#let it be known: steve harrington knew how to eat a girl out
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Don't Be So Hard (Steddie X Plus Size You)
"Don't be so hard on yourself The name of the game is humiliation, And thanks for your admiration. I never thought I'd say this: The way that we play has its confrontation, And guilt by association."
A/N: New version of these beings for me to try out. Thank you @bimbobaggins69 for the idea by just being amazing <3.
This take place 10 years after events in season 4 so about 1996.
Warnings: Older Dom (30s) Coach Steve Harrington/Older Dom (30s) Professor Eddie Munson & Young (20s) Fem Plus size Sub Student Y/N (whew! That's a mouth full lol), SMUT, spanking, choking, degrading, voyeurism, use of sir, FLUFF, Eddie and Steve have an established relationship. ANGST (because I'm me), reader is plus size and gets name called by the jocks (they call her names like piggy), one of them does assault her (pushes her and yells at her; brief), Steddie saves the day, mentions of reader staring in a play that makes her anxious due to her body.
This whole dynamic is technically angsty (which is why I love it muahaha).
Word Count: 8679
“I fucking hate schools.”, you grumble under your breath as you hit snooze on your alarm for the fifth time that morning. The beginning of your junior year spring semester at Hawkins University started today but the idea of getting out of bed sounded exhausting. In Hawkins, everyone was in everyone else’s business and being the bigger girl some of the jocks felt the need to butt in more than anyone else.
“Hey Y/N. Did you put on more weight this summer? Those jeans look like they’re about to pop!”
“Should you be eating that, piggy? Maybe try a salad every now and then.”
You thought when you left high school, you wouldn’t have to deal with this crap anymore but unfortunately some of it followed you to college.
When you finally made it to your first class it was right before it began so you could avoid any unwanted conversation. You weren’t so lucky.
“Heeeeeeey, Y/N.”, football star Martin Click cooed obnoxiously as he leaned towards you from his seat above yours. “I was hoping we’d have some classes together, piggy. I missed you over the summer. You couldn’t bother to dress up for me?”
“Oh, sorry Martin, if I had known we would be sharing a class I would have made myself uglier but unfortunately for me that’s impossible since I’m so fucking sexy. Maybe you can tutor me on how to be a sloppy asshole.”
The breathy laugh that echoed to your ears caught you off guard as you glanced up towards the front of the classroom and met the chocolate eyes of your new Literature & Writing professor.
“I’m sorry.”, you whisper as red paints your face.
“No, no. No reason to be sorry. I thought it was a good comeback.”, he grinned making you blush even more. “Mr. Click, should I tell Coach Harrington that you’re more focused on ladies attire than my class or are we going to behave this semester?”
Rolling his eyes, Martin leaned back in his chair making the professor smugly smirk as he winked in your direction.
“As I’m sure ya’ll are aware, I’m professor Munson and if you’re here because of my reputation then I will kindly ask you to leave. I’m not here to talk about my past or my family history.”
You had heard rumors about Eddie Munson and of course knew all about him being on the run back when you were little. You parents never let you leave the house or play outside for fear that the “satanic Hawkins killer” would snatch you up and make you his next victim. As you grew up and read more about what happened, it seemed less to you like he did anything at all and obviously the chief agreed because Mr. Munson was never tried or did any prison time.
No, you weren’t interested in his past. You were interested in the things he could teach you. After overhearing one of his lectures, you were fascinated with the way he told a story and explained the material. He got so animated to an adorable degree and as a theater major you thought it would be fun to see how he interpreted literature while getting the final English credit you needed.
When no one moved he smiled and began talking about usual first day things such as the syllabus and what to expect over the semester. After the class had ended and everyone left, you stayed behind and quietly made your way to his desk.
“Hey, um, I’m sorry if I was rude or—”
“I didn’t think you were rude. If anything, he was and definitely needed to be put in his place.”, he interrupted without looking your way as he sorted through papers in front of him. “You’re Y/N, right?”
“Yes, sir. Y/N Y/L/N.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen some of the plays you were in on campus here. I dragged my friend to see A Midsummer Night’s Dream and you actually got him to pay attention.”, Mr. Munson smiled as he finally lifted his head to look your way. “You were very good.”
“Oh, um, thank you very much. That means a lot coming from you.” He tilts his head at your comment as blush fills your cheeks again. “I just meant I’ve seen some of your lectures before and you’re an amazing storyteller. You excite me, I mean you make me want to pay attention to, I mean… ok, let’s pretend I just left right after class and didn’t just embarrass myself.”
Hugging your books to your chest, you power walk out the door as his chuckle fills your ears.
***
With a break between periods, you hastily headed for the gym after lunch to change and get out on to the track by the field. Contrary to popular belief, you were fairly athletic despite your size and enjoyed letting off steam as you pumped your legs as fast as they could take you.
As your music blared loudly in your ears, the feeling of eyes watching you grabbed your attention towards the bleachers where Coach Harrington was standing with his arms crossed and leaning to the side as Professor Munson balanced his arm on his shoulder, murmuring something to him as their eyes followed you.
Trying to block them out, you continued to focus on the path in front of you but was blindsided when a football whizzed past your nose almost hitting you.
“Whoa! Sorry, piggy. Have to keep your eyes open around here.”, Martin laughs as you roll your eyes.
Glancing their way, you noticed both men were standing straighter as if prepared to defend you if needed. You weren’t a weak little girl and for whatever reason you strongly felt like you needed to show them that. As you pick up the football one of the players lifts his hands running towards you as if expecting you to not be able to throw it but at the last minute you throw a perfect spiral to their coach who doesn’t even hesitate as he lifts his hands and catches it seamlessly from the air.
“Well, shit, gentlemen. Looks like I have a new passer.”
“Oh, no thank you, Coach Harrington. If I ever played a sport it would be with a team that doesn’t suck.”
Again, Mr. Munson snicked through his teeth as the man he was leaning on flashed you a big grin.
#############
That night you decided to run after hours, thinking you would be alone but were surprised when you saw Coach Harrington on the track.
“Shit! Sorry, you scared the hell out of me.”, he nervously chuckled.
“I’M sorry. I thought no one would be out here.”
“Yeah, normally there aren’t.”, he teased raising an eyebrow at you. “Well, don’t let me stop you.”
As he took off continuing to jog, you pushed your headphones on your head and started your run. After a couple of laps with you in your zone, your feet abruptly slipped out from under you as you tumbled forward onto the gravel.
“Whoa!”, Coach Harrington shouted in concern as he ran to your side and kneeled down. “Are you alright?”
“Ow. Yeah, I just…tripped. Fuck that hurt.”
“Let me see.” Without any hesitation, his hand gripped your leg and looked it over. “Oof, you may have a pretty good bruise there but you should be alright.” Rising to his feet, he extended his hand to you to help you up which you eagerly accepted while he gripped you tightly and led you towards the bleachers. “You must have been deep in thought because you passed me a couple of times and didn’t even turn your head.”
“I did? Yeah, I’m sorry. I just have some things on my mind.”
“No, I know what you mean. Eddie—Professor Munson told me what happened in his class. If any of those guys bother you again, please let me know. I’ll make them run laps or even sit them out of a game if I have to. Nothing scares these kids more than not being able to play.”
You knew of Steve Harrington mostly because of his parents. The Harrington’s were prominent members of the community and very well respected. In your high school there had been pictures of him from his days on the basketball and swim team when he was a student.
After he graduated, other rumors began to circulate about him spending time with the “freaks of Hawkins” but who cares. Not you especially since you had been labeled a freak since elementary.
“I, um, I hope you didn’t take offense to what I said. Your team doesn’t suck just…some of your players. I mean, not their playing ability just their personalities. FUCK, why can’t I talk today?”
His smile widens as he laughs from his gut making you don your own smile.
Coach Harrington’s eyes meet yours for a moment before a controlled laugh escapes his lips.
“What, um, what were you listening to so loud that you didn’t hear me yelling for you to slow down?”
Giggling, you gesture towards your Walkman.
“Just some CD I burned to get me pumped. Right now, it’s playing ‘Master of Puppets’ by Metallica. Have you heard that song?”
Something dark flashes over his face before he awkwardly nods and gets up leaving you alone on the bleachers as you stare after him.
***
“Are you fucking kidding me?”, you growl as you push on the girl’s locker room door to find it locked. “What is going on with me this semester?”
Glancing around and seeing no one, you brave the boy’s locker room, finding it open, assuming that in his weird state, maybe, Mr. Harrington forgot to lock up. As quickly as you could you showered and began to change into some comfy clothes.
The sound of something hitting the wall nearby froze you in fear as you gaze scanned the area.
No one nearby. It could be the janitor cleaning the coach’s office.
Quietly, you threw your things over your shoulder and tiptoed that way with the intention of ducking under the window of the area so you weren’t seen but the muffled sound of moaning had you pausing again.
“Mmm…Steve…Steven. Wh-What’s wrong, baby? Talk to me.”
“Your student that you talk about…Y/N…she was listening to that song you played in the upside down. I just…it made me think of us…us finding you.”
“Hey. Hey, hey, sweetheart. It’s ok. I’m ok. I’m right here, Steve. You saved me.”
Peeking through the window, you saw their forehead’s pressed together as Eddie gently caressed his cheek with his thumbs. A small sigh left your lips when they began to kiss each other again. With a bit of needy force, Steve turned him around and pulled his back flush to his chest. Gently nibbling on his neck, he reached around and unbuckled Eddie’s pants, pushing them down to free his cock that he promptly began stroking.
Fuck me he’s big.
You practically drooled at the sight, licking your lips as your palm absently glided under your shirt to rub your tummy.
With his free hand, Steve sloppily yanked down his sweats making you moan as you watched him spit in his palm and rub it between Eddie’s cheeks before gradually guiding himself into his entrance.
“Fuck, Steve. That’s it, baby.”
Clinging to each other tightly, Steve thrust his hips at a steady rhythm and you marveled at the sight as your fingers drifted into your own sweatpants and you began circling your clit.
“H-Harder, Steve, please.”
“Please.”, you whisper as you try to keep your eyes open and on them.
“Like this, honey? Fuck you feel so good, Eddie. I love you.”
Arching his back, your professor craned his neck to kiss the man’s lips as he pumped into him as hard as he could without hurting him.
“I love you to, baby. Shit, I’m going to cum. Cum with me, Steve.”
Nodding aggressively, he chased their highs until both men grunted and came. While they softly kissed each other your body trembled as you covered your mouth, trying to stifle your moans as the coil snapped. It wasn’t enough as both their heads turned meeting your eyes as you were coming down from cloud 9.
No one moved as the three of you stared each other.
Holding up his hands in surrender, Steve pulled out as Eddie straightened up, worry painting both their faces.
“Y/N…”
Before they could do anything else, you turned and quickly ran out of the locker room.
##############
What the fuck was I thinking?! I shouldn’t have watched them. Two teachers in the MALE locker room while I was touching myself. Shit. I’m going to be expelled for sure.
Sitting on the stage of your theater class, you focused on the script in front of you as you prepared for an audition your professor recommended. Mrs. Lilah always felt constrained by Hawkins when it came to material but this year she quiet literally said fuck them and decided to do Rocky Horror Picture Show.
As you read through your lines for Magenta, a clearing throat caught your attention.
“Hey Eddie!”, your theater teacher beamed as she waved at him and he smiled back before jumping onto the stage to sit beside you. He smelled strongly like cigarettes and a dash of cologne that had your head spinning as you continued to keep your eyes on the paper in front of you.
“Hey Lilah. I hope I’m not disturbing anything. I just need to talk to Y/N here about an assignment real quick.”
“No problem. She does have her audition for Janet in a few minutes and I’m dying to see her interpretation.”
That caught your attention as your head swiveled her way.
“I’m doing what now?”
“For Janet, honey. I think you’d be perfect. She’s a bit timid at first but comes out of her shell.”
“But…but…she’s in a bra for a good chunk of the play.”
“Yeah…does that make you uncomfortable?”
“Hm, yeah, Y/N, does people seeing your body in the shadows in an intimate way make you uncomfortable?”, Eddie murmured low enough so only you could hear.
“Let’s just do the audition and if you prove me right, we can talk about the wardrobe, ok?”
Flashing her a timid smile, you turn to give your attention to your professor.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what? Skipping my class this morning? Oh, you mean when you watched me and my boyfriend have sex in the boy’s locker room?”
“The girl’s one was locked and I needed to shower—”
“That explains why you were in the locker room but not why you were there watching. Are you going to run and tell all your little friends about how you saw the murderous freak fucking the pretty, rich football coach?”
“What? No. I would never—”
“Mhmm. Look how much will it take to keep your mouth shut?”
“Nothing. I don’t—”
“Please, Y/N! Everyone has a price and Steve doesn’t deserve to lose all he’s worked hard for. So, tell me—”
“Will you let me talk!?” Glancing around to make sure no one heard your outburst; you lower your voice as you continue. “I don’t want anything or any money. I won’t tell anyone. I genuinely don’t care about your private lives. I’m really sorry I watched. I shouldn’t have…I just…”
Your professor’s eyes focused intently on you as he waited for you to continue.
“I was attracted. The way you two kiss and the way he holds you…no one’s ever been that way with me…” When your eyes dared to finally meet his, you expected anger but those gorgeous chocolate irises displayed a softness you appreciated. “I swear, Mr. Munson, I won’t tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me.”
Nodding, he jumped down from the stage before turning to face you again.
“I think under the circumstances you can call me Eddie. Not in class but… I also think you should play Janet. You’re a very beautiful young lady. Don’t let any of these superficial idiots take away that lead role from you just because of how you look.”
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A couple of weeks had passed and nothing of note happened with school or your classes. You were cast as Janet, allowing Eddie’s advice to drive you as you maneuvered the role. Your professor and Coach Harrington had minimal contact with you but you always felt their eyes following you around.
Tonight, you were studying in the Hawkins diner off campus. You preferred it here then the library after hours because not only could you munch on some delicious food but no one was usually there that you knew.
As the bell above the door dinged, you glanced up from the novel Eddie had you guys reading to see said professor and his boyfriend entering the establishment and taking a seat. You couldn’t help but wonder how hard being out like this must be for them. They couldn’t share a booth or be flirty. They couldn’t hold hands or kiss, at least not visibly where people could see. You hated that for them since both seemed like good men. You wondered why they stayed behind here in this terrible little conservative town instead of moving anywhere else.
Hoping to slip out unnoticed and allow them privacy this time, you gathered your things and placed some money on the table.
“Is that my favorite piggy?”
You roll your eyes at the sound of Martin’s voice as you try to ignore him and head out the door. A hand abruptly grabs you but you slap it away.
“Don’t touch me.”, you hiss.
“Oh, come on, Y/N. It’s Saturday and we just left an awesome party. Can’t you and I get along for once?!” His friends around the table behind him snickered as a big devilish smile stretched across his face.
“If you weren’t such a fucking dick maybe. Now leave me alone.”
As you storm out the front door to your car, something tugs your backpack, ripping it open as all your books and papers tumble to floor. Martin’s hand wraps around your throat and pushes you against the trunk of your car.
“You will show some fucking respect especially in front of my friends.”
“Aw, did little Martin get his feelings hurt?”, you sass. “Didn’t realize you had any.”
Your knee rises as you hit him in his stomach but he’s still faster as his palm reaches out to grab your shirt tugging you down hard onto the pavement.
Abruptly, someone grabs his own jacket collar and tosses him roughly away from you as Eddie quickly maneuvers around them both, kneeling to your level.
“Are you ok, sweetheart? Can you stand?” Silently nodding, you take the hand he offers to you and rise to your feet. He notices immediately that your blouse is torn and without hesitation shimmies out of his leather jacket and places it around your shoulders.
“Mr. Click, on Monday, you will see me in my office.”, Coach Harrington growled as he glared at the boy.
“Oh, fuck you! That fat little whore pushed me into it!”
“HEY!”, he bellowed making you jump as your teacher rubbed your shoulders comfortingly. “I would advise you to stop speaking. You’re already in a lot of trouble.”
“Pfft, you think I’m scared of you, Steve Harrington?! Yeah, my parents told me all about you and the disappointment you became to Hawkins. You’re fucking pathetic! I’m surprised they even hired you to coach us let alone your friend the freak! I guess those satanic rituals DO fucking work.”
The man’s body language stiffened before he did that controlled chuckle you had heard before.
“Alright, Martin, we can do this right now then. I was only going to suspend you but you know, since I’m so fucking pathetic I think I’ll just go all in. You’re off my team.”
“WHAT?!”
Turning around, he ignored the boy’s continued expletives as he faced you both.
“Eddie, get her books and all her things. We’ll take her back to our house, if that’s ok with you.”, he asked pointedly in your direction. All you could do was nod and try to bend down to get your thing but the metalhead stopped you before descending to the concrete to collect your things.
“YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! YOU’LL REGRET THIS!”
“Take it up with the dean. Until then on Monday, I want your shit out of my locker room or else I will throw it in the garbage. Come on, guys.”
Coach Harrington opened the back seat door for you, startling you when he closed the door a bit too hard.
***
When they parked outside of a home, neither moved as Eddie’s eyes scanned over his partner’s face.
“You ok, babe?”
His ringed fingers reached out to caress through his hair and in the rearview mirror you could see Steve close his eyes as he exhaled.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s get inside.”, he answered curtly as he came around and opened your door and you followed both men inside. You stood in their living room silently as they threw their keys down and Eddie disappeared down a hallway.
When he came back, he handed you a t-shirt that read “Def Leopard: Tour of 88!”
“Go put this on and we can see about fixing your own.”
His eyes followed you as you entered their bedroom where the bathroom was located and shut the door. Removing your blouse, you could see a slight bruise forming where the strap of your backpack had been on your shoulder and some redness around your neck where Martin had grabbed you. Swallowing your pain at the sight, you put on the shirt they provided and folded his jacket, placing it nicely on the countertop.
Your eyes took in their fairly average bathroom, smirking slightly at the hair gel you imagined was Steve’s as Eddie’s hair was always wild even during class when he pulled it back. Both their colognes and bathroom products were side by side like any couples but the few things you knew about them had each personality standing out. Cigarettes were by the window near the bathtub where you imagined Eddie smoked as they took a bath together. On the floor by the shower, were some handheld barbells you imagined Steve used while Eddie took a shower or got ready so they could talk to each other about their days.
Walking back out to their bedroom, you noticed a guitar against the wall and grinned at its slightly cheesy 80s aesthetic. You remembered once hearing that Eddie Munson used to be in a band but for the life of you couldn’t remember the name. You wondered if he still played.
“Your student that you talk about…Y/N…she was listening to that song you played in the upside down. I just…it made me think of us…us finding you.”
What could he have meant by that…
Your gaze shifted to their dresser that had a vanity mirror attached with pictures taped to it. There were so many images of them together that made your smile widen but there were also photos of Steve with a young lady you remember seeing around Hawkins. She used to work at Family Video until a few years ago but you weren’t sure where she moved on to from there. Did you remember Steve there? No… you were pretty young though and focused on your own carefree life.
There were pictures of Eddie with the Hellfire club. They were still active when you went to Hawkins High filled with a cool group of kids you hung out with from time to time. There were whispers of the man that created it but everyone in the club always said good things about the former Dungeon Master.
They must have been in two different worlds in high school.
What must have happened to bring them together?
“Steven, you need to calm down.”
The sound of Eddie’s voice caught your attention after something loud slammed in the kitchen. You tiptoed down their hallway and paused on the other side of the wall.
“Fucking asshole kid, I swear to God.”
“Baby, it’s not the first time someone has said those things to us and it won’t be the last especially since we chose to stay here.”
“We didn’t exactly choose and that’s not why I’m upset.”
“Why then?”
“She…she seems like a nice girl.”
“She IS a nice girl.” Eddie sighs as he lowers his voice. “Steven, she’s a student and a lot younger than us.”
“Not a lot. Jesus, you make us sound ancient. She’s, what, how old you were when you graduated high school.”
“Hey, ok first off, rude.” They both giggle making you grin. “Second, again, she’s a student. She’s MY student. I could get in way more trouble than you.”
“Like that’s ever stopped you.”
“I swear, sweetheart, don’t we have enough chaos fucking hiding our relationship?”
“Oh, come on, Ed, you don’t like her?”
“I didn’t say that. I just… yeah, she’s beautiful and adorable and… fuck. We shouldn’t talk about this with her here.”
Collecting your bearings, you walk around the wall and knock on it lightly.
“Hey, there she is. I, uh, I fixed your backpack. Let me, um, see if I can salvage this top for you here.”, Eddie smiles as he takes it from your hands and heads for their couch.
“I didn’t know you could sew.”
“Mhmm. I can’t like whip up a brand new outfit or anything but I can patch things together.”
“Are you alright? Do you need any Band-Aids or an ice pack?”, Steve asks from his place by the counter.
“No, I’m ok. My throat is a bit sore but…” You don’t even finish your sentence before he’s turning around and grabbing an ice pack from the freezer, wrapping it in a rag, and sitting in front of you on their coffee table to place it on your neck. “Thank you. I like being choked but not like that or by that asshole.”
They both glance at each other as you blush.
“Yeah, probably not a joke to make right now. Sorry.”
“You apologize a lot.”, Eddie says from behind you.
“Sorry.” They laugh making you grin to yourself as you look down at your feet. “I hope I didn’t get you in trouble. I’m not…actively…trying to do that.”
“Oh, no worries, honey. Trust me. What is he going to say? ‘Coach Harrington kicked me off the team after I drunkenly assaulted a girl?’ I’m pretty sure the dean will side with me on that one.”
Your silence makes them nervous and they exchange another look.
“What are you thinking about, Y/N?”
“I’m thinking about how I never expected Martin to do what he did. He’s been mean to me since freshman year but never aggressive like that.”
“You know that wasn’t your fault, right, princess?”
“Yeah, I know. I…I…” Unable to control them, the tears began to flow and a ring laced hand delicately reached for your shoulder, moving the things in his lap aside so he could hold you to his chest. Steve placed his own palm on your jeaned thigh and comfortingly rubbed against the material.
Once again you were engulfed in the scent of Eddie’s cigarettes and cologne as his cheek rested on the top of your head. You couldn’t explain why but you felt safe here with their hands on you encased between them.
It had been a few months since your last relationship and you could feel yourself dropping into that particular headspace the longer they comforted you.
“I’m…I’m also thinking…about what I saw that night…in the locker room. How you two took care of each other…”
All movement on your body ceased as they even held their breathes.
“H-How about we get you home, Y/N? I can give you this shirt after our next class.”
Eddie lightly pushed you to the side as he tried to stand but you hastily grabbed his arm stopping him.
“I heard you. You said I was beautiful and sweet.”
As your little voice flowed through his ears, his eyes squeezed shut trying to keep control.
“Y/N, maybe, he’s right. Maybe, we should get you home before—”
“Before what, Steve?” This was the first time you were using his name out loud and the notion sent tingles all through your body feeling like a little girl who misbehaved.
“Hey. You show him respect, little girl. That’s Mr. Harrington or sir.”, Eddie scolded in gruff tone.
