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kaylawritesfics · 2 years

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hi! i love your henderson!reader and byers!reader so much 😭 would it be alright if i request a max's step sister headcanons? she's the complete opposite of billy BUT they get along really well, like the only person billy treats nicely, plus she and max are very close with each other too. thank you!

+ you can disregard this ask but i think i forgot to specify the max's step sibling request. it's with steve by the way thank u sm 💗

Dating Steve Harrington and Being Max’s Step Sister

summary: headcanons for dating steve and being max’s favorite sibling

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader (hargrove-mayfield!reader)

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of abuse, mentions of canon typical violence, mentions of death/grieving, a couple sad moments, billy

note: i love max so much she needs a stable sibling tbh i’m rlly excited for this one !! also thank you so much anon i really appreciate the love and support i hope u have a fantastic day !! this does contain minor stranger things 4 spoilers !!

The day your father married Susan was simultaneously the best and worst day of your life.

On the good side, you got a new step sister, Max, who you absolutely loved. On the bad side, however, you had to move from your home in California to Hawkins, Indiana.

You were a year younger than Billy and a few years older than Max.

Even though he could be a major asshole, you loved your brother and he treated you better than he treated others.

You and Max hit it off right away. She tries to teach you how to skateboard and play video games and you give her boy advice and rides to the arcade whenever she needs.

Throughout the moving process, you tried to be there for your siblings as much as you could, knowing both of them were taking it pretty horribly. Max was leaving behind all of her childhood friends and you and Billy were leaving behind the house where you created so many memories with your mother before she died.

Starting fresh at a new school was tough for you and Max, however Billy seemed to be getting along pretty well.

Billy would threaten anybody who even looked at you the wrong way. You were his baby sister and he would protect you from anything.

You met Steve in science class after the two of you were partnered together.

He had already heard about a lot about you. You were Billy’s sister, which created a lot of gossip throughout the halls of Hawkins High.

Steve was a little intimidated by you at first, having met your brother already. However, as you guys talked, he realized that you were nothing like Billy.

You were quiet and sweet and you seemed to be really smart. Steve absolutely adored you.

It wasn’t long before you and Steve started dating, which frustrated the shit out of Billy. You were his little sister and of course he wanted you to be happy and loved but he despised Harrington and couldn’t stand the thought of his baby sister being around him.

This causes a lot of arguments between you and your brother because, while he really did just want the best for you, he was smothering you.

You and Billy didn’t talk for a week. With you angry at him, he took his frustration out on Max, which only made you more upset with him.

You frequently cried to Steve about your deteriorating relationship with your older brother while he held you. He felt guilty for being the cause of your straining relationship.

Steve decided to take matters into his own hands no matter how badly he hated Billy. They were able to talk things through and agreed to be civil for your sake.

Billy stared anxiously at the door, listening to the muffled laughter from inside. His stomach twisted in knots as he raised his hand to knock. As he did so, he heard the laughter stop and footsteps neared the door. You opened the door to find Billy standing there, looking awfully guilty. “Hey,” Your voice was small as you sent him an awkward smile. “Do you need something?” You asked, fiddling with a string from your pajama shorts. Billy peered behind you to see Max sitting criss cross on your bed, a few comic books and magazines spread around her. “Can you give us a second, Max?” Max nodded, excusing herself to the kitchen, smiling as you ran a hand over her hair when she passed by. You stepped to the side, letting Billy enter. “I talked to Harrington,” He mumbled, flopping down on your bed. He picked up a magazine and started flipping through it, rolling his eyes and scrunching his nose at the girlish nature of it. You furrowed your eyebrows, snatching the magazine away and placing it on your nearby nightstand. “About what, exactly?” You asked, the hostile tone in your voice was foreign to Billy and he didn’t like it. “We’re civil. If you’re gonna date him, I won’t stop you. But if he hurts you, I swear to god, I’ll kill him.” Billy stood up, crossing his arms defensively. You let out a small laugh at his protectiveness and wrapped your arms around him. “Thanks, Billy,” You mumbled as he returned your hug. “No problem, kid.”

You often play peacemaker between Billy and Max. They don’t seem to see eye-to-eye on anything. You eventually convince Billy to be a little less terrorizing towards her.

Max is grateful because, while Billy still yells at her when she’s a little late, at least he doesn’t actively try to run her over anymore.

It makes you sad that they don’t have a good relationship, knowing that Max deserves to have the same relationship with your brother that you had growing up.

However, somehow Max finds that relationship with Steve.

