#mind hes thinking Steve somehow took a hit for Robin and then they still got Robin anyways but ya know
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Steve and Gareth as cousins warm up, part two!
First part is HERE.
Next part is HERE.
Reminder: Someone on Twitter proposed Steve and Gareth as cousins whose family had a major falling out, and then someone else brought it up recently and long story short no idea who to credit the idea too bc you can’t search for SHIT on Twitter but it's theirs not mine.
Warnings: Steve and Robin Get (canon-S3) Drugged.
"I'm just saying the other theater is cheaper." Eddie said around the straw jammed in his mouth.
He carried the largest bucket of popcorn Starcourt’s movie theater offered, alongside the two boxes of candy he'd also demanded Gareth buy him.
"Easier to sneak into, you mean." Gareth corrected, with his significantly smaller bag of popcorn. His, he planned to share with Jeff, Grant having snuck in his own food.
Gareth himself would have snuck in the cheaper (and far larger) snacks, but Eddie had thrown a fit about going to the mall to see a new movie instead of Hawkin’s far older theater.
Of course, the older theater also had several disadvantages, key of which was terrible seating, and so, Gareth had bribed him with whatever treats he wanted.
His wallet took a hit but fuck it, at least they got to actually see the screen.
Not that they even made it into the fucking theater, because someone chose that moment to crash into Eddie.
Popcorn kernels and soda flew everywhere, with Eddie only avoiding it landing on him and Gareth both by years of dealing with this exact bullshit in school. Of course, the mall wasn’t school, and neither of them had their guard up.
"What the hell man--" Eddie spat, immediately on the defense, as they both turned to see what jackass wanted to cause problems this time.
Except Gareth had recognized the person who bumped him.
"Steve?" Gareth asked, causing his cousin to totter around and face him. He was in his Scoops Ahoy uniform, which remained to be absolutely ridiculous, but that hadn't been what had drawn Gareth's attention.
No, that would be the absolute wrecked face staring at him with a doped up grin.
All thoughts of the movie immediately faded away.
"What happened to your face!?" Gareth demanded, immediately stepping up into his cousin's space, eyes darting over the damage.
Recent black eye, split lip, blood splatter all down one side of his neck, nevermind his clothes…
"Robs!" Steve called over his shoulder instead of answering, body moving as if he was walking on a wildly rocking boat and not solid ground. "Come 'ere!"
He beamed, which had the horrific effect of resplitting his lips. "Meet Gareth, my baby cousin!"
"I am two years younger than you." Gareth argued on automatic. He didn’t look to see how Eddie took this little piece of info--he’d figure out what he’d say later, when Steve wasn’t covered in blood.
It did not stop Robin from reaching out to pinch his cheeks.
She too, Gareth realized, was clearly high on something, both of them giggling and weaving on their feet.
At least Robin didn’t appear to be hurt--or at least, not hurt as badly as Steve.
"What the hell did you two take?" Gareth demanded, looking between them as he quickly put his popcorn back off to the side.
"We didn't take anything, dad." Steve said bossily, rolling his eyes. He spoke in a voice so unlike himself that Gareth knew his own face was doing something crazy.
Not that he could stop it because what the hell.
"What my patriotic friend here means is that we don't know." Robin added, smacking a hand onto Steve’s shoulder.
(The entire sentence was slurred and sounded like she'd shoved candy in her mouth before she started talking.)
"You don't know?!” Gareth asked, taking in the way Steve flinched when Robin touched him. Added a mental note to check his cousin's shoulder too. “How do you not know?"
Gareth wasn't panicking, he wasn't, except he absolutely fucking was. Steve's dad was going to kill him, disown him, and throw the body out of his house--in that exact order.
Gareth’s parents wouldn’t take him in, not unless his mom felt she could use it to one up her sister in some way which meant that Gareth was going to have to sneak Steve in and out of the house like he was some--some puppy Gareth was trying to keep and--
"Did someone give you two something?" Eddie asked, interrupting Gareth’s spiraling.
"Give is a very strong word." Steve said with a snicker.
Robin nodded so much she looked like a bobble head. She leaned in, nearly falling into Gareth in the process. “In fact it’s not the word I’d use at all! I’d use…” She trailed off, screwing her eyes up in thought.
“Made us?” Steve suggested as Gareth finally gave in to his instincts and reached out to steady his cousin. “Forced us?”
“Socked it to us!” Robin added with a weird amount of glee, and the two of them once again collapsed into giggles.
Literally, forcing Gareth to try and steady them both.
Which meant Eddie was right--they’d been drugged. It made perfect sense-- Steve wasn’t the kind to experiment with drugs beyond weed. Had in fact, given a very long lecture about how he’d make Gareth go on runs with him if he ever found out Eddie had given him anything stronger than weed.
There was no way he’d change now, and especially not around a jobsite. Particularly one as busy as the mall.
"You can't tell anybody." Robin continued, eyes so wide they were more white than pupils. "But we got truth serumed!"
As if that made any fucking sense.
Gareth turned a half frantic, half disbelieving look to Eddie--whose own face scared him almost as badly as Steve's did.
He was hiding it, and doing a good job of doing so, but Eddie was the one person Gareth knew better than Steve.
Right now? Eddie Munson was furious.
Not mad, or upset, or even as pissed as he had been the time Tommy Hagan had thrown his drug box in the river.
He was enraged.
"Hey." He said, and the only thing more shocking than realizing Eddie was this mad was hearing him talk in a calming, almost playful voice. "Sounds like you two sailors had a pretty rough time. Why don't we go to the bathroom and get you both cleaned up? I bet you'll feel a little better."
It was clearly the right move, because both of them looked downright delighted.
"He thinks we're sailors!" Steve said, cupping a hand around his mouth and leaning to talk in Robin’s ear as if he was whispering. (He wasn’t.)
Robin’s grin grew impossibly wider, before Eddie stepped forward to help Gareth half guide half herd the two into the nearest bathroom.
"I know you." Robin said, squinting dramatically as Eddie opened the door with his regular flair, bellowing for anyone in the place to get out.
It was Steve's turn to nod enthusiastically. "That's Eddie, Robbie." He said.
"I'm honored King Steve knows such a humble peasant's name." Eddie bowed as Gareth finally got both Steve and Robin into the bathroom, trying to get them to sit on the floor before they fell on their asses.
Which just made a hurt expression appear on Steve's face. "’Course I do. You have really pretty hair."
It had the effect of making Eddie look like he’d been punched and Gareth had to quickly turn his bark of laughter into a cough.
"I bet it's soft.” Steve continued, as he pressed his back against the tiled wall and slowly slid down to the floor. “Gare, is it soft?"
"It's very soft." Gareth agreed, trying to wet a paper towel with shaking hands. Finally he gave up entirely, ripping the plaid sweater he had tied around his waist and shoving one of the sleeves into the sink.
“Oh my god.” Robin said abruptly, sitting up from her own slouched spot on the floor as if she’d suddenly been stricken sober. “It’s him! He’s your type!”
“What’s my type?” Steve turned to her, as Eddie leaned his back against the door to the bathroom, blocking anyone else from entering.
“It’s like--like Nancy! But boy Nancy.” Robin seemed to think this made a ton of sense, and given Steve’s immediate groan maybe it did to him, but Gareth was too freaked out to even begin to process what the hell they were on about.
Probably nothing, given they’d been drugged.
Eddie seemed to pick up on his general anxiety and poor attempts at shoving down his own freakout, because he gently called out Gareth’s name.
“I think it’s wet enough.” He added with a raised eyebrow. His eyes drifted purposefully to the sink and with a curse, Gareth snapped shut the water off.
His hands were still shaking.
“Give it to me.” Eddie said gently, moving to take the shirt from Gareth’s hands. “Here, swap me Gare, and guard the door.”
Gareth did, as Eddie knelt down to take Steve’s chin in one hand, and carefully began dapping his wounded face with the wet sleeve.
“May I ask what battles you two sailors have been involved in?” He said, continuing to sound like playful, fun Eddie and not like he was about to murder half the town (which, Gareth could tell by body language alone, is what Eddie actually felt like) “Did you happen to catch a glimpse of the villains who did this?"
“Robin melted into Steve, rubbing her face in his shoulder. “You wouldn’t believe us.”
Eddie smiled his most charming smile, a full blown rouge grin he played up as he continued to wipe and dab at Steve’s wounds. “You’d be surprised at what I believe in, my fair lady.”
Steve tried to talk, but ended up hissing as he ran into Eddie’s fingers.
“Russians.” He managed to get out, when Eddie quickly took the sleeve away so he could talk. “We got kidnapped by fucking Russians. Also we kinda saw some shit and they’re after us. Possibly you now if they saw you with us.”
There was the briefest of pause as Steve and Robin stared at Eddie, as Eddie stared back.
Then Steve and Robin as one started howling with laughter, so hard that Robin’s head ended up in Steve’s lap with Steve’s own head resting on hers.
Eddie turned to give Gareth a pinched look. “Russians.” He said, still calm despite it all. “Right.”
Which had to be the fucking drugs speaking.
Gareth just took a deep breath as Eddie managed to gently prod Steve back into putting his chin in his hand, shaking his head ever so slightly.
He didn’t know who he was going to actually have to murder, but at least Eddie looked to be on board with acting as his backup.
#tw drugs#tw canon bodily injury#Steve Harrington#Robin Buckley#eddie munson#Gareth Emerson#Gareth and Steve as cousins#secret cousins#whose family had a falling out#Eddie is fuckin PISSED#he may be a drug dealer but he is a drug dealer with MORALS#how dare someone drug people in his town!#mind hes thinking Steve somehow took a hit for Robin and then they still got Robin anyways but ya know#Gareth is having a full bore anxiety meltdown#He just wants his older cousin to be okay : ( \
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Steve Harrington x fem!reader - “Why is it always my boyfriend getting hurt?”
A/N: short and angsty, use of Y/N, mentions of injuries - send me angsty Steve requests please!
Y/N had been awful quiet since they had passed through Watergate. She had openly been against Steve going into the lake as soon as he volunteered himself.
In fact, her exact words had been, “Absolutely not.”
Her tone left no room for argument, and yet Steve refused to back down.
“Why?”
“Because you are the one who always jumps headlong into danger and comes out of it with a fucked-up face.”
“Ah, so the concern is preserving my good looks?”
Robin snorted at this, clearly taking issue with the statement. Steve pulled a face at her in response.
She was not having a bar of his blasé attitude. “My concern is you getting hurt again. Or worse.”
“I don’t think the water is going to hurt me, sweetheart,” he went back to shrugging off his shoes, feeling the argument settled.
“Then you won’t mind me going in instead?” She raised a brow at him challengingly.
With no argument to simultaneously support him going in and her staying in the safety of the boat, he simply said, “Dream on.” Then kissed her on the top of the head before diving overboard.
Y/N had been the first to jump in after him when he got pulled under. She was sure she must have broken world records with the speed with which she reached the gate.
The battle with the bats was a complete blur. Moments after it was over she couldn’t entirely recall what had happened. There were oars and bats and Steve Steve Steve playing over and over in her mind as she fought to get to him.
Her whole body shook with adrenaline and fear. There was a buzzing in her ears as Steve joked about the bats “taking a pound of flesh” but being okay. Joked. As if her whole world hadn’t nearly been taken away.
She couldn’t bear to look at him any longer.
Not until he made her heart stop once again when he nearly hit the floor. She was forced to look at him as she haphazardly patched him up with a torn piece of Nancy’s shirt. Or more specifically, at his injuries. She still could not meet his eye.
“Sweetheart?”
She just kept wrapping his torso, saying nothing.
The others gave them some space, making quiet conversation between themselves to give the couple some semblance of privacy.
“Y/N, please,” he tipped her chin up to face him after she had tied the makeshift dressing off.
He hadn’t expected to be met with tear filled eyes.
“Why does it always have to be you getting hurt, Steve?”
There was a beat of silence between the two. Enough for a tear to spill over.
“I would rather it be me than anyone else,” he whispered.
She felt her chest crack open at his words. Because she knew it to be true. Because the love of her life would sacrifice himself for her or any of their friends in a heartbeat. And because she knew in her stomach the troubles in Hawkins were far from over, leaving plenty of opportunity for him to do so.
“Do you think you are disposable?”
The question was genuine, and he knew it. The truth would break his lover’s heart, so in its place he left silence.
“Oh, Stevie,” her head fell against his shoulder. “It splits me in two to see you hurt like this. If something were to- If something really bad were to happen to you, I wouldn’t ever recover. Not ever.”
She took his face in both her hands. “If it were me how would you be?”
“Don’t say-”
“No, you don’t get to shut me up about this. Just because you’re the guy you think it would be worse if it were me? That somehow isn’t allowed but I have to see you like this every time? I feel just how you would if it were me.”
This gave him pause. He scanned her eyes a moment longer before pulling her into his chest (avoiding pressure against his wounds, of course).
“I’m sorry, baby.”
Sorry that he wouldn’t ever be able to put his safety first. Sorry that she would have to stand and watch. Sorry that he couldn’t be more selfish for her.
She didn’t question the meaning of his apology and for that he was grateful. She relaxed in his arms.
“Just be more careful. Like way more careful,” she thought for a second. “And next time make Munson jump into the water first.”
“Hey!” Eddie called, who, with Nancy and Robin, had been listening to the entire exchange.
#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington fic#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington angst#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington#steve harrington x you#steve imagine#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things s4
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Morningstar
Pairing: vampire!Eddie Munson x femreader
Rating: E
Words: 6k
Warnings: mention of a dead body, blood, angst, hurt/comfort, smut (unprotected, blood play).
A/N: if you know @magpie-to-the-morning or myself, you know that we are both weird girls who thrive on all things dark and spooky. So when we started hearing vampire Eddie theories floating around (yes, Emma saw it coming before the rest of us), we had to team up and bring our baby boy back (finale? what finale?). And in doing so we learned how well we work together, how we compliment each other and somehow share a weird gothy love language.
Morningstar is a fic for our fellow weird girls, our fellow outcasts. It's a love letter to them, and to Eddie Munson, who deserves the same care and protection he showed the little lost sheepies.
Beta'd by @jadore-andor without whom Alex is nothing and for whom Emma is eternally grateful.
alex masterlist | emma masterlist | ao3
Part One - A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night | Part Two | Part Three
“You sure you don’t want me to drive you home?” Your friend bit her lip, eyeing the darkness beyond her trailer’s porchlight as if its lengthening shadows would reach out and snatch you right off the concrete steps. “Hawkins is… different, since you left. It’s been worse since the earthquake.” She sounded nervous, enough so that goosebumps pebbled over the skin of your arms.
Still, you weren’t one to be daunted by the creeping feeling of dread that seemed to have gained a chokehold on your hometown.
“I’ll be fine. Besides, you know me. I like different.” You flashed her a reassuring grin and, with a wave, set out for the dirt track leading through the woods. You’d walked home this way dozens of times, hundreds - just not since you went away to college last fall. It’s what had kept you insulated from the bizarre rumors flying around town - lab experiments gone wrong, monsters on the loose, satanic cults. Even the very real and tragic deaths didn’t ring true, and you’d flat out laughed at the idea of Eddie Munson being some sort of serial killer. It was the same small town ignorance you’d fled back in September, the same gossip and petty-mindedness, albeit on a scale that had everyone feeling tense enough to snap.
It was a relief to be away from that feeling, surrounded by the familiar trees that had been the background of your dizzy daydreams as a child. Out here you had felt safe fantasizing about the things that went bump in the night without fear of what your peers would think, how they might judge you for your darker interests. Here in the woods, there was ample space to imagine werewolves and witches and vampires, and where you might fit among them. Even as you got older and your daydreams changed, it was your favorite place to lose a few hours, your headphones firmly over your ears as you sprawled on a blanket to write in your journal.
A cool breeze murmured through the branches overhead and spring peepers trilled in the distance, their nighttime chorus punctuated by the plaintive calls of nightbirds. You took a deep breath, savoring the peace, as you made your way through the woods. As you walked, you debated whether you wanted a night alone or if you would rather call Robin and finally give in to her pleas of spending an evening with her and Steve Harrington - a pair you could still hardly imagine actually hanging out together. But she swore he was cool and no longer the douchey jock you remembered before you left for college.
You were lost in your own thoughts, not noticing when the birds fell silent. Something tugged at the back of your mind when even the frogs stopped calling, but you were too busy ruminating over the empty months ahead to notice the shift in the air, the pervading sense of wrongness creeping up on you now that the sky had turned black.
Until you nearly tripped over the bodies…
The toe of your boot hit something solid, shocking you to a stop. You had assumed it was a mass of leaves, a random pile left behind by some kids. But that…that was hair, dark and ashy. And that was a hand, outstretched and pale as bone in the moonlight. Your stomach rolled, your hand covering your mouth to hold back the bile that rose in your throat. It smelled like death, you realized, like blood and sickly sweet rot. But then there was movement, just a shifting beneath the dirt that sent the leaves scattering, and from the lump of foliage, Eddie Munson looked up at you, his eyes black in the night. Andy, that creep, with his stupid curly hair and letterman jacket, lay motionless beneath Eddie, his fingers clawing into the dirt even in death.
Andy was dead. The thought slammed through your mind but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel bad about it, not even as you gazed into his lifeless face, his eyes dull as they stared into nothingness. No, you didn’t feel bad, not after what he had tried to do last summer.
Eddie groaned and it stirred something in you, snapping your awareness back into place. You dropped beside him, hands hovering over his hair, hair face, his chest. There was blood, too much blood, smeared across his mouth and jaw and you had no idea who it belonged to - him or Andy. You knew how it looked, how freakish and fantastical, and your mind began to scream one impossible word.
Vampire.
"Hey Munson," you breathed, pushing away the ridiculous thought. "Remember me?" You asked softly, brushing the hair from his eyes. He mumbled your name, recognition flashing across his glassy eyes, the syllables garbled as he coughed and more blood splattered over his face, little freckles of red scattered now over your neck and cheeks. "That's right." You tried to smile, tried to shove down the feeling of wrongness, of fear, that pricked up your spine. Your hands skated over his chest, fingertips softly probing for wounds. You had to get him out of there, had to get him help. He was freezing, too cold for the warmth of spring, and goosebumps again erupted over your arms.
Eddie’s fingers closed like a vise around your wrist, his rings biting into the bone, and you winced at the sudden display of strength, the cold power that snapped like a taut bowstring, thrumming through his touch. He whimpered then, a small pathetic sound that tugged at something in your lower belly.
You leaned in closer, concern creasing your brow, and startled when his grasp tightened even further, pulling you off balance and down into the leaf litter beside him.
“Eddie, what - “
He pressed against you and the words died in your throat. Your back was braced against something solid, your fingers scrabbling against the fake leather of Andy's letterman jacket. Dread clogged your throat when you realized exactly where you were, trapped between a dead man and the the most likely suspect for his murder. But this was Eddie. He couldn't be responsible for whatever had happened here. The Eddie you remembered was kind, if a little eccentric; all throughout highschool he'd always spared you a smile and because of it you had harbored a silly crush. His disdain for the "popular" kids was no secret, but he'd treated everyone else with basic kindness.
“I don’t even remember doing it,” Eddie murmured close to your ear. His voice was weak, shaken, a far cry from his usual boisterous nature. He sounded scared. Lost. “He found me in the woods, right after… I didn’t mean to.”
His eyes were pleading. For understanding? Forgiveness? Maybe just for you not to scramble up and run as far away as you could, leaving him bloody and alone. You reached out to stroke the lines of his cheek with trembling fingers. “Didn’t mean to do what, Eddie?”
Your voice shook as his cool breath fanned across your jaw, as he dragged himself over you and settled his weight on top of you. Your head spun, pulled in too many directions. How many times had you imagined this back in highschool? How many times had you thought about being brave and telling him that he was the best thing about Hawkins, aside from Robin, that thoughts of him had kept you up at night?
Again that sense of utter wrongness settled over you and the apprehension had you feeling skittish. His hair tickled your face as the wind shifted and you felt him go rigid above you, his hands gripping hard at your thighs as he fought to hold still. “To be a monster.”
You pulled back to look at him, brushing the hair from his face, hands cradling his jaw. “Eddie, you are not a monster, okay? Whatever happened here, we can figure it out. But you are not a monster.” Were you crazy for thinking so? Probably. But what you knew about Eddie Munson, romanticized schoolgirl fantasies or not, led you to truly believe that he was in no way some kind of beast.
“Then why do I feel like this?” Gone was the warm, familiar brown of his eyes, swallowed up by so much black. His gaze was locked on your mouth, darting between your lips and your throat, and when he spoke you saw the pointed tips of his canines, elongated in the light of the moon, and again your brain blared a single word at you.
Vampire.
Pulling in a trembling breath, your chest brushed his. You felt the air go still, the tension between you snapping. “I’m sorry,” he said with a whimper and then his mouth was at your neck, pain blooming hot and sudden. You shrieked, slapping at his shoulders and digging your heels into the soft ground, trying desperately to put distance between you. He snarled, the sound closer to something an animal would make and you realized that in this moment he might as well be a predator defending his kill.
Slowly, and then all at once, the agony shifted, becoming softer and melting into something decadent. There was a soft pulling sensation and the rasp of his tongue over your sensitive skin had you arching beneath him, all thoughts of escape floating from your mind. One of his hands dragged up your thigh and over the cage of your ribs to hold you still, the other moved your leg so he could settle more comfortably between your thighs. The world took on a dreamy sort of quality, delicate around the edges as everything began to go quiet. All you felt was Eddie’s mouth, his large hands, the way he began to grow hard against your center. The artfully ripped tights you wore beneath your skirt were hardly a barrier and you couldn’t help but roll your hips against him, moaning softly at the way he thrust forward in slow, dragging movements.
Sensation pulled at you, tendrils of want tugging you deeper into that waiting darkness. Your mind went deliciously blank, everything fading but the stroke of his tongue that matched the heartbeat between your legs. You found yourself all too eager to let go, to succumb to whatever it was that had you forgetting yourself, your nerves and better judgement. You could lie there for hours, all night, forever, but some lingering spark of self preservation flared within the darkening recesses of your mind.
“Eddie.” It was a feeble protest, barely audible over the sound of the wind caressing the leaves or his contented growls at your throat. “Eddie, stop. Not here.” When he didn’t respond you pulled yourself together as best you could and reached down, pinching the meat of his thigh. He yelped, the sound so out of place that a startled laugh burst from your throat, an almost hysterical sound. When he pulled away the moonlight caught in the fresh blood smeared across his mouth and jaw - your blood. The thought was staggering and for a moment you felt even more lightheaded, the trees above swaying as you sagged back against Andy.
Andy!
You shoved away from his body, untangling yourself from Eddie and shooting to your feet. Reaching up, you touched your neck gingerly. Your fingers came away red, shining, and you lurched forward. Eddie shoved himself from the ground, his hands coming to steady you, gripping your elbows gently. He glanced down at Andy, too many emotions flashing across his dark eyes to name. You turned, placing your body between them and retreating until your back rested against Eddie’s chest. Cocking your head, you surveyed the area, taking in the details you had missed earlier.