“Edward…”
“No, Steven. Little girl wants to play with the grownups, then that’s how we will treat her. Now, we said, you’re going home. Grab your things and head towards the front door.”
“Why did you bring me back here, Mr. Munson? You could have taken me back to my dorm but you didn’t. Why?”
“Because people shouldn’t be seeing a professor drop off a student on campus.”
“But Steve said he was taking me to your house out loud to Martin.”
The man’s hand firmly came down on the side of your thigh making you yelp as you bit your bottom lip.
“He said show me respect.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Harrington.” Placing your hand on top of his, your thumb tenderly ran along his skin as you leaned against Eddie’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, Mr. Munson. Like I said…no one has ever taken care of me or looked out for me the way you two do with each other.”
You were slightly surprised when his fingers gently came around and brushed your hair away from your face.
“We brought you back here because we thought you were safer with us here. After what he did, we thought that’s what you needed.”
“Am I not safe here?”, you whisper as you can’t help but rub your thighs together.
“Y/N… Eddie and I have been through a lot. What you saw in my office isn’t always how we are when we’re intimate. We’re not always…soft.”
“But I promise you, princess, we are nothing like Martin. If you wanted to leave…right now…that’s ok. We can take you home or call you a cab if that makes you more comfortable.”
He was giving you an out; they both were. You could leave right now and the three of you could pretend this never happened. You could pretend that Steve’s large hand on your upper thigh wasn’t turning you on as you thought about how those long fingers would feel inside of you. You could pretend that Eddie’s touch wasn’t getting progressively slower as the pads of his own fingers traced your cheek making your pussy clench around nothing. You could pretend the notion of doing something you shouldn’t and being at the mercy of these two men’s wills didn’t drive you crazy. You could do that…
Or…
“I don’t mind it not being soft, Mr. Harrington. I trust you and Mr. Munson.” Both men exchanged on final look of caution before your last sentence pushed caution to the wind. “Please, I need you.”
“I think since you saw us in vulnerable position we should get the same courtesy.”, Steve replied in a much huskier tone than before. Taking your hands in his, he pulled you to your feet and pushed the coffee table out of the way before taking the seat you had just been in. On impulse, Eddie leaned closer to him as the other boy wrapped his arm around his shoulder.
“Go ahead, Y/N.”
As your eyes shifted between their heavy gazes, you lifted off the shirt he gave you, unbuttoned your pants, and shimmied them a bit clumsily down your legs.
You stood there waiting for more instruction as they continued to stare at your body.
“Did you see our cocks?”
“Yes.”
Steve smirked as his boyfriend began to kiss his neck while his palm traveled along his chest down his stomach.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Remember that, Y/N. I don’t like repeating myself and Eddie is a lot nicer than I am in here.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Harrington.”
Steve’s eyes fluttered when the metalhead’s palm grazed the bulge in his jeans.
“Now, if you saw or cocks, then why are you stopping?”
“You said…I should be vulnerable, sir.”
Your small voice had them groaning as Eddie fumbled with the pretty boy’s belt almost desperately.
“Fuck. Don’t move.” He commanded towards you as his head turned to capture his boyfriend’s lips. Lifting his hips, he helped Eddie blindly pull his jeans down just enough to free his length. As he started to lean over his lap, Steve hastily stopped him with a smile. “You don’t want to see her, honey?”
He chuckled as he focused his attention back on you.
“Do you feel vulnerable, Y/N?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Hm. Not enough to not finger yourself out in the open though, huh? I mean at least you had pants on.”
“I-I-I wasn’t…I wasn’t thinking—”
“No, you weren’t. Take off the rest so we can see you.”
While doing what he said, you watched as Steve pushed down Eddie’s pants as well and both men kissed passionately in front of you as they stroked each other’s cocks.
“Y/N, is there anything we should know? Anything we should avoid?”
“No, Mr. Munson.”, you answered, appreciating his soft tone as he asked his series of questions.
“You said you liked being choked but is there anything physical we shouldn’t do?”, Eddie groaned out as Steve lifted off his shirt.
You heard his question but couldn’t form an answer as your eyes starred at the scars that littered his chest. They looked like whatever wound created them was deep, possibly life threatening. What could have happened to him?
“HEY!”, he barked making you jump. “He said he’s not as nice as me but that doesn’t mean I’m easy going! Now, answer the fucking question, little girl.”
“I’m sorry, sir. N-No, I don’t mind being hit or p-punished. Mr. Munson, what happened?”
As you started to step forward, both sets of brown eyes glared your way freezing you in place.
“Do you know the stop light system?”, Steve growled in a much rougher tone than you were prepared for. Nodding curtly after reciting it to them, he got up and grabbed your arm, sitting you between them. “Now, we do have some rules, Y/N. The first rule is the most important. DON’T ask about our scars.”
“Our?”
Steve slowly lifted off his own shirt and tossed it to the side. He didn’t have as many scars as Eddie but they were just as deep and looked similar. Whatever happened must have happened to both of them.
“I’m so sorry you both went through…whatever hurt you.”, you coo as you reach out to graze your fingers down Eddie’s chest.
The darkness in their eyes faltered slightly at your sincerity and the metalhead took your hand in his, tenderly kissing the back of it.
“Second rule. You have to be vocal, Y/N. If at any point you feel uncomfortable, we need you to say red ok?”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Munson. “
“Good. Good girl.”
His praise made you giddy as you blush making him smile.
“Can I kiss you?”
“I have one more question, princess. Have you ever done anything like this before?”
“Yes and no.”
“Yeah, we’re going to need you to clarify that.”, Steve laughs.
“I’ve done rough stuff with dominate partners before. I’ve never been with two men before.”
The way you said the word men had Eddie’s eyebrow quirking upward.
“Are you trying to tell us you’ve only been with boys your age?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Why did you feel the need to tell us that?”
“Do we make you nervous?”, Steve asks as his fingers dance up your arm.
“Yes b-but not because of you two, Mr. Harrington. I just wanted you to know j-just in case I’m not as ‘experienced’ as you both.”
Eddie’s palms cupped your cheeks as he brought your lips to his. You weren’t surprised by the nicotine that lingered there but you were by the tingle that ran through your body as his tongue caressed your own. When he pulled away you tried to lean forward for more but his grip held firm.
“We weren’t expecting you to be, pretty girl. You’ve only ever been with these little boys but you’re about to be fucked by real men, sweetheart. Trust us, we know how to take care of you.”
You moaned at his promise, turning towards Steve to crash your lips with his. He was a much more determined kisser, his mouth and tongue sending that same shock wave through to your core.
“Have you ever sucked a cock as big as mine?”, he panted against your lips.
As you shake your head, his fingers grab your throat just below your jaw as if purposely avoiding where Martin had hurt you.
“What did I say? How do you answer us?”
“I’m sorry. No, sir, I’ve never sucked a dick as big as either of you.”
Sitting back, his palm moved to the back of your neck, guiding you down over his leaking tip as Eddie adjusted your body till you were on all fours for them.
“Fuck me, Steve. She is so fucking wet. Her pussy is just tripping down her thighs.”
“Aw, you like being a bad girl, don’t you, honey?”
“Y-yes, Mr. Harrington. I like being a bad girl.”
“Open your mouth.” Doing as he directed, you quickly kissed his slit making him mewl before fully taking him between your awaiting lips. “Yes, oh my god. T-That’s a good girl.”
Eddie’s fingers glided through your folds causing your eyes to roll as you bobbed your head.
“Steve, baby, Jesus, she’s so fucking tight.”, the metalhead groaned as his palm came down hard on your ass.
“Yeah, Y/N? Did that feel good? You like when your professor spanks you?”
Yanking your hair roughly he tugs you off of him as you continue to stroke him with your hand.
“I didn’t hear that, little girl. What did you say?”
“Y-Yes, sir, I like when Mr. Munson spanks me.”
At your response he spanks you again right as he guides two of his digits into your core. Gripping you tighter, Steve forces your mouth on him again and holds you still as he thrusts his hips allowing his cock to hit the back of your throat.
“Good girl. That’s it, Y/N. Keep your throat open for me.”
Abruptly, Eddie swats his boyfriend’s hand and tugs on your shoulder, guiding you down the hallway to their bedroom and tossing you onto their bed. After completely removing the rest of his clothes, he climbs between your legs and runs his wide, flat tongue through your pussy up to your clit.
“Oh shit.”, you moan as your back arches into the feeling before yelping when his palm smacks your cunt.
“Watch your mouth, little girl.”
“I’m sorry, sir. I’m sorry.”
Steve chuckles as he climbs in beside you both placing his knees by your head as his fingers grip your hair again.
“Can’t really blame her. I know how amazing your tongue feels. Then again, you may have some competition, babe, because her fucking mouth feels so good.”
Pride washes over you at his praise as you grip his cock and take him as far back as you can trying to continue to please him.
“I-It’s ok, honey. We can train this little throat. As—fuck—as you know, Eddie’s a wonderful teacher.” His boyfriend tosses him a smirk as his tongue flicks faster against your bud. “Are you going to cum? Cum, Y/N. Cum all over his face.”
Your hips grinded against him as the man’s mouth wrapped around your bundle of nerves and he pushed two of his fingers rapidly inside of you as the sound of your arousal to fill the room.
Steve backed away from you, allowing you to focus and breathe as your orgasm washed over you. As you came down from your high, Eddie lightly slapped between your legs making you jump and groan.
“Sensitive. I like that.”
Tilting towards their bedside table, he paused as their eyes met.
“Shit. I don’t have any condoms.”
“What?”, Steve almost wined as you tried to contain your smile at their desperate need for you.
“Steve, we’ve been together for almost 10 years. When was the last time we used a fucking condom?”, Eddie growled.
“We’ve been talking about adding someone to our dynamic for a while now.”
“Yeah but I wasn’t prepared for it to be tonight with a fucking student!”
“Excuse me.”, you finally pipe up. “I’m on the pill. I can understand if you still don’t want to but…I’m safe. And like I said, I trust you.”
Both men exchange a glance and you can’t help but giggle up at them.
“So how long were you going to wait before you said anything, huh?”
“Mr. Munson, you didn’t ask. I wanted to be a good girl and only speak when spoken to.”
They narrow their eyes playfully at you for a moment before Eddie grabs your jaw and tilts you till your face is level with his.
“You’re not cute, little girl. That little snarky attitude may have worked on those pathetic boys you were with but you’re in the bed of real men now. Don’t hide things from us you think we should know. Do I make myself clear?”
“Y-Yes, sir. I’m—”
Steve’s hand cuts you off as he pushes you back against the mattress.
“We know. You’re sorry.”
Taking hold of his shaft, Eddie taps himself against your pussy making you squirm as you open your legs wider for him. Grabbing your hips, he slides you closer and gradually guides himself into your dripping entrance.
“Fuuuuuck.”, he moaned as he slowly pumped his hips. “We are going to fucking ruin you for anyone else, little girl. Goddamn.”
“How does she feel, baby?”, Steve asks as he leaned towards him to lightly kiss his neck.
“S-So fucking tight, sweetheart, you have no idea. I want…”
“What do you want, Ed?”
“I wanna…fuck her into the fucking mattress.”
Your pussy fluttered around him at his words and his eyes that been closed shot open as he placed his palms on either side of you and started thrusting into you aggressively.
“You want that, you little whore. I can give that to you.”
Much softer than his partner, Steve turned your head and slide his cock back into your mouth that you eagerly sucked on relishing the taste of him. As he pounded into you, Eddie’s lips kissed along his boyfriend’s chest making the man groan louder as he ran his fingers through his hair.
Bringing his lips to his own they passionately exchanged a kiss that had you mewling as the long-haired man rolled his hips hard hitting that soft spot inside you repeatedly.
Eddie’s head tilted back as his jaw went slack and you couldn’t help but reach your hands up to run your nails down your chest.
“I’m…I’m…please…”
Steve moved back as the metalhead grabbed your wrists and held them against the bed as his face fell beside your own.
“You fucking ask me, Y/N. You beg us to let you cum. Shit. We have control in here.”, he whispers in your ear making your shudder underneath him.
“P-Please, Mr. Munson. Can I cum? I want to cum on your cock, please.”
His hair tickles your face as he nods and the action of him tenderly kissing your cheek pushes you over the edge as the coil snaps.
“Fuck, that’s it, pretty girl. Came so fucking hard on my dick. I’m going to fill you up, princess, ok?”
“Please…”, you whimper as he slams into you, chasing his high.
Your professor’s grunts filled your ear and you turned your head into the sound as he warmed your insides. As soon as he rolled off you, a hand took hold of your ankle and yanked you to the edge the bed.
“Hey, hey, honey. No, no.”, Steve cooed with a hint of sarcasm as he lightly slapped your cheek. “Open your eyes, baby. What color are you at, Y/N?”
“Green.”
His massive palm slapped you a bit harder causing your eyes to fully open as you leaned up on your elbows.
“Green, what?”
“Green, SIR!”
You’re suddenly turned on to your stomach as rough hands lift your ass in the air while another set takes hold of your wrists and pulls your top half down and forward.
“Get rid of the attitude, Y/N. You think just because you came you’re allowed to be disrespectful?”, Eddie growls as Steve spanks your behind. “Now, answer him clearly without the tone.”
“Green, Mr. Harrington.”
As he ran his tip through your folds, you knew even after taking his partner, he was going to split you in half.
“Fuck me.”, Steve moaned as he began pushing himself into you.
Eddie’s head tilted to the side as he watched your face scrunch together.
“You’re alright, sweetheart. Trust me, I know how hard he can be to take at first but it will feel good soon. I promise, baby.”, he soothed and kissed your lips.
“F-Feels…feels good…now. Fuck.”
The man behind you smacks your ass at the curse, pressing further into your cunt till his hips finally connected with yours.
“Still green, babe?”
“Yeeeees, sir.”
“Good.” Clinging to your waist, Steve pulled back till he was almost all the way out of pussy before roughly slamming back into you practically punching the air from your lungs.
“Oh my god!”
With a slanted smile, he pounded into you as Eddie watched from the side, sitting up on his knees to occasionally run his fingers down the man’s chest.
“She feels really fucking good, right? Our young, new little toy.”
“Goddamn, I’m gonna fucking bust like a teenager.”
“Wait, pretty boy. You need to feel her cum. Her pussy fucking chokes your dick, I swear.”
“Fuck, Y/N, are you close, little girl?” When you didn’t answer, his hand reached around to grab you throat and lift your back to his chest. “Still coherent, you little slut? I asked you a question.”
“H-Harder, Mr. Harrington, please.”
As his forehead landed on your shoulder, he did what you asked till the bed began to jostle underneath you. A jolt of electricity shot through your body and you mewled as Eddie rubbed circles into your clit.
You took their conversation as approval and your arm circle around Steve’s neck as you came.
“Jesus fucking Christ!”, he grunted as he took hold of your chin and turned you so his lips could mingle with yours as he pumped into you a few more times before releasing his seed inside you.
You were completely drained and slightly sore as he tried to delicately pullout of you while you waited for what to do next. Usually, the boys you were with did the minimal amount of aftercare, choosing to just cuddle with you which was fine. You were surprised, however, when Eddie informed you the bath was ready when you were.
“For me?”
“Yeah, princess, come on. It will soothe your muscles.”, he murmured softly as he took your forearm and slowly walked you to the bathtub and guided you in. Your head remained lowered as you listened to him maneuver around the bathroom, sliding on some boxers before lighting a cigarette and placing himself on his knees beside you.
Utilizing the washcloth, he cleaned you pausing when your hand suddenly grabbed his wrist as he attempted to clean between your legs.
“I’m sorry. Just sore.”, you whispered as you let him go.
Eddie’s eyes scanned you over and you heard him blow out some smoke from his lips as he put the cigarette down in a nearby ashtray. His fingers moved some of your hair back and he pressed his nose into your cheek while he continued to clean you.
“It’s ok, sweetheart. You’re still doing really good for me. I know your little pussy hurts from how we stretched her open but we got you, pretty girl. You took us both so well.”
As his deep, comforting tone continued to whisper praises, you keened into the sound as you winced, trying not to grab him again.
“I know, I know. I’m almost done.”
Tilting your head, your lips found his, both of you getting lost in the feeling as he dropped the rag from his hand so he could cup your face and hold you closer. A throat clearing distracted you two as Steve entered the bathroom.
“I, uh, I have some clothes for you here, Y/N, whenever you’re ready.”
Nodding, you allow Eddie to help you out and lead you in front of his partner who took a seat on the edge of the bed. His honey irises ran along your body, checking for extra care you may need that they inflicted but unlike your assault earlier the only mark they left was the slight reddening of their handprints on your behind.
“How’s your throat? I tried not to grab you where—”
Your kisses startled him at first but after a few seconds his hand slithered tenderly behind your neck as he kissed you back.
“I’m ok. Just sore…and tired.”, you reiterate as your heavy eye lids dropped.
“Ok, honey.” Steve’s hands held you steady while Eddie dressed you in what smelled like their clothes as you swayed in his grasp. “You did so good for us. You deserve some sleep. Would you like me to carry you to the guest bedro—”
Both men watched with amusement as your shook your head before climbing over him and crawling under their covers.
“I guess we can sleep in the—”
“Please don’t leave.”, you begged in a little girl voice that pierced their hearts.
“Why does she keep interrupting me?”, Steve chuckles as he gets to his feet and yanks Eddie into his arms to kiss his lips. “She doesn’t do that with you. Or does she in class?”
At the word the metalhead became silent as he kissed his partner’s shoulder and crawled into the bed in front of you. His palm softly caressed your face and through your hair as Steve got in bed behind you.
“You’re worried.”
“Of course, I am and not just because she’s a student. That’s just the frosting on top of the cake that is our problem.”
“That sounds delicious.”
“Steven.”, Eddie scolds as they both smile. “She’s so much younger than we are.”
“10 years. Not much.”
“Not to mention the fact, that we are already hiding OUR relationship let alone another with a young, student. She deserves to be taken on dates and to live her life. She deserves to be seen not hidden.”
“So do you, honey.”
“Steve… we decided a long time ago to stay in Hawkins for a reason. We can’t be run out of town by these homophobic small, minded idiots. They’ve just barely started calming down when it comes to me and what happened in 86. And that’s another thing. What if…what if something happens? What if Vecna comes back or any other fucking monster? We can’t drag her into that.”
“Eddie, you’re over thinking again, but I see where you are coming from. Let’s…let’s take it one day at a time, ok? Who knows. She may wake up and decide this is all too much herself. She may not want to be with some…old, broken-down college professors slash coach.”
“Oh my god, baby.”, the long-haired boy chuckles as he throws his arm over his eyes. “You’re not broke down. We just have some wear and tear.”
Your palm reaching out and pulling Eddie closer as you fully folded into Steve silenced them. They relaxed into you as your professor kissed your forehead and your school’s coached nuzzled into your shoulder as they drifted off to sleep with you.
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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Mentions of drugs/drug dealing, alcohol consumption, and mentions of sexual favors.
Eddie Munson always liked talking about you.
When in situations as such—slumped into the worn couch with his legs spread wide, and an arm over the back to accommodate the red solo cup filled with the bourbon liquid in hand—pointing you out to whichever friend of his was closest, so his buddy could get a view of what he got to lavish in a couple times a week. And they didn't.
Because you'd never do that to him. No matter the lack thereof label, you'd never betray him. And Eddie Munson really liked that.
On the humid spring night, Reefer Rick had just escaped his four year conviction of Indiana's statute of limitation on drug possession. Defying the advice of his parole officer, a party had been sought out in the crowded woods of Lover's Lake to welcome his newfound freedom.
Being the tightest of buddies, you knew Eddie would be in attendance. And he knew you knew he'd be there. It was your coyness of avoiding his presence that made you that much more alluring, pissing him off in the best way possible; lip-bitingly enticing.
So when you were in the kitchen, speaking to some nobody, Eddie and his friend would watch. His buddy's eyes following the curve of your body, as Eddie detailed just how much you were willing to do for a free exchange of weed, but only for him. Eddie would pick up on how his friend's breath would hitch, as he spoke about the innocence of it starting out with a kiss to you hungrily bouncing on him until the night bled dark. "God, she's my special little customer." He'd groan in his friend ear, because nothing spurred him on more than the fact that he got to revel in what all the other guys wanted.
Because he had you, and you had him.
And what was his friend's name again? Oh, yeah... Steve Harrington. The notorious king known to have women wrapped around his finger. So maybe that's why talking to Steve turned him on a bit more than usual. Sure the man was undeniably pretty (that'd be a discussion for another day), but seeing Steve salivate for you was quite incredible when you'd want nothing to do with the ladies man, because standing in front of you was Eddie Munson, your something.
Despite the filled cup in hand, Eddie slapped Steve's chest to derail his attention away from you. "Come on, need a drink." It was very obvious that that was never the agenda, when Eddie steps had fallen straight to your path. "Havin' an awful lotta fun, aren't you?" You heard his baritone voice speak to you, as he perched himself against the kitchen counter next to you.
As if on cue, your friend knew to leave you be. And, of course, you beamed at him, nodding your head as you took a sip of your drink, letting your eyes cast upon him. "Havin' fun ignorin' me?" He smugly looked down on you.
Your head leaned seductively. "I'm not ignoring you." While taking him in, your eyes landed behind him, falling on the looming figure of Steve Harrington, where you watched his eyes rake you down before meeting you.
Eddie watched from his peripheral, grinning with a smile on his face as he restrained himself from hurting his friend. His jealously evident in his sudden bluntness. "You like Harrington?" Steve, of course, smirked.
Your attention fell back on Eddie, and it irked him just how easily you caught on to his possessiveness. "No." And there it was. The big, fat ego boost that made his cock twitch.
Men were really weird. The insult had, for whatever reason, Steve Harrington smiling down at you. "Well, that's just not fair." He ticked. "You guys can't have fun, if I can't."
"There're lots of other pretty girls around here." You offered. Eddie chuckled, slamming a rough hand to Steve's shoulder. "Lots of other pretty girls." He patronized with a shit-eating grin.
Steve scoffed, playfully flipping him the bird as an unspoken "you win" to the man who got to have you, before leaving you two to be. Eddie's arms managed to cage you against the counter, before his lips met your ear. "I really don't like you ignorin' me, sweetheart." He scolded you.
You whined with jutted lips. "I wasn't." A lie to entice him. Eddie looked you in the eye. "I don't like guys lookin' at you, either." You rolled your own, peering behind you to the crowd of people invading Reefer Rick's house.
"No one is-"
"Oh, but they are, baby." He was quick to coo at you. "See, you're just this pretty, little thing, you don't know how filthy guys think. But believe me, baby," his forehead leaned against yours, "I do."
You quieted your voice. "And... what do you think?"
"What do I think? Well, I think I got this pretty girl in front of me, who I kiss, and, y'know... touch," he huffed his breath against your lips, "and I think that I don't like the idea of some other fucking guy gettin' to do the same." He spat sternly. "So what the fuck does that make you?"
Your breath heaved. "Um, y-you're girlfriend?"
"My girlfriend, yeah, that's right." He nodded.
