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mrprettywhenhecries · 7 months ago

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worth the squeeze [s.h]

One. Worth Sticking Around For

↪︎ a Stranger Things/The Girl Next Door AU

Steve Harrington ✗ f!Reader

➺ w.c. 4.4k words ➺ tags/warning(s). no use of y/n, reader character uses she/her pronouns, sexual themes, nudity, skinny dipping, Steve's a lil bit of a perv ➺ a/n. I had this thought a couple weeks ago about writing a Girl Next Door AU with Steve and it was just too perfect to pass up despite my other ongoing wips. The plot isn't going to follow the movie exactly, but the main theme will be the same. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! 💚

When the most beautiful girl Steve's ever seen starts staying at his neighbor's house, he'd do anything to get to know her, even make a fool of himself for her.

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“I’m tellin’ you, Robin, I’m getting really tired of it,” Steve exclaimed as he drove her home after their shift at Family Video.

“Oh yeah, must be tough going on so many dates with sooo many beautiful women,” Robin scoffed, throwing him a wry look.

“Yeah, I mean, my sex life has never been better, but it’s like, maybe I want more than just sex, you know?” Steve continued as if he hadn’t heard her, gesturing animatedly with one hand while the other gripped the steering wheel.

Robin lifted an eyebrow at him. “You’re making it real hard to feel sorry for you,” she retorted dryly and Steve returned her flat stare with his own.

“I just wanna meet a girl that I genuinely like being around, I mean, in addition to having great sex with,” he added and Robin laughed.

“Maybe stop having sex on the first date then, Dingus,” she pointed out.

“Yeah yeah,” Steve muttered, knowing she had a point. After his dry spell the year before, he’d been trying to make up for all the action he’d missed out on, but now… now he was starting to feel empty. He wanted something meaningful.

Dropping Robin off, Steve headed home, turning onto the quiet street he’d lived all his life and pulled into the empty drive–his parents off on some business trip, leaving him the house all to himself.

Pushing open his car door, he noticed an unfamiliar car parked next door and frowned. The older woman who lived there didn’t often have visitors. Heading inside, he forgot about the car when his stomach began to rumble. Not bothering to change out of his work uniform, he threw some food in the oven and went about taking the trash out.

As he dragged the heavy black plastic bag down the drive, a sound caught his attention and he turned to find one of the most beautiful girls he’d ever seen pulling a suitcase and garment bag out of the car in his neighbor’s driveway. Steve’s breath caught and he gaped at her, letting his gaze linger a little too long on her backside and he let out a surprised yelp as he ran right into the trash can at the end of the driveway.

Nearly tripping and sprawling atop the overturned can, he quickly straightened before fumbling to right the can and get the bag inside it with a loud clatter. Glancing up hastily to see if she’d noticed, he winced when he found her watching him, an amused grin on her lips before she turned away and headed back inside, leaving Steve feeling like a giant fool.

Glancing down at himself, he finally realized he was still in his work vest and let out a sigh. No doubt he’d just blown his chance at a suave first impression and he muttered to himself as he reluctantly headed back inside, dragging his feet sullenly.

Shrugging off his work vest, he wadded it into a ball and tossed it at the stairs, leaving it lay where it landed before climbing to his room and flopping down onto his bed, reaching for the cordless phone on his bed stand while he waited for his food to cook.

“Y’ello?” Tommy Hagan answered on the third ring and Steve turned his head so his voice wouldn’t be muffled by his pillow.

“Hey Tommy, it’s Steve.”

“Harrington, my man, how’s it hangin’?” Tommy exclaimed and Steve let out a weary sigh.

“So, check it out, there’s this girl staying at my neighbor’s, one of the hottest chicks I’ve ever seen, right? I mean, she was unbelievable–like an angel, and her smile–” he trailed off with a sigh before shaking his head angrily. “I haven’t even talked to her yet and I already blew it!” he groaned, running his hand down his face.

“How’d you manage that?” Tommy asked, his voice laced with amusement.

“I was taking the trash out and there she was, bending over to get something out of her car and what do I do? I trip over the goddamn trash can! I mean, I’m only human, what am I supposed to do, not look?”

Tommy’s raucous laughter filled his ear and he cringed.

“What’d she do?” he asked once he caught his breath.

“She turned and looked at me and then went back inside,” Steve groaned. “Oh, oh! And the worst part! That’s when I realized I was still wearing my damn work vest.”

“She probably thinks you’re a loser, man,” Tommy pointed out and Steve let out a heavy sigh, lifting his hand from his face.

“Don’t remind me,” he grumbled.

It was probably karma for him complaining earlier about wanting more than sex. Watch, now he’d probably go back to not being able to score at all.

Letting his eyes regain focus, he looked out his window and stiffened. Next door, a light flicked on in the second floor window across from his, and the girl he’d just been telling Tommy about came into view. Completely oblivious that he could see her, she began to undress, pulling her shirt over her head, revealing a red lacy bra that hugged her breasts perfectly, pushing them up and together.

“Oh shit–” he breathed, forgetting for the moment that he still had the phone to his ear until Tommy replied in confusion.

“What? S’goin’ on?”

Steve pushed himself up from the bed and moved closer to the window as she reached behind her back to unclasp the bra, letting it slide slowly down before tossing it aside, her back still to him as she slipped her jeans down, her red panties matching her bra.

“I can see her through the window, she’s undressing,” Steve whispered, his mouth going dry, hoping she’d turn so he could get a better view.

He may have matured in the year since he’d graduated, but he was still a guy after all.

“Holy shit, lucky bastard. How’s her rack?”

Steve barely heard Tommy over the rush of blood in his ears and he held his breath as she finally turned toward the window. For one blessed moment he had a perfect view of her chest and he let out a low whistle, admiring her tits and wondering how nice they’d feel in his hands.

It was when his gaze flicked back up to her face, his eyes finding hers staring right back, that panic flooded him and he dropped the phone in his haste to duck below the window and out of sight. Steve could faintly hear Tommy demanding to know what was happening, but he ignored the phone, slowly pulling himself up just enough to peer through the bottom of the window to see if she’d truly noticed him or not, only to grimace as she quickly pulled a sweatshirt on over her head and shut off the light as she strode out of the room.

“Shit,” Steve hissed, finally picking the phone back up and bringing it reluctantly to his ear. “I think she saw me.”

Tommy let out a loud snort. “Good job, man. Now you’re definitely screwed.”

“Yeah, don’t remind me,” Steve grumbled, hearing the timer on the oven go off downstairs. “My food’s ready, I’ll talk to you later,” he muttered, cursing his luck. It was definitely karma coming back to bite him.

“Okay, later. Keep me posted,” Tommy said and Steve hung up the phone to bound down the stairs and retrieve his pizza before it burned. Almost as soon as he opened the oven door and pulled the pan out, the doorbell rang.

“Who the hell could that be?” Steve muttered under his breath, dropping the pizza atop the stove and turning off the oven to get the door.

Taking a moment to peer through the peephole before pulling the door open, Steve’s mouth fell open in shock at the sight of the mysterious girl from next door standing on his doorstep–the last person he’d expected to see.

Working moisture back into his suddenly dry mouth, he squashed down the surge of worry that she was only there to tell him off for being a perv, and opened the door. Leaning nonchalantly against the door frame, he flashed her his most charming smile and ran a hand through his hair to wrangle it, bringing her attention to his best asset, hoping for a second chance at a better first impression.

“Hey there, we haven’t been properly introduced, I’m Steve Harrington,” he drawled, offering his hand.

The drive from Indianapolis to Hawkins was longer than you’d expected and when you pulled into your aunt’s empty drive, all you wanted to do was stretch your legs and collapse into bed, but you knew if you did that then you wouldn’t be able to make yourself get back up and you still had to finish unpacking your car before you could allow yourself the sweet embrace of sleep.

The spare key was exactly where your aunt had said it would be and you let yourself in, deciding to make another trip to grab the rest of your luggage. It had been such a long time since you’d last visited, it took you a moment to remember the layout of the spacious house. You didn’t understand why your aunt hadn’t downsized yet, especially since it was just her all alone in the big house, but you weren’t complaining about the extra space, especially since she’d offered you one of her spare rooms til you could afford your own place.

Dropping your backpack on the bed, you returned to your car for the rest of your stuff, aware of the noise coming from the neighbor’s driveway. You barely paid attention to the young man dragging his trash out to the road as you bent over to grab your suitcase and garment bag from the backseat.

As you straightened, the loud clatter of trash cans falling over made you turn and you had to bite back the laugh that nearly sprang to your lips as the neighbor nearly fell head over heels in his distraction, his eyes quickly tearing away from you as he fought to right himself.

For a long moment, you watched him, smiling to yourself before turning back toward the house. Despite making a fool of himself, he was rather handsome and looked to be about your age. For a second, you deliberated going back to introduce yourself, but the way your stomach grumbled reminded you that you’d barely eaten anything other than junk food all day and the call of finding sustenance was too great to ignore. Besides, the poor guy’d just suffered enough humiliation, you didn’t wanna add to that at the moment.

Dragging the rest of your stuff up to your room, you flicked the light on as the sun began to dip below the horizon, and pulled out something a little more comfortable to put on, stripping your t-shirt over your head and unhooking your bra. Tossing the garment away, you stretched your arms above your head, working the kink out of your back before turning to grab the sweatshirt you’d just laid out.

Glancing up to the window, you realized you could see into the room directly across from yours in the house next door, and your heart leapt into your throat as you locked eyes with the young man you’d just encountered in the driveway, watching as he hastily ducked out of sight, knowing you’d caught him staring.

Clenching your jaw, you yanked your sweatshirt on and stormed out of the room and down the stairs, ready to give the pervert a piece of your mind. When he answered his front door, however, you faltered for a moment at his confident greeting, as if he hadn’t just been caught watching you undress.

“Hey there, we haven’t been properly introduced, I’m Steve Harrington,” he drawled.

Your brows rose slightly as you stared at his outstretched hand. So he wanted to pretend like nothing had happened, huh? Well, two could play at that, you thought, contenting yourself with waiting for the opportune moment to bring it up and catch him off guard.

Taking his hand, you introduced yourself, taking a moment to get a proper look at him.

He was definitely cute, despite spying on you. Maybe your stay in Hawkins wouldn’t be so dull after all, provided Steve Harrington didn’t turn out to be a total creep.

“I’m pretty sure I definitely would’ve remembered if we’d met before,” Steve said, releasing your hand, though his warmth lingered on your palm. “So uh, what’re you doing next door?” he asked, looking you up and down discreetly.

“It’s my aunt’s place. She’s out of town right now, but she said I could stay for a bit til I get back on my feet. I just quit my job,” you explained, hoping he wouldn’t ask too many questions about your former profession.

“Oh, bummer. About your job, I mean! Not that you’re here,” Steve added quickly, making you laugh.

“It’s okay, I was ready for a change,” you said, shrugging, shifting your weight. “Guess that officially makes us neighbors then.”

Steve nodded, grinning. “Guess it does,” he mused, his voice trailing off as if he were lost in thought.

“You gunna invite me in, or make me stand here all night?” you prompted, raising an amused brow at him and Steve shook himself.

“You hungry? I just pulled a frozen pizza out of the oven,” he offered, gesturing over his shoulder and your stomach chose that moment to remind you how hungry you still were.

“Sounds perfect,” you replied, hoping Steve hadn’t heard your stomach’s impatient rumble. “You live here alone?” you asked, letting your eyes wander as you followed him in, Steve leading you to the kitchen.

“Nah, with my parents,” he answered with a grimace. “But dad’s on a business trip and mom went with,” he explained, rifling through one of the drawers for a pizza cutter.

“That’s nice,” you mused, opening the fridge to peer inside curiously.

“Not really,” Steve muttered, turning to pull a couple plates from the cupboard and hand you one. “Mom’s only there cause she doesn't trust him.”

“Ohh, I see,” you murmured and Steve let out a heavy sigh, divvying up the pizza slices onto your plates.

“I don’t wanna be anything like him,” he said quietly and you wondered if he’d meant for you to hear or not, hastily clearing his throat and moving on from the subject. “You want a beer?”

“Yeah, alright,” you replied, accepting the cold can he passed you from the fridge.

“C’mon, let’s eat by the pool,” Steve suggested, leading you through the large open living room and out the sliding glass door to the stone paved patio.

His parents were clearly loaded, but earlier you’d noticed him wearing a Family Video vest, so either daddy’d cut him off, or he didn’t want his family’s money, and you briefly wondered which was the case.

Steve pulled a couple lounge chairs next to each other and gestured for you to sit, sprawling out next to you. “So, how long do you plan on staying in Hawkins?” he asked, taking a bite of his pizza and cracking his beer open one handed.

Leaning back in your seat, you chewed your pizza thoughtfully. “I’m not sure, honestly,” you mused, washing down your pizza with a swig of beer. “Guess it depends if there’s anything here worth sticking around for.”

When your eyes flicked back to Steve, you watched him swallow, his own gaze quickly darting away. “I could show you around, y’know, if you want,” he offered, his shoulder lifting in a half shrug, aiming for nonchalance and your lips twitched.

“I’d like that,” you said, picking one of the pepperonis from your pizza slice and popping it in your mouth, sucking the sheen of grease from your fingers.

When you once again caught Steve staring, his beer can half raised to his lips, hovering midair as if he’d forgotten how to drink, you decided it was time to go for the kill.

“I’m starting to think you have a staring problem, Steve Harrington.”

At your words, Steve gave a jerk, spluttering into his can in alarm and you had to bite back a grin at his reaction.

“What do you mean?” he exclaimed, thumping his chest with a fist as he coughed.

“Well, there was that time in the driveway, just now, and… when you watched me undress through your window,” you said, cocking an eyebrow at him. “Did you get a nice show?” you asked and Steve’s brown eyes widened, his mouth falling open before stumbling over a hasty apology.

“I-I only saw for like an instant!” he argued, holding his hands up. “It was no big deal, really.”

“No big deal?” you repeated, scoffing quietly and Steve hastily backpedaled, wincing at the offended look on your face.

“I mean, not like that. You looked great, but I–I didn’t–! Look, I’m sorry,” he insisted, chancing an apologetic glance at you and your expression softened for an instant before turning impish.

“So, what are we gunna do about this?” you mused, giving him a pointed look, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

“What do you mean? Can’t you just accept my apology?” Steve asked warily, a frown tugging at his lips.

“You saw me. I think it’s only fair that we even the score,” you insisted, leaning back in your chair, watching him expectantly.

“You really expect me to strip right here?” he scoffed, an incredulous note to his voice.

“You got a little show, now it’s my turn, pretty boy. It’s only fair,” you pointed out, your lips turning down in a pout. “Are you shy?” you mocked and Steve rolled his eyes.

“Alright, fine,” he replied, pushing up from his seat and pulling his sweater over his head, tossing it at you before toeing off his shoes and undoing his jeans, dropping them to stand before you in his underwear and socks, heat licking up his neck at the way you stared, your gaze traveling over him appraisingly.

“Not bad, but I think you’re forgetting something,” you said, your lips twitching in amusement. “I want the whole package,” you insisted, pointing to his crotch and Steve’s face flared hotter. “C’mon, I think that’s enough,” he argued halfheartedly, but your sharp look held him in place.

“Fine, guess I’ll just go home then,” you said with a shrug, making to push out of your chair. “It was nice meeting you, Steve–”

“Wait–!” he exclaimed, and you paused, turning back to look at him. “Alright fine,” he huffed, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and pulling them down, letting them pool at his ankles.

“You happy now?” he asked, throwing his hands up and you bit your lip as your eyes went to his package. He was definitely well endowed.

“Yep,” you replied, playfully popping the p, your eyes returning to his. “You know, you’re lucky your back yard is pretty secluded,” you pointed out and he snorted, standing there awkwardly, while trying not to look awkward.

“How long do I have to stand here like this?” Steve asked and you tapped your lip, pretending to think.

“I guess that’s long enough. But before you get dressed…” you trailed off, standing up and walking closer to him, noticing the way his eyes widened and his breath hitched, wondering what you were about to do. “Let’s go for a dip,” you finished, giving him a shove into the pool, laughing as he hit the water and came up spluttering, shaking his hair out of his face.

“What was that for–?”

Steve’s exclamation died on his tongue when he noticed you were stripping as well and he didn’t know whether to turn away or if you wanted him to look this time, though you didn’t give him much of a chance, diving into the water as soon as you dropped your clothes to the ground.

When you surfaced, you wiped the water from your face and grinned as you swam toward Steve.

“So are we even now?” he asked, a smile of his own curving his lips and you laughed.

“Yeah, I’d say so. For now.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Steve retorted, his eyebrows climbing.

“I mean, I’m just assuming you’ll do something stupid again,” you laughed, pushing a wave of water at him playfully.

Steve splashed you back with a smirk. “Yeah, you’re probably right about that,” he agreed. “So what else do you do for fun, y’know, besides torturing people?” he teased.

You couldn’t help but study him for a moment–the square curve of his jaw, his chestnut hair stuck wetly to his forehead and the dark moles that littered his neck and shoulders. There were two on his cheek in the perfect spot for kissing.

“I uhm, I like photography and dancing, going to the movies or skating, and swimming,” you answered, huffing a soft laugh. “Though I should probably start job searching soon,” you sighed.

“What was your old job?” Steve asked and you dropped your gaze, wondering if you should just rip off the band aid and tell him. But you liked him, and you liked the way he looked at you… If you told him the truth it would make things weird, it always did.

Would it be so bad if he didn’t know?

You could make a fresh start in Hawkins. No one knew your face. There’d be no more awkward stares or lewd come-ons, just a sweet guy that seemed to like you for you and who hadn’t taken advantage of the fact that you were both naked in his pool. Maybe for once you could just feel normal.

“It was dumb, I’m just glad I quit,” you murmured, avoiding giving him a real answer. “I wanna make a fresh start, maybe go to college, I dunno yet.”

Steve nodded, sobering as he watched you tread water, bobbing in place, carefully keeping his eyes on your face. “So… do you have a boyfriend?” he asked, floating closer, and you dipped below the water slightly to hide the giddy smile that tugged at your lips.

“No. Do you have a girlfriend?” you asked, biting your lip when a dazed grin spread across Steve’s face.

“Nope,” he chuckled. “I’d like one, though.”

“Mmm,” you mused, scrunching up your brow in thought. “Yeah, I think you do need one,” you teased, kicking your feet lazily as you tilted your head. “But what kind?”

“Well, for starters, someone cute, and sweet, and clever–” Steve began to list, his gaze never leaving your face as he continued to describe you. “Definitely someone spontaneous and fun, but down to earth too, who’s not afraid to call me on my bullshit.”

You hadn’t noticed when you’d moved closer to him, your chest only inches from his, and your breath hitched at the realization, warmth spreading through you.

“She sounds pretty fantastic,” you breathed, trying to keep your voice light, Steve’s smile making you dizzy.

“Yeah, she definitely is,” he replied, his hands skimming your sides. “Any idea where I might be able to find her?”

Unable to make your voice work, you felt yourself lean in, your gaze flicking from Steve’s lips to his eyes, breathlessly waiting for his lips to claim yours as he grasped your hips, holding you close, his eyelids fluttering as his nose brushed against yours.

A loud rustling in the bushes nearby made you freeze, however, ice racing through your veins, and Steve jerked back at the same time you did, suddenly afraid the two of you weren’t alone, only to jump as a rabbit burst from the underbrush at the edge of the property to race across the yard and you threw your head back and laughed at the yelp that left Steve’s throat.

“Oh my God, you were so scared!” you exclaimed, your laughter continuing despite the splash Steve directed at you.

“So were you!” he countered, an incredulous grin twisting his relieved expression.

“Yeah, but I didn’t scream like a girl,” you pointed out, letting out a scream of your own as he swam after you, catching you easily round the waist and a wave of arousal washed over you when you felt his length brush against the curve of your ass and give a twitch.

Steve cleared his throat, hastily releasing you before either of you could become tempted to do more. And while part of you wished he hadn’t, you were glad he didn’t want to move too fast.

“I’ll uh, I’ll get you a towel, okay?” Steve said, and you caught the pink flush that suffused his cheeks before he swam to the edge of the pool and climbed out.

Averting your eyes for a moment, you couldn’t help but watch as he walked away, admiring his cute ass before he disappeared back inside the house. When he returned, a fluffy towel wrapped around his waist and another in his hands, you gave him a pointed look and he huffed a soft laugh, squeezing his eyes shut as he held the towel open for you, not peeking til you were covered.

“I don’t see what the big fuss is about, you’ve already seen all of me,” he teased, his warm voice drenched in playful sarcasm.

“And it was a very nice sight,” you purred, smirking at him and patting his cheek as you passed, bending to pick up your clothes. “Walk me home?” you asked, glancing back at him over your shoulder.

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled, shaking his head fondly, and the two of you walked around to the front of your aunt’s house.

“Thanks for the pizza and the swim,” you murmured, stopping in front of the door.

“It was my pleasure,” Steve replied, stepping closer, his damp hair falling into his eyes before he pushed it away.

“You know you owe me a real date now, right?” you asked, wetting your lips, and Steve’s grin grew.

“How about tomorrow night?”

“I think I can fit that into my schedule,” you teased, leaning in to press a kiss to his warm cheek, wanting to leave him wanting more. “Good night, Steve.”

“Good night,” he echoed softly, watching you disappear inside before finally heading back home, his stomach fluttering excitedly, the same as yours.

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steventhusiast · 1 year ago

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steve’s in the middle of trying to organise a pile of returned tapes by genre when he hears the bell on the door ring. his eyes flicker up to family video’s door, and he intends to only check the customer doesn’t look suspicious, but when he sees who’s entered the store he can’t help the smile that creeps onto his face.

“eds!” he greets his boyfriend, happily abandoning his task to lean onto the counter and watch eddie walk up to him.

“your highness.” eddie greets dramatically, and steve watches as he does a quick scope of the store as he reaches the counter. it’s empty, so of course eddie hops up and over the obstacle to stand next to steve.

“what the hell, eddie!” robin complains as eddie knocks into her half-organised tape pile on his way over, sending a couple tapes onto the ground.

eddie looks at her with a wide-eyed ‘oops’ expression, and then picks up the tapes, attempting to put them back in their place.

“sorry, buck.”

“yeah, yeah.” she huffs, but she’s smiling a little so steve knows she’s not actually mad. she holds up a copy of back to the future, and raises an eyebrow, “you put this in the romance pile.”

“stevie says marty tries to bang his mom in that, so am i really wrong?”

robin blinks at him a couple times, and then shakes her head and resumes her pile-sorting, seemingly done with them for now.

eddie finally smiles at steve from where he is next to him, and gently takes his hand and squeezes it under the counter.

“missed you last night.” he says. steve shuffles his feet a little in response, and squeezes his hand back.

“missed you too. you know how my parents are when they’re in town.”

“yeah, i know.” eddie’s soft smile switches to something more playful as he pauses, “too bad though, had biiig plans for us involving.. one of our most recent purchases in indy.”

robin makes a gagging sound from where she’s stood, and as steve blushes and opens his mouth to say something in reply she reaches over to push at his shoulder and then starts talking before he gets the chance to.

“i say this with love because you are my favourite dingus and dongus, if you make me stand here and listen to you make vague sexual references while i get paid minimum wage to organise these stupid tapes, i might do something drastic.”

eddie snorts at her words.

“you have such a way with words, robs.”

for some reason she looks offended at that, and steve chuckles to himself as he waits for the verbal tennis match to start between them.

they’re interrupted by the bell at the door telling them another customer has walked in, so steve glances over again and-

oh. it’s tommy’s mom.

somehow, for some reason, tommy never told his parents that they’re not on speaking terms anymore. steve had been absolutely dumbfounded the first time mrs hagan came over to say hello after their fight. he’d been expecting her to start chewing him out for upsetting her baby, but instead she’d asked how his mother was doing and had given him a motherly hug like always.

so, he steels himself for an interaction that will later make him feel a strange mix of nostalgic, sad and angry.

“steve! i forgot you work here.” mrs hagan grins at him as she walks over, a copy of pretty in pink in her hand.

“hi mrs hagan.” he offers her a half-hearted smile, and she puts the tape on the counter.

“just came to return this. such a lovely surprise to see you, though. it’s been too long honey! i’m sure tommy misses having you around, i know i do.” she says, and steve winces slightly as he feels robin’s eyes on him.

“oh, yeah. it’s, it’s real nice to see you too mrs h.” there’s an awkward pause where mrs hagan frowns a little at his lack of response to her tommy-related words, so he continues, “time really does fly when you’re not at high school anymore. barely have time to see any of my friends, really.”

he pointedly doesn’t look over to where eddie is now helping robin through the pile of tapes. mrs hagan nods uncertainly, and after steve’s finished with her return and a couple seconds of awkward silence have passed, she nods to herself.

“right, well.. i’ll be off then. we’re actually having a small gathering this weekend, honey. i bet tommy would love to see you there!” she tries at a smile again, but steve can’t really hide the panic in his eyes at the offer.

“oh! i’d- i’d love to mrs h, but i am just-“ he makes a vague gesture with his hands, “so swamped. really busy weekend.”

mrs hagan looks sad at his words, but nods again slowly.

“another time then.”

“sure.” steve lies, and watches as she leaves.

once she’s gone, he thinks about what the party would be like if he does go. he won’t, obviously, but.. what if?

realistically, he knows tommy would be the same jerk he’d been when they last talked a few years ago. but the more childish part of him that remembers his friendship with tommy through rose-coloured glasses wants to believe it could be fun.

maybe it’d be like old times, and he and tommy would take turns pushing each other into the pool. then they’d get each other a plate of food, purposely putting something they know the other doesn’t like on it because they think it’s funny. and finally, after a few hours they’d sneak off to tommy’s room and hang out, talking about anything and everything that comes to mind.

a big part of steve knows tommy was a toxic friend, that they weren’t good for each other and their relationship was strained and unhealthy. but a small part of him misses him more deeply than he wants to admit.

sometimes, when robin asks him a question about his childhood and he realises she hasn’t been his friend since birth, he thinks about how tommy would know that because he’d been there since the start. or she’ll falter when looking for a plate and steve knows tommy could navigate his kitchen with his eyes closed.

but in the same vain, robin will know that he’s got a migraine coming just from the smallest of winces, and steve thinks about how tommy doesn’t even know he gets migraines now. and she knows which floorboard in his room covers a pile of polaroids of him and eddie, and he thinks about how tommy wouldn’t even be safe enough to tell about their relationship.

