#had someone earlier today call steve harrington old like. I don’t know how old that guy is but he looks like a twink and I’m gonna kill you

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Driving Lessons — S.H

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

warnings: none

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an: hi everyone! here’s a new fluffy fic for you. best friends to lovers goodness to brighten your weekend. I dedicate this to everyone who like me was terrified when they learned how to drive and those who don’t drive bc it’s scary af. steve is just so sweet and perfect and I think he’d be a wonderful teacher specially if he has a crush on you. I hope you enjoy! Pls let me know if you liked this!

The doorbell rings just as you finish getting ready. It’s a sunny summer morning and you decided to fight off the heat with a white dress with tiny pink roses printed on it, a denim vest and converse. You check the clock by your bed and as always Steve is right on time.

You’d woken up with a start this morning from a terrible nightmare you don’t want to think about. Steve had an angry wound on the side of his abdomen and was in no state to drive. He needed your help, but you don’t know how to drive, so you were helpless to do anything else but to press his own t-shirt against the wound. The same desperation haunted you all through breakfast and gave you the push you needed to face your fears. Driving. You’re going to learn, no matter how much panic it causes you.

That’s why Steve is here, you called him earlier and agreed to meet here at noon. And punctual as ever, he’s already waiting on the porch. You heart drums loudly inside your chest, excited to see your friend, your best friend, and object of all your affection. Though no one needs to know the last part.

You open the door, and the pitter patter of your heart gets out of control no matter how much you try to remind it that he’s your friend. Nothing more. Steve looks sun kissed by the summer sun and beautiful as always, with various freckles standing out across his face. Broad shoulders in a white t-shirt and light washed jeans that fit him just right, his old Cortez shoes and usual brown watch. You hate him, and you love him so much.

“Hi Stevie.” Your smile breaks free as you greet him with a hug.

“Hey you.” Steve’s smile is clear in his voice as his arms go around you. It’s a tight hug and soon enough, he’s lifting you off the ground and spinning you around.  

You laugh as he sets you down on the ground. “Someone’s happy.”

“How can I not be? I’m spending the day with you.” Steve smiles brightly, “What’s this you have to ask me? Got me nervous all the way here.”

You shake your head; how can you not be crazy about him when he’s so damn sweet with you. You decide to tackle his question instead. “Why would you be nervous?”

 “I wasn’t sure if we need to hide a dead body.” He shrugs.

“Not today.” You play along with a fake frown and smile when it makes Steve laugh. A moment later you turn shy under his gaze when it lingers on your face. “Okay I called you because I need you to teach me how to drive. Please.”

“How to drive?” Steve’s eyebrows shoot up towards his forehead as his brown eyes widen. “You got tired of me already sweetheart?”

You roll your eyes, ignoring the nickname, and hit his shoulder softly; Steve takes that same wrist and holds on to swing your hands between you. It endears you and makes you love him a little bit more, it’s only noon. “You hurt me.” He says all drama as always.

“No, Stevie.” You tilt your head towards your shoulder, choosing not to tell him about last night’s nightmare. “I just want to learn in case there’s an emergency or something.” When Steve’s eyes soften, you look away.

“Okay,” He says quietly, then tucks a rogue strand of hair behind your ear. “Do you want to start right now?” Steve asks you, completely unaware of the fact that you’ve stopped breathing.

“God, no. I’m scared.” You shake your head, trying to ignore the way your heart hurts at his soft gesture. “I was going to suggest ice cream first.”

Steve smiles and wraps an arm around your shoulder pulling you to his side as he leads both of you to his parked car in the driveway. “Alright, ice cream first. You look beautiful by the way.”

You lean your head on his shoulder and shake his head. “Is this you trying to get me to pay?”

Steve only laughs and rolls his eyes.

“First things first, seat belt.” Steve glances behind you with a nod of his head. The two of you are sitting in his car, but while he’s always in the drivers seat, he’s the passenger today.

You turn around and bring the seat belt across your torso before it clicks into place once fastened. “Okay.”

Steve scratches his chin and you watch for only a second before looking ahead, no distractions. “Now, adjust the mirrors; you should see everything with the rear view mirror and the front door’s handle with your other two. I’ll move this one for you.” He reaches out of the car and brings it forward a tiny bit until you nod.

“Alright that’s good.” You do the same with the one on your right before wiping your hands on your dress. You take a shaky breath and look back at Steve. “Now what?”

Steve’s grinning when you meet his eyes and shakes his head briefly. He nods towards the keys hanging from the ignition switch. “Now you turn on the car.”

Panic bubbles deep in your stomach but you nod anyway, pushing through the many anxious thoughts in your head. This is why you never made it past a single lesson during driver’s ed, your fear. What if you crash the car, hurt someone, hurt Steve? You’re grateful that your hand doesn’t shake when it turns the key, bringing the car to life.

“Hey,” Steve says, and you look over at him to find him smiling at you. “You’re doing great.”

“Thank you, Stevie.” You swallow down the rising panic inside your chest as you look at the steering wheel. At least Steve’s car isn’t mechanic. Steve points at the pedals by your feet which makes you focus again.

“Right one’s accelerator, and the left one’s the break.” Steve explains. “The car’s in park now so it won't move even if you hit the gas.” He looks up at you to make sure you’re okay to go on and you give him a half nod. “If you break and change the gear to Drive, then it’ll move.”

“What?” You ask him when he glances at you expectantly.

Steve motions to the gear stick behind the wheel with his head. It’s time, you guess and swallow hard, pressing down the break pedal and shifting the car to drive. You can feel your heart pounding in your ears, and your hands break a sweat. Trying to push through though, you take your foot off the breaks and accelerate slowly, but it only seems to make your panic worse. The car only moves about 8 feet before you stop and put it back on Park, shutting your eyes tightly. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

Steve reaches over and shuts down the engine before turning towards you. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” He asks you softly, a hand on your shoulder. It rubs down your arm gently and grabs one of your hands from the steering wheel. “Talk to me, what happened?”

“I’m sorry I panicked.” You confess, keeping your eyes shut. “This is scary.”

“Okay.” You open your eyes to see Steve nod, gaze full of concern as it meets yours. “Want to tell me what scares you?”

Taking your seat belt off you turn towards him and rest your forehead on his shoulder. “Stevie, what if I crash your car and we both end up hurt.”

You feel Steve take a deep breath and his hand let go of yours in favour of running up and down your back. “That won’t happen.”

“You don’t know that.” You mumble with a shake of his head.

“I do.” Steve counters, pushing on your shoulder gently to look into your eyes. “We’re only going to turn right and drive to the dead end, nothing crazy. No cars will hit you, babe, you know it’s a quiet road.”

You look out the windshield towards the road in question. No one ever drives by, just the three homeowners who live in the dead end, but they’ve already left for the day. If that’s the only practice you’ll have today, you think you can manage to keep your fear in check.

“There we go.” Steve smiles triumphantly when you nod in determination. “Ready?”

“Yes.” You click your seat belt into place and turn on the car.   

Just as Steve promised, you only go back and forth from your house to the dead end. He’s patient and gentle as he gives various instructions, when to break and when to accelerate. He guides you through the u-turn and how to back up when you mess up said u-turn. The initial paralyzing dread fades to manageable nerves as 45 minutes go by, and smile when Steve gives you a knowing look.

“Feeling more confident?” He asks as you park in your driveway once more.

“Yeah, a bit.” You let out a deep breath and nod.  “I know I’m safe if I’m with you, Steve.”

“You are.” Steve mirrors your nod and clears his throat, then motions towards his door. “Come on, let’s switch. We’re renting a movie so you can relax.”

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“Stevie, it’s so early.” You mumble, opening your front door at 6am on a Saturday. You look up at him, he looks just as sleepy as you but handsome as always. His hair is a mess of chocolate waves, and the light blue polo he wears with his jeans looks great on him. An outfit so basic shouldn’t look so good; it’s his shoulders you think, they make those damn polos look gorgeous on him.

“Well, you’re the one scared of driving.” Steve’s voice brings you back to the present. “If we go right now, the streets will be all yours. It’ll help with your nerves.”

“I’m sure, it’s the crack of dawn during summer after all.” You joke, sleepiness slowly leaving your body. A smile takes over your face at Steve’s sheepish expression and you can’t help but lean in for a hug. “Thank you, Stevie.”

“You know, people aren’t supposed to look so pretty at 6am.” Steve says, stepping back and meeting your eyes. You heart drops to your stomach for a moment at his words and you look down at your clothes. Black denim shorts, converse, and a sweatshirt.

“You really need some glasses, Steve.” You chuckle, bumping your shoulder into his as you walk towards his car.

“My eyesight is perfect, babe.” Steve gives you a wink that leaves you flustered and trying to understand what’s happening. “Come on.” He places the keys to his car on your hand and opens the passenger door.

Steve lounges back on his seat, pointing towards the direction he thinks you should go. He tells you when to break, what to do in an intersection and the roads you should avoid at a normal hour. Like he said, all of Hawkins is asleep and there’s not a single car on sight as you drive through the town. He was right, the nerves and awful dread you felt the first time you tried to drive his care are gone as you drive the empty streets; no one’s gonna hit you because no one’s here. The radio stays off though, you’re not a professional yet and the music only distracts you. There’s no way you’re crashing because you were singing to Blondie.

“You’re doing amazing.” Steve says, and you control your reaction to his praise. Knowing you’re doing a good job makes you feel giddy inside, so you glance at him quickly with a smile. “Pull into that parking lot right there. I think we can practice parking today.”

“Okay, good cause there are no cars for me to run into.” You joke, looking at Steve and laughing when he frowns. He doesn’t like you doubting yourself, right. “I’m kidding, Stevie.” You check your mirror, and turn the blinker on before you make a turn towards the parking lot. The concrete floor is deserted and fifty-something empty spaces stare back at you.

“Now what?”

“Okay,” Steve sits up straighter and rubs his chin, deep in thought. You can imagine the way his eyes light up when the idea finally comes to him. “Now you have to sort of turn away from the parking spot then turn back in.”

It sounds like gibberish for a moment before you go over his words and catch on to his explanation. Still, how can you pass up an opportunity to tease him?

“Real good explanation, Steve. Super clear.” You chuckle with an eye roll. “But I think I know what you mean.” Following his instructions, you drive the car towards the right before turning left and moving between the two white lines in front of you. At least that’s your intention, but what you end up doing is driving over one of the lines –taking two spaces.

“Come on don’t make that face, it’s your first try.” Steve shakes his head taps the dashboard. “Check the rear-view and backup. You got it.”

You do as Steve says and try to park on the spot next to you, turning a little more to the right so when you drive into the empty space, you’re perfectly parked in between both lines. “There! I did it!” You cheer, putting the car on park and turning to Steve. “Ha!”

He’s smiling too, celebrating this small win and high-fiving you. Steve’s fingers intertwine with yours and keep your hands in his hold, giving them a tight squeeze. There’s happiness and affection shining in his eyes –brown and beautiful and a little sleepy from how early it is– making your blood fizzy under your skin and your body feel like it’s glowing. There’s no one in this world like him, someone who is your cheerleader and makes you feel this happy and safe. And in love.

But the glint in his eye tells you he’s going to say something; you definitely missed something. “You didn’t check the right-side mirror babe; a car can come from your right, and you could’ve crashed into them.”

“Ugh!” You lean you head back on the headrest and look at the roof. Defeat washes over you, there’s so many rules to this driving gig; just when you think you’ve got it right, it’s actually the opposite. Your hands cover your face. “Fucking mirrors.”

Steve laughs next to you, a warm and beautiful sound that wipes away your frown as he shakes his head. His hand takes one yours again a moment later and gives it a squeeze. “It’s only a matter of time.”

Glancing to your right at him you feel your heart dance in your chest at his soft smile. His eyes dance around your face in a way you can’t really describe, and it flusters you beyond words. You smile at him though, ignoring the acrobatics your stomach is performing and the feelings rising to the surface once more. He’s your friend and he’s helping you, nothing more. Don’t make it something it’s not.

Steve is the one who breaks the moment first, eyes going back towards the dashboard. His hand lets go in favour of motioning towards the steering wheel. “Come on, let’s keep practising.”

“Can we go get coffee after?” You ask as you spot the sun beginning to rise in the distance.

“Anything for you babe, you just gotta learn how to park.” Steve settles back on his seat and you look out your window to bite back your smile. He’s got to stop talking to you so sweetly.”

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“Can they please stop honking!” You mutter. The burning orange of the setting sun is shining through the trees and painting the dark asphalt in front of you as you drive by. It would be beautiful if not for the car that’s been tailgating you for five minutes now. To say you’re frustrated at the incessant sound of its honking would be an understatement, you’re sweating buckets, and you can hear your pulse in your ears. Your shoulders are tense and pulled tight towards your ears and there’s nothing you wish more than to arrive to Steve’s place. “Stevie.” You plead, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“Ignore them, you’re doing great.” Comes Steve’s easy response, but he still checks the rear-view mirror and glares at the car behind you. “Of course, it’s some dude in a truck.” You hear him mutter as he shakes his head.

“I’m sweating, I told you I can’t drive on this road yet.” You complain, rolling your shoulders back to ease the tension. “But no, you had to insist.”

“Well, you had to eventually, babe.” Steve shrugs leaning towards the window and looking at you. Then after a sigh, he adds, “Nothing’s going to happen, relax alright.”

Another loud honk helps you do the opposite.

“Tell him to fuck off.” You groan, glancing at the truck behind you. Great now he’s flicking his headlights at you. “I’m literally driving at the speed limit.”  

Steve shakes his head and motions to the road ahead, where the lane splits into two. “You’re fine, look, he can drive past you now.” Right on cue the truck accelerates and drives by, letting you breathe. Your shoulders sag, and when you spot a dinner in the distance you finally relax. There’s no way you’re driving the rest of the way.

“Okay, you’re switching places with me. I’ll try again tomorrow.” You announce after a sigh.  

You turn the blinker on, and perfectly park on a free spot before shutting off the car and getting out. You look at the setting summer sun and breathe in to calm down, at least you made it halfway to Steve’s. Even the shirt you’re wearing feels stifling and your back is sweaty, so you take it off, which leaves you in a black tank top. “That made me age like 70 years.”

You look to your left and find Steve looking at you in that way you both hate and secretly love. He’s leaning against the car, arms crossed in front of him, and his eyes have gone soft. They linger on you, like he loves watching you, like you’re his favourite sight. But is it him or you projecting that? What does that mean, Steve, what is this look? You shake your head and look away; he always looks so handsome in the golden hour, you can’t catch a break. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for, stop apologizing.” He rolls his eyes, sounding exasperated but fond as he offers you a hug. You’re quick to step into his arms and relax against him, you stand no chance when it comes to Steve. He calls and you’ll always answer. Though you wish for nothing more than to bury your face in his neck and breathe him in, let yourself melt against him, you don’t. That it would be weird and you’re just friends. “You, okay?”

You nod against his shoulder and hug him tighter. “Yeah, I just wish I didn’t get so nervous.” It’s been like this a few days, you stopping and getting out of the car; it’s frustrating and a big blow to your confidence every time. “

“You know I don’t mind driving you, right?” Steve mumbles against your hair, his thumbs rubbing circles on your lower back. “If this is stressing you out too much we can stop, I’m happy to drive you anywhere.”

“I know that, Stevie.” You whisper as you close your eyes, deciding to tell him about your dream. “But I had a nightmare the other week, we were in the middle of nowhere, you were really hurt and I couldn’t drive you to the hospital. It was horrible but it made me realise if that happened, I wouldn’t be able to help and I don’t want that.”

“Babe.” Steve sighs, his hands pressing firmly up and down your back. “That won’t happen, it was just a bad dream.”

“I know, but in the off chance that it happens, I want to know that I can help you, Stevie.” You say, shutting your eyes tightly as the image of a hurt Steve comes back. There’s no way you’re losing him over something as simple as driving.

“Alright, we’ll see this through then.” Steve breathes out, holding you for a moment longer before he places a kiss to your temple and steps back. His beaming smile is back on his face, to ease your nerves, you’re sure; it works. “Let’s go, the ice cream’s going to melt. Good job today.”

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“Are you sure?” You ask Steve on a Monday morning, one month of practice later you’re ready to take your driving test. Steve Harrington is offering you his car for the test.

“Of course, babe.” Steve shrugs and hands you his keys. “Let’s go get that license.”

You want to smile at him, thank him for how wonderful he’s been but there’s a sadness creeping into your heart and it casts a shadow over your joy. No more lessons after today. Steve is probably sick of you already. You, on the other hand, don’t want this to end, you want to spend more time with him. Hell, you want to spend all of your time with him. Steve notices your frown and steps closer to you, his hand reaches for yours.

“What’s wrong?” A gentle squeeze.

You let go of his hand and lie. “Nothing, I’m just nervous.” With a half-hearted chuckle you leave his side and walk towards his car. “We should get going.”

The drive towards Hawkins High is quiet, with you concentrating and ignoring your aching heart and Steve looking out his window. It’s still early and the town is quiet around you when you drive by. You’ve come so far since your first day and this is where it ends, with you coming closer to Steve after all those hours spent together –something you didn’t think could be possible. Now you’re trying to think of excuses to continue the driving lessons but come up empty handed. Maybe this was all a mistake, the worst mistake, for now your feelings are all over the place and the words I’m in love with you are on the tip of your tongue.

Your favourite song comes on the radio, and you don’t pay it any mind; you can see Steve look at you in surprise from the corner of your eye. Then, because he’s wonderful, the most wonderful and caring boy, he reaches for your hand and squeezes it tightly.

“Hey, I know you’re scared.” He says gently, “And I know me saying this doesn’t help but…”

Steve takes a deep breath, and you squeeze his hand again before he continues. “I’m not lying when I say you’re ready, so please relax this is your favourite song.”

With a quick glance at him, a grin breaks free and soon you’re laughing as Steve turns up the volume and sings loudly. “There’s a room where the light won’t find you! Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down!”

You laugh and smile and sing with him, letting nerves and aborted confessions slide off your back for now. “When they do, I’ll be right behind you!”

The two of you continue to drive like that, happy and carefree and clutching the other’s hand –like you’re unwilling to let go– until the song ends right as you arrive at the high school. Your smile is replaced by a frown and you glance at Steve as you spot the evaluator. He’s a middle-aged man wearing a plaid shirt and khaki pants, black rimmed glasses are perched on top of his nose, and a mustache sits over a deep frown. “He looks so grumpy.”

“Well, it’s 9am on a Saturday.” Steve says simply, “He probably hates you.”

Your eyes widen and you glare at your friend. “Steve!”

When he laughs you shove his shoulder and roll your eyes. Leave it to him to be a jerk when you’re already nervous. “Get out, the faster we’re done the better.”

“Okay, okay.” Steve turns on his seat to face you and his hands move to hold your face. Your next breath catches on your throat at his actions as you look into his lovely brown eyes. They’re full of faith in you, encouraging you with only one look. “Good luck.” He whispers as his thumb rubs at the apple of your cheek. Brown eyes drift down to your lips, and Steve’s face leans the tiniest bit closer to yours. Is he going to…?

Then just as fast as it happens, he’s stepping out of the car; you feel the ghost of his touch burns your skin. Not a moment later, the evaluator gets into the car.

“Seatbelt.” You mutter, watching Steve’s retreating figure head towards the bench by the entrance. Is there a tiny chance that Steve feels the same way about you?

“Let’s start.” The man next to you grumbles, snapping you back into action.

Your mind is half present on the test and half wondering about what just happened. Following your usual route through town, you come to a conclusion. Of two facts you’re absolutely sure. One: You’re hopelessly in love with Steve, and a moment ago you thought he would absolutely kiss you. The other, well the man sitting next to you hasn’t said a single word since the test started. His only instructions were Just drive. And so, you drive. Every time you try to ask something he shakes his head, so after a few turns around main street, you go back to the school.

You heave a sigh as you parallel park and shut down the engine. “Well?”

“Passed.” The evaluator hands you a slip of paper with your test without another word. You don’t care as you thank him quickly and run out of the car, towards Steve.

“Stevie!” You yell, meeting him halfway as he run towards you, and waving the piece of paper frantically. “I passed!”

“Babe! I told you so!” His arms are around you a moment later, holding you tightly and lifting you off the ground just like the day your quest for a driver’s license started. You hold onto him just as tightly, laughing against his shirt as he spins you around. “Told you, you could do it!”

When you’re back on the ground and look up at Steve, the same joy you’re feeling is shining back from his beautiful brown eyes. All the same emotions including love, in the very same way it sparkles whenever you’re looking at him. Your best friend who’s also so kind-hearted and amazing, and so devastatingly handsome, you never stood a chance against falling for him. This is who you love, who you want. The man who woke up at 6 in the morning to teach you how to drive, who chased off your fears and cheered on your wins with hugs and sweet milkshakes; the one who never once lost his temper, no matter how much you messed up. Steve who let you use his car.

“It's all thanks to you.” You whisper, hand going to his cheek and drifting upwards towards his hair. “Thank you, Stevie.”

“You know I would do anything for you.” Is all he says, his voice matching yours.

You nod, smiling a teary smile when your emotions overflow. “I love you so much, you have no idea. And I know it’s stupid but I don’t want to stop spending all that time with you just ‘cause I passed my test.”

“I think you don’t know this, but,” Steve smiles disarming you in a second as he leans closer to you. “I’m crazy about you, babe, I want to be with you all the time.”

“Really?” Your voice is breathless as you lean closer.

“Would I wake up at the crack of dawn just to see you, if I didn’t?” His lips are so close to yours you can feel your breath mingling. Then after a pause, he whispers softly, “I love you.”

Leaning up on your tiptoes you close the gap between you and kiss him. It’s a short press of lips before Steve’s hands hold your face to kiss you better, angling your faces in the perfect way to deepen the kiss. He takes your bottom lip between his, your hands run through his hair, and the brush of his lips is as soft and as urgent as you dreamed they would be. How many times have you imagined this exact moment and still be so unprepared thing. Kissing Steve is wonderful, it’s perfect, it feels like drinking stardust and glowing from within. You can tell how much both of you have wanted this from the overwhelming emotions threatening to consume you; the fact that it’s taken you so long makes you giggle against his mouth.

“What?” Steve asks against the corner of your lips, unwilling to pull away.

“Nothing,” You shake your head, stepping back and looking up at him. “I’m just so happy.”

His gaze goes impossibly softer as he looks at you, “Me too.”

A long moment later, you steal another kiss because you can, and take Steve’s hand. “Celebratory breakfast?” “You got it, beautiful.” Steve says, eyes unable to contain his affection towards you. He leads both of you back to his car, swinging your hands between your bodies. “You’re driving.”

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[supernovafics]

strangers to lovers to enemies with steve harrington

(very much inspired by “in the kitchen” by reneé rapp)

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strangers

for the first time in a long time, you didn’t hate your job. 

when you found out robin would be working at the family video next door to the pharmacy you had been working at for the past year, you were glad that you would finally have a friend close by. 

it would make your boring job a bit more bearable. 

you went into family video during your lunch break on one of her first few days. she stood behind the counter with someone you didn’t recognize.  

“welcome to this side of town,” you said with a smile, grabbing her attention. 

she smiled back at you before then sighing. “do you know how many old people call here just to rant about how “disgusting” and “sacrilegious” the movie selection we have here is? answer: too, too many. they even hate the cartoons meant for little kids. i’m pretty sure i lose a year off my life every time a call like that goes past five minutes.” 

the only reason you found her words to be the slightest bit funny was because dealing with annoying old people was a staple to your job as well. “please don’t quit yet. the fact that you’re next door is the only thing that makes me slightly like my job now.”

“i’ll be here for at least a month.”

you laughed at that. “how generous of you.”

“this is steve, by the way,” she told you, gesturing to the guy next to her. 

you nodded at him and introduced yourself with a small smile before heading back next door. 

steve was smiling the entire time as you walked away, something that robin did not fail to notice. 

she lightly nudged him. “don’t even think about trying to get with her, harrington.”

to lovers

naturally, steve did not listen. 

because there was something about you and your personality that he was completely enamored by from that first very minor conversation he had with you at family video. 

therefore, one night when it was just him and keith in the store and no robin to stop him, he went next door to see you. 

you were stocking shelves and were surprised to see him walk into the store. 

“hi?”

“hi.”

there was something about his presence that made you feel slightly nervous, mainly because you didn’t know him well yet, and you always felt awkward around people you didn’t really know. 

