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hairmetal666 · 1 year

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Steddie Notes Part 4 (Welcome to Steve's POV)

CW//small instance that could be viewed as internalized homophobia

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

In the bottom of Steve’s closet is a Nike shoe box. It’s full of a year’s worth of torn notebook pages, paper menus, receipts, envelopes, sticky notes, notepad sheets, invoice carbon copies, discarded things from dnd, and whatever else they could find to write on.

It's this box that contains every bit of Steve’s heart.

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Steve’s at the school to pick up Dustin, Mike and Lucas, but they don’t appear at 9pm on the dot like they promised. Grumbling and annoyed, Steve heads down to the drama club room.

He hears Eddie’s voice even before he walks into the room. The low baritone, all husky and threatening, sends shivers down Steve’s spine.

Steve strides into the room, ready to berate his kids for their tardiness, but he stops literally in his tracks when he sees Eddie. Eddie looming over the table, all that long curly hair framing his face; his expression uncharacteristically dangerous, his eyes flat and promising violence.

He can’t do anything but stare, mouth shocked wide. Eddie lifts his gaze, locks it on Steve. Eddie’s looking at him with such intense command, such focus, that Steve knows he’d drop to his knees for that look, give Eddie anything he asked, everything.

He wants. So hard and so fast it makes him a little nauseous.

Eddie’s gaze flicks away, while Steve reels from the striking clarity of feeling that rewrites the year of their friendship frame-by-frame.

Steve hardly listens, still trying to come to terms with his sudden realization, with how right it is, with how obvious it’s been this whole time. He remembers, after Starcourt, the way Eddie made him feel safe, cared for. The way Eddie calling him baby echoed for hours, days, weeks after.

Of course Eddie doesn’t miss Steve's distraction. He leans into Steve's space, murmuring softly, “You okay, sweetheart? Sorry we ran late. Lost track of time.”

“Just tired, I guess.," he says. And he is distinctly not okay, because Eddie is calling him sweetheart and how did it take him this long to realize how much he loves the pet names?

He tries to tell Eddie. Can’t. Too afraid of losing his friend. He keeps going out with girls; nice girls, pretty girls, but wishes that Eddie was the one sitting beside him in the movie theater, in the passenger side of his car, across from him at the restaurant.

Eddie…I think I really like you

You’re my favorite person in the entire world

Some days you’re the only thing I can think about

I want to wake up in bed with you everyday

I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss you

Do you like me? Yes or No

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Steve’s in the Wheeler’s basement, leaning against Eddie's shoulder, waiting for the kids to finish up.

“What are they talking about?” He scribbles at the edge of Eddie’s campaign notes.

Eddie scowls at the note placement, responds anyway.

“Halloween costumes.”

“Wanna dress up together, Munson?”

“No way, Harrington, I’m not dressing up as Danny Zuko for you.”

“…obviously you’re Sandy.”

Eddie makes an offended noise.

“I could do end of the movie Sandy. But face it, baby, you’re the pretty, fresh-faced innocent and I’m the bad boy.”

Steve strangles back the sound he wants to make when his brain supplies him with an image of Eddie in those black, skin-tight pants.

“I could be a bad boy.”

Before Eddie can reply, the kids start shouting, and Eddie climbs on the wobbling card table, clapping his hands for attention.

“Jesus, Eds." He grabs Eddie’s ankle to keep him stable.

“I think a trip to the pumpkin patch is in order, what say you?”

There’s a blip where the whole room stills, every single one of them, aside from Eddie, remembering rotted fields and fetid tunnels filled with Upside Down spores and demo dogs.

“Oh, yeah, we don’t go to the pumpkin patch anymore. You know, since the tunnels—”

Steve shoots Dustin the most intense silencing looks he’s ever given anyone, which is really saying something.

They’d agreed, back in July that they would never tell Eddie what really happened at the mall. Eddie is too good, too gentle, brimming with too much pure kindness for Steve to want him anywhere near the Upside Down.

Eddie cackles. “Tunnels, Henderson?”

Lucas laughs, says, “He means the maze. Don’t you remember? They set it up one time a few years ago.”

“We got really lost. Took us hours to find the exit,” Dustin adds.

“Mike cried,” Lucas says.

“Hey! I did not!”

Mike’s anger at fake crying about a made-up crisis is enough to have them all in stitches, even Eddie who doesn’t know it’s a lie.

“What about that apple orchard?” Steve suggests.

Eddie pokes him in the cheek, excited. “Ooh, yes, apple orchard!?”

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The orchard is a mad dash of fighting over wheelbarrows, shrieking sprints into the trees, Steve stressing at the kids throwing themselves across branches with zero regard for personal safety.

Eddie nearly sends him into a coronary at the ripe old age of 19 by walking down a branch like he’s doing a tightrope.

“Munson! Get your ass down from there!”

“I’m fine, Stevie! I’ve got reflexes like a cat.”

“The hell you do!” Steve shouts as Eddie wobbles.

“Don’t worry, baby, I know you’ll always catch me,” Eddie yells back. He winks and Steve blushes about all of it.

“You’ll just get us both hurt,” he says right as Eddie shimmies easily back to the ground.

“You worry too much,” he scolds. “All this beautiful hair is going to go grey,” Eddie shuffles his fingers through the strands.

“You’re a menace,” he growls. Pushes Eddie playfully away.

They pick apples and drink cider and it’s the best time Steve’s had in a while. He kids are spread out around him, Eddie and Robin on the quest for an apple that’s perfectly red, like you could poison Snow White with it, and he’s content. Happy.

He lets himself bask in the moment, but it’s cut short by a familiar whooping yell and the crash of Eddie Munson clinging to his back.

He groans, almost loses his footing, but quickly hoists Eddie’s legs higher against his sides.

He runs and Eddie screams, giggling, and clutches his fists into the fabric of Steve’s sweater.

“Can’t believe you caught me, sweetheart,” Eddie says once Steve slows to a walk.

“I’ll always catch you, Eds,” he promises.