"Are you asking me?" You questioned him. His lips crashed down before you could think, letting his taste of the alcohol he abandoned just to speak to you, invade your mouth. A connection so deep, his work had you moaning against him, as his hand indented the back of your neck to keep you from leaving him.
Eddie Munson was eating you alive. "No. I'm telling you."
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 | When has a situationship ever ended nicely? Never. So here you go, happiness.
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meeting eyes with steve harrington across a crowded room
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twenty feet, give or take.
that’s how far you and steve were from each other.
however, your eyes still somehow met from across the room. through the throngs of rowdy people dancing to the loud music that was playing and the many others that were yelling over it to be heard by their friends.
he smiled at you and it felt almost second nature to smile back at him.
the two of you hadn’t shown up to this club together. in fact, you had no idea that he’d be here. but that didn’t change how giddy you suddenly felt seeing him.
your “relationship” with him couldn’t even necessarily be considered as such. it was still so early that you hadn’t even told your friends about him yet; it was a precaution for you just in case things suddenly imploded as many of your previous relationships had. a big part of you felt that the relationship that eventually bloomed with steve would be different, but you still felt the need to protect yourself at least a little bit.
he was currently surrounded by his friends, who didn’t notice his eyes were now solely focused on you, and you were with yours, who were also too preoccupied to notice where your attention turned to.
you broke eye contact with him for a brief second, taking note of the dark hallway nearby that seemed secluded and away from all of the chaos that was a staple of clubs in this city. when you looked back at steve, you nodded your head in the direction of the hallway and started moving toward it, hoping that he would pick up on your hint and follow you. which he did.
“hi,” was the word that fell from your lips when the two of you were in the hallway, happily alone.
“hi.” he smiled at you again and even in the near complete darkness he still looked so fucking beautiful to you.
it had been nearly a month since you’d known him and he had come so out of the blue, so unexpected. it was like one day he wasn’t in your life and then the next he was consuming practically all of your thoughts. and somehow you were completely okay with that.
and you didn’t know but the feeling was completely mutual— you were constantly on his mind too.
a song that you didn’t recognize was playing and filling the quiet that was already filled by the look you and steve were sharing that felt like a million things were being communicated right then.
“wanna get out of here?” he asked, breaking the silence.
you were so close to saying yes to him and letting your hand slot in his and have him lead you wherever he wanted to go. but, then you remembered the reason you were at this club in the first place.
“i can’t. i’m here celebrating a friend’s birthday,” you said, feeling genuinely sad that you had to say no to him.
at first, he nodded at your answer but then thought for a brief moment before smiling a bit and saying, “but pancakes from 5th street?”
the mention of the diner that, according to both yours and his strong opinions, had the fluffiest pancakes in the world, pulled at your heartstrings. the two of you had found it two weeks ago and had been there five times already. and you had to admit, they sounded so good to you right then too.
you ignored steve’s question for a moment as you looked around the party, spotting your friends. the birthday girl was currently draped over her boyfriend who must have just shown up. because of that new turn of events, you quickly came to the realization that she wouldn’t notice if you left. and your other few friends probably wouldn’t care as much either because they were too busy having their own fun. and you wanted to have fun with steve; eating pancakes at the diner, sitting on the same side of the booth like lovesick teenagers, and talking until the sun came up. simply the thought of that warmed your insides and made your heart swell.
you knew that probably tomorrow you’d have to finally mention him when your friends eventually asked why you left the club early, and the thought of that future conversation actually didn’t scare you.
“okay, let’s get pancakes,” you ultimately said, smiling up at him. “you know how to win me over way too easily.”
his hand found yours, lacing them together and pulling it up to press a kiss to the back of your hand; you swore you could’ve combusted right then.
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Are you interested in writing something billy is still giving steve a hard time at school like since max isn't there to keep an eye on him, maybe like in the locker rooms, something more privately, since Nancy would also probably say something and eddie walks in on the aftermath and he decides to help despite not thinking highly of steve yet
Eddie is returning from skipping class when he hears a clang! ring out as he passes by the locker room. A well-known sound, one of someone being shoved against the lockers. His first thought is poor bastard but better you than me and his second thought, because his uncle raised him right, is I better check this out, and if nothing else, I'm a witness.
"Not so tough without a twelve-year-old girl here to protect you, huh," Billy Hargrove's voice is unmistakable. Eddie's heard it enough this year, between selling him weed and setting between him and members of Hellfire. He's willing to admit some curiosity to the statement Hargrove just made. Who in the hell is he beating up that was saved by a twelve-year-old last time?
"She's thirteen, you jackass," groans a suspiciously familiar voice. Eddie knows he knows it but can't place it.
"You always seem to focus on the shit that doesn't matter," Hargrove sounds amused, like he's smiling while he talks. Eddie can see it now, the too big, too fake grin that spreads across Hargrove's face before he lunges like a feral dog.
What follows next is the sound of a tussle. It sounds more like a wrestling match than a fight, but the squeak of gym shoes against linoleum changes pitch, and Eddie is moving. Hargrove is dragging someone around in there and the little voice in the back of his mind that sounds like Wayne will not let him get a bit of sleep this week if he walks away.
It's a shock, to put it mildly, when sees Hargrove and Harrington, neither of which are wearing gym clothes, so Eddie has no idea how they ended up here. He watches as Hargrove tosses Harrington to the ground in the showers, whose head bounces off the tile. Ouch. Before he can say anything, make his presence known, Hargrove reaches over and turns the shower on, dousing Harrington.
"This seems... interesting," Eddie says, trying to play it cool, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back against the lockers to survey the situation. They both have bruising, days old it looks like, on their faces. Maybe they'd come here to try and finish what they'd started? "Who's winning?"
Hargrove laughed. "You've got a good sense of humor. Knew I liked you."
He tries to give back a shit-eating grin, but it probably just looks like a grimace. He's not a fan of either of these two and does really wish he'd kept walking. He's quickly trying to weigh the pros and cons of taking a side here. Hargrove's a jackass but he's also one of Eddie's best customers and he can't really afford to lose him; not with the amount Hargrove buys. Harrington, however, has become the more bearable of the two to be around, since Jonathon Byers rocked his shit last year, but he didn't buy his drugs from Eddie, so...
The water shuts off, catching Eddie's attention. He and Hargrove both turn to Harrington, who looks so pathetic using the shower walls to climb his way to standing.
"No, yeah, I can definitely tell who won," Eddie says, earning him another laugh from Hargrove, who claps a hand on Eddie's shoulder as he moves past, leaving the locker room without another word.
Harrington, meanwhile, staggers out of the slash zone and pulls his shirt off, trying to wring out the water from it. Eddie just watches. This is the easiest fight he's ever had to breakup, and while he doesn't know why it was so easy, he's not really going to start asking questions. Honestly, the less he knows, the better.
"Don't think that's gonna work."
"Helpful," Harrington mutters, even as he lowers his arms in defeat and frowns down at his shirt like it's the shirt's fault he's wet.
Eddie is not staring. He's not. Because that's the kind of shit he's learned to not do because it gets the shit beat out of you. So, it's not staring. It's... investigating. Categorizing the damage Hargrove has done. To make it known that is what he's doing, he asks, "how much of that was Hargrove?" as he gestures to all of Harrington with one hand.
Harrington looks down at his own chest, almost bewildered, like he can't believe he's bruised. "Uhh.... 73 percent?"
He doesn't want to laugh but his body makes an involuntary snort-giggle at Harrington's questioning voice. "Alright. What's the other 27 percent from?"
Harrington pokes at a bruise and then sways violently, stumbling himself backwards to slam into the wall. "Shit. Think 'm concussed again. Didn't think the first one was done."
"Shit, man. We need to get you to the nurse," Eddie might not like Harrington, but concussions are no joke. Eddie'd been in charge of waking his uncle every hour on the hour a few years ago, when he'd got knocked good on the head at the plant.
"Right. Sounds good," Harrington agreed, even as he slumped more against the wall.
Shit. Eddie's going to have to drag him there, he can tell already. "Alright, man, let's go."
Harrington doesn't protest when Eddie shoves himself under his arm and wraps a hand around his middle. Harrington and he are the same height, it seems, but the dude's been on every sports team the school offers, like not being involved in an after-school activity will result in his death or something. What he's getting at is that he certainly weighs more, what with the muscle mass he's got going.
Briefly he wonders if a concussed Harrington would let him get away with coping a feel at his abs or arms, but that's dismissed immediately. Stop being a creep, Munson.
"Why're you helpin'?" Harrington says, about halfway to the nurse.
Eddie shrugs, "my uncle always says to look out for the little guy."
"Hey. I coulda won that fight. If he hadn't brained me on the lockers before repeating the performance with the shower tiles."
"You're going to have brain damage."
"Mmmm think I've always had that," Harrington says it softly, like he's talking to himself and has forgotten Eddie is within hearing distance. "I think each blow to the head is making me, like, a better person. Un-brain damaged."
"Yeaaahh, not sure about that last bit, but you've been less of an ass since Byers got you last year, so I can't say for sure you aren't right."
They make it to the nurse. Eddie deposits Harrington into an empty chair and the nurse helpfully gives Eddie a note for his next class, should he decide to actually go.
"Wait," Harrington calls out when Eddie's half out the door, so he twists to look back, raising an eyebrow at him. "Thanks, Eddie."
"Don't worry about it, Har-Steve," Eddie replies, slipping out the door and closing it behind him. Since when does Harrington know his name?
#Anonymous#thanks for the prompt anon!#hope you like this lil thing#my fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#billy hargroves here too
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hey if ur still doing requests-19. “I think about you all the time.” with stevie boy ??
19. “I think about you all the time.”
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You had known Steve Harrington for the better part of thirteen years but it never really hit you how little you actually knew about him.
From sitting together in Miss Jenson’s first grade class to seeing each other in the halls all the way through to high school, Steve was a familiar face but not somebody you would have ever willingly mixed with.
You thought you knew him well enough: King Steve who is adored by everyone, who wants people to kneel for him and kiss the ground he walked on, to see girls and guys alike throwing themselves at him as he basked in the attention.
You thought that Steve Harrington was nothing more than every other arrogant, self-centred playboy teenage boy who only cared about himself and getting laid.
You realised just how wrong you were when you found yourself in Scoops Ahoy one day the summer after your senior year and found King Steve standing behind the counter instead of the girl you had seen the few times you walked past.
You hadn’t expected the boy to be there, let alone be as friendly as he was when he greeted you like an old friend rather than a classmate he hadn’t really spoken to since the eighth grade. But the boy didn’t bat an eye at your slightly standoff behaviour as he happily chatted away as he made your order.
You decided it was a one off incident.
Until you found yourself in the ice cream parlour again a week or so later, and the boy greeted you with a wide smile and a joking remark like it was some inside gag between you.
Little did you realise just how quickly you would find yourself seeking comfort in those jesting remarks.
And little did you realise just how wrong you were about Steve Harrington until you found yourself sitting on the counter weeks later, a happy routine set between you both as midday passed and the customers started to lessen.
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Steve said as you walked in.
You frowned. “What?”
“You looked sad that we ran out of mint choc chip last time,” Steve said, looking far too giddy for someone in a sailor costume. “So I didn’t put it out until an hour ago so there would be some for you.”
You blinked, caught by surprise. “You did that for me?”
“Yeah,” Steve said with a casual shrug as he grabbed a tub for you and one for himself before he started to load them up. “I know it’s your favourite.”
The guilt settled deep in your gut, eating away at you slowly as he handed you the tub of mint choc chip ice cream with sprinkles on top, looking far too pleased with himself on the presentation before he took the spot next to you on the counter.
“You know,” you told him, your shoulders and thighs pressed against each other. “I used to think you were a prick.”
Steve snorted. “That doesn’t surprise me.”
Your brows furrowed together as you turned your head towards him but Steve’s attention was on his ice cream.
“No, I mean like–” you paused for a moment, shifting your body to face him. “I’m sorry, Steve. I shouldn’t have just assumed all that shit about you—”
“It’s fine,” he said to you, giving you a smile like he truly wasn’t bothered by your words. “You aren’t the first person to think that.”
Your face softened. “Steve.”
“I was a dick though,” he said, laughing it off as he scooped a large spoonful of ice cream. “So you weren’t wrong.”
“But you aren’t a dick,” you said to him with a shake of your head. “And it’s fucked up that people think that about you, that you are happy to just let them.”
Steve just looked sheepish in response.
“I mean, look!” you said helplessly as you held up your tub. “I thought you were a dick for, like, ten years and here you are saving ice cream flavours for me because it makes me happy! I shouldn’t even be a passing thought in your head, Steve.”
“Well, you aren’t,” he supplied. “I think about you all the time. So…you’re not a passing thought, if that helps.”
Your lips parted a little at his confession. “Steve—”
His cheeks flushed but he kept talking. “But it’s fine, really. I know I wasn’t exactly the best guy all the time and—”
Steve quickly fell quiet when you grabbed his face, placing your lips on his and catching him by surprise. It took less than a second before he realised what was happening and his tub fell to the floor with a splat, his hands on the back of your neck to keep you close.
“You’re a good person, Steve,” you whispered to him, nose nudging against his.
He grinned. “Good enough to kiss again?”
You snorted. “Good enough to kiss again.”
So, you kissed him again.
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#steve harrington#stranger things#steve harrigton x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington fic#steve harrington one shot#stranger things x reader#stranger things x you#stranger things x y/n#stranger things fic#stranger things one shot
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takes place at the start of season 3, except we are just gonna pretend eddie and vickie are already introduced cause i said so thanks.
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to be honest, you weren’t sure you would have ended up fucking steve harrington if it had not been for robin’s last minute idea for a summer kick-off trip for you older kids. after everything that had happened with will finally being resolved, you truly did deserve it. and when eddie told you guys that he had a place you could stay at, you didn’t question it. you had spent the week eating cold pizza and shotgunning beers by the fire, and if you were being completely truthful, you may or may not have smoked a tad bit of weed with the gang that night, so it was no surprise that you were all a little giddy. jonathan and nancy had made their escape back to the house about 30 minutes ago, and robin and vickie had retreated shortly after. that left you, steve, and eddie laying on the wooden dock that stretched out over lover’s lake. “airports are so fucking weird. like how is it possible that there are enough people traveling to the same place on the exact same date at the exact same time that could fill a whole plane,” steve drawled, twirling a piece of his hair around his finger over and over.
“well the planes aren’t always full,” you conceded.
“but it’s still a lot of people.”
eddie snorted, rubbing his hands over his eyes and pulling them down his cheeks. “i’m gonna leave you two lovebirds to discuss this very intellectual conversation, and return to the orgy that is my house.” he dismissed himself and worked his way back to the house, his gait uneven. eddie’s casual insinuation of romance between you and the boy laying laying next to you forced a hiccup up your throat.
you and steve were left laying there together, shoulder to shoulder, the sounds of the water lapping up against the wooden posts, while you stared upwards at the stars. the sun had gone down two -three?- hours ago, and there was no light pollution so far out into the woods, so you could see the details in the sky with such clarity. it was fairly comfortable outside, but as you had smoked more, you had begun to feel a bit warm. the rise in temperature could possibly have been attributed to what scientists called “the steve harrington phenomenon”, in which any location where steve harrington is, there is an astronomical increase in temperature.
they can’t explain it, as there is no logical scientific reason that the existence of one man could cause temperature fluctuations. of course you knew steve was hot, you could admit that. not to him though, of course. you also couldn’t admit your insanely long lasted crush you had on steve since you had met to him either. he was busy chasing every other girl besides YOU for the past 8 years that you had known him. you had fully dismissed any sort of possibility of you two together since junior year, while you watched him pin after, and eventually get together with nancy wheeler.
when they broke up, he was crushed, and you tried your best to comfort him, but he pushed you away. despite robin’s insistence that he definitely was NOT interested in nancy anymore, your feelings for him had become tucked away in the back of your heart. hey, as long as you were his friend, that would be enough for you, right?
“it’s so beautiful.”
you jumped a little as steve’s voice, quiet and a little rumbly, sliced through the silence. you let out a long breath. “we never really get to see it like this, do we?”
“i wish we could more,” he whispered
“well what’s stopping you.”
“can’t exactly up and leave when children are being possessed by shadow demons from another dimension and there are little alien monsters to be fought.”
“valid argument, except for the fact that you don’t really HAVE to stay if you don’t want to. you choose to.”
“i can’t leave dustin. he needs me,” he sighed, solemnly.
“i’ll be there to protect him, don’t worry,” you laugh.
“but who will be there to protect you,” he murmured, his finger shifting to lightly rub your forearm in small movements. your breath catched, hopefully not noticeably. you tried your best to speak without wavering your voice. “you don’t need to protect me steve.”
you could tell that he turned his head to stare at the side of your face, so close that if you turned your head towards him, your lips would be nearly touching. there was an overwhelming amount of heat in the air surrounding you, and you closed your eyes, trying to shut up your nerves. “i know i don’t, but i still want to. you are important to me,” he whispered, his breath tickling your cheek.
without considering the repercussions, you turned and pressed your forehead to his. he inhaled sharply, and his finger halted around your wrist. “then if you ever want to run away and stargaze, bring me along with you so you don’t have to worry.”
he opened his mouth just enough to share his breath with you. you were close enough to smell the warm, cinnamon sent coming off of him, along with remnants of smoke from the campfire and the smell of the weed you had smoked together. your lips were within millimeters of brushing, and your heart pounded against your rib cage, so loud you were sure he could hear it.
“honey-“
his words were cut off as you suddenly sat up and ran a hand through your hair. “are you hot?”
he looked at you, and you couldn’t tell if you were imagining the blush on his cheeks or if it was just the lighting. “what?”
“i’m gonna hop in the water to cool off for a bit, and then i’m gonna head inside cause i’m really tired,” you managed to spit out, quickly moving to your feet and towards the edge of the dock. he was silent as you dipped your foot in the water, testing how cold it was, or perhaps stalling to give him enough time to go back to the house. when you didn’t hear him shuffle up the path, you turned to find him sitting up, watching you. “can i join you?”
“i don’t have a dry swimsuit, steve,” you explained, hoping that he took the hint that this swim was going to be a naked one.
“i won’t look.”
you swallowed and studied his face. the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he looked incredibly relaxed, as if skinny dipping with your incredibly hot friend was something that you would find normal. he also seemed pretty dead set on staying, based on the way he was planted in his spot.
“what if i want you to look,” you said in a moment of sudden confidence. he took a shaky breath, and slowly stood, walking over to you. he stopped inches away from you, chest heaving as his hands came up to caress your arms. he didn’t break eye contact with you, biting his bottom lip.
“well then go ahead.”
your hands were shaky as you reached down to grab the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up over your head. the moment the fabric was out of the way, his hands moved to your sides, warm and gentle, while his eyes took over your form before moving back to your face.
he pressed his lips against your forehead, breathing in your scent while you slid your shorts down your legs. boldy, you grasped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head quickly, dragging your hands down his chest on the way down, settling them on his abdomen. his chest heaved as his hips involuntarily moved forward towards you.
you chose to ignore the massive erection he was sporting underneath his shorts, and instead turned your back to him, unclasping your bra, dropping it to the deck next to you, your panties swiftly following it. the embarrassment hit you fast, and you quickly stepped down into the water. steve was quick to follow, his shorts and underwear discarded up on deck with yours.
the water was shallow, but you stayed low, your knees bent so that the water covered you up to just below your shoulders. steve kept his eyes locked with yours as he softly pulled you into his lap, his muscular thighs supporting you in the warm water. he wasted no time in tilting your chin up so that he could move his lips against yours. you had been waiting to kiss steve harrington since the 6th grade, imagining a million different ways that it would happen, what kissing him would feel like, what he would taste like.
every scenario you had ever dreamed up couldn’t compare to this. he was all heat and desire, his hands sliding behind your back to pull you closer, breathing in sync with you, eyes screwed shut, in an expression almost reminiscent of pain. you let your hands drift behind his neck, one in his hair, as you listened to the noises he made.
you pulled away to catch your breathe briefly, before attaching your lips to his neck. he let out a long, drawn out moan, tilting his head back so you could easily access the expanse of skin, searching for his sweet spot. when you sucked the area just below his ear, his hips snapped forward, and he exhaled a whimper tightening his grasp around your waist.
“shit, baby,” he whined out rocking his hips against yours.
you smiled against him, ghosting your lips along his collarbone while his hands roamed over your body, settling on your thighs. he slid them up and down your smooth skin, and you spread your legs wider, resting closer to his groin. he grinded harder against you, groaning each time your body rubbed along his length. “steve,” you gasped out.
“i know baby, i know,” he rasped.
he stopped his motion, moving his hand higher up your thigh to your core. your heart beat rapidly, as you leaned your forehead against his. running his fingers along your folds, your hands squeezing in his hair. “steve, please,” you whimpered.
“i got you, baby. shhhh, let me make you feel good,” he whispered into your ear.
when he finally slipped his fingers into you, your back arched, pressing against your chest to his. his other hand slipped to the small of your back stroking you comfortingly in time with the rhythms he was strumming inside of you. he watched your face, waiting for the moment when-
he connected his fingers with your clit, focuses small movements in that small area, as your legs shook in his lap. he curled his fingers to put pressure directly on the spot, and you hid your head in his neck, mewling loudly as you rocked your hips against his hand. he whispered sweet nothings to you the whole time, i love you baby, you look so pretty riding my hand beautiful, keep going baby, i’m gonna fuck you so good honey, shhh i got you.
his fingers stretched you out, but your desperation to feel him inside of you began to overwhelm you. “steve, please i need to feel you,” you moaned to him.
he pulled his fingers out, breathing heavily against you. “baby i’ve wanted you since the day we met.”
the information halted you, and you pulled back to look into his eyes. “what?”
“you were always the one i wanted.”
“but nancy-“ you tried to ask, but he didn’t seem interested in anything other than telling you how badly he wanted to fuck you.
“i needed to see if i could feel the same with anyone else, and when it didn’t work out, it terrified me. i knew you were the only one, but i didn’t think you wanted me too.”
you were left speechless. “baby i’ve wanted you so bad for so long,” he murmured, his eyes pleading.
“i’ve wanted you too. since middle school,” you whispered brushing his messy wet hair out of his face.
he leaned in to kiss you desperately, groaning into you. he pulled you up gently positioning you over his length, his eyes fixated on your expression as you settled down onto him, gasping as you lowered yourself onto his thick cock. he filled you completely, you fit together like puzzle pieces. he slowly thrusted up into you watching to make sure that it wasn’t hurting you. “fuck me, steve,” you said firmly.
his eyes darkened, the words triggering suppressed feelings and urges that he had kept hidden for years. steve snapped his hips upwards into you while you grinded down to meet his thrusts deeper. the water splashed around you with the force of his quickened pace. you cried out, practically bouncing on him, gripping onto his shoulders.
one of his hands slipped from your waist to hold your hand down on his shoulder. he grabbed one of your legs, lifting it up around his waist. the new angle stretched you further around him, and threw your head back, whimpering out nonsense. stevie, oh. i love you. you feel so good oh my god. right there. just like that, steve.
steve fucked up into you, hitting your sweet spot with every stroke, driving you closer and closer to your climax. heat pooled in your stomach, and you clenched around steve from the heat. he moaned your name, dropping his hand down to your already sensitive clit to massage it. his hands drove you over the edge, and you came onto him, steve’s orgasm following shortly after.
you sat there for a moment in his embrace, relishing each other’s closeness as he kissed you gently. “holy shit, you are so beautiful,” steve gasped running his hand over your cheek, stroking his thumb over your lip. you kissed him gently, as he held you close to him. he lifted you up out of the water, carrying you to the room he was staying in. you fell asleep with his arms wrapped around you while he kissed your back lightly.
you hadn’t planned on telling the girls about what had happened until you had talked to steve the next morning, but as you creeped out of his room back to yours, drowning in his massive t-shirt, you were shocked to find robin laying on your bed, scratching haphazard lines in her sketchbook. ”i told you he doesn’t have feelings for nancy,” she chuckled.
