Supernatural, Hunting, Living And Love Part 20 Finale
Supernatural, Hunting, Living and Love Part 20 Finale
Dean Winchester x fem!reader
4.7k word count
fluff, idiots in love, friends to lovers
warnings none
Authors Note: We've reached the end!
Original / Previous Chapter
The days blurred together in a haze of crying—sometimes the babies, sometimes her. Most of the time, it was both.
Y/N dragged herself from one moment to the next, barely hanging on, snapping at anyone who dared try to help. She didn’t care that everyone meant well. Didn’t care that Theresa gently offered to take one of the girls so she could rest, or that Sam would cook and leave meals outside her door, uneaten and cold. She didn’t want help. She didn’t want them.
She wanted Dean.
Her girls—Mary and Jody—deserved to know him. Deserved his rough voice humming lullabies, his arms rocking them to sleep, his wide grin when one of them smiled for the first time. But he was gone. And pretending otherwise only made the ache worse.
She kept the nursery pristine, almost obsessively so. Every bottle in its place, every onesie folded just right. The twins were fed, changed, held, and loved. But not once did she hand them over to anyone else, even when her hands trembled from exhaustion. They were all she had left of Dean, and she wouldn’t let them go.
Mornings were the worst. She would wake with one or both babies curled against her, and for a split second, she’d roll over expecting to find Dean beside her. And every time, that moment of Jody shattered like glass.
She’d sit up, hold the girls tighter, and pretend she hadn’t cried again.
It was sometime after midnight when the knock came. Not loud. Just a soft, almost hesitant tap at the door.
Y/N didn’t answer.
She was on the floor beside the crib, one arm resting against it, cradling Mary to her chest while Jody slept in the bassinet behind her. Her body throbbed with fatigue, her shoulders tight from days of tension, but nothing compared to the ache in her chest. The empty space beside her—where Dean should have been—felt unbearable.
Another knock. Then, silence.
“Y/N,” came Castiel’s voice—quiet, careful.
She shut her eyes, jaw tightening.
“Go away.”
But the door opened anyway. Of course it did. Angels didn’t need permission.
Castiel stepped inside, his presence soft but undeniable. He moved slowly into the dim room, scanning the shadows until his gaze landed on her. She didn’t bother to look up.
“You haven’t left this room in four days,” he said.
“I’m aware.”
“You’re not eating. You’re barely sleeping. The girls—”
“What I need is Dean,” she cut him off, sharply. “Not you. Not a report on how I’m doing. Not this constant hovering.”
Castiel didn’t move. “Dean is gone.”
She turned her head toward him, her eyes blazing despite the exhaustion carved into her face.
“And you can just go see him, can’t you?” she said, voice trembling with restrained fury. “You can just pop into Heaven like it’s nothing. Visit him. Talk to him. While I’m stuck here—trapped—with two babies and no answers.”
Castiel’s expression faltered.
“Don’t deny it. Don’t lie to me,” she pressed, her voice cracking. “I know what you are. I know what you can do. And yet you come here with your sympathy like that’s supposed to make it better.”
“I didn’t go to see him,” Castiel said quietly. “Not once. Because I knew it would be unfair to you.”
Y/N laughed bitterly under her breath, tears welling. “Unfair to me? He’s your friend too, Cas. Don’t pretend it doesn’t eat you alive. But at least you can. You could just walk through those gates and see his face again. Hear his voice. I would give everything for that. Do you even realize what that kind of power means to someone like me?”
Castiel looked down, then slowly crossed the room. He didn’t touch her—he never did without permission—but he knelt beside her, his tone solemn.
“I hear him in Heaven,” he admitted. “Not his voice. Not like before. But the peace? The light? It’s stronger when a soul like his is there. I feel it. It radiates outward.”
Her face crumpled. “Then tell me he’s okay. Please, just—tell me he’s happy.”
Castiel’s eyes softened. “He is. He is more at peace than I have ever seen him. But he misses you. He misses you and the girls. That pain lingers, even in a perfect place.”
A sob escaped before she could stop it. Mary stirred, whimpering, and Y/N instinctively hushed her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“I’m drowning down here,” she whispered. “I can’t do this without him.”
“You are doing it,” Castiel said gently. “And not alone.”
She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter how many people are around. None of them are him.”
“No,” he agreed. “But they love you. And so did he. So does he. That love hasn’t left you, Y/N. It’s in every breath your daughters take.”
She didn’t respond for a long time. Just sat there, rocking Mary slightly, the pain raw and exposed between them.
“Stay,” she said finally. “Just for a while. Not because I need help. Just… don’t go.”
“I won’t,” Castiel replied.
And for the first time since Dean died, Y/N let someone stay.
The descent was gradual—so slow that at first, no one noticed.
Y/N stopped sleeping entirely. She only ate enough to keep up her strength for the twins. And when they slept, she didn't. Instead, she read. She read until her eyes burned and her fingers trembled from turning pages.
Every book in the Men of Letters library on angels, resurrection, lore from apocryphal texts, fragments from Heaven’s war, rare Nephilim accounts—she devoured it all. A growing storm of theories and possibilities formed in her mind, fraying at the edges with every passing day.
She stopped seeing Sam and Theresa, stopped letting them into her room. She only emerged to feed the girls, bathe them, rock them. And then she disappeared again, always clutching another volume.
The girls were thriving, healthy and strong—but their mother was unraveling.
Then came the night Castiel appeared again.
He had felt it—the pulse of her energy across the bunker like a beacon, unrefined and full of intent. He found her standing in the war room, her hair unbrushed, circles under her eyes, books scattered across the table in a chaos that had once been meticulously organized.
"You knew," she said as he stepped closer. Her voice was low and brittle, like a fraying wire stretched too tight. "All this time, you knew. You can bring him back."
Cas stiffened. “Y/N—”
“Don’t lie to me!” she shouted, slamming a book down. “I’ve read it all. The Enochian rites. The resurrection rituals. The divine exceptions made during the Fall. Even the lore on Nephilim interference. Don’t you dare stand there and pretend it’s impossible.”
He moved slowly toward her, hands at his sides, calm and cautious. “There are rules.”
“You’re an angel,” she spat. “You break rules. That’s what you do. You raised Dean before, didn’t you? You pulled him from Hell.”
“That was Heaven’s will,” Castiel replied. “I was ordered to. Now? There is no order. No divine instruction. I cannot act on emotion alone.”
“Then lie,” she whispered. “Lie to them. Trick the Host. Steal him out if you have to. You’ve done worse, Cas. You’ve done so much worse for less.”
He stepped closer, voice softening. “You don’t understand what it would cost.”
“I don’t care,” she said through clenched teeth. “I’d give anything. I’d die right here, right now, if it meant he could hold his daughters.”
