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Caught in a vortex

One of my friends shared with me this gif of a butterfly getting caught in the front wing vortex of the car. The purpose of the vortex is to deflect the air flow from the front wing preventing its interaction with the front tire thereby reducing drag.

But how a butterfly got caught in this flow is beyond me. RIP butterfly.

** Check out our mini-series ‘Up up and away’ where we explored the physics of stalls, boundary layers, and F1 cars if this post fascinated you. Happy Thanksgiving!


(Happy Thanksgiving! Have a fan fiction! Story #1 for HIASB’s 6-for-6 fic challenge! this one’s for @ragingwerewolfdude!! thanks for the cool prompt, friendo!)

Judy tapped the gas, scooting a few inches closer to the badger-sized car in front of her amid bleating horns and squeaking tires. Traffic was normally bumper-to-bumper this time of day; this, coupled with the coming holiday and the threat of rain hovering over the city, and made for a miserable drive to the dentist’s office that afternoon.

The griping and groaning coming from the backseat certainly didn’t help.

“Shoulda taken (ugh), Third and Quills,” Nick moaned, holding the soft coldpack to his jaw. “You’d’ve been there by now, carrots.”

He hissed in pain as his mouth hit the word Carrots, and she smirked inwardly.

“Don’t talk so loud, Nick,” whimpered the pudgy cheetah stuffed into the backseat next to him, a matching cold pack pressed to his face. “I think your voice is somehow making it worse.”

“My voice is a gift to (ugh) mammal kind,” he sighed in pain.

“I’m going as fast as I can, guys,” Judy said calmly, barely hiding her smugness. She’d been working on her meditating, keeping her heart rate down while under duress, and now was a perfect time to put those lessons into action. “you were lucky enough to squeeze in an appointment with the dentist at this hour, let’s not press it, hm?”

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Where have you been

Chapter six

Tags: @fyeahproudglambert @darklydeliciousdesires @princess-huffy

I stopped the car in front of his house and closed my eyes. This was going to be so hard. I knew the minute his lips meant mine that night, I wasn’t over him. I didn’t know if I could go through with this. How could I sleep in the same bed with him, be so close to him, and not want him?

I saw the front door open and watched as he walked out. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and the sight of him made my mouth water. I wanted to look over each and every tattoo, trace them….. a knock on the window brought me out of my thoughts. I opened the door.

“Are you coming in, beautiful, or just staying out here?”

I didn’t answer him. I made my way to the back and started getting my stuff, he grabbed the bags from me and I followed him in. He showed me up to the bedroom and left me alone as I slowly unpacked my clothes and put them away. I didn’t go back down either, for the rest of the day, I made sure to stay in that room. I worked on my computer, called the dance studio and told them I wouldn’t need the time off after all and made arrangements to go back to work. He never said I couldn’t do that.

I looked up quickly and saw him leaning against the door frame, still shirtless and gorgeous. I sighed and wished he’d put on some clothes. “Are you coming down for dinner? We should probably talk.” I closed my laptop and stood up.

“I’m only coming down because I’m hungry. I really don’t have any interest in hearing what you have to say.” His eyes flashed and in the next breath, he pinned me to the wall with his body. He smiled before his lips were on mine, taking whatever he wanted. I tried pushing him away, but I failed miserably. I threw my arms around him and kissed him back just as urgently as he was kissing me.

He pulled away and looked at me. “God, I missed you.” He rested his forehead against mine, trying to slow his breathing. I closed my eyes and did the same. No one has ever made me feel the way he does. Ever. I didn’t know how I would last around him for ten weeks.

He kissed me softly again before moving away from me. He offered me his hand and I ignored it as I walked past him. I heard him chuckle and walk behind me. “I forgot how nice of an ass you have, Cassie.” I didn’t say anything, I knew he was just trying to throw me off and I wasn’t going to let him.

We ate in silence, oh he tried to talk to me, but I refused to answer him. He had totally interrupted my life with what he was forcing me to do and I am still furious with him. It didn’t help that all I can think about is him kissing me, I know it should Justin on my mind, but it’s not.

I heard Ronnie sigh and I looked at him. “Are you ever going to speak to me or is this how we’re going to live for the next ten weeks?”

“You never said that I had to speak to you. I’m simply here to wait this out so I can be done and move on.” I looked away and picked at my food.

“If it wasn’t for you father, we would probably still be happily married. You know that right?”

