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maithefluffychicken · 1 year ago

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Whatever you want, birthday boy.

Steve is 33, Eddie is twenty something. Age gap Steddie fic I wrote for my birthday. Very explicit, semi public sex.

"Thirty three," Steve sighs, melancholic. "I can't believe it."

"Well, think about it this way," Dustin opens his mouth and Steve knows whatever he's going to say it's not going to comfort him at all. "If you were a hobbit, you'd be an adult at last!"

"How's that supposed to be a good thing?" Steve groans, looking at the kid (ok, not a kid anymore since he's now twenty, but still a kid in Steve's eyes). "You basically told me I'm old even in that fantasy world of yours!"

Robin, bless her, punches Dustin's shoulder as punishment, getting a satisfying grunt of pain from him.

"I told you that that bit was unnecessary, Henderson," Robin chastises him and before Dustin can open his nosy mouth, adds, "what Steve needs is to go out and have fun tonight, what do you say, Harrington? Party night?"

"We already have plans, remember?" Dustin mumbles between gritted teeth, opening his eyes comically and pointing at Steve with his head.

"It's ok, I know about the surprise party, kid, you can talk about it freely," Steve shrugs and Dustin blinks several times, flabbergasted and offended.

"How…"

"Baby Wheeler," Robin says as an explanation, and that is, in fact, enough to get Dusting to ramble for a whole hour about how he can't trust anybody.

The party with the kids is, well, pretty nice. Sure, they're the kids he used to babysit when they all were… actually kids, but Steve loves all of them more than he loves his own family.

Robin is there, being the funny, eccentric aunt, pulling silly pranks for all of them and dancing horribly, dragging the girls with her and making them laugh.

Dustin has chastised Mike for hours, making Steve laugh at his antics, but now, the curly haired boy is enraptured watching Erica Sinclair dancing with El and Max.

Meanwhile, Lucas is crumpling a disposable cup, frowning at Dustin and his lovesick, bright eyes. Oh well, that's going to be fun. Steve, with a fond smile on his lips, wonders how this all will end.

Mike is talking quietly to sweet Baby Byers, who is blushing and hiding his smile behind his cup. These two should talk sooner or later, too, even if privately Steve thinks Will could find someone better.

That's what Mike thought about him when Steve was dating Nancy, and he can understand it now.

Jonathan and Argyle are already stoned and laughing about god knows what, sprawled on the coach. Steve is grateful this is not his house, he'd hate to clean up all this mess the next morning.

"Well, well, birthday boy," Nancy greets him, pouring herself a drink. "A little bird has told me that you're feeling down about your birthday."

Steve grunts.

"My birthday is ok," Steve shrugs. "It's the number that makes me sad. I'm old."

Nancy huffaws. "We are the same age."

"You're younger and prettier," Steve pouts, making Nancy laugh.

"God, she's right, you're moping, you need to get laid," his ex-girlfriend sighs with a sad smile.

"I don't-"

"Yes! Shut up," Robin interrupts them, how she has heard them, Steve doesn't know. She wraps her lanky arm around Steve's neck. "Steve needs to go out and find a nice someone. If you know what I mean. I'm taking him out now that we're done here."

"You're not-"

"Shut up, Steve, this is not about you," Robin cuts him, putting her dainty index finger in his lips.

"It's my birthday and you're talking about me and my sex life."

"What sex life, Steve?" Nancy asks with a grin. Robin, of course, snorts inelegantly.

"Auch, that was unnecessary, Wheeler."

"No more talking, baby," Robin says and starts tugging at Steve's arm. "You have your tight jeans, your shirt is ok, and your hair is amazing as always. Let's go!"

"But I want another piece of cake!" Steve tries, and loses.

He wasn't expecting a cake at all, and it was very nice when El and Max appeared holding a three chocolates cake, candles lit atop of it and everything.

"You'll have more cake later, say bye to everyone," Robin orders him, not unkindly.

Steve obliges with a tired sigh.

"Bye, everyone."

The club is fucking crowded when they arrive. Robin announces to the security man at the door that it's his best friend's birthday, and to Steve's dismay, she starts telling everyone who's listening that it's actually Steve's twentieth five birthday.

Fuck. Steve wishes to have twenty five years again.

He was in better form at that age, still playing basketball regularly and enjoying swimming, back when his lungs were in top form.

Steve knows objectively that being thirty three doesn't make him old, holy fuck, he knows that.

But it's sad how his life turned out.

He dropped uni because his parents lost all their money in their poorly chosen investment and his shitty minimum wage salary job wasn't enough to pay his studies and rent.

His high school sweetheart, his Nancy, broke up with him after that. Sure, they're friends now, but it was, in Nancy's words, bullshit. All that happened between them was bullshit until they managed to be civilized in front of each other again.

Then…, well, shitty job after shitty job, trying hard for nothing. He ended up working at Hopper's mechanic workshop - man, that's a story to tell some day. He's grateful that Hopper didn't give up with him.

But then again, no love, not too much money. At least Steve kept his friends and his health.

"This year is going to be your lucky year, Steve!" Robin yells at him when they manage to reach the bar, digging elbows here and there to make themselves a place. "Thirty three is a master number, baby, this is your year!"

"If you say so…"

"But today you're twenty five again!" His best friend keeps yelling to make herself be heard over the music.

It's not the kind of club Steve would choose. It's not the club neither of them would choose to spend the night, now that Steve stops and looks around. Why Robin even knows this place unsettles him.

First, the music is all wrong. Rock and roll blasting through the massive speakers, the riff of an electric guitar thrilling Steve's eardrums.

Second, the place itself. Dark and grimy as usual, yes, but the walls are covered in posters of bands Steve doesn't even recognize. Well, most of them. He knows Led Zeppelin because of Hopper, and AC/DC, but that's all.

Third, the people around them: metalheads, all of them. Bare skin covered in black ink tattoos, tight black jeans, well worn band t-shirts and ripped black lace everywhere. Fuck, is that guy wearing eyeliner?

Steve perches on the bar to call to any of the bartender's attention and then he sees it: the blonde girl that is, possibly, the reason they're in this metalhead club.

He looks at Robin before even doing a once over to the girl. His best friend smiles sheepishly at him.

"Really, Robin?" Steve mouths, arching a brow.

Robin shrugs with her beatific smile still on her lips. "Sorry," she mouths back at him.

The blonde girl, wearing a black crop top and revealing some tattoos, is talking with another waiter, a guy. Tall, with long, curly hair. He’s wearing a long sleeve shirt with black sheer material that clings to his toned arms and chest.

"You don't even respect my birthday now," Steve yells at her. The loud music and the fact that he's smiling at her makes the whole accusation fall flat.

"I still want you to have fun and get laid, try something new!" Robin says, tugging at his sleeve, and ok, she's right, Steve can have fun tonight and enjoy himself.

“I’m gonna do it,” Eddie says, a wolfish smile tugging at his lips.

“No, no, no, I forbid it,” Chrissy puts herself between Eddie and his target.

“But, look at him!” Eddie pouts. They’re yelling at each other so they can hear what they’re saying, even if Eddie is sure Chrissy can read his mind by now. “Or, don’t know, look at the girl that is with him and let me go, whatever.”

“Exactly, Eddie,” Chrissy has that exasperated look when she speaks. “He’s with a girl, you don’t know if…”

“Excuse me, madam,” Eddie cuts her, “but my gay-radar never, ever, fails.”

“Yes, yes, I know, but…”

“Then what’s the problem?” Eddie asks, looking at the guy that has him enraptured over her shoulder.

“The problem is that we don’t serve free drinks just because, Eddie!”

“I’ll find an excuse, darling,” Eddie promises, and shoves her to get to his target.

The target is the cutest preppy guy he has ever seen in his whole life. A white t-shirt that stretches over his pecs, of course, and a white and red windbreaker that makes him look broader than he probably is, Eddie wants to discover it. He’s sure that the guy is also wearing tight jeans, he looks just like the type, a jock. Tall, pretty face, great hair, like a white, bright beacon in a sea of metalheads wearing all-black outfits: the guy seems lost here, at the Horned Demon, with his looks and his styled hair. Eddie wants to ruin him. He can’t stop thinking about the unnamed things he wants to do to him while he approaches him and the girl that is talking to him.

“Hello, handsome!” Eddie greets him with a wink when he reaches their spot, leaning across the sticky bar so the preppy guy can hear him. “What can I do for you?”

It’s so difficult to be sultry while Judas Priest is blasting at full volume, but Eddie fucking tries, wearing his most charming smile and looking at the guy with interest.

The guy doesn’t have the chance to speak, though. The girl who accompanies him - Eddie is 90% sure she’s not his girlfriend - jumps over him, wrapping an arm over the guy’s shoulder, and yells at Eddie.

“He likes cranberry vodka!” She exclaims happily. “Can you put a little umbrella or something on it? We’re celebrating!”

“Really? What are you two celebrating?” Eddie asks, elbow propped on the bar, eyes raking over the preppy guy, grinning at him openly.

“It’s his birthday!” She yells again. “He’s twenty five today!”

Eddie’s grin widens. There it is, the excuse he was looking for.

“You got it, handsome birthday boy who likes cranberry vodka,” Eddie winks again at him. He’s good with his eyes, he knows it, Chrissy has told him, and Gareth hates when he puppy-eyes him, so Eddie knows he can weaponize them easily. “What about you?”

“Oh no, it’s not my birthday, thanks!” The blonde girls answers, and fuck, Eddie has to laugh. He immediately likes her, even if he’d hate if she’s actually the guy’s girlfriend.

“Good to know!” Eddie snorts. “Want something to drink?”

“She’ll have jack and coke, thanks!” The guy answers now, and, ok, it’s weird that they order for each other, but still, Eddie’s hope is strong.

Steve is stunned, there’s no other word for it. The bartender is hot, and undeniably young. This close and even in the dim light, Steve can appreciate his toned arms and chest and abs. God bless his stupid sheer lycra shirt. His torso is spattered with tattoos that Steve can't recognize but it doesn't matter, suddenly, a flash of himself worshiping and lapping these tattoos floods his mind.

The bartender flashes a grin to Steve, who returns it back the best he can, and by the smug look on Robin's face, Steve knows that she knows.

"What?!" He asks loudly.

"Nothing!" Robin grins knowingly. It's going to be a long night.

Just a few minutes later, the hot bartender is back with Robin's jack and coke and his own cranberry vodka.

"There you are, birthday boy!" He announces with a pretty smile that makes Steve go hot all over. Maybe he should take off his jacket.

Steve looks at his drink, the glass decorated with a silly pink umbrella, and smiles, reaching for his wallet and opening over the bar to pay.

“This one it’s on the house, handsome!” The bartender yells at him, putting his hand over Steve’s, stopping him. Steve looks at him quizzically, the other guy shrugs, his smile still in those plush lips, showing his teeths. “Happy birthday!”

Robin elbows him in the ribs, shouting at him that she’s gonna pay her drink to the pretty blonde girl that is still at the other corner of the bar, and Steve starts panicking almost immediately.

He used to be suave, when flirting. He used to be able to stay calm and smooth in front of someone pretty. Maybe with age he lost his ability, or maybe it’s the lack of alcohol in his system, or the loud heavy metal music that is deafening him.

“T-thanks!” He stutters, feeling deeply stupid.

He wants to say something flirty to this guy, he wants to know his name. He’s having ideas, everything he’d be already doing if he were twenty five again and not thirty three. Oh, Steve used to have the best ideas, he had so much fun when he was younger.

Now it seems that a pretty boy with dark eyes looking at him it’s enough to render him speechless.

“My break is in fifteen minutes!” The guy tells him, leaning into the bar to get close to Steve. By instinct, Steve leans on too, his eyes fixed on this man’s lips. “If you want to have some fresh air!”

Oh well, not subtle, not in the least with the way the long haired bartender is looking at him, biting his lower lip, and fuck. Steve wasn’t subtle when he was younger, either.

“I’d love to!” Steve manages to shout in the guy’s ear, earning a wide grin from him. Dimples, for fuck’s sake, the man has dimples when he smiles like this, and Steve feels himself sweating already.

Sadly, the bartender vanishes from his side to attend the other customers, and Robin appears by his side just a moment later. When she tilts her head, Steve notices that Robin’s face is tainted with lipstick in the shape of a kiss.

“How?!” Steve asks her, amazed.

Robin shrugs, sips her drink. “Jealous?”

“Yes, obviously, since when are you good at flirting?” Steve demands to know, faking being offended. There was a time when Robin tripped all over herself the moment a pretty girl passed by her side. Those were the times, my friend.

“Since you taught me!” Robin yells at him, laughing. “Come on, King Steve, where’s your charm lately?”

“What do you mean you’re taking your break?” Chrissy asks him once they’re at the storage room.

“I mean that…”

“You already took your break, Eddie!” Chrissy reminds him, and he bites his lower lip, puts his best puppy eyes to her, pouts.

“But he’s interested in me, Chris!” Eddie sobs like a child. His best friend sighs. “Gareth and Jeff are here already, and Freak will be here in like, two hours, the club is not going to be unattended, it’s not so crowded tonight.”

Eddie knows he’s pushing his luck: first the free drink, now asking for a second break. His shift will be over when Freak arrives, as he said, in two hours. But he knows that a lot of things could change in two hours and he really is into this preppy birthday boy with droopy eyes and kissable lips and broad shoulders.

He simply wants to see if they’re compatible before asking him to wait for him so he can walk him home, and a second break it’s perfect for that. A little bit of flirting, maybe a kiss, see if this guy and the butterflies in his belly are something he wants to take home with him at the end of his shift.

“Come on, Chris, I’ve been in this dry spell for months,” Eddie pouts again. “Also, I saw you kissing that blonde girl.”

Chrissy’s eyes widen and she looks at him with murder rage, nostrils flaring, and Eddie knows he just won.

“It’s his friend, you know…” Eddie shrugs nonchalantly. “I can get her number for you, if you didn’t ask her for it, if you just…”

“Ok, ok, fine! Whatever!” Chrissy exclaims, wiggling her arms in the air. Eddie grins and fist pumps in victory, mouthing a yes between his teeth. “I want her number before you leave tonight.” Chrissy adds primly, leaving him alone at the storage room.

With his jacket draped on his arm, Steve tells Robin about the bartender, asks her if she thinks it’s a bad idea, but his best friend howls an awful sound at Steve’s words, making him shake his head, even if he’s smiling.

“Tell me you told him yes, Steve, or so help me…”

“I told him that I’d love to, yes, gosh!” Steve answers, but he’s now feeling a bit lighter, a bit… high. Cran vodka it’s not so strong to him, he’s sure this feeling is related to the hot, young bartender that wants his attention tonight.

“Good!” Robin exclaims and clinks her drink with Steve’s. “You’re both adults, go have some fun!”

“What about you?” Steve asks, suddenly worried about leaving Robin behind.

“I’ll be good, I texted Jonathan and Argyle, they’re already on their way!” She grins at Steve. “But I plan to take someone home later, too, honestly.”

“The blonde girl?” Steve asks her now, wiggling his brows to make Robin laugh.

“D-uh!” Robin looks for the blonde girl who is serving drinks at the bar. “She’s so pretty it hurts me, Steve, and she’s so nice!”

“She already kissed you, didn’t she?”

They banter like this for a while, laughing at themselves. It’s good, fuck, is good to be able to laugh at the little silly things while having a drink. They never stopped doing it, so Steve doesn’t know why all this melancholy is coming from.

Someone taps him on his shoulder and Steve turns to see him. This close they’re almost the same age, Steve finds himself looking at the biggest dark eyes he has ever seen.

“Sorry to interrupt,” the guy says with that blinding smile that is making Steve feel so weak tonight. “I just, my break just started…”

“You don’t interrupt anything!” Steve rushes to say, to Robin’s amusement.

“Yeah, it’s ok, I’m his lesbian soulmate, Robin!” She introduces herself even before Steve can say something else. Worst wingwoman ever.

“Robin! My friend Chrissy, at the bar, wants your number, maybe you could..,”

“Well, gentlemen, see you later, have fun!” Robin exclaims, stepping between them holding her drink over their heads and rushing towards the bar like something is chasing her. Steve shouts a loud good luck to you! at her back, just to find that the guy is looking at him intently.

Steve clears his throat, awkwardly.

“You wanted some fresh air?” He asks.

The bartender nods and without wasting a single second, he grabs Steve by his wrist and leads him through the crowded place to the barely hidden back door.

Steve’s heart is thumping in his chest, following this guy he doesn’t know at all until they get out of the club, the cold night breeze welcoming them in the alley. It’s dark, dimly illuminated by the streetlights of the adjacent street. Steve can still hear the faint drumming and bass of the music blasting inside.

“Ah, this is better," the cute bartender exhales, tossing his head back, letting Steve ogle at his long neck, dampened curls sticking to it. Steve swallows dry at the sight in front of him.

Steve can't believe this guy wants to spend his time with him.

"I never saw you here before," the bartender says, opening his eyes and looking at Steve. Flustered at being caught, Steve avoids his eyes. The cute guy is smiling, though.

His voice is deep, calm, and washes over Steve easily. Even with his eardrums still pumping with the ghost of the loud music, Steve falls a bit more now that he has heard his voice.

"Not really my scene," Steve admits. "Robin was the one who dragged me here."

The cute bartender's smile widens. "Then I guess I should thank her," he adds, closing the distance with Steve.

Oh fuck, shit, it's happening. Steve feels his blood boiling under his skin, just because of the proximity.

Steve didn't even ask for this guy's name. Maybe it's how the cute guy likes to do it, no names, not complications. What if Steve's heart hurts a little at that thought. He's the one actually lying to him, not saying his real age to him.

"Well, well, birthday boy," he says with his rumbling voice, stepping into Steve's space. Steve smiles at him, feeling butterflies in his tummy. "I have twenty minutes and I’m all yours.”

Fuck. Yes.

Steve smirks when the cutie wraps his arms around his neck and he feels bold enough to span his hands around the guy’s thin waist and pulls him closer, their bodies crashing together. This is Steve’s area of expertise. Maybe he has forgotten how to flirt, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t remember how to pull his moves.

The reason why he was called the King of Hawkins’ High.

It lites every nerve on his body when he cradles the guy’s pretty face on his hand, cupping his jaw and cheek softly, drinking the way he looks at Steve, dark eyes widening and breath hitching. Steve smiles and leans in slowly, just in case the bartender would want to take a step back, just in case he’s having second thoughts. But that’s not the case. They both find each other in the middle, lips brushing slowly.

Steve can make those twenty minutes pretty amazing for the guy that is now buzzing with nervous energy in his arms.

He feels high.

Eddie is used to one night stands and summer night flings. He’s a hot bartender with a strong sexual energy - he likes to tell himself that while he’s working at the club, when he’s at home reading with his glasses on and his sweatpants there’s zero sexual energy, but that’s another story.

The thing is, he flirts a lot, it’s part of the job, really. He has luck more often than not. He’s used to people lusting after him, and sometimes Eddie indulges - he indulges a lot. Sure, lately he’s been suffering this dry spell, but it was his choice. No one has picked his interest lately.

Tattooed, metalhead hot guys. Pretty girls with red, plush lips and soft curves. Eddie has never been picky, but his circle is limited, so he’s used to the same types again and again.

He’s also accustomed to quick affairs, he doesn’t even remember the last time he cared to ask someone’s name. Sometimes it’s just about a rushed handjob on the alley. He has only to be careful that Gareth hasn’t had the same idea at the same time. That was a nightmare of a night. Now both of them double check.

Rarely, Eddie invites whoever he has his interest on to stay the night with him. This doesn’t happen a lot, Eddie is… bored, if you ask him. Anonymous sex and one night affairs are great to an extent.

Eddie is not used to gentle hands caressing his face with no rush, though. He’s not used to the slow slide of this birthday boy’s tongue against his, tasting like cranberry vodka, kissing him as if they had two hours and not twenty minutes to enjoy themselves in a dark alley. Instead of rushing things, he simply presses their bodies together, rocking against the wall and pulling Eddie with him. His body is warm and solid against Eddie, his fingers digging in his waist. That all is more than enough to have Eddie hard and ready in his ripped, black jeans.

Birthday boy puts himself comfortably, his back against the wall. Opens his legs and lets Eddie settle between them, hands roaming up and down Eddie’s back, his warm sips through Eddie’s almost nonexistent shirt: yes, black translucent lycra looks good on him but now the cold of the night mixing with the heat that this guy radiates is making him lose his mind.

Fuck, this guy knows how to kiss. Eddie lets him set the pace, since he knows what he’s doing, and focuses on the pleasure that is kissing someone this leisurely. The moment Eddie breaks the kiss to breathe, the other boy mouths his jaw and neck, teeth brushing sensitive skin, and fuck. Eddie can’t help the involuntary twitch of his hips.

“Ah, fuck, you’re good at this,” Eddie whimpers. Birthday boy simply hums against his pulse point, sending vibrations down Eddie’s spine. Fuck, his cock twitches and they’re still doing nothing. The guy’s hands - why does he have these stupidly broad, warm hands? - press Eddie against him a bit tighter. Oh, the flex of his biceps when he does it, Eddie feels his muscles working underneath him, and somehow that drives him crazy.

Eddie needs more than twenty minutes with his guy. He has the urge to strip him naked and worship his body, he wants to see what’s hiding under these ridiculous tight white t-shirt and jeans that cling to his thighs. Sorry, James Dean, but birthday boy wears this outfit better. Fuck, he barely had time to admire his arms now that he’s not wearing the jacket, hanging from the crook of his arm.

With a particularly well aimed thrust of his bucking hips, Eddie feels the hard on that this guy is sporting himself. A hard line straining his jeans and twitching under Eddie’s constant squirming. They’re wearing too much clothes, Eddie wants to see, wants to know.

He sneaks a hand between their bodies and cups the guy’s obvious erection, making him gasp, hips bucking, so fucking satisfying, knowing that is Eddie making him react like this. Through the jeans, this guy’s dick is scorching hot and it seems to be massive.

It is this guy’s birthday, but Eddie is the one receiving the best gifts.

Or so he hopes.

“Ah, shit,” birthday boy pants when Eddie tries to stroke him, following the tenting of his jeans. “You don’t have to…”

Huh, Eddie thinks, this is why they’re here, is kind of the deal, right? No one ever told him something like that. Eddie cranes his neck to look at the preppy guy, his droopy eyes half lidded, lips parted, breathing heavily.

Eddie is doing this to him.

Oh fuck.

“You don’t want me to?” Eddie asks, aroused, confused.

“Fuck, I want to, just,” the guy laughs awkwardly, cock pulsing visibly through his jeans. “I’m nervous, I think, it’s been a while.”

Eddie smiles at him, pecks him softly in his lips, almost chastly. This guy is precious. And Eddie is enjoying far too much just being here, feeling him breathing and just having him underneath his body. It’d be cozy if it weren’t for the dark alley, the trash bins, the noise of the street and the music of the club.

This is new for Eddie. He gnaws at his lower lip for a moment.

“Look, I-” Eddie starts saying, his mouth betraying him. “I was thinking about getting you off here and now-”

“Jesus Christ,” birthday boy interrupts him, hips bucking, rutting his hard cock against Eddie’s.

“But if you’re not ok with that, that’s ok,” Eddie adds in a rush. “If you want to, we can wait. My shift ends in two hours or so, we can go to my place later, if that sounds better?”

The guy groans, arches his back. Laughs.

“That’s it, if you can wait two hours to taste this,” Eddie teases, ruts against the guy, hips rolling seductively.

“Fuck, you should come with a warning label around your neck,” he says, and tugs at Eddie’s nape, pulling him in for another kiss, melting Eddie in his spot. “Fuck it, let’s do both, let me touch you now and I’ll give you whatever you want at your home.”

Eddie is thrilled, trembling with anticipation, cock leaking at the guy’s words.

Before Eddie can think about it, birthday boy has both his hands on him, touching him through the sheer material of his stupid lycra shirt, and Eddie moans throatily.

Having this cute boy so close is driving him insane. Steve thumbs at his nipples just to find them pierced, and a wave of renewed arousal threats to overwhelm him. He wants to put his mouth on it, feel it on his tongue, tug at it with his tongue.

Steve has never been with someone like him, tattooed and pierced and with that blustery energy buzzing out of him, this aura of danger surrounding him. It’s doing things to Steve. Robin was right, he really needed to try something different. Plus the added risk of being caught in public.

Fuck. Fuck.

