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skepsiss · 7 months ago

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For the @steddiesummerexchange to @stevesjockstrap!

Batter Up: Chapter 3 of 5

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Rated: Explicit

Summary: This fluffy story is about Baseball Player Steve Harrington, meeting Rock Star Eddie Munson and the whirlwind 1-week romance turned committed relationship. They're instantly obsessed with one another, but neither knows how to take things to the next level. Enjoy Steve being a love-sick idiot! (The story turns explicit in Chapter 4, other chapters are all fluff).

They're officially on their date! Steve is for sure putting on the cheesy moves and it is 100% working on Eddie.

Read Chapter 3 below, or [read it on Ao3]

Big thank you to @thefreakandthehair for beta reading for me and helping me with my NBA terms!

Graphic made by me!

“I didn’t know what to wear,” Eddie confessed as he got out of his black SUV. Any other time, Steve would have smiled and told the person he was with not to worry about it. He was used to having friends who didn’t know a thing about sports, and the fact that they had zero concept of what to wear to the batting cages wasn’t that strange. Any other time, Steve would do that. This time, he couldn’t do anything other than stare.

Eddie looked bashful, but that only added to the pie as he stood there with lily-white skin, covered head to toe in tattoos for the world to see. Lots of skin. He was wearing cut-off jeans so short, Steve wouldn’t be surprised if Eddie told him the last time he had worn them was 1983. Cut off jeans, and a baggy T-shirt that was so badly moth-eaten that it had to be on purpose. You could see through to his ribs in places, exposing yet more tattoos to the sunny, Indiana day.

Eddie’s driver pulled away and left him standing there, looking more like a kid being dropped off for his first day of school than a hot date. But— no, that wasn’t correct. Eddie looked fucking divine, and there was nothing kid-like about him other than his air of sheepishness. “It’s… fine,” Steve swallowed, trying to look Eddie in the face and being met with his own reflection in Eddie’s shades. He even had his hair tied back in a messy bun, and Steve might have needed to sit down for a moment if he kept looking.

He peeled his gaze away instead, looking down at the bag of baseballs he was holding at his feet. It gave him something to do as he tried to wipe his mind clean. “I brought some extra gloves,” Steve offered, taking the spare pair out of his back pocket and somewhat blindly tossing them in Eddie’s direction. Eddie scrambled to try and catch the gloves, seemingly flinching back and cupping his hands at the same time. It was awkward as hell and it did something devilish to Steve’s stomach. He was a dead man. He was a dead-fucking-man.

“Do you have to wear gloves?” Eddie asked, as Steve slung the ball bag over his shoulder and indicated for Eddie to follow him. “No, it’s just easier on your hands. No, uh, palm calluses and stuff,” Steve explained as he heard Eddie huff a laugh behind him. He half turned to glance at the other, noting that he had his hand up and one of the gloves pulled over his fingers. “Well, they definitely don’t fit,” Eddie replied, sounding amused as he waggled his hands in Steve’s direction.

“Oh,” Steve said simply, staring for half a beat and then turning around again to hide any hint of a flush. “Oh…” Eddie repeated back to him, his tone sounding a touch playful in that flirtatious way. It made Steve’s back prickle, and he tried not to get too caught up in the idea of that so he wouldn’t get lost in a fantasy before they even made it to the cage.

“We have chalk, we’ll just use that,” he explained, opening the chain-link door to the batting cage and letting them in. “Everyone have the day off?” Eddie asked, clicking the door shut behind him as he followed Steve. “No, we just have the hour booked,” Steve explained, dropping the bag with a heavy thud and steeling himself before turning to look at Eddie again. Eddie was a hair taller than him and looked completely lost standing there. It was beyond cute, and Steve noted that he hadn’t been this excited to just practice batting in a long time. It was like he was a teenager again. He needed to get a hold of himself so he could move things along. “You’ll probably have to take these off,” Steve indicated, taking half a step forward and carefully taking Eddie’s sunglasses off. He tried to flash a charming smile, but Eddie just stared at him owlishly as Steve carefully folded the sunglasses and handed them back to him. “R… right,” Eddie replied, pulling in a breath as he accepted the glasses. “Don’t want to get smashed… in the face.” “No, that would be a shame,” Steve said, trying to sound confident and complimentary. Eddie laughed a bit in response, and Steve turned away to chew his lip at how utterly adorable and awkward that was. “You’ll be wearing a helmet, so it should be okay.” “I have to wear a helmet? Won’t, uh, my hair…” Eddie half asked, waffling as Steve busied himself by loading the balls into the pitching machine. “Yeah, actually, turn around. I’ll fix it for you,” Steve offered, clapping his hands against his thighs to get rid of any dirt before turning back to face Eddie. He was staring at him still, and Steve made a little spinning motion with his finger before Eddie turned abruptly, so his back was to him. “We’ll take it real slow,” Steve offered, intent on using this as an opportunity to flirt. “You can watch me a few times if you’d like, just get a feel for it.” “Alright…” Eddie replied quietly as Steve carefully untied his hair and finger-combed it out. “You can watch a bit, and I’ll slow the machine way down so you can have a go. You ever held a baseball bat before?” Steve asked, carefully gathering Eddie’s hair and tying it into a loose ponytail at the back of his neck. Eddie’s hair was a bit dry, but Steve had to admit that it felt nice to be handling longer hair like this. Maybe he was just fantasizing, but he wouldn’t mind doing Eddie’s hair for him if he asked. “Uh… if I have, it wasn’t to play baseball,” Eddie replied cryptically, and Steve paused as he processed that. “What?” He asked, chuckling a bit as he let go of Eddie’s hair, to smile stupidly at him. It didn’t really matter if he understood or not, because Eddie simply glanced over his shoulder and floored him with a single look. He was grinning, and he looked so cheeky that Steve wasn’t sure how to respond. It was like he had awoken some kind of devil from his slumber, as Eddie’s lips curled and his eyes creased with an impish joy. “I’ll tell you about it another time,” Eddie offered, turning and backing away so he could lean against the cage wall.

“Sure,” Steve replied a little too earnestly, his brain just excited at the prospect of there being ‘another time’.

Steve brushed past that and flicked the machine on before indicating for Eddie to follow him to the outside again. “It can get a little loud,” Steve explained as he picked up his helmet and donned his gloves. “I’m a metal musician, I can handle loud,” Eddie confirmed as he leaned forward against one of the bars outside of the cage while Steve selected his bat. “Right…” he breathed a bit lamely, testing the weight of each bat as if it mattered, the pitching machine thumping and spitting out the balls behind him. “It’s all timed,” Steve continued, trying to brush past his own nervousness. “It'll be slower for you so you can get a handle on it, but it’s just steady intervals, nothing fancy.”

“Are you known for your batting?” Eddie asked as Steve got into the cage and waited to step up to the plate. “Some people say that…” Steve breathed, not even needing to try to sound confident, as Eddie set him up for the perfect line. Steve’s bat cracked loudly as he swung and launched the pitch into the canvas at the far side of the cage. Despite the warning, Steve heard Eddie gasp at the impact, and he couldn’t help the smug smile that spread across his face. “It’s all in the hips,” Steve explained, re-centering as he readied himself for another pitch. “You plant your back leg, twist your hips, and— follow through.” Steve swung again, hitting this ball a little late and sending it into the corner of the cage. It would have been a foul in an actual game, but Steve wasn’t here to actually practice, and somehow he doubted Eddie would know the difference. “I think I flunked every gym class I ever attended,” Eddie lamented, and Steve glanced over at him. He was standing with his elbow propped up and his chin in his hand as he leaned forward like he was a rancher watching his pasture. “I think I’ll… study your swing a bit more,” Eddie mused, sounding calmer than he had a few moments ago. Steve just laughed and held the bat up, preparing himself for another swing.

“Suit yourself. Won’t judge you for being the scholarly type,” Steve teased, hitting another ball and just letting himself focus on his sport. He batted a few more times, trying his best to exaggerate his form for Eddie’s viewing pleasure, before eventually stepping away from the plate and back toward the door. “You want to give it a try?” He asked, leaning up against the fence and talking to Eddie through the chain-link. “Uh… I’m pretty good with just watching,” Eddie waffled, smiling despite Steve noting that he had started to fidget. “Come on, it’s fun. I’ll reset the machine.” He flashed Eddie a charming smile before scooping up a few balls and walking back over to the pitching machine. He reset it as he indicated, and slowed the pitch down as much as possible before heading back to Eddie.

“Helmet,” he said, giving Eddie an extra one and watching him hesitate to take it.

“I’ll go in with you, don’t worry,” Steve teased ever so gently, and waited for Eddie to put the helmet on before opening the door to the cage for him. “I feel like an idiot,” Eddie sighed, wobbling his head and then knocking on the side of the helmet with his fist. “You look fine,” Steve laughed, touching Eddie’s arm and handing him the bat. “You look way—” Eddie started, before yelping as a ball whizzed past him. “Jesus Christ, that scared me!” Steve snorted loudly and covered his mouth, turning away to hide how utterly fucking charmed he was by Eddie’s overall demeanour. “Shut up!” Eddie chastised, but he didn’t sound that upset, more just embarrassed. “I’m not used to this crap, you knucklehead!” Steve chewed his lip, trying his best not to reveal how big he was smiling. This was totally not Eddie’s scene, and his wardrobe, body language, and attitude screamed that. Steve had never considered that he would positively adore a guy who seemed like his polar opposite.

“Don’t be an ass,” Eddie grouched, jabbing Steve in the thigh with the bat before Steve finally composed himself and turned around. “Sorry, sorry, it was just… quite the reaction,” Steve explained, before approaching Eddie. “Here, I’ll show you how to stand.” Steve was shameless as he approached Eddie and took his hips, turning him so he was facing the right direction. “Push your shoe in,” Steve said softly, stretching down Eddie’s leg and touching his knee so he’d plant the right foot. “Okay, lift your arms up, bend like this.” Steve went through the motions of taking Eddie’s forearms and lifting them, noting that Eddie felt stiff and awkward in his hold. He was being obvious with the flirtation, but Eddie hadn’t complained yet. “Wrists loose, but upper arms stiff,” Steve instructed, talking in Eddie’s ear as he leaned over his shoulder. Steve was looking at the pitching machine, but he could tell that Eddie wasn’t paying attention to anything but him right now. “Just keep your eyes on the prize,” Steve mused, letting go of the bat but not pulling back from Eddie very far. Silence followed the action, and Steve eyed Eddie’s unconventional body language. He was watching Steve, even though he was in something of a batting stance, his eyes hooded.

Another ball whizzed over the plate, and Eddie yelped a second time, stumbling back and away from the batting box. “You’re supposed to hit it!” Steve said, laughing again as he smiled broadly at the musician. “How the fuck am I supposed to do that?” Eddie yelled, his face moulting with blotchy red patches. “Just swing, just swing,” Steve repeated, taking another step back to give Eddie space. “Get into your stance, and swing.” Eddie huffed and seemed to angrily step up to the plate before lifting the bat. His stance was all wrong, but Steve kept his mouth shut as he watched him, taking the beat to admire Eddie from behind. Eddie swung with a grunt and actually managed to make contact with the ball, but he had no follow-through. The ball struck the bat noisily, sending noticeable shockwaves up Eddie’s arms, before knocking the instrument out of his grasp.

The bat clattered to the ground loudly, and Eddie yelled before backing away from the plate. “Ow! Fuck!” he shouted, shaking his hands out and backing directly into Steve. “Not too bad,” Steve lied, catching Eddie by the shoulders. “You’ve got to finish the swing, though.” “Is it supposed to hurt?” Eddie asked incredulously, frowning as he looked over his shoulder at Steve. He looked adorable like that, so Steve pulled a bit of a face to tease him. “Let me see,” he joked, but took Eddie’s hands anyway, helping him turn.

Eddie moved willingly and didn’t increase the space between them at all as Steve lifted his hands and looked at them. He made a point of considering them before looking at Eddie, who seemed transfixed by his actions. “I think you’ll survive,” Steve said easily. He hesitated for a moment as he stared at Eddie, watching his dark eyes and how puppy-dogish he looked gazing back at him. Steve had been thinking about Eddie all week, there was no way around that, and he had been kicking himself at the end of every one of those interactions for not just kissing him. Eddie was the first guy he was certain he was attracted to and actually wanted to pursue, but he couldn’t help how that tied knots in his stomach. It was nerve-wracking to make the first move, but he knew he’d regret it if he let his opportunity slip away again.

Steve kept eye contact as he lifted Eddie’s hands again, kissing both sets of knuckles before lowering them. He wanted to say something clever at the end, but that felt secondary as he watched Eddie’s gaze dart across his expression. They were locked in this quiet, powerful moment, and Steve felt as if he had lost his tongue with the romantic swell in the air. It felt almost magical. Eddie seemed to miss the memo, as Steve felt him pull his hands away before he was instantly ripping off his helmet and tipped Steve’s headwear to the ground, too. It was almost shocking how quickly Eddie moved, and Steve was hardly able to make a noise before Eddie’s fingers were in his hair and his mouth was against Steve’s lips. Steve stumbled backward as Eddie advanced on him, pushing him up against the wall of the batting cage. Demanding and rough, it didn’t take much more for Steve to tangle his fingers into Eddie’s hair and open his mouth for the musician to kiss him fully. Jesus, it was hot, and Steve didn’t care at all that Eddie tasted like cigarettes and chewing gum. He kissed back earnestly and was rewarded with Eddie groaning loudly into his mouth. “Fucking hell, Steve,” Eddie growled, and Steve felt a shiver roll up his spine. He kissed him again, but this kiss was much softer as Eddie pressed in close. “Take me home… you’re fucking… unreal.” Steve swallowed at that comment, breathing against Eddie’s lips as Eddie finally opened his eyes lazily and they stared at one another.

“Yeah, I—” Steve tried, catching his breath as he let one of his hands drop to Eddie’s waist, just to touch. “I want to— I want to, I just… I sort of have to… clean up before we go. This is, like, the team’s space and— I have to leave it tidy.” Eddie blinked at him, obviously a bit surprised by that answer, as another ball thwacked into the wall behind him.

He glanced at the pitching machine and then back at Steve, processing before letting go of him. “Oh, uh, yeah, of course,” he replied, obviously not sure what to say. “No, but like, really,” Steve breathed, laughing awkwardly as he trailed after Eddie a bit. “Like, I really want to. And I will— if— if you’ll let me. If this didn’t totally… kill it for you.” Eddie just sort of stared at him, and Steve pushed forward on impulse to peck Eddie on the lips, not wanting to move away. “This— I’m not finished, I swear. Just give me a minute,” Steve indicated, backing away from him as he started to hastily pick up balls and move toward the door. That appeared to work, and Eddie smiled at him before he covered his mouth with the back of his hand and looked away. It seemed like he was trying to hold back a laugh—a good-natured one at that.

If Steve’s idiocy was charming to him, he didn’t have anything to complain about. “Promise,” Steve drawled, walking around the outside of the cage and back to the pitching machine. “Yeah, okay,” Eddie chuckled, reaching down to pick up the bat. “I can wait a little longer.”

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whoisshel · 1 year ago

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The Spy

pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader (are we starting to hint at some steve???)

word count: 4630

tw: swearing

previous part

It was dark out now as Steve drove the three of them to Dustin's house. During the drive, Dustin explained everything to Steve and you, and as the story went on you became more nervous with how much certain details sounded like what happened last year. You were against going with Jonathan and Nancy because you didn’t want to get roped into the same events and have to deal with your feelings that you buried deep down, but now you got dragged along. If the kids were involved, you knew you would go along with it too.

After Dustin explained everything, they sat in silence as you and Steve took in everything. Steve looked at you through the rearview mirror and could see the worry on your face as you chewed your lip. “Wait a sec. How big?”

“First it was like that.” Dustin held up his hand to demonstrate the size with his fingers. He then held up both hands to show how much it grew. “Now he’s like this.”

“I swear to God, man, it’s just some lizard, okay?” Steve tried to rationalize not only for himself but for you too. Looking through the mirror at you again, Steve could see that you were a little more relieved from his statement.

“Yeah, it could be.” You theorized, your eyes growing big as you tried to think of other possible reasons for what this could be. “I mean, dogs grow that fast, don’t they? What if it’s just a new breed of lizards, or whatever?”

“It’s not a lizard.” Dustin grew irritated at their dismissal of what he was saying.

“How do you know?”

“How do I know if it’s not?”

“How do you know it’s not just a lizard?”

“Because its face opened up and he ate my cat,” Dustin stated matter-of-factly.

You gasped, more at the cat being eaten part, “Oh my god.”

Steve just nodded, he couldn’t question his way out of that, they were just going to have to deal with this.

Steve pulled up to Dustin's driveway and parked the car before the three of them got out and walked back to the trunk. Steve flung his keys at Dustin as he grabbed the bat with nails out of the trunk. He slammed his trunk shut and they walked over to Dustin’s cellar doors. They stood there waiting for something to happen in the basement, but they didn’t hear anything.

“I don’t hear shit,” Steve said, standing over the doors with the bat in one hand and flashlight in the other.

“He’s in there.”

Steve lightly tapped the door with the bat, and when nothing happened again he hit the doors harder this time. When nothing happened again, he turned to face Dustin and you pointing the flashlight in Dustin's face. “All right, listen, kid. I swear, if this is some sort of Halloween prank, you’re dead.”

“It’s not,” Dustin mumbled, his eyes closed from being blinded. “It’s not a prank. Get it out of my face.”

You walked over to Steve, pushing his hand down so Dustin could see, turning to look at Dustin you asked, “You got a key for this thing? We’ll just check it out ourselves ‘cause it doesn’t seem like there's anything down there.”

Once Dustin came back with the key, Steve opened the doors as you stood behind him with your knife now out in case anything did happen. Dustin walked over pointing the flashlight down in the cellar so they could get a better look, and still they saw nothing.

“Let me see that.” Steve grabbed the flashlight and pointed it around to look at different spots.

“He must be further down there,” Dustin said, keeping his eyes trained on the cellar. “I’ll stay up here in case he tries to escape.”

You nodded at the idea. “Yeah, I’ll stay with him since, you know, I have a weapon.”

Steve just stared up at them in disbelief, he looked back down and let out a loud sigh. You and Dustin stood there, watching Steve walk down the stairs.

It wasn’t too long after, but for Dustin and you, it felt like forever. The two looked at each other with worry, then Dustin nodded at the stairs telling you to go down and look. You just shook your head and nodded for him to do it, and Dustin did it right back.

You let out a loud sigh like Steve did before taking slow steps closer to the cellar. “Steve? Steve, you okay? What's going on?”

After a few seconds of hearing nothing back, you took the first couple of steps down. Once you got three steps down, Steve popped out of nowhere scaring the two. “Get down here.”

Getting down the cellar, they could now see that Steve was holding something gross and slimy on the end of his bat.

“Ew, gross, is that it’s old skin?” You cringed in repulse at the sight.

“Oh shit,” Dustin grumbled, knowing exactly what that meant. Steve then pointed the flashlight over to a hole in the cellar's brick wall. “Oh, shit!”

The three of them crouched in front of the hole, seeing that it looked like it went on forever. Which also meant that finding the creature now was going to be way harder.

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The next day, the three had come up with a plan to try and lure D’art, Dustin's name for the mini Demogorgon, to the junkyard. They are parked near the train tracks, digging through the trunk of Steve’s car to prepare for their trap, when Dustin takes a few steps away talking through the headset he has for his walkie-talkie.

You gag a little as you pull out a bucket of meat from the trunk and set it next to the other two. “Ugh, this is disgusting.”

“What, are you a vegetarian?” Steve looks up at you from his crouched position as he tries to fit the bat into a tiny backpack.

“I might be after this.” You grumble as you use the back of the glove to try and get your hair out of your face. “I wish I had a hair tie.”

“Oh, I have one.” Steve stands up and puts the backpack on. He takes off the glove on his right hand to show a hair tie.

You scrunch your face, “Why do you have a hair tie?”

“I have a lot of hair,” Steve states like it’s obvious. Which it is, so you just nod your head in understanding. You go to carefully take your gloves off, but Steve stops you from doing so. “Here, let me.”

“Oh, okay.” You are a bit surprised at that, but allow him to do so anyway. Steve takes off his other glove and hands them to you. He goes behind you and starts to softly pull all your hair together, he does it so gently that it causes a shiver to run down your spine. Once he finishes putting your hair up, Steve stands back in front of you, a little bit closer this time. “Thank you.”

“It’s no problem,” Steve replies a bit quieter, he then realizes how close they’re standing and takes a step back. He walks over to the car and slams the trunk shut as Dustin finishes up talking to Lucas. “All right, let's go.”

“Just be there stat, over and out,” Dustin says one last thing to Lucas as they start their walk to the junkyard.

