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Welcome to my Ted talk

I present you with the Purest duos

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TWD AS PARKS AND REC

yumiko, ezekiel, and eugene after getting the bikes from princess:

dwight every second he spent at the sanctuary:

maggie:

morgan:

whisperers in a herd:

rick to the people of alexandria:

the survivors seeing beta's horde:

negan:

s7 premiere:

norman during the glitter war:

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TWD as Michael Scott memes:

Daryl about Woodbury:

T-Dog to Merle:

Rick after Lori's death:

Maggie after meeting Glenn:

Princess:

Shane when Rick shows up alive:

Ezekiel when Carol leaves him:

Negan:

Tara to anyone:

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Escape You | Part Four

Chapter Four:

The Sauna Test.

Steve Harrington x reader

summary: After Robin finds a useful map, a new individual joins you on your journey in finding the Evil Russians.

warnings: cursing

notes: sorry this is a chap is so late. School started for me and I’m still adjusting lol. Anyway hope y’all enjoy this chapter 🥰

(also sorry if there are mistakes, I didn’t really read it :/)

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You huffed as you opened the door to the roof of the StarCourt Mall. When you become in contact with the sun, you squint your eyes and pull your hand infront of your face.

“Yo! Henderson!” Dustin turns to face you, the binoculars still glued to his face. You stifle a laugh. “I got your note! What do you want?” You yelled to him. You held up the note he had left you that morning at your shop on the counter.

Meet me at the roof. Come alone - Dustin

“Shhh!” He shushes you quickly. You walk closer to him. He is kneeled on the floor. He pulls you to the floor by your forearm. You fall to the floor with a plop. You hiss at him.

“What the hell!?” You exclaim loudly. He shushes you again, pointing to something down below. You look. Evil Russian’s. “Oh” you whisper out, getting into a comfortable position on the ground. You lean closer to Dustin, “Why are we here?”

He shrugs innocently, “Spying on Evil Russian’s” You nod, moving away, “Right, Right.” It’s silent. You speak up again, “That still doesn’t explain why I’m here” You point to yourself.

Dustin sighs, removing the binoculars from his eyes and placing them on the floor next to him. “I have a bone to pick with you” he looks to you. You snicker, leaning over to grab the binoculars. He lets you, you’re suprised. You put them up to your face. “Yeah? Like what?” You laugh breathlessly.

“Do you like Steve?” His questing catches you off - guard. You peel your eyes away from the binoculars quickly. “What?” You ask.

You’re not really sure if you’d heard him correctly. You were positive that you were good at hiding your feelings but apparently not. First Sarah knew and now Dustin. God probably Steve knew himself! Maybe you can play it off. Say you didn’t like him.

“You heard me. Do you like Steve?” Dustin repeated himself. You scoffed, shaking your head. You put the binoculars up to your face agin. “Now why would you think that?” You chuckled wearily.

Dustin, clearly annoyed, snatched the binoculars from your grip, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t act dumb (y/n)! I saw how sad you looked when you saw him and Robin holding hands!”

You sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of your nose with your thumb and pointer finger. God, he saw that! You were in deep shit now. You didn’t know why but you felt the urge to tell Dustin the truth. You two had grown closer over the pass couple of days. He was probably one of the only people you could trust. So you did. You told him the truth.

“Ok! So what if I did?” You exclaimed. Dustin fist pumped the air, “Yes! I knew it!.” You rolled your eyes at him, putting your head in your hands. “It’s that freaking obvious, huh?” You mumbled in your palm.

“Yea. The way you look at him, it makes me believe love is real” Dustin said. You looked up at him quickly, shaking your head with a laugh. “Woah, Woah, Woah” you let out a shaky laugh, “I don’t love him” you objected.

Dustin sighs again, bringing the binoculars back to his face. “Yea, whatever you say (y/n).” You laugh at him again. “Seriously I don’t.” Dustin doesn’t look at you, letting out an unsure hum and mumbling, “sure you don’t.”

It’s silent again. You pull your knees to your chest, and let out a stressful sigh. You look at Dustin again. “You know you can’t tell anyone about this, right?” Dustin, eyes still in the binoculars, nods. “And I mean anyone. Not your friends. Not Robin. And definitely not Steve”.

He finally takes the binoculars off. “I won’t, I won’t” You nod greatfully at him. Your pinkie raises in the air before him. “Pinkie Promise?” He looked to you in disbelief before scoffing, “Seriously (y/n)?.”

You shrugg innocently, pursing your lips. “Well if you meant it, you would pinkie promise” you start to pull your pinkie away. He groans in annoyance, “Fine! Fine!”

You smirk in victory. His pinkie twist around yours, and he stares you dead in the eyes. He holds up his other hand, showing his uncrossed fingers. “I swear, I will not tell a single soul.”

You smile pulling your pinkie away, “Good.”

In the two hours that follow, you and Dustin had made it to Scoops to tell Robin and Steve the stuff you say the Russians doing with the key cards.

“That keycard opens the door, but unfortunately, the Russian with this keycard also has a massive gun.” Dustin explained, leaning against the wall. Steve and Robin stood across from each other at the small blue and white table. You stood next to Dustin, nodding along to what he explained.

“Whatever’s in this room, whatever’s in those boxes, they really don’t want anybody finding it” you concluded. Steve played with his white sailors hat by flipping it along his finger whilst Robin played with an ice cream scooper. “But there’s gotta be a way in” Robin sighed, leaning back in her seat in defeat.

Steve throws his hat on the table, “Well, you know...” he then leans his elbows on the table, eyeing all three of you. “I could just take him out” Steve shrugged.

Your eyes squinted and you almost scoffed. “Take who out?” Robin asked with wide eyes. Steve shrugged again, as if it was no big deal. “The Russian Gaurd. What? I sneak up behind him, I knock him out and I take his keycard. It’s easy.”

“Did you not hear the part about the massive gun?” Dustin points out bluntly. You chuckle in your fist, looking between both boys humorously. Steve glanced to you before looking back to Dustin. “Yes, Dustin, I did” Steve spoke back in a ‘matter of fact tone’. “And that’s why I would be sneaking.” Steve moves his pointer and middle finger across the table, demonstrating a sneaking motion.

Dustin crosses his arms, “Well, please, tell me this, and be honest, have you ever actually...won a fight?” Dustin seemed to challenge. At that comment, you started laughing into your palm. Steve shot you a look again, but to his dismay you continued to laugh.

Steve butts in, “Okay, that was one time,” Dustin quickly cut him off, “twice. Johnathan. Year prior?”

Ah, you had remembered that day. You had heard that Johnathan Byers has beat the shit out of Steve Harrington’s face. It was amusing really. The geeky camera guy beating up the popular king of the school. Now that was one for the books. You had remembered being so proud of him, but you never had the chance to tell him.

“Listen, that doesn’t count” he begins but you tilt your head to the side letting out a sound of disagreement. “Why wouldn’t it count? Because it looks like he beat the shit out of you” Dustin cut in again. You chuckled into your palm again. Robin looked between the three of you in amusement. Suddenly, her eyes took gaze open a object in the far corner. Her face falls into a blank stare. She then smiled knowingly.

“That just might work” Robin mumbled. Suddenly she escaped through the back, walking to the front of the shop. Her hand dug in the tip jar, scooping the money from inside. You, Steve, and Dustin followed.

