ASHLEY & JADE
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Warnings: Drowning, blood, hints at abuse, drug use, swearing
Author’s Note: GUESS WHO’S BACK, BACK AGAIN? MADDIE’S BACK, TELL A FRIEND! First fic finished in literal months hello yes I still write! I’m not washed up! Is this any good? I don’t know. Is this even a romance? No clue. Will anyone read it? PLEASE DO LMAO
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“It’s show time, ladies.”
Judging by the switch in the squad of middle aged women who made the west deck their pride rock, Billy Hargrove’s shift had begun.
You only had two hours left of your shift now. Once Billy got on deck, you could finally take a break. Fucking Heather always took an hour instead of the allotted thirty minute break, claiming to be easily susceptible to heat stroke.
As if you weren’t.
Still, now that her shift was over, everything would calm down.
Most people were either enraptured or absolutely terrified by Billy. He was…difficult to deal with.
Sure, he was sweet to the adults of the pool; the people who didn’t get in the way were always a favourite of the staffers, but to the kids? He was a menace. You didn’t understand why he’d take a job where he’d have to prioritize the safety of children.
As if on cue, Billy began his stupid strut to the south chair. You always took the north side, where the sun didn’t hit so hard. This gave Billy ample opportunity to strut around the deck like a peacock, smirking at the moms in heat, drooling over him.
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Does It Change The Way You Think Of Me? (Billy Hargrove x Reader)
(billy x reader)
word count: 2,144
warnings: alcohol use, drug use, heavily implied sex
notes: This is the first fanfic I have ever written so I hope it’s okay!! Also that song is such a Billy vibe lol
Monday, an evening in late June. the air is dry, and the Hawkins community pool is still. As he leaves the changing room, Billy lights up a Marlboro, feeling relief as he takes a drag, exhaling some of the stress from his work day. Tonight, he decided, he was going to let loose. Tossing his half smoked cigarette onto the asphalt, he stamps it out and walks to his car, flopping into the driver’s seat and tossing his bag in the back. Pulling out of his parking spot with haste, he begins making his way to your house.
The sun is hanging low, and Drive by The Cars plays on the radio as you organize your vanity, placing your scattered jewelry in a small chest sitting atop it. Just as you’re almost finished up, you hear a car horn blare from below. A familiar sound, and you have more than an educated guess of who it is.
A/N: Well instead of working on my Peter Parker writing challenge fic, Billy Hargrove won’t leave my brain alone. So here we go.
I’ve retconned the Billy & Max relationship a bit for this, so it’s a lil au. Sorry!
Please let me know if you think I should continue!
Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!Reader (I’m still trying to get the hang of writing for the “reader.” Hopefully this is vague enough that you can imagine yourself. If not, send me feedback so I can get better!)
Warnings: Language. Passing, vague mentions of sex. Some Billy Hargrove chain-smoking. Bad writing with a jumpy plot. Seriously, I think I’m way too abrupt. Please send feedback. This one is probably doomed for a re-write.
Word Count: 2.4k of nonsensical, self-important musical references and haphazard, fleeting feelings.
Summary: The snarky record store girl does not like Billy Hargrove. Not at all.
**NOT MY GIF!**
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Winter, 1984
The bell dinged above the door, a jarring interval between the wistful tones of Siouxsie and the Banshees’ Take Me Back. Prompting you to look up from your stack of records in mild annoyance. It had been such a productive day until now, and the vinyl wasn’t going to restock itself.
Well.
Had you known Mr. Born-In-The-USA-Bruce-Springsteen himself was going to walk in, you would’ve played something far less his taste than Siouxsie. Just to annoy him. Serves him right, right?
He paused in the doorway of the shop, wrinkling his nose almost imperceptibly as the sound hit his ears, before striding on toward the “Pop/Rock” section of the store, thumbing his way through Motley Crue’s latest.
Figures, you thought. A man who douses himself with as much commercial-ass hairspray and cologne would like some commercial-ass garbage “metal.” Besides, you’d walked past the blue Camaro enough times in the school parking lot to hear the dulcet tones of whatever bland-ass hair metal he was currently into trying its best to blast the doors off of his beloved metal steed.
