Tag War: Last Line

Babysitters in Love- Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader

Requested: Yes

Pairings: Steve Harrington x HendersonSister!reader

Word Count: 1,948

Warnings: swearing, talks about sex–– not graphic and mainly fluff

Summary: Dating Steve Harrington as Dustin Henderson’s sister has to be a secret–– until it isn’t.

He grabs your waist and pulls you back into him as you’re trying to leave. You giggle and turn in his arms, looking up into his big, brown eyes. 

You lean up and kiss the underside of his jaw. “Babe, I gotta go. I can’t keep making lies about where I am to my mom and brother.”

Steve rubs his nose against yours. “Babe, Robin or Nance will cover for you. Come on. Stay for just 10 more minutes,” he pleads.

“Stevie, I gotta go.” You grab your bag off his bed. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You kiss him real quick and run out of the house.

You jump in your car, and before driving away, you see Steve standing in the front doorway, arms crossed, with the biggest grin spread over his face. You sat for a second, staring–– contemplating. I could stay for another 10. What would be the problem? you thought to yourself.

You shake your head at him and put the car in reverse out of his driveway, and start down the street. Then, your walkie starts going off. “Y/N. Do you copy?”

You grab it off the passenger floor and speak into it. “Yes, Dustin. I copy. What’s wrong?” You’re annoyed. He’s going to ask you for something, you know it.

“Where are you? I’ve been trying to get ahold of you, and you haven’t replied. I called Robin’s, and she said you weren’t there.” He sounded worried.

“Oh, I was at Nance’s.” The minute you said it, you regretted it.

There’s a pause. “Nancy? As in, Nancy Wheeler? Mike Wheeler’s sister?”

You have to keep going at this point because backing out looks worse. “Yeah, Nancy Wheeler. Why?”

“I’m at Mike’s right now. I don’t see you here, Y/N.” You can hear one of the other boys snicker in the back. Fuck, they’re all there.

“I was with Nancy, but then I left to the grocery store to grab some stuff, and I’m heading home, Dustin. Is there anything you actually need from me? If not, I’ll see you at home.” You want out of this conversation desperately. 

“I want to know where you’ve been. Why are you lying?” Dustin’s annoyed tone is annoying you.

“Maybe she was with her secret boyfriend,” Lucas chimes in over the walkie, laughing.

“What? What boyfriend?” Dustin is confused.

You roll your eyes and pull into your driveway. “All of you shut up. I’m home. I’ll see you later.”

“But who––” you cut Dustin off by closing the antenna of your walkie. You walk into the house and smile at your mom, who doesn’t say much other than a “Hi sweetie” while she pets the cat and watches TV.

You head straight to your room and lay back on your bed, thinking about your day with Steve. You start blushing, thinking of him kissing you, his hands roaming over your body. Your fingers wrap into his hair. He would pull away and look at you, love drunk and his lips swollen, just to dip back down to kiss you again.

You sigh. Fuck, I wish I had stayed.

Your door slams open, and you jump up. “Where the hell were you?!”

“Dustie, what’s wrong? Why are you yelling?” Your mom sounds horrified by your brother’s outburst.

He’s staring at you, and you give him the look of death. Tell her, and I will murder you, you think. He picks up on it. “Nothing, mom!”

He steps in and closes your door behind him. “Where were you? Who is this ‘boyfriend’ of yours?” Dustin squints at you.

You squint back. “I don’t have a boyfriend. And I told you where I was.”

“Oh yeah? What did you get then?”

“What?”

“What did you get? From the grocery store?”

You stare at him for a second. You grab your purse and grab out your lip balm. “This. I lost my old one, and I needed a new one.” Luckily, you have barely used this one if he actually wanted to inspect it.

His eyes flicked between you and the lip balm. He huffed, knowing you were lying but didn’t want to continue this fight. He turned to leave, hand on the doorknob, but turned and said, “I may be your little brother, but I’ll still defend you. I’ll kill any guy that looks at you, got that, Y/N?” 

