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Scene One, Take You - Joe Keery

oneshot.

includes: fem!reader, fluff💕🤗, reader plays ‘Amanda Henderson- Dustin Hendersons older sister’, swearing (?)

November 2015, the month where you started filming one of your biggest projects to date, and the month where you met the person you’d eventually fall in love with.

You adjusted the sleeves of the green Hawkins High hoodie—the one costume had given you to help “Amanda Henderson” feel like a real person and not just ink on a script. According to the character breakdown, she was Dustin Henderson’s older sister. Smart, funny, a total science geek—basically, a taller, sassier version of her younger brother. You'd instantly connected with her. The role felt like slipping into something familiar, something that already felt half-yours.

Still, today wasn’t about Amanda.

Today was about not tripping over your lines, or doing that awkward half-wave thing when someone definitely wasn’t waving at you.

You scanned the lot, pretending to search for your mark. In reality, you were just trying to breathe past the nerves fluttering in your chest like caffeine-fueled moths.

BAM.

Your shoulder slammed right into someone rounding the corner.

“Oh crap—I’m so sorry!” you gasped, hands shooting up like you were about to be arrested.

“No, no, that was me, I’m sorry!” the guy said, chuckling.

You looked up. And wow.

Tall, handsome, amazing hair. He had the easy kind of charm you could feel without him even trying. He wore retro-style jeans like yours, but with a vintage striped polo shirt and the cutest smile. In one hand, he held a half-drunk cup of coffee; in the other, a script binder that looked like it had survived a tornado… twice.

“I’m Joe,” he said, flashing a grin. “I play Steve Harrington.”

You let out a breathy chuckle. “Amanda. I mean—Y/N. Amanda’s the character. Dustin’s sister.”

His smile widened at your stumble. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

You nodded, a bit awkwardly, like your head had forgotten how to function in conversation. “Sorry again for basically body-checking you,” you said.

“Oh no, it’s okay. I should’ve looked where I was going,” he shrugged, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

Joe opened his mouth to say something else, and for a second it felt like the air paused—until a megaphone voice shattered the moment.

“Y/N Y/L/N to Lot 3 please, Y/N Y/L/N to Lot 3. Thank you!”

You sighed and gave a small laugh. “Duty calls.”

“Guess so,” he said with a nod. “It was nice meeting you.”

You started to walk backwards toward the lot, still facing him. “You too.”

Then, before turning fully, you grinned. “Try not to walk into any more nervous castmates today, Harrington.”

He laughed. “No promises.”

And just like that, you turned and walked off, heart beating faster—not because of your scene, but because of a guy with great hair and a very, very chaotic binder.

You hope you’ll bump into him tomorrow too.

Pairings: Steve x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 599

AN: Just a short lil something I wrote in like 15min cuz I haven’t posted in a hot sec. Based around S1E1 -T

You head into Hawkins High, wading through the bustling hallway. Your two best friends Nancy and Barb fall into step beside you. 

Pairings: Steve x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 564

You’re probably sitting at a small desk in your bedroom, studying your textbook, preparing for some big test. 

Let’s assume you suddenly hear a dull tapping and turn to find Steve outside your bedroom window.

You stare at him in shock before trying to wave him away but he just knocks again, more urgently so you hurry over and open the window. 

“What’re you doing? I told you I have to stay in tonight.” You whisper to him. “I know, so we’ll study here.” “No, I told you, absolutely not, go away!” “I don’t want you failing tomorrow,” Steve tells you before climbing in through the window anyway. 

Or at least he tries to.

His foot catches on the window frame and he stumbles through, nearly toppling over a bedside lamp. He catches himself, turning back to you and striking a dramatic pose.

“What’d I tell ya? A ninja.” You shake your head at him. Unbelievable.

You and Steve sit down on your bed a few feet apart. Steve reads off of your homemade flashcards as you answer them. 

“Which polymers occur naturally?” Steve asks you. “Starch and cellulose.” Steve nods in agreement before switching to the next card.  “In a molecule of CH4, the hydrogen atoms are spatially oriented toward the centers of a regular…” he trails off, waiting for your reply. “Tetrahedron.” He switches to the next card.

“Jesus, how many of these did you make?” Steve asks, slightly annoyed by how many cards there are. “You said you wanted to help!” You protest. 

“How about this, every time you get something right, I have to take off an item of clothing. Every time you get something wrong…” “Uh, pass.”  “Come on, it’ll be fun.” Steve wines. “No!” Steve rolls his eyes before moving on to the next card.

“During fractional distillation, hydrocarbons are separated according to their…” “Melting points.” “Wrong, boiling points.” “That’s what I meant.” “But it’s not what you said. Take your shirt off!” “No. No!” You tell him, eyes wide. “No? You need help?” Steve asks with a smile before pushing you down onto the bed and kissing you. 

Soon the two of you are going at it, hot and heavy. After a moment of making out, Steve starts to unbutton your top but before he can, you stop him. 

“Steve, come on.” “What?” “Are you crazy? My parents are here.” “Weird. I don’t see them.” Steve remarks, looking around your room.

“Was this your plan all along?” you ask Steve, sliding out from under him. “Get me in my room then get another notch in your belt?” “What? No! Jesus, no.” “I’m not like Laurie or Amy or Becky.” “Yeah, I know Y/N, your not a slut.” “That’s not what I’m saying.” “You’re cute when you lie,” Steve tells you, smiling.  “Shut up.” You say, smiling. 

Steve smiles at you before walking around your room and picking up a doll, making it shakes its head in disapproval, before speaking in a high squeaky voice. “Bad Steve, bad, stay away from Miss Y/N!” You can’t help but laugh at his behavior. 

“You’re an idiot Steve Harrington.” “And you’re beautiful Y/N Y/L/N.” 

You blush before Steve reaches over to once again pick up the flash cards. He clears his throat before asking you another question.