Se que Mike se aventó con todo cuando beso a once, lo se, lo seee pero con Will, con Will no podría con su tierno y precioso “amigo” Will algo le impide ser tan impulsivo, atreverse a robar su primer beso, tantas ganas y tanto miedo de hacerlo mal > u < nop.
“WHAT SMELLS SO GOOD?” Billy questioned as he joined Charlie in the kitchen as she began plating up fresh pancakes.
“Breakfast - or lunch, seeing as you love sleeping in so much while you’re not at work,” she teased in reply as he moved behind her and held her close, limiting her movements.
“You’re too good to me, Peaches,” he hummed against her ear, hands hot against her exposed midriff.
“I know. Whatever would you do without me?”
“Crash and burn,” he replied without missing a beat. Life in the slightly neglected beach-house they’d managed to get their hands on was shaping up to be pretty ideal. Charlie turned the heat off when she was done and turned to face him with a smile, admiring his sleep-flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes, framed perfectly with the spray of freckles across his nose and cheeks.
“So, I was thinking,” Billy began with a growing smile as he peppered kisses across her face and neck.
“Ooh, sounds dangerous,” she teased, making them both laugh as he rolled his eyes and continued to leave a trail of kisses up and down her neck and around her jaw.
“I was thinking we could have a campfire on the beach tonight. You, me and no one else to get in our way,” he suggested with a smile as she leaned into him. Charlie couldn’t think of any other way she’d want to spend her Saturday night in her new hometown.
Hey y’all, it’s officially April, which means Camp NaNoWriMo has begun!
Here is my first fic of the month, requested by @willthecleric of Mike proposing to Will. Bonus points if y’all can tell me which famous person’s proposal I based Mike’s proposal on!
I’ve got plenty more requests waiting to be written and I’ll be writing them all in the coming days and weeks and writing some one-shots of my own ideas. If you have any Byeler, Reddie or Freebat one-shots you’d like me to write, send them my way!
Summary: Dustin tells Y/n and Steve about the super-secret Russian code, Mark Lewinsky stops by Scoops Ahoy, steve??? jealous??? The code gets translated.
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader
A/n: I’m back!! I hope you are all staying healthy! Now that all my classes are online and I’m back home I will have plenty of time to write! As always lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!
Warnings: Swearing, typos
Word Count: 1.6k
“Hi Robin, is, uh, is he here?” You overhear Dustin talking to Robin at the front of the shop. Steve heard it too, nearly knocking you down as he busts through the door.
“Henderson! He’s back!” Steve jumps over the counter running up to Dustin.
“I’m back!”
Robin looks back at you giving you a puzzled look while Dustin and Steve do a dorky handshake. They both start laughing once it’s done.
“What the hell did I just witness?” You ask. They both look up at you with smiles on their faces. “Alright Dusty, I’ll get you some ice cream and we can sit down and catch up, yeah?” Dustin nods and goes to sit down.
*. *. *
“Hotter than Phoebe Cates? No, no way.” Steve crosses his arms.
“Yes she is, brilliant too. And she doesn’t even care that my real pearls are still coming in. She says kissing is better without teeth,” Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. You look over at Steve who has a shocked looked on his face.
“Oh… Wow Dustin. That’s, yeah, that’s great,” you stutter.
“Wow man, I’m- I’m proud of you. That’s kind of romantic.”
Dustin shoves his spoon into his ice cream sundae and takes another big bite. You and Steve just watch him. “Do you really get to eat as much as this as you want?” Dustin looks up to you.
“Yeah, I mean sure. It’s not really a good idea for me though, I gotta keep in shape for the ladies.”
Rolling your eyes, you stick your spoon into Dustin’s sundae, “Oh yeah? And how’s that working out for you?” You raise your eyebrows at him, grinning. Dustin giggles.
“Ignore her.” Steve tells Dustin.
“And how are you two getting along?” Dustin points his two fingers at you.
You glance over at Steve, feeling your cheeks getting red. “Um, yeah, it’s been good.” Steve nods.
Dustin raises his eyebrows and smirks. You clear your throat, “So, did you like the Party’s surprise yesterday?” Dustin puts his spoon down and slouches back in the booth.
“Yeah it was cool, I guess.”
“You guess?”
“Yeah, afterwards they ditched me!”
