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persage · 2 years

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My Responsibility - S.Harrington

Last Part (5)- To be Loved

Summary: After the events of Season 4 Steve has to deal with the consequences of his injuries and only the reader realizes his condition are getting worse.

This is a bonus chapter, it contains smut

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Tags: Angst! Romance! Smut! Steve HarringtonxBest Friend Reader. Found family trope.

Taglist: @carpediem1219 @redheadedfangirl1 @ducky-is-dead-inside @gloryofroses19 @lexiecamposv @xsammijoanneex @johnricharddeacy @thestarsandtheircoffee @hcloangcls

A/n=It's been a wonderful journey and I really want to thank everyone cause this was my first time publishing here and I couldn't imagine a better welcome. In this chapter, the last one of this story, you will find Steve and the reader finally having their moment. Before that a lot of our favorite found family.

Warning: this part contains SMUT at the end so if you feel uncomfortable feel free to skip (also that's my first time writing smut I hope it's not that bad, I tried to write something in line with the entire story) Hope you enjoy.

The end of the world hasn't come-not yet- though the war isn't over. The air in Howkins, Indiana, is tense and smells of death and all the possibilities and dreams that couldn't be saved, voids that cannot be filled. But there is a room in a refuge in the woods, where you can breathe something different: hope. A room where a boy sits on his unmade bed, still pale and worn out and certainly weak but alive against any reasonable explanation, against all statistics. And there is love in that room, an affection that is enough to ward off nightmares and the threat of the present and even Vecna.

There's Joyce Byers who continues to bring him strangely delicious soups, caresses his hair and treats him like a son more than his own mother ever did. "Why are you doing this?" He asks. Joyce just smiles, she doesn't have an answer: maybe 'cause Steve Harrington is alone and if there was Jonathan in his place, she would like someone to take care of him, or perhaps because Joyce is a good mom, taking care of troubled kids is her job, also it all started with Will and Steve could have turned away and pretended that none of this scary world existed but he helped Jonathan and Nancy a few years ago and that's why he's stuck in this bed now. Mrs Byers is sure that, at the time Nancy Wheeler was the main reason for Steve to run back in her house and kill the damn Demogorgon, but she also knows that the person in front of her now, who's eating her food with an enthusiastic smile on his face, wouldn't think twice about taking a bullet for her children and she's grateful for that.

Meeting Hopper is the strangest thing ever. It doesn't happen every day to find yourself in front of the hero of your city that everyone thought dead. Steve doesn't know what to say. "Hey chief welcome back to life, thanks for saving me and sorry if I've occupied your daughter's room for days and almost died in your tub." Not a good presentation, not at all. Furthermore, to be honest, Jim Hopper always gave him a certain awe, when he's in front of the man Steve is afraid of making a mistake, saying the wromg thing. He doesn't want the man to think he is stupid or an asshole. Maybe it's a reflection of his relationship with authority. "It's just that you have a problem with influential men. It's all your father's fault, but Hop isn't your father. He won't treat you badly if you don't give him reason to do so. " You have told him once and and you are right. You are always right when it comes to understand him, it's becoming annoying. It's like you know him better than he knows himself. Jim's the first to speak out, recognizing Steve' s embarrassment. "You've scared us, kid" Steve smiles politely. "So do you, sir"

"Harrington, I've carried you half-naked, sweaty and delirious in my arms more than I have done with my own daughter, I think you can call me Hopper now."

"I'm sorry, Hopper ... For the trouble I've caused."

"I'm sorry that you feel like a burden to us here." The men sighs and puts a hand on Steve's shoulder before sitting next to him "A few years ago I considered you just the rich, spoiled son of a self-centered father, one of many in this city. But you are not like that at all, you are brave and you really care about the kids. You are a good surprise Steve and I am happy I've helped you."

" I'm grateful, really" It feels so strange to be near him and feel so safe. "I wish we could've help you too....with whatever has happened to you" Hopper laughs. "Oh it's good story that starts with a Russian gulag and ends with a breakout led by Joyce and Murray. In between some torture by those bastards ... Dustin told me you know something about it." There is sadness and pain in the man's clear eyes, behind the seemingly playful tone Steve recognizes it: that fear, that masked suffering. It's the same one he feel, it's his way of dealing with trauma. "I know something, yes. But I think you've had worse."

"It will be a nice topic for discussion."

As days go by, Eleven continues to leave her room to Steve. "El I swear I can sleep on the couch."

"No, you can't" At night he hears her tiptoe in, watching if he's still breathing and every now and then she even has the courage to lie down beside him. Steve keeps his eyes closed and pretends to sleep not to embarrass her, also he casually drops an arm on her shoulders and hugs her gently. "I know you're awake" She murmurs. "I don't know what you're talking about." His voice is thick. "Anyway thanks."

"I don't know what you're talking about." She replies, giggling. For a moment she likes to think that she has someone to call a brother who doesn't have a number tattooed on his wrist or who doesn't turn out to be a monster like Harry Creel. Hawkins' people taught her to believe in good, after all, and she wants to give this good to others.

