Synopsis: The complicated story of a kinda-sorta relationship and its fallout during an unexpected wildfire reunion.
Word Count: 24.1k
Warnings: A curse word or two. Mentions of drug use. Mentions of fire. Mentions of addiction. Mentions of relapse. Mentions of overdose. Mentions of the tsunami. Mentions of sex. Abandonment issues. Mentions of TK being shot. Owen is a bit of an asshole in this. kinda angsty
Author’s Note: This is my first Buck one shot in nearly a year. So, it’s been a hot minute. The title comes from the song “Could Be Good” which I have been obsessed with these past few months.
I want to apologize because this is without a doubt the longest fic I have ever written. So, if you actually do read it all the way to the end, I will be so very grateful and love you forever. Also, fun fact, this entire fic came to be because I had a dream that ended up being the final scene in this entire one shot! Enjoy!
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Masterlist
“That guy is staring at you.”
As if you can’t feel the pair of eyes that are practically burning a hole into the side of your head. His eyes haven’t left you since the first second he saw you, and you knew you were in for an entirely unique kind of hell when you saw the 118 painted on the side of one of the visiting fire trucks.
And you know that this is your fault, and you know that you’ve been running on borrowed time. But you had been hoping that there was a little bit of sand left in the hourglass. Because you don’t know how to do this.
You don’t know how to face the things you broke. Because you’ve always been the kind to cut and run, it’s kind of your speciality at this point, and each heartbroken boy left in your wake is just another mile added to the marathon.
And you don’t backtrack. Once you’ve reached the next milestone you don’t look over your shoulder to see if any of the other runners are catching up or to get one last glimpse of the signs cheering you on from the sidelines. As far as you’re concerned, Los Angeles is over and done and now you’re all about Austin.
So, it doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter that these past few months you’ve felt like you’re trying to fit a square peg in a round hole. It doesn’t matter that you feel like Austin is suffocating you a little more each day and soon enough, if you’re not careful, you’ll just drift away. And it especially doesn’t matter that Evan Buckley is just a few feet away with his mind solely on you instead of the matter at hand.
It doesn’t matter because it’s fine. He’s fine. You’re fine. Everything is fine.
At least that’s what you’ve been telling yourself.
Words: 1k+
Type: Fluff
Summary: Your daughter has some trouble sleeping, so you and Rhett tend to always wake up in the midst of the night with her.
Warnings: GenderNeutral!Reader. No mentions of the daughter being biological or her name. Mentions of trouble sleeping, and kids.
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Ever since your daughter grew from a baby to a toddler, she has had some problems sleeping. You and Rhett have tried everything. From night lights to actually leaving the light on in her bedroom. And she still struggles.
Thankfully, it’s not every day, sometimes not even every week, but when it happens, it can take some time to make her fall back asleep. This means less sleep for all of you, and two worried parents trying to fit in a tiny bed to keep your daughter company. Not exactly comfortable, may you add.
Your daughter has always been a shy scaredy-cat kind of kid, and when you have a house as big as yours in the countryside, it gets really dark and some strange noises do make themselves heard. Nothing too out of the ordinary. Most of the time it's the wood of your furniture or floor cracking or, maybe even, one of the animals outside running loose. Whatever it is, it is always able to scare her.
Rhett has accepted his place as the parent that gets up and goes to her when she calls for the two of you. He hates having you get up so late at night, so he prefers to be the one to calm her down and let you have your night of sleep in peace. Sometimes, he’s so efficient that you don’t even hear him get up or your daughter calling out.
This time, though, it’s different. Your daughter did not stay in bed or called out to you. She got herself up from the small bed with her stuffed animal in her hand and dragged it through the floor as she crossed the scary long, dark hallway by herself.
That is because tonight, she wasn’t scared because she heard a noise or had a nightmare. She simply couldn’t sleep.
She fell asleep for maybe 10 minutes when you and Rhett tucked her in, but she woke up by herself right after. She tried to do it by herself and go back to sleep, as she does when she’s very tired, but it didn’t work. She avoided calling out to either of you for too long, and, now, she has had enough.
You and Rhett are sound asleep. He’s sleeping on his back, and you on your side. You have your back to him, and his arm is right under your pillow as your hands stay on top of one another.
When your daughter pushes your door wide open, neither of you moves.
She walks over to the bed and casually throws her stuffed toy onto it, achieving at making the bull lay just by your legs. And the feeling of it hitting your leg wakes you up from your slumber.
You tiredly open your eyes and look around confused. You have no idea what woke you up. You tried to look back at Rhett to see if he had said or done anything since you thought to not have been asleep for long, but you only find him laying on his back and asleep.
As you sit up confused, you notice your daughter’s favorite stuffed animal just beside your legs. You pick it up and, out of the corner of your eye, you see two little hands reach up to your bed and tiny fingers gripping onto the mattress.
It was truly terrifying to see them at first glance, but you slowly reminded yourself that you have a daughter.
You look over to see the toddler struggling to pull herself up to your bed. You watch her in silence, slightly impressed with her strength as she is able to lift herself up somehow. But you don’t watch for too long as whenever she begins to struggle a little too much, you don’t let her fall and actually pull her up to you.
She sits down beside you, letting out a little breath of surprise, and, through the darkness, her sleep-heavy eyes look for your face.
“What’s wrong?” You ask her in a whisper.
“Can’t sleep.” She tells you with her small voice, unable to whisper as low.
You watch her for a little bit as you grab her plushy and give it back to her. Her reaction is to crawl closer to you and lay back down. You do the same and let her snuggle as you lean back against your pillow.
You’re not planning on taking her back to bed, even though you know, deep down, that you should. But, just look at her. You simply can't resist the way her tiny self is beginning to lay her head on your shoulder while hugging her plushy's neck close to her chest.
Rhett moves slightly beside you and turns to lay on his side. That grabs the attention of your daughter as she looks at him with her big doe eyes. She expects him to be awake, continuously looking at him as if waiting for something to happen, and then she feels you lay a kiss on her forehead.
“We need to sleep.” You whisper at her.
She nods with her cheek flush against you, agreeing, and you wrap your arm around her securely, holding her close to you. The arm that she has around her stuffed animal lifts and lays across your chest, carefully holding you as well.
You close your eyes while cuddling her and begin to move your hand across her back comfortingly.
At that moment, Rhett opens his eyes, awakened from his sleep by the simple noise of your whisper, and his eyes focus on the dark room first. He searches for what could've woken him up but his gaze soon falls on you.
Rhett watches as you fall back asleep, your chest moving up and down in soft breaths, all while you have your daughter laying just beside you. Her eyes are closed as well, but Rhett can tell that she isn’t asleep. Her eyes open not even a second later, and their gazes meet.
A little smile forms on both of their faces, and her little hand lifts from your chest. Rhett watches as she carefully outstretches her arm towards him, wanting to hold his hand before going to sleep - as she tends to do.
Rhett smiles at the small girl and holds her little hand with only two of his fingers. She lays her head over your shoulder again and closes her eyes, more than happy with what she accomplished by coming to your room.
Rhett also lays his head back down and watches as the sight continuously makes his heart grow full.
Time passes, and he doesn’t know for how long he watches the two of you. His heart tenders at the thought of waking up tomorrow just to lay his eyes on this view all over again and, just like that, he falls back asleep.
