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so close | one shot

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: Seeing the movie Enchated for the first time you let an image of romance form in your teenage mindset based on the story. When you watch the film again a few years later, the circumstances are completely different and the situation much more messed up. angst/fluff, friends to lovers, modern!AU

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8 428 words

songs that I used: So close and That's how you know from movie Enchanted | Lita Ford ft. Ozzy Osbourne - Close My Eyes Forever

here it is after I almost deleted it twice, here you have super corny, obvious and a little bit angsty love story, enjoy (or not, I really can't promise you will like it.)

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"Jeff texted that he will be 20 minutes late," Eddie sighed, sinking onto the couch in the Harringtons' grand living room.

"That means we still have at least an hour before he shows up," Gareth laughed.

"A real star must have a good entrance" Steve commented while switching channels on the TV.

Steve, with much persuasion from Dustin and Eddie, agreed to let Hellfire hold its campaigns at his house from time to time. The rest of the group also took the opportunity to come and watch the game or just spend some time together. Your group of friends looked like a mass of mismatched jigsaw puzzles, each of you diametrically opposed to the other, but that didn't stop you from creating your own little "family."

When you saw the princess fall into the well to find herself a moment later in New York you jumped up on the couch.

"Stop!" you shouted, snatching the remote control out of his hand. "I haven't seen this movie in ages! God I was so obsessed with it!"

"There's no way we're going to watch some princess bullshit." Munson whined reaching towards you to take the remote from you, but you quickly moved away squashing Max in the process.

"Get lost Munson! We are always watching what you want!"

"Because my taste is amazing?"

"And mine isn't?" you muttered.

"And mine isn't?" he began teasing you in a high-pitched tone of voice.

"If you don't like it, there's the door," you pointed in the direction of the exit. "Today we are watching what I want."

"Fine!" He grumbled melting into the soft cushions of the couch.

El was watching the movie enthralled, and Max rolled her eyes every time a song started, but still smiling as she watched you sing along with the actors. Despite the mean comments, Eddie also couldn't get out of his awe at how word by word you kept up with the melody adding a bit of drama to it as if you were getting into the moment in the movie. Additionally, he felt somewhat enchanted by it, but he didn't want to admit it so he struggled to hold back the smile creeping onto his lips. Play it cool, Munson. He repeated in his mind. Just play it cool.

"Now the most beautiful scene in the movie." said in a disheveled voice as the ball scene began.

"Oh my gosh this is so corny. It is obvious, that Robert and this redhead will dance together and this will be the moment when they will realize that they came there with the wrong people." Eddie commented.

"This Redhead's name is Giselle. And even if corny, it doesn't change the fact that it's romantic! And that song? Purest magic."

As the first notes of So Close began to come from the speakers, the metalhead jumped off the couch, standing in front of you with his hand outstretched. "Get up." he said. "Dance with me." A wave of heat washed over you. You nervously looked into his eyes seeking reassurance that this was for real. "Faster before it ends."

Now, Without hesitating you grabbed his hand and walked away the couch so that you were standing behind it. Eddie gently rocked you to the beat. The smell of his colonge intoxicated you. You had never been so close to each other. So close. His large hand rested firmly on your back generating a pleasant warmth that further dulled your sanity. For several months you had been aware that your relation to Eddie was not purely friendly. Every time you managed to shrug off your silly crush, he would then do something like this and your every effort would be in vain. Did he just make one of your teenage dreams come true? Yes. How could you not fall in love with a man who unknowingly made one of the fake scenrios in your head from a few years ago come true? At that time, you dreamed that the real Robert was in Eddie's place, but this change didn't bother you one bit. This version was much better. You looked at him with disbelief and a kind of enchantment when you danced. When his gaze met yours he smiled showing dimples in his cheeks, making you feel that he was about to have to grab you even tighter because you wouldn't be able to stay on your feet on your own. Unfortunately, beautiful moments have a way of coming to an end very quickly. When the music died down he took one last look at you. His gaze went from your eyes to your lips. Did he want to kiss you? the quiet voice of hope in your head made you feel like your heart was about to explode.

"See?" he grunted suddenly snapping out of his trance. "Nothing special."

Your heart didn't explode. Your heart broke. Nothing special. For him. For you, it was special. Too special. Brutally brought down to earth, you returned wordlessly to the couch sitting down between Max and El. When a few single tears ran down your cheeks you explained that it was because of the movie and the touching ending. Everyone knew perfectly well that you were easily moved by movies, so they easily believed it teasing you later because of it. No one needed to know that you couldn't focus a bit on the end of the movie replaying in your head the moment when you had Eddie so close and still so far.

The next day was not the happiest either. Still feeling the weight of Eddie's words on your heart, which dragged you down to the very bottom, you spent most of the time in bed self-pitying. Unfortunately, you eventually had to get up to get ready for work. Not long ago, Eddie helped you get a job as a bartender at The Hideout by recommending you to the owner. So from now on you were present at every Corroded Coffin concert cheering them loudly from behind the counter, where you also had a perfect view of the guitarist, who ran around the stage like crazy and made all your attention not necessarily on the customers.

The bar was slowly filling up as Gareth and Simon sat by the counter waiting for Jeff and Eddie. Sitting with them were members of the band that always performed before the CC.

"So." said Gareth looking you deadly in the eyes. "When are you finally going to talk to him?"

"What are you talking about now?" you asked pretending not to know what was going on.

"Ugh, I'm begging you! I can't look at you two anymore!" He whined. "The latest dance-thing in Harrington's living room? Hello?"

"It was nothing special." You replied recalling Eddie's words to which Gareth rolled his eyes.

"I'm sure if we hadn't been there he would have stuck his tongue down your throat at the end!"

"It's obvious that you like Eddie, and I think the feeling is mutual." interjected Simon taking a sip of beer. As long as the guys played there for half free and paid for the drinks the bar owner pretended to be convinced that they were all 21 years old.

"Aww our little barmaid fell in love with crazy Eddie? How adorable!" at the very sound of her voice you winced. Diana was the bass player in the other band. From the very beginning there was no sympathy between you two and she was always looking for an excuse to get on your nerves. Now Gareth and Simon have handed it to her on a silver platter. Cursing in your soul, you ignored what she said.

"I think that's enough beer for you today." you said taking the drink from his hand.

"You should talk to him as soon as possible, for example today when he drives you home after work."

"There's nothing to talk about." Nothing special. Those two words haunted you on loop.

Never before watching their performance was so difficult for you. You had the impression that Munson was looking in your direction a little more often than usual. However, telling yourself that it was just a delusion caused by your stupid crush, you tried not to worry about it too much. What scared you more was the thought of the way home where you would be alone in his van. You always loved your comebacks. Especially when he took the longer route home because you were having a too-good-to-be-true conversation, or a song that was playing was too good to get out of the car. Now thinking about it, you felt anxious. It turned out that you sensed an impending disaster.

You left the bar accompanied by Gareth. Eddie had disappeared earlier saying he was going to pack his guitar in the car, but when he suspiciously did not return for a long time you decided that you would meet him in the parking lot. As you approached the place, the sounds of muffled moans began to reach you more and more clearly. When the source of the sound appeared in front of your eyes you felt as if fate had dropped a ton of rocks on you. Eddie pinned Diana against the van with his body as she tried to undo the belt to his jeans. They were kissing like there was no tomorrow.

"What the fuck-" Jeff asked loud enough to tear them away from each other. Breathing heavily, all red and with a messy hair, he looked at you. Diana only watched with a smile of satisfaction on her lips as you clamped your mouth into a thin line. Don't give her more satisfaction. Don't cry. Not now. Not in front of her. You repeated in your head over and over again.

"Shit, y/n, I know I was supposed to drive you home-"

"It's okay!" you shouted. "Gareth will drive me home." you said, and without waiting a moment longer you got into the other car. Through the window you saw Eddie saying goodbye to the others and, together with his new companion, getting into the van.

Despite numerous attempts by the guys, you didn't say a word on the way back. Struggling with thoughts of what he might be doing with her now was exhausting enough.

Love is beautiful. Beautifully painful. Especially when only one-sided. You cried for so long until you fell asleep, and in your dreams, annoyingly enough, some ominous voice repeated like a mantra two words.

Nothing special.

Since that evening, Eddie has completely disappeared from your life, except for Hellfire evenings. He forgot all about the whole of God's world with only Diana in front of him, who had him wrapped around her finger. His absence was horribly felt, and although a part of you was grateful for it, the other part was languishing. You weren't the only one hurt by this fact. The younger boys, like lost sheep, missed how they talked for hours about the next ideas for the campaign, Corroded Coffin stopped having their rehearsals twice a week limiting themselves to once a two weeks because Eddie said they didn't need to see each other that often anyway. Their music was still good, but by doing so they also lost something a little bigger, as they always stayed at Gareth's house after rehearsals hanging out and having fun as a small group of freaks. Now that bond was fading and when Eddie finally mercifully showed up for a rehearsal all the positive energy was gone. Instead, there was more and more arguing and disagreement. Even Steve and Robin sincerely missed his presence and how he always managed to entertain everyone with his jokes or stories. Each one of you brought something unique to the group, so it was no surprise when the absence of one of that group left visible traces.

In this way, a month had already passed, and you were wrong to think that time heals wounds. You changed all your Thursday shifts at the Hideout so that you wouldn't be present at CC's performances, kept your phone use to a minimum so that you wouldn't accidentally be surprised by their photo together which would be another stab. For El, high school turned out to be extremely difficult, so you devoted yourself entirely to helping her study, spending most of your free time preparing notes, researching materials, anything that could keep your thoughts away from Munson and his new girlfriend. Still, you felt as if all your life and joy had escaped you that day, not knowing what you could do to find it again. Your worse state didn't escape the eyes of others, but you kept dismissing them by blaming it on fatigue, which wasn't entirely a lie. In fact, you were tired of the whole situation, fed up with the sharp pain in your chest every time you saw him. Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, of course you were proven wrong.

Everyone was very surprised that instead of once again turning down your offer to go out for burgers together, Eddie declared that he would be there. Everyone was happy to think that this was a chance to get back to something good. You sat at the biggest table in the diner talking about the upcoming freshman prom. El was incredibly excited, Max even though she wanted to hide it, also became more spirited as she showed you pictures of the dress she wanted to wear and asked if you would help her get her hair done on the day. Suddenly a cold gust of wind that came through the open door cooled the atmosphere considerably when Eddie appeared in it with none other than Diana. Gareth and Steve sent each other questioning glances and Robin just rolled her eyes taking the menu in her hand. As they approached the table a grave silence fell.

"Hi?" he said finally. "I know you all haven't had a chance to get to know each other so this is Diana." The younger part of the group muttered a greeting while looking suspiciously at the girl.

"Ed, I thought kids were the only in your funny club. What are they doing here?" she said with a goofy grin measuring Dustin from top to bottom.

"Hellfire is not silly." replied Mike wrinkling his eyebrows.

"Of course sweetie." she replied with a mocking tone as if Mike was actually 5 years old.

"So what are we eating?" Eddie interrupted before the conversation could go too far. Diana took the seat opposite you sending you a triumphant smile. Because of this, you were forced to watch her whisper something in his ear every now and then, making his cheeks turn redder as he showed his playful smile. Of course, they also gave you a show when their lips couldn't keep away from each other, with each time he embraced her she looked you straight in the eye and winked as if to show that she had won. But was it any competition at all knowing that you never had a chance with him? Nothing special. That's what you were to him. Having no strength left, you let her do it. You let her take satisfaction in the sadness you could no longer hide, and even sitting at the table with the people you loved, you were unable to focus on anything else. Your leg shook nervously under the table as you waited until everyone finished their meals and you could finally leave the cursed restaurant. Before leaving, El and Max went to the bathroom. When they disappeared behind its door Lucas turned to Eddie.

"I know Principal Higgins made you guys play our freshman prom," he said.

"Yeah, the asshole threatened me that if we don't play then once again I won't be able to graduate."

"I overheard Max talking to El about how super romantic it was when you danced with y/n to that song from the movie we watched before hellfire, uh Enchanted? the one from that scene at the ball... I thought you guys could play it at ours?" he explained. And no matter how romantic and touching his plan seemed to you the very memory of that evening was not so pleasant. Would you perform that song with Eddie now? Despite the fact that it could kill you seeing Lucas full of hope and the image of a happy Max won. Seeing your surprised faces he continued. "Y/n knows this song by heart anyway, she could sing it and you would play it, I guess it's not that complicated to learn?"

"I can help you." you finally said, and for the first time since he entered the restaurant you looked at Eddie, who was also looking straight at you. That was a mistake. Looking into his big dark eyes for more than five seconds was a terrible mistake that violated the cracks on your heart.

When Eddie opened his mouth to respond Diana wouldn't let him. "Babe, I don't think you're going to agree? You're a metalhead, you can't play some song from a dorky movie about princesses."

There was thought on his face, however, everyone knew what the answer would be. All of Lucas' hope was extinguished like a candle when Eddie admitted she was right, joking that he wouldn't want his reputation to change because of something like that. He tried to apologize to Lucas, but the boy ignored him completely. When the girls returned, the moment of salvation arrived an you could leave. The next stop was supposed to be bowling, but knowing you couldn't take it anymore you said you weren't feeling well and wanted to go home. The rest of them quickly decided that bowling could wait and you would do it another time. Eddie stopped to smoke a cigarette, watching as everyone parted in the directions of their cars, wondering why everyone had given up on further plans with such ease. Seeing Diana hanging on to him without a word you walked past them, feeling your vision getting blurrier and blurrier.

"Y/n!" you heard Robin calling you and after a moment you felt her grabbing your hand.

"I have to go Robin, really." Your voice was slowly breaking down.

"You're not alone with this." Steve grabbed your other hand squeezing it tightly.

"Do you want to come with us? A movie night for three?" she suggested smiling gently, to which you just nodded. Maybe you actually didn't have to be alone with all this? That evening you cried out in front of them all the emotions that had been boiling inside you for a month. Both of them admitted that they knew from the beginning that you felt something for Eddie, but they were convinced that he reciprocated those feelings, which is why they are unable to understand such a sudden change in his behavior.

Seeing Robin holding your hand was nothing new, the fact that you are close with Steve was not strange to anyone either. He had seen the two of you hugging many times, but now that you had ignored his existence all evening, had not spoken a word to him, and had only looked at him once Eddie seeing Harrington's hand tighten on yours felt something strange. It was definitely not a pleasant feeling. He also didn't understand why, despite Diana lying half naked in his bed, the only image he has in front of his eyes when he closes them is two hands holding each other. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't focus on anything else, and even more surprising was the fact that when he pulled away from the girl who was covering his neck with hot kisses, she just shrugged her shoulders and left, leaving him alone with his thoughts in the trailer, which now seemed very big and empty.

One day at the cafeteria, everyone was talking about a small meeting over the weekend that Eddie, as standard, didn't attend. Everyone was so busy looking at pictures that they didn't even notice when he approached the table.

"What are you guys talking about?" he asked finally getting their attention.

"Pictures from Saturday, we had a little spontaneous pool party." replied Will.

"Oh, was it fun?" He couldn't help the upset that was slowly creeping into his system. He felt sidelined, and the worst part of it all was that it happened at his own request.

"Wanna see?" The boy handed him the phone.

Your presence in most of the pictures made his heart beat faster but it was filled with something strange. Longing? And what did he feel when he came across a photo of you making braids out of Argyle's long hair while sending him a wide smile? When you are sitting on Jeff's shoulders in the pool holding an oblong sponge and on the other side is Robin sitting on Steve's shoulders as you imitate a sword battle? The sight of his friend's hands on your thighs made him nervous. The final realization was the photo in which Steve embraces you as you sit covered in one big towel and Dustin in the water poses pointing a water gun toward the camera.

"Too bad you weren't there dude." Gareth said. "What were you doing that you couldn't come?"

"I uh- I was with Diana." What he didn't mention was that after twenty minutes she once again left him alone for the same reason as before.

Confused by his new discoveries, he muttered that he had to go and left the school. He knew that as long as Corroded Coffin played hopeless pop songs at the freshman prom Principal Higgins wouldn't kick him out of school, so skipping the last two classes didn't seem like too big a crime to him. Not wanting to be alone now, he got into the car and headed straight for Diana's apartment. Where another surprise awaited him. She opened the door for him dressed only in an oversized men's shirt.

"Hi Eds! What are you doing here?"

"I thought maybe we could spend some time together?" he replied uncertainly. From the end of the apartment came their male voice calling her.

"As you can see I'm a little busy." she said wanting to close the door but he caught it at the last moment.

"What's actually going on?" he asked trying to comprehend the situation somehow.

"What do you mean?" she looked surprised, which made Edde feel even more confused.

"I thought that me and you... that we..."

"Oh my God Eddie." she paused him. "I think you misunderstood the situation a bit. I like you and sex with you is really good, but there is nothing more between us. I thought you were aware of that." Seeing the shock on his face she continued. "The truth is that I started all this to make your little friend who is pathetically in love with you angry."

"You did what?"

"Y/n? The barmaid at the Hideout? I heard her talking about it with your band mates. I never liked her so I thought I'd get on her nerves a bit." she shrugged her shoulders. "I thought you knew that what we were doing was just fun. Definitely nothing special. And now I have to go, it was nice to see you, bye Eddie!"

Never before in his life had he felt so foolish. Gaining a whole new perspective on the situation, the dots in his head were connecting. Your behavior toward him was also making more and more sense. Everything suddenly seemed so obvious now. The problem was that it was too late.

You were awakened by the sound of several messages in a row.

Gareth: hey y/n, u here?

Gareth: it's important

Gareth: y/n?

Gareth: ?

You: what the hell happened

Gareth: there is an urgent meeting at my garage in an hour, will you come?

Gareth: it's super important

you: fine

Half asleep you rolled out of bed with great difficulty. But considering his behavior whatever the meeting was about it really had to be very important. The thought crossed your mind that it could have been about Eddie. Will he be there? Will he be there with her? Will you have to look at it all again and repress the voice in your head that constantly screams That should be me? Flushing your face with icy water, you returned to earth. Satisfied that you had temporarily succeeded in stopping the train of thoughts in your head as quickly as possible, you finished getting ready and left the house without leaving yourself a spare moment.

You were relieved to see that in Gareth's garage there was no trace of Eddie and Diana exaggerating their feelings for each other. But the sight of Robin and several other kids from the school band sitting fiercely discussing something surprised you. As you approached they all greeted you, and Robin began to explain the purpose of this odd gathering.

"We want to help Lucas, you know very well yourself that these kids deserve one fairy tale evening." she began. "So we've gathered some people who are able to help us and play this song from the movie," she said.

"We just need someone to sing, and since you already know the lyrics we thought you'd want to join in." Simon added smiling.

"Besides, we want to show Eddie how much we don't care about his girlfriend's opinion," Gareth rolled his eyes making a disgusted face at the mere sound of the word girlfriend.

"But...the prom is tonight." you said disoriented.

"We've got four hours to try to figure it out, I think we can make it."

"You can't make it if you keep wagging your chins!" Robin clapped her hands rushing you guys to work.

In this way, for the next few hours the whole neighborhood listened to the same song over and over again, the beginnings were very difficult to synchronize but the final product seemed to be really good.

As you promised before the ball you helped Max to become a divinity. Seeing her smile you yourself couldn't hold back yours despite the fact that at the very thought that you would soon have to be in the same room as Eddie a big nervous knot was forming in your stomach. When Max looked like a princess you dropped her off at the Sinclairs' house from where Lucas' mom was to drive them further. You, Robin and Steve agreed to get ready together at your house. When you pulled into the driveway they were already waiting for you, rushing you and panicking that you were late. Fortunately, the preparations went smoothly, except for the process of making Steve's hair.

Corroded Coffin were moving their instruments into the hall when you drove to the back of the school to park next to them. Eddie watched in amazement as you exited the car. Steve in an insanely expensive, elegant suit and perfectly styled hair, right behind him was Robin in a loose white shirt over which she wore a gray blazer and matching pants, and right behind Robin came you in a slightly airy black dress. All three of you looked like you had walked straight off the catwalk, but Eddie's eyes saw only you.

"Dude you okay?" asked Steve seeing his stupefaction.

"What?" he asked snapping out of his trance.

"I'm asking if you're okay."

"Y-eah, I'm just surprised to see you guys," he answered.

"Dustin declared Steve as the caretaker for tonight and someone to act as a host." Robin explained.

"Always the goddamn babysitter." you teased the boy with a laugh.

"I found two stragglers on the way, so I thought I'd take them with me," Steve bit back.

"Dude! That's not fair, you'd share!" Jeff shouted walking up to you.

"In your dreams!" Steve grinned embracing the two of you. "Ladies?" he asked arranging his arms so you could grab him under the arm, which you did giggling. You said goodbye to the guys and moved toward the entrance. Seeing your hand gently touch your friend's biceps, the gloom that had been with him for days began to deepen. Eddie knew that the evening might be very long and difficult.

To his delight, it turned out that the school had hired another band, so Corroded Coffin played at the beginning, and the second half of the prom was to be taken care of by the other one. When Munson reached the long-awaited ending and left the stage he noticed that the rest of the band was not following him. Surprised, he watched as Steve walked on stage and grabbed the microphone.

"My dear friends, before we say goodbye to Corroded Coffin for good we would like to present one more song." he said in the voice of a TV presenter. "This is a very special request, so don't be afraid to invite someone even more special to dance." He smiled. "Ahead of you is Corroded Coffin in collaboration with the amazing Hawkins High band!" Applause rang around the room. Together with the rest of you, you entered the stage taking your spots. All the younger part of your team pushed straight to the front of the stage looking at you with excitement. The first notes released by the piano were like the bullets of a gun to Eddie. Piercing his heart to the core, making him realize how devastated everything had become.

You're in my arms And all the world is calm The music playing on for only two So close together And when I'm with you So close to feeling alive

Your voice spread through the room, echoing a permanent mark in his brain. He had heard you sing many times, at various meetings you sang together while he played the guitar, but now everything was completely different. The warm light of the reflector illuminated your skin, making it shine from you with a beautiful radiance that enchanted him with every word. Even if he was standing completely in the shadows by the stands, he didn't miss how your eyes found their way to him, but quickly changed direction without giving him a chance to do anything.

A life goes by Romantic dreams must die So I bid my goodbye And never knew So close, was waiting Waiting here with you And now, forever, I know All that I wanted To hold you so close

He remembered that day. He remembered how for about three minutes the whole world was gone and all that mattered was that you were in his arms. Not expecting the whole situation to have such an effect on him. After all, he had always avoided anything related to romance. Even if he wanted to, he never had anyone with whom he could try such a thing. Then you showed up, looking at him much warmer than everyone else. Always available to him, always helpful and giving support. When, after a whole day of listening to nothing but insults in his direction, you met and your heartwarming voice with a hint of something he couldn't identify before dispelled all the coldness leaving only a pleasant calm. Now he knew it was affection. Even when you teased and called him an idiot, you said it in such a way that he felt as if the most beautiful praise in the world had been poured down on him. Why didn't he notice this earlier? Why did it take the entire messed-up situation with Diana for him to realize it? Why didn't you ever mention anything about it before?

So close to reaching That famous happy end Almost believing This one's not pretend And now you're beside me And look how far we've come So far we are, so close

How could I face the faceless days If I should lose you now

At that moment he wanted so badly to kiss you. To give himself to the magic of that moment and just kiss you. But he remembered that you are not alone. He remembered that you are friends, not a couple. Not knowing if you would want the same, he panicked.

