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Masterlist
Last updated: January 6th, 2023
Stranger Things
Steve Harrington
Fanfics-
Ask the Lonely-
Ask the Lonely Prologue
Ask the Lonely Chapter One
Ask the Lonely Chapter Two
Just Go With It Rewritten-
Just Go With It Prologue
Just Go With It Chapter One
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I Let You Go
Masterlist
Last updated: January 6th, 2023
Stranger Things
Steve Harrington
Fanfics-
Ask the Lonely-
Ask the Lonely Prologue
Ask the Lonely Chapter One
Ask the Lonely Chapter Two
Just Go With It Rewritten-
Just Go With It Prologue
Just Go With It Chapter One
One Shots-
I Let You Go
Ask the Lonely Chapter Two
Chapter two: Trick or Treat, Freak (Part One)
(Eventually) Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader Slowburn
Word count: 1.6k
Summary: Halloween! Y/n worries Nancy will slip up around the Hollands, everyone’s excited for Halloween shenanigans, and Y/n denies how she feels about a certain somebody.
Warnings: Maybe like s few swear words, a very, very, very, brief mention of drugs and alcohol
Taglist is open!
Do you guys prefer longer chapters or shorter chapters? I tried to keep this one short :’)
A/n: This chapter is still just establishing relationships and all the boring stuff. Part 2 will include the party! Which is when shit will really start to go down. Keep kickin ass <3
***
October 31st, 1984
Dustin stands, grinning, while holding up his proton pack. Your mom is laughing behind the camera while she takes his picture. You slip on your jacket and grab your backpack.
“Dustin are you biking today?” You ask.
He nods, keeping a smile on his face while looking towards the camera.
“Y/n! Jump on in there next to Dusty!” Your mom tells you, pointing next to Dustin.
“Okay, just one then I really gotta go.” You agree and go stand next to Dustin. You wrap your arm around his shoulder and give a big cheesy grin.
“Oh how adorable! You two are so stinking cute!”
A flash blinds your eyes.
***
You pull into a spot in the parking lot and get out of the car. Your eyes scan the cars until you see the one you are looking for.
You see Steve leaning against his car, arms crossed, waiting.
For you.
Once he sees you, he gives you a wave. You quickly make your way over to him, feeling bad for making him late.
“Good Morning, Henderson,” Steve greets you.
“You know, Harrington, when I’m late, you don’t have to wait for me,” you say as you reach Steve.
“I know, but I want to,” he says with a smile.
Oh.
You and Steve make your way to the main doors.
“How was dinner last night?” You ask, “I feel terrible that I couldn’t come, I’ve never missed one before.”
“Why don’t you have lunch with Nancy and I today? We can talk about it then.”
There was a hint of uneasiness in his voice.
***
The cafeteria is already full by the time you get there. You stand off to the side as you look around the room for Steve and Nancy. First, your eyes land on the table they normally sit at.
Two empty seats.
You furrow your brows as you continue to look around. Your eyes reach the back corner of the cafeteria. The couple sits next to each other with an empty seat across from them. Nancy avoids Steve’s gaze and Steve looks paranoid.
Steve notices you and gives a small wave.
“How’s it going, guys?” You ask when you reach the table.
Neither one of them answer.
Clearing your throat, you pull out the chair across from them and take a seat.
“Based on how this is going, I’m going to say the dinner,” you pause, looking between the two, “didn’t go well?”
The three of you always knew the risk of having dinner with the Hollands, seeing as they knew nothing about Barbs death. You knew you wouldn’t slip up, as hard as it was. It was Nancy you were worried about. You and Steve were always worried she would slip up at dinner.
And if anyone, who was involved with the events from last November, slipped up?
Not good.
You look from Steve to Nancy, waiting for one of them to speak. Steve looks over to Nancy before moving his eyes to yours. He leans in, causing you to do the same.
“They hired some sort of freelance investigator,” Steve pauses, “they’re selling their house so they can afford him.”
You let out a puff of air and slouch back in your chair.
“Jesus Christ.”
The aftermath of the upside down was messy. You signed lots of documents stating a lot of “don’t say this, tell anyone you’ll die, you better come up with a good cover story,” just absolute insane things.
Mr. And Mrs. Holland know nothing about any of your involvement in Barb’s disappearance, and as far as they know Barb could still be alive.
And it kills you.
You look over to Nancy, whose eyes avoid yours.
“And, did you…?” You hesitate.
“I didn’t say anything,” Nancy snaps.
“Good, because you would be putting a lot of people in danger if you did.”
You knew Nancy would never want to put any one in danger, but you knew she would most certainly toe the line to get some sort of answers.
You admired her for that.
Except at times like these when the risk was too big.
“They aren’t going to stop looking for her,” Nancy says, a pleading look on her face.
You straighten up in your chair, leaning forward again, “Nancy, I know you want to tell them, trust me, I want to t-“
“Then let’s tell them,” Nancy cuts you off.
“No, Nancy.”
“We shouldn’t be talking about this here,” Steve cuts in, “lets just…pocket this conversation. Tonight we’ll just put on our stupid costumes, go to Tina’s stupid party,” he looks at you and then Nancy, “and be stupid teenagers for one night, yeah?”
You nod, Nancy rolls her eyes.
“Speaking of costumes,” you shift the topic, “what are you guys wearing?”
***
While walking through the parking lot, you spot a familiar dark head of hair shutting the door to his van.
“Eddie!” You call out.
He turns around, his lips curling up into a grin when he sees you, “Henderson!”
You giggle as you run up to him, throwing your arms around him. He wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around.
“Where have you been?” You ask once he sets you down.
“Come on, you know Halloween is a big night for us, I had to find some time to practice,” Eddie says. Of course, his band.
Corroded Coffin.
“Eddie, if you want to graduate in the spring, you need to go to class,” you scold him.
“Sorry Henderson, I think I’ve still got one more year left in me ,” he smiles sheepishly.
Eddie Munson. How would you even begin to describe Eddie Munson?
Oh, the exact opposite of Steve Harrington.
You met Eddie your first year of high school. The two of you sat next to each other in a home ec class. One day you mentioned to him that your brother played D&D and sometimes you would get sucked into a campaign.
