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Steddie
I’m joining the s3 steddie train :D
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Steve was late. He was so late and so dead. Robin was going to kill him— he’d never make it out of Scoops Ahoy alive.
This was his thought process after dropping Will Lucas and Max off at Mikes. This was also his thought process the entirety of the way to Scoops while he shoved his way through the mall.
The moment he entered the small shop Robins eyes locked on him in a glare. Steve barely gave her a second before he was going to the back room to get ready for his shift.
He heard the back room door open behind him.
“You’re—“
“24 minutes late I know,” he said as calmly as he could while trying to relax his breathing.
“Yeah and—“
“And you get an extra 25 minutes for your break, yes Robin I know!”
Steve finally closed his employee cubby and turned to look at Robin. “Look. Im sorry I was so late today but Will, Lucas and Max are assholes when they’re being petty and they needed a ride to Mikes cause all the others were busy! I’ll take closing shift today to if you’re really that mad.”
Robin stared at him angrily from the doorway. “Fine.” She uncrossed her arms. “And yes, you will be taking the closing shift tonight. I have a study date with a friend that I can’t miss.”
“It’s summer vacation?”
“Shut up!”
Steve shrugged when the door closed.
He closed the door to his employee locker with a little more force than necessary. He had a migraine building and the bright, florescent lights of the mall weren’t helping in the slightest.
He walked out and began his shift.
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Eddie wanted to enjoy his day off. Preferably by himself. But Gareth and Jeff decided that his personal life was their personal life. So here they were.
He had wanted to spend the day away from the mall, considering that that was where everyone seemed to be nowadays. But the guys were insistent.
So they were walking around. It wasn’t too bad, considering Eddie had gotten himself a new record and tape with his newest paycheck. They were sitting at the fountain when Gareth shouted right in Eddie’s ear:
“HOLY SHIT!”
Eddie just about punched him with how hard he jumped. Jeff spit out his Pepsi all over Eddie.
While Eddie was worrying about getting the sticky drink off of his skin, Gareth continued with; “is that HARRINGTON in Scoops?”
Well. Now he has Eddie’s attention.
Sure enough, just in Eddie’s line of sight, was Steve Harrington in a sailors uniform and a dorky hat.
A dorky hat that was soon snatched up by his current customer, Billy Hargrove.
Jeff clapped him on the shoulder and leaned over him to get a better view. “Is that Hargrove?”
“Yep.” Eddie popped the P.
“It looks like he’s messing with Harrington.”
“Yep.” Another pop on the P.
“And Harrington looks like he’s gonna fucking explode.”
Eddie agreed. Harrington was red in the face and not in the cute blushy-way he usually gets (don’t ask why Eddie knows that). He was talking back to Hargrove, probably something bitchy and sarcastic in typical Harrington-fashion based on the way Hargrove seemed to recoil for a moment before jumping back.
“Should we do something?” Gareth asked skeptically. Jeff shrugged where he was pressed against Eddie’s back.
“I’m going in.” Eddie stood and nearly knocked Jeff down in the process.
“Hang on—“
“Nope! Wish me luck, boys!” Eddie yelled over his shoulder while he dashed over. He heard them both get up and follow him.
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Steve wanted to cry.
His head hurt so fucking bad and his back was killing him and he had ran into a shelf earlier and had a killer bruise on his arm and leg from it and everything was too fucking much.
Then, in all his asshole and dick glory, in came Billy Hargrove.
At this point, Steve would rather take another plate to the head then have to deal with his annoyingly aggravating voice. Hargrove came in, probably expecting Robin to be there, but got Steve instead. And honestly Steve would rather deal with him then leave Robin with him.
So he’s been enduring it, giving his own comments and comebacks but overall hating his life and just wanting to curl up and die.
Then his savior showed up. In all his black leather and chains, Eddie fucking Munson.
Hallelujah.
Hargrove seemed to back down the moment Munson showed up. Which wasn’t too strange considering that Munson supplied over half of Hawkins’ weed supply. Including Steve’s own for a while. He hasn’t bought in a while cause of the brat brigade.
But not the point.
Hargrove nodded to Munson. “Munson.”
Wow. Real cool, Billy. Steve held back a snicker.
“Heeyyy, Hargrove!” Munson cheerily greeted. But there was something about his smile that was off, to Steve. It seemed tighter than usual, his eyes not crinkling with the motion like normal. Don’t ask why Steve knows this.
Munson’s eyes seemed darker, too. Like he was angry. Maybe Hargrove didn’t pay him? Steve couldn’t bother to care with how bad his head started to pound.
He shouldn’t be at work with this migraine. He knows that. His doctor’s told him this multiple times. But he owes it to Robin for being late so much and he needs to prove to his dad that he can take care of himself.
“So what brings you here, Billy?” Munson asks casually, stepping farther into the shop. Steve seems to finally be forgotten about, and he places his head down on the counter. The cooled surface definitely helps with the spinning room.
He hears Hargrove say something back, but he isn’t paying attention anymore. His eyes are stating to go blurry and he really needs to sit down. But then Munson says something that catches his attention:
“Just leave Harrington alone, man. Last I checked he did nothing to you.”
What the hell? Steve wished he could lift his head and see what Munson was doing. What he looked like when he said that. If he looked as mean as he sounded.
Steve only lifts his head a few moments later when he feels a hand on his back. He shoots up quicker than he intends, and nearly falls back down if not for the hands still holding him up.
“Shit,” he grumbles quietly to himself, whining even quieter at the sudden rush of pain and the black dots in his vision.
“Easy there, your highness.” Munson.
Steve blinks slowly, letting Munson set him down in a booth. He doesn’t remember walking over but he’ll take it. He puts his head back down and intertwines his fingers behind his head. He groans quietly again, the pounding slowly receding.
“Hey man, is there something we could do? Do you need anything?” He heard Munson ask.
We? Steve wants to ask, but finds himself not caring. “Water, and my bag from the back please,” he rasps out. Talking makes the pounding worse.
He hears someone rush off to the back and a moment later a hands on his back again and is helping him sit up.
“Here ya go sweetheart.” Munson slides the glass of water and bag over to him.
Steve silently reaches into his bag and pulls out his small “to-go” med-kit. He carries it around mainly for the kids. Mike tends to be clumsier than he comes off as and Max is always trying out some new skateboarding tricks. From inside the kit he pulls out a pill bottle and swallows 2 with the water and goes for another 2 before a hand stops him.
“I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to take more than 2.” This voice is new but familiar. Steve squints past the blurriness and makes out someone he recognizes from school; Gareth Emerson.
“4,” Steve manages past the lump in his throat. Munson, Emerson, and someone else Steve doesn’t quite know look at him. Munson continues to hold Steve’s hand on the table, rubbing his thumb over his knuckles. It weirdly intimate but the comfort is very welcome.
“4 what?” The other guy asks.
“4 pills. I usually take 4.”
Munson and Emerson both wince. The third guy looks at him like he’s insane. Steve finally recognizes him as Jeff,… something. He actually never got his last name.
“Dude— are you trying to overdose!?”
Steve winced at the sudden loudness, whining quietly. Munson shushed Jeff and Steve heard him rush out an apology.
The bell over the door dinged at that moment, and Steve found himself face to face with Max, Mike, Will, Lucas, and— for some reason— Jonathan.
“Uh— hi?” Steve attempted for a greeting.
“‘Hi!?’” Mike yelled. “Hi yourself man! We called your walkie at least 4 times!! What the hell?”
“Are you ok? Why didn’t you answer?” Will asked in a much quieter tone.
Lucas and Max wasted no time before slotting themselves in the booth with Steve. Munson remained across from Steve, and Emerson and Jeff now hovered farther away, but Lucas slid right in next to Munson and Max next to Steve.
“What the fuck, Harrington?” Max demanded. But she clung to his shirt tightly.
“Language, Mayfield,” he reprimanded quietly.
Mike paused where he stood. “Why are you talking so quietly? Shit— do you have a migraine?”
Suddenly 4 pairs of little eyes were gazing at him with unmasked concern. Holy shit was this overwhelming.
“Guys—“
“Why didn’t you say that, Steve?” Lucas asked.
“Are you ok? How long has it been going on for? Asked Will.
“Why are even here if you’re not able to function properly?” Mike reprimanded in his own caring-ness.
Max clutched to him tighter. “Why aren’t you at home? You could’ve called in sick or something!”
“Shhh!” Mike shushed her.
“Don’t shush me—“
“Shut up!” He whisper shouted. “You have to be quiet and try to control your temperature while resting in a dark, quiet room to try and help with migraines. Pain killers help to but no more than 3.”
Everyone stared at him. He went a little pink under the sudden attention.
“Nancy gets migraines a lot from reading in the dark.”
Jonathan came over right then. Steve was suddenly overwhelmed by all the people surrounding him.
“Uhm—“
“Hey,” Munson called. Steve forgot about him for a good moment. “This is cute and all, but maybe we should not surround him? Poor boy looks like he’s gonna cry.”
Everyone turned to look at him. Tears had— in fact— sprung to his eyes.
“Sorry!” All the kids rushed out quietly at the same time. Max climbed out of the booth and Munson and Jonathan both assisted with helping Steve to the break room. Jeff and Emerson stayed with the kids, but Mike came with them since he seemed to know what he was doing better than the 3 of them.
On their way back to the room though, Steve’s legs nearly gave out from under him. Shit. It’s one of those days. Munson just barely managed to catch him under the armpits while Jonathan got him by the waist.
“Woah there, sweetheart.” Munson grunted.
“Careful, Steve,” Jonathan said quietly.
“Sorry. Spinning.” Steve exhaled shakily.
Mike came rushing back after realized they weren’t with him. “Damn. Spinning? Are you able to walk? Or are they gonna have to carry you?”
Jonathan looked up at the mention of having to carry Steve. “Yeah— I’m not able to carry him. I am so not strong enough for that.” He had the decency to look apologetic.
Munson chuckled quietly and the sound reverberated through his chest where Steve’s head was. It was soothing.
“Don’t worry Big Byers. I’ve got him no problem.”
Steve was given no warning before he was being picked up in a bridal carry. He winced sharply and laid his head on Munson’s shoulder. Jonathan whistled lowly from somewhere beside them and Steve blindly kicked his leg in his direction, scoring in kicking him in the arm. Jonathan snickered.
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When Munson chased off Hargrove he didn’t expect for Harrington to all but collapse in on himself and try to fucking overdose on like 5 pain killers. He also hadn’t expected to be bombarded by 4 kids and 1 Jonathan Byers. Least of all did he expect to be carrying Harrington bridal style to the break room of Scoops Ahoy.
Somewhere behind him, Gareth turned the sign on the door to closed. Eddie silently thanked him.
The kid— who he vaguely remembers as Nancy Wheeler’s younger brother— opens the door and startles a half asleep Robin Buckley.
“Hello,” Jonathan throws her way before pulling a chair out for Eddie to sit on.
“Uh— hi? What the hell—“
Eddie takes the seat with Harrington in his lap. Robin looks dumbfounded.
“Migraine,” Jonathan helpfully supplies.
“Really, really bad migraine. Vertigo included. Full package tonight, folks.” Mike adds.
“Ok— um, is he ok? He doesn’t look ok. If it was so bad why didn’t he just call in sick?”
“That’s a good question,” Mike retorts quietly while rooting around in a freezer.
“What are you looking for”, Robin asks.
“Ice pack. The dumbass has everything in that first aid kit of his except a damn ice pack.”
“Language,” Harrington reprimanded quietly from where his cheek was against Eddie’s chest. Eddie chuckled quietly when Mike retorted with a half-assed “sorry”.
Eddie couldn’t help but admire the now sleeping Harrington in his lap. He bent in half like a shrimp, his knees just about to his chest, and his hands gripping tightly onto Eddie’s still-Pepsi-soaked t-shirt. But he looked so at peace while asleep. Like he hadn’t just had the worst migraine Eddie’s ever seen and wasn’t just about to pass out on his feet. Eddie smiled.
Mike comes over silently, managing to sneak up on Eddie and make him jump slightly and causing Harrington to whine. He’d been whining a lot today. And under “different circumstances” Eddie would’ve found it hot as fuck.
“Sorry,” Mike whispered. He seemed to be able mellow out a lot when he actually tried. He seemed like such an asshole out at the booth but now he seems quieter. These kids really cared about Harrington, huh?
“Here.” Jonathan helped him out and gently picked up Harrington’s head. Eddie caught Harrington actually kind of leaning into his touch. A strange but endearing friendship. Mike placed the ice pack— now wrapped in a cloth— on Eddie’s chest where Harrington’s head lays.
Harrington lays back down and is out like a light soon enough.
Eddie zoned out until there’s a very, very soft knock on the door. When he looks up, Jonathan is letting the other 3 kids in while Jeff and Gareth stand in the doorway.
“Is he ok?” Asks Jonathan’s little brother.
Jonathan nods and pats his head. “He’s ok, Will.”
The redhead walks over and takes a silent seat next to Eddie so she’s next to Harrington. She takes Harrington’s hand in hers and proceeds to just sit there and hold it.
“He’s ok, Max. Just a migraine,” the third kid, Lucas he thinks, reassures with a hand on Max’s shoulder.
“That’s what he said before. And then he was in the hospital.”
Woah, what?
“Hm?” Lucas looks at him.
Oh. He said that aloud.
“Wait what?” Robin asked quietly.
Jonathan’s whistled lowly. It seems to be a bit of a tic for him. “Yeah uh— funny story. Hargrove broke a plate over Steve’s head last year and nobody realized how bad it actually was until he passed out after claiming it was only a migraine.”
“He ended up in the hospital for like 2 weeks,” added Lucas.
“He needed several stitches on the side of his head.” Max unhappily supplied. Lucas squeezed her shoulder.
“It was a stage 4 concussion,” muttered Will and Mike put his head on his shoulder.
Eddie caught Gareth and Jeff’s eyes across the break room. Huh.
The Will kid came up to Eddie suddenly. “Thank you. For uh— helping with Steve. It means a lot to us. He means a lot to us.”
Mike, Max, and Lucas all nodded.
“Hang on,” Lucas piped up. “Who are you?”
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So uh— set myself up for a part 2 there :’D
Part 2
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A Valentine’s Day to Remember Eddie’s POV part 2
Just a reminder the last part WILL be spicy. I will put the +18 under the cut so you know when it starts.
Steve POV Part 1| Eddie’s POV Part 1
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When Steve said he needed to go the store Eddie immediately volunteered to go with him.
He could tell that Steve was wary about him coming to the store with him, so he promised to be on his best behavior.
Steve sighed but agreed.
They split off almost immediately, Eddie going for the cheese aisle in the back. He needed so many cheeses, he just hoped they had everything he needed.
He had turned down the baking aisle for the baking chocolates he needed for dessert when he heard a couple of girls talking in the next aisle over.
“So you don’t have a date for Valentines?” the first girl asked.
“No, it was suppose to be Steve Harrington,” the second girl whined. “I just couldn’t get over the scars on his neck. Or his body, gross!”
“I want to know how he really got them,” the first girl said. “Because there is no way an earthquake caused a scar around his neck.”
“I know, right?” the second said. “I should have known better, you know?”
“Yeah,” the first girl said. “All the warning signs were there. Working minimum wage at the video rental place. Lying about his scars and how he got them. And sticking up for known freak and suspected serial killer Eddie Munson.” She ticked off each point with her fingers.
