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bellarkeselection · 9 months

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Giving Second Chances

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Wattpad request from Silverose365 Reader is a trouble teen the state is having trouble with so after multiple failed foster families the state calls John. The reader accidentally messed up on a job and gets called out until Rip makes a different choice than her previous foster family's.

John and Rip followed Sheriff Haskell out into one of the barns on the ranch. The three stops in the entrance seeing someone peaking their head over one of the hay bails. John slowly walked forward trying to not scare the girl off that looked to be a young teenager reminding him of meeting young Rip. “Hey there, kid. I ain’t gonna hurt you. Do you wanna come talk with us?”

“Where’s the girl from?” Rip crossed his arms looking at Sheriff Haskell.

He responded to John’s right hand. “She’s been bounced from foster home to another. She’s got a bad streak of breaking the law. I got a call saying the foster system was sending her to him until she bolted. Thankfully she ended up where they we’re taking her. Bringing her to John.”

Lifting my gaze up to the older cowboy guy wearing a tan cowboy hat I watched him bend down to her level. “Are you going to send me back to foster care….I don’t do good in that place. They all say I’m too old and reckless.” I had been moved around where I just started running away every time they sent me back in the system.

“I ain’t sending ya back. My name is John Dutton, what’s your name darlin’?” The rancher asked me offering his hand and I allowed him to pull me to stand up with him seeing another guy by the sheriff that was dressed in black with dark hair and hard eyes staring at me.

I nervously responded back to him. “Y/n. My name is Y/n, sir…what are doing now?”

“You come work for me.” John said looking at the man calling his name so I could put it with his face before he left us in the barn together. “Rip, you’re gonna teach her the way I did you.”

It had been a few months since that day and this is the longest that I have ever been in compared to my other foster homes. Placing a dark brown hat on my head I slide my brown boots on heading to the Yellowstone barn. Throwing a saddle on Lioyd’s horse I started tying it on until I heard one of the bunkhouse cowboys coming over to me. I believe Walker was his name. “It looks like a a cowgirl doesn’t know how a saddle goes on a horse.”

“What…what did I do?” I panicked beginning to twist the sterups and the back sinch backwards before I ran my hands through my hair.

Walker came over on his horse. “You put the saddle on backwards kid.”

“Crap, crap.” I mumbled under my breath quickly fixing it until John came over to me seeing that I avoided his gaze mumbling to myself unknown that he could hear me. “How could I put the entire saddle on backwards. That was stupid. I should have known that.”

It wasn’t the first the older rancher had seen her be hard on herself after she made some mistakes or didn’t be s quick as what the cowboys had told her to do something. And she would end up beating herself up over failing. John just hoped the girl saw that she was a good hand like he did. Because she was almost the same way when he found Rip years ago.

Walking through the barn I nodded to my boss Rip Wheeler who was walking with his horse when he noticed me. He climbed up on his horse addressing in my direction. “Y/n, got saddle Mr. Dutton’s horse. You’ll be riding it today with us to learn how to ride.”

Running inside the barn I took the reins of the boss’s horse tying the rope on the side of the wooden fence. Tossing the saddle over the horse I quickly tied it together. Putting me foot in the stirrups up Rip called my name. “Woah you think you’re forgetting something kiddo.” Shifting my gaze down to the ground I hadn’t noticed my hat fell off during the process.

“Ah shit…sorry sir.” Snatching it up I placed it on my head quick climbing back on the horse knowing he didn’t like wasting daylight and I always followed his instructions as fast as he said them.

Rip had me following behind him where I griped the reins in my hands bouncing with the horse watching the others herding the cattle in front of us. Normally he was leading the pack but not today. “Go herd up the ones on the side that get loose. You got that?” He kicked his horse to go when I nodded in understanding.

Running down the valley I followed after one cafe that got loose leading it back to the group. Staying close to the group another one got loose where I grabbed my rope throwing it over it head trying to lead it back but it just picked up sped. I screamed when it managed to pull me off my horse and I fell into the dirt. “No, no,…ah fuck!”

“Woah girl, are you alright?” Lioyd came over on his horse holding the reins of mine since it ran off towards him so he brought my horse back over to me.

Holding my right wrist I winced when I tried to bend it a little. “I think I just tweaked my wrist a bit….I thought I roped it the right way.”

“You roped it around the neck when it should have been around the waist so he wouldn’t run on ya. Climb back on your horse and help us finish this out.” Rip responded sternly beside his older friend.

Scurring to my feet I put one foot in the stirrup using my left hand to support most of my weight than my right. I should have done better, sir.” I apologize when Rip glared at me watching me ride off with Lioyd figuring that she meant well.

Once nightfall had come and everyone had their horses up for the night I didn’t come down to the bunkhouse for dinner since I was staying in the spare room of Rip and Beth’s house. Brushing my hair away from my face I had banded my wrist as best as I could and put everything I had in the duffel bag foster care had given to me. I just needed to wait until everyone went to bed to run rather then wait till morning already knowing what would happen. I had messed up way more than someone my age should. “I’m too old to get adopted….I will be better off just waiting until I’m eighteen. Only two more years left being someone else’s problem..”

“When I said don’t think you deserve this. I meant it literally but I didn’t you’d run from it.” Whipping my head around I gasped through tears seeing Rip was leaning in the doorway of my bedroom.

Croaking through tears I scooted up against the pillow and headband avoiding his gaze. “How did you know I’d be here?”

“Cause you didn’t come down for dinner and you ain’t missed a meal since the day you came here. You want to tell me what’s going on with you?” He presses on with his tone being both stern but went softer when he could hear me lightly crying in front of him.

Hugging my knees to my chest I buried my face into them sobbing even more when I struggle to get the words out already sensing what he was going to say next. “I’m a screw up here, Mr. Wheeler. I can’t do half the jobs you give me right…I don’t have great confidence even when I put in as much effort as I can. You see me exactly like everyone else does…a reckless teenager who won’t make it any longer in getting adopted. Cause I don’t follow directions good….so you’re done with me. You’re going to send me back tomorrow.”

“Where the hell did you get an idea like that, sweetheart?” He blurted out raising his voice in shock.

Peaking over my knees with my hair in my eyes I whispered back to him. “That’s what every family I have been with does. Why would you be any different to me?”

“Because you are the hardest working foster kid I have seen. You’ve got good manners and put in almost more effort than any of those bunkhouse boys do. And you ain’t any reckless than most teenagers are.” He came over and sat beside me on the bed removing his black hat when he went to take something out of his jacket. He unfolded a paper and handed it to me. “You are a darn good kid, Y/n. I am hoping to help you improve your confidence in time being here.”

Scanning my eyes over the paper in my small hands I couldn’t hardly believe it. “You want to adopt me..but I….thank you Rip.” Flinging my arms around his neck he was taken back not used to seeing me giving any kind of emotion like this.

“You’re welcome, darling. But promise you will still work as hard as you would if you weren’t gonna be my kid.” He hugged me briefly until he made me look in his eyes when he barely broke the embrace.

Nodding through happy tears I grinned up at the cowboy and lead hand of John Dutton. “Don’t worry I will..uh dad.”

Footsteps came down the hallway where we both glanced over over shoulders noticing that it was his wife. “You better call me mom and come eat this hamburger helper otherwise you’ll face the bear.”

“Yes ma’am.” I jumped off his lap rushing down the hallway making it to the kitchen table almost shoving food into my mouth overjoyed to actually have a place to call home.

Beth smiled at her husband when he stood by her in the hallway watching you. “She’s our kid now, baby.”

“She’s our second change at one and I gotta say she’s a pretty good one.” He responded looping his hand with hers giving her a gentle and the pair joined you at the dinner table.

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countrymusiclover · 1 year

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Ch 2 - Angel Eyes

Part 3

Cowgirl’s Don’t Cry

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Y/n's Pov - 6 years ago

Exiting the barn I brushed my hands over the light brown fur of my horse. My hair was in pigtail braids falling over my shoulders as I heard the main house front door open and saw my mother walking up with a bottle of wine in her hand. "You clearly got an attachment to those things from your daddy. You remember what I taught you right?"

"Don't let any man think they instantly get to be with me. Because they are all led by the tail between their legs." I responded to her knowing that she said she would never get back on a horse after the day her mother was killed. She basically hated them unlike my father who hated whenever he had to put one down.

She rests a hand on my shoulder showing me a small smile then motioned her head towards the young ranch hand that I had met in the barn a few years ago. "Seems like he needs a lesson on how to saddle a horse. Go help him dear."

Ryan ran a hand through his hair holding his hat in his other hand somehow getting some of the straps twisted together. "Need some help there, cowboy?" I chuckled standing beside him, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Shit yes. I don't know I geezed this up!" He cursed under his breath, clearly frustrated, making me shake my head. He sure had the mouth of a cowboy that's for sure.

Patting his shoulder I quickly noticed his problem shifting the saddle around then gesturing with my right arm for him to move. "Climb on now. You'll notice a difference. Oh and here's a tip for riding a horse." Ryan stared down at me as I explained standing up tall then I lowered myself down on my knees a little like I was sitting on the saddle. "When the horse bounces up, let it stand you in the stirrups and when it comes down sit back in the saddle."

"Seems easy enough." He replied as I climbed up onto my own horse.

"Yeah well see about that, Ryan. I bet you'll be cussing till the cows come home."

Ryan glanced back to the barn eyeing my mother who was smirking in our direction drinking her bottle. "Who is that woman watching us?"

"My mother. Now let's ride." I moved my horse behind his hitting the horse on the butt causing Ryan to grab the reins with it taking off quickly.

"Am I gonna get in trouble for talking with you - oh shit!" He started to ask before I chased after his horse, smirking at his language seeing I was right.

I teased him, feeling the wind blowing through my hair while I kept my pace up with his horse hearing him curse every so often but a smile was forming on his face. "If my daddy heard me talk with that mouth of yours he'd ring me up by the rafters in the barn. Just trust me it will get easier."

Y/n's Pov

Y/N looked at him, having returned to the ranch as she dismounted the horse and took them both to the barn "You didn't do too bad cowboy, but I think you will get the hang of it eventually if you're asking me. You've shown improvement in some things, so you've got it going" She says softly, knowing that he was still trying to get used to being on a horse and riding

Y/N was the same way when she first learned how to ride, but she slowly got the hang of it when Beth and Rip left her alone and she eventually figured out what she had to do and how to do it whenever she was alone and able to focus on riding her horse, Marleigh who was a five year old Mare.

Y/N had always had a passion for the animals, but she also knew that her mama didn’t like the damn things because of what happened with her grandmother but she looked at the cowboy as she dismounted the horse and took the saddle off before she heard Ryan coming up behind her as she was leaning against the stable wall as her hand rested on his cheek when she leaned in and kissed his lips passionately and deeply as she made out with him.

Unaware that her uncle was coming into the barn, but she was too caught up in the moment with her cowboy as she pulled away and breathed shallowly as she looked at him and smiled “I would like to do that more often, if you want to Cowboy” She spoke softly to him.

Kayce’s POV

Heading up towards the barn I could hear a weird sound right before I stopped in the doorway seeing my niece and one of my father’s ranch hands kissing. Normally I didn’t care what she did but I haven’t been around much so something came over me. “What the hell do you think you are kissing my niece, Ryan!” The lair broke away and for some reason he seemed confused.

“I didn’t start the kiss. She did - shit!” He cursed fumbling with his cowboy hat on his head.

Stomping forward I grabbed him by his shirt, shoving him away from her. “You don’t need to be anywhere near her. Go get back to work now.”

“What the heck, Uncle Kayce!” Y/n spun on her feet raising her voice towards me. “I’m not ten years old anymore but I guess you don’t know that since you left with the girl you got pregnant!”

Raising my brows at her statement I could sense my sister's personality breaking through. She could surely rip it to someone if they made her angry enough. “Well would rather your father kick him off the ranch. Because trust me darling, being here is a lot easier.”

“Yeah right!” She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest avoiding my gaze.

Ryan shifted his feet through the dirt walkway of the barn nervously leaving us alone. “Uh….I’m gonna go.”

Rip’s POV

Rip saw Kayce dragging his daughter to the house by her ear, he rolled his eyes and stepped down off the porch as he looked at his brother in law. “I suggest you let her go, you ain’t got no right to be disciplining my child when you can’t even keep your son under control. Now let her go, or I will fight you Kayce.”

He says, being protective of his little girl who he loved more than anything and he wouldn’t stand for her uncle to be doing what he was to her as he walked to him and shoved Kayce hard. “Y/N go on inside, you are gonna wait there until i tell you to come outside. Do you hear me.”

He was never harsh on his little girl, and he wasn’t going to start doing so now as he ran a hand through his hair as he talked with Kayce and sorted everything out. “You let that girl be, and worry about your own. I will handle her, you aren’t her parent. I am.” He says sternly, being protective and defensive of the girl he had been raising for 17 years now.

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anangelwhodidntfall · 11 months

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If you're requests are open can I request for Rip. Being where Kayce has a daughter and she has a secret relationship with Rip. So the pair have to tell Kayce that she is pregnant 😊

A/N: I made the reader about 22, meaning that Kayce had her when he was a teenager and thus he is about 38 in this and Rip is about 40.

Forgive Me Father: Rip Wheeler

You thought you were gonna faint seeing the two positive lines on the multiple pregnancy tests sitting on the counter there was no way this was happening. You sighed trying to regather your thoughts when a knock came on the bathroom door making you panic.

"You alright in there, darlin'?" Your boyfriend asked.

You took a deep breath and opened the door deciding to face this head-on with him, and then based on what his reaction was to it, would determine your next steps.

"Rip I need to tell you something." You said reaching for his hand as he walked into the bathroom with you.

"I'm pregnant." You said showing him the multiple positive pregnancy tests that rested on the counter.

You became more nervous the longer he stood there looking at them not saying a word and his emotionless face didn't help either. Finally, he turns towards you and wraps you in his arms with a huge smile.

"I can't believe we are going to have a baby, darlin'. Sure we won't be able to keep this a secret anymore, but I'm so happy." He said looking at you with a huge smile.

"You mean that? Because I don't want you to feel like...." You started to say but he cut you off.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life." He said placing a kiss on your lips.

The next few days were full of bliss for you guys, as you both went to verify the news of your pregnancy with your doctor before you told anyone. You were very much pregnant about six weeks and the doctor got you set up for all of your appointments and gave you some recommendations on what to do and not to do.

"What do you mean you knew grandpa?" You asked your grandfather after you knew.

"I know everything that goes on at this ranch. But I'm so happy to have another grandkid on the way, what did your father say about it?" He asked.

"We haven't told him." You said quietly as Rip squeezed your hand.

Told me what?" Your dad asked walking into the room with Monica.

Your father looked at your grandpa and then over to you and Rip who were holding hands and that's when the realization hit him.

"How long?" He asked you two.

"Almost a year." Rip said.

"You've gotta be kidding me." He said looking at you two.

"Wish we were." You said looking at him.

"You took advantage of my daughter! I should've known that letting her work here would be a mistake. and how could you as her grandfather let this happen?" Your dad said angrily.

"Dad he didn't take advantage of me! We didn't even pursue anything until this year! Now I love him and I'm gonna have his kid whether you like it or not." You said.

"I'm gonna kill you." Your dad said to Rip.

A fight broke out between the two of them as you watched in horror, you knew your dad would be mad but never did you think that it would be this bad. Eventually, Rip got off your dad off of him and walked over to where you were.

"I'm disappointed in you, y/n." Your dad said before him and Monica left.

You were upset for the next few days, you really wondered if you were a disappointment to your friends and your wonderful boyfriend tried everything in his power to cheer you up but nothing was working, so he stepped out to go grab you guys dinner.

Your dad on the other hand felt guilty about what had happened a few nights ago and after speaking with Monica, he decided to go make things right with you before he lost you forever. He pulled up to yours and Rip's place and knocked on the door where you answer it.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" You asked him shocked.

"I was hoping we could talk things out and I could apologize for being a jackass the other night." He said as you nodded your head.

"Baby I'm not disappointed with you, I was just in shock to hear that you and rip were expecting let alone dating, it was a lot, and apologize for my actions. If I am being honest, I'm glad you are with Rip because I know that he would protect you and my grandkid with his life. Do you think you can forgive me?" He asked you.

"I can, thank you for saying that daddy." You said hugging him.

Rip walked in with dinner and smiled when he saw you and your dad hugging meaning that you guys had finally made up.

"Rip I know we don't have the best history and I'm sorry for the other night." Your dad said to him.

"It's alright, I would've done the same thing, would like to stay for dinner?" He asked your father who nodded his head.

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rewrittenreality · 27 days

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Horses and Husbands

Pairing: Rip Wheeler x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Smut, baby making...seriously

Summary: Alone time with Rip is few and far between these days...When your daughter stays with her Uncle Kayce for the night, you finally get alone time with your husband.

A/n: This was requested by @elenavampire21 ! Thank you for your request, I had a blast making it a reality for you! And I also want to thank @momentaryescape for helping me with this!

The familiar sound of Rip groaning woke you from your sleep as your 4 year old daughter, Hallie, climbed on top of him. He picked her up and placed her between the two of you with a tired chuckle. It was early in the morning, but this was the normal routine between your little family. Hallie would wake up before either of you and always came into your shared room to wake you both up.

“The munchkin is up.” Rip chuckled in his gruff morning voice.