Thus, starting your beautiful friendship with Eddie the freak Munson.
Eddie crosses his arms and leans against his van, “have any plans tonight?”
“Steve is dragging me to Tina’s party,” you say.
Eddie rolls his eyes.
“Eddie, come on, now.”
“I didn’t say anything,” Eddie shrugs. He pushes himself of the van, “I just don’t get what you see in him.”
Ah, the jealousy.
Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, “What about you, what crazy parties are you playing at tonight?”
“Got a house party a few towns over at 8 and then we’re going back to Gareth’s,” Eddie’s eyes focus on something behind you, “lover boy’s waiting for you.”
You look behind you and see Steve leaning against your car, looking down at his feet. You turn back to Eddie giving him a small smile, reaching for his hand, “Be safe tonight, yeah?” You tell him.
“I always am,” he returns the smile, “If you need anything tonight, drugs, booze,” he pauses before smirking, “or if you just want to see me, stop by Gareth’s.”
You smile and give his hand a squeeze before turning and running up to your car.
Steve’s eyes are fixated on, what you can only assume is, Eddie. You glance back behind you, giving Eddie one last wave. Steve furrows his brows.
“Do you have something to say, Harrington?” You ask once you reach him.
Steve never liked Eddie. Well, you don’t know if he never liked Eddie; He just hasn’t liked Eddie since the two of you have been friends. Robin tells you it’s out of jealousy -which just causes your cheeks to turn bright red- you think it’s just because he’s a man.
“Just trying to figure out what you see in him, is all,” Steve says.
“We’re just friends, Steve.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Steve tosses his keys up and down in his hand, “did you want to ride with Nancy and I to the party tonight?”
“I think Jonathan’s picking me up,” You look down at your bag, digging around for your car keys. You don’t see Steve’s face drop.
“If you change your mind, give me a call,” Steve says, “What’s your costume?”
“Robin wants me to dress up as a Pink Lady with her,” You knew Steve would have no idea what a pink lady was and judging by the look on his face, you were correct, “from grease?”
“Not ringing a bell.”
“John Travolta? Olivia Newton John?” You raise your eyebrows.
“Must’ve missed that one,” a small frown forms on Steve’s lips.
The sound of an engine revving catches your attention. You and Steve watch as the car speeds past you and peels out of the parking lot.
“Have you met him yet?” You ask Steve.
“The new guy?” He shakes his head, “You?”
“Nope, maybe we’ll see him tonight.”
“Oh shit, I forgot I was giving Nancy a ride home,” Steve says, staring in the direction of his car. You follow his gaze and find an annoyed looking Nancy.
“Yikes, Harrington, she does not look happy,” Nancy stood with her arms crossed and a frown on her face, “I hope she’s not still upset about our conversation early.” You look up at Steve, saying it more as a question.
“No, no, not at-“ Steve tried to convince you but by the look on your face, he knew you didn’t believe him. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll talk to her about it tomorrow, I’ll take care of it,” he gives you a small smile.
“Alright, get outta here,” you give Steve a nudge, pushing him away from your car and towards his, “Don’t want to keep the princess waiting.”
Steve walks backwards, flipping you the bird before turning back around, “see you tonight, Henderson!”
You chuckle to yourself as you climb into your car. You start to turn your car on but freeze when you feel them.
Are those butterflies?
No way.
You are not getting butterflies because of Steve Harrington.
Chapter 2 of ask the lonely will be coming sometime this week! The holiday season and seasonal depression are making it difficult to get it done 😭 but I promise I’m working on it!!
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Ask the Lonely chapter one
Chapter one: MADMAX
Slowburn Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader
Word count: 2.3k
Summary: Y/n debates going to a Halloween party, goes to a cabin in the woods, and what’s in the trashcan?
Warnings: swearing, poor writing, typos
A/n: the first chapter! This chapter might be a little choppy, I just wanted to get all the relationships established and get the ball rolling. The next chapter will be better!
***
October 30th, 1984
Eyes drooping, you lean over the counter and prop your head up with your hand; eyeing the toaster as you wait for your toast to pop up. You could feel yourself nodding off, no matter how hard you tried to keep your eyes open. The sound of something hitting the floor causes you to jump. You turn and see Dustin zipping up his backpack before joining you in the kitchen.
Just as you’re about to greet him, the toaster pops, causing you to jump, again.
“Awfully jumpy today,” Dustin says, grabbing a cereal box.
“How was the arcade last night?” You ask, pulling the jelly from the fridge.
“It sucked! Someone named Mad Max beat all our top scores, even on dig dug!” Dustin tells you.
You scrape the jelly onto your toast, “Don’t you guys have high scores on just about every game there?”
“Yeah! Just about!”
You glance at the clock, “oh shit, shit, shit, we gotta go,” Dustin looks down at his watch before gobbling down the rest of his cereal.
The Hendersons are a punctual family, except when it comes to getting to school on time. The Hendersons are certainly not morning people, thus making not being late to school an extreme challenge every morning.
“You’ll have to bike home today; I won’t be home until late.” You tell Dustin, struggling to get your shoes on.
“Are you hanging out with Eddie? Can I come?” Dustin grabs his backpack off the floor, and you push open the back door. “No, not Eddie, I’m having dinner with Barb’s parents again.”
***
“Tell me if you see a spot,” you tell Dustin as you pull into the parking lot.
“There’s one, right next to Steve,” Dustin points to the empty spot next to Steve Harrington’s car.
You can see him and Nancy Wheeler sitting inside. You honk the horn as you pull in, giving them both a wave. You grab your and Dustin’s backpacks from the backseat as Dustin pops your trunk and grabs his bike.
“Got everything?” You ask him. He nods and throws his backpack over his shoulder, you shut the trunk.
The school bell rings, “ok time to go,” you mumble as you knock on Steve’s back window causing them both to look up at you. You point to your watch, rushing them to wrap it up.
“Dustin!”
You and Dustin both turn your heads to see Dustin’s friends waving at him from the middle school.
“See you later!” Dustin calls out to you as he runs towards his friends.
“Hi y/n!” You hear them all shout.
“Have a good day!” You call back, waving to the group of kids.