Max loves Steve, especially after he begins his role as “babysitter”

While she may not have a very good relationship with her real brother, she’s so appreciative of Steve and really begins to see him as a brother figure. She secretly hopes that the two of you get married so she can have him as a real brother.

Max often sneaks into your room late at night and climb into your bed. She gets a little scared sleeping on her own.

By some sort of miracle, you convince Billy and Max to have a movie night with you. You purposely chose the worst movies and spend half the night making fun of them. In the morning, Susan finds the three of you in a mess of limbs on the couch. There’s popcorn everywhere, Billy’s arm is wrapped around your shoulder and Susan can count at least six pieces of popcorn decorating his hair. Max is laying halfway on top of you with her legs slung over the back of the couch and her mouth is wide open.

Susan takes a picture, discreetly leaving it in your bedroom later that day. You keep it tucked away somewhere, not daring to show it to Max or Billy.

Your father is an asshole. While he’s never laid a hand on you, you can’t help but get sick to your stomach every time Billy has to walk around with a new bruise.

You try to get Billy to confide in you, but he’s just not that kind of person, choosing to deal with his pain by himself.

You do, however, start leaving bandaids and antiseptic spray in your shared bathroom. He appreciates it more than you know.

Steve’s house begins to feel like an escape for you. While you love your siblings, it’s nice to have a space away from the arguing and fighting.

Steve loves to take you for late night drives, especially if he knows things have been bad at your house lately.

Occasionally, Billy will hear a low rumble coming from outside, he’ll look out the window to see you drop from your window and run to Steve’s waiting car with your shoes in hand. Billy rolls his eyes, shutting the blinds and going back to bed.

Billy’s death hits the two of you really hard. Max spends a lot of her time alone in her room, listening to music and isolating herself. She really tries to distance herself after this.

You, on the other hand, take to sleeping in Billy’s room. The bedsheets smell like him and if you shut your eyes tight enough, you can pretend like your big brother is still there.

Your father and Susan believe he died in the mall fire, however you and Max know the truth. He died protecting Eleven, and by protecting her, he was able to protect the two of you one last time.

When your father leaves, you, Max, and Susan are left to fend for yourselves. You eventually have to move into a small trailer park across town. You make sure to pack all of Billy’s things up, keeping one box full of his things with you in your new room.

The death of your older brother puts a strain on your relationship with Steve. He wants to be there for you and help you, however, like Max, you isolate yourself, unable to bear losing someone else.

Eventually, you and Max are able to find your way back to each other, seeking comfort within your sister.

Max would protect Steve with her life. She swears to herself that she will never let you lose him. She cares about you too much to let you go through losing the most important person to you again. Late at night, when she thinks about dying, she often feels guilty for wishing she died with Billy. However, she knows that as long as you have Steve, you could get through anything.

She may bully him and rile him up, but if anyone ever even thought of hurting Steve, her brother, she would kick their asses.

While dealing with Vecna’s Curse, Max writes letters to all her friends and family. It takes everything in you to accept your letter.

You refuse to acknowledge the fact that your little sister could very well die while fighting this new threat.

In Max’s letter to Steve, she thanks Steve for being a brother to her.

She also tells him that if he ever hurts you, she and Billy will come back from the dead and make his life a living hell.

She signs the letter, “your baby sister, Max.”

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xoxo-sarah · 8 months

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Deserved it

↝a/n: I need a better title for this. Also this has been in my notes app for so long and I've been too scared to post it.

↝pairing:Steve Harrington x fem!Hargrove!reader

↝ Warning: Billy, Reader is Billy's twin sister, angst , fighting, blood, arguing, slight smut, making out, not proofread

↝⎙ 9.9.23

"I have a hard time believing that." Oh- your smile. How could you look so much like Billy, yet so different? In a good way, of course. One thing that you didn't physically have that was the same was your smile. Yours was, well, nicer. More friendly. Less intimidating.

"I'm serious! Look- ask Nance." If you didn't know any better, you'd probably say he was practically begging you to believe him.

"I dunno, I just can't picture a guy like you being a ladies man."

"Okay, ouch."

Laughing, you couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of playfully picking on this poor soul.

"I was literally known as King Steve-"

"Bull."

That's how it all started. Playful banter between a kid who peaked in highschool and a new girl who had everyone's eyes on her and her own brother. Apparently, your family moving to Hawkins was a huge favor for everyone. You're welcome. You'd probably tell everybody, given the chance.

•••••

"Stay away from that Harrington boy." Billy puffed at his cigarette, before flicking it absentmindedly onto the dry ground.

"Steve-"

"Oh, first name basis now?" He scoffed, drumming his fingers on the car roof.