You roll your eyes at his little knight speech. “Yeah, yeah, sure you will.” You’d love to see him find out it’s Steve. Would he really try to fight his favorite male figure?

***

You skip into Family Video, excited to see Steve to tell him to watch out because of Dustin. You see Robin, who smiles at you. “I’ve got a bone to pick with you, Buckley.”

“Me? What did I do?”

“You couldn’t just tell Dustin that I was with you?”

She’s pointing at you, brows furrowed. “What? And then it turns out you’re dead and the last person to see you is me? Nah, tell me next time you need an alibi, and I’ll be there. Otherwise, I’m freaking out trying to find you too.” 

You roll your eyes and put your hands up in surrender, “Yeah, yeah, OK. I’ll let you know next time.”

Steve comes out from the back and instantly lights up at the view of you. He jogs over to you, grabs your waist, and kisses you.

“Ew, you two need a room. And not the back room.” Robin has a disgusted look on her face.

He rolls his eyes at her and grabs your hand in his, and in his other hand he grabs a few VHS tapes that need to be put away. He leads you into the romance section, drops tapes into their correct places, then turns, grabs your face, and kisses you. Your hands wrap into his hair, pulling him closer. You two are out of view of the front counter and the front window, so no one will see.

You pull away, leaning your forehead against his. “Aw, how romantic, bringing me to the romance section,” you giggle.

“Only the best for my girl.”

He goes to lean back into you for a kiss when the one person you didn’t even think of pops up. “What in the ever living hell is this?!”

You both turn, letting go of each other and putting space between the two of you, staring at Dustin. Because of his yell, Mike, Max, and Lucas come running over to see you two.

“Ha! I told you! I told you she had a secret boyfriend! Who knew it was Harrington, though?” Lucas jokes.

Dustin turns and smacks his arm, then turns his attention back to you and Steve. “Harrington! How could you? My sister?!”

“Hey! They’re cute. Leave them alone,” Max comes to your defense. You two had a great relationship, you were the big sister she never had.

Steve is lost for words, but you start laughing. They all turn to you, looking like you’re crazy. “Oh fuck, sorry, Steve. I forgot to tell you, Dustin said last night he’d ‘defend my honor’ by hurting whoever looks at me. Better get ready for a fight, Stevie.”

“Ew! ‘Stevie’! You even have pet names? Disgusting. How long has this been going on?” Dustin has his hands on his hips. You couldn’t help but keep laughing. You knew he was pissed, but seeing him this mad was funny.

Steve grabs your hand, smiling, and says, “Three months.”

“Three goddamn months?! And no one told me?” 

“Wait, you didn’t even tell me?” Max looks offended.

“No one told you because of this reaction, Dustin. We both knew you’d be pissed finding out we were dating. And Max, I love you, but I knew you’d tell Lucas, who can’t keep his mouth shut and then Dustin would find out.” You’ve calmed your laughter and rolled your eyes.

“But three months? When were you gonna tell me? When I get the wedding invite?” she says, hurt. You wrap your arm around her. You didn’t think of how she’d react.

“You can be my flower girl, Max,” you smile and kiss the top of her head, rubbing her arm.

“You guys are getting ahead of yourselves; chill out,” Steve says, putting his hands up and shaking his head. 

You look at Steve, “What? You don’t wanna marry me?”

“Yeah? Is my sister not good enough for you?” Dustin is defensive.

Steve’s eyes are flicking between the two of you. “What in the hell?”

You start laughing and kiss Steve. “I’m kidding, dummy.”

“Ew, oh god, is this gonna happen all the time now? Fuck I don’t wanna see this,” Dustin coveres his eyes like a child.

“Now you know how I feel, Dustin,” Mike says, putting his hand on his shoulder.

“Thank god I don’t have an older sister for Harrington to try and date,” Lucas laughs.