Nancy visits him often, sometimes even twice a day, once with Jonathan and once with Robin. It's weird to have her around after what has happened in the Upside down and all those confused feelings that brought them together somehow, but he likes the way she holds his hand and she cares about him. Steve realizes that until a few years ago he would have gone crazy seeing Nancy Wheeler hiding tears while hugging him again and now, even if he hates see her cry and wants to cheer her up, his heart is calm. He is waiting for something else, someone else. "I understand why you did it" Nancy looks around before speaking. Jonathan is respectfully waiting outside the door, giving them space, and Steve feels a little uncomfortable about this whole situation, even if Byers is quiet and calm and indeed has proved to be almost a friend, he cannot help but feel a tension. Steve looks at the Wheeler girl with his eyebrows joined in a confused frown. "What happened ... You know between us. Flirting, embarrassing statements, sharing silly dreams."

"Oh yes. ..that." Steve is ashamed, also he would like to point out that his dreams are not silly, but he doesn't. The truth is: if he could go back he is not sure if he would do things the same way however he doesn't really regret being close to her again, whatever thread unites Nancy and him exists and he cannot help but see it, perhaps he would erase something, he would pay more attention to the way in which your eyes darkened seeing him with the Wheeler girl, he would take your hand to carry you away from danger and he would keep you safe first. "You were scared Harrington." Nancy says. "And I was too. It's easier to retrace a path we know than to throw ourselves into something new. We know each other and in the last few days we have only taken back the beauty of what we had. The good things. Like a closed parenthesis, you and I work just like this."

"I don't understand what you're trying to tell me Nance."

"I mean," She grabs his hand with both of hers as you do when you have to explain a complicated thing to a child. "That I was scared about the whole situation with Jonathan, because I didn't know where we would end up and honestly I still don't know Steve and I'm terrified and you ... it's clear as day how you feel about Y/N. You two have come to the point where it's impossible to hide it.. So I believe it was easier for you turn your head towards me than to face her. "

Steve shakes his head. "Honestly... I don't know what to say."

"For once Steve, don't say anything." Nancy laughs, Steve joins her unable to erase the image of you from his mind and the words he heard you utter in that limbo between life and death. I love you. He sometimes thinks he has imagined them.

Robin visits are the longest, tied with Dustin. "And for a moment I thought you were dead and I swear, it was horrible ... In short, the city is still split in half and hell is becoming a real thing in the real world and you were dying , I felt like I ended up in a C-series drama movie." Steve simply nod as she rumbles." I cannot imagine how horrible it was Robs"

"Really, really horrible. Yes. That's it. Scary. Horrible. And you know what I thought? I thought that without you I would never have found the courage to talk to Vicky again and that you are the only one in the world that I trust. Frankly I thought about killing you and I'm still considering strangling you now. Oh God. Why the hell didn't you tell me before you dingus? Noooo, Steve Harrington has to play the hero and wait until he's one step away from hell to ask for help. You're so so stupid. Stupid suicidal dingus"

"Robs" Steve whispers, leaning in, pressing his forehead against hers. He feels guilty. "I was scared, I didn't want to fuck up your lives too or distract you when we were finally having a moment to breathe before, you know, the end of the world. But I promise, I never meant to hurt you."

"But Steve... You could never hurt me" Robin murmurs back, as fierce as he is scared. "The only thing that can hurt us is to lose you without even having a chance to save you. I know you don't understand it but these people love you." She squeezes her arms around him even tighter, her fingers digging in. "But you're okay now, aren't you?."

"I'm fine," Steve repeats breathlessly. "I'm fine." He presses a gentle kiss against her forehead.

With Dustin it's all chaotic, always and Steve loves him for that too. He fills his life with color. When he opens the bedroom door, Dustin slams into him without speaking. "Hey," Steve says immediately wrapping his arms around him. "Hey, hey, you're okay," Steve sooths, feeling Dustin taking deep hiccupping breaths in an attempt to not cry. "You're fine, I'm fine. We're all fine."

"Stop saying fine," Dustin mumbles into his shoulder. "You're a liar and I don't trust when you say you're fine, you always lie when you say you're fine and I'm not stupid."

"I'm not saying you're stupid"

"Indeed you are. You are stupid" Making sure he doesn't actually have anything broken, Dustin gives him a light blow on the back. "Stupid and selfish and careless. What the hell did you think? Why didn't you tell me?" He's angry and scared, he needs to let it all out and Steve understands it, so he lets him. "You were still mourning Eddie." He answers, simple ad that. "So you made a point of letting yourself die, to add yourself to my list of losses?"

"You know I didn't want this" Again, Steve feels guilty while Dustin sighs and hugs him tight. "I know, I know you didn't want to and that makes even angrier. "

"What can I do to be forgiven?" Harrington asks caressing the kids hair. Henderson smiles. "As soon as this is over you will take me to see Suzie. And you will also bring Y/N and we will have a magical double date."