"He-"

"-Is trouble. He's looking for some dumb broad to pick up and have a good time."

"Billy, I don't really care what you think. And even if I was into him, that isn't any of your business." He slammed his hands down on the roof of the car, making you jump.

"Y/n," Billy tsked, "you are a lot of things, but a dumb slut isn't one of 'em. Now get in the car." Before you could respond, he sat down in the driver's seat, starting the engine.

Slamming the door, you slung your backpack over your shoulder and turned around.

Billy threw his arms up and huffed as he watched you walk away. Grabbing another cigarette, he lit it, letting you walk a bit ahead before he started driving. If you were going to act like a brat, he was going to treat you like one. He wasn't one to give in to anyone, but you had moments that made his cold heart ache for you, he was always going to be there for you, but only for you. You literally shared a womb together. There's obviously a connection that no amount of sibling back-and-forth could wilt, right?

Hearing an engine roaring, you didn't need to glance back to know who it was. Billy slowed, looking at your side profile, noting your sour expression. "C'mon, Cookie. The weather isn't looking too promising for you to be acting like this." Cookie. The nickname he had made up when he caught you stealing a cookie out of the cookie jar that was on top of the fridge. You were lucky he was the one who caught you. If it had been Neil, you wouldn't have gotten the cookie and a new nickname out of it.

"Fuck off, William."

That, right there, pissed him off to no end.

He sped past you, kicking rocks and dirt behind as he went, swerving in and out of the lane to taunt you.

You scoffed, "Fuckin' dick."

"Watch the floor!" Stopped in your tracks, it took everything in your being to not spin around and smack the shit out of Neil. Here you stood, soaked head to toe, along with your backpack and everything in it, and he was worried about the floor.

"I'll try to keep the water from falling until I get to my room." Giving him a fake smile, you marched to your room, slamming the door.

Almost as soon as the door shut, it opened again and Billy came in. He had to of just came out of the shower, steam rolling off his skin. Walking over to your desk, he picked up your deodorant.

"What do you want now?" You practically barked.

He held his free hand up, "Relax. I ran out." He harshly applied the stick with his other hand.

Yanking the stick from his hand, you scowled. "Buy your own. Get out."

"I don't have any money." He yanked it back, lathering his other armpit."

"Get. A. Job." You now harshly yanked it.

"I have a job, I just haven't gotten paid yet."

"That sucks for you. Get out, now."

"I don't think I will." Billy pulled out your desk chair, running his fingers through his wet curls.

"I will scream at the top of my lungs if you don't get your ass out now."

"Fine, whatever. Don't forget to clean the water up." Looking down, you watched as more water continued to drip from your soaked clothes to the hardwood flooring.

The deodorant went hurling against the door and clanked against the floor as he slammed the door shut behind him.

"Stop slamming the doors!"

The feelings of wanting to claw at your skin was intensifying each time your father opened his mouth.

You were in deep need of a relaxer.

•••••

"Billy would kill me- mmph~" As soon as Steve's lips pulled away, yours were chasing them.

"Shut up."

"M'kay." His hands tightened on your thighs as he felt your hips wiggle and closing against his own. Moaning as your pulled at his hair, he didn't have time to be embarrassed. He wanted you. Needed you. Right now.

You had gotten dried off and practically ran to the Harrington's. At first, it was just to blow off some steam, vent, if you will. But Steve had gotten some weed off of a friend and who were you to say no? A relaxer is a relaxer. Things got a little out of hand and you ended up saying a few things no sober person should ever admit. It didn't take much green for you to end up like you were. You were going to blame the plant either way.

Your other hand slid under his shirt, feeling the skin and hair under it. You groaned against his lips, feeling him unbutton your jeans.

Reluctantly, he pulled away, helping you pull his shirt over his head and throw it somewhere on the floor. His hands went back to your thighs as your lips went down his neck, starting at his jaw and going behind his ear and down. You kissed his body as if you were praising it. Every touch of your soft hands left a fire-hot trail, begging for your lips to follow with a cooling effect.

This is surely heaven, he thought.

Steve made a sound, causing you to quickly pull back just as quickly as you had put your hand in his pants and moved lower down his body. Be slowly shook his head, shifting in the seat. "Mmm, no. I want to touch you." Your unsure expression quickly vanished, replaced with a wicked smirk.

"Yeah? How?"

Steve was so glad he has matured from his King Steve days. Younger him would never take the time to worship a woman's body. But yours, oh God, yours deserved every bit of praise and everyone should worship your perfectly imperfect body. Every stretch mark, every crevice, every indent that society deemed 'ugly'. Hell no. He was set on showing you just how much he adored you and your body.