“Hey, dweebs, I don’t plan on dating anyone else. And Henderson, you don’t have to worry. I’m not planning on hurting Y/N. And if I do, which I won’t, you’re the first person that can beat the shit out of me.” Steve’s pointing at Dustin, giving him the OK. 

You roll your eyes. “Um, no. The first person to beat the shit out of you will be me. Dustin will be second.”

He rolls his eyes. “Fine, the Hendersons can tag team beating the shit outta me. Does that sound good?”

You look at Dustin, who’s smiling at you. “Yeah, sounds good.”

“Wait, I deserve a turn!” Max raises her hand.

“Oh my god, you all get a turn to beat the crap out of me, OK?” Steve ruffles his hair, annoyed. 

“I guess it makes sense. Y/N was always our first babysitter, and Steve became our second. It was only a matter of time before they started dating.” Lucas says, shrugging. He seems the least affected. 

“Great, now we’ll always have two babysitters around rather than just one at a time,” Mike rolls his eyes, walking away and checking out the action aisle. Lucas follows. 

Dustin stares at the two of you for a second. “I swear, I don’t want to know if you two are, but if I find out or walk in on the two of you having sex, I will kill the both of you.”

“Wow, too much, Henderson,” Steve shoves his shoulder.

“No, that’s my sister. It’s not too much.”

“Dustin, it is. Shut up. Go pick out a movie with your friends.” You push him towards his friends.

“Gross. Why is he like that?” Steve asks you.

“I’m not sure. He’s annoying.” You grab his hand and lean into him.

“If it means anything, I’ve been rooting for the two of you to date for a while.” Max pipes up.

“Oh yeah? Why?” Steve asks.

“Because Y/N obviously had a crush on you. She always talked about you and would stare and was definitely jealous of Nancy for a while.” Your eyes go wide and you stare at Max.

“Hey, go check out movies with the boys. Shoo. Go,” you brush her away, and wave your hands at her. She rolled her eyes and walked away.

“Oh, so you were a bit obsessed with me, huh?” Steve wiggles his eyebrows at you.

You smack his chest playfully. “Shut up. I’m still obsessed with you, but at least I know you’re obsessed with me too.” You lean up and kiss him, his hands moving your hips.

“Hey you two! Knock it off!” Dustin yells. Steve doesn’t move from you, he just flips him off and dips you, keeping his lips on you.

Tyler confronts Wednesday in S2

Tyler’s obsessive ass not ready to let Wednesday go

That night at Tyler’s hideout / Wednesday’s apartment

The next morning, Tyler brings Wednesday her quad

Fierce & Feisty Friday

Cat Scratch Fever

Wednesday (TV), Canon Divergent, Wednesday/Tyler

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It had been a horrible day, anyway, until Wednesday walked through the door.

There was no mistaking her pale skin, sunken eyes always at least partially hidden by a tantalizing fringe, and dark red lips, so plump that his tongue accidentally darted out to sweep over his mouth.  But he almost didn’t see her signature braids, black as natural hair could be, camouflaged against her skin-tight, black vinyl suit, stitched together haphazardly as though it had been patched up after years of wear and tear.  Tyler’s eyes swept down and up her body, slack jawed.  Her skintight suit revealed a much more mature curves than her baggy uniform hid from his view.

“I’ll have a quad,” she said in her usual sour way, but Tyler didn’t quite hear her.  He couldn’t take his eyes away from the perfectly straight ears standing on top of her head.

“I knew I should have taken off this ridiculous costume,” she grumbled.

Enid sulked next to her, and said, “But it’s our team uniform!  And we’re celebrating as a team!”

“I’d rather celebrate with a quad,” she said.  Then she snapped her fingers in front of Tyler's face.  “Tyler?”

“What?  Oh, right.  Sorry.”  Then he stared Wednesday in the eyes, and tilted his head with a smile so subtle that Wednesday didn’t even notice.

“Well, whenever you get a chance, Tyler,” Enid said in a suddenly wispy, flirtatious voice.  Tyler swallowed hard, knowing he’d been found out by someone.  “We’d all like those fancy frozen latte drinks you make.”  

