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brbsoulnomming · 3 months

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Static

Steve's never certain if he hates walking through the crowds after a match or not. Sometimes, when he walks back to his flat, all bloody and bruised and exhausted, the press of so many other people feels oppressive. Sometimes he wants nothing more than to pretend the rest of the world doesn't exist, that he's in a little bubble of his own space and nothing can touch him. But sometimes, even though there's an edge of pain in every step, the bustle of people reminds him of why he does this, reminds him of everyone he's trying to protect and everything he wants to be able to keep on going exactly as it is.

Today is not a hates day.

Today the crowds feel warm and full of energy, and he basks in it, lets the feel of so much life wash over him.

Today he buys sunflowers at his favorite florist, listening to the soft hum of bees he can hear in the back of their shop. Today he asks if they have any honey, tucks a bottle of it into his pocket and sucks on a piece of the soft, sticky candy that Mrs. Anderson makes from it. The augment he keeps for show chimes softly in his ear, alerting him that funds have been withdrawn from his arena account. He doesn't know how much, but it doesn't matter. He trusts Mrs. Anderson enough not to rip him off, and anyway, he makes more than enough from his fights to get anything he wants.

It'd be enough to get out of this place ten times over, if the credits Creel gave his gladiators were good anywhere else but the citydome he runs.

Mrs. Anderson wraps up his flowers for him, and Steve gives her a warm smile when she gives him an extra one for his girl.

He can't remember if she thinks his girl is Robin, or Nancy, or Max, or Erica, or El, but it doesn't really matter.

They're all his girls, and he'd do absolutely anything at all to give them the world.

He settles the bouquet under his arms, counts the flowers - there's enough to give each of them two, but he knows he won't see them in person any time soon.

It's been quiet enough that he might have suggested a meet up, but there's… something that stops him. Steve doesn't know what it is, can't put words to what he's picked up on, but it settles heavy in the pit of his stomach. He's learned the hard way to listen to it.

They can't risk it.

Static blares in his mind as he opens his communication link, feeling out for who's listening in and smiling to himself when he senses El.

El's favorites are sunflowers, same as him. They're Max's favorites, too, but only because he knows they remind her of El.

‘Sunflowers!’ El says immediately, delighted.

‘Fresh cut,’ he tells her. ‘Want to smell?’

Her presence is suddenly much stronger in his mind, and he dutifully leans in to pull in a deep breath, holds it for a few moments, then lets the honey candy in his mouth settle right over his tongue.

There's a pleased little sigh, a soft touch of gratitude, then she withdraws.

‘When's your next match?’ Lucas asks.

‘In two days,’ Steve replies.

There's no response, not even a wordless one, but Steve knows Lucas well enough to tell that he's disappointed. Two days isn't enough time for him to sneak out, let alone have a Creel sanctioned vacation.

‘It's not the same without you here.’ Dustin's voice is colored with disappointment, too, and Steve can feel the sharpness of what he isn't saying.

‘I know, buddy. I miss you guys, too.’

He wishes he could tell them that it wouldn't be much longer. Steve's got plenty on Henry Creel, more than enough to have made this mission a success already, but they're never going to get an opportunity like this again.

He needs to stay as long as possible.

‘I'll ask for a vacation after my next couple of matches. How did your collaboration with Suzie go?’

Steve listens to the Party over the comm links for a little while longer, just to keep his own longing for home at bay, until he gets out of the busy part of the citydome and has to say goodbye.

His head goes silent as he closes his comm link, and he's alone once more - aside from the ever present trace of Robin, all wrapped up in his neural pathways that are more circuits than synapses these days, but she doesn't count. She's as much a part of him as his own thoughts are.

Tension prickles at the back of his neck when he picks up on footsteps approaching, more purposeful than anyone else passing by. Sure enough, someone falls into step with him, and his head jerks over - then relaxes.

“My liege,” Munson greets, throwing a grin at him.

Steve rolls his eyes. “What do you want?”

He didn't think it was possible, but Munson's smile widens even more.

“To celebrate!” he announces, arms spread as though gesturing to the wide expanse of celebratory pleasures to be had around them.

Which are exactly none, considering Steve'd already passed the pleasure district. He raises one eyebrow to convey just that.

Munson is undeterred.

“Come on, your Majesty,” he cajoles. “Look at you! First time in weeks that a gladiator walked away from a match with barely a scratch on them! Surely such a transcendent performance from the King is worthy of deigning to mingle with the Freak?”

Steve's going to say yes, he already knows he is, but he makes him wait a little longer, making a big show of sighing and crossing his arms and looking him up and down.

It's then that he sees it.

If Steve was everything he was pretending to be and nothing more, he never would have picked up on anything. There's nothing in Munson's demeanor that is any different from the handful of other times they've caught up with each other for a drink after a match.

It's only because his scans pick up so much more that he detects the unsteady beat of Munson's heart, how he holds himself ready the same way he does in the arena.

And the gun tucked in the inside pocket of his leather jacket.

Right.

Looks like he's out of time here, then.

If Steve's honest, he's a little surprised that it's Munson. The rivalry between the Freak and the King is all for show in the arena - not like it is between him and Billy Hargrove or between Munson and Jason “the Prophet” Carver.

If Steve's even more honest, he's disappointed, in more ways than he can spend time sorting through right now.

“Fine,” he says, letting himself sound long suffering. “Where are we going? I'll swing by home to drop these off and meet you there.”

Something tense but otherwise unreadable flickers behind Munson's eyes, and Steve wonders if he's been ordered not to allow him to leave his sight. He doesn't have a choice, though - it's a reasonable request, exactly what Steve would have said if he hadn't caught on, and his only other option is -

“Allow me to accompany you,” Munson says, bowing low in a show of gallantry.

It's a risk.

Steve's never let another gladiator come to his flat before, and there's very little chance that he'd let Munson come now, even if he didn't realize what Munson's true intentions were. He wonders what the back up plan is if he says no, wonders if Munson will do it right here in the open.

“Why?” Steve asks, unable to stop himself from pushing, even though he knows it's a bad idea.

Munson peeks up from his bow, flutters his lashes, all playful exaggeration. “And risk you backing out and abandoning the likes of little ole me?”

“Never backed out before after I've said yes,” Steve points out, digging in. Pushing harder. “Unless you have a reason for inviting yourself over? Maybe a different kind of celebration in mind?”

Munson tips his head back down, but Steve's scanner can pick up the way he swallows, harsh and rough. “Yeah.” It's flat and hollow, and it immediately sounds wrong to Steve's ears. “Yeah, maybe I had something different in mind.”

That's -

Not what Steve was expecting.

Would he, Steve wonders? Would Munson play that card, even though he clearly doesn't want to, even though he kind of sounds like he hates himself a little for it?

“Hey,” Steve says, unbidden. “I'm just messing with you, man. It's fine, you can come with me to drop them off.”

Steve might be well aware that he's going to have to kill Munson, but he doesn't want to be cruel about it.

Munson straightens, his usual smile back on his face, and he checks his shoulder into Steve's hard enough that it stings a little. “Asshole,” he says.

“You're the one who hangs out with me,” Steve replies.

The crowd thins even more as they move into the residential blocks. They're not going in the direction of Steve's flat - but they are going in a direction that he could live in, and it's not like Munson knows where he actually stays. It's not like Munson knows that Steve's already activated his comm link and told the Party his cover's been blown, and that he has to get out of the citydome tonight.

“Hey, Munson?” Steve asks, slowing to a stop.

Munson hums, looking over at him with a brow raised in question.

Steve pulls the extra sunflower that Mrs. Anderson had given him free from the bouquet, tucks it into the front pocket of Munson's jacket.

“I really am sorry about before, I shouldn't have messed with you like that,” he says.

He's sorry about a lot more than that, but this is what he's got.

Munson's lips twist down, and he sighs as he pushes Steve's hands away - though he leaves the sunflower there.

“Steve,” he says, soft and filled with something like regret.

Nothing follows it.

There's a beat where they look at each other, and Steve thinks -

And then there's the sound of harsh laughter, boots dropping onto the ground as someone swings down from one of the platforms overhead.

“King Steve,” Hargrove drawls. “Sweet on the Freak. You're really making it easy to knock you off that throne, aren't you?”

Shit.

Steve's in worse trouble than he thought.

He steps back automatically, shooting a betrayed little look over at Munson - it's one thing for Munson to be planning on killing him, it's another for him to lead Hargrove to him.

But Munson looks surprised, and then furious, and Steve realizes -

Hargrove isn't here for Steve. Or at least, not just for Steve.

“I told Creel you couldn't do it,” Hargrove tells Munson, voice conversational. “You're all bark and no bite, aren't you?”

“Get the fuck out of here, Hargrove,” Munson says tersely, teeth gritted.

“No can do, Junior,” Hargrove replies. “I have to clean up your mess.”

“You set me up,” Munson bites out. “This was never going to be a fair chance, was it?”

Hargrove shrugs, unconcerned. “You want me to drag you back to Creel to explain yourself, or should I just put you out of your misery here?”

The thing is, Steve thinks Munson would have done it before Hargrove showed up. Steve and Munson are friends, maybe, but loyalty to other gladiators only goes so far, and Creel keeps them all under a heavy thumb. It wouldn't have been anything personal - it would have been just what Munson had to do to survive in this place.

The thing is, Steve knows he would have put a bullet in Munson's brain right here. It would have destroyed a piece of him to do it, he can acknowledge that now, but he would have done it without hesitation if it meant keeping the resistance in general - and the Party in specific - safe.

The thing is, even if Hargrove does kill Steve - even if Munson kills Steve, even if he manages to kill Hargrove before he can report back to Creel - Munson is finished, now. Unfair or not, he's failed the test. There's no going back, not if Creel doesn't trust him, and Steve knows Munson's smart enough to have realized that.

The thing is, if Creel suspected Munson enough to have Hargrove follow him to make sure he got the job done, there must be a reason why, and Steve wants to know it.

‘Change of plans,’ he tells Robin, even though he can already feel her at the back of his mind like fingertips ghosting through his hair, downloading his memories until she's caught up. She already knows exactly what he's going to do.

The piece of him that would have died with Eddie Munson finally settles into place, the circuitry that makes up more of him than he usually lets on humming softly in his veins as it adjusts to account for it.

Steve swings around to stand in front of Eddie, and plants his feet.

“If you want him,” he says, and he can hear the echo of it through the static of his communication link, calm and determined.

Steve's never felt more steady than he does when he's standing between a looming threat and one of the people who've become part of the very core of him.

“You'll have to go through me.”

Hargrove sneers at him. “You can barely hold your own against me in the arena.”

“The arena’s all show.” Steve laughs, a little mean. “You think I'm sitting here with prototype Harrington augments and all they've got is what you've seen?”

He's not sure why he's keeping up the pretense that he's nothing more than what he seems. If Creel is sending people to kill him, he has to know Steve's part of the Party. But it's ingrained in him, somehow, to protect them until his last breath, whether it's artificial or not.

The question makes Hargrove scoff, and Steve swings at him.

Hargrove lets it hit, laughs at him again with blood dripping from his mouth, and then -

They've fought in the arena, before. Not often, because they're brutal with each other, and because Creel knows their matches always draw a massive crowd and likes to drag out the tension, keep the audience wanting more.

This is nothing like that.

Despite their brutality, there's an element of safety in arena matches. The punishment for killing one of Creel's gladiators is harsh and swift, and so they're almost never in any real danger.

This is - Steve can see the hatred in Hargrove's eyes, same as he always does, but now there's intent, now Hargrove's own augments have been let loose, and there's more power behind every punch than Steve's ever felt before.

Steve's starting to think the only way he can beat Hargrove is to really let himself go, and it makes his heart quicken, makes the dread in his chest coil tighter and tighter - makes Robin even more present in his mind, makes her whisper ‘you have to, it's okay, I'm here, I won't let you lose yourself,’ -

Until a shot rings out, clipping Hargrove on the shoulder.

It's not that Steve forgot Eddie.

It's just that he kind of assumed that Eddie would run off after Steve took his first swing at Hargrove. It'd been part of the reason that he pulled Hargrove's attention onto himself in the first place.

The expression on Hargrove's face says that he'd assumed the same thing, and he shoots a venomous look over at Eddie.

“Who's cleaning up messes now?” Eddie asks.

Hargrove snarls, drawing his own gun on Eddie, and -

Steve's too close for Eddie to get a clear shot at Hargrove, and by now he's starting to think that Eddie won't take the shot if it means he'll have to shoot through Steve, but he knows damn well Hargrove won't have the same reservations.

‘Robin,’ Steve says, even though she's already there, flooding his mind until she's all he can feel.

He can't lose himself when he does this if he's so much her that they can't separate each other out.

Steve lets go.

Electricity flares under his skin, crackling and humming, and when he grabs Hargrove's hand it immediately shorts out his gun. It flows out - and out and out and out and out, overloading the circuitry of Hargrove’s augment and threatening to burn it through completely if it keeps going, and he needs to -

He needs to -

‘Stop.’

Steve can't tell if it's Robin's voice or his, but it doesn't matter.

It's enough to get him to pull himself back. He lets go of Hargrove, breathing heavily as he shuts himself down. Steve's expecting to have to fight with himself, with the way the power in him wants an outlet, but it simmers back down with little more than a whisper. It's easier than it's ever been before, and he can feel Robin's pride whispering through him.

Steve looks up, just in time to see Eddie pointing his gun at Hargrove.

“Don't,” Steve says, stepping between Eddie and Hargrove.

It isn't the same as when he stood between them last time.

For one, Billy Hargrove isn't exactly conscious. For another - Steve doesn't care about Hargrove himself, not the way every part of his being screamed at him to protect Eddie. The only reason Steve's standing here at all is for Max.

“He'll tell Creel,” Eddie says. “You know if he's still alive, if he gets back to him, we're finished.”

“We're finished here either way,” Steve points out. “And Billy Hargrove isn't our decision to make. It belongs to someone else.”

Eddie looks at him searchingly, for a long moment. “If not you, then who?”

It's a fair demand.

As far as the general public knows, as far as Henry Creel knows - the rivalry between Billy Hargrove and Steve Harrington is as intimate as it is intense. Steve would be lying if he pretended like he didn't know that there was a fan favorite theory that there was something more behind their fights.

But it's never been true. Steve's only ever hated Hargrove for what he did to Lucas and Max.

“Come with me,” Steve says. “And I'll introduce you to her.”

Eddie's eyes are dark, unreadable.

Except -

Except.

Except Steve can read into them, can read hesitancy, longing, hope.

He reaches out, snags Eddie's hand, links their fingers together.

“Come with me,” Steve says again. “And I'll protect you.”

“Okay,” Eddie says, soft and almost surprised. “Okay.”

#steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie fic #robin buckley #stobin #dustin henderson #pre steddie #cyberpunk au #but also kind of a gladiator au and a dystopian resistance au?#yeah i have no idea what this is #meant to be a one-shot but i might do a few more

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daisysliv · 2 years

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i got you | steve harrington

word count: 3952

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: instead of max being cursed by vecna, it's you

warnings: light swearing, angst, mentions of suicide, fluff if you squint

notes: recently got into stranger things and steve harrington is quickly taking over my very being, plus i finished s4 a few days ago and needed to write this!! hope you like! not edited so all errors are my own

📼 cant take my eyes off you 📼

library

stranger things bookshelf

You’re just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off of you

“This is for you,” I handed a brown envelope to my best friend, his name scribbled on the front in my normal chicken scratch. He looked at me, confusion written into his features but I ignored it and looked away. Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, I passed another envelope to Max, Dustin, and then Lucas, each of them taking it from my hand hesitantly, the same confusion written in their features as Steve. “Oh, and these are for Robin, Will, El, and Mike so if you could… give it to them if you can ever contact them again.”

I handed four more envelopes off to Steve, who pulled them from my hand slowly. “What is this?” His eyes softened as he stared at me.

“It's um…” I hesitated to tell them but knew that I needed to. They would find out anyway soon so there was no harm in me telling them. “a fail-safe. For after. Just in case they… things don't work out.”

As much as I trusted Nancy and Robin, this plan of theirs was faulty. There was a higher chance of it not working than it actually working so I held no high hopes. If they found a way to save me from Vecna then great! But if not then I had letters full of all the things I needed to say but wouldn't be able to. I wanted to believe it would go off without a hitch but when has anything worked out in my favor? Almost never.

There was a small part of me that held high hopes but I didn't let it show. I couldn't let it show.

Steve stood from the couch and rounded the coffee table, never taking his eyes off of me. “It's gonna work.” He says so softly that I could feel my heart crack in my chest and I have to force back my tears. “It will work.” He sounded like he was convincing himself more than me.

I only nodded, knowing that if I spoke I wouldn't be able to hold in my sobs anymore and I refused to let him or the kids see me cry. Mainly the kids. I didn't need to alert them of how terrified I actually was of dying. They didn't need to know that every bone and cell in my body trembled with fear with every passing second.

“I wanna visit my mom and I need you to drive.” I turn to grab my bag, shoving the letter for my mom into it and sling it over my shoulder. Steve looks like he wants to protest but decides against it and pulls his keys out of his jacket pocket.

Without waiting, I rush outside and feverishly wipe at my face to get rid of the tears that forced their way out. I was leaning against Steve’s car, waiting patiently for them to come out when I heard the sounds of a clock chiming in the distance.

No.

Slowly turning my head, I could see the grandfather clock near the fence, its hands getting closer and closer to the twelve. I was running out of time and it was becoming increasingly more obvious.

God, I hope Robin and Nancy were making headway and knew how to save me. Dying at nineteen is not what I had planned. I had so many things I wanted to do and places I wanted to see but if I died tonight, I wouldn't get that chance. I wasn't okay with that and I was not okay with Vecna taking that away from me.

Turning my attention away from the clock, I met eyes with a frowning Steve. He didn't want to do this, I could tell, he just wanted to keep me inside and safe but that was the thing… nowhere was safe. Not outside or inside.

“Where are the kids?” I asked when I noticed that they weren't climbing into the backseat, fighting over who had to sit in the middle.

“Far from you.” He sneered, his words cutting through me like ice. “You honestly believe I’d let them near you after everything? Being near you would kill them.”

I stumbled back, staring at him in shock, his eyes dark and cold. This wasn't happening. He wouldn't say that to me ever. Especially today.

“What are you–? Steve, what are you talking about?”

