#steve getting kicked out and living with the hendersons is HUGE for me
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even after all these years
pairing: Eddie Munson x reader
summary: based on the prompt “i take my little sibling to their school’s halloween carnival and you’re one of the volunteers/workers there and you’re super cute” but slightly different
warnings: light swearing, bats
a/n: is it even legal to finally be posting a halloween fic in december? let’s pretend it is and i’m not criminally late with it! but in my defense, i started writing this before halloween and then just never finished it </3
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Eddie didn’t want to be here. Now don’t get him wrong, he liked Halloween just as much as the next person, but being around all these people that were ready to hunt him down and burn him at the stake just months ago, who were now pretending like it never happened, just didn’t tickle his fancy.
But Dustin and Steve were very adamant on him coming with them, and as much as he wanted to decline, he couldn’t.
So now here he was, shuffling behind his friends as they wandered around the Hawkins High parking lot that had been converted into a makeshift Halloween carnival, trying his best to ignore the stares and whispers aimed his way.
Eddie was no stranger to them, but these were different. He wasn’t just a freak, he was a so called “murderer”. Even though his name had been cleared a long time ago.
“Dude, you look like you’re about to piss yourself. Relax.” Steve’s voice drew him out of his thoughts, his eyes flicking to the brown haired boy currently raising a brow at him. “You’re fine, Munson.”
“Yeah, yeah, okay. Whatever.” Eddie muttered, shoving his hands into the pockets of his denim jacket sulkily.
Dustin cast a glance back at him, frowning when he saw the older boy kicking a rock down the gravel path, much more interested in the toes of his dirty sneakers than anything else around him. He felt bad for dragging Eddie here when he obviously wasn’t having any fun, but it was good for him to get out more. He’d barely left Steve’s house at all the past seven months, only managing to drag himself to Hellfire meetings and to give Dustin an occasional ride home from school.
“Hey, you wanna come with me to get my face painted?” Dustin asked excitedly, making his way back to tug on Eddie’s sleeve with a grin. “I was thinking like a huge spiderweb, straight across my cheek. Pretty badass, don’t you think?”
“I guess.” Eddie shrugged, instantly feeling guilt pool in his stomach when he saw Dustin’s shoulders slump. So he tried his best to remedy it by plastering a smile on his face, clapping him on the back and pulling him closer by the collar of his jacket. “That does sound real badass, Henderson. Lead the way.”
Dustin perked right back up, launching into a mindless ramble about some species of spider that Eddie wasn’t paying attention to all that much as they made their way through the crowds of kids and parents to the face painting table. Immediately plunking into a free chair across from one of the Hawkins High science teachers, Dustin started talking again, probably forgetting that Eddie had come with him.
Eddie, on the other hand, was about ready to ditch him, since he was getting a few weird looks as he just stood in the middle of the array of tables awkwardly.
“Hey, I know you. You’re—”
“Yeah, yeah, Eddie the freak, satanic worshipper, murderer, yada, yada,” He grumbled, deciding to slouch over into another flimsy plastic chair with his arms crossed over his chest to get out of people’s way, barely hastening you a glance before focusing his scowl on the worn out knees of his jeans.
“Uh…okay. That’s not what I was thinking of though.” You frowned. “Hawkins middle school debate team, sixth grade.”
Eddie’s eyes snapped up, widening in horror at the sight of you. You, out of all the people he could’ve snapped at.
He remembered you, and he definitely remembered that year. The year he went to live with his uncle, which then turned into two, then three, then the rest of his life.
He’d been having trouble adjusting to being moved around so much, so he’d started acting out. Arguing with teachers, interrupting class randomly, cutting school, the whole nine yards. Apparently, he was so good at arguing with authority figures, they decided to stick him on the debate team as punishment. But honestly, it wasn’t so much of a punishment when he realized that you were also on the debate team.
Bright eyed and bushy tailed with the brightest of smiles, you were Eddie’s first crush. You were one of the only people who didn’t treat him like a total freak, sitting with him during debate practices and talking to him when no one else would, even going so far as to share your snacks with him. You never brushed him off or called him a weirdo, and you’d even kicked Tommy H in the nuts one time when he made a dig at Eddie’s clothes.
So when you moved out of Hawkins, he was pretty bummed. But now you were back, and he still felt the same butterflies in his stomach right now that he did back when he was twelve.
“What was that about being a murderer?” You tilted your head at him in confusion, to which he shook his head quickly.
“Nothing! I’m not—my name was cleared, I didn’t, uh, I didn’t murder anyone!” He tugged at the collar of his jacket awkwardly, half expecting you to shoot him a weird look.
But you just smiled, laughing a little bit. “That’s always good. Hi, Eddie.”
“Hi,” Eddie said sheepishly, holding up a ringed hand in greeting. “I didn’t know you were back.”
“Yeah, I’ve only been here for a couple weeks…” You trailed off, fiddling with your paintbrush. Hoping I’d magically run into you somehow, you wanted to add. But you didn’t. “I like your hair. Much better than the buzzcut.”
Eddie’s hand flew to his unruly curls, trying his best to smooth them down even the tiniest bit. You remembered what his hair looked like? More importantly, you remembered him?
“Oh, uh, thanks. I like your hair too.” His words came out in an awkward jumble that you just beamed even brighter at, eyes crinkling at the corners. I like your hair too? Stupid, stupid, stupid.
You didn’t seem to think it was stupid. “You’re sweet. How’ve you been? What’ve you been up to?”
Eddie shifted in his seat uncomfortably. What had he accomplished since the last time he saw you?
He’d become a drug dealer, started a club that everyone thought promoted Satanic worship, been accused for multiple gruesome murders, almost died in Hawkins the horror dimension, came back, and was now even more of a loser freak than he’d already been.
“Uh, not much. Nothing too interesting.” He mumbled. “So…what, uh, what brings you back here?”
“My grandparents’ house was damaged in that earthquake back in March and they came to live with us right after, so we’re just here trying to…hopefully salvage some stuff, maybe see if we can fix it up.” You shrugged, waving your brush around aimlessly. “Honestly, I don’t think there’s too much we can do, that was a pretty intense quake.” Eddie didn’t mean to, but he flinched a bit at your mention of the quake, seeing as what really happened was so much worse than a natural disaster.
You noticed, instantly scrambling to rectify your statement with flaming cheeks. “I mean, obviously, you knew that, you lived through it. Sorry, that was really insensitive of me, I don’t—”
“It’s fine! Don’t worry about it.” Eddie shook his head quickly, brushing it off. “I’m—I’m okay.” I nearly got eaten alive by demon bats from hell, but I’m okay. Obviously he couldn’t tell you that. Not only would he sound absolutely insane, but it would definitely scare you off, which is something he really didn’t want.
“Right, well, anyways—” You started, but were cut off by a cleared throat from a quite severe looking woman with a clipboard standing a few feet away, who was aiming a very pointed looking glare in your direction. Leaning in a little closer, your nose wrinkled in distaste, voice hushed so as to not draw her attention even more. “That’s my supervisor. She thinks I talk too much, paint too little.”
“Supervisor? Aren’t you a volunteer?” Eddie whispered, brows furrowing.
You shrugged. “Apparently this whole carnival thing is super serious this year.”
“Uh huh, because painting pumpkins on kids’ faces is such a serious thing.”
“According to her, it’s pretty much the most serious thing in the whole history of serious things.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
You had to clamp a hand over your mouth to keep from bursting into laughter, such a simple act that still sent a shot of warmth through Eddie’s chest. It also garnered the attention from your supervisor, whose angry steps quickly spurred you back to business as usual.
“And what would you like painted on your face today, Eddie?”
His lips quirked into a miniscule smile at your sudden forced enthusiastic tone, which brought a flush to your cheeks.
“Sorry,” You apologized sheepishly. “Too teacher-y?”
“I’d say just enough teacher-y.” He observed, nodding thoughtfully. “Reminds me of Mrs. Paulson from middle school. Y’know, the old lady who always smelled like pepperoni.”
“Pepperoni Paulson, I remember her,” You nodded as well, then squinted at him suspiciously. “Wasn’t she arrested for public intoxication a few years ago?”
“Yeah. I stand by my point.”
You let out a noise of indignance, eyebrows creasing and nose wrinkling in such an adorable way that Eddie almost felt the need to turn tail and run.
“Okay, asshole, what do you want painted on you?” You huffed playfully, poking his arm with the pointy end of the brush in your hand.
Eddie scratched at his nose. “Eh, I dunno. Surprise me.”
“You sure you wanna give me free reign after that smug comment? Might just draw a dick on your face to be funny.”
He couldn’t help it. A snorting laugh fell from his lips at how utterly serious you looked as you dipped the brush into the colorful array of paint in front of you.
You were the first person outside his friends not to tiptoe around him like he was about to snap at any second. Maybe it was because you had no idea what had really happened in Hawkins, but he didn’t really care. He wasn’t used to it, but he liked it. He really liked it.
Both Steve and Dustin’s heads whipped around at the sound of Eddie’s laughter, regarding each other with identical wide eyed stares before gawking over at him. They hadn’t heard him laugh in months. They didn’t even know he still could laugh.
But there he was, sitting at the face painting booth across from you, head tipped back, shoulders shaking, looking…happy.
Eddie, on the other hand, felt like he was about to spontaneously combust at your close proximity—your fingers gripping his chin to keep him still, the delicate swipe of your brush across his cheek, your knees wedged between his own to get the right angle for steady strokes. How you radiated vanilla and cinnamon and the kind of warmth that spread through his own body with every carefully controlled breath he took.
To make matters worse, your tongue poked out from between your lips in pure concentration, something Eddie realized you had in common. Though he probably wasn’t as cute when he did it.
His gaze bounced around, focusing on anywhere else, anything else but you.
“You look kinda uncomfortable right now, Eddie,” You said softly, your breath a barely there puff of air across his skin that still had goosebumps raising on his arms. “Are you okay? Do you need me to stop?”
“No, I’m—I’m good! It’s just…cold out today.” He finished lamely, fingers fiddling with the rips in his pants.
“It is.” You concurred, smiling softly. “I gotta say, I definitely haven’t missed Hawkins in that area.”
Hawkins has definitely missed you, Eddie thought. Okay, maybe not Hawkins. Just me.
The paint on his cheek was cold too, but it did nothing to quell the flame of his cheeks to rosy red the more he realized that twelve year old Eddie would give anything to be where he was right now. Hell, even himself from a few months ago would’ve had an aneurysm if he knew that he actually had the chance to talk to you again.
Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, jerking him back to reality. “Alright, take a look, tell me what you think.” You passed him a small mirror, leaning back in your seat. “You can tell me if you hate it. I’ll just go curl up in a ball and die from embarrassment.”
“I won’t hate it, I promise. I—” He glanced in the mirror, stopping mid-sentence when he saw what you’d created oh so carefully. A flurry of tiny bats scattered across his cheek, the black paint a stark contrast to his pale skin.
“Oh my god, you hate it!” You moaned, hiding your face behind your hands.
“I don’t!”
“You so do!”
“Y/N, I promise I don’t hate it. See, look,” He pulled up the sleeve of his jacket hastily to reveal a similar grouping of bats tattooed on his forearm. “More bats.”
The scars marring his torso and chest twinged, not out of pain, but as a reminder. Bats. Obviously, he couldn’t tell you the real reason why he wasn’t too fond of bats, but he’d sooner face the Upside Down again than tell you he hated what you’d done.
“Oh, okay. Good. Because I was afraid I just blew my chance at impressing you after all these years.”
“You—you wanted to impress me?” He asked incredulously, eyebrows furrowing.
“‘Course I did. Feels a little late to admit this, but I totally had a crush on you in middle school.”
“You did?”
“I did. I was even thinking about telling you before I left, but it just…didn’t feel right, y’know? Dropping such a big thing and then bailing?”
“Y/N, you moved away, that’s not bailing.” Eddie shook his head, then inhaled a sharp breath. “I—I actually liked you too. And I wanted to tell you back then, but then you…y’know, moved, and I thought I’d lost my chance.”
It suddenly felt a lot harder to breathe, but you managed to utter your next words despite it. “But now I’m back.”
“Now you’re back,” He repeated. “You’re back, and I get another one.” His hand came down on your knee, the warmth of his palm sending a different kind of warmth to your cheeks. “I still like you. I don’t think I ever stopped. I actually think it got worse—no, not worse! Liking you was never a bad thing, it was a really good thing. It has been a really good thing, I just—I didn’t know if I was ever gonna see you again, and now that I have, I…am totally rambling, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to—”
“Eddie—”
“—overload you with my feelings, I just felt like it was something I should tell you, since—”
“Eddie,” You repeated, your hand blanketing his on your jeans. “Stop talking.” His mouth snapped shut immediately, brown eyes wide. “I still like you too.”
“You…you do?” You nodded. “Even after all these years?” Another nod, this time accompanied by a soft smile.
“Even after all these years.” You echoed, tapping along the rings adorning his knuckles. His fingers twitched, aching to entwine with yours, but he was afraid that he might be hallucinating right now. There was no way in hell you felt the same way, now or ever. He wanted to pinch himself, but he felt it might be weird.
You could tell by the way his mouth dropped open the slightest bit that the cogs in his mind were working overdrive, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. “I’m gonna kiss you now, Eddie. Feel free to stop me.”
Eddie wasn’t going to stop you. He’d never even dream about it.
When your lips touched his, he could swear that he was dreaming—that any second now, he’d wake up in his own bed, back to the reality where this whole thing never happened. Where you were still god knows where, miles and miles away from Hawkins, probably not even paying him any mind at all.
This time, he really did pinch himself, and he was beyond pleased to realize that this was real, that you were in fact here, kissing him, right now. He leaned forward into you, one hand sliding around the back of your neck while the other cupped your cheek tenderly. Yours came up to grip at his biceps, fingers curling into the worn leather of his sleeves as if you were securing him place, making sure that he couldn’t slip away the way he did all those years ago.
And when his hands moved down to your chair to drag you a little bit closer, you took that chance to take his face in yours, tracing the curve of his jaw lightly as his mouth moved against yours eagerly.
Both of you seemed to realize that you were in a public place with lots of people around at the same time, pulling away from each other swollen lipped and a little breathless, but still with identical stupid grins on your faces.
“Oh no,” You pouted, holding up your hand for him to see the splotches of black paint smudging your fingertips. “I ruined my hard work.”
“Looks like you’re just gonna have to do them all over again.”
“Looks like it.”
“Can I make a request though?” You raised an eyebrow at his sheepish turned suspiciously giddy grin. “No more bats.”
“I knew you hated them, you asshole!”
“I said I didn’t hate them! They’re really good, but bats are just…not my thing.”
“Says the boy with the bat tattoo.”
Cocking his head to the side, Eddie ignored you, instead opting to lean in and kiss you again, and of all the ways he could’ve changed the subject, this was by far the best.
Eddie had never been so grateful for his friends’ constant pestering and dragging him everywhere he didn’t want to go, because it led him back to you, the one that got away. Twelve year old Eddie knew it was you, current day Eddie knew it was you, and now you knew it too.
He’d thank Steve and Dustin later when he had the time, but not now. Eddie was too busy planning out all the things he wanted to say to you and do with you before his luck turned and you were gone again. Though if he’s being honest, he doesn’t think you’re planning on leaving anytime soon.
Neither are you. No way in hell were you thinking about leaving when coming back to Hawkins got you paint smudged fingers, some closure, and finally Eddie Munson.
Even after all these years.
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“Hey dickhead I brought you a gift,” Steve grabs Eddie by the shoulders steering him over to Dustin and Eddie’s not sure if that’s for support or to stop him running away.
Mike looks genuinely excited to see him and gives him a crushing hug. It’s not like they haven’t seen each other lately, but it’s usually at Eddie’s place and saying he’s been low energy would be an understatement. They come to the trailer for him more than themselves, as if they think bringing him video rentals will somehow bring him to life again. He wishes it was that easy.
He pats Mike on the back to break the hug before making his way over to Dustin.
“Happy birthday, Henderson.”
Dustin manages to muster up an unconvincing smile, and Eddie will give him a few points for effort. “Thanks, Eddie.”
They hug awkwardly before Steve steps in to save him. “You want your present? Unless you’ve already stolen it from my room.”
“Of course I haven’t!” Dustin rounds on him. “I have manners, Steve. My beautiful mother raised me well.” Eddie watches as Dustin beams at his mom, blowing her a kiss, and she beams right back and catches it in her hand, puts it in her pocket. It’s incredibly sweet and a younger version of himself would be too bitter and jealous to appreciate such a sickly display of affection, but this Eddie is older and has seen some shit so he smiles at Dustin despite the pang of longing in his chest.
He hands over the bag while Steve heads off to get his.
“Uh, you don’t have to open it now, or anything, you know. Just. Like, whenever.” He shoves his hands into his pockets, feeling awkward. His eyes are darting around the room, half looking for exits and half looking to see if he’s being stared at. There are a couple of kids trying to get a glimpse without looking too obvious, and a couple of adults in the kitchen giving him the stink eye. He’s getting increasingly itchy to leave.
Before he can think about that further Steve wanders back to save him. And isn’t that a weird fucking thing to be thinking right now? That Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington is the person he’s coming to see as a beacon in a dark sea. Jesus.
He watches Dustin rifle through the gift bag.
“My Little Pony, Steve? I’m sixteen you asshole!”
“That’s just the paper, dickhead, I didn’t actually buy you a doll.”
Eddie smiles. “How do you feel about the Care Bears?”
“Jesus Christ,” Dustin shakes his head as if he’s talking to children.
Eddie grabs a coke and heads into the backyard. The Henderson’s living room isn’t exactly huge and it’s stifling and honestly just being here and showing up is a big deal, right? So he heads off into the yard hoping to find a space to breathe.
It all feels very weird. He was barely out of the hospital this time last year and he had bigger concerns than Dustin’s birthday. It must be hard for Dustin, with half the party missing, along with the extra additions they bring with them - Erica, Nancy, Jonathan. Eddie knows how that feels. He misses the band, more than he will admit to anyone else. And he misses Hellfire, and the huge hole it left behind. The guys, yeah of course, but the sticking up for the guys. The lunch time rabble rousing. God it was fun.
He misses having fun. He misses feeling light, unburdened. He misses not being frightened.
He misses his life.
He finds a ratty lawn chair that looks like it should take his weight and lowers himself into it. There’s a couple of women out here he doesn’t recognise, likely friends of Mrs Henderson, and a few more kids. Eddie can’t fathom having this many friends anymore. Did he ever?
“Eddie?”
Fuck.