“Ew,” the second sneered. “That last one was the worst. I hear he even got some fancy pants lawyer to get him off the murder charges.”
That was Eddie’s cue. He walked around to the next aisle and reached up behind them to grab the manicotti shells. “Excuse me, ladies.”
They turned and when they saw who it was, they went as white as a sheet.
He just smiled, causally popping his hip. “You know, it’s been pretty much proven Jason Carver did all those murders. Which makes you stupid. You think Steve’s worth was bound up in his dad’s money and his good looks. Which makes you shallow. You don’t even deserve to speak his name. Get the fuck out of here before I tell security about the candy in your purse.”
The two girls looked down at the first girl’s purse and then each other. They scampered out the store like two rabbits being chased by the big bad wolf.
He went looking for Steve and found his friend in the candy aisle, so he asked Steve what his favorite candy was. And Eddie fell a little bit more in love with Steve with his answer.
*
Eddie bounded in Family Video wanting to ask Steve one last question for tomorrow, but he was brought up short when he saw Robin where he expected Steve to be.
“Hello, Birdie,” he greeted, confused. “Where’s our Stevie?”
“Home with a migraine,” she murmured as she filled out packing slips.
“How did he manage to swing that one?” Eddie asked, flouncing up to her. “I thought Keith didn’t believe in them.”
Robin looked up at him with a smile. “Steve is willingly opening on Valentine’s day.”
“Ahhh...” he said. “Makes sense. I’ll stop by his place and make sure he’s okay.”
He turned around to do just that, but she called out to him.
“Hey, Eddie?”
He stopped and looked back at her. “What’s up?”
She faltered for a second before she said, “I can’t say why, but just...don’t hurt him, okay?”
Eddie frowned. “Hurt him?”
“With this date tomorrow,” Robin clarified.
Eddie’s face cleared and his eyebrows went up. “If your not saying what I think you’re not saying, neither of you have anything to worry about on that front.”
She bit her lip and then nodded.
He nodded back and walked back out of the store. And if he had little bit more spring to his step, that was no one’s business but his own.
*
Eddie spent more time in front of the mirror that morning than he did most of the rest of his life. But once he had his outfit picked out, he called up Robin.
“Were you able to get a key?” he asked in lieu of greeting.
He could almost feel the eye roll on the side of the line. “Of course I did. In fact, he told me to keep it. Best friend privileges.”
Eddie huffed out an annoyed laugh.
“Meet at his place in twenty minutes.”
He hung up and chewed on his lip nervously. He was going to go through Steve’s clothes and pick out something for him to wear on their date.
He showed up at the house to see Robin waiting for him. “Let’s do this.”
She let him into the house and then led the way to Steve’s room. They opened the door.
“This is just tragic,” she said looking at the plaid wallpaper and the distinct lack of personality in the room.
“How does he stand it?” Eddie asked. He expected to see the average jock’s bedroom. Posters of sports stars, scantly clad women, trophies. Something that said who Steve was as a person.
This wasn’t anything like that at all. It was like it came out of a catalog.
“I’m starting to understand Steve’s personality a lot more,” Robin said softly.
Eddie pursed his lips together and nodded. “Yup.” He cleared his throat. “So um...where do we start?”
Robin licked her lips as she looked around. “Probably the dirty clothes hamper to check for sizes. Nothing worse than picking out pants for him that aren’t even going to get over those thighs.”
Eddie cocked his head the side and nodded with small down turn of his lips. “Sounds good. I want to him to be comfortable, not self-conscious.”
She got his sizes and then began rummaging through his drawers. “Um...most of these are too big...” she said after a minute or two as Eddie went closet diving.
He looked behind him. “What do you mean?”
She pulled out two pairs of jeans. “I’m assuming the most recent ones were on top, but they’re all a size or two smaller than the ones further down.”
Eddie stood up. “That can’t be right. Even if someone else bought them for him, they shouldn’t be off by that much.”
“I think he’s losing weight...” she said.
Eddie closed his eyes. “I lost some weight after the whole upside down bullshittery due to barely nutritional food and not being able to get up. Maybe it was the same for him.”
She frowned. “But it’s been almost a year...”
Eddie sighed. “Well, we’ll just have to get the party together and make sure Steve starts eating again.”
Robin smiled. “I like the way you think. He would most likely fob you or me off, but get Max or Dustin or even El involved and he will fold like a house of cards.”
She turned back to her search.
“Eureka!” she cried after a few moments. “Steve has been holding out us, man.” She showed Eddie her prize. They were a pair of dark grey jeans with black seams.
“Holy shit,” Eddie agreed. “They’re perfect. I also found a beautiful black sweater that would great with those.” He held it up for her to see.
“Fantastic!”
“Now all we need is shoes and underwear,” Eddie said, laying the sweater on the bed next to the jeans.
“You are looking for the shoes, Mister,” she said wagging her finger at him. “I’m not letting you go through his underwear. Not unless you’re dating. Underwear is strictly a best friend or boyfriend scenario and you aren’t either.”
Eddie held up his hands in surrender. He went back to his search of the closet when he found a shoe box and a nice black blazer with a discreet dark grey plaid pattern. He set the jacket down on top of the other things and opened the box.
“What’s Steve’s shoe size?” he asked absently, staring down at the prize on his lap.
“Uh...” she said, frantically looking around. She spotted Steve’s blue Scoops Ahoy shoes and hurried over to them. “A size 10.”
“I found the perfect pair of shoes.”
She came over and looked down at the box on his lap. There in the box was the nicest pair of tuxedo shoes either of had ever seen.
“Yup!”
Eddie also pulled out a duffel bag and did the sniff test making sure it wasn’t an old gym bag. Satisfied, he began packing it with their prizes.
Robin had gone into the bathroom to gather all the necessities for Steve to shower at Eddie’s. She had to make two trips there was so much of it. On her second trip she asked, “Why are you doing this?”
Eddie looked up at her from his perch on the bed. “Because I’m madly in love him and it pisses me off that he’s never been pampered or even treated with the bare minimum of care in his entire fucking life. And that ends today. And if I play my cards right, I will get those boyfriend privileges.”
She blinked at him. “Okay.”
Eddie sighed. “That was a lot. Sorry.”
“Hey you don’t need to apologize to me, man. I get it. Just listening to him this week has been an eye-opener, let me tell you. It just makes me so upset that every girl he’s been with with the exception of Nancy has wanted to date ‘King Steve’ and not our cute little dorky guy who just wants to be loved. So you take care of him, you hear?”
Eddie grinned. “Because you know where Nancy keeps her guns?”
Robin grinned back. “And the best place to hide a body.”
Eddie laughed.
Part 3
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Headache
Sicktember alt prompt 3 pounding headache
Multiple concussions in a short space of time had not left Steve Harrington wholly unscathed.
His memory wasn't the greatest, and he needed to wear gIasses to drive at right now. The biggest issue though, was the migraines.
They ranged from horribly painful to downright debilitating.
It was Sunday, Steve had the day off and he had plans for a lunch date with Eddie. So of course he woke up with a headache.
The morning sun shining through the crack in the curtains made him wince and close his eyes, throwing an arm over his face to try and block any trace of light from his face.
It took a good ten minutes before he was able to force himself up and out of bed. He headed straight to the bathroom, downing some pain killers before brushing his teeth.
If he was lucky the drugs would be enough to prevent the headache from getting worse and he'd still be good for lunch.
Steve took his time in the shower, letting the warm water run over his aching head and neck. Eventually he had to get out and at least try to get ready. The meds weren't having as much of an effect as he'd hoped but he hadn't seen Eddie in days and he didn't want to miss their date.
Hoping that rest would do the trick he went downstairs and lay down on the couch.
Steve woke up tho the sound of knocking.
His headache had not improved, in fact it was turning into one of the worst ones where he was hardly able to get out of bed.
The knocking came again, though this time it was followed by Eddie's voice.
"Hey Stevie, you there?" Eddie called, concern evident in his voice.
Steve wanted to answer but the only sound that came out when he tried was a pained whimper.
"Sweetheart? You alright in there?" Eddie called again. Moments later Steve heard the front door open, apparently his boyfriend had given up waiting and used his key. "Stevie, honey you there?"
Eddie finally appeared in Steve's line of sight and the older man hurried to Steve's side, dropping to his knees beside the couch.
"Migraine?" Eddie asked, voice low.
Steve managed a hint of a nod and whined when he tried to reply.
"Ok shh baby. Close your eyes, I'll be right back."
Eddie left Steve's line of sight only to return a few minutes later, glass of water, ice pack and migraine meds in tow. He helped Steve up, taking most of his weight and letting Steve lean heavily into his side. The meds and water came first, then Eddie pressed the ice pack to the back of Steve's neck.
"Want me to stay?" Eddie asked, once Steve was laying back on the lounge, head in Eddie's lap.
"Please," Steve managed to say quietly.
"Alright baby, just close your eyes and try to relax," Eddie ran his fingers through Steve's hair, the combination of the ice pack cand the soothing motion of Eddie's hand enough to help him begin to relax.
It wasn't the date he'd planned but at least he still had Eddie here. Maybe in a few hours he'd feel well enough for dinner. For the moment, Steve just let himself drift and enjoy the care that Eddie was showing him.
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look, hear me out: mr & mrs smith/john wick au
the harringtons have been managers of the continental since its establishment in the 1800s. they've kept their status thanks to strategicly placed alliances and a certain level of ruthlessness. evey heir to the dynasty works in the business to hone their craft and to get contacts.
as the current heir, steve has been working as a contract killer for years already. he is good at it, has a knack for infiltration, knows how to manipulate, and give people a false sense of security. but he also hates the job, is too kind, too soft-hearted. when a job with shitty intel gives him the chance to go out in a blaze of glory, he takes it and fakes his death. still, the job leaves him with near complete hearing loss in one ear and migraines.
he has used the last years to stash away money and equipment, so he spends the first months of his newfound freedom to track down stashes, establish a new identity, and just...be. on his travels, he stumbles across an old box club that's falling apart and thinks "yes, this."
steve tracks down the owner, agrees to a considerable payment, and gets to work. he focuses on building community, gives teenagers a healthy outlet, and teaches self-defense classes. that's how he meets robin, who got thrown out by her parents when she was outed. he gives her a room in the apartment above the club and lets her man the front desk. and that's also how he meets the party because lucas takes an interest in boxing and can not be separated from his friends. so while steve teaches lucas how to fight, the other kids hang around, doing homework and shittalking.
one day, steve agrees to take the kids to a book signing for the newest instalment in a fantasy book series they obsess over. there, he meets eccentric author eddie munson, and it's lust on first sight for both of them. lust becomes infatuation, becomes love. they move in together, get engaged.
eddie travels a lot for work: book signings, research, etc... and steve is fine with that, appreciates the time he gets to spend on his club and the little family he has built.
but then, one day, he comes home, and their place is trashed. furniture is overturned and broken, there is blood everywhere, in the kitchen he finds two dead operatives. operatives in uniforms he knows like the back of his hand: his parents have found him, have found eddie, and taken him.
in the bedroom is a third operative, alive enough for some little mild torture to find out where they took his boy.
when the kids started hanging around, he got rid of most of his gear. so he calls up two old contacts/friends: jonathan and argyle, who live on a massive range and keep his biggest stash in one of their barns. (unbeknownst to all of them, steve has been spending quite a few hours every week with jonathan's little brother will.) they both worked as killers for years until they decided to retire. now they mostly deal in information and ressources.
he gears up and goes on the hunt.
what he doesn't know: eddie is not, in fact, a writer or, at least, not entirely. he's a thief, one of the best in the business. eddie has been doing this kind of work long enough to know about the assassin guild, to know the major players, but he never met the harrington's and has no idea that his sweet fiance is in fact heir to one of the most influential families. eddie's so-called research trips were for jobs, not for research. but unfortunately for eddie, one of his jobs took him too close to the harrington's, and they took out a contract on him. they tracked him down and took him back to new york to get him to cough up the location of the stolen goods. unfortunately, eddie already unloaded the goods to the buyers, a powerful chrime syndicate. and he knows: the moment the harringtons find out, he is dead.
eddie doesn't make it easy for them, talks circles around them for days, until harrington sr looses his patience and is about to cut his losses, when the lights go out and half the place goes up in flames. for the first time in years, harrington sr comes face to face with his son. the son that supposedly died.
steve makes a deal with the devil: the stolen goods for eddies live. he will get disowned but he will get to keep the life he built for himself.
it's a suicide mission, but steve is motivated. he succeeds, with help from jonathan and argyle who come in guns ablazing at the end and get him out.
after, they go back to their place. they clean up. rebuilt. and they relearn each other, this time with no secrets between them. and they are happy.
#i confess this is very loosely inspired by both movies#stranger things#stranger things hc#stranger things headcanons#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#steve harrington x eddie munson#steve x eddie
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Operation Demogorgon 2.0
Eddie Munson x fem!oc
Summary; with Will's new vision, the party becomes panicked with the possibility of Vecna returning. Previously unbelieving, you begin experiencing the exact symptoms as someone about to fall under Vecna's curse.
Warnings; blood, nosebleeds, obsessive behavior, mentions of obsessive!eddie, mentions of pervert!eddie, mentions of stalking, reader gets Vecna'd, Neil is out of the picture/Billy's been taken in by Hopper, dead bodies, death, traumatic memories, PTSD, angst
Author's Note; this got way longer than I planned. Apologies in advance for angst, but your welcome in advance for Eddie and Billy being soft with dogs :)
PART ONE | PART TWO
"Okay, Will, start it again, from the top. You lost me at migraines. " Said Steve, holding his hands out to stop Will.
After Will's episode at the Arcade, Eddie and Dustin wasted no time in rushing him to the Hopper-Byer's household. It was a decently sized house - about as big as the Byers' old one in Lenora - that was secluded off into the woods as before. In a lot of aspects, it was just a larger version of Hopper's cabin.
Upon ushering a still shaken Will through the door, they were met with a very concerned Eleven Hopper and a semi-confused Billy Hargrove.
"What's going on?" Eleven asked, seeing Will's state.
"El, get the phone, call the others." Dustin said hurriedly.
"Dustin-"
"EL! We need everyone here, now!"
They all went silent and stared at each other with wide eyes for a moment before Billy came up behind Eleven.
"Go get the phone, El." Billy said. Reluctantly, Eleven ran into the kitchen.
Twenty minutes later, their livingroom was filled with an uneasy atmosphere as Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler and her brother Mike, Will's brother Jonathan, Max Maxfield, and Lucas Sinclair and his sister Erika arrived and crowded together.
Will had done his best to explain what had happened in his episode, but apparently a majority of them were completely lost. They all nodded their heads in agreement when Steve told Will to slow down and explain his episode in more simpler terms.
The younger boy sighed and crossed his arms, slightly frustrated. "Vecna is planning something." Will said. "When I had my vision, he wasn't actually in it - I never saw him. But I could feel him. It was like he was there, hiding somewhere."
"Like he was waiting for someone?" Suggested Robin.
Will glanced over at her. "More like...something." He said. "But the whole time, I wasn't really there either. I mean, I was, but I was...invisible, i guess."
"Will-" Said Nancy, sounding impatient. Will snapped his eyes toward her. "What happened. Did Vecna tell you anything?"
Will stared at her for a moment. "Not verbally. He showed me things. "
"What did he show you?"