“Don't you get it yet? Everything that had happened– everyone that has died or left, was all because of you. You make everyone around you miserable.” I shook my head, not believing anything that was being said. “Why do you think your mom killed herself and your dad left? It’s because they couldn't stand you.”

My heart dropped. This wasn't Steve… no, he would never say that. He wouldn't…

Steve has never done anything to hurt me on purpose and he wouldn't start now. “This isn't Steve.” I mumbled, squeezing my eyes shut and willing myself to wake up from this vision.

I felt hands squeeze my shoulders and pushed back causing me to lose balance and fall against Steve’s car. “Your time is out, Y/N.”

“No! No!” I shouted and pulled my legs up to my chest, my hands covering my ears.

“Y/N!” I snapped my eyes open to find Steve– my Steve staring back at me, his eyes wide with panic. “You're okay, you're okay,” He repeated when he noticed my frazzled state, helping me up from where I was sitting on the ground and pulling me into his chest.

You’d be like Heaven to touch

I wanna hold you so much

At long last love has arrived

And I thank God I'm alive

We arrived at the cemetery where my mother was buried just on the outskirts of town and I was quick to exit the car. I made it a few feet from the car when I heard Steve calling my name.

“Steve, please, just wait in the car.”

“Just wait. Y/N, please.” He pleads with me and takes a couple steps until he is standing right in front of me. “Just listen to me, please.” I don't say anything and he takes it as a sign to speak. “I know something happened back at the Wheeler's before we left. Was it Vecna?”

“No, I'm… I'm fine, Steve. I mean, as fine as someone who's about to die can be, at least.” I fiddled with the strap of my bag, looking down at the ground for a moment.

I couldn't handle him staring at me with those big eyes full of terror and confusion and hurt. I could handle a lot of things but seeing the way he looked at me wasn't something I could do today. If I somehow didn't die then maybe I could look him in the eyes again.

“You know you can talk to me. Right?” He asks softly.

“I know.”

“Then why… Why are you pushing me away? Especially today when all I want is to be near you and make sure you're safe.” He pulls his letter out from his back pocket. “Look, I don't need a letter. I don't want a letter. I just want my best friend to talk to me. I'm right here so please, just talk to me.”

I bite my bottom lip, not knowing what to say to him. What could I possibly say to make everything seem like it's okay? There was nothing because nothing was okay. Everything was a mess and my best friend was begging me to talk to him but I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to. I couldn't tell him everything if I was just gonna die in the next few hours, it wouldn't be fair to him. To me.

“If Robin and Nance find a way to save me then I’ll tell you everything I wrote in that letter and more, okay? Just, for now, wait in the car. I won't be long.”

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off you

Pardon the way I stare

There's nothing else to compare

I sat cross legged in front of the headstone that read my mother’s name and pulled the letter I wrote her out of my pocket. I slowly opened the envelope and pulled out the single sheet of paper that said everything I needed to say. Gently unfolding the paper, I spoke, “Hey, mom. I'm sorry it's been a while, things here… they've been crazy. But uh, I don't know, I guess I wanted to stop by and tell you how much I miss you. Because I do, like, a lot. Every day I think of you and wonder what my life would look like if you didn't die so soon.” I smiled sadly and adjusted my position so I sat on my knees. It wasn't the most comfortable but my feet were beginning to fall asleep.

Taking a deep breath, I looked down at the paper and began reciting my words. “I often wonder how my life would've turned out if you had stayed with me a little longer. I imagine that we would've left Hawkins and you would've gotten that job you always wanted and met someone who could make you happy– happier than what you were. I liked to think that everything would be better but the truth is… I'm right where I'm supposed to be. I miss you like crazy and life hasn't been easy without you but I have the best friends I could ask for, even if most of them are children.” I pause to wipe away my tears. “I have Steve, Dustin, Max, Lucas, Will, Mike, Robin, Nancy, and El by my side, though El and Will live in California now, they're still two of my favorite people. I think you’d like El, she's a lot like you, Mom. Always finding a way to make the people around her happy like you did. She's just… she's the little sister I never got. Anyways… Granny is still as crazy as ever but misses you so much. She comes whenever she can but it's getting harder for her to move around. I think… I think she'll be joining you wherever you are soon, which hurts to think about but she's ready. I know she is. Pop is… gone. He left a while ago and we haven't heard from him. Granny was heartbroken but she's doing better. Uh… I finished high school and I'm taking the year to figure out what I want to do like you always told me I could. Granny isn't happy about it but she understands. And…” I look around, taking another deep breath to steady myself.

It was always hard to visit my mom's grave knowing that I could've done something to save her. If I had just stayed home that night like she wanted me to instead of going to Steve’s, she would probably still be here.

“Some things are happening now and I'm really scared… like, really scared. I don't want to die, Mom. I don't want to leave these people but if I do, I hope I get to see you again. I love you, Mom, and I should’ve said it more and I'm sorry I didn't. And I'm sorry I didn't stay home that night like you wanted. I should've and I'm so fucking sorry. Love your daughter, Y/N.” I wiped under my eyes and sucked in a breath of air while I folded the letter and placed it back in the envelope. I moved to place it on the ground when the sky above me turned gray.

I looked around in terror and heard the familiar sound of a clock chiming and a terrifying laugh followed by the sound of my name. I turned towards the source and saw my mom walking towards me, her wrists dripping with blood. I stood from the ground and gulped in fear.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear those words. But that's not true, is it, my sweet girl? You had a bad feeling all day and yet… you still left. Maybe you knew what I was going to do and didn't care enough. Maybe you wanted me gone.” She took a step closer and I backed away.

“Mom, that's not… that's not true.” I sobbed.

My blood was cold and my bones were trembling. She wasn't here. This is Vecna. This isn't… it isn't real.

“That's why you left the house that night. It's okay, you can admit it. There's no more need to hide the truth.” She continued, taking big strides forward while I continued to walk backwards trying to tell her it wasn't true.

I didn't want her to die. She was my favorite person on the planet but Steve and I had been planning a night out for so long that I left despite her begging me to stay. God, I should've stayed. I never should have left.

Why couldn't I be a good daughter and stay home? It was a simple request and I fought her on staying home. I left for the entire night and when I got home…she was lying in her bed with her wrists slit and a note on her bedside table. It wouldn't have happened if I just stayed.

Maybe it was my fault.

Maybe a part of me knew and wanted her gone but that wasn't…. That couldn't be it. There was no way I could have known, there were no warning signs but I was barely home that year so I couldn't have seen them even if I tried.

“You can tell me, sweet girl. You can tell me how much you wanted me gone…”

“No, it's not true, I swear.” I backed up in a tree and screwed my eyes shut. This wasn't real.

Wake up, Y/N… come on, wake up.

I felt my mom’s breath hit my cheek and let out a sob opening my eyes but instead of my mom being in front of me, it was blue eyes staring at me and a large charred hand reaching out to grab me. I ducked and ran.

There had to be a way out.

I saw a flicker of red and slowed to a walk. It was like a storm but there wasn't any rain, instead there were floating pieces of a house and I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

“What are you doing here?” A demonic voice asked, sending a shiver down my spine. I ignored it and kept walking but sped up my pace until I reached what looked like a burnt down forest with a few trees left standing and looked around.

I walked closer to the tree in front of me and let out a gut wrenching scream when I saw Chrissy Cunningham’s body trapped in a tree, her bones clearly broken and her mouth wide open in a scream. I fell back as I stumbled and found myself leaning back against another tree, looking up I saw a body in a similar position to Chrissy’s but this was a man. It was Fred Benson, a senior with Nancy who died yesterday.

“Do you like my collection? You'll be joining them very soon.”

Vecna.

I scrambled up onto my feet and took off in the other direction but a vine wrapped itself around my ankle pulling me back to the ground and dragging me until it threw me into a tree. A vine wrapped around my throat, choking me while I struggled to break free from the ones wrapped around my wrists.

A soft melody began to ring in my ears but I was too focused on Vecna’s approaching figure but the sound of Steve yelling my name made me tear my eyes away from the demon in front of me. I watched as hole opened up in the red sky and saw my friends crouching next to my body, yelling at me to wake up.

“We’re right here! Y/N, come on!” I heard Steve shout, the melody that was ringing in my ears became increasingly louder and I recognized it to be my favorite song.

The sight of you leaves me weak

There are no words left to speak

“They can't help you, Y/N.” Vecna turned his head away from the opening and sneered, “there's a reason you hide from them.”

But if you feel what I feel

Please let me know that it's real

The vine tightened around my neck and I gasped for the air I desperately needed. “You belong here. With me.”

“You aren't here.” I rasped, tearing my eyes away from the opening I wanted to run to so badly. I didn't want to be here anymore. I wanted to be out there with my friends and tell Steve all the things I needed to say.

I needed to tell him that I have been desperately in love with him for as long as I could remember and I couldn't die before I got that chance. I wrote it all in the letter but I really didn't want him to find out when I'm dead.

“Oh, but, I am.” The vines tightened. “I am.” He reached his claw-like hands out to my face and I tried to lean back.

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off you

I could faintly hear my friends shouting my name, begging me to wake up and I felt more tears slip from my eyes. Vecna’s hand got closer to my face and I could see the opening between the space in his fingers, my body was floating and the others were trying to drag me back down but I was too far up.

The time to wake up was now.

I thought of the conversation I had with Steve before I went to my mom's grave. I thought of the way my heart broke when I saw his eyes lined with unshed tears and the terror he was hiding. I thought of the first day I met him when I was six and how big he smiled when I asked if he wanted to be my friend and share my snacks since he was sitting alone at recess with nothing. I thought of the middle school dance when I was all alone during a slow dance and he left his date to dance with me. It was the moment I knew I loved him and that I would for a lifetime.

I love you, baby

And if it's quite alright

I thought of when I first met the kids. They had been running from some people from Hawkin’s lab and came pounding on my front door begging me to let them in and I did. They were so grateful and kept coming around. It was annoying at first but then I realized I didn't mind it as much as I once did.

I need you, baby

To warm a lonely night

I thought of when I took Max and El out shopping when they were pissed at Mike and Lucas. She wasn't supposed to be out in public like that for her protection but I knew she would be safe and that she needed to get out of that cabin for a couple hours. She had her first sleepover that night and she was so happy.

I love you, baby

Trust me when I say

I thought of when I first met Robin. We got acquainted quickly considering we were trapped in a secret russian base trying to find out what they were planning. She quickly became one of my best friends.

Steve and I kept trying to help her find a girlfriend but it was proving to be hard but it was fun to annoy her with.

Oh, pretty baby

Don't bring me down I pray

I could feel the life slipping out of me but I needed to keep going. I had to keep going.

Steve crossed my thoughts again. This time it was a memory of when we had our first fight. It was something so stupid but I couldn't help but pick a fight over it because I was jealous. I was jealous of how much time he was spending with Nancy despite them dating.

Like I said, it was stupid.

We didn't talk for days after and it hurt. It hurt like hell not having him to talk to everyday even if it was for a little bit. A little bit I could handle but never? That was something I couldn't handle.

I closed my eyes tightly and let all my favorite memories of my friends flash through my head.

Hearing them shout my name through the opening again laced with more desperation than before gave me the strength I needed to rip at Vecna’s neck causing him to let me go as he stumbled back in pain with a shout. I fell to the ground and forced myself into my feet, running as quickly as I could. I didn't want to spend another second here.

The melody ringing in my ears picked up as I ran and dodged the falling bricks that were aimed at me. I nearly got hit a couple of times but I forced myself to continue running.

My knees started to burn but I couldn't stop. I was too close. I was almost out.

Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay

Oh, pretty baby, trust in me when I say…

The closer I got, I could see Steve frantically reaching for me with tears streaming down his cheeks as he screamed my name, begging me to come back to him. My heart clenched and I ran faster than I ever had in my life.

Suddenly I felt myself falling and my ass hit the ground as arms wrapped themselves tightly around me. I breathe in the familiar scent of Steve’s cologne followed by the soothing sound of voice. “I got you. I got you, love.”

I let out a sob and held onto his forearm with my hands, gripping tightly like he was my lifeline. I felt the others put their hands on my legs, they were either laughing or crying or both but I didn't want to open my eyes, scared that I would be back in that place with Vecna.

“I got you,” Steve murmured once more and I felt his lips press against my head and I squeezed his arm tighter.

“We should get going. Robin and Nancy are meeting us back at the house.” Dustin spoke up, breaking the silence that fell upon our group. The hands that were on my legs left and I reluctantly opened my eyes just in time for Steve to slowly remove his arms from around me and start standing.

I stood slowly, brushing off the dirt from my pants and took a moment to collect myself.

“Let’s get outta here.” Steve grabbed my hand and let me lean against him as we walked back to the car with Can't Take My Eyes Off You still playing through my walkman and my eyes heavy with exhaustion. My muscles ached beyond belief but it was proof that I survived.

I may have survived Vecna today but I knew it was far from over.

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You're my best friend

✨Eddie in love with his best friend (fem!reader), feelings of inadequacy, fluff, comfort, light angst✨

"Damsel I'm back!!!! It's so excruciating going grocery shopping..."

It's the melodramatic entrance and the small pout at the end of his sentence as he kicks off his stinky shoes that makes you chuckle.

"Glad you survived Edds."

You two used to talk at school and were on good terms. After he failed to graduate twice you became classmates and got so so so so so close. The truth is that he always had a crush on you, but regardless of that your friendship is real and runs deep.

When you were looking for a place to stay after deciding you needed some time away from your family, Eddie told you that you can stay with him -his uncle is barely at home anyway- as long as you do the cooking. Least to say, you accepted the offer.

You listen to him playing his electric guitar, he keeps you company while you study, you have laughed and cried together. He doesn't mind you're not a complete freak like him, but more of a black sheep at school. There have been rumours you're dating and at first you liked being dramatic about it. Unfortunately for him, you're actually dating someone now so the "being dramatic about it" has stopped. Eddie doesn't enjoy your romantic interest taking your attention away from him, but he respects you too much to say anything that could even remotely throw you off.

You are roommates, you have your rules, your movie nights... and he's a gift from God you can't lie. He has learnt and accepted your every little quirk and peculiarity.

Sometimes you make hot chocolate and play Scrabble with Dustin and him. Sometimes you play with his hair while he's stoned. He has significantly cut down on smoking all this shit since you moved in.

Eddie isn't the jealous type, but the pit at his stomach envious type, the delicate disappointment that he can't have you the way others do type.

You'll be his first and last kiss.

Eddie drives you everywhere with his trashy car. He's the best company you could have ever asked for. You love your friend. You wish more people could see him the way you do.

The night is uneventful with you falling asleep on the couch as per usual. In the morning, Eddie wakes you up by ruffling your already messy hair and singing "you are my sunshine" in an ear bleeding frequency.

You're too sleepy to care and just stretch, your lack of a bra not going unnoticed. An awkward giggle is all he lets out, but internally he's so grateful for his hair covering his ears. They're burning too intensely for this time of day.

You get ready for school. It's all routine.

After school, you have your shift at the same place Mrs. Wheeler works in. At least it's quiet.

At this point you feel too bored for your own good, not to mention how your date canceled on you a third time in a row. You return home so done with life. Your hero, Eddie, has prepared the hot water just for you. He welcomes you in by telling you that you're late and have missed the DnD match, but he quickly realizes you're not in the mood.

You're so mentally exhausted, fed up and frustrated with your canceled date that you try to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Eddie gets a little hurt because the rules say no pitty fucking amongst pals.

When there's no reaction from him you just pull back and shrug. You won't show how embarrassed you actually feel. Not in this already pitiful state. Eddie knows about the canceled dates.

He does try to move on and get some snacks and a movie ready. He is flustered... your breath was so hot on his face... good thing he has time to shake the feeling off while you shower.

"The grime has been washed off!"

"We can talk about it, ...if you want to that is?"

Eddie is genuinely worried about your emotional state and he makes you open up and even break down in his arms. You have been living in denial but your love interest has been distancing themselves from you.

After this crying session, with you holding onto Eddie's warm body and wetting his Hellfire Club shirt with mascara tears, you put on a horror film. He even lets the fact that you're wearing your now ex's hoodie drop. Even though the revelation makes his chest tighten and his breath canal feel like it's been blocked.

You fall asleen on him.

He can feel the outline of your curves and your breasts pressing against him but the way he's holding you is gentle, like he's afraid you'll break into a thousand small, sharp pieces if he squeezes you too hard. You're even snoring softly, completely drained from all the crying.

At least you can't notice the silent tears running down his face. It's unfair. He's choking up in all the unsaid things. He had to see you crying over someone that doesn't even appreciate you while he was there. Exposed to you, ready to give you all he had.

Is he not your best friend? Who is there painting your nails and giving you scalp massages when your period headaches torment you?

Maybe if his mother hadn't abandoned him he would have been able to ask her for advice. He feels like crap now. Are you really that blind? Do you take him for granted to such an extent as you showed him tonight?

Another morning comes, but insecurities gnaw at Eddie. He can't fake a smile when you yawn and open your eyes, realising you're still wrapped around him.

"You look like shit."

Normally he wouldn't mind your choice of words at all, probably finding something even worse to say to you, but in his fragile state... Eddie snaps.

"It's not funny y/n! Do you think it's funny when someone spends the night sleepless?!"

You tilt your head, your mouth forming a straight line.

"I didn't mean to-"

"Oh no, I don't wanna hear it! Are you really as insensitive as you let out?"

"Edds I... I-"

"Shut up! Just shut up! I can't take it anymore! You have me wrapped around your finger y/n, feeding me hope and baked goodies.. but I've never heard a single I love you Eddie, not a single I actually care for you Eddie... Nothing!"

His big eyes are glassy now, tears threatening to spill down his freshly shaven cheeks. It breaks your heart to see him like this.

"B- but I do... I do love you!"

Your voice cracks as you feel your own eyes swelling up with tears.

"Then prove it! Prove it goddamn it! Wear my hoodies, worry over me for a change... Just please... Please-"

All the energy and anger have vanished from his expression and tone. Your gaze has softened as well and he feels like he's melting under it.

You extend your arms, wrapping them tightly around him. Eddie returns the embrace like you're gonna vanish into thin air if he doesn't hold you close enough to be able to feel your heartbeat against his own.

"Have I been so blind?" you ask without breaking the hug.

"Yes you glorious idiot of a girl..."

The pout... the melodrama. He's okay now. You stay like this for a while, missing your classes but at least settling into the conclusion.

