#comforting

Pairing: Steve Harrington x female reader

Summary: What would Steve do if his girl gets cornered by some creep?

Warnings: creepy guy. damsel in distress vibes. protective Steve. no use of y/n.

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Music rattles through the windows, someone’s laughing too hard in the kitchen, and the living room smells like cheap beer and perfume. Steve had only gone to grab drinks -two cups, one for him, one for you- when he glances back across the room. 

And he sees you. Cornered. 

Some guy he didn’t know is way to close to you. One hand on the wall beside you head, his body angled in like he thinks he owns you. 

Steve’s blood turns cold. He watches you smile politely, try to lean away. The guy leans in more, saying something you can’t hear over the music but can definitely feel in the way he looks at you. 

You shake your head. The guy doesn’t back off. 

Steve doesn’t even remember putting the drinks down. He crosses the room in about three steps, grabbing the guy by the shoulder and yanking him back hard. 

„Hey,“ Steve snaps at him. „What the hell do you think you’re doing?“ 

The guy spins around, clearly annoyed. „Relax, man. We’re just talking.“

„Don’t care. She said no,“ Steve says flatly. He steps between you and the guy without hesitation, placing himself right infront of you like a shield. You reach for his back and rest your hand on his spine. This little gesture gives him the reassurance that you’re okay. 

„I didn’t hear her say no,“ the guy scoffs. 

Steve’s jaw tightens. „That’s because you weren’t listening very well.“ 

The guy looks him up and down. „What, you her boyfriend or something?“ 

Steve doesn’t blink, just stepping closer in threat. „Yeah. I am.“ 

And that’s it. The guy mutters something rude under his breath and tries to step around Steve - bad move. Steve shoves him back, not enough to start a brawl but enough to make the point crystal clear. 

„She is my girl. Get it, meathead?“ Steve growls. „Walk away. Before it gets ugly.“ 

He hesitates, sees the fire in Steve’s eyes and decides he don’t wanted to die. He backs off, disappearing into the crowd. 

Steve doesn’t move until he’s gone. Then he turns to you. 

„Are you alright?“ His voice drops instantly, all the heat replaced with concern. 

You nod, a little breathless. „Yeah. I just - he wouldn’t leave.“ 

Steve’s hands are already on your arms, gentle and grounding. „I’m so sorry. I should’ve been here.“ 

„You were,“ you say softly. „You came.“ 

He exhales like he’s been holding it in. The he pulls you into his chest, holding you close despite the noise around him. 

„No one gets to make you uncomfortable,“ he murmurs into your hair. „Not while I’m here.“

You tilt your head up and kiss him, slow and grateful, like you’re thanking him without words. Steve kisses you back, still buzzing with adrenaline, still holding you tight. 

Yeah, that’s my girl. 

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Off the wall Era Young Michael x Young Y/N

Summary: A family dinner with some family friends, supposedly a chill evening right.. Michael stormed away after yet another snarky comment of his father, Joseph, about his nose and acne.. You're michael's best friend, since forever really.. You both started excessively young but that's what's brought you two closer over the years.. You're also a singer, a young pop star in the making, so naturally you're well invited in the Jackson's.

Author's note : Y'all omg it's been so so long since i've done anything like this.. Sorry for my english if its wrong sometimes lmao, im not a native. I've had this specific scenario in my head since like forever (among many others that will one day see the light of day, but for now here :3) Anyway hope y'all enjoy !

Content : A bit of angst, fluff, comforting, hugging, becoming more than friends ? kissing ??? getting caught ???????? Embarassed and shy teenagers cuties

It was supposed to be such a chill night. Having dinner over at the Jackson's, Katherine's delicious food, the bright laughter of the brothers Jackson mixed with the happy squeal of the sisters, the playfull banter between family friends, including some of jermaine's, tito's, merlon's friends and of course Y/N. Such a huge number of people over at dinner at Michael's tiny house over in Gary Indiana.. But it was just perfect. Just like their usual big family dinner. What could possibly make this go wrong ?..

The answer : Joseph Jackson. Michael's father..

