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withoneheadlight · 3 years

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I’m s o r r y but I made myself sad over this one so naturally I’m here to share the pain

Okay so I was thinking about the alternate timelines//realities thing and what if there’s a universe where Billy dies, and a universe where Steve dies,, and somehow they meet ~maybe in the Upside Down???~ and Steve is like 🥺 b i l l y,,, but Billy can’t deal with it??? Like, “you’re A Steve, but you’re not MY Steve”

| quick heads up!: mentions of death and mourning ahead |

Ahhhhhh, Kelly!. Bring the pain, bring the pain, we’ll deal with it together, cry together, blow our noses together! 😢😢

i’ve been having my mind full of that alt timelines/realities idea these last few days, and that’s surely the reason why that’s what I saw in your beautiful 3-sentence fic, both because a post i saw about one of the boys dying (i can’t find it now. please human who posted it, tell me if it was yours!) and bc of this marvel @edith-moonshadow (<3) wrote in one of my posts. and then you sent me this ask and wrote that fantastic piece and-- IT'S ALL BEEN VERY COSMIC AND PLANETARY ALINGTMENLY and i didn’t want to make myself sadder or make you sadder but,

I can imagine how it’d go. Both of them trapped on the upside-down. Both of them bleeding out. Sliced down as they are, right through the middle. Half a Billy and half a Steve, the wound still fresh with the part they’re missing and I imagine they could barely stand it, right at the beginning, the mere sight of that other that’s not― That’ just not. What was once love rotting into hate, into feeling trapped, doomed, to live in this cage with the constant reminder of their loss.

And Billy’d miss the way Steve used to roll his eyes at him, and the way Steve used to sigh all dramatic like ‘God, Billy Hargrove, you’re too much for me I swear’ but would then wink and pull him close and steal a kiss, voice falling low to smile a ‘Definitely way more than I deserve’ into his mouth. Would miss the way Steve used to brush his hair to the side, bite at the curve of his neck, and words, they always sounded better when Steve traced them against the shell of his ear ‘Tell me I’m your pretty boy’ he’d say and Billy would tell him, would try to catch his lips but ‘Ah-ah’ and Steve’d shake his head, brush their lips together ‘First babe, you gotta tell me how much I love you’, holding him tight and not letting him go ‘till Billy would get over the way his cheeks were blushing, and tell him. But―

This Steve. This Steve doesn’t love this Billy. Doesn’t love Billy. This Steve gets mad and yells at him when Billy’s been ‘Too fucking much, I swear! You’re too fucking much’ and it hurts, when he puts his hands on his hips and looks exactly like his Steve. And it hurts even worse, when he sets his jaw and looks wrong and like somebody else completely (And it hurts even worseworseworse, when he finally says it, what they both think. When he opens up those pretty lips Billy used to kiss, to love, those pretty lips that used to say ‘I love you’: “Of all the monsters in here, you’re the only one that gives me nightmares”).

This Steve never calls him by his name. This Steve doesn’t look him in the eye. This Steve hates him.

And weeks pass, and months pass, and they repel each other, can't stand each other but ―they can’t, either, even if none of them ever says it, bear the idea of splitting apart. And Steve’s house is not Steve’s house, but it makes do, with its walls re-painted in horrors and damp seeping through the floral wallpaper of the hallway his mama used to be so proud of. And there’s mold growing in the mattress and invisible night-terrors that bite living in the blankets and it gets cold at night. Cold and lonely and hopeless. And Steve doesn't want to and Billy doesn't want to but. They sleep together. Back to back. Touch only where they have to touch. Not to freeze (not to feel. Except they― ). Wake up together (like they used to). Steve's face buried in Billy's curls and the smell, the smell is the same. Exactly, perfectly, dishearteningly. The same. Right there, all along the tenderness at the curve of Billy’s (this. Not his. Thisthisthis. Never his) neck.

And weeks pass, and months pass, and it hurts. Every minute, every second and every tiny, tiny particle of time. Because this Billy is not Billy and Steve―

Steve’s missing a half. Steve’s an open wound and it doesn't matter how much alike they are, how much they feel (exactly, perfectly, dishearteningly) the same under Steve’s touch, because this Billy is another Steve's and he doesn't fit, and he wouldn’t ever heal, against his skin but― his blue eyes are the same and those curls of his look like they’ve forever captured the sun in the same way and his scars are gone but when the creatures hurt him and draw new ones Steve recognizes under his fingertips the familiar shapes of his back, the way Billy bleeds, the way his skin feels warmth against his palms and,

Billy.

Billy recognizes the way Steve touches him, the way he groans a "Be quiet for frikin’ once. And hold still!" but then, lower, softer, a whisper “Shhh. C’mon. Shhh. Just a second, alright? I promise I’ll be careful” and Billy does and bites down his tongue and the pain and the tears as Steve stitches the wound and Billy wants to ask him to sew his whole body, too, all along that wide wide line where it used to fit that half he’s missing, but what he says is "Would you kiss me once? Just once? So I can feel like I still have him?".

And it's the same. And it's different. And it's not Steve. But it is. Steve. And they kiss and Steve’s crying, because is thesamethesamethesame, the way Billy’s lashes are falling and Billy wants to say ‘I love you’, but he doesn't, and it becomes a lump in his throat as they kiss and kiss and kiss for hours, on that bed they’ve been sharing, that bed they’ve only been touching for survival, and when they're done, Billy wants to ask Steve to sew his lips together too. So he can’t ask him again. So he can not want to but― the nights are cold and lonely and hopeless. So they touch. And they kiss. And weeks pass. And they touch and they kiss and they fuck. And months pass. And they kiss and touch and fuck and fight. And they need each other. Want each other. Hate each other. Hate themselves. And then Steve says "I'll never love you. I'll never love you like I loved him" and Billy says "Neither I will”. And they’re both are bleeding. Been bleeding for so long. Bleeding out. And they won’t heal, a Billy-less and a Steve-less, as they are. So it spreads. The rot. And it's even worse like this, hating what there’s left of themselves. Because they don’t fit but it feels like they do, when they touch and they kiss and they fuck. When they fight.

(When it feels like love but― isn’t).

(Can’t be)

And weeks pass and months pass and neither of them says it (‘Wanna touch you again, kiss you again, fuck you again’), even though they're both thinking it and it’s been almost two and a half years. Five hundred days. Five hundred nights. Of hiding from each other, of finding each other in this endless night, when the dormant creatures start to crawl out of their nests, when the darkness is filled again with growls and howls and screeches. With danger. Vines coming back to life after their hundred years of sleep and then something’s coming something’s coming something’s coming and,

“Take all you can”

“Get the bat!”

“Run, Billy run!”

“Block the door! Block the door!”

“The head! Steve! Slam ‘m on the head!”

“Come on, come on, come on! Let’s get the shit outta here”

and then,

“The gate. Somebody must be opening the gate”

They find it.

Seven feet. That’s how far it is. That's how close they are from making it. And must be some kind of cosmic joke, so Billy laughs at it. Gives that one to the universe. Chokes on his own blood.