We're so close to reaching That famous happy end Almost believing This one's not pretend Let's go on dreaming For we know we are So close, so close And still so far

You were so close. So close, just within reach, yet panic won out over desire. Not knowing how to act, the only thing that came to his mind was to step back and pretend that it didn't affect him even the slightest. Now he understood your sad expression when he said it was nothing special. Listening to the same song performed by you now, he had never felt so far away from you before. He lost you at a time when he was just beginning to understand his feelings for you. At the time he didn't know what was happening to him, now he felt like the biggest idiot in the world.

When the applause sounded in the hall again you started to go backstage. Without a second thought he ran there.

"Y/n!" he called out to get your attention. "Can we talk?" he reached out a hand to touch your shoulder, but you moved away from him quickly enough that he didn't.

"I don't have the strength to talk to you right now Eddie, I'm sorry." Your voice was weak.

"Please, give me a chance to explain..."

"What do you want to explain? There is nothing to explain."

"Why didn't you ever say anything? If only I had known that you felt something for me, things would have been different!"

"What would it change?"

"Everything..." he said almost inaudibly.

"Don't lie to me Eddie!" you blurted out. "Don't lie to me in a situation like this, because I can't stand it. I can barely handle what happened, I don't need your fucking lies!" you didn't mean to sound so harsh, but you were barely holding on.

"I'm not lying, why the hell would I lie to you?!"

"Because this..." you pointed at both of you with your hand "This is nothing special for you."

"y/n, it's-"

"I don't want to hear it Eddie." you said swallowing tears. "I don't want to hear it because I know it will hurt even more. You've made your decision. And as much as I was able to understand that you didn't return my feelings, I will never accept how easily you forgot about all of us. We were so close Eddie! So fucking close, but now? As far away as possible." Without waiting for his reaction, you turned and walked away, leaving him alone with the despair that was slowly consuming him all over.

All weekend, Eddie was immersed in sadness. Your words kept sounding in his head, refusing to let go. He wondered how badly he must have messed everything up that you didn't want to believe his words. Saying that he had forgotten about you wasn't entirely true either, but he realized that from your perspective that's what it looked like. He regretted his behavior. Now he knew that the hot moments with Diana in were definitely not worth it. He didn't even care too much about the fact that she used him. He focused all his energy on experiencing and condemning himself for having participated in breaking your heart. This was something he could not forgive himself for.

Sunday afternoon passed peacefully in the Munson's trailer. Eddie had done nothing all weekend except playing his guitar and sleeping. When Wayne entered his room a picture of misery and despair was painted in front of him, but he didn't want to push his nephew, saying only that if he decided to talk he knew where to find him.

The man was dozing off in front of the TV when a firm knock on the door snapped him to his feet.

"Hi Mr. Munson," his eyes were met by the entire Corroded Coffin squad. "Is Eddie home?"

"Hi boys. He is, but I don't think he's feeling well," he said, letting them inside. "Maybe you guys know what's going on?"

"Oh, it's very simple, Eddie instead of being guided by his feelings was guided by what's in his zipper and lost the girl who for months you were in love with him," said Gareth.

"He was in love with her, too, but he realized it a little too late." Simon added.

"You forgot to add that I also lost my friends." Eddie's voice surprised them.

"We're here, so I guess you haven't lost them yet." Jeff replied waiting for his friend's reaction. He just merely opened the door to the room wider in a gesture of inviting them in. Simon took a seat in a chair at the desk, Jeff on the floor opposite the bed and Gareth, without waiting for permission, spread out across the bed. Eddie sat on the floor next to Jeff playing nervously with the rings on his fingers.

"Dude, you look like shit." Simon finally said, causing everyone to laugh.

"I look just like I feel, asshole." Eddie grabbed the dice that was lying by his leg and threw it towards the boy.

"So..." began Gareth.

"I'm sorry. For everything. I acted like an idiot." Munson breathed out.

"And?"

"I know you guys think I forgot about you, but it wasn't like that. I just-" He couldn't find the words to describe the whole situation.

"Did you think with your dick instead of your brain? How is Diana by the way?"

Eddie with embarrassment told them how the whole situation looked like. About how he let himself be screwed into her hopeless manipulation, about how it all ended, about how he felt when he saw you perform with them on stage during the prom and your conversation after the show. A lot of emotions weighed on his heart, he had been feeling so lonely for a long time that now he did not hold back from opening up and sharing everything he felt with his friends. Even as they continued to make mischievous jokes, he was grateful that he no longer had to be alone with it all.

"Okay, I'm a little guilty about all of this. If it weren't for my loose tongue Diana you would never have known that y/n was in love with you. I feel obligated to help you get her back."

"What?" Eddie didn't expect that. Get you back? Was that even still possible?

"Do you feel anything for her?" interjected Simon

"Yeah, of course I do".

"So I guess it's worth fighting for her?"

"But... I don't know how."

"But I do." Gareth pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Are you ready to make a romantic fool of yourself?"

"What do you mean?"

Eddie didn't get an answer instead the boy smiled broadly and clicked something on the phone from which a song came after a moment.

How does she know you love her? How does she know she's yours?

"Oh my fucking God!" Eddie covered his face with his hands, and Gareth paused the song. Is he really going to seek help from a song from a damn Disney movie?

"This can be your final chance! And I don't have any other idea, so- Remember how excited she was about that movie? You've already used the dance to that song and screwed it up completely."

Eddie pondered his friend's idea for a moment. The truth was that he had nothing to lose, instead he had a great deal to gain. It was definitely worth it.

"Alrigh Giselle... enlighten me."

does he leave a little note to tell you, you are on his mind? send you yellow flowers when the sky is gray?

When you found a small piece of paper and a yellow tulip lying behind the wiper of your car on Monday morning you thought it was a joke, but you knew this handwriting very well. You would recognize it anywhere. Throughout the week, a new note with a flower was waiting for you every morning. On Sunday evening you decided to show them to Robin.

I think about you.

I miss you.

I hope your day will be nice.

So close together, and when I'm with you, so close to feeling alive You made me feel emotions I had no idea about before.

I never thought being romantic was for me, but you make me want to try it.

Romantic dreams must die? What if we tried to bring them back to life and make them come true?

Let's go on dreaming For we know we are So close, and NOT so far

The last change of the text especially reached your heart. Of course you wanted to be the closest to him in every way possible, but what if you once again gave your heart to him and after a while he would say it was nothing special?

"They started to appear so suddenly?" she asked looking at them.

"Yes, I completely don't know what to think about it Robin. First he tells me that one of the most special moments in my life is, in fact, nothing special, and then I witness how in love they are with with Diana, and now this all of a sudden?"

"Maybe it didn't work out for them?"

"And now I'm supposed to be a consolation prize?"

"I am so sorry." she said resting her head on your shoulder. The thought of you being his second choice was killing you from the inside. Why was he doing all this? Why couldn't he let you forget in peace and move on?

does he take you out dancing just so he can hold you close?

Nope. Not gonna happen. The previous dance turned out to be a disaster and he wasn't going to risk it again.

dedicate a song with words meant just for you?

This. He could do that, but a little later.

he'll wear your favorite color just so he can match your eyes, rent a private picnic by the fire's glow

After a week of getting flowers and notes, there was silence. You wondered what you should do. Why did he stop? Maybe because you didn't respond to any of them? Maybe he got upset and decided it was all a mistake? It's been a long time since you felt so confused and lost. Then, suddenly, your phone rang, and you were relieved that it was only Robin.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Hello to you too." you replied sarcastically.

"Steve and I will be outside your house in ten minutes, we're going for a ride."

"Wha-" before you had time to finish she hung up.

This was no joke. Punctually ten minutes later the honking of Steve's car sounded on your street. The ride didn't last long, less than ten minutes to Lover's Lake during which they both ignored all your questions. When you got out of the car Steve stood behind you covering your eyes with his hands and Robin grabbed your hand leading you forward. When Harrington finally let you see, you froze. A large blanket was spread out on the grass with thick candles in glass jars. Next to it stood a vase with yellow tulips, the same ones you had been getting before. Beside it was a backpack with your favorite snacks sticking out of it and Eddie's acoustic guitar.

"Guys, what's going on?" you asked turning around. But Steve and Robin had disappeared from your sight. Now in front of you stood Eddie dressed in his Hellfire T-shirt. But it was slightly different than the rest. This time the skull was in your favorite color.

"Please." he said walking up to you. "Before you leave, please give me a chance to fight for you." He grabbed your hand. Feeling you not snatch it from his grasp he led you to a blanket where you both sat down. The sun began to slowly hide behind the horizon. The warm orange created a beautiful spectacle by combining with other colors and reflecting in the surface of the calm water. The view was calming. It was as if the sky wanted to tell you that everything will be fine. You decided to trust it. Without a word, Eddie grabbed his guitar and began to play a song quietly singing the words. He sang as if he didn't want to startle the moment with being too lound. You listened in silence still not taking your eyes off the setting sun.

I know I've been so hard on you I know I've told you lies If I could have just one more wish I'd wipe the cobwebs from my eyes

This was the moment when you finally decided to look at him. When your eyes met and you saw in his sincerity, you knew this was the moment you forgave him everything. It was the moment you decided to trust him once again. To risk breaking your heart once again. You knew that he was worth it. Not wanting to waste another moment you put your hand on the strings to stop him. Scared that you were about to get up and leave, he swallowed the gulp in his throat, preparing himself for rejection.

"I forgive you, Eddie." Those three words were like salvation to him.

"Really?" he put down his guitar quickly and squatted closer to you.

"If you promise to be honest with me."

"Of course, sweetheart."

"I want you to tell me the truth Eddie, I want to hear it, please." Your voice was nervous.

"Let's start from the beginning when I lied that the dance in Harrington's living room was nothing special. Because it was. So damn special that I think I got scared of my own feelings and panicked and lied. Later that whole situation with Diana? I swear to you on everything that if I knew you had feelings for me I wouldn't even look at her. I couldn't believe that someone as hopeless as me could find his place in your heart..."

"Eddie you are not hopeless-"

"Let me finish, please." he put his hand on your knee. "I've missed you so damn much. Day after day every time I didn't come to meetings with you I couldn't stop thinking about you. And when I saw Steve holding your hand? Believe me it was like a nightmare that haunted me for days without a break. Once Will showed pictures of a pool party I once again didn't attend. I was jealous as Hell and angry with myself for being so distant from you. But what hurt me the most was that in those pictures you were so smiling, so happy... Which made me realize that you don't need me to be like that at all. I know it's terribly selfish, but you wanted the truth so you got it..." he took a deep breath. "It turned out that Diana only needed me to make you angry. She heard Gareth talking about you being in love with me and decided to take advantage of it. Of course, I have nothing in common with her anymore and I am disgusted with myself to the core because I took part in it.

"You didn't know that..."

"But I took part in it, and I don't know if I'll ever forgive myself for it. When I wrote on one of the notes that thanks to you I felt emotions I had no idea about, I wasn't lying. Damn it, before I thought I wanted to have nothing in common with anything romantic, but for you? I even watched that movie again, I planned it all inspired by a song that refuses to leave my head and drives me crazy because I wanted so badly to find the answer to the question how does she know you love her? Letters, yellow flowers, dedicating a song and a picnic? I even tried to train the raccoons from the trailer park to dance and sing but I guess they didn't like the idea." He grinned causing you to giggle. "The whole situation came about because neither of us had the courage to confess what we felt. That's why now I don't want to hide it anymore. I don't want to hide the fact that I am in love with you."

"And I am in love with you too, Eddie." you said without stopping the smile creeping onto your lips. The sun was long gone from sight however the night and its starry sky were equally beautiful. Your faces were illuminated by the soft candlelight making everything look like a scene from a movie. But it was much better than even the best movie in the world. You and Eddie now played the leading roles, and no one else but you decided what to do next.

"From what I remember they also mentioned something about a true love's kiss" No more running away. Early on he had taken too many steps backward and he had no intention of repeating that mistake. From now on, every step he took was forward toward the door behind which lay your future together.

"Oh, and what specifically?" You laughed, bringing your face closer to his.

"Something about pulling a tail," he curled a strand of your hair on his finger and pulled lightly.

"Really?" you asked touching his curls gently.

"And uh... somethin' about the lips I guess..."

"Lips?"

"Yeah. Lips." He nodded. "Listen. I know that I was an idiot. A complete asshole. An obvious blind man. But even the biggest idiot in the kingdom deserves a second chance."

"A chance for what?"

"For true love's kiss."

"Is this our happy ending Eddie?"

"No sweetheart. This is our happy beginning." And then, without waiting a moment longer, your lips finally connected. Kissing him was a much more magical experience than you expected. At first shy kisses became more and more thirsty for closeness. So close. Never before had he been so close as now. You wanted this closeness to consume you completely, so that you were short of breath. And if the true love's kiss was a real thing, you knew that only Eddie's lips would work in your case.

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Struck Blind {Steve Harrington x Reader; Part 7}

Wordcount: 2614 Chapter Summary: Basically filler, Billy is confronted in the sauna, Steve-free Chapter.

Previous Chapter Here.

You were taking this hard. Your sleep was all messed up - but at least you could blame this on sleeping on the couch for the night, while Max and El had a sleepover, giving over your floor bed to the telekinesis girl. You’re avoiding them for the time being - not because they had done anything wrong but because Max was thinking that Billy was just being weird - and El knew different but neither of you wanted to tell Max that. They’re acting like everything is fine and your cousin was just being a regular old creep, strange old Billy, but your heart was dropped down to your stomach and you were haunted by those blank blue eyes that he had given you at Heather’s house.

When they left to go to Mike’s - Max and Lucas made up for the hundredth time you assumed - you stayed at home but went into Billy’s room this time. There had to be something in here that would tell you what was going on. God - why was he so fucking macho, that he couldn’t keep a diary or something to make things easier?

‘Dear Diary. Today I ran over Steve Harrington and it was funny. Dear Diary. Today I feel a little bit weird. Dear Diary. I hate my dad and I feel like something is taking over my body and making me do weird things like have a pleasant family meal at Heather’s. Dear Diary. If I don’t come home, I’ll be at this address around this time and this is what’s going to bring me back, just in case anyone is reading this.’

Just too much to ask for, wasn’t it?

There was truly nothing here. You looked in every nook and cranny. There was only one other place that you could think of and that was his car, which was not outside. Actually, it had been a while since you had seen it. You walked out to the living room and looked out the front window towards the driveway - empty.

The pool. It was the only place that he could be. His schedule said that he was working today but he could have called off, could have been avoiding the place. If some dark force was possessing a human being, why would they take them to work? It was ludicrous. But it was your only lead, so you left the Hargrove house and started to jog against the heat towards the swimming pool.

The first thing you saw was a head of long red hair. Max was holding up binoculars while watching Billy. You followed her line of sight to see a very strange image of Billy, sitting on the highchair, a shirt on and a towel over his legs. Billy never wore a shirt if he could help it. Even as a kid, he’d been the first to take it off and go running around while his mother tried to catch him and get it back on him. Further evidence that this was NOT your Billy.

You walked up behind Max and her little teenage friends. It was only too easy to eavesdrop - they never once looked behind them.

“The Mind-Flayer likes to hide,” The one named Will was saying. “He only used me when he needed me. It’s like - you’re dormant. And then, when he needs you, you’re activated.”

“Okay, so we just wait until he gets activated -” Max started.

“No. What if he hurts someone?” Mike argued.

“Or kills someone?” Will added in.

“We can’t take that chance. We need to find out if he’s the host,” Mike said, and got up. He turned around, only for his eyes to meet with yours. That made all of them turn around.

“He is,” you said, staring past them at Billy still. “I can guarantee it at this point. When I looked into his eyes at Heather’s yesterday, that was not my cousin looking back at me. And I know him better than anyone. I know the way that he looks. The way that he talks. Even when he’s spewing pure bullshit and that is not Billy.”

“I have an idea on how to prove it - boys only though. Trust me.”

“Seriously?” Max said, as Lucas and Will followed Mike towards the pool area, into the locker room. “What are you doing here?”

Her tone wasn’t unkind. It was just curious. “I was hoping to look through his car to get a hint as to what’s going on with him, though it seems pretty unlikely I’d find something if it’s this ... Mind-Flayer asshole.”

“And you’re ... sure” Max asks.

“Max - I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Eleven left you to go to the storage shed, and you see Mike follow her in. “Did they break up or something?” You asked, trying to distract yourself from all of this chaos. Although you had heard about the monsters here in Hawkins, you hadn’t expected to run into any yourself. It was Summer. This was supposed to be relaxing. This was supposed to be fun. And now you were going to have to be a badass and save your cousin from a monster that was possessing his body to do ... who knows what. Spy? Kill people? Possess others? It didn’t matter.

“Yeah, she dumped his ass,” Max said proudly, using binoculars to look over at Billy. She was watching him carefully.

“Huh - good for her,” You nodded. You remembered what relationships felt like at that age. All important, all-encompassing, the center of your world. And now, being older, and looking back, it all felt so juvenile, so silly. Those two were going to work things out. You had a feeling in your stomach about it. With all of the secrets that this group had, they wouldn’t be wandering that far away from each other.

Though that reminded you of Steve. He’d fought the monsters before. He had helped before. With a bat that had nails through it, Max had said. Should you maybe be talking to him - bringing him into the loop? But then the idea of him getting hurt hit you like a boxing glove in the face, and you shook that idea right off. This had to do with Billy, therefore, it was way too personal to bring anyone else in.

“Where are you guys?” Max asked into the walkie talkie, snapping you out of your reverie.

“I’m coming, just hold on a second,” Mike said in response. The redhead sighed and brought the binoculars back up to her eyes, focusing on Billy. You heard her mutter something along the lines of hoping that we were wrong. Your hope was right there with hers.

Everyone stuck around until night. Well, you went off for a little bit and bought some burgers and brought them back so that everyone would all have the strength for what you were going to do tonight and introduced yourself a bit more properly to the gang. You took a near immediate liking to Will, maybe because he was the only one that looked you in the eye when he thanked you for the food that you bought him. He seemed like a sweet kid, though forlorn.

The sun went down. The pool closed. Everyone came out, smelling faintly of chlorine despite the showers that they had taken afterwards, going home to watch television over a TV dinner or something like that. Not you six, though. Mike had come up with a pretty good plan. And when you saw Billy head into the men’s showers, it was time to implement it.

This had already become one of the hardest things that you had ever done, but you held strong. This was to get Billy back. The boys start making clanging noises, playing with the lockers. “Pool’s closed!” Billy’s voice carried through the nearly empty locker room. The noises kept up. “Hey!” His locker slammed, nearly making you jump in your hiding place. “You hear me?”

He went to the door and tried to push it open, but it was padlocked from the outside. And a three - two - one - the lights all went out, just as planned.

“Billy,” Mike sang, in a voice that sounded much more like a horror movie villain than a teenage boy.

“Who’s there?”

The game of cat and mouse began, with the walkie talkie beckoning Billy into the sauna. He was approaching it, anger being a stronger emotion than any sort of caution. You could almost believe it was your cousin just from that reaction. Almost. But the pure rage when El threw Billy against the wall of the sauna, and you helped Mike and Lucas to chain and lock the door closed with him in it - that was more than Billy was usually capable of. That was otherworldly. Monstrous.

Billy was banging at the door, while the rest of you, admittedly almost cowardly, hung behind Eleven, the girl with powers who was our best bet out of this mess. But it was Max who Billy’s eyes landed on. It was her name that he spoke softly. Protectively, you reached for your little cousin, but she didn’t seem to need you. She’s the one who held Billy’s gaze and spoke to Will - “Do it.”

Once the heat was cranked up, Billy started to freak out in a way you hadn’t seen since his mother had died. “MAX! Y/N! LET ME OUT OF HERE.” He was pacing, though his eyes were stuck on the small window that looked out at us. In a calmer tone, he asked again to be let out, as if it was his manners that was keeping us from doing so. His breath was getting heavier as the heat seemed to be getting to him. More rapid. He was sweating, he was spitting, and it was hard to watch but you forced yourself to.

“We’re at twenty-two,” Will said, checking the temperature gauge.

“It’s not my fault,” Billy was sobbing, which surprised you. And Max - since she went walking towards the window and you went with her, since you were the closest to him.

“It’s not my fault, y/n,” Billy was saying. “I promise you, it’s not my fault.”

“What’s not your fault, Billy?” Max asked, speaking when you couldn’t bring yourself to.

“I’ve done things, Max. Really ... bad things. I didn’t mean to. He made me do it.”

“Who made you do it?” You asked, your voice dry, trembling.

“I don’t know, it’s like a shadow. Like a giant shadow. Please....”

“What did he make you do?” You asked, a little more forcefully this time.

“It’s not my fault, okay? Please believe me, I tried to stop him, okay? I did.”

Max was crying beside me, and you put my arm around her, breathing heavily myself but not letting any tears flow. You felt so much pain on behalf of my cousin right now, but you had to stick to the mission. Billy was begging for his life. You had to remind myself that the body could go through a lot - he could handle the heat - he just had to.

“We believe you,” Max spoke for the both of you. And you nodded, because you did believe him. Whatever Billy had done, it wasn’t Billy. He’d been making progress, he’d been laughing again, he’d been standing up for himself little by little against his father. He was slowly starting to come around to the idea of Lucas, even if he didn’t act like it, but he had told you in secret. Max was happy, he had noticed that. There was only room in the Hargrove home for two miserable bastards and it might as well be the men.

“I feel him,” Will whispered, garnering your attention. You swallowed, anger starting to fill you.

“We’ll figure it out together, okay,” Max said, and you tightened your grip on her shoulder, trying to keep her from stepping forward.

“He’s activated,” Will said, quietly.

Anger. It felt just as large as the shadow of the Mindflayer. How dare this thing fuck with your family. How dare it hurt Billy like this, when he was getting better? Making Max cry like this too. Everything it did to Will last year?

“I need you to trust me. Please,” Max was saying to Billy, just as Mike told us to get away from the door. “What?” She asked to the teenage boy. Mike yelled it this time, and you put your arms around Max, pulling her back away from the door, just as Billy started to smash it. To call you names. To threaten you in ways that he never had before - not even while he was angry. When he said that he was going to gut you both - he looked serious, and you believed him. Something flew through the air, hitting Billy square in the face, knocking him back. The lights started flickering and you kept bringing Max away, even though she was trying to fight you on it. There was a large roar from the Sauna and you knew that you were proven right when Max seemed to stop fighting at the noise. She knew now. Billy wasn’t in there.

“He can’t get out, can he?” Max asked, a touch of fear in her voice.

“No way. No. Way.” Lucas said, perhaps a little too confidently. Only for Billy to try to prove him wrong by slamming himself up against the door. The chain broke, making a clawing feeling inside of your chest, a fear that you had never felt before. He came tumbling out, and without even thinking, you moved in front of the kids. He was going to have to go through you to get to them.

A dumbbell flew through the air to your surprise. Watching Eleven use her powers was ... breath-taking. It pinned Billy to the wall, and he was fighting against it - hard. Eleven was straining while all of you were backing up little by little, you still standing in between them and Billy as best as you could.

Until things go very wrong.

The dumbbell flies towards Eleven, but it was only a distraction, because it’s his arm that shoots out and grabs her, pulling her hair back. You start to step forward, but Mike had beaten you to it, running with a metal rod before he could take Eleven too far - and hit him over the head with it.

“Go to Hell, you piece of shit,” Mike said. He went to raise it again, but Billy caught it, turning his attention towards the barely-a-teenage boy. Before you could even blink, he was somehow raised up, Eleven’s nose bleeding as she held him with her powers and shot him through the wall to the soaking wet grass outside.