“Hey, Robin! What, what are you doing?” Steve asked. Robin turned around, slowly walking out of the ice cream parlor. “I need cash” she shrugged.

“Well, half of thats mine. Where you goin?” Steve projected back. “To find us a way into that room, a safe way. And, in the meantime, sling ice cream, behave, and don’t get beat up. I’ll be back in a jiff” She salutes the three of you before bolting away.

You look to Dustin, who has one of the ice cream scooper’s in his mouth, eating ice cream from the top. Steve glances at him before snatching it away. “Oh, Dude!” He twirls the scooper before placing it in one of his apron pockets. “Come on man, not my scooper.”

You and Dustin stayed in the back of Scoops, waiting for Robin to return. Steve did as he was told, slinging ice cream in the front. You peeked at him through the glass of the sliding windows. A line was forming rapidly, and you watched as Steve frantically moved around, trying to get the orders out quickly.

“Should we help him?” You asked Dustin, who was pacing around the room. You were suprised you haven’t yelled at him to stop yet. He was also quiet, which wasn’t like him. “Not right now, (y/n). I’m sure Steve can handle it.”

You look at Steve again. While rushing to get the whip cream, you watch Steve spill an order of a strawberry milkshake. It falls to the floor, and he bends down to start cleaning it. You indistinctively hear him repeatedly apologizing to the customer.

You quickly ran to the other side of the room, grabbing a spare Scoops Ahoy sailer’s hat and an apron. You put the hat on your head, and tie the apron around your waist tightly.

Dustin furrows his eyebrows at you, “Uh, what are you doing?”. You see one of the blue Scoops Ahoy vests and put it on, covering your work maroon shirt. It wasn’t the complete Scoops Ahoy uniform, but it would have to do. “I’m gonna go out there!”

“Oooo, you gonna make your move?” Dustin wiggles his eyebrows to at you. You give him a dumbfounded look, “No, im gonna help with the shit ton of orders that are piling in”. You rush to the door, ready to open it. “Sure you are (y/n)” Dustin teased sarcastically. You give him a dirty look, before pushing the doors open.

Steve, who was still on his knees, cleaning up the splattered pink and red milkshake, turned back to look at you. He smiled instantly, the smile becoming bigger when he say you wearing some of Scoops uniform. “(y/n)? What, what are you doing?”

You smirked, “Helping your ass.” You then stepped over the mess, and towards the counter, where a line of costumers were waiting.

“Ahoy!” You greeted. “ What can I get you guys?” You asked enthusiastically, in the all to familiar Scoops Ahoy Sailor character. Steve grinned up at you from the ground ever so often. To his astonishisment, you in that uniform was doing something for him. When you two had officially met, you would talk to each other every so often, and Steve had started taking a liking to you, but only in a friendly way. But looking at you now, he’s not sure what he felt. All he knew was that you looked really cute in that sailors hat.

When Steve has finally finished cleaning the milkshake, you two moved around quickly, the orders going out quick and easy. And before you too knew it, the customers slowed down and then there was none left.

You leaned against the counter, your upper arm aching from scooping so much ice cream. Steve leaned next to you, whipping his hand with a blue washcloth. You winced, moving your arm in a circular motion. “God, I’ve never scooped so much ice cream in my life. My arm hurts like hell” you chuckled.

Steve chuckled too and it was like music to your ears. “Yea, I was like that the first week too. But, ya know? You get used to it” he shrugged. “However it’s definitely not worth the 3 dollars I get an hour.” You both laughed at his comment.

When the laughing died down, you hid your smile in your hand. Steve stared at you, the corners of his lips turned up slightly. His eyes trailed along your features. Every crease, every eyelash, every freckle. You were beautiful. Your cheeks wore a light shade of pink, and he wanted nothing more then to hold and kiss them. His eyes trailed to your hair. It was styled down, the hair going along your shoulder and back. It looked so soft and god did he want to touch it. Jesus, was he smitten.

You noticed his staring, removing your hand from your face. You narrowed your eyes and pursed your lips at him. “What?” You giggled out.

Steve chuckled awkwardly, he smiled brightly looking away. “Sorry” he played with his hands, a thing you often saw him do when he was nervous. His gaze was upon you again, “You just look so damn cute in the sailors hat.”

Your cheeks raged pink. Now it was your turn to look away. The corners of your mouth turned up and soon your pearly whites shown. Steve’s fingers reached out, grazing your’s that were rested comfortably along the table that you leaned on. He didn’t hold your hand, no, just his fingers lightly drawing patterns along the front and fingers. You wanted to hold his hand, and you could tell he did too.

Your eyes meet his again. He looked to your lips and then back to your eyes. Your breath seemed to get caught in your throat. Did he want to kiss you? No. He liked Robin. They were holding hands. He had to like her. But the way he looked at you. Could he like you?

Thoughts and possibilities flooded your mind. His face got closer, closer, so close.

“Guys! I got it!” A cheery voice broke you two apart. Steve jolted away quickly. and your head whipped around to the voice. It was Robin. She was holding, a map? She stopped though, watching both you and Steve’s flustered pink faces. Her eyebrows furrowed, “You two alright?”

Steve nodded frantically, running a hand along the back of his neck. “Yea, yea, we’re uh...fine” Steve looks to you. You give a convincing nod Robins way. “Yea, Great!” You agree with Steve.

“Okay...anyway” She holds up the map further, showing you two the map she had found. “I got it!” She repeated again. Steve’s eyes narrowed, “And what is that exactly?”

In the back of Scoops, Robin laid out the map on the table. You, Steve, and Dustin hovered over it. “It is fascinating what 20 bucks will get you at the County Recorders Office”. She flattens the map out, giving each of you her best grin, “StarCourt Mall. The complete blueprint’s”

Dustin smiles up at her, “Not bad.” You agree with him. The map seemed to show all of the Mall. You were impressed. “So, this is us, Scoops” Robin points to a small area near the bottom of the map. You all lean in closer to look. You smile as you see the store you worked at a short way from Scoops.

She points further up the map, “And this is where we want to get.” Your eyebrows furrow, your eyes trailing the map frantically. “How?” You ask breathlessly. Steve looks at you before nodding back down at the map. “Yeah. I mean, I don’t really see a way in” he shrugged his hunched shoulders.

“There’s not” Robin points out quickly. By this point, you and Steve are extremely confused. Suddenly Robin rips the map off, under it is another one. “If you’re talking exclusively about doors.”

Dustin gets it, “Air ducts” he says in astonishment. Robin smiles at the kid, “Exactly.” She rushes over to the whiteboard on the other side of the room. “Turns out, this secret room needs air just like any old room.” The three of your eyes watch Robin as she grabs a marker from the whiteboard. “These air ducts” She circles one of the air ducts on the top with the red marker. “Lead all the way” she drags the marker downward. “Here” She goes down to the bottom, circling the air duct of Scoops.

You, Dustin and Steve look to the small vent. Robin closes the marker with a click.

You stand beside the ladder as Steve unscrews the vent, a screwdriver between his teeth. He hands it to you, to which you then place on the floor. “Flashlight” his voice mumbled against the tool. Dustin hands it to him. They trade, the screwdriver for the flashlight. You hold onto one of the legs of the ladder, making sure Steve doesn’t fall. You could already see that incident taking place.