“um, how’s it going?” you asked because that was the only thing you could think to say at the moment. 

“i just finished helping a lady find a movie that would ‘spice up her marriage.’ those were her exact words. we spent half an hour looking through pretty much every porn we have in the store, which for a place named family video was weirdly a lot,” steve responded and after your initial shock subsided, you fought the urge to laugh at his story. “and i’ll sadly never get those thirty minutes back. how’s it going here?”

“can’t say i have had experiences like that one today, which i’m very sorry for by the way,” you said. “but, earlier i did have to help an elderly woman pick out the best diapers for her husband, and she went into too much detail about why he needs the biggest size we have. i won’t tell you what she said because you don’t deserve to be subjected to that, but i’m scarred forever.” 

he then made a joke about how insane the people in this town are, which made you laugh, and the minor awkwardness fell away from there. 

“how long is your break?” you asked when it neared an hour of him being there with you. he started helping you stock shelves when after ten minutes of doing nothing other than talking, you told him that your boss would hate you if you didn’t finish stocking by the end of your shift.

steve glanced at the watch he was wearing. “yeah, i should probably be heading back. what time are you done here tonight?”

“i’m off at 10.”

he smiled at your response. “same here. do you wanna do something after?”

“okay,” you nodded and then turned away so that he didn’t see how happy you were at his question. 

that night you drive around aimlessly in his car, listening to music and talking, before stumbling upon a drive-in movie theater and deciding to watch the black and white movie they were playing. 

steve’s affectionate and sweet, and you get hit with the unfamiliar feeling of deeply liking someone that swells your heart. so, when he kisses you when he drops you off at your home, it just makes sense to you. 

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when robin entered the pharmacy on a random tuesday, a month after your first kiss with steve, she groaned. 

she didn’t know about you and steve yet, but there had been so many instances where you almost accidentally slipped and mentioned it. 

steve hadn’t wanted to tell her about you guys just yet because of how adamant she’d been about him not trying anything with you. you personally thought that after her initial surprise wore off she wouldn’t really care that the two of you were together, but you still understood steve’s hesitance. 

it was quiet in the store when robin walked in, and you were at the front counter, mindlessly flipping through a magazine. 

“what’s happening today?” you asked, knowing that she would have some sort of story to share about family video. for a job that seemed fairly simple, there was always something happening there. 

she sighed as she walked over to you and pushed herself up to sit down on the counter. “steve’s flirting it up with some girl right now. and laying it on very heavy, might i add.”

it would be an understatement to say that her words only surprised you. they confused you, made you do an inward double take to make sure that you truly heard her right. and when you realized that you did hear her correctly, her words immediately saddened you. and the worst part was you couldn’t tell her any of that. 

“oh?” you tried to hide the shock in your voice. you pulled your eyes away from hers and flipped a page in your magazine. 

“yup, and this is surprisingly the third girl this week that’s actually flirting back with him. i had to get out of there this time before it turned into a low-budget john hughes movie,” robin told you and then groaned again. 

you heard yourself responding with, “ew, that sounds horrible,” but your mind was in a completely different place right then, and all you could think about was steve and this girl, and apparently two other girls as well. 

before robin could question your sudden detached demeanor, you shoved everything you were feeling right then  to the side and plastered on a smile. “you can seek refuge here as long as you need.”

robin smiled back at you as she picked up a random magazine, which was actually the same as yours, and began flipping through it. “god bless you.”

she headed back next door twenty minutes later since she was off in an hour anyway, and that was when you finally let yourself sit in the sadness you were feeling. 

sadness that oh so quickly turned to anger. 

and when you saw steve hours later, moments after your shift ended, which was also the same time that his did too, you could feel your blood nearly boiling. 

“hi,” he greeted you with a smile on his face. 

you glared harshly at him before turning away and heading to your car.

“what’s wrong?”

“fuck you.”

you could tell that steve was taken aback by your words and you almost didn’t explain to him why you were acting the way you were, but ultimately you did. 

“robin told me that you were flirting with some girl at the video store today. ‘laying it on very heavy’ were her exact words. and she also said that this was the third girl this week that was actually reciprocating your flirting. third.”

he looked away from you and a part of you expected some sort of an explanation from him, to explain that maybe all of it was somehow some big misunderstanding. however, when no response came, you continued speaking. 

“i know that we didn’t have a full label on this ‘thing’ we have going on, but still, it’s pretty fucked up, and i can’t believe that i thought you actually liked me.”

“i do like you,” steve told you, full conviction in his tone. “but, this was never supposed to be something serious. i thought we were both on the same page with that.”

those words hurt you because in your mind the two of you were working toward something serious. it was still fairly early, but you liked him a lot and you thought he felt the same way. at least when you were making out in his car he made it seem that way. 

“well, i guess we weren’t,” you finally said, trying your hardest to keep your voice steady because you didn’t want him to see how much he hurt you. 

“i’m sorry,” he said, and you hated how you could hear the sincerity in his tone, and you also simply hated him in that moment. you didn’t want him to feel bad for you and you especially didn’t want to see him ever again. 

“just don’t talk to me anymore,” you told him. your voice was cold and harsh, and you didn’t wait to hear any type of response from him before getting in your car and finally driving away. 

on your way home, you realized through blurry eyes that your hope of never seeing him again was probably fruitless because he would be next door to you most days. 

suddenly, you were right back to hating your job. 

#sorry for this sad ending….</3 #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington

[inkandpen22]

Dazed and Confused ( S1: 3/?)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female!Reader

Warnings: mild language and violence 

Word Count: 3.1k

Part Summary: At Tina’s party, Y/N wants to forget all of her problems. Things take a turn when Billy makes a move on her, angering Steve

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Arriving at Tina’s after dropping Dustin at Mike’s, I am in much need of some good old spiked punch. I yank down my gray oversized sweatshirt some more so that it hangs low off my shoulder. As I cross the threshold into the house, the heat of the crowded living room slaps me in the face. Directly to my left, the kitchen AKA the alcohol hub. I slip between bodies and end up at the counter covered with semi-empty bottles and old plastic cups. Most importantly, a bowl of maroon punch sits in the corner. I grab a cup and make my way over. A boy stands in front of it but I reach around him and scoop up some of the mystery substance.

“What’s in this?” I hear a voice holler behind me.

I turn around to answer but freeze when I realize it’s Nancy. She stares at me equally stunned. My face falls, this is awkward. Seriously universe? I couldn’t have at least one drink before bumping into her?

Steve appears behind her looking slick as ever in his black sunglasses and matching blazer.

“Everclear is my guess,” I answer, acting civil.

She nods timidly, “thanks…”

I step out of her way so she can get some of her own. Steve’s head travels up and down slowly with a blank expression. I can’t see his eyes but I assume he’s studying my costume. A gray oversized sweatshirt that hangs off the shoulder, red heels, matching earrings, and some shorts, though they’re unnoticeable. I can feel him starring me down through those stupid Ray-Bans. Silently, I beg for him to not bring up our encounter in the parking lot. All I wish for tonight is to drown out reality and try to forget. He’s a human ticking time bomb. The tension between us could be cut with a knife.

“Are you finally going to tell me what you are?” Nancy jumps in, forcing me to break my staring contest with her boyfriend.

I open my mouth to answer but Steve beats him to it.

“Flashdance,” he answers for me. “It’s one of her favorites.”

He acts distant, unattached, distracted by the party but I see right through it. There’s something he’s not saying. He says things like this as if it’s common knowledge. A random person wouldn’t describe my eyes as Y/E/C but gray depending on the lighting. One minute, he calls my eyes beautiful and the next he’s starring me down like a disapproving parent. The hell Harrington?!

Nancy gushes, apparently she and I are okay all of a sudden, despite early today with the whole Barb thing. Plus, I think she’s already been drinking for awhile so buzzed Nancy is fun Nancy.

“That’s so cute! You look hot!” She pulls me into a hug.

Over her shoulder, I glimpse up at Steve as he lifts his glasses to rest of his head. His brown eyes threaten to expose my upset from earlier. I get that he’s pissed about my neglect for my feelings. He wants to talk about what was wrong but right now we’re at a party and parties aren’t meant for depressing conversations.

“Let’s go dance!” Nancy suggests, already tugging me into the living room.

Steve calls after her but she ignores him. He follows behind us through the crowd with a groan. In the center of the living room, Nancy stops and turns to me with a bright grin. She cheers as she tosses her head back.

“Woohoo!” She laughs.

This is what I wanted, normalcy. We’re surrounded by our friends, drinking, dancing, being stupid! We did this before everything so why can’t we do it now? Perhaps after tonight, everything will fall back into place.

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On my third game of flip-cup, I’m beyond buzzed. In fact, when I walk I float. I’m on cloud nine. Here, this carefree and lively state is exactly where I wanted to be. Naturally, I’m competitive and amazing at drinking games so I finish my third game with yet another win. I cheer as Tommy from algebra hands me a cup of who knows what as my reward.

“Hey there beautiful,” a husky voice greets from behind me.

I spin around and kind of become dizzy from the action but catch myself.

It’s Billy.

“Hey hottie,” I smirk.

He snickers and closes the space between us to whisper in my ear. “How about you and I go somewhere a little more private?”

That’s a nice thought. He is cute. His ass could have its own zip code. Plus, he has no shirt on under that leather jacket, hello washboard like abs. His California tanned skin glistens under a thin layer of sweat. Damn, he’s a human Ken doll.

He’s no Steve though. Wait… what? I don’t think of Steve like that. Why would I think that? Um, yeah, that’s a no! Then again, Steve is always there for me. Sometimes it can be annoying how he’s always there. It means he cares but I don’t want to dump all of my drama on him. Then, he gets upset when I don’t open up. I hate it when I hurt him. I love him so much that when he’s in pain so am I.

“Okay,” I blurt out without truly thinking.

“Cool,” I hear him whisper as he takes my hand and starts pulling me toward the stairs across the room.

Wait, what? What am I doing? This isn’t me. I don’t like Billy. He treats Steve like shit. If anything I should kick his pretty ass. Though if I tried he’d probably murder me.

I glance down at his hand engulfing mine. It’s all rough and twice the size of my own. If we make it upstairs, it’ll be just him and I. I’ll be defenseless. I may be drunk but I’m not oblivious. My intuition is still working and it’s screaming for me to pull my shit together.

“Hey Billy? I don’t think…” I press my heels into the floor, slowing him down just as we reach the bottom of the stairs.

Aggressively, he whips around and purposefully towers over me to act intimidating. “What? Now, you’re saying no? Are you messing me? Playing with me!” He accuses.

I shake my head dramatically, “no! No, that’s not what-”

“Oh, so you still want to do this,” he presses.

Too impatient for an answer, he continues up the stairs. The grip he has on me has shifted up to my wrist. I attempt to tug myself free but fear dislocating it, his strength is too great. I stumble up the stairs behind me and I startle to feel dizzy. I think it’s safe to say I’ve had too much.

“No,” I whine, “I don’t want to! Stop! Please! I don’t want to! No!”

“Hey!” A booming voice echoes from the bottom of the stairs.

Rapid footsteps approach from behind me and a rush of relief consumes me when Steve appears beside me. He places a protective hand on my back.

“What the hell is going here?” He directs at Billy, taking note of his fist wrapped around my wrist.

“Nothing that concerns you, Harrington. Y/N and I were just heading upstairs.” He jolts his hand forward, causing me to traveling with it.

Steve instantly pries Billy’s hand from my body. Then, shoves him in the back, flying him forward to land with his ass on the stairs. “Don’t you ever touch her again! You hear me?!” He sneers. His face turns this deep red as he pants angrily.

The two start bickering but I can’t keep up. I see three Steves and a couple Billys shouting in each other’s faces. I lean against the railing unsteadily and slide down to sit on the steps. My eyes suddenly feel very heavy.

“I’m going to go to bed now,” I announce to no one in particular.

I decide to get some rest and shut my eyes. It’s okay, Steve’s here. He’ll protect me.

I’m not sure how much time has past when I hear Tommy and some of the other basketball boys come to break up the fight.

“Come on Y/N,” I hear Steve whisper to me, “let’s get you home.”

Feeling as light as a feather, I’m picked up like a sleepy child off the ground. For a moment, I fall asleep again. I rest my head on his chest and ponder the rare opportunity to sleep without being afraid of being eaten by a monster.

“Y/N?” I hear someone repeatedly call my name. “Y/N, wake up!”

I ease open my eyes and at first my vision is blurry but then they eventually adjust. Steve glances down at me as he we cross the threshold hold to the front yard.

“You smell like sunshine and all things exquisite,” I mumble to myself, adjusting myself in his arms to curl closer to his warmth.

“Even when hammered you still manage to be a walking thesaurus,” he teases.

Opps, he heard me. Oh well, I wasn’t lying. He smells like vanilla, the ocean, sugar, spice, and everything nice.

Goosebumps course over my skin as a brisk October breeze hits me. I shiver slightly and Steve holds me closer.

“We’re almost to my car. I’ll turn on the heat high. You’re okay,” he promises calmly.

Playing the hero, Steve places me into the passenger seat gently and straps me in. I toss my head to the side and rest my eyes again. He shuts the door for me before jogging to the driver’s side. The car drowns out the sound of chaos coming from the party and creates a sense of security. Steve slides behind the wheel and for some reason I choose now to act reasonable.

“Have you been drinking? If so, you shouldn’t drive,” I state like a health textbook.

He chuckles, popping in the keys. “I’m sober. Promise.”

“That’s nice. Good to know,” I yawn.

The last thing I can remember of the ride home is Steve turning on the car.

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I wake up silently as Steve pulls up in front of my house. He’s unaware of my stare as he finishes parking and turning off the car.

“Hazel,” I tell him, announcing my woken state.

He looks to me with scrunched eyebrows, all confused. It’s cute when he does that. He’s cute. Geez, what the heck am I saying? He’s dating my best friend! Steve is Steve and Katherine, we don’t mix, at least that way.

“What?” He questions, turning to face me.

“Your eyes… they’re hazel…” I repeat softly with a yawn. “But, it really depends on the lighting.”

He snickers, and astonished expression blesses his features. The subtle blush forming on his cheeks makes me smile to see him all bashful because of my comment. He has no idea how gorgeous we truly is, inside and out. He glances down at his lap, at his hands fidgeting with a button on his jacket, then back up at me with hooded eyes.

“See, right now!” I point out, “they’re a dark brown like a burnt caramel, basically black. When you’re really focused on a task or upset about something, they go dark. Then, when you’re really happy or excited, they turn to a light hazel… like seaglass. It’s how I can tell if something’s bothering you. You don’t even have to tell me half the time. All I have to do is look into your eyes and I know,” I state a matter-of-factly with a light snicker.

I shift you see him directly and tuck a few strands of my hair away from my face. He watches my every move patiently, eagerly, for me to say something more, anything. I can’t speak for him but my heart won’t stop racing. Is it possible to have stage fright in a conversation? I feel like a mannequin, on display. Nervously, I twirl my hair at the ends and find myself unable to meet his gaze anymore.

“Your pupils are rarely small,” I add quietly. “They’re usually really big and take up most of your eye giving off the illusion they’re black. One thing that never changes is…”  I make a circle with my finger in front of my eye to demonstrate, “is the gold rim around each of them.” I lower my hand into my lap and play with the end of my sweatshirt. “That’s my favorite part… ” I confess timidly.

I wouldn’t be saying these things if I were sober. I wish he would say something, anything. He must think I’m crazy. He finds me with Billy heading up stairs. I can only imagine what he must think of me now. Embarrassed beyond belief and sobering up, I excuse myself.

“Thanks for the ride,” I say as I unbuckle myself. “See you Monday!”

Swiftly, I climb out of the car. As I walk toward my front door, I curse myself for acting so stupid! Geez, what was I thinking? ‘The gold rim around each of them, that’s my favorite part!’ What kind of mushy, guhsy, marshmallow fluff is that? Ew! If he never spoke to me again I would judge that as completely reasonable! He has a girlfriend! He’s taken! Completely off limits! Why did I spew out this creepy nonsense to him like a total idiot? I’m not some lovesick teenage girl! I’m going to go to my room, put in some Guns N’ Roses, and just scream into my pillow all weekend! It sounds like an excellent plan to me because I just ruined my friendship with Steve forever! Add Nancy to that list because once he fills her in on what I said I’ll lose both of them!

“Y/N!” He calls after me.

I ignore it as I march faster toward the door. He’s only going to call me crazy because I was acting crazy!

“Y/N, wait!” He repeats as I hear him shut the car door and run toward me.

“Goodnight, Steve!” I urge him away without turning around.

His footsteps speed up until they come to a halt directly behind me. I reach for the door handle, my freedom. Desperately, he grips my forearm and steps in front of me, blocking the front door.

“Look, could you just slow down for a sec?” He yells at me as he pants to catch his breath.

“No! I can’t slow down! I just want to go inside, get in my pajamas, and forget tonight ever happened! Alright? Now, excuse me,” I gesture for him to get out of the way.

Reluctantly, paired with an overly dramatic eye roll, he steps aside. Despite wanting his to leave, I thank him quietly for cracking open the front door slowly, making sure not to wake anyone.

“Nance and I broke up…” Steve drops on me.

My heart leaps and I stop dead in my tracks. Unsure of what to do or say, I remain still in the doorway and wait for him to say more.

“She never loved me,” he explains with a heartbroken tone. “At least… I don’t think she did…”

Shit. Please don’t tell me that, Harrington. It only makes me want you more. He’s always so close but too far out of reach. I care about him more than anything but he’ll never mine. I’m just the friend.

I spin on my heels and offer him a sympathetic smile, “would you like to come in?”

He nods, clearly miserable. I step aside, allowing him in. After shutting the door behind us, I warn him to be quiet so we don’t wake my parents. He nods slowly and slips his hand into mine. Never breaking eye contact with me, he leads the way through the moonlit house toward my room. His platonic touch is so blissful, I can only imagine what it feels like otherwise.

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Steve and I sit on my bed in our usual positions with my record player going quietly. He lounges like a patient in therapy and me, acting as his therapist, criss-cross beside him. He explains everything. He describes how drunk Nancy got and how he followed her to the bathroom. It was there they got into a fight. She admitted feeling guilty for the loss of Barb. Then, she called all of it bullshit. Us acting like carefree teenagers, never telling Barb’s parents the truth, her love for Steve, all of it is bullshit. He asked Jonathan to take her home and that’s when he stumbled upon me and Billy.

Watching Steve relive it all and hearing the pain in his voice breaks my heart. How could Nance do this to him? I get that she’s going through something, we all are. I’m by no means normal. I’m hiding everything for Pete’s sake! I haven’t been myself for over a year. Steve was just now becoming truly happy again! He was putting on a brave face for Nancy for so long! Now, she crushed it. She crushed him.

I reach and place my hand over his as they rest intertwined on his stomach. “I’m sorry. Truly, I am.”

“I really loved her. At least, I think I did. I don’t know anymore. I thought she loved me too.”

“I did too,” I tell him honestly.

He glances away from the ceiling down to me, “what can I do?”

I wish I knew the answer. I wish there was a way I could take away his pain. Yet, I have nothing. I shrug, “I’m not entirely sure. I think you should at least talk to her.

Tomorrow, of course, when she’s sobered up. Perhaps, she was just drunk and didn’t mean what she said. She wasn’t in the proper mindset.”

“So I shouldn’t take what she said to heart?”

“Well, there’s also the argument that drunk words are sober thoughts.”

“Does the same go for you?” He snickers.

I laugh, “sometimes.”

“So you don’t like the gold in my eyes? I thought it was your favorite part?” He smirks, turning to lay on his side and face me. My hand would’ve fallen off his hadn’t he flipped his over to catch it.

Ugh, he’s such a sneaky jerk! His cheeky smirk only grows with my silence. Warmth rushes to my cheeks as I bashfully hide my face.

“Yeah… about that…” I laugh nervously, “let’s just pretend I didn’t say anything.”

“Should I forget that you also said I smell like sunshine and everything exquisite?” He adds to the torment.

I groan, tossing my head back. This must count as torture. “Preferably, yes,” I request shortly.

We share a laugh at my annoyed reaction. He’s impossible! Even he should be mopping he still manages to tease me!

A comfortable silence fills the air and I stare down at the pillow in my lap as I play with the lettering on it.

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[hiiraya]

i like you (more than i thought i would) (rewrite)

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pairing: robin buckley x reader

words: ~2,101

warnings: mostly fluff and being a gay mess

requested: nope :p

a/n: we've reached 200 of you wonderful people following this blog!! thanks for taking time out of your days to read the mess i post ♡

“If you think I'm believing a single thing you just said to me, you're out of your mind.”

She said, shaking her head at the taller boy as she wiped the counter.

"I'm telling the truth!” He persisted, glancing around the room before leaning closer to her to whisper, "you know, she's gay too."

She only rolled her eyes in response, turning away from him to start sorting the returned vcr's that had come in.

It hadn’t been the first time Steve had tried to play a prank on her, and she was smart enough to know when she was being played with.

"Yeah, okay, dingus."

He huffs when she dismisses him again, throwing an old receipt that was laying around on the counter at her, sticking his tongue out like a child.

"Believe it or not, Buckley, it's true. My sister - my twin sister - is coming to have lunch with me today."

"I guess I'll believe it when I see it."

-

Even though she told him that she didn't believe him earlier that morning that he had a sister (a twin sister to be more exact), Robin had been on the lookout for the other Harrington sibling.

If she even did exist.  

Imagining a more feminine version of Steve, she had to wonder if you two shared the same personality. If you were just as confident and outspoken as your counterpart, or if you were the complete opposite.

She didn't really know what to expect, but when the time finally came and you walked through the door, all expectations Robin had flown out the window.

While Steve's style was more casual with his plain t-shirts, light-washed denim jeans and thin bomber jacket (Robin swore she'd never seen him wear any other jacket) - you on the other hand, were the complete opposite of your brother.

There you were, wearing a black t-shirt with some rock band that Robin had never heard of before, paired with black jeans that were ripped at the knees. The worn leather jacket around your shoulders making you look so out of place, yet the air of confidence you had around you made it feel like you owned the place.

The similarities were there, it wasn't hard to see that you two were clearly siblings, but that didn't stop Robin from glancing back and forth between the two of you.

“You ready for lunch, Steve?” You questioned, pushing the sunglasses currently resting on your nose up to your hair as you walked to the counter where Steve and Robin currently were. ”I’m not waiting all day for you."

Your older brother tutted and shook his head, and Robin could only stand there in shock because no way were you two related.

Absolutely no way.

"I'm still older than you, Y/N/N," He chided you playfully, before turning to face her. "By the way, this is the Robin I was telling you about.”

You turned your gaze to her direction and nodded your head in acknowledgement of Robin’s presence. She said nothing as you rested your forearms on the counter, the action alone making her cheeks heat up because how can one sibling be so smooth and the other so hopeless?

Also, Steve had told you about her?

“First of all, you’re only older by 20 minutes,” You retorted, narrowing your eyes facetiously at your older brother.

"And secondly," You begin, turning your attention back to Robin (who at this point was still standing there with her jaw lax at the interactions between the two of you). "It's nice to meet you."

If you were shocked by Robin suddenly grabbing Steve by the arm and saying yeah, wow, okay, Steve can I talk to you for a second? you didn't show it, allowing your brother to be dragged away to what you assumed was the back room.

"That's your sister?"

Steve had the audacity to look smug, and if it wasn't for her having a mental panic she would've punched him in the arm to get rid of the smirk on his face.

"I told you she was real."

She could only huff in retaliation. He was right. He did tell her that you were real, but he forgot to mention just how much of a character you were.

Besides, wouldn't it be a little weird to be attracted to her co-worker/friend’s younger sister?

"Fine, she is real, but you didn't tell me she was--"

"The complete opposite of me?" The taller boy teased, thoroughly enjoying watching this flustered side of Robin come to light. "Wouldn’t have guessed that bad girls were your type, Robin."

If Robin wasn’t red before, she definitely was now.

"It’s not my fault your sister is hotter and has more game than you do, Harrington.”

-

Robin followed Steve back out to the front, still obviously flustered that Steve had easily called her out on her visible attraction towards you.

Unknowingly to her, the taller boy already had something planned up his sleeves.

“I’m ready to go for lunch, but I just have one question for you, Y/N/N," He says, clapping his hands together as he approached you.