You hear a car door slam behind you and see Nancy stepping out, “good morning, Y/n,” you give her a smile and watch her hurry to the school doors.
You and Nancy didn’t have much of a friendship, if anything you were friends by association.
You didn’t blame Nancy for Barb’s death, I mean, how could you? You weren’t there, you didn’t know what really happened, you were just speculating. If anything, you were just as much to blame as Nancy. Barb called you before she left for Steve’s to tell you how much she didn’t want to go. She wanted you to help her get out of it, but you didn’t. You encouraged her to go, despite knowing how Tommy and Carol would rip her to shreds, how Nancy would stop paying attention to Barb the second she saw Steve, how miserable it would be for Barb, but you let her go.
So now you and Nancy share the guilt and the blame.
You watch Nancy wave over to someone; your eyes flicker over to see Jonathan Byers running to catch up to her.
A car pulling into a spot a couple spaces away, a new car that you’ve never seen before, draws your attention away. The door opens and a guy who surely, you’ve never seen before, steps out. You watch him take a drag from his cigarette before throwing it on the ground and stomping on it with his shoe.
Steve shuts his car door and comes over to join you, “who is that?” He asks.
One of the hottest guys you’ve ever seen.
“I have no idea,” your eyes stay fixated on the mystery man, “I’ve never seen him before. Trust me, I would remember that face. Jesus, look at him.”
You feel Steve straighten up beside you, “I guess, I mean he’s not that good looking.”
Smirking, you look up at him, “keep your head up Harrington, don’t want that crown slipping off.”
Steve rolls his eyes and scoffs. Chuckling, you tug on his sleeve, “come on pretty boy, if we stare any longer, we’ll look creepy.”
Steve Harrington becoming one of your closest friends was never thought to be in your cards at all, in fact, you absolutely despised him up until a year ago. And now? You wouldn’t trade your friendship for anything.
***
You and Steve were the last two to leave the classroom. There was a lot of buzz going around about Tina’s big Halloween party. Nearly everyone was talking about it. Steve managed to get ahold of two invites.
“You’re going, right?” Steve asks, handing one of the papers over to you. He removes his sunglasses from the top of his head and puts them on.
“You are so embarrassing,” You skim over the page, “come and get ‘sheetfaced?’ Hard pass,” you crumple the paper up and toss it into the nearest trash.
“Wha- come on,” Steve holds up his hand, causing you to stop walking, “don’t tell me you’re going to spend Halloween night with your brother.”
You open your mouth to respond but Steve spots Nancy and Jonathan coming down the hallway and B lines towards them. Steve spins around calling back to you, “just come! For me!”
Rolling your eyes, you follow closely behind him.
Steve runs up behind Nancy, picks her up, and spins her around, “I’ve missed you,” he tells her in between kisses.
“It’s only been an hour,” Nancy says, playfully smacking him.
Barf.
You look over at Jonathan and pretend to gag, making him smile. You return the smile then glance back towards Steve and Nancy, who have seemed to have forgotten you two were still there. You look back at Jonathan and mouth “let’s go.” He nods and you two head off to next period.
“How’s Will doing? Dustin told me someone beat all their high scores at the arcade,” you ramble on, “oh my god and have you seen their cute little ghostbuster costumes?”
Jonathan lowers his voice as you two keep walking, “he’s, I don’t know, I mean, I thought he was doing better,” he keeps his head down, “but lately it’s like, I don’t know, I can tell something’s wrong.”
“I mean, we are coming up on the,” you searched for the right word, “anniversary?”, sure, that works, “I think we’ve all been a little on edge,” you lean in closer to Jonathan, “I keep getting a bad feeling, like, it’s- “
“Not over?” Jonathan asks. You nod.
“But I’m sure we’ll be fine,” you reach your class and stop walking, “and if we need to, we can always just kick the monster’s ass again.” You wink at Jonathan and give him a wave before heading into class.
***
Lunch was tricky. As much as you wanted all your friends to sit together at one table, this was not possible. Jonathan never wanted to sit with Steve and Nancy and to be honest you were starting to feel the same way. Something about having to sit and watch the two of them make out and be all lovey dovey while you eat lunch makes you gauge your eyes out.
So, you and Jonathan would sit together at a table alone, with the occasional appearance from your best friend, Robin Buckley.
You plop your tray down on the table across from Jonathan and take a seat. You notice Jonathan’s hand is on top of a party invite
“Don’t tell me you’re thinking about going to that,” you point at the invite.
“No, no, absolutely not,” Jonathan shakes his head, “Nancy’s wanting me to go.”
You give him a knowing look, “oh, I see. Nancy wants you to go,” Jonathan shoots you a glare, “Just teasing, relax.” You spot Nancy and Steve across the cafeteria. Steve catches your eye and sends you and sends you a wave.
“What about Steve?” Jonathan asks, pulling your eyes away from the boy.
“What about him?”
“Didn’t he ask you to go?”
You hum, glancing back down at the party invite.
Steve wants you to go.
“Should we- do you, want to, maybe go? To the party?” You look up at Jonathan.
“Only if you want to.”
You sigh, “well I’m only going to go if you go.”
“What about the boys? We told them we’d take the trick or treating.”
“Jonathan, get serious. No middle schooler wants to go trick or treating with their older siblings, it’s lame.”
You and Jonathan both agreed to stay at the party for at least 30 minutes before dipping out.
For Steve and Nancy.
***
As you turn the key in the ignition, a knock on your window startles you. You look up and see Steve. You roll down your window, “Jesus Christ, Harrington. You scared the shit out of me.”
“Sorry, Henderson,” Steve grins at you, “I was just gonna ask if you wanted to ride with Nancy and I to the Hollands tonight?”
“I actually can’t make it tonight,” you started racking your brain for a good excuse, “I, uh, Eddie is coming over for dinner tonight.”
Terrible excuse.
“Eddie Munson? Eddie the freak Munson? Is coming to your house for dinner?” Steve had a bewildered look on his face.
You nod. Not wanting to be bombarded with questions, you start rolling up your window, “ok, well, I gotta go. Bye,” you wave with your other hand.
You’ve gotten fairly good at stretching the truth when you needed to. Truth be told, you were on your way to a cabin in the woods to eat dinner with the Hawkins chief of police and a girl who has superpowers.