Castiel’s face twisted in quiet agony. “Y/N—”
“You get to see him,” she snapped. “You walk in and out of Heaven like it’s a hallway. You get to know he’s safe. You get to feel his peace. And me? I get nothing. I get to hear his voice in my dreams and wake up with my arms empty.”
The silence that followed was deafening.
Y/N’s breath came in hard, shallow gasps. She clutched the edge of the war table like it was the only thing holding her up. Her mind raced with every word she’d read, every ritual that might be twisted into a loophole.
“You owe me,” she said. “You owe him. Bring him back, Cas.”
Castiel’s eyes shimmered, but he didn’t speak.
“I swear to you,” she said, voice cracking, “I’ll find another way. If you won’t help me, I’ll do it myself. I don’t care if I have to summon every goddamned archangel in existence. I’m not raising them alone. I won’t.”
The twins cried from down the hall.
Castiel turned his head, just slightly—toward the sound, toward the reminder of what Dean left behind.
“I will not desecrate his peace,” he said quietly. “Not even for you.”
Y/N stared at him, her face crumpling, fury collapsing into anguish.
“Then leave,” she whispered.
He did.
And she stood in the center of the war room, books scattered like broken promises around her feet, and let herself fall apart.
…
Castiel entered Heaven not with ceremony, but with solemn weight.
He stepped through the veil in silence, the hum of celestial energy thrumming faintly in the distance. Heaven had changed since Jack's ascension. The cold bureaucracy of the old Host was gone, replaced by something softer—more open, more human.
But even still, some doors were not meant to be opened lightly.
Castiel stood in the Garden—Heaven’s heart, where souls wandered freely beneath ever-blooming trees and gentle sunlight. Everything here was serene. Peaceful.
Except for him.
Jack was already waiting. He sat barefoot in the grass beneath an arching willow, sunlight dancing on his skin. He looked young, impossibly young for someone bearing the mantle of God. But his eyes—his eyes held eternity.
“I knew you’d come,” Jack said quietly, not looking up. “You’ve been wrestling with the question since the moment Dean died.”
Castiel didn’t speak right away. His trench coat barely stirred in the celestial breeze. He watched Jack closely, searching his face for a trace of the boy he once knew—the child he raised, protected, mourned.
“Y/N is falling apart,” Castiel said at last.
Jack nodded, fingers idly brushing the petals of a flower near his knee. “She’s grieving. And she’s not alone in that.”
“She’s beyond grief now. She’s... desperate.” Cas took a slow step forward. “She’s reading resurrection rites, apocryphal scrolls. She’s going to burn herself out trying to find a way. She thinks I’m holding back. And maybe I am.”
Jack’s gaze met his then—gentle, but immeasurably ancient. “Are you asking me for permission? Or for power?”
Castiel swallowed. “Both.”
Silence hung between them, thick and sacred.
“I could bring Dean back,” Jack said, voice steady. “With a word, I could restore his body. His soul. His memories. He could walk back into that bunker like nothing ever happened.”
Cas felt a flicker of hope, painful and sharp.
“But,” Jack continued, “there is a balance. Dean died fulfilling his purpose. He died at peace, surrounded by love. To bring him back would mean unraveling that final thread.”
“He didn’t get to meet his daughters,” Cas said. “He didn’t get to live the life he earned. That wasn’t peace—it was unfinished.”
Jack looked away again, toward a distant hill where a soul wandered alone, humming some long-forgotten tune.
“Sometimes peace isn’t a full story,” Jack said. “It’s a quiet ending. And sometimes love means letting go.”
Castiel stepped forward, his voice quieter now. “She’s drowning, Jack. The girls—Dean’s daughters—will grow up without knowing him. If there is a way, if there’s even a chance... I have to ask. What would it take?”
Jack was silent for a long time. The wind whispered through the Garden, and for a moment, everything was still.
Jack looked up at him again. “It would take sacrifice. A life for a life. Or something greater. Dean’s return would echo across realms—it would upset the natural order, fracture the peace of countless souls. He would not come back without cost.”
Castiel stood still, the quiet words settling over him like snowfall. He understood. He had always understood.
He looked at Jack—really looked at him. The boy who had become God. The child he had raised. The one who had once looked to him for guidance, for love, for identity.
Now Castiel looked with nothing but certainty.
Jack didn’t ask. He didn’t need to.
And Castiel didn’t speak. He only bowed his head.
Just once.
A silent agreement passed between them—wordless, sacred, irreversible.
The wind in the Garden shifted.
The light grew warmer.
Jack closed his eyes.
And Castiel disappeared.
…
The night air was cold, biting at my skin as I stood in the center of the old crossroads.
It was quiet—too quiet. The kind of silence that made you feel like the world was holding its breath, watching you with wide, unblinking eyes. The box in my hands felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. Inside it, every piece of me I had left to give. Dirt crusted my boots. My hands shook.
I was really going to do this.
I fell to my knees, digging. Just like the books had said. Four corners. Unmarked earth. Blood if needed.
I wasn’t afraid. Not of the demon. Not of the deal. Not of what it would cost.
Dean was gone. And there wasn’t anything left of me without him.
The girls were safe. Sam and Theresa were doing everything right. But I couldn’t do this anymore—pretending like my soul wasn’t already six feet under with him. I needed him back. I needed to be whole again.
I pressed the box into the earth. A tear slid down my cheek as I whispered the words.
But before the last syllable left my lips, the air cracked like thunder.
Grace.
The light around me shimmered with gold.
“Don’t,” came a voice, quiet and calm but firm as iron.
I spun around, stumbling to my feet.
“Cas—” I nearly choked on the name.
He stood just outside the circle, trench coat fluttering, face drawn tight with something I couldn’t place. Grief. Resolve. Love.
“You don’t have to do this,” he said. “You were never meant to.”
My voice cracked. “Then who was? Who’s supposed to live like this—raising his daughters without him? Pretending everything’s fine when I feel like I’m drowning every second of the day? I need him, Cas.”
“I know.”
“No, you don’t,” I snapped. “You can go to Heaven. You can see him. I’ve read every book in the library. I know you can visit. And yet you let me rot down here with nothing but memories. You let the girls grow up never knowing their father!”
Cas didn’t flinch. He just walked closer.
“I did visit,” he said softly. “And I spoke with Jack.”
I froze.
“What?”
He looked at me then, and something passed between us—something deep and ancient. The kind of weight only an angel could carry.
“You were never meant to carry this pain alone. And you won’t have to for much longer.”
I stared at him, hope and fear clashing violently inside my chest. “What are you saying?”
“I can’t promise when. Or how. But I made a vow. To Jack. To Dean. To you. And soon… you won’t have to call the dark things anymore.”
My knees gave out. I dropped to the ground, sobbing into the dirt. The box spilled beside me, its contents scattering—photographs, Dean’s amulet, his old flask.