“No, Ronnie, I don’t know that. You can blame the past on him, for what he did to us. But right at this moment, how you used everything against me, makes you no better than him.” I threw my fork on my plate and got up. I went to walk away, not wanting to fight with him or talk to him, and I heard him following behind me.

“Don’t you dare compare me to your father, Cassie. I’m nothing like him.” I laughed as I turned to face him.

“Really? You both force me to do this against my will. You know that I wouldn’t let you completely ruin my father, so you use that against me, to get me here. He knows it too, so you have that to your advantage because he won’t help me fight you. You say you want another chance? You’ve had ten years to come after me and you never have. So don’t act like you’re better than anyone else. I am so fucking sick of people using me to get what they want. I don’t believe for a minute that you still want to be married me, you’re just doing this to get back at my father. And just like always, I’m the pawn.”

“Cassie. I tried to come after you. He wouldn’t let me anywhere near you. If I thought for one minute you would have actually wanted me too, nothing would have stopped me from getting to you. Don’t you think we owe it to ourselves to see if there is still something there? I do. I know there is, I feel it every time I kiss you or touch you and I know damn well you feel it too.”

I knew he was right. I did feel it, every time he was near me, every time I looked at him. I didn’t know what to do. There was a part of me that wanted to see what would happen between us, to give in and be his wife again. There was also a part of me that was scared to death that it would end up the same way and I couldn’t get my heart broke again like that.

“I’m not denying the fact that I’m still attracted to you, because I know I am.” He smiled and stepped closer but I held up my hand telling him to stop. “But that’s all it is, Ronnie. I love Justin, I’m marrying him, as soon as this is over. It’s not going to change.” He frowned and shook his head.

“You won’t though, Cassie. He’s too much like your father. Even I can see that and you can’t stand the way your father is with you. I think he is comfortable and he doesn’t make waves. What happened to your dancing, huh? I know what you’ve been doing, I’ve kept track of every tour you’ve danced on and even went to watch you a couple times, baby. Did he make you give it up, just like you’re father wanted you to?”

“No, that was my choice. I wanted a normal life with him. You know, home every night. I didn’t want to go months without seeing him.” By the look on his face, he knew I wasn’t being one hundred percent honest. Ok, so maybe I still wanted to dance and tour, and maybe Justin and my father told me it was no longer appropriate being that I’m getting married.

“I would never ask you or tell you to give up something you so obviously love doing.” He moved closer, till he was right in front of me. His hand cupped my face and he smiled. “You are so amazing at what you do, baby, and just seeing you dancing, I could tell you love it. You got lost in it like I do my music. No one should stifle your dreams, Cassie.”

“Why did you come see me and not saying anything? You could have said all of this year’s ago and I would have gone with you in a heartbeat.” His thumb started moving back and forth across my cheek, I closed my eyes and let myself, for a moment, get lost in his touch.

“I was still furious with you. I thought you left me remember. I always thought of you. I always wondered what you were doing and how you were. So I checked. It’s not hard with what I do and who I know. I went just to watch you. You’ve always been amazing.”

I knew I had to put some distance between us. I could feel the pull he still had on me, that he’s always had on me and I knew where we would end up if I didn’t. I hadn’t even been here a full day and I already wanted him. I stepped out of his reach and looked at my hands.

“Thank you. It always meant more coming from you. But it doesn’t change anything.” I turned and walked up the stairs and this time he didn’t follow me.

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I woke up the next morning wrapped in his arms. I looked over my shoulder and saw he was still sleeping and moved back closer to him. I didn’t even know he had come to bed last night. I must have been exhausted last night. I closed my eyes as I left him stirring behind me and felt his arms tighten around me. I hoped he wasn’t waking up, truth be told, I loved waking up like this.

I felt him kiss my neck before I heard the blankets rustling and felt him get out of bed. I didn’t move, I didn’t look at him, I just laid there with my eyes closed pretending to be asleep. I heard the shower start in the bathroom and slowly sat up, running my hands through my hair. He walked out of the bathroom and smiled at me when I looked at him.

“Morning, baby.” I smiled and watched as he grabbed a towel and headed back to the bathroom. I sighed and got up, needing to be as far away from him as possible, especially since all I wanted to do was join him in the shower.

I knew I was in trouble as I walked quickly down the stairs and into the kitchen. I needed to get out if here as soon as possible. I started making breakfast, eggs and toast, before I would get ready and head to the dance studio. I heard him walking towards the kitchen and I braced myself.