Steve wants to feel the warm bud of steel with his tongue, see if that gets some reaction from the boy, if he’s sensitive. So Steve tangles his fingers at the root of the bartender’s dampened curls, tugs at him, making him break the kiss and bare his throat. Steve tugs his hair a bit more, forcing Eddie to arch his back, chest heaving, and lunges to suck his left nipple into his mouth.

“Fuck me,” he whimpers, arching into it, hips thrashing. Steve pulls at him by the waist with his other hand, pressing his thinner frame against him, holding him there.

“When we get to your home, I promise,” Steve teases, and resumes to lick at the boy’s nipple through his shirt, dampening it with his spit.

The metal buds in his tongue are something else. The nipple hardens under his tongue, Steve wants to rip the stupid shirt off, even if the coarse material is an added texture to this all. He laps and licks it the best he can, tugs at it carefully with his teeth, and the cute guy in his arms whines at it.

So stupidly hot. Steve’s cock is leaking like a fountain, ruining his boxers, and it hurts when it throbs. Steve groans, nipple in mouth.

He doesn’t remember feeling this feverish for someone, this horny and needy. He feels like a teenager again, on the edge already just by this silly thing.

“Ah fuck, fuck, birthday boy,” the boy moans, body arched beautifully for Steve, his long fingers digging in Steve’s biceps.

It feels so good. So fucking good.

“Steve,” he murmurs at last, stopping in his mission to abuse the left nipple.

“W-wha?”

“I’m Steve,” he smiles, looking at the sight in his arms.

“E-Eddie,” says the bartender, voice raw and wrecked.

They stay like that for a second, panting, drinking in the other’s arousal. Steve’s head feels dizzy, full of cotton, static noise drilling his ears. Eddie, the name echoes in his mind.

“Nice to meet you, Eddie,” Steve smirks, feeling confident again. He lets go of Eddie’s hair, satisfied when he leans into his body, hands roaming over Steve’s pecs, and kisses him with all that young enthusiasm.

While Steve kisses him trying to set a pace, Eddie fumbles with their jeans until he has the flies open and unzips them. Eddie moans a few curses against his lips when he finally grabs Steve’s cock and frees it from his cotton boxers. Steve keeps him pressed tight against him, peppering kisses and nibbles whenever he can reach.

“Is this ok?” Eddie asks nervously. Whatever reticence that was holding Steve back is now forgotten.

Steve didn’t plan any of this. It never occurred to him that he’d be spending the night of his thirtieth three birthday jerking off in an alley with someone as pretty and interesting as Eddie. Thankfully, life still keeps some good surprises for him.

“More than ok, Eddie, fuck,” he moans, hips twitching, feeling electricity where Eddie has wrapped his fingers around his shaft. It’s like Steve can feel everything at once, overwhelming him.

The maddening beating of his heart, Eddie’s hot breath in his lips, his long fingers around him, the warm metal of his rings in his tender skin. Eddie’s weight and heat. The cold air of the night.

“Kiss me,” Eddie demands, taking himself in hand and lining his hips so both their cocks are pressed together. Steve obliges, his whole body on fire. He thinks he could never deny Eddie a thing.

He’s the desperate and uncoordinated one in this kiss. Eddie strokes them both, mixing their precum and making everything sloppier and messy and fucking amazing.

“Fuck, yes,” Eddie groans, his voice low and deep. “You feel so good, Steve, can’t wait to have you inside me…”

Steve gasps, digs his fingers in Eddie’s soft flesh.

“You want that, birthday boy?” Eddie asks, his fist tightening around their dicks, fucking into it with abandon, hips pistoning as if he needs it bad. Steve dares to look where they’re joined and see how more pearly beads of precum bleed off his cock. “I want it too, baby, I want to have this so deep in me I can feel it in my throat.”

“Holy fuck, Eddie!” Steve whines, imagining it. Eddie sprawled for him, open wide so Steve could take him, legs on his shoulders, spine arched while Steve pounds into him fiercely.

It’s the first time in years he’s this turned on, rushing towards the edge shamefully soon. Well, it’s not like they have more than Eddie’s break to finish this, thankfully.

Steve’s hand joins Eddie’s, clenching around them both, helping Eddie to go faster.

“Ah, shit, I’m close,” Eddie warns, and is all Steve needs.

Claiming the swollen lips of the bartender, Steve’s strokes grow frantic, feels Eddie squirming where they’re joined together, legs trembling. Steve swallows every one of his moans and pants.

Eddie goes first, breaking the kiss to growl, resting his head on Steve's shoulders, shivering with the force of his orgasm. That, and feeling Eddie’s come all over the head of his cock is what pushes Steve towards the edge, groaning between his teeth and holding to Eddie for dear life, his whole body twitching.

Neither of them say a word, too occupied panting and coming down from their orgasms, Eddie’s weight on Steve, and the wall behind Steve supporting them both. Knees shaking and chests heaving, spent cocks twitching with the aftershocks.

Steve feels… alive. On fire. He doesn’t think if it’s appropriate or not, he simply holds Eddie, keeping him from falling to the ground, and kisses the crown of his head.

Oh, he’ll overthink about it later. Right now it feels good, it feels right.

“Fuck,” he hears Eddie whisper, and the rumbling of his laugh. Steve smiles, deeply satisfied.

“I know,” Steve says, laughing too.

“I’m wasted, man,” Eddie laughs. “I need water, and a nap, fuck, I don’t know if I’m going to survive the next two hours.”

Steve laughs with him, feeling just the same.

“I’m sorry?” Steve asks, laughing, and Eddie shoves at his shoulder without strength.

“Shut up, you know it was amazing,” Eddie smiles at him, that blinding smile that is becoming a problem, since Steve can only think about kissing it.

He does that, though, now that he still can. Just in case.

Eddie is- what’s the opposite of freaking out? He’s at peace with the world, and himself, and everything is pure and bright and perfect.

Man, the power of a mind blowing orgasm. Eddie can’t wait for the next one, hopefully thinking that Steve will wait for him and walking him home later.

“I ruined our shirts, that I’m really sorry for,” birthday boy, Steve, says, wincing.

“I have spare clothes in the storage room, maybe something you can wear too,” Eddie offers. He takes a glance at his wristwatch. “We still have a few minutes, if you don’t mind waiting a bit, though I’m getting cold.”

“Oh, here,” Steve says. He shifts and produces his white jacket from nowhere, Eddie doesn’t even remember him putting it aside or whatever. Magic.

Steve wraps his jacket around Eddie, and after all that happened during the last fifteen minutes, this is what makes Eddie blush like a maiden.

“There you are, don’t freeze yourself,” Steve smiles at him, his back still against the wall and supporting Eddie’s body, ignoring his own trembling knees.

Oh, no. Eddie thinks, smiling dopily at Steve.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3

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erixyin · 2 years ago

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Fall Into Tune

Summary: It's Robin's birthday which means she gets whatever she wants. Including, dancing and singing at The Hideout on karaoke night.

Eddie x Reader

Words: 3925 Tags: fluff, funny, Steve Harrington drunk and singing ABBA because i can't help myself, Robin Buckley being adorable, Eddie being cute, Jonathan and Nancy are there too, just a good time, one-shot, you and Eddie in first stages of dating, like super early days, flirty, steve x reader if you squint, but the same could be said about reader x Robin, underage drinking by american standards.

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You had all promised that for her birthday Robin could have whatever she wanted, and with the shitty week at school she had had, you knew that this Friday night had to be all out.

The idea had sprung on you when you had caught Steve jamming out to 'Billie Jean' in the back room during his break. You and Robin peeked your head round the corner when Steve still hadn't returned to the front desk. You both watched as he was very confidently singing, "billie jean is not my lover" and did a little fancy footwork on a "woo!" Robin wishing she could somehow record the sight with her eyes. You hands clamped over your mouth to not interrupt the absolute amazing performance that was in front of your eyes.

If the stack of tapes Steve had been haphazardly stacking hadn't crashed onto his face from the shelf, you might have managed to keep it together. Robin was the one whose laughter erupted the whole store. Steve had twisted his body around to see the both of you absolutely crying with laughter at the entire scenario. The tapes all across the floor, the organizing system long lost. One hand on Steve's hip looking at both of you disapprovingly and the other gently checking his hair to make sure that it was still styled.

It was only as the bell dinged that all three of you snapped out of it all and headed back into work mode. Unfortunately for Steve, you and Robin stealing glances at each other throughout the rest of your shift.

Robin's finished earlier than yours so it was just you and Steve closing up shop. As you were locking up, turning to Steve, "Do you know of any place that has a karaoke machine?" a twinkle in your eye. You already knew the answer but seeing the look on Steve's face go from confused to complete horror was too good to pass up.

"No" Steve said instantly and shook his head rigorously, "I know you caught me today, which by the way, don't watch people without their knowledge it's rude" You rolled your eyes at his lecturing. "And I know... of a place that has karaoke and alcohol" At your raised eyebrows he quickly added, "that's not my house."

"You know that Robin would love you" you grin as you headed over to your car. Unlocking it you opened the door and gently leaned against it. You know I would too you wanted to say but Steve didn't need any extra ego boosting. You're eyes looking up at mother Steve big and wide. He sighed so you turned up the charm. "Pretty, pretty please?" batting your eyelashes, giving Steve your best puppy dog eyes.

"Ugh, fine. And she already loves me, thank you" Steve grumbled looking away from you as you punched the air, delighted with your victory. "But you owe me" He pointed at you.

"Thanks Stevie, glad you're gonna arrange everything, byeee" You sang as you got in your car and drove out of the car park. Steve continued to grumble as he got into his car and drove back home. Having forgotten your birthday he was sorta already in your debt but he would never admit it. And he would die a horrible death if he forgot, or didn't do anything for Robin's. So you hadn't really twisted his arm.

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"Are you coming tonight?" you asked tentatively, stepping closer to him, closing the space between the two of you. He had been busy with school since he was actually trying to graduate this year so you hadn't had a chance to go on a proper outing together. Eddie still hadn't properly hung out with them yet, and you knew that you were throwing him in the deep end with it being Robin's birthday but you really wanted him to come along.

"I've got hellfire until 6, but if you're still there I'll join for a bit." You knew he didn't really want to go tonight, he would much rather curl up with you on the sofa and rent a silly scary film. But he was trying, and you commended him for that. His usual cheeky grin returning to his face as he watched your face light up with excitement. You wiggled in happiness and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and you did not miss the way that his hands were about to go around your waist.

But then he remembered where he was. The English corridor was not the place to give his new girlfriend, [OMG you were his girlfriend!], a proper show of affection. He was trying to be good and not get any more detentions. He didn't feel the need to tell you of his reputation regarding PDA with those who were before you. "You really want me there, sweetheart?" He marveled in the way that you refused to look him in the eye and keep the wide grin off your face.

Instead of answering, you just checked your watch, "Oh shit, I gotta go and get ready, I'll see you at 8!" you dashed off. Eddie watched as you ran down the corridor and practically bulldozed Robin Buckley with a hug chanting happy birthday wishes. His eyebrows furrowed slightly when Steve had to separate the two of you by picking you up, saying something to make you calm down. All three of you headed towards the exit, with you turning back to wave at him.

It was early days, demonstrating your relationship in school, you both were in new territory. The guy you had dated before had very much been a short term thing and never liked to be seen with you in public. The people that Eddie had been with before, there were usually friends with benefits or one night stands. So being in a real relationship was very new and scary to him. But he knew he had to try because you wouldn't have it any other way. The new girl in school. From the big city. And yet, you slotted in so well, that it was like you had been here all your life. You had bonded with Robin Buckley on the first day of school and then of course with Steve Harrington, and then it developed from there.

He was jealous of how close you were with Steve after only knowing that group for just under a year. Still, you had chosen Eddie as your partner, not Steve, so clearly he was doing something right.

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Entering The Hideout without his band, was very much a new experience. But entering the bar when it was just a handful of teenagers, happy birthday decorations all over the place and a karaoke machine on stage - now that was a first time experience. As he walked in, internally cursing himself for getting carried away with Hellfire making him half an hour later than he promised, he was so taken aback by the performance on stage he missed you walking towards him.

On stage there was Steve Harrington, a very drunk Steve Harrington, singing ABBA... Eddie knew he was sober but it didn't feel like it with what he was seeing. Steve was, microphone in one hand, hips swaying and pointing at Robin who was in the middle of the room behind a wall of presents. She looked like she was stuck between laughing her ass off and being scared for her life.

"Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight!" Steve shimmied on each 'gimme', running his hands through his hair and winking at Robin, who looked like she wanted to die. By no means, was he a singer but the performance Eddie was kind of impressed by. He wondered how drunk he was.

He dragged his eyes away from the stage to see you right before him waving your hand in front of his face. He remained silent as he scanned your body, trying very hard to keep his face straight and excitement levels down. You were wearing an Iron Maiden t-shirt with a black leather skirt and fishnet tights. Paired with black docs, a black velvet choker and fishnet gloves. Smokey eye, red and black with black eyeliner and a dark vampire red lip tint. Eddie felt like he was going to die.

He felt like he was going to die even more so when you hugged him tightly, giggling madly. You slipped your hand into his and dragged him over to the birthday girl's table. Your ears temporarily having a break while Steve on stage was doing a dance break. He noticed Nancy Wheeler behind the wall of presents face in her hands and her boyfriend Jonathan shouting for Steve, "Do a spin!" "Give us a shimmy!" "Go Stevie go!" There was a lot going on and Eddie felt like he didn't have time to ask all the questions.

"I told you he would come!" you yelled at Robin, Steve back on the mic and sounding like a dying cat. You leaned over to grab your drink and Eddie had to focus his eyes very hard on Robin's face as he gave her a small wave and not look anywhere else. "Whose on after Stevie?" Ah so they all called him Stevie, interesting Eddie thought to himself.

"I don't think Nancy can beat him, even after her rendition of that Cyndi Lauper song." Nancy lifted her head, looking at Robin sternly.

"Hey look" Robin held up her hands in protest, "you sang that to Jonathan, I'm getting serenaded here!" She gestured to the man on stage who was badly dad-dancing to the last chorus of the song. His hair a floppy mess and sweat visible on his face. He really had gone all out. "You haven't demonstrated your undying love for me through song yet" she booped you on the nose and grinned evilly.

You downed your drink, whatever it was, in one gulp, slamming it down, "Challenge accepted!" Striding over with confidence you climbed on stage, from the front. Your skirt hiking up as you stepped up, Steve lending a hand to pull you up. Eddie turning immediately to the bar when he had realized he had been caught looking by Robin, getting himself something strong. "This one is for you!" you shouted while pointing at Robin, then you shooed Steve off stage. "Though, it will be tough after such an incredible performance" you laughed as Steve playfully bowed as he made his way to the bar.

Eddie helped himself to a strong rum and coke whilst the bartender was outside having a cigarette. Steve pulled up a stool and sat there bouncing, expecting one too. Eyebrow raised, Eddie slid over his glass, and began doing another one. He let out a small smirk as he heard you curse into the microphone that they 'didn't have this song what the fuck'.

"Oh god, here we go" He muttered under his breath, sharing a look with Steve. The music blaring way too loud. The 80's synth and bass merging together. You were going to sing a popular pop song, Eddie figured that there probably wasn't many alternative songs on this karaoke box. He watched as Steve chuckled at Nancy going from embarrassed to standing up and giving the most uncoordinated little boogie, with Jonathan helping her stand.

"Does she love singing?" He found himself asking Steve, trying to stand straight and make himself match Steve's height. Thankfully Steve was too drunk to notice or didn't act like he had noticed. He watched as he took his time with his drink, he was surprised but of course Steve Harrington could even hold his drink perfectly. His eyes returned to you on stage, taking off your leather jacket and placing it by one of the speakers. He moved to sit down on the bar stool next to Steve, to get a better look at the stage... yeah definitely the stage.

"Yeah man, she sings in the car on the way to school. She turns off my Madonna for her silly rock bands." Steve scoffed as he drank more. Eddie coughed trying to hold in a laugh. Of course Steve listens to Madonna, Eddie thought. And to admit it with such confidence? Admirable. His eyebrows then furrowing when he just realized that she went to school everyday with Steve. Steve looked over at him, then slapped him on the back, "Hey don't worry dude, she's crazy about you. Won't shut up about you. It's kinda annoying."

Eddie looked down, allowing his hair to fall in front of his face to hide the redness forming on his face. "Well in my van, she can listen to all the silly rock bands." His eyes not meeting Steve's but the gentle slap on his back, he knew Steve understood what he was saying.

"Don't you want me baby!" You practically screeched down the mic. Singing gone out the window to instead opt for belting out the chorus to your best friend. "Don't you want me? Oh!"

Robin almost falling off her chair because she was laughing so hard. Nancy barely keeping her chair up, and Jonathan supporting all three. Physically for Nancy and Robin, and for you by wooing and shouting words of encouragement.

Steve smiled while looking down at his drink, the last remaining gulp of alcohol and mixer swirling around in the glass. Without looking at Eddie he said, "I know you Munson, I know your reputation at school." Eddie inhaled sharply. Was he getting the talk with Steve Harrington? "I know that this is your first proper thing" Steve downed the last of his drink and placed it on the bar behind him. "If you hurt her, or cheat on her, or do anything that isn't cool-" he stood up and stretched before turning to look at Eddie dead in the eyes, "I'll fucking kill you, understood?" Eddie just nodded. Which seemed to be enough for Steve who headed back over to the gang.

Eddie didn't really now what he was doing agreeing to be a dating kinda guy with you, but he knew that he had to try. He couldn't simply let you go, in that regard he had always had his way with the people that he chose to get with. Eddie didn't know what he was doing in truth, but he knew from films what he was supposed to do. So he was massively winging it. And he hoped that his confident air hid it well from most people. Clearly it didn't work on Steve but as long as it fooled you, he counted himself lucky.

He watched as you finished your song. Shooting a middle finger at Steve when he exclaimed that he had clearly done a better performance. You wobbled a bit as you headed to the front of the stage again, to get down. Eddie downed the rest of his drink, wincing slightly as he had made it slightly too strong for his liking, and strode to the front of the stage. You paused, mid-crouch, looking at him confused. He hand gently brushing over your ankle. Normally, he would be asking if you wanted to go home with him and share body warmth but he knew how much tonight meant to you and your friends. Which is why he said, "Stay on stage, we're doing a duet."

Your eyes widened and twinkled with delight. "Robbie you're getting another one!" You tried to help pull Eddie up on stage, both of you disregarding the clear stairs to the left for getting on the stage. You wobbled as the weight of him took you off guard, only to have him steady you by holding your frame firmly.

"But Johnny and I wanted to do another duet!" Steve whined, arm around Jonathan, and his arm around Nancy. It was so funny seeing her tipsy, her prim and poised personality gone and was replace by a silly, blunt and daredevil lady.

"Oh my god, get your own boyfriend!" Nancy grasped a hold of Jonathan tightly, causing him to domino effect into Steve. All of them ending up on the floor.

"I, for one, don't wanna hear another song of you two screeching like a parrot down the mic. Besides, I wanna hear Eddie sing with his new girlfriend!" Robin winked, causing you to give her the middle finger but with a strong smile.

You looked at Eddie as you flicked through the list of songs. "What song's do you know?" You whispered. You knew he didn't know most of the pop songs just by looking at his face when you looked at a handful of them. None of them were rock n roll. "Can you do this one?" Your finger paused on one song. It was old but you loved singing it in the car with Robin, one of your first memories after moving to Hawkins High.

"Yeah, my uncle likes this song." He said, and that's all you needed to know that this would be a fun karaoke. In truth, Eddie didn't really sing. He really just did a Mark Knophler and spoke into the mic when he did his Corroded Coffin gigs.

When the song started, Steve on the floor rolled his eyes dramatically and started snapping his fingers. The amount of times you and Robin had put this on in his car, he knew the whole thing by heart. Robin immediately struggled to her feet ready to boogie. Nancy just lifted her head to look at Jonathan who was snapping off rhythm with Steve.

"Hit the road Jack! And don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more!" You sang. You're voice softer than before, much better suited to this tempo. You swayed your head from side to side with your hips between every 'no more'. Eddie was beaming. Who would have thought the girl wearing an Iron Maiden tee also knew of Ray Charles and loved this song in particular.

"What you say?!" He belted into his own mic. Getting on one knee and dramatically gesturing. He knew he was making an idiot of himself but he didn't care.

Robin bouncing along to the beat, her hair falling in front of her face. Steve, in a way only Steve could, flopping his messed up hair from side to side. Jonathan and Nancy in sync swaying from the waist up side to side, until eventually Steve joined in. Robin then climbed up on the table sending some of the presents to fall off onto the ground. She started dancing, really badly. But that just made you sing harder, with more power.

"Oh woman, oh woman. Don't treat me so mean" Eddie now on both of his knees in front of you, staring up into your eyes. "You're the meanest old woman that I've ever seen" he winked, putting his hand over his heart as if he had been hit.

You playfully pushed him away so he 'fell' down and put on a pained face. He got up on his feet, "I guess if you say so" on the trumpet toot he bopped his head with a single head bang, causing his hair to fly everywhere and become even messier than it was before. "I'll have to pack my things and go!"

"That's right!" You winked shyly back at him before continuing onto the chorus again. Matching the same floppy style of dancing that Robin was doing on the table. Just bouncing around. Dancing around the stage with Eddie, you were laughing between your words, messing up some of the notes. He shimmied towards you, and you thought you were going to collapse with laughter but you held on.

"Don't you come back no more" you put your hand on his chest, gently pushing him away from you.

"Oh now baby please" his eyes glinting with mischief. He stopped walking backwards and now stood firm, so your hand was now pressed tightly against his chest.

"Don't you come back no more" You blushed at this gesture and tried to pull your hand away, but his other hand that was free placed itself on top, trapping it.

"Oh, don't treat me like that" No longer singing, more of a purr into the microphone.

If you were able to comprehend your surroundings, you would have heard Steve "Excuse me?" in his mother tone. Followed by Nancy shushing him loudly and Robin and Jonathan screaming and wooing in the background.

"Don't you come back no more" You smiled as you sang the last line, looking at Eddie with a wide smile. Your legs were wobbling, but it wasn't just because of the alcohol. Eddie dropped the mic and took your hand that had been previously trapped, taking down the stairs off the stage.

"I think I better go home" You said, dragging your eyes away from Eddie's. Looking at how drunk Nancy and Jonathan had gotten. The song had slightly sobered you up along with Eddie being... Eddie.

"I'll take you" Eddie said quickly. Steve gave him a maternal death glare. "Don't worry big boy, I'll get her home safe." He patted Steve on the head. An action in which, if Steve had been sober and not on the floor, Eddie wouldn't exist anymore.

"Thank you, for the absolute best birthday everrrrrr!" Robin slurred her words slightly. She burped as she hugged you tightly.

After a second glance towards Eddie after being released from the death grip hug Robbie had inflicted upon you. You both decided that Eddie was in a better shape to drive everyone home rather than get back into Steve's car. Eddie didn't say anything, since he secretly wanted to take you home by himself but it was still early days.

You almost kicked Steve into the back of Eddie's van when he said, "don't forget to use protection" to both you and Eddie causing Eddie to raise his eyebrow and stare back at Steve.

You shoved Steve into the back, making him fall on top of Jonathan, "Yes, thank you Stevie!" Your face bright red.

Helping Robin and Nancy into the van, being more careful with Nancy since she looked like she was about to throw up. Nancy seeing Steve on top of Jonathan blurting out, "Oh so you're a bottom with him? Mister Floppy hair?" Making you and Eddie look at each other before shutting the van door. Robin yelling at Nancy for saying that and the boys blabbering nonsense.

Eddie ran round to the passenger side, opened the door for you and kissed your hand, "The chariot awaits for you, my lady" keeping his eye contact with you the hold time, grinning widely when your face went even redder.

You continue blushing all the way home, after everyone else had been dropped off. Getting out the van and walking to your door, Eddie stood still lie he was going to ask you something but couldn't find the words.

You gently leaned forward and gave him a gentle but quick kiss on the lips, making him match the shade of red you were. "See you tomorrow at 3" You whispered into his ear.

"Tomorrow?" Eddie breathed. You were fairly sure that his mind had stopped working by the look of complete blankness on his face.

"You're picking me up for our first official date" You grinned and turned to go inside and shut the door behind you.

Eddie drove back with a huge grin on his face. Maybe this relationship could work out with you after all.