“Hey man,” Eddie says, moving to stand up, and… what? Shake his hand? Who is he that he can’t interact with his friends anymore? (Are they even still friends?)
Gareth waves him off, “Sit down, dude. Dustin said your leg is still fucked, you don’t need to stand.”
Right. Was it naive to think they wouldn’t be talking about him? Probably.
The atmosphere is fucking thick with unsaid words and unhealed wounds. He hasn’t seen Gareth in months. It’s been bad enough trying to fight his way through with Dustin and Mike, but Gareth is a different ballgame. They have history.
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Please give us something where Nancy and the wheelers do not take Steve/billy coming out well, I mean it’s the Regan admin in the 80’s, so in comes good bro Jonathan. He supports Steve/billy, because he likes that Will now gets to see a healthy m/m relationship and gets to feel less alone. I just want Jonathan, Joyce and Hopper loving and supporting Steve and billy. I want Jon talking sense into Nancy, while Joyce goes feral mom on the wheelers. Our boys need more awesome family.
So, a LOT of homophobic, ignorant language. Karen is awful (I HATE her in canon, so this just gave me an excuse to make her even MORE terrible).
Also I don’t think I’ve written Mike before. It was kinda fun.
This is not the most Nancy positive piece also.
Read on ao3!
“I don’t want you around that Harrington boy anymore.”
Mike blinked. He didn’t know when his mom stopped referring to him as Steve with that disgusting fucking dreamy quality to her voice, and switched it out for practically spitting his last name.
Maybe it was around the same time he and Billy got outed by Billy’s shitty dad.
Basically, Neil had come home to find Billy and Steve messing around. He had slapped Billy around, and kicked him out. Steve’s parents did the same when Neil got a hold of Mr. Harrington’s secretary to track them down on vacation somewhere in Europe. Apparently they had come home as soon as possible and Steve was crying in the Hendersons’ spare room, his cheek bruised.
Billy had been taken in by Joyce and Hop, in the new, slightly larger house they had bought for their combined family, had insisted he was fine on his own, until Joyce put her foot down, said she would not take no for an answer, it was either move in, or she lived on the streets with him. He moved in that same afternoon.
“And we know he’s at the Hendersons’. We don’t want you going over there.”
“Why not? You think he’s gonna turn me gay or something?”
“Well, Michael, we just don’t want you in a situation with someone like that. We’re trying to keep you safe.” Mike made a face.
“If he was gonna do something gross to me, he would’ve done it by now. You know how many times he’s driven me home? Alone?”
“And it makes my skin crawl just thinking about what could’ve happened, Mike! Your father and I are just trying to protect you. Claudia practically threw a fit when I told her it wasn’t safe to have that boy in the house with Dustin. Don’t you think their relationship is, odd? I think he’s, well I think he’s already gotten to poor Dustin, and that boy is just, he’s too scared to say anything.”
“Are you serious? Steve’s a nice guy! Kind of a dumbass, but he’s nice. He wouldn’t do that.” She raised an eyebrow at him.
“You can never be sure with these people. They can’t control themselves. And it’s more than that! We don’t know if he has that, that disease. Nobody knows how it’s spreading!”
“Aren’t you forgetting that he dated Nancy for like, a year? Wouldn’t she have gotten it?” Mrs. Wheeler literally shivered. Acted as though a fucking ghost passed through her.
“Oh, believe me, I’ll be taking Nancy to the doctor myself. And while we’re discussing it, I don’t want you at the Byers’ either. That Hargrove boy is with them and that’s who Steve was caught with.” Mike’s eyes bugged out.
“But, El lives with them! Are you seriously saying I can’t go over to any of my friends’ houses, or see my girlfriend?”
“No, you can go see Lucas. He’s not contaminated.” He just scoffed at her, stomping up to his room, passing Nancy on the way.
“Can you fucking believe her? She said we can’t go to the Byers’ anymore because Billy is there, and I’m not allowed to see Will or Dustin or El, let alone Steve.”
“She’s just trying to keep us safe.” He gawked at her.
“Not you too, Jesus Nancy!” He made sure to slam his door behind him.
The next day he told his mom he and Lucas were going to The Hawke. They rode their bikes over to the Byers’ instead.
Mrs. Henderson’s car was out front behind where the Camaro sat under a tarp. Billy hadn’t been taking his car anywhere, it was too recognizable for this town. Steve’s car was still in the drive in front of his parents’ house, scratches in the side from keys, an F-word of choice spray painted over the hood. Steve was told not to touch anything his parents had provided for him when he had to pack his shit and leave. Jonathan had had to pick him up and drive him to Dustin’s.
They left their bikes out front. Max’s skateboard was on the porch. The two boys raised their eyebrows at one another. Max was forbidden to see Billy, was really playing with fire.
“Hey boys!” Mrs. Byers greeted as they slammed their way inside, “Everyone is in Will’s room.” Will had a nice setup at their new place. Jonathan and Billy were sharing the largest room, and had been getting along well, much to everyone’s surprise. El had taken the small room, said she wouldn’t know what to do with herself in too much space, so Will was able to squeeze a table in his room, used it for his art and DnD games. When they went inside, El and Max shot up to hug their boys. Billy was sitting the squashy chair by the open window, smoking with Steve perched in his lap. Will and El had been lounged on the bed, Jonathan sitting against the wall on the floor, on music duty. Everyone waved lazily at them.
“My mom’s officially cracked. She told me I wasn’t allowed to be here anymore. Or your house.” He nodded to Dustin from where he was sitting at the little table, going through Will’s sketches.
“Yeah she came over to our place and yelled about how Steve has obviously been molesting me and has AIDS and stuff.” He said it lazily.
“Yep and it was really funny and I love reliving it.” Steve huffed, taking the cigarette from Billy’s hand, taking a drag and blowing it out the window.
“She told me she’s gonna take Nancy to the doctor to get tested for it.” Steve stood up, storming out of the room, the door slamming behind him.
“She wasn’t so nervous about this shit when she was trying to fuck me last summer.” Billy flicked the butt out the window, following Steve yelling Princess, slow down, would ya?
“What did Nancy say?” Jonathan had stopped flicking through tapes. Mike shrugged, stealing Billy and Steve’s spot in the good chair.
“She just said Mom was trying to keep us safe.” He furrowed his brows.
“She really, she said that?” He stood up. “I have to make a call.” He swept out of the room, no doubt going to confront his girlfriend.
“This whole thing is really hurting Steve. I can hear him crying most nights. He thinks he’s quiet about it, but he’s never quiet.” Dustin shuddered. “The things I’ve heard.”
“Happy screams?” El laughed as Dustin mimed throwing up.
“I’d like to clarify that I don’t think it’s gross because they’re both guys, but hearing your brother have sex is not ideal in any situation.”
“Don’t let Steve hear you call him your brother, he’ll probably cry over it.” Max laughed dryly from the floor. “I didn’t know someone could cry so damn much.” Dustin rolled his eyes.
“He’s a sensitive soul! And he’s going through a lot. Don’t make fun of Steve.” She stuck her tongue out at him.
“Stevie?” Billy found Steve outside, sitting on the back porch. He sat down next to him, lighting two cigarettes, passing one to Steve.
“I just, just can’t believe she would, would say that.” His hands were shaking. “About, about Nancy.”
“She’s a bitch, Baby.” He tucked Steve under his arm. “But she shouldn’t have, shouldn't have said that.”
“It just makes me feel like shit that the kids have been pulled into this now.”
“I know, Baby. Me too.” He kissed the top of his head. “But we’ll figure this out. Once I graduate, we’ll get the fuck outta here. Take the kids with us if we gotta.” Steve chuckled
“I think we could all do with at least four fresh starts, each.” Billy laughed into his hair.
“You boys doing okay?” Joyce had poked her head out. “I heard some banging around.
“Sorry, Joyce. Steve was being dramatic.” Steve slapped Billy on the chest as he pulled away.
“Sorry, Joyce. Just got mad.” She came and sat down with them.
“Anything I can help with?”
“Not unless you want to slash Karen Wheeler’s tires with me.” Steve slapped Billy’s chest again.
“What? What did she do?”
“She just said some stuff to Nancy and Mike.” She raised an eyebrow at Steve. He sighed. “About, about how she doesn’t, doesn’t want Mike over here, or at Dustin’s. She said, said it’s not safe or something.” He couldn’t look her in the eye.
She was immediately, righteously, furious.
“She said it’s not safe? You know, I was wondering why she would never come down my line at Melvald’s anymore. That awful woman! She doesn’t even know you two! It’s been wonderful having you around. Both of you.” She was looking at them, eyes wide and sharp.
“We just, we feel bad bringing all this onto you, your families.” Billy offered.
“Well don’t. You two are our family. No question about it.” Steve’s eyes were welling up. “And in this family, we care about each other, protect each other, and don’t listen when the Karen Wheelers of the world are saying stupid, stupid things.” Steve launched himself at her, hugging her tightly. Billy joined in, both boys smothering her with their combined weight.
She patted both their cheeks when they pulled back.
“Plus, I’ve always gotten this feeling about Will. I think you two are good for him. Show him he can be happy.”
“Hello?”
“Nancy? Hey, it’s Jonathan.”
“Oh, Jon! Hi! What are you up to?”
“Well, nothing much. I was just informed that your mom may have said some shit to Mike about Billy and Steve?”
“Wait, is he there? He’s not supposed to be-”
“You don’t, you don’t agree with her? Do you?” Nancy sighed down the line. Jonathan’s heart sank.
“Well, I don’t quite know what to think anymore, Jon.”
“So accusing Steve of being a child molester is the what you’re going with?”
“No! I mean, I don’t think he would, but, it just, it makes you think. He was always, kind of, I don’t know, obsessed with the kids.” Jonathan nearly slammed the phone back onto the receiver.
“Are you fucking kidding? You’re serious? He likes the kids because they like him! He likes taking care of people! The kids need him!”
“Well, and maybe, maybe a part of me feels kind of, hurt. I mean, he dated me for a whole year Jon, and then, acted all hurt when I broke it off like, like that’s not what he wanted the whole time!”
“Some people like both, Nancy! He loved you and was hurt when you broke it off! Now he loves Billy, and that has nothing to do with you!”
“But he lied to me! For that whole time we were together!”
“What would’ve happened if he had told you? What if I said I like guys too, what would you do?”
“Jon, don’t be gross.”
“See! He couldn’t have told you. It’s not safe for people like them!” He laughed coldly. “How many times has Steve saved our fucking lives Nancy? The kids lives? I can’t believe, after everything, you would just, just do this.”
“What? Worry about the safety of my little brother? You think I don’t worry about you sharing a room with Billy every night?”
“You know what we do in that room, Nancy? We talk about our shitty dads, and get high, and listen to music. We don’t, he doesn’t make moves on me. Gay people aren’t inherently rapists.”
“I never said they were!”
“No, you just implied it heavily. Look, Nancy. Why don’t we take some time. You can make up your mind about your friends, and we’ll talk when you decide if you’re going to be a decent person or not.”
“Wait, are you, are you breaking up with me? Over this?”
“This is a serious issue, Nancy! I can’t be with someone who thinks that way!”
“Is this, are you trying to tell me you’re like them?”
“No, Nancy. I’m not trying to tell you anything. What I am telling you, is that I don’t want to date a bigot. Call me if you ever decide not to be one.” He slammed down the phone, chest heaving.
“Did you just dump her?” Will’s eyes were wide in the doorway.
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“She said some really shitty stuff about Steve and Billy. And by extension, all gay men.” He could see Will swallow.
“And you, you dumped her for that?”
“I can’t date someone who hates people for who they love. I don’t need that in my life.” Will was blinking hard as he stumbled toward Jonathan. he hugged him tightly. “Hey, you okay?”
“Yeah, I, I’m good.” He smiled at him before walking back towards his room.
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Say It Again ~ Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader
Warnings: Smut, feelings
Word count: 2k
A/N: Just gonna thank @jxnehxpper for helping me out with this! I hope you like the end result!
Description: Steve tries to tell Y/N how he’s really feeling but there seems to be a huge misunderstanding
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Steve stared at you across the parking lot, the red and blue police lights shining off your face. You were the most beautiful person to him no matter where he went, even if your face was streaked with dirt and tears. Everything felt like it was gone in through slow motion, everything zoomed in on you. Sure, his eye was almost swollen shut and he probably had a concussion but it felt like something more. When he sat on the bathroom floor talking about love with Robin, all he could think of was you. Your laugh, the stupid jokes you always had at the ready, how you looked after you just woke up, it all seemed incredibly clear to him. He was in love with his best friend’s sister. Dustin was going to murder him when he found out.
“Steve? Are you okay?”
He didn’t even realize that he had gotten up and walked over to stand in front of you. You had a look on your face that he had never seen before, it looked like someone had kicked you in the stomach.
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Are you though? You look upset.” He reached out trying to grab your hand but you wrapped your arms around yourself.
“I’m fine, Steve. Just go check up on Robin or something,” you whispered, letting your gaze fall to the ground.
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Steve, I don’t need you to baby me. I heard you in the bathroom talking to Robin. I heard you telling her that you love her so just go and check on Robin!”
You shoved yourself off the ambulance, practically running to your car. Steve stood there in complete shock. Then it clicked and he spun on his heels sprinting after you. You were already in the car before he slammed into the car door, banging on the door window.
“Get out of the car, Y/N! You don’t understand, just let me explain!” Steve pleaded, “You didn’t hear me right, please don’t leave!”
He can see a couple tears fall down your face as you drive away, feeling as if someone punched him again. Then he felt anger start in the pit of his stomach. Thankfully, Joyce had found his keys when she was downstairs and had given them back to him. He backed away slowly from all the EMTs and nurses who would for sure stop him from driving. He let out a slow breath and shifted the car into gear.
You slammed the door to your apartment, wiping away a couple of stray tears. It had torn your heart listening to Steve tell Robin he was starting to fall in love with her. You had watched Steve be with Dustin and be the father figure he needed. He had changed from the party king of Hawkins High to the best damn babysitter she’d ever seen. You had felt your heart swell every time you saw him walk through your doorway. It’s fine, you would get over it eventually, tears were normal for this kind of hurt. So you let a sob choke out and that’s when the door flew open. Steve stood in front of you, in his whole injured glory, breathing heavily.
“Steve, what are you d-“
“I don’t know what you think you heard but you are wrong,” Steve whispered, “I was not telling Robin that I loved her.”
You scoffed, talking a step back.
“No, shut up. You don’t get to talk right now, so cut the sass. We were talking about love and she asked me if I was ever in love before. Obviously, I was in love with Nancy but then. Then there was you,” A shaky smile flitted across his face, “you are everything I don’t deserve. I love everything about you. Even the things you think are bad! Even when you are crying and your hair is messy and there’s blood on your shirt, I love all of it. I can’t even imagine you not being in my life. So it doesn’t matter if you don’t love me back, we can just be friends, just don’t shut me out. Don’t leave me alone, Y/N.”
His words echoed in your head. He loved you? Steve “The Hair” Harrington loved you? Impossible. Not realistic. This definitely had to be a dream. You were overtired, kidnapped by Russians, this was just a hallucination. You gave your arm a hard pinch. He was still there, still in front of you. Still loving you.
“Say it again,” you whispered.
His brow furrowed for a second before he realized what you meant and started walking towards you slowly.
“I love you, Y/N.”
“Again, please?”
“I love you so much,” he was standing in front of you, his hands hovering over your cheeks.
“One more time?”
His hands rested against your cheeks. You never even noticed how soft his hands were until they were resting against your own skin. His forehead rested against yours, his brown eyes looking into yours.
“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, “so much.”
You let out a breathy laugh, reaching your own hands up to cup his face. It didn’t matter that your face was bruised or that he had dried blood on his face, this moment was perfect. You both leaned in and your lips meeting in the gentlest of kisses. Steve pulled away, giving you just enough room to give him an eskimo kiss. His pupils were mirrors of your own, blown wide and full of love.
“Now are you going to tell me you love me too?”
You laughed, pulling him into a kiss. And another, and another.
“I love you so much, Steven. I love you so much, you don’t even know how much I love you,” you whispered against his lips.
“Oh thank God, and here I thought you were just kissing me because I am an amazing kisser.”
“Shut up and kiss me, Harrington.“
His lips slammed into yours with so much force you felt it all the way down to your toes. That was when you felt him dart his tongue out to brush against your lower lip. The moan left your mouth before you even realized you were going to. You could feel his smirk against your lips as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. Your hands instantly moved up to weave into his hair, giving it a small tug. The sound that came out of his mouth made you pull away in shock, your mouth making an ‘O’. Steve stared back at you with a hunger in his eyes that made you want to devour him. He pulled you back to him, letting your mouths move together. You started to move backwards, pulling him by the tassels on his uniform, never letting your mouth leave his. When your back hit the wall, he pushed his body against yours letting you feel everything.
“Okay, okay, let’s just wait for a second,” he panted, his lips grazing your neck for a moment, “do you want this, Y/N? We don’t have to this right now.”
“I have waited for this moment ever since I saw you wield that damn bat, Steve, you better take me into that bedroom and fuck the living daylights out of me.” You grabbed the back of his hair, giving it a sharp tug.
He shoved you back against the wall letting his lips clamp around your neck, sucking and nipping against your skin. He could hear the sounds falling off your lips and those sounds alone made him stiffen. One of your hands was woven into his hair, the other hand digging into his back. His lips travelled up your neck back up to your lips. He reached down to grab the back of your thighs and lifting you up, still pushing you against the wall. You felt him grind against you and you felt a shiver run through your body.
“Steve, please take me to the bedroom, please, baby,” you pleaded, “I need you, Steve, please.”
He let out a groan, letting his head fall back. His fingernails dug into your thighs making you whimper.
“Baby girl, you have no idea how many times I imagined you saying that to me,” he growled, carrying you over to the bedroom, kicking the door in.
He fell onto the bed with you under him and his hands flew immediately to your shirt buttons, undoing them as fast as he could. As soon as your shirt was off, he started kissing down your neck to land on your collarbone. He looked up at you, meeting your eyes and asking for permission. When you give him a tiny nod, he reached around to unhook your bra and tossing it across the room. In an instant, his lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking gently and massaging your other breast, rolling your nipple in his fingers. You arched against his touch, letting out a low moan. You grabbed his hair, yanking his head up and pulling him towards your face. You grabbed his shirt and pulled it up over his head. You reached down towards his shorts but his hand shot out, grabbing your wrist.
“No, you need to be patient, baby,” Steve whispered, laying you back down on the bed, “I want you to be patient.”
