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Call me Lenore

Oc x Oc Sahir and Azalea

(No x reader sorry not sorry)

Cw: angst, character death, grief, no comfort

Azalea woke up tangled in her lover’s embrace but something felt off.

She ran a hand over his and he felt… cold. Too cold. They had both gotten older but… well she was half elf and lived twice as long as a human. She knew he was slowing down.

But still, that didn’t help her right now, she tried to get a pulse, heartbeat, anything.

Nothing.

She sighed and before she even had time to process what had happened, she pulled on her robe, and went downstairs.

The house was so quiet nowadays. Not like she minded too much. She called for Mike and found him gathering the mail like always.

“The Baron has passed, send for a doctor.” She instructed as firmly as she could, desperately trying to shatter. “Please…don’t take too long Mike..”

She returned to the bedroom, glancing around at the room, seeing what she could make neat before the doctor and whatever else they needed came.

The she slipped out of her robe and climbed back into Sahirs arms.

“You’re probably laughing at me right now…I know how silly it feels…” a sob racked through her body as she pulled herself closer to him, “but I can’t let you go quite yet, my love, I just want to pretend you’ll wake up soon. That you’ll tell me I’m being dumb like always and it’s fine”

Her quiet laughter fell apart into tears, falling asleep as she laid in his arms if only for a minute more.

Just so my like five followers know imma start posting about me and my friend Dino’s dnd characters

Also my asks are open I really wanna write but all my ideas are shit save me

Period comfort

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Cw: periods (duh), cramps, painkillers

“Are you good?” Steve asked, he had noticed you wincing all day.

“Oh yeah, just uh, girl stuff..” you mumbled, curling further into yourself in pain, hoping Steve didn’t hear you.

“Oh.” Damn it. “Do you need anything? I think we have some painkillers somewhere-“ he started looking around the radio station for anything that would help you.

“Stevie, no-“ you grabbed his arm gently, “I’m fine, I don’t wanna bother you.” He sighed and shifted your grasp to his hand, intwining your fingers.

“I’m not stupid, love, I have been with people before, and Robin.” He kissed your knuckles and pulled you to the couch, “come on, sit”

You sat down beside him, curling into his side and using him as a personal heating pad. You are finally able to get comfortable against him and start to doze off.

“Comfortable?”

You nod against him as you fall asleep in his arms.

A/N: I’m in so much pain and I have a double show day. All I want is sleep, I beg of thee

Blurb I wrote immediately after watching the finale so *SPOILERS*

(But not big ones)

Mentions of weddings and parenthood, written with a fem!reader in mind as always, but nothing is explicitly stated.

*Not proofread*

You sat on the roof of the radio station with Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, and of course Steve.

It was nice to see everyone again, since they had all gone off to college and were making their way in the world. While you and Steve stayed here, him taking up coaching and teaching. And you? Well-

“Y/N? What have you been up to?” Nancy asked.

“Oh, well after I finished up at the community college, I decided to be a nanny.”

“Really?” Robin asked

“Mhm,” you gave a small nod, “It… I got lonely, I kinda missed looking after those kids, I mean I’m glad the world isn’t ending anymore, but”

“You miss it.”

You just nodded, taking a sip. Steve’s hand rubbing you thigh as the conversation moved on, along with laughs and stories, new and old. Until you remembered, the ring.

“Oh, look!” You interrupted Steve and stuck your hand out. It wasn’t the flashiest thing, but it was still a beautiful diamond ring.

“We’re engaged!” You smiled, taking Steve’s hand in yours.

“Oh my god!” Robin screamed and Nancy took your hand took look at the ring.

“So you’re really going to be Mrs. Harrington now?” Jonathan asked and you snorted, laughing at the nickname from back then. “Yeah! I mean, we’re still planning, saving up for the wedding and our future and-“

“So you’re gonna be the one to have his six nuggets?” Nancy finally said.

“Oh God, don’t remind me, Nance.” Steve groaned and ran a hand over his face.

“Oh sorry six little nuggets”

Steve just groaned again as you all laughed

“Eh,” you shrugged, “I got Steve, the hair, Harrington in the end”

Steve just rolled his eyes and leaned against you, as the conversation slowly drifted from wedding to their own relationships.

Steve took your hand and kissed, right over the ring, “I love you” he whispered.

“Love you more.” You whispered back.

Healing words

Part 2 of Tainted memories

Pairing: popular!henderson!reader x Steve Harrington, platonic!reader x Dustin Henderson

Warnings: written with fem reader in mind, ending kinda rushed. I just wanted to finish it so I could move onto different parings

You couldn’t get that boy out of your head, and it wasn’t because Dustin wouldn’t shut up about him.

