Summary: She hates olives, he loves them. In a weird way, thatâs what makes them such a great couple pair of friends
Warnings: swearing, fem!reader, idk itâs a friends to lovers thing you figure it out
Olives were a controversial food item, and Y/n hated them. Black, green, spanish, kalamata, sicilian, or dry. It didnât matter, they were bitter and salty, and even sometimes sweet.
Olives were entirely unpredictable.
Just like Steve Harrington. Her best friend since the third grade. She hated olives, he loved them. He slipped some into her sand which, she right hooked him on the playground.
They were an odd pair, but it worked.
âHow the shit can you stand those things?â An 11 year old Y/n stared at the boy, a disgusted look on her face as she watched him eat olives straight from the jar.
He always seemed to be eating olives, Whether it be sneaking some out of a little ziploc bag during Algebra, or snatching a jar from his fridge during movie night.
Steve was constantly taunting her about trying one, even thinly slicing some up and sneaking them into her salad every once and a while.
âHarrington!â An angry looking Y/n rushed through the halls of the high school, chasing after Steve with a container of salad in hand. First day of freshman year and he had already ruined her lunch.
The olive theory began back in 1965, with two of the most popular kids at Hawkins High. She hated them, he loved them.
Ever since, it was thought that every couple in hawkins high had to have one who hated olives, and one who loved them, or the relationship would never last.
In this case, they claimed it was a friendship.
Everyone else called bullshit.
Y/n and Steve were absolutely inseparable. There was only one class they didnât have together, English.
She tried everything she could to help get him into AP with her, but he could never seem to grasp anything she tutored him on.
âI promise you itâs not hard! Put the damn walkman away and pay attention!â Y/n sat in her room with Steve, the curtains flowing onto the walls due to the wind coming in through the open window.
She had snuck him in to avoid an argument with her parents. They absolutely despised Steve Harrington.
Her parents always saw him as sleezy and arrogant, as if he were some monster trying to ruin her life and theirs.
In reality, Steve was the biggest sweetheart ever. He was caring and considerate, and he would do anything for the ones he loved.
Hell, heâd risk it all for Y/n.
Everyone knew of his attraction towards the girl, even his hair couldnât hide the smile that appeared on his face at the meet sight of her. Or the sparks in his eyes when he heard her voice.
Quite frankly, she was the only girl he ever loved.
Sure, he had been in relationships before.
Nancy Wheeler..
âSteve iâm not an idiot! I can see the way you look at her! Everyone can!â
Linda Carlson..
âDo I look fucking stupid to you, Harrington? You love her! Itâs always been her!â
Jessie Matthews..
âSteve? Steve! For fucks sake listen to me, you see her every day! Hello!â
And of course there was Heidi Roberts..
âItâs alright Steve..I get it. Sheâs the one, and I guess thatâs something I canât fix.â
No matter what he did, Steve Harrington couldnât convince a soul that he wasnât interested in Y/n.
Y/n on the other hand, simply ignored comments about their relationship from others.
Sure, her face would heat up at the mere mention of Steve Harrington. But it was just the weather! Or..or maybe she was running a fever! Yeah, that totally makes more sense!
âY/n? Are you alright, hun?â Her history teacher was staring right at her, a look of worry upon her face.
Y/n had overheard some girls behind her whispering about her and Steve, and how tradition was bound to catch up to them eventually. Y/nâs face was beet red just thinking about it.
Y/n used every excuse in the book when it came to her feelings about Steve, clearly it was just a hormonal imbalance or something.
She claimed that she would only ever be with him if the world was ending.
Lucky for them, Hawkins was becoming a living hell. With monsters running around doing the bidding for an evil being, and people dying brutal deaths.