But you couldn’t tell people that.
It has been almost a year since she, or so it was to be believed, disappeared. That was until one day in early January, you got a call from Chief Jim Hopper, asking for your help. You still aren’t quite sure what happened or how the chief found her, you found it best not to ask too many questions. Hopper had an old cabin out in the woods that the three of you fixed up and turned into a home for Hopper and El.
You went over there a few times a week, just to visit and keep El company. It was extremely hard, not being able to tell anyone, especially Dustin. But it was for her safety, and you wanted nothing but for her to be safe.
Lately, there has been a tension in the air. Eleven is getting tired of never being able to leave. You can’t blame her. Hopper keeps saying soon but who the hell knows how soon.
***
The first thing you notice when you arrive at the cabin is that Hopper’s chief car is not there.
Late.
You step carefully over the tripwire and go up the creaky stairs. You knock the “secret knock” on the door. You hear the lock on the door click and the door swings open. You step into the cabin, dropping your backpack on the floor.
“Hi El!” You speak. You slip off your shoes and your coat.
Eleven comes out of her bedroom. She smiles when she sees you and comes over to give you a hug.
“No Hop, huh?” You ask her. She nods.
Still, not much of a talker.
“Well, should we start cooking? That way it’ll be ready when he gets here.”
She nods again.
***
Hopper knocked on the door at a quarter past 8. You and Eleven had the table set already and were sitting, waiting.
“Late,” Eleven tells Hopper the second he walks through the door.
“Yeah, yeah, late. I should’ve signaled.” Hopper takes off his coat and comes over to the table.
Due to Eleven’s minimal vocabulary, you and Hopper did most of the talking.
You never had a father figure growing up. Your dad left your mom when he found out she was pregnant with Dustin. You hear from your dad on holidays, and he used to visit. That was until he thought it would be a good idea to bring his new wife, along with her two kids to Hawkins. That did not go over well. Your mom stopped inviting him since.
Hopper has turned into the father you never had.
***
You got home a little after nine. You reached into your backpack, feeling around to try to find your house keys.
A clanging sound coming from the trashcan startles you. You whip your head around and pause for a moment, staring at the trashcan.
Probably just a raccoon.
You go back to searching for your keys, a little more frantically this time.
Another noise from the trashcan causes your heart to race.
That was not a raccoon noise.
The trashcan rattles again.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” you keep digging for your keys.
The sound of the door unlocking pulls your attention. Your mom opens the door, “I thought I heard you out here.”
“Couldn’t find my keys,” you tell her as you push past her.
You drop your backpack and rush over to the kitchen window, pulling the curtain back. Your eyes scan over the backyard and the driveway. Your eyes land on the trashcan, you stare at it for a moment before deciding it was just your mind playing tricks on you. Shutting the curtain, you make your way to your bedroom.
The light above the trashcan flickers.
Ask the Lonely - Prologue
Eventually Steve Harrington x fem Henderson!reader
(Very sloppily written prologue, written on my notes app during my lunch break 😀)
A/n -I am too lazy to write all of the first season so instead we are starting right at season 2! this isn’t so much of a prologue, more of just catching you guys up 😎 I promise all the chapters won’t be as sloppy as this one. Let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list!
The vanishing of Will Byers. It’s almost been a year since Will Byers went missing. You could never forget the night you fought a monster- that looked like it came from your brother’s d&d game- with Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, and Steve Harrington. Talk about a plot twist. Barbara Holland was dead. You met a bald girl with superpowers, who disappeared along with the monster, which you all called the Demogorgon.
Not to be oh-so-cliché but those events have turned your world upside down. Hopper let you in on a little secret about Eleven and now you go and visit her a couple times a week out at a cabin in the woods. It’s hard keeping it a secret from Dustin, the party, Mike most of all. You’re not sure when you’ll be able to tell anyone. Hopper keeps saying “soon” but who the hell knows how soon that actually will be.
You and Steve Harrington have become quite the pair of friends. Turns out, he’s not so bad. He was always a grade above you and until last year, you’ve never even had a real conversation with him. He was always a mystery to you. Well, then he saved your life and now you two know just about everything about each other., every quirk, every like, every dislike, platonic soulmates.
Coming up on the anniversary of that week long horror fest, you can feel the air getting tense. It’s over, you know that, but you can’t help but feel like something bigger is coming.
My Masterlist
To Fall for a Friend
pairing: Stiles x Reader
an episode-by-episode Teen Wolf fic that incorporates the reader into the series
Friends to Lovers type beat.
Y/N and Scott McCall have known each other since birth, being as their families were close friends. They did everything together, including meeting and befriending Stiles Stilinski. Y/N only ever knew him as Scott’s good friend. But suddenly, sophomore year changes everything. She now has to juggle everything from newly-found popularity to exposure to the supernatural world and a new romance that she’s been wishing for since she was a child.
Season One -> (COMPLETE)
Season Two -> (COMPLETE)
on a hiatus until further notice
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Upside Down Feelings
an episode-by-episode Stranger Things fic that incorporates the reader into the series
pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader (slow burn) also a not so casual fling with Eddie The Freak Munson
Enemies to Lovers type beat.
Y/N Henderson is your typical high school girl with typical problems; falling out with her best friend, an annoying little brother, and a chronically unpopular standing in school. Little did she know that after the disappearance of Will Byres, her world would be flipped upside down.
Season One -> (COMPLETE)
Season Two -> (COMPLETE)
Season Three -> (ONGOING UNTIL NOVEMBER)
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Steve Harrington fics
Scary Movie with Steve Pt. 1 ->
Scary Movie with Steve Pt. 2 ->
Head Over Heels (one shot) ->
Peter Parker fics
Tighty Whiteys Part One ->
Tighty Whiteys Part Two ->
#what i wouldn’t give for this man to just fucking punch me
Just Go With It- Chapter one (REWRITTEN)
Masterlist
Pairing: (Eventually) Steve Harrington x reader
Summary: Y/n gets invited to her ex’s destination wedding, Steve has a plan
Warnings: Swearing
Word Count: 2.2k
A/n: Yay!! Here you go, the first chapter! I am determined to finish this! All the inspiration came from Just Go With It. I am planning on writing the first chapter for my other fic Always Waiting so lmk if you want to be added to the taglist for either one! Enjoy!
