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dollythesheepp · 1 year

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Veronica, Chapter 4.

You can read it on ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44050953/chapters/112647532

JD was right, Veronica's office was chaotic.

As a writer, Betty couldn't judge, her own office back in her apartment always looked like the aftermath of a tornado -and thinking about having to organize everything before her eviction was enough to give her a pounding headache.

Unlike Betty's office, however - if she could call a room where she put her wobbly table, the cheapest computer she could find, and a washing machine, since there was nowhere else in the apartment to put it in, an office- Veronica's was big, and it looked expensive and professional, even in its current state. On one side, a built-in bookshelf -one of the many Betty had seen during the rest of the house tour.- occupied the entire wall, every inch of it filled with a rainbow of books, with varying sizes and genres; there was a small blue couch, leaning against one of the walls painted light grey; on top of the big oak desk, placed in front of a huge window, there was a computer, a pencil holder filled to the brim, and a heap of notebooks, tumbling slightly to the right thanks to their weight.

The first thing she noticed, of course, was the mess. The piles upon piles of papers, scattered on the sofa and the table, on the many boxes in the corner, some crumpled up on the floor and overflowing the trashcan with ideas that would never see the light of day, post-it notes glued on every free space of the walls, containing details of Veronica's books like character traits, birthdays, lines, as well as personal things from her everyday life - pick up the dry cleaning, don't forget Mac's birthday dinner, tell JD to buy cat food. They shouldn't be, but Betty couldn't help but find the notes a little somber. Did Hazel get to go to her dentist appointment before she died? Did Veronica have that meeting with Mr. Gowan or did JD have to call him and explain that his wife wouldn't be present because of her accident? How many of their plans had to be canceled because God rolled the tragedy dice twice on their family?

The other thing that caught Betty's attention, in a positive way this time, was the view, with a huge glass window overlooking the backyard in all its glory, she could see the wooden patio, the walnut trees, and the sycamores far ahead, and the lake, with the sun starting to hide under it. It was beautiful, almost like a painting. Betty couldn't help but imagine how she would have loved to work in a space like this.

"Are you terrified?" J.D. said from behind her, referring to the state of the office.

"Just a little," Betty chuckled, her eyes moving around, still unable to process everything. "I think I can handle it, but you're right it's probably going to take more than a couple of days."

"Told you," he said with a smirk. "You underestimated how messy Veronica can be." He pursed his lips after saying the last sentence, as if he was suppressing his urge to correct himself by saying could be, past tense.

"I can't judge," Betty replied, fixing up her ponytail. "But is it going to be a problem? Me staying longer, I mean. I-I don't want to intrude or-"

"Don't worry about that," he dismissed her. "Ronnie and Martha have their daily routine all setup and I'm usually working. You won't be a problem at all."

"Oh, ok then," she said. Betty would keep her goal of being as brief as possible, but the idea of prolonging her stay for a couple of days didn't sound that terrible anymore. She followed her eyes to where JD was staring: a photograph of Veronica and him, she was smiling at the camera and he was staring at her with a smile on his face like she was the only person who mattered.

"She's very beautiful," Betty said, and she didn't do it only to be polite, she truly meant it; Veronica was a very pretty woman, with a beautiful smile and warm brown eyes that looked so full of life in every picture.

"Yeah, she is," JD said, not taking his eyes off the photo.

"Is there any chance that she'll ever get better?" Betty said, surprising even herself for being so blunt. "I-I didn't mean to sound so intrusive, sorry.."

"You can ask questions, Betty, it's ok," he reassured her. "But it's unlikely, the accident caused too much brain damage. She was in a coma for a month, and when she woke up we found out that had lost all of her motor functions, we're not sure how much she can process in her state," he continued, his hands mindlessly fiddling with an eraser he found on the table. "She spend months in physical therapy and there was no result. The doctors said that her chances of recovering grow smaller as time passes."

"Oh," Betty eloquently said, to which JD responded with a meek shrug.

"As I said, we're dealing with it," he said, his expression neutral. "Did you eat anything before you came here? You're probably starving..."

"It's ok, I ate a questionable gas station sandwich that didn't sit very well, I don't think I'll get hungry anytime soon," she said.

"Alright, well if you do get hungry, help yourself to anything in the kitchen, there's plenty of food there. Or, there are some numbers taped on the fridge door, from the restaurants we like, if you feel like ordering something," he said, making a motion to leave the room. Betty wasn't sure if she should follow him or not.

"Ok, thank you, Mr. Dean..hm, JD," she said, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

"I'm gonna turn in, I have some stuff to do tomorrow."

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna stick around for a bit if you don't mind," Betty said.

"Alright. Goodnight, Ms.Finn."

"Night," she said, making way for JD to move. He closed the door behind him, leaving a trail of his perfume behind —aftershave and a light hint of cigarette smoke— leaving Betty alone with a room full of memories of its former owner, she could almost sense Veronica's presence in every inch of the office.

Betty took a few steps back to take in the sight in front of her. It would be hard, but she figured she could do it. She wasn't going to be the idiot that passed down such a huge job opportunity because of a little mess. With the two cups of coffee and a bottle of energy drink she drank that afternoon still pumping through her veins, Betty figured she wouldn't be able to sleep anytime soon, despite knowing deep down she was exhausted.

She decided to gather all of the boxes she could find, to make things a little easier for future Betty the next morning, including the black storage box she found on the top shelf. It took her a few jumps in the air to get her hands on that one, and when she finally grabbed it, the weight of the box made her stumble and drop it on the floor, all of its contents falling on the ground with a loud thud. Betty cringed and cursed herself, praying that the noise didn't wake up Veronica or J.D.

She got down on her knees to clean up her mess, shoving all of the papers and manuscripts back where it belonged. One thing, in particular, caught her attention, however. A small leather book, the cover old and starting to fall apart; intrigued, she opened it on a random page, where a single paragraph was written, cursive letters scribbled into the yellowing pages.

Sometimes I can't help but wonder how my life would have turned out if JD and I had never crossed paths...

#heathers #heathers the musical #heathers the movie #jd x veronica #Veronica Sawyer #jason dean #jd #jdonica #Betty Finn

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wolfofansbach · 9 months

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BEING A LIST OF THE THIRTEEN GREATEST RIVERDALE LINES, ON THE OCCASION OF THAT SHOW'S TERMINATION

As our much loved/hated show comes to an end, I feel compelled to record, for posterity, the greatest thirteen pieces of dialogue to spring from the pens of RAS and his henchmen. It was, of course, originally a top ten list, but I simply could not exclude a few of these treasures. Without further ado:

13.

“I dropped out in the 4th grade, to sell drugs, to support my nana.”