“you in there, stevie?” eddie says from beside him, jokingly knocking on the top of his head.

steve smiles at him, and bumps him with his shoulder affectionately.

“yeah, just thinking.” he says, and looks at the glass door again. mrs hagan’s car is pulling out of the lot now.

“careful, that sounds dangerous.” robin jokes, and then makes trumpet noises with her mouth as she sorts the final tape into the correct pile.

eddie joins in with her dramatics, going as far as to mime playing his trumpet. robin critiques the way he’s miming holding one, and eddie scoffs at her and tells her to mime playing guitar so he can make fun of her back.

steve smiles to himself, and looks away from the car as it drives away.

he may miss his friendship with tommy sometimes, but this? he wouldn’t trade this for the world.

idk what this is but i hope u enjoyed it

inspired by one of my old best friends’ parents who used to come into the store i worked at and say hi to me because they didn’t know our friendship group had a MASSIVE falling out. i miss that friendship a lot sometimes even though it was toxic, and those thoughts inspired this because every thought i have can be projected onto steve if i try hard enough

#steve harrington has so much space to project onto #blank canvas for all my things #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steddie ficlet #st #mywriting #robin buckley #platonic stobin #stobin

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gregre369 · 1 year ago

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The Lost Boys came out in 1987. And you can’t tell me that Eddie Munson would not have made that film his whole personality.

And you know damn well he would be mad jealous of how hot Steve found Jason Patric, Billy Wirth, Brooke McCarter, Keifer Sutherland, and Alex Winter. Like you know he’d have a poster up in his room that he stole was conveniently missing from family video.

Like genuinely, I see Steve waxing poetic and going on long drawn out tangents about Jason and Brooke’s hair from the movie, specifically. And Eddie just sitting there not so silently fuming. Mumbling under his breathe how SUPER nice and heavy metal his hair is.

Bonus points if it’s Kas Eddie. Phew boy! He’d be pointing out and correcting all the inaccuracies about vampires in the film and getting all stuffy whenever Steve shushes him. Everytime there’s a movie night Steve suggests they watch it. Like at this point he blatantly stole a copy from work. Obviously Eddie calls him on it one night when it’s just the two of them, after steve starts bemoaning his lack of hot vampire goth boyfriend. Eddie finally snaps and gets all in Steve’s face and asks(loudly), “what’s so great about them(their hair/general aesthetic) when you’ve got me?! Who’s an actual vampire…with great hair!!” And Steve just tilts his head and shrugs and says “you know what? You’re right.” Then proceeds to lay one(several) on Eddie.

Bonus bonus points if we have an alive reformed Billy who takes offense to Steve’s(and Eddie’s) attraction to Keifer and Billy Wirth.

Like oh my god! The possibilities are endless.

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Also as I was writing this I thought up of a The Lost Boys/Stranger Things crossover. (I’m pretty sure much more talented and creative people have not only mentioned this but also written it). But like the possibilities are endless.

Just hear me out:

-Vecna as Max

-Billy as David

-Eddie as Star

-Will as Laddie

-Joyce as Lucy

-Steve as Michael(obviously)

-Dustin as Sam

-Lucas and Mike as the frog brothers

-Tommy as Dwayne

-Johnathan as Marco

-Argyle as Paul

-El and Max as friends of Dustin’s who get brought into it.

-Robin as Steve’s new friend

-Nancy as the frogs older sister

-Erica is somewhere in this bc you know she’s sass the shit out of them

-Hopper as the security guard who gets killed(sorry Hop) maybe this is how El gets involved and since Maxine is her bestie so she does too.

-Chrissy, Heather and Jason possible victims. (Sorry Chrissy and Heather💔).

-Or maybe Heather and Carol are Billy’s and Tommy’s love interests before Steve shows up to rock the boat. Chrissy could either be Eddie’s friend or former flame. (Chrissy ends up with Robin)

Oooh or create new characters for Robin, Nancy, Chrissy, El, Max, Johnathan, Argyle, and Heather. Or maybe make the others some of the other vampires in the gang but like their in it against their will, so when Vecna inevitably dies Stobin bffs happens. Idk idk there’s just so much.

And depending if it’s Steddie or Metalsandwich Steve saves Eddie and/or Billy reforms.

Like idk but i love the film, it’s one of my favorites and just gives such great Steddie/metalsandwich vibes.

God just imagine how gay this could all be.

Like somebody else needs to write this. I can’t do it, idk if you’ve seen my liberal use of the word ‘like’ or not but a writer I am not.

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talesfromthesnogbox · 1 year ago

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How can I sleep when you're running through my mind?

Summary: The Steddie ASMR youtuber AU you never asked for!

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 13,135

Notes: I wanted to read an ASMR AU, couldn't find one, made one myself ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Hope you like it! Sidenote if you're not a regular ASMR viewer, it's not TYPICALLY as horny as Steve makes it to be...

AO3 Link

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“Alright my little rockstars, I hope you guys liked today’s video, and as always, sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite, I’ll see you in the next one.”

Steve sighed and closed the tab with Eddie Whispers video. He was his all time favourite creator, with his soft, fluffy hair, and gentle eyes. Eddie was a smaller creator on Youtube, not much of a following just yet, but he was severely underrated, and Steve found himself for the first time ever, actually experiencing the sensations he hoped he gave other people.

“Finished with your pre-game rituals already?” Robin asked him, crossing her arms.

“Yup, just gonna fix the headphone hair and I’ll be ready to go in five?”

Robin rolled her eyes but moved forward into his room anyways. “Copy that. Which mic are we using today?”

“Probably the Yeti? Oh! Actually they sent me that new 3Dio to try, maybe I do the trigger word one today and film the thigh one tomorrow?” Steve stopped in his tracks holding his ‘outfit’ for filming, seemingly stuck between two pairs of ungodly short shorts. He looked to Robin for advice.

“I’m sorry, the thigh one?”

“Yeah, I told you about it yesterday. You know, the fabric scratching one?”

Robin looked at him like he had three heads. “Fabric scratching? With what fabric, those are practically non-existent.” She rolled her eyes “You really are a whore.”

“Whatever, mom, it gets me views, and pays our bills so I don’t really care.”

Steve had kinda started doing ASMR by accident a few years ago with Tommy Hagan of all people. The two of them had posted some stupid senior prank video to a throwaway channel online, part of it being them hiding in a closet and whispering to the camera while they waited for chaos to ensue. Somehow, it got views, and a lot of the comments were about Steve and how nice his voice sounded when he whispered. Then of course, ASMR blew up on the internet, so he started his own channel shortly after graduation.

It took him a few years to get it off the ground, but he was nearing the seven year anniversary of his channel and had just hit 3.5 million subscribers. Steve’s channel had started out pretty innocently, doing low-fi type videos with his headphone microphone before investing in his yeti, and that seemed to work, people liked it a lot. But then one day he’d filmed out by the pool, and his popularity skyrocketed. People went crazy for Steve. He knew he was good looking, had a relatively nice body, and great hair, but he didn’t realize people would be so into his ASMR KING alter-ego.

King Steve was everything that regular Steve had left in the past. He was cocky, overtly flirtatious and sexual, and sometimes just a little bit mean. King Steve often filmed with his shirt off, he took up as much space as possible, his muscular thighs spread wide, the camera angled low so they were on full display. He’d been called the “horniest ASMR youtuber” on more than one occasion, and honestly, he was pretty okay with that. ASMR made him feel good, and he liked the content he put out. Not that he’d ever watch anything like that…

When it came to what he liked to watch, it was all fairly tame. Anything Eddie put out on Eddie Whispers he’d watch, whether it be camera or mic brushing, or words of affirmation, or even role-play videos. He loved what Eddie did, how wholesome it was, and how good it made him feel. And it didn’t hurt that Eddie was easy on the eyes as well… his soft voice sounded familiar, he was great with accents and characters, hell he’d even watched some videos where he was just simply making up DnD character sheets (which Dustin was proud to hear).

Eddie’s videos had become part of his “pre-game” ritual as Robin liked to call it. He’d throw on an Eddie video, usually commenting something from his anonymous burner account for engagement, then suit up (or suit down rather) to film his own video once he was nice and loose and relaxed. Robin, being his tech girl, constantly ribbed him about it, knowing her friend was harbouring a crush on the guy, even if he didn’t want to admit it to himself. Besides, he was kinda right, Eddie’s videos were calming, and for some reason seemed to put Steve in the right headspace for his own online persona.

While Steve changed, Robin set up his mic and camera, making the executive decision that they were not going to be filming anything with his thighs out today. She checked the audio levels on the new mic, and made sure the lighting was okay before he came in to work his magic. Robin was far too squeamish to get into ASMR for her own enjoyment, but she didn’t mind doing the filming and editing for Steve. He paid her a good portion of the revenue from his videos, and always credited her and promoted her independent work on his channel. She’d started getting a small following of her own thanks to him, and he was even helping her finance a short film for the next year’s festival run. Steve was a good guy, and an even better friend, so it was a no brainer when he asked if she would help him with his channel.

“How’s this?” He asked, adjusting his hair from what he could see in the small monitor ahead of him.

“Well considering the angle, you look naked. Your chest hair is all out, Dustin is gonna tell you to shave it again.”

“Well Dustin is just jealous he’s a hairless cat.” Steve rolled his eyes and reached for a form-fitting tank top from behind him. “There, that better?”

“Much. So what’s the plan for this one then?” Robin settled into her spot at the computer to check the audio levels.

“Umm, new 3Dio mic test, probably a bunch of triggers.” Robin nodded and wrote out her outline so she could direct him from off camera as they rolled. “I’ll start with just some generic whispering, then maybe do a trigger word, one of my patrons has been asking me to do Fuck for a while now. And then maybe some ear touching and kissing sounds to round it all out?” He looked from the new set of ears in front of him to Robin, she expectedly looked disgusted. “Nothing new Robs.”

“I know, but your subs all need to get laid.”

Steve laughed. “Yeah, well so do I.”

He made sure to put his phone on silent, but first, he needed to comment on Eddie’s video.

“All good to go over here, whenever you’re ready.” Robin called, hitting the record button on Steve’s camera.

He instantly smiled in the sultry way he only used for his videos, and peered down the barrel of the lens through his lashes. “Hey Dreamers…”

🎤🎸🎧

“Holy shit. Holy shit, Max wake up!” Eddie shook her awake from her nap.

“Ugh Eddie what the hell do you want, I was just getting comfortable.”

His eyes were wide as he stared at the notification. It wasn’t on a new video, the video was about two weeks old, but when he saw the verified check mark on the commenter’s name, he immediately clicked on the channel. ASMR KING had like 3.5 million subs, and he was watching Eddie’s video? And commenting on it?

Your voice is just so soothing, you had me relaxed from the moment you smiled. This was awesome dude, keep up the great work.

“The dude that commented is like… huge.”

“Eddie it’s not nice to—”

“No! Shut up, he’s got like over three million subs.” Eddie starred stunned at the number.

“O-kay, and I’m supposed to care because?”

“Because you’re like my little sister, and a little support here would be nice thank you very much!”

“Dork.”

ASMR KING had been pretty notorious among ASMR creators. It wasn’t that his stuff wasn’t good, but it wasn’t exactly the wholesome, family-friendly content Eddie put out. The stuff that Steve did on his channel never really spoke to Eddie, even when it popped up incessantly on his recommended videos. He was still staring at his phone in awe when he decided to grab his headphones and actually watch one of his videos.

The first thing Eddie noticed about King Steve was that he was hot as hell. Eddie always claimed he didn’t have a type, but this man was exactly Eddie’s type. Pretty, built, hairy, a little bitchy, could definitely keep up with Eddie’s quips. The video he clicked was just some simple little whispered story time, nothing crazy, but the thumbnail on the next one almost had him running to his room in fear of indecency.

Low camera angle, desk chair, short shorts, thighs spread, no shirt, smug smirk. Eddie could not care less about what the trigger was, nobody needed to look that sexy while trying to put people to sleep.

The second thing Eddie noticed about King Steve was that he tended to use a lot of gender neutral language. As Eddie clicked through his videos and hit a “Boyfriend helps you sleep” role-play, he realized Steve didn’t exclusively make these for girls. Most of the comments did seem to be coming from women (and a lot of them were kinda disgusting if he did say so himself), but the wording was fairly generic. He came across the same way the douchebag jocks he went to high school did, but could he be gay possibly?

Whatever, it didn’t matter to Eddie, Steve was just another hot, unattainable guy who happened to like his stuff.

It wasn’t until Eddie went back out of Steve’s profile that he noticed the notifications flooding in. Eddie’s modest five thousand subscriber count was suddenly closing in on 5300. He certainly didn’t have that many this morning. It must be from Steve’s following. He clicked the little “subscribe” button and looked him up on Instagram, following him there too before taking the plunge and writing him a message.

Eddie Whispers: Hey man, I just want to say thanks for commenting, I think some of your subs found me and followed, and I really appreciate it. It’s nice to see some of the heavy hitters helping out us little guys in the community <3.

🎤👑🎧

“So how does it sound?” No matter how many subscribers or views his videos got, Steve was always a little self-conscious right after filming. He didn’t exactly like his King Steve persona so he didn’t care about whether or not others would like that, but he did care about if he sounded good.

“Great actually, I think people will like the new mic.”

“Awesome, thanks Robs, I appreciate it.”

Steve left the room he’d designated for filming and editing so Robin could do her thing. It was nothing new for him to have a steady stream of notifications after having not checked his phone for a while, but when he saw the amount that included ‘replied to your comment on Eddie Whispers video’, he stopped in his tracks.

His burner account AlwaystheBabysitter had no subscribers, and his comment was purely positive, there’s no way anyone could have anything bad to say about it. He opened the notification and to his shock, he’d forgotten to switch accounts before commenting.

“Shit”, he whispered. There was nothing wrong with him commenting as himself, but King Steve was a persona, he had a reputation to uphold if you will. Even his Instagram and Twitter accounts were separate from his own private socials to keep it up for his followers, and King Steve would never comment on anything, let alone comment something that positive.

Shocker number two, Eddie Whispers started following him, on everything.

Shocker number three, Eddie Whispers had sent him a message on Instagram.

Steve’s heart thrummed in his chest as he read Eddie’s message to him. It was heartfelt, it was sweet, it was everything he normally was in all of his videos, and now, Steve was stuck with a dilemma.

Eddie was his favourite creator. He couldn’t just be his bitchy internet persona to him, especially not through a message, but would that change who he was in Eddie’s eyes if he didn’t?

“What’s wrong, dingus? Did Eddie Whispers slide into your DM’s or something?” Robin walked past him, taking a sip from her water bottle.

“Yeah, actually.”

Robin choked a little, water dribbling down her chin. “Wait, actually? I was just joking, holy shit.” She rushed to his side to see, and sure enough, Steve’s Instagram messages lay open, a message from Eddie Whispers glaring right at the top. “Hey man, I just want to say thanks for commenting, I think some of your subs found me and followed, and I really appreciate it. It’s nice to see some of the heavy hitters helping out us little guys—Steve holy shit. Are you gonna respond?”

Steve threw his hands up. “Well yes, obviously! But King Steve is an asshole. What if he hates me.”

“Why does it need to be from King Steve? Why can’t it be from regular old loser Steve we know and love?”

He shot her a look. “Well… I don’t know… shouldn’t I be who I am on camera?”

“You mean a horny dickhead? No. Just be yourself dude.”

“Right, myself, right. What if he doesn’t like me?”

Robin sighed and pushed his coiffed hair back. “You’re sending him a message saying hey, not proposing marriage doofus. Everyone loves you Steve, you’ll be fine.”

Steve smiled gratefully as she walked past him. He contemplated his next message, not quite knowing what to say, but wanting to talk to him anyways.

No sweat…

Anytime…

You’re welcome…

He shook his head and backspaced everything he’d written so far, nothing quite sounding right. He thought about what Robin said, and decided to just… speak from the heart.

ASMR KING: Of course dude, don’t even mention it. I’m happy they found your channel, you really do great work.

Steve closed his eyes and hit ‘send’ on the message, watching as the little ‘read’ receipt popped up a moment later.

Eddie Whispers: That’s kind of you to say! Although I don’t know your subscribers will really like my stuff, it’s all pretty vanilla.

He definitely wasn’t expecting Eddie to carry on the conversation, or even really know what he did. Steve figured Eddie followed him to be nice, but had he watched his stuff?

The sudden flow of self-consciousness burst through Steve again. His skin prickled with goosebumps, and his chest flushed hot at the thought of Eddie watching his videos, the sultry looks he’d throw at the camera, the suggestive triggers he’d do, god the one time he fully just sucked his fingers and called it a day. “We all know this is getting demonetized anyways, might as well go for it.” Did Eddie like that stuff, was he into it?

ASMR KING: Haha honestly I prefer watching stuff like yours than stuff like mine. My subs need a little bit of something to cool off every once and a while.

Eddie Whispers: I wouldn’t say that, your stuff is good! Look at the following you have, clearly people like it.

ASMR KING: They like it because they’re horny little shits :P

Eddie Whispers: Well… doesn’t hurt that you’re hot.

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“FUCK!” Eddie swore and threw his phone across the room.

“Asshole! Shut up, you’ll wake Wayne.” He shot Max an apologetic look and went to retrieve his phone.

“What’s even your problem now? Did something happen with this YouTube guy again?” He twirled a piece of hair nervously, covering his mouth with the strand, a surefire tell of his that something had happened. “Well? Spit it out already.”

“I fucked up. I messaged him and he messaged me, and I maybe toldhimhewashot.”

Max stared at him, a disappointed look on her face. “You did what now?”

“Look Max, I’m weak okay, and I have no filter, you know this! So he said his followers were all horny little shits and I just… it just… came out I guess?”

“Well has he read it?”

Eddie glanced down, sure enough, the words ASMR KING is typing… appeared at the bottom of the screen. “Shit.”

Max laughed. “Congrats doofus. Let me see.”

He handed his phone over to her shamefully to let her scope out his Instagram page. She instantly snorted, this dude that he was all hot over was none other than Steve Harrington, Dustin’s babysitter extraordinaire. He’d carted her around a bit before Wayne took her in, drove her and the rest of the party around Hawkins, but weirdly enough, Eddie had never met him. He wouldn’t recognize him either having moved here shortly after graduation. Max knew he dabbled in YouTube, but had no idea he was this popular, or this… different than the kind, gentle man she knew him to be now. His Instagram wasn’t much better than his Youtube, if anything, it was more suggestive, and he wore less clothes. “You’re disgusting.”

“And you’re a snoop! We can both say obvious things about each other Mayfield.”

“Would hardly call it snooping if you handed me the phone, idiot.” She smiled knowingly, handing it back. “You’ve got a message waiting, loverboy.”

“Fuck.”

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“Robin! Robin shit I need help.”

“Who’s dying!” Robin flew into Steve’s room and grimaced at Steve’s once again shirtless form. “Dude, what are you, allergic to clothes?”

“Eddie said I’m hot.”

“And that couldn’t have waited until after you put a shirt on?”

Steve flopped down on his bed. “Can you stop being a useless lesbian for like two seconds and help me!”

“Well stop being a useless bisexual! I thought you liked Eddie.”

“Uh, yeah! I do! What do I say?”

She snorted. “Fuck if I know, you have more experience with men than I do.”

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled deeply. “Okay, okay, I’ve got it. Boot the camera back up, I’m filming another one.”

🎤🎸🎧

ASMR KING: Oh yeah, you think so? Well maybe I’ll have a special little treat for you later then. Stay tuned.

“Max, he’s gonna kill me.”

“Why, what’d he say?” She jumped off the couch to peer over Eddie’s shoulder. “Oh shit, yeah he’s gonna kill you.”

By the end of the day, Eddie still hadn’t heard from Steve. He was even a little disappointed to find their chat the same as it was the next morning. The anticipation was killing him, but he didn’t want to goad him on, so he sat and waited…

And then out of the blue that evening, he got a notification from Steve on Instagram.

ASMR KING: Hope you enjoy 😘

Eddie stood up quickly from the dinner table, depositing his dish in the sink. “Gotta go.”

Max, having seen the notification come through on his phone, gagged a little. “Gross, can’t even wait until after I’m done eating?"

“He’s hot and I’m single as fuck. So sue me.” Eddie jeered back. “Besides, it’s YouTube, how bad could it be?”

Turns out, it could still be pretty bad.

The thumbnail of the link he’d sent through looked innocent enough, just Steve at his desk with the 3Dio mic in front of him, smiling softly at the camera. But when he clicked through to the video, it was not at all what he was expecting.

Just like the video he’d seen yesterday, Steve was wearing next to nothing. Low camera angle, short shorts, thighs spread, no shirt, smug smirk. But this time, he was softer than he usually was. He wore glasses, his hair not so perfectly coiffed, and he had a bit of scruff that wasn’t there in previous videos, almost like he’d just woken up.

“Hey dreamers, I’ve got a proper video coming for you tomorrow, but I just wanted to get this one out there first for a special little rockstar.” Steve licked his lips and winked into the camera, and Eddie promptly melted. “It’s been brought to my attention that maybe my videos could be a little more… vanilla if you will. So this time, I’ll be giving myself some tingles as well as you. Just for a little bit, as a treat.”

Eddie’s jaw was practically on the floor as Steve moved the mic from side to side to catch both ears. The light scruff on his face brushed the mic every once and a while making a delicious scratching noise, it’s like he could feel Steve’s lips touching his ears, and the blood started rushing south.

“Now I know this little rockstar dreamer loves this trigger, because he’s used it before in his own videos. And actually, it’s one of my favourite triggers as well.” Steve pulled a fresh fluffy makeup brush from out of his pocket (drawing attention to the way his thick thighs looked in those tiny shorts). He moved closer to the camera, brushing the lens with the soft bristles a few times, then rolled back to his original position. “I know this is a little new for me to be doing, but I think you guys are really gonna like it.”

Steve started out fairly tame. He brushed over the ears of the mic softly, and Eddie felt his breathing slow and his eyes get heavy. He loved doing mic brushing himself, although he hated editing it because it usually just ended up with him falling asleep. Steve didn’t seem to do this ever on his channel, but Eddie thought he should incorporate it more often. It sounded great, he had the right pressure, the right timing, and the right equipment. He was quickly jolted out of his relaxed state with the sound of Steve’s voice, right in his ear.

“This is nice, right? Do you like that?” He sighed heavily, smacking his lips together a few times, a bit like a few light kisses. “Yeah, I bet that feels good. I know that feels good baby, I love when you do this to me.”

Eddie made a choked out sound, unable to conceal now just how much Steve’s video was affecting him. And it was only about to get worse.

Steve shot the camera a wicked smile as he switched his mic to a handheld lav. “I love doing this to me too.” He chuckled lightly and stroked his face softly with the brush. He closed his eyes in bliss, breathing lightly into the small mic, a smile donning his face. Then he moved lower, brushing over his neck and collarbone, pausing to spend some time there before dipping down to brush over his pecs and nipples, the bristles getting caught in his chest hair. He let out a breathy sigh, picked up softly by the mic at his chest, and if that wasn’t the most beautiful sound Eddie had ever heard…

Eddie’s heart was pounding, he felt like he was watching porn, too mesmerized by it to look away, but feeling like it was so intimate, knowing Steve made it just for him.

“Why don’t we bring you a little closer…” Steve rolled the chair up towards the camera again, puffing his chest out so his face was entirely out of the picture as he drew invisible lines across his pecs with the brush. “Love how this makes me feel, bet you love it too.” He whispered softly, his voice going husky. “But we can’t let you have too much of a good thing my little rockstar.”

Like the tease he is, Steve wheeled himself back, a bit, grinning like a madman. “Oh shit, I said that was gonna be more vanilla, didn’t I? Oops.” The video promptly cut to black.

“Fuuuuuck.” Eddie whispered, throwing his head back, trying to calm himself down.

“Eddie your boyfriend is a slut.” He barely heard Max call from the kitchen.

“Shut up Max!”

He pulled out his phone and opened his chat with Steve, staring blankly at the keyboard.

That was…

I seriously…

Eddie Whispers: Dude… what the fuck are you doing to me. Christ that was something else 🥵

🎤👑🎧

Steve posted the video almost instantly after he finished filming it, only taking a moment to chop off the head and tail, and leaving the rest uncut. Robin had requested to not be a part of it, and honestly he was a little glad for that request as he willed away the semi he was sporting. He’d been suggestive on his channel before sure, but he’d never attempted dirty talk until today. Something about Eddie just made him want to, knowing Eddie thought he was hot just egged him on. Filming that made him feel sexy, and powerful, and more confident than he had in a while, he just hoped his intended target audience of one liked it too. Once the upload was done, he sent Eddie a message with the link, grabbed his shirt, and left his studio.

“Your brush, thanks for letting me borrow it.” He handed Robin the makeup brush he’d borrowed for the task.

“Where’s it been first, dingus?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Robs I didn’t like stroke my dick with it, oh my god.”

She grimaced, but pressed on.

“I just… you know… brushed my face a bit, my chest—”

“Just keep it dude.”

“Alright, putting it in the studio then, thanks Robin.”

She closed the book she was reading and looked at him seriously. “Your child called while you were filming, says you need to call him back and that it’s urgent.”

Steve frowned. “Is he okay?”

“Dunno, sounded fine to me.”

“Shit.” He swore, grabbing his phone and calling Dustin. “Hey, Robs said it was urgent?”

“Steve! Finally! Yeah, Will is back from New York so you’re hosting a pool party for us tomorrow. Just wanted to give you a heads up.” The party hadn’t entirely parted ways once they graduated high school, Will just moved out the furthest of the kids to go to art school while the rest of them stayed pretty close. But now that they were graduating college, they’d be spreading out even further eventually.

“Oh, just wanted to give me a heads up? Okay buddy, how thoughtful, thanks.” He replied sarcastically. Steve was used to hosting the kids at this point, but he always gave Dustin a little shit for it when he did it without consulting him.