The end of the world was nearing, and you could even say it was traditionsâ fucked up way of repeating itself.
wtf?? iâd never cry over a book/movie!!đâŒïž
âFor Belly, Conrad is the sun and when the sun comes out, the stars disappear.â
âYouâre my best friend. There are times I want to be more.â
âI thought this summer was going to be like all the other summers, but itâs not. Because I wonât let it be.â
âI liked you better with glasses.â
âShe and I were still friends, but not best friends, not like we used to be. But we were still friends. She'd known me my whole life. It's hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away a part of yourself.â
please for the love of god send in some requests!! the fandoms i write for will be in the tags on this post.
iâve been killing to write for months now but like i canât think of anything that sparks some inspiration, so please iâm literally up for pretty much anything, especially angst bc ofc thatâs my specialtyâŒïž
bullshit angst that i wrote on my birthday in honor of my shitty ex
warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol and drug use, slight sexual assault
summary: rich men are shit.
You called me again, drunk in your Benz
Driving home under the influence
You sped down the road, groaning as the approaching light turned red.
Rafe had called you 20 minutes ago, words slurring together as he begged you to come pick him up from a bar near cook county.
You tapped impatiently at the steering wheel, internally pleading for the light to turn green.
This happened quite often, Rafe was always out doing something stupid.
And you were always there to fix it.
You scared me to death, but I'm wasting my breath
'Cause you only listen to your fucking friends
You pulled into the parking lot of Raymondâs, a infamous bar located on a huge dock above the water.
As you stepped out fo the car, you took notice of the grey Benz lazily parked on the grass.
âOf course, he was hammered before he even got hereâ You mentally cursed yourself, why was he like this?
You watched the flashing lights shining through the windows as you made your way down the dock, sunglasses not doing much to prevent you from going blind.
I don't relate to you
I don't relate to you, no
As you entered the building you couldnât help but notice Rafe and his friend playing a game of pool in the corner of the building.
You walked over to him, grabbing his arm in attempt to gain his attention.
âOh hello gorgeous,â He immediately wrapped an arm around your waist, hiccuping between every other word. âtook you long enough!â
You sighed, trying to pull him towards the door.
You just wanted to go home and go back to sleep, considering Rafe had woken you up from a wonderful dream.
You had only made it a few steps in the opposite direction when he pushed you away, mumbling something about not wanting to leave.
'Cause I'd never treat me this shitty
You made me hate this city
You did everything in your power to get him outside, but he wouldnât budge.
During your final attempt to push him out the door one of his friends grabbed you, paying no attention to you protests.
Rafe just stood there and laughed at his friends, watching you writher under their touch as they ran their hands up your body as if you were their gf.
Your pleads were a silent sound, not a single person in the bar paying you any attention as you begged for them to get off of you.
âGet the fuck off me!â
It all became too much, and did the only theming you knew to do.
You screamed bloody murder.
And I don't talk shit about you on the internet
Never told anyone anything bad
Every head in the bar looked your way, a few gasps or âoh shitâsâ ringing through the air.
Before you knew it there were men grabbing the boys around you, including your boyfriend.
You just watched as he was taken outside, the flashing lights of the police cars making you dizzy.
He said he loved you, but everyone knew his love for alcohol was stinger than any love he could ever have.
'Cause that shit's embarrassing, you were my everything
And all that you did was make me fuckin' sad
Rafe was a mean, selfish man.
Just like his father, Rafe couldnât tell right from wrong. And this time, he was wrong.
wrong wrong wrong.
He made everything your fault, because perfect Mr Rafe Cameron does no fucking wrong.
Everything he does is perfect in every way possible.
He made sure to make you look like an idiot in front of anyone you were around, making comments like âYouâre so fucking stupidâ or âitâs common fucking sense.â
'Cause that shit's embarrassing, you were my everything
And all that you did was make me fucking sad
Rafe was never a good guy, and everyone told you that.
But you loved him.
You had since the first day you met him, he was so nice at first.
Even when you had first gotten together, he would take you out on cute little dates and drive you around the river on his boat.
You were the center of his attention.
So don't waste the time I don't have
And don't try to make me feel bad
Until you werenât.