"Are you free on Saturday?”

Robin watches you look up from where you had been sitting, eyebrows furrowing in question.

“Yeah, I guess? I’m going to be in town for a little while. Why?”

Instead of answering your question, Steve nodded before facing her, that annoying, knowing smirk back on his face.

"What about you, Robin?"

“Yeah?"

The two of you could only watch as Steve grinned, the expression on his face only making you more confused while Robin felt the heat in her cheeks rise once again as he made eye contact with her.

"Perfect! Unfortunately, I have a shift on Saturday, but you two have fun on your date.”

“Date?”

“Date?”

She expected you to refuse, after all, who accepts to go on a date with someone you've never met before?

She expected you to roll your eyes and berate your brother, Robin already imagining how you would tell Steve to stop playing around, I came here so we could get food.

Honestly, she expected you to do anything other than say yes.

But when you only shrug your shoulders, and turn to face Robin, you surprise both her and your brother by tilting your head to the side and smiling.

“I've never turned down a date with a pretty girl," You say, with a grin that could rival the sun (but Robin thinks she's a little biased when she thinks that). "What do you say, Robin?”

She looked at Steve (who merely winked at her, and she knows that he's deliberately playing match maker) before back to you.

It didn’t help that you weren’t bad to look at, scratch that, Robin knew she was attracted to you the moment you walked into the store.

One date couldn’t hurt right?

"I guess it's a date.”

-

I'm going to kill Steve.

She doesn't normally wake up with murder on her mind, but the fact that your date was only a few hours away, she couldn't help but blame the nerves on the person who had set up the whole thing.

As much as she wanted to call you throughout the week and cancel the date, very much regretting the fact that she agreed to this date without a second thought, she knew that Steve would talk her ear off about how she ditched his sister and frankly, she’d rather just get the date over and done with if it meant he would shut up.

So when you showed up at her door at exactly 6 o'clock and not a minute late, just like you told her, Robin tried to ignore the nerves that had been present ever since she woke up that morning.

“Hop on.” You told her while holding out a black helmet. You were still wearing that worn leather jacket (what was it about the Harrington's and never owning any other jacket?) that made her speechless the first time she saw you.

“You want me to get on that?”

She watched you glance down at the 1982 Triumph motorbike that you were currently straddling, before looking back at her with a raised brow.

“Yes? Come on, I’m won’t let anything happen to you.” You say, gesturing to the helmet again while you gave her a comforting smile.

You only smiled wider when she took a step further, helping her put the helmet on and securing it on her head. Robin hoped that you couldn't see the way her cheeks had heated up when your fingers brushed against the underside of her chin, but the way you were still watching her with an admiring smile on your features.

“I’m holding you to your word, Harrington.” She mumbled, taking your offered hand to help her get on the seat.

“Just keep your arms around me, and we’ll be there before you know it.” She heard you say while you position her arms around your waist.

She couldn't help but lean into you when you situated her arms around you, the closeness of your bodies making her heart race a little. For someone who looked so intimidating on the outside, the more she was around you the more she could see that it was just a façade.

-

"You cold, Buckley?”

She watches you secure your bike and put the helmets away, all while having a smirk on your face. If she ever doubted you and Steve were siblings before, the smirk definitely said it all.

The sun had gone down by the time you arrived, and it didn’t help that the wind whipping past while you were driving made it feel like Robin had just walked into a freezer.

"Shut up."

You let out a small laugh, but nevertheless you shrug off your jacket. Taking a few steps to stand by her side, draping the heavy fabric over her shoulders.

“There, now you won’t get cold.”

Robin swore she’d blushed more around you in the thirty minutes she'd spent with you than she had in her whole life.

She felt her pinkie brush against yours, and before she could think about whether or not you would think it was too forward of her if she were to hold your hand, you had already laced your fingers with hers, the warm of your palm tethering her to the moment.

“Rides first then food? That way we don’t throw up anything we eat.”

All she could do was nod and let you lead the way.

-

Maybe it was because you were Steve’s sister, or that she barely knew you that Robin doesn't want to admit just how much she doesn't want the day with you to end.

Maybe.

The blush that stained Robin’s cheeks from the moment you helped her put the helmet on refused to go away even after hours had passed since then.

As much as she tried to deny it, she loved being pampered by you during your time together.

The whole night you were there by her side. With you hand in hers, or on her side, or on her arm, you made sure that she knew that you were by her side the whole time.

For all your tough guise you liked to show, you sure weren't afraid of looking like a complete fool trying to win her a big bear in one of those impossible basketball games where the hoop is too small for the ball to fit in.

She liked you.

More than she'd liked to admit.

But she had to remind herself that you weren’t staying for long. That no matter how much fun she had with you, you wouldn’t be in Hawkins forever.

"Are you staying in Hawkins for long, Y/n?”

With her hand still in yours, she tightened her grip just a little while she met your eyes.

If you could hear the reluctance in her voice you didn’t show it, only squeezing her hand back in return.

"I wasn't planning on staying for long," You admit.

“I’ve never really been one to stay in one place for too  long but something's telling me that maybe I should."

She could practically hear Steve already teasing her for being ‘lovesick’ for his sister, but with the way you were looking at her now - with such warmth, like whatever was budding between you two was something that you wanted to last.

"You should."

If the smile you gave her, told her anything, it was that she wanted this to last too.

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Bad Influence, Pt 2 (Steve Harrington X Reader)

Summary: Jonathan, Robin, Steve, and Nancy find out more about what happened at Melvald’s; you have your first shift at the general store.

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

When Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, and Robin head to the Byers’ later that night, Joyce is there, making herself a sandwich and smoking a cigarette in the kitchen.

“Jonathan, sweetie? That you?”

“Yeah, Mom,” Jonathan replies. “Nancy, Steve, and Robin are here, too.”

Joyce appears around the corner, a look of surprise on her face. “Oh! Hey, guys! Sorry, if I had known you were coming I would’ve cooked dinner, or--or gotten take-out, or something. Will is over at Dustin’s tonight so I was expecting it to just be me and Jonathan--” She cuts herself off to take a pull from her cigarette.

“That’s okay, Ms Byers, me and Robin were gonna get pizza later,” Steve says politely. He’s always been good with parents, moms especially, and for whatever reason Joyce seems to like him. 

He assumes that Jonathan has never breathed a word to her about all the shit Steve used to put her son through, otherwise he’d probably be eating all his meals through a straw to this very day.

“Hey, Mom,” Jonathan begins, in a characteristically unsubtle fashion, “we were wondering if we could ask you about something.”

Joyce smiles, somewhat unsurely. “Okay,” she says, with a nervous little laugh, “ask away.”

Jonathan and Nancy share a look before Nancy says, “We were wondering if you knew anything about what happened at Melvald’s earlier today?”

Joyce’s eyebrows draw together, a furrow appearing like magic on a face that Steve privately thought looked too young for all the stress Joyce Byers carries with her. “How do you all know about that?”

“Steve and Robin saw it,” Jonathan says.

“Uh, technically only I saw it,” Steve corrected. “I’m still not quite sure what it was all about, though, we were too far away.”

Joyce nods slowly, her lips pursed thoughtfully. “Well… I’m not sure how much I’m allowed to tell you. Technically, I’m supposed to keep it kind of a secret.”

“We won’t tell anyone,” Nancy says, and Steve can tell she’s trying her absolute best to look innocent and wide-eyed. “We’re very curious, is all. And, honestly, a little worried that something bad is happening again.”

Clever play, Nance. They weren’t worried there was another impending apocalypse -- not really. She’s just trying to appeal to Joyce’s instinct to comfort.

Sure enough, it works; that furrow in Joyce’s brow deepens as her conflicted expression melts into a look of concern. “Oh, honey, no. It’s nothing like that.” She bites her lip, mulling it over for a moment, before she says, “Okay, if I tell you, you all have to promise you’ll keep it quiet, okay?”

They all give various answers in the affirmative.

“Someone -- a teenager, around your age -- tried to steal a carton of cigarettes from Melvald’s. I spotted them right as they slipped it into their pocket and started to walk away. Powell and Callahan happened to be there, stopping by on their way to the station, so they took the kid in.”

“Seriously? They tried to steal cigarettes?” Nancy asks, her nose wrinkling with her distaste. “God, that’s so stupid. I’m glad you caught them.”

Joyce sighs. “I feel a little bad for getting them in trouble. It seems like it’s just a case of a good kid making bad choices. I mean, I remember myself at that age…” She shakes her head, taking another drag from her cigarette. She walks over to the coffee table and flicks ash into the ashtray.

“I mean, you did the right thing though, right? Just because they’re some mixed up kid doesn’t mean they shouldn’t have to learn from their mistakes just like anyone else,” Steve says.

Everyone, save for Joyce, turns to look at him.

“...Why are you all staring at me like that?”

Robin puts a hand on his shoulder. “Probably because that’s the most intelligent thing that’s ever come out of your mouth,” she says, giving his shoulder a little pat.

“Hey!” Steve exclaims, but everyone else is laughing, and he can’t help but smile.

Even though he knows it can’t possibly be true, because he says intelligent stuff all the time.

--

The morning of your first shift at Melvald’s begins with your alarm clock, which you set the night before to go off at five. Unfortunately, it never actually went off; unbeknownst to you, one of the breakers had tripped in the middle of the night, which reset your alarm clock.

You wake up from a blissful sleep and roll over to see the blinking red 12:00 . For a second, you don’t comprehend what you’re looking at, and then when it sinks in, you scramble out of bed so frantically that you go tumbling to the ground, tangled in the sheets, yelling, “SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!”

You get ready faster than you ever have in your life, skipping breakfast and brushing your teeth in the kitchen sink while tugging on your clothes. As soon as you’re ready, you’re flying out the door, grabbing your bike, and peeling down the road that will bring you to Downtown Hawkins. You count your lucky stars that the only drivers out this early are the people driving to work.

When you get to Melvald’s, you chain your bike up at the bike rack and blow through the door like a hurricane, your cheeks bright red with exertion and your blood rushing in your ears. The tinkling of the bell over the door is almost mocking in its gentleness.

The store is almost completely empty except for a single woman in a uniform vest who appears to be pricing items. She looks over at you; you recognise her as Joyce Byers, the woman who caught you stealing the cigarettes.

“Oh! Hey,” she says, sounding surprised to see you.

“I’m so-- so sorry,” you pant, walking forward a bit to lean on the counter. “My… My alarm... didn’t go off, and I--”

She waves a hand. “Don’t worry about it. You’re actually early.”

You pause, your chest heaving, looking at her in disbelief. “Really?”

“Yep. By about…” She looks at a clock behind the counter. “Fifteen minutes, give or take.”

You let your head loll against your back. “So I skipped breakfast for nothing.”

Joyce smiled sympathetically. “‘Fraid so. Sorry. If it makes you feel better, Hop’ll definitely be happy about it.”

And, embarrassingly enough, it does make you feel a little better.

You’d like to say your first day on the job goes pretty well.

You’d like to say that, but if you did, it would be a lie.

It starts with the pricing gun, which miraculously stops working moments after Joyce leaves you to your task. She assures you that it’s just because the damn thing is so old and Gary refuses to replace it because of how expensive they are, which makes you feel a little better, but part of you still feels as though you broke it despite her reassurance.

Then, when Joyce offers you a break to go and grab lunch for the two of you from the diner, you almost lose the money she gives you thanks to a hole in your pocket that you hadn’t even realised was there. Thankfully, you’re able to make it with the cash still in hand, but the incident makes you so nervous that on the way back to the store you almost drop everything multiple times.

When you finally make it back, the store is unusually busy, so you’re forced to stow the paper take-out bags under the counter as Joyce attempts to teach you how to use the register. You frantically memorise as much as you can, and are somehow able to make it through the rush without missing a beat, but by the time it’s over and the two of you are able to take a load off, your lunch is stone cold.

“I’m sorry,” you say to Joyce, staring dejectedly at your cold fries. “I don’t know why I’m having such a shitty day today. I’m trying so hard but it feels like everything is going wrong.”

Joyce shakes her head. “Hey, no. It’s okay. Sometimes, you just have bad luck, no matter how hard you try. It’s not your fault.” She places a hand on your shoulder and squeezes.

You wonder why she’s being so nice to you, but you can’t work up the nerve to ask. Instead, you ask if there’s a microwave you can use to heat up the food.

Toward the end of your shift at around 12:30, Joyce calls you over from where you’ve been organising a window display and says, “Hey, would you mind going into the back and grabbing the boxes that have ‘ballpoint’ and ‘pencil - yellow’ written on them? I need to restock.”

“I’ll do it for you!” You blurt out. You can feel your cheeks flushing.

“Oh,” Joyce says, raising her eyebrows at you. “Okay. Uh, I’ll show you where they go and then that’ll be the last thing you have to do before I let you go for the day. Okay?”

You nod, too flustered to speak. You need Joyce to like you for reasons you aren’t totally sure of, and you hope with every part of you that you aren’t being too obvious.

Joyce walks you through restocking the shelves and then sends you on your way to retrieve the boxes from storage. They’re bigger than you thought they would be considering they’re just boxes of pens and pencils, but you guess it makes sense, since it’s not like the boxes are full of individual pencils and pens. There are three of them, standard sized cardboard boxes; you lift each one and find that you could probably carry two at a time, if you were careful. You stack the two boxes of pencils on top of each other on the ground, squat, and lift them up with a grunt of effort.

Now that you’re holding them, you realise it’s a little hard to see around the boxes. You have to angle your head awkwardly to peer around one side, which leaves you with a pretty big blind spot. You guess you’ll just have to trust that any customers nearby will be smart enough to stay out of the way.

You’ve made it almost all the way to the correct shelf before tragedy strikes again.

You glance down at the ground to make sure that there’s nothing you could trip over or slip on, and as you’re adjusting your grip on the bottom box, you hear a voice coming near you.

“--And stop nagging me! You’re not my mother, Buckley!”

Shortly following this is a shout of, “Steve! Watch where you’re--!”

You look up right in time to slam into someone.

The boxes fly right out of your hands. Boxes of yellow Ticonderoga pencils go flying, scattering across the floor. Some of the boxes even come open and pencils go rolling every which way. You end up flat on your ass in the middle of it all.

For a moment, you stare at the boxes of pencils all over the floor, gobsmacked. Once you’re able to tear your eyes away from the mess, you look up to find Steve Harrington looking down at you with his eyes as wide as dinner plates, but not one strand of hair out of place.

The two of you just stare at each other for a moment. Then, Harrington opens his mouth.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry,” he babbles, dropping to his knees and starting to pick up the stray boxes and escaped pencils. “That was an accident, uh-- shit, I swear I’m not usually this much of a klutz. I’m sorry, please, lemme help--”

“It’s okay,” you sigh, somewhat dejected. You’re probably going to have to stay after your shift ends to finish picking all this up and do what you promised Joyce. You glance at the clock and find your theory is confirmed, to your dismay. “I can handle it. It’s my job.”

“No, really, I…” He pauses after a moment, squinting at you. “Wait. Haven’t I seen you somewhere before?”

He has. The two of you went to school together for, like, your entire lives. That’s not what he means, though; he recognises you from yesterday, when he watched you get patted down and shoved in a cop car after making the dumbest mistake you’ve ever made in your life.

“We went to the same school for twelve years,” you say stiffly. Like hell are you gonna remind him if he actually forgot.

“...Oh,” he replies awkwardly. “Uh. Sorry. But, no, I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere else. Did you used to hang out at the mall? I used to work there. Oh!” He snaps his fingers. “Wait! I got it! You’re the one who got arrested yesterday, right?”

Before you can answer, a girl you vaguely recognise as being a high schooler a couple of years your junior appears at Harrington’s side, grabbing him by the arm and yanking him with surprising strength and an almost enraged expression.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” She hisses at him, before turning to you with a sunny smile. “I’m so sorry about him, he’s chronically stupid. We’re going to go before he says another dumb thing, right , Steve?” She has him by the ear, now, and you have to admit it’s kind of funny; she’s a couple of inches shorter than him, so he has to bend down to keep her from tearing his ear off.

“OW! Yes , Robin, jesus! Let go of me, I’m leaving!”

As you watch them go, you can’t help but feel disappointed. You’d kind of wanted someone to help you pick up the pencils.

--

When Robin and Steve are outside of Melvald’s, Robin finally lets go of Steve’s ear, saying, “Steve, what have we talked about? About thinking before we speak?”

Steve scrubs a hand over his face. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m trying. It’s not as easy as it sounds.”

Robin rolls her eyes. “I know, dummy. I had to learn it, too.” She sticks her hands in her pockets and glances back into the general store through the front window. “So, what was your angle with that whole spiel back there?”

Steve blanches. “What?”

“I mean , you’re not just nice to people for no reason all the time, even if you did something to them. So why were you being such a hardcore nice guy?”

Steve opens his mouth to say something and realises he doesn’t have any clue how to respond. He crosses his arms and shrugs, flustered. “I dunno. Maybe I just felt like it. What’s it to you?”

He starts to walk away, tired of the conversation, and Robin comes trotting after him, still yapping right in his ear. (He pretends to be annoyed, but honestly, his heart feels full to the brim with love for Robin. Before her, nobody has ever chased after him before.)

“Uh, you’re my best friend, dumb-dumb! That’s what it is to me! My nose belongs stuck right in your business!” She catches up to him and runs around to plant herself in his path, grinning broadly. “So, tell me what it is that has you so riled up.”

Steve gapes at her for a moment before shrugging again. “...I don’t know.”

Robin arcs a brow at him. “Seriously? You’re still not gonna tell me?”

“Robin, c’mon, I’m telling you I have no idea ,” Steve insists. He sighs, and lowers his voice. “Look, I just felt this weird… Urge to stay and talk? And picking up the mess that I caused anyway seemed like a good excuse at the time. Until I stuck my foot in my mouth, that is,” he sighs.

Robin gasps. “Steven Janine Harrington--”

“Not my name.”

“--Do you have a CRUSH?”

Steve feels his entire body burst into flames. He looks around frantically, saying, “Will you keep your voice down?”

Robin’s face takes on an expression of pure glee. “So you do! Oh my god, I didn’t think you were capable. So, are you going to pursue anything? Or are you more the brood-from-afar type?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Oh my god, will you shut up? You’re such an embarrassment. This is why I never take you anywhere,” Steve says, walking off in a huff.

Robin chases after him, laughing her ass off. He’s glad at least one of them thinks the situation is funny.

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[skullrock]

the campers, chapter two - Steve x Reader

gif by @harringtown

chapter two: the trainee 

series summary:Steve gets a job as a camp counselor at Camp Know Where, intending on using the summer to discover himself. When things start to go wrong at camp, the only people that can help him are the Party, Hopper, and his mortal enemy - you. [Enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort]

chapter summary: Steve gets in the swing of things quickly, much to your dismay.

warnings: swearing!

word count: 2.7k

a/n: you can catch up on the series here! hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Dustin and Steve are luckily paired into the same cabin, but they have different rooms. Steve’s roommate isn’t in when he goes to drop off his things, but Dustin assures that the man, Nico, is a cool dude.

“Not as cool as you though, Steve,” Dustin says, giving him a firm pat on the back. Steve smiles slightly and nods, appreciating the sentiment. Especially after being blasted by you.

“Are you going to tell me what’s up with you and Y/N?”

“No,” Steve says curtly, shutting and locking his room.

Dustin waits a few moments to see if Steve will fess up, but he doesn’t. Actually, Steve sets his jaw tightly, making Dustin even more curious. “I guess you guys don’t like each other, huh?”

“No,” Steve says again. He runs a hand through his hair. “Well - she doesn’t like me.”

“She knew you as Asshole Steve?”

Steve sighs heavily. “Yeah. She knew me as Asshole Steve.”

Dustin shrugs as they start to make their way to their orientations. “You’ll just have to show her how you changed, that’s all.”

Steve scoffs and shakes his head. “It doesn’t even matter.”

Dustin knows he doesn’t mean that, but he stops prodding for answers.

They continue their walk down from the cabins to the activity center, filled with classrooms, the cafeteria, and research labs. Steve enjoys the area already, happy to see the sun glistening off of the lake and the large hemlocks and oaks. The wind smells like pine and juniper, even in the summer, relaxing Steve’s mind. The woods do scare him now, there’s no denying that. But these aren’t the sinister woods behind his house in Hawkins. These woods are welcoming and cheery, bright and charming. Steve loves the open fields for archery and tag, the courts for basketball and tennis. He decides he’d really like to help out with the intramurals, giving up on the science aspect before even getting the chance to explore it.

Steve’s train of thought is derailed when he hears a sweet voice call out, “Dusty-bun?”

Dustin turns on his heel, a smile spreading widely across his face. He runs to meet her halfway, picking her up and twirling her. The girl laughs happily, and they kiss for a moment before Steve clears his throat. “Is this Suzie?”

“It’s Suzie,” Dustin says, sighly happily. “Suzie, this is Steve.”

She extends her hand and Steve takes it, surprised by how firm her grip is. She’s alright, Steve thinks. She’s got this Mormon vibe going on, but her smile is bright and her personality is welcoming. Steve’s happy to find out that Suzie is an actual person, and while she has no Phoebe Cates in her at all, she’s a perfect match for Dustin.

Steve third wheels as they continue to walk towards the activity center, again being pulled back to his thoughts. His mind falls on what you’d said earlier.

It feels like a rock sits in his gut when he thinks about camp when he was younger. He knows he was an asshole, he can feel it in his bones. He knows he hung out with Tommy H. and some other dickheads, and he has glimpses of memories of tripping, pushing, and pranking. But he really doesn’t remember a lot. He’s not sure if he’s from the concussions or because he willed those thoughts out of his memory - but they aren’t there. Only insignificant ones remain. Like how his bedsheets in his cabin were blue and red plaid; how he would wake up at 7:15 to take a walk before Tommy would wake up; he even remembers the bitter taste of the orange juice hitting his tongue at breakfast. It’s like his mind zeroed in on the insignificant things so that the hurtful memories stay in the back of his mind, sitting like a cobra, waiting to strike.

The trio arrives at the activity center.

“I’ll see you tonight, Steve,” Dustin says. “Don’t worry - you’ll do great.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Steve mumbles, anxiety twisting in his gut. “Nice to meet you, Suzie.”

She smiles brightly and starts off, but Dustin stays behind. “Hotter than Phoebe Cates, right?”

Steve forces a smile and nods, giving him a thumbs up. “You really did it, man.”

Dustin winks and walks away, leaving Steve alone and sweating bullets. He hates being alone - he can’t stand being by himself anymore. Especially now that he knows you’re on the loose here, probably plotting some sick pranks. But he forces himself to move his feet up to the orientation check in.

“Name?” a man with the nametag Josh asks.

“Uh, It’s Steve. Harrington.”

He gets his bundle - a nametag, a hat just like Dustin’s, a few lime green and yellow Camp Know Where shirts (reading LEADER on the back), a drawstring bag, some pens, and a notebook. Steve forces himself to not make a face at the shirt - it’s disgusting and it will certainly ruin his chances with the ladies. He’ll wear it - he’s just not happy about it. And, besides, the first girl he interacted with at camp nearly bit his head off, so maybe he shouldn’t be so worried about his chances. Maybe he should be worried about not fucking up this time.

He takes a seat in one of the large lecture halls, sitting as far away from everyone as possible. Nearly everyone who walks in waves at him and sits close, making Steve clench his fists and bounce his legs. He literally does not remember how to be social - it’s like a second language that he forgot. It pains him that he can’t strike up conversations like he used to, but those around him help.

“Hi, I’m Kara,” a girl his age says, sitting down right next to him. “Who are you?”

Steve blinks. “Oh - I’m Steve.”

She reaches out and shakes his hand, smiling. “You’re new, right?”

“Is it that easy to tell?”

Kara laughs. “Don’t worry, Steve - you’ll get the hang of the flow soon enough.”

Okay, maybe he does have a chance with some ladies.

You come into the room, eyes searching for Steve. You see your buddy Kara talking to him and you curse under your breath. She’s not supposed to be friends with him - she’s probably going to try to bone him in the next week, too, and you don’t want that either. You march up to Josh, the leader of leaders, and pull him down to your level. “You cannot - you will not - pair me with Steve Harrington.”

Josh’s brows furrow and he looks up at Steve, remembering him from earlier. “What, you scared of that dork?”