You two belong together.

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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how people can change

steve harrington x gn!byers!reader

word count: 4,427

warnings: swearing, like one use of y/n, mentions of season one steve's bullshit, mentions of death, enemies to friends to more type beat

a/n: my very first *full* steve fic. look at us. who woulda thought? not me. i've been working on this since february. don't look at me, i know. i know. but i think i've gotten some sort of hold on how i'd like to write steve. some of the dialogue (season 2) isn’t mine. (also the title is a lyric from strange by celeste!) let me know what you think, okay? i love you. steve loves you. don't tell me if it's bad.

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November 1984

The door slams behind you with a deafening thud, and you take the extra five seconds to lock it. You know, that action no one else in your family seems to be capable of performing.

The house is quiet, and you step over the map of Hawkins sprawling over the hardwoods, careful not to damage Will’s work.

Your keys clang against the table, knocking into your mother’s ashtray. It’s dead quiet again, and you freeze at a subtle interruption in the silence. There’s a muffled sound coming from somewhere else in your home, and frankly you’ve had enough of everything the last couple of days. Which is why Joyce sent you home to get some sleep, to clear your head.

There’s no denying that you have a soft spot for Will. He’s always been your buddy. And you love Jonathan, you do, and he’s got this sick ability to know what you’re thinking or feeling before you do, but he doesn’t need your protection like Will does.

Will is your best friend. And he’s got one hell of a support system with you, Jonathan and your mom behind him. He deserves the world. You’ve always thought that.

You quickly infer that it’s a walkie making the sound, based on the staticky crackle, the slightly muffled voice of whoever’s trying to get through from the other side.

Yours is off—you know it is—so it has to be Will’s. Jonathan was too good for a walkie-talkie.

You step down the hallway, pushing your younger brother’s bedroom door the rest of the way open. You scan the small area for it, listening.

“Code red! This is a code red! I repeat, this is a good red! Shit, is anyone there?”

You snatch up the device, extending the antenna.

“Dustin? Is that you?”

“Jesus christ! Where have you been?” Dustin exclaims, and you swear you can hear someone else interfering with his words.

“Sorry! I wasn’t home. What’s wrong?” You sit on the edge of Will’s bed. It’s so much comfier than yours.

“It’s Dart! He’s, he’s just…you know what? It’s a long story. Where are you right now?”

This time you definitely hear another voice, and maybe even music.

“Dart? You kept him, right? I fucking knew it, Henderson! You’re so not a good liar.”

“That’s for sure.” You can’t place the voice, not over the walkie and over Dustin’s rambling, but you do catch that and it’s enough to leave you curious.

The boy starts to argue back, but you cut him off. “Dustin, who are you with?”

“Uh,” he coughs, “Well you see, um…Steve Harrington. I’m with Steve Harrington.”

Dustin gets a severe eye roll from said partner-in-crime, but he brushes it off.

“What?” You’re so confused. How did that even happen?

“I know! But everyone’s been MIA!”

“Oh my god,” you say, and Dustin can practically see you face-palming.

“Look,” he shoves a handful of rogue curls back under the brim of his hat. “Can you just meet up with us? The old junkyard?”

You push off of Will’s bed, and start walking through the house again, retrieving your things. So much for a nap or eating anything other than hospital Jell-O. What are you gonna say? Fuck no?

“Yeah, yeah, I'll be there as soon as I can.”

“Thank god,” Dustin breathes. “See you then. Over.”

You make sure to check the batteries in Will’s walkie before you go, and then you’re back in your car again, backing out just as aggressively as your mother (something you said you’d never do).

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“Yeah, Farrah Fawcett. You tell anyone I just told you that, and your ass is grass you’re dead, Henderson. Do you understand?”

“Yep.”

“Okay.”

Dustin goes quiet for a minute, watching each step he takes. The train tracks are old, and there are one too many loose nails for his liking. “So what’s Y/N got against you, man?”

Steve adjusts one of the gloves he’s wearing, trying not to think about the fact that he’s gonna smell like raw meat for who knows how long. “Uh, I don’t know, exactly. Never really talked to them before. But I’d assume it’s the–”

“The assholery?” Dustin interrupts.

“Dude.”

“What? It’s true.”

“No, yeah, you’re right.”

Dustin catches the slip in Steve’s attitude almost immediately. “Hey, they’re good, okay? I don’t think you’re a total dick, if that means anything. You’re trying and that’s what matters, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah, we will. Thanks, Henderson.”

Dustin gives Steve a winning smile. This kid could rule the world, he thinks.

“Anytime,” Harrington. He lifts his hand up, awaiting a fist bump that Steve returns without a second thought.

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You wander down the trail of raw meat you’ve found, not bothering to even question what's happening or where the meat came from. Frankly, you don’t really want to know.

At the end of your path, you catch a glimpse of familiar curls, even if they are crushed under the red brim of a hat.

“Dustin?”

The boy practically gives himself whiplash turning around to face you.

“Holy shit, I’m so glad you’re here. It’ll be nice to have someone older than me who’s not a total pain in the ass.”

“Hey, I heard that.”

The voice pulls your attention away from Dustin. When you look up, Steve Harrington is walking out of the biggest vehicle in this abandoned lot: a school bus. He’s wiping his hands on his jeans and pushing the ends of his sleeves up.

Dustin looks at you. “You guys have to be acquaintances at the least, right?”

You nod at him, feeling your face burn. If there’s a word for a less-than-acquaintance, you don’t know it. But that’s probably where your relationship with this boy lies. King Steve isn’t really someone you just miss.

But yeah, you know him. You know he’s a dick.

“Hi.” Steve pushes his sunglasses up into his hair and crosses his arms.

“Hi.”

You only look at him for a moment before your eyes are back on Dustin. The younger boy notices the tension radiating from you, and honestly, he gets it. Steve Harrington wasn’t exactly the person he’d planned on spending his day with, but here he was. Desperate times call for desperate measures or whatever.

“So what are we doing?” You ask.

Dustin puts his thumbs underneath the straps of his backpack, bouncing on the balls of his feet a little. “It’s a long story. Best if we talk while we work.”

You roll your eyes at him, but follow the thirteen-year-old wherever he wants to go. You’re not sure you could deny Dustin Henderson anything.

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You watch as Max, a young girl you’ve just met, stomps up the steps of the ladder you’ve rigged inside the mess of a bus that you’re camped out in.

Your chest aches because what Dustin just said to her was rude, it was rude, and you can’t believe the two of them. You sit, arms crossed and leg shaking up and down, glaring at Steve.

You find it hard to believe that after everything you’ve learned tonight, about Dart, about Mews—which you’re never going to get over because you only visit Dustin’s house for his cat, never him—that this is what they’re doing now.

“That’s good,” Steve says. “Just show her you don’t care.”

Dustin is pacing, hands deep in his pockets. “I don’t,” he breathes.

Steve winks. Watching the two of them is like watching a tennis match. You don’t even like tennis.

“Why are you winking, Steve?”

You drag your hand down your face, sick of hearing this stupid ass conversation. When Dustin sits, the constant clink of metal where Steve keeps flicking his lighter open over and over starts to give you a headache.

“Fuck, Steve, would you quit it already?”

He scoffs, snapping the lid to his Zippo closed harder than he had been before. “What’s your problem?”

“You’re pissing me off, that’s my problem.”

Steve’s brow furrows. He doesn’t really understand the sudden need for aggression.

“Is this really the time for you to be yelling at me?”

“Is this really the time for you to be a dick?”

Dustin jerks the antenna on his walkie down, clearly sick of the two of you. “Would you children stop bickering? This is a life or death situation we have going on here.”

“I’d prefer death,” you proclaim.

Dustin glares at you. “I can arrange that if you’d really rather die, than act civil for one evening.”

“I think all of the civility,” you gesture vaguely with your hands, “went out the window when you asked me to come help fight demo-dogs.”

Steve snorts at your words, and you glare at him, an “oh, is that funny?” look on your face.

Dustin rearranges the hat on his head, stuffing his curls underneath it once again. “Alright. I’m gonna go check on our status, you two…work shit out, okay?”

“Dude,” Steve starts, “I’m older than you. I don’t have to listen to your instructions.” He gestures vaguely with his hands.

Dustin flips him off, and that’s the only response Steve receives, leaving the two of you alone in the bus.

You remain quiet, hoping that if you do you might just disappear or dissolve into the cracked leather of the seat you're sitting on. Then there really wouldn’t be any form of confrontation.

Steve starts flipping the lid to his Zippo open and shut repeatedly again, but this time it doesn’t annoy you. In fact, it gives you something to focus on, and you know that if you had one you’d be doing the same exact thing.

You wonder if he’s nervous. Or just bored.

Your knee begins to bounce when you realize that he’s looking at you, that he’s stopped messing with the lighter. But you refuse to look back, staring instead at the way the moonlight glints off of the metal in between his fingers.

“So what’s your problem with me?”

The way Steve says those words is so unlike the way he’s spoken the rest of the day, the way he’s behaved with Dustin, that you feel a pang in your chest.

He sounds like he used to.

“Did you even hear that? How conceded you just sounded? Like it’s funny that I might have a problem with you, king Steve?”

Obviously the use of his nickname hits a nerve. He shoves the lighter back into his pocket and sits up, tucking his hands under his knees.

“Would you just cut the shit and tell me what your problem is then?”

You sit up, matching his stance. There’s a part of you that wants to piss him off. You ache for it.

“You’re a dick, that’s my problem.”

Steve scoffs.

“That’s it? Like I don’t already know that?”

You roll your eyes, oblivious to the fact that all three of the younger kids you’re with have their heads hung over the escape latch in the top of the bus, listening eagerly.

“You think I’m just gonna put up with you, Harrington? I’m sorry, did you forget the slut shaming you and your shitty friends did publicly last fall? Because I sure as hell didn’t. I didn’t forget that you walk around like you fucking own the entirety of Hawkins because you’re swimming in daddy’s money. I didn’t forget that your girlfriend took my best friend away from me.”

You stop, and Steve just looks at you. You realize how heavy you’re breathing and subconsciously watch the steady movement of his chest, trying to match the pace and calm down. You hadn’t meant to get worked up like that. But sometimes…sometimes shit just happens.

Steve sighs. Honestly he feels a little sick. And he could argue with you some more, say that you don’t know what you’re talking about, that that’s the past, that he’s getting better. But that feels shallow. It feels meaningless. Because he knows it’s true. That in worrying about only himself or getting the girl or impressing whoever, he hurt loads more people than he realized.

It’s such bullshit, he thinks. This life he’s been living.

“You know, I’ve gotten plenty of earfuls about my actions from Dustin, I promise you that much. He can be very mean.”

You snort, considering there’s absolutely no denying that. “He’s a smart kid.”

Steve nods. He’s trying to think of a way to respond. He’s not good with words.

“Look, I-I know I’m a dick, okay?” he starts. You decide to be brave and look at him. He seems to like that. The eye contact. It’s like it lets him know you’re paying attention. He doesn’t get a lot of that, not away from school.

“The thing with Nancy,” he gestures with his hands, looking away from you and at the wall of the bus, like it hurts him to talk about or something. “I don’t know. My solution to not getting what I wanted was apparently to take it out on her. Tommy H. proposed the idea, and I didn’t stop it.”

“You know I cleaned it off, right?” he continues.

You uncross your arms and sit up, criss crossing your legs instead. “No. I didn’t know that.”

“It’s okay. It’s not like I broadcasted the information across Hawkins. Tommy and Carol don’t even know.”

Oh. The fact that they didn’t know tells you that he did it without needed recognition. He did it because he wanted to.

“I just—she saw it. And then there was the whole thing…”

You start to grin before you catch yourself, but he sees it.

“It’s okay, you can laugh. I got the shit beat out of me.”

“You deserved it.”

He can’t argue with that. He won’t argue with it. “You’re right. I did. I said and did a lot that day that I regret.”

You nod, and then you’re both just looking at one another. It’s quiet out here, the same quiet you get at home, where you can hear the crickets, where you know there will be lightning bugs in the warmer months, free to roam uninterrupted by human activity.

Steve pushes his hair from his forehead, and though he sees you track the movement of his hand, he doesn’t point it out.

“What did you mean about your friend?”

If you’re being honest with yourself, you hadn’t intended for that to come out, but being in such close proximity to Steve in this moment had just made everything spill out.

You try to wave him off. “That was a whole thing. I didn’t mean to spill my guts like that.”

“No, it’s okay, I want to know. If you want to tell me, that is.”

You nod, chewing at your thumb nail now. Steve has the urge to reach forward and pull it free so you won’t hurt yourself, but he doesn’t. Instead he stays still and quiet, watching you contemplate a while.

Eventually he decides to keep going.

“I’m trying, you know,” he tells you. You look up and it gives him that little push to continue speaking. “To be better. I know you think I’m a total dick, and you’re not wrong, I know that, but I really am trying to be better. To be a good influence on those little shits.” He quirks his head upwards where he knows all three of his charges are eavesdropping, without a doubt.

You take a second and look at him. Really look at him. He seems to carry himself differently, though it’s not something you’d notice if you weren’t looking. He’s not dressed like his mommy picked out his outfit. He looks messy. The mess draws you in.

“I believe you. And I-I know I shouldn’t stereotype you, but it’s just—”

“I am a walking stereotype,” Steve grins. So do you.

“Yeah. I guess so. But I believe that you’re working on it. I suppose some people don’t remain assholes forever.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, though a little distracted. You still haven’t told you what you meant, but that’s not what’s really bugging him.

There’s this pull inside him. This longing for a friend. A real friend. Not someone he knows just because their dads were up each other's asses, or someone he just sits with at lunch because they’re of the same status quo.

And he just feels so alone right now. What with Nancy, this girl he thought he was in love with and everything, but clearly she doesn’t feel the same. What’s he even supposed to do with that? Did he ever actually know anything about her?

It doesn’t matter.

What matters is that he’s sitting here with you, hanging out with thirteen-year-olds and hiding from creatures Steve’s brain can’t even begin to decipher.

“Barb,” you say. Steve panicked a little internally at the mention of her name, considering. But he keeps his eyes on you, focused on each word that leaves your mouth. “She was my best friend, in middle school that is.”

He nods. Oh. Oh.

“We were still close when we got to high school, had a little group and everything, right? And even though high school kinda fucks everything up, I didn’t want to believe that would happen to our little partnership, you know?”

He nods again, trying his best to pay attention. He’s trying harder than he ever has in school. He probably shouldn’t ever say that out loud.

“Anyways, she was my best friend. She was all I knew, and then we got to lovely Hawkins High, and she met Nancy. Nancy and I never really clicked, even when we tried. I guess it’s because I’ve always thought she was a pretentious bitch—sorry, Steve—but I don’t know. We just fell apart after that.”

“So Barb had Nancy and I had…no one. And the way my brain saw it was Nancy took my best friend from me, and then Nancy started seeing you, and so I saw those two from across the cafeteria, lounging with the popular kids. With you. And then she died.”

Steve is looking at you in a way he’s never looked at you before. Like he’s in awe of you. And it’s not anything negative. It’s warm. Understanding. Like something you’ve said has straightened something out in his brain, sorted something he couldn’t figure out on his own.

“S-so it was like we took her from you, in a way?” he asks.

“Yeah. And you didn’t. God, you didn’t. But it just felt like this…” you trail off, searching for the right words.

“Domino effect?”

“Yeah! Yeah. Exactly. And it’s not your fault, not at all. But I guess I already saw you as some dickish rich kid and that gave me another reason to stay the fuck away from you. And now that I’m saying it out loud I realize how awful it sounds because people change, you know?”

“No, I get it. I’ve been an asshole, and I’m sure I still am—Dustin can attest to that—but there are rich assholes that don’t change or probably won’t ever change. I know a few of them.”

You go quiet again. Steve doesn’t want you to stop talking. He’s starting to think he likes the sound of your voice.

“It’s good that you’re changing, Steve. I’m sorry I said you were such a dick.”

A breathy laugh leaves his throat. “It’s okay, I promise. I’m sorry for…everything.”

“Maybe we can make a truce or something. Start over. It’s not like we really know each other that well anyhow.”

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s cool. Whatever you want.” He means that. He thinks he’d do whatever you wanted him to.

“Okay. Maybe we can just try and figure it out.”

“I’d like that,” Steve says. He stops himself from proclaiming that he wants to try and fix this with you. Because you’re listening to him. You’re not mad. He doesn’t want you to disappear on him after this.

You give him a small smile and he swears he might cry. Not that that feeling lasts.

“Hey!” Dustin is leaning down into the bus, hands clasped together. “I’m so glad we’ve got this handled, but we’ve got a code red, so let’s get this show on the road, yeah?”

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June 1985

The door to the back room swings open, a frazzled boy rushing in. You drop your candy wrapper on the table, and Robin keeps talking about the girl that you missed coming in this morning. She was “such a babe.”

“Hello?” Steve stands in front of the both of you, hands on his hips. You have to fight back a laugh.

Your eyes find Steve’s immediately, and you swear they soften, but maybe you’re imagining it. You nudge Robin’s leg where your foot is propped up on one of the supports under her chair.

She stops flailing and looks up, seeing Steve’s hand raised where he’d been about to snap to get her attention. She quirks a brow. “Don’t you snap at me, Harrington! This is important shit.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Could you two come and help me? I’m dying out here!”

It’s one of the hottest days of the year, and Scoops has had a line since it opened at ten.

You look at your watch. “My shift doesn’t start for…fifteen minutes.” He rolls his eyes at you, though the gesture is void of any malice it could possibly hold.

“Yeah, well this is supposed to be my break, so get out there, Buckley!”

She stands, though she’s pouting. “Come on.”

“You took the job,” he says, shoving her through the door. Robin gives him a look that you can’t see, but you can practically feel it from across the small room.

Steve lets out an exaggerated sigh, ripping off the hat he’s been wearing and throwing it on the table in front of you.

You watch him rummage through a bag before he emerges from its depths with a banana and throws himself down in the chair across from you, lifting your leg up from where you’d moved it to occupy the seat Robin had abandoned. His hand is warm on the bare skin of your calf, and he shifts the chair some, laying your leg across both of his.

“Steve.”

“Huh?” He peels the banana, aggressively fast actually, and rips off a chunk, popping it into his mouth.

“Why do you have a banana?”

He meets your eyes. “Snack, duh.” He chews, and then gestures at the closed window. “Been working up a sweat out there I think I deserve a break.”