“That means you haven't known the triumphs and defeats, the epic highs and lows of high school football.”

Spoken by: an inmate of Leopold and Loeb Juvenile Detention Center, and Archie Andrews.

In: 3 x 2

Yeah, okay, this one had to be on the list. It’s funny, I’ll admit. It’s a great example of the overwrought semi-sincere melodrama that helped make this show so special. It’s low on the list largely because The Normies got their hands on it, so every time I hear someone make a reference I get all “do not cite the deep magic to me, witch.”

12.

“No! No! What are we supposed to do now? I’m horny as heck!”

Spoken by: Archie Andrews

In: 7 x 16

Season 7 is undeniably dreadful, and yet there are diamonds in the rough. The occasion is the failure of a projector, just as Archie and Reggie prepare to watch a pornographic film. The utter desperation with which KJ Apa delivers this line is exquisite. One is made to feel they are witnessing a genuine tragedy.

11.

“Tonight, they’re making an exception and debuting a cover of the song my parents claim they were listening to the night Jason and I were conceived.”

Spoken by: Cheryl Blossom.

In: 1 x 1

Really a fantastic line. A wonderful encapsulation of the casual absurdity of Cheryl’s character, and a foretaste of the lunacy we would plumb in later episodes and seasons.

10.

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo. I don’t fit in and I don’t want to fit in. Have you ever seen me without this stupid hat on? That’s weird.”

Spoken by: Jughead Jones

In: 1 x 10

A genuine classic. “High school football” before “high school football.” One is never entirely sure just how sincere the line is meant to be, both on a meta-level and in-universe. A perfect illumination of Jughead’s pretentiousness. It is made all the better by the occasional cuts to Lili Reinhard’s agonized face.

“At the last dance, multiple students were murdered.”

Spoken by: Principal Holden Honey.

In: 4 x 2

Delivered as an explanation to Toni and Cheryl, as to why there would be no school dance this year. Principal Honey is in fact supremely rational in the cancellation of this dance. This being Riverdale, he is of course treated as an unreasonable tyrant.

“Bro, I know all the secrets of this universe.”

Spoken by: Archie Andrews (evil version)

In: 6 x 5

Spoken as evil Archie reveals his evil plan to keep the parallel universes apart. KJ Apa’s delivery once again makes this line. He is comically sinister. Strangely, he sells it.

“A Vughead kiss, right now, in the present might be precisely what it takes to save a future Bughead from imploding.”

Spoken by: Jughead Jones.

In: 2 x 14

One of those lines that both makes me laugh and makes me genuinely angry. This was a fairly early season, and this may have actually been the first line to get me asking, ‘did they genuinely write and deliver that?’ Extra points for use of the atrocious ‘Vughead’ portmanteau ship name rather than ‘Jeronica.’

“I’m the ultimate wild card. I am the daughter of The Black Hood. The nightmare from next door. I’m training with the FBI and I’m coming for you, you psycho bitch.”

Spoken by: Betty Cooper

In: 4 x 14

Just delicious. Another one of those lines that leaves you somewhat unsure whether or not the writers understood how genuinely hysterical it was. “The Nightmare from Next Door” sounds like an announcer hyping up a wrestler. Spoken with a raw sincerity by Lili Reinhart. Also points for the heavy homoeroticism between Betty and Donna.

“For I am Cheryl Blossom, Queen of the Bees.”

Spoken by: Cheryl Blossom.

In: 5 x 16.

This one really doesn’t require any elaboration.

“Elijah ascended…and I will, too.”

Spoken by: Edgar Evernever.

In: 4 x 5.

Admittedly, this one is only spectacular with context. But in context—the context being that Chad Michael Murray delivers this line while dressed like Evel Knievel and standing in a cartoon rocket right out of a Warner Bros cartoon—it becomes utterly magnificent.

“It’s not queer baiting, it’s saving the world.”

Spoken by: Veronica Lodge.

In: 6 x 22.

It’s actually hard for me to decide whether this one is funnier with or without context. Without context it’s wonderful, but it possibly becomes even funnier when you know that the context is that Veronica needs to kiss Cheryl to transfer superpowers into her body so she can turn into a Scarlet Witch knock-off and stop a magic comet summoned by Sephiroth an English wizard who is also the Devil.

“If there’s no wedding reception, it means the Gargoyle King has won.”

Spoken by: Kevin Keller.

In: 3 x 12.

One of my personal favorites. This is a perfect line because like #3, it requires no real elaboration. There is absolutely no context in which it isn’t hysterical.

1 .

“Word of my exploits serving Nick his comeuppance has seeped into the demimonde of mobsters and molls my father used to associate with, so the five families are sending their youngest and brightest, their ‘princes,’ as it were to, well, come court the rare Mafia Princess who can belly up to the bar with the big boys.

Spoken by: Veronica Lodge.

In: 2 x 20.

This is, in my opinion, the all-timer. Every word is perfect. The rapid-fire alliteration. The use of the word ‘demimonde.’ The entirely unnecessary addition of ‘as it were.’ This is borderline Dr. Seuss. The fact that Camila Mendes delivered it without cracking a smile should have won her an Emmy. No. An Oscar. This line is Riverdale.

#riverdale #veronica lodge #jughead jones #betty cooper #archie andrews #kevin keller #cheryl blossom #edgar evernever

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thesandsofelsweyr · 5 months

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TOUCH

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《RATING》 🔞 Explicit 《WORDS》 658

《PAIRING》 Arkhamverse Jason Todd x Female Reader✧

《TROPES》 Smut, Scars, Nipple Play, Body Worship, Hand Jobs, Porn Without Plot, Comfort No Hurt

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《NOTES》

✧ The gendered word "queen" is used at the end, otherwise it can be read as a gender neutral reader 😊

This is the completed version of this prompt by Anonymous

Please reblog if you enjoy the read so others can enjoy it as well! ❤️

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You gently slide one arm behind his neck, careful not to wake him yet. You two have been together long enough for him not to startle at your touch, to trust your soft hands won’t hurt him. He’s grown accustomed to the feel of your skin against his, so he continues to doze (peacefully, you hope.)

You begin with a single fingertip. With the deftness of a calligrapher illuminating an ancient manuscript, you trace his soft, full lips, paying careful attention to the tiny scars that mark them, before dragging your finger over the cleft of his chin. With a single fingernail you draw an invisible line down the column of his neck, passing over his Adam’s apple, dipping into the hollow of his throat, then moving onto his chest. There you weave random patterns on his warm skin until you find his nipple. You circle that pink pearl of flesh, smiling when it begins to stiffen beneath your touch. You press a delicate kiss into his cheek, then nuzzle at his ear, inhaling the scent of his sandalwood shampoo and the remnants of his sweat still dampening his hair. You find his other nipple, which you rub between two fingers as you slide your tongue along the shell of his ear. Your finger then moves to the Arkham symbol carved into his abs. To you it isn’t the symbol of his prison, but rather an arrow leading you to buried treasure.