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mrvdocks · 4 years ago

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Plus One

It’s Joyce and Hopper’s wedding. A new member is added to the household, and things get real.

(chapter one)(two)

It’s a Wednesday in February when he returns home and plops down onto the couch. The bar shifts just seemed to get worse. In the span of three minutes, he had to break up a fight, have the bouncer kick out a guy for harassing his manager, and clean a spill a drunk party group had made.

I’m not paid nearly enough for this, he thinks.

A sneeze breaks him from his misery.

“Bless you.” He says with his eyes closed. They shoot open when he realizes you don’t sneeze like that.

He sits up and looks at the moving thing under the pillow. His heart races as he hears some kind of breathing.

Please no, he thinks. We just took care of the plumbing.

He lifts the pillow carefully, expecting to see a pile of rats or mice or worse. Instead, he’s greeted by a sneezing dog.

It’s a Scottish Terrier with big eyes that just seem to interrogate him as to why he interrupted his sneezefest.

“Uhhhhh, where’d you come from?” He scans the apartment, seeing a dog bed at the corner of the lazy boy across from him.

This had to be the work of one person only.

Steve calls out for you, hearing you run out from the bathroom in a hurry and a towel haphazardly wrapped around you.

“What’s the emergency? Oh, I see you’ve met Mickey.”

He’s speechless, looking at you like you’re out of your mind. “Mickey?”

“Yeah, they brought him in today and I felt really bad that they were taking him to the choky tomorrow. I had to save this poor baby. And who can say no to his little eyes?” You singsong the latter half of that sentence in a baby voice, kneeling to ruffle your fingers through Mickey’s fur.

“What if Tony finds out we have a dog? What do we say? We can’t keep him.”

You roll your eyes. “Relax, he’s quiet when he eats the jerky from Tom’s.”

“That’s my jerky!” Steve whines.

“Okay! I’ll get you extra then. Don’t be such a sourpuss.”

Steve glances back to Mickey still staring at him. He puts out a cautious hand, Mickey getting close enough to sniff and then lick.

At least it was nice to have another man in the house.

He runs his hands through Mickey’s surprisingly soft coat, earning a low whimper from the pooch. Mickey lies on his side, clearly loving the scratches Steve is giving him. Steve catches himself smiling, suddenly forgetting the looming threat of eviction for a moment.

He’s wanted a dog since he was six, but his dad would never let him keep one. Not even a goldfish. He thinks maybe if he’d had a dog, he wouldn’t have turned out so cold in his teens. He just wanted to love something and have it love him back.

“Hmm, maybe you’re not so bad.”

Mickey responds by kicking his tiny paws in the air, writhing on the couch.

Steve is so bewitched by the creature he doesn’t even notice when you come back into the room or even left for that matter.

“So, anything from that Sissy girl you were seeing?”

“No,” he pouts, “I mean I think she was scared off by this.” He gestures to himself.

“Oh my god, you’re doing it again.”

“Doing what? I just felt like there wasn’t any long term potential there.”

“You guys went on one date, and you didn’t even kiss! You blue balled her!”

“Okay first of all, who takes their date to their family member’s birthday party and expects a whole relationship to blossom from there? And second, when you’ve been single as long as I have, you just know what you want and what to expect.”

You snicker. “But you don’t know what you want, you have like, the worst standards.”

“Uh, I like to think they’re realistic.”

“Oh yeah? Well, I don’t think it’s fair everyone has to compare to Phoebe Cates.”

“Phoebe was a great product of her time, thank you very much. And, I mean what about Tessa Grey?”

“Tessa Gr - my co-worker?”

Steve nods adamantly. “I would date her. You know if she wasn’t - engaged.”

“Alright we have to unpack that sometime but first why do you always say their names like some sort of serial killer?”

“Because,” he thinks, “they’re firsty-lastys. The same way I’m Steve….”

“Oh please don’t say it.” You cover Mickey’s ears.

“Steve “The Hair” Harrington!”

You groan in response, bringing Mickey to rest on your chest while you put your feet up on Steve’s lap.

“Sounds like someone’s jealous.” He mimics.

“Oh, please. Okay, okay, let’s say for the sake of this being hypothetical, Tessa breaks off her engagement and she shows up here and says, ‘Oh my god, Steve Harrington I would love to have your babies, let’s get married! You can meet my family and eat my famous pasta, wahhhh!’” You flail your hands around for effect, seeing the amusement in his face.

His face screws up, “Geez, am I dating Wario now?”

“That is exactly how she sounds! Plus, you would find something wrong with her and then you’d bail.”

“That is not true.”

“Oh but it is! It’s so true. In fact, anyone as grotesquely tall and hair-obsessed as you cannot be so picky.”

“I’m just trying to make sure I find the -”

“Don’t say it.”

“The one.”

You groan, shoving your face into Mickey’s chest.

“Oh yeah? I don’t see you bringing anyone home. Still not over Danny?”

Your mouth forms an O, you kick his thigh with the heel of your foot.

“For your information, I have been seeing someone.”

This piques his interest. “Who and is he an escaped convict?”

“Okay,” you scoff, rolling your eyes. “I haven’t talked to him but he left his number at the desk so who knows?”

“Hmm, I may be wrong, but I don’t think that was meant for you. You are a receptionist after all.”

“We’ll just have to see, won’t we? But I just have some stuff to take care of beforehand.”

He nods.

“Personal…..maintenance.”

“Yup.”

“Gotta mow the lawn.” You emphasize.

“No yeah, I got you the first time. But come on, let’s be honest here. You’re stalling.”

“For what?”

“Jumping into the unknown. Danny was a huge part of your life so I get what it’s like to lose that connection.”

You laugh sarcastically. “Okay, grandpa are these your words of wisdom? I am totally over Danny. At this point, I can say screw Danny! I have all the time in the world to find someone else!“

You weren’t completely wrong. Danny had been with you since senior year of high school. You thought it would be like one of those fairy tales where the high school sweethearts end up living together in an amazing house surrounded by all these treasures and all that jazz. Nothing could tear you down.

And then junior year of college came and he slept with one of your college friends. You transferred soon after. It was your first relationship, and you just felt like a failure.

You don’t view California so great anymore, instead choosing to uproot yourself and finding the first place you could in New York for cheap.

It worked out fine, you think. It led you to Steve and Robin.

Even though you clowned him for it, you also wanted that special connection. Love that movies taught you but you’d learned the hard way they weren’t going to translate into real life the same way.

“Uh-huh. I mean there’s no shame in it, I was the same way with Nancy.”

“I wasn’t moping around and wallowing in self-pity like you, though.”

“C’mon what was that whole period of just ‘Danny!'” He mimics your voice crying and eating out of an invisible tub of ice cream.

You feign being offended, chucking the couch pillow to him as he catches it and smothers himself with it.

“Your dad’s crazy. Yes, he is.” You pout to Mickey.

Joyce & Jim’s Wedding

Chincoteague, Virginia

March 1-3rd

“I remember during ‘84, Chief Hopper had a special visitor waiting for him in his office to talk to him about the disappearance of her boy. At the time she was just the town’s nut, but I bet no one would guess the wild ride these two would go on to end up here.” The man who Steve tells you was one of Hopper’s officers back home, toasts.

It sat poorly with the guests, including a somewhat already even more pissed off looking Hopper. He seems to get the idea and ends his toast blessing the couple in their late forties.

Jonathan goes up next, greeting the crowd. He’s dressed impeccably, his hair somewhat slicked back and his ring very prominent when the light catches it.

“I would like to thank everyone who came out to help us celebrate. I’m very proud of my mom and at first, I was a little wary about her settling down with someone. Not because I was moody about it but because she’s done so well on her own taking care of me and my siblings. She’s always been both parents to me but Jim,” Jonathan raises his glass.

“I want to thank you for helping us years ago, for believing in us. For being patient with us and sticking with us through thick and thin. My mom lights up every day like a Christmas tree and I think that’s evidence enough for me to happily welcome you into the family. To my mom and Jim!”

“To Joyce and Jim!” The crowd toasts.

The wedding was held in a gazebo near the beach on the East Coast, with Joyce getting married in a white tea-length dress with lacing decorating her collar down to her arms and Jim in a grey suit decorated with one of Joyce’s favorite flowers in his pocket. They’d both changed for the reception, Joyce into a red sheath dress and Jim into a black dress shirt and pants and a blazer matching Joyce’s dress.

You were seated with Jonathan and Nancy and another pair of family friends, talking and catching up with the other nuptials. They both told you the craziest stories about Steve from high school to when they last saw him, all the while he sat mere inches from you and hid behind his hand when something particularly embarrassing came up.

You’d often erupt in fruity laughter, hearing about the time Steve got his Scoops Ahoy uniform stuck in the fridge or when he’d played Dungeons and Dragons for the first time only to lose every time.

“So, how long has this been going on?” Nancy queries, gesturing to you and Steve.

You glance at Steve, lost for words for a moment. “We’re just friends.”

“Yeah, friends,” Steve adds right after you.

“I’ve been rooming with him for the past two years since Robin left.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she concedes. “I always hear you call him Honey over the phone sometimes.”

Your eyes widen. Curse your sarcastic nature.

“Oh no, god no,” You laugh nervously. “I just like to mess with him.”

You drown yourself out with the drink in front of you, leaving Steve to pick up the rest of the conversation.

“We got a dog.” Steve blurts out, trying to fill in for the painfully embarrassing silence.

Jonathan raises his brows, “Really?”

“Yeah, only instead of being the dad of the group back then, I’m a dog dad now.” He reveals.

Nancy and Jonathan laugh, almost as if to help ease both of you back into not being awkward.

“Hey, you guys heard Dustin’s getting married right?” Nancy pouts with her bottom lip drawn out. “He’s so old now.”

“Yeah, Steve loves the little guy.” You blurt. Steve glances at you.

“Last I heard he was starting up some fund for kids with CCD in California,” Jonathan alleges.

“Oh yeah,” Nancy remembers. “The Palm Springs wedding.”

The music begins playing for the guests and Nancy jumps, exclaiming that she loves this song and asks Jonathan to dance with her. They turn to you and Steve and urge you onto the dance floor, but you say you’ll be there in a second.

“What was that?” He whispers in a shrill tone.

“I panicked!”

“They probably think we’re idiots now.”

You cock your head down and glare at him. “These are your friends, Steve. They would never think that. It’s just been a while since you’ve all seen each other they probably understand.”

Steve bounces his leg in response. You put your hand on his thigh, stopping him.

“Look, we are gonna go out onto that dance floor and we are going to find you the best damn lover you’ll ever have.”

He nods rapidly, hooked onto your every word.

You lead him in when a couple leaves, guiding his hand to rest on your lower back and rest your left hand on the lapel of his suit. Your right-hand holds out for his, swaying until you can match the tempo of the music.

“Okay, what about violet in glasses?” You suggest, feeling him turn you to catch a glimpse.

“Too bookish.”

“What’s wrong with bookish?”

“I already have you, don’t I?”

You roll your eyes. “Alright, what about red with the pony?”

“Where?”

“Behind you, rotate.”

He rotates you to the left and makes a face. “Too mean.”

“What? She seems nice.”

“The red makes her seem aggressive.”

You sigh. “Okay, pink with the braid?”

He glances quickly to his right, “Yeah she’s cute.”

“I’ll go and spill my champagne on her and then you just swoop in and dry her off.”

“Is there any way you can do this without assaulting someone?”

“It’s not assault, I’m just very hands-on with this.”

“That sounds like it’s textbook definition.”

“When have you picked up a textbook? Nevermind, you want to try this or not? I haven’t failed you yet.”

He purses his lips, thinking back to the first wedding.

“Don’t. I know exactly what you’re thinking.”

As the song ends you retreat to your table, grab your glass, and start sipping. Steve stays behind, watching you fake stumble and fall against the woman and drench her with the drink. She gasps as the cold beverage hits her, and Steve pulls out one of the fancy napkins from the table.

“Showtime.”

"You think she hates me now?” You say, drawing circles in the sand with your feet.

“You mean because a drunken guest dumped their drink on an expensive dress she was planning on returning?"

You stare at him, unamused.

"I appreciate the try. She just seemed….too hostile.”

“I get it, I mean a guy like you coming up to me and trying to pat my breasts down - I would want to leave too.” You chuckle to yourself.

Steve stands, smacking off the sand on his pants. He takes hold of your shoulders and leans you close to the waves as they crash against your ankle.

“Oh my god, Steve! You know I can’t swim.”

Steve is laughing like crazy, teasing you. He takes hold of your waist in a second, carrying you as far into the ocean as he can while you’re shrieking.

He twirls you as you grip his hands tight, digging your nails into his skin and still screaming to be put down.

“Be careful what you wish for.” He says into your ear and drops you on your ass. The overwhelming cold and seaweed cover your body as you try to stand only to be wiped out by a wave.

Steve is howling in hysterics, clapping like a seal.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna kill you!” You don’t sound too threatening, if anything your wet appearance was akin to that of a wet kitten just meowing in protest.

Steve runs and dodges you, moving in a zig-zag pattern as you try your best to chase him through the water.

“You’ll never catch me!” He fronts.

Anticipating him to move in a pattern, you wait till he moves to the left to start running to the right and knock him down against the sand with a hmph!

“Gotcha!” You exclaim, putting your hands on his chest and completely unaware of the position you’re in.

You’re straddling him, legs on both sides and your face is inches away from his trying to catch your breath. He smells like salt and champagne.

He’s frozen in place too, one of his hands firmly on your lower back.

Your eyes flicker from his to the rest of his face, focusing on the moles decorating his neck. He can smell your perfume still even through the saltwater. It inundates his senses, disorienting him momentarily. Your necklace dangles and touches his chin, taunting him.

This is the moment you’ve been looking for, the one that the movies oh so love to display over and over again. Something in you tells you to do it, to just lean down and see if he tastes like you do.

Instead, he pushes you to the side softly, catching his breath and patting your thigh. “I guess you got me.”

You nod, taking your dress by the ends of it to walk back onto dry land and leave him sitting there. You’d see him back at the hotel anyway.

@mochminnie, @wolfish-willow

#steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #stranger things imagine #joe keery x reader

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platypanthewriter · 4 years ago

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Unless...? Ch.4

Part One | Two | Three

Billy replied every time Steve texted, unless he was working, or asleep, and Steve tried to ration it out—waiting until after practice, or making himself finish his meal, so he didn’t return to work to find out Billy’d been sighing heavily every time his phone chimed.

he’s as glued to his phone as u are, sent Robin, and Steve tried not to grin too widely in triumph.

Don’t know who you’re talking about, he sent back, and she sent an eyeroll emoticon.

“Y’know,” she said later, over video chat, while Steve folded his laundry. She had a straw dangling out of her mouth like a cigarette. “—the last time I saw you texting this much,” she said, pausing so he’d look up, and then slurping at her soda, “—you were dating.” She stared him dead in the eyes.

“What is your problem,” Steve hissed at her, his face flushing. “Quit this Steve and Billy sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G shit, it’s getting old.”

Steve couldn’t help it, he wandered into Victoria’s Secret the next day, and got surrounded by sales associates. “What size,” he got asked, and they seemed unsurprised when he said “I’m not sure.” He finally just grabbed like five pairs of lace panties, his face probably steaming, and ran back out, because Billy had probably—definitely—been kidding.

Steve was feeling more and more sure, the feeling leaden in his stomach, that if he brought the lace thongs up again, he’d get the hardest “No homo” of his life. He got back to the motel and threw the packages in his backpack, stuffing them down to the bottom, and curled up on the bed, remembering how fast things had gone south with Tommy. Tommy’d wanted to jack each other off—as bros, he said, as pals—and Steve had gone along, only to hit weeks of unanswered calls.

Robin had been decidedly unsympathetic—she’d never liked Tommy—but Steve had never really stopped thinking about where he should have drawn the line, before he scared off his best friend. Maybe he could tell I was wondering what it would be like to kiss him, he thought, staring at the ceiling. Maybe I leaned in too close, and grossed him out.

He imagined Billy blanking him at work, as Steve tried to explain he’d just...thought he was doing it right, this time, coloring in the lines. He was always too dumb to know where the lines were, was the problem. He rubbed his eyes, taking a long, shaky breath, and rolled to bury his face in his pillow.

He reminded himself of Billy’s flinch when Steve called him husband, as a joke, and groaned. Slumber party, he told himself. Like kids.

Steve didn’t text Billy for a few days, after that. He didn’t think about the lace thongs, either, and he didn’t order grilled sandwiches anywhere, or doodle butterflies in his notebooks, thinking about Billy’s tattoo flexing just a little as he breathed in his sleep.

Rehearsals were distracting, and Steve practiced hard. In the afternoons, he finished up two separate songs—about loneliness, but in a vague kind of way—and started another one that would never see the light of day, about how it would feel to have just one person on earth as excited about him as he was about half the people he knew. He tried not to even imagine that person as Billy Hargrove, because how weird was that, picturing him wanting to road trip together, or go camping, and lean into each other by the fire. Steve reminded himself, grimly, of what friends did—he’d learned it with Robin, and he could learn it before he creeped Billy out, too.

He was pretty sure one thing friends didn’t do was fantasize. He threw the thongs in the trash, and then fished them out the next morning, and stared at the pile of them, tissue-wrapped and perfumed on his bed. He opened the package, and considered them—one black, one red, one pink—he didn’t know why he’d said yes to white, because white panties weren’t even date night panties, according to Nancy. White and beige were for lounging.

White was for weddings, though, Steve thought, feeling ridiculous, and stuffing them back in the bag. He tried not to think about taking the joke way too far, and buying rings.

respond to yr boy, he keeps checking his phone like a lovesick goon, Robin sent the next day, and Steve clicked over to Billy’s messages and sent a string of hearts without even checking what Billy had said.

Once he actually checked, it was you forget about me, harrington? and Steve wanted to spin around in place, he realized, alone in his hotel room, because Billy Hargrove missed him, and so he did. He shuffled around to the tune in his head with his arms up like his phone was Billy himself, spinning and swaying his hips because nobody was looking, and then he let himself fall face-first on the bed like a Disney character, giggling. He dialed Billy, and curled up on his side, grinning.

“...I guess you do remember who I am, huh,” Billy grouched.

“I miss you,” Steve told him, confident for once, because Billy Hargrove, cool bartender sounded pouty, like a little kid. “Like I’d forget my best guy. My most favorite—”

“Oh my god, stop,” Billy laughed.

“Coolest person I know,” Steve told him, honestly, and Billy snickered harder, his voice going muffled.

“I’m at work, jesus,” he hissed, but he sounded fond.

“I wish I was there,” Steve told him. “I’d just dedicate you a song. Right in the middle of a set, just switch songs. Sorry, y’all, my bartender’s lonely.”

“Jesus,” Billy groaned, but Steve could tell he was smiling. “You say that, but it’d—it’d be something dumb, you’d sing me the Barney Song—”

“‘I love you, you love me,’” Steve sang cheerfully, as Billy said, “Do not. Do not sing it. Steve—”

Steve’s heart pounded, singing love words to Billy, but Billy’d suggested it, so it wasn’t weird, it was a joke. “We’re gonna have a huge weddiiiing,” he crooned, “—with a lacy thong, and kiss from me to you—”

Billy cackled, breathless. “Shut up!” he panted. “Stop, you dipshit, quit it—”

“Won’t you say you love me tooooo?” Steve held the note like a broadway star, and Billy must have died laughing, because all Steve could hear was wheezing.

“Shut up,” he gasped. “Holy shit, fuck you, Harrington—”

“Hey, you thought I wouldn’t do it, practically a dare, Hargrove—”

“Oh my god,” Billy groaned, still giggling, and Steve wished he was there, Billy next to him on the bed, so he could hear it better.

Billy needed to giggle more, Steve thought, trying not to think of Billy’s weight in his arms, warm and solid. He wanted Billy laughing helplessly into his shoulder, he realized, sharply, like a hunger pang. “I don’t think you’ve gotten enough love songs,” Steve told him, his voice a little husky with the stupid surge of emotion over Billy laughing.

“...most people don’t write songs,” he whispered back. “Most people aren’t you, Steve Harrington.”

“I think you need to hear it more,” Steve insisted, stubbornly. “I mean, I know I’m not supposed to talk about—Drunk Night—but—” Billy took a sharp breath, but didn’t say anything, and Steve winced. “I won’t, I won’t, I promise, but—but anybody who doesn’t tell you that—that they—they’re shitty. You’re amazing.”

“I’m really not,” Billy laughed, like Steve was being ridiculous.

“You are, you’re so smart—”

“I’m what now,” Billy interrupted, snorting a laugh that didn’t sound nearly as happy as his giggles while Steve had sung.

“You can remember all that drink stuff, it’s so complicated, and people make these bullshit crazy orders—”

“...that’s just memorizing, Harrington,” Billy sighed.

“I couldn’t do it,” Steve told him, honestly. “You were telling that lady all about, like, the history of France when she ordered something—”

“I told her where cognac was made,” Billy told him, laughing. “I’m not a history professor, jesus—”

“It was really interesting! I fall asleep when most people talk about history,” Steve admitted, grimacing. “I actually went home and looked some of it up! And then I pretended it was in your voice so I could stay awake.”

“Oh my god,” Billy groaned.

“I always find the smart people! I’m like a smartness-sniffer, like a drug sniffer dog,” Steve told him, trying to support his case, as Billy started laughing his ass off again. “I’m serious, like, I dated the smartest girl in highschool, and I ended up friends with the smartest kid in her little brother’s friend group, and look how smart Robin is—”

“Jesus Hobgoblin Christ,” Billy mumbled.

“I’m telling you, you’re smart, don’t mess with me on this, I’ll get Robin and Jonathan backing me up.” Billy made a weird gulping noise, like glugging faucet, and Steve frowned at his phone. “I mean it,” he insisted. “Who the hell told you you weren’t? Bull shit, man.”

“Sure wish I actually was who you think I am,” Billy said softly, and Steve couldn’t take it, he stuck his tongue out and made a loud PTHBBBBBT noise into the phone.

“You’re perfect, shut up,” Steve told him. “You’re great. I—I have receipts, okay, I can—I can present evidence to the court—”

“You’re so fucking weird,” Billy told him, his laughter soft again. “How come you’re way the hell away, I wanna see you, you freak of nature.”

“You’re still coming Friday, right,” Steve asked, again, and Billy laughed.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there.”

“Can’t believe you want to drive all the way out here to see me,” Steve told him, rolling onto his back to beam at the ceiling. “Gonna hug you so hard.”

“Can’t believe you miss me so much you want me to,” Billy said, laughing. “We still doing this motel sleepover thing? You didn’t, uh, you don’t have a better offer?”

“What the hell better offer could there be,” Steve whispered, trying to imagine, and Billy laughed.

“Oh, shit, somebody actually wants a drink,” he said, and Steve laughed.

“See you Friday,” he said, and didn’t hang up.

“...yeah, yeah, see you Friday, Harrington,” Billy said, before the line went dead, and Steve could hear his smile.

He called Robin Thursday, determined not to tell her about the thongs. He’d tried one on, in a panic at two-fifteen in the morning, when he suddenly woke, his heart pounding, to a dream where Billy was willing to marry him if he only wore a thong, but the damn thing didn’t fit.

He yanked it over his feet—it felt like a stretchy, fancy rubber band—and stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, feeling like a moron with the tip of his dick sticking up over the band, the red mark around his waist from his briefs, and his hairy legs. The cheap motel toilet seat lid creaked alarmingly as he sat on it, groaning into his arms, the image of his dream-self chasing around the courthouse naked because his stupid lace thong didn’t fit still stuck in his head.

It was hard not to further imagine the way Tommy’s lip would have curled. Steve had thought—they’d practised kissing on each other, before dates, and after, a couple times, when the dates had been shitty. Tommy’d been the one to undo Steve’s jeans, the day before he stopped returning calls.

The idea of Billy grimacing at the damn thongs had Steve yanking it off again. He actually threw it in the toilet, and stomped out, chanting ‘fuck,’ over and over, before he remembered it’d clog the damn plumbing and some poor motel lady did not get paid enough to fish a thong out of the pipes with Steve’s dick hair still on it. He turned on his heel and ran back in, splashing around in the toilet with his bare hand, glad at least that he hadn’t flushed it down.

He wrapped it in toilet paper, and threw it in the trash, but it soaked through, red and black lace and soggy toilet paper, and he yanked it out again, hissing furiously through his teeth, and disentangled it from the previous night’s dental floss.