You grin at him, and he feels like he might hit the floor.

“Want some?” Steve pulls off a chunk and holds it out to you.

“Did you wash your hands?”

He gasps, mid-chew, and forces himself to swallow. “D-did I—yes, I washed my hands, mom, I’m not four.”

“Eh,” Robin’s voice breaks your little bubble. She’s pulled the window open–that way she can eavesdrop– propping herself up on her elbows.

That makes you laugh, and when you smile your cheek is full of banana and Steve swears something is breaking inside of him.

“Gang up on me then why don’t you,” he says, handing you the last piece he’s got left. He tosses the peel in the trash, “what do you want anyhow, Robin?”

“Your break is up, and her shift has started. Let’s get to slinging ice cream, shitheads!”

You wipe your hands on your shorts and hop up. Steve doesn’t move, just looks at you.

“C’mon, Steven. It’ll be lunch sooner than later.”

He grins. His eyes look tired and you wonder if he slept any last night. He told you once recently that he doesn’t always sleep well, that sometimes he has to listen to tapes in order to keep his head from being so busy, to keep the thoughts from being so loud.

Steve has told you a lot since last fall. There’s a significant bit more that you know that’s more than what he’s given Robin, but you know he’ll let her in. He just needs the time.

Though sometimes you think he might be giving you everything. The parts of himself he’s never shown anyone else. Because you’ve been such a good listener, and Steve’s never really had that before.

He wishes he had the balls to tell you more. But he can’t fuck it up this time. Not with you. You’re too good.

Steve is your best friend now. You know that. He knows it.

If yourself from a year ago could see you now, she’d probably knock your fucking teeth in. But he’s just so much more than you thought. You’re not sure you’ll ever forgive yourself for not thinking there could be more in him, though he’s told you not to be upset. You’ve told him the same when he berates himself for not having paid you more attention in school.

It’s the past. You can’t live there. And today, you’re scooping ice cream for pre-sticky kids, for shitty pay, but it doesn’t matter because you have him. You have Robin.

You stick out your hand, and Steve takes it without a second thought. His palm engulfs yours, skin warm and a little calloused.

“We can watch whatever you want tonight.”

He squeezes your hand. You and Robin are supposed to have a sleepover with him tonight. He suggested he sleep in a guest room and you two have his bed, but Robin said she needs to be cuddled. You said you’re not letting him sleep anywhere but his bed.

“I thought you wanted to watch Girls Just Want to Have Fun.”

“I always wanna watch that. But you can pick first, Stevie.”

Stevie. His stomach flips at that. You don’t let it out often, but when you do it’s like Steve might just die right there.

He straightens, deal clearly made, and you pull him up–not that you need to.

You push through the door with him, and immediately regret it. It’s like the soccer moms can smell your fear, and you know it.

“Breathe,” Steve says. “Dustin’s here.”

He is. The entire party. That you can deal with.

You think you could deal with an absurd line and angry mothers for the rest of your life if it meant assembling Dustin and Lucas’ weird orders. Even if you have to endure Will’s questioning looks and his pleas that you bring some ice cream home. If you have to listen to Robin’s word vomit.

If it meant spending time with Steve, you’d do it.

God, how shit changes.

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God I need a Steddie gilmore girls au.

Steve as lorelai and Eddie as luke.

Its my first watch so i’m at the start of their on again off again. But even just a one shot of their first fight.

They have only been together a few months after being friends for years and having so much tension and love built up between them. Steve’s parents are renewing their vows they are on good terms because of Dustin or maybe Eleven? She would fit better but I know their relationship isn’t explored often (could do sibling steve got custody of) I’d love max but she is so not at all like rory.

Anyway. They go Eddie comes everything goes to shit. Tommy shows up because Steve’s father went to him. He wants Steve with someone ‘propper’. Both of them have been sort of awful to him. But Eddie loves Steve so he goes. Tommy realizes he cant get Steve from Eddie he gets drunk and sloppy with a last ditch effort.

Eddie’s had enough because Steve felt bad for Tommy because his father died and they had a bad relationship but he’s inherited the company. (Another reason why Steve’s father pushed Tommy). They drank and talked about old times. Nothing happens! It’s innocent! But Steve feels guilty and ignores Robin’s advice and doesn’t tell Eddie until that night.

Eddie leaves, Steve chases him but Eddie says he needs time. Steve feels like he is dying, he cant wait. He could fix it all if he could explain it! He was stupid so stupid he knows. But he pushes too hard and Eddie draws the line. He had said months back he was in. All in for all of it. He wanted to do this seriously. But it had become too much. Steve was too much and always would be.

They are both heartbroken. Steve is devastated, Robin worries and tries to help but Steve just forces himself to focus on the salon. Meanwhile Eddie is snapping at people at the garage he inherited from Wayne who had to retire because of his hip.

Steve cuts his father off in the process. So does eleven or dustin. Neither of them will speak to him but they are polite and kind to Steve’s mother. Eventually it breaks his father who goes to Eddie and admits he is wrong. He gives not so much a blessing but a admittance of defeat, knowing he truly cannot do anything about Eddie.

Eddie doesn’t even close and clean up properly. He just flicks the lights off and rushes over to Steve’s. Steve who was previously watching sad 80’s breakup movies in his old high school gym shorts and a swim team t shirt a few sizes too small is shocked to see him. But Eddie doesn’t wait and surges forward connecting their lips in a kiss Steve instantly melts into.

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Steve pulls his punches except when it's most needed. He doesn't really care if he gets hurt, but if it's someone he cares about. . .well, all bets are off. So, when Andy walked into the hospital, ready to finish Eddie off for what happened to Jason, even though it was Jason who put himself in that situation. Steve saw red. This guy was going to kill Eddie. This was the same guy who attacked Erica. Fuck no.

Steve pulled Andy away from Eddie's bed, pulled his arm back, and slugged Andy in the face. Andy opened his mouth to speak, and Steve punched him again. And again. And again, until Steve was on top of him. He grabbed him by the collar, practically picked him off the floor, and slammed him into the wall.

"If you and your friends ever come near Eddie Munson or the members of Hellfire, I will end you right where you stand. I want you to pass on this message along with something else: My dad's a lawyer, and if I ask, he would do whatever it takes to bury you and your goddamn family," Steve growled at him. "So, back. The. Fuck. Off."

Steve kneed him in the stomach, causing him to groan and clutch his stomach. Andy scurried out of their, looking over his shoulder as he did so. Steve groaned and clutched his own side, remembering his own wounds.

"Jesus, Steve!" Eddie squawked. "Would your dad really do that?"

"Nah, that actually requires him to actually care about something other than himself," Steve replied as he sat back down.

"You know," Wayne said, speaking up. "If you married my boy -,"

"Well, that's illegal," Eddie snorted.

"IF YOU MARRIED MY BOY, Steve, then you would have at least one parent that cares about you," Wayne said. "Besides, Eds, from what I gathered, it sounds like you and those kids have already done some pretty illegal things. What's one more?"

"I have to think about this for a minute," Steve said, pretending to think about it for a minute with a grin on his face.

"So, Steve, what do you say? You want to marry my boy?" Wayne asked, slapping his thigh.

"Wayne! You can't just propose to guys for me!" Eddie exclaimed, a panic look on his face. "Wayne!"

"Yes, I think I will marry your boy," Steve replied.

"Great, I'm going to go start planning it then. Oh, you also have Claudia. I'm gonna see if she wants to help me," Wayne said, clapping Steve’s shoulder on the way out while Eddie gaped at the two.

"Do I get a say in any of this?!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Do you not want to marry me?" Steve asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I didn't say that," he mumbled, playing with his blanket.

Dustin came in at that moment, his usual grin on his face and his hat having returned to his head.

"What did I miss?" Dustin asked, his hands on his hips.

"Wayne and I agreed that I will be marrying Eddie," Steve said.

"WHAT?!"

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wish i hated you instead

summary : it was hard being in love with your best friend especially when your friends were meddling and your 'adopted' kid spilled the beans.

pairing : steve harrington x reader

warnings : language, angst

author's note : hey hey hey!! my first time writing for steve bby, hope i do him justice!! also listen to back to friends by lauren spencer-smith for feels, it really vibes with this!! get ready for hella angst <3

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y/n y/l/n had a lot of regrets in her life and having this conversation with her best friend was the biggest one.

"all i'm saying is, just ask her, okay? subtlety, alright? subtlety."

y/n sighed frustratedly as she rolled her eyes and stacked the last of the cassettes on the stand.

"steve. steve. steveee," y/n dragged out the 'e' as she looked him in the eye, hands on his shoulders. "she has a boyfriend. boy-friend. not a friend who is a boy, a boy who she is more than friends with, yeah? and the last time i checked, she's happy with him, he's happy with her, they're both happy with eachother and everyone's fucking happy. let's not ruin that, shall we?"

"i know that, okay?" steve said irritated, "but these past few days have been different. like she's looking at me with this look and lemme tell you, its not friendly. and like, i just wanna know. if she's not into me, i'll move on."

"and if she is?" y/n questioned, already knowing the answer.

"then," steve pointedly avoided her stare, choosing to look at the cassettes, "we'll see."

"no, we won't, okay?" y/n said, moving to stand behind the counter, steve on the opposite side of it. "cause we are not doing anything. i'm not asking her, okay? move the fuck on. you spent weeks if not months getting over her, you can't ruin that by getting back with her. what happened to your character development the past few years?"

"character development-?" steve asked, puzzled.

"that's all you got from that?!"

"i wasn't focusing on that- that speech!"

"i fucking swear, steven-" y/n began again only to be cut off by steve.

"look, just ask her okay? vaguely. tell her that you've been noticing the way she's been looking at me, and you just wanna know, 'kay?" steve pleaded, watching her with eyes filled with desperation.

y/n wanted to say no, she really wanted to. but when he looked at her with those puppy eyes, she found herself unable to say anything. she couldn't possible have said that she liked, no- loved him. not when he liked someone else and that someone was not her. it couldn't be her.

she was his best friend. that's all.

he was there for her.

she was there for him.

she loved him.

he did love her.

just not in the way she desparately wanted him to.

and which is why y/n found herself surprised after agreeing.

"...yes," y/n sighed, the weight on her chest suddenly feeling like a ton. "i will talk to her, just once. and if she doesn't reciprocate," she air-quoted the word 'reciprocate', "anything, you'll move on."

"yes! yes! and yes. i will," steve pumped his fist into air, running around the counter to hug y/n.

"yeah, yeah. you can let go of me now. and stand at least 3 feet away from me, you know human contact makes me wanna vomit," y/n said, but she loved the hugs steve gave.

"i swear to god, y/l/n," steve grinned at her with his stupid, charming and adorable grin, "you're the best."

"i know," y/n said, smiling when she turned to organise the things on the counter.

"no, seriously," steve protested, "like the best. i know i make you do all this all the time, but like thank you. i love you and you're my best friend. and i'm so lucky for that."

y/n ignored the sting in her chest at his words but smiled sincerely at him when she turned back.

"of course, steve. i'd do anything for my best friend."

so yeah, y/n had a lot of regrets in her life. and not telling her best friend how she felt probably topped the list.

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"you know, you're like the most stupid person i've ever met."

"thanks, robin," y/n said dryly as she picked at her nails. "that's exactly what i wanted to hear."

"no, like, the fuck. what the hell, y/n/n," robin exclaimed as she looked at her best friend in disbelief. "you had the perfect opportunity to tell that dingus how you felt. the opportunity was wrapped in gold with candy around it, why the fuck didn't you take it?"

"it was just an opportunity, alright," y/n rolled her eyes. "not a perfect one. how could i've told him that i liked him when he told me that he liked someone else and wanted me to talk to them? like how?"

"first off, love, not like. you love him. second, you should've told him," robin spoke again after taking a pause. "and even if you didn't, you should've told him that you weren't gonna talk to nancy. it's gonna break your heart of she says that she likes him. you know that, don't you, babe?"

"i do, robin, i do," y/n sighed tiredly. "it's just, i think he really likes nancy, hell, even love. and i don't wanna ruin that. i don't wanna ruin him and i. he's been my best friend since forever and i can't lose him, no. i'd rather keep it to myself just so i can keep him. otherwise, i'd lose him. and i can't have that."

robin looked at y/n with such sad eyes that y/n wanted to cry. she was pathetic, she knew that. and it was anyone else, she would've moved on already. she would've never been this hung over someone. but steve wasn't just anyone, he was steve harrington. her steve.

he was the one who walked to her in pre-school and offered her his crayons when she broke hers. he was the one who took her to middle school dance when her crush didn't ask her. he was the one who spent days looking for white roses in hawkins when she mentioned that she loved them.

and just like that, y/n fell in love at the age of 12 and here she was, at 19, still dealing with it.

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"y/n!"

y/n looked up from her book to see nancy waving at her from across the cafeteria.

"hey nancy!"

the wheeler girl sat next to her, placing her tote bag on the table.

"steve said that you wanted to talk to me?" nancy questioned as she pulled out her book out of her bag.

"he did?" y/n asked confused, but then she looked behind nancy.

and there was steve, waving his hands wildly as he gestured toward nancy.

y/n shot him a glare but smiled when she looked at nancy, who was visibly confused.

"he did, yeah," y/n said, internally panicking. "yeah, i wanted to talk to you. about... steve."

"yeah, what about him?" nancy asked, looking intrigued.

"well, you know, you're my best friend. and steve's my best friend," y/n said, carefully, "and i've just been noticing that- that you've started hanging out more with him and like, i don't know, maybe i'm reading too much into it, but do you like him? i know you and him have history and it's completely okay if you do, just what about jonathan? he's my friend too and you're both my friends, you and steve, and i don't want any of you to get hurt-"

"y/n!" nancy interrupted, "i'm just hanging out more with steve because you've been busy with your clubs and it's not like i don't like him. i do. but not in that way. i'm happy with jonathan and i love him. i do love steve but in a platonic way. and it's okay, i see where you're coming from. if i was in your place, i would've thought the same thing, okay? you're fine. and no, i don't like steve romantically."

"okay, yeah. yeah, yeah, yeah," y/n said, her heart feeling fluttery, feeling her chest lighten in days. she wondered if this made her horrible person.

"but i know that you do like him."

"what? what-what? huh?" y/n looked uncomfortable as she looked anywhere but at nancy. "what makes you think that?"

"um, hello?" nancy waved her hand in front of y/n's eyes, "you. like. steve. you always give him your pringles, claiming that you don't like them. you love them. you used be at all his games in high school, every single one. you're always at his door, whenever he needs you. you don't like him, y/n/n, no. you love him. and i'm pretty sure he loves you too."

"you-you think so?" y/n asked as she looked at y/n with so much hope in her eyes that nancy wanted to hug her. "it's just, he hasn't said, done or even indicated towards feeling anything towards me. i just- don't know."

"hey," nancy said gently as she moved to hold her hand in hers, "he loves you, y/n. i'm sure he does. and if he doesn't, it's his loss. you're an amazing woman and anyone will be so lucky to call you 'mine'. you get me? you should tell him. you'll feel better if you do. and you'll get closure if he doesn't reciprocate."

"yeah, yeah," y/n said as she squeezed nancy's hand. "i'll talk to him. i will, i promise."

"tell me how it goes, 'kay?" nancy said as she stood up any hugged y/n rightly before going back to the editor's room.

after a while, y/n too stood up to make her way to hellfire club to give mike, dustin, lucas and eddie their lunch.

she walked sluggishly, having steve on her mind.

just like always.

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"hey y/l/n!'

y/n sighed, closing her eyes, wishing that when she opened them, she would be alone in the store.

"open your fucking eyes."

"steve," y/n greeted him flatly.

"y/n," steve mimicked her tone. "did you talk to nancy? you did. what'd she say?"

"she said- well, she, um-," y/n stumbled over her words. afterall, it wasn't everyday that you had to tell your best friend that their ex didn't like them back. "look, steve-"

"is it bad?" steve frowned. "oh, my god. it's bad, isn't it? i knew she didn't like me. i knew it. ugh! god, i was so stupid."

"hey," y/n spoke gently, coming across the counter to make him look at her, "you aren't stupid, okay? she said that she got where i was coming from, you know. like me asking about you and her and that it's okay. it's just, she's happy with jonathan and she likes you steve. just not- not romantically. i am sorry."

"no, you have nothing to apologise for," steve said, looking at her, "it's me who should be sorry. i just- like i spent months getting over her and i don't- i don't even know why i hoped she liked me. i just, i think i was way too desparate to have someone be there for me, you know. like a significant other or some shit. and i just completely blew it out of proportion. and i'm sorry, y/n."

"it's okay, steve," y/n smiled at him, "it's okay. what do you say, wanna have a movie night? just the two of us? robin is out with vicky tonight, so it'll be just us. if not, that's completely fine-"

"yeah, let's have a movie night," steve smiled back. "it's been so long, and i missed this tradition of ours."

"same."

they kept looking at eachother for a few seconds before steve wrapped his arms around y/n abruptly, making her jump before she hugged him back. just a tightly.

steve sighed softly as he tightened his grip on her and y/n rubbed his back comfortingly. the two stayed like that for at least 3 minutes and would've stayed there for more of not for the bell that signalled a customer's arrival.

or in this case, dustin's arrival.

"steve! y/n! you forgot to pick me up, again! like what the actual fuck, you guys? i cannot believe you both-" dustin stopped in the middle of his hissy fit as he took in y/n and steve.

both of them were looking anywhere but at dustin, clearly embarassed that he caught them like that. dustin kept looking at them dumbfounded before he found his voice back and nothing could've prepared y/n and steve for whatever sentences he spoke next. nothing.

"oh. my. god. i cannot believe it, you guys are together! i've been waiting for this for so long. i thought i'd grow old waiting for you to get together," dustin exclaimed as he waved his hands around speaking so fast that it took a moment for the words to register in the adults' brain.

"no! we're not together-"

"what the fuck, henderson-"

dustin paid them so heed as he continued to speak fast and wave his arms around to punctuate.

"...so, y/n. guess you finally told him how you felt huh? fucking finally! i was getting so irritated listening to you whine about steve like nancy, steve being oblivious as fuck or steve having a-fucking-mazing hair," dustin grinned at them, having no idea the damage his words caused.

"what?" steve whispered as he looked dumbly at y/n and dustin and back at y/n.

"what the actual fuck, dusty?" y/n glared at the kid, not actually being mad cause that kid didn't know.