You follow the trail of black hair disappearing into his boxer briefs. Your hand slips into the waistband, following the coarse hair to the base of his cock, which begins to stir from your ministrations. You nibble at the fold of his ear while your palm finds his shaft, careful to avoid his balls for now, which remain ultra-sensitive, even after all this time. You run the heel of your palm over his length, up and down, gentle but firm, until it hardens at your touch.

A single blue-green eye peeks out from beneath a heavy lid, and those lips you so adore quirk up into a rare smile, which you return before trailing kisses down his neck and chest. You take a stiff nipple between your teeth, your eyes never leaving his, your hand now wrapped around his hard-soft cock. Precum leaks from its swollen tip, and he lets out a low, deep moan, his body tensing beneath you as you bring him closer and closer to ecstasy.

“That feels so good, baby,” he murmurs in a deep voice, still thick with sleep, as he tenderly combs gnarled fingers through your hair.

He’s fully erect now, diamond-hard cock twitching in your palm. You suck at his stiff nipple, enjoying the feel of the muscles in his breast straining against the sensation. His fingers tighten in your hair, tugging at your scalp, and a low groan of pleasure slips from his lips, encouraging you. Your grip tightens around his shaft, and your pace quickens. His foreskin peels back with each pump, precum coating his length. You can tell he’s close now: his muscles are as taut as strings on a violin, his heavy breath is ragged, his animalistic grunts are louder, his spine is arched, his hips are pressed against your pistoning fist. Your lips move from his nipple to the circled R carved into his breast, which you cover with soft kisses before tracing it with the tip of your tongue. You love worshipping his scars, claiming them from the monster who gave them to him, making them your own marks of love. His loudest groan yet fills your ears as his body stiffens, then warm cum is pulsing over your hand.

He gently cups the side of your face with a calloused palm, running a thumb over your cheek. Those beautiful blue-green eyes gaze into your own eyes, peeling away your skin, exposing your soul to him. “My queen,” he murmurs. “My beautiful queen.”

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belxveds · 1 year

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seduction through science

pairing: peter parker x f!reader

summary: where the academic decathlon team can't seem to believe that their nerdy peter parker has been hiding away a girlfriend for so long (especially one so out of his league). and then they meet you and lose their shit.

tags: humour. fluff. relationship reveal. humiliation. sex mention. fangirling.

a/n:

requests are open!

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

"You're fucking with us", Charles stated, mouth agape as he stared at Peter in disbelief and awe, not knowing whether to laugh or cry at his friend's confession.

Wincing at everyone's eyes on him, Peter dropped his head into his hands as he contemplated why he was friends with such manipulative idiots. Groaning softly as he combed through his hair with a sweaty palm, the other reached for his phone which lay nearby.

He had been guilt tripped into hosting their weekly AcaDec study sessions at his apartment this weekend due the team's insistence that he no longer cared for them. His insulting amount of absences racked up because of spidey duties, not that he could tell them of his extremely valid excuse.

That's how he found himself crowded together into a messy circle on the carpet in his living room which May swore would come back in trend according to her home decor magazines. His teammates, doing everything but studying as they indulge themselves in the latest gossip and an impromptu game of truth or dare.

With Flash's question targeting either his secret webslinger-identity or his relationship status, Peter's choice between his limited options had been obvious, announcing to his friends of the girlfriend he'd been keeping tucked away for several months.

Now, however, with the way they were gaping at him, Peter re-evaluated whether he had truly made the correct decision.

Flash, who'd finally been able to catch his breath, with dried up tears of laughter streaking across his cheeks, wheezed, "You. Penis Parker. Are dating the most influential teenager in North America according to TIME Magazine, with an IQ to rival her father's, model and heir to Stark Industries, Y/N Stark?"

Peter once again winced, internally debating whether or not he should give you a call as he responded, "Y-yes?"

"Peter. You're kidding.", Betty whispered, wide-eyed at the thought of her friend keeping such an insanely large secret from them...if it was the truth. Just the interviewing opportunities made her head spin and the journalist inside of her was- holy shit. Their Peter Parker was dating Y/N Stark?! That was insane. Practically impossible?

“Oh yeah? Ok. Then how’d you meet her, hotshot?”, Flash smirked cockily, as if he had just checkmated him, convinced his question was going to force Peter to confess the truth about his “lie.”

Before Peter could even exhale his sigh of exhaustion, Jason interrupted, “Dude, not that I don’t believe you or anything and no offense but…how did you bag her?”

Cindy who had been watching the entire debacle from the sidelines so far simply nodded her head, wide-eyed and a bit confused on how this could possibly be her reality.

Sally, insulted on Peter’s behalf, pitched up, “Hey! Pete’s a catch.”

Offering a weak smile to the girl, Peter had just muttered, “Thank you, Sals”, as the echo of the doorbell made its way into the living room. Saved by the bell, indeed.

Dusting himself as he made his way towards the entrance, he could hear Ned defending his honor as Peter fiddled with lock, face freezing in shock when the entryway fully came into view.

Before him, you stood in his stolen Midtown High hoodie, hands sweetly clasped over your comfy stark industries pajama pants as you smiled up at him. The hood had been pulled over your messy hair in your attempts to avoid unwanted attention from the press, the drawstrings tied into a little makeshift bow and strands of stray hair sticking out from the circumference of the fabric surrounding your face. You looked absolutely adorable and silly and perfect to Peter’s fogged mind. Mind stuttering on how to decode this situation as he attempted to make some form of noise to greet you, he couldn’t think straight.

Swaying on the balls of your feet and tilting your head warmly, you leaned forward to place a greeting peck onto his lips, hands unclasping and encircling his waist as you patiently took in his frozen state, “You gonna let me in or do you have a secret exhibitionist kink you’ve been keeping locked up which we need to discuss? Cause y’know- I’m up for anything but the paparazzi will have a field day once they figure out how much of a slut I am for my father’s intern-”

The pin-drop silence from his living room startled Peter into moving, covering your mouth with his palm as he choked a little at what you had just unwillingly said in front of all his friends, words finally processing into his distress blurred brain. He knew that he just told the team about you but he didn’t think of introducing you to them for at least a few more weeks down the road. Once they’d calmed down, gotten over their fangirling and actually believed him. Fuck.