Just before dinner was served, when Katherine was still cooking with Janet, Latoya and Y/N, the kitchen filled with quiet laughs and gossips, meanwhile the boys, Michael and his brothers among the brother's friends were all in the living room, watching TV, talking, somehow having normal conversation with Joseph who was sat on the couch in front of the TV as well until something broke the bright atmosphere.. Joseph making yet another remark on michael's appearance, followed with a dry chuckle.. It just broke Michael's heart.. not only by the fact that his own father was continuously about his body.. but because he heard chuckles.. Not just his father's.. His head snapped towards his brothers and saw Jackie, his eldest brother, chuckle. Something broke inside his heart at the sight of his own beloved brother, the one that was supposed to protect him from harm.. laugh at Joseph's comment about it. He couldn't stand it this time.. He suddenly shot up from his seat and stormed towards the bathroom to lock himself there while silent tears immediatly began to roll down his cheeks..

Silence fell in the room.

"Oh come on Mike !" Joseph said with another laugh.. Jackie watched his brother leave the room.. guilt stinging his heart.. He wasn't laughing at his brother.. How could he.. This was just a nervous chuckle.. Seeing the scene unfold in front of him, Joseph making snarky comments about his acne and appearence reminded him of his own childhood.. He's had his fair share of comments from Joseph as well, but all the other brothers were too young to understand or notice.. But how could he explain that to his younger brother without seeming like an asshole.

The sound of the bathroom door being slammed closed echoed through the house. The Girls in the kitchen all froze for a second, looking at each others until Y/N decided to walk up to the living room to see what happened. Her eyes searched around the room, her brows furrowing when she couldn't spot Michael anywhere.. she understood fairly quickly the situation.

"Where's Michael.." You asked, looking around the men sharing sheepish glances for a few moments until one spoke up, Tito.

"To the bathroom.." He said.

Your eyes shot up to the closed door of the bathroom down the hall. You quietly walked there, shooting a glare at Michael's brothers.. a silent remark of the lack of protection yet for their brother, they all looked down or away in shame.

When you finally arrive i nfront of the door, you hesitate to knock on the door.. You heard the soft sniffles and silent cries of your best friend behind the door. You let out a deep sigh before finally knocking.

"Michael.. It's me.. open up" You said in a soft voice, barely above a whisper. After a few seconds, the door unlocks and creaks open. You see his shadow from behind the dore.. his face hidden as he looked down but you knew already.. You slowly entered the bathroom and closed the door behind you.. Michael stumbled to the toilet and sat on it with the lid closed.. He rested his elbows on his knees as his shoulders slightly shook from his sobs. You look down athim a few saconds which felt like years.. Seeing him like this was heartbreaking.. You lean down to his eye level and gently took one of his hands that were hiding his face.. When you pull his hand away, you're met with his tear streaked face, his slightly red eyes looked up at you and you felt your heart clench.

"He called me big nose again.." He choked out, sniffling as another tear ran down his chin

"A-and.. Jackie laughed.."

Hearing his words, you frown slightly before shaking your head. You gently wiped a tear away from his cheek with your thumb and gently tilted his face upward

"I'm sure he didn't mean it like that.." You said, your voice soft and tender as Michael looked up at you.

"It'd be pretty stupid, don't you think ? I mean.. you have the exact same nose as Jackie.." You said with a small smile, trying to cheer him up

Michael couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle at your words.. He shook his head and glanced up at the mirror in front of him as if analysing his nose. You look back at the mirror as well, looking down at him through the mirror. He finally sighs, wiping his tear with the back of his hand.

"He is right about my acne though.. i-.." He said, more tears threatening to fall down his cheeks again, you quickly stop him by scoffing

"Oh please.. That's such a non problem.." You say, looked down at his face directly again

"you barely even have any.. Plus it's temporary.." You said, still holding his wrist

Michael shook his head

"But it's so noticeable.." He said, running a hand on his cheek with a couple pimples

Y/N rolled her eyes

"It's really not, i promise. I have acne too ! It's just a normal thing to live through" She said, looking down at him with a chuckle. Michael's eyes detached from hisown reflection to look up at Y/N, his eyes squinted as he looked closer

"What acne.." He asked making you laugh.

"See ? It's not that noticeable !" She said, pulling Michael up to his feet to bring him closer to the sink and the mirror. You lean slightly towards the mirror and sighed

"I've got some zitz too, you know ! Of course i wear makeup but- "

"That's not fair though ! We can't tell at all.." Michael said with a small pout. Y/N rolled her eyes again playfully pinching Michael's side, making his yelp and chuckle.

"Now.. stop crying will you.. Whatever comes out of this old man's mouth is a whole lot of bullshit.."