“i don’t even wanna know how you know,” you sighed grabbing clothes out of your bag to change into.
“okay, then i won’t tell you. but if you don’t want anyone else knowing, you should probably go pick up you and steve’s underwear from the deck.”
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PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER FOUR → TEENAGEDOM
summary: steve harrington x oc
when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown.
word count. 3.1k
warnings: cannon typical violence, child-abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. slight cannon divergence.
previous chapter ← → next chapter
When Sunshine was little, she was allowed to press glow-in-the-dark stars to the ceiling of her room. It wasn’t her idea, but rather the oldest child inside the Lab. Ivy, or 002, somehow convinced them to let them all decorate their otherwise cold and white rooms with the stars. And after they were stuck to the ceiling, whenever Sunshine was upset, Ivy would sneak into her room after curfew, and they’d look at the stars together. Ivy would tell her to make a wish, and she promised that it would come true, even if they were real stars. But the older Sunshine got, she realized that wishes on fake stars didn’t come true, no matter how much you believe in them.
However, for the first time in what felt like her whole life, she saw real stars with her own eyes.
Seated in the backyard of Steve’s house, Sunshine found herself surrounded by a group of teenagers who were drastically different from her.
It was a dangerous game she was playing. The more people who knew about her added to the long list of threats the two posed, but it was a calculated risk on her part. It was either return to Steve’s house for one night or risk a night in the woods.
And it was going rather well. The lie that Steve had told his friends worked. They all believed she was a family friend, and none of them questioned it despite the obvious differences she had from them. To them, she was another teen at a party; they had no idea of the nightmare she was still too close to.
Sunshine noticed every small difference between them and her. The two boys held cans of beer in their hands and smirks plastered on their faces, and the girls wore soft-colored clothing and carried an air of sweet carelessness with them. They all were normal kids who talked about school and their plans for the weekend, while Sunshine sat with her knees pulled into her chest while the world slowly closed in around her.
Her head spun from the events that took place that day, which were full of bad decisions. When she left that morning, she didn’t realize how unprepared for the real world she was. Every person she passed made her heart seize up inside her chest The air of Hawkins was cold, and all the streets were unfamiliar.
She had roamed the woods for a while in search of Eleven, and the whole time she thought of Ivy. The older girl had been the closest thing they all had to a mother, but she was still a teenager herself. Ivy acted much older, though. She was the one who pressed kisses to their foreheads before they fell asleep and held their hands when they were scared.
Sunshine wished, more than anything, that Ivy was beside her. She would’ve known just want to do, where to go, and how to find Eleven.
Instead, Sunshine was still without her sister and still haunted by the ghost of Two.
Before she got too lost in the woods, Sunshine hesitantly ventured into town to see if her sister had sought out the paved streets instead of the towering trees. And when she entered the convenience store that afternoon, she had no intention of drawing any attention to herself. She had the money from Steve tucked safely inside her coat pocket and planned to use to it buy something to eat. But when she walked down one of the aisles, there was a woman at the other end who stared at her with a gaze that bore into Sunshine's skin. It freaked her out, so she hurried into the next aisle, but as she did so, she swore she saw the frame of a familiar ghost with dark skin and even darker eyes pass her by. In a frantic blur, she tried to chase after the conjured version of Ivy her mind had created.
She followed the false hope of a child who longed for something comfortable and familiar in such an unfamiliar place. But there was a bag of chips in her hand that she hadn’t paid for still in her hands as she rushed toward the door, and the man in charge thought she was trying to steal.
He refused to listen to her and grabbed her wrist harshly. The contact caused her to freeze and almost shut down completely. It felt like she was back in the Lab, in a paper gown and with a shaved head, being dragged down the hall. Her limbs went stiff, and her heart threatened to beat right out of her chest. She was so sure the man was going to make one phone call and that’d be it for her. They’d find her and put her right back inside the very place she had finally escaped from.
And instead of fighting back, all she could do at the moment was try not to cry like a pathetic child.
But, in an odd turn of events, the boy she’d met the night before appeared out of nowhere and untangled her from the mess she’d made. Maybe that was why she was so quick to follow him back to his house for another night.
Even in the presence of strangers in his backyard, Sunshine was a little less petrified. The people were all kids like her, and she had always trusted kids more than adults. There had yet to be an adult she came across who didn’t lie to her, hurt her, or manipulate her in some way or another. Adults never kept their promises, and Sunshine had seen adults do some of the vilest things imaginable to innocent children who couldn’t defend themselves.
It was children and teenagers alike who she trusted and put her faith into; they were the only ones who hadn’t let her down. So, she didn’t run from the unusual social scene, and sat in a chair beside Steve’s swimming pool and listened to his friends talk.
A soft sigh fell from Sunshine’s lips, and it was visible in the cool air. She watched the stars that glittered in the darkness; real stars that maybe, just maybe, made wishes come true.
“So, Stella,” someone said, calling her attention using the name Steve had made up back at the store. A petite brunette, who sat in the seat beside her, asked, “Where’d you say you were from?”
Sudden panic swelled up in her chest and her eyes darted toward Steve, who was already looking at her. He cleared his throat and toyed with the can of beer in his hands, probably formulating another lie. “Oh, man, you know, her family moves around like crazy. But, uh, you said New York was the next stop, right?”
Sunshine nodded slowly. “Yes. New York,” she repeated.
The girl who asked her the question introduced herself as Nancy. She was about the same height as Sunshine, with long hair that fell over her shoulders and a soft smile. “That’s cool! I’ve always wanted to visit New York,” she said. Maybe Sunshine did too.
One of the friends that she’d met earlier that day, Carol, flicked a lighter and grumbled, “New York’s gotta be better than this shithole.” She took a long drag of a cigarette and blew out the smoke before she spoke again. “How long are you crashing at Steve’s bachelor pad?”
“N-Not long,” she answered quickly and a little clumsy. She wasn’t used to being asked so many questions or talking much to anyone who wasn’t Eleven. And even then, she had hardly saw her sister inside the Lab.
“Not much of a talker, huh?” Tommy mused.
Sunshine shifted in her seat, unsure of what she was supposed to say until Steve steered his friend’s attention away from her. He held up another two beers and whistled at the boy. “Hey, dude, shotgun?”
Tommy’s lips quirked upwards in a smirk as Steve tossed him the can.
She watched closely as the two boys poked holes in the cans and threw their heads back, drinking it as quickly as they could before the can was empty, then they threw their trash to the ground and cheered.
There was almost nothing she understood about the world around her. Every word from the teens' mouths, mixed with carefree laughter, made her sink further into the daunting realization that she was still all alone. Steve and his friends fit together; they made sense to each other. It was Sunshine who was the clear outlier. Her mind had been re-wired to remove almost all normalcy inside of it. There was a persistent buzz in the back of her brain and a dangerous glow she could create in the palms of her hands. She wasn’t like them, but she wished she could have been.
It didn’t matter how far she and Eleven ran away from Hawkins, she’d never fully rid herself of the past. All Sunshine hoped for was that her sister got a second chance. Eleven was a few years younger, and there was still time for her to live a somewhat normal life as a kid if they fully escaped.
“Oh, shit!” A chorus of yells ripped through the air, causing Sunshine to flinch at the noise and turn her attention onto a short-haired redhead, Barb, who was standing and clutching her hand as blood dripped down her arm and onto the concrete below.
“Barb…” Nancy stood up too and placed her hand on her friend’s shoulder, but Barb jerked away and shook her head.
“It’s fine, Nance. It’s fine,” she muttered before she glanced at Steve. “Where’s your bathroom?”
“It’s just down the first hall and to the right.”
Right then, Sunshine felt a sudden shift in the air, one that she couldn’t explain but felt deep in her gut. She was struck with an almost violent sense of unease, and her eyes stayed glued to the drops of blood that soaked into the concrete.
The air felt thick and even colder than before.
Sunshine watched as the group of teens, minus Barb, returned to their conversation as if nothing had happened. Turning her head, she peered out into the darkness toward the woods.
The bottoms of her feet still stung with cuts from running, and her body still ached. All of that pain collided with a feeling of dread that only increased when she gazed into the woods.
She wanted to believe it all was just an overwhelming feeling of guilt. Guilt over not finding her sister and splitting up with her in the first place. But, that little voice in the back of her head warned her that it was something more.
There was something out there.
A dual set of screams rang out within a colorless bedroom. A young number Seven fell against the floor with a strangled gasp before she scrambled backward until her back hit the wall on the opposite side of the room from an even younger boy.
The boy’s eyes were glassed over, foggy and unfocused, and a line of blood dripped down from his nose. Ivy jumped down from the bed she sat on, observing, and kneeled beside Seven. She placed her cold fingers on the little girl’s shoulders and stared at the crescent-shaped nail marks felt behind on Seven’s forearm, deep enough to draw blood.
The air was thick and buzzed with unnatural static that caused the hair on all three children's arms to stand on end.
Ivy let go of Seven and slowly crossed the room to where the youngest of the three sat. The boy held his legs close to his chest and let tears dot his pale cheeks, but he bit down hard on his lower lip to stifle his cries.
“What did you see?” Ivy asked calmly, as to not frighten the boy any further than he already was. His chin trembled as his eyes cleared and returned to their natural, unhazy gray. “Tell us what you saw, Nine.”
Nine sniffled and rested his chin on top of his knees, gaining the courage to speak. “Dark,” he whispered. There was something unnerving about the tone of his quiet voice.
“What else?” Ivy pressed.
They all knew Nine was fragile - most kids inside the Lab were despite what they were capable of - but Nine’s abilities were not to be tip-toed around. Whatever he saw when his fingernails dug into Seven’s skin was important.
“Nine, tell us what you saw.”
“Dark. The dark, so much of it,” he cried as more tears gathered in his eyes and ran down his face. There were things inside the little boy’s head that neither Two nor Seven could fathom. His head was like a hive of wasps, and each time he made contact with someone, it was like kicking the nest. It buzzed too loud inside his ears; too many blurred figures, bright flashes, all-consuming darkness, and hundreds of hushed conversations from unknown voices that he couldn’t make out.
“A-And the end.”
The sound of splashing and loud laughter drew Sunshine out of her memory. She tried to shake the image of Ivy and Nine out of her head as she looked away from the woods and onto the pool, where the teens had pushed each other into. They swam around still in their clothes with wide smiles.
Sunshine swallowed the lump in her throat and hurried from the backyard back into Steve’s house.
She felt hot and cold at the same time. Her fingers were numb, but the back of her neck beaded with sweat. She didn’t know what was happening to her, or in general. Maybe it all was inside her head, some kind of side effect of escaping the Lab and experiencing the real world. Or maybe the little boy from her memory knew something no one else did; maybe he had felt the same sense of dread she did at that very moment.
There was something wrong about Hawkins; it was like the rancid air of the Lab leaked out onto the town, and no one noticed, or they chose to ignore it. Maybe that was easier to do when you hadn’t witnessed what happened behind the white walls.
Sunshine turned down the hallway and almost collided with someone who was rounding the corner as well.
“Oh!” Barb gasped out in surprise. “Geez, you scared me.”
“Sorry,” Sunshine said, her heart racing. Her gaze dropped onto the girl’s hand, which was wrapped in a red-stained bandage. “Is your hand okay?”
Barb nodded. “Yeah. It’s just a little cut, but I guess that’s what I get.” She let out a small, almost bitter laugh that punctuated the end of her sentence. Barb’s eyes met Sunshine’s before they shifted slightly and across her face, probably noting the bruises that looked a little worse in the brighter lightening of Steve’s house than compared to outside. “Are you okay?”
With a tight-lipped smile, Sunshine replied, “Yes. I just…I needed, uh-” Her words came out clunky and she didn’t really know what she was trying to say, but Barb seemed to know or guessed that she did.
“You need a break from the happy couples out there?” Barb said.
To Barb, it seemed like she and Sunshine shared something in common like they were on the same page. What they supposedly were on the same page about, Sunshine had no clue.
“Tell me about it,” Barb huffed. “You’re just lucky you don’t have to go to school with them.”
There was a sadness that Sunshine saw behind the teen’s eyes, but it was a kind of sadness that confused her. The two girls that stood face to face in the hall lived very different lives, but Sunshine pretended to understand, and just for a moment, Barb believed that Steve’s friend Stella understood just how she felt. For a moment, Barb believed that Sunshine understood something as mundane as teenage drama.
“Hey, Barb. Can you talk for a sec?” Nancy’s voice came from somewhere behind Sunshine and it was followed by more chatter and footsteps. The group all entered the home in their soaked clothes.
Barb’s shoulders slumped slightly before she slipped past Sunshine and disappeared around the corner to speak with her friend Nancy.
Steve’s other two friends, Tommy and Carol wandered into the kitchen, which only left Steve. He had a towel draped over his shoulders and his hair felt flat against his head. The carefree and happy look on his face faltered when he met Sunshine’s gaze, who still stood in the hall with her face paled and muscles tense.
“Everything all right?” he asked, walking toward her.
She wasn’t sure she had an answer to that, not one that could explain just how she felt. Every emotion she experienced felt out of place inside her head. She was so used to pushing all of those feelings down, but they refused to stay put and all rose to the surface at once.
With a quiet sigh, she replied with a simple, “Yes.”
Steve didn’t look too convinced of her answer, but it was clear that his attention was elsewhere. He wiped a few drops of water from his cheek and gestured down the hall. “There are clean pajamas in the laundry room, and my mom always keeps the bathroom down there stocked with stuff, if you want to shower or anything,” he said. “And there are still blankets and pillows on the couch, okay?”
Sunshine nodded, and Steve took that as his cue to return to his friends.
After grabbing a change of clothes, she locked herself in the bathroom.
Warm water worked to soothe her tense muscles just slightly, and she tried to focus on the shower itself instead of the tangled web of thoughts inside her head. She scrubbed her skin until it was raw, making sure that any trace of the woods or the Lab was washed down the drain. She even rubbed her tattoo in a fruitless attempt to erase that identity completely, but it’d never leave.
“The end.”
Over the running water, Nine’s words still sounded in her ears. They stirred up a cold, hopeless feeling deep inside her chest, snaking around her heart and squeezing it tight. She had tried to ask him what he meant, what he saw, but she never got the answer. All she knew was that Nine saw something when his fingers dug into her arm, showing him her future.
That, among many other things, were answers Sunshine would never get.
She wouldn’t be the only one who wouldn’t get the answers they deserved either.
Blood ran down the drain of the tub from a cut that Sunshine accidentally reopened on the palm of her hand. Outside, another drop of blood fell into the swimming pool. It hit the blue surface and mixed with the stench of chlorine, and yet another mystery unraveled in Hawkins.
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The Child: Part 1
Charlotte Marie Harrington, more commonly known as Charlie, was the adopted daughter of Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, and Billy Hargrove. Apparently, it had been quite the ordeal to get her and get everything signed (her Ma (Steve) always talked about his parents and a law firm making it difficult or something). It didn't matter much to the twelve-year-old girl, she was loved and safe from the men in the white suits, so she was happy.
Well... That was until she woke up one morning and her house, the small thing that it was, was gone. Instead of a bed, she was laying on the forest floor. She wasn't entirely sure she was still in Hawkins. So, she did the only logical thing she could think of, she started walking.
Somewhere along the way, she came across a restaurant whose kitchen entrance was open. She shrugged to herself and went inside. It would have to do. Plus, she vaguely remembered this restaurant being in Hawkins ('Poor Benny. Got mixed up in all this... Didn't deserve that...' she could vaguely remember hearing when she was around seven or eight). It was stupid that her crystal-clear memory only pertained to things that were inherently traumatic (her early years in the Lab were among those) or things that would only be useful in world-saving or survival situations (she could clearly remember how to make a fire without a lighter on hand and knew which wild foods were good to eat and which herbs could be used for medicinal purposes). And her abilities wouldn't help much in this situation. Gravity control and particle manipulation with minor telekinesis (it could only be activated if she had a lot of energy-replenishing foods and drinks around since it nearly drained her completely) could only do so much when you don't know exactly where you are. She kinda wished she had her Papa (Eddie), who would at least make light of the situation to ease the tension, or her Dad (Billy), who would know exactly what to do in this situation somehow like he always did.
When she walked through the kitchen door, she saw that there was already someone in there. A little girl, around her age, her head buzzed close to her scalp. She was wearing a hospital gown, which Charlie thought was a bit odd. But it also reminded her of the things the children were forced to wear at the Lab. Her tattoo, 021, itched.
Charlie’s eyes widened. Her tattoo itching only happened when something from the Lab went near her. This girl had something to do with that unspeakable place. But, given her age, the girl had to have been like her: an experiment.
She pushed up her clear-framed glasses in determination. She would follow the girl and find out more about this strange version of Hawkins. She made her way over to the girl, smiling gently.
“Hi. I’m Charlie! What’s your name?” she asked, waving a bit.
Her sleeve slid down to reveal her number, though she had done that on purpose. She didn’t want to just... walk up and shove her tattoo in the girl’s face, lest she be wrong for once and embarrass herself.
The girl’s eyes widened and she reached out to grab Charlie’s wrist. Charlie just let her.
“...Eleven...” the girl murmured, turning Charlie’s wrist over in her hands, tenderly touching the girl’s tattoo.
“It’s nice to meet you, Eleven. Technically... I’m Twenty-one,” she hummed.
Eleven looked up.
“...like me?” she asked.
Charlie nodded. To demonstrate that she wasn’t lying, she turned to one of the pieces of silverware in the sink, touching it with her fingers. The piece of silverware started floating, only clattering back into the sink when Charlie touched both of her hands together, fingertip-to-fingertip. She turned back around to see Eleven staring at her in awe.
“See? Just like you,” she smiled kindly at the girl.
The two girls just stared at each other for a second before they heard the owner of the diner, the one who Charlie assumed was Benny, shout at them. Charlie’s eyes widened.
They had been caught.
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The wrong type of charmer
Steve Harrington x reader, slight Billy Hargorve x reader.
Summary: after falling for Billy's charm you agreed to go on date with him. Only to find him getting it on with another girl. Eddie quickly comes to comfort you, Steve and you begin to ' date which angers Billy as Steve is everything he hates.
Request: yes, changed a bit though.
Word count: 1939
Warnings: language, douche bag Billy. Insecure reader.
A/n: I'm terrible , I don't know how to end anything. nOT MY IMAGES , POOR COLLAGE MADE.
You knew what Billy was like, hell everyone did, it was the most obvious thing ever. He was the definition of a player, man whore, womaniser whatever you want to call it. It was incredible stupid to crush on a guy like him. Just go back to your bedroom and fantasise about Rob Lowe! Save yourself some hurt. Of course you didn't. Stupid, tight jeans , long hair and piercing eyes.
Maybe, he came after you just to cross you off, or maybe it was because you hadn't given him the time of day and he loves a challenge. Only getting you when you were caught walking home in a storm and he had offered you a ride. You shouldn't have taken the ride, should've just got struck by lightning. You had only went on one date, one date.
The date consisted him taking you to eat fast food in a middle of a random field. Texas chainsaw massacre? You wished. He had been sweet , he actually talked to you and listened. Used those cheap petnames that he used on all girls. It made things worse. At the end of the date he wanted to kiss you but you had declined, and he had asked you if you would go out with him again and again you agreed. You wished you hadn't.
Maybe, it's because he didn't get the kiss or anything further that he went looking for more. Maybe, he brought you to a random party just so he'd get caught. Which brought you to now.When you had gotten to the party with Billy he had ditched you almost immediately.
Standing the door way of a bedroom watching Billy pound into a girl. He wasn't naked no, the girl however, her clothes were ripped all over the place, exposing her to the world. Billy had heard you come in, oh you knew he did when he turned to look at you smirking , though the smirk had dropped when he realised it was you.
"Fuck you, " The words slipping out your mouth before you could think. He hadn't stopped when you left , he didn't care.
You should've known, you did know. If you wanted a hot guy that was charming and hot as fuck you should've went after Dean Winchester. He would never treat a women like Billy did.You didn't cry, as you ran down the stairs and out the door smacking into Steve Harrington.
Steve who was out of place at the party, party Steve didn't exist anymore. He'd much rather pig out on Kfc and watch a movie with his friends these days. His hands gripping your shoulders stopping you flying down the porch, his eyes latched to yours.
"Y/n?"
Steve and you were close, best friends, ever since he had became babysitter Steve. Working alongside him and Robin at family video over summer. Steve the hair Harrington had been single for a long time other than one of dates that never went well. Hard to understand why when Steve always was a sweetheart, treated women as he should, above and beyond generally. Yes, he had a reputation, King Steve. So, he liked to get it on in the bathroom sometimes, he's a bigboy it's his nature. But with you, Steve was different.
He didn't know about the date you had with Billy, you didn't think it would last ( and you were right clearly) and you knew he wouldn't approve. Let's be honest you knew you had developed a small crush on him, so seeing Billy being a douche didn't hurt as much as it could.
"Oh, hi Steve." Speaking after composing yourself, his eyebrows crunched together, shocked to see you at a party. His eyes only leaving you when the door had slammed open and Billy who was not sober had began making his way towards you.
Grabbing on Steve you pulled him with you down the steps of the of porch.
"Where do you think you're going with my girl, Harrington?" His words slightly slurred as he chugged the rest of the bear in his can before tossing it. That's a disgusting habit, littering. Steves eyes going from you to Billy, who was stomping towards you both.
"We are not together Billy, you made that perfectly clear." Steve may of not liked the words that came out of Billy's or your mouth but he still shouted a range of foul words at Billy before leading you to his car and speeding off.
"What the fuck." Glancing at you birelfy before turning back to the road, his knucles white with how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. You decided not reply as he was going to break out into a rant.
"What the actual fuck, y/n? Why did Billy call you his girl? Wait, Tell me you didn't sleep with him? "
"No, I didn't." Looking out the window, the streetlights lighting up the pathment, that fact was a relief to both you.
"I don't know Steve, he was sweet when we had a date. Should've known he would've go off with someone else." Resting his hand on your thigh, he squeezed gently.
"Why him?"
"You don't get it, Steve. Feeling like no one will ever like you. Christ, you're Steve Harrington, you'll never know what is it like. Who wouldn't love you. Imagine you're me and someone finally shows a little bit of interest in you. Steve, I really liked him." You explained, picking at your fingers. Latching onto the door handle as Steve sharply pulled over, eyes widening at Steve's actions. Turning to you immediately after parking.