You groan and roll your eyes. “He was such an asshole to me - we used to go to camp together. He made my summers hell, Josh. I can’t be around him.”

Josh pauses and shrugs. “Okay, no problem, I’ll pair him with someone else.”

You sigh in relief and take a seat at the front, where a panel of veteran counselors sit. You try to be social, but the bile keeps rising from your stomach to your throat. You feel sick. You feel like this summer is going to be an absolute nightmare. And while you’re so far beyond who you used to be - that kid who couldn’t even look people in the eye - you’re scared that his presence will revert you back into that little girl. And it’s the last thing you want.

Josh claps his hands a while later, signalling the start of orientation. Steve shifts in his seat and pulls out his notebook and a pen. He doesn’t know shit about note taking, but he reckons he should try. You grab your notebook too, excited to learn and meet with the new folks.

“Welcome to Camp Know Where!” Josh says.

The room erupts in cheers and Steve can feel his old self creeping back in, the insult of dorks running through his head - as if he isn’t clearly one himself. But he composes himself, clapping lightly along with everyone else.

“Here at Camp Know Where, we want to create a welcoming, safe environment for our kids to explore the world through science, math, engineering, and technology.” Steve writes it down quickly, forming the acronym “SMET”, and giggling to himself.

“It’s our job as counselors to facilitate learning in a fun, positive, and energetic way. Through orientation, you’re going to meet your fellow counselors, learn some things, and find a designation at camp. We work with you! If you think you’d be better at doing science, we’ll help you find your place in the classroom. But if you’d like to work with intramurals, we can place you out in nature. However, we still want to make sure everyone has a good grasp at all activities, so you’ll be cycled through everything we have to offer at Camp Know Where.”

Steve writes down “science - intramurals - whatever - know it all.”

“Today, though, we’ll be doing some icebreakers, and then some brainstorming.”

The room erupts in groans, Steve’s perhaps being the loudest.

“Relax, they’re fun.” Josh beams and holds up a clipboard. “I’m going to split everyone off with a partner now. This will be your partner all through camp. You’ll do something with everyone, but your partner is like your mentor. The newer folks will be paired with someone who’s been here a while to help you get in the swing of things.”

You shift in your seat. Maybe you’ll make a new friend - maybe you’ll get along famously - it was an exciting concept.

Or, it is, until Josh calls out, “Y/N and Steve.”

The shit eating grin on his face is unimaginable. He looks down at you, smiling, eyes shining, as if to say, get over it. If you had a bat, you would have hit him with it. Your stomach sinks, it rolls, it twists. Your palms sweat, your head races, but it stays forward, eyes trained on the podium in front of you.

Steve feels the exact same, except his legs are telling him to get the hell out of there. He knows his protests will fall on deaf ears, and who would accommodate him, anyway? He rests his head in his hands as Josh continues to read off names.

“Alright, get with your partner. We’re going to play two truths and a lie!”

Phenomenal, you think. The worst icebreaker of all time, and it’s with Steve Harrington.

You push yourself up out of your seat and force your legs to move towards him, sitting down next to him but a chair away, keeping a distance. Steve’s okay with it - it actually helps him breathe.

The rest of the room fills with laughs and chatter, but you both stare in silence for a long while. Finally, Steve says, “So -”

“We aren’t friends,” you interrupt. “We aren’t friends now, we weren’t friends then, and in the future, we won’t be friends. Got it?”

Steve swallows hard and nods. Despite the dryness in his throat, he tries to apologize. “Look, I know I wasn’t nice when he were kids -”

You scoff. He continues. “But I swear to God, or whatever, I’ve changed. I’m not like that anymore. I - I don’t even hang out with Tommy. I just hang out with Dustin and this girl called Robin, you don’t know her - she’s pretty cool -”

“Save it,” you say harshly. “We can talk since it’s our job, but I don’t care about your life now, and I know you don’t care about mine.”

No icebreakers are played between you - the only thing played is an intense staring contest, which makes you angry and Steve horrified. Finally, Josh claps again, and then the real orientation begins. Josh hands out papers with scenarios on them, the goal being to brainstorm ways to demonstrate good leadership. Things like, a camper is obviously intoxicated - what do you do? and what’s the best way to improve a camper who isn’t doing well?

“Wait,” Steve says as Josh places the paper down. “Are we sw- switching partners?”

“Nope!” Josh says, popping the ‘p’. “Not yet.”

Steve wants to die.

To your surprise, Steve has some pretty phenomenal ideas for how to be a good leader. He even delves into how he would bond with the campers - he’d play sports with them, facilitate idea generating, become someone they can come to and confide in. He wouldn’t shut down their ideas, but rather help them expand on them. You think that he actually has some really good concepts.

“I just want them to trust me, you know?” he says quietly. “I want them to feel like they have a chance and that they can come to me for anything.”

You furrow your brows. “How’d you get these good ideas?”

“Dustin,” he admits, a bit sheepishly. “And some of his friends, too. They’ve helped me understand how to be better at listening and helping and understanding.”

You nod stiffly, not wanting to become too impressed with him. “Well, you have some solid ideas.”

Steve’s eyes widen and brighten. “You think?”

You shrug. “They’re not bad.”

And just like that, Steve feels like he has a purpose.

The room forms back together to go over their responses, and for the first time in his life, Steve offers his perspective in a public setting without being condescending or rude. The feeling of raising his hand was awkward and unknown, but he kept doing it, in love with the nods of support from the other counselors. Someone said he must have a knack for being a leader, and Steve beamed brighter than he had in months.

You, of course, hated it, but you had no authority to tell him to shut up. To you, it seemed fake and, frankly, out of nowhere. But you couldn’t help to agree with some of his points and ideas. You hated it.

You all break for the day at five. You practically run out of the room, gasping in the fresh air outside quickly. Josh walks past you and slaps your back, turning around to smile at you. “Have fun?”

“I will kill you.”

“Can’t wait!”

You’d lost your appetite after the hours spent with Steve, so you stay outside, sitting on a picnic bench and contemplating. You wonder if Steve is right when he says he’s changed. Past Steve would never say such things, would never even bother to put in an effort. But he was giving more of an effort than most people in that room, and it genuinely shocked you. Maybe Dustin had something to do with it - but that seemed improbable, too. The whole thing was so bizarre that it made your head spin and your knees weak.

You see Dustin heading inside and call out for him, beckoning him over. His brows furrow tightly but he walks over, sitting down across from you. “Why aren’t you eating?”

“What’s Steve’s deal?”

“Look, I hated him too,” Dustin says. “I mean, I really hated him. Like, I wanted to punch him -”

“I get it.”

“Right. But he’s changed. He got sober really fast a few years back and he hasn’t been the same since.” Dustin pauses, choosing his words carefully. “A lot of stuff has happened to him… and I think it’s changed him for the better. He’s been through a lot. He’s just trying to find himself now. That’s why he’s here.”

You sigh heavily. “You think he’s better?”

“I know he’s better.” Dustin smiles. “And that’s why I think you should give him a chance.”

“No way,” you scoff. “He never gave me a chance.”

“Shouldn’t stoop to past Steve’s level.” Dustin’s smile widens. “You’ll hurt your back.”

You roll your eyes. You don’t want this kid to be right, but you know he is.

“Just - give him a chance, please? He really deserves one. He’s my best friend… he deserves a shot.”

You sigh again. “Fine.”

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realizations | steve harrington

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hi love!! could you write a fluffy steve harrington x reader that takes place during season 2? like maybe she stays behind with the kids and steve when the others go to get the mindflayer out of will and seeing steve protect the kids just makes the reader realize she’s in love w/ him. i’ll leave the rest of the plot up to you, don’t feel any pressure to write it if you’re too busy or not inspired! thanks! 🦋💕

hi! could you write steve x fem!reader where she is waiting for him come back from his date and realizes how much she likes him? pls and thank u

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word count: 2.0K

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Nothing felt okay, but it wasn’t like she could change what was happening. The world felt like it was falling apart as she sped through Hawkins in the dead of night with four kids packed into Billy Hargrove’s Camaro with a very unconscious Steve Harrington in the backseat. Pure chaos had ensued a few hours before, but there had been no time for her to process what was happening until this moment. Her eyes flickered to the rearview mirror occasionally, checking on Dustin as he tended to Steve’s battered face as a sinking feeling settled in her stomach.

What was it that she was feeling? She couldn’t decipher her emotions in the moment, couldn’t understand what the nauseousness she felt every time she looked at Steve actually meant. But there was no time for that, so she distracted herself by staring at the road in front of her.

A few groans came from the backseat and Dustin began to whisper something that she couldn’t decipher from the front seat, but she knew that Steve was waking up. She looked to Lucas, who sat in the passenger seat, to seek some kind of ease, but was only met with the same worried expression that she held. As expected, the boy in the backseat began to panic soon after, voice filled with terror as realization hit him.

She couldn’t focus on what was happening in the backseat as Lucas began to shout nonsense directions her way, telling her to turn into a field instead of onto a road. Still, she did what he said, because she was sure he knew more about the situation than she did. There was a collective scream that echoed through the car as she pulled the sharp left, followed by whines of pain as she brought the car to a halting stop.

Soon enough, they were all piling out of the car and grabbing their things from the trunk of the car. She looked over to Steve, seeing the utterly confused and upset look on his face as she put a bandana over her mouth for protection.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” Steve demanded, watching as Mike walked towards the hole that seemed to lead straight to hell. “What are you, deaf? Hello? We are not going down there right now. I made myself clear.”

She looked to Steve once more, noticing each of the kids purposefully ignoring his protests as he grew angrier. There wasn’t much she knew about the situation, but she knew that Steve was only trying to protect them from the demodogs that they had ran into earlier in the day.

“Hey, there’s no chance we’re going into that hole, all right? This ends right now!” he exclaimed once more, only getting a reaction out of Dustin.

“Steve, you’re upset, I get it. But the bottom line is, a party member requires assistance, and it is our duty to provide that assistance.” Dustin explained as Steve narrowed his eyes at the boy. “Now, I know you promised Nance that you would keep us safe. So, keep us safe.”

Begrudgingly, Steve followed them into the hole after pulling a bandana and goggles on. She watched as he dropped into the hole, following close behind him. She nearly tripped as she dropped down, but Steve caught her before she could fall to the vine-covered ground.

“Be careful, alright?” he said to her as he steadied her on her feet, voice muffled by the bandana around his face. “We don’t need you all beat up too, right?”

“Yeah, sorry.” she laughed bitterly, heart fluttering slightly as she could tell he was smiling under all of the protection.

They looked at each other for a fleeting moment, fear and wonder apparent in the air without saying a word. The kids were talking, but she couldn’t hear what they were saying over the sound of her own heartbeat. Sure, Steve had looked at her for longer than a second before, they were best friends for fucks sake. But, there was something hidden in the look that she couldn’t quite understand yet, and she knew she didn’t have the time to comprehend it. Before either of them could say anything to the other, Steve snapped his attention to the kids in front of them who were already navigating through the tunnel.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey, hey. I don’t think so.” he called out, starting towards the front of the group as Mike questioned him. “Any of you little shits die down here, I’m getting the blame. Got it, dipshit? From here on out, I’m leading the way. Come on, let’s go.”

Minutes felt like hours as they trudged through the tunnels, a feeling of dread taking over while watching the kids struggle. The only thing she could seem to think of to distract herself was Steve and how he was leading them to this hub with damn near no fear, like he’d rather himself get hurt than any of the others. After a few minor complications, they reached what they were looking for, the hub. They drenched the area with gasoline, and Steve pulled his lighter from his pocket, flicking the top of it open. His eyes flickered to hers for a moment, full of fear as the flame started in his hands.

“I am in such deep shit.” he scoffed to her, throwing the lighter towards the gas-covered vines.

Steve pushed her and the kids in the other direction, trying to make it to the exit as quickly as possible. The rest of the time in the tunnels went by in an instant, her heart racing at a thousand miles a minute. When they got back to the hole, she nearly fell on top of Steve as she came up, but he caught her again.

“What’d I tell you about being careful?” Steve teased, an exhausted smile on his lips as he pulled his bandana off.

That day came and went slowly, but it was finally over, and that’s all she could ask for. Steve did everything in his power to protect her and the kids that day and she couldn’t get it out of her mind.

Weeks passed and things seemed to be getting back to normal. Her and Steve were back to being just best friends, not partners in fighting other-worldly monsters. They were back to telling each other everything, like the old times. But, something was different. Steve was still coping with losing Nancy during the whole mess, so he was a little more distant than before. She didn’t mind, though. She needed her own time do cope with the fact that life as she knew it had been changed forever. And, she needed her own time to deal with whatever she had felt that night when she saw Steve unconscious in the backseat of the Camaro.

“I think things are finally looking up again.” Steve said confidently to her over the phone one day.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” she asked with genuine curiosity, laughing to herself at Steve’s sudden optimism.

“I got a date for today, with Stacey Adams.” he said matter-of-factly, she could tell he was smiling through the phone, but her heart sunk as he spoke.

“Well that sounds—fun.” she said while cringing, trying to sound happy for him as she spoke. “We’re still having movie night tonight though, right? We always have movie nights on Sunday’s.”

“Of course! I planned it for during the day so I could still come over tonight.” he replied. “But, I gotta go get ready, alright? I’ll see you tonight at 7!”

Before she could respond, the line went dead with a dial tone. She let her hand fall slack, nearly dropping the phone as she did. Putting the phone up, she felt that sinking feeling settle into her stomach once more. The dull ache grew stronger as she moved to lie down on her back and stare at the ceiling.

It wasn’t until she heard Steve say that he was going out with someone else that she realized what she had been so worried about on that night when she saw her unconscious best friend in the backseat. She finally understood that she wanted to be something more than just a best friend to Steve Harrington, she wanted to be his. The sinking feeling in her stomach was heartache and love mixed together, for someone who had never shown any signs of either towards her.

The next five hours were spent by trying to fully comprehend her feelings and how she could tell him—or not tell him—about what was happening. She went back and forth between putting their friendship on the line by confessing everything to him and keeping it all bottled up for the rest of their lives.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a rapid knock on the front door that she recognized immediately, it was Steve. She put on a fake smile as she rushed to the front door, taking deep breaths to compose herself as she opened it. The look on Steve’s face was confusing to her, it wasn’t overly excited or overly upset.

“Hey, how was your date?” she blurted out, almost unable to stop her nosy thoughts as she let him in.

“It was okay.” he shrugged, shuffling into the living room with an unamused expression. “She was boring, all she wanted to do was gossip and I honestly couldn’t care less about any of the shit she was talking about.”

“Sounds like you’re never going to ask her out again, right?” she teased, hope creeping up in her as she spoke.

“Yeah, probably not.” he chuckled, plopping down on the couch. “I just—I don’t know what to expect from girls now, I guess? I have too high of standards, maybe.”

“Your standards are high after dating a girl who dumped you for the guy she told you not to worry about?” she implored, eyes narrowed as Steve rolled his eyes at her.

“No, not because of Nancy.” he sighed, voice wavering as he spoke, as if he was nervous about something.

“Then why do you think they’re so high?” she asked while searching through the TV stand cabinets for a movie, faced away from Steve to save herself from more heartbreak and unable to see him staring at her.

“Because the best person for me has been right in front of me forever, but I didn’t know how to tell her.” he said quickly, making her heart and the movie in her hands drop. “It took me going on a date with Stacey to realize that I’ve been right next to the right girl for me this whole time."

“Steve—“ she started, but couldn’t bring herself to finish as she processed what he had said.

“Yeah?” he said, almost regretting what he had said as she refused to look back at him. “Y’know, actually? Just—Just forget I said that, it was stupid.”

“No, it wasn’t stupid, Steve.” she said softly, finally daring to lock eyes with him; the look on his face was serious but more nervous than she had ever seen.

“You don’t think so?” he asked hopefully, watching as she walked towards the couch carefully.

“As long as you were talking about me, then yes. I don’t think it’s stupid.” she laughed, sitting down next to him. “I think I feel the same. Seeing you with those kids, putting your life on the line them so selflessly and seeing you protect us made me realize what I had been missing out on this whole time.”

“Well, in that case. I can finally do what I’ve been waiting to do all day.” he mumbled, inching his face dangerously close to hers.

There was only a small gap between them as she looked up at him, a smile on his lips as he looked at her lovingly. His lips were soft and the kiss was gentle, nothing like what she expected their first kiss to be like. It was almost calming, how sweet the kiss was. That sinking feeling that had settled in her stomach weeks before was finally all the way gone, she felt like she didn’t have anything to worry about anymore. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, she wasn’t supposed to fall in love with her best friend, but it was okay. Everything felt alright now.

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Daybreak | Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Lab Escapee! Reader?

Summary: Part eleven of this fic. Steve and Dustin turn to previously dismissed forces for help.

Word Count: 3,000 +

Warning(s): Physical violence, some of which could be considered intentional self-harm. Cussing.

Nine sat in the corner of her room, if you could call it that. More accurately, the room she landed in since her welcomed return. Her back was against where two walls connected, like a kid in punishment. Through the narrow window she had the privilege to watch, she stared at the small wad of green that sat on the floor of the opposing room. If she looked hard enough - and she did - she could still read the Hawkins P.E. logo on the pant leg even though the shorts were wadded up. She preferred the view from Steve’s car window.  

The new clothes she wore were actually her size, a white t-shirt and shorts. She missed the sleeves of Steve’s thick sweatshirt. She wanted to pull it’s hood around her face right now.

Instead she scratched at her own skin. Her leg was becoming red, pale streaks of white running in long lines overtop of her thigh from her fingernails. She clawed like she was digging a way out of the lab, but all she achieved were irritated marks dotted faintly with blood. 

-

“Do you guys understand what you’re trying to tell me, here?” Jim Hopper sat comfortably at his desk, chair pushed back enough to allow room for his feet to rest atop of it. 

“Yes”. Dustin sat upright almost studiously, occupying one of the two chairs positioned in front of Hopper. Steve had not taken a seat, and instead stood behind the chair he was offered with his teeth biting at his fingers. It was never his intention to end up in this office. 

“So your ‘friend’ — why would people from Hawkins Lab want to kidnap her? And why the hell have I yet to be given her name?” Hopper hadn’t been filled in on all of the details, as Dustin (the head of the operation) opted to omit the more far-fetched parts. “Oh, uh, sorry. Her name is…” he paused briefly to retrieve the false name he had been given days earlier, as if continuity were important. “Nina. She’s not-” he hesitated again with his lie, figuring out how much was appropriate to fictionalize and questioning why he hadn’t written the story earlier. “She’s not from Hawkins, we don’t know why they took her, but we saw them do it. We know she’s there, we have to go in and get her.”

Hopper pulled his feet from his desk, sign that the boy’s tale had drifted from entertainment and become more irritating. Leaning forward, he put his arms on his desk and offered the two kids a look. “Listen, this story you came in here with, it’s a serious one.” Dustin swallowed like he was in the principal's office about to be given a detention. “We are serious!” he started becoming more panicked, before having been strangely comfortable in the position of talking to the police. “And she-” how much does he tell? “She knows stuff about Will.”

Steve was still standing behind Dustin like he was his father, simply a background character to this conversation. He let out a breath of air as the boy’s story got closer to reality. 

“Will. Will Byers?” Hopper said his name like an accusation. Dustin only nodded. 

“She knows stuff that might help us find him.” He was telling the truth but it only felt to Steve like he was digging them deeper. With the look Hopper was giving them, it felt like he was going to throw them in jail, too. How could they help Nine if all three of them were locked up? They needed Hopper’s muscle, Dustin had told him, and he had just taken backseat to the thirteen year old’s plans. 

“Okay, so what are you advising we do? This girl, Nina, did you say?” he asked but didn’t want reassurance. The fake name sounded sour to Steve, almost offensive, and he was glad he wasn’t the one who had to say it. “She was taken by Hawkin’s Lab. Do you have any idea how secure that place is? We won’t be able to get a warrant. Especially since this girl isn’t from here, doesn’t have a last name, and doesn’t seem entirely real.” Dustin cursed himself for not having written Nine a last name to offer Hopper, but couldn’t decide on one with his eyes eating at him from across the desk. Steve questioned for half of a moment if she was real himself. 

“Why would we make her up? We have no reason to want inside the lab if she weren’t there.”

“Do you know what perjury is?”

“We aren’t lying!” One of Dustin’s arms was thrown up in exasperation, and he almost regretted being so bold with a sheriff. 

“We’re telling the truth, I swear,” Steve chimed in finally. Hopper looked at him like he had forgotten he was there at all. 

The silence in the air reminded Steve of his empty home. 

“Okay, you know what? I’ll take a look at them tomorrow. I’ll knock on their front door - only because of the gravity of the accusations you brought here today. If there’s not much I can do beyond that, I apologize in advance”. There was sarcasm in Hopper’s tone but truth in his promise. Dustin was still exhilarated despite the attitude, and turned around to look to Steve who exhaled deeply. 

-

Steve thought he had grown used to nights alone at his house. With his parents so often gone, he adapted to a life lived half-alone. Nine hadn’t even been with him that long, but her absence tinted the room blue and left the air feeling weighted, like it cost something to breathe. He glanced over the blanket still on his floor from the bed he had made for himself there, then looked to his real bed where the covers were still thrown back on either side from this morning. Neither seemed like an appropriate place to sleep. 

Regardless, he made himself climb on top of his mattress anyway because he wanted to be asleep. The invitation to stop fucking thinking: while it was something he desired to accept, it was also something he felt he didn’t deserve to. He laid on top of the covers, as if it would be less wrong than the alternative. The dialogue running through his head returned, but he couldn’t claim it had ever quieted. Bet Nine isn’t sleeping right now. Bet she won’t sleep at all tonight. Steve could have sworn he heard the words out loud.

It took him well over an hour to fall asleep. His body seemed to prefer staring at the lamp he was used to leaving on for Nine. It was still lit up as if she were there, perhaps acting as a beacon telling her it was safe to return. 

Nine’s bed felt familiar in the worst way. She pulled the frail sheet closer to her exposed skin, but still felt bare. The room was dark, and although small, the threats built up in her mind occupied the entire space. She had forgotten about the scratchings across her legs until they started to flare with heat again, calling her to resume where she had left off. She curled her fingers into the sheets to resist.

-

“No, nope. That is not how this works, you two are not police. I am going alone and I will report back to you,” Hopper spoke with rightful authority as he walked swiftly to his car. The kids had ambushed him the second he left the doors swinging behind him as he exited the station. They had been waiting outside for him, but would have easily hid in his backseat had his car been left unlocked. 

“Hopper, we have to go,” Dustin spoke from behind him.

“This isn’t a ride along, okay?” He was digging in his pockets for his keys now, hoping that if he just got his car door open they would give up. 

“Can we just… sit in the car?” Steve joined the negotiation, trying to find a compromise before Dustin completely ran Hopper away. The sheriff turned around to face them, finally finding his keys. 

“You two are insufferable”. Hopper’s voice was forceful, the tone you’d expect from somebody in uniform.

Dustin only smiled.

“Fine. You don’t leave the car.” He pointed a finger solely at Dustin, although his command applied to the both of them.

Steve matched Dustin’s elated expression. 

-

Hopper hadn’t expected much from the visit, let alone actually getting inside the building. Everything looked so… clean. It was like a doctor’s office, the kind you only go to for really serious stuff. The kind of place you are told bad news. The man who had let him inside walked with long strides down the corridor, and just as he was about to follow, another man took his place. 

Back out front, Hopper’s car had been abandoned. Steve and Dustin stayed close to the ground as they made their way to the front of the building they had watched him disappear into. The tall white vans in the parking lot made Steve recoil. He almost wanted to check the back of each one, as if they’d leave her in there like a dog deserted in a hot car with a cracked window. 

“How exactly are we planning on getting in?” He mumbled to Dustin to shake the thought. 

“What are you talking about, dude?” The kid responded. He was much better at sneaking, although being half of Steve’s size did help. 

“Getting in the building. How are we going to do it, mastermind?” 

“The door isn’t locked, just the gate. Have you not been watching? We already did get in.” 

They approached the entrance and Steve stood up straight. “Oh. That’s- yeah.” Dustin reached for the handle and pulled it open, shooting Steve a look full of pride (and condescension). 

Upon entrance, the first thing Steve noticed were the floors. The shiny white surface gave off a false professionalism, and it made him uncomfortable. He wondered how easily it scuffed when someone was being dragged kicking down the hallway. 