The bell rings above you as you enter the sheriff station. A chorus of good mornings are thrown your way as you walk to your desk. You toss your bag on the desk and walk into the break room, carrying a box of doughnuts with you.
“Morning boys! Help yourself to a doughnut,” You place the box on a table.
“Oh Y/n, you are too good to us.”
You smile at Officer Meyer and take a glance around the room, noticing who’s missing.
“Yeah only next time can you request more sprinkles?” Officer Rogers picks up a doughnut, examining the sprinkles to frosting ratio. Officer Meyerl rolls his eyes, turning back to you. He allows you to finish scanning the room before telling you “He’s not here yet.”
“He is the chief. He at least can try to be on time.” As if on cue, the phone rings up front.
“I bet you ten bucks that he locked the keys in his car,” Roger nudges Meyer. You shake your head as you make your way to the phone.
“I bet he forgot his hat,” you tell them, picking up the phone. “Hawkins police station. Y/n speaking, how may I help you?”
“Y/n! Y/n! I forgot my hat! I was almost there and then I had to turn around,” you prop your feet up on the desk, “and drive all the way back home and grab it, but I’m, I’m out the door on my way!” You look up at Powell and Callahan, smirking at them.
“Harrington, if you were on your way you wouldn’t be on the phone right now,” you twirl the phone cord around your finger.
“Okay, okay, I’m on my way!”
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The police station was always quiet this time of year, with summer right around the corner no one wanted to get into any legal trouble. This time of year was for catching up on paperwork, random office parties, painting your nails, rest. This time of year was for rest.
You sit at your desk, filing your nails while flipping through a fashion magazine, pausing to circle clothes you want. The slam of a car door draws your attention. Steve Harrington rushes to the door, tripping on the curb along the way. He yanks the door open, rushing in.
“Y/n, I swear,” he pleads as he makes his way to your desk. “I was just up the street, just about to pull into a parking spot actually,” you grab a folder, stand up, and male your way back to Steve’s desk. Steve follows close behind. “And then I reached over to the passenger seat to grab my hat only to realize, I forgot my hat!”
You throw the folder down on the desk and go over to the coffee pot, pouring a cup while Steve goes on, “So I had to drive all the way home to grab my hat and then of course I had to call you to let you know.”
“But you’re hear now,” you pass him a cup of coffee.
“I’m here now,” Steve grins at you. He plops down at his desk and grabs the folder, “so what’s the damage?”
“Alright well so far it’s been extremely busy, so many people breaking the rules today!”
Steve gives you a knowing look and starts flipping through the file.
“I just need you to fill out some paperwork and sign some forms, they’re all in that folder.”
Steve lets out a scoff and raises his eyebrows, dropping the folder back on the desk, “That’s it? This won’t even take me 10 minutes!”
You shrug and walk out of the room.
Of course, you knew Steve growing up, though you two never did run in the same social circles. You always got along fine; saying hi to each other in the halls, casual conversations whenever you two ran into each other, and although you would deny it now, you two did go on a couple dates including senior prom, but you two never became more than friends.
You weren’t sure what happened to him after high school and you must admit, you did think about him every now and then, of course not in a longing, what could’ve been kind of way but in a hm, wonder what he’s been up to kind of way. You were sure you would never see him again. That was until your happy ending got ruined.
Moving back to Hawkins, you were more than prepared to run into people you used to know but ruining into Steve Harrington at the grocery store on your second day back was not what you were prepared for. You both felt a little silly standing around catching up in the grocery store and that’s how you ended up having drinks with Steve Harrington in the local tavern. He was ecstatic that you were looking for a job, he offered you the job right there and then.
Three years later and you can’t believe how grateful you are for that moment. You would never admit this out loud to anyone, EVER, especially Steve, but you had developed a soft spot for Hawkins and everything it had to offer, including Steve.
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“What is this, a zoo? Get your feet off my desk please,” You wave off Steve’s feet. Steve obeys and plops his feet on the ground.
“Oh, you’ll get a kick out of this,” Steve scoots his chair closer, “I was with Dustin-“
“Henderson? Dustin Henderson?”
“Yes, the one and only. Anyways-“
“How old is that kid now? Huh, guess he’s not a kid anymore, you know I used to babysit him,” you propped your elbow up on the desk, leaning your head against your hand.
“Let me finish,” you motion for Steve to continue, “thank you. He told me that Tommy and Carol are engaged.”
Your jaw dropped, Steve nodded, “how long do you think it’ll last?”
You thought about it for a second, tapping your finger to your lips, “hmmmm, I bet they won’t even get the wedding planned.”
Steve smirks, “I hope it’s a messy break up.”
“You know, if they break up, there’s not much hope for the rest of us.”
“Y/n, c’mon, Tommy and Carol cannot be your relationship inspiration,” Steve gives you an exasperated look, “maybe you should try going on a date.” Steve glances down at his watch, causing you to glance at your own. Five O’clock on the dot.
“No, oh no,” you shook your head, standing up, “we are not starting this conversation again,” you start gathering up the papers spread out on your desk.
“I’m just saying maybe it’s time you get back out there,” Steve helped you gather the rest of the papers, passing them to you with a smile. You send Steve a glare and take the papers, straightening them out before you put them into a folder.
“There are so many reasons why I don’t want to,” you shove your magazines into your bag, “excuse me,” you push past Steve to go back to the break room, “what an exciting day it was huh?” this earned you groans, and glares shot your way, “Yeah, yeah, see you boys tomorrow!’ You wave goodbye to everyone and head back up to the front. Steve still standing in the same spot, your bag in his hand.
He passes you your bag and tips his sheriff’s hat, “it’s been a pleasure L/n.”
“I look forward to doing the same thing tomorrow, Harrington,” you smile, reaching for the door handle, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Steve,” you throw him one last wave, “On time.”
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You grab the mail on the way in. “Bill, junk, junk, junk, bill,” you flip through the envelopes, stopping on the one at the bottom of the pile. Your name and address were written in beautiful penmanship with a return address you didn’t recognize. You trace your finger over the writing before placing it on the counter.