You felt a twinge of guilt. You shouldn’t judge the customers for their musical taste so quickly– but between the old church ladies who came in for Handel’s Messiah or whatever they had heard over public radio that week, and the girls from your class riffing on Madonna, you had had just about enough.
Hadn’t anyone experienced the true depth of Queen? Keep Yourself Alive, man!
You had been working at Hawkins’ local record store during the summers since childhood – Old Mr. Cohen who owned the place used to let you sort tapes into piles for cents on the hour until you were old enough for a real job. Immersed in the music since a young age, you appreciated the breadth and depth the shop had to offer– your favorites developing into pieces heavy on synth. Bonus points if the lyrics made you feel especially existential. You loved that moody shit.
A fluff where billy and reader go on a date and max, will, el, mike, Dustin, and Lucas spy on them. They c them making out a lot too. Plz n tyyy☺️
I’m going to make this a blurb simply because I don’t know if I’ll have the time to write another full imagine. this is shit because I don’t write for the kids like at all, but I still hope you like it. also fuck suzie and her bitch ass song.
Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader
Warnings: none
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“Holy shit” Dustin said with a mouthful of his burger. “What?” Will asked and snuck fries from Dustin’s plate. Everyone’s attention was on Dustin until he pointed into the direction that made his jaw drop.
It was you, the girl everyone in Hawkins Middle School had a crush on. Every boy thought you were the coolest chick because you would sneak in the kids to R rated movies and give them free snacks when nobody was looking. “Why is she with him? She could totally do better than that.” Mike furrowed his brows.
“Who is she?” El asked. They boys looked at her like she was crazy, she couldn’t help it, she was still learning everybody, but it was just foreign for someone to not know who you were. “She is y/f/n y/l/n. The most bitchin girl you’ll meet in this town. She’ll get you into movies and get you free snacks, but that’s only for us. She thinks we’re pretty cool.” Lucas popped the non-existent collar on his shirt and Max rolled her eyes at him.
“She’s too good for Billy that’s for sure.” Dustin huffed and pushed his plate away. “Dude, did you really think Y/n was going to go for you, she’s like four years older than us. And plus she looks at us like her little siblings.” Will reminded Dustin. All summer the movies was the one place Dustin wanted to be when he came back from camp, he got to watch his favorite movies and see you, the one he had the biggest crush on.
request: hey! could you do something with a hopper! reader dating robin. the reader isn’t out yet and el walks in on the two making out or something and the reader, el, and hopper have a cute heart to heart? ty!!!
pairing: robin buckley x fem! hopper! reader
word count: 1,250
summary: you finally come out to your family, but it isn’t on the terms you had originally planned
warnings / themes: some cursing, intense makeout session, fluff :)
“Shit, Rob-” You were sharply cut off as the aforementioned girl pressed your body against the front door of your house.
She pulled back briefly to question you again, “You’re sure your dad and sister aren’t home? I mean, I love you and all but-”
You pecked your girlfriend lightly and smiled at her cautious ramblings. “They aren’t home, I promise. They should still be at dinner for a while. Besides, Enzo’s isn’t exactly known for its speedy customer service.” You chuckled before reattaching your lips to her’s.
You began slowly walking the two of you towards your bedroom. Or more accurately, between the lack of light in the house and Robin’s clumsy feet, stumbling. You reached your door and blindly grabbed for your doorknob, lips and tongue clashing with Robin’s as you shoved open the door and entered your room.
She brought herself back to reality to catch her breath and push you down onto your bed. You giggled as she stared down at you with wide eyes. With a smirk, you pulled her on top of you. She straddled your hips and brought her mouth down to your own once again.
“I love you so much,” Robin panted between kisses.
“I love you more, Rob,” You breathed in return.
The exchange made you both widely smile into the kiss.
You pushed her away and tugged at the bottom of her shirt while she chuckled. She sat up and pulled off her shirt before she tossed it randomly behind her.
You threw your arms around her neck and rested them on her shoulders as you brought her face down to your level. You began to tug on her hair as your tongues and teeth clashed. After a few moments, Robin traced her hand down your chest and moved her head down to your neck.
