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✾❀Masterlist❀✾

Here is my Masterlist of the fanfics I’ve written! Enjoy!

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Steve Rogers

♥ Mission Tried ♥ 

Benedict Bridgerton

♥ Late Bloomer ♥

Harry Potter

♥ Lay Off ♥ 

Peter Pevensie

♥ Lady Who’s Waiting ♥ Broken {1} ♥

JJ Maybank

♥ Almost Lover ♥ Bet {1} {2} {3} {4} ♥ 

John B Routledge

♥ Greetings from the Boneyard ♥

Steve Harrington

♥ Chocolate ♥ Wheel(er) Trouble ♥ Russian Influence ♥ Snow Solitude ♥ Arcade ♥ Inside Job {1} {2} ♥

♥ None Yet ♥

Tyler Galpin

♥ Why Her, Not Me ♥ Wicked Game ♥

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❀Late Bloomer❀

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Summary: You are late to enter society, but that doesn't mean you don't catch anyone's eye...

Request: Nope

Author’s Note: Sooo I'm really bad about disappearing. But recently I've been binging Bridgerton and been in the mood to write, so here we are!

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: None, just fluff here

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Dearest Reader,

It has come to my attention that a Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N), youngest daughter to Baron Arthur (Y/L/N), is making her debut, mid-season. Not only that, but she is almost one and twenty!

While this author cannot see the future, she can certainly predict it (and I do predict it well) - this season will be nothing if not eventful for Baron (Y/L/N) children.

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As you stepped into the ballroom, the flutter in your stomach threatened to escape from your mouth. 

Lady Whistledown had come out this morning, and your mother was enthralled by the mere mention of your name. This made her fuss over you all day, needing to make your debut even more ‘perfect.’ 

You tried on three different dresses before the right one was picked out. You had five hairstyles tried out before your mother decided on the very first one. You had spent two hours out in search of the perfect matching earrings and necklace.

You were exhausted by the time you had to get ready, and severely tense as you arrived at Lady Danbury’s ball.

Cassandra, your sister-in-law, squeezed your arm softly. “Take a deep breath. This is just a party.”

You quickly took a breath, sighing it out. “That is easy for you to say. You married my brother in your first season after courting for a week.”

Cassie opened her mouth probably to give you more words of encouragement when your brother butted in. “We cannot stand here and talk all night. You need to present yourself to suitors.”

Before you could even think about protesting, Matthew walked ahead of you with Cassie on his arm, leaving you to trail behind.

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“That there is Miss Buchan, she’s the only child of Earl Buchan.” The dowager Viscountess Bridgerton was discreetly pointing out young ladies to her two eldest sons, whose attentions would rather be anywhere else.

Benedict was scanning the room for someone he could use to politely excuse himself from his mother’s matchmaking. 

It would be an understatement to say he wasn’t interested in marrying yet. He had just recently started at Art School and wanted nothing more than to enjoy his work as a bachelor.

That’s when he spotted Lady Danbury. Normally he avoided the woman, as she could be as scheming as his mother, but she seemed like his only refuge.

“Excuse me, Mother, but I believe I should give my regards to Lady Danbury for the invite.” Benedict bowed to Violet before quickly heading off in the direction of the hostess. 

He thought about turning away last minute, evading all the prying eyes of those who might want to set him up, but something caught his attention - the once-alone lady of the house was now talking with a young lady. One he had yet to see in the sea of lovely debutantes. 

“Mr. Bridgerton!” Lady Danbury’s distinct voice cleared his mind as he approached. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” She knew better than anyone that the Bridgerton boys tried to avoid her at these balls.

Benedict bowed, offering a smile. “Lady Danbury, I just wanted to compliment your wonderful party.”

Lady Danbury raised her, knowing that there was an ulterior motive. She glanced at where Violet Bridgerton was standing with her eldest, noticing her eyes were following her second child.

She flashed a scheming smile and turned her attention back to the young lady she was with. “Where are my manners? Miss (Y/N), this is Mr. Benedict Bridgerton. Mr. Bridgerton, may I present to you Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N). This is her first ball, so I expect you to be on your best behavior. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I should go talk to your mother.” 

She gave him a little pat on the shoulder, pushing him towards you as she went to Violet.

You lightly curtseyed as Benedict bowed his head to you. As you stood up straight, you froze, staring into the most beautiful blue eyes. Your heart skipped a beat as you took in the man’s features, stunned that someone such as him could be before you.

“Miss (Y/L/N).” He took your gloved hand and lifted it to his lips, pressing the gentlest kiss one could muster.

“Mr. Bridgerton,” you returned, not knowing what else to say. He had captured any words that might formulate within you.

His grasp lingered on your hand, longer than one might consider proper. It was good that the two of you were sequestered to the back of the ball.

At least you had thought you were hidden away.

A hand and sudden voice from behind told you how wrong you were.

“(Y/N), we have been looking for you. We turned around and you had disappeared.” Cassie let go of her husband to take your arm. “Who might you be talking to?” She asked, hiding the joy she felt for her best friend talking to a very eligible bachelor.

Benedict bowed to her and introduced himself before you could do it. “Benedict Bridgerton, at your service.” He joked lightly, and you bit your lip softly as you smiled.

“Bridgerton,” Matthew said as he bowed his head. “I’ve done quite a bit of business with your brother.”

If it wasn’t for Cassie being between you, you would have elbowed your brother right in the ribs for creating such a boring conversation.

Luckily, Cassie was thinking similarly enough to you. “Now now, my love. I’m sure Mr. Bridgerton does not need to hear about his own brother.”

Benedict chuckled, agreeing with her. “Yes, well, as well not needing to hear from him.” He joked, just as a hand landed on his shoulder.

“Well, Brother, maybe I shall take a look at your allowance?” Viscount Bridgerton came up out of the blue.

It seems as though each of your siblings was trying to prevent the two of you from speaking.

And they just kept coming.

Eloise Bridgerton arrived next, in an effort to escape from her mother. “Anthony, Benedict, you really must not leave me alone with Mama.” She sounded sort of breathless as if she had rushed here.

You cleared your throat, suddenly feeling parched. “Pardon me…” You muttered to no one in particular. Matthew and the Viscount seemed to be conversing about business, while Eloise tried to convince Benedict to return to their mother for her.

Cassie silently went along with you, still holding your arm.

You were silent as you made your way to the refreshments table, grabbing the first glass in front of you. You tried to appear as ladylike as possible while you practically gulped down the lemonade.

“I am so sorry for our interruption, (Y/N),” Cassie said after you had finished. “I did not realize you were speaking with a Bridgerton.” 

You shook your head, setting the glass down. “It’s alright. We didn’t really start to converse yet.” Not that you had the chance.

She picked up a glass herself and took a sip, her thoughts lingering. “You seemed… quite enamored with him.”

You scoffed, but not in a way to be rude. “Did you even look at him, Cassie? He’s…” You were at a loss for words as your gaze landed back on the Bridgerton in question. His eyes were wandering, ignoring both of your brothers. They wandered and wandered… until they eventually landed.

On you.

Your eyes met for the second time that night, but this time you quickly looked away, cheeks growing hot. 

That wasn’t before you noticed his perk up and began heading in your direction.

“Cassie, he’s coming over here. What do I do?” You ask in a panic. The only men you’ve ever really talked to were your father and brother, and neither counted towards this.

She put both hands on your shoulders, making you look at her. “Just be yourself.”

That’s the best advice you have, you thought to yourself.

You barely had the time to think up a response when Benedict made it to you, bowing his head again in greeting. “Mrs. and Miss (Y/L/N).”

You both courtesy, Cassie standing up before you. “I believe my husband needs me.” She says before snicking off, leaving you two alone.

“Mr. Bridgerton,” you say after a moment, lifting your eyes to take a look at his features. Features that seem to be drilled into your mind from the beginning of the night. “Has my brother bored you so much you seek me out?” You joke in a self-deprecating manner, knowing you aren’t exactly worthy of his attention.

He smiled at your humor but shook his head. “Our brothers together are an apparent force to be reckoned with, but it is not them that brings me here. It’s you.”

Your breath caught in your chest at those last two words.

He actually wanted to be around you. There is nothing you could’ve hoped for more.

He looked around your surroundings before having you take his arm. “It gets so stuffy in here, does it not? Let us get some fresh air.”

“Just the two of us?” You asked with raised eyebrows. You had never been left, unchaperoned; yet the thought of it, with Benedict… it excited you.

He smiled a crooked but sweet smile. “Only if we leave now, while no one’s watching.”

You smile back, looking around as you follow him quickly into the hall before going out a backdoor into the gardens.

In the first few moments you observed him under the moonlight, your whole future played out. Everything centered around him.

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✾Wicked Game✾

Tyler Galpin x Reader

Summary: After being locked in a cave by someone you once loved, you have to chose - submit to his evil to escape your torment, or risk your life to fight for your friends.

Request: @scoopsahoyspidey "you should do a part 2 if you have the time" I did, in fact, have the time

Author’s Note: This is part 2 to Why Her, Not Me, but this could also be read as a standalone! Also, it took me so long to get this one out because I wanted to make it longer than the other fics I've been writing recently, and I'm glad I did! Granted, it's not too too much longer, but still.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Mild Cursing, Mild Violence, Angst

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Why Her, Not Me {part 1}

The world was on fire and no one could save me but youIt’s strange what desire will make foolish people do

The chains scratched at your wrists as you tugged on them for the millionth time.

The cave reeked of smoke and ash. Your clothes, hands, and arms were almost completely covered in soot. The fire might have covered up all evidence of Tyler’s entrapment, but that didn’t stop him from making it your prison now.

You stopped your struggle as you heard the echoes of someone entering.

“Y/N,” Tyler’s voice emerged before he did. “Got some more grub for you.” Slowly he approached you, kneeling in front of you as he set down an old-fashioned metal lunchbox.

“Tyler…” You mumbled as he rubbed his finger down your cheek. “Please let me go…”

He chuckled a little, reaching down and opening the lunchbox. “I can’t do that just yet.”

Tears started to prick in your eyes, a quiet choke leaving your lips. “This… This isn’t you…” This wasn’t the Tyler you knew. The one you cared about. “You can still make this right…”

What was it in you that still fought for him? He had hurt you beyond belief, physically and mentally. And yet…

“All of this is right.” He pushed the lunchbox up to you, making sure it was close enough that you could grab it. “Soon enough you will see.”

I never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like youAnd I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you

With closed eyes, you focused on the earth and plants outside of the cave. The rocks around you weren’t indestructible, but would need more force than you thought you could possibly muster to cause just a crack.

But you were surrounded by plants. The more energy you could exert, the more plants you could bring to you.

Without letting your focus falter even once, it felt like hours had passed until you could hear the cracking of rock, followed by the sight of green slipping through.

With even more focus, the vines shot down and began to attack the chains around your wrists. They entered the keyhole, twisting and contorting in order to trigger the restraints to open. Which only took minutes.

The chains fell and clattered against the cave, the metal deafening as it echoed.

I don’t wanna fall in loveI don’t wanna fall in loveWith you

Your lungs burned as you ran through the forest. You didn’t know where you were, nor how to get back to Nevermore. You just needed to get away from that damn cave.

And that you did.

You didn’t stop until your legs gave out from under you, collapsing with miles of trees, dirt, and leaves surrounding you. No person in sight.

You stayed on the ground, just wanting energy and life to return to your legs and lungs.

Crickets chirped, the wind blew and rustled everything it could, but you were only able to hear the sound of your own breathing.

And the sudden crunching of footsteps…

“Y/N…?” A girl’s voice made your head snap up, only to relax just as fast. 

“W-Wednesday…” Your voice cracked, but was so quiet it was hard to even tell. You slowly rose to your feet and trudged to her, practically falling on top of her in a hug.

You felt her stiffen underneath you, which was enough to remember her hatred for everything, but especially touch. 

