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sadhours · 4 months

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Steve fucks you in his scoops ahoy costume please and thanks <3

heheheh gigi u know me so well... please request a part 2

PART TWO

cw: 18+ minors dni, smut, dry humping

he just looks so good in the uniform. you've been working across from scoops ahoy! for an entire month. you’re not sure how much longer you can handle this. it’s actually annoying. as he sweeps up the lobby, your eyes are drawn to his ass. they look incredible in those dumb little shorts. his knee high socks sinking lower as the day wears on. potentially worse, he matches his shoes to the uniform. same shade of blue adidas and it’s cute. your coworkers all tease you for your crush on Harrington. they even tell you he’s desperate right now; hitting on every girl that walks into the ice cream store. perfect time to shoot your shot.

but you’re shy as can be. there’s no way in hell steve harrington will hit on you if you walk into scoops ahoy!, especially not in your silly pizzeria uniform. so you just keep on watching him from afar.

the worst thing ever happens, though. a night where you have to close alone and apparently, so does steve. as you’re both awkwardly walking to the doors, he talks to you and boy, what a task it is to hold in your excitement.

“this mall is slowly draining me of my will to live,” he comments, grimacing as you make eye contact.

“ha,” it’s a fake laugh, why you’re fake laughing at him you don’t know but it’s what comes out, “yeah, me too.”

“see ya,” he says and it’s even more awkward when you notice his Beamer is parked right next to your car.

“bye,” you lamely reply as you continue walking next to him. steve chuckles as he keeps walking.

—

your coworkers convinced you to walk across the food court to offer robin and steve a trade. a couple of ice creams for a small pizza and some fries. and you’re relieved when robin’s manning the counter. but she purses her lips and calls for steve, he opens the back window and looks at you.

“yeah?” he asks, hair flopping down on his forehead and he’s so fucking adorable, you have to hold back the giggle forming in your throat.

“they wanna trade ice cream for pizza,” robin tells him, looks like she’s not entirely convinced.

steve’s eyes light up and his lips curl into a smile, “oh, i’m starving, yes!”

robin rolls her eyes, “didn’t you just eat like five bananas?”

“six,” he furrows his brows, “and i’m a growing boy, leave me alone.”

steve looks to you then, “yes, deal.”

he closes the window and comes from the back door, “what do you guys want?”

you read off the note your coworkers wrote and wait for the pair of them to fill it.

—

as you’re leaving, you walk over to scoops so you can tell them thank you but steve is alone. he’s counting the drawer but he’s left the gate open. so you walk inside, feeling bold. you stand in front of the counter and smile at him, waiting for him to finish counting pennies. once he is, he looks up at you and smiles.

“hi,” he purrs and the tone of his voice makes you shiver and you have to squeeze your thighs together.

“i just wanted to say thanks for trading, earlier.”

“no problem,” he pushes his hair back, “that pizza was awesome, thank you.”

“of course,” you flush, knowing you made it with love just for steve. “robin leave already?”

“yeah, she bikes home so i usually let her leave early,” he shrugs, “you close alone?”

“no, but we were slow, so it was quick getting out of there,” you reply, feeling bold so you ask, “do you need any help?”

“for free? no, don’t worry about it,” he grins and you love his smile so much. you don’t wanna leave.

“no, really, i don’t mind,” you say, “i can do some grunt work to make your close easier.”

steve chuckles and nods, “if you insist,” he offers you a rag, “you can wipe down tables.”

you take it with a smile and nod, turning on your heels and making quick with wiping down the tables. you’re focused on a stubborn stain on a table when you feel steve behind you. before you can turn he places a hand on your hip and gets his lips close to your ear, “am i outta line or is there something here?”

you melt, gripping the table so you don’t turn into a puddle. a loss for words, you just gasp and tilt your head back.

“am i outta line?” steve repeats, determined on a reply.

“no,” you insist, shaking your head and steve snakes his arm around your waist, pulls your back flush against his front and smiles against your ear.

“oh, thank god,” he purrs, then kisses your neck, “hoped i wasn’t going crazy.”

“how did you know?” you ask, releasing your grip on the table as you turn towards him.

steve’s face is flushed, like he was nervous and it makes you feel special. he looks incredibly handsome and you grip onto his biceps as you gaze into his beautiful brown eyes.

“the way you look at me,” he mumbles back, eyes darting from your lips to your eyes.

“how do i look at you?” you ask in the short distance between your faces.

steve’s lips quirk up as he replies, “like you didn’t want ice cream, like you wanted me.”

you flush all shades of red, embarrassed you couldn’t hide your crush. it seems to be a good thing so you tell him, “i do— want you.”

steve closes the gap between you, pressing your ass against the table as he kisses you heatedly. his hands grip your hips as he sucks your top lip between his. you have to wrap your arms around his neck so you don’t fall down to the floor, feeling wonderfully lightheaded as steve kisses you stupid. he lifts you up and rests you on the table, moving his hand to grope your breast through the dress you have to wear for work. you hook your ankles around the back of his calves as you kiss him back with just as much fervor as he’s giving you.

it’s unbelievable, kissing steve like this in the lobby of scoops ahoy! there’s no way your coworkers are gonna believe you. steve doesn’t kiss with a lot of tongue, just little teases of it dragging against your lower lip before he kisses your top lip bruisingly. he grabs your face while he does it. you whine against him, knotting your fingers in his luscious locks. they’re so soft, you get lost in them. moaning softly into the kiss as you gently tug on the tendrils on the back of his neck and steve groans against you.

“you keep doing that, we’re gonna have to do more than kissing,” he mumbles against your lips.

god… you’d let steve take your virginity right here on this table but something tells you that you have to relay that information, “i-i’m a virgin.” you tell him in a whisper and he groans as he rolls his hips against you.

“i can’t take your virginity here,” he laughs softly, “but we can do something else…”

the promise of him taking your virginity is overwhelming and excited. you’d been fantasizing about it for months. you look at him expectantly as he pulls away, you glance down to see him straining in his scoops ahoy! uniform and you giggle.

“c’mere,” he helps you off the table and onto the booth. “lay down.”

you obey and bite your lip, anticipating Steve’s next move. he situates his body on top of yours in the booth, suddenly you can feel his erection against your thigh and he wiggles until you can feel it against your core. you gasp and he kisses you hard, grabbing the hem of your dress and hiking it up over your waist. steve then licks into your mouth and you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist as he grinds down against you. it’s so… wonderful, his clothed hard on rubbing against your core through your underwear. you feel it all over, soaking through your panties and probably his shorts. steve pants through the kissing, rutting his hips against yours in a way that makes your head swim. the drag of his erection against your clit is something fucking special and it makes you jerk up against him, wanting more.

steve keeps kissing you, grinding down against you even faster. tingles run up your thighs straight to your core and you can’t help but release these begging little whines against his lips. steve bites your lip then, tugging it between his teeth as his hands make quick work to pull the top of your dress down, exposing your breasts, his hand grabs hold of your tit and squeezes as he continues winding his crotch down against yours. once his fingertips you with your nipple, you let out a loud, guttural moan and steve is swallowing it down with a sloppy kiss. you find your hands in his hair again, pulling and tugging as he whimpers into the kiss and works his hips even harder.

the pair of you are writhing against each other desperately, panting and moaning against tongues and lips and that coil that’s been winding in your stomach snaps. blissful release soaring through you with a cry of Steve’s name as he pinches your nipple.

“that’s it,” he purrs against your slack jawed mouth, “cum for me, baby. that’s a good girl.”

you cling onto him desperately and steve’s hips stutter before stopping and he makes a pretty whimper and whine against your lips.

once he pulls away, his shorts are very clearly ruined and your embarrassed but also incredibly turned on by the evidence of a good time.

“when can we do more?” you ask, blinking hopefully at him.

steve laughs softly and scratches the back of his neck, “well… my house is empty… if you wanna come over?”

“yes, I would love to,” you giggle as you sit up.

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judeswhore · 2 years

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11:11; steve harrington

summary: in an overwhelming moment of pent up insecurities, worry starts to creep up on you as you wonder if maybe you aren’t enough for steve anymore

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

requested: yes

warnings: insecurities, reader doubting herself a little

notes: feedback is appreciated! you can find my masterlist here.

the silence in the car was almost suffocating, the air awkward and tense and you so badly wished you’d asked robin for a ride. steve kept sneaking glances at you, his fingers drumming restlessly against the steering wheel, clear worry and confusion etched into those effortlessly pretty features. more than once he’d opened his mouth to ask if you were okay but the words died on his tongue when he took in your frowning expression and the protective way you’d wrapped your arms around yourself. you were refusing to look at him, he knew that much, eyes locked on the passing trees outside of your window, mind so obviously not in the car.

you were upset, stomach rolling in nauseous waves as you replayed back the last few hours in your head. you and steve were spending more and more time with nancy now that hawkins was under threat, working tirelessly to figure out what the hell was happening and maybe that was the main reason for your turbulent emotions. you were afraid and that fear was making all your other fears and insecurities roll into one until you were left doubting every single aspect of your life. like whether steve had ever actually stopped loving nancy. like whether he was going to realise that you weren't the one, whether he was going to fall out of love with you quicker than he'd fallen in love with you.

you'd caught the way steve had looked at nancy, doubt sparking in the very corners of your mind. there was something soft about his expression, something open, a look that, in your eyes, only came with a long standing feeling of love. sitting in the wheeler's basement you'd watched them from the sofa, watched them trade inside jokes and laughs, the way steve nudged his hip against hers, how his smile was so bright his eyes crinkled at the corners. a feeling of confusion and loss bloomed low in your tummy, insecurity washing over you in waves as you wondered if you were enough. the shared glances made you question if maybe you were only a temporary replacement, a placeholder until steve got the girl he really wanted back.

"hey," you startled at the sound of steve's voice, almost flinching in shock when he pressed his hand gently on your thigh. he gave it a light squeeze, thumb rubbing softly over your skin as he brought your attention to him. "you're awfully quiet." you hummed a little in reply, letting your gaze linger on his dashboard, feeling awkward and unable to meet his eyes.

"just tired."

"you wanna spend the night? i can sneak into work and get us a movie, might be a nice distraction from all of this." it was a shock to steve when you shook your head because you never turned down movie nights, he understood things were messy and scary right now but that was exactly why he wanted you by his side. he could make sure you were safe that way.

"i just wanna go home and sleep."

"well then how about i stay over at your place?"

"my parents are home." total lie and you knew steve knew it, you'd told him only that morning that your parents were visiting family out of town. you turned back to the window, frown only deepening and he removed his hand from your leg, settled it back on the wheel. his heart felt funny, thumping unsteadily in his chest and his palms had turned unnaturally damp because he felt you were upset with him and he wasn't exactly sure why.

"what's wrong?"

"nothing, i told you, i'm just tired." your tone was snappy and it only escalated steve's worry, his throat dry when he swallowed. he slowed the car, turning on his hazards and pulled up at the side of the road, turning in his seat only to be met with your disgruntled expression. "what're you doing?"

"what's wrong?"

"i just want to go home, steve." it came out in a huff because you were tired, so bone deep tired of everything and sleep was the only thing you could think of that would stop you worrying. you didn't want to keep thinking about how your boyfriend was probably still in love with his ex girlfriend because you weren't enough. your arms wrapped further around you, your gaze sliding to the front window and he shook his head, reaching over to ever so carefully tap your chin.

"hey, no. look at me. i'll take you home when you tell me what's going on." he dropped his hand again, let it settle on his own thigh and watched you draw in a breath, your head turning in his direction. you didn't meet his eyes though, you kept them locked on his hands, searching over each and every scar you'd already committed to memory.

"it's nothing, i just-" you let your shoulders rise and fall in a shrug because there were so many things wrong you didn't know where to start.

you felt as though everything was falling in on you, crushing you until your lungs burned and you couldn't catch your breath. you'd always had insecurities, had grown up thinking you weren't pretty enough, smart enough, normal enough and they were slowly coming back, creeping up on you until you were comparing yourself to everyone else around you. you were afraid that steve was eventually going to stop loving you, that once hawkins was free of whatever this bullshit was he'd realise he didn't really want you, that you were just someone to have around for company while he tried not to think about the end of the world. you were afraid that all this monster shit would draw steve back to nancy, because she knew what she was doing, she was capable of making plans and keeping everyone safe. you? not so much.

"i'm not enough for you, y'know?" silence followed your admission, steve's mouth clamping shut, his chest falling still as he somehow forgot to breathe. he simply stared at you across the car, at your downturned lips, the way you seemed tucked into yourself, your usual happy glow snuffed out and something tugged at his heart.

"what?"

"i just feel like one day you're gonna wake up and realise that i'm not the girl you want anymore." the words hung heavy in the air, settling like a dark cloud over both of you and steve could only blink at you in shock. he felt a little untethered because he thought it was obvious how so completely in love with you he was. how much you meant to him, how you were really the only person who ever made him feel at ease with himself. steve was certain that not a single other person would be able to take his heart the way you had, so wholly and completely, so quickly that he didn't even realise it was happening.

"why would you ever think that?"

"i see the way you look at nancy, steve." you finally lifted your gaze to his, tilting your head a little as you toyed with the hem of your shorts. steve's face was a mask of utter confusion, brow creased and he reached out as though for your hand but paused midair, slowly pulling it back and setting it on his knee before speaking.

"and how do i look at her?"

"like you never really stopped loving her."

"so the way i look at you?"

"no-"

"well, if i don't look at her the way i look at you then i'm definitely not looking at her like i still love her. because i look at you like i love you." he paused, eyes darting between both of yours, searching your face for any hint of a reason as to why you suddenly thought you weren't enough for him, why you were suddenly questioning his love for you. "because i love you, y/n, not nancy. god if you saw the way i looked at you sometimes you'd realise i'm completely head over heels, madly in love with you."

you swallowed thickly, mouth suddenly dry and let your eyes fall back to his hands. your heart thumped at his words but your mind was still two steps behind, thoughts of losing him looping throughout your head, fears over him getting sick of these silly insecurities joining the mix. you wanted to believe him, you really did, but you’d dug yourself into a hole and getting out seemed miles away. steve was incredible, was quite possibly the most amazing person you’d ever met and you were so average in comparison. to you, it made sense that he’d eventually come to terms with wanting someone more and his love for you would slowly fizzle out, no matter what he said now.

“sometimes i just feel like i’m the girl you chose out of convenience y’know? we were forced together because hawkins is fucking cursed and you were getting over nancy and i don’t know it was easy for you to just turn to me because i was always just there. i feel like maybe you love me because you sort of have to and eventually you’ll realise that you could have so much more.” you flicked a balled up piece of paper that was on his dashboard and watched it bounce off the window, tumble to the floor. “i think that if all this stuff wasn’t happening you never would have even looked twice at me.”

“no,” steve sounded upset and from the corner of your eye you could see him shaking his head. “y/n, i did not fall in love with you because you were convenient. i fell in love with you because you’re beautiful and smart and so fucking witty and sarcastic that sometimes it drives me insane but i’d never want you to be any other way. i fell in love with you because your laugh makes me feel like everything’s gonna be okay, because when you look at me i get stupidly giddy and half the time i forget how to speak. i love you because you’re the most kind and genuine person i’ve ever met, the way you stick up for the kids? take care of them? it makes me wanna grab you and kiss you until i can’t breathe anymore.”

steve drew in a deep breath and finally set his hand on your leg, covering your hand that was already there, fingers squeezing lightly around yours. “maybe if henderson hadn’t dragged me into this shit i would never have met you, but that doesn’t mean you’re just a convenience, it means that my life would be so fucking dull if you weren’t in it. nancy and i? friends. i’m not in love with her, i don’t think i was ever really in love with her, not in a way that truly meant anything. i’m in love with you and i’ll keep telling you every second if that’s what it’ll take for you to believe me.”

his fingers settled on your chin, gentle and warm, a comfort you weren’t aware you needed, and he tilted your head towards him, your eyes locking on his. he swiped his thumb over your skin and your lashes fluttered when it caught against your bottom lip. a swarm had kicked off in your stomach, a hot fuzzy feeling buzzing in your chest, sticky and sweet like a summers day and steve’s words sent a tiny thrill through you. he’d said them with such sincerity, such clarity, his tone and the way he was looking at you making it hard not to believe him. but you needed to get it out, you needed to tell him how you felt otherwise it would stay bottled up and would only become worse. you weren’t aware of how badly you’d needed his reassurance, steve told you he loved you often, but this felt different and it lightened that weight on your shoulders slightly.

“sometimes i overthink and i worry that when things are over you’ll fall out of love with me. maybe once you’re not tethered to hawkins you’ll wanna leave and you won’t want me to be a part of that. i guess sometimes i forget you’re not the same guy you were in high school and i remember the girls you used to date and i wonder if maybe you’ll eventually want someone more like that again.” you’d curled your fingers around steve’s wrist and his pulse felt light against your thumb, steady and grounding and you tilted into his palm when he cupped your cheek.

“i want you. just you, with your weird hatred for pop tarts and your strange obsession with the goonies. i want all of you for as long as i can have you.” steve’s other hand came up to your face and he trailed his finger across your jaw, grazing the tip of it over the curve of your ear while brushing your hair back out of your face. "when i picture my life, my future outside of this stupid town, all i see is you. it doesn't matter what dream i'm having, which version of my future i’m imagining, you're always there. with that pretty smile that i love so much.”

your lips tilted slightly on their own and steve's eyes dropped, voice dropping even lower until it was a whisper. "there it is." he leant in a little to brush the tip of his nose over yours, soft and tentative. the angle was uncomfortable, your belt digging into you but steve’s words had made you feel light, more free than you had in days. they’d somewhat eased your worries and that painful lump that had been lodged in your throat all day had disappeared. “i love you. a ridiculous amount.”

“i love you too.” your breath tickled steve’s lips and you noticed his shoulders visibly relax, a small smile forming as he nudged your nose again. he was hesitating from kissing you, waiting for you to make the first move and so you did, leaning up and catching his mouth with yours. you kissed him softly, slow and careful, each lazy drag of your lips over his a reminder of how deep your feelings for each other went. you were more than thankful for his reassurance, glad that it had eased your heart and your mind. you knew they weren’t so easy to get over, you’d been dealing with your insecurities your whole life but you also knew that now you’d told steve how you felt he’d make sure to spend every day reminding you how much you meant to him.

“is your offer for a movie night still open?” you let your hands fall back into your lap, pulling away from steve just enough to meet his eyes. his lips were pink and kiss swollen, pouted slightly at the loss of contact.

“always.” he smiled softly and brought his mouth back to yours, almost kissing the breath out of you. he dragged his mouth from yours to your jaw, nipping teasingly at your skin before pressing playful, wet kisses across your cheeks, nose and forehead until he finally got to hear the giggles he adored so much. “i love you.”

he really fucking did.

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chelseeebe · 1 year

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can you see me? (the way i see you)

summary: steve harrington had been your best friend for years. you had been there for every failed relationship, picked him up and brushed him off. all while being head-over-heels in love with the boy. but now things were getting more serious with his newest girlfriend and yous trent sure if your heart could handle it.

an: hey i literally hate this :D but wanted to write SOMETHING because it’s been so long !! i have a few more ideas i wanna hash out but life is so crazy at the mo! also side note: nancy wheeler i love u soz for making u the enemy<\3

!!: no use of y/n! a teensy bit of angst i suppose and very very brief eddie x reader

steve was your best friend.

was.

you still considered him your best friend but you weren’t sure that that feeling was reciprocated.

the pair of you used to spend pretty much every waking moment with one another. up until he started dating nancy.

quite honestly, you regretted even pushing him to ask her out. if you’d known that you were never going to see your best friend again you would’ve never been so encouraging.

if you’d known just how much your heart would ache seeing them together, how his doe eyes softened at the sight of her and his lips curled up into a smile at the mention of her name, you would’ve just kept your mouth shut.

the only times you ever really got to hang out with steve was at work, and even then sometimes nancy would be there.

you’re restocking one of the displays with robin, arm full of tapes when the bell dings and nancy walks through the door.

you barely give her a glance before steve is practically pouncing over the counter to get to her.

‘she’s here again?’ robin leans over and whispers to you, narrowing her eyes at pair of them kissing.

robin knew partially of your crush on steve, you hadn’t exactly told her just how much their relationship was hurting you but she had got the gist of it after your visible look of defeat you gave steve after he announced they were dating.

you roll your eyes, ‘they’re in looove, robin,’ you mock, watching as nancy giggles at something he whispers.

‘are you actually gonna do any work today, dingus?’ robin calls across the store, hands on her hips to show her disapproval.

steve straightens up, still holding onto nancy’s waist, ‘yes, yes i am.. but right now i’m going on my lunch break, is that okay with you, boss?’

‘you have thirty minutes, and i’m counting!’ she taps her watch as the couple traipse out the door, nancy clinging onto his arm.

‘god they make me sick,’ robin fake heaves, climbing to sit on the counter.

you chuckle, it was reassuring that you weren’t the only one with a distaste for their relationship.

robin gestures for you to join her, her eyes look pitifully at you, feeling bad for your unrequited love for steve.

you oblige and jump up onto the counter, leaning against her and sighing.