“Animal,” you said as it all clicked in your mind, the solution fitting together like puzzle pieces.
“What?” His voice was hoarse, raw.
“It looks like an animal got him,” you elaborated and felt Eddie go tense behind you. “Hey.” You turned and took his hand. It was cold against your palm and you could feel his hesitation as you brushed your thumb across the delicate skin. “Munson, look at me.”
With a shudder, Eddie lifted his gaze to meet yours, his head ducked and his body tensed as if to run.
“I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I know you. And you’re not an animal, or a monster, or whatever else this bullshit town has been claiming. Even with all of… this.” You kicked some leaves over Andy’s body and turned back to Eddie. “We can figure this out. Will you let me help you?”
When he finally nodded, you twined your fingers with his and tugged gently. “Come on, then. Let’s get you somewhere safe.”
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You led Eddie to your parents’ house, relieved that they’d chosen this week to take the cruise your mom had always droned on about. Even with having the whole basement recently converted into an apartment for you, bringing a wanted fugitive home would have invited all sorts of questions you weren’t sure you had the answers to.
Eddie looked even more lost inside, his hair tangled and torn, bloody, mud-streaked clothing jarring against the respectable wallpaper and aggressive cleanliness of your parents’ home. He startled when you opened the basement door and a shadow streaked through it, racing toward the two of you.
“It’s okay, it’s just my cat.”
The little black creature in question trotted into the light with an inquisitive “mrrp” and wound around your legs.
Eddie relaxed beside you. After a moment he crouched down and held his fingers out for the cat to sniff. “What’s his name?”
“Jonathan Barker.” When Eddie stared incredulously up at you you shrugged. “I was on a horror classics kick.”
“But Barker? I uh, don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he’s a cat.”
“What’s your point?”
“… Fair enough.” He chuckled, a little faintly, but amused all the same. Your heart lifted at the sheer familiarity of the sound. Jonathan Barker rubbed his cheek against the ripped denim at Eddie’s knee but darted away when Eddie reached to pet him. “Fine,” Eddie scoffed, unconvincingly. “I’m more of a dog person anyway.”
“Be nice, he’s had a hard life. I found him by the side of the road when he was a kitten and he’s always been a little skittish.” Jonathan Barker stared at Eddie with wide eyes from his perch on the back of the couch, as if agreeing with you.
Eddie fell quiet again as you led him down the creaking stairs and into your basement apartment. It was easier to breathe there, surrounded by battered pieces of mismatched yet comfortable furniture, Joy Division and Patti Smith posters, stacks of well-thumbed paperback books, milk crates full of albums and cassettes, and houseplants crowding every window well. The conversion had been your parents’ condition when you’d told them you needed some time off school. Your mother had already turned your room into a home gym and “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable down there, dear? You’ll have more room for all your… interests.”
Part of you suspected they were a little relieved to have you neatly tucked out of sight.
You moved towards the small kitchen area with the vague idea of making tea on the little hot plate. Having a task to focus on kept your mind from racing about what on earth you and Eddie were going to do next. You busied yourself with the familiar ritual for the next few minutes, giving both of you time to think. By the time you set a steaming ceramic mug in front of Eddie, his expression was less wild, his frame less taut with that kinetic, restless energy. He wrapped his hands around the mug’s warmth and didn’t quite meet your eyes as he asked “So, what happens now?” He took an experimental sip but pulled a face. At the flavor, you wondered? Or his attempt to get something other than blood into his system?
“Well, we should probably get you cleaned up,” you said softly, taking in the shadows beneath his eyes, the blood crusted across his face and neck. Dirt clung to him like a second skin and you could see how uncomfortable he was beneath the grime. You abandoned your mug on the counter, pushing off and walking across the room toward the closet by the bathroom and pulled down a few fluffy towels. Eddie’s shuffling footsteps followed you into the little room, and he stopped in the doorway while you turned the hot water knob. You moved to face him, finding him staring straight ahead, his brows bunched in confusion. Turning, you tracked his line of sight toward the mirror, his dirty image reflected back.
“I wasn’t sure I would actually show up,” he mumbled, reaching up and dragging his fingers over his cheek.
“Silver,” you said, watching him watch you.
“What?”
You shrugged. “Mirrors used to be backed in silver and the myth goes that silver is detrimental to…,” you paused as his eyes narrowed and waved your hands to dispel the building tension. “Well, you know. You’ll show up in pictures too,” you chirped, hoping to lighten the mood.
“How did you become the vampire expert?” A heavy brow rose and you fought the urge to fold your shoulders, to make yourself smaller under his gaze.
“I read a lot,” you snapped, suddenly defensive. After a long moment he nodded, shrugging off his vest. You startled when it hit the ground, heavy pins clattering against the tile, and turned to leave. His cold fingers wrapped tight around your wrist, stopping you from sliding past him.
Again, his eyes were pleading, soft and dark and lovely. “Stay,” he asked, “please.”
You thought the rapidfire emotional changes would give you whiplash, but you nodded, exhaling sharply, and reached for the hem of his shirt. He raised his arms and you pulled it over his head, dropping it to lie with his vest. Angry marks were scattered across his torso, red and welted and poorly healed. A gasp escaped your mouth as you took it in, reaching forward and gingerly trailing your fingers over the wounds. “Eddie, what happened to you?” Your voice was hushed, quiet as the steam from the shower began to cloud in the small space.
“It’s all a little blurry,” he murmured, his hands going for the buckle of his belt. He unclasped the mini handcuffs that held it together, deft fingers quickly working open the button of his jeans. Your eyes snapped back to his and you found him watching you hungrily. A chill danced up your spine at the sight, a mix of cold fear and delicious anticipation. You realized he was trying to distract you, obviously not wanting to answer the question. So you let him.
He side stepped you and you turned, not looking away and letting him press you against the door. The small of your back hit the wood and he kept coming, cocking his head as he crowded into your space. Reaching out, you rested your hands against his chest, your eyes going wide when you registered that there was no heartbeat against your palm. Eddie didn’t seem to notice as he leaned forward, a smug grin stretched across his mouth.
You wanted this. And it was obvious that he wanted it too, but it was almost too much right now and your head was spinning. “Give me your rings,” you murmured hurriedly, grasping for an excuse to take a moment and collect your thoughts. You tugged your lip between your teeth and he quirked a brow at you. “I’ll get them cleaned up for you.” His smirk softened into a smile and he stepped back, pulling them off one by one. The silver had burned him, leaving behind painful looking bruises and charred skin. You refused to react, knowing that he wouldn’t want your pity, and held out your hand for him to drop them into. They clinked together as you caught them and you pushed him lightly toward the shower. Eddie turned, dropping his pants and you couldn’t help but glance at his ass as he pulled back the curtain and stepped into the tub.
Gathering his filthy clothes, you pulled the door closed softly and padded back into the living room to toss his things into the washing machine, carefully undoing the clasps of his pins and setting them aside for safe-keeping. You set it to start before heading to the sink to get Eddie’s rings cleaned up. Soap, water, and some scrubbing had them shining again and you avoided thinking too hard about the fact that you were scrubbing human flesh from the metal. When you had finished, you flopped onto the couch and reached for the clear coat nail polish you kept on the side table next to your favorite bottle of black. You painted the clear gel over the silver, hoping it would form enough of a barrier to keep them from burning him again. His rings were as much a part of his persona as his vest and his wild halo of hair, and more than anything right now, he needed something comfortable and familiar.
To be fair, so did you. Once the rings were safely coated in a protective layer of nail polish and drying on your coffee table, you rose, stretched, and padded over to your dresser, opening the second drawer and pulling out a baggy t-shirt. You stripped, leaving your dirty clothes in a pile, and pulled the worn fabric over your head before heading for your record player. Soon, the driving synthetic beat and rough-edged vocals of the Psychedelic Furs drifted through the space.
“Forever Now? I guess that’s fitting.”
You whirled around, surprised to see Eddie leaning against the door jam, a towel around his waist and his arms wrapped around himself. Dark tendrils of hair framed his face in damp curls and his skin was scrubbed an angry pink, but he looked somewhat more settled, his brown eyes clearer.
“I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Oh, I’m just full of surprises now.” He lifted his brows in a sarcastic show of being impressed with his own new abilities, even as he wrapped his arms more tightly around himself. “I uh, seem to have misplaced my clothes.”
“They’re in the wash. That Hellfire shirt might be a lost cause but I think I managed to save everything else. Come sit.” You jerked your head at the empty cushion beside you.
Eddie pushed off the wall and dropped beside you, carefully leaving space between you that crackled with things unsaid.
“How are you feeling?”
“I don’t even know.” Eddie scrubbed a large palm over his face. “More like myself, I guess? But still…”
“Hungry?”
“Yeah.” You hated the lingering note of shame in his voice.
You swallowed but squared your shoulders. “We can fix that.”
His dark eyes snapped to yours. “No.”
“Eddie, it’s fine - “
“Jesus, no it isn’t!” You blinked at his outburst but he forged ahead. “I killed someone. I could have killed you.”
“Andy?”
“Don’t tell me I killed more of the basketball team.”
“Eddie, listen.” You lifted a hand to cup his cheek, to turn his face towards yours to make sure he heard you loud and clear. “That guy was a dick. He was probably out hunting you with his buddies, from what I’ve been hearing. If he didn’t attack you first, he would have and believe me, he wouldn’t have lost any sleep over it.” You shrugged dismissively and added “Besides, he tried to feel me up at a party last year. Fuck that guy, you did the world a favor.”
Eddie’s eyes narrowed, his lip curling back and he opened his mouth to speak. You stopped him, pressing your fingers to his full mouth. He swallowed his reply, simply mumbling, “What a dick.”
You nodded, giving him a small smile and turning to face him more fully.
Eddie moved closer, his thigh pressed to your own. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured, even as he raked his gaze down your throat. His fingertips brushed the hair from your neck and you shivered.
“What if I told you I liked it?” Your voice trembled, the confession making you feel unaccountably vulnerable, more exposed than even the hungry way Eddie eyed you.
“Jesus, Briar.” He shuddered and dragged his open mouth against your skin. His lips moved in a gentle kiss, a far cry from the searing torrent you craved.
“Why Briar?” It came out as a gasp as you twisted in his arms to climb into his lap.
“Because you found me in the forest. You caught me when I was spinning. Don’t let go.” Eddie’s tender hold tightened and his teeth sank into the delicate skin of your throat.
You tipped your head back and tangled your fingers in his hair. “I w-wanted this before today, you know. Always meant to say something, back in school.”
His lips still locked to your pulse point, Eddie made a questioning sound deep in his throat as if to ask Why didn’t you?
“The usual bullshit,” you hedged before adding, “I was scared.
Eddie pulled away at that, his mouth stained red and his brows lifted. “You’re not now?”
“I was,” you admitted. “Back in the woods when I found you. But then you opened your eyes.”
His eyes widened, something like awe lighting their brown depths.
His surprise would have been sweet if it didn’t wrench your heart to think someone caring for him in that way would be so astonishing. The thought snapped the tether holding you back and you leaned in to capture his lips in a kiss. The taste of copper burst on your tongue but beyond that shock it was simply him. His lips were surprisingly soft against your own, his eager mouth swallowing your shared groan, his tongue gliding against yours as he twisted and bore you down onto the sofa cushions.
He cleared his throat, nuzzling your cheek. "I don't think I can be gentle with you."
"I don't want you to," you murmured, twisting beneath him to pull him more fully on top of you. He drove a knee between your thighs and you couldn't help but grind against him as he licked a stripe up the column of your neck. His teeth scraped softly against your skin, his tongue following to lap up the thin line of blood that beaded there. Then he was grabbing you, his fingers digging into the meat of your waist and you clung to him, your nails trailing furrows down his back.
"Please," he whispered, his voice strained as you rubbed against him like a cat.
"Yes." You made sure to keep your voice steady, threading your fingers through his hair and tilting your head to the side. He inhaled, hissing your name, his breath chilly on your skin. You yelped when his teeth broke the skin once more, pain flaring through you before easing into something delicious, something sinful and indulgent. Your head dropped back and Eddie cradled the back of your neck, holding you still. He rolled his hips against you and you trailed your fingers over the expanse of his chest, down his abdomen to the hem of the towel. He growled and something in you snapped at the sound, wild, needy, and hot. You pulled impatiently at the loose knot at his hip and the towel fell away, his length twitching in your hand.
Eddie pulled away at your first stroke of his cock, red smeared across his mouth and down his chin. And when he kissed you, you tasted the metallic tang of your own blood. Your hand tightened around him and the sound he made was close to a snarl as he leaned forward and licked at the mess he'd made of your neck, trailing his hand down your body to rub against your center. You bucked your hips forward, searching out his touch and he obliged quickly, pushing your underwear to the side, finding you already wet for him. His thumb brushed your clit and you gasped, your back arching off the couch.
"More," you groaned between clenched teeth, hitching one leg higher on his waist. Two thick fingers pierced you as he placed wet, open mouthed kisses to your chest, licking at the hollow of your clavicle and mumbling your name. He pressed his hips forward, thrusting into the tight grip of your fist.
His fingers were cool against your heated flesh, soothing you even as he made you writhe and buck beneath his hand. You felt loose, wanton, and need coiled in your belly as you whimpered for his touch.
“Shit,” Eddie hissed. “You’re so fucking warm.”
You clasped the back of his neck and pulled him closer as you guided his cock where you needed it most. Both of you groaned when he fitted the blunt, swollen tip at your entrance. The stretch was delicious, a promise of even more to come and oh, you wanted him to fill you. Your fingers still wrapped around his length, you squeezed, pulling him deeper inside you. His breath fanned loud and ragged against your ear as he fought to maintain control.
At least, until you met his eyes and whispered “Please.”
With a snarl, Eddie buried himself inside you. The force of it shoved you up the cushions until you reached a hand back to brace yourself against the arm of the sofa. Just as desperate to keep you still, to hold you down and claim you, Eddie seized your hips tight enough to bruise.
“Fucking vixen,” he rasped, the hint of a smirk in his voice. “So tight. So fucking good.”
His praise lit a fire in you and you matched him thrust for thrust, moaning every time his thick cock pushed inside you, stretching you until you thought you would split apart. You realized you had never wanted anyone this much, been this aroused. It stripped any sense of shyness or hesitance away, leaving you free to give yourself over to him in whatever way he wanted.
“Oh fuck, you feel so good. Fuck me harder, Eddie please. Don’t stop, don't stop,” you chanted, babbling mindlessly. Dimly, you were aware of the arousal leaking from you, smearing your thighs and urging Eddie to take you harder, faster, more.
Eddie reached between you, his thick fingers rubbing slick, tight circles against your clit. You were so wet you could hear it and it was obscenely hot, winding you up tighter and tighter. Your breath caught in your throat and you keened, a wild, animal sound you’d never made before. “That’s it, baby,” he urged. “Let yourself go. I’ve got you.”
“Please, please, please,” you whispered, your voice ragged, unsure of what you were begging for but desperate for more, for whatever this was to never end. Eddie’s mouth was back at your throat, his teeth piercing your skin, and the sharp sting of pain threw you over the edge. Your orgasm bloomed through you, violent in its intensity and you shouted his name, biting down on his shoulder to muffle the sound.
“No, I want to hear you,” he mumbled against your throat, his thrusts deep and uneven as he fought to hold back his own end.
You whimpered his name, the overstimulation threatening to overwhelm you as he kept rubbing lazy circles against your clit. Your hands tangled in his hair, yanking his mouth to yours. Ignoring the shock of pain at your neck as his teeth ripped away from your skin, you licked into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue and moaning. He followed you over the edge, coming hot and deep with a grunt of your name, his fingers digging bruises into the flesh at your hips.
After what felt like an eternity, your heart rate slowed and your breathing calmed. You shivered, Eddie’s cool skin against the sheen of sweat that coated your body sending goosebumps erupting over your arms and legs. Nudging him gently, you moved from beneath him, but his hand caught your wrist as you stood. His eyes were soft when he looked up at you, pleading and nervous.
“I need a shower,” you answered the unasked question. He pushed off the couch and followed you to the bathroom, a shadow at your back.
You turned the water to hot, praying to whatever god that listened that it would be enough to ease the aches and knots that had started twisting your muscles. Turning to face Eddie, you gathered his hair up in a knot at the top of his head and secured it with a hair tie, a few riotous curls escaping to frame his face. He quirked a brow at you and you shrugged. “No sense in getting it wet again.”
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After your shower you lay in bed, your limbs tangled with Eddie’s. Kate Bush played softly in the background and Eddie dragged his fingertips across your scalp, slowly easing the headache that had begun to pound at your temples. You were tired, exhausted even, but you were afraid to close your eyes, terrified that if you did, he would simply disappear.
“We should probably talk about, well… everything,” he said softly.
“Yeah,” you mumbled in agreement. The unsaid questions hung heavy in the air.
What the hell happened to you?
What’s really going on in Hawkins?
Do you feel this too?
After a pause, you ventured “Can it wait until tomorrow?”
You could feel the tension leaking out of Eddie, disappearing like smoke as he relaxed into your arms. “Oh, absolutely.” He mumbled it into your shoulder, pressing lazy, open mouthed kisses to any skin he could reach. You did the same, slipping in and out of sleep, drawn back by the need to reassure yourself that he was still there, to keep mapping his body in the dark.
You finally drifted off with his weight comfortably above you and your arms around his waist, each clinging to the other in a silent promise.
I’m here.
You’re safe.
I’ve got you.
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munsin x female reader#eddie munson#vampire eddie munson#joseph quinn#stranger things fic#stranger things 4 fic#morningstar#my fic
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got angst on the mind today y'all,,,,,
steddie angst below the cut
okokok so someone has probably already written this BUT
what if Eddie never tried to be a hero? never left that trailer in the upside down, never left dustin alone, etc. they both survive (I'm going with vecna was defeated so without someone controlling them they drop dead all at the same time)
but there's a frantic call on the walkie coming from Nancy
Steve is taken down somehow. Weak and still breathing, still has a pulse, but her and Robin need help moving him
Eddie and Dustin make it over as fast as possible
Eddie barely managed to get Steve out from under a near hysterical Robin. Steve is in and out of coherency, it seems like he took another hit to his head.
Eddie just keeps talking in an effort to keep him awake until they can get him to a hospital, to keep from breaking down himself.
"You know, never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I'd have Steve Harrington in my arms like this."
"You dreamin' about me, Munson?" Steve slurs back. He has the ghost of a smile on his face.
The frightened tears Eddie's been successfully keeping at bay so far suddenly threaten to spill. "Yeah, and I'll tell you all about it later, you just gotta stay with us, alright? Promise." His voice is shaking. He can feel Steve start to go further limp against his chest.
Steve hums as his eyes start to flutter closed. "'M gonna hold you to that."
Eddie tries to jostle him back to full consciousness. "Steve? You gotta stay awake, man, okay? Steve, you hear me?" Eddie loons down only to find Steve's face has gone totally slack; he can't tell if he's even breathing.
Goddamnit, Steve. Eddie breaks out running towards the gate that's finally in sight, grateful for the adrenaline still coursing through him. He'll be damned if Steve doesn't make it back, even at his own expense.
#maybe its the seasonak depression hitting but for some reason this won't leave me alone#seasonal***#if someone wrote this already please please please send it to me#steddie#angst#major character death#maybe maybe not idk if i would rather it be hurt/comfort or hurt/no comfort#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#dustin henderson#actually pretty proud of when it gets to dialogue? the rest im not as sure about it's just me rambling#didnt know how to also keeo track kf everyone else so theyre kinda only there in the beginning#i def won't continue this myself but if anyone else wants to please feel free#the like 'you dreamin about me munson' popped into my head while i was doing dishes at work and won't leave me alone
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I think I'm sick
Written for sicktember 2023 prompts
1. Hopelessly bad at self care
4. Hiding an illness
8. Persistent fever
Steve took pride in his role as babysitter.
He was great at taking care of the kids. He was there whenever they needed, whether it was a quiet place to escape to when the post Upside Down nightmares got too much, a ride to the arcade, or a movie night, he was there.
He even took care of Robin, driving her to school or work. Helping keep her folks off her back about getting a boyfriend. He would do anything for his platonic soulmate.
He had helped take care of Eddie more recently too, driving him to appointments with doctors and physical therapists as he'd recovered from his not insignificant injuries inflicted by the demo bats. The biggest upside of all the time spent together being their still new relationship.
Steve was not, however, very good at taking care of himself.
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It was mid way through summer break, Eddie was almost back to full strength, the Byers and Hopper had moved back to Hawkins and the kids decided they were going to have a pool party at Steve's.
They hadn't really asked, but he also didn't really mind. His parents had written to him and said they weren't coming back but he could keep the house. He was fairly sure it was only because real estate sales in Hawkins had tanked after the 'earthquake' and not out of any sense of care for his well being. Despite that he was happy to accommodate the little hellions and let them have their fun.
He had been working doubles for three weeks for extra cash wanting to make this special. He had food and drinks organised, the pool was clean with some new pool floats. He had music ready to go. Everything was set for the party.
He just hadn't banked on waking up that morning feeling feverish and ready to keel over.
"Shit," Steve groaned to himself as he forced himself upright. When that proved to be a terrible idea, the room spinning sickeningly around him, he flopped back onto his pillow.
Time had no meaning and he had no idea if he'd been lying there for minutes or hours when he finally managed to get himself upright.
He didn't remember the short trip to the bathroom but upon finding himself there he searched the medicine cabinet for a fever reducer. Eventually succeeding in finding some tylenol he dropped the pills in his mouth and drank some water directly from the faucet before swallowing them. He was freezing, and though logically he knew it was just from the fever he decided his next task would be to take a hot shower.
Stripping out of his boxers and a t-shirt that may or may not have belonged to Eddie (it was definitely Eddie's) Steve turned the water on and stepped in the shower.
The hot water felt wonderful, but despite the steam filling the room telling him the water was certainly warm enough, his skin still broke out in goosebumps and he gave a slight shiver. He turned the hot tap up just a little more, letting the steam help clear the congestion building in his sinuses. He turned to grab his shampoo, but the too hot shower and the fever left him dizzy and slowed his reaction time. He overbalanced, twisting his ankle but somehow managing to land on the floor in a way that didn't cause any further damage.
Still feeling dizzy, ankle now throbbing Steve sat on the shower floor and leaned his head against the tiled wall beside him. The cooler tiles seemed to help clear his head a little, or perhaps the medicine was beginning to work, eventually though he felt alright enough to stand up, slowly, and turn the water off.
Steve almost cried as the cooler air of the bathroom hit his bare skin, he quickly wrapped himself in a towel and limped back to his bedroom to get dressed, ankle throbbing with each step.
Getting dressed turned out to be a far more difficult task than usual.
Everything seemed so much harder than it should.
But Steve was a good babysitter, a good best friend, and even a good boyfriend, or so he hoped. So despite the fact his head felt heavier than it normally did and getting dressed was so damn hard he forced himself to get ready and go downstairs to start setting up.
He hadn't looked at the time since waking up but Steve was dismayed to find it was already after twelve. He should have been up hours ago to get everything set up. Thankfully he'd already done all the shopping and sorted out the pool. Everyone was due to come over from around two so he began to get snacks out and set chairs up in the backyard as quickly as he was able.