"He showed me Y/n." Will quickly glanced at Eddie. "She was in her house, alone. She was looking through her cabinets and she pulled out a bottle of pills; pain killers. Tylenol."
Max's eyes widened. "She's having migraines."
Will nodded. "I watched her take them and she braced herself against her counter. She had this look on her face...she looked like she was going to pass out. She seemed so exhausted."
"If she's been having headaches non stop, then of course she's exhausted." Steve said matter-of-factly. Both Max and Nancy shot him a look.
"There was more though." Will said. "There was a noise from somewhere in her house. Y/n heard it too, because she looked up. At first I thought it was the doorbell, but then I heard it again, and I realized it was a chime. Y/n started following it. She was walking so slowly, though. Like she was moving through honey. Or maybe she was scared. But she followed it to the basement, and the third chime went off as she was going down the steps. It was completely dark until she turned the lights on, but then that's when she saw the clock from Henry's house. It was in the floor - like inside the floor. The concrete was cracked around it, almost like the clock had been forcing it's way out of the ground. Y/n walked to it, and she stood over it - I could see her reflection in the glass staring back. Then a drop of something red suddenly fell onto it ,and then another, and another. I couldn't tell what it was at first, but then Y/n brought her hand up and touched her nose, and her fingers were covered in blood.
"She's been having nosebleeds too." Max whispered.
"That's when the fourth chime went off. I could hear Y/n breathing really heavily - she was scared. I could tell. She sort of stumbled away from the clock after that, and she ran back up the stairs to leave the basement. When she slammed the door, I was back in the arcade."
Everyone was silent for a moment once Will finished. They were all trying to process what he'd told them, and what it all meant.
"Max was right." Eleven finally said. Eveeyone turned their heads to her as she looked up. "One is after Y/n."
She was the only one brave enough to admit out loud.
"We've got to do something." Lucas said.
Steve turned to him. "Like what? We don't know how long she's been under the curse, we don't know when he's going to strike!"
"We need to tell her about it! The Upsidedown, what happened to Will - everything."
Suddenly, Dustin cleared his throat. "She already knows." Everyone that wasn't Eddie, Will, Steve and Nancy stopped their arguing to turn to Dustin with aghast expressions. "We kinda told her...today..." Mike was perhaps the most furious of them all.
"You what?!" Mike gasped.
"We had too!" Dustin exclaimed in defense. "If we didn't, Y/n would've gone her whole life thinking Eddie was a pervert!"
"She believed you?!"
"I mean, no, but-"
"JESUS CHRIST-" Eddie suddenly shouted, causing Dustin and Mike to go silent. "Can the two of you please stop your petty, childish arguing? It doesn't matter, not important. What does matter is finding a way to stop Vecna. Alright?" Dustin and Mike both mumbled quiet agreements. Eddie now turned to Will. "Byers, was there anything else you saw? Any hints or something that would tell you when Vecna's going to make his move?"
Will was silent while he thought. There wasn't anything, really. He thought back to what you been wearing; the brown corduroy sweater you had over your blue arcade shirt that day. But you wore that all the time. But if Will really thought, he could remember the glimpse of the calendar he was able to catch as you left the kitchen. The last day that had been marked off with a red X was June 5th. The current date was June 6th.
"I don't think that my vision has happened yet." Will finally said after a few moments. Everyone gave him questioning looks. "She had a calendar in her kitchen. All the days were marked off up until today." Will paused. "I think I saw the future, and I think that future was later today."
Everyone exchanged looks."Wait, are you sure?" Eddie asked. "On Saturday's her shift doesn't end 'til 9."
"If she's been having constant migraines, Keith might've let her leave early." Robin said quickly.
"Yeah." Steve nodded in agreement.
"Okay, we have to assume Vecna is making his move today, and that he's making it soon." Nancy stated.
"Will, do you know what time this is supposed to happen?" Jonathan asked his brother.
Will furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to remember any sign he'd noticed in his vision that would give him his answer. Then it came to him; the light flooding in from your kitchen windows had been a golden orange - the color of the sunset.
"The sun was setting." Will said quickly.
"Its completely dark in an hour and a half." Billy said. The other's all turned to where he was standing up against the wall behind them all, previously having been completely silent. "Her house is almost forty minutes away. If we're gonna do something, we need to leave now."
"Billy's right." Steve said, surprising everyone with that fact that he'd just agreed with Billy Hargrove. The other boy raised his eyebrows, seeming surprised as well.
"El," said Jonathan. The girl turned to her brother. "Go get your Walkman. Just in case." As the teenager quickly ran to her room, Jonathan turned to Eddie. "Do you know Y/n's favorite song?"
Eddie nodded. "Yeah. 'Mr. Sandman'."
Billy scoffed. "Basic."
"Right? She's obsessed with the Chordettes."
Eleven came running back to the room with her Walkman in hand, and handed it to Jonathan, who stood up from where he was sitting on the sofa with Nancy.
"Someone's gotta stay here with the kids." Said Steve. "And it's not gonna be me this time."
Before the teenagers could attempt to cause an arguement about being left behind, Robin raised a hand. "I'll stay. I don't wanna chance getting possessed as well."
Nancy glanced over at her. "I'll stay with Robin. You boys can go."
"Hey!" Said Dustin, standing up. "Why can't we come with you guys?"
"Because we don't need twenty people to go." Steve said simply. "Besides, this isn't a 'party' thing. Four people is enough."
"But why do we need babysitters-"
"DUSTIN! We don't have time for this! Stop!" Steve interrupted, impatiently. Dustin quickly closed his mouth. Steve sighed and looked up at Billy. "Your car?" He asked.
"Yeah." The blonde pulled his keys out of his pocket. "C'mon."
Eddie exhaled as he stood up to follow Billy, Steve and Jonathan. "Well, looks like it's time for Operation Demogorgon 2.0"
The four men filed out the front door, and Will watched solemnly out the window as they climbed into Billy's Camaro and started pulling out of the long driveway. Will glanced at the sun. The sky was turning yellow.
They didn't have much time.
It was easy to say you hadn't had the best day.
For starters, you gotten locked in a room with your stalker, who proceeded to try and convince you that there was an alternate dimension full of monsters that wanted you dead. Then, your headaches - which you thought had finally gone away - had come back, and you didn't have any pain killers with you. You'd tried your best to ignore the pounding in your head for the rest of your shift, but eventually it got to the point where it felt like you had a horrible hangover. Thankfully, Keith had let you go home a few hours early, so when you got home as the sun was just beginning to set, the first thing you did was change out of your ugly shirt and stumble into the kitchen to find the Tylenol.
Your golden retriever - Louis - sat a little ways away, watching as you shuffled through the dozens of bottles of pills in the cabinets above your sink, before pulling out the bottle of Tylenol. You popped two of the pills onto your mouth before swallowing them try. You sighed heavily after that, and leaned against your counter, closing your eyes.
You were so tired - you had been for a week. And you didn't have a single clue why. Yeah, you were stressed out, but it wasn't anything you weren't used to. Something had been really off the past week, though. You spaced out more often, and these headaches seemed to be making everything much worse.
As you stood there, braced under your arms, you heard something loud and echoing come up through your house. You raised your head, and looked around. Had it been your doorbell? You looked out the window, not seeing a silhouette behind the blinds. You furrowed your eyebrows and stood up straight.
Slowly, you moved into the hallway, and looked down it, your eyes set on the basement door at the very end. The chime sounded again, almost louder than before, as if you were getting closer to it's source. In the kitchen, Louis whined quietly and cowered under the table.
You began walking down the hallway towards the door. It was as if there was some force drawing you to it - like an imaginary string tied to your waist, slowly pulling you along. You didn't blink once as you advanced on the door, too focused on reaching whatever this was.
The doorknob was cold as you set your hand upon it, which was unusual, considering was the middle of summer. You slowly opened the door to your basement, and began moving down the steps, almost robotically. It didn't feel like you were the one walking. It was incredibly chilly in the basement, but you didn't shiver. You couldn't. You were far too lost in this mysterious trance.
As you reached the bottom of the stairs, you heard the third chime. Then you saw the exact source of the noise.
There was a large grandfather clock in your basement. It was brown and expensive looking - probably made of dark oak or mahogany. But this clock definitely wasn't a normal clock. The give away was how it was embedded into the concrete floor of the basement. Around its shape, the floor was cracked outward, like the clock had forced it's way up from under the cement.
You felt fear now as you continued to walk towards it. You walked to turn around and flee, but something wouldn't let you. You were physically drawn towards the timepiece.
Standing beside it, you slowly moved to lean over it and stare. You could see your reflection in the glass - you could see the fear in your eyes.
Then suddenly, something dark red and watery fell from above and landed on the glass. This was followed by another drop, and another, until there was a collection of red droplets on the glass, almost like an evil mosaic. You could feel something hot and sticky dripping down your nose and lip. Shakily, you lifted a hand and felt something wet when you touched your nose. When you brought your hand down, you widened your eyes to see blood.
You almost jumped in your skin when the clock chimed for a fourth time beneath you.
Along with fear, panic quickly found a way into your chest. Breathing heavily, you stumbled away from the clock and ran up the stairs faster than you ever remembered doing. When you reached the door, you fumbled with the doorknob before swinging it open and turning around to slam it closed.
You were left the sound of your beating heart and heavy breathing after that. You stared at the basement door with wide eyes before taking your hand away and turning around.
You expected to be standing in your hallway, but you were instead met with the sight of a grimy white hallway and dim, blown out lights above you.
You looked around frantically, and you realized if you loked past the way it was degraded, you recognized this place.
At the sound of a loud knock on the door behind you, you gasped and jumped in shock you spun around, and found that this was no longer your basement door, and was white and scratched with weather and age.
"Ms. L/n?" Said a strange voice from behind the door. "I have unfortunate news, I'm afraid. It's your parents...they aren't expected to make it through the night." Your breath caught in your throat. You'd heard those words before. "Will you open the door, Ms. L/n?" Asked the voice, only this time, in sounded different, it sounded warped, and deep, and evil. "Hey! Open the door! OPEN THE DOOR!"
You gave a dry sob as you listened to the horrible screaming. Then you were startled as something start pounding on the door. You backed away, and watched as the door started to shake and come free of its hinges.
This time, you were able to run. And you ran.
As you fled down the hallway, the lights that did work started to flicker. Many times you almost tripped over discarded wheelchairs and broken, toppled over stretchers in the way.
"OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOOOR!"
The demotic screaming and banging only continued to get louder as you ran away. Tears had started streaming down your face.
"OPEN THE DOOOOR!"
Gasping, you flung open a door to a room on the left side of the hallway, and rushed inside, locking yourself inside it.
As soon as the door was close, the banging and the screaming ceased. Once again, you were left with nothing but your breathing and quiet sobbing.
Almost relieved, you slid down the wall next to the door, and covered your mouth to stifle your cries. You closed your eyes and you'd attempted to control your breathing and clam your heartrate.
But at the eerie screeching sound of something in the room, your eyes shot open.
On the wall to the left, there was a row of ominous black freezers. But theses freezers didn't hold food, they held dead bodies - you had stumbled into a morgue.
You watched with wide eyes and a heavily heaving chest as one of the freezers slowly slid open on its rusty hinges, revealing that the body inside was a woman's - one side of her face was heavily charred from a fire and her eyes were open and empty and stared at the ceiling above her. Silent tears streamed down your face and you pressed yourself further against the wall as if to stay away from the freezer.
Then with a gasp from you, the woman's head turned. Her dead eyes landed on yours, and her charred lips moved as she spoke in a warped, evil voice.
"Y/n..."
By the time Billy's Camaro pulled into the driveway of your house, the sun was almost set, leaving only a small strip of red able to be seen through the trees.
As soon as the car was off, the four boys jumped out and walked to the front door of the small house - Jonathan with Eleven's Walkman in hand. Anxiety practically filled the air surrounding them.
Eddie was the one to reach the door first. He rang the bell, and waited anxiously for you to answer. But he was waiting for nothing. You never answered. So he rang the doorbell again, and again, hoping you had just fallen alseep.
"Shit." Eddie muttered to himself. He started banging his fist on the door. "Y/n! Are you there?!"
Jonathan put a hand on his arm. "Hey, stop. We didn't make it here in time. See if the doors unlocked."
Eddie glanced at him before reaching for the doorknob. Sure enough, it was unlocked. He pushed the door open and stepped inside.
They were met with darkness. The lights in the living room were off, but there was a yellow glow coming from the kitchen and hallway.
Being the last to enter, Steve closed the door behind them, and found the switch to a lamp, turning it on so they could see their way around.
"Y/n?" Eddie called into the house. "Where you?! Y/n?"
He didn't get a response, and he wasn't expecting one of course, but he did hear a quiet canine whine. He looked around, and saw a fluffy looking golden retriever poking his snout out of the kitchen door way.
Eddie smiled just slightly. "Hey, buddy." He took a step forward, but the dog, whined and shrank back. "Hey, hey, it's alright. I'm not gonna hurtcha." He crouched down to be level with the dog, and held out his hand. Hesitantly, the golden retriever padded towards him, and cautiously sniffed the boy's hand. "Hi, its Louis, right?" The dog looked up at his face, as if responding to the name. Eddie's smile grew slightly and he started rubbing the soft fur on the dog's head. "I'm Eddie."
"Munson, what are you doing?" Billy asked as he stared at Eddie and the dog with a deadpan look.
Eddie glanced back at him. "Shut up." He turned back to Louis the dog and continued petting. "Hey, Louis, I need you to help me out, buddy. Can you do that?" Louis just stared up at him with dilated pupils. "Where's Y/n? Do you know where she is, boy? Huh?"
The dog turned his head towards the hallway entrance, and a low growl built up in his throat, his lips raising in a snarl. Eddie turned his head that was as well.
"She in there?" He asked.Louis just growled louder, but it ended in a whine when Eddie gave his head another soothing pet.
Eddie stood up and turned to the other three, who had been watching him silently. "She's in the hallway." He said. Jonathan held out the Walkman to Eddie as the four of them crept towards the hallway, and he took it and held onto it tightly.
The boys stopped in their tracks almost immediately when they were met with the sight of Y/n L/n standing at the end of the hallway with your head staring straight at them, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head, white and glazed over as if you were blind. A thick stream of blood flowed from your nose and down your lips.
Billy's mouth curved in a repulsed way. "Well that's unsettling."
"Shit." Eddie muttered, and quickly rushed down the hallway, stopping in front of your tranced form. He waved an hand in front of your face - you were unresponsive. "Shit!" He turned around and shoved the Walkman into Steve's chest. "Get these on her, I've gotta find Mr. Sandman."
Steve nodded. "Hurry."
"Y/n..."
You sobbed loudly behind your mouth as the charred corpse of your mother spewed your name in a voice that wasn't hers.
Then you jumped as a new bodies sat up from where it had been laying out on one of the metal tables in the center of the room. This was the body of a man with a burnt face and bleeding eyes. His broken arm shot toward you.
"Y/n..."
You let out a muffled scream into your hand. Shaking, you clawed at the wall as your scrambled to your feet. You jerked the door handle and flung it open, fleeing from the room with frantic sobs.
Once again you were running down the disarrayed hallways, only now you were running the calling of your dead parents.
"Y/n...Y/n...Y/n..."
As you ran, you glanced back, expecting to see the burnt, black bodies for you parents standing behind you, but there was nothing. Before you could turn around, you let out a scream as the floor beneath you snapped like wood and you fell through flames and smoke.