“Robin,” You gasped as she latched her lips to your neck, lightly pulling on the skin with her teeth. You couldn’t help but let out a slight moan when she found your sweet spot and sucked until a bruise began to form. “You like that, love?” She asked, as you quickly nodded.
The two of you were so caught up in one another that neither of you took notice when quiet voices were heard from down the hall. Or when footsteps were leading down the hallway to your room. Or when the door opened.
“Hey, dad and I finished up at Enzo’s early so we grabbed some movies and ice cream for a movie nigh- Oh!” You and Robin jumped apart as Eleven walked into your room without giving it a second thought. “Shit, El, I can explain!” You quickly rambled, trying to find the words to ease your own panic.
“Uh… no, it’s my fault. I’ll just, um, get out.” She rapidly turned and walked out of your room, closing the door behind her. You could already hear her talking to your dad in the living room.
“No, no, no, no, this isn’t how I planned to come out, fuck. I was gonna take my dad out and get him nice and buttered up and then I would tell him and, fuck, what if he doesn’t accept me? Or us?” You rambled as your pace your room.
Robin, who had already gotten her shirt off the floor and put it back on, grabbed your shoulders and forced you to look at her. “Hey, it’s okay. I mean, we would’ve told them anyway, you just said so. Plus, your dad is like the coolest dad ever so I’m, like, at least eighty percent sure he’ll be alright with it.” She tried to reassure you.
“I know, Rob! I mean, at least I hope so. It’s just… I guess I wanted to do this when the time was right and I felt like it. Not because my little sister walked in on us making out.”
“Hey, Y/N/N? Can you come to the living room?” You heard your father call from presumably his recliner. “Shit,” You mumbled.
“Hey! Look at me,” Robin reached for your chin and turned it up so you were looking at her once again, “It’ll be okay. It’s just El and your dad, they’re some of the nicest people I know. I really don’t think they’ll be angry with you. Especially for something like liking girls. I mean, I know it’s not exactly typical, or whatever, but I’m sure they’ll be understanding. Steve was super cool when I told him so-” You cut off her rambles with a small peck.
“Okay, yeah. You’re right. It’s El and my dad. They love me. I got this,” Before you can begin to spiral again, you grabbed her hand and pulled her behind you as you walked towards the living room. In reality, the trek was approximately fifteen feet down the hallway, but it seemed to stretch an eternity as your nerves ate you alive.
You met your dad’s eyes as you came into the room and you couldn’t help but take a deep breath. His ‘chief of police mode’, as you and El liked to call it, had been activated. His face was stoic, mirroring El’s, who sat beside him.
You hesitantly took a seat on the couch, Robin following in suit. “Hey… How was Enzo’s?” You attempted, smiling awkwardly.
He frowned and you briefly closed your eyes, expecting the very worst as he opened his mouth. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
“Why- what?” Your eyes snapped open to stare at your dad. Robin’s hand tightened around your own.
“Why didn’t you tell us you like girls?” He repeated.
El nodded from beside him. “Yeah, I thought we told each other everything?”
Your heart nearly burst at her words. “El, we- we do, it’s just… I don’t know. I didn’t know how you guys would react and I didn’t want you guys to hate me, or, like, disown me or something.”
“Disown you? Y/N Hopper, did you ever genuinely think for one second that I wouldn’t accept you for who you are?”
“I… didn’t know,” You sighed.
“It doesn’t matter to me who you love, I just want you to be happy. And, preferably, tell me when big things in your life happen, like having your first girlfriend.” You swore you were beginning to tear up at his words.
“Really?” A huge smile stretched across your face.
“We just want you to be happy, no matter who that’s with.” El smiled.
“And I guess if you’re gonna date anyone, I should be happy it’s Robin. That way I know she’s a good kid.” Hopper grinned.
A single tear slipped down your cheek as you lept from your seat and threw your arms around your dad. “I love you,” You whispered. “I love you too, kid.” He smiled into the hug.
You pulled back and enveloped Eleven in a similar hug. “And I love you, little one.” You chuckled. “I love you more,” She said.
Once you returned to your seat with Robin, you laced your fingers through her’s and smiled blissfully.
“So, Robin, what are your intentions with my daughter?”
“Dad, seriously? Please don’t go full chief of police on her already.” You laughed.