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When you shadow Hornet, your big sister, on an 'easy' mission to kill a target and retrieve a silver brief case, neither of you are prepared for how hard it turns out to be.
SFW; Canon typical violence, AU/Canon divergence, blood, language, pining, slight age gap (Reader is 21, Tangerine is 32).
A/N: This was a request that I took and absolutely went off the rails with. I loved writing it so much, it was an absolute blast! I may write more for them in the future, I love a good sibling dynamic and there is so much potential here.
“Are you seriously going to wear that out of the bathroom?”
“Do you have a better idea? I can’t exactly walk into the employee lounge.”
“Isn’t someone going to be suspicious?”
“So? Momomon had to take a little bathroom break. Focus on getting the snake onboard.”
“This is easy, you know I have it covered… You always give me the baby tasks.”
“It’s because you’re a baby.”
“Am not.”
“My baby sister.”
You groaned, letting that serve as a response.
Across the busy train station, you saw your older sister exit the women’s restroom wearing the pink and white mascot costume. She passed several waving children without even turning to look at them.
You chided her over the comms piece in your ear. “Remember to act like a mascot, Hornet.”
“I will once I get on the train, Wasp.”
Stepping forward, you received your ticket and went along your way through security. Having given a few well-placed bribes the day before, it was a breeze. No one even attempted to check inside your bags or the crate that carried the Boomslang snake. A baby task, just as you had said.
The outside air was crisp and biting as you exited the building and stood patiently waiting on the platform. There were only a few others outside, all had their heads down—hands in pockets; most preferred to wait in the comfort of the station. Trying to smooth your dress down with a hand did nothing to calm your impatience.
You rolled your shoulders, looking for the familiar form of a fluffy mascot, but seeing none. “I’m on the platform, what’s your position?”
“Dealing with some children. Be there shortly.”
“Good to hear you’re getting in some much-needed practice.”
There was a sound of grumbling before Hornet asked, “See anyone interesting waiting for the train?”
“By interesting, do you mean big scary killers or our pathetic little Russian child? Either way—oh!”
Your words were cut off as you were roughly bumped into and jostled forward. A strong hand caught your arm as you were about to stumble and pulled you back.
The man who held your arm in his warm grasp—a very good-looking British gentleman in his early 30’s with a mustache, was offering his apologies.
His eyes scanned your face and his hand lingered before pulling away slowly. “Terribly sorry, love.”
Behind him stood another gentleman, who had a softer face and wore a more casual, but still nice, jacket. He wasn’t looking at you as he hastily pulled a blanket around someone in a wheelchair. Off the back of the chair’s handles hung a silver briefcase.
You tore your eyes away from the mustached man to examine the person slumped over. Instinct told you that this wasn’t normal. Their head hung down toward their lap, no doubt unconscious, and there was a blanket around their shoulders, draped over their face.
The handsome man side-stepped to block your view. You caught sight of gold rings on his fingers. “Just trying to get our friend here ready for the train. Pardon us.”
From behind the wheelchair, the other man gave you a polite smile as he roughly wheeled their ‘friend’ away down the length of the platform.
Hornet’s tense voice came in through the comms. “Who was that? What happened? Wasp?”
Your eyes followed after the man in the suit, lavishly taking in the sight of his strong shoulders. “I think I may have found our targets. There’s good news and bad news. Which do you want first?”
There was a pause. “Bad news.”
“Ok, so bad news is our targets are being escorted by two men, thick British accents—no doubt hired for the job. The good news is one of them is positively gorgeous. I mean just a walking sculpture; you should see his mustache. Like, holy sh—"
“Wasp! Focus!”
Your eyes drifted down the platform toward the two men who were talking amongst themselves as they waited, settling on the one with gold rings. God, his fingers were thick. “Oh, I’m focused alright.”
“Jesus Christ—” There was an aggravated sigh before Hornet started over. “Ok, you said they were British? What does the other one look like?”
“Heavier set, a little taller, rounder face.”
“Shit, it’s The Twins.”
“Well, uh, no—I wouldn’t call them twins, per se…”
“That’s their whole thing. Don’t be fooled—they’re brothers. Their codenames are based off citrus fruit and they go absolutely crazy on jobs. Do not get near them, do not engage. You understand me, Wasp?”
Hornet’s words were lost as the approaching train rolled up into the station with an accompanying gust of cold wind that ruffled the edge of your dress. Your eyes were still on one of the twins when he turned and caught you staring. That was fine by you—his eyes stayed glued to yours as the train came to a halt.
Too far away to discern his expression, you wondered what he was thinking as he turned his body slightly toward you while still talking to his brother.
The sound of the train doors sliding open with a ding brought you out of your thoughts, and you broke the stare to look inside at the passengers exiting in a steady stream. When they had all filtered out, you cast one more look in his direction, pleased to see that he hadn’t stopped watching you, then boarded the train.
Inside, it was very nice. Rows of padded seats filled both sides. All of the passengers minded their own business, focused on what they had in front of them. Soft music and cartoons played over the speakers of TV’s around the cabin.
You spoke nonchalantly, unbothered by any of the passengers. “I’m on the train. Heading for the cargo hold.”
Your sister’s gruff voice came over the comms, she sounded grumpy. “Copy. Boarding now.” After a beat, she added, “You still haven’t given me your word that you won’t engage with The Twins.”
“That’s because I fully intend to, sis.”
“Absolutely not.”
You sighed dramatically as you passed through into the next cabin. “You always do this when men are involved.”
“Ok, first off, I’m your older sister—that’s part of my job. And second off, you are only 21 years old. That man, he’s probably in his 40’s—”
“—Early 30’s, at most.” You added a smile to your tone in an attempt at making her angrier, “And you know how much I love a mature man.”
“He’s dangerous, Wasp.”
“Ooh, even better.”
“Are you doing this just to piss me off? You did the same thing in Mexico at that wedding job.”
“That? Oh, that was forced. And quite honestly, he wasn’t leaving me alone.”
“…You should have told me.”
“What would’ve been the point? He wound up dead along with the rest of them, anyway.”
“I would have enjoyed poisoning them more.”
“Aw, big protective sis. All up in arms over me.”
The last door slid open to reveal a small closet-like room that held suitcases and bags. Finding an empty spot, you stashed the snake and made sure there was no danger of it falling or being moved.
You let your eyes wander and observe the other bags as you informed Hornet. “Our venomous friend is secure.”
“You have your shot of antivenom, right?”
Practically rolling your eyes into the back of your head, you replied while patting the leg it was strapped to, “For the thousandth time, yes.”
“Good, and don’t use the venom unless—”
“—Unless I have no other choice, I got it. You worry too much.” Peeking out of the small door’s window into the passenger cabin, you scanned the backs of the chairs. “When do I get to kill the little rat bastard with it?”
“Easy there, tiger. If all goes according to plan, you’ll only be watching.”
You pouted. “What? Why?”
“You’re only supposed to be shadowing me on these missions.”
“How am I gonna spread my wings and fly if you keep me in the nest?”
“You know how much I hate that saying.”
“It still applies.”
There was an angry huff from Hornet and she fell silent. Faintly in the background, you could hear the squeaking of the Momomon suit and children’s laughter. You exited the storage room and made your way back toward your seat at the front of the train.