Eddie makes a little noise, almost like a whimper, pressing his cheek against Steve’s.

And for just a second, the barest hint of a moment in time, Steve swears he feels Eddie’s lips pressed against the sensitive skin right beneath his ear.

It’s right then that Steve knows he doesn’t just like Eddie. No, he’s positively, totally, and completely in love with him.

(Part 5)

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xsavannahx987 · 4 months

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wen-kexing-apologist · 10 months

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Get to Know Me Ask Game

Alright, alright, alright; I guess peer pressure works because I have been tagged in this game by @colourme-feral, @rocketturtle4, and @telomeke. Thank you all for making me feel popular!

RULES: bold the ones that are true & tag 10 people to do it.

APPEARANCE

blonde hair (ish- most people have referred to my hair as dirty blonde, but it leans on the darker/brown side of dirty blonde) // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing (yes, hello I am trans with titties I do not want people seeing) // I have one or more piercings (yes, I have my ears pierced technically, but am allergic to metals so very rarely wear earrings) // I have at least one tattoo (yes, I have three at the moment and will definitely get more in the future) // I have dyed or highlighted my hair (yes, not currently but I have dyed it in the past, my hair has been raspberry and blue) // I have gotten plastic surgery (no) // I have or had braces (yes, for a couple years, I got them off on Halloween though, so I was in costume when they came off and my orthodontist gave me a bag of candy on my way out) // I sunburn easily (yes, I am white lol.) // I have freckles (yes) // I paint my nails (no, only on very rare occasions and usually for exactly one evening) // I typically wear makeup (no, only on very rare occasions) // I don’t often smile (fully depends where I am, whoI am with, and what is going on) // I am pleased with how I look (I know I have a conventionally attractive body, but my face? different story, I think I have started to like how I look more as I have settled in to my gender expression though) // I prefer Nike to Adidas (I think I end up Nike shoes far more often, not sure if I have ever owned a pair of adidas, but my brand loyalty is to Converse only) // I wear baseball hats backwards (yes, sometimes, and almost exclusively for gay reasons. If I am wearing a baseball cap for sun reasons it is going on the right way round)

HOBBIES & TALENTS

I play a sport (Yes, I used to do fencing and now do Historical European Martial Arts) // I can play an instrument (yes, I used to be a pretty decent flute and piccolo player, I can technically also play piano though I was never officially trained in it and therefore am not very good) // I am artistic (yes, I can draw okay, I like doing cross stitch, and I have a degree in theater where I primaroly focused on technical theater and design) // I know more than one language (Fluently? No. Partially? Yes.) // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition (Yes? I can't really recall, but I know I had trophies in my room from things I had done, and I feel like maybe my middle school band placed in a state music competition one of the years I was on it? I have won awards/prizes in competitions though for sure) // I can cook or bake without a recipe (Yes, I can cook without a recipe. I am a pretty good baker, but I would never bake without a recipe, that shit is chemistry) // I know how to swim (yes) // I enjoy writing (lol yeah, if you have not seen my analyses on this website already...also I do just enjoy writing for fun outside of TV show analyses too) // I can do origami (ish, I can make an origami heart mostly from memory, and if I follow instructions can probably do a couple other things, but I'm not like, proficient in it) // I prefer movies to tv shows (no, give me long form storytelling or give me death! just kidding, there are movies I love but I almost always prefer TV) // I can execute a perfect somersault (as a child, yes. I used to do gymnastics, as an adult, no. I do not have the spine or joint function for that anymore) // I enjoy singing (yes I enjoy singing, no I do not have a good voice, and you are all welcome for never subjecting anyone to it) // I could survive in the wild on my own (I can build a shelter, I know how to make a fire, but I honestly would never presume to believe that I could survive in the wild, and how long I am able to make it would depend entirely on where I was and what tools I had at my disposal) // I have read a new book series this year (no, I don't think I have, dang) // I enjoy spending time with friends (yes, yes, yes I love spending time with my friends, if I am not physically hanging out with my friends I am usually on some social media platform talking to my friends. I love my friends!) // I travel during work or school breaks (I always used to travel during school breaks, I am out of school now, I don't really have work breaks, but I do still travel. When I changed jobs I did a lot of traveling in the week between ending my old job and starting my new one, and I am actually going on a trip this weekend) // I can do a handstand (on land? no, lol. I would break something. Though I am pretty sure I used to be able to do that as a child...in a pool where gravity is not working against me, absolutely I can)

RELATIONSHIP

I am in a relationship (no, so if anyone is wanting to request my hand in marriage, my ask box is open) // I have been single for over a year (yes, please see previous comment) // I have a crush (maybe just a little bit, though I'm not sure if it is a crush or if it is just someone I would be interested in attempting to go on a date with) // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years (yes! Multiple! The secret is to just not talk to eachother for years at a time, and then see eachother once every two years and pick up exactly where you left off) // my parents are together (no, thank god) // I have dated my best friend (no, I had a really good friend that I "dated" in high school, but like..in the way that we held hands like four times and never went on an actual date. I have had multiple best friends that people think I am dating though.) // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship (yes, with friends. No for romantic partners. // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends (Yes, always have done, always will do.) // I have made an online friend (yes, many!) // I met up with someone I have met online (yes, many! And will meet even more soon!)

