Random one shots w iconic characters (y/n)

Silly little one shot w Steve (Stranger Things)

You wake to the sound of your Hello Kitty alarm clock ringing in your ears, immediately slamming it with your hand and ending the chaos. You look at the ceiling, already dreading the shit show that is high school. You're only a few weeks into your senior year, and you cannot wait until you can leave for college next year. You cannot deal with your mother, the kids at school, and your number one enemy: Steve Harrington.
He's made your life miserable since the second you moved to lame Hawkins, Indiana. You understood why your mother chose to move all the way here, but you miss New York City so much. The hustle and bustle, the fashion, your friends; it's home. Hawkins is so boring. Except for the exception that is your best friend Alexis, everyone else in this town is an absolute piranha. And Steve is the worst of them all. You emerge from your bed and slide on your fluffy rabbit slippers, combing back your long blonde hair in a ponytail. You rise and walk to your closet, hearing the wind rapping on the window. You check the clock. 6:50. You have to be in school at 7:30. Why must the world work on a schedule that is the complete opposite of your sleeping patterns? You feel like a walking zombie every time you wake up. You throw on a cute number, a white blouse with puff sleeves, a striped skirt with suspenders and your Mary Janes. You add some chunky hoops and put on some red lipstick, letting your hair down. You love your hair. Nothing like Steve's. It falls nicely at your waist. Steve's hair is so infuriating, the way it stands perfectly up. He probably goes through forty cans of his hairspray a month.