When he called Robin, later that morning, with pants on, he considered asking her how the hell to get toilet paper off a wet lacy thong. Would she even know, he wondered, flopping back on the bed. Did she even like that stuff? Maybe only men did, on women, he thought. He suddenly wanted to ask, but Robin was talking about her custom Xena-themed guitar case strap, and he couldn't really think of a way to ask. When she paused, he sighed. “Sounds rad."

"You're barely listening," she told him. "What's up?"

"Remind me not to fuck this up like I did with Tommy,” he told her, dully, staring at the ceiling, and she snorted a laugh.

“Nah,” she said, thoughtfully, “—Tommy was a fuckface. Good job on that one.”

Steve bit his lips, remembering waking after their mutual jaerk-off session, kind of excited to get Tommy over again and see where things went, and Tommy never picking up his calls again. Tommy still called, occasionally, and said things like “I have a fiance now,” before hanging up. Steve still wondered, sometimes, whether he could have been less himself, and still had a best friend. “...yeah, I guess,” he said, sighing.

“Billy’s better,” she told him, and Steve opened his mouth to brag, but she cut him off with “—he actually likes you,” and he deflated. “You gonna get him to the courthouse while he’s in town?” she asked, teasing, and Steve pthbbbbbt’d her.

Steve buzzed around all day Friday, grinning at everyone like Billy was coming from another country, and Steve hadn’t seen him in years. Dalton asked if they were about to meet his new girlfriend, and Steve had to tear himself away from his phone, blushing, to explain Billy was the bartender at work. “He is not my girlfriend,” he emphasized, sighing. “We’re just—”

“...boyfriends?” Dalton asked, and Steve glared at him, wondering how Robin had gotten to his Kool-aid.

“We’re friends!” Steve told him, feeling his cheeks heat further. “Everybody keeps asking me that!” Dalton raised his eyebrows and nodded. “Best friends,” Steve bragged, and Dalton’s eyebrows rose impossibly higher. “Look, I know it’s dumb, I just really like him—”

“Oh, I can see that,” Dalton said, nodding slowly as he tuned his bass. “...everybody can see that.”

The door banged, and Steve was on his feet so fast he almost dropped his coffee, but it was just Javi and Wesley, the guitarist and drummer.

“Oh, hey,” said Steve, sitting back down, and tapping his foot.

“...no need to get so excited to see us,” Wesley said.

“...you’re not his bartender,” Dalton told them, with the significant glance Steve had begun to associate with anyone around he and Billy, and he groaned.

He’d almost forgotten he was waiting for Billy, a couple hours in, when he looked up and saw him standing awkwardly off to the side. Steve sprang up mid-song to jump down off the stage, run over, and throw his arms around him. Billy grunted with shock as Steve lifted him a little off the ground in a hug, and then hugged him back, slowly, tucking his hot face in Steve’s shoulder.

Steve leaned back and swung him a little, relishing his weight, then let go and stepped back. He couldn’t stop smiling. “You’re here,” he said, and Billy laughed, glancing behind Steve.

“You stopped mid-song,” Dalton said—and he didn’t even sound mad, just bewildered.

“Sorry,” Billy told him, grimacing.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Steve told him, throwing his arm around Billy’s shoulders, and dragging him over to introduce him to the guys. “This is Billy Hargrove!”

“....hi,” Billy said, sounding a little strangled, and side-eyeing Steve.

“He’s my best friend. We’re gonna get friend-married,” Steve announced, and Javi played a weird discordant chord on his guitar. Billy smacked his face with his hand.

“—as soon as he says yes,” Steve amended, and everyone looked even more disbelieving.

“I’m...gonna go sit down,” Billy said, extricating himself and wandering a few feet away to sit on the floor. “Go rehearse,” he muttered. His ears were bright red, and Steve wanted to touch them, but he cleared his throat, and jumped back up on the stage, giddy with the contact high of putting his arms around Billy Hargrove.

“Lemme get this, uh,” Wesley cleared his throat, “—straight,” he muttered. “They’re friends?”

“Friends,” Steve said, nodding. He waggled his eyebrows at Billy and played just enough of the riff from Owner of a Lonely Heart that Billy burst out snickering, and a chorus of ‘Whaaaat’s and ‘Oh my god’ s went up around him.

When they breaked, Steve was off the stage again in a flash. “So, I was thinking,” he told Billy, dropping next to him on the boards to slide an arm around him, and tug him close enough that Steve got a whiff of Billy’s shampoo, and felt his cheeks heat. He cleared his throat, relaxing a little so they weren’t as tightly pressed together, but he forgot what he was gonna say, watching the flush spread across Billy’s freckled cheeks. Steve reached up and pressed his fingers to the tip of Billy’s reddened ear, feeling the warmth, and snickered.

“What were you thinking?” Billy growled, batting his hand away. “Stop poking me, Harrington—”

“Mmrm,” Steve said, squeezing him close again in a tight side-hug. “God, what’s it been, like, days? I need my Billy fix.” He leaned his head on Billy’s shoulder, sighing contentedly, and Billy groaned, sliding his arm around Steve, and letting his head thump against Steve’s hair.

“You’re so weird,” he whispered.

“You’re weird,” Steve fired back, at lightning speed, like a genius, and Billy started giggling, relaxing against him. Steve remembered how soft Billy’s hair had been on his pillow, when Steve had reached over and drunkenly patted it like a cat. He wished it wouldn’t be totally weird to run his fingers through it. “...we’re playing a set tonight, but there are other bands. I thought we could leave, get dinner, come back and listen?”

“You asking me to the dance, Harrington?” Billy asked, laughing, and Steve nodded.

“Yes, absolutely, we should dance,” he laughed, glad Billy had brought it up first, but Billy stiffened against him in the way he did when Steve was a little too much. Steve winced, and rolled it back. “I-I mean, if you want to. There—there are a couple bands you might like. We don’t have to. You’re probably tired.”

“...I am pretty tired,” Billy admitted, quietly, and Steve lifted his head off Billy’s shoulder, and pulled his arm back, inwardly cursing himself, but Billy squeezed him. “I wanna go. Though. We should go.”

“Okay,” Steve laughed, nodding with relief. “Sorry. I know I can be kind of...a lot.”

“No, don’t—” Billy sighed, slumping against him, and Steve laughed, putting an arm around him again, as Billy’s weight threatened to knock them both sideways. “You’re not—I mean, you—you’re not too much, jesus.”

Steve swallowed back a stinging in his eyes, feeling his cheeks heat further. It felt like a drop of sweat would sizzle away like water in a hot pan, and he laughed into Billy’s hair. “...you can always tell me to back off a little, though. I mean. I won’t get—weird about it, I promise, if you need a break—I was trying to give you a break coming here,” he laughed, grimacing. “—and then I just ended up begging you to come, but I can—I mean, I can hear ‘no’, I promise.”

“...I promise I’ll tell you if you’re ever too much,” Billy said, sighing. “You don’t need to give me breaks.”

“...I kinda wear people out,” Steve told him, grimacing. “I just—I know they don’t…” he paused, trying his words together like puzzle pieces. “Um,” he said finally, “—people try to—to stay, uh, they just get kind of...bored. With me.”

Billy narrowed his eyes. “I literally can’t imagine that happening,” he said, and the unexpected deadpan sarcasm slid into Steve like a really sharp knife, when the cut doesn’t hurt right away, and then wells up red, and drips everywhere.

He swallowed, clenching his jaw, and wondering why Billy had come, if he was already sick of it.

“Hey, hey, I mean that, I’m not gonna get bored,” Billy hissed. “Jesus, you look like a kicked puppy.”

Steve laughed, relaxing a little, because it wasn’t like Billy had known him for all that long. There was probably a while, yet, as long as Steve wasn’t weird about it.

“Will you get up here,” Dalton called over. “Stop mooning over each other for five minutes, maybe?” When Steve stomped back onstage, Dalton raised his eyebrows. “Hey, tonight,” he said, “—there are other bands, you should come early, bring your…” he trailed off, raising his eyebrows.

“Billy,” Steve supplied, annoyed. “His name’s Billy, he’s the new bartender.”

“Is that what they’re calling it now,” Wesley said, with a drum flourish, and Steve hoped to god Billy couldn’t hear them.

“You should bring him. After you take him to dinner.”

Steve opened his mouth, closed it, and then sidled closer. “Where are the good places for dinner, I’ve been getting burgers or whatever,” he whispered, and his old bandmates redeemed themselves, drawing around him to consider the merits of several local restaurants, with ratings for food, atmosphere, and price point.

Part One | Two | Three

#Harringrove #Bi Steve #Gay Billy #Songwriter/bartender #Confusion and heart-eyes

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magmagicstyle · 4 years ago

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THE ROCKSTAR AND THE PRETTY BOY

Pairings: Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington *FLUFF... and some hints of smut in the future*

Finally, the concert was over. Billy smirked while looking at all the fans that were screaming the band’s name and some that were only screaming his name, some people were crying, other keep screaming or just singing the last verses of the song that was already over, but, he couldn’t blame them, the lyrics was amazing and it was all thanks to the inspiration that his princess gave him. A few girls even threw her bras and panties towards the stage, and a little group was still fighting over the shirt he threw towards the crowd in the middle of one of the songs. Sometimes Billy couldn’t help but think that fans were a bit scary and that came from the dude who fought a fucking monster from another universe.

Billy let out a sigh, smirked and simply waved towards the hundreds of girls that were trying to reach out for him and after a few minutes waving and throwing winks towards the crowd, he started to walk towards the backstage. This was the second time he was going to the back, but he knew that he wouldn’t be coming back to the stage for this night and not in the next months, knowing this was the last concert of the tour that lasted for the last months. Of course, this was the second time going to the back because after the first time, he had to go back on stage and perform another two songs, he hated to do that since he was already tired of having to be under the strong and blinding lights during so much time, but his manager had convinced him. But that didn’t matter, what mattered was that finally, the concert was officially over and that nobody could keep him from relaxing.

Of course, nothing could go like Billy had planned, since in the middle of his walk towards his dressing room, his manager decided that it was a good idea to stop him by standing in front of him. To give him some credit, he probably knew that this was a bad idea since he looked like he was about to shit his pants, and well, it made sense, he probably was going crazy if he really tried to stop Billy while he wanted to go and rest.

“Billy, there’s some fans that…” His manager started to talk before Billy stopped while lifting his hand on the other man’s face and looking dead in his eyes.

“No” That was the only thing the curly guy said before starting to walk again towards his dressing room, wanting to grab his things and run towards his car so he could go home and kiss his baby.

“But Billy!” The manager was still following him, looking quite worried with the idea of not wanting the fans what they wanted.

“No, I did the encore like you asked, I did this long ass tour like you wanted, now, I’m going to do what I want and that’s going home.” Billy said without stopping his walk and finally arriving at his dressing room. “Now, goodbye.” He said before closing his door in the manager’s face.

Billy grabbed one of his towels, drying his sweat from his body, knowing that he could take a shower in his home and relax there. Then, he looked at the group of bottles full of beer on his table and was tempted to drink a few while changing but he knew that his baby got all worried when he drank and drove, so he grabbed a couple and put them close to his jacket, he would take them home and drink them there.

When he was about to sit and eat a few of the snacks that were close to him, he was interrupted by the sound of his phone.

His princess was texting him, wanting to know how the concert was, if a lot of fans had come to see him, if he was already going to rest. Billy let a little smirk appear on his face, loving how caring his baby could be when it came to the rockstar and his well being. He texted back, answering to every question, but being a bit vague in some of them, after all, it was a surprise that he was going to be home this night and he planned to keep that surprise until he could have his pretty boy in his embrace.

They stopped texting after a few minutes and then, Billy started to get ready so he could go home. Finally, after a few seconds of him taking off the makeup that he used for the concerts and fixing his hair, he grabbed his jacket, keys, wallet, the beers and a little present for his baby. He said goodbye to the other members of the band, to his manager and some bodyguards, and walked towards his car, getting inside it and starting to drive towards his house.

On his way to his house, Billy kept thinking about his baby, his gorgeous princess, his pretty boy, he thought about how surprised Steve would be when he arrived at their home, how his adorably doe eyes would open and shine. A smirk appeared on his face with the idea, what would his baby be wearing right now? Maybe one of Billy’s old t-shirts, maybe one of those soft pastel hoodies Steve loved so much, maybe he was naked, taking a bath and touching himself while thinking of him.

Between different thoughts and having some music as a background noise, he was able to arrive at his house without any troubles. He always thought of this place as theirs, never only his, and he loved the fact that he was able to call this place “theirs”, after all, even if Billy was the one paying the bills, quite easily thanks to his music career, Steve was the one who made the place feel like a home. It was thanks to Steve that the walls weren’t empty but full with different pictures of the two of them, of the kids, of Robin, Nancy and Jonathan, of Billy with Max.

It was Steve who helped him mend things with Max, who pushed him until they talked and Billy was able to put his shit together. It was thanks to Steve that Billy actually started to work on himself so he could be a decent human, it was thanks to Steve that Nancy and Jonathan started to talk to Billy, Robin started to talk to him just because she wanted to do it, and also because thanks to Billy she and Header started to hang out and eventually to date.

But also, it was Steve who decided to give him a chance, it was his pretty boy who stayed with him in the hospital and caressed his face when he was in a coma. It was him the first face Billy was able to see when he woke up, and it was Steve who didn’t yell at him or try to blame him for what happened like Billy thought everybody would do. Instead, Steve smiled towards Billy and told him a simple but heartfelt, “welcome back”. Steve was the one who stayed with Billy through all the physical therapy, the emotional therapy, it was Steve who was with him when he decided to accept the fact that maybe he liked girls and boys and not only girls and that was fine, and it was Steve who helped him understand that it was fine. His princess was also the one that was by his side while Billy discovered that he was in love with the gorgeous brunette, and he stayed -and maybe kissed him a few times- when Billy confessed his feelings and asked him to be by his side. Because even if Billy didn’t think he deserved a second chance, Steve did, and that was enough for him.

Billy opened the front door, his boots sounding against the floor and making a strong noise in the living room, the room was dark, just a few little lights shining around. It didn’t matter, Steve was probably in their room, getting ready to cuddle against Billy’s pillow and just sleep or maybe, like he thought before, he was naked in their bath, touching himself and thinking about Billy’s fingers touching all over his skin. Of course, nothing prepared Billy for what he saw when he arrived at their room.

Steve was there, hugging Billy’s pillow like he expected but what Billy didn’t expect to see was his beautiful boyfriend, dots all over his body, milky skin shining under the soft yellow gleam of the little reading light on each side of the bed, and even if that was a almost holy picture for Billy. The lingerie set covering his princess body, that was the part that catches Billy’s eyes and totally surprised him, the same color blue of his eyes covering the pretty boy’s body, the little pieces of fabric covering his skin in a way that was so erotic and unique.

“Well, princess… what a sight to come back…” Billy comments with a smirk on his face, walking towards his boy while he’s getting rid of his jacket and it’s slowly opening his shirt, already thinking of a way that he could sweat again and how they could spend their reunion. Of course, his smirk became a bit softer and real when he saw Steve’s eyes shining like two beautiful jewels, full with happiness.

“Billy!” Steve said with a big smile, so innocent and excited that Billy could only sigh softly and hug his boyfriend back when he felt his delicate arms around his body, skin against skin, his fingers, rough for playing the guitar so much, caressing the exposed skin of his little bambi. Maybe they could fuck later, but now it was clear that Steve wanted to hug and maybe cuddle and Billy would give him just that.

“Come here, pretty boy…” Billy said, picking up his boyfriend and walking towards the bed, sitting in the middle of it while he fixed Steve’s position in his lap, his hands never leaving Billy’s wavy hair, his face hidden against Billy’s skin, his eyes closed, just breathing Billy’s scent, feeling his boyfriends warmth.

“I missed you…” Steve whispered against Billy’s neck, and usually Billy would make fun of anyone who said something like that, he would make fun of them for being so sentimental, but this is Steve, and even when they are playing around, Billy makes fun of him in a playful manner.

This time is different, because this time Steve feels so small while whispering that he missed Billy, and if he had to be totally honest, Billy also missed Steve, he missed him so fucking much that if someone gave him the chance to stop going on tours and just writing and recording music, Billy would take it right on the spot. Because having Steve between his arms, just kissing his neck, nuzzling his nose against Billy’s neck and whispering how happy his princess was because Billy was home with him, that was everything that Billy needed.

Steve whispers again, his voice being so soft and delicate, so raw with different emotions and Billy can feel himself go weak under his touches and his voice, Billy can almost feel himself melt around Steve, his body totally relaxing thanks to his baby.

"Missed you too, pretty boy…" Billy says with a smile that even if Steve can't see it, he knew was there, after all, Billy’s voice changed when he smiled, it became softer, more caring, and it was always for Steve, Billy only acted like that when he was around his princess and that was so important for Steve.

So they stayed there, cuddling, Billy without a shirt and Steve wearing only the bottom part of a blue set of lingerie, soft kisses and caresses being left on their skin while they talked softly about their day, and then talked about plans for the future, about how they could take a couple of days and drive away, go to some beach and spend time together, forgetting about the world that surrounded them, forgetting about their responsibilities, about the record label, about Steve work on the counseling center, about everything. Just Billy and Steve, relaxing under the sun and sharing their love.

A/N: GUESS WHO’S BACK? Yeah... me, sorry for disappearing. In my defence, I’m willing to come back fully, I have like four fics that I’m working on so... I’m going to try to post soon.

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #stranger things #rockstar au #billy x steve

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ghostspideys-moved · 4 years ago

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We’ll Have Tomorrow

Chapter Ten

A/N: We have two more chapters left after this, and I’m really excited! But don’t worry. The next part to this dips into season three, so anything unsolved by the end of this series will have a chance to work itself out.

Word Count: 4.6k

Pairings: Steve Harrington x OC, Nancy Wheeler x Jonathan Byers x OC (eventually)

Summary: Hawthorne is having a lot of problems. Dealing with them isn’t easy, but Max gives him some unprecedented advice that might actually help.

Hawthorne was having more problems than he would like to admit. For starters, he was only barely managing to fix his English grade, and math wasn’t going any better. He wasn’t sure why, but he’d never really had an easy time with math, and it was really biting him in the ass right now.

As it stood, he wasn’t having the greatest time. On top of that, his sister ditched once again, just like she had yesterday. No doubt she was with Steve. Not that he could blame her, especially since he knew sometimes her powers jst went a little haywire. That had happened to him a number of times, but he was probably better at controlling it than her.

Unfortunately, that meant he was on his own for lunch. He had a few other friends, sure. The theater kids were practically a whole clique of their own. There were at least two others in theater whose company he enjoyed at least a little.

Namely, Robin Buckley and Annie Hardwick. They were probably the coolest out of everyone else in that class, and they seemed to know what they were doing more than some of the others.

He will admit, though. He’s not always the greatest with people, so he only really hung out with either of them during class.

As depressing as it might have seemed, he opted to sit at a table alone, partially wishing he could just disappear. Unlike his sister, he wasn’t incredibly smart, so he couldn’t risk ditching nearly as much as her. He didn’t hold that against her, but it would certainly be nice if he didn’t feel stupid all the time.

River always offered to help where she could, and for the most part it got him somewhere. But he always felt like no matter how much he tried, he just couldn’t retain information as well as her, for as much as she might not pay attention.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he saw a tray slid across from him. Two, actually. When Hawthorne looked up, Nancy and Jonathan sat across from him, friendly smiles on both their faces.

“Uh, hi.” He mentally slapped himself for being the most awkward person in existence.

“Hey. It’s okay if we join, right?” Nancy asked. Hawthorne nodded after a moment. He really didn’t mind. Besides, it wasn’t like he’d had any other company.

The three of them ate in silence for a moment, and it was almost awkward. No, it was definitely a little awkward.

“Where’s River?” Jonathan asked after a moment of silence.

Hawthorne shrugged. “Probably ditching with Steve again,” he answered.

Nancy seemed to be thinking carefully before she asked, “Are they, like together?” She backtracked a little, not wanting to sound like she was jealous, because she truly wasn’t. She felt she had no right to be after the way things happened between them.

“Which is fine,” she quickly added. “I was just wondering, and I think it’s good for Steve if he’s moved on.”

Hawthorne recalled hearing about their break up, which was why she was dating Jonathan now. The thought of it made him feel a little weird. Even the slightest hint of jealousy perhaps? He wasn’t sure why, though.

“No, I don’t think so,” he said. “If so, my sister never told me.” He liked to believe she’d tell him something like that.

Nancy nodded. “Oh. Okay.” She bit her lip, seemingly still pretty deep in thought. “Well, Jonathan and I are going to the movies this weekend if you wanted to join.”

Hawthorne was surprised she’d even ask, and he was also curious why. He’d only be intruding, or at the very least he’d be the third wheel. The more he thought about it, that might actually be worse third wheeling.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I don’t want to impose, especially if you guys are on a date.” He had a feeling she might be asking out of pity. As if he didn’t have anything better to do this weekend. He didn’t, but was it really that obvious?

Jonathan answered this time, shaking his head. “No, don’t worry. We both want you to come,” he insisted. “I mean, you and I have been friends for a while now, and I knew you don’t get to do a whole lot.”

That was probably the biggest similarity between the two of them. Jonathan typically like to stay home and listen to music if he wasn’t out taking pictures, and Hawthorne couldn’t say his free time wasn’t spent much differently.

On the one hand, this might be the first time he’d get to do something without being alone. On the other hand, it might just be really awkward for him. Maybe it was worth a shot, though.

“If you’re both fine with it,” he said.

Both of them insisted he wasn’t intruding, and he knew Nancy especially could be persistent.

“Trust me, we really want you to hang out with us,” she said.

Hawthorne nodded, feeling like he didn’t see any reason not to. “Yeah, alright.”

Nancy smiled brightly, and he really couldn’t help thinking just how amazing her smile really was. He was so confused right now, but there wasn’t much he could do about it right now.

Lunch passed by quickly, and they reminded him they’d be going on Saturday.

Hawthorne struggled through the rest of his classes until he was finally free to head home. He liked the walk to and from school. It was quiet now that it was just him, and it gave him enough time to think before heading home.

However, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of wheels against the sidewalk. When he turned behind him, he wasn't too surprised to see Max riding her skateboard. She smiled when she spotted him and pushed herself closer to him.

There was just enough space for her to skate alongside him.

“Why are you walking by yourself?” she asked.

“Because I like to,” he said, “and because River gets rides from Steve now.”

Max gave him a surprised look, but she nodded. “Oh. I was just wondering because you seem kind of stressed.”

He hadn’t realized he might look that way, and he supposed he was for a number of reasons. “Maybe a bit,” he admitted. “My math grade is shit right now.”

“Is that all? Dude, I’m amazing at math. Let me help.”

“No offense, but you’re in, what? Sixth grade?”

“Eighth,” she corrected. “And I’m in the advanced math classes, so I think I know what I’m doing.”

Of all the subjects, he wouldn’t have expected math to be her strong suit. But he needed the help, and if she could do that, he didn’t have much room to object.

“If you can somehow help me figure out eleventh grade math, then sure,” he agreed.

“Aren’t you in twelfth grade?” she asked.

“That’s how much I suck at math.”

They made it back to his house without any more inquiries, and he sat her at the dinner table as he pulled out his homework.

He sighed and looked over at her. “Okay, what the hell does any of this mean?”

Max skimmed over a few of the problems, her eyes lighting up when she recognized what he was doing.

“Oh! This isn’t too hard,” she said.

“Easy for you to say.”

Max rolled her eyes and took his pencil and notebook. “Look, you guys learned how to foil, right?” she asked.

Hawthorne nodded.

“Okay, it’s kind of like that.”

She drew out the first equation, demonstrating how to solve it before she let him do the second one. He struggled through it a little, so she helped anywhere he fumbled and messed up.

It took about five problems before he really got the hang of it. He was surprised just how good Max was at math, but he probably should have figured. The kids were all smart one way or another. Max was no exception, even if she wasn’t into science like the party. She was plenty smart in her own right, and it amazed him.

“Thanks,” he said.

Max smiled and sat back. “No problem. It’s not so hard once you get the hang of it.”

“Now if only I could figure out my problems in English.” Hawthorne sighed and rubbed his face, looking a little weary.

“What’s wrong with that?”

He thought for a second, unsure how to really explain it. “I’m just not that great at reading,” he admitted. “I can do it, but it takes me a little longer than everyone else, and I’ve been told my comprehension is a little messed up because of it.”

