steve always felt like he was trapped in his own body after his world got flipped upside down when unexplainable things invaded hawkins as well as his own life and getting into college was no longer his biggest problem.
—and of course, when nancy broke up with him. and what was once home, was now just a shell that carried him around from one place to another.
everything he found fun before didn’t strike him with the same excitement. he suddenly became hyper aware of everything and where his life seemed to be heading toward; which wasn’t bad, just something nobody really wants—a cookie cutter life that resembled exactly his parents.
until he met you.
you were a lot different compared to a lot of girls he had met and put himself into social situations with. you were smart, sarcastic, witty, and actually had things going for you; hobbies, a job, things that mattered in the long run.
you were exactly what steve needed—according to dustin. and he wasn’t wrong; steve just wished he had realized that a lot sooner.
“harrington, i didn’t realize you still came to parties,” the first time he really saw you was when you were leaned on your forearms as you came to fill your red solo cup with the red punch placed on the island as an offering to all. steve stood on the other side, staring off into space while thinking he should have never came until your slight sweet smile came into sight.
“yeah, me too,” he sighed, sounding sorrowful as he took a drink from his own solo cup, trying to pay attention to who was speaking to him—he almost thought it was his own conscious reminding him there were better things to be doing.
“you’re too cool for all this now?”
“something like that.”
you hummed, finishing up the pouring of the punch. you had honestly hoped to get more out of him, but his mouth was practically a steel trap and he didn’t seem exactly present, so you walked off with a nod.
it took him awhile to recognize you, and your name didn’t hit him until it was too late and you had already crossed the room.
**
a month later steve was parked outside of dustin’s house, tapping his fingers lightly against his car, humming to the song on the radio patiently waiting for dustin to come outside when you were walking to get your mail and your eyes caught onto the familiar burgundy BMW parked across the street. you slightly grinned from where you stood.
maybe you could get him this time.
“hey, stranger,” you slightly tipped your head as you bent down to see him properly through his rolled down window, smiling once he turned his head, almost shocked to see your face. “didn’t know you hung around here.”
“oh-i don’t-i-i’m just picking up a friend.”
oh he was already starting off so rough.
“right,” you leaned back to your normal posture, looking to the henderson house for recognition. “didn’t know you ran with the middle schoolers now.”
he nervously laughed, already knowing this would eventually happen; someone would find out that he was practically best friends with an eighth grader—really his only friend at the moment.
“don’t worry i won’t tell,” you winked just as dustin came stumbling down his front lawn to steve’s passenger seat, already taking note of you.
you were already beginning to walk away with your hands shoved into your jackets pockets and steve suddenly felt a rush of embarrassment almost, “it’s not what it looks like.”
“i’m sure it isn’t,” you called back to him.
“really, there’s more to it.”
“maybe you can tell me all about it sometime.”
steve sighed seeing you were already on your own front lawn—therefore too far to continue to explain himself without seeming like a douche.
“who’s that?”
“huh?” steve almost forgot about dustin as he turned to face him.
“that girl, who is that?”
“oh, just some… girl who’s in my physics class,” he was already having a hard time trying to explain it. he felt caught.
“just some girl?” he quirked a brow, not believing the shallowness of the statement.
“what?”
“dude,” dustin already had that blunt look on his face that steve hated so much—something that made him feel dumb as he stared back, waiting for the explanation to his dumbfounded voice. “that’s not just some girl, that’s like.. some girl you want to take home.”
“what?” okay, now he was really lost.
“what’s her name?”
“i don’t know, y/n?”
“you don’t know?”
“yes, i do know, it’s y/n.”
“good,” dustin shook his head, “because you gotta get on that, man.”
“what, no,” steve’s face screwed up, slightly caught off guard with the suggestion. “no way.”
“what do you mean, steve. did you not see that, she was flirting with you.”
“you’re on something henderson,” steve shook his head. “she was not flirting with me.”
“‘maybe you can tell me about it sometime?’” dustin repeated your words, hoping to lay it out better for him, “dude, steve, if that doesn’t mean ‘let’s have a candle lit dinner’ then i don’t know what does.”
he has to think about it for a minute, his head slightly turning as he leans on his wheel, thinking over the conversation the both of you just had ten seconds ago, “oh, she was definitely flirting.”
“see!”
“there is no way you’re giving me advice on girls right now,” steve shook his head, now moving the car into drive. “there’s no way.”
“hey, someone’s gotta give it to you,” dustin shrugs, “you’re losing your touch, harrington.”
“shut up.”