‘we need to find you someone else.. someone new and exciting,’ her hand finds yours, giving it a small squeeze.

‘rob.. i don’t want anyone else.. i’ll get over it eventually..’ you shrug, biting down onto your bottom lip.

‘hmm.. somehow i don’t believe that,’ she shakes her head.

you were extremely grateful for robin’s friendship. you’d only really connected after getting the job at family video but now you wouldn’t trade her for the world. especially with steve’s recent little escapade.

the day very slowly rolls on and steve eventually rocks back up, well over his allocated thirty minutes with his hair all messed up and flushed cheeks.

you ignore his very obvious demeanour and get on with your work, counting the minutes until you could go home.

robin slams the stiff door shut and clicks the lock, letting out an over exaggerated sigh of relief.

you follow steve into the parking lot where he turns to look at you, hand on top of his maroon car, ‘shit.. i can’t give you a ride tonight, i’ve gotta go and pick up nance.. but next time, definitely.’

you weren’t exactly ecstatic to be getting a ride with steve but it was a million times better than the bus and was now the only time it was ever just you two, how it used to be.

‘oh.. right,’ you stare at him, willing for him to just disintegrate in front of your eyes, ‘guess i’ll get the bus,’ you bite the inside of your cheek and spin on your heel towards robin who was watching your encounter.

‘i’m sorry! next time i promise i will!’ he calls out behind you before getting into his car and speeding off.

robin shakes her head, ‘what an asshole!’ she joins her arm with yours, heading towards the bus stop, ‘now are you ready to ditch him?’

‘ugh, i wish,’ you sigh, holding onto her arm and dramatically leaning your head on her shoulder in pure exasperation.

it had been a week since you’d seen steve, he’d called off from his last two shifts. a mysterious illness had meant you and robin were left to pick up his slack. much to robin’s dismay.

‘someone needs to give that boy a good smack, if you won’t i’ll do it,’ she groans as she rearranges her pile of vhs tapes into alphabetical order.

you were both stood waiting to see if steve was going to actually show up today or not, keith was starting to get aggravated with steve’s behaviour and for some reason you still felt the need to defend him, promising that he’d make up his lost shifts.

you couldn’t really explain why, he sure as hell wouldn’t have done the same for you but at the end of the day, he was, or once was your best friend, and you were undoubtedly, terribly in love with him.

steve steams through the door, pulling on his green vest and huffing and puffing that he was here.

‘nice of you to show up,’ keith quips, looking over at the flustered boy with a stern expression.

‘i’m sorry! my car.. i had to get gas and then there was traffic.. but i’m here! i’m here!’ steve practically screams, speed walking through to the back to clock in.

robin shoots you a look, rolling her eyes at his tardiness.

you can hear keith loudly reprimanding steve, complaining that he had to stay late to cover for him. in reality, he stayed twenty minutes later than he should to stand behind the counter and bitch about steve, either way you slyly appreciated steve getting told off.

keith eventually storms out of the room and out of the front door, you widen your eyes at robin and slink over to the back room to speak to steve, leaning against the wooden door frame as he angrily stuffs his stuff into his locker.

‘you good?’ you ask, eyeing his tense posture.

he runs a hand through his hair and turns to loom at you, ‘he’s a prick, i’m like.. five minutes late, not that big of a deal.’

‘hmm, try half an hour.. but yeah he is,’ you agree.

‘i was busy.. it’s just been..’ he sighs, his shoulders relaxing, ‘doesn’t matter, how have you been?’

‘i’m okay.. i wanted to ask you if you were still coming on friday? i know you’ve been sick and all..’ you tentatively ask.

friday was your twenty first birthday and you were finally going to host what was probably your first and last party at your new apartment.

‘err.. coming to what?’ steve asks, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

the date had been drummed into his head for months, with plans being discussed for weeks about who you were going to invite and what you were going to wear.

‘..my birthday? same day every year, steve,’ you scowl up at him.

his mind had been somewhere else entirely since getting with nancy, so much so he had forgotten his own best friends birthday.

‘oh shit! yes, yes of course i am,’ his eyes widen as he suddenly remembers why that date was so important.

‘you forgot, didn’t you?’

‘no! how dare you say that?’ he jokes, walking over and placing his hands on your shoulders, ‘i could never forget your birthday.. i’ve just been sick.. my brains all foggy.’

his attempts to redeem himself shouldn’t work, but they do. his big brown doe eyes gleaming down at you absolutely do not help as you’re already putty in his hands, ready to accept his apology.

you never could stay mad at steve. one time back in school he had genuinely forgotten to pick you up one morning, the same morning hawkins had decided to have torrential downpour, so you turned up to school resembling a drowned rat, soggy and miserable. but when steve had seen you storming towards him and realised his mistake, he dropped to his knees in the corridor, hands clasped together and already pleading for your forgiveness.

which you gave, of course. you were in love with the boy for christ’s sake, how could you not?

you attempt to hold onto your anger, jutting out your bottom lip but when he flashes that stupid cheesy grin you can’t help but return the smile and have to turn away before he notices how flushed your cheeks had become.

robin looks on in disgust and you scrunch up your face in return, getting back to your work and trying not to catch yourself staring at steve.

friday rolls around and there’s a steady stream of people entering your apartment, music blaring and drinks flowing.

you’d told everyone to get there for nine.

it was now bordering on ten and steve still hadn’t showed his face, which you try to not let damper your mood but it inevitably does.

robin is the first to notice, handing you a red cup full of a mysterious liquid that she practically forced you to down.

‘he’s an asshole, don’t let him ruin your night!’ she shouts into your ear, her hand on the small of your back.

you go to reply, being interrupted by the boy himself walking towards you, nancy in tow with a stoic expression painted on her face.

you don’t even mean to but you jump up, reciprocating his hug, ‘you’re late!’ you say into his ear.

‘i know.. i’m sorry.. we uh- happy birthday!’ he pulls back slightly, leaving a short kiss on your cheek.

you grin, letting go of his body and giving nancy a slightly awkward half-hug, thanking her for the birthday wishes.

‘let’s get you a drink!’ you pull steve into the kitchen, followed by robin attempting to make small-talk with nancy.

your pour a bottle of clear liquid into a cup, slightly over pouring due to your own intoxication and hand him the drink.

there’s some chatter with the couple before she inevitably takes him away, moving to their own corner of the kitchen.

maybe if you weren’t so drunk you wouldn’t have felt your heart sinking when his hand tenderly touches her arm, leaning in to whisper into her ear.

robin yanks you away from the kitchen and into the living room, ‘no! not tonight,’ she holds onto your hand, forcing you to move along to the music.

at some point someone suggests a game of spin the bottle and you groan, ‘i didn’t think we were still teenagers?’

‘oh stop it, it’s fun,’ robin says, taking a seat on the sofa and turning the music down a notch so you could all hear each other.

you end up sat next to eddie, who you knew back from high school, he ended up having to repeat a couple of years so ended up in a few of your senior classes.

the empty glass bottle is placed on the floor and you all look around, willing someone to go first.

‘well if none of you pussies are gonna do it, i will,’ eddie announces, leaning down to spin the bottle.

it spins and spins before stopping.. on you.

‘guess i gotta show the birthday girl some lovin’,’ he turns to face you and you roll your eyes but move towards him.

again, if not for the alcohol, you would’ve been a hell of a lot more bashful about this very public display of affection but you lean into him, his lips landing on yours.

your eyes flying shut and your hand resting on his cheek as his hand moves to the back of your neck, holding you in place.

you’re interrupted by someone loudly clearing their throat and you pull apart, hand still caressing his cheek.

you look up to find steve and nancy had entered the room, ‘what the hell have i just walked in on?’ steve asks.

you giggle, shuffling away from eddie, ‘s’just spin the bottle.. duh,’ you respond, shaking your head at him.

‘oh, duh,’ he remarks sarcastically, ‘can i speak to you for a sec?’

you furrow your brows but stand up from the sofa, eddie’s hand still lingering on your back, flashing him a small smile before walking over to steve.

you felt so silly. you were kissing a genuinely nice, attractive guy, and enjoying it too and yet you would still drop everything as soon as steve asked you to.

‘i think we’re gonna head out.. i just wanted to say bye before we left, have a good night,’ he murmurs, nancy standing stone-faced beside him.

‘you’re joking! i’ve hardly seen you.. you literally just got here!’ you frown at him, slightly infuriated that your supposed best friend couldn’t even hang around at your birthday party for at least an hour.

‘i know.. nance isn’t feeling too well.. we just wanted to come and wish you a happy birthday and that..’ he gives you a small, apologetic smile but disregard it.

‘you couldn’t even show up on time and now you’re leaving after barely being here an hour?’ you reply, slightly louder than expected.

‘i’m sorry.. i’ll make it up to you, chick,’ he reaches out to touch your arm but you recoil, the use of that nickname, one that had been given to you in high school and now only came came out when steve was apologising or trying to get his own way, making you pull back.

‘no.. don’t bother, it’s fine,’ you grit, tensing your jaw in an attempt to not say anything meaner to him.

‘c’mon.. don’t be like that.. you looked plenty occupied when we walked in anyway,’ he remarks and if it weren’t for nancy standing literal millilitres away from him, you could’ve sworn there was a twinge of jealousy in his voice.

‘what’s that supposed to mean?’ you glare at him.

his mouth opens and promptly shuts, leaving him looking like a gawping fish, ‘nothing.. look i’ll see you soon, okay? i’ve gotta take nance back..’ he places a hand on her back and basically pushes her out of the front room.

you exhale, spinning around to find that luckily everyone had gotten back to the game and ignored whatever the hell had just happened between you and steve, everyone except robin, who’s eyes were planted on you, that sad, pitying look.

she’s quick to jump up, already forcing her cup into your hand, ‘don’t even think about it.. it’s your birthday and that.. he’s not ruining your night, okay?’

you nod, appreciative of your best friend’s kindness and down the cup of liquor she’d handed to you, ready to squash the thought of steve out of your mind.

you wake up to robin poking your arm, groaning at the feeling in your head.

‘rob.. please no, i’m fragile,’ you grumble, but rolling over to face her, that cheeky grin on her face.

‘how ya feeling, buttercup?’ she asks.

‘like shit,’ you complain, curling up into the blanket.

‘well i’m not surprised, i’m glad you had a good night though,’ her hand reaches out to brush the hair from your face.

‘please tell me i didn’t embarrass myself?’

‘uh.. nah..’ she replies, slightly hesitant.

‘oh god… what did i do?’ you close your eyes, bracing for whatever embarrassing story she was about to relay.

‘well uh.. you remember kissing eddie, right?’

‘yeah.. just about..’

‘well.. you called him steve and then i caught you showing him to your room.. and that’s when i put you to bed.. see it’s not that bad,’ she tries to reassure you but she can’t stifle her smile.

you groan, pulling the duvet up and over your head, ‘no.. oh my god,’ you cringe at your own actions.

‘look, he was definitely way too drunk to remember.. don’t worry about it,’ she yanks the duvet down, exposing you to the harsh light.

‘i’m never drinking again, seriously,’ you complain, pouting at robin.

she laughs, ‘it’s really not that big of a deal.. trust me.’

‘i don’t believe you but i’m going to ignore all of that because i’m starving.. shall we get food?’

‘i am very down with that.. but you need to brush your damn teeth first,’ she giggles, moving away from you.

‘bitch,’ you joke, rolling out of the bed.

you were hoping to god that by some grace of god that eddie had forgotten. robin was the only person who knew of your unrequited love for steve and you were hoping that it’d stay that way.

you’re basically shaking as you walk into work, not wanting to face steve. it wasn’t exactly an argument but you were still pissed off with him and definitely didn’t want to stare into his grovelling eyes as he begs for your forgiveness.

there was no way you could stand up for yourself against him, no way you could ever tell him how much his and nancy’s relationship was hurting you, not without ending up telling him that you were head over heels for him.

you don’t see him as you walk into the store, waving at robin who flashes you a warning glance.

you look back, puzzled until you reach the back room and find steve on the phone, his knuckles white from his death grip on the piece of plastic.

he glances up at you before putting his other hand on the wall, ‘nancy, i have to go… no… i’m at work for fuck’s sake… look-… i’m going now… i’ll call you when i’m done,’ he slams the phone back onto the wall and sighs.

you silently place your things into your locker, your back to him.

‘well that didn’t sound great,’ you mumble, faffing about with your bag.

‘i just- i can’t.. every single day there’s something, i’m always in the wrong,’ he says, lightly hitting the brick wall.

you close your locker and look at him, ‘honeymoon phase has worn off, huh?’ you wanted to be kind but you were rightfully still pissed off at his disappearance on friday.

to be fair to steve, most of his relationships seemed to fizzle out by the second or third month, so to now only be experiencing this with nancy was an anomaly. girls got tired of his flirty nature and decided they’d had enough, or steve got bored, the excitement of a new relationship wearing off.

he scoffs, ‘yeah you can say that again.’

you raise your eyebrows, going to walk out of the room when his hand grabs your wrist, stopping you.

‘i just wanted to say i’m sorry.. i wanted to stay but nancy was complaining about something and if i’m not immediately jumping to her assistance then i get it in the neck,’ those soft eyes once again working their magic.

‘yeah.. it’s fine steve..’ his hand his still wrapped around your wrist and the simple feel of his fingers on your skin is enough to make you crumble.

‘no.. i’ve been a shitty friend- best friend, i wanna make it up to you, how about we do something after work? my treat?’ he blinks down at you, the corners of his lips twitching into a small smile.

‘no nancy tonight?’ it leaves your mouth without a second thought to how jealous it made you look.

he chuckles, ‘no, just me and my best friend.. like the old times.’

‘well.. if you’re paying, sure,’ you smile at him.

he rolls his eyes, dropping your wrist, ‘yes.. of course.’

before you can reply, the bell that resided on the front counter dings rapidly and you spin to see robin standing there abusing the metal dinger.

‘could use a little help out here, if you’re not too busy,’ she raises her eyebrows.

you walk out into the store, smiling to yourself for the duration of your shift, knowing that you were finally going to get some steve alone time.

sat in steve’s car after work, music playing out of the stereo and he’s quietly humming along and it feels exactly how it used to, before nancy was around, before your feelings had become incredibly complicated for him.

‘where are we going?’ you ask, still in your family video uniform, not wanting to have to be out in public in the green waistcoat.

‘i thought we could go and grab some food and then.. movie at yours?’

‘sounds good to me,’ you smile, ‘.. i’ve missed hanging out with you.’

you didn’t just miss hanging out with him, you missed him as a whole. how comfortable he’d be with you, how easy conversation just slipped off your tongue with him, sharing soft touches that now felt too awkward.

‘i missed you too.. i really am sorry that i’ve sorta just.. ditched you,’ he turns down the volume and pats your knee, causing your heart rate to go through the roof.

‘yeah.. you kinda did,’ you admit, shrugging.

he sighs, ‘i thought nancy was the one, you know? different than those other girls..’

‘you don’t think so anymore?’

‘i dunno.. she’s just always mad at me for something.. like i can’t do anything right,’ his shoulders slump.

‘maybe she’s just.. projecting.. i dunno, like she feels like she’s messing up and that’s how she’s showing it,’ it hurts to defend her, but you saw how much he was pining for her before they began dating, coming into work everyday with a new plan to make her agree to go out with him.

‘nah..’ he shakes his head, ‘i don’t think so.. like on your birthday she wanted to go, so we left and then we got back to her house and suddenly she was upset saying i should’ve stayed since it was your birthday.. like what the fuck?’

‘hmm.. i don’t know then,’ you shrug, looking down at your lap.

‘weird, right? anyway.. this is not about my relationship.. let’s stop talking about it,’ he pulls into the parking lot of your favourite burger chain.

the pair of you are lazing on the sofa, chatting over the movie playing on the tv when your phone rings causing steve to jump and knock over the half-empty can of beer.

‘nice one doofus,’ you say as you get up to answer the phone.

the voice on the other end takes you by surprise.

‘oh.. hello, nancy.. how are you?’ as soon as steve hears the name he shoots up from mopping up the liquid, shaking his head and motioning across his neck.

‘i am not here,’ he mouths.

‘uh… no, haven’t seen him since we finished work.. why is something wrong?’ you ask, glaring over at steve.

‘oh.. okay, well if i see him i’ll let him know… yeah, you too.. bye,’ you put the phone down and place your hands on your hips.

‘what the fuck, steve?’

‘what did she want?’

‘she wanted to know where you were.. apparently you were supposed to call after work,’ you stare at him, stern faced.

‘ohh shit, i forgot.. i’ll call her when i get home.. not that deep,’ he sits back on the couch and you join him although now further apart than you were before.

‘steve,’ you tut, ‘she sounds pretty pissed..’

‘when does she not?’ he rolls his eyes, ‘probably wants to yell at me for some shit i did or didn’t do right.’

‘i think she was just worried.. you better call her later and do not ever make me lie for you again, okay?’

steve turns his head to look at you fully, trying but failing to stop the laugh from coming out of his mouth, ‘you sounded like my mom then.. with your hands on your hips all bossy.’

‘oh shut up,’ you shove his shoulder, but can’t help the smile forming on your face.

he shuffles closer and leans his head down on your lap, eyes still looking up at you, ‘i’ve really missed this.. i hadn’t even thought about nancy once until then..’

you gaze down at him, trying to resist the urge to confess your feelings for him, wanting nothing more than to lean down and kiss his perfect pink lips.

‘it’s been nice.. you’re always nicer when you don’t have a girlfriend..’ you murmur.

he pouts up at you, ‘that’s not true.. i’ve been wanting to ask, what’s going on with you and eddie, huh?’

‘what? nothing,’ you shake your head, suddenly terrified of the possibility that those two had seen each other and eddie had told steve about your little freudian slip.

‘i’m just asking, you looked pretty close at your party.. that’s all,’ he sits up, leaning on his elbows, now only inches away from your face.

‘it was just a game, that’s it,’ you assure him, if only you could tell him just how much you didn’t want eddie, and wanted him instead.

‘so you don’t want me to put in a good word for you?’

‘no! besides, why would i want a boyfriend when i already have to put up with you?’ you joke, trying to change the subject.

‘you don’t put up with me you love me and love spending time with me,’ he smiles.

if only he knew just how much you really did love him.

‘hmm.. i suppose so,’ you admit defeat, he hadn’t broken eye contact once and quite frankly his stare was becoming quite intimidating.

you look back up at tv, hoping that he couldn’t feel the pounding in your chest, ‘you’re missing the movie.’

‘it’s boring anyway, i’m trying to talk to you,’ he pokes your arm, attempting to pull your attention back to him.

‘well i want to watch the film,’ you say pointedly, one more stare away from confessing your feelings for him and ruining years of your friendship.

‘look at me..’ he murmurs, another poke to your cheek which causes your eyes to flick back to his.

‘steve..’ you were seconds away from the words tumbling out of your mouth, his chocolate eyes softening at the use of his name. if this was how he acted with other girls when he was in relationship, there’s no surprise that it never worked out.

‘i just.. want your opinion on something, and be brutally honest,’ he shuffles closer, his back now leaning on your outstretched legs, ‘what do you think i should do about nancy.. truthfully.’

you sigh, ‘you really want me to be honest?’

‘yes,’ he nods.

you swallow, ‘i think.. i think you should end it.. i don’t think you’re happy and i don’t think she is either.. you’re only gonna end up hating each other if you keep dragging this out,’ it was entirely everything you wanted to say but it was your partial truth, sparing him of the details of your love.

‘okay,’ he exhales, ‘i feel like i’ve dated every last girl in this godforsaken town and i just.. i dunno.. it’s stupid.’

your heart beats faster, except me, ringing in your head.

‘you haven’t dated everyone.. maybe the one isn’t in hawkins.. how would you know?’ you say, biting your bottom lip.

‘i think she is.. i just.. don’t know if she knows it yet..’

you furrow your brows, puzzled, ‘what?’

‘i’m talking about..’ he trails off and breathes out before moving closer, softly placing his lips on yours.

you freeze for a second, unsure of what to do next. you’d thought about this exact situation many, many times but still had no idea how to react.

he pulls back, ‘shit.. i’m sorry..’ he goes to move away from you but you place your hand on his chest, causing him to look back into your eyes.

his lips crash onto yours again, slightly harder this time as you return the kiss, trying to pull him closer.

he sits up properly, not once breaking the kiss and moves his hand to caress your cheek.

‘mmm- no- steve..’ you pull away but his lips chase yours, lingering over your mouth as he groans.

‘w-what?’

‘i can’t.. i can’t do this,’ your hand attempts to push him back but he doesn’t budge.

‘why? what’s wrong?’ his eyes now open and looking back at your eyes brimming with tears.

you shake your head, ‘don’t do this to me if you don’t mean it,’ the lump in your throat growing.