Max hummed in thought. “Maybe it’s because English isn’t your first language,” she suggested. “It’s Russian, isn’t it?” She was sure Dustin mentioned that.

“Yeah.”

“How good’s your reading in Russian?”

He hadn’t really read much in Russian since he was about ten. So, understandably, he wasn’t too great at it.

Hawthorne shrugged. “Uh, not great. I mean, it’s been about eight years since I’ve had to read in anything but English.”

Max mulled over his answer as she seemed to be drawing some sort of conclusion. “Do you think maybe you have dyslexia?” he asked. “I knew someone in California who had that.”

“What the hell is that?”

She was a little unsure how to explain it. “Well, I don’t know a whole lot, so you should probably look into it,” she started. “But what I do know is it affects reading and comprehension, like you said, and sometimes spelling.”

Hawthorne was painfully aware he wasn’t the best at spelling, mainly because he came across words he didn’t know too well and spelled them how he thought they sounded. That was often misleading when it came to English, he’d learned.

“Oh,” was all he could say for a moment or two. “You know, that would actually explain a lot.”

“Maybe you should talk to Hopper about it,” she suggested. “If anything, he might be able to help you figure out what you should do.” It wasn’t like anything else he’d been doing was helping him much. Maybe she had a point.

“Yeah, I’ll see what he thinks.” Hawthorne ruffled her hair. “You want a snack? It’s the least I can do.”

Max nodded as he got out of his seat and looked through the kitchen. He quickly made her a grilled cheese sandwich and sat down again when he handed her the plate.

She took a bite into it, immediately lighting up at how amazing it tasted.

“Holy shit.” “It’s a sandwich, kid.”

Max shook her head. “Yeah, but I’m pretty sure this is the best thing I’ve had in a long time,” she said.

“I’m glad you think so. But it’s still just a sandwich, and I don’t see the big deal.”

She shrugged, taking another big bite. Her mouth was full when she spoke again. “‘S really good, okay?”

Hawthorne laughed and ruffled her hair. “If you say so.”

She finally swallowed and looked up at him with bright eyes. “Can you just always cook for me?”

“Doesn’t your mom feed you?”

“Yeah, but eating with my family is always awkward, and my mom doesn’t really make me snacks like she used to.” She deflated a little at the thought, and it made his heart wrench at least a little.

“We’ll see,” he promised. “I’ll figure something out.”

Max quickly finished her sandwich, and he made her one more out of the kindness of his heart. That and he felt she deserved it for helping him out as much as she had.

He let her eat as his mind wandered a little. There was so much going on in his head right now, and he wasn’t sure how to begin addressing any of it. Math was one thing, but he had a lot more going on than that. Max seemed to pick up on his anxiety. “You good?” she asked between bites.

Hawthorne hummed and nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. Just thinking.”

“About what?”

Sighing, he sat back in his seat, his shoulders slumping. “Don’t worry. It’s not your problem.”

“You said that about the math thing, too. I think I’ve proven I can help.”

He ruffled her hair again, only earning a slight protest. “Never said you couldn’t,” he assured her. “I’m just a little confused, I suppose.”

She took another bite and gestured for him to elaborate.

“Okay, but anything I tell you stays between us, got it?” When she nodded, he sighed and crossed his arms. “Some time around Christmas, I think I realized I like Jonathan,” he confessed.

Max’s eyes widened for a moment before he continued. “Obviously, he’s dating Nancy now, so that was out of the question. And then, I don’t know, I started noticing things I liked about Nancy, too.”

It felt wrong, but even worse now that he was actually saying it out loud. In fact, he hadn’t even come to that conclusion himself until a few minutes ago.

“So you like them both?”

“Yeah, I guess so. I don’t know if that’s a bad thing, or not.”

Max shook her head and wiped the crumbs from her face. “I don’t think it is,” she said. “I’m pretty sure you’re not the first person. I mean, for starters, I think that means you’re probably bisexual, or something.” She’d heard that term used a few times when she still lived in California, and from what she understood, that probably applied to him.

“What’s that?” he asked curiously.

“I think it means you like guys and girls. Or, like, two genders in general, I guess.” Hawthorne thought that over for a moment. Honestly, it sounded accurate, and he was amazed there was even a word for that.

“But what about if I like them both? As in, I don’t think I’d really mind dating them both at the same time?” He doubted that would ever happen. If anything, he was sure they’d think he was weird. He wasn’t sure if he should be unloading all this on a kid, but at least she seemed to want to help.

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “But from all the stuff I’ve seen when there’s those pride parades in San Francisco, I don’t think you’d be the first at all.”

Max hesitated for a moment, wiping her palms on her jeans. “If it makes you feel better, I’m pretty sure I’m bisexual.”

Hawthorne gave her a shocked look. Somehow, this kid seemed to have things figured out a little better than he did.

“Is that so?”

Max shrugged. “I’ve had crushes on both guys and girls,” she admitted. “And if I’m wrong, I’m wrong. I don’t think it really hurts to identify wrongly.”

It was dawning on him that he really underestimated just how much these kids really understood. She wasn’t wrong, and he knew that. Max was unbelievably wise for a thirteen-year-old.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he said. “When did you get so smart?”

She laughed and shrugged. “I like to think I’ve always been this smart.” Hawthorne snorted. “No kidding.”

He let her finish her sandwich before sending her on her way. It was going to get dark soon, and he didn’t want her skateboarding in the dark by herself. Even if she insisted she’d be fine. You could never be safe, especially after going through what they had. It was easy to be paranoid.

It wasn’t long before Saturday rolled around. Naturally, he hadn’t forgotten about what Max told him, which might have made him even more anxious than he was before.

Hawthorne was more than happy to spend time with Nancy and Jonathan. Now that he’d sorted out his feelings better, it made him feel even more awkward, though. If he messed anything up, he was sure they’d hate him forever.

He just had to be as casual as possible. After all, this was just friends hanging out. So what if two of those friends were in a relationship, and that he so badly wanted to be a part of that?

Who was he kidding? He might as well take on a hoard of Demodogs all by himself. It would be just as painful.

Hawthorne looked himself over in the mirror, trying to tame the red mess that was his hair. Sure, he hadn’t dressed up because that would be weird, right? But he didn’t have to look like a disaster.

Before he could really overthink too much, Hopper was calling him. They must be here now.

He looked himself over one more time before leaving his room and heading to the door. As he expected, Nancy and Jonathan were standing at the door.

“You guys have fun,” Hopper said, patting his back. “Be back before dinner.”

Hawthorne nodded and said goodbye before he followed them out to Jonathan’s car. He got in the back seat as the car started.

As he would have expected, Jonathan had some music playing. And, if he remembered correctly, it sounded like something by The Clash. He was sure he’d heard this song before, and he knew it was the kind of music Jonathan liked.

Either way, focusing on the music made him feel at least a little less nervous. By the time they got to the movie theater, he’d mentally prepared himself.

Of course, they asked for his input on what to watch, but he didn’t think he’d mind much either way. Although, The Breakfast Club had just come out a few days ago, and he thought it could be fun.

Thankfully, both of them seemed to agree with him, and Nancy bought them all tickets. Of course, he felt a little bad that she even offered, but he much appreciated it.

At the very least, Jonathan tried to contribute to buy enough popcorn for all of them, which was awfully nice considering the Byers weren’t doing too well in terms of income. He’d been insistent, though, so Hawthorne made a mental note to repay the favor some other time. He surely had a decent amount of money now that he lived with Hopper, though he was aware he’d have to get a job soon enough.

Nancy dragged them both towards their seats and sat between them. As everyone filed in, they passed around the popcorn, a good portion of it already gone by them time the movie started.

Suffice it to say, Hawthorne was feeling a lot better about the whole thing. He didn’t feel nearly as awkward as he had been before leaving. The only thing was, he caught a glimpse of Jonathan and Nancy holding hands, and it did hurt just a little. He fought down the feeling, trying to focus for now. After all, he was genuinely enjoying himself if you took that out of the equation.

As long as he paid attention to the movie, he was sure he would be just fine.

He did laugh every now and then as he kept his eyes trained on the screen. And every now and the, he swore he might have seen Nancy glance in his direction, but it might have been wishful thinking.

By the end of the movie, he’d mostly gotten over his emotions for the time being. And he probably ate more of the popcorn than either of them. He was trying to make the most of this while he could.

Hawthorne thought he’d made it through without anything awkward happening. Then, as fate would have it, Nancy suggested they eat somewhere before calling it good.

God really did hate him, huh?

Of course, he didn’t object, and it wasn’t long before they were eating at the diner together. Surprisingly, it wasn’t nearly as awkward as he’d anticipated.

Mostly, Nancy tried to make some light conversation, doing her best to include him. And, of course, it wasn’t so hard talking to Jonathan. They’d known each other long enough now that it was easy for them to find things to talk about.

And once their food arrived, they mostly ate in silence, except for the occasional small talk. Maybe he’d over exaggerated and hyped this up more than he should have. He couldn’t help it. It was easy for his anxiety to get the better of him.

He appreciated how much they were trying not to make him feel like the third wheel. As awkward as he felt at the beginning, he was much more relaxed and enjoying himself.

This time, Hawthorne offered to pay for them, to which Nancy objected, until it was settled that they’d split the bill and call it even. He knew that was as good as it was getting.

The ride back wasn’t so bad now that they broke the ice. There was some more small talk here and there.

“What do you think you’ll do after graduation?” Nancy asked.

It occurred to him that she was still a junior and had one more year left, unlike him and Jonathan.

“Not sure,” he said truthfully. “I don’t even know what I want to do for the rest of my life.”

Nancy gave him a reassuring smile through the rear view mirror. “Well, you don’t have to have everything figured out right away. But there has to be something you like doing.”

No one had ever really asked him, but there were some things.

“Not a whole lot. I suppose I’m really good with plants, if that counts as anything. And, I can cook pretty well. I’ve been getting a lot better at sewing in my free time, too.”

He’d never really said most of that out loud, but it felt nice getting it out there. He was just better with practical things.

Jonathan smiled, he’s leaving the road for just a second. “That’s good, though. I mean, it’s pretty easy finding a job out of those.”

Admittedly, Hawthorne supposed he had a point.

“I guess so. I’m not really sure, though, so I still have to think it over.” He knew he had time, and it wasn’t like he couldn’t figure something out. It might be nice to have a summer job, though.

As soon as they pulled up to his house, Hawthorne went to open the door and paused. “Do you guys wanna come in?” he asked.

They shared a look before nodding and following him in. Hopper was surprised about having guests, but he hardly minded the extra company.

“So, how’d everyone’s day go?” he asked after serving everyone.

El grinned. “Great,” she answered.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“Mike said he could visit more in the summer.”

Hopper sighed and nodded. “That’s good, but we’re gonna have to set some rules before that happens,” he said. “Anyone else?”

“Um, Steve and I studied at the library. He got a B on his last test,” River chimed in. “So it’s doing him some good.”

“And you three?” Hopper turned expectantly.

Hawthorne took a quick bite before answering. “Good. Uh, we had fun.” He turned to Nancy and Jonathan who smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, it was pretty great,” Nancy added.

That seemed to satisfy Hopper. In all fairness, this was a lot better than how awkward dinners used to be a few months ago.

Everyone helped clean up as they finished, and Hawthorne dragged away their guests to his room for the time being. He almost didn’t want them to leave just yet.

“Thanks for today,” he said, sitting on his bed.

They joined, sitting across from him.

Nancy flashed him that bright smile he’d come to love in the short time they’d been friends. “Don’t worry. We’re glad you had fun.”

“Yeah. We were afraid you might change your mind or something,” Jonathan admitted. “You know, if things were too awkward.”

Nancy nodded. “We really didn’t want you to feel like the third wheel.”

Hawthorne shook his head, leaning back against the headboard. “No, don’t worry. It didn’t feel that way too much.”

Jonathan sighed in relief. He was glad it hadn't been so bad like he’d worried about. “That’s good.”

There was a brief silence as the two of them seemed to be discussing something without talking. They gave each other meaningful glances, something he probably wasn’t picking up on.

Eventually, they seemed to have figured out whatever was going on, and Nancy took his hand. He was surprised, to say the least, and at the most, confused.

“Can we talk about something?” she asked.

Hawthorne stared down at their hands and nodded. “Uh, yeah.” It came out more as a question, but she went on.

“The reason we asked you to come along is because we were talking a little about something.” She glanced over at Jonathan. “I know you and I haven’t especially known each other for very long, but we talked, and I think Jonathan had a good idea if you;d be okay with it.”

Hawthorne was still very confused, unsure where this was going at all.

Jonathan cleared his throat and suddenly seemed just as nervous as Hawthorne felt earlier.

“Not that you have to say anything right away, but, if you’re willing, we thought maybe the three of us could all try dating.”

It was almost like Hawthorne’s brain shut down for a moment. He felt like if he said anything, he might ruin this, and it might turn out to be a dream. He’d only ever hoped for this, and somehow everything was finally laid before him. An opportunity to get what he wanted. “Like, all three of us? Together?”

Nancy nodded, squeezing his hand lightly. “Only if you want. If not, we totally get it,” she assured him.

His mouth went dry for a moment before he nodded. “Yeah. I’d definitely like that.”

She grinned and thought for a moment before softly kissing his cheek. “I’m glad.”

Jonathan did the same, an actual smile on his face. Hawthorne was still reeling, having a hard time processing all of this.

“So, uh, how is all of this going to work?” he asked.

“We’ll figure it out slowly. Together,” Jonathan answered.

He nodded, still feeling like he might be in a dream. As soon as they’d both headed back home before it got too late, he went out to the kitchen for a glass of water, making sure this was real.

Surely enough, he was very much awake. Hopper, who’d been cleaning a little, noticed the dazed look on his face.

“You okay, kid?” He sounded slightly concerned, which was probably warranted with how out of it Hawthorne looked.

Slowly, it turned to a grin, and he nodded. “Yeah. Great, actually.”

“Care to elaborate?”

Hawthorne hesitated before he finally spoke up again, setting down his cup. “I think I’m dating Nancy and Jonathan now,” he said.

Hopper was more than a little surprised, to say the least. “Both of them?” He nodded.

“Oh. Well, uh, I’m glad,” Hopper said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Can’t say I know a whole lot about that, but as long as you’re happy. Just remember that, okay?”

He was glad he was trying to be supportive. “Just so you know, things like that don’t matter to me so long as you’re happy, okay?” Hawthorne nodded as Hopper ruffled his hair. It was just then that he remembered something. He went to grab a few things as he started putting together a few snacks and started making two grilled cheese sandwiches.

“You bringing yourself a lunch tomorrow?”

“Not for me. For Max,” he said.

“That’s nice of you. Just make sure you clean up before bed.” He patted his shoulder and went to his room.

Hawthorne finished up and cleaned before putting everything into a bag. He quickly grabbed a marker and wrote Max’s name on it before slipping in a note as well.

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flohamilton · 5 years ago

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Hi love ❤️your work is amazing and I was just wondering if you could write a Steve Harrington x Byers!reader where the reader is Jonathan and wills middle sister and she’s in the house when billy shows up and instead of Steve fighting billy the reader does and she puts up a good fight but billy beats the fuck out of here and when Steve gets to billy he freaks out and fights billy and wins and admits he likes the reader sorry if it’s so specific thank you love ❤️

Protect You

Steve Harrington x Byers!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, cursing, mentions of blood

hi anon!!! I’m so sorry this took so long, I just really wanted this to be accurate with the actual episode! I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you love it! (I kinda got carried away oops) and thank you so much for sending in a request!!

It seemed to you that all hell was breaking loose at the moment. As if your family hadn’t already been put through enough with your little brother Will’s disappearance a year ago, this year was somehow even worse, as Will was now possessed by this shadow monster thing, and you were too terrified to even question it. Your mom, brothers, and Nancy were currently in Hopper’s cabin, trying to expel the demon-like entity from Will’s body, Hopper and El were closing the gate at the lab, and you were at your house, along with Steve and four very chaotic children.

You had offered to stay at your house, because it was where you felt most safe, and also because dealing with four kids would have been too dangerous anywhere else. Steve had offered to stay and help hold down the fort, which you were thankful for because to be quite honest you were scared shitless and could use a little company from someone your own age. You also weren’t complaining because you had been crushing on Steve for a while now and having another opportunity to spend some time with him sounded pretty good to you. Well as good as things can be when you are fighting an inter-dimensional monster and all of its spawns. But nonetheless, you were glad Steve was here with you.

You had always seen Steve around school, and sure you thought he was cute, but his ego was always too much for you to handle. He was so concerned about his title as “King Steve” that you knew he would never give you the time of day. Then Nancy and Steve began dating and you shut off all of your feelings toward Steve for the sake of your friendship with Nancy. You two weren’t the closest of friends, but your brothers were best friends so you saw a lot of each other and you enjoyed her company from time to time. Now that Steve and Nancy had broken up, you felt the familiar feelings coming back, and you knew you were in for trouble. Now that Steve had become involved in this whole demogorgan thing, you got to see his true character. He was a really sweet guy, he enjoyed being around the kids, and you realized he wasn’t the duchy “King Steve” you thought he was. Now it seemed like he was just Steve.

But crushes and love were not what you were concerned about at the moment. The kids were all a little nervous, which was expected, but especially Mike. The poor kid just saw the love of his life for the first time after almost an entire year and she had just been swept away to complete the potentially most dangerous task of any of your lives. You felt bad for the kid. Steve and Dustin had just finished arguing about where to put the demodog, and the general consensus had somehow become your fridge.

“Is this okay?” Steve asked whilst shoving the creature into your refrigerator, “who am I kidding of course this isn’t okay. Jesus Christ Dustin, why couldn’t we just bury the damn thing!” Steve said shooting you and apologetic look.

“Because Steve! This is a scientific breakthrough and we can’t just bury it like a dog!” Dustin shouted passionately.

“I am so sorry, y/n” Steve said once the dog was successfully stored in the fridge, “We will buy you a new fridge.”

“Don’t worry Steve, we’ve got bigger issues at the moment,” You said, chucking slightly, still mind-blown that you were even in this situation. Not only were you nearing the apocalypse but your crush Steve was in your house with you, helping you babysit four kids.

Meanwhile Mike, Lucas and Max were orchestrating an elaborate plan to storm the tunnels and light a fire to distract the dogs and lead them away from the lab in order to protect El and Hopper.

“This is not happening. y/n and I promised to keep you shitheads safe, do you understand me?” Steve said, his inner babysitter coming out strong, making you swoon.

Before anyone could say a word you were interrupted by the sound of an engine revving furiously. Max jumped up and peered out the window. “That’s my brother! He can’t know I’m here, he’ll kill me. He’ll kill us!” She said, a panicked look forming on her face

“Don’t worry Max, Steve and I will take care of this,” You said, putting on your brave face. The apocalypse was literally looming over Hawkins, how bad could Billy Hargrove be? “He’s on my property now and I’ll make him leave. He can’t tell me no.” You said defiantly.

“No y/n,” Steve spoke up, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, you should stay in here with the kids.”

“It’s okay Steve, what’s the worst he could do?”

Max opened her mouth to speak against you, but before a word could come out you saw the bright headlights of Billy’s car pull into your drive way. Before anyone could stop you, you were opening your front door and walking out to meet Billy in the drive way. Steve followed behind you anxiously.

“Can I help you?” You asked, your attitude making an appearance. Billy snarled at your words and you suddenly had major regrets about coming outside.

“Yeah, what are you doing here, amigo?” Steve asked, now standing protectively in front of you.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Billy said. Tension becoming so thick you could practically cut it with a knife.

“We’re watching a movie,” You said, improvising, “Indiana Jones!”

Billy scoffed, “I’m looking for my sister.”

“I didn’t even know you had a sister Billy, what makes you think she would be here?” You asked, playing stupid.

“A little birdie told me she was here.”

“Huh, weird. No one’s here but me and y/n. You’re kinda interrupting movie night, so if you don’t mind…” Steve said, waving his hand off, motioning for Billy to leave.

“I don’t appreciate being lied to.” Billy snarled.

“Well she’s not here.” You spoke up.

“Then who is that?” Billy asked pointing behind you. You turned to see the four kids, looking our from the living room window.

Billy stormed past you barging through your front door. “Hey asshole, you can’t just barge in my house like this!” You shouted at him. Billy swiftly pushed you to the ground, knocking the wind out of you.

“Oh shit are you okay?” Steve asked, helping you up.

“I think so, just knocked the wind out of me.” You said standing and rushing into your house where Billy was currently holding Lucas against the wall.

Your inner motherly instincts kicked in and you suddenly had no fear of Billy whatsoever. “Don’t touch him!” You shouted, and suddenly you felt as if you soul had left your body and you were now functioning on autopilot as you punched Billy square in the face.

Unfortunately, your punch had virtually no affect on Billy, “Big mistake.” He said, a maniacal laugh coming from his lips.The next few moments were a blur to you. Billy threw a punch directly to your nose and you were sure it was broken as you felt a tremendous amount of blood gushing from it. Once you were on the ground he repeatedly kicked you in the ribs. He even kicked you in the side of the head and your ears began to ring, the pain becoming too much for you to handle. You heard shouting in the background, but it was only faint.

Suddenly you saw Steve come up from behind Billy. With one swift punch, Steve had knocked Billy on the floor, and was on top on him, repeatedly punching him in the face over and over again, Billy’s face becoming bloodier and bloodier by the second. A few moments passed before Billy was knocked out cold.

Steve got off of Billy and rushed over to where you were on the floor, a bloody and whimpering mess.

“Hey you’re okay,” Steve said, taking your face in his hand, “That asshole isn’t gonna hurt you anymore.” He whispered softly, eyes wide at the destruction Billy had caused to your body.

“Steve,” You whimpered, tears flowing liberally at this point.

“No, no y/n don’t cry, you’re okay, I got you.” He said, bending down and softly placing a kiss on your forehead. “I need to get you cleaned up. I’m going to take you back to your bedroom, okay y/n?” Steve said, gently picking you up and carrying you in his arms back to your room. He carefully placed you onto your bed making sure to be extra gentle.

“Just stay still okay, I’m going to get some bandages.” Steve said. You nodded your head slightly and closed your eyes, trying to focus on something other than the extreme pain you were in.

While Steve was in the bathroom gathering first aid supplies, you heard him talking to the kids. “She’s not good. There’s no way I’m leaving her to go into those tunnels. No way. It has to wait.”

“But Steve this is our only chance!” Dustin said.

“And what about Billy?” Lucas asked, “We can’t just leave him here?”

“I can drive us.” Max said, followed by protests from everyone else. “No I’ve done it before when Billy was drunk. I’m pretty good! Anyway, we can get Billy and drop him off at our house, he’ll be out cold for the night so there’s no chance he will wake up and try to find us. Then we can go to the tunnels ourselves while you stay here and take care of y/n. It’s a great plan!” Max said.

“Absolutely not.” You heard Steve say in his babysitter tone again. “A. I’m not letting you drive a car, you’re literally 9 years old. And B. I am definitely not letting you go into the tunnels alone.”

“So what, we wait here with Billy’s useless body and put El and Hopper in even more danger than they already are? I don’t think so Harrington!” Max yelled. You had to admit, Max was mature for her age and you didn’t doubt that she could drive a car. The thought of your favorite kids entering the terrifying tunnels alone made you shiver, but you also had to admit that it was better than leaving El and Hopper for dead.

“Steve please,” Max begged.

Steve huffed, “Fine. But please do not speed, and don’t forget to turn your headlights on. Also bring a walky-talky and make sure you radio in if anything happens. Okay?” He asked, and you heard everyone agree. “Please be careful. I’m trusting you guys.” Steve paused. “Let me put Billy in the backseat before you go.” You heard the sound of Steve lifting Billy’s unconscious body off the the floor and go outside, followed by faint voices from the kids. You heard an engine rev and you knew the kids had left.

“Hey sorry to take so long,” Steve said, and you saw that he hand an arm full of various towels, bandages, and rubbing alcohol to clean you up with.

“It’s all my fault.” You said, voice cracking and tears flowing again. You couldn’t handle the guilt you were already feeling at the thought of Mike, Lucas, Max, and Dustin in danger.

“Hey no its not, shh, you didn’t do anything wrong, y/n.” Steve said, sitting next to you, wrapping his arm around you as you leaned into him.

“I had to go and pick a fight with Billy and now you can’t even go with the kids to help them in the tunnels. I could have stayed behind, I would have been okay.” You cried.