As you entered the tail end of first class, your eyes caught sight of a familiar suit and slick-backed, brown hair. He was facing away from you, toward his brother who was fiddling with something in his lap. Your heart would have gone into overtime if your eyes hadn’t caught sight of The Son, one of your targets, sitting next to the window.
The little shit had apparently caught sight of you too, as he gave you a slimy smile. Repressing the urge to vomit, you smiled sweetly back.
Seeing the gross smile on the brat’s face, the stunning man turned around to see what he was smiling at and caught your eyes. The sweet smile on your lips turned genuine as his face lit up with recognition and the corners of his lips, mustache and all, curled into a crooked smile. You whished for the universe to create some kind of reason for you to stop next to them.
Apparently you had wished on a monkey’s paw instead, because you were about to pass by them when a heavy Russian accent stopped you. “Excuse me, beautiful.”
Turning, and feigning bashfulness—as if looking at this weird man-child wasn’t the last thing you wanted to do, you blinked at him and spoke softly. “Yes?”
He leaned forward, you could see the tattoos on his face pinch up as he smiled wider. “Let me ask you something, would you know where I could find some entertainment on this train?"
Was he serious?
You blinked at him, playing innocent. “Entertainment? I’m not sure what you mean.”
Hornet’s angry voice was in your ear immediately. “Who the fuck is talking to you like that?”
She almost drowned out his next words—that is, if he hadn’t been drawing them out like he loved hearing himself talk. “Yes, you know. A little companionship for a long—”
A heavenly British accent cut through to interrupt him “—Deepest apologies, my dear. Our friend here, has lost his manners.” A gold-ringed hand was white knuckled against the table as its owner leaned forward and shot glaring daggers at the Russian. His jaw clenched more than a few times.
“He’s not right in the head.” His brother across from him added, with a nod.
You met The Son’s gross eyes, right after they were done raking over your figure, and tilted your head, batting your eyelashes a few times. No point in wasting the opportunity.
“What’s your name?” You could have been a fuckin actress at this rate.
He opened his mouth to answer, but the man sitting next to him thumped his chest with a flat, heavy hand, holding him back and speaking for him. “His name’s Percy.”
Your eyes moved to examine his gentle face closely, without malice. You thought you saw little flecks of red on his shirt, just under the edge of his jacket.
“Right, and that’s Lemon,” golden rings pointed toward the man next to ‘Percy’, then back to their owner, “and I’m Tangerine.”
Turning to look between the brothers, you tried out their names, your smile spreading and infecting your voice as you said ‘Tangerine’. Something flashed behind his eyes as you said it.
“Wasp, you are not doing what I think you’re doing!”
You drowned your sister’s voice out as you focused on Tangerine’s words. “And what’s your name, love?”
Everything was going to plan, swimmingly in fact, until, “Was—..” you swallowed the rest of your codename, forgetting to make up something else instead and replying automatically. It sounded strangely cut off and like you had made a mistake.
Tangerine frowned a little, catching on the slip-up, eyes flicking over to meet Lemon’s. They shared a silent conversation. The tone of the interaction shifted drastically into something suspicious, you could distinctly feel it. The Twins were watching you closely, examining you.
The Son snorted, but it did nothing to ease the tension. “Your name is Wass?”
“Get out of there, Wasp. Go, right now. Turn and leave. I’m inbound.”
You lifted your chin a little, stubbornness shining through. “It’s foreign,” sassily, you added, “Percy.”
The Russian snapped his mouth shut with a glare. Tangerine studied you as Lemon asked, “And what brought you to getting on the train today?”
Just as you were about to make up an answer, a blond man with thick black glasses rushed through the cabin, clutching something square-shaped and covered in a green jacket, against his chest. He cast glances over his shoulder as he ran down the aisle. You, and The Twins, silently watched him pass by and into the next train car.
“Lemon, would you please go and check on…” Tangerine’s voice was full of uncertainty. You wondered where Hornet was. Lemon agreed, getting up from his seat, quickly following after the man.
The air had taken on a tight uncomfortableness that you weren’t keen on stewing in. “I think I’m going to return to my seat now—"
As you turned to go in the direction that the blond man had come from, the train door glided open, in the frame stood someone you recognized. Someone from the wedding job in Mexico.
And he looked pissed.
What the fuck was he doing here? The Wolf’s eyes instantly snapped to you. His head tilted to the side; dark brows furrowed. You saw the flash of recognition dawn on him. As his body tensed and he started forward, you whirled back to face the curious, albeit now suspicious, eyes of Tangerine.
You gave a breathy laugh that may have sounded like you were in pain, and your voice came out strained. “Please, excuse me.”
As the sound of thundering footsteps neared, you dashed away, dancing just out of reach from The Wolf’s grasping hand, past him, and through the door that he had entered from, without a second glance back.
Breathlessly, as you sped up your pace through the passenger cars, “Hornet, we got problems. We got big bad problems. The whole plan just went tits-up.”
“What’s going on?”
“The fucking Wolf is here! He’s seen me and obviously remembers me.”
“Why the fuck is he—Ok, doesn’t matter, get somewhere safe! Hide Wasp! I’m gonna make a run on the brat and then we can figure out where the briefcase is and get the hell off this train.”
“Pretty sure some guy—blond, glasses; 99% sure he has it!”
“Alright, just hide and stay there. Wait for me, I’ll be quick.”
“Yep—already on it!”
You rushed through the train cars looking for an empty place to hide. Mostly by sheer luck, you ran into an empty food station car. Bright, colorful bags of chips, snacks, and candies lined the wall behind the counter. You were about to hop over it when the door slid open and The Wolf barreled forward.
His hand grabbed you by the back of your neck and flung you against the opposite wall, knocking the comms piece out of your ear. The impact stunned you and he used the moment to pin you by the throat.
“You were at my wedding.” He growled in your face through gritted teeth. “I saw you flirting with my cousin.”
With his hand around your throat, it was hard to respond, but you croak out, “It was more like he was flirting with me. But no, you’re right, I was there—beautiful event, by the way.” You slowly dipped your hand into the small pocket of your dress.
He pulled you away from the wall to slam you back into it, now holding you at arm’s length. His head reared back to watch the pained expression on your face. Your fingers closed around something in your pocket at the same time as The Wolf brought out a long knife.
With a quiet voice, shaking from cold fury, he brought the knife up to point at your neck. “Did you poison mi familia?”
Whipping the syringe of Boomslang venom out, you attempted to stab him in the arm, or anywhere that you could reach. But he saw the movement and was faster as he knocked it away, sending the venom flying out of sight. He had just gotten his answer.
“Fuuuck.” You hissed, right before his hand pressed harder into your neck, it was getting very difficult to breathe. The knife jabbed into your pulse. You felt a bead of something hot roll down the length of your neck.
“You will pay for what you did.”
Squirming and struggling did nothing, only serving to drive the knife tip further in. Hot, thick blood began to trickle down into the collar of your dress, soaking the fabric. His hungry eyes watched your face twist in pain as he dug the knife in more. A dizziness washed over you, clashing with the buzz of adrenaline. The corners of your vision were starting to go black and you thought you might pass out.
“You know, mate, I honestly don’t think she’s capable of doing what you’re accusin’ her of.”
The wolf’s head whips around to the source of the voice.