Thirty minutes later he had managed to drag some chairs out and get them set up around the pool. He had also got the table from their outdoor setting moved near the backdoor. Now to set up the boombox and snacks.
By the time he was satisfied everything was ready it was almost two. Taking stock of himself he was happy to note that his fever didn't seem to be an issue anymore and the pain around his eyes and forehead from congestion had settled to a manageable ache.
His twisted ankle was still sore but he'd just put his foot in the pool later to help with any swelling.
Despite the painkillers he still felt exhausted and happily collapsed onto the lounge while waiting for everyone to start to arrive.
Within moments of sitting down and putting his ankle up the doorbell rang.
"Here we go. You can do this Steve," he muttered to himself as he pushed himself back up off the lounge.
Whoever was at the door was now knocking continuously as Steve made his way to the door.
"Henderson quit it!" Steve barked as he opened the door.
Dustin, flanked by Mike, Lucas and Nancy, paused mid knock, fist almost hitting Steve's chest.
"Well why was it even locked Steve! You knew we were coming!" Dustin asks, throwing his hands in the air and pushing his way past Steve into the house. The dramatic motion just reminds Steve of Eddie rather than annoy him like it probably should.
"Go on through guys," Steve says to the rest of the group still standing outside. He steps out of the way and motions them through. Mike and Lucas rush past, following Dustin and Nancy gives him a warm smile.
"I spoke to Jonathan not long ago, their group shouldn't be far off," Nancy tells him.
"Thanks Nance. Eddie's picking Robin up so they will be here soon too."
Nancy heads on into the house and before Steve can close the door Eddie pulls up in his van. Robin just about throws herself out of the vehicle and runs to Steve, throwing herself at him.
"Never again Steve! Never again. From now on you drive me everywhere. Your boy friend is a fucking menace."
Eddie comes up behind Robin, grinning at Steve as he approaches and overhears Robin lamenting his driving.
"Come on Buckley, it's not that bad! Live a little!"
Robin turns on Eddie with a glower, "I'd like to keep living Munson! That's why Steve is going to be my one and only ride forever more!"
Eddie just cackles, Robin going inside after one last glare.
"Hey sweetheart," Eddie greets Steve, knocking Steve's shoulder on the way past. Steve follows Eddie inside and once the door closes Eddie spins around, arms caging Steve in as he presses Steve up against the door. Eddie closes the short distance between them but only manages the barest press of his lips against Steve's own before Steve ducks down under are of Eddie's arms and starts to make his way to the backyard.
Eddie watches with confusion as Steve walks away shaking his head before trailing after him.
Steve knows Eddie will probably be wondering why Steve pulled away, he only hopes that he puts it down to Steve taking hosting duties too seriously rather than the fact he doesn't want to risk Eddie catching whatever he's coming down with. If he tries to keep his distance by keeping busy hopefully nobody will catch his cold or whatever this is and once they go home he can just get an early night and be fine by morning.
It's not too long before Hopper arrives with El and the Byers clan in tow.
The day is proving to be a warm one, the kids all being nagged into applying sunscreen before they took to the water.
Robin, Nancy and Jonathan were sitting together discussing something rather heatedly, Hopper was sitting on a deck chair nursing a beer and Joyce was at his side watching the kids with a smile as she sipped at a glass of wine.
Eddie had been busy taking control of the music and leaving Steve to mother her the kids.
With everyone happy and occupied Steve took the opportunity to head inside for a few minutes to escape the noise. He loved the kids so much but they were loud and his head hurt.
Steve made his way back upstairs to his bathroom to take some more tylenol, on his way back downstairs a wave of dizziness washed over him, the ankle he had twisted earlier almost gave out and he had to slide down the wall to sit on the steps. Steve closed his eyes and massaged his temples hoping for the pain and dizzy spell to pass before anyone noticed he was missing.
Somehow he managed to sit uninterrupted for a few minutes before he heard someone coming towards the stairs.
“Stevie? Where’d you go baby?”
“Hey Eds, I’ll be right there,” Steve calls back. He hears the footsteps pause and takes the moment to get back on his feet. He just makes it down the last few steps.
“Hey Steve. You alright baby?” Eddie looks worried, the last thing Steve wanted was to make anyone worry. That’s why he hasn’t told anyone he’s not at his best. How was he still fucking this up?
“Of course. I’m fine. Just had to duck upstairs for a minute. I was just going to go check on the food, see if we need more snacks or more drinks.”
“The food and the drinks are fine Stevie. I missed you. Come on, come outside and sit with me for a bit. Please?”
How could Steve say no to that? Eddie looking at him with those dark bambi eyes of his was a weakness of Steve’s and they both knew it.
Steve cracked a grin and nodded, letting Eddie grab his arm and drag him outside to the others.
The afternoon passed in a blur of food, music and conversation. Steve spent as much of it as possible away from the rest of the group, refilling snacks or fetching drink refills. Any excuse to get away. In the moments alone he would blow his blocked nose or just sit inside away from the noise. His head ached, despite the tylenol and the pressure building in his sinuses was enough to make his teeth hurt. He loved spending time with the kids and Hopper and Joyce. Would normally never pass on a chance to hang with Robin. Then there was Eddie, this thing between them was still so new, so fresh, but it felt right. He was more comfortable with Eddie than anyone else he'd ever dated. The biggest issue was that Eddie took notice of Steve, and right now he didn't want anyone to notice how awful he was feeling.
So he took moments where he could and when he was outside with the others he tried to sit and rest his still throbbing ankle.
Finally Joyce called it.
"Alright kids, it's getting late. Time to wrap this party up and get you all home,"Joyce said to the group, sometime after the sun had set and everyone had eaten their fill of burgers that Hopper had cooked up for dinner.
The party all groaned but despite Steve's efforts, Eddie seemed to have twigged to the fact that his boyfriend was, at the very least, tired and ready to settle down and relax.
"Come on kiddos, Joyce says it’s time to leave so it’s time to leave!” Eddie announced, cutting off the grumbling from the younger teens.
Robin had been watching Steve for the last hour and she seemed to be having a silent conversation with Eddie before she stood with the rest of the group.
“Nance, mind if I grab a ride?” Robin asked.
“Of course, Jonathan and I can give you a lift. Come on,” Nancy replied, with a smile.
Robin stopped to hug Steve whispering in his ear, “You know I’m onto you mister. Get some rest.”
Steve just sighed and nodded as she pulled away and left with the others.
Finally it was just Steve and Eddie left.
“Alright Stevie, you gonna share with the class what has been going on with you today?” Eddie asked, rounding on Steve as soon as the door closed.
Steve, who was by this stage feeling like his fever was and truly on the rise, briefly contemplated sending Eddie home and just crawling into bed to die alone. Well, that might have been an exaggeration, but it didn’t really feel that way in the moment. In the end, the look Eddie was giving him was enough to break him. Well, that and the fever that was making him start to shiver and sweat simultaneously while the room began to spin.
“Eds, I think I’m sick,” Steve finally admitted, stumbling into Eddie until the metal head helped guide him to sit on the floor. Eddie coaxed Steve into sitting with his head between his knees, at least as much as his position on the floor would allow, and then began to scrub slow circles on Steve’s back.
When Steve finally felt like he could sit up again Eddie was there ready to help. He pressed the back of his hand to Steve’s forehead and frowned at his boyfriend.
“Why didn’t you tell me baby? Everyone would have understood. You should have been resting,” Eddie asked as he helped Steve up off the floor and led him over the couch.
Before Steve could even try and come up with a reply Eddie stopped him.
“You know what, I know why and I love how much you care about those kids and everyone else but you need to take care of yourself too.”
“I took some tylenol earlier,” Steve mumbled, looking down into his lap.
“Well I think it wore off baby because you are very hot, and not just to look at,” Eddie said, coaxing Steve into his arms. Steve was exhausted and as much as he worried about getting sick he decided to take the comfort on offer for once. “Come on, rest your head for a minute and then we’ll get you some more medicine and off to bed. Let me take care of you please?”
“Alright. Thank you,” Steve said, voice muffled from where he had his head buried in Eddie’s chest.
“You are more than welcome sweetheart. Next time promise you will say something though? Please?”
“I promise,” Steve replied.
Eddie pressed a kiss to the top of Steve’s head and Steve just let himself drift. He had made sure the kids were taken care of and had their day as planned. Now he would let Eddie take care of him.
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I need to see Nancy grabs a bat and so ready to hit a person when she sees someone tells Robin she talks too much and it's annoying
i loved this prompt!! apologizes for getting it out so late. i hope you enjoy!
summer breeze (2,351 words) tw // use of a homophobic slur
Sure, Nance could understand that maybe Robin’s frantic motormouth qualities could be a little off-putting. But only when you first met her - if you couldn’t fall in love with her within five minutes of excited, obsessive conversation, Nancy couldn’t believe you had a heart. How could you not?
But some people in Hawkins did, indeed, have no heart. And that, judging by everything that’d gone down the past few years, wasn’t a total surprise. Nancy knew there were assholes in this town. She’d had her fair share of sexist interactions - Hawkins Post comes to mind, as well as beat-down intimidation from powerhungry teenage boys - rest in pieces, Jason. And logically she knew Robin must’ve as well.
Robin wasn’t younger than her and she certainly wasn’t naive. She’d been in the Hawkins workforce as long as Nancy, longer even - she’d gotten a job her sophomore year whereas Nancy’s first had been the summer of her junior year. But still Nancy desperately wanted to protect her from any and all outside threat. She wanted to wrap her up in her arms and keep her tucked apprehensively against her chest, like one might a small bird or something equally as precious.
Unfortunately that wasn’t possible because Robin a. wouldn’t let her and b. Robin was about half a foot taller. So no chest-holding for Nancy. That didn’t stop her from trying, though.
“I think what they say about short people is true,” Steve said through the side of his mouth, absentmindedly stirring his half-eaten pudding cup. Nancy, who had set up shop studying for the Emerson placement tests off to the corner of the Family Video counter, glanced up in confusion. They’d hardly spoken the whole hour and a half she’d been there - not from any tension but because she and Steve were at the point where friendship didn’t have to be fueled by words. He’d pass her a pudding cup. She’d rewind a few tapes for him when customers got too clogged and his busy work stacked up.
“What?” Nancy asked, halfway through a scoop of pudding and still residually focused on the question about Dickens’ social meaning in Tale of Two Cities.
“That you guys don’t have enough room to store your anger,” Steve explained, waving around his spoon. A wicked grin came onto his face, no doubt an expression he picked up from Eddie. “So it all comes out the top. Like you’re a tea kettle or something.”
“I’m not an angry person!” Nancy exclaimed, feeling slightly offended.
“Did I say your name?” Steve quirked an eyebrow in reply, but something in his toothy smile told her he’d definitely been talking about her. After a moment he slid down the counter, arms scratching against the purple plastic, and leaned over her textbooks. “But, just you so know, you’re a fairly angry person.”
“I absolutely am not,” Nancy retorted. Embarassingly this conversation was making her a little angry. But it was a justified anger. Always a justified anger. “Robin, am I an angry person?”
“I think it’s hot you get so worked up over things you’re passionate about,” Robin’s head appeared from where she’d been busy setting up a new window display about the recent Indiana Jones movie. She walked over, hands nearly overflowing with tapes, to come stand beside Nancy and smile at her. Somehow that was all it took - just a pink, flushed grin from Robin and Nancy fell apart.
“Yeah?” Nancy asked, realizing all too late her voice came out breathy and embarassing. On the other side of the counter, Steve fake-gagged. Neither girl paid him any attention.
“It’s cute how red the tips of your ears get,” Robin said, flicking Nancy’s (totally red) ear for emphasis. Her fingertips drifted from the skin to Nancy’s hair, tucking a stray curl behind and running a loving pointer finger against her neck. Nancy took a sharp breath in.
The familiar jingle of the door’s bell harshly interupted then. The two girls pulled away relunctantly. It was difficult to get a reminder that no, Family Video wasn’t some gay heavenly paradise. It was just a shitty little store in a shitty little backwater town. Robin ducked down to eat Nancy’s hovering handful of pudding quickly, shooting her a wink before she rushed away to meet with the customer.
“Shit,” Steve was back, voice low and teeth clenched. Nancy furrowed her brow.
“What?”
“That’s Dash Winkleman,” Steve spoke in a low, warning tone. Nancy followed his eyes to where he was staring, unwaveringly and angrily, at the kid who’d just walked in. Robin was speaking to him, customer service smile plastered on but hands wringing themselves out by her waist. “He and Robin used to be friends. He’s a real asshole.”
“I’m starting to see a pattern,” Nancy murmured, glancing back at Steve with a tentative smile. He didn’t even smile back - a clear sign that this guy was bad news. If he was pissing Steve off this much, who knew how upset it made Robin.
“I’m a reformed asshole,” Steve corrected. “Dash is a permanent dickwad. Always has been, always will be.” Even from a ways away, Nancy could see Robin’s face getting red. Her stomach churned at just the mere concept of Robin getting upset. That somebody was making her this upset - this Dash. Dash, who Nancy had never seen nor particularly cared about. She squared her shoulders and made a move to walk over, but Robin and Dash were making their way to the counter already.
“-jesus, I get it,” Dash’s voice cut in through the thick sound of the droning fan from the backroom. “You’re just as annoying as you’ve always been, Robin.”
“Excuse me?” Nancy hissed. As she went to move, Steve’s hand reached out to grab her arm.
“Robin wants to fight her own battles,” Steve told her. At Nancy’s furious expression, he relented his grip slightly. “Just saying from experience. She got super pissed the last time I tried to cut in on her conversation when this asshole came in bothering her at Scoops. And Dash doesn’t take anybody serious - at least, nobody on the social pyramid.”
“Lucky I’m not a jock then, yeah?” Nancy retorted shortly, shaking her arm free.
“-can’t talk to me like this anymore,” Robin finished, folding her arms across her chest. Dash didn’t look convinced.
“Listen, Robin, I’m just trying to help you,” Dash said, lifting his hands up placatingly. It did nothing of the sort. “If you keep the motormouth, nobody’s gonna want to talk to you. Or your, uh. Other quality.” Ugh. Nancy was getting increasingly sick of this particular type of dickhead. Especially if he was gonna keep accusing his girlfriend of being ‘annoying’.
“Hey, asshole,” Nancy snapped, coming to stand beside Robin. Dash’s eyes flicked to her with an ounce of surprise. “I’m not sure about which wire got clipped in that little brain of yours, but it’s clear something’s missing a connection up there - because if everything were normal, you’d be out the door by now.”
“Nancy Wheeler?” Dash asked, laughter in his tone. And okay, maybe Steve was right, because she could feel her ears starting to steam. “Since when were you and Nancy friends, Robin?”
“Since I decided to cut out all the assholes,” Robin snapped. “One in particular, actually.”
“Last time I checked, Nancy Wheeler hardly spoke,” Dash said, pointedly ignoring what Robin had said and instead turning on Nancy. He was sure acting like a real tough guy for only being about two inches taller than her. “I guess your motormouth rubbed off on her.” He raised an eyebrow. So the double meaning in that sentence was purposeful.
“Watch your mouth,” Nancy practically growled. Robin’s hand flailed out in the space between them, attempting to communicate something like calm the fuck down. Dash, with his beady little eyes, caught the movement and squinted.
“Watch your girlfriend’s,” He retorted. A shocked silence followed. “What, did I hit the nail on the head with that? Two dykes who don’t know when to shut their mouths-”
“Alright, get the hell out of my store,” Steve barked, swinging over the counter with a grace that usually escaped him. He stormed over, all five feet eleven inches looming menacingly. “Before I make you.” Nancy held out a hand to stop him. Dash raised his hands again, as if to say ‘I’m innocent’, but the smarmy grin on his face clearly said he thought he’d won. And Nancy couldn’t let that happen. He walked backwards through the double doors, starting to cackle as he reached the sidewalk. Nancy spun on her heels to face a seething Steve and a very shaken Robin.
“Your car’s unlocked, yeah?” Nancy asked. Steve nodded hestitantly and opened his mouth to verbally reply but she was already out the door.
She was out the door and crossing the parking lot in large, double-footed strides. Dash was a ways in front of her but he clearly heard her coming and turned, no doubt expecting another verbal reply. Instead Nancy shouldered past him, continuing her one-sight mission to Steve’s BMW - conveniently parked beside what she assumed to be Dash’s car. She popped the hood with one purposeful tug and found the holy grail.
“Jesus, you two are seriously the most annoying chicks in Hawkins,” Dash laughed as he came to stand behind her, much too close for Nancy’s liking. “If you ever get tired of getting your ear fuckin’ chewed off-”
She whirled around in a mad fury, nail bat gripped tightly in her hands and held out as a barrier between her and Dash. He jumped about five feet in the air, all smirk and smarm gone from his face. Now it was just terror. Delicious, delicious fear. That’s what he got for scaring Robin.
She swung it experimentally and Dash backed up so fast his legs smacked against the side of his car. It rocked at the sudden bump. He cowered. Nancy couldn’t help but laugh at how fast he’d dropped the cocky persona.
“Who’s talking now?” She asked. Nancy swung the bat again and Dash let out an honest-to-God whimper. “Bother Robin again and you won’t come away with anything left on your stupid rat face, much less a mouth.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Dash whispered, hands covering his head. “Oh my god, oh my god-”
“Nance!” Robin called out across the parking lot. She and Steve were bounding over. She had this amazed, almost reverent look on her face.
“Apologize to her,” Nancy commanded, gesturing to Robin with the bat. Dash looked up through wet eyelashes.
“I’m sorry,” Dash whimpered to Robin, who’d come to stand beside Nancy.
“Whatever, Dash,” Robin replied with an eyeroll.
“I don’t wanna hear anything from you,” Nancy ordered, swiping the bat just inches away from where his arms had come up to cover his head. “Got that, mouthbreather?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Dash whimpered. “Please, just let me go-”
“Get the hell out of here!” Nancy shouted, lifting up the bat enough to let him scurry and open the driver’s seat door. Dash was practically tripping over himself trying to move fast enough, hands shaking and fumbling with the keys. The car sputtered to life. “You know, I’ve never seen anything so fucking pathetic in my life.”
Dash put his car in reverse so fast it physically lurched, churning out of the parking lot with a screeching from the tires and an eruption of smoke. Nancy watched the back of his car go and then Robin’s arms were around her neck, pulling her close. Their heads knocked together when Robin yanked her in, Robin’s breathy laugh pressed up against her ear.
“Nancy, you’re, like, the coolest person ever,” Robin gushed. “Seriously, that was legendary.” Nancy shrugged, suddenly bashful with all the attention from her girlfriend.
“He was making fun of you,” Nancy said, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. “And I don’t want you to let him make you think you’re annoying. ‘Cause you’re not. You’re the opposite of annoying.” The bat clattered to the pavement as Nancy wrapped her arms around Robin’s waist, swaying her absently.
“Jesus, Nancy, you made me nearly shit my pants and you weren’t even looking at me,” Steve laughed. Nancy only just remembered he was there. He scooped to pick up the bat, handling it fondly as he placed back in his trunk and slammed it shut. “Glad the bat could be of service.”
“I gotta get my own,” Nancy announced. “Call it my Robin Defense Stick.”
“Maybe we could come up with a better name,” Robin suggested with a wince, though the dopey smile on her face suggested otherwise. “You really don’t think I’m annoying?”
Nancy’s grip on her waist tightened nearly a hundred percent. She pulled her closer and tucked her nose to Robin’s light brown hair with a fervent shake of her head.
“No fucking way,” Nancy promised. “Dash is an asshole and honestly, I’m a little disappointed I didn’t get to bash his nuts in.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll call you next time and you’ll get the first strike,” Robin promised, reaching up a hand to tangle in Nancy’s curls and hold her head to her shoulder.
“There better not be a next time,” Nancy grumbled.
“Not to interupt, but we do have another hour until our thirty,” Steve spoke up again, considerably awkward. Robin looked up and rolled her eyes jokingly at him, untangling herself from Nancy in a very disappointing manner.
“Alright, alright,” Robin waved him off. She and Steve started off back towards the doors and Nancy followed, catching up to make the group of two a group of three.
“If I’m gonna defend you from any potential name-calling assholes, I gotta keep a close eye on you,” Nancy said as explanation. Robin shook her head fondly and held the door open for her.
“Whatever you say, Nance.”
“Seriously! I’ll ask Jon how to make my own nail bat, don’t worry.”
“Ooh! Here’s a name idea: Dick Beater.”
“That’s a terrible name, Steve.”
“...Nancy’s Dick Beater?”
“Even worse. Somehow even worse.”
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no taking back
summary: it was only fun and games. but steve had other plans.
warnings: modern au, tooth-rotting fluff i guess, little but of swearing
+ olivia rodrigo’s sour album (stream besties), the movie tangled at the end because it just radiates as a comfort movie
yes a modern au !!! i just saw this on tiktok (the sour part, but the rest was my idea!) and thought it was so cute so it gave me an idea to make it as a fic, enjoy !!!
steve harrington x fem!reader
olivia rodrigo’s new album just released and you were thrilled to listen to it and stream it the whole day.
when you finally got to listen to it, you asked your friends—robin, nancy, and the party, if they listened to it and which ones were their favorites.
robin told you that her top three were hope ur ok, jealousy, jealousy, and brutal.
nancy said she really loved favorite crime.
max said hers was also brutal.
el told you that she played good 4 u and traitor on repeat that hopper had to go into her room to turn it down.
when mike comes over to the cabin he can assure that el does indeed play them on repeat and get pissy about it (but he secretly loves the album, but he wouldn’t let her or anyone know that).
and lastly lucas and dustin are fans of deja vu and 1 step forward 3 steps back. max even told you that they would sing the bridge of deja vu on the top of their lungs.
you slightly laughed at the memory of them telling you about it.
however, there’s one more person that you haven’t talked to about it yet.
steve.
your smile faltered and faded when he came across in your mind.
your feelings for him had deepened over the time and listening to the sour album made it feel like you two had broken up, which in fact, is not true because you were never together in the first place.
suddenly, an idea popped in your head. instead of being sad about steve, you thought about texting him, although it’s almost 1AM, you knew he’d still be up.
Sailor Man
You: hey
You: u up?
Sailor Man: duh
Sailor Man: this has been our nightly routine u always bother me when i’m about to go to sleep
You: fuck off
You: don’t pretend that you’re not binge watching outer banks until 4am
Sailor Man: i’m not?!?
You: yeah right
You: anyways
You: can u do me a favor
Sailor Man: will i get free pizza afterwards
You: no
Sailor Man: k
You: what the fuck
You: fine
Sailor Man: hehe
Sailor Man: what’s the favor ;)
You: dont get me started with that winky face i swear ure so dead when i see you at the wheeler’s house tomorrow
You: have you listened to olivia rodrigo’s new album
Sailor Man: ohh the bitter album?
You: ITS SOUR DUMBASS
Sailor Man: I DONT KNOW?!?