"oops?"

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"i'm sorry, okay?!"

"why- why didn't you tell me? why?" steve glared at y/n. "i thought so secrets between us? that was just bullshit now, wasn't it?"

"hey, i never lied to you. i just didn't tell you how i felt because i thought you didn't like me back. and i was clearly right about it," y/n said, swallowing the lump in her throat. it was getting harder to fight without bursting in tears and she didn't wanna do that in front of steve.

"and what about nancy? was it the truth? that she didn't like me back or was it something you cooked up because of your embarassing crush on me?" steve spoke harshly, not realising what he had said until it was too late.

"i'd never do that! i want you to be happy, steve. i do. and i'm not gonna lie about who likes you or who doesn't just cause i like you," y/n said, her voice so soft because she knew, if she raised it, it'd crack and she'd cry.

"why do you like me? why do you have to like me? why couldn't it be anyone else, huh? why the fuck does it have to be my best friend?" steve said as he threw his hands up in the air.

the two were in steve's room, having closed up the store early and driving up to his house in cold silence.

y/n had left reluctantly with steve after assuring dustin countless times that she wasn't mad at him. she was dreading the conversation that was gonna take place and rightfully so.

they were standing face to face, steve's face red from anger, y/n's gaze down because she couldn't bare to look at him.

"i'm sorry. i-i really am sorry," y/n spoke after a while. "i like you, steve. you're my best friend and i wanted it to be more. and i'm sorry that you had to find out this way but i'm not sorry for liking you."

steve looked at her and sat on his bed. he ran his through his hair, sighing frustratedly.

"i think you should go."

y/n's heart skipped several beats when steve uttered those words, questions running through her mind.

what did it mean for them? was their friendship over? did y/n lose him? was steve never gonna talk to her again? did he hate her?

"look, steve," y/n said, not bothering to hide the tears at bay in her eyes, "i don't wanna lose you over my feelings. i'll get over them, i swear. just- just please, you were my first friend. i can't lose you."

steve didn't look at her.

"you should go, y/n."

y/n looked at the carpeted floor before nodding softly.

"yeah, of course," y/n spoke, moving towards the door. "take care of yourself, steve. please."

just in case she won't be around to do anymore. just in case they lose eachother, if they haven't already.

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Pairings/Characters: Steve Harrington x Reader; Dustin Henderson; Mentions: Eddie, Nancy, Robin, Billy

Warnings: swearing, smartassery

Summary: Dustin is so exhausted by this dancing around each other you and Steve are doing, yet again, during another pressing mystery of Hawkins.

Dustin stared at Steve without blinking for far too long. It was unsettling, and Steve was fighting the urge to turn and smack Dustin in the face. Groaning, Steve finally put down his comb and glared at Dustin, “What, asshat!?”

“Okay. First of all, so rude and uncalled for,” Dustin said as he stared at Steve. “Secondly, you’ve been fixing your hair for the last ten minutes. For a library. Who the fuck fixes their hair for a library?”

Steve rolled his eyes as he put his comb away, “You said we needed information — “

“I mean, really, you’re going back to Douchelord Steve. That’s so Season 1 of you.”

“Season 1? Really? Of what?”

“Of your coming of age story, duh.”

“I was already of age — “

“Whatever,” Dustin shouted over him. “What are you doing? No one’s in the library except for that bitter old librarian who I think is upcharging my fees and —“ he paused as his eyes lit up in realization. He smiled, eyes half-lidded now as he stared at Steve with his big, cheesy grin. “Y/N’s new job is here.”

“No, it isn’t,” Steve scoffed, but Dustin saw through his lies. “How did you know?”

“I saw her after her guitar lesson with Eddie before Hellfire Club,” Dustin shrugged easily. “Still makes really good cookies, by the way. I mean, is she traumatized from the mall? Probably, but, like, who isn’t? Still, can’t believe you blew it like that.”

“I didn’t blow it! You can’t blow it if it never started.”

“Right and it never started because you wanted to practice dating and get out there in the world before settling down with Y/N. Like she’d even want to settle down with you, which is bold, by the way. I mean, maybe before, but now? Definitely not.”

Steve groaned, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly to help him keep from strangling Dustin, “What, she too busy with Eddie Munson?” He asked, venom dripping when he said his name.

“Oh, my god, you’re so sad,” Dustin laughed in his face. “Dude. Get over yourself.”

“I’m totally over everything!”

“It’s guitar lessons you fucking freak, not sex lessons!”

“Ew, Dustin. Don’t talk about her like that — “

“She was my god damn babysitter, I get more leeway here!” Dustin scoffed and threw his hands up in the air. “Look, man. They’re just friends — “

“Why does she even need guitar lessons? Like, for what, you know —“

“Believe it or not, hobbies exist, you hair-obsessed freak,” Dustin replied. “Dude, they’re just friends —“

“You know who else she was just friends with? Billy.”

“Here we go fucking go,” Dustin leaned back in his seat while Steve bolted up and now had hands out in front of him as he spoke animatedly about your past.

“She and Billy were just friends! Billy! You know, the guy that tried to kick my ass?”

“He did kick your ass,” Dustin mumbled.

“No! I had him on the ropes, everyone knows it,” Steve replied. “But, right, yeah, her and Billy are totally just friends.”

Dustin took off his hat, looked up, begged Thor to give him strength, then scratched his head before putting his hat back on. He turned to Steve and grabbed his shoulders, “Dipshit, she tutored Billy, and that didn’t even last long. She tutored him a few times because his dad was threatening to beat his ass over his grades, and that was that. She didn’t even like him that way. And, I don’t know if you remember, but Billy kind of, oh, I don’t know, kidnapped her with the intent of feeding her to the Mind Flayer.”

“Okay—“

“And immediately she was all, ‘is Steve okay?’” he mimicked in a high-pitched voice, “Because she knew Billy hated you and she was worried about you, as told to me by Will, who also thinks you two are stupid for each other.”

“Can it, Henderson —“

“So, really, you two idiots have just been dancing around each other the entire time and wasting everybody’s breath because we keep saying you two should be together and you’re being stupid and she’s being stupid and you’re both stupid!”

“Eloquent. Are you done?”

Dustin thought for a moment before nodding, “Yes, I am. You talk to your not-girlfriend, and I’ll look for clues. I thought Nancy and Robin were doing this. Why are we—“ he stared at Steve who cleared his throat and looked down. “You are the biggest waste of resources, Harrington.”

“What!”

“We could be doing other things — “

“Oh, whatever,” Steve got out of the car and slammed the door shut. Dustin followed behind him, muttering that he was wasting precious, valuable time and energy over nothing because he wasn’t going to have the balls to talk to you, anyway.

Steve looked for you, of course, instead of asking anyone who worked there where they could find you. After wandering around, wasting time, avoiding Nancy and Robin and hiding from Dustin’s prying eyes, he finally found you. You were in the fiction section organizing Stephen King books and humming to yourself. Steve slowly made his way towards you, standing behind you and staring down, watching as you picked up the books from the floor, reorganized them quickly, and stood back up to place them on the shelf as they should be.

Turning around, you saw Steve staring at you and jumped. You started to shriek, which scared the life out of Steve who quickly looked around as he covered your mouth and pressed you against the bookshelf.

“Jesus, Y/N!” Steve whispered loudly. “You’re going to get us in trouble here. People are going to think I’m some sort of weird pervert.”

You lowered his hand and clutched your chest, “Aren’t you? Jeez, Steve, you gave me heart attack.”

“Sorry about that —“

“What are you doing here?” You asked, as you came down from your fright and looked around to see if anyone else had followed your cries to the aisle you were in. “Shouldn’t you be at work or on another date?”

He grinned, “You follow my dates, Y/N?”

You rolled your eyes, “As if, Harrington. You know people talk when you’re the slut of the town. Anyway, what do you want?”

Ouch. Slut of the town? Was that how lowly you thought of Steve? Okay. So it may have been the truth at the moment, but still! He didn’t sleep with everyone, he just went on a bunch of dates…and stuff.

Steve floundered for a moment. He could hit on you right now, ask you out on a date, leave you alone after that, but that would defeat the true purpose of being there.

Steve didn’t come to the library because he thought you could help them do research — even if it was true and that you were smart and capable of doing so, but, no. Steve didn’t want that from you. The truth was, Steve was worried. The second something fishy started happening around Hawkins for the millionth time, his first thought was you. Last time something happened, you two were separated the entire time. You had been kidnapped by Billy of all disgusting people — okay, he was possessed, but it still counts — and he wasn’t there for you. Steve wasn’t there to be your knight in shining armor, the kids were. Steve wasn’t there to keep you safe from harm. Steve wasn’t there to kick Billy’s ass for you. Steve was hopelessly and utterly helpless to keep you safe.

He couldn’t repeat that.

“It’s happening again,” Steve said quietly, head tilted down as he spoke to you. He found it hard to hold eye contact with you, because if he did, he was just going to blurt out his feelings for you. Instead, he kept his eyes on the choker you were wearing so he could keep his focus. “There was —“

“The high schooler, yeah, I heard, “You nodded once. “I thought —“

Steve shook his head, “It’s weird again, Y/N. And I just want to make sure you —“

“I don’t want to be involved, Steve. First couple of times, whatever. But after last —“

“I know,” Steve nodded quickly and grabbed your hands, holding them up and giving them a squeeze. “Trust me, I know. You deserve to be totally normal in your totally normal and not-at-all-boring job — “

“Wow — “

“ — but I would feel so much better if you were with us. I know you don’t want to be in this, but I’d feel so much better if I could keep an eye on you, rather than worry about something happening to you and I’m not there to keep you safe. Just….just let me try to keep you safe, Y/N.”

Your cheeks were burning. Steve Harrington, Grade A idiot with a heart growing to be one of gold, coming over to your place of work and saying how he wanted to keep you safe during all of this. It was sweet. It made you wonder where this was coming from. Was it from your new friendship with Steve that started when he got sucked into the drama with Dustin’s friends a little while back, or was it from the other place of shared, lingering glances, touches, and running to each other the second you saw one another during these life-changing events?”

“Steve —“

Dustin, of course, with his impeccable timing, showed up right beside the two of you. “Are you two going to kiss and get it over with so we can get the fuck out of here?”

Narrowing your eyes, you cast one look at Dustin. His own eyes widened as he quietly nodded to himself, turned, and walked out of the aisle to give you two some privacy.

Steve stared in awe, “You have to teach me that.”

“Sorry, it’s a gift,” you chuckled softly and looked up at Steve. “I’m not gonna lie, Steve. I’m really scared this time around. Things just keep getting worse.”

Steve nodded, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders, “I know, but we’ll be together, we’ll keep an eye on each other. Okay?”

Nodding slowly, you finally agreed to go with him. “Okay. I trust you.”

“Great — “

“So you want to kiss me, Harrington?”

Now was Steve’s turn to be flushed. He chuckled nervously, hand coming up to run through his hair as he looked down at you and bit his bottom lip.

Before he could speak, you did, “Is it going to be that same kiss you’ve given all your latest conquests, Sluttington?”

Steve shook his head as he stared at you and saw the mischief twinkling in your eyes, “When I kiss you, Y/N, it’ll be unlike any kiss you’ve ever had.”

“I’m concerned.”

“Don’t be. It’s not concerning at all,” Steve said as he leaned in close, lips ghosting over yours, “It’ll be mind-blowing.” He stood up tall again, took your hand, and started leading you down the aisle, “Now, come on. We’ve got a mystery to solve.”

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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 6 months

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The Second I Met You - S.Harrington

Summary- Steve is used to being alone for the holidays until he doesn’t have to be anymore. After befriending Dustin’s old babysitter, Y/N becomes an important part of his life, someone he can’t imagine being without, someone he has loved since the second he met her.

Warnings - Mentions of Steve's shitty parents, Female Reader, Use of Y/N, Steve isolates himself to cope, (let me know if I missed any)

Author's Note - Welcome to Day 2 of my 25 days of fics! I hope you enjoy and feel free to let me know about any mistakes in my writing! I want to improve!

Word Count : 1037

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It was known around Hawkins that Steve Harrington had rich parents, said boy taking advantage of that in high school. However, it wasn’t very known that his parents were not the most present in his life. He never had a good childhood or one that was worth remembering. He never had fun on family vacations when they used to do that because his mother was too worried about his father cheating. So holidays were even worse, he usually spent them alone, getting take out and watching shitty television. He never had any holiday traditions, until Y/N.

Y/N was Dustin’s neighbor and old babysitter, he remembered her from high school, graduating the same year together but he never talked to her. Once Steve had befriended the Henderson boy and his band of misfits, he unintentionally befriended the girl. On top of that, he had befriended Eddie Munson, a boy who he never imagined being friends with.

Y/N had a similar situation to Steve, her parents were never home and she was often alone, however her parents weren’t filthy rich like Steve’s were. So every holiday, she would host all of her friends at her house and have a little holiday party or gathering. So this year for Christmas eve, she had invited all of her friends over to her house for a party.

Her house was on the smaller side so it felt a little cramped with everyone there but they all made do. All of the younger kids were hanging out together in the living room, the couches filled with Dustin, Lucas, Mike, Will, Max and El. The older teens were scattered around the house, Eddie and Gareth talking in the kitchen by the snacks, Robin and Nancy were sitting in the small dining room laughing and Steve was sitting in the backyard away from everyone. He was overwhelmed, going from no plans for the holidays to constant get togethers with his friends. Sure he loved his friends but sometimes he just needed to be by himself, to be alone like he was used to.

He was outside for a good 15 minutes before he heard the door open behind him and shut again. “What are you doing out here all by yourself handsome?” Y/N’s voice rang out behind him.

“Just needed some time alone,” He replied.

“Oh, do you want me to leave you alone?”

“No, I like your company.” She took that as an invitation to sit, so she sat right next to him, their thighs touching.

“You wanna tell me what’s on your mind?” Y/N asked him gently, bumping her shoulder into his.

“I don’t really know. A lot, I think I’m just used to being alone so it’s weird to be surrounded by so many people, y’know?”

“I do know. I was so used to being alone especially on the holidays that I became a person I didn’t know. That’s why I started doing these parties. I wanted to be with people I love instead of sinking deeper into my mind and making myself sad,” She explained.

“That makes sense, so you surround yourself with people you love to make you feel better.” She let out a hum of agreement before resting her head on his shoulder.

“Stevie, can I ask you something?” She questioned.

“Of course you can.”

“Why do you isolate yourself so much? Don’t get me wrong, I love my alone time but I can’t be alone constantly. Is this an active choice or is it something that just kinda happens?”

“ I think I’m scared of getting hurt, or being used for my parents' money. In a way its both an active choice and something that happens. Like, I love Dustin but sometimes I feel like I’m being used because of my car,” Steve explained, “I feel like I’m being stupid.”

“You’re not being stupid. You have very valid feelings, trust me I get it, these rugrats use me for rides constantly too. It’s part of the whole acting like an older sibling to the kids thing.”

The two of them kept talking for a while outside until it got too cold so they went back inside. All of the younger kids went home, Robin and Nancy too just leaving Gareth, Eddie and Steve. Steve usually spent the night at her house after a party because they would usually sit up and talk until the sun came up. The two of them retreated to her room after she told Gareth and Eddie that they could crash at her house if they wanted to, they knew where everything was.

Y/N and Steve sat on her bed and continued their conversation. She was happy to get some more information about Steve and why he acted the way he does. She understood him better than she thought, they were more similar than they originally thought. She looked at the alarm clock next to her bed, the time ready 1:06 A.M, “Merry Christmas Stevie,” She smiled sleepily at him.

“Merry Christmas beautiful,” He returned a similar grin before letting out a slightly obnoxious yawn.

“Do you have to yawn like that? Like a dying cat?” She joked with a giggle.

“Only to annoy you,” He chuckled back. She laid herself down on her bed, waiting for Steve to follow suit. When he did, she tucked herself into his side, resting her head on his chest and listened to his heart. “Wanna know something?” He asked, she enjoyed hearing the rumble of his voice from his chest.

“Yeah, tell me anything,” She replied, her voice sounding sleepy to him.

“I have always had a crush on you, since the second I met you in the first grade.” She perked up at the confession, sitting up slightly to look in his eye, a smile on her face.

“Really?”

“Yeah really.”

“I’ve felt the same way since the second I met you.”

The two of them settled back into the bed, both of them falling into a peaceful sleep despite Gareth and Eddie playing loud music and laughing loudly in the living room. They both had admitted their feelings, a huge weight getting lifted from both of their shoulders.

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waklman · 2 years

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Hair tie (Pt. 1)

summary: Dustin tries to keep his new babysitter from meeting Steve Harrington…knowing his older friend is currently girl-crazy. His attempts of keeping the two from meeting each other, fails.

pairing: steve harrington x female reader

warnings: speeding, cursing, and mentions of drinking and drugs.

a/n: been wanting to write this for awhile ;-)

word count: 2.3k

part two

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, staring at the clock—watching the second hand click loudly, reminding you of how late you already were.

Your bra then began to uncomfortably dig into your skin. The layers of your school uniform prevented you from picking at it.

C'mon…we should’ve been let out already.

You stopped paying attention once the meeting went overtime, twenty minutes ago.

The drive to the mall from here should be 15 minutes. It would take me 3 minutes to run out of here and find my car in the lot. And…..I was supposed to be parked outside the entrance…..10 minutes ago for Dustin. Your mind scattered, trying to calculate.

If Mrs. Henderson finds out I left her son waiting outside she’s going to fucking kill me. Fuck. Fuck. Fu-

“…And that wraps up the student council meeting for today, thank you for all being here and see you again next week. Have a great weekend everyone!”

That last sentence pulled you right back into reality.

Throwing your bag onto the desk, you blindly threw your arm in—hastily searching for the familiar feeling of your car keys.

“Whoa Vice-Prez, you got a date after this? What’s with the rush?” the grade 12 rep teased you.

“No, I gotta go pick someone up.”

Suddenly the feeling of cool metal hit the tips of your fingers. Aha!

“Bye everyone!” you shouted, almost tripping on your way out of the classroom.

Finally spotting your car in the student lot, you made a run for it.

You prayed no one witnessed the hectic scene of you basically throwing yourself into your car and swerving out of the parking lot.

“I’ll just pray for forgiveness later.” you spoke out loud, before slamming on the gas, rashly driving out into the streets.

Panic began to settle your chest after you saw no one standing outside, as you drove closer to the entrance of the mall.