Prying yourself off of her, you stagger back onto your feet. “It’s Tyler. Tyler’s the monster. The Hyde, of whatever the fuck you called it.” You rushed to explain.

“I know.” She simply responded with. Turning her back toward you, she started on a march back the way she came.

You knew to follow her.

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You bit your lip as you looked up to the full moon. Why did you agree to do this?

“I knew you were a smart and powerful girl.” His voice approached you from behind, causing your throat to tighten. “It just took you longer than it should’ve to prove it.”

You slowly turned to face him, willing your knees to stop shaking. “Tyler…”

He took a step closer to you. “Has Stockholm Syndrome kicked in, or have you really changed your mind?” A smirk started to form on his face.

You shake your head a little. “You don’t have to do this, Tyler…” You pleaded.

No matter how long you stayed in that cave, whether or not it was Stockholm Syndrome, you still cared for the boy before you.

What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this wayWhat a wicked thing you do, to let me dream of youWhat a wicked thing to say, you never felt this wayWhat a wicked thing you do, to let me dream of you

You flexed your fingers out while keeping out down by your side. “I don’t want to hurt you…” The trees slightly swayed, even with no wind to manipulate them.

He chuckled, taking a couple more steps closer. “We both know that isn’t true. Deep, deep down inside you, there’s a part that would love nothing more than to wreak havoc. To help me purge the world of the people that called you a crazy plant pickney.”

You tensed up at the tormenting nickname that seemed to follow you around.

“You know what I’m talking about, Y/N/N.” He almost purred as his hand reached to play with a strand of your hair.

Your hand twitched, causing a branch from the tree towering over the two of you to fall, heading right towards Tyler.

In a split second, his hand shot up and morphed into a grotesque arm, catching the branch easily. With a light squeeze, the branch - half the size of a grandfather clock - was snapped in half.

The laugh he let out this time was inhumane. “A little tree branch? Come on, Y/N. You can do so much better than that.”

Just as after he changed right in front of you, just as his arm came swiping down to grab at you, a white wolf sprung out from nowhere and tackled Tyler’s Hyde form to the ground.

Now, I don’t wanna fall in loveNo, I don’t wanna fall in loveWith youWith you

His body tumbled to the ground, naked and covered in all sorts of cuts and completely bloodied.

Your instinct was to run to him, and you didn’t have enough time to think before your body started to move at a speed you didn’t know you were capable of. 

“Tyler…!”

He laid curled up, almost hidden among the green surrounding him. He wasn’t moving. Not even to breathe.

It took you to drop to your knees, right next to his body, to see the brief rise and fall of his chest. He was still alive.

You carefully moved Tyler so that, instead of lying on his side in the dirt, he would be lying on his back on you.

“You’re going to be alright…” You whispered, wiping some blood from his face. “You’ll see - this monster isn’t you. We’ll help you. I’ll help you…”

You didn’t know what good saying any of that was. It was all just words. And after everything he’s done, he didn’t deserve it. You gave him multiple outs, and he took advantage of you and your feelings.

But until your heart stopped, you’d still give him those outs.

The world was on fire and no one could save me but youIt’s strange what desire will make foolish people do

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✾Why Her, Not Me✾

Tyler Galpin x Reader

Summary: You confront the boy you like. He rejects you. He then tries to get you back with force.

Request: No one, I just finished watching Wednesday a few days ago and wanted to write something for him

Author’s Note: I got nothing

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Mild Cursing, Mild Violence, Angst

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I feel your ghost, smell you all over my clothesOh, your smoke’s stuck in me longer than you did

When you saw him standing, looking around, in that suit, your heart dropped. You thought, just for a moment, that he was here for you. That he somehow knew you were going to the Rave’N, even though he didn’t go to Nevermore, nor even knew you went here.

But he was alone. He had to be here with someone. Or for someone.

And somewhere, deep down, you knew he wasn’t here for you.

But that didn’t stop you from approaching the boy you’ve known since arriving to Jericho.

I had my doubts, I had to check it all outAnd now I see that you’ve run back when I thought you’d quit

“Tyler?” You asked as if you didn’t know it was him. “What are you doing here?”

His eyes widened slightly at the sight of you, his surprise surmounting your own. “Y/N? I-I could ask you the same thing…”

“I asked you first.” You state, slipping your hands in the pockets of your dress to act all nonchalant. Act like your heart wasn’t about to beat right out of your chest at the mere sight of this boy.

He glanced at the punch bowl before gesturing over to the girl that was there. The only girl at the whole dance that wasn’t wearing white. “I was asked out.” A small smile graced his lips at the mention of being asked out. Or maybe by the mention of the girl.

Your heart stopped beating and threatened to drop out as you looked to see who he was with. “Wednesday Addams? Your date is Wednesday Addams?”

He shrugged and nodded. He opened his mouth to say something, perhaps ask a similar question, but you quickly cut him off.

“Why in the world would you go to this dance, let alone with Wednesday Addams?” The question came out faster than you could even think. “I mean, the two of you are completely different people.” You add soon after, realizing how harsh your prior question was.

He looked at you with confusion, as if unsure of what you were asking. “What? Why does that matter? And what are you even doing here?”

You ripped your hands out of your pockets, grabbing his arm and pulling him off to the side, away from the entering people. “If you know what’s good for you, you’d leave her alone, Tyler.”

You had nothing against Wednesday. Sure, she was weird, even for an outcast, but that wasn’t really an excuse for anything. What you point was that, from the time you’ve known her, she seemed incapable of feeling any emotions. Especially that heart wrenching one that you couldn’t help but feel towards this normie before you.

“I mean, there are so many other people in this world, both normies and outcasts, that are better for you.” Like me, you thought.

It looked like he took offense to that. “What makes you think you can determine something like that for me?”

“B-Because…” You stuttered a moment, thinking of what you could say to that. “Because I’m your friend!”

He scoffed, appearing to hold back an eye roll. “Friends? We haven’t talked in a year, Y/N. We haven’t talked since you threw me under the bus!”

“I didn’t throw you under the bus!” You didn’t realize how loud you were until a few eyes glanced your way. “I just tried to make you see that the friend group you were running with wasn't right for you.” You said after lowering your voice.

This time he did roll his eyes. “So I need better friends and a better girl to go out with. Well then, if you know what’s good for me, who do you suggest? Hmm? Yourself?”

It might have been what you were thinking, but the way he said it stopped you dead in your tracks. Anything you might have said to answer him was completely gone.

He didn’t see you as a friend anymore, let alone anything more than that.

You took my air out of your lungsSo you could breathe with another one

You took a small step away from Tyler, before beginning to back away. You turned away from him, needing to flee from this situation.

He didn’t stop you. He didn’t try to backtrack on what he said.

You two had been friends for years. Friend since you were sent to this school. You had caught feelings for him halfway through all that time. And he could care less about you.

Oh tell me, why her, not me?What did I do for you to wreck it all?

In your attempt to flee, you bumped into none other than Wednesday Addams herself.

“Shit, sorry…” You mumble, pushing past her quickly. 

You needed to get away from all this. Everything felt like it was closing in. Everyone was staring at you, you knew it. You wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

Oh Lord, it's not my faultWhy her, not me?Why did you have to build the walls so high?Oh no, I'm not done climbing.

“It was all a ploy, Y/N…” Tyler took a step towards you as you took one away, your back hitting a tree. “Don’t you see? I never cared for Wednesday the way you think.”

The space between the two of you was completely closed as he put his hands on your cheeks.

“Come on,” he whispered, leaning in so his face was inches from yours. “I need you, Y/N. I’ll get Laurel to spare you, and we will be the only outcasts left.” He lightly caressed your cheek. “Together, we’ll be unstoppable.”

He didn’t know your standing. He shouldn’t have known. But seeing as he was working with Thornhill, it didn’t surprise you.

You tried to turn your head away from his hand, taking in a sharp breath. “You’re killing innocent people, Tyler.”

He grabbed your face and forced you to look at you. “No one is innocent in this.” He practically snarled. “You either come with me, like you’ve always wanted, or you die with the others.”

Looking directly in his eyes, you knew all of the boy you once hung out with was completely gone. He was different. Truly a monster.

“This isn’t you, Tyler…” You choked out, sounding it more like a sob than words. “Please, you don’t have to do this.”

He shook his head, letting out a fake, dark laugh. “Yes, yes I do.” His hand slipped from your cheek to your neck. 

Your airway was slowly obstructed as his grip tightened and tightened. “I’ll make sure everyone knows you died due to your love for me.” He smirked as his eyes enlarged and he changed right before you.

She heard about me, and all your history I'm not tryna burn myself but I can let it go Piece by piece uncovering dishonesty Never been truth in anything I've ever known.

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✾Inside Job {2}✾

Steve Harrington x Russian!Reader

Summary: After spending more time with the group, you have to make the decision if you really can go through with this plan.

Request: No one requested it, but @actuallyade wanted to be tagged in the 2nd part, so here you go!

Author’s Note: I don't have much to say, just that I'm thinking of starting to write some one shots based on Wednesday, as I just watched the series the other day (I know I'm late to the party); also sorry for such the short posts

Word Count: 860

Warnings: Angst, Cursing, Implications of Sex, Guns

Part 1 ♥

!I don’t own this gif!

That night in the kitchen changed everything. Not just for Steve, but for you as well.

You couldn’t say that you didn’t know how you ended up in his bed. It’s been almost two months, and this wasn’t the first time you found yourself spending the night.

You didn’t bother to grab your discarded clothes as you slipped out of the room without disturbing the sleeping boy.

Making your way downstairs, you slide open the backdoor and walk out into the Harringtons’ backyard.

It was pitch-black out, the moon only lighting up the pool water to make it a crystalling blue. The wind was soft, but was enough to make you regret not grabbing at least one of Steve’s shirts. A shirt that would be perfectly oversized for you.

You had little contact with your superiors in order to convey the status of your mission, as well as relay what is going on in the motherland with the prisoner related to this group.

This little contact let you give only a little of the information they asked. 

You were close to them. After that night in the kitchen, they started to accept you as if you were one of their young. Like you were one of them.

You could finish this. You could take a day and plan out how to take out each and every one of them.

So what’s stopping you?

“Didn’t expect to see this sight this early.” The voice that came from behind you moved towards you as it spoke. 

Instinctively, you crossed your arms to cover your chest, as if that was going to cover you up entirely.

You opened your mouth to follow-up with a smartass response, but were stopped by the feeling of something being draped around your shoulders - a blanket.

“Danke…” You say quietly. You had to give an excuse as to where you were from, so you decided to go with being from the small German-speaking country of Luxembourg. “Thank you…” You reiterated, knowing that Steve had no idea what you said.

He stood next to you, dressed in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt he obviously just threw on. “What are you doing out here, in the cold, like this?” 

You could almost feel the ghost of his arm trying to wrap itself around you. 

With a shrug, you pull the blanket tighter around yourself, trying to conceal a shiver. “Just needed some fresh air…”

Slowly, his arm finally snaked around your waist and pulled you into him. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

Your body instinctively wanted to scoff. You couldn’t talk to anyone. Not even your parents. Let alone a boy you met not even three months ago. A boy you're supposed to kill.

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The duffel bag was disguised as any athlete’s sport bag. If it was felt up, it sure as hell wouldn’t feel like one.

You didn’t want to open it up. If you did, everything would come faster than you imagined. Everything would have to be done soon.

THey had planned the event for me. One. Get everyone to a secluded place - there was a lake that people would go to for privacy you knew of; Steve had taken you there a couple of times. Bring drinks for everyone that is spiked with a sedative. Let everyone doze off, then get rid of all of them.

Foolproof, right?

Foolproof for a person who wanted to do all that.

As you all traversed the forested area, you couldn’t help but look around. The night before you had stashed the bag. Hidden it among the shrubs and leaves.

You bought a couple of different drinks from everyone, like beers for the older teens and some soda for the younger teens or anyone else who wanted it. 