Michael couldn't help but chuckle at her bold words. He hushed her

"SHhh ! he'll hear you.." he said with a small laugh, his tears finally drying up. Y/N giggled

"Oh, he can kiss my ass" you said, making the both of you laugh. You just said that like this.. you were scared to death of Joseph as well.. but seeing Michael smile was more important in this moment. You loked up at him, gently wiping his few remaining tears and fixed his hair slightly before looking back at him through the mirror.

"Let's go eat now, your mom made some killer tacos" Y/N said with a smirk, michael looked up at her and gave her a defeated chuckle and a final nod. He shyly looked down and grabbed his hand to hold onto, just like he also used to.. he loved to just hold hands, touch shoulders, it made him feel safer and closer to her. You both finally exited the bathroom to walk to the kitchen where everyone were sat and basically waiting for the two of you to join so they could start eating. You sat next to each other, of course.. But in front of Y/N was Joseph.. looking down at her, making her feel smaller than usual.. Katherine served everyone, and so far everything went pretty well.. everyone ate, talked with each others, sharing stories making jokes

That is until Joseph talked in his deep gruff voice. Her looked down at Y/N with a small smirk.. one that meant no good.. The second he opened his mouth, everyone shut it. Some even froze up, their fork hanging in the air, some stopped their chewing and breathing..

"So.. Y/N. How's business going for ya. Better than us i hope'' he said with a dry chuckle, shooting a glare at the 5 of the brother jacksons who looked down.. of course he'd find a way to bring them down. Y/N shifted in her seat uncomfortably, glancing back at Michael, who had a frown on his face as he looked down at his place pushing around the food with his fork.. She swallowed hard before looking back at Joseph's dark eyes.

"W-well.. it's going pretty well.. We just signed with a label" She said, a small nervous smile on her face. Joseph's reaction was as expected.. his eyebrows frowned as he looked down at her as if she was something.. weak.. as if she wasn't worthy of being signed with a label. The table was silent until tito spoke up

"Wow Y/N, that's awesome ! Who did you sign with ?" He said with a reassuring smile.. trying to ease the tensed atmosphere. Y/N swallowed heard.. her throat dry as she knew her answer will NOT make Joe happy at all.. she looked down, some sweat pearling down her forehead

"W-with.. M-.. Motown.." She finally stuttered, making the rest of the table gasp silently and flinch, some heads snapped up to look at her, some snapped back to look at Joseph's reaction, Michael looked down at her with wide eyes.. her shoulders raised as if bracing for impact. She managed to sign with the same label as the Jacksons, but this being one of Joseph's proud thing, she knew he would not be happy that HER, who he thought was unworthy of and significantly worse than his children, would be able to sign with the same label as THEM. He glared down at her with wide eyes, ready to say something until Tito spoke up again

"Damn ! That's super cool Y/N !" He said with a bright smile. Jermaine looked at Tito, trying to gather some courage as well

"Y-yeah, Y/N, that's really nice !" He said, some of the others speaking up as well to praise her, Michael looked down at her, giving her a small reassuring smile as he gently held her hand under the table, giving her a light squeeze. Meanwhile Joseph stared down at her, as if his eyes could thouw daggers.. And she felt it through her skin. When she finally dared to smile up at one of Janet's praise, Joseph spoke up again

"So they be signing just about anyone now.." He said, looking back down at his plate. That comment was absolutly personal. Michael's head shot up to look at his father

"Joseph !.." he tried to say, his father immediatly shutting him down by simply glaring at him.. sending a shiver down his spine.. Katherine glared up at Joseph, a silent threat though innafective. Y/N gulped hard, not daring to look up at Joseph again.. until she took a sharp breath and looked up at Joseph, daring him with eye contact.

"And… how's business been going for you guys" She asked, offering Joseph a fake smile that made everyone freeze up.. did she dare to defy Joseph ? Was she out of her mind ? The silence over the table was heavy and suffocating until Katherine dared to breath in and speak

"Well.. as you know the Boys just came back from Touring" She said in her usual soft motherly voice, offering Y/N a reassuring small smile. The brother Jacksons all bursted into shared stories, anectodes from the tour, funny moments, the table finally getting back its bright joy.