"Again? Why is everyone obsessed with this Y/N thing" And Dustin laughs harder because he's never seen Steve Harrington blush so much.

When you walk through the door, you make everything fade away. There's no roof, no walls. Just you and your precious smile. You spend all your time with Steve, returning home only to change clothes or reassure your parents - who are too busy helping other survivors to pay attention on you anyway. You haven't had a chance to talk to Steve yet, partly because you think it's selfish to have a conversation about feelings when Steve has nearly died a few days ago, partly because you're afraid of what's to come, whatever it is. In the last days you have only talked about the past to avoid the present. When Steve looks at you it all seems new to him and it's not just a new chance. No, it seems to him that you could be his beginning, the incipit of his story and in his heart also the end no matter when it will be. He realizes that Nancy is right and that what he was doing wasn't exactly the heroic deed he believed. It's a coward action, walking away with the excuse of protecting you when he actually feared of hurting himself. Thinking about one person for life and being content with others, what an incredibly ridiculous move.

Today you are different than usual, you look more tired and worn out than ever. "When was the last time you slept? " Steve asks you. "You don't have to worry about it" And without answer, he knows: since this damn story began. You've risked losing him and now you can't close your eyes without seeing his cold and motionless body.

"Come here." It’s the magic words you’ve been waiting for. You just need this: him, his warmth, his soft skin against yours and you try suppress a burning desire which inflames you. You want to feel him against your body, alive. You can't confess it, it seems ridiculous and stupid and wrong in a million ways. When he holds you close, you breathe his scent and it is familiar, like finding a part of yourself. You feel the strong urge to let yourself go, to burst into tears for all the times you haven't been able to do it these days, bottling the emotions in a crystal vase ready to break. You want to stay in his embrace forever, let yourself be lulled by his heartbeat and make a huge mistake. You want to kiss him, you really want to kiss him and feel his breath inside you. You both cling on eachother, clumsy, looking for one another with your hands, arms, legs. It's like finding each other all over again. The way his hands move down your back and then through your hair makes you realize that he feels the same.

"Did you really mean it?" Steve asks. You come off slowly, observing him. Steve'seyes are brighter, he is frail and has never been more beautiful than in this moment. "What?"

"You said you loved me while i was, you know, dying... Or maybe I just imagined it, but I need to know. I need to know what you feel for me. What is this?" You let your gaze slide between his eyes and his lips and he does the same, there is a strange sensation, the anticipation of something great. You know what's going to happen and you've never happier and more desperate.

"Yes. I said it and I think it" You throat is dry as you finally confess.

"I love you, I feel like you are the reason I exist, like I was born to love Steve Harrington, to protect him. You" Your voice is a broken whisper, full of feelings repressed to the point of exhaustion for months, years. Maybe a whole life. "You're my responsibility Steve. And I love you so much it actually hurts." When he finally kisses you it feels like you have lived your whole life holding your breath at the bottom of the sea.

Steve doesn't know what to say, for someone accustomed to the coldness of his parents, to the idea that if they don't love him then no one will be able to do it, it is difficult to express the bitter sweet feeling that explodes in his chest like volcano. It is a mist of gratitude, adoration, affection, respect, he would like to grab the moon and the stars and give them to you, reach out to make you touch the sky but he can't. So he just does what his heart screams. "I love you" He repeats, continuing to kiss you. Your cheeks, your neck, your lips, your eyes, every part of you is inflamed by Steve Harrington. And you love him. You love him and you can finally say it and you feel free.

You want more and you are afraid to make a move cause there's the possibility it's rushed. Yet it doesn't seem like it after so many years of waiting. The fear of losing him again is too much to bare and now you are aware that you don't know what tomorrow may have in store for both of you and there is only now. You have to live the moment. You don't want to miss anything. No regrets.

And God, Steve Harrington loves you.

Steve lets his lips run down your neck to the hem of the shirt and pulls it down to kiss as much skin as possible. "Steve" You whisper.

"Sorry" He says moving away, intimidated. "No" You take his hand and bring it to your chest where your heart is beating out. "I want everything. I want you." He smiles and there's fear in his eyes, like he's terrified of seeing you run away at any moment. "Are you sure?" You nod and kiss him again, harder, letting your hands slide under his shirt to touch his chest. He takes it off quickly before taking off yours more delicately. With his fingertips he sifts your breasts, while you take off your bra, and trembling like a leaf he places sweet kisses on your nipples. You get closer, a visceral need to feel every inch of his body on yours, his smooth and warm skin. So you get on his lap, and you feel him grown hard against his pants. You move gently, knowing that he is still not well and he needs time to recover. You sway over him, softly, still dressed, making him moan lightly in your chest.