“You’re the best dude!”

“Yeah, whatever. But you’re all old enough now so you’re supplying your own alcohol and you can figure out how you’re getting home afterwards.” Steve knew full well the kids wouldn’t get that drunk, and he’d always offer them a place to stay if they needed it.

“Got it. People are coming around three so you better not be filming your weird whisper shit.”

“My weird whisper shit is what’s paying the bills right now dude, shut up. See you tomorrow.” He hung up and turned to Robin. “Well looks like we’re hosting a party tomorrow.”

“Fun, did your kids tell you that?”

Steve flipped her off, making sure she could see it. Only minutes passed before his phone lit up with a notification from Eddie, the smile crossing Steve’s face told Robin everything she needed to know about how he took the video.

“Slutty Steve worked?”

“Oh yeah, slutty Steve did exactly what he was supposed to.” Steve nodded, crafting a response to Eddie.

“And what exactly, pray tell, was he supposed to do to poor, unsuspecting Eddie?”

He stopped and looked up, confusion in his eyes. What was that supposed to do? Eddie had said he was hot, they said they liked each other’s work, but nothing else really happened from there. Worry crossed Steve’s face. Did he take it too far? Clearly Eddie was picking up what he was putting down, but what exactly did he want to put down?

“Dingus, did I lose you there?”

He shook his head, rattling the worry around inside his brain.

“No, no I’m fine. Shit, did I go too far?”

Robin rolled her eyes. “He liked the video, yeah?” He nodded. “Then what’s the problem? I can’t believe I’m telling you there’s nothing wrong with harmless flirting. I care about you dude, you’ve been alone for a while, maybe you deserve a little bit of fun.”

“Maybe?” He chuckled.

“Shut up I don’t do sappy! You were really excited when he messaged you, and it seems like he’s flirting, so flirt back!”

Steve nodded to himself. Robin was right. Eddie seemed to be into Steve’s flirting, and it’s not like they knew each other, they were just two internet personalities. They could flirt with each other in their DM’s, it’s fine. What’s the worst that could happen?

“Okay, yeah, you know what you’re right, what the hell.”

Eddie Whispers: Dude… what the fuck are you doing to me. Christ that was something else 🥵

ASMR KING: Christ? Nah you can just call me Steve 😉😘

ASMR KING: Sorry that was terrible, but I hope the video gave you tingles

ASMR KING: And I hope you liked it

ASMR KING: And I hope maybe it did some other things for you too…

🎤🎸🎧

Eddie’s jaw was on the floor.

“Please tell me you’re decent in there.” Max sounded annoyed hovering outside Eddie’s door.

“Shut up! I’m trying to think.”

“What, did that video like melt your brain out your ears or something?”

He sighed heavily. “Or something.”

“Gross. Hey I’ve got a favour to ask. Can you drive me to Dustin’s tomorrow?”

Eddie did a double take, composing himself enough to walk to the door and look Max in the eye. “You’re like 21, you can’t just drive yourself?”

“Not if I’m gonna be drinking I can’t. Besides, might be good to get you out of the house and into normal society, get your mind out of the gutter.” If looks could kill, Max would be a goner. “Please? I promise I won’t even bring up Steve again.”

He sighed and rubbed his temples with his fingers. “I know that’s a lie, but whatever, I’ll drive you.”

“You’re the best thanks!” She started to walk away, but caught sight of him staring at his phone again. “Don’t overthink it, just message him back.”

“How do you know it’s even Steve I’m texting?”

“I didn’t, but you just confirmed it for me idiot.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and shut his bedroom door again, opening up his conversation with Steve.

Eddie Whispers: Wouldn’t you like to know Stevie… 😏

Eddie Whispers: In all honesty dude, you should use the brush more often. The sounds are *chef’s kiss*

Eddie Whispers: And well the rest of it… yeah that did it for me.

Eddie Whispers: But enough inflating your ego. How’d you get into ASMR?

🎤👑🎧

Steve stayed up most of the night talking to Eddie, chatting about life, YouTube, their friends, whatever came to mind. He felt like they were actually connecting on a personal level, so naturally he was pissed when Dustin showed up earlier than planned the next morning with party supplies expecting Steve’s help with setup.

“What, are you pissed you can’t talk to your weird whisper boyfriend?” Dustin teased as they laid out towels on the lounge chairs.

“Huh? He’s not my—wait how do you know about this?”

“Robin, obviously. And I saw the video, man. You sure you didn’t mean to post that on Only Fans?”

“Fuck off, it wasn’t that bad.”

“Dude.” He stopped in his tracks and gave Steve a look. “You were like rubbing your tits. I had to turn it off, I felt like I was interrupting a moment between you and your right hand.” He shuddered.

“Tits? Not fucking cool man, there was nothing wrong with my video.”

“Keep telling yourself that Steve-o, but that maybe should have been saved for the private videos folder.”

“Whatever.”

They finished their setup shortly before the party was set to arrive, and as Steve had predicted, they were early. The boys and El were in the backyard already splashing around in the pool when Steve finally went to go change into his swimsuit. And of course, the doorbell rang once more as he was pulling up his trunks.

Whoever was outside seemed to be fighting the way siblings usually do. “Red why the hell did you drag me out of the car, you’re not five.”

“I told you, I needed help with my things. Where the hell is he?” Steve fiddled with the lock, knowing it sometimes stuck.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming, hold on—”

He opened the door to find Max, “Hey Steve, thanks for hosting.” She ruffled his hair as she ran by him, but she wasn’t alone at the door.

To Steve’s surprise, none other than Eddie Whispers stood on his doorstep.

“Eddie?”

“H-hi, um, what… what?”

Steve was rendered speechless. Never in his wildest dreams did he think his favourite ASMR creator, one he’d just made a pretty suggestive video for himself, would be on his doorstep, but here they were. “Sorry, sorry I’m being rude, come in. But also, hi, um, hi, nice to meet you, hi.” He shook his head. His entire suave demeanour he’d had over text message gone, Steve was rendered back to the disaster bisexual with a crush on the soft-spoken metalhead.

Eddie chuckled a little, eyes wide as he took in Steve. “Holy shit, you’re real, Max’s Steve, and that Steve are the same Steve? You’re not just like some dude in my screen?”

That made Steve laugh right back at him. “Yeah dude, ditto. I… this is gonna sound a little creepy, but I’ve been watching your stuff like every night for the past few months.” He didn’t want to say it, but he felt like he knew Eddie. But now, having him here in his home, he realized he didn’t know shit about him. Eddie’s cool, calm persona seemed to be just that, a persona, just like King Steve’s. Standing here, he seemed bright eyed and skittish, in cutoff shorts and a ripped band tee, not unlike the soft looking t-shirts he usually wore in his videos, but a lot less generic. His hair was wild, not as put together as it usually was when he filmed (probably the humidity), and his usual soft expression was replaced with one a little more natural; the surprise and wonder clear as day, and completely new for Steve.

Eddie let out a laugh coloured with anxiety. “That’s cool man, I um, I’ve never actually met one of my subscribers in the wild. I guess that’s my cue to say sorry that I hadn’t seen any of your videos before this week. But like… your videos are…” he trailed off, biting his lip, trying to find something appropriate to say. “You really live up to that King Steve name.”

Steve shook his head. “None of that here. I’m not actually a total douchebag like I am online, spoiler alert. I’m actually kind of a loser, closer to every embarrassing dad at a barbecue than I’d like to admit.”

“Well…” Eddie gave Steve a good once-over, making Steve flush as he was being checked out. “You certainly don’t look like any dads I’ve ever met at a barbecue.”

He smiled. “Do you meet a lot of dads at barbecues?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

As it turns out, Eddie and Max lived together with their uncle Wayne. He’d taken Max in when her mom went to rehab, and she just never left, finding it more comfortable with them. Eddie had moved to Hawkins after graduating high school in an even smaller town than where they were now, but he’d spent a lot of time with Wayne in Hawkins when he was growing up.

They chatted in the living room, following each other to the kitchen for a beer, and eventually staying there until Dustin, the shithead that he was, decided to interrupt their pleasant conversation.

“Steve! I thought you were gonna start the—holy shit.”

Steve gave him a pointed look, but apparently Dustin was blind.

“Oh my god you’re actually in the same room together.”

Eddie gave him a warning glare. “Watch yourself, Henderson.”

“Wh-what—Dustin, do you know Eddie?”

Dustin shot Steve a confused look. “Uh, duh, he’s been running our DnD campaign for like… the last three years.”

Steve slowly turned to look at Eddie. “Seriously? How has it taken this long for us to meet?”

“Not our fault you guys are idiots who never want to hang out with us.” Max scoffed as she pushed past them to grab a beer.

“Fuck all you guys. You know what, we should collaborate. One video for each channel.”

A shiver shot down Steve’s spine. The more he talked to Eddie, the more he found himself attracted to him. He didn’t know if he could handle doing ASMR with him, it almost felt too intimate, but he knew after his last video the views would be insane. Crush be damned, they were gonna make magic together.

“Yeah, actually that sounds like a great idea. Eddie, will you do me the honour of being my partner in ASMR?”

If Eddie’s smile faltered, nobody said anything about it. “Why yes, King Steve, I will.”

🎤🎸🎧

Eddie fucked up.

He had no idea what he was getting into when he agreed to film with Steve, but he just knew it was gonna be bad. Not the videos, oh no those would be great, but he was way too hot for him to not let it show on camera.

They’d talked a bit about ideas for their videos at Steve’s pool party, but Eddie didn’t hear a word of what was said, not when Steve’s glorious chest and thighs were on display again in those teeny tiny shorts. God, he had to get his shit together before Steve was set to arrive in… fifteen minutes.

“Shit, shit, shit!” He ran around the small townhouse he, Max and Wayne shared, throwing dishes in the sink and picking up the clothes strewn around his room. Max and Wayne were out for the day, knowing Eddie needed silence for filming. Max, ever the smartass, left him with a wink and a warning “Don’t get pregnant.”

He flipped her the bird, but she wouldn’t have seen halfway out the door already.

Finally moments before Steve was due to arrive, the place looked presentable. Eddie never really had a set space to film in, just filming wherever in his room he saw fit, but more often than not it ended up being done at his desk. Today though, today he’d be trying a few new things for a solid change of pace. He’d never filmed a video with anyone else, preferring to work solo. He’d also never filmed anything on his bed, and god even thinking that made him feel like he and Steve were about to do something illicit. He shook his head clearing his thoughts, and the doorbell rang.

Eddie spent a moment composing himself and opened the door to a smiling Steve and his bag of tricks. He looked incredible.

Knowing that Eddie’s videos weren’t nearly as suggestive as Steve’s were, he’d worn a soft tee with the sleeves rolled up and a light wash pair of jeans that Eddie knew would hug his ass immaculately. His hair was less coiffed than it usually was, but still neat, and beautifully tousled.

They were only filming his video today, Steve’s would be filmed tomorrow at his massive house, but his gut bubbled with anxiety.

“Hey man! So I was thinking about the theme for your video and I brought something I think might be cool if you’re down to do a little sound check ahead of time.” Steve held up a small black bag that Eddie recognized was for microphones.

“Sure I’m game. What were you thinking? Oh, we’re filming in my room, I set up the camera and everything already.”

Steve nodded and followed him through. For Eddie’s video, they were filming something Eddie was actually excited about. Max had never really been into the idea of being on camera, but he’d always wanted to try filming a video drawing on someone’s back. Eddie’s channel was pretty wholesome, and that seemed like the nostalgic type of trigger his viewers might be into.

Eddie lead them into his room and motioned Steve to sit on the bed while he adjusted the camera once more. Steve got to work opening his bag and pulling out two lav mics, making Eddie stop for a second. That’s what he used in the last video, the one with the brush, the one that… he needed to stop thinking about it before he popped another boner over it. Correct. There were multiple.

“So like I was thinking maybe if I clip one of each to the inside collar of my shirt—“

“Oh! And then pan each one left and right in post to simulate the ears?”

Steve snapped his fingers. “Exactly! Then if you have another mic, or even just your headphones in the middle for like room tone to go underneath. What do you think.”

Pretty and smart, I think you’re the whole package.

“I think it’s pretty fucking genius dude. Can we test it first?”

The other man nodded, already threading the lavalier wires up his shirt. “Just let me clip them and then you can move em around if you think you need to.” He clipped the mics and turned his back to Eddie. Eddie placed the third mic and hit record. He approached Steve cautiously, rubbing his hands together around where Steve had placed the mics, making some soft noises with his mouth as he went.

“Man, those sounds are like, so relaxing.” Steve chuckled lowly, not quite whispering yet, but also not wanting to startle Eddie.

Eddie laughed. “I’d like to think I’m pretty good at this whole… being quiet and relaxing thing despite you know, who I am.”

“What do you mean despite who I am, Eddie you’re awesome.”

Eddie scoffed at that “I fucking know dude, I just meant… you know… I can be pretty loud and abrasive outside of filming.” He felt he had enough to go off of, so he stopped the test recording and brought it into his editing software, doing as Steve suggested, panning the audio to each ear, and popped his headphones on. He hit play and instantly his face lit up.

“Sound good?”

“Steve… this is amazing, totally brings it up a level. Thank you.” He dropped the files into a TEST bin, saved out the project, and set up for the real thing. “Okay, so I guess I’ll just do my normal intro, introduce you, and then get into it?”

Steve nodded in agreement and turned to face the camera for the intro. It was awkward doing multiple takes without having someone there to film for them, but Eddie was used to it, and eventually, they got there.

“Hey there my little rockstars, it’s me, Eddie Whispers, and today, I’m joined by a very special guest from a kingdom not so far away.”

Steve gave a little wave. “Hey dreamers, it’s your reigning monarch Steve from ASMR KING, and I’m excited to join you guys today.”

Eddie smiled at Steve, he seemed so comfortable on camera even though it was his first time filming for Eddie’s audience. He hoped he’d be as confident for Steve’s video. “As you may know, this is my first collab. Yay!” He waved his hands excitedly. “I’ve always wanted to do this trigger, but it requires a second person. So today, Steve is gonna be my canvas for a little game of back scratch Pictionary.”

“And maybe we can switch it up and I can play?”

Eddie looked at Steve surprised. “Y-yeah dude, for sure, we can cut this out in post, but I’d be down to switch it up near the end.”

“Cool.” They continued rolling as Steve got into place, his back to the camera so the audience could see what Eddie was drawing.

“Steve, may I touch you?”

The breath seemed to get caught in his throat, but he nodded. “Yes Eddie you may.”

Eddie huffed out a laugh and laid his palms on Steve’s back. He gently roved the expanse of it, brushing up and down with his palms to warm him up. “A little something to start us off with, get you nice and relaxed.”

Steve hummed gently, his head lolling to the side. “Dude, this is so nice.”

Eddie’s head slumped forward, almost breaking his character, but keeping it intact to nod. “Is this your first time doing ASMR with someone else too?”

“Mmhmm. Always loved having back rubs growing up, I wouldn’t fall asleep without one for a bit, so this is great.”

“Well Stevie, don’t fall asleep on me just yet, we’ve got a game to play.” Eddie pulled out a plastic chopstick and began to dot Steve’s back with it. “Gonna start drawing on you with my ‘pencil’, try to guess what it is.” He drew a circle right in the middle of Steve’s back with some wavy lines around it, and waited expectantly.

“Is it the sun?”

“Bingo! You’re good at this. Okay next one.” Eddie traced two lines down, and a fluffy feeling blob on top.

“Ummm… is it a thunder cloud?”

“Nope, guess again.”

“A tree?”

“There we go.”

Eddie continued on for another fifteen minutes tracing shapes and words on Steve’s back and making him guess them. In between these, he’d run his hands over his spine, scrape his fingers across his shoulder blades and zigzag back up, acknowledging it wasn’t to be guessed, just to be enjoyed. Steve hummed gratefully, his head starting to slump forward, and his breathing slowing down. “Hey Eds?” He drawled sleepily.

“Hm?”

“D’you wanna switch? I’m about to fall asleep over here.”

Eddie nodded. “Sure man. I’ll stop the camera and we can take a quick break?”

Once the camera stopped, Steve groaned lowly. “My god that felt incredible. I always forget how nice it is to actually feel someone doing that rather than just hearing it.” He swiped his hands over his face a few times and took a sip of water from the bottle beside Eddie’s bed. “OH, I’m so sorry dude, I didn’t even ask if you were okay with us going the other way before I suggested it. We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Eddie shook his head. “No no, it’s fine, that’s fine by me. Here, pass me the mics and I’ll let you fix them?”

They took a few minutes break and attached the mics to Eddie, and soon enough were filming again.

He could feel Steve’s hands lingering over his back, but Steve seemed to stop himself. “Eddie… can I touch you?”

Eddie nodded. Something about the way Steve said those words… Eddie could practically hear the wheels turning in Steve’s mind as his hands made contact with his back. Steve’s touch was gentle as predicted, but firm, and sure, and suddenly Eddie was terrified for what was in store for him when they filmed Steve’s video.

His hands glided over his back like Eddie’s did, but also up and over his shoulders, and again down his arms. This isn’t part of the game a small part of Eddie thought, but a larger part of him hummed in acknowledgment of how nice it felt to be touched like this. Steve repeated his path from the base of Eddie’s spine, up his back, over his shoulders, down his arms and back again a few times before stopping at the nape of his neck.

“Hey Eds,” he whispered in one ear before moving to the other, “I’m just gonna move your hair out of the way.”

Eddie shivered but nodded all the same, and felt Steve’s hands start near his crown and part the hair downwards down the back of his head. His fingers were dull, but the scratch itself was so nice, he let out a shuddering breath as Steve parted his unruly hair and swept it over his shoulders.

He never swore on his channel, so Eddie chose his words carefully. “Dang Stevie, that was nice.”

Steve chuckled lowly, picking up the chopstick and tapping his fingers on it a bit. “Yeah? Hmm I’ll have to remember that for when we film the next one.”

If Eddie thought he was screwed before, he knew he was screwed now.

🎤👑🎧

Steve knew he shouldn’t have, this wasn’t part of the plan for Eddie’s video, but he couldn’t resist getting his fingers in his hair, even for just a minute. It was calling to him, it was unruly and curly, but still so soft.

He picked up the little chopstick, remembering the task at hand, and started tracing words on Eddie’s back. Soft, tap, tingle, he guessed every one of them right, damn Eddie was good at this!

Eddie chuckled lowly, the vibrations of his laugh rumbled beneath Steve’s fingers as he swiped them over his back. “You’re right Stevie, this is really nice.”

Steve leaned in close to the mic near Eddie’s right ear, breathing lowly. “Does it give you tingles?”

He felt a shiver run down Eddie’s spine at that, and Eddie nodded in agreement.

Steve moved to the other ear, dragging his fingers down Eddie’s back again as he whispered a low, seductive, “Good.”

He could feel his King Steve persona coming out again. Steve had no idea what Eddie was doing to him, he wasn’t even on the receiving end this time, but having Eddie all soft and pliant before him made Steve want to take care of him, turn up his charm, make him squirm. But he decided now wasn’t the time and place, he’d save that for his own video.

His own video that he was now rethinking the theme of…

Steve chuckled and kept that thought in the back of his mind for later, forgetting for a minute that he was on camera. He traced a few more words on Eddie’s back before Eddie signalled to him that they should start to wrap it up.

“One more, okay Eds? I’ll spell it out for you.”

Steve moved himself closer to Eddie, using his fingers to trace the words this time instead of the chopstick. He leaned in so his breath could catch the mic, alternating with each word as he traced them on Eddie’s back.

“To… be… continued.”

Eddie laughed lowly, his breath getting caught in his throat from… nervousness? Did Eddie feel the same frenetic energy Steve did when he was close?

He ended his part of the video the same way he started it, sliding his hands up and over Eddie’s back and arms once more, dragging his fingertips and nails softly across his skin and feeling the goosebumps rise.

“Time for an outro?” Eddie whispered, even though he’d cut this bit out, but not wanting to break the sizzling tension.

“Mhm,” Steve hummed, pulling Eddie’s hair back over his shoulders. “Let’s un-mic you.”

The boys untangled the mics from under Eddie’s shirt and took one each, Eddie saying his sweet little goodbye to his viewers, and Steve smiling softly beside him. Eddie’s setup wasn’t anything crazy, so cleaning up and popping his memory card into the computer took no time at all; they sat in silence as Eddie offloaded the footage.

“Sound okay?”

Eddie nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah man, it sounds great. Thanks again for doing this, your channel is like… huge, I really appreciate the exposure.”

Steve chuckled. “I should be thanking you, you’re still like my favourite creator in the community, the fact that we’re collabing is like… crazy exciting.” A light blush coloured Steve’s cheeks. He stood and scratched the back of his neck, moving to leave. “So, uh, I’ve gotta get back, but meet me tomorrow at mine at say two?”

“Two works. Anything you want me to bring?”

“Just yourself. Oh, and maybe if you have any tank tops, one of those?”

Eddie let out a belly laugh, the loudest sound in the room in hours. “Right, I forgot your content is a little more… adult than mine.”

Steve shrugged. “I mean yeah, it is, but you’d also just look great in a tank, show off those arms.” He turned, leaving Eddie stunned. “One more thing actually, maybe I can take you out to dinner after?”

“D-dinner?”

“Yeah, to celebrate and all.”

The older man nodded, his dark curls flopping in front of his eyes, wide and alert. “Y-yeah, sure, dinner, cool. Two pm at yours?”

“Two pm at mine. See ya Eddie.”

Steve’s hands were clammy when he got to his car, but he did it, he successfully asked Eddie out. He was giddy the whole ride home, something Robin immediately noticed.

“What’s up with you dingus?”

“I’m taking Eddie on a date tomorrow.” He smiled, stealing a bite of the pasta she was cooking.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that? Trying to date the guy you listen to before falling asleep like every night? Are you doing this for your own personal ASMR machine?”

“Shit, he’s gonna be here tomorrow to film with me.”

“The studio is already clean—”

“Yeah but it’s not cozy. After dinner can you help me move around some furniture?”

Robin rolled her eyes but agreed all the same. “So what do you have in store for our poor unsuspecting Edward?”

He shrugged. “Nothing crazy, some pretty standard King Steve stuff.”

She laughed full and loud. “Oh so you’re gonna take him out before you even take him out then?”

Steve frowned, trying to look offended. “The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, I just don’t think Eddie is ready for the full force of your online persona.”

“No, I know he’s not ready, this is gonna make for some great content.”

Robin put down the wooden spoon she was holding and took Steve’s hands in hers, going serious for a moment. “Can you stop thinking about work for like a minute so I can ask you something, and can you answer me truthfully?”

That wiped the smile from Steve’s face; it went solemn as he answered. “Of course Robs.”

“You’ve been like obsessed with his videos for a really long time now. Eddie seems like a really nice guy, and I’d hate to… Steve… you didn’t just ask him out so you could get some good King Steve content, did you?”

“What? Robin, you know me, you know I’d never do that, right?”

“I know Steve, but ever since you met him… all you’ve been able to talk about or think about is this stupid video.”

“Robs… Robs no, I think I really like him. I mean, I’m attracted to him, I want him around, he makes me laugh. You weren’t there when we were filming today. The tension, it was…” Steve shook his head, unable to find the right word. “It was electric Robin. I didn’t want today to end, I wanted to keep touching him, I think I wanted to kiss him—”

“Alright loverboy that’s enough from you. I get it. You’re into Eddie. Just be careful, okay?”

“Yes mom.”

That night, the two of them switched up their studio space and replaced Steve’s desk chair with a comfy arm chair. Steve pre-set his camera and got his mics set up in preparation of the next day’s shoot.

He was excited, he was nervous, he was… interested to see how Eddie would react. Not that Steve had planned anything over the top for his video, but Eddie’s work was definitely a lot more conservative; he wondered if filming with Steve might be a shock to his system.

Steve was restless that night, anxious for their shoot, and their date to roll around. He spent the next morning showering and primping himself, he could honestly feel Robin getting tired of him asking if his outfit and his hair and his space looked okay for the shoot.

Two o’clock simultaneously rolled around way too fast and way too slow for Steve’s liking. He wrung his hands together nervously until he heard the doorbell, then he ran taking two steps at a time to catch Eddie before Robin did.

Steve was not emotionally prepared for what lie behind his front door.

Eddie’s curls were wild as always, but he’d tamed them in a way that made them look deliberately messy. His bangs, instead of falling directly into his eyes, were parted a bit in the middle, swooping gently off to each side of his face. His arms were pale, making the black ink of his tattoos stand out even more, and his shirt, Steve thanked the gods for his choice of shirt, his shirt looked like a homemade tank, the sleeves lobbed off and arm holes wide open. Steve gave Eddie a good once over before even saying anything to him, and felt his heart stutter in his chest as their eyes met. Eddie’s big brown gorgeous eyes were rimmed with a thin smattering of black eyeliner.

“Take a picture dude, it’ll last longer.” Eddie winked, and pushed past Steve into the house.

“H-hey man, you look… you look… yeah um that’s perfect.”

What a sight we’ll be. Steve thought. Eddie had never shown this much skin on his own channel, nor had he ever worn makeup. The pretty boy and the rocker was going to be Steve’s best video yet, but he’d really have to keep up with his act, and seeing Eddie standing in front of him, he knew that would be hard.

“Here, let me show you the studio.” Steve dragged him upstairs, bolting past Robin and setting Eddie up in the arm chair in front of the camera.

“So judging on the setup, this isn’t a role-play video?”

Steve shook his head. “Nah, I do it, but it’s not my favourite thing to film by far. It just feels awkward, even if people love it. I figured we’d do a little personal attention? Light touches, hair play, things like that if that’s okay?”

Eddie smiled. “If it’s gonna feel anything like it did yesterday, then I’m more than okay with that.” Steve grinned like the Cheshire Cat and plugged in his mics. “Dude your setup is insane.”

“Thanks man, I usually upgrade with every milestone I hit to keep it interesting. You okay with what I’ve got going on for today? Figured these might pick up some of the whispering, and then these the touches.”

He watched Eddie survey the setup, nodding in approval. “Horny, and smart. You’ve got a good handle on sound, no wonder you have so many subs.”