He flashes the light into the dark vent, his eyes straining to see. You, Robin, and Dustin wait patiently down below. “Yeah, I don’t know, man. I don’t know if you could fit in here. It’s like...super tight” he refers to Dustin. “I’ll fit” Dustin convinces back. You mentally shake your head. There was nooo way Dustin would fit.

“Trust me. No collar bones, remember?” You and Robin look to each other eyes wide. “Uh, excuse me?” Robin asked quickly. Steve jumps down from the later. “Oh, he’s, uh yeah he’s got some disease. Chry, Uh...it’s chrydo, um... Something. Yea, I dunno”

You smile at his cute stuttering. “He’s missing bones and stuff. He can bend like Gumbo.” Your eyebrows furrow. Isn’t it Gumby? “You mean Gumby?” You ask through raised eyebrows. Steve looks to you, “I’m pretty sure it’s Gumbo.”

“Steve, just shut up and push me!” Dustin’s voice echoed due to the vent. “Okay” Steve drawls out, rolling his eyes before moving up the ladder. He grabs Dustin by the feet, lifting him off the ladder, before giving him a solid push into the vent. He doesn’t budge. “Not my feet, dumbass. Push my ass” Dustin yells back angrily.

“What?” Steve says. “Touch my butt! I don’t care!” Dustin screams back. You stifle a laugh. And sure enough, Steve moves further up the ladder, and attempt’s to push Dustin in. “Come on! Harder! Push Harder!”

“I’m pushing!” Steve resorts back. “You’re playing with my legs.” “I’m not playing, I have terrible footing.” God, they sound like a old married couple. Robin looks to you, giving you a ‘what the hell is going on’ face. You giggle and shrug innocently.

“I’m gonna just shove you, ready?” Steve says. He starts counting, Dustin’s legs wrapped around the back of his neck for better support. “One, Two...”

He shoved him. Once again, Dustin doesn’t budge. “Shit!” He exclaims. “One more time” he says to Steve.

Suddenly, the sound of the customer bell rings from the front of Scoops. Robin turns, looking to an annoyed Erica Sinclair. She’s ringing the bell rapidly saying, “Ahoy, sailors! All hands on deck! Ahoy!”

Robin smiles mischievously, and you won’t even try to process the thoughts flowing in that girls head.

Robin leaves you and goes to the front. Your mouth is just forming her name when the swinging door swings back in your direction. You look back over to the boys to see Steve still trying to push Dustin inside the vent. You sigh, moving towards the ladder and nudging Steve’s leg. He looks down to you.

“Both of you come down. It’s clearly not gonna work.” With sighs of defeat Steve and Dustin touch the ground. “Where’s Robin?” Steve asks, looking around, not noticing her presence. You shrugg, “Who the hell knows anymore.”

Suddenly she retreats back with, Erica Sinclair? The little girls eyes widen when they see you. “(y/n)?” she questioned, eyebrows raised. “What are you doing hanging around with these nerds?”

You chuckle. You loved this kid. Steve steps in, “Uh, you two know eachother?” His hands move between you and Erica. “I babysat her for like three years” you shrugged. Steve nods.

Erica looks over to Robin. “What vent were you talking about?” She asks. Robin points to the small vent above them. “That one”

The four of you watch as Erica shines the flashlight into the vent. “Hmm” she hums unsurely. She hops down from the latter, facing the four of you who were leaning against the white and blue wall. “Yeah, I don’t know” Erica says.

“You don’t know if you could fit?” Dustin asks. Erica scoffs, “Oh, I can fit. I just don’t know if I want too.” “Are you claustrophobic?” Robin speaks up. Erica snickers, “I don’t have phobias.”

“Okay, well, what’s the problem?” Steve draws out, the annoyance in his voice increasing with every word. “The problem is, I still haven’t heard what’s in this for Erica.” She sasses back. Steve sucks in his teeth and looks to Robin, who raises her brows.

You watch as Steve moves a gigantic banana split before Erica’s eyes. She examines it before pushing it back to Steve. “More fudge, please.” When Steve doesn’t move, Erica flutters her hand in his direction, prompting him to move. “Go on.” You watch as Steve flashes her the fakiest smile you have ever seen and goes to get her more fudge.

“All right” Robin pulls out the map. “You see this?” She points to the line written in red marker. “This is the route you’re gonna take.” Robin then turns the map over, and points to a big area circled with the red line. “Then we just wait till the last delivery goes out tonight. Then you knock down the grate, jump down, open the door.” Robin explains it as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

“Then you find out what’s in those boxes?” Erica scoops a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth from the remaining few on the table. “Exactly” Robin concludes. Erica makes an unsure sound again. “And you say this guard is armed.”

You and Dustin look at eachother. “Yes, but he won’t be there” you try to convince. Dustin seems to nod along to you for moral support. “And booby traps?” She asks further. Robin cuts in, “Booby traps?” She questions. “Lasers, spikes in the wall?” Erica explains.

Robin laughs at her, so does Dustin. “You know what this half-baked plan of yours sounds like to me?” Erica quirks an eyebrow at the three of you. Dustin makes a face at her. “Child endangerment” She draws out.

You frown quickly at the idea that Erica thought you were willingly trying to danger her. You babysat the kid for three freaking years. You lean up again. “We’ll be in radio contact with you the whole time” you try to persuade. “Ah, ah ah,” she points her finger at you. “Child endangerment” She draws out, once again. You huff, rolling your eyes, plopping back against the red booth.

“Erica? Hi. Uh, we think these Russians want to do harm to our country. Great harm. Don’t you love your country?” Dustin takes a new method in persuading. Erica thinks for a minute before smirking. “You can’t spell “America” without “Erica.”

You and Dustin look to eachother before both nodding your heads. “Uh, Yeah, Yeah” Dustin nods his head. “Oddly, that’s, uh, totally true.”

You lean in closer to her, “So, don’t do this for us. Do it for your country” you shrug at her before, leaning back into the booth. Dustin adds on, “Do it for your fellow man.”

Erica slurps harshly on one of the Scoops Ahoy milkshakes. The drink reminds you of what happened between you and Steve just one hour before. He did try to kiss you. You looked to Robin, who was nodding along to whatever else Dustin was saying to Erica. You knew she liked Steve. You could tell she enjoyed his company and he enjoyed her’s. They held hands. You felt guilty. Just seeming to barge into their friend group like this. And maybe whatever Steve and Robin had going on. You bit at your thumbnail.

Night fell, and it was time. “Erica, do you copy?” Robin spoke into the walkie talkie. Erica’s sassy voice resorts back, “Mm-hmm. I copy. You nerds in position or what?”

“Yeah, we’re in position” Robin says back. “It’s all quiet here, so you’ve got the green light” Robin assures. You stand between Steve and Dustin, and roll your eyes at Dustin’s binoculars, thinking of how those things almost had you all killed the other night. “Green light, roger that.” Her voice then continued, “Commence Operation Child Endangerment.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You grab the walkie talkie from Robins grip.

“Can we maybe not call it that?” You speak into the device. Erica ignores you, her voice coming in again, “See you on the other side, nerds.”

You all look to eachother before taking a comfortable position on the ground, waiting for Erica to open the door. Without even noticing, you lean your head on Steve’s shoulder. He tilts his head over, smiling into your hair. Robin doesn’t notice, keeping her gaze mostly on the door. Dustin eyes the both of you, a small grin ghosting his lips. When you realize what your doing, you try to hold back a smile. Steve was warm against you. It was summer, but the night was cool, prompting a chill to seize your skin every so often. Steve noticed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder before resting his palm against your lower arm. His hands trailed up and down, trying to create a warm friction between the two of you. In a few seconds you stopped shaking.