Castiel knelt beside me, laying a hand on my shoulder.
“I will not let you be alone forever,” he said.
For the first time in weeks, I believed him.
…
The sun was just starting to rise, washing the sky in soft strokes of pink and orange when Cas brought me to the house.
It didn’t feel real.
Two stories. White shutters. A little porch swing that creaked softly in the breeze. There were flowerbeds, already blooming, and a patch of wild green yard out back that looked big enough for the girls to run wild in.
It looked like something out of someone else’s life—somewhere safe. Somewhere still.
“Where are we?” I asked, voice thin, like I was afraid speaking too loud might break whatever fragile thing was happening.
Cas didn’t answer right away. He just looked at the house with that quiet reverence he sometimes got when he looked at the sky or talked about humanity. Then he turned to me.
“This is your home now. Yours, the girls’, and Dean’s.”
The world stopped moving.
I blinked. “What do you mean?”
“I spoke to Jack,” Cas said, stepping closer, his voice soft but sure. “We reached an agreement.”
I could barely breathe. “Dean…?”
Cas nodded. “He’s coming back. But there’s a condition.”
My heart pounded so hard it hurt. “Anything.”
“You and Dean have to let go of hunting. No demons. No ghosts. No monsters. You live a normal life. This house is warded, protected by Jack’s power. No supernatural being can enter without your permission.”
My knees went weak. I grabbed the porch railing to steady myself.
“A normal life?” I whispered, like I didn’t quite understand the words.
“You raise your daughters. You rest. You heal. Dean gets to be a father, and you get to be with him again. But this is your only chance. If either of you return to hunting… the deal ends.”
I didn’t respond. I just stared at the front door like maybe if I looked hard enough, I’d see Dean stepping through it already. Alive. Whole. Real.
Cas placed a hand on my arm. “He’ll be here soon.”
I didn’t realize I was crying until he gently wiped a tear from my cheek. I turned and looked up at him.
“Why?” I asked. “Why did Jack say yes?”
Cas hesitated. “Because he saw you. Saw what this grief was doing. And because Dean—he earned peace a thousand times over.”
“And you?”
Cas offered a faint smile. “I believe in second chances. Even for the broken.”
I nodded, unable to speak. My chest felt cracked open, all the pain and rage and ache pouring out, replaced with something softer. Something I hadn’t let myself feel in months:
Hope.
Cas gave my arm a gentle squeeze. “Go inside.”
I opened the door and stepped into a home that already smelled faintly like cedar and lemon. There was furniture—simple, warm, familiar. Two bassinets sat by the window, facing the sunlight. The couch had a dent in it, like someone had already spent time curled up there. There were picture frames on the wall—empty now, but waiting.
Waiting for a life to begin.
And then I heard it.
Footsteps on the porch.
My heart slammed into my ribs, and I turned so fast the world blurred.
The door creaked. The air shifted.
And there he was.
Dean.
His eyes locked on mine, and everything inside me broke and stitched itself back together in the same breath. He looked exactly like I remembered—tired eyes, crooked smirk, soul-deep weariness tucked behind every glance—but alive. So vividly alive.
He crossed the room in two strides and wrapped his arms around me. I clung to him like I’d never let go again. My hands tangled in his shirt. His lips pressed against my temple.
“I missed you,” he murmured, voice rough.
“I love you,” I breathed.
He pulled back just enough to cup my face. “I love you too.”
Outside, the sky kept shifting, the world kept spinning.
But inside our little house, time finally stood still.
The world felt like it was moving in slow motion. Everything around me—Dean, the house, the air itself—was just… perfect. The kind of perfect you don’t ever really expect to happen in your lifetime, but here it was. Here he was.
Dean.
He was holding me, holding on like he wasn’t sure if he could, like maybe he’d disappear again if he let go. But he didn’t. We just stood there, breathing each other in, feeling the weight of the moment settle around us like a soft blanket.
“Dean,” I whispered, pulling back slightly, just enough to look up at him. “You’re here.”
“I’m here,” he said, voice thick, like he couldn’t believe it either. “I’m not going anywhere.”
My fingers trembled as I reached out to touch his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw as if making sure this wasn’t some dream I’d wake up from. “We’re really doing this. We’re really—”
Dean’s lips pressed to mine, cutting off the words I didn’t know how to finish. When he pulled back, I could see it in his eyes—the promise, the relief. “We are. You and me, and the girls.” His voice dropped a little, as if the weight of it hit him too. “We’re a family.”
Tears burned my eyes again. This time, they weren’t from grief—they were from something deeper, something quieter. I nodded, feeling it in every part of me. “Yeah. We are.”
And then, like a gift, like a miracle, the sound of tiny coos filled the air. The soft gurgling noise that was both a question and an answer, coming from the other room.
“Come on,” I whispered, taking his hand and tugging him toward the nursery.
His steps faltered just slightly, but he followed. We passed through the living room, where the sunlight streamed in through the windows, casting a warm glow on everything, and into the room where our daughters were sleeping soundly in their cribs.
Dean paused in the doorway, his breath catching as his gaze landed on them. The twins—our girls—lay there in the soft pink blankets we’d picked out weeks ago. Their tiny faces were peaceful, round, perfect.
I stepped into the room, guiding Dean with me. Slowly, he approached the first crib where one of the girls lay. His hand hovered just above her, like he wasn’t sure how to touch her, but then he reached down, his fingers brushing gently against the baby’s tiny hand.
“She’s beautiful,” he murmured, looking up at me, his face full of awe.
“You’re going to be a great dad,” I said, voice thick with emotion. “They’re going to know how loved they are.”
Dean’s lips trembled, his eyes shining with something I hadn’t seen in so long. “I can’t believe this,” he whispered. “I can’t believe I’m finally getting to be their father.”
I stepped beside him, wrapping my arm around his waist, and together we looked down at the girls, at our daughters. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and I knew mine was matching his beat for beat.
And then, Dean did something I’ll never forget. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the forehead of the girl in the crib. He whispered something, so soft, so tender, that I could barely hear it, but I knew what it was.
“I’ll always be here, baby girl. Always.”
And just like that, the world shifted. The pain, the loss, the years of fighting, of struggling—all of it seemed so far away in that moment. Because in front of us, right there, was everything we’d ever wanted. A family. A home. A future.
Dean stepped back, standing straight again, but still keeping his eyes on the twins. “They’re gonna be alright, right?” he asked, as though it was the only question that mattered.
“They’re going to be perfect,” I said, taking his hand and squeezing it tightly. “Just like you.”
We stood there together for a while, just watching them sleep. The sound of their breathing filled the room, soft and rhythmic, like a lullaby that was just for us. And for the first time in a long time, I allowed myself to believe in the possibility of peace. In the possibility of something real.