“Then we are to.” You said with a tired laugh as you sat up in bed.

Hallie was looking at you with those big hazel eyes that looked exactly like Rip’s. You smiled softly and picked her up to get out of bed, placing her on your hip as you stood up. Rip got up soon after and started getting ready for his work day, meeting you in the kitchen as you started making your daughter breakfast.

“Where is daddy going?” Hallie asked as she ran up to you.

“Daddy is going to work, munchkin. I gotta go help with the new horses” Rip told Hallie as he crouched down to get level with her, gently poking her nose with his finger.

“Can I go with you, Daddy?” She looked up at Rip, big eyes pleading with him.

“We can go see Daddy and the horses after you eat your breakfast, Sweetheart.” You responded after Rip looked at you for an answer.

Rip kissed Hallie’s forehead before sending her to the table. He fully stood up and made his way over to you, running his hands down your arms. He leaned down and left a kiss to your lips before he grabbed his cowboy hat and walked out the door to go to work.

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You arrived with Hallie at the stables a little while later. Rip was standing outside of the round pen watching Ryan work with a horse. Hallie let go of your hand and ran to her dad, climbing up on the round pen to get a better look at the horse. You smiled softly when Rip put his hand on her back to keep her steady while he pointed at Ryan and the horse.

As you watched Hallie giggling to Rip you felt someone come up next to you. You looked over and saw Lloyd standing next to you. He watched Rip and Hallie, a small smile peaking through his signature mustache. Lloyd was like a grandpa to Hallie, a father figure to you and Rip.

“He sure is a good dad.” Lloyd told you, glancing over at you for a second.

“He really is.” You replied, smiling at Lloyd.

“So, when are you two giving me another grandkid?” He asked, fully turning to face you.

You let out a soft laugh at his question.

“Hopefully soon. It’s been so busy around here so we haven’t gotten much alone time. But we’ve been trying when we can.” You said to him, looking over at Rip who was talking happily with your daughter.

Lloyd gave you a smile and a gentle pat on the shoulder before Hallie came running over to you.

“Mama! Can we ride the horsies?” Hallie asked, pulling on your pant leg.

“Of course we can, Sweetie! Come on, let’s go get a horse.” You smiled down at your daughter, taking her small hand in yours to lead her to the stables.

Once you got to the stables, you saddled up your horse Blaze. He was good with kids and would be a great fit for Hallie. You led Blaze out of the stables with Hallie on your hip, leading Blaze to the other round pen.

You lifted Hallie up and gently placed her on Blaze, making sure to keep your hand on her back to steady her. Hallie giggled when you made a clicking sound with your tongue to get Blaze to start walking.

Rip watched carefully while Blaze walked around the round pen with Hallie on his back. He knew Hallie wouldn’t get hurt, but he was still protective of both of his girls. His eyes stayed glued to you, smiling to himself while he watched you smile and talk to your daughter.

Kayce, your brother, came up beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Tate was in the other round pen with Ryan, helping with the horse. Kayce noticed Rip’s gaze on you.

“You know, Hallie can always stay the night with Monica and I. Tate would love it. Plus it would give you a little alone time with Y/n.” Kayce suggested, nudging Rip’s shoulder with his own.

“And how do you know we’ve been trying to get alone time?” Rip questioned, looking over at Kayce.

“You seem to forget that your wife is my sister. She tells Beth and I nearly everything.” Kayce said with a raised eyebrow.

Rip shook his head and laughed. Kayce did have a point. You shared a lot with your siblings.

“I’ll talk to Y/n and make sure she’s okay with Hallie staying the night with you guys. Thanks, Kayce.” Rip said, still chuckling softly.

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When you finished walking around the round pen with Hallie and Blaze, you led Blaze to the stables again to get him back in his area. You smiled when you saw Rip waiting for you guys. Hallie ran to him, her little laugh ringing through the stables as Rip lifted her up.

“Hey, munchkin!” Rip smiled as he held Hallie in his arms.

You walked up to your husband, letting out a soft laugh when he kissed you. Hallie was giggling like crazy, her cheek pressed against Rip’s shoulder.

“Why don’t we let Kayce and Monica take Hallie tonight? Tate wants to hang out with his favorite cousin.” Rip suggested to you, giving a look that told you his true intentions.

“Do you want to stay with Uncle Kayce and Aunt Monica tonight, Sweetheart? You always have so much fun with Tate.” You asked your daughter, letting out a chuckle when she nodded happily.

You took Hallie back up to the cabin to gather a few of her things before Kayce came up to get her. Rip met you there, keeping Hallie entertained while you gathered her things.

When Kayce came with Tate to pick her up, you and Rip each gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“Thank you, Kayce. You didn’t have to watch her tonight.” You said to your brother, giving him a hug.

“It’s not a problem at all, Y/n. You and Rip need some time together. And Tate wanted to see his cousin.” Kayce replied, smiling at you.

Rip handed Kayce Hallie’s little backpack of her things, smiling down at the excited 4 year old next to him. Kayce took Hallie’s hand in one of his hands and Tate’s hand in the other.

“Come on, kiddos!” Kayce said to the two happy children, leading them out of the cabin and to the truck.

You stood in the doorway of the cabin, smiling as you watched the three of them drive off. You were thankful for your brother. He was ensuring that you got your much needed alone time with your husband.

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Rip came up behind you as you closed the cabin door, gently sliding his hands down your sides. You turned in his arms with a smile, reaching up to rest your arms over his shoulders. He leaned down and kissed you as he squeezed your hips.

“Let’s go make us a baby, Mister.” You said, giggling a little when he kissed the corners of your mouth.

“You know I can’t say no to that, Baby.” Rip responded in that gruff voice you loved so much, leaning down to kiss you again.

You melted like putty in his arms, letting him deepen the kiss until his tongue was exploring your mouth. Rip’s hands slid from your hips to your thighs so he could hoist you up. He smirked against your lips when you locked your legs together around his waist.

You didn’t even realize he had started carrying you towards the bedroom. All you were focused on was the feeling of his lips against yours. He squeezed the underside of your thighs as he carried you, reveling in the way you moaned softly into his mouth. He loved the way you reacted to even the simplest of touches.

Rip laid you down on the bed and hovered above you. You looked up at him as he took his jacket off before he leaned down and began kissing your neck. You tilted your head to the side to give him better access, making him smirk against your skin.

He adored the small gasp you let out as he slid his hands under your shirt. No matter how many times the two of you had done this, you still reacted to his touch in ways you never knew were possible. He loved that he could make you and your body react to him in all the right ways.

Rip kept his eyes locked with you as he slowly pulled your shirt off of your body. He leaned down again and pressed wet kisses to your collarbone. He kissed down your body, removing your clothes as he went along.

Soon, you were almost completely bare under him. The only thing keeping you from being fully naked was your lace panties. An obvious wet spot covered the thin piece of fabric, which made Rip lick his lips.

“Look at you, Darlin’. So pretty for me.” He said in his gruff voice, his fingers running feather light over your thighs.

His touch made you shiver, a small whimper leaving your lips. You couldn’t help it, your body was so reactive to him. He always made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

Rip’s fingers inched closer to your panties until his thumb was right over your clothed clit. He applied just a little pressure, reveling in the moan he pulled from your lips. In one swift motion, he pulled your panties off your legs. You were now completely bare under him.

His eyes immediately went to your soaked folds, licking his lips at the site. He ducked down and made himself comfortable between your thighs. He looked up at you right as his lips connected with your clit.

You threw your head back with a loud moan as he began sucking, his skilled tongue making circles around your throbbing clit. Your hands went to his hair, holding his head in place as his tongue lapped through your folds.

Your fingers tugging at Rip’s hair caused him to moan against your clit, sending vibrations straight to your core. A loud gasp left your lips when he pushed a finger into you. His mouth continued to circle around your clit while he added a second finger and thrusted them in and out slowly.

That familiar heat started pooling in your lower stomach, your moans getting louder. Rip knew you were close so he didn’t stop. He picked up the pace of his fingers, making a ‘come hither’ motion that had you seeing stars.

“Come on, Baby. Cum for me. Let me hear you.” Rip said to you, immediately going back to your clit afterwards.

You came on command, loudly moaning his name. Rip smiled when he felt your walls fluttering around his fingers. He kept thrusting his fingers into you, getting you through your high. He pulled his fingers out of you when you came down, licking your juices off of his hand. He loved the taste of you, it was like a drug he could never get enough of.

“So pretty for me, Baby. My pretty girl.” He praised you, loving the soft moan that came out of your mouth at his words.

“Please, Rip…” You whined, watching him take off the rest of his clothes. Your eyes were locked on his member as he stroked himself a little.

“Shh shh. You’re okay, Darlin’. I’m gonna give you what you need.” Rip cooed, his gruff voice sending shivers down your spine.

Rip moved up your body, leaving wet kisses against your skin. He propped himself up with his hands on either side of your head, caging you in as he looked down at you. You reached up to wrap your arms around his shoulders and pulled him down to kiss you.

Rip lined himself up with your dripping entrance while he kissed you. He slowly pushed into you, his size stretching you open. You moaned into his mouth, loving the slight burn his size gave you.

He stayed still for a moment, letting you get used to him. No matter how many times the two of you had been intimate, you still had to get used to his size. He left gentle kisses on your neck while he waited patiently for you to adjust.

When you were ready, he slowly pulled out almost all the way. Before you could whine in protest, he thrusted back into you with more force. You moaned in surprise, your eyes fluttering closed as he fucked into you with a slower pace.

“There you go, Sweetheart. This what you wanted?” Rip asked softly in your ear, nipping and sucking at your neck.

“Yes, Rip…Oh fuck!” You whined, crying out in pleasure when his tip hit your g-spot.

Your cry of pleasure only fueled him further. He picked up his pace, hitting your g-spot with every damn thrust. Your brain went fuzzy as you wrapped your legs loosely around his waist to pull him impossibly closer.

Rip decided to change the position and lifted you so your chest was pressed against his. You both moaned in unison, his cock nestled so deep inside of you. He began lifting you up, guiding you to ride him. You started bouncing on him, letting him guide your pace as he squeezed your hips.

“Look at you, Baby. Such a good girl for me. Want me to give you a baby? That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be so full of me that it’ll give us another baby?” Rip spoke against your ear, massaging your hips as he thrusted up into you.

You moaned loudly, clenching down around his cock involuntarily. Rip hissed from the feeling, loving the way you tightened around him. He was so close to release, and he knew you were as well.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, Darlin’.” He groaned, his hands squeezing your hips tightly.

“I’m so close, Rip!” You cried out, rolling your hips when you couldn’t ride him anymore.

Rip took over again, thrusting up into you at a pace that, once again, had you seeing stars. He moaned when he looked down and watched his cock slide in and out of your perfect heat. He reached between your legs and began rubbing circles on your clit.

“Cum for me, Sweetheart. Let me feel you.” He whispered in your ear, applying more pressure to your clit as his thumb continued rubbing circles.

The pressure he applied was more than enough to send you over the edge. You cried out his name, throwing your head back while your thighs began to tremble. Strings of moans left your lips, your body going limp in his arms as your walls fluttered around him.

Rip thrusted up into you a few more times, fucking you through your intense release. With one more thrust, he held you down on top of him and spilled his release inside of you with a groan of pleasure. He held you there for a moment, letting you calm down.

“That’s a good girl. You did so good for me, Darlin’.” He cooed in your ear, rubbing your back in a soothing motion.

You leaned forward and nuzzled your face into his neck, your breathing heavy. A soft whine left your lips as he gently lifted you off of him. He laid you down next to him, a shit eating grin on his face when he saw his release begin to drip out of you.

Rip used his fingers to gently push it back inside of you, softly shushing you when you whined and squirmed from the overstimulation. He got up to get a washcloth and brought the damp cloth back to clean you up.

When he was done cleaning the both of you up, he laid down next to you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. You let out a content sigh and smiled when you felt his hand splayed across your stomach.

“It’ll stick this time. I just know it.” You said with a tired smile, turning over in his arms to look at him.

“Well I hope it does, Sweetheart. I can’t wait to see you carrying our baby again.” Rip told you, his hand gently rubbing circles on your stomach.

“I love you, Honey.” You whispered with a small giggle.

“I love you too, Baby.” Rip whispered back, pulling you even closer.

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep in his arms. He just had his hand on your stomach, rubbing soothing circles on your skin until he fell asleep with you.

This time would stick. You would get another baby. You both just knew it.

#rip wheeler x reader #rip wheeler #rip wheeler yellowstone #rip wheeler smut #rip wheeler fluff

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everythingimagines · 2 years

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The untouchable girl // Eddie Munson

Summary: Could Dustin possibly help Eddie with his hopeless crush?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader

Warnings: swearing?

A/N: back again obsessed over Eddie Munson, disclaimer I'm still not a native English speaker so please be nice about my grammar. I also hate to re-read what I wrote so if something is not understandable sorry.

Y/N Y/L/N wasn't an ordinary student at Hawkins High. She in fact created one of the biggest dramas the school has ever seen while being the daughter of the principal.

In her freshman year, Y/N became a cheerleader and seemed to have a perfect life. She was beautiful, smart, popular and of course like almost every cheerleader she had a basketball player boyfriend.

Her makeup and outfit were always perfect and the way she walked in the halls, it was like a breath of fresh air. Until that one day at the end of May.

After the Hawkins Tigers had another massive win in the season of course they went to celebrate. Y/N had to miss out on the party, her mother insisted that she had to be home for a big family dinner because of some relatives she didn't even remember. She had been taught to be a good girl and had no intention to go against her mother for a stupid party. Maybe she should have.

The next day in school was a living hell, everyone was talking about how her boyfriend fucked her best friend at the party and even though they both tried to deny it to her, the hickies on their necks weren't lying. What happened next was something that shook the entire school. Y/N slapped both of them and tried to rip out Tiffany's hair. She got suspended, kicked out of the cheerleader team and we don't even want to get started on how mad her mother was.

And that was when Y/N decided that she didn't want to be the picture-perfect golden kid anymore. Her grades did not drop, but her style changed completely. Not just in clothing and makeup. She was still kind (mostly), but cared less about people's opinions and wasn't scared to stand up for herself or someone she loved.

That's how she somehow became friends with the Hellfire Club. Some dumbass basketball players were bothering Mike Wheeler and Dustin Henderson after school, all Y/N knew was that they were freshmen and complete nerds. Which is not a good combo.

"Look man why can't you just leave us alone, we literally did nothing to you." - begged Dustin.

"Yeah, Chris, why can't you just leave them alone?" - joined in Y/N.

"Oh look, who it is. The one and only Y/N Y/L/N, cheerleader to a little noisy bitch." - laughed Chris until Y/N went and punched him right in the face. But more importantly right in front of Eddie Munson.

"Woah, Woah, Woah what is going on here Henderson?"

"Chris was bullying us and Y/N hit him."

"Y/N? The principal's daughter saved your asses?"

"Is that so unbelievable Munson?" - Y/N joined their conversation.

"You standing up against another basketball dickhead? No, but judging by your shoes your high heels weren't made for fighting."

"Well, you shouldn't judge a girl by her shoes, Munson. But from as much as I know about you, you probably don't have much experience with any girl." Y/N walked past him, shoulders touching.

As Y/N was rolling her eyes, Eddie felt himself falling for her. He had a crush on her since the first time he saw her but this new Y/N is even better.

"Dude, you have a weird look on your face."

"Shut up, Henderson."

Eddie in fact did not had much sleep that night. He was way too focused on how could he ask Y/N out when ever since Andrew broke her heart no one could ever get close to her. Anyone who asked her out had been brutally rejected. Eddie did not wanted to go through that so he created his "evil plan". From what she did, Eddie suspected that maybe she has some sympathy towards Henderson and Wheeler which is good because he's friends with them. The plan was easy, Henderson somehow needs to befriend her, and then maybe if Dustin talks enough on his behalf Y/N would slowly start to like him and will say yes if he asks her out. After all, she has to have a heart somewhere under that wall she created.

"Eddie, with all respect you have no chance with her and this plan will never work."

"Henderson, with zero respect, I don't give a shit please just try it."

"Alright, I will because we're friends but don't have high hopes."

At lunch break after a lot of teasing from Eddie, Dustin approached Y/N.

"Heeey, Y/N!"

"Hi, um..."

"Oh right, my name is Dustin Henderson. You can call me Dustin. I-I didn't have the chance to thank you for saving us from Chris."

"It's honestly nothing that you need to thank for Dustin. I don't like seniors bugging freshmen it's pretty annoying and unfair."

"Yes, but still, you were the only one who stopped."

"People can be cruel when it's not their problem. Do you want to sit down?" Y/N was alone at her table at the moment, her best friend Jessica was absent for the day. After a quick glance at Eddie - who looked pretty nervous - Dustin sat down to eat with her.

"Sooo Dustin... Why exactly did Munson send you here?" - asked Y/N while casually looking down at her food while Dustin choked on his own.

"Wha-what are you talking about?"

"Oh please, when I was 6 I was at the beach with my older sister and her friends, that was the first time we were alone without parents and she immediately made me ask a boy out for her. Cut the bullshit Dustin, I like you don't make me mad."

"Agh Y/N, he's gonna kill me, I promise I told him it was bullshit and it won't work. He has a crush on you but he has no idea how to ask you out because he's afraid that you will reject him."

