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romeo and juliet, part one. hockey!louis partridge x reader

summary 🧿: in which reader hates louis until he seems to be the only person she can talk to

warning/s 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨: swearing, underage drinking, violence, longer than my usual fics, my lack of hockey knowledge, SLOPPILY WRITTEN

slater’s note 🫐: this is so generic but idgaf.. also i started this so long ago and was planning on giving it up but it’s like i’m just avoiding finishing my wiped out! event 😭

“o romeo, romeo! wherefore art thou romeo? deny thy father and refuse thy name; or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a capulet.”

“shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?”

“'tis but thy name that is my enemy; thou art thyself, though not a montague. what's montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. o, be some other name! what's in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name- alright i’m done i can’t keep reading this shit.”

“y/n!”

“just read the goddamn lines.”

“no, this is stupid.”

“then why the fuck did you tryout?”

“so i could kiss you, romeo.”

he scowled at you as did you right back. his eyes crinkled in the corners as he glared lightly back down his book, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to focus.

“alright, let’s try this again,” the drama teacher looked in between the two of you cautiously, not knowing what to say but to have the two of you to continue, “from where we.. left off.”

you rolled your eyes before sighing looking to louis with raised eyebrows. he returned the look, his lips then pressed into a thin line before looking back down to his old crinkled script of romeo and juliet.

“that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet; so romeo would, were he not romeo call'd, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. romeo, doff thy name, and for that name which is no part of thee take all myself,” you say it blandly, keeping eye contact with the boy before you, pretty boy romeo.

“I take thee at thy word: call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; henceforth I never will be romeo,” he returned the tone, almost giving you a sly look that made you glare at him in the annoyance you only felt for him.

louis partridge, someone you weren’t well familiar with until you realized you got the lead right next to him. the two of you destined to play lovers as your drama teacher would say, pulling the two of you close to one another on the first day of rehearsal.

the whole thing was supposed to be a joke, trying out for juliet. but it became far from a joke the moment the costume crew started measuring your waistline and head size. you assumed it was a joke to louis too from the way he always showed up late to rehearsals and was always fucking around with his friends when they came in at random times, which was always and upmost everyday.

he pissed you off, but those reasons weren’t why. hell you’d being doing the exact same thing if your friends were so bold and... assholes.

but it was rather the fact that he was a dickhead. he ticked you off. and nobody could tick you off like louis.

°•

“i got like five bucks,” your hands were stuffed in your back pocket, trying to find your money in attempt to pay your friend for a supposed keg she was trying to buy.

“c’mon, i need more than that,” your friend, emma, whined, her lip popping out as you hand her the five. you shrugged, not knowing what to tell her as your hand went to rummage through your backpack.

“how much is a keg anyways?”

“a hundred bucks.”

your eyes slightly widened, “jesus christ,” you shook your head before pulling out a crumpled ten, handing it to her. “you know i don’t drink…”

“yeah, yeah, whatever, y/n/n, but other people do,” she pulled out a pouch, stuffing your money within.

“am i invited?” an arm slung around you, pulling you in close to the side of their warm body.

you clenched your jaw rather hard, not having to look at the persons face to know it was louis holding you tightly with that generic smirk he always had on.

“of course you are, louis,” emma smiled up to him, admiring his face like she always did, something that annoyed you. she never saw the flawed features you saw, the toxicity and self centeredness of him and all his friends. they were like clones, and emma, like all your friends, ate it up.

“good,” his grin expanded, before randomly handing her a twenty. “i heard your party fund is low.”

he still held onto you tightly no matter how hard you wiggled against him, shrugging and pulling, his grip only seemed to tightened as he continued to speak about the party with emma. she was too infatuated in him to be able to tell you were struggling and annoyed.

“i’ll be late, but save a drink for me,” he winked at her before letting go of you. you scowled, leaning against the locker before he finally looked to you with a snide expression. “i’ll see you tonight, juliet.”

“yeah, yeah,” you diverted your eyes to the side in annoyance with crossed arms. boy you really wanted to sock him in the face with how he got away with that; being him, being an asshole with supposed ‘innocent’ intentions. “cant wait.”

“you’re lucky you get to kiss him,” emma shook her head, turning to her locker before shoving in her binder with the rest of her school supplies. “half the girls at school would pay to be in your position.”

“half the girls who don’t have brains,” you dumbfounded, twisting your head to the side to look at her. “he’s an asshole.”

“he’s not that bad.”

you pushed off the lockers before waving her off, deciding not to waste your energy, “whatever, i’ll see you at lunch.”

°•

dress rehearsal ended faster than expected due to louis showing up half way through. that sent your drama teacher off on a rant about how if he didn’t take practice seriously and kept showing up late, he’d be dropped from production.

you couldn’t help but smile the whole time, knowing it’s what he deserved. but through the whole scene, he had only glared at you with no felt embarrassment.

you couldn’t get out of that hot room faster but louis stopped you from getting you in your car with the grab of your wrist, not even calling your name. it startled you but you stopped with an eye roll realizing it was him.

“relax,” his face scrunched up, lost as to your annoyance. “i need a favor from you.”

“what?”

“i need you to cover for me,” he squinted at you as if trying to read you better even as it wasn’t hard to tell you were annoyed and full of urgency with the need to get home and away from him, despite his soft cologne coaxing you otherwise. “i’m not gonna be here for practice in the next couple of days.”

“why would i do that?”

“because i’m asking nicely,” he grumbled, now leaning against the car next to yours, “and no one else probably will.”

“maybe if you try begging, someone will.”

“c’mon, you know that whole dweeb squad hates me.”

“what makes me different?”

“because you’re my juliet,” he lightly pinched your cheek before pressing his hand against your car door in support of him leaning, practically closing in on you. it made you hold your breath, studying him and wondering what his intentions were. “and i’ll owe you one.”

louis owing you wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. he knew people, could get things so easily and without a sweat. he was charming and manipulative, and if he owed you one that’d mean he couldn’t be a dick to you.

your tongue poked into the inside of your cheek as you thought about it before you inhaled, diverting your eyes as if ashamed to mumbling, “yeah, fine.”

“good,” he squeezed your shoulder before leaning away from you, sending you back to your own free will.

°•

there really was no need for emma to beg around for cash since word of her party got out fast and spread to emory university, a small college that was openly more than accepting to the invitation, bring gifts, or in other words; kegs.

your cheeks heated with joy fast and with a little liquid courage you were out on the dance floor with many different bodies, including college boys who were more than happy to get it on. your body on theirs, dancing the night away till you got dizzy and decided throwing back some more drinks would clear your line of sight and thought.

your whole ‘i don’t drink’ claim and rule had been thrown out the window the moment a cute boy offered you a red plastic solo cup and encouraged your underage drinking.

you had swallowed four shots before you felt sick to your stomach, now ready to go home with the way your vision hadn’t cleared at all and became rather clouded and the feelings of sleep consumed your head.

you almost made it out the front door completely disoriented if it weren’t the thick oak opening up revealing another disoriented person, a smirk etching up on their face the moment they saw you.

“juliet,” he yelled over the music, taking steps closer to you. his voice was still low and smooth despite him increasing his volume, and you felt stuck to the floor like his honey voice had oozed over you. “didn’t think i’d see your face here.”

you couldn’t speak nor process till that damn nickname settled into your brain. it made you press your lips into a thin line before you shook your head, “don’t call me that, louis.”

he smiled with a sneer, knowing expression, “why not?”

“you know my name,” you gave him a pointed look, “call me by my name, dillhole.”

he chuckled, patting your arm. he took a step, subsiding you while no longer finding any entertainment in the conversation, “okay, sweetheart.”

°•

you didn’t leave.

somehow the short conversation you had shared with louis sobered you up rather fast with how much hate you held for him.

with another five shots thrown back in the hatch, causing your throat to burn even more and your energy to spike. you took a seat on one of the many couches pushed back to make room for a dance space, no longer feeling excitement or rushes of the good kind of energy you had experienced over an hour ago. you were rather now angered as you watched louis feel up on some girl.

she ate it up as his finger hooked around the belt loop of her skinny jeans, pulling her closer to him. her back arching, causing her butt to further itself and push against his crotch. it made you grumble.

it made you upset that he could have all the fun and you were just stuck on that couch with the mood ruined.

you weren’t going to admit it but you were jealous.

but it didn’t make sense. your sober self naturally hated him and his cocky attitude. he didn’t care. he was selfish and only seemed to go to school to cause trouble and get people all rowdy and anxious with the way he got so close and taunting.

but your intoxicated self missed that kind of company.

“you’ve got a staring problem.”

you almost jumped from your spot as louis sunk into the spot next to you, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he eyed you slightly.

you couldn’t meet the concentration he had nor the focus as you tried your best not to crack under the pressure of his stare or all the other things that filled your mind as you avoid his hard brown eyes.

like the way his leg was pressed closed against yours and how his body practically ate away at your own as he seemed to be scooting closer to you, as if overwhelming you with his strong scent of cologne and the smell of tequila was his way of cracking you open like an egg.

“are you jealous, juliet?”

“don’t flatter yourself, romeo.”

he stayed silent, but still stared at you before extending his arm out along the back of the couch and over your head. and although he wasn’t touching you anymore than before, it made him feel closer than ever and maybe that was another way for him to taunt you.