‘i’m- sorry.. have i got the wrong idea here..’ he stumbles over his words, eyes searching your face.

you frown, unable to stop the tears from sliding down your cheek, ‘steve..’ here goes nothing, ‘if you’re just using me because you’re mad at nancy.. then don’t, god knows i’m far too in love with you to handle that..’ the lump finally dislodges and a sob escapes your lips.

‘i’m not.. you’re.. you’re in love with me?’ his face drops slightly and your heart sinks, immediately regretting ever saying anything.

you should’ve pushed him off. should’ve sent him home telling him to apologise to nancy. should’ve never kissed him back.

you nod, scoffing at the absurdity of it all, how your best friend, the man you were painfully in love had just kissed you and now you were admitting to your feelings in the strangest of situations.

he stares up at you, mouth agape and you want to just shove him away, completely unprepared for the inevitable rejection about to tumble out of his mouth.

‘i.. uh- i wish you’d said something..’

you look back up at him, wiping away the stream of liquid coming from your eyes, ‘what do you mean?’

he chuckles slightly and you freeze, was he going to laugh in your face? was he going to tell you that you were fucking stupid for ever thinking this could ever work?

but he just smiles up at you, ‘god.. i thought i was so stupid.. you know, i thought there was no was no way you would feel the same way.. you don’t give much away,’ he says.

you blink back at him, still digesting his words, trying to fully comprehend what he had just said, that your feelings weren’t just one sided.

you swallow, unable to find the correct words to reply to him.

‘are you okay?’ he dips his head down to touch his forehead with yours, maintaining the deep eye contact.

‘i-i.. oh my god.. i thought you were going to hate me..’ you stumble over the words, moving your hand to clasp his cheek.

your heart beats a thousand miles per hour in your chest, honestly surprised it hadn’t ripped through your skin by itself.

‘i don’t think i could ever hate you,’ he says, his breathe tickling your cheek.

he doesn’t believe you when you tell him how long you’d felt this way about him, you were so so sure that you’d given yourself away a multitude of times but steve wasn’t exactly the brightest nor the most observant.

and he sits there remembering all the times he was going to tell you about his feelings but chickened out, ‘you were so.. adamant about nancy.. so i just thought you weren’t interested.’

it really couldn’t be any further from the truth, only wanting to push him towards nancy to stop yourself from being hurt.

but now you didn’t have to, he was undoubtedly yours. there was no need to hide away or pretend that you were pleased about whichever new girlfriend he was bringing around this time, your best friend was yours.

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the power of love, part 3 (steddie, stobin, steve whump fic)

Steve has a habit of surviving near death experiences then getting sick for no reason. And Eddie and those fatal bat bites? After an impossible feat of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation from Steve, he’s mysteriously fixed. So, Eddie’s back to being banished, this time with Steve and Robin in tow. Eddie’s healing, but Steve isn’t… and life gets even more confusing, when Eddie develops feelings for Steve, which aren’t entirely unrequited.

Part one Part two Part four Part five Part six Part seven Part eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve

Chapter Three

Eddie POV

“You wanna thank me for saving your life, Munson? Then stop trying to ditch me.”

Steve sinks a little deeper into the couch, and his eyes flutter closed.

“Steve?” Eddie flails, then, before he knows it, he reaches out, brushing Steve’s hair from his clammy brow. He cups his face and gently jostles him. “Steve! Shit, you with me?”

“Stop hassling me,” Steve mumbles. He’s turned a shade paler, if that was even possible.

“Oh my God, what happened?” Robin finally returns with the bandages. “Steve?”

“Jesus, will you both stop yelling?” Steve moans softly. “Just… gimme a minute, okay?”

“Okay. I’m gonna try bandaging him up,” says Robin to Eddie. “Go find a blanket. You didn’t notice he’s massively shivering?”

Telling her how Steve took a turn for the worse real quick feels like a weak excuse. “Yeah. Blanket. Right.”

“Oh, and clean clothes. For both of you. Something for me, too? And… Oh my God, I guess we need supplies for a road trip.”

Eddie grabs the cover from Steve’ bed, some clothes already laid out, and delivers them downstairs. Steve mutters his thanks and drags the pants on, while the others avert their gazes uncomfortably. He collapses back down onto the couch.

He’s stopped bitching. It must be bad.

Robin places a dressing over Steve’s wound, unfurls a long bandage. Eddie has to admit—he’s astonished by how collected she is. Granted, like earlier, she pulls a spectacular spectrum of grossed-out faces. Eddie sees how tender she’s trying to be, as she helps Steve to sit, starts winding the bandage around his midriff. And he gets it.

Dammit, how did some guy he loved to hate, turn out to be so easy to like?

Still jealous, Harrington.

Also, though the poor guy is struggling to remain conscious, Eddie still struggles not to ogle that body. Steve’s chest really is mega-hot. And how the heck can somebody’s wet hair retain so much shape and volume?

“You gonna go get those supplies,” asks Robin, “or stand there and gawp till Vecna swallows Hawkins whole?”

Eddie snaps his mouth shut, scurries off.

Rifling through Steve’s stuff feels totally audacious. While Steve’s bikini girl posters are not to his taste–cringe!–he’s not un-enjoying himself. He literally breathes in Steve on everything—his premium-brand clothes, the bedding, the whole room. And woah, what has his life come to when Eddie Munson is intimate enough with Steve Harrington to dig his scent?

He drags off his ruined Hellfire Club t-shirt over his head—not without a pang, because all the scrubbing in the world’s not gonna save that pretty baby. He catches a glimpse of himself in a mirror, and staggers back into the bed. Woah!

His hair is a car-wreck, his torso a mass of red wheals and scratches. Yet that truly is all his injuries are. They scarcely overshadow his ink. He sorts out his hair, for which Steve possesses some truly excellent tools of the trade, and then discovers Steve owns a thick leather belt with a chunky silver buckle that isn’t entirely un-metal. He looks weird and almost preppy in Steve’s clean, crisp clothes, but…

… you’re still gonna stick out like a long-haired loon’s sore thumb.

He locates a roomy woolly hat, bundles his hair up beneath it, and grabs the rest of the supplies.

Downstairs, Robin fiddles to tie the ends of Steve’s fresh bandages. Steve, meanwhile, lies partially beneath the blanket, his arm flung across his face. Eddie’s alarm spikes, though he tries to keep it light: “For a self-confessed hater of bodily fluids, you are smashing it outta the stadium today, Buckley.”

She glances up, a portrait of anguish. “He’s getting worse.”

“Stop worrying,” mumbles Steve, sliding his hand from his eyes. Then his head flops limply to one side.

“Steve!” Robin shakes him. “Eddie, he’s out for the count! What do we do? Henderson just radioed, and there’s like, army guys in town, going house to house. He’s heard your name and Steve’s in radio chatter, which means Steve is right. They know he’s been helping you, probably me too. It’s only a matter of time before…”

Eddie tunes out, in order to control his own ballooning panic. Then he puffs out his cheeks, steels his resolution. “You two should stay. He needs help, and he’s in no way as much trouble as I am.”

“Steve really, really doesn’t wanna be arrested. He thinks we should stick together unless there’s absolutely no choice, and… where he goes, I go.”

“Seriously?”

“I made a promise! Oh, and obviously, going on the run with two guys riddled with possibly rabid bat-bites has always been a dream of mine.”

While he searches for car-keys, Eddie considers making a solo run for it. Astonishingly, though, he simply can’t do it. “Eddie the Banished might be back,” he mutters to himself, “but he doesn’t flee from friends in need anymore.”

They haul Steve up between them, each hooking an arm over their shoulders. In the garage, they manage to wrangle him into the backseat of a Lincoln Continental that JR Ewing would be totally proud of. Like most of the Harringtons’ possessions, it makes Eddie wanna hurl. They shove the supplies in the trunk, fix a couple of bikes to the roof.

“You sure you can drive this thing?” Robin slides into the backseat, awkwardly manoeuvring Steve’s head and shoulders in her lap.

“No sweat.” Eddie beams at her, like he means it. “One issue—how does this colossus start when you don’t have to hotwire it?”

After a few minutes, and a helluva lot of grinding in the gearbox, Eddie pulls jerkily off up the driveway. After that, they barely go a block before hitting trouble. Flashing emergency vehicle lights blind them at every turn, army trucks roll by, and the quickest routes out of town have been ruined by the earthquake or roadblocked anyway. Eddie performs a clumsy U-turn and heads back the way they came.

“Shiiiiit, what we gonna do?”

“Eddie, he’s awake, but he’s gone really cold. Steve? Steve! He’s trying to tell me something.”

“Drop him off at the nearest hospital?”

“He made me promise,” hisses Robin, though she sounds more doubtful than ever. Then, to Steve, “Shhh, take it easy. Don’t try and… huh?”

Eddie drives randomly, avoids another roadblock, where the earthquake has swallowed a whole street. Robin says, “He wants us to go toward Lover’s Lake.”

“Whut? Oh, screw it. Why not? I’ve got a creeping suspicion this is gonna end in disaster, whatever we do.”

As they drive, several more emergency vehicles tear past. Each time, Eddie’s heart lurches to his mouth, and he further trashes the Lincoln’s gearbox. Somehow, though, they reach the wooded road that leads toward the lake. Robin is in full-on panic mode: “Eddie, he’s barely breathing.”

“Okay, okay, keep calm.” Eddie’s instructing himself every bit as much as her. “We’re nearly there. Nearly there, ’kay?”

When they pull up on the closet verge to the lake, he realises they’re screwed. Searchlights streak the forest. Clearly, manpower is pouring into Hawkins from all over the State, for disaster search and rescue… and to capture and destroy satanic ol’ me. Oh, and Steve Harrington, my unlikely henchman.

He twists to where Robin is desperately cuddling Steve to her.

“Robin, there’s no way we can get him to the lake without—”

“He seems better,” she says. “He’s breathing evenly again, like he’s sleeping rather than…”

…dying? A thick lump clogs Eddie’s throat.

“…than wheezing and gasping,” she finishes. “He’s getting warmer again, too.” A flashlight streaks the hood. “Oh shit, shit, shitbirds! They’re getting near! What do we do?”

Somebody is indeed getting waaaay too close, and Eddie is at last on a relatively clear road out of town. He makes an executive decision, presses the pedal to the metal, and drives hard into the night.

Part 4

(also on AO3 here and as part of my steve whump fic series)

tags: @estrellami-1 (thank you, thank you, thank you!) If anybody else would like to be tagged on this fic or any of my writing, please let me know :) Reblogs, comments and likes also very much appreciated :) Thank you for reading so far.

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estrellami-1 · 3 months

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Star baby when you have time could we please have more of the title screen fic? I’m so invested in what you’re going to do with eddie being the streamer Steve has been watching, will eddie say something on his streams that lets Steve know it’s eddie? Will steve keep coming back to the game store to play/ hang out with eddie? This is a cute one you could do a million parts and I would be on board for every one 💜

Darling! I’m SO sorry to keep you waiting!! Hopefully this meets your expectations. ❤️

Title Screen - Part 2

Steve doesn’t come back in just for Eddie, he swears.

It doesn’t hurt, of course, that Eddie lights up when the little bell above the door jingles. “Steve!” He grins. “Hey, what’re you here for?”

Steve flushes down to his toes, it feels like. “Feel free to tell me if I’m abusing some policy or whatever-”

Eddie waves him off and over to the console. “It’s still set up for you! Any plans for today?”

“I’d like to fish,” Steve admits. “Maybe trade with someone.”

Eddie hums. “Your first step in world domination?”

Steve snorts. “Exactly.”

They talk as Steve plays, and Eddie is even able to help him some.

Steve adamantly does not think about the thump in his chest every time he makes Eddie laugh.

He goes back home later and gets back on YouTube. His traitorous brain is deciding to take Eddie’s knowledge as a challenge, so he finds HFClub again and clicks on the next video he hasn’t seen.

“Oh, Dingus,” Robin sings, appearing in his doorway. She grins, a self-satisfied smirk of a thing, when she hears the audio. “Caesar salad sound good for dinner?”

Steve hums, pauses the video, lets his phone drop onto his chest. “D’you want me to help chop things?”

Robin smiles at him. “If you cut the chicken I’ll love you forever.”

Steve snorts, rolls his eyes. “You just don’t like touching raw chicken.”

“It’s slimy!” Robin defends herself. She flaps her hand at him as she turns to head to the kitchen. “Bring your phone, I wanna see what you’re watching, too.”

Steve snorts again, but does as she asks. The video plays, then the next one, and at one point the narrator laughs, and something about it sounds familiar. He wonders if he’s thinking of Robin’s laugh, but hers is rather nasally and giggly, and while the narrator’s is definitely a giggle, it’s got a little snort at the end that Robin doesn’t have.

He wonders if it sounds like one of his kids, but nothing’s ringing a bell, so he finally lets it go in favor of letting Robin’s rambling wash over him.

He restrains himself the next day—the next week, really—but eventually he does have to go back.

Eddie’s there again, grinning at him through the window. “Hey, Steve!” He bounces over and leans against a shelf. “And what brings you in today? More world domination?”

Steve laughs. “Maybe,” he allows. “I’m actually here for Dustin’s birthday present, and I’m hoping you can help, even if you don’t have it. He was talking about some kind of figurine, the last time we talked? Something based on one of your campaigns, I think.”

“Oh!” Eddie grins and scampers further into the shop. “The Hellrider Badge!” He digs through a bin and holds something up. “Not a figurine, it’s for his costume. And may I suggest…” he digs through another bin and unearths a pouch, opening it and pouring coins into his hand. “Barovian coins!”

Steve blinks and holds out his hand, looking at the badge and coins before smiling up at Eddie. “I’m gonna admit, I have no idea what any of this is for, but I’m willing to trust you.” He hands the items back to Eddie, who grins and takes them behind the counter.

“High praise, I’ll try my best to live up to it. You wanna pay now and go? Or I can hold these for later… maybe after a certain game?”

Steve chuckles. “How bored do you get here?”

Eddie shrugs. “It’s usually pretty empty. It definitely has its moments, though.”

Steve snorts. “I don’t doubt it.” He wanders over to the counter. “What’s your craziest story?”

Eddie hums in thought. “Probably the time that one guy threatened arson because we didn’t have what he wanted.”

Steve’s jaw drops. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope. I believe his exact words were I’ll burn this place to the ground. And he wasn’t kidding, either, we had to get the police involved. Thankfully this was back when my uncle still worked here, so it wasn’t just one of us here with Psycho, y’know?”

“Your uncle used to work here? That’s cool.”

“I- yeah? He- I- um.” He rubs a hand over the back of his neck, blush rising on his cheeks. “He owned it? And then I took over when he retired.”

Steve laughs. “So that’s why you’re always here!”

Eddie chuckles. “Was that question plaguing you? You could’ve asked.”

Steve just shrugs, smirking as he says, “it added to the mystery.”

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #eventual steddie #titlescreen #asks #my asks #writing #starambles

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nervousgardenerkid · 2 years

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I should be into this guy

a/n: maya has been on my mind ALL DAY and idk if it's cause i love her or if it's cause i want a gf😭 but yeah slay i hope y'all enjoy this and credit to the gif owner! <3

“Have you ever had a crush on a boy?”

Robin choked on the soda she was drinking and coughed violently.

“Jesus Christ Robin!” You exclaimed while rushing to her and patting her back.

It was spring break and your parents went on vacation, but you had work so you decided to stay home. The key word here is had. After arguing with your manager about not getting enough hours you quit days before your parents left, but they didn't need to know that. You decided to stay back in Hawkins while you just hung out with friends, well, Robin.

Robin was panting, trying to catch her breath. She looked over at you with rosy cheeks and wide eyes.

“What? Where- where did that even come from?”

You sat on your bed and shrugged your shoulders.

“I just never heard you talk about liking any guys.”

Robin focuses on the picture you have pinned up of you and her. Robin had to be the person who fell for her best friend, it was already hard being in the closet, but it was even worse because of her crush on you. Steve insists that she can tell you about it but she shuts him down claiming that you'd leave the second you found out she likes girls. All the sleepovers, the times you've changed in front of her, you'd lose your mind if you found out!

“I talk about guys…” she mumbled.

You shake your head. “You talk about Steve, but not any other guys. Unless…”

Robin gagged and you let out a laugh at her reaction.

“No way! Plus he's still hung up on Nancy.”

You smirk at her. “So if he wasn't you'd date him?”

“No! Steve is just a friend. F-r-i-e-n-d. You know what that is right?”

You rolled your eyes and threw a pillow at her.

“I know what a friend is! I have plenty.”

“No, you don't, I'm your only friend.”

You make your way over to her and wrap her in a tight hug.

“That's true, but I wouldn't trade you for the world. You wanna order pizza?”

Why? Why did you have to say things like that to Robin? Her cheeks are flushed and they hurt from how big her smile is. She nods her head, clearing her throat before she pulls away from you.

“Pizza sounds good.”

You smile and make your way toward the phone ordering pizza for you both. Robin watches you with starry eyes as you sit on your nightstand and bring your knee up to your chest while the other is dangling off the nightstand. You're wearing a baggy t-shirt with a pair of house shorts. Robin knows you wouldn't agree with her but you look so beautiful like this. Your hair is in its natural state and your face is bare. Her eyes fall to your legs and she'd kill to have them wrapped around her. Not even in a sexual way, she just wants to have you in her arms and drown in you.

“Robin!”

She snaps out of her daze and looks at you.

“Is pepperoni okay with you?”

She slowly nods her head and smiles at you. “Yeah, sounds good,” she says breathlessly.

You turn your attention back to the phone and hang up with a smile.

“Okay, it'll be here in like thirty minutes or something. You wanna watch a movie?”

Robin nods her head, not trusting her voice. You grab her hand and drag her into the living room, Robin feels a bit embarrassed because she knows her hands are clammy and you either don't mind or you're nice enough to not say anything about it.

“Any preferences?”

Robin shakes her head and sits on the couch leaning against the armrest.

“Ghostbusters it is!”

“No! We saw that two weeks ago!” she said with a pout.

You look over your shoulder and stick your tongue out at her. “And now we're watching it today!”

You pop the tape into the VHS player and sit next to her. You both sit in comfortable silence, Robin stealing a few glances at you before you break the silence.

“Do you ever feel…different?”

“What do you mean?”

You take a shaky breath and play with the hem of your shirt.

“I mean, like…your whole life you're taught things, and you've always been taught how some things are right and some things are wrong.”

Robin nods her head. She places her hands on the cushion of the couch, adjusting herself so she can sit up straight.

“I still don't get what you're saying. Are you talking about math? Cause if you are I promise you I'm a lost cause.”

You laugh and shake your head. You look away from your hands and stare straight at the TV, not paying attention to what scene was playing.

“No, I'm not talking about math.” you stop for a while trying to find the right words to say what you want to say without directly saying it.

“I went on a date a couple of days ago.”

“Oh.”

You nod your head.

Robin clears her throat not daring to take her eyes off the TV.

“Was it nice?”

“It was, but…I didn't know. He was a nice guy. My parents would've liked him.”

“But?”

“I didn't like him.”

Your pinky lays on top of Robin’s and she stops breathing for a second. Her brain short circuits and she doesn't know what to do. You've held her hand before, but this is different.

“I'm supposed to like him,” you whisper. “but I didn't want to be on a date with him, I wanted someone else.”

Robin nods her head. Her hand is shaky but she slowly wraps her pinky around yours, similar to the many pinky promises you've made with each other.

“I know what you mean.”

Your hands are moving like magnets that finally found each other, and before you know it her hand is in yours. Your fingers interlock and you let out a breath that you didn't even realize you were holding in, you look out of your peripheral vision and see Robin biting her bottom lip trying to fight back the smile that's making way to her face.

“Robin?”

For the first time tonight, she meets your eyes.

“Yeah?”

You’re both leaning in, you know what's being said. Both of you saying everything without saying anything at all. You're inches away from each other, robin’s hand is now resting on your cheek and if you leaned in just a little more your lips would be on hers.

You both jump away from each other when you hear three knocks on the door and a muffled I have your pizza. You grab a crumpled 20 from your pocket and make your way to the door with Robin close behind. You hand the delivery guy the money telling him to keep the change. You take the pizza, close the door, and place the pizza on the small table near the door. You turn around and let out a squeal when Robin’s lips are on yours.

Your arms are thrown around her neck while her hands are resting on your waist. You've been kissed before but not like this. Robin is kissing you like there's no tomorrow, every single emotion she's feeling is being put into this kiss. You both pull away with wide eyes and shallow breaths. Robin lets out a giggle that turns into full-on laughter and tears are forming in her eyes. Your laugh soon joins her and you wipe away the tears that are streaming down her face.

“Why are you crying, Buckley?” you ask her while pulling her in for a bone-crushing hug.

Her hold on you never loosens and she's never felt so much joy before. She shakes her head and pulls away, wiping away the stray tears that are on her cheeks.

“You didn't like your date?”

“Not one bit.”

Robin swears her cheeks are going to be sore in the morning from how much she's smiling. Her hands are now on your face and her thumbs are gently rubbing your cheeks.

“Who'd you want to be on a date with?”