You: I CANT DO THIS HJAGSK
Sailor Man: shut up
Sailor Man: i’ve heard some of the songs but i haven’t fully listened to them
Sailor Man: why
You: can you like
You: ask me to be ur girlfriend then break up with me right after so i can experience and actually feel the whole sour album
Sailor Man: what
You: just do it !!
Sailor Man: you’re so funny (y/n/n)
Sailor Man: okay
Sailor Man: will you be my girlfriend?
You: yes !!!
You: ...
You: hello
You: dont tell me u fell asleep
Sailor Man: i’m not doing the last part you might as well forget about it
You: wjat
Sailor Man: :D
You: wtf
You: okay steve cut it out i’m not doing this anymore u’re not funny
Sailor Man: nope
Sailor Man: go to sleep we’re dating now that’s how this works
Sailor Man: okay i dont know if you’re still reading this now and i am terrified to say this to you in person like TERRIFIED. might piss my pants if i did. so (y/n/n), my favorite dumbass, my favorite person to talk to at night even if it interrupts my binge watching marathon, you make me so happy to the point that even when i sleep you’re still in my dreams. i like you. i have like the biggest fattest crush on you. and thank you for doing that sour album thing or whatever, because of that i get to finally ask you out
you rolled on your back after you read the message, facing the ceiling as your mind processed what just happened. was he playing with you? was he actually serious about asking you out?
Incoming video call...
Sailor Man
you took a deep breath before tapping the green button and placing it back down on the bed.
“hey,” you can tell that he was tired based on his voice. “can you show your face, please? i miss you.”
ignoring the butterflies in your stomach, you hesitantly lifted the phone and shifted your position to lay on your side. “hey.”
“hey yourself.” steve grins. that stupid grin that makes your stomach turn, that grin you always want to see everyday.
“what’s..up?” you avoided looking at him and started to admire your surroundings and the posters placed on your wall. this was the only time you were glad you weren’t with him in person.
“i just wanted to see if you’re okay.” of course he will ask that. he's steve. he cares about other more than himself.
“i am, thanks.” you showed a smile that doesn't reach your ears and steve knew something was bothering you. “hey, look. i'm sorry about my confession- if it made you uncomfortable i'm sorry-”
“no,” you cut him off, looking back at his face on the screen. “i’m fine, really. you don't have to apologize. i was just, surprised.”
there was silence between the two of you for a few seconds, before you spoke again. “did you mean it?” you voice was only above whisper but steve managed to hear them. “of course,” he answered almost too quick, without any hesitation. “i've been trying to find the perfect opportunity and had been asking god for signs because i can't make a move myself-”
“asking god?” you chuckled and steve smiled hearing them, glad that he somehow lightened the mood. “well, more like begging.” he continues and you giggled.
once your laughter died you both fell into silence again. you still couldn’t believe that out of a fun joke, it would turn into a whole another situation. “so, um.. just so you know, i’m not mad, or upset, or anything. i really was just surprised. it felt like a dream because i didn’t know that you like me back and all i did was just supposed to be a fun joke but—”
“hold on, back?”
“what?”
“like you back. you said i like you back.” steve sat up on his bed and fixed his hair as his eyes widened. “i did...” you said slowly, not catching up.
“does that mean you..”
then it hit you. “oh, right. yeah. i- i like you..too.” you waited for his reaction and once you saw him smile you couldn’t stop yourself from doing the same.
“i knew it. and well, i guess that confirms it. we’re dating now. no taking back.” he smirks then laughs when your rolled your eyes. “don’t flatter yourself, harrington. i did not say shit.” you pointed your index finger on the screen, barely containing your giggles.
“based on your beautiful smile i think you don’t need to say it. i like you, and you like me. we’re dating.” steve gives you a teasing smile. you tried keeping your serious face but it won’t last longer so you finally smiled again. “alright, fine. no taking backs. we’re dating.” you said then laughed as he whisper-yelled ‘yes!’ while fist pumping the air.
he soon joined your laughter and you stayed like that until your jaw was pretty much in pain because of your smiles. when it was all quiet again, you both just admired each other’s presence through the screens of your phones. “i wish i was there with you.” he mumbles. “yeah, me too.” you hugged your cold pillow beside you, closing your eyes for a moment and imagining it as steve.
“are your parents home?”
you snorted at his random question. “i’m actually alone right now, they’re out because dad got promoted at his work so he and mom and i think a few friends went out to celebrate. they should be home by an hour or two. why?”
“nothing.” was all he said before hanging up. you were left confused but then he’s your best friend after all, so you knew right then and there that he’ll do something stupid. after you turned your phone off you suddenly felt watching a movie so you went to the kitchen to make some popcorn.
when it was finished and had been put in a bowl, that’s when you heard your doorbell rang—in a pattern which you recognize, and only one person does that.
you let out a quiet laugh when you realized who it was and set the bowl on the counter before opening the door.
“hi!” steve greeted you with a smile. “uh, hi?” you laughed nervously and stepped aside for him to go in. “i smell popcorn, are we having a movie night?” he says as he steps inside and shrugged off his jacket. “actually yeah, i’m planning on watching—”
“tangled.” he finishes off, you subconsciously smiled upon hearing your favorite movie. “how’d you know?”
steve snatches a few popcorns from the bowl as you both arrived in the kitchen. “(y/n), you have watched that movie 7 times this week and always gush to me about it.”
“well, you’re the only one that is around my age that i can talk to with that movie. robin and nancy aren’t that into it.” you replied, grabbing the bowl and making your way back to your bedroom, steve following your heels. “and you think i’m the best option to talk to about that?” he asks, plopping down on your bed and resting his back on the headboard.
“you’re not complaining.” you shrugged as you grabbed your laptop and sat beside steve.
“yeah, probably because i like you.” it came out of his mouth casually. you froze in place and felt your cheeks heat up, finally nodding your head slowly, “..probably.” as you typed in the movie in your laptop you felt steve scoot closer, making your breath hitch.
you were both in a comfortable silence while watching the movie, except for a few jokes and comments that steve makes and him explaining how similar he was to flynn rider.
“you know, since i’m eugene, you could be rapunzel.” he suddenly says. you eyes were still on the screen but your eyebrows furrowed. “why? i’m nothing like her.”
finally looking at steve, you almost screamed how he was already looking at you. “oh, you are so rapunzel. you may not have the longest hair in the world, but you are pretty much similar.” he replies, smiling and not taking his eyes off of you.
you paused the movie and shifted your body towards him, intrigued by his explaination. “how so?”
“well, first off,” steve starts, resting his hands on the soft mattress. “you’re both sweet, you’re both a huge ray of sunshine, have gorgeous eyes and smile, and eugene is head over heels over you — and since he doesn’t exist in real life, i’d like to be the substitute.” he finished with a confident smile.
after about three seconds, you burst out of laughter. you laughed. as much as he loves the sound of your laugh, he can’t help but pout. “(y/n), i’m trying to be sweet here!”
“i’m sorry!- it’s just- i can’t help but laugh at your flirting.” you managed to say between your laughs. you know he’s kidding but he looked at you like he was offended.
your laughter died down and held steve’s face. “it’s cute, sorry.” you mumble with a little laugh. when he finally smiled you turned to your laptop and continued the movie.
steve gazes at you for a few more seconds before watching the movie with you again. “thank you.” you whisper, glancing at him.
“you’re very much welcome, my rapunzel.” he says smiling before he slides a bit down on the bed so his head could reach your shoulder and rests it there.
you giggled as you heard him whisper,
“thank you, olivia rodrigo.”
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Walking Home
Note: Okay it’s a boring title. Just a little ficlet about Steve being very cold and eager to get home to Billy who will angrily take care of him lol.
Steve could no longer feel his fingers.
Had he coherent thought in his mind, he might have considered that impulsively loaning his car to Mrs. Henderson had been a bad idea in the dead of winter. But Dustin’s mom had been stuck and he hated to think of her waiting around for rides in the snow or borrowing some unreliable beater from Rex Auto while she waited for her Oldsmobile to get fixed.
Steve had handed her his keys hours ago in the middle of Family Video and she’d practically burst into tears, she was so grateful.
Then he forgot all about it, worked the rest of his shift, bid Robin and Keith goodbye and finished up the register and locked up by himself. They were long gone by the time he remembered and the video store was already locked up and the alarm was set and he couldn’t unlock the alarm once it was set to go back inside without getting in trouble with “corporate” because it was a computerized system and they’d see it on the log later. Robin’s mother would happily have given him a ride. Keith would have given him a ride in his shitty brown Datsun that smelled like cheese puffs.
He could have called Billy for a ride, but it was eight blocks to the first payphone he could think of and since everything was closed, he’d end up waiting in the snow for Billy to come crawling up in the Camaro, the worst car in the world for driving on ice roads, so he had to drive very slow. He calculated that it would be faster to walk and hoped somebody would see him and pick him up.
But nobody saw him.
It was a Friday and that meant Family Video closed late at ten and most of the shops were closed, especially with the awful weather. No one was out on the street. and it was so dark and the visibility so bad with the snow, Steve feared he’d lose his way even following the road down into the woods to Hop’s old trailer overlooking the lake where he lived with Billy.
It was a much longer walk than he remembered it being in the fall when the weather was nice.
Three miles? Four?
It was deadly dark and much too quiet and all he thought about as he put one foot in front of the other was how he wished he had his bat at least. It was an eerie night: he couldn’t stop thinking of monsters.
He lost his footing three times and got wet with snow. He was wearing a thermal under a sweater under his best parka. He was wearing a beanie and decent gloves and thick socks under his boots. He felt like he might as well have been wearing a towel for how cold he was. The cold was tiny knives bulleting his skin. The cold had a vendetta. The inside of his nose ached.
One foot in front of the other down the endless dark road. But the woods...
Don’t think about monsters.
Think about Billy.
Billy Billy Billy. Billy would be home. Billy would be pissed as hell that Steve had not only loaned out his car but forgotten to call for a ride earlier. Then he wouldn’t have had to wait at all.
Billy would make him drink a shot of whiskey while cussing out Mrs. Henderson under his breath (even though he actually loved Mrs. Henderson now). Maybe he’d rub Steve’s hands and kiss his fingers with his warm, warm lips…
Billy…
The snow wouldn’t stop. It would hit his ankles soon, even in the road.
He wondered if he would get frostbite. How long did that take? Most winters these days, he successfully carted himself from heated shelter to heated shelter. He didn’t worry about things like frostbite. He couldn’t feel his fingers…
And then suddenly he was home.
He didn’t even remember turning off onto the sideroad into the woods that led to their trailer. He was on automatic pilot. And then there the trailer was with it’s bright yellow light on in front that made the icicles that hung from the porch awning glitter. His boots crunched in the snow as he passed the frozen lake.
Only now as he came nearer and nearer the steps up to their front door did he feel the terrible ache in his legs. His feet were two giant cement blocks for all he could tell.
Crunch crunch.
“Steve! Christ!” The door burst open and Billy came running down the stairs. “Where is your car! You did not seriously walk home! Why didn’t you call me! What the hell!”
Steve said something along the lines of: “Hh-huh...uh...ugh.”
Billy all but carried him inside. Steve wasn’t sure. He just felt Billy’s arms around him and seconds later the front door was shut behind him and-
“Ah.” Steve stood frozen in their tiny living room with the ugly brown shag carpeting and the second hand burgundy velour couch and the Sinclair’s old TV with wood paneling. He was home.
He was safe at home with Billy.
He was violently shuddering. He couldn’t speak for how hard his teeth chattered as Billy moved in a blur. Steve was hardly aware of it. He never moved from his spot, but somehow most of his clothes came off. Billy had fluffy clean clothes straight from the dryer.
“Y-your sw-sweatshirt,” Steve stuttered as Billy shoved it over his head. Billy had a gigantic old Los Angeles Raiders sweatshirt that Steve stole whenever he got the chance because it was the coziest thing in the world to wear and often smelled like Billy. It was kind of like wearing Billy himself. He hummed in relief and then faltered because Billy was moving his feet for him, dressing him in sweatpants and then thick fuzzy socks.
“Sit the hell down!” Billy commanded, and pointed at the couch. “Goddammit. The Beamer get stuck?”
“M-Mrs...Henderson n-needed it-”
“You had to loan your car to that cow in a blizzard!”
“B-be nice!”
“Why didn’t you call!” Billy bodily moved Steve to the couch where he plopped down, still rather stiff.
“I forgot.”
“Harrington, I swear to God!” Billy glowered down at him where he winced as he curled up on the couch, rubbing his still freezing hands together. “ Stay there!” He threw the little afghan throw that Mrs. Henderson herself had made for them over Steve’s head before running out of the room with one last: “Goddammit!”
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“Sure you’re okay there, baby?” Billy rasped.
Steve was wrapped in three blankets, a hot mug of spiked cocoa in his hands which had fully regained feeling. He was cuddled up on the couch with Billy, who would not remove his arm from around Steve’s shoulders. David Letterman was on TV.
“I’m fine,” Steve said for the fifth time. “I swear, I’m fine. But you’re really cute when you’re worried.”
“If you don’t remember to call next time, I swear to God…” But the threat was slightly undercut by the kiss he pressed to Steve’s cheek. “Be more careful, sweetheart. Alright? Jesus. Gonna drive me to an early grave and I’ve already died once.”
“Wow, you love me so much,” Steve said, smirking into his cocoa. “It’s kind of annoying really. You should get a life.”
Billy only snorted at that and tugged on one of Steve’s blankets, pulling it half over himself and snuggling up closer to his boyfriend. “I was about to call the National Guard when you were running late. Look what you turned me into, pretty boy. How’s that whiskey cocoa? You want me to turn the heat up? You want some more mac and cheese?”
“It’s eighty degrees in here and I’m full. Everything is good,” Steve murmured, and took another swallow that pleasantly burned going down. He set the mug on the coffee table and cuddled deeper under the blanket as he reached for Billy. “But you’re better. C’mere and warm me up some more.”
“Oh, I’ll warm you up any time you want,” Billy said, a bit of growl in his voice. He wrapped his arms around Steve under the blanket and kissed him deeply, and Steve revelled in the heat of that talented tongue that Billy so often used to tease. They made out lazily for a bit and then Billy laid soft little kisses along Steve’s throat and then took Steve’s hands in his own and kissed his fingertips.
“Thanks for taking care of me,” Steve said. He beamed up at Billy who stared fixedly back at him as if, should he look away, Steve might vanish into the dark and snowy night again.
Worth the walk home, Steve thought, and reached up under Billy’s sweater to press his fingers to the warm belly he found there.
“Yeah well, I love you like crazy, but it’s a pain in the ass sometimes,” Billy said, but he didn’t try to hide the smile on his face. “Come here, baby, lemme really warm you up,” he said, and pulled Steve closer.
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WIP Wednesday
Thank you for tagging me @lazybakerart 💗💋
I’ve got two big writing projects on my plate this week lol but one thing I’m kind of indulging is a break-up/getting back together fic that I actually started in this post, but I’ll share what I have so far underneath the cut ~
(and excuse me while I overshare, because I’m still stupidly proud of this The Mummy_au post that I made if anyone wants a taste of that)
Tagging (if you want) ✨ @ghostofjellyfishforgotten , ✨ @smashmouth-hargrove , and ✨ @withoneheadlight
(also just a heads up for the wip below: it’s once again me exploring my own asexuality through Steve, but I don’t know how far I’m going to go into it. Still, that might be a content warning people may need if they’re sex-repulsed 🌹)
Ch. 1
Sex with Billy was fine. Good, even.
When they finally moved past every look and touch being a threat veiled in a tease, Steve enjoyed looking at Billy. He enjoyed looking at Billy and discovering those California eyes already on him. He liked Billy’s hands. The man had beautiful hands; strong, thick fingers but...somehow elegant.
He liked Billy’s body, even though he sometimes worried that the guy seemed determined to break it ten different ways. Cigarettes, alcohol, excessive working out, and sometimes all at the same time.
Sex didn’t always mean Steve got to cum. Usually he didn’t, actually. But he enjoyed Billy’s kisses on his neck, and the taste of his tongue, and - admittedly - he loved just having all of Billy’s attention enraptured on him. Steve didn’t mind taking his dick inside because once he got used to it, that felt surprisingly good. When he managed the pleasurable sparks and sensational tingles that mounted into something explosive, he understood why sex was great. But for the more frequent, calm nights, he’d come to think of it as a weird yet pleasant massage.
So he took it. Because it was easier on his hands and knees, for one, and because Billy had a control complex. And Steve could hide his lack of enthusiasm.
Not to say that Billy was selfish or careless. Far from it, Billy Hargrove was an incredibly doting lover. Big surprise, there. Considering how the guy
Well
Existed.
Steve couldn’t really blame Billy for never noticing that he could go a long time without sex. Because Steve liked resting his hand on Billy’s chest while they watched a show or movie. It didn’t matter how much bare skin he had access to. In fact, the more coverage, the better. A clothed body is better to cuddle with than skin that can get sticky or irritated.
Steve liked kissing. He’d always liked kissing. Kissing was the reason he’d assumed he was like everyone else: the desire to kiss, crushes and girlfriends, masturbating, even the giddiness of sex with someone new.
But something fizzled out very quickly in Steve’s brain. Once hands and intent started moving beneath clothing, Steve just...didn’t want it. Suddenly a lot of things popped into his brain that he’d rather be doing. But he persevered because he loved Nancy, and her blooming sexual prowess and bravery was sexy.
Fun.
Billy was a whole big bag of new with an edge of scary that turned out to be more endearing than Steve thought possible. So it was easy to go like that for a while.
Normal.
Eventually he had to admit to himself that he didn’t like taking showers at 1am because he didn’t enjoy being covered in his own, and Billy’s, sweat. He didn’t like feeling the drips on his skin or the tackiness of too many skin oils on his hands.
He hated admitting to himself that he felt relief whenever Billy went out of town for work. He missed Billy, of course, but a lot of things had begun to snowball together in Steve’s life: changing jobs, managing bank accounts and savings, and there were a lot of truths Steve was facing outside of his relationship.
He was tired. Damn tired. He spent many days off wondering if people in their twenties feel this tired all the time or if it was just him. It must just be him. Because Steve sees Robin just as much as he doesn’t. She’s got goals.
And Billy
Billy has big dreams. He’s ready to work damn hard and already is. That’s why he uses his hefty gas money funds, to travel around. Scout the areas. Steve even drove him to the airport once, so Billy could really gain some distance over the weekend. Expand his network.
As if the universe knew, some bigwig passing through Hawkins on their way to Chicago ran right into Billy. A bigwig looking for a handsome, charismatic, young guy to mentor. It really couldn’t be more perfect than divine intervention. They’re Billy’s inlet to the business. Modeling, acting, freaking UNICEF ambassadorial work if he wants to feel extra important. If he gets big enough to have his face mean something around the world.
Within one conversation, he’s got a business card, and an appointment in a Chicago skyscraper next week to take measurements and do a rudimentary photo shoot. The manager warns him that it’s the agency getting to know him, but like any job interview, it’s his chance to interview them right back. Billy likes that a lot—feeling like he has a stake in something instead of just being a corporate pawn. And maybe he eats right out of the manager’s hand, but it’s still a shot. And he’s taking it.
He immediately goes to Steve’s work, fired up from seeing a future for the first time like he finally got the right prescription glasses. The only caveat is that Billy has to move out of Hawkins, which isn’t even a flaw, really. It’s as close to perfect as life’s ever been for him.
Steve can only listen quietly as he sits at the table in the break room. Because Billy’s got big dreams that are already coming true. Every detail of his enflamed speech is given over pacing feet; he can’t even bother to sit at the table. Billy’s got so much energy he’s already mentally and emotionally out the door.
Steve…isn’t. His mental health has been on a downward slope since before they graduated, and it won’t allow him to reach anywhere. He doesn’t have any dreams to steer him in any direction anyways.
Billy’s rant begins to wind down about what he wants to do; his fire about his dreams and his motivation simmers down to an even boil. Steve’s impressed and already proud of the person Billy will become, but Steve can also hear Billy’s frustration with him and their relationship.
For not keeping up.
Steve’s…kind of never been able to keep up. In bed or in life.
And perhaps the saddest part is that Steve doesn’t even have it in him to fight for it. For them. He doesn’t feel worthy enough to hold Billy back. So he doesn’t.
Billy snaps a little, “Why aren’t you saying anything? I’ve been talking about this for the last two years! Steve?”
He’d gotten distracted by looking at his backpack hanging on the wall. Steve’s throat hurt. Two years? God, it’s really been two years already…
He pinched his fingertips over the table as he began, “Billy, I support you. I know you can get there—wherever it is you want to be. I’m not going to tell you to stop or slow down. You’re going somewhere. But I’m…”
He took a breath to finally say it. “Not. I don’t know what I’m doing, and I don’t think I have the energy to figure it out any time soon. You should go.”
Steve can see the disappointment sinking through Billy’s features. And the anger that he’s so used to throwing up as a shield. Billy has so much energy coursing through him as it is, Steve can’t blame him for swinging right into the direction of livid.
The real surprise comes from how soft he speaks. No yelling. No hitting the table. No wrenching Steve up by his green uniform vest. They were long past those outbursts. Which…really just confirmed Steve’s decision. Billy had come a long way. He could go so much further.
“That’s what you have to say? Just like that…you’re really giving up on us?”
Steve knows he’s gaping like a stupid fish. But it isn’t just like that, is it? Billy’s been revving his engines to get the hell out of Hawkins ever since he got here in the first place. Steve tries to say as much, but Billy cuts him off.
“I thought you’d be excited for this. You should be hauling me out of here to pack my bags.”
Steve tries to offer a small smile, but his voice betrays him. “I thought I kind of am? I didn’t take you for the long distance type.”
It’s not the response Billy wants. That should make Steve feel better than it does; the blatant display that Billy wants more of Steve. His excitement, his attention, maybe his companionship…
Steve doesn’t know what he wants—or rather, he does. That’s the issue. Billy’s wants and Billy’s problems can all be resolved by leaving one critical piece behind.
Steve.
Some more things are said, but Steve doesn’t do well on the spot. Especially when the limelight is Billy. Steve fails the tests and he fails the interview. Billy storms out, leaving Steve at the table, pinching his fingertips white before he unconsciously glances at his backpack again.
The backpack full of apartment lease papers. The papers Steve’s already signed because even with his insecurities, the mornings he woke up to discover Billy spooning him after having returned in the middle of the night were his best days. Because Billy’s silly insistence on hand poured coffee was his favorite drink. Because Billy was funny and weird like an artist and loony like a nerd with his video games, and Steve knew—or at least hoped that—Billy loved him the day he started holding his hand while driving that stupid, loud, beloved Camaro—
Because Steve’s heart was a magnet. It stayed where it landed and tugged back even when pulled away.
All he’d needed was Billy’s autograph to be given the keys. Keys to the rest of their lives, if Billy wasn’t already so far away.
Ch. 2
Robin gripped Steve’s arm, hard. A gargled sound escaped him as he grimaced and tried to pry her hand off. Her other hand pointed at one of the catalogues on the store’s many counters. When he invited her with him to pick out glasses, he hadn’t expected to walk out of the freaking optometrist’s office with bruises…
Nor had he thought he’d see a familiar face in the catalogue. Plenty of models were looking editorial chic, advertising that anyone could look as good in whatever glasses they chose.