You’d immediately picked up on your boyfriend’s anxious stance but much like your father, your solution to most situations revolved around teasing and humor, your words now muffled as you went on, “Like- could you imagine the headlines? Y/N STARK IS SLEEPING WITH HER FATHER’S INTERN?!? Y/N STARK’S WORLDWIND OFFICE ROMANCE: SEDUCTION THROUGH SCIENCE! Ooh- wait no, I quite like the second one-”

“What are you doing here?”

You frowned at Peter. That was the first thing he was going to say to you? Bringing his hand down and pressing a kiss to his knuckles, you questioned more seriously, “Is everything alright? MJ invited me over? Said that you guys and Ned were just hanging out if I wanted to join. I’m sorry, I should’ve asked first. I just assumed that-”

“Nononono no don’t apologize, stop. MJ’s just a little shit. She didn’t tell me she’d invited you over so I was…surprised.”, Peter’s voice dropped into a whisper, “It’s also not just…us and Ned. The rest of the friend group is in the living room right now and they just found out that I was dating you but they didn’t really believe me but now…well.”

You blinked, “Oh. Oh. So they heard me-”

Peter nodded. Your face flushed as you winced and buried your face in between Peter’s pecs, him failing to hide his smile as he stifled a laugh at your embarrassment.

Now that the terror of the situation had faded away, he couldn’t help but find endless amusement in it. Though the interaction between you and the AcaDec group was much faster than he’d initially wanted, it was still something that he’d hoped for deeply. These two parts of his life finally merging filled him with so much joy, simply even imagining you getting along with his friend causing his cheeks to ache from the smile that would bloom.

Letting you whine for a few more seconds, he gently dragged you into the apartment, kicking the door shut with his foot as he pulled down your hood. Untying the drawstrings to let them fall freely, he then proceeded to fluff out your hair, observing closely as your face melted in pleasure just like he predicted.

Pressing a kiss, he whispered, “Come on, you’ve got to meet them now. That was quite the introduction.”

Gently peeking your head past the curve of the hallway which kept you hidden from their view, you were first met with MJ’s smirk. Pointing a finger at her as Peter came up behind you, you flipped her off before addressing everyone else with a small wave, “Hi, Peter’s AcaDec group!”

The PR voice you’d automatically slipped into couldn’t be helped but you knew that it would take you a few more interactions for the real you to make an appearance. Maybe a few NDAs as well just as a precaution.

The few stunned moments of continued silence before it burst into squeals of shock and unfiltered questions made you laugh a little as you gently approached the circle and plopped yourself next to Ned, Peter taking a seat next to you as the group continued to hyperventilate.

“Am I dreaming?”, whispered Charles to himself, his idol sitting merely a few feet away from him. Jason and Betty let out their own garbled hums of acknowledgement to their friend’s identical shock. This was every nerd’s dream. Y/N Stark was an inspiration in the technological advancements field, everything she’d contributed to the innovation of Stark Industries was just- insanity. Charles was going insane. He had to be.

Flash, deciding that this was the perfect time to shoot his shot with Peter’s girlfriend, smugly leaned forward and asked, “Hey baby, wanna grab a drink sometime in my Ferrari? I’m sure you’re sick of that dweeb by now.”

You blinked. Wrinkling your nose at him, you hummed, “...Flash, right?”

His confident nod made you continue, “I’ve uh- heard a lot about you-”

“All good things, I’m sure.”

“No, actually! A lot of it was how you bullied the love of my life for several years.”, you smiled, the smirk falling off his face extremely satisfying, “I don’t know about all your previous partners or if you even ever had any but I really don’t think showing off your wealth is the smartest move to my heart seeing where I come from. I like to think that I’m grounded and quite humble so I hate pulling out that card but I think it’s necessary to put you in your place. Also- did you say I was sick of him? Peter Parker? He’s one of the most genuinely caring and interesting people I’ve met in a long time…I’m sorry but like did you just choose to ignore how I said I was a slut for him 2 minutes ago? I-”

Ned’s giggles of happiness broke you out of your tangent as he leaned over to give you a hug, “God, I missed you so much. Peter’s been keeping you from us for too long. I just think he’s jealous of our intense chemistry.”

“Oh no, for sure.”, you nodded as you tilted your head to watch your boyfriend roll his eyes and attempt to hide his smile.

“We are…so sorry for him, oh my god.”, Cindy exhaled breathily, “You’re just- wow. You’re so brilliant and gorgeous and the interview where you explained your thinking for the future of SI’s place in the medical field was amazing to watch. I am such a big fan.”

You smiled warmly, “Apology accepted, haha. And you’re gorgeous too! Holy shit, if Peter wasn’t here-”

Peter jokingly whacked the back of your head, “Stop flirting with all my friends.”

You let out a small laugh as you raised your hands up in defeat, “Sorry, my dad’s genes, you know? No, but seriously, thank you! I’m sure you’re incredibly smart too if everything I’ve heard is true and your involvement in Academic Decathlon really speaks for itself.”

Cindy practically melted into a pile of goop next to the sofa as Flash opened his mouth again, “Are you sure-”

Rubbing your fingers into your temples, you sighed jokingly as the rest of the group turned to start yelling at him, making you burst into a grin as Peter and Ned erupted into their own little fit of laughter.

Maybe one interaction was enough for you to feel content with them. They’d certainly need at least three to get over their celebrity infatuation but…you settled into the nook of Peter’s shoulder, you could see yourself with this group laughing nights away for several more years to come.

And plus, Flash would provide the perfect entertainment if things ever got a little too boring. Though you doubt that that would be the case with all the banter and teasing you’d be witnessing in the next several hours.

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lolahauri · 4 months

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✎ Introduction ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

5/9/24 Update: This is a strictly smut/nsfw fic blog only, my fluff and angst stuff are being deleted and reposted to @lolahaurisfw - I've also expanded my character list a LOT, so check that out before you request!

I do take requests. I don't have an anon list but I can start one if anyone wants to be labeled and become a regular anon.

DNI: Map, Zoo, Pro-Para, Pro-Ana, TERF, Zionist, Bigots, Minors, Discourse Blogs. Block me if you don't agree. ❤️🖤🤍💚

Things I Won't Write:

Sex crimes of any kind, super extreme kinks, violence/abuse used as a kink, anything most would consider "gross/weird" (ex: puke, shit, ddlg, pet play, age play). no exceptions, and no hate to dead dove writers, i'm just personally not willing to write these.

Things I Will Write:

Pretty much everything else i guess? Daddy/Mommy kink, Cheating, CNC/Dubcon, Sex Pollen, Legal Age Gap, Yandere, Power Dynamic (Prof/Student, Boss/Employee), Foot Fetish, Piss Kink, Breeding, Any regular/non-extreme kink (ex: Cock Warming, Dry Humping, Voyeur, Orgy, 3somes, Sex Toys, etc...) *if you aren't sure, just ask!*

Hc's, one shots, short multi-chapter fics, imagines/drabbles.