This is wrong. Society has told everyone from the beginning that it's not supposed to be like this, but why does it feel so right? If this is wrong, why does Robin’s hand fit in yours so perfectly? Why have you always gotten so nervous when she gives you cute nicknames? If something is wrong why does it feel so right? So natural. Being with Robin was by far the best and easiest thing for you, no one has ever made you feel the way Robin makes you feel.

“You. I wanted it to be you.”

Robin knew that's what you meant earlier, but to hear you say it? It was enough to bring tears to her eyes again, she never thought she could get the girl. It's something she just always accepted with how close-minded everyone is, especially in a small town like Hawkins.

“You mean it?” she whispers.

You nod your head and start to pull her in for another kiss when a knock on the door interrupts you two again. Robin let out a groan and swung the door open.

“You forgot your cheese sticks!” the delivery guy said with a smile.

You push Robin out of the way, thanking the delivery guy and kicking the door shut. Robin looks at you confused as if you just weren't about to kiss her.

“I don't play when it comes to my cheese sticks, Buckley.”

Robin steals one from the box smiling at the whine you let out as she eats it. Robin doesn't care that you pushed her, hell you could kick her out of the way and she wouldn't care. She's sure that she'll come around to love all of your little habits.

#robin buckley #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley blurb #robin buckley imagine #stranger things blurb #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things fluff

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yikesharringrove · 3 years

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Show Pony

Chapter 3: Roses Are Falling

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Steve’s hand was sweaty in Billy’s as he pulled him through the crowds in the fairground, ducking and weaving between the people milling about.

Billy let himself be dragged, staring at Steve’s ass in his little denim shorts.

It had been one week since their date at the diner.

A week of Billy showing up to the rodeo, watching Steve compete in his event, and making out with him behind the arena.

It was fun, sneaking around together in the blazing summer heat.

He had even brought Max a few times, letting her wander around with some chick her own age she met. Apparently, her dad works at the rodeo or someshit. Billy wasn’t listening when she explained. Steve had been across the arena, taking off his flannel shirt and trading it for another one of his slutty little crop tops.

It was a gorgeous show.

But Max was somewhere eating her body weight in funnel cake while Steve took him into a tent labeled Employees Only.

There was an eclectic group of people sitting at the long tables in the tent, all greeting Steve as he pulled Billy through to a group of younger people sitting together at the end of one of the tables.

Steve pushed Billy onto one of the benches, perching right on his lap like that was totally fine. Like it was easy for Billy to just. Keep his dick in check.

The girl sitting across from them sighed heavily, raising one eyebrow at Steve.

“Shut up, Robin.”

“I didn’t say anything,” she was still giving Steve a very pointed look.

“You don’t have to.” Steve slumped back against Billy’s chest, no doubt petulant.

She shook her head, finally addressing Billy.

“I’m Robin.”

“She does barrel racing,” Steve leaned back, muttering the information into Billy’s ear. His breath was hot against Billy’s skin, and Billy had to fight down a shiver that crept up his spine despite the blazing heat.

Another girl was sitting next to Robin, a pretty brunette with doe eyes to rival Steve’s. She seemed vaguely familiar.

And then it clicked.

“Aren’t you in the pageants?”

She laughed softly.

“My name’s Heather. And yes, I’m reigning Miss Rodeo USA, so I’ve been with these guys and will be until the next girl is crowned. It’s been a good time.” She glanced over at Robin, bumping their shoulders together. Billy raised one eyebrow at Robin, catching her eye and making her flush slightly. He shot her a quick wink.

Steve shifted in his lap, putting one arm over Billy’s shoulders, winding his fingers through his little ponytail.

“So, Billy,” Robin tried to move the conversation along, rolling her shoulders back. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”

“All bad, I hope.”

“Nah, just, I feel like I know you quite well know. Like, really well. Like better than I ever wanted to know a guy-”

“Okay, yeah, Robin. We get it. Thanks.” Steve squirmed slightly in Billy’s lap, the back of his neck and the tips of his ears a bright red color. It was cute. Billy didn’t realize when Steve’s cheeks went all pink, that, other, places of him flushed too. He wondered how far down that rosy tint on Steve’s cheeks went. If it was all over his chest, if it leads down to his-

Nope. Not going there right now. Not when Steve is sitting on Billy’s lap, and they’re in fucking public. Absolutely not. No thanks. Billy’s fine.

Robin squinted at him, and he tried to keep his face as blank as possible.

Steve sighed heavily through his nose, shaking his head.

“I’m getting a pop. Anyone else?”

Robin waved him off, and he was gone with a roll of his eyes.

“So, you’re the poor San Diego bastard. My condolences.”

Billy squinted at her.

“Not sure what you mean.”

She took a deep breath, looking at Heather briefly.

“Look. You know this little fling is just that. A little fling. Steve, he kinda, does this. Finds someone in every place we’re stationed, and has a month-long something with them. He loves attention but he’s too scared of commitment to do anything else. And honestly, I’m saying this all for your sake, because I’ve seen people get attached. He’s gonna eat you alive, and then he’s gonna leave, and it’s easier for you if you know that going in.”

Robin’s words settled like a fucking pit in Billy’s stomach.

Because, yeah. He, like, kinda figured that. He knew their time was limited. Knew that Steve would slip through his fingers. And really, that was fine. Billy thinks he’d be the exact same way if the roles were reversed, that he would be constantly moving from one person to the next, never getting lonely, but never getting deep, either.

He understands the whole commitment-phobe thing. Kinda takes one to know one.

So he gets it.

Doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel like shit to have it put. So plainly.

“I’m sorry. That was probably too harsh but, you seem like a nice guy, and Steve doesn’t mean anything by it. He’s not trying to hurt people, he just, definitely uses the whole traveling rodeo thing to his advantage.”

“Nah, I get it. Really, I kinda figured it out. He said he likes to make friends wherever they are. So, it’s fine. And I think sometimes harsh can be alright.” He doesn’t wanna make Steve’s friend feel bad.

And really, he did know what they were doing and what this was about. It just sucks having it confirmed by someone else. And put. So plainly.

“I’m really not trying to be mean. I just kinda wanted to prepare you. If this is gonna be something that hurts, maybe it’s best to get out now.” Robin had very pretty blue eyes and freckles all over her face. She seemed warm, and the way she was staring at him was with so much concern.

“Thank you. I get it, honest. I’d probably act just the same if I were him.”

“If you were who?” Steve had returned, slapping a can of root beer on the table in front of them, taking a seat pressed as close as possible to Billy, lifting up his arm to slide underneath it.

“Quit being nosy.” Robin reached out to muss up Steve’s hair, poking him in the forehead. “What are you two doing today?”

Steve shrugged, taking the bait and moving on.

“Wander the grounds. Maybe hang out at my place.” Billy’s interest piqued. He had no idea Steve had a place. “Might sneak out and go for a drive or something. You got any preference?” Steve leaned over the table, resting his elbows on top, placing his face in his hands, turning to look at Billy.

“We could kick around here. I gotta drive Max home later so we should probably stick around.” Steve grinned at him.

“Well, c’mon then. You’ve got plenty to see around here.”

Billy felt like Steve has already dragged through the entire grounds, he doesn’t know how there’s more to see.

But it turned out there’s a lot more. Because Steve’s place, as it turns out, is one in a huge crowd of trailers.

It was kinda out of Billy’s wildest imagination. Like what he’d picture an old-school traveling circus to be like.

People were milling around everywhere, Steve saying hi to almost everyone they passed. Animals were being led to and from the large arena and the makeshift paddocks that were set up in the open grass.

It was like nowhere Billy’s ever been before.

Steve led him through the maze of trailers to a smaller version of an old school Airstream near the back of the lot, still hitched up to the back of a much larger, and very nice-looking, RV.

Stevie Harrington was painted in curling dark green letters on the rounded metal door, a little cow munching on some grass painted below it.

“That your art?”

Steve snorted.

“ God, no. Robin did it for me a few years ago. That’s why it looks good.”

The hinges on the door squealed when he pulled it open and led Billy inside.

It was hot in the airstream, and Steve turned on the solar power to get a small fan moving air through the place, propping open the door and the tiny window above the table.

“Home sweet traveling home.”

“Damn. This ain’t too bad of a setup.”

It really wasn’t. Sure, it was small, but it was perfect for one person. A tiny kitchenette faced the minuscule bathroom. The far sides of the trailer were taken up by a dining area, a table with booth-like seating, and a queen-sized bed taking up the opposite side, a small closet smushed between the bed and the kitchen.

It was immaculately clean, not totally what Billy had expected from Steve. The bed was made, an old-looking, worn-out stuffed horse placed neatly in front of the pillows.

There were pictures pinned up on little string light clothespins on the wall the bed was shoved against, and Steve even had a few posters over the booth seats.

“It’s kinda nice. I saved up for a while to buy it. It’s kind of a lot being trapped in an RV with your parents, let me tell you. I’m still hooked up to theirs, and when we move I ride with them, usually, but at least I’ve got some space to myself.” Steve looked down at his feet. “Plus, I kinda figured, this is about as close as I’ll ever come to living on my own.”

“I really do like it. You’ve made it real nice in here.”

Steve looked back up to him, smiling proudly.

“We don’t have to like, hang out in here. I just thought I’d welcome you in. To like, say, you know, if you’re ever around but don’t wanna hang out doing the same rodeo shit all the time, we could, like, spend some time in here.” Steve’s cheeks were going red.

And Billy was fairly certain he knew where this was going.

So he took the metaphorical bull by the horns, and wrapped his fingers in Steve’s literal belt loops, and pulled him close enough that their lips could touch.

And apparently, Billy was right. Because Steve kissed him back immediately, and fervently, sliding his arms over Billy’s shoulders and pressing into him enough to move Billy back a few steps until his knees hit the bed, and he fell to sit on it.

Steve wasted no time climbing on his lap, kneeling straddling Billy, pressed together as close as possible.

Steve broke the kiss, his chest heaving as he breathed heavily and Billy attached himself to Steve’s neck, leaving wet kisses in his path down the long column of his throat.

“God, fuck. Can we-”

“ Yeah. Yeah, Baby,” Billy was breathless as he replied, getting both hands under Steve’s ass and flipping their position in one fluid motion, getting Steve on his back, his legs wrapped around Billy’s waist.

“Get the door.”

Billy pressed a long sucking kiss to Steve’s neck before pulling away, slamming the door closed as Steve drew the blinds on the window above the bed and turned on the air conditioning unit in the ceiling.

“It’s gonna get super fucking hot in here if we fuck.”

“That’s a chance I’m willing to take.”

Steve laughed at Billy, rolling back to lay properly on the bed, taking his stuffed horse and tossing it on the table behind Billy.

“I don’t want her to have to see this.”

“Fine by me.” Billy was back on him in a second, pushing his hands up Steve’s shirt, yanking it off him as fast as possible.

Steve was so fucking gorgeous.

He had a light tan all over his body, with definite paler parts where his shirts usually sit.

And he was fit. His muscles weren’t as bulky as Billy’s, but he was obviously strong.

Billy leaned over him, tasting the salt on his skin as Steve began fumbling with the buttons of Billy’s shirt, pushing it off his shoulders so roughly one of the shoulder seams groaned, threatening to rip.

Billy took that as his cue to pull away from Steve again, shedding his shirt and kicking off his shoes, helping Steve out of his little short shorts.

He was wearing this excellent pair of boots, deep red with white embroidered stitching covering the boot.

Steve leaned forward, moving to pull off the boots.

“Wait, no. Leave ‘em on.”

Steve looked at him.

“You call me a hick all the fuckin’ time, and now you’re here saying you wanna fuck me in my boots.”

“It’s hot. You’re like the chick from Footloose .”

“Aren’t you gay?”

“Hot is hot, Steve.”

Steve huffed a laugh, putting his leg back down, letting Billy settle between both of them.

“So, are we gonna talk about the girl in an eighties movie, or are you going to fuck me through this mattress?”

“Alright, bossy. You got lube?”

Steve huffed, poking Billy’s chest until he moved off him.

Steve sat up, crawling to the end of the bed, digging through the laundry in the hamper for the bottle of lube.

Billy stared at him.

Mostly, he was just staring at his asshole. It was so perfect and pink, and looked buttery and soft.

And Jesus, he really just wanted to lick it, to get his face buried between Steve’s cheeks and go to town on the pretty pink furl of muscle.

And, well, what’s stopping him?

Absolutely nothing.

He got up, following Steve’s path until he was behind him, taking each cheek in one hand.

Steve froze where he was digging through the laundry, Billy’s breath puffing between his cheeks.

“What are you-”

And then Billy licked up his crack, his tongue dragging all the way up from his balls, flicking once against his hole.

“ Billy .” Steve spread his legs, pushing his hips back into Billy’s face, wordlessly asking for more.

So Billy gave it to him.

He opened his mouth, licking all around his rim, pressing his tongue just slightly inside, sucking on the soft pink flesh, making Steve’s breath hitch and whines pour out of his mouth.

“Fuck, you’re good at that.”

Billy responded by pulling back, and spitting on Steve’s hole.

Steve was taken by surprise, if his soft gasp was anything to go by. He dropped his head against the bed, biting onto the blanket.

Billy just kept going, using his lips and tongue and teeth, opening him up and getting him wet.

“Fuck, Billy, please just fuck me. I want you so bad .” Steve’s voice was pitchy and breathy, muffled in the blanket.

He was grinding his hips forward and back, pressing himself against Billy’s tongue.

Like he wanted nothing more than he wanted Billy’s tongue in his ass right then.

And Billy certainly wasn’t complaining, not at how fucking nice and soft his asshole was against his tongue, how he tasted kinda clean and kinda musky at the same time. It was heady and Billy would happily spend the rest of his stupid life with his face buried between Steve’s cheeks.

Something smacked against the top of Billy’s head, and he pulled away briefly to find a bottle of lube on the bed, the one that Steve had no doubt tossed over his shoulder and accidentally accosted Billy with.

“That fuckin’ hit me in the head, you piece a’ shit.”

“I don’t care,” Steve whined, pushing his hips back even further, spreading himself out more and more for Billy to hungrily take in. “Just finger me and fuck me !”

“Bossy.”

Steve huffed, shifting his head around until he could look back at Billy, his brows pinched in a little scowl, giving Billy a dirty look that was equal parts adorable pout and sexy scowl. He looked like the grumpiest little slut.

And Billy indulged him, squeezing out a big glob of lube, meticulously coating his first two fingers with it.

“I know what I like, and I get what I like.”

“Jesus, I thought all them girls were the rodeo queens. Not you .”

“I’m the queen of getting my fucking way. Now for the love of God, put your fingers in me.”

And Billy couldn’t do anything but indulge him.

He began with just one finger, sliding it slowly and deliberately down to the last knuckle.

Steve sighed as Billy’s finger entered him, relaxing his upper body into the bed, somehow canting his hips up even more, his back arched as much as Billy’s ever fuckin’ seen.

So Billy took a chance, pumping his finger in and out a few times, pulling it nearly all the way out, only to replace it with both fingers. He moved slowly, simply fucking Steve with his fingers for a moment, watching Steve as he crooked his fingers downward.

And Steve moaned, and it was like he became a puddle. All his muscles relaxing and unwinding as Billy curled his fingers, pressing deeply against his prostate, rubbing tiny circles into the small bundle of nerves.

“God, Bill. That feels so fucking good,” Steve said through a throaty moan. Billy was slowly moving his fingers in and out of Steve, pressing down into that wonderful spot each time he was buried all the way to the knuckle. “Add another. Please, I want you in me.”

Billy had to palm himself to relieve some of the pressure of his own dick, flushed red and oh so painful where it was hard against his stomach.

But he did as Steve told him to do, drawing out his two fingers to press in a third.

There was something of a shift in the sticky airstream. As those three thick fingers sank into Steve, it was as though both boys agreed to move faster. Steve began pushing his hips back and forth, fucking himself on Billy’s fingers, matching the steady pace Billy had set with his hand.

Billy was tugging his fingers in and out, pushing into Steve’s prostate with each movement, the lube creating a squelching noise as they picked up the pace.

And finally, Steve had enough.

He moved his hips forward, sitting back on his heels to look at Billy over his shoulder.

His face was flushed, his bangs sticking to his forehead with sweat, his pupils blown wide, making his already dark eyes seem nearly black. He tossed Billy a condom, and Billy caught it against his heaving chest.

Steve’s breath caught as Billy ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth, looking like some kinda fuckin’ animal, rolling it onto himself with a practiced hand.

“Billy, I fucking want you-”

Billy cut him off by pressing himself against Steve’s back, kissing him harshly as he felt him up, his hands roving, touching every bit of Steve he could possibly manage.

Steve had his own mission, reaching awkwardly behind him to take Billy’s stiff cock in hand, fumbling slightly as he lined up the flushed head of his dick with his slicked-up hole, teasing himself before urging Billy to push on in.

Their lips lost touch from one another the second Billy began moving his hips forward, their moans mingling in the space between them.

“God, fuck, Stevie.” Billy could hardly control himself. He so wanted to let loose, start fucking wildly into the tight heat of Steve’s body, take him as hard and fast as possible.

He let his hands drop down and settle on Steve’s hips. He could feel the firm muscles tensing under his hands, like Steve was barely keeping himself from rocking back to fuck himself harder and faster on Billy’s cock.

And that’s what pushed Billy over the edge.

He pushed Steve forward until he was back in position, face down, ass up. His hands gripped Steve’s hips hard enough to leave bruises, and Jesus, Billy hoped to fucking God Steve had dark marks in the shape of Billy’s fingers for days and days. And he let himself go for it.

Steve was making these breathy, punched-out noises, like with every harsh thrust of Billy’s hips, all the air in his lungs was being forced right out of him.

Billy was slamming them together, pulling Steve’s hips back as he surged his own forward, pulling out almost entirely each time. He was relentless, taking Steve like a goddamn animal right there on the once neat bed.

Neither of them was going to last long, they both knew it.

Billy had taken so much time opening Steve up with his lips and tongue and fingers, Steve wouldn’t even be shocked if he came completely untouched, falling apart with only the attentions Billy has granted to his hole.

Until Billy reached around him with his left hand, still gripping Steve’s body with his right.

He took hold of Steve’s leaking cock, brushing his thumb over the slit to collect some of the glistening precum, drawing his hand tightly down the shaft, moving at an agonizingly slow pace compared to the buck of his hips, keeping Steve on the edge of something, making everything way too much and definitely not enough.

And there was nothing Steve could do.

He felt fucking helpless as Billy pounded him. It was taking all his energy not to just melt into the mattress at this point and let Billy have his way with him.

But Billy was getting close, too close to keep this game up for much longer.

He sped up the movement of his hand, his fist beginning to pump faster and faster over Steve’s aching cock. He wanted him to finish first, wanted to watch as Steve writhed and moaned about.

It didn’t take long. Less than a minute of Billy jerking Steve as quick and rough as he was fucking him, and Steve was spilling out onto the blanket below him, nearly yelling out while his hips convulsed and his fingers twisted until he had a white knuckle grip on the blanket.

Billy could only just hang on, fuck and jerk Steve through it, only letting his grip on his cock go a little slack when Steve finally relaxed a bit below him.

Billy pulled out, snapping off the condom and taking his dick in hand, finishing himself off all over Steve’s lower back, watching his thick cum drip down the slope of his ass.

“ Fuck. You’re so hot,” Billy said, totally in awe. Steve was even hotter than normal wearing nothing but his bright red boots and Billy’s spunk.

Billy took a cloth from the tiny bathroom, getting it a little wet to wipe the cum off of Steve as he lay stretched like a cat on the small bed.

“Thank God I don’t have to ride tomorrow, I don’t think I’ll be able to sit, let alone get in a saddle.” He threw a wink over his shoulder at Billy, bending his knees to let his feet kick up behind him, crossing his ankles in the red boots.

“We should make the best of our good fortune, then. I’ve got a few more rounds in me.”

“Billy Hargrove, you fuckin’ devil .”

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Even in Hawkins- Nerves

Part 15 of Even in Hawkins

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: hospitals, call back/mentions of miscarraige, healing, Neil makes an appearance, complicated feelings are had ( they’re starting to figure their dynamics out)

Hi welcome to the literal 8th version of this chapter that I’ve written in the past...4 months? Finally finally happy with the final product.

Billy was in the hospital for 5 more days, Max and Steve helping him practice walking. Y/n would help, but Max felt she needed to do it and Steve was stronger than Y/n, so it was probably for the best. “You’re doing great, Billy.” She called, the group turning around. His face was pink. “Do you need to slow down?” Max asked, concerned. “M’ fine.” He walked back to the room, Max trading her spot with Y/n. “Oof! Forgot how heavy you are.” She teased, Billy nipping her ear. She giggled, nudging him back. They helped him back in bed, the nurse on duty coming in to check on his stitches. Steve squeezed Y/n’s shoulder, bumping his nose against her ear. “You okay?”

“Yeah..just..nervous.” She admitted. “Why?”