"You, oh my, Y/n/n , you're so silly to think you're anything less than so fucking beautiful. " His voice soft as his he brings his hand up to your cheek to wipe away a stray tear, your eyes latched with his chocolate ones. His hand dropping to hold yours.
"Fuck, truthfully, Y/n. I wish weren't friends. The real reason all my dates haven't been working out, is because I can't get you out of my fucking head. I wish I had told you before you went to Billy because you deserve so much better than Billy and I. " His thumb caressing over the back of your hand as his words stumbled out into a confession.
"W-what? Are you telling me you like?" Steve tilted his head as his lips curled up into a nervous smile nodding.
Cheeks going up in flames as your stomach twisted nerves jolting as you leaned forward pressing your lips to his in a quick peck. Waiting for any reaction on his face out than his mouth gapping open.
"Tell me how you feel." His words nervous as he scanned your face, he didn't want to be used like Nancy had used him when she didn't feel the same. Pausing to ponder, you had always pushed your feelings off claiming it was just because well Steve is hot and you were attached becayse he was your friend.
"I thought I loved you as my best friend, but now I realise I love because i'm in love you." Your eyes now fixed onto your lap again, heat rushing cheeks in embarrassment.
His surprising soft hands lifting your face to meet his eyes, his lips pressing against yours for a moment before you had reciprocated , his lips moves against your. Your hands moving up Steves arms into his hair, running though the ends, his hands gripped on your waist. Pulling away for a moment.
" I love you." His lips against your against yours once more, pulling away completly, his hand interlaced with yours.
"You know what would really bug Billy?" Steve had spoke breaking the comfortable silence.
"What?"
"If Billy saw us together, he hates me and the fact I'm with someone he couldn't get," pausing to let out a hefty laugh "he'd be so pissed."
"More like he'd beat you to a pulp again. "
"You know what probably, but I'll still have you." Pressing another kiss to your lips Steve smiles softly at you.
When you say Billy next he had tried so hard to charm you into forgiving you.
"Awe c'mon, babe. We weren't even exclusive, it was one date. We could be if you just say yes." Billy had cornered you at arcade when picking Max up. His less than innocent glances towards you caused goosebumps to erupt all over your body. Choosing not to respond to Billy you had just glared at him.
"Give me another shot, I'll be the god of your orgasm, exclusively I promise."
"Oh ew, fuck off, you mullet wearing asshole. " spitting your words at Billy, his smile dropped as ducked under his arms rushing away.
It didn't stop there, there were multiple incidents where Billy had came up to you, to try convince you.
Steve had taken you to get ice cream, eating it on the hood his car, the two of you waiting for the kids to come out of school.
"Do you want to trying some of mine, it's really good and I would know I tried all the flavours at scoops." Steve had gushed, his free hand wrapped around your waist holding you tightly, your legs thrown over his thighs.
Holding his ice cream cone out for you, you had went to try it but before you could Steve pushed the ice cream into your nose covering it with icecream.
"Steve!" His laughs dying down, as his face straightened watching you search your pockets for a tissue.
"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll get it for you." Before you could process, Steve had pressed his lips to your nose brielfy before pulling awau and licking his lips. It didn't work at all and Steve wiped the remaining of with his sleeve.
"Nah, I'm still trying it." Latching over Steve's hand you had licked the cone as Steve watched. Unknowingly to both you Billy uad gotten there before both you ( otherwise you would've heard the car) and had been watching the whole time tapping his fingers against the door.
Steve had pulled you between his legs, one arm wrapped around you, Whispering into your ear.
"Well, looky here, huh? Really? You could've had everything, babe." Eyes widening at Billy stopd in front you, glaring.
"Yeah, don't know why anyone would want all the STDs," Steve had coughed out, lifting you from between his legs back onto his hood as he sized up to Billy.
"What did you fucking say?" Spitting at Steve he went to grab Steve's shirt, you stood in between the two pushing him back.
"Whu don't you go fuck your dad some more, you insecure little boy , you can't even handle being rejected."
Okay so your words may have been harsh and Billy was like zero seconds away from knocking you about when all the kids had rushed up to the three of you. Or maybe he wasn't maybe he was so embarrassed that you were right that.
Either way, you weren't Billy's but he would try, he would do anything in his power to sway you. But for now you were with Steve.
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steve harrington x oc
warnings: cursing
word count: 1.8k
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"i just don't get why we had to move from chicago to fucking nowhere!" anastasia rusen complained to her mother who sat driving next to her in a car.
"stas sweetie, we've been over this. your uncle is just caught up in a few things and with the divorce it'll just be easier for everyone. hawkins is a good city!" bianca rusen attempted to compromise.
anastasia groaned putting her head against the hot window. the divorce. she refused to talk about it with any her family, or really anyone in general. anastasia had never met her father, but what she called 'mom no.2' had raised her like a father. she hadn't really understood why her mothers divorced, she'd never heard an argument come out their mouths. but it broke anastasia more than she would like to admit. and moving to hawkins indiana wasn't going to help her. she begged her mom to stay in the city, to even move to only another suburb. but her mother was set in stone, and the pair were headed to hawkins.
it was a fairly short ride, pulling into a driveway of a two-story house after two hours. even anastasia couldn't deny the house was nice, and it seemed to be in a nice area. but it wasn't her small townhouse crammed in between two other townhouses.
"our new home sweet home! uncle finn should be here within the next hour to help get boxes into the house. do you want me to show you your room?" her mom asked kindly as possible, she knew the change wasn't wanted or easy for her daughter.
"sure." anastasia said as her grabbed her backpack and followed her mom into the house.
the living room was painted beige with a stone fireplace in the wall, with a small bar opening the room to the kitchen. it was a lot more spacious than her old house. she followed her mom up the stairs as her mom opened the first door on the left side. it was a decently sized room with three windows letting in natural light. two doors were on the other wall, one leading to a closet and the other to a bathroom.
it was really nice. anastasia almost questioned her mother for being able to find and afford a place like this but decided it wasn't the time.
"this is fucking amazing mom, where's your room?" anastasia gasped.
"language, it's downstairs. there's another bedroom upstairs but i'd figure unless you wanted some more space it could just be an office."
the two girls spent the rest of the day bringing boxes in and unpacking as much as they could, with her uncle coming by for a bit to help them. anastasia hadn't known her uncle very well, but figured him being a policeman could help her in the future. it also slightly scared the shit out of her. the three finally took a break to eat dinner.
"so kid, you thinking about a job this summer?" finn rusen, her uncle, asked her.
"uh, i mean probably. give me something to do until school starts. haven't thought about it though." anastasia replied as best she could, the question catching her off guard.
she hadn't thought about life outside her house in hawkins at all. she really didn't want to get a job, but finn rusen wasn't exactly the person you said no to.
"there's starcourt mall down the road from here, just opened. bet they need some workers. open until nine, could give you a ride tonight." your uncle told you as he took a bite of the KFC mashed potatoes.
"okay sure, mom you could get the silverware from there probably?" anastasia said, not really wanting to go to this mall alone. or at all.
"yeah that sounds great! you can go ahead and get ready stas, i'll clean it up."
anastasia nearly sprinted away from the table after that sentence to her room. she changed into a pair of loose jeans that were a bit too big and kept her plain black shirt on. she hadn't unpacked all her clothes yet and didn't want to search through boxes. she put on her black, dirty converse and sighed as she stared into the mirror.
anastasia could tell that this town was sad, it had only been less than a day here but it seemed like the sun wouldn't ever come out in hawkins. sure the sun in chicago wasn't seen during the winter months of november and april; but hawkins radiated almost an evil energy that she couldn't pinpoint. it wasn't just an overcast sky.
"stas! you ready kid?" her uncle called from downstairs, snapping her out of her thoughts. she ran down the stairs and followed her family outside into the car.
"this mall is nice! it's definitely new! they have a jc penny stassie!" her mom smiled at her from the front seat, making anastasia's lips twitch up at her mother's excitement.
anastasia was not excited though after her uncle and mother had left her to go 'explore' places. there wasn't awfully much she wanted to explore. she found a hot topic and put in an application, and even applied at the jc penny. she continued to walk around aimlessly until anastasia's head turned when she heard a voice not yelling, but sassily talking to someone.
"you cant come here and try every flavor, everyday!" a red haired girl who was around her age told a group of younger girls. she looked at the sign that sat in front of her.
'Scoops Ahoy! Now Hiring!'
nothing about the ice cream shop seemed intriguing expect the girl who had shooed away the group of kids. so anastasia walked up to the counter and smiled at a very bored looking worker.
"hi, my name is stas!"
"alright stas, what can i get for you?" the worker asked with zero enthusiasm.
"oh uh, i'm here to apply for a job actually?" which put a smile on the girls face.
"shit okay! here, just fill this out over at one of the tables and hand it back to either me or steve, whoever's at the counter. we're understaffed so it's guaranteed."
"and your name is?" anastasia asked the girl.
"robin buckley." she smiled as anastasia turned around to fill out the application.
anastasia tried to fill it out as quickly as possible, looking at the sticky note that held her new address and number. it had only been about ten minutes but robin had been replaced by a boy with longer brown hair. she had almost missed robin in this moment, and even stalled another few minutes before getting up. she had figured it was steve, who robin had mentioned earlier. she finally had gotten up once the pair of girls he was talking to had left .
"hey, robin told me to leave this with whoever was at the counter so." anastasia told steve as she slide the paper on the counter.
"oh, okay? do you go to hawkins high? never seen you before." he asked anastasia.
"uh, im not sure? i just moved here literally today." she laughed.
"shit! okay, i'm steve harrington, nice to meet you." the boy smiled at her.
"i'm stas rusen, i'll see you around." anastasia waved as she headed out of the small shop.
anastasia could tell whoever steve was, he was known around hawkins. a group of girls smiled and waved at the boy as they walked past the shop while he was already in conversation with another group. robin seemed much more up to her speed.
you seemed nice to me, but it was like a façade. i wasn't sure how to feel about you just yet. but i didn't think i liked you.
she decided to purely walk around the mall, looking in a few stores until another girl her age walked up to her. she was getting tired of talking to people she didn't know; she really wanted to go home.
"who are you?" the girl asked her without hesitation, but not necessarily rudely.
"uh stas rusen? and you are?"
"like as in finn rusen? i didn't know he had a daughter! why have i not seen you at hawkins?"
"no no, he has a sister. i'm his niece. my mom and i just moved here from chicago." anastasia said, feeling awfully uncomfortable about telling people who she was. it wasn't a bad thing, but it became quickly obvious that this was a town everyone knew each other in. and that wasn't exactly up anastasia's alley.
"oh okay, that like totally makes more sense. you know you should come to my party this weekend. my parents like aren't gonna be home and so many people are gonna be there!" the girl told her ecstatically.
"i'm sorry, what's your name?"
"tina, here just call my number before friday to let me know if you're coming. you seem totally cute!" she handed her a small note with a number on it before she turned away.
all anastasia could think about was how weird and open everyone seemed to be here. she missed chicago especially right now, no one talked to anyone unless they absolutely had to. and it was a lot easier to ignore the people who tried to talk.
anastasia had found her mother and uncle still in home goods checking out. her uncle looked extremely unhappy while holding a few large bags in his hands.
the trip headed back to anastasia and her mothers new house, giving a quick goodbye to her uncle who was going back to his place.
"so did you find anything? anywhere catch your eye?" her mother asked her while the pair unpacked the home goods bags.
"i mean, i guess. this one place, scoops ahoy, seems like it has cool people to work with. the girl told me they're understaffed so i'm guaranteed to get the job."
"that's great stassie! any boys there?" her mom smiled while nudging her shoulder.
"not any good enough for me" anastasia laughed; her mind thinking back to steve for a moment.
"you're gonna have a good year stas, don't let any of this hold you back." her mom said more soft-spoken.
"i know, it just kind of sucks you know."
"yeah i do, go get some sleep you've had a long day. i love you."
"i love you too mom" anastasia said while hugging her before heading upstairs into her room.
the movers had moved her furniture into her room, which she was incredibly thankful to lie on her bed. she stared at the plain walls except for a record which was her favorite album, rio by duran duran. she smiled at it.
anastasia thought back to her short, but what felt long, hours at the mall. her conversation with robin, tina, and steve flashing through her mind.
she groaned at the thought of being in hawkins for the foreseeable future, life was anything but the same here. she missed her old friends, her old house, her old school, her other mom. she had gotten up and stood above her phone; ready to dial her other mother before she heard an engine run down the road.
anastasia's curiosity led her to one of her windows and watched the car pull into a driveway at the end of the cul-de-sac. it was a red bmw 733i, she could recognize it anywhere. it was the same model as her ex-boyfriends old car. anastasia's mouth slightly gaped as she watched a familiar boy get out of the car in a familiar uniform.
anastasia wanted to punch herself in the face realizing whoever steve harrington was, he was her neighbor.
#fanfic#angst#steve harrington season 3#steve harrington hc#steve harrington#steve harrington fic#steve#harrington#steve harrington x original character#steve harrington x oc#stranger things steve#stranger things#strangers to lovers#strangers to friends#friends to lovers#expect they're definitely not always gonna be lovers i love heartbreak
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The Crown - Steve Harrington
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dedicated to @high-functioning-fangirl02 <3
You’d give your life to protect these kids.
These kids you’ve known since you started babysitting them in the sixth grade. Back when Mrs Henderson hired you to watch Dustin. Which essentially meant that you’d watch all of them. But that was alright, over the past seven years of being their designated babysitter, you’d grown to love them all.
Mike Wheeler, the snarky little love-struck shit that you spent grieving with since losing Eleven. Lucas Sinclair, the sweet boy with the occasional attitude whom you helped construct his Ghostbusters costume. Will Byers, the full time sweetheart that made you cookies for Valentine’s Day after hearing you complain about being dateless. And of course Dustin, cute little button nosed Dusty with a trash mouthing tendency, whom looked up to you like a role model.
Hell, you were their role model. Driving them to and from school, covering for them on late nights so they could finish their D&D tournaments. Fiercely protecting them a year ago when Hawkins was Demogorgon infested. Standing up for them when you’d see some upperclassmen picking on them.
Those who dared glance the wrong way towards The Party in your presence, were rumored to run home crying with a bleeding nose and terrified shriek. You never put down the rumors… because maybe it had happened once or twice…
Over time The Party was no longer just a band of middle schoolers. It had opened up to their babysitter, being you, a senior girl who had not many other friends. Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, which the boys always claimed was strictly because of family relations. Not because Dustin was still harbouring a crush for Mike’s older sister. The town Sheriff, Jim Hopper, who’d proved himself not to be an asshole, and turned out an alright guy. Joyce Byers, whom you loved like a mother and whom treated you like her own daughter. You’d frequently been titled ‘the daughter she wished to have had’ which always raised a snarky response from her sons. Maxine (just Max. Never Maxine) Hargrove, a high spirited and not your typical girl that you grew fond of easily. Especially since she was nothing like her big brother.
And then there was Steve Harrington. Who… really just was at the wrong place at the wrong time and ended up getting roped into the mess that Hawkins Lab had created. King Steve, as you’d known him before you’d officially met last year by fluke accident, was always the popular boy that had a pretty girl hanging off his arm. You weren’t sure why that changed so quickly, why he didn’t put himself out there as much as he used to, didn’t party hard anymore, wasn’t bragging about the new girl he was with that week like he was known for. Maybe that day, when he walked into the Wheeler’s house right as you Nancy and Jonathan were awaiting the Demogorgon’s arrival, maybe he changed then.
Or maybe it was after he’d been sucked into… whatever this all was… and he changed to keep the secret. Or maybe it was after Nancy had broken up with him, around the same time he started growing closer to Dustin.
But right now as you watched him directing the kids, you were more aware that he wasn’t King Steve anymore, that you had been before. Sure, you’d realized somewhere along the way he was different. But it wasn’t until now that you noticed it completely as it was.
“No listen you little shits, no one, is going anywhere” Steve ordered, holding a wash rag in his hand and pointing it between each of the boys, and girl, that stood in front of him.
“Friggin’ pointless just staying here” Dustin grumbled, walking out of the room whilst still muttering. Mike groaned loudly, dramatically, and left to the living room with Max and Lucas. You knew that he was still plotting you get out there tonight. Consequences and dangers be damned.
You looked to Steve with a sigh, a lazy smile on your lips as you walked past him to go after Dustin. He watched you go, letting out a breath as well as he put his hands on his hips and standing alone in the hall with his thoughts.
He’d give his life to protect these kids.
“Dusty?” You called gently as you walked into the kitchen, seeing Dustin sitting on the floor against the dishwasher. Your brows furrowed as you sat across from him by the cabinets. “You alright kiddo?”
“Would I be sitting in here brooding if I was?” He quipped, though you knew he meant well.
“Sweetheart you’re too adorable to be a brooder” You laughed softly, pulling your knees up slightly. “A pouter maybe, but not a brooder”
“Thanks y/n” He responded dryly. You rolled your eyes in response to his sarcasm.
“Come on kid, open up a little. It’s me” Your words were soft, which did prompt Dustin to consider explaining to you his thoughts. “Please? If we make it out of this alive I’ll take you to the arcade. I’ve got a big jar full of quarters I’ve saved up-”
“Okay okay I’ll take the bribe” Dustin caved with a laugh that made your mood lighten. “Look it’s gonna sound lame and cheesy but… everyone else is helping. Jonathan and Nance and Mrs Byers and Hopper and Elle, but what am I doing?”
“You’re staying safe” Your answer came out instantly, but it didn’t seem to be the one the boy was looking for.
“No I’m not, I’m sitting on the sidelines, watching everyone else go be heroes and getting hurt. I’m not doing a damn thing!”
“Hey” You hummed softly, and scooted over closer to put your head on his shoulder. “You’re a hero Dustin. Don’t tell yourself any differently. All of you are, Mike too, and Lucas, and Max, and-”
“Steve?” Dustin offered, and you nodded, looking at him confusedly by the strange tone of voice he used.
“Of course, why’re you looking at me like that?”
“No reason” Dustin shrugged nonchalantly, brushing off the uncomfortable air between you both.
“Alright well, you should believe me” You continued. “Even if you don’t think so, you’re all my heroes, got it Henderson?” The boy smiled and nodded, prompting you to push the cap of his hat down playfully before he could get up and leave the room.
“Mike’s probably still planning his attack” He told you, but you shrugged and waved a hand.
“Let him plot and brood” You said, and Dustin’s mouth fell open.
“How come Mike can brood but I can’t?” You rolled your eyes, still waving your hand for him to get out of here.
“Just go plot with him, I know you’re itching to” You said, and he grinned wide at you, glad you were letting him go plan their escape and attack.
“Thanks y/n!” He called, already racing out of the room. “You’re the best!” You laughed, shaking your head as you stood back up and dusted off the pants of your overalls. Steve came in a few moments later, watching you almost suspiciously.
“What?” You questioned, and he shrugged, shaking his head.
“Nothing. Just wondering why you’re permitting them to conspire against us” He said.
“They’re not conspiring, they’re just discussing. No harm in that”
“Um, every harm in that. As in all of us, being harmed, because of that” He said, but you didn’t really seem to care what he thought about it.
“They’re fine, we’re all fine, don’t freak out so much mom” You said, walking out towards the kids and seeing them all circled up and discussing their big plan.
“I’m not a mom” Steve argued, and you chuckled, turning to see him, his dish rag on his shoulder, hands on hips. It only made you laugh more.
“Mhm, alright. Well then what would you call yourself?” You replied sarcastically, nodding towards his own stance, and making Steve second guess himself.
“This- you-! Alright whatever just stay away from the windows and go be safe somewhere” He muttered, walking into the living room where the kids were. You rolled your eyes again, but couldn’t help the smile on your lips.
Perhaps, you thought, King Steve was the king of something else now.
You watched as he was waving his rag at the kids again, yelling at them for plotting behind his back, and reminding them that no one was going anywhere. But even as Dustin pouted, Steve was rubbing his hand over the thirteen year old’s head. Almost soothingly, like he felt bad for ending their little meeting.
“What a mom” You mumbled, and headed back into the kitchen for something to eat.
You used to resent Steve, back when he was the king of school and didn’t care about anything more than he cared about his popularity and his hair. Back when he didn’t give a shit about pretty much anything. And looking at him now and seeing him watch over these kids, you could physically feel your heart swelling. If that isn’t character development, you weren’t sure what was.
You weren’t sure why it made you feel so bubbly either.
“Listen runts, we’re staying here, we’re staying safe, and we’re not dying!” Steve said, for what felt like the fifth time. But Mike kept arguing back at him.
“Everyone else is out there!”
“Everyone else knows how to fight all that shit!” Steve retorted. “We are staying, here” He repeated slowly, waving his rag between each word. “You got that?”
“You’re just saying that cause y/n��s here. If she wasn’t here, we’d all be getting in your car and going!” Lucas spoke up. Your brows furrowed at that.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, ignoring your search for food and now strutting into the room where everyone else was. “Am I dragging you down?” You asked, almost sarcastic, but wondering what he’d actually meant by his announcement. Were you dragging them down?
“No, Steve would just protect your ass over our asses” Max shrugged, and the others nodded.
“What the hell? Everyone here is protecting their own asses, I’m not getting killed for a bunch of kids!” Steve said, making flustered and jerky movements. You brushed off their newly sprung argument over where Steve’s bat is swinging and who it’s swinging for.
Apparently, The Party was certain that he’d die for you, rather die for them. But you didn’t care much about what they thought. They’d always thought that you and Steve were meant to be some power couple, but you supposed it was just cause you were the same age and the kids only ever saw you two together. There was no real evidence (as far as they showed) towards the ‘chemistry’ you and Steve supposedly had.
You wandered to the window, curiously looking out it with your arms wrapped around yourself.
“Will you just shut up?” Mike’s yelling made you jump a little, and you turned to see your friends all still arguing with each other. You smiled slightly, meeting Steve’s eyes as he gave you a bored look. You just laughed a little bit back at him. Steve’s expression softened into a small smile. Your face flushed with heat, and you nervously turned away from him to look back out the window again.
A light blinded you almost instantly, making you squint your eyes and put a hand over them to try and clear your vision.
“What the hell?” You muttered, leaning closer to the glass to see what was going on. Headlights, there was a car here. Someone was here. “Steve?” You called, not turning away from the window. He came over right away, looking outside to see a familiar Camaro parked in the driveway.
“Shit” He grumbled, walking towards the front door.
“What- where are you going? Who is it?” You asked, following quickly after him, but Steve quickly turned to make you stay back.
“Just stay in here-”
“Sinclair!” A voice hollered from outside, and you jumped, eyes widening as you recognized it. “I know you’re in there!”
“Billy?” You whispered to Steve, who nodded. You stepped backwards, eyes never leaving Steve’s. “What’s he doing here?” Your voice was quiet.
Billy Hargrove, was the most vile, horrible person you’d ever met. And his wicked ways of bending people to his will, shook you intensely to your core. It was no secret to the others that Billy not only terrified you, but would seductively torture you every day. Sure, you’d been picked on before, but this was different. Every day he’d come to you, hoping to get something out of you, just to mess with you.