For the first time in a long time, I felt whole.
…
It’s strange how life has a way of weaving moments together. The simple, everyday things that used to feel like they were just part of the grind—things I didn’t even notice—now feel like a blessing.
Like the soft click of the front door opening and closing. Like the way the air smells after a spring rain, fresh and clean. Like the sound of tiny feet shuffling on the hardwood floor.
And then there’s Dean.
Every moment with him feels precious now. The way he moves around the house, the way he looks at me as though he can’t quite believe we’re here, together. It’s like we’re both waiting for something—waiting for the world to remind us that this is real. But I don’t need a reminder anymore.
We’ve settled into a routine, something I never thought I’d have. Dean helps with the twins when he’s not working on the house, and we’ve even started making plans for things we never thought we’d get to do.
Like a trip to the beach.
“Alright, baby,” Dean says, his voice rough with exhaustion but soft with love, as he reaches for one of the babies from the crib. “Let’s get you ready for your bath, huh?”
I watch him from the doorway, my heart swelling in my chest. His hands are steady as he lifts our daughter into his arms, cradling her with such care that I can hardly believe how far we’ve come. His touch is gentle, like he’s still learning how to be her dad, but he’s getting better every day.
When he looks up at me, his eyes are full of warmth. “You doing okay?”
I nod, leaning against the doorframe. “Yeah. Just taking it all in.”
Dean walks toward me, his steps slow and deliberate as he carries the baby. “You sure you’re okay? It’s been a lot, I know.”
I smile softly, feeling the weight of the words in my chest. “I’m better now. I just… I never thought I’d get to see this. Us. Together. Our girls.”
He stops in front of me, his free hand reaching out to touch my face. “Me neither,” he admits, his voice quieter. “But here we are.”
I lean into his touch, closing my eyes for a moment, allowing myself to just feel. To feel the steady beat of his heart, the warmth of his skin, the promise of a future we thought was lost.
Dean presses his lips to my forehead, his breath warm against my skin. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere. I’m here.”
I open my eyes and look up at him, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I believe him. I believe in us.
We’re a family now. And nothing—no matter what came before, no matter what might come next—could change that.
The sound of the babies gurgling softly in the other room pulls me back into the present. Dean looks toward the nursery, and we both share a quiet laugh. It’s a laugh that says we’re in this together, no matter what.
“We should probably get them fed,” I say, my voice light, teasing.
Dean smirks. “I’m on it. But you’re doing the diapers.”
I raise an eyebrow, mock-horrified. “Oh, so we’re trading roles now?”
“You bet,” Dean says, the grin on his face wide and full of that familiar cocky charm. “But you’re better at it. Trust me.”
I roll my eyes, but I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “Alright, alright. I’ll take it this time.”
Dean chuckles, and as he walks away, I watch him with a softness in my chest. It’s a feeling I never thought I’d get to have again. Not after everything.
We’re here. We’re safe. And I know, deep down, that we’ll be okay. We’ll face whatever comes next together. As a family.
“Ready for this?” I ask as he turns back to look at me, baby in his arms.
Dean smiles. “Always.”
And with that, we walk into the next chapter of our lives. Together. No more demons. No more hunts. Just us and our girls, building a life we never thought we’d have.
And I know now, more than ever, that this is where I was meant to be.
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Underneath the sapphire sky, you hesitated at the entrance to Hawkins Pool. You hadn't seen Billy since your first pool date a week ago. After a whirlwind of emotions, you decided to take a breather, avoiding him and the others to clear your thoughts. You had felt sure of your decision to pick Billy 4 days ago. You felt sure of your decision every day since. Now, standing there, you wondered if you had made the right decision to meet him again. Would it just stir up more confusion?
You had originally gone to Billys trailer hoping to run into him somewhere a bit more private. You’d stood knocking for almost 15 minutes when Eddie Munsons stepped out of the trailer across the road. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers clearly not long out of bed. He pulled a cigarette from behind his ear, lighting it and smiling across at you.
“If your looking for Hargrove his at work” Eddie called across the road.
“Oh thanks Eddie I guess I’ll head there then” You smiled and tried to make a quick exit.
“Wow, hay there, what’s the rush? What do you want with Billy anyway?” Eddies smile never fell from his face.
“Well honestly Eddie I went on a date with Billy last weekend” You choose to tell him the truth. Eddie deserved that much.
“Oh wow well uh I guess it’s not like we were exclusive or anything” Eddie scratched the back of his neck.
“Sorry Eds, your super sweet and any girl would be lucky to have you but I love Billy” You were honest with him and yourself.
“If you were saying that to high school Eddie I would have told you to run that Billy is bad news but he has changed since high school so if you think he is the one for you then go for it” You could hear the sadness in Eddies voice
“Thank you Eddie, um, maybe you should go for some clothes” You motioned to his boxers.
“Oh this is nothing you should ask Billy about the day he saw my pale naked ass run past his bedroom window” Eddie chuckled.
You shook your laughing at Eddie as he waved and ran back to his trailer. You climbed back into your car and headed towards the Hawkins Community Pool. This brings you to your current predicament. You stood in the parking lot looking at the entrance. Your nerves had hit you all at once. Your thoughts were interrupted by a voice behind you.
"Hey, y/n”
You turned to see Billy, his grin as bright as the sun reflecting off the water. His presence sent a flurry of butterflies into your stomach.
"Hey, Billy," you replied, forcing a smile.
He approached you, his steps confident. "I've been trying to catch you all week. I was starting to think you were avoiding me."
Your cheeks flushed with guilt. "I...I needed some time to think."
Billy nodded understandingly. "I get it. But hey, I'm glad you're here now. Ready for round two?"
“Uh yeah actually I thought you might like to go for another date this weekend? Maybe make us something a little more official?”
“I would love that” Billy had the brightest smile on his face making your heart skip a beat. “I actually have somewhere I would love to take you but you’d need to be ready early Saturday morning, say around 5am”
“I’ll be ready” You smiled
“Great I need to get back to work, make sure to wear something light that you don’t mind getting wet” Billy gave you a quick kiss on the cheek and jogged back into the pool.
Your stomach was doing leaps and a smile plastered it’s self on your face and you didn’t know if you would ever get it to leave. Billy, you were confident, was the only guy you believed could do that to you. Saturday, just two days to wait and you would have your next date with Billy.