He almost had time to test out his hypothesis, pulling his foot back to slide it across the floor forcefully. He didn’t know why he was doing it. Just as he kicked though, an alarm blared, as if it was in response to his action. Dustin jerked his head back to Steve, having been looking around at the blank walls and questioning just how easy things have been for them up until this point. “Shit,” he choked. Not even considering turning around to make an exit, the two took off down the hallway and the floor squeaked

-

“Well, I can’t say I’ve seen any little girl around here, Sheriff.”

“Not little, teenager. High-school kid, maybe seventeen or eighteen.” Hopper wanted to get the details right, if only because of the ill impression the man had left on him. He was already referring to him as ‘lab coat’ in his head. 

The man smiled with his lips pressed together, like he had to give disappointing news but didn’t care who he was upsetting. “No older girl either, sorry”. False condolences.

Hopper thought over the conversation he had with Steve and Dustin in his office (well, mostly just Dustin), scanning for details he could use to ask more questions. He couldn��t tell if the feeling in his gut was because he had forgotten something or because something about the place was just off. An alarm made the room glow red, telling him his time to decide was up. Lab coat looked almost as confused as he imagined he did. Hop could have sworn he heard him mutter the fuck? 

-

The word shit fell in quick mutterings repeatedly from Dustin’s mouth. Deciding that he had been at the mercy of a thirteen year old for too long, Steve took up the lead. He turned a corner, extending his arm backwards to grab a hold of Dustin’s and make sure he followed. He dropped it when he faced a new door, throwing it open with his shoulder and finding himself in a staircase. The red light still lit the descent in flashes. 

“Where the fuck are we going? What’s the plan?” Dustin’s words caught up to Steve faster than he did. “Have we ever had a plan? I don’t know!” Steve still spoke in a tone that dwindled on hushed, as if the alarm hadn’t already alerted the building staff of their presence. Another door thrown open led them into another hallway, this one equally as bleached as the floor above. Steve noticed that he had been scanning the tiny windows of each door they passed, wishing a familiar face to appear and turn their hurried break-in into a breakout. Dustin was still cursing behind him. 

-

Nine drew all of her focus onto the small pillow laying on the bed that she refused to sit upon. She began to question if she had somehow forgotten how to use her powers. The back of her hand swiped across her nose, and while she swore she could have felt a wetness on her skin, it came back dry. 

The alarms scared her when they went off, and for a moment she felt as if she had done something wrong. She threw her hands over her ears to soften the blow of the loud blaring. Had she been able to move the pillow, she would have wrapped it around her head. Having instinctively clamped her eyes shut when the sound had started, she gave herself twenty seconds to stay like that. She got up on second twenty-one, and stood peering through the window in any search for the action that had induced the alarm. Her hands stayed over her ears.

-

Steve turned another corner. He was certainly out of breath by now, but the flashing lights had since been accompanied by shouting and the shuffling of more than two pairs of feet. Three men seemed to appear out of nowhere, but logic suggested they had filed out from a room the duo passed. Dustin had stopped questioning where they were going, speeding up and coming close to being side-by-side with Steve as the men tailed them. They had the upper hand, a good twenty or so feet ahead, but they did not know where they were headed, only wishfully hoping that they may stumble over Nine sitting perfectly through one of the doors they hushed in. 

Feet skidded to a halt as they reached the end of another hall, this one without a door to continue through. Shoes dragging sharply against the floor, scuffs of black painted themselves upon the surface just as Steve had hypothesized. He failed to notice. 

“Shit, shit, fuck!” Dustin exclaimed again. “What now?”

Steve looked around for an answer to give, eyes scanning the windows again. Just two doors away from him, a figure caught his eye; color amongst the smothering white. Passed by only a few feet, Nine stood watching from her window, hands still covering her ears until her eyes found Steve’s. They left her face to form fists and bang on the door, as if to get him to notice her. That alleviation Steve had been chasing after finally dosed him, and he almost fell forwards backtracking towards Nine. She was mouthing words to him, but the sound-proof room consumed her speech. It was erratic, but if he had really been trying to decipher her words, he’d land on his own name, broken up by different variations of pleads for help. 

He had willingly stepped closer to the impending men, getting both of his hands on the large handle to Nine’s door and tugging wildly. It did not give way though, and his hair flopped down before his eyes as he kept pulling, arms straining. Dustin hadn’t moved. “Steve!” he yelled, shouting warnings destined to be ignored. 

The ounce of relief was swallowed whole by gallons of fear. One of the three men took a hold of Steve, the second going after Dustin and the third joining in to assist the first. Nine’s pounding only sped up, startlingly loud to her inside her room but silent otherwise. Steve had begun kicking, perhaps instinct or perhaps learned from Nine’s capture. It didn’t work anymore for him than it had for her, and man number three threw a punch at Steve’s face to discourage the struggle. 

Nine was rattling inside her cage relentlessly, screaming to no one but herself. The punch temporarily shocked Steve, but he had kept resisting. This mistake earned him another, and blood started to seep from his mouth. Held by man two, Dustin pulled forward to no avail. His captor was nicer, simply keeping his grip and refraining him with ease. 

“Fucking stop!” bounced off the glass in front of Nine, landing right back in her mouth. Steve, almost limp now, was being dragged down the hall, and Nine pushed herself against the window to follow with her eyes. The shaking of the room grew, now something more than human rage at play. The men hadn’t managed to rid the hallway of the two they caught before every door blew open, viciously enough to leave holes where the handles met the wall behind them. They stopped now, and one of Steve’s arms was dropped from its constraint. He winced, partially conscious to the sound of the detonation. Dustin just stared in awe, not even attempting to step from the man’s grasp. 

Nine emerged, the door of her room cracked down the middle as it laid against the wall, unhinged completely. She was bleeding too, from more than just her nose. Streaks of red ran along the side of her face descending from her ears. Her mouth tasted like copper but she ignored it, the sensation barely registering to her in the first place. Knees wobbling, she lifted an arm and the three figures at the opposite end of the hall dropped their hold on the two in front of them. They were thrown backwards, hitting the wall just as forcefully as the doors had. Steve slumped to the ground, no longer held up by two, but caught himself with weak wrists. Dustin had fallen forward yet recovered quickly, standing to turn towards what had happened behind him. He snapped his vision back to Nine, who struggled to keep her eyes from rolling backwards to be lost in her skull. She didn’t know what happened first: her body hitting the ground or her eyes closing.

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12 w billy plssss xx

‘She’s hiding behind the sofa.’

WARNING: Complete and utter angst from start to finish, very toxic relationship 

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“Billy please! Stop. Calm down and let’s talk about this-“

“This is your fault, Y/N!” Billy’s face was red, his eyes wide, crazy, filled with chaos as they glared at you with disgust. His hair was laid in disarray on the top of his head, more stubble than usual covered his jowl while the thick stench of stale whiskey and cigarettes poisoned his breath. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you? I knew there was something going on between the two of you! I always knew. You’re nothing but a worthless slut.” He seethed, his words evil and you hated yourself as soon as your hand connected with his cheek.

His face jolted to the side, a pink stain remaining when you pulled away, while your hands came up to cover your mouth. Complete and utter shock paralysed your body from what you had done.

His teeth gritted together, his head still turned away from you, as though it was taking all he could muster to not retaliate; to not hit you back.

“Billy, I’m so sorry.” Your eyes were brimming with tears as you brought your hand out to touch him, but he flinched back from your touch, as though you were hot acid burning his skin. Turning back to you, his eyes were no longer wild with fury but instead held nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Your stomach clenched and your heart sank further into your ribcage in need of protection when he rejected your touch. But what did you expect? You had just done to him what he had spent his whole life growing up with. You had just done to him what he would always escape to your side to hide away from.

“Billy, please. Talk to me.” You pleaded, hating the silence he was suffocating you in, his empty gaze still staring at you. “I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry, Billy.”

“Where’s Jessica?” He finally spoke up, except his voice was low, threatening, a warning tone spiked through it.

“She’s… she’s hiding behind the sofa.” You struggled to let out, your head hung to the floor in utter shame and guilt.

But Billy took no notice of the self-pity you were surrounding yourself with. Turning on his heel, he left the kitchen and made his way into the living room where sure enough he found the little girl hiding.

She was curled up, her knees brought to her chin, her hands covering her ears while her head was ducked and eyes were hidden.

Kneeling down in front of her, Billy tugged at the three-year-old’s arms before she lifted her head, her large gorgeous blue eyes blinking at him through tears. He said nothing, only lifting her up, her arms coming to wrap around his neck, begging for comfort, while he climbed back to his feet and started to walk towards the door.

Watching him from the kitchen, your eyes grew wide as you realised what he was doing, and your heart hammered in disbelief.

“You’re not taking her!” You ran after them. You couldn’t believe what was happening; you struggled to figure out if Billy truly believed that you would just let him walk out of your house with your daughter and put her in his car in which he would climb behind the wheel, drunk. “Billy! You’re not fucking taking her!” You screamed at him, but he didn’t so much as glance at you as he hurriedly struggled to strap your daughter into her car seat.

“Billy!” You ran over to him, tugging at his arm to try and pull him away from Jessica. Fear filled your daughter’s features as she watched her mother fight with her father.

Billy’s vision was blurry from the amount of alcohol pumping through his veins as he still struggled to figure out how to buckle in his daughter and you scrabbling for his arm was nothing but a nuisance. So, Billy shoved you backwards, not hard to push you over but hard to push you away. But you weren’t going to just give up.

Billy slammed Jessica’s car door closed, giving up on buckling her in – making your eyes grow wide at the carelessness of it all – before locking her in.

“Billy you’re not fucking taking my daughter away from me!” You yelled, and you were at your daughter’s door, tugging at the handle in pathetic desperation to try and get it open. But the keys were in Billy’s pocket and he had no plan on giving them to you. “Billy give me back-“

“Do you really think I’m going to let her stay with you?!” He roared all of a sudden and the malice infected the air. Taking a stumbling step towards you, he laughed sadistically, the vile sound covering your daughter’s cries. “Do you think I’d let my daughter stay with an abusive parent?”

“Well, I’m not going to let her leave with a drunk!” You shrieked, hysterical. Your whole chest was now erupting in fear and heartache, and you tried so hard not to flinch when he labelled you ‘abusive’. But God did that hurt.

You didn’t mean to hit him. You had just been so upset and angry and disappointed and overwhelmed and shocked all at once. It was no excuse. You had never done something like that before and you swore you’d never do it again.

But Billy’s cheeks puffed out and his eyes widened again when you called him a drunk. So he spat at your feet, absolute disgust and hatred slicing the air between you.

You couldn’t believe this was the same Billy you had fallen in love with. You had been warned that this was what would happen, that Billy wouldn’t ever change, not for anyone. He grew up in an abusive household so that was all he knew. It only made sense to others that his own in the future would be the exact same. But you shook the words off, because you were in love. And yet little did you know that they would be right.

The pair of you now stared at each other, heavy anger-filled breaths leaving one another while the heart-wrenching cries of Jessica still played as background noise. The pair of you were a contradiction. Your face was completely pleading, your eyes begging Billy for some mercy while his own expression was still infested with loathing and belligerence, completely stone-cold..

It was twisted now, how the only thing the two of you shared was that each of your cheeks were tainted in cruel ways; his by the hurt of your hand and yours by the staining of your tears.

“Billy, please, please don’t do this.” You croaked out, your hands now coming together in plea showing just how desperate you were for him to do as you said. “You’re drunk, Billy. Please, let me just get Jessica out of the car. I know you wouldn’t want to put your little girl in danger, so please, just let me take her out.”

Billy’s eyes fell hooded, your words ringing on repeat in his head as he stayed quiet. And yet, even in his drunken state, no matter how much he despised you, he knew you were right. He would never forgive himself if he hurt his daughter as a result of his drinking.

As much as he detested you, as much as he didn’t want to give in, as much as he wanted to take his daughter, he couldn’t; not right now at least, not today. So, digging his hand into his pocket, Billy pulled out his car keys and unlocked the car.

And you were pulling the door as soon as it was open. Grabbing your baby girl out of the car, you hugged her to your chest. Her little head was pressed to your shoulder, her arms wrapped around your neck in a similar way to when Billy carried her, as you pressed kiss after kiss against her head.

“It’s ok, sweetheart. Mummy’s got you. You’re ok, you’re ok.” You whispered, calming down her cries. But when you glanced up to give Billy a grateful look, he had already clambered into the driver’s side of his car, started the engine and was pulling out of the driveway before you could do anything to stop him.

And as he drove away, the fresh image from earlier on today upon which had started this entire thing, upon which Billy had been the one to drunkenly walk in on polluted his mind and blinded his vision; the image of you and Steve Harrington kissing against his kitchen table.

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A/N: I’m so sorry about how angsty this is but I was thinking the other day about Billy and about how everyone writes about how he changes and is in a caring relationship with the reader. Then it got me thinking that that’s not always realistic and that in my opinion – although he’s capable of changing – part of me could really see him remaining the same aggressive and angry person he always was and that could infiltrate into his relationships even more. Like he’s already so violent and angry all the time, only ever being charming or nice in order to manipulate someone into doing something for him/with him, and although we all hope that he would change and that he’s capable of that change, that’s not always what happens in realistic circumstances. And so this happened.

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[shedoesthings]

I Need To Know - Part Two

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Part One 

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Billy was… interesting. Not that I was going to let him know that. He expected that. He didn’t actually present himself as the type of guy who wanted to get to know you for your personality. Yet his self-assured nature was something I always admired, its why my and Steve became such good friends. But there seemed to be an instant difference between Steve and Billy. Steve was self-assured in the sense of confidence, he used it to get to know people, a real social creature. Billy seemed to use it purely for self-gain, and by the sound of others I wasn’t exactly wrong.

“Did you hear he went home with Heather last night?”

“When did he even start at Hawkins?”

“Like two days ago, he just showed up in his Camaro like he owned the place”

“He’s been talking to Erica a lot tonight, she’s sure she’s in there”

“Lucky girl… I mean have you seen his ass?”

Its lovely to know girls can be just as bad as guys in this department. People are just pieces of meat to other people and if that doesn’t make me want another drink I don’t know what does.

I wandered over to the island in the middle of the kitchen which was covered in red solo cups, one of these had to have a drink in them.

“Looking for one of these?” I turned around to see Jonathan holding two cups filled with beer and a relieved smile on his face.

“You always know the right thing to say” I smile back, taking the cup he was offering me and taking a long sip. “When did you get here?”

“About five minutes ago, knew I’d find you hunting down a beer” he laughed. “And… I thought you’d stopped that habit?” he says with judgemental but joking eyes, staring at the almost finished cigarette in my hands.

“Oh, yeah… I kinda just stole it of some guy… I needed one anyway after his conversation”

“Who did you take it off” Jonathan laughed nervously.

“Some d-bag, Billy I think”

“The new guy? Someone’s got some balls. I heard he was gunning for Steve in gym today. Something about trying to take his crown?”

“God not another one. Why are people so obsessed with popularity in high school? It’s over next year, no one will give a shit if your prom king them”

“That’s high school though. Thought someone as smart as you would realise that” he jokes. I give him dagger eyes before breaking and laughing back.

“Okay Byers, shots…”

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An hour later and I am no where near as drunk as I would like to be. Byers could only do one shot since he needed to drive home later and there was something too sad about doing shots by my self which didn’t seem appealing. Me and Jonathan sit together making the most of it though, laughing at the others as they do things they’ll probably regret in the morning, and as for the guy wearing a toga, we’re taking bets on how many times he’ll throw up tonight. We’re already up to 5.

We laugh as his face turns green again and we know number 6 is on its way when I see Steve rush down the stairs and head straight for the door.

“Hang on” I say to Jonathan as I get up and quickly pull open the door before it can slam, following Steve outside.

“Steve” I shout, but he doesn’t seem to hear me. “Harrington!” I shout louder and he stops in his tracks, turning to face me. As I get closer I can see the tears forming in his eyes. “What happened?”

“Nothing” he say, trying to put on a brave face, blinking rapidly to make the tears disappear from his eyes.

“Steve its me, who do you think your fooling?”

“Can you just not, Y/N?”

“What?”

“Can I just have time to process something without you being involved constantly?” there it is. The real kick in the teeth. I was already feeling a wedge between our friendship, now it was just being smashed further into place by Steve himself. But instead of feeling sad, I just started to feel angry.

“Me? Being constantly involved? For your information Harrington, this is the longest conversation we’ve had in what feels like weeks. Every time I try and talk to you something comes up or something better comes along. You convinced me to come tonight yet this is the first I’ve seen of you since we got here, so go on, tell me how I’m constantly involved in anything cause I don’t have a fucking clue what’s going on with you right now but your not the person I know.”

He stands there for a second, looking down at his shoes intensely. He takes a second to breath and the waiting makes me want to march away but deep down I know he’s my best friend, and he’s in there somewhere.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” he sighs. “I just need to drive for a little while.” He says walking towards his car and opening the drivers door. “I know I’m your ride home, I’ll be back soon to come get you” slamming the door behind him he starts the engine.

“Whatever” I sigh, turning on my heels and walking back towards the party.

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It’s been an hour of sitting on my own now and with my fourth beer in hand my blood has began to simmer down and instead is replaced with a more warming, fuzzy sensation. I know if Steve comes back we will need to talk but currently he is the last person I wanted to speak to. I thought I would be able to talk to Jonathan when I went back inside, but during the whole commotion with Steve, he apparently found Nancy about to pass out upstairs and took her home.

Instead I was just stuck here, in a house with people I didn’t really care about, not wanting to speak to a single soul. What a great night this turned out to be.

I decide to wander outside. The party was getting a lot quieter now, only a few people scattered around the grass finishing their drinks, a couple of others pressed up against the wall too involved in each other’s tongues to notice me stealing a cigarette from the pack which had been left on the table. I stand by an empty space of wall and light it.

“Why do I always find you stealing my cigarettes?” Says a voice. I look around the corner to see Billy standing there with his own cigarette in hand.

“Well, if you didn’t leave them lying around they wouldn’t be stolen, would they?”

“I don’t remember leaving my other one lying around earlier” he smirks, referring to me literally stealing it from his lips earlier in the night.

“That was just what we call karma”

“I didn’t do anything bad to you… yet” he smirks again, clearly having had a few more drinks since the last time I saw him since his words are slightly slurred, but still with the same level of confidence. I decide to ignore the last part of his comment. He’s clearly looking to get a rise out of me, even in my slightly drunken state its obvious to see.

“I’m sure you’ve done some pretty shitty things in your life, doesn’t have to be directed at me”

“You haven’t told me your name yet by the way”

“Told you, you don’t need it”

“Well you see, I think I do, cause I think we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other”

“That’s where your ridiculous confidence faults you. You really think that once Steve gets back to take me home I ever plan on speaking to you again? Your just here to pass the time”

“Your waiting for ‘King Steve?’” he mocks, blowing smoke out of his nose, almost making him snort. “What you fucking him?” I simply roll my eyes at him. His determination to get to me is flawless, I’ll give him that, but he doesn’t know me, and I plan on never letting him. “Didn’t think he’d be your type” he smirks.

“Shouldn’t you be off fucking Heather or something?”

“Oh so someone’s done their research.” He waits for a response, but he doesn’t wait long when he realises I’m almost done talking to him. “She’s old news. I have bigger and better plans while I’m in Hawkins”

“Fascinating” I reply sarcastically before throwing my cigarette out on the ground and putting it out with my foot. Enough was enough, and I’d definitely had enough of him for the night, maybe a life time. I walk away without another word, surprisingly he has no reply.

As I walk back into the living room I’m met with the depressing sight of toga man throwing up once again, this time in a vase on the windowsill. God someone should take him home. I’m just about to sit down when the front door opens and Steve walks in, frantically looking around before he notices me. He gives out a sigh of relief but I just stare at him coldly.

“I’m sorry” he says when he gets closer to me. I just continue to stare at him. “Ready to go home Y/N?” I decide not to give him the privilege of words just yet so I just nod my head. I know I would rather deal with the car ride home with Steve then stay here any longer and talk to Billy, so I walk with him to the door.

“I knew I’d get your name, Y/N” shouts a voice. I turn quickly to see Billy, leaning against the door to the garden, the rest of his cigarette hanging out his smug mouth.

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hot – b.hargrove

[warnings: a tiny bit of angst if you squint]

summary: in which y/n is the girl version of billy and feels herself falling for him - inspired by hot by dodgr

word count: 1,767

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When Billy pulled up to the school on his first day, he wasn't expecting to see a car as cool as his in the parking lot. But right next to where he parked was your 1983 Buick Grand National and it was beautiful. When you got out the car and walked right past him, that definitely grabbed his attention. You were beautiful, and after a whole week at school he determined that you were the most beautiful girl there. But that wasn't what caught his attention; you walked right past him, like he didn't even exist.

As soon at Billy came to the school, he made a reputation for himself. He was the hot playboy with the nice car, nice abs, nice hair, and could get any girl he wanted. But little did he know, you were the hot playgirl with the nice car, nice body, good grades, and could get any boy you wanted. He thought you were just the pretty girl with the nice car until he started hearing people compare you two.

"Y/N's just like you Billy, except... she hangs out with losers," Carol snickered.

Billy watched as you walked the halls with Steve, his arm around you. You could also be seen with Jonathan and Nancy on occasion but you and Steve were better friends.

"They're dating or something?" Billy questioned.

Tommy shook his head "no," and explained how Steve was the old King, but you were the Queen. "She really knows how to pull on a guy's heartstrings, like someone we know,” He chuckled, referencing Billy.

Billy nodded and focused on you and the confidence you projected. You knew you were pretty and all the other compliments that people gave you. But growing up, your parents instilled you with confidence. Your older siblings, Michael and Mary, were the exact same way. The Y/L/N family was known for being insanely attractive, humble, smart, and overall good people.

One day while getting in your car, you were stopped by "King Billy," as you overheard people calling him now.

"Y/N, right?" He spoke up.

"Right," You nodded hesitantly, and raised an eyebrow. "And you're 'King Billy?'"

Truth is, you've obviously heard of Billy, but you were giving him a chance to actually introduce himself and make a good impression. You thought he was cute and you've heard your friends talk about how you might've met your match.

"Well, you can just call me Billy, your highness," He playfully teased, making you chuckle in amusement.

"Well, what can I do for you Billy?" You asked, leaning against your car.

"Allow me to take the Queen of Hawkins out on a date," He suggested and you could tell he was nervous. You could tell that you intimidated him despite him trying to hide it.

"And why would I let heartbreaker Billy Hargrove take me out on a date?" You questioned.

"Simply put? I think you're pretty and smart and confident-"

"I know. You want a date with me? Work your ass off," You told him sharply and got in your car. You winked and waved at him as you sped off to your house.

Since then, Billy's been pulling out all the stops. At first it was just walking you into school and to your car at the end of the day. Then it was sitting with you during lunch and forcing himself to tolerate Steve, in front of you at least. Soon he was forcing his sister, Max, to sit in the back seat when he brought you to school and home.

"You know, you don't have to make your sister-"

"Step-sister," He quickly corrected you, warranting an eye roll from Max.

"She doesn't have to sit in the back," You continued.

"It's okay, Y/N. If I could sit on the roof, I would. Anything to be away from that nimrod," She scoffed and looked out the window.

You laughed and nodded, making Billy roll his eyes but also blush in embarrassment. Max almost immediately took a liking to you; she thought you were badass and she'd tell you that everyday if she could.

"Don't be a turd, Maxine."

"Be nice, Billiam," You teased which made Max laugh. You leaned back and fist bumped her which only got Billy more irritated.

"Well since you two are just the best of friends, why don't you just take her to and from school everyday," Billy sarcastically suggested.

"I would but you pick me up everyday," You shrugged, making Billy roll his eyes yet again before going completely silent.

When you got to school, Billy huffed and stormed out the car. You wished Max a good day at school before chasing after Billy, something you very rarely did.

"Billy!" You called but he kept walking. "Billy, babe, relax."

He quickly stopped and turned to face you. "Oh, am I your babe now?" He raised an eyebrow and had a big smile on his face.

"...Barely..." You shook your head after realizing what you had called him. You walked away from him, immediately planning to have Steve take you home later.

"I don't know, Steve. You know I'm not the relationship type. It's just eh... childish," You tried to explain. You sat on the couch at your house in front of the tv, watching reruns of The Jeffersons.