Canon-friendly, Au's, Canon Divergence, Out of Character.

Ch x Ch / Ch x Reader / Ch x OC / Poly Ships of any kind.

F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.

Fictional Other (F/O) Imagines: +18, no names, they/them only.

Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on! (you can request others from these fandoms, but it will prob take me longer)

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve. Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee. YOU: Joe, Love, Beck, Peach. Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta. Regular Show: Mordecai, Margret, Eileen, CJ, Benson. (Human Ver) Attack on Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin. BNA: Michiru, Shirou. Stardew Valley: All Adult Humans. (Including SDVE & RSV) Total Drama: All season 1 contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley. SheRa: All Adults (Except Rogelio) King Of The Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luanne, Nancy, Dale, John Redcorn, Kahn, Min. Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V, Tony. Riverdale: FP Jones, Jughead, Veronica, Hiram, Betty. Creepypasta: Ben, Jeff, Jane, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Slenderman, Masky, Hoodie, Toby, X Virus, Nina, Clockwork, Splendorman, Kate. Gravity Falls: Stan, Ford, Soos, Giffany Steven Universe: Jasper, Amethyst, Blue Diamond, Peridot, Lapis, Garnet, Rose, Bismuth, Greg. Adventure Time/Fiona and Cake: Princess Bubblegum, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona. COD: Konig, Ghost, Mace, Keegan, Krueger, Valeria. Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabby, Edie, Mike, Lynette. DC: Batman, Harley, Joker, Ivy, Lex Luthor (Jesse Eisenburg). Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface (general), Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Wraith, Huntress, Trapper, The Trickster, Pearl, Carrie White, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven. Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Waluigi, Bowser. Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo. Rick and Morty: Rick, Beth, Jerry. Stranger Things: Robin, Billy, Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper. Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast. Princess & The Frog: Shadow Man, Tiana, Lottie, Naveen. Ratatouille: Collette, Linguini. The Nanny: CC, Fran, Maxwell. Full House: Danny, Jesse, Joey. BigBang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Amy, Penny. Spiderverse: Miguel, Hobie, Jessica Drew. Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite. Breaking Bad: Skylar, Jesse, Walter. National Treasure: Benjamin Gates, Riley Poole. Superstore: Jonah, Amy, Dina. Spongebob: Man Ray, Dennis. Tangeled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell. Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy. Jane the Virgin: Jane, Micheal, Rogelio, Petra, Xiomara, Rose, Luisa. Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie. Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie. Bistro Huddy: All Staff Members, Poppy. WWE: Rhea Ripley, Roman Reigns. American Animals: Evan Peters (Warren), Barry Keoghan (Spencer). The Batman (2022): Batman, Riddler. Little Mermaid (2023): Ariel, Eric. Bob's Burgers: Linda, Bob. Avatar: Jake, Neytiri. Frozen: Elsa, Anna, Kristoff. My Hero Academia: Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa. Futurama: Leela, Amy, Fry, Bender. Earth Girls Are Easy: Mac, Wiploc, Zeebo, Valerie. Supernatural: Dean, Sam, Castiel. Sherlock (2010): Sherlock Holmes, John Watson. Silverado: Slick, Rae, Mal, Paden. Dirty Dancing: Johnny Castle, Frances Houseman. The Breakfast Club: John Bender, Allison Reynolds.

Nani Palekai (Lilo & Stitch) Paul Cable (Last Stand at Saber River) Ramona Flowers (Scott Pilgrim vs The World) Peter Mitchell (3 Men & A Baby) Randy Marsh (South Park) Charles Ingalls (Little House on the Prairie) Master Chief (Halo) Ian Hawke (Alvin & The Chipmunks) Poe Dameron (Star Wars: The Force Awakens) Linda Gunderson (Rio) Bruce (Beyond Therapy) Jack Harrison (Transylvania 6-5000) Peggy Bundy (Married… With Children) Kitten (Breakfast on Pluto) - M Reader Only Scarecrow (Batman Begins) John Wick (John Wick 4) David Levinson (Independence Day) Jackson Rippner (Red Eye) Stevo (SLC Punk!) Mike (5lbs of Pressure) Santa/Babbo Natale (Violent Night) Dan Conner (Roseanne) Tate Langdon (AHS: Murder House) Lt. Robert 'Bob' Floyd (Top Gun: Maverick 2022) Francine (American Dad) Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs) Fujimoto (Ponyo) Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980) Doug Remer (Baseketball) Ian Malcolm (Jurassic Park 1993) Rose Tyler (Doctor Who) Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops) Astarion (Baulders Gate 3) Trevor Phillips (GTA5) Shaun Murphy (The Good Doctor) Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia) John Doe (John Doe Game) Paul Blart (Paul Blart Mall Cop) Fezzik (Princess Bride)

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Heaven Is A Place On Earth

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

When Vecna rears his ugly head, you are quick to guess Steve’s favorite song... A/N: A spur of a moment kind of writing! Hope you guys like it.

Cinnamon. There definitely wasn’t enough cinnamon.

Frowning, you rubbed the back of your dough-covered hand over your brow. Biting your lip, you focused on the tiny letters of the recipe in front of you, your eyes running over the complicated wording for the third time.

A light knock on the front door made you throw your head back with a groan. It was hard enough to concentrate on the damn cinnamon rolls as it was, but reality just couldn’t leave well enough alone, and kept adding complications to the mix.

While Jason - your boyfriend of three months now - was a nice enough guy, always ready to crack a smile and give a compliment, his ice queen of a mother hated the mere idea of her soon-to-be-a-politician son breathing the same air as you.

You didn’t dress the right way, you didn’t have the right pedigree and your aspirations for the future sure as hell weren’t anywhere near compatible with her son’s future job - that of the President of the United States, no less.

When Jason Carver spoke, everybody listened. When Jason Carver led Hawkins High through a basketball championship, the school won. The young man could do no wrong in anyone’s eyes, rather objectively speaking… until Jason Carver started seeing Y/N Henderson.

With his involvement with the Hellfire Club, your brother Dustin made sure neither of the Henderson siblings were taken seriously by the crowd Jason normally hung out with. Not that you cared - half of those people had zero idea of who you were as a person, and more than half of them were A-level douchebags who had their brains knocked out by a ball at some point of their lives. Surprisingly enough, Jason did not care about any of their opinions - he did care about you.

At first, you thought the Ken doll simply loved a challenge. At first, you refused to take any of his looks and conversation starters seriously, calling bullshit on every single flirtatious word. But then he started coming to every single dance competition you participated in, always armed with a bouquet of flowers and a charming smile. Up to this day, you wouldn’t be able to say what exactly had caught Jason’s attention and why he kept pushing and pushing and pushing until you finally let him kiss you that one time by the Lover’s Lake when the school was celebrating basketball team’s epic win. You were relatively sure Jason was falling in love with you - while his mother was plotting your death.