Thursday and Friday flew by. You smiled through the days and Friday night you couldn’t sleep. The nervous energy kept you awake. You planned your outfit out and laid everything out ready for you to grab and put on the next morning. You went to bed at 7pm exactly knowing you need to be up at 4am to be ready on time. You tossed and turned constantly looking at the bedside clock. At some point you had fallen asleep though and you were woken by the alarm clock at 4am. You thought last night that if you didn’t get enough sleep, you would be too tired when you woke up to do anything. Instead, you were full of endless nervous energy. You jumped out of bed and raced into your bathroom. You took a quick shower and got dressed into a simple pair on denim shorts and a white tank top with a bikini underneath. You then rushed into the kitchen fearing you were going to be late, grabbed the pop tarts you had left out the night before quick access and tossed them into the toaster while also flipping on the kettle. You already had your coffee mug out with instant coffee and sugar in it ready for hot water because you were so anxious about being ready on time the night before. As you munched on your pop tarts and waited for the kettle to boil you looked at the clock on the wall. 4:25. Your eyes almost bulged out of your head. How had so little time passed? It just left you more time to panic. The kettle clicked off bringing you back to your breakfast. You poured the hot water into your mug and stirred it before getting the milk from the fridge to add to the cup. You sat at the kitchen bench and sipped at your coffee while waiting for time to pass willing it to move faster. By the time the clock struck 4:55 the coffee mug was empty and had been washed up. You bag was packed for the day ahead. You took a deep breath and made your way to the street below your apartment. You hadn’t even been on the side walk for 5 minutes when the familiar roar of a Camaro engine graced your ears. A smile broke out on your face and you bounced excitedly on your heels. Billy’s blue Camaro came to a stop in front of you and Billy was quick to jumped out and open up the passenger side for you. Once you were seated in the Camaros Billy closed the door and ran back around to the drivers side. He put the Camaro back in gears and began driving out of Hawkins.
“We have about a 3 hour trip ahead of us just so you know” Billy smiled across at you.
“I’m sure we’ll find ways to keep ourselves entertained” You laughed
Billy blasted the music and placed a hand on your knee as he drove. It was as if he had driven this same road many, many times. You took a chance to take in Eddies outfit. He was wearing a pair of black shorts and a white singlet. He had his normal necklace on and sunglasses. He had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He seemed at peace on the road compared to how you had seen him around town. You laid back and closed your eyes allowing the sun coming in to heat your skin. You must have dozed off at some point because you were woken by Billy shaking you.
“We’re here sleepy head” He chuckled.
“The beach?” You sat up and looked around.
“Yep welcome to Chicago, it’s no California but hay it’s a beach” Billy smiled.
He laced his fingers with yours and guided you down towards the ocean. It was perfect beach weather, warm and sunny. You looked out at the water as Billy pulled you onto the beach and began to walk along the waters edge.
“So California huh? Born there or holiday spot?” You asked.
“I was born there, use to go surfing with my Mom, basically lived on the beach” Billy smiled looking out at the water.
“Then why the move to Hawkins?” You asked confused.
“My mom, she…well she left us and my Dad remarried Max’s Mom and he thought after Max tried to run away a few times that it would be best for us to move away. I don’t blame Max at all….well maybe in the beginning but not now” Billy had a look of regret on his face.
“I’m sorry that’s clearly a sore topic for you” You regretted asking.
“No, it’s fine you deserve to know, my dads dead now anyway so it’s not like it matters” Billy shrugged. “Anyway what about you, I know your not local to Hawkins either”
“New York City born and raised. Couldn’t stand city life and needed to go somewhere quite” You smiled up at him.
“Well I for one am glad you made that choice” Billy chuckled
“Me too” You nodded.
Billy quickly swept you up in his arms before running off into the water. You screamed begging him to place you down only to be met with him saying no over and over again. At just the right depth Billy tossed you in. You got to your feet and began splashing at him. Soon you were both surrounded by laughter and love. Everyone else on the beach cease to exist to the two of you. You got so wrapped up in each other to failed to see time getting away from you. Before you knew it the crowds had begun to go home for the day. You and Billy had become quiet as he swum up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist.
"I'm glad you came back," Billy said quietly, breaking the silence.
You turned to him, your heart somersaulting in your chest. "Me too."
Your eyes locked, and in that moment, you knew you had made the right decision. Sometimes, all it took was a leap of faith to find something worth holding onto.
As you emerged from the ocean, the sun sinking below the horizon painted the sky in hues of pink and gold. Hand in hand, You and Billy walked away from the beach, your hearts lighter than they had been in days, ready to face whatever the future held, together.
Objection! Part 3
Rafael Barba x fem!Carisi!reader
1k word count
Summary All you wanted was to be a lawyer like your big brother Sonny. So what happens when you get a job working under the famous ADA Rafael Barba
slow-burn, colleague to friends to lovers
Previous Chapter / Next Chapter
Coffees and food in hand, I made my way back to the district attorney's office. As I walked through the door, I heard a familiar voice call out behind me.
"Y/N, Rafa is really putting you to work, isn’t he?" Olivia smiled as she caught up and fell into step with me.
"Lieutenant Benson, hardly. This is just a thank you for everything, and something to tide us over while we look over a case together," I smiled back at her.
"Oh, please, call me Liv," she laughed. "I hope my team didn’t scare you off."
"No, they're wonderful! If anything, I’m mad that Sonny didn’t introduce us all earlier."
"If it makes you feel any better, we all thought he only had one sister until Fin overheard him talking with Rafa about getting you a job. Then he tells us he has four sisters!" Olivia laughed, holding open Rafael's office door for me.
Rafael looked up from his desk, raising an eyebrow when he saw us all smiles and laughter.
"Getting along well, I see," Rafael remarked, keeping his face neutral.
"Yeah, just talking about Sonny," I smiled, placing a coffee and a sandwich in front of him. "This is a thank you for saving me at the courthouse earlier."
"Oh, no thanks needed. We all get lost there our first day," Rafael smiled. "Now, Liv, what can I help you with?" He turned his attention to her.
"The guy we arrested yesterday wants to make a deal. He’ll give us all the other guys he knows who are holding girls in exchange for a reduced sentence and protective custody," Olivia quickly switched to business mode.
"Tell him I’ll be in to discuss a deal first thing in the morning," Rafael sighed.
"Great, I’ll leave you two to whatever it is ADAs do," Olivia smiled, walking out of the office.
Rafael waved a hand at her as she left, then picked up a pile of papers from his desk and brought them over to a coffee table on the other side of the room. He motioned for me to sit down on the lounge next to the coffee table before retrieving his coffee and sandwich. He handed me some paperwork from the pile and directed me to read while he ate. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him trying to eat in manageable bites while fighting the urge to just devour the entire sandwich. It was clear this was his first meal of the day—or at least since breakfast. I felt a pang of guilt for not getting something more substantial. Mental note: find a good takeout place nearby to keep this man fed. Sonny would probably know a few spots.
I turned my attention back to the paperwork, my heart sinking as I read the case summary and saw who the defense attorney was.
"You're in for one hell of a fight here, Barba," I looked over at him.
"You got all that from just reading the case outline?" Rafael asked, taking the final bite of his sandwich.