Steve’s blurred, less and less clear every time he blinks. Still the most beautiful thing Billy’s ever seen.

“C’mon, pretty boy” he says. Squeezes Steve's hand tighter. Just one second. It’s the end of the end of the world and Billy feels like he’s spent a whole lifetime like this. Stealing Steve Harrington in seconds. So he can steal one more. That’s always been the deal. Just a little more, a little more, since the moment he saw him “You know you hafta go”

Salt. Tears. That detail, Billy always forgets: they taste exactly like the ocean.

“Nah. I’m thinking that― they won't split us apart. Not this time”

Tears. Salt. The ocean on Steve’s lips. Taste like coming back. Coming Back home. But,

“It’s ok, pretty boy. I’m not him”

Steve shrugs. Smiles. Dots on the curve of his cheek. Eyes like the first day of fall. It’s in the curve of his lips, where Billy’s history has always been rewritten.

“But there was a me, that loved you. And there was a you, that loved me. And I guess it’s just impossible. Not to do it again so―” and words, they always sound better when Steve traces them against the shell of his ear, says,

“Can you kiss me? So I can know how it is to have you?”

And it’s the end of the end of the world.

(But,

Time Swirls. Space wraps around itself. Reality flickers. So maybe― maybe it really is. The end. But. Maybe,

There's a house. Steve’s house. And is not the same. But it’s not different, either. And there’s daylight pouring down the hallways, burning bright against that soft-gold wallpaper his mama’s always been so proud of. And the mattress is soft and warm and feels familiar. And the blankets smell like softener and old memories. Like new memories. Like us. Us.

“Tell me how much you love me”

Steve brushes Billy’s hair to the side, runs his lips all along the curve of his neck, leaves a kiss behind his ear. And it’s the same, but it’s different and Billy know it’s always, always gonna hurt. Because they’re still a Billy-less and a Steve-less but. They’re always gonna be a Billy one Steve loved, a Steve one Billy loved. They’re this Billy and this Steve.

But there’s this one thing, that’s always gonna be the same. This one thing neither of them would ever do in halves.

“I love you with all my heart,” he says, and draws Steve closer, closer, ‘till there’s barely any space left between them.

And they allow themselves to feel, where their wounds touch.

Allow themselves to love.)

#harringrove #i'm sorry #for the terribleness of this #but thank you so So much for making me feel inspired #and for being SUCH a dear <3<3<3 #i wrote this and still can't shake the all other possible ideas out of my head #the sadder and happier possibilities #ahhh #ill stop or ill just ramble essssndlessly #<3<3<3<33<#also!#@lovebillyhargorve my lof #this is a 'this billy with this steve' sorta thing?#look at what you've made to me <3<3<#edith. u there? as always. thanks for adding magic to my brain #tw: death #tw: mourning #also yep its not a trick of your mind i keep on paraphrasing my favorite oscar wild line #xharringrove

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tricksters-captain · 3 years

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Bucky Barnes imagines - Won’t you take it back?

AN: I don’t think this is my best Bucky fic but it’s inspired by my favourite Billie Eilish song ‘I love you’.

Summary: On a flight back home from a mission, Bucky admits his feelings to you.

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,527

Warnings: ANGST, set pre infinity war and endgame but post civil war, Sad Bucky... Unrequited Love... Right person, wrong time love...

You sat back against your chair and closed your eyes.

Your whole body ached from the mission but at least you were on your way home.

It hadn’t meant to be too strenuous a mission especially since it was just you and Bucky sent out but you had run into more trouble than you expected. Now your muscles were paying for that.

“You okay?” Bucky asked you as he watched you from his own seat.

“Just tired.” You lazily opened your eyes to look at the man.

His dark hair was tied back out of his face but a few strands had escaped and were hanging loosely by his eyes.

“Are you okay? You took a pretty bad beating back there.” You knew Bucky could handle it but it didn’t stop you from worrying.

“I’m fine.” Bucky assured you.

“You sure?” You cocked your eyebrows at the man. “Looks like those cogs are turning to me.”

Bucky chuckled quietly as you tapped your temple with your index finger.

“These flights just... They’re killing me.” Bucky scratched the back of his head as he leant forward.

“It was Tony’s idea that we take a red eye. Means he doesn’t need to reorganise his entire day if we arrive in the morning to brief him on the mission.”

“I get the concept of a red eye but in practise it makes me wish we never even learnt to fly.” Bucky couldn't help but grumble.

“If we weren’t flying right now, we’d probably be on some ship and that would take even longer to get back to the compound.” You said as you peered out of the window at the night sky.

“I wouldn't mind that.” Bucky admitted, lifting his hand from the chair’s arm and slapping it back down.

“Yes but Steve would.” You turned back to Bucky with a smile. “His best friend and his girlfriend leaving him at the compound for even longer than necessary without back up against Tony and Natasha... He wouldn’t be happy.”

Bucky’s smile faltered at the mention of Steve.

You didn’t notice.

“You ever think about what our lives would have been if things were different?” Bucky asked you after a short moment of silence.

“What do you mean?” You asked curiously.

“What if you had met me before you met Steve?”

“Well I probably would have had my ass handed to me.” You reminded him that if that was the case then you would’ve met Bucky as the Winter Soldier.

“That’s not what I meant.” Bucky murmured, shifting in his seat.

“Then what did you mean, James?” You smirked at the man.

“I meant what would have happened if you fell for me instead of Steve...”

You were hoping it was some kind of trick question but the dark intensity in Bucky’s blue eyes relayed to you that it was serious.

“What?” You laughed slightly to try and break the tension in the air.

Bucky didn’t repeat himself.

“Buck...” You started. “That type of question isn’t... I can’t answer...” You struggled to find the right answer.

“It’s alright.” Bucky brushed it away. “It was a stupid question.”

The pain in Bucky’s eyes as he looked away made your heart seize.

“Bucky...” You said softly, leaning forward slightly. “Buck, you know I love you.”

“Not in the way I want.” Bucky’s head shot back to look at you again.

“Bucky...”

“I love you, (Y/n).” Bucky confessed. “I love you the same way Steve does. The same way every guy who spends more than five minutes with you does. I love you.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying, Buck...” You shook your head as you rose from your seat.

“Yes I do.” Bucky’s eyes followed you as you stood but he remained in his seat.

“No, no you don’t.” You turned your back on the man. “You can’t mean that. Y-You can’t mean that, Bucky, because I’m with Steve. I’m with your best friend. You can’t say that. You can’t tell me you love me...”

“But I do.” Bucky’s voice held as much pain as his eyes had. “I love everything about you. I love your smile, I love your laugh, I love the way you always go for the same knife because you think it’s lucky, I love––”

“––Bucky please!” You cut him off, spinning around to face him again.

He was now standing. Only a mere few feet away from you.

“Take it back.” You whispered. “Please just take it back and I’ll forget you ever said anything and things won’t have to change.”

“They already have.” Bucky’s eyes began to water as he pushed a sad smile onto his face.

The smile made your chest ache.

“Buck...” You pressed your hand to your forehead as you closed your eyes. “Tell me you’re lying. Tell me this is all some kind of joke.”