Tangerine stood just in front of the door, adjusting the gold rings on his hand. His suit jacket had been discarded, shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing a gold chain around his neck, and sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
He pointed to you. “I mean, look at her. Just a little kitten, that one.”
Tangerine tried to take a step forward, but The Wolf shouted a word of warning, twisting the knife into a position that would allow him to easily impale your neck with a shove of his arm. You tried to clear your eyes and keep yourself from passing out, but each blink became longer.
“Easy, easy…” Tangerine soothed. “No need to get nasty.”
From your position you could see Tangerine’s eyes flicking to you and to somewhere off to your right…
“She tried to poison me.” The Wolf argued back, glaring at Tangerine. “Just like how she poisoned everyone at my wedding.”
Your eyes drifted to the right and there was a perfectly placed metal coffee pot. Had that always been there?
Tangerine whistled, mockingly. “How many people were there? Are we talking a large event? Must have been quite impressive to get absolutely everyone in a single go.”
The Wolf’s grip on your neck lessened as he moved his body to face Tangerine. He was in the middle of snarling out a half-formed word as you swung the coffee pot up to connect with his head. There was a satisfying clang that accompanied his eyes rolling back, and he collapsed onto the ground, hard. He didn’t move again.
You stumbled, lowering the coffee pot as you tried to maintain your unsteady footing. It fell out of your fingers and thudded to the floor. Spots blotted out parts of your vision. Looking to the ground you searched for your comms piece, but the movement sent the world tipping. It was furthered by the sight of your dress collar being soaked in blood all the way down to your sleeve.
“Shit.” You hissed, lurching forward.
Sturdy, strong arms wrapped around your waist before you could hit the floor. Gently, much too gently for a contract killer, Tangerine lowered you to a sitting position up against the food counter. Your breath was coming out in fast and unsteady huffs while your eyes still raked over the ground.
You had to find your comms, you had to know where Hornet was.
Tangerine’s calming voice soothed your thoughts as he pressed a hand to your shoulder, keeping you from moving. “Hang on, steady now. I have to fix you up,” His incredibly blue eyes met yours, “before you go back out and get into more trouble.”
He takes your hand and presses it into your neck while he stands and looks around for any kind of first aid. As he rummages behind the counter you catch sight of your small comms piece and clumsily crawl toward it. You can hear the rummaging stop and his footsteps approach. Before you can reach the little ear bud, a gold ringed hand comes down and scoops it up. Your eyes follow it up to where Tangerine studies it, turning it in his fingers.
Glancing between you and the ear piece, he looks like he wants to say something, but decides not to. You only watch him with guarded eyes. He kneels down to level himself with you; there’s a first aid kit in one of his hands. Slowly, he holds out the ear piece without a word and you take it, bloody fingers brushing his.
He watches you with open curiosity as you shove it into your ear, never breaking eye contact with him. On the other end it sounds like Hornet is slipping clothes on over her head. You’re tempted to speak, to check in on her, but you can’t with Tangerine so close. You figure that if she’s still active that must be a good sign.
Tangerine’s eyes drift to look at your neck and he begins to open the first aid kit, pulling out medical supplies and bandages. He spreads the contents onto the ground around you.
Speaking casually, he rips open a packet of disinfectant wipes. “So, what’s your target?” he gives you a look with a glint in his eyes, “And don’t try to play coy with me, love.”
A small whine escaped you as the cold disinfectant touched your skin and stung. His eyes flickered to yours and back to what he was doing, if you weren’t mesmerized and watching his every movement, you’d have missed it.
Despite the stinging pain you grinned. “Did the earpiece give me away?”
A twitch of his mustache revealed his smile. “Actually, it was when you messed up saying your own name.” He lifted the wipe and observed the gash. There was a distinct playfulness in his voice. “Are you new at this?”
You gave him a scoff. “I’ve been on plenty of jobs.”
Noise played into your ear, starting with a mixture of voices. They were muffled, like something was covering the mic. There was crashing soon after, in between more voices. Maybe Hornet had found the briefcase.
Tangerine hummed, sounding amused. After a pause, he glanced at you again and toward your ear. “Who’s that over your comms? Your handler?”
“…Sister”
His fingers paused for a brief second and his smile grew. “Younger or older?”
“Older.”
“Aw, you’re on a little family operation? Positively adorable.”
Adding a challenge to your tone, “Same as you.”
His eyes flashed to yours and you took his silence as an invitation to continue. “Lemon—that’s your brother. I’ve heard a thing or two about you.”
He pulled the wipe away to change it out for a new one, it came away red, but you were starting to feel better. It felt like the bleeding had stopped. Tangerine half scolded himself. “I should have known you recognized us. Should have known from the moment you started a little chat.”
“Maybe I wanted to chat ‘cause I think you’re attractive.” You huffed. “It certainly wasn’t for that weasel.”
Tangerine can’t help his pleased smile, mustache twitching at the corners as his eyes sparkled. “Feelings mutual. I certainly enjoyed you coming over to talk, but I try to keep my desires in check while on a job.”
Clearly amused, and with an easy smile on your lips, you hummed softly. It was the closest you could get to laughing at the moment. “Why, honey? I’m cute.”
Tangerine’s smile broke into a slow spreading grin. He leaned in, feigning as if he was concentrating on cleaning the cut, but he could see just fine before. His breath was soft and warm on your face; a pleasant contrast to the cold disinfectant he spread on your skin.
“No argument there, sweetheart.”
He pulled the wipe away; it was less red than the last. Your attention follows his hands as he picked up another. It was curious to see such a soft side from one of the notorious contract killer Twins.
Your eyes hold his as you speak. “Guess I owe you—for saving my life.”
“This? Ah, only a scratch. You’ll be up in no time.”
A look dances in his eyes, maybe a realization, and something in the air crackles between the short distance of your faces. “But, I won’t turn you down—if you’re offering.”
There was a sudden loud gasping and calling of your name over your comms. It wasn’t Wasp—but your real name. Hornet was calling for help, cutting out intermittently through crashing and what sounded like gulps of air.
“Shit!” You shout, making Tangerine pull back in confusion.
His brows furrowed instantly as he watched you scramble to your feet, swaying slightly. He didn’t have time to stop you or even call out before you were pelting down the train car and out the sliding door. He jumps to his feet running after you. As he passes through the door you’re already at the end of the next cabin. You might not be strong, but you’re fast.
“Hornet! Hornet, what’s wrong? What’s your position?”
“Stabbed with venom. No antidote…Wasp...”
Adrenaline coursed through your veins, making your mind race. “Fuck! I’m inbound—just stay put, ok?”
There was no response and your chest tightened. At most, you had 30 seconds to get to her before…oh god, you couldn’t think about that.
Behind you, about a train car and a half away, Tangerine gets a phone call. He would ignore it usually, but the caller ID was a lemon emoji so he answered while running.
“Yeah? Kinda busy.”
“The Son is dead.”
“Fuck, you’re joking…”
“Bleedin’ out of his eyes—a real frightful mess.”
“Clean ‘em up. I’ll meet with you soon as I’m done.”
“…What are you doing? Are you bloody running?”
Tangerine hangs up the call and shoves the phone back into his pant pocket.
You burst through a door and into the bar car, the yellow glow of the lights giving the room an almost cozy feeling. That would have been the vibe if you hadn’t come in to find the place an absolute disaster, and your sister, now wearing a train personnel uniform and hat, bleeding out of her eyes as she tries to grip at things along the floor.