“What?” You frown.
“My first day back, can you believe that shit?”
“Woah, seriously?” Steve pipes up.
“Yeah, but they’ll regret it, big time, when they don’t get to share my glory.”
You and Steve share a glance. “Glory, what glory?” Steve asks.
“Well I was trying to contact Suzie and I uh…” Dustin looks around then covers his mouth with his hand. “I…” Dustin mumbles something you can’t quite make out. You furrow your brows.
“What?” You lean closer.
“I….” Dustin mumbles again.
“Dustin, man, speak up we can’t hear you.”
“I intercepted a secret Russian communication!” Everyone around you goes quiet. You can feel eyes on you from everyone. You put your head in your hands.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought you said.” Steve says, looking around.
“So uh, what does that mean exactly?” You ask.
“It means we can be heroes, true American heroes.” You squint your eyes and cross your arms. “What’s the catch?”
“No catch, I just need help with translation.”
* * *
You, Steve, and Dustin all stood around the back room, listening to the recording.
“So, what do you think?” Dustin asks.
“That music sounds familiar.” Steve says.
“Why are you listening to the music Steve?” The two of them start bickering back and forth. The sound of Robin’s voice gives you an idea.
“We need Robin,” You open up the window and shout at Robin.
“Hey Robin, I’ll take over up front, we need your help back here. Dustin and Steve can fill you in.” You put on your stupid sailor hat and make your way to the cash register.
* * *
“I would like to try the peppermint stick please,” Erica Sinclair points to the ice cream.
“Haven’t you already tried that one?” You ask, getting out a sample spoon.
“Yes and I would like to try it again,” you groan and scoop up her ice cream.
You hear the window open, “Hey Henderson, how’s it going up here?” Steve asks, climbing through and hopping over the counter.
“Erica was just asking for more samples,” you tell him. He scoffs, spinning his ice cream scoop and putting it in his belt.
“Erica, you are abusing our sample policy, no more samples today.” You tell her. She huffs and stomps out of the shop. Steve leans over to you, “Do you think Suzie is real?”
“You know, it’s hard to tell, it really is.” You grin up at him.
“Excuse me?” A voice speaks up. You turn around and see Mark Lewinsky.
“Oh, hi Mark!” You smile. Mark looks over to Steve. “Hi Y/n,”
“Hey Harrington,” he gives Steve a wave. Steve leans against the counter with his arms crossed, looking less then amused. “Lewinsky.”
“What kind I get for you today?” You ask.
“Uh, actually I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date? With me? Tomorrow?” He awkwardly combs his fingers through his hair.
“Yes! Absolutely,” you say a little too quickly, you feel your face heat up, “I mean, I would love to, yes.”
“Ok great, I’ll pick you up tomorrow,”
“You’re holding up the line Lewinsky, either buy something or leave,” you forgot Steve was still standing there.
“Alright then, I’ll see you tomorrow Y/n,” you wave goodbye then turn around to face Steve, giving him a good punch to the arm, “What the hell, Steve! There’s not even a line!”
“He’s a douche! Why would you want to go out with someone like him?”
“Well that’s really none of your business,” you say, hitting him one more time.
“Ow! Would you stop that?”
“Hey!” You and Steve turn your heads to see Dustin and Robin watching you, “Would you two lovebirds knock it off, we’re trying to focus,” You feel your cheeks heating up, Steve stumbles over his words and in the process knocks his hat off., “See, I told you, if you want to make them flustered, call them lovebirds,” Robin tells Dustin, they start laughing. You glare at them.
“Have you two figured out the code yet?”
“So far we have “the week is long,” Robin says, pointing to her whiteboard.
“Well that’s thrilling,” Steve says, sounding defeated. The sound of giggling causes you to turn around. You see Eleven and Max. Your jaw drops.
“What are you doing here?” You whisper to El.
“Mike is being an asshole so we’re having a girls day,” Max says.
“Without me?” You ask. They order and you hand them their ice cream.
“Y/n you should come with us!”
You turn and look at Steve, “Think you can hold down the ship, sailor?” He looks towards Max and El then looks back at you, he sighs, “Yeah, sure, go have fun,” You finger gun and him and hop over the counter. You take off your hat and throw it towards Steve.