Tonight was the night you were going to win her over. Jason’s family were planning a charity mixer in their rose garden that screamed money and stank of privilege, and you were going, wearing your nicest dress and bringing cinnamon rolls, Jason’s mother’s favorite.

Staring down the recipe as if it were the Mindflayer, you let your hands fall helplessly by your sides and seriously considered swinging by a bakery to buy something professionally-baked instead.

“No one will ever know”, you whispered to yourself, your palms digging into your hipbones as you chomped on the inside of your cheek.

That’s when you heard your brother’s excited voice from the corridor, going on and on about how much the person who had just arrived was going to like playing Dungeons and Dragons. What followed was a rather devastated groan. The groan you immediately recognised.

“Harrington!” you called eagerly from the kitchen, some of the weight of people’s expectations slipping off your chest.

A familiar face showed in the doorway. Steve was dressed in a simple gray t-shirt, a worn-out leather jacket and a classic pair of jeans. You recognised the look as his usual “date night” attire immediately. Whenever Steve had a night date planned with a Betty on the day you saw him, there was always a leather jacket involved.

You briefly wondered why - beside the obvious fact that his shoulders and his torso looked amazing wrapped in black leather.

“Henderson,” Steve bowed a little with a small smile. “Do I smell butter?”

“Steve!” both you heard Dustin call him from the backyard, annoyed at Harrington’s pitstop at the kitchen.

“Jesus,” Steve shook his head, his thick hair bouncing under your smiling stare. “Give me a damn moment, Henderson, will you?”

Dustin yelled something back - you could not make out what exactly, but you guessed it was rude enough from the way Harrington gritted his teeth.

He looked at you expectantly, not moving an inch, so you happily continued the conversation.

“It does smell like butter,” you said those words as if they were a post-mortem. “It is supposed to smell like cinnamon”.

Steve made a grimace, scrunching his nose at your words. Silently, he motioned with his finger to where you were standing, mixing up the dough, and you nodded, sighing.

“Alright”, Steve brushed his hair back from his eyes, finding a place beside you. He eyed the contents of the bowl with his hands on his hips. After a moment of consideration, he looked at you, his eyebrows raised questioningly. “What exactly happened here?”

That was all you needed to hear. With a groan even louder than the last one, you collapsed on top of the kitchen counter, hitting your forehead slowly against the flour-covered surface.

“Steve!” you exclaimed in desperation. “You’re supposed to be my friend, not my executioner.” You groaned once again for a good measure.

A warm chuckle sounded from somewhere above, and you prompted your chin on your hand, still bending over the kitchen counter.

“Friend?” Steve echoed, scandalised. “I’ll do you one better, Henderson - I’ll be the best damn baker Hawkins has ever seen!”

Looking around under your incredulous stare, he grabbed an apron from behind you on the rack, drowning you in the woody smell of his perfume. You watched him with wide eyes as Steve lost his leather jacket, placing it gently over the bar stool, and tied the apron on his back.

“So!” he reached over to you, wiping the flour off your forehead with his thumb. “What are we bakin’?”

You just went on staring at him, as if he had just turned into a Demogorgon.

“Cinnamon rolls,” you slowly articulated, Steve listening carefully to your instructions. “I’m invited to this mixer later today hosted by Jason’s mom, and this is my last attempt at convincing her I’m a decent human being and, most importantly, girlfriend material”.

Steve hemmed, not overly impressed with your tirade.

“Listen, Henderson,” he finally spoke, laying one of his palms flat on the dough in the bowl you’ve concocted so far. “You and I are going to make the best finger-licking cinnamon rolls that Wicked Witch of the West had ever tasted, okay? She will want to marry you herself after taking a bite. But…” Steve pressed his lips together, throwing his free hand in the air, as if trying to find the right words.

“But what?” You whispered, not believing your luck.

“Your question in this situation should be but what the hell?” He put his hand back on his hip in his usual “don’t-fuck-with-me” stance. “Not only you are slaying it as a ballet dancer in every single competition - and that includes national ones; not only you have fought - and won - a battle with demogorgons - in plural; it also sure doesn’t fucking hurt that you are one of the kindest, most selfless, intelligent and courageous people that I have ever met”, was Steve blinking? Were you blinking? You weren’t sure, simply stared at him with your jaw reaching the level of your knees. “That woman must realise you are worth so much more than her little baby boy “Mr. Hollywood” Jason Carver. It’s not that she isn’t impressed by you - she is intimidated by you, Henderson.”

For some reason, you could feel a slight pinching in your nose.

“Steve…” you barely whispered, still looking into his eyes. You never even realised they had warm specs of gold in them until now.

Harrington gave you a self-deprecating half-smile, his gaze locked with yours - as if he had just said too much, showed you a lot more than he originally intended to…

…you, however, did not have enough time to really unpack his words, your little brother rushing into the kitchen with an annoyed air to him.

“Steve, what’s taking so…?” He let out a frustrated sound, but then his eyes focused on Harrington’s apron. “What are you doing?!” Dustin all but screamed in disbelief.

It’s only when Steve stepped back from you that you realised how close you were standing to each other just minutes ago.

“Change of plans, dude,” Steve pointed a finger in Dustin’s direction. “Your sister needs help securing her future mother-in-law’s approval, and I am going to help her”.

Dustin snorted at the words. “Yeah, you mean ruin it for her”, the kid muttered under his nose, turning around and marching back into the backyard.

“I heard that!” Steve shouted after him as you giggled in your fist.

“I meant for you to!” Dustin’s voice echoed through the hallway before the sound of his steps dissipated.

“Dipshit,” Steve said, shaking his head.

After a moment of silence, he turned to face you again.

“You’re on frosting duty, Henderson. I’ll man the dough. Let’s prove these assholes wrong!”

With a million-watt smile plastered to your face the entire time, you danced around the kitchen, laughing at Harrington’s puns. A girl on the radio sang a lovey-dovey song, the kids’ voices echoing from outside making the world all around you come alive with vibrant colours.

Days after the mixer - which did not buy the “Wicked Witch’s of the West” approval in the slightest - the house still smelled like cinnamon. And all the memories it brought back made you smile each and every time.

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A trembling breath left your mouth as you slammed the phone back in its place on your bedside table. You couldn’t allow yourself to cry - you were still wearing the Black Swan make up from the performance earlier, and if there were tears, the black circles around your eyes would follow, leaving you looking like a panda.

But man did you want to cry. And also scream. And maybe hit Jason on the head with something heavy.