He started distancing himself a few months prior, sneaking out in the middle of the night and not coming back until late the next day.
If you called him, heâd decline without hesitation.
On your 2 year anniversary he was in a different fucking state, and you didnât even know it.
You family threw you a party, but you sat on the couch all day staring at the door, internally begging him to walk in any minute just to be there.
But he never showed up.
You first saw him again a week later. You were driving down the street when you saw him laying on a bench, higher than the fucking sky.
I could talk about every time that you showed up on time
But I'd have an empty line 'cause you never did
You tried your best to prove to your parents that he was a good guy, that he truly cared about you.
But god you could barely even ducking convince yourself anymore.
It got to the point where he would get mad at the mere mention of your family, especially when your brought up going to their house for dinner.
Never paid any mind to my mother or friends
So I shut 'em all out for you 'cause I was a kid
You watched as they put your boyfriend in handcuffs, forcing him into the car along with his friends.
Before you could get away, you felt your body start to give and next thing you new everything went black.
You could hear the noises around you, and you could feel the grass tickling your skin, but you couldnât see anything.
You heard Rafe yelling your name, pleading and begging for them to stop. To let him see you.
You ruined everything good
Always said you were misunderstood
Rafe Cameron loved you, in his own sick, twisted way.
No one ever understood your relationship, but you didnât care. Neither did he.
Because you two were truly in love.
Somehow, someway, you were perfect for each other.
Summers at the burrow were always a gift, at least thatâs what youâd heard.
Bill had been planning to propose to you this very summer, because he was more in love than he knew any man could be.
âCome on Charlie! They love dragons, itâll be perfect!â Bill nagged his younger brother, tying to make this the best proposal ever.
âBill I already told you, Iâm not using my dragons as slaves for your undying love.â The younger boy waved his hands in the air dramatically, making his way back downstairs.
Molly watches from afar, a disapproving look on her face.
She didnât like you, in any way. No one knew why. Maybe it was the way you styled your hair, or what you wore, or maybe the fact that you were a muggle.
Now donât you think for a second that Molly Weasley, of all people, is a blood purist.
Not at all!
She just thought you werenât fit for her son.
You couldnât provide for him as he could you, you could barely even work muggle machines for goodness sake. Much less have the ability to understand magic.
âBill hunny, may I speak to you alone for a moment?â Molly hesitantly pulled him aside during dinner, shooting daggers your way in the process.
âWhat is it, mum?â He looked at her confused. What could be wrong?
âWell I just..I overheard your conversation with Charlie earlier and, and I was just wondering if you were serious?â She stared him down as she spoke, praying he didnât say what she was thinking.
âOf course I was! I love them mum!â She shook her head in disbelief. Her baby had been brainwashed by whatever power you held over him.
âPlease darling..you canât. Theyâre no good for you-â
âWhat do you mean? Theyâre bloody perfect-â
âNo! I mean- well you trust me donât you?â
âAlways.â
âThen donât do this Bill, for me. You know iâd never hurt you on purpose.â She spoke as if it was the most obvious thing ever, and deep down she knew what she had ruined, but she didnât care.
You were no good for her sweet baby boy.
In her eyes, you were practically a demon luring him to the depths of hell.
An absolute menace here to reck his precious little brain.
Imagine Bill telling his mom about his plans to propose to you
"I'm going to ask [Name] to marry me."
Holding her hands to her mouth, there was no way to hide how happy Molly was as she processed what her eldest just told her. She had always wanted him to settle down, partly in the hopes that it would lead him to leave Egypt and come back to England in order to settle down near family but also because she wanted him to have someone who he would love and be comfortable with just like she was with Arthur. And she knew that is exactly what he had with you. She saw it whenever he spoke about you: the proud tone he had when he told the family about your latest achievements, the worry whenever he came by to ask her about a healing remedy or spell for you when you got sick, and just the newfound overall happiness in his demeanor now that you were in his life. Tears pricked her eyes as she reached out to hug him.