It was your idea to have a little picnic. You bring drinks, everybody else brings food.

It was all set up within minutes, and within the next few minutes everyone started to eat and drink.

Everyone ate and ate until all the food was gone. Drank and drank until all of it was also gone.

Some of the boys had the bright idea to go swimming in the waters after everyone was done eating, giving the rest of the group time to relax and talk.

You were quiet almost the whole time, not trusting yourself to be able to communicate in English properly. You had made a decision this morning. 

You didn’t plan out how this was going to work. How it was going to end. Maybe it was better not to know. To let it all roll out on its own.

“You alright?” Steve gently nudged you lightly, whispering softly in your ear as Nancy and Robin were talking about god knows what. “You’ve been really quiet.”

You shook your head a little, slowly letting yourself lean your body weight onto him. “Just tired. Got little sleep last night.”

You feel his body move as you nod, and then a light touch of lips to your temple.

Smiling to yourself, you close your eyes for a moment. You were going to bask in this while you could.

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✾Inside Job✾

Steve Harrington x Russian!Reader

Summary: You were sent to American with a mission - get close to a dangerous group of teenagers and get rid of them from the inside.

Request: @everose05 "I was wondering if you could do another Steve Harrington x Russian Reader. But where the reader is a russian assasin, and only starts dating Steve to get close to the party and take them down. Since the russians know they will try and stop them. I've never seen it be written before, and i think it could be really cool."

Author’s Note: I have been away for a while... wow... I'm glad I got this request or I wouldn't have written at all! I've been so busy with college and struggling with low motivation, so I don't know how consistent I'll be. Also, sorry for how short this is, I kind of rushed myself to get this out for you guys.

Word Count: 970

Warnings: Cursing, Faking Feelings

!I don’t own this gif!

When you were first told you’d be sent to America in order to breach a group of children who were trying to get rid of the Russians, you thought your father was insane. Сумасшедший.

But here you were. In some cul-de-sac, standing outside a suburban-style rancher.

“просто замечательно…” You mumbled to yourself. ‘Just great…’ You were going to have to stay here for god knows how long and pretend to care for people that are already dead to you.

Now all you had to do was unpack your shit and survey outside some high school for your targets.

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This little hellhole didn’t seem like anything special. It was a small town where a bunch of tragedies happened, causing everyone to hate the place. And the teenagers you’ve been watching out for seem like just that - teenagers.

With a small sigh, you reposition your wallet so that it would easily fall out with a little tap and started to walk towards your main target, trying to act as though you were confused.

Looking around absently, you bump into a boy that you were told was named Steve Harrington. He was the oldest of the teenagers, making your superiors believe he is the ringleader of sorts. 

At least they were making you fake date a guy was pretty cute.

“I am so sorry!” You exclaim after bumping into him, trying to make your accent sound more ambiguous. You were informed of their previous run-ins with Russians, so you couldn’t let them catch on.

This Steve guy looked away from a curly-haired child and towards you, almost in a sort of awe. “It’s, uh… It’s no problem.”

Giving him a small smile, you slowly start to walk away as you put your hands in your pockets. You pretend to pat yourself down, signaling you’re missing something. “Shoot… My wallet…” You mumble loudly as you look around at the ground.

Before you knew it, Steve was right in front of you, flashing all his purely whites as he held out your wallet. “Drop this?”

You laughed a little, trying to make it sound a bit embarrassed. “Yes yes, thank you.”

While taking the wallet from him, you let your hand brush against his, holding it there for a moment.

Neither of you letting go yet, you opened your mouth to speak when he spoke first. “You’re not from here, are you?” Wow. Would take a genius to figure that out.

Smiling the snark comment off, you shook your head. “Just moved, actually.”

“From where?” Steve’s small curly-haired boy butted in, looking at you skeptically. 

It was more than obvious that people don’t just move to Hawkins, Indiana for the hell of it.

“Oh, far of yonder. Small European country.” You lied, smiling at the boy who you presumed was Dustin Henderson.

Two of the eight teens met. Not counting the three that moved recently. 

“Exotic.” Steve joked, nudging his little friend, who wasn’t amused at all. 

You forced a laugh to seem open to whatever this boy has to offer. “Well, thank you.” You repeated, slowly pulling your hand away and putting your wallet back in your pocket.

“Hey,”  he started again, giving a little shrug, “maybe I could give you a little tour around town? Tomorrow I get out of work at noon, so I could meet you at your place.”

Didn’t take much to get him to already ask you out.

With a smile, you gave him your address and turned around to start to walk back off to your ‘house.’

“I’m Steve, by the way!” He called out after you.

You turned your head, still walking away. “Y/N.”

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It had been a week. Just a week. A week and this boy wouldn’t leave you alone. He was eating you up like a honey cake.

It was Saturday, exactly a week after your first ‘date.’ And you’ve spent almost each day with Steve. You’ve met everyone else in the group. 

They’ve all had their different levels of skepticism, but you have a feeling that getting close to Steve will be the best option for having the others begin to trust you.

Right now everyone was split up within a house. You believed it was the siblings’ Nancy and Mike Wheeler’s house. This seemed like their typical hangout house.

The youngest of the teens were in the basement and the older teens, plus you, were mingling in both the kitchen and living room.

The rundown of the group was obvious - Steve wasn’t as much of the ringleader as he was the heartthrob. There wasn’t even a ringleader at all. Nancy might be the closest thing to one. Dustin and Steve were very close, but Dustin was also very smart. If you could get close to Steve, he would convince Dustin you were good and that would convince everyone else in the group.

Right now Robin and Nancy were in the living room while you and Steve got some snacks together for the group.

“So, how has Hawkins been treating you?” Steve asked as he grabbed a bowl off a high shelf.

You shrugged a little. “If you’re Hawkins, then amazingly.” You joke. While he did give you a tour of the town, your focus was on him and his focus seemed to have been on you, too.

He smiled and handed you the bowl. “What can I say? I’m a top tier host.”

Smiling back at him, went for the bowl, lightly placing your hands overtop his. “I say you’re more than top tier host.”

He chuckled, leaning his hip against the counter, right in front of you. “I am truly honored.”

He slowly started to lean in, and the easiness of this job hit you.

Steve Harrington was falling for you as easy as a bowling ball falls from a skyscraper.

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Hi. I don't know if this is how you make requests, but I'm doing it anyway. I was wondering if you could do another Steve Harrington x Russian Reader. But where the reader is a russian assasin, and only starts dating Steve to get close to the party and take them down. Since the russians know they will try and stop them. I've never seen it be written before, and i think it could be really cool.

Yes, I would love to! I'll start writing it tonight and hopefully have it out soon, like tomorrow of in the next couple of days.

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❀Bet {4}❀

JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary: The bad boy realizes how stupid he was and tries to get the good girl back. Will the good girl listen, or is she forever stained by his wrongdoing?

Request: N/A

Author’s Note: It’s finally here! I’m so sorry this took so long and some of you have been waiting months! But I wanted to get it out today for all of you! And thank you so much for over 100 followers! This series is what brought a lot of you in, so I hope I’m doing you justice with this last part! I’m thinking about making a prompt list to help me get back into writing more, so if you have any ideas, I’d love to hear them.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, Fluff, 

Part 1 ♥ Part 2  ♥ Part 3 ♥

!I don’t own this gif!

JJ laughed in your face. “You’re a real fucking idiot, you know?”

You took a step back from him, shaking your head. 

He wasn’t real. This wasn’t real.

He came closer as you tried to move away. “Why would I like you? Why would anyone like you?”

He wasn’t real. This wasn’t real.

“You should have quit while you were ahead. If you could consider anything you did being ‘ahead.’”

He wasn’t real! This wasn’t real!

----

“Y/N, please. You have to get up at some point.” Kelly’s voice drifted through the door as you closed your eyes for the tenth time within a minute.

You didn’t trust yourself to speak properly as you tried desperately to wipe any memory of your dreams. Nightmares, more like it.

Your door creaked open and you simply turned so that your back was facing it.

“Y/N…” You mom walked in slowly, sitting down on your bed softly right behind you. “Please talk to me, sweetie.”

It had maybe been a week since you had been to the boneyard. It had been a week since you saw your friends. Since you saw him. It had been a week since you entered your room and decided to not come out.

You threw off your blanket abruptly and turned to your mom. “What is there to talk about?” You didn’t mean to snap, but you couldn’t hold back. Not anymore. “He never wanted to date me. It was all some stupid joke so he could get paid.”

No tears could leave your eyes anymore. You were just so sick and tired of crying.

Without letting her say a word, you turned your back back on you mom and laid down.

You could hear her sigh, as if what she wanted to say wasn’t what she should say. “That can’t be true, Y/N/N.” But she said it anyway.

How could your own mother be defending the boy that broke her daughter’s heart?

You let out a scoff, and that was it. Anything else said or asked fell on deaf ears.

----

Di yanked your arm, pulling you out the front. “You’re up and dressed, you’re not turning back on me now.”

“You sat on me until I agreed to get up…” You muttered in a grumbly manner. If it was up to you, you’d spend your dying breath lying in bed.

She rolled her eyes and glanced back at you as she unlocked her car. “That’s because I know what’s good for you. Moping around like Tom Holland will come and make you feel better if you wait long enough is not good for you.” She brought you around to the passengers side of the car and forced you in like a mother forces her child into a car seat.

You were going to grumble some half-baked comeback, but your mind couldn’t even think of how to start a response. You were just going to go along with everything Di said until you could go back to your bed.

“Where are we going?” You asked after Di pulled away from your house.

“You’ll see.” The smile that creeped onto her face was hard to miss.

You groaned, complying in a slow manner - you took your time putting your seatbelt on. When Di pulled up to the boneyard, you took even longer to get out of the car.

“I don’t want to be here…” You whispered, eyeing the place like a monster was going to creep out and attack you.

Di rolled her eyes as she got out. “You don’t want to be anywhere but your bed.”

“Di.” You gave her a look.

She sighed and lightly pulled your arm. “Look, Y/N, I know. But you this is the only place we could think of coming.”

“I-” You started before pausing. “We?”

The smile reappeared on Di’s face. “Yes, we.”

Just then, the chatter of two girls came closer to you. You could just barely grasp what it was about.

“That’s not very reasonable.”

“Hey, it wasn’t my idea.”

“But you’re the one who agreed with it.”

“So did you.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this for him…”

“Kie, Sarah? What are you two doing here?” It was a stupid question, as the boneyard was free for anyone to go to.

They both smiled, completely discarding their previous conversation.

“Di said you could use some girl time.” Sarah answered, lifting up an eight-pack of beer.

Kie nodded, lifting up a cooler. “And what better way to enjoy ourselves than a little picnic?”

The smile that was slowly creeping around her lips vanished completely at that one word. 

The three girls exchanged looks, having a mini conversation within their eyes before any of them tried to diffuse you.

“Come on, Y/N/N. Let’s drink and have some fun for once.” Di says as Kie starts handing everyone beers, starting with you.

----

“This isn’t going to work.” JJ muttered as John B peeked out the van’s back door. 

John B rolled his eyes and looked towards his friend. “When did you turn all lovey-dovey?”

“I could ask you the same.” JJ shot back, deflecting the question.

“But you didn’t,” Pope entered, turning around to look at JJ from the front seat. “So spill.”

With a sigh, JJ slumped back against the van’s sliding door. “I don’t know, man. I didn’t even know who she was until Gavin…” Trailing off, he shuddered. “I’m such a fuck up…”

“No doubt about that one…” Pope muttered, only to be hit by John B. “Okay, sorry.”

John B pushes JJ to the side so he can open the sliding door. “Look, dude, you gotta confront her and tell her the truth.” He hopped out of the van.

JJ groaned as Pope followed John B out, hitting JJ on the shoulder. “She’s not going to listen to me.”

“Yeah, she won’t if you sit on your ass all day moping around.” John B said, banging on the side of the van.

JJ groaned again and practically fell out of the van.