Except Billy really did look good. The picture was just a vague image outside, the camera focused on Billy’s three-quarter profile gazing off past the photographer.
“I didn’t expect him to actually be working this fast,” Robin admitted. “It’s been…what? Seven months, give or take? I thought casting calls for models were competitive.”
“Not if you look like Billy,” Steve huffed with a quiet mixture of humor, sadness, and just a sprinkle of spite. A sprinkle of jealousy, if he was being honest with himself. The self-help book tucked under the covers of his bed talked about honesty. So he admitted honestly, “He looks that good and knows how to stand out in a room…good for him.”
He could see in his periphery Robin looking up and scrutinizing him. “Really?”
Steve shrugged with a nod. “Yeah. What’s the other option? Him struggling for work?”
Robin sighed and plucked a display set of glasses at random to try on and occupy herself. “That’s big of you, but everyone wants something cathartic. It’s annoyingly impressive that he landed the front cover of a magazine in less than a year.”
Steve opened the catalogue to give them both a reprieve. “You wanna get food after this? Take your mind off the audition?”
For all the good being a band geek did, Robin had experienced her own humbling experiences over the last few months. Like failed auditions to be in city orchestras. She and Steve were feeling very stuck in Kansas while Billy gallivanted around Oz.
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The plot gets messy because years will actually go by, and Steve and Robin get married so that they can share insurance benefits (and be safe in their bi/lesbian open relationship, buy a house together, etc. It’s the life/happiness security Steve wants but obviously there aren’t any romantic feelings).
Of course this is when Billy happens to reenter Steve’s life. He’s got some hot-shot model he’s been seeing, and apparently Steve is married so there’s the added dash and twist of ~ cheating ~
I’ve been in some kind of mood, all right.
If you made it this far, thank you for reading lol.
#harringrove#wip wednesday#this is a long one i'm sorry lol#also do check out the mummy au linked above for a much happier wip lol#neonponders#lazybakerart#the art of steve in a blindfold can also be considered a wip?#i'll reblog it for everyone haha#ficlet#break-up/getting back together
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i'm lying (because i love you)
saw this post by @draculcid a few days ago and couldn’t get it out of my mind. then proceeded to write 1k words of a fic but then my motivation to write left because of school and then i suddenly got a burst of inspiration last night and i'm almost probably gonna polish it up for ao3 later but for now, here's a continuation of this beautiful headcanon
tw: abuse, bruises, billy went back home to neil's after star court bcuz it works for the purpose of the story.
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So billy drives max over to steve's every few days because steve's place is the unofficial meet up for the party's D&D nights. and max comes in and she's angry and brash and everyone is like ??? and mike yells at lucas to calm his girlfriend down and max yells back that she's not lucas' girlfriend anymore and lucas is like wait whaaaa???
and its one of those nights when steve’s really tired and every loud noise is making him jumpy and anxious and he just can’t deal with them today. So ofc he yells at the boys before turning to max. Goes to yell at her too but she’s hunched over and folded in on herself and this is a different type of angry than usual. It’s laced with fear this time. And she looks up at him when he asks her what’s wrong, but nothing comes out, so el moves to sit next to her. Squeezes her hand before turning to steve with those round eyes of her and says “old billy”
And that news just...hits him for some reason. Settles uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach because it’s been a few months since Starcourt and Billy’s lost all that Californian thrill that he used to parade around town with.
And steve used to see billy often after it first happened because he was max’s designated driver, so his name appeared on the hospital guest sheet almost as often as Max’s, and ten times as more than Neil’s. And it’s not like he and billy really ever spoke. More of a head nod at the beginning and end of each visit while max’s rambles filled the space between them.
But once Billy healed enough to leave, he just went back to Neil’s because apparently the government doesn’t care too much about a traumatized teenager in a small town in the middle of bumfuck indiana leaking military secrets to the press.
And Steve hated the idea of Billy going back to Neil’s because, well, because he had just gotten used to seeing Billy without the bruises, and he realized he kinda liked seeing the blues of billy’s eyes sparkling during his rare moments of happiness. And he definitely wasn’t ready to see the old bruises start to make their appearance again.
And yet. For whatever reason, his worry never seemed to come true. The bruises never returned and everything was normal.
But months passed and steve didn’t have a reason to be around billy anymore which meant he went from “billy hargrove who steve saw almost every day” to “max’s step brother who drives her around” and steve hates to admit it but he misses the old billy. The one who would sometimes stare at steve from his bed when he thought steve wasn't watching. But Steve was always aware of billy. Has been from the moment he first set foot in town.
So when he hears this news, that “old Billy” has returned, he hates it because old billy was angry and scared all the time, and old billy didn’t look at him like he was important. Like he saw something else in him. Like he was worth it.
So steve nods at max. Tells the kids he’ll be back, and musters up what little courage he has left before trudging outside. Thinks about how if Robin were here, she’d tell him to turn around and go back inside. Let Billy be the angsty teen he tries so hard to come across as by himself. But his mind and nerves don’t seem to agree on logic too much these days, so he goes anyways.
And when he finally gets to the camaro, billy straightens up as if he wasn’t just hunched over, head in his hands, and breathing heavily. Looking exactly like his sister, not sister. And billy looks up at steve with a bored expression. Answers really dryly like he’d rather be anywhere than here cuz he’s cool for this.
But steve can see the bruises decorating the side of his face. Can see the unblemished skin on billy’s knuckles, and steve just knows. Old billy.
So steve, shaking and scared himself, finally works up the guts to ask billy to come inside. Says something like the kids just started a new D&D game and it won’t be done for a while, so billy might as well come inside so he doesn't freeze even though billy has always run hot.
And billy stays silent, narrows his eyes at steve, which makes steve’s heart beat in his chest because the knows they’ve moved past that night in november, but this is old billy and old billy is really good with his fists and steve doesn’t want to be on the receiving end of that again.
But eventually, billy agrees. Says something snarky like “i’ve always wanted to see how the other half lives.” Shuts the camaro off and opens the door, hitting steve on the leg because he’s still a boy who doesn’t know how to properly accept love and care with his words.
Inside, the party barely spares them a look, but he knows they’re doing it out of a respect thing because max is still frowning and closed off. And billy sees her, starts off ignoring her as he walks around touching things. But his eyes keep finding her and she keeps shivering because she still has some of that california blood in her. And eventually he walks over. Yells at her for leaving her jacket at home before yelling at steve for having a cold house. And steve says he can put the heat on or get her a blanket, but billy waves him off before shrugging off his prized leather jacket and throwing it at max.
And something warm flutters deep in steve’s stomach as he watches their interaction. Something he hasn’t felt since nancy and it builds and builds inside of him.
And then he sees the bruises on billy’s side. Sees the small splotches of red peeking through billy’s white shirt. Watches billy wince as he continues his exploration of steve’s house.
Eventually, steve tells billy to follow him. Has to say it with faux authority because billy loves to argue. When they finally do get to the bathroom, steve forces billy to sit, so he can clean his wounds because “you’re gonna get blood all over my mom’s new carpet, and she’s gonna kill me” which is a lie ofc because it’s not like she’s ever home, and even when she is, she’s only sober long enough to point out whatever flaw of steve she can pick at.
But they’re focusing on billy tonight, so steve brushes off the slight overshare, and billy seems to understand because he lets steve clean him up. Lets him run a warm rag over billy’s abs. Even let’s steve wash his hair (which is a whole other argument). And after, steve gives billy some of his clothes. They have different body sizes so the only thing that fits are a pair of sweats and one of steve’s old sweaters. But watching billy come out from the bathroom wearing his clothes sparks something in him, and he thinks that old sweater might just be his new favorite now.
After, billy starts looking around steve’s room. Says something like “so this where the magic happens” as he waggles his eyebrows. And steve goes to roll his eyes but there’s something about billy looking soft and cozy as he sinks into the cushion of steve’s bed. And that warm feeling is back, and it’s spreading this time. And he has to look away because he’s starting to think of scenarios of billy sleeping in his bed not just for one night but for forever, and...yeah he can’t think of that right now.
So he uses this moment of billy being slightly distracted to go to the kitchen. Makes up another lie about billy having to stay in his room for whatever reason and billy agrees because “your bed feels so good, harrington.” and steve can’t take it anymore and he runs out blushing.
He comes back a half hour later with slices of pizza but billy protests because he’s on a strict diet of not eating whatever the fuck they put in Sal’s pizza. But steve is prepared this time, so he counters saying they had extra and they have to eat it all or else the racoons will get it and everyone is full, so billy has to eat the rest of it.
And steve has already been really weird tonight. Doesn’t want to make it weirder by watching billy eat. So he grabs the closest thing to him which happens to be some romance book from the 1800s that he took out for a school assignment and never returned.
But he’s made his grave already, so he starts reading it. Or at least tries to, but soon the words start blurring together because he keeps getting distracted, and he resorts back to an old trick of reading everything out loud to help him stay on track. And then he remembers billy’s still in the room, and he’s looking at him with this curious look. And steve feels like he’s in grade school again, about to get scolded for being disruptive, so he stutters out an apology, but billy cuts him off, saying he can’t hear the book when steve’s sitting so far away.
and there’s plenty of room on the bed.
So somehow, steve finds himself, sitting on his bed, one side of his body pressed to billy’s, reading an 18th century romance book. and there’s heat being passed between them, but there’s heat filling inside steve too.
Time passes and they get lost in the story, but then suddenly, there’s a loud bang followed by screaming coming from the living room, and steve immediately jumps up, reaching for his bat, but then he hears dustin yell out a “sorry steve” followed by a chorus of “sorry, steve.”
And it takes a second, but his heart rate is slowing back down, but then he looks over at billy, and his eyes are wide and his fingers are digging into his side and he’s breathing really heavily like he’s on the verge of crying or something and steve gets it...old billy.
So steve waits with billy. Helps him calm down by pressing billy’s hand to his chest, to help ground him. Once he’s a little better, steve says he better tell them to quiet down, and billy protests saying “don’t be such a mom, harrington” but the jumpiness is still slightly there in his eyes so steve shrugs him off saying “they’ve already had the cops called on them once because the kids were being obnoxiously loud” and he doesn’t need it to happen again. He doesn’t tell billy the incident was an argument over a video game or that the cop was hopper who didn’t even drive over because it wasn’t serious and it didn’t involve el.
Later, when it’s getting late, nancy and jonathan show up to take the kids home. As Steve talks to them, he notices max and billy arguing in the corner of the room. Eventually he works it out. Billy can’t go home tonight, but max doesn’t want him sleeping in his car because who knows what’s out there.
So steve offers, well more like agrees, to max’s question of letting billy spend the night. Billy protests and steve shrugs it off, saying he has multiple rooms in his house and he can sleep in any of those.
After everyone leaves, steve goes to set billy up in a guest room, but he notices him being hesitant about sleeping alone. And steve’s been lying all day, so he figures that one more can’t hurt so he says that billy’s gonna have to sleep in his bed tonight because the other rooms are filled with his parent’s souvenirs from their many adventures. And it’s so obviously a lie because they were just in a perfectly clean room, but billy smirks anyways and says something like “if you wanted me in your bed, just say that.”
They get back to steve’s room and curl up under the covers. And it’s so cold in steve’s house, so obviously they have to conserve heat by practically spooning each other. And it’s steve’s bed and he’s the one that’s cold, so he gets to be the big spoon this time. Which grants him a “you planning on there being a next time, harrington?” steve hopes billy can’t feel his heart fluttering.
A few minutes later, they’re laying there, both still awake. Because the worst part about living in the middle of nowhere is the constant sounds of nature. Steve’s used to it for the most part, but billy keeps tensing in his arms. So steve lies one last time and says something like “i hate the sounds of outside so i have to sing myself to sleep. Do you mind?” and billy shrugs, saying no. and steve starts singing something that’s not a bedtime song and his voice is bad, but it makes billy laugh which makes steve’s chest flutter and that warm feeling is back with a vengeance. But this time steve welcomes it.
As the song ends, billy’s breath starts getting slower and quieter, and steve thinks he’s asleep so he whispers a “goodnight hargrove” into billy’s hair.
But his calculations are off, and billy stirs in his arms, and steve freezes, nose still touching billy’s curls. And then billy turns around, still wrapped in his arms and whispers a “thank you, pretty boy” into his chest before snuggling deeper into steve’s arms.
#harringrove#billy hargrove#steve harrington#headcanon#and ofc billy ends up staying with steve indefinitely#probably says something like “this house is too big for one person#and they all live happily ever after#blah blah blah#fanfic#billy x steve#also u have no idea how long it took to post this#tumblr website didn’t want to cooperate so i spent over#and hour struggling to put it up#and then i tried to do it on my phone...and it worked the first time#so tired of this app#i feel so old and i’m only 22 oh my gosh#wrote this at 3am instead of sleeping so hello hello 😁#my writing
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Thigh fucking, you say? pt. 2
At the suggestion of @tracy7307, I’ve put together what I’m sure is not a comprehensive list of fics that feature the highly underrated sex act otherwise referred to as Intercrural.
I’ve split this into two parts - Part 1 contains all fics under 5k, and below you can find all fics over 5k.
Bottom Steve/Billy connotes whose thighs are being fucked.
Be Okay by XxmerthurcatxX
5.7k - Bottom Billy
Billy finds himself on a date with King Steve himself. It's been ten years since Billy high tailed it out of Hawkins and never thought he'd get a second chance with the boy he could never forget.
sweet to taste (saccharine) by OurLadyofPerpetualWallfflowers
6.2k - Bottom Billy
Billy wanders into the woods to beat the summer heat.
Steve goes into the woods to beat some monsters.
They wind up with an entirely different situation to beat.
Steve Is Too Nice For This Fetish by 3_idiots
6.1k - Bottom Billy
“Uh,” Steve paused. Sexy but mean, sexy but mean--”You’re a… dirty boy.”
Billy groaned in the oh-dear-shit-why-way instead of the oh-baby-yes-way and flopped his head down onto Steve’s shoulder.
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Billy has a humiliation kink, Steve is trying.
Paper Bag by mrharringtons
6.6k - Bottom Billy
Billy almost crashes his car, finds an abandoned kitten, and ends up raising it with Steve.
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It's a little life in his hands. And the small twisting, nagging feeling itching beneath his skin is the same as the one that made him pick up that bag in the woods in the first place.
"I know you're not a bad guy, Billy," Harrington mutters, like he's been thinking about it. Billy expects to meet his eyes, but Harrington is looking at the cat. "She can stay here no problem. She's yours. I'm just helping out."
"Why?"
Harrington shrugs. Knocks a knuckle against Billy’s knee. Like that was normal.
"I like helping. Makes me feel good. Like I'm doing something meaningful with my life. Kind of the only thing I'm good at."
get my love caught by Highsmith (quimtessence)
7.1k - Bottom Steve
"Listen," Hargrove says. The tone has Steve reflexively snapping to attention. "Can I buy you a cup of coffee, or, like, a hot beverage of your choice?"
Steve should say no. He's about to say no.
He doesn't say no.
(Or, Steve and Billy meet again, after four years.)
don't want you to get it on (with nobody else but me) by brawlite & ToAStranger
8.5k - Bottom Steve
It all starts with a game. Two truths and a lie.
Billy's not sure how it got them here, his hands around Steve's wrists, pinning him to their door, his thigh wedged between Steve's as they pant into each other's mouths.
Earlier, they had been at a party.
Press Your Space Face Close to Mine, Love by moonflowers
8.5k - Bottom Billy
Hargrove looked about as sour as usual, brow furrowed as he glared at the kids, hair mussed from the standard issue helmet that came with the suit. Steve couldn't shake the thought that Billy had somehow heard his thoughts about how fucking glad he was that they weren't stuck on the same ship, and torn his way across space purely to piss him off. Honestly, he wouldn’t put it past him. He must have felt Steve staring at him, because his attention snapped up, locking on to Steve with his usual unwavering intensity. He looked about as pleased to see Steve as Steve was to see him.
Paint it, red by CeruleanHeart
8.6k - Bottom Steve
"That's a pretty color..." Billy repeated and stepped closer, crowding Steve against the door "... for a pretty boy."
Steve and Billy run into each other behind the arcade. When Steve mixes up his lighter with a lipstick Nancy forgot at his place, Billy decides to mess with him a little bit. After all, what's prettier than a pretty boy with red, red lips?
But as usual when Steve and Billy meet things escalate, only this time in an entirely different way. And soon Steve discovers a new, darker side of himself that's both alluring and unsettling.
The Yard is Full of Shards by Deep_South
9.4k - Bottom Billy
Steve spent the first month after That Day in perplexed confusion, still teased and tormented by Billy’s body, which always seemed just out of reach. At first the selective reveals and concealment of Billy’s skin seemed circumstantial. Billy would always insist that they meet in the dark shade of the woods; he kept the lights off in Steve’s room; and he only climbed into the backseat of either of their cars at night. They were all places where Billy’s body remained shadowed and occluded, with only small glimpses afforded by the weak filter of the moon, or what little light streamed through Steve’s window from the lamps out by the pool. Steve had figured Billy was being carefully paranoid about being seen by others, of being seen with Steve. It took Steve longer than he’s proud of to realize that Billy didn’t want to be seen by *him.*
OR: A lifetime of abuse has left Billy with scars that run deeper than Steve could ever know.
Bright by Kerasines
10k - Bottom Steve
Steve's face looks golden in the light of the setting sun, and when he drops his eyes from where he was holding Billy’s gaze, his eyelashes paint shadows on the light flush of red in his cheeks.
He looks so fucking pretty that Billy’s breathless with it. Doesn’t know what to do, just holds still and can’t tear his eyes from his face as Steve leans in close, too close, to put lotion onto the front of his shoulders, rubbing it in carefully, so carefully, as if he’s trying not to hurt Billy. Touching Billy’s chest, staring at it where it rises with every shallow breath under Steve’s hands.
Then he looks up, straight into Billy’s eyes, and Billy’s sure his brain stops working for a second.
Quick Note: The Following fics are over 10k, so I can’t speak to how strongly intercrural is featured in them, but I’ve included them because it is definitely in there. :)
paint a picture of the days gone by by socknonny
15k - Bottom Steve
The doctors find a way to save Billy thanks to the drugs Steve and Robin were spiked with by the Russians. But something goes wrong... Now, Billy can barely remember his own name, and who the fuck is this pretty boy in front of him?
Why does he feel so important?
break up with your girlfriend ('cause i'm bored) by thecopperkid
15k - Bottom Billy
@umissedconnections: Bambi eyes. m4m. i was rippin cigs in the sae p-lot. u made urself puke 2 make room 4 more beer. incredible? ur my hero PLS say ur into guys
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Steve finds he has a secret admirer who's continuously hitting on him via his university's Missed Connections Twitter account. // Tommy and Billy are the worst roommates ever.
your life is a perpetual insomnia by Buildyourwalls
54k - Bottom Steve
After the Mind Flayer takes Billy away, Steve is trying to get on with his life. Until one day a mysterious letter comes in the mail and he embarks on a journey to find Billy with Robin, Dustin, and an orange VW van named Betty at the helm.
A story of love, found family, and a whole bunch of Scoop Troop witticism.
Pretty Broken Boys by Stranger Ships (Imaginary_Boyfriend)
97k - Bottom Steve
Christmas break is over and Billy decides to try turning over a new leaf during his last semester at Hawkins High. Will Steve notice (and perhaps reward) his efforts, or has Billy already burned too many bridges?
(i will try to tag authors later. i don’t know everyone’s tumblr handles, and tumblr gives me a lot of grief when i try to tag people anyway, which i’m too tired to deal with rn, so i apologize)
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flowers in the concrete
Paring: Robin Buckley x Female Reader
Summary: feelings are stupid, quitting smoking is stupid, put the two into the same room, and you’ve got emotion overload, baby!! (Or: reader is hopelessly head over heels for her best friend, and can’t find a way to go about it gracefully.)
Word count: 2,153
Warnings: language, angst, mentions of cigarettes??
A/N: I’m up late wired on sale Valentine’s Day candy (the inspo for this mess lol), and decided to write this, just ‘cause. Typical friends to lovers nonsense!! Title is from ‘love is a wild thing’ by Kacey Musgraves. Enjoy!!
“Where on Earth did you find this many fucking candy hearts?”
You glanced up from your spot on the floor to see Robin in the doorway, arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe. She wore confusion with a hint of disgust across her features.
“... the store, Robin.” You deadpanned, earning an eye roll out of her.
“No shit, you jerk.” She replied, crossing the break room and sitting close to you on the floor. “Don’t tell me you spent your whole paycheck on these.”
“I didn’t!” You argued, though the countless bags and boxes filled with candy surrounding you was just evidence against your case. “They were on sale, you know, since Valentine’s Day is over now. So, like, only half of my paycheck was used on these.”
“Jesus Christ. I don’t think you’ve ever spent that much at once on cigarettes.” Robin mumbled, eyes darting around the piles of candy packages near you.
“Yeah, well, a certain someone wants me to quit, or whatever, so it’s better than smoking, right?” You grumbled, still going through the tail end of nicotine withdrawals. To be fair, you have wanted to quit, you just kept making excuses though. Robin decided to be a pain in your ass about it until you actually tried to quit.
“I mean, I guess. Just might actually rot your teeth out of your head faster.” Robin snickered, and you threw a small, empty candy hearts box at her teasingly.
“No one ever tells you that your best friend is allowed to be an absolute pain in your ass.” You remarked, and she scoffed, feigning offense.
“Forgive me for wanting your cute ass around and alive till we’re both old and wrinkly!” She smirked, and even if it was her joking, the small compliment made your stomach flip. You turned away, shuffling the candy scattered across the floor back into your shopping bags, trying to keep your mind occupied elsewhere. Robin got back onto her feet and headed back for the door, before turning back to you.
“You need a ride home tonight?” She asked, and you nodded.
“Yeah, my car’s still being a worthless heap of trash.” You mumbled with an eye roll, and she softly laughed. A sound you’d do almost anything to hear at any time of the day, if you could.
“It wouldn’t be if you put your extra money towards fixing it and not candy.” She teased, sticking her tongue out before walking out. Laughing to yourself, you shook your head, knowing she had a point.
Robin always was looking out for you, looking out for your best interests and well being. It wasn’t overbearing, it was always backed with love.
You just knew that love was strictly a friend kind of love, and nothing more. You wished it was different, wished it for quite some time now. It dawned on you in high school, and never left your mind. It grew and grew and grew, and no matter how hard you tried to deny it, you liked your best friend.
Sure, Robin came out to you in high school, and you were obviously supportive, but you kept your own questioning bottled up. You wanted to figure things out on your own before telling anyone. Among that tangled mess in your head, you began to realize how much you really, really liked her.