“Actually, the espresso machine is about to die, so I probably won’t be able to make them.”  He shrugged his shoulders, and moved his eyes back to Wednesday.  “Sorry.”

Enid looked at Wednesday, who had never shied away from Tyler that whole time, and sighed.  “You know, it’s almost dinner time, and I think they’re serving steak tartar.  I want to get there a little early so I can get the freshest cut.”  Then she looked around the empty cafe, and said, “Besides, it looks like you’re closing anyway.”  Then she gave Tyler an encouraging glance, and skipped to the door. 

“You coming, Roomie?” she asked for show.

“You go on,” Wednesday said out of the corner of her mouth.  “I'm going to wait for my quad.”

“Suit yourself!” Enid shouted cheerily as she bounded out the door.

Left alone in the cafe, Tyler and Wednesday stared at each other over the machine for an awkward amount of time.

“Well?  My quad?” Wednesday asked impatiently.

He shook his fantasies out of his head, and said, “Oh, right,” and started on her drink.

The machine sputtered and steamed, then completely died.  Tyler tried every button he could, but nothing worked.  Then he smiled weakly at Wednesday, red in the face, and not sure how this could have happened again, right in front of her.

She rolled her eyes and walked around the counter, and fixed it like she had the first time.  “You really need to be more careful with this machine.  It’s sensitive.”

Tyler stood slightly behind her, determined to learn from from her capable hands.  When she turned fast, her vinyl stuck to his cotton, then unstuck with a whoosh like tape being pulled off.

Wednesday put her hand to his chest and roughly shoved him against the wall.

He grunted, though he wished she had pushed him a little harder.  “What was that for?” he asked.

“Did you break that machine so I’d hang back to help you?”

He tilted his head and smiled patiently.  “Do you really think I’d do something like that?”

She placed a sweet kiss on his mouth, which Tyler wasn't even ready for.  She backed away, her eyes appraising every microscopic movement in his face.  She paused at the unmistakable desire clouding his darkened eyes.  He corners of he mouth quirked up, and he tentatively lifted his hands to her waist.

She kissed him again, her lips dancing with his, grasping and pulling a little more each time.  The ache in his groin from the waxy silk reigning over his mouth, and the pressure of her hips kneading into him in rhythm caused his ears to ring and burn, and the only thing he knew was how much more of her he wanted.  

Continue reading at AO3.

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Post your own Fierce & Feisty next Friday!

Tagging @thecassadilla @bad-at-names-and-faces @firawren, but anyone can post a fierce and/or feisty snippet if they like!

ITS APRIL 13 YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

FETCH ME NEIL

Season 2, Episode 5

Killian: *is tied to a tree, ogres are coming*

Killian: Alright, love, I didn't want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice. Here comes the smolder.

Emma:

Killian: This is kind of an off day for me; this doesn't usually happen.

Wednesday at dinner when her parents are cooing over her new boyfriend, the serial killing hyde, the first night after s1

Enid having to listen to Tyler exist because Wednesday still likes "that normie" and now she has to be civil again.

Wednesday when she accepts that she still likes Tyler and he is actually perfect for her.

Xavier when he's roped into watching Tyler Fucking Galpin because Wednesday commandeered his art shed to harbor a fugitive and he can't turn Tyler in without making Wednesday mad at him.

Gomez and Fester at Wednesday finding true love in Tyler the serial killer

Tyler on his way to seduce Wednesday in s2

The beautiful, talented, exquisite Dame Maggie Smith has just died, and I'll probably be heartbroken about it forever, honestly.

*Ajax and Tyler drunk af

Ajax: I don't think we can enter this bar.

Tyler: Why not?

Ajax: Because it says 18+ only, and there's only two of us.

Tyler: Idiot, just invite more people.

Galpins finding Wednesday asleep on top of François' open grave. She dug her way down to sleep on top of the casket.

rb if you’d wipe all pedophiles off this earth