“i thought you would have been more fun drunk,” he mumbled, leaning in close to your ear. you felt your stomach swallow itself as he did so, your heart picking up speed. you couldn’t help but inhale sharply. “but i guess i was wrong.”

you let his words settle before you flipped off of the couch. the feeling of his hot breath and words made your skin itch and you couldn’t deal with the way it made your stomach do summersaults.

louis watched you walk away fast, a smirk carving his lips as he extended his other arm along the top of his couch, now getting comfortable.

he couldn’t help but shake his head before calling out to you, “you can’t just walk away from everything that makes you uncomfortable, sweetheart.”

you didn’t see much of louis after that and mostly due to you avoiding him more than usual. and thankfully he hadn’t showed up to rehearsal just as he said the night he asked you to cover for him, and even as much as you resented him, you still made up an excuse curated just for him.

with how much you despised louis, you still felt your drunken jealously. the type that would do anything to make another girl jealous just so it wasn’t you. the type that you thrived not to be.

you remember the first time you met him and immediately he made an impression on everyone. being the new kid midway freshman year, the attention was already on him, but the fact he was attractive only had his name spread around the school faster. his ego was boosted quicker than you could even imagine.

you hated him. he got everything he wanted. and you hated how he made your head spin and your stomach swell.

you sat at dinner with your parents as they discussed of emma and the party she had thrown. she got caught by her parents sleeping on the couch along with a couple of other kids passed out all around with the house completely trashed and smelling of a strip club the day after.

it has become your parents new frequent topic of discussion ever since they got a call about it letting them know you may have been there, but luckily emma wasn’t a snitch and your parents were pretty gullible people to the point you only had to deny their ask once and they dropped it.

you rolled your fork around the mashed potatoes plopped on your plate before you heard the doorbell ring making you perk up fast and onto your feet, already tired of hearing your parents opinions on teen drinking.

you lightly padded to your front door, letting out a sigh before opening the front door to reveal louis with reddened cheeks and watery looking eyes. he looked disordered with the inability to stay still as he held a beer bottle.

“louis?” you frowned, eyeing him carefully, slightly caught off guard.

“hey, juliet,” louis set down his bottle down on your doorstep, a sloppy grin revealing on his face as he bent back up, “ready for me to pay you back?”

you took a step back, still holding your door tightly as you tried to figure him out a little better, “i’m eating dinner, right now, louis. i kind of can’t,” you were hesitant, now bouncing on your own feet.

“ditch them,” he leaned in close to you, smiling.

“louis-“

“c’mon, y/n, have some fun for once.”

you glanced back to where your parents sat, obviously not concerned as to who was at the door. you inhaled sharply before looking back to him, slightly opening your mouth before nodding.

he smiled genuinely, slapping your door frame before pulling on your bicep. you glanced back one final time before walking rather fast out the door, allowing louis to close your front door for you before jogging to his car along your side.

°•

you felt stupid as you seemed to have dropped all of your hate for him the moment he offered you corona beer bottle, a smile on his face as he had glanced at you many times throughout this trip, watching you loosen more and more up as time passed and your intoxication increased.

“you’re not going to murder me are you, partridge?”

he chuckled a little, shaking his head, “you’re too pretty to kill.”

your cheeks grew hot but he had nothing more to say nor did he look at you.

it was ten minutes till he was parked up on top of the skyline drive, close to the edge of the drop. the sky swelled in different colors of pink and yellows making your mind bloom in content as you tipped your head slightly back, soaking it all up.

“this isn’t so bad,” you whispered, tilting your head and making louis laugh lowly.

“you want to get out of the car or stay in here, juliet?”

you shook your head, mumbling, “don’t call me that.”

he didn’t say anything in return. he only opened his door, suppressing the smile on his face. you watched him round the car before opening your own car door to your surprise, but you stepped out allowing the warm sun setting air swallowing you whole.

“i never knew you could be so nice,” you mumbled as you watched him offer you a hand before you took it, allowing him to boost you up onto the hood of his car.

“i usually keep quite good company,” he spoke back, following you, “you just have a stick shoved so far up your ass, you fail to realize it.”

you scoffed, almost rolling your eyes, “i think you fail to realize you’re an actual asshole.”

the two of you were now both leaned against his car with your backs pressed against his front windshield. he was closer than an arm length away but you didn’t feel bothered nor heated up like the night of the party. you felt comfort in how close he was. it was strange.

“you really think that, don’t you?” he quirked a brow, turning his gaze to the side of your face till you faced him, challenging him with a look of your own, as if asking if he was serious.

“louis,” you scoffed, “please explain to me how you’re not.”

he looked surprised, like your attack was completely unnecessary, “when have i ever been an asshole to you?”

“it’s not the matter of when, louis, you just are one,” you blinked, shaking your head, “you don’t care about anyone but yourself and you’re the generic teenage boy who acts like he’s the shit and the world only revolves around him.”

louis diverted his eyes as if he was thinking about your words before completely processing them.

he then slid off the hood of his car slowly, taking you aback as you watched him, “you’re done?”

“why wouldn’t i?” he reached for your hand, motioning for you to get off the car.

you dodge his hand, hopping off the car yourself, with an almost astounded look on your face, “you cannot be mad.”

you walked after him as it seemed he wasn’t getting back in his car.

“why wouldn’t i, y/n?”

“because you asked.”

he flipped around fast causing you to lean backwards in anticipation, “i asked you when have i ever been an asshole to you, not a general observation that anyone could come up with.”

you almost flinched with how loud his voice got, but you forced yourself in place, forcing yourself not to move, to pay attention to the intensity of his aroma.

“louis, you cannot be mad-“

“i can’t be mad,” he spat, with his eyebrows raised, “let’s try you then, huh?”

you kept your mouth shut, allowing the silence and light breeze to immerse around you, waiting for him to continue on and he almost did as he took a step forward.. till a voice spoke for him.

“i hope i’m not interrupting anything..”

you almost jumped, finding whoever spoke unfamiliar as you slightly turned your head away from louis and toward a group of three boys who seemed entertained by the outing playing out before them.

louis leaned away from you, slowly stuffing his hands in his black sweatpants pockets upon analyzation of the group. his mood seemed to change fast as he tipped his head back, looking behind him before back to the three boys, obviously now even more annoyed with the way he pursed his lips.

you looked between them, consciously taking a step back, a growing nerve of pain forming in your stomach that was telling you to walk away. that something wasn’t right.

“jack,” louis nodded to acknowledgment.

“partridge,” the boy, you presumed was ‘jack’ took a step forward, the two other boys following along as they all had smirks pressed against their lips. “haven’t seen you in awhile.”

louis took a step forward and in front of you, almost as if wanting to shield you from their sight but to your disadvantage, they had already saw you.

after louis didn’t say anything and only seemed to stare with his chest held high and jaw clenched, jack tipped his head as if trying to see you better from louis’ cover, “who’s your friend?”

louis glanced back to you, hesitant as he opened his mouth before looking back to them. he felt his chest tighten, “this is y/n.”

“thought you didn’t do girlfriends.”

“i don’t.”

his words for some reason hurt to hear as you looked up to him from your position behind him. he could feel your stare at the side of his face but ignored it, maintaining eye contact with jack, “well it was nice to catch up, but we were just leaving,” louis turned slightly, taking ahold of your bicep before jack stopped the two of you.

“i’m not here to catch up,” his voice seemed to have went an octave lower, catching louis by his own arm before he could fully walk away. your mouth slightly opened as if to gasp by how fast his demeanor changed. “you have something i want.”

“i don’t think so,” louis shook his head, his lips twitching in an almost mock smile before continuing to walk while pulling you away and back to his car.

you were closer than ever as he had you pulled tightly into his side, still gripping your bicep as he led you back to his car. and you almost reached the nice black cadillac if it weren’t for two of the boys jerking the both of you back roughly.

you ended up on the cement side walk with your back arching up at the sudden harsh impact. you rolled to your side, groaning as your eyesight blurred for a moment before settling on louis who was still on his feet but being gripped at the collar by jack.

louis’ features looked unimpressionable as he blanked stared at jack almost as if they were having a stand down. and it seemed louis was winning with how impatient jack was getting.

“i don’t want to hurt you partridge,” the boy frowned, still gripping the collar of his navy blue sweatshirt. “that won’t do either of us any good, you know that.”

by how flat his tone was, it made you think otherwise. that he wanted to hurt louis. it looked as if he was holding himself back by how white his knuckles turned from gripping the thick fabric.

“what you want,” louis mumbled, “i won’t give you.”

jack’s lips pressed into a thin line, leaning back and away while letting go of louis before he drew back his fist, hitting louis square in the jaw.

“hey, what the fuck,” you got up fast from the ground, quickly making an attempt to push them away from louis but you were only struck across the face hard enough to make you see stars.

“what the fuck,” louis recovered quickly, shoving the boy who had hit you away. “don’t fucking touch her.” louis punched him making you flinch at the loud contact noise.

louis was pulled away from doing anymore damage and almost thrown to the ground if it weren’t for the boy who louis pucnhed, catching him, practically restraining him as he lopped his arms within his.

jack begun to throw punches at louis and before you could make an attempt to get back up and help him, the other boy grabbed onto you, holding you back from trying anything. all you could do was yell and cry out for jack to stop.

and it wasn’t long till blood resonated but louis continued to take it like a champ as he only made small low sounds that connected to his pain.

“stop! what’re you doing? stop it!”

but you were ignored as you continued to struggle against the strong blonde who held you tightly to his chest. but you could feel his hold become looser and looser as seconds past and the reality of the situation became clear as louis’ figure slouched and blood began to form at the corner of his lips.