You wrapped your legs around his waist, flipping him onto his back. You looked down, both of your breathing heavy and hot. His eyes were huge, and even though his face was bruised and battered, you had never seen someone as beautiful as he was in this moment. You leaned down, letting your lips brush against his ear.
“I’m not good at waiting, love. And I’m done waiting for this.”
Your hands moved down unbuttoning his shorts and pulling them off his legs, then doing the same to you. He reached down letting his fingers hook into your underwear, pulling them down. You felt his fingers hover between your legs and you let out a small whine.
“Please, Stevie, I need something. I can’t take the teasing, baby, please.”
He let his fingers trail across your slit, relishing in the small hiss of pleasure you got from just that. He let his fingers push into you, feeling you tighten around his fingers. You threw your head back, letting your hands run up your chest and making sounds Steve would never ever forget. He pulled his hand away to pull down his underwear.
“Condom?”
“In the dresser.”
Steve rolled over to grab a condom from your bedside table, ripping the foil with his teeth and rolling it on. He looked up at you, grabbing both of your hands.
“Are you absolutely positive you want this, Y/N?” He pulled your hands to his face, brushing his lips against your knuckles.
“Yes, I am absolutely 100% positive that I want this. I love you, Steve.”
With one swift movement, you were on your back and he pushed into you slowly. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream, digging your nails into his back leaving crescent moons in his skin. Steve grabbed your hands, interlocking his fingers with your and holding them above your head. His pace was excruciatingly slow but the amount of love you saw in his eyes made you feel so warm and safe. He slipped one of his hands out of yours and reached down to brush his fingers against your clit. His name fell from your lips like a chant, a prayer. Your legs wrapped around his hips and squeezed, feeling yourself fall over the edge. Steve’s mouth fell open only letting himself go after he knew you had come. He fell against you, kissing your jaw, lips, neck, cheeks, every piece of skin he could get at before kissing your lips once more.
“I love you, Y/N, so, so much,” he whispered against your lips, pulling out, continuing to lay on top of you.
“I love you too, Stevie, but I’m going to be really honest with you, we both need a shower like right now.”
“So shower sex?”
“You never know, you’ll just have to go to the shower and see what happens,” you smirk up at him, giving him a quick peck on the lips.
“Did I mention I love you?”
“Only once or twice.”
“Well I am never going to let you forget that I love you, baby. I’m going to tell you so many times you will get sick of me,” he let his thumb rub against your cheek.
“Game on, Harrington.”
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington/reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington fic#steve harrington smut#steve harrington imagine#stranger things imagine#steve harrington x henderson reader
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Plus One
Steve Harrington has had an eventful life. He's slain monsters, saved the princess, and earned his dignity back. But that was in the past.
It's seven years later, 1994, and he's still finding himself. His friends have been up to other things though, getting married and inviting him to those weddings.
It's the last thing he wants to do, but his roommate decides to make him go through all four weddings in hopes of finding someone.
And so it begins.
(chapter one)
It’s been seven years since the gang has had any incident or warnings or dreams about monsters. Things have died down in Hawkins. So much so that it’s starting to feel normal again, or whatever normal is for everyone else.
Steve feels like an outsider, though. Everyone he knows is getting married. Nancy and Jonathan, Robin and Kali, Hopper and Joyce, hell even Tommy and Carol tied the knot in Vegas. All of these, weddings he’s been invited to. Except for the latter, they sent him a postcard with a phallic drawing in the back.
He was used to moping, even if Robin had threatened to make him listen to disco to cheer him up. You thought it was funny though, it showed he had some emotion after all.
It’s not that he couldn’t continue his womanizing streak. It’s just that after feeling that connection with Nancy, he didn’t want to see different people in the morning. He wanted the one.
It didn’t help that his parents would call all the time now. Asking him things like if he’d found a girlfriend yet, or a steady job, or be constantly reminded that the clock was ticking. He was painfully aware.
He’d just come back from his stint as a bartender in some dingy club in lower Manhattan to the somewhat comfortable apartment he shared with you and Robin. Well, that is, until Robin decided to move in with Kali. Robin had taking a liking to you, you weren’t as girly and deluded as the other applicants they were going through and you certainly weren’t as bothersome.
Envelopes and bills spilled on the black mat you’d picked out, warding off visitors or unwanted guests with a foul word written on it. He gathered them, going through them as he opened the door. Nothing but bills and subscriptions.
What a joy to be an adult.
He let the things fall onto the taped up coffee table on its last legs and collapsed onto the faded green couch.
He heard the pitter-patter of your feet running into the living room. “Oh honey, you’re home.”
He snorted. “Haha, funny.”
“What? No ‘Hey how’s your day?’ or ‘Good Morning’?”
“Good Morning.” He mumbled face down.
You smirk, settling onto the arm of the couch. “How bad was it?”
“Oh god, so bad.” He lifts his head up, eyes rolling for dramatic effect.
“I’ve never had to clean vomit before in my life and now I feel so bad for what you have to go through.”
“Ugh, ok there’s a difference between cleaning up after drunk assholes and poorly malnutrition-ed dogs.”
He groans, stuffing his face back down. “My back is killing me.”
“Oh, I’m sorry Grandpa, do you want me to rub your back or maybe your feet?”
His head lifts up again to narrow his eyes at you. “You’re only four years younger than me, this is your future! But also, yes please.”
You roll your eyes in amusement. “I’m never going to be like this at your age.”
He chortles. “Oh yeah?”
“Mhmm. Unlike you, I have a life. I’m active!”
“I’m not sure sitting with a pack of popcorn and watching sci-fi tv counts as being active.”
You gasp and rip the pillow from underneath him to hit him with it. “You’re the one who cried when Scully and Mulder -”
“Ahhhhh! No! Shut up!” He plugs his ears with his fingers.
You erupt with laughter, falling off of the arm and onto the floor.
You share a fun moment together before he groans again about his back. You think to resolve this with the expensive purchase you’ve been hiding. You rush into your room, if it could even be called that, grab the basin, fill it with water and back into the living room.
“Here, kick off your shoes.” You kneel down, turning on the machine and placing his feet into the water.
His tone changes the moment he feels the warmer kick in. He throws his head back in content and comfort. You take his shoes and place them near the doorway.
“Did you see this?” You ask, the gold of a letter catching your eye. He hums in response.
You use the keys to rip it open, the hard cardstock nearly giving you a paper cut. You’re greeted with a beautiful invitation, all black with gold lettering and cursive writing.
“You are cordially invited to share in a celebration of the union of Dustin Henderson and Suzie Smith.”
Steve’s eyes fly open as he turns his head to face you. “Let me see that.”
You pass it to him, getting comfortable in the little space and trying to remember where you’ve heard their names before.
Steve chuckles to himself, scanning the whole invite. “He did it. He really did it.”
“Dustin...is he the one you’re always talking about?”
“Yeah,” he smiles to himself, thinking of how much time has passed. “Kind of like the little brother I never had. Wow, I haven’t seen him since he was 15.”
You’ve never seen Steve so happy before. He doesn’t talk much about his life back in Hawkins and neither did Robin. You could only assume it was as boring like your own hometown and thus the reason for their leave.
“Isn’t this the fourth wedding you’ve been invited to?”
He sighs. “Yeah but, I don’t even know if I’m going to any of them.”
Your brows furrow. “Why not? You said it yourself this is like your brother.”
He lets the invitation fall onto his lap. “Because - I, I’m not as interesting as they probably think I am.”
“Pfft. So what? You want to entertain some people to spruce your ego or something?”
“No,” he crosses his arms. “It’s just everyone’s getting married, my cousin just had like his third kid, oh and this guy at the bar was showing me his grandkid and crying like crazy.”
“So? Everyone’s different, things don’t always have to match up. You don’t have anything to prove.”
He squeezes his eyes closed and runs his hand through his hair.
“How about this? We go and we just try and set you up with someone. Doesn’t matter who. It’s four weddings, there’s bound to be some marriage material in there.”
He side smiles, contemplating. “Alright.”
“Good,” you clap. “You need this. Plus there’s something wrong with the plumbing and we have to leave while they fix it.”
He groans.
January 13, 1994
Nancy & Jonathan’s Wedding
Portland, Maine
One Day Before
The airplane ride wasn’t too bad. Actually no, that was a lie. There was mostly turbulence and you spent most of the four hours freaking out and thinking that there was something going horribly wrong. Steve wouldn’t stop laughing at you though, faking that your seatbelt had come undone too many times. You shut him out by grabbing a blanket and trying to lull yourself to sleep without thinking about how you were suspended in mid-air on a death trap.
It didn’t work as well as you’d hoped, being able to hear Steve’s poor flirting with the flight attendant. You rolled your eyes, but you had to give him some credit. He was starting early.
Steve shook you awake shortly after touchdown, poking at you. “Alright good, you’re in one piece. Can’t afford to claim you as extra baggage.”
You faked a laugh and pinched him, earning a yelp from him and eyes from other passengers.
One confusing cab ride later, you both had arrived at a pleasant looking hotel. It looked over the ocean, which smelled and felt so incredible. It was cloudy now, the sun hiding away and making the hotel the sole focus of your attention.
You struggled to get your suitcase up the stairs, eventually giving up and letting Steve carry it while you carried the other bags.
“Geez, what’s in here, rocks?”
“Hey! I didn’t know what to bring exactly so I brought a little of everything.”
“You look like you packed for two weeks, we’re only going to be here for two days!”
“I work hard to look good, Steve. Which is less than I can say about this number.” You gestured to his wardrobe consisting of a worn henley, frayed at the end of the sleeves, a denim jacket and brown boots you stole from him from time to time.
He looks up and down. “I think I look good.”
You ignore him, continuing up the infernal stairs, mentally making a note to join Robin on her retreats.
You two are trying to catch your breath at the desk when you meet the attendant.
“Byers wedding.” You huff out.
When you’re handed the keys, you steer Steve into an elevator, not even bothering to look at the massive set of stairs even if they were decorated beautifully.
“Hurry.” He whispers, dragging the suitcases.
“I’m trying! You’re the one who packed all these jackets.”
“It’s cold, do you want us to freeze?”
“No, but we could’ve done with two!”
You both finally arrive to your room confused.
“Wait, why did she give you only one key?” Steve asks, hand on his hip like a mother.
“I don’t know, you’re the one that booked it.” You shrugged, sticking the keys in and opening the door.
“I clearly said two people in one roo - I see my mistake.”
A single king bed stares back at you both, tidied up with a towel teddy bear in the middle of it.
You glance at Steve, meeting his eyes before glancing back to the room. You both stay silent.
“I’ll take the floor.” You both say in unison.
“No, no, you can take the bed. Since you say you always need your beauty sleep.” He gestures to your face.
You snort. “Me? No, Grandpa, I think you need it more than I do. Wouldn’t want you breaking your back at the wedding and outshining the bride.”
He mimics you in a high pitched voice, prompting you to laugh.
“Listen we can figure it all out once we get everything unpacked, okay?” You wave him off.
He shrugs. “Fine by me.”
The tv plays in the background while you brush your teeth. Steve settles in the huge bed, patting down his pillow.
Once you’re done, you wet your fingers and rush into the room and flick your hand at Steve. You get him right in the face.
“Hey! I’m trying to sleep here.”
“You’re no fun.”
“Yeah well, we can have as much fun as we want tomor- what’re you doing?”
His train of thought is interrupted by you slipping into the bed.
“What? You really thought I was going to sleep on the floor?”
He chuckles nervously. “No.”
It amuses you. “Relax.”
He slinks back into bed, one arm under his pillow and the other atop his forehead. You grab one of the extra pillows and wrap your arms around it, your right leg climbing on top of it.
A few minutes pass and the pillow is too uncomfortable and sweaty so you discard it onto the floor somewhere. You huff.
You glance at Steve who’s snoring lightly.
“Steve.” You whisper.
Nothing.
“Steve!” You whisper a little louder.
He hums in response.
“Are you asleep?”
“I was.” He whispers back.
“Can I..hug you?”
That gets his attention. His arm leaves his face, now looking at you through sleepy eyes.
“What?”
“Can I hug you? I can’t sleep without the pillow making me sweaty.”
“Uhh, what about Danny?”
“We broke up. A while ago.”
His mouth drops into an O shape.
You shake your head, dismissing the thought. “Nevermind.”
Steve hops onto his elbows, “No! No, it’s okay. Really.”
You turn back, trying to see if he’s serious. When that sorry look is apparent, you nod.
“How do you - oh okay.”
You get close to his right side, swinging your leg over his waist and wrapping your right arm over his chest. He can smell your shampoo.
“Cuddling doesn’t have to be sexual by the way.” You murmur into his chest.
He almost asks you to explain that but when he hears your soft snoring, he forgets.
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Baby Brother Bear (Part 3)
Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader
warnings:
a/n: back by (semi-)popular demand!
prompt:
part 1 part 2 (Taglist: @mikariell95 @naomiiiiiiiiiii04 @multifxndom-spidxrling @girl-obsessed-with-things @idjitdestiel)
Dustin was stalking the driveway through the living room window...and watching TV. A bit of both, a healthy mixture. Tews was snuggled up beside him, purring softly while Dustin mindlessly pet her.
His concentration was suddenly interrupted when he heard a car door slam. Tews jumped in the air as Dustin threw himself off the couch and rushed to the front door. When he whipped the door open, he saw Steve approaching with a bouquet of roses.
“No! No, no, no!” Dustin stepped outside and blocked the door, leaving Steve in a difficult position on the porch. If it was anyone other than Dustin, he would have given him a piece of his mind, but the problem is that it was Dustin.
“Come on, bud, I thought we were over this.” Steve slouched his shoulders and noticed the death-stare Dustin began to give him.
“Not. Yet.” Dustin crossed his arms and actually hasn’t blinked in a minute.
“What now?” Steve asked with a shrug. He thought this was getting a little bit out of hand, but Dustin...he was just beginning.
“Before you can see my sister, you and I need to have a little chat.” Dustin cracked his knuckles, which didn’t faze Steve in the slightest.
“Okay, want to sit in my car?” Steve pulled the keys out of his pocket and went to unlock it. Dustin followed and waited for him to unlock the passenger side door, then hopped in and slammed the door. “Hey! Be careful.”
“Alright, Steve. You’re lucky we’re friends, or else we’d be having a very different conversation.” Dusting started and Steve gave an understanding nod. “I trust you to care for my sister. She’s always been there for me, I love her a whole lot. If you do anything to her, I’ll kick your ass.” Steve was desperately trying to hold back laughter, but he was a but scared by the last sentence.
“I understand.” Steve looked Dustin in the eyes. “Are we done yet?”
“Not by a longshot, Harrington.” Your brother really was serious about this. “I already talked to y/n about all of this. She knows why I was upset at first. I’m warning you right now, if you take away from my time with her, I will not hesitate to fight you. We have game night every Sunday. You are not invited.” Dustin continued with his warnings, for some odd reason, Steve was offended. He wanted to be invited to game night now that he’s specifically been barred from it. “No funny business in my house, I won’t have it. I know where you sleep and I know where you park your car...”
“Dustin, I get it. I’ll do my best to make sure me and y/n’s relationship doesn’t get in the way of your relationship with either of us, you have my word.” Steve patted his shoulder and lifted the bouquet up. “Now can I give your sister some flowers?” Dustin gave a thumbs up of approval and Steve just left him in the car. He was really looking forward to seeing you and just had to surprise you, it had been a few days since the tense “family dinner” you’d been subjected to. Steve knocked at your door and waited for an answer.
“Come in!” The door muffled your voice, Steve twisted the knob and walked inside with the roses in front of him, waiting for you to look up from your comic book and see. But once you did...
“Steve!” You hopped out of bed and ran straight towards him, the feeling of his arms around you melted all of your troubles away. “God, I’ve missed you.” You kissed his cheek and buried your head in the crook of his neck.
“Yeah, me too.” He planted a few kisses on the top of your head and used his foot to push your door closed. “I brought you a little something.” He motioned to the flowers in his hand and watched the huge smile on your face. “Now that’s what I like to see.” He pushed your chin up and leaned in for a kiss on the lips.
“Thank you, babe.” You took the flowers from his hand and closed your eyes, inhaling the soft scent of the roses.
“So, I just had a little talk with your brother.” Steve sat on your bed and chuckled, you turned to him with wide eyes.
“Oh, god, what did he say?” You set the bouquet down and rushed to Steve’s side.
“That’s between me and him,” Steve decided then and there, not wanting to betray Dustin’s trust, “but it went well. He might mess with us a bit, but I think we’re in the clear.”
“Oh, good.” You sighed and flopped back onto the mattress. “Did he threaten you?”
“Duh.” Steve did the same and turned on his side, staring at you. “Enough about him, I want to focus on you. What’s on y/n’s mind today?” He asked with a sweet little wink and you reached for the comic book you were reading a moment ago.
“X-Men.” You replied, waving the issue in the air. “Don’t let my brother know I have this, he will steal it.”
“You have my word.” Steve crossed his heart like the sappy dingus he is. “Any plans for tonight?”
“Yeah, actually, my boyfriend is supposed to take me out to a movie and maybe buy me dinner? We’ll see how the night goes.” You persuaded Steve, but he didn’t complain a bit. He did decide to crawl on top of you and give you a few too many face kisses, though. He just really wanted to hear your sweet giggles.
“You win this time, princess.” Steve let you free and pulled you up. “What movie?”
“Back to the Future!”
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I’m V. Arrow (she/her), and I’ve been writing fanfiction my whole life, really, but I’ve been posting it online since 1998 (and it was the main thing that got me grounded between the ages of 12 and 18).
Thanks to fandom, I have also published The Panem Companion, a guidebook to The Hunger Games; an essay in Fic! Why Fanfiction Is Taking Over the World about RPF, looking mainly at One Direction; and an essay with infographics in Divergent Thinking, an anthology about the Divergent series. I’ve also gotten to speak at San Diego Comic-Con on a panel about fanfiction!
I like woman-focused narratives and analytical lenses, weird and thoughtful linguistic choices, rich worldbuilding, when the good guys (and especially gals) win, women written as full people with dignity and respect, men who adore the women in their lives, and healthy relationships after sad characters get the therapy they need.
I love fics that take a tiny corner of a huge canon universe and dive deep to flesh out a place or a character that canon doesn't give its due.
Some people think I’m angry all the time, but I’m actually a very bubblegum happy girl -- I’m just a Jewish feminist who loves yelling and sees spirited debate as a bonding activity (and I have high standards and no energy for excusing bad behavior just because a character's hot).