“Alright fine,” He grumbled, but he had a smile on his face.
“Robin, do you wanna join us for movie night?” El’s eyes lit up as she asked.
“I’d like that.” Your girlfriend smiled as she squeezed your hand. She leaned in and whispered into your ear, “I told you so.”
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Beisksow I love seeing new blogs 😍😍😍 Could I ask for Steve Harrington soulmate au with maybe "you dont want me" from prompt list 01? Thank youuuu 😁😁😁😁
thank you !! im glad you’ve come to check us out! ok i did soulmate and i got really in the zone and when i came back i forgot about the ‘you don’t want me’. i tried to add it but the dialogue didn’t really fit. i hope you like it anyways!
summary: in a world where soulmates feel each other’s pain, (f/n) meets her soulmate after a slut-shaming incident and decides that if he was her soulmate she wanted nothing to do with him. although, after two years people do seem to change.
pairing: steve harrington x reader
writer: ashley
set: the monster (s1e6) and the mall rats (s3e2)
a/n: ok so this has light light light hopper!reader. so light that i didn’t even add it to the reader above because there are no scenes with them together. and i hope you guys like this! this is the first one i’ve posted onto this blog.
‘Starring Nancy ‘the Slut’ Wheeler’ was spray-painted bright red on the Hawk’s marquee when (F/N) strolled up, her hands balled into the pockets of her jacket and a delicate shade of pink snapped from the bubblegum she was chewing. Turning on her heel from the theater, she moved to the alley. The idiot continued to shake the evidence, the ball clinking against the metal can.
When (F/N) reached the alley, she found not just one asshole, but a whole gaggle of them as three of them stood and watched the fourth continue to vandalize the town. If (F/N) was in town more often, she would probably know each of them by name and an extensive reputation, but with her mom living in Indianapolis, she only spent weekends and holidays in Hawkins with her dad.
Now, she stood close to the group, but far enough that they hadn’t registered her standing there. They were taking their sweet time to notice her as she dragged one neatly manicured hand out of its blue jean pocket and checked the time on her watch.
The spray can stopped rounding out the ‘b’ in bitch, and the gaggle of assholes turned to stare at the girl who seemed to just appear. (F/N) raised one arched eyebrow at them, popped another bubble and returned her hand to her pocket.
“Wanna tell me why you’re slut-shaming people?” (F/N) asked cooly, her words smooth like the October breeze, infesting their skin with goosebumps as she spoke. “Or have the fumes already gotten to your head?”
(F/N)’s words were slightly condescending, but her tone stayed crisp as she cocked her head to the side, waiting. It seemed that the fumes had gotten to them as they were slow to respond, and once they did, they all collectively turned to each other before one of them stepped up.
He had dark brown eyes and hair larger than life that didn’t move a strand from where he stood with his gaggle of assholes to squaring his shoulders in front of her. (F/N) couldn’t help but notice the one curl that dipped down perfectly and kissed his forehead. She wondered if it took a lot of effort to get that Superman curl just right.
“Am I supposed to know who you are?” the boy asked with a laugh, his cool facade radiating from him. A cool he wanted but was quickly broken when challenged by others. Especially with the queen of cool herself in his presence.
“No,” she assured him, furrowing her brow. “I’m just a local who would rather bust your chops then go see a movie. It’s not cool to be an asshole, lesson number one, Hairspray.”
Hairspray stared at (F/N) his hackles tense and his eyes turning from a collected annoyance to full-blown irritation by her.
(F/N) spat her gum out, her gaze leaving Hairspray’s without hesitation and she pulled a cigarette from her pocket. “I’m trying to quit,” she explained, lighting the bud and steadying her gaze back on him.
“This doesn’t concern you,” Hairspray told her, trying to make himself big and intimidating as he pushed her back slightly.
“Oh!” the red-haired girl cooed. “Hey there, princess!”
(F/N) looked back to the thin girl storming her way towards them. Her fists were clenched, and her eyes were narrowed in an attempt to keep herself from crying as her eyes focused on Hairspray.
“I’m gonna guess this concerns her,” (F/N) stated, whipping herself around to look back at Hairspray. “So, yes, this does concern me because people who are assholes being assholes need to shut up and listen for once,” she concluded with an unamused laugh.