“Just about..stuff. Like stitches and stairs.” She sat next to Billy, looking at the clock. Visiting hours were almost over. “Can you stay tonight?” Billy asked quietly, looking at his lap. “Sure. Something wrong?”

He shrugged, a mild pout on his face. She leaned in, Max and Steve starting to chatter about something. “It’s okay to be nervous.” She promised in a whisper, pressing her cheek against his, feeling heat flood his cheeks at the contact. “You embarrassed, silly?”

He grumbled, Y/n smiling. “Hey, do you think you two could give us a moment alone?” Y/n asked Max and Steve, nudging Billy. Both looking reluctant. “I’m really hungry actually. Could you go get me a sandwich or something?” Billy asked, taking the hint. The pair walked out, Steve looking a little flushed. Billy reached over, grabbing her closest hand. Y/n rested her chin on his shoulder, poking his cheek with her nose. She felt the alpha let out a shuddering breath, laying back into the pillows. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re okay.” He whimpered, turning his head. “I can’t-all those people. How can I just go home and act like nothing happened?” He asked in a whisper. Y/n was quiet. How can you?

“I don’t know, B. I guess you’ll just have to try to live your best or something like that?” That made his mouth quirk in a little smile. “Or something.” His voice was small. Y/n found Billy was turning more and more inward, getting quieter and quieter. Very similar to how he was when he first woke up. This wouldn’t do, of course. The omega in Y/n was practically screaming for her to fix it.

“Bill?”

“Hm?”

“Love you.” She told him softly, the blond giving her a brilliant smile. “Love you too.” She leaned back into him, Billy pulling her back into a hug, her nose pressed back into his hair. Billy pressed his nose into her scent gland, letting out a long sigh.

“Can’t wait to scent you how I actually want to.” She murmured, feeling the tip of Billy’s nose rubbing along the curve of her neck and became extremely aware that the doctor was coming into the room. She pulled back gently. “No-” He whined, following her.

“As much as I’m enjoying it, we have an audience.” She cooed, kissing him and helping him lay down. She sat next to him in a chair, a nurse walking over to check his vitals. Billy grabbed for her hand, the heart monitor speeding up. Y/n rubbed the inside of his palm, not wanting Billy to strain against his IV.

“Hey William. How are you feeling today?” He shrugged. “Well, that’s better than a grunt I suppose.” The nurse took his temperature, Dr. Owens flipping through the file. “You walked earlier today?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. I figured we’d discuss some of what you’ll need to do during recovery so check out on Friday can go faster.”

“I get to go home?” Dr. Owens nodded. “I have a list I’ll hand off to you but for now I’ll read you the most important ones. No getting stitches wet for at least another three weeks. You have to quit smoking. We can’t risk it with your weak lungs. No lifting anything heavy for at least 8 weeks and no driving heavy machinery for another 2. I want you to come see me once a week for therapy and at least another session once a week for physical therapy after your 8 weeks is up.”

“Okay.” Billy’s voice was small. “This isn’t necessary, but I am going to recommend cutting your hair.

“Doc, you gotta leave me with something.”

“Unless you have someone do it for you, because you strike me as someone who takes care of it, I recommend cutting it so you don’t have to worry about lifting your arms above your shoulder. Easy way to rip stitches.” Billy was getting upset. “We’ll figure something out.” Y/n promised, trying to reassure him. “Sandra here will tell you how to take care of your stitches. I’ll see you in the morning. Call if you need anything.”

“Would it be alright for me to stay here overnight?” The nurse nodded, going to get a special form for her. Steve and Max finally came back, passing out sandwiches. “You need me to get you anything?” The other omega asked before leaning his weight on the bed, eyes darting back and forth between the couple in front of him. “I think I’m okay for now. I’ll just go home in the morning for new clothes and stuff probably. You need anything, B?”

“I’m good.” Steve handed Billy his sandwich, looking pleased with himself when the alpha took a bite. “Would it be alright if I hug you before I leave?” Steve asked, more so looking at Y/n then he was Billy. “Yeah. That would be nice.” The blond smiled. The older omega squeezed in tight, the slight scenting not going unnoticed by Y/n. “I feel like I need a hug as well.” She teased, scenting Steve as well, a little chirp escaping her at the wonderfully safe, warm and familiar scent of Steve. “Well now I’m a little jealous.” Billy teased, the omegas laughing. “Ready Max?”

“I don’t wanna goooo.” She whined, dragging herself over to the cot. “Love you Billy.” She mumbled, embracing him in a way that was less a hug and more max wilting into him. “Love you too, shitbird.” She stuck her tongue out, Steve having to drag her away.

Y/n turned the tv on, the pair inhaling turkey sandwiches from the cafeteria.

She felt Billy’s eyes on her, the omega leaning closer. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“Did you ever go to the hospital after, you know?”

“What?”

“The baby?” Billy whispered and suddenly the only noise in the room was the tv. “Oh.”

“...”

“Yeah, I did. That’s the only reason I knew it was...a miscarraige.” She told him softly, the alpha reaching for her hand. “I could have gone with you.” She shook her head. “It was just me and my mom. I was so scared, I wasn’t even thinking about trying to tell anyone else.”

“I’m sorry.” He squeezed her hand, Y/n wiping at her face. “I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“No I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie, Y/n.”

“I’m not. Promise,”

She slept curled in the recliner, waking up every time a nurse came to check on Billy. Everyone continued to visit him throughout the week, the alpha forgetting to mention his impending release coming up.

The morning of Billy’s last day in the hospital, Billy received a 5 page pamphlet of instructions as well as a non-disclosure agreement. Dr. Owens mentioned he should be getting a check in the mail in a few weeks and that he needed to come back Tuesday for his first physical therapy appointment. Then he was free to go.

“Well, first day free. What do you want to do?” She asked the blond as they got on the road. “I want a burger.”

“Okay, greasy burger coming up. It okay if we make a few more stops after?” He nodded, playing with one of the strings on his hoodie.

She pulled into the video store parking lot, Billy following behind her, tugging his sleeves down. She reached for his hand, the blond eagerly taking it. “Y/n?” Steve called from the counter, Robin flipping through a comic book. They came over. “Holy shit. Billy! Hey man!” He came around the counter and hugged the alpha, Billy hugging back tightly. Steve tried to be subtle about scenting him but failed pretty spectacularly, causing the other omega to laugh. Steve smiled sheepishly, blushing when Billy buried his face in Steve’s neck. “You’re not the only ones here, dinguses.” Robin chided, Steve yanking away. “I think I should get a hug too.” Y/n teased, Steve throwing his arms around her. “This okay?” He asked quietly, nosing at her scent gland. “Oh-uh. y-yeah. Yeah it’s okay.” She hugged back tightly. “So what brings you here?”

“Movies.”

“Oh, right.” Steve laughed, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. He hopped back over the counter, Robin rolling her eyes. Billy meandered, grabbing a couple movies. “Okay, that’s gonna be $4.79.” Steve chirped, smiling up at Billy. Y/n handed off a 5. “I don’t want any change.”

“Hold on.” He grabbed a couple candy bars. “$5 solid.”

“Thanks, Stevie.” Billy piped up, reaching for Y/n’s hand. “No problem.”

“Steven, you’re drooling.” Robin sighed, closing the comic. “I am not!”

Y/n smiled. “Wanna come over for movies tomorrow?”

“Oh, sure.”

“Cool. It’s a date.” Y/n winked, Steve turning pink. “Later, pretty boy.” Billy threw in a wink of his own, Robin cackling as they turned to leave. “Dingus, get off the floor.” Y/n and Billy giggled, the former pulling the blond alpha outside. After getting snacks, Y/n started toward his house to let Billy rest. They pulled into his driveway, Billy looking tense. “Want me to walk you to the door?” He shook his head. “It’s okay. I’ll call you after dinner if I can come over?” She nodded. “Love you, B.” She leaned over, nuzzling the alpha’s scent gland. He let out an involuntary purr. “Okay, get off of me. Won’t ever get home.” He teased, kissing her forehead. She waved as he walked up the pavement, driving off.

Max opened the door after he knocked on it, stunned. “B-billy?!”

“Hi Max.”

She threw her arms around him, crying. He put the box down and hugged her back, Max not letting him go for a good 5 minutes. Neil watched them, not saying anything yet. Susan pulled him into a tight hug, saying she had been so worried about him. Max followed him into his room, asking question after question. “Maxine! Let him breathe.” Neil called. “It’s okay.” Billy said to her. She nodded and scooted into her room, Billy laying down on his bed. Neil came in, Billy sitting up in a panic. “Come to the kitchen.” He did, cautious. His body still hurt so much, he wasn’t ready for what pain might be coming. Susan set a plate of food in front of him. Neil pat his shoulder (a little too hard, mind you), squeezing in a way that made Billy straighten his spine in response. “We were so worried, Billy.” Neil said, voice...quiet?

Susan nodded. “What did the doctors say?”

“Oh, I don’t remember everything but I have some instructions. I have to do some physical therapy and they had to do surgery on my lungs. Ma’am.”

“MAXINE!”

“WHAT?!”

“GET YOUR BROTHERS PAPERS FROM THE HOSPITAL.”

She brought them in, Billy slowly eating the soup in front of him. Billy saw his father’s eyes go wide. “Don’t worry. The guys who own the mall are paying for everything. They don’t want us to sue them.” He repeated the lie Dr. Owens had instructed him to tell. Neil patted him on the shoulder. “Well, I’m glad you’re okay. And if they don’t pay for all of it I’m gonna sue them for all their worth.” Billy nodded. And then he was left alone. Well, sorta. Susan wouldn’t stop staring at him as he walked from the kitchen to the bathroom to his bedroom. He flipped through the pages Dr. Owens had given, grimacing at the appointment list. He was just tired. And the thought of having to do all that was exhausting. “Billy?”

“Hm?”

“I-mom got you something.” He got up, grunting. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah.” She had a phone in her hands. “They said I can connect it for you in here, if you want?”

“Sure, Max.” He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Or not…”

“No, it’s okay. I’m just tired.” She nodded. “Can I put it here?” He nodded, laying back down. “Thanks, Max.”

“Call your girlfriend.” She poked his arm. He smiled. “You’re not gonna be using this to call you know who lets get that straight now.” She huffed but didn’t yell at him. He called Y/n after his door was shut.

“Hey baby.” He smiled, speaking to her softly. “Hi. Do you wanna come over?”

“Can I bring Max?”

“Sure. What time?”

“I don’t care. Now?”

“See you in twenty.”

They watched back to the future in Y/n’s room, Billy having an arm around each girl. Max only lasted about ten minutes before she complained his arm was heavy. Y/n played with his hair, kissing his cheek every once and awhile. She missed him like hell. And she fell asleep during the movie like 40 minutes in. “Baby, you’re missing it.” He cooed, her resting on his shoulder. She blinked awake, nudging his nose with hers. “I’m probably not gonna make it through the movie.” She said, putting her hand on his chest. Max had moved so she was resting on her elbows towards the end of the bed, kicking her feet. Y/n turned on her side, hiding her face in Billy’s neck, the alpha rubbing his cheek on top of her head.

“Isn’t Marty kinda hot, Y/n? Y/n?” Max turned her head to see her older brother and his girlfriend asleep. She groaned and got up. “Gross.” She actually thought they were really cute but she would never admit that out loud. She decided to venture downstairs, Y/n’s mom in the kitchen. “Hey sweetie. Who are you?”

“Max Mayfield. I’m Billy’s sister.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too. Do you have any ice cream?” Y/n’s mom let her take it upstairs, Max grimacing at the site of Billy drooling on his girlfriend.

Max bounced as she sat, waking Y/n up. “What’s happening?”

“Want some ice cream?”

“Sure.” The girls shared ice cream, finishing the movie.

“Billy, you need to wake up.”

“Five more minutes…” He pleaded, rolling into the pillows. “Ah, fuck.”

“Careful. Gotta take it easy.” She helped him sit up. “I gotta take you home.”

“Don’t wanna leave.” He whined, pushing his face into her chest. “Billy I’m tired.” Max whined, sugar crash hitting her hard. “You need to go get sleep before our date tomorrow.” Y/n whispered, Billy smiling. “Fine, fine. I’m getting up.” He grumbled, Y/n driving a sleepy Max and Billy home, stomach in knots at the prospect of their movie date tomorrow with Steve.

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Harringrove ABO Masterlist

someone asked for an abo masterlist, so here it is!

this list isn’t sorted in any particular order, other than by date posted, which is the default on ao3. (newest -> oldest) i also didnt include every single fic in the abo tag because this list was already going to be a large post. if there are any fics i missed that someone thinks should be included, feel free to send an ask or to just reply to this post! :^) ♥ -cade

updated: April 16th, 2020

Carnal by mrhiddles (1/1 | 4,001 | Explicit)

Steve goes into heat when Billy pulls up to school. Billy's the only one who can help him, or so Steve says.

The Case Where Billy Hargrove Turned Out To Be Not Your Average Alpha by Anonymous (1/1 | 3,249 | Teen+)

“I don’t spend heats with alphas.” Steve said, his gaze avoiding Billy’s.

Billy faltered at that, his brows furrowing in confusion. “I thought you’d spent your heats with people before?” Billy asked.

“Well yeah, but not with alphas.” Steve huffed.

“So— You’re a faggot?” Billy asked, his eyes widening.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Perfectly Unnatural by ImNeitherNor (1/1 | 3,255 | Explicit)

‘You’re not an alpha in this house, boy. You’re not strong. You’re not even responsible with your sister. You don’t respect Susan. I thought I taught you enough in California.’

Neil’s words clang around Billy’s skull and burn the inside of his bones as he sits on the hood of his Camaro. The metal below his ass is warm from the engine just having been turned off, but the lights still spill out across the cliff. This place, nestled at the top and shrouded by trees, catches the wind just right. The wind bites through his jean jacket, settling close to his skin. The cherry red glow of his cigarette gives a false sense of warmth and puts Billy’s teeth on edge.

‘You’re unnatural.’

warnings: references to childhood abuse

Puppy Pile by Strawberry_Sweetheart (1/1 | 2,432 | Not Rated)

Steve forgets about his heat and thinks he has enough time to make a grocery run before it really hits.

He seems to have miscalculated.

Luckily, Billy is there’s to get him home safe.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

One Last Time by Strawberry_Sweetheart (1/1 | 3,157 | Not Rated)

It came with a phone call late at night, just past the witching hour. It was deathly quiet and dark, a new moon withholding any moonlight to chase the shadows away, and in that silence the piercing ring of the telephone downstairs cut through their dreams. A sleepy noise and wiggle came from the lump under Billy, shifting until it escaped Billy’s arms and legs that held it hostage.

this is a requested fic for Alpha El + Billy and Steve being good parental figure types and helping her figure things out

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

So messed up, I want you here by Boudoir_Writer (1/1 | 3,942 | Explicit)

“I turned you bitch, Harrington.” His voice is gravel and petrol, his limbs and heart lead. “We’re never going to be done.”

warnings: dubcon

Smoke by Carerra_os (1/1 | 468 | General)

Billy is ditching class for a smoke break when Steve comes along. -

Originally this was written for You're Extra Special, Something Else. However that story went in a different direction.

Black silk and wild flowers by Catharrington (1/1 | 3,015 | Explicit)

Steve’s birthday was really just another day. The only thing that made it special was his fathers insistence on going to a party thrown for just him, a party filled with starving alphas with fat wallets all rutting against themselves to buy their own little omega. Steve hates what his father makes him do. Steve hates his birthday. Until Billy Hargrove crawls through his window to remind him it’s not all bad, silver lining in the clouds and shit, and brings him a present.

Drop (The Game) by MissGillette (3/3 | 42,080 | Explicit)

Billy has wanted a piece of Steve since spotting him on the school parking lot his first day. So when Steve flees the bathroom at Tina's Halloween party, distressed and about to drop, Billy does the only logical thing: follow the scent.

The Lucky One by wingedbears (1/1 | 6,881 | Mature)

In a world where on one arm is your soulmate's name, and the other's is your enemy's, omega Billy has to learn to let shit go.

Princess of the apocalypse by Boozombie (2/2 | 15,034 | Explicit)

Steve just wanted to keep his kids safe, and Billy knows how to use that.

warnings: rape/non-con

Princess that runs his world by Boozombie (3/3 | 11,747 | Not Rated)

Billy takes Steve to wash up and plans to get him alone for a date. Steve wants to bring his pack along.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings, rape/non-con elements

lately i feel like i've been losing (my mind) by ToAStranger (1/1 | 3,162 | Explicit)

Billy hasn't felt right since the summer straight out of a horror movie. His instincts are all off. And Steve Harrington keeps looking at him.

Pothos by moonflowers (1/1 | 6,714 | Explicit)

He felt like the rabbit and the fox all at once, the thrill of chasing and being chased, a circle, whole. He might’ve felt stupid about it, if it hadn’t been so intense. Robin always told him he fell for people too easy – and fine, she was right – but this was something else. Or maybe not yet, but oh man he was starting to think he wanted it to be. And it was probably idiotic of him to get his hopes up, but he couldn't help but think maybe Billy did too; watching Steve from behind a tired and quietly angry veneer, a little twist of hope just visible through the mask.

Dubious Hijinks by Corvin (1/1 | 3,998 | Teen+)

Steve needs a buffer between him and the alpha his dad picked for him. The best option he can think of is an uncooperative Billy Hargrove.

with them indiana boys (on them indiana nights) by ToAStranger (1/1 | 4,842 | Teen+)

The thing is, when Billy first saw Steve Harrington, he knew.

He grew up knowing. It was hard not to, with all of those hormones and instincts running through his fucking veins. He knew, one day, he’d run across someone that smelled so right, so fucking perfect that he’d want nothing more than to bury his face against their scent gland and breathe in until the smell becomes a taste becomes a sensation becomes--

Well. The thing is, he’s always known.

None Brighter Than Your Eyes by Doodsxd (1/1 | 9,991 | Explicit)

Sex Ed course came once again, and, for the first time, Billy listened.

He listened, because it started to match and make sense with what Max’s little troup told him over and over again.

Apparently, it was biology which dictated that omega jewelry wasn’t just a futility or decoration, or even a signal that the omega was taken. It wasn’t a trade, sex for jewelry, like Neil had taught him all his life. No: scientists had found back in the sixties that omega jewelry has a soothing effect, especially during heat, as a reminder of love and affection; something tangible and available at all times, even when no one is.

warnings: graphic depictions of violence

"is that what you want, princess?" by greeneyedsourwolf (1/1 | 4,008 | Explicit)

Steve asks Billy if he wants to spend their first heat together.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Pool Time Stress by AMemoryDelayed (1/1 | 2,610 | Explicit)

Steve's been visiting the pool pretty frequently. He can't help it when he'd been carted along that one time. He can't stand to watch Billy eye other women. It makes him regret it too, and yet. He's excited when Billy barely even moves his gaze over to him. He gives Steve the slightest of grins from where he's sat at. He doesn't make any other sign to warn him of what's to come beyond that. Steve knows though.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Thanks Phyllis by Corvin (1/1 | 11,764 | Explicit)

Steve wants to start a family and asks Billy for help. What was supposed to be a purely professional exchange turns a lot more intimate than he expected.

Everything falls back by Crowweb (1/1 | 1,302 | Teen+)

Billy isn't home like he's supposed to and Steve gets a bad feeling through their bond. The alpha turns up beaten up after a couple of hours.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings, blood

push him down (spread him out) by tol_sirion (1/1 | 3,529 | Explicit)

“It’s embarrassing.” Steve whines and covers his face instead.

Billy tuts. “None of that, now,” he says, and Steve slowly looks up, hands falling to each side of his head instead. “Just one more picture. One more, and I’ll give you what you want.”

And maybe it’s cruel, holding it over Steve like that. Like only if Steve is good and does what Billy says, he’ll finally get dicked down the exact way he wants, and not a minute before.

Woke Up Thirsty by trashcangimmick (1/1 | 3,256 | Explicit)

Billy shows up at the Byers house looking for Maxine. Instead, he finds Steve Harrington and a kind of surprising proposition.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Grace Me With Nothing But Patience by itscrybabyharrington (icanspelliero) (1/1 | 6,587 | Explicit)

It started off as an itch beneath the surface of his skin, no matter how hard Steve pressed his nails could never dig through, could never scratch the discontent that simmered just beneath.

Tommy says it’s nothing, signs of an early rut approaching, meds wearing off after taking them for so long. Only Steve knows Tommy is full of shit and this doesn’t feel like a rut.

warnings: underage, offensive language used, homophobia

Buzzcut Season by Senowolf (1/1 | 6,332 | Teen+)

Steve always waits for Billy to come back to him.

I Wanna Be Loved by harringrovecryptid (13/13 | 51,993 | Explicit)

"Brenner Relations" was one of the most lucrative businesses in the modern age. But only its clients and staff actually knew how it made its money. Billy Hargrove found himself being one of those people. But the deeper he got involved with the shady industry, the more secrets he began to uncover regarding the omegas that are considered company property.

warnings: graphic depictions of violence, rape/non-con elements

Assigned Alpha by Kiram (2/2 | 3,415 | Explicit)

Steve used to just be an unknown secondary gender till Billy Hargrove rolled into town. Steve’s stuck in a rock and a hard place and is inevitable forced to fold and give into his nature. Billy likes bugging Steve while simultaneously protecting him.

war song by themundaneweirdo (1/1 | 1,789 | General)

Steve misses his soldier.