You landed hard on your back and found the wind knocked out of you. As you coughed and gasped for air, you felt your lungs burn as they filled with smoke instead of oxygen. Sitting up, you coughed more. You covered your mouth with your hand to prevent the inhale of ash again, and your eyes widened as you took in your surroundings.
It was your old house, the one that had caught fire and burnt your parents alive.
As the flames flickered and cackled around you, you could hear a new sound rise up over it all. It was the scream of a woman - the scream of a woman being consumed by flames.
Tears streaming from your eyes, you clamped your hands over you ears and closed your eyes. You didn't want to relive this.
"Y/n..."
Your eyes shot open. Something called your name, and you heard it despite your hands covering your ears. This wasn't the warped voice of the doctor and your parents, but this was still voice of something evil.
Taking you hands down, you looked up, and saw that in the fire-illuminated darkness, something was emerging.
It wasn't exactly human, but you didn't know what else it could be considered. It had horribly slimey and mutated looking skin - vines almost seemed to make it up. It had a hole of cartilage where its nose should have been, and its eyes were big and threatening. One of its hands had long, claw like fingers that looked as though they could tear so easily through skin.
Somehow - you didn't know why - you knew this creature was what had been causing your migraines and nosebleeds and your horrible nightmares. You knew it was the one causing this nightmare.
Shaking, you called out to it in an unsettlingly meager voice. "What do you want?!"
The creature emerged from the flames fully, revealing it's hideousness to you. "I want you...to join me."
"EDDIE!"
Eddie ignored Steve shouting his name from the hallway as he stood in your room, frantically going through your drawers in search of Mr. Sandman by The Chordettes.
He cursed to himself as each drawer he pulled open contained nothing but clothes.
"EDDIE! What are you doing?!"
"I'M LOOKING!" Eddie finally shouted back. Closing the drawer that contained pajamas, he moved to the one above it and pulled it open, only for his face to pale when he saw it was full of your underwear.
"LOOK FASTER!"
Eddie cursed and quickly closed that drawer, moving to the next one. He nearly screamed in happiness when he saw the cassettes it was filled with. He frantically shifted through them until he found the one with "Mr. Sandman - The Chordettes" written on the label in curly handwriting.
"I've got it!" Eddie said, out of breath from his panic as he came running back into the hallway.
Steve, Jonathan and Billy turned to him from where they surrounded you. Steve had gotten the headphones of Eleven's Walkman on your hand and over your ears, and held the cassette reader in his hand.
Eddie handed Mr. Sandman to Steve, who slipped it into the case and immediately hit play.
Everyone stood around you, waiting anxiously for something to happen, for you to open your eyes and gasp and show them you were alive and alright.
But they didn't get that. When they got was pure panic when your feet started to leave the ground and your body slowly rose toward the ceiling.
"What the fuck..." Billy whispered as they all stared up at your levitating body. He glanced at Eddie and Steve, whose eyes were wide with fear. "Harrington, what's happening?"
"Its Vecna." Steve said thickly. "We were too late."
"I want you...to join me."
You pushed your back against the charred wall behind you, silently crying as what you began to realize was the other-dimensional creature crowned Vecna advanced toward you through the flames.
You wanted to run, but there was no where to go. Everything around you was on fire.
Vecna stopped walking when he stood in front of you. Even as you weakly got to your feet, he was still a good three feet taller than you. As you stared up at him, he stared down at you, almost like he was studying your tear-stained face.
You grit you teeth as you spat up at him. "Leave me alone."
Vecna smirked, if that was possible. "I'm afraid that's not an option, Y/n. I cannot leave you alone, not until you've joined me. Not until my plan is complete."
Then you took a shakey inhale as the creature raised his clawed hand and held it above you. Some invisible force caused your bead to crane upward at look at the claws. New tears ran hot down your face.
Just as Vecna's hand started to lower itself towards your skin, he was interrupted by a echoing, strangely cheerful - and very familiar to you - noise.
"Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum
Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum"
Vecna's hand moved away just slightly as he looked around, trying to find the source of the noise. You'd already found it though.
"Mr. Sandman,
Bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen"
Behind Vecna, in the dark void he'd walked out of, you could see a spot the dream that had faded away, showing you a view of four familiar boys; Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, and Billy Hargrove. All four of them were shouting your name as they stared up at your body, which was seven feet up in the air, unmoving.
"Give him two lips like roses and clover
And tell him that his lonesome nights are over"
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a spike of wood that was miraculously not yet touched by the fire. With as much speed as you could muster, you snatched the spike and let out a cry as you drove it through the slimey abdomen of the demon in front of you.
Vecna grunted it pain and jerked away from you, releasing you from whatever powerly hold his claws had on you. You fell against the wall, gasping for breath.
You didn't waste a second before you were running towards the tear of reality in front of you.
"Sandman, I'm so alone
Don't have nobody to call my own"
Through the smoke and the flames you ran through, you could hear Vecna's cries of anger. Above you, burning ceiling beams fell and attempted to stop you. But you kept running. You didn't stop until you were upon the panicking boys in your hallway, crying their names as they were yours.
"Please turn on your magic beam
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream"
The first thing you heard wasn't even the next lyrics of the song. It was Jonathan Byers screaming "Oh, shit!"
You let out your own scream once you realized you were falling. Thankfully, you were caught by someone before you hit the floor.
Disoriented, you couldn't tell you was holding you until they pulled the headphones of a Walkman off your head and started calling your name.
"Y/n? Hey, Y/n? Can you hear me?"
Rapidly blinking away tears whatever after affect was left of your trance, you slowly came to realize you were on the floor with a familiar long haired brunette.
You sniffed, almost choking on the taste of copper it brought go your mouth due to your heavy nosebleed. You looked up at the face of the boy holding you above his lap.
"Ed-Eddie?" You said, your voice cracking.
He stared down at you, concern coating his features. "Yeah, its me." He said, careful not to be loud.
You let out a choppy exhale. "You goon-fuck," your voice was thick as it cracked. "I believe your story. I believe you now." You started crying for what felt like the hundredth time that day, and buried your face into Eddie's chest, your fists balling around his shirt.
Eddie held you a little closer, letting you stain his clothes with blood and tears. "You're okay now, Y/n. It's okay." He told you. He glanced up at the other three boys before speaking again. "Hey, I'm gonna pick you up now, alright? We're gonna get you out of here."
You didn't respond, but that was okay. You didn't need to.
Taking a deep breath, Eddie slipped his right arm under your knees and carefully got to his feet with Steve's help. He let you cling to his shoulder as they walked out of the hallway, towards the front door. Steve and Jonathan made sure to turn the hallway and kitchen lights off before they held the door open for Eddie.
As he was about to walk out with you, he turned back when he heard a quiet yelp behind him he turned around, seeing that Louis the golden retriever was standing in the kitchen doorway again, watching them almost sadly.
Eddie turned to Billy. "Hey, bring the dog."
Billy glanced at Louis skeptically. "What? Jim's got a pet fur allergy-"
"Just do it." Eddie said before walking out the doorway with you half-asleep in his arms.
Billy sighed to himself and looked down at Louis, who had taken a few pads toward the boy, and was looking up at him curiously.
Billy stared down at him. "You're lucky you're cute." He mumbled, before kneeling down and picking the golden retriever up in his arms, clicking the livingroom lamp off, and closing the front door as he walked out.
Eddie had carefully set you down inside the Camaro in the seat directly behind the driver's. After making sure you were alright, he closed the door softly and walked around to the passenger's seat. Steve and Jonathan were the ones who joined you in the backseat, and Billy set Louis back there with you, where your dog sensed your emotions and curled up in your lap.
As Billy pulled out of your driveway, Eddie looked up in the mirror to see you in the back, hand idly resting on Louis's fur, and head leaning against the headrest with your eyes staring straight forward with a ghosted, far off expression. Dried blood still covered your nose and lips.
Eddie sighed to himself, and looked down at the cassette in his hand. He slipped it inside the Camaro's stereo, glanced at you once more, and then hit play.
"Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum
Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum"
As you all left your house, you found yourself slipping out of consciousness and into sleep, no longer worrying that you would wake up screaming of your Vecna induced nightmares.
"Mr. Sandman,
Bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him two lips like roses and clover
And tell him that his lonesome nights are over
Sandman, I'm so alone
Don't have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream"
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Headaches caused by weather Part 3
Warning: Description of headaches, fluff, swearing, description of pain, description of dizziness and nausea, mention of vomiting, mention of pregnancy
Reader is gender neutral, one use of Y/N
Characters: Prince Kit, Robb Stark, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove, Matt Murdock, Anthony Bridgerton
Prince Kit: The first time he saw you having an episode of your migraine, was the day you two met. It was at a ball you had to attend or else your mother would have married you off to the old Barone living next door. You didn’t want to go but you knew what to expect if you didn’t. So, you sat in the carriage to the castle, drabs drawn closed and your black fan over your face for extra darkness. The mint oil in your reticule bag nearly empty. As you entered the ball room you had to squint. Your ears were ringing and the hammering at your forehead and temples became more intense. As if your luck ran out the prince saw you, or more like your mother all but pushed you into Prince Kit’s arms. The music changed to a waltz. Your dizziness increased till you nearly fainted. Always the gentlemen, Prince Kit brought you out to the terrace to a stone bench. He put a glass of ice cold water into your hands and asked you every few minutes how you are faring. You smiled and told him to get better, you should get out of the corset and into a dark room with a soft bed and sleep. Kit nodded before picking you up bridal style and getting you to a room.
Now as his wife you have all the freedom to lay your duties to the side and lay in your bed in complete darkness. Kit will check on you every free minute if he can spare it. If not he will position the captain to keep you company and keep him posted on your wellbeing.
Robb Stark: Poor man never knew why you would not be walking around the halls humming old lullabies to yourself a few days or once a week in a month. He found out one day when he annoyed his mother where you might be. She sighted and walked him to your chambers. She softly knocked onto your door. There was a groan coming from inside. Caitlyn laid a finger on her lips and glared at her oldest. He nodded and waited till his mother was inside. You were laying in your bed in complete darkness. Blankets were hung in front of your window. A wet cloth lay on your forehead. You looked pale. The young wolf feared for your life. His mother laid a hand softly onto his shoulder and whispered into his ear, “The weather change is causing a great deal of pain to some people. One of them is our dear Y/N.” Robb nodded. He sat beside you on the bed and held your hand. “You can leave mother. I will stay.” And he did, even if he was needed in meetings.
Steve Harrington: Steve ever the mother hen nearly ran all the way from school to your house. He knocked on the door and your father opened. “Again?” He would ask. You father nodded and let him in. Steve thanked him and made a beeline for your room Your father smiled as he saw all the things you needed for your migraine episodes. You entered your room and made his way to your bed. “Hey, baby. I got you your favorite ice cream and your painkillers.” You groaned before attempting to sit up. Steve stopped you, grabbed the extra pillow on the foot of your bed, sat you up and put the pillow behind you. You smiled tiredly at him before swallowing the pain killers and the ice cream.
Eddie Munson: Eddie had a journal extra for you. He was the definition of unorganized, but this journal dated back to the first time you met. You told him after you missed one of his concerts you had a migraine episode, and you were sorry. Eddie held up his finger to your lips and shook his head. “No, it’s not your fault, sweetheart. It’s Dave’s.” You wrinkled your eyebrows in confusion. “Your migraine. I call him Dave. Dave’s annoy me.” You snorted and hid your face in Eddie’s shoulder. “Tell me anything. When does he visit. Is he as annoying as your aunt Flo? Are they married?” You giggled the whole time but answered all his questions. Now after two years of dating he would call you in advance or tell you when your period is coming or when the next weather change will happen. A short time after the call there will be a knock on your window and your boyfriend grinning from ear to ear with a bag of supplies. “Your painkillers are running low.”
Billy Hargrove: First he thought you were just ditching classes. But when your mother picked up the phone and told him to stop calling for the next week, he became pissed. So, he did the rational thing and drive up to your house, climb up to your window and all but hammer onto it. After 15 minutes you opened it with sunglasses shielding your eyes. “What is it, asshole.” Billy was taken back by your name calling. He mumbled a sorry before climbing into your room. “Close the blinds. Don’t let any light come into the room.” Billy nodded before doing as you asked and turning back. You chucked a whole glass of carbonated water before laying back in bed with your sleeping mask on. “Everything okay?” You shook your head. “Fucking migraines.” Billy nodded. He walked over to your bed before sitting down. You growled and turned away, “Billy take a shower. Your cologne makes my nausea worse.” The boy only nodded before sprinting out of your room and to your mom. She smiled as he saw the distraught teenager stumble down the stairs. After a quick shower and new clothes your mother sat Billy down and told him everything. From then on he was cautious about the weather and witch cologne he would wear.
Matt Murdock: Matt heard your groan from blocks away. He sprinted over and nearly crashed into the window. He stumbled through his apartment till he found you hunched over the toilet. “Everything okay, honey?” You groaned in reply. “Another one? Or are you-“ “Nope. Took one after not keeping in the plain toast. It’s negative. Dug up the weather news turns out there is gonna be a major wind coming up.” Matt kneeled down and rubbed your back soothingly. “I’m gonna get the pain killers and mint tea. Anything else?” You shook your head before stopping him as he stood up. You pouted up at him, “Cuddle?” He chuckled and nodded. “I will get ya when I finished the first tasks. Then I will get you and we will cuddle.” You smiled softly at him, “Thank you, Matty.”
Anthony Bridgerton: This man was worried beyond measures. You rubbed your temples the whole day. Squinted every time the sun hit your face. And the grip on his arm was tighter than normal. Till you fainted. He walked around the house before coming to a halt. He ran up the stairs and into the room where the doctor examined your unconscious body. He stopped as Anthony entered your shared bedroom. “Describe my wife something against nausea, dizziness and migraines, please. She has one of her episodes again.” The doctor stumbled upon his words making the Viscount more irritated. “Do it! Now!” Anthony knew if he raised his voice your health would decline and the pain increase. The doctor’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. He stammered something about a possible pregnancy but Anthony held up his hand. “I know my wife’s head pains and this isn’t one caused by pregnancy. Describe her something against the things I told you or I will throw you out!” The doctor only nodded before scribbling down herbs and concoctions for you to take. Anthony led him out of the house and thank him before closing the door in the doctors face.
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dustin and erica make it back to the surface and they find the group after their own battle. they ask what they were doing alone and they mention steve and robin down in the russian base. they need help.
cut to later on with the mindflayer battle and hopper, joyce and murray make it into the base. they're rushing around looking for the main room and run into the two teens tied to their chairs, doped out of their minds.
hopper unties steve and hauls him into his arms, joyce with robin. they just sit them down in the control room while dealing with the whole gate opening. and then grigori turns up. hopper's first instinct is the kids up in the control room, but when he gets there steve and robin are just giggling on the floor as grigori charges at hopper.
they have their fight but instead of hopper not making it, steve still doped off his head helps him shove grigori over the edge and they get back inside to finish the laser off for good.
once they rendevouz with murray he just stares at hopper giving steve a piggy back, and joyce holding robin over her shoulder like :| as they radio the kids saying they got the two, and are on their way out.
they get up and see the mindflayer is crumpled, billy is dead. everything is burning and they just all meet in the car park, hopper sits steve on the bonnett of his car and holds his head up to look him in the eyes. he snaps his fingers a few times and steve just swats his hand away because he's got a killer migraine.