"Ohohoho so the big Eddie Munson is afraid of me rejecting him?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"Well, this should be fun" - chuckled Y/N as she stood up and started walking towards the Hellfire Club's table while Dustin was muttering 'shit, shit, shit" in the background.

"Munson can we talk in private?" - Eddie was shocked to say at least when Y/N popped that question.

"You know I really don't appreciate you sending that child to make me soft so maybe I'll date you" - Eddie acted dumb for some time but had to give in.

"Okay, I'll admit it wasn't my brightest idea but I was up all night thinking about how I could get close to you without you pushing me away."

"You did what? Eddie Munson the guy who gives the least fuck about anything in the world was up all night thinking how could he ask me out?"

"Well, get ready Y/L/N because I'm about to spill a lot of my secrets. Do you remember when you said I have no experience with girls? You were right, but do you want to know the reason why? The reason is that I had feelings for you since the first time you walked into this goddamn school, I kinda wished that you will be close to me somehow even though I knew that I couldn't have you. You had to go and date that dickhead because that's what cheerleaders do, date basketball players. It was breaking my heart when he cheated on you, I wanted to make him regret what he did to you but we haven't even spoken a word Y/N. I thought that it will go away, it's just a stupid crush but it's been three fucking years and you just became more and more wonderful. I try to act like a tough guy but on the inside, I'm really not. After all this shit I just spit out I'm really embarrassed so please either tell me how I can win you over or reject me nicely so I can try to move on with my life."

It was probably the first time Y/N was speechless ever since the cheating scandal, it was also the first time when her heart fluttered again with love for a boy. Not trusting herself with words this time, Y/N decided to embrace Eddie in a massive hug. He needed a few seconds until he realized what was going on but then hugged her back just as strongly. After a while, Eddie felt a drop of tear on his neck coming from Y/N.

"Hey, are you alright?" - he asked softly.

"Please don't give up on me." - Y/N answered still sniffling into his neck.

"I would never princess."

That was the start of the beautiful relationship between Y/N Y/L/N and Eddie Munson. From that day, Eddie picked Y/N up every single morning, brought her flowers every Monday (from God knows where), and did everything in his powers to win her over even if we were talking about bringing her chocolate when she was on her period or just simply being her island when everything went wrong. Eventually, with her help, he finally graduated in 1986 and left the good old Hawkins behind to start their new life. Let's just say, Eddie did not regret waiting three whole years to be with her. The sight of her cooking breakfast in his Hellfire Club shirt while their daughter sat on her waist made every single moment worth it.

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson

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🏹 ˖ ࣪⊹ — i’m just a creep

pairing: mike wheeler x fem!reader

summary: inspired by ‘creep’ by radiohead (it was released in the 90s but here it was released in the 80s)—highschool begins and mike feels like he’s losing everything and everyone, he never knew he would lose you too

warnings: arguement, confrontation, mike hating himself

age of pairing: 14-15

this was the third time this month you had blown off a date with mike for cheer practice or a stupid basketball game. you begged him that you could make it up to him but with what? another date that’ll just end in another apology where mike can’t do anything but say ‘it’s ok’ and blame himself?

you tried convincing him that it was mandatory for all cheerleaders to attend every practice and game or else they’d be kicked off the team. mike knew that, but it still didn’t help the fact that he was standing in front of your gray front door with a small bouquet of your favorite flowers.

he looked at the small note attached to the yarn holding the flowers together. “to y/n, love mike” he held onto it until ripping it off and stuffing the note into his left pocket. you probably wouldn’t even had noticed. “oh mike! this is a surprise?” your mom opened the front door with a bright smile ready to greet her daughters boyfriend.

“hi mrs. y/l/n, is y/n here?” mike asked full of hope but his bubble of expectation was popped with the harsh wake-up call from reality. “she’s not here sweetheart, i thought she was with you at the basketball game down at the school?” she wondered. mike bit his tongue and wished he hadn’t knocked on the door, but he just lied through his pearl white teeth, “oh yes i forgot! ill meet her down there now! just keep these flowers here then,” handing the flowers to your mom.

he turned and got on his bike, of course you were at the school. probably surrounded by the populars and jocks who loved you. loved you more than mike did now. he went down the small hill to the school and parked right outside of the school. the loud noise of cheering and rooting was heard from outside and mike was hesitant to enter the school.

he swallowed his regret and walked into the hallway. he faced the roaring gym and walked through the back, sneaking a seat near dustin who was here to root for lucas. he apologized for not being there because he had a date with you but since you blew him off, he had no choice but to go to you and lucas happened to be there too.

“i was wondering where you were, your girlfriend’s here,” dustin remarked, looking at mike’s annoyed expression. “yeah i’ve heard,” mike muttered and searched the cheer team for your familiar face. “what’s wrong?” dustin asked, sensing the irritation in his tone. but mike didn’t respond because he found you. he saw you on the sidelines with the rest of the cheerleaders, waving your pom poms in your uniform and cheering for the team.

you didn’t spot him yet, you were too focused on the game. your feet hurt and limbs were sore from practice all week, you wished the game just ended already. win or lose, you didn’t care at this point. all these things were stuck in your head that your date with mike completely slipped your mind but you didn’t realize it yet.

luckily in your favor, the game ended soon after your complaints with the tigers winning 46-38. all the cheerleaders rushed to the center of the court and were celebrating, hugging and kissing their boyfriends while you watched from afar. you still were celebrating like the rest of the gym until one of the basketball players named jason decided to pick you up. you gasped but before any of your refusal, he already put you down and side-hugged you.

mike kept his eyes on you. he saw the way jason hugged you and how you didn’t push him off, you didn’t even move or wince at his actions. he quickly looked away in fear of you seeing him and he walked out of the loud gym. when everyone else was shouting and jumping up and down, he rushed out into the hallway and leaned against the wall.

you could feel jason’s sweat coming in contact with your skin and his stench was unbearable. he was hyper, yelling and shouting to his teammates that they did a good job. you pushed him away and he barely noticed, he was too engulfed in himself. you needed some air and paper towels after getting hugged by jason, pulling yourself away from the crowd and stumbling out into the hallway.

you accidentally bumped into someone on your way to the girls restroom. “oh sorry—mike!” you jumped when you looked up to find out that it was your boyfriend. “y/n,” he said your name without the enthusiasm you had said his with. “so did you see the game or did you stand here the entire time?” you asked so cluelessly. he scoffed and looked away, did you not see him at all? was he that invisible to you now?

“yeah i saw just the end of the game, i missed the first half because i went to your house,” mike dismissed, guilting you without you even knowing. “my house? did you forget something there or—oh. shit, mike—” you realized the second your brain cleared out the thoughts about your sore feet or sweaty uniform.

“are you and jason a thing?” he asked, completely disregarding the previous topic. “what—no!” you gasped at that shocking assumption. “oh really? then why was he out there hugging you like he was your boyfriend? y/n, you didn’t even push him away!” mike argued, pointing to the gym.

“i did! mike, i did. i pushed him away once my feet touched the floor! he picked me up and i immediately pushed him away and walked here,” you defended yourself, now getting frustrated. “oh yeah sure y/n,” mike mocked you sarcastically. he crossed his arms, “i saw you, okay? i saw you and him together, this random fucking basketball dude hugging you while i, your boyfriend, was on the sidelines. standing at the bleachers watching you two like i’m at the theater!” mike shouted defensively.

“but mike he’s just some dude, you’re my boyfriend!” you yelled back and pointed to his chest but when you looked up, he looked away and avoided your pleading eyes. “do you wish i wasn’t?” mike mumbled. you barely heard what he said under his breath so you asked “what?”

“do you wish jason was your boyfriend? or any one of those popular, good-looking guys? i mean they should be right!? you’re one of those popular, pretty girls now anyway, you’d fit right into the perfect society.” mike shouted while now you looked away and scoffed.

“because us dating just doesn’t make sense does it? imagine if i ran up and hugged you on that court, you’d probably push me away faster than you did to jason because i’m a loser. i wish i was mr. popularity or mr. cool too, okay?” he continued, lowering his voice but keeping his tone serious.

“i wish i was special, so fucking special. but i’m a creep, i’m a weirdo. what the hell am i doing here?! i don’t belong here.”

you stayed silent, scared to speak up now. but you weren’t embarrassed of mike because what was there to be embarrassed of? you wanted to tell him, but all of a sudden the gym doors opened and the basketball team was rushing out with the trophy in hand and lots of yelling and cheers.

you turned to see the cheer team following, three of the girls coming up to you and grabbing your arm, “come on we’re going to jason’s for an after party!” they gushed with smiles plastered on their faces. you looked back at mike who’s expression softened, “you should go,” he muttered. “but—“ before you could reply, the girls pulled you towards the team and you were pushed into the herd. even though your eyes stayed on mike behind you, he was soon out of sight.

but mike looked at you drifting away from the school and everyone else in it, including him.

mike looked at you, drifting away from him.

#*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧scwheeler #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler x you #stranger things #stranger things 4 #mike wheeler #mike x reader #finn wolfhard #st 4 vol 2 #headcanon #st4 #masterlist #mike stranger things

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gabigabigabby · 2 years

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out before midnight | steddie

dads!steddie x st(eddie) daughter!reader

synopsis: you and mike wheeler recently celebrated your one year of dating. knowing your dads steve and eddie, they don't really... approve of you dating. mike wheeler, especially.

category: father-daughter angst???

wc: 1.3k

tw: cussing

a/n: thanks to this tiktok for inspiring this blurb. basically in this timeline, mike and el never fell in love. i decided to use mike bc of THE WAY HE LOOKS UP TO EDDIE SM AND DRESSES LIKE HIM IT KILLS ME ACTUALLY. enjoy <3

you and mike have been laughing with each other the whole night. he came over at 9, an hour and a half after you and your dads had dinner together.

"kiddo, we're gonna go catch a movie together after dinner, okay. just me and your dad," steve had reminded. "if you're inviting mike or... any of the rats over, they've gotta go before midnight."

"swear to god if it's that wheeler boy..." eddie grunted.

"steve, that's too early!" you whined. "what if they want to stay the night?"

"hons, you have school at 8 tomorrow." steve advised calmly.

"listen to your dad, sweetheart," eddie's brown eyes pierced through your soul, they always do. "take the pick-up and send 'em home before midnight. we'll be back around then."

you groaned, taking the last bite of the steak steve cooked earlier. "yeah yeah." fifteen minutes later, after painfully watching your dads flirting, they decided it's your turn on dishwashing duty tonight. clearing all the plates and stacking them by your side on the sink, they went to their bedroom, probably to get changed and... i dunno, make out some more.

when eddie walked out, he was wearing steve's yellow sweatshirt with his regular black ripped jeans and usual white reeboks.

his hair was also in a low messy bun that you once mentioned looked "so rad" on him. "gee thanks sweetheart," eddie blushed. "you're the greatest daughter, you know that?"

on the other hand, steve wore a polo shirt, because when is he not? you once told him to stop wearing sweatpants when going out, and he said that you didn't have any business telling him what to do and what to wear. you always wondered why he gets triggered when someone comments on his fashion sense.

steve sat by the front door, slipping his feet into a pair of vans that once belonged to eddie at one point. eddie saw steve wear them all the time and eventually thought he should have them.

"who's driving tonight?" you had asked your dads, drying your hands with a cloth, leaning on the counter. steve and eddie locked eyes, before pointing at each other at the same time.

"oh c'mon steve, you promised you'd drive tonight!"

"eddie i didn't promise anything!"

you chuckled. "why don't you guys make out 'til you decide?" you shrugged. eddie and steve looked at you, brows furrowed, and then back at each other. they shrugged and before you knew it, you looked up and they were already closing the gap between each other. "oh my god, you guys, i was kidding!"

your dads shared a laugh. "we know, sweetie! just fuckin' with ya." eddie smiled.

"have fun, my pretty dads." you waved with a smirk on your face.

"you're such a kind karen today," eddie waved his hand forward. that analogy made you cringe. who the hell says kind karen? "do you want takeout, sweetheart?"

"we're getting takeout?" steve questioned, puzzled.

you scoffed in surprise. "takeout? yeah sure."

"okay we'll get you that 24-hour chinese you like, and we can have that as breakfast, i dunno." eddie smiled, asking you to toss his car key over.

"alright, well... thanks, pops," you chuckled, tossing the key over as you watch steve open the door. mike then appeared in front of them. "mikey? you're really early."

"excuse me- mikey?" steve said.

"really, kid? you invited him over already?" eddie threw his hands up, letting them land harshly on the side of his legs. "out of this trailer before midnight, wheeler. or... or you're out of hellfire."

"babe..." steve huffed, so done with eddie's dramatics.

"what?"

"c'mon, let's go," steve ushered eddie towards his car. "out before midnight, mike." mike only nodded before letting you walk around the counter so he could give you a kiss.

"swear to god if you guys are—"

"edward, let's go." steve pulled him back towards the car.

"what?! don't wanna catch them doin' it when we get home, babe!" you had heard your dad complain.

you watched your dads get into eddie's car, pulling out of the parking space. "miss you already! don't do anything eddie would do!" steve waved you and mike goodbye.

once you both were alone, mike slowly wrapped his arms through yours and around your waist. "soooo," he drags. "what are we doing tonight?"

"baby, i've got homework," you said, your hands running up and down mike's shoulders. you noticed his outfit. he looks and dresses just like eddie. the longer hair, the raglan tee, the black ripped jeans, the black converses?! god you could faint just by the sight of that. "god, the resemblance is uncanny."

"what is?"

"god mike, you look like my father." you giggled.

mike's eyes crinkled. "do you like it?"

"i dunno. should i?"

it's midnight. you totally forgot you had to get your boyfriend out of the trailer. you hear your dads come home. the sound of eddie's car engine turning off outside. the sound of steve's footsteps up the front porch. you figured eddie would have a smoke first before entering the trailer. just as you and mike were about to get up off the bed, you hear steve calling for you.

"sweetheart? we're home!" steve calls out. "mike better be out." his voice gets closer and closer with every word. before mike could even reach for the doorknob, steve swings the door open.

"jesus christ!" steve shouts, startling you and mike. "you're not out yet. i thought i told you—"

"midnight, yeah," mike nods in defeat. "sorry, lost track of time." footsteps were heard behind your dad, eddie appearing behind steve.

"baby, you oka— ah, wheeler," eddie's tone changes from worried to menacing in a split second seeing mike next to you. he didn't even get to kill his cig. "i thought i told you to leave by midnight or i'll boot you off hellfire."

"dad..." you tense.

"babe, he's leaving," steve puts his hand on eddie's shoulder. "i'll drive him, love, it's too late." steve nods at you. "c'mon mike."

mike smiles. "i'll see you tomorrow, y/n." he bends to your height to give you a kiss on the cheek before steve gently leads him out of your room.

"thanks, pops." you smile at steve.

steve's face lights up as he stops in his tracks and turns to face his boyfriend. "i'm pops now, babe," steve giggles to himself, sighing. "pops."

eddie waits until steve and mike are out the door before glaring at you. "about to boot your pretty little boyfriend off hellfire and suddenly i'm not pops anymore, huh, y/n? you and i are 'bout to have problems, young lady."

"yeah most definitely," you tease your dad. "steve is cooler than you. or should i say... pops?" you scoff and chuckle at your dad's change of expression from mad to grouchy.

"why don't you ask your pops to drive you to school tomorrow?" eddie glares dramatically, crossing his arms.

"bull. you'd never let steve drive me to school," you quip. "you want the whole school to know i'm eddie munson's daughter. you said that the first day."

eddie almost couldn't counter that comeback. "damn right you're eddie munson's daughter. and if mike wheeler or anyone dare lay a hand on my daughter, they're 'bout to get an ass whoopin' from the freak himself, you hear me?"

"loud and clear, sir." you grin, sitting up straight.

"goodnight kiddo." eddie was about to shut your door and leave you alone. until you call for him.

"dad, wait."

"yeah?"

"you know you're always gonna be my pops, right?" you smile at your dad, looking him in the eye. "fuck steve."

eddie chuckles, thinking to himself how lucky he is to have a baby girl like you. "yeah. fuck steve. i love you, sweetheart."

"love you more, pops."

#steddie #steddie angst #dad!steve harrington #dad!eddie munson #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington #stranger things 4 #stranger things angst

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 3 years

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Little Sneak

Gif credit @fybethandrip.

Requested by @stellarosedutton. I hope you like it. Thanks for the request.

Sorry I havent been writing and posting. Just havent had much inspiration or time. But hopefully I can get some out for you guys. Thanks for sticking around.

Taglist:@mysty-psycho

Sneaking out was easy, sneaking back in was the hard part. Since you lived with your father in the main house, it was tricky. But you made it work. You would leave around ten and sneak off to the destination and spent it with the man you weren't supposed to get attached too. Have some fun and then by morning you were in your room getting dress when your father came knocking on your door. Today was no different, except.

"Stay" Rip moaned, raking his fingers down your naked back. You two had just went another round before you had to head off.

"You know, I can't. If daddy finds me in the bed of his right hand man. We both in trouble". You slipped on your shirt, stood up and slipped on your pants. Rip huffed.

"Would it be so bad, that we're together"? Rip sat up in his bed, his chest muscles flexed as he folded his arms cross his chest.

"No. But we're not. We made a deal. Just fucking. No strings. That's what you wanted". You said putting your hair up in a ponytail.

"Things change"?