Steve shook his head, letting out a low chuckle as he turned on his ring light. “Shut up man I’m not that horny.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows but left it at that.

“So um, before we start, is there anything off limits? Like any hard no’s?”

The other man’s eyebrows shot up. Eddie scoffed. “What, like a yes/maybe/no list? Steve, we’re making an ASMR video, not porn.”

“Yeah, yeah I know, but some people don’t like certain triggers or whatever. Just making sure—”

“I’m game for it all, never met a personal attention trigger I didn’t like.”

Eddie’s words calmed Steve a touch. He angled the viewfinder towards him so he could check the framing of the front camera, and back camera, and finally hit record. Eddie jumped a little as he clapped his hands for the sync. “Just stop me if there’s anything you’re uncomfortable with, kay?”

Eddie nodded and kept his eyes on Steve as he found his place behind Eddie. “I trust you Steve.”

Steve touched Eddie’s shoulder in acknowledgement and cleared his throat, ready to begin.

“Hey Dreamers, welcome back to the Kingdom. Thanks for joining me again, I hope you’re having a wonderful morning, afternoon, or night.” Steve’s voice was low and sensual, speaking slowly into the mics by Eddie’s head. “We’ve got a very special guest with us today, would you like to introduce yourself?”

Eddie let out a short breath and smiled. He fluttered his fingers by the mics, rings scraping together softly. “Thanks Steve, I’m Eddie Whispers, but you can just call me Eddie. For all my little rockstars who are subscribed, thanks for joining me on Steve’s channel, and for all Steve’s little rockstars, it’s very, very nice to meet you.”

“So for all of you who didn’t know, Eddie Whispers is actually my favourite ASMR channel.” He pointed to the left. “You can find a link to his channel here, and the video we filmed yesterday here. You’ll love it my dreamers. I’ll also link him in the description because trust me, you’ll want to check him out. Now, onto the video. Remember kids, consent is sexy. Eddie, can I touch you?”

🎤🎸🎧

Eddie could feel his cheeks heating up, the implications of what they were talking about earlier mixed with Steve’s wording really had his mind running wild. He nodded, praying the camera wouldn’t pick up his blush.

“Use your words, sweetheart. Can I touch you?”

His breath caught in his throat. But he managed to choke out a soft “Yes Steve.”

“Good boy.” And then Steve’s hands were on him. He started at Eddie’s shoulders, gently dragging his fingers over the exposed skin there before trailing down his arms the way he had yesterday. It really was heavenly, Eddie was on cloud nine. “How’s that feel?”

Eddie nodded, his eyes falling shut as Steve picked up one of his hands. “Mmmm, really good.” Steve held one of Eddie’s hands, and gently ran his other fingers over the palm. He traced up and down Eddie’s fingers then flipped the hand to trace over the back of it. It was an odd feeling, but nice, strangely intimate having Steve hold his hand, touching it so softly. Steve dropped his hand back down to the armrest of the chair and trailed back up Eddie’s arms.

“Doing okay there, Eds?”

He nodded lazily. “Yeah, s’nice.”

“Good, great, perfect.” Steve whispered into the mics, alternating sides, eventually repeating ‘perfect’ while he stroked Eddie’s shoulders once more.

Eddie’s long curly locks brushed over Steve’s knuckles, and it didn’t take him long to start brushing through the ends of it, eventually working his way up to the scalp. Eddie shivered when Steve’s nails grazed his scalp, feeling like every nerve was a live wire, hell bent on electrocuting him. And then, as quickly as they were there, they were gone.

“Hey dude, how do you feel about the orgasmatron?”

Eddie’s eyes shot open as he choked out a nervous laugh. “The wh-what now?”

Steve shook his head. “Just close your eyes, I think you’ll like it.”

Eddie had to remember that this was going on youtube, it couldn’t actually be anything pornographic if Steve was going to monetize it. He didn’t even have time to think about what the orgasmatron could possibly be when he felt something touch his head, something that lit up every nerve ending in his scalp. He gasped, tingles trailing down his spine as he went rigid. His mouth dropped open, and he let out a soft whimper, letting his neck go lax.

“You okay man?”

“Y-yeah dude, holy shit. Holy shit that’s intense.”

“Too much? What’s your colour, baby?”

Eddie didn’t want to shake his head, worried the sensation of the whisk-like contraption in his hair would make him let out another string of embarrassing sounds. “No, nah, green, it’s perfect.”

He didn’t even think about how Steve asked him that, or how quickly he responded as if he were responding to a lover during sex. Eddie couldn’t see Steve, but he just knew Steve had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face behind him. The little wires scraped his scalp methodically as Steve pulled it through his hair, up and down, tiny sighs leaving Eddie’s lips as it went. His arms erupted in goosebumps, goosebumps that rose even higher as Steve’s fingers grazed over them slowly.

“Good boy. You’re so sensitive, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh, it’s so good.”

He could feel Steve coming closer again, lips at his ear as he whispered. “Well can’t have too much of a good thing now, can we?”

Steve removed the wire contraption from Eddie’s hhairt awnd brushracing as Steve worked through his hair. The way his fingers gently brushthrough it gently again with his fingers, and eventually got a flat wooden brush out. He pulled it through the knots, Eddie not even phased as he was way past relaxed and practically goo in Steve’s capable hands. His scalp was still so sensitive, nerves firing on all cylinders after the wonder that was the orgasmatron. He was so incredibly relaxed, but his ear as he whispered. “Well can’t have too much of a good thing now, can we?”

“Hey Eds?”

“Hmm?”

Steve chuckled in his ear, apparently noticing the slight crack in Eddie’s voice. “Mind if I put your hair up for a bit?”

“Not at all, go ahead my liege.”

Eddie could practically feel Steve shaking his head at him as he gathered his hair into a neat bun at the top of his head. He smoothed the flyaways, eliciting shivers from Eddie, until his neck was bare. Steve kept running his fingers up the nape of Eddie’s neck into his hairline giving Eddie tingles like he’d never experienced in his life. The scraping of Steve’s fairly dull nails was glorious, making him finally understand the meaning of the phrase ‘hurts so good’.

“Look at that.” Steve whispered into the mic. “You’re all pretty and red for me baby.” The last line whispered directly into his ear. Eddie’s breath hitched, but Steve didn’t move away like he had before. Instead, he moved even closer, puckered lips a hair’s breadth away from Eddie’s ear, and let out a soft kiss.

Eddie bit his lip as Steve’s lips grazed his ear, dragging up the shell of it and making him burn hot and red.

“S-Steve…”

Steve’s chuckle was no more than a breath of air huffed between them through a smile. “Would you like me to keep going?”

“Please.”

🎤👑🎧

Having the go ahead from Eddie drove Steve wild. This time he didn’t hesitate, fully committing to kissing the shell of Eddie’s ear over and over.

Steve had never filmed anything like this. Most of his videos were totally scripted, each minute carefully crafted to toe the line between sweet and seductive; but now he knew that had been thrown out the door as he jumped off the cliff right into sensual territory with his guest. This wasn’t planned, he swears all he had planned for this video was actually just personal attention, but all bets were off the second Eddie started straight up whimpering minutes earlier. He had no idea how this would affect either of them, and over.

He was running on pure instinct now, kissing down the shell of Eddie’s ear to his lobe, pulling that between his lips. Steve’s tongue joined the mix, flicking over his earlobe once, and tracing a slick path down his neck. Eddie seemed to love that; his jaw went slack and he let out a breathy “Mmm f-fuck” when Steve bit down ct either of them, and over.

Eddie’s voice was something straight out of a wet dream. He was so responsive, so pliant in Steve’s hands, tilting his neck to give Steve better access to kiss up his neck back to his ears. He moved to Eddie’s other side doing the same thing, lightly kissing down his ears, pulling his earlobe between his lips and sucking, licking down his neck, biting his shoulder, and back again, this time stopping at his earlobe. Steve pulled skin between his teeth, scraping at it lightly as he tugged and let it go, turning his attention back to his neck. He found a spot that made Eddie whimper again and went at it full force. “S-shit Steve, your mouth…”

“Yeah sweetheart? Feel good?”

“Uh huh…”

Steve pulled back a foot, turning Eddie’s face towards his. The spot he’d been working at was now blooming purple and red, a bruise forming, something he’d not planned on doing.

“Shit, Eddie, your neck—”

“Steve—”

“—I’m sorry, I never meant to—”

“Steve—”

“—I feel like I’ve—”

“Steve! Please… don’t make me beg for it.”

Eddie’s face was beet red, but his eyes were unwavering when they met Steve’s again. A flutter ran through his belly, propelling him forward, as his lips finally met Eddie’s in a heated kiss.

He couldn’t help but feel that everything was leading up to this. His crush on Eddie now felt like an intense burn as their lips parted only to meet again immediately. The soft drag of Eddie’s tongue against Steve’s drew sounds from him he hadn’t made in ages, making him feel things beyond what he’d ever felt with another person. Eddie felt good, Eddie felt right, and he didn’t want this to end. But all good things come to an end eventually.

Neither of them heard the near silent click of the door opening, nor did they hear Robin’s gentle “Hey dingus…” but they did her her loud “oh for fuck’s sake!”

The two pulled away, totally unable to hide what was just happening.

“Shit, Robbie, what the hell!”

“Are you two idiots still filming this? What kind of video are you making?”

Eddie bit his lip, holding the giggle threatening to bubble over while Steve rolled his eyes.

“I think this may be my fault…” Eddie started.

“No, this is totally his fault,” she pointed at Steve, “happy for you, but this horny asshole has been waiting to get his hands on you—”

“Robin!”

Eddie’s head whipped around to look at Steve. “Wait, really?”

“Well, yeah Eddie. I told you I liked you—”

“You told me you liked my videos.”

Steve’s shoulders dropped. “Yeah I like those too, but you… is that okay?”

“Is that okay, oh my god Steve that’s more than okay. I’m like stupidly into you and very har—”

“THAT’S MY CUE TO LEAVE.” Robin stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

Steve let out a full belly laugh and sat on the arm of the chair Eddie was occupying. “You were gonna say very hard, right? Or did I just mishear that?”

“Are you gonna make me say it?”

He cocked his eyebrow and shimmied his shoulders. “Do I make ya horny, baby?”

Eddie collapsed back into the chair, pushing himself as low as he could go without falling off. “That was a horrible Austin Powers impression. I can’t believe you gave me a boner on fucking camera.”

Steve bent down and left a wet smack of a kiss on Eddie’s cheek. “Don't worry babe, your secret is safe with me. But um… yeah… this is still recording.”

“Fuck, I’m so sorry Steve, we’ll have to re-film—“

“Why?”

Eddie blinked up at him. “Because… because we can’t put that on youtube…”

“Yeah we can… there’s this wonderful little thing called editing, ever heard of it?”

“So… so you’re okay with everything else then, like everything before the kiss?”

Steve shrugged. “You’ve seen my content, there’s worse out there. I’m fine if you’re fine with it, and we can set it to 18+ if it’s too much. But if you’re not—”

“Stevie… as long as you cut out the kiss, I’m fine with it. But that… I want that to be ours.”

He smiled at Eddie and took his hand, brushing the knuckle with his thumb. “Of course sweetheart; I know Robbie kind of ruined it, but that kiss will always just be for us.”

Steve noticed the glint in Eddie’s eyes as the older man found is confidence and kissed Steve once more. “How the hell am I supposed to keep my hands off you long enough to finish this video?”

He smirked. “I mean, I don’t have cuffs, but I’ve got ties if we really wanna go there—”

“You’re killing me man!” Eddie flopped back in the chair once again. “Focus Stevie, finish the video so I can finally touch you.”

“Okay, okay, okay, right. I-I can put a cross dissolve in there somewhere. Ear eating and kisses aren’t a weird trigger, people do it all the time, we can just… pick it up somewhere?”

“Yeah… yeah okay… okay cool that’s good.”

Steve nodded and looked into the camera awkwardly, unable to hide his blush. “Uh… take two I guess?”

He moved back behind Eddie and pressed his lips to the faint purple spot, leaving himself enough time for the fade before trailing back up his neck with kisses. Once again, he nibbled at Eddie’s ear while his fingers trailed over his jaw and collarbone, tracing the bone beneath his skin.

“How’re you feeling, nice and relaxed now?”

“Y-yeah, s’nice Stevie.” Eddie sounded blissed out, but Steve knew that was partially an act to match the energy of where they were before the kiss.

“Good job baby. Gonna say goodbye to all our friends now?”

He nodded, a sleepy smile on his lips as he waved into the camera.

Steve chuckled. “I think we wore down our new friend here.”

🎤🎸🎧

Eddie could barely hear Steve do his outro. The blood in his veins swooshing in his ears was the only thing he heard, his heart beating erratically the only thing he felt. That had really just happened. Not only did Steve have Eddie hard in his jeans from being an absolute tease and seductress on camera, but he made Eddie put his heart on the line, and even more shockingly, reciprocated his feelings.

“Eds, you okay baby?”

Eddie shook his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts long enough to glance at Steve stopping the recording. “Yeah, yeah, it’s just been quite the afternoon.”

Steve chuckled and bent down to peck Eddie on the lips. “I meant what I said, okay? I like you, when I take you for dinner later, I want it to be a date.”

“I meant what I said too, I’m stupidly into you, and incredibly hard so we may want to wait a bit while I think of naked grandmas or something before we leave this house—”

“Eddie—”

He let out a snort. “I’m kidding. Well I’m not really, I do actually have a problem below deck, but I like you too, okay? And I’d be thrilled to date you, like properly with all the wooing and shit.”

“What, you weren’t wooed enough when I spent twenty minutes sucking on your ears?”

Eddie laughed a big belly laugh, slumping over in his seat, tears coming to his eyes. “Hot, talented, and funny, how the hell did I land you again?”

“Beats me, you put me to sleep every time you speak.”

He kissed Steve slowly, savouring the taste of him on his lips. “Oh but you love it baby, don’t you?”

Steve smiled. “Yeah, yeah I do.”

🎤👑🎸🎧

The videos were an instant hit. Both go viral in the ASMR community hitting a million views in under a week, the fastest any of Steve’s videos had hit a million views. Eddie was overwhelmed by how much love they’d been getting on both their channels (and was a little more than overwhelmed by how much love he was getting specifically on Steve’s video).

Steve considered it an accomplishment how many hateful comments he’d gotten about how sexual his video was. He labelled it for possible mature content, even adding ✨spicy✨and 18+ to the title, but people always wanted to be mad about something.

“Hey Stevie…” Eddie started. They’d been dating now for four months, continuing to do their channels solo, but each making guest appearances in the other’s video every once and a while. “What do you think about maybe doing a joined channel? So we can do our collabs there and not have to worry about always filming a video for each of our channels?”

Steve cocked his head. “I think that’s a great idea. Three channels between the two of us to keep it simple? Then we can have our own guests and do our own things separately too. Eddie that’s brilliant.”

Eddie was glad Steve was receptive to the idea, but he looked like he had something else on his mind. His gaze was faraway, and he looked… nervous.

“Actually Eddie, this works out perfectly. For me anyways… I was gonna ask… I mean you don’t have to, I know you’re totally happy and free where you are now, but…” He pushed his hair back out of his eyes.

“Stevie, what is it?”

“I know it’s early, but I was gonna ask if you wanted to move in with me.”

He raised his eyebrows in shock. That was the last thing he thought Steve would want to ask him. He was right, it was early in their relationship, but Eddie knew he felt forever about Steve, he knew it from the moment they’d made eye contact months ago by the front door.

“Really? You… you’d want me here with you?”

“Of course baby. I love you, I always want you around.”

Eddie jumped into Steve’s lap, wrapping his arms around his neck, and he kissed him soundly.

“I-is that a yes?”

Rolling his eyes, Eddie shoved Steve lightly and smiled. “Of course you idiot, I love you too, and I’d love to move in with you.”

Steve’s eyes lit up at his boyfriend’s response. The kiss he planted on Eddie was more on his teeth than his lips because of how widely he’d been smiling. But still, it was perfect.

In his wildest dreams, he could have never imagined he’d actually meet one of his favourite people. He’d never believed in soulmates, but Steve knew that if they existed, Eddie was his. His life had completely changed in the months he’d known Eddie, and Steve never wanted to look back at what it was like before. Eddie was his; his partner in creating, partner in crime, partner in life, he was ready for Eddie to be there by his side every second of the day for the rest of their lives.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things fic #steddie fic #asmr AU #my writing

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ᔕᑌᗰᗰᗩᖇY: You and Peter have always been very flirty and touchy with each other. You chalked it up to just how he is, not that you minded. But what happens when Peter gets hit with Hydra’s infamous sex pollen and all he seems to be doing is moaning your name.

ᗯᗩᖇᑎIᑎGᔕ: smut of course lol 18+ (virgin kink?, first time!reader, experienced!Peter, etc, unprotected sex cuz i forgot to write that lol be safe though, and a digusting amount of fluff)

ᗩ/ᑎ: (non/dub con as per usual with sex pollen fics) although i tried to make as consensual as possible

ᗯOᖇᗪ ᑕOᑌᑎT: 4.0k (i’m so sorry this is so long lmao)

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“We’re back!” Tony shouted, his voice echoing in the building. They had gone on a mission to infiltrate yet another Hydra base.

Peter was currently sitting and watching television and you were watching from the kitchen making two drinks for you and Peter. You both looked to the team walking in before scurrying beside Bruce and Tony who walked straight into the lab.

“What did you get this time?” you asked excitedly. Sometimes the team brings back really cool things back from missions and in particular the Hydra missions have the coolest things. Unusually, Thor too walked in the lab before you all circled around the table and Tony placed a plant.

He backs away as did Bruce and Thor so after looking at Peter with wide eyes you both also stepped back.

“What is it?” Peter whispered.

“A plant,” Thor said.

“Not shit, Goldilocks. What does it do? You told us to take home, now what?” Tony said.

“Well, Man of Iron, it’s a sex pollen plant.”

“A what?” you gasped.

“Most planets use this as a sort of breeding plant; some species don’t really have the… stamina that Midgardians and Asgardians have.”

As Thor explained this, Tony and Bruce huddle away from the plant moving towards the computer to write down notes and data about what Thor was telling them. You followed pursuit also being intrigued by it.

Unfortunately Peter did not follow and instead moved closer to the plant to take a closer look. The flower was beautiful. The petals were a soft shade of periwinkle and the pollen was yellow almost like gold. The same shade of golden yellow dust swirled around the flower itself. It was hypnotizing. He really wanted to smell it.

Suddenly as Peter got closer just to give it a quick sniff, he could smell an almost overbearing amount of your scent. That delicious scent of vanilla and lavender that you smelled so nicely of. That scent that made Peter want to run his hands through your hair and his nose along your neck.

“One thing you should never do is inhale its pollen, if one does it could heighten their desires into madness.”

Peter looked up with wide eyes knowing he just did something he probably shouldn't have done.

“What desires exactly?” Bruce asked.

“Well, sex.”

Peter started coughing.

“Pete are you ok?” you asked walking up to him.

He looked you in your eyes and his own dilated insanely. You backed away slightly concerned for your friend only for him to take a step closer to you. The lab coated with silence analyzing his behavior since it was so unlike him. Tony got up from sitting on a stool and Thor puffed his chest anticipating his next move; he was certain the boy breathed in the plant’s pollen.

“It smelled just like you,” he whispered close to your face; his hands reaching under your shirt slightly.

The minute he put his hands on you, all three men ran you and Peter. Bruce pulled you behind him while Tony and Thor grabbed Peter dragging him away from you. You felt hot after what Peter had just done; in front of people too. He thrashed in Thor’s and Tony’s grasp, groaning and shouting from them to let him go.

You felt tears brimming your eyes. You did not like Peter like this. He was crying and begging to be with you, which you’ll admit surprised you.

“What’s happening to him?” you asked from behind Banner.

“The boy seems to have inhaled the pollen as I said not to do.”

“Yeah I get that! Why is he crying? Is he hurt?” you asked.

“Not exactly, the pollen will affect his mind and simulate pain as if he were to die, but his body will be perfectly fine.”

“What?” you all said at the same time.

“How do we fix it?” Tony asked.

“Y/n, baby. Please,” Peter practically moaned making everyone kind of uncomfortable.

“Well, the only way I’m aware of is, well, sex. And it seems like Peter desires the young lady,” you eyes widened and you shifted under everyone’s stares.

“No, no way,” Tony said; you were like a daughter to Tony and therefore boys were something he wasn’t too keen on the idea of you having. He still thinks you’re too young even though you’re already a consenting adult.

“Tony, the boy-”

“No, I’m not letting Y/n do that. We’ll find a different cure. Take him to his room and don’t let him out.”

“Tony, are you sure about this?” Bruce asked Tony.

“Yes I’m sure, Banner. There’s no way in hell I’m putting her in that situation. It’s not fair. Now come on, more time talking, less time finding a cure.”

“Technically there’s already a cure,” Thor muttered.

“Go!” Tony pushed him out.

“Is he gonna be ok?” you softly asked, hearing his cries and screams for you as Thor took him to is room.

“He’s gonna be alright, bug,” Tony said, hugging you.

Steve and Nat both walked in the lab after changing out of their clothes concerned with all the screaming they had been hearing.

“What happened?” Nat asked.

“Thor had us bring this plant home for analysis and turns out this shit makes anyone who smells the pollen horny as hell.”

“Really? Come on Tony, we heard the kid crying and screaming. What’s really going on?” Steve didn’t believe him at first.

“He wants to… have sex,” Bruce said shyly.

“Wait really?” Nat asked.

“With who?” Steve hesitantly asked curiously.

Tony and Bruce simply look at you, which you curled into yourself feeling embarrassed.

“Oh no, honey are you ok? Did he do anything?” Nat asked, holding your hand.

“I’m fine, I’m just worried about him.”

“Don’t. We’ll fix this I promise,” Tony said getting to work.

Well now it’s been 8 hours and Peter is still crying and moaning your name. You had been in Nat's room with her, Steve, and Bucky. Sam and Thor had been outside ‘patrolling’ Peter’s room making sure he was as ok as he can be, though it’s been proven that he seems to be in excruciating pain.

Tony and Bruce had been in the lab the entire day, you’d think they made wonderful progress and found a cure by now but no. All they’ve found was normal samples of Peter’s… everything. He was physically perfectly fine.

You were very quiet as they played video games and watched movies. You couldn’t help but feel burdened because you knew you could fix all of this. All you needed to do was go to Peter’s room and let him have his way with you. It’s not like you wouldn’t mind. You and Peter have always had this sort of tension and extra friendly behavior between you guys ever since you met.

To say you hadn’t developed feelings for him would be a huge lie.

“Are you ok?” Nat asked you.

“No, not really.”

“I know you want to help him but it’s for the better. Let Tony and Bruce find a cure.”

“Actually that won’t be happening anytime soon,” Thor said, walking with Sam.

“What happened?” Steve asked.

“They haven’t found anything and although Peter will be physically fine, mentally he could be extremely traumatized by the time they find something, if anything. The pollen mimics physical pain until sexual ‘needs’ are fulfilled by the person they desire most,” Thor looked to you at the end.

“I want to help him,” you said.

“Y/n, that’s not fair to you,” Steve said.

“And it’s not fair to Peter if I don’t help! He didn’t mean to smell the flower. I can't just sit here waiting for nothing to happen when I can go in there and help him!” you argued, “If I don’t, he’ll not only hate you for keeping me away from him but me too for not trying.”

“Don’t be silly, he’d never hate you,” Nat said.

“He will if I’m the reason he’s going to be traumatized for the rest of his life.”

“Come with me,” Nat said, holding your hand.

“Nat,” Steve warned.

“Steve, you and I both know this has to happen. They’re adults,” Nat shot back.

You followed Nat out of the room.

“Are you absolutely sure about this? Your first time should be special-”

“First time?” your eyes widen.

“Y/n, I know you're a virgin.”

“I’m not a virgin,” you mumbled.

“Really? When was your first?” she poked.

“It was- was in, it was high school,” you stuttered.

“With who?”

“... Tommy?” you said after a long moment of silence, trying to come up with a name.

“Tommy?” Nat smirked.

“Yeah, he was in my history class,” you lied.

“Ok we’ll work on that,” she said.

“On what?”

“Lying.”

“Hey, virginity is merely a social construct made by men who think their tiny dicks have the ability to change a woman’s life. It’s gonna be like a five second pump; I’ll be in and out,” Nat laughed at that.

“Ok, fine. Follow me.”

You followed her to Peter’s room where his moans and groans got louder with each step you got closer. Truthfully you were a bit nervous about the situation. Sure you did imagine your first to be extra special in a dim lit room with flowers and with someone you love. Well, now it looks like it’s going to be a dark room with your best friend who’s in the room driven by magic sex pollen, but at least you love him.

You got to the door and Peter instantly knew you were on the other side. His senses overwhelmed him with your scent, your racing heart beat. You exchanged a few words with Nat before she hugged you and left you to go into his room alone.

You slipped inside and immediately met with Peter crawling on the floor to you in nothing but a pair of boxers; a large prominent tent formed where his dick was.

“Y/n, you’re here,” he rubbed your legs and kissed your thighs softly still on the floor at your feet.

“Yeah, I am. I’m here to help you,” you said shakily.

“Oh god, you smell so good,” his hand reached up behind your thighs towards your ass and you panicked.

“Peter wait,” you pulled his hand away.

“What, baby? What’s wrong?” he too panicked.

“Nothing, I just… I’m kinda scared.”

“Of what? Of me?” he stood up and backed away from you.

“No! Not of you. I’ve never… done this, you know?”

“Y/n, why are doing this then- ugh!” he groaned, a wave of need and sexual frustration rushed over him making his body cramp.

“I want to help you,” you grabbed his hand; he pulled his hand back very quickly and retracted his body over to the bed.

“Peter, please let me help you,” you walked over to him.

“No, Y/n. I can’t do that to you.”

You were getting tired of his arguing. You wanted to do this. You rushed to him and took your shirt off hoping that’ll prove a point or something.

“Look, look. I want to help you, Pete. Let me do that,” you cupped his face making him look at you.

