y/n.”
Kurt was stressed. If only he wasn’t streaming and the LED lights were off. Then, with ease, he could reach into the glove box, grab some tissues, and —
The back door of his car suddenly opened. Kurt gasped, turning to see DJ Uno had hopped in. Kurt was frazzled and confused and flustered. Uno didn’t give him the chance to speak. “Oh, do you know where something is?”
“Uh, do I know where what is?”
“Oh, you know Los Angeles taco truck?” Uno prodded, staring at him from the back expectantly as she pulled on her seatbelt.
“There’s a lot of, uh, taco trucks in Los Angeles —“
“Okay, so take me to L.A. taco truck. And I will tag you, really.”
“What time - I’m kind of in a hurry. What time is it?” 
“Okay, I’m in a hurry, too. Need to take pictures at L.A. taco truck.”
And that settled it. There Kurt was, standing and taking photos of DJ Uno as she crouched in front of the food plaza. A lifestream was going on Instagram, but Kurt was barely paying attention, despite the internal nagging to promote his stuff. As Uno prepared for another pose, Kurt couldn’t help but glaze over the stream of comments.
‘Uno, you looking freaking cool ANYWHERE’
‘Waifuuu’
‘When is your next sex tape coming out?’
That peaked his interest. So many people were mentioning sex tapes. Were they really that popular? He and Y/n had to make one then. As a testament of their love and commitment to their relationship to each other. Not to mention, Y/n would be incredibly happy with the amount of views they’d get. Especially now that Kurt had at least one-thousand followers and ten times the amount of viewers on his stream for hashtag The Lesson —
Before Kurt knew it, he was coaxed into buying Uno something from the truck. That was probably the last normal thing that would happen for the remainder of the night.
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