“I have loved you from the start. I loved you before Steve did.” Bucky couldn’t lie about that.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked.

You watched a tear roll down Bucky’s face as he let eyes drop to the floor for a moment.

“Because it was too late. When I saw you and him at the party, I-I... It was too late for me.”

“You were my best friend, Buck.. You could have told me.”

“Would it have made a difference?”

You closed your mouth, your jaw clenching as you searched for the right answer.

But you couldn't find one.

Piercing; your eyes stared back at Bucky’s with more words than you could ever say.

And within the blink of an eye, Bucky stepped towards you; wrapping his hand behind your neck and pulled you towards him.

He kissed you.

And you kissed him back.

The kiss was rough, desperate, his lips fought against your own. His salty tears rolled down into the kiss, onto your tongues. His hands scrambled for your skin, he touched your neck, your cheeks, your hair...

But you only let the kiss last what felt like seconds before you pulled away.

“I can’t...” You gasped for air as you managed to tear yourself away from him.

Bucky tried to step towards you again but you took a step back this time.

“Bucky.” You whispered. “No.”

“(Y/n)...” Bucky’s eyes sought after yours.

You touched your lips with your fingers and let your eyelids close.

What had you done?

...

“I won’t tell Steve if that’s what you’re worried about.” Bucky’s voice broke through your thoughts. You had been stood in silence for longer than you realised.

“Bucky...” You went to speak but Bucky stopped you.

“Will you just do something for me?” Bucky asked, his hands now resting on his hips.

You nodded; not trusting your voice.

“Will you just... Next time you’re with Steve will you just look at him. Just really look at him and ask yourself is he who you really want?”

“Bucky that’s ridic––”

“––Will you just do that?” Bucky sounded desperate. Almost angry. “For me? Just do that for me? Please.”

You chose not to respond but he knew it wasn’t a no.

Bucky walked past you to disappear into the cockpit to give the both of you some time.

You sat back down in your seat and pulled your knees up to your chin. You buried your face into your knees as you tried to block out what had just happened.

Bucky, your best friend, your boyfriends best friend had just confessed his feelings for you and then kissed you. And you kissed him back.

You felt yourself start to cry but it wasn’t out of guilt but frustration.

...

After a while, Bucky returned from the cockpit. He figured he couldn’t hide in there for the entirety of the flight without annoying the pilot.

As he made his way back, he found you asleep in your seat with a frown painted across your features.

He sighed quietly.

He reached up and pulled a blanket out of the compartment above your head. He placed it over you gently before stroking his hand over your hair.

He knew what he had done was wrong. He loved you but he also loved Steve. You were Steve’s and he had stolen a kiss that didn’t belong to him.

When you next opened your eyes, you had landed. You figured the fight with Bucky must've exhausted you enough to cause you to actually fall asleep.

Bucky was already at the door waiting for it to open.

You stood and stretched but you didn’t meet his eye.

“Welcome back.” Steve’s voice greeted the both you as you finally exited the plane.

Steve hugged Bucky warmly before he turned to you.

“Hey handsome.” You smiled brightly as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Hello gorgeous.” Steve greeted you back with his own tight embrace.

As your chin rested on Steve’s shoulder, you watched Bucky look back at you. He pressed his lips into a thin tight line as he slowly backed away to head inside the compound.

“You alright?” Steve asked as he pulled away.

“Yeah.” You forced a smile. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

AN: This was something a bit different but I hoped you liked it all the same.

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mourntheantagonist · 3 years

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#HarringroveApril Day 20: Breeze

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Steve never volunteered himself as the party’s designated chauffeur, that life simply chose him. He was gifted with his own walkie, which felt less like a gift, and more like their little leash on him, making sure he didn’t have the excuse not to drive them somewhere. It would be nine in the morning and Dustin’s voice would sound over the speaker, high frequencies from interference piercing his ears making falling back to sleep seem like something impossible, especially considering Dustin Henderson was absolutely relentless and would continue to scream for Steve to wake up until he ultimately gave into his demands to drive them to the arcade or the mall or anywhere really.

And Steve was just glad to have a reason to get dressed and get out of the house.

So Steve was their little emergency hotline that was never actually used for emergencies. So he wasn’t surprised when Dustin called him up early on a Saturday morning for yet another ride, he just picked up with a “Where to this time? Arcade again?” in a groggy voice, his eyes squinting from the morning light blinding him through his window.

“No. Skate park actually.”

Steve shook his head like he’d heard that wrong. “You don’t skate.”

“Yeah, but Max does.” Dustin said, in a tone suggesting that Steve was being ridiculous.

“Dude I thought you were over her. Isn’t she with Lucas?” Steve was just rubbing at his eyes trying to make sense of the whole thing.

“She dumped him.”

“Again?”

“Yeah, again. That’s why we need you to drive us so he can get her back.”

Steve didn’t feel like asking why she broke up with him, or more precisely, what Lucas did to make her break up with him, way too tired and he was sure he’d get an earful on the drive over anyway. He just said a tired “Alright” and pulled himself the rest of the way out of bed.

Steve didn’t usually stay to hang out. He was more the “drop off” and “pick up” kind of chauffeur, but the sun was out and the temperature was warm but not too warm and there was a comfortable breeze on his skin. He was already dressed and had nothing better to do, and he was sure that watching Lucas beg for Max back would be far more entertaining than anything he could get on the TV at home.

While Dustin, Lucas, Mike and Will all stood in the corner, huddled together while they went over the “game plan”, Steve took to a bench on the side and watched some of the skaters in the bowl.

He watched a kid who couldn’t be much older than twelve wipe out as soon as he dropped in, scraping up his hands and knees and it took a lot out of Steve not to go all “mama bear” and help him. Fortunately some older kid had dropped in and helped him up before Steve felt like he had to. The guy gently picked him up and lifted him up to the side of the bowl and handed over his board.

“Shake it off kid. You’ll get it eventually if you keep practicing.” He said, tousling the kids hair causing him to wipe away the tears and smile, and Steve knew that voice, and he should have realized instantly just at that dirty blonde mullet alone.

And of course he was the next to drop in, and unlike the kid who preceded him, he didn’t fall over.

Steve watched as he did his tricks, he didn’t know much about what he was watching, but what he did know was just the fact that Billy was still upright and on his feet was impressive in its own right. Max had to have learned it somewhere.

He was wearing a white tank and short, very short, green shorts that definitely looked to be just a size too small.

Steve was staring, he was definitely staring.

But surprisingly enough it hadn’t been the tight little shorts that hugged his ass, or the exposed muscles of his arms glistening with just the slightest bit of sweat that caught his eye for the most part. Instead of his eyes traveling down, they traveled up. All the way to that hair that had to have grown at least two inches in the past couple of months that blew out of his face as he salted from one side of the bowl to the other side.

Steve would have sworn he was watching an advertisement of some kind because he looked like a fucking model. If only Jonathan had been around to snap a picture, because Steve would love to have that moment saved and pinned to his wall like a teenage girl cutting pictures out of a magazine.