Before any of you could say something, Erica’s voice comes through the walkie talkie that rested in your palm. “All right, nerds.”

You jolt your head off of Steve’s shoulder, Robin, Steve and Dustin crowding around you. “I’m there.” You all smile at eachother. Robin leans over, “Do you see anything?”

“Yeah, I see those boring boxes you’re so excited about.” You chuckle, putting the communication device to your mouth, “Any guards?” You ask. “Negative” Erica answers back. You sigh in relief. Robin cuts in again, “Booby traps?” She smirks.

“If I could see them, they’d be pretty shit traps, wouldn’t they?” Erica pipes back. You and Dustin look at eachother before nodding. Steve rolled his eyes. “Thank you for that.” Robin depressed a chuckle.

You all hear a yell and then a bang before her voice comes through again. “I’m in” she confirms. Steve untenses from next to you, running his hand through his voluminous hair, before muttering out a “oh god” in relief. You all look to the door anxiously.

The doors open and Erica walks out in all her glory. She puts a hand on her hip, “Free ice cream...for life.” She points at Robin and Steve. The four of you walk down the stairs to the road below.

Once inside, the five of you spent no time to see what’s in those boxes. Steve opens one of the Imperial Panda boxes with a box cutter. He opens the box, you and Robin helping with the sides. It’s...a smaller box?

Your eyebrows furrow. It’s a small beige box with a small metal handle on top. Steve grabs the handle before twisting it open. Air hisses from the action. He gently pulls the lid off. The five of you lean over, looking inside. Before your eyes lay four other small steel handles. “That’s definitely not Chinese food.” Steve jokes. Yup, definitely not.

“Uh, maybe you guys should, you know, stand back.” Steve motions for the four of you to stand back. You, Robin, and Erica do so. Dustin doesn’t move. “No” he protest, moving closer. Steve pushes him away by the chest, “Just step back, okay?”

Dustin moves forward again, “No.” “Step back. Seriously.” Steve warns. “No! No! If you die, I die.” Dustin proclaims. You smile softly. It was sweet, but a little weird. Steve shrugs, “Okay.” The next thing you know, his hand is reaching into the box.

Steve slowly twist one of the handles. It makes a clicking noise before that same air hissing noise from before. He pulls it out. It’s a small container with a green liquid inside. You all stare at eachother in shock.

“What the hell?” Steve whispered breathlessly. “What is that?” Robin asked after him. Suddenly the floor rumbled slightly beneath you. You all look around in panic. What the hell was that?

Dustin’s scarred voice comes next, “Was that just me, or did the room move?” You shook your head, swallowing thickly. “Nope. The room definitely just moved.” You answered. “Booby traps” Erica whispers out from next to you.

The room shakes again, a mechanical whirring being heard from off the walls. “You know what? Let’s just grab that and go” Robin steps forward in panic, grabbing the strange green container. Dustin moves over to the bottons on the wall. He presses the blue botton with the words ‘Door Open’ displayed on the front. The door doesn’t open.

“Which one do I press, Erica?” Dustin shouts, his voice yelling the word panic. “Just press the damn button, nerd” Erica sassed. “Which one? I’m pressing the button, okay?”

“Press ‘open door’!” Erica yelled. Dustin huffs, “I’m pressing ‘open door’.” You move forward, ready to put their bickering to rest. “Maybe try pressing the other button” you say sarcastically. You start pressing all the buttons now, but none of them work. Steve makes his way next you, slightly shoving you away. “Maybe try this one” he presses the glowing green button in the middle.

Another door above slams down before you. It’s silent for a moment. All of you waiting for what was next. However, this one you didn’t expect. The room rattled before then rapidly plunging to the floor.Erica and Robin scream, grabbing onto shelf’s and boxes. You grab onto Steve. He looks to the wall, before letting out an “Oh shit.” You look to the wall too, to see a whole bunch of lights flashing before your eyes. Like floors. Then it hit you.

It wasn’t a room. It was a goddamn elevator.

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Can’t Deny My Love

Summary: Y/n is in denial about her love for Steve, Steve is in denial about his chances with Y/n. Robin encourages Steve to embrace his, fear encourages Y/n to embrace hers. Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader, a bit of Robin x Reader Warnings: STRANGER THINGS SEASON 3 SPOILERS and Profanity. A/n: Requests for Stranger Things season 3 are open!

“Go! Shit shit shit shit!” Your sneakers skid against the linoleum as you come face to face with a room full of uniformed Russian scientists — your best guess. There’s the gate past the glass they all look past, all eyes on you and your comrades as Dustin’s the first to fumble with where the hell to go.

Steve runs against you when you hesitate, before pushing you before him. You run after Erica, hurrying down the steps and kicking yourself up to skip a few like you used to when you were a kid. When you see Steve stumble you reach and grab his hand, yanking him down some steps and just out of the grasp of one of the soldiers behind him.

“This way!” Steve yells when you’re stuck on the bridge by the machine. It’s almost deafening but you can still hear the panic in everyone’s voices. When you run ahead of him, just a step or two, he grabs your shoulders and pushes you behind him before he throws forward a tower of waste containers into the guards that were so close to coming for you.

He looks back, yelling “Come on! Come on!” And grabs your hand in one of his, the other urging everybody to pass by him.

You run into the nearest room, and you almost keep going for it until Steve’s shoes  squeak and the door pounds shut. You run and hold it with him, ear against the door, eyes on him and occasionally flickering to the others as they one by one begin to realize the situation you and Steve are in.

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Escape You | Part Three

Chapter Three:

The Case of the Missing Lifegaurd.

Steve Harrington x reader

summary: after cracking the Russian code, You, Dustin, Steve and Robin finally discover the Evil Russians.

warnings: cursing

notes: this chapter is short oops

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You sat in the back of Scoops Ahoy, translating the rest of the Russian that was being displayed from the recording. You had gotten another sentence in. “A trip to China sounds nice if you tread lightly.”

You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. Again, it made no damn sense. You were also thinking of what Steve and Dustin were up too. They had left an hour before, stating that they were going to try and find some Evil Russians. You had wanted to come along, so they wouldn’t do anything stupid, but you knew you had to stay to finish the translation. Robin was nice enough to stay behind and keep you company.

You got up, tapping upon the glass sliding window that separated the back from the official ice cream parlor. Robin appeared. “I got another sentence” you smiled.

You handed her the little notepad you had been writing on. “The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. A trip to China sounds nice if you tread lightly.” She reads aloud. Her eyebrows furrow at the last sentence.

Before you both could say anything, an echo from the door in the back causes you and Robin to look behind you. She scoffs in annoyance. “What’s that?” You ask.

“Delivery” She explains bluntly. You move out of the way so she can swing through the glass windows. She hurried over to the door, you following.

“Delivery for you” the man on the other side explains, handing Robin a brown box. “Thank you” She hands the box to you, to which you place on the table.

The man wore a black shirt and pants with sliver bottoms going along the front. He also wore a matching hat with the word, ‘Lynx’ written in red. He takes out a pen from his shirt pocket, and takes out a clipboard with paper on it. Robin signs it.