"Oh yeah? We've been doing this for about a year now. Why do you want to change it? It's working so good". You leaned over and pecked his lips. "Gotta go".

Rip jumped out of bed and snatched you up in his arms. You wrapped your legs around his naked waist. "Will I see you today"? He started kissing your jawline. His scruffy beard tickled.

"Depends. Have to see what John's plans are today for me. Yesterday he had me working at the office with Jamie. Worst five hours of my life". You giggled with a moan when Rip squeezed your ass and sucked on your neck.

"Tell him you need some sunshine. Put you to work with me". Rips tongue made it's way up your neck to your earlobe and flicked your earring.

"We wont get any work done". You moaned and grabbed his face smashing your lips to his. The heated makeout session lasted a good twenty minutes. The sound of boots hitting the front porch make you both glare at the door. Then a knock came.

"Rip, have you seen Y/N? She's not home. I don't think she came home last night". John's voice made your heart jump up in your throat.

"Oh fuck". You whispered. Rip put you down gently and whispered in your ear to go out the back. He'll keep your father busy, along with a few more kisses before you disappeared.

"Sorry, John. Just got out of the shower. Let me find my pants". Rip frantically searched for his clothes. They were torn off last night and threw across the room.

Rip opened the door, his pants half undone and his shirt unbuttoned. His hair all messy. Looked like he just got out between a set of legs.

"Sorry, to interrupt but have you seen her"? John looked around Rips house.

"Nah, cant say I have. I'll help you look. Just give me a minute". Rip nervously chuckled. He buttoned up his shirt and pants. Grabbed his boots, when he went to bemd down he saw your panties laying beside them. He snatched them up and placed them in his pocket. You may want them back.

"Ready". Rip threw on his jacket and settled his hat on his head as he walked down the steps to met John on the gator.

"Did she say she was going anywhere"? Rip asked the normal questions.

"No, I saw her last night and then I went to wake her up this morning. She wasnt there. I just hope she isnt sleeping with the ranch hands. That's all I need. Newspaper headline, Dutton daughter knocked up by the help". John scoffed. Rip looked at the woods, trying to remember if he wore a condom last night. This sneaking around is hard, he thought.

You ran into your room out of breath and hurried to get dressed. Grabbing a pair of jeans and a tshirt you threw them on. Stopping by the mirror you noticed four red purplish blotches forming on your neck. "Damn it, Rip". You laughed, covering it with makeup. Fixing your hair and throwing on some perfume to cover the scent of Rip and sex. You headed outside, there came John and Rip up to the house.

"Where you been"? John pointed to you with anger.

"I went for a run". You didnt lie, running from Rips place to the house was a exercise on it's own.

"You could've left a note. I was worried sick. Do you know what could've happened to you? My mind thought of everything plus some". John threw his hands in the air with a huff.

"I'm sorry, it was just around the ranch. I didnt know it would cause such worry. It wont happen again".

"You're right. Rips going to be your shadow. If you go so does he. Damn Y/N, you almost gave me a heart attack". John groaned, shaking his head as he entered the house.

You turned and faced Rip, who had a huge smirk on his face.

"I told you I had to go. But no Mr. Wheeler wanted a second round then a third and a makeout session. You're greedy. This is your fault". You poked his chest.

"Mine? I didn't see you stopping me".

"You know I cant say no to you or your penis. It's magic. You got a magic johnson". You both laugh.

"So, did he mention what we had to do today"?

"No. Normal chores I guess. Let's go feed". Rip headed to his truck with you behind him. He opened your door and you jumped in.

"I think these belong to you"? Rip dug in his pocket and pulled out your blue lace panties and handed them to you with a smirk.

"Thanks. Did you find my bra"? You snickered when Rips jaw dropped.

Rip blinked rapidly, he forgot something. "You forgot your bra? Where is it"? Panic started to overcome Rip. John could easily go into his house and find it hanging from his bed frame.

"I forgot a lot of things. My bra, panties, socks, I even think I left my vibrator". You laugh. You had introduced Rip to a vibrator last night. Let's say he came so much harder while he fucked you.

"I don't know why you brought it with you in the first place". Rip started the truck.

"You liked it and you know it". You smirk.

"It was different for sure". He laughed and headed down to the cow pasture. You smiled and took his hand in yours. This friends with benefits wasnt such a bad thing. Maybe you both wanted more just were afraid to say it.

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plaguedoctorsmistress · 2 years

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Old Testament!

(stuff I wrote ages ago and stories I absolutely despise.)

Narnia:

Taverns & Singers (Peter Pevensie x Reader) “Could you please write something where the reader is a poor singer in Calormen and Peter falls in love with her voice and then like Edmund and Susan and Lucy convince him to pursue her?”

Yellowstone:

Security Detail ( Rip Wheeler x Dutton! reader) Reader is a judge and one of the criminals she put away is after her, John orders Rip to play bodyguard until the issue is resolved. (Discontinued for the foreseeable future)

Young Guns:

Living Devil (Billy The Kid x Reader) Imagine being Alex’s daughter and having a crush on Billy but refusing to admit it, only for him to save you and your family from Murphy’s men.

Reign:

My Queen (Francis of Valois x reader) /blurb/ In which Francis turns down Mary, and instead plans to run away and elope with you.

New Testament!

(stories I wrote after high school or and the ones I like.)

Yellowstone:

House of the Rising Sun (Rip Wheeler x reader) Reader drunkenly admits her feelings for Rip.

Young Guns:

Peyote (Billy The Kid x Reader)* While traveling through the spirit world the reader and Billy decide to give in to their impulses.

Triple Frontier

“Wear whatever you want, I can fight.” (Benny Miller x Reader) When your boyfriend can only seem to whine about your outfit, Benny’s jealousy finally gets the best of him and he takes matters into his own hand.

Benny Miller x Reader who is obsessed with soccer (World Cup Special) : Title to be Determined

The Mandalorian:

Protective DinDjarin x PrincessReader: The Death and Resurrection of the Princess of Yúna (Masterlist)

Din Djarin x Reader (Beauty and the Beast AU) : Title to be Determined

Battinson:

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince (Bruce Wayne x Female OC) In which the Batman has to deal with a cannibalistic serial killer all while trying to get a (retired) war correspondent off his ass.

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 3 years

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COSMIC - S3:E1; Chapter One, Suzie, Do You Copy? - [Pt. 3]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

Summer brings new jobs and budding romance. But the mood shifts when Dustin’s radio picks up a Russian broadcast, and Will senses something is wrong.

A/n: HAPPY [belated] 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 DAY!

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*✲ﾟ*｡⋆ huzzah

||𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

"Wait, how do you know he'll go to his room?" Max whispered.

The six kids stand shoulder to shoulder, their backs glued to the wall of the dining room behind the lounge. There they stood, tucked away just out of sight until their target could make it to the other end of the house.

"My mom's gonna tell him to unpack, she's in on it." Y/n explains quickly in hushed tones, packing in closer towards Max so as not to be seen. "Now shh, I think they're nearly at the-"

BAM

The sound of the front door being thrown open was enough to make everyone jump.

"Dustin!" Mrs. Henderson scolds from the other room. "Easy, will you? What if Tews had been standing there?"

Eyes jump around the room at one another, sly smirks growing on everyone's faces when they heard the commotion. By the sounds of it, their plan had worked and Dustin suspected nothing. Will relaxed only slightly when he heard his friend's voice from the other room. And it was only when he began to imagine the look on Dustin's face as he was saying these things that made Will giggle to himself.

"Sorry, sorry," Dustin says half-heartedly.

Y/n wraps a hand over her mouth, desperately trying to hide an infectious laugh that they all eventually catch at his whine.

Sure enough, they each perk upon hearing the sound of his stomps as he makes his way down the hall in a pout. It is then five pairs of eyes lay steadily on Y/n, waiting anxiously for her next move as she stands at the very corner of the wall. Her head cautiously peeks around the corner with a level of stealth and commitment they couldn't help but admire. Several moments pass before she beckons the party with one lightning fast gesture and they all shuffle back around the corner and back into the living room under her tactful lead.

Once again they find themselves packed in against a wall, Will even finds himself glued to the brick of the fireplace that prods his spine in fear of being seen, but he stays quiet. Itching to use her abilities, Y/n's eyes land on her mother who still lingers by the front door, purse hanging from her elbow. Y/n's friends all follow her gaze to see Mrs. Henderson collecting her keys and reaching for the doorknob.

She smiled at her daughter and her friends and began talking in a not so quiet whisper.

"I'm running late for my appointment-"

Y/n shook her head frantically from beside Max, eyes wide as her arms began waving desperately to quiet her mother as they all were doing. Claudia giggled to herself quietly, eyes going wide as she realized her blunder and mouthed a 'sorry'.

"Hey, Dusty-!" She called, eyes still saying trained merrily on the kids she was in cahoots with.

"...yeah?"

"I'm sorry I can't stay sweetie, but I'm running late. I'll be back by three. I love you! Glad you're home, and say hi to Tews, okay? She missed you!"

The sigh that left Dustin was powerful enough to be heard from the front room, eliciting even more hushed laughter among the group. Though Claudia failed to see, that for the kids, their laughter was more nervous than anything as they silently plead for her to leave in fear of her giving them away.

"Okay, love you too!"

Mrs. Henderson turned back to the lot and winked, pulling open the front door and continued to whisper to them with a blissful ignorance.

"Mac 'n Cheese is in the fridge if anybody wants some." She turned her attention towards Y/n, who looked as if she was ready to melt into the floor. "I love you Pumpkin, have fun."

And with that, Claudia disappeared outside, leaving the party—save for Y/n—with the impossible challenge of not giving themselves away. Lucas was biting his knuckles to keep from laughing, Max was giggling breathlessly into his arm and El and Mike were having just as much luck keeping quiet. Y/n buried her face in her hands and it was a bit easier for Will to swallow his laughter.

Eventually, the moment passed. Just in time too, as the worst of the laughter subsided, the group of friends could barely make out the sound of Dustin talking to himself. Yurtle, they realize, he must be talking to Yurtle.

"At least someone's happy I'm home," he said somberly, and the six of us all shared mischievous smiles. "My own sister isn't even here. She's probably sucking face with Byers somewhere," he sighed.

Y/n's cheeks burned and her jaw dropped. It was the others’ turn to stifle giggles and she looked around shocked and frankly, quite annoyed. Will, of course was the only exception, to which the poor boy’s face could rival a beet. In fact, all he could find himself doing was looking to everyone wide eyed shaking his head, as if to defend his himself and his whereabouts in that very moment. This only made everyone laugh more, and in that instant Will could feel the blush in his cheeks spreading and stinging down his neck and shoulders.

Y/n didn't appreciate that comment much either, and her embarrassment had a very different outlet they quickly found; she looked ready to pounce after Dustin but luckily Max had caught her and held her back. Not without pulling her hands away in a hiss, shaking them out a little. Y/n grumbled something to her, what Will assumed to be a 'sorry' and everyone else knew at once her powers had unintentionally stung Max.

In moments, the air falls silent as the opportunity presents itself. And for the second time in several moments, the party of Max Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, and El Hopper look down the line expectantly at their seventh member, Y/n Henderson as they wait for her signal. She met their gaze individually before taking a quick breath and closing her eyes. They all watch—Will especially who was completely transfixed—as several waves of heat seeped out of her in steady bursts. Each of them felt warm bursts on their skin almost instantly that kissed the air and moved anything it and everything it could—including Max's hair, prompting the girl to bunch it up over her shoulder. She seemed equally as amazed as everyone else was; watching the room carefully as Y/n's powers slowly and carefully took over the house.

Little things started to move; first the books on the bookshelves just over their heads had started to scrape loudly against the wood. The iron tongs by Will's feet began to rattle loudly, a steady clang that Dustin was sure to hear. Then they all felt it. The shake in the ground that one could barely make out if they tried hard enough.

Will found himself smiling so hard it hurt.

Y/n's was getting better at controlling it, and Will couldn't be more proud. Or in awe.

"What the...?"

On cue, everyone aside from the Henderson girl all looked over at El at the other end of the line, opposite Y/n. Her eyes were already closed and that's when the first beeps and whirs coming from Dustin's room could be heard. Mike recognized a few; like R2D2 and the cymbals from that creepy Jolly Chimp he despised but most of them just seemed like garbled voice boxes. And they could all still feel the rumble in their feet and that's when Will looked back at Y/n.

Veins beneath her skin were starting to show themselves around her lips and eyes from what he could see, but they weren't nearly as visible as they used to be. His eye contact on her was stolen away by Lucas who instantly shared the same thought, the two of them grinning and biting back laughs when he heard Dustin getting closer.

"It's just a dream." He told himself. "You're dreaming."

The rumbling grew more intense, her hold on the world beneath her began to spread past her property without her knowing and everyone was shocked to hear a car alarm go off in the neighbors driveway. Y/n's eyes ripped open, but the shaking continued with few faltering moments. Carefully and with her back glued to the brick wall of the fireplace, she poked her head around the corner only to jump back. She sent everyone a reassuring nod, her eyes zoning into a spot across the room as she kept her focus. With an iron grip on reality that she clung desperately to, Y/n slowly but surely reeled in her grip on the world around her, trying her best to keep it tethered to the boundaries she had mentally built to keep her powers contained.

A skill she was still learning how to hone in the past few months. Something she quickly found with her powers, and her potential, and how closely they resembled a dam. A dam once broken, was hard to rebuild and her safety relied on keeping her powers from spilling.

Only moments had passed, and so it would appear to Y/n, she was the only one to notice her small panic. But time marched on and so did the plan.

"Now!" Mike whispered.

In perfect sync, Y/n and El both stopped and so did the commotion they had caused. The room had stopped shaking and the toys had stopped making noise. Will sent a quick glance Y/n's way; she looked winded but more excited than anything which relived him greatly. He would have had to have been to dead to miss her panic, and he was glad she had powered through.

Silently as a mouse, she motioned the party to follow her and they all complied, as light on our feet as possible.

Lucas handed Y/n a corner of the banner as the party entered the lounge, the six friends creeping on their toes. Just as they all had hoped, Dustin was bent down in the carpet investigating the army of toys El had commanded, a display they welcomed eagerly enough that they completely glossed over the can of hairspray in Dustin's left hand.

Y/n brought her party blower up to her mouth as they all did, and Max silently counted down from three as Dustin stood to his feet.

Three...

Two...

And-

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

Y/n jumped back and stumbled into Will's arms as she covered her ears, dropping the banner in the process. Reflexively, Will hugged her tight to his chest as his arms encapsulated her, pulling himself and her both away from Dustin's line of fire with his eyes squeezed shut. Dustin was still screaming and so was Lucas, eardrums were bursting and Max had to intervene to pull Dustin out of shock and to Lucas's aid.

Poor Lucas was still screaming as he clutched his eyes, now collapsed to his knees on the carpet. Y/n, Will, and Max rushed over, Y/n dropping to her knees to help as everyone looked up at Dustin gawking.

"Dustin! What the hell?"

Dustin was still in shock, looking back and forth between the banner, the can in his hand and Lucas. Y/n manages to stop Lucas's screaming and wipes the most aggressive pools of hairspray from around his eyes and his eyebrows with her thumbs to keep any more from getting in. She winces as he panics and tries her best to calm him down. Weakly, he tries to bat away her hands but none of it works.

"Don't do-! OW, OW OW! You're rubbing it in!" He cries.

"No, I'm not! I'm not touching your eyes! I'm cleaning your- STOP MOVING! More will get in if I don't get it off your forehead!"

"No, it won't-aaahhh!"

"You'll need to flush your eyes,"

Lucas immediately freezes, all efforts to bat her away halt but his eyes remain screwed shut and watering profusely. To the best of his ability, he gives her a stern look, not realizing he is missing Y/n completely and glaring at the tempered glass window behind her.

"Uh, no way."

Y/n looks up at Max, and without saying a word, Max Nods. Stepping forward, she hooks her arm under Lucas's shoulder pulling him up to his feet and drags him away around the corner, Lucas protesting the whole way.

As they do, all remaining attention turns to Dustin, expressionless. Y/n stands up and rips the can out of his hand, sending him a glare before looking at it. A funny look crosses her face and she looks back at him, any trace of anger lost in amusement.

"Why do you have Farrah-"

Dustin's eyes widen in a panic and he rips the can from her hand before she can finish.

"Thank you guys so much for the surprise!" He laughs nervously. "That was, uh- you guys, eh, you guys got me. Yeah. That was good. That was cool. Hey, SORRY ABOUT THAT LUCAS! MY BAD!"

He takes off for the kitchen, calling after Lucas leaving Will, Y/n, Mike and El in confusion. A knowing look flashes across Y/n's face as she crosses her arms and she calls out to him before Dustin can disappear around the corner.

"Speaking of," her voice full of mischief when she connects the dots. "Steve says hi~!"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

A stubborn summer breeze swept through downtown Hawkins, bringing with it several dried up leaves that still lingered from autumn as well as the occasional rogue flyer and yet this was the most populated it had been in weeks. All that was missing from the desolate wasteland of a scene was a tumbleweed strolling down the road.

Joyce Byers stood alone in the window of Melvald's as she strung up what seemed to be the hundredth variation of the store's discount sale sign as she stood atop a small step ladder. The radio spilled a soft tune into the store, no one else was around to hear it so Joyce didn't feel so bad about turning it up.