•••••

Steve chased after you, having trouble keeping up. "I didn't - I didn't mean for this to-"

"Stop following me."

"Cookie, please."

You spun around, a look of fury in your eyes. He stopped dead in his tracks.

"Stop following me." You repeated, "I never want to see you ever again."

"This wasn't supposed to happen- not like this."

"Oh please, stop with this bullshit." Steve had to stop himself from wincing at the choice of words. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit. "Imagine how humiliating this is for me."

"It was stupid! Carol and Tommy-they made some stupid bet and I was drunk and I just couldn't say no for some stupid fucking reason. Please,"

It was true, they were all plastered when the bet was made. You had just shown up, a fresh face and already the talk of the town. Every boy in their grade had said something about you and your body. At first, Steve ignored the cruel, disgusting words and acted like your arrival didn't affect him. You two hadn't talked much, but he had heard the way you talked to Billy, someone you had literally known since birth, your sweet voice yet snippy remarks.

Carol had made some jab, and Tommy had found it weird when Steve didnt laugh. Sure, they had grown apart, but it wasn't that long ago when Steve would make those same remarks. The liquid courage had Steve argue with Tommy on how you would totally not date Steve or anyone like him. The next morning, the terrible hangover has Steve promising himself to never drink again. The horrid memories haunted him until he got to school. Tommy had a group of preppy kids huddles around Steves locker. Apparently, Tommy had opened his mouth and spilled out all of what Steve had said. Multiple guys clapped and went to high-five. "King Steve is back!" What was he supposed to do? Almost everyone knew about what he had said, well, not you or Billy. God. Billy would kill me, he thought.

He was surprised no one had told you when you walked though the school doors. Everyone kept quiet, until 3 weeks later. To be honest, Steve had forgotten about it. Or tricked himself into thinking so. At the beginning, you guys getting closer was purely for the bet, but you were so quick witted, so smart, so pretty, so easy to talk to.

Carol didn't keep quiet for long. Just as you and Steve got so close, skin to skin, breath to breath, heart to heart, Carol had gushed about how Steve actually won some bet. Confused, you listened as both Carol and Tommy told you all about it and about what Steve had said. It didn't help that so many people were standing around, watching everything go down. Steve was lucky Billy wasn't there at that moment either.

He tried to reach for your hands, sighing in defeat when you yanked them away. "Please. I can't- we have something good."

"Do we? You embarrassed- humiliated me. You let it happen. No matter what we have done, it never meant as much to you as it did to me."

"It did. It does. Everything we did meant everything to me. Y/n, please."

"She warned me about you, ya know. Everyone did."

"What?"

"Nancy. She warned me about you. You only ever want one thing."

He was at a loss of words, flabbergasted. "What?"

"You got it. So you can leave me alone now."

Steve watched as you walked away, mouth hung open. He didn't know whether to go after you, or marinate in what you had said.

What did Nancy say and why?

Turning a corner in the supermarket, you didn't expect to almost run into something, or someone. "Shit-sorry."

The girl waved you off, fixing her hair. She looked up, watching as you picked up the loaf of bread you had dropped.

"Y/n, right? Billy and Max's sister."

You looked at her curiosity. "Yeah, you?"

"Nance. Nancy."

"Nancy Wheeler?" Her cheeks became red. You had heard of her.

"Steve has told me alot about you."

Oh.

Her face fell a little. "What has he said?"

Alarm showed on your face. He hadn't specifically talked about her, just about how they used to be together and how she could vouch for him being a total took a year or two back.

"Oh, just about how you were together."

Well, this is awkward.

"Yeah." Yeah.

"Ya know, he told me to ask you about his King Steve days." Her own face didn't have the same playful smile yours did. It was unsettling.

"Did he now?"

You looked at her confused, what had you just unleashed?

Apparently it was a lot.

•••••

Steve tried everything to get you to talk to him. He called, never getting an answer, or when someone did pick up, it was either your dad, the clueless mom of Max, or Billy. He brought you flowers that stayed on your porch and rotted. He tried talked to you in school. He never got a response out of you. It was as if you didn't see him.

He deserved it.

One night, he thought it would be a good idea to try one more time when the parents left for date. You were surely home, he didn't know about Max and Billy, but he didn't really care.

He knocked on the door, 1, 2, 3 times.

"Y/, come on, please! I'm sorry!" His head dropped against the door. He was desperate at this point. Even if you opened the door and told him you hated his guts, he would be beyond grateful to just hear your voice on last time. He'd understand you.

Hearing someone making their way to the door, he fixed his posture, waiting.