In fact, it wasn’t until Robin showed up at your house the night Starcourt burned to the ground, covered in blood and bruises, a tired, dazed mess. That, that was when it really got to you, in the pit of your stomach, that sickening feeling you could’ve lost her, for good. Furious, only for a moment, that she could’ve been so reckless and stupid, followed by the raw relief that she was somehow still alive, still here, and came to you first for comfort. For once, it wasn’t you being the vulnerable one reaching out for comfort from her. That was what made you realize you didn’t just have a crush on your best friend, you were in love with her.
You were head over heels, disgustingly in love with your best friend, Robin Buckley, and had no way of controlling the feelings, no way of turning them off, ignoring them, moving on, none of that.
They really only grew from that July night on, and it just made it absolutely heart-wrenching to hang out with her, acting like nothing had changed.
It had changed, though. You first felt it when she came out to you first, before anyone else. You felt it when she’d ask you to take long car rides with her, windows down, favourite songs blaring through the speakers. You felt it when she’d want to share her fries with you, the way she’d always stop to re-tie those old sneakers she constantly cursed at you for still wearing, or like how she’d always wait up for you if you fell behind while walking in groups, make sure you were always heard before someone could talk over you. Holding your hand when thunderstorms rolled through, knowing you were terrified of them. Always making sure you had the extra blankets during sleepovers before she did.
It didn’t mean Robin loved you back, though, and you knew that very well. Your heart wanted to take each kind, thoughtful gesture and seal them up tight in a trinket box, for safe, sentimental keeping. Your mind knew too well, though, that it was just her always being a good friend, nothing more. Never a step further.
After cleaning up your mess, you joined Robin and Steve on the floor, cleaning up the video store before locking up for the night.
“Steve, seriously, will you stop throwing pencils like darts into the damn ceiling?” You heard Robin scold Steve like a child.
“What else am I supposed to do when it’s dead before closing?” He argued back, arms up in protest. Climbing up onto the counter, he began reaching for the pencils as he stood on the points of his toes. “Besides, look, I can still get them, I’m tall enough.”
“It’s like I run a daycare working with you two.” Robin muttered, giving you that half smile that always gave you butterflies. This time, though, the comment hit you in an odd way. Like you’re always needing to be taken care of.
You frowned, shuffling over to a corner of the store that had some tapes out of order, and began fixing them, trying to take your mind off of things. A few minutes passed with the three of you fixing up odd ends of the store, some bickering and goofy banter passed between Robin and Steve, while you kept to yourself, just wanting to go home. You couldn’t help but overthink Robin’s comment.
“Hey, lovebug, ready to go?” Robin asked softly, pulling you from your thoughts. You nodded, still in a bit of a daze, keeping to yourself. The nickname would’ve made you blush up and your stomach flip, but right now your mind was elsewhere. She raised a brow at you, concerned at how quiet you grew, before nodding in return and walking to the door. The three of you walked out after locking the store up, and said your goodbyes to Steve before he drove off on his own.
You walked over to Robin’s car, reaching for the handle, before her hand landed on top of yours, startling you. You glanced over at her, shifting your back against the car door, while Robin’s hands pressed against the vehicle as she gave you a questioning stare.
“Alright, spill. What’s going on?” She asked, eyes searching yours for any answers you refused to say yourself. Biting your lip a little, you looked off.
“Nothin’, why?”
“You’re the worst liar, Y/N.” She pointed out, then let her voice soften. “Seriously, you alright?”
Your focus fell back on her as you began to nod, but couldn’t bring yourself to lie while looking right at her. “It’s silly. Probably just me being a wreck while trying to quit. You know how much I used cigs to calm down.”
“Yeah, but that’s not it here, is it?” She asked, and you were suddenly hyper aware of how close your bodies were to one another, just inches apart. The mid February cold had nothing on the heat radiating between the two of you. Her hands on the car were dangerously close to touching your shoulders, and you just wanted her to hold you.
You shrugged, before taking a shaky breath in. “How do you know, Robin?”
“Know.. ? Know what?”
You shrugged again, now blushing. “That you’re not... you know,” struggling to find the words you’ve always wanted to ask her. “Not like everyone else?”
It took a second, but then her face reflected the aha! moment she just had. “You mean like-“
Still nervous, you blurted out, “- like, liking girls. How do you know? How are you sure?”
“That’s a loaded question, isn’t it?” She joked, but dropped her smile when she saw you weren’t accepting the laughter right now. “You just... know.”
“Okay, because that helps.” You mumbled, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms.
“You’re such a brat, sometimes, you know that?” Robin shook her head, but still left a smirk on her face.
“Yeah, well, guess it fits considering you’re practically running a daycare just working with me anyway.” Your tone was sad, and Robin was quick to frown at your words.
“You know I’m always kidding about that, right?”
“Oh, please. You’re always cracking jokes about taking care of me, because I’m never able to look out for myself.”
Robin stepped closer, just barely closing the gap between the two of you, and your breath hitched in your throat, anticipating her next move.
“You know I do that out of love, right? Because I love you, right? Please tell me you know that, or I’m gonna feel like the world’s biggest fucking fool.” She spoke firmly, but her voice wavered towards the end.
“Yeah, yeah, because that’s what best friends do, and because you don’t want me to die before you, and shit like that.” You droned on, rolling your eyes again, but it was more to fight off the tears that wanted to break than to mock her.
Robin’s hand reached for your chin, tilting your face back towards her, forcing you to lock eyes with hers.
“You’re such a stubborn, thick skulled, brat,” she started, voice wobbling, “and I look out for you because I love you. I love all of you. Every goddamn part, even the most stubborn parts.”
“Right, I know you’re like, ‘best friend of the year’ every year, Robin, but wh-“
“Shut up, just shut up for five minutes, please.” Robin spoke up, stronger now, but it didn’t stop her bottom lip from quivering, holding back her own emotions. “I’m on your ass constantly so you better yourself and your life because I love you, because I am in love with you.”
Your ears began ringing as you felt your jaw fall slack in her fingers, in total disbelief at the words Robin spoke to you. Your brain couldn’t properly function, couldn’t form coherent sentences to reply.
“Please say something, even if you have to yell at me like you do, I’d rather that than-“
Your heart reacted faster than your mind, and before you knew it, you were reaching up to Robin’s face, gently pulling her towards you, closing the gap between your bodies as your lips met. Without missing a beat, she wrapped her arms around your torso, holding you close, keeping you close to her as your mouths moved together in soft patterns.
You didn’t want to pull away, didn’t want the moment to end, but your brain finally came up with words strung together for some form of a sentence.
“You’re right, you do just know.” You whispered against her lips, and a snort of laughter escaped her, pulling laughter from you too.
“You’re such a little shit, you know that?” She laughed as she tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, and you admired her smile, feeling the butterflies all over. “Kinda’ glad I convinced you to quit smoking before we kissed. You taste like a candy dish, though.”
“Yeah, but I’m all yours, huh?” Confidence surged through you as the words fell from your lips, smirking. “And shut up, you like it.”
“Yeah, yeah, get in the car before I leave your ass here.” She joked, pulling away, but you pulled her back close for a moment, pressing a quick kiss against her lips.
“I love you, even if you are a pain in my ass.” You whispered, smiling, holding back giggles.
Robin laughed, shaking her head, and tugging on your hands, pulling you in for one more kiss. “I love you too, even if you are a brat.”
#robin buckley x reader#robin buckley x you#robin buckley fanfiction#stranger things x you#stranger things x reader#stranger things fanfic#my fics#flowers in the concrete
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Secrets Scared
Hello, this is a prompt fill, long time coming! Got a bit long, and I got a bit thinky.
Requested by @catharrington
Words: 2816
“Oh? Really? You thought we had a future? What gave you that idea.” (might have taken a little liberty with the phrasing though!)
Thanks to the advice given by folks on this before I posted it, I’ve learned a lot. x
TW for: fighting, violence, abusive/toxic relationship.
Read on AO3 here!
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Steve wasn’t really sure why Billy insisted on the act. He knew the kind of trouble they’d both be in if it got out Steve Harrington was going with Billy Hargrove. But when it came to these people, the ones who had scooped Steve out of a Russian secret base, the one’s who had fought tooth and nail to keep Billy from being destroyed by the mind flayer, Steve didn’t know why they needed to keep up the act. He was pretty sure the kids knew, maybe even Joyce, who was sometimes painfully perceptive over dinner that Steve felt she might have some mind reading powers of her own. Other than a few comments about how Steve preferred hanging out with Billy now rather than them, or Joyce asking both Steve and Max if Billy wanted to join them for dinner, nobody said anything.
Until Dustin opened his huge ungodly mouth. “Steve!” Came the scream from the other side of the road, “Your boyfriend is here!”
Billy had heard, Steve could tell that from where he was smoking with Hopper on the porch, listening to the kids engage in some convoluted game across the road in the woods, as far as Hopper would let El go alone. He could tell Billy had heard Dustin because instead of his boyfriend calling his sister home, a cloud of rage with Billy’s face was wafting towards him across the drive, ire burning the front wisps of his hair.
Steve wanted to do something to alleviate the sudden increase in air pressure, so decided on shouting back to Dustin. “He’s not my boyfriend dickweed!”
Hopper cleared his throat, like an awkward uncle at a Christmas Party, stubbing out his cig to step inside. “Just need to ask Joyce about next week.” He said as he excused himself. So much for none of them knowing Steve thought to himself helplessly.
Before Steve could have another sensible thought, he was being lifted out of his chair, to land against the wall of the house, his head knocking back with a thud. Billy’s hands on his collar pushing him up higher than he could comfortably manage without having to push himself up onto his toes. “Billy?” He asked, eyes going wide as he took in the man before him. A face completely unfamiliar to Steve was staring back, the Billy he’d got so used to spending his days with was gone, replaced with the boy who had nearly killed him here last year.
Fear took over his confusion as this all registered like a feather sinking through lead, the thought that maybe he was back, it was open, quickly erased by Billy’s tight growl.
“What the fuck have you told them?” He asked through gritted teeth.
“Nothing, fuck Billy. Nothing!” Steve replied, grabbing at Billy’s wrists, as if that would make him let go in itself.
“Then why does Henderson think you’re my boyfriend?” He asked, pulling Steve’s collar higher for effect.
He’d been through too many emotions to pick one that made sense, so Steve fell into what he knew the best: clowning. He smirked, eyebrows raised in challenge, “Well maybe because you are sweetcheeks.” He replied.
Humour didn’t carry him far and Steve had to choose another emotion quickly, red nose being knocked off by Billy pulling him closer only to shove him back into the house. “Billy, what the fuck?” He hissed, eyes glancing past him to see if the kids were around.
“What. Did. You. Tell. Them.” Billy ground out, face millimetres from Steve’s own, the rage radiating from him catching, something equally hot now rising in Steve’s chest.
“Nothing. Maybe if we’d both said something to them they wouldn’t be speculating like they are now!” Steve snapped, having enough of being manhandled, pulling Billy’s arms off his shirt and pushing him forward to step around him to get some space.
“I can’t!” Billy shouted, making to grab Steve again, who dodged it and shoved him away roughly, putting a good couple of feet between them.
“Yes you can!” Steve replied as they stood watching each other, like two dogs circling, scoping out what was going to happen next. Steve stepped away again so his words would have space to come out, “Those kids keep bigger secrets already, you having a boyfriend is not gonna be a stitch on the fact one of them has magic powers.” He straightened his roughed-up shirt and ran fingers through his hair, “You’re just too scared.” He finished.
Steve was aiming for some sort of reassurance, but saw it land as mocking as Billy lunged towards him. It was as if they’d not spent a year together at all, Steve’s truths falling on deaf ears.
Having known Billy for a good few years now, and intimately so for the last one of those, Steve knew how Billy fought, all fists and big swings. So as Billy threw his whole weight behind his fist he grabbed hold of his arms, grappling to keep him from landing a hit. Steve always fought defensively, instead pushing and blocking rather than going in on Billy the way Billy seemingly wanted to on him, elbows and knees digging in where they could manage, hands still held mostly immobile by Steve.
“Just fucking calm down!” Steve snapped as he held his boyfriend as still as he could manage. One of Billy’s knees pressing in his thigh made him let do and thump the other boy in the chest to be able to push him back and take a breath, hoping the other boy was done with his outburst. Steve and Billy were both used to a bit of roughhousing, they were a pair of 19 year olds after all, it would be weird if there wasn’t a bit of scrapping now and then. It always ended civilly, a grown-up conversation following the initial release of any pent-up emotions. They grappled, and pushed and pulled and tugged and grabbed, then talked and hugged and went about their lives. But this wasn’t happening on their own time, in their own house, and the fact they were here, at Joyce’s, with the kids just over the road, it was pushing anxiety round and round Steve’s chest.
“I’m scared?!” Billy shouted, voice cracking with something Steve didn’t have chance to work out, “Look at you! Fight back!” A fist met Steve’s nose then, sending the taste of blood to Steve’s mouth, and surprise up to his brain. He hadn’t expected that, other than that one time where Max saved his ass, Billy had never thrown a punch to land like that and it hurt, and not just his nose.
Steve heard Billy still shouting, the words their own blows as he stumbled back to hit the side of the deck, worried for a moment he might fall off and smash his head. He felt like was walking on jello, his brain sloshing from side to side in his head like his skull was filled with water, he wasn’t sure his face hurt enough to warrant that response, the shock of actually being hit apparently having a lot to answer for.
Another voice brought him back to reality, it was Hopper. “Johnathan!” Came the shout. Steve thought that was weird, Johnathan had been inside making bread, he’d not just punched him in the face. As if Hopper’s voice had summoned the image of Byers, his field of vision was suddenly filled with Johnathan, snapping him back to his sense, fighting to get free from where Byers was holding him, suddenly finding the fight to get at Billy so he could give as good as he’d just gotten. “I hate you!” He shouted irrationally, pointing an accusing finger at Billy over Johnathan’s shoulder. The Billy who was seemingly doing the same from behind Hopper.
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Things had simmered, by simmered Steve meant since Hopper had thrown Billy into the shed and given him a piece of his mind and Joyce had forced Steve to sit on the sofa so she could clean his face and press some frozen peas on his nose. The kids had all gone home with Johnathan, El and Will were quietly drawing in his room at the back of the house.
Joyce was looking at him with those eyes, the ones she somehow only reserved for when Steve had his face kicked in. He knew she knew about him and Billy, and of anyone in his entire world, even more than Robin, he trusted her with it. He had the sudden need to say something, to acknowledge it.
“Joyce?” His voice sounded so unfamiliar.
“Yeah honey?”
“I love Billy.” He whispered, unexpected tears prickling at his eyes.
She smiled sadly, dropping herself to sit in the chair opposite, leaning her arms forward onto her knees. “I know you do Steve. But is this good?” She asked, eyebrows pointing to Steve’s nose that had just stopped bleeding.
Joyce admitting she knew Steve loved Billy touched something raw in his chest and the tears in his eyes freed themselves, heading down his cheeks as he considered her question.
“This has only ever happened here.” He finally answered, a short wet laugh coming with the words, “And never since we’ve been going together, really since… it happened.” Now he’d spoken he felt the need to keep going. “He’s so scared of his dad finding out. He won’t… he won’t even tell Max because he so afraid.” He said, gaze reserved for his wringing hands.
Joyce nodded, recognising Steve’s need to just talk it out. “I can help you with that, both of you, whatever you need, you can come to me.” She said seriously, an expression Steve saw directed his way so infrequently but knowing each word was meant hard.
His attention was drawn to the back door opening, Billy stepping through ahead of Hopper. He looked as much of a state as Steve did. His nose wasn’t bloodied the way Steve was, but his eyes were red with tears, his cheeks stained with the tracks they’d taken down his cheeks. Hopper’s hand was at the back of his neck guiding him into the room.
Hopper cleared his throat, looking to Joyce for a quick eye contact conversation before pushing Billy gently towards Steve. “Mr Hargrove has something he’d like to say to you Steve.” He said before letting go and stepping outside.
Joyce stood too, Steve’s eyes following her. Her eyebrows asked ‘You okay with me going?’, to which Steve replied with a nod, turning his attention to his socked feet, unable to bring his gaze round to Billy. Billy waited until they were alone before crossing the room, pointing at the sofa beside Steve. “Can I?”
“No.” Steve said quietly, shaking his head and feeling pathetic for it, but hoping Billy would understand. He pointed at the chair Joyce had vacated, indicating Billy could sit there. Especially since the incident with the Russians, but really if he thought about it even before that, Steve would keep his personal space his own, not used to people wanting to invade it or touch him. Much less when he was already feeling vulnerable, he’d spoken to Billy about it before, when they were just starting to be friends, each with their respective Starcourt trauma to negotiate before they could even consider each other. But he knew Billy got it, he couldn’t stand to be touched then either, memories of it making it impossible for them to even lean up against each other on the sofa. But things had got better since then, they’d gotten used to the touch of one another, hands holding, feet meeting on the sofa, they were comfortable with each other now.
Steve remembered all this as he forced Billy to sit away from him, so they weren’t touching, so there was a couple of feet between them. Billy dropped his head down to his shoulder to wipe his eyes, slouching into the chair and pushing a foot along the carpet to be as close to Steve as he could manage without upsetting him.
“I fucked up there really didn’t I?” He asked, not really expecting an answer, so not being disappointed when he didn’t get one. Steve’s gaze was still reserved for his own feet but Billy’s had entered the frame and he pushed his own to sit next to it, not touching but as close as.
Steve blew his cheeks out, his wet diverted eyes betraying any hope he had that he might be putting up a cold icy front to put Billy off. “Oh you think?”
“Stevie look at me.” That name, it was always that name, Steve swiped at his eyes angrily, but meet Billy’s gaze.
“I’m so sorry. I freaked out.” Billy started in apology.
Steve shrugged his shoulders, eyes dropping again. “You punched me. In the face.” He murmured, voice carrying not only the hurt but the anger that he’d put that trust between them and Billy had shit on it.
“I know, I feel shit. Hop said… Hop said I shouldn’t let…” He stopped to growl deep in his throat, the fear he was struggling to articulate paralysing him from being able to. Steve’s foot gently poked Billy’s, pushing him to say it. “He said I shouldn’t channel my fear towards you.” He finished quietly.
Steve nodded, pulling his knees up onto the sofa, wrapping his arms around them to sit comfortably, as small as he could make himself.
“Then why did you? In what world was that dramatic overreaction going to make anything better?” He asked, the fire in his eyes directed now to Billy’s, demanding explanation. “You could have just asked me, like a normal person.”
“I was so…” Scared, they both thought, Steve knew Billy well enough to know what he wanted to say. “If those kids found out, and it got back to my dad. Fuck Steve I’d be dead. We would both be dead.” He finished quietly, his gaze locked with Steve’s.
“Those kids keep more secrets than even you know about Billy. Big secrets.” Steve replied. “I get that you were worried about your dad, but you could have gone about it so differently.”
“I know, in the future I need to think before just freaking out.” He said, and Steve could hear Hopper’s words in there, knowing this was knowledge Billy had had drilled into him in the half hour since the Chief had dragged him off kicking and screaming.
Steve frowned, Joyces’s words from earlier in his head, is this good? “You think we have a future? After that stunt? What gave you that idea?” Fuck, just saying that hurt. He couldn’t imagine how it felt to hear those words, he watched Billy carefully, his own tears again sliding their ways surreptitiously out of his eyes.
Billy’s gaze that had been focussed on anything but Steve, but he was suddenly completely focussed on watching Steve, who was crying silently. “What, Steve what do you mean?”
Steve shrugged his shoulders, in all honesty he didn’t know what he meant. He was hurt, his pride was bruised, and on reflection his words sounded like a break up. But he wasn’t sure that was what he wanted either. “I don’t know, okay. You’ve really fucked up, I can’t… you can’t expect an apology to just fix this.” He pressed his toes into the inside of Billy’s foot again, thinking about what he wanted to say.
“When we fight, it’s never…” He pushed out a frustrated breath. “It’s never this” he gestured to his nose, “it’s just banter, bit of stress relief, nobody gets hurt, but smacking my nose so hard it bleeds, not cool. I’m…” He squeezed his eyes shut, what was he. “I’m fucking angry. You’ve shit on the trust we’d built.” He finished sadly, pressing his face into his knees.
Billy swallowed, he wanted nothing more than to cross the space between them and wrap his arms around Steve and tell him it would be okay, but instead he quietly offered the words that so infrequently crossed his lips. “I’m so sorry Stevie.”
Steve didn’t move, not counting his shoulders that were pulling in shaking breaths to try and steady himself, to try and get some coherent thoughts into his brain to work out how they could make this better.
“Do you want me to go?” Billy asked, standing up where he was.
“No, no. I… I wanna go home.” He said gently, pulling his red rimmed eyes up to meet Billy’s, to show that he was trying.
Billy stood awkwardly, “Do you want to drive? I can drive you? Hopper would take you?” He stumbled on his words, something so rare with Hawkins’ Man with the Attitude that Steve was a little surprised.
“Would you?” Steve asked hopefully, brown eyes meeting blue, igniting hope in those eyes too.
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Ella Enchanted (part two)
Fandom: Stranger Things season 3
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader
Summary: (Y/N), also known as Nine, was a girl being experimented on all her life by the Hawkins Lab, conditioned into following every command her brain heard. She managed to escape the lab, with the help of her little sister Eleven, and was taken in by Hopper. Now, it’s a year later, and the three of them are a happy family. She just got her first job, where she works alongside Steve “The Hair” Harrington… who her father doesn’t much like.
Warnings: Swearing
Word Count: 1,318
Notes: sorry this is kinda short, i’m really sick but i needed to get some creativity out tonight, ya dig?
prologue / one
The next day, you, Steve, and Robin took turns manning the counter. While Robin was in the front, you and Steve didn’t speak to each other. In fact, he altogether ignored your existence. After you told him your story, you told him that you had to get home to Hopper, and Steve didn’t say another word.
You were confused. A little hurt, too. You were finally making friends with someone who could begin to understand you, and it was all for naught.
“Is, uh, is he here?” You were brought out of your thoughts from a voice out front, which made Steve perk up.
“Is… who here?” Robin’s voice answered.
Steve jumped up and and slammed the door open to the front. “Henderson!” He exclaimed. You opened the window just in time to see Steve do a little jump and yell, “Henderson! He’s back, he’s back!” as the middle schooler in front of him laughed gleefully.
“I’m back! You got the job!”
“I got the job!” Steve whooped, followed by his (hopefully not) best imitation of a trumpet. He and the kid then did a sort of handshake with each other, complete with lightsabers and Steve getting stabbed by one.
“How many children are you friends with?” Robin asked dryly.
Steve just sighed and put his hat on the counter. “I’m going on my break. Come on dude!”
Right as they were going to turn away, the kid turned back around. “Banana boat please! Oh, hey! It’s El’s sister! Hi El’s sister!” He said, waving to you. You awkwardly smiled and waved back, still leaning through the window.
Robin made the ice cream as quickly as she could, handed it to Steve, and ushered the two of them away. She then turned to face you, leaning back onto the counter. “God, can they be any dorkier?”
You shrugged. “They seem to have fun.” Robin rolled her eyes and turned back to the counter, where an eager Erica Sinclair was waiting with her friends. So, you went into the bathroom in the back for a breather. You sat on the cold linoleum floor of the bathroom, ignoring all the germs that you knew were down there with you. You weren’t used to being in the real world yet. You were still getting used to talking to people without them barking orders at you. In the lab, your mind was fuzzy 24/7.