“That smells good, Cass.” I nodded but didn’t say a word. “What are your plans for the day?”

Our eyes meant and he smiled. “I’m going to the dance studio for a while. You never said I couldn’t work while I was here.”

“You’re right. I told you last night I wouldn’t stop you from dancing, ever.” I made our plates and took them to the table. We sat down and made small talk while we ate. “I could get use to this. Eating breakfast with you every morning, while our kids run around screaming.”

“I need to tell you something. You keep mentioning us having kids, if we stayed together.”

“Oh, we will. I don’t believe for a minute that you’re going to marry him.” He smirked as I rolled my eyes.

“The thing is, Ronnie…. I can’t have children. I mean, it would probably turn out the same way. So, maybe you should find someone that can give you what you want, because I can’t.” I was heartbroken when my doctor told me that. It would be dangerous, maybe life threatening for me to have children. I looked away from him, from the concern in his eyes.

He got up and knelt beside my chair, his hand resting on my leg. “Hey. It’s fine. I want you more than children, Cassie. Were you and Justin going to try?”


He pulled me up and into his arms and just held me tightly against him, his hands running up and down my back. Why did this feel so right with him? How is it after all this time, I still gravitate to him? I looked up at him and smiled, my hands gripping his shirt. Before I knew what I was doing, I leaned up and pressed my lips to his.

I need to have as much wild sex as possible so one day I can become an inappropriate old lady that blurts out things like “when I was your age I got a concussion after being bent over a desk” and then my family can be like “grandma please, you’re making easter dinner really uncomfortable” and it’ll be great


lmao I forgot I made this so I finished it.
this was just a little inside joke I was discussing about sugar daddy Viktor being extra af
81 Super Interesting Facts To Blurt Out In The Middle Of Dinner With Your Family
The voice of Mickey Mouse and the voice of Minnie Mouse got married in real life!
By Terri Pous

1. German chocolate cake is named after a guy named Sam German, not the country.

2. Almost as many people were killed by guillotine in Nazi Germany as in the French Revolution.

3. The creature that kills the most people every year isn’t snakes, sharks, or even other humans — it’s the mosquito.

4. The Sun City Poms is a cheerleading squad in Arizona that only people 55 or older can join.

5. “What in tarnation?” is literally just another way of saying, “What the hell?”

6. Chainsaws, the horror-movie murder weapon of choice, were invented for aid in childbirth😊.

7. There’s an island in Japan you can visit that’s inhabited only by friendly bunnies.

8. There are actually more public libraries in the US than McDonald’s.

9. The last letter added to the English alphabet wasn’t Z — it was the letter J.

10. In 1518, a “dancing plague” took over the town of Strasbourg, France.

11. People wore fake moles (or “beauty patches”) made of velvet, silk, or mouse skin in the 18th century as a fashion statement.

12. Before the invention of color TV, 75% of people said they dreamed in black and white. Today, only 12% do.

13. A female architecture student prevented a Manhattan skyscraper from collapsing in the 1970s when she caught a massive design flaw.

14. It’s illegal to own just one guinea pig in Switzerland because they get lonely.

15. Wombat poop is cube-shaped.

16. The British royal family isn’t allowed to play Monopoly.

17. Popcorn wasn’t always a beloved movie snack — in fact, prior to the Great Depression, movie theaters hated popcorn.

18. Paper bags aren’t any better for the environment than plastic ones.

19. In the 19th century, experts warned women about a disease called bicycle face, which meant getting stuck with the awkward faces they made while biking.

20. Until the 1980s, it was illegal for a woman to drive a car down Main Street in Waynesboro, Virginia, unless her husband was walking in front of the car waving a red flag.

21. The voice of Mickey Mouse and the voice of Minnie Mouse got married IRL.

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I’m Your Idiot

Originally posted by stydiaislove

Requested: By me, Actual Steve Harrington Trash™

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Y/N wasn’t planning on introducing Steve to her parents, but he had a plan of his own.

Warnings: I don’t think that there are any

Word Count: 1,386

A/n: I don’t think that this is that unexpected, but here we are, my first Stranger Things imagine. I hope that you guys like it, because I have a million ideas for this series! If you have any Stranger Things requests, please send them my way. Thank you to @secretschuylersister and @fragmentofmymind for reading this over. Also, here you go, @bullcrappery I hope that it lives up to your expectations!