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The three have been walking on the old train tracks for a while now dropping the raw meat from their buckets in hopes of finding D’art. As they are walking, you and Steve find out that Dustin kept D’art to impress a girl that he has a crush on. You thought it was kind of a cute story, but didn’t think D’art would’ve impressed her; more like grossed her out.

“All right, so let me get this straight.” Steve starts to reiterate Dustin's story while also criticizing him for doing something that was honestly a bit reckless. “You kept something you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a girl who… who you just met?”

“All right, that’s grossly oversimplifying things.”

You shake your head, frowning a bit even though the boys couldn’t see it since you were walking behind them. “No, no, that’s exactly what you just told us.”

“Thank you, Y/N.” Steve gives a quick look over his shoulder before he turns back to face ahead where Dustin is walking. “I mean, why would a girl like some nasty slug anyway.”

“An interdimensional slug? Because it’s awesome.” Dustin tries to stick up for his actions once again.

“Well, even if she thought it was cool, which she didn’t, I-I just, I don’t know. I just feel like you’re trying way too hard.”

“Well, not everyone can have your perfect hair, all right?” Dustin mumbles, a little upset now.

“It’s not about the hair, man.” Steve tries to reassure Dustin, but as he continues talking, he comes off as a complete douchebag. “The key with girls is just…just acting like you don’t care.”

“Even if you do?”

“Yeah, exactly. It drives them nuts.”

After listening to the idiot try and explain girls to the young and impressionable, you step forward with a look of ‘what the fuck’ and interrupts the conversation. “That is the complete opposite of how to impress a girl. Don’t listen to him, Dustin, I’ve been in a relationship for three years now, and Steve can hardly keep them around-”

“Ouch-”

“-My boyfriend impressed me by being extremely nice and funny. The funny part is key, girls love that.”

“Then what?” Dustin asks both of them. Steve takes it as a win and sticks his tongue out at you, who in return, flips him off.

Steve ignores it and turns back to Dustin, “You just wait until, uh, until you feel it.”

“Feel what?”

“It’s like before it’s gonna storm, you know? You can’t see it, but you can feel it, like this, uh…” Steve tries to find the right word. You become worried about what he’s about to say to a kid. “...Electricity, you know?”

“Oh, like in the electromagnetic field when the clouds in the atmosphere-” This kid was too smart for his own good.

“No, no, no, no, no. Like a, like a sexual electricity.” And there it is, that’s what you were scared Steve was going to say.

“Steve, don’t.”

“Oh.” Is all Dustin is able to say.

“You feel that and then you make your move.”

“So that’s when you kiss her?”

“Oh god, no!” You shout with a mix of disgust and surprise that Dustin would say that.

“No, whoa, whoa. Slow down, Romeo.” Steve also tries to stop him from thinking he should do that.

“Sorry.”

“Sure, okay, some girls, yeah, they want you to be aggressive. You know, strong, hot, and heavy, like a, I don’t know, like a lion. But others, you gotta be slow, you gotta be stealthy, like a ninja.”

“What type are you, Y/N?” Dustin looks over his shoulder to ask you and also takes in the disgusted look you have, but assumes it’s from the raw meat.

“Uh, I’m my own type, as are many women.” You tried to Dustin to hear more than just Steve’s horrible version of “wooing” women. “I like to see how the guy really acts, and I make my own move because it’s not always up to the guy. Sometimes women like to do their own thing.”

“Hmm, I see.” Dustin takes in what you say and seems to really consider it. He turns back to Steve to ask a similar question, “What type is Nancy?”

“Nancy’s different. She’s different from other girls.” Steve softens a bit from the question. You notice that he sounds a bit hurt.

“Yeah, she seems pretty special, I guess.”

“Yeah, yeah, she is.”

“But this girl's special, too, you know.” Dustin sounds like he really likes this girl, which you find very adorable. “It’s just, like, something about her.”

Steve however does not think it’s adorable and stops them from walking any further to stop Dustin from going any further than a crush. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey.”

“What?”

“You’re not falling in love with this, are you?”

“Uh, no, no.” Dustin hesitated, not knowing how to answer that.

“Okay, good. Don’t.” Steve glares at Dustin, then starts walking again.

“I won’t.”

“She’s only gonna break your heart, and you’re way too young for that shit.” Steve keeps his head to the ground.

“Steve’s right, he could say it a little nicer, but what he means is that you’re too young to be in love in general. Wait to do that until you’re just a bit older” You try to explain what Steve said in a better way for a kid to understand. You get where he’s coming from though, after everything Nancy said to him and then finding out that she and Jonathan skipped together. You still feel bad for keeping what they're doing a secret from Steve but know that it’s best if you do.

Steve looks down at Dustin and sees that he looks a bit upset from everything the two teens have said, so he tries to cheer him up even though he knows you’re going to give him shit for it. “Fabergé.”

“What?” Dustin asks, not knowing what that was or why Steve said it out of the blue.

“It’s Fabergé Organics,” Steve said, pointing at his hair. “Use the shampoo and conditioner, and when your hair’s damp- It’s not wet, okay? When it’s damp, you do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray.”

“Farrah Fawcett, spray?” Dustin chuckles and you are dying laughing in the background.

“Yeah, Farrah Fawcett.” Steve stops them again, pointing a finger at Dustin and talking in a lower voice, “You tell anyone I just told you that and your ass is grass. You’re dead, Henderson. You understand?”

“Yup.”

Once you have calmed down a little, you get closer to where Dustin and Steve are standing and look at Steve with a giant smile on your face and some tears from how hard you were laughing. “I knew it! You always had the same faint smell as my mom and she loves Farrah Fawcett!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Steve rolled his eyes and started walking to hide the faint smile that started appearing.

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You let out a sigh of relief once you saw the junkyard in sight. You didn’t know if you were more happy to be done walking or throwing raw meat. The sigh may have come too soon though, because now they had a lot of work to be done to prepare for D’art.

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, this will do.” Steve said, taking in the sight of the junkyard. Steve started walking away, still mumbling, “This will do just fine. Good call, dude.”

You patted Dustin’s back, seeing the happy smile on his face. They both started walking after Steve, dropping some more meat. Once they made it to the middle of the junkyard, they dropped the rest of the meat into a pile on the ground.

“I said medium-well!” The three turned their heads to see Lucas and a redhead girl across the junkyard.

“Who’s that?” Steve asked Dustin, while the two kids walked over to them.

Steve and you looked back at Dustin when he didn’t give a reply. They both saw him still looking towards the girl with an upset look on his face. You looked over to Steve, who turned to face you, both of you realizing this is the girl Dustin had a crush on.

Without saying anything, Dustin walked over to Lucas and pulled him aside to talk. As they ducked behind a car, the other three got to work finding as much junk as they could to block off the bus they were going to hide in.

Steve and you looked over at each other exhausted and annoyed that the two boys weren’t doing anything. Walking over to them, Steve banged the metal chair he was carrying against the car the boys were leaning against spooking them.

“Hey, dickheads!” Steve shouted at them, “How come the ones helping me out is this random girl and Y/N?”

“We lose light in 40 minutes, let’s go children,” You said, as you and Steve started to walk away. You then turned back to face the boys who started walking behind them, but not fast enough. So you started clapping at them to go faster. “Let’s go, I said!”

“All right, assholes, God!”

“Okay! Stupid.”

The boys shouted after them complaining as they started hustling. You chuckled to yourself, finding their name-calling funny in their childish voices.

They all got to work, moving as fast as they could to set the junkyard up for their trap. You were moving stuff around as Steve moved behind you pouring gasoline on the ground. As you were moving the junk, you found a ladder that would work great to get to the top of the bus easier.

The sun was now setting and it was getting darker out now; but luckily, they had finished setting the bus up to protect them. They each stepped into the bus and Steve closed it once they were all in. You sat down looking over towards Steve with a worried look knowing there was no going back now. Steve gave you a look of reassurance sitting across from you.

It was now completely dark out and becoming very foggy, and to say they were bored was an understatement. Lucas went to the roof of the bus to be on lookout, while the rest stayed inside the bus trying to entertain themselves. Steve kept flicking the light while you just picked at your nails and Dustin paced the short amount he could of the bus.

“So you really fought one of these things before?” Max asked, breaking the silence. Steve just gave her a nod before she continued to ask questions not totally believing everyone’s story. “And you’re, like, totally, 100% sure it wasn’t a bear?”

“Shit, don’t be an idiot, Okay? It wasn’t a bear.” Dustin replied, quite rudely. You looked up at him furrowing your eyebrows, surprised by how rude he was being. “Why are you even here if you don’t believe us? Just go home.”

Max looked equally as shocked shaking her head, she stood up to climb up the ladder. “Geesh, someone’s cranky. Past your bedtime?”

“That’s good, just show her you don’t care.” Steve complimented Dustin’s rudeness, making you look over at him confused.

“I don’t,” Dustin said plainly, shrugging his shoulders. Steve gave Dustin a wink before going back to flicking the lighter. “Why are you winking, Steve? Stop.”

“That was not good, at all. You were a complete dick to her.” You were baffled by their behavior. “What the hell is wrong with you two?”

You and Steve were bickering back and forth when a loud roar sounded nearby. You hurried over to where Steve was sitting to look out the window over his shoulder.

“Do you see him?” Dustin asked them

“No,” Steve said, not taking his eyes away from the outside where the thing could come from any moment.

“Lucas, what’s going on?”

“Hold on!” Lucas shouted from the top of the bus, “I’ve got eyes! Ten o’clock! Ten o’clock!”

“Look,” You pointed a finger in the distance at the creature you saw coming from the fog. “There.”

“What’s he doing?”

“I don’t know.” Steve shook his head at Dustin's question as they watched it just stand there. “He’s not taking the bait. Why is he not taking the bait?”

“Maybe he’s not hungry.” Dustin thought, causing a shiver of fear to go down your spine at what he might want instead.

“Maybe he’s sick of cow.”

You moved out of Steve’s way as he backed away from the window. Looking over at him, you see the look on his face that you have come to realize means he has a stupid idea. When Steve turned his head to look back at you, you shook your head with wide eyes to try and communicate that he shouldn’t do what he was thinking. Steve just turns and walks towards the bus door.

“Steve? Steve, what are you doing?” Dustin called after him, noticing him walking towards the door.

You grab Steve’s hand to stop him, “Steve, don’t do this, please.”

“I’ve got to do this,” Steve said, looking deep into your begging eyes. Taking his hand from yours, he picks up his bat and then hands over the lighter. “Just get ready.”

You pass the lighter to Dustin and follow after Steve. Steve reaches to open the door but stops himself once he sees you behind him. “What are you doing?”

“If you’re going out there then so am I.” You force yourself to sound as confident as you can, knowing you are about to do something incredibly stupid. You couldn’t let Steve do this all alone, and you made a promise to protect these kids. “This is the second year something like this has happened, I can’t let it scare me anymore. I won’t.”

Steve nodded, understanding where you were coming from. “Okay, but you stay close to me.”

“Oh, you won’t have to worry about that.” You pulled out your knife ready to fight yet another Demogorgon.

Steve opened the bus door and the two slowly stepped out of the bus. They took careful steps walking over to where they saw the D’art standing while Steve whistled to it.

“Come on buddy. Come on, buddy.” Steve taunted the creature, “Come on. Dinner time.”

They stopped walking once they got to the pile of meat, you stayed behind Steve not yet brave enough to be up in front which you thought was totally reasonable. Steve swung his bat side to side when it stepped out of the fog and they got a better look at the creature. It was smaller than the Demogorgon they fought last year, but still scary looking.

“Steve, Y/N watch out!” Lucas yelled from his lookout.

Steve kept his eye on D’art, “A little busy here!”

You turned your head to see what he was yelling about and saw more D’art look-a-likes coming from behind. “Holy shit.”

“Three o’clock! Three o’clock!”

Steve turned to look after hearing Lucas continue to yell, thinking you were only freaked out by D’art. Once he looked, he saw what you were freaking out about.

“Steve! Y/N! Abort! Abort!” Dustin shouted at them, opening the door for them to have a faster way back in.

Without taking his eyes from any of the creatures, Steve wrapped one arm around the front of your waist to pull you closer, talking in a low voice, “Y/N, run.”

“No, I’m not leaving you,” You muttered terrified, but not wanting to give up.

The first creature they saw screeched before running towards them. Steve pushed you away towards the bus, not giving you an option anymore. “Run!”

You took off running towards the bus, looking back a second to see Steve jump out of the way and roll over a car. Hearing the kids yelling for them, you faced back toward them but were stopped when one of the things jumped at you causing you to fall to the ground. It stood over you, opening its face and screeching. You let out an equally loud yell and stabbed it in its side then yanked the knife out. It fell back a couple of steps to the side of you but made enough room for Steve to hit it away with his bat.

Steve reached his hand out, helping you up before they both took off to the bus. They jumped in and Dustin immediately closed the door as one of the monsters tried to jump in after them. Steve grabbed one of the metal scraps they had and put it against the door to try and make it harder for them to come in.

“Are they rabid or something?” Max asked, still not believing these were anything but dogs.

A second later, the creatures surrounded the bus and pushed it so hard, that the bus fell to the side a little. As they looked to the back, where the shove came from, one of the creatures shoved his arm through where you and Steve were sitting. The kids went to the back to try and hold off the creature while Steve hit the other one’s arm with his bat. As Dustin radioed for more help and Steve continued hitting the Demodog, the others looked up hearing thudding from the roof.

You quickly stood up, seeing the dents make their way toward the open part of the ceiling where the kids were standing. Max let out a scream as you pushed her back and stood in front of the kids. “Step back, kids,” pointing your knife at the creature, “Come on!”

Steve ran over to stand next to you holding his bat up, as the creature screeched at them. It suddenly stopped screeching and looked off into the distance growling to the right before taking off. The group could hear a bunch of them growling farther away as they continued to stand in their spots not knowing what was happening.

When they continued to hear nothing, they walked over to the door and opened it taking slow steps outside.

“What happened?” Lucas stressed each word, confused about everything that had just gone down.

Max muttered from behind him, “I don’t know.”

“Steve scared ‘em off?” Dustin tried to come up with a reason.

“No. No way.” Steve turned to face the rest of them with his bat over his shoulder. “They’re going somewhere.”

“Do we follow them?” You pondered aloud, trying to figure out what their next step should be.

Steve looked over at you, then looked to the side a little concerned, and grabbed your left arm, “Hey, woah, you okay?”

“What?” You looked down at what he was talking about and saw blood dripping down your arm. Pushing down the neck of your shirt, you saw a scratch on your shoulder. “Oh, it must’ve got me.”

“We should patch this up first,” Steve said, not taking his eyes off the scratch.

“It’s fine, we can’t lose them.” You tried to stop Steve from freaking out, but he wouldn’t pay attention to what you were saying. you put your hand on Steve’s shoulder making him look at you, “Steve. It’s okay, it doesn’t even hurt.”

There was only a dull pain right now from still being in a bit of shock, but you weren’t going to admit that. You just wanted to find where the creatures were going and stop them before anything worse happened.

Steve just nodded, still looking at every inch of your face to see if there was any sign of pain but couldn’t find any. “Okay, fine, but you have to tell me if it starts hurting.”

You just nodded, giving him a small reassuring smile.

A short coughing sound made them break their eye contact and look at the kids who were looking at them with slightly disgusted looks.

“Uh, can we go follow them now?” Dustin stuttered out, a bit shocked at what he was seeing in front of him.

You and Steve dropped your arms from each other and took a step back awkwardly nodding.

“Yeah, let’s go get these demo-things,” You said, keeping your eyes toward the kids and not looking in Steve’s direction.

“Demogorgons.” Dustin corrected you.

You just started walking away from him, “Yeah, whatever.”

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orangevtae · 3 years ago

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Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy [S.Harrington x Henderson!Reader]

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A/N: S4 is insane, i was so excited to watch it and it's so good to see it again, have you started watch it? I think that i have two episodes left to end this season 😭😭 Thanks for everyone that has been reading GOFLB, i was thinking of opening the asks up if you guys are interested in a few things and to interact more, what do you think? Also i'm already writing the last chapter, don't worry, you guys will have too much to read till then! <3 Enjoy!

Chapter 7: Another One Bites the Dust

You unlocked the basement door and throwed the chains somewhere around, getting back on your spot and holding tightly the bat in your hands, Steve had a deffensive standing and when Dustin was about to open the basement doors, you nodded at each other and Dustin opened, running to stand just behind you guys.

"Steve, you should get in first"

"Wait, why me?"

"Use this force of yours that i know you have, pretty boy" you said shrugging your shoulders "And besides, if Dart's still there and come running, i can say to Dustin run while we try to do something"

Looking forward and down the basement doors, you missed Steve flustered state at the nickname that simply sliped out of your mouth and noded.

"C'mon, Steve! Don't be a pussy and go deal with Dart!" Dustin said impatiently

"Why don't you go downstairs? You're the one that brought this mess"

"Boys, please! Steve, would be a dear and please get downstairs? And Dustin, don't get him more nervous than he already is because it's getting me nervous."

"Steve, are you ok down there?"

They both noded and you heard a "Yes ma'am" coming from Dustin, you hold your breath as you saw Steve disapear on the basement as he headed downstairs. Hearing nothing after a while, you started to get anxious and took a step closer to the basement, Dustin right behind you "Steve?"

"Uh...guys, you should come see this!"

"Jesus!"

"My freaking god!"

You both shouted startled because Steve apeared out of nowhere, flashlight in hand pointing at you guys.

"Jerk"

"Asshole"

And you started going downstairs, you holding the bat firmily in your hands, when you got by the end of it, Steve directioned the light of the flashlight at the end of his spike bat and there, seated a slimey dead skin that it was bigger than the last one you had seen, Dart has molded again and the size now worried you, you and Dustin shared a knowing look.

"No way"

"Ok, this is not good"

"What? What is that?" Steve asked puzzled

"It means that he's growing more faster than we expected" Dustin answered

"So where is it? Where did it go?"

"Well, fuck" Steve commented

"Boys, come look at this" You said squating down next to the corner of the wall, you felt a slight breeze and when Dustin and Steve where behind you, flashlight pointing to where you where at, you knew you were right: Right on the wall, was a huge hole, like some big animal had just bursted thru it and you worriedly looked at Dustin and then at Steve, that just had been throwed into all this mess again.

"We're super fucked" you sighed

"Yes Steve, what else are you not getting?"

"Ok, so let me get this right: You both found that thing at the trash can and brought inside cause you tought that it was a slug, but then surprise! It wasn't a slug, it was a Demogorgon and now it has go somewhere?"

"Just why the hell you guys brought it??"

"Dustin picked interest and when Dart was growing up, we thought that it was some kind of reptile or something, we didn't expect to it be a Demogorgon shit and eat our cat!" you said huffing and passing your hands on your hair

"Wait...it has eaten a cat?"

"I TOLD YOU ON THE CAR!" Dustin yelled at Steve

"I know that but still shocking anyway, it has eated a cat man! Don't expect me to not be surprised!"

"I'm sorry" Steve said

"Oh my god! So yes, Steve, Dart eated our cat, Mews, that mom just went searching today and will never see again because is dead!" You whispered shouted, not wanting to disturb your mom, that had come home some minutes ago, exhausted and tired and just went to sleep, saying hi to you guys and Steve. "Poor Mews, didn't even saw it coming, and i had to bury her out of the house limits so mom doesn't find where she was buried" you said sadly

"No, i'm sorry, i should've never had picked it up, Y/N even said that she wasn't so sure about Dart, but did i listen? No!"

"We couldn't have known Dusty"

Dustin was frustrated, all the mess around Dart was frustrating and you guys already had a plan of life risk to capture Dart again but while you were thinking back about it, you remembered something.

"I think that Dart wasn't just a coincidence"

"What? What do you mean?" Dustin was confused

"Do you remember that before i left school, i called you on the walkie-talkie?" he nodded "I said that i had a code red but with everything surrounding Dart, i simply forgot to tell you but i called Joyce to ask about Jonathan cause he didn't went to school" you saw Steve move uncomfortable on his place "And she said that she tought he was at school and mentioned something about Will being sick."

"Will's sick?" Dustin asked and then something clicked on his mind "So that's why he hasn't gone to school! I haven't saw him since the..."

"The Halloween day! The day we found Dart!"

"And Will was acting strange that day, that's why we were home early, but i didn't think much of it because i thought he was just having one of his episodes, but if Will has gone sick the same day we found Dart..."

"Then it's just not coincidence and maybe there's something way bigger than just Dart going on" you completed Dustin train of thought.

"Wait, you guys talking about the Upside Down?" Steve asked, his presence making itself present again while you and Dustin were figuring things out.

"Maybe, because if Will's sick, Dart is out there and Jonathan is nowhere to be seen and Joyce didn't even know where he is, then something just not sitting right."

"I thought that everything had been solved last year?"

"So how we gonna do it?" Steve asked "How we can get Dart? How do we find it?"