The blonde man is stumbling out of the opposite end door with the silver case in hand. As he sees you, he starts to say something, but stumbles right into Lemon as the door slides open. He spins around and as the door shuts there’s the muffled sounds of shouting.
You ignore everything and fly to Hornet, who’s barely moving. Tracks of blood run down her face like tears, it’s a sight that will haunt you for the rest of your life. The dose of antivenom, strapped to your leg, was yanked out and shoved into her neck as fast as humanly possible.
Picking her head up off the ground, you cradle it. “It’s ok, I’m here. It’s ok. Please be ok.”
Seconds tick by as you hold your breath, and it feels like an eternity before her choking stops and her breathing returns to normal, but she remains unconscious.
Tangerine comes rushing through the other door and stops to take in the scene. He’s out of breath and panting heavily, sweat shines on his forehead and neck. His eyes find you on the ground cradling, who he assumes, is your sister. Then he noticed the blood coming out of her eyes.
“Who got your sister?”
You wiped a strand of hair off her face, “No one, well, her own venom did this.”
He stops to think for a beat. “Your sister is The Hornet?” Then pauses, the gears in his head turning “You’re The Wasp?”
If this had been any other time you would have beamed that someone like Tangerine knew about you, or had at least heard of you. But the only thing you felt now was a slow sense of dread inching into your veins.
You can see the emotions crossing his face one at a time. “Your sister killed The White Death’s Son. He was part of our contract.”
You spoke slowly, your expression cautious. “That prick and the fucking briefcase were our targets.”
Tangerine’s brow furrows, drawing a deep line into his forehead. His blue eyes were dark with what looked like equal measures of worry, concern, and something else.
Your body tenses, unsure of what Tangerine was going to do next. If he wanted to fight, you had your qualms over that and you preferred not to, but you would sooner die than let anything get through to your sister.
He takes a slow, drawing breath. His following words are careful, even, measured. “The White Death is gonna be at the last stop in Kyoto. I’m going to need to bring in the person responsible for his son’s death…”
The consequences of failing to do so were heavily implied as his voice trailed off, letting you imagine them for yourself. Your grip tightened around Hornet.
To Tangerine you looked more dangerous now than you had ever before; fiercely beautiful in every way, but ready to strike in the blink of an eye.
“Take that other guy then—the one who ran out of here with the briefcase. Blonde man, thick, black glasses. I think your brother was about to intercept him… As for me and my sister, we’ll get off at the next stop. You can have the briefcase—I don’t give a fuck about it anymore. Just let me take my sister to the hospital.”
He chewed his lip momentarily, looking like he was going to argue, before you added, “Please.”
That last little ‘please’ came out small and vulnerable. It was so out of character for you that it surprised Tangerine into dropping his guard. Looking down at the sight of you on the ground cradling your sister, he saw himself in you, just trying to protect your sibling; keep them safe against all odds in an extraordinarily dangerous profession.
However, when he didn’t respond—didn’t move or react, something shifted into your expression and body language. Something defensively hostile. Your eyes watched Tangerine with a palpable intensity that made his heart beat wildly fast. There was an unpredictability there that reminded him of a trapped animal, one that was about to make its escape through you, mauling anything in the way.
Desperation, and giving how fast you could be, Tangerine would likely be stabbed before he could get a shot off. Maybe before he could even bring himself to pull the gun out. The last thing he wanted was to fight you.
10 minutes ago, he was going to suggest dinner. Now, he wasn’t sure he was going to live to get the chance. What a tragedy that would be.
The silence was now bordering on suffocating as you simply stared at one another. It was finally broken by Tangerine’s long, winded release of a heavy breath. Had he been holding it? The pain in his lungs suggested so.
He ran a tremoring hand through his hair, attempting to tame the curls that sprung free. “Yeah, that could work.”
To his relief, the intensity dropped almost immediately and your piercing eyes left his and went back down to examine Hornet. You move her, preparing to pull her up.
Tangerine helps, slinging her arm around your shoulder. Just in time for the next stop. As the train slows down, he escorts you to the door, supporting Hornet’s other arm.
He takes your hand for support as you get off the train and step onto the platform. He doesn’t let go and you look up at him as he half hangs out of the doorway. His eyes look worried, full of unspoken words. You must look the same, because you can see him fighting to say something. You let go of his hand, noticing the resistance from his end, and dig around in your pocket producing a piece of paper. You shove it toward him.
Tangerine frowns slightly, looking down at it as he gingerly takes it. The dinging sound of the train and the swish of the doors starting to close force him back inside. He stands by the door, watching you out of the small window, eyes locked with yours, as the train begins to speed away. The touch of his hand on yours lingers.
Once out of the station, Tangerine leans against the wall. He looks down at the little piece of paper that he realizes is a tiny, handmade business card. One side was a picture of a wasp; flipping it over, he sees a phone number and smiles.
About 5 minutes later you get a text while riding in the back of an ambulance next to Hornet.
It’s from an unknown number. The first thing sent is an emoji of a Tangerine. Then:
Did you make this business card yourself?
You respond back,
Yes, thought I’d need something if I want to go professional one day.
His response is immediate.
It’s cute.
Thank you.
He sends a message a minute later and you smile to yourself as you read it, hearing his voice in your mind.
I didn’t get a chance to ask earlier, and I think it’s a shame that I have to over text, but how about we talk more. Over dinner?
Thought you would never ask. Where are you getting off the train?
I’m 5’8 with short black hair and a fringe, i have facial piercings and my style kinda ranges from punk, to grunge to hippie. my music taste is all over the place from reggae and soul, to rock and metal. I’m studying sociology and gender and absolutely love to debate. i’m loud and stubborn and super hyperactive. I also LOVE crystals and manifestations. <3
I was stuck between Eddie and Argyle but I feel like Eddie would LOVE you!
He loves when you sit and explain something from class that he totally fell asleep during. You’re sitting on his lap with a text book on your own and Eddie being Eddie is always trying to distract you with little kisses on your shoulders and neck because this boy can’t focus for shit.
Sometimes he leans in really close and just focuses on your face, poking every piercing and asking how much it hurt and then he’ll sit in-front of the mirror and poke at his face asking wether he’d look good with a bridge, lip or eyebrow because those are his top three.
You two are the thrones in Steve’s side, leaned over the counter at family video and distracting him from work, Robin loves your visits though. You two are constantly making fun of movies, scaring off customers because one Eddie is known as ‘the freak’ and your hyperactivity mixed together is chaos. Steve has to scream at you two for PDA while he’s working before he’s full on chasing you two out
Every time your away from each other Eddie’s getting you gifts, not like super grand gifts but more of little rings and rocks. He hasn’t fully understood the difference between a crystal and just a rock he found in the parking lot after work but you better cherish them cause Eddie has brought you an entire baggy full of pebbles and rocks he thought were pretty and reminded him of you
Buys you cassettes and records whenever he can. Some he knows you’ve never listened to and some you’ve listened to a million times through.
You two met after you ordered a pizza. The call to surfer boys originally supposed to be for a simple cheese pizza but turned into a hour long conversation before he showed up to your place “where’s the pizza?” “Shit.”
