There were two things you
despised in your current situation. The first thing accrued to be
that your mom decided to move in with her new husband. The second one
was that playboy number one Jeon Jungkook turns out to be your new
stepbrother. As your parents spontaneously go on vacation you and
Jungkook have to deal with the building tension between the two of
you until an upcoming house party leaves you panting underneath him.
When it came to love, you never understood what all the fuss was about, truly, you didn’t. Not until you met Steve Harrington, that is, and the whole world just started making sense.
EARLY MORNING KISSES:
The first privilege came in arguably the most
affectionate show of love – a kiss placed on your lips so early in the morning
you never quite know whether you’re dreaming or awake. And it is the absolute
sweetest because you are the first thing on Steve’s mind when he opens his eyes
and the last one before he closes them.
Early birds chirp their cheery tunes at dawn and the
sun slowly rises; bright rays peak through the closed curtains of your room and
burn the side of your cheek in almost a loving way. Steve is the first to stir
– naturally, he is much more sensitive to sudden changes in lighting and
temperature – and once he pries one hazy sleep ridden eye open all he can make
out is a blurry image of your white ceiling. He blinks a few times, inhales a
few breaths that taste like your perfume before his senses finally flow back
into him and he tilts his head to the side. His hair sticks to his face and he
shoves it out his eyes; he sees you still deep in sleep and most likely
dreaming. And he wastes no time to lay his hand on your waist, feel your hot
skin burn his fingertips as a lazy smile blooms on his lips. This peace lasts a
moment, or possibly much longer, after all it’s hard to tell time when most of
the world is still sleeping. He leans in and captures your lips in a soft kiss
– a kiss he gives you every morning because true to the fairytale of Sleeping
Beauty, you can only be awoken by a true loves kiss. He tried other methods.
Tickling. Calling your name. A dozen alarm clocks. Nothing got a reaction,
except this one thing and he did not use it sparingly.
The vast skies of dreams cloud with reality as slowly
you feel yourself sucked into a stuffy, hot room, with dewy sweat coating your
skin and batches of hair tickling your cheeks. The senses alert in one deep inhale and you grin immediately
once you realize that Steve’s lips still rest on yours; a raspy giggle escapes
you as you playfully smack his arm and he gradually, with one last peck on your
cheek and a sweet and hoarse ‘Good
morning…’ moves back to his pillow. Your hand finds his under the sheets,
your fingers squeezing his as you hum.
Hawkins Movie Theatre is your favorite spot to hang
out and of course Steve knows this. After all, he took you here on your first
date. So each time you stepped through those double doors felt like the first
time holding his hand all over again.
Midnight séance. A horror movie with flashy imagery
and more nudity than you expected plays on screen as teenagers that are legal
and not sit in couples and whisper amongst themselves. You sink into the plush
red seat and inhale the scent of popcorn, cola, and something frying. The
sounds are loud and unpleasant and you have to refrain from cringing when the
volume jumps just a bit too loud. Your eyes stay glued to the screen despite
the urge to ogle your boyfriend – you know that once you glance at him you will
be unable to look away.
His hand rests on your thigh. Naturally, shoulder hugs
are only for starting lovebirds, but you still remember how he pulled the old ‘yawn-wrap-my-arm-around-your-shoulders-don’t-freak-out-please’
shtick on you and how you absolutely swooned. Suddenly memories appear more
interesting than the movie and you drift away. Oh, what a rainy day it had been
when he had asked you out, not all that smug and cool. Not like the rumors
painted him to be at all. He caught you after school, after basketball
practice, as you were leaving your club with a stack of books and flyers
occupying the space in your hands. He had offered to carry some heavier books
and you had smiled sweetly at him for it. Then, once you reached your locker,
and as you put the clutter away he had asked you if you wanted to ‘Catch a
movie sometime?’. Your first reaction was to raise a brow in confusion and mild
amusement. When you saw that he was serious, and despite himself nervous, your
cheeks bloomed red and a shaky ‘Yeah…I’d like that’ fell from your lips
before you could even think about it.
Steve’s hand squeezes your thigh and you perk up.