“Come on babe, a little kiss, just a little one, we can discuss the rest later”
“You don’t want to get a ride home with me and have some fun?”
“When’re you finally gonna give this up and just put out?”
You shuddered slightly, practically feeling his hot breath against your skin just thinking about the things he’s said to you. Stopping you in the hallways, finding you at your locker, approaching you while you waited at Steve’s car for a ride home.
“I know you’re in there you little pig! Come out here or I’ll have to go in!” His voice was dangerous, threatening. And you felt a legitimate fear for your life, and the kids’.
“It’s fine, you’re fine, I promise” Steve said quietly, out of earshot of the others. “All of you stay here, stay away from the windows” He ordered, giving you one last look before you turned and went to The Party. They needed you right now, all huddled around Lucas and Max to make sure if Billy were to look inside, he wouldn’t see them.
“Come on guys” You said softly, ushering them as far away from the window as you could. Steve, on the other hand, opened the door and stepped outside.
Instead of hiding in a room, completely out of sight of the maniac, you all ducked under the windowsill to see what was happening.
“Am I dreaming or is that really you Harrington?” You felt your entire body quivering upon hearing Billy’s voice. Dustin, who was crouched next to you, turned and gave you a worried look, but your eyes were dead set on the outside.
“Yeah it’s me, don’t cream your pants” Steve responded, walking out towards him as he pulled off his leather jacket.
“What’re you doing here amigo?” Billy asked, the cigarette hanging off his lips moving as he spoke.
“I could ask you the same thing” Steve responded, void of emotion. “Amigo”
“Lookin’ for my step sister. Little birdie told me she was here”
“Huh, that’s weird I don’t know her” Steve lied easily, and convincingly. You prayed to God that Billy believed him.
“Small? Redhead?” Billy replied disbelievingly. “Bit of a bitch?”
“Ashole” Max muttered to herself inside.
“Doesn’t ring a bell, sorry buddy” Steve replied, still not sounding like he cared even an inkling. Billy nodded, taking out his cigarette.
“You know… I don’t how this, this whole situation Harrington is um.., it’s giving me the heebie jeebies” Billy said, looking at Steve a little more threateningly.
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
“My thirteen year old sister goes missing all day, and then I find her with you” Billy pointed accusatory hands towards Steve, giving him a disgusted look. “In a strangers house” He continued. “And you lie to me about it” Steve chuckled bitterly, shaking his head and looking away for a moment.
“Yeah, maybe you were dropped too much as a child or what” Steve said snarkily. But Billy just grinned his twisted grin and licked his tongue over the front of his teeth. “I don’t know what you don’t understand about what I just said”
You felt a chill go down your spine as Steve’s protectiveness took over his tone. Dustin beside you mumbling a quiet, “Holy shit”
“She’s not here” Steve said carefully. Billy nodded, looking pointedly towards the window where you and The Party were all huddled and looking out of.
“Then who’s that?” He asked, pointing his cigarette towards his sister.
“Down!” You hissed, and the five of you dropped to the floor so fast you all groaned from the impact of the floor.
“Shit!” Dustin cursed. “Did he see us?”
“Oh shit” Steve grumbled. “Okay listen-” Billy pushed him to the ground before he could explain anything. The boy kicked him, before storming up into the house.
“Well well well” Billy smirked, seeing you and The Party standing there together, you in front of all of them. “y/n l/n, what a lovely little surprise” You grimaced, but he didn’t seem to care. “And Lucas Sinclair, not so much a surprise at all” You moved over more in front of Lucas, who’s hands grabbed onto your arm out of fear. “I thought I told you to stay away from him Max”
“Billy, go away” Max retorted, but her voice wavered.
“You disobeyed me” Billy leaned over his step sister tauntingly. “And you know what happens when you disobey me” He added in a hushed, volatile voice.
“Billy-”
“I break things” He uttered, before pushing you aside, crashing your body into the wall. Before slamming Lucas up against the cupboards.
“Billy stop!” Max and the others began to yell, Dustin rushing over to help you up, but you were already standing up on your own.
“Get off of me!” Lucas cried.
“Since Maxine won’t listen to me, maybe you will” Billy muttered. “You stay away from her. Stay-! Away from her” He yelled awkwardly. “Do you hear me?”
“I said get off me!” Lucas screamed again, followed by a knee between Billy’s legs. You gasped, feeling a moment of pride as Billy stumbled back and released him.
“You are so dead Sinclair!” Billy hollered. “You’re dead-”
“No” Steve grabbed Billy by the shoulder, spinning him around roughly. “You are” And with that he swung his fist and planted it hard enough against Billy’s jaw to make him topple over.
“Steve!” You yelped out of surprise. He looked at you for a moment, nodding in reassurance as he shook out his hand. It’d been a while since he’d hit anybody. Billy stood back up, laughing menacingly. “You’re a fucking psycho!” You screeched before you could stop yourself.
“Looks like you got some fire in you after all huh!?” He yelled at Steve. “I’ve been waiting to meet this King Steve everybody’s been telling me so much about” He stepped closer to Steve, glaring at him.
“Get out” Steve muttered, pushing Billy’s chest lightly to move him away from him. Billy stepped back and stood there for a moment. And after a few seconds passed you were certain that he was going to stay back.
Until he swung swiftly at Steve, but missed as Steve ducked just in time. You gasped, clapping your hands over your mouth in terror. Steve stood back up and swung his fist again, hitting Billy and making him stumble again.
“Yes! Get him Steve!” Dustin cheered, and the others began to as well. You couldn’t find yourself to say anything, just wince every time a punch was made. Steve hit him two more times, and Billy ran into the kitchen sink. Leaning back and wincing in pain.
“Kill him! Kill him!” Mike was yelling. But Billy grabbed a plate of the counter, smashing it over Steve’s head, and making him fall to the ground.
“Steve!” You screamed now, taking long strides to get over to him, only to be pushed away by Billy. Who hit Steve as soon as he stood up again. He grabbed Steve by the shoulders, staring him down.
“No one. Tells me what to do” He muttered angrily, and threw his head forward hard into Steve’s knocking him down again.
“Fucking hell” You mumbled, tears beginning to prick your eyes in fear that Billy was actually going to kill Steve. The mullet wearing psycho leapt onto Steve, pinning him down and swinging punch after punch against his face.
“Stop it!” Mike yelled at the top of his lungs, but it did nothing to end Billy’s attack.
“Steve!” Dustin hollered.
You stood frozen, every scene in front of you soundless, and moving slowly. You could only feel your heart in your chest, sending you into an anxiety attack, you were sure. But it barely mattered to you in that moment. You turned away, and your eyes landed on something.
The syringe used on Will earlier.
Sleep… put him to sleep… your thoughts were broken as you reached for it, looking at it in your hands for a few seconds, before stepping forward and slamming the needle into Billy’s neck without a hesitation. Mike and Dustin gasped, standing back. Everyone’s eyes stuck on the syringe hanging out of BIlly’s neck now. A disgust filling them up at the sight.
“Shit y/n” Dustin mumbled, his hand covering his mouth to stop vomit from flowing.
Billy stood up, wobbling slightly as he turned to look at you. He pulled the needle out of his neck, vision beginning to fail. “The hell is this?” He asked, trying to step towards you threateningly, but he was wobbling so much you didn’t even move. No longer afraid of him.
“You’re fucking done Hargrove” You muttered, and before thinking twice to second guess yourself, punching him across the jaw, and sending him back on his ass. Billy groaned, staying down where he’d fallen against the couch.
“Shit what did you do” He mumbled, growing dizzy from the mix of drug and pain.
A few moments later he completely passed out.
“Fuck” You hissed in pain, putting your bruising knuckles against your mouth. You didn’t think punching someone would hurt so damn much.
“y/n holy shit”
“Are you okay?”
“That was badass!”
The Party was fussing and cheering for you, but you didn’t respond, kneeling down by Steve next and counting up all the cuts and bruises he was beginning to sport. He was unconscious, that was for sure. But he’d be in for a world of hurt when he woke up.
“Come on, help me get him back to Jon’s bed” You called to the kids.
It was difficult moving him, but after ten minutes you’d managed to get him into Jonathan’s room to lie on the bed there. You were sat next to him, a cold wet rag in your hand, and the open first aid kit on the ground. It took you awhile to clean off all the blood and apply bandages where you thought they were necessary. There was a frozen bag of peas you’d put over one of his eyes to stop the swelling, but so far it still looked pretty bad.
The Party had sat with you for what felt like a long time before you told them to go back to the living room and wait for the others to return home. Dustin put up a small fight about it, but eventually gave in and listened to your order. And now it was just you kneeling on the ground by Steve, watching over him carefully. Making sure he was breathing okay, and that nothing would begin to bleed again.
“Well King Steve, you got quite the ass kicking” You mumbled, just to yourself. Your fingers placed a few stray hairs on his forehead back into place. “But your crown is still there” You smiled to yourself, fingertips gently brushing his hair.
“y/n?” Your eyes looked back at him as he mumbled, almost incoherently. “What happened?” The poor boy’s eyes weren’t even open.
“You put up a really good fight” You told him softly. He winced, the pain probably beginning to settle in.
“Did I win?” He groaned, eyes clenching shut momentarily. You bit down on your lip and shook your head, even though he couldn’t see you.
“You put up a really good fight” You repeated yourself, playing with his hair again. Steve sighed, knowing the answer.
“Is he gone?” He asked, eyes finally beginning to flutter open.
“Yeah… yeah he won’t be back any time soon, I’m sure” You answered. Steve looked up at you, smiling down gently at him. He smiled back instantly, and moved his arm to push your hair back, but even at it’s slight movement you winced in pain. “You’re in pretty bad shape” You told him quietly. “But you’ll heal up alright”
“Are you okay?” He asked, and you nodded.
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine” You shrugged slightly. “We’re all really worried about you. Dustin thought you were dead” Steve chuckled painfully, shaking his head a little bit.
“Are they alright? Max and Lucas?”
“Yeah, we’re all good Steve” You hummed with a slight nod. You leaned forward, a little closer to him to check on the eye swelled under the bag of peas. You frowned, seeing the black and blue bruise that only seemed to be spreading.
“I’m alright, don’t fuss so much” Steve said, putting his hand over the bag and pushing it back against his face. Your eyes met his for a moment.
“You’re pretty bruised up Harrington” You sighed, taking the wet rag in your hand and dabbing it gently on his bruised cheek. “There’s not an inch of your face spared”
“It’ll be fine, I’ll heal up”
“Years from now, maybe” You replied sarcastically, and he smiled at you while you carefully pressed the cold cloth to his face.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He murmured, and you looked at him for the briefest of seconds before going back to work. Now is not the time to talk about feelings, you thought to yourself.
“Yeah? Go play hero some more and you’ll never see anything again” You told him, and he shrugged slightly, not having a response to that.
“I just wanted to remind you. In case you haven’t been told in a while” He said. You bit on the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling too much. You looked down at him, your eyes softening slightly.
You leaned over closer to him, pausing for a moment before pressing your lips lightly against his. It was a chaste kiss, only lasting a few seconds as you didn’t want to hurt him anymore than he already was. When you pulled back, you smiled nervously at him, and he only smiled back at you.
“You’re lucky you didn’t die Harrington” You said, and got right back to work on pressing the rag to his wounds.
“That I am” He replied cheekily.
You giggled softly, smiling down at him and wondering just when he’d changed so much.
You knew he’d give his life for these kids too, just like you would.
love me some babysitter steve
xoxo ~ jordie
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hiiiiiii :D
i’m going to give you both a harringrove and a kegboys thing
harringrove: the mindflayer didn’t kill billy and billy spent months recovering. when he was let out he didn’t speak to people. but steve was the only one capable of holding onto the patience enough for billy to eventually start talking to him. billy gets a job at a slow business convenient store/gas station. and steve meets him to have lunch together outside in the back every day.
kegboys: steve had a pine tree at the front of his house with a yellow ribbon for barb. and one year billy cuts it down without knowing about its significance. steve eventually finds out what happened and tommy had to take him to the other room before telling billy what he’d done. they spend the day making steve feel better by getting a brand new tree and retying a ribbon even bigger than before.
oooooh these are both so good.
Harringrove: I think that, especially after Steve's whole fiasco with the Russians, he doesn't mind the quietness that comes with Billy. Doesn't mind waiting for him to speak because Steve himself does't really know what he would even say.
Steve's parents, after his 18th birthday, pretty much never came home. They had like seven other houses elsewhere and Steve was his own functioning adult, so they, frankly, didn't give two shits. So Billy stays with him. Plus, Steve's got no job after the mall burned down and his parents are still paying for the house and everything, it's not like it's much of an issue.
They bond in a silent way. Billy can't talk. Like physically, for the first three-ish months, can't get his voice to come out in any understandable fashion, as having a tentacle forced down his throat pretty much ripped at every bit of skin there.
But they communicate. Steve is used to his lonely life in a mansion and just appreciates another body being there that makes it not so lonely.
They function around each other. Whoever gets up first makes the coffee, whoever goes to sleep last turns the main lights off. Whoever opens the clean dishwasher has to empty it and whoever tracks the most snowy footprints in has to mop next.
The first time Billy really talks to Steve is after a nightmare. But not from Billy (he's become really good at controlling how loud his whimpers and crying can get, even asleep [fuk u neil🖕]). Steve is pretty much screaming bloody murder in his sleep and Billy can barely get up the tall staircase as it is, but mixed with sleep and his rush, he slips a few times trying to get to Steve, thinking something is really wrong.
By the time he bursts into Steve’s room, Steve is sitting straight up in bed staring at the blurry light while trying to catch his breath. Billy cautiously walks up to him, flips on a lamp light so there wouldn’t be any in-the-dark scares for Steve, and sits across from him on the edge of the bed.
Steve ultimately just collapses into Billy’s chest and sobs and sobs and sobs until he’s got it all out and the only thing that can be heard are Steve’s unsteady breaths and Billy’s reassurances. It’s the softest Steve thinks he’s ever heard Billy speak to anyone.
Steve starts sleeping in the guest room downstairs with Billy after another incident when he starts screaming occurs because it wears Billy down a lot to battle the stairs (his muscles are worn thin and he has very little strength these days). Steve stirs in his sleep but hasn’t panicked like that since he started cuddling with Billy.
Joyce eventually pulls some strings and gets Billy a job at Melvald's (small town business start picking up after Starcourt burning down) where he can just sit in a chair at the front and check people out. Occasionally she’ll have him stock small things like keychains or the snacks at checkout.
Steve visits most days during Billy’s break time. Brings take out from Benny’s or leftovers that Mrs. Henderson insisted on dropping off every other week because the boys “needed good, homemade food that they wouldn’t make for themselves.”
Billy has never felt more taken care of in his life and enjoys the gentle breeze when he and Steve chat behind Melvald’s and eat, sharing what’s happened during the few hours they’d spent apart or discussing what their weekend plans would be. Maybe what they were hungry for for dinner that night.
One day, when they’re eating a tuna casserole straight out of the Tupperware Mrs. Henderson had put it in, a stray cat comes and kneads gently at Billy’s thigh, over his jeans, and he puts a bit of the casserole on a napkin for the small kitty.
It becomes a routine and eventually he brings out a can of cat food from the store to feed the cat when he takes his breaks. They call her Melly (after Melvald’s, of course) and eventually she finds a way to sneak into the Camaro and becomes a full-fledged, sassy, rude house cat that has to sleep in the bed with the boys every night or she will scream her little cat scream and scratch at the door until they let her in.
Kegboys: (ok I tweaked this just a tad bc I couldn’t find a reason for billy to just chop down a random tree) Steve planted the tree after she’d passed away. He didn’t know how to feel about it. He felt awful, of course. He goaded her into drinking with them just because he wanted Nancy and look where that got him. He basically killed a girl and he lost his girlfriend.
He plants this tree, it’s thin and just taller than he is, but every year, after winter ends and plants bloom again, he ties a beautiful yellow bow around the thickest branch near the trunk. He looks at it every morning through the window, the small pine tree at the end of the driveway.
Only Tommy was there that night, the night a few weeks after it had all “ended” (the first time) and Steve breaks down. Sobs like he never has before, talking in fragmented sentences about how he’s to blame, he killed Barb out of teenage ignorance and because he wanted to have sex with Nancy Wheeler. What a fuckin’ waste.
Tommy is actually the one who suggests they plant the tree in the first place, a life now gone for a life yet to live. Steve takes care of that tree like if it died, he would too.
Steve ties a ribbon on it the first year. Tommy adds a second the next year.
Nobody else really cares. It’s a tree, not a giant portrait of the girl, for crying out loud. Nobody says anything about the bow that gets put on the tree because nobody would put together that the tree represented Barb, it’s just a tree to everyone else.
Billy wasn’t around for the beginning. He knew that a girl close to Nancy and Steve had died, sure, but he hadn’t known that it was in Steve’s pool and he never knew about the pine tree that grew at the top of the driveway.
There was a storm, a big one right at the tail end of summer, one that ripped up plants and trees and shingles off of houses, flooded the ditches and low points in the town.
Billy takes it upon himself to try and fix the Harrington’s trashed yard once the storms let up. He rakes away all the pine straw that had descended and piles up all the large branches and debris. There’s a tree, the pine tree that usually stands tall at the end of the driveway, that was severed at the base, only a mere three or four feet still protruding from the ground, the rest split and resting, half connected, on the ground.
Billy breaks off the part that was already off, puts it in the pile with the rest of the debris.
The stump stays at the end of the driveway and Billy goes inside, walks up to Steve and Tommy in the living room after washing his hands and grabbing some water. Tells them that he straightened up the yard.
“And that tree at the end was broken, so I picked off the part left hanging and put it on the fire pile. I figure we can find something else to plant in it later this week or--”
He’s cut off by Steve jumping off the couch and running out of the front door. He stands a few feet away from the stump left over and falls, bare knees hitting the still damp and muddy ground as he shows no other reaction.
Tommy’s right behind him, holds his shoulders from behind as he stares at the tree. Billy, from behind Tommy, doesn’t ask a question but stares confusedly at the boys who seem distraught by the disappearance of a seemingly meaningless tree.
Gentle coaxing, “C’mon, Steve. It’s alright, it’ll grow back and we can buy more ribbon, I promise, but you have to come inside, you’re all muddy,” from Tommy convinced Steve to come inside.
With no care for how his mother would react to her perfectly white rug being ruined by the dirt, Steve trudges through and eventually lays on the couch, cradling a pillow to his chest while Tommy promises to make him something warm to drink.
He beckons Billy into the kitchen with him as he puts the kettle on the burner, enough water for all three of them to have tea, and turns to Billy.
“Why’s he so upset about a tree?” Billy didn’t mean for it to sound harsh or inconsiderate, he was just curious why Steve seemed so distraught over a pine tree that was nowhere near as tall as the ones that were around the house.
“Ok, so, you know Barb, the girl that died here?”
“She died here!?”
“You didn’t know?”
“Well nobody talks about it, how was I supposed to know?”
“You should--Nevermind, anyway, she died here because of the whole other-world-monster-guy and Steve blamed himself for it, for, like, ever,” Tommy rested his elbows on the counter, “So, when he finally told me about it, we wanted to do something for her, like a memorial thing, anyway, we decided on a tree and he always ties the yellow ribbon around it and he takes care of it like it’s a child, but it’s gone so--”
“--He feels like he let her die again. Like it was his fault,” Billy concludes.
“Yeah,” Tommy assures before turning to the cupboards and pulling down three mugs, pouring the hot water in before placing tea bags in each.
“I mean, is there anything we can do? I feel awful, but the tree was already snapped, I couldn’t have like mended it or anything. I swear it wasn’t intentional,”
“You wouldn’t have known, it’s not your fault. I think Steve just feel a little out of his own mind at the moment, like he lost the hold he had on her. I really don’t know,”
Billy and Tommy stayed on the couch with Steve that day, they just rested and drank tea, listen to soft music on the radio, and took care of the droopy brunet.
They didn’t replace the tree. They let the old one stay and made sure to take excellent care of it. They’d tie three ribbons on the tree every year, made sure they were tied tightly, the tree growing faster and more prosperous than before, and Steve was better.
He realized that sometimes you have to get cut down before you can really unveil your true potential, that a little extra love can do wonders.
#idk if the last one is really what you wanted but it was kinda all I could come up with#harringrove#kegboys#keg boys#Steve harrington#Tommy h#Tommy Hagan#billy hargrove#stranger things#mediocre—writing#mw harringrove
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Fly With Me (Steve Harrington x platonic!reader)
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Summary: There is a new girl at Hawkins High School and Steve couldn’t help but become very intrigued.
Pairing: Steve Harrington x platonic!reader
Title Reference: Fly With Me x Jonas Brothers
Word Count: 1.2k words
Warning: swearing, mention of bullying
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Steve pov;
Summer had ended and it was my last first day of high school. I've been looking forward to senior year the entire summer break, mostly because I was ready to leave Hawkins High.
Little did I know that I'd be looking forward to more this year.
It started like every other typical day. Meeting Robin at my locker while she spoke her sarcasm of the day. Some random couple being touchy with each other in the corner.
Then I saw her enter the front door.
She wasn't anyone I've seen before but she had a beautiful smile on her face. She greeted everyone in the hallway as if she'd known them from before.
The new girl didn't have "the obnoxious popular girl" vibe either. I could already tell she was liked by many, probably made some friends over the summer as she moved to a new neighborhood.
I wish that I'd saw her over the summer, that way I could've tried to become friends with her. It was just something about her presence that made me drawn to her.
'What are you staring at?' Robin nudged me on my sides, then looking at the direction I had my eyes on. 'Ah, pretty girl.'
'No, it's not like that.' She was a beautiful girl, I wasn't going to lie but reason for me being intrigued wasn't that. I wasn't quite sure yet but I felt drawn to her. 'She's just...'
Robin's brow raised, watching me stutter my words. 'Yeah Steve. She's just.'
'Whatever.' I rolled my eyes, walking away from my locker after grabbing my notebook and textbook. 'It's just something about her I can't grasp.'
'Well, when you find out let me know.' Robin waved, going the opposite direction.
I continued to walk towards my first class of the day with my new schedule in one hand. As I approached English class, I saw Billy messing with one of the kids I knew from my class from last year.
Ignoring all that was happening, I turned into my classroom and sat on the first seat I saw. By the window, where I can gaze the outdoors, counting down the days when I can finally get out of here for good.
'Did y'all see that?' Carl from my Algebra class from last year came barging in, talking to his friends that were in my new English class. 'That new girl totally told Billy off!'
'Oh that pretty one from the mall?' Charles stood up, following Carl into the hallway as they chattered about the rest of the way out.
It was a complete surprise, knowing that the new girl stood up to Billy. Maybe I should've stayed out in the hallway for a little bit longer, that would've been great to watch.
I couldn't help but have a grin on my face, for having Billy put in his place after practically running over so many kids that didn't deserve his bullshit. My day was already starting very well and the day barely started yet.