Billy jumped out after just a minute, but to Steve it felt like forever, and at the same time, not nearly long enough.

But the breeze was still there, gently blowing his hair back and out of his face, exposing his neck full on to the crowd and Steve’s brain short circuited just a little bit at the sight.

And he completely powered off when he watched Billy from the other side of the bowl as he waterfalled some water out of a bottle into his mouth, his head tilted back and missing a little bit so he had drops dripping down his chin and onto his chest and maybe it was a little weird but Steve found that hot as hell.

“Earth to Steve.”

He wasn’t even pulled away by the sound of his voice, but by the snapping fingers that blocked his view. His really nice view. He jerked his head to the right where Dustin was staring at him with that plain look of disgust that had practically been his signature look.

“Please tell me you weren’t looking where I think you were looking.”

“No idea what you’re talking about.”

Dustin’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. “Steve you’re blushing!” he said with a pointed finger.

“Shhhhh!!!” Steve pushed Dustin’s hand away and tried to steer the conversation elsewhere. “How did it go between Max and Lucas?”

“She stomped on his foot and told him to come back with a better apology, so… progress?”

Steve laughed, kind of upset he had to miss that.

“Now back to Billy Hargrove. Why?!”

Steve put his head in his hands and started to regret once again divulging that information about liking dudes to this kid who just never shut up about it once he found out.

“I’m not talking about this with you here!”

“So there is something to talk about.” Steve didn’t respond, chose not to entertain him any further. “Looks like your eye candy is coming over. I’m going to make myself scarce.”

Dustin wasn’t lying. Billy was already walking over and Dustin was already walking away so Steve was left there trying to dry off his sweaty palms on the thighs of his jeans.

“You the taxi driver again?” Billy asked.

“No, that would imply I’m getting paid to do this.”

Billy laughed and it was just so odd seeing him like that. So free with his guard down, allowing him to smile, real and genuine and not something that was trying to be menacing.

“Did Sinclair apologize?”

“Yes, but apparently not to Max’s standards.”

Billy looked over his shoulder to see Max about twenty feet away, just kicking her board into the fence.

“Damn she looks fucking pissed.” Billy said, and Steve could only agree with that assessment. “I better get her out of here before she snaps it in half. Will I see you around?”

Steve just nodded, unable to think of something to say. Just watching as Billy turned himself around and his eyes caught sight once again of that hair just perfectly flowing in the breeze like the air stream was coordinated just to make him look like that. And he couldn’t stop himself from letting the words come out of his mouth.

“Hey Billy, uh,” Steve said, and Billy stopped to look back at him, and the turn itself, it was all just so cinematic. “you looked great out there.”

And Steve wasn’t talking about skateboarding.

And with the way Billy smiled back at him with a blush that matched his own, maybe Billy picked up on that too.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #stranger things #steve harrington #mandi writes tresh #ficlet #harringrove april #harringroveapril #this one is kinda dumb but I couldn’t think of anything else 😅

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margoshansons · 5 years

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I gave you up

Steve Harrington x Reader. Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: For @yessii-i: Steve and Reader have been best friends for years. She confesses her feelings, he doesn’t reciprocate, until he sees her with someone. Jealous!Steve. Based on Cruel to Care by Leon.

Warnings: Angsty feelings. Sexy times. Swearing.

Notes: I hope this is what you were expecting! I had some fun. The first part takes place during the beginning of season 2 and the second part takes place afterward.

Three years. Three fucking years and all she had done with her master plan was tell Nancy about her predicament.

“Just tell him how you feel” She offered, “I mean, what’s the worst he could do?”

Y/N threw a pillow at the younger teen, “He could reject me and our friendship could be ruined forever.”

Nancy flipped around, staring at the girl who had recently confessed her love for her current boyfriend. “Look, I’m planning on breaking up with him tomorrow anyway, so maybe you could y’know, help him move on?”

Y/N leaned forward on the bed of Nancy’s room, facing the vanity her friend was currently stationed at. “You really think he would take me on?”

Nancy turned around, the finishing touches on her costume finished. “First of all, I hate that amazing wordplay you just used, you know how I feel about that song,”

Y/N smiled at the girl’s irritation.

“And second” Nancy continued, “Of course he will. He’d be a fool not to.”

The two girls embraced before hearing the honk from Steve’s car, racing down the stairs to notify Mrs. Wheeler of their location.

“Evening ladies” Steve called from the driver’s seat, sunglasses covering his eyes. No doubt scanning Nancy’s body from behind the black shades.

“Keep it in your pants Harrington” Y/N sassed, hiding the butterflies that fluttered whenever Steve was around. She moved into the back, letting Nancy take shotgun for one more day.

“You guys ready to have some fun?” He asked, his smile sending her heart soaring as her chest swelled.

“Hell yeah, we are” Y/N shot back, slapping her hand on his in a high five.

The party was one of the more wilder ones, and that was in part due to the appearance of a brand new kid named Billy and his newly acquired friends. Even if she ignored the jealously that was slithering from her core to her throat as Nancy and Steve danced the night away, the alcohol helped.

Y/N’s stomach warmed, and she could feel the spiked juice working its way up to her brain, electrifying her nerves, sending pulses of adrenaline through her, until she finally danced her way over to Steve, ready to follow Nancy’s advice. Ready to finally tell Steve about the feelings she’s been harboring since they had been little kids together.

She found him by the bathroom, the alcohol preventing her from noticing the distressed look on his face, or the tears that had recently escaped.

“Y/N” He wiped his face, “Thank god you’re here, I need your advice--”

“Just shut up for a moment please?” Y/N cut off, shocked by her own aggressive behavior the same way Steve was. He lurched back at the comment, following her instructions. “I’ve been meaning to tell you something for three years, and now I think I finally have the courage to do it so please, don’t interrupt me.”

Her best friend nodded, the hurt look in his eyes staying longer than he wanted it to.

“We’ve been through so much together and I wouldn’t trade those experiences for anything” she began to ramble, ignoring Steve’s attempt to interject. “But I would be lying if I said I never thought about pursuing anything more. I mean it’s not just your hair, though it is a beautiful thing of god’s creation, but it’s your amazing way you’ve been able to comfort me, It’s the board games we played when we were little, It’s everything you do really.”

“Y/N this isn’t really a good time--”

“I guess, what I'm really trying to say, Steve Harrington,” Y/N breathed, knowing she’ll remember every bit of this in the morning, “Is that I am in love with you. In every possible way.”

The silence between them was deafening. Even as the music swirled through her ears, all she could focus on was the lack of words coming from Steve’s mouth.

“Steve?” Y/N asked, voice breaking, “Could you please say something?”

“Y/N I--” Steve stammered, running his hand through his hair. “I, uh, I don’t know how to tell you this--”

Y/N bit her cheek. He didn’t feel the same way. Of course, he didn’t. She didn’t need to hear it to know. “You don't have to say anything”

She gave one last longing look at the man she loved, almost tasting the apology he was going to stutter out. “I understand” Y/N turned away from her best friend, ignoring his reaching hands and stammering apologies as he didn’t even try to follow her out. She ignored the tears painting her face with the makeup Nancy had put on her face earlier, she ignored the pain spreading in her chest as she realized what she had just done.