And that’s how you found out he worked at the family video store. So every once in awhile you would pop in to “get a movie”

It was one of these days that you and Steve were totally not flirting, Dustin and one of his buddies came in demanding to use the computer for something.

“What are you doing here?” Steve demanded

“Setting up base of operations” Dustin shrugged.

“Base of operations- for what!?”

“Eddie’s friends’ phone numbers.”

You rolled your eyes at that, it’s not like you hated the guy, but Eddie was…well Eddie. You fiddled with some of the VHS tapes on a nearby shelf since you were rudely interrupted.

You had tuned them out, laughing to yourself as “king” Steve got rejected again. And then when he did join the conversation it was about drugs- and dealers?

“Wait hold on, you’re not planning to go to this place, are you?” You asked looking at your brother.

“No, I’m saying we should fill in the cops” Steve leaned on the counter.

You were about to agree when Dustin interrupted you, “you think Eddie’s guilty, Don’t you,”

“Whoa-“ “well-“ you and Steve started at the same time. You continued, “he didn’t have the best track record…” trying to put it as softly as possible.

“Yeah I mean I believe in innocent until proven guilty and all that constitutional stuff, but I don’t think we can rule it out.”

“That’s precisely what we are trying to do here, Steve. And maybe we’d have a bit more luck if you weren’t trying to find a girlfriend, or flirting with my sister. And more time trying to find Eddie”

“Whoa I- we are not flirting” you argued, feeling you face go bright red.

“Yeah, Somebody has to attend to the customers!”

“Especially if they’re Y/N, right?” Robin Teased, you just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. You messed with checking your makeup as a distraction from that whole conversation.

It didn’t take long for Robin to figure out the guy’s- Rick or something- address. And you all headed out, piling into Steve’s car.

Which all led you here, in the middle of lover’s lake on a dinky rowboat, trying to find a gate to the upside down. These last few hours felt like a fever dream, mind powers, monsters, evil Russians? You didn’t really understand what they had to do with all this but okay.

Steve volunteered to swim down to the bottom of the lake and find the weird portal thing. You weren’t arguing, especially when Steve took his shirt off.

“Wow, dinner and a show, pretty boy.” You laughed as he rolled his eyes.

“Here,” Eddie handed him a flashlight, “good luck”

“Thanks.”

“Steve,” Nance spoke up “be careful”

He nodded and dove into the water, as he didn’t Nancy gave you a look.

“Look I learned that a psychic demon is killing people. I’m coping.” You argued and Nance just scoffed.

You didn’t like how long took for Steve to resurface, and that didn’t even help the terrible gut feeling you had.

So when he got dragged into the water you immediately dove back in, despite how much you hated water.

Barely realizing where you had ended up, you rushed over to Steve and started putting at the vines around his throat. The others appeared around you, Robin handed you an oar to fight off the bats.

Once the bats had been killed you ran over and hugged Steve. You pushed him away once you realized what you did.

“Don’t do that again, you scared the shit out of me.”

You tried to push down all the messy emotions threatening to boil over as Nancy came over to check out his wounds.

You all head off to the rocks that Eddie was hiding out at and hide from the freaky bat things, also patching up Steve in the process.

You guys decide to head to Nancy’s house to grab her guns (the girl only got more and more impressive).

On the way you walk beside Steve, and don’t even notice the death grip you have on his hand, even as he talk with Eddie, you don’t notice.

Too nervous to pay attention to anything but your surroundings.

But Steve does.

“Hey. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just all kinda feeling real? Like I believed it and stuff but now it’s like…”

“Like you can’t ignore it anymore?”

“Yeah”

Steve gently squeezed your hand back, making you realize what you were doing. You loosened your grip a bit, letting slip his hand out if he really wanted to, but he didn’t.

“You’re not nearly as shallow as I thought you were, Steve” you finally admit, even though this is definitely not the time and place.

“Yeah well, back at you.”

“No I mean it, you’re a really good guy. I hated you for so long and you were babysitting my brother and his friends while fighting all of this and you didn’t even have to. I should have been there not you, but I couldn’t leave that stupid mirror long enough to realize what was going on”

You sighed, glancing over at Steve, waiting for anger, disappointment, pity, anything. But it wasn’t there, he just let you talk.

“Hey, at least you’re trying now” he smiled, “and you are doing a lot better than I was.”

He nudged you and got out a quiet laugh.