You open the pantry and grab a box of mac and cheese. While waiting for the water in the pot to boil you kept sneaking glances at the envelope that laid on the counter. Your mind was going through all the possibilities of what it could be.
“Jesus Christ, just open it,” you mumble to yourself.
You grab the envelope and carefully tear it open, pulling out what was inside.
“Y/n L/n (plus one), You are formally invited to help celebrate Ryan Milar and Franny Kowski as they exchange rings on the beautiful beach of Maui!”
“Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me.” Without thinking you get up and throw the invite away.
You were never one for relationships. You thought true love didn’t exist and that soulmates weren’t real. Well, Ryan Milar waltzed right into your life and changed your perspective. You were in love and young and stupid. You and Ryan got engaged. You were going to have a happy ending!
Then you started getting suspicious, he started coming home late, canceling plans, making excuses, distancing. Then you saw it, a lipstick stain on the collar of his shirt. You put it off, not wanting to accept it, hoping it was all somehow a misunderstanding. That’s when you saw them. Your fiancé and your best friend, not just them kissing or holding hands. You saw them on your bed, the bed that you shared, with your soon to be husband. You left as soon as you saw.
Of course, he was throwing excuses at you left and right, every chance he got, and unfortunately you believed him when he said never again, and you believed her when she said it was a complete mistake.
You were willing to forgive and forget. After all, you were in love. You didn’t want to deprive yourself of happiness. So, you pretended as though it never happened. You and Ryan were together for two more very uncomfortable months, pretending like everything was fine when it wasn’t. Ryan got sloppy trying to hide Franny, eventually getting tired and breaking it off with you.
And now that fucker is inviting you to their wedding.
Why would he do this? Why did he invite you? Did he just want you to feel like a sad, lonely, loser? Ryan and Franny were getting married in Hawaii and you moved back to good old Hawkins, Indiana, alone. What a joke!
You scoop up some mac and cheese in a bowl, pour yourself a big glass of wine, and sit down at the table. You keep sneaking looks over at the trash can. Slamming your hands on the table you stand up and walk over to the trash can, pulling it out of the trash. You shove the invite into your purse and march over to the phone. You punch in the number and hold the phone up to your ear, waiting for someone to answer.
“Hello?”
“Are you busy? Tonight? Like right now?”
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“Ok,” you took a big swig of beer, “pro- if I go, Ryan might see me and realize I’ve been the one all along.”
Steve rolls his eyes, scoffing, “I just can’t believe he invited you. What a piece of shit.”
You hum, “I guess I have always secretly wanted to see him again, maybe this is fate giving us a second chance.”
“He better hope he never sees me, I’ll kick his ass.”
You grin at Steve, “do you want to see the invitation?” You grab your purse and start rummaging.
“You brought the invite with you?”
“Ah ha! Here it is!” You drop it on the table.
“Woah, look at those pictures,” Steve picks up the invitation to examine it, “Do you think they actually took this picture in Hawaii or do you think it’s like a greenscreen?”
You grab the invite out of his hands to take a look. Something catches your eye, “Look, I can’t go anyway.”
“Why not?” Steve furrows his brows
“I got a plus one, I don’t have anyone to take!”
“The plus one isn’t a requirement, you know,” Steve tells you.
“I can’t show up to my ex-boyfriend’s wedding alone!” You argue.
“Hm…,” Steve turns towards you, a smile stretches across his face.
“What?”
“Hey, could we get two tequila shots please?” The bartender nods.
“Oh no, Harrington,” you beg, “tequila and I do not get along well at all.”
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The lights in police station were extremely bright and the phone seemed to ring 10 times louder than normal. You had a pounding headache. Oh, face it, you were hungover.
You hear the bell above the door ring, you glance up and see Steve walking in. He rushes over to your desk. “Y/n! I have the best plan!” You look up at him, “I will be your plus one!”
Your jaw nearly drops to the floor, “No, no way,” you get up and walk over to the coffee machine to pour Steve his coffee.
Steve follows closely behind you, “Why not? It’s the perfect plan!”
“What’s in it for you?” You cross your arms and narrow your eyes.
“I’ve always wanted to go to Hawaii!”
You think for a second. What could possibly be the worst outcome? It would be nice to have him there with you.
“Y/n think of how much fun we’ll have! We can go snorkeling!”
You give it one last thought.
“Ok, fine.”
You and Steve were going to Hawaii.
Just Go With It (Rewritten) Prologue
Steve Harrington x reader
Masterlist
Word count: 147
A/n: I started writing this series a long time ago and just never wrote anything past chapter one so !!! I am determined to finish this! It’s very loosely based on Just Go With It. One thing about me is that I’m an absolute whore for a good old friends to lovers!
Please enjoy and lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!
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Moving back to your hometown in Hawkins, Indiana was on the list of things you never wanted to happen. You always yearned to get out, move to a big city, kiss the small town life goodbye, and you did! You went to college in Indianapolis, majoring in communications, met the love of your life, got engaged, you were living the life you thought you always wanted.
But, like all good things, it came to an end and here you are back in your hometown of Hawkins, Indiana. You were bitter about it at first, having to move back home after your fiancé broke your heart was never in your cards. Three years later and you have finally recovered form a tragic heart break, you enjoyed your job, more or less because of your co-worker, you may even say you were happy.
And then you got the invite.
Just Go With It- Chapter One
Steve Harrington x Reader
Masterlist
Pairing: (Eventually) Steve Harrington x Reader
Summary: Y/n L/n receives an invite to her ex’s wedding and attempts to invite her co-worker Steve Harrington as her plus one.
A/n: I am so incredibly excited for this! I hope you all enjoy it! Lmk if you would like to be added to the taglist
Warnings: Swearing, typos
Work Count: 1.9k
The bell rang above the door as you push your way into the Police station. You walk over to your desk, throwing your purse on top of it. Grabbing two cups, you make your way over to the coffee machine. You fill one cup up all the way and the other one you fill up ¼ of the way, filling the rest up with cream. You place one cup on your desk and make your way to the back of the office with the other in your hand.
You walk past the group of officers, laughing at some cheesy joke. A collective group of “Morning Y/n!” cheerfully greet you.