She had ruined her relationship with her best friend. The person who had helped patch up her knee when she scraped it biking, the person who had held her when her father had left. The person who bought her ice cream and sang to her favorite songs whenever she was feeling sad.

That person was out of her life forever.

What the hell was she going to do without him?

She shouldn’t be missing him. She should be cursing his name. Wishing he was dead. She should be burning every piece of memorabilia the two had collected over the years. She should be punching pillows, envisioning his face on them. She should be letting go. She should hate him.

But she knew she couldn’t.

“This seat taken?”

Y/N looked up from the curb to see the curly mane of Billy Hargrove, his bright blue eyes and smirk enchanting the entire high school in one night.

“No,” she said, unsure why, “Go ahead.”

All she wanted to do was stare straight ahead. Wiping the tears from her face, she ignored the heat of Billy beside her. How his smile seemed so reminiscent of Steve’s. How he didn’t seem to want to leave after seeing her break down.

“So uh, what’s got you sitting out here instead of joining the party?” Billy asked, offering a cigarette. Y/N took it, lighting it with the lighter Steve had given her for her birthday, the lighter she had kept in her pocket for the past year.

“I, uh, told someone how I felt” Y/N admitted, taking a drag. “And let me guess” Billy faced her, “He didn’t feel the same way.”

Y/N nodded her head, biting her lip in frustration while Billy continued to talk.

“I don’t see why I mean you’re gorgeous for starters”

She chuckled at his compliment, blood rushing to her cheeks.

Billy smiled at the sad girl, cigarette still between his teeth. “Wow, and your laugh is just adorable. How the hell did this guy turn you down?”

Y/N shrugged, unsure why she suddenly felt so comfortable around this stranger, “Wrong time I guess.”

“Yeah, timing can be a bitch huh?”

Y/N embraced the silence. It wasn't awkward like earlier. It felt natural. It felt...good. Her stomach fluttered when he met her gaze again, her lips perking up slightly.

“You need a ride home?” Billy asked, gesturing to a blue car a bit down the line.

Y/N nodded, grasping the hand Billy had offered her. The two bonded further on the ride home, discussing favorite movies, awful siblings, and how much high school sucked. She learned that Billy loved to surf, and how much he missed California. By the time Billy was dropping her off, she didn’t want the ride to end.

He reminded her of Steve. How things used to be before he started dating Nancy and pulling further and further away.

She didn’t know why she did it. Maybe because he was the closest she’d get to Steve. Maybe she still had alcohol in her system.

All she knew was that her lips were on Billy’s, begging him for more. Trading breaths like it was second nature. He felt so natural. He felt new. He felt good.

“Maybe take me on a date first huh L/N?” BIlly joked before she dug back in, her hands scraping his curls upward, while his hands found her waist, pulling her over the cupholders and into the driver’s seat. His hands scraped up her back, tossing her flimsy shirt aside before crashing his lips on hers once again.

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He had bought flowers. Fucking flowers. Roses were romantic right? That said ‘hey i realized I love you and want to say I'm sorry at the same time’. Right? He knocked on the door, nerves spiking in his chest as he waited for the wooden door from his fondest memories to open.

“Harrington” The grating voice of his nightmares answered. “What brings you here?” Hargrove’s eyes trailed down to the roses in his hand, his chewing gum smacking obnoxiously.

“I should be asking you the same question Hargrove” Steve crossed his arms, trying to seem as intimidating as possible.

“Well, I was invited here by Y/N.” Hargrove continued, a smirk forming on his face. “Y’know She was pretty distraught that night of the party.”

The pain in Steve’s chest returned as he remembered the awful look she had worn the rest of the night. The look he had caused. The look that had somehow disappeared whenever this douchebag was around. Rage rose.

“Look, can I just see her?” Steve asked, unsure why he felt he had to.

Hargrove blocked the door once again. “I think it was you that turned that sexy thing down Harrington. And as Y/N’s boyfriend, I don’t think I can tolerate that.”

Steve almost got whiplash at his statement. “I-I’m sorry, Boyfriend?”

Irritation sprung up in his stomach, slithering through his body until it fed every dark impulse in him. He wanted to punch the smirk right off of Hargrove’s stupid face. He wanted to tackle him to the ground, choking him all the while screaming about how Y/N deserves better than the creep he is.

“What’s the matter, Harrington?” Hargrove asked, the smirk growing wider. “Upset you missed your chance to hit that?” He leaned closer until he was next to his ear. “Well let me tell you, she;s really not that great. But oh boy, does she scream like the virgin she is-- Sorry, was.”

The irritation turned to rage, spilling out over him as Steve smashed Billy’s head against the door frame. He had no right to talk about Y/N like that. He had no right to ever put his hands on her body like that.

Hargrove pulled the flowers from his hand, wiping the blood from his lip. “Thanks for the flowers, dickhead”

The door shut in his face.

He stormed down the driveway, anger bubbling in his chest, all while the dull pain remained.

“Steve!” her musical voice called, running after him. He had to hold his breath at the sight. Her messy hair and sweatpants sending butterflies flying. “Wait, I uh, I want to apologize for the party.” “Hargrove?” Steve growled, surprised at the malice in his voice. “Really? All the people in the world and you choose him?”

Y/N stepped back, narrowing her eyes at her friend. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you say you're in love with me one night, and then you decide to sneak off with him instead?”

Y/N huffed incredulously, “You made it very clear that you wanted nothing to do with me after that night.”

“You didn't even give me a chance to say anything” He protested, knowing full well it wasn’t a valid excuse.

“I didn’t need to!” Y/N defended, “You could've followed me. You could’ve talked to me at school. You could’ve done a million other things than ignore me while you ran off to repair your relationship with Nancy!”

He could hear her voice break. His chest exploded at the sound. Sending a shot of pain through him. “I wasn’t repairing my relationship with Nancy”

Y/N scoffed, “And I’m just supposed to believe that? Why were you hanging out with her and her brother? Why didn’t you talk to me? Why were you hanging out with her brother’s friends?” He struggled to explain the situation without bringing up mind flayers and aliens from another dimension. “I was...babysitting.” “Babysitting?” Y/N’s eyebrow dropped skeptically. “Steve Harrington, King of Highschool, Babysitter?” Steve shrugged, “Yeah, I mean, their families pay well.”

Y/N scoffed. Biting her lip in frustration. The lips that he wanted so badly to touch. “I can’t believe this. You know, I never lied Steve. In all our years of knowing each other, I never lied to you.”

She began to walk away and he knew this time he had to reassure her. “You want the truth?” He began to follow her back up the driveway. “You want the truth Y/N?” “YES!” She screamed, hair whipping.

“The truth is, I’m fucking in love with you Y/N!” Steve confessed, nearly out of breath, “In every possible way and it kills me to see you with Hargrove at lunch. It kills me to see you shut me out. It kills me to ignore you and lie to you about the true circumstances of my life because I don’t even really know what the hell is going on!”