"Let me take care of you now" It's not a question, he pushes you down in a slow motion, making you lie on your back while pulling off your pants. Steve Harrington has seen you many times in infinite ways, but watching you half-naked under him is like meeting you for the first time. You are ready for him, eyes are full of devotion and desire and lips swollen from his kisses. "You're awesome" He slowly lowers placing kisses on you belly, sucking your skin and you just want him to come back up to you, to crush you with his body. His fingers push your underwear aside to trace circles around your clit. Your soft moans fill the air and your hands grip at his shirt, pleading, desperate. You open your eyes, barely aware that you'd closed them as he swipes his thumb against you slowly, touching all the right places in all the right ways. He seems to know your desires, he understands exactly what to do to you and how to do it. You've never felt so loved and overwhelmed in your entire life. "Steve," you whisper, looking up at him and searching for some kind of reassurance. Your voice is hoarse. "I need you closer"

"I'm here, I'm here for you" Once again, two long fingers unceremoniously slide into you. Curses fall from your lips as he begins to push in and out, thumb still brushing over your clit as you find yourself clenching around him. Your head tips back in pleasure, and his lips now explore every part of your neck. Your own hands find their way up into his hair. "You're so beautiful," He says softly, pausing to nip at your earlobe. You arch your back, desperate for more. He curls his fingers inside you, massaging your weakest point then he return to your belly, kissing his way down to your lap, your inner tight, biting sensitive spots. His tongue darts out, hot and wet as it brushes over your folds, fingertips paling against your skin. You whimper as he continues to lick at you, kissing you clit, filling you with his expert tongue.

"I want you Steve ... Please" He pauses tilting his head up to look at you your fingers tight against his scalp.

"I mean, are you sure?" He demands, eyes lit up by something new you can't define. Passion and terror. He doesn't want to ruin things. "I don't want you to regret jt." You cup his face in your hands. "Trust me there's nothing I want more." You lean in to kiss him again, and he nips at your bottom lip playfully. He took his time pulling the underwear down your legs slowly. Now fully naked, you embrace a moment of confidence and spread your legs wide as he place himself between them. He is kissing you again as your hands find his boxers to shove them away. His cock brushes against your inner thigh and you gasp softly. You caress him first slowly then you stroke faster and faster, he enjoys your movements growing even harder and bigger in your hands and you find yourself in adoration while observing the expressions of pure pleasure that cross his face. Steve carefully removes your fingers and positions himself between your legs as he presses his tip to your entrance softly. You kiss the side of his face, his jaw, his neck. Your body open, waiting. When he begin to fill you you can feel every single centimeter, all of him. He slowly pushed himself deep inside of you and you must say it hurts more than you've thought. You don't want to ruin the moment, you can't, so you try to hide the pain, but Steve notices anyway and starts kissing your forehead, caring and sweet.

"If you want..."

"No, don't stop. Never do that."

His mouth lingers above yours, and makes sure you become more comfortable with his presence before he began to rock his hips a little further, pulling almost all the way out, then thrusting back into you. Despite the pain - which slowly begins to transform into something else - he felt so, so good inside of you. You grip him securely with one hand and put the other gently on his face.

"Holy shit," His voice is raspy, his movements limiting due to the physical weakness . Lifting your hips, you move up with him, meeting together until you are full of him completely. He sighs quietly and groans, putting his hand under your back to lift you up a bit more. A sharp tingle of pleasure erupts as he finds a good angle. You open your mouth careful not to let out any sounds, terrified that anyone might hear you. He lifts himself a bit more too, holding your hips and fucking you harder, the friction of his cock moving against your clit.

You whispers his name sharply.

"Oh ... fuck. I love you so much Y/ N," He gasps his jaw clenched and sharp.

With a last gentle push you fall over the edge. You explode in the orgasm as he continues to move his hips through the wave. His eyes are closed tightly as he came too. He drops by your side and he let his head rest against your chest, trying to take a breath, listening to your furious heart like his favorite melody, his hand holding yours tightly.

The world is ending, but there' a room in a shelter, where you and Steve Harrington can love each other as if it's your last day on earth- and nobody knows if it actually is- clinging on each other trying to banish the fear of the future and the present.

There is a boy and you love him with all your heart, with all your soul. You can imagine a future with a big house and lots of children and all those stupid things that can't fit your young age. He gives you dreams when you don't have the strength to imagine them. There is a boy, he is your heart. You've lost him, you've found him again and you'll not let him go another time. You're going to protect him as long as this cursed world will allow you.

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The Freak and the Jedi (Eddie Munson x female!Henderson!reader)

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Words: 759 Warnings: break up angst, mentions of Will's disappearance, and Barb's death. A/N: welcome to the mind of a stranger things fan who refuses to accept eddie munson is dead. this prologue is set during season 1, episode 8 (The Bathtub), right after El finds Will and Barb on the Upside Down. reader is Dustin's older sister.

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Hawkins Middle School, 1983

“Hey, it’s me,” I looked down at my dirty shoes, kicking the dirt around. “Sorry I’m calling now, a few things came up at home,” I closed my eyes, silently exhaling away from the phone.

“Everything alright? I can come over,” his voice was breathy, quiet. Anxious.

I shook my head quickly. “No, no, it’s fine,” tears were slowly gathering in my eyes. "I'm not even home right now."