"You think that settling down is childish..?" Steve questioned, making you feel stupid.

"Shut up, Harrington," You huffed. "It's just rainbows, butterflies, fairytales, barf."

"I think you and Billy in a relationship with each other would be anything but what you're describing. Well... maybe it would be a lot of barf-"

"Alright Harrington, we're done here," You scoffed.

That night you sat in bed thinking about your feelings for Billy. You were never the type to think about guys too much, let alone even think about settling down with one. But Billy... Billy was different. He made it very clear that he's serious about you, even offered to meet your parents if it would make you give him a chance. And he made you laugh, the other guys in town, besides Steve and Jonathan, were boring. There was no substance to them and they were all the same. But just the thought of you settling down made you miserable. You already felt trapped and was ready to break up with someone you weren't even with.

The next morning you felt worse, drained. But if you were going to get over this feeling, you needed to get over what little feelings you had for Billy. You woke up 15 minutes earlier than normal just to leave the house before he would even come and pick you up. This was your first time in almost a month that you had driven your car to school and you missed Max, and as much as you hate to admit it, you missed Billy as well. But right now you had to practice a little thing called: self-discipline.

You were walking to your car at the end of the day when you spotted Billy and Max leaning on your car.

"Y/N, you are absolutely selfish!" Max started, making your eyes widen.

"Um..." You chuckled in confusion and scratched the back of your neck.

"You left me with this doofus all by myself this morning. Absolutely ridiculous; I thought we were friends!" She huffed before going to Billy's car and getting in the front seat.

"You told her to say all that?" You asked Billy and raised an eyebrow.

"No, she actually likes you, even though you made her step-brother drive 15 minutes to your house despite you not even being home. Thanks for that, by the way. How did you know I like my time wasted?" Billy spoke to you, attitude and frustration evident.

"You're wasting your time with me, Billy," You told him and unlocked your car door, ready to get in.

"You think I don't know that you're literally the girl version of me? You don't think I'm not out of my comfort zone? This whole thing makes me uncomfortable, Y/N. But I actually like you and I was actually trying. If I have it in me, you have it in you," He scolded you and you instantly felt bad. You weren’t used to people making you feel ashasmed, especially guys. So this, this hit home.

"Billy-"

"No, I'm done wasting my time. See you around, Queen," He taunted and got in his car. You stood there and watched as he and Max drove off. You groaned and got in your car and went home. You were so upset that when you got home you almost threw a tantrum. You felt the need to kick and hit something. You don't know how you got so wrapped up in Billy and your feelings toward him but today proved you were more miserable without him rather than with him.

You beeped your horn as you pulled up in front of the Hargrove-Mayfield house. It was hard, but you decided to put your pride aside. Max came out the house and rushed to the car, Billy stood at the door.

"Y/N! What're you doing here?" She asked.

"I'm here to pick up my favorite girl and her dork of a brother," You winked and gave a mischievous smile.

"Okay, let me go get my bag," She nodded and went back to the house to get her backpack.

As soon as she walked in, Billy walked out, sulking toward the car.

"Hey," You spoke shyly and offered him a small smile.

"Hey," He grunted and awkwardly shuffled his feet.

"Enough is enough. I um... I'm ready to stop being selfish and give you a chance," You told him.

He hesitantly nodded and opened the door, allowing an overly excited Max to get in the backseat before getting in the car himself. When you arrived at school, you let Billy get out the car before leaning back to talk to Max.

"I'm really sorry for leaving you alone with him yesterday. So, to make up for it, I pulled some strings and got you a free weekend at the arcade," You told her and watched as her eyes lit up.

"Seriously? How?" She gasped.

"Someone at the arcade owed me a favor and I am the Queen of Hawkins," You winked.

"Well Hawkins in a small town, so don't be too pompous," She teased. "But thank you, I really appreciate it. And Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Take care of my brother, please?"

"Yeah yeah, anything for you kid."

[AN: I think this is the longest imagine I’ve ever written like wow. I’m very proud of myself]

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[carol-effing-danvers]

knock me the fuck out (i dare ya, babe) part two

More Teacher Steve and Soft Billy!

Part One 

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Angie is left to wail with around the living room with increasingly frustrated hunger, because Steve needs to spend the first thirty minutes after he comes home screaming into a pillow.

Had Billy seen him staring?

He was so sweet with Lauren, so gentle to her that Steve couldn’t help his smiling, but he’d seen the annoyed expression on Billy’s face from the corner of his eye when he’d turned away. Could he tell that Steve had been checking him out earlier? Maybe he just didn’t want to call him out in front of Lauren and the other children? Maybe he loathed Steve just as much as ever did?

Steve hugs a pillow to his stomach and rests his cheek atop it, feeling glum. Figures. Figures that the first boy he’d ever been attracted to would roll back into town ten years later (looking finer than any person has a right to!), while Steve spends his days with children and his nights alone.

He can’t even get a girlfriend anymore – after the big bisexual breakdown, no girl in Hawkins will date him, but he wished he had a boyfriend or at least a hookup he could call.

Robin gets dates, but he concedes that it’s probably easier when the entire town doesn’t know you’re a queer.

He can’t date any woman within ten miles of the town – even if she somehow doesn’t already know the whole stupid story yet, someone will happily and gleefully open their mouth to enlighten her. And no man will date him either, because agreeing to that is basically agreeing to let the whole town know who you are. There’d be no hiding it.

Flopping his face back down into the pillow, Steve screams some more, before jumping off the couch with a sudden burst of motion. No, no. He promised himself, he promised Robin, he promised Dustin, that he wasn’t going to make himself feel bad about this anymore. The past was the past, and he couldn’t change it.

So what if his dad never spoke to him and his mom only called twice a year? That was about the amount of contact they used to have! So what if the parents tried to stop him from being hired? They hadn’t been able to succeed and Steve got the job of his dreams anyway! So what if he still had a crush on Billy Hargrove? He’d survived it the first time and he’d survive it again.

God knows he’s survived worse.

“Uh, Steve-o?” Robin asks, looking around the kitchen. “Wanna tell me what happened to you today?”

“What do you mean?” Steve responds absently, without looking up from the pan of mushrooms on the stove.

“Steve, you’re making beef wellington, honey,” she says carefully, as though making Steve aware of this might make him explode or something. “I mean, please don’t stop, because your beef wellington is fucking amazing – but you also only make it when you feel like shit. So. Wanna tell me what’s going on?”

He stares down at the pan. “Did you know that Billy Hargrove was back in town?”

“Billy – Max’s brother, Billy?” Robin asks. Steve could almost feel her bristling. “He didn’t start threatening you again, did he?”

“No, Max was right,” he says, in the soft stilted tone that tells her he’s actually very upset. “He’s much calmer now.”

“Okay,” she says slowly. “Then you need to tell me why you look like someone killed Angie in front of you.”

Woodenly, he replies “Remember how I said I had a crush on a straight boy, back in ’86, when all the shit was going down?”

“Oh my god, Steve-”

“But he wouldn’t give me the time of day, unless it involved his fist and my face? Billy was that boy. Is that boy. Man. Whatever.”

“Steve,” Robin says seriously, grabbing onto his forearms and holding her eyes open wide as she tries not to laugh. “Billy isn’t any straighter than I am.”

---

After leaving Lulu with Steve fucking Harrington, holy shit, Billy feels the urgent need for a cigarette as soon as he leaves the school parking lot. He fishes for a lighter before whispering “Fuck” because of course he can’t smoke in the fucking car anymore, Lulu rides in this car with him now.

Cursing, Billy pounds on the steering wheel and pulls over to furiously smoke a cigarette outside, standing on the side of the road because Steve was there, and how the fuck has he gotten even prettier in the last ten years?, and Billy wanted to fuck him on that desk so bad something was wrong with him, and Steve’s smile for the person Billy loved most in the world was absolutely devastating.

Easy as that blinding smile, Billy could feel the old ghosts of his yearning – if not laid to rest, then at least peaceful in their haunting – live and howl again.

Getting back into the driver’s seat involves a whole new chorus of swearing, but he needs to get into work, mental breakdown or not. The bell over the shop jingles as he steps inside, accompanied by the intoxicating smell of sugar, flour, and vanilla.

The woman standing behind the counter of the bakery display finally manages to break his bad mood and he cracks a smile for her. “Hey, Trouble.”

Eleven leans over the counter, palms flat on the glass, her curls pinned to the back of her head. There’s flour smudged across her face and raspberry jam on her apron. “Who, me?”

He hugs her over the counter and kisses her flour-dusted cheek. “Yeah, you topple any major government conspiracies lately?”

Loftily, El says “I like to take the winters off.”

“Is that right?” he drawls, turning the hand-washing station onto hot after hanging up his jacket. “Then I’m just in time.”

She stares at him from her spot leaning against the pastries display, chin resting on her small fist. “Yes, you are,” she says in that eerie tone that means she isn’t talking about herself anymore. “Welcome home, Billy.”

Drying off his hands, Billy says “How come you ain’t tell me how bad things had gotten with her, huh?”

El stands straight, arms protectively folded over herself. “She was already mad at me for…the whole…”

She waves her hand around ambiguously, but Billy correctly interprets that as ‘spilling the beans on that asshole she married’. “She ain’t mad at you,” he soothes. “She’s mad at herself.”

When Eleven still looks unconvinced, he adds, “Don’t tell her I said so, but I know she misses you. Misses all of the nerd herd.”

“We may not be together anymore, but we miss her too,” she says sadly.

Billy’s gaze sharpened upon her. “You tellin’ me Wheeler just left you out here in this backwoods town all by yourself?”

She shrugs. “We grew up. He wanted to go to MIT and I didn’t want to follow him.”

He wants to tell her that Mike Wheeler was insane to leave her, but honestly, staying in Indiana for a teenage girl and giving up MIT was way more insane.

El nods. “Yeah, that’s what I told him.”

He glares at her. “No peaking, Ellie.”

She lifts her hands in surrender. “Stop thinking at me so loud, then.”

Steve, Steve, Steve – has she seen about Steve? El’s eyes widen. Shit. SHIT. SHIT.

“Uh..” She chews at her bottom lip.

“We are not talking about this,” he informs her flatly, pushing the door to the back room open. “You’re gonna pretend you didn’t…hear…see…whatever.”

“Billy…” she says hesitantly.

“What I literally just say?” he demands.

“Yes, okay, but…” Her eyes search his expression intently. “Um…Max didn’t tell you what happened during Spring Break in ’86, did she?”

He swore he was ‘bout to get whiplash from this girl. “Noooo,” he says, drawn out. “Why? What happened back in ’86?”

“Um…” El’s face turns red and she scratches nervously at the nape of her neck. “Steve, um…oh, never mind! Ask Max if you want to know.”

---

“What do you mean, Billy’s not straight?!” Steve demands, practically standing on the kitchen counter as he yells the question at her.

Robin is still trying very hard not to laugh. “Uh, okay…how do I put this…I want you to look back on your memory of Billy Hargrove when we were in high school, Steve. Think really, really hard. Did you ever actually see him kissing a girl? Dating any girls, back in school? Can you name a single girl he dated?”

“Everybody knew he was a total horndog,” Steve scoffs, feeling that old belated jealousy rear its ugly head.

“No, I don’t care about what everyone knew. What did you see, Steve? Remember the way Billy dressed?”

He rolls his eyes. “He was from California, Rob.”

“I visited Disneyland when I was sixteen. I did not see anyone in California dressed like that. He wore eyeliner and curled his hair, Steve. And if I’m remembering this correctly, that boy flashed his tits like he was starring in his own fucking porn video.” She smirks at his steadily reddening cheeks. “Your boy? Is gay, Steve-o.”

Robin pauses and squints a moment, as though staring at something in the distance. “Wait, Billy was a lifeguard that summer, right? Red shorts, came into Scoops and ordered…”

“Double strawberry,” Steve mutters, feeling bitchy and depressed.

“Oh my god.” This time, Robin couldn’t hold the laughter in.

“What?” he asks, annoyed. “I mean, I know the mustache wasn’t really working for him back then, but you should see-”

“No-no-no,” she cackles, holding her sides. “Oh my god, boys are so dumb. Steve-Steve, back then? Billy wanted to choke on your dick real bad.”

He stares at her blankly.

“Real bad, Steve.”

“What are you even talking ab-no! No!” Steve snaps. “Billy hated me! He beat my face in and tormented me from the moment he stepped into town, Rob!”

It’s Robin’s turn to scoff. “You’ve never heard about that trite old adage about boys who pull on little girls’ pigtails, Steve? Except that his little girl was another boy – a boy who already had a girlfriend when he got into town.”

“No way,” Steve snaps.

“And he wants this boy’s attention really, really bad, Steve. But this boy had just got his heart broken and didn’t know he also liked boys, yet. Billy’s boy won’t give him the attention he wants and he’s got a lot of anger management and self-control issues. We see that in the classroom every day, Steve. What do you think Billy would do?”

“That’s a pretty picture you’re painting,” Steve says flatly, rolling their wellington into its blanket of puff pastry. “I have a much simpler explanation – Billy was an egomaniac who thought I was at the head of the Hawkins food chain and decided that he was going to be the new apex predator and humiliated me to accomplish that. Him being gay or not doesn’t factor into it.”

Robin pours them both a glass of red – she’ll have to drink a lot of water if she doesn’t want a headache, but she needs it tonight. “Okay, I’ll make you a deal,” she says airily. “I bet you a full year of grading tests that Billy Hargrove would totally suck face with you.”

“Okay, hold on a fucking minute!” he sputters. “Even assuming this bullshit your on about him having the hots for me ten years ago is true, that has nothing to do with right now!”

“Steve, you look like a nerd,” she says gently. “And nerd really works for you, dingus. If he doesn’t want to at least make out with you a little, the man has no taste and you need to move on.”

“How about I skip the whole question and move on regardless,” Steve says dryly.

“Then you forfeit the bet and you’re marking all of my quizzes for the entire school year next year.”

“Goddamn it, Robin.”

---

“Uncle Billy, what are those silver thingies on your tummy?” Lulu asks, poking at the scars covering his torso where her uncle is in the middle of washing the dishes.

Very seriously, Billy says “That’s where I got bitten by the werewolf.”

He hears Max mutter “Oh my god, Billy”, but she doesn’t attempt to dissuade him from telling the story the way he pleased – after all, what would she tell her? That Uncle Billy was possessed by an interdimensional alien being that had come to Hawkins through a hole in the world beneath their feet and fought a monster made of pulverized corpses with his bare hands? Werewolf it is, then!

“Nooo, Uncle Billy, you’re not a werewolf!” she protests with a little giggle.

“Yes I am. Uh-oh, Lulu,” he says somberly. “Oh, no – it’s-it’s the full moon!”

She vibrates with anticipation, giving a loud shriek when Billy lets out a wolf-like howl and lunges for her. “RAAAAAAAAAH!”

“NOOOOOO!!!”

He wears her out good, chasing her around the house for nearly an hour before he convinces her it’s time to go to bed now. He lets Max relax and talks Lulu through bedtime himself. Feeling like a dickhead as he plops down onto the sofa, where Max is watching a rerun of Friends, Billy just sucks it up and says “So, what’s up with Harrington and Spring Break of ’86?”

To his complete surprise, Max’s jaw gets tight and her eyes flash. “Jesus fucking Christ, the people in this town really can’t keep their mouths shut, can they?” she says angrily. “So who told you, huh?”

“Uh…what?” he says blankly, feeling really far away all of a sudden. “Ellie-Eleven told me I need to ask you about Harrington and what happened in ’86, she never said why I need to ask.”

Yeah, he was still very unclear about why this was a story he had to hear.

Max gives him an owlish stare. “She…she wanted you to know?”

“…’s what she said, man.” He shrugs.

“Wow. Okay. Uh…so during Spring Break, one of your old classmates came home from college and threw this really big party,” Max begins, puffing her cheeks out with a sigh. “Steve and his friend Robin – you remember Robin? Blonde, used to work with him at Scoops? They were at this party, and the longer the night went on, the more that shit got out of hand. Like people were passed out on the front lawn. Someone broke into the neighbor’s house because they were too drunk to realize they knocked on the wrong door. Todd Grace took the riding lawn mower from the garage and crashed it somewhere on the golf course down the road. So, naturally the cops showed up.”

“Naturally,” Billy says neutrally, still wondering exactly where in the hell this story was going.

“Everybody freaked when they came in and Robin couldn’t find Steve, so she assumed that he’d hooked up with someone and forgot to tell her that he was leaving. She didn’t realize that he was still there, and he had no idea that the cops had come and were already in the house.”

She stops and stares at the ceiling. “If anybody in this town could keep their mouths closed, that would be the end of the story, but some of the officers blabbed, and now the whole fucking town knows that they found Steve Harrington in a closet on his knees, sucking off two high school seniors.”

Billy’s brain starts floating on ‘Steve Harrington on his knees’ and launches itself into outer space at ‘sucking off’. Immediately it becomes critical that he try not to picture that – young Steve, still doe-eyed and pretty, but brattier, the stuck up ice princess, with his soft sweet mouth wrapped around-

Max’s jaw tightens up with rage again. “I find it really interesting that whenever someone tells that story, they never mention Mike Tentiss or Zach Cooper, but they were the ones standing there with their pants around their ankles.”

Billy stares at the television without really seeing another on the screen. “Why you never tell me that story, Maxine?”

She’s known he was gay since just before she got married. She kept making jokes about getting him a nice girlfriend or hooking up with one of her bridesmaids, until Billy had just snarled over the phone “Maxine, I am a FUCKING queer!”

Softly, Max says “Cause it started this whole town-wide drama and it almost ruined Steve’s life, Billy. Darlene Cooper tried to have him arrested for molesting her son, but obviously Zach was only a year younger than him. She went around to our house and the Wheeler’s and the Sinclair’s and Mrs. Henderson and Mrs. Byers and tried to get one of us to say Steve had…done something to us.”

“Jesus Christ.” That sounds like something out of Billy’s worst nightmares.

She dips her head into a nod. “Uh-huh. It didn’t work, obviously, and Mrs. Byers – I never saw her that mad, Billy. She screamed at Darlene something awful. Some of the parents threw a fit when the school hired him, said he didn’t have any business being around kids, but I think his mom pulled some strings. She and his dad have basically disowned him. He thought none of us would want to speak to him ever again – I mean, the boys got a little weird for a bit, but Erica was…Erica, and they came around. It’s really sad, though. He’s one of the nicest men I know, but no girl in town will go out with him.”

Confused, Billy says “Uh, ain’t he…?”

She shrugs. “Robin says he likes both, I guess. Anyway, no woman in this town will go on a date with him, and no man will so much as be alone in a room with him. Like if Steve sneezes on them, they’ll suddenly want to suck a dick or something.”

Oh, I’d do a helluva lot more than be alone in a room with Steve Harrington. And there wouldn’t be any ‘suddenly’ about it.

Billy realizes that Max is looking very suspicious right now and narrows his eyes. “Max. Maxie. Maxine. Maxine Roberta, please tell me that you and Eleven aren’t trying to set me up on a date with Steve Harrington.”

His baby sister looks even guiltier. She picks at her fingernails, staring down at her lap. “You don’t-you’ve never talk about any guys that you’re going out with, you’ve never even told me that you were interested in a guy,” she mumbles. “I just…don’t want you to be lonely. Dustin thinks Steve is – lonely, I mean. You’re the same age and you can both…y’know. Handle all the weird shit around here.”

“Mad Max,” he sighs, and tucked the wisps of red hair behind her ears the way he had for Lulu this morning. “I was not nice to Harrington. I was never nice to Harrington – and I don’t just mean the night I nearly killed him. There was a whole bunch of shit you guys weren’t around to see. The fact that we’re both willing to suck a dick doesn’t change anything, Max.”

“But you apologized for that ten years ago!” She pleads with her big blue eyes. “Please? I’m not asking you to go on a date with him, just be nice to him when you see him, okay?”

Gruffly, he says “That why ya didn’t wanna tell me who Lulu’s teacher was?”

---

Saturday morning means going to the 11th Hour, because Robin has a hangover and going to the 11th means that they don’t really have to get dressed because El has seen them both covered in mud, blood (their own), blood (others), blood (alien), and puke – all at the same time.

Also, Steve is a grown ass man who can’t be bothered to put on real adult clothes unless he has to teach and today he’s just fucking given up on his hair because the only people who are gonna see him are Robin, who still calls him dingus after ten years of knowing him, and El, who still seems to think he’s Prince Charming after ten years of knowing him (god help her).

Steve and Robin both think it’s very cute that Eleven the Eggo Queen decided she wanted to open a bakery when she grew up. And she’s really good at it, too. She makes this spiced tart thingy with pears and cherries that he would hold someone at gunpoint for. He loves it so much that she makes a big one on his birthday every single year.

Her eyes light up when they walk through the door, looking so pleased that Steve has a guilty thought that they may’ve been neglecting her a little. “Good morning!” she greets, wriggling with excitement as she leans over the counter. “Christmas galette for Steve and for Robbie…?”

“Tart au citron,” Robin says decisively after a moment’s thought. “And coffee.”

“Lots of coffee,” Steve adds with a grimace. The half a bottle of wine was a mistake and he’d known it was gonna be a mistake even as he was pouring their glasses. “El, can you pretty please with chocolate chip Eggos on top make your hangover sandwiches for me? I’ll watch the counter for you! Please?”

Even more pleased, El says “Oh that’s okay, I can make them. Hang on.”

The swinging robin’s egg blue of the backroom door opens, a voice behind it murmuring, “Lulu, skip to my lou. Lulu, skip to my lou.” A distracted Billy walks in carrying Lauren one-handed, half sleeping across her uncle’s shoulder, and a Styrofoam cup in the other. “Lulu, skip to my lou, my darlin’…”

His cheek rests on her head and the forearm supporting Lauren’s weight bulges with muscle beneath the skin and Steve’s fucking knees feel like water.

“Can you watch the front for a few minutes?” El asks pleasantly, ignoring the shell-shocked look on Steve’s face and the intense scrutiny Robin is giving her employee.

“Sure…boss…” Billy says slowly, eyeing his former classmates suspiciously. He wants this boy’s attention really, really bad, Steve.

He suppresses a snort. In Nancy’s very succinct words – it’s all just bullshit.

---

Who let this man walk out of the house that way? Was it Buckley? Was she trying to cause a goddamn riot? Wasn’t there a law against being such a fucking tease? Malicious seduction or something?

Still mostly dressed in pajamas with his glasses hastily shoved on and his hair looking like he’d stuck his finger in an electric socket, Steve looked tired and fresh from bed, even softer and sleepier than the cardigan and khaki look at school yesterday. Billy wanted to push him down on a bed, straddle his waist and kiss him for ages. Kiss him until those heavy eyelids went from surprised to dark and glazed with lust.

“Hello, Mister H,” Lulu, his sweet saving angel, mumbles into his shoulder.

That sunny-warm smile brightens up his face again, and Billy’s heart gives a painful squeeze. “Good morning, Lauren. Are you helping Billy at work.”

“Uh-huh,” she grunts, eyes closing again. “Woke me up.”

“Aw, I’m sorry,” he says, all sympathy and sad eyes.

God, this is fucking torture. And Maxine had to go and like…give him fucking hope and shit. Jesus.

“You wanna go back and lay down in Miss Hopper’s officer, Lulu?”

“Uh-huh,” she repeats, still clinging to his shirt.

He makes his very hasty retreat, not looking at El as he passes her in the kitchen. Unfortunately, when he returns to the front counter, Steve is still there, but Buckley seems to have disappeared and he’s blushing now, maybe because the whole universe fucking hates him and then Steve is right up in his face and says “I’m just gonna get this over with, please don’t hit me-”

And then-

-his mouth, still tinged with the minty clean taste of toothpaste, so fucking soft against Billy’s lips, his long fingers lightly touching Billy’s jawline. Steve’s cheeks are cool where Billy touches them, but his mouth is burning hot. The erection he was just managing to get under control before surges to painful, insistent life in his jeans when Steve sighs and moans, large curling around the back of his neck.

Billy answers with a low groan, fingers twisting through the silky strands of his hair to hold him there – not that Steve seems keen to escape.

Breathing is a tragic necessity, though.