----

Sand collected in your shoes as you and the girls walked down the boneyard, full up on food.

Sarah stopped at one point and looked towards the horizon. “It’s getting late…”

There was something in her voice like she was expecting something. Like something hasn’t happened that was supposed to. And that made you nervous.

“Well, I really did have a good time, but I should get going… Di?”

You looked towards your best friend, who’s face seemed to resemble that of how Sarah’s voice sounded.

“Di?” You asked again.

She gave you a sheepish smile. “Let’s just wait a moment more.”

A moment more? Did they plan something else?

You opened your mouth to ask Kie something when you heard a boy’s voice.

“We’re already late, dude. I wouldn’t be surprised if they left.”

It took you a moment to connect the voice to a face. John B. AKA, J’s best friend. If John B was here, JJ couldn’t be far behind.

You turn you back towards where the voice came from, looking directly at your friends. “I have to go. Now.” 

You just had the first decent day in a little while - you couldn’t have that ruined.

No one made an attempt to leave. To usher you away. They all just gave you apologetic smiles, looking at a presence that stumbled behind you.

The urge to just walk away was almost too strong. But you pushed past it to turn around.

The boy before you didn’t look the greatest. The blonde hair that could never get messy was completely unkempt. The blue eyes that were always shining were dull and looked like they couldn’t shed a tear, even if in desperate need to. 

You stumbled back. You couldn’t decide if it was because he was standing in front of you, or because he looked so different.

“Y/N…” His voice was quiet, as if afraid of breaking something if he raised it. “Can we please talk?” There was something shaking within his being that transferred through his voice.

You shook your head. And shook your head. And shook your head. 

You couldn’t do this. Not here, not now.

“Red, please.”

He took a step towards you and you immediately stumbled back again, tripping over your own feet.

He moved to help you up, but someone you couldn’t see stopped him.

You scrambled to your feet, moving backwards. “No…” You shake your head, trying to string together your words. “No. You don’t… You don’t get to do that…”

He tried to reach out to you.

“No!” You snapped, balling your fists and biting the inside of your cheek to bite back tears. “I woke every morning wondering what you saw in me. Wondering why suddenly, one day, the guy every girl at school wanted asked me out. Gave me the time of day. I couldn’t sleep some nights because all I could think about was you, JJ!”

You didn’t know if it was your blurry vision, but it almost looked like he was breaking as much as you were.

“You’re a real jerk, thinking you can toy with someone’s feelings like that, JJ Maybank. A jerk I would do anything to go back in time to stop myself from falling in love with.”

When you felt a sob suffocating you, you turned your back on JJ. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you this way. That’s why jerks did this right? Hurt people? To see them upset?

Everyone, not just JJ, seemed stunned by the mention of love. You couldn’t blame them. If you had been told you’d fall in love with the bad boy only for him to break your heart, you wouldn’t believe it either.

But the mention of love seemed to make him more determined. “You have to let me explain…”

“No, I don’t,” you couldn’t stop your voice from shaking. “I don’t.”

You couldn’t turn to even give him a look or say goodbye to anyone as you started to walk away.

You didn’t care if Di was following you or not. You’d walk home if you had to. They had to have orchestrated this on purpose.

----

You hadn’t talked to anyone since then. You had your mom drive you to school and home everyday. As much as you could, you made sure to either be alone or away from the participants that made your heart hurt more.

They seemed to get the hint after a day or two, leaving you alone. For the most part.

Every now and then, you could catch a glimpse of Di and Kie looking your way in the hallways or in class.

At lunch, you either sat alone or went off to the library. When you were in the cafeteria, you noticed that Di seemed to replace an empty seat.

It had now been two weeks. Maybe three. You couldn’t tell anymore. Every day just blended in at this point.

At your locker, on the Monday of the third week, you opened it to find a note fall out on the floor. Looking around, you couldn’t tell if anyone stood out in the crowded hallway.

You stooped down and picked it up, looking around once more before you read it.

“I’ll use you as a warning sign.”

With furrowed eyebrows, you looked around once again. This had to be in the wrong locker.

You sighed and shook your head, placing the note in your book and walking off to your next class.

The next day, when you went to your locker at the end of school, another note slipped out to your feet.

“That if you talk enough sense then you’ll lose your mind.”

This note left you even more confused than the last.

The next day, you got two notes in one day.

“And I’ll use you as a focal point.”

“So I don’t lose sight of what I want.”

A feeling started in your stomach after reading Wednesday’s notes. The lines felt familiar, and you felt like you knew who they were coming from.

Again, the next day, there were two notes.

“And I’ve moved further than I thought I could.”

“But I missed you more than I thought I would.”

The last note had hit you hard. Harder than you thought a note could.

You knew who was giving you these notes. You knew who, but you couldn’t figure out why. You knew who, but you couldn’t bring yourself to throw them away.

On Friday, you walked to school. You were going to have to walk home too.

You went through the whole school day like normal. Each time you stopped at your locker, which was almost after every period for some reason, there was never a note.

You wouldn’t admit there was a sinking feeling replacing the other feeling in your stomach.

When the bell rang to signal the end of eighth period, a glimmer of hope tapped you on the shoulder. Asked to be seen. Heard. But you ignored it.

Once at your locker, you froze for a moment. You didn’t know why. If there was another note, then there was another note. If there wasn’t one, why should it matter?

You opened it slower than you wanted, messes up on the combination three times.

There was a moment's pause before you flung the piece of metal open. Nothing came out. There was just no note today.

Why should you even care? It was just the lyrics to a song, written on a post-it note. Of all the kinds of paper he could have used, he chose post-it notes. That has to mean he doesn’t care.

Why do you even care? It was him who was the jerk, only dating you for a quick buck. Of all the kinds of ways he could have gotten money, he chose to break a girl’s heart. That has to mean he doesn’t care.

You put away the books you don’t need and grab the ones you have to take home. It was going to be another long weekend, and you knew you couldn’t do it without some distraction.

You closed your locker, only to jump at the sudden appearance of someone behind it.

“I’m really really really sorry, Y/N, but not being able to talk to you has been killing me!” Di did look upset - her usual complete peppy personality was obviously crooked. Like something was tipping it off to the side.

She spoke again before you could start anything. “I know we shouldn’t have gone behind your back like that. We - I thought it would be a good idea and it was the total opposite.”

You sighed a little and shook your head, throwing your backpack on. “I just wasn’t ready to face him like that...”

“I know, and I should’ve known then too.”

“Promise me one thing, Di.”

Di nods. “I’ll promise you almost anything.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little bit, as you knew what she couldn’t promise you. “Promise me you’ll stop intervening with my love life. That’s something that should be just my business.”

She looked to be thinking it over for a second before nodding again. “I can promise you that.”

You smiled as she hooked her arm in yours, dragging you outside to her car like she used to. 

As soon as you got to the parking lot, feet away from Di’s car. You froze. 

There was a path laid out right in front of you. A path of ripped up pieces of paper. Each piece of paper had something written on, but you’d have to stoop down to see it all. 

The back of Di’s car had a giant piece of paper taped to it. It was the note you didn’t receive today.

“I found love where it wasn’t supposed to be.

Right in front of me.”

“Before you say anything,” Di started to whisper as she walked off to the side. “This was already put into place before I made that promise.”

She was completely out of your line of sight, but you didn’t care. You were too caught up in the boy that was walking into your sight, right next to the note.

You didn’t know what to say. Seems like JJ didn’t know either.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you said, “Who picked out the song?” 

Lame first question to ask him after everything that’s happened.

He was a little caught off guard you spoke first. “Kie…”

“She has good taste…” You trailed off, biting your cheek harder as your vision threatened to block off JJ’s image.

He simply nodded, as there isn’t much else you could say about that.

“So you were the one leaving the notes in my locker…” It wasn’t a question, as after the third note you knew who it was.

He nodded. “I didn’t want to get you upset again…”

“JJ-”

“Y/N, look,” he took a step away from the car. “Please just let me explain my side. Then you can yell at me as much as you want. But I just need to tell you my truth.”

You shut your mouth and nodded. You might have been a little bit of a bitch for the past couple weeks to him, but you had good reasoning. Nonetheless, you thought he still deserved to explain everything to you. You deserved it.

He took another step, this time towards you. You didn’t move away.

“This kid named Gavin came up to our lunch table a couple months ago, wanting one of us to do his dirty work. None of us were going to do it. Even me. But I took it. That was the day I came up to you at the kegger.” He paused, running a hand through his hair. “I never thought any of this bullshit was gonna happen. On our first date, I was going to tell you everything. I really was.”

He paused again, so you asked a question. “Why didn’t you then?” Your voice was quieter than it had been minutes prior.

He took a second step towards you. You didn’t move away.

“It was like when I took the stupid bet. I looked at you, and it felt like John B was going to shoot me in the gut with a paintball gun if I ever ruined that glint in your eyes when you just smile.”

You couldn’t look at him, so you tried to read as many of the notes on the ground as you could. “You’ve done worse than that…”

JJ sighed. There was more in that sigh than just, “oh well,” or anything like that. It was shaky. “I know… I’ve been beating myself up everyday about it…”

“As much as I hate admitting this, I was scared. Scared of this way you made me feel. That’s why I kept pushing back telling you the truth. Because I was afraid, if I did, you would leave.”

This is when you decided to look at him again. But not just look at him. Really look at him. And he looked how he did at the boneyard, yet somehow worse. There was a sense of vulnerability in the way he stood and the way he looked at you and the way he talked to you.

He was opening up.

You took a step towards him as he began to speak again.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me. I don’t expect you to ever want to talk to me again. But I needed to tell you this. Because I…” He couldn’t find the right words. “Fuck it,” he muttered his breath. “Because I love you. I fucking love you, even when I didn’t mean to.”

You froze in your spot.

JJ loved you.

And that look on his face told you he couldn’t be lying. He really loved you.

A new wave started to wet your ankles - guilt. You had yelled and screamed at him. You had used loving him as a grievance while he used loving you as a defense.

There was still validation behind your acts, but your heart doesn’t always care about that.

You took another step, forgetting to keep in mind the shakiness of your legs. The notes cluttered around your feet didn’t help either - you almost tripped. And you kept note of the way JJ flinched, as if going to catch you.

“Talk some sense to me…” You whispered, mustering a small sad smile as you felt your cheeks grow wet.

He chuckled weakly, but it was a weakness that was slowly getting stronger. “I’ll do more than talk some sense to you…”

You laugh was something caught between a laugh and a sob. “Just not in front of everyone.”

That comment brought attention to the crowd of teenagers that had found itself in the parking lot.

“Ignore us!” Di called out from beside Kie.

“Just kiss already!” Sarah called out from John B’s side, who was next to Kie. Pope was behind her.

You blushed a little and JJ set his hand on your chin, making you look at him. “I can’t say no to that bet, Red.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “The next time you bet something, I’m going to make sure you lose.”

“Well, I’ll just have to consider the win to be you.”

He leaned down and captured your lips before you could interject.

This kiss was explosive. There were no fireworks. It was comforting. Soft. Like a warm fire gracing your lips. It was a kiss you had missed.

Who would have thought the good girl, so caught up in her practical ways, could make the bad boy, who sleeps around and doesn’t listen to anyone, fall in love with her?

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Hi!! Just binged the 3 chapters of Bet - omg cant wait to read the rest of the story! Its an amazing fic. ❤

Hello! Thank you so much! I promise part 4 is almost complete, I hope to have it up by the end of this week!

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✾Arcade✾

Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Your relationship to King Steve Harrington was just a game for him. Now that he’s learned to play fair, can he win you back, or lose everything?

Request: N/A

Author’s Note: I think I like making song fics a little too much. There’s just so much inspiration that comes from them! Also, I’m still more than open for requests, so feel free to message me or anything. (Can we just talk about this gif? I’m not a smoker, I don’t condone smoking, but hot damn...)

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Jerk Steve, Cursing

!I don’t own this gif!

