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I Found Myself a Cheerleader 1
Chapter 1 out of 28
Bumped to the lowest step on the social ladder after his fight with Billy, Steve gets roped in with the cheer team. What starts as a favor to help them out when one member breaks her leg in turn for protection from the brunt of the bullying, sets the universe on a different path.
He befriends Chrissy and grows as thick as thieves with her. Over the summer he adds Robin to his friends as well. Meanwhile Eddie seems to have taken an interest in the fallen king, but Steve canât figure out quite yet why Eddie is talking with him. Flirting with him?
On AO3.
Ships: eventual steddie & buckingham
Warnings: period typical sexism, period typical homophobia, internalized homophobia, child neglect mention, bullying, f-slur
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Chapter 1: The Deal
Steve has quit the basketball team after winter break. Before winter break he was technically still on the team, but not allowed to play due to his concussion. Now he is healed enough to get back on the court, but Billy has turned most of the team against him, which makes playing impossible. Hence the quitting.
However, now he has a slot he needs to fill if he wants to make it into college. He canât join some braniac team, heâs barely scraping by. Going back to swimming also isnât an option, since the swim team is practically the same as the basketball team and he doesnât fancy drowning.
He wishes he could just continue playing basketball. That it wasnât that bad. That he could man up and make it through. But he canât, he really canât. He likes his bones in one piece and the doctor said another concussion might be the end of what his brain can take.
So, he sits longingly alongside the court and watches the team train, aching to just have an activity he is good at again. To not feel like such a failure.
A loud and frustrated sigh pulls him from his thoughts and his eyes are pulled to the cheerleaders that are also practicing in the gym. The captain of the cheer team, Molly, throws up her hands and says: âIt isnât gonna work like this.â
âNo need to snap,â Heather, one of the other girls, scowls. âMary canât help that sheâs sick. Sheâll be back after the weekend and then weâll train the whole thing properly.â
âI know that,â Molly snaps. âBut itâs throwing everything off and we need to get this routine straight. We canât afford to have anyone missing.â
âWe know,â Heather rolls her eyes, still posed to fight.
Molly sighs and says: âI just need this competition to go well.â
Heather softens at that and places a hand on Mollyâs shoulder and smiles: âWeâre gonna kill it. Donât worry too much, Molls. Lets just run it again, okay?â
âYeah, okay,â Molly smiles, before loudly clapping her hands and getting everyone back into position to go from the top.
Without realizing Steve has ambled closer to the cheerleaders. He startles a little at the loud clap, before watching at the routine starts up again. He has often watched the cheerleaders, theyâre at the sides of big games and the team always stared together.
However, he has never really paid any attention to their training. Right now, though, he watches in awe as they toss each other in the air and keep smiling as they tumble about.
Since he is aware of it, he can clearly see where one of the girls is missing. When some of the girls are lifted some shapes are uneven and a few stay on the ground with an annoyed look. Certain formations are also incomplete. At one point one of the girls nearly falls, because someone who is supposed to be there isnât.
The routine comes to an end and Steve can clearly see Molly, who is on the cusp of breaking down again. In Steveâs opinion it doesnât look that difficult, well, what seems to be missing that is. Itâs just holding someone up. Not like he has to do a back flip.
He hasnât consciously realized what heâs doing until heâs tapping Molly on the shoulder. She startles and turns, before getting big eyes and smiling softly as she greets: âHi, Steve.â
While Steveâs popularity has gone down considerably since Billy showed up, he is still well liked under the female student body. He smiles back at her and says: âHi, Molly. Uhm- This is really stupid.â He rubs the back of his head, suddenly aware of how much he is not allowed to do what he is about to do. âI-â he lets out a breath and decides to go for it. âI heard you talking earlier, about missing someone. Can I help?â
Itâs quiet and Steve immediately regrets even looking in their direction.
A boy doesnât do cheerleading, itâs a girls sport. Barely even a sport. Just a thing they do to look pretty. He has no business being close to it beyond asking a cheerleader out. He has already plummeted vastly in popularity, the last thing he needs is gay rumors floating around. No matter how true theyâd be.
He just wants to be helpful, do something he might be able to for a change. But he didnât think it through and now heâs done something stupid. Like he always does.
Steve is about to take it back, play it off as a joke or just walk away if nothing comes to mind in the next second, when Molly lights up. âThatâs perfect!â she grins. âMary is a base position, which should be easy to teach. Thank you so much.â
Some of the other girls send him some weird looks, but after Mollyâs relieved thanks, he doesnât have the heart to turn away. So, he awkwardly shrugs: âItâs no problem, not like I have anything better to do.â
He is ignored by Molly, who turns around and addresses the others: âGo over parts youâre struggling with for a little. Lisa, Karen, Susan, come here!â
Three girls come their way as the others devolve into doing their own thing. Molly asks him: âAre you warmed up?â
Steve doesnât think this will be that much effort, so he nods. Itâs honestly his mistake, along with staying in his jeans and shirt.
He is shown the proper way to hold up a flyer. He hadnât even realized before now that there were multiple positions in cheerleading. However, here he is. He is filling in for a base, so heâs holding Karen, the flyer, along with Lisa, the other base. Meanwhile Susan is the back spotter, she is the first to catch Karen should it go wrong. Itâs important to catch the flyer properly or one can risk hurting the flyer quite badly.
Within a few minutes Steve gains so much respect for cheerleading, something he and the other guys have always put aside as some easy girly thing.
As he lifts Karen, he can feel her muscles under his hands as she has to keep everything tense as to not loose her balance on just their hands. Lisa is also a lot stronger than she looks, holding half of Karenâs weight along with Steve. He is already sweating through his polo and he definitely canât keep smiling as he does this.
After a while he is able to get it. Molly is satisfied with his progress and deems it enough to call everyone together again. She says: âOkay, we canât go through the routine, because Steve doesnât know it and he isnât going to learn this quick. So, weâre just going through the pyramids slowly, alright?â
She gets cheers back and instructs Lisa to make sure Steve knows what to do as everyone moves back to position.
Lisa is his saving grace, because Steve canât keep up with how easily they all shift between position, creating structures out of just their bodies, before flipping down, tumbling around and doing it again.
He hadnât realized how much mental space it takes to keep track of everyoneâs position. He is very impressed with all the cheerleaders and he is genuinely having fun.
Cheerleading is a physical activity that heâs actually quite good at, throwing Karen around with ease and watching her fly. And for once he isnât being pushed around.
A part of him knows that he shouldnât be having fun, that he should have never even offered to do it and play it off as trying to get a date if someone asked. But itâs hard to keep the happiness away or not reply to the high five Lisa offers when they pull off a tricky stunt.
So, itâs not until the basketball team takes a break and he is spotted that the pit in his stomach, that he felt when he first offered, returns. Heâs holding one of Karenâs legs when he hears Billy sneer: âLook at that, Harringtonâs turned from a king into a princess.â
He canât risk hurting Karen, so he grits his teeth as he hears the rest of his former team snicker. The stunt still needs to be completed, so Steve tries to tune them out as they bounce so Karen gets the height she needs for a flip.
Once she is safely on the ground, Steve looks at his old teammates, who have all collected to laugh at him. His cheeks burn with shame and he looks to the ground. He just wanted to help, do something nice for a change.
A hand on his arm, makes him look up. Lisa is looking at him with a kind and concerned look. She quietly says: âYou donât have to stick around. We get it. Mary will get better and weâll pick up training Monday again.â
Steve is quite tempted to take her offer. To just run and be a coward, because a coward is better than being tossed for the tigers. Being a coward is better than being a queer.
However, before he can, Molly is speaking up. She overheard what Lisa said and doesnât want to stop training. She needs Steve there. She crosses her arms and says: âAll of you stop laughing right now, or youâre not getting a date from a cheerleader for the rest of the year. Steve was gentleman enough to offer help when we needed it. Maybe take an example.â
That shuts the boys right up. Steve knows what they talk about in the locker room, almost all the boys there want a date with a cheerleader. A bit of fun at Steveâs expense isnât worth blowing that chance over.
Billyâs face goes through an amusing journey of emotions. In the end he scoffs and turns away with a: âLet the ballerinas do their thing.â
Mollyâs face contorts in a hateful look, before she takes a deep breath and lets it go. Steve honestly admires her ability to do so.
She turns back to Steve and puts on big eyes as she clasps her hands together and says: âPlease, Steve, stay for a little. We really appreciate your help. Youâre such a gentleman, I mean that, you know. A knight in shining armor. Please, stay a little more, weâd all owe you.â
If he hadnât grown up around his mother and seen how Molly plastered on the dainty, pleading eyes, he wouldnât have realized this was a manipulation. She is playing into his masculinity and implying he could score a date if he stays.
Luckily for Molly, Steve is having too much fun to turn down a reason to continue, so he pretends to fall for it. He puts on his best smirk and replies: âI mean, how could I refuse a lady in need of help.â
She brightens up, this time the smile is genuine and Steve feels even better about his decision to fuck what anyone thinks. He has already been kicked to the bottom of the ladder. If he has to be here, he might as well do something fun.
He discovers that cheerleaders train almost more rigorously as the basketball team. He is there for another hour, running through the drills again and again. By the time they go home, he at least knows where to stand to not be in the way, though the arm movements escape him.
As he leaves, Lisa gives him a soft smile. She isnât the loudest, but Steve quite likes her calm and steady presence. Throwing Karen around together has created a bit of a bond. So, he smiles back and says: âBye, Lisa.â
âBye, Steve,â she says. âThank you for staying. Molly has been really stressed about practice lately.â
âOh, it was nothing,â he tells her, looking around for a second, before he admits: âIt was quite fun actually. You girls are crazy strong. I never realized.â
That makes Lisa let out a laugh and she grins: âWeâre full of surprises,â before they truly say goodbye and go their separate ways.
Steve has been avoiding showering at school with the basketball team out to get him, so he gets into his car in sweaty clothes. Today heâs relieved his parents are never home. Explaining why heâs sweaty in his day clothes to his father would likely be the last thing he did.
Another thing he is relieved about, is that it is weekend. He hopes that it either doesnât go the rounds that badly with no one stuck in one building and that by the time Monday rolls around the excitement will have died down.
He gets radioed by Dustin, asking him to drive him and the rest of the nerd squad to the arcade. He agrees easily, needing the distraction.
Because what Steve hadnât counted on, is how the cheerleading would get stuck in his head. He had expected it to be a one time thing, something nice that would keep his mind of basketball for a bit, but instead he canât help but think back on how much fun heâd had.
Cheerleaders have a very different team dynamic from basketball. There is more yelling of good jobs and needing to work together, instead of people trying to steal the spotlight and pushing each other around. It was quite nice.
Plus, it felt great to exercise again. And it felt much more like a team sport with Karen needing to trust him and Lisa to keep her upright and to count on Lisa to do her part, while Steve did his. He canât deny that a part of him wants to do it again.
So, he drives up to Dustinâs house, then the others and listens to them gush about the campaign Will is running, making the shy boy blush. Then they move on how Max still has the high score, but sheâs gonna meet them there and Dustin will observe her strategy, then beat her.
Steve doubts that, Max is a beast in the arcade. However, he lets Dustin live in his world as he watches them go nuts, lending the group quarters when they start to come up short.
He muses that these kids have a hobby they like. He used to have that, but basketball is kind of off limits right now. Even playing just for fun is ruined, since those games are mostly the basketball team or people who are friends with the basketball team. All of whom now hate Steve.
He still shoots some hoops alone in his backyard and swims laps in the pool (albeit with less ease after Barb), but he wants to do something with other people again.
Once more his mind drifts to cheerleading, but he quickly pushes that thought away. Cheerleading is for girls, he already got enough shit as is, he doesnât need more. Besides, Mary will return and they wonât even need an extra person.
Itâs not going to happen, so he should let it go and find something new.
âFor the last time, zoomer isnât a thing,â Mike complains loudly. Lucas jumps to Maxâs defense at that, something that isnât appreciated and the group devolves into squabbling over DnD categories again.
Steve wonders if he should pick up DnD. Dustin has explained it to him a few times, but it sounded hard and the thought of having to face Eddie Munson and his crew made Steveâs stomach churn.
He knows itâs his own fault that such a group will probably not welcome him with open arms, but it still isnât a great feeling. Now that he is paying attention to others than the basketball team more, he canât deny that the Hellfire club seems to like each other a lot more. Something that Steve will never get to experience, because he burned those bridges before they could even form.
Maybe he could join band. His parents forced him to learn piano when he was younger, though he doubts piano is part of band. Besides, he has seen the people at the band table. He likely wonât be welcome there either.
Honestly, at this point the only place he might not get shunned is the Hawkins High school newspaper, but that will be because of Nancy and Jonathan, which will only make it all the more mortifying. No thanks.
Contemplating his position, he lets out a deep sigh. Then yelps when a voice next to him suddenly asks: âAre you okay, Steve?â
He looks down to see Will looking up at him with concerned eyes. Steve forces a smile onto his face and assures the kid: âYeah, baby Byers, Iâm okay. You doing good? Need a quarter?â
âNo, itâs fine,â Will tells him. âI was just asking, because you look sad. Mom told me to keep an eye on you. She wants to make sure you know you can talk to her about what all happened. You sure nothingâs bothering you?â
Will says it with the ease of a kid, who isnât fully aware of when they are sharing too much, but the words hit Steve right in the chest.
After the Upside Down bullshit, he hasnât been sleeping as well and there is no one really to lean on. He is distracting himself with school and driving the kids around. His parents arenât home to notice anything, yet here Joyce is, showing more care than any adult ever has for Steve.
He has to swallow as to not break down and ruffles Willâs hair as he clears his throat. âThatâs sweet, kid, but Iâm good. I promise. Just thinking about school.â
At that Will nods with understanding and it hurts that this little kid knows more about what Steve is going through at his age. No one should have to struggle with kids being mean, but Will especially doesnât deserve it with all he has been through.
To distract from the moment, he holds up a quarter and says: âWanna bet I can beat Dustinâs Pac-Man high score?â
Will giggles: âHeâll be so mad if you do. Itâs his only pride after Max took over everywhere.â
âLets go boil his blood,â Steve tells Will, even though he isnât even good at Pac-Man. However, it will make Will laugh and then he can make the kid try, paying for it, because he saw how Will ran out of coins a bit ago.
The weekend passes further until it is Monday and he is parking at the school. He isnât looking forward to walking in there, not able to predict what heâll find. He doesnât like being unprepared in social situations.
As he walks down the hall, he gets a few weird looks, but no one says anything about it. Maybe Mollyâs threat about the dates worked and no one is daring. Steve hopes so.
His luck doesnât hold up, sadly. During first period a note is handed to him with a crude drawing of him in a cheering costume, the word princess written above it. The door to a classroom is opened for him with the comment: âLadies first.â
Steve honestly finds it more childish and annoying than hurtful, except that it keeps hitting home what he already knew. That he wasnât supposed to do that and there is something wrong with him, because he actually enjoyed himself, because he even thought of doing it.
Because cheerleading is for girls. Itâs not for boys and the fact that Steve did it and enjoyed it means that somewhere in his brain there is something wrong with him. He already knows that there is something wrong with him, but having it spelled out for him?
Itâs soul crushing.
By the time lunch period rolls around, he already knows that he doesnât want to be in the cafeteria right now. Itâs still too cold for anyone to sit outside, besides stepping out for a smoke. So, he sets up camp on a wall outside and eats his lunch. Rather cold than a target.