"It was sooo fun ! The fans were shouting left and right !" Jermaine said

"They even threw stuff on stage at the end of concerts ! Bunch of plushies and trinkets" Tito followed, making the others smile especially Michael. Y/N giggled as she looked around the 5 brothers

"That's so cute ! Can you keep them ?" She asked curiously. Jackie chuckled, nodding

"Yeah but i don't keep it all.. " He said. Merlon and Janet giggling together as they looked at Michael who was smiling and giggling so joyfully

""What about you mike ?" Janet said with a wide smirk on her face, knowing damn well Michael kept every single plushie that was thrown for him.. his room was packed to the brim with it. Michael looked up at Janet and blushed slightly, looking away from Y/N that was looking up at him expectantly.

"Um.. y-yeah.. i keep.. some of them.." He mumbled, slightly embarassed.

Y/N giggled and nudged his shoulder, knowing damn well this man was too nice to throw away gifts from his fans. The rest of the dinner went fairly well, everyone finishing up their plate and desserts. They were now all in the living room, or outside on the porch, talking, playing games, watching TV ect.. Y/N and Michael looked at each other for a few seconds, a smirk forming on both of their faces as they hurried to hide away. The two of them hurried off to Michael's bedroom, as usual, the sound of laughter and conversations fading in the background as he shut the door of his room.

His room was filled with billions of things.. A huge pile of plushies, you could easily count a couple hundreds there, piles of letters of fans on his desk and some on his wall, with posters of James Brown Stevie Wonder ect.. Tons of papers stacked on top of each other with song ideas, lyrics, scribbles, doodles, notes.. His room didn't fill messy , although it was, it was just.. Him. Michael at his finnest. The room smelled of fresh sheets, which were scattered around on his small messy bed, and a fresh flowery fragrance. Y/N were to this room, as if it were her own. She sat down on his bed as he walked to his desk and picked up a record player.

"Listen to this ! I've been working overnight with Quincy for my solo album you know" He said excitedly, putting in one of his work in progress song.

"I need your opinion on it !" He said, Michael valued your opinion more than any others.. He always asked Y/N first before doing something, even small things like what to wear.. Honestly, it was adorable. So Michael plays his unreleased song : Don't stop till you get enough. The funky beat immediatly fills the room, Michael looks over at her inspecting her reactions, his feets are moving out of pure reflex and instinct. After a while, Y/N bobs her head to the rythm of the music, a smile creeping up on her face as she looks back at Michael while nodding, giving him that recognition he yearned for. They listen to the music for a few moments until Y/N suddenly stands up and mimics one of Michael's iconic dance moon, that little shoulder shimmy with the quick footwork as you rock your hips. Michael looks up at her from the bed with wide eyes, but he quickly starts to laugh as he looks at her try to dance like him. It was clumsy and a bit wobbly, but the energy was definitly there. So he stood up as well, matching her energy, maybe even more. Of course he always tried to be extra. He danced as well, bouncing on his feets, spinning quickly before he pointed to her, which he responded with a robot dance, the one he'd do on TV just to impress. They both laugh together almost to tears, leaning against each other as your shoulders shook from pure joy and playfullness.

"You should do like.." Y/N started, thinking for a few seconds, listening intently to the sound of the music before her body moved on its own, driven by the music, she glanced back at the mirror to see if it looked the same as it looked in her head. She clapped her hands, throwing her head back as she rocked her hips, shooting her hands up and running them down her chest. Michael watched her closely, studying her movements, laughing as he nodded and tried to copy her movement. The two now moving in sync, giggling like giddy kids. Michael laughs and applauds for her

"I'm gonna start taking you to tours with me" He said with a laugh, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close.

"Oh, you wouldn't hang with me !" She said with a teasing smirk, making a body roll against Michael's chest who followed her lead quickly, his hand coming down to her waist. The two of them laughed together for a few seconds, when the song ended, the reflex for the both of them was to strike a pose. They both tried to move suddenly, but Y/N accidently stepped on Michael's foot, making him yelp and fall down, dragging Y/N along with him. Y/N let out a small scream as she landed on the bed face first and Michael falling on top, his elbows holding himself up on top of her. Y/N turns around, their faces now merely inches away from each other, their nose almost brushing.. They looked at each other for a few moments before they both bursted out laughing for a few moments, Michael's curly hair casting a shadow on her face.