"harrington. kid, i'm gonna take you back to your house after this alright?"
but steve just refuses, saying he'll be fine, he doesn't want to go home and his head isn't hurting too bad. he lets steve sit on the floor beside robin as they chat together, giggling still and hopper is just riddled with concern over why steve is covered in bruises and dried blood and both of them are higher than the state.
he stands beside joyce as they watch the two, singing in a kermit voice as they giggle together, before doubling over and throwing up. they both help the two, holding their hair back and try to keep the other kids away but they end up having dustin at steve's side patting his back, and nancy holding robin upright.
once they finally settle, he sits them in the back of his patroller with blankets and starts asking questions.
"what were you doing down there?"
"what happened?"
"what did they do?"
and it definitely isn't his first time in the back of hopper's car but it was a first for being asked questions about himself and not being disciplined for partying.
they tell him roughly what happened, the first interrogation he went through, the threat of nearly losing a nail or two, his time alone with the general and the guards questioning him. and despite his lack of worry or need for help, hopper just pulls him out the car and gives him a hug, along with joyce hugging robin.
steve starts going on a tangent about the whole billy situation, the whole situation with barb, everything that's happened in the span of a few years and he just breaks down in hoppers arms because he's tired. he's so sick and tired. he's just been half beaten to death by people eho think he's a spy, he's never had parental love because his parents are never there to console him.
so when hopper hugs him and calms him down, and steve just absent mindedly says "thanks dad" he just goes
"no problem kiddo, we'll have a nice dinner when this is all done, all of us."
needless to say all the kids were listening so they all end up coming to the cabin later that week and have dinner together as the big found family they are
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Ice Pack - Steve Harrington
Request: Heyo can you write a Steve Harrington x female reader. So y/n has a headache and she can barely take her head of the pillow because it hurts so much. (I have a massive headache and I can barely move, also sorry for spelling mistakes). Thank you 💜💙
A/N: Coincidentally, I have a headache while I’m writing this.
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The bedroom was so dark that you couldn’t have seen your hand in front of your face. Added to that, you were currently burrowed under a thick comforter, two fans and the AC going, you had effectively plunged your room into a cave like atmosphere...as if you’d brought the upside down into your little suburban bedroom.
It wasn’t the typical look for your bedroom but you couldn’t fathom doing more than adjusting the pillow under your head, the dull ache that you’d gone to sleep with had somehow morphed itself into something worse, a thudding in the front of your brain, right behind your eyes, that was destroying your ability to be a normal functioning human. You weren’t even sure what time it was anymore; you been laying in the dark for what felt like hours but could’ve honestly been minutes. The only time you’d been disturbed was when your mom came in to wake you up for school before realizing that the possibility of you going to school was slim to none.
You would’ve kept sleeping, or trying to, if it wasn’t for someone (Steve Harrington, curse his perfect hair and pretty face) barging into your room. The door clanged against the wall, echoing in your head and you groaned, rolling away from the door. “Steve...what the hell!”
“What, did somebody die...what’s with the set up in here Beetlejuice.” He grimaced, flicking on the bedroom lights and illuminating the space.
“For the love of God, turn the light off.” You moaned, “please.”
“It’s practically dinner time!” Steve’s voice felt louder than usual though you were sure he was only talking at a normal volume. The lights were burning behind your eyes and you imagined your brain on fire in that moment. You just wanted to turn everything back off again.
“Steve,” you braved rolling over, tucking the blanket down beneath your chin in hopes that Steve might notice the bags under your eyes and your hair all messed up on the pillow, “please, turn the lights off...I don’t feel good.”
He had stopped talking, stopped moving, taking in your state of being before he backed himself up to the door and closed it. He flicked the light off again, sending the room plummeting back into darkness, “Are you okay?” He asked, only once he’d fixed the problem.
“Obviously not.” You managed to sass, pulling the covers back over your head as your room was returned to it’s darken state.
“Is there anything I can do?” Steve’s ability to go from annoying to sweet in under a minute was always a little too quick for your liking. How were you supposed to stay mad at that?
You mulled the thought over in your mind, trying to decide what might possibly bring some relief to your pounding head. Finally you nodded, “will you get me a popsicle, an ice-pack, and more water?” Your arm flailed off the bed for a moment before you found the handle of your water bottle on the floor, lifting it out to Steve.
“Ice-pop, ice-pack, water,” he repeated, grabbing the bottle from you, “that all?”
You hummed, “it’s too early for me to take more ibuprofen.”
“Back in a flash.” Steve left the room and you cursed under your breath as you lifted the blanket back over your head to block out the blinding light from the hallway. He had left the bedroom door wide open, letting the lights and noise from the other parts of the small house pour into your space, invading the cave that you’d built to contain your headache.
It was only when the dull hum of the TV from the living room died down suddenly that you chanced opening your eyes and moving the blanket once more. In the dark you could make out the silhouette of Steve, returned like he said he would, with all three items in hand. He placed the water bottle on the floor before covering your forehead and your eyes with the icepack, something he’d watched you do countless times when you had a migraine.
“What flavor did you get?” You asked as you heard the rustling of plastic being pulled off the popsicle.
“Lime,” he pressed the end of the bar to your mouth and you opened, gripping the ice-y snack in your teeth so that he could let go of it. Once he had you found the wooden stick, pulling it back out of your mouth.
“My mom bought a whole arsenal of them this morning when I told her I didn’t feel good. She bought ginger-ale and saltines too, just to be safe.”
“The medicine’s not working?” Steve asked, taking a seat on your bed. He was unfazed by the ridiculous look you knew you were sporting right then, if he could even see it clearly.
“Hopefully the second dose will do the trick.” You replied, the cold from the ice-pack already starting to numb the feeling behind your eyes. “I’ll be pretty comatose for a while though...not exactly the most exciting company.”
“Oh that’s fine, I promised your mom I’d be right back out...she’s watching General Hospital and I think it’s supposed to be the conclusion of the shooting arch...I wanna see who the killer is.” He replied, leaning over to kiss the part of your nose that wasn’t covered by the ice-pack.
“I can’t believe you guys are gonna watch that without me!” You moaned.
We’ll record it, promise.” Just as he said it your mom called from the other room that the commercial break was over and the episode was starting, “Coming!” He called back, kissing you quickly before standing up, “I’ll check on you at the commerical.”
“Unbelievable!” You shouted after him.
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your harringrove fics give me life. i love them. can you write with 56 for harringrove from the prompt list?
56. “If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were trying to flirt by giving me books.”
billy really, really, really hates the way hospitals smell. with a burning passion.
it’s a hearty blend of antiseptic, stale air, and burnt coffee. he’d thought that he’d be used to it by now, but. no such luck. the stench still makes his nose wrinkle every day upon waking up.
he’s been confined to this room for nearly two months. it’s not always bad, billy supposes. primarily due to the utter defeat that has settled itself in his bones.
people actually come and visit him. people like max, or joyce byers, or el, the quiet, perceptive girl who saved his life, or. or.
steve harrington.
that’s the one that surprised billy the most, in the beginning. hawkins high school’s former king came by the first time with max. he was quiet, subdued. his face holding more scars than billy remembered him having.
in the beginning, steve stayed quiet. then, he progressed to asking soft, careful questions, like how are you doing and are they treating you well here and do you need me to bring you anything? it made absolutely no sense to billy. still doesn’t.
he’s not exactly deserving of kindness from anyone, especially not the guy he beat the shit out of in a blind rage.
but billy is tired. he’s fucking tired and that thing snuffed out any fire he had left. any fire he could’ve used to snap at steve that he’s not an invalid and can take care of himself, or yell at max that he doesn’t need her pity, or blow up at el and finally tell her that he didn’t deserve saving.
so. billy sits in this bed. he lets joyce bring him all kinds of surprises, from candy, to car magazines, to even a pack of cigarettes that he’d begged for only a little. he lets max and el braid his hair and trim up the beard he hasn’t been able to shave. he even lets them give him manicures sometimes.
he lets steve bring him the comfort of his presence. and the books.
for some reason, steve began bringing him books midway through his hospital stay. at first, billy just tossed them onto the chair next to his bed without a word. steve never mentioned it, even after the pile grew into a miniature mountain.
billy refused them at first just to be mean. the only act of rebellion he could feasibly manage. but once he grew bored enough to crack one open, he found that reading had somehow become very difficult.
he just. struggled. the words ran together, too small and sentences too complex to dissect and he kept forgetting what so many words meant. his attempt resulted in a pretty killer migraine.
the doctors say it’ll get easier with time, but. he’d suffered from lack of oxygen to the brain. only for a short time, a matter of seconds at best, but it happened. they said it’d make things hard for a while. and they were right.
reading is now an arduous process. billy also finds that more often than not he struggles to find his words. and sometimes, when he’s speaking, he’ll stumble over a word, then immediately forget it after, effectively cutting himself off in the middle of his sentence.
it’s frustrating. but again, billy is tired. it’s just another thing to add to the shit pile that is his life.
max, or el, or joyce, or the doctors, or someone informed steve that billy can’t read anymore. they must have, because steve had walked in one day, sat down and picked up a book, and just started reading to him.
billy wanted to protest. but he finds steve’s voice oddly soothing. and he’s tired. so. he let it happen. he let it happen every visit after that, too.
it’s been a strange and exhausting few weeks.
“the doctors say you can start physical therapy soon.”
max is currently trimming up his beard again, her blue eyes focused in on her work with a burning intensity.
“they told me this...this...m-m...” billy trips over the word, sighing heavily.
“this morning? good,” max finishes for him without missing a beat. “you should be excited. you can finally start moving around again without the chair.”
“do me a favor and burn it,” billy tells her. max gives him a small smile.
the wheelchair has been the bane of his existence. he’d never considered how hard it’d be to not have the ability to move around on his own. another tally in his mistake column. he’s found that he has a rather long list of them.
“i think the hospital might frown upon that.”
billy glances over at the door. steve is lingering in the doorway, watching max work with a soft smile on his face. it makes billy’s heart kick, just a little.
another mistake to add to the list. falling for steve harrington and his fluffy hair and big brown doe-eyes has to be just about the dumbest thing billy has ever done in his entire life.
“fuck ‘em,” billy says, flipping off the ceiling with both hands. “‘s my chair now. i do what i w...want.”
max finishes her final touch-ups to his beard, then stands. “i’m gonna go get some lunch. i’ll come back later. if you want me to.”
billy just nods. max squeezes his hand, the way she always does before she leaves, and hikes her bag over her shoulder. she disappears out the door a moment later, and steve takes her place in the chair by the bed.
“how’re you feeling?” steve asks, same way he always does.
“like a million bucks.” billy gives him a smile that’s all teeth. some things never change.
steve just gives him a soft smile back. “i brought some new books. i wasn’t sure if you were into, um. romance novels? so i brought a mix.”
his face is bright red, and billy is pretty sure it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. there are very few things billy finds cute, mind you. steve harrington just happens to be one of the few.
“if i didn’t know you better, i’d say you’re trying to f...f...fuck,” billy groans, and steve raises his brows.
“that i’m trying to what?”
“that’s not - i didn’t mean that. let me...start over,” billy grouches, frustrated and tomato-red in the face. again. “if i didn’t know you better, i’d say you’re trying to f...flirt by bringing me books.”
“hm, nah. you were right the first time. i’m just trying to fuck.” steve practically shakes with the force of his laughter. he sobers when he sees billy’s expression. “shit, i’m sorry. it was - that was just a joke. i wasn’t trying to -”
“so you wouldn’t fuck a guy in a wh...wheel...wheelchair? that’s low, harrington. tsk, tsk,” billy tells him, keeping his face perfectly neutral.
the only thing he loves more than seeing steve smile is watching him squirm.
“no! of course not - i mean, i would. of course i would. there’s nothing wrong with the wheelchair, don’t ever think that, i just meant, like. that’s not what i’d want to do first, i’d want to take you out to...” steve trails off, his brows furrowing at the sight of billy’s barely contained laughter. “oh. you’re kidding.”
“i’m kidding,” billy says through a snort. he sobers after a moment, considering steve’s words. “but are you?”
steve is quiet for a moment. he’s looking at his hands and billy is pretty sure he has his answer and god, this sucks, and then, “no. i’m not.”
billy’s whole world tilts. steve harrington wants to fuck him. steve harrington wants him. steve harrington brings billy books every day and reads to him and makes him laugh and takes him on trips in the chair around the parking lot because he likes him.
he realizes, very quickly, that he has no fucking idea what to do with that.
his feelings for men have been something billy has bottled up and stuffed way deep down inside. because i’m not a faggot is what his mind is telling him. it sounds a lot like neil.
but he almost died. he did die, for a few brief seconds. his heart stopped. his brain stopped getting oxygen. and neil, upon hearing about billy’s heroic involvement in taking down a secret base of russian spies, hasn’t stepped foot in this hospital since.
billy is eighteen. he can leave hawkins, can leave neil behind. he can hold steve’s hand if he wants to. he almost died and he’s tired and he can’t find that anger that fueled the way he’d lived his life in the past. things are different now.
he’s different now.
so. he chews on his lip for a moment, debating. then reaches out a hand to steve, still looking down at his blankets.
a moment later, steve’s hand finds his. billy doesn’t say anything for a long moment - just smiles.
and then, “knew you couldn’t...you couldn’t...r-resist this charm, pretty boy.”
steve snorts, and billy looks up to see him rolling his eyes, a little more than endearingly. he meets billy’s a moment later. inches forward just a little. just a little more, more, more, until he’s close enough to brush his lips across billy’s.
it’s just a gentle press of lips, lingering for just a moment before pulling back. but it’s enough to have billy’s heart singing in his chest. steve’s lips are soft, and warm, and they fit with billy’s just right.
steve smiles, soft as hell, and tucks some of billy’s curls behind his ear. “do you want me to come to your first session? the physical therapy, i mean?”
billy considers this for a moment. he’d been dead-set on doing this alone. steve must know this instinctively, given that he’s bothering to ask. but it’d be nice to have him there, with words of encouragement when billy needs them and supportive silence when he doesn’t.
“yeah. yeah, i do,” billy tells him, voice quiet. steve nods, still smiling. “can you, um. can you just...just...read? yeah, can you read me one of your shitty books? for right now?”
“hey, my taste in books is impeccable,” steve says, turning up his nose with a sniff. then he cracks a grin, squeezing billy’s hand. “yeah, i can. action first, or romance?”
“romance me, princess.”
steve kisses his palm, leaning down to grab a book from the stack on the floor.
“you got it, billy.”