Meeting eyes with him you try to bite down the smile. Seems he got bored of the
Your house had been turned upside down as you, in great
anger, tried to explain what the hell had happened to one of your friends. And
how no one was supposed to know about it.
Steve sat on your bed with a book in his hand –
English literature, can’t say it’s his favorite – as you pace around the small
space of your room with your hands up in the air repeating the same wild
gestures as you fight to control the volume of your voice. With blushed cheeks
and a permanent frown on your face, you suddenly halt and stare at him, “Can
you believe it?!”
“No.” He says, turning a page, “How could she?” His
voice tatters on the edge of genuine interest. Frankly, he doesn’t think it’s
that big of a deal, but if you want to vent he isn’t going to stop you.
“I know, right!?” You release a frustrated sigh and
run a shaky hand through your hair; a moment of absolute silence passes and
worried Steve glances up at you. Wide eyed, you state, “I don’t think I can be
friends with her after this.”
You want his opinion. Dear God, you want his opinion.
His advice is debatable in quality (Dustin, after all, didn’t get the girl
despite Steve’s 100% proven technique) and to toss in his two cents in the beef
that you have with your friend? This may potentially ruin your and hers
friendship, or at the very least what’s left of it. Silently, he puts the book
aside and motions for you to come closer. Sadly you walk over, and gently
grasping your hand he pulls you into his lap. His head comes to rest on your
shoulder as his arms wrap around your waist and you find a comfortable position
to rest. A heavy sigh escapes your lips and he can’t help but frown. He doesn’t
want to see you like this.
calls softly, his fingers hooking some loose strands of (color) hair over your
ear, “Don’t be sad. I mean, I’m really not the best person to discuss girl
troubles with, but like you said…She’s a bitch.”
You nod, “I know, but…But she’s my bitch, Steve.”
He thinks, “…Yeah. She’s your bitch.”
“I should call her.”
“Yep. You go do that.”
TAKING PICTURES TOGETHER:
You love looking at pictures. Especially on rainy days
when there is nothing better to do and the need for social interaction is on an
all-time low. You suppose you like them so much because they are proof. Proof
that something magical had happened.
“Oh my God!”
Your mother cries, her hands grasping the Polaroid camera as if her life depends
on it, “Oh my God, (F/Name)! (F/Name)
come here! Our little baby’s all
grown up now!” Her voice cracks at the end and you can’t help but release an
You share a look with Steve. He gives a shrug. The two
of you stand together, his arm around your waist. Graduation. You wear your
best dress, finest hairdo, and perfect smile. You are positive Steve put an
extra hours’ worth of work into his hair today, and you have the sudden urge to
run your finger through it, though the amount of self-control you have
surprises even you.
Another flash lights up the room and flinch and squint
your eyes to shield yourself from the sudden attack. This is possibly the
sixteenth picture that had fallen to the floor with your mothers promise to ‘Pick it up later! Now pose!’. Not having
the heart in you to refuse her, you straighten your back, smile to the camera,
and pray that you don’t look half as uncomfortable as you feel. Steve leans in
and you feel his breath brush your ear, “Do you think she’ll ever stop?”
“Smile and pretend like you’re having a good time,
VIBING ALL NIGHT LONG:
The amount of records you have stocked up in your room
makes Steve proud to call you his girl. The fact that the two of you share the
same music taste is a huge plus, too.
…And your favorite song starts playing on the radio
that goes in perfect tune with your laughing. Steve’s car suddenly turns into a
dance floor – you squirm in your seat and do quick work to open the window to
let the whole neighborhood hear your jam. The stars shape into fairy lights and
street lamps flicker like at the disco on a Friday night. You close your eyes
and inhale the scent of dewy grass as and wind and pollinated sleeping flowers.
Summer is your favorite time of year, and no matter what hour you decide to
sneak out the house you always find yourself in a permanent state of daze and
awe. Last remnants of heat tickle your cheeks and you flash your eyes open,
look at Steve and he shares your brilliant smile.
You hold your choice of beer up to his face, “Sippy!”
You demand. He gives you a dismissive laugh, his hands firmly on the steering wheel
as he continues to drive around.