"That, and the fact that the defense attorney is Buchanan. It's glaringly obvious from the outline what tactics he'll try to use," I sighed.
"So, you know about Buchanan?" Rafael smirked.
"And you, Cabot, Novak, Langan, Calhoun, Ellis... If they’ve worked in New York, I’ve likely studied them," I admitted, a little embarrassed.
"Know thine enemy," Rafael chuckled. "So walk me through it."
I nodded and began breaking down the case for Rafael. If Buchanan wasn’t the defense attorney, I’d say it was open and shut. But with the victim being a prostitute, it was a given that Buchanan would try to use that as a justification. Clearly, Rafael had already anticipated this, as there was an in-depth criminal record for the defendant and even evidence to make the victim look more like a saint. It was a strong case, and I told Rafael so—the real hurdle was Buchanan. We spent hours going over every piece of evidence, discussing everything, every possible defense, every argument that could be made. By the time we finished, the city outside was lit up with its nightlife. The clock on the wall read 9:30. Rafael had a massive smile on his face.
"You're every bit as good as Carisi said you would be," he smiled.
"I have to be," I replied with a small smile.
I could tell he wanted to press on my answer but held back, choosing to nod instead.
"So, you're happy to keep working for me?" Rafael asked.
"It would be my pleasure," I smiled.
"Great. I'll see you tomorrow at 8 at the 16th because, for every bit of good you are, you somehow managed to forget to pick up the files I asked for," Rafael smirked, my eyes widening in realization.
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! I completely forgot! Sonny is still working; I can run over to the 16th now and grab the files," I rushed to grab my phone, but before Rafael could speak, it rang. "Speak of the devil. Sonny, I was just about to call you."
"Great minds think alike. You still burning the midnight oil with Barba?" he chuckled.
"Yeah, I’m here with Barba. Why?" I asked, glancing at Rafael.
"Great! We’re all taking a break for dinner and wanted to see if you wanted to join us at Forlini’s?"
"That actually sounds amazing! We were just wrapping up here, so we’ll meet you there. Also, Sonny, could you bring along any cases you need us to look over? Please? I completely forgot to pick them up earlier," I added, feeling sheepish.
"Uh oh, first-day foul," Sonny laughed. "But yes, I can be an awesome big brother and bring them with me."
"Thank you, I owe you one," I hung up the phone and turned back to Barba. "The team is headed to Forlini’s for dinner and asked us to join."
"Sounds great to me," Rafael smiled.
We began packing up all the paperwork, slotting it back into the various files they had come from. Once everything was returned to its place, Rafael placed the files into a cabinet by his desk, grabbed his jacket, and slid it on while holding the office door open for me. I walked out as Rafael grabbed his briefcase and fell into step beside me, chatting about how, if he hadn’t been asked out for dinner with the team, he likely would have gone home and crashed without eating. I had to laugh and agree that I would have done the same.
I’d never been to Forlini’s, but Sonny had brought me food from there a few times, so I was looking forward to actually eating there for once. Rafael waved down a cab and told the driver where to go. When we pulled up in front of Forlini’s, Rafael had his wallet out and paid for the cab before I could protest. He climbed out first, holding the door open for me. My heart raced—he really was a gentleman.
Forlini’s was crowded, and Rafael placed his hand on the small of my back to guide me through the crowd. He said something about knowing where to find the others, but I couldn’t hear him over the noise. We came to a stop in front of a group of tables in the far back corner where Sonny, Fin, Amanda, Nick, and Olivia were already sitting, drinks in hand, laughing away.
"Should you be drinking if you’re still working?" Rafael chuckled, taking a seat and motioning for me to sit next to him.
"The only one here still working is Water Boy over there," Fin smirked, pointing at Sonny.
"Yeah, someone’s been neglecting their paperwork," Amanda laughed.
Sonny gave them a "stuff off" look before turning to me.
“Come è andato il primo giorno?” Sonny asked, leaning back in his chair. (How did the first day go?)
“È stato fantastico, perché?” I replied with a smile. (it was great, why?)
“Volevo solo assicurarmi che Barba ci andasse piano con te,” he said, a hint of concern in his voice. (I just wanted to make sure Barba went easy on you.)
“Ti preoccupi troppo,” I giggled, reaching for a menu in the middle of the table. (You worry too much)
It was at that point I noticed the entire table had fallen silent. Everyone was looking at Sonny and me with wide eyes, and Rafael looked like he was about to have an aneurysm. Clearly, Sonny hadn’t mentioned to anyone that he knew Italian.
“You speak Italian too?” Rafael was the first to break the silence.
“Uh, yes. Sonny never told any of you he could speak Italian?” I asked, looking around the table.
“No, he didn’t,” Olivia said, turning to Sonny. “What does Rafael mean by ‘you speak Italian too’?”
“Oh, I also speak Spanish,” I shrugged casually.
“Wow, Carisi, your sister’s amazing,” Nick smiled. “Veo que nos vamos a llevar bien, señorita.” (I can see we’re going to get along well, missy.)
“Hey, Amaro, eyes off my sister, alright?” Sonny pointed a finger at him, half-joking.
I couldn’t help but laugh at the two of them, and the rest of the table joined in. Rafael, however, seemed to be glaring at Nick. I decided it would be best to wait until it was just Rafael and me before asking what his problem with Nick was. I joined the conversation at the table, and the whole team treated me like I’d been working with them for years. I felt at ease with them faster than I had with anyone else. For the first time, I felt like I’d found where I belonged.
When dinner was over, Sonny handed the files I had left behind to Rafael and excused himself to return to the office. The others wandered off to their various homes, and Rafael offered to see me home, even though it meant traveling further than his own place. He hailed us another cab and held the door open while I climbed in. I gave the driver my address before turning to Rafael.
“Okay, spill it,” I said, watching him.
“What?” Rafael looked at me, caught off guard.
“You don’t like Nick. Why?” I asked directly.
“He’s a playboy. Ever since his wife divorced him, he’s been running through women like he needs them to breathe,” Rafael said, looking out the cab window. “I just don’t want to see him do the same to you. He’s already slept with Amanda and half the female officers in the 16th, so I wouldn’t put it past him to target you next.”
“I can take care of myself, but thank you for your concern,” I smiled, appreciating his protective nature.
The cab came to a stop in front of mine and Sonny’s apartment building. I wished Rafael goodnight before making my way inside, desperate for sleep before I had to be at the 16th at 8 a.m.
I'm still here don't panic! Sorry I haven't been posting. I should have the next part of Supernatural Hunting Living and Love up tomorrow night AEST. And the next part of Objection up Thursday night AEST. I have been crazy busy with work. One of the people I worked with quit 5 minutes before her shift so I've been stuck doing 2 people's work. Jumped from 24 hours a week to almost 50! Hopefully they hire someone soon to take her place cause oh boy am I tired.