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell (yes, we had a conch shell in our house growing up, so I listened to it all the time) // I have watched the sun rise (I actually don't know if I have intentionally watched a sun rise, but I have certainly been up late enough at night that I see the sun rise, which is when I then say 'oh fuck, I really need to be asleep) // I enjoy rainy days (I used to enjoy them a lot, now I have a lot of musculoskeletal pain that gets worse when it rains so I don't like it as much anymore) // I have slept under the stars (like under under with no protection? no. But I have been camping multiple times so yes technically, I was just in a tent) // I meditate outside (I don't really meditate, period.) // the sound of chirping calms me (the birds around me are loud and annoying as fuck, but there is some chirping I enjoy and that can be calming) // I enjoy the smell of the beach (yes! I would be betraying my homeland if I didn't like the way the beach smelled) // I know what snow tastes like (DO NOT EAT SNOW! DO NOT!) // I listen to music to fall asleep (yes, I alternate between just the sound of ocean waves, cello music with rain in the background, or more recently a Gymnopedie playlist) // I enjoy thunderstorms (Again, I used to love thunderstorms, we had so many of them where I grew up and when I moved away there were not nearly as many and that made me love them even more. But now, my body is fucked and when there is a thunderstorm the change in pressure in the air literally makes me feel like the fluids in my joints are bubbling/carbonated) // I enjoy cloud watching (i do enjoy it, I just have not done it in a very long time) // I have attended a bonfire (yes, many. when I would go on camping trips or when my neighbors burned the Christmas trees people were otherwise throwing out in like February and they'd invite people over.) // I pay close attention to colors (yes, please refer to my pinned gay analysis assembly post on my tumblr page for a number of different essays about color) // I find mystery in the ocean (Yes. we have explored more of space than we have the ocean, I love the ocean but the prospect of what is in there does scare me. From a non-horror perspective, there is a reason why so much gay media has an underwater kiss and it's cause bodies of water are the guardians of many secrets) // I enjoy hiking on nature paths (Do I do it often? No. Do I enjoy it? Very much so, yes) // autumn is my favorite season (Autumn was not really a thing where I grew up but now I am somewhere where the leaves change and it is so beautiful. I love the weather, the temperature is always near perfect for my tastes, I get to break out the apple cider and the hot chocolate, and Halloween is in autumn here so what is not to love?)

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle (didn't used to be able to fall asleep at all once I was awake, didn't used to be able to sleep in moving vehicles, but now? I am so sleepy) // I am the mom friend (Yes. I am the mom friend, dad friend, cool aunt friend, etc etc. what can I say? I contain multitudes) // I live by a certain quote (no, but there are many quotes I love) // I like the smell of sharpies (no) // I am involved in extracurricular activities (technically HEMA, but my attendance has been low recently due to high pain months. But I am moving soon and hoping to start doing additional extracurricular activities after I relocate) // I enjoy Mexican food (yes, of course! Refried beans? Yellow rice? Tamales? Mole?) // I can drive a stick shift (technically. I have been taught to drive stick shift, I have driven stick shift before, but I am not comfortable driving stick shift. I could do it in an emergency or if no other option was available to me. I just stalled a lot when I was learning and instead of taking me safe places to learn how to drive it, my Dad would just throw me in to the busiest intersections which made it extremely stressful when I would stall out. But we figured out I was sitting too far back to get the clutch all the way down, and I had no issues that last time I did drive stick.) // I believe in true love (this is a complicated question, I don't know that I have a way to describe my actual thoughts on it, so let me just say I stand with La Pluie in saying that any and all relationships take work, regardless of fate) // I make up scenarios to fall asleep (Yes, I used to do it a lot as a kid. I would make up scenarios where I would have to be sleeping so that I would get to sleep, and now if music or white noise doesn't get me to sleep, I will make up a scenario. But I don't need to as much anymore) // I sing in the shower (Yes of course! What else is a shower for if not to best disguise my terrible singing voice?) // I wish I lived in a video game (lol, no. The videos games I play? Absolutely not! I would be consumed by a hoard of rats, or eaten by a sea monster, or be impaled on thorns) // I have a canopy above my bed (no) // I am multiracial (no) // I am a redhead (no) // I own at least 3 dogs (no)

Not sure that I have seen @shortpplfedup, @neuroticbookworm, @so-much-yet-to-learn2, @solitaryandwandering, @respectthepetty, @ginnymoonbeam, @dribs-and-drabbles tagged in this yet. Anyone who wants to play, I hereby tag you as well.

#tag game #get to know me

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ally-holmes · 2 years

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Regular Customer | Steve Harrington x Reader (ch.11)

Series Masterlist.

Chapter Ten.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader|plus-sized!reader|nerd!reader

Word count: 7018.

Warning: Self-esteem issues.

Regular Customer | Chapter Eleven.

On October 31st, 1986, her house dining room had become the darkest and spookiest dungeon in town. After she woke up in the Hawkins Hospital it took two weeks for her to be discharged, and after that, she had to prove her worth to the community college professors. She was smart, a genius, but that didn't mean that she could learn new things in just half an hour. It took time for her to adapt to her new scheduled, which meant that her movie rental decreased forcing her to see Steve less and less until he took the initiative of going to her house at the end of his shifts just to have a small five minutes talk by the front door. Steve had been great at respecting her space and her priorities. Eddie did too, although it was harder for him not to see his best friend every other day after what happened.

Steve and Y/N still hadn't had their first official date. Steve had promised to go to the Arcade on a Saturday she wasn't too stressed out with the amount of work she had. Robin offered her help. She'd been in college since the beginning so she should've had the work up to date, shouldn't she? Well… She was Robin Buckly so… Both of them were screwed on that matter.

That being said, the first-afternoon Y/N had truly been free with everything up to date, had to be the same afternoon Halloween took place. Eddie had organized an amazing campaign for the Hellfire Club and had decorated Y/N's dining room himself for hours promising to clean it up with the same efficiency. She was excited to see her friends again because that's what they definitely were now, friends. She'd been a little reluctant to think about herself as their friend just because of what happened last March but after her little adventure to the Upside Down with Max and her six weeks of sleep she knew they were her friends. All of them.

Y/N looked at her reflection in the mirror of her room. She had it all. The blue jeans, the white Nike shoes with the mark in red (just like the ones Steve had), the red plain t-shirt, the white plaid shirt, the denim jacket and, on top of that, the red puffy vest. Yup, she dressed up as Marty McFly from Back to the Future and she was nailing it. She had some controversy with her hair; a part of her thought she had to be stylish like a fashion magazine to complete the outfit, but the other part of her was certain that if Marty McFly had her hair, he would probably tie it up. In the end, she did what felt better to be comfortable.