“Oh,” Steve exhales as Billy pulls away reluctantly, and his eyes are just as dark, just as sloe and heavy as Billy always dreamed they’d be. He’s still clinging to the front of his shirt and his mouth looks wine-red from kissing, which only makes Billy wanna kiss him more. “I’m gonna grade quizzes for a year.”

#harringrove #knock me out babe #teacher steve #soft billy #my writing

[thecreelhouse]

Kill the Lights // Chapter 12

Steve Harrington x Original Female Character

Read chapter 11 here!

Summary: After Violet- formally 003, a telekinetic, electrokinetic, and clairvoyant 19 year old- loses her first family, her first love, nothing is the same. She finds herself taken in by Hopper and El, struggling to find her footing and meaning to keep fighting. The Party, especially Steve Harrington, try to show her where her strengths have been hiding all along, and that no one has to fight their battles alone. Sometimes you don’t need to be rescued, but someone’s love and support while you rescue yourself sure doesn’t hurt.

Word count: 3,180

Content warnings: violence, loooots of violence, angst, cursing, season 3 spoilers

Author’s note: hiiiii, I was gonna wait till tomorrow, but I’m too amped up after finishing this chapter!! Thank you to anyone who has been keeping up with this story since the beginning, and thank you to anyone who’s just recently giving it a chance!! It really means a whole ding dang lot to me, y’all. Writing this has been therapeutic in a way for me to take a breather from my own life nonsense, and it’s exciting to see others are into the story too!! Chapter title is from ‘run’ by the Maine. Feedback is always appreciated! Hope y’all enjoy this one! <3

Chapter 12: Evil Rages Inside

The day started as normally as others; Steve got up, threw that tacky uniform on that he loathed so much, and dragged himself to the mall for another shift at Scoops Ahoy.

He hadn’t heard from Violet since she left work early, and he assumed she just took the day off, still feeling unwell.

Now, stuck in this death trap of an elevator, he wasn’t sure when and if he’d ever see her again. Alright, maybe he was being dramatic, but he sure got his ass in a whole lot of trouble and definitely wished he mustered up the courage to tell Violet he loves her before this all happened.

It all began the night before, when Steve, Robin and Dustin discovered the heavily guarded entrance to what they thought was just a basic room. It wasn’t until the next day, after Robin got her hands on the mall’s blueprints, bribing Erica with free ice cream “for. LIFE.” to climb through the air ducts and unlock the entrance from the inside, and all four of them ended up in that room only for it to plunge itself deep underground, that they realized it wasn’t just some basic room.

Time passed, minutes turned to hours, and eventually guards came to open the elevator. The four of them scrambled up and out through the ceiling to hide. In a split second, as they were exiting, Steve thought to use one of the glass vials of glowing, green goo as a door stopper, letting the whole group quickly pass under just before the door slammed down shut, breaking the glass. The toxic liquid seeped around the floor, chemically burning the surface it touched.

They carefully wandered down the long, industrial style hallways, stopping at the edge of a doorway to another room, filled with guards and people in lab coats busy with their own tasks, buzzing about. Carefully sneaking across to the comms room, and even after Steve fought a Russian guard- and won, for once- Robin called them all over to check out what she saw through the door window. A bright, blue light glowed through the glass and upon their faces, pulling at Steve’s attention, but not for long as alarms overhead began to sound off. Chaos erupted and the four of them scrambled around the room, looking for a way out. Running back up the stairs, they darted out into the larger area with the blue light, bumping into guards and scientists along the way. They stopped short where the light was aimed, and saw an opening in the surface, glowing purple and red among the edges. They began to run again as guards started to catch up to them, until Steve saw something that made his heart fall into his stomach, feet halting to a stop.

It had to be a bad dream. Maybe he just was still asleep at home. It couldn’t be real.

Steve blinked his eyes a few times, tuning out the madness around him, hoping what was before his eyes wasn’t true, but it wouldn’t go away, it wouldn’t change.

The alarms fell quiet in his mind, the yelling from his friends and guards felt miles away. “V- Violet?” He stuttered out, sounding like a lost child.

Strapped down like an animal to a metallic, medical table tilted up right, was his girlfriend, eyes wide and clouded over with blue overall, yet completely silent. His eyes fell onto where her arms were secured, where wires and IV-like tubes were poked and prodded into her skin. He trailed his view where they led, to the giant machinery that shot out a continuous, sharp electric laser across the room and into the surface they just saw. Her skin was sickly pale, veins a deep blue, and dried blood laid under her nose and by her ears. Bile rose in his throat as he put two and two together- they were using Violet’s electrokinesis to power whatever the hell this machine was. They were draining the life from her.

“Violet!” Steve screamed, racing towards her. He didn’t care about the guards, he didn’t care about being an “American Hero” anymore, he just wanted to save his girlfriend from whatever the fuck was happening.

Violet’s eyes twitched over to where Steve was, and the blue in her eyes dissolved, face softening with worry and then hardening again with pain.

“Steve?” She croaked out, waking from her daze. Her eyes darted to the guards closing in on him. “Go, go now!”

“I’m not leaving you!” He yelled back as he reached her, trying to find a way to safely untangle and release her from all the wires in her body. A shock ran up his arms as he touched one of the wires, causing him to jump back. Violet held back tears, feeling sorry for sending pain into him like that, but not knowing what else to do.

“I’ll find you, just go!” She screamed as she sent another shockwave through him, sending him flying back a few more feet. She hated doing this, but what else could she do? If she couldn’t be safe, she just wanted Steve to be safe, at least. The blue in her eyes grabbed hold again, and she held back from screaming in pain.

Steve looking physically and emotionally pained, took the hint and sprinted off to the others into another room. He and Robin held the doors as Dustin and Erica fled safely, only for guards to burst through and hold them up at gunpoint. As they surrendered and threw their hands up, it took everything in Steve not to cry as he heard Violet cry out in agony just beyond those doors.

———

“Up. Let’s go.”

Violet felt something jab her side as she slid to the floor, now released from the restraints and wires of the machine. She didn’t have the strength to pick herself up, and another jab, a harder one, was sent back into her side. She cried out, forcing herself back on her feet with whatever was left in her.

As her vision came back into focus, she noticed the machine was still going, buzzing loudly with static shocks surrounding it. Did they not need her anymore? Was this where they got rid of her?

The guard roughly grabbed her by the arms, throwing them behind her back and putting restraints across her wrists again. “Ozerov has new plans for you.” He said darkly, shoving her towards a door.

Violet’s mind began to race the more she came to; she could have sworn she saw Steve earlier. Steve, Robin, Dustin, even Erica? Maybe she was just hallucinating from the drugs they gave her before they hooked her up to that machine. She didn’t even know where she was, so how could Steve get here?

The guard pushed her down one of the long hallways and stopped her outside of a door, where General Ozerov waited for her with that sickening grin. All she wanted to do was snap his neck, squeeze the air out of his lungs, electrocute every inch of life out of his body, but she couldn’t seem to actually use her powers. It probably had to do with those drugs, she figured they had her in a trance and controlled state.

“I have a new job for you, yes?” He offered, patting her cheek as he laughed. Violet yanked her head away from his touch.

“Keep it, shitstain.” She growled, wanting nothing more than to physically rip the smile off his face. It only grew with her anger, though.

“I thought you would be more excited to see your little friends.” He said, and Violet’s face fell at his words.

“What did you do to them?”

“Just wanted to get to know them, is all. That boyfriend of yours can really take some punches, hm?”

Violet felt rage course through her veins at his sentence, and did all she could do in that moment, launch a disgusting wad of spit directly into his eyes. Ozerov wiped his face, only laughing harder, now looking at the guard that held Violet.

“I must be very lucky to have been spit on by not one- but two American women today!” The guard joined into his laughter, rolling through the cold hallway and echoing sharply in Violet’s ears.

“If you touch them, I’ll kill you. You hear me? I’ll rip you apart, you fucking prick.” Violet yelled in Ozerov’s face, and he only smirked.

“We’ll see about that. Come now.”

Violet was pushed into the room in front of her, heart sinking at the sight of Robin and Steve tied together, back to back on chairs, looking ragged and worn down. Steve looked much, much worse than Robin did, blood dried across his face and shirt, eye swollen shut, bruises beginning to blossom under his skin already. Violet clenched her fists at the thought of someone hurting her friends, especially Steve.

“Vi! Steve, Violet’s here!” Robin yelled, a little too cheerily for the situation. Steve’s head snapped up, turning to the side to see where Violet stood. A smile spread across his face and pushed through the damage left behind.

“Baby! I missed you!” He exclaimed, also in a similar mood to Robin’s. Violet was completely stunned at how upbeat they seemed to be, despite the issues at hand.

Ozerov pushed Violet by the shoulders into a chair across from her friends, securing even more restraints.

“Do as I say, little girl.” He growled in her ear, before taking a syringe off the table nearby and plunging it deep into her skin again. Violet gritted her teeth, holding back her screams. She was done showing her pain for these monsters.

The chemicals flowed through her body, and she felt the daze begin to fog her mind again. The blue substance clouded over her eyes once more, and she could feel her body falling victim to the drug’s relaxing properties.

“Your friends don’t want to talk, don’t want to tell us who they work for-“

“Dude, we told you like, a million times. It’s Scoops!” Steve interrupted, clearly annoyed.

“We’ve been nice, we’ve used force, we’ve even threatened them-“ Ozerov rattled off. “-And nothing’s worked. I want them gone. Now.”

Violet fought her hardest through the brain fog, trying not to lose grip on reality.

“And I want you to be the one to get rid of them.” He spat, clutching her face in his hands so they were looking each other in the eyes.

Violet held back tears, but could feel them threatening to escape any second. She spat back, “I’d rather kill myself first before ever laying a finger on my friends, you rotten fuckface.”

“Precious, but we know you can’t die by your own hand, malyshka. If you don’t do it, we gladly will.” He argued back, circling around to the other side of Steve and Robin. Robin’s face fell, slowly realizing the severity of the situation, even through the drugs. Steve, still in a daze, from the drugs or the beating (maybe both), kept staring at Violet, stupid goofy smirk and all.

Violet began to hyperventilate as she rushed to figure out a plan, still battling the potent drugs in her own system, vying for control of her body. The tears began racing down her face, burning hot. Steve’s face finally flipped into a frown at the sight of Violet’s conflict.

“Baby, it’s okay. Please don’t cry.” He tried calming her down, still not fully realizing just why she was crying.

“Let’s go, time is was-“

“Just shut up, you waste of space!” She screamed back at Ozerov, and he fell silent, smirk growing back, watching what he hoped would be his plan unfolding.

“Steve,” Violet started, voice shaking, “Robin, you guys...”

“Violet...” Robin whispered, but couldn’t get anything else out. Violet mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ to her.

“J- just please close your eyes. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” Violet sobbed out, not daring to look either of them in the eye. She couldn’t do it.

The drugs began working their way over her own thoughts, one goal in mind: kill her friends, just like Ozerov wants. She fought and fought and fought it off as best she could, slowly feeling weaker as the seconds passed.

“Do it now!” Ozerov yelled, and Violet’s eyes glazed over with the blue shade again, tears coming to a halt. His cruel smile grew wider and wider as she screamed, war tearing upon her own mind and heart. Breathing shallow, heartbeat rapid, she slammed her eyes shut and let rage and power flood her body.

Two, quick, but sharp and loud snaps echoed through the room, bodies hitting the floor with a THUD! Violet’s eyes hesitated to open, but when they did, she began crying again.

Ozerov and his henchman both were in crumpled heaps on the floor, eyes lifeless and bodies still. Blood began to spill from their lips, and a trickle of Violet’s own blood peeked out from her nose. Violet cried harder.

“Nobody touches my family!” Violet cried out to the corpses. “Rot in hell, you sick bastard!”

“We’re ... we’re alive?” Robin spoke up first, opening her eyes. Her body relaxed from the tensed state she was just in. “Harrington, we’re alive!”

Steve’s eyes fluttered open, landing on Violet, still crying.

“Vi, baby, it’s okay, we’re okay! You didn’t do anything to us! We’re okay! Why are you crying?” He rushed out, clearly relieved to still be breathing but worried about Violet.

“I’m so sorry you had to see that.” She cried, trying to catch her breath every few words. “I don’t like having to kill anyone and I don’t like having to do it in front of anyone I care about.”

“Violet, you saved us. It’s okay, it was self defense and defense for us.” Robin said, trying to get Violet to see ultimately her actions were used for good. Daze settling back over her, she laughed, “I’m still over here in shock that you have these super cool powers to begin with.”

“Y-you’re not mad?”

“You’re kidding, right?” Steve started to chuckle. “I’d never be mad at you for helping any of us in a bajillion years, babe.”

Violet’s tears began to slow as she giggled at how ridiculous she must have seemed.

“Whatever drugs they gave me controlled my powers. I- I didn’t think I’d be able to fight over it this time. I’m so tired.” She said, now smiling sleepily, slumping forward in her chair.

Alarms began to ring out again, and the door flew open to reveal Dustin and Erica barging in wielding what looked like tasers on long poles.

“Wha- Watch where you point those!” Robin scolded the kids with weapons, and another giggle bubbled through Violet.

Dustin and Erica did double takes between the three older teens and the bodies on the floor. “What the hell happened here?!” Erica asked, eyebrows raised in confusion.

“Violet took care of it.” Steve nonchalantly answered, as if his girlfriend wasn’t a human weapon.

The two younger kids began untying the older ones, rushing back out, “C’mon!” Dustin yelled behind him. Robin and Erica followed, leaving Violet and Steve as the last in the room. Violet got up, wincing in pain, and rushed to Steve’s side.

“Are you alright?” She asked, worried, as she gingerly reached for the swollen side of his face. His hand reached up and laid over hers.

“You’re really asking me that? I don’t know how you’re standing right now, Vi.” He said softly, fighting against the silliness lingering from the drugs.

“Steve, I- I was terrified I’d never see you again.” Violet whispered, trying not to start the tears back up.

“Let’s go, nerds!” Erica screamed at the remaining two, and they got up, holding each other and hurrying as fast as they could out the door. Guards turned the corner, and Violet shoved Steve towards the group as she stayed in place.

“Violet! What-“

“Keep going, I got this!”

Steve couldn’t move, couldn’t leave Violet behind again.

“When do you fuckers quit?!” Violet yelled as she began to throw punches to the first guard that lunged at her. Her neck sharply turned and the guard behind the first fell to the floor, bones cracking in ways no bones should ever crack.

Violet threw a glance over her shoulder, frustrated Steve hadn’t moved yet.

“Steve! Run!” She snapped at him, angry at his stupidity.

“I’m not leaving you!”

“For the love of-“ Violet huffed to herself, rolling her eyes as she spun back around to meet more guards. Her hands flew out in front of her and blood began to freely spill from her nose. Loud cracks of electricity ran through the hallway and into the bodies about to attack her, instantly killing them on impact. They all fell to the floor, and Violet didn’t wait to catch her breath, using the last of her energy to grab Steve by the arm and run.

“You’re such an idiot sometimes!” She snapped at him, frustrated, but relieved to see the guards stopped coming, for now.

The rest of the group waited in one of the small vehicles Dustin managed to steal. Once Violet and Steve tumbled into the back by Robin, Dustin began to floor it down the hallway. Violet tried catching her breath, still exhausted from being used by the Russian soldiers for whatever was creating an opening, a gate, and fighting off these horrible drugs in the midst of it all. Steve, still blissfully spaced out, laced his fingers between Violet’s, causing her to snap her head up to him.

“Baby love, my angelic girlfriend,” Steve slurred in a sing-song voice to Violet. Despite the pain she was in, she couldn’t help cracking a smile at his goofy state. “You could call me an idiot.... no, wait- you could snap my neck any day and I’d still love you.”

Violet stopped giggling, her breath hitched in her throat at the word love.

“He’s fucking high as shit, Vi. He doesn’t mean it. He just said he’d be fine with you killing him, clearly he’s only joking.” She thought to herself, biting her lip. Steve’s hand reached up to her lip, gently tugging it back out from her hold, laughing gently at his own actions.

“Henderson, you better step on it. The lovebirds are getting disgusting back here!” Robin yelled between hiccups.

“Is this what it’s like to babysit?” Erica groaned, rolling her eyes as Dustin stepped harder on the gas.

They drove off towards the elevator, Steve curling into Violet’s side gently so not to hurt her many wounds, hardly healing on their own. He mumbled more mushy nonsense and Violet clutched him tighter, just relieved to finally be leaving this personal hell.

#kill the lights #stranger things x you #stranger things x ofc #stranger things x oc #stranger things x reader #steve harrington x ofc #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fic

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New Kid (Billy Hargrove X F!Reader) Part 2

Thanks for sticking with me! Here is part two of New Kid. It is kinda wordy and descriptive. I hope you all enjoy it!

Summary: You’re new in Hawkins, hailing from the big city on the east coast.As a city kid, you think you’ve been stuck here to suffer in a small town, but there’s a certain someone who shakes it all up. 

Warnings: Mentions of smoking, swearing

Taglist: @salemlysi @asheseiler

You locked up your car, looking at it one last time and sighing happily. You loved your family, the family you had left. You made a mental note to remind yourself to call your uncle when you got home and tell him how appreciative you are for your new ride. 

Walking down the lot, you heard loud laughter and felt eyes on you. Like someone was staring through you, not at you. You heard footsteps trailing not too far off from you. Minding your business, you kept it pushing to the front doors of your school to the main office before class started.

“Hi, uh, I’m new here. My name is (y/n) (y/l/n). I was told to come pick up my schedule here.” The secretary looked up over her wire-frame glasses. 

“Hello! Let me grab that for you. Wouldn’t want you to walk into the wrong class now!” She pulls open a file cabinet organized by last name and flips through all the files before getting yours out. 

“Ah! Here you are (y/n). There’s your schedule for your first semester here. As a senior, you are expected to set a good example for the juniors and the rest of the student body here at Hawkins High…”

You half-heartedly listened to the spiel she had started. It’s not like you hadn’t heard it before. Based off of first impressions alone, you thought Hawkins High to be.. quaint. It was just another run-of-the mill high school. You took a quick glance and met the gaze of some random blond dude with a mop of curls atop his head. He gave you a quick wave and a wink and kept walking. You gave him a half smile and directed your attention back on the secretary, who was almost done talking. 

“...Now, before I let you off to go on your own, do you have any questions for me?” 

“No, everything was pretty straight forward. Thank you! I appreciate it.” 

She raised her eyebrows shocked, like nobody had ever appreciated her. She smiled kindly at you. “Thank you, (y/n). Enjoy the rest of your day!”

“You too, miss!” You walked out of the office, looking down to find your first class. The bell had just rang. “Shit, am I late?”

“Hey! You look new. And lost. Who are you?” A boy with sculpted brown hair and a kind face asked you. 

“Oh. Hey! Yeah I’m new. Name’s (y/n). Nice to meet you.” You extended your hand towards him. He reached out and shook your hand. 

“I’m Steve! Nice to meet you too. Let me see your schedule, we probably have some classes together..” He took your schedule from your hands and looked it over. 

“Oh, sweet! We have english, math and chem together. I can walk you to english, even though we’re gonna be a little late.” He shrugs.

“I’d appreciate that a lot, actually. I have no clue where anything is. Except the main office.” You continued. “Plus, you can blame being late on me. I’m new, and you’re being real kind.”

“Alright, sounds good to me. To english we go! Bit of a heads up, Mr. Kowalski is kind of a dick.” 

You laughed. “Yeah, so am I. Him and I can have a dick-measuring contest.” 

Moments later, you and Steve arrived to Mr. Kowalski’s class. Mr. Kowalski didn’t seem too pleased to have not one, but two late students to his class. 

“Mister Harrington. You’re late. No surprise to me, you’re always late.” Mr. Kowalski sneered to him. Steve didn’t really seem to care, he just let it roll right off of him. 

“I could’ve skipped, you know. But I apologize for being late, I uh, was helping the new girl find her way here.” He gestures over to you, and you give a small wave to the balding man in front of the blackboard. His face lit up. 

“Apology accepted, Mister Harrington! Have a seat now.” Steve went to an empty desk in the back row of the class, leaving you by yourself. Not wanting to seem rude, you introduce yourself to the teacher. 

“Uh, hi Mr. Kowalski. I’m (y/n) (y/l/n). Nice to meet you.” You extended your hand, to which he shook warmly. 

“Hello Miss (y/l/n)! Very nice to meet you! Why don’t you take the desk next to Mister Hargrove?” He gestures to the only open seat. You look and it’s the same guy you saw in the office. You walk over to the seat and sit down, taking out a notebook and pencil to jot down some notes. 

As Mr. Kowalski drones on about Othello, you jot down notes in between daydreams. You had already read and studied Othello at your old school junior year, the notes just kept you awake. You gave your friends your address, hoping they’d write you letters or something.  

“Pssst. Hey. New kid.” You hear a whisper from the left of you. It was the blond kid from earlier. 

“Yes?” You turned your head towards him, mid-sentence. This is the most you’ve seen of him, and you gave him a quick once-over. He had bright blue eyes, long eyelashes, full brows. He had a scar through his left brow, which gave his face some character. Full pink lips that hid a killer Colgate smile, and sculpted curls. You realized he had a mullet. You had never seen one so well executed before. He was easy on the eyes. 

“Do you have an extra pencil I could borrow?” 

“Yeah sure.” You go into your pencil case and pull out a yellow #2 pencil and handed it to him. “Here, keep it. I have extras.”

“Thanks, doll.” He smirked at you.

“I have a name. It’s (y/n). Use it next time, doll.” You retorted.

He raised his eyebrows at you, impressed by your smart remark. You turned away and continued taking notes until class was over. Mr. Kowalski assigned the class to read some of Othello and answer questions in a study guide. 

You raised your hand. “Uh, Mr. Kowalski? I don’t have the book. Or the homework.” 

“Ah, I see. Here you are. Catch up with the rest of the class, we are halfway through the book.” He walks to your desk and hands you your assignment. You place it in your folder, which goes into your backpack. 

“Alright, class dismissed! And there will be a quiz tomorrow. Study for it. That includes you, Miss (y/l/n).” 

You nodded, packed up for class and left, finding Steve in the hallway.

“Hey, he isn’t as much of a dick like you said he was. He was kinda nice!”

“Pft. It’s only because you’re new and you’re a girl. He’s a dick to the boys.” He continued though. 

You and Steve were on your way to chemistry class when that blond kid, whose name you still have yet to catch, stops dead in Steve’s tracks. 

“Hey. Harrington.” 

“What, Billy? You don’t see me walking (y/n) to class?” Steve retorts back. You watch them size each other up. It feels like you’re in a game of monkey in the middle, except the ball is a time bomb.

“Since when did you care about going to class, or other people for that matter?” 

“I’ve always cared, jackass. Screw off.” He continues. “Plus, shes new and we have a few classes together.”

You interject, “Do you take chemistry second period, uh, Billy?” 

“Yeah, I do.” 

“Cool great see you two there.” You simply state and walk off, not trying to be late or caught up in between whatever those two were going to get into.

After finding your way to chemistry class, Steve and Billy beat you there. You got in right as the bell went off. 

“You must be (y/n), the new student! Welcome to chemistry. There’s an available seat at the lab table in the back. Go sit! We’re starting a new lab today.”

You look in the back, and the empty seat is next to Billy, and two other kids you didn’t know. They all looked like trouble. You walked back and sat on the stool, Billy directly across from you. The girl next to you glared at you, chewing her gum like a cow. It was really off-putting, and quite distracting. 

“Hey, could you not chew your gum like that? It’s kinda distracting.” You say politely. She rolled her eyes at you and kept at it, if not chewing louder. 

“Carol that’s gross. Stop it, for real.” The boy across from her says. She scoffs and stops. You give him a silent thank you and he just nods in your direction. The teacher, Ms. McCarthy is about to give out instructions when the fire alarm goes off. 

“Alright, this is a fire drill. You know what to do.” She says nonchalantly. You grabbed your stuff and slung it over your shoulder and filed out to the parking lot with the rest of the class

Once reaching the parking lot, you beelined it to your car and sat on top of the trunk, setting your backpack down next to you. You pulled out a cigarette and stuck it in between your lips, bringing your lighter up to it and inhaling. 

“Can I bum one off you?” The gruff voice asked. It was Billy. You rolled your eyes, reluctant to give up one of your precious smokes. 

“You never have any of your own shit, kid? Seriously, nobody likes a moocher.” You took a drag off your cig and blew the smoke away from him. 