“Holy shit,” You mutter, looking through the hole as Billy gets up. There’s no way he would have been able to regularly. He couldn’t have been strong enough. That hit would have taken him to the hospital at the very least. It was worse than when his car had hit Steve. But there he was, on his feet, fleeing into the darkness of the night. Eleven collapsing into Mike’s arms became the focus after that, but you did keep looking out the hole, just in case. Trying to figure out where he could have been running to. It wasn’t in the direction of home, but you didn’t feel entirely sure that it would be safe going back there tonight.

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Millennial Mixtape Challenge

This year has been a lot of things for me - the realization that I’m getting old (I have a teenager), the publication of my first book, losing count of the amount of times I’ve watched Sons of Anarchy (I swear I’m in the double digits now), admitting to liking Tom Cruise in a movie. AND I’ve hit a thousand followers. Quadruple digits.

In honor of this achievement, I’m putting together the Millennial Mixtape challenge. I had these songs on either a burned cd that I [redacted] songs for or a cassette tape that I [redacted] the songs off the radio for. I remember sitting in front of my stereo with a blank cassette in and ready…listening to American Top 40 with Kasey Kasem to get these songs. And he always talked over either the beginning or the end of the song.

Yes, I had trouble remembering the name and artist of these songs. Yes, I did google some of them. I did tell you I was getting old.

Special shoutouts to: @moosekateer13 for helping me remember some of these songs; @caplanbuckybarnes for promoting me so much on your own blog; @fictional-affairs for allowing me to corrupt our favorite characters so much; @jensengirl83, @creatively-analytical, @saiyanprincessswanie, and @deangirl93 for being their normal supportive, wonderful selves.

Anyway - Rules:

No underage smut, no toilet play. Those are hard lines and I won’t reblog them.

Write for whoever you want otherwise. I don’t care. Maybe you’ll introduce me to a new fandom, who knows.

Moodboards are allowed. If a moodboard inspires you to write a fic, tag the creator of the board as you inspo.

No deadline. For sign ups, for submissions. Hell, this is pretty much a perpetual challenge, I guess.

More songs will be added as we go.

No limit to participants per song.

No min or max words.

Write me something inspired by the song.

Lyrics do not have to be included but are a nice touch.

I just ask that you tag me in whatever you write.

Playlist here

My taste in music is diverse, to say the least, so there should be something on here for everyone!

Heartbreak Hotel - Whitney Houston ft Faith Evans & Kelly Price

Fantasy - Mariah Carey

Gangsta’s Paradise - Coolio

Baby, Baby - Amy Grant

Creep - TLC

Incomplete - Sisqo

Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes

I Can Tell - 504 Boys

The Real Slim Shady - Eminem

How You Remind Me - Nickelback

Where My Girls At - 702

Hey Ma - Cam’ron

Get Low - Lil Jon and the East Side Boys

Float On - Modest Mouse

Differences - Ginuwine

Complicated - Avril Lavigne

Unfoolish - Ashanti

Mesmerize - Ja Rule

I Go Back - Kenny Chesney

Pony - Ginuwine

In Da Club - 50 Cent

Family Affair - Mary J. Blige

Bottom of a Bottle - Smile Empty Soul

Halo - Soil

Truly, Madly, Deeply - Savage Garden

If Your Girl Only Knew - Aaliyah

Say My Name - Destiny’s Child

That Butt Thing - Horace Trahan and the Ossun Express

Platinum in the Ghetto - Lil Keke

Clocks - Cold Play

Straight Lines - Silverchair

Get Your Freak On - Missy Elliot

Sexy Back - Justin Timberlake

Slow Jamz - Twista

Milkshake - Kelis

Ms Jackson - Outkast

Brass Monkey - Beastie Boys

Toxic - Britney Spears

As Long As You Love Me - Backstreet Boys

Come As You Are - Nirvana

Wait & Bleed - Slipknot

Last Nite - The Strokes

In The End - Linkin Park

Dilemma - Nelly ft. Kelly Rowland

Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Greenday

Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson

Fallin - Alicia Keys

Low - Flo Rida

I Kissed A Girl - Katy Perry - @downanddirtydean

I Want You Back - *Nsync

Need You Now - Lady A

Nice & Slow - Usher

Picture - Kid Rock & Sheryl Crow

I’ll Be - Edwin McCain

Break Down Here - Julie Roberts

Let Her Cry - Hootie & The Blowfish

Are You Gonna Be My Girl - Jet

Beautiful Mess - Diamond Rio

Mr. Brightside - The Killers

Welcome To The Black Parade - My Chemical Romance

I Believe in a Thing Called Love - The Darkness

U Got It Bad - Usher

Raise Up - Petey Pablo

Falling Away From Me - Korn

Bring Me To Life - Evanescence

Country Grammar - Nelly

Waterfalls - TLC

No Scrubs - TLC

Thong Song - Sisqo

Bye Bye Bye - *Nsync

What a Girl Wants - Christina Aguilera

Get the Party Started - Pink

Baby Got Back - Sir Mix-a-lot

This is How We Do It - Montell Jordan

Tearin’ Up My Heart - *Nsync

You make Me Wanna - Usher

Summer Girls - LFO

Absolutely - Nine Days

Jumpin’ Jumpin’ - Destiny’s Child

Right Thurr - Chingy

Dirrty - Christina Aguilera

What Would You Do? - City High

No Diggity - Blackstreet

I’m Real (ft. Ja Rule) - Jennifer Lopez

Ghetto Supastar - Pras, ODB

Let’s Get Married - Jagged Edge

Come On Over Baby - Christina Aguilera

Tipsy - J-Kwon

Ice Ice Baby - Vanilla Ice

There You Go - Pink

Holidae In - Chingy

Work It - Missy Elliot

Too Close - Next

The Way You Move - Outkast

Girl On TV - LFO

Crazy - Britney Spears

Dip It Low - Christina Milian

Jump - Kris Kross

Always On Time - Ja Rule

I Do!! - Toya

I wanna sex you up - Color Me Badd

Faded - SoulDescision

I wanna be bad - Willa Ford

He Loves You Not - Dream

Who Let The Dogs Out - Baha Men

I Hate Everything About You - Three Days Grace

Pain - Three Days Grace

Riot - Three Days Grace

Teardrops on My Guitar - Taylor Swift

Picture To Burn - Taylor Swift

Should’ve Said No - Taylor Swift

Monster - Skillet

Rebirthing - Skillet

I Will Not Bow - Breaking Benjamin

Polyamorous - Breaking Benjamin

Hot in Herre - Nelly

What’s Your Fantasy - Ludacris

Genie in a Bottle - Christina Aguilera

Miss Independent - Kelly Clarkson

My Baby - Lil’ Romeo

Where the Party At - Jagged Edge

Crazy - K-Ci and JoJo

Back Here - BB Mak

Candy - Mandy Moore

Larger than Life - Backstreet Boys

Shoot me an ask or DM or reblog to let me know if you’re participating! Obviously I’m all about the writers!

#writercole #thousand followers #millennial mixtape challenge #open ended #flexible rules

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Stranger Things Social Media AU - But I Knew You - (Ronance & Stonathan) - Chapter 12

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Jonathan’s POV

Jonathan spent the night watching Steve. It was scary to him how fast his emotions were changing. A week ago he completely lost himself after thinking Steve was with somebody else but when Eddie texted him yesterday morning saying there wasn’t anything between the two, in an instant Jonathan was ecstatic. Then, he tried to play it cool like the nature of Steve and Eddie’s relationship didn’t plague his mind for days. Tonight, seeing Steve exist around the kids so naturally was capturing his heart. Slowly the bad image of Steve that existed in his mind, the one that didn’t care for anyone, was replaced by the way he teased around with Dustin, the way he rolled his eyes at Mike’s jabs, the way he gave tips to Lucas and the way he flashed a warm smile to Max.

Now he was sitting at the back porch with Steve, Nancy and Robin as they, except Nancy, smoked and took a much needed break from the kids.

“I take it your house is the hangout spot?” Robin asked to Nancy with a big smile.

“Yeah, we have the basement so they can play D&D for hours without being interrupted.” Nancy answered with a smile and a sigh.

“I think they played for 10 hours one day.” Jonathan added on while laughing.

“They almost went for 12 hours with-“ Steve said and stopped abruptly.

“Eddie?” Robin asked with a scowl like she didn’t understand why Steve wouldn’t mention him.

And, Jonathan, felt weird this time. He also didn’t understand Steve’s reluctance because why would he not mention the name of his friend that he hooked up with. Robin was also close with Eddie, Jonathan now knew about Eddie and he could just mention him to Nancy without the weed part if he wanted to.

If he was somebody else and not Jonathan Byers, Jonathan would have said something right then to press Steve about not mentioning Eddie but instead he stayed silent. He was lucky because before the conversation could continue, before Steve could come up with a half-assed answer the back door opened up and Max walked out.

“Is this the adult table?” Max asked with a smirk.

All their heads turned back to her, and out of the corner of his eye Jonathan watched Steve getting pulled out of whatever mental fight he was having by Max’s words.

“Better than the kids one.” Steve shot back and Max rolled her eyes.

“Can we talk?” Max asked staring at Steve, shifting in her place.

The way Steve stood up in a second made Jonathan’s heart swell.

“You okay?” Steve asked and Robin got up on her feet too.

Max rolled her eyes again and said she was okay. Then, she asked to talk privately to Steve in a really embarrassed tone. Steve nodded and smiled warmly and dragged her away into the backyard. Robin sat back next to him and Jonathan started watching Max and Steve in the distance. Max was staring to the ground as she talked while Steve tried to catch her eye.

Robin must have noticed how intently he was watching them because she spoke up.

“Steve helped her a lot.” Robin said her eyes moving from the other two to Jonathan.

“Her step-brother was so awful.” Nancy added with anger laced in her voice. “Steve fought with him one time to protect the kids. He ended up in the hospital.”

Jonathan snapped his head so quickly at that he almost hurt his neck. His mind was filled with questions about when did that happen, how hurt Steve was really, wishing he was there for him but also being happy that he wasn’t because he didn’t think he could handle seeing Steve seriously hurt.

He turned back to Steve and Max and saw that Steve had his hand on Max’s shoulder and Max slowly raised her head as he kept talking.

“He is not-they are not going to come back to bother her, right?” Jonathan asked hesitantly, feeling his past fears creep up on him.

“No.” Nancy stated firmly. “Billy went off to some West Coast school and the lawyer Steve found made sure the stepdad wouldn’t try anything.”

Jonathan nodded slowly and felt relieved. He remembered the day Lonnie left and how him and Will build up what Will called Castle Byers. He remembered how happy he was the next morning when he realized he wouldn’t wake up to Lonnie screaming. When he hit sophomore year Lonnie started showing up again, saying he wanted to see his sons but really wanting to score some money from mom. Thankfully, soon enough after realizing he wasn’t getting any he disappeared again.

“Hey, I’m sorry. This must be bringing bad memories for you.” Nancy said quietly, probably making sure Robin wasn’t hearing because she was considerate like that.

“No, it’s okay.” Jonathan replied with a soft smile. “I’m always happy to celebrate anybody getting free from their abusers.”

Nancy nodded with a faint smile and stroked his arm gently.

“Will had me and I didn’t have anyone. I know how much it matters to have somebody to watch out for you.” Jonathan said his eyes involuntarily moving back to Steve and Max.

“I know maybe that’s not how you knew him or maybe he doesn’t seem like it but Steve cares a lot for people in his life. He would do anything for them.” Robin said, catching up to their conversation, her eyes on her best friend and Max.

When he was 16 it was Steve’s charisma, and his face and his body that caught Jonathan’s attention before he knew anything about him. After they started sleeping together Jonathan saw Steve in a completely different light. It was clear he was a caring person just based on the fact that he listened carefully to every story Jonathan told him, how he tried to memorize details like Will’s game nights to ask about how they went. But, Steve didn’t really have anything much in his life that he could care about and somehow that was one of the factors that played in their downfall because in the end Steve decided to cling to his popularity and the image his parents wanted for him. Finally, it seemed like Steve found the things, or people, to care about.

Jonathan watched Steve pull Max into a tight hug and Max cling to him, his sweatshirt balled up in her fists. Steve seemed to tighten his hold on her as he leaned in and said comforting words to her. After a few seconds her hold loosened and they let go of each other. Jonathan watched both of them wipe their tears off under the dim lights of the Wheeler backyard.

He was almost 19 and, he realized, he was falling for this caring and loving and not afraid to show emotions Steve now - the one that existed long before but was hidden underneath layers of social and familial pressures.

*a couple of notes: sorry for not uploading sooner I was dealing with some personal crises.

I couldn’t help but sneak in some found family!!! Max is like Steve’s sister here and Robin and Nancy clearly care about her too. I wanted to delve into Jonathan’s issues as well. I imagined Max thanking Steve for all he did in their talk.

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born to be my baby pt six | stranger things ; s.harrington

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chapters ;

one + two + three + four + five + the masterlist is here but it needs to be updated.

summary ;

-- pt 1 of 2 -or three, steve is the only person who makes reader/you feel safe. But will going to him throw you right into the middle of a serious shitstorm?

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flayed!creep Billy -he's about to be out of this though, swearing, Steve being protective, female reader with working female parts from birth, bit of canon deviation beginning now -changed scenes , dialogue, etc..

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The whole day has you on pins and needles. You don’t have to go in until the afternoon, around the same time as Steve and Robin, so you decide to beat the heat by going down to the pool. And when you’re sprawled out on your lounge chair, you can feel eyes fixed on you the entire time. It’s to a point at one time that you find yourself looking up and around. When you don’t find anybody looking your way, you slip the headphones back down onto your ears and go back to flipping through the episode of Cosmopolitan you were reading and this is when a throat clears above you.

“You’re startin t’ burn, darling.” his voice is so smooth. And yet, there’s something off in his tone and you’re not getting a good feeling. It’s pathetic and it’s stupid, but it’s the only thing you can think of. With the best convincing smile you can muster up, you gaze at the muscular blond over the rim of your latest pair of sunglasses and shrug before answering, “And I’ll be fine until my boyfriend gets here with the sunscreen. You should probably get back to your post.” you nod towards the empty lifeguard chair and Billy chuckles, dragging a hand through his hair.

“Boyfriend, huh?”

“Steve Harrington.” you answer and as soon as you say it, you want to die because if he finds out… you shove that train of thought out of your head. But just saying his name makes you feel safer somehow, it’s like the essence of him is present and it makes you just a little braver. You pull yourself off of your stomach and onto a sitting position in the chair, legs folded neatly. “He’s on his way here right now.”

“Mhm.” Billy’s gazing at you intently. The Flayer insists you’re lying. The Flayer is reminding him that he needs more vessels to do what needs to be done and deep down, Billy knows that his own initial attraction to you when he first noticed you about two months back has everything to do with the reason why the Flayer is so damned insistent that it’s you he takes next.

But he can’t, he doesn’t want to hurt anyone else. He hates himself for what he’s already done. He manages to get control of himself just long enough to hurry and walk away and as soon as he’s gone, you let out a ragged breath.

A girl wanders over, sitting down in the chair beside yours. After a second or two of silence, she speaks up. “He’s not a good guy.”

“Good thing I’m not interested at all, hm?” you give the girl a warm smile to thank her for the warning. Max remembers overhearing you say that Steve Harrington is your boyfriend so now she’s curious. “You’re dating somebody, right? You said his name was Steve?”

You are totally unaware that she knows him to begin with, so you laugh softly and reach out to fluff soft red hair on the girl. “Sweetheart, I wish. No, that was just uh…” you rub your forehead and use the magazine to fan yourself because the sun overhead is scorching right now, “A combination of wishful thinking and hopefully, a tactic to put that guy off of approaching me again while I’m here.”

“I don’t think it’s gonna work. I think you’ll be safer if you go.” Max says it in a way that’s so solemn that you gaze at her a second or two, puzzling it all out. Max nods to where the guy is sitting on his chair. “His name is Billy Hargrove, he’s my stepbrother and he’s a psycho with anger issues.”

The name has you frozen. Biting your lip. You met him when you first moved back to Hawkins, at some stupid party, and it was brief and fleeting and you came away with the distinct impression that he was an asshole and you had no interest in him at all. You haven’t seen him since, but he’s the guy Steve said is following you.

“Shit.”

“What?”

“That jackass is stalking me, I guess. I mean..” you laugh it off. “It’s dumb. I doubt it. I mean Steve says that he mentioned me when they talked, but like.. I barely talked to the guy five minutes at a house party when I first came back to town and I wasn’t the nicest girl when I spoke to him?” you palm your face. “Literally a psycho magnet.”

Max’s brow raises.

“My ex, Vinnie.. Whoo boy. The guy was a literal red flag in human form.” you explain before going quiet. Max settles back in the chair, it’s as if she’s made up her mind to stick around. And you don’t mind at all, it’s nice. You like the company.

As Max lounges in the chair next to yours, she makes a definite mental note to tell Steve everything you just told her. Because the more she’s been hanging around Steve and the others, the more she’s realizing that he’s a good guy, he’s lonely and honestly, he needs something -or someone, to occupy his time because he tends to think entirely too much.

You pull yourself out of the lounge chair and nod to an ice cream truck as you look down at the redhead. “You wanna walk out with me?”

“Yeah.” Max smiles. She catches sight of her other friends, waiting so that they can try trapping Billy in the sauna, and she nods to you, giving them the thumbs up. Eleven gives a relieved grin and nods to confirm that she was right, you are the girl she saw in one of Billy’s thoughts.

Lucas rushes over and stops her at the gate. “Keep her out there because Billy just got up. We’re gonna figure something out. When you hear the bird whistle, come back, okay?”

“Okay.” Max answers, gazing at Billy’s empty seat.

The two of you wander out into the parking lot to get ice cream and as you walk, you’re talking to each other. You wind up telling her about your plans to open your own salon one day, the fact that you have your own place and a lot of other stuff and she tells you about her summer so far, she warns you again about Billy, telling you some things about him that only further reinforce you relief that you didn’t decide to humor him the night you met him at that party, and then she’s telling you about some kid she’s dating named Lucas.

It’s a pretty good conversation and you’re honestly enjoying it. Max catches sight of Mike and Will gesturing to her and she nudges you. “I gotta go over and see what my friends want. I’ll uh. I’ll see you around, alright? Stay away from my stepbrother, please? I just.. I don’t wanna see him hurt anybody.”

“Oh, trust me. What you told me just now made me really glad I didn’t bother talking to him the night I met him. Thank you. You need sunscreen. All of you. Take care of your skin, damn it.” you smile as you give her the advice.

She disappears through the gate and you take your turn in line to get your snow cone. You’re just about to make your way back out to the pool but you stop by your Mustang for a minute to get yourself a cigarette and just sit there for a minute or two with the car door open and the radio playing quietly.

And inside the sauna, the kids are working on luring Billy Hargrove inside. Once they have him trapped, they turn it on full blast. Max hates doing it, she has seen just the smallest glimpses of good in her stepbrother, but she can’t let him hurt anyone.

She refuses to allow it. Little does she know, he’s already done it.

And the guilt is slowly eating him alive.

As he threatens them and bangs on the glass and tries to free himself, the kids gather outside the door so he can’t escape and they try to come up with some kind of plan to keep him locked inside. Because the heat is what drove whatever this is out of Will last year, they’re operating under the assumption that it has to work again with Billy.

–( steve, starcourt mall )

It’s a slow day for Scoops. People are all over at the carnival that’s been set up since the night before. So Steve, Dustin, and Robin are using the quiet to their advantage after Robin found blueprints of the mall in the back office.

“There’s a whole other level.” Robin points out after studying the blueprints for a few minutes intently. “This has to be another level. Below the ground. But it’s not labeled or anything.”

“Maybe it’s just storage?” Steve drags a hand through his hair.

“Maybe it’s not, Steve.” Dustin speaks up.

“We did translate that message and it did come from inside the mall.” Robin points out. Personally, she thinks that Steve might be right, but on the other hand, why did they pick up a Russian transmission inside the mall? It has her curious.

“If we go in here, through the vents. We might be able to bypass that door.” Dustin points out. “The problem is, I’m probably not gonna fit.” Dustin rubs his chin thoughtfully. “But I might know somebody who will. Let me go find somebody real quick.” Dustin leaves to go find his friends and see if maybe he can get one of them to help them with this stakeout they’re planning tonight,

As Dustin is walking out, you’re walking in. Steve damn near swallows his tongue at the sight of you with wild damp hair and the little thin dress you’re wearing as a swimsuit cover up. He actually does cough a little because it feels like all the air has been knocked right out of his lungs.

You’re shaken up, he can practically feel it before you even walk over. His stomach twists. Are you going to cancel plans tonight?

Robin nudges him after a second or two of whispering back and forth with you and she nods her head at you as she does it. “Guess who cornered her at the pool…”

Steve’s fist clenches but he takes off the stupid hat and makes his way over to the booth you’re sitting in.

“Hey. Is everything okay?” he asks, gazing at you as he sits down in the booth across from you. You take a deep breath. It’s an attempt to calm yourself down but going through it all again in your head doesn’t help a damn thing. He repeats his question and you take a deep breath again. “Billy.. He came up to me at the pool and it was just.. Really weird and creepy? I feel like if I hadn’t said what I said to get him to leave, he might have been about to try something?”

Steve swears under his breath and makes a mental note to find Billy and kick his teeth down his throat for him later. “Okay, well what’d you tell him to get him to go away?”

You were hoping he wouldn’t ask that question.

“Told him I had a boyfriend. I’m actually surprised it worked? He strikes me as the pushy type.” you admit, going quiet. Praying to hell Steve doesn’t ask you who you named as this made-up boyfriend because you’re figuring it out real early that you absolutely cannot lie to him. Not even a teeny little white lie for his own good. You almost want to let out a sigh of relief when he doesn’t ask you. “Then I met his stepsister and she just made sure I want absolutely no part of that fucking guy near me at any time, ever.” you continue, shaking your head. Now that you’re thinking about it all, it’s almost laughable how rattled you are and how little it took to make you rattled.

And on his side of the table, Steve is torn between hoping that the fact that you came to him immediately after this happened means something and telling himself that most likely, you came by because it’s Robin who calms you down and it’s Robin you needed to see. She’s like a sister to you, after all.

,, But if she came to me, oh man… To know that I’m th’ one who makes her feel safe, shit… I’d love that.” the thought comes and he tries to shove it out again but he just can’t. Because now that he’s thinking about it, he wants it to be true. He wants it more than the air he breathes. So bad he can taste it.

“The whole thing just felt off to me when he came over to talk. Especially after what you told me last night.” you speak up after a second or two. Steve nods. “Yeah, he seemed weird the night he told me all that. He didn’t say anything else to you or anything…Right?” he’s gazing at you in concern when he asks. You shake your head and take a few shaky breaths. What you say next has just the smallest sliver of hope growing before he can stop it.

“I wanted to tell you. Because I just.. I needed to talk to somebody, I needed to see if I was crazy or over-reacting at all.”

It’s not quite you admitting why you’re actually here with him right now, but it’s close enough for now. You’re afraid to just say it, tell him that he was the first person you thought about when it came to feeling less freaked out after the confrontation with Billy happened. But you want to tell him so bad that every single time you open your mouth you think the words will just pour right out.

And it’ll make everything a huge mess.

And the awkwardness, oh god. It’ll be horrible.

And you’d rather have him as a friend than not have him at all, so there’s no need to rock the boat.

It doesn’t stop you from wanting to, though.