Everyday Dustin had always stood outside waiting for you at 4:00pm sharp. Today though, he was nowhere to be seen. Your fears of him finally getting kidnapped started to look plausible.

“(Y/N) even if I’m not out by 4, do not—I repeat, do not step outside your car to go looking for me until an hour passes or something!” The memory of his stressed warning replayed through your head.

But..he’s never been late to meet me, and it’s already very much past 4pm.

“Fuck it.” Your babysitter instincts kicked in, urging you to go look for him inside Starcourt Mall.

You would usually thinking twice before leaving your car unattended in such a populated place, but your worries of Dustin’s whereabouts strongly washed over the rational side of your brain.

“You know I just love your company and all Henderson...” Steve began sarcastically.

“But doesn’t your mom usually pick you up by now?”

“Yeah…it's like 4:30, did your mom forget about you today?” Steve’s new coworker Robin chimed in.

Before realization even hit the younger boy, you had already continued your search for Dustin in the new ice cream shop, Scoops Ahoy—recalling the few times Dustin would have ice cream ready for you when you picked him up from the mall.

Dustin saw Steve’s eyes widen in interest at whoever just entered the store.

“Dustin is that you?” Your silvery voice called out to him.

“Uh did you forget to mention that you have a teen mom…that goes to that rich school up north?” Robin observed the private school uniform laid on your body.

No…..Don't tell me..

He whipped his head and went running towards you.

“Hey, why weren’t you out front?”

“No! No! No!” he grabbed your arms and spun you around, so Steve couldn’t get another glance at you.

“Hey. Ouch. Hey! Let go! What are you doing? Dustin!” you finally released yourself from his clammy hands, turning back around.

Steve watched your banter with Dustin from his place behind the counter. He swallowed hard, you looked…so familiar. Steve began to search his brain for memories of you, but it was futile. He’s met so many girls that his brain began to scramble his interactions with every girl he’s met in this town.

Has he ever bumped into you before?

“I need to pee! I need to pee so bad (Y/N)! Let’s go home! I need to pee!” Dustin had shouted the first excuse he thought up.

(Y/N)? I don't think I even know that name…do I?

“What? Let’s get you to one of the bathrooms in the mall then.” you shouted back, confused at his sudden outburst.

“No!”

“No? You said you needed the bathroom!”

“Th-The public bathrooms here are dirty. They’re just nasty. Full of filth!” technically he wasn’t lying.

“Okay? Let’s get you home to your bathroom then..”

“Yes! Exactly! Yes! My bathroom!” He cheered.

He began to drag you out, pulling you by the hem of your polo.

While being forcefully dragged out the store, you had made note of the employees that watched you.

You’ve met that male employee before. You blinked, recognizing his face. You never expected to see him again.

“I’m sorry” you mouthed to him as he stood by the register. You and Dustin had caused a scene to break out in the store.

With that, Dustin had completely pulled you out from his view.

“Who was that?” Robin questioned her coworker.

“I wish I knew...” he continued to stare at the empty spot you previously occupied.

After his brief interaction with you, Steve couldn’t get the image of your face out of his head. It was etched deep into his memory. He told himself that if he were blessed with artistic abilities he would’ve sketched your face onto any canvas he could get his hands on—hoping to relieve the strange hold you had on him.

He’s tried asking Dustin about you, but that “stubborn bastard” didn’t seem to want to reveal any facts about you. At first he even refused to admit you existed.

“Are we friends or not Henderson?”

“We are!”

“Okay? Then why can't you tell me about that girl.”

“What girl? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“The girl that picked you up the other day. What was her name…? (Y/N). Yeah it was (Y/N).”

“That was just my mom.” he tried playing dumb, stuffing ice cream into his mouth.

“Do you think I have no brain under all this hair? I know what your mom looks like!” He pointed an accusing finger at the middle schooler

“It was my mom! Maybe you’re just going crazy, imagining my mom to look all young and pretty. You’re a feen!”

“I am not crazy! Right Robin?” Steve urged his co-worker to back him up.

“I’ll have to agree with dingus here, she was definitely not your mom. Too young.” Robin shrugged.

“She’s just some girl I know, okay? Happy?”

“And when did you know of older girls?”

“I know lots of older girls.” Dustin started getting defensive

“Can we just drop this, I need to tell you about my new theory!”

“Yeah fine, lay it on me Henderson” there was no point trying to juice information out of the stubborn kid.

At this point he gave up on figuring out who you were.

It’s been a week and he even tried to run out after Dustin, in order to get another peek at you but the kid always urges you to speed off, every. single. time.

Steve sat slouched in his empty living room, barely paying attention to the movie playing in front of him.

He kept picking at a dusty pink hair tie on his wrist, pulling it and letting it snap back against his irritated skin.

Suddenly, he jolted in his seat in realization, scrambling to sit up straight.

Steve laughed at the hair tie on his wrist, hysterically. If anyone were to peer through the window, it would’ve looked like he had a few screws loose.

You gave him this! That’s how it randomly appeared on his wrist, that one morning!

The memories flooded back to him.

“Whoa, hey there buddy are you okay?” You bent down to examine the guy slumped into a bush.

You had just found him right outside a house party your friends dragged you to.

“Did you get drugged?” You peeled his eyes open, noticing his pupils were dilated like saucers.

“How many times have I told you, dad.” He dragged out his sentence

“…I don’t do drugs, It’s only marijuana” he booped your nose.

“Okay someone definitely spiked whatever you were drinking. Do you have a ride home?” You asked, genuinely concerned—you were naturally a babysitter after all.

“Take me home!” He randomly demanded, dragging you down in a lazy hug.

“Hey, stop that. Let’s get you up, yeah?”

Using all your strength, you pulled him up to his feet. He stumbled a bit, holding onto your body for support— you allowed him to grab you.

“Come on..I need to get you to…my car.” You groaned, dragging him over to the passenger door.

He laid all his weight onto your back, his head resting on your shoulder while you pulled the car door open.

“Did you fall asleep on me?” you laughed shifting his weight to the seat, kneeling down next to him afterwards.

His eyes fluttered open for one second, his expression was cloudy but he attempted to smile back at you.

You reached out a careful hand to wipe away the sweat dripping on his forehead.

“Nice smile you got there, what’s your name?”

“Harrington. Steve.” he sent you a sloppy wink.

“Well, Mr. Steve, I’m (Y/N) and I kinda need to get this seatbelt on you.” you pulled the seatbelt strap across his body, securing it in place—ignoring his breath fanning your face.

“You. You smell really good. Like a cookie” he leaned in even closer, sniffing your neck.

“Thanks..” you slowly moved back, slightly flustered by his actions.

Making sure not to be rash, you closed his door quietly.

Get it together (Y/N). Ignore him. He’s just drugged out his mind.

You slapped your own cheeks before climbing into your seat.

“So...you want to tell me where you live?” asking, after starting up the car.

“10 blocks straight down. Fowler Ave. House with the biggg red door and the ugly white flowers out front.” He laughed to himself.

The drive was short and quiet. He had his body sprawled all over his seat, you glanced over a few times worried because he was so stiff. You prayed that he wouldn’t flatline inside your car.

Before pulling into his driveway, you made sure to turn off your headlights—in case his parents were home.

“It's okay. Parents are away,” he whispered, reaching out to poke your arm.

“Oh, okay.”

You left him inside the car for a moment, walking up to his front door.

Please let me be right.

Lifting the doormat, you saw an extra house key underneath, glistening under the moonlight.

“Yes!” you proudly picked up the key.

Unlocking his front door, you peered into the empty home looking for a light switch.

After playing around with a few switches, you found the one that lit up his living room.

Now to get him inside.

After a bit of struggling, you managed to get him to lay on his couch.

You sat on his floor, out of breath as he giggled at you.

“You find this funny?” you laughed back at him

“No, I find this pretty. you. pretty” he reached out to boop your nose again.

“Not exactly what I meant, but thanks” you smiled at his attempt at a compliment.

You scooted over to his feet to remove his shoes, and moved back up to pull his jacket off his body.

“Well, it was nice meeting you Steve but I should really get back.” You softly whispered at his limp body.

Before you could gather yourself to stand, he weakly reached out to grab you.

“Please..”

“Stay? I wanna talk more. In the morning please.” he begged, eyes closed shut from drowsiness.

As much as you wanted to accompany him, you had already promised your friends that you’d be their designated driver.

“Trust me, I’d rather babysit you all night but I promised my babysitting duties to my friends tonight.” you apologized to him, moving the hair that covered his eyes.

A few seconds of silence passed. You thought he fell asleep until he spoke up again.

“How do I know then?”

“Know..what?”

“That you’re real.” he mumbled.

“Will my words of reassurance be enough?” you watched his eyes slowly open.

“No. You’re like. You’re so unreal. You can't be real…too freaking pretty.” he fought the urge to close his eyes, so he could look at you.

Your heartbeat began to pick up its pace.

“Okay well, I’ll leave you with something then. You know. To prove to you that I’m real and all.” you said, offering him a solution.

“a kiss?” a dopey smile quickly found its way to his flushed face.

“No. You’re not even sober. And I don’t even know if you have a girlfriend or something.” you deadpanned.

“Here.” you pulled off a pink hair tie off your wrist, transferring it onto his.

“What if you need it?” his face drew into concern. He felt himself getting slowly sober again.

“I won’t. I brought it just in case I needed to tie my friend’s hair back. Guess I’ll just have to hold her hair while she yacks.” you assured him.

“I’ll give this back to you next time.” he declared, referring to the hair tie.

“Yeah?” you never really went out, you doubted that you would run into him again.

He hummed, agreeingly.

After a few seconds, you heard soft snores coming from him.

“See you next time then, Steve..” you got up, leaving his house.

Steve was giddy, recalling his memories with you. Although he had to admit it was slightly embarrassing that you met him while he was in that state.

Now he was left with figuring how he can see you again.

#steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington one shot #stranger things x you #steve harrington fluff #dustin henderson #henderson babysitter #steve harrington x female reader

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froggywritesstuff · 2 years

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Idiot | Steve Harrington

pairings: Steve Harrington x male!(adopted)Henderson!reader

warnings: fluff, slight angst(?), bad communication between siblings, jealousy, homophobia, mentions of anxiety, swearing

request: me

Y/N sat against the gym bleachers, his eyes scanned around the gym that was slowly filling up with more students. The lights reflecting off the decorations making it harder to focus. He just wanted to meet Dustin at the doors, and get out of there. There's a reason he only agreed to helping with decorating the Snowball, and not chaperoning.

He let out a sigh of relief at the sight of the curly haired Henderson, standing up from the seats as he walked toward him.

"Dusty-" Y/N began, but stopped abruptly, "What happened to your hair?"

Dustin's face fell at the question, furrowing his eyebrows at the question, "What do you mean?"

"Why does it look like a mini Steve Harrington's hair?"

Dustin rolled his eyes at his brother, "He helped me with it, there's nothing wrong with it."

Y/N widened his eyes slightly, "I didn't say anything was wrong with it, it looks good, you look nice."

"Thanks," Dustin mumbled, before he changed his tone, asking his brother hopefully: "So what are you still doing here? Did you decide to stay and help out?"

"No," Y/N said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, you won't have to put up with me during your big night."

"Oh," Dustin felt his shoulders slumping in disappointment, "Right."

Y/N smiled at Dustin, patting him on the shoulder, "But you have fun tonight, ok?" Dustin nodded, plastering on a smile, "And you and your friends make sure to have an awesome time."

"Thanks, Y/N."

"Remember Steve will pick you up at tonight, if he's not there, then look for my car, but-"

"If you're not there, then ask Jonathan if he can give me a ride with Will. I know."

Y/N smiled weakly, nodding at Dustin before saying his goodbye's and walking out of the gym.

Y/N and Dustin hadn't been the closest of brothers lately. Ever since Steve Harrington came along and acted like another brotherly figure, Y/N felt like Dustin wanted nothing to do with him, and was drifting further and further away. Dustin however, thought that Y/N just didn't wanna be seen by his 'embarrassing little brother', and was just passing on the big brother duties to Steve.

How those thoughts came to be? Neither of them knew. They both knew they were irrational thoughts, but that didn't matter.

Y/N sighed as he pushed open the school doors, the cold December air hitting like a baseball bat. He wrapped his arms around himself, squinting his eyes as he walked toward the maroon BMW outside by the school.

He tapped his hand on the window, grabbing the attention of Steve, who sat in the driver's seat.

"Y/N, hop in." Steve pushed open the car door, greeting Y/N with a wide grin. Y/N slid in the car, shutting the door behind him.

"Jesus, it's freezing," Y/N whispered, feeling his body slowly warm up in the car.

"So," Steve began, "how was the first five minutes of the Snowball that you had to get to early?"

Y/N sighed, "I wanted to help out, and they said I could get there early to help out."

"Right." Steve drawled, "So how was Dustin?"

"Very clearly brainwashed with advice from you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Steve asked, his expression suddenly serious.

Y/N rolled his eyes, "I'm talking about the Farrah Fawcett spray he hasn't shut up about."

"Wha- he could've heard that from anyone!"

"Oh yeah, that explains him saying: 'Steve told me about the Farrah Fawcett spray, I need it for the Snowball.'"

"Little shit." Steve muttered.

"God, he hasn't shut up about you ever since saved him from that stupid demo-dog."

Steve's eyebrows furrowed in concern, "Hey, what do you mean by that?"

"Come on, it's obvious he sees you as an older brother, Steve. Why do you think he's always getting car rides from you?"

"Because you don't have a license?"

Y/N paused, blankly staring ahead.

He hadn't thought of that.

"Y/N," Steve began, "You're a good brother. Trust me, I'm not the only one Dustin doesn't shut up about."

Y/N smiled weakly, looking down at the floor of the car, before Steve stopped him, gently gripping his chin with his thumb, lifting Y/N's head up to make eye contact, "Now would you stop worrying, babe?" he asked ever so casually, contrasting to Y/N's sudden feeling of panic, "Tonight we're meant to be-"

"Shush!" Y/N hissed, turning his head away from Steve, who grew concerned at Y/N's sudden change in demeanor.

"What's wrong, babe?"

"You can't call me that, Steve!" Y/N whispered, the fear clear in his tone.

Steve's face fell as it dawned on him why Y/N was acting the way he was. He turned his head from side to side, peering through the window, "There's no one around, Y/N." he reassured, his tone soft and gentle.

Y/N was unconvinced, nerves getting the better of him as he avoided eye contact with Steve.

In a matter of seconds, the car started up again, and Steve slowly drove off and away from the school. The barely audible music from the radio played faintly as Steve drove along the road, sneaking glances at his anxiety-ridden boyfriend as he drove.

"I'm sorry." Y/N finally spoke up, breaking the painful silence.

Steve sighed, sending a sympathetic look toward him, "Y/N, you don't-"

"No, Steve." Y/N huffed, hitting his head against the headrest of the seat, "I do this every time. We have a good moment together, and I fucking ruin it."

"It's not your fault, Y/N." Steve said, his tone full of sincerity. Y/N looked at him in disbelief as he continued, "Y/N, I get why you're nervous about it, you don't have to be sorry."

"Well you seem to have no problem always looking like you wanna kiss me." Y/N mumbled, the teasing hint in their voice bringing a smile on Steve's face.

"Have you met me? I'm a dumbass who doesn't think shit through, Y/N. You're not wrong for being cautious. It sucks that we have to be, but..." Steve trailed off with a sigh.

"Yeah." Y/N sighed, their nerves calming down as Steve parked the car behind a building where Y/N was sure no one would be near.

They sat in the car, a comfortable silence falling, when Steve spoke up. "Plus, I've been through much worse than an asshole telling me who I can't kiss for me to not want to kiss you."

A grin immediately played on Y/N's lips at their boyfriend's comment as they stifled a laugh.

"What, don't laugh, I'm serious, who wouldn't wanna kiss you?" Steve added, smiling at his giggling boyfriend.

"You can be a real idiot, Stevie." Y/N said, pressing his lips against Steve's. They pulled away, smiling at Steve's blushing cheeks, "But you're my idiot."

A/N: I didn't mean to get into Dustin and Y/N's relationship so much just to completely move away from that, but imma go more into it in a part two

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100 Things I Love About You

Warnings: mentions of violence

Word count: 5.98k

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson x f!reader

A/n: pretend the movie “When Harry Met Sally” came out in ‘86 instead of ‘89; not proof read :0

Summary: Eddie writes you a letter that contains 100 things that he loves about you / reasons why he loves you. Best friends to lovers. (Inspo from 10 Things I Hate About You but reversed kinda).

You and Eddie had been friends since freshman year. You were the same age, and had graduated when he was supposed to. However, that didn’t stop you from hanging out with him and the rest of the boys.

And that definitely didn’t stop him from falling in love with you.

When your 20th birthday came along, you had a small party containing the boys from Hellfire, as well as Steve and Robin. Sitting in the living room, you started to open gifts. “Okay! Now for Eddie’s,” you say with excitement, and go to grab the envelope. He grabs your wrist though, making you, and everyone else, tilt their head in confusion. “If it’s okay,” he says with uncertainty, “can you open this after the party? It’s kinda personal.” He scratches the back of his neck in nervousness, but you smile and shove the envelope in your back pocket. “Of course Eddie. Okay, let’s get to Dustin’s then!”

A couple hours later, it had reached midnight. It was no longer your birthday. Which everyone then took as an excuse to leave. It was getting late anyways, so you understood why they wanted to get home as fast as they could. Besides, you were anxious to open Eddie’s letter and read what was so important that you couldn’t read in front of anyone else.

At your house, it had just been you and Eddie now as it hit 1am. Your parents were on vacation, so you two had the house to yourself. Making your way to your room, Eddie quickly followed behind. “So,” you exclaim all giggly. “What’s with this mysterious letter, Munson?” Eddie chuckles nervously behind you, making you kind of worry as you sit on your bed with a bounce. He closes the door behind you guys, and follows you on the bed. “It’s a surprise, sweetheart.” You still heard the nervousness in his voice, but chose not to comment on it. You thought it would only make him more nervous.

You grab the letter out of your back pocket and open it.

To the lovely Y/n L/n.

You smiled up at Eddie and saw how intensely he was watching you. “What is this, Eds?”

“Just read it, it’s okay. Just promise me that you won’t stop reading until the end?”