About halfway through lunch, he hears someone approaching. He steels himself for whatever is coming his way. He turns around, surprised to see itâs Molly and Heather, Lisa running after them as if she is trying to stop them.
She doesnât make it in time, because Molly is already there. She is staring him down and Steve wonders what she has heard to make her look like that. Uncertain, he asks: âCan I help you with something?â
âEmma broke her leg,â Molly says in lieu of an answer.
âOkay?â Steve replies.
âWe need someone to take her place in the competition two weeks from now,â Molly explains further and it starts to click what she is asking.
âNo,â Steve denies immediately. He wants to say yes, he would love to do more if he were to listen to the little voice in his head, but he canât. He has already seen what just one time helping out did to the tatters of his reputation, he canât imagine what everyone will think or say if he took part in a competition.
Frustration creeps into Mollyâs face and she protests: âBut Lisa said you told her you had fun. You were good at it. Why not?â
âMolly, no.â Lisa is finally there. She looks apologetically at Steve and says: âI didnât know she would do this when I mentioned it. Iâm sorry, Steve.â
She looks genuinely distraught and Steve instantly feels bad for her. They had built up the most camaraderie together. She obviously felt the same and despite the fact that they needed someone, there was already enough solidarity between them after one practice that she would stick up for him against the cheer captain. That never happens in basketball.
âLet her try,â Heather cuts in, backing up the cheer captain. From what Steve had seen, Heather isnât afraid to stop Molly if she thinks the other goes too far. Right now she apparently agrees with her friend, though.
Lisa sends him another apologetic look that he answers with a reassuring smile.
Molly gets the attention back on herself and says: âLook, I know why youâre saying no. Trust me, I get it. But this competition is the biggest of the season. Itâs statewide and there will be college scouts there. You donât understand, I need this competition to go well.â
She looks at him with intense eyes and Steve knows this so well. Right now she isnât trying to manipulate him, she is talking to him as a fellow athlete, whose only chance to get into college is a sports scholarship.
And a part of Steve wants to think fuck it and say yes. He is already hanging on the bottom, might as well do whatever he wants. But he canât be like the party, like those kids who donât care and just have fun. He canât be anything but a Harrington.
âItâs just two weeks,â Heather pleads. âThe competition is in two weeks. Weâll train every day so you get it down, you do it once and then you can walk away. We wonât ask more than that.â
âI canât,â Steve says, sounding apologetic. âYou know, I canât. I should have never offered to help Friday. I donât even know why you would want to associate with me. Youâd be better off trying to convince one of your own friends.â
Molly huffs: âAll of our friends are already on the cheer squad.â
âAnd most girls arenât able to get strong enough to do the lifts in two weeks,â Lisa adds quietly, joining her friends. She obviously also wants him to say yes, even if she feels bad for how his words were being used against him.
Heather agrees too: âAnd we canât teach them how to stunt or catch either in that time. We already know you can fill in as a base. Emma is a base too.â
The more they beg, the harder it is for Steve to say no. He doesnât want to say no, they all know it, but he has to. He will only be here for half a year more, then heâll be off to college. Heâd like to say in one piece until then and this will be counterproductive.
âThink of it as a deal,â Molly tells him.
âA deal?â he repeats.
âYeah, the cheer squad is big,â Molly explains. âAt least one of us is in all of your classes. We can offer you protection, a social barrier and you can pay us back by doing the competition.â
âI donât need you to protect me,â Steve scoffs, though it is quite obvious to everyone in Hawkins High that Steve is a prime target without backup. Now that he stopped performing King Steve, itâs like everyone can see all that is wrong with him.
Clearly Molly thinks the same, because she raises her brow at him. She says: âIâm serious, Steve. I know itâs nonsense, but weâre the girls the guys want to get with and the other girls want to be. And cheer squad sticks together. When Tommy harassed Karen at a party, we all agreed he wouldn't get a date. And look at him. Heâs with Carol now.â
Steve remembers the cheer squad turning against Tommy, neither of them had ever figured out why until now. Carol has always considered herself too cool for the cheer squad and Steve wonders if her dating Tommy is a rebellion against them.
âIf you say yes, Billy wonât have another date with a cheerleader ever. Youâll sit at the cheer table surrounded by girls. If one of the basketball boys wants a date, they have to be nice to you,â Molly lays it out again. âJust think about it for a second.â
Molly is terrifying, Steve decides. If she ever decides to go into business, sheâll be unstoppable. Itâs hard to find reasons to say no. He likes it and his father isnât even home to be mad about it. His parents will be back next month, by that time everyone will have forgotten about this. Theyâll never even have to know.
âDoes the deal still stand after the competition?â Steve asks. He is also the son of a business man, he might not like it, but he knows the trade well.
âIt sticks till the end of the year and if I make it into college and you have to repeat a year, it extends to next year too,â Molly promises. âLisa will ensure it.â
âI donât think that will happen,â Steve protests, but he feels quite relieved. He holds out his hand and smiles: âYou got yourself a deal.â
âYes,â she cheers, shaking his hand, before using the movement to pull him from the wall. âCome on,â she tells him. âNo more moping outside. Itâs way too cold.â
The four of them make their way inside. Steve is a big believer in seeing is believing, so he still braces himself when they enter the cafeteria. However, no one is willing to risk a cheerleader getting caught in the cross fire.
He gets many glares, but he has long since learned to keep his head up and ignore it as he follows the girls to their table. When he gets there, multiple faces erupt in smiles and Karen excitedly asks: âDid you agree?â
Steve is taken aback by how happy they all are with the news. All of them practically cheer when he nods and they pull him in their midst as they start explaining the competition to him. Itâs overwhelming in a good way. Their excitement is infectious and itâs the best lunch period heâs had since before Halloween.
When lunch period is over, Heather hooks her arm around his and smiles: âWe have History right now, right?â
âYeah,â Steve agrees, a bit stunned how seriously she takes it without making a big deal out it. He should probably be embarrassed that he is being protected by a group of girls, but he canât bring himself to care much when Heather rips up the note before it reaches him and he isnât tripped up again in the hallways.
He has an escort for the entire day and after the last bell has rung, Susan walks with him to cheerleading practicing, because that is what he has agreed to.
This time, he knows better than to try and do this in his normal clothes, so he changes in a toilet stall, feeling a sense of solidarity with all the less sporty kids heâs seen doing that throughout the years.
They start with a warm up, which Steve takes very seriously after how sore heâd been all weekend, as he ignores the looks of the basketball team when they see him stretching with the cheerleaders in his gym clothes.
Those fucker probably thought he would be running far away from them and not dare to do anything they would dislike ever again. Steve feels a smug sense of defiance as he moves to touch his toes.
The others easily slide into splits and Steve honestly has no clue how they do it. Lisa makes eye contact with him from where she is relaxing in a split and quirks a brow at his confused expression, like she canât understand what is weird about the situation.
âHow do you do that?â Steve asks as an explanation. âHow are your legs not killing you right now? Thatâs so fucking impressive.â
Understanding dawns on her face and she softly laughs: âPractice and patience. Iâve been doing cheer since middle school.â
âWish I could do that,â Steve comments.
âDonât let coach hear that or sheâll make it her mission to get you there and let me tell you, she is a hardass,â Lisa informs him.
Steve honestly hadnât considered the fact that the cheer team would also have a coach and anxiety creeps up at the idea of having to face her. Before he can bolt, theyâre interrupted by Ms. Miller, who teaches geography. âEveryone gather around,â she calls.
Reluctantly Steve follows after the girls, trying to stay out of sight of Ms. Miller. However, itâs for naught, because Ms. Miller asks: âMolly, have you found someone to replace Emma?â
âYes, coach,â Molly says. âSteve is helping out.â
Ms. Miller frowns and Steve feels the heat gathering in his cheeks as everyone parts so she can see Steve. Awkwardly he smiles at her and waves. âUhm, hi, Ms. Miller.â
âItâs coach Miller here,â she tells him. âI expect you to take this seriously. Are you able to do that, Steve?â
âYes, coach,â the answer comes naturally.
Coach Miller smiles: âGood to hear. Do you have any clue what weâre doing?â
âUhm, I subbed for Mary Friday, but other than that, no clue,â Steve answers honestly. âExcept that itâs for a competition.â
Surprise flashes over coach Millerâs face at the confession, but it is quickly replaced by glee. She claps her hands together and blows her whistle: âAlright everyone, weâre going through the whole thing from the top. Slowly. Make sure Steve knows whatâs happening next.â
Everyone immediately starts moving. For a second Steve stands there unsure of what to do, then Heather comes up to him and smiles: âYouâre in my group. Come on.â
He easily follows her as she walks towards two other girls. She introduces them both. First she points to a Latina girl with a high ponytail. âThis is Sofia, sheâs the other base. Look to her for clues.â
Steve nods and shakes Sofiaâs hand. He doesnât have any classes with her, because he thinks sheâs a junior. But he has seen her around in Nancyâs AP Honor courses when they were still dating.
âAnd this is Chrissy, our flyer,â Heather introduces a red hair shy looking girl.
âHi,â she greets.
âHello,â Steve replies with a smile he hopes is reassuring. Heâs pretty sure the girl is a sophomore, who knows him only by reputation. He doesnât want to scare her.
After the introductions, Steve is positioned into the starting position. They go through the entire routine at a snailâs pace to ensure Steve can follow along. Today theyâre just focusing on being at the right place, tomorrow theyâre primarily running through stunts and heâs told that the arm movements will come later.
Like Friday, Steve is having a blast. Sofia is super smart and hilarious. She makes all sorts of jokes under her breath that have all of them struggling not to crack up under the harsh gaze of coach Miller.
Chrissy is also nice and very caring and enthusiastic when she gets out of her shell a little. The only thing is how tiny she is. Steve feels like heâll break her ankle if he holds her too tightly.
The atmosphere is also so much more fun. Coach Miller is strict much like the basketball coach is, but she still yells out encouragements too. And between the cheerleaders themselves, theyâre constantly calling out: âWell done!â or âOh my god, that was so good!â
If anyone in the basketball team were to do that, they wouldâve gotten weird looks and called a fag or something. Steve doesnât miss it, but heâs sad that all of them are told not to even encourage each other. The most they are allowed is a slap on the back. It doesnât seem fair.
But he alone canât change anything about that, so he finds himself in the limbo of smiling when he gets a compliment, but being too awkward to say anything himself as practice goes on.
At they end they all do their cooling down together. Molly takes a place close to Steve and grills him the entire time about how confident he is he can get it before the competition. Steve assures her that he will, though he adds that he doesnât know if he can keep smiling. âI donât even know how you all do that,â he tells her.
Molly laughs at that and answers: âOh, Steve, you are such a guy, you know.â
âWhat?â he asks, a bit confused and unsure what could have gotten that response.
âCome back to me when you walked a day in heels,â she says instead of answering. âWeâre used to smiling through the pain.â
Steve privately thinks that doesnât sound very healthy, but he keeps his mouth shut, unsure he wants to have this discussion.
They disperse to the changing rooms. Steve contemplates going home sweaty again, but heâs in just his shorts now and itâs still way too cold outside for that. Plus, the basketball team is still going, so he hurries through his shower, hoping heâll be done, before they get there.
However, theyâre done quicker with their punishment laps than Steve expected. So, heâs in the middle of pulling his shirt on when they flood into the changing room.
For a second both Steve and the team freeze, staring at each other in some sort of stand off. Then play is pressed again and Steve is suddenly face to face with Billy, who spits: âWhat, hanging out with the freaks and little girls wasnât enough for you, Harrington?â
Steve takes a deep breath, trying not to let it get to him. He replies: âIâm just helping out, Hargrove, you know, doing something nice? Ever heard of the word nice? Or did you skip that lesson in kindergarten?â
Billy bristles and steps forwards, pushing Steve back onto the bench. He gets right up into Steveâs face, who is hit in the face with the stench of teenage boy sweat. He wrinkles his nose, which is the wrong thing to do, because he is grabbed by the front of his shirt and Billy spits: âThose girls canât help you here. Iâm not done with you.â
âWell, I am done with you,â Steve answers coolly, reaching for his bag. He has tried fighting Billy before, that didnât work out. Now he just hopes he can flee. Let him be a coward, itâs not like anyone here still respects him.
Anger flares up in Billyâs face again and he reels back, probably to hit Steve. However, he is still holding Steveâs shirt, but Steve never managed to put it on properly. So, before the hit lands, he slithers out of it and onto the floor, rolling away and snatching bag as he shoulders his way through the rest of the team, who are luckily too stunned to stop him as he breaks free.
In the hallway, he runs into Lisa, who looks at him in surprise. He looks downs, realizing heâs shirtless and gives her an awkward smile. âUh, this is intentional?â he says.
âHarrington!â they hear Billy bellow from the changing room and Steve starts power walking away from the changing room, pulling Lisa with him and putting his sweaty shirt on again.
âAre you okay?â Lisa asks with concern.
âYeah, Iâm fine,â Steve smiles at her. âJust going to change at home next time.â
âFor what itâs worth, I think it really sucks that theyâre treating you like that over this,â Lisa tells him genuinely.
âI get it,â Steve shrugs. âI mean, itâs not exactly conventional, you know. Everyone probably thinks itâs a little weird. Hell, I donât even know why I offered Friday.â
âStill, youâre just doing something nice,â Lisa argues, a small frown on her forehead. She isnât the fighting type, but she does get frustrated.
âDonât think they care,â Steve laughs. âThey already didnât like me before this either. They just have something else to hold against me now.â
Lisaâs frown deepens, but she doesnât say anything.
Steve honestly doesnât feel like talking about it, so he changes the subject by asking: âYou have a car, or want a ride home?â
âI mean, if youâre sure,â Lisa says.
âOf course,â Steve says. âItâs no trouble. And you can tell me more about the terms on the way. I have no clue what coach Miller is telling us 90% of the time.â
That makes Lisa laugh and they set off towards the parking lot together. Luckily, Billy doesnât try anything with Lisa nearby. Steve tries not to question it too much. Heâs tired of trying to figure out what Billy is thinking.
#rr writing#cheerleader steve harrington au#stranger things#steve harrington#chrissy cunningham#steddie#robin buckley x chrissy cunningham#buckingham#st post season 2#the party stranger things#the party#good babysitter steve#OCs#billy hargrove#tw: bullying#tw: f slur#tw: period typical sexism#tw: period typical homophobia#tw: internalized homophobia#tw: child neglect
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He's thinking about maybe dating again, but he isn't sure. For him it's been over 10 years since his last boyfriend, the love of his life, died horribly... But he's very romantically lonely...still, the thought of finding someone made him nervous, especially with what he'd had drilled into him since he was a boy that his "preference" was immoral and disgusting.
He had no idea where to look or how to start since it had been so difficult for people like him to find others in his experience.
#tw: period typical homophobia#he's nervous about dating again#the mun feels really bad for him :( Poor guy
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You think Drew will ever take Brad to a gay bar? How do you think he'd react?
In terms of my series, I think this would be a really hard sell for Brad tbh. I think Drew thrives in being more open with his sexuality, but even he doesn't run around and advertise it. They are both products of their time and unfortunately homophobia was very rife in North America in the 70's. The Aids crisis was a decade or so away, so this time period was not kind or understanding for the most part. I feel like it would be very difficult to get Brad into a gay bar, even with Drew's encouragement.