His eyes were so dilated nearly black as he looked into your eyes. His hands caressed your bare stomach and lower back making goosebumps rise across your body. He leaned forward running his nose along your neck breathing you in. He used every ounce of control he had in his body to not flip you on the bed rail you into the mattress. He had to be gentle. The idea of you never have been touched shouldn't have turned him on as much as it does.

Your stomach fluttered and you let out a shaky breath. Arousal pooled in your underwear with each move that Peter made. Your hands rested on his shoulders unsure of what to do but thankfully Peter moved your hands in his hair and you gently ran your fingers through his curly brown locks as he kissed and nibbled at your neck.

He moved your bra strap down your shoulder tracing his lips along your collarbone to your shoulder.

“I'm so sorry, baby,” he whispered against your skin.

“It’s ok Pete, I want to help you. Teach me. Teach me how to make you feel good.”

He practically growled picking you up and laying you on his bed. He kissed your stomach and left small bites and purple marks littered across your belly. He looked at you to make sure you were ok before pulling your shorts down your legs and off to the side. He continued to kiss up and down your legs growing harder at the small pants and gasps you made above him.

“I'm gonna give you a little taste, ok darling?” he whispered against your inner thighs.

You nodded and lifted your hips off the bed for Peter to easily take your underwear off. You grew embarrassed at how wet you were. Peter only chuckled before going in a licking along your entrance. You gasped and clenched your thighs together, only to wrap around Peter’s head pulling him closer to you.

This isn’t Peter’s first time eating a girl out so he was obviously quite skilled in bringing you a lot of pleasure from his tongue alone. Now in his twenties, after high school and after his identity was revealed, Peter somewhat tumbled his way into playboy town just like his mentor.

Girls left and right shot their chance to spend a night in the spider boy’s bed. But when Peter met you, oh boy, the kid fell in love. You were this innocent little thing that Peter just wanted to hold and take care of all the time. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He stopped seeing other women in hopes that one day you’d be out of your mind enough to give him a shot.

Now here you were, laying in his bed like an angel, letting him have his way with you because he was shithead and smelled the flower when he wasn’t supposed to.

Your hips squirmed around, pressure building up in the pit of your stomach. You moaned loudly as you got closer to your oragsm. Your hands went to Peter’s hair making him hum when you tugged on his hair. His vibrations pushed over the edge and you came for the first time that night on Peter’s face.

“God that was hot, baby. Are you ok?” he asked, crawling up your body after discarding his boxers.

“Yeah, that was amazing,” you cupped his face, smiling.

He leaned down and kissed you for the first time ever. His hands roamed your almost naked body except for your bra of which you still had on. Not for long of course. Peter leaned back to sit up pulling you with him so you were now sitting straddling his lap.

You could feel his dick against you and your body shuddered in arousal. His hands wrapped around you to skillfully remove your bra, the last piece of clothing left on you. When he did so you covered yourself in instinct never having been naked in front of anyone before in your life.

“Don’t cover up princess. You’re so beautiful. I wanna see you,” he whispered, cupping his hand under your chin so you could look at him.

“Sorry, it’s- It’s a lot,” you whispered back.

“I know and I’ll try to go slow but if I’m not inside you right now I think I’m gonna pass out,” he moaned.

You looked down in between your bodies to find Peter’s dick big, swollen, and red. You felt bad because you don’t know if it’ll fit inside you and it looks painful.

“Please, Yn,” Peter had tears in eyes begging for you to take the pain away.

“Ok, I’m ready.”

Peter grabbed his cock and lined up to your entrance. You got up and slowly sank down feeling him stretching you out. With how aroused and wet you were after Peter’s mouth you were able to slide all the way down without feeling too much pain.

Peter moaned when he bottomed out and grabbed your face you kiss passionately. You moved slowly up and down and soon all the pain you felt subsided into pleasure and you too started moaning above him.

“You look so fucking good riding me, princess.”

His words made you moan even more embarrassed that everyone can probably hear you and Peter having sex. You bit your lip in hopes to silence the moans as much as possible, but Peter didn’t like that.

“Don’t. I want everyone in this building to know who fucking you this good,” he flipped you over onto you back and started thrusting wildly.

“Let them know what a good little girl you are for daddy. Let them know who’s name you’re gonna be screaming all night.”

“Peter oh god,” you moaned.

“Huh? You like it when I call you a good girl?”

“Yes!”

“My good girl. My little slut,” Peter groaned in your ear.

You were getting insanely close to your climax and Peter’s words only sped up the approach.

“Daddy, I think I’m close,” you whispered, pleasure becoming overwhelming.

“Let go baby. Cum all over my cock,” he said.

Your oragsm ripped through you and you practically screamed into his ear. Pleasure came over you in a huge wave. Your eyes screwed shut and your legs wrapped around Peter’s torso pulling him impossibly close. Your body felt limp under Peter’s and when you opened your eyes Peter's face held worrisome and frustration.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“I haven’t came,” his voice trembled.

“It’s ok. We can keep going,” you said tiredly.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he buried his face in your neck.

“You won’t hurt me, Peter. I promise.”

He kissed softly before gently flipping you over and thrusted into furiously.

Six hours later Peter finally came after you did so nine times; and that was before you stopped counting. Your body shook and Peter cleaned you up. He had a small fridge where he kept drinks from time to time and grabbed a water bottle for you to drink.

You breathed heavily after drinking a copious amount of water before laying back down. You turned to check the clock on his bedside and saw that it was around three thirty in the morning. Peter crawled into bed with you, both still naked not caring enough to change. He held you impossibly close, burying his face in your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry. Are you ok?” he mumbled in your skin.

“I mean it was a lot,” you chuckled.

“I swear if it weren’t for that stupid fucking pollen our first time would have been softer and special,” he said, making you look at him with surprise.

“What do you mean?”

“Uh, well, look. Y/n, I really like you and I know that timing is horrible but it’s true. I promise.”

“Well, I like you too,” you smiled at him.

“Really?”

“Yeah!”

“Wow. God, you’re amazing. Thank you for today,” he whispered, cuddling you close.

“Of course. I’d do anything for you.”

You both fell asleep soundly in each other's arms until you both woke up the next day from loud yet muffled voices downstairs. The sun was shining very bright, lighting the whole room up brightly. You stirred around and peeked over Peter’s sleeping body to find that it was around noon already and you two were still in bed.

Peter moved a bit slowly waking up. You turned around to face and watched his beautiful face slowly come to life. His eyes met your eyes and you both smiled before bursting into giggles; hiding your face in his chest.

“We’ll have to get up soon, you know,” he said, making you sigh dramatically.

“Let’s run away, before they make fun of us. They had to have heard, right?” you said, slightly panicked.

Peter just laughed and shook his head. He reached to kiss you, moving your hair off your neck eyes widening.

“Oh man,” he said, thumb rubbing the dark spots he left on you.

“What?” You pushed the sheets off your body feeling intensely sore. You heard Peter gasped as you trotted to a mirror.

Your body was covered in bruises and hickeys that Peter left for literally everyone to see. When you looked in the mirror you yelled Peter’s name completely shocked at the state of your body.

“I can’t believe you!”

“Well, in my opinion I think you looking fucking sexy,” he said coming up behind you.

“I like them,” you said shyly, “But everyone’s gonna see them, no?”

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen next time.”

“Next time?”

“Hell yeah. Only if you want of course,” he chuckled, “Let’s take a shower before we grab some food.”

That was filled with giggles and little touches. Kisses were exchanged practically every minute. You both came out of the shower and Peter so generously lent you a pair of clean boxers and one of his shirts fitting way too big on you. He wore these delicious looking grey sweatpants and a tight fitted black shirt. You practically drooled over him.

“No, later,” he winked.

He grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers before heading down stairs preparing for what could be an upcoming disaster. You came down stairs meeting everyone appearing to be arguing probably over what you did. Everyone noticed you two and immediately stopped conversing.

Tony sat on a stool, arms crossed and an unamused look staring at you both while everyone else looked down or at each other, anywhere at but you guys.

“Before you say anything, everything that happened is my fault,” Peter pulled you behind him.

Tony simply looked at you and made you feel shy and ashamed somewhat under his gaze. He told you to stay away and you didn’t listen.

“Don’t even look at her. She has nothing to do with this,” he said when Tony shifted his gaze.

“Relax, kid. Look we all talked. Thor told me about the effects the pollen can have mentally and the trauma it can impact when ‘untreated’ for too long. We weren’t going to find a cure anytime soon and I don’t even want to think about the consequences you’d have to pay because I'm a stubborn old man who didn’t like seeing the kids not be kids anymore. You both are adults and I had no right to interfere with that. Besides everyone knows you two are in love.”

“We’re not in love,” Peter mumbled.

“Love is such a strong word,” you mumbled simultaneously.

“Don’t argue with me,” Tony said.

“Sorry,” you both whispered.

“I’m sorry,” he admitted.

“We also agreed that starting today we will be installing soundproofing in both of your rooms and Y/n, maybe put some ice on…” he pointed to your neck but then waved around your whole body because you were pretty beaten up.

“Thanks, guys,” Peter said holding your hand again.

“Congrats on getting the girl finally,” Steve said.

Before you two left you saw Nat wink at you and you smiled running away with Peter most likely to go cuddle and maybe fuck another round if your body feels better. As much as you hate to admit, thank god Peter smelled that fucking plant.

#peter parker #peter parker smut #peter parker oneshot #peter parker one shot #aged!up peter parker #peter parker sex pollen #sex pollen #tom holland #tom holland smut #marvel smut

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yikesharringrove · 4 years ago

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Steve being THAT BITCH and making an OnlyFans in college. He needs the cash since he ended up getting disowned by his dad (FUCK Mr. Harrington) It gets spread to the whole school and Billy ends up signing up and donating to him as a joke at first to look at his pics but then he sees one picture of him in a corset and is hea over heels. Possibly ends in smut? But definitely Billy asking him out at a party

modern au, they all met in college

Also fuck Bella Thorne. Sex work is work and she ruined OnlyFans for so many people. Just in case anyone was wondering where I’m at.

“Wait, who?” Billy blew smoke out towards Tommy as he asked, brows scrunching.

Tommy took the joint from him, taking another hit before answering.

“Steve Harrington. He was in that basic writing class we both took. He always asked like, really dumb questions.”

Billy thinks he can remember him. He remembers big dark eyes and long legs.

“He made an OnlyFans?”

“Carol said his dad like, kicked him out, or cut him off or something.”

That reverberated around Billy’s head for awhile.

He always knew he’d be on his own when he graduated high school, saved up accordingly.

But something about Harrington’s situation didn’t totally sit right with him.

So when he got back to his dorm, high as a fucking kite, he pulled up OnlyFans, and made an account.

He thought, hey, I’ll send this kid some money. Leave one of his stupid questions as a memo.

The worse thing that happens is he looks at a pretty cute boy’s nudes.

Not exactly a bad thing to happen.

He looked up Steve Harrington, scrolling through a few accounts until he found the big brown eyes he was looking for.

Steve was fucking hot, hotter than Billy remembers from two semesters ago.

His profile picture was good, he was sucking on a lollipop like it was a dick, his hair messy and eyes all sultry.

He had a few options.

Becoming a fan was only ten bucks a month, but he had some pay per view nudes too.

Billy entered his credit card information for the $30 one.

His brain short circuited.

He doesn’t really know what he was expecting, but he doesn’t think it was this.

Steve was lounging all pretty on a dorm bed, wrapped up in a black satin corset, and nothing else.

His dick was hard, angling up towards the corset, flushed red.

Billy stared at the photo. He clicked out of it, buying the $50 picture.

He didn’t care that he was probably gonna blow his last paycheck on this guy, especially didn’t care when the image came into view.

Steve was still in that fucking corset, but now he was kneeling in profile to the camera.

His head was thrown back, his long neck artfully exposed. His cock was still hard, an angry red, but now he was reaching behind himself, two fingers buried in his ass.

Billy was fucking hard.

He paid for the monthly membership price.

And there was access to Steve’s pictures.

He had lots of lingerie pics, obviously had a good quality camera, as the pictures were all well done, with nice lighting and all that shit.

He had several of himself just wearing little panties, some of him in full sets of pretty lingerie.

Billy scrolled through his account, getting back to the pay per view at the bottom.

There was one video, fifteen minutes long, that was $150.

Riding my biggest dildo :)

Billy paid for it.

It opened with Steve sucking on the dildo, moaning and gagging on it.

Billy couldn’t get his dick out fast enough.

He moved back from the camera a bit, wiping at the drool running down his chin, setting the dildo on the floor. He was wearing nothing but a little skirt. It didn’t even cover his ass.

It was pretty big, probably four inches in diameter.

Once Steve had gotten it settled on it’s suction base, he bent over, pulling his cheeks apart and exposing his hole to the camera.

“Already prepped myself. Fingered myself for a while, but I didn’t let myself cum.” Billy’s cock kicked in his hand. He stroked over the head, squeezing it slightly.

And then Steve swung one leg to settle himself over the toy, and pushed down slowly.

He moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he took the whole thing. Billy jerked himself a little faster.

“Feels so good. I love being stretched open like this.” He started bouncing shallowly, his hard dick easily visible in the tiny skirt.

He was bracing himself on the floor in front of him, completely blissed out as he bounced his ass up and down on the toy.

“Shit, I’m so close. Been close for so fucking long.” He sighed, sinking slowly all the way down on the dildo. “Such a big cock.”

“Oh, Jesus.” Billy had to stop what he was doing, grabbing the base of his cock to keep himself from cumming. He really wanted to watch Steve fall apart.

Steve had started bouncing again, really getting into it this time.

Billy matched his pace with his hand, thought about Steve bouncing on his cock like that.

“Oh, I’m gonna, I’m gonna-” Steve convulsed, hips stuttering as he came completely untouched. He whined and mewled.

Billy stripped his cock faster and faster, his cock twitching as he came, spunk covering his hand.

Steve was still panting in the video, his thighs shaking as he pulled himself off the toy.

And then he bent down, and licked up the little puddle of cum on the wood floor.

Billy was hard almost immediately again.

He watched the video a second time.

Billy had been whacking off to Steve’s OnlyFans for a month when he finally saw him on campus.

He was pushing his way through the crowd at a frat party when he saw him.

He was wearing short denim shorts, a baggy t-shirt tucked into them.

He was pouring himself a drink, alone in the empty kitchen.

Billy licked over his lips, leaning next to him on the counter.

“Well, good to see you in person, Sugar.” Steve startled, turning wide eyes onto Billy.

“Oh, um, hi.” There was a little pink tinge beginning to dust his cheeks. “You’re Billy, right? I remember you from class last year.” Billy grinned at him. “You’re like, really smart.”

“And you’re like, really hot.” Steve flushed, his cheeks going dark red.

“So, uh, I’m assuming you’ve seen some of my stuff?”

“Paying member. I’ve seen all your stuff.” Steve’s eyes went wide. “And I’ll pay for some more.”

“Oh, um, I’m sorry, but it’s one thing to post that stuff, I don’t really want to-” Billy’s eyes went wide as he realized what he said, how it sounded.

“No! Oh, shit, I meant like, I want to take you out to dinner. Pay for that. Nothing implied, or expected.” Steve chewed on his bottom lip.

“I don’t put out that easy.”

“I’m not expecting you to.” Billy tried to keep face open as Steve studied him.

“Um, then, yeah. You can take me to dinner.” Steve wiggled his phone out his back pocket, shoving it in Billy’s hands. “I’ll text you so you have my number.” Billy tucked his phone back into Steve’s pocket, made him blush some more.

“Get me back soon, yeah? Wanna take you out quick.” Steve smiled softly at him.

“You wanna hang out tonight? My friend ditched me.” Steve was fidgeting with his drink, looking at Billy through his lashes.

“Yeah, Sweet Thing. Tell me all about yourself.”

#yikes writes #lemons #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble #onlyfans au

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kkmm32 · 4 years ago

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So I made a Frenrey Fic-

I haven’t had two characters to ship together in forever and haven’t written since school ended so wHY not get some practice with both of em? At once?? Now don’t worry, it’s fluff (lord knows theres too many NSFW HLVRAI fics out there already...) and it’s probably like- mediocre but thats ok!! So anyway, without further ado I bring you “Northern Lights” Enjoy!

It was late out when Gordon found himself staring up at the ceiling yet again. How many times had he done this? Three? Five? Twenty? it's not like he had bothered to count. He had found himself startled awake by all too real nightmares countless of times, staring up at the ceiling or the sky, wherever they had decided to sleep. It's true he had faced aliens, the military, death, to put it simply, right in the face hundreds of times while on their journey and at this point his nightmares should be just like any other day... or well any other day past the incident. But unfortunately the human mind couldn't adapt to such things easily and thus his trauma forced him to relive the scariest moments of his life over and over, whether he liked it or not. It's not like he hadn't tried to go back to sleep before, even if his dreams had caused him to wake in a cold sweat more times than he cared to mention. But every time he tried he found himself too...awake, for a lack of a better term. His mind had already been tossed into fight or flight mode and it would take a while for it to return back. He had no choice but to wait it out every night. Most times he would just lie there, motionless, staring up until he felt his eyes begin to droop, but he found himself too bored this time. He had the need to move, do something. The memory of his nightmare flashed in his mind and he'd rather distract himself from it than let it fester.

He hoisted himself into a sitting position, groaning as he felt his sore muscles tense. The days of fighting and running around had left quite the toll on him and he could no doubt feel it. He looked around groggily. They were still in the rocket launch room, the "Science Team," as Coomer had called them, was sleeping peacefully, although they looked like they were in the most uncomfortable poses. He chuckled slightly at the sight, though quickly regretted that as he felt his chest ache. He let out a sigh and glanced over at the windows. He couldn't make out much, as the moon and the stars were the only light illuminating the outside. He did, however, notice the outline of a figure. He almost jumped out of his skin when it moved to look at him. He was taken quite aback at first when he saw who it was.

"Wuh...Benrey? Is that you?" he asked hesitantly.

"In the flesh." Benrey replied in his unmistakable stoic voice.

"But...how?" Gordon started, puzzled.

"How what bro? You gotta finish your sentences, Feetman." Gordon huffed slightly at the jab.

"I mean- how are you here? Didn't you get, y'know, incinerated by the rocket?"

"I jus' respawned bro. Like a..uhhh...video game character or whatever. Like Steve minecraft."

"Right, right, you can't die..." He let out a long sigh and stared past Benrey, out at the sky, or at least what he could see of it. "What are you doing up this late anyway? Shouldn't you be sleeping?" Benrey glanced at him, almost a glint of… confusion In his eyes. He quickly shook his head though and went back to staring into nothing.

"Gotta keep watch brooo, can't let any of those military dudes get y- get us."

"I guess that makes sense..." There was silence as Gordon struggled to come up with something to talk about. He wasn't particularly a bad conversationalist, per se, but when it came to Benrey you never know what could send him into a flurry of nonsense. It was like traversing a minefield, one wrong word and he'd become incomprehensible...well, more than he already was. His stream of thought was cut short, however, by a high pitch sound that made his nose scrunch. He turned back to Benrey, who was surrounded by colorful orbs of light that started at pleasant orange and dipped into a light blue. They glowed faintly around him, lighting him up in an almost majestic way. But as quickly as they had appeared they faded. Gordon sat there for a moment before shaking his head slightly. "Orange to blue? What does that mean?" Benrey looked at Gordon for a moment, almost contemplating, before stating-

"Orange to blue means a song for youu"

"So you're just...singing?"

"Yeah bro. What, you got a problem with my singing or something? Lil Feetman can't stand my tunes?" Gordon growled at the comment.

"No I juST-" Before he got any further with his sentence he took a deep breath and sighed, which prompted Benrey with a slightly puzzled look. He glanced away as he stated "It just surprised me is all, usually they have meanings or something, or they like- have some purpose. I didn't expect them to be for entertainment.. and your singing is pretty nice actually.." Gordon was almost baffled at his own words. It was unlike him to compliment Benrey, especially after he had just insulted him. And, when he glanced back up at Benrey, it appeared he was caught off guard as well. He let out a high pitched pink and quickly turned away. "Pink? What does pink mean?

"Itmeansyou- you stink!" Benrey quickly retorted, still turned away. Gordon let out a huff of annoyance. Just when he thought he was getting on some kind of good terms with Benrey. He shuffled to his feet, giving a glance a Benrey. He had turned back to look at Gordon but unfortunately his face wasn't lit, and Gordon couldn't tell if he was smugly smirking or not. He turned away and made for the door that led outside, he figured it'd be best to get some fresh air.

He made it over to a comfortable looking ledge, or at least as comfortable looking as a ledge can get, and sat down, gazing out into the sky. Gordon hadn't really gotten the chance to look at the night the past few days, what with being stuck in the stuffy halls of Black Mesa and all, so it was nice to finally relax and gaze out at the stars. Of course, it wasn't long before Benrey was making his way over to antagonize him some more. He plopped himself down beside Gordon, a rather blank expression on his face as he stared at him.

"What, have you come to insult me some more or something?"

"Naw bro just gazin' " he replied nonchalantly, though Gordon could swear he saw the slightest flicker of hesitance in his eyes. He sighed and stared back out at the stars with Benrey.

It was sorta nice to just sit in silence and let his mind wander, even if Benrey was right there beside him. As he let his thoughts drift he slowly came back to the sweet voice. It was quite the marvel honestly, and he wondered why he hadn't questioned it before. Benrey wasn't human, that was obvious, but how exactly did he get the sweet voice? Was he born with it? Was it something he learned? Was the sweet voice even learnable? He knew Tommy could read it but he wasn't sure he himself could use the sweet voice. Actually, how could Tommy even read the sweet voice? Who taught him how to? Benrey? Why would Benrey teach him how to read sweet voice? Now that he thought about it Benrey never really explained the sweet voice at all. Gordon knew it had properties, that was for sure considering it magically calmed his nerves countless of times before, but outside of that it was more or less a mystery. Benrey seemed to be the only bearer of it though and nobody had ever really asked to know more about it...maybe all he had to do was ask and Benrey would tell him?

"Hey Benrey?"

"Wuh?"

"How exactly does the Black Mesa Sweet Voice...work? Like- how do you read it? What do the different colors mean?" Benrey seemed to freeze for a moment before tipping his head to side with a smile, glancing away.

"That's classified info ffffeetman."

"What do you mean it's classified? Are you going by Dr. Coomer's logic because I'm pretty sure that doesn't apply in our situation anymore-"

"Sorry bro, can't break the Black Mesa roolzzz."

"Why would Black Mesa issue a rule for the entire facility that only applies to ONE person?" Benrey simply shrugged, which only further enraged Gordon. He was about to speak again when Benrey promptly covered his mouth with his hand and stared Gordon down.

"Look bbbro I can't tell you, it's as simple as that, ok? Just chill..." He removed his hand from Gordon's mouth and stared back up at the sky calmly, his stern look gone. Gordon gave a grumpy huff and turned away, staring towards the ground. Benrey glanced over at him, and looked towards the ground himself. There was a moment of silence before it was Benrey who was the one to break it this time. "You said you couldn't like....'sleep' or whatever right?" Benrey asked, catching Gordon off guard.

"Yeah..? And?"

"Just like- wait with your eyes closed for like.....uhhh.......5 seconds broo you'll see." Gordon turned slightly to glance at Benrey from the corner of his eye, curious.

"Why do I have to close my eyes? What are you gonna do?"

"It's- It- It'll be like....a big surprise yooo. Epic surprise, super poggers. You wouldn't wanna ruin the surprise now would you? Be a lil- lil party pooper- lil bitch baby man and ruin the surprise?" Gordon gave a long sigh and, though he hated following Benrey's orders, covered his eyes. There were a few moments of silence before Gordon could hear the distinct sound of the Sweet Voice. It lasted for quite some time and Gordon had to use a good portion of his self-restraint to peak through his hands at what in the world Benrey was doing. Why would he have him cover his eyes if it's just the sweet voice?

"Ok broo you can like- open you socket stuffers now" Gordon cringed at that usage of words but removed his hands from his eyes regardless. He was...stunned.. baffled.. amazed.. it was a range of emotions to say the least. Benrey had somehow managed to spread a wide variety of pinks, oranges, and blues all across the sky above them like little fireflies. They showered the area in a faint glow that looked..incredible and Gordon couldn't help but stare in awe.

"Benrey... you... how.. why'd you.." Benrey settled down beside Gordon as he spoke.

"You said you couldn't sleep bro, doesn't uhh... pretty stuff help people sleep?"

"I mean I guess I just... I never expected you to.." Gordon's words drifted away as he stared.

"What d'ya think tho? Pretty poggers right?" Gordon paused before turning to face Benrey as he placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Benrey it's... it's beautiful." Benrey paused for a moment, almost as if he was processing what had been said before turning away, covering his mouth to keep any sweet voice from escaping.

"Well- psh- yeah duh. I mean it's- ahaha- it's like...supposed to be bro. Be pretty pointless if it wasn't, right?" Gordon let out a hearty laugh at Benrey's response.

"Yeah, I guess so." They stared up at the now colorful sky for a long while before Gordon spoke again. "Hey Benrey could you..." he paused hesitantly. "Could you sing for me?"

"...Huh?" Gordon quickly tried to make the situation less awkward by elaborating.

"Could you- could you sing for me? To like- help me sleep? Music usually helps people sleep and the Sweet Voice is pretty calming and I was just thinking-" before he could finish his sentence Benrey abruptly cut him off.

"Sure bro" He began to sing out blue's and oranges once more and Gordon found that, while looking at the colorful orbs in the sky, though there weren't much left, and listening to Benrey's voice, he felt very peaceful for once. It had been days since he had felt even a smidgen of peace and somehow, sitting here with Benrey, it was stronger than ever. As he felt himself relax, leaning onto Benrey, his eyes began to droop and soon he was plunged back into the dream world.

#HLVRAI #Frenrey #Bendon #fan-fiction #writing #Benrey #Gordon Feetman #Black Mesa Sweet Voice #fluff #I...love them so much...........#long post #my writing

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mother-shipper · 5 years ago

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Save Me (I Can’t Face This Life Alone)

Harringrove for Australia piece for @buildyourwalls. I definitely went over 2k and I can’t tell you how many times I completely overhauled this but it’s here!

