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a/n: this bad boy is too long i am Sorry

summary: steve’s got a crush on his friend and robin won’t stop giving him shit about it to ask her out. he snaps and unfortuantely the lady herself hears it. 

wc: 1.2k

“Dude, just ask her out already. You’re gonna make me sick.”

It’s Robin who says it, not even looking at him. Her legs are up on the table, and she’s flipping through a magazine, and if he didn’t know better, he’d think she’s utterly uninterested in the topic. Except he knows she’s not, because she’s using their break to bother him.

Again.

“I don’t see why it matters,” Steve replies, looking down at his hands, instead of at her. He hates talking about this. He hates it.

“Really?” Robin says, putting the magazine down in a dramatic flourish, “You don’t see why it would matter to ask out your friend, who, I don’t know, you’re in love with?”

She’s goddamn loud for al the shit she gives, him, and they’re in Starcourt, and honestly, anyone could hear-

“Could you keep your voice down?” Steve says frantically, and he’s- he’s so fucked.

This is the third time this week someone’s talked to him about her. And he has no idea what the hell to say.

Because it’s not hard, he’s not subtle. She’s his friend, yeah, and she’s also fucking gorgeous, beautiful in that way that catches you off guard. And she always does catch him off guard, always surprises him with new ways  he can fall for her. It’s not fair, how lovely she is, how quickly he went from stranger to friend to his internal narrative around her always being look at me, just once, I love the way you look at me.

She has this way of looking at him, like he’s the center of her vision, like he’s all she sees. And she listens to him, laughs at his jokes and treats him with kindness, and it’s a testament to how ridiculously greedy his about her affection that no matter how much time she spends with him, he still thinks oh, what if you liked me just a little more.

She’d have said something if she did like him, though. She would’ve.

And so now, he’s just stuck, half in love with a girl who loves but just not enough, and all his friends seeing it wrong. It was fine when it was Dustin, giving him shit about moon-eyes around her (which like, fair) but then El had asked him, wide-eyed and innocent why if he likes her he hasn’t asked her to be his girlfriend, and that. That was shit.

And Robin, now. Again.

“Hey, Dingus, if you ask her out-“ she starts up again, and it’s really, really shitty. Because of course he thinks about it, plans it in his head all the time. He thinks about what it would be like if she said yes, the slow bloom of her smile and how she’d light up.

He thinks about what it would be like to be her boyfriend, to kiss her smile and to be who she reached out for, always. He thinks about how she’d look at him, the warm rosy gaze only for people in love. And it’s not going to happen, it’s not, and he knows Dustin and El and Robin, they mean well. They do. But it’s just fucking sad, because they’re wrong> They’re wrong and it’s the worst because he just wants them to be right.

“If I ask her out what, Robin? She’s just gonna say no, and she’s not ever gonna look at me in the same way. And I can’t do that, okay? She’s my friend, and yeah, I might be a little in love with her but nothing I say is gonna make me less of an asshole and make her like me. And I’m lucky she even wants to be around me, so I’m not gonna push my luck okay? Can we just drop it?”

And Robin blinks, just for a second. He runs his hands through his hair, and he isn’t going to fucking cry, he might not be that asshole he was in high school but crying about a girl in front of his friends is just. No. No.

“Dude.”

“Uh, hi guys,” he hears someone say, and for a second he didn’t want to look up because he knows, he knows who’s voice that was, and he’s fucked. He’s so fucked.

She’s there, and she’s looking at him with wide eyes and shocked expression and this is it, this is what he’d been worrying about since he realized how far gone he was for her.

“Why don’t I watch the counter and you guys can talk in the back?” Robin says, the asshole, smiling before shoving them in the back room and it’s all too fast, too much. Terrible. Terrible.

There’s silence for a beat in the back room, and he’s in this stupid sailor costume in front of the girl he adores, about to be rejected, and he hates everything. Every goddamn thing.

“How much did you hear?” he hears himself say.

“So,” he hears her say, and despite his last thought, he still loves her voice, clarion and lovely, “You like someone? What was that about?”

It’s too late to hide things and honestly, he’s not sure he has the nerve.

“It’s uh, It’s you. I like you. Sorry about- yeah. Sorry.”

He’s such a dumbass, a fucking idiot and now she’s going to let him down easy, tell him he’s great but she just doesn’t feel that way and it’s going to be-

“Really?” and he has to look at her, when she says that. Because she sounds breathless and…and happy, like she can barely believe it, and it occurs to him he always wants he to sound like that. Always wants to be the reason she’s happy.