“No, y/n I’m not leaving you.” Steve said, tightening his grip around you. “And I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I have faith in the kids. They’ve been through a lot. They can handle it.”

You began to cry harder now, “I’m just worried about them.”

“I know. I am too, but they’ll radio in if anything goes wrong.” Steve said, looking down at you, wiping a tear from your cheek. “Let’s get you cleaned up, alright? Just lay back okay, I’ve got you.”

You nodded, sniffling. The pain in you body was still debilitating, but you had become more aware of your surroundings. Steve was being the kindest person ever and you were in shock that you were in this crazy situation with Steve.

“This may hurt a little,” Steve said as he dabbed your nose with a wet towel, and you flinched. “I’m sorry, I’m almost done,” he said wiping away the rest of the blood from your face.

“I also brought you some ice to hold on your ribs, you got kicked pretty hard.” Steve said, handing you an ice pack.

“Thank you for taking care of me. You really didn’t have to… Will you come lay with me?” You asked, scooting over in your bed, whimpering at the pain your ribs were causing you.

“Of course,” Steve said, climbing onto the bed next you to. You leaned into him and he put his arm tightly around you shoulder. “I’m so glad you’re alright. I care about you so much and to see you get beat up like that hurt me a lot. I never wanna see you get hurt again, y/n.”

You began tearing up yet again at the thought of Steve being so kind to you. Never in your life had someone been as nice to you as Steve was being now.

“You look so beautiful when you cry. I mean it makes me really sad when you cry, but you’re so pretty.” Steve said, his face turning slightly red.

“Even after I just got pummeled?” You asked, giggling.

“Yes. Always, y/n. Actually,” Steve paused, “there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” He took a deep breath, “These past few weeks I feel like we’ve gotten so close and I love it. I love being around you. I mean I always saw you in school and thought you seemed nice, but getting to know you has really made me see how awesome you are. You’re so kind to everyone, you’re a great friend, and you might even be a better babysitter than I am. But that’s beside the point. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I like you. Like a lot. And I can’t wait anymore, I had to tell you. I just care about you so much and seeing you hurt makes me realize that I want to be there to protect you forever.”

“Steve,” You said, not much louder than a whisper. You were so shocked and your emotions were already all over the place that you could help but let the tears flow again.

“I’m sorry if that was too much, you don’t have to say anything back. I’m sorry if I made this weird-“

You cut him off, “I like you too, a lot actually.” You signed a breath of relief, finally getting it off of your chest. “I’m kinda embarrassed to tell you, but I’ve kinda liked you since sophomore year.”

“Really?” Steve asked, a shocked look on his face, followed by a goofy smile, you nodded. “This is amazing. I can’t believe this is actually happening! The girl of my dreams likes me back!!” Steve said, more to himself this time, making you blush.

You snuggled closer into Steve, if that was even possible.

“What do you say when all of this is over, and if we actually make it out alive, you let me take you on a date?” Steve asked.

“I would love that.” You said, sighing. Despite the current situation your heart couldn’t be more happy.

“Good. So would I.” Steve said, looking down at you, staring into your eyes. He slowly began to lean in, you did as well, almost like you were a magnet being pulled towards him. Steve’s lips gently landed on yours, and you depend this kiss, leaning into him slightly for a few seconds before pulling away.

“Wow.” Steve said with wide eyes.

“Yeah, wow.” You said.

“I’m never leaving you, y/n. I’m always going to be here to protect you. I promise.” Steve said, and eventually the two of you drifted off to sleep.

A few hours later you were woken by the sound of people entering your house. You sat up quickly, worried you may be in danger.

“Don’t worry,” said Steve who was awake next to you, “it’s you mom and brothers, and everyone. Everything’s okay. Its over.” Steve said, pulling you into a tight embrace, not letting you go for anything, and knowing he would continue to protect you and never let you go as long as he could help it.

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shysneeze · 5 years ago

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Worth it (Steve Harrington x Reader)

WORTH IT

Steve Harrington x reader (Past!Billy Hargrove x reader)

Request: Hii can you do a Steve Harrington where the reader use to date billy in Cali but moved to Hawkins and started dating Steve and doesn't tell him about her past with billy but then he finds out and gets mad cause the reader didn't tell him - @ versaceismehoe

A/N: This is probably shit. I'm all over the place this month- its one huge mental breakdown honestly- so bear with me. Hope this is good enough xx

Warnings: I'm Scottish, not American so I apologise if I’ve used British terms rather than American ones. Also I swear in it but what's new? Billy being a dickhead.

Moving during my senior year was in no way my idea. My mother said it was 'change', she needed 'change'- nothing to do with the fact she lost her job. So we packed up the house and moved to a strange town called Hawkins. I didn't complain too much. I did need a change and even if the move to a new school was going to be terrifying and stressful, it was going to be worth it.

Moving into Hawkins High School was stressful and scary and everything I expected but boy was it worth it.

My locker was conveniently right next to Steve Harrington's.

Steve is the reason my first day at school was less terrifying. Mostly because as he spoke to me, I couldn't tell who was more nervous. He blushed and stammered in a way I expected he didn't normally when talking to a girl. If it hadn't been for his down right awkwardness I would have just assumed him to be your usual dickhead jock- you know, what I usually date.

On our first date he proved himself to be far from it, though with a dark past of being one. He's told me all about 'King Steve' and his antics. A few months into dating he told me how he became the blubbering, flustered mess I know him as now. I know all about Nancy and though it took me meeting Eleven to believe, I know all about the upside down.

Steve is the best thing to come out of the move to Hawkins and now, five months together, I'm not sure what I'd do without him. There is only one issue.

Billy fucking Hargrove.

I moved out of California for change, not to run into my dickhead-jock ex boyfriend on my first day of school. We'd broken up a month before his family moved so I didn't exactly take the time to ask where he was moving to. How was I to know it was Hawkins?

He'd smirked at seeing me and mentioned how funny it was to see me there while I resisted the urge to hit him. The rest of my time in Hawkins has been spent trying to avoid him and trying desperately to keep it all a secret from Steve.

I should have just told him as soon as we became serious- I certainly shouldn't have begged Max Mayfield, one of Steve's 'children', not to say a thing. Thankfully, Max and I always got on well and so the simple favour hasn't been problematic on her part- just on me for asking my ex's sister to lie to my current boyfriend for me.

I'd been concerned by how Billy himself seemed to be keeping it to himself but now I figure it was so he could pull this shit.

"Ah, (Y/N)." Billy calls from his place on the picnic table next to a few boys from the basket ball team as Steve and I walk to wards the school. "I was just talking about you."

I roll my eyes, squeezing Steve's hand as I continue to walk past, ignoring Billy. Steve however, come to a stop, turning with a glare to Billy who smirks triumphantly and my throat tightens.

"What the fuck do you want, Hargrove?" He spits.

"It doesn't concern you, Harrington." He says. "(Y/N), c'mere."

I sigh as I join Steve's side, hand on my hip and giving Billy a cold look.

"What?" I snap.

I watch, my heart racing anxiously as he hops off his seat on the table and comes forward, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and fiddling with one as he speaks.

"I was just telling the team about California." He explains, smirking at me. "About what I'd do in my spare time... you happened to come up."

"Could you politely fuck off?" Steve says.

"He doesn't do 'polite', Steve." I say. "We're going to be late to class."

"I don't recall you ever being so studious in Cali, (Y/N/N)."

"Billy..." I try to make it sound like a warning but my voice comes out as a plead.

"What?" Steve asks, hand slipping from mine. "You knew each other?"

"Oh, you didn't know, Harrington?" Billy scoffs. "Of course we knew each other- we knew a lot of each other if I recall correctly."

I tense as Steve turns to me, eyes wide and full of betrayal. My heart aches.

"What is he talking about?" He asks.

I bite my lip anxiously, trying to think of how I can say this.

"I even know of the freckle on her hip- have you noticed it?"

"Fuck off, Billy." I spit harshly.

"You slept with him, didn't you?" Steve gulps.

"We used to date." I admit.

He moves back from me and I want to cry.

"Why would you not tell me?" He ask angrily.

"I-I-" I stammer.

"How long for?" He moves on, eyes not able to meet mine. "How long did you date for?"

"On and off- five months maybe- I don't know but Steve-"

"You lied to me." He interrupts, his voice low with anger. "Why the fuck wouldn't you tell me?"

I go to explain again when Billy steps in.

"Calm down, Harrington." He laughs. "Just because you've got my sloppy seconds-"

There is a smack and Billy stumbles back, his cheek red where Steve's fist has connected to it.

"Fuck you." He snarls. "She's human being, dickwad."

My eyes widen at him, him defending me even though I've just broken his trust and I'm amazed by him for possibly the a hundredth time since I've gotten to know him. He truly is the best boyfriend I've ever had.

"You'll regret that." Billy growls, lunging at Steve.

I shriek as they both got tumbling to the ground, grunting as they both try to throw punches at each other.

"Stop!" I shout but neither listen.

Nothing I say gets them to stop swearing and fighting and a crowd forms around us. It's not until Jonathan Byers runs in and pulls Steve off of Billy that things calm down. Jonathan pulls him up to his feet with a grunt and I rush towards them, lifting my hand to push Steve hair out of his black eye when he pulls out of my touch.

"Don't fucking speak to me, (Y/N)." He spits.

He shrugs out of Jonathan's grasp and grabs his bag from the ground where he'd dumped it to lunge at Billy. The he's walking away from me and the crowd begins to dissipate. My eyes fill with tears.

"Are you okay, (Y/N)?" Jonathan asks.

I ignore him, moving toward Billy whose just pulled himself off the ground and I bring my own hand back before slapping it across his cheek.

"I hate you!" I cry. "What is wrong with you?"

He frowns at me as I begin to slam my fists against his chest, the thudding sound echos. I'm a mess, tears streaming down my cheeks ,

"I was finally happy." I spit. "Why do you always have to ruin that?"

This time it's me that Jonathan pulls away from Billy while I continue to hurl abuse at him. Jonathan turns me away from Billy before letting me go. I apologise to him and assure him I'm fine all through tears. He seems convinced and after checking to make sure Billy is gone, he makes his way into school.

I give Steve the whole to day to gather his thoughts and I meet him at his car at the end of the school day. I give him a sheepish look as he stops in his tracks at seeing me, glaring still.

"Can I explain?" I ask and he lets out a sigh, nodding.

"Get in, I guess."

I climb into the car with him and sit in silence for a second when he lets out a exasperated sigh.

"You know how badly that would hurt me after everything with Nancy."

"I know." I mumble. "I'm sorry."

I can feel the tears stinging my eyes again and I lift my legs and curl them into my chest, dropping my head onto my knees with a groan.

"I'm sorry." I repeat. "I just freaked when I saw him."

"Why wouldn't you just tell me, (Y/N)?" He sighs, sounding more upset than angry now. "Do you still have feelings for him?"

I hear him gulp as my head snaps back up and I stare at him with wide, teary eyes.

"No!"

"Well why else would you not tell me?" He asks.

"Because I didn't want you to think I'm just another one of those stupid girls that go out with Billy Hargrove." I sniffle, wiping my eyes of tears, only making way for more to fall. "I didn't want you to know I was stupid enough to actually think Billy cared about anyone other than himself!"

Steve jumps a little at the anger in my voice, eye brows raised in concern.

"He cheated on me god knows how many times and I kept making excuses for him and trying to convince myself he would get better and going back to him. Then he'd break my heart all over again." I explain. "I didn't need you to think I was so fucking stupid."

"You're not." He sighs, using his hand to push my knees down so he can see my tear stained face properly. "I'd never think you were stupid, (Y/N)."

His hand cups my cheek and he uses the pad of his thumb to swipe my tears away gently.

"I should have told you." I admit. "I just didn't want you to see me differently."

"You should have told me and I wouldn't have cared." He says softly.

"I don't have feelings for him- other than sheer rage." I hiccup. "Honestly, there isn't a world in which I would choose him over you, Steve... I love you."

He freezes and I think I may have ruined it completely. I've said it too soon and if my earlier antics haven't ruined our relationship, this, this has done it for sure. I feel more tears fall down my cheeks and he doesn't catch him.

Then, his other hand in cupping my cheek too and my face is being pulled towards his. Our lips crash together with an urgency I've never felt before and it takes me a moment to get over my shock to kiss back.

He pulls back, cheeks flushed and eyes as wide as they can be with one still badly bruised.

"I love you too." He gulps. "I'm sorry I should have asked if I could kiss you but I just- I love you too."

I let out a small, choked up giggle, shaking my head to assure him the kiss was okay.

"And I don't care about Billy." He assures, grin forming on his face as he flings his arms dismissively in the air. "Fuck him."

"Fuck him." I repeat with a laugh. "And thank you for defending my honour early even though you were pissed with me."

"Anything for you." He smiles.

Moving to Hawkins really has been worth it, if for nothing else, just for getting to fall for Steve Harrington.

#stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #billy hargrove x reader #steve harrington #scoop troop #scoop ahoy #st #st imagine #jonathan byers #steve #steve x reader #harrington x reader #stragner things imagines #st x readers #imagine

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thequeenofshebasays · 5 years ago

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Jonathan and Nancy are both still separated, they call each other every night missing each other too much and then one day he suddenly asks her to marry him (still on the phone)

(I know this isn’t where they moved to but I picked it Because for the sake of fanfic and until the show tells us where they moved to.... this is it) also it’s long and maybe not that well written and maybe not what you wanted!?

Here you go!

[[MORE]]

Spring of 1986 was upon them, some days, it didn’t feel very different from Hawkins. He worked a job in the small town, he went to school, kept to himself and came home to his family. it was routine and he was used to it by now. It was almost easy.

Accept it wasn’t Hawkins, it was a town in New York State. It was a massive change and in many ways the people felt the same as any small town. But it was interesting being in a place where no one knew you... no one even suspected what you could have been through.

There was an eagerness in him though, he’d be graduating soon, done with high school and onto... well he wasn’t quiet sure what he was going to do when it came to collage, not yet anyway.

The one thing he looked forward to, when he got home after work, school and life. After he said hello to Will and El and then gave his mom a quick kiss on the head while she was in the kitchen making dinner (if he got home early enough or she got home early enough) he’d make his way back to his room, toss his backpack onto the chair in the corner and settle against the headboard before he picked up the phone in his room and started to dial number he knew by heart.

It had cost a little more and he paid for the whole phone bill anyway, but it was worth it to have his own phone in his room, it was still a single line and El would on occasion pick up the other phone and interrupt his calls, but he didn’t mind.

He needed this.

Today had been a hard day at work, hard day at school. He couldn’t wait. There was always this mix of anxiety in his tummy when he called her. When he heard the rings, there was a worry she wouldn’t answer. And shockingly she’d never missed their dates. He usually called due to his job and his hours being all over the place, but she always picked up. he was oddly enough always around when she called him.

Fortunately this time wasn’t different.

“Hello,” her soft voice floated through the phone, he quickly dropped his head back against the wall and let out a soft sigh.

“Hello to you to.” he replied gently.

There was always some relief when he spoke to her, no matter their moods, she soothed him, made him feel whole.

“How was your day?” Nancy asked gently.

“Oh you know, work sucked, my boss decided to be real jerk today... his son, who also works there is lazy and an idiot... can’t do the job for nothing, but his dad always takes it out on me, as if I’m the one who’s supposed to fix everything he does.” Jonathan grumbled. This was a constant thing, but he was almost used to it by now.

“I’m sorry, he needs to fire his son... or can’t you fire him? Aren’t you the assistant manager?” Nancy asked, she said it a little proudly.

Jonathan chuckled, “yes, Jonathan Byers, assistant manager of Crowley’s Hardware Store... I’m a force to be reckoned with...” there was humor there, but that also reminded him that although his boss was a jerk. He did promote him and keep him around because he was good at his job.

“You are a force to be reckoned with,” Nancy replied softly.

Jonathan made a soft grunt into the phone, “how about your day?” He asked.

He could hear Nancy lick her lips, knew she was about to drop some bombshell on him. “Well I heard back from all of my schools... and I got into them,” Nancy only paused a moment to tell him this.

Jonathan felt a combination of anxiety, nervousness and excitement. “Wow, holy shit Nancy that’s... congrats... which one are you picking?” He asked.

Nancy took a deep breath. “Non of them.” Nancy replied.

Jonathan was frozen, he was first anticipating hearing her say she picked Florida State or something far abs weird like that... but this shocked him. “Wait... what?” He asked. This was confusing he thought she couldn’t wait to get out of Hawkins. “I thought you couldn’t wait to get outta there...”

“That’s still true! But I just can’t see myself going to college... not right now...” she said it softly.

Jonathan sat up more on the bed, “so you’re taking a break year?” He asked. He knew some did that, took a year to travel and figure stuff out before college.

Nancy sounded excited, “Yes, I already talked to my mom and then my dad and they were a little disappointed but I got my mom on my side, she understands.” Nancy said.

Jonathan smiled softly. “That’s amazing. It’s funny, I was thinking about doing that myself... work full time before... stuff like that.” He replied in sort of a fast murmur. There was a part of him worried, he wasn’t sure where he fit into her future plans anymore.

“Yeah I was thinking about a job or travel or something like that,” Nancy said.

Jonathan modded, But she couldn’t see him, “you’ll always be a phone call away.” He let it slip out.

There was a longer pause on her end and he wondered if he had said something wrong. he really didn’t know where he fit into her future plans. “I mean assuming you want to be, I understand if you want to be free or something while you travel, get your life sorted,” he said it all quickly.

“Jonathan,” she started to say, cutting him off, he was grateful she did, “I was thinking about moving to New York,” Nancy replied.

Jonathan was confused again, “city?” He asked.

Nancy laughed lightly, “maybe?”

“Oh that would be...” he didn’t know what it would be like, she’d be closer, well not half days long trip, he could see her more often, she could visit more often.

“Yeah it will be interesting, I’ve been looking up some jobs at the papers there, not New York Times but some magazines and some smaller papers.. And of course not journalism but jobs to get me in the door.” Nancy said.

Jonathan smiled, “That’s great Nancy, you’ll be running these places in a few months anyway.” He said gently.

Nancy paused again, “and I was thinking... if you wanted to, you could move in with me,” she said it with some hesitation.

Jonathan’s smile slipped from his face, “wow really?” He asked confused.

Nancy giggled, “Yes, why wouldn’t I? Of course I want you to live with me,” Nancy whispered softly.

Jonathan smiled and warmed up a lot, “id love to live with you... make you breakfast... and dinner... you can’t cook so I’ll be making all the meals,” he started to say in a teasing tone.

Nancy giggled, “hey now... I make a mean bowl of cereal.”

“You poured the milk in first once and I never let you make your own bowl of cereal again...” he teased.

Nancy was quiet and he knew she stuck her tongue out at him over the phone, “but aside from you cooking, it would be fun to live together I think,” Nancy replied.

“Yeah, I think so... I would... really like that.” he said and his kind started to race with imagined futures.

“We could get a cute little place, even just a studio, we’d work and live there and work... I guess there’s a lot of working involved,” Nancy said.

Jonathan laughed, “Yeah, hey we could have our parents over, the kids,” he said it fondly, getting used to the idea.

“Sounds like we’re married,” Nancy laughed slightly.

Jonathan’s heart sped up, “do you wanna?” he asked, wow that sounded dumb.

Nancy stopped laughing, “do I wanna... what?” She asked.

“Get married... do you want to,” he asked again.

He could hear Nancy breathing, but he waited, “I mean... yes I want to get married...” she replied.

Jonathan felt too warm, “I want to marry you, Nancy.” He said it as clearly as he could.

“Now?” Nancy asked, there was humor in her tone, but she also sounded nervous.

“No I mean... I want to marry you... when we can do that, whenever...” he mumbled softly.

“Jonathan, you’re so cute, I love you... yes I want to marry you whenever as well,” she sounded serious and sweet.

Jonathan relaxed, “that was the worst proposal ever,” he laughed slightly.

Nancy giggled, “I don’t know, I kinda liked it.” She replied.

Jonathan smiled, “I love you... can’t wait to see you in two weeks,” he whispered.

“I’m so excited about seeing you again, counting down the days,” she replied.

There was a pause and Jonathan didn’t want the conversion to end, “hey you said you’d finish telling me about happened with Janice P and Ricky from the basketball team,” he reminded her.

Nancy laughed, “you really want me to tell you more about the Hawkins high drama that’s going on?”

Jonathan shrugged, “better then any tv show, plus I get to listen to you talk,” Jonathan replied.

So Nancy proceeding to tell about the latest drama, and they forgot about the distance and moving in together and marriage for just a little bit.

#jancy #jancy fanfic

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onlyfangirlsunderstand-blog1 · 6 years ago

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The Football Game Pt. 2- Jonathan Byers Imagine

(Hey, it’s Jay. As requested by @10blurredsmoke10 , here’s a part two. Keep on requesting stuff and if you haven't read the 1st part then feel free to do so. I’ll link it down below. One last thing, I was wondering if anyone would be interested in an online story time because even though I’m not interesting, lots of weird shit has happened to me. Let me know and enjoy.)

Warnings: none, but unedited

Part One

“Tomorrow at five.”

The both of you had gone home after the game and fell onto your beds with smiles on your faces. You two were also nervous as hell about the next day.

While Jonathan was worrying about his mom embarrassing him or you not liking whatever he had planned, you worried about his mom not liking you or not knowing what to wear.

It took forever for both of you to fall asleep but that Saturday morning, you both woke up with an excited nervous knot in your stomach. Jonathan still didn’t have any ideas he thought were good enough so he went to the only woman he could trust: his mother.

It was almost one, but everyone had just gotten ready for the day except him. Joyce sat at the kitchen with Will and lunch sitting on the table as she sipped her coffee and watched her oldest son come into the room. “Will told me you have a date today.” She smiled brightly at him with an excited look in her eyes.

He mentally groaned and cursed himself for leaving his room before sitting next to her. “Yes, I have a date tonight-”

“Yay! My boys going on a date! Who is she?” She burst out with questions and eventually Jonathan got her to settle down.

“Mom...Mom...Mom! Y/N, it’s Y/N. She’s Nancy’s friend.” He said with a small smile.

“Nancy’s friend and your girlfriend.” Will teased him and laughed as Joyce got excited again.

“Girlfriend?!”

“No, not my girlfriend. Not yet.”

“Not yet?” He groaned and began to get up but Joyce stopped him. “Sorry, I’m happy for you. You’re all grown up and then you’re gonna go to college and get married and kids and-”

“Mom, calm down. It’s just a date. I don’t even know where to take her first. We’re gonna come back here and I’m gonna show her some mixes so please don’t overwhelm her like this.” He spoke nervously and she smiled at him.

“Okay, son. Just take her to the diner down the street. Then ice cream and back here. If you overdo it, it’ll make both of you more nervous.” Her voice was gentle and calming.

“But what if I’m the only nervous one?”

“I raised two beautiful young men and if a girl isn’t getting butterflies for one of them, then she’s not the one.” She got up and hugged her son before kissing his forehead and cleaning up. “Now go get yourself dressed and cleaned up."

He did just that, stressing about whether or not you were a nervous wreck like him. And you were, much to his unknowingness.

“Nancy, what if I don’t find anything.” You groaned on the phone with your friend and she laughed at your troubled self.

“Calm down, it’s not like you need to look over the top. Jonathan isn’t the type to care.” You sighed. Of course, he’s not. You knew that and that’s why you thought he was such a great guy.

“I know but we’ve only met like twice, not including the game. Not even met, more like stood there awkwardly before one of us left. I know him, but I don’t know him, Nance. What if he regrets knowing me?”

“You sound like a crazy person, Y/N. Just wear something you would wear out with me or to school. He’s gonna love knowing you, okay? Now go get ready and call me when you’re home.”

“Okay, bye Nancy.” You hung up and started to get ready as you would any other day but nicer. You wore high wasted light washed jeans and a black top tucked in and “Bowie” printed across the top in red. You left your hair natural and simple before putting something on your lashes and lips.

Hours passed and eventually, it was 4:57. You watched the clock since it was 3:30 and sat there, trying not to bite your white polished nails. What if he doesn’t show up or forgot? Oh no, what if he forgot-

Your thoughts were interrupted by the front doorbell. You tried not to make it seem like you just ran to the door (even though you did) as you opened it. Jonathan stood there in his all black with a jean jacket. His hair was in its messy state and he looked anxious but relaxed as he saw you there. You smiled at him and walked out, closing the door. “Hey, Jonathan.”