If it did happen, it would be in a place very removed from where they lived. Where there was no risk of being seen by anyone they knew. I think Brad would be forever curious about the concept, but would never go by himself and probably only go under duress with Drew if he ever did.
I think for Brad, again in terms of my fanfiction series, there is a difference living with Drew and being open with his sexuality. Living together doesn't automatically scream they are in a relationship to outsiders. It could be explained as a roommate situation and there is a degree of protection in that. Going out to gay bars and being open about who he loves is another thing entirely and maybe too much to ask.
What do you think?
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Steveâs mother was the black sheep of her family.
Stella hated the snow, and the isolation of the small town she grew up in. Hated the bright colors, and sheer friendliness of the neighbors. How everyone was always involved in each otherâs business, at all times--and how getting involved meant sharing.
Giving up your time for the greater good.
âWeâre one big family!â Her father had told her, and hadnât understood why she found the concept utterly revolting.
Just like she couldnât understand why they never agreed with her ideas. Things would run so much more smoothly with more rules, better regulations. They didnât need to rely on magic when they had spreadsheets.
Who cared if some people were upset? If some of the workers where put out of jobs, or âhurtâ by her changes?
That was how evolution worked.
The strongest survived, and the business world demanded only the strongest of leaders.
She didnât regret leaving.
Didnât look behind her for a second, all too happy to go to college and find herself a rich man to make miserable.
Even had a child, though they were never her favorite things. Her Steven of course, would be so much different from the children sheâd grown up among or the ones she helped oversee for her father's work.
He wouldnât cry. He wouldnât shriek or scream or make demands of busy adults. Steven would know his place, and he would stay in it until he had grown into a reasonable adult.
No unrealistic expectations, not from her son.
And absolutely, 100%, no magic.
(Unfortunately for Stella Harrington and her relationship with her son, magic does not obey the whims of one person.
Particularly not that kind of magic, one far older than Stella could comprehend.)
See: Steve knew where he came from. Would never say it of course, outright refused to put a name to it.
Knew better, even when he was young, than to speak it aloud.
Though his mother had long abandoned any powers given to her, Steve was still born with his. When lonely, he often found he could wander into a different kind of woods.Â
One absolutely covered in snow.
Steve should have been cold in those woods, but he never was, not even the first time he stumbled into them at the tender age of seven.
These trees never scared him. Not like the ones in his backyard sometimes did.
The whole place felt rather welcoming in a way his own house had never been, and as Steve had stumbled along following the faint glow of lights, he found himself feeling more relaxed.
Happy.
Even at seven, Steve was smart enough to know he needed to turn back, after a while. That his mother would be furious with him if he caused her to miss the meeting she needed to go to.
That he had a responsibility to be where she put him.
He hadnât crested the hill yet. Hadnât quite figured out where the glow was coming from, when he realized he needed to go home--but his trip wasnât wasted.
A baby reindeer distracted him.
It peeked around a tree, and upon seeing him, came dashing his way.
Steve should be scared, would have been scared, but something in him told him this creature was his friend. He held out his hands and greeted it as such.
He was right.
A few more little reindeer came up over the hill, running around him, and together he played what felt like a game as he walked back in the direction he thought his house lay.
Said his goodbyes when the snow started to wane and made promises to return.
Found, sadly, that he wouldnât get another chance too for almost a full year. He was too busy, signed up for multiple sports, handed over to tutors and taught life skills by a parade of nannies, none of whom ever stayed for long.
He dreamed of the snow.
The gentle way the woods felt.
It was what made him tell the lie that let him go back.
Steve was eight by then, and smart to how his parents and nannies worked. That some of them overlapped their stays when his parents went away.
So it was easy to tell Mary that she could go.
That it was okay, really. Carla had just called, she was on her way.
Just like it was easy to tell Carla that his parents' plans had changed. Let her know she wasnât needed after all.
What harm would it do if he was alone for a night? His father kept telling him he was a big boy. Soon heâd be on his own anyway.
The snow found him faster this time, when he went for his walk in the woods.
Delighted, Steve kept an eye out for the reindeer, fingers skittering across tree bark as he looked around, once again tracking the soft glow that came up over the hill.
It was a long walk to that light, but Steve didnât mind.
Not until he heard the crying.
âHello?â Steve called, voice prim and proper as always. It was a little high--Tommy teased him endlessly about it, but he had been assured it would deepen.
The crying didnât stop, but things got quiet for a moment, in the way that happens when someone was trying hard not to be found.
(Steve knew exactly how that felt, not wanting to be found. Wanting to cry for a moment, without someone telling you to toughen up, be a man, âGod Steven youâre too old for all this--â)
âItâs okay!â Steve rushed out, trying to locate where the muffled sounds were coming from before they ran away. âI wonât tell anyone, I promise!â
Which is right about when he almost tripped over the other kid.
He was hunched against a tree, knees drawn into his chest with brown hair hanging into his eyes. His clothes were a odd--a little like how his teacher had made Steve dress when theyâd done a play about the middle ages.
âWhoâre you?â The boy asked defensively, wiping his nose with his sleeve.
âIâm Steve.â He said, before kneeling down himself. âDid you get hurt?â
âNo.â The boy sniffled. After a moment he added; âMâ Eddie.â
His eyes were large, and reminded Steve of a puppy he once saw. All cute and round and shiny.
âI donât think Iâve ever seen you before.â The boy said and it wasnât an accusation, but it wasnât friendly.
âIâm not from around here.â Steve told him. âAt least, I donât think I am.â
It was kind of hard to know, given Steve wasnât sure where here was, exactly--and absolutely knew better than to ask his parents.
âWell then you should go home.â The boy sniffled again.
Steve wasn't put off by it. Tommy had been a lot meaner than this after all, when they'd first met.Â
Given their parents made them play together anyways, Steve felt he he could get this kid to like him too.Â
"I'm gonna, later. I'm looking for something right now though--you wanna come?"Â
Which he felt was a pretty nice offer. Might distract Eddie from whatever was bothering him.
(Steve liked distractions, when he was upset. It made it a lot easier to swallow down the bad feelings.)Â
âYou shouldnât hang around me.â Eddie said suddenly. His nose was as red as his eyes, and he refused to look Steve in the eye as he hunched further into himself. âIâm bad.â
âYouâre not bad.â Steve told him.Â
He got a glare for it.
âHow would you know?â
âI dunno.â Steve stopped, brows furrowing in thought. âI just--kinda do. I always have.â
Which was true. Steve was awfully good at identifying who was good and who was bad, from adults to his fellow classmates. It had gotten him in trouble before his mother had sat him down, and told him he just had a good business sense.
That he needed to keep to himself who was good and who was bad, especially the adults, because it wasnât his place to say such things.
(âBut itâll serve you well in the future.â His mother told him, tucking an errant strand of hair back behind his ear. âParticularly for business deals.â)
âWell youâre wrong then, because I was born bad.â Eddie scoffed, arms crossing over his chest. âEveryone says so!â
It was dramatic as hell, and Steve couldnât help the giggle that escaped him.
âIâm sorry!â He said immediately, when Eddieâs face flushed angrily. âIâm sorry itâs just--you look kinda silly.â
He mimed Eddieâs stance for a moment, including a dramatic little huff of breath. It unbalanced him, and Steve ended up dropping on his butt, which made him to laugh even louder.
âNo one who does that can be bad.â He said finally, through the giggles.Â
âThatâs--stupid. Youâre stupid.â Eddie said, except he was clearly trying to hide his own laugh at Steveâs antics.
âIâm not stupid--and youâre not bad. I promise.â Steve said, before reaching out a hand, one pinkie extended. âIâll swear on it.â
âWhatâre you doing?â Eddie asked him, but he didnât sound sad now. More curious.Â
Curious Steve knew, was a lot better than sad.Â
âYou wrap your pinkie finger with mine. Then itâs a pinkie swear, which is like--unbreakable!â
Thatâs what Carol had told him at least, and so far it had held true. Steve figured it must work doubly so, in a place like this.
Cautiously, Eddie reached out, entwining his pinkie with Steveâs. Like any minute Steve would snatch his hand back, and tell him it was all a joke.
Instead, Steve bobbed their hands up and down once, before letting go and asking; âDo you wanna go find that light with me? I wanna see what it is.â
He pointed up the hill, toward the glow that had haunted his dreams.â
âOh thatâs boring.â Eddie told him, but he had a grin on his face that felt infectious. âItâs just the town. Iâll show you something way better!â
âYeah?â Steve asked, and let Eddie snatch his wrist, launching to his feet and bringing Steve with him.
In doing so his hair blew, revealing that he had pointed ears.
Steve stared at them in awe as Eddie tugged him further into the trees, until they burst into a clearing filled with gingerbread houses. They ranged from teeny tiny, to large enough that Steve and Eddie could walk in them, and it wasnât long before the two started a game of tag, broken only by laughter.Â
In retrospect, this was his downfall.
Because the little gingerbread houses were really cool, and Eddie was a lot of fun. It was easy to play with him--like the two of them had been made for each other.
Steve had never connected like this with a person before. Never had so much fun with someone before.
Not even with Tommy and Carol, his very best friends.
Eddie seemed to feel the same way, and not even an hour into meeting him, Steve knew he would remember this for the rest of his life.
Remember Eddie.
Steve ended up losing track of time. Stayed so long that his lie was discovered.
The person who came looking for him wasnât his parents, but looked weirdly like his mom--if his mom were a boy.
He introduced himself as Steveâs Uncle Nick after he called the two boys to him, hands on his hips in a way Steve kind of wanted to mimic.
Steve knew it to be true, in the same way he knew how to find the forest, and if someone was good or bad. A feeling inside him he could tap into, warm and fuzzy in a way that, should he ever be pressed, he might admit to feeling like magic.
âNow how did you get here?â Uncle Nick asked him, like Steve's presence was a surprising little puzzle.
Knowing better than to lie, sensing that his Uncle would be able to tell if he did anyways, Steve told him the truth.
It got him exactly what he expected, which was an upset adult.
Unlike his mom or dad however, his Uncle didnât yell at him, or grab Steveâs hand in a punishing grip. No nails dug into his skin, no harsh words were hissed. Uncle Nick simply pinched the tip of his nose, before giving a sigh that shook his massive frame.
âYour mom is going to be very upset.â He said finally.
Like Steve didn't know.Â
âI just wanted to see the lights.â
âThe lights--oh.â Uncle Nick glanced over his shoulder. âCould you see them from your house?â
Steve shook his head.
âNo but I could feel them.â
Like a pulse in his chest. A compass, or--a guide.
âHe says he can tell who's naughty or nice.â Eddie chimed in, oddly quiet for how loud he had been. âHe says Iâm good.â
This was said as a challenge, and Steve eyed his new friend out of the corner of his eye. Heâd never dared speak to an adult like that, and was both a little in awe of Eddie doing it, and afraid for him.
Something his Uncle seemed to sense.
âEdward, go home.â He said, firm but kind. Not like how Steve's mom was when she was mad, or his dad when he had a bad day at work.âIâll come talk to you later. Come on Steve, let me walk you back. I best explain this in person.â
Then he took Steveâs hand in his, while Steve called out a goodbye to Eddie over his shoulder.
âYouâll come back and visit, right!?â Eddie yelled back.Â
Steve shouted an affirmative, even knowing it wasnât likely heâd be allowed.
(Wished with all his heart, that he'd be allowed.)Â
âEddie is really good, you know.â Steve said once he no longer could see his new friend, because it felt important to tell his Uncle that. Necessary, for some reason.
âI know.â Uncle Nick replied gently. âBut letâs not worry about him right now, okay?â
âOkay.â
Then they were back in Steveâs woods, the ones that were sometimes unfriendly. In his backyard, and up to the door, and even from here Steve could hear his mother and father screaming at each other, in a tone that made his stomach curl.
âCome on kiddo. Time to face the music.â Uncle Nick told him, and Steve found he really didnât want to let go of his Uncleâs hand.
He did though.
He was a big boy, and well trained. He didnât flinch from his parents. Didnât disobey when his mother demanded he tell her exactly how he got to the fun place, with all the snow--and listened further still when she demanded Uncle Nick take it out of him.
Take what Steve didnât know--not until his Uncle lost the argument.
Reached into Steveâs chest and did something to him, something that killed that warm and fuzzy thing that had always lived inside Steve.
He cried harder than he ever had before that night. Cried and begged for Uncle Nick to put it back, that he was sorry and he wouldnât ever use it again if they just let him keep it.
(He promised, he promised, he promised-!)
Sank to his knees and told his parents that it hurt.
They didn't listen, and they didn't put it back.
His father told him to get up off the floor, and then pulled him up when Steve found he couldnât.
Hauled him to his room, even as his Uncle warned his mother that he couldnât get rid of it. That he could only suppress it, the same way she suppressed hers, but those words didnât really matter to Steve just then.
Not when he was hurting, and tired, and found himself wishing for his new friend.
(His mother told him heâd feel better in time.
Steve never did.)
xXx
The hole in Steveâs chest had never filled.
It kept him up at night. The yearning for something just out of reach, tormenting him with a feeling of being hollow.
He didnât know how his mother could stand it.
Steve stopped fussing about it though--or rather, he stopped the first time his father had slapped him over his complaining.
âEnough, Steven! Youâre perfectly fine. Now start acting like it, for fucks sake!â Heâd roared, and shocked as he was, Steve had still done what heâd been taught to do.
Toughed it out. Sucked it up. Got over it.
Dumped his entire life into basketball and swimming and other parent-approved activities, even if he felt empty.
He was eight, then ten, then fourteen and soon Steve wasnât healed, but he'd adjusted.Â
Got aloof to the pain as his popularity skyrocketed, and his parents left him on his own while they chased the almighty dollar.
(Secretly, Steve tried to fill the void in his heart with parties and people, alcohol and even the occasional drug, though most just left him feeling worse than before.
It was perhaps how he ended up acting as he did.
Turning from the sweet boy who was always helping others, to someone who was fast with their insults. Popularity was a sharks game, and though he refused to participate in the bullying his friends enjoyed, he made sure everyone knew who the biggest fish in the pond was.
Because the hole was always there, in the back of his mind. The thing inside him that was missing, that made him crave the snow, and the lights, and the boy with pointy ears.Â
He might be able to force himself to forget about all of that, if only the hole in his heart would allow him.)
xXx
Five days before his fifteenth birthday, some random guy showed up in Steveâs yard.
This wasnât unusual--Steve invited a lot of people over.
Tommy and Carol both had a standing invitation to use his pool and Steve often used it to curry favor with the upperclassmen--but even underwater, Steve didnât recognize the teenager leaning over to watch him swim.
Plus it was a little weird for someone to pop up on a Sunday.
Refusing to be intimidated, Steve surfaced right under the guy, head whipping up to make sure he splashed him in the face.
Laughed as the other guy sputtered.
âCan I help you man?â Steve drawled, hooking his arms on the lip of the pool.
âIâm looking for someone. Steve Harrington?â The guy told him, glaring as he wiped water off his face.
His hair just touched his shoulders, in that awkward stage of growing out that made him look like a pageboy.
Steve tucked that little observation away for later, in case he needed it.
âCongratulations, you found me.â He said, eyeing him over.
Black jeans with holes in the knees, wallet chain and a black shirt with a faded logo of some band Steve had never heard of proudly displayed. A checkered plaid shirt topped the whole outfit, with a red guitar pick dangling around his neck from a chain.
Like the guy thought he was some kind of rockstar, and not in bumfuck Indiana.