“Morning boys, is the chief in yet?” You stop and ask.
“You know he’s never in on time.” Officer Meyer tells you. Rolling your eyes, you continue to the back of the office. You place the coffee on the Sheriff’s desk and head back up to the front. The phone rings as soon as you sit down.
“Hawkins police station, Y/n speaking, how may I help you?” You hold the phone up to your ear with your shoulder as you pick a magazine to flip through.
“Yes, I would like to report some kids that keep ding dong ditching me!” You flip the page of your magazine, completely unbothered.
“Oh, well we will get that taken care of right away, can I have your name and address please?” you put down the magazine and grab a pad of paper and a pen, scribbling down the address, “Right, I will send an officer down right away, have a good day, yup, okay bye.”
“Hey, Rogers!” You call out. Officer Rogers makes his way over to you, “I need you to go talk to Ms. Drew, she has some ding dong ditchers.”
Officer Rogers gives you a look of disbelief. The phone rings again.
“Hawkins police station, Y/n speaking, how may I help you?” You look at Officer Rogers, raising your eyebrows, “Go!” You mouth, pointing towards the door. Huffing he walks out of the building.
“Y/n! It’s Steve, I know I’m late, but I’m on my way!” You prop your feet up on the desk.
“Harrington, if you were on your way you wouldn’t be on the phone right now,” You twirl the phone cord around your finger, “Your milk with a splash of coffee will be cold by the time you get here.”
“Okay, okay, I’m on my way!” Steve hangs up the phone.
You and Steve have been working together for about five years. Working with the “King of Hawkins high” is not what you planned. Truth be told, you actually liked it. In high school, you managed to get away with only speaking to Steve maybe twice. You went off to college, met who you thought was the love of your life, and planned a whole future with him. As it turned out, he wasn’t the one. Once you graduated college, you lived with him for about a year in Indianapolis, you were engaged. Then, he cheated. You moved back to your home own and got a job as a receptionist at the Police station, working with none other than Steve the hair Harrington, Hawkins police sheriff.
You hear the sound of a car door close and look out the window, witnessing Steve trip over the curb. You let out a laugh as he walks inside.
“I saw that,” you laugh. He points a finger at you, “You saw nothing,” rolling your eyes, you stand up and follow him back to his office.
“So far the only call has been about some ding dong ditchers, but officer Rogers is taking care of that, your coffee is on your desk,” you hand him a folder, “here are some papers, I just need you to look over and sign, and that’s all I got.”
Steve plops down in his chair, leaning back and propping his feet up on his desk, “Jesus Christ, ding dong ditchers? That’s it? Not even any speeding tickets or anything?” You shake your head, “It’s the last day of school, kids will start getting into trouble, trespassing and what not,” you smile at Steve.
“You’re the only thing keeping me alive L/n.”
“Right back at you Harrington,” You shoot him a finger gun and pull the door shut as you make your way back up to the front desk.
Steve throws down the folder on your desk, “All done?” You flip through the papers, checking for his signature. Steve pulls a chair up to your desk, setting down a box of connect four.
Steve separates the black and red chips, sliding the red chips over to you.
“I’m thinking about getting a puppy.” You blurted. Steve furrowed his brows and looked up at you.
“A dog? Why?”
“I’m alone and bored Harrington, I need something to entertain me.” You place a red chip into the connect four grid.
“You don’t need a dog, you need to get back out there.”
You cross your arms and narrow your eyes, “What do you mean get back out there?”
Steve’s hand hovers over the grid, studying it carefully, finding where his next chip should go, “You need to start dating again, when was the last time you went on a date?”
“No, dating wouldn’t solve any of my issues. Once you start dating, you get attached, and then you think ‘this is the one,’ and then you say I love you and he says it back too but little do you know he doesn’t actually mean it and then he cheats on you and crushes your heart,” you place a red chip in the grid, creating a diagonal line, “Yes! I win!”
Steve sighs, throwing his arms up in defeat, “You cheated, I don’t know how, but you cheated.”
Chuckling, you dump the chips out and throw them back into the box. The phone rings and you pick it up, motioning to Steve to pick up the rest of the game.
“Hawkins Police Station, Y/n speaking, how may I help you? Oh hi Mr. Sheldon. Trespassing?” You give Steve an “I told you so” look, “Teens? South side of the Quarry?” Steve jumps out of his chair, running back to his office, “Alright, I will send Chief Harrington right away.” Steve leaps back down the hall, jumping in the air and placing his hat on his head, “Woo!” He cheers, as he runs out the door.
You grab the mail from your mailbox and unlock your door.
“Bill, bill, junk,” you flip through the mail, “Junk, bill,” you get to the last envelope. Your name and address is written in beautiful penmanship. In the corner, there is a return address you don’t recognize. You place the envelope on the counter, giving it one last look before heading to the pantry. You grab a box of Kraft mac and cheese.
While you wait for the water to boil you grab the envelope. You carefully tear it open and pull out what’s inside. “Y/n L/n (plus one), You are formally invited to help celebrate Ryan Milar and Franny Kowski as they exchange rings on the beautiful beach of Maui!”
“Are you shitting me?!” You yell. He has the fucking nerve to invite you to his wedding with the girl he cheated on you with? Without thinking, you throw the invite away.
You scoop some mac and cheese into a bowl and pour yourself a big glass of wine. You sit down at the dining table letting out a sigh. Your eyes keep flickering over to the trash can. Groaning, you abruptly stand up, making your way over to the trash can. You reach in and grab the invitation.
You remain at the dining table. Your head rests in your hands at you look over the invitation. You look over the pictures of the two of them, laughing, smiling, holding hands in a field, kissing. Using your thumb, you wipe away a stray tear. You slowly move your hand down to the pen that sat next to the invitation, but you quickly retract it.
You grab the sheets and pull them up to your chin. You curl yourself up, hoping this will help hide you from your thoughts. Why can’t you just RSVP no and move on? Maybe it’s because the thought of you going and him realizing he actually loves you is giving you hope. You still think there’s hope that you and he can try again.
Grabbing your keys from the table, you look at the invitation. It hasn’t moved. Huffing, you grab it and shove it in your purse.