**
it seemed now everywhere he went you appeared. and you were no longer initiating the encounters, it was more of steve’s eyes wandering and they happened to stumble upon you walking down the hall. he cursed himself for noticing you first and your eyes not being there to meet his.
he didn’t understand the feeling eating at his chest as time passed and he thought about you more and more and with barely knowing you. he really wasn’t even sure if the name he had for you was correct.
“thinking about her?”
“jesus, henderson,” steve slightly flinched as dustin fell into the seat next to him on the couch without warning.
“thinking about who?” robin’s ears perked as she suddenly took interest to the conversation just starting.
the three of them currently sat in steve’s basement for a movie night that had been constantly requested by both dustin and robin until steve finally cave—and was now deeply regretting.
“y/n y/l/n.”
good, he was right.
“really?” robins eyebrows raised in surprised. “not the typical bimbo you go for, this is new for you steve.”
“what do you mean.. y/n’s not a bimbo--i don’t go for bimbos.”
“my point exactly, it’s a little concerning,” robin slightly shrugs, “but i’m sorry my friend, you do in fact usually go for bimbos.”
“i do not-“ steve raises his hands before looking over to dustin for help but the boy only nods, having to agree with robin. “okay, whatever, i don’t even like her.”
dustin rolls his eyes, “who were you just thinking about then, huh?”
steve’s cheeks turn red and he can’t help but roll his eyes, “shove off, henderson.”
he begins to giggle, shoving an accusing finger into steve’s face, “you like someone.”
“yeah, yeah, don’t get too excited,” he slaps dustin’s finger out of his face but it doesn’t stop dustin from continuing to sing in mock.
“that’s a first,” robin huffs, “you sure this isn’t just another kelly situation where you think you’re in love but it’s actually just her butt?”
“who said anything about love, or like for that matter? you guys are just jumping ahead of yourselves.”
dustin continues to sing in the background as he hops foot to foot, making robin give him a pointed look, “match maker here seems to think it’s serious.”
“he’s delusional.”
“well,” robin slightly tips her head, “you have seem really distant recently, steve. and y/n y/l/n, whoo, i’d say she’s definitely an improvement from any past love interests.”
“you’re both delusional.”
**
“we gotta stop meeting like this.”
steve almost jumps, looking up through his car window to see your face. once again, you had caught him in the midst of your neighborhood and outside of dustin’s house.
“jesus,” he looks up to you, a lopsided smile twitching onto his lips, “you a stalker now, y/n?”
“you’d like that, wouldn’t you, harrington,” you smiled, shaking your head, standing up to your real posture. “i think you’re the one stalking since you are the one parked right across from my house.”
he scoffed, “you live right across-“
“from your eighth grade best friend?” you raised a brow, making him roll his eyes. “a little weird.”
“do you have anything else better to do than to be making fun of me?”
“no, not really,” you pressed your lips together in a thin line, shaking your head.
he sighs, slightly shaking his own in thought, not knowing if he was about to regret what he was going to do next. he thinks, biting his lip before tilting his head, “get in.”
“excuse me?“
“hop in…my car?” he nods his head toward the passenger seat once more and it takes a minute for you, with your own thoughts, to decide whether or not this was a good idea. you think not, but you still round the car and get into the seat.
“this how you treat all your girlfriends?”
“maybe.”
“funny,” you shook your head, slightly smiling.
“what?”
“just never thought i’d be sitting in steve harrington’s car outside of little dusty henderson’s house.”
“now, why not?”
“oh, you’re too cool for me,” you say sarcastically, looking over to him.
“really, me?” he quirks a brow, smiling, but you could see confusion tainting his expression—he didn’t know if you were serious or not, or even what to make of your statement.
“really, you,” you nodded, “everyone worshipped you, steve… but then you just like disappeared, and even then people still worship you.” you frowned, not understanding the reverence of high school.
you liked steve, you didn’t mind him and had no problem with him, but the obsession some people had with him, you didn’t understand and you almost found quite annoying.
his disappearance and lack of attendance at parties and functions that “popular” kids attended to was something strange and unlike him. he was missed; you didn’t really care, but a lot of people did.
“yeah… right,” he sighed, looking down to his lap for a moment, thinking of all that had happened in the past year before looking back up to you. it seemed his mood was suddenly struck down at your sentence, but you didn’t understand why.
“why?”
“i don’t know,” he shrugged, “there just seemed no point in them anymore.”
“right.”
“what, you don’t believe me?”
“not really.”
“wow,” he says, “and i suppose you find them so much fun, don’t you?”
“well, yeah.”
he narrowed his brows, “girl like you? there’s no way you do.”
“what do you mean by that?” you scowled at him, taking offense.