He steps closer to her, somehow possessed my courage.

“Yeah, of course, I uh, I thought you knew.” He doesn’t sound smooth or charming but none of it is registering because she’s smiling, and oh, her hand’s reaching out for his and-

They’re holding hands. They’re holding hands, and she’s smiling at him, and he can smell her perfume and she’s close, she’s really close-

“No, I didn’t,” she says, and her eyes are on him, focused and rosy like he wanted, “I didn’t think- I don’t know what I thought. I didn’t think that.”

Absurdly close, that’s how close she is. She’s close and she’s still holding his hand, and it’s embarrassing how much he wants her to want him. To want him back.

“So what do you think?” he’s not sure how he’s even coherent at this point when the only thing he can focus on is the curve of her cupid’s bow and he close it is to his own.

She smiles at him, like he’s the best thing in the world, and some things are constant, like how even now, when she’s so close and looking at him exactly how he wanted her to, he’s thinking always, always look at me like this.

“I like you too. That’s what I think.”

“That’s, that’s really cool. Not cool, I mean, it’s great-“

She laughs, and he’s stupid but he’s never felt smarter, never felt taller.

She kisses him quick, but for some reason it doesn’t shock him. He kisses her back, arms around her waist and her arms ending up around her neck. She’s the best thing that he’s ever loved, the softest thing he’s ever held. She’s warm and bright and never too much, and when she pulls away to smile at him, her forehead on his, well. Nothing on earth could be better.

STEVE HARRINGTON X READER | Steve has developed a bit of a crush on the new girl that babysits Dustin. After hearing the news that Hawkins is no longer the safe little town the citizens once thought, Dustin’s mother has made sure he cannot travel anywhere without her. Clued in to how Steve feels, Dustin thinks this may just be the opportunity to play wingman, as a connoisseur of romance himself. | 2.3K

There was something about the shrill slash of violin strings that frightened him so deeply. He had faced threats of interdimensional proportion, screaming at death itself in the face, but horror films continued to makes his knees shake and his pulse thunder.

Robin had forced him to rent them out from the Family Video, and despite trying to make up excuses, she wouldn’t hear it. Your pretty looks won’t hold up if you can’t suggest a single good horror movie to customers. She was right, as always, and now a pile of VHS tapes, ranging from Halloween to Friday the 13th, were stacked high on the coffee table. The latter of which, Steve had put on, hoping it would be at least less terrifying than the last.

But every damn time the music would pick up, the ghoulish orchestra of nightmares, the hair on his arms would stand on end. It had gotten to the point where he’d left on all the lights and had double checked the lock on every door and window.

His heartrate was just returning to normal when in the movie the sun rose and daytime reigned, if only briefly, when a sudden knock jolted him up from the couch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Summary: A different kind of date.

Warnings; Fluff, fluff, and more fluff.

A/N; this is inspired by a parking lot i was in a few days ago when i was in canada, and this is an unnecessary piece of information but the lake is lake ontario 😂 enjoy xx

WC; just below 1.8k

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Are you free tonight?

You smile when your phone screen lights up beside you and you see the text from Shawn. You text back a simple ‘yep xx’ and quicker than expected another text gets sent through. 

Good, I’ll pick you up at 8, don’t worry about dressing up! Just wear something comfy  xx

You respond telling him that you’ll be waiting before trying to turn your attention back to the essay you are writing for social studies. 

You were excited for tonight. Shawn had only recently returned home from tour and since has been seeing his family and friends, only being able to see you a few times, meeting you for a coffee in between your classes, when either you’re with your friends or he’s with his. So it’s going to be nice to spend some time just you and him. He had been on tour for 2 months, and despite constantly texting and facetiming, in the 3 years you had been together, this time had been by far the hardest. 

Like, obviously Cassandra and Allie did before Cassandra died, and then we had a little bit with Sam and Campbell but other than that...