As she went down the stairs, Eddie took a good look at her nodding in approval. He was wearing a greenish Hawaiian shirt, very hurtful to the eyes, his usual jeans, and a white lab coat with a bunch of stuff in its chest pocket. His hair was covered in talcum powder to make it white; she had helped him straighten it up with her hair iron, he had coated it with the white powder, and then had used quite an extraordinary amount of hairspray to get that look of an insane inventor Doc Brown had. Of course, he had those cool black lab goggles that completed the look.

"I wish I had a Delorean right now, dude. You and I, driving through town screaming that the Libyans had found us."

"We can always rent one next year," she offered.

"And repeat an outfit? Are you insane?" He pretended to be offended.

The doorbell rang and Eddie ran to answer the door, anxious to see the amazed expression on his friends' faces when they saw his costume. Dustin and Mike's compliments were the loudest. Y/N came closer to take a peek at who had arrived. Max was dressed in plain black with a mask under her arm. Lucas was dressed as The Terminator. Dustin was The Godfather, with all his hair pulled back and a mustache painted on his upper lip; he even had a cat plushy. Will was Indiana Jones and Eleven was Madonna. Mike, on the other hand, was sulking because his idea was to dress up like one of the Top Gun guys, and seeing that Steve not only had the same idea but looked better than he was souring his soul. Robin had dressed up as David Bowie in The Labyrinth while Vickie was a very redhead Jennifer Connely.

Steve had taken the babysitter-driver duty, again. He'd picked up Robin, Vickie, and some of the kids, while Hopper had dropped off the rest of them at the very same time. Coparenting was interesting.

As they walked in admiring Eddie's costume, they found Y/N dressed up as Marty McFly and they loved every part of it. They were too comfortable with her house by now, therefore they didn't need an invitation to roam around, go to the kitchen, and find something to nibble on if they wanted. Mike lingers a little more with Eddie and Y/N complimenting their outfits until Robin trapped him with an arm and pulled him inside the house. Steve was the last one getting in and had been watching the whole exchange silently from the door. Once they were alone she looked at his outfit. It wasn't much different than the one he wore on their mission against Vecna; he had jeans, military boots, a white t-shirt too tight to his body, and the amazing jacket from The War Zone. Some pilot sunglasses were the cherry on top.

"You look good, Harrington."

"Do I?" He lowered his sunglasses to look at her over the frame. She tried not to smile and failed. "I have to say I'm not that surprised about your costume choice. Robin guessed you'll go for something out of your comfort zone, something too flowery and girly and puffy," she pulled a face. "That's the expression I made. I guess I know you better now, don't I?"

"I guess."

She openly smiled now that he was closer and had taken out his sunglasses. She grabbed the sides of the open jacket and pulled him closer. Steve chuckled leaning in to give her a slow kiss, barely a press of their lips. She complained so he, smiling, without tearing his mouth away, cupped her face upgrading the kiss. It wasn't intense, but it was better. They moved against each other as if they had all the time in the world. A flash made them stop. Eddie grinned, a camera in hand.

"You looked too good, lovebirds. Come on, big boy, it's time for you to pop the cherry, but first, take a pic of us," he put his arm on Y/N's shoulders and smiled wildly before Steve took the photo.

It was time for Dungeons and Dragons. The very first campaign with Steve Harrington, or King Ahoy, as he was also called.

The evening went on smoothly and fast. The campaign was a complete success. Mike and Will were still tense with each other, although no one really knew what they argued about, and with the campaign, they had talked more to each other than in the last weeks. Eddie's amazing world was able to build bridges between people. Steve was having a great time, especially since he wasn't the only one who had no clue about what he was doing; Robin and Vickie were also virgins on this matter, and oh, how they flirted while playing was ridiculous. It was a shame that Erica couldn't make it because she had a party with friends her own age who weren't nerdy losers, as she had said. They wasted five film rolls taking photographs all the time, most of them were going to come out blurred and unfocused, but they were having so much fun it didn't really matter.

"Can I use the phone?" Eleven asked Y/N when the campaign was over.

"Sure. Do you need to call Hopper?"

"He'll pick us up."

Y/N showed Eleven where the phone was and went to the kitchen to put some order to the disaster of candy wraps and empty plates. They haven't had a proper dinner, but they had eaten some mini-sandwiches, pizza, and all kinds of snacks. As she was sorting the leftover pizza to know what to keep for tomorrow and what to just throw, someone pressed their fingers on her sides making her jump and turn to find Steve Harrington with a toothy grin on his face. The times she'd seen him surprise Nancy like that on the school corridors wishing it was her… and now she was.

"Did you have fun?" She asked him honestly curious.

He gave it a good thought, "Yeah… Yeah, I had more fun than I thought I would. And, let me tell you, the best part was rilling Mike up. That boy is always so angry at the world."

"He doesn't like changes."

"He's very possessive and jealous, though."

"Indeed. So is Lucas. I think Dustin is the only sane one."

"Why of course, he's my child."

She couldn't help to laugh, unable to stop. Steve cornered her against the kitchen counter without imposing himself, always offering her an out if she disliked the proximity. Y/N was enjoying it, though, so she pulled him closer.

"Is Eddie staying tonight?" He whispered.

"Yeah. He'd picked a lot of terror classics."

"Do you mind if I join? I promise I won't intrude."

"I was going to ask you if you wanted to stay."

"Really?"

"Really."

He looked at her adoringly and hugged her. He surrounded her waist with his arms and hid his face on her shoulder; he felt so vulnerable and so lost in his house that when he was with the kids, with Robin, Eddie and Y/N he felt alive again. Dustin and Robin made him feel needed, useful, they gave him a purpose in existence, he wasn't just a shadow that consumed oxygen. However, the moment Y/N landed her eyes on him, paid him attention, smiled at him, and… well, loved him, he felt just that, loved. Truly loved. It was overwhelming and he wasn't sure he deserved it.

On December 19th, 1986, the release of the new version of The Little Shop of Horrors in theaters got the party all together again.