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You walk into school, your heart already racing at the thought of seeing Steve. He is the most infuriating human being you have ever met. Since the day you met him, his only mission is to make you miserable. It's strange because he seems nice enough in class, always participating. But when he sees you, his face gets into this glare and he immediately starts making fun of the way you look. His recent favorite is to make fun of your checkered jacket with the gold edging. You bought that back in NYC, so it really hurts every time he says something about it. But you've been dealing with his shit for a while now, so you've gotten really good at fighting back. One remark about his hair and he shuts up for the day. You walk up to your locker, putting your books in and grabbing some binders for first period, when you suddenly hear it. The shrill voice you absolutely detest.
"Hey, curly."
"Will you not call me that, frizz ball?"
"Ooh. Frizz ball. Ouch."
"It's true. I think you didn't use enough gel today or whatever that excuse for hair product is you usually put on."
"For your information, it's Farrah Fawcett Hairspray."
"Does it look like I care?"
Steve smirks at your remark. You want to slap him. He's so infuriating. All he does is torment you.
"See you later, loser." You slam your locker and begin to walk away.
"Later," you hear Steve call from behind. You stalk toward first period, huffing, when you suddenly run into Tammy. Tammy is the classic it girl, the one all the guys want to sleep with and who all the girls want to be. Her obnoxious brown hair is almost as bad as Steve's. She walks up to you, bubblegum popping in her mouth. You can smell the perfume from a foot away.
"If it isn't y/n,"
You try to walk past but she stops you with her hand. "Where'd we get the outfit today? The dumpster behind the cafeteria?" You feel the smoke escaping your ears. Steve was horrible, but this girl is just plain cruel.
"I don't want to hear it Tammy," you begin. Steve first and now her?
"I don't care what it is you want to hear. Stay the hell out of my way, loser."
"What do you mean?"
"I saw you talking to Steve. We're like, a thing, for your information. So back off. He wouldn't ever want anything to do with someone like you. You dress like a clown and you have the personality of wet cardboard."
"Tammy, what the hell? Steve doesn't want anything to do with me and I don't want anything to with him."
"Good, because if you did, I'd have to do something like this." Before you realize, Tammy grabs you by the blouse and spits in your face. "Later, loser. And remember what I said." She laughs, walking away, her heels clacking in the distance. You wish you didn't, but you feel yourself beginning to cry. What did you ever do? You were nothing but nice to everyone. You keep your head down, and try to just get your work done. You turn around as the bell rings, signaling that it's almost time for first period to begin. You have to go but you can't show up with tears running down your face. You begin running to the bathroom, when you slam into someone. Your head spins as you look up, your vision blurred by tears. The hallway is empty except for you and the stranger.
"Hey, y/n," you immediately recognize his voice. Could this day get any worse?
"Steve, please, I," you begin to get up, still crying. To your surprise, Steve grabs your hand and pulls you up.
"Y/n,"
"Steve. I can't right now. Please just cut the crap for one moment and let me go." You begin to walk away but his hand holds on.
"Wait," he says, spinning you around. "Come with me."
"Steve," you glare between tears.
"Just trust me."
"Why should I? You've done nothing but torment me ever since you met me."
"Just, please." You can see a small twinge of sadness in his eyes, and you decide to see what he wants. He takes you down the hallway, to the broom closet behind the staircase. He opens and shuts the door, turning on the small light, sitting you on the ground, facing each other.
"What is it, Steve." You glare, your tears still pouring. You feel so frustrated. He is the last person you want to deal with right now.
"Y/n, I'm, I'm sorry."
"Sorry?!" You yell, but he puts his hand over your mouth.
"Shh," he says. "And yes. I'm sorry."
"Wow. For what." You're confused. Why would he be sorry?
"For the way I've treated you. It's not okay."
"It really isn't. I frankly really don't like you. You've made my life a living hell ever since I moved here. You constantly make fun of me. It really hurts."
"I saw what happened with Tammy."
"Oh, God. That."
"That wasn't okay. Here." He takes his hand and wipes your tears, smiling.
"Why are you being nice to me? This is weird."
"Well, what Tammy said isn't true."
"What'd she say?" Your memory is blinded at the moment. All you remember is her making fun of you and then spitting in your face.
"That I wouldn't ever want anything to do with you."
"Well you clearly don't." You look up at the ceiling.
"That's not true." WHAT?!!
"Steve, what the hell are you saying," you begin, but he's already moving closer now.
"I'm saying I like you, y/n. A lot. Like a shit ton, actually." He smiles.
"What the hell-why are you so mean to me? Why would you treat me like shit if you liked me?" Your head is spinning. You never once thought Steve would ever feel this way. Is he lying?
"I, when I first met you I was so scared. My friends said I could never have a chance with someone like you. And when I met you, and you were so beautiful, I just, I had to push you away."
"But you've tormented me-"
"I know. I'm so sorry. I've been trying to get closer to you, make up for it, but you hate me."
"Yeah, I definitely am not your biggest fan."
"I'm so sorry, y/n. I'm an idiot."
"I would say it's okay, but it's not." You wipe at your tears. Steve's face is still so close to yours. He's staring into your eyes.
"I know. But know I really like you." He looks into your eyes. You feel your heart beginning to beat. Why is this happening?
"I-Steve, I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything." He takes you in his arms and kisses you. You feel his lips on yours, searching. He bites your lip slightly, running his fingers through your hair. What is happening?? You pull away.
"How do I know you're not lying?"
"I remember what you wore the first day I ever saw you. I know you hate olives on your salad because I see you pick them off every day at lunch. I know you're beautiful, and opinionated. And when I saw Tammy treat you so horribly, I just couldn't take it." You are stunned. How could Steve Harrington be saying this? Your enemy. The one person you truly despise.
"I, Steve, that's," you feel yourself wanting to kiss him again, to feel him in your arms. "I want to kiss you again." You smile. He takes you in your arms and you begin to kiss, forgetting everything about the outside world. He wraps his arms around your waist and you take his hair in your hands, smiling through kisses. You don't understand how you're feeling, or how this could be real, but you know that you don't want it to end. And as your making out with Steve Harrington in a broom closet (what the hell?) you don't care. Tammy'll have a fit.

So I love Steve with all that I have oops. Idk wtf this is but I genuinely had fun writing it. If you got this far hi! There's more to come.