“Shit. I need to change and go to my counter. Can I..” you nod towards the back of the shop as you gaze at Steve, “Can I change in here? I was freaking out a little so I didn’t go back to my place to change.”

Steve chuckles, nodding. “Yeah. Go ahead.”

As you go to make your way back, he grabs your wrist. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

He has to ask because you were really rattled when you came in and he’s worried, he knows he won’t stop worrying until you make him believe you’re fine and so far, you really haven’t.

You take a deep breath and shrug. “I got away from him. I’ll be okay. I’ll just be careful.” you do your best to reassure him, giving him a weak smile. He seems to relax a little and nods. “Yeah, I’ll walk you out tonight, okay? I think that’s a better idea than walking out by yourself.”

“Okay. You don’t… if the store is busy, it’ll be fine. I’ll be alert, I promise.”

“No, no. Nope. I’ll walk out with you.” Steve insists. And you know he’s stubborn and he’ll argue with you so you just smile and nod, agreeing to it.

After you’ve changed for work, you make your way out of the back and Steve nudges Robin. “I’m gonna walk her to work, just in case.”

“Please? She was freaking out when she came in here. I think she definitely believes you about Hargrove now.” Robin gives him a thankful smile .

Steve makes his way over to you, a hand against your lower back. “I’ll walk down with you.” he insists. You turn to face him, taking a breath or two and giving him a weak but grateful smile. “Thank you. I know this is probably dumb..” and he’s shaking his head no. Because it isn’t dumb, he doesn’t blame you for freaking out at all. Especially given what Billy said to him during their last run-in.

He watches as you disappear into the department store and then he makes his way back down to Scoops Ahoy, just in time for Dustin to show back up with Erica Sinclair in tow.

“Where’s everybody else?”

“They were busy. Nobody answered but Erica.” Dustin explained. Steve dragged a hand over his face and blew out an exasperated breath, blowing another when Erica launches a demand for free ice cream whenever she wants it.

Everything about letting her get involved felt wrong but Dustin insisted, so Steve reluctantly agreed. As the stores began to close for the night, Steve made his way down to the department store you work in so that he could walk you out to your car like he promised earlier.

You’re waiting out in front of the store, a shopping bag by your feet and he chuckles as he stops in front of you. “Ready?” he asks, offering you his arm. You link your arm through and the two of you wander out into the parking lot

“See you in an hour or two.” you’re smiling up at him and he nods.

Then it hits him… Tonight they’re trying to sneak into the basement level of the mall. To see if there’s anything going on.

He rubs his forehead. “I might be later, actually. Robin and I..” he stops, brain frantic as he tries to come up with something on the fly. He doesn’t like telling you a lie, but he also knows that he doesn’t want you worrying or worse, insisting on sticking around tonight. He doesn’t want anything to happen to you so he tells himself that a little white lie, just this once, it won’t be a bad thing.

It comes to him.

“Robin and I have to stay later to restock and clean up. I think the owner said somethin about inventory?” Steve gazes at you, giving an apologetic smile. “But I can’t wait, okay? I shouldn’t be too late. If somethin happens, I’ll call.”

You nod and smile before getting into your car to start the drive back to your apartment. Steve stands in the lot, watching you go. Waiting until he knows you’ve made it out onto the main road before he walks back into the mall.

As he wanders back into Scoops, he takes a few shaky breaths. “If we’re going to do this, we need to get it over with.”

“You didn’t see Billy, did you?” Robin asks, gazing at Steve in concern. Steve shakes his head. “No, he wasn’t anywhere to be seen tonight. I guess that’s a good thing. Maybe whatever she told him at the pool earlier will put him off popping up any more.”

“I hope so.” Robin mumbles, going quiet.

– ( your apartment )

After the incident at Hawkins Pool, you’re rattled. You’re looking in your rearview every few seconds on the drive home and every single time, you expect to see the dark blue Camaro behind you, tailing you again but so far, it hasn’t. You can feel yourself start to relax as you turn into the back lot behind the bar your apartment is on top of and as you park, you take several long and deep breaths.

You’re just about to get out of the car when you hear the rumble of an engine and it’s similar to that Camaro. This freezes you up. When you realize it’s a car around front in the bar parking lot and it’s not a Camaro, you take another deep breath and make yourself get out quickly, locking your car. You rush to the door leading into the back of the building and you rush up the stairs until you see the red door of your apartment in sight.

“I’m clearly being an idiot.” you mumble to yourself as you make yourself slow down and walk the rest of the hallway until you reach your front door. You’re putting the key in the lock when a throat clears from behind you.

You turn and see him standing there and your blood freezes in your veins. The keys fall out of your hands and you swallow hard.

He crosses the hallway and he’s standing in front of you, the jerky stumbling movements he took to get to you strike you as him being drunk or on something and this only makes the fear you feel heightened.

“Don’t be scared, darlin.”

He raises a hand to touch you and his hand is cold as ice. There’s dried blood on his knuckles as if he’s busted them somehow. He tries to get closer but you manage to nudge the unlocked door and you kick the keys inside, shutting the door in his face as soon as you’re safely on the other side of it. You lock all three of the locks and your heart is pounding like a runaway train by now.

Every part of you wants to call Steve because you’re scared shitless but every part of you knows that not only would that not make sense, that he’d take too long to get here from the mall and somehow, he’d wind up hurt, because Billy Hargrove looks crazier tonight, it’s downright terrifying, that vacant look in his eyes.

The door is being beaten down and he’s laughing. Taunting you through the closed door at your back. The door is rattling in the frame and you’re fighting back tears as bile rises to your throat. “Go the fuck away!” you scream out.

And then it’s quiet. But the damage is done, you’re too afraid to stick around to see if Billy comes back or not. You grab your keys and you pull open the window that leads out onto the fire escape and you make your way down the fire escape in a rush, the second your feet are on the ground, you're making a blind run to your car and once you’re inside it, you’re speeding towards Starcourt Mall.

And you’re just hoping to hell on your way there that Steve and Robin haven’t left yet…

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Max's Monster

Day 10, gives us another first! I mean, I couldn't do an entire challenge without adding some fantasy to the mix, and Max Lord seemed like a good fit.

This is a mostly silly little story taking place in the aftermath of WW84, when Max is trying to get back on his feet. He encounters a creature that won't leave him alone, which turns out to be a blessing in disguise. Warnings include cursing, and kind of monsterfucking I guess, but not explicit. No reader insert.

Word Count: 3280 Author’s Masterlist Birthday Stories

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Okay, so he wasn’t the best man to ever have lived, but this time it really wasn’t his fault. How was he supposed to foresee that the thing would land in his lap, of all damn places? It wasn’t like he’d gone looking for it, it had literally fallen out of the sky…

Sitting in his home office, he stared at the strange little creature, now asleep on his desk, curled into a tight ball that didn’t really seem big enough to accommodate all its limbs. He hadn’t actively carried it to his car, or into the house, it had just decided to tag along, no matter how vigorously he’d tried to shoo it away. And if there was one thing he didn’t need, it was more supernatural entities encroaching on his life. Truth be told… the thing gave him the creeps.

Eyeing it suspiciously, expecting it to pounce at any moment, whether to eat him or just refuse to leave him alone, he slowly got up from his chair, and started sneaking towards the door. It didn’t move, and once he’d closed the door to the office, he breathed a sigh of relief. This was the first moment since he’d encountered the creature, while out on a run earlier that afternoon, that he was alone.

He stayed quiet as he went about his evening routines, listening intently for any sounds coming from the room at the end of the hall, where it was presumably now trapped, but he heard nothing. Climbing into bed, he made himself relax and stop listening, and surprisingly easily drifted off to sleep. And when he woke up the next morning, he’d all but forgotten about it, stretching and climbing out of bed to head for the toilet.

It wasn’t until he stepped out into the hallway again, fully dressed and ready for work, that he remembered and looked at the office-door. It was open. Crap. Half expecting the thing to drop down on top of him again, he looked around in every direction, but there was nothing there. And a closer inspection of the office revealed it to be empty, unless it was hiding in the ceiling lamp.

Feeling… uneasy, given that it seemed entirely likely that he might’ve hallucinated the whole thing, except for the open door, which he knew that he’d closed, he went to the kitchen. He needed coffee and newspapers, normality. Maybe he hadn’t imagined anything, maybe the damned thing had just been looking for a safe place to spend the night. Yeah, it was probably long gone.

He collected the papers and poured the coffee, as always, sitting down on one of the stools at the island as he began to leaf through them, happy to find his own name absent, for once. But then a movement to his right caught his eye and he automatically turned his head towards it, and then jumped off the stool, sending coffee and papers flying everywhere, because the seat next to him suddenly wasn’t empty.

A woman sat there. And she looked… annoyed. He’d never seen her before, he would’ve remembered those incredibly green eyes, but she seemed to know him.

“Who are you? And how did you get in here?” he demanded, but she just shook her head.

“Where is it?” her voice seemed oddly familiar, like déjà vu, almost.

“Huh? Where’s what?” he pressed, and she actually scoffed at him. She, the trespasser, had the nerve to scoff at him.

“The dragon, dummy. What’d you do with it?”

His face fell as his head began to hurt. For one – the damned thing was real, and exactly what he’d hoped it wouldn’t be, despite its appearances. And two – this woman was some manner of superdupertrooper. Either an Amazon like Diana, or something else, but clearly not your average human.

“Oh, great. So now when I’m finally getting back on track, finally getting my business working again, my life into some semblance of order, I’m being dragged back into the supernatural? No thank you.”

“No one’s dragging you anywhere, Max, you invited the dragon to come with you.” her tone was a little too condescending, as the words alone would’ve been enough to make him feel stupefied.

“I didn’t invite it! It wouldn’t leave me the hell alone! I was just jogging in the canyon, minding my own business, and it dropped down on me out of the fucking blue and wouldn’t go away!”

Despite his anger flaring, she started smiling, and it made his insides boil. The nerve of this woman…

“Did you at any point say anything along the lines of: I don’t want your company, thank you. Or: Please leave me alone. Or, how about: I’m sorry, I can’t help you.?”

He stood there fuming, but he couldn’t retort because he hadn’t said anything of the sort, which she had already figured out, evident as she carried on.

“Or, did you say things more along the lines of: get away from me, what do you want, stop it, get off me…?”

He wanted to take her face in his hands and squish it together, just to get rid of the ever-present smirk that sat somewhere in her upper lip and cheekbones. But that still wouldn’t make her wrong in her assumptions.

“A lizard dropped on me from a clear blue sky, and you think that I had the presence of mind to be polite? I thought it was gonna eat me!”

Her responding cackle was infuriating, and he’d just about had it with this conversation. The problem was that he didn’t know what sort of creature she was, or what she could do to him, nor how she got in or how he could possibly get her to leave against her will.

“It’s two feet long! How would something that small eat all of…” she gestured casually to his entire person, “…you.”

“Are you gonna tell me who or what you are, or should I just continue to mentally refer to you as Bitch?”

If she was in any way offended by that, she didn’t show it. She got up from the stool and stepped closer, still with that smirk not-so-hidden in her features.

“My name is Eden Tripom, and while you’re correct to assume that I’m not human, I have nothing to do with the Amazon’s.”

“Eden… that’s rich. What do you want?” he huffed, trying to sound calm but failing slightly, because her sudden closeness was making him extremely nervous. She was smaller than him, in both length, breadth and overall, but there was something very… imposing about her.

“I go where the dragon goes.” she shrugged.

“But it’s not even here anymore!” he pressed, but her smile just widened.

“So, because you can’t see it right now, it must’ve vanished? Is that how you go through life, Max? Never seeing the cracks and little nooks around you where things can hide.” she mused as she moved closer, so near him now that he could feel her body-heat against his shirt, and he reflexively started backing away. “Never acknowledging that perhaps even a dumb little lizard might just be smarter than you.”

Moving ever closer, she now had him backed up against a wall, and didn’t stop until her body was flush against his and her breath left warm little trails on his neck. And why the fuck was he aroused by that?

“That sounds dangerously ignorant of a man that’s supposedly a great tactician and manipulator.”

“I’m trying to be better.” he bit back, as her words cut at his insides. He was more than aware of his shortcomings, and the impact they’d had, especially on Alistair.

She stepped back then, stopping just a few feet away, but enough to let him breathe a little easier and try and get his body to stop wanting to bend her over the nearest piece of furniture.

“Good. Keep that up, Max. Because once you’ve invited it in, the dragon won’t leave until you’ve proven that your heart is good.”

Wait… what?? He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose for a second, trying to get the headache to ease up, and when he opened them to ask what she meant by that, she was suddenly gone, leaving him reeling.

“What the fuck is going on!?” he screamed while turning in a circle, but no one responded.

He sighed and got to work cleaning up the coffee-stains and scattered papers, before leaving the house and getting in his car, heading into work and muttering to himself throughout the entire drive. But when he parked in the underground garage and reached over to the passenger seat to get his leather bag, the thing was sitting on it. The thing that was apparently a miniature dragon and the biggest pain of his existence at that moment.

“This is not happening. I have important meetings today; I can’t have a… You can’t come in with me.”

It didn’t move at all, just kept ogling him with its big almond-shaped black eyes, seeming to twinkle at him like stars in what he assumed was its best attempt at puppy-eyes.

“No. Absolutely not.” he persisted, crossing his arms over his chest demonstratively.

He left the parking lot feeling oddly defeated, and indeed somehow outsmarted, with the damned dragon hiding in his bag. But by the end of the day, he had to admit that he was positively surprised by the little critter. It hadn’t showed itself to anyone but him, actively hiding whenever someone was close, even warning him when someone was about to storm into his office unannounced, as it could apparently hear better than him, and quickly ducked out of sight. He still didn’t understand why it had decided to cling to him, or what that whole thing with Eden was about, but at least they didn’t seem to wanna ruin anything for him.

Getting back home that evening, he was tired, and ordered some pizza, eating in front of the tv, which he could only do when Alistair wasn’t home, and offered some to the dragon without really thinking about it. Everything needs to eat, right? But it didn’t want any. He hadn’t seen it put anything in its mouth at all, hadn’t even seen it open its mouth, come to think of it, and suddenly he was concerned.

“You want something else? What the heck do dragons even eat?”

He got up to go to the fridge, looking for something else to offer, but just as he opened it…

“Mmm, this is good. Where’s it from?”

He didn’t turn around, just closed the fridge door and sighed as he recognized the voice.

“Eden. Please, help yourself.” his voice betrayed just how tired he was, not simply from the workday but of all this weirdness. Where did she even pop up from? And when he did eventually turn, there she was, munching on a slice of pizza while curled up in his sofa, as comfy as if she’d lived there for years.

“Thank you. How was your day?” she chirped, and he hated how the happiness in her voice made him envious.

“Great.” he offered, but his tone was flat and since his appetite had all but vanished, he headed for his bedroom instead of returning to the sofa.

“Hey, where are you going, you’ve barely touched your food?” she called after him and he stopped by the entrance to the hallway that led to the rooms, turning back to meet her eyes, watching the joy fade away as he answered.

“Look, I’m not in the mood for whatever game this is. I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but the last year hasn’t been that good for me. I did something terrible, and yes, I’m aware that I deserve the consequences, but I am trying to build an actual company again. I’m trying to give my son a tangible legacy, something he can inherit and be proud of, and it has been one battle after another, all the way, because no one wants to work with me. So, whatever this is, just please… stop messing with me.”

He didn’t wait to see if she’d reply, he just went to his bedroom and closed the door, finding the dragon sitting on his pillow, and for the first time, he was glad to see it. Glad to not be alone.

The rest of the week carried on in much the same vein, the creature staying beside him no matter where he went or what he did, but always out of sight, and before he knew it, he’d started treating it like a pet. Talking to it whenever they were alone, mindlessly stroking the smooth scales over its sides, unknowingly shifting himself to accommodate it whenever it came looking for affection or closeness. By Saturday, the only thing that bugged him about it, was that Eden had never come back after Tuesday evening’s pizza talk.

She’d said that she went wherever the dragon did, and that he’d need to prove himself a good person before it would leave him alone, which he’d assumed meant that he wouldn’t get rid of her either, until then. Yet, she was nowhere to be seen. Alistair would be back from his mother’s the next evening, and he wasn’t sure how to explain how or why the creature was there. He still didn’t understand it himself.

That night as he was about to get into bed, he sat down on the side of it, looking at the dragon that was already curled up in its usual spot, by the right-hand side corner of the pillow, pushing its neck up against the softness of the down.

“I’m sorry.” he offered gently, watching it open its eyes and look at him, realizing that he would miss those eyes if it left him. “For yelling at you when you first appeared and being less than kind in my efforts to get rid of you. I was shocked and scared, but Eden was right; that’s no excuse. If I’d just stopped and looked at you, I would’ve seen that you meant me no harm. I don’t know why you chose me, or what it is that either of us are supposed to do, but… I wanna thank you. Thank you for letting me feel less alone. And for reminding me that kindness gets you further than false charm.”

The dragon slowly rose to its feet, and then sat down on its haunches before him, and as he watched, it changed colour, from the darkest black to a gorgeous emerald green. From its claws to its tail and the tips of its wings it now almost shined and glimmered against the light of the bedside lamp. But something about its eyes suddenly seemed different. It took him a minute to see it, but then his eyes widened as the realization dawned. He’d seen that look before, just not on a creature.

“Eden…?”

Before his eyes, the dragon transformed, until the only hint that it had once been a cute little lizard, was that deep green of her eyes that had been the first thing he’d noticed about her.

“Well done, Max. You’ve proved a good man at heart, which means I can now leave you in peace.”

“Wait… I don’t understand. Why-… Who are you? Why did you do this? Why me?” he rattled off the questions as they crashed through his mind, trying to put any piece of the puzzle together, but failing entirely.

“I’ve had a lot of names over the years, but they all mean the same thing. Whether in a language your people have long forgotten, or in the form of an anagram, whatever I call myself it always holds the same meaning.”

Anagram. He was good at those, so it surprised him that he hadn’t worked it out sooner.

Eden Tripom.

“Redemption…” it fell from his lips in a whisper, the incredulous, awestruck whisper of a man fully aware that he was utterly undeserving. He always had been. Always. In every stretch and period of his life, he’d been repeatedly informed that he was worthless, a fact now so harshly ingrained in his person that he internally rebelled against what she was offering. But she could see it and refused to let him.

“I chose you because I could see your pain from the stratosphere, Maxwell. You carry so much injustice, so much hurt, that it spills onto the whole world when you lose control of it. The dreamstone was a catalyst, amplifying that part of you for its own benefit, but it didn’t create it. And as long as you cling to that pain, you will always be at risk for something else to bite into it and make it spread. But that is not who you are. You’ve shown me who you truly are, and it is a beautiful thing to behold. Don’t ever let that go, Max.”

She didn’t give him a chance to object to her words, as she leaned forwards and pulled him into her embrace, kissing him with the sweetest passion and sparking his own as though a lightning bolt had struck him. Over the course of that night, she used his pleasure to draw pain out of his heart, inch by inch. Leaving him so raw after each tussle, that he broke down and confessed things to her, cried into the softness of her skin, begged her to love him and to never leave him.

And when the new day dawned, he awoke to a feeling of excitement that he hadn’t experienced since he’d been a young boy. His bed was empty, but still he smiled. Because somehow, she hadn’t just broken down his walls and forced him to deal with his pain, she’d also taken it out of him, and the freedom that suddenly spread through him in its stead, was too amazing to let him feel sad.

He skipped into the living room, turned on the radio and danced to the first piece of music that filled the space, sang along as he recognized it, clapping his hands and whooping when there were no lyrics to follow. He couldn’t remember ever having felt so light and happy.

Something made the entire house shake for a moment, and he stopped moving to listen. It sounded again shortly before the sunlight outside the windows and French doors on the south side of the building were obscured, and all at once, he knew what it was. He ran for the doors, opening them up wide as he stepped through them and looked up at what was now a full-sized green dragon, just landing in his backyard.

Her scales seemed almost sheer against the brightness of the sun, and her almond-eyes, peering down on him from some twenty feet in the air, were without question the same ones he’d been staring into all night. It was impossible and strange and perhaps kinky to think that he’d spent six hours fucking a dragon, but he didn’t care. She was so much more than that, and he would forever be grateful for her attention. For choosing him.

There was nothing left to be said between them, this was just a gesture of goodbye. She held his gaze for another few moments, and then leapt into the air and took to the skies, carrying his pains and sorrows to be burned away in the heat of the sun outside the protection of the atmosphere.

And after half a life wasted trying to outrun or outdo his own past, Max was finally free.

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rolandrockover · 6 months

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One of the Riffings

Since I'm one of those people who Kiss passed by in the second half of the 80s, I only heard Smashes, Thrashes & Hits after my personal Kiss Renaissance in 1992 for the first time (1). Eager to discover and soak up everything I missed from 80's Kiss, I saw this CD as a not a bad investment for the first step in my very best intentions, of course. And with the songs given to me, such as Heaven's on Fire or Tears are Falling, I found myself in the best of sonic company. And somehow also with (You make me) Rock Hard. And there we have that darn word again: Somehow. Oh well.

So today I decided to do this little incorrigible part of me a favor and give a few words about this song to the best. What sticks out in my mind then and now is the opening riff, which mainly creeps through the verses. Is it just me, or does it sound like Love Gun? It can't be that I have only imagined it for over 30 years? Not that I've been listening to (You Make Me) Rock Hard for 30 years, no, no, I just can't help thinking that its little riff must have fallen out of Love Gun at some point, or broken out of it, and I can't remember exactly where to put it back in. The best place to put it would be in Love Gun's main riff, after the machine gun salvo, right? Best to the refrain under the vocals. That would be like adding a screw to an engine, which would never have been missing in the end, but hey, let's just leave it at that, because I will probably never approach this matter more extensively (2) .

We should get to the more interesting part of this writing anyway, namely the popular game in Kiss: "Take something completely different and make it sound like Kiss". And what could be more fitting than One of the Living by Tina Turner, written by none other than Holly Knight. I mean, Paul probably knew her best of all participants (3), if I may say so, which for me is the prerequisite that this graceful piece of pop music should not have escaped him as a songwriter, neither in any other way. And thus we would have now at least two good reasons to like Rock Hard. And all this without the jokes, which I originally intended to crack in leaning on the its title and Paul's genitals.

Side Notes:

(1) I've been a fan of this band since 1980, but I've largely neglected this fact for long stretches of the unmasked period since ca. '84, apart from a few rather irregular but nonetheless intense exceptions. It wasn't until Revenge that I got completely back on track.

(2) Wrong.

(3) Namely Dianne Warren and, of course, the usual suspect, Desmond Child.

Here we have them all, Love Gun and its soft-spoken offshoot (You Make Me) Rock Hard, as well as Tina Turner's terrific One of the Living in the even more terrific Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome opening credits version. My best regards at this point to Holly Knight. Somebody tell Trent Reznor that this woman wants to make music with him. Just press the play buttons, people, but not all at once please:

(You Make Me) Rock Hard (1988)

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Love Gun (1977)

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One of the Living (1985)

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carsdreamtoo · 3 years

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Admitting - Cal x f!Reader

You and Cal have been getting to know each other a little better across the race season, will this be the day that Cal finally admits those hidden feelings?

First xReader submission, I'm hoping to make more of these <3 However this is just some fluff to get started and stretch those writing muscles!

