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Oblivious Lesbian Robin Headcanons

- You always rented movies over the weekend. But after Robin started working at the video store, you really rented movies. One for Thursday and Friday and Saturday. Whenever you could.

- Robin assumed you were there for Steve so she thought you were how but figured it was pointless. 

-Until Steve pointed out that you always asked her opinion every time you came to the store.

- “Robin, she always asks for your opinion and she touched your arm all day. Why do you think she does this?”  “She can probably tell you’re a dingus with bad taste.” “Ohmygod. You deserve to be alone.”

-You learned quickly that bad puns, deadpan humor, and casually insulting Steve were great ways to make her laugh. 

- Robin was helpless against everything you did, especially once you became comfortable enough to just walk up straight to the register and just chat her up. Yet she was determined to miss every flirtatious thing you did.

- “What if she doesn’t like girls, Steve? Then it’ll be awkward like when you confessed to me!” “I’m adding to the “Robin Sucks” board.”

-Eventually Steve just straight up asks you, making sure you know that he was asking for Robin’s sake. He also helpfully informs you that his friend is an idiot.

-So one Friday night you put on any rainbow or queer-esque stuff you owned

-As soon as Robin saw what you had on she turned bright red. “Do you li-like… you know?” “I like you Robin. Even if you’re a dingus.”

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Maybe It Exists (Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader)

A sequel to Part 1. It’s their date <3

Warnings: Language, mention of Russians, PTSD

Send in requests and I’ll get to them as soon as possible. I also have emergency commissions open because I’m in a tight place right now and could use some help. Love love love.

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Tiny Masterlist

Steve

Well Shit

Nurse’s Office

Coffee Shop AU

No Time For Billy

So Cold

Alexei

Shotgun

Hopper

Stood Up 

Hannibal Lecter

Lovely Night 

Will Graham

New Year 

Other

Get Pack (Pt 1)

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ShotGun

Summary: You were just trying to have fun at the fair, you didn’t expect to find a man covered in blood.

Pairing: not exactly a shippy fic, but centered around reader x Alexei

A/N: Mention of gore/blood, swearing, love for Alexei

You jumped up and down with excitement bubbling in your laughter. The carnival vendor grabbed the large brightly colored plush dog and handed it to you. A child passing by squealed and attempted to drag their parent over to win them a prize. You wrapped your arms around the giant body and made you way towards some other stalls, humming happily. Maybe you could get a funnel cake to celebrate. Oo, or a deep fried cheesecake. God bless the USA.

Just as you had laid your eyes on the sacred food stalls something in your peripheral vision caught your attention. You turned and saw a man clutching his blood soaked shirt and limping from the public view. There was a second of fear that washed over you; maybe this person was dangerous. But something in your gut told you that you needed to move fast. 

You ran after the man and found him hunched over, crying, pressing on his abdomen where blood began flowing steadily out. You forget to breath for a second as the red of his life force tainted his white shirt.

He looked up at you with pleading eyes, muttering something in a language you couldn’t place. You knelt down, trying to put a smile on your face. “Here, let me help.”

He said something else you didn’t know. 

“Please, I-I promise I won’t hurt you. I work at a hospital.”

You reached forward and pressed down on his chest with one hand. Dumping out your bag with your free hand, you attempted to Macgyver some sort of tool to plug the hole in his abdomen. When your eyes fell on the petrolatum, you would have cried if your body wasn’t in alert mode.

You were about to remove the man’s hand in order to begin working on the wound when two new arrivals announced their presence.

“Get away from him!” A balding man with large glasses hissed, pulling you away by your wrist.

“Now you don’t need to do that!” A woman protested, resting her hand on your shoulder as you wretched your wrist away.

The hurt man, becoming more and more sleepy as the moments passed, muttered something to the other in his foreign tongue. The glasses man obviously also spoke this language and replied. 

“I’m just trying to help!” You asserted. “I’m a nurse and this man needs help!”

“I don’t trust you.” He spat back. “Go back to your rigged games and fattening foods.”

A bubble of anger sat in your throat. Your cheeks were beginning to burn as a silent rage took over you. You pushed the man aside and began moving the shirt from the wound. You could hear the annoying man’s huffing as he readied what you expected to be another rude comment.

“This is going to plug the hole in his abdomen without allowing air in. The bleeding will slow drastically, which is the biggest cause of death from gunshots. Then, we can pick him up and get him to the first aid tent. There, they can keep him stable until the f*ck*ng ambulance arrives.” You hoped this explanation was enough for the dickhead.