It all started with the film being announced on TV and Eddie freaking out because he loved the original in black and white and was very excited to see this new musical version. He begged Y/N to go with him during a D&D campaign and Dustin claimed that he wanted to watch it too. It ended up feeling like an excursion.

Mike and Will's friendship was still cold, and Mike's relationship with Eleven was turning more into a friendship than a romantic relationship. He'd swallowed his pride and asked Steve for advice on the matter. Mike was still thinking about his words because no matter how much he wanted to dislike stupid Steve, the truth is that he was right. Mike's argument with Will came from the fact that he, Mike, had unattended his friendship with Will. He didn't have that problem with Lucas or Dustin; maybe because they weren't as attached to him as Will was, or maybe because Lucas had opened up to other people, especially Max, and Dustin had found his best friend in Steve. Will, on the other hand, was a sensitive boy and Mike had always been next to him until he wasn't anymore, too busy thinking about Eleven. They grew apart and he didn't even notice until Will had had enough and exploded in front of him. How to fix it? According to Steve, he had to show that he still cared for him, he had to be the first one talking and offering plans to hang out, always open to Will's rejection at first. He had to be his friend again. As for Eleven… Well, Steve told Mike that he shouldn't push something he didn't feel because then he could end up in a perfect friendship with resentment. But, the most important part was to talk to her and ask her. Eleven didn't have much experience with social life and she might not know that she had other chances. Mike hated to admit it, but stupid Steve had a point.

That being said, this little excursion with everyone helped Mike to his purpose and reinforced their friendship. There weren't more demogorgons to unite them, they had D&D and movies.

As for Steve, he decided to count every moment with Y/N as a date, he didn't care if Dustin burst in or if Eddie and Robin joined… He liked his friends and he gave up on trying to be alone with her. She thought it was a very positive way of thinking.

That's how they all ended up at the theater, occupying two different rows, with a lot of popcorn, snacks, and sodas.

Y/N had Eddie to her left, munching his popcorn fiercely, and Steve to her right, holding the popcorn they were sharing. She smiled at him when the first song started and he was very tempted to kiss her right there, although Dustin had made him promise he wouldn't make out with her in the theater.

"He's cute," she whispered to herself when Rick Moranis appeared on the scene. Eddie nodded vigorously to her affirmation while Steve looked at her with his mouth open.

"You think he's cute?" His whisper was so loud a few people complained.

"Yeah. He's small, nerdy, with big glasses, and he looks like a good dude. Very cute." Eddie kept nodding to her list. Steve looked at him.

"What about me?" He pouted.

"You're hot, Steve. Not my type, though. That, that's my type, man."

"I only said he's cute, Steve. I'm not saying I find him more attractive than you." To prove her point, she rested her head on his shoulder.

The movie was fun. The plant was sassier and more manipulative than the original, and Steve Martin as the dentist was hilarious. The fucking bike! And, of course, all the guest cast that appeared for a couple of sentences were cool. Eddie and Y/N missed the flower-eater guy from the original, played by Dick Miller. The ending was more positive in the new one than it was in the original, but that was alright.

As they got out of the theater their voices fused into an incoherent sound of places to go to grab a bite and things to eat. Steve and Y/N were a little separated from the group, watching their friends as proud parents watched their kids arguing about stupid shit. Steve was still questioning the type of boy Y/N liked best.

"Rick Moranis or Harrison Ford?"

"Steve, they're different."

"Yeah, but you must like someone better."

"Jesus Christ… I find a lot of people attractive, Steve, with different body types and different qualities. I do find Rick Moranis cute. I do find Harrison Ford hot. I do also find Tim Curry sexy as fuck in heels. Tom Cruise is too cocky for my taste, but also hot, and he knows he's hot. I think Eddie Munson, right there, is very cute and handsome, too. You're not so bad yourself."

"You think I'm too cocky too, admit it."

"I mean…" She shrugged.

"Hey, where do we eat?" Robin fit herself between Steve and Y/N unaware of their conversation.

"Ronnie's Diner sounds good for everybody? They have a large menu, and you can order from the breakfast menu even for supper time."

The option Y/N gave them seemed satisfactory for them all. Ronnie's Diner was a new establishment that had a lot of good food for a very good price. Eleven was excited about the idea of having breakfast for dinner; it didn't matter how much time had passed, she still was obsessed with Eggo's and other sweet things.

Having dinner all together was as noisy as it seemed. Several conversations took place at the same time, with people screaming from the other side of the table, laughing too hard, and eating with their mouths open. It was heartwarming. Y/N glanced at Eddie, who was explaining something very interesting and very nerdy to Will Byers, who paid him all the attention he was capable of. She could barely remember the time when there was only Eddie and her in their little bubble because people didn't approach them. Having the town wanting Eddie's head seemed so long ago… like a dying echo. Eddie's eyes met hers from across the table and the boy winked at her. Eddie deserved this, he deserved to fit in, to have people who loved him, who would bleed for him, bleed with him. Right there, at that table, there were people who would throw themselves under the bus for one another. They were family. Their family.

Steve complained about his route to drive back his friends, although he always waited until they were safe inside their houses before resuming his driving. Robin, Mike, Dustin, and then they were all alone. Y/N played with the zip of her coat in the passenger seat as the radio played quietly in the background and Steve kept complaining about the last thing Dustin had told to him.

He stopped the car in Y/N's driveway and turned the engine off. She was already staring at him when he turned.

"Do you want to come in?" She asked shyly. "It's still early. It's also the first time Eddie's not around. I mean– I know how it sounds. It's not what I was thinking. I mean– I was thinking about it. A little. Maybe. Not right now, though. Um… I mean–"

"I know what you mean, Y/N. I would love to come in. My parents aren't home again and we can watch a movie or something. It's not like something has to happen."

With that being established, they got into the house. The situation was awkward at first without Eddie to fill in the silence; they found their way in the end. An old movie was running on one of the local TV channels and they watched it for about fifteen minutes before the idea of just making out seemed the perfect thing to do in this situation.