Steve had never expected an apology from Billy Hargrove of all people. He expected to end up getting along with the guy even less. Billy was okay when he wanted to be, when he wasn't fixated on usurping a throne Steve no longer wanted anyway. They had things in common. Billy was good at conversation and while he still busted Steve's balls, it didn't have the same bite to it as before.

Surprisingly enough, it had seemed for a moment that Steve Harrington and Billy Hargrove might actually be… friends. But then it happened.

Prom.

Steve and Billy had both decided to go stag. Steve didn’t have anyone he liked enough to ask. Billy said there were too many options to limit himself to one bitch for the whole night. And if neither of them had a date, they may as well pregame at Steve’s before heading over to the school gym. Steve had readily agreed and Billy showed up in his powder blue tux with a little something tucked in the inner pocket.

“To get me through Cyndi Lauper,” he told Steve, rolling his eyes.

Looking back, Steve wasn’t sure how he missed it. They rolled up together in Billy’s Camaro. Every dance request Billy got was shut down in favor of sitting at the table people-watching with Steve. Then Billy had flashed the bag tucked in the inner pocket of his jacket and nodded to the back door. Steve had followed without a thought. They were friends. They were just going out back for a smoke like he and Tommy used to do all the time.

They passed the joint back and forth, talking about the night, the people, the music. He hadn’t noticed Billy shifting closer, hadn’t picked up on the look in his eyes. One second Steve was laughing about Tammy Thompson’s choice of cowgirl boots and the next, Billy’s mouth was on his.

He remembered how warm and soft Billy’s lips were. There was a spark of heat low in his gut and his mind went blank before everything seemed to explode. Billy was kissing him. Billy was kissing him! And he was enjoying it. It was a lot to process and before he could orient himself, Billy was pulling away. The look in his eyes was pure panic. The easy, relaxed confidence was replaced with wide eyes and rigid posture. He looked ready to bolt.

"Billy…," Steve tried. "Hey-"

A hard shove to the chest put Steve's back against the wall, the brick biting into his skin through his shirt. He grabbed onto Billy's wrists and winced but Billy took a quick step back. Recoiled from Steve as if he'd been burned.

"Just… Just stay away from me," Billy snapped. He spun on his heel and was gone, heading for the parking lot at a clip and leaving Steve leaning against the wall, dumbfounded. Before long, he heard the roar of the Camaro. There were squealing tires, a flash of headlights and then Billy was gone. Steve was left leaning against the brick wall, staring after him and wondering what the actual fuck had just happened.

He tried to get Billy's attention at school, tried to talk to him and sort this whole thing out but Billy never gave him the chance. He thought of calling before realizing he didn't have Billy's number. He didn't even know where he lived. Billy always came to him. …Maybe they weren't as good of friends as Steve thought. But Billy didn't give Steve the chance to make that right either.

He never got to talk to Billy before summer came.

Scoops Ahoy was not the job Steve had hoped for. It wasn't hard work but it was draining in its own ways, not the least of which was the toll it took on his self esteem. Most nights, Steve would only have enough left in him to shower, maybe eat something, then crash face first into his mattress. He hasn't been able to even talk to the kids, let alone attempt to make time to visit Billy at the public pool. Even if he did, he didn't think it would help. Not at this point.

He was out of the loop, oblivious to the goings on that had been noticed by the kids. Then he was knee deep in an entirely different loop with Russians and secret codes. It wasn't until this Venn diagram of disaster met in the middle that Steve realized just what had happened to Billy.

How he was still alive, no one could say. Steve believed it was sheer stubbornness. If anyone could live out of spite, it was Billy Hargrove. Knowing what he did now about Billy’s daily life, he could safely say he would have given up long ago. Billy was strong. Stronger than he thought even Billy realized. But this? Being a part of the darkness that lurked beneath Hawkins was too much for any one person to carry alone. He would know.

Steve needed to be there for Billy. He needed to make up for not being there sooner and to see him awake and breathing. Because all he could see when he laid his head down at night was vacant, blue eyes, black blood soaking white cotton, soaking his hands. So much blood. Another nightmare added to the silver screen of his mind.

Steve knew you were supposed to bring something when you visit someone in the hospital. Flowers didn’t seem like Billy’s style. Neither did any of the stuffed animals lining the shelves of the gift shop. He searched through cards but they all seemed so formal. It didn’t feel like he was giving Billy something sincere. He put back a card, his nose wrinkling at the picture of a cat dangling from a tree branch that just said “Hang in There”. None of this seemed like anything Billy would like but he couldn’t show up empty handed. He wouldn’t.

Steve was giving serious consideration to leaving and coming back when he had something good to offer when he saw it.

It was tiny, maybe only about the size of a golf ball, sitting in its little terracotta pot. The green, waxy exterior was barely visible through the army of white needles jutting from it. The spines poked out in all directions leaving nowhere to touch it without getting bloodied in return. In contrast to the sharp barrier, at the very top there sat a tiny, pink blossom. Steve knew this was perfect.

Scooping the pot gently into his hands, Steve went up to the counter and happily paid for the angriest little plant he’d ever seen in his life. He was going to see Billy and they were going to talk. About everything. About that night at prom. How sorry Steve was. How much he wished he had been there for Billy when he needed someone, anyone, to recognize that he wasn't in control. That he wasn't himself.

Steve went to the nurse's station, cradling the tiny cactus in his palms. A kind if tired looking woman glanced up at Steve from a clipboard, her brown hair tied up in a bun and lips painted red.

"Can I help you?"

"Hi. I'm looking for Billy Hargrove's room?"

The nurse nodded, sifting through paperwork before pulling out what must be Billy's chart. She flipped a page, looking at something that made her brow furrow.

"I'm sorry. I didn't catch your name," the nurse said, voice suddenly cold as she looked Steve over.

"Oh," Steve said, caught off guard by the rapid shift in tone. "It's Steve? Steve Harrington?"

Her lips pursed and she slid the file back onto the shelf, eyes on Steve's. "I'm sorry. He's not accepting visitors right now."

Steve's chest ached as he realized what was happening. There was a list. And Steve was on it. He wasn't going to get to see Billy. He felt like he'd been punched in the gut and he wanted to break down and cry right there. Instead, he swallowed, took a deep breath.

"I understand," he said softly. He stared down at the cactus, at it's tiny, pink flower. "If it's not too much trouble, could you just give him this?" Steve set the pot onto the counter. "I still want him to have it. And… if you could... tell him I'm sorry."

When Steve looked up again, the nurse was watching him curiously. She still seemed wary of him but there was less hostility. Instead, she seemed like she just couldn't figure him out. Steve offered her a smile he didn't really feel and nodded once before turning to leave. Billy didn't want to see him and Steve couldn't blame him.

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“You have to fix this.”

Steve looked down at Max, eyebrow raised in confusion. He’d opened the door, expecting to find Dustin standing there, trying to get Steve to leave his house again. He didn’t have nearly as many hours at the video store as he did at Scoops so Steve found himself with a lot more downtime these days. To say he hadn’t been using it wisely was an understatement.

“Nice to see you too, Max,” he grumbled, stepping aside for her to come in. She stepped inside and her nose wrinkled instantly at the sight of the place. There were empty pizza boxes and takeout containers scattered everywhere. Steve was still in his pajamas, third day in a row and he hadn’t thought to change them. Not like he was expecting company.

“Boys,” she sighed before turning to Steve. “You have to talk to Billy.”

Steve snorted, walking past Max and into the kitchen. “Wow. Great idea. If only I’d thought of it sooner. Problem solved.”

“Don’t be stupid, Steve,” Max huffed, stuffing her hands into her jacket pockets. It was something so distinctly Billy it made Steve ache. “You know you want to see him. And he wants to see you.”

“Right.” Steve pulled open the fridge, digging inside for an excuse not to look at her. “That’s why he put me on the ‘keep out’ list at the hospital. I tried, Max. I’ve been trying since school but he wants nothing to do with me.”

“He does so!” Max shouted. “He’s just being dumb! And so are you!”

“Max-”

“No! Don’t give me that ‘you don’t understand’ crap. He’s miserable, Steve.” Max gestured around the messy house. “You’re miserable. And there’s no reason for any of it.”

Steve paused, straightening and looking over his shoulder at her. Max looked near tears, her hands balled into fists at her sides. She was angry and worried and...scared. She was scared. Steve took a deep breath and sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

“All I can do is try, Max,” he told her softly. “I can’t promise anything but I can give it one more try.”

Max broke. Her face crumpled and she threw herself at Steve, arms wrapped around his middle. She buried her face in Steve’s chest and sniffled. He hugged her back, wrapping her up tight against him and resting his chin on her head.

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The house wasn’t a big one. The little one-level, ranch-style place was tucked back near the lake not far from Hop’s old trailer. If it weren’t for the Camaro on blocks out front, Steve would have wondered if he had the right place. Steve felt like he couldn’t breathe. Billy was in there. This was the closest Steve had been to him since that night outside the gym. It made his heart hurt and longing filled his chest. Steve gripped the handle of the sixpack in his hand. This was stupid. He was just going to get his heart broken once and for all. But he promised Max he would try.

Taking a deep breath, Steve knocked on the door and waited. He could hear movement inside, heavy steps coming toward the door. The knob turned and Steve felt a sudden panic grip him. The door flew open and Billy stood there, hand on his hip.

“I told you, old man. I’m not going so you can just…” Billy froze. His blue eyes went wide and he stared at Steve in horror.

Steve glanced over Billy. The scars. God, the scars. There were huge starbursts all over Billy’s torso from where the mind flayer had hooked into him. Smaller spots littered his arms, one sitting just below his eye. The worst was right in the center of his chest. It was an angry, red, gnarled looking thing. Suddenly all Steve could see was blood. It was dark. There was a monstrous scream ripping through the air. White cotton soaked in black. Empty eyes. Heart pounding. Dead. Right in front of him. Gone.

“Harrington!”

Steve dropped the sixpack, snapping back to the present only to realize his whole body was trembling. His face was wet and he met Billy’s eyes. They were bright and sharp, concerned. They were alive.

“You’re here.” Steve choked on a sob. He couldn’t stop himself from moving in closer. He looped his arms carefully around Billy’s waist and buried his face in his shoulder. “I,” he gasped, “I thought- you-” Any coherent words dissolved into desperate bawling.

Billy’s arms curled around his shoulders, hesitant and uncertain but there nonetheless. Steve wasn’t sure how long it took but he eventually ran out of steam. He cried himself out and Billy just held him. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t push Steve away. He sniffed against Billy, not willing to let go yet.

“I thought…” he hiccuped. “I never got to tell you. I thought you were gone and you’d never have known.”

“Known what?” Billy finally asked. Steve pulled back just enough to look at Billy. He wiped at his eyes and nose furiously.

“You ran away,” Steve said. “At prom. You kissed me and I didn’t expect it.”

Billy’s face was hard, closed off the way it had been every time Steve tried to talk to him since. He opened his mouth to say something but Steve cut him off, shaking his head.

“You didn’t give me a chance to realize what was going on.”

Billy snorted. “It isn’t that hard to figure out. You didn’t kiss me back. That’s all I needed to know.”

“We were fucking high, Billy,” Steve snapped. “It took me some time to process, okay? And if you let me get more than two words out-”

“I get it, Steve! You’re not interest-”

Steve cut Billy off, kissing him hard. He poured everything he had into it. All the hurt and fear and longing. He gave Billy everything there was to give and then some. Breathless, he pulled away, pressing his forehead against Billy’s.

“I’m not what now,” he challenged, catching his breath.

Billy tangled a hand in Steve’s hair. “I need to know you mean it,” he growled. “I need to know it’s not just because of…”

Steve shook his head. “I’ve been trying to tell you for almost a year now, idiot. You just wouldn’t let me.”

Billy held Steve tighter, making his heart flutter in his chest. They just stood there for a moment, wrapped up in each other, making up for lost time. Steve soaked in Billy’s warmth and presence. He was here. He was broken and scarred, but he was here. That’s all Steve needed.

It was Billy who finally broke the silence, smiling softly. “Any particular reason you bought me a fucking cactus?”

#harringrove for australia #harringrove #steve harrington #Billy Hargrove #post s3 #billy lives #These boys are bad at communication #Also #Billy absolutely kept that cactus and it got him into houseplants #The sun-room of his new place?#Plants #All houseplants #And he named every one of them

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Stuck On A Heart String | Ch. 1 A Drink & A Tune

“So won’t you stay for a moment?” “Why should I stay with you..?” “Because... I’ll pull on your heart strings.”

If someone would’ve told Steve that his band, A Stranger’s Mind, would be taking off into the world of music - he would’ve downright laughed in your face and told you to “piss off.” But, when his band and he find themselves reaching Top Charts, they grow excited… However, with money tight, they seek out new gigs and bars to play at, so what happens when A Stranger’s Minds’ guitarist finds a bartender looking for a life that’s a little more… In tune?

Find out in Stuck On A Heart String.

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“So, tell me again why you’re taking OUR band all the way to Los Angeles WITHOUT consulting anyone first!?” Dustin grumbled, watching as Steve finished packing the last of the equipment with a sigh.

“Dust, come on! Trevor got us a few good gigs at some bars there, and besides,” he paused, slamming shut the small traveler van with a huff. “Money is really tight right now, so we could use the cash.”

“Okay? But I don’t see why none of us can come.”

“Do you really believe any of the party’s parents would let them travel with me across the states to go to a few bars?”

Dustin grew silent, slumping against his usual lawnchair with his bottom lip jutted out. Steve sighed, pushing off of the double doors and moving to sit next to his little buddy, shouldering him as the young boy glanced at him, a few unushered tears settling on his waterline.

“Hey, I’m doing this for us, okay? I’ll come back, it’ll… It’ll just a little while, okay?” Steve murmured, reaching out and patting Dustin’s shoulder while he stared at him, frowning slightly before sighing.

“Yeah, yeah, okay… You better bring something awesome home.” He scoffed, reaching up and tugging down the brim of the teens’ hat, grinning as a few curses flew from his lips.

“Hey, language,”

“Oh, tell it to my dick,” he shouldering Steve’s stomach, making him grumble before shoving the young boy forward. “Where is everyone? I thought you were supposed to leave like an hour ago?” Steve rolled his eyes, fishing out his phone and glanced at the clock, 2:30… Trevor, Steve, Austin, and Tommy were supposed to leave by noon.

“Hell if I know, maybe they’re drunk or something.”

“That’s comforting to know you’re taking a bunch of drunk assholes with you to California.”

“Okay, hey, those assholes are still part of this band.” Steve sighed, standing from the squatted position and moving towards the mini-fridge, snatching a Coors and cracking it open. “And like I said before, I’ll send you guys updates after every show and I’ve already talked to Will, he said he would ask Johnathan to help live stream us.”

Dustin eyed him, his brow cocked and lips pressed into a thin line. “You do realize you shouldn’t be drinking two in the afternoon, right? Especially since you’ll be at multiple bars once you get to California - by the way, why’d you choose Cali, anyway?” Dustin reached over, grabbing his Dr. Pepper from the speakers’ top, sipping at it as Steve grimaced, shrugging one of his shoulders.

“I didn’t choose Cali, it was Valentine’s choice,”

“You seriously let Trevor pick where you were taking your - scratch that - our band. All the way to California when you could’ve picked somewhere else?”

Steve sighed, fighting back the urge to roll his eyes while grabbing his acoustic guitar, tuning the strings with a few plucks before gently strumming at them, somewhat drowning out Dustin’s angry comebacks. The melody flowed from the instrument, Steve’s gentle humming adding as he thumbed the nimble lines, not flinching at the small pricks that stab into his pad. Stretching out his legs, he continued to strum when the sound of screeching tires came from the road outside of Steve’s small home.

“And que the assholes,” Dustin sighed, pushing up from the lawn chair as Steve rolled his eyes, yet he was grinning, before allowing the instrument quieted. Trevor, Tommy, and Austin came barreling into the garage, making Steve arch a brow at his bandmates who all paused at the sight of him lounging on his stool, a Coors cracked open next to him and his guitar in hand.

“Jam sess’ without us? That hurts, Steven,” Austin snorted, moving close and patting his shoulder and squeezing it while grabbing the open beer. “Wouldn’t have had to have one if you all would’ve got here on time,” he shot back, snatching the beer away from his friend, a few slipping past the two boys' hands, glaring daggers.

“But, yes, I’m so sorry it hurts your pride.” He grumbled, practically chugging the last bit of the beer before setting his guitar on the stand gently and standing. “Where the hell have you all been anyway!? We were supposed to leave hours ago-”

“Chill it, King Steve,” Tommy sighed, grabbing his own beverage before cracking it open like an ape. “We’ll get on the road when we’re good and ready.” He shrugged, glancing over at Dustin, who was typing away at his laptop, most likely adding updates to ‘A Stranger’s Mind’ webpage, social media, and their groupie page.

“Dusty! Long time, no see.” Tommy cackled as Dustin glanced up, holding his nonimpressed look before going back to his laptop.

“Leave him alone, Hagan, we need to go NOW. Our first show is supposed to be at 8 tomorrow night, and it’s a fucking 32-hour drive!” Steve deadpanned, standing in front of Dustin’s laptop stand, somewhat protecting him from any more pokes from Tommy.

“Yeah, Steve’s not wrong… We all have to drive cause I’m not going to force Steve and me to drive the entire way while you and Trevor get your beauty rest.” Austin quipped, standing next to Steve who nodded once, thanking him.

Tommy rolled his eyes, waving Steve and Austin off before marching towards the van, leaving all of them standing there, eyeing it. “Somethings up with him… And I don’t like it.” Trevor frowned as the other two nodded, sighing.

“Whatever it is, he better get over it because we’ve got a long trip ahead of us,” Steve sighed, crossing his arms over his chest before turning towards Dustin. “Everything updated?”

“All set - a lot of people are saying they’re pumped for you to be coming to their city, so, have fun and post videos and photos, got it? I can’t run this thing by myself.”

“You got it, Dusty bun!” Trevor called over his shoulder Austin and he walked towards the van as Steve snickered, grabbing his acoustic guitar before following them.

“Hey, I’ll see you on the flip side?” Steve grinned as Dustin smiled back, flipping him off as Steve did it back, shaking his head gently. So much for good influence.

“Trevor said he’ll drive first, I took back and so did Tommy, so you get shotgun.”

“Good, it’s my van and we need to figure out what songs we’re singing so we can get set up when we get there.” Steve chewed on his usual ballpoint pen, making small smudges and notes in his notebook that contained all of his songs - it was a bit awkward to have it out, as the others rarely got to look into it.

“We’ll figure it out, King Steve, now blast some tunes and let’s goooooo!” Tommy shouted, reaching forward and blaring the radio, making the others flinch before Steve’s hand shot out and turned it down, making Hagan grumble. Jesus… This is going to be a looooong trip.

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So, nothing much happened, but I just wanted to establish the band ethics and let you guys get to know everything first!!

I hope you do enjoy this little AU and you’re excited about the next chapter!

TagList: @trashmouth-hargrove, @greyspilot, @your-pretty-bambi, @hargrove-billy, @harringrovetrashh, @baconspice, @harrington-s, @ifuwannabemydingus, @stranger-h, @marythemudblood, @big--yikes

#steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #harringrove trash #billy x steve #steve x billy #stranger things #musician steve #bartender billy #A Stranger's Mind #modern au #modern harringrove #stranger things modern au #billy x steve fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #a_magey #enjoy #:)

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okaybutlikeimagine · 5 years ago

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i'm LOSING my mind over this tommy story you wrote??? y'know the "woman throws copy machine out of window - i said keys?? vine"? the copy machine is my feelings and i am not okay. like lmao i didn't even really have an opinion on tommy beforehand, but now... poor boy :'

aaaaah! i’m simultaneously SO sorry but also not!

i honestly didn’t use to have that much of an opinion on Tommy H. either, other than I adored Chester Rushing’s freckles and also I thought he was kind of a brat. and like, i’m usually very much drawn to bratty characters, but even then i didn’t care very much.

but then Chester Rushing had to go and talk about how he’s CONVINCED his character Tommy has had a crush on Steve since they were kids and that he wants Tommy to come back in S3 to fucking SACRIFICE HIMSELF FOR STEVE??? GOD. truly he’s the one to blame. the goddamn NERVE of that boy…

either way, i’m OBSESSED w/ that idea now, and I love that song that I linked and i was listening to it one day and consequently made myself cry just thinking about lil freckly Tommy H. and how it like……. totally has gay-unrequited love potential. I’m truthfully just glad anyone liked it at all bc i really liked writing it (as upsetting as it was to do so 😂) and i was SO worried that the style would be off-putting/irritating/tiring for people to read. I’m just glad anyone had the energy to read it.

and like……. AUGH it makes so much sense to me?? if Tommy is anything other than straight, who ELSE would he have a crush on?? and i think that Steve may have also had some ~Feelings~ for Tommy that bordered more on Curiosity and then kind of fizzled out from his own internalized homophobia. PLUS Steve like… held himself in a weird sense of power OVER Tommy in S1??? I dunno if you’ve seen that post about how Steve is clearly the Ringleader and Tommy is the muscle?? like, there’s that scene where Tommy’s about to rough Jonathan up and everyone’s looking at Steve to tell Tommy to stop. Like… I think they’re friends but I also think to a certain extent that Tommy was just kind of a tool for Steve in certain situations and I need someone to look me in the eye and tell me Tommy wouldn’t notice that shit bc he 120% WOULD notice. and probably be okay w/ it so long as he gets to keep his friend w/ him but then he doesn’t even get THAT. and like… Steve just CHANGED and it’s partially Tommy’s fault, for sure, bc Steve definitely changed for the better and Tommy didn’t change with him.

but just imagine everything that could have possibly lead up to it!! like, they have a whole history we don’t even KNOW about which I guess is why i wanted to write that thing bc I think Steve was probably a very selfish kid/teen growing up. and I don’t exactly blame him completely. He’s an only child and his family is wealthy and he’s attractive, so like, of COURSE he’s used to getting what he wants. and that comes w/ not really minding other people and their feelings. and Tommy’s always just been there so maybe he takes advantage of that. like, Tommy’s not gonna leave him bc for as few friends as Steve himself seems to have, Tommy has less. Tommy needs Steve as much as Steve needs Tommy- maybe even more.

and so when he drifts away Tommy just doesn’t get it. I can’t imagine Tommy understanding. Suddenly Steve is so obsessed w/ this girl he doesn’t even laugh at Tommy’s jokes anymore and what’s up with that? and then Tommy makes a “friend” in Billy and he thinks he has something over Steve and he gets to watch Steve get bullied too and it’s like payback for all of these stupidly confusing feelings Tommy’s had his whole life but then that implodes on itself bc Billy gets what Tommy’s always wanted. and maybe it’s not okay to think of Steve like that but it’s true for Tommy. He had Steve first and imagine Tommy’s grief and pain seeing Steve leave him so easily… and so many times. Seeing Steve get rid of Tommy so fucking easily, for Nancy and then Jonathan and then Billy like, he even takes Billy away from him and how is that fair??

I DIGRESS. didn’t mean to rant, i just have so many THOUGHTS on Tommy i could explode. for as much of a brat as he is, he’s also still a kid like the rest of them and i just… love to try to put myself in the shoes of others.

anyway, please watch this video of Chester Rushing being the cutest little jelly bean and talking about how Tommy probably definitely had a crush on Steve. legit the BIGGEST Stommy shipper, he’s such a cinnamon roll.

#ask #silly-lioness #tommy h #stommy #but like #unrequited #i'm SORRY #but chester is a jelly bean and therefore i like Tommy now wOOPS #just imagine how ridiculously confusing and painful that whole thing must have been???#but also don't #♥#sorry i ranted so much there i didn't mean to #random

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linkispink1995 · 5 years ago

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Better as friends (24) A bewaited kiss

Previously

Series Masterlist

Chapter warnings:language, mentions of childbirth , bit of angst Heavy kissing / making out and mentions of smut)

A/N: One more to go thank you to all who have been following along with the series

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February 10th 1983

Y/n p.o.v

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I was dialing the numbers on the phone in my kitchen , while feeling the sharp stings on my back which were making my focus a bit blurry since the pain was almost unbearable. I had fallen asleep on the couch watching a movie when I woke up to these burning sharp stings on my back. It immediately caused me to panic since I new the baby wasn't due for another three weeks but to be sure they were alright I knew I needed to go to the hospital .My parent were at work so I knew the only way of getting to the hospital was to call Steve. Even if we were arguing about pretty much everything at this point , he was still my boyfriend and still the father. “Come on” I said after not getting a response the first time calling him. “Come on” I said “pick up the damn phone you peice of-“ I was interrupted by hearing “hello” it was Steve’s voice. “Steve” I muttered since I was in the middle of a heavy contraction” he responded with “hey Y/n , listen We’re going to the movies you want me to swing by and get you”. I bit my lip in pain saying “Steve , I need you to come get me” he then said “are you okay”. I shook my head saying “no we have to go to the hospital” he chuckled into the phone saying “I don’t know about that , your not due for another few weeks are you sure your not just over exaggerating this” I sighed saying “Steve I need you too come now” I then heard him sigh before responding. “fine I’ll be right there just stay where you are” I nodded before hanging up the phone.

Half an hour later I lying in a hospital bed waiting for the nurse to come in and check on me. “Ow” Steve said “your squeezing my hand” I huffed as the contraction strengthens muttering “ wanna switch places” he sighed saying “never mind , do you want me to go find the nurse”. Before I somewhat respond a nurse came in grabbing my file saying “how are we felling” I sighed as the pain from earlier started to disappear hovering me the strength to say “okay , um is the baby okay”. She nodded saying “seems fine to me ,although there going to be premature and probably be on the small side” I nodded while feeling another contraction , causing me to squeeze Steve’s hand again. Making him say “is she supposed to be in this much pain” the nurse nodded saying “the pain is normal , however the baby’s premature so it’s best advised you do this naturally” I continued to nod while holding onto Steve’s hand. While she added “but we could get you some ice chips , if you’d like”. As the contraction started to weaken I felt I could speak saying “yes please” she nodded leaving the room as I noticed Steve checking his watch for the millionth time. “Got somewhere else to be” I asked , he shook his head saying “your mom said she be here soon so I was gonna-“ I finished his sentence saying “go , you were gonna go” he shrugged saying “well do you really need me here” I nodded saying “Steve we’re having a baby”. He shook his head saying “no Y/n , your having a baby and me being here just makes it worse , that’s why it’s early” before I respond , I saw my mother standing in the doorway holding a small cup of what I assumed were the ice chips, before she walked over , Steve leaned down to kiss the top of my head saying “you can call me when there here and everything is okay , I’ll stop by I promise” I nodded knowing I couldn’t argue with him. As he left , my mother put the ice chips on the small table , she wiped some of the fallen tears saying. “How are you feeling” I began to cry a little bit more I sputtered out “like my heart just got ripped from my chest”. She nodded saying “I know baby , but you know in just a little bit that pain is going to be overshadowed by so much joy” I nodded saying “but he promised mom” she sighed saying “I know sweetheart , but your gonna be fine” I nodded before another contraction struck.