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Masterlist Part 2
A/N:Tumblr said the first masterlist was too long, but a majority of my work can be found was listed there and it can be found here :)
* = Smut or NSFW
It 2017:
Henry Bowers:
Being Henry’s Little Sister In The Losers Club
Henry Trying To Pick A Fight With His Girlfriend After Butch
Henry With A Domestic Girlfriend
Caught
Henry Teasing His Girlfriend For Being Soft
Henry Finding Out His Girlfriend Is A Mermaid
Trance
Safe Haven
Reunited
Henry Falling For A Juniper Hills Nurse
White Picket Fence Life
I Love You
Henry’s Thoughts When Seeing His Girlfriend Again After 27 Years
Welcome Back
Domestic!Henry When The Twins Are Born
Christmas With Henry
A Father’s Worst Nightmare
*Henry Relieving His Girlfriend In Public
O’Brother
Henry Falls For A Stoic Native American Girl
Road Trip Part 2 Part 3
Being Henry’s Daughter
Henry When His Girlfriend Defends Him From Butch
Unprofessional
Wanted
Henry Dates A Soft Girl
I’m Not Crazy
Patrick Hockstetter:
Patrick Dates A Curious Girl
Patrick Finds Out His Girlfriend Has Tourette’s
Patrick Falls For An Obsessive Girl
Patrick Dating Belch’s Older Brother
*Patrick Finding His Girlfriend’s Diary
Patrick Dating A Girl Afraid Of Fire And Knives
Getting Handcuffed To Patrick For The Day
Patrick Dates A Smart Girl
*Patrick Finding His Boyfriend’s Vibrator
Patrick And Vic Date A Punk Girl
How Patrick Met His Girlfriend
Missing
Christmas With Patrick
House Party Blues
*Yes Daddy
*Patrick When His Curvy Girlfriend Wears Form Fitting Clothes
*His Plan
Patrick Dates A Girl Who Doesn’t Think She’s Real
What Patrick Looks For In A Goddess
Journal
Being Patrick’s Daughter
Victor Criss:
It’s Okay
Patrick And Vic Date A Punk Girl
Snowball Fight
Vic Getting A New Years Gift For His Girlfriend
*Vic Having A Mommy Kink
Being Vic’s Daughter
Belch Huggins:
Belch Dates A Cheerleader
*Belch When His Girlfriend Rides His Thigh
Drunk Belch
*Belch Having A Mommy Kink
Hey Good Lookin’
Funsize
Thick Skinned
See You Around
Belch’s Girlfriend Putting Makeup On Him While He’s Asleep
Boy Next Door
Being Belch’s Daughter
All the boys:
*Lazy Early Morning Sex With The Bowers Gang
The Bowers Gang When Their S/O Slaps Them During A Fight
The Bowers Gang Having A Horror Movie Marathon With Their Best Friend
The Bowers Gang When Their Girlfriends Have A Panic Attack
The Bowers Gang Catch Their Girlfriends Asleep
The Bowers Gang With Boyfriends Who Like To Get In Fights
The Bowers Gang When Their Girlfriends Work Hard To Get Them A Birthday Present
The Bowers Gang With Girlfriends Who Have Big Families
The Bowers Gang When Someone Insults Their Chubby Girlfriends
The Bowers Gang’s Girlfriends Being Scared Of Another Member
The Bowers Gang Learning To Cook
The Bowers Gang Have A Sleepover With Their Best Friend
The Bowers Gang Dates Religious Girls
The Bowers Gang’s Quirks That Annoy Their S/Os
The Bowers Gang When Shy Girls Ask Them Out
The Bowers Gang Falling For Their Enemies
The Bowers Gang’s Girlfriends Getting Them To Wear Couple Costumes For Halloween
The Bowers Gang Teaching Their Little Sisters How To Fight
The Bowers Gang’s Little Sisters Having Crushes On Another Member
The Bowers Gang Find Out Their Little Sisters Have A Gang Of Their Own
Hello Again
The Bowers Gang Finding Out Their Girlfriends Are Witches
The Bowers Gang When Their Girlfriends Fall Hard On Ice
The Bowers Gang With A Trans S/O
The Bowers Gang When Their S/Os Get Braces
The Bowers Gang Trying To Save Their Girlfriends Lives
The Bowers Gang Getting Their Asses Kicked By A Girl They Cat Called
The Bowers Gang Finding Their Girlfriends Old Scars
The Bowers Gang Meeting Their Girlfriends’ Parents
The Bowers Gang Date Girls With ADHD
The Bowers Gang Watching Disney Movies With Their S/Os
The Bowers Gang Meeting Their Daughter’s Boyfriends
The Bowers Gang With A Bipolar S/O
Poly!Bowers Gang:
The Bowers Gang’s S/O Tells Them They Like Patrick’s Roughness
Belch’s Reaction to The Gang’s Girlfriend Fixing Up Amy
The Bowers Gang When Their Girlfriend Says Another One Member’s Name In Bed
The Bowers Gang With A Mob Tied Girlfriend
The Bowers Gang Helping Their Girlfriend Get Her Mind Off Loosing A Relative
The Bowers Gang Finds Out Their Girlfriend Lives In An Orphanage
The Bowers Gang With A Good Cook Girlfriend
The Bowers Gang When Their Girlfriend Is Nervous To Be Out With Them
Flirt
Popular
The Bowers Gang Falling For A Stripper
The Bowers Gang Dating Bev’s Older Sister
*Working A Summer Job With The Bowers Gang
The Bowers Gang Date A Girl From Another Gang
The Bowers Gang Help Their Girlfriend Through Her Parents’ Divorce
Present
The Bowers Gang Date A Teacher’s Pet
The Bowers Gang When Their Girlfriend Gets Valentine’s Gifts From Others
The Bowers Gang Date A Roller Derby Girl
The Bowers Gang When Their Girlfriend Fights Someone For Them
The Bowers Gang When Their Girlfriend Is On Her Period
The Bowers Gang When The Girl They Like Lays Out What She Wants In The Relationship
The Bowers Gang With A Girlfriend In A Band
The Bowers Gang With A Girlfriend Who Has Anemia
*Talking Body *Part 2
Dinner For Five
Deep Depths
Sketchbook
The Bowers Gang Date A Half Devil Girl
The Bowers Gang With An S/O Who Has An Eye For Lipsticks
The Bowers Gang With An S/O Who Knows Hair Care
Nicotine
The Bowers Gang Date A Girl Who Went To Juvy
The Bowers Gang Taking A Long Plane Trip With Their Girlfriend
The Bowers Gang Date A Mom Friend
PatHen:
Ransom
How Patrick Keeps Guys Away From Henry
It Chapter 2:
Ben Hanscom:
Ben When His Girlfriend Has A Migraine
Going To A Christmas Party With Ben
*Ben Getting Pegged
Richie Tozier:
Richie’s Best Friend Helping Him Come To Terms With His Sexuality
Human Diary
A Punch To The Face
Funny Guy
Baby Mama
Beverly Marsh:
Henry’s Brother Dates Bev
Bev With A Chubby Girlfriend
Eddie Kaspbrak:
Baby Mama
Stanley Uris:
Makeout Sessions With Stan
Mike Hanlon:
Mike Finding Out His Best Friend Avenged His Parents
Bill Denbrough:
Makeout Sessions With Bill
All The Losers:-
Poly Losers Club:-
Benverly:-
The 100:
Jasper Jordan:-
Bellamy Blake:-
John Murphy:-
Monty Green:-
Raven Reyes:-
Octavia Blake:-
Harper McIntyre:-
Emori:-
Bellarke:-
The Flash:
Barry Allen:-
Cisco Ramon:
Day In
Caitlin Snow:
Caitlin Dates Cisco’s Sister
Killer Frost:-
Ralph Dibny:
Snowbarry:
How Killer Frost Feels About Barry And Caitlin’s Relationship
Being In A Poly Relationship With Caitlin And Barry
Bloodline
Nolan Rayburn:
Nolan Dates A Paranoid Girl
How Nolan Acts When He’s Jealous
*Helping Out
*Nolan When His Girlfriend Rides His Thigh
Christmas With Nolan
Savior
I’m A Flirt
Nolan When His Girlfriend Falls Hard On Ice
Nolan’s Soulmate
Nolan Dates A Psychology Major
Nolan Dates A Girl With ADHD
Nolan Catching His Girlfriend Singing
Nolan Helping His S/O Take Care Of Their Sick Kid
Black Mirror:
Ryan “Trick” Trebecki:
Trick Dates A Paranoid Girl
You’re Home
*VIP
Trick When His Girlfriend Falls On Ice
Trick Helping His S/O Take Care Of Their Sick Kid
Mrs.Fletcher:
Julian Spitzer:
Right Here
Convenient Encounters
*NSFW ABC’S
Relationship ABC’S
13 Reasons Why:
Zach Dempsey:-
Supernatural:
Dean Winchester:
Age Gap
*Gorgeous
Sam Winchester:-
Castiel:
Baby Angel
Jack Kline:
Just Gone
Jack Comforting His S/O After A Rough Week
Jack And His Girlfriend Getting Caught By The Boys
*Restless
*Jack Getting Pegged
*Jack Getting Intimate With His FTM Boyfriend
Charlie Bradbury:
Charlie Going To Comic Con With Her Girlfriend And Nerding Out
Claire Novack:
Safe
Team Free Will:
Surprising Team Free Will With A Karaoke Machine
Team Free Will When Crowley Gets A Hell Hound In The Bunker
The Umbrella Academy:
Diego Hargreeves:
*Diego Getting Pegged
Allison Hargreeves:-
Klaus Hargreeves:
Klaus’ Best Friend Getting Stuck In The Future With Five
Ben Hargreeves:-
Vanya Hargreeves:-
Stranger Things:
Steve Harrington:
Being In A Poly Relationship With Robin And Steve
Jonathan Byers:-
Robin Buckley:
Bullseye
Having A Secret Crush On Robin In High School
Being In A Poly Relationship With Robin And Steve
Security
Robin Dating A Girl With Anxiety
Uncharted
Nathan Drake:-
Sam Drake (including 19 y/o Sam):-
Rafe Adler:-
Harry Flynn:-
Elena Fisher:-
Chloe Frazer:-
Nadine Ross:-
Misc:
Rodrick Heffley:
Rodrick Dates An E-Girl
Rodrick Dating A Rebellious Catholic Girl
Rodrick With An Insecure S/O
Rodrick Dates An Athlete
*Busted
Drummer Boy
Rodrick Dates A Popstar
Rodrick Dates Rowley’s Older Sister
*In Uniform
Game On
Rodrick Trying And Failing To Ask His Crush Out
Adam:-
Casper Galloway:-
Leo Strange:-
Dean Taylor:-
Freddy Klein:-
Alexander
*First Time
Alec:
Relationship ABC’S
Boots Conley:
Boots Dates A Soft Straight Edge Girl
* NSFW ABC’S
Relationship ABC’S
Snowbird:-
AU:
The 100 Arrowverse:-
Supernatural IT:-
#it 2017#the bowers gang#henry bowers#patrick hockstetter#victor criss#belch huggins#nicholas hamilton#owen teague#logan thompson#jake sim#the flash#barry allen#cisco ramon#caitlin snow#killer frost#ralph dibny#snowbarry#grant gustin#carlos valdes#danielle panabaker#hartley sawyer#bloodline#nolan rayburn#black mirror#ryan trick trebecki#13 reasons why#13rw#zach dempsey#ross butler#supernatural
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PART 3 OF S3 STEDDIE!!
(Hopefully the last part)
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Welcome to Part 3!!
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Eddie watched Steve talk to Jonathan through the window of his car, checking to make sure he would be ok with Billy coming by. Apparently, from what they told Eddie, last time Billy came to pick up Max from the Byers’, he threatened to kill Lucas and gave Steve one of his worst concussions.
So fun.
When they finally drove off, Eddie and Steve stood side by side for a good minute, neither moving or even looking at each other, just standing. Until Steve made the first move to the bikes and Eddie followed.
They stayed in silence while they loaded everything into the back of the van. Mike’s bike first, then Lucas’. Then when Eddie closed the door, Steve finally spoke.
“I really am sorry about them.”
Eddie hummed and looked at him, but Steve was looking down and was biting his nails. Eddie hoped he realized it really wasn’t that big of a deal.
“No it’s fine— really, man. They weren’t doin’ any harm.” Eddie tried to reassure. Steve looked up at him skeptically, still chewing at his nails. Eddie really wanted to stop him. To pull his hands away from his mouth and hold them in his own instead. He bets Steve has soft hands.
“They really didn’t bother you? Like actually? Because I know they can all seem really pushy— even Will, in his own way— but I promise they don’t mean any harm.”
Eddie sighed, watching Steve’s eyes flit back and forth between his own. “Steve. I promise, they weren’t pushy or overwhelming or anything that might be going through that pretty little head of yours.” Steve paused and Eddie reveled in the pink that rose to his face. He smirked lightly. “If anything, it was sweet. They care about you a lot.”
Steve scoffed and turned away, walking around the van to get in, but he could see the smile on his face. Eddie chuckled and followed him over to the passenger side. When Steve hopped up and got in Eddie held the door open and leaned closely.
“What? Don’t believe me?” he smirked. The pink on Steve’s face darkened and he desperately held back a smile. “They were all over me, sweetheart. Asking questions about why I wanted to help, how I knew you, how we went to school together.” Eddie listed.
Steve scoffed again and turned away. “Get in the van, Munson.”
“Oh so I’m Munson now?”
“I swear to god—“
Eddie cackled and ran over to his side. Steve closed the door while Eddie jumped in.
…
The ride was really fun. Eddie expected it to be somewhat awkward and quiet but Steve was quite the talker. Eddie was content to listen while Steve went on and on about the kids; one in particular named Dustin, who was apparently at a summer camp.
They dropped off Mike’s bike first, Steve stopping in to say hi to the Lady Wheelers before popping back out and into the van. This time with a sticker or two on his face.
“Holly,” he said, as if that explained it all.
“Ah,” he responded, and started driving.
Lucas’ was next, Steve being greeted outside by Mrs. Sinclair and apparently Lucas’ little sister Erica.
Mrs. Sinclair took the bike while Steve argued with Erica about something or other, Eddie wasn’t really paying attention to anything other than how hot Steve was when he had his hands on his hips. Those shorts did wonders for his ass, Eddie had to admit.
When Steve finally got back in the car after a hug goodbye from Mrs. Sinclair Eddie was smoking a cigarette out the window. Steve eyed his curiously. “You alright?”
Eddie finished his last drag and nodded, putting his cigarette out in the ashtray he had in his cup holder.
As Steve buckled up and Eddie pulled out he asked “Where to now, baby?”
When Steve didn’t answer for a good couple of seconds, Eddie looked over.
Steve was red in the face. Like— really red. His eyes were wide and Eddie could see a bit of green mixed with the hazel, exposed by the dying sunlight. “You alright?” he asked skeptically.
Steve nodded slowly and swallowed. He turned his head to look out the window and brought his feet up on the seat to fold against his chest. He mumbled “Your place for my car” before he folded one arm against his chest and the other against the window to pillow his head. Eddie smiled giddily and started to the trailer.
…
“Baby”. The only thing that was going through Steve’s head right now.
When was the last time he’d been called any sort of pet name? Let alone something so intimate? Short answer: never. Steve was always using the pet names in relationships— both platonic and romantic. So hearing Eddie Munson, in his western accent and deep, rumbly voice, call him “baby” had sent him spiraling off kilter.
Steve closed in on himself best he could while being confined to the van. He could suddenly feel everything on him; where his shorts slightly rode up, how his shirt brushed against his shoulders oddly, how the stickers on his face from Holly stabbed slightly at his skin, everything. It was a little overwhelming.
He didn’t even notice when they pulled onto the street of Eddie’s trailer, or when the van pulled into the driveway, or when the van stopped. He jumped and nearly hit himself in the face when a hand landed on his thigh.
“Sorry!” came the rushed apology from Eddie, who quickly retracted his touch. Steve mourned the loss the of the warmth. “We’re here. You were hella zoned out so I didn’t think you noticed,” Eddie hastily explained.
With a moments pause Steve studied Eddie carefully. He studied the rosy blush on his cheeks, his ruffled hair, his dark eyes, his pretty pink lips. Steve cleared his throat and thanked him before jumping out of the van.