Tags/Genre: Fluff/Feelings / Soft

Pairing: Cal Weathers x f!Reader (female)

Words: 2,671

The air vibrated with the snarling and revving of engines, cars gunning their torque to the very max, moving and sliding around one another and their tires nothing but a blur as they sailed across the searing hot tarmac. The chorus and cheer of the crowd was loud and almost deafening, echoing across the stadium as the sun set, the orange hue settling upon the stadium like a warm blanket. The outside world didn't matter, it was almost as though all the elements had aligned only for this moment here, two cars struggling for leadership in the feat of speed and skill, a light blue faded stock car, and the blazing red of his opponent. It was the only things that the cameras trained on, the audience collectively seeming to hold it's breath as the cars moved at breakneck speed. The white flag flew, and the cheers and cries only became louder, the excitement raging through each and every car that was intended heavily for two contenders. The cars behind the leaders seemed to fall further and further behind, leaving to two racers in a world of their own, their concentrated frowns focusing on eating up the track in front of them. Crew chief's were yelling to their racers through the mics, trying to put in one last effort to spur their charges on, desperate to at least get a few more points in the leadership, and set them up for the next set of races. Though it was mostly in vain, there were no real changes in position, and the racers all looked tired and mostly done. One such pit stop however wasn't exerting such effort to keep their racer going, the legendary Strip Weathers watching his nephew with pride as he slowly inched out in front of the famous Lightning McQueen, seeing the thrill on the young Dinoco sponsee's face, remembering when he too felt that rush. Beside him was a long time friend and inspiration, Doc Hudson, to watch and support Cal in his mid race season. On the other side of the 'Fabulous Hudson Hornet', was where you stood, a young avid car that could be arguably Cal's 'biggest fan'. You whistled and shouted along with the crowd as Cal soared closer and closer to the finishing line, leaping on the spot in triumph as the blue male practically ate the ground up, diving across the finishing line in a blaze of roars from the audience. You felt yourself leap up ecstatically, cheering out in victory and support, flashes of color and cheer echoing through the stadium with a deafening buzz. He instantly plunged himself into doing donuts upon the track, his tires squealing and engine revving, the friction causing white smoke to plume from the tarmac, his laughter being heard as he peeled away, taking a winning lap round the track at the cheer of his fans. The feeling was indescribable, and he felt his mood soar higher than the stadium itself, the smile fixed permanently onto his face. Though despite this, he was all the more eager to get back to the pits... knowing full well who was there. He sped along to his stop, skidding to a halt as he glanced up to his uncle, who smiled down proudly to him. "Real proud of ya' Cal" Strip beamed to his nephew, to which Cal only smiled wider. "Thanks Uncle..." He started, hearing the congratulations come at him from all sides from his crew, Doc giving a small nod of congratulations, though ready to rib his own young racer for his loss. Cal graciously accepted the praise, though his eyes continued to search, one face on his mind, before he finally caught a glimpse of you, his mind instantly distracted. You moved under the barrier and approached him excitedly, your lights practically flickering in excitement as they did when you dealt with strong emotions. "Cal! That was amazing! Congratulations!" You beamed, practically hopping on the spot. Despite his calm and friendly nature, you still felt the bubble of nervous emotion every time you uttered a word to the cerulean racer... there was something about him that made you feel lighter than air, and to say you were addicted to the feeling was an understatement. "Thank you... You know I really couldn't have-" He started, when

he saw the media spilling onto pit row, to which he shot you an apologetic smile. Although he wasn't sure what could truly come of it, he didn't want you in the media... he didn't know how that could effect you, and didn't want to put you in that position. You weren't a racer, and he was aware of that. "I'm sorry Miss (y/n)... I won't be long" He promised you, his voice gentle as you also spotted the cameras on their way, your face falling for just a millisecond, knowing he would be torn away yet again. "Oh! No, no take your time, you deserve it!" You said now, covering the slight disappointment you held, and getting hurriedly out the way, just in time for the cameras to focus on him, the interviewer Shannon Spokes beginning to congratulate him herself. It was always this way between you two... just snippets of time together, before his busy life would separate you again. You were pleased for him.. of course you were. And proud! But these small interactions didn't sate the longing that was in your heart.. You of course were too embarrassed to admit the crush you held for the racer, and getting to know him over the race season was always the highlight of your week. You had both hit it off almost immediately at a pre-warming party held by the Piston Cup organizers in order to let the racers mingle, and to bring everyone together before the big season. You had merely gone purely on a whim with a friend that knew one of the racers rather well, and you were now glad that you did. Very glad. The desire to have more than just tiny moments that you could lock in your memories was always there, and in the mean time, all you could do was just hope and wish. You moved over to where the pit box stood, carefully watching Cal with a gentle smile, your heart racing just a little. You couldn't quite hear what was being said, though you blinked as you saw his tires suddenly balloon, Guido racing out from behind the Dinoco racer, and his calls after the cackling racers. You giggled at the sight, feeling just a little sorry for him, before you heard another voice pry you from your thoughts. "We'll meet him up by the victory podiums. You can tear your eyes away from the love of your life in order to do that, can't you?" Your friend parked at your side, and you raised a brow, scoffing. "Pff, you wish, you'd just looooove to be the matchmaker right now wouldn't you" you mused, before feeling a tire kick your side in play. "I'm better at it than you!" She teased, causing you to turn slightly. "Yeah?" You rebutted, playfully tackling your friend as you had when you were kids, leaping off and trying to evade the revenge attack that would no doubt come your way, move giggles erupting from the pair of you. Little to either of your knowledge, Cal watched with a soft smile on his face, his gaze following you as you left. -- The confetti reigned free as it exploded high above the podiums, twirling down and settling upon the ground, flashes everywhere as photos were being taken, and more chants and cries could be heard as fans were desperate for their favorite racer to notice them. The audience seemed to settle as a microphone was hitched near Cal, and he began to give his winning speech to them all, smiling gently as his gaze moved through the crowd. "Thank you all! It's such an honor to race, as it always is, and I couldn't do it without the love and support of all you guys out there!" He started, hearing the cheers rising. "I hope to only bring more wins to the season, and bag another one for Team Dinoco!" He added, waving his tire out to the fans, before his eyes rested upon a certain car in particular, and a tender smile came to his face. "But lastly... I wanna dedicate this win to Miss (y/n)... she's been a real inspiration to me lately... I owe her" He said now, continuing to watch you as he spied the blush creep across your hood, you gaze falling as the embarrassed smile appeared. He.. he said that? He really said your name on stage.. in front of everyone! He laughed gently, not paying attention to the next speech from

Lightning, only persisting in gazing to you in the crowd. To him... there was no one else in the area, and he could only see you. Suddenly he didn't want to be on the podium, finally twisting his gaze away from you to look to the track, the last of the sunlight glinting against the tarmac, to which he smiled, an idea forming. By the time the speeches and congratulations were done, the stadium was clearing out, and Cal made his way through the crowd to watch you make your way back to the pits, presumably to help clear up as you always did. You didn't like being swallowed by the crowd and being caught in the rush... besides, any extra time you got to maybe watch Cal wind down on the track or just have any moment with him, was worth the late nights. He revved his engine a little louder as he approached, in order to let you know he was there, seeing your brake lights shine and your gaze rest on your mirror. The blush was back instantly, but you tried to push it down and resume some soft of confidence... even if it left the moment he appeared, as always. "Well hello stranger..." You half teased, before you chuckled. "I see... now that you've grown bored of the screaming and adoring fans, all chanting and desperate for your attention, you've come to me" You mused, giving him a smirk. "Well... only so much I can take being yelled at, ya'know?" He smiled in return, before he looked to the track again. You had paused, though had started to turn away, and he reached out with a tire to stop you, causing you to pause. "You ok?" You asked in concern, and a smile flashed out on his face. "Couldn't be better... but I want you to come with me" He said now, nodding toward the track. You glanced over, unsure, seeing the vast tarmac stretch before you two, your heart thumping a little harder. "You want me to...?" You started, waving your tire to get him to carry on the sentence. "Just come with me" He smiled, leading the way toward the gate that led to the track. He weaved through, and finally his tires gradually touched the track, his gaze following the loop round, glancing back to see you hesitating. "It's ok" He assured the you, holding out a tire for you. You gently moved out onto the track, your tires meeting with the smooth surface, keeping yourself low upon the ground. You could feel the heat radiating off it, and you fancied you could almost hear the many years of racing engines and cheering crowds, their chanting and excitement being sucked into the very foundations. You watched as the track shone in the sun, following the smooth lines as it slipped to the side. "It's... bigger than I thought" You said quietly, moving up to him. "They don't quite capture the size on tv, do they?" He asked with a smile, to which you shook your hood. He watched you for a moment, keeping you pinned to the spot with his eyes, before he smiled again. "You wanna go for a lap?" "Really?" You asked, your tone questioning, but your eyes danced with the excitement that he loved. With little warning, his engine growled, wheels spinning, before he shot off like an arrow, sailing once more around the track. A deeper blush seemed to fix itself permanently to your hood, his engine sounded tantalizing after all, but you couldn't help but let that smile slip over your features. "Oho, no you don't" You smirked, your own engine thrown into gear as you gunned it, dashing off after the racer. You felt the ground only pass by faster and faster as you started to push yourself onward, settling into a rhythm, despite how scary the track was up close, closing in on the blue car. He moved up a little, laughing out loud as you pulled up beside him, seeing the joy on your face as you raced on, raising your brow a couple times at him, your engine snarling as you pushed ahead, taking the lead. He laughed again, and began to pursue you, spurring the you on, though not overtaking you. Instead he watched you with a gentle gaze, seeing you thoroughly enjoying your experience was giving him a rather nice flutter to his heart. You sailed across the finish

line, before you half spun, facing him as he crossed it too. "Congratulations, now you've won too!" He said, before he chuckled lightly. "Hm, maybe I should be the one to race for Dinoco" You teased, before you saw Cal's expression turn serious. "I mean... I could go talk to Tex..." He started, before you laughed. "No! No, no I don't... No!" You said between laughter, which was only echoing his own. "Well... you're pretty fast... perhaps you would do better than me" He said now, snickering lightly, the sparkle in his eyes brighter than ever as he got to hear your laughter over and over. "Does someone want to retire early? That's the sense I'm getting right now" You giggled, to which he raised a brow. "Honestly, if it meant I got to spend more time with you, I'd do it" He said without thinking, causing you both to look to each other in surprise. You felt your hood warm again, lowering your gaze as Cal seemed to grimace, before deciding that he was already down the rabbit hole, he may as well finish. "Miss (y/n)..." He started, to which you gazed up softly. "I've told you... I'm not Miss (y/n), just call me (y/n)" You breathed, to which he chuckled lightly. "You know I need my manners" He responded, before you smiled gently to him. "Anyway... I... I wanted to ask something" He said now, looking to the track, his tire twisting in what appeared like nerves. "I was hoping that you'd... maybe like to consider.... the thing is we've gotten to know each other and... I really... I wanted to..." He started, before he squeezed his eyes shut. "Dammit" He could only mutter, before he glanced up, seeing you having tilted your hood, but you felt like you knew what he was going to say. "Cal... it's ok...." You started, before he breathed in. "Miss (y/n), I'd be honored if you... would consider perhaps allowing me to... Miss (y/n), do you wanna... go out to dinner... or something at some point...?" He seemed to deflate just a little, though your kind expression never left his. "I'd love nothing more" You said tenderly, to which you saw the joy dance in his eyes. He gave you a grateful smile, gently moving forward to nuzzle your fender, though ready to leap back if you became alarmed. Though, as he half suspected, you embraced it, nuzzling him in return as he stay close, the contact feeling almost like electricity. Cal breathed out slowly as he nosed his hood to yours, only focusing on the feeling it gave you both, paying no heed to what happened around you. The affection was slow and deliberate, easing into it, before Cal bit his lip a little, pulling back, and kissing your cheek gently. "We should head back" He said now, before you gazed over to where the trailers were. "Ah yes... your adoring public awaits" You whispered quietly, before he nudged you. You chuckled weakly, and you began to slowly move across the track again, slowly getting closer to each other, before your sides rubbed, and your gazes flicked away from one another, with embarrassed smiles.

#disney #cars #pixar #cal #weathers #fanfic #cal x reader #x reader #fluff #dating #Disneycars #xreader #reader insert #female reader #admitting #fuzz #car insert #fiction

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honey-dewey · 3 years

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Pepper Spray

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels/Reader

Word Count: 2,181

Warnings: None

The Statesman parking lot was the only thing you hated about your job. Mostly because it was dark as the night and terrifying even when you were clutching a weapon. Of course, when the time comes to use said weapon, you may or may not have accidentally used it on the wrong person. Oops.

You loved your job. A well paying and not too hard job at the Statesman distillery and apparently, secrecy agent service. You mostly worked with the papers, filing and sorting and re-reading. It was hell on the feet and worse on the eyes, but you knew every inch of that building and all it’s goings on. It was truly an ideal job.

However, the one and only thing you hated about your job was the parking lot.

It was far away from the building, shrouded in darkness that the lights never touched. You’d put pepper spray on your keychain after a month of working at Statesman, and had hesitantly asked Ginger to make you a discreet weapon after you’d used your pepper spray once on a creep at a bar. She’d given you brass knuckles that you’d thankfully never had to use, but just knowing you could protect yourself was comfort enough. Even if you weren’t on Statesman property, the feeling of being protected was one you loved.

Fridays were, of course, always hectic. Weekly mission reports were due on Friday, and between the fact checking and the grammar checks and the sorting away, you’d spent an hour extra at work. It wasn’t a bad thing though, as you got paid overtime and the bulk of the work was sorting away the new reports. However, your late night work antics meant that by the time you left the office, the parking lot was dead dark, and you clutched your pepper spray as you made your way to your car.

Humming to yourself, just some annoying song one of your coworkers had been playing all day, you walked past the security booth leading into the parking lot.

A noise behind you made you spin around, heart beating overly fast. The noise sounded distinctly like the security booth door opening. Your finger itched on the pepper spray trigger, getting ready.

You continued towards your car, now on high alert. With the security Statesman had, you were fairly certain whoever was around wasn’t a huge threat to your safety, but you had to be certain. More than likely, it was just Tom, the security guard who usually sat in the booth. He left sometimes, to grab food or take a bathroom break. You took a breath, trying desperately to convince yourself it was just Tom.

When you finally had your car in sight, you heard footsteps behind you, falling in line with yours. They were heavy, heavier than Tom’s, and they were regular, masked slightly by the sound of your own. Whoever was behind you was trying to hide their steps. Squaring your shoulders, heart beating loudly in your ears, you whirled around and immediately sprayed your pepper spray. There was no time to assess the threat, you just prayed your aim was true.

It, thankfully, was. Your target, however, was not who you expected.

“Whiskey?”

Agent Whiskey, or Jack as he preferred around the office, was standing in front of you, his face and shirt bright orange as he attempted to process the fact that you’d just pepper sprayed him.

“Oh my god!” You said, panicking as you realized what you’d just done. “I am so sorry!”

Jack made a pained noise as the spray took its effect, and you immediately jumped into action. “C’mon,” you said, putting an arm around him. “I am so sorry,” you added again.

He didn’t respond. You sighed, slightly worried that this could be the end of your career. After all, you’d just pepper sprayed one of Statesman’s best agents. A mistake like that was pretty damn big.

By the time you had him back in the building, Jack’s eyes were swollen shut and his face was soaking wet from the tears he was involuntarily crying. He couldn’t talk, so you simply busied yourself with setting him in a medical exam room and searching for what you needed.

You’d gone through the paperwork on these rooms and their set up so many times that you knew every square inch of the space. And all the receipts for medical purchases went through you as well, meaning you also knew exactly what was stocked.

Thankfully, Statesman had what you needed within reach, and it took you almost no time at all to find the nondescript bottle of saline solution and put it on the countertop. Along with that, you put on gloves, just to protect your hands.

You carefully, while describing your actions so as not to send Jack into a panic, took his hat and jacket off and led him to the tiled corner of the room with the eye wash station.

“I’m going to spray your face with this saline solution,” you said, uncapping the bottle. “It’s cold, but not super cold. It should help for when we flush the spray off your face with water.” As you explained, Jack shuffled on his feet, clearly eager to make the pain subside.

“Three,” you said warningly, rolling the bottle back and forth in your hands, hoping you could warm the liquid a bit.

“Two.” Jack tensed, although whether it was out of pain or anticipation, you had no idea. You could only hope it was anticipation.

“One.” You sprayed the liquid all across Jack’s face, although it was more like splashing him with water from a cup. The saline solution dripped down his face and onto his shirt, mixing with the tears he’d shed. You put the bottle down, expertly guiding Jack over the eye wash station and turning it on.

“Fifteen minutes,” you said, taking your gloves off and dumping them into the trash. “At least. After that, we’ll wait for your eyes to open and give you a rest period to let the burn subside, which could take a while, but should resolve itself in an hour or so.”

Jack ended up needing a break around the eight minute mark, leaning back and taking multiple deep breaths, his eyes still shut and his throat still pretty much unusable. He rasped out a few words about his stained shirt, and you took the break in eye rinsing to help him take his shirt off and have him wash his hands. Once that was done, he went right back to the eye wash station to complete his time.

Once Jack’s fifteen minutes were up, you helped him sit down and dry off, his eyes still swollen shut. Thankfully, his throat was starting to clear, and he was able to talk to you.

“How in the hell?” He rasped. “I didn’t know you worked here in medical.”

“I don’t.” You put the mostly empty saline bottle away, making a note on the whiteboard near the door that the room needed more. “I do the paperwork. I just happened to have to pull papers on an accident involving pepper spray today, and had to Google how to relieve the burn to fact check the papers. This room is familiar because I keep track of all the supplies and blueprints. Really, I just know a lot about everything that goes on in this building.”

Jack took a breath. “Fuck.”

You laughed. “Sure. Fuck.”

Grabbing a few tissues, you carefully wiped away the residual tears and water off Jack’s face. His eyes blinked open, still red and swollen, but not too bad anymore.

“Hey,” you said happily, glad to see his eyes open. “How’re you feeling?”

“Like shit,” Jack muttered, raising a hand to rub his face, but you caught his wrist before he could.

“Don’t rub,” you warned. “That’ll make it worse.”

Jack nodded. “How long before the burn stops?”

You shrugged, thinking back to the pepper spray paperwork. “An hour. But you probably won’t be fully recovered until tomorrow.”

Sighing, Jack leaned back. “I guess we’re gonna be stuck here a while.”

Eventually, you grabbed a washcloth and soaked it in cool water, laying it across Jack’s eyes. The swelling was, thankfully, going down, as was the redness. His eyes had finally stopped watering as well, meaning he was mostly able to see again.

As Jack’s face got better, you two talked. Not about anything important, just simple things that could distract Jack. You learned he had a ranch, and he eagerly told you about his cow.

“Her name is Bella,” he said, showing you a photo on his phone. You smiled. Bella was absolutely beautiful, with soft looking tan fur and big brown eyes. “She’s a highland cow, which is why she’s so fluffy.”

“I didn’t know you had pets,” you said, sitting back and checking your watch. “Bella’s adorable.”

Jack shrugged, putting his phone back into his pocket. “I inherited most of it from my brother,” he explained. “He died a while back, right as I joined Statesman. Mom always expected to get the ranch, but my brother said she didn’t have the heart for it. So he left it to me.”

“Huh.” You stood, dusting yourself off. “Does your mother suck?”

“Nah,” Jack responded. “She’s just not very motherly.”

You laughed. “Well that explains it. We should probably get going, by the way. It’s getting late.”

So you and Jack walked out to the parking lot, you silently fiddling with your keys.

“Can I drive you home?” You blurted, watching Jack head off towards where the Bronco was parked.

He stopped, turning back to you. “Pardon?”

“I’m just worried your eyes aren’t up to scratch yet,” you elaborated, nervousness making you shuffle your feet. “And I’d feel better if I got to drive you home.”

Jack shrugged. “Yeah. Sure.”

As he got into your car, he looked around, impressed. “What kinda car is this?”

“A mustang. Shelby Cobra to be specific.”

Jack raised an eyebrow. “Is it a ‘67?”

“Yep.” You busied yourself with backing out, the old mechanics of the car a familiar comfort to you.

“Huh.” Jack leaned back. “Impressive.”

You smiled, waving to Tom, who was in the security booth. “Thank you. It was my dad’s, but he gave it to me because I helped him repair it when I was young. Where’s your house?”

Jack put his address into his phone, putting it on the dash and maxing the volume so you could hear the directions.

“So why’d you pepper spray me?” He asked eventually, breaking the silence.

You snorted. “Why were you sneaking up on me in the middle of the night?”

“I had a question.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, making a turn. “What question?”

Jack fiddled with his jacket zipper, seemingly nervous. “Just wanted to ask about my paperwork. Ginge needed to know when my last eye exam was, and she told me to find you.”

You laughed. “It couldn’t have waited until tomorrow?” You asked. “Also, it was three years ago.”

“How in the fuck?”

“Champ needed your file yesterday so he could compare your sharpshooting record to one of the other agent’s scores,” you explained. “And on my way back down to the records room, I read it over. It’s a long walk and I needed some entertainment.”

Jack shook his head in disbelief, a small smile on his lips. “You are unbelievable.”

You grinned, turning and pulling into Jack’s ranch. “I’m fairly certain being unbelievable is my job,” you pointed out, putting the car in park.

As Jack opened the car door, you heard excited mooing and saw a dark figure racing over.

“Bella!” Jack said eagerly, petting the cow the same way one would pet a dog. “Hey darlin’. How’s the ranch?”

Bella mooed again, headbutting your car.

You got out, coming around to scratch Bella’s ears. She butted into you too, sending you back a couple of steps.

“Be nice,” Jack scolded playfully, shaking a finger at Bella. “This is a guest!”

Bella mooed yet again and trotted off.

“I’m sorry about her,” Jack said, turning to you. “She’s a people cow.”

You merely shook your head, laughing. “It’s fine. By the way, is there any way I can make tonight up to you? I did kinda pepper spray you. Can I make that right somehow?”

Jack chuckled, leaning on a fence post. “Come ‘round here again tomorrow at six. Wear something nice.”

“Are you asking me out?” Of all the things you expected, this was not it.

“Yeah,” Jack said. “What’d you say? Please keep in mind I was pepper sprayed an hour ago.”

You snorted, getting back into your car and putting the window down. “It’s a date.”

As you backed out of Jack’s ranch, he waved at you, and you waved back.

Once you reached your own house, you fell onto your couch and eagerly texted Ginger, telling her about your upcoming date. Within seconds, she was calling you.

“What?” You asked, giggling and heading into your kitchen for a glass of water.

Ginger took a deep breath. “Did you just score a date with Jack goddamn Daniels?”

“Yeah?” You said, leaning against your counter. “I mean, I kinda pepper sprayed him first, but yeah, I got a date!”

There was a pause. And then,

“I’m sorry, did you say you pepper sprayed him!?”

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A lot like ‘Us’ (Part-34)

Word count: 3.4K

Pairing: Sam X Reader AU

Warnings: Feels, fluff

Series Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is eager and honestly, still in awe that she managed to get herself an acceptance from Stanford Law School. On the face of it, her life seems as put together, mysterious and independent as one might hope for. On the insides, she carries the burden of past that haunts her till date. Seemingly, she’d left it all behind; that is until she sets foot in the class of the Law School’s youngest, most promising professor.

A/N: The story employs two different timelines. The present timeline for the story takes place in 2014. Please let me know what you guys think :)

Beta: @deanssweetheart23. I love you so much, darling <3

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The rest of the week was hard.

There were things you wanted to do and then things that you had to do. Unfortunately for you, the Venn diagram of those two things were two circles that did not touch.