They looked up at each other.. this time, looking up in each other's eyes for longer than usual. Y/N notices a certain glint in his eyes she's never really noticed before.. subconsciously, they both lean closer.. so dangerously close, their lips were now almost grazing.. Michael looks down at her, down to her pinkish lips before looking back up at her eyes, as if asking for permission. Y/N looked up in his eyes before looking back down at his lips.. she moved just a tiny bit closer.. That was enough of a hint that he needed. He closed his eyes and leaned closer. So gently, their lips pressed together so innocently. Y/N's eyes closed as well, her trembling hand raising up to touch michael's forearm. Their kiss was clumsy.. their first ever kiss.. both of them too scared to move or say anything. The chemistry felt tangy between them, butterflies rising in both each other's stomach as a blush spread across their faces..

Michael kept his eyes closed and kept kissing her.. both of them exploring this brand new feeling.. both slowly getting lost, Michael's hand gently brushing Y/N's hair as they kissed.. It was so sweet.. so gentle.. so tender.

They were so lost in their moment, they didn't hear the footsteps getting closer to the door. The door suddenly open, Latoya walking in

"Mikey, mother said you had to-" she started but suddenly stopped when she saw the scene unfold in front of her.. Her shy brother, making out with his best friend. She let out a soft gasp as she looked at them with wide eyes. Hearing Latoya's gasp, Y/N and Michael flinched, their eyes shooting open as they both looked back at Latoya with wide eyes, their faces flushed red, not knowing what to do or say right now.. the three of them stayed silent until Latoya smirked and slowly backed away towards the door

"Sorry.." she whispered with a wide grin and closed the door. But before she did so, she giggled and said

"Use protection.."

Michael's face turned even redder if it were even possible..

"L-Latoya !!" He said, embarassed. Latoya finally closed the door and left laughing.. the sound of her laughter fading in the hallway as Michael and Y/N looked at each other again.. Both deeply embarassed and flustered.. But something about this situation was just hilarious. They both bursted into giggles, Michael leaning down to lay on top of Y/N, resting his head on her chest

Now, if you have time, can you do a part 2 where the chase happens? You get to pick who gets us in the end. (If you want to do different endings where each of them gets us, I would not be opposed... :3)

You think I won’t let you have your pick of Yanderes? My darling, this is a buffet. Gorge yourself, I command it.

PART 1: Here

The chase, was on.

it was just past 2 o'clock in the morning when purple-white lightning illuminated your bedroom walls. you awoke in a panic, your little heart beating out of your chest. you quickly hid under your blanket, listening to the rain pounding against the windows, while dime-sized hail threatened to shatter the glass. not being able to stand it any longer, you jumped out of bed and ran to the living room. to your surprise — and immediate relief — your carer was up too, sitting in their recliner drinking tea out of a mug you made for them at school.

“hey kiddo, the storm wake you up too? it's gonna be okay, come sit with [title]. i'll protect you.”

without hesitation, you shuffled your way over to them, careful not to trip on your blankie, wrapped around you tightly like a cape. your carer scooped you up and brought you into their lap, holding your face close to their chest and reassuring you of your safety. the warmth of their gentle words whispered into your hair and body heat soothed you almost instantly.

“i'm scared, [title].”

you said it so quietly that you weren't sure if your carer could even hear it, but as with all things, they did.

“i know sweetheart. you know what? when the thunder woke me up, i was scared too. my heart was beat-beat-beating just like yours is now. but you feel better now, sitting here with [title], don't you?”

you nodded: earnestly, gratefully, truthfully. you did feel better, a 100x better, curled up in your carer's arms.

“i do too baby, i feel so much better having you here to keep me safe. we'll always protect each other, isn't that right?”

you nodded again and tightly wrapped your arms around theirs. they tipped their mug bottoms-up, cleared their throat, and patted your back with an exciting finality, like they had something fun planned.

“well, [title]'s all outta tea and i'm prettttyy sure i heard someone's tummy growl... would my kiddo be up for a midnight snack, hm?”

you and your carer spent the night cooking simple treats, watching old kid's movies, and playing board games. when the storm inevitably knocked the power out, you helped them light all the candles you could find, and they taught you how to make shadow puppets using flashlights and some thin blankets you had tucked away in your closet.

during all the fun, you never realized you had forgotten all about the storm that had you shaking hours before, even though the thunder was no quieter, the rain nor hail any lighter, the lightning no dimmer. you were safe and warm and loved, and that was all that mattered.

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