Nancy Wheeler had her sights set on one thing, and one thing only, and that was Hairspray. (F/N) stepped out of her way as she pushed through like a bull and before any words were exchanged, Nancy had slapped him across the cheek. The teens on the sidelines crowed in amusement at Nancy’s sudden action.
“What is wrong with you, Steve?” Nancy asked Hairspray.
(F/N) noticed the odd tingling in her cheek, the buzzing sensation keeping her back from allowing herself into the argument between the couple.
“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? I was worried about you,” Steve turned back on her, his tone condescending and seemed like he was trying too hard to be emotionless. “I can’t believe I was actually worried about you,” he laughed, trying to distance himself but something in the way he was doing it showed his heart on his sleeve.
“What are you talking about?” Nancy asked, her spine straightening out as she glared at Steve.
(F/N) turned to the entrance as another boy walked in after Nancy, lanky and timid as he stood behind Nancy but didn’t say a word as the gaggle of assholes goaded the two of them. From the goading, (F/N) was able to get one side of the story, Steve’s story, as he had caught her with the timid boy in her bedroom while she was dating Steve.
Now, Steve slut-shaming Nancy without even talking to her was bullshit, and he should’ve known it. He even tried to pry out why Nancy had the timid boy in her room in the first place surrounded by his friends. She was silent, feeling their judgemental eyes on her and was silenced by them.
“Come on, Nancy. Let’s just leave,” the timid boy told her, taking her arm and tried to lead her out of the alley before tempers flared and stupid mistakes haunted them for years to come.
Steve strutted after them bent the wrong way by the timid boy, or who he called Byers. He had the same last name of Joyce Byers, the one her father had told her had gone downhill since her youngest son went missing. (F/N) couldn’t blame her, but for her oldest son, it must’ve been hard with his brother going missing, his mother going a little bit insane and every asshole within Hawkins bullying him on these accounts.
“Hey, Steve, stop it,” (F/N) told Steve sternly, pushing back on his chest as he had done to her earlier. He kept on moving though, pushing (F/N) backward with him, his eyes trained on Byers trying to spark a reaction out of him.
“You know what, Byers, I’m kind of impressed. I always took you for a queer—“
“Stop it, man,” (F/N) said again, able to push him two steps back but he was already pushing three steps forward. It was like all he could see was Jonathan and red as he picked and prodded at every sore wound the timid boy had.
“A screw up like your father. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. I mean, there’s a ton of screw-ups in your family. Your mom. I’m not even surprised with what happened to your brother.”
“Steve!”
“I’m sorry I have to be the one to tell you this, but the Byers’ their entire family is a disgrace—“
She could feel it, the crack in her jaw without getting hit as Jonathan swung around her and hit Steve right in the cheek without a second thought. Steve was on one side of the alley while Jonathan backed himself over to the other side, his chest pumping with adrenaline.
(F/N) sat on the ground, holding her cheek as she watched the two fight through blurred vision. The fight gaining more intensity as the gaggle chanted excitedly and Nancy was trying to get Jonathan to stop without getting too close. (F/N) wanted to throw up as their shouting made her head split and her ears ring and the familiar sound of getting caught came from around the corner.
Callahan had tried to pull Jonathan off Steve before getting knocked in the face, then Powell was able to take him into custody. Steve and his cool guy gang sped off while Callahan hustled after them. Powell had Jonathan against one of the cars and had him handcuffed. Nancy stood off to the side of the alley where (F/N) rested her gaze as she watched Nancy panic.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Callahan said quickly as he squatted and got into (F/N)’s headspace, his big head and dorky mustache swimming into her view as he took his flashlight and flung it between dilating pupils. “You okay? Did you get hit?”
(F/N) shook her head slowly, lifting her hand to her face to feel the only wound she had gotten was a thin ribbon of blood streaming from her nose.
“No,” she muttered, even as she sat there on the ground with her head leaning against the brick of the Hawk, her legs sprawled out in front of her and a cigarette edging closer to falling off her lip, (F/N) still appeared cool. “I think I just met my soulmate, and he’s an asshole.”