“I can tell it’s not. Did I do something wrong? Where are you?” I could feel his lips trembling, even from the distance. Very few people knew him with his guard down, and he was about to lose one of them.

“No, Eddie, you did nothing wrong, you’ve done everything right,” I braced myself. “I just… I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

Eddie was silent for a few minutes. I was covering my mouth with my hand, preventing loud sobs from escaping. My head and my heart were both hurting, aching for the boy on the other line. I knew I was doing the right thing, protecting him. But I couldn't ignore the hollow feeling in my chest as I thought about life without him.

“But why? Baby please, tell me what’s wrong,” Eddie cried. His room was silent, the only sound coming from his voice. The silence hurt even more. I wished I could've held him, just one last time.

I looked up at the night sky, the stars bright and mocking at my despair. I could hear Hopper calling for Joyce on the other side of the building, driving off in his truck in search of Will. Nancy had run away from the gym as soon as El had delivered the news about Barb. I had been worried sick every day for Dustin, wondering what would be of us if he also disappeared. Even though I had seen things that were impossible, I could only think back to the night Will was taken, wondering where I'd be, what I'd have done, had Dustin been the one gone. I couldn’t let Eddie be the next.

“Listen, Eddie, so many things are happening right now,” it felt good not to lie, at least partially. “I need to take care of my brother, I have to be there for them,” tears fell freely from my eyes. “And you have your own issues too, with your dad and your uncle... this is just too much for us right now, we're only kids,” I was gasping for air, my brain fighting with my heart. “I hope you can understand it. And I really hope you don’t hate me for it either.”

Eddie didn’t respond for a couple of seconds. I was waiting for the call to end.

“I could never hate you,” was his only response. I knew there was more he wanted to say, but the longer I heard his voice, the longer I wanted to keep the conversation going, and I couldn’t afford that. It was now or never.

“I love you, Eddie,” I sobbed, my grip on the phone becoming weaker. It kept slipping from my fingers, the pain coming in waves through my chest. I was violently shaking in place and it wasn’t due to the cold.

“I know,” with that, he ended the call.

I stood there, my hands gripping the phone booth’s panels as I cried. I was suddenly rethinking all my life choices, wondering if I had made the right decision. Flashbacks of all the time spent together flooded my mind, making me wish for the normal life I always complained about before we were all dragged into this mess.

And the worst part was, nobody knew about us.

The sudden noise of the school door opening and locking heavily distracted me. I wiped my tears off and walked around the building, finding Nancy and Jonathan about to get into their car, ready to drive away.

“Where are you going?” I called after them. They both turned around in shock.

“To finish what we started,” Nancy had a fierce look on her face, although her eyes softened when she took in my puffy eyes, even despite the lack of light. “Are you okay?” she took a couple of steps towards me, grabbing my arm comfortingly.

I did the same to her, knowing her fury came in seeking revenge for her lost friend. “I’ve been better. Are you alright?” I asked her in return.

She shook her head slightly. “I’ll be once this is over,” she said. “Let’s go,” she gripped my arm and walked me towards an impatiently waiting Jonathan, who was ready to protest. “We need as many hands as we can get,” she said as she opened the door, quickly getting inside the car and buckling herself up.

Jonathan cursed and hopped into the driver’s seat. “What about the kids?” he asked as he put the key into the ignition.

A pang went through my chest at the thought of them, sitting alone at the gym, but knowing they would be safe there as we dealt with the Demogorgon ourselves, I shrugged. “They’ll be fine. They have Eleven.”

Needless to say, I was wrong.

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stranger-marauders · 2 years

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fractured

eleven: the superspy

chapter summary: Kate rushes to find her father with Joyce, Bob, Mike, and Will before something terrible happens to him. Steve does something he should have done a long time ago.

chapter warnings: language

word count: 2.5k

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STEVE NEVER THOUGHT that he would be the one to officially break up his relationship with Nancy Wheeler, but he knew it was past time to do so. As he approached the Wheelers' home, roses in hand, he knew it was time to officially break off the relationship he fought so hard for in the first place.

Steve had come to the realization after spending so much time with Kate that he didn't love anyone else the way he loved her. She truly was perfect for him, and it had taken him much too long to actually do something about it. Now that he was older, he realized that he had made so many stupid decisions regarding Kate, so many mistakes. He couldn't believe it had taken him so long to realize he was in love with her. For example, if you thought for years that your first kiss was going to be your best friend, you didn't like them like a best friend. He wouldn't let himself make another mistake with her, never again.

He knew for what it was worth, his and Nancy's relationship had been over for a long time, perhaps before it had even truly begun. It was a thought that he had gotten used to, especially because last he'd heard, Jonathan and Nancy had already been together since the Halloween party. Even if they'd never technically broken up, he tried to brush it off. That's why he wanted to talk to Nancy about officially ending their relationship: he didn't want there to be any misunderstanding about anything. Even with all of that in mind, it still somewhat pained him to end something that he'd given up practically everything to have.