“jack, stop. that’s enough,” the blonde’s calls joined yours only louder and less struggled as yours. “you’re going to kill him man, this isn’t worth it.”

the boy who held louis looked to the two of you, taking in the desperation that floated in your eyes before connecting eyes with his blonde friend. it was as if they made a silent agreement as he let go of louis, allowing the boys posture to droop and almost lay to the ground, but louis was persistent as he flung himself back up after catching his breath, sending his fist towards jack’s face, catching all of you off gaurd.

he didn’t stop until you were thrown back to the ground and the blonde pulled jack away from the situation, feeling a sudden rush and feeling that they could in a lot of trouble.

they all took off running besides jack who wiped his mouth before pointing harshly to louis, “this is on you.”

°•

you supposed the situation could have been worse and you could have been spitting out blood like louis but you were only graced with a light bruise against your jaw and a not so light bruise on your hip bone.

you couldn’t get the cold cement pressing roughly against your body out of your head nor how silent louis was no matter how much you begged him to speak and at least tell you whether or not he was okay.

you couldn’t fall asleep that night and when you had gotten home, no one was waiting up for you. it had left you even more sick to your stomach as you didn’t even have your parents there to beg you of questions, questions you probably would have ignored, but it would have been nice just because it meant they cared.

the next day you didn’t see louis, nor the next day, or the next day, or the next. the whole week was knocked out and there was no sign of him, just like usual but this time you had actually went looking around.

you begun to run out of excuses for rehearsal.

but a week later, to your shock, louis’ tall figure had appeared out of no where, talking amongst his friends as he was leaned up against the lockers, a smirk on his face as his arms were crossed.

you felt stuck in place as you watched him down the hall, gripping the straps of your backpack tightly, wondering how he seemed so calm and put back into place after all that happened to him. bruises still littered his face and his top lip was still split but he still had that stupid boasting look on his face that made you hate him so much in the first place.

you inhaled sharply before walking up to him, almost regretting doing so as you had no plan on what to say to him once you reached him, but luckily, you could always count on louis to pursue.

“juliet,” he smirked widely at you, making you want to punch him in the face. “you still keeping excuses for me in rehearsal?”

they all smiled in snide ways as they stared at you and it made your cheeks glow red and chest tighten. it made you think back to when he was angered to when you called him an asshole, but this proved he was with how taunting his stare was and how it seemed he practically ignored the fact that you watched him get the shit beaten out of him over two weeks ago.

“louis,” you inhaled lightly, feeling uncomfortable in your own skin. “can i talk to you?”

“go ahead, juliet,” he tipped his head slightly before dragging his eyes along you up and down.

you resisted the urge to lose your nerve at the nickname by biting your tongue, “in private?”

he chuckled a little before looking between his friends.. who also laughed a little, “she wants you, partridge.”

“but what girl doesn’t?”

your chest hurt as they laughed together, “louis, please.”

he stopped his laughing even as his friends continued to chuckle. he felt his own chest twist in ache as your slight beg reminded him of the night blood filled his mouth and his body turned weak with your yells of desperation filling his ears. his face softened as he really looked at you, frowning deeply before taking a step forward, completely dropping his amusement as he flipped your body around with his bruised and cut knuckles, pushing you towards privacy.

his hand was hesitant as it ghosted over your lower back, practically guiding you to the silent corner of the hall.

“what is it?”

“what happened?” your voice was stern as you stared at him with harshness and a hint of worry, something you couldn’t suppress.

“what do you mean?”

you scoffed, “what do i mean? louis, you get the shit punched out of you, don’t say anything about it on the car ride home, then you’re gone for over two weeks, and then just show up. i want to know why.”

“why what, sweetheart?” he frowned, quirking a brow, not giving it up so easy, whatever it was. “shit happens.”

you licked the inside of your cheek, staring at him in disappointment, “shit happens,” you whispered, nodding slightly before turning, not wanting to push it or rather not wanting to receive his dull tone no longer.

“y/n,” he grabbed your bicep quickly, turning you back to face him. his face was much closer than before, his eyebrows slightly lifted, “i’m sorry. you shouldn’t have seen that. they shouldn’t have even touched you,” his eyes slightly twitched to the side of your jaw where your healing bruise was.

he inhaled sharply and couldn’t help but lay his middle and index finger along the pinkish red and yellow mark. you inhaled sharply at how gentle his touch was, your eyes meeting his as he pulled away, straightening his posture while no longer holding any contact with you.

“i thought it’d be worse,” he mumbled, his eyes reaching the floor before looking back into your curious eyes.

“well,” you slightly huffed, “you should see my hip.” he glanced down to the lining of your shirt before meeting your eyes, “how bad are yours?”

he seemed hesitant before reaching for the hem of his white shirt, slightly bringing it up to reveal a large bruise running along his rib cage with the matching colors to your jaw. it made your eyes slight widen as you almost gasped, surprised as you didn’t think they had hit him that much below the neck.

“louis,” you exhaled, covering your mouth as you couldn’t take your eyes off the injury.

“they jumped me after practice,” he laughed a little, but you found no amusement.

“louis, that is not okay.”

“don’t worry about me, juliet.”

“they’re going to kill you,” your voice increased in volume as you took a step closer, “and for what?”

“y/n,” he gave you a pointed look, “it’s not that easy.”

“really?” you were baffled, “because it seems to me like it is. what do you even owe him, louis?”

he seems hesitant as he looks to the side before back at you, “we’re on the same hockey team and i got deemed team captain about two months ago and scouts always look at the team captain, doubling your chances of getting recruited for a college team,” he explained making you frown as you found the lack of connection. “jack wants to be captain because he knows without it, he won’t be recruited.”

you licked the inside of your cheek as you stared at him, “then why don’t you give it to him, louis? if you’re good enough to get team captain, i don’t think you should be concerned about being recruited.”

he scoffed lowly, shaking his head as he looked to the ceiling, “because i’m an asshole, sweetheart.”

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pairings: louis partridge x named!reader

part one of n/a parts.

about. head boy and girl gets deemed and you’re just about out of your mind

prologue, one

warning/s. drugs, swearing, and fire

ricky rocks. n/a

the morning air broke in clouded breaths as louis stepped out in the private courtyard, the cold eating away at his skin while he still only wore his blue stripped pajama pants and the tight white tee shirt he wore every night.

it was nice to breathe like that, the cold air traveling down your throat, the feeling of pins and needles forming right where his adam's apple was, almost as if he was suffocating, causing a sharp inhale.

it was things like that that made louis feel alive, pain in breathing. pain in living.

"top of the morning to ya," the sound of an english accent from a young female voice caused him to pause in his breathing exercises, but relax once more upon realizing the voice resonated from enya, well presented in her uniform that was ironed for once.

he allowed his shoulders to relax before studying her better with an arched brow, taking a second glance. his eyebrows fully furrowed as he watched her search through her pockets for something, her hair swooping close to the side of her face in an escape from behind her ear.

she looked clean, he didn't mean shower clean, but presentable-going-all-out clean. like he had analyzed before, her plaid skirt, blouse, and navy blue blazer seemed to be nicely ironed, not a wrinkle in sight. something very unusual due to enya usually only picking out an outfit from her dorm floor out of rush from waking up late every morning.

and another thing, she was actually wearing her blazer, which was something she never did no matter how cold days got. she liked flaunting the thin white fabric dress shirt that made it easy to see underneath. it filled her ego like a balloon, she liked when people stared. so wearing something that covered that all up was very strange for enya.

"early morning cig?" she held a cigarette up in the air with her eyebrows raised and he hesitantly took it with the one hand that wasn’t stuffed in his pajama pants. confusion still stained his face while he soon leaned forward, allowing her to light it between his chapped lips.

"why do you look nice?" he mumbled, the stick of paper slightly muffling his speech.

"they initiate top girl today," she stuffed her lighter back into her skirt pocket, replying plainly as if expecting that question.

"and you think you're gonna get chosen?" louis rose his eyebrow, internally laughing a bit at the thought, to which she scowls at him and his smirk.

"no, genius, they already picked someone," she gives him a 'duh' look, with her lips pressed into a thin line and her eyes glaring at him as he continued to keep an amused expression, "i'm just a candle holder."

"a candle holder?"

louis had never heard of such a thing in his life.

"yeah... you'll be there," she dumbfounds, waving him and the traveling smoke escaping past his lips off. she frowned as she did so and he knew it was because she so desperately wanted to smoke but probably didn’t want the smell to seep into her clothes anymore than it already was. "top boy should be getting introduced and initiated as well."

"yeah, well i haven't heard," he dips his head suddenly in irritation, scratching the back of his neck as the nervous tick he had kicked in, thinking of the letter he had received about a week ago addressing the topic of.. top boy.

it made enya narrow her brows to his odd tone of voice, watching and waiting for him to look back up at her. and when he does, his eyes are squinting and avoiding hers.

"no way," she inhaled sharply, a grin consuming her face once in dawned upon her. "no fucking way!" he already cringed at the sound of the excitement and tease already twined into her voice, "you're top boy aren't you?"

the seconds of silence was already enough of an answer, but she wanted him to say it.

"something like that..."

"no way!" her faced scrunched and she raised an accusing finger, “you are such a dork!”

“shut up, candle holder,” he spat, his shoulder dipping low against the brick building. “it’s not like i chose this oh-so-honoring role.”

“whatever man,” she smiled harder, tongue poking the inside of her cheek as she seemed to stare at him with a more taunting gaze, “you’re still top boy.”

he rolled his eyes.