“Sure! T-that sounds reasonable. I mean, really, what else are we going to do?” The kind woman chirped in a shaking voice before the bald dude had time to argue. He relented and followed your plan. 

After too long of a wait that was filled with dread and anxiety, the hurt man was put into an ambulance with you and the annoying man by his side and the other two (some dude in a Hawaiian shirt showed up) were following behind in their own vehicle.

The hurt man, seemingly getting better as the ambulance drivers began working on stopping the bleeding, was staring up at you. You let out an awkward chuckle before patting the man’s hand. When he said something to you, you looked at the other for an explanation.

The bald man, arms and legs crossed in the small seat he was provided, rolled his eyes at you before waving an explanation. “He wants to know your name.”

You laughed. It seemed like such a silly request at a time like that. But you responded anyone, giving your name. “And you?” You smiled at him, hoping he knew what you meant.

“Alexei.”

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Requests Open

Today I'll be writing a few pieces and thought I would try out shipping requests where you all send in some info about yourself and I will ship you with someone and write a bit for it.

My preferred fandoms: Stranger Things, Marvel (especially the Xmen and Thor or Loki), Harry Potter, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, B99, Letterkenny,and A Series of Unfortunate events.

Send in preferred name, gender identity/pronouns, sexuality, likes and dislikes, maybe something about your personality, and include if you have a specific fandom you want me to put you into ;)

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hi! could i have a male stranger things & marvel ship? (or just stranger things) my name is nicole, i’m 5’7 w blonde hair, amber eyes & glasses. i’m an istj so i like to think i’m HILARIOUS & quite witty, i love to laugh. i’m really shy, but am drawn to outgoing type to bring me out of my shell. i love being w friends but value alone time. i love going on adventures (road trips are the best). i am always down for a nap. i blush suuuper easily, & get flustered and stutter-y pretty easy too... ty!

I ship you with... Billy Hargrove!

- You knew Billy in California

- When he first saw you there was an immediate attraction; he was especially attracted to your height and your unique eyes

- “It doesn’t seem fair to hide those eyes from the world, dollface.” Which immediately turned you into a blushing mess, much to his satisfaction.

- After finding out about Billy’s dad you started to invite him over regularly. The two of you would fall asleep for a nap on the couch on the back porch, absentmindedly intertwining your fingers

-Billy liked to tease you until you began to stutter and continue to tease until you were a blushing, incomprehensible mess. (Who was absolutely loving it)

-You are literally the only person in his life who can make Billy genuinely laugh- a deep, satisfying laugh

-When Billy’s family relocated you drove him to Indiana, chatting about all the new girls he could get in this small town

-Which led to him pulling the car over to the side of the road and furiously making out with you

-The two of you took the scenic route, exploring and wasting time so that he didn’t have to be with his family.

-At the last stop before his family’s new home, Billy bought a tacky postcard from a gas station. He stuck it in the visor without you knowing. As you started the journey back home, it fell into your lap. On the back read  “Don’t forget about me dollface” and in very tiny letters “I love you”. ((Hope this is ok! It’s my first one))

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There’s No Such Thing As Truth Serum (Steve Harrington X Henderson!Reader)

Plot: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3 You wake up to find yourself tied to Steve Harrington after taking a less than kind beating for information. Times running out and you aren’t sure this adventure will end as merrily as the ones of the past. Not to mention the Russians injected you with some drug that’s removed the filter from your words. Warnings: violence, interrogation, drugging, Russians, language, angst, mention of death, truth

Depending on the response to this, I could make a sequel. As always, requests and emergency commissions are open. Send love.

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Stood Up

Summary: When Jim is stood up by Joyce at Enzo’s, the reader (who is a server at Enzo’s) follows after the stumbling man to make sure he gets home safe. 

Pairing: Hopper x Reader but not really

A/N: Spoilers for s3. Some minor swearing, alcohol consumption, mention of driving under the influence. Just a fic to get the creative energies moving. If this is terrible it’s because I wrote this stoned. Please feel free to send in requests! 

Jim had been waiting, and waiting, and waiting and waiting and waiting and- He honestly did not think about the possibility that Joyce wouldn’t show up. Sure, her enthusiasm about their not-date been pretty low when he haggled with her earlier, but he figured she was just playing it cool. Now, nearly 10 o’clock, Jim felt a cold sadness spread through his chest. It had been so long since he went on a date. He felt foolish for being excited.