Even after everything he'd given up for their relationship, for Nancy, he knew it was for the best: it was his first step to permanently having Kate back, and possibly as even more than a best friend.

As he got closer to the Wheelers' front door, he started to mumble to himself. "Listen… I've been thinking… We should break up… I'm sorry." He lowered his voice even more. "I'm sorry? What the hell am I sorry for?"

Before he could continue on with his rambling, however, someone called out to him. "Steve."

He turned to find Dustin Henderson standing in the driveway, a boy he had never spoken more than two sentences to.

He knew of Dustin, as well as his friends, because of Nancy's brother Mike. During his and Nancy's relationship, he had seen the kids at the Wheelers' house multiple times, mostly because they all liked hanging out at Mike's place (more specifically in the basement). While he had seen the kids, including Dustin, multiple times, he couldn't think of a time where he'd actually talked to any of them. Steve knew that Kate knew them well enough: he knew that they all got Christmas and birthday presents from her that year, and she would also give them rides home if it was raining, telling them that she'd take them to school the next morning if they'd leave their bikes behind. With that being said, he couldn't quite figure out why Dustin was outside of the Wheelers' house and not inside.

"Are those for Mr. or Mrs. Wheeler?" he asked.

Steve looked down to the bouquet of roses in his hand. "No."

"Good." Dustin quickly snatched the roses out of his hand, walking in the direction of Steve's car.

"Hey, what the hell? Hey!"

"Nancy isn't home."

"Where is she?" Steve asked. Of course she wasn't home—that really blew the plans he'd already made in his head for that night.

"Doesn't matter. We have bigger problems than your love life." Dustin opened the door to Steve's car, almost like he was going to get inside. "Do you still have that bat?"

"Bat? What bat?"

"The one with the nails?" Dustin asked, moving the bouquet of roses around like it was the weapon.

"Why?"

"I'll explain it on the way," he said, moving to sit in the passenger's seat.

"Now?"

"Now!" Dustin shouted at him as he ran to the other side of the car.

Steve, once again, had no idea what he was getting himself into.

Once the sun had set, the tension in the Byers' car had increased. Kate had only been listening to the others in the car as she stared out the window, trying not to make herself sick. She could only hope their map was right.

"There's nothing. There's nothing here," Mike said.

"Are… Are we close?" Joyce asked.

"We're in the vicinity."

"What's that mean, the vicinity?" Joyce asked again.

"It means we're close. I don't know. It's not precise," Bob replied.

"But we did all that work!" she shouted.

"I told you, the scale ratio is not exactly one-to-one. We needed to take—"

"Turn right!" Will shouted suddenly.

"What?"

"I saw him."

Kate's heart skipped a beat, then started to thump quickly whenever it started back up again. "Where?"

"Not here. In my now-memories!"

"In your what?" Bob asked.

"Now-memories" was how Will and Joyce described the visions he'd been getting, the ones that linked him to the Upside Down. While there was more terminology he used to describe what he was going through, Will's now-memories had been the most important to them as of late.

"Turn right!"

Without a second thought, Joyce immediately turned the steering wheel, flying right through the sign to the pumpkin patch. Every person in the car screamed until they stopped right in front of Hopper's SUV, almost tapping the back of it.

They'd found him.

"Are you okay?" Joyce called, looking to the backseat for only a second.

"Superspy," Mike replied.

"What's Jim doing here? Joyce?"

"Boys, Kate, I need you to stay here."

"No, Mom, Mom, Mom, it's not safe," Will whined.

"He's my dad! He's not safe!" Kate shouted.

"That's why I need you to stay here! Stay here!" she said firmly, getting out of the car with Bob. Once they'd left, Joyce immediately started calling for the man. "Hopper!"

Kate only watched as the two adults slipped down the hole that her father, presumably, had dug and gone down into himself. As they sunk down into the hole in the ground, her stomach started to churn. "I need some air."

Without another word, she stepped out of the car, leaning on the side of her dad's SUV. As she began to get lightheaded, she could only watch as the two boys also stepped out of the car, only staring at the whole in front of the two cars.

"Do you see anything?" Mike asked his friend. "I mean, in your now-memories?"

Will only shook his head in response.

Before anyone else could add to the conversation, cars, seemingly coming out of nowhere, started to flood the pumpkin patch.

"What the hell?" Kate asked, squinting as the headlights started to multiply. She moved to stand defensively in front of the boys, using her arm to shield her eyes from the bright headlights. When her eyes had finally adjusted, she found the cars to be none other than vans with "Hawkins Electricity" written on the side of them.

The vans belonged to Hawkins Lab.

As people stepped out of the vans wearing either suits or protective gear, the other three felt awkward and out of place. Out of nowhere, however, Will grunted and fell to the ground, starting to seize.

Mike and Kate dropped down to the ground next to him almost immediately, trying to hold him still.

"Will? Will, you okay?"

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Kate said reassuringly, her eyebrows furrowing together as she tried holding him still.