Steve raised an eyebrow.
âThough I think youâre in the wrong place. The audition for the new town jester is being held at the high school.â
He got a frown, like the guy knew he was being insulted but didnât quite want to believe it. âIâm not here for an audition.â
âYou sure? Cause youâre definitely dressed the part.â
âOkay, you are definitely not Steve.â He said, arms crossing his chest. He had a ring on each hand, catching the light as he clutched at his arms. âSteve wasnât this much of a dick.â
Which wasnât the first time Steve had been called out for his behavior--but it had never been by the people he was supposed to care about.
Those people, the people his parents liked?
They loved it.
âTimes change.â Steve told the stranger. Kept his tone light and playful, the way that always made girls giggle at him and guyâs listen.
Well the ones he wasnât making fun of, anyways.
âPeople do too.â
He rearranged himself, planting both palms flat against the concrete, bouncing once to build energy before rocketing out of the water.
Stood, and watched with interest as the new guyâs eyes raked over his naked torso, before his whole face flushed red.
How he looked away, like he suddenly couldnât bare to look at Steve.
âYou shouldn't have changed that much.â He muttered, but Steve already had his number.
"Why were you looking for me anyway?â Steve asked as he went and grabbed a towel. Wrapped it around his waist, but kept his upper body shirtless.
Idly scratched at his hip and watched as the guy acted like Steve had practically stripped naked in front of him.
Weirdly enjoyed the little spark it gave him, to watch this guy appear so affected by his bare chest.
Defensive, the stranger bit out; âWe were friends. I havenât seen him in a long time, I was just checking up on him.â
That made Steve pause.
Really look over the guy standing before him.
The fidgeting, the blushing, the way he avoided Steveâs gaze.
He opened his mouth, an odd urge to draw this out guiding him when the hole in his chest pulsed.
Like a convulsion, a miniature seizure that took Steve entirely by surprise.
It had been a long time since it had done that, long enough to throw Steve off his game.
Make him feel unsafe, unmoored.
Abandoned.
âYeah?â He wheezed, before covering himself and the flood of wrong/want/need with a harsh cough. âWell now I know youâre definitely barking up the wrong tree. Iâd never be friends with a fucking queer.â
At that, the guyâs mouth dropped open, head whipping around to stare at Steve in shock.
"Donât deny it, I can tell. Youâre practically drooling over there.â Steve smiled with all his teeth, even as he struggled to keep his breath even. âItâs disgusting.â
âYou know what, fuck you. I thought you were different and youâre not.â The stranger spat, with far more venom than Steve was prepared for. âYouâre the same as all the rest.â
He scoffed, before whirling on his heel, middle finger high in the air as he stormed off into the woods.
âHave fun with your sad, beige fucking life!â He yelled, voice a little choked up.
âI will!â Steve yelled back at him, oddly heated.
Rubbed his chest when he was gone, before sitting down to try and figure out what the hell just happened--and why the hell his chest hurt so much.
xXx
Steveâs life remained completely and painfully normal--until Nancy Wheeler.
Nancy and her smile, Nancy and her reminder of what it felt like to be loved.Â
She didnât fill the void inside him, but what she did came close.
Felt similar.
Steve found heâd do anything for her, looking at life once again through the lens he had back when he was seven.
It was great.
Better than great--it was the best heâd ever been.
Then Barb went missing.
Shit hit the fan so fast that in retrospect, Steve still doesnât understand it. There was Jonathan and his camera, with the background of his missing little brother. Tommy and his insults, grabbing Steve up by the collar. Nancy being weird, Nancy ducking him to hang out with the guy who took photographs of them having sex.
Steve's brain tracks it all in little snapshots. The way he realized that maybe Nancy was right--he was way more of an asshole than he thought. How he decided to clean the theater, and then apologize to Jonathan.
(Creepy shit or not, Jonathanâs brother was gone. Steve had never had a brother, but he understood how it felt when something important was taken from you.
How it made you act after.)
There was a shift inside him. Not coming from the void, but from how Steve dealt with it.
And then there was a fucking monster coming out of the ceiling.
This is how Steve learns the magic he once had wasnât special. That itâs not the only supernatural thing that exists in the world.
Only unlike the snow and gingerbread house and boy with pointed ears and an Uncle that looked a hell of a lot like Santa Clause, this version came with evil government laboratories, the Upside Down and his girlfriend holding a gun.
It was kind of a lot, really.
Particularly because his parents werenât home.
(They still came home of course, but it wasnât with the same frequency as it used to be.
The business trips went from once a month, to every other week, to long stretches of away periods. Long enough that Steve spoke to them over the phone more than he did in person, and knew more about business mergers than he ever cared too.
Also his fathers love life, courtesy of his drunk mother.)
Steve didnât exactly handle it well.
Doesnât think any of them handled it well, really, even if Nancy blamed him for trying to pretend he was okay. But right as their relationship blew up in Steveâs face, shit started happening again.
Flickering lights and freaky monsters. A group of kids Steve found himself in charge of, who were doing their level best to commit suicide.
(âWeâre helping El and Will, idiot!â Mike Wheeler protested in the back of Billy Hargroveâs Camaro when Steve brought up that this was not what being benched meant, and Steve let him have that one given the way the world was spinning.
God that asshole hit like a train.)
Another snapshot, full of fear and fury, and things were over once again.Â
Steve was telling Nancy it was okay. She could go with Jonathan, that he could tell it was what she wanted.
It hurt him to do it, but he wasnât going to be like his own parents.
Realized with a weird amount of clarity, that he wanted to be the very opposite of his parents.
Late in the night, feeling every ache and pain in his body but knowing everyone was safe, Steve finally started the long trek home.Â
He didnât have his car (he hoped that was still at the Byers place) and he didnât have his keys (no clue where those went but he was praying it wasnât in the freaky tunnels) and was well into the middle of his walk when his chest started acting weird. Really weird.Â
Steve ignored it.
He kept ignoring it, focused on getting back to his bed, and his bed alone.
(Maybe he had been thinking more than that. About how the last time he had truly been happy wasnât with Nancy, but with Eddie. That heâd give anything to go play in the gingerbread houses again.
Maybe he was even thinking of how warm his Uncle had been, the way he was so gentle when he held Steveâs hand.
How heâd argued against Steveâs parents, when no one else ever did.
It was probably just the head injury.)
Unfortunately--or fortunately, depending on who you asked later--the weird feeling didn't stop.
It grew and grew, until it felt like something was breaking out of him.
Like a cough youâd long suppressed that crawled forcefully up and out of your throat, it both hurt and felt amazing, a pang echoing out through his very core--
Then suddenly there was snow on the trees and Steve was stumbling into a teenager with fluffy hair.
âSorry.â He muttered, right before he went down on his knees.
âWhat the hell---â Fluffy haired guy said, spinning around and looking at Steve like he was a ghost. âOh shit, are you okay!?â
âIâm fine.â Steve lied, even as he gave in and laid down.
Man, this snow was nice.
Comfy and soft, and cold on his face.
There was a string of curses coming from above him, and Steve made the effort to twist his head so he could watch fluffy hair kneel frantically next to him.
â What happened!? How did you get here!?â
âSâlong story man.â Steve slurred, feeling bad and looking worse. His head fucking hurt.
âDonât suppose thereâs a guy named Eddie around? He has uh,â Steve fumbled, hands trying to point to his ears. âPointed. You know.â
He gestured to his own ear again.
(Figured he might as well ask, given all the snow.)
The Fluffy Hair pulled said hair back at that, revealing his very own pointy ear. âDude youâre in the North Pole, all us elves have pointy ears.â
The North Pole.
The words Steve had only ever dared to think, and never said out loud.
âCool.â He said instead, not really feeling like he was inside his own body.
âJust--stay there, okay? My name's Gareth Iâm gonna go get someone.â Gareth the elf (an elf, wasnât that a trip. Did that mean Eddie was also an elf?) said, hands hovering awkwardly in the air, before he darted off, out of Steveâs sight.
âCan you get Eddie?â The question came out in a whine, the hurt in Steveâs chest overtaken by the pain in his head.
He didnât get an answer.
Which was okay, he thought.
He didnât really need one.
He had the snow, and the woods that werenât straight out of a fucking nightmare, and, he could just sleep right hereâŠ
âSteve!â
He blinked, and found he must have passed out.
âThere you are. Stay with me.â A blurry face was saying. A couple more blinks brought it into focus, and Steve knew this person, even if he couldn't put a name to a face.
The hair was longer, and there were more rings on his fingers, ones Steve could both see and feel as a hand ran along the back of his head.
Worried doe eyes met Steve's own, and just through the curtain of curls, he caught the outline of a pointed ear.
âEd--ie?â He croaked, unsure.
âYeah Stevie, it's me. You're okay, we brought you back to my place. Gareth is getting help.â
He was trying to sound reassuring but he mostly just sounded worried.
Not that Steve cared, because he finally figured out why older Eddie was familiar.
âOh.â He managed, the words feeling like he had to push out. âIt was you. By the--pool.â
âWhat?â
It felt like eons ago. The weird guy, asking after him. Back when Steve had been doing anything he could to fill the void his magic had left behind, and turned into a raging shithead as a result.
âM sorry.â Steve slurred, voice cracking in its honesty. âI was--asshole. M'sorry.â
The look Eddie gave him was wild. Like he couldnât believe Steve was here, and definitely couldnât believe Steve was apologizing.
Which was fair. Until last year Steve wouldnât have ever apologized, to anyone, ever.Â
âYeah you were, but we can talk about it later. Right now I just need you to stay awake.â Eddie said instead. It was gentle, a lot more gentle than Steve felt he deserved.
It made him want to explain, more than anything, what had happened.
âI was tryin to fixâŠthe hole. Inside.â Steve needed Eddie to understand. Needed it more than breathing, just then.
âI know, big boy.â Eddie soothed, and his hands were back in Steveâs hair.
It felt nice.
âSânot an excuse, promise it's not. I was hurt--hurting, and--I was mean.â Steve continued. It was getting harder to think, the world swimming in and out of focus, but this was important.
Perhaps the most important thing heâd done in a long time, sans saving the kids from the demodogs.
âItâs okay, Stevie. I didnât get it back then but I understand better now andâŠâ
He might have said something more. Steve thinks he was, but then Eddie was shaking him harshly, and Steve realized he might have tried to pass back out.
âCome on Stevie, sweetheart, you canât sleep right now. You have to stay awake for me, okay? Steve?â
Steve tried to shake his head and hissed when he found out how much that hurt. Breathed in and out through the pain, before his brain connected back to what heâd been trying to say.
âNot jusâ to you.â He panted. âWasnât mean just to you.â
That was important too. That Eddie knew he hadn't been targeted. That Steve was a dick to pretty much anyone he came across.
âI know. I've uh, been watching you, from here."
âYeah?â
âWe have this giant globe. Like a crystal ball, but itâs set deep into the floor so you can only really see half of it. It can also connect to snow globes, and it can let you see places. Watch people.â
Eddieâs voice was soothing, the deep timber of it echoing through Steveâs chest. Belatedly he realized his head was in Eddieâs lap.
That felt nice too.
âI was real mad at you but the Bossman--uh, your Uncle, he kinda showed me you once or twice and then I started watching you myself. Sorry I know thatâs weird--â
âLeast you didnât take pictures.â Steve wheezed and then tried to grin because that was very much supposed to be a joke.
(He definitely had felt more put together when he dropped the kids off in Billy's Camaro--so what the hell was happening? Had the shock worn off? Adrenaline?
Fuck maybe he should have just driven Billyâs stupid car back to his house, instead of leaving it at Max's house.
Asshole deserved to not know where his car was anyway.)
Then suddenly there was a lot of noise and light and fuck did that all make his head hurt. Hands went all over him, people barking orders, and a girl Steve was pretty sure was his age was peering at him.
âSteve?â She asked, but it sounded distant. Echoey and unclear.
âI canât keep him awake!â
That from Eddie, who sounded much clearer, if not utterly panicked.Â
âItâs okay, Iâve got him.â The girl said, tight but professional in a way that typically belonged to someone used to medical emergencies. âYou can let him go now.â
âAre you kidding me, Buckley youâre an apprentice medmage-!â
Steve frowned at that, but found something was drifting over him. A weight, like an invisible blanket pressed down gently, and he had a second to recognize that this too, was some kind of magic before sleep tried to take him.
He fought it for a moment as a thought occurred.
One last thing he needed to say.
âYouâre still good. Eddie. Youâve always been--â
The magic took him away.
xXx
It smelled like cinnamon.
Cinnamon and sharp hints of peppermint, the kind that tickled at Steveâs nose as he slowly rose back into consciousness.
Steve winced as he sat up, head itching like ants were crawling all over it. Idly he tried to scratch at his forehead and found himself touching a thick bandage, at about the same time his body seemed to catch on that he was awake.
It reminded him that he had had a hell of a night in the form of an onslaught of aches and pains.
His fingers traced the edge of the bandage as he took in the cheerful red walls surrounding him. The room was the exact kind of kitschy his mom hated, little twirls of white here and there making the place look like the inside of a candy cane.
The center piece was the full size window, taller than Steve was and twice as wide. Fat, fluffy flakes of snow drifted lazily outside it, some sticking to the window panes as they floated on by.
It was a little like being knocked out and waking up in the Wonka factory, but given all the shit that he had been through the past twenty four hours, Steve didnât mind it.
Snow was infinitely preferable to the weird ash that came out of the Upside Down.
As if sensing he was awake, the door opposite the window swung open. A tray came through, positively stacked with a stupid amount of pancakes and oozing with maple syrup, the type Steve could smell.
âI,â Eddie announced, head just visible above the good, âhad a very embarrassing meltdown when they tried to take you away from me. So suck it up Harrington, because youâre stuck with me now.â
Steve stared at him, mildly concerned he was a hallucination.
âI brought you pancakes.â Eddie added, pausing as he approached the bed like he hadnât actually thought through to this point.
âI see that.â Steve said, just to fill the sudden, awkward silence. âThereâsâŠkinda a lot there, man.â
So much so it was threatening to escape the confines of the tray and drip down onto the carpet.
âYou play sports things donât you?â Eddie defended, making the executive decision to put the tray down on the bed. âKinda thought youâd need like, a lot, especially if you're healing."Â
Steve snorted, but didnât bother to hide the smile that crept onto his face.
Even if it hurt.
Dragged his gaze from the pile of pancakes now laid before him, to the man fidgeting awkwardly by his bedside.
Realized belatedly, that Eddie hadnât changed much.
Not since Steve had last seen him, though he never in his life would have thought one of Santaâs elves would wear so much black.
(Frankly Eddie looked just like every other teenage metalhead Steve had ever met, sans the pointed ears. One of which was now pierced and had little metal hoops threaded through it.)
Eddie realized Steve was looking, and bashfully twist a strand of his hair in front of his face.
It was cute.
It made him look cute.
âYou might as well sit and help me with this, itâs way too much.â Steve told him.
Which was the truth--Eddie had brought him a shit load of pancakes and Steve wasnât exactly sure he could chew all that well right now, considering his left cheek was so puffed out it felt like a chipmunks.
Didnât want to turn down a gift though--or rather, turn down a gift from Eddie.
Who he absolutely still needed to apologize properly too.