Then there she was, entering the classroom with couple of books in one hand. She looked around then met her eyes with mine. My heart skipped a beat a little, feeling my cheeks turning red from shyness.
She approached me with a smile on her face, taking a seat right next to me. 'Hi, this is Mr. Perkin's class right?'
'Ah. Yeah, yeah. English 12.' I tried smiling back. 'You're new here right? I've never seen you around.'
'Just moved in last month. My name's Y/N.'
'I'm Steve.' I was nervous talking to her, it was worse because I wanted to continue speaking to her but I didn't know what else to say. 'I've heard what you did with Billy. That's impressive.'
Mentally rolling my eyes at myself, I knew that was so stupid. I didn't want to mess up my chance of being friends with her.
But it didn't matter to her, she was kind enough to talk to me. 'I didn't do anything, just talked to him in a way he probably wanted to get approached.'
'Which was what?'
'He probably just needs a friend, you know?'
I watched her take her things from her backpack, I hope I didn't look stupid or desperate. Y/N was a mystery, really hard to read what was on her mind or what she thought about this place, or even what her first impression was of me.
'Er, do you want to eat lunch with me and my friend today?' I blurted out, hoping that she'd take my offer.
'Sure, that'll be great.' She agreed without hesitation. I just grinned, trying to hide my huge excitement so I wouldn't scare her off. 'I'll totally meet you at the cafeteria.'
The whole morning I was excited, lunch was all I ever thought of the entire English class and the rest of the classes I attended before lunch. I've never looked forward to going into the cafeteria this much since elementary school when they served pizza for lunch.
I was too thrilled, to a point where I skipped going to my lockers and headed straight to the cafeteria. I had all my books and backpack with me, looking for the best seat where Y/N can spot me as soon as she walked in.
After waiting about five minutes, she walked in. Walked in with Robin. I waved at them, thinking of scenarios as to how Robin out of all people were coming into lunch with a girl like Y/N.
'Dude, she's the funniest person I've ever met. No wonder you were drooling over her this morning.' Robin hit my shoulder, beaming as she talked about Y/N.
Shifting my eyes in the opposite direction, I bit my lips, feeling my cheeks getting warmer. 'Okay, I wasn't drooling. I said she seemed like a cool girl.'
Y/N giggled, 'I wish you'd told me Steve was the friend you were talking about. He's the guy I was talking about that was in my English class.'
Robin's eyes widened, started laughing as she remembered something. 'Oh, ha! That makes sense now. Hilarious, Y/N.'
Quickly, I turned to Y/N. 'Wh-what?! What did you say about me?'
Y/N looked over at Robin, their eyes meeting and once again chuckling amongst each other. They both said in sync, 'Nothing.'
'Ah great. You got Y/N against me already. Great tactic really.'
Robin grinned, 'Yup. She's gonna be my best friend. Already replaced you for my number one favorite on my phone.'
'Wow, I'm flattered.' Y/N said.
'I bet I wasn't even in the number one.'
'You're right, Dustin was.'
The two continued to giggle, passing by as they left to get their lunch trays. I smiled, watching Robin and Y/N talking and already getting along.
Maybe that's was it was; the reason why deep in my heart I felt like I needed to talk to Y/N. She was my soulmate that I was supposed to meet, a friendship that was supposed to flourish, someone that I needed.
She was already becoming great friends with Robin, someone that was in my life that I couldn't live without. If that wasn't a sign, I didn't know what was.
And that's when I realized, senior year wasn't going to be so bad. As a matter of fact, it could probably be the best year yet.
#stranger things fic#stranger things one shot#steve harrington oneshot#steve harrington fic#robin buckley x platonic!reader#steve harrington x platonic!reader#steve harrington x reader
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Hook Possum 2/4
Art by @monsdasarah for Harringrove Big Bang!
CHAPTER ONE
After dinner, Jonathan Byers got out his guitar, and started teaching them camp songs. Steve resigned himself to weeks of Kum-ba-ya stuck in his head, but they heard a weird grinding, crunching noise in the distance, and Robin whispered “I think that came from the cemetery,” just to freak everyone out.
“The cemetery?!” a boy yelped, and Jonathan started playing The Bell Witch, because he was just as awful as Robin was.
“Little Betsy, the age of 12/Living in a dream, the first one to scream,” he sang, and Steve groaned into his hands.
“Invisible hands/Leaving their mark in the dark
Night after night/The Bell Witch attacked and attacked
Torturing Betsy/Until a circle was held in candle light.”
The littlest kids started climbing right up on Hook Possum. The air filled with stories of the Bell Witch, and how she could travel, she could be anywhere, and how the bathrooms at Camp Butternut Springs were always cold.
“They’re haunted,” Robin said, and Steve elbowed her, growling.
The bathrooms were always cold, because they were poured cement set in the hill, and the cabins warmer, because they were up the hill where they got some sun, and built of wood. Steve tried to explain it every year, but every year the kids all started running around and shrieking about the goddamn Bell Witch. The littlest kids asked Hook Possum to go with them to the toilets as it got dark.
Even Robin ‘Oh, that’s haunted’ Buckley took mercy, and didn’t tell them the local ghost stories. Yet, anyway, Steve thought. A small mercy.
When Steve found a kid crying outside the bathrooms after playing the mirror game—they stared in and said I hate the Bell Witch, over and over, watching until their faces looked creepy and distorted in the low, flickering light—Steve sat down on the ground and patted his little sobbing shoulder, and sighed.
“Look,” he said, “—there’s only one ghost around here, Hook Possum. Hook Possum is the ghost of possums who get hit by reckless drivers. The Bell Witch isn’t here, because of Hook Possum, okay?”
“I s-saw s-something,” the kid wailed, clinging to Steve’s arm, and Steve pulled his sobbing hanger-on back to the fire.
“Hook Possum’s our local cryptid,” Dustin was saying, and then he had to explain to the younger kids what a cryptid was. “Like Bigfoot,” he said, “—or the Loch Ness Monster. Or the Pope Lick Goat Man.”
“...the what?!” Hook Possum asked, startled, and Dustin’s chest swelled with excitement as his grin widened.
“The Pope Lick Goat Man,” Dustin breathed, “—was originally a farmer, who sacrificed his goats and who knows what else to Satan.”
“Dustin,” Steve sighed, as the story brought more kids around the fire.
“He was reborn as a twisted goat man,” Dustin said over him, because Dustin wouldn’t have any frantic children banging on the door of his cabin at two am. Dustin continued with relish. “He lives under the train trestles of Pope Lick Creek, mimicking the voices of dead loved ones to lure people into the path of the train. There have been so many deaths it’s illegal to go near there,” Dustin whispered, to his rapt audience of a bunch of children who were definitely gonna be too scared to go to the toilets that night, and they’d probably wet their beds.
“Dustin, come on,” Steve groaned.
“The trestle is over 750 feet long, and it’s a 90 foot drop,” Will Byers added, and Steve smacked his face into his hands, because he hadn’t expected that epic betrayal.
“When the train comes, there’s nowhere to go,” Dustin continued, with relish. “It’s said he’s so terrifying people leap to their deaths at the sight of him, even if there’s no oncoming train. Ninety feet down into Pope Lick Creek. That’s like jumping off an eight-story building.”
The kids gasped, and Steve pinched the bridge of his nose as Robin stepped in, grinning evilly.
“He’s been known to jump down from the trestle himself, to attack cars underneath with an axe,” she said.
“Augh!” squeaked one little boy, and the kid Steve had rescued from the Bell Witch mirror game clung tighter to Hook Possum, sniffling.
“Hook Possum has a hook,” Robin told the squeaking kid, once Steve elbowed her hard in the gut, again. The kid did not look reassured. “—and the Goat Man lives in Kentucky, over a hundred miles away.”
“Hook Possum jumps on cars too,” Dustin said cheerfully, and Hook Possum said “Wait, what,” again, as Dustin climbed up on one of the logs around the fire, holding his finger like a hook.
“Hook Possum is the vengeful spirit of possums killed by reckless drivers,” Robin explained—far from helping—and started telling tales of drivers stopping to pick up hitchhikers that turned into massive, man-sized hissing possums in the passenger seat of their car.
“One account is weirder, because the guy was super drunk,” she whispered, leaning in, and the kids listened, riveted. “He picked up a hitchhiker, but when he looked in the backseat, it was just a coat around a fleet of possums,” she said with relish. “They climbed all over him, scratching and biting—”
“I’m a ghost story?” asked Hook Possum, and Steve spun in place to see him half-shadowed in the light of the fire, the flames glinting off his molded teeth, his empty mesh eyes skull-like.
“Uh,” he said, giving an involuntary shudder. “Yeah. Didn’t you know?”
“Don’t let anything get me,” the kid Steve had rescued from the bathroom sobbed, throwing both arms around Hook Possum, and Hook Possum patted their hair.
“I want real ghost stories,” said one of the kids around the fire, and Hook Possum breathed “You don’t think I’m real, kid?” with a little possum-y hiss in his voice, his silvery plastic hook reflecting the firelight, and the kid yelped. “I’m scarier than anything else out there,” he growled, and Steve, in all honesty, had to agree. The kid blinked huge eyes, and Hook Possum patted their head again, clumsily, nearly poking them in the eye as they giggled.
Steve groaned, smiling, and wondered if Hook Possum knew what he was letting himself in for.
That night, he patrolled by a cabin of boys talking about two travellers whose car was attacked by metallic thumps, and sure enough, the kids who’d been playing the mirror game and scaring the shit out of themselves all came and banged on the counsellor cabin door shrieking that they’d seen red lights in the woods, and demanded Hook Possum, who ended up costuming back up in the dark.
Steve helped tie the costume at the back of his neck, and Hook Possum lurched by him to listen to them wail. Steve could hear his confused growling from inside, and wandered out after a while to help.
They spent a weird three-quarters of an hour standing in the humid night heat, making up stories about Hook Possum, and Steve maybe, sleepily, told everyone his limited stock of possum facts three or four times. They eat ticks, the kids started reciting along with him. Their body temperature is too high to carry fleas. Steve could feel Hook Possum laughing against his shoulder.
“Can you sleep hanging from your tail?” one asked, and Hook Possum shook his creepy paper-mache head, shoulders slumped like maybe he really wanted to.
Steve patted his back. “Possums can’t actually do that,” he said, grateful to be reminded of a possum fact he’d forgotten. “They can use it to climb, though.”
“You are not helping,” Hook Possum hissed, as the kids started clamoring for him to climb a tree.
“Sorry,” Steve whispered back, thinking fast. “Uh, possums carry their young on their backs—” he started, and stopped, because that was obviously the wrong thing to say, and Hook Possum yelled as he got dog-piled to the ground.
“Harrington,” he hissed from the ground, and for a second it sounded so familiar Steve paused, frowning vaguely at the lake, until Hook Possum’s yells threatened to wake the whole camp, and Steve had to pick up the top-most flailing child and threaten to throw them all in the water.
“Go back to bed, all of you,” Hook Possum growled, and one of them hugged him.
“Will you walk me to the cabin?” she asked softly, and he sighed, staring—maybe—at Steve.
“Come on, might as well,” Steve told him, and Hook Possum snarled, but let the little girl grab his hook. He then stumbled off the step edge of the boardwalk around the cabin, flailing his arms, and Steve grabbed him by one gross fursuited paw, clicking his flashlight on. Since the little girl had the other one, and the whole horde of them trotted along surrounding Hook Possum, which made it slightly less weird to hold hands with him.
On the way back, Hook Possum was still unsteady, even without a kid yanking on him. Steve tried to keep the flashlight pointed squarely where the guy could see it, but he kept tripping over stuff he couldn’t see in the mask, so Steve kept holding his hand, leaning close to whisper ‘there’s a root in the path,’ and ‘step up here,’ and feeling like he was escorting a drunk date home from a party.
“...didn’t know you were into possums, Harrington,” Hook Possum muttered, laughing a little, and Steve snickered, thinking of the lines he and Robin had decided on if any kids wanted to talk about—about awkward things, like girls kissing girls. He hoped they didn’t—he hoped they all talked to Robin, who seemed much more qualified, but he’d practiced saying ‘I’m honored you trusted me’ in the mirror.
“I’m trusting you with my secret possum...thing,” he said, snorting a laugh. “Aren’t you honored.”
“More nervous,” Hook Possum whispered back, stumbling again. “Don’t take advantage of me out here, Harrington. I’ll play dead, I swear to god. I’ll hiss and bite you.”
“I’d treat you right,” Steve told him, grinning. “Get you ticks to eat or whatever. And carrion.”
“Oh, okay then. Gee. Thanks, man,” Hook Possum laughed, making a gagging noise.
“Eat your ticks, they’re good for you,” Steve commanded, and felt Hook Possum laughing harder.
When they got back to the cabin—finally—everybody else was trying to sleep, so Steve turned Hook Possum around by the shoulders in the dark, taking the hook, and feeling along under the awful mask to untie the suit. He helped lift the creepy mask—the face of it felt warm and damp with breath, and Steve shuddered—and then he tugged on the paws as Hook Possum struggled to extricate himself.
“...you don’t have to help,” he said, but he sounded tired, and Steve squeezed his warm naked shoulder.
“I don’t mind,” he said, and one of the other guys hucked a pillow at them, groaning.
“Get a room,” he mumbled sleepily.
“G’night, Possum,” Steve whispered, snickering again, and Hook Possum shoved him, but Steve was sure he heard a muffled laugh.
The next morning, everybody was kinda subdued, as usual—the kids that weren’t scared were more homesick than they’d realized, the excited kids hadn’t gotten very much sleep, and the kids that believed in ghosts hadn’t gotten any sleep at all, which was about three-quarters of the camp, thanks to Steve’s best friend Robin “That toilet seat is also haunted” Buckley.
It was the first really hot day of the summer, so Robin and Steve took everyone canoeing, and the shallows filled with splashing, giggling, and shrieks. Steve trailed his hands in the water, climbing in and out of the canoe at every opportunity to pick kids up so they wouldn’t overturn the boat. In the middle of the chaos that afternoon, when the kids were mostly too exhausted to row and too full of lunch to swim, but it was too damn hot to want to get out of the water, Hook Possum stalked by, wading straight into the lake, twenty, thirty feet out up to his chin, and just stood there, staring, smoke wafting from his mesh eyes.
After a few minutes of watching the floating, smoking possum head, Steve stuck his paddle in the water to bring himself to a splashing halt—the kids in the canoe yelped and squealed—and then he shouted paddling orders until they came up alongside the creepy apparition sticking out of the water like a malevolent buoy.
“Ho there,” Steve said, responsibly, “—non-invasive, helpful local wildlife! Are you in need of assistance?”
Hook Possum coughed, choking, and then growled, shaking his long papier-mache snout. “Temporary insanity,” he groaned. “Jesus. Even the water is warm.”
“Better than sitting in your own sweat,” Steve said cheerfully, having worn the damn thing. He remembered feeling like a dripping-wet half-rotten kitchen sponge, sitting in a sauna.
“Kill me,” Hook Possum muttered, sighing, and one of the kids leaned out of the boat and put a baseball cap on him.
“The shade helps,” she reported, and he sighed, looking even more ridiculous as a bedraggled, haunted possum head, smoke wafting from its empty eye sockets, with a baseball hat over one ear.
“...thanks,” he said, and she nodded, tucking her hair behind her ear, and digging out a tube of sunscreen. She proceeded to rub it on her ears, nose, and all over the boy next to her, who sighed.
“Uh, just...wave if you...start to drown,” Steve told Hook Possum, wanting to be encouraging, but uncertain how to help someone dying of heatstroke in a horrible old possum mascot costume who was presently up to their neck in a lake. He couldn’t see any expression on Hook Possum’s face, but he was pretty sure it was the face of someone with nothing to live for. “Uh. S’mores tonight? I think?”
“...I can’t eat in this thing,” Hook Possum groaned, with a plume of eye smoke.
“We can hide in one of the cabins,” Steve told him. “You can, um, transform. In there.”
“...like Cinderella?” Hook Possum asked, snorting a laugh, and Steve grimaced.
“I was thinking more like a werewolf at the full moon,” he said, and Hook Possum’s mask shook with laughter. “Don’t drown,” Steve told him. “I mean, if you die, you won’t get the money anyway, so you might as well take the damn thing off. And I’ll bring you s’mores. With extra chocolate. Chocolate is worth it, right? How d’you like your marshmallows?”
The creepy, lumpy mask turned to him, its mesh eye holes more alarming than ever with the way the sun hit the smoke. “...you giving me something to live for, Harrington?”
“Don’t die in a possum suit, man, you don’t want that on your gravestone,” Steve said fervently. “And think about the funeral. Everybody trying to say nice things and you in that thing. Have a heart—”
“I think the funeral parlor would probably take it off my body,” said Hook Possum, genuinely laughing, and Steve blinked.
“Oh. Oh, yeah, they probably would,” he said, nodding.
“Anyway, nobody’d come to my funeral,” Hook Possum said, snickering, and Steve leaned over and smacked his snout. The water around the canoe splashed a little, and the kids yelped, watching them in exhausted, overheated fascination.
“You’re not a possum,” Steve reminded the guy, who turned his head towards Steve again, probably to stare. Steve grabbed his painted snout, holding his attention. “You’re not a real possum. People would come. Max would come, and me—”
“...you think?” Hook Possum laughed, and Steve glared. “Okay, okay, sorry,” he said, sounding like he was grinning. “I won’t drown. Hook Possum says no drowning, kids.”
“I used to think Smokey the Bear did that,” said the boy dripping with sunscreen. “You know, just walked up to you and said ‘don’t start forest fires,’ like that. This huge bear. I was terrified.”
“I could just walk up to boaters and say ‘don’t drown,’” Hook Possum snickered. “Alongside the boats. Hiss at them.”
“Holy shit,” Steve cackled, letting go of the mask. “You should. Do it. Do it to Robin—her, look, over there—”
Hook Possum turned to look, and then moved silently through the water, his head floating along the surface like a duck gone wrong. Steve and the kids floated in the water, holding their breaths, until the other boat erupted in shrieks and overturned.
“Oh, he is so getting s’mores,” Steve wheezed, laughing until he could hardly breathe.
When the kids started to wander towards dinner, Steve found Hook Possum again, hanging onto the dock.
“You okay, man?” he asked, and Hook Possum nodded silently, so Steve crouched down to have a look. “You coming in? It’s cooled off some,” he said, and Hook Possum nodded again, but didn’t move. “...you need help?” Steve asked, and Hook Possum paused for a second before shaking his head.
Steve waited, and finally, Hook Possum cleared his throat. “Fuck off, I can do it, I’m fine.”
He obviously wasn’t. “You feel sick?” Steve asked, used to the first aid questions after so many summers helping around camp. “Tired? Shaky?”
“...just getting...cooled off,” Hook Possum muttered, but he didn’t move. The lake water was pretty warm, too, and Steve considered it, wondering whether it was even helping.
“Don’t be an asshole. You need a shower, some water, and a nap,” he told the stubborn six-foot tall possum clinging to the dock, and it hissed like it was born in the woods.
“...don’t need a nap,” Hook Possum growled, and Steve laughed.
“Well, lie down, at least. You’ve got heatstroke, dude.”
Hook Possum shook his head, so finally Steve jumped in the water next to him, put an arm around him, and pulled him towards shore.
“What are you doing,” he mumbled, but when he tried to push away he almost fell, so Steve grabbed him tighter.
“I told you,” Steve sighed. Hook Possum was staggering, leaning heavily against Steve’s shoulder, and vibrating with tension. “You’re gonna die in that thing. You can’t do this all summer.”
“Fuck you,” Hook Possum muttered, tripping as soon as they hit dry ground.
“I’ve got you,” Steve told him, grimacing, because it was probably ungodly humid in the wet fur suit, and he was pretty sure Hook Possum hadn’t taken his mask off to drink any water. The chatter and occasional yells from the food tent washed over them as Steve took him through camp to the showers.
As soon as they were inside, Hook Possum’s head jerked up. “Oh fuck no,” he mumbled, pulling away, but Steve held on.
“You need to get cleaned up and cooled off, and rest up,” he told the scary possum mask. “Seriously. You can’t mess with this shit.”
“‘M’fine,” Hook Possum slurred, and Steve shoved him around to untie the suit.
“I won’t look, jesus, I promise, I’ll close my eyes, okay? Just lemme help you get this off, and get in the damn shower.”
“...fuck you,” Hook Possum muttered, his shoulders wet and shivery against Steve’s hands.
With his eyes closed, Steve couldn’t tell whether Hook Possum had the grayish pallor, but he grabbed the moron by the back of the neck and held a hand to his forehead, which was feverishly hot.
“Get off me,” Hook Possum squeaked, staggering back, and Steve stepped back too, listening to the sounds of sodden fur paws stumbling around.
“You need me to stay with you?” Steve asked, knowing what the answer would be, but also wary of leaving someone who’d obviously never had heat stroke before.
“I don’t need a fucking babysitter,” Hook Possum snarled, in a deeper register than usual, and it pinged Steve’s brain. He frowned, standing there trying to think of anyone he knew who was awkward and grouchy but good with kids, and called him Harrington. “Get out,” Hook Possum said, sounding exhausted.
“I’ll get you some water,” Steve told him. “Gimme the Hook Possum stuff, I’ll wash it.”
“...it can go in the wash?” Hook Possum asked, sounding aggrieved, and Steve snorted a laugh.
“It can go in the washtub,” he said. “I’ll throw it in and let it dry overnight.”
“Oh,” Hook Possum said weakly, then rallied. “Thought you were holding out on me. Secret washing machine in your bunk. ‘Cause you’re the owner’s son.”
“Yep, just me and the washer, holding each other close,” Steve agreed, rolling his eyes under their lids.
“You’re into some kinky shit, Harrington,” Hook Possum told him, and Steve felt the gross muddy Hook Possum costume shoved against his arms.
“Eugh,” he sighed, gathering up the paws and hook. “You know it.”
“That’s not gonna be dry by tomorrow, is it,” Hook Possum said, woodenly, and Steve wanted to shake him.
“Look, I can write you an excuse. Take a sick day. You can’t get right back in this thing. It’s fine.”
“...I’ll make it up,” Hook Possum said, in a rush, after a long pause. “And I’ll find something I can do, so I’m not fucking everybody over wearing this thing—”
“Dude,” Steve sighed. It felt weird not knowing the guy’s name, but equally weird calling him Hook Possum. “Relax. Take a chill pill. Nobody’s on your ass about this.” He turned to leave, but Hook Possum started talking again.
“...they make you do all the first aid, or what?” Hook Possum asked, and Steve snorted a laugh at his wariness.
“They teach us all basic first aid,” he said patiently. “You sure you don’t want me to stay? Because you sure don’t seem like you want me to leave.”
“Fuck you!” Hook Possum growled, again, rattling at the door of the shower stall like he’d stumbled into it.
“I’m going, don’t make me explain to Max how you fell and broke your face after I left you in here,” Steve called, heading out, gross stinking wet fur suit in hand. He dumped the whole thing—except the mask, which he thought might melt, even though it was tempting—into the big wash basin where the kids washed their own clothes, added a ton of soap, and poked it a few times to get the water through the fur. He found some apples and grapes in the fridge, added some cheese and crackers, and got a plastic cup of water. He sat it all in his bunk—in case Hook Possum just collapsed in his own—and grabbed the bathrobe he always brought just in case, and Hook Possum’s towel.