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It had been three years since Steve met (F/N). Between her hopping between Indianapolis and Hawkins, the two never spoke more than snarky remarks to the other. (F/N) had never told Steve what she had come to conclude from the mere belief that through Steve’s high school years, he didn’t deserve to have her as a soulmate. His cocky, pretentious, fake cool guy attitude was bullshit and (F/N) wasn’t about to have herself broken up over him.
Only the police station knew the truth, and frankly, they all agreed with her when she said she’d like to keep away from the asshole who felt that vandalizing property was a better way to deal with a relationship than talk it out.
And then, Starcourt Mall opened, (F/N) had graduated and she was spending her summer in Hawkins with her dad since they hadn’t had a lot of time together lately. And the fact that he had adopted a girl with strange powers, but that was a story for another day.
El and (F/N) had become something close to sisters but not quite. They gave each other space and hadn’t quite started to grate each other’s nerves with their habits. Although El making out with Nancy Wheeler’s younger brother, Mike, did always rub her the wrong way. As it did her dad, especially when the door wasn’t propped open three inches.
Jim Hopper had barged in on El, believing Mike was inside, but instead found Max Mayfield with her reading magazines and doing girly things together. He stuttered out an apology and made his way out of their room. (F/N) had entered the room after them, telling the girls that she’d take them to Starcourt the following day so that Max could show El around the new mall and maybe get some new clothes.
The three stood in the mall the next day, (F/N) handing both girls a crisp dollar bill and let them go off on their own letting them know she would be waiting inside Scoops Ahoy. Crowds weren’t something (F/N) was a fan of so sitting in a cold ice cream shop by herself sounded like the best mall experience she could ask for. Plus, she had been to plenty of malls in Indianapolis with her old friends, and if you’ve been to one mall, you’ve been to them all.
(F/N) walked into Scoops with her thumbs rocked in her belt loops and a bright yellow tank top showed off the slight tan she had gotten from the summer sun. (F/N) looked to the counter before anything else and there at the counter stood an asshole. (F/N) almost turned around, but decided that with him pegged behind the counter it would allow her to torture him.
(F/N) stepped up to the counter, leaning her side against the counter as she hit the bell repeatedly to call someone else to the front as Steve glared at her.
“I’m right here,” Steve muttered, but she didn’t even make eye contact.
“I’m sorry, I don’t take orders from assholes or slut shamers or people who run away from the cops when their arrest is valid, (F/N) shrugged her shoulders, hoping someone would come out from the back rather than Steve Harrington.
(F/N) watched as Steve’s face turned red and she smirked at his stupid sailor’s uniform and couldn’t help but think of what a loser King Steve had turned into after graduation.
“Please stop, Robin’s not here to take your order,” Steve muttered, his shoulders hunched as he massaged his temple.
“Guess it’ll be a while,” (F/N) shrugged, tapping her hand on the bell still.
Steve looked like he was going to explode, his face red and stress sweat had started to pile on his forehead.
“Is Erica here?” a familiar face asked from behind the counter and into the backroom. “Oh! (F/N), y-you’re in town?”
“Yeah, I’m spending the summer with my dad and... enjoying Hawkins,” she laughed awkwardly, turning back to look at the customers inside and then to the two behind the counter. She caught Steve’s eye that held a knowing gaze that she wasn’t planning on saying Hawkins but a little girl no one was to know about.
(F/N) shuddered at the look he was giving her but returned to Robin with a small smile, pushing out of her head the thoughts of ‘why would Steve Harrington know?’
“How have you been?” (F/N) asked with a small smile.
“I’ve been working here,” Robin laughed nervously, her hands on the blockers and her knuckles turning white out of anxiety.
“Hold on,” Steve interrupted the two, whipping his head to look over at Robin. “You know here?”
“Yes,” Robin nodded, slowly nodding her head to ensure he caught her words.
“Cool people know cool people, Hairspray,” (F/N) explained with a small, huffy laugh.
“I’m cool,” Steve defended, straightening his shoulders but waiting for them to validate his coolness.
“You’re an asshole,” (F/N) pointed out.
“I’ve grown past that,” Steve explained with a loud sigh.