A broken heart is all that’s left I’m still fixing all the cracks

Nancy tapped your shoulder for what seemed like the tenth time in five minutes. “Sorry, one last thing.” She paused, glancing around the classroom. “You sure you still want to come over tonight? Steve’s going to be there…” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

It was kind of her to ask, and her tone was soft enough as she tried to beat around the bush, but it still stung a little.

“It’s been a couple years, Nanc. I’m sure.” You weren’t sure. Not completely.

I spent all the love I’ve saved We were always a losing game

You knocked on the door, almost immediately pulled inside by Nancy.

“I thought you weren’t gonna make it!” She led you downstairs into her basement, where everyone else was.

You laughed a little. “Like I’d miss a Halloween Movie Night.”

You didn’t even make it to the last step when you felt yourself come to a halt. Everyone was here - the Party was laying on the floor, candy and popcorn all around them. Jonathan was on the couch, a spot open for Nancy beside him. And Steve was here. Just like she said he would be.

Small-town boy in a big arcade I got addicted to a losing game

“Come on, Steve! One more game!” You begged, tugging at his arm a little.

Steve sighed as you pulled him back inside the Arcade. “Y/N, this is the seventh time you’ve played it tonight. We both know you always lose.”

You laughed a little as you pulled a quarter from your pocket. “Okay, but it’s so worth it!”

He stood back with crossed arms as he watched you play the game for the eighth time now. It went like every other round - you made it so, so close to the end, only to lose. 

“See?” He uncrossed his arms and started back outside.

With a smile, you quickly followed after him. “Practice makes perfect, my King. Isn’t that how you got good at basketball?”

The playful chatter between you two was just so effortless. Ninth grade had been the best year of your life.

I saw the end before it began Still I carried, I carried, I carried on

“Tommy, give that to me.” Steve took the basketball from his ‘friends’ hands.

Tommy laughed and rolled his eyes. “What? Don’t want someone to take your b-ball title from ya?”

You were hesitant to approach the car, but you had to - Steve was giving you a ride home. “Hey, guys…”

You didn’t look at her, but you could feel the roll of Carol’s eyes. 

“Y/N…” Steve sounded a little awkward for a moment, like there was something he wanted to say but didn’t know how to. He cleared his throat a little, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hey.”

Biting your lip, you try to ignore the fact Tommy and Carol were ignoring you. “So, my mom isn’t going to be home in time, so we’ll probably have to look after Jenna for a couple of hours.”

The awkwardness in Steve’s stance seemed to upgrade. 

He opened his mouth to say something but Tommy put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. “Have fun with that kid-killing duty.” He said to you before looking at Steve. “That party starts in about an hour, and this girl needs to change. Let’s get a move on.”

Tommy walked around and got into the passenger's seat of Steve’s car and Carol got in the back.

“Sorry, Y/N, but I got to go.” With his key in hand, Steve moved up and kissed you quickly on the cheek. 

Forcing a smile, you shake your head a little. “It’s fine, Steve. Have fun.”

He smiled back, thanking you before getting into his car.

You stepped back and watched as Steve pulled out of the parking. Pulled away from you.

You let the smile drop to a frown as you started your walk home. Alone.

All I know, all I know Loving you is a losing game

“I love you, Steve-” The phone hung up before you could finish what you were going to say. Before he could say anything back.

“I love you-” The front door closed before you could finish what you were going to say. Before he could say anything back.

“I love-” The car door closed before you could finish what you were going to say. Before he could say anything back.

“I-” He walked away before you could finish what you were going to say. Before he could say anything back.

Summer had started a month ago, and Steve didn’t make one effort to hang out with you. He didn’t even call you.

You knew exactly why that was - he was hoping that if he ignored you enough, you’d get the hint and not try to get close to him. He was hoping he didn’t have to break up with you face to face.

But you chose to block away that knowledge. He was still Steve, right? Under all that high school fame, he was still Steve Harrington, your boyfriend…

That’s what you thought as you knocked on the front door of the house you visited so many times. That house that was currently full of people and booming with music. A house you hadn’t been invited to in a while.

Steve opened the door with a smile on his face a beer in hand. He had just finished laughing at what someone told him as he made it through the crowd.

His face and drink fell when his eyes landed on you. “Y/N…”

“We need to talk.” This was the first time in a while you felt like you could solidly say something.

He nodded a little and walked out of his house, closing the door behind him.

You wanted to ease into it. To ask him how he’s been. Ask if he’s been actually, genuinely having fun.

But pleasantries go out the window when you’re in front of the person who’s been chipping away at your heart. “Are we breaking up?”

There might have been no emotion in your voice, but you had to stop yourself from breaking down at even the thought of asking.

He sighed and you knew the answer. “Y/N, this just isn’t working for me anymore.”

“It would have been nice to be told that instead of figuring it out myself.” You couldn’t discern the tone of your own voice. You wanted to cry, but you wanted to slap him across the face with your words.

“Y/N, don’t be like that.” He reached out to grab your arm.

But you pulled away as fast as you could. “Have fun with your new life, King Steve.”

You don’t listen to him saying your name as you turn on your heels and walk down the driveway to go home.

I don’t need you games, game over

You tried to pretend as if you didn’t see him. Hell, you wanted to pretend he didn’t even exist. But that was asking too much.

Nancy handed you a bag of candy her mom put together and you sat down on the floor with the Party.

You opened it up as you sense Dustin peak over your shoulder. “You can have my nougat if you get your cat to stop chewing my socks whenever I babysit.”

“Deal!” Dustin spoke and grabbed the candy before you could even finish.

You laughed and shook your head. You could have sworn you saw Steve smile out of the corner of your eye.

Get me of this rollercoaster

“Y/N, wait!” Steve rushed out behind you as you started down the Wheeler’s driveway.

You closed your eyes and sighed. You had succeeded with ignoring him for the whole night. Now, when you were taking your victory home, he had to ruin it.

You stopped walking, but didn’t say anything or turn around.

You heard him jog up to you, stopping a couple of feet away. “Can we talk? I feel like you’ve been ignoring me all evening.”

“That’s because I have been…” You shrug a little.

It was silent, and you could tell Steve was trying to figure out how to respond to that.

You sigh again and turn around, looking at Steve for the first time. He had definitely grown since ninth grade. 

“I don’t want to hear some bullshit about you being sorry.” You say, catching him off guard. “You made your priorities clear enough I’d say.”

Steve stepped forward towards you, reaching to grab your arm. You take a step back, shaking off a flashback.

“I was a dick, I know.”

“I don’t care if you’ve changed.”

“But I have, and I want to explain-”

“I don’t want to hear it!” You snap. Every emotion you pushed down for years flashed in your eyes, making Steve stare.

You bite your lip, crossing your arms. “All I know, all I care to know, is that loving you is a losing game.”

All I know, all I know Loving you Is a losing Game

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Heyyy I loved bet with jj maybank are we gonna get a part 4

Yes! Part 4 is in the works, it’s just taking me longer than I would like to get it set in stone.

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✾Broken✾

Peter Pevensie x Reader

Summary: Captured and tricked by the enemy, you have no choice but watch as Peter leaves his love in the hands of a horrible man.

Request: N/A

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry! I’ve been in such a writing slump again, and then my laptop completely died, I have barely done any. I barely have part 4 of Bet written, and I feel so bad about keeping you all waiting. I’m slowly getting back into writing, and this is the first thing I’ve had major inspiration for in a long time. I was listening to this when this idea hit me. I hope you like it.

Word Count: 415

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Kidnapping

!I don’t own this gif!

“Peter!” You cried out until your voice was hoarse.

As he moved farther and farther away, you desperately tried to go after him. Hop onto your horse and run after the man that promised to never leave you behind. The man that was currently breaking his promise.

“Please!” You doubled over, closing your eyes. There was no point having them open - your tears blurred everything beyond recognition.

The man that had captured you grabbed your face and forced you to look towards your love’s retreating form. “He doesn’t seem to care as much as you thought he would.” The venom in his voice was tactical, like he knew this would happen. “He’s leaving you to rot.”

But Peter wouldn’t do that. Not to you, not to anyone. He was better than that. But grief clouds one’s common sense.

“Peter…” His name left your lips at barely above a whisper. You could barely raise your voice any more than that anymore. It didn’t even sound like you anymore.

The man threw you to the ground, chuckling to himself. “Pathetic how love can make a person act.” 

He walked over to a tree in front of the two of you and pulled a sword from it. An ear splitting ringing sounded off for only a second before it was gone. Stepping over to you, he slid the tip of the sword to your chin, aggressively forcing your head up.

“Clever thing. Magic, that is.” A cruel smirk twisted on his lips, and a pound of realization sat steadily and heavily on your chest.

Peter didn’t hear you. He didn’t come to your cries because he didn’t know you’re there. 

He does not know you are here.

You wanted to cry out again. The magic field was down; a shriek could still get his attention. He could still save you. Take you back home.

You opened your mouth but no words came out. You desperately tried to push your vocals chords to their breaking point, but they were raw - already broken. Nothing but a whimper escaped.

He chuckled again and planted the sword’s tip in the ground. “We,” he forced you on your feet, supporting you in a way that made a shiver run up your spin, “are going to be having a lot of fun.”

You couldn’t look at him. You could only look towards the forest, where you had once seen Peter. He was nowhere in sight. Probably halfway back to Cair Paravel, alone. Without you.

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✾Bet {3}✾

JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary: The good girl finally realizes the catch as to why such a bad boy would go for her. But the bad boy has a catch in his own heart and he can’t shake it or figure out why.

Request: N/A

Author’s Note: Merry Christmas! I’m so sorry this took so long! But I wanted to get it out today for all of you! And thank you so much for 100 followers! I’m thinking about making a prompt list, so if you have any ideas, I’d love to hear them.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Cursing, Angst

Part 1 ♥ Part 2  ♥

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“Put me down!” You laugh as you struggle in the arms of JJ.

He simply shook his head and spun around in a circle, effectively spinning you in a circle.

You caught a blob of yellow amidst the spinning, desperately trying to recall who you saw wearing that color today. “Kie! A little help please?”

You couldn’t see it, but Kie smiled and crossed her arms. “Sorry, Y/N, but I’m with JJ for this one. Goblet of Fire is not the best one.”

You groaned, giving up trying to get out of JJ’s arms.

JJ decided after a couple more dates that you should start hanging out with his friends. Today you were supposed to all go out on the HMS Pogue and have a day on the water, but a storm got in the way of that. So, instead, you were having a movie marathon.

You weren’t the kind of person to get sick when dizzy, but you also weren’t the kind of person that got this dizzy.

“JJ, please.” You begged with another laugh.

He eventually gave in, but it wasn’t right away. He spun you around maybe two or three more times before dropping you down on the coach with a thump.

“Is the argument over?” John B and Pope peeked their heads from behind a door, pretending to hide and be all scared. They actually had gone over there to grab some blankets.

Kie laughs and looks between you, who is motionless facing down on the couch, and JJ, who is standing over you. “For now.”

The two boys came over and tossed a couple blankets down on the couch. One of which fell right over and covered you.

You felt the blanket be pulled off. “Come on, Y/N. You’re hoggin’ the couch.”

“I’m one with the couch.”

You could tell he didn’t want to laugh at that, but cracked a smile nonetheless. “If you say so, couch.”

Slow and steady, like a turtle, JJ started to sit himself down on your back. He was going slow to let time for you to get up before he put his full body weight on you.

You weren’t budging.

You weren’t budging until he sat fully down, crossed his arms, and leaned back.

You were budging.

“Okay, okay. Please get off me! JJ!” Your voice was muffled by the cushions, but you weren’t that hard to hear.

He listened the first time with this and got up basically immediately. “Still one with the couch?” He pulled you up by your arms and made sure you were sitting up straight.

“That’s for me to know and you to figure out.” You sit back and cross your arms.