You also notice, above the pocket on his shirt displayed the words, ‘Lynx Transportation”

Lynx. The image of a lynx popped into your head. Lynx had silver fur. Your eyes widened. Silver cat.

“Have a nice day” He stated to Robin. Her eyes stay fixated on his hat. She knows as well. “Yeah, you too” The man turns and leaves, pushing a red cart with multiple boxes in it. You and Robin exchange a knowing look, before following him out in the hallway.

On the back of his shirt, said the words “Lynx Transportation” again, with a design of a Lynx above it. The drawing displayed in a silver color.

You and Robin look to each other in astonishment. “Silver Cat” you both whisper out in unison.

Before you can say anything else, a lightbulb seems to click in Robins head. She dips to the front. You followed behind her. What the hell was she doing?

Dustin and Steve enter the ice cream parlor, a defeated look on both their faces. “You’re not gonna believe who Dustin thought was a Russian” Steve began to say to the both of you. Robin ignored him, sliding past both of them, and outside the shop.

Robin finds a bench outside and stands on it frantically looking around. Steve looks to you, trying to ask what she was doing. You shook your head and shrugged. You had no idea. The three of you quickly followed her.

“A trip to China sounds nice” Robin looks to a Chinese food place a few feet away. “If you tread lightly” She then looks to a shoes store a floor above them. “When blue and yellow meet in the west” She looks around before stoping at the large mall clock. The smaller hand was blue and the larger one was yellow, they both were pointed in the west.

You had caught on at this point. You chuckled in surprise. Robin cracked the damn code.

“What is she doing?” Steve asked aloud. “She cracked it” you shook your head in amazement. Steve looked to you in confusion, “Cracked what?”

Suddenly Robin jumps down infront of the three of you, “I cracked the code.”

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You, Dustin, Steve and Robin sat in the pouring rain spying upon Evil Russians. This was what your life had come to now. You sat next to Dustin, and he handed you his binoculars. You greatfully excepted them, putting them up to your eyes. All you saw was two men, dressed in all black, standing infront of a building. There hands were behind their backs, holding something.

A truck drove in before them. “Look for Imperial Panda and Kaufman Shoes” Robin reminded all of you. You nodded.

You handed the binoculars back Dustin. He put them up to his face. You moved your soaking wet hair away from your eyes. Of course the only time you brought a jacket without a hood was today. You looked over at Steve, it looks like he had the same idea, his usually voluminous brown locks were drenched and was stuck to his forehead and temple. He somehow still managed to look attractive.

He noticed your staring and looked to you. You quickly turned your head away, a blush coated your cheeks. Once again, you were eye - gawking.

But what you didn’t see was Steve smirking gaze still upon you. He moved some hair out of his eyes.

A whistling guy wearing yellow emerged from a door, pushing a cart with two box’s. The brands Imperial Panda and Kaufman shoes displayed along the front of them.

“There with that whistling guy, ten o’clock” Dustin said quickly. You snapped your head towards that direction. “What do you think’s in there?” Steve asked through squinted eyes.

“Guns, Bomb’s maybe?” You answered back over the loud rain. “Chemical weapons?” Dustin and Robin added on in unison. “Whatever it is, they’re armed to the teeth” Dustin replied.

You look back to the men dressed in black. They were armed now, a large black gun pointed directly towards the ground. You shivered, but you didn’t know if it was from the rain or the fear of being shot. Possibly both.

The sound of thunder whipped through the area. You jolted. “Great. That’s great” Steve spoke sarcastically, wiping water from his eyes. You looked again. One of the men opened the two gray doors with a keycard. The guy in the yellow started walking into what looked like a room.

“Hey, What’s in there?” Robin asked Dustin. Dustin shrugged, “It’s just more boxes.” Steve reaches over, grabbing Dustin’s binoculars, “Let me check it out”

Dustin retreated them back, shaking his head at him. “No, I’m still looking.” Steve scoffed, tugging on them again, “Lemme see it!”

With one final tug, Dustin retrieved his binoculars back, but it hit the metal pole beneath them. A thud ran through the area. The men looked around, raising their guns. “Duck!” Dustin said. The four of you ducked behind the concert wall. “Shit” you mumbled, biting your thumb nail anxiously.

The four of you panted wildly. You look over to see Robin and Steve holding hands. Your heart drops. You look away sorrowly. Even though you would never admit it aloud, you wished that was you and him.

Dustin looked to your distressed face, and then back to Steve and Robin’s enclosed hands. His face fell into a blank stare. Did you like Steve?

You, Dustin, Steve and Robin escaped the roof before the Russians can see you. The four of you rushed down a gray hallway, looking behind you ever so often. You can’t believe that had happened to you. This is the most thrill you’ve ever experienced in your life.

“Well I think we found your Russians” Robin stated, looking to each of you. Yep, you definitely did.

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Escape You | Part Two

Chapter Two:

The Mall Rats

Steve Harrington x reader

summary: Steve asks you a simple favor, and it’s nothing like you’ve ever imagined.

warnings: cursing, mention of sex

notes: finally we get some Steve in this chapter. Let’s get this series rollin! And thanks so much for the nice feedback 💖

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“So, it was a rat?” Sarah’s eyebrows were practically raised to her hairline. “Yes, Yes! And then it just exploded, into like, like a red mush” you paused, shivering, “it was disgusting”

Your face then brightens up again, remembering something else, “Also, another thing!” You raised a finger in the air. Sarah nodded her head, urging you on. This was just sheer comedy to her now. “When I woke up...it was gone” your voice was low.

Sarah pauses for a long time. “Were you daydreaming again?” Your eyebrows furrowed, “What no,” Sarah cut you off, “It’s either that or you’re on drugs” You shook your head rapidly. “I think you’re on drugs” Sarah said, convinced.

You rolled your eyes. “No, No. I saw it with my own eyes” you tapped your temple wildly with your pointer finger. It was then you realized that your hand was grabbed on Sarah’s shoulder roughly. Her eyes were wide, and she seemed to look at you in fright. You jolted your hand away. Were you going crazy?

“Okay. . .” Sarah drawed out awkwardly. You rub a hand across your face and sigh.

Two girl teenagers enter the store. Sarah basically sighs in relief. Anything to get her out of this situation. “I’m gonna actually go do my job. Be ready at the counter” She then walked off. You scoffed, walking to the counter. You looked over at Scoops Ahoy.

You saw Robin, another one of the workers at the ice cream parlor, attending Erica Sinclair at the counter. You only knew Erica because you used to babysit her when you were still in high school. Ya know, a little more cash went a long way. You always thought she was hilarious, she had a lot of personality for her age.

However, in Robins cause, you didn’t really know her deal. After weeks of observing, she was pretty normal. Every once and awhile you saw her take out this whiteboard with two sides titled, You Rule and You Suck. The one side, You Suck, had seven tally’s on it. You always wondered what that board was for.

Something struck your eye again. Steve Harrington, came from the back of Scoops. He seemed in a rush, he took off his hat, rubbed his hands through his hair, and then put the hat back on. He exited the ice cream parlor, heading straight to your store . . . to you.

Your eyes widened, your heart hammered against your chest. No, it can’t be. Maybe he would turn, go another way, into another store. But he didn’t. Your mind raced with possibilities. What could he want? What would he say? What would you say?

Could he want to buy something? You mentally shook her head. No, idiot, this was a Woman’s clothing store.