"Yeah we did too, with El's dissapearing and Will being found and out the Upside Down, but something's just not right, it doesn't feel nor is right." You sighed and Dustin gave you a caramel bar out of nowhere, you frowned but accept it anyways.

"We stick with the plan, leaving early and doing it" Dustin said

"Do you think is gonna work?"

"He's always hungry, so even if we don't know where he is, i'm pretty sure that he can follow the trap"

You repassed the plan again and you separated everything you guys would need in the morning.

Steve nodded and you had a piece of your caramel.

"Nah, it's okay, i don't mind, thanks" he said getting the things on your arm and putting it on the couch

After getting everything right and done, you had a few spare blankets and a pillow in your arms to Steve "Here, sorry about the flowers, it was the only spare blanket that we had"

"You sure about the couch? I'm pretty sure Dustin wouldn't mind sleeping with me"

"No, it's okay, you guys don't need to get out of your beds so i can sleep, i'm gladly taking the couch, don't worry."

"Okay then...good night Steve"

"Hey, wait up, i wanted to ask you something"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Earlier, you said that you haven't seen Jonathan..."

"Yeah?"

"And i was wondering, Nancy was nowhere to be seen too and i went to her house today, give her some flowers and apologize, your brother said that she wasn't home. Do you think she's with Jonathan?"

"Oh..." you went back and seated on the couch, Steve sitting beside you "I called the Wheeler's before i called the Byers's, asking about Nancy, Mrs.Wheeler said that she went slept on a friends house but i haven't see her in two days i think. So yeah, my guess is that they may be together but i have no idea of what they doing, if it's some help."

You hiss at the end, you could see that he was in need to talk about that with someone. You were kinda mad at Nancy, you knew she was taking a lot but you didn't think that she would somehow throw this at Steve too, he seemed lost but didn't deserved what Nancy told him.

Steve nodded and a heavy sigh left his lips, the palm of his hands against his eyes and turned back to you "We had a fight, kinda...on the party, she was drunk and said some things and really hurted so i thought maybe that i was the cause of the mess and that's why she said what she said, so i thought about giving her some flowers and apologize, sort everything out but..." he made a movement with his hands, like something exploding and you nodded "S-she said...she said that what we have is bullshit, that i didn't care about what happened to Barbara, that we killed her, and that she was tired of...i don't know, pretend? And when i confronted her the next day, she simply said that she was drunk, that she didn't remember anything, so i asked her to say to me that she loved me, and she hesitated."

"Yeah, okay, thanks. And-"

"Steve, look, i'm sorry that that has happened, i can't even imagine what you feeling but Nancy sucked at saying those things, if there's someone that should apologize it's her, not you, you did nothing wrong but at the same time she's feeling guilty and has to keep a facade in front of Barbara's parents in pretend that she doesn't know what had happened to her best friend. You guys should talk about it when you have time, because drunk or not, she wouldn't have said those things if she was already feeling it, so talk about it. Also i think that if she's with Jonathan, then maybe they are dealing with something revolving all this mess again." Steve gave you a half smile and nodded. You got up, ready to go take a shower and head to bed. "Oh and, if you ever need to talk to someone, you can count on me ok? I'm the best secret keeper because i forgot a lot of things" he chuckled

"Don't worry, no one gonna know that you are actually a puddle of emotions. Your secret is safe with me, pretty boy."

"Thank you"

"Anytime! I'm gonna go shower and sleep ok? Goodnight"

"Sure, Goodnight."

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 4 years ago

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Grey Socks

This apart came around quicker then I had expected and I’am working slowly on the next part, which I’ am excited about. Slightly based on season 3 but with my own twist. Shout out to my Bishop Beta @beccabarba for reading over it, thank you always lovely.

*Grey Leather*

*Grey Uniform*

*Grey Dress*

*Grey Vase*

*Grey Blanket*

*Grey Jeans*

Warnings: “What the f**k Steve” moment, swearing and of course smut.

WC: 2549

Enjoy x

The sun was starting to go down and a cold snap started sweeping through making your body cover in goose bumps. You picked up your grey socks from next to you, pulling them on your feet and wrapped a blanket around you, lifting your feet up to rest on the wooden rail of the porch. The silence that surrounded you should have comforted you, but it was so loud it was deafening. You watched as the waves crashed on the sand as the sun went down, when your burner cell started to ring,

“Hey Baby” Bishop’s voice came over the other end of the phone “You ok?”

“Hey babe. I’ am ok” you sighed. “You ok”?”

“I’ am ok. I promise, baby, not much longer. I miss you”

“I miss you too, so much. I’ am sorry I couldn’t be there with you today,” a tear rolled down you cheek and you sniffed.

“Don’t cry baby, it’s ok. Wish you were here.” You could only nod and you wiped the tears away with the back of your hand. “As soon as everything is sorted I’ll be up there to get you. Bring you home to me. I love you Y/N”

“Love you too.”

You hung up the phone just as Steve and Gabby walked out the back door carrying bowls of Chilli Con Carne and fresh bread that you and Gabby made earlier.

There was an all-out war with the club and things had started to get too close to home. You had ended up in tears when Bishop had ask you to get out of town with Gabby. It was lucky you had a lot of long service leave up your sleeve; Bishop had asked you to use a month. Rosa moved to her sister’s place just out of town for now and you had paid for your parents to go and stay with your Aunty and Uncle in New York for the same amount of time you were away, telling them they needed a break.

You packed everything that was important to you, locking it in your parent’s basement, and packed enough clothes to last. Bishop didn’t want you to leave the beach house at all. You and Bishop come to an agreement to shut off your social media and to turn off and leave your phone at home. He bought you and himself a burner cell to keep in contact, and Taza moved you and Gabby to a safe house. The club left Steve with you both just in case.

You had pretty much eaten dinner in silence, Gabby getting a call from Ez not long before your call from Bishop, both your eyes puffy from crying. It had been 3 and half weeks, you just wanted to go home. Steve took the plates inside and was tidying up, you sitting back on the day bed, feet up on the rail listening to the ocean when Gabby walked back out with a cup of tea for you and herself, sitting down next to you. You pulled the blanket off your shoulders and draped it over both your laps. You took a sip of your tea and you almost spat it out with how sweet it was,

“You ok?” Gabby looked at you worried.

“Who made the tea?”

“Steve, why?”

“What the fuck Steve! How many sugars did you put in it?”

“Sorry Y/N”

You and Gabby had a little giggle and then both fell silent, the sound of the waves filling the air again.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah,” you looked at Gabby who was staring out into the darkness.

“Can we do this for the rest of our lives? Being in love with men that put us in this kind of situation. Marry them? Have children with them? Have a future with them?”

“You love Ez?” You asked. Gabby nodded “He treats you well?” Gabby nodded again “What else is there to think about? He isn’t a bad man. Ez is amazing, he will be an amazing husband and father.”

“You grew up with him?”

“I did. Our families are close friends. Gabby- don’t give up on him just because of the club. They are all good men. We all have two sides, they just can’t hide their other side like the rest of us can.”

“You love Bishop a lot” Gabby grabbed your hand and squeezed it.

“I do. He is the best thing that has happened to me. Even if I’ am in hiding because of him” you both giggled “No one said it was going to be easy, but really is any relationship?”

Gabby let go of your hand and lent over hugging you when revs of motor bikes ripped through the air and you both gasped, jumping up, fear pulsing through you, and running to the door just as Steve opened it walking out carrying a baseball bat,

“Get inside. Lock the doors”

“Steve” you grabbed his arm tears coming to your eyes.

“I’ll be fine. You know what to do. Go please”

You ran inside locking the doors behind you grabbing the baseball bat from next to the fridge and coming back to stand next to the door, Gabby huddled into your side,

“Go upstairs and hide in my room. If anything happens go through the doors to the balcony, climb down, run and call Ez. Just like we talked about,” Gabby nodded her eyes filled with tears as she ran up the stairs two at a time.

“Fuck Steve” you heard Ez’s voice “It’s just us”

Rage bolted through you. You unlocked the door, baseball bat still in hand storming out seeing Ez and Bishop walking up the stairs. You raised your eye brows at them and Bishop could see on your face that you were pissed,

“What the actual fuck?” you spat at them both “A heads up would have been nice” You pointed the end of the baseball bat at Ez’s chest “Do you have any idea what you just done to us?” you snarled. Ez held his hands up in surrender and a smirk on his face “Don’t smirk at me Ezekiel”

Ez pushed the bat away, it dropping out of your hand to the ground out of the way and he wrapped you in his arm kissing the top of your head, “Maybe we should patch you in, you’re scarier than Steve,” the 3 men laughed,

“Yeah she is actually” Steve blurted out and you rolled your eyes.

“Where’s Gabby?” Ez looked down at you.

“Hiding upstairs waiting to climb down off the balcony”

You pulled away from Ez poking your head inside the door yelling out to Gabby it was safe and Ez walked in followed by Steve. You turned around to Bishop standing on the second step down from the top. You rushed over to him wrapping your arms around him, his around you and he nuzzled his face into your chest while your fingers ran through his hair, scraping your nails over his sculp. Bishop pulled back slightly looking up at you. You dipped your head catching his lips with yours, kissing him deeply. Without breaking the kiss Bishop pushed you back stepping up to be level with you. Bishop finally broke the kiss, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks leaning his forehead on yours,

“I’ve missed you baby, so much. I’ am sorry we scared you. I wanted to surprise you”

“Surprise is an understatement” you giggled “I missed you too”

“It’s all fixed baby, I can take you home” Bishop’s lips came up to kiss your forehead “Got any beer around here?”

You went to the fridge grabbing a couple of bottles. You gave one to Steve who was sitting on the couch watching TV, giving him a kiss on the cheek thanking him for looking after you and Gabby. You picked up the other two bottles walking up stairs to find Bishop. Gabby and Ez locked away in her room. As you walked into your bedroom you seen the sliding doors open and Bishop was sitting on the double seater outdoor couch and you walked out to him,

“Here babe” you handed Bishop a beer.

“Thank you baby” He grabbed your hand, kissing the back of it and then patted his thigh so you would sit down.

You sat across Bishop’s lap, one of his arms going around your middle and his other that was holding the beer resting across your legs. Your hand that was around his shoulder’s came up to run your fingers over the nape of his neck and he sighed into your touch,

“You ok?” you whispered.

“Better now I’ am with you. I missed you baby”

“Missed you too” you lent down, your lips connecting with his.

The kiss started soft and tender and soon turned heated when Bishop’s hand that was around your middle started to slide up your back and into your hair pushing your head into him more deepening the kiss. You swallowed each other’s groans and whimpers. Without breaking the kiss Bishop reached behind, with his other hand sitting his bottle of beer on the table behind the couch and then did the same to yours.

Once both bottles where on the table, Bishop started to run his hand up your thigh and up under your shirt. His big warm rough hand ran up over your skin up to your breast groping it through your bra. You arched into his touch, your hand now threaded up into his hair and your other running over his solid chest down between you both to cup his hard cock through his jeans.

You broke the kiss and moved yourself to straddle his lap, both your hands resting on his bearded cheeks as your lips collided with his again, the kiss all teeth and tongues. You started to roll yours hips down on Bishop and you heard a growl rattle through his chest. You pulled back from the kiss giggling at his reaction, wrapping your arms around his neck peppering his face with kisses, both of Bishop’s hands rubbing the tops of your thighs and up your sides.

“I missed your noises,” You brushed your nose over his and he chuckled low.

You rolled your hips over Bishop again, your lips crashing on his once more, kissing him deeply. Bishop gripped your ass cheeks tight, pulling you down on him as he grunted into your mouth bucking up into you.

You reached down between you both undoing his jean button and zipper sliding your hand into his boxers pulling out his hard length wrapping your hand around him giving him a couple of quick pumps up and down. Bishop pulled back from the kiss, his head falling back with his eyes closed and mouth slightly open groaning. You lent forward kissing around his neck and he bucked up into your hand.

“Missed this?” you grazed your teeth over his bearded chin.

“Fuck yes” Bishop grunted.

You moved away to stand and pushed down your tights and panties, them hitting the floor and you stepped out of them. Bishop wrapped his hand around himself, stroking his hard cock lazily, looking up at you with hooded eyes as he watched you pull your shirt and bra off throwing them on the floor. You sat back on his lap, the coolness of his fully clothed body made you shiver when it met your hot skin and when your sensitive nipples brush over the rough cotton of his shirt, you rolled your hips down again, brushing your core over his jeans and you bit your bottom lip wanting more.

You lifted yourself up slightly lining Bishop to you moving to slid down on him, your wet centre wrapping around him. You paused for a moment to catch your breath. Bishop made quick work pulling off his leather vest and undoing a couple of his shirt buttons pulling it up and over his head, followed by his under shirt, throwing them on the floor leaving him bare chested. You wrapped your arms back around Bishop’s neck, your hands going into his hair, your boobs resting on his chest and he lent forward, his lips landing on your skin leaving a trail of open mouth kisses, his beard running along your skin made you groan as he went and you rolled your hips over him fast, he bucking up into you hard.

“Fuck baby you feel so good” Bishop breathed into your skin before looking up to lock eyes with you, both his arms wrapping around your middle pulling you down on him harder as he bucked up into you.

“You feel amazing babe” you breathed out before you dipped your head kissing him deeply, your tongues rolling together.

You broke the kiss, your forehead resting on his as your release raced through you and you had to remember not to scream so the others didn’t hear you. You choked out Bishop’s name and you rolled your hips through your high when Bishop bucked up hard grunting, his seed spilling into you and his head dropping back on the couch breathless. You stilled your movements, the smell of salty air taking over the smell of sex and your heavy breathing almost as loud as the crashing waves.

Bishop cupped your cheeks and pulled you towards him, his lips landing on yours for another deep kiss. You got up off him and walked to grab a blanket off the bed to wrap around you both as you both snuggled into each other on the couch, Bishop’s arm wrapped around you, his hand brushing through your hair as you rested on his shoulder,

“Baby, I want to ask you something” Bishop felt you go stiff against him and he tightened his grip around you and kissed the top of your head “Nothing bad”

“Ok, I’ am listening” You sat back slightly looking over up at him.

“I want you to move in with me” a grin pulled across your face “I have spoken to your Dad and Mum they gave us their blessing and Rosa is moving into the granny flat next door at the end of the month”

You looked out into the dark letting that all sink in as Bishop ran his hand up and down your back over the blanket,

“There is no granny flat next door” you looked up at him raising an eye brow.

“Will be at the end of the month” Bishop smirked at you and you nodded.

“You managed all this in-between everything else going on?”

“No. I started the ball rolling before all this shit happened. Your stuff can be moved into my place when we get back and Rosa has moved in with Coco till the end of the month”

“What if I say no?” you smirked at him with your eye brows raised and he laughed loud.

“Emily said you could move in with her” you both laughed and you nudged his side scoffing “If you don’t-“

“No” you almost shouted “I want to. I never want to be away from you again” you smiled reaching up to rest your hand on his cheek “I can’t wait for you to come home to me every night”

“Me too baby, me too.”

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platypanthewriter · 3 years ago

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Hook Possum 1/4

Art by @monsdasarah for Harringrove Big Bang!

Steve had told the manager of Camp Butternut Springs every year of his life that the mildewed, papier-mache-masked, six-foot-tall opossum mascot was terrifying. The mask was chipped and patched, fixed with different colors of gray over the mangy glued-on fur. Its long, stained rat tail had drug through the red camp dirt for decades, and by the summer of 85, the dirty thing looked like it had been dyed with blood.

Hook Possum looked more like a zombie than a possum, with its mesh eyes staring in their ragged, uneven sockets, its lovingly molded teeth half broken off and stained with grime. Inexplicably—but later, retroactively, mythologized by a ton of camp folklore—it had a hook hand off a pirate costume, gleaming in the sun.

Every goddamn year the goddamn manager had the goddamn Hook Possum outfit on some poor camp counsellor, out greeting campers—the goddamn moron—and every fucking goddamn year one of the already-homesick and worried new campers burst into sobs at first sight of the horrifying thing. Steve wondered whether the manager was actually in the huge, blank-eyed Hook Possum costume this year, like a prick, because it was even bigger than usual—as tall as Steve, with its ripped ratty ears, and broad-shouldered in a way Steve suspected wasn’t padding.

The hook hand didn’t exactly help.

Steve grabbed the first wailing child he saw around the waist, then two more, and stomped over to the damn possum. “Here, look, Hook Possum’s not scary,” he said, and they all screamed, because it was so clearly a lie.

Hook Possum, somewhat to his credit, dropped to a crouch, his shoulders hunched, and Steve thought maybe it wasn’t the manager, just some poor camp counsellor that got roped in, because the manager probably would have roared like a lion—just for fun—and the kids would have wet themselves all over Steve’s lap.

“Hook Possum just lives here!” Steve told the screaming infants he was holding. “If you get scared at night,” Steve shouted over their desperate wailing and struggles, “—away from home? Hook Possum is here to keep you safe. Right?”

Whoever was playing Hook Possum flinched, and its creepy head jerked around to look at him.

“HELP!” shrieked the kid under his arm, his voice nasal, because he was holding his nose against Hook Possum’s fug of mildew and B.O.

“Nobody has ever yet been murdered by Hook Possum,” Steve gritted out. “Right?!” he prompted the moron in the mascot suit again, nudging a fur-suited leg with his shoe. “Hook Possum is like a...camp guardian! Right?”

Hook Possum stared at his face, which was chilling—after Steve’s first visit to Camp Butternut Springs, Hook Possum had featured in every one of Steve’s childhood nightmares, and the costume was even worse after nearly two decades of wear—but Steve was as tall as the thing now, and he set his jaw.

“Hook Possum is friendly, right,” he growled, and Hook Possum gave a jerky nod, making a weird choking noise, like maybe it had already eaten a couple of kids.

“Y-ye-ahssss,” the thing hissed, and Steve was tempted to push the whole mess, including the person inside, under a bus. “Safe as houses,” said the possum, just as strangled-sounding, but it was better than staring silently, so Steve grinned ruefully at the kids, who were quieting as they realized they weren’t murdered—not yet, anyway.

“You’ll get used to Hook Possum,” he said cheerfully. “We all do. Eventually.”

It had occurred to Steve one night when he was fourteen, and firmly over his terror of Hook Possum, that the perfect cover for an actual serial killer would be a terrifying full-body costume everyone was trying to ignore. He and Tommy had followed the costume around every time it had someone in it, looking for suspicious behavior. Years later, he’d donned it himself, and for the first time in his life didn’t fear getting murdered by Hook Possum. He only worried he might die of heatstroke in padded fur boots, gloves, and a bodysuit in July in Indiana, except for a few startling glimpses of himself in the mirror over the sinks.

His suggestion every week in the suggestion box was still ‘burn the Hook Possum costume and bury the ashes under a rock’, though, because he was a rational human being who understood what needed to be done.

When he’d talked Robin into applying with him at the camp instead of the video store, he’d snuck the costume on and leaned into her cabin. She’d screamed satisfyingly, and nearly killed him with an oar. She’d argued for burying the ashes of Hook Possum in seven different locations around the US, lest it rise again, and they’d put that in the suggestion box, to no response whatsoever.

It was pretty obvious the current Hook Possum wasn’t used to the cheerful voice necessary to offset its...everything, so Steve did his best. “Are you guys telling me you’re afraid of possums?” he teased, and the littlest kid, a girl, reached out and lightly batted its nose. The smell of cigarettes wafted up.

“I’m afraid,” said the boy, thickly, and Steve nodded slowly, feeling nothing but respect for a smart child.

“Hook Possum protects you guys,” he told them, sitting them on their feet. “From whatever, you know, else.”

“What could be out there,” the scared boy whispered, his eyes widening, “—that’s worse than—”

“...yeah,” said Hook Possum, in a weird squeaky voice like a Disney mouse. “Yeah, that’s what I’m here for, I’m here to protect you guys from...nightmares?” he suggested, glancing at Steve, who shrugged, nodding, because it was a pretty good idea.

“You’re soft,” said the littlest kid, grabbing one of the other snifflers by the wrist, and shoving it into Hook Possum’s fur.

“You stink,” said the boy, and Steve elbowed him.

“I’m a possum,” hissed Hook Possum, and the kid nodded.

“That makes sense.”

Steve muffled his laughter, but he was pretty sure the possum heard, because his crooked, whiskery mask jerked up, and his terrifying mesh eyes stared into Steve’s soul. He smelled like long winters in a damp shed, and cigarettes, and B.O.— because it was worn every year in the summer in Indiana—but the smallest kids were gathering around and asking questions about possums, and Steve had to call upon his knowledge from years past, and explain things like how possums were too awesome to get ticks.

Hook Possum listened intently—or maybe just glared at him, smoke drifting from its eye mesh—until Steve was a little annoyed, and mentioned that mother possums carried babies around on their backs. That was probably way too mean, because the whole horde of children grabbed hold of Hook Possum’s every appendage, and he flailed his hook only once before vanishing in the giggling pile.