When he knocked at the showers, Hook Possum was silent, so Steve leaned in. It was dark, but the shower was still running. “...you alive in there?” he called, and heard Hook Possum laugh.
“Told you I was fine,” he muttered, burbling with the water hitting his face, and Steve went to lean against the stall door.
“Oh, sorry, should I put you back in the suit and dump you in the lake?” he asked. “Or just leave you here to get back to your bunk naked?”
In the darkness, Hook Possum was just a vague shape, but Steve squinted, trying to make out a face, or something. “Fuck you,” he said, laughing. “The hell are you gonna do, carry me in your arms?”
“I could,” Steve told him, always ready for a challenge.
“Oh, fuck you,” Hook Possum said, laughing harder, and Steve grinned, a little confused.
“I am the first aid officer, actually,” he bragged, having put himself on the schedule earlier. “You need me to sweep you across the threshold, I guess that’s what I gotta do.” There was a muffled grunt and a splashing thud in the stall, and before Steve could think, he had kicked the bottom of the door and jiggled the latch so it popped open, the way he had a zillion times before, when kids crawled under locked stall doors as a prank. He crouched next to the dark shape in the dim stall as Hook Possum scrambled back. “You okay?”
“Jesus fuck,” Hook Possum panted in a high voice. “What in the goddamn are you doing in here.”
“You fell, dipshit,” Steve told him, rolling his eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Yes! I am okay!” Hook Possum hissed, wedged in the corner. “Get the hell out of my shower!”
“Jesus, sorry, didn’t know you were a blushing maiden possum,” Steve told him, holding out a hand to help the guy up, but Hook Possum just groaned into his hands, so Steve shrugged, and left. The door slammed shut after him and latched.
“Go away,” Hook Possum growled, and Steve snickered.
“I brought you a towel, and my robe,” he said, and Hook Possum sighed. “And some water.”
“I’m fine, christ,” Hook Possum muttered.
“And I got you some grapes and stuff,” Steve told him, halfway out the door. “In the cabin. Lot of water in grapes.”
“...I’m okay,” Hook Possum said, after a pause so quiet Steve was wondering if he’d passed out in there. “Jesus. I’m not one of your...second graders.”
“No, because then you wouldn’t’ve been wearing that thing, or going without water,” Steve said crisply. “And I would carry you to your bunk, like a goddamn bride.”
Hook Possum choked on the shower water, somehow, coughing.
“You’re getting off easy,” Steve told him, his vindication lessened by Hook Possum choking like he was about to die.
“Holy crap,” he panted.
“You’re welcome,” Steve told him. “I guess. I hung your gross fur bag out to dry where it’ll get sun.”
“...didn’t even get the full service,” Hook Possum muttered. It sounded like he was still laughing, exhaustedly.
“What, you want the bridal carry? Because I’ll do it,” Steve threatened, and Hook Possum said something muffled, like he had his face in his hands. “I’ll just wait right here, ready to cradle you to my chest,” Steve told him, and Hook Possum groaned, laughing harder. It was hard to stay mad at him, because he was kind of giggling, in the tired way kids did when they couldn’t stop.
He wandered back into the cabin as everybody was singing camp songs, to see a big bony foot sticking out from under the flag covering Hook Possum’s bunk. It withdrew.
“You awake in there?” Steve asked, grinning.
“...no,” Hook Possum groaned. “What are you doing here?”
“Brought you some more water,” Steve told him, and after a minute, Hook Possum said “...just set it on the floor. I’ll drink it, I promise, jesus.”
Steve nodded, and wandered back to the fire.
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@coffeeandchemicals (aka the sweetest angel bb) asked: For the drabbles, 55 or 60 or 72 with harringrove! Please and thank you!! 💙
55. “Our first date is a picnic. On a beach..under the stars? Have you swallowed a romance novel? Do I need to call a doctor?
Paper Angels.
The things is. Steve’s always had a sixth sense when it comes to falling in love. Can smell that shit from a mile away, the reeking infatuation that turns his already liquified brain into something like sludge. Mashed potatoes with too much milk, or something.
And it used to be that Robin would point it out in that usual way of hers, before Steve became a pro at monitoring his own downfall. Pick your tongue up off the floor, dingus.
And it used to be that Steve would take it like. A basketball to the back of the head, the realization that he was bleeding out in an open field for fucking whoever. Nancy Wheeler or Mark Lewinski or Brittani Clark. Robin could always sense it when Steve’s feelings started leaking out of his ears, but.
Billy Hargrove was something else entirely.
Neither of them saw it coming. The pushes and snarky comments that morphed into butterflies and concealed smiles under the light of the full moon, it was like.
Crossing a deserted road only to be fuckin’. T-boned by a cyclist who doesn’t have their lights on, or something.
One day they were enemies. Avoiding each other like the plague--Billy actually gagged when Steve passed by him at parties. Called him Steve “Sloppy Seconds” Harrington, and. Yeah. The feeling was fuckin’ mutual, alright?
Because Hargrove always wore too much cologne and Steve had the sneaking suspicion, after that night at the Byers’ when contact sports took on a whole new meaning with the sound of ceramic against his skull, that Billy perfumed his dick.
Sometimes guys did that, he’d heard. And if Steve had to bet, like, cold hard cash on it, Billy Hargrove was definitely one of those guys. And not that Steve really. Thought about it much or anything but kissing Billy was probably like licking the inside of an ash tray.
Just the thought of made him gag.
So, yeah. The feeling was mutual. The queasiness in Steve’s tummy was, like, disgust or something. Every time he saw that curly top above a sea of drunk high schoolers, he would start sweating a shit.
Bullets. Like he was going to face the electric chair, and. Steve had never thought for even a second that that feeling was mutual.
That Billy would be anxious to see him. Would escape the moment he heard Steve rounding the corner into whatever lame party was on the ducat this week, so. When they eventually became friends. Best Friends, close as a couple of girls, it felt like Steve had solved the most difficult puzzle in the universe.
They were shitfaced. Drunk enough to forget ceramic plates and nervous feelings, and Billy had tried to high-five him. Steve, on his way out for a smoke. Passed by with a little, well if it isn’t the leftover turkey, and. It would’ve been cool, but. They missed.
By a lot. Two guys who never sat on the bench during a game, they. Fuckin’ couldn’t land a high five from less than a foot away and that was it. Billy’s walls crumbled around them like so much graham cracker dust, and.
His eyes were pretty. Had they always been that pretty? Steve couldn’t remember but then Billy was leaning in, cheeks pink from laughter and whispering, You ain’t half bad, Harrington, into the shell of Steve’s ear.
Like it was a secret only the two of them could remedy, and. Billy pulled away. Winked, waggled his stupid, ridiculous tongue, and. When he passed by he smelled like summer rain. Black pepper and grapefruit.
Steve closed his eyes and felt the love leaking from his ears.
Shit.
--
After that it was like surviving a forest fire. Billy would show up at Steve’s just before midnight with a six pack of Budweiser and a half smoked joint. On bad day’s he acted like coming to Steve’s house was a chore, like. Steve was holding him at gunpoint, preaching about commitments like Steve had even asked for his company in the first place, and.
On those nights it almost wasn’t worth it. The feeling of being close to Billy, it was. Hard to talk to him.
And it wasn’t like falling slowly. Through syrup or stacks of blankets, like his usual style, it was like.
Getting in the car and driving way, into the night, with no map and no funds and no clue of what the end would look like. Steve fell hard and fast and slammed into the ground until he was one with the molten earth, on the good nights, too. When Billy grinned and cracked jokes and fuckin’. Winked.
So. The good outweighed the bad. For months, for millennia, it seemed. Until Steve couldn’t remember a time when midnight didn’t signal the arrival of love. And he would take it, anything, everything, for just a peak at the person he knew was hidden under all that hairspray and chiseled skin, so.
When Billy showed up one night with his car packed full of shit, Steve grabbed his coat without a word.
What are you doin’, Harrington.
I’m coming with you.
No you aren’t, that’s not. Look. I just came to say goodbye, so.
Not that easy to get rid of.
Billy tried to fight him, tried to. Hold him off, or something. Like any force in the fucking universe would be strong enough to keep them apart.
Steve made a face.
And Billy knew what that face meant so he cleaned out the passenger side of the Camaro. Stupid shit like lamps and folded quilts, shuffling it all to the back seat where there was clearly enough space.
It was almost like. He had known what Steve would do.
It was like he’d been preparing to say no, baby. I don’t have enough room, see? I’m saddled with more than I can take already, and I just--
Almost like he was hoping Steve would insist, anyway, and.
“Go pack a bag, pretty boy.”
Steve would follow him anywhere.
--
Billy came alive in California. The bad nights stopped existing out in the open air, they hid instead. Under the blanket of nightfall, under the sling of Steve’s arm. They paid extra for a two bedroom apartment on the beach, because.
I’m not expecting you to. Sleep in my bed, Steve.
Right. They were still pretending.
The second bedroom sat collecting dust. Steve emptied his trash bag of essentials into the dresser in Billy’s room, because. The love was constantly ruining his shirts, these days.
Steve bled blue and gold. Blatantly. Because he never felt it before, this. Feeling. Like the sand is being washed from his skin. Like he’s curling up in bed after a long day of hard work.
Billy makes him feel that way, so.
Steve can’t hide it. And he doesn’t try to. Not when they watch cartoons together on the couch, not when Billy sucks a hole into his neck under their blanket in their bed and asks, we goin’ steady? Like it’s even a fucking question, or something, but.
Steve realizes they went backwards. Won the game before actually learning the rules.
Do you wanna go on a date with me? He asks one morning. It’s raining, so Billy isn’t surfing and Steve isn’t sketching out on the porch, and.
It seems as good a time as any.
Billy has milk running down his chin when he looks up, eyes so blue and wide like he never expected it to fucking happen. Isn’t this a date?
What?
Right now, Billy says through a mouthful of Lucky Charms. We’re eating. Alone. Making eyes at each other over our meal--
Steve snorts. This isn’t a date.
And Billy’s face, fucking. Falls. He rinses his plate in the sink and kinda, doesn’t turn back around. Steve doesn’t know how he fucked it up already.
Bills?
What’s a date look like then? And that. Makes Steve laugh.
You’ve been on, like. So many dates, baby.
Not with you. Billy says flatly. When he turns around again his cheeks are pink. Not from laughter, but. From something else. I never went on any dates with you, so. How would I identify one in a crowd.
And Steve knows. Instantly, knows he’s not going to get out of this one.
Perfect first date shit, alright, I can. I can do that. He leans back in the hideous avocado green chair Billy picked out and. Sucks on his bottom lip. We have the day free. Because, um. It’s the off season. Right after labor day and, uh. The shop’s getting ready to shift into winter.
Billy grins. So in your perfect scenario we’re broke?
Listen, asshole wouldja just--
Alright, baby. Billy sits in the chair across from him and looks, fucking. So pretty in Avocado Green. I’m listening.
So Steve tells him. Their perfect date begins and ends with ease, it’s as simple as breathing. The way it’s always been for them. Natural. Steve packs a basket with a goddamn. Charcuterie board and like, fresh fruit and shit. The sun sets and Steve gets down on one knee and--
Our first date is a picnic. On a beach..under the stars? Billy doesn’t look even a little bit like laughing, not. Not when his nose goes all bunchy. Have you swallowed a romance novel? Do I need to call a doctor?
Steve isn’t really in the mood for jokes.
He covers his face with his hands, because. They went backwards. Never even put labels on it, or second guessed anything because Steve won the lottery. That night when the high fives went up in smoke, he.
Got everything he ever wanted.
Billy tugs at his wrists. Yanks and soothes and rearranges Steve’s skin until they’re chest to chest against avocado green. His eyes are teary. Fuck.
I didn’t mean to make you cry, baby. Steve says. ‘S a bad idea anyhow, too much pressure. You mean a lot and I fuckin’. Made you cry. Tears were never a part of the deal.
Billy lets Steve wipe his cheeks and then he’s smiling.
Not grinning or smirking or teasing, but. Happy. We could make this a date.
Steve shrugs. Yeah, I guess we could.
Pack some sandwiches, sit on the patio. Billy winks. Just like all those nights when neither boy could give their emotions a name. Take away some of the pressure.
I kinda dig the pressure, though.
Were you really gonna get down on one knee? Billy whispers. At the end of our first date? You know the statistics on divorce are--
Against his will, Steve’s chucking.
And on the first date? Billy tuts, cheeks pink again. You know I don’t put out for any ol’ pair of brown eyes, Harrington. I wait until at least the fourth date.
It’s been five years.
So marry me. Billy says. On Tuesday or something, we can. Go to the beach or whatever. Elope.
And.
Just like that night. With the Camaro stuffed to the brim, and Billy gripping his fingers like a lifeline in a storm, Steve has no choice. He never did, because. Yeah.
He kisses Billy, each cheek, both eyelids, before carrying him to their bedroom and wonders. If they’ll ever start at the beginning.
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‘Tis the Damn Season
Steve Harrington x Reader
summary: based roughly on ‘tis the damn season by Taylor Swift. Reader comes home for the holidays after two years of being away.
warnings: cursing, angst, fluff
a/n: literally less than a minute into me hearing the song for the first time, I knew I needed to write this so pls enjoy ❤��
word count: 2.2k
Y/N loved going to school away from Hawkins. Getting to experience a life away from the small town that sucked the life from her and drained her happiness after a while. It had been almost two years since she had made the journey from her state school in California back to Indiana. It wasn’t like she didn’t miss her family, but it was just easier, and in all honesty better for her to stay there all year round. There was inevitably downfalls to that, having to work a full time job and also go to school, most holidays were spent alone and she had no idea what was happening in the lives of her old friends or her family for that matter. They would come visit every so often and there was frequent phone calls but it was never enough.
“Knock, knock!” Y/N said as she opened the door, her mom flying from the kitchen to wrap her daughter in her arms.
“Oh how I’ve missed squeezing you!” Her mom said through a squished face. The girl started laughing at her mother’s reaction. The two exchanged small talk while they waltzed from the front door back to the kitchen.
“So what’s new in the world of Hawkins?” Y/N said pouring herself a cup of coffee and sitting at her kitchen table, glancing to her mom every few movements.
“Same old, same old, not much happens and not much changes. Mrs. Click retired last year, I know how much you loved her class.” The girls mind was flooded with memories of him. Steve Harrington, her first and maybe only love. She thought of all the times he would arrive to class late and then sloppily eat his bagel while Mrs.Click was trying her best to pull nearly every girls attention away from him. Maybe that’s why Y/N attracted him, she never stared the same way every girl did.
“Maybe I’ll send her a letter or call her to see if she’d want to chat sometime. Anything else? Any new couples?:
“That Robin Buckley came home last Christmas with a girlfriend.”
“Wait she finally came out to her parents?”
“You knew?”
“Uh, yeah. I’ve known since the whole mall fiasco.” Her mother stayed silent as she continued to move with ease around the ever so familiar kitchen.
“Do you want to settle back in or would you want to come to the store with me?”
“I can go with you, let me go change into something else, I’ve been in these clothes since I left LA.’’ The girl ran up to her old bedroom, grabbing the suitcases from the bottom of the steps were she had left them. As she entered the room, she was hit with a wave of memories. Pictures of Y/N and Steve covered her walls, she let out a sigh.
I won't ask you to wait if you don’t ask me to stay.
“Y/N, stop, you’re being over dramatic.”
“Steve! No I’m not! I got into my dream school, where I’ve wanted to go for practically my entire life. You’re not supporting me!”
“It’s not that i don’t support you, I don’t want you to leave!”
“We can do the distance! We can call and i will come back for breaks, we can write letters! We can make it work, I don’t want to chose between you or my dream.”
“Well I want you to.”
“Steve…”
“Y/N chose.”
“Then leave Steve.”
Sure, Y/N could pretend that the reason she didn’t come home was because she would see Steve and become overwhelmed by everything that happened between them. Sure she could pretend that she doesn’t still think of him every single day. Sure she could pretend that if Steve asked she would do anything for him. But she wouldn’t let herself. She did what was going to be best for her future. He didn’t matter if he didn’t support that. Her mind snapped back to what she was supposed to be doing.
“Shit.” She mumbled to herself as she realized how long she must have been zoned out for. She got dressed and ran downstairs. Her mom was standing at the door, placing items into her purse.
“You ready?” She glanced at her daughter who was pantin from how quickly she tried to get down the stairs.
“Yup!” The two piled into the car and began driving through town. Y/N shivered, no longer being acquainted with the colder weather that seemed permanent in Hawkins.
It’s the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass, But I felt it when i passed you, There's an ache in you, put there by the ache in me
Y/N attention was brought back to reality as they drove past the Family Video and he was outside getting into his car. The two made eye contact as the car moved past, the eye contact remaining unbroken until they physically could not see each other anymore. She felt a tension in her chest, he looked so good, but he also looked hurt. He didn’t have that same spark that drew her to him in the first place. And it shattered her to know that it was her fault.
“Taking in the sights?“
“Mom!” Y/N yelled out of embarrassment
“Oh please,. Rumor has it he hasn’t gone out with anyone since you left. He’s apparently turned down every girl that’s asked him out.”
“I mean, i haven't dated anyone since I've left either. I’ve gone on dates but nothing but flings.’
“Maybe you should reach out.’
“Yeah, sure.” She rolled her eyes and her mom changed the conversation to something about her dad. For the rest of the night, she just spent as much time as she could attached to every member of her family’s hip. These moments were making her regret not coming back sooner a little more.
Now I’m missing your smile, hear me out
She found her way back to her bedroom and found a photo of her and Steve that one of the kids took.
“Steve!” The girl giggled out as the boy pulled her tightly to his body, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her cheek. Through her fit of giggles, his smile still shone brighter than her own. To Y/N, anything he did was brighter than hers and she was more than alright with that. Everything he did was perfect, he was the dream boyfriend. She loved each and every inch of him, no matter how often he annoyed her or how often he would say something that made little to no sense, it didn’t matter. If it was Steve, it was perfect.
“What? You don’t want my kisses?” He faked a pout. She rolled her eyes and turned her face to look at him and touch her lips to his own. His eyes gleefully filled up with joy and he overdramatically said “you want my kisses!’
‘I’ll always want your kisses.” She said smiling, and he smiled back making pristine eye contact, only a flash tore their attention away from one another.
She pulled her eyes away from the photo in her hand, setting it down where she had just picked it up. She put her pajamas on and got comfy in her old bed.
When she woke up the next morning, for some reason something was calling her to just go for a drive.
I parkеd my car right between the Methodist And thе school that used to be ours
She drove around the town observing all of the vaguely familiar settings, remembering each moment she had connected to the setting. As she parked her car a little down from the high school, she focused on her breathing for the first time in a while. She got out of her drivers seat and out of the car, grabbed a book from her backseat and went to sit on the lawn sprawled beside her. As she walked down the hill, she noticed a figure. As she approached, the figure became clearer and clearer. Steve.
“Hey.” She called out to him, his head snapped up to look at her standing over him.
“Hey Y/N, long time no see.”
“Two years.” She said, she waved her hand a bit to ask if she could sit next to him and he nodded his head yes before he continued.
“How have you been?’
“Good! Busy as hell, but good. What about you Stevie?” The nickname slipped out without much thought at all.
“I’ve been doing my best. I am now manager at Family Video, Keith left.”
“Damn, for real?’ He nodded his head yes and she shook hers in disbelief. “I heard about Rob’s girlfriend. Well, I heard that she had one.’
“Oh! Yeah! Her name is Marie and she’s really nice. They’re a good match, she’s just as smart as Robin, I can barely keep up with them.”
“Who could realistically ever keep up with Robin, let alone Robin and someone just like her.” The two let out dry laughs, which helped to relax some of the weird tension between the two.
“How long are you here?”
“Just for the holidays, I’m only staying with my parents until the second week of January.”
“Ahh.” The tone of his voice switched to one much sadder. The air hung still, neither of their voices filling the space anymore. She spoke before she could think.
“Would you wanna drive around later? Look at lights? For old times sake?” She looked at him with pleading, hopeful eyes. He looked back at her, searching her face to make sure it wasn’t a joke.
“Uhh, yeah. I mean...I’m meeting Robin and Marie at like 9 to hang out for a little bit, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you tagged along.”
“I don’t want to intrude.’
“You’re not intruding if I’m inviting you Y/N/N.” For a moment, it felt like the past. It was as if they teleported back to when things weren’t like they were now. But what’s stopping them from letting things be like the past while she’s home? The only heart that would be breaking even more would be hers.
We could call it even, you could call me babe for the weekend, ‘tis the damn season
He rang the doorbell a little after eight, and she rushed to her door before any of her family. She yelled out a goodbye and they walked out the door and over to his car.
‘So, school? How is that?”
“It’s hell, but what else was to be expected.”
“And you’re still a film major? Nothing has changed?”
“Yes sir, still a film major.’
“You’d be impressed, I am starting to actually remember the names of movies!’
“That’s a big step for you, consider me proud.”
“Thanks babe.” It slipped out of his mouth without a thought. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that it just kinda came out.” She let her hand reach out and rest on his thigh.
“It’s okay, we call each other babe for the time being, no big deal.”
‘Tis the damn season.” Steve let out in a huffed breath. The two kept chatting and the car got more and more comfortable, they fell into their old rhythm. It felt like the road she chose to go down, didn’t ruin everything. He pulled up to the diner they were meeting Robin and her girlfriend at and sat patiently in Steve’s car. Their heads were leaning back against the head rests and they were looking into each other’s eyes. He reaches over and grazes her face. She pulls in a breath as he shows her the eyelash now sitting atop his finger.
‘Make your wish.” He said gently, she closed her eyes to think for a second and blew the eyelash from his finger softly. She looked back up into his eyes and smiled. The neon lights shone down from the sign through his windshield and grazed his face, framing it and shaping it with a red hue. He looked angelic.
‘What’re you thinking about?” Steve asked quietly, not entirely sure why he was being so quiet.
“Nothing.” She said, trying to push past the feelings building inside her. She fakes a smile.
“Don’t do that, you know I can tell when you’re lying. What’re you thinking about?”
“I’m thinking about how beautiful you look and how much i want to kiss you, but I know I shouldn’t.”
“Maybe that’s the reason why you should.” He reaches his hand over to cup her cheek, rubbing his thumb against her cheek as her leans closer. Their lips meet in the middle, colliding with a gentle passion that filled Y/N with relief. Although the pain of the past hung around like old perfume, it seemed to be patched by this kiss. His lips were plump and soft, his hands against her skin were rough but tender. He fit with her perfectly, and there was no one on earth who she likes kissing more. As they pulled apart, their eyes never lost contact.
It didn’t matter in that moment that she was leaving again in a month, or the fact that Robin had gotten there in the middle. Nothing mattered in that minute. Because all of those moments where they missed one another were mended right now. And somehow, even though she chose a different path, it still led her to her hometown. It led her to Steve.
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