Y/N was the one to lean into Steve's space and started the kiss. Steve asked her before putting his hands on her body. He'd never taken intimacy for granted. With Nancy, for example, he begged for kisses and knew what buttons to press for her to lower her walls and kiss him, but he never pushed her to have sex with him; when she thought she was ready, she was the one who initiated the whole thing. Unfortunately, it was also the night Barbara died so… Anyway, with his latest hook-ups after Nancy, he'd been with girls that already knew what they wanted and how they wanted; most only wanted one thing from him, that's why he ended up being an automaton until Y/N got under his skin.

The kiss became a quick succession of multiple kisses with short breaks for breath in which they stupidly smiled at each other, bumped their noses, and kissed again with red, slippery lips.

Her skin was burning, an uncomfortable tickling kept her looking for something to make it stop not knowing if she was ready for it just yet. Steve's hand, which had been enjoying her thigh over jeans, traced the hem of her jumper, crawling inside although not going up just yet, still considering the jeans a wall. She wasn't aware she had tensed up and stopped breathing until Steve took distance and, very slowly, took his hands away from her. He looked at her eyes intently searching for any sign of how to help.

"I– I'm sorry," she mumbled pitifully, hating the lump that was growing in her throat.

"Hey, don't be sorry. We won't do anything you don't want to do. It's fine."

"It's not fine! I want to, that's the worse part. I really fucking want to but this–" she gestured to herself, "this doesn't help."

"Alright."

He waited as she opened and closed her mouth a couple of times not finding the proper words to express her feelings. "You can say I never liked my body very much," she laughed joylessly. "I tried. I sometimes love my body, you know? Mostly when it's all clothed up. I used to think that my wobbly body with its stretch marks was the worst and nobody would find it attractive. I mean, people had been telling me that all my life, and the media doesn't really help, does it?" Her sad smile was killing Steve, but he stayed put, listening carefully. "Now– Now it's different. I miss those times when my major concern were my stretch marks and not having a flat abdomen. Now I have very disgusting scars that look very rough, Steve. I can barely look at myself in the mirror if I'm naked anymore. So, yeah, I want to be with you but then I think about how disgusting I look and I know you won't find it hot and–"

"Enough. That's enough." Steve brought closer some tissues from the coffee table. "I know all that there is to know about self-esteem issues, Y/N. But, look at this," he pulled up his shirt showing his abdomen; he pointed to a few thin silver lines on his sides. "I have stretch marks too. I used to be very small in middle school, and one summer I grew tall so fast that my skin broke. Not a big deal. Look at these," carefully he pointed to the awfully looking scars on his abdomen, they still looked angry pink. "Those bats got me good. Tell me, do you like me any less now that you've seen my body? It looks bad."

"Of course not. You're still attractive but that–"

"I know. You still like me although I have all these scars. Why do you think I would like you any less because of your scars? And let me remind you that I've seen you shirtless when I healed your wounds in Max's older trailer. Trust me when I tell you that I like your body. I wish you could see you as I see you, as we all see you because you have such a great amount of amazing qualities not based on your looks. You're brave, you're smart, you're funny… but, baby, you're also stunningly gorgeous, so hot and cute and beautiful. So god damn perfect that– You're perfect, Y/N."

"Steve…"

He sighed running a hand through his hair. "I'm the opposite of you," now it was his turn to smile sadly. "While you're so confident in everything but your looks, all I have are mine. Yup. Do you want to know how many friends I had until I helped Dustin Henderson hunt that stupid demodog? None. Not even one. Even since primary school, kids just came close to me because my family got money and if they played with me I bought them stuff.

"Yeah… I'm not smart. Never been. According to my dear father, I'm a waste of time, space, and oxygen. Cool, isn't it? I'm not good to study. I'm not good to work. My social skills are expired and the only thing I was barely decent at was sports, although I never actually win anything. So, worthless. I'm fucking worthless. I– Jesus, Y/N, I try every day to be useful, to be reliable, to be unexpendable because I am. I am expendable. What do I have to offer? Really. Let's be honest here, I don't have anything to offer but my looks, my hair, and my stupidity."

"Steve!"

"It's true!! I'm still waiting for you to come to your senses and see that you can do much better than me because I'm not worthy and–"

Her hand covered his mouth forbidding him to keep talking. "None of that is true, Steve."

Slowly, carefully and with affection, he took her hand away from his mouth and held it between his. He looked at it for a few seconds before smiling sadly again. "It's what I've been hearing my whole life, Y/N. I'll give anything to be able to look at me the same way you all do because you seem to have a very different idea of me that the one I'm familiar with. It's something I can't control, though. Sometimes it overpowers me. Other times I can control it. Those are my self-esteem issues.

"What I'm trying to say is that I understand when that echo hunts you down and you're unable to control it. I just want you to know that I'm not going anywhere. I'm still going to be here if you have me. I don't mind waiting ten days or ten fucking years for you to be comfortable enough to be naked around me, I'll be here. And let me assure you, that the moment you let me I'm going to worship you and your body the way you deserve."

Words had been spoken. Feelings had been shared. They were both exhausted and decided to go to sleep. It didn't take much for Steve to stay the night in one of the guests' rooms, just for her to ask. The perspective of going back to his empty house, alone after opening his heart wasn't very appealing. Also, after a few nights of staying over with Eddie and Robin, Steve owned one of the guests' rooms and had placed a few clothing items there, which made him feel more at home than in his own bedroom.

The echo of the voices from his past didn't allow him to have a proper rest that night. Y/N had been the first person he'd trusted with his real issues, his real feelings, and his mind had decided that was the perfect trigger to just torment him all night long. He got a couple of hours of sleep once he was too exhausted to even think; he still woke up too early and decided to prove himself of use by cooking some breakfast for his girlfriend. He made pancakes, scrambled eggs, french toast, and bacon. Y/N didn't drink coffee, but she had a huge jar of orange juice, so he poured a couple of glasses.

All the cooking had consumed so much time that he thought it was a good idea to go woke Y/N. He took off the apron he'd borrowed and climbed the stairs.