“I promise.” And with that, you unfold the letter. There were two pages that were stapled together, with writing on the front and the back. So with that, you began to read it.

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Y/n. Sweetheart. Happy 20th birthday. I’m sorry I couldn’t buy you anything, you know how broke I am. So instead, I came up with this stupid idea. You once told me how you wished someone would list things they loved about you after we watched When Harry Met Sally. So, of course, I took that as a challenge. Here are 100 things I love about you.

Your laugh. I love the way you throw your head back and close your eyes when I say something that’s just mildly funny. Your laugh is my favorite sound.

Your eyes. I particularly love when we hang out at night and I see the moon reflect in them. They shine so bright to the point where I can easily get lost in them if I stare too long.

Your kindness. I am obsessed with the cookies you always bake for Hellfire. The little designs you make are definitely not perfect but I wouldn’t trade them for the world. I know the boys wouldn’t either. I also love how you didn’t run away from me when we first met, even though you knew I was am the town freak.

Your style. Sure, you don’t dress like me (which is obviously the perfect style), but your outfits always make my day. Especially when you’re wearing a Hellfire shirt? I’m so glad I gave you one, sweetheart.

Your curiosity. I love when you always ask me about how to play dnd and no matter what, you always tend to ask questions. I also love how curious you are about how to play my guitar. You suck at it, but I still love to hear you play.

Your intelligence. You always find ways to inform me about things without making me feel stupid or small. Not only do I love teaching you things, but I love when you teach me.

Your hair. It looks absolutely perfect in my opinion. The way you wear it everyday makes me want to compliment you all the time. Every time I see someone with hair remotely the same as yours, I always think of you.

Your honesty. Even when I don’t want you to be honest, you are. And I thank you for that. I’m glad you don’t let me go out of the house looking like a slob, and you’ll tell me straight up if I have something between my teeth.

Your energy. You’re always so bright and energetic. Even if I’m having an off day, it never lasts long because you always find a way to get me bubbly, just like you.

Your ability to calm me down. You know how Jason is always pissing me the fuck off. But for some reason, you are the only one who can calm me down. Whenever you put your hands on my shoulders or cup my face and tell me to just breathe, I do exactly that. You’re my calm.

Your beauty. I’ve never met anyone who is, in the slightest degree, as beautiful as you. Of course I’ve seen other girls with your color hair and eyes, but none of them, and I mean none, can even compare to you. Your beauty deserves to be shared with the entire world, but for now, I’m glad I have the good fortune of being one of the few people who can really take you in.

Your reliability. Whenever we need a sub for Hellfire, boom, you’re there, even though you don’t really know how to play. Whenever I need help in math or english, boom, you’re there to tutor me even if you’re not doing so well yourself. I can rely on you to be there for me in a flash, and have never doubted you for a second.

Your voice. It’s music to my ears, sweetheart. Sometimes you retell stories but I don’t care because I’d hear you speak till the end of time. I love when you tell stories to the boys and you change your voice sometimes depending on who you’re imitating. When you’re imitating me, I love it the most. It makes me chuckle.

You care about my happiness. Whenever I’m having a bad day, you always find a way to cheer me up. “I want you to be happy, Eds.” No one has ever really cared about how I feel besides Uncle Wayne. Thank you, Y/n.

Your nicknames for me. I love how you call me Eds, pretty boy, Eddie the Banished, and dungeon master. The way they roll off your tongue makes my heart so full.

Your creativity. Though you don’t know a lot about dnd, I still admire how you help me create campaigns for our Hellfire meetings. You come up with so many ideas (I perfect them though) and they’re things that I would never even think of half the time.

Your humor. You always find ways to crack a joke, even if they’re the most stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. And yet, I always laugh. I don’t know why, I just do. Well actually, I think I laugh at them to see your smile. Yeah.. that’s it.

Your smile. You can light up a whole city with that damn thing, Y/n L/n. Your smile is more beautiful than my guitar. Hell, you’re more beautiful than my guitar.

Your drive to keep going. You never tend to give up, no matter how much that seems like the only option. This is especially true during class and when we’re studying together. “I’m almost done, Eds. Just let me answer one more question,” you’ll say. And I love it.

Your sense of adventure. You always want to go somewhere with me, whether you’ve been there or not. I’ll never forget the time we went to Lover’s Lake and you just jumped in the water. It was like March, the water was insanely cold. Yet, you were still laughing and giggling with those blue lips of yours. It took hours to warm you up, but I loved hugging you to do so.

Your hugs. Feeling your body close against mine is a feeling I’ll never forget. You instantly calm me down when you hug me, and I love to hold you whenever you want me to. Ask me for a hug L/n, and a hug is what you shall receive. No questions asked.

You let me see you cry. I know being vulnerable is pretty difficult for you, so I’m glad you feel comfortable enough around me to cry. I’m proud of you, sweetheart. I’m sorry I don’t tell you more often.

You let me cry. Being vulnerable for me is difficult too. My whole life, I was told crying isn’t for boys, and that if I want to be a man, crying is the last thing I’m supposed to do. But when you hold me while I cry into your shoulder, I feel okay. Like everything bad in my life is instantly gone. Because of you.

You accept me. I’m not accepted by like, anyone, besides the boys in Hellfire. But you never once judged me and looked past my reputation as the town freak. I’ll forever be grateful for that. For you.

Your protective nature. I love how you protect me and the boys. From Jason, from jocks, from danger in general. I remember when Jason once pushed me to the ground and you punched him right in the nose. I’ve never once seen you that mad. I swear, there was smoke coming out of those pretty little ears.

Your gentle side. You’re always so gentle and relaxing with me. I love how whenever you see me clench my fist in anger, you whisper to me to calm down and smile at me. Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you get mad (besides punching Jason, of course).

Your touches. The way you twist the rings on my fingers when you’re nervous or the way your hand rests on my thigh subconsciously, makes me swoon. I love it and I never want it to stop. Don’t ever stop.

Your love for children. The way you take care of the freshman just proves you have a good heart. You protect them as much as you protect me and never treat them differently. “Dustin, I promise, I believe Suzie is real. Screw everyone else,” I remember you once said. I still don’t believe she’s real, but okay.

Your loyalty. I’ll never forget when I first met you and didn’t really know you that well. Jason and his little posse came up to you while you were sitting with us at lunch, asking if you could “ditch us” and “sit with them instead.” You just laughed and told him to fuck off, saying you were with us and didn’t plan on leaving. It was right then and there that I knew. Knew what, you may be asking yourself? Just wait until the end of this letter, okay? Trust me.

The way you trust me. I remember when we were in the Upside Down and you admitted you were scared. I held you and whispered to you to trust me, that everything was going to be okay. Then, I felt your heart beat instantly slow down.

The way I trust you. I trust you when you say you won’t leave me. Which is rare, because everyone who has ever said that to me, has (spoiler alert) left me. But not you. You’re different, Y/n. In such a good way.

The fact that I feel safe with you. In the Upside Down, I was shitting bricks, obviously. But I felt better that you were by my side. Sure, I was, of course, scared for your safety. But at the same time, I don’t think I would’ve made it out without you.

Your music taste. Even though I hate to admit it, Abba isn’t so bad. Please don’t ever tell anyone I said that. Whenever I hear pop music, now I can’t help but think of you.

The way you dance. You dance as if no one is watching and it’s the cutest thing ever in my eyes. The way you bounce around to Tears for Fears, Queen, and The Smiths, makes me smile so hard that I just have to join you.

Your willingness to listen to me. I think you’re the only one in the world who actually wants to listen to me speak. You take in what I say and offer your own insight, which I love. It’s never mean or critical. You only say things that’ll help me or improve whatever I’m speaking to you about.

How you always say what’s on your mind, even if it’s not relevant to the conversation. I love whenever we are sitting in my trailer in silence, and you’ll say the most random shit. “If olive oil is made of olives, what is baby oil made of?” I remember you once saying. Then I replied, “Y/n, it’s fucking 3am.” I love the way your mind works, sweetheart.

The way you get along with Uncle Wayne. He absolutely loves you. I think he might love you more than he loves me, honestly. But I love how you connect with him and how you’re able to get him talking about random things. He’s introverted for the most part but with you? He’s a whole different person.

The way you care for animals. I remember once during sophomore year we were just strolling through the woods near school, and you saw an injured bird. Almost immediately, you got down to its level and picked it up. “Eddie, we have to take it to the vet!” You said. So, of course, we drove down there. The vet said you saved its life. I think that’s when I first realized how you don’t just have a pretty face, but you also have a pretty heart.

Your love of trying new things. You always find new things to do or try, which I absolutely love. You have a different hobby almost every week, as well as a new favorite food almost every day.

The way you tilt your head when you’re confused about something. God, you’re so cute when you do that. It makes me want to confuse you a bit more just so you keep that expression. Sorry, is that weird to say? I really hope not.

The way you won’t eat crust on bread. You always say how it’s just “extra bread” and you could feed it to the birds instead. You’ve actually got me taking off the crust of my sandwiches now. I didn’t even realize I was doing it until Uncle Wayne pointed it out one day.

Your optimism. You’re always so excited about the future, it makes me so happy. It makes me excited and actually motivated to graduate. I especially love how you always include me in the future with you. “It’s gonna be so good, Eds! Just me and you, and Wayne of course. You’re gonna graduate this year, I know it. It’s your year!”

The way you look at me. Whenever we’re speaking, you always look me in the eyes. It makes me want to speak more, just so I can have your full attention. It might just be wishful thinking, but sometimes I think you look at me the same way I look at you.

The way you sleep. Okay, I’m aware that sentence sounds very creepy, but hear me out. You look so peaceful when you’re sleeping, like a whole goddamn angel. Whenever you rest your head in my lap after a long day or on my shoulder, I always freeze. I get scared that if I move, you’ll move too and I’ll be cold without you sleeping on me.

The way you say my name. When I was younger, I hated my name. Even “Eddie” I didn’t like. I just felt like it didn’t fit me. But the second I heard that name fall out of your mouth, I realized I wouldn’t change it for the world. I have the most amazing fucking name ever.

Your weird love for Cabbage Patch Kids. I personally find those little shits so creepy. But every time I see one of them, I can’t help but think of you. “But they’re so cute, Eddie!” You always say. Sorry sweetheart, but you will not convince me to ever buy one of those. Nope.

Your inability to solve a Rubik’s cube. I think it’s so cute how you twist and turn the cube but just can’t do it. It’s so funny when you get a little frustrated. “Y/n, we’re gonna be late for school,” I say (even though I hate school). “Wait! I think I’ve done it!” You didn’t do it.

The way you take care of me when I’m sick. Remember that time I had like, 103 degree fever and was insanely contagious but you still stayed with me? Made me soup and checked my temperature every hour to make sure I was okay, put an ice pack on my head to cool the fever? I felt so loved. I’m still so shocked you didn’t get sick too.

The fact that you like my hair in a bun. I always used my hair as a way to cover my face, more so my side profile, but after you said you loved my hair up, I always find an excuse to put it in a bun. I have to admit, you’ve got me liking it now.

The fact that when we are having a fight, you call it a disagreement instead because you say a “fight sounds too mean” and “it’s us against the problem, not us against each other.”

The way you always make sure I’m fed. One morning I remember I had stayed over night by accident and we were running late for school. You asked me how many leftover slices of pizza I wanted for lunch. I said just one. You said okay. But when I opened my lunch box that day, I don’t think I had ever smiled wider. There were two slices, wrapped nicely in tin foil.

The way you healed my loneliness. Every time we’re hanging out together, I realized that I never want our time to end. I find myself driving slower just to hit red lights more often, just so I can sit in the car longer with you. I love how you make me want to not be alone.

Your advice. You always find the right words to say, at exactly the right time. Especially when it has to do with something with Jason. “Eddie, if you hit him back then people are going to assume you started the fight. You need to pick and choose your battles.” From now on, I only hit him if he insults you.

The way you reassure me. I don’t think I’ve ever believed anyone when they’ve told me words of encouragement or affirmation. But with you? I believe every word. “You’re nothing like your father, do you understand me? Nothing, Eddie Munson.” I don’t think I ever thanked you for saying that. Thank you, Y/n.

Your singing voice. I’m gonna be 100% honest with you sweetheart, you suck at singing. Karaoke? No, not for you. But.. I love it. The way you get so happy and giddy while singing off tune and a little ahead because you’re so excited? I can’t help but laugh in admiration.

Your silliness. I love how you always indulge in my stupid fantasy stories, even if you don’t understand them half the time. You always find ways to make silly voices and dance around and pretend with me. I love it.

The fact that you always ask for my opinion. I remember when everyone was trying to decide what to do for my birthday and you shut everyone up, turned to me, and smiled. “What do you wanna do, Eds?” Best birthday ever.

You remember little details about me. I remember once how we were at that diner on Crane Street, and I ordered a milkshake. When it came, it had whipped cream on it. “Excuse me,” you said to the waitress. “He doesn’t like whipped cream.” I remember smiling so hard because of the fact that you didn’t forget.

The way you make me say “I promise” when you’re unsure about something. “I have a bad feeling,” you once said. “I get those,” I replied. “They go away if you wait long enough.” I remember you smiling at me and tilting your head. “Promise?” I promised like 10 times. I love seeing your face light up when I say that I promise.

The way you trace my tattoos with your finger tips. I now tend to find excuses to wear short sleeves, just so you can touch my tattoos. It gives me goosebumps when you trace them, but I love it. It’s another way that you can calm me down.

The way you support me and my band. You’ve come to ever gig we’ve ever had. You always smile so widely and stand up to clap after we sing. I’m so happy you’re our number one fan. I think that deserves some free merch, huh?

The fact that you defend me. I remember meeting your parents for the first time in sophomore year, and they instantly hated me. But no matter how much they tried to convince you I was a bad person, you kept defending me. I’ll never forget that.

Your scent. Damn, I could’ve worded that differently, huh? I just mean I love the perfume you use. Every single time I smell it, whether it’s in the store or on Robin or something, I always think of you. You need to tell me the name of that so I can buy it for you as a gift.

How you use my words and phrases. I love whenever I hear you say “oh my ozzy,” instead of “oh my god.” It legit makes me swoon that you’ve picked up on my vocabulary and incorporated it into yours.

The fact that you always want to go whenever I am. I remember once Steve and Robin invited you to go roller skating with them. You turned to me and asked if I was going. When I said no, you turned to them and apologized, saying you weren’t going to go either. I’m glad you love to hang out with me.

The fact that you always take pictures of me. I usually hate photos that include me. But whenever you turn your Polaroid camera to me and tell me to smile, I can’t help but do exactly that. I remember once you told me to smile and I started to tickle you, and the picture came out all shaky but you had the brightest smile planted on your face. Still my favorite picture to this day.

Your stubbornness. When we were at Lover’s Lake and both Robin and Nancy jumped after Steve, I remember you were about to as well. I begged you not to, but you just held my face in your hands and said, “Eddie, either you follow me into the water, or you stay here. But I’m going. You can’t stop me.” And you jumped in. So obviously, I jumped in right after you. I couldn’t let you go alone. I hate that you’re so stubborn but love it at the same time.

Your clumsiness. I think it’s almost everyday where you tell me you have a mysterious bruise on your body. “Where’d you get that bruise from?” I’ll ask. You always just shrug. “No clue!” How the fuck do you not know? You’re so cute.

Your cleanliness. I love how well you clean up both yourself and your environment. Your room is always so organized whenever I come over (very opposite to me), and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you once look dirty (except our time in the Upside Down, but that doesn’t count).

When you worry about me. You didn’t leave my side once during my 3 week stay at the hospital, and I thank you for that. I remember Steve telling me how when I was in that coma for a couple days, you didn’t eat or sleep or drink. I also (briefly) remember when I was in your lap in the Upside Down. You were crying for me, and I’m so sorry I worried you the way I did.

Your hands. I hope that’s also not weird to say, but I love the way they look. Especially when you’re wearing one of my rings too? It makes me weak in the knees, sweetheart.

Your soul. I feel like the universe specifically handmade you and placed you in my path. I truly believe you saved my life, and there’s no one else I’d rather have done so. Thank you.

The way you have to sleep with a nightlight on. I think it’s adorable how you need some sort of light in the room before you can sleep. Now I make sure that whenever you’re over, I have a light for you. I want you to feel safe.

Your confidence. I love how you stand up for yourself when it comes to Jason. I remember once he told you about how you were ugly and I was ready to beat his face in. But you just laughed, and gave him the finger. “Seems like you’re projecting your own feelings there, Carver. Leave me the fuck alone.” I remember smirking and flipping him off as well. I loved seeing how shocked he was.

Your patience. I’m so grateful how patient you are with me. The way you understand if I get frustrated, or if I need space. I remember once I yelled at you, and it broke my heart almost instantly. I regretted it immediately. But you just smiled at me, and pulled me into a hug. “It’s okay Eddie, I know you’re just stressed. Just relax. It’s okay.” I don’t know what I’d do without you, sweetheart.

Your late night talks with me. I love how you always tend to just talk to me about your day, even if nothing spectacular happened. Then you’ll ask me about my day, and I love it. It makes me happy when we just sit and talk.

The fact that we have “a song.” I would’ve never thought our song would be There Is a Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths, but it is. I mean, The Smiths?! You’ve got a metal head liking The Smiths. Then again, I really do think the lyric “to die by your side, is such a heavenly way to die” is the perfect way to describe how I feel about you.

The way you get excited if an expiration date is your birthday. I remember once you went to make some soup, and you saw how the can had the same date as your birthday. You ran into my room, jumping up and down. “I need to save this can! My birthday’s on it!”

The fact that you write me little notes. I love how whenever you sleep over but have to leave early, you leave me a note with something along the lines of “sorry Eds! I had to leave early, but I’ll definitely see you tonight for movie night. Don’t miss me too much. <3”

The fact that you want to sit and watch movies with me. Normally people don’t feel the need to hang out with me for longer than 2 hours, at most. But you spend hours on end with me, just watching movies and getting all excited, scared, etc. Horror movies are my favorite to watch with you because of how you snuggle against my side in fear.

The way we cuddle. I love holding you when you sleep over at night. It makes me feel so safe knowing that you’re protected in my arms. I also love how we cuddle when watching those movies. It feels so natural to me, and I can only hope you feel the same.

You communicate with me. You never ignore me if you’re upset with me or make me wonder what I did wrong. You’ll tell me straight up and talk to me about it. I truly believe our communication skills are the best I have with another person.