“Hey, man,” Eddie called to him before Steve could reach his own car. “You wanna come in for a bit? It’s only 3 and you look like you could use a nice beer.”
“Oh— I don’t want to intrude—“
“The King? Scared of intruding on a simple peasants home? How the times have changed!” Eddie placed a hand over his heart dramatically while smirking at Steve.
Steve watched him for a moment, smiled so wide his face hurt, and finally accepted. “Fuck it. Sure, I could use a beer.”
And that’s where they were now, sitting in Eddie’s room, drinking their beers and sharing their silence. Steve didn’t think it was awkward, but the more beer he drank the more he felt the urge to fill the silence that settled comfortably between them. He always was a talkative drunk.
“Hey, Eddie.” Steve placed his beer on the crowded bedside table and rolled over on his stomach. “Thanks.”
Eddie eyed him oddly and took another swig of his own beer before reaching over Steve to place it down. Steve preened at the closeness of Eddie reaching over him and rolled back into his back. When Eddie sat back down he asked
“Thanks for what?”
Steve exhaled silently. “Thanks for helping me yesterday. Most people would’ve just left. Hey— I also need to thank your friends. Jeff and Gareth right?”
Eddie paused and looked at Steve. Steve swallowed and felt his breathing pick up slightly. Beer makes it hard for him to conceal emotions. Not that there was anything he was hiding.
Eddie smirked. “You can tell them yourselves tomorrow. I planned on stopping by the store for a bit to get the ice cream I never got yesterday.”
Steve scoffed and smacked Eddie’s leg. They’ve never really spoken to each other before this. Fleeting looks in the halls, catching each other’s eyes in the cafeteria, but never speaking. If they spoke during high school then they threatened to break whatever spell was over them.
But this; this is different. This isn’t them being scared to interact. This is them taking every risk, every threat, and hitting it head on. This was Steve leaving his comfort zone to find something better.
But there wasn’t anything else to it.
(Who is he lying to?)
A sudden thought hit Steve. “Hey, do you still have that club? That DND one?”
Eddie startled a little too hard and coughed. Steve panicked and sat up, patting him on the back and yelling to “fucking breathe”.
“Holy shit.” Eddie coughed/laughed out. “His highness is acquainted with the farmer boy’s game.” He smirked.
Steve huffed and folded his arms, leaning on the headboard. “I’ve never played it myself. But the kids are all really obsessed.”
“Even Max?”
“No, just the boys.”
“Ah. And you brought up Hellfire, why?”
“Because I was wondering if you could take them in next year. They’re starting their freshman year and I want them to be as comfortable as they can. Hellfire will do that for them.”
Eddie regarded him closely, and Steve felt himself go stiff under his gaze; his shoulders rose and his arms tightened against his chest.
“You really care about those kids, huh Harrington?”
Steve exhaled. “Yeah.” his response came out barely above a whisper.
It was near 4 now, according to the clock on Eddie’s dresser. Steve really should be going. The kids would blow up his walkie if he took any longer.
But he didn’t want to move. Steve was caught in Eddie’s gaze; wonderment, curiosity, hunger. It was endearing and Steve didn’t want it to end. When was the last time someone looked at him like that? He doesn’t think Nancy ever looked at him like— even before everything went to shit.
He took in a deep breath when Eddie’s eyes flickered to his eyes and then his lips. His eyes then his lips. His eyes then his lips.
Steve sat up slowly, not knowing what else to do.
“Um—“ his voice cracked and Eddie smirked. “I have to— I have to— um, uh—“
“You have to leave?” Eddie supplied, raising an eyebrow.
Steve nodded vigorously. Gods he could feel the heat in his face while Eddie continued to smirk.
He had a lot to think about as Eddie guided him to the front door, talking lowly as to not disturb the quietness they’ve contained for the past hour. Eddie also had a hand on the small of Steve’s back, guiding him down the hall and through the living room. Steve chose not to say anything; he liked the warmth of Eddie’s hand on his back.
Eddie sees him to his car and all the while he’s talking very quietly, the cadence of his voice soothing and calming. Steve loved the way it reverberated through his skull in a soft thrum.
Steve doesn’t remember much about driving to the Byers’, he remembers pulling out of the trailer and turning on the radio, Take On Me playing quietly in the background as if letting his thoughts take front stage. He didn’t know how to feel about anything. But he knew he needed to get to the Byers’ before Max left.
Only when he blinked into reality did he notice the blue eyes in the blue Camaro staring at him intensely. Steve gulped. He couldn’t deal with this, not after such a bad migraine. Not after what happened last year.
But to Steve’s confusion, when Billy got out of his car and Steve did the same, there were no words exchanged. No death threats. No “I’ll kick your ass”. Nothing. In fact— Billy seemed headstand around Steve. And with a fluttering sensation in his gut and a small pick-up in his heartbeat, Steve thought for a moment that maybe Eddie said something to Billy yesterday to make him back off.
He disregarded this thought almost immediately.
Now he and Billy stood side by side on the Byers’ porch. Steve stood idly by, not wanting to get too close to Billy and risk having bad attitude rubbed off on him.
“Well?” Billy snapped after a moment. Steve loathed the way he jumped in his skin. “I’m not fucking knocking.”
“I didn’t know you knew what the hell that was,” Steve uttered while giving four sharp knocks to the door. Billy growled. Call animal control, Steve thought silently to himself.
“Clam it, Harrington. Just cause you have Munson on your side doesn’t do shit to save you. I’ll have your ass down and folded in seconds if I really wanted to.”
On his side?
“Talk all you want Billy, you’re all bark no bite. You scream and you talk and you say shit and yet when was the last time you followed through with something, huh? Does the new King find himself in a pickle? Or did everyone finally leave the damn kingdom.”
Billy looked ready to murder and probably would have had Jonathan not opened the door right at that moment. Billy eyed him cautiously, less in fear and more in “you know things you shouldn’t”. You know, the way Jonathan’s typically eyed.
“Steve, hey. Hargrove.” Jonathan nodded to them.
“Hey, Jon.” Steve smiled. Billy tutted and huffed, his arms crossed.
“Just get the girl already. Neil’s gonna have my ass if she doesn’t he out here already.”
Jonathan eyed Billy silently. Everyone seemed to be eyeing each other today. He nodded and went back into the house. When Billy noticed that Steve had made no moves to go inside as well, he raised an eyebrow and seemed to close in on himself even more.
“The hell are you waiting for, Harrington? You going in or not?”
Steve shrugged. He really wasn’t going anywhere until he saw Max and Billy drive away. He knew Billy wouldn’t try anything if he knew Steve was watching, and Steve was determined to keep Max as safe as possible— even if for a few seconds.
“I’m waiting for the boys. I’m dropping them off.” Which wasn’t an entire lie, really.
“Whatever.”
Max emerged from the house at that moment, eyeing Billy warily, as if he might shatter in a moments notice. Steve huffed a barely audible laugh. Max’s hair was sticking up in every-which-way; she must’ve taken a nap.
Billy stalked off the porch without a word. Jonathan was in the doorway now as well, watching Max step up to Steve and hug him before running off to the car.
“Stay safe, Red!” Steve called after her.
Max waved and called back “I will!”
Steve waved to her the entire way down the street until she and the car were gone. When he turned back to Jonathan, the latter was smiling at him. Steve blushed to the tip of his ears.
“What?”
Jonathan snickered. “Nothin, man. Get the hell in here.”
…
Mike and Lucas were hounding him the moment he stepped into the living room. Will clearly had something to say as well but kept his distance. To Steve’s pleasant surprise, El and Hopper were there as well.
Steve told them how they dropped the bikes off and explained the star and smiley stickers on his face. But he kept everything else to himself.
Hopper huffed and put his cigarette out. “Watch yourself around him, kid. Munson’s trouble.”
Steve scoffed. “Eddie couldn’t hurt a fly. He’d run in the opposite direction. You’re just wary cause he’s Hawkins’ best dealer.”
Hopper huffed and rapped his knuckles on the coffee table. “That’s exactly it. I don’t none of you kids getting involved in that shit.”
“And we won’t, you old man,” exclaimed Mike from where he sat between Will and El. “No one here is interested in that shit and I doubt he’d sell to any of us.”
Lucas and Will nodded. El had no idea what they were talking about.
Steve snorted and shared a look with Jonathan and Joyce.
“Anyway,” Steve interrupted before Hopper and Mike could chew each other’s heads off. “I better get Mike and Lucas home soon.”
Everyone groaned, including El.
“Why not have a sleepover?” El asked slowly, piecing together the sentence.
Steve shrugged. “I have no objections. But you’d all be going home early cause I have work.”
“Why couldn’t we go to work with you?” asked Mike. Lucas and Will nodded while El looked at him and Hopper expectantly.
“Um—“ Steve looked at Hopper.
“Steve, El. Kitchen please.” Hopper stood up and walked off, expecting them to follow. Steve gulped and followed with El. Oh what the fuck?
…
Eddie was positively floating the next day. He was convinced he actually had a chance Steve Harrington of all people. And no one was telling him otherwise.
As promised to Steve the previous day, Eddie was back at Scoops Ahoy. He was tagged along with Jeff and Gareth just as yesterday— but with the new addition Brian finally joining them.
(Idk if I gave him a name in the other parts so he’s Brian now.)
Just as Eddie opened the door to walk in, it burst open and he was surrounded by four familiar kids. There was a new face who lingered towards the back and Eddie waved at her. She waved back, but didn’t smile. It kind of threw Eddie off.
But Steve was inside the shop with Robin, talking animatedly to Jonathan, and Eddie felt right at home.
Man, when did that happen?
…
OK OK IM SORRY ILL MAKE A PART 4 😭😭
#stranger things#steve harrington#dustin henderson#mike wheeler#eddie munson#robin buckley#will byers#max mayfield#lucas sinclair#el hopper#steddie thoughts#steddie hcs#steddie fics#steve harrington gets killer migraines#but he has his emotional support metalhead to help#this is part 3#i’m sorry#I’ll make a spare 4
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A Stranger Things Fanfic
Chapter Three: Holly, Jolly
Phina woke up the next morning, an awful ache piercing her skull. She hadn't drank enough last night to cause a hangover, no, she had only had one beer, and she was definitely not a lightweight. The stress of the past few days must be getting to her, in the form of a killer migraine.
She groaned and laid back down, knowing her mother would force her to school no matter what. Didn't stop her from trying though.
"Phina, sweety, are you awake," Karen said through her daughters door.
"Yes, doesn't mean I want to be," Phina groaned.
Her mother opened her door and walked into the room, "what's the matter?"
"Migraine," Phina answered, rolling over onto her side.
"I'll get you something to help, get up and get dressed," Karen said, patting Phina's shoulder.
As soon as Karen left the room, and closed the door, Phina stood up. As her feet planted on the ground the world began to spin, she almost falls backwards.
"Great," she groaned, holding her head between her hands, "fan fucking tastic."
Phina took the medicine that her mom brought her and went off to find her brother. He had some serious explaining as to why there was a girl in their house yesterday.
She opened the basement door, and quietly walked downstairs. The boys were at the table, with multiple items. Phina looked over and her eyes meet the girls who was sitting on the couch quietly.
The girls stared at each other for a minute, the boys not noticing them at all. Not until Phina shifted her weight and the step she was on creaked.
"Phina!" Mike shouted, his voice raising in pitch.
"Mike, who is she," Phina said calmly.
Phina's eyes didn't break away from the girls.
"Phina, this is Eleven, El for short," Mike introduced, "we found her the night we went looking for Will."
"Eleven?" Phina asked.
"Yeah, it's her name, she has it tattooed on the inside of her wrist," Mike said, he points to his own wrist, to show where the tattoo was
Phina's entire body tensed up at that, but no one choose to notice. The connection she felt with the girl grew stronger.
"Mike, why is she here? Where are her parents," Phina asked, worried for her.
"We don't know. All we know is that she's hiding for someone, the bad men," Mike said.
Phina stared deeply into El's eyes and saw the fear that spiked up when the bad men were mentioned. Her heart beat wildly at the mention too, and she didn't even know why.
"Why would she have to hide," Phina whispers.
This time Dustin answered, "because she has superpowers! She can move things with her mind!"
He grabbed a spaceship toy and held it in front of El, trying to get her to make it hover. El doesn't even look at him, only continues to stare at Phina.
"She's helping us find Will, she knows where he's at, we just need to get her a connection to him," Mike said.
Phina believed them, something telling her that this girl would be the key to find Will.
"Phina, you can't tell anyone about her, please, you can't," Mike pleaded.
"I won't, I promise," Phina told him, "I have to go, whatever it is that you're doing, be safe."
"We will," Dustin called out.
Phina finally broke eye contact with El, and walkes upstairs. She leaves the house, not even calling out to her mom like she usually does. Her headache got worse as she drove to school, her mind on complete over drive.
Will, the monster drawing, and now El? There was something strange going on, and Phina felt like it rested upon her shoulders to figure it out. How though? She had no idea where to even start, how she could help El, how she could find Will. Phina wanted to scream, to cry, to take her anger out on the nearest wall, but what would that do? Nothing, so she just wallowed in silent misery.
She parked in her normal spot, quickly walking into the school, avoiding Carol and Tommy's snide comments as she did. As Phina made her way to her locker, she passed Nancy and Steve, not even sparing a glance there direction.
Steve watched as she walked past, noticing the dark circles underneath her eyes. Her shoulders slumped, like she was carrying the entire world on them. It unnerved him to see her in such a state of, weakness? She usually walked around the school with her head held high, her eyes fiery, her smirk daring anyone to start something with her. Now, she kind of looked like a beaten puppy, hiding away from whatever was hurting her because she wasn't strong enough to fight back.
"Hey, is your sister ok," he askes Nancy, cutting off whatever she was saying.
Nancy followed his gaze towards her, "I'm not sure, we haven't talked since last night, before she left."
Phina openes her locker, the screeching metal making her flinch as her aching head increased in pain. She shoves some of her things in her locker, and grabbed a few things out. Her heavy books felt heavier today, almost like they would make her tip over.
"Steve, I gotta go," Nancy says, shutting her locker.
He finally takes his eyes off Phina and turns towards Nancy, smiling, "Ok," then he kissed her lightly.
She walked away and Steve turned back to Phina, who had her head resting against the cool metal of her locker. She looked like she was going to be sick. His worry for her spiked when she lost her balance and falls slightly, she catches herself, but with the state she was in, he wouldn't be surprised if she actually fell soon.
Steve walked over to her, "hey red, you all right?"
Phina jumps at his voice, placing a hand on the locker to steady herself as the world spun. Phina takes a moment to let the spinning world settle, then she turns her head to look him in the eyes. He expected her to glare at him, say something snarky like usual, but she didn't. Her eyes were not fiery, but weary, and she looked incredibly pale.
"I'm fine," she sighed, her voice quiet and cold.
She closed her locker and walked away from Steve, slowly but surely. She kept a hand on the lockers for as long as she could, to keep from stumbling. He stared at her as she left, worry shining in his eyes. It wasn't like her to be this, dull. He was so used to her fiery nature, to her sarcastic comments and mean attitude towards him, he felt wrong not to have her snapping at him.
"Steve! What are you staring at," Tommy yelled out, smacking Steve on the shoulder.
Phina had already turned down a hallway, and he was staring into the space she left behind.