“I can’t—“ But before he can finish you turn up the
volume and demand again.
“I’ll have to park the car!” He warns. You shake your
head, “We’ll have to walk a mile home!”
“Don’t care! Sippy!”
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that alone should be enough to send your imaginations spinning off to wild places, but that, my friends, is only where our story begins.
it is also something you should know, just in general, in case you happen to encounter darcy lewis.
she’s tazed a god twice, and she goes drinking with thor. on a regular basis.
the first time thor wanted to go drinking after i showed up, lewis was there too. and naturally, if thor was going out so was she. neither of them knew us newbie avengers well yet, but being sociable sort of people, they invited us to tag along. scott immediately agreed, but sam was caught up doing some beta testing in the labs with tony, and said he would catch up when they were done.
so darcy, thor, scott and i went out drinking.
fun fact about thor: it takes him approximately one million alcohols to get drunk, but once he’s there, he likes to sing. preferably epic ballads of victory in battle, but he’s pretty much game for any catchy song that will get a bar excited. that being the case, lewis and thor’s go-to midgardian bar is a karaoke joint.
im sure you begin to see where things are going wrong.
fun fact about darcy lewis? she can also hold her alcohol, but cannot carry at tune. like. at all.
that doesnt stop her from singing, mind you. gotta respect a lady who knows shes terrible but enjoys herself anyway.
scott apparently loves karaoke. i dont know why that surprised me, but it did. even more surprising? hes not actually that bad, although like 90% of his song choices were bruce springsteen. no clue why. anyway, thor was delighted by having a buddy who was not only willing but able to sing with him, and after scott got over his star-struck-ness they had a pretty great time.
it was a good thing that thor and lewis went to that bar on the regular, because im sure any place that hadnt been prepared for them would have kicked all of us out. as it was, they finally booted us out the door after a rousing rendition of ‘wrecking ball’ had most of the bar on their feet. and broke two tables.
(thor apparently settles his tab there in asgardian gold, so no hard feelings from the bartenders.)
the night was young and all of us had enough booze in our systems that we decided to catch a cab back to the tower and see if we could rope anyone else into some shennanigans. thor was buzzed at least, which for thor means his voice is even boomier and his gestures are more expansive–you gotta be ready to duck. scott was drunk, no question about it, and that was probably why theyd wound up singing wrecking ball in the first place. scott’s a cheerful if floppy, “ i love you, i love all of you guys, i love everyone in this bar ” kind of drunk, and was mostly travelling by merit of being wrapped around thors bicep. i was a little buzzed myself, and lewis had had nearly as much as i did. remarkably, she seemed to be chugging along pretty well, some weaving and slurring aside. the lady lives up to her god-tazing reputation.
anyway, we got out of the cab at the tower and started making our way to the doors. scott had partially detached from thors arm and needed extra support, so i was helping keep him from capsizing while lewis trailed a few steps behind the three of us, making color commentary of our three stooges act.
and then out of nowhere, she just…yelled.
all three of us whipped around as quickly as three drunk superpeople can, just in time to see darcy lewis dish out what looked to be a pretty dang textbook perfect roundhouse kick to the chest of some poor guy.
the guy went down. lewis went down too, because the kick had totally overbalanced her. thor and i dropped scott and ran over to help.
which was when sam sat up and said ‘that was a hell of a kick’
because apparently hed finished up his testing and gone out to catch up with us, made it partway down the block to call a cab, then saw us getting out of our taxi. he jogged back–not being particularly stealthy, but we were drunk–and put his hand on lewis’s shoulder to get her attention.
lewis, having pretty poor vision even sober, and worse vision when drunk and without her glasses, just saw some big male figure who’d popped up out of nowhere and grabbed her by the shoulder.
so naturally she kicked him in the chest.
she apologized profusely, but the rest of us thought it was pretty funny. and sam was impressed the next morning when he discovered that she’d left a visible footprint on his chest.
darcy insists she has no idea why she did it. or where she learned to kick like that.
the rest of us have just chalked it up to mysterious darcy lewis powers.