Right after the door opened, a blow was delivered straight to Steve's left cheek. He staggered back, his back hitting a pole keeping the screening up around the porch.

"You gonna make another bet about my sister, Harrington? You just can't leave her alone, can you?"

Billy's hands continued to pushed at Steve, pushing him further off the porch and into the yard. Insult after insult was thrown at Steve, he could only take it, keeping his mouth shut. He deserved it.

"William!"

Was he hearing things? Had Billy hit him one too many times? Your sweet voice rang through his head, bouncing around, wrapped his throbbing brain in a silk bandage, kissing it better as if it was a simple scratch. "Get off of him! Damn it!" The blows at Steve's side stopped. This time, Billy went staggering back after you had pushed him off of the hunched over boy.

You were too nice.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Billy bellowed. He threw his bloody hands up towards Steve. "You're gonna let him get away with humiliating you?"

"You're gonna kill him!" You made a point to look at the blood dripping from his knuckles and then to Steve's bleeding nose and swelling eye.

"He deserves it!"

"That is not your place!" Billy closed his mouth, looking at you in pure disbelief. You had just yelled at him, truly raised your voice, not one ounce of familiarity behind those eyes that burned in hatred. Your eyes softened, biting your lip before going to apologize. "Billy," before you could continue, he stomped towards the house, bumping into Max, who watched the whole thing.

After looking at the door, contiplating what to do next. You would deal with Billy later. Steve had to be gone by the time your father got back.

"What we had-"

" ‘what we had’? We fucked, Steve. That's it." You sounded tired, exhausted.

Steve stood hunched over, at a loss of words. It wasn't just a simple fuck. There was something there. He felt it, surely you did too. Your bodies fit together too perfect for a simple fling. His hands wouldn't remember every curve of your body for a simple fuck that didn't mean anything what so ever. He refused to take that for an answer. Even if it took a while to show you that you did mean more, he'd do just that.

"Alright."

He turned, walking towards his car.

"Steve," you called out, "you're hurt-"

"I got it."

He didn't waste any time getting in his car and leaving.

If you wanted space, he'd give you space. He'd find a way to make it up to you, even if it took a lot of time and a lot of different ideas and apologies. You both needed time to heal, emotionally and physically.

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 8 months

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okay so this request was sent through the dms (best to go through inbox for future req) and they chose to stay anon. so they requested steve with hargrove reader (i made them step siblings so i hope that helps for mostly everyone reading) where reader is being abused at home and steve finds out and is being super caring (short summary)

pairing: steve harrington x fem hargrove!reader wc: 2.4k

tw: mentions of hitting, abuse, blood and cuts

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“mr. harrington, you will be partnered with miss.hargrove. and i expect equal work, steven.” mrs.johnson glared at the king before going back to handing out assignments.

you could feel his gaze lingering on your skin, tracing your profile as you looked down on your open book. you didn’t bother giving him your attention, not planning on doing the work outside the classroom. best to keep him distant.

there was a loud commotion happening in the room. head tilting up you saw everyone with their assigned partners, you included. a look to your left and steve harrington locked eyes with you.

he was turned in the seat so his body was facing your side. his left elbow sat on the scratched brown top, his palm cupped his cheek so his head was slightly tilted. a dark curl kissed his forehead.

your eyes squinted, “what?” not understanding why he was watching you like a hawk.

his brows rose an inch and a small pout formed on his lips, “nothing. just sitting with my partner.” and he flashed a smirk. it made your eyes narrow into slits.

you rested your pointer finger into the crease of your book and twisted your stomach to face him more head on. “look, let’s just do most of the work here and then split up what needs to be finished and do it separately. how’s that sound?” voice bored and not looking for any actual input.

but steve squinted his eyes and pouted, “sounds dumb. let’s just do it at my house when school is over. can’t focus with all this noise.” a playful smile replaced the pout. he was trying to be cute.

it wasn’t working.

“i’d rather do it in a class environment then do the rest on my own.” pushing back. steve kissed his teeth, “oh, well you heard mrs. johnson. i need to put in work, so we gotta stick together and make sure it’s even teamwork. need to try and bump my C to a B this year. dad’s on my ass.”

and you knew the feeling.

but you took a deep sigh while slightly shaking your head, “i just don’t think it’s the best idea for us to hang out… outside of school. you know…” being extremely vague and closed off. hoping you didn’t have to verbally give a reason for steve harrington to just back off.