The fancy wine helped to mask the emotional distress the police chief was quietly enduring until the waiter, not-Enzo, came and asked about entrees. It was at that point that Hopper had had enough of the cooing couples, soothing atmospheric music, and the low lighting! Hopper slammed down money, grabbed the bottle of wine, and left despite the attempts by non-Enzo to retrieve the wine. He was the chief of police, who was really going to stop him from leaving with the wine he thought he deserved. That’s where you come in.

You had been watching, with soft pitiful eyes, as the chief had waited and drank and sunk further into his own loneliness without his date. Had you not been at work and serving 4 tables then you convinced yourself that you would have had the bravery to sit down across from that guy and keep him company. But your hands were full. You only forced yourself into action when the guy left with the Chianti. You explained to non-Enzo that you would get the bottle and make sure the guy was fine. Whipping off your apron, you jogged after the stumbling man.

Jim had just gotten to his truck and attempted to climb in when you ran up and yanked the keys out of his hands. For a second he froze. He looked at his hand, mildly concerned. Then he finally look at you. He reached out his hand and slurred, “Give those back please. And you’re not taking the wine, I paid for-”

You wanted to laugh but were attempting a composed, adult aura. “You can keep the wine, but I can’t let you drive like this.”

Jim leaned against the side of his truck, set the bottle on the driver’s seat, and lit a cigarette. He offered one to you, which you may or may not decide to take. “I can drive a car kid.”

“Aren’t you the chief? Shouldn’t you be, y’know, setting an example? What if you hit someone? Or drive off a bridge? Or hit a dog? Or grandma? Or-or-”

Hopper rubbed his face in irritation, scratching at the prickly stubble on his chin. “Okay, okay!” Hopper held up his hands in defeat. It wasn’t worth it to fight.

You smiled triumphantly and pocketed his keys. “Come on.” You walked the short distance around the side of the building where the servers parked. 

The car ride was quiet. Your radio was a piece of junk, so music and static filled the air. You wanted to say something, but weren’t quite sure what to say. This man was having a rough night.

“Do you like this shirt?” Jim asked abruptly.

You laughed, “Uh-yeah. It’s nice. Really brings out the-,” You squinted to make out the color of his irises, “blue, in your eyes.”

Hopper muttered something of a thank you before you reached his house. 

When the car was stopped, he unbuckled, grabbed his wine, and got out. You tossed him his keys.

“Thanks for driving. You’re a good kid.”

You cringed at the attempt of a compliment. “No problem, stay outta trouble.”

There was a pause where a goodbye could have gone before you worked up the courage to say, “So, if you, hypothetically, wanted to pick your truck up at, maybe, 9pm tomorrow, I’ll be off work...and we could get something...to eat...together.” You felt embarrassment rush to your cheeks.

Hopper smiled and scratched the back of his neck. “As long as we agree that it’s not a date.”

“No way, not a date! You’re just paying me back for driving your drunk ass home.”

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Get Back (pt 1)

Summary: After a shift at the public pool, a shadow stops by the say hello.

Pairing: none (yet)

A/N: Haven’t written in awhile. In desperate need of some requests because my creativity and inspiration for season 3 is sadly low. I will likely put out more parts to this that progress through the season. I’ll also be doing one-shots.

The summer had just really started in Hawkins. The public pool was packed almost everyday with people desperate for some relief from the glistening sun. And since the nearest ocean was hours and hours of driving away, a jam packed public pool was good enough. You had decided to get a job at the pool as a lifeguard to fill the gap that summer afforded you between graduating high school and the rest of your life. Your second choice had been getting a job at the new StarCourt Mall, but that was a significantly longer commute and you were, unfortunately, without a car.

You exited the changing rooms, squared your shoulders and walked past the lounging lusty housewives with a confident saunter, ignoring the soft whispers that followed as your made your way to your post. You were aware of their lifeguard preference at this point, but Billy didn’t always get to have all of the fun as king of the pool. Now it was your turn to shine.

The day was hot and stretched far longer than you would have preferred. Thankfully, it was now closing time. The happy screaming was replaced with the summer night sounds. You breathed in the dusk air and began your closing duties. When the equipment was put away, the chairs were hosed down, and the changing rooms were cleared, you were about to lock the front gate when you noticed a figure standing in the dark on the outside.

Your eyes grew wide and your heart began to beat in your ears. There wasn’t anyone there just a second ago.