And even when they did interact I found myself having to remind myself that they were cousins or siblings or whatever bc they didn’t really interact like they were. Especially Allie and Sam! Like,,,they’re on the same side, why don’t they talk more. I have a better sense of allie’s relationship with every member of the guard than I do her relationship with Sam

pairing: bookstore employee! reader x web designer! Peter Parker (bookstore AU/university student AU)

summary: a cute boy with a knack for technology is brought on to help bring the bookstore you work at into the 21st century.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: slight fluff

a/n: i’m back! i’ve taken so long to put a new piece out there, but life combined with a lack of motivation stalled me for a while. this is an extremely late submission to @moonkissedtom’s and @tonystark-mcu‘s writing challenge even though it ended a long while ago. i was inspired by andrew garfield’s line in ‘the amazing spider-man’ where peter says that he does some web design in his free time. i was also inspired by the book ‘the replacement crush’ by lisa brown roberts. let me know what you think!

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Unlike its rival The Strand, the Cover to Cover Bookstore did not amass large crowds of visitors, as it was tucked away on a side street in Greenwich Village where locals mainly frequented. Instead, it had gained a reputation for the variety of literature it provided to the community, and students attending New York University could often find bargains on used textbooks at the beginning of each semester. The atmosphere was a bibliophile’s version of organized chaos; books of varying sizes were organized by subject on shelves lining the walls, but additional stacks had migrated on top of the shorter bookcases arranged in the middle of the store.

The bookstore had provided you a steady stream of income for the past year, and the owner, Shirley, tended to lean on you heavily for ideas to “bring in the kids your age”. It was evident that technology was not her priority as an elderly woman; the cash register was from the 1990’s, there was no public WiFi, and the store’s website was extremely outdated. Most events and sales were publicized in the store windows, but the local customer base wasn’t sufficient enough to turn a profit anymore. Shirley had put out an ad looking for someone local to design a new website in an attempt to garner more business for Cover to Cover. She told you that a potential candidate had reached out, and he would be coming in the store today to meet with her.

“This little baby deer got so scared crossing the road from seeing the car approaching, it dropped down in the middle of the road and wouldn’t move. After stopping and turning the car off to help them calm down, the mama deer cautiously came to the rescue.“

Heard some important information on Twitter today, and thought I’d post it here for anyone who may not have heard it. This is actually a thing, devised by human rights organisation called Karma Nirvana.

Summary: After a wild night in Vegas you and Shawn end up married according to the tabloids. Will these rumors change your dynamic and be the push the two of you need to finally admit your feelings for each other, or will it be the end of your relationship both professionally and personally? [personal assistant reader] [fake married] [accidentally married] [non au theme] 

Word Count: 8.5k 

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Early morning sun blinds you through the windows of your hotel suite. Your head pounds, body feeling like it’s been hit with a sack of bricks. Your mouth is dry like sandpaper as you reach for a bottle on the nightstand. There’s a heavy weight across your stomach and you look down. An arm. A bulky thick arm with the tattoo of an orchid in a light bulb. Shawn.  

You push back the blankets to reveal the sleeping giant. He is sprawled out beside you on his stomach, arm across your waist, face pressed into the pillows. This wasn’t the first time the two of you ended up in bed together, and it wouldn’t be the last. At least he went home with you last night. As soon as the tequila shots had come out, you started to worry. Shawn and tequila don’t mix well and he gets a little crazy.  

A pang of sickness washes over you and you need to get up. It’s not like you to drink when Shawn drinks. It’s sort of your job to keep him out of trouble and on task. But shit happens. At least he’s with you, like you said. You did your job well enough. You push at his arm and instead of removing it, he curls it tighter around you, pressing on your stomach.

“Shawn, I have to get up. I feel sick.”

“Mmm.” He groans and rubs his face into his pillow. “No, stay with me.”

“Shawn. Now.”

“Stop talking.” He rolls over, toward you, and tugs you closer to him. “My head hurts.”

“You’re hungover.”

“Probably.”

You run your hand over his hair and glitter falls out. You have no idea where that came from but it isn’t what you’re really focusing on. No. The ring on your finger is what catches your eye. It’s Shawn’s, his pinky ring, the rose gold one. Why were you wearing it on your wedding ring finger? Why were you wearing it at all? Oh no. A portion of the night comes flooding back to you. Brian had been joking with Shawn that since he lost his passport yesterday morning, he was illegal in the USA. Oh God Shawn no. You love Shawn, hell, you know him better than most at this point. It’s hard not to fall in love with someone like him, but those feelings were counterproductive to your job and he could never know. Though you suppose he already does, the two of you couldn’t deny looks and familiar touches. It was complicated.

“Shawn get up,” you push him off of you and he sits up quickly. “What happened last night?”

He holds his head and groans loudly. He’d had far more to drink than you did. “I don’t remember.”

You put your hand out for him. “Did we get married?”