He smiled back at you and spoke. “Hey, Y/N. I like your shirt.” He ran a hand through his hair and laughed nervously.

“Thanks.” You spoke awkwardly before he cleared his throat.

“No problem. Uh, shall we then?” He said gesturing to his car.

“Oh! Yeah, yeah.” You both laughed as your face turned red and you walked over to his car. He opened the door and you thanked him before getting in.

He got in next to you and turned on his vehicle. “I was thinking dinner at the diner and then ice cream or something else if you don’t-”

You laughed and spoke up. “That sounds great, Jonathan.” The smile on your face calmed him down as he nodded and drove off. You listened as he played music through the speakers quietly.

You made small talk until you both got to the diner. You sat in a booth across from each other and got the menus.”What are you gonna get?” You asked him to break the silence.

“I’m not sure yet.” He was rather quiet and you could feel his leg shaking. He seemed so nervous and you didn’t know why.

“Why are you so nervous?” You asked him bluntly. His leg stopped and he looked up from his menu timidly. “It’s nothing bad I just want to know why you seem so on edge. I don’t bite, I promise.” The smile on your face matched your gentle voice.

“I...I just want to know why you being so...you would be here...with me.” You felt a frown grow on your face as he kept talking. “You’re this amazing and bright person who could be able to have anyone wrapped around your finger but you’re sitting here with me on a Saturday night. I don’t know why you chose me, but I just don’t want to mess this up.” He seemed so genuine with his tone of voice. It made you give him a look he didn’t understand.

“Jonathan Byers, I am here with you on a Saturday because you are one of the nicest people I have ever met. You are an amazing friend and older brother. You’re quiet but when you talk it is always in nothing but a kind way to everyone you surround yourself with. In fact, I can’t find a damn thing I don’t like about you and I find myself very lucky to have the option to choose you or be chosen by you.” You stayed in an assertive voice that made him give you a smile. “So now that we’ve got that outta the way, I’m getting a double cheeseburger with a milkshake. What about yourself?”

After that, you both laughed and spent the next hour eating and smiling. You both ended up driving back to his place by 6:30. When you got to the door of his house he stopped you. “I should give you a warning about my mom, she's a little-”

“Oh hey, Sweetie!” Joyce opened the door to the house with a bag of trash in her hand. “You must be Y/N! Sorry, I’ve got my hands all full here, but I’ve heard all good things about you from this one.” The joy on her face made you smile and blush slightly as she spoke. You laughed at Jonathan’s embarrassed, red face.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Ms. Byers. I’ve heard only great things, too.” You smiled and shook her free hand. She smiled at you and let you both in.

“Oh please, call me Joyce. He just went on and on this morning. I haven't seen him this nervous about something since he was a little kid. He could stop talking about-”

“Okay, I think she gets it, Mom. Please stop.” You and Joyce laughed as his face got brighter.

“Sorry, sorry. I’ll let you go. I’ve got to take this out anyway.” She smiled and motioned to the large bag in her hand.

“Here. I got that. I’ll be right back.” You felt your heart melt as he took the bag from his mom and walked outside.

She thanked him and smiled at you. “He did go on and on about this date.” Joyce laughed and moved the hair from her face. “I just think that you should know how excited he was and I hope he was nothing but a gentleman today.”

“Your son was amazing to go out with. You did a wonderful job with him and Will. They’re both such sweethearts.” The smile on her face brought a grin to her as she heard you talk. Her motherly instincts made something in her click. She knew you were special.

“If you stick around, I’ll feel free to embarrass him more.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it.”

Jonathan walked in as you two spoke and looked between you both. “No embarrassing stories?”

“Not yet.” You and Joyce said at the same time, making you both laugh and Jonathan groan.

Eventually, you both ended up listening to music on his bed. You talked for what felt like hours, but once it was over, it felt like minutes. At 10:00, he took you back home and walked you to your door.

“I had a really good time tonight, Y/N.” Jonathan looked at you with a very genuine smile printed on his face.

“I did too, Jonathan.” You returned his expression.

“Do you want to do it again, sometime?” His hand rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he glanced from his feet to your eyes.

“I would like that a lot.” You chuckled, keeping your eyes on him.

“Okay, cool.” You both smiled and stayed there smiling.

“I’ll see you later.”

“See you later...I’ll call you later or something.” He was nervous again, but you had no problem with that. “Goodnight.”

“Or something.” A laugh escaped from your lips. “Goodnight.” You kissed his cheek and walked into your house with a big smile.

His face was red and he walked back to his car, just as happy as you were. He laughed as he spoke quietly to himself.

“Or something.”

#jonathan byers #johnathan byers #jonathan byers imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #lucas sinclair #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler imagine #dustin henderson #joyce byers #will byers #chief hopper #jim hopper imagine #jim hopper

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oneshots-heaven · 7 years ago

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“Would you forget?“

To got your heart broken at a party is one of the worst kinds of heartbreak, and Steve Harrington just got to know that feeling.

Warning: swearing & underage drinking Steve Harrington x Reader Gif credit: (x)

The music was blasting through the filled living room of Tina’s house. People were dancing close to each other, holding their red plastic cups filled with alcohol in their hands. Ever since the eighth grade, Tina held the most amazing Halloween parties as everyone got too old to still go trick or treating. It was a shame if you missed her parties in general.

The others started slow dancing to the music of ‘The Police‘ as you excused yourself and walked over to the little buffet and bar that Tina had built in her kitchen.

You swung your hips to the beat of the music. Halloween was special in Hawkins as it was the only time where everyone truly had fun but after all what happened to that poor Byers boy, it felt wrong at first to even celebrate Halloween. You didn’t know why, it was just a weird feeling in your guts like something was still not right in your hometown. However, instead of worrying yourself the whole night, you still decided to come and enjoy the night, to be oblivious and just live your teenage life to its fullest.

Tina suddenly joined you, looking over the crowd of people in her house. Your parents would never allow that but her parents were kind of known to be… quite relaxed in such things. “Oh god, Y/N,“ she laughed while being obviously drunk, “have you seen that new boy? What’s his name again? B.. Bobby?“

You shook your head yet smiling you replied, “His name is Billy. I’m in the same history class as him.“

She laid her arm around your shoulders, pointing outside the big window where a smaller crowd of boys were standing around Billy, shouting his name with pride followed by cheers. “Isn’t he hot?“ Tina slurred in your ears.

“Doesn’t he have a shirt?“ you asked instead.

“Oh buh, Y/N, don’t you realize that that’s exactly what makes him so hot?“

Tina let go of you, trying her best to push herself up on the kitchen counter. You watched her ultimately fail doing it but she was giggling to herself. Good god, sometimes you forgot that drunk people were the funniest and most annoying at the same time.

She glanced over to you, frowning. “What’s up with Nancy Wheeler and your Steve?“

Your eyes widened slightly but you tried to cover it up, although you believed that she wouldn’t even get it. She was too drunk for that. “Tina, you know he’s not my Steve. He’s just Steve, without anything.“

“Yeah, but you liked him before Nancy even knew him. You’ve literally liked him all your life!“

“Steve and I are just friends, and we never were and will be anything other than that.“ you assured her.

The next second, things started to get confusing. Nancy and Steve appeared in the wrong moment while you were still talking with Tina but Steve was too invested to keep Nancy from drinking more. She was slurring her words, trying to dip her cup in the punch while Steve was trying to take it from her and then the punch landed straight onto her white shirt. Everyone stopped dancing and starred instead at the young couple.

“The hell,“ Nancy murmured, looking from her shirt over to her boyfriend before she turned around walking to the bathroom.

“Nanc,“ Steve tried to stop her to calm her down, yet she was already running away from him and like Steve was, he instantly followed her.

Your heart sank.

“See,“ Tina said as both went away, “if you were being honest, you would admit that there is trouble in the air. And I don’t believe it’s coming from Steve’s side.“

She left you alone in the opened kitchen with her words that confused you and on top of that, Eddie Money’s ‘Think I’m in Love‘ had to be blasted. Tina knew Steve and you ever since junior school. Somehow the three of you always had been befriended but it was different between Steve and you. Ever since year seven, he and you had been friends and got the other’s back. Perhaps it was the most pure platonic friendship you ever had in your life, right until high school came around and Steve decided to grow out his hair. He looked like one of those boys from the movies your mother liked to watch and it was weirdly fascinating for you to see how many girls suddenly paid attention to him. In some ways, you had always liked him but back then it felt different than what it felt like now.

It was inevitable that you would end up falling for him.

You frowned as you noticed Steve grabbing Jonathan Byers rather harshly by his shirt, almost yanking him to the side. He told Byers something quickly before he turned away from him, walking outside. In the same moment, your empty cup felt down on the kitchen counter as you followed him outside, pushing yourself through the crowd and past Jonathan. You had no idea what was going on but it had been a long time since you saw Steve like that.

The coldness from the ending fall season hit you as soon as you were out of the house, looking around for a second to find him again. He walked past Billy and all the other guys from your year, ignoring everyone who called after him and before you knew it, you were already following him again. You had to run in order to catch him.

“Harrington,“ you called after him but he didn’t listen. He just kept on walking straight toward his car.

“God dammit,“ you murmured under your breath before calling out again for him, “Steve!“

You slowed down as he stopped and turned around with his hands in the pockets of his black jacket and his sunglass hanging around the neckline of his shirt. At first, he seemed surprised that it was you who was calling after him but then his mood took over him again. “What do you want, Y/N?“ he questioned.

“What the hell happened?“

“I don’t want to talk about it.“ he answered, turned around and started walking again.

You sighed and started to run after him once again. There was no way in hell you would let him drive home like that. Even if you didn’t want to admit it because facing the truth hurt only more, you knew him still well enough. You knew what he was like when he was truly hurt and no matter what just happened between Nancy and him, it had hurt him. It had hurt him badly.

Steve’s hand was already on the handle of his car door, ready to open it up as you slammed it close, causing him to look up. “What the fuck do you want?“ he asked you again, this time more aggressive but his tone didn’t scare you. You knew his reactions all too well.

“Do you really believe I’m just going to let you drive now when obviously something fucked up happened between Nancy and you?“ you asked back with the same tone. He wouldn’t listen to you any other way.

Steve shook frowning his head. “Just leave me alone, Y/N. I’m not in the mood for talking.“

“I don’t care if you are in the mood to talk or not. You’re upset and you do stupid things when you’re upset and I don’t want to hear tomorrow that you crashed your goddamn car into the next crash barrier!“ your voice raised at him, until you realized how harsh you were being.

You pressed your lips together, looking around for a moment before you mumbled, “Just talk to me, Steve, to calm down. You know me. You can trust me.“

Steve let go of the handle to step back away from you. You couldn’t deny that that little move hurt you in the chest. “This isn’t about if I trust you or if I don’t. Yes, some fucked up shit just happened and I really don’t want to talk about it, can’t you get that?“

“No, in this moment I really can’t—“

Suddenly Steve groaned deeply, interrupted you within seconds, “Nancy doesn’t love me. She just thought that it might was the right time to break it to me. Are you happy now?“

Your hands clutched onto his car as your body stiffened, glancing speechless at your childhood friend. For the first time after years you saw him truly hurt. Steve Harrington wasn’t someone who got easily his heart broken and his head messed up but it only took minutes for Nancy Wheeler to destroy the boy you loved. And there it was again, the weird, empty feeling in your chest and the begging feeling in your lungs that screamed after air.

Tina was the one who broke it to you that Steve started dating Nancy. The whole day you had no idea what to feel or how to feel, what was right and what was wrong. You were so confused. Somehow, you were happy for him because he deserved it to be loved by someone and at the same time you hated Steve for running after that junior girl, instead of going for you. You were quick to realize that it always had been platonic between him and you. How on earth should he knew that his childhood friend might had feelings for him?

You felt a mixture of anger and frustration, and now… now you maybe should be happy to hear that Nancy didn’t love him but that was lie. Maybe it broke your heart just as much as his did. He didn’t deserve that, not after all what he had done for her and how hard he tried to be a good boyfriend for her. You weren’t angry, instead you felt sorry for him.

“She is drunk, Steve. She probably didn’t mean it.“ you managed to say but you knew that that wasn’t helping at all.

You gasped after air as Steve suddenly stepped closer to you. He couldn’t focus on what was happening. His body was trembling, while his hands shook so heavily that you instinctively grabbed them.

He shook his head, over and over again, pressing his lips together and blink the tears to stop himself from sobbing. “You don’t forget that you love someone when you’re drunk. Tell me, Y/N, you wouldn’t forget that you love me if you were drunk, would you?“

His words hit you harder than Tina’s. This felt more real than your conversation with her. It was easy to deny your feelings in front of her, it was easy to lie straight into her face to keep your feelings hidden and safe. But in front of Steve, you were vulnerable like never before. He knew you better than anyone else yet he never figured it out and still you believed that there was always a chance that someday he will.

You couldn’t lie to him.

You could never lie to him.

“No… no, I wouldn’t.“

Possible a second part if you want? — Here you go: Part Two!

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington oneshot #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things steve #stranger things oneshot #joe keery #joe keery x reader #joe keery imagine

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xbarrjallenx · 7 years ago

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Jealous

Pairing: Mike Wheeler x Reader

Request: “Omfg can i request a part 3 for "Chaising Pavements"?!?! Ahh part 2 was so amazing, im so sad and my heart broke into a million pieces! 😊😊❤ “

“please please please do a part 3 for chasing pavements/jessies girl!!! its so good oh my gosh”

“PART THREE FOR JESSIES GIRL PLZ OR SMTH LIKE THAT IT WAS SO GR8″

“OH MYGOD PLEASE PLEASE DO A PART THREE FOR CHASIG PAVEMENTS/JESSIE’S GIRL! I CANT STAND THE SUSPENSION! OMGGG IT WAS SO GOOD”

“3rd part please.... pleeeeeeease?????”

Summary: (Y/N) and Dustin sought for Nancy’s help to understand Mike’s actions, but he got worse and some important things slipped through his mouth.

Word count: 1.779

Posted: 25th of November 2017

A/N: OMG! Here’s the 3rd part of Charing Pavements and Jessie’s Girl, finally! I thank each one of you for the kind comments, I can’t believe that I got too many positive comments and you seriously made my day, motivating me even more on writing. Thank you so much.

I thought of ending it with part 3, but some of you requested some more Dustin Henderson x reader scenes and I had to make Mike jealous. I just love imagining him dying of jealousy. Anyway, if you want, I voluntarily will write part 4, probably the last part, so let me know. Thank you.

I hope you like it and enjoy! Comments are appreciated and welcomed.

- G. x

Links: Chasing Pavements (Part 1); Jessie’s Girl (Part 2); Can’t Fight This Feeling (Part 4)

Few days has passed since the Snow Ball, but you still couldn’t take Mike’s death and sorrowful glare off your head. You couldn’t understand why he would be grumpy and irked. He couldn’t be jealous, could he? And if ever, why would he? Mostly, when Eleven has already came back.

“Dustin, are you sure of this?” You asked him for the millionth time and you thanked him for being patient with you. You were so anxious and afraid of what might happen next, mostly when Mike could discover everything what you and Dustin were doing.

The group has planned to do another endless campaign of Dungeons and Dragons, but Will and Dustin decided not to as Eleven and Max kept on interrupting the game by asking explanations for every move that the party would make. Everyone in the group, except you and Dustin, offered a hand to teach the mechanics of the game to the girls. You, obviously, had a better thing to do with Dustin.

“Of course, (Y/N).” He nodded nonchalantly, lowering his voice so the boys wouldn’t hear your conversation. After all, they were still convinced that you were already in a relationship with Dustin. “Nancy knows how to make people feel better, maybe she knows why Mike is acting weird too.” You both stopped in front of Nancy’s bedroom door, slowly building your courage up before knocking.

“Dustin, Mike barely talked to us, you must be kidding if you think that he talked to his sister.” You rolled your eyes as Dustin took a deep breath.

You were both devastated as your best friend suddenly stopped talking to you, also because you didn’t do something bad to hurt him or make him angry. He has greeted you, but he was so cold and detached. Mike has never treated you in that way, he never did. He has always wanted to make you feel better, to see you with your widest smile on your face.

“You’re prettier when you smile, (Y/N).” He stated as he tucked your (Y/H/C) hair behind your ear. You flutter closed your eyes in happiness, feeling his lips on your forehead.

“Nancy?” Dustin knocked, gently shouting Nancy’s name to have her attention. Your eyes grew wide as you shook your thoughts off your head and you were about to run away, but Dustin grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly. “You are hurting, (Y/N), but let me help you. You can still conquer the boy of your dreams, okay?” He whispered in your ear, softening your gaze.

“Hey Dusty, (Y/N)!” She cheerfully greeted, pulling you both in a tight hug. Dustin quickly let go of your hand as he didn’t want for Nancy to tease him with you. That boy has got a crush on the young lady standing in front of you. “What’s up?”

“Uhh,” You nervously blurted out and Dustin smiled at you to encourage you. “I need some help.”

“Oh,” She warmly smiled. “advices on dating Dusty?” She winked at Dustin, but he just rolled his eyes. You shook your head and she quickly knitted her eyebrows together. “But the rumours had it and I thought that you are together.”

“We’ll explain it to you.” Dustin seriously stated. Nancy nodded and she invited you to enter her room, shutting and locking the door nonchalantly.

“So, what is everything about?” Nancy curiously asked, sitting on her study desk. Dustin invited you to sit beside him on the edge of Nancy’s double bed. You followed him as you roamed your eyes around the room, catching some interesting photographs and posters on the wall.

“We aren’t together.” Dustin explained, emphasizing his words. “The people thought that we are, because we hugged in the middle of the gym during the ball.”

“Oh,” Nancy sang as she got Dustin’s point. “so, what is your problem? How can I help you with it?”

“The problem is Mike Wheeler, your asshole brother.” Dustin blurted out. He rolled his eyes at the thought of his best friend. He was a little bitter, because he suddenly stopped talking to him, giving him death glares as he tried to make you, his closest best friend, feel better. He did nothing bad nor awful, on the contrary!

“What did Mike do?” Nancy asked as she let her legs hang from the desk, swaying them as she listened to you.

“I love him.” You shyly blurted out, feeling the heat on your cheeks. Dustin widely smiled, showing his beloved pearls, and teased you cheekily. You shook your head in disbelief and you rolled your eyes, because you couldn’t stand the embarrassment of the situation.

“Oh my God,” Nancy enthusiastically cheered, making you bounce on the bed in shock. You corrugated your forehead as you couldn’t understand if it was a compliment or not, so you sat there: puzzled. “Jonathan owes me and Steve twenty bucks.”

“What? You’re betting on me?” Your mouth opened agape and you elbowed your best friend as he kept on giggling under his breath.

“I’m sorry, but we can’t help but do it. I can totally see in your eyes that you liked Mike.” She nodded, defending the fact that the teen adults made some bet on you and Mike. You shrugged your shoulders as Eleven came into your mind, sighing as the pain penetrated your already shattered heart.

“He likes Eleven.” Dustin murmured, almost silently. Nancy’s smile suddenly fell back as she heard his brother’s secret. “But the thing that I don’t understand is why did he just stop on talking to me or (Y/N). I did nothing but dance with her during the ball.”

“Hmm,” She brought the back of her hand under her chin to think and she sighed since she couldn’t think of the right answer. “have you talked to him?”

“No, he is detached and it seemed like he kept on pushing me away.” You honestly answered. You bit your lower lip, trying to halt your tears from glossing your eyes. “And, if ever, I don’t know what to tell him.”

“Oh,” She nodded, leaving the desk and stood in front of you instead. “I think that the guy is jealous. I know that you are his closest best friend, sometimes he would share to the family your moments together, sometimes your problems too. He would always be proud of himself whenever he would make you feel good. Maybe he’s just jealous and afraid that he might lose you.”

“I don’t know, Nancy.” You were perplexed and you gave her a confused look. “Sometimes, I just want to tell him that I love him, even though I know that it isn’t requited. Maybe I would feel better if I let everything out.” You vented, Dustin was just listening at your statements. Sometimes he would look at you, sometimes he would look at Nancy to understand the situation.

“You’d like to let everything out?” Nancy sadly smiled, thinking of a way how to help you. You stare at her while waiting for her answer, you watched her walk back and forth, trying her best to think of something. “Aha, I got it!” She happily exclaimed.

“What is it?” You raised an eyebrow as you carefully listened to Nancy.

“You pretend that Dustin is Mike and you tell him everything, as in everything.” She convincingly said in a lower tone. You glanced at Dustin and he smiled at you in response. “You’re going to practice and, whenever you’re ready, you talk to Mike. Is that okay?”

“Okay.” You shortly answered. You unleashed a long and heavy sigh, readying yourself. It wasn’t the same to have Dustin in front of you, of course, but maybe he could help you to make things easier.

“Whenever you’re ready.” Nancy encouraged you as if she was a director of some sort of film.

“Dustin,” You started, turning towards Dustin’s direction. You imagined having Mike in front of you, even though you pronounced Dustin’s name. You thought that calling Dustin by his best friend’s name was disrespectful. “I-I like you, no! I-I love you! It has been years since I started loving you, but I never had the courage to confess my feelings for you. I don’t know, maybe because I thought that we were just best friends or something like that and best friends don’t usually love each other, I mean in a romantic way.” Dustin nodded to encourage you to go on with your speech. He didn’t know that you stopped because you heard some footsteps outside the room.

“Just go on!” Dustin gently ordered with a smile. He was really willing to help you, also because he didn’t want to see you hurting anymore.

You nodded and took a long breath. “I didn’t even know what love was, but then El has arrived and my-“

You suddenly stopped when you heard a loud bang outside of Nancy’s room, jumping a little bit on the bed. Your eyes grew wide, afraid that someone has heard your confession.

“What the hell, Mike?” Nancy twisted her door knob, went out of the room and forcefully opened Mike’s room. You and Dustin looked at each other and followed Nancy, slowly walking, almost tip-toeing. “What’s your problem?”

You peaked through his doorway and your heart dropped as you saw his tears slowly streaming down his face. Dustin looked at you and you looked at Dustin, you were both puzzled, confused.

“Fuck off, Nancy!” He pushed her sister away, wiping his tears furiously.

“Mike!” You restrained him from pushing people away and treating them in a rude way. He wasn’t the Mike that you used to know and you kept on saying that you knew him well, but you didn’t even know why he was acting up in that way.

“(Y/N), just go away, okay? You do nothing but give me heartbreak and misery!” He fearlessly spat the words as if they were venom in his mouth. Your tears found their way through your eyes and your chest tightened, his words weighing in your chest. Dustin quickly hugged you, rubbing your back as you sobbed against his neck, knowing how hurt you were.

“What the hell, Mike?” Dustin defended you as he yelled at his friend. “Stop being a dick!”

Mike noisily sobbed and hardly sniffed, letting his hot tears to wet his red cheeks. “You know what, (Y/N)? It’s hard for me to say this, but,” He paused, terribly trembling as he took all of his courage out. He didn’t mind Dustin, but the scene of Dustin hugging you broke his heart even more, wishing that it was him. “I love you and I’m jealous of the way you’re happy without me!”

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tozierswheelers · 7 years ago

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halloween [s.h.]

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Request: Could you maybe do a stranger things Steve imagine when you go with Billy to the Halloween party (even though you hate him) to get Steve jealous?

Warning: Billy Hargrove being a dick.

(this is the longest thing I've ever written tbh)

“Come and get sheet-faced,” you snorted, reading the words off the paper that Jonathan had just handed to you. “As tempting as that sounds, no thanks. I’ll be at home, binging on candy bars and watching whatever crappy horror movies come on the TV.”

Nancy whined slightly, grasping your arm. “(Y/N) please. Just join us for that one night.”

You shook your head, gently shaking Nancy off. “Nope. You kids have fun. I’ll stay at home, it’ll be fun.”

“I heard Steve is thinking about asking you to go,” Nancy sing-songed into your ear, causing your face to heat up.

Jonathan smirked, slinging his arm over your shoulder as you started to walk. “It’s true.”

You hesitated slightly, slowing down. “I’ll think about it okay?”

Jonathan fist-pumped the air as Nancy let out a slight cheer. You rolled your eyes, smiling fondly at your friends’ antics as you turned the corner, only to stop in your tracks.