You give me little gifts. All the gifts you give me are so thoughtful, it makes me feel so loved. I remember when you made me a whole mix tape of my favorite songs. You even added some of your favorites in there too (and I know I said I hate pop music, but it’s actually grown on me).

Your strength. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as strong as you. I realized that especially after our experience in the Upside Down. You’re strong both physically and mentally. I wish you didn’t go through what you did, but I’m glad you were by my side during it all.

The way you drive. God, you suck at driving. But it’s always so funny when I’m in the car with you. “Y/n, slow down!” I say while laughing. You laugh along with me, and then you go too slow. I don’t know how the hell you have your license. You do look pretty in the driver’s seat though. Prettier in the passenger’s.

You care about my problems. Whether they’re small or big, you always listen to when I rant or vent. “Your problems are my problems, Eds. I’m with you. It’s me and you.”

The fact that you always find ways to scare me. I remember once I heard a knock at my trailer, answered it, and no one was there. But when I turned around, there you were. I screamed so loud and you were laughing so much, tears were rolling down your face. You looked so pretty with that smile of yours.

The fact that you always forgive me. I remember once I turned around too quickly and knocked all your fruit punch on your favorite white shirt. “Oh no! Y/n, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to, I swear.” You just smiled at me and grabbed a napkin. “Hey, it is what it is Eddie! I forgive you.”

The fact that you cook for me and Uncle Wayne. “One Y/n Special, coming right up!” I remember Wayne looking at me with suspicious eyes, curious about what this meal would be. I definitely didn’t expect it to be eggs and bacon. But oh my ozzy, was it good.

The fact that when you’re nervous about something, you hold my hand. I remember once we were in class during junior year, and we had to dissect a frog. I saw you bouncing your leg in nervousness, and you instantly grabbed my hand under the table. We didn’t say anything to each other, but I knew this meant you were nervous. I didn’t mind it though.

Your love for the sky. Whether it be the clouds or the stars, you always find ways to look up in admiration. “Look at that cloud, Eddie! That’s definitely a dog, tell me I’m wrong.” We should go stargazing one day, sweetheart.

The way we have a height difference. I love how you look up at me and smile so lovingly. I don’t know what it is, but whenever I look down at you when you’re not looking, it makes my heart flutter. You look beautiful at any angle.

The way you furrow your eyebrows when you’re concentrating. I love how when you’re really into something, your eyebrows will kind of twitch ever so slightly. It’s adorable.

The fact that we can sit in comfortable silence. I love how whenever we’re at my trailer or your room and we have nothing to do, we just sit in silence. You’ll be reading a book or I’ll be coming up with ideas for my campaign. And I love it. I love just being in your presence.

The fact that whenever we are driving and you see flowers on the side of the road, you have to stop and grab them. Even if they’re on the brink of dying, you still stop and pick them. It’s cute. Now you’ve got me picking flowers on the side of the road, wanting to build a whole bouquet for you. But they keep dying before I can give them to you. Sorry about that, sweetheart.

The way you talk to your friends about me. I remember in sophomore year, you were good friends with Chrissy. I overheard her asking about me, and I heard the smile in your voice. “He’s such a good guy, Chrissy! He’s funny and smart and I love how he plays dnd.” It made me smile so hard when I heard how you spoke about me.

Your name. I love your name, it fits you so well. I love saying it, I love the nicknames for it, I love that it belongs to you. Your name is my favorite name (besides mine, obviously).

Your heart. I think you have the most beautiful heart in the entire world, and I wish the world would experience just how amazing you truly are. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world for being able to know you, Y/n.

The way you make me feel. You’re my favorite feeling. You make me feel stupid for ever believing that I couldn’t be loved the way I am. You’ve healed me, sweetheart.

You. I’m falling in love with you. Hell, I think I already have fallen in love with you. I love you, Y/n L/n. And I always will. It will always be you. Loving you makes me feel alive. I love to love you, and I don’t think I’ll ever stop.

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By now, the pages were stained with your tears as you read each sensitive word Eddie wrote down for you. You look up at him and see tears threatening to spill out of his eyes in nervousness. He was waiting for you to say something, anything. However, all you could do is drop the papers in your hands and pull him into a hug. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he instantly hugs you back.

“Eddie,” you whisper, and feel the goosebumps erupt on his neck. You pull away and smile widely at him. “I needed you to know,” he whispers back. “Even if you don’t feel the same way, I just needed you to know. I.. I love you.” You smile widely and bite your bottom lip in excitement.

“I love you too, are you kidding me? I’ve loved you since I met you, Eds.” You see his eyes widen in surprise, and he scoots closer to you. “You mean it?” You laugh and hit his arm lightly. “Oh my ozzy Eds, are you for real? Even if I didn’t, this letter would have made me fall in love with you on the spot. This is the nicest and most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.”

He smiles at you and puts his hand under your chin. “Does this mean I get to kiss you, sweetheart?” You laugh and lean in. “You can kiss me whenever you’d like, Eddie.”

And, of course, he does exactly that.

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peterparkersnose · 2 years

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Steve Harrington’s Favorite Things

the smell of your hair when you come home from the salon

spearmint gum

spending time with you and dustin at the same time

it makes it feel like he has a tiny little family

eating shrimp

tube socks

the fourth of july

when you curl the ends of your hair

he genuinely just likes your hair

it’s one of the things he admires most about you

the scent of rain

when you make sarcastic comments

robin’s stupid secret ankle tattoo

bubble baths?

but his hair CANNOT get wet

the bubble soap is bad for the hair, duh

taco night

his children obviously

mrs wheeler???

secret milf lover

cheeseburgers

running around the block just before sunrise

watching wrestling

the way you sneeze

kittens

when you pull on his shoulders during sexy time

bc the hair is a no go

how much you absolutely love his chest hair

despite what dustin says

the rare occasion where you will write him a letter

he secretly eats that shit up but refuses to let you know

possums

when he allows you to put the LIGHTEST most NATURAL amount of makeup on him

he enjoys that smooth skin look

fragile masculinity, what can I say?

mentally picking out baby names

he’s torn between having them all have the same first letter of their name or not

and which letter?

S obviously

or the first letter of your name

steve enjoys making money

he likes saving it, imagining all the future things he can do with it

even if the movie rental store is a small start, it’s something

sleeping on couches

intertwining your toes with his

you absolutely hate it, half of the fun for steve is just to watch you squirm

but honestly,

feet

secrets, steve loves secrets

it makes him feel important

and he will keep one until the day he dies (which isn’t coming anytime soon)

when eddie called him ‘big boy’

filet mignon

the green bay packers

eating stale doritos

thin eyebrows

steve loves the feeling of random unexpected chaos

fire drill pulled during the day and you had to miss class?

a large storm came unexpectedly?

he tripped and sprained his ankle?

loves that shit

the sound suitcases make then they roll

womens rights!

steve may be a bit confused sometimes, but he always supports his fellow females

the texture of a basketball

the promise ring he bought you

did i mention feet?

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mads-weasley · 2 years

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Beat Up Babysitters

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Masterlist

A/N: It's been a while since I've written for Steve! I hope y'all like it!

Summary: Steve and (y/n) face off with Billy in order to protect the kids.

Warnings: mentions of blood, fighting, fluff

(y/h/c) - your hair color

As (y/n) watched Dustin and Steve clear out the Byer's refrigerator to make room for the demo-dog that El had killed, she couldn't help but chuckle at the way the pair interacted. It was like Steve was the older brother that Dustin never had, and (y/n) was so thankful that her boyfriend was taking over that role.

The slamming of the fridge door broke her from her thoughts. The girl looked up to see them staring at the fridge, Steve ruffling Dustin's hair lovingly. She could've sworn her heart melted right there. Steve turned toward her as Dustin walked to find his friends.

"What's got you smiling all cute like that, Henderson?" he asks with a smirk, sauntering towards her.

She just smiled in return. "You."

"Me?" he chuckles, "What did I do?"

"You take care of us, Steve. And Dustin, he absolutely adores you."

Steve tugs her into a hug, rubbing her back. "I love you guys."

Pulling away, Steve cupped her cheeks, going in for a kiss but was interrupted by the sound of arguing in the living room. Sighing, he took (y/n)'s hand and led her towards the kids who were supposed to be cleaning.

Mike was heard first. "You weren't in there, Lucas. That lab is swarming with hundreds of those dogs."

"Demo-dogs!" yelled Dustin from the other room.

Throwing his hands up, Lucas turned towards Mike. "The chief will take care of her!"

"Like she needs protection," (y/n) whispered to herself.

Having enough, Steve steps up. "Listen, dude, a coach calls a play in a game, bottom line, you execute it. All right?"

Mike stares him down. "Okay, first of all, this isn't some stupid sports game. And second, we're not even in the game. We're on the bench."

"So my point is..." Steve stammered, glancing back at (y/n) for help. She stepped up next to him.

"We may not be in the game right now, but-uh-when the coach calls us to sub in the game, we need to be-"

Pursing her lips, she looked up at Steve with a defeated look. "Right, yeah," he starts, "We're on the bench, so, uh, there's nothing we can do."

"That's not entirely true," Dustin announces to the group.

From there, the kids described their plan to torch the hub in the tunnels, drawing the Demo-dogs away from El at the lab. The whole time, (y/n) and Steve were giving each other looks of disapproval, knowing how dangerous the plan could be.

Hearing all she could stand, (y/n) clapped her hands in front of her, getting their attention. "Hey. Hey! Hey! This is not happening."

"But-" Mike started, being cut off by Steve.

"No, no, no, no, no," he spat rapidly. "No buts. We promised we’d keep you shitheads safe, and that's exactly what we plan on doing."

(Y/n) pointed her finger towards the ground. "We're staying here. On the bench. And we're waiting on the starting team to do their job. Does everybody understand that?"

All the kids were silent except Mike. Why was it always Mike? "This isn't some stupid sports game!"

"She said does everybody understand that?" Steve questioned, slinging a towel off his shoulder towards the boy. "We need a yes."

Before they could respond, the sound of a revving engine filled the room. Max and Lucas ran to the window, cursing when they saw who it was.

"It's my brother," she whispered. "He can't know I'm here. He'll kill me. He'll kill us."

Steve and (y/n)'s eyes met briefly as they silently decided what to do. She started to follow him to the door but was stopped by his gentle hand on her shoulder.

"I need you to stay in here, baby. Keep the kids safe."

She nodded, watching him walk out the door. Her and the kids watched the tense interaction from the window. They couldn't hear anything, but when Billy pointed to the window, they knew they'd been spotted. Cursing under her breath, (y/n) quickly gets the kids to the kitchen, standing in front of them protectively.

When the door swung open and Billy walked through, (y/n) saw Steve's unmoving figure on the pavement.

"Well, well, well," he said, slamming the door behind him with a crash. "Lucas Sinclair. What a surprise."

(Y/n) flung her hands out, pushing them behind her again as Billy got closer. "Billy, you need to leave. Now!" she stated calmly, suppressing the immense fear she felt.

He completely ignored her, looking straight at his sister. "You disobeyed me. And you know what happens when you disobey me."

"Billy leave!" (Y/n) tried again.

His dark eyes never left Max. "Not without her."

"I can't let you do that."

"You remember what happens, Max?" he whispers, eyes drifting to (y/n). "I break things."

In an instant, he rushed forward and slammed into (y/n), sending her flying into the wall behind her with a loud thud. As (y/n) lay on the ground catching her breath, he moved on to Lucas, holding him up against the wall. She could hear the kids' screams over the ringing in her ears and when she saw Dustin kick Billy between his legs, she knew she had a chance.

"So dead, Sinclair! You're dead!" He yelled at Lucas, about to charge the boy.

Scrambling to her feet, (y/n) called his name from behind him, throwing a punch as he turned around. The swing hit its mark, but it didn't seem to bother him much. He wiped a drop of blood from his lip and let out a sinister laugh that made (y/n)'s blood run cold.

Swinging his fist at her wildly, she was able to dodge the first blow but caught the second bone-crunching punch to the cheek. She lost her balance momentarily and had to grab the kitchen counter to stay upright as she groaned. The ringing in her ear was back, now accompanied by blurry vision.

Dustin's voice could be heard through the ringing. "(Y/n), get out of there!"

"Guys, you get out of 'ere!" she slurred.

"(Y/n), look ou-"

In her dazed state, she failed to see Billy approaching her again. This time, he took a step and kicked her square in the chest. All the air was knocked from her lungs and she fell back against the kitchen table, her head hitting a table leg with a sickening crack.

She thought her head was going to explode from the pressure building up inside it and every sound increased the growing pain in her head. (Y/n) opened her eyes slightly, but all she saw through her blurry vision was two Billys standing over her.

"Wait. Why are there two of you?" (Y/n) whispered, dark overtaking her vision.

Billy pointed towards her. "Stay down, Henderson," he growled before turning back to Lucas and the others.

"Now where were we?" he asked. "Oh yeah. You're dead."

Steve appeared out of nowhere, grabbing Billy's attention. "No. You are."

The last thing (y/n) saw was Steve throwing a punch at Billy, knocking him down momentarily. After that, the pressure in her head became too much, and her vision faded to black.

The second Steve saw (y/n) slumped unconscious on the floor, a rage filled him that he'd never felt before. He pelted Billy swing after swing, unable to stop himself. Steve was winning until Billy got a hold of a plate and smashed it over his head. He stumbled back, giving Billy the upper hand.

Soon, Billy was on top of Steve, delivering punch after punch on the boy's already bloody and bruised face.

"He's gonna kill him!" the kids yelled.

When he realized this might be it, (y/n)'s face filled his mind. Her smile, laugh, the way she rambles on about the things she loves, He was going to miss that. With every blow he took, the world got darker and darker for Steve.

He knew he was one punch away from unconsciousness, but when it never came, he cracked his eyes open the best he could. Billy was on the ground, Max standing over him with the nail bat. Leaning up to look past them, he saw Dustin next to (y/n) on the kitchen floor, trying to wake her up with no success. Steve quietly called out to her, but nobody could hear him. Head thumping against the floor, his eyes closed as he was dragged into unconsciousness.

The roaring of an engine stirred Steve awake. Blurry figures and muffled yelling filled his senses. He glanced at the figure next to him.

"(Y/n)? Where is she?" he whispered.

The face of the person became clear, revealing Dustin, who looked at Steve with pity. Groaning in pain, he tried to touch his throbbing nose, but Dustin pushed his hand away. "No, don't touch it."

He slowly looked back up at him, starting to become more aware of his surroundings and the pain he was in.

"Hey, buddy," Dustin paused. "It's okay. You guys put up a good fight. He kicked your butt, but you put up a fight. You're okay."

Steve closed his eyes, face scrunching in pain. "Wh-where's (y/n)?"

The sight of her unconscious on the Byers' kitchen floor flashed in his mind, and he began to frantically look around the car for her. Dustin placed his hand on Steve's shoulder, pointing to the other side of him. His eyes slowly followed where Dustin was pointing, and he sighed in relief finding her slumped against his other shoulder.

Purple bruises were starting to form on her right cheek and eye, the swelling distorting her features. If he didn't know any better, he'd have thought she was just peacefully sleeping on his shoulder, not unconscious. Lightly cupping her cheek with one hand, he rubbed it softly, trying to wake her up.

"We already tried that, dips-"

"Mike. Stop." Max yelled from the front seat, drawing Steve's attention to her.

Steve's eyes flick around the car, realizing what was happening. "What's going on?"

The redhead looked back at him and everything fell into place. "Oh no. No, no, no."

"Just relax. She's driven before."

The kids started to argue about Max's driving experience as Steve freaked out even more. "Whoa! Stop the car. Slow down."

"I told you he's freak out." Mike smarted. "And just wait until (y/n) wakes up. She's gonna be even worse."

"Stop. The. Car." Steve yelled.

Max, having enough, turned towards the backseat. "Everybody shut up! I'm trying to focus!"

"Oh wait!" Lucas screamed, pointing in front of them. "That's Mount Sanai! Make a left!"

Cursing, she made a hard left, making everyone scream when she slammed into a mailbox that shook the car violently. Steve held onto (y/n) as they continued to run off the road.

When they finally arrived at the entrance of the tunnels, Steve clambered out of the vehicle, relying on the door to hold him up.

"We are not going down there right now. I made myself clear. There is no chance we're going into that hol-"

Out of nowhere, he heard a small voice from the car. "Steve?"

He leaned back into the car, smiling when he saw (y/n) half awake. At this point, anything was better than her being unconscious. Squinting her eyes, she groaned, reaching up to her cheek.

"Why does everything hurt?"

Steve had gotten back in the car and slid next to her, pulling her into his arms. "Billy beat the crap out of us, babe."

"Are you okay?" she asked quietly, running her hands through his hair like he loved.

Chuckling, Steve grabbed an icepack from beside them, gently pressing it to the back of her head. "How's your head? The kids said you fell and knocked it pretty good."

"It hurts, Steve. But so does my cheek, and my eye, and my back."

His brows furrowed. "What happened to your back?"

"Billy threw me up against the wall."

Placing his head in his hands, he sighed shakily. "I'm so sorry that I couldn't protect you, (y/n/n). I love you. I'm sorry, baby."

Sitting up slowly, she moved his hands from his face, cupping his cheeks. "It's okay. It's not your fault. It's our job to protect the kids, and we did that." She lifted his face to look at her. "We did our job, even if it ends with us being a bunch of beat-up babysitters."

"I'd gladly be the beat-up boyfriend if it meant that you'd be okay."

A lazy smile grew on her face. "Nah. I'm okay. I can take it."

"You shouldn't have to." He said lowly, voice serious.

"Steve. We're in this together. These kids are our kids. I love you."

He leaned down, connecting their lips softly, (y/n) hooking her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. The couple was interrupted by Dustin clearing his throat, trying not to gag.

"That image is seared into my mind forever," he announced, matter-of-factly. "Steve, we have to go, now."

(Y/n)'s brows furrowed as they separated and Steve climbed out of the car. "I'm coming, too," she stated, getting out of the car. The first step she took out of the car, she lost her balance and started to fall over. Thankfully, Steve was there to catch her.

"Uhhh no. You're staying here, babe."

Lowering her back into the passenger's seat, he kissed her on the cheek lovingly.

"Don't go anywhere."

"Haha, very funny. Take care of our kids, Harrington!" she yelled, ignoring the pounding of her head.

Steve looked over his shoulder with a grin. "Always, Henderson."

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