“what’s all this ruckus?”

both their heads raised to a slouched finn who had his hands stuffed in his christmas pajama pants. he was an off putting sight for six in the morning with his large cardigan draped over his shoulders and darkened eyes filled to the brim of stress and longing of sleep ruined by his frantic roommate, josh.

finn almost swore sleep still filled his mind as he did a double take on enya, a frown quickly etching into his face as he almost raises his hand to express his confusion, “you look weird.” he takes a moment to ponder whether or not to read deeper into it, and decided yes, “the fuck is on your face?” his head tilts and leans closer to her own complexion while taking note to the gleaming product on her lips that made them look puffier and more.. obvious. something he concludes as clear lip gloss. “weirdo,” he steps away and continues his trail next to louis.

enya frowns, glaring at louis who raises his hand to rub his mouth, attempting to cover the smile on his face, but failed as a sound of stifled laughter seeped past his lips, “they’re crowning head girl and head boy today.”

finn doesn’t seem to be listening as he’s lighting his own cigarette before mumbling, “that shits today?” he drops his lighter in his cardigan pocket before taking a long drag, “you the understudy or something, enya, in case she doesn’t show?”

“oh for god sake,” she rolled her eyes with an exasperated huff, “i’ll see you guys later,” she turns as they nod her off before suddenly pausing, a snide smile filling her cheeks, "i'll see you up there partner," she flicks her wrist to louis, lightly hitting his chest before walking away with a grin still on her face.

“what’s she on about?” finn narrowed his brows while continuing to puff on his cigarette. louis could only shrugged, looking to his feet before back up to finn.

“she probably inhaled fumes while ironing her uniform today.”

°•

the moment you woke up your hand took ahold of your lighter out of instinct, squinting as bright light that consumed your body like a blanket and practically ate away at your eyes.

“chicago,” odessa gripped your dorm room door open, a frown on her face as she drunk in your ratty hair and wrinkled and loosely worn clothes from the day before. her chest tightened and she felt like shit as she asked a question the answer was so clear to, “did you forget?”

you rubbed your eyes from sleep, squinting up at the disoriented looking girl without much of a thought as to why she looked like that, “what?”

“top girl initiation, dumbass,” she walked deeper into your room, marching to the closet where she pulled out a pre-ironed shirt and blazer, practically throwing them your way while walking to your dresser in search of a skirt. “while you were getting high yesterday, they were going through a rundown on all the jobs. and because you weren’t there,” odessa huffs before throwing a skirt at you as you stripped from your day old uniform and shimmied into the clean, “you were deemed candler holder.”

“what, was i not pretty enough to be deemed ‘top girl’?” you stifled a laugh as you stretched your arm into the blue blazer slowly out of the soar bones screaming through your movement.

“you aren’t sober enough,” odessa almost whispers sadly before chucking a tie your way, then marching for the door. “get your shit together and then go to the main hall. you’re already late.”

°•

louis’ mind eased in and out of tension as father george spoke that morning sermon. his voice was low and it made louis feel sick to stomach at how unnerving it wavered throughout the main hall with a slight echo. he estimated he had another two minutes before he’d rip his head off.

being deemed top boy was the stupidest thing louis had ever heard of, especially in front of his airhead friends who all just ate away at this sort of thing. not because it was an honor, but because it was relatively.. embarrassing and really excessive.

him being anxious did not go unnoticed, especially when he couldn’t sit still; bumping his knee up and down, adjusting and readjusting his placement on the hard pews, fiddling the buttons of his dress shirt- it was obvious, especially to josh ovalle who was all too familiar with anxiety.

his elbow shot against louis’ ribs, making him almost jump. josh tried his best to be subtle about it; sneaking his hand into his dress pants before bringing it back into view between him and louis, to reveal two white tablets that louis very well knew were painkillers.

he wasn’t one for taking drugs, especially unprescribed and heavily influential drugs. he wasn’t about that even though half his friend group did just for the hell of it.

it was something josh never understood, especially since louis was as depressed as they got. with shit parents, shit luck, and a shit gene system of inherited disorders, he was bound to fuck himself up and over, but he never really did. it was something he always tried to prevent, never wanting to end up exactly like his shit father.

that’s why he was hesitant before actually taking ahold of the two white tablets and popping them in his mouth quickly, dry swallowing them as fast as he could in hopes relief would consumes him sooner rather than later.

°•

it took you a lot longer to get to the main hall than odessa anticipated.

you had to have taken ten minutes more than she had originally expected, staggering in with a cough causing eyes to hit you the moment you had fully appeared, swinging through those old pine doors, looking absolutely awful.

eyes red, high out of your mind. clothes disoriented and broken out of there ironed perfection. sweat needling in your hairline as you got a look at the attention put on you.

“are you high?” odessa whispered the best she could once you sat down next to her.

“yeah,” you didn’t even try to hide it as you pressed your lips into a thin line, suppressing a grin full of.. whatever it was that you felt.

she inhaled sharply, shaking her head, not even mumbling a single thing that flew through her mind, because it was exhausting being friends with you; risking everything, including your life 24/7 just for a high that didn’t last long enough, leaving you for your own humiliation.

your high was ruined and you only found yourself zoning out before being shoved onto the low mantled stage with a large gold metal painted staff placed in your hand where a candle sat atop, ready to be lit. you stood from one end of the stage where the newly top girl would soon stand in front of you. across from you. enya, someone you just barely knew, stood with the same staff and posture you had, the only thing was, she looked more presentable.

you grumbled before turning to face the very large crowd of your fellow classmates. some holding blank stares, some seeming anxious as father george continued to speak, bragging on about the high qualities of the next top girl and why she was chosen.

it made you rolled your eyes as you slightly tipped your head back, also becoming anxious and bored, thinking that nothing sounded so great about this next top girl. all the things he listed off seemed like easy qualities to fill, so easy you could probably fill them.

probably not though.

but it didn’t help that the person revealed to be deemed top girl was stacey golifolk with her shiny curled blonde hair and sharp facial structure. it made you roll your eyes, tapping your foot as you glanced at enya who held a similar unimpressed gaze.

the girl smiled with what you could guess was fake joy as she held her hands to her chest, seeming flattered as she made her way up to the stage, waving to no one in particular before reaching eyes with you, suddenly almost scowling before forcing the smile back on and opening her arms, as if to hug you. 

“and you thought it’d be you.”

you weren’t sure if you imagined it. you probably did as she seemed completely unbothered pulling away to claim her crown, but your chest still tightened and you couldn’t help but have kindergarten flashbacks when you were pushed in the mud by someone just like stacey golifolk. it made your mind swarm with hate, making your grip on the candle staff tighten.

you hated her.

that’s why you lit her on fire.

after a cheesy cape was wrapped around her shoulders and crown was placed on her big dumb blonde head, the stage was made hers and she begun to give her miss america speech. she almost finished it too if it weren’t for you slowly lowering the gold staff onto the red cape, allowing it to catch fire.

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thank god it was nancy and not my boy steve.

also the scene where max was looking through the binoculars to get a look at steve— 😭

who’s the swim pro now?

pairings. steve harrington x fem!reader

about. will lovers lake rekindle yours and steve’s past friendship?

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five people in one canoe—this was not a smart idea. you realized this now as you were practically tipping into the waters of lovers lake, watching dustin, lucas, and max grow smaller and smaller from the shore line as eddie and robin paddle you all further and further into the blue.

how you ended up in this position—you weren’t exactly sure but it all started with chasing down a news story for the hawkins high school paper, something you honestly should have stayed out of.

you sat in the middle of the boat, watching the waves slowly splash against the side, implementing cold weather to consume you. this wasn’t the way you imagined to spend your spring break, but you also never imagined to come in contact with steve harrington ever again.

“woah, woah, slow down guys,” nancy reached out causing both eddie and robin to stop paddling the boat, all of you now looking to her where she held the compass and it’s now derange state; shaking in the palm of her hand.

you watched the needle spin so fast it looked as if it would break off, making you narrow your brows. you watched until you looked to meet nancy’s eyes; she was smiling.

“what’s going on guys, why’d you stop?” your ears perked up to the sound of dustin’s voice through the forgotten walkie that sat in the back.

robin quickly grabbed it, “uh, dustin your compass has gone wonky to wonky with a capitol ‘ahh’.”

you all looked back to it before watching steve begin to unlace his shoes.

“wait, steve, what’re you doing?”

“somebody’s gotta go down there and check this out,” he explained. “unless one of you four can top being a hawkins high swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then… it’s gotta be me. no complaints, all right?”

you watched him, your expression still tight with practically confused thoughts. steve now stood, beginning to take off his shirt.

“co-captain of the swim team, my ass. sit down harrington, and watch a pro go to work.”

he stared down to you hesitantly, eyeing you up and down, taken aback at this sudden proposition. he almost didn’t believe the challenging stare you had, but he shrugged, deciding why not and knowing you wouldn’t take no for an answer, “okay, y/l/n, show us what you got.”

you took his place in stance, now unzipping your jacket to reveal a plain tank top that barely laid over your stomach before running your thumbs around the waistband of your jeans.

“woah, don’t tell me you’re just gonna-”

“relax,” you gave eddie a pointed look before pulling down your pants, revealing the pair of boxers you wore for shorts. “ever heard of layering?”

he seemed to shy away at this after a clear exhale of relief came from the group, glad to know you weren’t about to reveal your bare ass.

“see you on the other side,” you looked between all four of them before tipping your head and turning, diving precisely into the cold waters of lovers lake.

it knocked the breath out of you almost immediately and you began to regret wanting to show up steve with volunteering yourself. it had been quite a long time since you had put your swimming skills to test due to quitting the swim team after freshman year.

but it was now or never to freshen up.

you kicked, praying your lungs wouldn’t collapse once you began to see the bottom of the lake floor and came to realization you’d now have to search with the factor that you couldn’t see a foot in front of you… and without a flash light.

stupid.

you mentally punched yourself but continued surfing the sandy floor, your skin now beginning to become accustomed to the cold water with each kick.

and it wasn’t long until you saw it.

it was almost beautiful if you weren’t scared. the glowing mash of colors of red and yellow and orange erupted into the dark blue, lighting up your vision.

you felt consumed.