In the time that Maggie and I have known each other, I have written fanfic for the following pairings:
Rob Pattinson/Kristen Stewart (Twilight RPF)
Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark, Cinna/Finnick Odair, Finnick Odair/Annie Cresta, various other pairings (The Hunger Games)
Anna Oliphant/Étienne St. Clair, Lola Nolan/Cricket Bell (Anna and the French Kiss series)
Percy Jackson/Nico DiAngelo, Percy Jackson/Nico DiAngelo/Rachel Elizabeth Dare/Annabeth Chase, various other pairings (Percy Jackson & the Olympians)
Mia Thermopolis/Michael Moscovitz (The Princess Diaries book series)
Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Louis Tomlinson/Nick Grimshaw (One Direction)
Harry Styles/George Shelley, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson/George Shelley, George Shelley/Ella Henderson (Union J + One Direction)
Barclay Beales/Tom Mann (Stereo Kicks)
Poe Dameron/Rey Skywalker, Poe Dameron/Finn/Rey Skywalker, Poe Dameron/Suralinda Javos, Poe Dameron/Ben Solo, Poe Dameron/Karé Kun, Poe Dameron/Muran, Poe Dameron/Leia Organa, Poe Dameron/Greer Sonnel, Cassian Andor/Shara Bey/Kes Dameron, Sabé/Padmé Amidala, Breha Organa/Bail Organa, various other pairings (Star Wars universe)
Nicky/Joe [Nicolò di Genova/Yusuf al-Kaysani], Andy/Quýnh [Andromache the Scythian/Quýnh] (The Old Guard)
And LOTS of drabbles for various YA and MG book pairings and other pairings of UK X-Factor contestants. And maybe some GBBO contestant drabbles? I honestly can’t remember!
Pairings I love desperately but have not written include:
Jack Dawson/Rose DeWitt Bukater (Titanic)
Emily Fitch/Naomi Campbell (Skins)
Everyone in Ocean’s Eight/Everyone Else in Ocean’s Eight
Eleanor Shellstrop/Chidi Anagonye, Jason Mendoza/Janet (The Good Place)
Steve/Bucky (Captain America)
Carol Danvers/Maria Rambeau (Captain Marvel)
Cassel Sharpe/Lila Zacharov (The Curse Workers)
My Top Ten Albums of All Time
1989, Taylor Swift
Heroes & Thieves, Vanessa Carlton
Hotel Paper, Michelle Branch
Salute, Little Mix
Up All Night, One Direction
Replay, Play
A Little Bit Longer, The Jonas Brothers
Folie a Deux, Fall Out Boy
Chapter One, Ella Henderson
That Day, Greg Raposo (and more than that, all of his unreleased/limited release tracks)
Right Where You Want Me, Jesse McCartney
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Always Waiting- Chapter Fifteen
Always Waiting- Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader
Always Waiting Masterlist
Summary: The Russians capture Y/n and Steve, Steve shows concern for Y/n
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader
A/n: I’m so happy so many of you are liking these chapters! I’m guessing there’s gonna be maybe 3 more chapters? Anyways I’m a sucker for hand holding so there will be lots of hand holding in the next couple chapters, not sorry about it. As always, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!
Warnings: Swearing, evil Russians, physical abuse, getting drugged, needles, typos
Word count: 1.6k
“I don’t understand, you’ve seen this before?” Robin asks.
“Not exactly.” You make your way back down the stairs to the control room.
“Well then what, exactly?”
“You just need to know it’s bad, really bad.” Dustin tells her.
“Like end of the human race bad.” Steve adds.
“Uh, Steve, where’s your Russian friend?” Erica points to the empty area. As if on que, an alarm starts blaring.
“Shit.” Steve rushes over to the door, opening it to see a bunch of Russian guards, gathering up. One of them turns, seeing Steve. “Shit! Go, go, go, go!”
Dustin at the front and Steve in the back, you all take off running through doorways, eventually leading you to a room full of scientists.
“This way!” You yell pointing towards a door. You run on a platform, stopping when you come to the end. You feel your breathing pick up as you look at the laser, shooting through the gate right in front of you.
“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.” Dustin yells, frantically.
Your eyes are glued on the gate, you can’t pull them away. Steve grabs your hand and pulls you with him, “Come on!”
You run down a flight of stairs, Steve pushing people out of the way.
“Uh, this way!” Robin leads you through a door into a room. Steve holds the door shut, trying to keep the Russians out.
“Y/n!” He yells for you. You run over, throwing all your weight against the door. Erica lifts open an airduct vent and hops in, Robin looks at you and you nod telling her it was ok. Dustin didn’t move, “come on!”
“Dustin, go!” You shout, worrying he’ll get caught by the Russians.
“No, come on!”
“Just got get help!” Steve yells.
“I won’t forget about you.”
“Go!” You and Steve yell. Dustin takes one look at you then ducks in the airduct.
You and Steve hold the door shut with all your might, but it isn’t strong enough. The door slams open, sending you and Steve to the floor. The Russians flood into the room, gathering around you two pointing guns at you. Slowly, you raise your hands up and out of your peripheral vision, you see Steve do the same. They say something in Russian, you and Steve are unresponsive. One Russian comes over to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you up.
“Hey! Hey! Don’t touch her!” The Russian who looks to be in charge, turns and faces Steve, laughing a little bit.
“Or what?” He says, with a thick accent. He turns to the guard who pulled you up and nods towards the door. The guard roughly pulls your arm and drags you towards the door.
“Woah woah woah where are you taking her?!” Steve frantically stands up and tries to push his way through the Russian to get to you.
“Steve!” You yell as you get pulled out of the room.
The Russian Guard throws you into a room. You land with a loud thud against the ground. You quickly get up and try to run out the door, but the guard shuts it before you get to it.
“Let me out!” You bang against the door.
Pretty soon, the head Russian Guard comes in the room.
“Who do you work for?”
“Scoops Ahoy.” A fist comes in contact with your cheek, you fall to the ground.
“Who do you work for?” He asks again.
“Scoops Ahoy!” You yell, this earns you another punch, this time on your right eye.
“How did you find us?”
“My friend and I, we were looking our delivery that didn’t come,” you take a second to breathe, “So we went to the loading dock, and now we’re here!” A gut punch. You gasp for air as you grip your stomach. Tears start to prick at the corner of your eyes.
“Who do you work for?” He asks again, grabbing your face with his hand.
“For the millionth time, Scoops Ahoy!” He jerks your head up, looks you in the eyes, then walks out of the room. Another guard comes forward.
“Oh no, no, no,” you brace yourself for more physical abuse. A few more good punches leaves you out cold.
The guard throws you over his shoulder, leaving the room and bringing you to another. Steve is tied up to a chair. The door opens and in comes the guard with you dangling over his shoulder.
“Oh my god, Y/n. What did you do to her?!” Steve yells at the guard. In response, he throws your limp body in front of Steve, trying to get a reaction out of him.
“Fucking asshole! What did you do to her?!” The guard lifts you back up and puts you in a chair with the back to Steve and ties you to him. The guard leaves the room, slamming the door on the way out.
“Y/n? Y/n? Can you hear me?” Steve tries to reach for your hand, shaking it gently, “Y/n come on, I need you to wake up.” You stir slightly, you can taste blood in your mouth, and you couldn’t open your right eye.
“Oh, thank god, Y/n can you hear me?” You try to lift your head but don’t have enough strength.
“Mhmm,” you hum.
“Jesus, what did they do to you?” Steve gently grabs your hand again, not letting go.
You get enough strength to lift your head and lean if against Steve’s, “Billy’s punches weren’t nearly as hard as those guys,” You laugh a little but wince at the pain of your busted lip.
“God, Y/n, I’m so sorry.” Steve sighs, “I promised I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you, I promised.”
“Well we’re not dead yet, Harrington.”
“Henderson, I have been such an asshole, I just- god I’m just so sorry.” You give Steve’s hand a small squeeze.
“Do you remember Mrs. Click’s history class? Sophomore year?” Your voice sounded so small.
“What?”
“It was first period, on Tuesdays and Thursdays.” You shifted a little in your seat, “You were always late, and you always had the same breakfast, bacon, egg, and cheese on a sesame bagel. I sat behind you two days a week for a whole year. The king of Hawkins. Do you even remember me being in that class?”
Steve closes his eyes and sighs.
“Every day you’d walk in and not even acknowledge me, like you didn’t even know me. You were a real asshole, you know that? but it didn’t matter because I still missed you, I still just wanted my best friend back, no matter how douchey you were.”
“You know, I wish we stayed friends in high school,” Steve says, “I wish that every day, even in high school I wished it, but I was scared because what? Because I was scared of not being popular anymore?” Steve pauses, “It’s all just a bunch of bullshit.”
“But we have each other now, and we are not losing each other.” You remind him.
The door opens and in comes the head Russian with some type of doctor.
“Try telling the truth this time, It’ll make your visit with the doctor less painful,” the Russian laughs. The doctor pulls out a huge syringe and walks over towards you.
“Wait, wait, wait!” You wail. The doctor sticks the needle into your neck, causing you to let out a blood curdling scream.
* * *
“Honestly, I feel fine.” Steve speaks up, “How do you feel?”
“Yeah I feel fine… kinda of good actually.” You start to giggle.
“Yeah I feel great.” Steve starts laughing, “The morons messed up the drug!”
“Yeah! Morons!” You call out, still laughing.
“Oh my god, there’s definitely something wrong with us.”
The door opens and the Russian and the doctor come in, “Let’s try this again, shall we? Who do you work for?”
“Scoops,” Steve chuckles, “Scoops Ahoy.” This sends you into a fit of giggles.
“How did you find us?”
“Totally by accident.”
The Russian says something to the doctor. The doctor grabs some type of pliers and makes his way over to you, “What is that shiny toy?” You ask. He places it under your fingernail.
“Woah, woah, wait, no!”
“Code! There was a code!” Steve blurts out.
“Code? What code?”
“The week is long, the silver cat feeds. You broadcasted your stupid secret spy shit all over town, and we picked it up on our Cerebro and cracked it in a day! Kids who scoop ice cream for a living, cracked it in a day! And now people know you’re here.” Steve explains.
“Who knows we’re here?”
“Well Dustin knows.”
“Steveeeee.” You lean your head back against his.
“Yeah Dustin Henderson, her brother.”
“Is it your little curly haired friend?” The Russian asks.
“Oh yeah, great hair, small, kinda like a fro.”
“Where is he?”
“Oh he’s long gone you asshole.” You tell him, “and he’s gonna go get Hopper, and Hopper’s gonna call the US cavalry, they’re gonna come in here guns a-blazing and kick your sorry asses back to Russia.” You say in a matter-of-fact tone.
The Russian walks over to you and leans into your face, “Is that so?”
“…Yeah.” You and Steve laugh.
An alarm starts blaring. You give the Russian a “I told you so look.” He rushes out of the room.
Dustin, Robin, and Erica burst into the room. Dustin runs up to the doctor, electrocuting him with some kind of weapon.
“Dusty!” You say.
“That’s crazy we were just talking about you.” Steve says. Robin rushes over and starts untying your hands as Dustin unties Steve.
“Get ready to run.”
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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!
-x-
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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⋆ —-- CARHOP COOL, 2.
summary: you see steve at family video. it prompts some reflection, some questions, and some good ol’ memories of your time at hawkins high. you try to stay frosty but it’s hard when steve harrington is being so nice.
pairing: steve harrington x reader, post season three
word count: 1.7k
a/n: here it is, folks! part two! we have a beach, a movie, and a lotta tension.
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It’s weird.
He’s weird.
Steve Harrington is weird and he’s changed and you’re not really sure how you feel about it.
As you pull into the parking lot of the Family Video in your beat-up, slate grey Civic Hatchback, you catch a glimpse of the high school legend in question through the front window.
He looks the same as he always has. Tall, doe-eyed, good hair...
Stupidly good looking.
Steve was a mythic figure in grade school. High school just... elevated things. It was like Senior Year came and a throne was vacated just for him -- he was the king of Hawkins High and everyone knew it.
Then, Nancy Wheeler dumped him for Jonathan Byers and everything changed.
His title of Prom King was snatched by the grubby, freckled claws of Tommy H. with Carol on his arm that fateful night, then Billy Hargrove walked on and booted him from captain of the basketball team, and then he was rejected by, like, every college he applied to -- or so rumor had it.
(Jenny Larson had told you all about it during the spring production of Oklahoma!... She was obsessed with him. It was like she’d opened his mail or something. You wouldn’t put it past her. She had crazy eyes. You and Robin were always a little freaked out by her. Eugh.)
And, so, Steve Harrington and his mighty hair faded into the yearbook pages of Hawkins Class of ‘85 as a fallen king.
And now, here he is: selling VHS’s alongside his best friend who was also your best friend.
(You wonder if that makes him your best-friend-by-proxy? You’d rather not think about it. Best friends don’t launch spit-balls at the back of each other’s heads during Spanish finals and laugh about it and never let it go. Best friends also don’t point and laugh at that DIY perm you did sophomore year, no matter how bad -- best friends, like Robin, help you slather your hair in conditioner and relaxers while you sob in your upstairs bathroom at your fried mane. So, no, Steve Harrington is not your best-friend-by-proxy.)
Narrowing your eyes, you drum your fingers on the steering wheel and snap your gum.
God, you really don’t want to go in there.
But, then again, you wonder what you have to lose. What, the approval of some washed-up cool-kid? Screw him. He’s dumb anyways. He’s... all hair.
Literally.
Cutting the engine (and subsequently the Donna Summer track playing on your radio), you haul open the door and decide to get this whole thing over with.
The bell above your head chimes as you walk into the Family Video and Steve Harrington promptly chokes on his can of New Coke upon realizing it’s you.
It goes up his nose.
Quickly, he tries to rebound.
“Hey! Hi!” he chirps in an uncharacteristically excited tone, “Welcome, uh, to Family Video!”
You freeze in the doorway and squint.
Steve’s been having some thoughts.
Wild, he knows, but Robin had keyed into how spaced out he’d been since he’d seen you the other night down at Roll-o’s and had decidedly not let it go -- “Just like you never let her whole perm thing go, Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington!” -- in a well-aimed play of well-deserved vengeance.
For the last three nights, he’s been beating himself up over the sudden realization that he’s got cold feet -- and even Henderson noticed it.
But, seriously? Could you blame him? He was a grade-A asshole for most of high school and now he’s a huge loser (self-proclaimed, despite both Robin and Dustin’s protests) and you’re super cool. You’re all frosty poise and pastel rollerblades.
And here he is, working part-time at Family Video, spending the rest of his summer indoors.
Steve Harrington, pale loser.
Not to mention, you had a lot of friends in high school -- maybe not swearing loyalty to any one group, but you fleeted around and blended in and you got along so well with everyone. Everyone knew it was you and Robin Buckley against the world.
Compare that to his own dumb ass and he’s the world’s saddest pale loser.
At least he has Robin. And you do, too.
Which is why you’re here. In Family Video.
Staring at him.
You pull your sunglasses down your nose, furrow your brow and speak slowly.
“Are you... okay?”
Steve plants his palm on the counter, a sudden flare of nerves lighting his chest on fire as he card a hand through his hair and smiles with the gusto of a man living by the motto fake-it-til-you-make-it. “Me? Yeah -- yeah, I’m good. How’re you? What’s up?”
You push your sunglasses up, snap your gum and shove your hands in the pockets of your jean shorts. Frosty.
“Looking for Robin,” you say curtly, shrugging a bit, “Is she around? She called -- we’re catching a movie after her shift.”
Steve deflates a bit. No invite. Understandable, but ouch. “Uh, yeah, she’s out back with Keith organizing the rental returns.”
You pull a face.
Steve sees it. He narrows his eyes, lips upturning a bit in curiosity. The expression on your face isn’t so frosty as you toe the carpet with your skate shoes and eye the display of comedies.
“What?”
“Hm?” you blink back at him, eyes wide, “What?”
“That look,” he says, leaning forward onto his elbows, “What was that for?”
It takes you a second to realize that Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington is trying to make conversation with you. He’s really trying.
You push your sunglasses back over your hair and move to eye around him. When you speak, it’s quiet.
“Y’know. Keith.”
Steve’s brows raise and he blinks fast. “Oh, yeah, yeah, he’s -- uh...”
He pulls his bottom lip in and waves a hand, searching for the words.
(They’re evading him because he’s seriously not looking to make himself look like more of an asshole.)
“Creepy?” you offer, turning over a copy of Revenge of the Nerds, “Mad creepy. I’m sure Robin is, like, two seconds from emptying a can of pepper spray in his face.”
“Does she carry pepper spray?”
You shrug. “It’s Robin --”
“-- Yeah, good point.”
“I mean, she could carry a taser --”
“-- And I wouldn’t ask a single question.”
... It’s not weird. Whatever this is isn’t weird.
The laugh you both share is short and quiet but it’s genuine and before the moment can bleed into something like non-verbal peace treaty between warring high school personalities, the girl in question bursts from the back with a big ol’ smile.
“Would y’ look at that!” she claps, “My two best friends! Talking!”
You toss her a wide grin, dropping your sunglasses back down to your nose and as she glides over the counter and leaps into the same handshake you’ve shared since the seventh grade.
Steve watches with a lopsided smirk. Goofballs. It’s cute.
“You ready for Phenomena?” Robin asks, waving her fingers and cooing like a ghost, “OooOOOooh! Bugs! Psychic powers! Horror!”
“Uh, try drive-in popcorn!” you snort, swatting her hands away, “Took you long enough. I’m starving.”
“You guys are seeing Phenomena?” Steve asks, drumming his fingers on the counter, “I heard it’s good --”
A light bulb bursts above Robin Buckley’s head and you swear you saw it, it was that bright.
“Steve!”
“Robin!” he says with a faux amount of excitement.
“Y-You should come!”
You blink.
Steve blinks at you.
Then at Robin.
Guilt flies across his face. He realizes he’s making you uncomfortable. From the way you tense up and look at Robin, he can tell you’re totally not into that idea.
So, he sputters.
“Uh... I dunno, Rob, I gotta close --”
You decide, in that moment, that Steve Harrington has changed and sure it’s weird but... you’re weird, too. And maybe he wasn’t so... terrible. I mean, he was still stupidly good looking -- and that’s why you’re so tense. Because the one thing you’d believed for all those years is being flipped upside down and you’re about to willingly spending time with The Steve Harrington.
“Why not?” you ask slowly, surprising everyone in the room, even yourself, “It’d be fun. Keith can close up.”
Steve jaw drops. “... Wait, seriously?”
Robin’s whole face lights up.
She blinks between you both.
You’re glad your sunglasses are on. You try to stay frosty. Can’t let the cool-kid know you have feelings.