In other news all this extra work has meant extra money. Extra money means I was able to score a platinum ticket for All Hell Breaks Loose 13! Guess whose meeting Misha Collins in June! 🤩😁
Guess who just deleted the entire Masterlist for Supernatural Hunting Living and Love. Yep my tired ass clicked delete instead of edit. All I wanted to do was update the list!
What do we want to read next?
I'm hoping to have Supernatural Hunting Living and Love Part 8 and A Well Kept Secret Part 3 (final) up by Sunday so what would we like to see once I've done that.
i'm having so much fun
My Upcoming WIPs!
You suddenly decided to take the leap with Don Flack on a whim. In less then a week you'll be living together, with a child and your father Mac Taylors disapproval. This is certainly not how your suppose to start a relationship.
Your a firefighter with the 118. Your engaged to Evan Buckley who you've been madly in love with for 4 years. Life is perfect. That is until a late night in the fire house sees a spark between you and your Captain Bobby Nash who happens to be a married man.
When the new firefighter in the house Eddie Diaz becomes best friends with your boyfriend Evan Buckley you can't help but notice a change in him. A bad change. Late nights and hushed conversations are just the beginning of this thrill ride.
The Dating Odyssey: Steve
Eddie Munson/Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Jim Hopper/Jonathan Byers x fem!reader
2.8k word count
fluff, idiot reader, reader who can't say no, choose your own adventure-ish
Part 1 / Eddie's Ending / Jim's Ending / Billy's Ending / Jonathan's Ending
Sleep that night was a stranger to you. You tossed and turned nodding off only to be jerked back awake by the consequences of your actions. Before long the first light of day was breaking through your window. You decided to abandon sleep and instead start getting ready for work. You showered, dressed and collected the large pile of assignments before loading them into your car and driving to the school. You made it through the day by drinking copious amounts of coffee and plastering on the best fake smile you could manage. Making it home that night you abandoned all thoughts of food and went straight to bed. Yet once again in your quite apartment you were meet with the thoughts of the decision looming over you. Maybe the best solution was to leave Hawkins. Move somewhere new and try again after all isn’t that why you moved here in the first place, for a fresh start. You quickly abandoned that idea, you didn’t have the money and it was hard enough landing the teaching job in Hawkins let alone looking elsewhere.
And so you went another night with very little sleep. Your week went by at a snail’s pace. You thought you were doing a good job hiding your inner turmoil but apparently one particular student had noticed something was a miss with you and decided he needed to check in.
“Hi Miss Y/L/N I was just wondering if your okay you seem very distracted this week, I mean normally you laugh at all my jokes but you haven’t even laughed at one, I’ll admit some weren’t that funny, but I thought a few were pretty good” Dustin rambled standing in the doorway of your classroom
“I’m fine Dustin just some adult drama you don’t need to worry about” You smiled at the curly haired boy
“Is it to do with Steve?” Dustin pushed “Cause his like my best friend I can talk to him if you like”
“No it’s not Steve, but thank you Dustin”
“Well the offers there, see you next week Miss” Dustin smiled walking away
“See you next week” You smiled
You finished packing up your desk glad it was Friday and walk out to your car. In the parking lot you found Dustin, Lucas, Will and Mike goofing around with Eddie who looked like he was picking the boys up from school probably to go play Dungeons and Dragons. You wanted to hurry to your car to avoid being spotted by him. But you stared in the boys direction just a little too long. Eddie looked up from loading the boys into the back of his van just long enough to see you watching. He said something to the boys that you were too far away to hear before jogging over to you. You froze in place, wanting to run but your feet not allowing you to.
“Hi” Eddie smiled coming to a stop in front of you
“Hi Eddie” You gave a small smile back
“Uh oh someones not happy, kids give you hell?” Eddie chuckled
“Eddie” You looked to the ground “I…”
“Y/n whats the matter?” Eddie became serious
“I’m so sorry” You whispered
“What was that?” Eddie asked placing a hand on your elbow “I didn’t quite catch that”
“I’m sorry” You looked up at him
“Sorry? For what?” Eddies face was filled with worry and concern
“Last weekend…I loved our date I really did but I also went on a few other dates and now I don’t know what to do, I messed up and I don’t know what I’m suppose to do, I’m so sorry Eddie” You rambled a few tears escaping to run down your face
“Jesus H. Christ” Eddie turned away from you running a hand through his hair “How many other dates?” Eddie asked still facing away from you eyes closed
“4”
“4!” Eddie shouted turning to face you as he did “4 fucking dates and you didn’t think to at least have the decency to tell me”
“I wanted to but I was scared of this” You said
“Look I’m sorry” Eddie tried to calm down “I just thought a girl finally might give Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson a chance, I guess not”
Eddie stormed off back to his van while you stood in the parking lot and sobbed. You really had fucked up. You needed someone to comfort you right in that moment but at the same time you didn’t really know anyone here. You hoped into your car and decided to go find the one person you had been honest with right from the start. You drove the busy after school streets all the way to Family Video knowing today being Friday that Steve would be working. You walked in the doors looking immediately to the counter for Steve. But he wasn’t there. You began looking down the aisles hoping Steve was just out the back and would be back out soon. A woman you knew to be Robin soon came from out the back having heard the door chime.
“If your looking for Steve his not here” Robin walked over placing a few DVDs on the shelf.
“Is he home sick?” You asked
“I honestly have no clue. Mr Perfect called to take the week off for family reasons” Robin scoffed “Like we all don’t know his parents are rarely ever home and his never mentioned any other family”
“Oh okay well thank you Robin I guess I’ll be going” You managed a smile heading for the door
“If you see the dingus tell him he owes me for working all his shifts” Robin said
“I will” you chuckled
You made your way back to your car and began driving mindlessly around town. You had no clue what to do, no idea where to go. A small piece of you wanted to drive to Steves but you didn’t want to be a burden on him. You drove and debated with yourself on if you should go to Steves or not. It would seem that your unconscious mind made that decision for you because before you could process where you were driving you found yourself in front of Steves. You would have kept driving if it wasn’t for the fact that Steve was sitting on the front step having a smoke. He stood up and waved at you. You silently cursed as you pulled up in front of Steves house. You braced yourself and climbed out of your car and walked towards Steve. At some point between your car and Steve you had begun to shake. By the time you got to Steve you were completely sobbing. Steve pulled you into his arms, gently shushing you and rubbing small circles into your back.
You stayed like that for quite a while before you were able to compose yourself enough to move away from Steve. He guided you into his house, leading you to his lounge room where he had you sit on the lounge while he fetched you something to drink. Part of him was glad you had come to him, yet part of him was scared you where only here to tell him you had picked someone else over him. He came back into the lounge room carrying a glass of water which he handed off to you. Steve sat silently by your side as you sipped at your glass of water waiting for you to speak when you were ready.