“Hey Steve, when we save the world, do you wanna go out? Like just the two of us?”

“Are you asking me out?” He let out a surprised chuckle, “you like me?”

“Answer the damn question Harrington.”

“Yeah, of course I would. Totally. So it’s a date?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself”

You rolled your eyes and caught up with the other girls, leaving him to process what just happened.

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Part 2 of my fic is going to be 2nd person bc I have half written and I don’t want to change it, but this is for future stuff

Tainted Memories

Steve Harrington x Popular!Henderson!reader

Cw: written with fem!reader in mind. Mentions of makeup.

*Not Proofread*

The door bell rang…

Again.

“Dustin! Get the door!” You yelled for the millionth time, trying to get your hair just right.

“I said I’m busy! Just get it for me!” Dustin yelled from the other side of the house. You sighed, knowing how much your mom hated it when you yelled, you gave in and opened the door.

To see Steve Harrington of all people. You froze for a minute before he snapped you out of it.

“Hey, is Dustin here?”

What.

Steve Harrington looking for Dustin? You knew the king had a fall from grace but you didn’t think he’d be picking on kids, and he especially knew better than to go after your brother.

“Why?” You leaned against the door frame. “What you want with my brother, King Steve?”

You glared at him, sure did you have a crush on him since middle school, back when you were friends.

And sure have you desperately wanted to talk to him again since he had that falling out with Carol and Tommy H (God knows how much you hated those assholes) But that wasn’t going to stop you from defending your brother when he needed it.

Dustin had finally come to the door and shoved past you.

“Steve! You’re here!” He smiled and they did some weird handshake thing. You shot Dustin a look as your gum popped.

“You know each other?” You asked, Steve tried to stutter something out as Dustin started ranting about how cool his friend was.

Steve stared at you, curls bouncing as you moved, eyes shining in the light, that permeant pout on your lips now covered in lipgloss.

He had never forgotten about you, sure Carol could never shut up about how much she hated you for tearing the friend group apart that day.

You always had a heart too big for this world, sure you were a popular bitch who knew how to play the game and win.

He remembered you being cheer captain, on the dance team, the army of girls who surrounded you. The rumors you ignored as if they weren’t horrible lies. How he made himself hate her just to stay king of the school.

“Don’t stay out too late, okay? You know how mom gets, especially after that fire.” Your voice coated in worry. Then you turned to Steve, “make sure he gets home safe, Harrington, I swear if anything happens it’s on you.” And like that you disappeared.

It stayed like that for a while, you meeting him at the door and him leaving with Dustin. Until one day you opened the looking like garbage. “Come in.” You sighed, you always kept him out of the house, and you had no clue why you let him in today of all days.

Feeling shitty and already having a horrible week. You grabbed one of the beers you hid in the fridge and dropped down on the couch, Steve sat on a chair next to you.

“You okay? You- uh you’re not as done up.”

“I know I look like shit Steve, it’s been a long week, year really…” you sighed and tapped your chipped nails on the side of the can, “do you remember the last time we actually talked? Like had an actual conversation?”

He paused for a while, you broke out laughing. “It was junior year, prom night.” You took a long sip, “Carol and Tommy were probably in some bathroom stall, our dates were god knows where. And so we talked.”

“I barely remember that…” he confessed.

“Yeah I think we were both drunk, it wasn’t for long. My date showed up pretty quickly, I don’t know why I went with him he was so annoying.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes, then your tone shifted to something softer. “I can’t seem to get that day out of my head.”

“I’m sorry,”

“I am too, for everything.”

“You shouldn’t be.”

“I still am”

Silence fell over the room, it felt safe. Comfortable.

Then Dustin ran out of his room, trying to drag Steve out of the house.

“Come on dude! We gotta go now!” You watched your brother poorly drag Steve to the door.

“Okay! Okay!”

“Hey Steve?” You asked quickly and stood up.

“Yeah?”

“Friends again?”

“Yeah, Friends.”

And like that him and Dustin left. Finally acknowledging that heat on your cheeks, you collapsed on the couch.

Steve and your stupid crush on his stupid hair.

A/N: I’m probably going to write a part 2 to this. What pov do people like reading??? I did 2nd but kinda hate it idk thanks for reading, ily

Update: I started writing, if you guys have any ideas (I just started season three pls no spoilers) feel free to tell me

GUYS HERE ME OUT

Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader but she’s like the complete opposite of Dustin , like stereotypical popular girl who loves fashion and makeup (but still really close with Dustin even if she doesn’t get him at times)

I might just write this idk

Edit: I started writing