Phina sat in her first class, staring down at the monster drawing in her sketchbook. The mystery of what it was, terrified her. Looking at the drawing certainly did not help her bad feelings, or her migraine, but she couldn't stop. It screamed at her, demanding her attention, almost as if saying, I'm important. She didn't know what to make of it.
All of a sudden, a hand reached over her shoulder and grabbed her book. She jumped and tried to grab it from them but they held it away from her.
Phina whirled around, using the table to keep her steady, finding the culprit. Steve Harrington of course it had to be him.
Steve stared down at the drawing on the page, although horrific, it was an amazing drawing. It was so realistic, almost so realistic that he wanted to ask if it was a real animal.
"This is really good," he complimented her.
"Thanks, now give it back," she snapped, her unnaturally pale face gaining a bit of color back.
"I didn't know you were an artist red," he said looking at her, seeing that emerald fire in her eyes.
Good, he thought, she's back.
What he didn't see, was the fear. If he were to just turn the page, he'd see a drawing of him. Phina didn't want him to label her as a stalker, a freak, that she was obsessed with him. She wasn't, no, she didn't have control of what she drew, she would've never drawn it if she had.
"Give it back Steve," she snapped, reaching out to grab it.
He pulled back, "calm down red, I'm just admiring you work."
She stumbles forward and he goes to grab her, but she smacks his hand away. Phina didn't need his help.
"I don't want you to, give it back," she growled.
He chuckled at her, grabbing the page, slowly turning it, almost tauntingly slow. She panicked, looking at the book like a scarred animal, and he hesitates. The look she was giving him didn't settle well with him.
Then, she was lunging at him, her hand grabbed the book, her body hitting his. She jerked the book away from him, and they fell. Steve wrapped his arms around her waist, putting himself below her to keep her from getting hurt, and they hit the ground.
"Shit red! Are you ok," he asked, groaning in pain.
She pushes herself off of him, rolling to her feet, the world spinning, "I'm fine."
The teacher finally came to inspect what was happening, "what's going on here?"
Phina glared harshly at Steve, who was still on the floor, "I tripped."
"Are you Ok Ms Wheeler?"
"I'm just peachy," she snapped, turning on her heel and leaving the class.
"Ms Wheeler!"
Steve, again, watched her as she left. Though this time, she was angry with him, and he didn't know why that felt bad.
During lunch that day, Phina was about to go outside to sit by herself, when Nancy stopped her.
"Hey, Phina, have you seen Barb at all today," Nancy asks.
"No, I haven't seen her since last night, why," Phina asks, her head pounding.
"She isn't here, and Barb never really misses school," Nancy shrugs, "I don't know, I'm just a little worried is all."
"Understandable, maybe she is just sick? Have you talked to her mom yet," Phina asks.
"No, I was just about to go ask Tommy and Carol if they saw her leave last night," Nancy told her.
"Ok, I'll check around the school to see if anyone knows where she could be," Phina says, smiling at her sister.
Nancy nods, a forced smile on her lips, and she turns into the cafeteria. Phina turns away and shakes her head. The weight of the all of this pressed down on her shoulders even harder. Now Barbra was added to the list of things she felt responsible for. Phina wondered how long that damned list would grow.
She groaned loudly, sick and tired of all the bullshit that was happening in this stupid town. Phina turned her glare on the lockers, they would be perfect for blowing off some steam. She clenched her fists, no, she breaths, she had suffered way to many bloody knuckles from these lockers, and they wouldn't help her anyway.
She turned around and noticed Jonathan, and he was staring into the cafeteria, she walked over and realized he was staring at Nancy, and she was staring back.
She grinned at Jonathan, behind his back, momentarily forgetting all the wrong that was happening at the moment. She was still grinning when he turned and walked away, not noticing her. She knew Jonathan was developing a small crush on her sister, no matter how much he tried to hide it.
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Art and Music - Part 3 ( Always ) - Steve Harrington
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This is the third and last installment of Art and Music, Thank you all so much if you've made it to this point. I'm sorry if it's Horrible. [ Warnings: Language, angst and Fluff ] Y/N = Your name, Y/L/N = Your last name. Enjoy <3
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It had been 2 weeks since the realization that Steve had moved on and now, I had to do the same. I didn't start pulling away from him right away, the first week I still saw him, was friendly towards him, supporting him at gigs. But, I was quieter, I didn't hang around as long as I did before. And in the second week, I was disappeared from Steve's life. Not returning messages at certain times, not being able to hangout. I avoided him in classes we had together and on campus. It may have been harsh, but I had to do it for me. I had to stop depending on Steve and start depending on myself. I needed to move on and in my mind, ignoring my feelings, ignoring Steve was what was right.
" I can't believe your just leaving... " Lily stated with a huff as I packed a duffel bag, I sighed " Lil, it's only for 2 weeks. I've been through a lot and need some time with my family ". " I understand that, but I'm selfish and don't want you to leave... I'm afraid you'll like is so much over there, you won't want to come back. I don't want to lose my best friend " she sighed sitting down on the bed, I chuckled " Well you don't have to worry about that, I love my family, but they drive me insane sometimes. I just need a breather ". She nodded while smiling, " And if you're that worried about it, come with me. See if your parents or someone can watch the pups... We can go to Disneyland while we're there " I stated with a smirk. " Really?... Don't tease me Y/N, you know how I feel about Disney " she stated with a serious look, I chuckled " I'm not kidding, my parents have enough room for the both of us. Let's make it a girls trip... But, with my family. So, Family Trip! ". She smiled widely while hopping off the bed, " I'm in! " she shouted running out of the room, shouting something about making plans for her animals. I sighed deeply while shaking my head, this trip just got a bit more exciting.
Hours later we were at the airport, waiting to board the plane. Steve suddenly started calling me, either because he knew I was leaving or was annoyed I wasn't at his gig last night. " Are you going to answer him? " Lily questioned, I shook my head no. " Really Y/N, first you left him because he wasn't supporting you and you were afraid he was going to break up with you when he got big. Then you were crazy enough to become friends with your ex, and now you realize that you have feelings for him still and want to be in a relationship again, even though he's ass... Now, you're back to ignoring him? " Lily stated out of breath, " I can't keep up with you sometimes, I feel like I'm living in a soap opera ". I sighed deeply " I want him in my life, but he's moved on... So, I'm ignoring him until we get to Florida. Then, I'll send him a message, I need a moment away to think about things... ", " I understand, you still confuse me, but I get it... And I support you " she stated with a smile. Not long after we headed onto the plane, for the flight from ( Your State ) to Florida [ Sorry, if you already live in Florida ]. Lily and I talked, slept and goofed around. Finally we reached Orlando Florida, the vibe was different, the air was lighter, the humid was a killer, but I felt better already. My parents were waiting for us at the pickup area, holding a giant neon sign. I rolled my eyes, but then saw my two younger brothers, Justin 10 and Axel 3. I jogged towards them hugging Justin tightly first, then took Axel from my mom. " I missed you boys so much! " I stated with a smile as Lily gave my parents Attention, " You just saw us last night on Skype " Justin chuckled which also made Axel laugh. I smiled at the two, before following my parents out to their car. As soon as we were all packed into the vehicle, I turned my phone back on. Nothing from Steve came, it was silent.
40 minutes and we finally pulled up to my parents house, it wasn't my childhood home, they moved into this luxurious home to raise Justin and Axel. " Wow... " Lily gasped, " I didn't know you were rich ". I rolled my eyes as we got out of the car " I'm not, my parents are ", Lily scoffed " You still have money... Do I get my own room? Is there a pool?... Oh my god, you have your own private beach! ", I chuckled while shaking my head. Both of my mom and dad helped us with our luggage, I pulled Axel out of his car seat, so my hands were full. " Can you guys adopt me? " I heard Lily ask my mom as she followed them into the house, " Your friend is a little crazy " Justin stated, all I could do was nod in return. We then walked into the house, my mom had told me to put Axel down for a nap. So, I took him up to his room. When I put him in his little bed, he looked at me worried " Y/N... ". " Don't worry bud, I'll be here when you wake up " I smiled pressing a kiss to his forehead and then exiting the room, walking down the hall to the guest bedroom. " Holy shit Y/N, look at this room! I feel like in a swanky hotel " Lily exclaimed as she sprawled out on the bed, I chuckled making my way towards the other bed. " I can't believe you've been keeping this from me, your best friend... Did Steve know about this? " she the asked, I nodded " He's been here a few times ". " Speaking of Steve, you need to tell him your not around right now. He's starting to bother me now and I don't want to get in between you too " she groaned looking at her phone, I nodded pulling my phone out and send Steve a text. - Sorry, I've been not been around recently. I traveled to Florida with Lily to me with Family. Talk to you soon - I hit send, letting out a deep sigh, but did not get a response from Steve.
The following day, Lily and I woke up at the crack of dawn, along with my parents and the boys. Today was going to be a Disney Day and we were all excited, especially Lily. We all rode together, but Because Lily and I were impatient, we separated and did our won thing, agreeing to meet up at the end of the day to watch the fireworks together. We ate, spent so much money... Screamed a lot on the rides and just had an amazing time together. Halfway through the day I noticed that Lily kept checking her phone, " Who are you texting? " I asked as we both sat on a bench, munching on a prezal. " No one, Nobody... Just my dog watcher, everyone's good " she stated nervously, pushing her phone into her purse. I raised my eyebrow at her, " What should we do next? It's only 4pm, we still have hours before we have to meet your parents " Lily then sighed. I shrugged still suspicious, " It's your Disney trip, you choose " I stated. She smiled widely before pulling me up and then dragging me towards Fantasyland, Oh boy here we go again.
The next day, I woke up roughly, forgetting where i was. Last night, once we got home and my family went to bed, Lily and I broke out a bottle of wine, i drank most of it. I had a migraine and felt horrible. I groaned deeply before throwing the covers off of my body and made my way into the bathroom, once I was finished, I walked back into the guest room. Lily was up and out of bed, probably trying to convince my parents to adopt her. I sighed deeply as I walked downstairs and into the kitchen, where breakfast was waiting. A few hours later, Lily and I were laying out by the pool. I still felt like my heart was in my head, so today was going to be a lazy day. A cab pulled up in front of the house and because the pool was more on the side, we were able to see it. I looked over at Lily's confused, she only shrugged, but I was shocked when I saw who stepped out of the car. I glared at Lily because I knew this was her doing, she got up quick and dashed into the house as Steve approached me. " Hey... " he stated with a small smile, " What are you doing here Steve? " I questioned with a sigh. He dropped his duffel bag and sighed deeply, " Lily asked me to come, apparently we need to talk things over " he stated. " There's not much to talk about, I came here to get away and relax, clearly I'm not getting that anymore " I groaned deeply, he sat down in the lawn chair next to mine " So, you came here to get away from me? ". " I came out here to get away from everything! School, You, the fact that I no longer can paint, Everything! " I stated loudly, " I thought we were okay though, we were getting along fine as friends " he sighed deeply while running his hand through his hair. " Well, you thought wrong... " I muttered quietly, but the look on his face told me he heard me too. He sighed deeply " Lily told me you still had feelings for me, that you wanted to try out a relationship again... Why didn't you tell me that, you just ran away ", I groaned deeply while standing up and grabbing my towel " I'm not talking about this ". I started walking away from him, but Steve grabbed my arm. " Don't walk away from me " he stated, " What do you want me to say?! That I still love you, How can I not? Do I want to try a relationship with you again, Yes! But, that's to bad. You moved on and I've accepted that, that's why I left, to move on from you! " I exclaimed as I started walking away from him again. " Would you stop walking away! " he shouted grabbing my arm again, " What do you mean I've moved on? ". " I saw you! That day you invited me to Jazz's place for Lunch, you told me that it was going to be just you and I, but you had another girl with you!... " I stated with a sigh, he looked at me confused " The day you cancelled? ". I nodded " I was on my way, I was in a cab. I saw you sitting on the bench in front of Jazz's place, with a red head. You looked happy and I am happy for you, but I had to separate myself from you, because the more I'm around you, the more my feelings grow. I just want you to be happy ", he sighed deeply before grabbing my face and planting a deep kiss on my lips. At first, I was shocked and let it happen. But then, reality hit and I pushed him away. " No! This... That can't happen! I'm not a homewrecker, you're seeing someone and I will not be a side chick " I shouted, Steve chuckled " You're an idiot ". I scoffed " Am not ", he then smirked " You are, because I'm not seeing anyone. I've been waiting for you, I only want to be with you ". " But... Who was that girl and Why were your hands all over her? " I questioned with an eyebrow raised, " She works at the recording studio we've been in, she's the secretary of the music producer we've been working with. I didn't invite her that day, she saw me waiting on the bench and had some good news for me, that's why I was so happy " he stated with a smile. I looked at him confused " Wait, I didn't know that... ", he chuckled again pulling me into a hug " Our communication has always been shit, I was going to tell you later that week, but you were distant and now I know why ". I sighed deeply " Well, now I feel like an idiot " , Steve chuckled hugging me tighter. " Y/N!! Dinners ready, let that boy put his stuff away and get comfortable " My mom shouted with a smile, " Did she know you were coming? " I asked him. " It's... Possible " Steve smirked causing me to roll my eyes, it seemed everyone knew about this encounter, but me.
Hours later, Steve and I were in the living room alone. Mom, Dad and Lily took the boys out for ice cream, leaving Steve and I alone. Of course my mom left muttering to me " Fix this between him and don't ruin it again ", she always did like Steve, sometimes even more than me, she already referred to him as her son in law. I made us two cups of coffee, then we sat on the couch and talk. " We really have a chat about our relationship, because Lily told me everything. I want to try again, I've always wanted to be with you.... Ever since you ran into me in the hallway, maybe even a little before then. Truth is I saw you coming that day, struggling to carry things and I ran into you on purpose. I wanted to talk to you because I had a thing for you. I still have that guitar because it's special to me, it was the start of us. I know I fucked up and didn't support you, I let my career get in the way of our relationship, but if you'll give me another chance, I'll make up everything eventually " he stated with a sigh, I thought about it for a few moments before answering. " Okay " I stated, he furrowed his brows " Okay...? I just poured my heart out to you and all you can come up with is an okay? ". I smirked " Uhh, Okay ", he glared at me playfully " You think you're cute don't you? ". I smiled while nodding, he chuckled pulling me closer to him. " So, are we going to try this again? " he then asked, I nodded " Yeah, why not... I miss it... Us ". He smiled widely before, pulling me into a kiss, sealing the deal.
That night, 4:30 am. I was sitting up in bed, sketchbook on my lap, side table lamp on. Steve was in the other quest bedroom, even though we decided to get back together, we thought since we were in my parents house, to sleep separately while we were here. I had a sudden spark of something, I needed to sketch it out... When I was finished with it, I realized I had just drawn Steve's portrait. And that's when I realized, whether I liked it our not, Steve made my artwork better. He was the source of my inspiration and he made me better. It may be tough, with Steve's rising fame and my struggling art career, but I knew we could make it though this hurdle in our lives and move on to bigger, better things. We would start to Love each other as we once did. So, what were the next steps in our relationship? Who knows, but as long as we had each other, Nothing else mattered. - End.
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Hey guys, Thank you so much for Reading! I'm sorry if this isn't the best, or you were expecting a different ending. I tend to think I write Part 1 the best and the next few parts are questionable. But, Thank you if you did enjoy. You're all amazing, If anyone has any requests, I do take them. Once more, Thank you so Much <3<3
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