You became friends after realizing you went to school together but that friendship blossomed into making out in his van
He’s a huge supporter of you no matter what, whatever your passion is he’s right there cheering you on
You stick up for him always, anyone calls him stupid he basically has to hold you back before you rip their flesh off
Out of all of the boys I’ve done so far on my Boyfriend Headcanons list I’m gonna say Argyle plans the best dates. He like to take you to places you can talk so definitely not the movie theater or an amusement park, he’ll take you out for ice cream on the beach, mini golf, or even just shopping in the little strip malls by the beach
He can surf and really well. You love sitting in the warm sand and watching him hit the water, long hair pulled back into a braid swaying against his body as he stands up on the board the collides with the salty water as he rides out the wave
Definitely tries to teach you, starts out with you two sitting on a board together as he paddles out to get you used to it, he’ll jump off and sit in the water while helping you pull your body up on the board in the still water before your ready to get on your own board
If you ever do ride a wave he’s not far from you screaming with his arms up in the air, once you’ve ridden out the wave he paddling over to you and tackling you off your board with screams of praise
Dancing in the kitchen is such an Argyle thing. Socked feet against linoleum, twisting and turning your bodies together to songs like Is This Love by Bob Marley or I’m a Believer by the Monkees
He LOVES shotgunning with you. Watching you inhale the smoke with an intense stare makes him week in the knees
Giggly during sex, low moans mixed with hearty airy breaths. He does the thing where he slides his hand up into yours and holds it just ugh I love him
You two have matching bracelets that you swore on never removing and in his words “only way this suckers getting off me is if you take my arm”
Matching Halloween costumes are a must. Velma and Shaggy, Westley and Buttercuo, Jareth and Sarah let’s just say you two always go over the top with your costumes and have won quite a few competitions
I see him as loving to touch you with his feet especially if you hate it. He loves when your sitting on the couch watching something and completely ignoring him so he’ll put his toes right on your face “ARGYLE STOP” and he gives a nice little shove pushing you onto the floor below
He wants nothing more than to live in a van with you. Traveling around like nomads and living off the land, the idea of home being where ever you park it gets him all giddy
He doesn’t really have a dream job. When he was younger all the other kids would say they wanted to be firefighters, astronauts, doctors and vets when asked and when he was asked he kind froze up, he still doesn’t know
He has two friends, you and Johnathan. He treats you the same except for the part that he’s fucking one
He was the percussionist in his middle schools concert band and he was pretty damn good, he stopped when he got into high school when some kid from Colorado joined and was just slightly better
You two are extremely comfortable with each other, he often Dutch ovens you when you’re cuddling and you (if you like this stuff) pop his back acne
Bites you to show affection like really just latches on to your arm, calf, or shoulder
cock- warming is one of his favorite things ever, just sitting on his lap while watching a movie, doing homework or reading a book
Tapestry boy, his room is filled with tapestries. Some that you’ve gotten him, his family have gotten or some he’s made himself out of paint and bed sheets
Loves when you steal his clothes, watching you saunter around in his shirts or sweats makes him go absolutely feral
Forcing him to do his homework is an often thing. “Babe we could just smoke” “nope. Finish this and then we’ll talk”
He loves when you tell him what to do, LOVES IT
Crawling up to the roof with blankets and a few joints sounds like a Friday night. Curled up into each other’s sides until the lighter rolls off the roof and into the gutter and you have to help him scale to get it
“Don’t fall!” “I won’t” and then he slips a little and your holding onto him for dear life “babe, ya gotta let go a little so I can reach it”
He has an intoxicating laugh, one that warms you like a thick quilt in a winter storm. A laugh that could pull you out of even the deepest darkest depressions
You two have laughing fits every time your with each other
In all of the upside down mess with Vecna he had one thought on his mind and that was “if anything happens to my baby I have no clue what I’ll do with myself”
He didn’t know it was possible to fall even deeper in love but watching you so calmly care for the kids made his stomach do flips
Giving him the summary of a book that you two were supposed to read in class but he fell asleep
He kisses in a very particular way. Never leaves you with a peck on the lips but holds your face in his hands “I love your eyes” kisses them “your cheeks” kisses them “I love your little spots” kisses every single spot whether it be a freckle, mole or zit, “I love your soft lips” and that’s where his journey ends with a warm kiss
When your cuddling he has you pulled into his chest, a leg thrown over his waist with his legs between yours, hands in his hair and one of his hands or your cheek and the other on your butt
He lets you do his makeup, his eyebrows and shave his face whenever you want
Your back hurts? This man has pulled you up and is manhandling you around to try and pop it, like full on has your feet dangling in the air with your back to his chest, arms crossed as he holds them down and wiggles you around with loud laughs
If you get your period hes the man to call, have you seen that meme with the “what size your pussy?” It’s him
Him and billy were childhood friends and i will stick to that and he tells you about his best friend from when he was a kid
Wants like one kid and then he gets high and thinks about how lonely that one kid would be so he added one but then he thought about how they would need to be close in age so it wouldn’t feel like you just had a mini babysitter and then he got on the topic of triplets and the triplet needing someone so he added another but what if that other was twins and then there would be another kid who needed a friend and even tho twins might not run in your families he definitely went down a twin, triplet rabbit hole
Has on multiple occasions gotten so high he thought he was having a heart attack which ended in you two sitting on the bathroom floor with him in just his boxers and you rock him in your arms and rub where his heart is telling him it’s beating just fine but he insists it’s going to pop out of his chest
My sweet boy has hard days and on these days he just wants you to hold him close “will you hold me?” And before he knows it you’ve pulled him down to where his head is in your lap facing your belly as your brush his hair with your fingers and the other hand running down the bridge of his nose “tell me about your day baby”
Baby, babe, bro, love, dear, homie, and stink are just some of the pet names
Has a special pillow you can’t touch
Definitely is so open with masturbation that you know what not to touch in his room
Owns every Elvis cassette and record
His special spot is an abandoned light house where the two of you go on little dates
He had a ring picked out three days after you started dating
Can you do a fluff Steve Harrington request set before season 3 where his girlfriend works at a summer day camp while he works at Scoops and he basically get jealous of a 5-year-old who calls her his wife when he picks her up from work one day? Because I do in fact think he’s fight with a child for his love
1.1k for u anon! it's short and i don't really like it but i was tired of it sitting in google docs
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Steve was sweaty.
A heat wave had struck Hawkins, and the mall had basically been bum-rushed by the town’s entire population because it was one of the few places guaranteed to have cold air pumping out of the ventilation system. But somehow the overflow of bodies condensed into one neon-lit sanctuary seemed to counteract any air conditioning, so it was humid and gross in the mall, and he’d been scooping ice cream for hours, so he was vaguely damp all over when he got into his car after his shift. With his car’s A/C cranked and his head rested back on the seat, he closed his eyes and sighed, feeling like he could finally exhale for the first time in hours.
In the midst of his decompression, a thought poked at his brain, and his eyes shot open to look at the time. 4:27. You got off work at 5:00, and it was about a twenty minute ride to the public pool across town, but he didn’t mind waiting those last ten minutes. So, he put the car in gear and set off.
By the time he was pulling up to the parking lot by the pool, so was the parent of every one of your campers. He surveyed the lot from afar and saw no empty spots, so he found street parking and knowing you couldn’t see his car from where you usually stood, decided to get out to meet you at the gate.