A bit of time had passed before I was holding in my arms my sweet baby boy whom I'd already fallen in love with him. after he was born and I held him The first time I realized he was a miracle and I thought my heart would burst with the love I had for him, thinking know one could love him as much as I did. All I knew in that moment is that he was and would forever be my absolute everything. My thoughts of perfect world with just me and my baby were disturbed by a knock on the door and a voice saying "hi". I looked up from the view of my perfectly sweet little boy to see Steve standing in the doorway , after getting into the recovery room shortly after the baby was born and I had enough strength I called Steve. well twice since he didn’t pick up the first time and the second time Tommy ended up answering the phone and I didn't have the strength nor the patience to withstand a conversation with that asshat , I responded to what Steve had said by saying "come in" . He just sat there in the doorway before I repeated "you can come in" he nodded before walking out of the doorway and took a seat in the chair by the bed. He quietly sat there before I spoke again saying "you can come sit with us". He nodded before taking the small spot on the bed before placing his hand on the baby's back and began to stroke there back in the same motion as I was causing our hands to brush against each other before I asked. "Do you wanna hold him" his jaw feel saying "him" I nodded saying "it's a boy , just like you wanted" he nodded as I added "I wish you were there". He nodded again saying "I know and I'm so sorry and I promise that I'll be there from now on" he then snuggled into the crook of my neck to get a better look at the peacefully asleep baby as he placed a kiss on my chin before he added "your amazing" I then repeating her question from earlier saying "do you wanna hold him". He nodded as I help situate him in Steve's arms causing him to stir a bit , after he was situated he said "how are you feeling" I shrugged saying "tired I guess" Steve nodded saying "he's so little" causing me to giggle saying "four pounds , that's less than a bag of potatoes" he chuckled at my words before he asked "does he have a name". I shook her head saying "no , I wanted for you" he nodded saying "well are there any you like". I nodded saying "Well it's a tie between Jackson and -" he cut me off saying "I like Jackson" I responded saying "you do" Steve nodded saying "yeah I really do". He then pecked my cheek before Jackson began to stir again , I sat there watching Jackson snuggle into Steve thinking about what happy day this was supposed to be until the words I wanted to say just feel out. "I'm really mad at you" his jaw fell as I added "earlier I said I was okay but I lied I'm really mad" he rolled his eyes before saying "can we not do this right now". I sighed saying "I cannot believe you leave like you did and then comeback and act like everything's okay but it's not" Steve shook his head saying "I'm not talking about this right now". I sighed saying "fine but I'm not talking you ever again" he chuckled to himself before saying "I'd like to see you try".

Flashback over

It was only a few hours since mom had offered to take Jackson for the night since she started to tell that the past few weeks were finally starting to get to me and causing me to emotionally deteriorate. I had finally moved out of my bedroom when I realized that there wasn’t really anything in there but dirty laundry and that dreadful box that was practically staring me down. I settled to a spot onto the couch since I could now go to the video store without it being awkward , I could continue to feel the tears flood my eyes and could start to taste the salt of my tears on the spoon I was using to devourer the ice cream that was leftover from Jackson’s birthday party. I couldn’t help but feel them fall and make splatter marks on my face almost as they were creating a Jackson Pollock painting. It felt like it was what was what was supposed to happen , like maybe I was ready to move on and that tomorrow when I woke up that I could finally move on and that my son and I could start a new life together and that we would be able to make new memories and have a normal life. My thoughts of a beautiful new world with my son and I there were a set of knocks on my apartment front door, I sighed and began to contemplate weather or not to see who it was. One since I was perfectly comfortable sitting on the couch with my sweatpants and fuzzy socks and wrapped around a cozy blanket and two because it was after midnight and I knew better than to do so. I peeled the blanket off and began to quietly went to the front door and grabbed one of the more heavier books that I had placed on the table by my door that were way over due to go back to my library. Just as I made my way to the front door, I heard a voice that I was almost afraid I would never hear again, a voice that used to make my heart pound and still would sometimes. I took a deep breath before placing the book back onto the table before opening the door to see Steve who looked as if he had been through the same ring of hell that I currently felt stuck in. Steve didn’t say anything he just simply walked into my apartment before I spoke saying “hi”. He didn’t say anything he just stood in silence as I asked “are you okay” he responded saying “no, um actually I’m not uh Alison and I broke up she was lying to me about being pregnant" I frowned as he added "and I guess we wanted different things” I again frowned at his words even though I was angry with Steve I felt his pain , it practically radiated off of him. I could also feel a sense of relief that Alison was out of Steve’s life since I could tell she was starting to get on his nerves and not only that but now she’d be out of Jackson’s life as Steve stood there silently the curiosity of what caused the break up and what different things could they have possibly wanted began to chip at me causing me to ask. “what kind of things” he sighed saying “well she was in love with me and I uh am in love with you” my face fell in shock but before I could respond I felt Steve pull me into his arms and as the space between us got smaller and small I musked up some courage and grazed my lips on his and he closed the space between us and that’s when I finally got a grasp on what was happening. I was kissing Steve it had probably been five years since I had my lips where they were right now , unless you counted the few accidental kisses we had shared and I didn’t want this kiss to stop

As the kiss grew I felt Steve’s hand make a home on my hips , I wrapped my arms around his neck I then began to walk back towards the couch and Steve followed , his lips not ever leaving mine until my legs hit the back of the couch. As Steve and I settled onto the couch Steve’s lips left mine and started to make landfall onto my neck and started to work on what I knew would be a very intense hickey I then started to know where this was going so I spoke saying “Steve , honey I think we should talk”. He quickly pulled away before apologizing profusely saying “I’m sorry I uh I’m already screwing this up and I’m sorry Y/N, I’ll uh just go and-“ I cut him off with a kiss before saying “Steve honey I want this I just think that maybe we should figure what we are and I-“ he then cut me off saying “I want us to be together and I know I screw up and I know that I left but I want us to be together again and making you choose that day was stupid and I think that maybe there is still a chance for us to be a family again. You , me and Jackson and I know I've made mistakes but I promise I’ll be here for you so we can be together and I don’t want to rush this but I think it’s forever , Y/N I love you”. I nodded before saying “I love you too Steve” before we could reconnect our lips the phone began to ring. I sighed before getting of the couch before answering the phone saying "hello" the person on the other side responded "hey Y/n it's Matt" I sighed saying "oh hey is everything okay" Matt was silent before I heard some faint whispering until he spoke again saying "the baby's here". My jaw feel in shock before I said "I thought it was supposed to be middle of August it's only the-" he cut me off saying "they screwed the date up she's here and she's healthy , oh my god Y/n she's beautiful". Before I could say anything else Steve came up behind me saying "who is it" I mouthed out the words 'Matt' which he clearly didn't understand until I spoke again on the phone saying "well do you mind visitors" he responded saying "no at all , I think we'd actually like that" I nodded before saying "alright well we'll see you in a little bit".

After getting off the phone with Matt I gave Steve the recap Matt gave had given me before we made our way to the hospital. Our drive was quiet with the sound of the radio playing to break the tension , I wasn't exactly sure what was going to happen if we stayed at my apartment. I was sure it was something the two of us hadn't done together in a while and in fact the last we did that it was on a beach towel by the lake and less then nine months later Jackson was born. I shook that feeling aside as Steve turned down the radio saying "just so were clear and I'm not confused we are back together right". I chuckled before saying "yeah were back together" he nooded be adding "just wanted to make sure incase someone accidentally tells someone". I chuckled again before he pulled into the parking lot of the hospital , we entered the hospital and walked over to receptionist before I spoke saying "hi were looking for Collen Thomas's room" the receptionist nodded before saying "she's in room 147" we nodded before making our way towards the room. We quickly found it since the night of Jackson's appendix debacle Steve and I had become pretty familiar with the hospital and its layout. Before we got to the hallway were the room was Steve spoke saying "hey I'm uh gonna stay out here for a few minutes" I frowned saying "why" he shrugged saying "well there kinda your friends" I responded saying "are you sure" he nodded saying "I tell you what I'll give you a few minutes and then I'll come in okay" I nodded before pecking his lips before walking down the hall.

I knocked on the door before hearing a voice say "come in" I opened the door before seeing Matt crammed in the hospital bed with Colleen but not just them. Cradled in Colleens arms was there baby her pink hat matched the balloons tied to the end of the bed and the flowers on the small table , it was no surprise since pink was Colleens favorite color. As I got closer Matt stood up before taking the baby out of Colleen's arms I stood next to Matt to get a closer look at the baby , she looked like almost identical to Colleen but her eyes fluttered open to reveal small peaks of blue eyes like Matt's. Matt spoke spoke saying "do you wanna hold her" I of course nodded since it has been so long holding a baby so small. As I was situated holding the baby he spoke saying "this is Emily but were gonna call her Emma , I felt tears form in my eyes since I knew that was Matt's mother's name who had passed away when Matt was young. He then added "yeah uh Emily Y/n Patterson" I felt even more tears prick my eyes when he said that. I finally spoke saying "oh she's beautiful" they didn't respond instead had surprised looks on there faces which confused me until I felt a kiss being pressed to my cheek. I looked to see Steve standing besides me causing Matt to say "I wasn't gonna say anything but does the lipstick in your teeth have something to do with Steve's hair looking like that". Colleen gasped before saying "Mathew. He shrugged before Emma yawned and reopened her eyes again. The four of took turns holding Emma and talking but I couldn't help but think all of this stuff that had been going on and now was a new life that had brought into this world and I help but wonder what would be in store for us after a few hours of visiting with Matt , Colleen and Emma we went home.

When I entered the apartment I tossed my shoes off before entering the dinning room to put my bag down only to find a bouquet of Roses and a stack of papers which I knew had to be the letter I had for Steve. Upon further examination I noticed that in fact this wasn't my letter , it was one Steve had made himself , Steve had his own letter.....

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scoopsohboi · 5 years ago

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scoopsohboi masterlist

i finally made a masterlist of my writings! i’ll update this post every time i post a new one~

Robin Buckley x Reader

You Have to Know I’m in Love With You- 1k words.

“I’m sorry,” you said again, louder this time and you couldn’t stop the words from flowing from your lips. “I’m so fucking sorry, Robin. I don’t want you to be mad at me, or hate me, but- fuck, you have to know that I’m in love you.”

Cheers, My Dear- 1.7k words [smut]

You were beginning to feel lightheaded and gripped her hips for stability as you continued to ride her, her soft breathy moans made your head swim. Forget the whisky, you were drunk on Robin now.

Five Minutes- 1k words. [established relationship]

“You’re so sexy,” she said as you broke away to kiss along her jaw only to stop at her pulse point to nibble on the soft skin. Her voice was slightly deeper, raspier, and you really wished you were at home in your room and not in the shitty break room at Family Video. You wanted nothing more than to take off Robin’s clothes and taste every inch of her.

I’m Not Going Anywhere- 1.9k words.

Robin propped her elbow up on the arm of the chair and rested her head against her fist as she watched you with a small smile. God, you wanted to kiss her so badly, it was really unfair. She was so close, eyes sparkling in the moonlight, cheeks pink, lip reddening as she bit the bottom one, still staring-

Find Your Suzie- 1.2k words. [henderson!reader]

“Just think about it.” You thought about all the times since he’d gotten back from camp that Dustin told you to “find your Suzie.” Robin was definitely your Suzie, if Suzie wasn’t Dustin’s Robin. You were sure you felt stronger for Rob than Dustin ever could for his long-distance girlfriend.

S’okay if You Like Her- 1.6k words.

“Steve,” you pressed, letting his name hang in the air as Steve’s brows knit together, staring at you like Eleven staring at a door and you could tell he was trying to read your mind. You raised your brows, the actual words caught in your throat with the bile that threatened to rise. I’m gay.

Well, That’s New- 700 words. [hopper!reader]

“So, it’s finally happening, huh?” your dad asked as he watched you run around the small cabin like a chicken without its head. You were frantically looking for your favorite shirt which seemed to have vanished into thin air and he was watching you from his recliner chair, mildly amused. “Y/N’s first date.” You rolled your eyes.

You Look Cute in That Hat- 2.5k words. [henderson!reader]

“Please, at least you and Steve still manage to look hot in your uniforms. I’m going to be an ugly, striped cylinder. They literally make their employees look like rainbow-striped hotdogs. Like, what is that?” You spoke quickly, going on a short tangent without realizing you’d called Robin hot until after you’d finished. You hoped she didn’t notice, but you weren’t so lucky. She stood there very still, eyes slightly wider than before and lips parted softly, the ghost of her smile still evident.

Steve Harrington x Reader

Intoxicated- 1k words. [byers!reader, established relationship]

“C’mon,” he began as he grabbed your wrist lightly and guided you into a sitting position. “Let’s get that shirt off you,” he continued and tugged at the hem of your shirt. You immediately obliged, peeling the fabric from your skin and tossing it before unhooking your bra and throwing it as well out of reflex. You looked up at Steve to see him blush and quickly advert his gaze, causing you to laugh.

Shut up! I Like Her- 1.6k works [henderson!reader]

You’d seen a few rare glimpses of the real Steve, though, whether he remembered or not. Three separate instances where Steve had been very drunk, the two of you had wandered off somewhere private, and he’d been very honest with you. He would talk about how much he hated Tommy and Carol. How his dad would always put him down for his grades. How people never really wanted to know the real him.

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peachbibi · 5 years ago

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Mr. Perfect // slow burn

Part V

Summary: Steve Harrington was the coolest guy at school and now he’s working with you at the rental store. Very complicated story about complicated feelings.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/ You

Warning: language

A/N: IM ALIVE! Yeah..This chapter is big so make some tea and prepare yourself. Btw, if you guys have any suggestions about the plot you can write them in the comments.

Sunday 1 am. You were sitting on the ground with your back placed to a cold wall of an old building. Your knees were covered with scratches and blood and the hem of your dress was torn. It was a cold night. The light of the sign ‘Family video’ painted your face red. You were barely crying and you didn’t even know why. Was it because of knee pain or because of Steve? You shivered because of wind and pulled your knees to chest. You felt betrayed. Betrayed and lonely. You picked up a bottle of tequila and took a big swallow. You’d been drinking the whole way here and now the bottle was half empty. Or half full. You giggled. Hot tears went down your cheek.

Let’s get back to the start.

Saturday evening; 7pm.

You were helping a very annoying man who didn’t know what he wanted. You had been standing in front of shelves with movies for thirty minutes. He touched his unshaved chin and looked at your exhausted face one more time.

“So, will you help me or not?” He asked you with that disdainful and haughty expression. His enormous belly was falling over the edge of his pants, he had a greasy spot on his t-shirt and yellow teeth. Jesus. He smelled like shit.

“Sure. Let’s repeat. What kind of film do you want?” You said with your teeth clenched.

“Jesus Christ. It’s very simple! I need a horror movie with a complicated romantic relationship and sprinkles of comedy”

“And?”

“Right! It’s very important - NUNS!” Like he forgot about that long discussion.

“Sir” You took a deep breath. “I’m telling you one more time: we don’t have movies like that. We either have horrors with shitty love story or comedies with shitty love story AND none of them have NUNS” You didn’t know what was wrong with that man but he pissed you out. You look at his red face that matched his t-shirt and suddenly caught Steve’s eyes behind him. Harrington was standing five feet away from you.

“Listen to me-“ Red face made a step to you and almost grabbed your hand. He was furious about a fucking movie. Man, get a life! You were getting not just exhausted but mad as hell. Before any word came out of your mouth, Steve placed his hand on mans’s shoulder.

“What about ‘Sister Gertrude’? It’s a horror with a nun and it is hilarious sometimes. I mean have you ever seen a possessed nun?” Steve gave him a tape and winked at you. You smiled unconsciously.

“But what about love line?” The man kept looking at the tape, he wasn’t that red anymore.

“It’s hard not to fall in love with Gertrude, isn’t it?” Steve’s gaze was still fixed on you and you rolled your eyes. The man thanked Steve for his help and went to the counter. Right. Thanks, Steve.

“Asshole.” Said Steve and came closer.

“Did you see his huge hairy wart on his neck?” He laughed.

“No...but I can see it from here. God” He brushed his hair with a hand, looking at Robin. “Do you- I mean... If you want... of course..”

“What? Did you forget how to use words?” That was a bit harsh. Sometimes you say something but you don’t really mean it. You made a small cough and looked away.

“I’m having a party this Sunday which is tomorrow. So, I’m asking you if you wanna come.” He rubbed his neck awkwardly. Sun went down behind him and the sunlight turned his hair gold. He is a tall and well built guy. Like a statue in a museum. Steve was looking at his hands waiting for an answer. “Robin will be there too”

“Yeah...um. Okay” that’s all you could say.

“Really?” He smiled widely. Such a child.

“Of course. Why not?”

“Okay. Cool...ugh. See you tomorrow then” He started to back up still looking in your eyes. He accidentally hit a rack with films and it fell down covering the floor with romcoms. You heard Robin laughing hard and you joined her.

“Dingus!” She said to him. “Clean everything up and come to me. I need to tell you something”

You came to the poor boy and sit next to him grabbing a pale of movies. You were so close you almost hear him breathing. His hair brushed your cheek and your shoulders touched. You quickly stood up and went to the storage room. You just needed to hide your rose face. You are too overeating. Like, it’s just Steve Harrington. Calm down.

Next day you spent with your mom watching movies and doing nothing. You were relaxing after a hard day at work. You couldn’t stop thinking about the party though. You were too concerned about it. At eight pm you took a shower and waited for Robin to come. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been preparing for the party with a friend. All those dresses and shoes and rock music and talks about getting drunk tonight.

Robin came to you fully prepared. She looked stunning and bitchin at the same time. She helped you to choose a dress and did you a makeover. You felt so great spending that time with Robin. She was so funny and supportive and cool. Like you have a real friend. Maybe she is your friend.

You were standing in front of wooden doors of Harrington house. It was a large two-storey building with a brown roof. You felt exited standing next to the blue-eyed girl who knocked on the door. Five minutes later the party boy opened to you. He was standing right in front of you holding a red cup with liquid. Just like the last time you’d visited his house. There was a difference though. Now he was looking at you. He noticed you. He knew you are here. And he smiled.

“Hello, ladies. I’m glad you’re here” he grabbed both of you and pulled in. House was full of teens and booze. You saw some people from high school but they weren’t there at the first party. They were ghost at school just like you. Then you realised that most of them was Robin’s friends. The crowd of people tugged you into the living room. Right to the dance floor. You couldn’t find Steve or Robin in that mess so you just danced. You had a chat with some classmates, moved your body a little and as party went by you realised you didn’t drink yet.

You went to the kitchen to grab something . Nobody was there. Just a table with snacks and a bowl with cherry punch. You didn’t bother about finding Robin anymore. You lost her as you came in. The wave of people devoured her. You were wondering was she having fun out there or looking for you? Guess she just forgot about you. Standing there drinking sweet-n-sour drink you listened to the sounds of music from the next room. You just needed a second to relax when Steve came. There was a bottle in his hand and he was rather tipsy.

“Here’s Y/N! How ar ya?” He sat on the couch in front of the table.

“I’m good. Yeah, it’s a pretty nice party” you came to him with a cup of punch, taking a bottle from him and adding some alcohol there. It wasn’t a nice party. You felt forgotten. Again. But now he’s here right?

“Jesus, I’m so happy you’re here. C’mon. Sit next to me” he pulled you closer on the sofa and placed his head on your shoulder. He’s not just tipsy. He’s drunk. You can smell it now.

“I can’t find Robin out there. She’s just disappeared” you looked in your cup and then at Steve. He was so close now. His eyes was fixed on you, his soft hair tickled your cheek and god... You liked it. You made a sip and burning liquid went down your throat.

“What?” You finally asked that dork who kept looking at you.

“What ‘what’?”

“You are an idiot, Steve Harrington” You smiled softly taking another drink.

“And you are beautiful, Y/N Y/L/N” your cheeks turned red and you turned your head away.

Robin with a couple of people interrupted your moment of awkwardness. There she is. She seemed busy talking and laughing and drinking. You stood up and went to the bathroom to fresh up as fast as you could. Your face were burning when you washed it with cold water. No, no, no. Not Harrington. Anyway, he didn’t mean it. He is drunk. You sat down on the corner of the bathtub and took a deep breath. This party sucks. Steve and Robin...That’s so messed up. You fixed your makeup a little bit and looked at yourself in the mirror. You never considered yourself as ‘beautiful’. Pretty, funny, smart but not...beautiful. To be logical, you didn’t have the perfect body from magazines and your hair and face. It just didn’t make any sense.

Sound of breaking glass pulled you out of your thoughts. Your opened the door and heard screaming. It was scary. The loud and angry voice cut the air. Sounded like a fight. Probably a serious one. The only thing you could think about now was to find a weapon. Yeah..weird. But it wasn’t your first party-fight. You came out of the bathroom and went into the closest room you saw. Presumably Steve’s room. You hadn’t got enough time to examine it so you just grabbed the barbed bat near his bed. By the time you went downstairs right into the living room, Steve was already fighting with...Um, you couldn’t see through the crowd. You jumped but still nothing. BAM! The crowd dispersed and you saw Harrington on the ground. His back was placed to the coffee table. Blood was dripping down from the corner of his mouth and from the scratch on the cheek. Tommy H. stood in front of him. He wanted to attack again.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!” You screamed and hit the floor with the bat. Tommy turned around and looked at you. Actually, everyone was looking at you. The girl who nobody knew was standing in a small dress and a big bat in front of the king of assholes.

“Hey, look who’s here. Sorry, I don’t remember your name. Steve, do you- No, I don’t think you remember her” Tommy smiled at you and you almost threw up. He took a step closer. This jerk knows who are you.

“One more step and I’ll beat the shit out of you” he didn’t listen. He just came closer when you hit the floor with the bat again. It was very close to his feet. He jumped back.

“Bitch” Tommy slowly turned around and went away. You dropped the bat and came to Steve.

“Jesus, Harrington. Why did you invite him?” Robin brought up a wet towel and placed it to his cheek.

“He didn’t” she looked at you. Where was she by the way? “I..um. I’ve invited his sister” Robin looked sad and disappointed. Steve couldn’t think or do anything cause he was drunk and beaten. His head was lying on her lap.

“And why did you do that?” You asked her as calm as you could. You actually wanted to shout at her.

“I didn’t know she’ll bring her brother and...boyfriend” It didn’t make any sense. It wasn’t even an answer to your question.

“Robin, what the hell? I came here because of you and I thought we could have some good time. And you just left me for an asshole’s sister. You left me all alone in the house full of strangers” She looked away.

“Sorry, but you won’t understand” she whispered.

“Clearly, I don’t understand anything” you stood up. “What’s wrong with you?” Robin looked scared and ashamed. You suddenly felt bad for your words. There was something you didn’t know. Something very bad.

Steve opened his eyes...well an eye actually. He looked at Robin who was barely crying and you. Furious.

“Out” he whispered.

“What?” You finally noticed him.

“I said get the hell out of my house” he said it so simple. Like he wasn’t throwing you out. Like it was a small talk about weather. But it hit you hard.

You left. With no words. You just grabbed a bottle from the ground near the exit and left. While you were coming down the stairs, you tripped and fell, tearing your tights. It was painful but you stood up, took down your shoes and leaded down the street.

And now we are here.

You wiped your tears and pressed your head to the wall. Your eyes were closed. Silence. Sounds of footsteps.

“Hey” said very familiar voice.

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trailerparkflower · 6 years ago

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Borderline personality disorder + Steve Harrington?...

So I was thinking about how Steve acts in relationships, researched dependency from the partner and then found a lot of info about BPD, wich made me think what many of the disorder symptoms are very fitting to Steve and explains some things in his behaviour. Lets starts, guys!

Promiscuity.

All his teen life Steve been slutting around probably too scared for serious relationships (because its better that way, no one will leave him if he leaves them first), all charming and needy and touch-starved, calming down his desire for attention and affection.

Unstable relationships/idealization of the partner, lack of boundares.

Then he settled in the realationships with Nancy (who are brave and smart and oh, so stable), which turned out pretty much unhealthy from both of the sides, and Steve became so depended on his her to the point of breaking up his bounds with everyone else( including his probably childhood best friend Tommy) except her and planning all his life to revolve around Nancy.

Fear of abandoment, frantic efforts to avoid being alone.

He fears what Nancy will abandon him so much what he becomes even more clingy and needy, while she gains even more control in relationships and becomes a “top dog” (from Joe words). In ST1 we also see how insecure and jealous Steve was to Jonathan, his dramatic reaction on John and Nacny hug, jumping in conclusions without any evidences. He even breaks Jonathan camera in the begining just out of his “insecurity” (again, based on Joe interview), fear what Nancy and Jonathan have better understanding of each other. In other words, he afraid what Nacny will leave him for someone else and he will stay alone again. Steve Harrington canonically has big abandoment issues, probably cased by neglecting parents.

Needing attention+validation

Idk if I even should comment it. We all know what King Steve persona was build for getting attention, admiration and validation from others, know how much time Steve spends on his looks and hair, how pleased he is when Tommy and Carol have all eyes on him. When he doesnt get compliments from Nancy, he pouts and praises himself on his own because he needs that.... “see, a ninja”; “make sure you wont forget this pretty face”, ect. You ask me, Steve has the biggest praise kink in all Hawkins.