“Alright, alright. That’s enough bickering.” Pope cut in, sitting down next to Kie. John B and JJ both sat on their side of you. “Are we gonna watch the next movie now?”

Everyone collectively nodded their heads. 

As the title screen played out, your head drifted down to JJ’s shoulder. His arm wrapped around you almost instinctively. 

It was a moment like this that got you wondering why he chose you.

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“He’s not gonna ask for a second date.” You shook your head before taking a sip from your milkshake. 

Di and Kelly looked at each other and rolled their eyes. “And why is that?”

You set down your drink on the table and got ready to start listing things. “I barely talked. He did a lot of it.” You were using your fingers to count your reasons. “He is probably one of, if not, the hottest guys at school, and I’m a potato. I have the personality of one too. I-”

Kelly cut you off before you could finish the overflowing list. “First one, perfectly normal. You’re shy. Second, you can be hot when you want to be. And third, your personality is amazing. He will see that once he gets to know you more.”

You groaned and took another sip of your shake. “Aren’t you supposed to be shopping with Mom?”

“You’re just saying that cause you know I’m right.” Kelly laughed.

Rolling your eyes, you repeat, “He’s not gonna ask for a second date.” This time, you were a little more certain of it.

Di sat up, as if getting an idea suddenly.

That idea was immediately forgotten when your phone chimed, signally a text.

Before you could make any more to grab it, Di had it in her hand and was looking at it.

“Come on, give me my phone.” You sighed, reaching for the device.

She made no move to hand it back to you as a smile grew on her face. “I think he’s asking for a second date.”

She turned your phone to face you, and there it was: a text from JJ asking when you were free next.

You normally would lie about this, but there were two people to witness it. It being the smile that stretched across your cheeks that made them hurt.

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JJ took his eyes off the movie for a second to glance down at you. What was meant to be a quick look turned into a patient stare.

You had curled your hair for the day, but the rain made it just a complete mess. You were wearing one of his shirts, since your cover up didn’t cover much up when you got soaked. Everyone’s clothes had dried by now, but he could tell you were closer than usual for warmth.

He realized he was looking for a bit too long and quickly looked back to the movie.

Why did his gaze always seem to linger on you? It was just a bet. Why did he feel like smiling every time he caught even a glimpse of your face? It was just a bet. 

Why did his heart feel weird and different when her hand brushed his?

She’s not just a bet anymore.

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“You gotta tell her the truth.” John B hit JJ on the shoulder as the hammock had swung close enough.

JJ sighed and threw his head back. “I know, I know. Geez. Just give it like a week more. Douchey will make his move, and you guys won’t be JJ-less for a day at a time.”

Kie rolled her eyes at JJ’s laxness with the subject. “That’s not why you need to tell her.”

“Come on, Kie. Don’t give me this bullshit again.” JJ got up off the hammock and grabbed a beer. “I’m not gonna hurt her.”

She shakes her head. “You will if she starts liking you.” 

No one considered JJ might start liking her.

“I’ll make sure it doesn’t get to that point.” JJ shrugged and got back on the hammock.

JJ didn’t consider JJ might start liking her.

“Dude, none of us took the bet for a reason - it’s fucked up.” John B tossed his second empty beer can over towards the trashcan Kie set out.

No one considered JJ felt bad for leading her on.

JJ groaned as Pope jumped in. “It’s not right to lead someone on like this.”

JJ didn’t consider JJ felt bad for leading her on.

“Look,” he got up once again. “I get it, okay? Gavin’s a fucked up dude for coming up with this idea. But I’m not gonna let it get too far. I’m gonna try and not do anything stupid to hurt anyone.”

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JJ gave you a ride home. It might not have been the best idea - two teenagers riding on a motorbike in the rain - but it was better than walking.

When he got to your house, JJ tried to get as close to the front door as he could before hopping off. He gave you a hand to help you off before taking off his jacket and holding it above you two.

“Sorry this date went so fucking downhill.” He started walking with you to the door.

You laughed a little and shook your head, walking close to him. “It didn’t. I had a really nice time, just hanging out.”

You both stopped in front of the door. “Then I guess this could be a weekly thing, yeah?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You tried to dim down the smile on your face, but your cheeks were already starting to hurt. Going on your tippy toes, you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before turning and grabbing the door knob.

JJ’s hand on your shoulder stopped you. “Wait a second.”

You give him a playful sigh, turning to face him again dramatically. “JJ, if I stand out in the cold any longer, I’m gonna get sick.” You joke.

He smirked a little. “Then I can take care of you. You know, make you some nice, warm, chicken noodle soup.”

“JJ.” You laugh.

“Alright alright, I don’t know how to make soup. But I can try. And I’ll do a damn good job trying.”

You couldn’t help but laugh again. “What do you want?”

With a cocky smile, he said, “A proper kiss.” He stooped down to your level. “I’ll make it easier on you.”

You knew however you responded, he wasn’t going to let you go until he got what he wanted.

You bit your lip to pull away your smile before leaning in. “Only one,” you whisper before pressing your lips to his.

It felt like the first time, and you never wanted that to change.

He was the one who pulled away first, surprising you a little. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Red.”

“Wait, what?” You called out as he started to back away. You were confused as to why you would be seeing each other tomorrow, and why he called you red.

He chuckled a little, getting onto his motorbike. “There’s a kegger tomorrow. I better see you there.” 

Before you could object or ask anything else, JJ gave you a little wave and rode off to the Cut.

Why the hell did he call you ‘Red?’

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You got out of the car just in time for it to speed off, not even waiting for the door to close.

“Your brother is kind of an ass.” You shake your head as you walk with Di the rest of the way to the boneyard.

She laughed a little and hooked her arm with yours. “You don’t need to tell me twice. Can’t wait for him to go off to college.”

You laugh and shake your head as you make it to the boneyard. The kegger was already in full swing. Not that you expected anything less.

Di nudged you a little. “So, are we gonna go talk to you boyfriend and all his friends?” 

You couldn’t help the blush that trailed up your neck and over your face and ears. You had yet to call each other ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend.’ “If you want…” You tried to shrug it off, but the damage had been down.

She practically squealed at your reaction and grabbed your hand to drag you over. “You’re too slow!”

You didn’t know whether to laugh or to roll your eyes. So you decided to laugh. Laugh, at least, until you bumped into someone’s back.

You heard Di start cracking up laughing beside you. “Good job, Y/N!”

Rolling your eyes slightly, you take a step back and look up at who you bumped into. “I’m so sorry.”

You vaguely recognized the guy before you. If you heard his name, you’d be like, “Oh, right.” Maybe it started with a G…

“Whatever.” He didn’t so much as look at you as he walked away.

“Rude…” You mumble, shaking your head.

Di grabbed your hand again and continued to drag you. “But hot af!”

You wanted to cringe. “You did not just say ‘af’ instead of ‘as fuck,’ did you?”

She laughed. “I did, and I won’t take it back.” She abruptly stopped and you almost smashed right into her back. Today apparently wasn’t your day. “Now introduce me!”

She nudged you forward as she whisper-yelled right in your ear. 

“Okay, okay.” You approached the five figures that Di stopped at. All their backs were turned to you, so you had to tap the boy in the center’s shoulder.

He spun around and a smile instantly spread across his face upon seeing you. It was a natural smile. “Hey, Red.” A smile he wouldn’t just give to anyone.

“Hi, JJ.” You still weren’t completely sure as to why he called you ‘Red.’ It didn’t make any sense.

“This,” you gesture to Di, who waves at everyone, “is my best friend, Di.”

Intros were done pretty quickly; everyone just said their name and started up a new conversation that involved the two girls.

It had maybe been half an hour when Sarah, a well known Kook and girlfriend to John B, JJ’s best friend, had pulled you off to the side. After, of course, JJ untangled himself from you (with much dismay).

“I feel like it’s been forever since we’ve talked.” Sarah started once you were a good distance away.

You laughed a little and nodded. “Yeah, about five years, I think.”

The two of you chit-chatted, just catching up with each other.

It hadn’t ever occurred to you that dating the JJ Maybank would be good for you. That he would get you to do new things. Meet and talk to new people. Just enjoy life like you should.

After a moment, something popped into your mind. “Oh! I’ll be right back, I need to ask JJ something.” He had done so much for you, you wanted to do a little something for him.

You walked up to the group, furrowing your eyebrows a little. “Where’s JJ?” You ask, noticing it was just John B, Pope, Kie, and Di talking.

The three Pogues looked between each other, as if they were trying to think of something to say.

“He went home.”

“He went to get another drink.”

“He’s in the water.”

They all spoke at the same time, and each answer made you even more confused. Something wasn’t right.

You take a quick glance around, noticing JJ a few feet away, talking to the guy you bump into earlier. You glance back at the group, feeling like your head was spinning. “He’s right there…”

Glancing at Di, she shrugs to you as you start your way over to the two.

“Y/N, wait!” Kie called out to stop you. “Don’t… Just wait for him to come back over.”

You turn and look at her. You had known Kie when you were younger, but kind of grew apart as you both changed. It was nice to connect with her again, but you couldn’t yet understand what went on in her head.

“I’ll just be quick.”

All the others seemed to want you to also stay, but you didn’t understand why. And if they weren’t going to tell you, you’d figure out yourself.

Both of their backs were turned to you, which you were a little surprised with. If this conversation was so important that you couldn’t interrupt it, they’d at least want to see if you were coming.

“Does $200 cover it?”

You knew listening in on conversations wasn’t the right thing to do, but you couldn’t help it.

“Dude, look-” JJ was trying to say something but the guy, maybe his name was Gavin, cut him off.

“We are so close. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

Gavin handed JJ something.

“I’ll give you a little more next time. Believe me, Y/N can be a bore.”

What? Why were you a part of this? And a bore?

“How much longer do you want me to do this?” There was something in JJ’s voice you couldn’t discern.

Gavin patted JJ on the back. “I know, I know, Y/N’s hard to date. But, if you can at least keep dating her for two weeks, I’ll triple your paycheck.”

What? 

“Gavin, I-”

“You’re dating me for money?”

The shock coursed through every part of you as you tried to comprehend what you heard, and even what you said.

Both boys turned around, JJ a little more quickly than Gavin.

“Y/N-”

You shook your head, taking a step back as he tried to get close to you. “I should have known....” You mumbled, trying to hold back the tears you felt reaching the peak of your eyes.

He reached out for you, but you didn’t want him to touch you. You did, but you didn’t. “I can explain.”

“I don’t wanna hear it.” You snap, letting a couple of tears out. “I actually thought you liked me…”

“Just listen, Y/N-”

“No!” You were a little louder than you had wanted to be, as unwanted eyes turned. “Fuck you, JJ. Enjoy your money. I hope it was worth it.”

You turned your back on him and just started to walk away. You didn’t care if anyone was trying to talk to you or stop you - you just wanted to get out of there.

Di came up beside you and hooked her arm in yours, repeating reassurances to you. They didn’t work.

JJ watched as you retreated.

The look on your face had broken something he didn’t think could be broken anymore. The shake of your voice and quiver of your lips sent him to a place he had been before, but was new to him.

He cleared his throat a little, looking towards his friends. The friends that tried to warn him. That tried to stop you from learning the truth too soon. The friends that gave him sympathetic looks that had a hint of disappointment.

“Damn, everything was going so well…” Gavin muttered, shaking his head. “If you can do some major accident repair, I’ll-”

JJ snapped his head to look at Gavin. “Shut up.” He spit, shaking his head. “Shut the fuck up.”

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❀Burrowing❀

Harry Potter x Reader

Summary: Spending Christmas at the Burrow only has it’s ups. No downs.

Request: N/A

Author’s Note: Another little blurb for the holiday season! I do plan on posting something tomorrow for Christmas for everyone!

Word Count: k

Warnings: None

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The sleeves of the sweater went right past your hands, covering them in the way you loved. The material wasn’t an itchy wool like some sweaters - it was soft and warm.