“i don’t mean it in a bad way,” he’s quick to defend, throwing up his arms, “all i’m saying is that… you seem better than that, y’know? i’ve noticed you before, and you’re not like… a lot of those girls.”
“thanks?” you don’t know if you should take it as a compliment, but you love the way he seems flustered, trying to explain, almost embarrassed.
“yeah,” his voice is low, barely above a whisper, almost not wanting to unsettle the awkward silence. he know turns to look at you, “you don’t-“
he’s interrupted once you lean forward, pressing your lips against his.
he’s surprised, almost not processing what was happening until it hit him like a rock all at once and he finally kissed you back. you couldn’t believe yourself. never had you ever been this bold, but it was now or never, and you had been waiting to do this for awhile.
his hand clasped the side of your face, his other placing on your waist, pulling you further and closer to him till some part of you that isn’t your lips, was touching him.
he smelled of soap and laundry detergent and whatever product was in his hair. he smelled good and you didn’t want to pull away, especially since he was a good kisser, a real good one.
the rumors weren’t wrong.
he moved slow, like he wasn’t worried about time, and his lips were perfectly in sync to yours. but steve was almost overwhelmed, worried that he’d mess up even as this was one of the things he was good at.
you now pulled away, breathing shallowly but smiling as you look to him with a sparkle in your eye. he smiled back, but was finding it hard to keep consistent eye contact.
“are you blushing?” you smiled, slowly pulling away from his body. “is the steve harrington blushing?”
“shut up,” he smiled, his tongue poking into the side of his cheek as he glanced to his lap. “you’re not looking so hot either.”
“shut up, harrington,” you rolled your eyes, lightly shoving him. “i’m getting out of the car now.”
“wait, why?” he’s eager now, watching you shift in your seat.
“because i’m pretty sure your boyfriend just got a show,” you jerk your thumb to dustin who’s standing on his porch with a wide smile. you look back to steve who curses under his breath. “don’t worry,” you get out of the car now, “we’ll see each other again… maybe.”
“oh, c’mon now,” he calls out to you as you round his car, making your way back to your own home, “don’t be like that… call me!”
“so,” dustin is suddenly in his front seat, grinning from ear to ear, “are you two a perfect match, or are you two a perfect match?”
A heartbreaking Cassie x reader where during one of her outbursts, Cassie punches and emotionally abuses the reader for trying to stop her from dating Nate, which makes the reader ask "Who the fuck are you?"?
WHO ARE YOU?
fandom: euphoria
parings: cassie x f reader
warnings: swearing, violence
“Cassie, you aren’t thinking straight,” you said, watching the blonde girl as she paced around her room. “Nate is Maddy’s ex boyfriend, and Maddy is your best friend,” you said.
“I love him!” Cassie yelled, glaring over at you. “They aren’t dating, why shouldn’t I be allowed to date him?!”
“It’s the principle, Cas plus he abused Maddy,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.
“He wouldn’t do that to me!” Cassie screamed, stalking over to your. Your eyes widened, moving back on her bed. “He wouldn’t do that to me,” she repeated, her voice calm.
“He would,” you replied. “What makes you different to Maddy?” You asked.
Cassie raised her hand, slapping your across the face. Your hand flew to your cheek, eyes watering at the stinging sensation.
“Nate is in love with me and I am in love with him!” She yelled. “You’re just jealous,” she smirked, crossing her arms in front of you.
“Why would I be jealous?” You asked, blinking away tears.
“Because you like me, you always have. You make it so obvious,” Cassie laughed. You looked up at her, eyebrows furrowed. “Well guess what Y/N, I would never go for you. You repulse me, I barely even want to be your friend,” Cassie said.
Tears streamed down your cheeks at her cruel words. You stood up, glaring at the girl you once called friend. “Who the fuck are you?” You asked before pushing past her and leaving her forever.
for those confused about the current carson situation, here are a lot of screenshots i’ve gathered.
first off, yesterday night a drama alert video featuring noah hugbox and traves was posted, accusing carson of grooming and exchanging nudes with underaged girls who were his fans (link below)
https://youtu.be/CtAAY_cwnrE
as soon as these allegations surfaced, carson’s discord was put on lockdown (meaning all channels are read only). a majority of his friends have made statements and left the server.
creators who have made statements already are:
Joko, Slimecicle, Hugbox, Traves, Jawsh, Altrive, Fitz, Krtzyy, Grunk, sneegsnag, and svyoshi (all off the top of my head, i couldn’t gather all the screenshots)
prguitarman
titsay
jbbartram-illu
gummygunk
andulkaphoto
vaporwave