He looks at you, eyebrows furrowed. “Kid? We’re probably the same age. Are you gonna give me one or not?” 

You smile at him and chuckle. “Of course I’m not! Not with that attitude. Ask again.” You continue to enjoy your cigarette. 

“Are you serious?” You raise an eyebrow at him. He sighs, “May I please have a cigarette?”

“You may. See? Being nice gets you the things you want.” You hand him a smoke and watch him place it between his lips, watching the orange filter sit on them lazily. He has really nice lips, you think to yourself. The snap of his lighter snapped you out of your daze. He smirks at you. “Like something you see, doll?”

“Hmm.. nah.” He’s floored with your response. He wasn’t expecting that kind of response, not with the way you had been looking at him. 

“Hm. Could’ve had me fooled.” He says, a bit coldly. You disregarded him and watched as the Hawkins Fire Department came out of the school and gave the all-clear. The students and faculty filed back in. You dropped your cigarette on the ground and stomped it out. You walked back to the main entrance, Billy right next to you.

It was quiet for a bit. You preferred it that way, you hated small talk. Until Billy opened his mouth. “Hey. Thanks for the uh, pencil earlier and the cigarette.” He says, keeping his gaze forward. 

“Yeah sure. Bring your own shit next time, moocher.” You ended your sentence with a chuckle. 

He laughed along with you. He was starting to understand the way your humor worked, if that was what you could call it. 

“Nice ride by the way. Bit of a mans car though, wouldn’t you say?” He asked.

“Mans car? The hell does that mean?” You go on to continue, a bit annoyed. “Mans car, womans car, it don’t matter. At the end of the day, its my car, right?”

Billy put his hands up defensively. “Hey, you got a point there sweetheart.”

“I know.” The lunch bell had rung and you slipped into the masses, leaving Billy by himself.

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Finding a seat in the classroom was one thing. The cafeteria was a nightmare. Your dad had packed you lunch today. He packed you the perfect ham and cheese sandwich, some chips, and a bottle of apple juice. You looked around the cafeteria only to hear a familiar voice call for you.

“Hey! Hey (y/n)! Come over here, sit with me!” Steve waved you over to his table and you sat across from him. “Hey Steve! How’s it going?” 

“It’s a regular day for me, man. School, then basketball practice after.” He takes a bite out of the hamburger. “Enough about me, what’s going on with you new kid?” He laughs.

“You’re gross! Don’t talk with your mouth full.” You pause to grab your lunch out of your bag and set it out on the table. Emptying the contents out, you continue your conversation with Steve. “My day is fine, I mean I have a shitload of work to do but that’s okay. It’s all easy. I already know about Othello, I read it my junior year of high school.” You take a bite out of your sandwich, chew and swallow. “Ha. Nerd.” Steve laughs, drinking out of his milk carton. 

“Steve I have something to tell you.” He stops mid-chew and raises his eyebrow. 

“I’m listening?” 

You look around the cafeteria, and lean in closer to Steve. In a hushed voice you say, “What is with that Billy kid? He’s been on my back all day, Steve. I don’t like it. I just got here.”

Steve nods his head, understanding. “Billy Hargrove. He was a new kid too, he’s from California. He isn’t anything but trouble. He’s a player, too. He’s no good, and you should stay away from him. Like, seriously. That guy? He’s bad news!”

You motioned for Steve to stop talking, but he doesn’t take the hint. “I mean, like this guy beat me up. Like beat the shit out of me and-”

“And I’ll do it again, Harrington.” You sigh heavily, finishing your lunch and giving the chips to Steve. Billy made you lose your appetite.

“Is that why you were telling me to stop?” You nodded. Steve gets up, and stands in front of Billy. Some of the students started to look on.

“Look, Harrington, I don’t know what your problem is.” Billy says coolly. “But badmouthing me to the new kid? That’s real low.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Yeah dude whatever. I don’t want her to get caught up in all.. this.” He points, moving his finger up and down. 

Billy steps closer, trying to shake Steve. Steve doesn’t move. 

“What are you gonna do, huh Billy? Beat my ass?” 

Before Billy gets a chance to react, you slide out of the cafeteria bench and walk up behind Billy, squeezing the pressure point right in between the crook of his neck and shoulder, causing him to buckle.

“You listen to me, Hargrove.” Your voice ran cold. “Leave Steve alone. So far, all you’ve done is mooch off of me and prove Steve’s point. Don’t mess with him again. Or else.”

“Or else what? You gonna tell on me to the princi- ah fuck!” You tightened your grip on him. The students turned around to see the new girl have big bad Billy Hargrove yelping in pain. Steve was just watching, wide-eyed. 

“Steve’s my friend. Don’t go looking for trouble when there ain’t none, kid.” You let him go roughly. “Get out of my sight, Hargrove.”

He rubs his neck, casting a glare at Steve and a look at you. You tried to decipher what emotion was behind his eyes. Anger? Hurt? Fear? You couldn’t tell. He walked away and sat back at his table, the cafeteria still looking at you and Steve. 

“Can I help any of you?” You barked. They quickly averted their eyes and went about minding their business.

You and Steve sat back down. “You know (y/n), you didn’t have to do that.” Steve says to you, looking down at his folded thumbs. 

“Yes I did. I don’t let my friends get pushed around by some punk and let them get away with it. Not while I’m around.” You finished the rest of your apple juice, letting out a raunchy burp. Steve’s nose crinkled in disgust. “Dude! That was so gross!” Steve laughed. “It felt nice though! Excuse me.” You laughed. 

The rest of your classes passed, and you were essentially playing catch up in every class except math, where they were starting a new unit. You had study hall last period, so you decided to start your english work. Whatever you didn't finish, you’d just do it at home. Your chemistry teacher gave you a packet of catch up work to get familiar with what was going on, despite your class getting cut short because of the fire drill. You expressed gratitude to your chem teacher and she smiled, offering her classroom as open doors should you need any help.

Once the bell rang, you packed up and left the building. You walked out of the front doors and looked at your car. She was shining bright and blue. You strolled to your car, enjoying the nice weather while it was still around. There were kids ogling your car, mumbling amongst themselves. Saying excuse me politely wasn’t working. You cleared your throat and announced, “Excuse me! I’d like to get to my vehicle, please!” That causes the crowd to disperse, and you were glad it did. You opened up the back seat and threw your bag in there. You shut the door, and before you could even hop into the drivers seat, you hear the same, gruff voice that asked you for a cigarette earlier. 

“Hey, (y/l/n). I wanna talk to you.”

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A/N: This part is super wordy and long, but it was a lot of fun to write. I write with a lot of detail because I write the way I think! I hope you enjoyed this part, part three will be out soon :)

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I HEARD YOU WRITE FOR STRANGER THINGS would it be possible for you to write something where Steve is either being abused or bullied and doesn’t tell anyone because he doesn’t think he’s worth it but they find out

YOU HEARD RIGHT I DO WRITE FOR STRANGER THINGS, and hey, this is my first ST prompt! I hope I do it justice, anon!

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Most of the time, Steve likes this job at the video place better. Well, it’s not exactly his lifelong dream or any of that shit, but hey– who has the time for that, right? What, with monsters and goddamn literal Russian spies running around.

It's been a busy summer alright.

The only bad part– actually, no, not the only one, Keith isn’t exactly a perk of the job either– but the worst part is Tommy.

He comes in at least twice a week, sometimes with Carol in tow, and hangs around like a goddamn creep and takes his sweet time insulting Steve. It’s his new fucking hobby.

And, like, it’s not like it's a big deal or anything, Steve can take it, he fought off those freaking demodogs from hell or whatever last year, Tommy Hall is like, not even in his list of problems, it’s just that– once upon a time, Tommy was his best friend, okay, so it kind of extra sucks. Steve went to Middle School with Tommy and Carol. Middle School. That’s, that's puberty, that's, Steve helped Tommy ask Carol out for the first time. 

So yeah, it sucks.

And Tommy, he has some freaky timing. It’s like he knows when Robin is busy in the back room or just not there at all. It's freaky, seriously. Or maybe it’s just Steve’s bad luck that's freaky.

Like, right now for example. Robin’s in the back, organizing their stock. She won’t hear him screaming, is all he’s saying. And here Tommy is, ringing that goddamn bell while Steve hides in the Horror section.

“Come on, Harrington,” Tommy calls, sounding a weird cross of irritated and delighted. At least Carol's not with him this time to blow her goddamn bubble gum in his face. “I’m a customer and all, be a good working bee and come help me out here.”

Steve sighs.

He drags himself back to the counter and plasters his best fake smile on his face. “Hey, Tommy,” he grits his teeth. This is the last time he’s letting Robin get all the organizing duties. “How can I help you today?”

“I don’t know, I don't know,” Tommy grins meanly. It's not a nice grin, and unfortunately, Steve recognizes it, might even have worn one like that himself before, well, before. “Can’t really choose a movie. Why don’t you bring me all the new ones you got, hm, King Steve?”

“Come on, man, don’t call me that, you sound like,” he falters, clears his throat. Yeah, go on Steve, go on and bring up the dead guy, that's great, awesome, really. “Just don't call me that, okay?”

“Why? Oh, right,” he snaps his fingers as if he ever used his two brain cells for a goddamn thought in his life, “I forgot you’re all nicey-nicey now. Oh, man, you seriously still doing this crap nice guy routine even after the Wheeler bitch dump you?”

“Don't call her that either,” Steve snaps, clutching the tape with white knuckles. Just a few more minutes. Just a couple more minutes and Robin or Keith will start making noise back there like they’re coming back and Tommy will go away like the good cowardly bully he is. “Here’s your fucking movies.”

Tommy, of course, ignores him. “Gotta be nice to me, asshole, I’m the fucking client,” then, his grin turns into a full-blown smirk and Steve feels like shoving the tapes all up his goddamn nose. “But hey, how funny is it that you fucked yourself up like this for her and she still left you for that creep, whatshisname. So funny. How the mighty have fallen and all that, Carol was tellin’ me this shit the other day.”

You know, Steve would very much like to say he didn’t change because of Nancy, of how she kept going on about doing the right thing or how she made him want to be that guy, to be a good person. He really wanted to believe he changed because that was just the sort of person he wanted to be, that he would have turned out this way even if Nancy hadn’t taken him back after that first Upside Down scare. 

But the thing is, he’s not sure. Maybe Tommy has a point and he did change just ‘cause of Nancy. Maybe he’s a hypocrite or something. Still, though. He likes who he is now, likes it a lot better than his old self.

“Working at a video store,” Tommy shakes himself, lips curling in disgusting as he adjusts his tie just to make sure Steve notices he’s wearing a stupid tie. “Man, you’re really at a new low.”

Honestly, if Steve didn’t know it would only encourage Tommy into bitching his head off, he’d point out Tommy has no room to talk since he’s working for his dad in a lame ass office job. No college for Tommy either, and at least Steve’s got a job without his dad having to intervene. 

“Look, do you really have nothing better to do, man?” He sighs, dragging a hand across his face. The clock above the kid’s aisle reads four in the afternoon; Steve’s still got another couple hour on his shift. “It’s goddamn Friday. Are you this pathetic?”

Okay, maybe egging Tommy on wasn’t his smartest idea. Tommy snarls, “shut the fuck up, asshole. Least I’m not the one slumming here– what, even your old man didn’t want you? Too stupid for even the copy machine of his fancy office, too many buttons for you?”

There’s a second of silent where Steve tries really hard not to show the full-body flinch he really wanted to do, the way this one isn’t as easy to shrug off. In fact, he’s still thinking up a way to make his face stop doing whatever it’s doing and come up with a witty response or whatever, when the pile of New and Exciting! tapes he and Robin had organized earlier toppled right down on Tommy. 

“What the fuck,” Tommy swears, stumbling back and tripping over his own feet, falling on his ass right in the middle of the store. Incidentally, it reveals the cause of the conveniently funny accident– behind him, by the door, all the kids are glaring at Tommy with big scowls on their faces. It’s kind of adorable, actually. Funny thing is, El is leading the pack, suspiciously wiping at her nose. 

Huh. “Huh,” Steve says smartly. Jesus, so much for not being a dumb ass. “Welcome to, welcome to– okay, what the hell, guys?”

“Hi, Steve,” El smiles like she didn’t just send Tommy sprawling again, “me and Will are visiting.”

“I, yeah, I can– hey, it’s, uh, it’s nice to see you, but,” he clears his throat, leans a little over the counter to check Tommy’s enraged face. It’s kind of funny, really, he looks like a demented goblin, all red in the face. “You okay there, man?”

“Fuck off, Harrington–”

“Oh my god, we literally just piled that shit up,” Robin speaks, suddenly materializing beside Steve, hands on her hips and scowling darkly at Tommy. Still, her eyes are sort of gleeful as she tears into him. “Okay, dude, that’s like, a super high offense here, so I’m truly, terribly sorry to say you’re banned.”

“And who the fu–”

“For life. Seriously,” she continues, talking over him while Dustin cheers loudly from the door and the rest of the kids snicker openly. “I’m this close to chasing you out with a broom.”

Tommy seethes. He squint-glares at Robin but the humiliation is starting to get to him, so again, like the cowardly bully he is, he takes off, awkwardly walking around Max’s death glare to stalk out the shop.

“Oh, my god, El, that was so awesome–”

“Oh man, I hope the tapes are okay–”

“Can anyone tell me who the hell that was–”

“Oh my god, Max, you know him, he’s the dick that always gives us shit–”

“Okay, I always wanted to ban someone for life–”

Everyone is talking all over each other as they’re wont to do anytime there’s more than three of them together in the same room and it’s not bad, not really, but it’s kind of overwhelming and Steve really needs a bit of silence to get his shit together.

“OKAY, OKAY,” Dustin yells over the ruckus, herding the kids to the counter and somehow that gets all eyes back on Steve. Goody. “So, oh my god, man, why didn’t you like, punch him in the face? Steve, Steve, you already won your first fight, that could’ve been your second, come on, Tommy Hall is a dick, no one likes him anyway, you could have totally beat him.”

Steve shrugs. “He’s been around for like, two months. Figured he would get bored eventually– it’s not a big deal, okay? Can we, can we for once, not make a big deal?”

“What?” Mike scoffs, all offended, and makes a face. “We never– you’re the one always screaming and making a big deal out of shit, oh my god, we just wanted to watch the new Alien movie.”

“That is true,” Robin muses, nodding sagely. Then, she narrows her eyes at Steve in that terrifying way that means she’ll know if he’s lying. “What do you mean he’s been around for two months? He’s been giving you shit all that time– why didn’t you say anything?”

“It’s not– I mean, it’s whatever,” he mumbles, shrinking away from her and her righteous fury, “not a big deal, okay? I mean, thanks guys, really, I, uh, appreciate it. And it’s always great to see Tommy make a fool of himself. But you don’t have to– you don’t gotta worry about me or anything, is all.”

“Steve!” Max cries, horrified.

“STEVE,” Dustin screams, loudly.

“Steve,” Robin huffs, weirdly quiet.

“You’re welcome, Steve,” El smiles.

“You were great, El,” Mike swoons.

“Oh, my god,” Lucas rolls his eyes.

“Are we still renting the tape?” Will asks awkwardly.

“It’s fine, you guys–” Steve starts.

“And anyway, I could totally beat him up for you if you wanted,” Max adds helpfully, “I’m pretty handy with your bat!”

Steve zeroes in on her. A thousand horrifying scenarios go through his mind of what sort of trouble they could be getting up to with his bat, oh my god, that’s– that’s basically a weapon, Jesus, they shouldn’t get anywhere near that shit– “Since when do you have my bat?”

“Dustin nicked it off your car last month when you were giving us a ride to move his stupid radio,” she explains brightly and innocently.

“Max!” Dustin says, with all the drama of someone feeling deeply betrayed, “Steve, I didn’t steal or anything, okay, I borrowed it– it’s totally different, and anyway it’s not like you were even using it!”

“Well, it doesn’t matter, because I’m getting it back,” he replies, his hands immediately going to his hips before he can cross them over his chest. See, this is exactly why people think he’s their babysitter. He’s not even getting paid, what the fuck. “Where did you shitheads hide it?”

“Like we’d tell you,” Mike rolls his eyes with all the scorn and arrogance of someone just entering high school. It’s great, Steve is only gonna strangle him.

“I swear to god– if that shit isn’t back on the trunk  of my car–”

“Come on, Steve, don’t be–”

“I SAID IF IT’S NOT BACK IN THE–”

“YEAH, WELL, MAYBE WE LOST IT IN THE WOODS, HAVE YOU THOUGHT OF THAT–”

“WHAT WERE YOU LOSERS EVEN DOING IN THE WOODS, OH MY GOD, WHAT THE HELL YOU GUYS–”

Robin is still watching him scream back and forth with the kids and she got this weird look in her eyes that Steve doesn’t know what it means, but he thinks it might mean something good. He hopes it means she likes the rest of the shitheads, hopes it means she would like to be part of their stupid, weird ass gang, because she’s kind of his best friend here. 

But anyway, he thinks it does mean that. Saving Steve’s ass from hearing Tommy Hall shit talking his life has got to be some sort of bonding experience and she does say hell yeah when Dustin suggests very forcefully that they all go get burgers on the diner two blocks down the street. So. There’s that.

By the time the moon is high in the sky, Tommy Hall and his bullshit is completely forgotten.

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If Only

Request: Somthig with Cold stone by Demi as inspiration for Steve Harrington x reader?

Word Count: 1,578

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

You know before you reach your locker before first period. Steve Harrington went on a date. A date. Big news around here.

And you, you’re the last one to hear about your best friend’s newest date. And he doesn’t even show up to your locker this cold Tuesday morning, leaving you to wonder where he is, what happened. He isn’t skipping, doesn’t have any more days left to do that, and he wasn’t supposed to be busy this week. Let alone have a date. What’s that about? And why isn’t he here to tell you about how poorly it went? That’s what you always do. You’re finally in the mood to tell him about how horribly the night with Danny was.

But he doesn’t show. You wait until your watch threatens to click onto the hour before slamming the locker door and slipping into the classroom across the way.

Steve went on a date without mentioning a single thing to you about it, and now he doesn’t even bother to show up.

It hits you as you settle into your seat, bag thudding against the dirtied tiles, shoulders hunching, ignoring the finger prodding your back, the harsh whispers asking you what’s going on with Steve and Nancy.

Three days ago. That’s what happened. That’s what changed. You squeeze your eyes shut, sucking in a deep breath, fighting the wave of anger and shame and frustration that threatens to sweep you away.

Stupid. You’re so stupid.

“Steve?” You push the ajar door to your house open fully, relieved that it’s a friendly face perched in the entrance to your house and not some creep burglar. “What are you doing here?”

He jumps to his feet, brows raised as though surprised by your arrival at your own home. “What?”

His ridiculous expression might be funny if it wasn’t for the odd way he keeps rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, is everything okay?”

He watches you toss your bag aside and slip your shoes off as he nods enthusiastically. Too enthusiastically. “Yeah. Yeah. Everything’s great. Just great.”

You stare at him, waiting for him to continue, to explain what the hell he’s doing here. It’s not that he isn’t welcome, per se. He’s your best friend, after all. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t unusual to find him sitting in your house waiting for you with an anxiety tense enough to set you on edge as well.

“So… what’s up?”

He shrugs. Is he bouncing up and down on his toes? What the hell? “Nothing. I just thought you’d be home soon, you know. Might want some company. The sun is setting earlier and earlier, you know.”

Figuring it’s best to just let him decide when to spill whatever he’s obviously holding back when he’s good and ready, you follow his example and shrug. Whatever. Steve’s always been a little weird. “Okay. Want to watch a movie or something? I just need to change.”

He brightens at this, latching onto the words, but the light only remains for a moment before it vanishes, his eyes falling to your socks. “I’d love that. But, uh, I can’t stay long.”

“Why not?”

“I have… my mom needs… I just—” he sighs, shoulders falling though his hand returns to the back of his neck. “Did you go on a date tonight?”

You blink. A date? That’s what he’s here about? Your stupid date with Danny? Danny had asked for one a week ago, had been bothering you for the past two weeks and you’d finally given in just to prove to him that you two are in absolutely no way compatible. And you think the point had gotten across quite well tonight. It’d been an utter train-wreck. He’d shown up late, you’d pricked your finger on the rose he offered and bled onto his shirt, then the movie you’d gone to see had been interrupted by a false fire alarm. After that, he’d just about dumped his entire soda on your lap. By the time he dropped you off home again, you’d both seemed to understand that the universe did not intend for the two of you to end up together.

“Did you?” Steve presses, dragging you out of the nightmare of tonight.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I did. With Danny.”

Steve’s expression shifts into something unreadable for a flash, just long enough for you to get a glimpse of the strange look, then he forces a strange grin onto his face. “How’d it go? Fun?”

“Uh, sure, yeah.” It wasn’t, at all, but you’re tired and want out of this dress and honestly, can’t you gossip with Steve tomorrow about this? All you want is to change and spend the night unwinding with your best friend. At least with him, there’s no awkward uncertainty, no stranger lack of chemistry. Honestly, sometimes the problem is the complete opposite. Sometimes, the way Steve looks at you, you think he might lean in and kiss you right then and there, but he never does. He always just sits back and rattles off some question about your day.

You think, sometimes, on the nights you dare to let yourself consider the possibility, that there might be something between you and Steve.

But he never says anything, and you don’t dare risk what the two of you have built between you over years, so you don’t mention it, and he doesn’t mention it, and the two of you continue as friends and nothing more.

Steve nods over and over, hand on the back of his neck, the very embodiment of the word anxious.

“Steve? Are you okay?”

A moment passes, then two, then he meets your eyes again and nods again, a smile reforming on his lips. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Listen, I need to go.” He grabs the door handle around you, careful not to brush your arm.

“Steve? Steve, what the hell?” You reach out, grab his arm as he brushes past you, rushing into the night like he can’t bear to see you anymore.

He yanks his arm from your grip, shaking his head, hair flopping around as he does. “I need to go. Sorry. I’m sorry.” He looks up at you, and you draw back from the regret in his frazzled features. “I’m sorry,” he mutters again, then he turns his back to you and disappears into the dark.

You call out for him a few more times, uselessly. He doesn’t answer.

Closing the door, you shake your head. Steve’s weird. So weird. Still, you can’t shake the feeling that this meant something, that maybe, maybe, it was jealousy. But that doesn’t make sense. It’s just Steve and it’s just you, right?

With a sigh, you decide to ask him about it on Friday when you see him again. Six days. You can handle that.

With a new flutter in your chest as you climb the stairs, you start wondering how to get rid of the new stain in your dress.

You hardly see Steve all day. Even when you notice him in the hallways between classes, he’s at Nancy’s side, head ducked down so she can hear whatever joke he’s telling. You wonder with a pang of jealousy if it’s one you’ve heard before. You’ve always been the sounding board for his best jokes.

You think at lunch as a swarm of other friends surround you, subtly probing you for information on Steve’s date like you’ll know something no one else does, which you honestly should and normally would, that he will seek you out, that he can’t spend all day gravitating toward some girl that he barely gave the time of day to a week ago.

But then it’s the end of the day and still you’ve heard nothing from him. Not even a note or a nod in the halls. Just silence. Utter silence. He’s treating you like trash, and he’s doing well, given that that’s about how you feel as you make your way to your locker, dragging your feet in the hopes that he may slide around to your side and wrap an arm around your shoulder and tell you some lame joke that he came up with earlier in the day.

But there is nothing but a shriek behind you.

You spin, as does everyone, to see Steve fully for the first time today. And it isn’t a pleasant sight.

He wraps an arm around Nancy’s waist, lifting her against his chest, spinning her.

You shove your books into your bag, cheeks burning, something in your chest shriveling into a ball of fire and anger. He was supposed to be yours. Your friend. Your happily ever after. If only—

You cut yourself off, slamming your locker door shut. It doesn’t matter. What if’s don’t matter. All that matters is that Steve has someone else, and he’s not in love with you like you’d thought. God, were you really so stupid as to believe that he’d once cared for you in that way? That he’d in any way reciprocated what you felt? That he ever could? You’re nothing but his old friend, and that’s all you’ll ever be.

He looks up, gaze falling on you automatically. A hook wrenches in your gut. He lifts a hand in a wave.

You clench your jaw, swing your bag onto your shoulder, and turn away.

How stupid to pretend that someone like him could ever care for someone like you.

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