The store's bell rang much to her surprise, bringing her attention to the door. She found herself smiling a little at who stood in the entrance and she muttered a soft greeting.

"Hey," Hopper said, fidgeting with his hat. "You busy?"

Joyce secured the tie on the banner and her shoulders slacked in shrug. "You're our first customer, so..."

Hopper can't seem to meet her eye, the pit in his stomach as stubborn as the unsettling image of the previous night playing over in his head that twisted his gut. He doesn't have to say anything for Joyce to understand his dilemma. She doesn't bother to hide her exasperation with him either and she cocks her head and gives him an unimpressed look as she scoffs.

"What now?"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"And then El, she just... slams the door. Right in my face."

Hopper sits on an semi empty shelf, hands wrung together as he scowls at the pack of markers across the isle from him. Joyce casts a glance at him every now and then to show she's listening as she continues to work, not at all surprised by what she is hearing. Or why Hopper is mad. Yet still, she hardly bothers to show enthusiasm as she marks the price on her third package of Pro-Yo Yo-Yo's.

"Uh-huh," she mumbles, allowing Hopper to continue his rant.

"You know, it is that smug son of a bitch, Mike." He seethes, his bushy scowl never leaving his thousand yard stare. "He's corrupting her, I'm telling you."

The man is too upset and in his own head to notice Joyce make a small face at the accusation.

"And I'm just gonna lose it. I mean, I am gonna lose it, Joyce."

"Just take it down, Hopper," she eases, crossing over into the next isle.

"I need for them to break up." He declares suddenly, not unlike that of a pouting child.

"That is not your decision."

"They're spending entirely too much time together." He proclaims, standing up into a pace. "You agree with me about that, right?"

Joyce seems to think on this for a split second, a thoughtful frown written on her face as she pauses her work.

"Well, I mean, they're just kissing, right?"

"Yeah, but it is constant!" Feeling he hadn't made his point clearly enough, he steps forward and leans himself over a shelf. "It is constant. Okay? That is not normal, that is not healthy."

"You can't just force them apart. I mean, they're not little kids anymore, Hop. They're teenagers."

'They're not adults, either.' He thinks, angrily tossing a small rubber ball he had found up and down in the air as he paces.

"If you order them around like a cop, they're gonna rebel. It's just what they do."

"So what, I'm just supposed to let them do whatever they want?"

"No, I didn't say that." Joyce eases. "I think you should talk to them."

"No. No." Hopper sighs. "'Cause talking to them doesn't work."

Joyce fixes a stern glare on the man that she makes sure he sees. "Not yelling. Not ordering. But talk to them."

Hopper paces unsteadily, even shaking out his arms at the embarrassment that is already coming to him at the thought. This only worsen at what she says next.

"You know, like a heart-to-heart."

And yet, he stops suddenly. All trace of hostility replaced with uncertainty, and once again he fiddles with the hem of his hat.

"A heart-to-heart? What is that?"

"You sit them down and you talk to them, like you're their friend. I find if you talk to them like you're on their level, then they really start to listen."

Hopper leans tiredly against a support beam, anxiety bubbling up in his stomach.

"And then, you know, you could start to create some boundaries." She finishes.

"Boundaries," he contemplates softly, and Joyce nods.

"Yeah, but, Hop, it's really important that no matter how they respond, you stay calm."

Hopper rolls his eyes, something that does not escape Joyce. And despite her growing impatience with the man, she chooses to practice what she teaches and keeps her cool.

"You cannot lose your temper."

He uprooted his gaze from a spot on the ground and looks up at her, face still smushed against the support beam as he tries to entertain the idea.

"Did you have to do that with your boys?" He asks timidly.

The question paints another thoughtful look on her face as she recalls. But it's not long before she clicks her tongue and gives him a shake of the head.

"Not so much," she answers, marking another package of Yo-Yos before she interrupts herself momentarily. "I mean, not about this kind of stuff, no. I've talked to Jonathan some and he's a smart kid, you know. And Will, well, he's still pretty shy. I think he's getting used to this all this stuff still, I really don't think I have to worry about much for a while. But other stuff we've run into, like car payments with Jonathan or Will's chores... Both of their responsibilities around the house,"

She nods admittingly, sending Hopper an encouraging look.

"sometimes we need to rehash things like that, and I'll tell you, there's a lot less friction when you level with them."

Hopper watches his fingers as they steadily drum against the false wood of the beam, his mind racing and his dread building. In an attempt he knows is weak, he barely meets Joyce's eye and timidly asks.

"Maybe you could do it for me?"

Flabbergasted, Joyce shakes her head, mumbling several 'no's. Hopper steps forward eagerly, pleading with her.

"Yeah, you could. Yeah, you could," he says growing more excited. "You come over after work. Yes."

His feet spread far across the linoleum tile stretching his legs and lowering himself closer to her height. She only shakes her head further at his proposition, a small tug making itself known deep within her she can't allow herself to acknowledge.

"No, it only works if it comes from you," she says, jabbing the pricing gun on his chest that left a price sticker. She stops suddenly, a thoughtful look twisting her face that Hopper couldn't help but appreciate. "But..."

Joyce steps away and Hopper straightens, eagerly following her lead as she heads for her counter. "But?"

"Maybe I can help you," She pulls a pad of paper and pen from a hidden stack as she takes a seat, clicking the pen open as the words begin to accumulate in her mind. "find the right words."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"Ow, ow, ow. Ow!"

Lucas stands wincing under the steady burst of lukewarm water that fell from the Henderson's kitchen faucet. Max watches with a sympathetic wince as he straightens, blinking back the painful sensation that stabbed at his eyes. Water covered his face and soaked some of his shirt, and yet he could still feel the stinging sensation in his corneas but the worst of it had subsided thankfully.

And he could finally open his eyes little by little now, which was a start.

"Better?" Asks Max, wince still screwed tight onto her face.

He takes a deep breath as Y/n makes her way into the kitchen in a brisk walk, a washcloth she had retrieved from the linen closet in hand. Lucas continues to blink back the blurry vision he still can't quite seem to escape as Y/n shoves the folded washcloth under the water while keeping a tentative eye on Lucas.

He inhales deeply, swiping several droplets from his eyes.

"Still stings." He answers finally.

Max frowns, not knowing what much else to say other than mumble a soft sorry he barely catches. Y/n stops the water, and rings out the small towel thoroughly before stepping back out of the way and refolding the piece of cloth.

She looks between her friends, offering a similar sympathetic look as she pressed the cloth firmly between her palms to reheat the already cooling water. Her powers work effortlessly to warm the now wet washcloth before she hands it over to him.

"This should help with the stinging. Don't use it yet though if your eyes aren't properly flushed,"

He sighs, taking it gratefully and pressing it to his eyes. The act draws out a small hiss but still he keeps it close to his eyes, welcoming the sense of relief it brings.

"Again, sorry about that," Y/n says, smiling weakly.

Lucas nods with a tight lipped smile and Max turns to smirk at Y/n.

"You seem to know a lot about this," she inquires.

A tired scoff breaks loose and Y/n's eyebrows shoot up in a funny look as she concedes.

"Unfortunately this isn't the first time something like this has happened with Dustin. One time I got up to get a midnight snack and he didn't hear me. Long story short, I spent the next half hour getting his glass of milk flushed out of my eyes. Some weaponized hairspray isn't that much of a surprise, I should have known."

There's a small beat of silence between the three of them that is soon broken by Lucas. He still holds the pink and slightly tattered washcloth firm against his eyes and a prolong sigh deflates his whole body as he nods.

"Yeah." He agrees somberly.

Chuckles bounce between the three of them and Y/n gives Lucas a quick pat on the back and a smile Max's way before leaving the kitchen. She disappears down the hall and into Dustin's room with others, leaving the couple alone yet again.

Lucas pulls the cloth away finally, his eyes still screwed shut. Max watches as he tests the waters and peels his eyes open. He's shocked to find no more pain or lingering sting left on his eyes, as of it had never been there. The only trace there had even been anything wrong is the hot washcloth in his hands and the almost non existent numbing tingle he felt in his eyes and the skin around them where Y/n had insisted on cleaning.

Noticing the odd look on his face, Max cocks a brow and looks go Lucas a bit uneasily.

"What?"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"I call it the Forever Clock," Dustin beams.

Mike, El, Y/n and Will stood gathered in Dustin's room surrounding him and his bag of trinkets he had created. With a bright grin he gives the lever on the device a spin, several of it's wooden popsicle parts spinning an eclectic blade of plastic and metal that one could only describe to look like a windmill.

"Alright? Powered by wind. Very useful in the apocalypse."

He hands the clicking contraption off to Will as he excitedly reached for another device. Will seems the only one taken with the device, and he smiles down at it impressed as he gives it several spins. Y/n watches from his side as he inspects the inner working of the contraption and she smiles to herself at the sight before her attention was pulled back to her brother.

"Then, I give you..." Dustin pulled another device from his bag, his excitement growing. "the Slammer."

Y/n, Mike and El seemed rather confused by the hammer he had pulled out and now began to fiddle with. Several pieces of unidentifiable objects were attached near the bottom of the handle. And with one simple click, the hammer comes to life in his hands. It shook immensely and even rattled his arm and yet he still stuck it forward for all to see. It brought out an impressed look on Y/n's face, which couldn't be said for the others.

Mike merely leaned away from the tremoring hammer with an unimpressed look, and El who clung to his shoulder, her arms interlaced with his took a cautious step back as her eyes widened. Will hadn't noticed, much too preoccupied with the Forever Clock and nobody seemed to notice the whiff of mischief take over him. He smiled at Y/n who still held her eye on the Slammer, and brought the Forever Clock closer to her face as he spun it. The clicks and whirs grabbed her attention and she turned just in time to see him clicking it towards her face. A small chortle escaped as she pushed it away, a toothy grin overtaking both their faces in a moment only they noticed as he gently teased her.

Dustin had already moved on, discarding the Slammer back on his bed and exchanging it for his duffle bag.

"—this is my masterpiece."

As carefully as the weight would allow him, Dustin dropped the bag to the ground creating a clunky and muted thunk, breaking the spell over the young couple and pulling them back to the present. Everyone followed suit as Dustin joined his duffle on the carpet, reaching for the zipper.

"I would like you to meet..." the bag is unzipped, unveiling an underwhelming pile of metal and wire. "Cerebro."

Dustin waited for the excitement he felt to spread to the others, his cheeks beginning to hurt from smiling. But he was only met with unimpressed and rather confused expressions. Mike didn't hold back.

"What exactly are we looking at here?"

Dustin's composure held, much too elated and content with his camp experiences to let the lack of enthusiasm dwindle his spirits.

"An unassembled one-of-a-kind battery-powered radio tower."

"So, it's a..." Will stammered, trying to hide his confusion rather poorly. "a ham radio."

"The Cadillac of ham radios." Dustin reassures. "This baby carries a crystal-clear connection over vast distances. I'm talking North Pole to South."

Y/n's eyebrows shot up, a factor Dustin did not fail to miss and his chest swelled a little with pride at what she said next.

"Wait, seriously?" She looks between Mike and Will before back to her brother. "And you made this?"

He straightens immediately, his chin hiking as he sends his sister a nod. She returns her attention to the bag, eyes carefully scanning the pieces in thought. Y/n the most of all unprepared for what he had to say next.

"Yep. And I can talk to my girlfriend whenever and wherever I choose."

Y/n's head was suddenly ripped away from the bag at a speed so quick it was a wonder she didn't break her neck, her eyes growing the size of saucers to rival everyone else's.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Max and Lucas stand hunched over a tupperware of Kraft Mac & Cheese they had fished from the refrigerator, both of them fighting over territory with their own forks as the sea of macaroni quickly disappeared. Max takes a big bite, her eyes fluttering closed as she enjoys the impromptu lunch.

Lucas hums along with her, nodding his head as he thoroughly enjoys the cold leftovers. He shakes his head, defeated.

"This is pretty damn good," he admits.

Max hums an agreement, scooping up another small mountain of noodles as she does so.

"Wish we could have asked Y/n to heat it up for us though," Lucas frowns.

Max shoves the comment aside in her mind, and rolls her eyes. "There's a microwave right there,"

He shrugs innocently, his voice almost sad. "I know, but it's not as quick."

"Think we should save—"

Max stops midsentence when the sound of Y/n's muted voice echoes throughout the house

"WHAT?"

Lucas and Max freeze, even their jaws stop chewing as they frown in the direction her voice had come from. Slowly their heads turn to meet in an unsettled and worried gaze.

She couldn't know they were eating all her food, right?

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"Wait, so her name is Suzie?" Mike asks, close on Dustin's tail.

Backpack slung over his shoulders, Dustin coasts down the hallway, heading straight of the living room leaving the others not much time to catch up. Each of them had agreed to take sections of the cerebro in exchange for more information and a chance at talking to her if they helped him set up.

"Suzie with a 'z'," Dustin confirms, his heart fluttering at the thought of the girl he already missed dearly. "She's from Utah."

Without thinking, Will blurts out. "Girls go to science camp?"

And without missing a beat, Y/n sends him a bewildered and exasperated look as they scurry to stay on Mike and El's heels.

"You were single-handedly raised by Joyce Byers, how is it you keep asking things like this?"

Flustered at his mistake, he shakes his head and a sharp pang of guilt and embarrassment landed in his gut. Frantically, he shakes his head.

"No, sorry, that came out—" he sputters, shaking his head. "I meant there were girls there? Like wouldn't they keep them separate?"

Y/n sends him a flat and unimpressed look as her gaze slinks away from him and towards Dustin waiting for his answer.

"Yes and no." Dustin replies quickly, heading for the door much to the confusion of Lucas and Max who were still elbow deep in Mac & Cheese. "It's a boy/girl camp, but they house us separately, obviously."

"Is she cute?" Mike asks, genuinely excited for his friend.

"Think Phoebe Cates, only hotter."

El sends a confused glance to Y/n, silently asking for help. "Phoebe Gates?"

Y/n shrugs, swallowing the light hearted chuckle that came with El's mispronunciation. Easing her worry away, Y/n quickly mumbled. "A TV person." Which promoted a small, knowing nod from El as it clicked in her head.

"What's going on?" Max asked finally, as she straightened curiously.

One by one they began filing out the front door. El, Will, and Y/n the last to leave as each they lugged their own section of the cerebro. Y/n grew visibly exuberant as she all but skipped out of the door, the brightest spark of mischief dancing in her eyes.

"We're going to talk to Dustin's girlfriend."

Simultaneously, their forks dropped with a muted clang. Lucas, who up until this very moment had been quite invested in the Mac & Cheese sprang up from where he towered over the counter. Much too eagerly in fact as the back of his skull quickly met the underside of the hanging cupboards. And yet he was too stunned to care.

"—Girlfriend?"

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Yellowstone 3

Kayce Dutton

There's Another Girl For Him pt 2 - Monica confronts the reader and asks her about Kayce. The reader doesn't know what she is talking about but starts to be conflicted with what her heart is saying

There's Another Girl For Him pt 3 - Kayce and Y/n go up the summer camp and feelings become too hard to ignore. Some interesting news also comes along

I'm Worth a Shot - request from @timbradfordsboot Kayce Dutton request: reader has a crush on Kayce but won’t act on it due to who his dad & sister are. She’s also heard rumors about bad things happening at the Yellowstone. Kayce convinces her to give him a chance

Two Dutton’s in the Family - Request from mackleann on Wattpad. Kayce and the reader get married and on that same day Jaime tells John he has a son.

Awkward Conversation at 6am - John catches Kayce and the reader kissing in the kitchen in the early morning

Burning Desire for a Dutton - Request from Wattpad VOIDRANBOO - Reader is Rip’s best friend and is a secret relationship with Kayce. Beth helps get them together but they are both worried of how Rip will react

Is This You Asking Me Out - anonymous ask Reader is trying to sneak off to met her Stalker of a ex to tell him to stop calling her. Kayce shows up at the place where she's meeting the ex she's relief to see him.

When War Follows You Home - Navy reader x war time. Kayce and reader service together reader shoots a kid is having trouble dealing with it. Years later they run into eachother in the states.

The Sheriff’s Daughter - Kayce gets arrested and his girlfriend bails him out where he learns who her father actually is.

It’sAbout Time - Request from Wattpad mackleann Kayce or Lee ( you pick ) where the reader is a family friend who comes to help with the cattle branding. The pair confese their feelings and get teased by the bunkhouse gang

Breathe With Me - Request from @val2557 imagine of Kayce Dutton and he is helping the reader when she has a an anxiety attack when there is a lot of people at a dinner they are attending?

Two Baby Daddy’s - anonymous request where reader is pregnant after she slept with both Rip and Kayce which now makes her wonder who is the baby’s father

When She Comes Home Tonight - Request from Tumblr @child-of-of-the-sunshine How about a Kacey fic based off the song When She Comes Home Tonight by Riley Green

John Dutton

- requests open

We Got Nerves For Nothing - Readers a waitress john meets her while having coffee with the sheriff donnie haskell they hit it off immediately reader gets nervous about John meeting her child ( whatever you prefer ) only to find out John's nervous about her meeting his family and they laugh about it

Seven Morming Wake Up Call - anonymous ask John dutton and reader in bed after shes taken a pregnancy test " im too damn old for kids " John says " not old " reader says

Opinions of our Horse Trainer - your the new horse trainer and slowly reader and John fall for each other maybe Beth doesn’t trust her but Kacey likes her

Noisy Kids Can’t Ruin This - anonymous ask John and Reader have been dating for a year or longer now and they’ve been keeping it a secret from his kids, they sneak around like teenagers running through the house after hours sort of dynamic and sneaking through the ranch after hours. I’m thinking maybe they stayed up late and took two of the hours on a little “trip” and get caught by Rip and Beth and Kayce who come looking for the horses ?