“Wh-who-” You began to exclaim loudly with as much confidence you could muster but before you could finish the shadow moved into the light. You sighed. 

“It’s me.”

“Billy you scared the sh*t outta me!”

 “I just wanted to say thanks for taking this shift.”

“Oh, uh no problem. I know you’ve been having trouble with the sun so-... But...why-why are you here now? You didn’t come all this way just to thank me...right?” 

“I also wanted to see you.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. Your cheeks burned. You fumbled with the keys and nearly dropped them. You composed yourself.

You took a step closer to the gate. Billy did as well. A chain link fence was all that separated you two. Perhaps it was the dark night that began to creep into the light, but there was something different about the way that Billy was speaking. At first you couldn’t quite place what it was. You squinted up at him, attempting to see more of his face through the hazy darkness.

His hand shot up suddenly, grabbed onto the gate, and pushing it open. You backed away a few steps, unsure of what to do. He stood there for a few seconds of silence. There was a sudden tightness to your muscles that you hadn’t been aware of before. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up.  There was a warning signal being sent down your spine.

Automatically your body sprinted out of the way just as Billy rushed forward and attempted to grab your neck. You looked to the exit and moved that way. There was nothing but blank terror running through your thoughts. You didn’t have the luxury of thinking up a plan; your brain led you out of the pool, past the slowly dying main streets, and to the small trailer you called your own. You locked the door, shut the shades, and kept the lights low. You crawled quickly across the kitchen tiles, grabbing a knife as you made your way to the phone. With your back to the wall you brought the phone to the floor and dialed 911.

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Lovely Night

Summary: Got a request that asked for a Hannibal x Reader on a romantic dinner date that is interrupted by Will. They wanted it to take a bloody twist, so I’m giving it a shot.

Pairing: Hannibal x Reader

A/N: Mention of gun use and blood. Still taking requests, hope you like it.

The restaurant was small, intimate, and dimly lit by candles. Perhaps by chance, there were only two other occupied tables with couples sipping deep red wine and holding hands. You sat across from Hannibal as he expertly ordered a meal for the two of you. You knew you were in good hands since Hannibal was an expert culinary mastermind.

He looked away from the waiter and folded his hands onto the table. The two of you started idle chit chat, looking deeply into each other’s eyes and enjoying one another’s company in the warm glow of candles. Your food arrived, you ate and enjoyed it. Once the plates were cleared you sat back and started making innuendos about leaving and working off the fantastic meal that you had shared. He was about to reply when there was a sudden loud bang.

Hannibal’s body slumped forward, blood slowly starting to drizzle out of his temple. You sat there in horror, eyes wide, mouth agape. Your blood ran cold and you felt yourself shiver into shock. You turned your attention to the figure standing a little ways away from your table.

It was Will, gun still pointed towards Hannibal. His dark eyes looked over at you, his aim now turning towards you. You were now staring down the barrel of a gun.

“Next time, stay away from my husband.”

There was a second where you heard the pop of a gun, then all of a sudden you felt yourself jolt upright, now in a dark room. You were breathing heavily, looking around the almost completely dark room. You could feel the bed underneath your hands, a soft comforter on your knees. A soft groan made you jump a little.

You could make out a slight figure in the darkness. You let out a half laugh, half sigh. It was Hannibal, alive and breathing. You gently moved hair out of his face before lying back into bed. You stayed awake the rest of the night, thinking about the look on Will’s face, Hannibal’s blood dripping onto the table. You felt the sudden urge to find Will and end him before he could end you.

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Nurse's Office

Summary: Got a request that said: Can you write an imagine where the reader suffers from epilepsy and is embarrassed and Steve helps them through the tough time.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

A/N: Still taking requests, hope you like it.

You sat in the school nurse, laying on your back on the uncomfortable cot. You had, sadly, had another epileptic episode at school. Of course, you forgot to take your medicine and stress pushed you to the edge. You felt the embarrassment prickle in your cheeks as you threw your arms over your eyes. How could this happen at school?

The door to the office opened slowly and you heard the oh so familiar voice of Steve Harrington as he tried to charm his way in.

“Ms. Goodman, wonderful to see you. I just came to see the patient.” The nurse gave him a once over but allowed to enter.

You rolled on your side and tried to hide your face from Steve. He pulled up a chair and sat beside you.

“Hey.”

You waited a couple seconds before turning to face him. “Hi.”