Tonight was a big night for you. Your entire future depended on tonight. Three professors from next year’s Juilliard School hiring committee came down to Hawkins, out of all places, to see you. No matter how the night was going to turn out, you needed all the support you could get at the end of the performance. While you were planning to just grab the usual milkshake with Dusty and Mom and Jason at Benny’s Burger, the former two had a different idea in mind. It turned out they had set up a backyard celebration, with Mr. Wheeler manning the BBQ, Nancy and Robin having decorated the entire space with golden lights, and Dustin and the boys having mixed fruit punch and stocked up on chips and popsicles. Your backyard has turned into something warm and beautiful, so beautiful in fact, it almost seemed like the place did not belong in Hawkins. Almost like it was too good to be true.

Fittingly enough, while the night was a smashing success - a man named Bailey congratulated you on the show and expressed his hopes of seeing you as a part of his class next year - it got overshadowed by the fact that Jason never showed. He did not show to the performance, and wasn’t in the crowd shouting “Surprise!” when your Mom led you to the backyard - “to help her fetch some wood for the chimney".

Everything was perfect - except for Jason being nowhere to be seen. Things went awry from there, when Robin took you to a side and mentioned that she saw him picking up a movie at the store earlier today, his arm thrown casually over Chrissy’s shoulders.

That asshole did not even have the decency to pick up the fucking phone and offer an explanation. Although the way your relationship with Jason had been for a last couple of weeks there, you weren’t sure any explanation was needed at all.

Taking a deep breath, you blinked a couple of times. It was fine. You were fine. You weren’t going to let Jason “Mr. fucking Hollywood” Carver ruin your huge win tonight.

Tonight, you were going to celebrate with the real ones - the people who really cared.

As you stepped back into the backyard, you felt the hot early autumn air envelop you in its embrace. Some people were chatting in groups, the sound of laughter echoing and bouncing off trees and rose bushes all around. Three or four couples were swaying to the music blasting through the big speakers the boys hauled over from a mystery place (you suspected these belonged to Eddie, who was now chatting with Robin by the punch stand).

You almost felt happy. Almost.

“Shit,” Dustin commented, seeing you emerge from the house. “The shithead isn’t coming”.

Both Mike and Lucas clicked their tongues, looking in your direction. Nancy bit her lip.

Steve had almost choked on his drink, spinning around to look at you, too, as he realised they were talking about you.

“What’s going on?” His face immediately grew serious as he noticed your glossed-over eyes in the soft glow of the lights.

“Jason,” Nancy explained. “She really wanted him to be here, but he never showed. And Robin saw him with Chrissy…”

Nancy’s speech was interrupted by Dustin’s exasperated exclamation.

“Steve, what are you…? Where are you going?!”

Forcing Dustin to take his drink, Steve brushed his hair back and started out in your direction.

You saw him approaching, and the sight made a small smile bloom on your lips.

He was wearing a khaki shirt this time - and the same old “date night” leather jacket.

When he was within a hearing distance, you smiled wider.

“Harrington”, you greeted him.

“Henderson”, he echoed, stopping right in front of you. “Where were you hiding? I was looking for you”.

You let out a confused laugh, “Oh?”

“You were amazing tonight. I mean, really, really, really amazing,” you chuckled softly at his words, cocking your head to a side. “But I bet you won’t be as good spinning on that slippery grass with a somewhat gracious dancing partner”, he bowed his head a little bit, stretching his hand to you.

You narrowed your eyes, excitement rising in your chest.

“Are you challenging me, Harrington?” You stared at him in mocked disbelief, your heartbeat quickening for some reason.

“Are you afraid you’re gonna lose, Henderson?” Steve winked at you, not taking back his hand.

With a delighted laugh, you took it, and immediately felt him squeeze your palm lightly as he led you to the makeshift dancefloor.

Once the two of your were right in the middle of it, Steve wrapped his hands around your waist, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. Everything about Harrington emanated warmth and comfort - with your own hands around his neck, you felt a wave of happiness smashing your ribcage on the inside. Steve gazed you in the eyes, and hesitantly brought one of his hands to your elbow, caressing it slowly and making you unclasp his hold on him. Intertwining your fingers, he pushed you softly to move with him and follow his steps.

Everything in the world felt right all of the sudden; illuminated. The stars winked at you from above as Steve pressed his cheek against your temple, softly murmuring the lyrics of the song to you:

Oh, baby, do you know what that’s worth? Oh, heaven is a place on Earth.

As the rhythm of the song picked up, Steve made you spin around on your tiptoes, dipped you so low, your head almost touched the grass, and, finally, wrapped his hands around your hips and lifted you up into the sky, with your arms wide open.

Everyone around was applauding by then, wooing at you two in approval. You thought you even heard Mike whistle.

When Steve carefully lowered you back onto the ground, both of you were smiling; you just couldn’t look away from his moonlit eyes, the specs of gold swirling in deep green, as if reaching out for you.

“Well damn, Henderson. Colour me a loser”, he whispered.

“Thanks for letting me win, Harrington,” you whispered back, as you kept looking at him, unblinking. And before you could utter anything you’d regret, come morning, you squeezed his hands one last time before taking off in Nancy’s direction, your cheeks rose and burning.

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“Dustin!” you screamed from downstairs, anger - but mostly fear - ringing in each sound. “Dustin, what the hell is going on? It’s midnight! Where are you going at this hour? You just got back!”

Your stomach dropped as you saw Dustin speed down the stairs with his backpack heavily packed, a flashlight and a talkie-walkie.

Some shit was going down again. You didn’t like that. You didn’t like that at all.

“No time to explain, Y/N. Come on, let’s go, let’s go!!”

Swinging the door wide open, Dustin hurried to Steve’s car, already parked outside.

Huffing in frustration, you grabbed your Yankees coat from the rack and hurried outside, slamming the door shut behind you.

Noticing that Dustin had climbed in the front seat, you jumped in the back, your door barely closed before Steve slammed the pedal to the metal.

“Jesus!” You yelped, pushing forward so you could see both Dustin and Steve. “What the hell is going on?!”

“That bitch of a monster is after Max. Vecna is after Max,” Steve enunciated, not taking his eyes off the road, his voice like a drum. “You should have seen how she collapsed in the cemetery,” his voice cracked. “Dustin, do you have the walkman? We’ll need all the battery power we can get…”

Your eyes grew wide with each single word, until you couldn’t take it no more.

“Hold on for a minute! Vecna? As in D&D? And what the fuck you were doing in the cemetery?” The more you tried to unwrap Steve’s monologue, the more panicked your voice grew.

Dustin turned to face you, his eyes sad and honest.