When Will only screamed in pain, seizing even faster than Kate thought was humanly possible, the other two could only step back to watch him in horror.

Kate had barely been able to catch up with Mike as they carried Will in a stretcher down to the operation room.

She had only seen her father for a second before he had been shoved into one of the vans owned by the lab—he had thrown her his keys, telling her to drive the SUV back to the lab. She hadn't seen him since then, ut had only followed his directions.

When she finally pulled into the lab, she police-parked her dad's SUV (the way he certainly always seemed to do so), running after Bob, Mike, and the Byers as Will was wheeled into the lab on a gurney. As the boy screamed in agony, she had to stop herself from sobbing. She only wished there was something she could do for him to alleviate the pain he'd had.

Once they'd made it to a room, the doctors in the lab quickly began to analyze him. "Heart rate two-twenty. Temperature one hundred and six. Will, where does it hurt?"

"All… over…," Will groaned through his oxygen mask.

"She says he feels like he's burning. Check for burns," an older doctor said, Dr. Owens.

They split his shirt open, revealing no burns on his chest at all, but only sweaty, pale skin. "I don't see anything."

"Where does it hurt the most, Will?"

"Everywhere! Everywhere!"

Kate could only watch as Joyce sobbed and Bob held her close—she couldn't help but let a tear fall as Mike clung to her for comfort.

Steve never thought he'd find himself with a thirteen-year-old boy on a Saturday night.

Dustin didn't plan on bringing up the second bouquet of roses he'd found in the passenger's seat, which he'd since moved to the back to try and keep intact. He had a strong feeling about who they were for, especially since he'd found Steve obviously trying to break up with Nancy.

Steve, however, wanted to slap himself—his plans for the night had been completely derailed. His plans for that Saturday night were to, after breaking up with Nancy, of course, to find Kate and tell her about how he felt. He'd planned to bring her roses and everything, the bouquet still sitting in his car. Even though he was pretty sure Kate hated cheesy stuff like that, he didn't care. Considering he didn't chicken out, his plan was to tell her that he was in love with her and had been for a very, very long time. If she felt the same way (which he really, really hoped she would), he'd even planned the perfect date for the two of them.

As "Hammer to Fall" played on the radio, one of the songs off of the new Queen album Kate liked so much, he only thought about her more. He thought back to when she had been with him again.

She'd been sitting in the passenger's seat, and they had been driving back from Melvald's back to his house. Whenever she'd heard the first couple of seconds of "Hammer to Fall," she'd immediately turned the volume up. "I love this song!"

"It just came out!" he'd shouted over the radio, the entire car thumping.

"And?" she'd replied, stifling a laugh as she sang along to the radio.

He couldn't have stopped himself from smiling and laughing even if he'd wanted to as she'd tried to shout over the music, butchering the song entirely. "How the hell do you know the words already!"

"It's catchy, okay!" she replied, taking a break during one of the instrumental breaks. "I like Queen!"

"Yeah, no shit!"

Steve had been pulled back to reality when Dustin explained the situation that he'd been dealing with, especially when he had used the words "baby Demogorgon" to describe the creature currently locked in his storm cellar.

"Wait a sec. How big?" he finally asked.

"First it was like that," Dustin said, using his hand to show the original size of his former pet Dart. "Now he's like this."

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

"It's not a lizard!"

"How do you know?"

"How do I know if it's what?"

"how do you know it's not just a lizard!" Steve shouted. Even if he didn't want to be distracted when he had much more important priorities, for example, Kate, he certainly only hoped Dustin was bothering him about some type of oversized lizard—he couldn't take the creature being anything else.

"Because his face opened up and he ate my cat," Dustin replied.

Steve hesitated but nodded once reluctantly. While that sounded just like the Demogorgon that he'd encountered last year, what Dustin had described was much too small to be another one of those.

Once they'd pulled into Dustin's driveway, Steve popped the trunk of his car to retrieve his bat, and they walked to the cellar that had been latched shut by a lock and chains.

"I don't hear shit," Steve said to the younger boy, still staring at the closed cellar doors seemingly with fear.

"He's in there," Dustin replied, still showing fear.

Steve hesitated, but he finally tapped the door with the bat.

Nothing.

He hit the door harder—whatever had supposedly been in there would have had to hear his knocking this time.

Nothing again.

Steve turned to Dustin, pointing his flashlight in his face. "All right, listen, kid. I swear, if this is some sort of Halloween prank, you're dead. All right?"

"It's not a prank," Dustin replied, squinting at the light. "Get that out of my face."

"You got a key to this thing?" Steve asked, lowering the flashlight from his face. Whenever they finally got it open, he kneeled down next to the gaping dark hole of the cellar, looking into its seemingly endless tunnel down. He pointed the flashlight down the stairs, seeing absolutely nothing.

"He must be further down there," Dustin explained nervously. "I'll stay up here in case he tries to escape."

Steve looked back up at Dustin and shook his head once, sighing as he began his descent into the cellar from hell.