Before you had time to think of something else, there he was, standing before you. His hand slammed hard against the counter. You jolted slightly.

“Hi” he breathed out. Your eyebrows furrowed. That was it? You expected something more dramatic. But it was nothing, just a simple greeting. Was he trying to start conversation with you? “Hi?” You answered back. You didn’t mean for it to come out as a question, but it did. What the hell did he want?

“Do, do you remember me?” He pointed to himself, still panting wildly. You were confused, why was he panting so loud? Scoops Ahoy was literally like a few feet away. When you didn’t answer, Steve spoke up again. “I’m Steve. We went to the same high school together. We had the same Chemistry class.”

Of course you remembered him. The weird thing was, that he remembered you. You were a nobody in high school. You hung out with a small crowd, until most of your friends decided to ditch you, and your closest and best friend moved to New York. After that you had no one, and you basically hung out with no one. Maybe that was why you were so observant. It seemed that everyone else’s lives were somehow more interesting then yours.

“Yea...” you answered with a nod. You still didn’t understand. Why was he here, asking you these random questions about high school. You hated talking about high school, let alone talk about it with Steve fucking Harrington.

“Great! Great!” He laughed, breathlessly. It was a cute sound, and you held back the urge to smile. “Uhh,” He trails off. His face is twisted in concentration. His elbows rested on the table, and he smacked his palms against his forehead a few times. “You’re name, You’re name. Goddamn it, what’s your name?” He mumbled under his breath.

Considering you two were inches apart you heard him. “(Y/N)” you spoke your name aloud. Steve jolts up, slamming his hand on the counter again. He points to you, “(Y/N)! Yes! Yes!”

Your eyes widen. Was he always so energetic? In high school he just seemed like your chill, hot popular kid. He didn’t get the nickname King Steve for nothing. You held back the urge to smile again. God he was adorable.

He then relaxes, leaning his elbows on the counter comfortably. “(Y/N)” he repeats your name again. It sounded nice coming from his mouth. He scoffs, “Yea I knew that”

You snickered, smiking brightly. You couldn’t help it. Steve, noticing your smile, smiles back. “Do you still speak Russian?” The question came out so nonchalantly, that you thought about asking him to repeat himself.

Yes, you spoke Russian, but not fluently. It was a hard language to learn, considering they had a whole different alphabet. But one of your close friends (who had moved to New York) spoke fluent Russian. Her parents were immigrants, and often spoke the language in their home. She has tried to teach you but you only had the patience to learn the alphabet. After that you stopped, it was stressful. But you could understand some of it.

“Yea. How, how did you know I could speak Russian?” You were generally curious. No one really knew expect your friend and maybe your Mom. And no one else really cared to ask.

“One day in Chem, there was a new exchange student. He was a new immigrant, and only knew Russian. You willingly sat next to him, and translated everything for him.”

You smiled at him. You had remembered that day. To be honest, you felt bad for the new kid. He didn’t have friends or know anybody, and on top of that couldn’t speak English! You had to do something. For the rest of the class you just translated things for him and made sure he understood the lesson. You didn’t know Steve was paying attention.

“It was really inspirational actually” he smiled. You blushed madly, taking a strand of hair and pushing it behind your hair bashfully. You were never complimented, let alone by anyone like Steve.

“What do you want, Harrington?” You said through smiled teeth. “Just a simple favor. I need you to help translate Russian for me and my friend”

“Translate?” You asked. Steve nodded, “Yea, ya know? Like a recording in Russian will play and all you need to do is tell us what it says” Steve then shrugged. You tilted your head to the side. The task was simple. Beyond simple. “Can you do that?” Steve asked.

You nodded frantically, “Yea. I, I can”

Steve jumped again, eyes wide, like he was suprised you had said yes. “Great! That’s great” He motions you to move, “C’mon, let’s go!”

Your eyes widen, “Like right now?” Steve nods frantically, the motion for you to move dramatically increasing. “Ok” you quickly moved from around the counter, following after him.

He grabs you by the arm, giving you little pep in your step. Your eyes widen. Usually with things like this you would pull your arm away, but, it felt nice.

Whilst leaving the store, Sarah turns, looking to you in utter confusion. It did look weird, Steve Harrington was literally dragging you out of the store. God, she probably thought you two were off to have sex or something.

She smirks, and gives you two thumbs up. You roll your eyes before flashing her the finger.

Once in Scoops, Steve rushed to the back, his shoulder pushing open the swinging door. When you enter, Robin stood, along with a young teenage boy at a table. On the table, was a recorder and a forgien translater novel. The recording played, a man speaking Russian.

“Steve! What the hell!” The boy shouted, frantically turning off the recording. Steve finally let go of your arm before puffing out an aggravated sigh. “What?” He asks simply.

“She’s a stranger! Why would you bring a stranger in here? Don’t you wanna be American heroes?!” The kid spoke quickly, a slight lisp escaping through every sentence.

“She’s not a stranger, okay? She’s here to help” Steve then turns to you, “This is Dustin” he points to the young teenager, who let out a mumbled, “hello”.

“And this is my coworker, Robin” he points to Robin, who is leaning against the wall, arms crossed. She smiles at you, giving a wave. “This is (y/n)” he points back to you. You wave at them.

Dustin is quick to speak up, leaning closer to you from his seat, like he’s judging you. “So how is she gonna help us?”

“I can understand Russian” you said. Dustin suddenly perks up. “Holy shit, really?” he asks.

Steve nods, “Told you she can help” he snickers out. “Well what are you waiting for? Play the tape, dingus” Robin said to Dustin. She then leans over and attempts to play it, but Dustin stops her hand.

“Wait!” He looks back to you, “If she’s gonna help us, she needs to know what she’s getting herself into”

Your eyebrows furrow. You didn’t want to cause trouble, all you thought you were doing was translating some words. You look to Steve.

He sighs, “Ok, fine. Tell her”

Dustin begins to tell his story, “So last night, I was trying to contact my girlfriend Suzie through a radio I made. However, when I was trying to contact her, I interrupted a secret Russian communication”

“Now,” He points to you, “That’s when you come into play. All you need to do is translate this for us”

Steve steps forward, looking to you, “You in?”

You look to each of them, Steve, Robin, then Dustin. You thought about it for a minute. What was the harm in helping them? Maybe after, you’d all become True Americans Heroes, and you would be noticed by people other then your best friend and your mom.

You smirked, turning to look at Steve, “I’m in”

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You sat at the table, replaying the Russian tape over and over again. It wasn’t that it was difficult, it was because it didn’t make any damn sense.

You frantically looked to the alphabet words written on the white board on the wall. The sentence translated, “The week is long”

Dustin burst through the door, “You got anything yet?” You sighed. You had forced everyone out the room, you didn’t work well under pressure. “Yea actually. We got our first sentence.”

Steve and Robin quickly poked there heads in through the sliding glass doors to your side. “Really?” Steve asked. Robin was ecstatic, smiling brightly, “What is it!?” She asked excitedly.

“The week is long” You stated back in a Russian accent. Steve and Dustin’s faces fell in disappointment. “Well, that’s very exciting” Dustin stated sarcasticly, running an unamused hand over his face.

“Relax dingus’s. It’s only the first sentence. Maybe by the end of the day, whatever (y/n) translates out will make sense” Robin covered for you. You smiled to her, greatfully. No one has ever stuck up for you like that.