His breathing increased, continuing, “The only thing I’ve ever been sure about is how I feel about you and now…” Steve ran his hands through his hair, trailing off.

Y/N stood there, her mouth wide open at the revelation. Shock running through her system.

“You’re the only constant in my fucked up life,” Steve whispered, hands on his hips. “I just--I can’t lose you too. Please.”

He raised his eyes to meet her gaze, the girl he loved inching further and further away from him.

“Go home Steve” Y/N whispered, rubbing her arm nervously.

“Y/N please--” “Just...Go” Y/N breathed, a tear gathering in her eye, “Please.”

All Steve did was stand there, watching as his best friend retreated back inside her house. He could deal with losing Nancy. But Y/N? He didn’t know how to come back from that.

He thought about knocking once again. About telling her of Hargrove’s homicidal tendencies.

Instead, he simply stuffed his hands in his pockets and wandered down the street, with nothing but the sweet memories of their friendship to keep him warm in the chilly December weather.

Oof. That hurted. Please like and reblog and feel free to send in requests!

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jordanlahey · 5 years

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Hey I literally love your writing🥺, like how are you so good?!! I was wondering if maybe you could do a part two too prompt 18(the one with billy) if not that totally understandable

hehe thank you to be honest I don't really think I’m good I just write words and hope they make sense :)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Prompt: 18- “If I Treated You the Way You Treat Me, You Would Hate Me”

Summary: The one time you have the courage to tell Billy about how you feel backfires

Warnings: Language

Word count: 1112

A/N: Here is part 2! I have a whole day to write some requests. Requests open prompt list HERE!

Not once in your life have you ever had this much struggle sleeping, you tossed and turned and as soon as you felt yourself get sleepy your alarm for school went off. You groaned and just wanted to curl up and die, you couldn’t show your face at school and most certainly not to Billy. You felt horrible for shouting at him and you felt selfish and right now you wished you kept your mouth shut cause if you did Billy would still be in your bed probably complaining about how shit school is or something like that. I mean keeping quiet and still having Billy was better than not having him at all but look where you are now. You look at the corner of the room directly at the whole in the wall that he made, you were going to have to hide that from your parents but that wasn’t the main priority.

You headed for the shower hoping it’ll help mask how tired you look and maybe even refreshed. After your shower you gave up trying to not look like shit, you feel like shit so you look like shit and nobody needed to tell you that today. You headed down stairs, pulled your shoes on and grabbed your bag, swinging it over your shoulder.

Despite it being a lovely day outside for you all you could see was a dark cloud looming over you that wasn’t planning on going away and your stomach churned with guilt and it made you feel sick. A car pulled up beside you and part of you hoped it was Billy but no it was Steve.

“Hey Y/n! Need a lift?” He offered nicely, now you could go with him and distract yourself from Billy or you could keep walking and dwell on it. You decide the first idea was better and swung the car door open and slumped into the seat. “Uh Y/n, you look like utter shit.” You rolled your head over to look at him.

“You really know how to make a girl feel better, don’t you.” There was a little bit of humour in your voice and Steve chuckled.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He started driving occasionally looking over at you.

“Doesn’t matter, you wouldn’t believe me anyway.” You stares out the window as Steve drove, it was silent but loud at the same time. You wish you could shut it off the constant battle in your head but it wasn’t going to happen. You found yourself thinking about what would have happened if he wasn’t looking at where is hand was going to collide, what if it had hit your face? How would he have reacted, your eyes started to fog up with tears again and you did your best to play it off.

As Steve pulled into the school you jumped out before he could park the car. You heard him call your name but you ignored it and carried on walking, you hoped that if you could get to your Locker grab what you need and head to the first class you could avoid Billy in the halls but you were wrong. Billy was beside your locker with one of the girls in your next class, he looked at you and two of you basically had a staring contest, the look he had was unreadable and it frustrates you because he is so damn good at hiding emotions and pretending nothing happened. You concluded that his stare was out of hatred for how you shouted at him but you should be mad at him too he put a hole in your wall. Your heart aches again and you turned away and headed to the toilet.

Unfortunately I’m the girls toilets Carol was there and you hated her with a passion so you turned on your heels to walk out colliding to someone. Their hands gripped the sides of your arms, you tried to struggle out of their grip but it wasn’t working.

“We have to talk.” Your heart stopped in your chest. Why did you have to clash into him! Billy dragged you to the nearest empty room and you pulled your arm so he would let you go. You both stood in silence away from each other, waiting for someone to speak up.

“As you can see Billy there is nothing for us to talk about.” You sighed and headed for the door but he blocked your path. “Seriously Billy, please get out of my way.” He did move but only to pull you into a hug. You didn’t move you were shocked and frozen.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I care about you.” He spoke, his head buried into your hair. “I’m sorry for scaring you last night too.”

“And I didn’t lie about what I said. I love you billy and it hurts.” Your breath was shaky, you wrapped your arms around him. You could have sworn that you heard him cry. “Billy are you crying?” You tried to pull away so you can see his face but he only held you closer. “Billy please.” he pulled away and your hands went to his face wiping away any stray tears, Billy put his hands on yours and just closed his eyes.”I shouldn’t have yelled at you, I’m so sorry!”

Billy sighed, he wasn’t mad at you anymore he was mad at himself because he was running around with other girls and the unknown reason to you was because he tried to get rid of his feelings for you. Not that he didn’t want to be with you to be honest he didn’t know why he was hiding them but he regrets it anyway. Billy dropped his hands and wrapped them around your waist, your faces only inches apart then he closed the gap between the two of you. His kisses always made you weak but this one wasn’t rough or needy it was meaningful and soft, you melted into the kiss and you were like putty in his hands.

“Please let me make it up to you.” He breathed, this could mean millions of things. “Y/n, princess please be mine for good this time.” Billy looked at you with pleading eyes you sighed.

“Only if you’ll be mine for good this time.” You saw him smile, not smirk it was a loving smile his answer was another kiss and you felt so much better as did he, the events of yesterday long forgotten.

“I love you.” He said Into the kiss, billy kept saying it between kisses. “I love you.”

“I love you to Billy.”

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moonlit-imagines · 5 years

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Relentlessly Ruthless

Steve Harrington x reader

warnings:

a/n: god every request i get hits closer and closer to home and i love it. also i really like my title bc its sexy ??

prompt: anonymous: “hi can you do a Steve Harrington x reader imagine where she is a badass and she has gotten into fights before but this one is really bad and Steve Harrington finds her unconscious on the ground outside school.( not her boyfriend yet) and take her to his house and cleans her up and they end up getting close after that and falling in love. You can take it from there soooo ya if you don’t wanna do it you don’t have to. But if you do thanks.”

You just didn’t know when to quit, did you? You were notorious for your body count when it came to fighting. You were nearly undefeated, there was always one time or another you weren’t feeling it that day, it kept things interesting. It was one of those days. Just about the whole student body was gathered behind the school to watch you and some bitchy blonde duke it out, only the blonde decided to play dirty, brought a knife to a fist fight. Nobody seemed to call it when the knife came out, and you weren’t one to run from a fight. She was a mean little thing, got you right in the leg, weakening you greatly. She went in and started rolling punches until she hit you in the head with the handle of her knife and down you went. Unconscious and alone on the pavement outside of Hawkins High. Everyone had abandoned you after this girl cheated to best you.