Inability to regulate emotion, difficultes with anger controlling. Impulsivity.

Steve is one yelling bitch. He is a soft boy, but when he gets really upset and angry, he becomes mean and yelly and acts without thinking. He tears apart his own essay because Nancy couldnt help him with it, he pouts, storms of the rooms, screams at people.

Getting upset easily + habit of blocking out intense painful emotions.

If you ask Steve how he doing, he probably will smile and say “peachy!”. Not because everything is really peachy, but because Steve prefers to ignore his own problems and things what makes him sad and pretend what everything is perfectly alright. He asks Nancy go to the movie and “pretend everything is normal for a few hours.”, says what his parents totally gave him hell for drinking beer but “who cares, screw them” and changes the theme. Tommy screams “run away, Stevie boy, like you always do!”, wich suggest us what Steve has a tendentions to avoid confrontations and stressful situations. He once again says Nancy go to the party and pretend to be normal teens in ST2 when she voices her concerns, and we see what ignoring problems and pretending is Steves constant coping mechanism for stress fear and sadness.

Distorted self-image.

Steves sense of self also seems to be instable and based on how people around him see him, like with Tommy he was a school bad boy, with Nancy he became a good guy, with Dustin he became a total soft dork as we see in ST3 trailer. He is unsure about his own goals, he doesnt knows who he is and who he wants to be, like wich job he prefers and what he likes to do in his life generally. Tending to base his own self on his relationships with other people, he gets complitely lost in the end of ST2 when Nancy is no longer with him.

Self-harm, self-desctuctive behaviour. Self damaging acts as drinking, drugs, vandalism.

Steve smokes, drinks, gets into the fights he cant win. Stands near Tommy when he writes about Nancy the slut and Jonathan the creep, runs away from cops. I would even say what his fight with Jonathan was quite maschostic, because Steve rilled him up and then barely protected himself and almost didnt resisted when Jonathan pushed him to the ground and started to punch non stop. Tbh for me it seemed like if Steve was so upset what he wanted some physical pain to blur his emotional one.

Dissociation, "zoning out"

Sometimes if you pay enough attention, you see Steve standing/sitting here with blank empty face. Usually it happens in stressful events, when he has some free time by himself. He also gets slow time to time, like hes habing hard time to concentrate. Cant be sure, but its does seems like zoning out. Im think there was even some parody video where people noticed what Steve sometimes gets blank faced and slow in the middle of the talk.

Paranoidal ideas, anixety, nervousness

Oh, this one is easy. You honestly wont find another ST character who is so full of anixety. He is fidgety, he hugs himself in a self-defense manner, he makes himself look smaller than he is, he constantly has the deer in the highlights look on his face, he cant think and act straight when he meets the Upside Down monster first time, so Jonathan even has to grab his hand and yank him to run. We also see how Steve is afraid of the goverment in the ST2, I would say its paranoidal behaviour-its seems like he does think what they are constantly being watched. Says what they will destroy their lives and families and changes the theme what Nancy wants to discuss.

In ST1 he is also ridiculously scared what his parents, dad especially, will find out what he drunk some beer, he gets so scared of this idea what he even calls Nancy and asks not to mention that to the cops, says what his parents will “Murder him”.

In ST2 he is also pretty freaked out by Billy, in basketball scene when he is pushed down and Billy holds his hand you can see what Steve is trembling and looks like he is going to cry. Im not joking guys, just rewatch the scene....Poor guy just cant have a rest!

Presistent feelings of emptiness & guilt

“I'm sorry? What the hell am I sorry for?”

No matter is he guilty or not, if Steve having a conflict with someone, most of the times he will feel guilty and be sorry, as we see in the show. He wants to apologize to Jonathan for telling him means things, saying, “I just wanna be good, make things right”, buys him new camera (and giving it to Nancy, not presenting it to Jonathan himself.), cleans local theatre, he says sorry to Nancy, calls himself a jerk, a shitty boyfriend (wich is kinda downgrading himself), wanting to bring her roses and say how sorry he is again. Dustin also easily kind of guilt trips (”you promised to protect us”) him to protect the party in the tonnels, while Steve clearly was against the whole thing, and feeling really unwell after getting his ass beaten by Billy.

Learning disability/scool problems. BPD can make it difficult for them to control the focus of their attention, to concentrate.

Steve plays it cool and pretends unbothered, but he actually tries hard to learn stuff. Even in ST1 we see in his room, what his table is covered by various homework papers. Its been shown what Steve having a hard time with study, what he is eager to be useful but not the smartest guy around, from his really chaotic essay and getting C-, to the Nazis comment. Its seems like he has some learning disability and doesnt even knows about it himself.

Its also a known hinted fact what Steve doesnt have a good relationships with his parents, especially with strict father, he even calls him a “grade A asshole”. By their absence in the series, when we saw all the main character families, Steve remains all alone in big house, wich makes us think about how neglecting they are. The thing is, “people with BPD have been found to be significantly more likely to having been abused by parents.”

During development, Joe Keery and the Duffers spoke about “what kind of family life [Steve] comes from and maybe this girl Nancy is quiet and listens in a way that other people haven't listened to him at this point.”-wich is pretty fitting to the portrayal of “neglecting, denying the validity of childnren thoughts and feelings parents”-that type of the bad parenting what BPD people mostly experenced.

“Parents were also reported to have failed to provide needed protection and to have neglected their child's physical care”, what gaves us the possible reason of Steves constant anixety and running away from the problems issues.

So, while we dont know can it be canon or not, I would say what there is high possibilities what Steve has BPD.

#steve harrington #BPD #character meta #stranger things #long post #harringrove

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The Dating Game 2 - Jonathan Byers

It’s Thanksgiving time and Jonathan is starting to question his feelings.

The Dating Game 1 2 - Jonathan Byers x reader

November 20th 1984

“My dad’s family does this big shindig at our house every year. Tons of food, it’s really something.” Steve mentioned when you asked about his upcoming holiday plans. He was sprawled out on the la-z-boy in the basement, playing you in a competitive back and forth game of tetris.

“Sounds nice, my dad’ll probably just work that day. Maybe somebody at the office will give him a can of cranberries or something.” You shrug. After everything that had happened following Halloween, not including your odd relationship status with both Jonathan Byers and Steve Harrington, you were trying to bring some normality back into your life. Things seemed to be better between Steve and Nancy, not great, not dating again, but better than Tina’s Halloween party. She wasn’t screaming bullshit at him anymore. But she was hanging around Jonathan more and more these days and you were hanging around him less and less. Despite the arrangement you’d made with Jonathan things hadn’t gone to plan after Halloween. Things hadn’t even gone normally after Halloween and there was little time to be made for school projects when the safety of the world seemed to be at stake. But you and Steve stayed close.

“Come to ours.” Steve offered.

“I couldn’t.” You kept your eyes on the tv screen as your turn on tetris started.

“It’d be cool, Nancy is gonna stop by. The more the merrier. You can even sign the famous Harrington Family Thanksgiving Tablecloth and put some shit about what you’re thankful for.”

“Dear Harrington Family Tablecloth, I’m so thankful that Steve isn’t as much of a tool as everyone said.” You laughed as he threw a pillow at your head.

“Hey, I didn’t invite myself over your house to avoid responsibility so that you could be mean to me.” He said, dodging the pillow you chucked back at him. “Besides it’d look good ya know, my fake girlfriend should be at Thanksgiving with me.”

“With you and your ex-girlfriend who you’re desperately trying to get back together with?” You laughed, “How’d you convince Nancy to come anyway?”

“I asked. I’m a charmer man, the ladies love me.” He replied, “plus I told her it was just as a friend.”

“Alright, I’ll stop by. Now finish your round, I’ve got work in twenty minutes and Keith freaked out last time I was late.” You had gotten a job a few days before Halloween at the arcade and adjoining video store in Hawkins. It wasn’t your dream job and working with Keith was definitely not what you wanted but money was money and your dad was insistent that you get a job to pay for, what he considered, unnecessary goods.

Possibly the worst part of working at the arcade was the fact that it was a common hang out for Hawkins youth. While you only ever had to deal with people like Tommy and Carol when they came in to rent a movie, or last week when Tommy and some guys snuck into the private room of the video store to look at the porn, you still got stuck seeing all the middle school kids on the daily. Some of them, like Dustin or Jonathan’s little brother Will, were more bearable than others but they were still kids and fighting a pack of demadogs with them was a lot different than saying hi where everyone could see. Because while you didn’t have anything to prove to anyone you still felt a mild amount of embarrassment every time Carol and Tina saw you being friendly to Will Byers or his friends. It was bad enough that you worked with Keith.

After your heated game of tetris Steve dropped you at the arcade with five minutes to spare. He was going to have dinner with Nancy, a big step in their developing friendship/ex-relationship. His plans to whoo her back weren’t going as smoothly as he imagined and she wasn’t falling for the bait that you two were dating, no matter how much time Steve inevitably spent hanging around you. He might be able to convince Tommy and Tina and Carol and all his other friends with some BS story about meeting at Halloween after Nancy split on him but she clearly wasn’t as gullible. She was friends with Jonathan after all, she knew what being ‘just friends’ looked like.

Nancy was dressed and ready to go to dinner with Steve when Jonathan pulled up to her house to drop off Will. She waved, walking down the driveway to say hello. After everything that had happened to them this year and the year before Nancy had re-evaluated what was important to her and what wasn’t. These days gossip around the school or graffitied signs on the movie theater didn’t mean a thing to her. People whispered about her friendship with Jonathan and about her break-up with Steve but Nancy didn’t care about their bullshit.

“Mike said you’re taking them to the arcade?” Nancy asked, leaning down to rest her arm against Jonathan’s window so she could talk to him. Behind her Will ran inside, slamming the door after him.

“I promised Will.” Jonathan shrugged, “he’s really looking forward to it.” Jonathan and Joyce were trying their hardest to give Will a normal life amidst the turmoil of demagorgons and the upside-down. Sometimes Jonathan felt like his mother was a little too overbearing with his younger brother but he understood why she was and he did his best to watch over Will as much as she wanted him to. Like today, before all of this Will would’ve easily gone to the arcade with Mike and Dustin without needing an accompanying babysitter but Joyce insisted that Jonathan go, claiming that it would be nice for the brothers to bond, as if they didn’t already.

“That’s good.” Nancy nodded. She looked back at the house to make sure that the boys hadn’t come out yet and then back to Jonathan, “how’s he doing?”

“Alright?” Jonathan offered, hating the question. Even when it was Nancy Wheeler who asked it. He never felt like he knew what to say. Was Will really alright? Would he continue to be alright? Would all this continue to be normal now that Eleven closed the gate? It was hard to say and frankly he’d rather not dwell on it too much.

The conversation was interrupted by Will, Mike, and Dustin running to the car. “Well,” Nancy patted the window the same way her mother did when she was ending a conversation. “I’ll see you later.” And then she was walking to her mom’s car and getting in.

While Jonathan drove the boys to the arcade Nancy made her way to dinner with Steve. An upgrade from the diner, Steve had chosen a nicer restaurant in town. It was an Italian place near the theatre that played live music and had some pretty decent garlic bread. He was already waiting outside for her when she pulled into a parking space, his hair in perfect place and his clothes suggesting that maybe this was more than a casual dinner. But Nancy had dressed up a little too, though she tried to play it off.

“Nance,” Steve opened the door to the restaurant for her and pulled out her chair when they got to the table. “Uh, how’ve you been?”

“Good, since yesterday.” She laughed.

Across town Jonathan was walking into the arcade behind Dustin, Will, and Mike. Though he had agreed to take the three boys there to meet Max and Lucas he was already starting to regret it. The arcade was dimly lit and loud, a sensory overload for someone with such sensitively inclined vision. He stood off to the side, trying not to crowd his brother and friends, instead attempting to fade into a corner until it was time to leave. Which could be hours from now he realized.

“As I live and breathe, you creeping in the corner on purpose Byers?” You teased, bumping your hip against his as you stopped next to him.

Jonathan looked over, letting out an uncomfortable laugh and then shaking his head, “I brought Will and his friends.” Just as he pointed them out Will looked over and you shared a wave with the younger Byers.

“How’d they pry you away from Nancy?” You asked, curious that he wasn’t spending his time with her and wondering if he knew about the non-date/date Steve had arranged.

“I don’t...we don’t hang out all the time.” Jonathan replied.

“Well if you’re looking to kill some time you’re welcome to hang out with me. I’ll let you in on a classified secret,” you joked, leaning closer to him, “I’m tons of fun.”

You and Jonathan hadn’t spent much time together since Halloween. A couple of meet-ups at Benny’s to talk over plans for the writing assignment that you still hadn’t told him you wanted to base on his drama with Nancy. Otherwise you had only seen him when you were with Steve around school or the few classes when you sat together. You still liked Jonathan, that was undeniable, but with everything that happened pretending to date wasn’t nearly as important as saving Will’s life. And you understood that. You didn’t expect him to make time for you and stupid school junk when he was battling some tornado with legs. But things had died down and you couldn’t help taking this opportunity to spend some time with him.

Jonathan laughed, “do you have anywhere quieter than here?” He asked, throwing another glance his brother’s way.

“Follow me,” you beckoned, leading the way through the heavy red curtain that separated the arcade and the movie rental. “Keith usually hangs on that side and he should be back any second from lunch.”

“It’s dinner time.” Jonathan pointed out, grabbing a stool from behind the counter to sit on. You took the other and sat beside him where your school books were spread out.

“It’s second lunch time for Keith. He’ll take a break for dinner in like two more hours.” You laughed, “don’t question the logic just go with it.”

“Sorry I’ve been so MIA lately.” he mentioned after a pause of silence between the two of you. He was watching older women shopping for movies to rent so that he didn’t have to look toward you as he apologized. Nancy had been right when she told him that he had a crush on you. He did. And while Nancy didn’t fall for stupid high school tricks like you’re fake relationship with Steve Harrington but Jonathan was not above being fooled by the rumors. It wasn’t that he believed all the stupid shit that Carol and Tommy talked about but he had ears and he heard them mention your name in conjunction with Steve’s enough times that he thought maybe you really were dating. Things had worked out the way they planned at Halloween and things definitely weren’t going the way he wanted them too with Nancy but maybe you had managed to score Steve while he was still fumbling over his own nonexistent love life.

“Can’t really be mad about that can I? It’d just make me look like a massive dick.” You teased. “And in case you haven’t noticed I’m the opposite of that.”

“I’ve noticed.” Jonathan replied, laughing as he loosened up.

You couldn’t help the flutter in your chest at the sound of his laugh and the implication that he’d noticed you, even if he was just joking. A silence settled over the two of you as you watched a lady nearing the checkout with a movie in her hands only to turn at the last moment and keep looking. You leaned against the counter top, reading over your textbook as Jonathan reached over and took the homework handout to look over.

“Have you done that yet?” You asked, not looking up from your work.

“Ah, yeah I finished it during study period.” Jonathan put the paper down again. He looked over at you while you were distracted with your homework. It sounded funny to say but ever since you had interrupted him watching Nancy that day in English it was almost as if you had disrupted his entire focus. Before October, and even before last year Jonathan would’ve said that he had a crush on Nancy Wheeler. His brother’s best friend’s older sister was just the picture of what a high school dream girl was supposed to be and however shallow it was he had fallen into the trap of wanting her as much as any other guy. And realizing that she wasn’t just some girl-next-door pretty enough to be in a catalogue had only made him like her more. And yeah, maybe the fact that she was pretty and she could hold her own against a demagorgan were the only reasons he liked her but they were in high school, he shouldn’t have to need more reasons.

When he thought about it, really took the time to go over it in his head, that split second in time that should’ve been so insignificant threw him for more of a loop than he expected. One second he was sitting in class staring at Nancy Wheeler and wishing she would give half as much of her attention to him as she did to Steve when you called his name and started talking to him. He’d turned his head to look at you and suddenly it was like he could quite put his focus back on Nancy. At Halloween when he left you on the stoop at Tina’s house in your Stevie Nicks get up he couldn’t stop the resentment he felt toward Nancy beneath his general concern for her well-being. He found himself wanting to know if you had looked at him the same way he was looking at you or if he was imagining it.

“So you and Steve?” He asked because he couldn’t stop himself from wondering. Had he really pushed you into Steve Harrington’s arms or had you liked the Patrick Dempsey of Hawkins Highschool this whole time.

“What about me and Steve?” You asked, tilting your head to the side to gauge Jonathan’s expression. He was so hard to read and most of the time he just came off as shy and awkward.

He shrugged, trying to ‘play it cool’ if that was even a possible action for a Byers, “I’ve just...seen you around him a lot and I heard that you were dating.” If you were dating would he tell you that your boyfriend was out with Nancy right now or did you know?

You thought about telling him the truth. That you and Steve were playing everyone the way you and Jonathan had intended on playing Nancy. He would keep a secret, that much you were positive about. But why was he asking? Because he was genuinely curious about your relationship status with Steve or because he wanted to make sure that Nancy really was off the market. Or was it something else? The something else that made you get butterflies when he laughed at something you said or when he saw you across the hall at school and waved just to you in the midst of a chaotic surge of students. The something else that had you wishing his gaze lingered on you the way it lingered on Nancy. So you decided to lie, to see where this was going. “Yeah. I guess so.”

His brow furrowed and a frown set on his face and he opened his mouth to say something when Will came through the curtain divider and asked him to look at a high score. “Oh, alright.” He finally said as he stood up and followed his brother back to the arcade.

What did alright mean?

November 22nd, 1984 - Thanksgiving

Though you hadn’t intended to when you set out on Thanksgiving around 5pm you had dined-and-dashed at the Harringtons’ . And hardly dined to be honest. You’d arrived at Steve’s a little after leaving your own house, dressed a lot nicer than you usually did and carrying a store-bought pumpkin pie. The last one that you’d been so desperate to grab you’d stolen it from the cart of an older woman while she was looking over the bread selection in the grocery store. You didn’t want to show up empty handed after he was nice enough to invite you and the personal guilt you felt over having baked nothing for them but having a perfectly baked apple pie sitting in the back seat of your car waiting for you to go to the Byers forced you to buy something.

It was because of the Byers that you had dressed up too. Or, a specific Byers, Jonathan had invited you to his family’s Thanksgiving dinner on Tuesday night at the arcade and you couldn’t say no. Not that you wanted to say no. The opportunity to spend any amount of time with Jonathan and the fact that he wanted to see you enough that he had brought up Thanksgiving in the first place and invited you. Sure, Steve had invited you, unprompted, to his house for dinner too but that was different. You were friends with Steve and you wouldn’t quite call whatever you and Jonathan had ‘friends’.

You didn’t want to read too much into the invitation from Jonathan but that didn’t stop you from the nervous anticipation as you checked your appearance in the mirror a dozen times before leaving your house. You’d brushed your teeth twice and changed your clothes more than that as you tried to imagine what would look best. What would tell Jonathan that you liked him and that you were better than Nancy. Or maybe not better but a viable second option. Did he know Nancy was going to Steve’s? Was she going to Jonathan’s too? Was he going to hers?

“I thought you were leaving?” Steve called, walking over to your car and breaking the reckless train of thought you were trapped on.

You’d said goodbye to everyone at least ten minutes ago and then walked out to your car, headed for Jonathan’s. But then your brain started to work again and all those thoughts about Nancy and you and Jonathan and the stupid fake dating scheme with Steve bubbled up and you worried that maybe this was all a terrible idea. Maybe you should just drive home.

Steve called your name.

“Sorry, just a little on edge today.” You apologized.

You managed to drive all the way to the Byers without incident though you had been tempted to turn down your street and go home the minute you were stopped at the corner. You worked through it though, forcing your foot on the gas pedal and going straight to the Byers. Then you sat in the car outside their house, parked beside Chief Hopper’s truck as you tried to pep talk yourself into going inside. You might’ve stayed there all night if it wasn’t for Will coming outside.

He knocked on the car window and you were so startled you hit the horn.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry,” you apologized as you got out of the car. Will looked concerned more than upset and the front door flew open to reveal both Jonathan and Joyce.

“Are you alright?” Jonathan asked, coming down off the porch.

“Fine, fine...hit the horn is all.” You continued to ramble as you got the tupperware from the backseat. “I made apple pie, is that okay? It’s about the only thing I can make.”

“Of course.” Joyce always looked so warm. Even now she looked so genuinely happy and warm that you found yourself wishing she was your mom. She took the tupperware from you and Will headed back inside after checking that you were okay and apologizing for startling you.

Jonathan stayed though, grabbing your upper arm when you started to follow the rest of his small family inside. “Hey, are you sure you’re okay?”

You weren’t sure if it was because Will had been through so much and he always expected the worst or if you genuinely looked that freaked out but Jonathan was looking at you like you might pass out at any moment. You smiled and nodded. What could you say, that you’d worked yourself into a panic over the meaning of his invitation and were so terrified to go inside that you had chosen to just sit there and creep on them? That sounded crazy. You were just...friends?

“I’m fine.” You promised.

Jonathan let go of you and led the way inside. Joyce hadn’t decorated quite as festively as the Harringtons but it was certainly cleaner than the last time you’d been inside her house. The first time you’d been there, with Steve and Billy. Chief Hopper was there, sitting on the couch drinking a beer as Joyce finished setting out dinner. The two of them were talking about different people in town. You could Will down the hall talking to El in his bedroom and the sound of music coming from somewhere else. You weren’t usually so obtrusive but you couldn’t help following the sound, not even realizing that Jonathan had followed you down the hall.

It was his room the noise was coming from. He’d been in his room before you arrived, trying to find the cleanest shirt he could from the various shirts left around the small space. It shouldn’t have mattered, you weren’t Nancy and he had a crush on Nancy. But somehow it did matter and he felt nervous about you coming for dinner. He’d cleaned the house that afternoon. Every spare plate, every out of place magazine or toy that Will had left lying around. He’d wiped down the table and vacuumed and swept the porch. It was a little unusual but Joyce didn’t argue and she didn’t ask either.

“I thought he was hanging around Mike’s sister.” Hopper commented as he came into the kitchen, keeping his voice low so no one would overhear him.

“I thought so too.” Joyce shrugged. She’d only met you once before, “I thought she was Steve Harrington’s girlfriend.”

“Who?”

“The kid with the hair.” She gestured to her head, swooping her hand back the way Steve always did.

While they debated Steve Harrington, you and Jonathan were in his room. He stood back near the door as you thumbed through his music collection, listening to the cassette that was playing right now. You picked up a small plastic case, a hand-drawn picture on the jacket and popped it open. A mix-tape. Tiny writing on the inside of the jacket listed all the songs on the cassette and just a date was where the title would be. You laid it down and picked up another, similar tape. Jonathan fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, not sure what to say as you looked over his music collection.

There wasn’t a lot that Jonathan shared with people. His music collection and his photographs were the most private things he owned. They belonged to him solely and he only ever opened up about them with people that he knew he could trust. His mom, Will, Nancy had seen a few pictures. But no one else. But here you were looking through his personal music collection in his room, as if you had just stepped inside his brain and decided to take a tour.

“This mix is really good.” You commented as the next song started to play.

“Thanks.” Jonathan took another step into the room.

“I’m terrible at making mixes. I mean...I try ya know but I just can’t get the songs in the right order.” You admitted, putting a cassette down and turning toward Jonathan.

“I uh,” Jonathan began to speak but quickly backtracked. He wanted to offer to make you one, it was right there on the tip of his tongue, waiting for him to say. But whatever social awkwardness plagued him he knew well enough that mixtapes were for girlfriends or boyfriends and not for random English partners that were just at Thanksgiving because he was so anxious he blurted out an invitation while he was waiting with you for his brother to be finished at the arcade. They weren’t for girls that he thought he didn’t like but that now caused his chest to tighten and his palms to get clammy when he was in the same room as her.

“Sorry,” you laughed, taking his silence for a different sort of discomfort than the kind you were currently suffering from. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”

The words ‘you are’ danced across his lips but he only shrugged and said, “we could listen to something else?” He walked all the way into his room, coming up beside you and shuffling through his collection until he came to a cassette that he was particularly fond of. “I made this one a couple weeks ago...took all day Saturday.” then it was his turn to laugh nervously, “sorry that sounds lame.”

“No way, I spent all Saturday playing tetris by myself in the basement. You’re preaching to the choir.”

Somehow the tension dissipated and the room was left with an oddly peaceful silence as you sat on Jonathan’s bed with him, listening to the mixtape he’d put in. He was moving so minutely you weren’t sure you were even seeing it correctly. But you could swear that out of your peripheral vision you could see Jonathan just slightly bop his head to the song that was on. And you thought maybe if you turned your head you could even catch the barest movement from his lips as he mouthed the words.

You kept your focus mainly trained on the comforter beneath your hands, only looking at him every once in a while, when you thought you could chance it. Jonathan’s fringe was a godsend in that moment and he used it to block your view of his eyes so he could watch you. Watch the tiny smile that came to your face when a certain lyric was sung. The way you looked so happy when you recognized a song and the way you would mouth the title as the opening chords came, trying to guess what the next song on the mixtape was. He let his mind wander to what it might be like if you were more than just friends. If he hadn’t found himself pining after Steve Harrington’s girl all over again. He wondered if you would be sitting together like this. Or would he be laying in bed with you, your head on his chest as you listened to a mixtape he made just for you. He let himself smile, thinking about the way you might kiss his cheek when a song you were really fond of started playing. Or maybe you’d listen in his car, driving in the rain and headbanging along to whatever music was playing. Maybe he’d pull over when the thunder got really bad and you’d make out in the back seat.

Another glance over at Jonathan and you saw him blushing just the slightest. The faint red disappeared into the collar of his t-shirt. He looked over at you and while you had looked away every other time you found yourself staring right back. You smiled and he smiled back, as simple as that. And then you swore he leaned toward you, just like a movie.

“Dinner!” Joyce’s voice pierced through the house and Jonathan nearly fell over his feet as he stood up. He gulped and ran a hand through his hair and started toward the door before realizing you were still sitting on his bed, laughing quietly at him.

“Come on...my mom makes great stuffing.” He nodded toward the hallway for confirmation.

This is so long I just kept writing sorry. There’s one more part left.

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