“Here, here, no—” Steve yelped, unable to watch a human being consumed by piranha, and he reached into the laughing, yelping pile and hauled Hook Possum up by the arm, dusting him off. Two small children dangled from his other arm, and one had him around the neck. “You have to be nice to Hook Possum!” Steve told them. “Who’s he gonna stay up protecting, huh? The kids who’re nice to him, or the little, uh, cusses that knee him in the...shins?”

“...the nice ones,” came a small, grumbly voice from one of the criers, and “Probably the nice ones,” from a little girl who sighed heavily, and another kid just said, “Fine.” The dude in the possum suit just panted against Steve’s shoulder for a second, and Steve let him, familiar with getting dogpiled by small children with weaponized knees.

“...jesus,” came a faint whisper from in the possum suit, and Steve pinched him, even though he was grimacing with sympathy. He lifted the kids off Hook Possum—once the littlest ones had decided he was safe, they tried to drag him around and show everyone how brave they were—and the human in the suit tried to wipe his face, or something, and smacked his hook-hand into the head of his costume. He sighed, and Steve squeezed his shoulder, and patted his back, ushering the kids away.

“What are you doing here,” Hook Possum wheezed, as Steve pushed him back to sit on one of the picnic table benches. “What are you doing here,” he repeated, sounding bewildered.

“My dad owns the place,” Steve said in a low voice, as the littlest boy ran back to the buses, screaming about how he’d met Hook Possum, and Robin and Nancy looked over, resigned. “That’s why it pays so well. We went to him and told him he could have a staff that would work hard, or he could have three underpaid girls who want it on their resume for becoming teachers, and the second week they’d all have nervous breakdowns. Why, do...do I know you?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at the blank mesh eyes, and trying to place the weird squeaky voice.

Hook Possum nodded slowly, but Steve was pretty sure he was still staring. Maybe it was just the mesh eyes. “...oh,” he said quietly. “Your...dad. Owns...it.”

“Yep,” Steve said, shrugging. “I mean, he owns the company that owns a bunch of camps, you know, but—anyway, you’ve never been a counselor before, right? I can show you around, if you want. What’s your name? How d’you know me?”

Hook Possum stared at him some more, and then said, even higher, like Mickey Mouse, “He’s, like, the owner’s boss?” he asked weakly. “...name’s Hook Possum.”

“What the fuck,” Steve muttered, staring back into the mesh eyes, but then he saw Robin’s arm fly up as she was consumed in a wave of children, and he clapped Hook Possum on the shoulder and ran off.

He saw the guy later, too, still in the costume, even though it was July in Indiana. He was talking to Max Mayfield, so Steve wandered over. “You need some help getting out of that?” he offered, because nobody would stay in a horrible hot stinking furry sweat bag by choice.

“No,” said Hook Possum, too quickly, and Max groaned into her hands.

“Uh,” said Steve, who was starting to wonder if they’d found some possum-obsessed weirdo for a counselor. “You must...really like possums.”

Max burst into giggles, laughing harder than Steve had ever seen her, and Hook Possum’s long face swung to look at her, then at Steve, then back at her, and then he stomped away. Because the costume had big, dirty, saggy fur paw-booties, he had to lift his feet high, like a cartoon, and Steve started snickering too.

Hook Possum hunched his shoulders, and scuttled around the edge of one of the cabins, out of sight.

“Oh my god,” Max cackled. “He’s finally found his true identity! Trash rat.”

“Is...is that...Billy,” Steve asked, the thought of Billy Hargrove, camp counselor, hauling off and punching kids, or murdering them, suddenly much less funny. “What—isn’t he back in Hawkins?! How’d he get here?!”

“Uh, no! No, no,” Max said quickly, grimacing and waving her hands. “Definitely, um, not, no. It’s, ah, he lives on my street. He’s, um, saving money to move out.”

“Oh,” Steve said, relieved.

“The pay’s really good here,” Max explained, too fast. “—and, uh, mmmm...hiiiis dad’s kinda shitty, so he needs money to get out of his house.”

“Well, he should be able to,” Steve told her, giving her two thumbs-up so she’d make a face. “We’re practically all seniors, that’s what a lot of us are doing, that or paying for college.”

“...yeah,” Max sighed. “He can...move away. Finally.”

“Sounds like you’ll miss him,” Steve said, grinning at her, “—he the brother you never had?”

“...yeah, he um. He sort of is,” she said, swallowing, and Steve patted her shoulder gingerly.

“Uh,” he said cautiously, “Um, you...you know you can always give me a call, right?”

“Thought you had kind of a problem with my family,” she sighed, and he shook his head.

“I’ve got no problem with you.”

“...yeah, that’s what we thought,” Max muttered, maybe, and Steve frowned at her. “Go away,” she told him, sighing, “It’s fine.”

They got everybody sorted into cabins, and Steve saw Hook Possum ducking into a bunk in the counselor’s cabin. He stared for a long moment, watching the enormous possum negotiate its tail and its creepy, vacant-eyed mask and lie down on the lower bunk.

“It’s hot as Satan’s asshole in here,” he groaned.

“...what are you doing,” Steve hissed. “They cannot be paying you enough to stay in that thing. There is not enough money in the world to stay in that thing for more than a couple hours.”

“Ah, fuck,” said Hook Possum, sitting up and smacking his head on the upper bunk. “Shit fuck,” he groaned, “—I can’t see in this thing—”

“Then take it off,” Steve told him, sitting next to him on the bunk and reaching in to feel for the ties behind the guy’s neck, but Hook Possum grabbed Steve’s hand, scrambling back.

“No! No, uh,” he stopped, then tried again. “I need the money,” he said softly. “I need it—”

“Okay, okay, did you agree to some—some massive bonus bullshit to keep this damn costume on? Because you’re gonna die of heatstroke in there,” Steve told him. “I don’t care how much he offered you, you can’t wear that thing all summer—”

“No, I did, I agreed to—to bonus bullshit to keep the damn costume on,” Hook Possum whispered, the fingers in his paw-glove squeezing Steve’s arm, hard. “I can’t take it off. He’s—he’s giving me a huge bonus.”

“Fuck,” Steve breathed. “You’re gonna die in there, I’m not kidding. You can stay in the shade, or—and we can bring you ice, lots of ice, you could try an ice pack on your neck—”

“I need this job,” the guy said, and Steve nodded, letting him go.

“Okay, okay. We’ll figure this out, but if the manager comes out, I’m kneeing him in the balls, because—”

“No! I need the money,” Hook Possum hissed, the weird cartoony voice even odder in a serious conversation.

“Jesus,” Steve said, sighing. “Okay. I’m gonna check in with you, alright? If you start to keel over, I’m taking it off, we’ll figure out something to tell the manager.”

“Don’t take it off,” said Hook Possum, like he was the last soldier holding the line, and Steve got caught up in it, like a moron.

“I’m not leaving you in there,” he said, like the trenches were getting shelled. “I’m not letting anyone die in a possum costume,” he said, to remind himself they weren’t at D-Day. Hook Possum sighed, his shoulders slumping as he growled. “And you can’t sleep in that thing, jesus,” Steve said, “At least change at night.”

“You’d—somebody’d see me,” Hook Possum said, and Steve shook him, a little.

“We aren’t possum spies, nobody’s gonna tell.”

“How do I know you’re not possum spies,” Hook Possum hissed back, and Steve started snickering.

“Okay, okay, um, curtain? What about a curtain, we’ll just staple it up here and nobody’ll see your, uh, late night transformation.”

“Oh,” said Hook Possum, snickering a little, like he did realize how ridiculous it all was, and looking around. “That...might work.”

“Gonna transform out of your outfit like a shitty Cinderella,” Steve sighed, and Hook Possum laughed harder. “You’re gonna have to shower in the dead of night,” Steve told him. “I’ll let everybody know it’s just, y’know, just our resident possum. Creeping around.” He started laughing again, and Hook Possum elbowed him. “How are you gonna eat?”

“Shouldn’t be feeding the wildlife in the cafeteria anyway,” Hook Possum pointed out. “There are signs everywhere.”

“...you know you’re a human, right,” Steve told him, trying not to giggle.

Hook Possum shook with laughter against him. “I’ll just climb into a trash can and knock it over at three am. It’s the way of my people.”

“Oh my god,” Steve wheezed. “I’m gonna get in trouble for feeding the wildlife and letting a possum nest in here, aren’t I? I’ll sneak you burgers, I promise.”

“Why,” Hook Possum laughed, edging away. “It’s not your problem, Harrington—”

“Hey, Max likes you, you’re part of the weirdo family we got going on,” Steve said, clapping the guy’s shoulder, and the possum mask swung towards him again.

“...does she?” he asked, snorting softly.

“She does,” Steve confirmed. “She said.” Hook Possum stared like a creepy puppet, and Steve was unable to resist reaching up and patting the dusty, greasy fur between the costume ears. “You’re one of us, now.”

“...once you feed wildlife, it can create a dependency,” Hook Possum said, batting Steve’s hand away, but he was laughing audibly now. “I read that in a flyer.”

“I can’t believe they handed a possum a flyer about possums,” Steve said, and Hook Possum snorted.

“Right? Like who the fuck deals with wildlife by handing them flyers, what a moron.”

“I didn’t know possums could read,” Steve said, and Hook Possum kicked at him, completely missing. “What a smart possum you are.”

“Fuck you, if I could see in this thing—”

“Oooo, you gonna murder me with your little—your plastic pirate hook hand?” Steve asked, and Hook Possum laughed harder, letting himself fall sideways to curl up on the bunk.

“Fuck you,” he mumbled again, wheezing with laughter.

Steve wondered who he was—whether he’d defended Max from Billy, or just showed her some skateboard tricks. Whether he was younger, maybe—Steve didn’t know most of the freshmen—and what he’d look like in about ten minutes when he gave up on the incredibly stupid idea of living in a possum suit for the whole damn summer.

Steve got hauled into setting up the welcome dinner, sitting the tables out, and putting cleanish rocks on the stacks of napkins to keep them from blowing away. Hook Possum was useless at it—he nearly dropped the plates, and then bumped into a table because he couldn’t see, almost overturning it, and finally Steve put both hands on his furry possum shoulders and walked him over to a group of smaller kids who were milling around, bored by the orientation speech.

As he wandered by later, he heard Hook Possum telling them “Possum Facts.”

“Possums are gonna be the next police dogs,” he was saying, as Steve stared over. “They’re gonna yell ‘Fly, my pretties!’ and the perp will be overwhelmed by possums.”

“That’s good,” said one solemn little kid, softly. “I’m afraid of dogs.”

“Hook Possum is here to protect us,” said another one. “You can find him if you’re scared of dogs.”

The first kid nodded, wide-eyed, and Hook Possum stared at one, then the other. “...uh, yeeeah,” he said, slowly. “Sure.”

“He’ll fight the dogs, Robin said,” said the first kid, and Hook Possum’s mask jerked towards her.

“Wait, what?!” he hissed, and Steve ducked away, smothering snickers.

Dinner was uneventful, as usual, in that there was so much chaos Steve was deadened to it, automatically reaching in to stop Dustin from using his spoon to catapult peas at Erica Sinclair and starting WWIII.

He snuck off when he saw Hook Possum tiptoeing away like a stealthy cartoon. “D’you need me to feed the wildlife?” he asked, and Hook Possum yelped, spinning around, so his tail whipped Steve in the legs.

“Holy shit,” he panted, in his weird squeaky voice.

“Sorry, forgot you were a possum on the edge, man,” Steve told him, clapping a hand to his shoulder, and Hook Possum started laughing again, cigarette smoke trailing out of the eyeholes of his mask. Steve watched it. “...you have no idea how fucking creepy that looks,” he said. “It’s eerie.”

“Creepier than my big blank eyes?” Hook Possum asked, and Steve wished he could see the expression of the person in the suit—whether it was resigned, or entertained, or what.

“D’you want me to get you some food?” Steve asked. “I can’t see you using the tongs, or like...seeing the buffet very well.”

“Also, I’m filthy,” Hook Possum said, raising a dusty paw.

“That too,” Steve agreed.

“...I can get something later,” Hook Possum said, laughing a little.

“You still have to eat, man,” Steve told him. “And drink some water, at least.”

“What’s going on back here,” came Max’s voice, and they both swiveled. She had a tray in her hands, and her eyes narrowed.

“Harrington was offering to feed the wildlife,” said Hook Possum, and she snorted.

“You’re a camp counselor, set a good example,” she hissed, waving Steve away. “Didn’t you see the flyers, Steve? You can’t feed possums.”

“Everyone saw the flyers, they even gave them to him,” Steve said, pointing. “Possums probably can’t even read.”

“I barely can, in this,” Hook Possum admitted. “I had to hold it up over my eyeholes.”

“Hrm,” said Max. “Okay, Steve, go away, Nancy said to tell you you’re on dishes.”

Steve sighed, and left them to it.

When he was done, he found an old tatty camp flag in the storage shed, half faded and ripped—he remembered somebody getting in trouble, in years past, for leaving it up all winter—and nailed it up over Hook Possum’s bunk with pruny fingers from the suds in the cooking tent. He put a hook where the grommet could lift it away, in case Hook Possum’s struggles with his mask caught on the fabric, and then stepped back to look at his handiwork just as Robin wandered in.

“That’s...really something,” she said, raising his eyebrows. “We all get one of those?”

“No, it’s for the possum guy,” Steve told her, hooking the flag’s bottom corner up to show that the bunk was slightly easier to climb into. “He’s like...contracted to wear the damn thing 24/7. He gets a bonus or something.”

“That’s bullshit. He’s gonna die of heatstroke,” Robin said, and Steve nodded, shrugging.

“That’s what I said. Anyway, I told him I’d hide the bunk so he didn’t have to, like, lie there in the costume all night.”

“Playing possum,” she snorted, and Steve grinned, imagining the dude in full possum array, sprawled on his back like roadkill.

“Sexy,” he snorted, and she waggled her eyebrows.

PART ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR

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maximoff-pan · 5 years ago

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Realizations | Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Summary: The four times you realize you’re in love with Steve Harrington, and the one time you actually tell him...

Character: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff (it starts off pretty fluffy and ends that way too....don’t worry y’all, I’m not that cruel), and there’s definitely some good ole angsty angst....because I’m an angsty bitch ;)

Word Count: 4.5 k (Holy moly...I think this is the longest thing I’ve written)

A/n: Okay, so, this wasn’t requested and I’m not sure anyone even wants this, but here we are. I kind of just felt like writing something for Steve again, so I went with the urge...Also, quick side note...but look at this gif. This is kind of (sort of) what I imagine Steve would look like if you told him you were in love with him, just utter shock, but definitely minus the fear...because bby boy doesn’t deserve to be afraid...And then he’d break out into a huge goofy smile, because he loves you back...

It was no secret to anyone that you had a rocky history with Steve Harrington. He was, amongst the teens of Hawkins, the proclaimed ‘King of Hawkins High.’ The King Shit of all King Shits....And you weren’t one to bow down to his monarchy. Truthfully it wasn’t that you hated him, you’re not entirely sure you ever could. Because beneath all the hype, Steve Harrington was just lonely, and slightly broken. Despite the numbers of people that claimed to be his friend, who claimed to dream to be like him, not one of them actually wanted to be with him...the real him anyway. And you could see that better than anyone.

So when all shit broke loose, (quite literally) and you’d been reunited with the Steve Harrington that you’d once been friends with, you accepted him. It was a shock to your system to find your brother asking Steve Harrington of all people for help with the Demogorgons, and even more of a shock when he said yes. But most of all, it surprised you to see how genuinely him he was being with you. No bullshit. No facade. He was just Steve, a guy you happened to go to school with. You will admit, in the beginning he’d been a bit sheepish, apologizing for the way he had treated you in high school, how he’d ditched you for the crown, but then something in him shifted. You saw him smile, watched him laugh. Your little brother was breaking Steve out of his shell, and you were there to help him. And it was entirely breathtaking.

You remember that day clearly, the day you went searching for Dart. Dustin up ahead, bucket of meat in one hand, a walkie talkie in the other, as he curses himself for not paying enough attention to the presumably extra terrestrial creature that had eaten your cat. You lag behind, dragging your feet across the dry dirt floor, littered with leaves, Steve Harrington by your side. It’s a day you’d never forget.

“I know I’ve got a lot of making up to do.” Steve’s voice breaks the silence.

You let out a puff of air in agreement. “Oh?” You implore sarcastically. “What makes you think that?”

“A lot of things.” He replies truthfully, a shame in his tone. “I’ve been-uh...I’ve been an asshole, of royal proportions.” He continues. “And I’m more than ready to give up my crown.”

A laugh bubbles from your throat. Of course he’d refer to his King like status. “Ready to become a mere peasant like the rest of us?”

He nods his head, humming lightly. “I think so.” His voice is quiet...soft. Just like you remember it being.

“You really think you can handle it?” You jest, playfully elbowing him in the arm.

“Oh of course I can.” He replies. “Haven’t you heard? Steve Harrington can handle anything.”

“Anything?” You’re eyes widen jokingly, as a smirk slowly falls upon your features. “I mean, sign me up...This Steve Harrington character sounds hot.”

A laugh breaks through his lips, overtly noticeable. He knows you’re joking, but he can’t help but wish you weren’t. “Anything.” He confirms with a wink.

That had been the first day you’d noticed your affinity for Steve Harrington. It was like a magnet had been placed between the two of you, and even if the attraction on his side, wasn’t entirely there, yours was....and it constantly pulled you towards him, with a smile on your face and a flutter in your stomach. It was at first, very subtle and very slow, but soon, your heart would yearn for him, more than it had yearned for anything or anyone else before.

Nearly everything about Steve seemed to click with you that day. He was just like he once had been...happy. It was something almost unfamiliar to you, something you hadn’t seen in quite some time, but it certainly made you feel things. And that’s something that hadn’t necessarily clicked: those feelings. You didn’t know what they were, or how you should react to them. Because maybe they were nothing, but then again, maybe they weren’t and you were getting yourself into more trouble than you could handle. Maybe they were real...and maybe, just maybe you felt something for Steve Harrington, more than a friend should.

Oh dear, what had you gotten yourself into?

ii.

“Listen up shit heads!” Steve’s stance is so chaotically mom-like it makes you laugh.

Your living room is covered in pillows, blankets, couch cushions, and popcorn. Six young teens loudly shout begrudgingly at Steve, who’s holding the tv remote just out of reach. They’re watching Star Wars: A New Hope, (Mike’s choice), or at least they were before Steve snatched the remote from Dustin’s hand.

“What the fuck Steve?” Dustin snaps at the older teen, and sends him a murderous gaze.

“Language Dusin.” Your voice interrupts Steve’s train of thought.

“As if you fucking care.” Dustin shoots. “You’re just enforcing that rule ‘cause Steve’s here.” He’s right, the little bastard...(and you hate to admit it) but you swear a decent amount yourself, and as long as Dustin isn’t using foul language in school or calling anyone harshly directed names, you don’t particularly enforce the no swearing rule that Steve does.

You shrug your shoulders, shifting your body towards Steve. “He’s got a point.”

“(Y/n).” Steve whines. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“And I am.”

“No you’re not.” He swings the remote jovially in the air, a mock pout breaking onto his face.

There’s that flutter again. You can feel it in your chest, your eyes trained on Steve’s face softly. It’s something that you just can’t seem to help, and it’s always sudden. Sometimes it’s not there. You can be around Steve for hours, and you’re cool with it...with him. But then out of nowhere this light headed feeling over takes you. Your heartbeat quickens, and you feel nothing but pure happiness and oddly comfort in his presence.

“I promise.” Your voice doesn’t waver. “I am always on your side.” It’s said as a joke, but you know better than anyone that it’s not.

There’s something behind your tone that Steve picks up on. Whether you intended upon it, it comes through loud and clear. I care about you. I am always going to be here for you. And it makes Steve smile. Whether the kids notice this too, he doesn’t know, nor does he care, but suddenly, and out of nowhere, he feels this pull to you like he’s never felt before.

What is this feeling? What does it mean?

iii.

Right off the bat you knew Steve Harrington would be trouble. Being friends with him again would inevitably hurt you...hurt him too. But you found yourself far too often, pushing that aside because of how much you cared for him. You worked well with each other, but you also knew that when the two of you were together, you were two fires, beautifully glowing together, until someone went too far and got burned.

You knew this, you knew it better than anything...and yet it wasn’t until the day Steve hurt Dustin, that he upset Dustin more than you’d ever seen him before, that you couldn’t unsee it. Dustin was your everything, and you’d be damned if Steve Harrington hurt your little brother.

That afternoon, he’d yelled...oh god had he yelled. Steve had just gotten back from seeing his parents, and he was completely on edge. They’d cursed him out, told him he had no future. Told him that he was a disappointment, a failure. And for the first time in his life, his father had hit him. It was quick, one harsh punch to the face and Steve was out of there faster than he’d ever raced out of his house. It was always a house...never a home, like yours was. You and Dustin had each other, you were each other’s homes, and Steve was alone. (You wouldn’t find out about what happened until much later, but by then, you’d already jumped fiercely to protect your little brother)....