âI guess I should start off with a thank you.â Steve began, as Eddie dropped onto the bed. âI think you might have saved my life, though I swear I wasnât doing that bad off before I got here.â
âRobin said the shock wore off.â Eddie told him. He didnât wait for Steve to dig in, grabbing a pancake and rolling it up like a sausage before stabbing one end in syrup. âShe also said you had a hell of a concussion, two cracked ribs and a literal boatload of scratches,â
Which sounded about right, considering.
âStill though.â Steve frowned, looking at his hands. âI mostly just fought off Billy, the demodogs never got me.â
Something he was incredibly thankful for, given the sheer amount of teeth.
âI think youâre downplaying your injuries here, handsome, you gave Robin a hell of a fright. She cursed in four languages." Eddie talked fast, just like the little boy Steve remembered him as.
It made him grin.Â
âHandsome, huh?â Steve teased, and regretted it the second it slipped out of his mouth.
He hadnât meant to call attention to it. Not just yet anyway. Wanted to work his way up to his apology and then the things he had kind of realized on his walk home (and possibly before that, though he thinks he might haveâŠrepressed it.)
Given the way Eddie froze, Steve figures heâs got about two seconds to talk himself out of it, before Eddie rightfully shut him out.
âI like it. The nicknames.â He said, which is also not what he intended to come out of his mouth and God he was really blowing this, wasnât he?
âSteve,â Eddie started, sounding a little strangled and nope, no, he was going to fix this dammit!
âIâm sorry.â He said honestly. âI know I was an ass when you came to check up on me, and I know I said some terrible things to you. I regret it. I regret it a lot, and I shouldnât have treated you like that.â
âYou weren't wrong.â Eddie cut in, twirling a ring on his finger, eyes firmly on it. âI am gay. I am flamingly gay. And I understand if after today, you don't want me here.â
Which apparently answered the question about whether or not elves gave a shit about such things.
(Or maybe they did, and it was humans who cared, and Eddie was giving him an out for it.
Steve figured heâd ask later.
After he had finished groveling.)
âI want you here.â He said, as seriously as heâd ever said anything. âI think the real question is why you would want to help me?â
It was the one thing that didnât add up. Why Eddie had been so nice, when heâd shown up.
Sure it was one thing to be a good citizen or whatever, help out a guy who was passed out on the ground, but Eddie hadnât just gotten help.
Heâd stroked Steveâs hair. Heâd kept him awake.
Hell he called Steve sweetheart.
And now he was here again, right by Steve's bedside, checking up on him.
You didnât do that for the guy who was a downright douchebag too you, even if it had been a few years.
Eddie bit his lip, before he chanced a look back at Steve, up through his bangs. âBecause you said I was good Steve. You were the first person who ever said I was good.â
Quieter he added âAnd because we were friends once.â
âI'd like to still be friends.â
âEven if I'm gay?â
Steve took a deep breath, and let out a truth that heâd maybe been ignoring for almost as long as heâd tried to forget about the hole in his heart.
âCards on the table Eddie, Iâm not sure Iâm not gay Or whatever both is."Â
He'd heard the word once from Chrissy, but hadn't cared to remember it.
(Regretted that a little bit.)Â
He got a mighty frown in response.
âDonât do that. Donât--joke, like that.â
âItâs not a joke.â Steve said slowly, feeling the words as he spoke them. âI think this is part of the stuff I always just--ignored. Didnât want to deal with it, because my--â
Steve couldnât bring himself to say magic, and so, aborted the sentence entirely. âI couldnât deal. So everything connected to this place, to the rest of my family, to you, I just pushed aside. Pretended it didnât exist.â
Pretended that he was normal.
Just like his parents wanted.
Then heâd met Nancy.
Realized what he felt about her, heâd always felt about Eddie. That the way she looked at Jonathan wasnât the way she looked at him--and even then, in the love he had for her, Steve hadnât looked at her like that either.
Steve had been attracted to her for her yes--but initially, maybe, because sheâd looked a little like someone else.
Admitted to himself that he the reason he could clock Eddie so fast back when he was fourteen, wasn't because he was that good at reading people, but because he recognized what it looked like to get caught checking out a guy.
âBut I could never forget about you.â Steve added because well. âIâve never been able to forget about you.â
Heâd already said cards on the table, hadnât he?
Might as well reveal his whole hand.
âYou were the last thing I thought of, when I was trying to get home. I wasnât thinking about my house, or my parents. I was thinking about you. Iâve never been able to come back here, not after Uncle Nick,â He cut himself off again, frustrated that he couldnât just fucking it, but made himself take a breath.
Continue.
â--but I could, last night. I could get to you.â
Technically heâd gotten to Gareth, who Steve probably also owed a thank you too, but hey, beggars canât be choosers.
Gareth had found Eddie anyway, in the end.
âI absolutely get if you want nothing to do with that, considering I think Iâm just now accepting this about myself but. I wanted you to know. Youâre important to me, Eddie. You always have been.â
It was weird--Steve should have felt laid bare. Vulnerable now that heâd laid out all these things heâd suppressed, that he thought taken away alongside his magic.
Instead he felt lighter than air.
Like the weight had finally been lifted and he could breathe deep once again.
For a long moment no one said anything and Steve figured this was it, heâd gone too far, when Eddie darted in, pressing a quick kiss to Steveâs cheek.
He pulled away just as fast. Wide eyes searched Steveâs face, as though expecting Steve to change his mind.Â
If anything, it just solidified it.
Steve reached out slowly, gently grabbing on of Eddieâs hands. Brought it up to his mouth and kissed the back of it, while maintaining eye contact.
Enjoyed the way Eddieâs face went bright red.
âYouâre important to me too.â He managed, voice awed. âYouâve always been important to me. Stevie.â
Finally feeling like he knew where he belonged, Steve grinned back.Â
xXx
Bonus
âWhen I said let him sleep Munson, I didnât mean with you!â Someone screeched a few hours later, jolting Steve awake.
âHe was awake when I came in!â Eddie protested, shoving himself up onto his elbows when the women from yesterday--Robin, Steve thought her name was--stormed in. âWe fell asleep together after Robbie, I swear!â
âI donât believe you.â
âHi.â Steve said with a little wave, before the two of them could screech some more. âIâm Steve.â
âI know, Dingus.â Robin told him, eyes narrowed in fury. âYouâre a member of the Clause family, everyone knows who you are.â
âOh.â Steve said, though it felt less cool and more weird that someone had finally said it out loud.
That he, Steven Harrington, had an Uncle, and that Uncle was Santa Clause.
âDustin is gonna freak.â
âIâm sure Mega-Idiotson here hasnât told you, but Iâm the medmage that saw you last night. Or kinda--see Iâm an apprentice medmage, but my teacher was kinda out with the Boss seeing someone a town over and time was tight and we couldnât exactly wait--â
âBreath, Buckley. In,â Eddie teased, before demonstrating a deep breath on himself, hand sweeping into his chest before he loudly exhaled. âand out.â
âShut up, Eddie, Iâm working up to something here!â
âWhat is it?â Steve said, feeling like if he didnât interject Robin would take a while to get to the point.
âI might have accidentally undid whatever was on your magic?â Robin rushed out, so fast Steve nearly didnât catch it. âLike I can tell thatâs the Bossâs magic, and that he did--whatever that was, but I couldn't figure out how to heal you with it there and it was kinda already leaking out so I just--took it off?â
Steve gaped at her.
âYou fixed me?â He managed after a moment, hand darting out to squeeze at one of Eddieâs.
âUm. Yes?â Robin cautioned, like she wasnât exactly sure thatâs what she did.
âOh my god. Oh my god!â Steve laughed, then felt absolutely stupid for not checking in with himself.
Because Robin was right.
The hole was gone--and his magic was back.
How had he not noticed that his magic was back!?
âEddie, Eddie sheâs right--I have it back!â
He turned in bed, dropping Eddieâs hand so he could cup his face and kiss him instead.
âOkay, I donât need to see this--â Robin complained, but Steve didnât care.
Could only laugh delighted into Eddieâs mouth, before Eddie deepened the kiss.
(âGuys seriously I am still right here! Canât you at least wait until Iâm gone!?â
âNo. Now get out Robin, youâre ruining my moment!â
âItâs okay, Eds. Iâll give you as many moments as you want.â
âEw, ew, ew-!â )
This whole ass thing on A03 if you'd rather read it there!
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Steve being a supportive figure to Will is underutilized content I need more of, this post shows that when he ripped the party a new one
tw// period typical homophobia
will had come out.
the party took it badly.
but steve and robin. well. they didn't. robin held him as he cried and steve went to talk to the stupid little shits will called his friends.
"what, steve?" mike sneered as he opened the door.
"move it wheeler," he pushed past him, "lucas, dustin, max, front and center." el had stayed back with will and robin. she didnt understand why the others were so mad. two boys could love each other, surely that wasn't worse than the mindflayer. right?
the group faced steve, staring at him defiantly. "well," dusting asked expectantly. "shut it, henderson. let me speak. i don't appreciate the way you reacted to will. he has been through many MANY things and supported you through them ALL. Mike, you blew him off for El, Lucas you blew him off for Max, Dustin you blew him off for Suzie-"
"wait-"
"quiet mayfield im not done. you're not innocent in this either. you should have been there for will. especially from what you told me about billy before he died." steve snapped, maxs head dropping low. "you're right, steve. sorry."
steve scoffs. "don't say sorry to me. and the rest of you, really? this is what scares you? two boys in love? i can't believe this. i thought you were better than that. you of ALL people know what it's like to be ridiculed and cast out for who you are."
"but- what- what about AIDs?" mike spluttered. the two others nodding hesitantly in agreement.
"seriously? you have faced interdemensional terrors and you're worried about... AIDs? something that can affect ANYONE? god. dustin i thought you were smarter than to fall for that. and lucas, i just. never took you to stoop to mikes level." steve sighs and shakes his head disappointedly.
he can see the regret on their faces. "whatever, i'm leaving."
"wait, can we come?" mike shouts desperately.
steve scoffs again, harsh, "no. stay here and think about what you did. and how you hurt will because you're too stupid to think. max, let's go."
"what? why does she get to go?" dustin asks, a hand out in her direction.
"because, max was coerced, and she never said that shit you guys did. im going to talk to her too on the ride home, and then she is going to apologize to will." he said in finality.
"why do you even care about this steve?" it was lucas who spoke, and it was... sincere. steve sighed and faced him. "because it effects me too. some of the best people i know are gay. including myself. i just... i never thought YOU guys of all people would react like this." he shook his head sadly. "do your research like you like to do henderson. maybe then you'll figure out why i'm not going to talk to you anymore." and with that he left, not looking back to catch the devestated look on dustin's face.
"cmon max." he shouted over his shoulder, only waiting for her to get in the car and buckle her seat belt.
he drove away with the hope those idiots would get their heads out of their asses.
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If I Should Stay
Trigger warning: period-typical homophobia and associated slurs
Part 1 | . . . | Part 37 | Part 38 | Part 39
Allison smiles at Eddie as they listen to Steve bicker with Dustin. Eddie glances at her, sees her smiling, and looks⊠disgusted. âGod,â he says with a sneer, âyou thought we were serious? That weâre some fags? You thought you could have your picture-perfect little dream life, didnât you?â
Allison feels fear tingle down her spine. She gets off the counter and makes her way around the island, angling it between her and Eddie, letting her get close to the sliding doors that lead to the backyard.
Just then Steve comes back in, and Allison pleads with her eyes. âSteve? Bubba?â
âSorry, Allison,â he says, though he doesnât sound sorry. âYou thought weâd accept you being a dyke?â
He and Eddie begin to laugh, and as tears prick at her eyelids, she feels behind herself for the door, throws it open, and steps outside.
Except sheâs not outside. She can feel herself calming down slightly as she recognizes the hallway: itâs the one on the way to Cassidyâs room. âCass?â She calls timidly, wiping her eyes. âCassie?â She opens the oh-so-familiar door and freezes in the entryway. Itâs not Cassidyâs room; itâs a room sheâs never seen before. It looks like a meeting room. Her father is at one end of a long table, her mother just to his right. Steveâs to his left, with Eddie to his left, and Cassidy is on her motherâs right. The rest of the table is filled with friends and acquaintances from school, all staring at her, judging her.
She takes a step back. âDaddy?â She asks, like sheâs five years old again.
Richard Harrington sighs. âHonestly, Allison, I thought we raised you better than this. Your mother and I didnât raise you to throw your life away like a prostitute.â
âDad, I love her,â she pleads.
Cassidy scoffs. âDo you? When you forgot my birthday? When you got me earrings for our anniversary? When you keep dragging your feet about everything?â
Allison gapes. âI- I didnât- we celebrated later,â she tries weakly. âYou said you loved the earrings. And Iâm- Iâm not trying to drag my feet-â
âAllison,â Cynthia Harrington says, spreading her hands. âWe just want whatâs best for you, darling. Come with us.â
The rest of the table starts murmuring, with us, come, come with us, and Allisonâs heart kickstarts in her chest before she runs out of the room.
She ends up on a cursed-looking landscape, with dead earth and red sky, sticky vines and prehistoric-looking beasts.
She sees a clump of dead trees and sprints towards them, hiding in between them as best she can.
âAllison?â She hears, and her heart thumps in her chest, but how can she be sure?
âAlli? Baby?â
She turns around to see Cassidy trapped under a fallen tree, and she gasps. âHowâd you get here?â
âPlease,â Cassidy groans, tears tracing down her cheeks. âPlease help me, baby, itâs on my ankle, I think itâs broken-â
âCassie,â Alli sobs, falling to her knees next to her. âIâve got you, okay? Iâve got you.â She does her best to lift one end of the log off of Cassidy, enough so Cassidy can wiggle out. When sheâs out, Allison drops the log and wraps Cassidy in a hug. âBaby,â she whispers. âBaby, Iâm so scared.â
âI know you are, sweetheart,â Cassidy says, but itâs not Cassidy, and Allison steps back and looks up with a gasp.
âW-what- who- who are you?â
His face contorts into a sickly grin. âI have many names,â he says, raising his arms as if to embrace her again. She eyes him distrustfully. âNone of them will make any difference to you, though, since youâll be dead before you can use them.â
She pivots on her heel and runs, ignores everything she can that isnât her feet pounding on the dead earth. She suddenly hears a bit of music, which is so unlike anything sheâd experienced in this place that she instinctively turns to it. It sounds almost like Steve.
âDarling, you got to let me know,â the voice sings, âshould I stay or should I go? If you say that you are mine, Iâll be here till the end of time. So you got to let me know, should I stay or should I go?â Then the voice starts speaking. âCâmon, Al,â it murmurs. âYou gotta fight, please. I just got you back, câmon, I canât lose you again. Not this soon. I wonât let him have you, Al, but youâve gotta fight too.â
He starts the next line, and she suddenly sees something like a portal in front of her. As she gets closer, she can see herself, floating off the ground, eyes rolled back in her head. Steveâs standing on the counter, trying to reach her ear to speak. âBubba,â she murmurs, running as fast as she can. Something tells her to look behind her, but she knows itâll cost her speed, so she doesnât, just runs to the portal and jumps through, back into her body.
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Slow dancing with Yulia in some dimly lit bar, soft music in the background, and the chatter of patrons in-between nursing their drinks. You smell her cologne the closer she leans into you. Her lips glisten red, stained courtesy of the wineâthe glass long forgotten on the abandoned table.
You lead, her leg resting its weight atop yours to prevent any discomfort movement would cause her. You're barely phased by her foot weighting on your shoe, carrying her through the restricted space with grace.