“We’ll leave you alone so you can get back to work” Steve said. Your face scrunched up and you nodded. The three of them left quickly.

A few hours later, Steve, Robin, and Dustin looked infront of the white board, reading out what you had translated. “The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west” They all spoke in unison.

“I mean, it just can’t be right” Steve stated as he closed up Scoops Ahoy. “It’s right” you said with a shrug from behind him.

The four of you started walking down the closed mall. It was strange seeing the mall empty. Good thing it was always Sarah who had to close up, you hated being alone at this hour.

“Honestly I think it’s great news” Dustin said. You looked at him suprised, this was the first time he looked on the bright side of things all day. “How is this great news!” Steve jogged up to the three of you, he scoffed, “I mean, so much for being American hero’s. It’s total nonsense.”

Steve was right. The sentence didn’t make any sense. And if it was a code, how would they be able to figure it out?

“It’s not nonsense” Dustin objected. “It’s too specific. It’s obviously a code” You nodded, what else would it be?

“What do you mean a code?” Steve asked from next to you. “Like a secret spy code” You shrugged, “There evil Russian’s right? You don’t know what there planning”

Steve scoffed again, “That’s a total stretch” Robin spoke up, “I don’t know, is it?” Steve looked to her in disbelief. “You’re buying into this?” He pointed at her with raised eyebrows. “Listen, just for kicks, let’s entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission. What’d you think they were gonna say, “Fire the warhead at noon?”

You snickered at her comment. “Exactly” Dustin agreed. Robin continued, “And (y/n)’s translation is correct” You nodded along with her, “I know that for sure” you stated confidentially.Steve smiled at you.

“The silver cat feeds. Why would anyone talk like that unless they’re trying to mask the meaning of their message” Robin said with a convincing shrug. “Exactly” Dustin said again. “Why would anyone mask the true meaning of their message unless the message was somehow sensitive!” Robin made another point. You glanced at her and smiled, she was insanely smart.

“Exactly” Dustin said for the third time, looking directly at Steve this time. Steve rolled his eyes, mimicking Dustin by pursing his lips and mouthing the word ‘exactly.’ You giggled. “So I guess that confirms your suspicion” Robin glances to you and Dustin.

“Evil Russians” You and Dustin say together in a ‘duh’ tone. Robin chuckles, “I can’t believe I’m about to agree with them, but, yeah, totally evil Russians.”

“So how do we crack it?” Dustin looks to you this time, a hopeful glimmer overcoming his freatures. You shrug, “I’ll translate the rest tomorrow and hopefully a better pattern emerges” you state simply.

“A pattern. Right, like maybe “silver cat” is a meeting place?” Dustin offers. Robin cuts in, “Or a person?” Dustin points to her, “Or a weapon”. You shake your head and sigh, “It could be anything”

“It’s probably gonna take a super genius to crack it, but...” Robin trails off looking behind her. You and Dustin do the same. You’re eyebrows furrow. “Where’s Steve?” You ask.

Steve stood by the Indiana Flyer horse ride, frantically digging out coins from his pocket. Some fall to the floor, making a clattering noise. “Steve? What are you doing?” Robin calls out. He finally looks over to the three of you, counting the coins in his palm. “Uh, it’s a quarter. I need...Do you have a quarter?”

The three of you walk over to him. You fish in your back pocket, before retrieving a quarter. You give it to Steve and your fingers touch. “Thank you” he mumbles. “Sure you’re tall enough for that ride?” Robin jokes, nudging your side. You chuckle slightly.

Steve kneels down to the floor, quickly putting the coins inside the rides slot collecter. You, Robin and Dustin watch anxiously. What the hell was he doing?

The all to famous Daisy Bell jingle begins to play from the ride and the small horse starts to rock forward then backward. “You need help getting up, little Stevie?” Robin then joked again. “Shhh” He scowls back at her, clearing knowing something the three of you didn’t.

You and Dustin look at each other and begin to chuckle. Steve shushes you again, “Would you three just shut up and listen?”

So you did. The Daisy Bell jingle continued. You didn’t understand, why was he making you listen to this? What was the point. Suddenly you come to the realization that the Daisy Bell jingle was heard from the recording you’ve been trying to translate for the past few hours. “Holy shit” you said in shock.

Dustin must of recognized too, because he wore the same shocked expression on his face. He looked at you then back to the rocking horse. “The music.” He pointed at the horse before whipping around his backpack and opening one of the pockets. “The music!”

He retrieved the recorder and pressed play. The man spoke Russian for a second before the same Daisy Bell jingle emerged from the tape. The same jingle that was playing infront of them. You and Steve exchanged a look. What could this mean?

“I don’t understand?” Robin said with a shake of her head. “It’s the exact same song from the recording” you stated breathlessly looking from the recorder to the rocking horse. “Maybe they have horses like this in Russia” Robin persuaded. You shook your head.

“Indiana Flyer? I don’t...” Steve trailed off, shaking his head. “I don’t think so. This code, it... didn’t come from Russia”. You saw his expression change, like he realized something horrific. He turned to the three of you, “It came from here”

The four of you exchanged scared looks before looking back to the white rocking horse, the Daisy Bell jingle playing in the background.

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Escape You | Part One

Chapter One:

Suzie, Do You Copy?

summary: it’s a normal day at StarCourt Mall until you discover one of Hawkins dark secrets.

warnings: cursing

notes: omfg I had to rewrite this :( anyway this chapter isn’t even that good, but welcome to this series! also if you want to be taken off the tag list just tell me cause I’m just gonna keep tagging all of you for each part lol.

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1985

Ah, the StarCourt Mall. The newest establishment of Hawkins Indiana. You had started working there earlier that summer. You only started working there to earn enough money to visit your best friend in New York. So far, the pay was decent. You worked in a woman’s clothing store across from the famous ice cream parlor, Scoops Ahoy.

That’s the only thing you hated about working at the mall. It was the fact that you had to see Steve Harrington’s face everyday. It wasn’t like you wanted to either. Every time, you looked up there he was, wearing that stupid sailors uniform with that stupid hat.

You honestly didn’t even hate Steve for any particular reason. Well, he was an asshole, and that’s why most people hated him. You just hated the idea of him. You hated the idea of running your hands through his perfect hair. Or kissing his flushed soft lips. Or walking around with him, your hands closed together, as he tried to smitten you with his pickup lines. God, you hated him.

“(y/n)!” The shouts of your name brought you out of your Steve loathed daydream. It was the all to familiar shouts of your coworker, Sarah. Sarah was younger than you by a year. She was a senior in high school. She only worked here because of her mother, who was the owner of the store. She hated her job, and you hated that you had to work with her. You hated Sarah too. But in her cause, there were a million things to hate her for. She was just simply a bitch.

Your eyes widened when they came familiar to the darkened room. “We’re closing already?” You asked. Sarah scoffed at you, “No, the power went out.” You can hear the annoyance lacing from her voice. “God (y/n), I was calling your name for the past five minutes. Are you deaf or something!” You rolled your eyes. “This daydreaming crap is getting out of hand. What if there was a costumer waiting and you blew the sale!” You could hear her favorite black boots pacing along the white tiled floor.

Suddenly, there was a slight bang, then a groan, Sarah’s angerd voice coming next, “God dammit! When is the power gonna come back on!?”