“There is a killer monster on the loose, sis. Chrissy’s death was his doing. He puts some sort of spell on his victims, lulls them into a trance and ends them. The only way to break through the curse is music, aka the victim’s favorite song. Our Max is next on his killing spree list, and we need to keep her sane and with us until we figure out how to decimate the asshole. That’s our plan. Sounds good?”

Dustin thought that smiling at you would make it all better.

You stared at him with your jaw slack, wheels turning in your head.

“For how long has this been going on?” You said, still trying to put the pieces of puzzle together.

“Two weeks, give or take,” Steve was the one to answer this time as he took a right turn to the Wheelers’ household. “Looks like Max is the first one to beat the normal victim’s schedule. We’re not sure if Vecna’s going to try again or… shit”, Steve cursed, rubbing his upper lip with a back of his hand.

In the rearview mirror, you saw blood leave Dustin’s face. His eyes popped as his skin nearly turned transparent.

Steve’s nose was bleeding.

“What’s happening?” You nearly screamed, chills running down your spine, almost causing you pain. “Dustin, what’s…?”

“Shit, Steve!” Dustin’s voice boomed in the confines of the car. “What the hell, dude, why didn’t you say anything?! Shit, shit, shit!!” Your little brother just kept hitting the front panel of the car, until he threw the door wide open, and rushed to Steve’s side.

Your insides froze. Something really, really bad was going on.

You jumped from the car on Steve’s side in the seconds that followed, just when Harrington decided to step out as well.

Only he never made it to a standing position. Crashing on the ground, his knees scraping against the asphalt, Steve heaved a breath, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Shit!!!” Dustin screamed in pure, animalistic fear. “Y/N, get the walkman! Get it right now!”

Still not fully understanding what was happening, you rushed back to the car, to Dustin’s backpack and pulled the music player with earphones from the main pocket. When you made it back to the boys, Steve was convulsing on his knees, the golden specs of his eyes nowhere to be seen.

The sight was almost enough for you to lose your composure. But you couldn’t.

Steve had saved you so many times. Now it was your turn to save him.

When Dustin smashed the play button on the walkman, nothing happened. No music seeped through the earphones. Outright panicking now, Dustin opened the player.

It was empty inside.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!!!!” Within seconds, Dustin was back on his feet, rushing back to the car, leaving you with Steve.

“Mike! Lucas! Nancy! Help!!! Do you copy??? HELP!!!!”

Your throat grew tight as you fell on your knees in front of Steve. There had to be something you could do. Anything at all.

The only way to break through the curse is music, Dustin’s voice echoed in your head, aka the victim’s favorite song.

Shaking, you grabbed Steve by the wrists. Forcing yourself to stare in the whites of Steven’s eyes, you fought back tears, opening your mouth.

Oh, baby, do you know what that’s worth? Oh, heaven is a place on Earth.

Steve Harrington has been in his fair share of shitty situations. Take the showdown with Billy at the Byers’ place, for example. His face remained swollen for months; at some point he wasn’t even sure he was going to be able to eat anything solid again.

But this, right now was beating all kinds of shitty situations Steve had ever been in. This fucking time was absolutely taking the gold in the competition.

It all started a week ago - nose bleeds, head-splitting migraine. Then he would space out for hours on end, always ending up in front of the fucking grandpa clock. He would also hear that asshole Vecna call his name… Then there was the image of his Dad, eyes white, skin rotten, telling him he will never be a real man. He couldn’t protect his mother from the thief when he plunged a knife in her stomach in their living room - he is a weak excuse for a man and will always be.

But the worst of it was seeing Y/N - with the same look as his Dad, dead, decomposing look - shouting obscenities at him, telling him he will end up failing again, end up with Dustin’s blood on his hands…

This version of Y/N almost had him this time. Her crumbling fingers were wrapped around his throat, his monster-looking Dad and his dead Mom gazing at him with filthy smiles on their faces from behind her. Tears were streaming down Steve’s face as he closed his eyes, too tired of fighting. Maybe they were right. Just how many more times would he be able to save the kids? How many times before he holds their breathless bodies in his hands? And it will be all his fault. Because he wouldn’t have been strong enough.

You are a weak excuse for a man, boy! his father hissed in his ear. Steve’s struggles grew weaker. His father stepped closer to him, his hand hanging dangerously over his head, when…

Oh, baby, do you know what that’s worth? Oh, heaven is a place on Earth.

Steve’s eyes flew open as he hit the rotting version of Y/N square between her eyes, the sight making him shudder.

This isn’t her, he told himself. This isn’t my Y/N.

Barely breathing, hissing and coughing, Steve pushed his father out of the way, stumbling as he sped ahead, without direction, without purpose.

When I feel alone, I reach for you, and you bring me home.

With black circles blocking his vision, Steve forced himself to look around, find something to cling to. That’s when he saw it - behind the veil of the red smoke, a tiny opening, a thin crack, with moonlight slipping through. That’s from where your voice was coming, and that was all he needed to know.

When I’m lost at sea, I hear your voice, and it carries me.

It felt like his lungs were on fire; his skin burned blue, whenever it made contact with the red smoke. He could hear Vecna growling behind his back, too damn close for his liking. I’m coming, Henderson. I’m coming.

In this world we’re just beginning To understand the miracle of living.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks as you cupped Steve’s face in your shaking hands. Fucking hell, you were a horrible singer; if anything, it would persuade Steve to stay in the fucking Upside Down, just to get away from the sounds you were making. But you owed him to try. You owed yourself to try. There was no way you were going to let fucking Vecna take the man you loved from you.

You could hear the door slam behind you, a roar of quick steps making their way to Steve’s car, what sounded like Nancy and Robin screaming in distress. You bit hard on your bottom lip, until it bled, caressing Steve’s cheeks with your thumbs, tears falling in buckets now.

Baby I was afraid before But I’m not afraid anymore.

All of the sudden, you could see the specs of gold shining their light on you. Steve was back with you. Steve was back in your arms.

The world stopped. Time stopped. Your heart clenched in a painful pause.

“Harrington!” You sobbed, your hands still caressing Steve’s jaw.

He didn’t echo your name, like he always did. Slipping his hands under the heavy fall of your hair, Steve slammed his lips against yours instead.

Your whole body responded immediately. Tears still rolling down your cheeks, you clang to him with all you had, your fingers buried in his hair, your lips moving roughly and in sync with his. You felt his strong hands wrap around you and press you even closer to him, every single moment that led to this, led to tonight - melting on your lips. Steve tasted like life. He tasted like unprecedented happiness.

Like a million loving thoughts, touches, looks and words that you shared all condensed into one single flavor.

Steve Harrington tasted like heaven.

Oh, baby, do you know what that’s worth? Oh, heaven is a place on Earth.

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