Steve Harrington was standing on your front porch. He was in possession of one bouquet of flowers, one shit-eating grin, and a hunter green sweater that was tucked into his jeans. He was not supposed to be here. You’d specifically told him that you couldn’t hang out tonight, you were busy with family dinner.

Oh, god. You had told Steve about family dinner.

Steve had been asking about meeting your parents for months now, insisting that it was unfair that you had said hello in passing to his parents, but he had never met yours.

You blinked a few times, hoping that you were imagining him and that you could have a normal evening. But no, he was still there and if you waited much longer, he would ring the doorbell and you would have to explain this mess to your parents.

You threw the front door open, ignoring the smile on Steve’s face and stepping out onto the porch, closing the door behind you. “What are you doing here?” you asked, eyeing the flowers in his hand suspiciously.

“Well, you wouldn’t come over, so I thought that I would come to you.” He said, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

“You know that I am busy tonight.” you hissed, glancing over your shoulder, hoping that your parents would be too busy finishing dinner to notice that you had disappeared from the living room.


“No Steve, not actually. I told you that-” before you could finish yelling at him, the door swung open behind you. You held in a groan as you turned around to face your mother.

“Steve! I’m so glad that you could make it.” She said, ushering the two of you into the house.

“Actually, I ran into your beautiful mother at the supermarket earlier today, and she invited me for dinner,” Steve said, the condescending tone of his voice only apparent to you. “It smells delicious, ma’am,” he said, handing over the flowers.

Your mother fussed over them for a few moments, before announcing that she was going to put them in some water.

“You ‘ran into her at the supermarket’?” There was no way that Steve hadn’t planned this after you had let it slip that you had family dinner that night, and therefore couldn’t hang out.

“I had to pick up the bouquet somewhere.”

“You planned this.” you hissed, punching Steve in the shoulder.

“I had to. It’s unfair that you have met my parents, but I haven’t met yours,” he complained, sitting down in his usual spot on the sofa.

“I saw your parents in passing one time.” You said, pointedly ignoring Steve’s attempts to get you to sit beside him. “You are unbelievable, you know that?”

Steve simply chose to smile at you, and grab your wrist, pulling you into his side on the couch. “I’ve been told before,” he mumbled into the crook of your neck.

You weren’t proud of the smile that slipped through your ironclad resolve, but Steve was laughing and there was no way that you were going to escape from the situation anyways.

“Are you embarrassed of me?” Steve was so quiet you almost didn’t hear him.

“What?” You were almost sure that you had misheard him.

“You didn’t want me to meet your parents. I don’t know, I just thought that maybe-”

“Steve Harrington, you are absolutely insane.” You said, sitting up. You forced Steve to look at you before continuing. “My parents are embarrassing and nosy, and even though I love them, I don’t bring a lot of people home.”

“Are you serious?” Steve’s voice was painfully soft, and you could almost feel your heart shatter.

“I just, I didn’t want to scare you off.” You refused to meet his eyes, choosing to stare out of the window.

You felt Steve’s hand gently wrap around yours, and his lips pressing onto your palm. “Me? Scared? Impossible.”

“Yeah?” you asked, unable to stop yourself from smiling.

“Of course. I have my bat in the car.”

“You are such an idiot.” you laughed, snatching your hand away from Steve’s grip.

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his lap. “Nothing is going to scare me off, you know. You are absolutely stuck with me,” he said, brushing the hair that had fallen in your eyes away.

“Kids,” your mom called from the dining room. “Dinner!”

“I think that’s our cue,” Steve said, sliding off of the couch and offering you his hand.

You stood up on your own, shoving him slightly, before making your way into the dining room.

You had somehow managed to make it through a family dinner with no issues at all, and it was all because of Steve. He made your parents laugh harder than you thought possible, while calming you down at the same time. He had even offered to help your mother clean up. You could hear the two of them cackling from the living room.

“He’s sweet”. Your father said, pulling your thoughts away from the laughter echoing through the house.

“What?” you asked, sure that you had misheard him.

“The boy, he’s sweet,” he said, not looking up from the newspaper in his hands. “The hair is a bit much for me, but he clearly makes you happy. And that makes me happy.”

You smiled to yourself, glad that Steve had made a good first impression. Before you could think of a way to respond, Steve and your mother turned the corner. They were both beaming, and Steve had a container of leftovers in his hand (a true seal of approval from your mother).