It’s all quiet at the Henderson household until Dustin comes bounding out your front door, seeing Steve’s car parked out in front of your house, and starts asking if he wants to go to Mike’s and play some DnD with the Party. Steve tries to remain calm. He really does.

But Dustin keeps asking and asking, pulling Steve out of his car, and Steve just....snaps. “Dustin, do you ever think maybe I don’t want to hang out with you?”

Dustin’s eyes are wide open now, shock evident in his features. “Steve-” He recoils.

“No seriously Dustin.” Steve gestures, slightly aggressive, posture stiff and clearly frustrated. “Do you ever think that I’m just friends with you,” he moves his fingers, signalling air quotes around the word friends, “because your mother asked me to be? Because your sister wants me to be?”

He doesn’t mean it...more than anything he doesn’t mean it, but he can’t help the words from falling from his lips. It’s as if he needs to find someone to blame for his failures, and that person right now, in this moment, is Dustin Henderson: his best friend. He loves Dustin, it’s a love he’s never felt before, brotherly and wholesome...but Steve Harrington is nothing if not the King of destroying good, solid relationships.

You’re standing at your front door, listening to the exchange, and it’s certainly not what you expected from Steve. Even from a distance, you can see the tears threatening to leave your brother’s eyes as he fights to hold them back. Steve is now another person on the long list of people that have betrayed Dustin, that clearly don’t want him around. He’d already experienced having a father leave him...you don’t know if he could take losing a brother too.

“Dustin.” You storm down your front steps and out towards Steve and your brother. “Go inside.”

“But (Y/n)-” He tries.

“Just go inside.” You point at him gently, showing him that you’re not mad at him. The only person you’re angry with, is Steve. “I’ll be in in a few.”

Dustin nods his head solemnly, agreeing almost silently, before giving you a quiet, “okay.”

“You,” you point at Steve, venom in your tone. “In the car. Now.”

Steve obeys, watching as you open the car door and jump in the passenger seat. “Henderson.” He starts, using your last name. He only does that to tease you, or when he’s uncomfortable, and clearly in this circumstance, it’s the latter.

“Just drive.”

“Where?” He asks timidly.

“Somewhere quiet.” You reply.

And Steve knows exactly where to go. Just off the edge of Hawkins, and a couple minutes of a walk into the woods, there’s a wide clearing that he goes to when he needs to clear his mind. He knows that you’ve been to it many times....you were actually the one to bring Steve there once, and he can’t help the fear that creeps up in his chest.

The car ride is only around fifteen minutes, but it’s the longest fifteen minutes of Steve’s life. You haven’t said anything, and neither has he, not wanting to cause a scene out in public. But when you get there, car parked, having found your way into the clearing, Steve feels the adrenaline rush of fear shoot through him, and he’s sure he can feel the anger radiating off you.

“What the fuck Harrington?” Your eyes shoot daggers at him.

He stutters his way through a response. “I-I do-don’t know.”

This is how it starts: you’re angry and he’s terrified. And you have every right to be angry, but soon enough, Steve’s fear will morph into his own anger, and he doesn’t want that to happen. So he tries to remain afraid...but how long that will last, he doesn’t know.

“What’s gotten into you Steve?” You ask, seething at him.

“I’m sorry.” He replies, feeling his own anger starting to rise.

You wave off his apology with a scoff. “I’m not the one you should be apologizing to. I mean, how could you do that to Dustin?” You ask, genuine curiosity in your voice. “Do you know how much he loves you? And after everything he’s been through...I-I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get him to trust another man like he trusts you.”

“Well it shouldn’t be my responsibility to take care of him.” You’ve struck a nerve he didn’t know you could hit, and now Steve’s tone is ice cold, removed from himself.

“Take care of him?” You shout incredulously. “Holy shit, who do you think you are?”

Steve takes a step toward you menacingly. “Well I’m just his goddamn babysitter aren’t I? Because your mother’s too busy to do it herself.”

That’s a low blow and he knows it, but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s already said it. You can hear his breathing, ragged and rushed, surely it matches your own. And you’re fuming. All you can see is red.

“You haven’t changed at all Harrington.” You snarl darkly. “You’re the same asshat, same arrogant, pompous King of Hawkins that you once were, that you always were. And I hated you then Steve! I hated you!”

You’re saying the one thing that he knows can break him: You haven’t changed. You’re still the same. Your parents are right about you. You’ll never amount to anything. And it feels like you’re giving up on him, just like his parent did. Just like everyone else does.

“And if you haven’t changed now, then I guess I still hate you.”

That’s all it takes for Steve to choke out a sob. He’s fallen to his knees, breathing erratic and panicked.

Fighting with Steve isn’t rational. You know you should’ve figured out why he lashed out at Dustin before you lashed out at him. It’s a vicious cycle of rage that could’ve been avoided, despite your anger being warranted. You’re a firm believer that there’s always a reason for things, and right now you just wished you had have waited to find out that reason, because maybe you wouldn’t be in this position right now.

You’re in a state of shock and denial at the man before you. He looks broken, like a little boy beaten down by his parents (unknowingly, this is exactly how Steve feels...exactly why he’s acting the way he’s acting). Your breathing softens and your gaze lowers to him. Why did you say those things? You didn’t think they could hurt him that much. If you’re being honest, you’ve never seen Steve this distraught, and it’s something you’re sure you never want to see again.

“My parents.” He manages to choke out, as you kneel beside him. “I saw my parents.” He says louder. And you’re now just noticing the deep purple bruise forming around his left eye. How could you not have noticed? Did your anger truly blind you to his pain?

“Steve.” You place you’re hand gently on his shoulder. “Did your father do this to you?”

He nods, wiping away the tears before saying, “He’s never done it before. But he was just so angry. I’ve never seen him like that.”

You notice how he avoids directly confirming that his father had hit him. He doesn’t want to believe it happened, and you can understand why...because admitting it directly, makes it more real. “Oh.” You mumble in response, not quite sure what to say.

“He said I’d never be worth anything. That’d I’d always be the son they never wanted.” He pulls his face into his hands, sucking a long breath in. “And I know it shouldn’t bother me, but it hurts. It just hurts so much.”

“Oh Steve.” You pull him into your touch, embracing him softly. “I’m so sorry.”

“And I didn’t mean to hurt Dustin.” He says, a wave of hurt rushing through him. “That’s the last thing I’d ever want to do. I just, I snapped.”

You bring your fingers to his chin, tilted his head towards your face. “I know.” You whisper. “I’ll tell him that. And you know he’ll always forgive you. He loves you too much to let you go.”

Your heart races as you wrap him in your embrace, trying gently to calm him down, to reassure him of his place in your family. It’s in that moment that you realize just how much you love him. Like the day you’d searched for Dart, it’s sudden and gradual, but now that you’ve truly realized it, things are surely about to change. And hopefully for the better.

Holy fuck...you’re in love with Steve Harrington.

iv.

It’s been nearly a year since your spat with Steve (and since you realized you were in love with Steve, but let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves...) and a lot of shit has happened since. One major addition to your make shift family of misfits and losers (as you like to call it) is Robin Buckley. Oh how Robin had changed your life...

She’d come into it at just the right time. Steve had gotten a summer job at Scoop’s Ahoy, while you had gotten a job at the Gap. It was the only one available, and you weren’t entirely picky as long as the job paid. The bright side of said job though, was using your breaks to come and visit Steve (and vice versa), get some free ice cream (Steve always insisted that you never pay), and most importantly, you got to meet Robin Buckley.

It’s something that must be said: Robin Buckley is no fool. She knows that, you know that, everybody in the entirety of Hawkins knows that. It’s clear as day how in love with each other you and Steve are...and when she continuously tells you that, you never believe her. (She tells Steve the same thing, multiple times a day, and he never seems to believe her either). Since your fight, and specifically since you made up, you and Steve have never been closer. (All the more reason for Robin to pester you about being in love with each other...). You guess you can also blame the whole battle of star court mall shit (included with crazy secret Russians and everything)....it had made you a lot closer. Shared trauma will do that to you...

But now, you, Steve, and Robin work at the video store, and your love for Steve certainly hasn’t gone away. You’re getting pretty terrible at hiding it, or at least you think so, (and Robin does too).

“If you keep staring at him like that, your jaw’s going to fall off.” She grins cheekily at you. You’re watching Steve as he intently listens to Dustin and Mike animatedly talk about some movie they’re desperate to watch.

“Shut up Robin.” You shoot back at her, folding your arms across your chest. “I’m not staring.”

She dismisses you with the wave of her hand. “You know, if you really like him, there’s this thing you could try.” She pauses as you gesture for her to continue. “It’s called asking him out dingus.”

Usually Robin reserves the ‘dingus title’ for Steve only, but today the honour is yours. “I know.” You sigh. “But I can’t do that. It’ll only make things weird.”

“Even if you really want to kiss him?” She asks, placing the emphasis on really.

“Even if I really want to kiss him.” You reply, letting out a wanting sigh.

“Even if he really wants to kiss you?” She pushes with a smirk on her face.

“Even if he.....What?” You squeak in surprise, having not expected her question.

At your exclamation, Steve quickly glances over to you and Robin. He tilts his head with a confused expression on his face, before giving you both a cheery smile. When Robin turns her head after waving him off, and flipping him the bird, he sends you a devilish wink. It sends shivers down your spine, and you try desperately to send him back a semi-composed smile of your own. God, you really do want to kiss him...

It’s officially a fact. You’re in love with Steve Harrington, and there’s no getting out of it.

You and Steve are sitting on the front steps to your house, waiting for Dustin to bike his way home from Mike’s. The sun is setting, it’s quiet and peaceful. Something you haven’t experienced much since Dustin brought Steve back into your life. Despite the lack of normalcy in the past couple of years, you wouldn’t trade it for anything. You’ve gained a best friend, someone you can trust more than anyone in the world (besides your brother of course)....And you’ve fallen in love. Not that Steve knows. But you’re grateful to him all the same, for showing you what falling in love can feel like.

“You ever think about us?” Steve asks suddenly. It’s a question you’re not sure how to interpret.

“Us?” You lift your head from his shoulder curiously.

“Yeah, like-“ He sits up, facing you now, hands gesturing widely. “Like us, us. Together us.” He says. “Like what would’ve happened if you hadn’t forgiven me...if Dustin hadn’t forgiven me. Would we still be close?”

“Oh.” You trail off. That’s what he meant. You, Dustin, and Steve ‘us’. For a second you thought he actually might love you too. “I don’t know.” You admit.

He ponders your response for a second. “I’m glad you forgave me. That you both forgave me.”

You’re glad you forgave him too. After what his parents had said to him, you couldn’t imagine letting him go back to them that night. All alone, and terrified. You’re even more glad that Dustin had taken to forgiving him so quickly. All Steve had to do was apologize, briefly explaining that he wasn’t in the right mind set, and Dustin ran straight to Steve, engulfing him in the largest hug. Dustin had told Steve that he loved him that day. Steve had said it back. Something you’re not sure you’ll ever have the courage to do. But it warmed your heart to see Dustin open his heart to someone else.

“You’re a good person.” You state.

You say it with so much meaning, but it’s a sentence Steve doubts about himself everyday. He loves Dustin, he loves you, (he’s in love with you really), and he’d do anything for the two of, but he doesn’t feel like a good person. More or less, he’s often afraid that he’ll turn back into who he used to be, the Steve that had all the girls, and all the friends in the world, but still felt lonelier than he’d ever felt.

“I don’t-” He starts. “What if I’m not? I mean, what if what you said a year ago is true?” You can hear the insecurity, the anxiety in his tone. “What if I haven’t changed?”

“You have.” You reassure him. “You,” You point to him seriously, trying desperately to convince him, as you bring your hand gently to his cheek, “You are a good person Steve Harrington.”

Steve’s eyes flicker down to your lips. He wants to kiss you....more than anything in the world he wants to kiss you, but is that what you want too?

“I meant it when I asked if you ever thought about us.” He says as you remove your hand from his cheek. “I think about it all the time.” He reveals. “What it would be like if you loved me like I love you. If you loved me the way I love you.”

Your eyebrows raise at his words. “I have.” You state, before realizing the tense you’re speaking in. Have means past tense...you’ve certainly been thinking about it in the present. “I do.” You clarify.

“And.” Steve implores hopefully.

“I guess I was just scared to say anything because if you didn’t feel the same way...” you trail off. “I just couldn’t risk it.”

Steve’s voice is soft, like silk and honey. “But I do feel the same way.”

Your eyes search his for any sign of doubt. When you don’t find any, a beaming smile breaks out onto your face. “You do?”

“I always have.” He confirms, placing a hand on your cheek. “Can I kiss you?”

It’s a question you never thought Steve would ask you, one you dreamed about so often, wishing that maybe he could feel the same way. That familiar flutter that you’d become so accustomed to when you’re around Steve is back. And this time, it’s much stronger. Because it’s filled with hope, knowing that this is actually going to happen. He does feel the same way.

You nod your head in response before Steve leans down to meet your lips. His kiss is sweet and gentle, and while you’re not sure if it’s perfect to him, it is perfect to you. You’re putting all your love into this kiss, hoping that he understands just what you’re trying to say through it.

You take a quick breath before his lips are back on yours, this time more comfortably. Steve is confident about his actions, a hand resting on your waist, and the other still gracing your cheek. He can feel you smiling into the kiss as you begin to pull away once again, a joyful laugh bubbling in your throat.

“I love you (Y/n) Henderson.” He breathes. And you know it’s true. You can see it in the way he looks at you, so much so that you’re sure he can see just how much you love him through your gaze as well. “I’m in love with you.”

“I love you.” You respond, heart full of freedom and joy. “And just so you know...” you trail off, remembering the words you said to him nearly two years ago, “this Steve Harrington character, he really is hot....and a pretty damn good kisser.”

You let out a sigh, resting your head back on Steve’s shoulder. You’re both very content, breathing steady and calm. And it’s honestly quite fitting, the way your relationship is to begin, sitting on the front steps to your house, waiting for Dustin. Dustin had reintroduced you to each other, after all those years, bringing your friendship back to a blossom. He’s the reason you allowed yourself to fall for Steve in the first place, so it’s entirely convenient that you’ll spend your first moments as a couple in love, waiting to reintroduce your relationship to Dustin. He had made it possible after all....

And if there’s one thing you and Steve both know for sure, it’s that Dustin will approve. He’s been waiting for this for two years, watching you dance around each other and fall in love, (you also know that Robin will be overjoyed too...). And the most important thing of all: Steve had found a true home, and that home was with you and Dustin.

Steve Harrington will always be a Henderson (if not by birth or blood, then certainly by love), no matter what. And you’d always love him for it.

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mrsbarnes107 · 4 years ago

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Secret of the Widow

-part six-

Summary: Post Endgame time period. The team is healing, trying to navigate this new normal they’ve found themselves in when Bucky and Sam bring home a stray with an attitude and a secret. Will the broken team take her in? Or is it too much to bare?

Warnings: language, *eventual* violence and smut, death, fluff, angst

Pairings: Bucky x OC

Disclaimer: this is posted to Wattpad as well and it WILL HAVE PLOT. I’m a Bucky hoe so there will be smut and romancy stuff but this is a series, so plot plot plot.

Forty-five minutes later I walk out of my still steaming bathroom. I wish I could thank Tony for the never ending hot water and place to live, it's a nice change in routine.

I wish I could thank him for a lot of things.

I give myself a little shake. No sappy moments, not right now.

With a lighter step, I throw on some baggy sweatpants and a tank top, leaving my hair to air dry. I'm pretty sure a good first impression was thrown out the window already anyways.

With a final nod in the mirror, I leave the sanctuary of my room and give myself to the wolves.

As I enter the kitchen, the smell of cheeseburgers and salty fries hits me. I'm almost certain I let out a tiny moan, but I'm going to deny it if asked.

"Hey Ali, grab some food and come sit by me sweetie." Wanda yelled from the table, not even glancing at me, unlike the rest of the group.

Banner still seems reserved, like he doesn't know how he's suppose to respond to the news of my existence. Clint on the other hand looks like he has something to talk about, sad curiosity all over his features.

Having not eaten in the last two days, I'm positive I could inhale more of these beautiful beef buns than even Barnes can, who is currently sitting with three burger on his plate and a mountain of fries. Okay well maybe not him, but Wilson for sure. The mans pretty scrawny.

After getting my food, I plop down in the seat between Wanda and Bucky, immediately tearing into my food. Etiquette be damned.

"So where's Petey? He and I have some unfinished business." I'm pretty sure I just heard Barnes try to cover a small chuckle with a cough. I should probably not talk with my mouth full, at least not during my first ever meal with the team.... whoops.

"He's attending MIT, following Tony's footsteps apparently, so he went off somewhere to study his big book of boring." Wilson didn't even bat an eye while answering.

The room settled in silence for a few minutes. It was not a comfortable one at all.

With a loud sigh I set my wonderful, heavenly, beautiful burger down. "Okay. Spit it out. This silence is strangling me and I'm trying to enjoy this God sent meal in peace."

Sam chuckled quietly, wiping his mouth free from the mustard smeared everywhere. "Okay tiny Tony calm down."

That's the second time today I've been compared to Tony. Each time my heart breaks a little. It's nice though, having a part of him so apparent in me that they see it despite meeting me less than five hours ago.

"So you and Stark were close, obviously, Nat is your mom, still weird, and you know Barnes pretty well by the looks of it."

I pop a few fries in my mouth before answering. Mmm fried potatoes doused in salt is a glorious creation. "All of that is very true baby bird."

Barnes hides a smile as Sam glares very unthreateningly across the table at me. My fry hits him right in the nose.

This time Clint joins Bucky in choking down a laugh.

"So how well do you know Barnes here hm? You were eighteen when you met? I wonder-"

Bucky tensed up, jaw ticking away. Wanda just pursed her lips and kept quiet.

I set my hand on his metal arm. "Stand down Sarge, birdys just trying to wind you up." Bucky relaxes, nerves still on edge and eyes throwing daggers at the bird man.

I look to Sam with a raised brow. "I'm a lady Samuel, we don't kiss and tell. Did you have anything productive to ask before you got all pissy?"

He sighed in annoyance, eyes showing slight amusement. "I still want to know how you got those cuffs on us, they have no key or biometric identification. Did you see me enter the code?"

I let out a soft laugh and turned to Wanda. "You should've seen their faces, it was a beautiful sight." With a glance back at Sam I shove another bite of my burger into my mouth, talking around the food. "I worked with Stark for years dude. I have access to, and can override, anything in this building. He gave me full clearance before I could drive."

"But he never let you up here? Even when we were out on a mission?" This time it was Banner who spoke up.

With a small smile I shrugged. "We didn't want to chance me running into any of you, especially after Petey joined. He worked in the lab with me a bit and it made Tony a little wary. Plus Nat worried about Sarge here seeing me."

Buckys head snapped to me, not expecting to be brought into the conversation. "She knew I had no memories though, why would meeting me worry her enough to ban you from the upper levels?"

Our eyes locked for a few seconds before I turned away, glancing at him as I breeze past the question. "Conversation for another time Buck.... so who made dinner? Well complements to the chef Clint, this is some juicy meat."

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Dinner continued with light laughter, and small talk. The group introducing themselves and trying to welcome me into the tight knit squad. The atmosphere was kind, but I could see the change caused by the loss of their friends. A year later and the wounds are still barely even scar tissue.

I remember the times I'd be working in the lab and get bored, eventually deciding that the Avengers would be my own little reality show to pass the time. They use to be so care free, at least as much as they could be, laughter filling the halls and pranks pulled on one another. Now it's random bursts of joy until the silence relapses for a bit.

Maybe I can do some good here. At least bring a little more light into the tower, make the darkness fade a little.

Wanda and I decided to have a movie night in the living room while the guys did whatever guys do. She chose some romcom, which we inevitably verbally assaulted as the cheesy plot continued.

"So, Ali, besides Fury is there anyone else in your life?"

"Nah, there's been a few dates, but having to lie about who you are makes things difficult. Although, so does my choice in work and the fact that I'm very rarely interested in anyone enough to put in the effort." I gave her a shrug and just rolled my eyes, keeping the conversation light.

"I'm curious on the team dynamic. Tony and Steve were like the divorced parents that told everyone what to do, is it just a 'go with the flow' situation now?"

Thankfully this made her chuckle. "Apparently this family of ours can't function without parents that hate each other. Bucky and Sam are the exact same way, they've taken the mantle up themselves. But honestly we're still learning our strengths and how we fit without the old pieces."

I gave her a nod, forehead creased while I tried to picture the teams strengths and weaknesses cohesively fitting together.

It wasn't until midnight when we decided to get some sleep, setting plans to go shopping after lunch the next day.