Steve’s demeanor changed at your words and tone. the hand that was pushing up his cheek feel to the table surface, his body leaning in close and his voice dropping into a whisper. “is it billy? ‘cause i can handle him, done it before.” and you kinda knew what he was talking about.

how steve came to school one day with a fucked up face and how max told you billy wasn’t gonna bother either of you anymore. you didn’t realize the two were connected but haven’t bothered to push.

with steve making the assumption the problem was billy you took the handed excuse. “i’d just rather not piss him off today. he’s been ignoring me and i don’t want to be on his radar.” lips set in a tight line as you looked at your book.

“well… do you want to work on it at the library? neutral ground.” you couldn’t help the huffed laugh, “very persistent, are we?” finally holding stable eye-contact.

steve flashed his dazzling smile as he shakes his head, “what can i say? i take my education very seriously.”

eyes squinted, “uh huh… very. trying to bump a C to a B with only a few weeks of the semester left. very studious.” taking your turn to tease.

steve shook his head as he looked down at his lap, right knee bouncing up and down quickly. “but seriously, just come to my house. we can get whatever snacks you want, maybe a pizza if it goes late. my parents won’t be home anyway.”

“woah, trying to charm me into your bed, harrington?” he rolled his eyes, “fuck off, hargrove. i’m driving you home like a respectable young adult.” he smoothed a hand through his hair.

there was a heat crawling up your neck that you were choosing to ignore. along with the twisting in your guts. so instead you questioned steve again, “why are you so insistent on doing this together? at your house? and don’t use mrs. johnson as an excuse.” needing to understand this persistent attitude he’s developed.

his knee stopped jerking and his hands fell limp to the table or his lap. he looked to be debating something in his head, teeth rubbing at his bottom lip.

“come on, steve. just spit it out, can’t be bad.” trying for encouragement.

he heaved a sigh, “i, uh, i just… want to hang out. with you. you seem cool.” you couldn’t help the raise to your brows, “cool? i keep to myself.”

he shrugged, “look i don’t know. i just want to get to know you. you’re nothing like billy.” “that’s cause we are only related by marriage. i don’t share any of those shitty genes.”

steve sighed again, “if you actually don’t want to come over to do this project or just to hang out, i understand. we can just do it here at school in the library. not gonna force you to be by my side.”

he got quiet as he turned in his seat to face the front with his head tilted down and his knuckles rapping along the top. your eyes followed the shape of his body, getting stuck on his face that wasn’t hidden by his hair. his lidded eyes and his lashes that touched the tops of his cheeks, angular nose coming to a nice point, and pink lips pushed to a slight pout.

a groan settled in your throat, “i’ll come over.” sounding almost begrudgingly about your statement. steve perked up and turned just a little, “really?” he almost sounded hopeful.

a deep breath through your nose, “yes, steve. i’d be happy to hang out with you.”

“so, i hear your going to harrington’s after school. that true?” billy’s nosy self leaned against the lockers to your left. his stupid face stuck in your periphery and his loud gum smacking a ringing in your ears.

replacing unneeded textbooks with ones you need for homework tonight, you sighed, “yes billy. it’s a partner project. kinda have to work together.”

“dad’s not gonna like that.” he stated like he cared about your well-being (he couldn’t give two shits). “yeah, well, i’m trying to keep good grades to get out of this shithole. so my academics are coming first. i can handle my jailer.” final words as you slammed your locker closed and headed to the parking lot.

you rolled out your shoulders twice as you made the short walk to steve harrington’s maroon bmw. he was sitting on the trunk with his head down while scribbling away. “nice car, harrington. almost prettier than you.” your way of greeting him.

he hurried to close one of two notebooks he had, face looking a bit red in the cool january air. “you okay?” eyeing him head to toe. he played off the moment with a smile, “yeah, yeah. ready?”

he hopped off his car and it bounced with the loss of his weight. steve walked to the back door on the passenger side to throw his things on the floor, then he reached a hand out for you.

“what are you…” “asking for your stuff. come on, i’m freezing out here.” a light shake to his hand made the point.

you waited a second longer before handing over your books then shrugging your backpack off and over to steve. he then closed the door and instead of heading to the drivers side, he opened your door and nodded at you. “always open doors for girls, harrington?” instinctively teasing him.

you missed the shy smile, but heard him say, “only the special ones.” he kept his voice, low. hoping you wouldn’t hear it as he closed you in and ran to his side.

the harrington household was big, style a decade old, well cleaned, and empty. the only inhabitants were steve and the occasional cleaning lady and landscaper who come by when his parents call in a request. you didn’t say it aloud, but you wished you could live in this empty house. just you and max, staying away from the bad that stained your indiana home.