Don't Take Your Time With Me by trashcangimmick (1/1 | 6,864 | Explicit)

Billy is usually a light sleeper. But when he’s drunk, it’s a completely different story.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings, rape fantasy, implied/referenced sexual assault, implied/referenced child abuse

I Can Do That by captainwingdings (1/1 | 1,971 | Explicit)

Billy wants to help out with Steve's heat, so he shows him a taste of what he can do.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Hot Blooded by captainwingdings (1/1 | 4,463 | Explicit)

The new guy from California catches Steve Harrington's attention for more than one reason. Not only was he hot as hell and didn't know how to button his shirts, but he was the strangest omega that Steve had ever seen.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Moaning Lisa Smile by trashcangimmick (1/1 | 3,735 | Explicit)

Billy maybe kind of hides the fact that he’s an Omega because he’s too queer, and too pretty, and would rather not deal with a bunch of idiot Alphas trying to screw the gay out of him. But Steve’s not an Alpha. Steve is also very pretty.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings, consent issues

Sweet Dream (Saccharine) by Highsmith (1/1 | 16,039 | Explicit)

Billy and Steve aren't friends, until they are, and they're not more than that, because the world doesn't work that way.

warnings: implied/referenced child abuse, recreational drug use

Pressing the accelerator down by Etnoe (1/1 | 6,229 | Explicit)

Heat season takes a toll of two alphas who can't find anyone to share a rut with. Aside, of course, from each other.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Keeping a bit of you by peirypatt (1/1 | 697 | General)

Over the years Steve's room has had several changes and seen many trends and phases, but there was only one thing that didn't belong to Steve inside his bedroom. A denim blue jacket.

It came naturally to us by peirypatt (1/1 | 650 | General)

Saying that Steve and Billy held hands in 1999 for the first time would be wrong and right at the same time. It's complicated, and at the same time, it's not.

Don't Belong To Anyone (Else) by sparkleeye (2/2 | 31,145 | Explicit)

And he does, just Billy’s fucking luck, because Harrington licks his lips and hoarsely goes, “I fucking knew it, fuck Hargrove, you’re in heat.”

He shudders as Harrington takes a step towards him. The tangy, warm scent of alpha has him struggling to stand upright, already slipping into the too far gone state and it’s fucking Harrington’s fault because he still won’t leave.

Better yet, he knows, he can smell the sweetness of omega, particularly herbal and saccharine like lavender and vanilla - Billy knows he smells like a girly little candle, okay - flooding the air between them. He could push Billy over and take him there, on the floor, push his face down onto the cracked, dusty concrete and fuck him stupid.

aka -- Billy is a stubborn idiot and goes to school during his heat.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Upside Down, You're Turning Me by ImNeitherNor (1/1 | 7,885 | Explicit)

“Let me get this straight. You want me to go into the middle of the fucking woods in below zero temperatures to find someone who is probably high as a kite and just having the time of his damned life?”

“We’re worried--” Max starts and Billy sneers.

“That sounds like a personal problem, Maxine. Steve is a big boy, an alpha, and can handle--” Billy tears his gaze away from Max as Dustin climbs on top of his hood and sits there. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Not moving,” Dustin shrugs and crosses his arms over his chest.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Doctor’s Visit by HalfNakedWriter (1/1 | 2,320 | Explicit)

Steve goes for his 38 week appointment.

'Cause We Feel Young and Wild by BeautyInChains (1/1 | 1,515 | Explicit)

Soon, is Steve’s best guess. Soon like the subtle itch beneath his skin that intensifies with each passing day. Soon like the voracity of his appetite as his body begins to prepare itself for the upcoming marathon. Soon like the aggression that continues to build and threaten to spill whenever another Alpha so much as glances Billy’s way. Soon like the way he’s been tenting his sheets, his slacks, his gym shorts at so much as a gentle breeze.

So when Billy texts him that morning, an eggplant emoji followed by the fire, peach, and splashing water emojis with not one but three question marks, Steve replies with Soon.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Lost My Mind by trimorning (1/1 | 1,564 | Teen+)

"I don't want to be dramatic."

He doesn’t know what Steve is going to say, which isn’t normal because he’s a predictable kind of mess, so it makes him feel vulnerable.

But its fine, its just Steve so it will undoubtedly be fine. Billy looks back at the other boy, “I can tell you right now, that you are physically incapable of not being dramatic, so continue.”

---- An a/b/o Harringrove one-shot that has little to do with a/b/o and more with Steve's flirty and messy ass. enjoy

Lavender by PoisonousFlower3 (1/1 | 756 | Mature)

"Billy hated being an alpha. He hated how it made his sense of smell stronger and smell the despair that always seemed to linger in this town. He hated how he was always so angry, though he knew that part of it was the abuse from his dad and his temper.

What he didn’t hate was how it let him get a good whiff of Steve whenever he was around."

In which case home starts to include Steve Harrington for Billy.

Red by PoisonousFlower3 (1/1 | 602 | Mature)

"Yeah, maybe things hadn’t started off the best for them but Billy was definitely in love." Another little drabble for two idiots in love

now I got you drunk, hot, and vulnerable (how do you like me now? do i turn you on?) by brawls (brawlite), ToAStranger (1/1 | 6,807 | Explicit)

The first thing Billy notices is the scent.

Heady, sweet, electric. It makes his mouth water, the second he walks in. Makes every bone in his body sing.

Heatstroke by HobbitSpaceCase (1/1 | 8,022 | Explicit)

Billy is out of suppressants and going into Heat. Steve finds him. It's too bad Billy can't have this every time.

warnings: dubcon, sad ending

Steve Forgets by femmesteve (1/1 | 1,242 | Explicit)

Steve forgets his heat and Billy is there to be a jerk and fuck him how he needs.

you scratch my back, i'll bite yours by hoppnhorn (1/1 | 2,363 | Explicit)

Billy rushes Steve's fraternity and gets in, which sucks, only when it doesn't. Drunk Steve has a hard time staying away from what isn't good for him.

bite me, but not too hard by hoppnhorn (1/1 | 3,854 | Explicit)

Steve debates whether or not he should spend his heat tranquilized.

your teeth go deep (it seems) by hoppnhorn (1/1 | 3,554 | Explicit)

Nothing about his life, or his love life, has been simple thus far. The trend continues.

eat me (let it run down your chin) by hoppnhorn (1/1 | 2,837 | Explicit)

Billy ends things with Steve. Sorta.

Nine to five. by Fanflick (9/9 | 34,301 | Explicit)

Steve knew that everything would ultimately come to this, working for his father at a boring office job. It wasn't easy being an omega in hiding, especially now since Steve's boss is the arrogant alpha Billy Hargrove. Now Steve has to work alongside his high school rival while also trying to save enough money to get away from his father. How hard can that be?

warnings: boss/employee relationship

Drunken Things by Rhiw (3/3 | 10,566 | Explicit)

Nancy and Steve break up before Tina's party. Steve finds himself on the rebound, damned and determined to have some fun. Billy just wants to get laid.

Aka: The ABO of Stranger Things no one asked for. Written while drunk, with drunk characters, and lots of angst and smut and shit. Enjoy.

warnings: underage

what a wicked game you played (to make me feel this way) by brawls (brawlite), ToAStranger (14/14 | 119,016 | Explicit)

Billy knew Steve Harrington would ruin him. Steve knew Billy Hargrove was nothing but trouble.

They never expected it to end up like this.

warnings: misogynistic language, ableist language, mentioned dubcon

turn me loose by hoppnhorn (1/1 | 3,321 | Explicit)

Billy is a dominant, powerful alpha with a slew of omegas dying to win his affection. He loves it, lives for it, except when he’s in rut. Steve is an omega and fights it every damn day. But when his body goes into heat, needs to breed, he can’t do anything to stop it. Billy is in rut and Steve is in heat when a freak heatwave knocks out the air conditioning in their shared apartment complex. Open windows and rampant hormones? What could go wrong?

Punch by hati_skoll (1/1 | 2,330 | Teen+)

Steve is dragged off by another alpha, Billy handles it.

A Start by ImNeitherNor (1/1 | 5,574 | Explicit)

The quarry was always Steve’s go to when he needed a place to breathe, an area where the smells weren’t in his face and he could think straight. It was strange how one person’s heat could trigger another. Steve, a slightly cowed alpha after Hargrove rolled in, was done with the overpowering scents and the looks that were being thrown around.

He wasn’t interested in any of it. None.

So, when he pulled up onto the edge of the quarry and stepped out, he almost groaned at the smell that hit him. An omega. An omega in heat. Fuck. This is exactly what he had hoped to get away from. He was ready to slide back in and yank his car in reverse when he looked up and saw, exactly, what car was sitting to the side, shaded by an overcast of trees. If he hadn’t actually looked, it would have slipped away. He blamed his sharper senses, his need to search out the omega.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Slick by hati_skoll (1/1 | 2,028 | Teen+)

Steve gets wet for Billy.

(Less porn inside than implied.)

Hold Me Tight Or Don't by BTSBlossom (1/1 | 4,808 | General)

Billy has some news for Steve, he just doesn't know how to tell him. At least he knows he's got Ms. Byers on his side. She'll be there for Billy if Steve isn't.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings, abortion discussion

Wrap Me Up (In Your Love) by LadyMoonveil (1/1 | 1,254 | Teen+)

In which Steve keeps stealing Billy's clothes, and Billy is terrified of the implications when he comes to the realization that Steve is nesting.

After everything that Steve has done for him, all Billy wants to do is be good to his mate. (Even if it means adding things to his wardrobe that sadly isn't denim or leather).

Make me feel special by pizzz_10 (1/1 | 1,577 | Explicit)

A short sweet omega fic where Billy is an omega and Steve is his alpha who loves to spoil him

bück dich by Rebldomakr (1/1 | 966 | Mature)

Billy Hargrove arrives in Hawkins, with Steve Harrington's name written on his neck.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings, mild blood/slight gore

sandman by Rebldomakr (1/1 | 2,226 | Explicit)

Steve’s not a fighter. He sucks at it, actually. He’s a little soft, but he isn’t totally weak or awfully tiny. He’s a good Alpha in many of the ways that count! Just because he isn’t running around sleeping with anyone willing, picking fights, and beating people to death doesn’t mean he’s a bad Alpha. And though Billy might do all that, but he isn't a bad Omega.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Silk by Rebldomakr (1/1 | 3,393 | Mature)

In Indiana, Omega suppressants are banned. Billy runs out after a while.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

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Lost Boys of Starwood ch. 2

Fandom: Stranger Things Paring: Harringrove Chapter 2/10 Rating: T Co-written by myself and the amazing @catharrington Read it down below, or on ao3! ❤️❤️❤️ You can also find chapter 1 here, if you haven’t read it yet :)

Summary: West Hollywood California was a lighthouse on the beach for Steve Harrington moving down from nowhere Indiana. But for billy Hargrove it was a cage with golden bars kept locked by his father good and tight. They both found safety inside the darkness and splendor of Starwood, but will they be able to see the only way they can be truly found is through each other?

Since that first night, Billy had become a regular at Starwood. Steve would never admit that he looks forward to the nights where he spotted the curly blond hair amongst the crowd of sweaty bodies, but he couldn’t deny that his heart beat a little faster, and he couldn’t stop the tiny smile that appeared on his face. Not many people would notice the slight changes, but Robin, Starwood’s other bartender, immediately put it together, and started teasing Steve mercilessly.

Billy would start each night greeting Steve and flirting openly like “You on the menu tonight, Bambi?” Or “What’s ladies night special, cocktail?” Or “Let me kiss you, pretty boy?”

That was the fourth day he had come in, the fourth time Robin and Steve even knew of Billy's existence, and the first time Robin saw Steve’s eyes go that wide. He really did resemble Bambi, she admired.

That night Billy was leaning over on the bar, light denim jacket open to a clean white shirt, and bent over just so that his ass was in full display. Thankfully, Steve thought, he couldn’t see that ass from where he was standing behind the counter rubbing down a glass and trying not to blush.

“Come on, babe, I see the way you look when I’m out there having some fun,” Billy’s eyes were blue and narrowed as he licked that wicked tongue across his lips. “All pretty and jealous at that bachelorette party last night. They got really handsy when they got wasted.” And as if to jog Steve’s memory Billy let his jacket down one shoulder, revealing his cut off sleeve and the swell of his golden bicep.

Steve swallowed. He definitely remembered the bachelorette party. He had been swamped and stuck at the bar, but even the throng of people couldn’t mask the golden curls or deliciously tan skin Steve had caught glimpses of. Billy had removed his trademark jacket, leaving him in a tight a-line tank top. His skin shined with sweat, toned muscles on display for well manicured womanly hands to get their feel. It had been utterly unfair, and Steve had messed up at least one drink that night.

“Want me to act like a handsy middle aged woman?” Steve set the glass back into the tray across the bar before he flicked his eyes to Billy. He let his tongue dart out as he considered how fun that sounded. Getting his hands around those golden muscles, squeezing, the itch made Steve trail his fingers down the bar closer towards Billy’s own.

Billy kept rock solid, his grin dangerously wide. “Nah, not your style, Bambi. I think you seem the type to scratch in the sack.”

And god, that sent shivers up Steve’s spine. He stopped his fingers an inch from Billy’s forearm as it leaned against the wood of his bar. His bar, Steve tried to remind himself, as he pulled his hand back. Tried not to think about the way his nails scratched the old wood as they went.

“Want me to make you the best Sex on a Beach you’ve ever had?” He asked.

Billy was disappointed, but not enough to let up. “I don’t know, I’ve had a lot of sex on the beach. You really want to compete?”

Steve’s smile was bright and his voice was loud to match the music playing. “It’s not even a competition, stud.” Then he turned to mix up the drink and kept the second long flash of Billy delight at his comment filed away for later.

There was a little wolf whistle from next to Billy, an older man who winked knowingly, but most of the patrons were regulars who knew the cat and mouse game.

Billy tried to keep his smile and his heart under control as he watched Steve’s practiced ease of drink mixing. Just as he finished and turned around to slip the fruity monstrosity onto a napkin for Billy, there was a slight change in atmosphere at the bar. Another man slid up beside Billy, his shoulders hunched and pale face turned downwards. Billy felt his body prepare for a fight as a defensive measure to the strangeness, but there was something morose about him and not so much threatening, so Billy kept himself in check.

“Hey,” Steve greeted the man, leaning closer with two hands on the bar counter, looking attentive, “Barry, right? Haven’t seen you in a second. Wanna order?”

The man, Barry was his name Billy supposed, smiled something that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “No, I’m not here to drink. I just want to talk.” Billy had his lips around his straw and was listening intently. “It’s about me… uh, I’m having some,” Barry tried to continue but the words were slow. He sounded like he was pushing them out. “Some tests done. Just wanted to let you know in case anyone was… scared.”

Steve seemed to instantly get what Barry was trying to say. He reached out a hand and cupped his fingers over Barry’s pale wrist. “Thank you for letting us know.” He squeezed. Barry just looked down at that hand like it was the only thing holding him to the earth.

Robin was hovering around Steve’s shoulder, her eyes wide and concerned, but her jaw set hard. She was mulling over what to say to Barry when she was interrupted by a short intake of breath.

“That takes some guts man, you must be really brave.” Billy’s voice for once wasn’t laced in humor. It was serious as he ducked his head into Barry’s space to talk above the music. “Remember to stay strong, listen to those damn doctors, and know you’ve got people here thinking about you. This shit isn’t easy.” Then his hand curled in a comforting way around Barry’s thin shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze, before dropping back down to his drink.

Steve couldn’t stop the way his heart swelled in his chest this time.

“Thanks a lot,” Barry choked out, “really you guys this means a lot. I’m… well, I’ve got someone waiting for me at home. I just wanted to let you know. Thanks again.” Then he turned and left as quietly as he came in.

Robin was dumbstruck looking over Steve’s shoulder. Billy just continued sipping his drink and eyefucking her friend. She looked to Steve to see what his reaction to the whole scene had been, but he was just about as dumbstruck as she had been. He just… stared at Billy.

She sighed and decided to cut him some slack this time. She looked around and then patted Steve on the shoulder.

“Hey Stevie,” she hollered over the music, “There's a group over there that would probably love a cocktail from The Strip’s Best Bartender. Go on.” She pushed him down the bar to the other end, where a group of skater chics were lounging on the bar. He stumbled, but managed to right himself and take the girls’ orders and quickly began whipping up some intense looking drinks.

Once he was settled, Robin turned back to where Billy sat. The eyefucking was gone, replaced again by a more somber expression. “What’s up Blondie? You gonna tell me to beat it?” He muttered around his straw.

“What the fuck? No, dingus. I was gonna say I really appreciated what you said back there. Barry’s always been a big part of the bar, but since he’s gotten sick, it’s been really hard on the guy. You’re pretty chill, Bill.”

His expression melted into his standard joking face, and just like that, Robin and Billy became partners in crime, mercilessly teasing Steve everytime Billy came to visit or gossiping about people together.

It was one of those times that the truth came out. Billy and Robin had been gabbing about girls, when Billy let slip, “yeah, the high school girls are all cows, I swear.”

Robin's eyes widened and her mouth formed a little o shape. “High school girls?” She repeated the words back to him with fluttering eyelashes.

The smile melted off Billy’s face just a little. He hadn’t meant to let that slip, but he wasn’t about to try and hide anything from such a welcoming group of people.

“Uh, yeah Blondie. High school girls. That’s what I said.”

“As in, girls you are in high school with?”

“Unfortunately.”

Robin blinked owlishly a few more times, then shrugged. “Okay, well. I’m not your mom, so I can’t really tell you what to do. I am going to say that you have to tell him .” She said, pointing over at Bambi. Billy swallowed heavily, his mouth suddenly feeling too dry.

“Now?” He didn’t want to hide his age, but damn if he wasn’t scared of Bambi’s reaction.

“Yeah dingus. Now.”

Grabbing his drink in his fist, Billy gulped the rest of it down hard. This would be a great time for some liquid courage to kick in. He chanced a look down the bar to see Steve’s eyes flick downwards and a blush coloring his pretty cheeks. The alcohol was warm on it’s way down, and Billy used his empty glass as an excuse as he stood up and swaggered his way towards Bambi.

He set down his glass loud against the old wood bar, and smiled at him, hoping it came across as charming rather than scared shitless, which he was currently feeling.

“You like my drinks that much Billy?” Steve chuckled.

“Hell yeah, Pretty Boy. You know you’re the best bartender on the strip.”

Steve just rolled his eyes, he hears that a lot goes without saying, but there is still a slight turn up of his pretty lips. This time Steve puts aside Billy’s empty glass and trades it for a long beer pint. “Let’s take it a little easier, you’ve already had a couple. Don’t want you doing anything stupid tonight.” Steve’s fingers linger across the now cold glass as he places the beer on the wood.

The bartender's eyebrow quirked as he thought of something, then turned to a small cutting board just a reach away. With a soft cut and a softer push on the rim of the glass, Steve presented a little orange slice for Billy’s edge. His eyes were sparkling with so much pride and humor, it made the lights from the stage look cheap.

Billy really couldn’t get enough of looking into those eyes.

“I’m 17,” he blurted out. If he wasn’t going to say it now then it would never come out, Billy knew that. He wasn’t good with words, or knowing what the right thing to do was. But he was good with flirting, so he curled his mouth into a particularly wolfish grin.

Steve’s eyes were cartoon wide. “Come again?” His lips pursed.

“Don’t wanna keep anything from you, Bambi, now that we are getting all nuzzled up.” Billy dips his head to take a small drink of his beer. Never takes his eyes off Steve’s shocked face.

“Woah, okay, woah!” The cloth he was using to wipe down glasses snapped as Steve whipped it across his shoulder. He pointed an angry look at Billy, who was still sheepishly trying to hide behind the rim of his beer.

“17?”

“Yeah, babe.”

“You can’t be here!” That made Billy’s heart drop. After coming and worshiping at this bar so religiously, basically kneeling at Bambi’s pretty feet, that’s the sentence he gets.

Trying to push down the stabbing betrayal in his gut, Billy opens his mouth to reply, but he finds he can’t, as a hard hand clasped over his shoulder.

Looking up he sees the bouncer from the first day he stumbled into Starwood, a burly tattooed man named Tony, who Billy had grown to know just like Robin. The anger on his brow was all part of the job. In reality, Tony was a big soft man who would rather hug someone than punch them, and Billy had found himself at the receiving end of more than one of those hugs. It earned him the play from his nickname: Tony the Tiger, to something more Billy-flavored: Tony the Kitten, just a big ball of tattooed fluff.