Rip Wheeler

You Make Everything Better - Wattpad request Rebelmicheleamidala - Rip and the reader spend the evening at home on the couch just enjoying the night together cuddling

Wheeler's as Tough as a Beer - can u do a piece with rip x f! dutton reader when she's pregos with rips bby girl and she either have a little accident with a horse or in danger bc of one of the shows villains like beth

Don’t you have anything better to do - Wattpad request mackleann Rip and reader get married and they get teased by the bunkhouse guys

Giving second chances - Wattpad request from Silverose365 Reader is a trouble teen the state is having trouble with so after multiple failed foster families the state calls John. The reader accidentally messed up on a job and gets called out until Rip makes a different choice than her previous foster family's.

The rules of fighting…especially my wife - season 1 where jimmy got beaten up by Fred but instead of Jimmy could it be the reader is rips wife and she’s secretly pregnant with their second child and she protects her stomach and then revel to rip she’s pregnant again

He’ll go to the Train Station - anonymous ask Reader has a Stalker one night when the ranch is out doing something reader is alone at the ranch and the Stalker comes attacks her and rip gets a call from kayce after finding her

We’re All Family Here - Reader is Carter’s younger sister and she has a prosthetic leg and the reader is worried that Rip and Beth will kick her off the ranch if they found out. Wattpad request from - @Quackity_bwead

Lee Dutton

Wedding rings and a baby - Wattpad request from halidaehler2015 Lee and the reader get married because they have a baby on the way

Regardless They’ll Always Be Dutton’s - I just had an idea about a story that I think would be great. It would be a Lee Dutton x reader with alittle kayce x reader - request from @cookiez56-blog

Dutton Boys Got My Back - Anonymous ask Reader is drunk and she calls her friend jamie to come pick her up jamie tells his dad and brother reader calls and needs to be pick up at a bar so lee and jamie go when they gets there some guy was hitting on her and Lee saves her and jamie being a lawyer threatens him

Ryan

- requests open

He ain’t anything like you- anonymous ask where the reader is talking to them and she sees her ex over their shoulder and they notice her state maybe he hears them call her darling and think they are together.

Anonymous ask - How would Ryan react if you told him you were pregnant??

The Ranch Brought Us Together - @child-of-of-the-sunshine Okay so Ryan and Dutton!reader are engaged and she finds out he got branded after the whole Colby and Teter thing. That kinda the basis of what I was thinking 🤔

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could u do a image we’re maybe her mom is Joyce Byers she heading to work and then she catches them making out (she dating mike wheeler). Then she make Jonathan keep a eye on them while she goes to work then when she come back she talk to them. Sorry it that a lot to ask for.

Hello anon! Firstly, I’m so terribly sorry this took such a long time, I hope this is okay for you! The ending is a bit eh, in my opinion, but I hope you’ll find it satisfactory to your request.

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Summary: Reader and Mike are dating, but when Joyce - the reader’s mom - sees her and Mike kissing while on her way to work, what’s her plan of action to make sure her daughter is okay?

Pairing: Mike Wheeler x Byers!fem!Reader

Warnings: None, I think. I mean, weird styles of parenting maybe?

Word Count: 2.4k+

It was an odd life, the one you led, being the youngest of three with a single mom in a single-level, three bedroom home was certainly difficult, considering both your siblings were brothers, and also considering one of them just got back from, what you like to refer to as 'The Abduction Of Hawkins'. But it was okay, because you had Mike. Who you hoped one day would be considered the love of your life, the one boy whom you knew would always have your back, though, you had to admit, since you were all a bit shaken by The Abduction Of Hawkins, he'd been a bit overprotective lately. He insisted on walking you everywhere when you were outside of school, even when you had to just pick up something from the drugstore or run a simple errand that would take you five minutes at the most. It was getting on your nerves a tad bit, but you knew he had good intentions, which, combined with the fact that you didn't go many places, kept you from ripping your hair out.

Being the youngest meant you were also babied the most by your mother, which meant she was very skeptical of you going out with one of Will's friends, but over time, she began to trust him, and Mike took every chance he got to prove himself. Overall, you thought your mom genuinely believed you were both good kids, and trusted you both to a certain extent, but that didn't stop her from checking in with you every so often to make sure nothing was happening that you weren't ready for, or anything that she felt you couldn't handle.

Her concern was sweet, but it was a bit annoying when you were just trying to read in your room in solitude and she'd come in and sit down in your desk chair opposite of your bed, and you knew she was in her Talk Mode™. You knew when she did that, that she'd try to level with you, and you didn't think she realized how weird it was to have your parent try to pretend to be your friend, but hey, it could be worse.

Despite the day being in the mid seventies regarding temperature, there was a steady breeze that made it feel like the high sixties, which - you thought - was wonderful. It was September and you thought you spoke for all your friends and family when you said that you were sick and tired of the heat, and it was more than refreshing to get some air. You were walking hand-in-hand with Mike down the sidewalk, every so often letting your eyes fall closed and take a deep breath of the cool air around you. Of course, the purpose for this excursion was nothing more than running an errand for your mom, but nonetheless, it was nice to get out of the house in such lovely weather. Will was feeling rather under the weather recently, which was concerning, considering what had happened to him months before, but you pushed that thought out of your mind, and prayed that it was really, completely done and over with. You'd been tasked with getting Will some cough syrup, since there was only about another dosage left in the bottle, and it was quite clear that your brother would be sick for at least a couple days.

It didn't take long to get to the drug store and buy what you needed, and since you figured you had a little time, what was the harm in making a pit stop at the park? It was on the way to your house, and, as Mike argued, the weather was lovely. You wouldn't spend a long time there, you promised yourself that, and told Mike as such.

"Okay, darling," he brushed off the comment with a breezy agreement.

"No, Mike," you gave him a pointed look, sticking your pointer finger out to him in a scolding manner, "I'm serious. Will is gonna need this sooner or later, so we can't spend a lot of time dilly-dallying"

Mike slung an arm around your shoulders as you walked, "Okay, okay, I've got it. I just wanted to spend a little time alone with you, is all," he said, in a way that you knew he was apologizing for brushing you off earlier, so you leant into his side, lifting your head to press a small kiss to his shoulder. That caught his attention, and he shot you a smile, spotting a bench and leading the two of you over to it. Thankfully, the aforementioned bench was facing the opposite direction the wind was traveling, which gave you the advantage of the nice breeze where you were sitting. You both took a seat, you once again leaning into your love's side, allowing your head to rest on his shoulder as he tightened his grip on you only slightly. Lovingly.

"This is really nice," you expressed, letting your eyes fall closed and soaking in the perfect combination between warm and cool. Mike hummed in agreement, and you felt him lean down to give you a kiss, which you returned without hesitation.

It was by no means a long or heated kiss, but it still didn't escape the eyes of Joyce Byers, who happened to be driving to work for her shift at the store. She wasn't surprised, per se, by the sight of you together, in fact, you two had been closer than ever since the summer began. She was only worried about you, about her daughter possibly getting taken advantage of, like every mother worries about her child. She wasn't fortunate - or rich - enough to have a car phone, barely making ends meet by picking up shifts at the store, but as soon as she got to work, she made a beeline for the phone behind the register.

"Hello?"

"Johnathan, hi. How's your brother doing?" Joyce asked, keeping her voice low so as not to subject Will - or herself, for that matter - to anymore publicity, pity, or popularity regarding the incident that was still fresh in the town's mind.

"He's alright, all things considered. His fever went down a couple degrees"

"Good, good. Um, do me a favor, would you?"

"Sure, mom. What's up?"

"Y/n was out grabbing Will medicine with Mike. If they come back together, do you mind keeping an eye on them?"

On the other end of the line, Johnathan furrowed his brows, "Uh, okay. Dare I ask why?" he asked with a small laugh, though slightly forced.

"It's nothing, I'm just," Joyce paused, thinking for a moment, "I'm just worried about them, is all"

"Is that really necessary? I mean, I don't think they're gonna like me babysitting them the whole time they're here," Johnathan pointed out.

Joyce let out a sigh, "Just, please, do me a favor. And make sure your brother's alright"

Johnathan almost rolled his eyes on the other end, realizing he no longer had a free day, "Okay, mom. Have a good shift"

"Thanks, hon"

And with that, she hung up the phone and went to work.

As luck would have it, Mike and you did return to your house after sitting in the park, and as requested, you'd only been there for about ten minutes. Once you'd tiptoed past a sleeping Will to place the Robitussin on his nightstand, you rejoined Mike outside to hang out in the living room. Mike had suggested a movie, then outright refused to pick one out, because he claimed you had ‘nothing good’, despite your protest that your brother was his friend and into all the same shit as Mike, so it was likely that you had many movies that would interest him. Still, he pushed and you gave up, choosing a movie you'd seen a thousand times, but could never get tired of. It wasn't long into the movie when Johnathan emerged from his room, sending a quick wave to Mike and taking a seat next to you on the couch with a huff.

"So," he slapped his hands on his thighs, "What are we watching?"

You glanced at Mike, giving him a shrug, before turning to Johnathan, "Um, don't you have anything to do today?"

Johnathan shrugged, "Not until mom gets off from work, which should be in about," he pauses, looking down at his watch, "five and a half hours"

You groaned, letting your head fall back on the couch cushion, "And why specifically when mom gets off work?" you asked, tilting your head towards your brother.

"Mom asked me to look after you two," he said simply, like it was nothing, like you weren't at all too old for a babysitter. You supposed it could've been worse, today was one of the few days that your mother was working a six-hour shift rather than an eight-hour one. Though, it still didn't make much of a difference when all you wanted to do was spend some time alone with Mike. But, you had to grin and bear it, and when Mike left in a matter of three hours, Johnathan had been with the two of you, or close by, the entire time. You were just about ready to swing at your mother. But you had to make yourself calm down, so you retreated to your room, trying to decompress by putting on a few of your favorite records, and before you knew it, you were dozing off.

You awoke a while later, and the first thing you noticed was the room was now dimmer, it had to be late in the evening. Well, that was the second thing you noticed, besides your mother shaking your shoulder to wake you up. She had taken a seat opposite of your bed, pulling over the chair from your desk to sit in. Oh no, she was most certainly in Talk Mode™. You inwardly sighed - you really didn't feel like another pep talk - and sat up, stretching your arms over your head.

"Hey mom," you began casually, hoping to God that somehow she wouldn't want to talk to you about Mike at that moment. She could just be saying goodnight, you thought, but you knew that was a stretch, as it was… you glanced at your clock… fuck, 8:00 pm. "How was work?"

Your mother shrugged, "It was work, just glad to be home. But, I wanted to talk to you about Mike before you hibernate in here for the rest of the night," she added with a small chuckle, her tone not bitter, only in that deeply concerned tone that she always seemed to assume when it was time for a talk.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, giving her a bit of a quizzical look, "Okay. What about?"

Joyce sighed a bit, "Well, when I was on my way to work, I passed you and Mike in the park," Oh no, "and I was just worried about you, because I don't know if you're really ready for a relationship?"

Well, you credited her, at least, for not explicitly mentioning what you and Mike had been doing, though it wasn't that far on the spectrum, it still didn't make it any less awkward to hear about from your overprotective mother. You let out an internal sigh, knowing anything more than that would get you in trouble.

"Mom, I've told you before, I'm fine. I swear," you assure her, wishing to God that she'd just accept it and let you be. You weren't dumb, you knew what you were doing and you knew what you decidedly weren't doing.

"Yes, y/n, but you have to understand that I'm worried about you. I don't want you getting wrapped up in something that you don't know how to - or God forbid can't - handle," your mom worried, pinching the bridge of her nose. You sympathized, you did, but you needed her to understand that you could handle yourself, though it's the typical teenage thing to think that you know everything - and you didn't, you knew that much - you honestly believed that you weren't ignorant enough to get yourself into something that you couldn't figure out how to get yourself out of. And you hoped to God that you weren't being overly confident when you said that, because it would be a bitch to say that to your mother and be wrong. Not that she'd say anything childish like 'I told you so', but the overwhelming shame of insisting that you could handle something and being wrong about it in the end would've been almost too much to take in the end.

So you bit your tongue and nodded, mainly an attempt to get her to leave it alone, but also because you supposed you could see where she was coming from, if you had a daughter and she started dating early, you'd be worried too, and probably acting far more erratic than your mother was acting right now.

"Okay, I… I get it, mom. I'll be careful," you assured her, but she shook her head at you.

"No, no, y/n, I need to know that you understand. I've already given you many talks and I don't need to tell you again, and I know that Mike's a good kid, but I need you to promise me that you'll be careful, and that you won't let him convince you to do anything you don't want to do, or you think you're not ready for," Joyce insisted, and the more she spoke on the subject, the more you could hear the small dose of fear beneath her calm and firm exterior.

You nodded to her again, "Mom, I promise. Cross my heart"

With a sigh and a bit of a moment to get a hold on herself once more, your mom seemed to be satisfied with your answer. She nodded, then stood, and leant down to kiss your head, "Okay, okay. I'm sorry I worry so much, it's just that, you'll always be my little girl, even when you're thirty-five and married, I'm always going to worry about you," she says, and your heart squeezes a bit at the sentiment. The fact that no matter what, your mother will always be looking out for you.

"I know, I'll be smart about this, you don't have to worry"

Joyce stopped when she reached your bedroom door and turned to face you, giving you a trusting, albeit tight, smile, "I know, and I trust you'll do the right thing with him," she informed you, and left you to your own accord. You appreciated the confidence, and even though her talks were absolutely not getting any less irritating, you knew she was just looking out for you. You had a good mom, no matter how many of your grumpy teenage hormones told you otherwise.

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Read into Me Chapter 4: North and South

Steve Harrington x Reader

CATCH UP ON THE SERIES HERE

Words: 4,753

Warnings: Swearing, bullying, i reference the plot of Wuthering Heights and that has some icky stuff in it idk what to tag that though

Author’s Note: How’re you guys liking the series so far? I’m really enjoying it, I’d love to hear what you guys think, good or bad! Also, is over 4k too much for you guys? I used to strive to hit that mark when I first started but the fandom’s changed so much, I feel like an old fart lmao

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You didn’t hear from Steve after that, save for him returning your essay with minimal markings and a graded ‘A’ on the top. He’d gone back to his people as quickly as he’d left them, letting Vicki talk his ear off from across the aisle. You didn’t mind too much, her voice was grating on the ear, but her hair was pretty and she actually seemed to ask him questions. You didn’t know why it mattered to you that she seemed genuinely interested in Steve, but you decided that he deserved someone who cared enough to know him. Everyone deserved someone who cared enough to know them. Tina just talked about herself for the whole class when everyone was supposed to be discussing the book at hand, Wuthering Heights, and it got very annoying. You just filled out your discussion questions and did your best to be invisible. No one seemed to notice except for Mr. Lawrence, who’d scolded you twice now for not participating in group discussions.

“I know that you know this stuff, but I can’t give you participation points if you don’t participate with others.” He handed you back your discussion sheet for chapter four. You’d gotten everything right; Mr. Lawrence was lobbing low balls at the class to try to get them to read the book. You didn’t change your tune; you didn’t want to talk to your peers. It didn’t matter anyway, no matter what you said to them you’d still write down the same answers and get the same grade.

You didn’t hear much about your failings to participate after he handed back your first essays. You weren’t surprised that you’d gotten a low ‘A’ on the paper; you hadn’t tried that hard on it. You noted that he’d given you a good grade on your editing, which Mr. Lawrence noted on the page that he could count it for your participation for the class, since you did so well with it. You couldn’t complain because it was a decent way to pass.

When the bell rang, you made your usual break for it, excited to be on your free period and free to sit in the sun for the afternoon. Tracy Lords was in Samantha’s gym class and with the weather so lovely they’d do class outside, giving you a chance to work on front profiles with her flat, pretty features.

Steve was dreading getting his paper back. He didn’t trust himself to get a decent grade and even with your help he was certain he’d pull above a ‘D’. Mr. Lawrence always handed out pairs face down, so no one got their grades till they were ready to flip over the page. This was the moment that he always dreaded. He found that it was easiest to rip it off like a Band-Aid, just flip it and see so it can be over. He never read comments, he just needed to know if he failed, but the bright red writing on the top of the page caught his eye immediately-‘I’m impressed, Mr. Harrington’ with a 81 percent seeping through to the back of the page. He stared at the grade until the bell rang, unsure if it was even real, if he was even awake. Once he woke up from his beautiful dream, he knew he had one thing to do.

He burst in the hallway like a golden retriever out an open gate, searching for you without really knowing where to begin. He spotted you at your locker. “Y/N!” he called. You flinched, your shoulders hunching into your neck. You could feel people looking at you, which turned you beet red, almost purple, from embarrassment. You didn’t move from your space, hoping that the tile under you would pull back into a trap door and make you disappear from the scene. It didn’t, of course, and Steve found you quickly.

“Look at this!” he held up his paper to you, beaming like a child. You looked at the paper slowly, taking in the grade and the note at the top of the page, then his face.