“You drive home safely, now.” Your mother said, taking a seat beside you.

You hopped up off of the couch and looped your arm through Steve’s. “I’ll walk you out,” you announced, dragging him out the front door.

“Thank you,” you said quietly as the two of you made your way down the drive.

“For what?” he asked, leaning up against the hood of his car. He placed the tupperware down beside him and pulled you closer, wrapping both of his hands around yours.

“Being yourself, I guess. They usually hate my friends.”

“Well, that’s why they like me.” Steve cut you off, before you could explain further.

“What are you talking about?” you said through your laughter.

“I’m your boyfriend. Of course they love me.” Steve said with a grin before placing a kiss on your cheek and standing up.

“That’s all I get?” Usually, Steve spent a while saying goodbye, placing little kisses all over your face before one more on your lips.

“We have an audience, babe,” he said, shifting his eyes between you and your front window a few times.

You turned around to see your parents both hovering by the window. They at least had the decency to scatter once they realized that they had been found out.

“I can always make it up to you later. My parents won’t be back for a week,” he said with a cheeky smile, sliding into the front seat of his car.

“Maybe,” you said, closing the door behind him. “We’ll see.” You leaned down to kiss him goodbye properly as he started the car.

“Speaking of my parents, I told them that you would be coming to dinner next week.”

“I’m busy that day,” you said automatically.

“I never said what day.” he laughed, knowing that he was winning.

“I’m busy every day, Steven.” You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face made your facade less convincing.

“Next Thursday, at seven?” he asked, his hand reaching through the rolled down window to find yours.

You nodded, trying your hardest to hold the smile back and failing miserably. He held your hand as the car rolled out of the driveway, maintaining contact for as long as possible.

“I love you!” he yelled, as he drove away.

He was long gone before you managed your reply, too caught up in listing all of the ways that you loved him in your head. “I love you too,” you said quietly, before making your way inside, unable to suppress the enormous smile on your face.

Steve Harrington may have been an idiot, but he was yours.

A visit to the in laws

A couple of weeks ago my husband and I were on our way to his parents house for a visit with his family. It was a beautiful sunny day and I was looking forward to the visit. On the way we stopped at my friends house to pick up some books she had borrowed that belonged to my mother in law so we could return them.

Hubby pulled into the driveway and I went inside. Amy was out but her hubby was there with the books. (Amy and Riley were the couple from the theatre story) I don’t remember exactly what Riley said but something about how good I looked and too bad I had to get going and couldn’t come in and stay for awhile. Of course being the naughty slut that I am I told him if he could be quick I’d let him fuck me while my husband waited in the car out front.

He liked that idea. He led me to the kitchen where he started to kiss me and grope my tits. I dropped to my knees and pulled out his cock. Sucking it just long enough to get him hard before standing up turning around and pulling my pants down over my ass. Riley pushed his nice hard cock into me and I let out a moan as he grabbed my hair and started pounding into me. He told me how good my pussy felt and I told him how wet he was making me. I could feel I was getting close to cumming and kept begging him to give it to me.

He was assaulting my cheating cunt hard when my phone started ringing, it was my hubby. I answered it saying I was cumming which was 100% true. “I’ll be right out babe.” I manage to say. He said no to worry that he just called because he wanted me to ask Riley if he wanted to join him and some of the other guys Monday night for some beers and to catch the football game. I said I would ask. So while Riley fucked me I asked him if he wanted to hang out with my hubby Monday, he said he was definitely interested. So as I continued to cheat on my loving hubby I told him yes and hung up the phone. Riley was now really giving it to me hard. his hands were tight on my hips as he slammed into me making my eyes roll back in my head and causeing me to moan. I told him I was about to cum again and he was ready to cum as well so I told him to cum in me while my hubby was outside waiting, which he gladly did. After he pulled out I pulled my pants up, fixed my hair, grabbed the books thanked Riley for the fuck and the lovely load and left.

The whole time I was with my hubby and his family I could feel Riley’s load leaking out of me. It made me incredibly wet and horny and I couldn’t keep my hands off my hubby. I kept teasing him and touching him knowing that as soon as we got home he was going to give me another good pounding.

I love my naughty life.