The bed was more comfortable than anything I've ever had the absolute pleasure of laying upon, but I still couldn't pass the hell out.

I just grunted in very extreme annoyance, despite this being a normal occurrence, and rolled out of bed.

After a quick stop to the kitchen to make some tea, I made my way to Tony's lab.

It looked just as it did the last time I was here, seven years ago Thanos time I suppose.

Walking around the large space, knowing that Tony won't be strutting in yelling about his genius breakthrough after his twelfth coffee of the morning, or having him standing over my shoulder as he teaches me the new mechanics of his suit, well it's surreal.

The room doesn't even feel like him anymore. This lab was once a place that brought me a sense of comfort and home, a place where his laugh encompassed the very life of the room, where his sarcasm bounced of the walls in never ending jabs. Now it is just cold and empty. The joy it once held long gone.

I sit in the floor, leaned against his work table. Now realizing that tears are running down my cheeks, a quiet remembrance to a man I cared for like a father.

I don't bother to wipe the tears away, it'd feel like denying him this moment, I just sigh and rest my head against his chair. "Oh Tony, you self sacrificing idiot.. I miss you. So much. I can't believe you left me alone with Nicky, that was just cruel you know. You both did."

With a shiver I set the empty mug beside me, bringing my legs up to curl my arms around.

"Why did you always have to be so hell bent on sacrificing yourself? Everytime this world called, it was always YOU risking it all, YOU flying into a space portal, YOU getting so much hate and blame from the team, even SHIELD, all the time. I just-" a chocked sob surprises me as I realize this is the first time I've talked to him, really talked, in six years.

"You had everything T, a wife, a baby, me and Petey. And they asked you to give it all up, yet this world barely gives you the recognition you deserve. Steve walks out and just leaves, after so much death, so much that needs cleaned up, he makes the most selfish decision i have ever seen, and yet is grieved more than you are. He walked out on his best friend, left the team already broken, and had the audacity to think he was owed that selfishness. A man who gave up everything and asked for nothing in return, overshadowed by the man who had nothing and was handed everything." I let out an angry little chuckle.

"This world is so backwards and cruel. Now I'm left in it alone. What am I suppose to do T? This place, these people, there's no light here anymore. And I just- it's just- it's so hard Tony. My parents are gone and I'm alone and I miss you so much. Being here breaks my heart. Every second I'm within these walls, knowing I'll never hear your laugh, your encouragement or sassy remarks, never walk in to AC/DC blasting while your passed out at your table. Every second I'm here hurts T. I just- I miss you so much dad and I'll never get to tell you how much I love you."

If I hadn't had my eyes closed, or been in the middle of an impressive mental breakdown, I might have heard the footsteps approaching long ago. But my tears brought sleep to me quickly and everything went black.

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ad1thi · 4 years ago

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frequent (emergency room) flyer | AU-gust Day 6: Hospital AU

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i wrote this a while back, and a couple of people seemed interested in more, so here is another piece in that AU. tagging @m-e-i-c-h-a-n, @severelytinyeagle and @warmachinesocks (who was the original prompter) and im sorry if you asked for a continuation and didn’t get tagged. note: this can be read a stand-alone fic (but reading the original ficlet will help)

I’m begging you, please help me out here and get me something edible, I’m so tired of hospital food (from this prompt list)

After his first visit, Bucky isn't expecting to see Tony again. Despite how garish the burns had looked on his arms, the actual injury itself had thankfully not been that bad - and Tony only needed to come in one more time for a check in, just to make sure everything was healing well. It was a short visit, nothing to write home about and Bucky privately wished that the injuries had been a bit more severe.

Not too severe, because he didn't want Tony hurting himself, but severe enough that it warranted a couple more visits. Of course he kept that particular inclination to himself, because it wasn't normal to want your crush to be hurt and it was unbecoming for a doctor to want an injured patient, but it was there - in the back of his mind.

When Steve pages him a month later and tells him that he's got a repeat customer, and he ducks into A&E to see a familiar mop of hair; he's secretly pleased.

"What are we looking at?" he asks Steve, holding his hand out for the chart. Steve passes it over with a grim face, "His roommate brought him in. He was unconscious. Apparently he's been locked up in his lab for the past week, and when his roommate went to check on it - he was slumped against his desk. We managed to get him conscious again, and it looks like a case of a lack of food and drink."

Instantly, Bucky regrets the way he felt when he first found out that Tony was back in A&E. He nods sharply at Steve, and pulls back the curtain to see a pale Tony on the bed, and a black kid who can't be more than a few years older than Tony standing near the side of the bed.

"Bucky!" he croaks when he looks up, lips stretching out into a wide smile. He pulls at the black kid's sweater, "Rhodey look - it’s Bucky!"

"I can see that Tones," Rhodey says in a wry tone, and holds his hand out for Bucky to shake. "James Rhodes, but this punk likes to call me Rhodey."

"Doctor James Barnes," he says back, "also cursed with a bestfriend who gives out terrible nicknames. You must be James the original."

Tony gives him an indecipherable look, "You remembered."

Bucky can't tell him that he's played the weekend that Tony was in the hospital in his mind on repeat, revisiting the memories like they’re treasure, so instead he clears his throat and asks, "So what brings you to my neck of the woods this time?"

Tony opens his mouth to reply, but Rhodey beats him, "He doesn't know how to eat. Don't even start with me Tones you know it's true. Doctor," he turns to Bucky with pleading eyes, "maybe you can knock some sense into him. Explain to him that human beings need sustenance three times a day and they can't survive on coffee and ramen."

Bucky frowns, "You've only been having ramen and coffee? Tony you need vitamins, you need protein. While it's possible that you just fainted because of hunger, I'm going to keep you around for a couple of days. Run some tests to make sure you haven't given yourself scurvy."

His lips twist into a pout, and Bucky has to tamp down the urge to lean down and kiss it off his face. "This is all your fault," he glares at Rhodey mulishly, "I'm stuck in a hospital instead of at my lab like I should be. All you had to do was splash some water on me and this whole thing could've been avoided."

"I did, you didn't wake up" Rhodey says, obviously not rising to Tony's bait. He oddly reminds Bucky of himself, back when Steve wasn't a hunkering man made of muscles and Bucky had to wrestle his four foot ass in bed because he couldn't go five steps without dissolving into a coughing fit. "Besides, what're you complaining about? Now you've got all this free time to ogle at the doctor you've been talking my ear off about for a month."

Tony's cheeks pink, and Bucky excuses himself before he does something he's going to regret.

(Like find out exactly what Tony's been saying about him to his bestfriend)

Thankfully, Tony doesn't seem to have any serious illnesses apart from a mild case of dehydration and malnutrition; but Bucky keeps him under observation to be sure just in case. He's heard horror stories of students cracking under the pressure at MIT and almost starving themselves to death, and he's got a special interest in making sure that Tony doesn't become one of those horror stories.

Besides, he's fairly certain that Tony can afford the medical bills.

The downside of Tony not being at high risk of death is that Bucky can't justify visiting him often. So he does the next best thing, he assigns Steve to Tony. It's standard hospital procedure to have a nurse dedicated to their VIP patients, and it soothes something inside Bucky to know that Stevie is looking out for him.

What he fails to take into account, is the fact that Steve and Tony are remarkably similar people, and are therefore bound to clash.

"I can't take it anymore!" Steve bursts into his office, interrupting what was promising to be an extremely rewarding fifteen minutes of sleep at his desk, "He's so - UGH!"

Steve tugs at his hair, and Bucky gestures at the couch in his office, wincing when Steve slumps against it face-first.

"Use your big boy words Stevie," he says in what he hopes is a calming tone, "Who's got you so worked out?"

"Your ickle Tony," Steve props his head up and says in a scathing voice, "Is the most infuriating person I have ever had the misfortune of meeting. It's like he wants to die. I don't know what you see in him Buck, honest to god, he drives me crazy."

"What did he do?"

"He refuses to eat!" Steve moans, but when he notices the expression on Bucky's face he backtracks a little, "He eats, but like ridiculously small amounts. His tray is never empty, and one time - I even caught him shovelling food under his plate to make it look like he'd eaten it. The kid is going to kill himself if he goes on like this."

Bucky wants to go over there right now, but he's got patients that can't wait. "I'll visit him after my rounds today," he promises, "find out what's going on."

When he enters the suite that they've put Tony in, he's in the middle of a very heated conversation on his phone. His skin is no longer pale, flushed full with colour, but he's still too skinny for Bucky's comfort.

"No Pep I -" he looks over when the door slides open, and his face transforms into a smile, "Bucky! Pep, let me call you right back."

Whoever it is on the other line is clearly not happy about Tony cutting the line on them because he hears the beginning of what sounds like yelling - but Tony ends the call before they can get anywhere. He cocks his head and bats his eyes at Bucky, "What can I do for my favourite doctor?'

"I'm your only doctor Tony," Bucky says with a chuckle, "Nobody else is willing to treat you." It isn't a lie, but it isn't the complete truth either. Bucky is Tony's only doctor, but only because he put dibs on any future Tony related visits. So it wasn't that nobody else was willing to treat Tony, it was more that Bucky wasn't willing to let anyone else treat Tony.

"So, what's this I hear about you not eating food? Keeping you under observation for malnutrition is counter-productive if you're not eating Tony." Tony frowns at that, his face twisting like he's had something sour.

He hears out and clasps Bucky's hands, looking up at him with wide eyes, "You have to help me. You gotta get me out of here. They keep trying to make me eat hospital food," he says 'hospital food' in a hushed tone, like he's worried Stevie is going to jump out with a tray and shove it down his throat.

(Knowing Stevie, it was completely possible)

"Tony," he says gently, "You have to eat. It's for your own good. You're dangerously low on vitamins and protein, and if we don't get that stuff in your system you could be running the risk of serious illness. Then you'll be shackled to a hospital room for the rest of your life, with no choice but to eat hospital food."

Tony contemplates that for a second, brows furrowing in concentration. "Okay, how about a compromise? I'll eat hospital food, two times out of the day, if you smuggle me in a cheeseburger for lunch."

"How about this? You eat hospital food all times of the day, and I'll buy you a cheeseburger when we discharge you?"

"You mean like a date?" Bucky suddenly becomes intimately aware that Tony is still holding his hand, "You asking me out on a date Doc?"

Bucky wants to say no, he knows that he's supposed to say no, but what comes out is, "Not yet."

Tony's face twists at that, before smoothening out in comprehension, "It's because I'm your patient isn't it. There's rules about this stuff, ethics or whatever."

"I could lose my license over it," Bucky admits, "not to mention that you're still in college."

"I'm a master's student," Tony says breezily, "I'm older than I look. I turn 22 this May. So how long?" Bucky makes a quizzical noise at him and he explains, "How long until it's okay for you to date a patient?"

"6 months," Bucky rubs the back of his neck with his free hand, "There's a bit of debate on it, but six months is pretty standard."

Tony nods, "I can do six months. I can wait six months."

"You have to stay out of the hospital for six months," Bucky says weakly, "No malnourishment, no lab accidents, you can't even get a scrape on your elbow, otherwise I could get written up."

"I can do that," Tony says confidently, and Bucky knows that he should talk him out of it, but he smiles toothily at Bucky, and he's gone, "I can wait six months for you. Can you?"

"Six months," Bucky says back, and it feels like a promise.

Fin

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hollywillows · 5 years ago

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cat - steve harrington x female henderson!reader

you hadn't stopped much to think about your cat, mews. your brother, dustin, who clearly hadn't learned anything about monsters in the past year, had brought a small alien creature into your home. dustin had chosen to name it dart, and kept it in his room. you didn't know much about dart until dustin came to you screaming that dart had eaten mews. you didn't have much time to be distraught over the death of your cat, because you were worried about getting the creature the hell out of your house and away from your brother. you and dustin had managed to get dart out of the house and into the storm cellar.

that was when you promptly called your boyfriend, steve. steve made his way over to your house as quickly as he could, understanding that you could be in danger. after you and your brother had explained the situation, steve was ready to fight dart. dart, nowhere to be found, had to be hunted down. dustin's other friends became a part of the crew, and you found that dart had some baby demogorgon friends (dustin referred to them as demodogs). your group had gone down into the upside down tunnels, setting the place on fire and making it back home safe.

the return home was always the happiest and best part of the movies. sadly, this wasn't one of the movies that you and dustin watched together. this was real life, and everyone had been too busy with other things to stop and think about what they'd lost. sure, eleven had come back, but bob newby had died. and, as bad as it sounded next to joyce's boyfriend dying, your cat had died. you and dustin didn't have the heart to tell your mother about anything that had happened, so you let her believe that mews was just nowhere to be found.

but you did know the truth, that your cat had been ripped apart by a baby demogorgon. most would assume that you blamed your brother for this, but you didn't blame dustin for anything. although, he did need to learn not to bring random slugs into the house. you had tried looking on the brightside; you were alive, as was your brother, and so was your beloved boyfriend.

that beloved boyfriend cared about you. a lot. at first, you just thought he was afraid you'd leave him, so he was just wanting to cuddle and be protective. but after dating for over a year, steve harrington hadn't changed his behavior. the boy was, to say the least, smitten, and willing to do absolutely anything to make you happy and show you that he cared.

steve first dropped by your house less than a week after the events. you were excited to see him, because you had been crying your eyes out. steve noticed, and held you in a warm embrace. he smelled good, (I HATE MYSELF FOR THAT LANSKLAHJHAISHF) and so you were quickly calmed down. after a few minutes of crying, you looked up at steve.

his eyes were always so soft when he looked at you, like you were precious glass he never wanted to break. but, sometimes, steve would look at you with pure adoration. like when you'd step infront of him to help the kids, or you'd swing his bat at a demodog. again, the boy was smitten. steve's eyes were soft as he looked at you then. "hey, are you okay? what's going on?"

"if i tell you, you're going to laugh." you insisted, causing steve to shake his head, and ramble about how he would never laugh at anything that made you upset. you silenced him when you started speaking, explaining to him that you missed your cat. the boy didn't laugh, he just took your wrist and led you to the couch where he sat down.

steve wasn't saying anything, just thinking. when you were about to ask if he was okay, he spoke. "well, perhaps i could aMEWS you with some jokes. or, we could turn on some MEWSic"

your eyes got wide and you shook your head quickly. "steve, no." a light chuckle played through your words, and steve just grinned his gorgeous grin, knowing he was already making you feel better.

"what," steve began, looking at the ceiling, "is a cat's favorite color?" he looked to you, and when you didn't respond, he gave you the answer. "purr-ple!" you groaned and put your head in your hands, though you were smiling. "why can't a leopard play hide and seek?" you mumbled a small 'why' and steve continued. "because it's always spotted!"

you looked up. "that one was worse." you giggled.

"okay, okay, one more." steve thought for a minute before he gave his final joke. "what did the cat say after eating two robins laying out in the sun?" steve looked over to you in amusement. "'i just love baskin' robbins!'" you burst out laughing, falling into steve's arms as you both laughed until your sides hurt.

"thank you, steve."

"for what?"

"for having stupid jokes that always make me laugh." you said, head resting on his chest. steve looked down at you with a smile.

"that's what i'm here for, right?"

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lucky-peoqle · 6 years ago

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dating steve and being dustin's sister would include...

OKAY HI THIS IS MY FIRST ONE OF THESE EVER SO IF YOU LIKED IT AND WANT MORE PLS TELL ME

season 1

you and steve aren't dating yet, y'all are kinda enimes in a way

you being friends with the party

og babysitter for them

besties with jonathan

helping to boys find will the night they find eleven

you go over to the wheelers to make sure mike gets to he's safe

you see steve trying to sneak into nancy's room

you roll your eyes

he waves and acts like he's doing nothing

you go back to the two boys with mike

people think you and jon are dating

when steve has jon's camera you run up to them telling him to knock it off

"knock it off steve, give it back."

"or what, henderson? or what?"

when he drops jon's camera you slap him across the face.

he lowkey fell in love with you a bit

you tell the party you slapped steve across the face and they treat you like a queen

walking into the allyway with jon and nance when 'nancy the slut wheeler' was written on the movie theater

"oh look, it's nancy the slut wheeler and the creepy couple."

you get all up in his face

"what. the. fuck. harrington."

you try to punch him but jon and nancy pull you back.

cheering jonathan on when him and steve fight

the night the demogorgan attack you go with jon and nance to the byers.

opening the door when steve comes over

"hey y/n, is uh, is nancy here?"

"steve, go home it's not safe."

him walking in anyway.

when the demogorgan attacks you almost get eaten but steve wacks the damn thing before it can

"thanks harrington."

"no problem henderson."

when you find out will had been found you cry. hard.

when you meet up with dustin and the party again you hug them all so tight, but dustin tighter

before steve leaves the hospital you stop him

"uh, thanks for saving my ass back there at the byers."

"yeah, don't worry about it."

y'all smile at each other

then he leaves

season 2

you and steve haven't talked since that night

but you do share glances

the first time he talked to you that year was:

billy's arms around your waist

you're uncomfortable telling him to stop

he asks you to tina's party

you say no

you asks you on a date

"hey asshole! she said leave her alone."

steve.

"whatever." billy shakes his head and leaves

"thanks harrington."

"yeah, don't wention it."

walks away lol awkward.

going as a female ghostbuster with the party!!

max instantly loves you tbh

you leave a bit early then the rest of the group

when dustin gets home he bursts into you room

"what the fuck dusty?"

"shut up i found a world changing discovery!"

shows you dart.

"wHAT THE FUCK IS THAT"

"SHHHH mom with hear you!"

"what's going on in there?"

"nothing mom!!"

when dart eats mews you cry

"it ate my cat?"

"please dont cry..."

going to the wheelers with dustin and see steve.

"hey harrington, what are you doing?"

"uh, going to apologize to nancy."

"she's not here."

"oh."

"STEVE DO YOU STILL HAVE THAT BAT?"

explains the plan to him

going back to your house in steve car.

you can see in the corner of your eye he keeps glancing at you.

when y'all are in the basement/cellar you see dart and scream when he runs at you

steve bashes his bat at it and runs over to you

"hey, are you okay?"

you laugh, "this is like the 3rd time you've saved me."

"yeah, yeah whatever. im a superhero i get it."

"shut up harrington."

"steve stop flirting with my sister."

you two went red oops

listening to steve's stupid advice on girls to dustin.

"don't listen to him dusty, his advice sucks ass."

"it doesn't!"

"if it doesn't then where is nancy right now huh? she's off somewhere with jon."

"can you shut it, no one asked you to butt into our conversation."

"yeah whatever harrington."

going to the junkyard with max, lucas and the two idiots.

max and you basically doing all the work

dusin and lucas are talking while steve is doing some of the work but he's also staring at you most of the time.

"steve please do something."

"yeah, uh, sorry."

you and steve going out to fight the demodogs.

"shit shit shit shit shit."

"sTEVE BEHIND YOU"

"HENDERSON LOOK OUT"

chaotic energy pls

going back onto the bus

"you called me steve."

"fuck off steve."

"say it again."

he loves the way you say his name awe

"steve."

he almost has a heart attack

"stop. flirting. with. my. sister."

"sorry."

going back to the byers and talking to steve.

when eleven comes back you hug her so tight

"who's that?"

steve whispered in you're ear.

it sent shivers down your spine i-

when billy comes into the house he corners you.

"hey princess, you didn't come to that date last week."

"i was busy."

"i doubt that."

"hey jackass, what did i tell you about leaving my girlfriend alone?"

steve punches billy.

you went super red omg.

"steve just called you his girlfriend.."

dustin grinning super wide.

"shut it dusty."

when max was driving you and mike were in the back with steve.

steve's head on your lap.

"dustin...?"

"no steve it's y/n."

calming him down when he freaks out about the car.

when y'all get to the weird hole thing you talk steve into going down with them.

"come on steve, we have to protect the kids."

"alright, fine."

you smile at him and he falls in love with you even more.

the kids thank you for talking him into it.

when y'all are in the hole and y'all run into dart.

"it's dart. dusty do something."

"yeah i got this."

when they escape and the demodogs come charging you and steve stand in fear.

"this is it, im going to die here."

steve grabs you hand.

the demodogs run past you and to the meat.

steve wraps you in the tightest hug and you're crying.

he kisses you on the top of your head.

getting out of the hole and talking tl him about billy

"steve you called me your girlfriend."

"yeah sorry, i just didn't want to see you get hurt."

"awe, you care about me harrington?"

"of course i do, idiot."

the night of the snowball you see dustin in the hallway walking to the front door.

"steve's here."

you and steve have gotten very close the past month.

"okay, i wanted to tell you you look good before you left."

"and did steve tell you his hair secrets?"

"maybe.." dustin chuckles.

its been about 30 minutes since steve took dustin and you hear a knock at the door.

you open it and see steve.

"hey y/n."

"hi steve."

"i was wondering if you wanted to hang out?"