**

“can’t believe you let her show you up like that,” eddie pulled a cigarette from his pocket, beginning to light it. “not typical of you steve harrington.”

“gross,” robin pulled it from his grasp before tossing it into the water. “bad habit, better stop now.”

he sighed, not even trying to stop it.

“yeah, well, it’s y/n.”

“you’ve known her?” nancy quirked a brow, the sound of his sentence sounding like your nature was nothing new to him and he was very familiar with it. she found this strange, she thought you and steve had only met that day, but it begun to make sense why the atmosphere always seemed so tense and awkward between you two.

“yeah, for awhile,” steve shrugged, like there was nothing to it, like there wasn’t as much history as there actually was. “used to be neighbors before she moved. she was my best friend for the longest time, always came over.”

the sound of waves slapping against the boat was the only thing that filled the air now.

steve thought about how close the two of you were. you were both inseparable and could never take a moment apart. you were the reason he learned poker and knew how to play it so well.

you taught him a lot of things—something he was slightly shameful about. every time he looked back on those memories, he couldn’t help but feel guilty for never reviving the relationship.

and then he thought about the day you moved out due to your parents divorce and how you both thought nothing of it, that it wouldn’t effect your relationship at all, until it did.

you hadn’t seen steve for a long time after that and when you finally did—not a word was said between the two of you and he barely even waved ‘hi’.

it didn’t get any better after that.

“hey uh, it’s been awhile, should we-“

you surfaced through the water fast, practically knocking eddie into the water with you due to him already being leaned over the side. you were gasping for air, your chest heaving up and down as you grabbed onto the side of the boat, looking for some version of stability.

“jesus, since when can you hold your breath that long.”

“you’re not the only life guard here, steve-o,” he chokes out a breathy laugh, almost in relief, his hand grabbing onto your forearm to keep ahold of you.

“what’d you see?”

“are you alright?”

“yeah, i’m fine, pull me up,” you attempted to haul yourself up as they all pulled you onto the boat. “it’s there and it’s a portal right through.”

“did you go through?”

“no,” you shook your head, “but-“

you’re suddenly pulled into the water, your body once again consumed by the cold water and you’re blind. you can’t see and you can barely catch your breath as a strong force pulls you back to the bottom, and finally right through the gate.

and you don’t remember any of it, not one bit, you don’t think you were even conscious; until steve’s hands are clasping your face and lightly shaking you back to consciousness. he’s cold and he’s wet, but in your splitting vision, you can see him slightly smile in relief that you were alive.

“thank god,” he sighed, leaning back a little before leaning back down, pressing his forehead into your shoulder. “y/n, you scared the shit out of me,” he pulls back away, shaking his head, almost as if saying you were unbelievable. “no more trying to prove your pro-swimming skills.”

you laughed, painfully, suddenly becoming aware of the aching sensation that resonated from your throat, “god, harrington,” you begun to sit up, your hand clasping the cut that was etched into your skin. “when are you going to just accept that i’m better a swimmer than you.”

he laughs tentatively, now helping you to your feet, “maybe when this monster-alien bull crap is over,” his hand is wrapped around your waist, steadying you on your feet, while his other one held your hand, “god, i thought i lost you.”

“i’m fine, steve,” you looked at him with sympathy, your head slightly leaning closer to him. “i’m good, i’m alive.”

“yeah, i’d find that a lot more reassuring if your throat didn’t look like it was slit.”

“what even happened?”

“story for another time,” robin clapped the both of your shoulders suddenly, “and if we want to live long enough to tell it, we gotta get going. kiss later.”

the two of you now looked to each other, both burning up in slight embarrassment and now becoming very aware of how close the two of you were.

you awkwardly cough, slightly shifting back and slowly following robin with a backward step, “guess this calls for a rain check, what do you say harrington?”

“i say you’re fucking crazy.”

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steve always felt like he was trapped in his own body after his world got flipped upside down when unexplainable things invaded hawkins as well as his own life and getting into college was no longer his biggest problem.

—and of course, when nancy broke up with him. and what was once home, was now just a shell that carried him around from one place to another.

everything he found fun before didn’t strike him with the same excitement. he suddenly became hyper aware of everything and where his life seemed to be heading toward; which wasn’t bad, just something nobody really wants—a cookie cutter life that resembled exactly his parents.

until he met you.

you were a lot different compared to a lot of girls he had met and put himself into social situations with. you were smart, sarcastic, witty, and actually had things going for you; hobbies, a job, things that mattered in the long run.

you were exactly what steve needed—according to dustin. and he wasn’t wrong; steve just wished he had realized that a lot sooner.

“harrington, i didn’t realize you still came to parties,” the first time he really saw you was when you were leaned on your forearms as you came to fill your red solo cup with the red punch placed on the island as an offering to all. steve stood on the other side, staring off into space while thinking he should have never came until your slight sweet smile came into sight.

“yeah, me too,” he sighed, sounding sorrowful as he took a drink from his own solo cup, trying to pay attention to who was speaking to him—he almost thought it was his own conscious reminding him there were better things to be doing.

“you’re too cool for all this now?”

“something like that.”

you hummed, finishing up the pouring of the punch. you had honestly hoped to get more out of him, but his mouth was practically a steel trap and he didn’t seem exactly present, so you walked off with a nod.

it took him awhile to recognize you, and your name didn’t hit him until it was too late and you had already crossed the room.

**

a month later steve was parked outside of dustin’s house, tapping his fingers lightly against his car, humming to the song on the radio patiently waiting for dustin to come outside when you were walking to get your mail and your eyes caught onto the familiar burgundy BMW parked across the street. you slightly grinned from where you stood.

maybe you could get him this time.

“hey, stranger,” you slightly tipped your head as you bent down to see him properly through his rolled down window, smiling once he turned his head, almost shocked to see your face. “didn’t know you hung around here.”

“oh-i don’t-i-i’m just picking up a friend.”

oh he was already starting off so rough.

“right,” you leaned back to your normal posture, looking to the henderson house for recognition. “didn’t know you ran with the middle schoolers now.”

he nervously laughed, already knowing this would eventually happen; someone would find out that he was practically best friends with an eighth grader—really his only friend at the moment.

“don’t worry i won’t tell,” you winked just as dustin came stumbling down his front lawn to steve’s passenger seat, already taking note of you.

you were already beginning to walk away with your hands shoved into your jackets pockets and steve suddenly felt a rush of embarrassment almost, “it’s not what it looks like.”

“i’m sure it isn’t,” you called back to him.

“really, there’s more to it.”

“maybe you can tell me all about it sometime.”

steve sighed seeing you were already on your own front lawn—therefore too far to continue to explain himself without seeming like a douche.

“who’s that?”

“huh?” steve almost forgot about dustin as he turned to face him.

“that girl, who is that?”

“oh, just some… girl who’s in my physics class,” he was already having a hard time trying to explain it. he felt caught.

“just some girl?” he quirked a brow, not believing the shallowness of the statement.

“what?”

“dude,” dustin already had that blunt look on his face that steve hated so much—something that made him feel dumb as he stared back, waiting for the explanation to his dumbfounded voice. “that’s not just some girl, that’s like.. some girl you want to take home.”

“what?” okay, now he was really lost.

“what’s her name?”

“i don’t know, y/n?”

“you don’t know?”

“yes, i do know, it’s y/n.”

“good,” dustin shook his head, “because you gotta get on that, man.”

“what, no,” steve’s face screwed up, slightly caught off guard with the suggestion. “no way.”

“what do you mean, steve. did you not see that, she was flirting with you.”

“you’re on something henderson,” steve shook his head. “she was not flirting with me.”

“‘maybe you can tell me about it sometime?’” dustin repeated your words, hoping to lay it out better for him, “dude, steve, if that doesn’t mean ‘let’s have a candle lit dinner’ then i don’t know what does.”

he has to think about it for a minute, his head slightly turning as he leans on his wheel, thinking over the conversation the both of you just had ten seconds ago, “oh, she was definitely flirting.”

“see!”

“there is no way you’re giving me advice on girls right now,” steve shook his head, now moving the car into drive. “there’s no way.”

“hey, someone’s gotta give it to you,” dustin shrugs, “you’re losing your touch, harrington.”

“shut up.”

**

it seemed now everywhere he went you appeared. and you were no longer initiating the encounters, it was more of steve’s eyes wandering and they happened to stumble upon you walking down the hall. he cursed himself for noticing you first and your eyes not being there to meet his.

he didn’t understand the feeling eating at his chest as time passed and he thought about you more and more and with barely knowing you. he really wasn’t even sure if the name he had for you was correct.

“thinking about her?”

“jesus, henderson,” steve slightly flinched as dustin fell into the seat next to him on the couch without warning.

“thinking about who?” robin’s ears perked as she suddenly took interest to the conversation just starting.

the three of them currently sat in steve’s basement for a movie night that had been constantly requested by both dustin and robin until steve finally caved—and was now deeply regretting.

“y/n y/l/n.”

good, he was right.

“really?” robins eyebrows raised in surprised. “not the typical bimbo you go for, this is new for you steve.”

“what do you mean.. y/n’s not a bimbo--i don’t go for bimbos.”

“my point exactly, it’s a little concerning,” robin slightly shrugs, “but i’m sorry my friend, you do in fact usually go for bimbos.”