“Yeah,” you say, trying to keep your tone even, “I mean -- if you’re gonna launch a spitball at the back of my head during it, don’t even bother, but...”
Steve’s face falls.
You see the real guilt there. It shocks you.
“Listen,” he raises his hands, “I was a dick --”
Robin quirks a brow. “A mega-dick, Harrington.”
“Right, a mega-dick. You... You don’t have to invite me. It’s cool. I get it. I’m, uh...” his words falter off, lost as he drops his gaze and pulls his lips tightly together, “I get it.”
There’s a pause.
And then you sigh.
“Stop looking like a kicked puppy and just get into my car, Steve.”
Brown eyes light up so bright it’s like you’re smiling at the sun.
“Seriously?”
You start for the door with a grin. “Did I stutter?”
Robin peels into victorious laughter as Steve scrambles faster than light, hucking his vest across the room and leaping over the counter -- he’s grinning as he does, pushing you and Robin out the door before Keith can protest from the back room.
You all pile into your Hatchback and the laughter that’s shared isn’t forced.
For the first time in a week, Steve Harrington hasn’t felt so weird.
For the first time in years, you’ve felt like you’ve peaked.
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home away from home
Summary: When you and Dustin leave Steve alone for half the summer, he realizes just how much he loves his two favorite people.
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader
Word Count: 1903
A/N: hope y’all enjoy this one! HUGE thank you to my soulmate @cherrynat for helping me out with this one, i love u babey<3 i also appreciate all the love on my last steve fic, and i appreciate everyone hanging out with me during steve weekend! :’)
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The first of June was approaching, and Steve wished he had the power to stop time.
He was dreading the day that you and Dustin would leave him for six weeks, for brighter horizons and new opportunities, excitement and fun that he wouldn’t hear about until you came back.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want you two to enjoy these wonderful opportunities - a summer internship and a science camp; he just didn’t want to be stuck alone without his two favorite people.
He had other friends, sure, but spending time with them could never compare to the fun and pure joy he felt when he was with the two of you. If he was being honest, he admired you both; your courage, Dustin’s intelligence and strength - he could only hope to be as great as the two of you.
So when the morning of June 1st finally came, he tried his best to hide his sulking as he stood in your driveway, holding one of your duffel bags.
“Mom I promise, I will be fine! Chicago is a just a few hours away, so don’t worry!” You pulled your mom into your arms, hugging her tightly as she nodded her head, still a little teary eyed when she stepped back.
Steve held his breath when you came up to him, holding out your hand for the bag. He handed it to you reluctantly, refusing to meet your knowing gaze.
“It’s only six weeks, Stevie. You’ll be okay, y’know?” You tilted your head to the side, your smile dissipating as you took in Steve’s sad expression.
“I know. I’m just… well, I’m just gonna miss you a lot. Like, a lot.” He blushed, his cheeks hotter than the sun as he glanced up at you.
You took a step forward, cupping your hands around his face as he finally locked eyes with you.
“And I’ll miss you a lot too, babe. I know Dustin will too, even if he won’t say it to you. We’re both gonna write you, so that’ll help the time go by, okay?” You leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, brushing your hand through his hair as he nodded in response.
“Where is your brother, anyway?”
“Right here, you weirdos” Dustin shouted, bounding out your front door, two backpacks and a duffle bag flying behind him, barely hanging onto his shoulders.
The two of you laughed as he came running towards you, stepping apart as Dustin came between you. He took off the bags and handed one to Steve, glancing between you with a questioning look.
“What?”
“How will you two survive without me for six weeks? Do we need an intervention before we go?” Steve shook his head and ruffled up Dustin’s curly mess of hair before saying, “I think we’ll manage,” as he walked off to the back of the car.
Once everything was packed, you and Dustin said one final goodbye to your mom and the rest of the party that had finally showed up. Steve stayed back, waiting until Max and El finished hugging the oxygen out of you.
As you made your way to him, he leaned against the garage door, crossing his arms over his chest. Moving his arms just enough to get him to wrap them around you, you kissed him on the cheek.
“I love you, Harrington. Don’t forget it,” You whispered softly, giggling when he playfully rolled his eyes.
“Don’t you forget about me, missy. I’ll be right here on your doorstep waiting for ya,” he whispered back, catching you off guard with a chaste kiss on the lips, and his hands moving to rest on your waist.
“Can’t wait,” You quipped, and Steve couldn’t help but smile when you winked at him. Grabbing his hand, you walked back to the car with him, and gave him one last hug before finally getting into the driver’s seat.
Steve stayed put in your driveway with the party until he couldn’t see your car’s lights anymore, his smile slowly fading away with every mile you drove.
While the days seemed to drag on for eternities at a time, Steve decided to make himself useful and try to get a job. Just before you had left, you suggest he apply at the new places that would be opening up at the brand new StarCourt mall. He had been ashamed and reluctant at first, but knew it was better than nothing.
Besides, it would get his asshole dad off his back, and keep his days full and his mind busy as he waited for you to come back.
When he got the call from the ice cream place Scoops Ahoy, informing him that they wanted him for the job, he didn’t realize just how happy he’d be.
His first day was that coming Saturday, just three weeks before you would be returning home from Chicago. It couldn’t be more perfectly timed.
Walking in to the new mall that day really took his breath away; it was massive, and so bright and colorful. There were shops all over the place, plants and water fountains spread about the halls and food galore. It was Hawkins’ paradise.
Strolling into the parlor, he saw a girl sitting on the counter where the cash register was. She was kicking her legs back and forth, popping her gum loudly as she let her gaze wander.
When she caught sight of him, her jaw dropped.
“No way,” she muttered, rolling her eyes and turning to the side as Steve came up to the front.
Steve raised an eyebrow, confused as to why she was ignoring him. Every girl always wanted to talk to him!
“Hey, I’m St-”
“Yeah yeah, I know. No need for introductions, dude,” She said curtly, not even bothering to turn around.
This is going to be fun, huh? Steve thought, shaking his head as he took a seat at one of the tables next to him.
Just what I needed. Someone who hates me.
“Hey dingus! Way to mess up so badly,” Robin said sarcastically, grinning widely as she danced around the back room with her whiteboard in hand.
Steve groaned loudly, resting his head in his hands as she went around him, saying “The dingus sucks!” in a sing-songy voice.
“When will you let me live, Buckley?”
“When you learn how to stop sucking, Harrington!” She set the board down against the counter window and stuck her tongue out at him before heading out into the parlor. She stopped in her tracks when she saw you and Dustin walk in, faces flushed as if you had just finished a marathon.
“Can I help you?” Robin said, blushing hard when you smiled at her, out of breath.
Dustin leaned against the counter, doing his best to catch his breath. He tilted his head back and said, voice raspy, “We're here… for… Steve,”
Robin rolled her eyes, her smile falling as she shouted over her shoulder, “Dingus! There’s someone here for you!”
“Robin, for the love of God-” Steve stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you and Dustin at the front counter, Robin glaring at him with her arms crossed over her chest.
Gasping loudly, he jumped up with his arms out, a wide smile on his face.
“Hendersons!” he shouted excitedly, running over to you. “You’re back!”
“We’re back!” You both shouted back, Dustin jumping up and down in joy.
“You got the job!” You said, your cheeks hurting from how much you were smiling.
“I got the job!” Steve answered, pretending to play the trumpet before closing the space between you three, and hugging you at the same time.
You kissed him on the cheek, and Dustin patted him on the back, still talking excitedly as you separated.
Steve and Dustin did their very nerdy handshake, Robin rolling her eyes behind the counter as Steve wrapped an arm around you.
“How many children are you friends with?” She asked, looking between him and Dustin. Steve simply shrugged, before motioning to an empty table.
“I want to hear everything, you guys!”
You and Dustin took a seat while Steve and Robin (reluctantly) whipped up some ice cream sundaes for you to share.
Steve practically skipped to the table, setting the deserts down before squeezing in between the two of you.
He wrapped an arm around you, beaming happily when he looked at you.
“I’m so excited you guys are back, there’s so much to talk about!” Dustin laughed, nodding as he devoured his ice cream.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy, Stevie,” You giggled when he squeezed your shoulder, his head gently bumping against yours before he nodded at your ice cream.
“Not hungry?”
“In a bit; I want to be able to talk, unlike someone,” You pointed at Dustin, who waved his hand as he took in another spoonful of vanilla ice cream.
Steve kisses your cheek and your forehead, laying his head on your shoulder as you stroked his hair back.
“I don’t think I can handle the excitement and adrenaline I’m feeling right now,” He whispered, sighing deeply as he closed his eyes.
His happiness was stomped on for a moment when he heard Robin’s infamous “Dingus!” coming from the back room.
“I’m busy, Buckley!” He shouted back, rolling his eyes when he saw her come out with her whiteboard. She approached the table, a sneaky smile dancing on her lips as she set the whiteboard on the table, skillfully turning it around without missing a beat.
On it, in red marker, was a new column on her ridiculous tally chart. Right in the middle between “You suck!” and “You Rule!” was “Your Girlfriend Rules!” with a little heart next to it. There were seven tallies in the “You suck!” column, and a new one in the girlfriend one.
“Why does she get one?” He asked, earning him a soft punch in the arm from you.
“Because she’s cool, obviously. But unfortunately, I have to give you a tally in the forbidden column,” Robin said dramatically, pouting as she pulled out her marker and made a tally in the “You rule!” section.
“This one is an exception because you have a cool girlfriend, which is clearly the only thing you can get right, apparently,” Steve rolled his eyes and flipped her off as she bid farewell and headed back to the counter.
“I like her! What’s her name again?” Steve groaned and hid behind his hands as you and Dustin laughed.
“When will your shift be over?” You asked, coaxing Steve to drop his hands as he met your gaze.
“Only two hours left. Think you can hold on till then?” He looked at you and Dustin, who nodded as he finished the last of his sundae.
“Meet at your car?” Steve smiled and nodded, resting his forehead against your shoulder as you gently scratched his head.
“I’m so happy you’re back,” His words were slightly muffled but you they still made your heart happy.
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, baby,” you whispered back.
And it was true. Steve was your happy place, and you were his, no matter what. Moments like these were the best; even if he didn’t know what to do with his two favorite people back in town, Steve couldn’t be happier just to be with you two again.
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Singing in the Shower and Other Sins (aka three times Steve was caught singing and the one time he wasn't)
@gideongrace this is for you 😚
(link to the version on ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/21394876 )
i.
Steve sings all the time. Loud and off key in a goofy sort of lovable way. He jams with Dustin on their way to school, dances around Scoops and Family Video when it's slow, uses anything and everything as a mic.
Which made it so weird when Robin walked into work to find Steve singing like, good.
He had his back to her with an armful of tapes. His voice was soft and he was gently bopping (so he didn't drop all the videos). But his voice was so good!
Robin leaned against the wall and just observed Steve for a moment. It was weird, almost wrong, to hear the correct sound notes come from him.
"Having fun there, Springsteen?"
She shouldn't have scared him, she knows that. But his face was so funny when spun around, barely holding onto his stack of tapes.
"Jesus, warn a guy, Buckley!" He snapped, running his free hand through his hair.
"You can sing."
"What?"
"You always sing bad when I'm around, but you can like actually sing! Like sing really good!"
"Oh, no I wasn't singing? That was...that was definitely just the radio, I can't sing for shit, you know that--"
"Nuh uh Harrington, I know your dirty little secret now! You've got pipes!"
Steve rolled his eyes.
"Rob." He started putting stuff away again. "You of all people know I can't sing to save my life."
"I just heard you, don't know why you're denying it."
"Whatever, go get your vest before Keith gets here." Steve nodded towards the break room door but smiled at her knowingly.
"Fucking knew it!" She shouted as she went to put her vest on. "Why are you trying to hide this magnificent gift God herself has bestowed upon you?"
Steve shrugged and handed her half his stack once she got back.
"Don't tell anyone, don't need you messing up what little cred I have left."
She flipped him off.
He stuck his tongue out at her.
Life went on.
ii.
Steve made the mistake of telling Dustin where the spare key to his front door was. Under the ceramic frog in the planter left of the door. But the kid was basically his little brother and he'd shown Steve where his spare key was the week before. So they were even now.
So Dustin let himself and the rest of the party into Steve's house for an impromptu hang out sesh. Mike, Lucas, and Max made a beeline for the kitchen to drop off the arm fulls of snack they had while Dustin showed Will and Jane around.
Jane had started going by "Jane" full time since the Hopper-Byers move and the party was supportive as always. And since their move, the party had had three? maybe four hang outs at Steve's. So a tour was necessary since they missed the preliminary Casa de Harrington party.
"Holy shit do you guys hear that?" Will whispered once they got to the second floor's landing.
The other two stopped and listened. They heard a shower running and a radio going. Nothing special. Dustin strained his ears.
"No way."
"'No way' what?" Lucas asked as he, Max, and Mike joined them.
"That's Steve singing in the shower!"
"What's so bad about him singing in the shower?" Jane asked.
"Steve can't sing to save his life!" Mike said, incredulously.
"He's not that bad guys," Max tried to defend him.
"Okay, I love the guy like a brother but he drives me to school everyday and no, he cannot sing." Dustin explained as they crept closer to the bathroom door.
The shower shut off and his voice became clearer. The party continued bickering until the door swung open. Steam billowed out and Steve sang a line until he noticed the gaggle of teenagers in his hallway.
"What the fuck guys."
"What the fuck yourself Steven!" Mike shot back.
"Yeah, are you serious? For like, almost a year I've had to listen to you screech along to the radio when you've had the voice of an angel this whole time?! That's just plain rude." Dustin crossed his arms dramatically.
"Angelic's a little generous, Henderson."
"Your voice is really pretty," Jane said in awe.
Steve blushed and wrapped his arms around his torso.
"Thanks kid. Hey, how's Missouri treating you guys?" Steve pulled his shirt from the floor and put it on.
"Pretty good, the school has a huge library and Will joined an art club!" Jane said excitedly.
Will nodded along with her, putting his hands into his hoodie.
"Oh that's awesome! Glad you guys like it up there--"
"Can we get back to the whole 'Steve can actually sing' thing? Because that's still blowing my mind," Lucas interjected, flailing his arms a little.
"Yeah, can you sing Whitney? Because those were some pretty high notes if my ears don't decieve me." Max grinned evilly.
"No, I can't sing Whitney, I can barely sing, remember?" Steve sounded like he was talking to toddlers.
"Dude, none of use are deaf, we all heard." Mike gave him an unimpressed look.
"Yeah, and that was Queen and you definitely hit all those high notes. You can totally sing Whitney!" Max laughed and nudged Will when he stifled a giggle.
"I can't believe I'm being mocked by a bunch of 10 year olds!"
"We're fifteen, Harrington," Dustin said sarcastically.
Steve rolled his eyes.
"Okay, can you shits get out of my room so I can get dressed? Don't feel like spending the day in a towel while you make fun of my singing abilities."
He started to herd them towards the stairs as they protested, claiming they weren't making fun, just confused as to why he would torture them with a fake awful voice.
When Steve came downstairs, Max pushed play on the tape player in the living room. "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" started playing and Steve turned red.
"This isn't fucking karaoke night you dweebs!"
But he started laughing when they all started throwing popcorn at him and he proceeded to dump snacks onto everyone else, starting an epic pre-movie night food fight.
iii.
Robin's parents were going to be out of town for the first time in a thousand years so, naturally, she was throwing a party.
It wasn't a typical high school rager, more like a get together between friends and absolutely no children, Steve!
So really it was just Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, Barb, and Billy.
Steve and Billy came over early to help make food. Which translated to Steve making food while Billy sat on the couch and read, using the "I died for you bitches" excuse for the millionth time.
And ever since Robin had caught him singing at work, he became more and more comfortable singing around her. She didn't ask about him singing around Billy. So here he was, singing while mixing something together in a bowl. Like a goddamn housewife.
"If my parents were here they'd be so pleased I found a nice boy who knows what he's doing in the kitchen." She said as she measured some milk out for the brownies.
She could hear Billy snort from the living room over the "knowing what he's doing in the kitchen" comment.
Steve laughed and kicked at her shins.
Wham! came on and Steve's face lit up. And it was the yo-yo song, the best freaking one. And Robin was in band so her inntonation wasn't like awful, she definitely had the lungs for singing.
So they were singing along to George Michael in the Buckley's colorful kitchen while making brownies when the other three showed up.
"You can sing?" Barb asked with big eyes.
"You act like I've never sung in front you you before." Steve replied while hunching over, self conscious.
"Yeah but normally it's more...pitchy," Nancy offered.
"We're not judging your anything man, you've got a great voice," Jonathan filled in quickly. "Didn't really believe Will when he said Steve could sing."
He said that last part mostly to Nancy, but everyone heard it.
And Robin was kind of done. Because Steve told her, one time when they were hotboxing his car, that he sang bad on purpose because his dad thought it was "faggy" to be able sing that well. That he sounded like Freddie and George and Bowie in the worst way. And she knew he was bi, knew he got embarrassed when people started talking about him singing because of what his dad said.
She was about to call them out when Billy flipping Hargrove beat her to it.
"Leave him alone, you're just jealous your pipes aren't as good," Billy said in a monotone voice from the couch.
"It's fine, Billy, they're--"
"No he's right, lay off."
Nancy and Jonathan at least had the decency to look embarrassed. Barb walked into the kitchen to help out.
"Your voice really is good. Didn't mean to sound so shocked before. You were just...really good. And I totally remember you singing into a hairbrush that one time? And your voice cracked all over the place?" Barb bumped her hip into Steve's, wiggling her eyebrow.
"Oh my god, I almost lost my voice from that! God, that was forever ago, cannot believe you remember that."
"Yeah that's what made me realize 'King Steve" was like an actual human boy, not this entity the entire school and Nancy made you out to be."
Billy migrated from the couch to the counter when he heard the words "King Steve" and put his book on the counter top.
"When was this?" And thank god for Billy because Robin wanted to ask so bad what they were talking about.
"Oh Steve threw a little party back in junior year to woo Nancy and he was a little buzzed and was trying to make her laugh by singing along to, what was it?" Barb turned to smirk at Steve.
"ABBA, it's was ABBA."
Billy rolled his eyes and mumbled "of course" as Robin cackled.
"Very on brand, dingus."
"Yeah but he overexaggerated the awfulness and his voice cracked, like, painfully. Like, I felt it, it was so bad!"
Steve scrunched up his nose at the memory and laughed. Robin and Billy started laughing too and Barb continued telling embarrassing stories about Steve that the other two had never heard before.