Sauntering past the droves of parents and their dizzy, sunburnt children in the lot, he finally spotted you at a picnic table by the pool with a couple of unaccompanied kids who had yet to be picked up. You looked magical from afar, playfully chatting with the gaggle of children. Your skin sheeny with sunscreen and your red lifeguard swimsuit reminding him of a hot yet professional Phoebe Cates. You were the image of summertime, and he took a second to compose himself before he looked at you too lecherously with so many kids around. Slipping past the gate, he maneuvered the chaos of camp pick up to sidle up next to you, where he brought a hand up to tug ever so gently on a lock of your hair.
Surprised, you turned in your seat to identify the culprit, but your shock melted into a toothy grin at the sight of your boyfriend. You opened your mouth to greet him when the boy next to you beat you to the punch.
“Hey! We’re not supposed to pull people’s hair.”
Bewildered by the interruption, Steve looked to find a little boy glaring up at him. Cheeks smattered with freckles and a little gap between his two front teeth, the kid would probably have been pretty cute if he wasn’t also staring daggers at Steve, so he stepped back with his hands up in surrender.
“Sorry, buddy,” he apologized, trying to get himself off the hook with his typical charming smile, but the kid’s brows just turned downward as his gaze swept up and down Steve’s height, surveying his competition.
In an attempt to de-escalate, you placed a gentle hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Thanks for looking out for me, Sammy, but you don’t have to worry. This is my boyfriend Steve, and he’s very nice to me.” Your tone was seeping with warm patience, and you offered Sam a comforting smile, but his face grew positively dismal.
“Your boyfriend?” he lamented. “What about our wedding?”
“Wedding?”
Steve had been content to let you handle this little boy (he does better with older age groups), but this mention of a wedding dragged him right back into the conversation. He didn’t like it, but he felt his cheeks burn pink with something in his stomach turning green and sour.
Despite his visible disdain, you missed any signs of Steve’s discomfort, only laughing heartily at the poor young boy’s earnestness. “Aw, Sam, I’m sorry I forgot. I’m still getting used to being a married woman!” you joked, successfully cajoling the kid into reassuming a sweet disposition.
“Married?” Steve restated his question, imploring you for context.
As soon as your gaze shifted back to him, he felt the weird stick in his chest ease a little, melting under your eyes as he always did. “Steve,” you started with the gleeful gleam in your eye that always shone when you were teasing. “I’m so sorry you had to find out like this, but Sam and I got married earlier. We exchanged friendship bracelets.” You held up your wrist with the evidence, a collection of colorful strings knotted messily with sporadic acrylic beads, and you gingerly placed your fingertips on Sam’s elbow, urging him to hold up his respective bracelet. With his skewed teeth on full display, Sam beamed as he showed Steve.
Steve squatted a little, placing his hands on his knees to view it close up. Sam’s bracelet was weaved nicely together in a fishbone pattern with an assortment of blues and greens, and he pictured you knotting it all together with nimble fingers. “Sam, I gotta admit: even though I’m not stoked that you stole my girl, these bracelets are pretty radical.”
Sam glowed with the praise, “Thanks!”
“Sam!” From behind Steve, Sam’s mom was waving and calling his name. “Sammy, we gotta go!”
Before you knew it, Sam was standing on the table’s bench to kiss your cheek and then running off to his mom. “Bye, [Y/N]!”
Your eyebrows were raised in mild surprise and amusement as you waved him off, and Steve was blinking profusely, stunned and unsure how to proceed.
“I can’t believe I just let another man make moves on you right in front of me, [Y/N/N].”
You laughed at that.
“Competition for my hand is fierce, Steve Harrington.”
He shook his head and scratched his neck. “I guess,” he marveled. “Man, I thought I’d had you locked down.”
Standing, you grinned up at him and slid your hands around his waist, and his hands reflexively grabbed your wrists, rubbing a thumb over your pulse. “I may have been unofficially married under that tree over there—” You jerked your head towards a nearby maple with streams of toilet paper hanging from the branches, the remnants of a really nice ceremony. “But you’ll always be my number one, pretty boy.”
His eyes were soft as the breeze as he gazed down at you, awed at his luck in snagging you. You reached up a hand to push an errant strand of hair out of his eyes, but he caught your wrist and fingered the poor excuse for a bracelet between his thumb and forefinger. “Hey, will you make me one of these? Can’t let some random kid be the only one to have a sick ass bracelet made by my hot girlfriend.”
Summary: ever wonder what it would be like to live in Hawkins when the world isn’t ending?
All characters x reader (platonic)
Warnings: cursing, substance use, violence, reader is older like let’s say 17-19 area
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You’re childhood best friend is Johnathan.
You met the kids through Will and the others through Nancy, you all became great friends
They make you sit through D&D games even if you are interested, these games last for HOURS, it’s hard to even understand how someone could sit in one position for so long. Your character died in the first two hours but you were absolutely not allowed to leave so you really just ended up with your head in your hand, struggling to stay awake
You work at the record store and it’s usually quite except for the group of children that hang around. Max actually buys things, Dustin flips through the records and complains, Lucas sifts through the cassettes and messes up the nice piles, Mike bumps into shelves and makes many messes while talking to El and Will sits at the counter with you apologizing for his friends
Will comes out to you first. You hold him close for hours and reassure him that you will always love and accept him no matter what
Max braids you bracelets and you better wear them all or else she will get aggressive
Eddie and Steve were secretly childhood besties but stopped hanging out after Steve’s parents said that Eddie was a freak and they didn’t like his influence
Dustin always sunburns on the backs of his knees and no one knows how
Max and Eddie are trailer neighbors and Robin lives a few down. All three of them have secret Thursday night movies nights that the rest of the group doesn’t know about because it’s for trailer neighbors + Robin only
No one talks about Steve and Nancy’s relationship, like literally no one talks about it
You teach Max how to be a slightly safer driver but still shes not allowed to drive anywhere when Steve is around
Eddie is oddly clumsy. You’ve seen this man fall up the stairs, fall out of a sitting position and slip on air
Robin claims to like halloween but every time anything slightly scary happens she’s over it
Max likes to drag everyone to Halloween stores around September. Her costumes are always planned super early and her plan for the night usually consists of scaring the shit outta everyone, stealing candy and smashing pumpkins
Study nights are hosted at Steve’s house and he cuts up apple slices and makes little finger sandwiches for everyone
Eddie doesn’t want to admit it but Labyrinth is the scariest movie he’s ever seen even tho it did come out when he was an adult (1986) he had nightmares for three weeks
Hopper basically has adopted Max too
You gave El the sex talk because hopper physically couldn’t. Like the idea of speaking about sex to his child made him sick to his stomach
Dustin’s mom is quite passive aggressive
Eddie’s trailer smells like pee, cigarettes, weed and tomato soup
Steve hates tomato’s, mushrooms, ketchup and milk
Robin once choked on a peanut M&M and now she refuses to eat any kind of M&M
Nancy is allergic to peanuts, idk she gives off peanut allergy vibes
Billy smells weird. Like stale cigarettes, shitty cologne, dry beer and ball sweat
You’re banished from Steve’s car after laughing so hard the milkshake you were drinking shot out or your mouth and all over his window and dashboard
Mrs. Wheeler is a gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. Like queen full on makes her kids feel bad for needing anything, is always screaming at Nancy and she hates all of you except Steve