"Good morning, honey. I made us breakf–"

Steve swallowed at the sight before his eyes. Y/N was in her underwear in front of a big mirror in her bedroom, looking intently at herself. She glanced at him to acknowledge his presence but did nothing to cover herself up.

Her night hadn't been nice either. She'd woken up to the muffled noise of Steve cooking in her kitchen. Since she'd been out of the hospital she had covered that mirror in her room, a big body-sized mirror, with a sheet that was now laying on the floor. She had gotten out of her bed with a purpose and she felt more powerful now. How long had she been looking at her naked body in the reflection? Hours. She wasn't sure how many hours, but enough for her to stop seeing its ugliness and start seeing the story behind it. She was a survivor. She was a protector.

Steve's presence made her anxious, nonetheless. Well, maybe not anxious but excited, nervous. She wanted him to do or say something that proved his point from last night. She needed that.

"Can I– Um… May I come in?" He asked shyly from the door.

"Yeah…" Her voice was raspy from sleep and disuse.

The young man took measured steps closing the distance between him and his girlfriend not wanting to break the enchantment she seemed to be under. He could see, on the reflection, that she was bound and determined, fiercely looking at herself as if challenging her reflection to provoke her rage.

He placed himself on her back admiring the way her skin broke into goosebumps when the fabric of his clothes barely touched her naked skin. He found her eyes on the reflection, already looking at him, already expecting him to do or say something. Wetting his lips, Steve placed his hands close to her sides, hovering over the area.

"May I touch you?" His needy whisper made her gasp a yes.

Steve's hands weren't cautious when they touched her, they didn't caress her scars with feathery fingers like they could reopen the wounds. He just touched her, recreating himself in every touch trying to take in as much skin as his hands could handle. Closing the distance between their bodies, he pressed her against his front and she leaned in enjoying the warmth. His right hand abandoned her side to place itself in the middle of her chest, just at the end of her sternum, his thumb slipping under her bra just between her breasts. His left hand also abandoned her side, covering the whole area of her belly until he was touching her other side, holding her in place. Steve nuzzled behind her ear. "May I kiss you?" He asked and she couldn't find the voice to say yes, she just gave him room on her scared neck and he enjoyed every inch of it.

The reflection in her mirror showed her pure lust, desire, and love. She would still have her self-esteem issues hunt her down from time to time, of course, but as Steve had told her, some days were better than others.

Y/N grabbed Steve's hair, pulling it to move him away. He moaned in her ear before locking glances with her; she was staring right into his soul and he was doing the same. Steve gave her enough room for her to turn around, not quite tearing his hands away from her. She slipped her hands under his shirt feeling the rough scars under her fingertips; she grabbed him harder making him groan.

"Steve. Take it off?"

One fluid movement and he was shirtless.

They shared a kiss then. This kiss wasn't like the others, it didn't start slow and build its intensity up, no, it started strong, heated, and hot. His hands touched her back until they reached her butt and squished it. She smiled at the kiss and let him try to pick her up. She was all about trying new things now, why not?

Steve fucking Harrington picked her up like she weighed nothing and walked, with her surrounding his hips, towards the bed. He did as he promised he would. After asking, of course, he worshiped her taking his time with every inch of skin, never rushing, always with his adoration for her in mind. He wanted to show her, to let her know how much he liked her.

How much he truly loved her.

On April 15th, 1987, Aunt Catherine showed up in the middle of a date. Y/N and Steve were saying their goodbyes still in his car, in front of her house, with rain pouring outside. She was caressing his face, trailing her fingers through his neck while kissing him. Moaning, Steve leaned into her space, holding his weight with one hand on the back of her seat and the other against the dashboard. The car wasn't very comfortable for a make-out session but, boy, how he was enjoying it.

A rapid succession of knocks in his window scared the shit out of both of them. Aunt Catherine was on the other side, showing her always perfect face without a raindrop in it; she was wearing a yellow raincoat and holding a red umbrella. She made a gesture with her head towards the house and started walking. Steve and Y/N looked at each other dumbfounded before getting out of the car and running towards the house getting soaked in the process.

Before they could even think about asking Aunt Catherine about what she wanted she gave them both a file.

"May I tempt you to accept a job proposal? We've been watching you and the way you dealt with the Underworld, as we call it, was remarkable. We're aware that your feelings for Hawkins and your friends played an important role in your performance. We've been thinking that, with Hawkins being the center of weird activity in the States, having a permanent guardian would be the most appropriate thing to do. We'll teach you the little things you still don't know, both medical and tactics, although we also expect you to instruct our agents; I don't know how, but they're unable to recreate your actions. So?"

"Wait– Wait, who is 'we'?" Y/N had an idea, of course.

"The government?" Steve guessed.

"Oh, no, sweetheart. Not the government. We're an independent agency that tries to prevent useless governments from unleashing forces they would be unable to control."

"I'm sorry, Aunt Catherine, but I have to say you're not doing your job very well," Y/N complained. "Like, the Russians have a whole lab slash prison with demomonsters in it."

"Not anymore, but I get your point. That's why I'm offering you a job. I've already talked to Jim Hopper and his daughter, Jane. They accepted, of course, even if it was only to have access to our files. We're not so sure about Nancy Wheeler, yet. She might leak our existence to the press, you know? Also, Dustin Henderson and Mike Wheeler are still too young to even think about it."

"Why do you want us, exactly?" Steve looked at her warily.

"Your leadership skills, teamwork, planning… there's something in you, in both of you, that we need in our fight. Before you ask, we don't have political tendencies or an evil plan, we don't want to study and use the Underworld. No. We want to keep it separate from us and keep everybody safe."

Did they sign? As might've been expected, they did, in fact, sign after some negotiations of course. Robin was pretty good with foreign languages and she could be an asset in the communication department. Eddie… Eddie could be trained. Aunt Catherine expected that already and just laughed as she lent them a beautiful fountain pen to sign their contracts.