Hit and Run (Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader)

Requested by:@s-e-x-l-o-s-t ( you should really write an imagine where a reader is friends with steve and the kids and in that scene where steve gets out of the bus to confront the demo-dogs one of them attacks him but the reader gets the nail bat and kick the hell out of it and the kids are like omg wtf the demo-dogs go away and steve just kisses the reader, sorry this is so long, you’re writing is incredibly good!)

Summary: You weren’t expecting to spend your evening with a bunch of middle schoolers, and Steve Harrington in the middle of a junkyard, fighting yet another demogorgon. Or demogorgons. 

Word Count: 2000+

Warnings: few curse words here and there and some smooching ofc

Note: I changed the scene up a little and made her attacking the demo-dog on the bus! It’s still basically the same!! I hope you like it :))

HELLA Spoilers for Season 2!!

Originally posted by mikkeljensen

You were planning on spending today in doors, either drawing or studying, not in the back of Steve Harrington’s car with a middle schooler in the front giving you mad attitude while telling you this story of how this demon-slug he found Halloween night turned into a demogorgon and ate his cat. Then escaped the cellar he locked it in by digging through the ground.

“Are you kidding me?” you asked, staring at Dustin with complete bewilderment, “It ate Mews!?” you frowned now, Dustin nodded, and you pouted slightly, “That’s fucked up, your mom came over crying about if we’ve seen Mews the other day!” you pointed, Dustin sighed.

“I know, I know- but I can’t exactly tell her that some demogorgon ate her cat now can I?”

You scowled at him, shaking your head and then looked to Steve, “So what’s the plan?”

Steve shrugged, “We’re going to lure it somewhere secluded and kick it’s ass- you know like last time,” he answered nonchalantly, “You’re here because for some reason you’re really good at gameplans…”

“Yeah, so like last time eh? Set up a trap? I’m not going to cut myself again like I did with Nance and Jonat-”

“No-no, Dart is attracted by raw meat,” Dustin cut you off, you turned to him.

“Who the hell is Dart?”

Dustin rolled his eyes like you were too slow of a thinker for him, “Dart is his name, (y/n)! But that doesn’t matter- what matters is that he grew, and now it’s roaming free and we have to kill him before he kills, so if the next thing you say isn’t how we are going to do it, then don’t talk at all!” Steve turned to Dustin like he was about to scold him or something.

You glared at the kid.

“First up, don’t talk to me like that you little dweeb, and second- it’s clear we have to get a bunch of meat and make a trail- it’s smart, but not that smart because it’ll follow,” you said, leaning back and digging through your bag, “Then we get gas like last time and-” you flicked the lighter in your hand up, Steve glancing at you through the rearview mirror, “and light it’s ass on fire,”

“And where will we get that much meat?”

“Oh you know we’ll just find it lying around- hey maybe we’ll skin and gut a cow, Dustin! It’ll be a fun experie-”

Dustin was about to clap back at you before Steve told you both to shut the hell up.

“Obviously we have to buy meat, and you-” He pointed Dustin,”Stop talking to her like she’s some kind of idiot, she fought one before, so she knows what the hell she’s doing,”

You crossed your arms all smug.

Dustin just simply turned away, saying something under his breath about ‘she didn’t really fight it’. Steve turned back at you, winking, you offered a smile before looking down at your feet. In a way Dustin was right, you didn’t really fight it, but you did help Nancy and Jonathan plan how to trap it.

You let out a sigh. Just an hour earlier, Steve had showed up at your house, telling you to put on your shoes and jacket because he needed your help. You, of course not wanting to pass up another opportunity to hang out with Steve, agreed. That was before you saw Dustin, looking impatient in the front seat of his car and were told you were going to fight another demogorgon.

You huffed slightly, and rubbed your forehead. You really, really didn’t want to do this, you thought you’d never have to ever see one of those things again.

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Care For You (1)

Slight!Steve x Reader, Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: Every time he takes care of her, she runs away.

WARNINGS: swearing, throwing up, nightmares, underage drinking, swearing, drunkenness, that’s it i think lol

Word Count: 3.3k+


Originally posted by myvainsoul

It all started when she dozed off in her College Algebra class. She hadn’t been getting a decent night’s sleep since the fiasco with the Demodogs and Will Byers. She had gotten wrapped up in the situation since the group of tweens—and Steve—asked for her help. They trusted Steve with their lives, but they also trusted Y/n and she was perhaps more than willing to help. She loved the kids, so she dropped everything to help save their friend.

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