Uncle Wayne is the best parent to talk when you have problems, no hate to Joyce but you could talk to Wayne about drugs, sex, police and about anything else and he will never and I mean never be upset or judge. Like Joyce would’ve yelled at you for doing drugs and explain how dangerous they are and Wayne will simply tell you to be safe
Argyle has IBS
Jonathan will physically fist fight you if you put your outside clothes on his bed
Erica is a little evil child. She once went through your wallet and absolutely roasted the shit outta your id photo
Mike once threw up in an empty fast food cup and didn’t know what to do so he hid it under his bed for three months
Steve called all of his friends over to his house because his dad hugged him. It was genuinely a very depressing party
Every time hopper cooks everyone needs to smile and nod while choking down the meal
Jonathan says things that cause an extensive amount of concern, “I think we should start legal euthanization at age 65”
You can’t help it but when Eleven was going through her a few words era you couldn’t help but laugh especially when hopper told you about her whole ghost thing
max was a little middle school drug dealer. Girl used to steal loose cigarettes and pills out of the medicine cabinet and sell them
Joyce is a clueless queen! You’ve come over with Jonathan higher than a kite and devoured everything in sight while opening cans after cans of soda and take one sip before leaving it somewhere and she just thinks you both had a long day
Nancy gives everyone makeovers
Max is a little pissed off human and sometimes you just make her sit down and drink an apple juice cause she gets aggressive
You were Dustin’s first kiss at the winter dance and you earned him some street cred for bringing someone older and kissing them
Steve will never let you live down your kiss with Dustin even tho it was literally a peck on the lips
Eddie once called max “carrot top” and you all had to physically detain her after she chased him down, tackled him and rubbed his face into the ground
Our beautiful baby boy Will has smoked weed and when he confessed Johnathan was upset but you and argyle were up and screaming within seconds about how you were right because that missing Joint Johnathan blamed you two on smoking was stolen by his own baby brother
Mike is a little shit head. For a solid month he carried around water balloons in his backpack and threw them at his friends whenever he got the chance but he eventually stopped after Max held his head in the sink until he almost passed out
Everyone goes to Lucas’ games and cheers him on like the proud little family you are
Dustin can’t lie for shit
You’ve caught Hopper beating his meat in his office and you cried while he apologized over and over again
Joyce is a pumpkin spice queen. Halloween is coming and mama Byers has cute little orange and brown decorations with so many pumpkin spice candles it’s all anyone can smell due to it burning into their nose hairs
Steve has a box of tissues and wet wipes in his car for El when she gets her nose bleeds
Lucas doesn’t do blood. Someone’s bleeding? Boy is passed out
Holly barks.
Ted has hit on you. Many times.
Argyle and Johnathan have made out in a high state
Nancy gave El a makeover once, one time. She did the works, hair, makeup, and clothes but when hopper came home to his little girl with lipstick and a dress on he lost his shit, never again.
Robin has intense arachnophobia. Like the sight or even mention of spider she’s lost it, itching her body and looking around for the bug
Nancy has a gun chest. You saw it one time while at the wheeler house when the girl was searching for her lipstick and walked over to her bed, pulled out a large wooden chest, pulled the key out from her shirt where it rested on a chain and unlocked the large chest. Probably fifteen guns sat in it, she reached in and fumbled around before pulling out the tube, you stood behind her in shock
“Nancy. WHAT THE FUCK?!”
You got Will absolutely fucking annihilated one night after he begged you and Johnathan to let him share a beer with you guys. You agreed but one turned into two and two turned into the boy fast asleep on the bathroom floor
Lucas has this little girl scream that everyone finds hilarious. You found it out after a long Halloween night, everyone practically crawling back into the Byers residence when out of no where a masked figure pops out of the bushes and yells, Lucas in his fright screamed at the top of his lungs which scared all of you more than the figure. The figure pulled off its mask to reveal max who stood with her mouth agape staring at her boyfriend. You spent the rest of the night trying to scare him again
Robin gets everyone Christmas presents. They may not be as extravagant as Steve’s presents but they’re thoughtful, she got Nancy gun cleaner, Johnathan a rolling tray, Steve got Farrah Fawcett spray and so on
When Billy was still kicking it he loved rom coms and chick flicks
Steve’s Bi. He is and I don’t care what you have to say
Robin tried to smoke but a single cigarette caused her to go into a coughing fit until she puked
You, Steve and Eddie share the children. Like you each have a day as if you’re a divorced throuple co-parenting. One day someone’s on snacks, someone’s on the head count and entertainment while someone else drives and it switches on days
You three have definitely pretend you were the parents of the kids when out in public. Using excessive pet names and telling the kids to go see “mommy/daddy” just to see the rise it got from people around you
You tried to take everyone to see a movie like in theater and it was a shit show. Dustin wanted the sour patch kids but Lucas was eating them, Will didn’t want to sit so close to the screen, El didn’t like how cold the theater was even tho you told her to bring a a blanket, Max fell asleep, Mike kept asking questions, Eddie was yelling at Mike, Steve got up and left and you were on the verge of crying. You all never did that again.
Mike has ADHD
The kids are kind of scared of you when you get pissed at them. Like sometimes when you’re not there Steve threatens to call you
Steve has coffee with Joyce and they talk about being moms
Hopper likes to tickle El. He loves to see her squirm and scream through deep belly giggles as she kicks her feet and tries to fight him off
Eddie peed the bed till he was 13. Sometimes still does.
You gave El, Max and Erica the period talk like the whole talk. Explaining tampons, pads, cramps, hygiene and all that goodness. You made sure they were prepared with their own little period bags and that they knew what to do in case of an emergency
Steve is Reba. He’s a single mom who works two jobs, who loves his kids and never stops
Hopper asks so many questions when he finds out Robin is gay. He’s not asking them to be weird it’s just he has a daughter and he wants to know these things just in case she may or may not like girls
Hopper also had you give him the period talk, he now fully understands the difference between flows, best aid for cramps and how to get blood out of anything
One time while watching a true crime documentary Argyle and Jonathan saw that they caught a guy because of what he was buying at a hardware store, they didn’t believe it so they bought as many ‘serial killer’ things they could at a hardware store to see what would happen but the girl at the checkout stand just thought they were building a sex room
Will, Mike, Dustin and Lucas sneak behind the curtain at family video, ya know the one where they show pornos and old guys go wack off in a room together? Yea the snuck into one of those, Will didn’t really want to but his friends were going so he went but anyway it was really awkward when Steve pulled them out by their shirt collars and kicked them out
Dustin’s mom listens into all of his calls and it’s gotten to the point that when ever one of the group calls they say hello to her
Lucas’ mom is an essential oil mom and he’s not allowed to have sugar
You and Eddie have a mutual agreement that if you’re not dead, in jail or married by 30 you’ll marry each other and raise cats
You obviously aren’t gonna be marrying each other….
Max has a collection of knives that is quite concerning but hey at least she’s got a hobby
Dustin’s mind was blown when he first saw Rocky Horror Picture show. He ran to the record store and asked if you had a copy of the soundtrack which you responded with a “it’s been out for like 10 years man. No?”
Eddie worships the ground Meatloaf walks on. Not the food, the musician (rip)
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