"sure."

that night consisted of watching christmas movies and cuddling after a bit.

steve pauses the movie.

"what are you doing?"

"uh.. y/n i need to tell you something."

"oh okay.." you heart is pounding.

"you know what, fuck it."

you open your mouth to say something but before you can steve is kissing you.

it's soft and full of care and love.

you pull away needing air.

"i've loved you since you slapped him for breaking jonathan's camera."

you chuckle.

"i love you too steve, since you kinda saved my ass from the demogorgan."

falling asleep on the couch in each others arms.

dustin comes home and see you two and smiles.

"sTEVE WAKE UP"

both of you wake up.

"you forgot to pick me up."

season 3

you two are dating now yay!!

mom and dad of the party.

making fun of steve in his scoops ahoy uniform.

he rolls his eyes.

"you know you love it."

"yeah, you do look hot."

he loves to kiss you omg.

"steve don't kiss my sister in front of me."

does it anyway.

"what the fuck dude."

one night during the first nights of summer you and steve where having a prettt steamy make out session in your room.

his shirt was off and so was yours ;))

dustin walked in

" hey y/n csn i borrow- OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK."

you yell at him

"DUSTIN OUT NOW"

he zooms outta there.

back to making out lol

you are a year younger then steve so you're going into senior year.

steve reassuring you it's easy but ur not sure.

this boy loves to spoil you with ice cream.

when his parents aren't homd you come over and late night swim and cuddle on the roof looking at stars a lot.

he's so cheesy omg

when dustin comes back you giggle at there silly handshake.

"and hi babe."

kiss

"stEVE NO KISSING IN FRONT OF ME"

"let me love my girlfriend pls."

when you find out about suzie you get all protective.

"are you sure she's right for you?"

"i swear she is omf."

you and jon have been so busy you kinda stop hanging out but like you're too busy with the kids anyway.

best friends with robin omg.

when dustin and steve say that russian spies are in hawkins you laugh

then you hear the recording and you believe them oop

part of the scoops troop!!

when you get trapped in the elavator you cry.

"please don't cry babe, we're gonna be okay."

steve hugs u tight.

getting separated from steve and robin and you cry again.

"if he gets hurt i swear to god ill blow this place up."

"jesus calm down henderson."

you smile at dustin and wipe your tears.

after you got out of the vents for what felt like hours you find what looks to be a giant red block you can ride in.

"hell yeah!"

"dustin there's no key."

"shiiit."

finding a key and sitting in the back of the car thing with the deadly weapon.

"okay ready?"

"yep."

running and zapping the commies with the thing and erica is too.

after getting into the room you run up to steve and gasp.

"hi baby."

"oh hey y/n..." steve slurs.

you look at his swollen shut eye.

"jesus you're beat."

dustin getting them out and you help steve out of them room while erica and dustin help robin.

sitting in the back with robin and steve.

steve keeps putting his hand on your thigh and you hit it off.

"steve, i love you bur stop."

he stops.

getting back into the elavator and sigh at robin and steve.

steve falls of the cart and you kneel down next to him.

"he's drugged." dustin says.

"no im not dad."

you laugh.

going into the movie theaters and loosing the two idiots was no treat.

PT 2 IS OUT

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mxtantrights · 4 years ago

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˚ · · . · ✵ ✷PART TWENTY-THREE

HAWKINS, INDIANA

NOVEMBER 3, 1984

A good Saturday morning breakfast should make the dread go away. My mothers due to arrive home sometime this evening. And I feel like I'm gonna freak out. I feel like I can't keep up with this long con that Dayton wants me to keep up with.

And he's not even answering my phone calls anymore. I know he's busy at college but honestly I feel like my situation is a little more stressful than his college education.

As I'm chomping down on my last pieces of bacon I feel Mickey tap on my shoulder.

I turn around and see him all packed up like he's going somewhere. "And where the hell are you going?"

"Dustin is waiting outside, we're headed to Mikes. Come on."

I let out a groan.

But I get up anyways and head over to the coat rack. I grab whatever is closest and pull it on.

"Dad me and Mickey are going to see the other boys. See you later!" I shout.

Pushing my baby brother out the door and then letting myself out next. I shut the door- I'm not sure if my dad agreed or not but If I can't hear him then I can't get in trouble. Me and Mickey pick up our bikes and get on.

Dustin is waiting at the end of the block.

Me and Mickey decide to wait on the street while Dustin goes and gets Mike. It's been a little bit awkward between us since yesterday. I know making him tell me what was happening was a huge violation of trust and privacy and other stuff.

But all that can go to hell when his life could be in danger.

I didn't even tell him about the whole mom part.

I do not want his world to stop spinning like mine did. Never minding the fact that I don't even have all of the pieces to put it together.

In the corner of my eye I can see him staring at me. He's also been doing that since I told him. That part is getting annoying.

"Mickey I was going to tell you when I had all the information. I swear."

All I can hear him hum a response. Not a nice one.

"Look I didn't even know what happened to me okay? Dayton was the one that started all of this Nancy Drew shit. And he's not even here to help me with it." I try explain to him.

He's silent for a few.

Then he rolls his bike in front of me. "Well I'm here. I can help you."

He's such a little kid sometimes. Even though I want to stop it, a smile forms on my face. "Okay then Michelangelo. I'll take your help."

"Stop calling me that Jessica."

I almost trip off my bike.

"What the fuck that is not my name. Don't even try that shit with me." I wag my finger in his face as he laughs at me.

I see Dustin coming back our way with no Mike. But I can't say anything about it because a car is pulling up to us. I push Mickey over to the side a bit to get him out of the way and drop my bike. What I wasn't expecting was The King of Hawkins to come barreling out with flowers.

He's headed fast to the front door when Dustin stops him.

Out of nowhere Dustin grabs his flowers and walks over to his car, signaling us to come over. Mickey drops his bike and so do I as we meet at the BMW. I keep thinking to myself that his car does not make him an asshole.

It's not much use.

Dustin opens the passenger side door and Mickey is just following his lead and climbing in the back seat. I hold the door open, not going in just yet.

What the fuck?

I bend my head into the car.

"Mickey what the-" I start but then Steve is walking back to the car, to the driver's side. I look at Dustin in the passenger seat. "Dude what are we doing?"

He turns around with sass. "Jessie just get in the car."

Steve gets in, not without tossing a look my way.

My eyes widen in annoyance but I'm gonna have to roll with it. Mickeys in the car so guess what that means. I'm in the car.

I slump into the backseat and shut the door. I can't believe I'm in Harrington's car with two kids who are driving me up the wall! I have to be back before my mother gets home. I can't give her a reason to ground me again.

Steve asks what this whole spontaneous road trip is all about and Dustin explains it. The little pet he kept in his house is not some normal little animal. It's grown in size and it's on the loose.

It's dark outside.

That much is confirmed.

Not much on Dustin's little pet though.

We're all sitting in silence as the radio plays. I tried to do some light talking before but- it didn't go well. Let's just say I found out that Steve and Nancy are broken up. That's why he was coming to her house with flowers.

I shut my mouth after that.

"Wait a sec. How big?" Steve asks Dustin.

Dustin holds out his fingers at a length. "First it was like this," He moves his hands away father from each other. "Now he's like this."

"I sweat to God, man, it's just some little lizard, okay?"

"It's not a lizard."

"How do you know?"

"How do I know it's not?"

"How do you know it's not just a lizard?"Steve's voice raises a couple volumes.

"Because his face opened up and he ate my cat." Dustin says casually. Like it was just a casual thing to say. Oh yeah his cat got eaten.

Wait a fuc-

"It ate Mews?! Dustin! Why didn't you tell me that?!" I shout at him from the backseat.

He turns around to talk to me. "Because I knew you would freak out."

"Of course I'm freaking out! This thing is on the loose and it ate your cat!" I yelled back at him, realizing that it wasn't really his fault. He didn't eat his own cat. That'd be weird. I calm down a bit. "Sorry. Just-"

"I know. I get it." He turns back.

There's a beat of silence between us again.

"Hey wait, how is Jessie involved in all of this?" Steve throws out the question.

I think I was here from the beginning actually Harrington. He got here towards the middle or the end. I'm one of the founding members!

"She can make people do things with her powers." My brother drops.

I smack him over the head. "Mickey why the he-"

"Like mind control? You're saying your sister has mind control powers?"

Before I can even knock that down, Dustin beats me to it. "She made Mickey spill the beans yesterday."

"Wait a minute," Steve pauses to think. And I know just what he's pausing to think about because there can only be one thing he could be thinking about. "You made me tell you the truth?!"

Sighing I lean back into the backseat. "Fine. Yes I did. I'm sorry but I needed to know why you were on my case."

He doesn't say much of anything. Just shakes his head to himself, his hair flopping around.

My stomach growls and I try to hold it in but I can't.

Mickey digs into his bag without a word and hands me a bag of trail mix. I take it and open it, munching on the little raisins and cashews. I hold it out for my brother and he takes a handful for himself.

Steve sighs "Hey don't let any of that fall back there."

"Wouldn't dream of it Harrington."

"I don't hear shit."

I look over to Dustin. "He's in there."

Steve hits the lock with his bat. Nothing

"Alright listen kid I swear if this is some sort of Halloween prank, your dead." As he threatens him I scoff. He's shinning the light on the poor kid like he's in interrogation.

"No you're not Dustin." I tell Dustin.

"Alright?" Steve asks over my voice.

"It's not a prank." Dustin exclaims. "Get it outta my face."

"You got a key for this thing?"

Dustin goes and grabs the key to the cellar. He brings it back quickly and Steve opens it. It's dark down there, like midnight dark. Steve gets Dustin's flashlight and shines it inside. And then he's walking down the cellar steps with that bat thing.

I'm waiting out here with Mickey.

Dustin starts asking for Steve and sure enough he almost spooks all three of us when he appears from the dark with the flashlight.

And then we're all headed down into the cellar like some sort of field trip.

I do not miss the fact that Steve's bat that's got some weird dangling piece of skin on it.

It's not long before he's pointing us to the brick wall that has a hole in it. It reminds me of the night when we were in that hallway and that thing just busted it's way in. It killed all of those men.

Would've killed us if El wasn't there.

I can feel my hands beginning to shake and I hug myself to keep them form seeing. Then it hits me that I'm wearing my dad's jacket. My dad. My mother.

Shit I so cannot go home now.

Eventually.

I have to go home eventually. They'll worry about Mickey and me.

But not at this ungodly hour.

Turning over to my brother I ask him. "You got any more snacks in there?"

#DAMSEL #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things fic #stranger things #steve harrington #HERE"S PART 23 #I realized that I didn't queue it up #sorry about that

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blahblahwritings · 5 years ago

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Like Father, Like Daughter.

A/N: Okay so I now have a bunch of requests to get through starting with this one. It didn’t turn out as well as I had hoped but still, I hope you like it anyway. Dad!Tony is a fave of mine though.

Words: 2223.

Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Adoption - is that a warning? - Happy ending.

It was coming up to two years since you’d started working at Stark Industries. After applying for an internship you found yourself, just doing coffee runs for engineers, scientists, agents, anyone. You were ridiculously over-qualified and frustrated but you were patient, waiting for your time to shine. That time came after six painfully long months.

Some of the smartest people you had met during your time there were fumbling over the maths for a particular experiment, none of them seeing the answer. That was when you parted them, took a marker from one of their hands and solved the whole thing on the flipside of the whiteboard they’d been using. You clicked the lid onto the pen with a satisfied smile and turned to find a mixture of baffled and shocked expressions. Pushing the pen into one of their chests, you clocked out, muttering something about being late for dinner. Word reached Stark that you’d left some of his best completely stunned and he quickly found you, taking you under his wing as his own apprentice. He bounced ideas off you, let you work on projects and even gave you your own workspace. You still fetched him coffee though.

The two of you had formed a close bond in the time you’d been working alongside each other and it wasn’t uncommon you would hang out at the Avenger’s compound, entirely for work purposes obviously. So here you were, sketching out blueprints for some new machine on the sofa in the main lounge. You had been working on them damn near all day and it was almost 9pm. Fighting back a yawn, you switched positions for the millionth time in the past hour, lying with your legs flung over the arm of the couch.

“Comfortable, kiddo?” Tony chuckled, his head appearing over the back of the sofa to look at you. A sleepy smile found its way to your face as you sat up, turning to him as he sat across from you. “Whatcha working on there?” He asked, holding out a hand for the tablet you held.

“A mechanism that should fix the problem you’ve been having with the new suit.” You explained as you gave him the sketches. He flicked through the layers, eyebrows raising. “I’m impressed, this could work.” You scoffed. “Don’t sound so surprised, I’ve fixed your shit more than a couple of times.” You laughed.

“Language. God I sound like Cap, I can’t be getting that old.” He shuddered causing you to snort out a laugh. Handing back the tablet, he stood. “You should get some rest, you go back home early tomorrow, remember?” With a roll of your eyes you stood, stretching. “You of all people can’t tell me to go to bed, I’ve brought you coffee at three in the morning before.” You cocked an eyebrow, smirking. He nodded, looking past you. “That's… unfortunately true. I really can’t win with you, huh?” His head tilted. “At least I know where you get that from.” He muttered under his breath. Your brows knitted together in confusion as he masked the flicker of panic on his face. “I’ve met your mom, stubborn and quick-witted.” He saved with a tight smile. Turning abruptly on his heel, he left hastily. Shaking the encounter from your head, you walked to the elevator, taking you to the living quarters.

You’d stayed up all night. Your eyelids felt like cheese graters as you blinked, eyes dry and tired. The blueprints were finished though and you had time to pack your bag before your trip home. But first, you wanted to give Mr Stark the plans.

Padding through the compound, backpack loosely slung over one shoulder, you clutched the tablet to your chest. You’d grabbed an apple on your way past the kitchen and lazily chewed at the fruit as you approached the work area two floors above. With a yawn, you left the elevator and rounded the corner to the engineering labs where he spent most of his time. The door was slightly ajar and you heard hushed voices coming from beyond. Not wanting to interrupt, you stood waiting outside. Your curiosity got the better of you, however, as you picked up pieces of the conversation.

“You need to tell her, Tony.” The Captain. Who was he talking about? Tell who what? “Y/n has a right to know that she’s your daughter, we can’t keep this hidden from her forever and the longer it goes on the more it's gonna hurt her.”

You dropped your half-eaten apple and watched it roll through the crack in the doorway. Your backpack soon followed, crashing against the tile floor. Daughter. That word repeated itself over and over in your head. You knew you were adopted, you remembered the day your parents took you from the group home when you were four and they never kept secrets from you. But Tony Stark? Your biological father? That seemed impossible.

The door swung open, breaking you from your stupor and revealing Tony, wide-eyed and struggling to form words. A few other members of the team stood in the room behind him, full of anticipation and you sucked in a breath. They all knew. You looked at him, dumbfounded as rage bubbled up inside you. Your jaw muscles clenched, your nostrils flared and you shook violently. He moved to place a hand on your shoulder but you batted him away and took a step back.

“Don’t touch me.” You spat. Moments passed without either of you making a move. “How long have you known?” You asked, voice trembling. Tears pooled in your eyes as you waited impatiently for an answer. “HOW LONG.” You screamed. Steve moved past Tony, stepping towards you slowly like you were a cornered animal. “Get the fuck away from me, Rogers.” The venom in your voice caused him to straighten up, mouth parting in shock.

“When you solved that problem a year and a half ago, I did some digging. Saw you were adopted and when I found the records weren’t sealed I-” He was cut off abruptly as you surged towards him. “You’ve known this entire god-damn time and you never told me?” You growled. “None of you told me.” Your voice broke, reality setting in as you scanned the other Avengers. They at least had the decency to look guilty. They were your friends, you thought you knew them. Yet they’d left you to live the lie.

You turned and grabbed your bag, throwing the tablet at Tony before sprinting down the hallway and into the elevator. You collapsed, body racking with sobs in the lift as it took you to the ground floor. Thats what he had meant last night. You thought. That he knew where I got it from.

The doors opened with a faint ding and you scrambled to your feet, the ground tearing away beneath you as you shot through the exit and into the open air. You dared not stop, the feeling of your feet thumping against the grass as you ran through the treeline became the only thing you could focus on.

You weren’t sure how long you had been running but the sun was fully above the horizon when you’d found a road. With lungs burning as you desperately sucked in breath after breath, you tried to formulate some kind of plan. You couldn’t take the thought of travelling back home with him and your head just screeched at you to run. Taking deep breaths, you began walking along the road, hoping to find a gas station or a bus that you could ride into town.

You’d reached home nearly six hours later, hitchhiking with an older couple from Brooklyn. Arriving at the door to your parent’s place, you fumbled for the keys in your backpack. Every fibre of your being ached and cried out for sleep. All you’d eaten was half an apple and you were on your feet for miles. Before your keys slid into the lock, the door was ripped open.

“Y/N, sweetie, where on Earth have you been? We’ve been worried sick about you.” Your mother, Jules, asked as she pulled you into a hug. David, your dad appeared from the kitchen and quickly made his way over to you, enveloping his girls in a bear hug. “I’m so glad you’re home, Stark rang us to say you’d ran off upset this morning and couldn’t find you. What were you thinking? Anything could’ve happened to you.” He rambled, voice muffled by your dark brown hair one of the similarities between yourself and Mr Stark.

The mention of his name made your knees give out beneath you. Another wave of betrayal washed through your chest and you howled in the dim light of the corridor. Both parents tried to make sense of what happened as you talked between sobs, the truth rendering them entirely speechless.

“Sweetheart, we love you so much, he may be your biological father but we are your family. They should never have kept that from you. I’m at a loss.” Your mom tried to reassure you as she slid down the wall to sit beside you. Slinging an arm around your shoulders, she pulled you into her side. Your father brought you your favourite homemade chicken noodle soup. All the crying made you forget just how hungry you were.

Once you’d finished, you stood, thanking them for everything and going to your bedroom for some much needed rest.

Tony had been a wreck the past couple of weeks. He slept even less than he usually did, he made more mistakes in his work and he was quiet. He hated not having you around messing with him, taking excessive coffee breaks or seeing you get excited after a breakthrough. The labs were hauntingly silent without your presence.

Cap stopped him as he tried to run after you, to explain why he didn’t want to tell you and beg for your forgiveness. “Give her time.” He’d said. It felt like months since the argument but also like it was yesterday. Time had escaped him much like you did. A glance at the clock told him it was 6pm. If he left now in a suit he would make it to your place in half an hour. Has it been long enough? He asked himself. Part of him didn’t really care, he just wanted to see you and to talk this out. Screw it.

When he landed outside your apartment building, he was in half the mind to turn and head straight back to the compound. He didn’t deserve a daughter as smart and brilliant as you were. Why had he even bothered coming here its not like you would forgive him. But, somehow, he found himself knocking on your parent’s door, armour disappearing into the bands around his wrists.

The sound woke you from a nap on the sofa, the TV playing quietly in the background. You rubbed your eyes and stretched before standing, trudging your way to the door. Your dad was at work late tonight but your mom peeked her head out from her place in the kitchen as you answered.

“Who is it, honey?” She asked, unable to see at the awkward angle. You simply stepped aside, allowing Tony Stark into your home. Looking to you, she cocked her head in an unspoken question. You’d answered with a nod and a tight smile, knowing this would have to happen at some point. With a reassuring smile, she wandered back into the kitchen, giving the two of you space to talk.

“I just wanted a chance to explain myself, you don’t have to forgive me or come back to work with me, I just- I needed to tell you why.” He began. At your silence, he continued. “I knew you had a happy family life here, I didn’t want to cause any kind of conflict within that by telling you. I also didn’t want you too wrapped up in working with me because what I do? The Avenger part? It’s dangerous and I didn’t want to put you in harm's way.” A long sigh. “I understand why you were angry and I don’t fault you for that. You did have a right to know and I should’ve told you earlier rather than drag it out so long. You could’ve made your own decisions then. Just know that I am sorry.”

You weren’t expecting such a clean and well structured apology. “Did Steve help you write that?” You replied, looking up from the ground, mouth turned up in a small smile. He scoffed and shook his head. “I should’ve known you’d come back with something like that.” His whole body seemed to relax. “Well, I guess I get my wit and sarcasm from you.” Tilting your head slightly, you let out a chuckle. “I’ve had time to process it and think about it all and I’ve talked my parents’ ears off about it. I do want to come back to work with you but I think it’s best to just take baby steps. I can work from home for a little while and we can discuss things over father-daughter coffee dates. Sound good?” You offered, desperate to patch this up and build a real connection with him.

“That sounds perfect.”

#dad tony stark #Tony stark #Tony stark x reader #marvel #marvel imagines #request #angst #fluff

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Always Waiting- Chapter Seven

Always Waiting- Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Always Waiting Masterlist

Summary: Y/n and Dustin have to deal with Dart and join forces with an "unexpected" person (you can probably guess who ;))

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

A/N: Ahhhh! I hope you all enjoy this chapter! I really like it! I'm currently stuck on how I want to wrap up the end of season 2 but I do know what I want to happen in season 3 so I'm very excited!! As always lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

Warning: Language, typos, monster fighting?