“What’s going on here you two? Lover’s spat?” Tony teased. Billy and Steve both turned bright red at the insinuation, but while Billy remained silent and glared at his beer, Steve began to sputter cute noises until finally reaching, “He’s fucking 17, Tony! How was he let in here in the first place?”

Tony narrowed his eyes and stared at Steve, eyebrows furrowed in deep thought.

“Why do you care so much, Harrington? It’s not a big deal.” He asked, voice slow and deep.

“Yes! It is Tony! He shouldn’t be in a place like this.” Steve waved his hand around guestiring towards the stage and light covered bodies hot from dancing. “He should be doing homework… or studying like a good student!”

That caught Billy’s attention finally. “Excuse me, Bambi? I am a straight ‘A’ student for your information.”

Steve’s face was pulled tight, like he was sucking on sour candy. His look wasn't attractive, but it was cute, in a spoiled cat sort of way. “It doesn’t matter, Billy. You’re still too young to be in a bar like this!”

Robin sauntered over as Steve’s voice rose in octave. “Dingus!” She clapped Steve over the back of his head, sending fluffy brown hair bouncing into the air. “What’s the big deal? So he’s 17. Being here isn’t affecting his grades or anything. Let the kid stay.”

Tony nodded along, crossing his inked arms across his broad chest. “I agree. If you really want to kick the kid out, you’re gonna have to do it yourself. I ain’t doing it.”

Steve looked between Robin and Tony a couple times, cheeks a heavy dusting of rose red as he flustered about, before finally settling on Billy. He grabbed the towel off his shoulder and pointed with it balled tight in his hand.

“Fine. Stay. I’m not serving you alcohol anymore though.”

“But Cocktail! Who else will make such great Blowjobs?” Billy grinned, finally gaining some of his confidence back since Steve wasn’t fighting on him staying anymore.

Steve blushed an even brighter red, and shook his head. He stormed away from Billy and the rest of the bar staff to the other side of the bar, then started wiping down the counter furiously.

“Don’t worry Billy-Boy. I’ll still serve you, no matter what tight ass says.” Robin said with a wink.

Billy wasn’t worried, per say. He was relieved he wasn’t thrown out on his ass, of course, but he wished he hadn’t said his age at all. If lying meant that his Bambi wouldn’t turn and run away from him, maybe Billy should have kept lying.

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summary: in an overwhelming moment of pent up insecurities, worry starts to creep up on you as you wonder if maybe you aren’t enough for steve anymore

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

requested: yes

warnings: insecurities, reader doubting herself a little

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"just tired."

"i just wanna go home and sleep."

"well then how about i stay over at your place?"

"what's wrong?"

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ok this is my first time requesting so sorry if it makes 0 sense but Steve taking reader home after she’s had a few too many drinks at a party and she’s getting all handsy and keeps trying to ask him out even though they’re already together and all he can do is laugh

this made perfect sense and i love the idea!

"c'mon pretty girl, gimme your hand." steve held his car door open with one hand against the top of the window, his other hand outstretched for you to take, palm up, fingers wiggling slightly. from your place in his passenger seat you gazed up at him, doe eyes full of clear adoration and just a little bit of awe, glinting in the faint light from the street lamps.

"you think i'm pretty?" he could only smile at that, humming and nodding his head, taking hold of your hand and pulling you carefully from your seat. you wobbled a little, settled into his side when he wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed the side of your head. he awkwardly pushed the car door shut, huffed out a soft laugh because you'd shifted and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressed yourself flush to his chest.

"prettiest girl i've ever seen." he gripped your waist, watched a smile appear on your face, big and bright, eyes crinkling at the corners. your fingers got lost in his hair, just a little clumsy and he winced when your rings tugged on the strands, smoothed his hands down over your sides.

"i think you're really pretty, too." steve grinned, wrapped one arm securely around your waist, the other trying to find his door key on the little silver ring, all while guiding you to the front door.

"yeah?"

"yeah, real pretty. i bet all the girls love you." he could only snort, a breathless sound, his fingers fumbling with the lock as yours traced over his chest. you skimmed your nails over the material of his shirt, focused a few seconds on the hem before pushing beneath, running over the band of his jeans. "are you taking me home?"

"we're already home, baby." he pushed the door open, caught the way your lips had tilted into a smirk, fingers dipping a little dangerously beneath his jeans and he had to tug your hand away. he sent you a warning look, ignoring the pout that had settled on your face. "hands to yourself tonight."

he pressed his own hand to the small of your back, pushed you into his hallway as he kicked the door shut, locked it again before setting the key in the bowl on the little table. you watched him, hands swinging at your sides, smile sleepy and fogged with alcohol, gaze tracking the length of his body as you reached to hook your fingers in his belt loops. you tugged him closer, his hands finding your upper arms as he led you down towards his kitchen, knowing he had to get you some water and pain killers.

“do you wanna go out with me?”

“go out with you?” you nodded, watched him through your lashes, tilting your head with a look of faux innocence because your fingers were trying to work the button of his jeans open.

“yeah, you’re just so pretty, don’t want anyone else to have you,” you pressed a kiss to his jaw, lipstick staining his skin. “want you to be my boyfriend.” again, your lips fell into a pout when steve gently pulled your hands away from him, re-buttoned his jeans and in one movement lifted you to settle you on the counter top beside the sink. the kitchen was dark, bathed only in the light from the moon through the large windows and he watched it flicker over your skin, catching on your eyes as his chest tugged just slightly.

“you wanna be my girlfriend?”

“uh huh, been thinkin’ ‘bout it all night, you’re just so pretty.” steve wasn’t entirely sure how much you’d had to drink but given the way you were trying to feel him up and asking him out despite two years of dating you figured it was a lot. your words were only slightly slurred, bumping into each other sometimes when your tried to talk a little too fast and it was all so endearing he couldn’t help but laugh, push a kiss to the soft skin of your cheek as he patted your thigh. “we can go to enzo’s right now, so i can show you off.”

“i’ll let you take me out tomorrow, yeah? can woo me and show me off as much as you want.” he paused, kissed the space between your brows where the skin had started to crease again. “but now i need you to drink some water for me and get some sleep.” he leant his body passed you so he could grab a glass off the side, hiding his smile from you when your hands started to wander again, pushing under his shirt so your fingers could card through the hair on his chest. he let you map out his skin for a few seconds as he filled a glass with water, tried not to let the softness of your fingers over his happy trail distract him because you were drunk and you were going straight to sleep, no matter how many times you tried to touch him.

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out of your league; steve harrington

summary: steve’s friends refuse to believe his secret girlfriend is the pretty girl from the bakery and are more than a little surprised when you actually show up

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

requested: yes

warnings: none

notes: you can find my masterlist here.

“you’re so full of shit.”

“are you being serious right now?”

“bullshit, harrington.”

“why would i lie?”

“why would y/n date you?” dustin and steve sat opposite each other at a table in benny's diner, glares almost identical although dustin looked just slightly more bewildered than the older boy. steve had his arms crossed defensively, brow creased in slight annoyance over the fact his friends were refusing to believe who his girlfriend was. they'd been arguing about it for the past fifteen minutes since he'd declared you'd be joining them for lunch, dustin and max insisting that a girl as hot as you was far too cool to even consider dating him. it had been four months since you’d called it official, almost five months since your first date but steve had held off on even telling his friends he knew you, mainly because in all honesty, they were right, you were far too cool to even hang out with him.

"because i'm hot and charming and a total killer with the ladies?" this made robin snort from the seat next to him and he threw her the biggest glare he could muster, squashing his palm down on to the tiny origami swan she'd been making out of a napkin. her response was a quick kick to his ankle beneath the table, her own glare withering.

“you’re unnervingly full of yourself.”

“i’m factual.”

“factual schmactual, there is no way y/n l/n is the secret girl who’s been leaving love notes at the counter.” a snort sounded from across the table, max not even bothering to hide it as she grinned teasingly at steve.

“you’ve been getting love notes?”

“and sending them.” at that she only laughed harder, robin giggling a little behind her hand and steve wanted the ground to swallow him whole. his face was burning, the tops of his cheeks and ears no doubt a startling shade of red and he vowed to himself this was the last time he was treating them to lunch.

“i still refuse to believe it’s y/n,” dustin picked at the corner of the menu he was looking at, head shaking while he took quick glances at steve. “i mean, why were you keeping her a secret? shouldn’t it have been the other way around?”

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4,063 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

how about a blurb where steve's girl comes into family video asking for a hug after a bad day and he practically trips rushing to give it to her?

oh ik for a fact steve wld drop everything immediately for his girl

you sought out steve the second you stepped into family video, pushing on to your tip toes to peer around the almost empty store in search of your boyfriend. you were seconds away from crying, tears already brimming in your eyes, that awkward lump lodged in your throat and after the day you'd had all you needed was the comfort of steve's arms and the steady thump of his heart to ease the ache inside of you. robin glanced up from the computer, the grin on her face slowly slipping into a frown.

"oh, hey, y/n are-"

"where's steve?" you hadn't meant to cut her off, didn't mean to be so harsh but you were embarrassed about your impending break down and in that moment your boyfriend was all you wanted.

“harrington, your girl’s here!” her yell was rather loud, startled one of the customers standing just beside the counter and your body felt hot from the attention it brought to you. it did grab steve’s attention immediately however, his head popping up over the top of one of the shelves, hair slightly disheveled. like robin, the smile on his face dropped instantly when he saw your expression, the exhausted look on your face, the obvious remnants of old tears settled beneath your eyes.

"baby," he dropped the tape in his hand with a clatter, matching the pouted look on your face as you stepped further into the store. you swiped at a stray tear that had fallen down your cheek. "hey, what's wrong?" you shook your head, sniffled rather aggressively.

"can you just- can you come here? really need a hug, stevie." your voice cracked and so did steve's heart, a soft noise tumbling from his lips as he nodded, clumsily pushing the cart he'd been using out of the way. his jacket got caught against the side of it and he swore under his breath when it rattled rather loudly into the shelves of horror films. in his haste to get out of the aisles and around the counter to you he whacked his hip off the corner and almost tripped over a wire robin hadn't tucked away, wincing as pain rolled over his skin.

his arms opened immediately and you met him halfway, let him tug your body down one of the aisles and away from prying eyes before he wrapped you up against his chest. he’d turned so his back was to the customers, hiding your frame as you pressed your face into the soft fabric of his shirt, your arms circling his waist, fingers clasping a little at his back. steve’s own arms came around your upper body, one pressed flat palmed to your shoulder blade, the other gentle against the back of your head, cradling you against him and the second you were tucked away safely the tears fell.

you melted into him, let him hug you tight, his grip helping keep you steady as his thumb brushed comfortingly over the back of your head, his lips pressed into your hair. he kept like that for a few minutes, let you hold him and cry, let you get it all out while pressing the occasional kiss to the top of your head or squeezing your shoulders a little tighter. his head dipped a little lower, neck craned almost awkwardly so he could brush his lips over your ear.

“i’ve got you, baby, m’here, yeah?” he kissed your temple, strained back up and pressed his cheek to the top of your head, swayed you both ever so slightly. the ache inside of you had dulled slightly from the intoxicating scent of him and the steady thump thump thump of his heart beneath your ear when you turned your head. the tight grip he had on you kept you grounded, helped you realise you were here with him and not back having the shift from hell, helped to slow the flow down of tears that had soaked through his shirt.

as you turned your head and pressed your cheek flat to his chest his hand shifted from the back of your head and cupped your jaw, large palm warm over your cheek. his thumb brushed the tears away, soothed over your damp skin until your body completely relaxed and your lashes fluttered from exhaustion. he kissed your forehead, let his lips linger for a few seconds. in his arms it didn’t feel like you were in family video, his warmth and comfort made you feel like it was just the two of you, wrapped up in his bed, covered by his sheets, a soft tangle of limbs and it eased your heart, made it feel less heavy.

“y’wanna tell me what’s wrong?” voice soft he grazed his thumb down the bridge of your nose, smiled into your hair when you kissed his palm and then shook your head. you tightened your arms around his waist.

“can you just hold me a little longer?” steve didn’t need to answer verbally, only nodded and squeezed your shoulder, went back to the soft back and forth of his thumb over your cheek. he knew he needed to work, the shelves wouldn’t organise themselves but nothing, not even his job, would come before making sure you were okay.

4,886 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

my girl; steve harrington

summary: you never expected your first time meeting steve’s parents to go so horrifically wrong

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

requested: yes

warnings: steve’s shitty parents, not the best writing i’ve done

notes: feedback is appreciated! you can find my masterlist here.

“you know she isn’t coming in just to rent the breakfast club every week, right?” you eyed steve as he pulled open the car door for you, his hand reaching down to grip yours so he could help you out. his fingers were cold against your skin despite the summer sunshine, his much larger fingers wrapping gently around yours. the tiny promise ring he’d gifted you for your birthday twinkled in the light, steve’s thumb momentarily brushing over it before he pulled you up.

“she doesn’t just rent the breakfast club, sometimes she rents the goonies.” he pushed the car door shut behind you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you shook your head.

“she’s not there for the movies, steve.” you slid your arm around his waist, fingers slipping slightly beneath the material of his shirt to graze over his bare skin. his gaze was light and taunting, a lazy smirk lifting one side of his mouth because he could almost feel the jealousy radiating from you.

kennedy walton had been coming into family video every friday for the past six weeks, almost always renting the breakfast club even after spending half an hour browsing the shelves. steve knew she wasn’t really looking, she spent most of her time eyeing him, twirling her hair and smiling just a little too much whenever he glanced over. steve also knew how much it annoyed you, the other girl almost always just so happened to be there when you met him after your shift at the police station and her high pitched giggles were guaranteed to bring out a scowl from you. on more than one occasion he’d heard you mutter to robin that he “wasn’t even that funny”.

“maybe she’s there for keith, he’s been getting a lot of female attention since he grew that beard.” he’d spun the two of you around, both of his hands now settled on your cheeks to tilt your head up to him, and gently pressed you up against the car. your look was so dry that steve gave a soft snort, lips coming down to smother kisses across your cheeks and nose. “or maybe she comes in just for a few minutes of your charming personality.”

“she likes you and you know it.”

“so?”

“so she comes in to stare at you like a total creeper and flirt. terribly. she’s a terrible flirt.” you were almost pouting, brows drawn together in a dramatic show of irritation but steve could only focus on how adorable you were. on how good it felt to have someone love him so much that it bothered them knowing girls came into the store just to stare at him. his nose bumped yours, his thumb brushing in soft motions across your cheek and he could feel the way you melted into him, one of your hands gripping lightly at the fabric of his shirt.

“she’s not that terrible at flirting.” he teased, unable to hold back his grin when you arched your brows. “and she always compliments my hair. you never compliment my hair anymore.”

“because i’m not trying to get you to fuck me.”

“no?”

“no.” you tilted your head, cocking it slightly to one side and watched steve carefully. “you really think her flirting is good?” this had him snorting again, shaking his head with a quiet laugh, his grin only making you smile despite your tiny feeling of annoyance at kennedy.

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daisyxbuckley · 5 years

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Secretly dating Steve HC

cuz I’m a slut for Steve Harrington SO

Some NSFW and language

You and Steve started dating about a month after things ended with Nancy.

Well not dating per say. More like you went over to his house one night and it ended up turning into some of the best sex you ever had.

Like it was three rounds of just pure, unadulterated, lust

You didn’t think much of it because you knew he had frustrations to work off and he knew that you did as well.

Until one night, about two months after you started sleeping together he showed up at your house in the middle of the night.

Drunk as shit

Thank GOD Hop was on duty that night.

And he just fucked you against the cabin wall.

Like it was almost primal and you had NO idea where it came from.

By the time you were done shit hurt that you never thought COULD hurt.

you guys are leaning against the wall, trying to calm your breathing down.

He’s still inside you

And in your hair he whispers something that makes your heart stop.

“I love you”

You say it back and that shit eating grin comes across his face as he untangles himself from you.

From then on out you were always together.

Though you kept it from Hopper. You loved your adoptive dad, but he was way to protective

Even though he loves Steve because he’s saved you a ton of times.

So even though Steve is over ALL THE DAMN TIME, he is unaware.

You abide by the 3 inches rule because you wanna set a good example for El.

ANYWAYS

fast forward to the summer. Y’all have been dating for a HOT minute.

And lemme tell you

It’s been fucking HOT

like sex everywhere, shoved up against a tree, fingering you in the pool hot

He’s a staple at family dinners now. Though Hop doesn’t notice his hand inching dangerously high up your thigh.

Steve in his work uniform.

Fuck me zaddy

You make fun of him but you secretly love how it makes his ass look.

Robin LOVES to cockblock you

You and Steve will be getting hot and heavy in the back room when she would pop in

“Hey Y/N, come with me. I need a girls opinion”

she would say as she dragged you away from a VERY hard Steve.

He would absentmindedly twirl that stupid ice cream scooper and you would be reminded how he handles that bat

Then you would remember how good he is with his fingers

And almost cream your pants right there.

FUCK IM THIRSTY

SO Dustin starts talking about evil Russians and shit

You think he’s joking till HOLY SHIT

robin cracks the code

Sneaking around with the Scoops Troop

You and Erica trading remarks as she finds you the only non nerd among them

Going through the entire ordeal with the mind flayer and thinking

Can’t i just have ONE normal year

Holding max as she cries over her brother and your own heart breaking.

Losing track of Steve as you’re getting led out.

Seeing him come out standing next to your dad

Because Hopper doesn’t die in my mind

Running full speed towards him and jumping around him wrapping your legs around his waist

Literally the STEAMIEST kiss ever in public

Hoppers face is literally that pikachu meme

“We’re going to talk about his later young lady”

You laugh as he brings you and El into hug

Over your head, Hopper gives Steve a wink letting him know it was all good with him.

Finding out that Steve has a daddy kink and playing with that later on ;)

@cxddlyash @lovefilledtragedy

#scoops troop #steve harrington hc #steve harrington

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teaspacebar · 5 years

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far too young to die (6/???)

a/n: guysssss we’re getting into the good stuff now!! this is the longest part yet and i hope you guys enjoy it. i am going to plan out the rest of the series to figure out how many parts are going to be left and i should have chapter seven out sometime this week! wanna be on my taglist?? just let me know!

taglist: @ashtounding

relationship: steve harrington x reader

word count: 1100+

summary: you just wanted to keep your job at the starcourt mall movie theater. all you had to do was find out how these kids were sneaking into the movies without coming in the front door. your small little movie theater conspiracy ends up pulling you into something a lot bigger, and a lot scarier.

previous part / series masterlist

chapter six: another little puzzle piece

You were sitting on the floor in the back room of Scoops, leaning against the wall. You had a notebook on your lap with a few scribbled notes on it. One being Kaufman Shoes, the other Imperial Panda. Both were circled multiple times, with lines pointing outward with question marks. You tapped a pen against your leg, staring at the page.

Steve entered the back, wiping his face with the towel that was hanging from his shoulder, “Anything?”

“Nope,” you huffed, ripping of the page and throwing it. Sighing, you turned to look at Steve. Eyes landing on him, you struggled – and failed – to hold back a laugh.

“What?”

“Get attacked on your ship, Captain?” You pointed to the side of your face. Steve looked in the mirror on the wall, noticing a smear of chocolate ice cream on his cheek. He cursed, grabbing his towel again and wiping it off, causing you to laugh more. “Waves must be real strong out there.”

“I swear, if you make one more sailor related joke–”

“I hope your scoop isn’t damaged.”

He rolled his eyes, but you noticed the slight upturn of his mouth. You suppressed your internal glee, schooling your face back to a passive expression. Jokes were all you had at the moment. If you didn’t keep being sarcastic then you’d think about…what happened the night before.

You were all going to die. Most likely by the Russians. Plus, it was raining outside. Why the four of you couldn’t wait until the next night to figure out what they were doing? Now your favorite outfit was drenched, and you were freezing. And you couldn’t see shit.

“Can we go, guys? We’ve seen them, now let’s get out of here.”

And then Dustin had to go for the binoculars again. Yep, you were all dead. The four of you fell back against the wall to hide from the Russians. It was a good thing the rain was so loud that it could cover up how heavy your breathing was. You glanced down and noticed that your hand had latched onto Steve’s, squeezing it tightly. You frantically let go, following as Steve urged all of you through the door to the stairwell.

You guys hurriedly went through the back hallways, exiting through the movie theater. Robin said that she’d see you guys tomorrow and got into her car. Dustin immediately made his way to Steve’s car, catching the keys as Steve tossed them to him so he could unlock it.

“Hey, um…Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Could you drive me home? I usually take the bus, but the last one already came through.” You internally cringed. This was the last thing you wanted to do, but there weren’t any other options. You should’ve jumped into Robin’s car before questions could be asked.

The teen nodded, “Yeah, sure.” Turning back around he rapped on the front seat passenger-side window, “Hey dude, get in the back, would you?”

“What, why?” Steve jutted his thumb over his shoulder at you. Dustin’s expression went from offended, to almost gleeful in about five seconds, making you suspicious of what that kid was planning. “No problem, Steve. I can totally let your–”

“Get in the back, dipshit.” Steve’s voice carried that ‘I’m-your-parent-don’t-mess-with-me’ tone that made you chuckle.