“Are you okay?” He made his cute concerned puppy face.

You shrugged. “I just...I feel silly. I hate when this happens at school. Everyone always stares and-and…”

Steve rolled his eyes. “They were only staring because you look great in that shirt.

You playfully punched Steve, somewhat successfully because you were laying down.

He continued. “I don't think you should feel embarrassed about this. I think you're really strong. You live with epilepsy everyday of your life and you're usually great at keeping it in line. There's nothing wrong with a couple of bad days.”

He placed his hand in yours and you could feel the heat rise to your cheeks. Why did he have to be so cute?

You sat up slowly and pulled him into a hug.

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Well Shit

Summary: Short fluffiness

Pairing: Steve x Reader

You were walking, books in hands, with your closest friend. First period was going to start soon, but there was still time for some chatting. Your best friend kept going on and on about their significant other.

“They're just so perfect. Such a great kisser, and those hands..mhhh.”

You rolled your eyes good heartedly, bumping your hip into theirs. “Give it a rest. You’ll have a new boo in three weeks, tops.”

They gasped playfully. “How dare you? I’m going to marry them, I’ll have you know. But don’t you worry. One day you’ll find someone to love.”

You laughed at the ridiculous thought. “I don’t think I could ever like anyone, let alon-.”

Just as you finished your sentence a shoulder brushes into yours. You look over your shoulder and meet the gaze of none other than Steve Harrington. He gives you a charming smile and a wink.

“Shit.”

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New Year

Summary: New year for Will Graham and the reader

Pairing: Will Graham x Reader

A/N: Short and simple fluff piece. Taking Requests

You and Will sat on his front porch surrounded by all of Will's dogs as well as Shena, your own beagle. Shena only really liked one of Will's small dog, Curtis. The other ones she simply tolerated for Curtis’ sake.

  Will glanced over to you. You were staring up into the dark night, mindlessly petting Shena on the top of her head. In your other hand was a wine glass full of sparkling juice. Your shoulders were excessively tense as always, your brow was furrowed. Maybe you were deep in thought. Maybe you, like Will, could never turn off all of the intrusive thoughts; couldn't shut your eyes tight enough to fight back the shadows.

  Suddenly a beeping sound interrupted the quiet night noises. You were snapped out of your reverie. You glanced over at Will’s watch, saw the time, and raised your glass towards him. He took his beer bottle and clinked it against your glass.

   After you had both had taken a swig of your respective drinks you leaned over and placed a soft kiss onto Will's lips. Your hand lingered on his cheek a few seconds. You could see his breath in the air, how it mixed with your own. The seconds felt like years and you both hoped you could stay like this forever.

“Happy new year.” You said to one another.

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Taking Fanfic Requests

I’d love to take requests for some reader inserts. I’m willing to write reader x Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Hopper, Billy, Hannibal, Will Graham, Dean or Castiel. Please give me any ideas so that I can continue writing.

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Coffee Shop AU

Summary: Steve happens to see you in a coffee shop. Something compels him to get closer for a better look.

Pairing: Steve Harrington X Reader

A/N: Coffee Shop AU. This Steve is more of a season one Steve.

This wasn’t his scene. The coffee shop smelled too strongly of grounds and cigarette smoke. The walls were covered in macabre art, the floors were hardwood and dark. His pastel shirt and khakis didn’t quite fit the aesthetic of this place. Anyone within his ‘cool’ friend group would think that he went down the rabbit hole for even looking at this place twice. But they weren’t ones for doing anything adventurous outside of skipping class and getting drunk at house parties.

He looked up at the menu, trying his hardest to ignore the stares he was receiving for the way he looked. The irony. Espresso? Was that good? He wasn’t even a fan of the coffee his parents drank, and he didn’t even know what that was. He took a deep breath and made his way to the cashier.

The cashier was the same one who worked every weekend. You had curly hair, a black beret, a nose ring, and only seemed to wear grays and blacks. He had passed by the new shop, saw you, and made it a mission to at least talk to you once.

“What can I get you?”

Steve gave his best charming smile. “An espresso please, large.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him, seemingly aware that he had no idea what he was ordering. But you gave a half smile and took the money that he handed you. When you handed him back the change he slipped a dollar into the tip jar.

A few minutes later you handed Steve the drink, surprised that he hadn’t just gone and taken a seat somewhere in the cafe like other customers. He took the drink, wanting to say more, but couldn’t find anything that made sense to bring up, especially since you were working. He sat down at a table away from others and tasted espresso for the first time in his life. Not a fan.