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Steve jolted awake to a loud clattering sound coming from the other end of his room.
"How many times do I have to tell you to clear off your fucking desk, Harrington," Billy stage whispered angrily.
"How many times do I have to tell you to use the fucking front door, Hargrove."
Steve hopped out of bed to meet Billy by the window. He scanned his face for bruises which made Billy rolls his eyes.
"Can't a guy just visit his boyfriend in the middle of the night without anything being wrong?"
"Yeah but you only sneak in through my window when you've had a bad night, you dramatic fuck." Steve cupped Billy's face with one hand and let him lean into it.
Comfortable silence enveloped them before Billy broke it.
"Couldn't sleep," he mumbled.
"Okay." Steve let Billy drop his head into his shoulder. " Do you wanna talk about it or go to bed?"
Because "couldn't sleep" is generally code for nightmares.
Billy shrugged, shoulder bumping Steve's chin a little, and Steve nodded, tugging him towards the bed.
He helped Billy get down to just his boxers and a tee before getting under the covers. Steve positioned them so that Billy was half laying in Steve with his ear over his heart and their legs tangled. Because Steve liked the pressure and Billy liked listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat.
They laid like that for a minute, getting comfortable and used to each other's warmth.
And Billy had told him, a long time ago, that his mom used to sing to him when he couldn't sleep. And that was before Billy knew Steve could actually sing. That was what made Steve sing for real in front of him.
So, on nights like this, Steve sang.
He started humming the intro to "Going to California", moving his fingers in time up and down Billy's back. Billy let out a sigh and pressed himself closer into Steve's chest.
So Steve sang into the dark of his bedroom, chasing away monsters; the kind that live in your house and the kind that live underground, until Billy drifted off and pulled Steve with him into a warm and deep sleep that only comes when wrapped around someone you love.
#harringrove#fic#my writings#HOLY SHIT#guys pls read this i spent three hours frantically writing this thx#harringrove fanfic#this is kind of mean to nancy and jonathan but i dont like them so suck it#and theres backstory on ao3 but hopper survives and lives with the Byers and therefore moves with them and barb is here bc i said so#its a happy boys and supportive lesbians fic fight me
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could write steve femme with billy sugar daddy who loves to spoil his princess.
So, there’s a fluff here, a little angst, and a LOT of daddy kink, and some fucking KINKY SMUT I have no idea where it came from, so, you have been warned. Like I said, I have no control over these boys Ever and Billy got real horny I had to google a lot of Stuff I’m sorry.
There’s some child abuse right away, Steve’s dad is shitty and homophobic.
Also they have an age gap, bc I wanted sugar daddy Billy to be older, Steve is 19, Billy’s thirty, it’s not really mentioned, but if that is something that makes you uncomfortable, pls don’t read.
Also modern au.
Its fucking filthy why is Billy so gross.
Read on ao3!
Steve was seventeen the day his dad caught him putting on makeup.
He was in a little skirt, the sweet pastel blue was nice on his pale skin, the lace of the bralette poking out from beneath the old t-shirt he had cropped himself.
He was finishing his highlighter, smiling coyly to himself when his dad walked in, whatever question he was going to ask dying on his lips. He slapped Steve right across the face, told him he had an hour to pack his shit and leave, letting him know, with no holds barred, that he would rather have no son than a queer one, a disappointing one, an embarrassing one.
So Steve packed his shit, and lived in the Henderson’s spare bedroom for a little under a year, saving up as much money as he could before buying a bus ticket to California and never looking back.
He found a shitty L.A. apartment on Craigslist, a few girls looking for another person. It was small, but well kept, and cheap and the girls were sweet, didn’t mind that he had just as much makeup as they did, would often swap clothes around.
He worked any job he could find, always holding at least two at once, typically juggling three. It was while working part-time as a server at some fancy place he met Billy Hargrove. The guy was beautiful. Had curly blonde hair he would tie into a bun, these piercing blue eyes. He worked in some kinda tech, had made probably millions doing something Steve would never understand. But he took a liking to Steve, would come a few times a week to the restaurant, would insist on sitting in Steve’s section, went as far as reserving the same table every Monday Friday and Saturday, the nights he knew Steve had shifts.
He would typically eat alone, would smirk up at Steve and lick his lips, delighted when Steve would get a little red.
He always left ridiculously large tips, wads of cash Steve would shove in his pocket.
After close to two months, of this, of light flirting and triple-digit tips, Billy finally made a move, politely asking Steve if he would be interested on going on a date sometime.
Steve was overjoyed he hadn’t gone on a date since he was seventeen, about two years ago. He told Billy he’d love to, but he worked every night. To that Billy offered to double whatever he would make on Saturday night, his own exorbitant tip included. Steve just spluttered, saying that was unnecessary and he can just call out.
So they went out on Saturday night. Billy picked him up from his shitty apartment, the girls he lived with cooing over how beautiful Billy is, like Steve doesn’t already know. He closed the door of the expensive vintage car behind Steve, sliding into the drivers side, eyeing Steve and saying you look gorgeous. Steve had wanted to keep it simple, not release his entire femme self on this guy, had worn old slacks and a button-down, but his nails were painted, and he had on some makeup, foundation, contour, highlight, light blended eye shadow and the thinnest black liner, right on his lash line, false lashes short, understated. It was much less than what he wanted, but didn’t know how well that’d go over with Billy.
Billy took him to some nice place on the other side of town, and was the best date Steve had ever had. He was polite, asked all the right questions, gave all the right compliments. Had fed Steve bites of expensive foods off his own plate, expensive foods Steve hadn’t been treated to since his rich parents kicked him out. He walked him to his door at the end of the night, kissing him chastely with a promise to call the next day.
And call he did. He told Steve he was outside, to get dressed and meet him, that they were going shopping. Steve flew out the door, not even realizing he had thrown on a shift dress, a black faux silk one with lace trim, topping it with an old denim jacket. Billy just ran his hands down the creamy fabric and told him he looked so pretty for me today. They went to designer stores, and Billy shelled out what must have been thousands on Steve, buying him pretty silk dresses, cute little skirts, making Steve show him everything he tried on.
Their next date was dinner the following weekend, Billy having to leave town for work, but called Steve every night. Steve quit one of his jobs, the juice bar down the street that paid minimum and left him wanting in the tip department.
They went out, and Steve wore a lovely green chiffon dress Billy had purchased for him, had giggled when Billy had spun him around, taking in the floaty sheer fabric. They had sex for the first time that night, Billy had taken off the black lace panties with his teeth before eating Steve out for maybe hours. Steve stayed the night at Billy’s place, a spacious penthouse apartment in the city, huge windows giving a panoramic view of the hills.
They had been together for a month when Billy called himself daddy, had eased Steve into it with a don’t you want to be a good girl for Daddy?, while Steve nodded and sobbed, coming on Billy’s fist.
Steve didn’t need convincing, but Billy still sat him down, explained what being a daddy meant to him.
“I want to take care of you. Want to buy you pretty things, want to keep you happy, want to keep you safe.”
Steve was kicked out at seventeen by his neglectful father, he was on board with the idea of having Billy, of having his daddy take care of him.
So he quit another job, just keeping the one fancy restaurant, the tips making up for the part-time hours.
They had been together for six months when Billy asked him to move in. Had said Daddy just wants you where I can see you, take care of you.
So Steve had kissed his girls goodbye, left them enough rent to cover his share for a few months, and moved in with Billy.
Billy gave him an entire room to keep his wardrobe in. Had a beautiful white vanity built against one wall for his makeup, had shelves to display shoes, bags, jewelry, had even filled some of the shelves with new things, new outfits made from liquid soft fabrics.
They celebrated that night by shopping for beautiful lingerie Steve modeled for Billy, posing as he took photos of Steve with an old Polaroid. He fucked Steve with a vibrator for two hours after that, edging him until he was inside, letting him cum if he begged.
So Steve found himself living the most luxurious life, spent most of the day in nothing but pretty lingerie, his daddy’s shirts, or nothing at all. He was at his daddy’s beck and call. He quit his final job, having no reason to keep it, wanting no reason to leave his daddy’s side.
Billy was paying bills in his office when Steve came trotting in, silently pawing at Billy’s legs, wanting to crawl under the desk.
“Use your words, Sugar.” Billy didn’t even look up at him. Steve whined. “Words, Baby, be a good girl.”
“Want you in my mouth. Wanna keep you warm.” When Steve got all up in his emotions about something, he would do this. Would climb under Billy’s desk and let his cock sit in his mouth. Would let his mind go blank and let himself drop. So that’s what he did, carefully took Billy out of his slacks, and put his mouth around him, just rested the weight of his dick on his tongue, not sucking, just, sitting.
He liked the darkness of the space beneath the desk, the smell of Billy, his cologne mingling with his natural musk, and he loved the taste, Billy’s skin clean, the salty bitterness of cum was always on his mind, would be on his tongue once Billy finished his work, let Steve go to town.
He had been sat down there for a while, thinking about nothing at all, just letting himself be, when Billy’s hand pet through his hair. He looked up through his false lashes, blinking slowly at Billy.
“You look so pretty, on your knees for me. Know how much you love having Daddy’s cock in your mouth. Why don’t you take me a little deeper, Princess?” Steve moaned as Billy got hard, taking him as far as he could.
Steve loved gagging on Billy’s cock, loved when it hit the back of his throat and his eyes welled up and drool ran down his chin. He sucked for a few minutes, bobbing his head, feeling his own cock harden in his panties, peeking out the top of the lace band. Billy pulled him up by the hair, settling Steve on his lap before standing, walking through the apartment holding Steve, making his way to their bedroom.
The bed was a queen, Billy liked it smaller so that he could cuddle Steve, never wanted him too far out of reach. He put Steve gently down on it, taking in his flushed chest, the way his little panties clung desperately to his hard cock, the way his nipples could easily be seen in the sheer babydoll.
“So beautiful, all dressed up for Daddy.” Steve blushed.
“I have a surprise for you, Daddy.”
“For me? That’s so sweet of you, Kitten.” Steve rolled over, pressing his hips in the air.
The panties were open in the back, just in the right place to see the jewel tip of the plug he had stuffed himself with. Billy knew it was one the big ones, knew Steve was asking for it rough tonight.
“You get yourself all ready for me?” He flicked at the plug, Steve whimpered. “You know that Daddy loves fingering you, Baby. Loves fucking you open with one of your toys. Why didn’t you ask Daddy if you could do this yourself?”
“I, I thought you would like it. I’m sorry, Daddy.” Billy tutted.
“Sorry won’t cut it, Daddy’s going to have to punish you.” Steve whimpered as he squirmed on the bed, watching as Billy got up and went to the large drawer they kept filled with sex toys. He selected carefully, bringing a few things and placing them behind Steve. “Strip for me, Baby Girl.”
Steve did as he was told, always did as he was told, slowly pulling the baby doll up, avoiding the perfect makeup on his face, letting the smooth material drop to the ground. He turned around to push the panties down, knew Billy would want to stare at his ass, always wanted to stare at his ass. He re-situated himself on the bed, laying on his back, looking at Billy expectantly.
The first thing he did was gag him.
The pastel pink ball was a favorite of Steve’s, he loved feeling used, so drooling around a gag as Billy did whatever the fuck he wanted to him, was pretty good.
The cuffs came next. They were leather, padded on the inside so they wouldn’t hurt Steve’s delicate wrists, wouldn’t leave red marks and burns like metal cuffs and ropes did.
When Steve was ready, Billy folded him up, cuffing his wrists to the headboard, the spreader bar keeping his legs open tucked under his hands, forcing him open, on display for Billy.
“Since you were so bad, Daddy’s gonna try something new.” He began shifting the plug in Steve’s ass, pulling it out. He swapped it for another, a slightly smaller one Steve dreaded. It was long, and when Billy turned it on, controlled it from an app on his phone, it dug right into Steve’s prostate. “I’m gonna leave this in, but I’m gonna try a new toy on you. make it so you can’t cum, no matter how much you want to.” He showed Steve the new toy.
It was small, a little silver ball at the end of a curved piece, attaching to a ring.
“I’m gonna put this inside you. Really plug you up.” Steve moaned when he realized it would be going in his cock. “Yeah? You want that?” He nodded as best as he could. Billy grinned opening one of the bottles of lube they kept in the drawer as well, kept stashed all around the apartment.
He lubed up the little thing, sliding the ring over Steve’s dick, settling it just under the head. “You ready, Princess?” Steve modded again and Billy pressed the little ball in.
Steve was so full. His ass was plugged, mouth gagged, and now there was something filling his penis, keeping him hard but anything inside.
Billy stood up, coming up the bed and settling in near Steve’s head. He had once tied Steve up with the vibrating plug, and left for his office for an hour or so. Leaving Steve alone through his orgasms had been bad, Steve had been a crying mess when Billy found him again, and not in a good way. He had held Steve close all night and apologized profusely for being a bad daddy, and he never left Steve’s sight when they were fooling around.
The vibrator jolted inside Steve and he whimpered, let Billy rake his fingers through his hair, pet down his thighs and tell him he was being so good for Daddy.
Steve writhed as best as he could, cuffed and bent as he was. He was drooling around the gag. Billy sat next to him, whispering praise into his hair, touching his pretty skin. The vibrator was buzzing roughly right against that spot. Steve was moaning, making as many noises as he could around the pink gag. He couldn’t take it.
“You can cum, Princess. Whenever you’re ready. You don’t need Daddy’s permission.” His back went tense, his legs straining against his arms where his wrists were keeping the spreader bar in place. His balls tightened, but it felt like it went on for hours. The little ball plugging his cock up kept everything inside, kept him from any relief.
His eyes were wide as he looked at Billy.
“You always look so beautiful when you cum, with nothing but a big toy in your tight little hole.” Billy was now pressing on the base of the vibrator, shifting it around inside Steve. “You have another one for Daddy?” Steve nodded, feeling like he hadn’t stopped cumming. “Let me see.”
He felt tears begin to run from his eyes the next time, still chasing release, but getting nothing.
It was intense.
Steve was sobbing out around the gag, spitting out muffled pleas, begging his daddy to let him find release. His legs were shaking, thighs trembling as Billy turned off the plug, the thing getting four unsatisfying orgasms out of him.
“Such a good girl, for Daddy. You want my cock, Baby? You want Daddy to fuck you.” Billy was moving back to his hips, wiggling the vibrator in him, one eyebrow raised.
Steve nodded, eyes wide.
Billy slowly took the plug out, Steve’s eyes rolling back his back tensing. He took off his slacks, throwing his expensive clothes in a heap on the floor, knowing the maid would get them later. He poured more lube onto Steve, dragging his cock through it, slicking himself up as Steve whined.
He pressed in roughly, Steve gasping around the pink gag.
Billy didn’t give him any time, setting a bruising pace, Steve barely holding on to his sanity.
He was drawn tight, the silver ball stoppering him up. He felt like an elastic, pulled tight, near snapping if he didn’t get to cum soon, like seriously cum he felt like he was gonna break into pieces.
“You want Daddy to take it out? Make mess outta yourself?” Steve nodded, eyebrows drawn. Billy leaned down, draped himself over his body, rasping in his ear. “Well, not until Daddy gets to come.” He bit at the lobe of Steve’s ear, upping his pace, hips punishing.
Steve had come again while Billy was fucking into him, had dropped into that space, let his mind go blank except for the steady stream of DaddyDaddyDaddy.
Billy went still, tense on top of Steve as he finished, cumming deep in Steve. He slumped for a moment, breathing deeply, taking in Steve’s scent, the floral perfume Billy had to keep buying him, he used it so much.
Steve whined and he came back to himself, back to his baby underneath him, still cuffed and bent, plugged.
“So good, so perfect, Princess. Always give Daddy just what he wants, what he needs.” Steve gasped as Billy thumbed at his cock, running the pad of his fingers along the silver ring. “You made Daddy cum, you can have this out now, you want that?” Steve nodded, eyes pleading.
Billy slowly took the ring off, the silver ball coming out of him.
Steve felt like he was exploding. His pent up orgasms ripping out of him. He swears he must’ve blacked out.
When he came back, he was cleaned up, the cuffs gone from his wrists, the toys put away. He was under the covers, Billy holding him to his chest. He shuffled around, making a soft noise.
“Welcome back, Princess.” Steve smiled as Billy kissed the top of his head. “That okay for you?”
“Yeah, it was, it was good.” Billy just brought him in closer, tightened his arms around his baby.
“I love you, Stevie. Love you so much, Princess.”
“Love you, Daddy.”
#this is pure filth im so sorry#i had to google a LOT of shit for this#mainly sex toys#harringrove#yikes writes#harringrove fic#harringrove ficlet#harringrove drabble#steve harrington#steve harrington x billy hargrove#billy hargrove x steve harrington#billy hargrove#lemons
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Everything I Watched in 2019
Movies
The number in parentheses is year of release, asterisks denote a re-watch, and titles in bold are my favourite watches of the year.
01 The Death of Stalin (17) does a neat trick of building goodwill for Steve Buscemi’s Krushchev, then brutally pays that off in the last few minutes.
02 Sorry to Bother You (18)
03 Support the Girls (18)
04 Paddington (14)*
05 Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (16)
06 Eighth Grade (18) probably the most terrifying movie I watched all year, if you didn’t watch it through your fingers, who even are you?
07 Morvern Callar (02) much less bleak than the book, but then, nearly anything would be
08 The Favourite (18) revolting and beautiful.
09 Columbus (17) a really lovely movie about architecture and parent-child relationships.
10 Bring it On (00)*
11 The Land of Steady Habits (18) feels wackier than your average Holofcener, but still a good watch.
12 Spotlight (15) i was really bowled over by this, and wasn’t expecting to be. Workmanlike filmmaking, but an extraordinary story, well-told.
13 The Killing of a Sacred Deer (17) Barry Keoghan is a blank, but somehow compelling screen presence. This one has an ending that made me bark with laughter.
14 Legends of the Fall (94)
15 Moneyball (11)* if you don’t feel like watching anything in particular, you can always watch Moneyball
16 If Beale St Could Talk (18) very beautiful, but I failed to connect with it on any other level.
17 For Keeps (88)
18 Abducted in Plain Sight (17)
19 Oscar Shorts (Animated) (18) the offerings were very sappy this year, but the winner was decent! Lots of Toronto content (weird).