Normally, you loved your job, you loved studying and your classes. But sitting through Sam’s class was becoming a new, different type of torture. The pretension was wearing you down. You could see it grating him, too. You rarely spoke up in his class now, trying not to draw attention, neither did he call upon you like he did with other students.

The library was still your second home, though, thanks to the untimely desertion of the other odd shifts librarian, you were left to run double shifts. Molly was sorry about it, but she didn’t have a solution for you, not until she had a new hire. That meant you were stuck in the library all the time. The guys in the apartment were starting to miss you. Kevin came over one evening to inform you everything sucked when you weren’t around. His face had made you hug him.

As for you? Without the free evenings, you couldn’t go over to see Max. You missed him terribly and it would do no good to whine about that to Sam, since you were still unsure about how he would take your excessive attachment to his son.

Not that you didn't have the chance to talk to Sam. After Sam put Max to bed, each night he’d call. You would sit in the alcove of the library widow and talk to him for hours- about the day, the classes and everything under the sun. Sam told you about the cases he was working on, the judges he really disliked and the girl Chase was chasing. Sam thought he was named aptly. He was also your faithful informant about Max. Apparently the playground bullies were back at it with the mean words. You blurted out loud how you wanted to punch the kids and Sam piled on top of that. Cheerful conversations about shaking kids followed.

It felt so juvenile to talk with him over the phone, like when he worked in New York and you were stuck in Lawrence, but not quite. Now, it was exciting to imagine him blushing on the other end when you accidentally said something complementary. Or if a student decided to stay in the library late night, you had to giggle in hushed voices so they wouldn’t overhear your conversations. The thrill of it was exciting. Those few hours had become the highlight of your day.

So, when Madison asked you what you were smiling about in the last lecture on Friday, you had to make up a reason. You couldn’t very well tell her that the bruise Sam was sporting on his cheek was because Max outran him on the basketball court and Sam slipped and fell.

“Just thinking of something funny.”

“Wouldn’t have to do with the green eyed hottie from Monday, would it?” Madison wiggled her eyebrows.

“Who, Dean?” You burst out laughing. “Maddie! He’s married to my sister.”

She laughed with you, face apologetic. “Dang! He’s really hot. Is it bad that I’m sorry he is married?”

“Definitely not,” you giggled. The good old Winchester genes had caused many casualties.

On the dais below, Sam collected his things.

“Ooohh, Professor Winchester is heading out. I better catch him before he leaves. You wanna come? Talk about the assignment?”

“No, you go on.” Sam had given you a run down of the assignment last night. You wanted to pout that he was right. You could have done better.

“Still awkward about the whole drowning thing, huh?”

You looked away, not wanting to remember the pool.

Madison wasn’t paying attention. “You were… I don’t know, delirious. You kept calling him by his name and…” Madison looked at you warily. She did not complete the sentence.

“Y/N saw the opportunity and took it,” said Rebecca from the next row. “I would sell my soul to be lifted like that.”

You slung your bag around your shoulders and made a move to get up. For all you cared, Rebecca could get hit by a truck. Not only were you furious at her for planning that prank with Brad, it made you feel murderous when she objectified Sam like that, reducing him to some greasy creep of a professor. It was insulting.

“Wait up now, sweetie!” She came up from behind. “Don’t act so prissy now. We all know you’re not as innocent as you make yourself out to be.”

“Excuse me?”

“You think I’m blind? To not see how you’re playing with all these men to get what you want? First, you have Brad panting after you, so you get the attention? Then you’re dancing with some random blue eyed man at the induction dance. The very next day you’re swaying in the arms of Chase Lincoln of all people. The moment you touch the pool water, somehow Sam Winchester is miraculously saving you… and two days later you’re crying like a damsel in distress in the arms of yet another man!” She was counting off her fingers. “And people call me slutty! I’m going to find out what your secret is, Y/N. Because I know you have one! And when I do...”

“You know what, Rebecca?” You said as calmly as you could. “Why don’t you go screw yourself.”

With that you headed straight for the library. When Madison caught up with you, her face was red. “Can’t believe I was ever friends with that hag! Gave her piece of my mind.”

“Madison, you should catch professor Winchester before he leaves. I’ll be okay.”

She assessed your words against your expression, then nodded and left.

You wanted to be by yourself.

Thankfully, cataloging was time-consuming and tedious. It took your mind off of Rebecca’s awful words. For the life of you, you couldn’t understand why she was so mean to you.

“Excuse me, miss, can I borrow this book?” Enquired a sweet voice.

You dropped the marker in your hand and looked up. Max was standing beyond the desk, a huge grin on his face. You gave a little yelp of your own and hurried from behind the counter to throw your arms around him, kissing him on his cheek.

“Gosh, I’ve been dying to meet you,” you said, pulling back to look at him.

He was wearing a plaid shirt over a small faded t-shirt and jeans. Such a mini-Sam. You couldn’t resist the urge to lean over and kiss his other cheek.

Max started blushing, looking down at his shoes.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked, leading him to one of the benches.

“Alex broke her arm last night. She couldn’t come over today. Dad’s got work. He asked me to hang out here.”

“Oh, no, is Alex okay?”

Max snickered. “Yeah. She was trying to sneak out for a party and fell out of the window.”

You pursed your lips trying not to laugh with him. “Poor girl.”

“Aunt Jody’s super-mad!” He added and you couldn’t help the giggle that burst through your lips.

“Max, is that you?” Molly asked, sticking her head from behind the shelves. “Darn kid! It’s been ages. Where did you run off to?”

“Mechanics camp!” He told her. “I know where an engine goes now. And how to hot-wire a car.”

“They taught you that at the camp?” You asked, skeptic.

“No, uncle Dean did.”

This time you laughed in earnest.

“You know Max?” Molly frowned.

You nodded. “Remember my little friend I told you about?”

“The one you were holding a bake sale for?”

“Yep, he’s the one.”

Molly put her hand to her lips. “Well, no shit! Do you know who his father is?”

You and Max immediately looked at each other, confirming your secret with a tiniest of nods.

“He’s Sam’s boy, this cute little nugget here.” Molly pulled his cheek. To Max’s credit, he didn’t rub his cheek afterwards.

Which reminded you. “You wait right here, Max. I’ll be back in a minute.” You quickly found the stash of cookies you were saving for tonight's dinner and hurried back to him. Eating at the library wasn’t allowed, but Max was an exception to every rule. “Cookies for you. I know these are your favourite.”

Max’s entire face lit up. True to his nature, he offered you one before digging in. You watched as he took a few bites, sneaking looks to the book he was holding- Adventures of Sinbad.

“I read one of those when I was kid. It had a monster bird that carried Sinbad away to its nest.”

“Oh, the Roc! That one’s my favorite!” Max clapped his hand and the cookies clattered to the floor.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, trying to pick up the bag.

You stopped him with a gentle nudge. “Let me.” After cleaning the cookie crumbs from the carpet, you unwound the scarf from around your neck and used it to clean the crumbs stuck to Max’s mouth and shirt, fussing over getting it all away.

When you made him stand up to clean the hem of his pants, you noticed Sam standing behind you, arms crossed over his chest. He had a peculiar expression on his face- tender but also guarded.

“You’re not supposed to eat the library, young man!” Sam tried for stern, but ended up sounding amused.

You straightened up. “I make the rules here. Max can do whatever he wants.”

Max gave Sam a smug look, before running to him. In a motion that must have been more of less a reflex, Sam reached out and hefted Max up in his arms.

“Look, what I found!” Max showed him the book.

Sam made a face. “Sinbad again? That sixth voyage was lame.”

“I wanna find out how it ends. There’s only one adventure left!”

“Alright, but this is the last of Arabian tales for the year. I get second hand sea-sickness just reading about it. I’m starting to miss Charlie and the chocolate factory.”

“You hated Charlie and the chocolate factory!”

Sam smirked. “You’re this close to getting my point.”

Max turned the book over. “We’re out of authors,” he told you.

The words shook you out of your quiet and you smoothened your expression. The scene before you was making your throat close up. You had never seen them together before. Max’s entire body language changed- his shoulders relaxed and he became less polite… just a bit more demanding, the way a child should be. Sam on the other hand radiated contentment. His voice changed, becoming softer, loving when he spoke to Max. You were sure you had been staring at them hungrily as if you couldn’t get enough of the interaction.

“Any suggestions?” Sam asked, tone still mild.

“T-Tolkein,” you stuttered. “You should try The Hobbit.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Elven songs. Wonderful.”

Molly came over to greet Sam and you excused yourself to go back to the desk and take a stock of the emotions coursing through you. At any point it could get too much and you didn't want either of them to see that.

On their way out, Max waved at you. “Bye, Y/N!”

“Bye, Max.” You blew him a kiss. “You turned my day around, bud!”

There were too many people in the vicinity, so when it came to Sam, you nodded. “Professor.”

He mirrored your gesture. “Ms. Y/L/N.” And with a look full of promise of later, he walked away. You waved at Max till he was out of sight.

“Such a lovely boy,” Molly sighed. “Horrendous business what happened to him.”

“Yeah.” You cut the topic short, still unable to think of Max’s past without feeling faint. Thinking about it was so hard for you, Max had lived through it.

Molly was in no mood to change the subject.

“Sam’s an amazing guy to give up the lawyer life and settle down here for that kid.”

You narrowed your eyes. “What do you mean?”

Molly threw out her hands, slightly embarrassed. “It’s Sam’s personal choice and all that, but he had a solid career in LA. After that Simmons affair blew up in the media, he could’ve stuck around and bagged A-list celebrities as clients. He moved out to this place for Max’s sake- so there was some normalcy and stability in his life. Then, again, Sam’s had his share of downs.”

Your back felt like ice, knowing what was coming.

“I’m not supposed to talk about it but it’s just you.” Molly leaned in closer. “Did you know his wife left him?”

She must have interpreted whatever your face showed as shock, because Molly continued. “Don’t know much about the whole thing. I heard bits and parts from the grape wine. Some girl he met in Kansas straight out of Yale. Took a plunge in a couple of months and this girl bolted not even a year into the marriage. Can you believe that? I mean, look at him… What the fuck was she looking for that he didn’t have!”

You could taste the blood by biting into your lip too hard.

“Never heard of him dating anyone since. I think he’s still in love with her.” Molly whistled. “At least they have each other- Max and Sam. That kid spends a lot of time here. You’ll keep finding reasons to feed your little friend cookies.” Molly flashed you a grin. You couldn’t quite return it.

It was past twelve when your phone rang. You’d just locked the library behind you and had given up on all hopes of the call.

You hurried to pick it up.

“Hey,” Sam breathed. “Sorry it took me so long.”

“It’s alright,” you sighed in relief at the sound of his voice. The sinking feeling in your stomach since the talk with Molly began to dissipate.

“It’s your fault really,” Sam said. “Max liked The Hobbit too much and went to bed real late. How am I supposed to wake him in time for his class tomorrow?”

His concerns were so normal, comfortingly mundane. Sam made it sound so easy, when in fact, all this must have been so hard. One time you heard someone say a mean thing about Sam’s wife and it had you rankled. Sam must’ve lived through years of whispers, stories and ugly rumours. He must’ve had to defend his choice of staying committed so many times. Hadn’t the words shred his heart?

“Y/N? Everything okay?”

You cleared your throat. “Uh it’s just… it’s good to hear your voice.”

He was immediately on alert. “What happened?”

“Nothing. Weird day.”

“Where are you?”

You looked about your dark surroundings. “Crossing the playground, almost to my building.”

“Do you want to come over?” He asked, voice hopeful but unsure. “We can sit in the front lawn if you want.”

You made an impulse decision. “Yeah okay.”

Ten minutes later you were sitting on one of Max’s swings. Your tan sweater wasn’t helping much as you shivered in the chill, waiting for Sam to show up. Weird how you made it before him. He lived right there!

Noiselessly the front door opened and closed. Sam walked briskly towards you. He was dressed in dark grey sweatpants and a black full sleeve t-shirt. In his hand he carried an afghan, a thermos and two mugs.

“Here,” he handed you the afghan. It was the same one that was wrapped around you on the night of the pool party. The memory brought blood to your face.

“We don’t have adult juice around here today, but we do have hot chocolate.” Grinning impishly, he tilted the thermos in your direction. He sat on the ground in front of you, carefully filling up the two mugs with the rich, brown liquid while you wrapped yourself in the Afghan.

Eagerly, you took a sip and moaned indecently.

“Good, isn’t it?” Sam chuckled.

This was very close to what heaven would feel like.

“So, what’s the deal, huh?” He asked after a few sips.

You hesitated, not wanting to admit what the real problem was. It would be the case of a teapot crying to a boiler.

“You know you can tell me things, right?” His voice was soft, beguiling.

“It’s something Molly said after you left.” You gave in, selfishly spilling it all.

Sam listened to the whole story, then shook his head at you in exasperation and beckoned you with his hand. You blinked a couple of times, then gave up and went in willingly.

What the hell, right?

Sam tucked his arms around your shoulder once you slid on the ground next to him.

“You and I, we know what the truth is,” he said. “How does it matter what anyone else says?”

“Is that what you told yourself all these years?” You asked in a small voice, unable to meet his eyes.

Sam sighed. “Why are you doing this to yourself, Y/N?”

“You didn’t answer me.”

His fingers curled around your shoulder over the afghan. “No, I didn’t have to tell myself anything. I knew I loved you. That was enough.”

“I don’t know if I can be as strong as you.”

“That’s because you’re so much stronger,” he said. “None of those people have lived your life, they don’t know what you’ve been through. I can bet my ass, they wouldn’t have made it out of half of it in one piece. It’s easy to judge.”

“That’s not my problem,” you argued. “I don’t care what they think about me. But I can’t stand how it makes you look!”

Sam surprised you by chuckling lightly. “You’re cute when you’re indignant. Especially on my behalf.”

“Quit making this into a joke, Sam.”

“I seriously don’t know what else to do.” He put a finger under your chin, tilting your face up. “Look at me. I’m the happiest I've been in years! Do you really think I give a rats ass about what anyone’s got to say about me? My personal life has never been anyone’s concern except mine and yours. The only other person who has any say in this is Max. And that kid doesn’t shut up about you.”

Sam’s eyes were scorching, melting against the night sky.

“Molly’s wonderful, and I know she has a soft spot for me. But by the end of the day, it's just gossip. There’s no substance to it. So will you please drop it?”

At long last you nodded.

“That’s like my Y/N.”

A rustle from the other side of Sam’s fence made you stiffen. The bushes behind the planks began to shake.

“What’s that?”

Sam shrugged. “Probably Alex sneaking out.”

You frowned at him. “Didn’t she break her arm doing exactly that?”

He snorted. “When has that stopped teenagers? It does make life a bit difficult. Jody’s grounded her. She can’t babysit Max for a while and I got work tomorrow.”

You saw Alex creeping on the sidewalk in front of the lawn. She saw the two of you huddled and froze like a deer caught in the headlight. Sam winked and waved a salute at her. After a minute she unfroze, returned the gesture and went off on her way.

“Why don’t you drop him off at the library in the morning? I’ll keep an eye on him. I’m covering the first shift.” You worked to not sound too excited.

“Yeah, that still doesn’t fix the afternoon. I won’t be back before four.”

“Easy. I’ll wait with him here.”

Sam looked at you, hazel eyes wondrous. “You’d do that?”

“Sure. I owe him a pie anyway.”

“You’re a lifesaver!” He exhaled. “Seriously, I could kiss you right now!”

All you had to do was look up. Sam was right there.

Another crash sounded over the fence, louder than the first, followed by a muted ‘ow.’ You saw lights flare up in what must be the living room. From somewhere inside you heard Jody curse. “Jesus fucking Christ! Claire, what’re you doing on the ground.”

“Why do you always have to catch me!” Claire whined in the darkness. “Alex just left!”

“What. The. Fuck!” Jody yelled. “Get in the fucking car! We’re going to find your sister.”

That did it for you as you buried your face in Sam’s chest, smothering the giggles. His arms wrapped tightly around you. Sam himself was shaking with silent laughter over you.

Yeah, this was pretty close to heaven.

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hargrove-mayfields · 3 years

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Today’s the last day of the Harringrove Week of Love! The final prompt I chose was Found Family! Read this here or on ao3 posted by ej_writer !

Word Count: 7,305

Rating: T

“Are you serious right now Nancy?”

It was 7:30 at night when Steve heard his doorbell ring and, upon answering it, was met with a swarm of middle schoolers rushing into his house. He had plans to go out to the quarry with Billy in like, a half hour, he could not afford to be the babysitter.

“I’m sorry, Steve. My mom was supposed to watch the kids but she had to go out so she asked me to babysit, but I already told Joyce and Jon I’d help them plan Will's birthday party and it’s only a few days away now and-“ Nancy talked about a thousand miles a minute as she tried to justify dumping the brats on him.

“Whatever, it’s, fine.” It wasn’t, but it wasn’t worth arguing over either. “Aren’t they old enough to watch themselves at this point?”

Nancy didn’t even respond to that, just gave him a stern look that said ‘you’re watching these kids no matter what, get over it.’ She crossed her arms and squinted at him and, even if it didn’t really matter if he agreed, his resolve broke. “Alright, fine.”

She smiled and thanked him before hurrying back to Jonathan’s still running car. Steve sighed and braced himself before turning around to go back inside. The brats were known for wreaking havoc in a matter of minutes, and he wasn't looking to let them destroy his parents’ house.

In the five minutes he was outside they’d already raided the fridge of all of his pop, added the leaf to his dining table (how did they even know where that thing was?), had game pieces and boards thrown all over the place, and made a stack of their bags in the corner of his living room.

“Wait a second, is this a sleepover?” Steve groaned at all of the overenthusiastic nods he received. “Where am I supposed to put all of you little shits?”

Dustin shrugged. “You have enough rooms in this place to house the whole neighborhood. I think you’ll be fine.”

“Well, since nobody felt the need to run this by me first, I’m already busy. Can you dipshits handle yourselves for like, two hours?”

The look on Mikes face perfectly mirrored the one his sister had given Steve at the door. “Dude, Nancy will kill you if she found out you left us here alone.”

“Not if I kill her first for dumping all of you on me.” The threat had still stuck, she absolutely would kill Steve. There was no way he could get away with leaving them unattended.

He figured he could just call Billy and cancel, but that was really the last thing he wanted to do. He tried to come up with some compromise, but with all the kids pulling up chairs to his dining table with intentions of staying all night, he didn’t really have much of a choice in the matter.

Dialing Billy’s number into the kitchen phone, he walks around the corner into the bathroom, shutting himself in as best he can around the phone's cord in an attempt at having some semblance of privacy from the six sets of prying ears in the next room, but he hears nothing from the other end.

He let it ring a few more times before he gave up, wrapping the cord back up and hanging the phone back in its slot. This wasn’t going to go over well.

Because it wasn’t like he could just be like ‘hey, I have to go do this, be back in a few’ when what he had been planning on doing was going on a date with Billy Hargrove. They were sneaking around behind the kids' backs, so that just wasn’t a luxury they had.

But Billy wouldn’t answer his phone, so he couldn’t explain the situation to him either, and now Steve was backed into a corner, and exponentially screwed.

At first, he was trying to just stay out of the kids’ hair, hover in the corner while they did their thing just to make sure they didn’t get it of hand, but he was feeling too jittery and nervous, so he pulled up one of the thousand extra dining chairs his mother kept around for dinner parties and joined in their stupid game.

For once, they were playing normal people games instead of that role playing thing he couldn't wrap his head around, so he could actually understand what was happening enough to participate.

Not that that meant he ever won, being outsmarted by these kids was his specialty. Round after round they ran circles around him, and he was getting frustrated enough he was considering making them sleep outside.

He was about to throw his cards down and quit for what was probably the tenth time already when he heard the telltale sound of Billy’s Camaro pulling into his driveway.

That was really bad. He’d stood Billy up, and he’d be pissed, he couldn’t let him just barge in here and make a scene in front of the kids. Because not only would that mean they knew Steve was not crushing on some imaginary girl or whatever he’d made up to thwart their suspicions, but that he was with Billy Hargrove of all people. They’d never let it go.

He shot a quick look at Max, who no doubt would’ve been able to recognize the sound of her own brother's car, hoping to somehow communicate to her to keep these other assholes occupied while he dealt with this. He was pretty sure Max already knew about them anyways.

Forfeiting again, he got up from the table and hurried towards the front doors.

Will called after him with a sympathetic, “It’s just a game, Steve!” which thankfully meant they either hadn’t heard or hadn’t recognized the sound of Billy’s car.

Holding up the pack of camels he always kept in his pocket, he turned around to face the kids, backing towards the door still. “Just need a smoke break.”

That seemed to appease them, and they went back to what they were doing. He practically ran the rest of the way to the door, as he opened and closed it before they could see the boy on the stoop.

Billy was standing there probably about to lay on the doorbell, something he always did just to drive Steve crazy, and seemed surprised at the way he came all the way outside and shut the door behind himself. “Listen, I’m on babysitting duty, so I kind of can’t do this right now.”

At the same time Billy’s face fell, Steve felt his heart drop into his stomach. This wasn’t about their rendezvous, turning up at Steve’s house usually meant he needed something, and judging from the way his hands were stuffed deep into his pockets and the way he was worrying his lip between his teeth, it was something important. “Whatever, Harrington. I’ll get out of your hair.“

“That’s not what I meant.” Steve reached out and put his hand on Billy’s arm to get his attention. “I’m sorry. I want you to stay, I just, I needed you to know they were here.” The additional so you didn’t out us and ruin our lives forever went unsaid, but Billy knew the implications of being caught by the kids.

“I need your first-aid kit“ It was hard for him, asking for help, but these days it was something he needed a lot of.

“Okay.”

Without another word he opened the door and led Billy inside, making him kick off his muddy biker boots before following him up the stairs to where he kept the band aid kit in his bathroom. One of the perks of having a big house was that the kids, from where they were in the dining room, couldn’t see the door, and only heard them go up the steps.

This had become routine for them, Billy showing up at his door in need of a little TLC, and Steve desperate to give it to him, but up to this point they’d been able to evade the kids. He didn’t think it would honestly be all that bad if they knew, Billy’s sister was among them and probably wouldn’t let her friends run too wild with the information, but Billy had made him swear on his life he’d never let them, or anyone else for that matter, find out about it.

Of course he understood that. There was a reason this kept happening, these nights when Billy would show up at his door in need of assistance, and that reason, who’s name happened to be Neil Hargrove, would undoubtedly kill the both of them were he ever to catch word that his son was dating Steve Harrington.

Steve had the displeasure of meeting Neil in person only once in late December, when he’d dropped Max off at her house after a Christmas party at the Byers. Being that he was such a responsible and caring father, or at least that’s what he was for the public eye, he just had to meet the boy who was watching his daughter.

Steve’d been beyond unsettled by the unnecessary firmness of his handshake, the distant look behind his so obviously practiced smile, the way Billy, with his arm in a cast for reasons he wouldn’t tell anyone, loomed in the corner as Neil did his interrogation.

When he was satisfied with the answers he’d been given, sure that Steve wasn’t carting the kids around because he was a creep or something, he’d let him go with a slap to the shoulder that was a little too hard to be friendly, and made Billy, maybe as a show of some sort of old fashioned respect, walk him back to his car.

“Did he do that to you?” Maybe it was because his experience with his own father had made it easier to recognize, but Steve was pretty sure he had a good idea of what was going on here.

Billy kept his eyes downcast and his shoulders squared, defensive in a way that was distinctly un-Billy. The broken arm must have been preventing his fighting instincts from taking over, or maybe it was the guilt from already beating the shit out of Steve once. “Maybe.”