He sat there, looking around (mostly trying to get subtle looks at the cashier) and feeling completely out of place. It wasn’t a great feeling, very vulnerable, but he just needed to think of some way to talk to the cashier.

His chance arrived when the you were about to walk out the door, obviously finished with your shift. He stared at the barely touched coffee cup in front of him and then back at you. He grabbed his jacket and followed after you as coolly as he could muster.

“Hey.” He called after you once he was outside the cafe. He jogged up next to you.

You gave him a cool smile, not an unfriendly one. You had decided not to say anything.

“I was wondering, maybe you wanted to get dinner sometime? Or see a movie?” Steve threw it all out there.

A hand covered your mouth as you laughed. Steve’s confidence faltered slightly. When you finished laughing you patted Steve’s shoulder. “You come into work once, order something you didn’t drink, and ask me out.”

Steve stood there a little awkwardly. Most girls just told him yes.

“I’ll make you a deal.” Steve’s eyes brightened. “Learn a little about coffee, try to impress me, and maybe I’ll go out with you. Maybe.” You had gotten to where you stashed your bike, swung your leg over it, and peddled away with a small wave to Steve.

He walked to his own car, determined to figure out everything he could about coffee. Normally he wouldn’t waste so much time going after one person, but there was something about your wild hair and piercings that made him need to see you again.

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No Time For Billy

Summary: The Reader spends a day at school without their Harrington. Billy thinks it’s time for him to swoop in and steal Steve’s ‘prize’. Bad Choice

Pairing: Steve Harrington X Reader

A/N: Minor Swearing

You had waited for Steve to drive up to your house in the morning to drive to school. You were very disappointed at the sight of Jonathan pulling up to your driveway. Not that you hated Jonathan, but you were never really close to one another. You stayed on neutral terms given the fact that he was Will’s brother.

You got in the backseat since Nancy was in shotgun. You exchanged good mornings and the typical pleasantries. Then you all stared in different directions (Jonathan was obviously looking out the front window). You drove to school in mostly silence.  

Once inside of school the three parted ways. In the back of your mind you were looking for Steve, waiting to see if he would pop up all of a sudden with his usual cherriness. But the day went on and on and you didn’t catch a glimpse of him. You were sitting in Calculus before the bell rang, waiting for what felt like hours to see if he would saunter in through the doors. But he never showed up.

You went to your locker, pouting. It was never fun when a good friend didn’t show up, especially when making new friends was hard. But the day was over and you could go home and be in a comfortable environment. All you had to do was go to Jonathan’s car. Then home free.

A hand slammed on the locker to your left. You jumped out of your skin, but only slightly in a visible sense. That definitely wasn’t a Steve move, and there was only one person in the school who would have the balls to try and mess with the pink punk.

“Looks like king Steve left the princess alone.” You ignored him, closing your locker and swinging your backpack onto your shoulder.  Not once did you glance over at Billy. You didn’t want him to get the satisfaction of a proper rise out of you.

You started down the hallway towards the exit. Billy followed after you, watching as you walked away with a smirk on his face. “Oh, come on. You shy all of a sudden?”

You only raised an eyebrow and sneered. “Not shy, I just don’t want to talk to you.”

Billy’s cocky, supposedly charming and handsome smirk faltered. He was beginning to get a little tired of this hard to get shit, and there was no way that Harrington would be able to get a bitch that he couldn’t get.

“Ey, ey.” Billy grabbed your wrist and pulled you close. “Don’t be like that princess. Why don’t you trade in ol’ Stev-”

Your palm connected with Billy’s face faster than he could finish his sentence. He let go of your wrist and backed away half a step. A couple of other student’s stopped on their way out when they saw the punch.

A prickle formed in your cheeks as well as your hand but you kept a firm expression. “Don’t you ever grab me again.” You turned away, but made sure to look over your shoulder cooly and say, “And Billy, your obsession with Steve, little creepy.”

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So Cold

Summary: It’s cold. You were having dinner with the Byers and the rest of the Party. Flirtation and fluffiness ensue. 

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

A/N: fluffy reader insert 

“Let me drive you home. Or, or Jonathan can. He can drop you off after Nancy.” Joyce was trying her hardest to keep you from riding your bike home. She had been successful the other day. Your bike had been stored in their shed out back. There was too much snow on the ground to be riding. To much ice. You were becoming one of her children, and the thought of you in an accident or getting hurt stressed Joyce out. All of the young children decided that they would stay the night.