Word Count: 3.3k

"Where is it?" You whisper to Dustin.

"Where's what?" Dustin asks in confusion.

"That thing! That thing that killed Mews! Where is it?" You start to yell. Dustin quickly shushes you. He points to his closed closet doors.

"I have a plan, but it'll have to wait until tomorrow," Dustin says. You roll your eyes and leave his room, slamming his door.

You go to your room and lay down flat on your bed. This has got to be the worst day of your life ever. You decide to give Robin a call to let her know about your "date."

"Robin, I'm telling you, the first hour of our date he seemed genuinely interested in me. Like he was asking about my life and like trying to get to know me. Little did I know he was just buttering me up so he could get in my fucking pants." You say

"I'll kick his ass next time I see him, don't worry. Or you know what? Harrington would probably beat him up, ya know if he knew what happened." Robin says. You scoff.

"Good thing he won't find out," You say, twirling the phone cord, blushing at the thought.

"Whatever, I gotta go, call you later!" Robin says as she hangs up.

* * *

~November 2nd, 1984~

Dustin shakes you awake the next morning. You groan, pulling the sheets over your head. Dustin yanks them back down.

"C'mon, I just got mom to leave for the whole weekend, we gotta get a move on!" He starts reaching for your foot, trying to pull you out of bed. He succeeds. You land with a thump on the floor.

"Dustin!" You yell at him.

"Great, ok, get dress. We have to get Dart out of here," Dustin says as he leaves your room. You rub your eyes with the palms of your hands and yawn. You get dressed, throw your hair in a ponytail, and brush your teeth. As soon as you leave the bathroom, Dustin hands you some of his old hockey gear. You look down at the ground and notice a trail of bologna down the hall. You look up at him and see him wearing a helmet and knee pads.

"What's all this?" You ask pointing to him, the hockey gear, and the bologna.

"The hockey gear is to protect yourself in case…something goes wrong and the bologna is to lead Dart out of the house and into the cellar," Dustin says.

You raise an eyebrow at him but grab the hockey gear and start putting it on. Once it's on, Dustin grabs a hockey stick, makes his way over to his closed bedroom door and reaches for the knob, looking up at you. You nod at him to give him the okay to open it. When he opens the door you and him take off running, struggling to do so with your big hockey gear.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit." Dustin mumbles as you two make your way to the shed by the cellar. Once you are both in you shut the door. You both look through the cracks.

"There his is," You quietly tell Dustin as you see Dart start to make his way outside. Your heart starts racing when you see Dart is not so little anymore. He's about the same size as a small dog. Dart follows the bologna to the open cellar doors.

"That's it, go down there," Dustin says, a little too loudly. Dart quickly whips his head around to the shed.

"Shit!" You say as you both back up from the door. You slowly creep up and look through the crack. Dart has gotten closer to the shed. You turn and look at Dustin.

"Ok, ok, hand me your hockey stick," you say sticking your hand out. Dustin places it in your hand. You turn around, charging out the door.

"AHHHH!" You yell as you charge towards Dart, hitting him with the stick. He falls down the cellar and rolls down the stairs but quickly runs back up the stairs. Before he can get to the top you slam the cellar doors shut, throwing yourself on top of them. Dustin runs out of the shed and quickly locks the padlock.

"Easy peasy," you say out of breath to Dustin.

You and Dustin head back into the house. Dustin tells you he's going to try to round up the party to help with Dart. You start getting cleaning supplies out of the cabinet to clean up what remains of Mews.

"No one's answering!" Dustin yells from his room. You bring all the cleaning supplies into his room and plop down on his bed.

"Ok well once we get all this stuff cleaned up, we can go see if they're at Mike's," you suggest. Dustin nods.

* * *

Mr. Wheeler greets you and Dustin at the door.

"Your phone line has been busy for over 2 hours Mr. Wheeler." Dustin states. "Is Mike home?" Mr. Wheeler looks less than amused.

"No." He responds.

"Well, where is he?" Dustin asks.

"Karen where's our son?!" He yells to Mrs. Wheeler.

"Will's!"

"Will's." He echos. Dustin sighs.

"Nancy, what about Nancy?" You pipe up.

"No." He responds.

"Where's she?" You ask.

"Karen where's Nancy?"

"Ally's!"

"Ally's" he echos again. You groan. "Our children don't live here anymore, you didn't realize that? Am I done here?" He asks.

"Son of a bitch, you really are no help," Dustin says. You smack his head lightly.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Wheeler." You say as you and Dustin walk back to your car.

You are about to get in your car when you see a car pull up, you watch as Steve gets out. Dustin starts making his way over to him.

"Shit, shit, no Dustin!" You say running after him. "We don't need his help, we can handle it."

"Steve!" Dustin says, approaching Steve. Steve looks over to you two, you give him a small smile. You look down and see he has a bouquet.

"Are those for Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler?" Dustin asks.

"Uh no," Steve says with a confused look on his face.

"Nancy's not home." You tell him.

"Where is she?" He asks. You shrug.

"Do you still have that bat?" Dustin asks.

"Bat? What bat?" Steve asks, still confused.

"Actually it was my bat, you know, the one with the nails? But you can just give it back to me and we'll be fine.." You chime in, trying to get Dustin to not drag Steve into this. Dustin starts to get into Steve's car. You sigh, giving up and hopping in the car as well.

"Why do you need that bat?" Steve asks.

"We'll explain on the way, c'mon," Dustin says, urging Steve to get in his car.

"Now?" Steve asks.

"Yes!" You and Dustin both yell in unison. Steve rapidly gets in the car and starts it.

* * *

The car ride was awkward, to say the least. Queen was blaring through the speakers.

"Ok wait, how big was this thing?" Steve asks. Glancing over at you.

"First it was like that," you say showing him with your fingers, "and now it's like this." You say.

Steve scoffs and shakes his head. "Are you sure it's not a lizard?" Steve asks. You nod your head yes. "How do you know?" He questions.

"How do I know it's not a lizard?" You ask in a sarcastic tone.

"Yes! How do you know it's not a lizard?" You just roll your eyes.

"Because his face opened up and he ate our cat," Dustin answers from the backseat. This shuts Steve up.

The car pulls up to your driveway. Steve makes his way to the back of his car, you follow him. He unlocks the trunk of his car then tosses his keys to you. You fumble to catch them then turn to glare at him. He grins at you then pops open the hood. Inside the trunk is your nailed bat. You reach to grab it but Steve gets to it before you. You sigh and follow Dustin around to the back of the house where the cellar is.

"He's in there," Dustin says to Steve. You all three stand in silence.

"I don't hear shit," Steve states. You and Dustin just stare at him. He sighs and then taps the cellar doors with the bat. Nothing. He tries again but harder this time.

"I swear if this is some Halloween prank, you're both dead," Steve says. "You got a key to this thing?" He asks.

"Do we have a key, of course, we have a key. How else would we have locked it, Harrington?" You snicker. You run inside to get the key, grabbing a flashlight on the way out.

You unlock the padlock and open the doors. You shine the flashlight down the stairs. You and Steve hesitate before making your way down.

"I should stay up here, in-in case he tries to escape," Dustin stammers.

Steve looks to you before starting down the stairs, you closely following.

"You know, you took my one weapon so if that thing tries to attack us, you're gonna have to do all the fighting, think you can handle it?" you ask, trying to lighten the mood a little.

"Oh yeah, it seems like I did that last year. Remember when I saved you from getting eaten?" He teases, grinning at you. You just playfully shove his shoulder. Once you get to the cellar, you go to turn on the light. Once the light is on you can see something slimy laying on the ground.

"What is that?" Steve asks, picking up the slimy thing with his bat

"Holy shit, Dustin's little pet just got bigger." You say. "Dustin! Get down here!" Dustin comes running down the stairs.

"Oh shit," He says, looking at the molted skin. "Holy shit!" He says again, looking towards the corner. You and Steve both look over to where Dustin is looking. You shine the flashlight and see a huge hole in the wall.

~November 3rd, 1984~

You, Dustin, and Steve all stand at the trunk of Steve's car putting raw meat into buckets. Dustin's walkie starts to go off.

"Dustin? It's Lucas. Do you copy?" Lucas says over the walkie.

"Well, well, well, look who finally decided to show up." Dustin answers.

"Sorry man, my sister shut off the walkie talkie." Lucas states.

"Well while you were having sister problems, Dart grew again."

You tune out the conversation as you pile more and more raw meat into the buckets. The plan was hopefully lead Dart to the junkyard by leaving a trail of cow. Once you gathered enough meat and got all the supplies you needed, you all set off toward the junkyard. You trail behind Dustin and Steve while you walk on train tracks, dropping the meat every once in a while. You walk in silence as you listen to Dustin and Steve's conversation.

"The key to girls is just acting like you don't care," Steve advises Dustin. A laugh came out of you, causing Steve and Dustin to look back at you. You look down at the ground and continue plopping meat on the ground. The two boys turn back around.

"Then what?" Dustin asks.

"You just wait till you feel it, the electricity, like a sexual electricity," Steve says.

"And that's when you kiss her?" Dustin asks. You hold in your laugh that time.

"Woah, woah, woah, slow down Romeo, sure yeah some girls want you to be aggressive, but others you got to be slow," Steve blabbers.

"What type is Nancy?" Dustin asks, this catches your attention.

"Nancy's different, she's not like other girls." Of course, she's "not like other girls." Gross.

You three arrive at the junkyard. You all start getting set up, throwing random pieces of metal into an old rusty school bus, pushing all kinds of things against the bus to keep anything from getting in. Lucas and the girl who was waiting outside the AV room show up shortly after you guys start preparing.

"Who's that?" Steve whispers to you, asking about the girl. You look over at Dustin and can see his pink cheeks.

"That's her," you respond. You, Steve and the redheaded girl all start moving items getting them in place. You start to prop up a metal sheet alongside the bus. Steve comes up next to you, helping you prop it up.

"Woah what happened to your wrist?" Steve asks, gently grabbing it to look at it. You had completely forgotten about the bruises Billy left. You quickly pull your hand away.

"It's nothing," You hiss, "I fell on it a couple of days ago." You lie. Steve squints his eyes as he looks at it from afar.

"Kind of looks like a handprint." He points out. You roll your sleeve down before he can make any more observations. You glance at him before walking over to help the girl. Steve walks over to a car where Lucas and Dustin chat behind.

"Hey, dickheads, how come the only ones helping me are Y/n and this random girl? Come on, let's go." He demands.

"Alright, asshole."

"We're going!"

* * *

You are all tucked away inside the old, rusty, school bus. You find a metal pipe under one of the seats, taking it for safety measures. You sit down next to Dustin and across from Steve.

"So you really fought one of these things before?" The girl, whose name you've learned to be Max, asks you and Steve. You both nod yes.

"And you're sure it wasn't a bear?" She asks. You open your mouth to respond but Dustin beats you to it.

"Jesus, don't be an idiot, of course, it wasn't a bear. If you don't believe us why are you even here?" Dustin snaps.

"Woooaah Dustin, chill." You say to him. Max just rolls her eyes and climbs up top to join Lucas.

"That's good man, just show her you don't care," Steve says.

"I don't," Dustin states coldly. Steve winks at him. "Why are you winking Steve?" Dustin asks, Steve winks again. "Quit it," Dustin says. You can't help but giggle at the interaction between the two. Steve looks over at you and smiles.

"Why do you keep getting bruises everywhere?" Dustin asks, pointing towards your wrist. Your heart starts beating.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You say covering up the one on your wrist.

"First the one on your thigh and now the one on your wrist? It's just weird."

"How'd you get a bruise on your thi-" Steve starts, but trails off.

You glance over at Steve, you can see the wheels turning in your head. You nearly see the steam blow out of his ears when everything clicks and he figures it out.

"Did Hargrove do this to you?" He asks, standing up, coming over to you.

"What? No, I told you it's nothing." You say, knowing full well he didn't believe you.

"I'll kill that son of a bitch," Steve says, pacing around the bus.

"Ste-" You are cut off a roar. You, Steve and Dustin all run over to the windows looking out. A fog has crept its way into the junkyard. Your eyes scan the area, not seeing it anywhere.

"I don't see it," you announce.

"Lucas! What's going on?" Dustin calls out to Lucas.

"I've got eyes! 3 o'clock!" Lucas yells.

"There," Steve points. It's hard to see it in the fog but you can make out the shape of Dart in the distance. The pile of raw cow sitting directly in front of him. Dart doesn't go near it.

"Why isn't he taking the bait?" Dustin asks. You think, then you realize.

"Maybe he's sick of cow," You suggest. Steve turns and looks at you, then he turns around and goes to get the bat. Your eyes widen when you realize what he's going to do.

"Steve, no." You try to stop him, grabbing his hand.

"Just be ready!" He says giving your hand a squeeze and tossing you the lighter. He walks off the bus and disappears into the fog. You and Dustin watch as he walks towards Dart, swinging his bat trying to clear the fog. The sound of a car rattling from the right startles you. Looking over to it, you see another "dart" on top of a car. You scan the fog one more time, starting to see more "Darts" in the shadows. You stand up, running to the other side of the bus, trying to find the pipe you found earlier. You find it and make your way to the front of the bus.

"What are you doing?!" Dustin asks frantically.

"He needs help!" You say, opening the door and leaving the bus. You cautiously walk outside. Keeping your eyes peeled for one of the monsters. You get closer to Steve and see one creeping up behind him, you run and give it a good whack on the head. Steve turns around, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head when he sees you.

"Henderson, what the fuck are you doing?!" He shouts.

"Returning the favor and saving your ass!" You yell back. One monster leaps off a car and Steve hits it. You look around and realize you two are surrounded by those things. They start closing in on you, snarling and growling. "We gotta get back on the bus!" You yell. Steve grabs your hand and you both make a run for it to the bus. The monsters start chasing after you, right on your heels. Dustin, Lucas, and Max open the bus door, yelling for you guys to run. You and Steve throw yourselves into the bus, you landing directly on top of Steve. Steve protectively wraps his arms around you as he holds a metal sheet against the door with his feet, trying to keep them from breaking the door down.

"They can't get in! They can't!" Lucas yells. The metal sheet against the door isn't much help and a monster breaks through, Steve lets go of you and pushes you and the kids towards the back of the bus while he beats the monster with the bat. The bus starts shaking side to side as the things try to get in. Dustin gets on his walkie talkie calling for help, while you instinctively grab his free hand, squeezing it.

"Mike! Will! God! Anybody! We're going to die!" Dustin yells into the walkie talkie

The bus stops shaking. All you can hear is the sound of everyone's heavy breathing. You all glance at one another wondering what happened. Thumping on the roof startles everyone. You look up to the top of the bus.

"No way," you murmur. All eyes follow the sound of the thumps until it falls upon the opening at the top of the bus. Max screams when one of the monsters pop its head over the open and screams at Max. You quickly step in front of Max wrapping your arms around her.

"Out of the way!" Steve shouts, running to the back of the bus with the bat. He winds up the bat, getting ready to hit it, then the monster stops screaming, looking off into the distance. It, along with all the others unexpectedly run away, rattling the bus as they leave. You all try to catch your breath as you try to process what just happened.

"Is everyone ok?" You ask, checking on all the kids. You receive yes's and thumbs up in return. Slowly, you all crept towards the bus door, opening it with caution. Once the coast is clear, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in.

"What happened?" Lucas asks.

"Steve scared them away?" Dustin suggests. Steve turns around, looking at you.

"No, no way. They're going somewhere."

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Harringrove: 8 and 23

8. “Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

23. “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this.”

steve stares out his foggy bedroom windows, admiring the freshly fallen snow covering his backyard. it’s the kind of snow that’s soft and fluffy, the kind that’s perfect for making snowballs and the like. another white christmas, same as every year in hawkins.

what isn’t the same as every year is the body curled up next to him in bed, snoring softly. steve takes one hand off the mug of hot cider he’s been nursing, using it to comb some of billy’s curls from his forehead.

billy stirs minutely, his brows knitting together as he curls deeper into the blankets. a moment later he stretches, then blinks blearily up at steve.

steve just smiles back - can’t help it, really. billy just looks. god. so fucking cute when he first wakes up. with his bleary eyes and rosy cheeks and that mass of unkempt curls. it still blows steve’s mind that he’s been able to wake up to this, almost every morning, for the past six months.

“quit smiling at me like that. you know it fuckin’ drives me nuts,” billy grumbles, rubbing the last bit of sleep from his eyes.

given billy’s gruff tone, anyone else would think he genuinely hates it when steve smiles at him. but steve knows billy. he knows he would rather chew off his own arm than never see steve smile his way again.

“c’mon, i know you know how cute you look when you’re half asleep like this. don’t think it’d be possible to look at you right now and not smile.”

billy rolls his eyes, but the faintest hint of color fills his cheeks. he pats around under the blankets for steve’s free hand, tangling their fingers together once he finds it.

“it’s christmas eve,” steve acknowledges, after a moment of comfortable silence.

“riveting.” billy makes this face when he says it, like he’s just eaten a sour grape.

steve chews on his bottom lip, trying to figure out exactly how to ask billy what he really wants to ask him. it’s a delicate subject, and the last thing he wants is to go about it the wrong way.

but honestly? just throwing his thoughts out there, like ripping off a bandaid, has never steered steve in the wrong direction. at least not with billy, not since they started this long-overdue romance of theirs.

“you should spend christmas with me,” steve finally blurts. his cheeks take on a bright red hue. “i mean, if you can. if you want. you don’t have to if you don’t want to. i just thought that since you said you hate the holidays because of your family, and you’ve never spent a holiday with someone you, uh. y’know. that you care about. that you’d maybe want to spend it with me? but like, if that’s not cool with you, then we don’t have to -”

billy sits up, putting his finger over steve’s lips. effectively cutting him off. steve’s stomach turns, worrying that he’s overstepped the boundaries he and billy had laid out when this all started.

but then billy is pulling him into his arms and kissing him, soft and sweet. he has steve’s face cupped in his hands, his thumbs smoothing over his cheekbones with gentle strokes. steve sighs contentedly, smiling into the kiss.

“of course i want to spend christmas with you,” billy mumbles against his lips. feigning nonchalance. “i, um. i want to spend every day with you. or whatever.”

steve lets billy pretend like it’s no big deal - he knows it’s hard for billy to talk about how he feels. but he also knows that, for both of them, how billy feels with steve is no small thing. it’s been a long and difficult road for them both. them being here together, in this moment, could never be insignificant.

he presses several lingering kisses along billy’s jawline, before tucking his head into his boyfriend’s neck. billy maneuvers them so they’re nestled back in the mountain of pillows on steve’s bed while he runs his fingers through steve’s hair.

“your christmas present to me can be washing your fuckin’ hair. christ, ‘s like a damn rat’s nest.”

steve laughs, the sound muffled given that his face is still buried in the crook of billy’s neck. he pulls back a little to peer up at him.

“but i already got you something,” steve says innocently, batting his lashes. “guess i can manage multiple gifts this year. but only for you.”

billy is silent for longer than steve had been anticipating, and his smile fades. he’s about to ask if he’s said something wrong, when billy speaks.

“you got me a present?”

steve blinks at him. “um, yes? is that - i mean. is that okay?”

another stretch of silence. and then, “no one’s ever gotten me a present before. or - i mean, they have, but not since...not since my mom died.”

steve takes his hand again, giving him a soft smile. one that’s tinged with sadness. “i know, i’m sorry. ‘s kinda why i want to make this christmas better for you, if i can.”

“you already have.”

the smile that spreads across steve’s face could rival the intensity of the sun. “do you want to do something for her today? your mom, i mean?”

billy ponders the question, absentmindedly toying with his necklace. “we always just cooked and watched christmas movies until it got dark out. then we’d drive around town looking at all the lights and decorations. maybe we could do that?”

steve nods. presses a kiss to billy’s palm before smiling up at him. “i’m all for it. although if we want to cook, we’ll have to go get something before the stores close. think i have approximately 2 eggs and a half gallon of spoiled milk currently sitting in my fridge.”

the sound of billy’s laughter makes steve feel warm from the inside out. he shifts until he can easily angle his head up and press a kiss to his boyfriend’s lips, eyelids fluttering shut.

“i can deal with that. as long as you don’t make me drink that nasty eggnog you took from the wheeler’s christmas party with dinner,” billy pulls back to tell him, making a face.

he isn’t wrong, the shit is beyond gross. but to be fair, steve had been a little more than impaired when he’d snagged it off the drink table. in lieu of a response, steve captures billy’s lips in another gentle kiss.

billy protests for a moment, giving him an i’m serious steve, that shit tastes like dirty bong water, followed by an oh my god, stop looking at me like that or i’m returning your present.

but steve doesn’t stop looking at him like that. he just keeps on smiling.

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