20 Oscar Shorts (Live Action) (18) *unquestionably* the worst one of these won ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
21 Velvet Buzzsaw (19)
22 Vice (18) ugh
23 Friends with Money (06)
24 Can You Ever Forgive Me (18)
25 Bohemian Rhapsody (18) haha what. was. that.
26 Mars Attacks (96)*
27 Paddington 2 (18)
28 Buffy the Vampire Slayer (92)*
29 Shoplifters (18)
30 Blindspotting (18) jacked Ethan Embry in a supporting role?! Whither? Howso? Wherefore?
31 Witness (85)
32 Harry & the Hendersons (87)*
33 The Matrix (99)*
34 T2 Trainspotting (17)
35 Blockers (18)
36 The Slums of Beverly Hills (98)
37 Can’t Hardly Wait (98)*
38 Avengers: Infinity War (18)
39 Iron Man II (10)
40 Isle of Dogs (18)
41 Chinatown (74)*
42 To Live & Die in LA (85)
43 Age of Innocence (93) Daniel Day-Lewis manages to make Newland Archer compelling, where in the novel he’s...the worst?!
44 Shopgirl (05)*
45 The House (17) didn’t sustain all the way through, but then, that’s how mainstream comedies often go.
46 The Beguiled (17)
47 Badlands (73)*
48 Poetic Justice (93)
49 The Empire Strikes Back (80)*
50 Calibre (18)
51 The Kindergarten Teacher (18)
52 Hounds of Love (17) a nice little Aussie thriller, set in the 80s
53 Kicking & Screaming (95)*
54 Octopussy (83)*
55 Jaws (79)*
56 Lover Come Back (61)
57 Frenzy (72)
58 Always Be My Maybe (19)
59 Certain Women (16) took a while to get to this one, but it’s as great as they say it is.
60 Baby Driver (17) all flash, little substance.
61 Sneakers (92)
62 Roadhouse (87)*
63 Bull Durham (88)*
64 Ghostbusters (84)*
65 Booksmart (19) I think this will improve on multiple viewings, though I loved the soundtrack and the mix of characters.
66 Hereditary (18)
67 Rebecca (40) George Sanders as Rebecca’s cousin is BRILLIANT
68 Vertigo (58)*
69 The Dead Don’t Die (19)
70 Crawl (19)
71 Dazed & Confused (93)* If you don’t watch this once a summer, what is wrong with you?
72 Jackie Brown (97)
73 Talk Radio (88)
74 The Guilty (18)
75 Killing Heydrich (17)
76 Lady Bird (17)*
77 Billy Elliot (00)*
78 White House Down (13)* Channing Potatum saves the White House!
79 The Film Worker (17)
80 Whitney (18)
81 Mascot (16)
82 Apocalypse Now (79)* technically I’d only seen the Redux version from the early 2000s, so the regular cut is new to me.
83 Apollo 13 (95)*
84 Psycho 2 (83) the twist is very guessable, but there are a couple of nice-looking scenes.
85 Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (04)*
86 The Bodyguard (92)*
87 Murder Mystery (19)
88 Wildlife (18)
89 The Stepford Wives (75)*
90 Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory (71)*
91 The Natural (84)
92 The Other Boleyn Girl (08)
93 Speed (94)*
94 Opera (87)
95 That’s my Boy (12) haha what?!
96 The Big Short (15)
97 Elizabeth the Golden Age (07)
98 The Glass Castle (17) when I read the book, I genuinely thought it was fiction, it’s so insane.
99 Dawn of the Dead (78)*
100 All About Eve (50) lady on lady violence is a special thing
101 La La Land (16)
102 Morning Glory (10) remember Rachel McAdams?
103 Casino (95)*
104 Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby (06)
105 Pet Sematary (19)
106 Clue (85)*
107 Her Smell (18) amazing soundtrack and the songs were well-chosen. Heartbreaking musical moment in the final act.
108 Bobby Sands: 66 Days (16)
109 She’s Gotta Have it (86)
110 Good Morning (59)
111 Hustlers (19) I didn’t connect with this as much as the reviews led me to believe I might.
112 Nocturnal Animals (16)
113 Kill Bill Vol 1 (03) I’d only ever seen the second one before, being a non-Tarantino completionist.
114 Fried Green Tomatoes (91)* I watch this more than anticipated...
115 Steel Magnolias (89)
116 Notting Hill (99)*
117 A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood (19) the tiny city models were inspired!
118 National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation (89)*
119 Let It Snow (19)
120 Frozen (13)
121 The Irishman (19) most interesting as a sort of pastiche/reckoning on the part of Scorsese about his other gangster films. Really outmoded view of unions. Definitely could have been edited down if anyone were able to come to it without undue reverence, but I did love the bit about the fish.
122 Girls Trip (17) actual plot is beside the point.
123 About a Boy (02)* I always think of this as the “vomit and sweaters” movie, anyone else?
124 Animal House (78)*
DOCUMENTARY : FICTION - 4:120
THEATRE : HOME - 9:115
TV Series
01 Russian Doll - I think I would have enjoyed this more if it hadn’t been bingeable - would have made a nice week-by-week discussion sort of show. I loved to watch the changes between re-ups of our major characters, and I think the actual plotting would reward re-watches.
02 Catastrophe S4 - A satisfying ending to an excellent show, with very charismatic leads (and deeply weird supporting characters). Had to write around Carrie Fisher’s death, and I’m sure did a better job of it than Star Wars did.
03 Friends from College S2 - More of the same, which is what I was after. A show like cotton candy (but with more infidelity).
04 High Maintenance S3 - A lot more of this season took place outside of New York City, which was a great change of pace. And a great deal more information about The Guy and his own life; both difficulties and successes included.
05 Losers - This was a great little docuseries on Netflix that I didn’t hear a lot of people talking about - it’s about sports losses, but unusual sports ie curling, figure skating and the like. You’d think it would get repetitive, being as it’s always about recovering after loss, but it doesn’t! I wish they would make another season….
06 Shrill - a tight six episode dramedy about an alt-weekly journalist in the Pacific Northwest, based on Lindy West’s memoir of the same name. John Cameron Mitchell as her boss (based on Dan Savage) stands out of the ensemble cast, as does Annie’s roommate played by a British standup Lolly Adefope.
07 Broad City S5 - I haven’t always kept up with Broad City, but I came back to it for its final season, and thought it did a good job of setting its characters up for big changes in their lives.
08 I Think You Should Leave - It’s easy to assume that all sketch comedy is terrible and always will be, but then you see this, and throw your TV out the window (due to all the laffs)
09 Fleabag S2 - Everything you’ve heard is true, this season is goddamn hilarious and ridiculously sexy. A huge step up from the first season, which was already pretty fantastic and incisive.
10 Fosse/Verdon - Musicals are not particularly my bag, so I’m sure there was a lot that I missed in terms of references, but the lead performances ably carried me through all of the time jumps and various performances.
11 Stranger Things S3 - Say it after me: d-i-m-i-n-i-s-h-i-n-g r-e-t-u-r-n-s! Maya Hawke kills it, though.
12 Big Little Lies S2 - Unnecessary, and (if possible) even sillier than the first season.
13 Lorena - Part of the ongoing quest to rehabilitate the maligned women of the 1990s, this gave me tons of context that I had no idea about at the time, due to being a dumb kid.
14 Glow S3 - I felt like I was losing steam on this series this year, but episodes like the camping ep kept me coming back. A great ensemble, though some unusual character choices (like a certain kiss *cough*) took me out of it by times.
15 Lodge 49 S1-3 - I’d kept hearing about this show, so I finally sought it out. I can’t say it was amazingly compelling (I almost dropped it after the first season) but it’s definitely an oddball of a show, slipping from setpiece to setpiece with little regard for logic. For me, a background show.
16 Chernobyl - This show really gave me the Bad Feeling, humans were definitely A Mistake.
17 On Becoming a God in Central Florida - Kiki in a trashy mode, not as infinitely appealing as the version she pulled off in the second season of Fargo, but scrappy and industrious nonetheless.
18 Show Me a Hero - I’d put off watching this for years, it felt like it was going to be too dull (housing policy in Yonkers?) but it’s great, and larded up with Bruce Springsteen songs, obvs.
19 Great British Bake Off S9-S10 - I’d also held off on watching this for a long time, out of loyalty to Mel, Sue, and Mary Berry. But I needed some comfort viewing towards the end of the summer, and the new hosts and judge do an able job, although the show’s tropes are feeling a bit well-worn at this point.
20 Righteous Gemstones S1 - A rollicking ride for sure, with a great cast. Your mileage/patience with Danny McBride may vary, so keep that in mind, naturally.
21 This Way Up S1 - A small show starring the fabulous Aisling Bea, about mental health and families and some nice comic physical acting. Oh, and in case you were watching The Crown and crushing on Tobias Menzies’ version of Prince Phillip, he plays a hot dad love interest in this, which gives you all the Tobias you’re looking for, without the PP racisms.
22 The Crown S3 - This is the first season of the big cast switchover, and I thought it stuck reasonably well, once we were in it an episode or two. This season concentrated even less on Elizabeth herself, preferring her sister, husband, and (newly!) her children.
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Almost Lost You
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Wheeler!Reader
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: angst... fluff
Request: I was wondering if I could request a Steve Harrington x Wheeler reader where the party have called them in to help with some upside down stuff and then something bad happens to one of them and they end up telling each other how they feel? - @mysticrebelwerewolf
The sun just set and the sky is painted shades of reds and pinks and you take in the awe-worthy sight as you walk down the street. You often find yourself in need of fresh air and walking alone through the streets of Hawkins, Indiana. It’s not something people here normally do, especially if those people have personally fought off the monsters that once hid in the dark shadows of the ever-eerie town. But you, you are different. No, you aren’t out searching for the troubled beasts that terrorized your friends and a group of middle schoolers and you aren’t a fearless warrior. To be honest you’re scared shitless of those things but isn’t that courage —fighting the things that scare you. So, sometimes when the sun is setting and the sky gets dark, you walk the streets of Hawkins to remind yourself that you are strong and helped protect this rinky-dink town, that and Steve lives a few blocks away.
It’s like some unspoken thing between you and Steve, you walk past his house at the same time every Monday and he takes the trash bins up to the street at the same time, both of you meeting at the same spot at exactly the same moment. Even though you see each other practically every other day, you look forward to your Monday rendezvous. Going up the street to his house, you can tell that something is different.
Eyebrows furrowed, you continue walking toward Steve who is already waiting out by the street. As you get closer you notice that Steve is not standing there alone, beside him stands Dustin Henderson — Steve’s side-kick. The closer you get, the better you can make out the look of worry on their faces, a look that makes you stop dead in your tracks.
“Wh-What’s wrong?” You stutter out, gulping down a big lump in your throat.
“We’ve got a problem.” Steve nods over to Dustin who is standing there with a walkie-talkie in his hand.
Dustin looks up at you, “Mike saw a demodog running toward the woods.” He says hesitantly.
“What?” You gasp looking up at Steve. “I thought we took care of them.”
“We thought so too.” Steve nods. “We told them that we’d get you and head that way.”
Your chest constricts and it feels as if you can’t breathe at all. You run your fingers through your hair in an attempt to hide the fact that your hands are shaking. Nodding you look down the street and back to the two boys standing there, looking at you.
“O-okay, let’s go.” You walk toward Steve car that is sitting at the edge of the driveway, engine running.
Dustin and Steve follow closely behind, buckling themselves into their respective seats before Steve drives off down the road toward where he had promised to meet the others. When Steve pulls up the only thing there are empty cars. When you climb out of the car, the atmosphere is thick and eerie.
Behind you Dustin is speaking on the walkie-talkie, trying to figure out where everyone went while you follow Steve to the trunk. Out comes the infamous nail ridden bat. You’ve always found Steve attractive, but he is absolutely drool worthy when wielding this weapon. You pull the small hatchet and the makeshift flamethrower you made from a lighter and a can of hairspray from where you safely stored it in Steve’s trunk and look up at him with a shrug of your shoulders.
“Never thought I’d be doing this with you again.” You sigh out as he closes the trunk.
“I hoped we wouldn’t have to.” He says looking down at you then over at Dustin who is approaching.
“They’re heading out to the junkyard if we hurry we may be able to catch up to them.” He says, nodding toward the dark woods.
“Let’s go.” You nod, heading straight into the woods, trying your damnedest to pushback the fear and unease bubbling to the surface. “What could go wrong.” You sarcastically groan to yourself.
Anything could go wrong, in fact, it felt as it everything had gone wrong. Lucas had told Dustin over the walkie-talkie that they made it to the junkyard and the demodog was there and that it was huge. In your rush to hurry to the junkyard and help out the rest of them, the three of you didn’t pay much attention to your surroundings until Steve jolts forward as he is being knocked to the ground.
“Steve!” You shout and turn to see a Demodog, the size of a large German Shepard, standing over Steve readying itself to attack.
Pulling Steve’s bat off the ground, you quickly swing right at the monster’s head. The demodog is thrown off Steve long enough for you to hand his bat back and him to pull himself off the ground before it comes vaulting towards you guys again with a screech when Steve hits it once again with the bat.
“We need to go, safety in numbers!” You back up toward Dustin who is staring at you with wide eyes.
“Looks like they’re heading our way, so is the other demodog.” He looks back down at the walkie in his hands.
Your palms start to sweat and hands start to shake. Nervously you begin to look around, trying to find something — anything — that will be of an advantage to you. Seeing as Jane and Hopper are out of town, you can’t really count on the super eleven powers at this moment to get you all out of this situation… and that’s when it happens.
Your leg is taken out from under you, sharp knife like teeth puncture your legs as the petals of the second demodog’s face wrap around your exposed leg. Next thing you know you are being dragged away, Steve fighting back the other demodog, best he can as he yells out your name and watches you being dragged away kicking and screaming.
“Y/n!” You hear them yelling out your name, but all you can focus on is the sharp pain of the nail ripping at your skin at you try to fight off the beast with mere rocks and sticks. “Y/n!” Their voices get louder and your arms get weaker as you continue your attempts to fight off the monster that seems to be toying with you.
The sound of a nearby twig snapping in half must’ve startled the demodog out of the game he was playing with you because the petals of his face peeled back and it attached itself to your side. Your blood-curdling, pained scream was followed by the sound of gunshots, one after another and then the large demodog falls limp on your body.
“Y/n!” Steve calls out to you, skidding to a stop next to you as he pushes the demodog off. “God, I thought I lost you.” He gently cups your face before looking at your ripped skin and clothes.
“Is anyone-“
“They’re all okay.” He nods quickly, face full of worry when he looks down at the blood seeping from the bite on your side. “I’ll get Y/n and meet you at the cars.” Steve looks up at the others before looking back down at you.
“Stop looking at me like that, I’m fine.” You say with a pained laugh, eyes watering as you try to push Steve’s worry away but you can tell it’s not working.
“You’re not fine, I almost lost you before I was able to tell you-” He stops, shaking his head and carefully helping you up to your wobbly feet.
You hold onto his shoulder for support before your leg gives out and you almost fall back down. In a swift movement, Steve scoops you up and holds you bridal style, not at all worried about the blood your transferring to his clothes.
“Before you were able to what? Tell me you have feelings for me.” You scoff quietly at your joke, but look back up at Steve when he doesn’t answer you. His face is red and he is staring in your eyes with a look of longing in his. “Oh my God, you do don’t you?” You gasp.
Steve looks away and starts carrying you through the dark woods and back toward the cars where he had said he would meet the others with you. He looks back down at you, seeing you staring at his sweet face.
“Yeah,” He nods and looks away. “I do.”
You stare up at him in utter shock. Steve turns his face forward, stepping over fallen limbs of trees as he carefully carries you. You can hear him swallow down his feelings, he gives a small shake of his head as if he is attempting to shake away particular thoughts.
“Shit.” You gasp quietly as your head spins.
“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said-“
“No, no it’s not that. I- I’m not feeling too good.” Your words come out quiet as your eyelids become heavy and your breathing short.
“Hang in there, we are almost to the car,” Steve says, trying to put on a brave face but you can hear in the shake of his voice and feel in the quick beat of his heart that he is nervous, scared even.
The more time that passes, the more tired you get and eventually you give in. You let your eyes close, just for a second to get just a little bit of relief. Steve urges you to stay awake, begs you even but you try to assure him with all the energy you can muster that you are okay. Letting one of your arms fall from around his neck, you place it on his chest and give a small yawn.
“Hey, there you are.” You hear a soft voice say from above you. “How are you feeling, dear?”
Opening your eyes you see what you can only guess is a hospital room by the sanitary smell, the monitors and wires, and the lady standing next to your bed in scrubs. With a pained smile, you look down at your arm to see it bandaged and back up at the nurse.
“You’re quite a lucky girl. There were a lot of cuts and bites that needed cleaned and stitched up and you lot a lot of blood, but you’ll be alright thanks to your friends.” She smiles, looking toward the cracked door. “They’re waiting out there for you, would you like me to get them for you?”
“Please.” You croak out, nodding your head gently as she turns and walks out.
“Y/n?” Steve asks softly as he, Dustin, Lucas, and Max walk in. “You need to stop doing that. You scared the hell out of me.”
“Sorry.” You say softly with a small smile. “Steve?”
“Yeah,” He asks, walking up to the side of your bed and leaning in to better hear you.
His eyes are full of worry and relief and that same thing you saw in his eyes out in the woods, longing. You reach out with both hands, exposing your bandaged arms, and your gently cup both sides of his face and pull him down to meet you. Your lips press softly against his that curl up into a smile before kissing you back.
“I think we’ll just…” Lucas points toward the door as the three of them slowly back out.
“We didn’t get to finish that talk in the woods.” You say when Steve pulls away to look down at you. “I wanted you to know that I have feelings for you too.”
“Are you done making out? Is it safe to come in now?” Dustin says through the crack of the door and you giggle.
“Yeah, come in.”
You lay in the bed and smile, watching the three kids sit at the end of your bed and tell you in vivid detail what you being attacked, Nancy, your sister, shooting the demo dog, and Steve carrying you out of the woods looked like from their point of view. Periodically you glance over at Steve to see him staring at you, eyes soft and a smile even softer. You reach for his hand that is resting on the bed and clasp your fingers with his.
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#steve harrington#sweet Steve#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington fic#stranger things#stranger things x reader
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Sixteen Candles: Part Five - The End
Summary: It’s the day that Vivian has been looking forward to nearly her entire life: her sixteenth birthday. But between her sister’s wedding overshadowing her big day, and praying that her crush Billy Hargrove will finally notice her things aren’t going too well for her. If she can just survive the under the sea dance at her school and avoid the really weird and creepy Tommy H her night might be salvageable. Maybe.
Pairing: Billy Hargrove/OFC
A/N: Here it is! The final chapter! I’m gonna miss Vivian. And Carol was honestly a lot of fun to write. Maybe one day if you guys want I can write more for Billy and Vivian. Enjoy the ending!