That was enough of an answer for him. “Look, if you ever need anything, just like, I don’t know, come find me or something, man.”

Billy’s head snapped up to look at him. Steve could practically see the gears turning in his head as he tried to think of some response, but that had gotten to him. He kept his lips pressed in a flat line, and stared at Steve like he just grew a second head.

“I’m sorry for lying to you, just, my door is always open, or whatever.” It was extremely awkward, Steve offering help to the boy who’d literally just beat the shit out of him and concussed him like a month ago, but he could see through him.

The scar in his eyebrow didn’t come from their fight, nor did the cast on his arm. Seeing the way Neil acted, the saccharine smile he wore as he made subtle threats on him when he literally did nothing but drive his daughter around, he had enough to figure out that those injuries had been from what Billy had faced once he came home that night.

Billy hadn’t said anything, just scoffed and turned around to go back into his house, but a week later he showed up at Steve’s house, having gotten the address off of their sort of mutual friend Tommy, with a broken nose and bled all over his living room carpet, and the rest was history.

Steve walked him into the bathroom and sat him down on the toilet seat, popping open the first-aid kit where it sat on the tiled counter. “Where’re you hurt?”

A nervous habit of his, Billy was chewing on the side of his thumb nail. His gaze flickered between Steve’s face and the framed painting behind him on the wall. “S’my ribs.”

Steve got him to shrug out of the two different jackets he was wearing, his first winter in the Midwest had proved to be far too cold for a Cali-raised boy like Billy, and pull the Henley shirt he had on over his head. The damage hidden underneath was enough to make him sick to his stomach.

Reaching out, Steve gingerly touched the deep purple bruises littering the other boy's chest and ribs. He felt breathless, this was by far the worst he’d ever seen it. “Jesus, Bills.”

Billy wasn’t very good at accepting sympathy from others. It made him feel all squeamish to be fussed over, and Steve was the king of fussing over him. He muttered, “Think there’s a cut towards the back.”

Steve wrapped his fingers around Billy’s forearm and gently pushed his arm up over his head to inspect the damage, and sure enough, there was a gash about 6 inches long on his left side. “What the hell did he do to you?”

Billy sniffs, looks away and says, like it’s nothing, “Steel-toes break the skin easier.”

Every time they did this, Steve’s heart broke into a million little pieces. The nonchalance of it all was the worst part, the way it was so normal for Billy to have his father kick him until his ribs were bruised black and bleeding, it made him so sad to see his Billy that way.

He let Billy put his arm down and crossed his own arms over his chest, “You’re gonna need stitches.”

“You know how to sew.” Another shot right in his heart, Steve didn’t know how much of this he could handle.

“Barely. And this is completely different.” Steve stepped forward and put his hand on the side of Billy’s face, keeping him from looking away again to stare at that stupid painting on the wall. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I can take it, Stevie. Either you do it or I will.” If Billy gave an ultimatum, he meant it.

He definitely didn’t know how to sew, it was a skill considered too feminine to be taught to a son despite its usefulness, so he never learned how, but if Steve didn’t agree he would’ve very much done it and hurt himself a thousand times more in the process just to prove a point

So Steve reluctantly did it, made Billy hold his arm over his head and turn to face the other wall so he could see it better. Not that he was an overly emotional person, or maybe he just wouldn’t admit he was, but the sight before him put tears in his eyes.

Billy caught that, and despite the swell of nervousness in his own chest as he saw Steve threading a needle from out of the kit, he offered comfort to his boyfriend.

“Only a few more months before I’m outta there, then we won’t have to worry about this shit any more.” Billy would turn 18 in June, just under three months from now, but when he showed up at Steve’s door bloodied and bruised every other day, that long stretch of time offered no comfort.

It wouldn’t be as easy as Billy seemed to think it was to leave. He wouldn’t have any money, the Camaro wasn’t in his name, so he wouldn’t have any way to get around, and he didn’t even know where he would stay yet. That was all hypothetical for if he’d even be able to leave too.

With an abusive father constantly looming over his shoulder and keeping tabs on him, he’d know he was going to leave and try to stop it at all costs. It was only a matter of time before he started trying to manipulate Billy into staying.

It clearly didn’t have the desired effect on Steve. Billy’d even offered his assurances with a smile, but his boyfriends face stayed grim as he wiped at the cut with an alcohol pad so he could start to try to stitch it shut.

They stayed silent after that, while Steve tried to steady his shaking hands for long enough to get the needle in and out of Billy’s skin without hurting him too bad. The only break in the silence was the occasional gasp from Billy when Steve made another hole in his skin, or the noise drifting up from when the kids started yelling downstairs.

After a few more times in and out he was able to tie it off, the sutures were sort of crude, but were doing their job, and he made Billy move his arm all around to make sure they wouldn’t tear right through his skin. Once he was appeased, he made him put a new shirt on, the other one stained with his blood would have to be washed.

Billy stood up and wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist. “I’m gonna be okay baby.”

Steve reached his arms around the back of Billy’s neck and pressed their foreheads together. “I know but-“

Cutting him off with a quick kiss, Billy interjected. “It doesn’t matter about him as long as I have you.” Another peck to his lips. “Love you.”

It hardly did anything to cheer Steve up or comfort him, but there wasn’t anything that could when every night, he sent his boyfriend back into the arms of a monster. He sighed and ran his fingers through the long hair at the back of Billy’s neck. “I love you too.”

Neither of them knew how much time had passed when Billy pulled away to grab his jacket off of the counter. Shrugging the layers back onto his shoulders, he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket again. “I should go. The nerd herd’s gonna wonder where we went.”

“I want you to stay.” Steve kissed him one more time. “Not gonna let you go back to him yet.”

Billy looked like he wanted to protest, but Steve must’ve been looking as sad as he felt, because Billy sighed and gave in. “Fine. But your kids aren’t going to be too happy about that.”

“They’ll be fine.” Billy always seemed to underestimate just how much the kids liked him.

It was true that they hadn’t been his biggest fans at first, but when they first started doing this, Steve made him swear he’d apologize to them, and he did.

They were smart kids, they understood how the situation had looked when he got pissed, all of them hiding from him in a strangers house, and they understood the implications too of him begging Max to leave with him and his arm being broken literally the next day when she hadn’t.

It wasn’t immediate forgiveness, they were pretty wary around him until they felt he’d done enough to prove that he meant it when he apologized, but they’d all more or less accepted it by now.

Because he hadn’t stopped after just saying sorry. The words themselves never meant much to him at all, what with the situation he grew up in, so he tried to show them he was sorry.

Which was how he had become the secondary chauffeur after Steve, taking more than just Max home after trips to the movies or the arcade, and consequently how he had started helping them sneak around.

More than a few times he’d helped them smuggle Eleven out of her dad's cabin, because he understood feeling trapped, before he had his own car Neil had been able to keep him under 24/7 surveillance. He always covered for Lucas too, driving him home first before anyone else, and when Neil wanted to know who Max had been with, he’d lie and say it was just Dustin or El. After what happened it felt like the least he could do, but Steve was right, by now, they were pretty much over it.

Either way, he didn’t exactly want to have to explain away why he and Steve had disappeared upstairs for the last hour, hour and half. They might forgive him for his stupid outburst, but he couldn’t be sure where they drew the line.

Steve smiled at him and wrapped his fingers around Billy’s wrist, pulling him out of the bathroom and back through the hallway to the stairs. “Just follow my lead.”

Any semblance of a plan was lost when they made it back to the kitchen, Billy leaning in the doorway while Steve announced his presence, and they saw Eleven washing blood off of her hands in the sink.

There were some things Billy knew he’d never understand about these kids, Steve had made him promise he wouldn’t ask questions even though that was what had got them into a fight in the first place, so, despite his confusion, he didn’t even try to ask.

Not even when Steve put his hands on his hips and reprimanded her. “Oh, you were not spying on me.”

She smiled coyly. “I was.”

Billy felt the blood drain out of his face, felt his heartbeat skyrocket as he and Steve exchanged a look of fear. Steve stuttered and started trying to explain. “Listen you guys-“

Dustin cut him off, always overly eager to complain. “She won’t tell us anything.”

Nodding, Mike agreed. “She says it’s an ‘invasion of your privacy’.” He used air quotes around the last part as if spying on people in their own homes wasn’t exactly that.

The fear on Steve's face shifted into anger as he pointed his finger in Mike's face. “That’s because it is. I told you little shits a thousand times: no spying.”

Lucas interjected, agreeing with his friends. “What’s it matter if she won’t tell us anyways?”

Max fixed him with a deadly look and scoffed. “It matters because she didn’t want to and you made her. Why should she tell you what she saw?” Typically, Max would be on Lucas’ side, but they must’ve been fighting again.

Billy, watching the scene unfold while leaning on the door frame, clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth and announced. “Seems like I walked into something.” He turned to walk away and called over his shoulder. “Catch ya ‘round, Harrington.”

Before he could get away, Steve grabbed him by the back of his jacket and tugged, stopping him dead in his tracks. “No way. You’re not leaving me to deal with this by myself.”

“Your children aren’t my responsibility.” He reminded him, but he had no actual intentions of actually leaving and they both knew that.

The kids hadn’t understood at first why Steve got along with Billy after he’d been the one to be beat up, so, to put it in a way that made sense to the brats, they pretended to argue so it seemed like they were only begrudgingly hanging out, and so far, they hadn’t seen through it.

Steve had a retort ready, but Dustin beat him to it. The kids were constantly rubbing it in Billy’s face that they’d turned him into a babysitter too. “Yeah, we kind of are.”

Lucas, obviously only trying to get some sort of points towards Max’s forgiveness, agreed. “Especially since one of us is your totally awesome sister.” Max just rolled her eyes at his attempt.

Realizing he was still holding onto Billy’s jacket, Steve pulled him back into the room and let go. “You’re staying.” He turned to Will and asked him like nothing had happened, “So what are we playing?”

Unsurprisingly, the kids had developed tiny attention spans. They'd gotten quite the taste for crazy adventures, so unlike normal teenagers, activities like watching movies and playing truth or dare all night wouldn’t really do it for them.

Since Steve had left, they’d apparently played through two different games and had been about to start a third before they decided to spy.

Mike tells them, “We’ve narrowed it down to Uno and Monopoly.”

“Mike, Will, and Max vote Monopoly. Me, Lucas, and El vote Uno.” Dustin further explained, “We need a tie breaker.”

“I’m not any good at Monopoly. Too much counting.” Steve nudged Billy with his shoulder. “What do you think?”

“Last time I played Monopoly I broke someone's nose, and I’m colorblind. Don’t think my vote counts.” Neither of those facts are particularly untrue, but the only reason Billy brings them up is because he’s still trying to deny that he’s their babysitter.

Staying for Steve, whatever, that was fine, but playing board games with the little shits, that would be giving in, admitting that he wasn’t above hanging out with middle schoolers on a Friday night.

But he doesn’t get out of it, because with the excitement of all of the kids combined, Will pipes up. “Don’t worry, I am too! My mom put shapes on all the cards so I can tell the difference.”

He hurries and fishes out the playing deck, bringing it straight to Billy to look through. “See! Reds are squares, greens are circles, yellows are stars, and blues are triangles!”

Steve smirks at Billy, at the defeated look on his face. “Looks like you’re not getting out of this one, Hargrove.”

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lilhawkeye3 · 3 years

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Black Coffee and Sugary Sweets - Part 4

Rating: T |||| Word Count: ~1k |||| The Mandalorian Café AU

Summary: a teensy bit of angst to go with your fluff💕

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He didn’t come in the next day. Or the one after that.

By the time Friday rolls around, Bri’s hope had faded to a small ember and there was much less pep in her step. She notices the concerned glances that Max sends her in between each customer that comes to his register. She tries not to wilt under each sympathetic smile her regulars give her when she hands over their orders with less cheer in her voice than normal.

She will not let a simple crush get her down like this. One day of feeling down is all she’d allow herself.

...and maybe the weekend. But the point stood: she’d be right as rain come Monday.

And so her shift continues, leaving Bri feeling like she’s walking on thin ice between the reactions from everyone (she cursed herself for making her interest so obvious) and the tight pain in her chest. It’s alleviated a little when Mr. Trant comes in and tries to reassure her in his gruff way, saying a real gentleman wouldn’t have “ghosted you, as the kids say now.” It helps a little, but as it creeps towards noon, Bri prays for no one else to come in before her shift ends.

Her silent plea must be heard by someone, because it’s quiet for long enough that she falls into a sense of security. Drawing still reminds too much of the sketch that she’d molded into Paz’s likeness. But baking, now that’s something productive she can do regardless of what she’s feeling.

Of course, it’s only when she’s taken out all the ingredients and begun mixing them together that her isolation is broken. Bri’s loath to look up and break the tranquility she’s finally found, but business is business.

...or perhaps not, as she raises her gaze to find Paz walking up to the counter, fingers fiddling anxiously with the watch on his left wrist. His eyes lift to meet hers, and Bri’s certain both of them forget to breathe.

She breaks first. “Welcome! How can I help you today?” Polite, yet distant. That should work for now.

His guilty wince has her both standing taller and sends a pain slicing through her heart. “I… I deserve that.” He attempts a quirk of his lips, but it isn’t able to fully hide his pout. “I’m sorry for not coming in the past few days. There was an emergency with my brother, and he needed someone to look after his kid, and…”

And now Bri felt absolutely horrible. How could she be angry with him? She was just some girl in a shop. That was far less important than anything related to Paz’s family.

“Is everything alright now?” She asks, hands flying to cover her mouth as she gasped, cookie batter left on the counter.

Paz’s brow softens at her genuine concern. “They’re fine now, mesh’la, I promise.” One hand comes up to rub the back of his neck sheepishly, a movement that Bri is becoming fond of. “I wanted to come and apologize for disappearing on you.”

“There’s no apology necessary!” She rushes to assure him. “You did what you needed to do!”

He ducks his head in embarrassment. “Well… I wanted to apologize. I thought maybe you’d like to come with me on an outing this weekend?”

Ah– what?

At least now he seemed to look pleased. “I was going to go hiking, if you were interested–”

“Yes!” Bri blurts out automatically before her brain caught up to what her mouth was saying. “I– yes, I would love to go hiking with you.”

“Oh.” His brow rises dramatically and he blinks several times to make sure he heard her correctly. “That’s great! Ah, here.” He fumbles slightly with his phone as he slides it out of his jacket pocket, unlocks it, and hands it over to Bri. “If you want to put in your number, I can send you a few possible locations that we can choose from.”

She smiles at him sheepishly and raises her hands up so he can see. “Not sure if you want batter all over your phone.”

His bashful reaction endeared him even more to him as he sighed lightly and nodded, but she kept him from dwelling on it any longer by telling him her number so he could put it in himself. She snuck a peak as she continued to stir the batter, and the angle was just right so that as Paz sent her a message so she’d have his number, she could see he’d added a sun emoji next to her name.

When he looked up again with an excited grin, Bri’s head was ducked in an attempt to hide her flushed expression. With her hair pulled back, there wasn’t any cover for her though, and Paz couldn’t help but take a moment to watch her at work. Their eyes meet when she glances up to see why he’d fallen silent.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she teases, but quickly lets out a surprised laugh when he lifts his phone up and the flash turns on.

“Strike a pose,” he chuckles, and Bri flashes a peace sign his way as he snaps a photo.

“Now you’ll have to use that as a reference to draw me,” Bri pointed at him with eyes narrowed in challenge.

Paz seizes the opportunity she’s offered. “You’ll have to teach me.”

Bri raises one brow in interest as she thinks it over. “Scenic hike followed by an art lesson?” Her responding smile to his nod in confirmation is filled with delight. “Alright– it’s a date.”

#paz vizsla x oc #paz vizsla #the mandalorian #café au #modern au #heavy infantry mandalorian #star wars #fanfiction #Paz x Bri #fluff

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apocalypseornaw · 3 years

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Always be Yours-5

Word Count:4,476

Story Summary: Inspired by the 2 part I did of the same title. Follows Dean and Reader through season 9 into season 10

Chapter Summary: During a hunt a spell results with Dean tapping into his more k-9 nature

Warnings: ridiculousness along with the usual

After the interruption by Sam the night after Charlie left you expected Dean to find a moment to ask you whatever it was but it seemed as if he intended to act as if that moment had never happened between the two of you. Your bruises healed and with Kevin's mini vacation being over life in the bunker went back to as normal as it ever was.

You had just walked into the map room where Sam was sitting at the table when Dean walked in from the hall "Wow" you cut your eyes at him as you handed Sam a cup of coffee than sat across from him with your own "What?" Sam asked turning to look at his brother. "Kevin, I just poured some buffalo milk down his gob twice" you stifled a laugh. Poor kid was still recovering from Branson. "Buffalo milk?" Sam asked and without thinking you spoke over Dean "Hangover cure-all. Has everything in it except buffalo milk" Dean raised one eyebrow at you knowing what he meant and Sam not but luckily before he could comment on it Sam said what you were thinking "How is that kid still recovering from Branson?" "What can I say he's an amatuer. The slippery nipple shots at the Dolly Parton dixie stampede nearly killed the guy" "Not the slippery nipples" you muttered into your coffee and made both boys look your way with matching smirks before Sam told Dean he may have found a case.

"Are you sure you're up for a case Sammy?" Dean asked and you braced yourself for the ongoing back and forth where Sam would assure you and Dean both he was feeling fine and Dean would express his and yours concerns because the two of you actually knew what Sam's insides were like. "I am Dean. Look, Kevin's back on the heaven spell. Crowley's locked up so we should be out there doing what we do best. Plus we have Y/N here so three hunters are better than two"

Dean glanced your way but you kept your eyes trained on the coffee swirling around in your cup when Sam asked him "Are you at least going to listen?" Dean finally looked away from you and waved a hand "Go ahead" You turned to look at Sam as he started reading from the article "Taxidermist named Max Alexander crushed to death. Nearly every joint in his body dislocated, every bone broken. Poor guy is a human pretzel. You tell me what's got that kind of strength" "A demonic luchador?" Dean offered and the eye roll Sam gave him was deep enough you were certain Sam saw his own brain. "Shop's a couple hours away in Enid Oklahoma. We should at least check it out. Y/N you in?"

You looked up and shrugged "Sure, why not" Dean still hadn't said yes or not so Sam pushed "Unless there's some reason you think we shouldn't Dean" When you stayed quiet Dean finally let out a breath "Meet you both in the garage in twenty"

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You sat in the backseat of the impala doing your best not to look Dean's way so you busied yourself with talking to Sam,double checking emails from other hunters and even fussing with your suit jacket. When baby finally came to a stop outside of Mounted Treasures Taxidermy you were relieved to get out of close quarters. Maybe you needed a break from the bunker too? You'd decide after this case.

You fell in step behind Sam and let out a low whistle when you saw the words "DIE SCUM" written in what you hoped was just red paint on the side of the building. Dean cut his eyes at you "Subtle isn't it?" Sam pointed out a symbol on the end of the letter M. It was an upside down triangle with a paw print inside. "I don't recognize it" you said before Sam took a photo "We'll look it up later"

Dean opened the door and motioned for you to go ahead so you smirked "Age before beauty" he rolled his eyes but stepped inside so you walked in between him and Sam. The interior of the building was even less welcoming than the message on the wall "The creep factor just skyrocketed" Dean muttered and you nodded in agreement glancing around at all the mounted animals lining the walls.

When Dean spoke the officer who you were assuming was in charge of the scene turned and spotted the three of you "Woah woah woah" You knew the drill so you had your badge out before Sam did the introductions "Agents Michaels, Deville and Jameson" motioning to Dean, himself than you in turn. The officer immediately turned a lot friendlier "The body's already went to the morgue just wrapping it up with Dave Stephens" then explained that Mr Stephens was who discovered the body. You glanced at the back room then back to the officer when he added "Sure a shame. I used to go hunting with Max. He was a real good egg"

"Sorry for your loss" Dean told him and you nodded in agreement. The officer thanked you both so Dean then said "Mind showing my partners around? I just got a couple questions for Mr Stephens" The officer nodded "Ok, Come on"

You walked in behind Sam and spotted the "Game of thrones" themed animals on the desk and nudged Sam. He picked one up and turned getting Dean's attention. If looks could actually scold anyone the look Dean threw at you and Sam was Bobby level scolding so you smirked then took the animal from Sam and replaced it with the others. You turned back to Sam "So emf? Hex bags?" he shrugged "You take emf, I'll look for the bags"

After a few minutes with no luck you and Sam headed back to the front room. Dean excused himself from Mr Stephens and the officer when he saw the two of you coming. "Excuse us"

"So?" Sam asked. "We got a thief jonesing for animal parts, a pagan symbol and a human pretzel" Dean said so you replied "Yeah it sounds all witchy but there's no hex bags or proof of anything we normally deal with every being here" So Dean shrugged "Well let's keep digging" then you noticed him look up at an owl that was on the wall before he added "Just not here" You looked at the owl then back at Dean "Did he insult you? Should I defend your honor here?" he smirked "I just don't like the way that thing's looking at me"

You were walking back to baby when Dean cut his eyes at you "Y/N, you good with one room or do we need two?" you shrugged "I'm fine with one" so he nodded "One it is"

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Dean was going through his bag and you were coming out of the bathroom when Sam said "The symbol in the graffiti..It's not wiccan, It's copywritten" You walked over to where he was sitting on the foot of one of the beds and leaned over his shoulder to look at the screen then up at Dean "Local animal rights group, Enid's answer to PETA" Sam turned the screen around and Dean read over the screen "S.N.A.R.T? You got to be kidding me" "Well it makes sense that an animal right's group would have an axe to grind with a taxidermist" you offered pushing off Sam's shoulder to stand back up.

"Why? The animal's already dead" Dean asked and Sam responded "Yeah but hunters are what keeps them in business" Dean rolled his eyes and Sam added "Now the question is are those bleeding hearts actually witches or just hippies?" "What's the difference?" Dean asked and you laughed under your breath "We can shoot the witches?"

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Gentle Earth Vegan Bakery was listed on S.N.A.R.T'S website so that was where you all headed. When you stepped in the door Dean looked around then said "Always knew I'd find the source of all evil at a vegan bakery" you tilted your head then said "Just wish I would've packed my leather jacket just to screw with them" and was rewarded with a wink from Dean and an eye roll from Sam.

Sam sniffed and his nose scrunched up "What's that smell?" "Patchouli" Dean answered and when you and Sam both looked his way he added "Mixed with depression from meat deprivation" you shook your head then noticed that the guy behind the counter was wearing sunglasses so you nudged Dean who followed your line of sight "Know who wears sunglasses inside?" You asked and he answered "Blind people and douchebags?" you shrugged "Point for the eldest Winchester. Sammy try to keep up"

You followed the boys to the counter then spoke "Olivia and Dylan Camrose?" the man and woman behind the counter looked your way "Yes ma'am?" "You two are members of S.N.A.R.T.? correct?" you asked and Olivia smiled "Founders and Co Presidents actually" then held up a pamphlet "Can we interest you in some literature?" Sam shook his head politely so Dylan offered a flax seed scone that was wheat, gluten and sugar free. "I'm gonna stop you right there" Dean interrupted "We're here to investigate the death of Max Alexander, local taxidermist" "He's dead?" Olivia choked out and appeared to be genuine. "You knew him?" you asked and she looked at Dylan before answering "Ish. Small town"

"Well he was murdered last night and a S.N.A.R.T. logo was found at the crime scene" you told her and wished she'd take those damn glasses off so you had a chance of catching a reaction of some sort. "You two wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?" Sam pushed looking between the two of them.