You didn’t realize you had been playing with your sleeves for as long as you were until the sound of a door opening drew your attention.

“Y/N, dear, what are you doing out here? You’ll catch your death!” Mrs. Weasley stepped out of the house, apron covered in flour and a cloth in her hands.

You quickly stood up, wiping off your pants. “Sorry, Mrs. Weasley. I lost track of time.”

“Now come on in, come on.” She ushered, motioning her hands. “I just finished up a batch of fluttering cookies.”

Giving the mother a smile, you quickly walk inside the house. You had to duck almost as soon as the door was closed behind you, as a cookie came zooming right to your head. 

You practically fell to the floor as Molly stormed over to the culprits of the flying flutter cookies. ”Will you two cut it out!”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little as Fred and George run from their own mom. Every prank they pulled, small or large, got them into some sort of trouble.

You were about to push yourself off the ground when a hand extended out in front of your face.

“Harry?” You smiled up at the boy, taking his hand and letting him help you up. “When did you get here?”

He smiled back at you and shrugged a little. “A moment ago.”

“Was that moment long enough to see me fall?” You asked, bracing yourself slightly for the twinge of embarrassment.

Low and behold, Harry nodded. “Yeah, it was.”

You cringed at yourself a little. “Brilliant.” Now, that wasn’t something you would say very often. You originally would only say ‘brilliant’ to tease Harry at how much he said. But slowly, over time, you started to just say it naturally.

“You two have been hanging out too much.” Ron muttered as he walked over from the kitchen, one of the fluttering cookies in his hand. Hermione was not too far behind with Crookshanks in her arms.

She rolled her eyes as she pet her cat. “He’s only saying that because Harry prefers to spend his time with you than with Ron.”

You laughed and Hermione smiled as the two boys shook their heads.

“She’s lying, Ron.” Harry looks away from you to his best friend.

Hermione and Ron both opened their mouths to say something when Mrs. Weasley came back from chastising the twins.

“Hermione, Y/N, would you two be dears and help me set the table?”

The both of you nodded. “Of course, Mrs. Weasley.” You say as Hermione sets down her cat.

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The fire crackled as you stared at it. It was mesmerizing, watching it flicker back and forth. If you were even remotely tired, it would easily lull you into a peaceful sleep.

But that’s why you were watching the fire - you couldn’t sleep. You could never sleep around Christmas time.

A blanket floated over and laid itself down on your lap. Startled, you look around to try and see who did it.

Harry, hair a tad messy from laying in bed, stood at the bottom of the steps with his wand in hand. “You looked cold.” He shrugged and tucked his wand away, walking over to the couch.

“Well, at least come sit with me.” You lifted the blanket a little, a request for him to get under.

He obliged, sitting down and you instinctively cuddled up to him.

You closed your eyes as you rested your head on his shoulder. “You should be sleeping.”

He rested his head on yours. “So should you.” One of his arms wrapped around you.

“Well, if I had been sleeping, I wouldn’t have been able to enjoy the fire.” 

He chuckled, trying not to jostle you too much. “You need to get your priorities straight.”

Laughing, you shake your head. “You spend too much time with Ron.” You tease before yawning.

“I try to split my time.”

When he didn’t get a response, Harry looked down at you. Your eyes were, of course, closed, and your breathing was at a calm and normal pace. You had fallen asleep.

He smiled at you, resting his head back on yours, and closed his eyes. He listened to the crackling of fire and the quiet breaths that left your lips.

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❀Greetings from the Boneyard❀

John B Routledge x Reader

Summary: The Pogues don’t usually take greeting card photos. So, to you, it’s time to change that.

Request: N/A

Author’s Note: This is the first fanfiction I’m writing for a character that I myself haven’t simped over, so I just wanted to give you all a heads up about that.

Word Count: 698

Warnings: Mentions of Sex (if you squinty squint)

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“So, I have matching hats for the boys, and then cute jingly antlers for us girls.” You juggled the accessories in question as you tried to hand them out accordingly.

Pope and Kie took theirs’ easily, helping you out a little. John B and JJ were slightly more reluctant.

JJ grabbed his and gave it a look. “Do we have to?”

Kie rolled her eyes at the boy as she placed on the antlers. “Just go with it, JJ.”

“Okay, all we have to do is take one good picture, and then the rest can be as wacky as you want.” You explain, putting on your antlers and setting up your phone on a tripod. It wasn’t too hard to lodge it into the sand.

“Wacky? Who says wacky?” John B slings his arm around your waist and pulls you over to the group. 

Laughing, you hit him lightly on the shoulder and move his arm to around yours. “The girlfriend of a boy who thinks finger guns is a gesture for everything.” You tease, looking up at the boy before returning your attention to your friend group. “Okay, so I’m going to stand between John B and Pope, and then Kie is going to stand between Pope and JJ.”

Everyone moved around to stand in their correct positions. 

“Now, Pope and JJ, you need to wrap an arm around Kie’s shoulder, and Kie you need to wrap yours around their waist.” You instructed as you wrapped your own arms around John B and Pope. “Pope, wrap your other arm around my shoulder too.”

With minor mumbling and moving, everyone was wrapped up in everyone.

John B nudged you a little bit. “What do I do?”

You glance up at him. “You’re already doing it, dufus.”

“What is up with you and old slang?” He jokes with a smile.

Rolling your eyes, you look towards the camera. “Stop stalling.”

“I’m not stalling.” He defends, also looking towards the camera. 

JJ laughs. “Dude, you’re totally stalling.”

“Dude,” John B mimics, “I’m not.”

Rolling your eyes again, you let out a small giggle and smile. “Okay okay! Now, smile and say ‘Pogue Life!’”

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“These came out a lot better than I thought they would…” You flipped through the stack of pictures, smiling as you got to a set of goofy ones.

The particular one you were looking at involved JJ trying to jump onto Pope’s back as Kie lays in the sand, on her side, in an over dramatic model pose. John B was trying to lift you up by your waist as you were trying to lay down beside Kie.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” John B plopped down on his bed, sitting so he can just look over your shoulder.

You sit up a little from your lying position and pick up a photo off the bed, turning and showing it to him. “We were so chaotic taking these.”

He chuckled as he took the photo from your hand. “That’s what we do best.” He dropped it back down on his bed and pulled you into him. “What are you even doing with all these?”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you shrug. “I was just gonna make Christmas cards for our families.”

“You really are the mom of the group,” he laughed.

You smile and roll your eyes. “I guess that makes you the dad, then.”

“Well, you're gonna need room for another person on your cards for next year.” John B smirked, pulling you even closer so you were practically on top of him.

You furrowed your eyebrows, thinking. What did he mean by that? “What are you-”

Before that question could be finished, he moved the both of you so fast you didn’t process anything until you realized he was on top of you.

If you weren’t too busy being slightly shocked, you would have laughed with John B at the jingling of the antlers that you still had on. 

“Gotta say, those antlers are pretty cute.” He smirked again.

As things clicked in your head, you slowly smiled. “If it gives me any sort of special treatment, maybe I’ll get some for every season.”

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[lush-lavenders]

❀Snow Solitude❀

Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Snow days aren’t a rare thing in Hawkins, Indiana, but that doesn’t mean they’re put to waste. For a group of dipshits, they know how to spend it.

Request: N/A

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry about going MIA! I got sick after I published part 2 of Bet, and lost any and all motivation to write. But it’s slowly coming back! I’m hoping to post a couple blurbs for Christmas/wintertime, and (fingers crossed) Bet part 3 soon.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Cursing

!I don’t own this gif!

The block of ice was colder than normal snow. It was ice that would make this igloo into a fort. Make this snow day into a snow war.

Steve wasn’t one to spend his snow days doing anything. He didn’t need to shovel - his parents paid people to do that. He didn’t play in the snow - he was a teenager for Christ’s sake. At least, he didn’t ‘play’ in it until the Party decided he was their honorary babysitter.

“Look, dipshits, I’m not getting in there.” Steve planted his feet in the four inches of snow with crossed arms. 

Dustin mimicked Steve in a playful way while Mike did it a little more seriously. “You didn’t help make it, so you have to get into it.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Who’s the boss here? Oh right, it’s me.”

Lucas groaned and stooped down to grab some snow. “Why is this such a big deal?” He packed the snow together to form a sturdy snowball.

“Because Steve doesn’t pull his weight around here.” Mike looked from the teenagers to his friend.

With an eye roll, Steve said, “I’m the one who drives you all around and makes sure you don’t kill each other, dipshit.”

“Well, we know how to do that ourselves.” Mike retorted.

“Oh do you?”

“Yeah, we do.”

“Do you really?” Steve egged on.

This went back and forth between the children for a couple minutes until the sound of snow crunching drew the attention of the sane five. 

You had taken a walk to enjoy the snow day when you stumbled upon the party and Steve. You started to approach them, thinking you’d join in on their fun. You didn’t think you’d join in on an argument.

“What’s going on here?” You ask, looking between them all.

Dustin shook his head as he looked away from Steve and Mike. 

Max looked over at you. “Idiots being idiots.”

You nodded with a ‘seems legit’ face. You weren’t going to question it. “What’s the idiots being idiots about?” You were surprised said idiots still hadn’t noticed your arrival.

El pointed at the igloo. “Snow.” They were arguing about snow.

A laugh escaped your lips as you shook your head. Only these boys would do that. “Hey, babies!” You call out to them and they look towards you. “Wanna stop the fighting and actually have some snow fun?”

You wanted to have fun. You didn’t want to, and you were sure the Party didn’t want to, stand around and listen to this bickering. 

“Y/N, when the hell did you get here?” Mike asked, crossing his arms. Steve hit him in the arm for ‘aggression’ in his voice.

You smiled sweetly at them. “I believe it was towards the start of this little quarrel.” You gesture between the two of them. “Which was long enough to know that whatever it was about is stupid.” Who argues about snow?

“It’s all Steve’s fault.” Mike weakly defends himself.

That earned a sigh from you and a smack in the back of the head from Steve.

“All he has to do is go in the fucking igloo!”

You scold the boy a little. “Bite your tongue.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’ll bite my tongue if Steve grows balls.” He muttered.

You sigh a little. “How about I go in? Will that satisfy your weird needs?”

“If Y/N goes in, then I’ll go in.” Steve piped up a little too fast. 

Mike threw his hands up exasperatedly. “Fine! Just go in!”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. You didn’t understand why this was such a big deal. It was an igloo. An igloo.

You pushed past the two, lightly hitting your shoulder against Steve. When you got to the entrance of the snow fortress, you ducked down and carefully crawled in. Sure, you were decked out in a winter jacket, a beanie, a scarf, and gloves, but that didn’t mean you didn’t shiver your ass off when you fully got inside.

Steve was close behind you, which wasn’t shocking as this was a small, enclosed space.

You plopped your butt down by the back of the igloo, careful not to lean back. You wouldn’t want to ruin the Party’s hard work.

Steve sat down a little off to the side and looked around. As if there was much to really look at.

“They did a nice job.” You said after a moment of silence. 

It was painfully obvious that once Steve was away from the Party, they went into a full blown snowball fight. The yelling and laughing wasn’t hard to discern.

Steve nodded. “At least they know how to do one thing.”

“I’m sure they know how to do other things,” you reply with a smile. 

He chuckled and shook his head. “You’d be surprised…” He trailed off as his eyes landed on something that seemed to be stuck on the ceiling of the igloo. 

You couldn’t tell what the look on his face was, so you took a look for yourself.

A plant seemed to be stuck smack dab in the middle of the ceiling. The leaves were undeniably familiar, and the red berries attached made it even more definable - mistletoe.

You both were at a loss for words. It was right above you. 

“Those little dipshits…” Steve muttered under his breath.

“How’d they…” You started to mutter at the same time. You didn’t finish the thought, unsure if it was, “how’d they get it up there,” or “how’d they know we were going to be under here.”