“we could just work at the dining table.” steve directed the both of you to the dark stained oak wood, four polished and carved seats pushed in. only two were occupied close together.

the room was mostly quiet, pages moving and pencils writing were the main noise when not discussing the work. steve actually putting in some elbow grease with his portion of the project and would ask for help if he was stuck, it was nice.

you leaned back into the cushion of your chair with a sigh that turned to a low hiss. “you okay?” steve asked with concerned puppy eyes.

you ignored him, “uh, where’s- where’s your bathroom?” his brows pinched in the middle then relaxed a fraction,

“uh, down the hall to the right.” pointed over his shoulder. you excused yourself quickly down the hall and locked the door behind you. twisting your torso to the left the pain spiked again. lifting the bottom of your shirt, the deep purple bruise taunting you, you couldn’t feel the wet blood sticking to your skin and shirt.

you threw the shirt down, unlocked the door and walked back to the table where steve had his head laying on the table with his eyes closed. his head looked up when you loudly gathered your work pile together,

“where you going? we’re not done.” steve pushed himself out his chair. you didn’t bother looking his way, “uh, i- i, uh i forgot about something. very important.” a half-assed excuse, just needing to leave the too quiet house now.

“well, i could drive you. wherever or drop you off at ho-“ “no!” yelling the word at kind hearted steve. you deflated a bit, palms running over your head, “sorry. no, i’m fine on my own.” turning away from steve to grab your bag and shoes.

“woah, woah, woah. wait, just-“ “steve, i gotta-“ “you’re bleeding.”

you stopped in your tracks, books to your chest. “what?” confused and panicked.

“you have spots of red showing through your shirt,” steve voice was closer now. it made you jerk away. “i’m sure it’s nothing. uh, thanks for… yeah. i’m just gonna-“

“hey.” his voice was carful, gentle like the wind. he was holding the bone of your wrist like fine china. only used to a crushing touch as if you were an aluminum can that’s been drained of its intoxicating drink.

you could feel the shape of his body from behind, envision his deep brown eyes melting in emotions. “y/n, come on, let me look. might need to clean it.” it felt like he was talking to a scared child. and you felt like one in the moment.

“i’m fine, steve.” steeling yourself. building your guard strong.

he rounded from behind to stand in front of you, blocking your exit, “please, y/n. i just want to make sure you're okay.” his thumb rubbing over your wrist while he stared directly into your eyes.

and you couldn’t stop the tears even if you wanted. it started with a glossy view before you felt the cold droplets hitting your cheeks and rolling down your nose and over your lips and chin. lips wobbling as you tried to swallow the sobs but once one slipped the others ran free. you’re sure you would’ve collapsed to the floor if it wasn’t for steve catching you in his arms and guiding the both of you slowly down.

“hey, hey. it’s okay, you're okay.” steve pushed your head into his neck while he rubbed a palm over your shoulder blades. “im here for you, y/n.”

“i- i don’t- don’t wanna go- go home, steve. please.” fingers curling into the front of his shirt to keep him close as your tears stained his skin.

“it’s okay. you don’t have too.” a ragged inhale through your mouth, “i- i have to. for- for max.”

steve’s hands worked gently to move your head away from hiding and back into the light. whites of your eyes red, lids growing puffy. cheeks flushed in color with tear tracks. steve worked his thumbs at wiping away your distress, wishing he could whisk you away from this town.

“let’s not think about home right now. let’s just clean you up.”

a meek nod was all it took for steve to pick you off the floor and lead the two of you towards the bathroom. steve places you on the closed toilet, knees hitting the wall so steve could grab stuff from the cupboards and clean you from behind.

you closed your eyes and forced yourself to keep taking deep and slow breaths in and out. in and out, in and out until your head didn’t feel so light and your heart stopped racing.

“okay, i’m gonna need to lift your shirt, is that okay honey?” steve squatted by your side with the tips of his fingers touching your thigh. bleary eyes watched steve, took in the way he called you honey, smooth and soft. without a word you pulled the back of your shirt off, head out of the opening so all the fabric sat on your collarbones.

“thank you. just let me know if it hurts, i’ll stop.” words you’re not used to. usually it’s just yelling obscenities as you suck in your sobs.

a wet stinging sensation caused you to flinch away. “sorry, sorry. i’ll let you know when i’m going in. okay, so three, two…. one.” and the sting was still there. it wasn’t painful like the first.

steve did that two more times before he asked a question. “did… did billy do this?” and you knew what he was feeling when he spit your step-brothers name with venom. you zoned out on your fingers, “no. not… not billy. higher up.” pinching the skin around your bones, thinking about the horrid man.

steve was quiet, not cleaning your wounds since he didn’t count down. a tiny flinch came as a reaction when you felt his fingers prod around your bruises. “i’m sorry.” words a whisper meant only for your ears.

you shook your head slightly, “don’t say sorry. it’s not your fault. no one’s fault.” “including yours. it’s not your fault.” it was like he could read into your mind with how quick his response was. you didn’t bother saying anything back, just a look over your shoulder, puffy and droopy eyes taking in the sight of steve before looking back to his wall.