You exited after a few minutes and saw Steve and the kid, whose name you quickly learned was Dustin--that’s right, he was there when Hopper rescued you--in the back room. Dustin was playing and replaying a tape, and Steve was pacing nervously.
“What are you guys doing?” You asked.
“It sounded familiar. The music right there, at the end.” Steve ignored you. Of course.
“Why are you listening to the music, Steve?! Listen to the Russian! We’re translating Russian!” Dustin turned to you. “We’re translating Russian.”
Steve nudged Dustin’s shoulder, his back to you, and very clearly whispered, “Why did you tell her? She can’t help.”
You stood up a little straighter. “I want to help.”
Dustin grinned and picked up the tape. “Do you know Russian, El’s Sister?”
“Jesus, her name is (Y/N).”
“Okay, (Y/N). Do you know Russian?”
“I… I can.”
“Alright, babysitting time is over. You need to get in there,” Robin huffed, swinging the door open. She stopped when she saw her whiteboard, which was now covered in a Russian-to-English alphabet key. “Hey, my board! That was important data, shitbirds!”
“I guarantee you, what we’re doing is way more important than your data.” Dustin replied.
“Yeah, and how do you know these Russians are up to no good anyway?”
Dustin looked baffled. “Great, does everyone know about the Russians?!”
“You are both extremely loud. You think you have evil Russians plotting against our country, on tape, and you’re trying to translate, but haven’t figured out a word because you didn’t realize the Russians use an entirely different alphabet. Sound about right?” There was a pause.
“I want to help.” You repeated. “Play it again.”
“Also, it’s your turn to sling ice cream, dingus.” Robin said, handing Steve the scoop. He sighed and headed out the front door.
“Okay, you know Russian, (Y/N)?” Dustin asked.
“I can. Tell me to translate it.”
“Huh?”
“Tell me to translate it.”
“Okay… can you translate this?”
“No, like… like tell me to.”
“Dude, what are you into?!” Robin chuckled.
“Okay! Translate this, (Y/N).” Dustin hit play on the tape.
Your mind went fuzzy. When the tape was over, you automatically said, “Nedelya dlinnaya. Serebryanyy kot pitayetsya, kogda siniy tsvet vstrechayetsya s zheltym na zapade.”
“Oh, shit.” Robin said, leaning forward in her chair towards you. “Where did you learn that?”
You didn’t respond. You didn’t even hear her. “The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west.” There. Your mind was clear.
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That night, when you were closing up the shop, Robin told Steve of your findings.
“I mean, it just… it just can’t be right,” Steve said, pulling down the gate in front of Scoops Ahoy.
“It’s right.” You grumbled.
“Honestly, I think this is great news.” Dustin said.
“How is this great news? I mean, so much for being American heroes. It’s total nonsense.” Steve said, catching up with you guys all headed for the parking lot. Robin had, thankfully, agreed to give you another ride home.
“It’s not nonsense.” Dustin protested. “It’s too specific. It’s obviously a code.”
“What do you mean, a code?” Steve asked.
“Like a super secret spy code.” You laughed at your own answer, making Steve scowl.
“And how do we know her translation is right? I mean, did we even check it with a dictionary or anything?”
“Steve, she’s right. She broke it down for us and everything.” Robin pointed out. “Listen, just for kicks, let’s entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission. What’d you think they were gonna say, ‘Fire the warhead at noon’?”
“‘The silver cat feeds.’ Why would anyone talk like that unless they’re trying to mask the true meaning of their message?” You said.
“Exactly. And why would anyone want to mask the true meaning of their message unless the message was somehow sensitive?” You and Robin were bouncing off each other at this point, and Steve was just scowling every time you opened your mouth.
“Exactly. Evil Russians. So… how do we crack it?” Dustin asked.
Robin knew the answer to this one. “Translate the rest, and hopefully we find a pattern.”
“Maybe ‘silver cat’ is a meeting place. Or a person. Or a weapon!” You added. You turned, seeing that Steve wasn’t with you guys anymore. “Where’s Steve?”
You three looked around to see Steve rapidly fumbling for spare change in his wallet in front of a single-ride mechanical pony. “Steve, what are you doing?” Robin asked.
“Uh, it’s a quarter. I need- do you have a quarter?”
Robin chuckled and said, “You sure you’re tall enough for that ride?” as the three of you jogged over.
“Give me a quarter!” Steve demanded. Fuzzy brain. You reached into your pocket and pulled out a quarter, holding it out for Steve before the other two even had time to register his words. Steve grabbed the quarter and put it into the machine. The horse started going, and a song played. Immediately you recognized it.
“Holy shit.” Dustin whispered. “The music.” He went into his bag and pulled out the recorder. “The music!” He hit play, and you all listened to the track in the background of the Russian words match up to the horse in front of you.
“Maybe they have horses like this in Russia?” Robin asked.
Steve pointed to the name of the horse. “Indiana Flyer? I don’t… I don’t think so. This code, it… didn’t come from Russia. It came from here.”
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A little coffe with your sugar? part 2/2
Here is the second part of my Harringrove coffee shop AU. Enjoy ;)
Part 1
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Steve couldn’t believe he had forgotten to ask what was in the special before ordering it… and taking a huge bite of it, just because he had been flustered that his crush (that Steve thought totally unrequited until then) was flirting with him. It hadn’t helped that Billy had put the banana layer under the chocolate, so Steve hadn’t noticed there was one before it was literally in his mouth, trying to kill him. Steve felt betrayed. Baked goods were supposed to be his friends.
Billy waited with him after calling 911. He looked calm enough, but he was holding Steve’s hand very tightly. In any other circumstance, Steve would have been delighted about that, but his throat was swollen, and he was struggling to breathe, so it wasn’t the best time.
Thankfully, the paramedics arrived quickly and injected Steve with epinephrine. They took him to the hospital, and Billy rode with him in the ambulance, never letting go of his hand. His eyes looked suspiciously shiny.
“Hey, I’ll be fine, Billy. They’re just taking me to the hospital for observation. That’s the usual procedure after an anaphylactic reaction. Thankfully, my parents insist on paying for an overpriced insurance in my name, so I’ve got it covered.”
They were doing it mostly to patronize Steve for choosing a job that didn’t have “good benefits”, unlike a job at his father’s company would have, but Billy didn’t need to hear about that.
“That… that’s good.” Billy exhaled shakily. “It was fucking scary.”
“I know, but it’s okay now.”
“No, it’s not. I’m sorry, I should have told you what the special was.”
“Come on, I’m the one responsible, obviously. I should have asked. I generally remember to, I was just distracted.”
“So, it is my fault: you didn’t think to ask because I was messing with you.”
Oh… so that was all it had been? Billy had just been messing with him? Steve should have known, really. Billy had probably caught on to Steve’s crush and thought he’d have a little fun.
That thought was nearly as much as a bummer as the allergic reaction.
“Look, Billy, it was all an accident, and it was my fault. You couldn’t possibly have known.”
“If you say so…” Billy replied, but he didn’t look convinced.
The rest of the trip to the hospital was spent in silence. Steve was busy enjoying the feel of Billy’s hand in his while he still could, since he was pretty sure it wouldn’t happen again, and Billy was seemingly lost in thought.
At the hospital, Billy texted Robin to let her know about what had happened and he informed Steve she’d be there soon.
When she arrived, Billy apologized again (the stubborn bastard) and bid Steve goodbye. Steve whished he’d stay, but now that Robin was there he had no reason to. It was nice enough that he had interrupted his work day to accompany Steve in the first place.
“Stop pouting, it’s unbecoming.” Robin told him.
Steve hadn’t even noticed he was making a face.
“Cut me some slack, I could have died today.”
She rolled her eyes. “That’s a low blow, dingus.”
It might have been, but Steve didn’t care. He was feeling miserable.
“So, what happened?” Robin asked.
Steve cleared his throat. “Uh… well… I… Turns out there were bananas in today’s special…”
“And how come you weren’t aware of that? I’m sure Billy knows what ingredients he puts in his baking.”
Steve wanted to lie to save himself from the embarrassing truth, but he couldn’t come up with any explanation. He was tired, alright?
“I… I didn’t ask… what was in it.”
“How in the world did you forget something so important?”
Could Robin give him a break? He’d just gone through a traumatic experience. She was being mean! Steve crossed his arms over his chest.
“My mind was somewhere else.” That’s it Steve, stay vague. You’ve got this.
Robin arched an eyebrow. “Where was that, exactly?”
Ugh, she wouldn’t let it go.
“Well… Billy might have somehow flirted with me, and it got me flustered. What can I say? I’m just a man. You can’t blame me.”
Robin sighed. “Ah, Steve. My dear friend. My favorite dingus. You are a disaster.”
“That’s rude.” Steve whined.
“Maybe, but that’s also true.”
He didn’t have anything to say in his defense. It really was true.
“Billy flirted with you though. That’s good!”
Robin had known Steve was crushing on Billy ever since Steve himself knew (which was to say, since the moment he met Billy).
“Not really. He only flirted as a joke, so…”
“What makes you say that?”
“The fact that Billy explicitly said he was messing with me, for starters.”
“Oh… That’s weird.”
Robin looked confused, which was new. Steve had never seen her confused about anything. Unlike himself, Robin seemed to know what she was doing at all time. She generally had things figured out, and Steve was lowkey impressed by that.
“Why?”
“Oh… uh… It’s just… I had the feeling Billy liked you back, is all.”
Steve scoffed.
“As if. Have you met him? He barely tolerates me, on good days.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Steve. Sure, he can be a bit gruff sometimes, but that doesn’t mean he ‘barely tolerates’ you. Don’t be overdramatic.”
“I’m not.” Steve denied half-heartedly. He didn’t know why he even bothered.
*
After the allergy incident, Steve steered clear of the Upside-Down café, no matter how many times Robin tried to drag him there. He pretended not to miss it, but he was: he’d been moping for weeks.
He needed sugar as well as his weekly dose of Billy. He could get the sugar somewhere else, but it just wouldn’t be the same. Billy made the best treats. Steve would die for one of his cinnamon rolls right now. He groaned.
Robin, who was sprawled on the couch next to him, reading a book while Steve was grading papers, sighed loudly.
“Ugh, I’ve had it with you, dingus. Just get your ass to the Upside-Down and talk to Billy. You’ve been miserable for ages and I can’t stand it anymore.”
She was shooting daggers at Steve with her eyes.
“Rob, we’ve been over this… I just can’t. I’m too embarrassed. I mean, the guy mock-flirted with me and it made me so dumb I forgot to ask about allergens. He left work to come with me to the hospital, just because he felt obligated or something. That’s mortifying. I can’t ever face him again.”
“And here you are, being overdramatic again.”
Steve stuck his tongue out at her, behaving as maturely as one of his pupils.
*
Steve ended up caving. Robin was nothing if not persistent. The fact that Steve missed the Upside-Down’s baked goods acted in her favor.
It went surprisingly fine. Heather was at the counter, as she almost always was, and Billy didn’t come out of the kitchen while Robin and Steve were there. Steve was slightly disappointed, but mostly relieved. Robin, however, was in a sour mood.
“What’s with you?” Steve asked, simultaneously stuffing his face with food. It was even better than he remembered.
“Nothing… I’m just annoyed.”
“Is there something wrong with you and Heather?”
Their interaction earlier had sounded a bit stilted.
“You know what? Yes, there is. I’m going to talk to her to… you know… clear the air. If you don’t mind…”
“Of course, I don’t mind. Go for it.” Steve said, taking another bite of his cinnamon roll.
Robin went behind the counter and started whispering frantically with Heather.
Steve swore he heard them mentioning some guy. Were they fighting because of a man? No, there was no way. Robin and Heather were the gayest girls to ever gay, and they were also made for each other, so it didn’t compute.
At some point, they both turned toward Steve, which made him realize he’d been staring. He averted his eyes and hid his face in his giant hot chocolate cup, nearly chocking on the liquid.
They got back to whispering for a few seconds and then stopped abruptly. Robin came back to their table and sat down heavily.
“I take it you didn’t solve the issue?”
“Not really, no. But we’re going solve it, alright.” Robin replied.
Well, that was enigmatic. Either that or Steve had missed something. It wouldn’t be the first time…
“Ok… good for you, I guess?”
“You’ve got some icing on your chin, dingus.” Robin pointed out, effectively changing the subject.
Steve blushed and rubbed his chin with the back of his hand. He was lucky Billy, whom he was still very much crushing on despite everything, had not been there to witness that. Not that it would change much, since Steve’s chances were already ruined (or, more accurately, had been nonexistent to begin with)… but still, Steve had dealt with enough embarrassment where Billy was concerned.
*
Steve started going to the Upside-Down regularly again. At first, he would only go once in a while, and only if Robin went with him, but the frequency of his visits increased when he felt confident that he wouldn’t see Billy. He never came out of the kitchen when Steve was there.
Either Steve’s allergy had made him realize Steve was a disaster from which he’d better stay far away, or it was a coincidence that Billy was occupied when Steve came to the café. The first option was more probable, unfortunately.
And, Steve was mostly fine, even if he missed seeing Billy. The food was still great, and Heather was nice, and at least no one judged him for the amount of sugar he poured in his hot beverages… or if they did, they did it discreetly.
However, it came to a head, one day. One very bad, terrible day. One of Steve’s pupils had broken his leg during recess, which was awful enough, but then the other kids had been unable to concentrate for the rest of the day, whispering among themselves and fidgeting continuously. Steve couldn’t blame them for that, but he was exhausted, nonetheless. And he was as shaken up as his pupils, after the accident. By the end of the day, he was barely functioning. He had tripped on his undone shoelaces and snapped his glasses in two (he had fixed them with tape, but the result left a lot to be desired), and he had a cut on his forehead from when he hit it on his desk after picking up the pen he had dropped on the floor.
Steve was more than ready for this hellish day to be over, but no such luck. His parents insisted he ate dinner with them on the fifteenth of each month, which was precisely that day. They’d proceed to pretend caring about him while criticizing him at every turn, and all that through a seemingly unending meal. It was the same damn thing, every month. Steve didn’t know why he still showed up. It must have had to do with his aversion to conflict.
Steve would never survive this without caffeine, so he stopped at the Upside-Down on his way home from work.
“Wow, what the hell happened to you?”
He knew he looked a bit worse for wear, but it couldn’t be that bad. Could it?
“Hi, Heather.”
“Oh yeah, sorry, hi Steve. Are you okay?” Concern was etched upon her face.
“Yeah… I’m fine.” Steve lied. “It was just a rough day.”
“Certainly looks that way... What can I get you to make it better?”
“Er, double expresso, please.”
Heather looked even more concerned as she rang Steve up. That was far off from what he usually ordered, so he didn’t blame her for being puzzled. He was tired, and depressed, and just needed a boost to go through dinner with his parents without a nervous breakdown. He simply couldn’t be bothered to come up with anything more elaborated, and, anyway, he couldn’t really order a pastry and hot chocolate barely an hour before he was expected to eat a five-course meal.
“Okay, go sit down, I’ll bring it to you.”
“Thank you.”
Steve went to his usual table, and he definitely heard it when Heather went to the kitchen and yelled at Billy to come see Steve. He also heard Billy answer in a lower voice that he just couldn’t.
It wasn’t as if Steve didn’t know Billy didn’t want to see him, but hearing him say it, especially now, was like a punch to the gut. At least, before, Steve could pretend Billy didn’t hate him.
When Heather brought him his double expresso, Steve thanked her again. And, if his voice cracked, it was nobody’s business but his.
“No problem, honey.” She said with a sad smile.
Great. Now, she was pitying him. Because Steve was pitiful.
Once she was back behind the counter, Steve took a sip of his drink and instantly regretted not ordering something with ten times more sugar in it (and to hell with dinner at his parents’).
Oh no.
Now he was crying.
Brilliant. That was just brilliant.
Steve started dabbing his face with a napkin, but the tears kept coming uncontrollably. He was going to get up and leave, because crying in public was not part of his plans for the day (and too many things had gone off plan already), but he was prevented from doing so when Billy put a tray on the table and sat in front of him. On the tray, there were a huge piece of lemon meringue pie, a cup of hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and marshmallows, and a sugar bowl.
Steve cried even harder. Nice gestures made him cry, sometimes. Especially when he was not in top shape.
“No, no, please don’t cry, Steve. It was meant to cheer you up, not make it worse.”
Billy pushed the tray toward him.
“Come on, eat up. Everything is banana-free, I promise.”
Steve laughed through his tears.
“Thanks. That’s nice of you.”
“I mean… I basically had to, Steve. Your order was too depressing. Like, a double expresso? Really? That’s not you.” Billy joked.
“Yeah… I have to agree with you here. What you brought is much better.”
Steve pulled the tray all the way to himself and took a bite of the pie. It tasted delicious, unsurprisingly.
“Man, that’s not fair. That’s just too good.”
“Uh, thank you.” Was that a blush on Billy’s face? Mh, no, probably not. It must have been a trick of the light. “So… what’s with the double expresso?”
Steve understood Billy’s question as what it was: a nice way of asking why he had broken down crying in the middle of the Upside-Down.
“Some shit happened at the school I work at. It was not the best day, is all. And now I have to go to my parents’ house for our monthly dinner, and I hate it. Hence the double expresso. I needed caffeine.”
“I see… That’s rough, man. Do you want to talk about it?”
“Maybe another time.” Steve would surely start crying again if he had to expand on the events of that day.
“Okay. Did you think to disinfect that cut on your forehead?”
“Oh, yes. One of my coworkers did it for me.” It had stung like a bitch, too, but what could you do?
“That’s good, Pretty boy.”
“Don’t call me that.” The words were out of Steve’s mouth before his brain could catch up with his mouth.
“Oh… sure. Sorry.” Billy passed a hand in his curls. “Do you want me to go?”
“No, no… I didn’t mean to snap, I’m sorry. I just don’t like it when you call me this, but we’re fine as long as you don’t.”
It was only half a lie. Indeed, if Steve did like the nickname itself, he didn’t appreciate Billy using it as a joke. There was no need to rub Steve’s crush in his face. Steve didn’t understand Billy’s deal. One second he was really sweet, bringing him hot chocolate and pie to cheer him up, and the next he’d call Steve Pretty boy as if he hadn’t admitted he’d come up with the nickname just to mess up with him.
“I won’t.”
Not wanting to let an awkward silence settle, Steve asked Billy about his day. Billy then proceeded to tell him about the annoying customer they had a few hours earlier. It successfully distracted Steve from his horrendous day until he had to go, lest he arrive late to his parents’, which would without a doubt warrant a lecture from his father, as if Steve was sixteen instead of twenty-five.
That evening, as Steve’s father ranted for the umpteenth time about his job, Steve only had to think about the blue of Billy’s eyes to make his frustration and feeling of inadequacy evaporate like smoke.
*
After Steve’s breakdown, Billy started coming out of the kitchen again to see Robin and Steve when they were at the Upside-Down. Steve and he were friendly to each other, and it was somewhat worse than when they never saw each other. This was torture. Billy was here but still out of reach, and Steve was pining. That was what Robin said. She was right, but Steve would not admit it. He wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. Pettiness was his only comfort, so he didn’t plan on reigning it in.
“Come on Steve, you should just tell him you like him.”
“Are you nuts? Why would I ever do that?”
“Well, at least you’ll know for sure.”
“I can’t be any surer than I am right now, Rob.”
“Ugh! Like, yeah you’re sure, but you’re wrong! You stubborn bastard.”
Steve rolled his eyes. Robin kept saying he might have misread the signs, but she had no proof of that. Or, if she had, she wasn’t willing to share it with the class.
“Yeah, okay, I’m wrong. Whatever. At least I have some dignity left.”
Not much, after the allergy AND the breakdown, but still a little bit more than he would if he confessed his already obvious crush to Billy only to get rejected even more explicitly than before.
“You’re so infuriating, Steve, I swear.”
“I love you too.” He just said, getting drinks out of the fridge.
They were waiting for Heather, whom Robin had invited to their movie night. Steve had not been eager to spend the entire evening third wheeling, but he was reconsidering. At least, Heather would get Robin off his back by taking all of her attention. It sounded perfect, right then.
At least, that was what Steve thought before he opened his front door to find not only Heather, but also Billy, behind it.
Robin, that fucking traitor!
He hid his surprise (probably badly) and invited them inside. As soon as they had their backs turned to him, Steve glared at Robin. He was also pouting, though, so it might have ruined his attempt at expressing his righteous anger.
“Sorry for tagging along… Heather said you didn’t mind. I brought cranberry white chocolate chips cookies, and also chocolate truffles.” Billy said, putting the two boxes he was carrying on the kitchen table.
Okay, so Steve had indeed not hidden his surprise well.
“Uh… yeah, yeah, of course it’s fine. Thanks for bringing food. It sounds delicious.” Steve rushed out the words, speaking a tad too fast.
Once the pizza Steve and Robin had ordered arrived, they all went to the living-room and set the food and drinks on the coffee table.
“Oooh, we’re watching Lights Out? That’s cool. I wanted to watch it for a long time but never got around to it.” Heather said.
Billy’s face lost all color.
“Oh… right. That’s… cool.” His voice was slightly higher than usual.
“Are you sure? We can watch something else, if you’re not into that kind of things.”
High-school Steve would have made fun of Billy for being a sissy. Fuck high-school Steve, though. That guy was a grade A asshole.
“Yeah, I’m sure. It’s fine.” Billy assured in a clipped tone.
Steve hoped he hadn’t offended him with his question. It was the opposite of his goal.
Heather and Robin curled up together in Steve’s big, comfy chair, which left the couch to Billy and him. Steve tried to focus on the movie, but at first he was more focused on the food, and then he was more focused on Billy, who was sitting straight and looked pretty tense overall.
Every time a loud sound came from the tv, or something appeared suddenly on the screen, Billy would startle. Of course, it was the point of jumpscares, but Billy’s reactions were more violent than most people’s.
“Are you okay, Billy?”
“Yes. Just the fucking jumpscares… they’re annoying.”
Steve wasn’t convinced Billy was alright, but he kept silent. He didn’t want to put Billy on the spot by insisting.
About halfway through, Billy announced he was going for a smoke break and declined Heather’s offer to pause the movie. Steve waited a minute, at most, before following Billy outside. He found him sitting on the front steps of his building, without a cigarette in sight.
“Hey… Sorry I followed you.”
“It’s okay. I… I should have agreed when you suggested we watch something else. I just thought I’d be fine, for once. It’s just a movie, you know. But, like, I’m just too jumpy to deal with this kind of movies. I don’t like loud noises and shit.”
Billy was bouncing his right leg. Steve sat down next to him on the stairs and put his hand over his knee to settle him.
“I get it, you don’t have to explain yourself. Jumpscares are a cheap way to frighten the audience, anyway. We could have gone for a better movie. We can get back to the flat and watch something else if you want, I’m sure the girls won’t mind.”
“Thank you, but that’s not necessary. I’m going to stay here a while. The fresh air is nice.” Billy assured him.