“Oh…that’s great.” You said, unsure how to really respond. How was supposed to respond to someone else’s B?

Steve didn’t take in your uncertainty, continuing on “Thank you,” he said earnestly, lowering his voice to add “This is probably the best grade I’ve ever gotten in that class.”

“I’m glad I could help.” You couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in how you’d helped him out. Usually, the only people around that you could help was your grandparents with chores or Samantha with getting out of her house for an afternoon and while you enjoyed helping them out, you didn’t get the same joy from it, having done it for so long. Helping Steve made you feel full in a way.

Tommy Hanson had been trying to call the new kid, Billy, over to him when he saw the whole scene go down. And he didn’t like it. Not one bit. There was a hierarchy to Hawkins, rules to follow until you graduated and either solidified your choices or moved the hell out. Steve was popular, the home town hero, the sports star. That kind of power was not something to throw away on a little nobody. Tommy wished he could be that popular, to have that sort of accessibility and he got close when he kept his friends in the right station. Steve had already fucked up once, that little Nancy Wheeler bitch had already demoted him from sex god to weepy heartbroken sad boy, but that was still working for him. And he needed his backup plan to still be cool.

Tommy stalked up to Steve, throwing an arm over his shoulders. “Hey, dude, come over here, Stefanie Tomlinson’s panties are showing, you’ve gotta see this shit.” He whispered at him, loud enough to make you cringe and look away, turning back to your books and the stickers on your locker door.

“Dude, don’t be gross.” Steve said, turning his attention back to you “Like I said, thanks for the help.” Tommy kept trying to pull him away, but Steve was taller than him and harder to move around.

“Yeah, like I said, no biggie.” You kept your gaze firmly locked on your locker door. You refused to be mocked by Tommy Hanson. He practically pulled Steve away from you, looking you over with a sneer as they walked off. Tommy didn’t like you, which you already knew. It wasn’t easy for him to hide his hatred in a small town. You didn’t know why, but he’d always been like this, ever since you were kids. He used to push you into the mud and chase you off the swings in elementary school. Since you’d grown up, his cruelty had mostly subsided, but the animosity remained, especially after your mother had threatened his family with albeit an unrelated law suit, which succeeded in getting the whole family away from yours. That was the last helpful thing your mother had done for you.

Tommy kept his arm locked around his friend’s shoulders, escorting him away from potential social suicide. Steve held up his arms in defeat, laughing all the way. “Come on dude, she’s not anything to waste your time on.” Tommy said in a voice loud enough for you to hear, but quiet enough to seem like a whisper.

You shrunk in place, unable to pull your eyes away from the scene, a silent plea echoing in your mind for him to look back if he wasn’t a dick head like Tommy, left unspoken but felt in the depths of your soul. You didn’t know why it hurt you as badly as it had; you knew in your head that he no better than his friends. But your heart had hoped that he was different, that he could be better than him. You turned away before it hurt too badly, collecting your books in your arms and rushing off towards your spare period, hoping to find a bit of quiet to recover from what you’d just experienced.

Steve turned back to see you walking away, his laughter dying in his throat, what Tommy said bouncing around his mind. As soon as Tommy released him, he smacked the freckle faced boy hard in the ribs. “Can you try to not be a dick for five minutes?” he asked, getting a laugh out of Carol, who’d been filing her nails without much interest in the whole thing.

“What? Who gives a shit about her?” Tommy asked, doubling back with his hand on his chest.

“She’s a nice girl, dude, don’t be an asshole.” Steve replied sternly. That piqued Carol’s attention. She turned up from her chipped red nails to look Steve over with a discerning eye.

“Oh god, don’t tell me that you’re trying to bring in another Wheeler type chick into this.” She groaned, brushing away a strand of red hair from her cheek.

“Jesus Christ…” Steve rubbed the bridge of his nose “I don’t know what Nance did to you, but you need to calm down on that crap.”

“But you’re not dating her, right?” Tommy asked.

“Dude, all she did was help me with an assignment, that’s all.” Steve groaned. He felt like a dick, being so dismissive of you, he did like you, but he didn’t really even know you and neither did his friends. He didn’t like anyone assuming who he was or wasn’t with, and yet he still felt like a shithead. He didn’t know why but he did.

When you came home from school, your grandmother was waiting for you by the front door, red plaid kitchen rag draped on her shoulder, apron hanging low on her hips. “Your mother called when you were at school, wanted to see how you were.” She said, wiping her hands on the apron. She shook her head, obviously annoyed at the thought of her absent daughter.

“What’d you tell her?” you asked, kicking off your sneakers and putting them back onto the rack. You didn’t hide your distaste in your mother’s asking about you.

“That you were at school and to call back for you later. She told me to tell you that she’d be back in June and that she was bringing back someone special.” Your grandmother replied, turning back into the kitchen to return to whatever she was making. Your grandfather was passed out on the couch, his snores emanating from the living room almost comforting to you as you trekked up the stairs. You knew that your mother wouldn’t call again for you. She could never remember to call you at a time when you might be at home. She certainly wouldn’t be able to remember to call back.

Before you could even set your bag down, the phone on your desk blared from your desk. Samantha was at soccer practise, so you didn’t believe it was for you, but with your grandmother busy in the kitchen and your grandfather passed out, you grabbed the phone, asking “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Steve,” from his own room, Steve had thought about talking to you again for most of the day, but he’d only found the confidence what the day was over and he was home, where he didn’t have to look at you to speak to you. “I’m sorry if Tommy was weird to you today, he’s an idiot.”

You frowned, brow furrowing “It’s cool, no worries…” you replied. You didn’t feel like explaining how you already knew how much of an idiot he was.

“Yeah, so I was kind of wondering…if you’re not busy…would you mind maybe helping me with the readings? I don’t get this shit at all.” He chuckled awkwardly. In truth he’d had no plan to actually read the novel they’d been assigned, that’s what Cliff’s Notes was for, but he wanted to be around you more, so if homework was a reason to get to be around, then he’d actually read.

“Um…sure, I guess I could.” You didn’t really know what the right answer was for you. You weren’t sure that you trusted him, especially after what had happened that afternoon with Tommy, but your gut told you to say yes.

“Great! What’re you doing right now? Could you meet me somewhere, the reading for the tenth chapter is due tomorrow and I don’t even know what’s happening.” He felt a tad desperate, which was not a feeling he was used to around girls.

“I mean…where would you wanna meet?” anxiety was creeping up the back of your neck. You tried to wipe it away like sweat, but it was stuck to your brainstem.

“You could come over to my place or like I could meet you at the library or something.” Steve didn’t exactly have an answer to that one, he wasn’t even sure he’d get this far. He looked around his messy room, wondering if he’d made the right choice.

You didn’t exactly want to be in his house, but you didn’t have a car and it would take you forever to walk back into town to get to the public library. With a heavy heart, you accepted your unfortunate fate. “I could come over to your place.” You said, squeezing your eyes shut. You hoped that he wasn’t going to take that the wrong way.

“Yeah?” Steve hoped the panic wasn’t evident in his voice. His mother was still out of town and his father spent more time at his office in Carmel then he spent at home as it was. He’d let the mess pile up a bit and he didn’t want to look disgusting.

“Yeah, sure.” You tried to sound casual, but your blood had run cold and your hands had gone clammy. You gripped the receiver far too tightly, your eyes shifting around your room.

“Alright, cool, yeah cool…” Steve said, trying to sound casual “How long do you think it would take to get here?”

“I mean…you still drive the rust coloured BMW, right?” you asked, pulling your curtains back to peer out your window.

“Yeah?” Steve asked.

“I can see your house from my window, I’ll be there in like a minute.” You said.

Steve’s head turned upward, looking around worriedly. He bid his goodbyes quickly, turning his full attention to his messy bed and dirty floor, trying to get every pair of boxers laying on the floor into a basket. He hadn’t expected you to agree to come to his house, and his stomach churned at the idea of freaking you out. He didn’t want to scare you away because he was messy and gross.

You felt as if you’d swallowed your tongue. You rushed for the door, uttering a quick goodbye to your grandparents and pulling your backpack straps tight on your back. It was only five feet away. Five feet. Cross the street and up the driveway and you’re there. You took in a deep breath through your nose and took the first tripping step down your driveway, your body not co-operating with your mind and trying to escape where you were trying to bring it. You needed to calm down, your palms were starting to sweat and your knees had turned to Jell-O. You stopped in the middle of the empty street, huffing out another breath, trying to remind yourself that nothing could hurt you over there. That you could handle anything thrown at you.

Somehow, you made it to the front door without blacking out. You went to knock on the door, but it opened before you made contact. Steve looked frazzled, his hair flopping into his eyes, his expression panicked. “You’re here!” he said, his body blocking the doorframe.

“Am I not supposed to be?” you asked, your hand coming to clutch the top of your opposite arm.

“Nah, nah you are I just-never mind. I’m going crazy I think, come on in.” Steve stuttered, moving his arm out of the way, letting you inside. He didn’t know why he was nervous, he was never nervous to have a girl over. But you weren’t like the usual girls he would invite to hang out by his pool.

You stepped into his house cautiously, entering the dark space like it was a well-preserved colonial mansion. The Harrington household was cold. Everything was navy blue, steely grey, and white. He’d left the lights off in the entryway and the kitchen, although the lights above the grey brick fireplace were on, three white pot lights lighting the whole space. It made his house look ominous. Nobody was around either, you knew that Steve was an only child, but in your house your grandparents were always milling around; sound and voices were everywhere. Steve’s house was silent. The white vertical blinds were left open, and you could see the pool outside, which hadn’t been cleaned yet that day. The carpeting throughout the downstairs muffled your footsteps, adding to the eerie silence. Overall, the house looked expensive. They had all the latest technology and aesthetically the house was very stylish, it made you want to not touch anything in fear of breaking something. You shivered involuntarily, letting your eyes wander around the house, taking in the massive TV and the matching stereo. All his money didn’t make the space feel like home.

“My stuff’s just upstairs.” Steve pointed a thumb up the stairwell by the front door. You hadn’t realized that you’d wandered out of the foyer and into his house. You swallowed, nodding hard and bounding up the steps ahead of him. You noticed that there weren’t any photographs around the house. That felt a bit homier to you; your grandmother kept most of the photos in intricate albums, only keeping a singular family photograph on the mantle of the white tiled fireplace. That felt a bit right to you, that it really was a home and not a showcase home.

Steve’s bedroom was also blue and dark. His walls were dark blue plaid, with matching curtains. The colour was only broken up by a few posters and a floating bookshelf, which held a couple small trophies and a couple books held between black metal bookstands. His bedspread was a navy quilt, and his desk was dark wood and heavy looking. The signs of childhood were clear in the plaid wallpaper and curtains, clearly still remaining from a younger life. But beyond it, the room lacked a bit of personality. The only signs of life were the full laundry hamper and the papers on his desk. Everything else in the room could be in anyone’s room. It looked like a guest room or a hotel room. You dropped your bag on the grey carpeting, unsure where to put yourself in the space. Steve was much more casual, pulling out his desk chair and taking a seat, gesturing for you to sit across from him on the bed. You did so, sitting gingerly on the wrinkled bedspread. It was strange to sit on a boy’s bed, much less it be Steve Harrington’s bed.

“Alright, um…where to begin?” you asked, more to yourself than him. “I guess we should go over what happened in the chapter, yeah?”

“Yeah sure…” Steve replied, picking up his copy of the novel, flipping it open to the chapter. “Uh…so the main chick is in love with Heath and she loves him and they all live happily ever after?”

“That’s…not the plot of either this chapter or the novel.” You said slowly, not looking down to flip your own copy of the book to the marked chapter.

“I mean…that’s what I got from the Kate Bush song.” Steve muttered awkwardly.

“So, you haven’t read the book? Like nothing at all?” you asked. Steve shook his head. “Cliff’s Notes then?” you guessed, looking back to the shelf to see a few of the black and yellow striped covers of the versions of Little Women, Robinson Crusoe, and King Lear. You’d used the reference guides yourself, albeit not as a replacement for the novels themselves.

“You got me…” Steve muttered. He felt like an idiot. It had only taken a minute for him to get caught in his fib.

“Then what’d you need me for?” you replied, setting your book down on the bed next to you, looking him over carefully. Cliff’s Notes would cover everything he needed, they’d answer the questions for him.

“Look…I’m shit at this stuff. I don’t get it. I don’t get why we’re reading this, the book is so boring, even the notes are boring!” he groaned.

“The book is shit.” You replied, deadpan. “Mr. Lawrence is having us read it because it’s one of like three books the county mandates that we read and they gave us Robinson Crusoe last year.”

“What am I supposed to get from it then if he doesn’t even like it?” Steve chuckled, turning to address you fully.

“Well…it’s a tortured love story.” Steve raised an eyebrow at you. You pressed on “Catherine and Heathcliff are in love, but because Heathcliff’s of a lower station than her, they can never be together. And even though Catherine marries someone else she can’t bear life without him.”

“Aren’t they like siblings or something?” Steve’s lip curled upwards in a disgusted expression.

“Adopted siblings and if Emily Bronte doesn’t think it’s weird then we have to ignore it.” You explained with a shrug. You leaned back on your palms, kicking your feet casually. With the windows open, his room was warm and sunny. It faced the woods behind his side of the road, and they looked beautiful from up near the treetops. You’d heard the rumours of Jonathan Byers taking photos of little Nancy Wheeler on the same bed you sat on from the woods. It made you feel icky at the time and uncomfortable now. You didn’t like the idea that anyone could be watching you.

“Then what is Kate Bush singing about? She makes it sound like they get together.” Steve asked. He watched you with a careful eye, his nerves making it hard to even try to catch your eye. You seemed happy, calmer too, and your hair was catching the sunlight from his window, making a pretty crown of light around your head.

“I mean…Catherine dies trying to return to Heathcliff across the moors, Kate Bush is like being her ghost, trying to come back to her love from beyond the grave.” You said simply. Steve pulled out his notebook, the questions written out in wide, square letters. He quickly began scribbling down what you’d said. He pulled out his copy of the Cliff’s Notes and flipped to chapter ten, filling out the questions. You wondered if you should stay or go, but Steve’s profile was partially shaded by the angle he sat at, and the way his jaw jutted out made him look like the statue of David. You slowly pulled out your sketchbook and flipped to a new page. Graphite in hand, you slowly began drawing out his sharp, angular jaw and strong neck.

“So, when did you find the time to read the whole book?” he asked; only briefly looking up from his notes to look at you. Your hair was still pulled up in the bun you’d put it in that morning and your gaze was focused on whatever was behind that heavy looking spiral bound pad.

“It was on, like, the seventh grade summer reading list.” You replied, not looking up. You could feel his eyes on you and the copy of lips weren’t matching the real life counterpart. You pulled your lip between your teeth, using your thumb to blend out a thin line.

“You remembered all that from middle school?” Steve asked.

“Well…I mean the book is kind of weird. Like, it doesn’t make sense, the narrator keeps changing and the speaker isn’t always made known. It was really hard to read, but the story itself was pretty run of the mill. I don’t really get why we have to read it at all…” You explained quietly, switching to a piece of charcoal to add thin, textured lines to the lower lip.

“It’s really shit, eh?” Steve chuckled, turning his attention back to the thin book. “Who’s Isabella again?”

“It is crap. And Isabella’s Catherine’s sister-in-law. She has a crush on Heathcliff, you can write on that, that’s revealed in this chapter.” You explained. You didn’t blame Steve for not understanding the book, you absolutely hated the book when you read it the first time and it was by no means an easy read.

“She’s in love with him, but he’s in love with Catherine?” Steve was scribbling fast, writing down whatever you said.

“Yes and Catherine’s in love with Heathcliff but married Mr. Linton for status.” You replied. Steve and you worked in silence for awhile. Mr. Lawrence expected answers in full sentences and provide reasoning for everything you sourced. Meanwhile, you set a high standard for your art. While you didn’t expect perfection from yourself, you wanted to try to do good work, even just for yourself.

You’d never drawn Steve Harrington before. You’d done pictures of tons of your classmates, Steve just never seemed like someone who needed to be drawn. He had tons of people looking at him and praising him all the time, to his face and behind his back. He seemed like a little celebrity in Hawkins, but sitting on his head, with the sun hitting half of his face and making pretty shadows in the hollows of his face, you saw the small beauty in his features. You knew that he was attractive, that was a universal truth, but now sat on his bed alone in his room, you understood that he really was beautiful. Maybe not on the inside, you didn’t know if he was a truly good person, but on the outside he was golden. Your hands demanded to recreate his features. You felt as though you were carving one of Greek gods of Hawkins high, the best of the town’s beauty.

Steve finished his work soon after and looked to you with a lopsided grin. “I say, and you can totally disagree, that we work better together than apart.” He said triumphantly, jabbing the cap onto his pen.

You looked up with a smirk from your drawing. It was nearly done and you weren’t mad at the work either. It certainly looked like Steve and the shadows were intriguing. It would’ve made a better painting, but the little sketch was nothing to sneeze at. “I mean, you certainly do.” You replied easily. Steve chuckled, you weren’t wrong; he knew that you were much smarter than him.

“But sure, if you need the help then I’ll help. No big deal.” The words left your mouth before you’d thought them through. But they were true. Despite not knowing him, despite being freaked out by every phone call and conversation, you found yourself still coming back. Your mind was pulled in two very different directions, between adrenaline laced panic that made your hands go clammy and shake and genuine curiosity and intrigue.