You sit at your desk, staring at the invitation. A pen hovers over the yes box. Inhaling, you mark it.
“What’s that?” Officer Meyer asks, picking up the invite. You try to grab it out of his hands.
“It’s nothing!” You stand up on your chair trying to reach it but he keeps it out of your grasp.
“Oooo, a wedding invitation! Ryan and Franny. Who’s your plus one?” Officer Meyer hands you the invite back.
“What?”
“It says Y/n L/n plus one.” You read over the invite. You can’t show up to the wedding alone, that would make you look alone and sad.
“Who the fuck am I supposed to take? I don’t know anyone!”
“I can think of one person.” Officer Meyer nods his head over to the window. Outside, Steve gets out of his car.
You shoot a glare towards Meyer and make your way over to the coffee machine to make Steve’s coffee, or “milk with a splash of coffee.”
“Morning Y/n!” Steve greets you with a smile. You pass him his coffee and watch him walk to the back.
You look over to the invitation that sits on your desk, then to Steve’s office. Taking a deep breath you grab the invite and walk to his office.
“How’s it going Y/n?” Steve takes a sip from his coffee.
“Steve I have to ask you something, and before you say no, I would just like to remind you of all the things I have done for you these past five years. I give you coffee, just how you like it, I have brought you spare keys when you got locked out of the cop car, I have reminded you every year to wish you colleagues happy birthday, I have attended every office party we have had just because you whined about me not going,” Steve just stares at you, his mouth slightly open, “I laugh at all your jokes, even if they aren’t funny, I play games with you, I help you out with your family problems I-“
“Alright, alright, I get it.” Steve cuts you off.
“I need you to be my plus one to Ryan’s wedding.” You get right to the point.
“Ryan? Why does that name sound familiar?” Steve questions.
“Ryan’s, uh Ryan’s my ex.” Steve’s mouth drops.
“He invited you to his wedding?! That piece of shit!”
“So, will you go with me?”
“Yeah, sure.” Steve responds.
“I should mention,” You hesitate, “it’s in Hawaii.”
Steve nearly spits his coffee out, “Hawaii?”
You slowly nod.
“No, I’m not going to go to Hawaii so you can watch you ex get married.”
“Steve, no please, please, please!” You beg him.
“No, if it was here, sure, but I’m not going to Hawaii.”
“Steve Harrington! Please!” You yell. He looks up at you, seeing how much stress this is causing you. He sighs, running a hand through his hair.
“Please, please, please, please,” you whisper.
“Ok, fine.”
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Taglist: @mochminnie
hmmmm thinking about reviving this bad boy
Always Waiting Prologue (rewritten)
Always waiting masterlist
Pairing: Slowburn Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader
A/N: I’m back!! Welcome to the new readers and welcome back to the old readers! I have decided to rewrite my fanfic Always Waiting and really just make it so much better! I am so excited to be back! As always let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist!
Warnings: language and maybe some spelling errors
Word Count: 600
Moving to a small town in the middle of Indiana that you’ve never even heard of right after your parents got a divorce the summer before you were going to be an official Freshman at high school was what you thought could be the worst possible thing that could happen to you. The summer of 81’ you, your mom, and your brother moved from the big city of Chicago and moved up to Hawkins, Indiana.
You and Dustin spent a majority of the summer exploring the town and seeing what it had to offer. You both would spend most days riding your bikes around the town square. Seeing the same people day after day was weird to you. You were so used to passing by a person on the street once and never seeing them again.
Mystery boy was a boy you’d see around town quite often, more often than anyone else. He looked about your age, he was tall and fluffy brown hair. He must have started recognizing you too, giving you a smile anytime you passed him or giving you a small way.
The summer passed, everyone was finally settled into the new house, you had somewhat grown accustomed to the small town life.
Standing outside Hawkins High on the first day of school watching everyone migrate with their groups of friends intimidated you but that feeling quickly went away when you walked into your first period and saw Mystery boy sitting in the back by the window. He was turned around talking to the couple behind him.
The seat next to him was empty. Little did you know choosing to sit in that seat would change your life.
On that first day, you finally found out his name was Steve. You met his friends, Tommy and Carole and that was the start of what you thought would be a beautiful friendship.
Everything else about freshman year was a blur. You hung out with Steve, Tommy, and Carole, often spent time hanging out in Steve’s backyard around his pool. Dustin made some friends, Lucas, Will, and Mike. Some of them had older siblings who you recognized from school. You found yourself hanging around talking to Nancy Wheeler, Mike’s older sister, while you waited for the boys to finish whatever game they were playing.
Sophomore year, Steve gained the title of “King Steve” and that was the beginning of the downfall of your friendship. Tommy and Carol were always assholes but you were used to that but Steve? Steve started acting all high and mighty with his new title and you started distancing yourself, not wanting to partake in the “activities” they were doing.
You found yourself hanging around Dustin and his friends -as it turns out, kids are much easier to get along with- a lot more, they even let you join their D&D campaign. You thought of it more of a distraction from Steve. You no longer sat with them at lunch, you started sitting on the other side of the classroom from them, and soon enough you didn’t even glance in Steve’s direction wondering if he was still thinking about you.
The only other friend you had was your best friend Barbara Holland and Nancy Wheeler was a friend through association. You spoke to Will’s brother, Jonathon from time to time and got along with him quite well but he tended to keep to himself.
Your life was just about as average as it got and today was going to be no different. Today was November 6th, 1983, the day that would change your life forever
Other People: Why the hell do you like Eddie Munson so much?
Me: I don’t know, he’s cute or something.
Me on the inside: (thinking about how his persona is a front to protect himself, how fast he tried to make Chrissy comfortable as soon as he saw she was nervous, how he celebrated his players killing his campaign boss instead of being pissed about it, how he nearly cried on the radio hiding under skull rock, how he jumped into the lake despite his terror, how he told Steve about Nancy’s actions even though he absolutely could have said nothing, how deep down he’s just a big gold-hearted softie struggling with his grades and sense of belonging in Hawkins, how he-)
I promise promise promise I am currently in the process of rewriting Always Waiting! but would anyone be opposed to me writing some Eddie Munson x reader ??? Turning into an Eddie girl 😌
She’s just like me, for real.