He cleared his throat a little. “We… We don’t have to do that.” You looked at him, trying to read his face. “Those dipshits won’t have to know.”

You didn’t know if you should feel rejoiced he wasn’t going to make you kiss him, or disappointed. You didn’t know until you spoke without much thought.

“But… what if I want to?”

He looked to be in shock for a second, but he tried to recover quickly and smoothly. So that he could, without much else said, move in closer to you and place his lips on yours.

He had been King Steve in high school, and that charm slowly had worn off him. But there were moments where he did things like this; and it was unclear if he was still that teenager from high school or the boy slowly becoming a man. Or maybe both.

You tried to hide your surprise as you kissed him back a second after he went in for it. You didn’t think he’d actually go for it. You’d thought he’d awkwardly laugh it off or something. But you’re glad he went for it.

Steve was less dressed for the cold than you, so his icy lips felt like they were walking through a fire while against your warm ones. While your hands sunk deeper into the snow below you, his found your cheek. In contrast, his touch burned with passion against the surface of your reddening face.

Just as he was the one to go in for the kiss, he was also the one to pull away.

You tried not to lean into him, but you wanted more. A longer kiss. Anything. Everything.

As you fluttered your eyes open, you were greeted by a smile gracing the lips that you wanted so bad to pull back to you. But the smile was a contagious one, allowing you to calm down your urge for him.

“I gotta give it to them - those dipshits know a thing or two once in a while.”

You let out a laugh and throw your head back a little, looking up at the mistletoe.

You had to thank them all later today.

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[lush-lavenders]

❀Bet {2}❀

JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary: The good girl goes on a date with the bad boy and actually enjoys it. So that leads to a few more dates. A few stolen kisses. A few introductions to knew people. The catch? You might realize it sooner than later...

Request: N/A

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for all the support you guys gave me on the first part! I did not think it was going to do as well as it did. I got this out a lot sooner than I thought I would.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Cursing

Part 1

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“I think this is really cute.”

You laughed a little, looking at the sundress. “Of course you’d pick that, Mom.”

She gave you a look. “Tell me it’s ugly and I’ll put it back.” 

“You know I can’t say that.” You smile at her and take the dress. It was a really cute dress, to be honest.

Your smile drops a little and you sigh to yourself. “I don’t know why I’m trying to get all pampered for this.” It wasn’t like you had actually said yes to the date. You just had no choice. Yeah, that’s right.

Your mom watched you for a moment as you played with the fabric of the dress. “Because it’s your first date. Just let yourself have fun.”

“You don’t understand, Mom.” You set the dress down. “This guy’s idea of fun is smoking, drinking, and having sex. Period, end of sentence.”

She nodded, but it didn’t seem like the information was really settling in. “If he’s so out of your line of sight, why don’t you just not go?”

For some reason, that didn’t really occur to you. He seemed so dead set on taking you out, not showing up to the date wasn’t an option.

“There’s some part of you that likes him, Y/N/N. Whether you’ll admit that to Dina or not, you can’t hide it from me.”

She gave you a kiss on the forehead as she picked up the dress and went to go check out.

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You rubbed your fingers along the case of your phone, flipping it to check the time every minute it seemed.

3:23… 3:24… 3:25…

You were only a couple minutes early. But he still wasn’t here. And you doubt he’d ever show up.

3:26…

It was probably some prank. Him and his friends thought it would be funny to mess with a tipsy Kook.

3:27…

It’s not like you had anything to give him. The Pogues didn’t care too much for what Kooks had, especially when those Kooks can barely get by in life.

3:28…

Pogue and Kook. What stupid terms. Who even came up with those?

3:29…

You felt all the anxiety you tried to fight out come out victorious. This was going to either be a set up, or a stand up. No in between, it was one or the other.

3:30…

You looked down at your sandals as you tried to kick the sand out from between your toes. 

You were overexaggerating. You knew that. Being a minute or two late wasn’t that bad. You’ve been late to important meetings and such. So why were you so upset about this?

“I didn’t think you’d show up.” 

Your head jolted up as you watched the figure of the boy approach you. He was wearing the same stupidly goofy smile as yesterday. His outfit was simple, a grey tank top with shorts, but it looked good on him.

You shrugged a little, holding onto your phone a bit tightly. “I had nothing better to do today.” You tried to cooly answer. You wanted to make up for how he saw you yesterday.

He nodded, just taking the information even though it was clear he didn’t believe it. “Well, I hope you’re wearing a bathing suit, cause we’re heading out on the water.”

“On the water?” You repeated. “Like, on a boat?”

JJ started walking backwards, holding out his hand for you to take. “Yep.”

You were hesitant, but grabbed his hand anyways. By showing up, you agreed to the date. Whether you thought of that or not. The least you could do was go along with what he has planned.

As soon as your hand touched his, he smiled and pulled you along down the beach with him.

Strangely, his hand was soft. Yes, it had a rough undertone to it, but it’s not something you’d notice if you were just shaking it or holding it for a couple seconds. There was no way he could make his hands feel like this in one night for one girl. It had to be something he worked on daily, weekly at the least.

“Say hello to the HMS Pogue.” JJ gently took your senses from your hands back to your eyes.

The boat in question had the words ‘HMS Pogue’ painted on the side of it. It was in fairly decent shape, you made sure to note in your mind.

You glanced at him, noticing he was watching for your reaction to his friends’ prized possession. 

Giving him a smile, you look back at the boat. “She’s really nice.” Usually, you’d just say something like this to get out of the conversation. You couldn’t say anything bad, in case it came back to bite you in the butt. This this, now this was genuine.

The smile he had from before seemed to grow more sincere, though that wouldn’t make sense to anyone but a person who has been watching the teenager for years.

He let go of your hand as he hopped in the boat. Your hand felt weird now, as if you wanted his touch again, even just for a second more.

That want was somewhat fulfilled as he held out his hand to you once again. This time it was to help you on the boat. Which you gladly took.

Now the boat wasn’t huge, but for two people, it was pretty spacious. It looked like it had been recently cleaned to the best of the boy’s ability. But what caught your attention the most was the basket that was down in the middle, a blanket thrown out under it.

You glance at the boy that was driving the boat away from the dock. “A picnic?” You smooth out the back of your dress before sitting yourself down on the blanket and taking off your sandals.

“Is that not a good first date idea?” It was obvious he wasn’t the dating kind of guy. He was used to hooking up, not meeting up. This would be his first real date.

But it was also your first date.

Shrugging, you rub your hand against the softness of the blanket. “I think it’s nice.”

If you were paying attention, you might have seen the smile that cracked onto his face that held more than just the idea of his plan working. If you were paying attention, you might have seen the way he shook off that smile as quick as it came.

“Good, good.” He mutters, nodding. He clears his throat after a while, after you are pretty far out into the water. “I hope you like sandwiches.”

You look over as he sits down on the other side of the basket, opposite of you. “As long as you have turkey.”

Eight sandwiches later, between the two of you, JJ was sitting on the edge of the boat telling stories as you sat in a safer place, listening.

“So, John B actually took the bottle, and it was glued to his hand for the whole day!” 

You smile and shake your head, holding back a laugh. “That’s such a cruel prank. It must’ve hurt to get it off.”

JJ chuckles and kicks his shoes off before standing. “All I know is it was hilarious to watch him try to do the simplest of shit.”

There was a moment of silence between you, giving time for JJ to pull off his shirt out of nowhere.

You quickly redirected your eyes as a blush crept up your neck to your cheeks. “JJ, what are you doing...?”

“What? I told you you better be wearing a bathing suit.” He tossed his shirt over by the empty basket.

Shaking your head, you bring your knees up to your chest. “Well, I’m not.”

“Can’t take no for an answer, sorry.” Without much warning, he jumped down from his spot and picked you up. 

“JJ!” You squealed as he threw you over his shoulder.

He walks up to the edge of the boat. “Last chance; do you wanna take that cute little dress off before I toss you in?” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

A furious blush once again covered your cheeks. “I-I am not taking off my dress…”

He shrugs. “Be that way.” Before you could ask him oh so sweetly to not toss you in, he tosses you in.

Another squeal erupts from your throat as your body comes into contact with the cold water. It was an unrefreshing wakeup call for anyone who needed it. 

You gasped for air as you broke the surface. A gasp that took in water from a splash right in front of you. 

“JJ!” You called out again as he resurfaced, laughing his ass off.

He swam over next to you. “Come on, Kookie. Live a little.”

You scoff a little and splash him right in the face. “Not when I just bought this dress earlier today.” You mutter.

He smirked as he got even closer. “‘Bought it earlier today’? As in, just for me?”

You blush yet again and look away. “N-No…”

With one hand he grabs your hips, and the other one places itself on your cheek to make you look at him. “Is Little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes lying to me now?”

The tone of his voice made your breath hitch in your throat. The space closing in between the two of you made the hair on the back of your neck stand.

Surely, he wasn’t going to kiss you, right? It was only your first date. Wasn’t that kind of thing left for the end of it? Or maybe even the second? Or third? Definitely not the middle of the first, at least.

But then again, here you were, inches away from your lips touching their first boy. And you weren’t moving away. You weren’t rejecting it. 

It might have been because of the warmth that radiated off him as you both floated in the cold water. It might have been because of the way his touch made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

His lips never moved away, only closer. They didn’t hesitate, when centimeters away, to press themselves to your lips and steal any air that might have occupied your lungs.

His lips, much like his hands, were softer than you imagined. But unlike his hands, there was never a hint of roughness. It didn’t feel like hundreds of other girls have done the same as you; you felt different. Special.

Your lips danced together for what seemed like an hour. His took intricate steps, as your’s tried to follow him to a tee and only slightly tripping over yourself.

When you parted, you felt yourself leaning into him. Any doubts about kissing in the middle of the first date left your mind as you just wanted more.

JJ lightly squeezed your hips, pulling you over with him closer to the boat. “Wouldn’t want to ruin that dress too much.” He says as he slowly lets go of you.

“Yeah, right…” Biting your lip, you try not to make it evident that you craved his touch, if just for a moment more. That the cold water was unbearable without him near.

You said nothing as he climbed out of the water and into the boat. He extended his hand out for you, which you took probably a little too quickly. After he helped you in, you managed to slip on some of the water that dripped from you. You slipped right into him.

He caught you without a problem, laughing a little. “Falling for me already?”

You laughed a little along with him, but didn’t give him an answer or anything like that. “Doesn’t really seem like this was your first date.” You just would change the subject.

Shrugging, he went over to drive the boat back to land. “I’m just full of surprises.”

The rest of the ride was kind of silent. But it wasn’t an awkward silence. At least, after a while it wasn’t. Maybe it was just a little awkward for you.

Once he parked the boat, JJ hopped off, tied it down, and went over to help you get off. He made sure you didn’t slip this time.

You smile at him as you start to walk down the dock. “I actually had a really nice time…”

“What? You thought you weren’t?” He asked, fake offended.

With a shrug, you say, “Well, you’re-”

Before you could finish, JJ’s phone started to ring from in the boat.

“Hold that thought.”

You hadn’t realized the two of you were holding hands until he dropped your’s to run back to the boat and hop inside.

JJ picked up his phone and looked at the name of the caller. He rolled his eyes and answered. “What do you want now?”

“How is everything going?” Gavin’s voice made JJ want to hang up immediately.

He glanced over at you for a split second before looking out over the water and lowering his voice. “Just fine. Goodbye.”

“Wait, wait!” Gavin called out before JJ could put his phone down. “Has she mentioned anything about her friend, or me?”

JJ shook his head. “No. Why the fuck would she?”

There was brief talking in the background. “Just wondering. Your money for this date will be given to you after school Monday.”

“Good.” Once again, JJ’s gaze trailed over to the girl who was standing by the end of the dock. The girl who was soaking wet from head to toe. The girl who bought a new dress just for his date. The girl he went on his first date with.

Without saying anything more, he hung up the phone. He was bound to break your heart, but he didn’t know if he wanted to.

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