As you hopped into the front seat after Dustin catapulted himself to the back – which was hilarious to watch in of itself – you gave him a small smile, “Thanks, little dude.” He rolled his eyes but nodded.

Steve dropped Dustin off first, saying he’d pick him up in the morning and that he better be ready this time. Once it was just the two of you, silence permeated the vehicle. It was quiet the rest of the way to your house except for you giving him directions. He pulled up to the side of your house, putting his car in park.

“Thanks for the ride,” you mumbled, grabbing your backpack from the backseat.

As you went to open up the door, Steve said you name, “Did you want me to pick you up tomorrow?” Your eyebrows raised in question and he shook his head, “Sorry, never mind, that was stupid.”

“You may say stupid things sometimes, but that wasn’t one of them. I can catch the bus tomorrow afternoon; I have to do some stuff for my mom in the morning.” He nodded, and you exited the car. Bending over, you smirked, “Catch you on the seas later, Captain.”

A snort left the teen in the car, and he gave you a two fingered salute before pulling away from the curb.

You had spent more time interacting with Steve Harrington in one month than you had in the six years it had been since sixth grade. And as more time passed, you saw that Steve Harrington had changed. He cared about Dustin. And the other kids that would come in from time to time. He was the same Steve Harrington you were best friends with during elementary school. He just grew taller, and had more hair, and traded his pirate costume for a sailor’s uniform.

He was also attractive as shit.

Not that you hadn’t noticed it before. Steve Harrington was always cute, and then he hit puberty and high school came along and he just oozed jock vibes. Girls were all over him. And you hated it. You hated that you found him charming. That you found him attractive. That after everything he had done, you knew, that if he even gave you a minute of his attention, you would have taken it and ran as far as could with it. That was the thing about high school, everyone just wanted to be liked.

But now it just came back to your attention tenfold. There was just something about him being so entirely honest and candid in his responses. And maybe the sailor outfit was doing at least a little bit of something…you hated to admit it.

“So, what’s with the single mom thing you’re doing?” You broke the silence, drawing squiggles on your notebook.

“What?”

You snorted, “You went from ‘King Steve’ to ‘Babysitter Steve’ in six months. I just want to know how that happened.” Steve paused, avoiding your gaze. And another little puzzle piece clicked together.

You’d been taking mental notes. The kids that Steve had “adopted” must have come to fruition with something that had to do with what happened last year. Dustin was friends with the other kids, two of which had older siblings that Steve ended up hanging out with toward the end of senior year – Jonathan and Nancy. And Nancy was friends with Barb when…well, that. So, they were all connected by this government cover-up thing. And you were going to figure out exactly what it all was, you were just…taking your time.

“It’s cool, Harrington. You’re pretty good with kids, in a – don’t fuck with me – kind of way.” You guys made eye contact and laughter filled the back room.

Maybe Steve Harrington wasn’t such a douchebag after all.

#far too young to die #steve harrington x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #steve harrington

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cherrylimebabe · 5 years

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Does It Change The Way You Think Of Me? (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

(billy x reader)

word count: 2,144

warnings: alcohol use, drug use, heavily implied sex

notes: This is the first fanfic I have ever written so I hope it’s okay!! Also that song is such a Billy vibe lol

Monday, an evening in late June. the air is dry, and the Hawkins community pool is still. As he leaves the changing room, Billy lights up a Marlboro, feeling relief as he takes a drag, exhaling some of the stress from his work day. Tonight, he decided, he was going to let loose. Tossing his half smoked cigarette onto the asphalt, he stamps it out and walks to his car, flopping into the driver’s seat and tossing his bag in the back. Pulling out of his parking spot with haste, he begins making his way to your house.

The sun is hanging low, and Drive by The Cars plays on the radio as you organize your vanity, placing your scattered jewelry in a small chest sitting atop it. Just as you’re almost finished up, you hear a car horn blare from below. A familiar sound, and you have more than an educated guess of who it is.

“(Y/N)!”

“I’ll be down in a sec!” you shouted, shutting off the radio and quickly leaving your room, coming downstairs. Approaching the door, you felt your stomach flutter. Billy taking an interest in you had caught you by surprise, and even though you two had only been hanging out for the past two months, you felt exhilarated every time you were together. You hadn’t really been friends with someone as wild as him, and the outings he took you on always kept you on your toes.

“you just gonna leave me out here, sweetness?”

you had been lost in thought, swiftly unlocking the door and swinging it open to billy standing at the door, pulling on his necklace.

“of course not, dumbass,” you teased in a light tone. Billy gave a small chuckle, looking you in the eyes. you felt your cheeks warming, and quickly darted your eyes to his worn boots.

“so, you wanna go for a ride?” he asked, leaning against the door frame.

“with you? always,” you said sarcastically sweet, looking back up to him. your teasing always teetering on affectionate, yet you weren’t sure if Billy caught onto it.

“Well, grab what you need and let’s get outta here,”

he paused.

“the night is just beginning.” He said with a smile.

You tied up your sneakers, grabbed a jacket off the coat rack, locked the front door, and hopped into your crushes car. Not knowing exactly what you were getting yourself into, but excited nonetheless.

You two had driven around your neighborhood for a good hour just talking about work, and listening to whatever came on the radio. There wasn’t much Billy liked about his job, besides ogling the women that came to tan, and on most days he wasn’t actually doing much. His days were much better when you came to the pool. He would actually have someone to talk to when it wasn’t busy, and he didn’t mind the view of you in a bikini either. You on the other hand, were quite content with your job at Scoops Ahoy in the mall, your coworkers Steve and Robin always giving you a good laugh. The work itself was a breeze, although the uniform did make you feel a bit goofy.

After talking for a while, Billy turned and looked at you slyly, leaving you a bit confused.

“What’s up?” you asked him.

“How about we go to lover’s lake and unwind? take our minds off of work,” he said motioning to the six pack of bud lights and bottle of fireball sitting in the backseats.

“That sounds great, actually,” you said in a cheerful tone.

“Someone’s a little eager, huh?” Billy laughed, you rolled your eyes, trying to hide your grin. Lover’s lake…just a nice setting to drink and smoke right?

You arrived at the lake, a few other cars parked nearby with music lightly emitting from one. it was dark, with only the moon and various headlights illuminating the area. Unannounced, Billy reaches over to pop the glove box, his arm considerably close to touching your waist. He pulls out a joint, resting it between two fingers and using the same hand to close it back up.

“Didn’t you come to my house straight from the pool? hold up-did you roll that at work?” you panickedly questioned. Billy just looking your way and laughing.

“Billy! Jesus-” you were interrupted.

“It wasn’t even busy today! Shit gets boring, why not prepare?” he retorted while lighting the blunt between his lips. You side eyed him with a crooked smile, and couldn’t help but laugh.

“You are quite the case, Hargrove,” you teased.

“But I keep you around, don’t I?” he quipped, exhaling smoke. You grabbed the bottle of fireball and cracked the seal, taking a swig, the alcohol leaving a familiar burn. Billy and you traded vices periodically until you both felt hazy.

Some time had passed, and now the two of you were leaning on the hood of his car, enjoying the buzz and the stillness of the lake, as the other teenagers had left earlier. You had gone through all the drinks and had finished off the joint, leaving you feel warm, and everything a little blurry. Blue Monday by New Order played faintly from the car stereo, and you felt your inhibitions fizzle.

“You’re fucking stunning, you know that?”

Billy caught you off guard, and you looked up at him, seeing that he had a rather serious look on his face, with his eyelids hanging low.

“Billy…um thank you, that’s very flat-” he cut you off

“I’m not teasing either, I know we joke around but I mean it,”

You felt your skin flush at his words.

“Billy you’re really tipsy right now-”

“No!” he stopped you,

“don’t try to brush it off, like you always do. I mean it, I can’t keep my eyes off of you.”

He inched closer to you, and you could feel his breath on your face. He looked at you intently, placing his hand on top of yours where it rested on the hood of his car.

“I want you” he spoke softly, if a little slurred.

You felt a bit shocked by his proclamation still doubtful of the authenticity due to his state of drunkenness.

“Billy, I…” you tried to hold back, but the smoke and drinks were getting to your head.

“I-I want you too,” you confessed. And with that, Billy began to trail his fingertips up from your wrist, dragging them slowly up your arm to your shoulder, and eventually your cheek where he wrapped them around to the back of your neck, and pulled you into a deep kiss. He held you there for a moment, his other hand holding your waist. Your whole body shivered at the sensation of his lips and hands against you, and he pulled away looking into your dilated eyes, breathing heavily.

“Let me take you home,”

You frantically unlock the door and swing it open, Billy kissing the back of your neck with his arms wrapped around you. You feel yourself losing focus and pull on his wrist, signaling him to follow you inside. You lazily push off your sneakers and close the door, looking up at Billy with who is shamelessly eyeing you head to toe. You give him a half smile and grab his hand, walking up the stairs with him close behind. Opening your bedroom door, you let go of his hand, he enters first, and as you go to close the door, Billy grabs you from behind and tosses you on the bed roughly, which sends jolts up your spine. He quickly crawls up until he’s hovering over you and his glossy eyes are filled with desire.

He quickly plants a rough kiss on your lips and you tangle your fingers in his hair, which still smelled of chlorine. Soon shirts come off and onto the floor, and as Billy is about to unzip your jeans you look down at him.

“Wait,” you slur.

“You know, I-I normally don’t…do this sort of thing.”

You paused, as he stared at you, listening intently, his chin resting on your hip. Billy wouldn’t be the first, but this was different. You weren’t together. You had thought about being with Billy, but part of you knew that things would change if you crossed that line.

“Will this…change th-the way you think of me?”

You stared at him, everything still a little blurry.

An uncertain look flooded his face, and he looked away for a moment. You felt indifferent to his reaction. You wanted him now, regardless of the consequences.

“We’ll talk in the morning baby,” he mumbled, planting messy kisses against your stomach. You felt the heat inside you grow as he ran his hands all over your torso, thinking of all the lingering stares, the accidental touches, the way he would always surprise you. All this time waiting, and now you had him in your room. “The night is just beginning,” you thought…

You wake up with a pounding headache greeting you, your mouth dry, and nothing but an old t-shirt on. The last thing you can recall from last night was the image of Billy Hargrove kissing your thighs. Yet, he wasn’t in your room. You look out the window, and check your clock: 12:18 pm. Suddenly a wave of guilt and frustration washes over you. Of course this was how it would turn out. It didn’t matter if you had been friends before. As soon as you gave in to your emotions, you were just a hookup. Right? It’s not like you were unaware that this was his typical behavior. But part of you thought it would be different; That maybe it could’ve been more. Your anger only flourishes when you remember you have to be at work by 1:00. You quickly hop in the shower, blow dry your hair, put on some mascara, and throw on your Scoops uniform. You grab a bottle of water and quickly pace to the door, going to grab your jacket when you notice it’s gone.

“shit, must’ve lost it last night,” you mumbled.

You get into your sedan and haul ass to the Starcourt mall.

An hour into your shift and you’re already dying to go home, with Robin noticing your annoyance. She doesn’t want to pry, but her curiosity trumps her silence.

“You okay (Y/N)? You seem down,” she asks, also noticing how tired you look, but careful not to mention it.

“Oh um, I just had a rough night,” you say gingerly.

she quirks her brow, noticing your bluff, though she knows not to push, and goes back to restocking the cones. You see some customers approaching, and put on a bright smile.

“Hi there! Welcome to Scoops Ahoy!”

As you finish up the last girl in the group’s order, you notice a familiar face approaching the store. You feel your stomach flip. You’re hoping that what happened the night before wasn’t a mistake, but Billy coming to your work to likely mess with you wasn’t an ideal way of getting that confirmation.

As the group of girls left, Billy approached the counter, sporting a plum colored button up, baring most of his chest. It catches your attention, but you quickly look up to him, staring right at him.

“Hi! Welcome to Scoops Ahoy! What can I get for you today?”

Billy smiles at your customer service persona, biting the corner of his lip.

“How about a date? This Friday?”

You have to catch your breath. Was this a joke?

“Billy, are you gonna buy something or-”

“Im not teasing you, I…I can’t remember a whole lot of last night, but I know that when I kissed you, I meant it,”

You were shocked, but you knew how to play your cards, he wasn’t going to win that easily.

“We’ll talk about it later,” You smirked.

He gave a knowing shrug and smiled at you.

“I’ll be here when you get off,”

before you could respond he turned and began walking out of the store with a beat in his step. Just as he was almost out he loudly reminded you,

“You left your jacket in my car, by the way!”

You felt yourself become red as you yelled back

“Asshole!”

You shook your head and turned to see Robin wide eyed with her mouth half open

“(Y/N) I’m not even gonna ask,”

You held your head in your hand and laughed.

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how do u feel abt doing smth like a modern au where billy is like , all this punk rock and teen angst and leather nd jean jackets kinda of thing and steve is the exact opposite of him with fluffy skirts and soft polos nd just really soft and they two have seen eachother but dont actually talk to one another until they have a school project and they just. fall in love overtime? basically , femme steve + punk rock billy falling in love.

(pt. 2) also!! happy 21st birthday 💓💕💗💖💕

The university had a strict core curriculum, meaning that Steve was ten minutes late for his Philosophy of the Modern Era class.

He couldn’t find the room, was wandering around in this basement with his schedule written on the back of his hand. He was peering at room numbers and muttering to himself 067 067 067.

“You looking for that philosophy class?” Steve turned around at the voice.

The guy was stomping down the hallway in big leather boots. His jeans were ripped and shredded, and he was wearing a black t-shirt with pink font reading Dog Park Dissidents. His denim jacket was covered in pins and patches and sharpie drawings. He had Silence = Death written on one of the pockets, Being nice IS punk rock was scrawled down one arm.

“Yeah, that modern era one?” The guy smiled and nodded, reaching forward to shake Steve’s hand. His eyes were a startling blue, lined with a thin smudge on black. His hair was wild and curly, shaved on each side into this beachy looking mohawk. He had his nose and his eyebrow pierced, along with several in his ears.

“Billy Hargrove.”

“Steve Harrington.” Steve could feel the tips of his ears go red as Billy looked him up and down. He was wearing something cute for the first day of class, a chunky white cardigan over a soft pink peasant dress. He had gotten up early to do his makeup well, and was late to class anyway because this stupid building was a fucking maze.

They set off down the hall together, looking at each door they passed by.

“Oh shit. Pretty Boy, I think I got it.” Steve flushed slightly at being called pretty, still not used to being able to dress like this in public. Billy wrenched open the door, and stomped in, not a care in the world for being twenty minutes late.

The professor raised his eyebrow.

“And what were you two doing out in the hall?”

“I’m sorry, we couldn’t find the room.” Steve’s cheeks were hot as he was standing at the front of the class.

“That’s okay. you have missed class introductions, to please say your names, pronouns and majors.”

“Billy Hargrove, he/him, double majoring in literature and social work.”

“Steve Harrington, he/they. I’m also a double major in education and early childhood development.” The professor made a note on his role sheet.

“Thank you, you may sit down.” Steve went for the back of the room, flopping into the first empty seat he could find, ducking his head as he quietly got his laptop out. Billy had stomped into the seat next to him, had gotten out a notebook and proceeded to doodle in it for the rest of class.

He sat next to Billy every Monday Wednesday and Friday from 9:20-10:35 and and outside of their ten minute search for the classroom, they had yet to say anything to one another.

It certainly didn’t help that Steve was harboring a little crush on the guy. He would watch him in class, the way he would doodle little sunflowers in the margins of his notes, smiling softly at them.

“So, for the rest of the semester you will be working in pairs. I want you to go through the readings we have completely and work together with the philosophers we have discussed to create your own system for the modern era. How do you believe society exists now?” Billy turned to Steve, grinning at him.

“You wanna be my partner?” Steve gave a sheepish smile, his heart racing.

“I, um. Yes. Yeah, I’ll be your partner.” Steve dug his phone out of the tight pocket of his skirt, trading with Billy. He put his number under Steve Harrington - Modern Era Philosphy.

“You wanna get coffee after class, start working through our beliefs?”

“Um, sure. I don’t have class until, like, 3:30 today.” Billy grinned again and fucking winked at Steve. He needed to calm the fuck down.

“So basically, a lot of my beliefs are based on the punk message.” Billy was sipping at his black coffee, had laughed and said should’ve fucking known when Steve ordered a large mocha with extra chocolate syrup, and whipped cream. “I’m a very live and let live person, but I believe everyone should live and let live. If someone is trying to dictate how others should exist, they’re fucking garbage.”

“Okay, I actually really agree with that.”

“That’s because you’re punk rock.” Steve laughed, but Billy’s eyes were serious. “No seriously, there’s nothing more punk rock than being unapologetically yourself.”

“When did you get into punk philosophy?”

“When I was in high school. My dad was a real prick, and I was angry, and a lot of punk is loud and pissed off and it helped, but then I started going to shows, and talking to people, and it’s not what you’d expect. Everyone at a show is like a weird family for a night. If someone comes in and tries to fuck with someone, the family deals. I can’t tell you how many fights I saw that broke out because someone was perving on a girl, and these other guys started protecting her. And that only grew as I started getting into queercore.”

Steve was listening to Billy, eyes wide as he described stories from shows, how he had jumped in on fights to defend the family, how he would walk girls home or to their cars parked a ways down the street, how he knew everyone would do the same for him.

“God, I wish I had a community like that. I didn’t really have anyone growing up. You know, token queer in a small town kinda vibe.” Billy smiled at him sympathetically.

“That why you came out to San Fransisco?”

“Oh yeah. Wanted to come somewhere where, this, didn’t matter.” He gestured to himself. “I just don’t get why it bothers people. I just do it because it makes me happy. I don’t know why it concerns anyone else.” Billy was nodding vigorously.

“Exactly. That’s the whole truth about being queer. People hate you for something that has nothing to do with them. It’s completely wack. Like if I’m with someone in whatever capacity, we’re both consenting adults. It literally doesn’t matter.”

“Do you think we could expand upon this enough for our project? Talk about how we feel the world should just stop caring about what other people do if it has nothing to do with them.” Billy grinned.

“I think we could make something happen.”

They began getting coffee after each class, taking through their project, finding resources to back up the ideas they had discussed. The more time they spent together, the more Steve liked Billy, liked how sweet he was, how positive. They talked about having terrible parents, how Billy’s dad had kicked him out at sixteen for being gay, how he had lived with friends, saving up to get himself through college. They talked about how Steve’s dad had found his stash of makeup and threw it all away, making sure it was ruined and broken. How disappointed his father was that he was studying to become a teacher.

There was one Friday they had met up and stayed all day in the coffee shop stayed until the 5 pm closing.

“You wanna come over? I have a single room. We can keep working.” Billy grinned at Steve like he always did, showing off all his white teeth. So they walked side by side to Steve’s room.

Steve kept his room neat, a habit left over from overbearing parents who would shame him into cleaning his room.

Steve’s room was exactly how Billy imagined.

He had soft white lights, a full length mirror on one wall. His bed was covered in pillows, duvets, and even a few stuffed animals. The wall above the bed was covered in pictures of Steve back home, several with a group of younger kids, and a lot with a blonde girl.

“This your girlfriend?” Steve snorted.

“No, that’s Robin. She and I are just really close friends.”

“What’s with the kids?” Steve blushed.

“I babysat all through high school, and those kids kinda adopted me as their pseudo parent. It was a lot of driving them all over town.”

“That’s cute. That why you wanna teach?”

“Yeah, I’m good with kids.” Steve had plopped himself on the made bed. He watched as Billy took off his heavy boots, placing them neatly by the door before stepping onto Steve’s plush grey rug. His socks were thick wool and had little cartoon dogs on them. Steve was in love.

Billy sat with Steve on the bed. He was taking a closer look at the photos.

“I could see that for you. You’re a caring type.” Steve looked down as his feet, could feel his face getting hot.

“Why did you pick social work?”

“When I was a kid, CPS would be called to our place like, once every few months. My dad was a real good schmoozer, so I would always just be left with him. I wanna be able to help kids get out of bad situations.”

“God, and you call me a caring type. You’re gonna save the world.” Billy laughed.

“The children are the future. I’ll save ‘em, you teach ‘em.” When Steve looked up, Billy was leaning closer into Steve’s space. He had a soft smile on his face. His eyes were bright and beautiful and so fucking blue. “Can I kiss you?”

“Can you, what?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Why?” Billy still hadn’t leaned back.

“‘Cause I have a big dumb crush on you, and I think you have one on me.” Steve’s face was pink.

“I, uh, yeah. Go, go for it.” Billy laughed, taking Steve’s face in both hands. He leaned in, just gently pressing their lips together.

“So, was I right?”

“Yes. Very much so.” Billy laughed again, loud and sweet, pressing another kiss to Steve’s lips.

“You wanna go on a date? A real one? Not just us getting coffee and pretending we both weren’t totally into each other.” Steve snorted again.

“Yeah, I would really like that.”

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