“You want me to leave you alone?”
“I’d rather you stay, pretty boy, but it’s up to you.”
“Here you go again with that nickname.”
Steve took his hand off Billy’s knee.
“Shit, sorry.” He looked sheepish.
“Look, I don’t want to make a big deal out of this, but it kind of is a big deal to me. I just think it’s mean.” Steve said.
He wanted to get this out of the way, so Billy and he could really become friends. Friendship was better than nothing.
“What? Why mean?”
Billy was frowning.
“Well, you know I have a crush on you… I mean, you pretended to flirt with me once and I basically lost all common sense, so there’s no way you don’t know. So, I think it’s really a dick move to call me… call me that, when you clearly don’t like me back.”
Steve had gotten worked up. It was a stupid thing to get worked up over, but his frustration had to find an out, at some point.
“Hold on, hold on a sec. Who told you I don’t like you back?” Billy’s tone was full of disbelief.
“Well, uh, you did. At the hospital. You said that you were messing with me when you flirted before I had my allergic reaction, remember?”
“I didn’t mean I was just pretending to flirt with you, Steve, what the fuck? I said I messed with you because I noticed you were flustered, and I made it worse by continuing to flirt… But it was no joke. Truth is, the first time I called you Pretty boy, it just slipped out… because I keep calling you that in my mind since I met you.”
Billy was now kneeling in front of Steve on the steps, with both his hands on Steve’s knees.
Steve had so many questions, but one of them needed an answer more urgently than the others:
“Can I kiss you?”
“Can eagles fly, Pretty boy?”
Steve was going to tell him to shut up, because Billy was being obnoxious, but he figured that joining their lips would be far more effective, and far more pleasant. So, he bent down to kiss Billy, who instantly put a hand in Steve’s hair.
Steve had been planning on keeping it chaste, but it didn’t happen that way. As soon as his lips were on Billy’s, his restraint went up in flames. He’d been longing to do that ever since he had laid eyes on Billy, after all. And his lips were so soft, and they felt so good. He deepened the kiss, making Billy moan. He’d be very satisfied about that fact if he wasn’t too occupied getting lost in Billy.
“Fuck, Pretty boy, you’ll be the death of me.” Billy said in a husky voice when they separated to catch their breath.
“Well, I think I’ve died already and now I’m in heaven.”
Billy gasped.
“Steve, that was so cheesy.” He was smiling.
“You can’t complain. You started it.”
“I wasn’t complaining”, Billy assured, before going back to kissing Steve.
Heather, who had been sent by Robin to check up on them, found them in the exact same spot an hour later.
“Thank God, you guys finally got your heads out of your asses. I was starting to lose hope you ever would.” Heather said.
Steve blushed and Billy rolled his eyes.
“Okay… so, you might have been right.”
“I might have been?” Heather arched an eyebrow.
“Okay, you definitely were….” Billy huffed. “I’m never going to hear the end of this, am I?”
“Nope.”
Steve could have had the exact same conversation with Robin, so he couldn’t help but laugh.
“I mean… I did have to listen to you pine for ages. Oh, Heather, I can’t speak to Steve anymore, I nearly killed him last time. I’m a menace. And then: no Heather, I can’t be more than friends with him, it makes him uncomfortable when I flirt with him, he asked me not to do it anymore, oh but he’s so pretty, oh and his hair looks so soft, and his eyes are so big… Ugh, you were the worst.”
Billy hid his face in his hands and groaned, probably embarrassed. He should wait until he heard what Robin had to say about Steve’s own pining. She was a hundred percent going to drag him.
Steve kissed Billy’s temple, which made him stop hiding.
“Well, it all worked out, in the end.” Billy said, looking into Steve’s eyes.
“Oh no… You’re gonna be so sickeningly sweet, aren’t you?” Heather looked like she was discovering a flaw in her plan.
“You bet.” Steve confirmed, not looking away from Billy’s eyes.
It made sense for them to be overly sweet, after all, considering how they had met.
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“You know how much I hate going to stupid shit like this,” you groaned, leaning back in the passenger seat of Billy’s car. You were staring out the window, moping and frowning.
“Oh c’mon, you’re always so negative. Can you try and have a little fun for once in your life?” Billy turned to you, rolling his eyes. This was a usual argument between the two of you- but somehow he always ended up winning and dragging you to whatever party he was excited for that weekend. And he was wrong- you never had fun.
You were great as Billy’s wing-woman, always talking him up to whatever conquest he was on that night. He would offer to do the same for you, but you were never interested in any of the boys that were at these types of events. You’ve tried it, and it’s never... well... satisfied you.
“Thank you for coming, really. I know you hate it... but I couldn’t do it without you,” Billy said, smiling at you.
“I’m glad I can help you get laid, kid. That’s all I’ve ever wanted out of life.” You jokingly gave him a slight shove on the shoulder, laughing as he rolled his eyes and groaned at your comment.
“I don’t want you to think that’s all you’re good for. You’re my best friend... honestly, my only friend. You’re more to me than that...” Billy sounded serious, and put a hand on your knee to reassure you that he cared about you. It was honestly the first time Billy had ever showed you any kind of affection, other than getting drunk and flirting with you.
“Thanks, B. That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said,” you responded, placing your hand on top of Billy’s and squeezing it. You had always been attracted to him, but you knew everything about him, and it scared you a bit to get too close. But every time he touched you, even in a friendly way, it sent shock waves through your body.
You and Billy finally arrived at the party, fashionably late as always. Most people were already pretty drunk by then, and Billy did not hesitate to catch up, taking a few shots immediately upon arrival. You grabbed a beer from one of your friends, not wanting to get obliterated tonight, figuring you’d have to drive Billy home.
“We’re starting a game of truth or dare, you guys wanna join?” Steve asked you, downing a shot and gagging as the liquor hit his stomach.
“Seems a little childish, Steve,” you teased, taking a long swing of beer and letting the alcohol run through you.
“Oh, fuck off. You know you want to play,” he responded, shoving a bottle of vodka in your face and forcing you to take a sip. You took a small swig, feeling the liquid burn your throat as it went down. You felt more alive immediately, deciding to agree to whatever antics your friends were getting up to tonight.
“C’mon, everyone’s in the living room!” Steve lead you and Billy into the room, where everyone was sitting around and chatting amongst themselves. You took a seat next to Nancy and Jonathan, who were all over each other, sloppily kissing between sips of tequila. You rolled your eyes at the duo, but deep down longing for someone to love you the way they loved each other.
Steve plopped down on the couch next to you, causing a little bit of your drink to spill on you. You yelled at him, pushing him away jokingly as you dumped a little of your drink on his lap to make him angry. He put his arm around you and kissed the side of your head. Billy was staring daggers at the both of you, flinching every time Steve put his hands on you.
“(Y/N), you wanna come sit by me?” He asked calmly, trying his best to not punch Steve right then and there. He didn’t know why he got so angry when another guy touched you- you watched girls touch him all the time and never said a thing. But his blood was boiling, and he couldn’t take another second of it.
“I’m fine, B. I don’t feel like moving,” you responded, not picking up on Billy’s anger.
“Yeah, B! You heard her, she’s fine right here with me,” Steve teased, clearly way too drunk since he thought it would be funny to make Billy angry. Steve brought his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
You didn’t mind it, although you both knew the two of you would never do anything in a million years. He wasn’t your type, and you weren’t his. Steve was just trying to see how mad he could make Billy before he blew up. It was just a stupid dick measuring contest that they had ever week, but this was the first time you’d ever been in the middle of it.
“Okay, but let me know if he starts bothering you at all. I promise I’ll take care of it.” Billy didn’t take his eyes off Steve’s arm, his nails digging into his skin to stop him from yelling. Billy was trying to be a lot better when it came to his anger- especially around you. He knew what he was capable of, unfortunately, and never wanted you to see that side of him.
You caught a glimpse of his face for just a moment, his eyes dark with rage and jealousy. You’d never seen him look at anyone like that- especially you. You just chalked it down to him being angry at Steve, because they were always fighting, but something in the back of your mind kept telling you it was you. He was mad because it was you.
“Alright, ladies and gentlemen, are we ready to get started?” Steve clapped, finally removing his arm from you to officiate the game. You immediately watched Billy loosen up as Steve let go of you.
“Ready as ever,” Robin responded, taking a drag of a cigarette and winking at Steve.
“Well, I’ll start us off then.” Steve searched the room, looking for his target. His eyes locked on you for a moment, making your heart stop as you thought about whatever he was going to throw at you.
“(Y/N),” he said, deviously. He grinned at you, a chaotic and devilish sort of grin that made you extremely nervous.
“Oh god. Why me? I’ve barely had half a drink!” You laughed nervously, trying to avoid eye contact with Steve.
“Truth or dare, babe,” he flirted, eyes wide as he waited for your response.
“I’ll stick with truth, I think.” You took another large swig of your beer, trying to numb your anxiety over this stupid game.
“Who in this room would you have sex with?” Steve smiled at you, eagerly awaiting a response. You glanced around the room quickly, not sure how to respond.
“Well, it’s definitely not you Steve, sorry to break it to you,” you responded, hoping your funny answer would shine away from the actual question. The whole room burst out laughing, including Steve.
“Yikes, Harrington. That’s gotta hurt, doesn’t it?” Billy responded, feeling relieved at your answer. “How many girls in this room have rejected you now? Three?” Nancy and Robin looked at each other and laughed awkwardly, and Steve just threw back another mouthful of vodka.
“Hey, she didn’t say she’d fuck you either, alright. Don’t get too cocky,” Steve said, darting his eyes between you and Billy. “So who would it be then, (Y/N)? If it’s not me?”
Your eyes glanced around the room again, momentarily catching Billy’s. You didn’t want to say it, you didn’t even want to feel it, but it was him. You’d been wanting him to touch you for so long, to feel his lips on your skin, his hands tracing up and down your body. But you couldn’t say it- not here, not ever. He was Billy Hargrove, he fucked models and milfs and pageant queens. He didn’t fuck girls like you.
“I guess I’d fuck Robin. Only girls know how to please girls,” you responded, raising your eyebrows and winking at Steve.
“Anytime, gorgeous,” Robin responded, blowing you a kiss and giggling. Billy shifted uncomfortably in his seat, the thought of you being touched by her, being kissed by her, turning him on a lot. He tried to shake the thought of his head, but couldn’t get it to go away. He was staring at you, wondering what you looked like under that stupid shirt that was covering way too much.
“I wanna go next.” Billy said, his eyes locked on you, almost as if no one in the room was there except for you and him.
“Alright... have at it,” Steve answered.
“(Y/N), truth or dare?” Billy was leaning over now, inching closer to you as he awaited your response.
“Jesus, can you guys leave me alone?” You laughed, rolling your eyes at the group. You were watching Billy, though- the way he was so focused on you. You were a little curious at what exactly he had to ask you. “I’m going truth again. I don’t trust you guys.”
“What’s the best sex you’ve ever had?” Billy stared at you, and the whole group was staring at you as well, eager for whatever story you were going to tell. It wasn’t exactly the question you had planned for him to ask, and you didn’t understand the point. Why would he want to know that?
“Um... I don’t really know,” you responded quietly, racking your brain for something to say.
“C’mon, just think! Who’s given you the best orgasm?” Nancy asked, leaning in towards you. You still didn’t understand why anyone was as curious as they were. Who gave a shit about your sex life?
“Honestly... I haven’t actually...” you trailed off, your words only coming out jumbled and confused.
“Wait... are you a virgin?” Steve asked, looking at you shocked.
“No! No... I just haven’t had a guy... do that for me, I guess?” You looked around awkwardly, trying not to make eye contact with anyone for too long. You felt extremely uncomfortable, even though this wasn’t your fault, you still felt embarrassed.
“Shit. That’s unfortunate. Well, if you ever want to see what a real man is like... I know what I’m doing. I think Nancy can attest for that,” Steve laughed, giving Nancy a little shove and taking a drink.
“I am absolutely not getting in the middle of this, thanks,” Nancy answered, rolling her eyes at Steve and moving closer to Jonathan.
“Oh please, if anyone can show her a good time you know it’s me. And she already said she wanted it,” Robin responded, sticking her tongue out at you and Steve and winking.
“I’m gonna grab some water, I’ll be back,” you said, standing up quickly and walking away from everyone. They quickly moved on from you and continued their game, laughing away at whoever else they could poke fun of. You walked into the kitchen, unaware Billy had followed you in.
“Hey...” he said, making you jump a bit as his voice broke through your thoughts.
“Hey, what’s up?” You folded your arms and turned towards him, a little annoyed at him for asking that question in the first place.
“I’m sorry I asked that. I honestly didn’t mean to make you upset.” He genuinely looked sorry, his eyes avoiding yours as he stared at the ground.
“It’s fine, it’s just a little embarrassing...”
“How is it embarrassing? I guarantee you that you made all of those guys finish. It’s on them for not being good enough.”
“But what if it’s me? What if there’s something wrong?”
“Well... have you ever... on your own?” Billy was shaking, the thought of you touching himself sending rushes of hormones through his body.
“Yeah...”
“So then it’s clearly nothing wrong with you. You’re just not with the right guys.”
“Well who is the right guy?” You almost immediately regretted saying that, knowing exactly what you were implying when you said it. You knew it was him, you knew what he was capable of, what he could do. You wanted him to take you so badly, to show you what it felt like to have a real man fuck you.
“I could think of a few people.” Billy responded quietly, his mind racing. The thought of making you cum for the very first time was already making him hard. He was digging his nails into his palms to keep his composure, but it wasn’t working very well.
“What are you trying to say, Billy?” You looked him over, seeing the tension building in his body.
“Nothing... I mean... why don’t we go home. I want to go home.” Billy turned around quickly and grabbed his keys from his pocket, heading for the door. You followed without saying a word, worried that whatever you did upset him. You felt a nervousness grow in your stomach as you trailed behind him, his steps angry and fast as he headed outside.
You didn’t even say bye to your friends, sure they have already drank enough to forget you existed all together. Your mind was only focused on Billy, trying to figure out what was going through his.
“Billy can you slow down!” You yelled to him, walking faster and faster to keep up as he sped towards his car.
“What do you want (Y/N)?” He snapped, turning around towards you and gritting his teeth.
“Why are you mad at me?” You pouted, feeling your heart sink as his eyes were dark with anger. But what you thought was anger was actually lust.
“I’m not... mad at you,” he responded, his voice softening as he realized he had hurt you. “I just... it’s complicated. You’re my best friend... the way I’m feeling about you right now... it could mess everything up.”
“How are you feeling about me right now?”
“Like I want to make you fucking cum.” His eyes were staring at your lips, his body shaking.
“You think you’re the guy to do that?” You teased, placing your hand on his face and rubbing your thumb across his cheek.
“I fucking know I can.” He was tense now, not used to be talked back to in the context. He didn’t like it.
“Then show me, Billy. Fucking show me.” Billy walked away from you and into the drivers seat of his car, without saying a word.
“Get in.” He commanded, starting the ignition of his car. You quickly slid in the passengers seat and he started driving before you could even close the door.
“Billy-“
“Don’t say a word. I’m taking you home, okay?”
“Yes, sir.” You turned towards him, focusing on the way his jaw shifted as you called him ‘Sir’. He wasn’t sure he could make it all the way home. He had never wanted- or needed- anyone this bad.
He sped quickly down the back roads to get home, ignoring speed limit signs urging him to slow down. You were soaked, never having a guy treat you like this before. He was on a mission, and he wouldn’t stop until you were screaming his name.
He pulled in the driveway of his house and turned his car off quickly. He got out of the car and slammed his door shut without saying a word. You knew you were supposed to follow him, he didn’t have time to tell you what to do. He was saving all of his energy for what was about to come.
The moment you walked through his front door, he had your back against the wall and his tongue shoved down your throat. Kissing him was just how you imagined- perfect. His lips still held the subtle taste of tequila and the chocolate cupcakes you had shared earlier.
“Billy... your parents... Max...” you tried to whisper, urging Billy to move you to his room before someone caught you.
“Fuck everyone except for me and you.” He looked in your eyes for a moment, his body pressed against yours. You felt him growing in his pants, wanting desperately to feel him inside of you right then and there.
“Yeah. Fuck everyone. But also, fuck me. Please, B. Fuck me,” you said, giggling as Billy sloppily kissed down your neck, leaving little bite marks to mark his territory.
“C’mon, lets go.” Billy took your hand and led you to his bedroom, the two of you quietly sneaking down the hallway.
Once you got in the bedroom, he had you back against the door again, kissing you. He bit down on your bottom lip, making you squeal and giggle a bit. You felt Billy smiling through kisses- he loved your laugh, nothing made him smile more than hearing it. Especially now, knowing you were happy made him happy.
“Get down on the bed. Clothes off!” He ordered, turning away from you and pulling his own shirt off. You nodded at him and did as you were told, taking off your shirt and shorts quickly. You were hoping to get some action tonight anyways, and were wearing one of your favorite lacey black bra and thong.
“God damn...” Billy whispered, letting his eyes trail up and down your body. He hand instinctively reached down to his dick, where he started slowly rubbing himself over his boxers.
“Come over here, B... let me take care of that...” you flirted, getting on your knees and begging for him to come over to you.
“No, not tonight. I’m gonna take care of you, princess.” Billy grinned devilishly at you, licking his lips as he thought about his plane to devour you. “Have you ever had a guy go down on you?”
“No, honestly.” You laughed, your whole body shaking as you imagined Billy’s tongue playing with you.
“What a shame. Can’t say I’m upset about being your first, though. Just know no guy will ever compare to me,” he winked, walking over to you and pushing you down on your back.
Billy started kissing your lower stomach, his lips tickling your flesh and making you giggle. He moved onto your inner thigh, sloppily kissing and licking you, making you squirm as he slowly trailed to your cunt.
He toyed with the edge of your thong, pulling at his as he continued to kiss around you. You bucked your hips towards him, trying to non verbally tell him you wanted more. He got your message, and pulled down your panties completely. The room was cold, and made you shiver a bit as your icy air hit your bare skin.
Billy finally moved his lips to your sweet spot, kissing you lightly before flicking his tongue quickly. He moved rhythmically, each movement planned out perfectly. He had a routine, he knew what worked. And it was working. You were dripping, your whole body filling with pleasure with each second of Billy devouring you.
He started moving his tongue quicker on your clit, making it unbearable for you to stay quiet. You let out a small moan, throwing your head back to the ceiling as you felt yourself get closer. Billy stopped for a second to look up and smile at you, enjoying every minute of this.
“Don’t stop, B. I was close!” You yelled, running your hair through his curls and brushing it out of his face.
“Shit... already? I guess I am pretty good,” Billy responded, winking at you and giggling.
“Oh fuck off, pretty boy. Don’t get too full of yourself, it’s unattractive.”
“Are you saying you don’t find me attractive?” He pouted, jokingly.
“I’m saying if you don’t make me cum soon I’m gonna find someone else who will.” You winked at him and crossed your arms, trying to be serious.
“Damn... whatever (Y/N) wants (Y/N) gets, I guess...” he responded, before biting his lips and going back down on you. He moved faster this time, and a bit sloppier. His tongue seemed to be focusing everywhere, not just your clit. You grabbed onto his hair and ran your fingers through it, gripping his head as he worked his magic.
You felt a wave of pleasure come over you, your whole body shaking in delight as it knew what was about to happen. Billy knew, too, and started moving rhythmically around your clit again.
“Holy shit, Billy,” you moaned, reaching your climax intensely as he continued to taste you. You felt it through your whole body, something you had never experienced before. You were shaking, coming down from the best high of your life. Billy sat back from you, licking his lips to get one last taste.
“Now it’s time for the real show,” he teased, blowing you a little kiss before digging into his drawer and pulling out a condom.
“I don’t know if anything can top that,” you responded, taking off your bra and throwing it to the ground.
“Just wait, baby doll.” Billy took off his boxers and you saw him for the first time- all of him. He was hung, unlike anyone you’d ever been with before. You were a little intimidated, but you had never wanted anything so badly.
Billy tore open the condom and slid it on, slowly pumping himself a few times as he looked at you. He positioned himself at your center, toying with your clit with his tip. You moved your body towards him, not liking all this teasing. Billy just smiled at you, before slowly sliding himself in.
It took a minute to get adjusted to him, feeling a little uncomfortable at first when he had his full length inside of you.
“You okay?” He asked, noticing you flinch.
“Yes. Just not used to... well...” you giggled, running your hand over Billy’s face as he laid above you.
“I’m huge, you can say it,” he winked, kissing you lightly on the lips as he started to move slowly inside of you.
“I’m sure you’d love for me to tell you how big and hot you are, huh?” You kissed him again, bringing his face closer to yours.
“And I’m sure you’d love for me to tell you how fucking hot you are and how much I love your body?” He was moving quicker now, his pumps rhythmic. He grabbed underneath your thigh and brought your leg up over his shoulder, letting him pump deeper and faster in you.
“F-fuck,” you muttered, throwing your head back in pleasure as Billy fucking you deep enough to hit your special spot with every thrust.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he muttered, fucking you faster and harder. His other hand was holding your face, his thumb running over your chin and lips.
“You’re gonna make me cum again, you’re so fucking good Billy. Holy shit,” you whispered into his ear, knowing how much he loved to be praised. He was smiling flirtatiously, loving the way you sounded when you moaned his name.
“Cum for me, baby. Show me how good I fuck you.” He got on his knees and pulled your waist up towards him, continuing to thrust deep and fast into you. You knew you were close again, the warmth and excitement growing through you again.
You couldn’t seem to get any words out at this point, just small moans and nodding to let Billy know to keep doing what he was doing. Billy understood, and didn’t stop or slow down. He brought his hand over to your clit and started rubbing lightly, just enough pleasure to bring you over the edge.
You moaned loudly this time, your vocals of pleasure echoing through the quiet room. Billy just laughed, continuing to pump, getting close himself. He slowed down a little bit, knowing you were probably exhausted and ready to tap out.
“Billy... you’re literally so fucking good... and so fucking pretty,” you said to him, bringing your hand up to his face and holding it in your hand. He smiled at you, but not the lustful smile you were used to seeing. A small, warm smile, his brain flooding with happiness at the sound of you calling him pretty.
You felt Billy getting a little sloppier with his movements, and speeding up just a bit. He rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and let out a low groan, cumming inside of you, filling you with warmth. He pulled out quickly, discarding the condom in the trash and laying back on the bed next to you.
The two of you sat for a few moments in silence, his hand holding onto yours tightly. You were staring around his room, a room you’d been in a thousand times before- but things looked different now. You didn’t exactly know what different, maybe it was yourself.
Billy turned towards you, his hair messy and sweat still layered on his forehead. He smiled at you, bringing his lips to your cheek and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him.
“So, I have to ask... am I the best you’ve ever had?” You asked, kissing his neck and tickling him with your lips.
“Well, I know I’m yours,” he responded, raising his eyebrows at you.
“Whatever, don’t flatter yourself,” you said, rolling your eyes and pushing at Billy’s chest playfully.
“You might be my best, though.” He looked at you, a small grin forming.
“I’ll take that.”
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