Steve Harrington, King of your very own Hawkins High, had just exited the back doors of the gym when he found you lying on the ground. When he rolled you over, he realized you were bleeding. He wasn’t going to just leave you there, so he lifted you up and brought you to his shiny BMW. What’s a little blood on the back seat gonna hurt? He laid you flat in the back and got in the driver’s seat.

“Everything’s gonna be alright.” He sighed. He wasn’t saying that to you, he was saying it to himself. He started the car and exited Hawkins High School’s little parking lot. Arrival to his house took about ten minutes. First, he rushed to his front double doors and opened them both up, then he pulled you from the car and carried you inside, kicking each door closed as he passed through. He dropped you onto the couch and went to get the first-aid kit. Unfortunately, you already had a hole and a pretty big bloodstain on your pants, so he just cut the pantleg off, making sure not to reveal too much of you.

He disinfected your stab wound. Thankfully, it wasn’t that deep. He poured some peroxide on it and wiped it down, repeating the process a few times, making you twitch some with each blow. Steve taped some gauze to your leg and went to go get a wet rag to clean the blood off your leg and face. While he was cleaning the red liquid from your face, you awoke. Confused as ever. Once you regained some kind of sense, you shot up and tried to get up on your own.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” You shouted. “Think you’re gonna take advantage of the girl who just got stabbed?” You tried to limp to the door, but Steve hurried over to block to door.

“Y/N, you’re hurt, please lie back down, I’m just trying to help.” He pleaded calmly. You looked down at the wound that had been inflicted a few hours before.

“Where is the left side of my pants?” You asked, fists balling.

“She stabbed right through them, I needed to patch up the open wound. You bled on everything.” He explained. You rubbed the top of your head. “What’s wrong?”

“She knocked me out with the handle of her knife.” You told him. He led you back to the couch and helped you down.

“I’ll get you some ice, if you want, you can shower and wash the rest of the blood off. I have extra clothes.” He informed you from the kitchen. He came back to the couch and handed you a makeshift ice pack, then leaned down next to you. You kissed his cheek and he started to mildly panic.

“Thanks, Steve.” You smiled weakly through the pain.

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You and Steve showed up to school together the next day, then the day after that, and the week after, and the one after that. You had become an item and that blonde that knocked you down was wishing she was the one Steve took home that night. You and Steve became a power couple of Hawkins High. He started fights and you finished them. He was like your lucky charm. Every fight you got into, you exited triumphantly. Nothing could stop you. Even Little Miss Switchblade came back for seconds, you ended up clocking her and taking her daddy’s knife that she stole. Just a token of victory, no big deal.

Your boyfriend, Steve, and you were unstoppable. Never have they seen such a perfect pair. You were the warrior of your high school, defending King Steve’s honor on several occasions. When Billy Hargrove showed up, things got a little tense. You were prepared to deck him in the jaw at any time.

“Well, hey there, baby.” Billy leaned onto your desk.

“I’m not your baby.” You flipped the page of your textbook.

“No, but you could be.” He suggested and you a single “hah” and got on with your work.

“I don’t think so, Billy.” Steve stood behind him with his arms crossed.

“Oh, so this is your bitch, Harrington?” Billy nodded. “Alright, there you go.” He tapped Steve on the side of the arm.

“I’m nobody’s bitch, dickhead.” You stood up from your chair.

“Y/N, sit down, I’ve got this.” Steve warned.

“Can it, Steve. I can hold my own.” You growled. Billy inched towards you, waiting for a reaction. He wanted you to cower, but you stood like stone, eyes front and feet planted.

“Yeah, Steve, you’re princess doesn’t need saving.” Billy was reaching for your hand, but before he could, Steve spun him around by the shoulder and taught him a lesson. His fist connected to his jaw and all hell broke loose. You were almost disappointed, that was supposed to be your fight. You hopped onto the windowsill and witnessed the bland fight of the two boys on the floor. Everyone flocked around them and cheered for their chosen boy.

You were unamused, walking right past the couple and into the hallway. Where were all the goddamn teachers? Eh, who cares, you just didn’t want these idiots to get caught.

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fatbottombucky · 6 years

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You Were So Brave *Steve Harrington x Reader*

Requested by Anon: Can you do a Steve Harrington based off of when they are in the junkyard and she’s freaking out and then a demidog pushes the reader to the ground and like scratches her arm and Steve hits it off of her with the bat and carries her to the bus and takes care of her. She’s Dustin’s sister. And can you make it fluffy, please? Pairings: Dustin Henderson x Sibling! Reader & Steve Harrington x Reader Warnings: Possible Season 2 Stranger Things spoilers, swearing - cause Dustin is a lil’ shit & Steve is Steve! A/N: My first Stranger Things/ Steve Harrington thing, so go easy on me guys. I have fallen in love with Harrington guy, despite not wanting to. Also, I always call Dustin, Dusty, Idk why-- it’s a thing me and my sister say when walking about him-- so, the reader has given Dustin that nickname. - Rosalie

You watched as the group of kids, plus Steve Harrington, for some reason, placed scrap metal against an old school bus in the old junkyard. They didn’t notice you, too preoccupied with whatever they are doing. You frowned, crossing your arms as you tried to figure out what the little shits were up to. Talking amongst themselves, Steve saying how they only have forty minutes of daylight left.

“Shit!” You hear your little brother, Dustin, mutter as he finally notices you.

“My sentiments exactly, Dusty.” You smile as you begin to walk over to the group, all dropping their scraps and trying to act ‘casual’ and ‘normal’. “I have three simple questions,” you hold up your left hand displaying three fingers to your little brother who sighs with annoyance. “One, what the fuck did you do to Mews? Two, why are you suddenly hanging around with Steve Harrington of all people? And Three, what the shit are you doing in the junkyard?” You crossed your arms, staring directly at your brother who struggled to find the answers to all of those questions, you raised an eyebrow.

Dustin sighed with slight frustration. “Okay, listen. You're my older sister and I love you, but can I be interrogated after I’m done here?” He asked also raising an eyebrow, you shake your head. “We’re about to fight Demogorgon that I kept as a pet, not realising it was one; it ate Mews. No one answered my Code Red, got Steve because he's a badass with a baseball bat, plus fortifying this place and you’re here wasting our precious time.” He breathed finally, placing his hands on his hips for emphasis.

You sighed softly and uncrossed your arms, looking at your brother and his friend Lucas. “I know you two have been through a lot, especially after last year, I get it. But, Dusty, you gotta stop with this Demo-whatever-bullshit.” He sighed loudly and rolled his eyes, “So, what, I’m expected to believe that a dimensional demon killed our cat?” He nods at you, curls falling in front of his face as you sigh and look expectantly at Steve Harrington, “And you’re going along with their silly games?”