There, standing in front of you, was Steve Harrington. He was holding a bouquet of...were those candy bars? and smiling as Stacy threw her arms around him. You looked up at Jonathan and smiled tightly. “So much for him asking me to the dance huh?”

Nancy’s mouth was open in shock as you slipped out from Jonathan’s arm and walked off, watching the scene in front of her play out and wincing at Stacy’s loud voice.

The crowd gathered around Steve and Stacy dispersed quickly, and Jonathan & Nancy made their way towards them.

“I can’t wait to go with you Steve!” Stacy exclaimed. “Pick me up at 7 okay?”

Pressing a kiss to his cheek, Stacy bounced away, looking down at the candy bouquet in slight dismay.

“What the hell was that?” Jonathan asked as Steve turned to them.

“I though you were asking (Y/N) to the party,” Nancy spoke quietly.

Steve looked after your retreating form, bewildered. “I am! Or I guess I was. I was waiting in front of her locker but I guess Stacy thought I was waiting for her. You gotta help me guys.”

Jonathan grimaced slightly. “I think you messed up. Badly. (Y/N) didn’t look very happy when she walked away.”

“You don’t think I could tell?” Steve exclaimed. “Stacy just happened to appear at the wrong place at the wrong time and now, I probably messed up any chance I had with (Y/N)!”

Nancy and Jonathan frowned as Steve marched away.

“We have to help him Jon.”

“Yeah, we do.”

You sighed softly as you opened your locker, exchanging your books for the ones that you needed. You closed your locker and twirled, ready to go to class, when you bumped into something hard.

Your books went flying everywhere and you gasped as you dropped to your knees, muttering apologies as you scrambled to gather your things. You heard a slight chuckle as you stood up and you couldn’t help but flush.

Your blush only deepened when you realized who you had bumped into.

Billy Hargrove. The new kid.

You gulped slightly, glancing up at his wide smile. You smiled tightly at him as you apologized once more and walked away from him, heading to class.

“Hey wait up!”

Your cursed softly as Billy caught up with you, smoothly taking your books from you as he walked alongside you. “Let me help you with those.”

“Thanks Billy,” you spoke quietly.

“Listen, now that I know that you’re not Harrington’s little galpal, I was wondering if you wanted to go to Tina’s party with me?”

“What?” you asked in disbelief. Billy Hargrove had never shown any interest in you.

“I’m asking you out (L/N). Now that I know that King Steve is not your man, I want to take you out,” Billy spoke smoothly, leaning against the wall as you approached your next class.

You glanced inside the room, locking eyes with Steve. He glanced at you and tilted his head towards Billy, silently asking what was going on.

“You aren’t together, are you?” Billy’s voice broke through your silent conversation. “I thought I saw him asking Stacy to the party.”

You took a deep breath and turned back to Billy. “No, we aren’t together. And yes, I’d love to go with you.”

“Great. I’ll pick you up at eight,” Billy leaned down. “Wear something...nice.”

With a wink and a smirk, Billy handed you your books and walked off.

You stood there in silence. Yeah, Billy Hargrove was a prick and always antagonized Steve, but it wasn’t like Steve was going to ask you out. Besides, you couldn’t deny that Billy had a great ass.

You bit your lip slightly as you watched him walk away before slinking into class and taking your seat near the front, ignoring Steve’s questioning gaze.

“Hey (Y/N),” you heard Jonathan’s voice behind you.

You turned away from your locker and faced the couple.

“So,” Nancy began. “I know that today didn't play out the way any of us wanted it to, but I was hoping that you’d-”

“Don’t worry Nance,” you cut her off. “I’m still going to Tina’s party.“

“Really?” Jonathan and Nancy chorused.

You couldn’t help but smirk as Billy walked by, shooting you a wink. “Yeah, someone asked me out and I said yes.”

Jonathan and Nancy followed your gaze, eyes widening when they saw Billy.

“You’re going with Billy?’ Nancy hissed. You nodded.

“Why?” Jonathan questioned.

“Listen guys, he asked and I said yes,” you replied. “Shouldn’t you guys just be happy I’m going?”

“Steve is not going to like this,” Jonathan muttered as you walked off. Nancy nodded in agreement.

Together the couple walked out to the parking lot, where Steve was waiting or them, leaning against his car.

“Well?” he asked impatiently as they approached him. “Is she going to Tina’s?”

Nancy and Jonathan exchanged uneasy glances.

“Yeah,” Nancy spoke softly. “She’s going to the party.“

“Great,” Steve spoke, smiling widely as he thought of the various ways to blow off Stacy and spend time with you.

“She’s going with Billy,” Jonathan added quietly.

The couple stared in silence as Steve’s smile faltered and he averted his gaze.

“Oh,” he whispered, looking down at the ground. “Well I should get going. See you guys tonight.”

As he hopped into his car and drove off, Nancy and Jonathan exchanged worried glances, concerned about the way that the evening would play out.

You shivered slightly as you slid into Billy’s car, nodding gratefully as he cranked up the heat.

You noticed Billy staring at you out of the corner of your eye and bit your lip slightly.

Billy looked you up and down appreciatively, nodding slightly as he smirked. “Nice costume.”

You looked at him the same way, noticing the way that his shirt was almost completely unbuttoned. “Nice shirt.”

Billy laughed loudly as his car roared to life. “Trust me princess, you haven’t seen the best part yet.”

You were still blushing by the time that you arrived at Tina’s. Billy exited the car before walking over to your side and opening the door for you. He leaned down as you stepped outside. “You do look really nice in that outfit by the way.”

You simply smiled and winked before walking up the pathway. Billy quickly caught up and fell into step next to you, placing his hand on your back.

As you walked into the outdoor patio, you could feel the shocked gazes and hear the quiet whispers of everyone observing you.

“I thought she and Steve were dating.”

“I heard that she and Billy are!”

“I guess her and Steve aren’t best friends anymore.”

You swallowed uneasily as you reached the front door, squealing slightly as Tommy popped out of nowhere. “Billy my man! C’mon there’s a keg waiting out here with your name on it.”

You had buried your face in Billy’s chest when Tommy had pooped out, and Billy’s arm was resting comfortably around your waist. When you finally looked up, you noticed Tommy’s face twist into a sneer.

“Oh, (Y/N), I didn’t see you,” Tommy drawled before turning to Billy. “I can’t believe you came with Steve’s bitch. You have balls dude.”

As Tommy cackled, you felt the anger rise up in you. Stepping away from Billy, you spoke calmly.

“Tommy? That’s you. I’m sorry I got so terrified by that monster mask you’re wearing,” you took a step closer to him, gingerly poking his cheek. “Oh shit! My bad, that’s just your face. How tragic.”

Tommy took a threatening step forwards before Billy interrupted. “Ok dude. Let’s go check out that keg.”

As Tommy glared and walked away, Billy pulled you in. “Try not to get into any trouble while I’m gone, okay princess?”

“No promises,” you chuckled humorlessly, walking towards the door.

“Here let me g-get that for you,” a voice stuttered behind you, reaching forwards and opening the door.

“Thanks,” you smiled, looking up only to lock eyes with Steve.

You stood in silence for a few seconds before Steve cleared his throat.

“Uh, I really like your costume. Lana right?” Steve smiled cheekily.

You nodded in response as you looked him over, blushing when you realized who he had dressed up as. “I see you came as Joel.”

Steve chuckled softly before leaning down. “You look amazing (Y/N).”

You kept your gaze down as you stepped inside, quickly making your way towards the kitchen. Steve followed quietly, wanting to make sure that nothing happened to you.

You took a cup from the counter, dipping it into the large punch bowl and bringing it up to your lips. You were stopped by Steve, who had grasped the cup himself and poured the contents back into the bowl.

“Steve, what the hell?” you asked, slightly peeved off because of what he had done.

“Careful (Y/N),” Steve murmured, dangerously close to you. “Are you sure you should be drinking that? It’s pure fuel.”

You looked up at him and smirked, a blush making its was across Steve’s face as you glanced at his lips.

“I’m a big girl Steve,” you whispered. “I’m sure I can handle it.”

Steve’s eyes lit up and he opened his mouth, no doubt to make a cheeky remark, when you were suddenly pushed away.

“Steve!” you heard someone shriek. Stacy.

Steve stumbled back as Stacy launched herself at him, embracing him tightly. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

You regained your balance quickly and reached for the empty plastic cup next to you, dunking it in the bowl once more and downing the contents.

Steve’s eyes widened at your actions, slightly (very) impressed with the way that you didn’t flinch at all as the alcohol burned down your throat.

“You look so good. Just like Tom Cruise,” Stacy exclaimed, glancing at you as she took Steve’s hand.

Steve kept staring as you refilled your cup and downed it once more, before looking up and smiling. “Well, it was nice catching up with you Steve. I should really be looking for Billy.”

“No need,” the blue-eyed boy spoke, coming up behind you.

Steve glared at Billy as his arm wrapped snugly around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You couldn’t help but gasp at the action, nibbling your bottom lip slightly as you realized that his shirt had come off sometime during the brief time you had been there.

Steve’s eyes hardened at the sight of Billy, who, upon noticing, simply smirked and pulled you closer. You felt yourself flush at the close contact. Your hands pressed against Billy’s (admittedly) toned chest.

As you noticed Steve staring at you, you couldn’t help the small spark of satisfaction that flared up within you.

Steve was jealous.

You smiled to yourself and wrapped your arms around Billy’s neck, bringing him down to your level.

“Wanna go dance?” you whispered.

Billy’s eyes widened momentarily before he nodded, leading the way.

Steve clenched his jaw before picking up a drink, downing it, and slamming the empty container back on the counter.

“C’mon Stacy,” he muttered, grabbing her hand. “Let’s dance.”

Nancy nudged Jonathan as Steve walked by them, fuming. Together, the couple got some drinks and sat back, patiently waiting to see the night play out.

When Billy first started kissing you, you didn’t mind. Hell, you responded immediately, knowing Steve was watching.

But when Billy’s hands trailed below your waist, you knew what you were doing was wrong. You shoved Billy back, eyes widening in shock as you pulled your skirt down, anxious now that Billy had ruined the semi-peaceful atmosphere that had surrounded you two.

“What the hell (Y/N)?” Billy hissed, placing his hands on your waist. You immediately slapped them away.

“Stop Billy,” you muttered, not looking at him.

“C’mon. We were having fun,” Billy taunted, leaning down once again.

You panicked slightly and rushed backwards, only stopping when you felt a hand gently grasp your arm.

“Is there a problem here?” you heard Steve ask calmly.

Billy scoffed and stepped closer to Steve. “How about you go back to your little slut and leave me alone with mine?”

You responded immediately, your hand coming up to slap Billy’s face, causing a loud smack that caught everybody's attention. Billy glared at you, taking a threatening step forwards in your direction.

Steve smoothly pulled you behind him, stepping forwards and meeting Billy’s gaze. Billy chuckled darkly before turning to the crowd.

“Gather around everybody,” Billy spit out. “Come see King Steve try to protect his bitch.”

You flinched slightly at Billy’s words before quietly tugging at Steve’s hand. “Please. Let’s just go.”

Hearing your quiet whisper, Steve looked down and nodded, making his way towards the entrance. He was stopped however, when Billy made yet another comment.

“Take a grand look everybody,” he spoke loudly. “King Steve can’t even make his own decisions anymore.”

Steve’s jaw tensed, and you reached up, cupping his cheek as you stared at Billy. “Don’t listen to him Stevie. Please. He’s just trying to rile you up.”

Steve looked down at you, his eyes softening. He wordlessly wrapped his arm around you and kept walking, leaving the party with you in his arms.

“And there goes King Steve. I’m in charge now.”

The ride to your house was silent, the soft sounds of The Cure floating through the stereo. As Steve pulled into your driveway, you glanced at him shyly, getting out and thanking him quickly before making your way up the walkway.

“Why’d you go with him?”

Steve’s voice stopped you immediately, and you couldn’t find it in you to turn and face him.

“What do you mean?” you asked, your voice wavering slightly.

“Why’d you go with him? With Billy? You know how much of an asshole he is and yet, you still went with him,” Steve’s voice grew closer as he approached you.

You gulped slightly as Steve came to stand in front of you.

“You knew he was a bad person (Y/N),” he continued. “Out of everybody that you could’ve gone with, why’d you choose him?”

You swallowed harshly as you replied. “He was the only one who asked Steve.”

Steve’s gaze hardened as you looked up at him. “I didn’t know what to do. I had already told Nancy and Jonathan I was going to that stupid party so as soon as Billy asked, I said yes.”

“Do you know how much I want to be with you?” Steve asked, leaning in slightly. “I wish it had been me dancing with you, not Billy. It should’ve been me.”

“But it wasn’t, was it?” you asked quietly. “I actually believed Nancy when she said you wanted to ask me out. It was the only reason I ever agreed to go to that dumb party. Are you kidding me? I could’ve stayed home all night eating candy, but no! Instead, there I was, being groped by Billy Hargrove like some kind of-”

Your words were cut off as Steve cupped your cheeks, leaning down and planting his lips on yours. You stood there, shocked as Steve Harrington kissed you.

Steve Harrington was kissing you.

You stared at Steve as he pulled back. “I was going to. Ask you, I mean. I was going to ask you to go with me to Tina’s dumb party but Stacy got to me first and assumed that I was asking her. When I saw Billy kissing you I got so angry. I regretted not asking you out earlier.”

You stared at Steve for a few moments.

“You are an idiot Steve Harrington.”

You pulled him down into another kiss, this one slow and soft and better than anything you had ever imagined.

“I really really like you,” Steve whispered as you pulled away slightly.

“I really really like you too,” you replied softly.

Nancy made her way into the girl’s bathroom, slightly worried after the events from Tina’s party. She hadn’t heard from you since and was growing more worried with every passing minute, not knowing what had happened after you left.

As she approached the stalls, Nancy averted her eyes. In one corner was a couple, the girl pressed up against the wall as she ran her hands through the boy’s hair, said boy who was currently trailing kisses down her exposed neck.

As Nancy entered a stall, she doubled back, noticing a very familiar pair of sneakers on the girl’s person.

“(Y/N)?” Nancy gasped, causing the couple to spring apart quickly.

In front of her was you and Steve, lips swollen and hair (and clothes) askew, panting slightly from the rush that came with being caught.

“Nance?” you exclaimed, fixing your shirt. “It’s not what it looks like!”

Your protest fell on deaf ears, seeing as how Nancy had already made her way out of the bathroom, a huge grin on her face.

“You think she’s gonna tell Jonathan?” Steve asked, a cheeky smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around you.

You threw your head back and groaned lightly. “Jonathan? More like the entire school!”

“Good,” Steve murmured. “At least its not a secret anymore.”

As Steve pressed his lips against yours once more, you couldn’t help but agree completely.

Tags: @delicrieux, @broken-pieces

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that-terrible-writer · 7 years ago

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You Never Know

I literally had to go to my phone’s hotspot just to get this gif. I like that I also promised more writing but a friend came up from Osaka to see me and we went to get some of the new GU Sailor Moon collection. So, I am terribly sorry that you have this sad piece and not more Steve in your life.

Also, thank you again for the messages. Still, mean everything to me!

Part 6

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Requested: ‘so here's the thing: i was just looking for gifs and stuff of my babe steve and i found "you never know" AND i just loved so much??? i didnt see that coming omg i'm suffering for steve, the reader and i wanna punch billy aaaa if i can ask, can you add me to your tag list? i just dont wanna miss the next chapter and sorry if i said something wrong my english is not the best but i try. also you're an amazing writer ;)’

‘I’m so happy I came across your account. You write for the stranger things characters so well! I feel like those are situations and things that the characters would actually say!! Keep up the great work!!!’

‘You Never Know is absolutely wonderful. <3 <3 I've been in bed with the flu for a few weeks and its been great to read.’

‘you never know is fucking amazing you could drag it on for fifty chapters and I’d read all of it’

"This is the other girl?" Nancy had asked while the both of you stared at the wall. The four of you chose to skip the rest of the day, to retrieve back into the Wheeler's basement to discuss further about Eight or rather: Kal. Steve thought it would be better to talk about it without Mike and the rest of the Scooby Doo gang around to dispute on what to do. Nancy bit her thumb, tapping her foot as she grew worried, "Is she―" Nancy turned to look at you but her eyes would dart back to look at the clippings, "Is she like Eleven?"

"Kind of. She has a different power apparently." You answered, looking back at Nancy but your eyes wondered a little to look at Steve while he talked to Jonathan. "She can mess with people's minds and make them see what's not there." You pointed to Eleven's drawing of Kal and her apparent group of misfits, "She has a gang, where they have been going around killing those who worked for Hawkin's."

"Is she going to come here?" Nancy asked, "Can she find people? Channel them?"

You shook your head, "No. She used Eleven to locate one guy. That's when Eleven left Kal to come back here." You pressed your lips together, crossing your arms, "Mike wants to find her―"

"No way!" Nancy yelled, surprising you. You held one hand up to stop her instantly.

"If you let me finish," You sassed her. You waved your hand for her to see you motioned to Steve, "Steve and I shut that idea down real quick. Once we learned what she has done, we weren't going to let them pursue it or even go near her." You explained, trying to give her some piece of mind. Nancy gave you a small pout but that changed to a sigh of relief. Her eyes flickered to yours, having a hint of curiosity to them.

"Speaking of you and Steve," She trailed off, having a small smile appear, deciding that now was the best time to be mischievous to you. You walked up close to her, pointing your finger at her chest.

"Nancy, shut up." You harshly whispered. Your heart began to race with just the mention of Steve's name, shutting your eyes to calm yourself down; you had to finally admit that your little crush on Steve was growing more into a problem. Nancy grabbed your hand, pulling it down to your side.

"Relax, you can like him." She assured you. You shook your head a little, taken back from her statement, "I'm perfectly fine if you two date."

"No, no, no." You said rather quickly, "There's nothing between the two of us." You explained.

"That's not what it looked like at school." Nancy couldn't help but smile bigger, "Steve was very worked up about Billy."

"That's what friends do." You mumbled, narrowing your eyes at Nancy, "Unlike you just standing there."

"Hey, Billy's a scary person," Nancy said in defense. You ran your hands through your hair, pacing―circling―in place. You bit your bottom lip, you covered your mouth with your hands: shaking your head lightly. Your eyes soften, looking back towards Nancy.

"I have to go explain myself to him," You stated. You went over to the sofa, grabbing your backpack. Steve had looked over after picking up what you just said. He was baffled at the words that had come right out of your mouth. He felt his anger build up just thinking about what Billy had done to you. Before you reached for the doorknob, Steve had grabbed your wrist: just like this morning.

"You can't be for real, Y/N," He doubted but when you remained silent, it gave him the answer that he didn't want to hear. Steve took a deep breath, still holding onto to you, "What he did to you at school, there's no reason to say sorry when it wasn't your fault!" Steve yelled. You furrowed your brows together, a little pissed at Steve.

"I didn't ask for your help, Steve!" You barked back, trying to rip your wrist away from him; trying to take control of this, now, argument.

"Because you were doing such a swell job handling it?" Steve eagerly snapped back, lightly pulling you closer to him. You glared at him, not standing down from his harsh words, seeing either a passion of anger from him or some other kind of emotion. It was getting more and more difficult trying to figure him out.

"Well, how would you feel if the girl you liked wore another guy's sweater?" You shouted back.

"I don't have that issue!" Steve yelled.

"Really?" You mumbled, a mocking smile coming across your face, "You would have no issue at all? That's a load of shit." A chuckle left after you spewed your last word.

"No," Steve's grip got loose, releasing you from his hold, "Because the girl I love is wearing my sweater!" His eyes turned immediately soft as he confessed those words to you. He realized what he had said and there was no going back. He didn't regret it. He wanted to say those words to you and it had felt that a ton of bricks had left him; making him feel as light as ever, floating on a cloud. You felt your eyes widening, the heat rushing to your cheeks as your mouth began to hang open. Steve couldn't stop staring at you, rubbing his mouth with his hand while the other rested on his hip. "Say something," He weakly got out, "Please."

"Come on, my parents aren't home." You heard a faint voice: Mike's voice. You, Jonathan, and Nancy looked up to the basement door. The door opening revealing Mike and his gang at the top of it. Mike locked eyes with his sister, "Why aren't you at school?" He questioned.

"Why aren't you?" Nancy asked, crossing her arm, glaring at her younger brother. Mike rushed downstairs, pointing at the wall.

"We were going to talk about Eight." He explained, only to have his sister shake her head: rejecting his idea. "This is none of your business anyway!" Mike turned his attention to look at both you and Steve. Mike pointed his finger, shaking it at you then at Steve, "You told her!"

You glanced over at Steve to see that he never drew his attention away from you. Both his hands rested on his hips, pressing his lips together, refusing to say anything. He was interrupted at the worst time. Telling you how he felt, wanting to hear you saying the same thing back to him but that is what he worried; that he was dreaming this entire scenario. Giving himself too much hope and that he would be crush to see you running back to Billy. You looked back at Mike, putting both your hands up, "She had the right to know." You calmly said.

"No, she didn't!" Mike lightly shoved you. It caused Steve to move from his spot, he stepped in between the two of you, pushing Mike away from you.

"Cool it, Wheeler!" Steve yelled. Steve looked over at the rest of the kids, puffing his chest out: taking charge, "If you want to go looking for Eight, you need more people to help you. If anything, we need to tell Cheif Hopper this." Steve layed out.

“We can take care of her on our own!” Lucas shouted.

“Yeah, that’s a ‘no’.” Steve rebuttled.

"No!" Eleven quickly interjected. She looked scared, shaking her head, "He can't know." Her voice shook, she brought her hands up clutching to her chest as she grew worried, being on the verge of tears.

"You're worried Eight will hurt Hopper." Jonathan figured out. Eleven nodded her head, shutting her eyes as she tried to draw away from that thought. "El, we need to warn him about Eight. She's a dangerous person."

"He's right," Nancy agreed, walking over to Eleven. Nancy rested her hands on El's arms, giving them a rub as she smiled to El, "Hopper is a strong man. He has fought off demodogs and the upside down; he can handle Eight."

Dustin looked over at Steve, narrowing his eyes at the senior, "What's with you two?" He asked, his voice hinted with curiosity. He noticed how close Steve had gotten towards you and you had noticed it. You immediately took a few steps back away from Steve which caused him to turn to look at you. His eyes changed from the softness to a hint of pain that you would react that way.

"I―I should head home." You stuttered, trying to shake the feeling of nervousness away.

"I'll drive you," Steve offered. His voice perked up making your heart to go back to that unrealistic rate. Your mind was filled with just thoughts about Steve, nothing couldn't be clearer that you just needed to go with him.

"Dustin!" Your mouth had another idea though. You turned to look at Dustin, who looked at you bewildered. "Time to go!" The moment you said that you shut your eyes, annoyed that your mind just couldn't stop thinking differently than your heart.

"What―" Dustin let out but you added another.

"Let's go!" You yelled. You caused Dustin to stir around a bit in fear with your tone, rushing out the door to head to Steve's car. You readjusted your bag over your shoulder, looking at Nancy, "I'll call you later to talk about," You quickly took a chance to look at Steve but it was foiled when you saw that he was already looking at you, confused by your recent actions, "Our Halloween costumes." You seemed pleased with the excuse you came up with, giving yourself a small smile.

"Yeah, totally." Nancy smiled back at you, already putting every piece of the puzzle together like the Nancy Drew that she was.

You walked out of the Wheeler's basement to head to Steve's car as you saw Dustin peek out of the door. You had stopped walking, giving yourself a deep breath to at least tell Steve an answer. When you turned, you were taken back at how close Steve had gotten to you. You placed your hand up, lightly having it shaking due to your nerves coming back. You felt the blush returning to your cheeks, your mouth getting dry, "Ste―Steve," You had to play it cool, you were trying your best to. You glanced up to see Steve looking down at you, smiling at you.

"Y/N," He cooly said. His eyes were filled with love which just made you more disoriented with your thoughts. The feeling that your stomach was giving you felt like you were just on a roller coaster, giving you those drops that felt scary but nice all at the same time.

"I―I," You tried to collect your words, your thoughts, together. Trying to think before you spoke, "I still have to talk to Billy." You confessed. Rather then Steve being upset hearing that coming from you, he had to ask you one thing. He wanted at least a hint that he had the best shot with you. That he didn't just risk everything he had with you.

"To end it?" He hoped.

"I don't know." You answered.

Steve never knew how powerful three words would be until he heard yours, causing his heart to stop in fear.

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