“i do not-“ steve raises his hands before looking over to dustin for help but the boy only nods, having to agree with robin. “okay, whatever, i don’t even like her.”

dustin rolls his eyes, “who were you just thinking about then, huh?”

steve’s cheeks turn red and he can’t help but roll his eyes, “shove off, henderson.”

he begins to giggle, shoving an accusing finger into steve’s face, “you like someone.”

“yeah, yeah, don’t get too excited,” he slaps dustin’s finger out of his face but it doesn’t stop dustin from continuing to sing in mock.

“that’s a first,” robin huffs, “you sure this isn’t just another kelly situation where you think you’re in love but it’s actually just her butt?”

“who said anything about love, or like for that matter? you guys are just jumping ahead of yourselves.”

dustin continues to sing in the background as he hops foot to foot, making robin give him a pointed look, “match maker here seems to think it’s serious.”

“he’s delusional.”

“well,” robin slightly tips her head, “you have seem really distant recently, steve. and y/n y/l/n, whoo, i’d say she’s definitely an improvement from any past love interests.”

“you’re both delusional.”

**

“we gotta stop meeting like this.”

steve almost jumps, looking up through his car window to see your face. once again, you had caught him in the midst of your neighborhood and outside of dustin’s house.

“jesus,” he looks up to you, a lopsided smile twitching onto his lips, “you a stalker now, y/n?”

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you, harrington,” you smiled, shaking your head, standing up to your real posture. “i think you’re the one stalking since you are the one parked right across from my house.”

he scoffed, “you live right across-“

“from your eighth grade best friend?” you raised a brow, making him roll his eyes. “a little weird.”

“do you have anything else better to do than to be making fun of me?”

“no, not really,” you pressed your lips together in a thin line, shaking your head.

he sighs, slightly shaking his own in thought, not knowing if he was about to regret what he was going to do next. he thinks, biting his lip before tilting his head, “get in.”

“excuse me?“

“hop in…my car?” he nods his head toward the passenger seat once more and it takes a minute for you, with your own thoughts, to decide whether or not this was a good idea. you think not, but you still round the car and get into the seat.

“this how you treat all your girlfriends?”

“maybe.”

“funny,” you shook your head, slightly smiling.

“what?”

“just never thought i’d be sitting in steve harrington’s car outside of little dusty henderson’s house.”

“now, why not?”

“oh, you’re too cool for me,” you say sarcastically, looking over to him.

“really, me?” he quirks a brow, smiling, but you could see confusion tainting his expression—he didn’t know if you were serious or not, or even what to make of your statement.

“really, you,” you nodded, “everyone worshipped you, steve… but then you just like disappeared, and even then people still worship you.” you frowned, not understanding the reverence of high school.

you liked steve, you didn’t mind him and had no problem with him, but the obsession some people had with him, you didn’t understand and you almost found quite annoying.

his disappearance and lack of attendance at parties and functions that “popular” kids attended to was something strange and unlike him. he was missed; you didn’t really care, but a lot of people did.

“yeah… right,” he sighed, looking down to his lap for a moment, thinking of all that had happened in the past year before looking back up to you. it seemed his mood was suddenly struck down at your sentence, but you didn’t understand why.

“why?”

“i don’t know,” he shrugged, “there just seemed no point in them anymore.”

“right.”

“what, you don’t believe me?”

“not really.”

“wow,” he says, “and i suppose you find them so much fun, don’t you?”

“well, yeah.”

he narrowed his brows, “girl like you? there’s no way you do.”

“what do you mean by that?” you scowled at him, taking offense.

“i don’t mean it in a bad way,” he’s quick to defend, throwing up his arms, “all i’m saying is that… you seem better than that, y’know? i’ve noticed you before, and you’re not like… a lot of those girls.”

“thanks?” you don’t know if you should take it as a compliment, but you love the way he seems flustered, trying to explain, almost embarrassed.

“yeah,” his voice is low, barely above a whisper, almost not wanting to unsettle the awkward silence. he know turns to look at you, “you don’t-“

he’s interrupted once you lean forward, pressing your lips against his.

he’s surprised, almost not processing what was happening until it hit him like a rock all at once and he finally kissed you back. you couldn’t believe yourself. never had you ever been this bold, but it was now or never, and you had been waiting to do this for awhile.

his hand clasped the side of your face, his other placing on your waist, pulling you further and closer to him till some part of you that isn’t your lips, was touching him.

he smelled of soap and laundry detergent and whatever product was in his hair. he smelled good and you didn’t want to pull away, especially since he was a good kisser, a real good one.

the rumors weren’t wrong.

he moved slow, like he wasn’t worried about time, and his lips were perfectly in sync to yours. but steve was almost overwhelmed, worried that he’d mess up even as this was one of the things he was good at.

you now pulled away, breathing shallowly but smiling as you look to him with a sparkle in your eye. he smiled back, but was finding it hard to keep consistent eye contact.

“are you blushing?” you smiled, slowly pulling away from his body. “is the steve harrington blushing?”

“shut up,” he smiled, his tongue poking into the side of his cheek as he glanced to his lap. “you’re not looking so hot either.”

“shut up, harrington,” you rolled your eyes, lightly shoving him. “i’m getting out of the car now.”

“wait, why?” he’s eager now, watching you shift in your seat.

“because i’m pretty sure your boyfriend just got a show,” you jerk your thumb to dustin who’s standing on his porch with a wide smile. you look back to steve who curses under his breath. “don’t worry,” you get out of the car now, “we’ll see each other again… maybe.”

“oh, c’mon now,” he calls out to you as you round his car, making your way back to your own home, “don’t be like that… call me!”

“so,” dustin is suddenly in his front seat, grinning from ear to ear, “are you two a perfect match, or are you two a perfect match?”

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promise me nothing.

pairings. steve harrington x fem!reader

about. steve and you cross paths, only for him to find out some bad news about you.

warnings. foul language, s4 spoilers sorta

ricky rocks. anotha one 😼🙌 also part two or nah?

“long time, no see, harrington,” you nod as you pass him before looking up and unintentionally connecting eyes with five other people at once. “and children…”

you nod again in acknowledgement, getting a good look at them all before making a move to walk away from the car they were all huddled around, but steve grabs your arm, “hey, what’s going on?”

“i don’t know what you mean.”

he rolls his eyes, still holding your bicep firmly. he tips his head toward the swarm of law enforcement in the front of a house before raising a brow, “you’re telling me this is nothing?”

“just about.”

“y/n.”

“what?”

“i think we need to talk.”

you and steve go back; way back since pre-school days, and although neither of you were ever truly close, there was a mutual understanding that you both had each other’s backs.

you both came from similar backgrounds; life set up since day one, given nice cars, lived in nice houses, and grew up in the hawkins country club aspect for loser adults trying to relive high school popularity by flaunting money.

and you were only tied more together by the strange and abnormal encounters and fights for life against the sci-fi creatures that had no faces and were covered from head to toe in slime—that eventually turned into something way bigger than the mind could fathom.

ever since the mall fire during the summer after senior year, you hadn’t seen steve or any of his nerd posse—till now.

you almost thought you were seeing things, but then again, you should have guessed that when anything remotely strange or out of the normal happened in hawkins, they’d always turn up, immediately on the case.

just never this fast.

“i think i’m dying.”

“what?”

you stood in front of steve, nancy, robin, and three of his freshman friends. their presence made you suddenly anxious and you couldn’t help but begin to talk out of your ass as you slightly paced back and forth in your parents living room.

how steve coaxed you into talking to them—you weren’t sure—but it didn’t take long and it seemed you were almost more than willing to allow them into your home by the way you so easily opened your front door and offered snacks and refreshments.

yep, you were definitely dying.

they watched you with sudden concerned and confused looks, not knowing what to say and not expecting you to throw them this type of curve ball.

“brandon,” you mumbled, your hands shaking out in front of you. “jesus, i can’t even think straight…” you place your hand on your forehead, thinking over whether or not you should ever be speaking right then. “he’s dead.”

“who’s brandon?” dustin glances around to everyone but you, afraid to make eye contact almost.

“her boyfriend,” steve whispers, speaking as if you can’t hear them. and you almost couldn’t.

“i can’t even-i don’t even know-“

“hey, hey,” steve stops you in your tracks of speaking, sitting up from the chair he previously sat in. “you don’t have to say anything right now, just breathe. sit down.”

steve liked you, a lot. like, since day one, even as kids, he couldn’t get you out of his mind.

there was just something about you. you had a good head on your shoulders, you knew what you wanted, you didn’t let anything or anyone knock you off your feet, and you didn’t need anyone to save you. he hated that fact—the fact that you didn’t need him and he hated that sometimes it seemed you weren’t anything more than acquaintance.

“sit down,” he pulled you by the arm till you were close enough for him to place a hand on your waist, carefully guiding you to the chair he was previously in, giving you a soft look. “just breathe for a moment, alright?”

everyone glanced to each other at the gesture, almost not believing it. they looked to steve now where he stood in your place, his hand stroking his chin in thought, “i think it’s time we call in your pal eddie.”

**

it seemed you were in and out of sensibility as you thought over the past 24 hours, not believing it was real. you felt crazy, not being able to keep a stable thought in your head for more than a minute before turning into an emotional mess.

steve knew you weren’t in your right mind, especially after you let eddie into your home without a second thought. he didn’t think you even processed that moment or even realized what you were doing until—

“who are you?”

something you asked twenty minutes after he had been in your home.

“i’m eddie.”

“i think i know you.”

“well i hope so since we’ve been in school together since middle school before you graduated.”