“He has,” Robin agreed like she didn’t want to but had to.
“Thanks, Robin,” Steve muttered, dejected by the two women berating him. The hand on his shoulder caught his attention finding (F/N) at the end of it and there was a small hope that she’d reassure him in his expression that (F/N) found funny.
“You’ve become a loser,” (F/N) laughed. “But I could be friends with a loser.”
Steve smiled lightly at her words. At the same time, a little girl with colorful beads in her hair pushed past (F/N) knocking her hips into the counter that rattled a stinging pain through her. She hunched over, Steve following suit although the girl hadn’t knocked into him.
(F/N) kept her head down waiting for Steve’s reaction but nothing came. Slowly, (F/N) looked up from her huddled position and through the strands covering her face to catch Steve’s eyes warmed from the thought that she was his soulmate. Maybe it was because of the heartbreak he had gotten from Nancy Wheeler, or perhaps it was because she was just so goddamn cool all of the time, but he’d never thought for a second he’d meet his soulmate. Especially someone he e had met before.
(F/N) smiled like a teeter-totter, one side going up and the other falling down in an awkward ‘yeah, I’ve known all along’ and somehow Steve caught that from just a glance at her guilty face, because now he was pointing one of his sticky fingers in her face, shouting, “You knew!”
“Of course, I knew, dipshit!”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You were an asshole! Why would I tell an asshole?”
“I’m not an asshole now.”
“No, you’re a loser now.”
“Would you go on a date with a loser?”
“Depends,” (F/N) said, a stupid smirk coming to her face. “On the loser.”
“I’ll pick you up tonight,” he winked, trying to lean on the counter but tripping over his two own feet and had to catch himself.
Behind her, she could feel the air shift, and there stood El and Max with shimmering eyes and shit-eating grins now with more fashionable choices of clothing. They stared at her, something lingering that felt like (F/N) had a sister again as the two sung, “Steve and (F/N) sitting in a tree!”
“Are you two children?” (F/N) asked, rolling her eyes at the two.
Hey! So, I was wondering if you wrote for new gen Harry Potter. If you do, can I request a Teddy Lupin x Metamorphmagus! Slytherin! reader? Thank you so much for your time. - ❤️
AHOY!
so, jade and i discussed this request for teddy and neither of us are very familiar with his character enough to feel like we’d be able to bring justice to a one-shot. if you’d like to request someone else or even if there’s another fandom you may like that we haven’t specifically stated we’d be happy to write it for you. but with new gen i don’t think we’re going to be able to write for them. sorry for the trouble!
AHOY AND WELCOME TO BISCOOPSTROOP! On this blog you’ll be able to make requests but before you make a request please keep these things in mind while requesting.
RULES & THINGS TO REMEMBER
we will not write about self-harm, rape, and other triggering content that may be harmful towards our other readers.
keep your requests as unrestrictive as possible. sometimes a lot of detail in a request gets a little confusing but if you’re insistent on a long request we won’t be mad but just know that somethings might not make it in.
but also make sure you’re specific with the character you want, aus, etc.
please be patient with us. there may be two of us running this blog but we still have live outside of tumblr such as jobs, school and a social life.
also, please be kind. we’re from two different countries and our writing styles will be different. we may refer to things according to american vs. european, etc but we’ll try to keep on top of things.
PLEASE feel free to ask for cliches/and or au's! we love them! want a jim hopper!daughter, a harry potter!sister, a soulmate au (one of ashley's faves) or even a tattoo artist, flower shop au we got you covered.
also, if you have a prefered pronoun please include it, i know i tend to write in the third person and you'll get my best quality writing if so. (love, ashley)
FANDOMS WE WRITE FOR
these are the fandoms we’re for sure writing for but if there’s one that you’re curious if we’ve seen or you see it on our main blogs feel free to ask and we’ll see what we can do
stranger things
we are both “adults” (over the age of 18) so if you would like to request for the party in a romantic sense, we would like to politely ask if you would ask another blog comfortable (and possibly closer in age) to them. although, we are here for some platonic kiddos! if that means sibling!reader, just friends with them, babysitter!reader, etc.
marvel (cinematic universe and netflix shows)
harry potter
ASHLEY & JADE
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