She smells of smoke, holding you tight, lips pressed thin, for she can't trust herself not to drown in yours. While a show of sodomy in broad daylight would be frowned uponâeven in a peculiar town such as thisâbut no one would bat an eye at the two women kissing in a basement bar, chalking it up to alcohol and the fragile easily-impressionable feminine mind. This one bubble of absolute freedom the architect fashioned for all those who seek another bite of the apple still.
But Yulia bites her tongue into place instead. She cannot, words echo in her mind.
Not out of reverence for some higher power, neither heaven nor hell ever held an appeal for her. The equations on the chalkboard spoke of fate and only fate, no sin or virtue. for Sapphos eros for her lovers wasn't sinful, yet the desire Yulia held for you was anything but. It transcends all decency, threatens to steal the thin veil of civility she drapes over herself, and rip it to shreds.
Just for a taste of your lips.
So she lets you carry her, overindulge in the feel of your arms enclosed around her waist. No need to ache your heart with her perverseness; she'll take her fantasies with her to the grave.
As for now, as you sway her around, she can only dream.
#â§Yulia#â§fem reader#Yulia lyuricheva x reader#fem reader#â§x reader#pathologic x reader#x reader#tw homophobia#kinda#I just wanted to write about Yulia being a lesbian okay#â§romance#period typical homophobia#period typical sexism
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â â â â â„ïž . *. â HE KNEW THAT IT WAS RISKY TO DO THAT. it didn't really matter if they were in private ; he knew how people like the two of them were treated in society nowadays. they were often ridiculed , shunned , told they were going to hell , called names that didn't reflect who they really were. while mike had an inkling that will wasn't INTERESTED in girls for some time , there was still an underlying fear that had gripped his chest when he had leaned in to kiss the other. how would he react? would he be surprised? curious? even horrified?
even when the look the other portrayed wasn't of any of those emotions ( maybe minus surprise ) he still felt AN AIR OF UNEASE wash over him at the other's words. he wasn't wrong ; the two of them should definitely be careful.
especially if they became ... more than friends. decided that their lives were suited to taking that route. if mike was being honest with himself , the thought of that kind of life ... it excited him. obviously , it was far too late to deny his feelings for will. but what would happen if they had to hide forever? what would they do if they NEVER CAME AROUND to telling their families and their friends? what if after all this time , they only ended up having each other?
but he couldn't worry about that , not yet. they still had plenty of time to work things out.
â i know , i know ... it was a risk. but i ... i had to take it. it's who i am , and you know that. but ... if it makes you feel better ... we'll just keep it between the two of us. we won't tell a SINGLE SOUL if that's what'll make you most comfortable. and we ... we don't even have to decide what to do right now , right? i mean ... there's still so much to discuss. â easy mike , you're rambling.
Will was trying to calm himself because he had just unloaded alot onto Mike, and now he needed to be there for whatever Mike was going to say next, just like Mike had been there for him.
There was also the fact that all this was out there, and moving on was something that had to happen now. Will took a deep breath, like he was gearing himself up for disappointment. He was gearing himself up to see Mike happy alongside someone who wasn't him because even now with the potential--- Will still did not feel he was good enough for Mike.
He had never expected a kiss, and despite the hesitance at first, he selfishly leaned in and selfishly enjoyed it. He still hadn't figured out what Mike was trying to imply. Will was smart, but everything Mike seemed to make him stupid. He also wasn't great at picking up cues people gave, then again sometimes he ignored them willingly. But that second one was rarer.
He had not been expecting to be kissed. That was so far from his mind that he may have acted like a bit weird in that he froze up, before he leaned into it. He wouldn't call it perfect, but he also had nothing to compare it to. It was his first kiss, and his only kiss. He wouldn't lie and say he thought he was very lucky that his first kiss was from someone he loved deeply. Will wasn't lucky often. Today he was.
He seemed to loose all ability to function because it was Mike, he felt like the air was out of his lungs in a good way. He also needed his thoughts to catch up with him because he felt like he just stood their speechless forever. It was likely just a few seconds, "Compelled?" he asked after he felt like he could think again. He nearly asked if Mike would be compelled to do it again to make sure it wasn't a fluke. But he stopped himself, instead he asked, "If you do it again, you have to be careful." He absolutely knew the risks, he could put those clues together of things that were not only said about him, but also his disappearance. He knew the risks Mike was taking not only with kissing Will, but also kissing a man, he didn't want Mike thinking he was presumptuous that Will assumed he'd be the object of his friends affections again.
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william "pretends to be confident abt everything" af.ton will, in fact, bring up pegging / being fingered as a joke if he thinks his wife / girlfriend is straight to test the waters ( because of the time period and him having to technically pretend to be straight ). big "haha as if. right. right?" vibes
#Ë â§ headcanon » ( the demon to his demons )#Ë â§ n s f w » ( know how to hide it / kinda like it )#suggestive#sinday#period typical homophobia tw#homophobia mention tw#i want to be sooooo clear: straight people can be into pegging. i know that. what i mean is that like.#straight ppl are more likely to be weirdly homophobic abt it so it's not worth the risk to ASK directly abt it for him#btw with his wife elise it literally went like#william vc: lmao can you imagine / elise vc: bend over that table right now.#anyway happy pride the serial killer gets fingered and pegged by his bisexual wife
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I Found Myself a Cheerleader 7
Chapter 7 out of 28
Bumped to the lowest step on the social ladder after his fight with Billy, Steve gets roped in with the cheer team. What starts as a favor to help them out when one member breaks her leg in turn for protection from the brunt of the bullying, sets the universe on a different path.
In this chapter, Steve gets a job at the mall, while he attempts to get his life back under control. There he meets his new coworker, Robin, who seems to have an issue with him for no reason. Tentatively and rockily, they try to become cordial with each other, maybe even friends. However, trying to front a sense of normality isnât easy and can hurt those around you.
On AO3.
Ships: eventual steddie & buckingham
Warnings: internalized homophobia, f-slur, period typical homophobia, child abuse mention
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Chapter 7: The Summer Job
Finding a job proves to be easier than Steve had expected. The mall has opened and is desperate for workers whoâll accept shit wages for the amount of work they have to do. Steve fits right in with the rest.
Heâs hired the day after graduation when he is given a uniform and told to show up the next day. All his stuff is still in his car and Steve contemplates not going back to the Byers house, but it feels wrong to leave without a word after all the kindness Joyce showed him. And heâs sure that he canât hide in a town as small as Hawkins.
Still, he doesnât want to face any of the party right now. So, he drives out the quarry again. A part of him hopes Eddie will be there like he was yesterday, an angel in the midst of turmoil, but the hours he is there are spend alone.
When it gets late, he knows he has to get back. He canât keep ignoring the world forever, so heâs going to have to face Jonathan and Will at some point. Plus, if heâs going to act like everything is fine, he should just do that, not hide away.
Steve can recognize that a part of him knows he is reluctant to go back, because he knows heâll have to break Willâs heart. But he canât be there for him right now. He canât pretend like heâs okay with being gay, canât pretend heâs fine after getting kicked out.
He just hopes the kid can forgive him.
With great reluctance he climbs back into the car and drives the same route to the Byers that he drove last night. He ignores how Joyce seems to be waiting by the kitchen window when he gets there. Tries not to think of how he nearly stayed away.
He walks up to the door and is let in by Will, who has clearly also been waiting for Steve. He tries not to think about that too much either, nor about the bruise on his face. Itâs not the worst one he could have gotten, but it is one he had to explain in his interview earlier. He told the man hiring him itâs a basketball injury. One hit him in the face.
Itâs obvious that Will is dying to ask something about it, however instructions from his mom and general politeness are stopping him. Steve decides he isnât going to put him out of his misery and just says: âHey, Will, good day?â
Will shrugs, looking a bit sad, though Steve doesnât know why, and answers: âIt was okay. Dustin is leaving for camp soon. Heâs sad he didnât catch you at home today.â
A stab of guilt goes through Steve. Heâs been so wrapped up in his own bullshit that he forgot his favorite little guy. He loves all the kids of course, but Dustin is the one that keeps coming back, keeps smiling, keeps being happy to see him. He even convinced Steve to watch those nerd movies with him once and make a silly handshake that Steve loves more than he is willing to admit.
âIâll radio him to say goodbye,â he tells Will with a smile.
âAlright,â Will shrugs again. Steve wants to ask whatâs bothering him, but he doesnât want to start a conversation he isnât willing to have. So they stand at the door awkwardly until Joyce calls them for dinner.
Dinner is also quite awkward. Jonathan is there for once, he doesnât say much, but eyes Steve with those knowing gray eyes. Even without the camera, he can make Steve feel watched.
Joyce meanwhile is trying to ignore the elephant in the room as she puts food on everyoneâs plate and asks after Jonathanâs first day. Jonathan isnât the most talkative, so that conversation dies out quite fast. She asks Will, who also isnât in a mood to talk.
Now Joyce finds herself in the position where not asking Steve would be weird, even though she is trying not to ask and give him space. So, she gives a tight lipped smile and asks: âAnd you, Steve? Have a good day?â
âGot a job at the mall,â Steve answers to help her out. âIce cream parlor. I start tomorrow, so Iâll be out of your hair for most of the day.â
âThatâs nice,â Joyce says, relieved that he had an answer that wouldn't make it awkward.
âHow was your day, mom?â Jonathan asks, when a silence falls again afterwards.
Joyce fills the rest of dinner with useless chatter about customers, while the rest of them eat in silence.
Steve feels bad about taking advantage of their hospitality. Upon reflection, itâs clear that Joyce feels like she owes him something for what he did. This is her trying to pay that back, but that isnât necessary.
So, once dinner is done, he insists on doing the dishes, already trying to figure out how he can convince Joyce to take some of his paycheck.
He still needs the money if he ever wants to get his own place, but he can miss some of it to help the people who let him stay in their house while he gets back on his feet. Besides, if it all goes to plan, he can go back to his old house at some point and he wonât even need the money.
That evening Steve ensures them that heâs fine taking the couch. Joyce protests: âYou canât keep sleeping on the couch forever.â
âIt wonât be forever,â Steve promises, hoping that he is right. âItâll blow over. Iâll probably be out of here in a little bit.â
Joyce doesnât look like she believes him, something he tries not to take to heart, since she relents and lets him sleep on the couch.
The next morning, Steve gets up early and makes breakfast, leaving it as he drives to work, so he can change at the mall, not yet wanting to face the Byers in the stupid work uniform. He picks up some foundation and applies it in the bathroom. His face looks practically acceptable now. Barely noticeable.
If he could tell himself at the start of junior year what his post-senior summer break looked like, heâs sure he would have fainted.
He feels like a fucking idiot as he makes his way to the ice cream parlor, but he also doesnât care anymore. Heâs been humiliated so much, that this barely matters anymore.
Still, he notices how he shrinks under the curious gaze of the girl behind the counter in the same uniform as him. Her eyebrows scrunch up and incredulously she exclaims: âYouâre the new hire?â in a tone that gives away that she knows exactly who he is.
âYeah,â he replies, deciding to be a bit cautious, since has no clue who she is.
âBut youâre, like, loaded,â she says.
Oh- Oh, she doesnât know he got kicked out. No one really does. This is his moment to start a new narrative. âI couldnât get into college, my douchebag dad is making me work to teach me a lesson about hard work,â he shrugs.
âThat sounds stupid,â the girl says.
âIt is,â Steve agrees, because if that was the truth, he would feel like it was stupid. He walks up to the counter, glad the girl, Robin, is wearing a name tag so he can ask: âSo, Robin, show me the ropes?â
Robin laughs: âNothing difficult about slinging ice cream, Harrington. But Iâll show you how the work the till real quick.â
She goes to show him how it works, but it is not quick, nor easy. Steve doesnât know whether he is dumb for not following her or if Robin is terrible at explaining. She continuously gets sidetracked and there is no clear order to what she says. However, as her hands fly over the machine it does exactly what she said it would.
In the end Steve tells her heâll just scoop and she can man the till, until he figures it out. She sends him a look that tells him she thinks heâs a bit thick for not getting it, but she easily lets him take over the scooping.
The first day of working together is awful and awkward. Neither of them know what to say to each other and Steve can sense that Robin doesnât like him much. He canât blame her for that part, but he also doesnât know what to do about it. She is either homophobic and thinks heâs a filthy fag or sheâs a nerd, who thinks heâs asshole King Steve. Until he figures out which one, itâs not like he can say something. But heâll have to grit his teeth, because theyâre always assigned together.
However, the work itself isnât so bad. Itâs a bit of a strain on the arms, but after months of lifting girls up into the air, he is more than fine.
He also finds that his job is the perfect place to get the new Steve into the world. Heâs never going back to his asshole ways, but if he can just get his reputation as womanizer back, then that will save him a bunch of trouble. And at work there are enough girls that come by.
With Robin behind the till, he has a harder time starting a conversation, but he tries as much as he can when they give him the flavor he wants.
His efforts mostly earn him confused looks by those who have heard the rumors, but he doesnât pay them any mind. He is going to carry on and erase them. Some girls even giggle at his efforts, which feels like a massive win after the terrible week heâs had.
The next day passes much the same. Robin keeps sending him glances every time he flirts with a girl and radiates with a confused energy that has Steve on edge and not very keen to interact with her beyond whatâs necessary.
On the third day, Robin breaks. She has her break, but instead of spending it in the break room, she is sitting on the little bar where the dividing window also is. Sheâs kicking her feet and commenting on Steveâs tilling skills. Itâs a calmer moment and no one is demanding their services.
âSo, why did you do cheerleading?â she asks.
Steve tenses up at the question, unsure of why she wants to know. She doesnât sound judgmental, more curious and confused, but Steve just canât be sure. He reminds himself of the story heâs here to tell and turns around with a shrug. âI wanted to get into their pants.â
If he wants to fool himself, he could think that Robinâs face falls a bit at his answer. But he canât think of why that would be, so he disregards it.
âDid it work?â she asks, after a beat that lasts a second too long.
âNot really,â Steve tells her honestly, not wanting to spread any rumors about his friends. The question, however, reminds him that he still has to call Chrissy. He keeps forgetting, because he doesnât want to rack up the Byersâ phone bill.
âOh,â Robin says, nodding, another awkward silence filling the air.
It is broken by Erica Sinclair and her posse coming in. At this point Steve sees it as a welcome distraction, instead of watching her arrival with horror. Robin, who has been working there longer, knows to take her break to the fullest and hides when they get there, leaving Steve to fend for himself.
Still, it seems that with the question sheâs been burning to ask answered, some of the tension hanging in the air dissipated. Steve doesnât know how to describe it. It feels like Robin has stopped expecting something from him and just turned up the snark towards him. Steve canât phantom what she might want from him, but he can appreciate her cutting words in some weird way.
When her words are directed at him, itâs more at the old idea of him, who Steve also doesnât care for much. So, he can ignore that. Besides, her comments are funny. Her words arenât always directed at him either.
âGod, who does that,â she breathes when a customer walks away with a horrid combination of flavors on his cone.
âI know, itâs a crime, like those socks in his sandals,â Steve adds, looking over the counter with some judgment as the man leaves the store.
Robin sends him a look that is part delight, part surprise. It morphs into a grin and she says: âI should have known you had it in you.â
Steve doesnât really know what she means by that, but smiles anyway. It feels a bit like acceptance and that is all he has been yearning for.