“right,” you narrowed your brows, but didn’t say anything else, not knowing what to even make of him.

you knew eddie, but he was never someone you had ever talked to or had any interactions with. you didn’t care for him; you found him obnoxious and practically repulsing when you were still in school together—but right now, by the way he was looking at you—you didn’t mind him at all.

his expression was soft and full of sympathy, like he understood what was going through your mind and why you seemed so…bipolar in emotions.

“y/n, eddie’s here to talk.”

“why?”

“because what happened to you, is exactly what happened to him.”

you still had narrowed brows as you stared at him, not knowing what to say. there was a small proportion of recognition that struck you when you stared at eddie, not nearly enough for you to trust him, nor enough for you to spill your guts out to him about how your boyfriend was practically castrated right in front of your eyes.

“you’re afraid?”

you slowly nodded your head, eyes wide, not understanding the willingness that has suddenly taken over you, “yes.”

he nods and you feel the need to continue to explain yourself.

“i can’t get that image out of my head. god, i don’t even know if it was…”

“real?”

“yeah.”

he nods again.

“you said you think you’re dying, why?” he sat right across from you on your carpeted floor, now eyeing you carefully with the same cautiousness you had in your own pupils.

“because… the things that were happening to brandon before he was fucking possessed… are happening to me.”

“what do you mean,” he starred at you strangely now, his head slightly tipping, watching you carefully just as the rest of them did.

“the bloodied noses, the nightmares, the headaches, that noise…” you cringed as you spoke, almost shying away from saying more.

“what noise?” robin was leaned forward on her knees, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“a clock.”

it seemed right as you said it, the sound echoed through the room and the lights begun to flicker till there was no light at all and the only breathing body was you.

“you’re fucking kidding me,” your head lifted toward the hallway that opened up to your living room; exactly where the noise was coming from.

this had only happened once before; the first day you had come back from college while you were throwing up in your childhood bathroom. you couldn’t figure it out, you had never been sick before—not like that, but then suddenly your world turned dark and the sound of that damned clock was one of the only things you could hear.

you got to your feet slowly, continuing to stare into the dark as the sound echoed throughout your now empty home. the sound was jarring and something about it made you want to follow it like the last time. you were losing your mind, you had to get out of there.

you turned, only for your body to match right up against an unintelligible one. one much larger than your own.

your eyes went wide immediately, feeling a scream rip through your throat as fear set in fast and your head tipped to see such a haunting face you had never seen before.

“hello, y/n,” it looked like it smiled, examining your frightened state, taking pleasure in it, as you stared back in a paralyzed state. “your time is running thin,” it took a step forward, closer and closer. “you will soon be mine.”

you back peddle, fast, not thinking, not processing, but soon landing on your ass and back into the light where you sat in the same place before but with a pair of hands on your face, with voices yelling and screaming you back to conscious.

you were in shock, your limbs were numb and you could barely keep yourself up in a sitting position. you were breathing hard like you had been holding your breath for the past minute, practically dry heaving, feeling your stomach fold up into itself in terror.

“what happened?” steve’s face was the only thing your could see as his hands clasped your face hard, his nose practically touching yours as he stared at you wide-eyed, dipped in fear.

you stared back, feeling every nerve slowly come back to life within your body—drawing out into a painful process. your body begun to shake, tears flooding into the corners of your eyes as you couldn’t even begin to process the switch between realities.

“steve, get out of her face, she’s going to throw up!” robin was yanking at his shoulder despite his constant persistence, clinging to your body.

“are you okay?”

everyone stood around you, wide eyes, wide with fear, wide with concern.

“are you okay?”

“what happened?”

**

“i was here, and then i wasn’t, but it’s like nothing changed other than you all being gone,” you stood now, guiding them all through the process of your episode, now that you could finally process what had just happened. “it was that sound, that fucking clock sound, and i turned and it was something, like something you’d see out of a fucking movie, like the weird alien-monster things we’ve seen before. i don’t know—”

“vecna.”

“what?”

“she saw vecna,” dustin looks between everyone who all have seemed to agree with this consolation.

“will someone please translate what he just said?”

“vecna,” steve repeated, glancing up to you from the sudden heavy gloom laid upon him. “he’s the reason everyone’s been dying lately, you see him, you’re in an automatic death sentence… but you already knew that…”

you starred at him in disbelief, your eyes switching between each teen that sat on your couch, as if asking whether that was true or not, but they all avoided eye contact--which spoke louder than words.

“you’re fucking with me,” you scoffed, turning on your heal and beginning to pace. “of fucking course.”

“you don’t seemed so… terrified about this anymore,” max is quick to elbow lucas in the ribs who winces.

you ignore it, suddenly annoyed at the swift depressive mood change, “how do we kill this motherfucker?”

**

“you’re not giving up on me, are you steve?”

“of course not.”

the two of you stood on your back porch after steve had lightly pulled you by the elbow, recommending catching some fresh air.

you don’t believe his words. he seemed tired with almost the look of sadness in his eyes. this observation causes you to frown as you tip your head, slightly coming closer to steve to look at him better, “then why does it look like you’re the one dying and not me?”

he scoffs, “y/n.” he gets taller, straightening his posture from where he was previously leaned on your railing. he turns even more serious and it makes you frown. “why didn’t you tell me?”

“what difference would it have made?”

“we could have caught it earlier.”

“and be in the same position as we are in now?”

he doesn’t say anything, but still stares at you with a look that makes your chest tighten and your skin begin to flare up in heat.

and then, “i’m sorry about brandon.”

he wasn’t. he never liked him.

“i’m sorry you had to go through that,” he takes a step closer to you, his hand now clasping your arm. “we’re going to figure this out, i promise.”

“don’t promise me anything, stevie,” your hand softly caressed his cheek, giving him a thinned lip smile before walking inside, leaving him to himself outside.

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Hii! I have a request🌼 İt is reader x louis partridge where they are both famous and they have a loooooooongggg interview about their relationship pleasee, and full off fluff if possible

Thank you🖤

Have a great night/morning🥂🌃

couple's questions.

pairings. louis partridge x fem!reader

about. above

warnings. swearing

ricky rocks. the links within the text are reference photos i guess. not very long because idk sorry lol x

who asked who out first?

“me, i did,” louis mumbled right away, rubbing his jaw as you stared up at him with narrowed brows.

“yeah, after millie made you.”

“no,” his own brows narrowed as he looked down to you.

“yes,” you nodded your head, your mouth slightly opened as he stared at you with confused eyes, “lou, she bought your birthday present for me too.”

“you know about that?”

favorite memory together?

“i have.. none,” louis swiped his nose slightly, bluntly speaking.

"i have to agree."

he's struck offended.

wallpapers?

“lou’s mine,” you held up your phone after unlocking it before showing a facetime photo from when he had fallen asleep on his couch. “he’s also my- well we’re both on my lock screen,” you hit the power button before hitting it again causing the screen to light up and show the two of hugging each other after a day at the beach. “millie also took that,” you smiled before tucking your phone back in your pocket.

“she’s only my lock screen,” he held up his phone, showing a selfie of him having an arm wrapped around your shoulders from behind in new york. “my home screen is just me and my sisters.”

you smiled at the thought of the photo as he stuck his phone in his pocket then looking over to you, smiling.

favorite gift one has received/given?

your eyes brightened at the question before looking to louis who was already looking at you, a light laugh flying past his lips. his arm extended behind the two of you, his hand lightly grasping the back of your neck, giving it a light squeeze before wrapping around your waist.

“well, i’d say the silver chain that has louis’ name on it, but millie was the one who actually gave it to me, so..” you shrugged your shoulders causing him to lightly roll his eyes before fiddling with the thick gold bracelet on your left wrist that he had a matching pair of on his own wrist, something he bought himself for the both of you.

“she bought me my ‘heaven can wait’ sweater” he said bluntly, “i wear it a lot, but it seems she wears it more than i do.”

you laugh lightly, running your eyes along his jaw.

"you know, before we started dating my closet was filled with clothes, but ever since we've gotten together i only have the option of wearing the same thing every day," his tone is slightly annoyed but has playful banter hidden underneath as he lightly pinches you.

you smile hard, thinking about how much your closet has expanded and how it shouldn't even have to matter whether or not he has clothes at home due to how much louis is at your house in the first place.

over the summer, you both had talked about moving in with each other a lot of the time sense it seemed you both already did at your parents homes. you were almost never apart.

who gets annoyed the most?

“louis.”

“what,” he frowns hard looking to you, “that is such bs, there is no way it’s me.”

“you’re getting annoyed right now,” you grin, extending your pointer finger to him, making his brows furrow more. he stared at you a minute more before slapping your finger down.

"yeah, sure; me."

night in or night out?

you both look to each other and you frown slightly in thought. you can tell louis already has his answer by the way he smiles like a sick dog, his hand slapping onto your thigh, "night in."

he's asked 'why' by the interviewer--further extending the grin on his face, "because you can't make out in public."

you scoff, your face beginning to feel hot, "i'd agree, but not... for his reasons."

not totally anyways.

"oh, cmon love," he slightly elbows you in the ribs, "be honest."

"louis, quit being a perv," you shake your head in slight annoyance.

although the two of you do make out, a lot, nights in don't pertain to that idea, totally. you always find time to schedule movie nights, card nights, or even just plainly eat dinner with each others family.

as much as you loved going out, it got harder the more publicity you both faced from recent movies and shows you both did. you couldn't go a minute without a camera being shoved into your face.

what is one thing you both can't live without?

"lou absolutely can not live without his phone."