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Olivia and Dylan were a bust. Turned out while they were tagging the taxidermy place the night before they got spooked by a hissing sound and ran into the alley where they ended up getting maced. You didn't miss the irony of it but remained quiet when they removed their sunglasses to show their faces.

With no other leads you headed back to the motel to change and dig a little deeper because the "mace" on Dylan and Olivia didn't look like any macing you nor Sam had ever seen.

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You sat across from Sam while he typed into his laptop and took the beer Dean offered you. "Necrosis" Sam announced so Dean asked "Necrosis?" "Premature death of tissue, that's why their eyes were all messed up and it's not caused by mace" "Then what caused it?" you asked while Dean leaned over Sam to look at the screen.

"Blunt force, radiation, venom" Dean read off. "As in snake?" you asked and Sam shrugged "Taxidermist was constricted. Olivia and Dylan heard hissing and they were sprayed in the eyes" "By venom" you finished and took a sip of the beer.

"So we talking some sort of freaky ass snake monster?" Dean guessed sitting next to you on the chair and you shook your head at him but refused to move. Sam looked between you two then shrugged "Maybe but the weird thing is, snakes either envenomate or constrict. No snake does both" "Correction, freaky ass mega snake monster. Awesome" you scoffed which made Sam chuckle and offer "Could be a vetala?" "Yeah but they're not afraid to sink their fangs in" Dean brushed off the suggestion and you agreed "Taxidermist was bite free. Doesn't fit the profile"

Sam sighed "So we call Kevin? get him to look some stuff up?" "Best option we have at the moment" Dean agreed.

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With nothing else to do for the day Dean went to grab some food so all of you could eat and attempt to get a little sleep. You were sitting at the table in the room and Sam cleared his throat so you glanced up "Yeah?" you could tell he was wanting to say something but also not risk you getting upset at whatever it was so you stared at him expectantly "Just say it Sam"

He scratched behind his ear as he stood up and walked over to sit across from you "Is there something going on between you and Dean?" you didn't have to act in that moment because you were honestly confused "Huh?" he shrugged "Lots of conversations just from looks being passed back and forth. Dean worried about you leaving the bunker. The couple times I've walked into a room and the two of you jump apart.." You shook your head "There's nothing like that going on Sam. Just when you got so sick after the trials I guess it just pushed me back fully into your lives and then after the two of you talked me into moving into the bunker we're close quarters and all" He didn't look too awfully convinced but nodded nonetheless "Ok, I mean I just wanted to say I wouldn't have an issue with it. You both deserve someone to make you happy and if that happens to be each other.." you held up a hand to cut him off "We're friends Sam. That's it" about that time the door opened and Dean walked in carrying bags of food and soda and looked over at you and Sam "You two good?" you nodded "If you got my cheeseburger we are" and Dean grinned and held the bag out "Got your one and my three"

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You ended up sleeping in the same bed as Sam with you under the blanket and him sleeping on top of it. When you woke up Dean was making coffee and looked over "Sleep good?" you glared at Sam's side of the bed since he was already in the shower "Fucker snores, next time you're scooting over"

He smirked at that "Anytime you want in my bed just say the word" you bit the inside of your cheek to stop the warmth from spreading through your face, caused by his words then climbed out of the bed "Can I have a cup?" Dean held out the one in his hand "Here, we take it the same and I'll just grab me another one" you took it with a smile and teased "Dean Winchester dances and gives his coffee to a damsel in distress" He laughed "Sweetheart you may be a damsel, there may be times you are in distress but I haven't seen a lot you can't handle"

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By the time you made it out the shower Dean was knocking on the door to tell you to go with the fed suit instead of usual jeans and t-shirt. There was another body on the ground at the animal shelter.

The body was of the guy who worked the front counter at the shelter. He had claw marks down the side of his face and according to the cops all the cats that had been registered at the shelter were now missing. "So yesterday snake monster, today killer kitty?" Dean scoffed and you cut your eyes at Sam who said "I don't know" Dean stopped both of you and pointed at a pen "Doesn't that mutt look familiar?" "He's from the first crime scene isn't he?" you asked and Sam doubled checked the clipboard on the pen and nodded.

"So he's been at both crime scenes, suspect?" you asked looking at Dean who agreed with you by saying "Could be a skinwalker or a shapeshifter" "Doesn't really look like a monster to me" Sam was looking at the dog but Dean had already dug a silver coin out of his pocket "One way to find out" Dean squatted and called the dog to the gate. He rubbed the coin behind the dog's ears but there was no reaction. "Well at least the pooch isn't the killer?" you said about the time the officer from the first crime scene walked up and the taxidermist's dog started barking until the officer took his hat off. He spoke to Sam but Dean noticed what you did especially when the dog once again started barking when the officer put his hat back on.

"Can we borrow your hat?" you asked and he handed it over. You held it right over Dean's head and the dog started barking until you pulled the hat down. You cut your eyes at Dean then handed the hat back. The officer snarled "Good luck getting adopted" at the dog and you had the strongest urge to punch the damn cop.

Sam read the clipboard again "So Colonel's not a suspect" "He's a witness" Dean confirmed. You squatted down and scratched Colonel's head "You speak sign language buddy?" he whined at you and tilted his head so you could scratch further. Sam perked up "No but there may be another option" and pulled his phone out. You curiously looked at Dean who shrugged until Sam said "Hey Kevin, it's me.. how do we speak to a dog?"

The shelter let you take Colonel with you so you sat in the backseat of baby with him laid across your lap back to the motel.

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Kevin called back with the spell about the same time you made it back to the motel so Sam was currently combining the ingredients? while Dean sat across the table and you sat on the floor next to the table with Colonel. "So it's an Inuit spell?" you asked. Sam looked up from the bowl "Yeah, who knew the men of letters had its own eskimo section?"

"And it's supposed to let us communicate with the Colonel?" Dean asked looking at the dog who had his head laying in your lap where you were sitting leaned against Dean's chair. "Yeah..well that's the plan" Sam plucked a few hair from the Colonel then explained that it was a sort of animal/human mind meld which meant if it worked whoever drank it would be able to read the Colonel's thoughts.

You watched Sam pour the foul looking concoction and was glad when Dean grabbed it "I'll do it" he looked into the cup and at the face you were making "Doesn't look so bad" he downed it in a gulp and his entire face twisted for a moment "I was wrong"

Dean read off the spell but the Colonel barely moved. Dean tried to talk to him but to no avail so it was decided to get some lunch then call Kevin for more ideas.

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You were sitting on the foot of one of the beds when Dean looked at the Colonel "What?" "What?" you and Sam echoed. "Shut up! It's working" Dean clarified then looked back at the Colonel "Say that again" after a moment Dean said "Dennis DeYoung's not a punk" you were more than a little lost but amused that the dog was apparently arguing with Dean. "Dean! Focus!"

"Oh yeah" he looked back at the Colonel "Hey boy, what were you trying to tell us about the coyboy hat?" you and Sam sat watching the scene unfold which even though the two of you could only hear one side it was clear there was a full conversation happening. "and the pothead too?" Dean asked and Sam glanced at you then turned his attention back to them. Sam threw a balled up napkin in the trash and told Dean to ask about the cats. Dean threw the paper back to Sam then asked about the cats. "I don't want this" Sam told him then chunked the napkin again.

You laughed when you realized that the mind meld was more than talking when Dean once again retrieved the napkin and said that the guy who was doing the killings smelled like ground chuck, soap suds and old lady cream. Sam finally held up the napkin "Dean, what are you doing?" Dean scratched his head in the same spot the Colonel had kept urging you to scratch on his "I don't know"

When Dean started beating on the window yelling at the mailman you fell over on the bed laughing "Dean's a dog dude!"

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While Sam called Kevin to check side effects on the spell you sat between Dean and the Colonel. You weren't really paying attention to either until the Colonel bumped your knee so you absentmindedly scratched his head. It made you freeze when Dean let out a light whimper and you looked to see he was looking at your other hand "Are you serious?" he looked at the colonel "He's being smug that you're scratching his head" The colonel looked up at you and if you'd ever seen a dog laugh it was in that moment so you scooted over so you scratch Dean's head too. He let out a contented sigh and laid his head over on your thigh.

Sam hung up and arched an eyebrow at your current position so you stopped scratching both of them despite the whimpers so he could explain the spell's side effects which was what Dean was experiencing.

A few words were passed between Dean and the Colonel and you had to laugh again when Dean announced "I don't have the urge to sniff butts" "Dean?" you asked and he seemed offended "No! Sam how long will this last?" "Kevin doesn't know" he replied and you ran a hand across your face, as if your life could get weirder.

Dean pulled a candy bar out of his jacket pocket and you grabbed it out of his hand "Woah! What the hell Y/N?" you motioned to the Colonel "Dogs can't have chocolate Dean. Do you really want to test it?" the Colonel looked at you and let out a sharp bark so you looked back at Dean "What'd he say?" Dean glared at the dog then answered "He said you're cute for a human and smart" "Aww, thank you" you cooed rubbing the Colonel's back and could've sworn Dean let out a light growl of all things? Sam looked between the three of you then said "Let's head back to the shelter to see if we can find more clues because I swear Dean's getting jealous over a dog" "Am not" Dean argued but cut his eyes at the Colonel as he spoke.

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After you and Sam having to de escalate an argument between Dean and a pigeon you were in tears from laughing as you climbed in the backseat with the Colonel and it only got worse when they both wanted to hang their head out of the windows.

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When you got the shelter Dean argued with the Colonel for a second before saying "Y/N, he wants you to hold his leash" you winked at the Colonel then grabbed his leash as you climbed out and held the door open for him "C'mon big guy" he climbed out behind you and looked up at Dean who glared at the dog. "Quit being smug you asshole"

Watching Dean interrogate dogs was somewhere between just weird and the absolute best entertainment you'd had in years. A yorkie turned out to be a star witness and wanted a belly rub from Sam in return for information. You stood there watching Sam scratch the yorkie while chewing your bottom lip to not laugh. Apparently the whatever you were after had a sweet tooth for cats according to the yorkie.

The burlap sack the guy had taken the cats from the shelter in had "Avant-Garde Cuisine" written on it so that was finally a solid lead along with a vague description of the guy.

When you were about to leave Dean said "Hold up" and passed you the Colonel's leash then went back and opened all the cages. You shook your head with a laugh when he said "Ok, now let's go"

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You were once again herded between Sam and Dean as the three of you walked into the restaurant after Sam picked the lock. In the first office you found a photo of "Chef Leo" who wore a cowboy hat like the yorkie had described along with a frickin pharmacy worth of pain meds.

You were going through a drawer when Dean said "Did you hear that?" you glanced at Sam the shook your head "No?" "Sounded like little kids" Dean explained so you stood up straight and strained your ears to no avail.

It turned out to be a cage of rats who lead Dean to the fridge that contained everything from cheetah liver to grizzly heart while Sam found a shamanism spell book. According to the book whatever animal organ you ingested along with the right mix of hoodoo and spices resulted in the temporary gain of the power of that said animal.

Meaning owl brains for IQ, Cheetah liver for speed..etc

A clanging drew all of your attention so Sam killed the only light in the room and you all pulled your guns and flashlights then headed out into the hall.

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The hall was empty so you moved into the kitchen clearing each corner carefully. There was a lone cook so when he asked who you were Dean said you were all from the health department for a surprise inspection.

He told you all that the reason the restaurant was closed was due to the chef having a private party and would be there any minute. "In that case you're shut down" you ordered and glanced at Sam who added "You're clearly in violation of penal code eight fourteen" "You heard em! Out Now" Dean barked out and they quickly moved to comply.

Dean took the front, you took the halls and Sam took the back to try to find the chef. Working plan was to simply empty a clip into his head and hope for the best.

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After a fight with the good chef Leo resulting in Sam getting knocked out, you getting slashed on the arm and Dean calling in an entire pack of dogs as assistance the good chef got exactly what he had coming.

When Dean ran back into the kitchen you were crouched over Sam trying to wake him up. "C'mon Sam!" "Y/N!" Dean hollered so you shouted "OVER HERE" he slid to a stop at your side and crouched next to you "He's alive Dean" he let of a breath of relief when Sam finally stirred. "Thank god" Dean helped Sam to his feet then looked at your arm "Do you need stitches?" you shook your head "I don't think so"

The three of you made it outside in enough time to see some bloody dogs running away from the heap that had been chef Leo.

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After getting the Colonel adopted out to Olivia and Dylan you hit the road back to the bunker. The only unfortunate thing was chef Leo had put some doubt in Sam's head by asking what Sam was. From what you and Dean could piece together Leo had slit Sam's throat and Zeke healed him. Wasn't like the two of you could tell him that so instead you convinced him that Leo was simply out of his head.

When Dean pulled out onto the road he shot you a look in the mirror and you met his gaze fully. "It'll be ok" you mouthed and he smiled then turned his eyes to the road.

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Chapter 1: MADMAX

Summary; As the town preps for Halloween, a high-scoring rival shakes things up at the arcade, and a skeptical Hopper inspects a field of rotting pumpkins.

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“Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!”

The rushed footsteps of Dustin Henderson grows louder as he stumbles into the living room of his three bedroom home. The news plays faintly on the television, Dustin unable to hear the alert coming from the newsman,

“A police chase rocked downtown Pittsburgh earlier this evening...”

Dustin moves to the couch his twin sister, Y/N, sat on, pulling the cushion opposite of her before lifting his hand, revealing to Y/N a shiny penny hidden in the couches dept, “Another stupid penny!”

Dustins hand launches to the side to chuck the penny, the small coin flying past you and landed next to the love seat Claudia Henderson sat on with the family cat, Mews, “Dusty!” Your mother scolds, her hands running down Mews back in a gentle groom, “Watch it! You almost hit your sister.”

“Can I please check under your cushions?” Dustins eyes flick to you, sipping hot chocolate from one of your mothers mugs, then to Claudia,

“Dusty.” Claudia warns, Dustin whining deep in his throat, “Mom, please? It’s an emergency!”

Claudia makes a noise of annoyance, lifting Mews from her lap before raising to her feet, allowing Dustin to launch for her chair and begin to pull the cushions off, “Whats the emergency?” You shift in your seat before scooting down the couch, watching Dustin as he pulls up her cushion, revealing two quarters in his hand,

“The Party is meeting up at the arcade, I gotta find as much quarters as I can.” Dustin mumbles, sticking his arm into the back of the couch, pulling his hand up and groaning at the four pennies in his hand.

“Ooh, can I come?” You ask, moving to set you mug on the counter and watch as Dustin pathetically toss the cushions back into their spot, “I have four dollars in quarters.”

“Fine.” Dustin heaves, waving for you to hurry and grab your bag of coins, “Lucas, you copy? I’ve got four quarters, Y/N’s bringing four dollars worth. What’s your haul?”

“Take your puny haul and multiply it by five.” Lucas answers into Dustins talkie, and you snort as you stand in the doorway of Dustins room, “And are you really bringing your sister?”

“I can keep my sixteen quarters.” You call back, Dustins eyes widening before he shakes his head. “Yes, I’m bringing Y/N, suck it up.”

“Whatever. I’m going to shower, like a real man. Now you call Mike. Over and out.”

Dustin sighs, flicking the channel to his talkie and handing you his four coins to drop in your mini bag. “Mike, do you copy? Mike, do you copy?”

“Yeah.” Mike answers, almost instantly, “Yeah I copy.”

“What are you doing on this channel?”

“Nothing.” Mike dodges, and you roll your eyes.

“Well Lucas and I have six bucks, plus Y/Ns four bucks total. What’s your haul?”

“Shit.” You hear Mike grumble, and Dustin throws a hand up, weakly, “Shit! I don’t know yet.”

“What do you mean you don’t know yet?” You snap, Mike scoffing over the talkie, “Just hold on. Call Will.”

As you and Dustin skid to a stop on your bikes, you lift your hand to wave to Joyce and Will Byers in their car. You watch as Joyce stops Will from getting out, saying only a couple of words before she is waving back, pulling off.

“Oh Jesus! I’m in chartered territory here, guys.” Dustins game is slow to start, the group of five friends all huddled around the arcade game, Dragons Lair,

“Down!” You and Mike shout in unison, startling Dustin to quickly move the joystick, “Down! Down!”

“I’m going!” Dustin rushes, and you grimace when the knight on the game screen is burned alive by the dragon, Dustin raising his fist to his mouth to bite down on the skin,

“You’re just not nimble enough, you’ll get there one day.” Lucas grins, elbowing you in between him and your brother, “But until then. Princess Daphne is still mine.”

“As if,” You instantly scoff, squinting your eyes, “We all know I claimed her, since the beginning.”

“You could literally like any girl here in Hawkins, and you choose the imaginary one?” Mike questions, and you shrug, grinning, “I have my types. Besides, I’m definitely getting more than any of you fools.”

“Whatever, gross.” Dustin shakes his head. “I’m still tops on Centipede and Dig Dug.”

“You sure about that?” Your head snaps over at Keiths question, the arcade worker holding a bag of chips, stuffing a handful of the powdery goodness into his mouth, so you cringed and lean on the games surface.

“Sure about what?” Dustin asks, hesitantly, and Keith raises his hand to stuff another chip into his mouth, crunching down loudly on the food. Realization washes over Dustins face, and you step back to let him dart down the isle of games, your hand snatching your now half empty bag before you follow the group of boys, to your brothers first favorite game.

“No!” Dustin cries out when he reaches the screen, your eyes scanning this list of scores and raise to the top, glancing at the name MADMAX shining beside the score 751300, “Who is Mad Max?” Dustin demands.

“Better than you.” Dustin shoves his middle finger in Keiths face. “Is it you?” Will asks, and Keith scoffs. “You know I despise Dig Dug.”

“Then who is it?” You push, eyes narrowed. “You want information, then I need something in return.” Keith raises his eyebrows, and the five kids look between one another, before their gaze finally settles on Mike, whose eyes widen when the thought settles.

“No, no, no. No way. You’re not getting a date with her.”

“Mike, come on.” Lucas pleas, “Just get him the date.”

“I’m not prostituting my sister!” Mike snarls, “That’s like setting Y/N up with Troy!”

“Gross.” You mumble, Mike raising his hand to you in an ‘exactly my point’ motion.

“But it’s for a good cause.” Lucas states, and Dustin waves his hands. “No. Don’t get him the date. Know what? He’s gonna spread his nasty-ass rash to your whole family.”

“Ache isn’t a rash and it isn’t contagious, you prepubescent wastoid.”

“Oh, I’m a wastoid? She wouldn’t go on a date with you.” Dustin scoffs, your eyes catching Will moving towards the entrance of the arcade, your brows furrowing before you step after him, holding the door open for the young boy.

“Will?” Your call startles him, turning to face you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I just...needed some air.”

“Come on.” You stick a hand out to your elementary school friend, smiling when he relaxes upon taking said hand, “It’s your turn on Dig Dug. We gotta win our high score back.”

. . .

“Meet the human brain. I know. I know, it doesn’t look like much. A little gross even,”

“It looks like I chewed up a whole pack of gum,” You cut in, sitting in the chair behind Dustin, “Then spit it out on your desk, and hello! Surprise!”

“Very funny, Henderson.” Clarke presses his lips together, and you grin when Dustin looks back at you. “But consider this. There are a hundred billion cells inside of this miracle of evolution. All working as one. No, no, I did not misspeak. I did not stutter. A hundred billion.”

The classroom door suddenly opens, your head lifting off your hand when a girl with red hair steps up next to Clarke, your lips parting in awe. “Ah, this must be our new student. Class, please welcome, all the way from sunny California, the latest passenger to join us on our curiosity voyage, Maxine.”

“It’s Max,” She corrects, and looks over at Clarkes furrowed brows, “Nobody calls me Maxine. It’s Max.”

You gasp, dragging the four boys in front and to your left to look at you, “Mad Max.”

“Well, all aboard, Max.”

You curiously watch as Max moves to the back of the classroom, your eyes watching her drop into the single empty desk, her arms crossing before her eyes raise to meet yours. You lift a hand and wave, Max scoffing and rolling her eyes before shifting them to the front of the room.

. . .

“There’s no way that’s Mad Max.”

You lean against the fence outside of Hawkins Middle, eyes watching the blazing red head skateboard down the walkway,

“Yeah. Girls don’t play video games.” Dustin mumbles, and you face him, eyebrows raised, “What?”

“That’s dog shit, Dustin.” You glance back at Max, who now jumped off her board and held it under her arm. “If I can play video games, so can she.”

“Uh oh,” Lucas bumps his hip with yours, so you looked at him, “Someone’s got a crush.”

“Do not.” You snip, “I never even actually met her.”

“You’re not the only one.” Dustin quietly states, and your eyes snap to him a second time.

“Seriously?” You question. “Back off. She’s mine.”

“But you just said-,” “I know what I said.”

“Twins fighting for the same girl?” Mike grins at Lucas, “This is gonna be good.”

“Why can’t you just be straight?” Dustin tests, and you narrow your eyes, testingly, “Then we’d definitely be twins.”

“She threw a piece of paper in the bins,” You dart away from the fence, skidding to a stop in front of the trash can so the four boys all shielded you, then turned to you when you unravel the paper,

“Stop spying on me creeps.”

“We’re not spying.” You scoff, and Mike and Lucas look at each other, “Right?”

“Well shit.” Dustin crosses his arms and sighs, and looks over when the principle steps up, alerting Will that Joyce has came to pick him up.

. . .

“Still no sign?”

You sigh and lean against the car you, Lucas and Dustin were hiding behind, extending your legs to stretch out the aching tension in them from squatting for so long. “Jack shit.”

“Damn it, mom’s going to murder us.” You look over at Dustin, who checks his watch and grimaces. “Then go home.” Lucas states, hands holding binoculars over his eyes. “I’ll radio if she comes.”

“Oh, yeah, nice try.” Dustin snips, “You just want us out of here so you can make your move.”

“Oh, cause youre such a threat.” Lucas snaps back, and you squint your eyes. “Are you serious? You too, Lucas?”

“How do you even know if she likes girls, anyways, Y/N? Oh, right, you dont.”

“So?” You huff, and stand up, rolling your shoulders. Your eyes look over, suddenly grabbing Dustins shoulder before pointing to Lucas’ binoculars. “Ten o’clock. Ten o’clock.”

Up ahead, you can see Billy Hargroves car pulling up to the arcade, Max hoping out of the passenger seat, but turns to yell at her step brother, throwing him the bird when he speeds off.

You shove Dustins shoulder and round the car, jogging up to the door of the arcade where Max had disappeared.

“What do we do now?” It’s late at night, you stroll on your bike between Dustin and Lucas, only pedaling occasionally as to not stop completely. “We stick to the plan.”

“Mike’s not gonna like it.” Lucas protests, and Dustin rolls his eyes, swiftly. “Last time I checked, our party is not a dictatorship. It’s a democracy.”

“What if Max says no?” You frown.

“How can Max say no to these?” Dustin purrs, and you stick out a hand, shoving the side of his head so he swerved on his bike. “I swear to God, Dustin.”

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Lucas sighs, turning his bike onto his road so you and Dustin were left alone. You skid your bike to a stop under the carport, propping the stand down so your bike would stand on its own.

A chirping sound causes you to turn around to face Dustin, your twin brother halting in place, telling you that he heard the noise, too. “Mews?” You call, Dustin turning to the darkness of your yard, then after a moments pause, he turns back to the house, waving off the sudden noise.

You sigh and follow him into the house, pulling off your jacket and dropping it on the coat rack.

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