It was the day that Vivian and her family had been dreading. Sarah’s wedding day. One would imagine that a girl’s wedding day was one of the happiest days of her life. You would never have guessed that with Sarah. The entire household had been woken up around five in the morning by the sound of a near blood curdling scream coming from the bathroom that Carol and Vivian shared. Vivian sat up on the couch abruptly, blinking wildly and looking around to make sense of what was happening. Slowly lights around the house started to flick on as her family got out of bed.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Sarah screeched upstairs.
Vivian hurried upstairs, where her parents, grandparents and Carol were all crowded outside of the bathroom door with concerned looks (technically Carol looked more annoyed than concerned).
“Sarah, language. Is everything alright? Please let me in. You’re scaring us,” their mother said calmly. There was a long silence before the lock clicked and Sarah poked her head out of the door. There were mascara streaks under her eyes from her tears. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”
“I got my fucking period!” she wailed. Carol broke out into a loud cackle as their father shuffled awkwardly in the hallway.
“I’m gonna...I think I’m gonna go start breakfast…” he mumbled. Vivian’s grandparents quickly followed after them. Sarah opened the door wider and burst into a loud fit of sobs. Vivian let out a loud and annoyed sigh. And here she thought Sarah was freaking out about something important.
“Sounds like the honeymoon is gonna be a blast, huh Sarah?” Carol teased.
Their mother let out a small huff and turned to glare at Carol. “Carol, please. You’re not helping. Sarah, I know that this is...inconvenient, but it’s not the end of the world. This is just a tiny speed bump, okay? We’ll handle everything and it’s all going to be perfect.”
“Yeah, until it comes to the wedding night,” Carol snorted. “God, imagine you’re walking down the aisle and you’ve got a huge stain on your ass and you have no idea?” she laughed. Vivian bit down on her bottom lip and let out a cough to cover her laughter. If it had been anyone else she probably wouldn’t have found it so funny. But this was a little like karma kicking Sarah in the ass for being such a pain.
“Carol, Vivian, go downstairs now or you’ll stay home and miss your sister’s wedding.” their mother warned, pointing a finger at the stairs.
“...Is that supposed to be a threat?” Vivian asked genuinely. Carol laughed loudly beside her. Their mother glared at them, and the two sister’s retreated downstairs and to the kitchen where their dad was getting a head start on cooking pancakes.
He cast a nervous glance at them over the top of his glasses. “...Has the screaming stopped?”
“Momentarily.” Vivian sighed. She couldn’t wait for Sarah to go back to Florida. The sun wasn’t even up yet. And things wouldn’t get any better. Between the stress and the cramps, Vivian was sure that Sarah was going to make this the wedding day from hell.
Eventually her mom came downstairs. She leaned against the doorway and let out a heavy sigh. “Okay. She’s going to take some muscle relaxers, I’m going to make her some tea, and we’re all going to try and make it through today in one piece,” she was saying it more to herself than to the family. Vivian and her mother made eye contact, and her face softened. “Oh, Vivian…” she walked over to her youngest daughter and wrapped her up in a tight hug. “Your birthday. I’m so sorry we forgot your birthday.”
“Mom, it’s fine...really…” she said, wincing at how hard her mother was squeezing her.
“It’s not fine. It was your sixteenth birthday. We’re gonna make it up to you, okay? Whatever you want.”
Her dad let out a snort. “Good luck. She’s already trying to work me for a car.”
Carol was watching the exchange with a wicked grin. “God, how embarrassing. Your entire family forgetting your birthday. Imagine being that forgettable.”
Their mother fixed a stern look at Carol. “Young lady, if you let out one more nasty comment today so help me…” Carol only rolled her eyes. Their mother turned back to Vivian, taking her face in her hands and smiling sweetly down at her. “How about some chocolate chip pancakes, hmm? That’s a start, right?”
Vivian smiled and nodded. She felt so awkward now. She had wanted her family to feel guilty for forgetting her birthday. Now that they did she felt weird about it. Like it was too much attention. Hopefully it would wear off. She could definitely get used to all the sucking up. “Definitely.”
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If Billy didn’t have work it was rare that he’d wake up before noon on a weekend. Neil hated it. Billy didn’t really care. Susan usually saved him a plate of whatever she cooked up for breakfast in the oven. She was always trying to be his friend. Always trying to be the good guy. He hated it.
He was still laying in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He could hear Max and her friends out in the living room. Which meant Neil and Susan had to be out for the day. Billy rolled out of bed and shuffled down the hall. They were all there. All six of them. Great. “Don’t you nerds have anything better to do than hang around here?” he asked.
“I could ask you the same thing,” Max said. “Aren’t you supposed to be cool or something? Why are you stuck at home on a saturday?”
Dustin grinned. “I bet it’s ‘cause his girlfriend dumped him.”
“She didn’t dum- where did you even hear that shit anyways?” Billy snapped.
Dustin only shrugged. “Steve told me.”
“Is she who you were calling all night?” Max asked perking up. Each of the kids snapped towards Billy’s direction. They were annoying, sure, but he hadn’t taken them for gossips. “Because if you were, you’re an idiot. I hate Cheryl.” she scrunched up her nose as if her name gave her a bad taste in her mouth.
“No. I was...do you ever mind your own business?” he asked with a huff. The six kids only stared up at him, waiting for him to spill the beans. Billy rolled his eyes. “I was calling Vivian. She’s Carol’s sister.”
“She’s getting married!” Lucas said, as if he had realized something no one else had.
Billy sneered down at him. “Married? The hell do you mean she’s getting married? She’s sixteen.”
Lucas and Mike shared a look. “...I’m pretty sure you can get married if your parents say it’s okay. Like with a permission slip or something.” Mike suggested.
“...I don’t think that’s how it works, Mike.” Will said with a sympathetic smile.
Max rolled her eyes. “It’s not Vivian that’s getting married. It’s her sister, idiots. That totally can’t be legal.”
Billy looked at each of them, blinking wildly. He set his hands on his hips. “Can some explain what the hell is going on? How the hell do you know so much about Vivian?”
“We gave her and Robin a ride home from the movies last night,” Dustin explained. “She said that her sister Sarah’s getting married today and her family forgot her birthday. Pretty shitty if you ask me.”
“...Is there a point to anything you’re telling me?” Billy asked.
Mike shot him an irritated look. “We’re trying to tell you that if you’ve been calling Vivian, and she hasn’t been answering, you can probably just find out wherever it is her sister’s getting married and see her person.”
Billy didn’t think there were enough words in the english language to explain how annoyed he was that a group of 13 year olds had figured out how to get him to Vivian when he couldn’t do it himself.
“You can’t wear that though.” Dustin said, nodding to the shorts and shirt Billy had worn to bed.
“...Yeah. Thanks for the tip.” Billy said dryly.
“Even if he changes, who says she’ll even want to go out with him? Vivian’s too good for you.” Lucas said.
Billy scowled down at him. “Too good for me? You were with her for like, what? Half an hour last night? How would you even know?”
“It was long enough to know she’s too good for you.” Lucas affirmed. The others nodded along with him in agreement. Billy only spun around on his heels, stomping back to his bedroom to change. He hated when Max’s friends were over. They were either finding little clever ways to insult him or begging him for rides around town.
He quickly changed, or as quickly as Billy could change, and headed back out to the living room. He snatched up his keys. “This good enough for you little weirdos?” he asked, spreading his arms out. The kids were surveying his outfit carefully.
“...You got anything in blue, maybe?” Dustin asked.
Billy rolled his eyes. “It was a rhetorical question, Henderson. I’ll be back later, Max. Try not to set anything on fire.” and with that he was out of the house and sauntering out to his car. It wouldn’t be all that hard to find Vivian, would it? Maybe if he was fast he could catch them at their house before they left for the wedding. If not, Hawkins was a small town. She couldn’t have gone that far.
He felt a little pathetic. Following a girl around like this. He supposed it might look romantic or something to Vivian though, wouldn’t it? Maybe she’d be impressed. Billy sure hoped so. There wasn’t really any way this weekend could get any shittier.
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Vivian was honestly surprised Sarah wasn’t dead. A few hours after the family had all finished breakfast, Vivian’s mother had gone upstairs to check on Sarah. It turned out that Sarah had nearly tripled the normal dose of muscle relaxers she was supposed to take and could barely stand up on her own. “Sarah, what were you thinking?! On today of all days!” their mother scolded her, trying to help sit her upright in her bed.
“I was thinking that my uterus was trying to claw its way out of my vagina, mom.” she spat. Vivian and Carol were crowded in Sarah’s doorway, watching on in amusement. Sarah’s eyes were all glossy and they couldn’t seem to focus on any one thing. Her voice was slurred to the point where Vivian couldn’t believe she could understand anything her sister was saying. And she wouldn’t stop swaying back and forth. Carol of course thought it was hilarious.
“Jeez, Sarah. I always had my suspicions that you didn’t actually like Kevin but this is a new low even for you. Drugging yourself to get through your wedding?” she taunted.
“Yeah? Yeah? Well...shut up, Carol. At least I’m getting married,” she pointed an unsteady finger in her sister’s direction. “Like that stupid...dumb Tommy boy is gonna wanna marry you after he finds out that’s not your real nose!”
Carol let out a gasp, instinctively covering her nose. Vivian burst into a fit of laughter beside her. “I had a deviated septum, you cow!” Carol cried.
“Enough! Both of you! Carol, I’ve had enough of you. You’re staying home! I can’t have you harassing your sister while she’s like this. Not if you don’t want me strangling either of you in the middle of the church! And Vivian, please stop laughing.”
Vivian pressed her lips together tightly and cleared her throat. “Sorry, mom…”
Carol flipped her hair over her shoulder and sneered at Sarah. “Fine by me. Like I’d want to go to that tacky ass wedding anyways.”
“Uh...can I stay home too? I mean, you guys did forget my birthday after all…” Vivian asked, looking between her mom and Carol.
“You’re going to the wedding, Vivian. Now will you please go and get dressed while I try and get your sister out of bed?” she gave Sarah’s arm a firm tug and she was up and out of bed on wobbly feet. “Can one of you help me?”
“Why should I? I’m not in the wedding anymore.” Carol snapped, turning dramatically and stomping down the hall. Vivian let out a soft sigh and went to Sarah’s other side, throwing her arm around her and helping their mom guide Sarah out of her room.
Sarah looked over at Vivian with squinted eyes. “You know,” she began with a loud huff. “You’ve always been my favorite sister,” she confessed. Vivian couldn’t really help but smile. That was probably one of the nicest things Sarah had ever said to her. “I mean, even though you dress like total shit. But that’s like...a phase, right? Because I remember like, I used to wear bell bottoms all the time, you know? But then I realized they were totally out so I haven’t worn them in years. That’s what’ll happen to that horrible jacket you’re always wearing. Hey mom, don’t you think Vivian looks like a total lesbo-”
“Sarah!” their mother yelled. “Don’t call your sister...that. Let her wear what she wants to wear. Vivian, ignore her. She’s not making any sense.”
“Don’t worry. I’m just gonna pretend she stopped after telling me I’m her favorite sister...I mean, it’s just me and Carol so there’s not much contest, but still.” she mumbled.
“Carol,” Sarah scoffed. “I’m glad she’s not coming to the wedding. You know, her and Tommy totally did it in your bed while you and dad were on that cruise. And I never told anyone because I am like the best sister.”
Vivian wondered if maybe she had somehow died and gone to hell.
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There was only one car parked in Vivian’s driveway. That didn’t really help Billy much. He parked his Camaro at the curb and quickly made his way up the walkway to the front door. He rang the doorbell three times, his leg bouncing with nervous energy as he waited for someone to answer.
Eventually Carol did. “...What are you doing here?” she asked, sneering at Billy.
He didn’t answer her. “Is Vivian here? Can I talk to her?”
“She’s at the church with the rest of my family. My mother actually grounded me from going. Can you imagine? It’s their loss. I’m the only one that looks good in those disgusting bridesmaids dresses Sarah picked out.” she said with a flip of her hair.
Billy rolled his eyes. “Carol, I really don’t give a shit. I’m kinda on a time crunch here.”
Carol narrowed her eyes at Billy, as if she had finally heard what he was saying. “Wait, what do you want with Vivian anyways? What, are you trying to get back at Cheryl for dumping your ass or something?”
“She didn’t dump me. We were never dating,” he said through his teeth. “Why’s it your business anyways?”
“Because I’m gonna have to hear Cheryl bitch about it when she sees the two of you together,” she scoffed. “Besides, you’ll totally get bored with Vivian anyways. She’s a total loser.”
“Carol, can you just shut it and give me the address to this damn church?”
Carol rolled her eyes dramatically and let out an annoyed groan before disappearing inside. Eventually she came back with a folded piece of paper. “Here you go, Romeo. Enjoy your blue balls.” she said with a tired sigh.
Billy didn’t say anything. He snatched the paper from her and headed back to the Camaro. He slid into the driver’s seat, muttering angrily to himself. The church thankfully wasn’t too far. He could make it in time. He just needed to make a stop at Bradley’s Big Buy first. “I’ll show her Romeo.” he mumbled, stomping down on the gas.
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Vivian looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. The poofy, purple dress that Sarah had picked out for her to wear was simply hideous. She expected something a little more bearable with all Sarah’s talk of the latest trends in fashion. Then again, maybe the latest trends were just ugly.
Sarah wasn’t really fairing any better than she had been that morning. Their mother had tried to get her to drink some coffee in hopes it might dull the effects of the muscle relaxers, but now Sarah was jittery on top of loopy. There was no way she would be able to make it down the aisle alone much less in one piece. At least this might make things a little more entertaining.
Vivian’s parents decided it was best not to tell Kevin about Sarah’s...situation. The last thing they needed was for him to start nervously hovering around and stressing Sarah out even more. Vivian thought it was sort of sweet. She definitely didn’t see whatever it was that Kevin saw in her sister, but she was a little envious. Vivian found her mind wandering to thoughts of Billy and she sighed. At least he’s not here to see me in this stupid dress, she thought with a grumble.
“You alright, Vivian?” her dad asked from beside her.
“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m just tired,” she lied. “Is the ceremony starting soon or what?”
Her mother was using all of her strength to try and pull a half conscious Sarah out of her seat. “As soon as I get your sister up on her feet.” she said with a grunt. Her dad hurried over to help. Sarah finally stood up, her head lolling over to the side as she let out a sniff.
“Daddy,” she began. “This is so sad. I’m getting married and I’m not gonna live with you guys anymore.” she cried.
Their father smiled thinly and patted his oldest daughter on the arm. “You don’t live with us now, sweetheart...let’s just go hand you over to Kevin, hmm?”
“Oh, Richard,” his wife scolded. “Now isn’t the time for jokes. Vivian, when it’s time for you to walk down the aisle, don’t waste any time, okay? We need this to be over as soon as possible. Or at least before your sister passes out.”
“You don’t have to worry about me.” Vivian said with a salute.
All things considered, the wedding hadn’t gone too badly. At least, aside from Sarah falling half way down the aisle, taking her father and a good amount of the decorations with her, and nearly yelling “Oh my god, what is that fat cow doing here?” as they passed by Kevin’s mother. Vivian was almost sad Carol hadn’t been there. She would have loved it.
Their mother had stood next to Sarah during the ceremony, her arms held out wide and ready to catch Sarah in case she fell. Kevin looked slightly terrified, which was to be expected. Once Sarah and Kevin were officially married, their father had to help Kevin practically drag Sarah down the aisle and out to the limo.
The guests all stood on the steps of the church, waving goodbye to the newly married couple. Vivian’s mother let out a loud sigh next to her. “Thank god that’s over.”
Vivian’s father wrapped his arm around her shoulders “Vivian, sweet pea, I’ll buy you a car if you promise you’ll elope.”
“Richard.” Her mother scolded. “Don’t listen to him. He’s kidding. Aren’t you, Richard?” But Vivian wasn’t really paying attention. The wedding guests had started to disperse, on their way to the reception. A familiar blue Camaro was parked across the street. Vivian felt her heart pounding in her chest as her eyes met with Billy’s. There was no way this was actually happening.
“...Isn’t that Carol’s friend?” she heard her mother ask. Vivian ignored her. Billy gave Vivian a lopsided grin before awkwardly waving.
Vivian turned to her dad, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes. He smiled and waved her away. “Go. Your sister won’t remember her reception anyways.” He joked. Vivian hugged her dad tightly, picking up the skirt of her hideous purple dress and hurried across the street to meet Billy.
“Hi…” she said quietly. “Um...Carol isn’t here.”
“I know. I went to your house to see you and she told me you’d be here,” his grin had turned into a smirk. Vivian felt her cheeks burn at his confession.
“You wanted to see me?”
“Yeah,” Billy rubbed at the back of his neck. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you since last night. I called, but your grandparents kept answering…”
Vivian shut her eyes tightly and let out a groan. “Oh god,” she mumbled. “I am so totally sorry.”
Billy let out a soft laugh and shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I was kinda thinking maybe we could go do something? Celebrate your birthday? I got a cake with your name on it.” He jabbed a thumb at his car. Vivian could see a small, white cake covered in sprinkles with her name scrawled across in pink icing.
“You got me a cake?” She asked with wide eyes. You’re worth it, honey. The right guy will see it. Her father’s words from the night before were playing over and over in her head.
“Yeah. I mean, you said your family forgot so-“
Vivian reached up on her toes, taking Billy’s face into her hands and kissed him. Her stomach wouldn’t stop doing flips. She almost felt dizzy when she felt Billy’s hands rest firmly on her hips.
She was sure her face was beet red when she finally pulled away. She turned around, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over her when she saw her parents still standing there on the church steps, pretending not to look. Great. That’s what every girl dreams of; her parents watching her first kiss.
Billy only smirked down at her. “...You wanna get out of here?” He asked with a chuckle.
Vivian nodded enthusiastically. “Please.” Billy opened the passenger’s side door for her. Her heart was hammering in her chest again as he slid into the driver’s seat next to her.
Billy took her in with an amused smirk, Vivian looking over at him with a shy smile. “...Dig the dress.” He teased.
Thanks, wanna rip it off with your teeth? Vivian cleared her throat, shaking the thought away. “Just shut up and drive, Hargrove.” She muttered, biting her lip to keep herself from smiling.
“Whatever you say, Birthday Girl.”
Vivian decided to take back everything she had said for the past two days. All of her complaints and sassy comments. Riding in the Camaro next to Billy, loudly listening to Tank, Vivian decides this was her best birthday yet.
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