“I think I really fucked up” You said after a short but comfortable silence
“Well you don’t say” Steve gave a small smile “What happened?”
“I told Eddie everything” You sighed
“Only Eddie?” Steve questioned
“Yep and given how he reacted I’m not sure I could tell anyone else”
“How did he reacted?” Steve asked
“He snapped at me, he screamed at me, he was very angry”
“Honestly knowing Eddie I’m not at all surprised that that’s how he choose to act”
“What am I suppose to do Steve?” You asked
“I can’t answer that I’m afraid, it’s your choice” Steve sighed running a hand through his hair
“I can’t make a choice Steve, I don’t know even know what I want but it certainly wasn’t this”
You began to sob, dropping your head into your hands. Steve pulled you into his arms. You rested your head on his chest while he rested his chin gently on top of your head. He began to rock the both of you slowly. He truly felt bad for you but at the same time he wanted to be selfish and tell you not to worry about the others and just choose him. But he knew he couldn’t do that, it wasn’t his choice to make. During Steve’s inner turmoil he missed the slowing and evening out of your breathing and the occasional hiccups you made. It wasn’t until he went to ask you if you wanted him to cook you both some dinner that he realised you had fallen asleep. The stress and panic had finally worn you down and you had passed out in the safety of Steves arms. Not wanting to wake you Steve pulled you onto his lap and stood up. He carried you upstairs to his room and place you on his bed. As he went to stand up you clung to his shirt as if he was your life line, your safety net to the situation you found yourself in. Steve tried several times albeit not very hard to get away from you. When he realised he wasn’t getting away from you he moved you further across his bed before joining you. He made a silent prayer to whatever possessed him to wear sweatpants instead of his normal tight jeans before pulling you close to him and falling asleep himself.
The next morning you woke up when sunlight filtered though a nearby window hitting you in your face. You blinked taking in the plaid walls and matching plaid curtains. You started to internally panic, how had you ended up in Steves bed? If you fell asleep why didn’t he just wake you? Better yet why was Steve holding you in his arms. You tried to keep your breathing calm as you attempted to free yourself from Steves arms. You placed a hand on Steves wrist that was currently draped over your waist and tried to slowly lift his arm up. You managed to successfully move his arm from your waist but as you went to move his arm to the bed you lost your grip. Steves arm came down on the bed with a thump startling the man awake. He groaned and you froze. Steve brought his arm up to his face and rubbed his eyes before looking at you. He gave you a half awake smile. In that moment something happened you weren’t quite expecting. Your heart started to race and you couldn’t help but smiled back.
“Morning” Steve yawned
“Good morning, uh, why am I in your bed?”
“Well I didn’t want to wake you up or risk you trying to drive home with how upset you were” Steve shrugged
“Okay and why are you in your bed with me?”
“That would be your fault” Steve smirked poking your nose “You refused to let me go so I had no choice but to stay, I was going to be a gentle man sleep on the floor again”
You started laughing at the absurdity of it all and pulled Steve’s blankets over your face. Steve quickly pulled the entire blanket away from you wrapping himself up like a burrito in the process. He gave you a big goofy grin from inside his burrito causing you to laugh even harder at the man.
“And this is for being the worlds worst blanket hog” Steve got out between his own laughter
Steve unwrapped himself before holding out a hand to you. You gladly accepted it. Steve pulled you from his bed and guided you down stairs to the kitchen where you took a seat at the kitchen island. Steve began running around the kitchen making you both a simple breakfast of bacon and eggs. He poured you a glass of orange juice which you took with a thank you. You sat in relative silence and watched the man work hard on making you both what your sure from previous experience would be an excellent breakfast. At one point Steve spilt some oil on the floor, waved it off and then almost immediately slipped on it. He landed with a thud directly on his butt. You couldn’t help but laugh at him even if he did seem a little mean. Steve quickly stood up and gave you the most over exaggerated look of betrayal. You tried to apologise between laughs but Steve just waved his arm around while saying he would never be able to forgive you. All in good fun of course no actual feelings where hurt. You found yourself deep in thought as Steve finished cooking the bacon and plating breakfast. Steve placed the plate of now ready bacon eggs in front of you. He took a seat beside you and began eating his breakfast. This seemed to bring you out of your head and cause you to start eating for your own food in response.
“So I feel like we need to talk about this situation” Steve said after taking a bite of a piece of bacon and swinging it around in the air
“Uh we’re two adults eating breakfast what is there to discuss?” You tried to avoid what you knew was coming “No y/n I mean this situation you’ve found yourself in” Steve sighed
“I really don’t know what to do” You sighed
“You can’t just avoid everyone forever”
“I’m not avoiding you”
“Y/n no that’s” Steve groaned in frustration
“What do you expected me to do Steve I screwed myself over is that what you want to hear?” You sighed
“You can say that again” Steve sighed “Look I can’t tell you what to do or who to choose and yes I know its hard and it would be easier if I made the decision for you but it doesn’t work that way I’m afraid”
“Can I just have today and then I’ll make my decision tomorrow?” You asked
“Sure but I’m going to subject you to the worst romantic comedies I can find” Steve smirked moving to put his plate in the sink
After breakfast was finished the two of you moved to the lounge room where Steve quickly picked out Grease as the first of your movies. You settled down on the lounge while Steve went to get snacks and drinks. By the time he came back Danny and Sandy where in the middle of singing about summer love. You had left some space between you and Steve so as not to create any awkward situations. As the movie played on you could feel Steve looking at you. You turned to look at him and he quickly looked away. You shrugged it off and went back to the movie. Several more times during the movie you could feel Steves eyes on you but anytime you looked to him he would be back looking at the movie. Steve even started singing along to the movie at some point. Then as the final number started Steve stood to dance around.
“Come on y/n join me” Steve smiled grabbing your hand pulling you up from the lounge
Steve spun you around while you laughed your way through the song. As the song and the movie came to its close you found yourself in Steves arms smiling from ear to ear and trying to catch your breath. This was the man you wanted to began with. The guy you had basically been crushing on since you got to Hawkins. Would you really be happy with someone else knowing you never gave him the chance? You didn’t want him to be the one who got away.
“Steve I made my choice” You said
“Really? I thought you were going to wait until tomorrow?” He said getting nervous
“I was but I changed my mind” You shrugged
“Okay well what have you decided”
Rather then giving Steve an answer you grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. He was shocked at first but soon settled into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you flush against him. Your arms wrapped around his neck. You smiled into the kiss. He stole your breath away just like the first time you’d kissed. You pulled apart for air resting your forehead against his. This felt right. Steve felt right.
“So this mean your choosing me?” Steve asked
“No doy” you giggled
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