Once he'd made it down, he pulled the string to the cellar light, immediately noticing something on the floor. He held it up with his bat, studying it. He couldn't figure out what it was—it almost looked like a layer of skin that had been shed. However, before he could analyze it for long, he noticed something even more worrisome in the corner.

Startling Dustin slightly, he shined the flashlight back up at the boy to get his attention. "Get down here."

Steve showed the boy the molted skin, holding it up with his bat. Dustin replied, "Oh shit." However, when he pointed to the hole in the wall, seeming to tunnel somewhere, Dustin replied even louder, "Oh shit!"

Both of them moved closer to the hole in the wall, which had been created by pulling the bricks out of the cellar wall, tunneling into the ground. "No way."

Steve almost didn't want to know where those tunnels lead.

Almost.

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(Part 5)

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairings: Steve X Billy

Words: 856

Description: Hopper invites Joyce and her kids over for dinner, Max and Will invite their friends. Things don’t go as planned.

Part 4:

The day had started out okay, waffles with El, pain meds, tv break, reading, lunch, pain meds, playing outside and now dinner. Just before dinner actually.

Hopper had invited Joyce over, along with her children which meant that max invited all her friends too. A whole gaggle of preteens were seated in the living room, Billy's space.

He'd been sleeping better after getting his old things from the house. The small locket kept safely in his bedside drawer, stuffed bear hidden in between his bed and the wall. Other trinkets hidden as well.

Though he'd never admit it, Billy liked spending time with the girls. El was sweet and she really seemed to like his sister and him for some odd reason. They'd been sitting peacefully when the herd had migrated into his natural habitat.

They all glared at him, as always, while stomping into the once quiet room. El had made a point of telling him all the kids names as if he didn't know already.

At first he thought he could handle the noise, the hustle and bustle, he was wrong.

Billy was sitting in the living room, it was dark outside, his head had in his hands. The room was filled with the loud chatter of children as they played their stupid dragon game.

Pushing his palms deeper into his eyes, Billy tried to push the sound away. His head was aching, ever since starcourt he'd been getting headaches, bad ones, along with muscle aches and spams, deep searing pains.

The little curly haired twerp, Dustin, was yelling about bards, Max and Mike were arguing about constitution or something and Lucas was being his normal brat self, glaring at Billy the whole time.

It got even worse when King Steve decided to grace them with his presence. The group had started yelling and jeering happily at his arrival. Hopper and Joyce had left to get some ingredients.

He just couldn't take it anymore, no matter where he went the noise never dissipated, his head felt like it was splitting open.

"Jesus Christ could please just shut the fuck up!" Billy shouted, arms waving. He stood up quickly and tried to turn away, but of course king Steve had to get in the way.

"Hey man why don't you cool off!" Billy scoffed and slipped away walking closer to the back door.

Steve reached out and grabbed the other boy’s arm. Billy jerked back into the wall with a loud noise. His head jerked to the side as soon as he realized what he had done, his eyes closed tightly.

Instead of the harsh slap he was used to, Billy was greeted by nothing but silence. He's so fucking stupid. Billy pushed Steve away and grabbed his lighter on the way out the door.

Max watched with wide eyes filled with fear. She'd never seen Billy flinch before, it made her heart hurt. Not because he flinched, but because of what the flinch meant. It meant that he was expecting to be hit, that it had happened so many times before he felt the need to prepare himself.

Steve watched as Billy stormed out of the house, shit. As soon as he heard the door slam shut, Steve jumped into action, chasing after the other boy.

Billy sat alone on the porch, head held in his hands. Steve walked over slowly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Hey man, I'm sorry I didn't mean to-." He sighed and trailed off.

"What you come out here to see what's become of the Billy Hargrove, here to rub my nose in what a pussy I am?" He asked. Billy's usual bite was replaced with a weak anger.

Steve sat himself down next to the other boy, closer than he'd ever been before. He reached out a hand again, brushing over his shoulder softly.

"Oh course not Billy, I just- I shouldn't have grabbed you like that I'm sorry I-." Steve's words were stopped by shock as Billy's head whipped around, they were nose to nose.

Steve swallowed thickly and forced himself to stutter out a few words.

"I um- uh..." he was interrupted yet again by Billy jerking forward and crashing their lips together.

Steve's brain must have short circuited, because all thoughts left his head. All he could think about was how nice Billy's chapped lips felt on his own. All he could focus on was the way Billy's large calloused hands trailed up his back so gently.

Steve looped an arm around the other boy's waist, pulling him in deeper. His other arm came to rest gently on Billy's chiseled jawline, slightly peppered with stubble.

Steve could feel Billy brushing a hand through his hair and their foreheads touched. Finally they hand to pull away to catch a breath of air. Their foreheads stayed together, noses brushing softly.

All that could be heard was their rough panting in unison.

"You tell anyone about this Harrington and I swear-."

"Just shut up." Steve launched forward kissed the man again. They bled into each other, where one began and the other ended became blurred and blended.

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