“I’ll be back in 30!” You shout as you and the girls run out of the store. Steve laughs and shakes his head, spinning your hat around his finger.
* * *
You and the girls shopped for clothes, did a photoshoot, and then sat and talked. Max and El caught you up on the whole Mike situation.
“Guys are such assholes,” you roll your eyes.
“That’s what I’m saying!” Max agreed. You looked up at the clock.
“Oh shit, I gotta go back to work,” you turn towards El, “El, Mike’s an asshole, you don’t need him!” You say giving her a hug, “Alright, I’ll see you guys later, have fun!” You yell as you run off.
* * *
You, Dustin, Steve, and Robin all stood staring at the board, reciting what was written on it, “The week is long, the silver cat feeds, when blue meets yellow in the west.”
“Huh,”
Steve locks up while you all stand around and wait for him. “I mean, it just can’t be right,” Steve stands up, “No it’s right, it’s obviously like a code or something,” Robin argues. You all start heading towards the mall exit. “It could be a spy could,” Dustin suggests, “Oh yeah! Like a super-secret spy code,” Robin agrees.
“That’s a total stretch,” Steve speaks up.
“I don’t know, is it?” You ask.
“Oh come on, you’re buying into this?” Steve looks over at you in disbelief.
“Listen, just for kicks, let’s just entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission, I mean, what are they gonna say? Fire the warhead at noon?”
“Exactly,” Dustin states.
“And my translations are correct, I know they are,” Robin confirms.
“So, I guess that confirms your suspicion. Evil Russians,” you teased. You go to look over at Steve but he’s not there.
“Hey, where’d Steve go?” You ask Robin and Dustin. You turn around and see him knelt by the automatic horse. “Steve, I think your too old to ride that” you joke, making your way over to him.
“Just give me a quarter,” he says, fumbling around in his pockets.
“Need some help getting up there Stevie?” Robin jokes, you laugh.
“Quarter!” Steve yells. You throw one to him.
“Are you… going to get on?” You ask, confused as to why he needed the quarter.
“No, I am not going to get on,” he sneered, “would you all just shut up and listen?”
The music that was playing sounded familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.
“Holy shit, the music,” Dustin says. Then it hits you.
“It was on the recording!” You exclaim.
“Maybe they have horses like that in Russia?” Robin asks.
“The Indiana Flyer? No I don’t think so. This code, it didn’t come from Russian,” Steve looks up at you all.
Pairing: None for the moment (current Jonathan Byers x platonic!reader
Prompt: You always thought Hawkins was the most boring town of all, stuck in a vacuum void of excitement and entertainment. Well, it seemed that until the world decided to flip upside down, literally.
Warnings: angst, fluff, language, some horror elements, some drama, basically what you expect from me and Stranger Things
A/N: Here’s the next part! Hope you guys like it! Here’s part one and part two!
You jumped in your seat, your hand jolting forward and connecting harshly with your jaw. You let out a hum of pain and rubbed over the spot, looking up at your friends around the table.
The Unmarked Mixtape is almost finished. But I have a harebrained idea.
Say there was one more fic in the series, which could also be read as a standalone if readers wish. Like, it would be in the same universe as TRE and TUM and come after TUM in the timeline, but if readers wanted to read #3 on its own without having to read all of the first two, that would totally work.
Say there were some loose threads I could tie up. Threads having to do with Will’s powers, and the people from the lab, and the Upside Down. After all, in TRE and TUM universe, S3 (or shall I say, TRS3) never happened - so there are some loose ends, in this AU, that never got resolved.
Say, just maybe, I’ve been dropping little hints throughout TUM that maybe there’s a danger lurking.
Say there was a Part 3 brewing, and that it was a little bit darker than TRE and TUM. Still absolutely byeler-centric, but a little more action-driven.
Say I was incredibly dumb and was considering starting another WIP just as soon as I finished a current one.
The Unmarked Mixtape would absolutely serve as its own complete ending, no requirement to continue into the slightly darker Part 3, but…
Mike: We need to find precise, clear evidence that proves El’s innocence and can help us find the actual criminal. Something so indisputably true that it’ll hit them like a bolt of lightning. Dustin: *claps* I got it! Mike: What? What is it? Dustin: Oh. Sorry. Dustin: *opens hands* I just…it’s just a fly.