You leaned against the counter, your elbows laying against the surface. You rubbed your temples stressfully. God you hated working with her. “Can you relax? I’m sure the power will come back on soon”

As if right on cue, the once dark room gleamed with light. You looked over to Sarah to tell her ‘I told you so’ but you stifled a laugh at the image you saw infront of you. Sarah was on the tiled floor. Two of the white mannequins were sprawled along the floor, one of them actually on top of Sarah. Your mouth covered your amused smile. “Shut up” Sarah groaned to you, attempting to get off of the floor, which just made you laugh harder.

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You watched as Steve Harrington flirted with some girls at the counter. You tried to hold back a scoff. You heard the back doors of the shop open and watched as Sarah strutted out, your store uniform on. It was a maroon T-shirt with the stores name with dark pants. This meant your shift was over.

You gave a breath of relief, beginning to quickly pack your things to go on your lunch break. You had to at least get your mind off of Steve for an hour. Sarah took your spot at the counter. “Geez, why are you in such a hurry? I thought you liked the counter job. You get a great view of Harrington.”

What she said made you almost drop your bag. You turned to her muttering out an, “W, What?” Were you that obvious? Was the staring becoming to much? Sarah scoffed, “Oh come on, I see you staring at Harrington all the time” a clever smirk coverd her featured. “I can go talk to him for you, if you want?”

You shook your head rapidly, “No, no no. I don’t like him.” Sarah stared at you with her head to the side, like she was debating weather or not she should believe you. She shrugs, “Whatever you say (y/n).” She looks forward, towards the ice cream parlor again. “But I will say, I don’t blame you for looking.”

You look to the ice cream shop. Steve Harrington stood at the counter, but this time with the white sailors hat off. His beautiful brown locks out for the world to see. The voluminous hair seemed to curl and bounce against his forehead. Your lips were caught between your teeth and you could feel your face heating up. God did you want to run your hands through that hair.

Sarah stared at you at the counter. She watched as your eyes lit up when you saw him and she watched as you bit your lip and your face reddened. She cleared your throat, which earned your attention. She smirked widely, “You were saying?”

You quickly bolted out of the shop, wanting to die from embarrassment.

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On your car ride home, you sulked in the drivers seat, feeling tired from today. Thank god when you returned back to the store, Sarah’s shift was over. God, you felt so stupid. She caught you gawking over him. Literally, gawking! You wanted to bang your head onto the steering wheel for being so stupid.

You pulled up to a stoplight. You huffed, leaning back in your seat, waiting for the light to flash green. All you wanted to do was go home and sleep. A car pulls up next to you, blasting some loud rock music. You look over but immediately look away. It’s Steve fucking Harrington. His hands slam against the steering wheel, beating along with the music. His head bops along to the beat, a curl skimming his forehead every so often. A smile rested on his face as he sang along to the song. He looked good, really good.

You occasionally looked his way, but stopped when you realized what you were doing. Maybe Sarah was right. The staring was getting a little out of hand. You sighed, and decided to just try and stare out your side of the window until the damn light turned green.

Couldn’t he just go away! You weren’t even at work and here he was. You couldn’t escape him.

The light flashed green and you watched as Steve drove away down the street. You heard a honk from behind you and quickly stepped on the gas, muttering out multiple “sorry’s.”

Before you knew it you were home. You shut off your car and walked into your house, you threw your keys on the kitchen counter. You stopped when you saw a note written on the kitchen table. You leaned over, reading the letter.

Hey hon! Sorry I couldn’t be home to say goodbye to you in person, but my flight was at 2. Anyway, there is a bunch of leftover’s in the fridge, and I left you twenty dollars on the fridge to order pizza one night. Remember to take out the trash. I love you! See you in a week. - Mom.

You sighed. You forgot your mom was going on a business trip for a week. You had the whole house to yourself. To bad you didn’t have friends, otherwise you would’ve thrown a party or something. You did as you were told, walking over to the trash can.

You took the black bag out with a huff before walking to the back door. Your street was mostly dark, the only light coming from one of your neighbors porches. Ms. Driscoll’s house. You loved the woman. She made the best cookies and fresh squeezed lemonade.

With a huff, you managed to put the garbage into the pail without a problem. After wiping your hands together, you started to make your way back inside.

However, you stopped when you heard a screeching noise. It was faint but can still be heard. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, before you followed the noise. You prayed that if wasn’t a broken tire or a broken pipe. You followed the noise which led you to the back of your house. The sight that you saw made you frown.

A rat laid on the green grass. It was a small gray one. It’s body flailed rapidly, the screeching became more painful with every thrash. You moved closer, before kneeling before it. “What’s wrong little guy?” You mumbled out softly.

Suddenly, it gave one final loud scream before exploding before you. It’s guts, red and pink, scattered out along the grass.

Your eyes widened and your mouth fell agape. You let out a scream before bolting to your house, opening the back door, and slamming it closed. You leaned against it, a hand to your chest, trying to catch your breath. What the hell was that?!

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[writteriguess]

Ya’ll it’s official. I’m posting Part One of Escape You tomorrow. Stay tuned!!

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i can’t believe that this is an actual scene from stranger things 4 

[keybladesoras]

SCOOPS TROOP!

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[angieartness]

STOKED

[writteriguess]

HA! Imagine!! 😂

[writteriguess]

Summary: You always hated Steve Harrington, but one day when he asks you a simple favor, your world is turned upside down and you learn the deep secrets Hawkins provides.

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Heyy! This is a little sneak peak for my Steve Harrington fanfic I was talking about. The fanfic is called, “Escape You”.

Everything that occurs through the series is based on Season 3 of Stranger Thing. So, there will definitely be spoiler’s!

I have finished writing the first chapter, and am ongoingly writing the second chapter. Each chapter, is based off each episode of Season Three. So there will possibly be eight parts, maybe even with an epilogue!

Once I have at least written 3 chapters then I will start to post the chapters!

Also I am very self aware that everything that happens with the monsters is taken place in 1985 and not 1984.

I’m so excited for this series, and I hope you guys are too! If you want to be apart of the tag list, comment and ask!

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[writteriguess]

Haiiiii can I be tagged in everything you write? It’s so good!

Ofc!! Thanks so much btw❤️

[writteriguess]

If I made a Steve Harrington series based off of Season 3 would y’all read it? If you wanna be tagged, just comment and I’ll tag you!

[keybladesoras]

HE DESERVED SO MUCH!!

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FOREVER AND ALWAYS (Bellamy Blake x Reader AU)

Request: Hi, love your writing so much, its a guilty pleasure! I was wondering if you could write something in which the reader is part of the Avengers(like she’s got some kind of power) and she’s already on Earth when the 100 arrive, and Bellamy starts liking her? Idk im a huge fan of Marvel and the 100 and would love to read something like this :)

A/N: I had a good idea for this but took some creative license with the plot but i hope you like it

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Eyeing the battle ground, you notice Loki watching you with piercing, angry eyes as the rest of the Avengers fight the Chitauri. You feel hate boiling up inside your chest as you see your city in ruins.

And it’s all because of him. You make your way towards him, brandishing your sword before you begin running towards him. Loki gives you a smile, running as well. 

As you meet in the middle, it’s like a bomb going off. Immediately, the two of you are swinging and dodging each others weapons, both trying to get the upper hand.

Keep reading

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This was just to amazing to not repost 😍