Steve couldn’t hide the surprise on his face. He was certain that you’d already on the porch steps, running towards your house as fast as you could. Something in his gut told him not to expect anything. But you agreed. He broke into a lopsided grin, brushing a piece of long brown hair out of his eyes. “Cool, yeah, that’d be great! So, I’ll call you?” he asked tentatively, trying to still give you an out to his own request.

“You already know the number.” You smirked, a yellow sticky note catching your eye. You could see your name and number written in Steve’s wide handwriting stuck to the wall in front of his desk. It made you smile, the small detail of him even looking you up made you laugh. You’d been across the street from him your whole life, but him trying to find you made you strangely happy. You gathered up your things quickly, heading back across the street as another car came into his driveway, an immaculately made up woman in the front seat. She didn’t look you in the face as you passed, focusing on the opening garage door in front of her. You made a mad dash for your house. Everything felt…calm. Strangely calm. You didn’t know if you liked it.

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Summary: As you go through the motions of grief from a love lost, you try to move on, but things take a certain turn.

Pairing: Jim Hopper x Reader

TV Show: Stranger Things

Word Count: 1614

Warnings: Angst mostly

Joyce holds your hand in a tight grip, so tight that both your hand and hers are losing circulation.

The Key whirred loudly as it gained momentum. The wall splitting even further, revealing the deep, angry red orange veil of the Upside Down.

Hopper fought Grigori on the platform and you both rooted for your man to kick his ass. With one last blow to the face, the Russian Schwarzenneger went down, his head getting caught in the Keys machinery.

The Key had already taken up too much space and had destroyed much of the platform, leaving Jim trapped.

Your hand froze on the key, not wanting to turn it, but you'd already promised Hopper that no matter what, you and Joyce would finish the job.

Hopper towered over you, his hand cradling your face, "Promise me, Sweetheart,"

You shook your head, gripping his wrist like he would disappear right then and there, "Hop… I can't,"

He nodded, his eyes filling with tears, but he didn't dare let them fall, "Yes, you can Y/N. You can and you will,"

"B-but, I can't lose you… Please," you cried, a sob ripping through you.

Hopper pulled you to his chest, his hand in your hair and the other on your waist, "I love you, Y/N,"

"I-I love y-you too," your body jerked with a hiccup as your gripped his jacket.

"Y/N," Joyce said, giving a quick squeeze.

You shook your head, big tears rolling down your cheeks. Hopper stared straight at you, his own eyes filling with unshed tears again.

He nodded his head and you both mouthed one last 'I love you,' before you and Joyce turned the key.

A white flash, so hot that it was felt through the glass and had even melted some bursted from the main Key, making you and Joyce close your eyes from the intensity.

Within mere seconds the Key died, the roaring slowing down to slight hum before stopping altogether.

Your chest heaved, a great heaviness on your lungs and heart as you realized that Hopper was no longer standing there and no trace of him was left behind.

Hopper was gone… and you never felt more alone than you did right then.

°°°°°°

Outside, orders were being barked out, sirens were wailing and flashing lights made your brain feel as if it were short circuiting.

Then you saw El, her nose bloody, her chin wobbling with the onslaught of fresh tears.

How your feet carried you to her, you'll never know, but you both broke down in the parking lot of Starcourt Mall, falling into a heap of screams and wails.

The party all came over, laying their hands on your head or shoulders, all weeping at the loss of their Chief, father and friend.

You had all but shut down as the days went on, not knowing where to go or what to do. It was difficult and even more so when the day of the funeral came around.

Dr Owens made sure that Jim would get full honors and the funeral and burial that he deserved, even though there wasn't a body to bury.

You sat on your bed dressed in long black sleeves, black pants and a pair of black slip ons, holding the shirt Magnum PI shirt that Jim had last wore.

Sweat and blood stained parts of it, but you couldn't bring yourself to wash it.

As you sniffled, the door creaked open and El peaked into the room a brush in hand.

"Y/N?" She said softly.

You wiped your eyes, giving a tearful smile, "Hey,"

"Help, please?" She asked, holding up the brush.

You nodded, placing the shirt on the bed and leading her over to your vanity. Soft, sad smiles were shared between you two as you ran the bristles through her curly hair.

Once the tangles were out, you placed a hair clip on the side to keep her bangs out of her eyes.

Eleven looked at you through the mirror, her breath hitched, "Time to go,"

Most of the town was gathered around the seven foot hole in the ground. The wind was gusty, making it seem that the tent that covered the chairs for family would blow away.

You sat in the middle seat, Joyce, her boys and Nancy to your left, with El, Mike, Dustin, Steve, Lucas and Max to your right.

Their families stood behind the chairs and a few unfamiliar and familiar hands patted your shoulders as they walked by to stand.

The pastor began the normal funeral talk and all you could do was glare angrily at the opened ground.

Your knee bounced as you felt a tight coil in your stomach ready to snap at any given moment. This was total and utter bullshit and all you wanted to do was lash out and be angry that Jim was taken away from you.

The only thing that kept you from storming away, was El. She wrapped her arm around yours, nuzzling her cheek against your arm as she gripped your hand to rest on your knee.

The service was short, thankfully and you had to get away for just a little bit. Turning to Joyce, you spoke quietly, "Can El stay with you for a few hours?"

Joyce rubbed your arm, "Yeah, of course. You alright, Y/N?"

"I-," you gulped, eyes burning, "I just need to get away from all these people. I can't take one more 'Sorry' or another stare,"

She nodded, giving you a quick hug, "We'll be at the house when you're ready,"

El knew you needed to leave, but that didn't stop her from gripping your arm, "Don't go,"

Clearing your throat, you gave her a quick squeeze, "Just for a few hours, Hun,"

"Friend's don't lie," she said softly.

You cupped her cheeks, giving one side a quick pinch, which irked her, but she smiled, "No lies. Just a few hours,"

She was hesitant, but she slowly let go of you, keeping you to your word.

You don't really recall how you got to your current location, but you were there all the same.

Jim's cabin.

You stepped over the booby trap and up the rickety steps. The door was left ajar, and you remembered what the kids had told you about the Mind Flayer fight.

Gently, the door was pushed open and you were met with a mess. Shelves knocked over, shattered glass, a huge hole in the roof just to name a few… it broke your heart all over again.

You carefully stepped over the broken things and made your way to Jim's bedroom. There, untouched, was the box marked Sara.

Jim had kept the photos of him and his daughter amongst other belongings in that box and you wanted to keep them safe.

With the occasional sniffles, you carried certain items from the cabin that would help you and El along the path of grief.

°°°°°°

Months went by and it quickly became colder over Thanksgiving. The first had been somewhat of a struggle for you both, but you each offered each other the encouragement needed to get through your heartaches.

The cabin roof had been repaired, seeing as you couldn't let that just go to shit. Too many memories were made at the shack.

To commemorate Jim, you decided that both of you would decorate the cabin and spend the month December doing all the things that Hopper had done. It would be a bittersweet ending to the year.

El was over at Mike's with the party while you had gone to the store to stock up on groceries. This was your first night back alone, but something just felt, not off, but different… and you couldn't put your finger on it.

Snow had fallen and at the current time, 4 inches had covered the ground. Snowflakes still fell lightly from the sky and the temperature had dropped drastically enough that you couldn't risk going to get El.

After placing a call to the Wheeler's to make sure it was fine that she stay the night, you put one of Jim's jackets on and went out to get some wood for the fire.

It was quiet… almost too quiet and the hair at your nape had stood on end making you shiver. Choosing to ignore it, you continued to slowly shift through the snow to wood pile put by the shed.

You sniffled due to the extreme cold; for once not because of crying and your face nearly felt numb.

SNAP!

Your head shot up at the sharp break of limbs, your breath fogging thickly as you breath became labored.

It was dusk, but just dark enough that you couldn't make out clear things, just the outline about a forth of a mile away.

You counted silently to ten before another loud snap echoed closer to you than you would've liked.

"Who's there!?" You yelled, making you wince.

You knew the rules to the horror movies and yet rolled your eyes when you thought you'd been spending too much time with the kids watching scary movies.

You squinted at movement along the tree line, "Answer me!"

Whatever it was froze, turning towards you then taking off in a run.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" You gasped, turning and running yourself.

Just as you reached the steps, you tripped over a tree stump, hitting your head hard on the bottom step.

You felt hands rolling you over, your vision blurry due to blood getting in your eyes. Blinking, you could've sworn you were looking into the blue eyes of…

"Hopper?"

A sharp pinch in your neck and everything went black.

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anon-luv · 5 years

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Heartbeat ❥ Prologue ❥ (Yoongi X Reader)

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Angst/Romance SliceofLIfeAu SingleDadAu

WordCount: 1.5K+

POV: 2nd POV. The prologue will be in 3rd.

Trigger Warning: There will be mentions of Adult themes such as depression, death, and smut. This is not a pink and fluffy story. A fair warning to my readers... I cried while making the outline.

Summary: You had accepted you were going to die from a young age. Your weak heart had a timeline, but a second chance in life was given to you as you were given a heart transplant. Along with a new heart came a sense of guilt for the life that was lost as yours was given back.

A new a little family has now arrived in your putting in your path a single father and his young bright daughter. They come with a grief of their own, but for some reason, every moment you spend by their side rids you of your own. You are growing attached and addicted to their company, and you are not quite sure if that is a good or bad thing...

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Author’s Note:

Hello lovelys,

A few weeks ago I received a message, a message that made me feel a bit down. One of my readers passed away at a very young age. Someone close to her let me know how much she enjoyed my writing and how much she loved BTS. It was then I decided I would write something dedicated to her. Her bias was Yoongi so of course, this story is going to be Yoongi-filled.

I love you all so much, and I am sorry sometimes I take long to update. I have a lot going on in my life at times and as much as I love writing my schedule gets overly crowded. I hope you all will enjoy.

The playlist will be added to as the story progresses. Music Reccomendations appreciated like always. I use music a lot as inpsiration.

I will be posting the actual first chapter as soon as I am done editing

Leave me feedback and loves and I will do the same in your page :D

I want to get to know all of you. If you all post your own stories let me know, and I will make sure to take a look :D

Love Always,

An-

♪ If you believe that everything's alright You won't be all alone tonight And I'd be blessed by the light of your company, Slowly lifting me to somewhere new ♪

There was always something about the way she smiled up at the sky as if she knew she would be joining the stars that twinkled oh so brightly in that chilly autumn night. Her hair danced around with the wind as her eyes sparkled with love and curiosity of the future, she prayed for every night would be alongside the grumpy yet amazing man she had come to love from a very young age-- Yoongi.

That was the image that flashed to his mind as he watched the bright headlights approaching, and then as if by magic everything went pitch black.

Sirens, that was what woke him up as his sore body trembled, his knuckles turning white as he tried ripping the seatbelt off to be able and try to reach out to her.

“Are you okay sir??” he heard a male voice say loudly from outside his car door. He could feel a warm trickle of blood traveling down his forehead.

Red and blue alternating lights flashing rapidly twinkled blinding his already incoherent vision. He had grown numb to the chilly winds that were biting away into his goosebumps-filled skin. All he could think about was her. The girl who had been singing along quite out of tune beside him as they drove through the dark highway just for a mere ice cream she had been craving.

His kid, his child. The one that would be born in just a few weeks. Soft kicks from within his wife-to-be’s swollen belly announcing his baby’s already potent strength, just like her mother he thought every time he would whisper as he rested his forehead against the bump and whispered promises and fairytales only to receive a little push of encouragement from his little princess, he longed to be able to hold in his arms already.

“Sir, we need to get you out of the car, and into the ambulance,” Yoongi heard the paramedic address him again.

Yoongi turned towards the passenger seat, where the love of his life had been a few minutes ago only to find it empty.

The paramedic noticed the bewildered expression on the young man’s and he quickly informed him of the situation to ease his mind, “She has been extricated and taken to the ambulance. She is pregnant… do you know how far along, sir??”

“Thirty-six weeks…. a girl...the baby is a girl” Yoongi replied monotonously, “Can I go with her??”

“We have to make sure you are alright. You are bleeding….” the paramedic tried to explain to a worried Yoongi.

“It doesn’t matter. I just want to be with her. I can get a checkup at the hospital” Yoongi tried reasoning with the concerned looking older man.

“Fine, but you have to ride up front and maintain calm sir.”

Yoongi nodded, “I will thank you”

The paramedic aided Yoongi out of the car and proceeded to escort him to the ambulance closest to the car. There was 2 medics already inside from what he could see, and on the stretcher laying down was his love. A bruise was already forming all along the side of her face, a bit of blood traveled down her nose into her rosy lips. He shut his eyes tightly and then gained enough courage to look toward his crumpled car. It was totaled, it was a miracle he was able to walk out and about without much trouble from the damage he could see. The 18-wheeler at fault was parked along the curb with only a small scratch to show from the havoc it had caused tonight. The driver was nowhere to be seen as Yoongi’s blood boiled.

“Sir, we have to go” the medic advices Yoongi as he escorted him to the front seat, advising him to buckle up.

“Her breathing is getting shallow let’s ventilate her… her o2 is dropping pass me the BVM…. 18-gauge right ac” Yoongi could hear the medics on the back discussing as the one that had previously accompanied him into the car now sat beside him.

“We are going to be taking you to the closest hospital due to her condition” he simply said as he started driving on.

“She is at sinus Brady now….pulse at 36….wait no pulse...let’s start compressions” he could hear the bits and pieces of conversations as the sirens continued to roar through the streets.

Yoongi closed his eyes and prayed. Prayed for his girl, the one he had promised a dreamlike future, the one who kissed his grumpy ass awake every morning, the one he was to marry in 6 months, the one whose smile would light up the darkest of days. Yoongi prayed for his daughter who hadn’t even taken her first breath, the baby whose cry and laughter he was longing to be able to witness in his life, and her little eyes who had not yet had a chance to discover and explore. Yoongi prayed for the world to forgive every moment he took for granted, and every sin he committed throughout his life. Yoongi prayed for God to take him instead, and not them. Yoongi prayed for mercy. Yoongi prayed for strength. Yoongi prayed for hope.

It had felt like an eternity, but as the hospital came into view Yoongi could feel himself relax a bit.

As soon as the ambulance came to a stop, he jumped out without much regard for the people around him. He saw the stretcher surrounded by the medical staff that had been waiting for their arrival right outside the emergency room.

“20-year-old female. MVC. 36 weeks single pregnancy. Compressions were started 2 minutes ago when she coded in route, 1 round of epi, Monitor showing asystole, intubated 21 at the lip, med history and allergies unknown” was what he heard as they rolled her away into the er trauma room.

“TRAUMA ER ROOM 3” he heard the speaker announce as a rush of more medical staff arrived like a tsunami surrounding him. An arm stretched out his way snapping him out of the trance he had found himself under, “Sir, we need you to keep calm, and answer a few questions for me, are you her husband??”

“No... fiancé… is she going to be alright??” Yoongi asked already knowing the answer.

The lady who had taken him aside looked at him with saddened eyes, “Does she have any previous medical history or allergies??”

“No… no nothing other than a few colds” Yoongi replied as he stared longingly at the room where he knew her fragile body laid.

“We need to confirm the information we got is accurate,” the lady said softly trying not to alter the young man, “Delilah birthday Dec 18, 1993. Address: 3333 Rose Lane. Emergency Contact: Min Yoongi 55555555. Organ donor”

Yoongi nodded, “Correct”

A doctor came out of the room looking a bit out of breath as he walked towards Yoongi, the lady who had been standing before him walked away without a word as the doctor now spoke to him in a grim voice, “We were able to get a pulse back, but she was without proper perfusion for quite some time. She needs an emergency C-section. Are you the father?”

Yoongi nodded not sure of how to speak out loud without having a breakdown.

“Sir we need you to approve the surgery in order for us to proceed. The baby’s heartbeats are strong, but due to the condition of the patient we don’t know…”

Yoongi’s brain was scattered, but one thing was for sure…. the love his fiancé had for her unborn child was unconditional and he knew what she would have wanted if the question had been directed at her.

“C-section...okay. Is Delilah going to be alright??” Yoongi asked as his voice trembled. The numbness that had taken over his emotions from the crash bounced away as the upcoming tears threaten to spill over.

“We can’t tell the amount of damage she took, without the tests. We will prep her for surgery after a few more tests are done. In her License it states she is an organ donor…. it is a question we have to ask when patients are in this severe of a condition”

“D … yeah she … wanted to always help as much as she could” Yoongi heard himself sobbing between words as his shoulders now trembled. He could see himself falling deeper and deeper into despair as if he was floating outside his body witnessing everything around him like an audience more than a participant.

Once again Yoongi fell on his knees and prayed as he saw the love of his life being taken away slowly. Yoongi saw her pale fragile body as his faith dissipated into nothingness. She was gone…he knew.

That night at the strike of midnight, Yoongi heard a cry throughout the surgical room where he stood frozen in place, overwhelmed from the ongoing activity around him announcing a new life had been welcomed into the world. A small swollen baby placed into his arms. A little girl who had not yet seen how unfair this world was. A baby girl he would protect and walk to the end of the world for. His little princess. The joy that had started to blossom into his heart ripped to shreds as the doctor came in shutting the door behind him. A treasured life had walked into his life that night… just as one walked out.

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