The interaction is basically an invitation to comment on all customers, who they donât agree with on some level. If Steve is honest, it is most of their customers. Especially the ones that complain about everything or are just rude straight to their faces. Even doing this only three days has Steve hardened to the way people treat him and Robin.
By the end of the day, there is a tentative solidarity and working rhythm between them. Finally something positive in Steveâs life.
As they close up, they pass a pay phone and Steve stops. Robin also stops, raising a confused brow at him. He asks: âCan I ask you a favor?â
Her eyes narrow suspiciously and Steve fears he just undid the day of progress between them. âThat depends. What do you want?â
âCan you call Chrissyâs house and get her mom to hand Chrissy the phone so I can talk to her?â Steve asks.
âYou want me to call your girlfriend?â Robin asks, affronted. âIâm not getting involved in your nonsense, Harrington.â
âNo, no, itâs not that,â Steve immediately says, a bit frantic. âSheâs a sophomore, are you for real? I am not that gross, Robin.â He wishes he knew her last name, so he could do that back. âSheâs my friend. And her mom is really strict. She doesnât even know weâre friends. I promised to tell her when I got a job. I had a fight with my father, she knew about it. I just want to make her not worry.â
Robin still doesnât look convinced, but she at least looks like she is considering it. Steve holds his breath and gives her space.
âOkay,â Robin agrees. âBut I am a nervous rambler, so you have to be right there to tell me what to say and you canât get mad at me when it blows up in our faces.â
âThank you,â Steve smiles, glad that she at least doesnât hate him too much to deny him this. âJust tell her that youâre Stevie and you want to speak to Chrissy, because you are planning to hang out soon.â
âStevie?â Robin repeats with a laugh.
Steve blushes and looks away. âYeah. Itâs the only way we could even hang out together. I know her from cheer squad.â
âSure, Iâve always wanted to be a spy,â Robin grins and goes to pick up the phone. âYou pay,â she demands.
The phone rings and Steve stands next to her anxiously to listen in. After a few rings, Mrs. Cunningham picks up: âThis is the Cunningham household, to whom am I speaking?â
Robin is quiet and Steve prods her, which sends her into motion. âHi,â she squeaks. âIâm Stevie, Chrissyâs friend from cheer squad?â
âOh, Stevie,â Mrs. Cunningham says, sounding more positive than Steve has ever heard her. âMy Chrissy has told me so much about you.â
âOnly good things I hope,â Robin replies. âWouldn't want her to lie about me, because there are only good things to be heard about me. Not that Chrissy would ever lie, of course-â Again Steve prods her and Robin shuts up.
âSorry,â she says sheepishly and Steve isnât sure, who sheâs talking to. âI was calling to speak to Chrissy. We were planning to hang out.â
âOf course, Iâll get her,â Mrs. Cunningham tells her, sounding less enthusiastic than when Robin first introduced herself as Stevie.
As Mrs. Cunningham leaves, Steve takes the phone. While he does, he hisses: âWhat the hell, that was terrible.â
âI already told you,â Robin exclaims. âI donât do well under social pressure. You promised not to be mad.â
Steve isnât sure if he is mad, it was good enough for Mrs. Cunningham to let him speak to Chrissy and thatâs all he cares about. Heâs just a bit surprised at the word vomit that just happened. âItâs okay,â he says.
Robin smiles at that, then leans in, wanting to listen in. Part of Steve wants to push her away, another part guesses he owes her that much.
âStevie?â Chrissy greets.
âHey, Chris,â Steve smiles.
âHi,â Chrissy says, sounding brighter. âHow did you get my mom to patch you through?â
âI had Robin call for me,â Steve explains.
âRobin?â Chrissy asks
âMy coworker,â Steve says.
âHi, Chrissy,â Robin yells a bit too loudly into the speaker, making Steve wince.
âUhm, hi,â Chrissy replies.
âWe work at Scoops Ahoy together,â Steve cuts in before it can get weird. âItâs the ice cream parlor at Starcourt. I work full time right now, so you can come by whenever. Iâll hook you up with free ice cream.â
âOehh, Iâm not saying no to that,â Chrissy says. âIâll be by tomorrow, that okay? I missed your face.â
âSounds great, me too,â Steve tells her, feeling freer than he has in a few days.
Itâs quiet for a beat, then Chrissy asks: âYou still staying with that friend?â
Next to him Robin makes a curious noise as he just tries not to physically recoil. He probably canât keep up the lie for the rest of the summer, but he doesnât want to admit it with Robin listening in and the fight at graduation fresh in Chrissyâs mind.
So, he plasters on a grin and shakes his head. âNah, they left town on business, so Iâm back home again. Donât worry about me, Chris.â
Chrissy sighs. âI donât think I can, Stevie. It was really scary.â
âNot that scary, promise,â Steve tries to distract as he lies. âAnd I was in the thick of it. It looked worse than it was.â
âYou can always come here if itâs bad again,â Chrissy says.
âWe both know your mom would kill me,â Steve jokes and Chrissy laughs: âYeah.â
âIâm fine, no need for that,â Steve assures her. âGoodnight, Chris. Iâll see you tomorrow again. You can see for yourself that Iâm okay.â
âOkay, yeah, âtill tomorrow, Stevie,â Chrissy says. âGoodnight.â
They hang up and Steve faces Robin again, who is staring at him with thoughtful eyes that make Steveâs hair stand on edge. A bit harshly he asks: âWhat?â
Robin blinks slowly, then softly says: âThat sounded serious.â
âAnd itâs none of your business,â Steve grouches and starts to walk away.
âI kind of feel like you made it my business, Stevie,â Robin calls after him.
He turns around and snaps: âDonât call me that.â
Robin runs a bit to catch up and says: âAlright, alright, touchy. Just curious what happened that got her like that.â
âGot into a fight with my father,â Steve shrugs, not facing her. âIt happened at graduation. She saw it. It looked more dramatic than it was, okay. Thatâs all.â
ââŠOkay,â Robin says after a silence. She doesnât really sound like she believes him, but Steve doesnât care if she believes him or not, he just wants her to shut up about it.
They donât say goodbye that day and Steve goes home in a bad mood. The mood isnât helped by Will, who has been trying to talk to him for the past three days. Steve has been managing to distract, but that is bound to run out at some point.
Will is waiting on the couch â Steveâs space in the Byers house â when he gets back. Steve isnât in the mood, so he goes to the bathroom and takes a shower, changing into day clothes, before going into the kitchen, skipping the couch.
Heâs the first one back, so he starts up dinner. Itâs his way to pay back Joyce and her kindness for taking him in.
The action isnât deterring Will, who comes and sit with him in the kitchen, watching as he cooks dinner. Those wide eyes following his every action. Itâs clear there is something on his mind, but Steve isnât in the mood to ask. Far from it, in fact. So, he says nothing.
After a few minutes, however, Will breaks the silence. In that timid, sweet voice of him, he asks: âIs it the reason your dad threw you out?â
Steve halts â it is only for a second then he goes on, but he knows Will noticed it â and grits his teeth. He wants to snap, take out his emotions on Will, be mad at him like he wanted to rage at Robin and her curiosity, or at Chrissy for being worried, both of them reminding him of what he is trying to ignore. But he know he canât. Will doesnât deserve that.
Will canât help that Steve hates himself, hates his father, yet also wants his approval, how he hates that he canât be normal. And Will definitely doesnât deserve that self hatred when that is also hatred against him.
But Steve also canât confirm it. He canât bring himself to make it real, to speak it into the world like he had with Eddie. Eddie, who made it easy to admit, to feel it, to talk about it. He misses how he feels with Eddie around. Because right now, he doesnât feel like that. Right now he feels cornered and afraid.
âI donât know what you mean,â is what he settles on. Itâs not a denial, not the hurtful truth, but a dismissal.
Theyâve never confirmed and always talked indirectly, both of them understanding what theyâre talking about. Today, however, Steve is playing dumb. He is good at playing dumb. And right now, he hopes that Will is as conflicted as he is, too conflicted to actually say it. To ask it again this time with explicit words.
Itâs the cowardâs way out and Steve knows it. He canât bring himself to look Will in the eye.
âOh, okay. Nevermind,â Will says and Steve can hear the hurt that hides under the surface, as well as the confusion, but, most importantly, the defeat. Like he believes Steve truly doesnât know what he means and heâs all alone again, but he knows he shouldnât have expected anything else.
That tone breaks Steveâs heart and he wants to reach out. Wants to spin some tale about how it will all work out and he just got to hold on and it will all get better.
But Steve canât.
He wants to, truly he does. But he canât lie to Will, because Steve doesnât like himself, he doesnât like that he canât bring himself to change. And he doesnât believe that it will get better. He might have two weeks ago, but not now.
So, he keeps cooking and doesnât look as he hears Will walk off, before a chair scrapes at the kitchen table and he sounds of crayons starts up.
They do their own thing like that until Joyce comes home. She asks Will about his day and gets him to talk about how Lucas and Max broke up again and how Mike couldn't come, because he was off with El, as Joyce tries to bud in with dinner, but Steve doesnât let her. Heâs content to stay in the background as Joyce fusses over Will, heâs sure the kid can use it after their conversation.
Dinner is as stilted as always. Steve canât bring himself to lean into the care Joyce is offering him out of guilt or sense of owing, but Joyce keeps trying. This night Jonathan is off to eat at Nancyâs house and Will is quieter than normal.
Steve gladly turns in early, pretending to sleep for a long time in the hope heâll be left alone by the two Byers in the house. At this point itâs a miracle he hasnât woken up screaming yet. Though the Byers would at least know why and likely leave him be if he asked. He has graciously ignored Will and Joyce drinking hot chocolate in the middle of the night by pretending to sleep.
The next day, he takes care in covering the bruise. It is already starting to turn yellow, which helps in hiding it. He isnât looking forwards to seeing Robin again, but heâs excited about Chrissy coming by, even if heâs wearing the stupid uniform.
When he gets there Robin isnât there yet and he sets up in peace. A peace that is interrupted about five minutes in when it is broken by the arrival of Robin. She greets him like nothing happened yesterday and maybe in her mind it didnât.
âHi,â Steve decides to greet back. Itâs civil enough and if he gives himself a second, heâs sure he can pretend as well. It wasnât that bad anyway, Robin doesnât know why heâs on edge about being questioned like that.
They settle back into their work rhythm and when Robin doesnât bring it up again, he manages to relax and bitch with her again.
Around noon is when Chrissy walks into the parlor. Sheâs in a light green summer dress and looks absolutely stunning. Itâs Robin, who spots her first. She trips over air and loudly bangs into the counter, causing Steve to look around. He light up and calls out: âChris!â
âStevie,â Chrissy grins, skipping up to the counter. Robin is there, staring at her as Steve hustles her to the side, frowning at her a little.
âAhoy,â he says, dorkily tipping his stupid hat.
As expected it makes her giggle and she exclaims: âI canât believe thatâs the uniform. Sorry, but you look ridiculous.â
âI know,â Steve rolls his eyes fondly. âHow are you doing, Chris? What flavor can I get you? On me, promise.â
âAgain, not saying not to that,â Chrissy smiles, reading the signs, before picking strawberry. âIs your job fun?â she asks as Steve scoops. The question feels a bit like one youâd ask an acquaintance, the past few days hanging like an invisible barrier between them.
âCould be worse,â Steve shrugs, handing her the cone. âSome people are shit.â
âTell me about it,â Chrissy says. âMy mom can get so mad. Itâs embarrassing to be seen with her when she does that.â
Steve barks out a laugh, the tension seeping away from them. He leans over the counter and says: âI somehow can imagine that very well. No offense to your mom.â
âOh, full offense to her,â Chrissy laughs as well.
It isnât busy and Steve clings to that calm as he takes as much time as he can get away with just chatting with Chrissy. Talking with her makes him feel normal again. They discuss what the cheer squad will look like next year, how Chrissy will have to get used to two bases again, and the rumor that coach Miller has a boyfriend now.
Steve notices Robin hovering in the background. She is oddly quiet, letting Chrissy and Steve catch up without blabbering on. Steve is grateful to her for that.
However, the calm doesnât last forever and when more people come in than Robin can handle alone he gives her an apologetic smile. âYouâre more than welcome to hang around, but I get off late, so itâs not really worth it.â
âIâll go look around the mall,â Chrissy says brightly. âI probably wonât stay until the end of your shift, but Iâll come by before I leave.â
âHave fun,â Steve calls after her as they wave each other goodbye.
After she has left, theyâre up to their neck in people wanting ice cream to flee from the growing early June heat. However, once the hustle has died down again, Robin turns to Steve and asks: âThatâs Chrissy?â
âYeah, who did you think Chrissy was?â Steve replies, a bit confused. He doesnât think Chrissy looks that intimidating or weird, she looks like every girl out there. Is there something heâs missing that Robin sees? Is it a girl thing?
âWell, I mean- I guess- I donât know,â Robin splutters. âIâm not involved with the cheer team. I do band. Guess, my image of cheerleaders is different than Chrissy.â
âNo need to be so defensive,â Steve frowns. âSheâs nice.â
âI believe you,â Robin squeaks.
Steve studies her closely, looking more confused. He doesnât know what is up with her and why sheâs weird about Chrissy. He already noticed she was a little bit quieter today and she seemed surprised by Chrissy. Maybe itâs because she does band and has a weird idea about more popular kids? Yeah, that must be it.
âJust because sheâs a cheerleader, doesnât mean sheâs a bitch,â he tells her. âIâll introduce you when she comes by again. Youâll see.â
At that Robin makes a weird noise, but nods, which is enough for Steve. He doesnât care that much about Robinâs opinion of most popular kids, but he does care about Chrissy and he wants her to be liked.
Itâs soon after that Chrissy come by again. Sheâs smiling brightly and holding a few bags. She sheepishly says: âI might have explored the mall too thoroughly.â
âDid you at least buy stuff you actually want?â Steve laughs at her.
âYeah,â she lights up and shows him a few skirts and shirts that she bought as well as a new outfit for cheer practice. âI know itâs not going to be the same without you there, so this is to cheer me up,â she informs him. âAnd I can wear it if we practice together. If- if you still want to do that, of course.â
Steve wants to shut that down. He is building a new image here and cheerleading isnât part of that, however he isnât ready to let go of that. Cheerleading has been his happy place throughout some of the worst months of his life and he doesnât want to give that up. Doesnât want to let go of this friendship he has with Chrissy. So, he smiles: âOf course I want to, Chris. Donât be stupid.â
âYay,â she says with a bit smile. Actually saying the word yay out loud.
Behind Steve Robin makes a noise that might be laughter or her choking to death. Steve isnât sure and turns around to see her looking a bit red. Probably choking, he guesses. But it also reminds him of going to introduce Robin.
âOh, Chris, this is Robin, the one that called your mom for me,â he says, pointing at Robin, who gives Chrissy to most awkward smile and wave combo Steve has ever seen in his life. He has already noticed how clumsy she is, but she truly elevates it to a new level.
âHi, nice to meet you,â Chrissy greets, turning her smile onto Robin, who just nods again.
Steve frowns at her, then says to Chrissy: âSheâs usually harder to shut up, but I think her lunch fell funny.â
Thatâs enough to earn him a squawk and a push from Robin, who tells Chrissy. âDonât listen to him, me and my lunch are perfectly happy together.â A statement that gets a giggle out of Chrissy as Robin stares at her with wide eyes.
Sheâs an odd girl, Steve decides, before inserting himself into the conversation again.