“I’ll do it.”

You rolled your eyes although your face was burning. Of course he would offer. Steve put a hand gently on your shoulder. “I won't take no as an answer. About driving you home I mean.” That was Steve's attempt at sensitivity. It was a good effort; a dorky one, but good nonetheless.

“Thanks Steve.” Jonathan and Nancy said goodbyes and see you laters. Joyce waved goodbye as you begrudgingly got into Steve’s car.

It was freezing. You pulled your coat closer to you and shivered. He was trying to defrost windows as quickly as possible so that you could leave safely.

You groaned loudly, fiercely rubbing you numbing hands together. Steve watched you stare angrily at your own hands, almost like you was willing them to feel your anger and heat up. He laughed. Your eyes grew wide for a second at the sound. You stopped your previous expression and went back to trying to be cool. But the air was colder and you couldn't keep up you mask.

“Fuck its so cold!”

“That's winter for you.”

“Shut up Harrington.” You glared over at him. Heating systems in cars weren’t up to what they could be.

Steve, feeling bold, reached over and grabbed your hands. Your face exploded with heat. You could have warmed your fingers by the fire under your cheeks. Steve started rubbing them between his strong hands, blowing hot air onto them every now and again. You just stared at him in surprise and embarrassment. You wanted to protest to seem your usual cool self, but it felt so nice, skin to skin contact with Steve, that your mind refused to let you fuck up the moment.

Mr.Smooth looked up from your hands. “How’s that?”

You nodded, lost for words. Well, you had a lot of things you wanted to say. And many things you wanted to do. But you knew better than to say or do anything.

“Anywhere else cold?” His crooked smile crept onto his lips.

Lips. Those were cold. Those were very cold. Could definitely use warming up. You shook your head, more trying to get the ideas running through your mind to stop rather than answering him.

Dammit. Steve cursed in his head. He had been hoping that the question was open ended enough that you would make the first move. Although, could he really be surprised that you weren't going to allow him something like that?

Steve smiled, less flirty, more genuine. “I’m glad you’re warmer now. The car should be good to go.”

He took his hands away from your’s. You let out a soft noise of disappointment. Suddenly your hands felt so empty. But if anything was going down then you would be in control.

You crossed your arms over your chest and, before Steve could shift into reverse, said, “Anywhere you want me to warm up?”

Now it was Steve’s turn to try and stay composed. He put on his best flirty face and turned back to face you. But the way you were looking at him made it hard for him not to make a fool out of himself.

“Right here.” He tapped his bottom lip.

He could feel the embarrassment running to his cheeks. He could see your cheeks tinting pink. Would you do it?

You leaned towards Steve. His heart was beating in his ears and pounding against his chest. Was this really happening? Was he dreaming?

You reached out a hand for Steve’s cheek, he placed a hand on the one that was resting in your lap. He closed his eyes, you faces inches apart. Then he felt the pressure on his lips. His confusion came quickly. His eyes opened and he saw you smirking in your seat. The smirk was cuter than normal, less condescending.

You had pressed your fingers to his mouth. They smelled like soap. You could feel his breath on your fingertips. Steve felt like a nimrod, but he took hold of your hand and pressed his lips into your fingertips, looking right into your eyes.

You sucked in air. You weren’t expecting this reaction. You readied yourself for him to pull away, make a snide remark or just look like an idiot. This was too unexpected. You hadn’t prepared a response. You looked at him with wide eyes and a red face.

The two of you stayed together like this for a few moments before mutually pulling away slowly. You both sat back in your seats and finally exited the Byers’ property. The car ride was a little stiff. That was a big step to take. You kept thinking about how soft his lips were. You subconsciously placed those fingers to your lips. Steve was thinking about how cute of a face you had made and the way your hand trembled. He hoped out of excitement.

The car made it to your’s house. Steve parked in front. You quickly got out of the car, to Steve’s disappointment. But you swooped back down so that you could see one another. You gave a cheeky grin before saying, “That was nice.”

You walked to your front porch and unlocked your door without looking back. Your face was too embarrassing to allow Steve to see. Even the smile you had given him as you said goodbye was too much. You let your shield down so much that day. It was almost nice.

Steve punched his steering wheel, a goofy grin sliding onto his face. Whatever that was, was amazing. He couldn’t wait to see you on Monday.

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