"neither can you, sweetheart," his voice is sour as he looks down to you, practically scowling at your insinuation.

"yes i can," you narrowed your brows, "you're such a phone face, lou, you don't even know it."

"since when?"

"since i've met you," you dumbfounded, "anytime i try and communicate to you, it takes about five minutes for you to finally get off your phone and look at me."

he winces a bit, knowing it's true, but he still shakes his head with the kiss of his teeth, "afraid not, love."

"fine, we'll put it down for something we both can't live without."

"no," he shakes his head, "i'm changing mine to you."

your face goes soft, and you look up to him, almost caught off guard, "louis, that's actually so sweet."

"what can i say, i'm a sweet man."

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your sister is hot!

pairings. steve harrington x fem!henderson!reader

about. steve makes his first encounter with dustin's hot sister.

warnings. foul language

ricky rocks. short fic to introduce this. i think all future fics i do with henderson!reader will be short and not following the plot of st, just fun :)

"why the fuck is my baseball bat covered in nails?"

dustin cringed at the sound of your voice echoing out past the front door where he just almost got away. steve turned to look at him, his eyebrow arching to the implication of yelling and the look on dustin's face—who had his eyes scrunched closed and his white teeth showing as the were clenched down, wincing.

"dustin!"

"who's that?" steve whispered, demanding the answer as the sound of your footfalls were also echoing through the house and closer to them.

"my sister," he sounded miserable, but defeated as he turned back around and back toward the front door where you were there to meet him, looking absolutely fuming.

steve's eyes widened, slightly taking a step back at the sight of you. you were not what he expected--i mean he didn't expect anyone because he didn't know dustin had a sister in the first place, but he also didn't expect you to be so pretty.

"dustin."

"yes?" his voice was distraught as he looked at his feet, already ready for your scolding.

"why is my baseball bat covered in nails?" you repeated the question, only this time more calm, but the anger was practically soaking your voice.

"uh, funny you should ask, actually," he giggled nervously, his pointer finger coming up as if to make a point, but he ran out of words immediately.

"project," steve finished for him fast, already being able to tell if the boy kept speaking, he'd probably be hung.

you now looked up from dustin and toward steve. you were looking at him as if you hadn't even noticed him until he started speaking. you frowned, looking at him strangely, very strangely.

"dustin," your voice was low as you were now leaned down to his ear, "why is steve harrington on our front lawn?"

"also funny that you ask."

"charity," steve says fast, once again interrupting dustin from furthering this situation into somewhere it didn't need to be. "good for the college application, you know? i'm spending the day with your brother, doing whatever he wants."

you look between the two and steve can tell by how confused you are, you won't push it further. this was very strange for you.

"yeah, whatever," your voice is still low, "just.. buy me a new fucking bat, make that apart of your charity, alright?" you turn around and walk back into the house before he can even answer.

steve is just beyond shock as dustin slowly turns around to face him, already preparing himself for the heat of questions.

"henderson, you didn't tell me you had a sister."

"yeah, for a very good reason."

“your sister’s hot.”

“hey, man, let’s not get so vulgar," dustin's hands raise as he joins steve's side and they begin to walk back toward his car. "that's my sister."

"and she plays baseball?" he exclaims, "how could you keep this from me, it's a fucking crime!”

"steve, you're a whore, i don’t know if you know that—thought i should be the first one to tell you—but that's why i didn't tell you about my sister."

"still man..!"

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key to my heart.

pairings. steve harrington x fem!henderson!reader

about. reader is tired of steve always being on her doorstep, ringing the doorbell in the late hours of the night.

warnings. foul language, gif not mine

ricky rocks. if you have to complain about something, just scroll 😒 don’t waste energy ruining someone else’s mood

“do i have to give you a key or something?”

steve laughs lowly and almost dryly, staring back at you and immediately his hand goes to clasp the back of his neck nervously like a tick.

“yeah that probably would be… easier.. i guess,” his voice dies out in the back of his throat as he replies; he was really nervous.

“stop showing up after 10 pm, harrington,” you shift backwards on the heals of your feet, “some people have things to do in the morning.”

you slam the door shut.

it had been a month after steve had first met you and from then on, it had been short meetings just like this one; him on your front door step in the late hours of the night, in query of your brother.

this was unusual; before, steve used to always wait in his car for dustin, but now he found the short walk to your door enjoyable and almost exhilarating in hopes to see you.

even if seeing you meant being publicly embarrassed or knocking off a few years of his life by how loud you yelled and how much stress he underwent when seeing your face.

“hey, sorry about that,” dustin appeared, shutting the door quietly behind him with a look of distraught on his face. “she gets really moody when she hasn’t had her sleep.”

“no, it’s all good,” steve waves the excuse off as they now begin to walk down to his car. “i find every encounter with your sister… very delightful.”

“somehow, i don’t believe you’re joking,” dustin looks up at steve in skepticism, almost stopping to fully analyze him.

“oh, c’mon man,” he huffs, “you know i’m not serious.”

but there’s a pause in steve’s voice that makes dustin think otherwise, “you know… i don’t think she likes you.”

“really?” steve sounded surprised… genuinely surprised.

“yeah, man,” dustin nodded slowly, slightly confused on how he hadn’t realized this, “i’m pretty sure you stress her out, because lately, she’s a bit more bitchy. you ruin her schedule.”

“i do?”

“yes, she has to take thirty minutes out of her usual routine just for you. she anticipates your visits, you throw her off.”

“she makes time for me?”

the awe in steve’s voice makes dustin slightly cringe, now looking over to him with narrowed vision, “that’s not what i mean…”

**

“alright, i’ll be right back. you can just go and chill in the car.”

dustin waved steve off as he stepped foot into his house, ditching steve on the front porch for a pack of batteries—or whatever the nerd needed, making him frown.

it was currently noon; steve was helping dustin with another one of his dead end projects to keep them busy for the week.

“yeah, tell me when i can chill in my own car,” steve rolled his eyes, turning toward his car in slight annoyance.

“harrington,” the sound of your voice made him pause, turning right around on the heal of his foot to see you marching toward him.

oh boy.

he anticipated what you would do the closer you got, almost wincing, until;

“open your hand.”

“huh?”

you grabbed his arm, jerking his hand into your own, “here,” you slapped a small object into the palm of his hand, “don’t abuse this. i don’t want to see you just randomly lounging around here or by the pool with my mom… this isn’t an invitation for.. whatever, got it?”

you gave him a pointed look the whole time, closing his hand around the small cold item. steve felt like a puddle of melted ice cream for some reason, completely compliant to your words and small hold on his hand—helpless.

“you got it, steve?”

his chest puffed as he inhaled sharply, suddenly drawn away from the fixation of your face and touch, and back to the reality of your stern words, “yes, don’t worry, y/n. no mother—sitting—lounging—just…”

his words draw out before he fully stops himself, catching onto the strange look you gave him and the loosening of your hand around his.

“yeah… okay,” you turned on your heal slowly before disappearing back into your home.

he exhaled, relieved before looking down to his still clenched hand. steve couldn’t help smile to himself as he slowly opened his palm to reveal the metal key to your residents—oh shit.

“you lucky bastard,” dustin shook his head, appearing around the corner, “i don’t even have a key, lost mine so many times, she stopped replacing it. now i gotta use the porch key.”

that made steve grin harder, “henderson, your sister has the key to my goddamn heart.”

“dear lord, steve, let’s not get corny this early in the afternoon.”

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*me showing bestie a picture on my phone* "this is the man I'm in love with"

"Layla that is a grown man"

"Okay, him?"

"Again, grown ass man"

"Her???"

"Layla Jesus christ"

Eddie Munson in a dress

Steve Harrington in a dress

Robin Buckley in a suit

Max Mayfield in a suit

Lucas Sinclair in a dress

Mike Wheeler in a dress

That is all

I want El or Jonathan to be the first people Will tells

I want Will to say something along the lines of "Lonnie was right"

I want Mike to ask why when Will confesses

I want Will to be ripped away from Mike temporarily

I want Mike to give a speech to Will just so everyone can see how much more genuine it is than when Mike speaks to El

I want Steve to be okay

I want Jonathan to atone to his creepiness from season 1

I want Nancy to have at least one tear or a shaky breath that comes close to crying

I want Eddie, even if it's flashback scenes

I want to see the scene of Mike crying on his bike

I want Robin to be okay

I want El to be independent

I want Max's trauma not to be brushed off or rushed

I want Max to be alive but not okay

I want more Lucas

I want Nancy to lay off of Steve and be independent like she wants to be

I want Dustin and Suzie to be touched into slightly more so it doesn't feel strange when she's mentioned

I want Dustin to have something of Eddie's

If Eddie comes back, I want him and Wayne reuniting

I want to sob violently, is that not clear?

I'm giving up on Stranger Things if:

Jonathan doesn't apologize for being creepy

Stancy or Jancy happens (come on duffle bags, let Nancy be independent, you can do it)

Max dies

Max's trauma is rushed or brushed off

Argyle dies

Dustin dies

Lucas dies

Steve dies

Something bad happens to Mike or Will/one of them dies

I hate having a crush on someone who used to be a child actor because I tell my friends and when they look them up a fucking 11 year old shows up like no they grew up science got them I promise

I saw this done by @bylerschapter and I'm like actually obsessed so

idk if anyone has already said this but i was rewatching stranger things s2 and I think the new leak of “Steve, run” is a parallel to S2 EP6 The Spy. During the scene with Steve, Lucas, Dustin and Max where Steve is trying to fight off the demodogs I think it is Dustin that shouts “Steve run,” hence the parallel to the s5 leak.