“They’re telling the truth,” Steve shrugs, holding a baseball bat with nails sticking out of it.

“Alright, fine. I’m staying, prove me wrong, little brother.” Dustin just smiles and nods, leading you towards the school bus that they had all fortified for the ‘fight’.

You sat against the window, peeking out beside Dustin and Steve. It had just gotten dark and the junkyard looked eerily scary at this time of night, a light fog swept across the ground and the cars creaked against the soft winter wind. You huffed out of boredom, raising your eyebrows as you saw no Demogorgon appear. Dustin had tried to explain the ‘real’ events that happened last year, you tried to believe it, you really did but it was just too ridiculous to believe.

“Since when does Steve Harrington, King of Hawkins High, hang out with kids?” You whispered to Steve, smiling as he chuckled.

He sighed softly. “Honestly, your brother can be very demanding.” You nodded in agreement, “He’s not lying, by the way. Wish he was, wish I didn’t see it but it happened, all of it.” You frowned slightly, nodding slowly at his words. “Besides didn’t you hear? Billy Hargrove is the new king.” He rolls his brown eyes, his voice mixed with annoyance at the new guy.

Before you can say anything. “Ten O’clock,” Lucas shouts, you all rush to look out of the window. Squinting through the fog to see it, you chuckle inwardly at the shadow of the Demogorgon… a dog. It’s a dog, you roll your eyes.

“It’s just a dog.” You mutter, the sounds it makes sounds as though it is sick or something, you look at Dustin who is talking to Steve about why it isn’t going to the meat. “It’s sick, probably a stray. I don’t see the big deal,” you stand up and instantly Dustin is trying to block your way. “Dusty, I tried to listen to you and I even gave you the benefit of the doubt but I will not be made a fool of.” You push past him and open the doors, stepping outside.

It seems a lot darker when you step out of the bus, a lot colder too. A chill shivers down your spine as you walk towards the dog, the noises or growls, whatever sounds it makes, are louder and terrifying. You stop walking and the fog clears a little, you gasp softly once you see the dog up close. It’s furless and skinny, a black and yellowish, hints of green colour to it. The face, if you could even call it that, was something from a nightmare.

You step backwards, your back hitting something hard, yet soft. “Don’t move.” It’s Steve, you want to laugh because you’re literally frozen in place. “That’s some ugly dog.” Steve tries to mutter a joke, only he can feel you shaking in fear as you stare at the thing before you. You can hear someone yell at Steve, only you can’t hear them, your focus trained on the monster in front as it stalks silently towards you both.

Steve pushes you out of the way as two more pounce from behind; you fall to the floor just a few feet away from the bus. You sit up, instantly regretting it because the blood rushes to your head makes you dizzy. You hear Dustin, Lucas and Max, all yelling at you and you turn just in time to see a demogorgon jump at you. The little strength you have you manage to roll and face it, pushing your hands out to stop it from fully jumping on you. It feels disgusting as it looks, slimy and sticky, you scream slightly as it's face opens up. Rows, upon rows, of sharp teeth stare directly back at you.

You’re too distracted to feel the claw of its foot scratch your shoulder and collarbone, you try to push it off as it’s saliva dripped down onto your face. You see Steve run up and swing the bat, hitting the demogorgon on the head, sweeping it off of you. He leans down and helps pull you up, wrapping an arm around your waist and essentially carrying you back towards the bus where the kids are waiting for you. You both fall into the bus, Lucas and Max shutting the doors before the monsters get in.

Your heart is racing in your chest, you can hear the blood thumping around your body as well as the demogorgons outside, trying to get in and kill you. You feel the bus rattle with every push they make, you can hear the growls and snarls through the metal. You can’t seem to breathe, the pain in your shoulder becomes slightly unbearable too now that the adrenaline is wearing thin.

“Y/N, hey, it’s okay.” A voice startles you and a hand is pressed against your good shoulder, your eyes fly to dark brown ones that are comforting and safe. “They’re gone now, okay?” Steve’s voice is soft and calm. “We gotta get you back somewhere safe, you got a nasty cut.” Your breathing begins to even out, you follow Steve’s breathing unintentionally.

“Where're the kids? Where’s my brother?” You ask frantically, trying to see around Steve’s body but the pain in your shoulder stops you and you hiss in agony.

Steve presses a hand against the cut, numbing it slightly. “They’re just outside, waiting for us. The demogorgons ran off, being called someplace else. We have to get going, can you stand up?” He asks, you nod.

You slowly push yourself up, facing Steve he smiles encouragingly at you. You start to see black spots in your vision, frowning slightly as the world becomes dark around you. The last thing you see is Steve’s concerned brown eyes and him calling your name, plus your little brothers.

“Y/N, wake up!” Your eyes blink open, straining against the dim light. “Heyyy, there she is.” Steve leaning over you, smiling slightly down at you, he helps you sit up and you don’t recognise the room you are in. “We’re at the Byers, we ran into them on the way back.” He mentions, sitting on the bed beside you.

“Is everyone okay?”

Steve smiles softly and nods. “Most, Bob Newby… unfortunately didn’t make it. Will… there’s a lot going on with that kid, that’s for sure.” You nod slightly, your shoulder feeling tender and you see it’s all bandaged up neatly. “I did the best I could, I’m used to minor injuries.” Steve shrugs and you smile.

“Thank you,” you mutter. “For just about everything today, if I wasn’t so dumb I wouldn’t have gotten in the way.”

“What you did wasn’t dumb, dangerous? Yes, but dumb? No way. I should’ve gotten to you quicker, would’ve saved you from a scratched up arm!” Steve sighs, his voice holding an air of defeat like it was his fault you got hurt tonight.

Shaking your head, you sit forward closer to him. “No, don’t do that. It could’ve been a lot worse if you weren’t there, I’m glad you were there. Protecting my brother, the kids and me, okay? You were so brave, really, Steve. I don’t even want to think what could’ve happened if you weren’t there.” You tell him sincerely, he nods looking at you, staring at you intensely.

A comforting silence surrounds you both, you only just now realise how close you are sitting next to one another. You watch as Steve’s eyes dart from your eyes to your lips, you breathe hitches slightly at the thought of him kissing you. You never gave thought to Steve Harrington, he was just Nancy’s boyfriend, your friend’s boyfriend but now… there was something different. You couldn’t place your finger on the feeling but there was something happening.

“You’re awake!” A voice startles you, you throw yourself back and muffle the slight groan of pain your feel and glance to the doorway where your brother is stood grinning like the idiot he is. “Was I interrupting something?” He asked, a mischievous grin coming upon his face and you shake your head, watching as Steve stands up.

“I’ll leave you two to talk,” Steve mutters and walks to the door, turning to see Dustin sit where he did. He catches your eye, you smile slightly before going back to listening to your brother explain everything you had missed. He sighs silently to himself, shutting the door and leaning against it. “What the fuck!”

(I didn’t know how to end it, so hopefully, this is good enough for you anon? You didn’t specify an ending. Room for a part two lol I have like 20 Steve requests, thank you to everyone who sent them in. - Rosalie)

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