On July 11th, 1990, a familiar car parked right in front of Family Video. The moment the two nineteen year-old boys saw it, they ran behind the counter in an effort to busy themselves. They elbowed each other and stepped into each other's feet. The door opened and two regular customers of the video store entered the deserted place.

"Hello, boys. Do you have anything new?" the twenty-three-year-old woman asked them with a toothy grin as her fiancé put on the counter the tapes they were returning.

"You asked the same thing yesterday, Y/N. No, we don't have anything new," Mike stated taking the tapes away from the counter.

"This customer service is awful. I was much better," Steve complained.

"Well, we'll probably be nicer to you if you actually came here for rent stuff and not to bother us," Dustin argued.

Faking a gasp of surprise Steve looked around the store. "Point number one, Henderson, the store is dead. Point number two, you little shits were always in my jobs when I was trying to work."

"How resentful."

"Revenge, baby. So, movies. We need movies," he gave a look to his fiancée, who was playing with the ringer on her finger absently. He still couldn't believe how lucky he was.

"Robin's been down lately, and we want to cheer her up. Some recommendations?" she smiled sweetly at the boys. Mike blushed, as he always did, and disappeared with her between the corridors to find some movies to take with her.

Steve still couldn't believe that those young men with Family Video uniforms were once the little shits he knew. Both of them had been admitted to MIT and only came down to Hawkins for summer work at the store; a very good job they got thanks to him and his influence with Keith, thank you very much. It still was sad that Will Byers was too tied up to San Francisco to come more than twice a year, and Lucas Sinclair was working his ass out in Chicago. Jane went to community college and worked the weekends and holidays at Ronnie's Diner; a year ago she decided that she was tired of the whole Eleven thing because she wasn't a number anymore, she was a human and her name was Jane Hopper. Mike's friendship with Will had gotten better with time, but not as it used to be, and his relationship with Jane finally broke; they were still good friends, though. Max had had some identity crisis and spent her first year since graduation working at Ronnie's Diner until she found what she wanted to do, just like Steve in a way, because she also got to the conclusion that she wanted to be a police officer.

Jonathan and Nancy lived in Indianapolis working for the best newspaper in Indiana. Robin took a job teaching music at Hawkins Middle School as well as the very secret job with The Agency. Eddie was a great car mechanic and his charm provided him with very loyal clients; also The Agency. Both of them lived with Steve and Y/N who were just a couple of straight people taking care of the gay disasters they had as friends. He was a police officer and she was the new librarian; plus the very secret and dangerous job with The Agency, of course.

If Steve looked carefully at Y/N, he could see the greenish shadow on her jaw, a testimony of the last encounter with a demogorgon that had bruised her. He didn't like the idea of the person he loved being in danger so often, but damn she looked so hot with her sword in hand fighting monsters…

"You should come, seriously," Steve turned in his surroundings. Y/N was trying to convince Mike of something. "Eddie's upset. He believes you're mad at him."

Dustin scoffed at her words and Mike busied himself with the new tapes they were renting.

"I'm not mad."

"What happened then?"

"It's just–" for a moment it looked like he was going to lie. "Have you seen his new boyfriend?" Mike exploded. "Eddie can do so much better! Why that loser? He's at least two hundred years old and I'm sure he's a pervert. I don't trust him. I don't like him."

"Jealousy doesn't look good on you, Wheeler."

"Shut up, Steve!"

With all the patience in the world, Y/N took Mike's hand between hers. "Honey, Alan is the sweetest man on earth. He's nerdy and cute. He cares about Eddie and loves him very much. He looks a bit like Rick Moranis and he's not two hundred years old, Michael, he's my age."

"He also bakes."

"Great priorities, Steve," Dustin claimed.

"Hey, man, I'm just saying. Eddie loves sweets and he got himself a man that bakes."

"At least you should meet Alan before complaining about him, don't you think?" She tried to be helpful.

"Like that would work! I already knew Steve before you two started dating, and I told you not to do it. I told you you could do better. Look at you now! You're about to be a Harrington."

"Hey!!"

"Well, you were trying to pair her up with Eddie," Dustin noted.

"Yeah, no shit. If they had told me that he was gay I wouldn't have."

"Mike, dude, don't you have a crush on some very smart boy or girl in your nerdy college?"

"Shut up!"

"That's a yes," Y/N staged whispered to her fiancé.

"I hate you both."

"Every time you say that I believe you less and less, honeybun."

Blushing, stunned due to the pet name, Mike was unable to answer which gave Dustin the perfect opportunity to finally talk to someone about Mike's crushes.

"He has a big fat crush on the very young Assistant Professor Prescott, Richie Prescott."

"Shut up!!"

"There's also this girl in one of our classes… Samantha Goldman, I think. Oh, and that boy from the dorm, Timmy something."

"I fucking hate you. All of you."

"Well, Dustybun, not all of us can find the love of our lives in a science camp, can we?" She changed the subject.

"True. Suzie and I are happier than ever. Her dad's still against the relationship, but I think my mom's convincing him."

"A battle between them must be epic," Steve stated.

A bunch of teenagers entered the store. One of the girls looked at Steve and blushed.

"Now we have work. Get out."

"So bossy, Michael. Remember, tomorrow after your shift. Come home and talk to Eddie."

Leaving the store behind felt wrong somehow for Steve. A part of him missed working behind the counter with Robin, waiting for Y/N to show up every day. He used to think he hated the moment she crushed on him, that time when he didn't quite know her, but now he was mature enough to confess that the moment she entered the store and talked to him, looked at him with sparkling eyes and smiles shyly were his favorites moments of the day. His most beloved regular customer walked to the driver’s door of his car and arched an eyebrow at him when he stared at the store instead of getting inside the passenger seat.

"Are you alright, Steve?"

Turning towards her, he smiled, "I love you."

The end.

This series was a great journey I'm glad I took. I hope you liked it. I might write some more Steve Harrington x Reader fics in the future, maybe even some Eddie Munson x Reader, and Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson x Reader. If you have requests, plots or suggestions don't be shy, I'm open to new ideas. Thank you for your love and support.

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