With the ice broken between them conversation comes easier. Steve knows Robin isnât being as bitchy as she usually is and even Chrissy is toning down her rough edges, but he can see the two getting along.
He, himself, is starting to warm up to Robin too, as long as she stops her prodding, which she might. He hopes so at least. Anyway, the point is, it would be nice to have more friends and actually get along with the girl, whom heâs going to be stuck with for the rest of the summer. And if that girl and his admittedly best friend could get along too, that would be extra lovely. As heâd seen on the cheer squad, girls fighting could get mean.
But he doesnât have to worry about that, theyâre getting along, even teaming up against Steve at some point. Which is rude, honestly.
Chrissy does have to go home after a while. Robin is distracted by Erica Sinclair and her gang, when Chrissy decides to go, giving the other girl a quick goodbye. Then she turns to Steve and asks: âCan we have a sleep over together soon? We can order pizza and watch stupid movies and I can annoy you with my crushes.â
Steve aches to agree. He knows how she has been stuck with her mother while Steve sorted himself out and he wants to help out. The sleepovers have been a haven for both of them. However, Steve canât even get into his own house and heâs lying to Chrissy that he can.
âI donât know if I can manage soon, but Iâll tell you the moment I can,â he settles her, trying not to let the way her face falls slightly get to him. âBut you can hang out here every day. Iâll even buy you lunch on my breaks, promise.â
That cheers her up a bit and she says: âIâm holding you to that, Stevie. See you tomorrow.â
âSee you,â Steve says as he watches her leave.
Soon, he and Robin are closing up Scoops Ahoy, both of the seem to be lost in thought and Steve is grateful for it. He doesnât need another interrogation from Robin.
Instead of driving straight to the Byers house, he makes his way to Loch Nora, hands tight on the wheel as his old house comes into focus.
He hasnât been here since he got kicked out and a part of him thought his parents might still be around. Might want to stay with Steve out of their way. But it seems not, because the house looms over him as empty and dark as it has always had.
His body isnât doing as told, so he climbs out of the car with jerky movements, having to fumble with the keys. He still hasnât gotten around to trading his car, but so far itâs still unharmed. It must be hard to find among the masses at the mall, he muses.
Thinking about his car isnât as big a distraction as he hoped it would be. Heâs still standing in front of a familiar door, the keys jangling with how much his hand is shaking. Steve isnât sure what will be worse, the door opening or it staying closed. The fact that his parents didnât care enough to even bother fulfilling their threats or if the only time they cared was to fulfill them.
Slowly, he brings the key to the door. It goes in for a bit and Steveâs breath catches. Then the key stops moving and no pressure Steve dares to put on it can get it further.
They changed the locks.
His parents, who have never been home for more than a few days in years, cared to changed the locks, just to keep him out. Their hatred for who he is, is bigger than the indifference they have always had towards him as he tried his hardest to make them proud. All he had to do to get their attention was disappointing them too much to ignore.
Tears make his vision blurry and not for the first time does he wish that he can change, that he can stare at a girl and feel what all his friends always seemed to feel. That he could like Nancy the way he fooled himself into thinking he did. That he could be what his father wanted.
The last thought sends a wave of anger through him. He has tried so fucking hard, heâs still fucking trying and itâs not going to be enough. It never is.
So, he pushes away the tears, not willing to cry. Heâs still going to try and find a girlfriend just to get rid of the target on his back, but he is refusing to cry over his parents changing the locks. He isnât going to give them that.
Steve turns around pointedly and stalks back to his car, before driving to the Byers house where Joyce is already cooking. He greets her and Will, who is drawing at the table, only Joyce greets him back and he tries not to let that get to him either.
He takes a quick shower and changes into his normal clothes. His insides are still all messed up, but he is determined not to make dinner awkward again. He is still a Harrington (at least, he thinks so) and Harringtons play their part. He can use that bit of upbringing to make the Byers happy in their own home while he stays there.
When he gets back to the kitchen, Will has retreated into his room. It hurts more than Steve is willing to admit.
That evening passes as so many others have done. Though Steve is making more of an effort to talk, which is appreciated by Joyce, who is more fun to talk to than Steve had realized before today. He still doesnât believe she cares that much about him, but he likes talking to her anyway.
The next morning, he rolls off the couch and into his uniform, covering his bruise once more, before driving to the mall. Heâs going to see that mall more often than he would like this summer, he thinks as he sighs.
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A/N:
I love Steve as a queer mentor for Will, trust me I do and Iâm gonna try and make it happen later, but you gotta be in the Right Place to be that for someone and Steve definitely isnât right now. And yeah that hurts Will, but it hurts Steve too and it isnât his fault that he isnât ready. Queer reality is messy and I wanted to show that <3
Also, I am dying about Robin and Steve before they became besties, itâs so weird to writeeee ahhhhh
#rr writing#stranger things#steve harrington#steddie#robin buckley#platonic stobin#stobin#steve harrington & chrissy cunningham#robin buckley x chrissy cunningham#chrissy cunningham#steve and robin#cheerleader steve harrington au#st post season 2#parental joyce byers#joyce byers#will byers#steve and will#tw: f slur#tw: internalized homophobia#tw: period typical homophobia#tw: child abuse mention#st season 3
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U should totally, like, talk to those cool college kids!!!! I heardz one of them mite b related to u O_o zomg freakyzzzz
(e_e) that would b rly weird if that was true...
don't think any of them are though, they don't look the type
they're all too cool to be related to my family LOL
one of guys even has silver hair which is rly cool, and then there's a girl who has red hair, and then another guy with a totally buzzed head and sometimes at the right angle when the sun is going down it hits his dome and gets me in the eye (>A<)
i've been seeing this new guy hang around with them tho, he looks younger a bit so maybe he's from a different school or something, and he's got super long dark brown hair that he keeps in a ponytail which is kinda gay but it looks fine on him i guess
maybe i'll try talking to them once i get to senior year...
#AER answers#⥠TW: period-typical homophobia âĄ#Raiden#MGS#Metal Gear#Metal Gear Solid#ask blog#rp blog#roleplay blog#Monsoon#Mistral#Sundowner#Jetstream Sam
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The Edwin and Charles Live til Old Age AU is Taking Off
And I just thought, even though Iâm too busy to properly develop this AU right now, I can share a few headcanons as to how I think their lives wouldâve gone
TW/CW: referenced child abuse, referenced domestic abuse, offscreen minor character deaths, divorce, WW1, probably WW2, period typical homophobia (briefly alluded to)
Letâs start out with Charles Rowland. I imagine he left home the moment he legally could, just sort of coasted from job to job until he ended up where he currently is, as a beloved radio host blasting popular throwback songs across the airwaves. Charles calls to check in with his mum, doesnât bother visiting his dadâs grave (Paul Rowland dies in this AU in 1991 because he never gets better and continues treating his wife like shit), and he gets to see his daughters every weekend until theyâre old enough to decide not to see him themselves.
Charles tried his best not to become the father and husband his dad was, but in turn he ended up bringing his own dysfunctional behaviors into his marriage, and he and his wife probably divorced. His daughters would call his parenting style smothering and overbearing, although never to his face, because then heâll cry about how much he wanted to be a good dad for them and theyâll feel bad. They mostly want Charles to go to therapy, but that would require admitting something is wrong first, which, you know, good luck with Charles admitting something is wrong until itâs too late.
The closest thing Charles gets to therapy is his bimonthly visits to Mr. Payneâs grave. Heâll buy them two pork pies from the petrol station on the way, put one on the grass as he eats the other one and talk about his day, his work, his family, etc.
Which I guess leaves Edwin Payneâs life to fill in. According to a cursory Google search, Edwin was born in the winter sometime around the turn of the year from 1899 to 1900, which gives him just enough time to experience the horrors of WW1 before the armistice was signed on Nov 11 1918. I donât know what horrors he couldâve experienced exactly, itâs almost worse to leave it up to the imagination, tbh, but Edwin comes back to England a changed man.
The middle years are kind of a big question mark to me, as I havenât exactly worked those out yet. Would Edwin have gone back to serve his country in WW2? Heâd be in his forties at that point, so while itâs not a no, per se, he might also leave it to the younger men to handle while he helps out the war effort at home. All I got is that eventually, around the late 1950âs to early 1960âs, Edwin opens a bookshop or a magic items supply shop (or a mixture of both?) together with his âbusiness partnerâ *ahem* Mr. James McNally, an OC. They successfully run the bookstore/magic store together until well into the early â80s, until McNally dies of a heart attack in 1985. Edwin then sells the business, retires, and moves into the old folkâs home because at this point he has no surviving family members to look after him, and he never conformed to societal expectation to marry a woman and have kids. So heâs all alone for a good three years until a bright-eyed, energetic volunteer named Charles Rowland stops by with some mates from his school for some community service hours. Eventually, Charles continues visiting Mr. Payne well after his required service hours have been filled đ„čâ€ïžđ
#dead boy detectives#not dead boy detectives#dbd headcanons#tw referenced child abuse#tw referenced domestic abuse#tw war mention#minor character death#period typical homophobia
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Strength of a High and Noble Hill (Outlander Story) - Masterlist
Timelines:
19th and 20th Centuries
17th and 18th Centuries
Fraser Descendants (family tree)
Warnings:
Major Character Death, Minor Character Death, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Attitudes, Period-Typical Sexism, Period-Typical Racism, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, unhealthy relationships
Summary:
May 1744
He wriggles his toes, feeling his environment. He quickly realises how much his surroundings are constricted, his legs are tightly bound and he is being cradled in someoneâs arms. He opens his eyes and sees a woman leaning over him and realises she must be the one holding them. Sheâs humming softly with a warm and happy smile. He can see that her skin is clammy and there are bruises under her eyes, the eyes that are amber, golden-brown as well as smoky topaz, but that doesnât dim her smile as she gazes upon the person in her arms. Sheâs white and her brown hair surrounds her face in messy curls.
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What if Claire and Jamieâs first baby survived and what if it had been a boy. How will the story change?
Chapters:
Chapter 1: Birth
Chapter 2: First Months
Chapter 3: Peaceful Family Life Disrupted
Chapter 4: Goodbyes
Chapter 5: New Beginnings
Chapter 6: A Fish Out of Water
Chapter 7: Conflict
Chapter 8: Sister
Chapter 9: Returning
Chapter 10: The Truth
Chapter 11: The Loss of Hope
Chapter 12: Coping with Change
Chapter 13: Finding Him
Chapter 14: Moving to the Past
Chapter 15: Loss
Chapter 16: Lost Family
Chapter 17: A New but Old World
Chapter 18: Reunited at Last
Chapter 19: Big Brother
Chapter 20: Coming Together
Chapter 21: Fathers
Chapter 22: Dreams
Chapter 23: Fathers and Their Archaic Ways
Chapter 24: River Run
Chapter 25: A New but Old Face
Chapter 26: Caught in the Act
Chapter 27: Family Time
Chapter 28: New Beginnings
Chapter 29: Waiting
Chapter 30: Old Dreams
Chapter 31: Inferiority Complex
Chapter 32: Community Swelling
Chapter 33: Purpose
Chapter 34: First Sight
Chapter 35: Is it Happily Ever After?
Chapter 36: Gifts and Awkward Conversations
Chapter 37: Unravels
Chapter 38: Lay Up Trouble For Yourself
Chapter 39: War Wins Land, Peace Wins People
Chapter 40: Life Goes On But The Threat Looms
Chapter 41: Building Arsenal
Chapter 42: Romeo and Juliet
Chapter 43: Baggage Weighs You Down
Chapter 44: Misunderstandings
Chapter 45: Should auld acquaintance be forgot?
Chapter 46: Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ
Chapter 47: Best Not To Tell
Chapter 48: Putting a Reluctant Ring on itÂ
Chapter 49: Unrequited
Chapter 50: Death and Rebirth
Chapter 51: Caught With Your Pants Down
Chapter 52: AÂ Confession, a Warning and a Truce
Chapter 53: Snuffing Out the Messenger Bird
Chapter 54: Fighting to Survive
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#outlander#original male character#original female character#faith lives (sort of)#oc x oc#bisexual#jamie fraser#claire fraser#fergus fraser#marsali fraser#brianna fraser#roger mackenzie#ian murray#time travel#implied/referenced character death#implied/referenced child abuse#tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon#cannon divergence#cannon typical violence#period typical homophobia#period typical racism#period typical sexism#reincarnation
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5. The sender extends a hand to the receiver, a gesture of trust in the face of danger.
Hand-Related Starters Meme
Though he tried to keep the legal and illegal spheres of his life firmly separate, an inevitable crossing of streams occurred one evening in Soho. Out for drinks and a live show at a jazz club Ron frequented, he and Victor were happened upon by two lags out a Richardson bent. The pair stared, lingered, then approached with the kind of assurance only new, youngling gangbangers had about 'em in face of one of the Big Dogs of the East End. Instinctively Victor'd reached a hand for Ron's as the gobshites neared them, unused to their sort as he was.
"Seen this, Tel?" one barked to the other.
"Faggots, yeah?" Tel replied, shoulder to shoulder with his nameless mate. "Y'know wha' we's do t'th likes'a yous rahnd this mannah?"
It was all Ron could do not to laugh. Po-faced instead, incensed by their language, their attitude, he reached a hand out so he could cross it over Victor's. In it he held a loaded gun.
"Go'orn then" he prompted as Tel plus one jolted where they stood, shocked by the sight of a real, not for show, not for kicks-held weapon. "Tell us wha' it is y'do t'faggots, lad. 'N make it fast, yeah? Else y'll find aht wha' this'n plans t'do t'you."
To say the chancers parted Ron and Victor's company swiftly after that would've been as big an exercise in understatement as saying the sea was a little wet. With a roll of black eyes Ron tucked his Luger away and returned his attention to his beau.
"Y'alrigh' there, darlin'?" he asked quietly.
#vxctorx#main!verse#<- with Victor#//thank you for sending this in darling one :)#tw: period-typical homophobia
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8. Have they had struggles with their identity, be it due to internal or external reasons?
IC and OOC?
I do not feel that there is much to struggle with in my identity. Of course, I have had times of wondering if I was pursuing the proper path in the area of academics or career goals, but I am satisfied with who I am currently.
OOC Answer: A little? I think he's currently struggling the most he ever has since the last time he really came out was back when he was a child and spoke to his aunt without really being old enough to realize the stigma, his aunt being the one to take care to gently help him as well as set up the current lavender marriage that he is in. Because of her help and her understanding, he was able to evade struggling too much. Now that he is away from home and is now being faced with questioning his gender identity, he would likely feel almost guilty to bring it up to his aunt because he would feel as though she had spent so much time helping him before and that this may invalidate all her hard work.
#responding to inquiries#ooc.post#[begging Nikolai to just talk to his aunt again fgfdsf]#tw homophobia#tw period typical homophobia
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âSir, please. I can leave the army, I can leave. Anything but this sir, please,â Laurens begs, voice cracking. âDonât let Alexander be punished for my own sin.â
âI canât do anything to stop this, Laurens. Donât you understand this?â Washington stands, slamming his hands down onto the table. âI cannot do anything. Youâre dead.â
#whumptober2023#no.3#solitary confinement#hamilton#hamilton musical#fic#homophobia tw#homophobic slurs tw#period typical homophobia tw#major character death tw#death by hanging (not suicide) tw#hanging tw#ITâS HEREEEE#this is my favourite one by far#so proud of this one
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