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stevesxyellowxsweater · 1 month

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Beneath the pale moonlight

"I banish you from the Starcourt pack!"

It's been six years since you were rejected by your mate, and his chosen mate banished you from Starcourt pack. Six years without contact with your siblings or friends. The only real comfort you've had in that time is your wolf, that you guiltily locked up inside of you due to being trapped in the human world. Moving on with your life has been incredibly hard to do, but you've managed to pick up the pieces and get yourself a job and a life. So when your worlds collide and you find your brother and your former Alpha in a business meeting with your boss, it's hard to know how to react. Watching them treat you like you're invisible breaks your heart, but the heartbreak soon turns to anger as they arrive at your door to ask you to come home. As they give you the opportunity to return home, you find yourself asking if you wish to remain a mutt or be part of a pack once more.

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nikkisheep · 1 year

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Jerk

Steve Harrington x Hargrove!reader

Warnings: mentions of Billy fighting, mentions of drinking, mentions of blood, billy being soft, fluff

Summary: Billy is seen as super mean and tough, but what happens when someone from the team finds him being soft with his sister?

Requested by @manyfandomsfanvergent

Billy Hargrove, the new heartthrob in the high school. Your older brother. He was a sight for the sore eyes of many girls who were single or taken. It didn't matter. Everyone wanted a piece of the new boy in town.

Billy was your typical mean guy who gets stuck in a small town with nothing better to do than fight, drink, and party. It was his specialty to throw the biggest parties of the year and have everyone drunk in a few hours. You were kind of like Billy. The partying, the guys wanting you, everyone curious about you.

That's how you ended up dating Steve Harrington. He and your brother never got along but when it came to you, everything was okay. As long as Steve didn't hurt you. Steve only ever did what you wanted him to do. He was a gentleman, contradicting the rumors of him being King Steve. He changed.

So Billy would get into fights, one being with your boyfriend when he was drunk. Another was so bad that the guy had to go to the hospital downtown. He ended up with 37 stitches and a bloody nose. Billy mostly fought when he heard people, mostly guys, talking shit about you. How much they want a piece of you or whatever. The moment your name comes out of their mouths with anything ill toward you, it gave him the green light.

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Basketball practice had just started when you came into the gym with a friend. Billy turned to you and he smiled. Most of the guys missed it. Not Brad. No, Brad noticed and he was going to dig into Billy about it. It was weird for Billy to be nice. The only thing is, Brad had never met you nor did he know that you were Billy's sister.

You waved for Billy to come over so you could tell him you were leaving with your friend, Vanessa so you could go to the mall. He shot once more and then jogged over to you. Brad stopped the guys and they all watched as you two were talking and smiling. Billy looks like he is listening to everything you say and laughs.

"Why the hell have we stopped?" Steve asks, walking over to James.

"Look, Billy got another girl thirsting after him."

"Huh?"

Billy wrapped his arms around your shoulders and drew you in for a hug. He whispered something in your ear and you laughed before slapping his shoulder. He let you go by pushing you in the brotherly way and you were off. Billy came back with a smile before it disappeared at the guys talking to each other.

"Dude, leave him alone. What is fucking wrong with you?" Steve whispered-yelled.

"Dude, chill. It's just weird seeing him happy and shit."

"He just being himself."

"Being himself? Billy beat the shit out of me like three days ago. That ain't normal."

"You wouldn't know because you do not go to his house like I do." Steve turns away from Brad and leaves.

"What you want?" Billy said.

"We saw you flirting with that girl," Brad smirked.

"Ew. Gross."

"What? She's hot."

"Dude, that is my sister."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Nah, you good man." Billy said before throwing a punch square in the boy's face. He fell to the ground and Billy climbed on top of him, punching him in the face.

"Billy, stop. Billy," Steve pulled him off.

"Walk it off man, let's just get back to practice."

"Don't fucking talk about my little sister."

Billy turned to the other guys, "So let's get to it."

Brad was bleeding on the floor but no one wanted to help because they didn't want Billy to fight them. Billy started dribbling the ball when he smiled at Steve.

"Let's get ready to win this game,'' He said before making a lay up.

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mrssoapmactavish · 2 months

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maneater - chapter one

"if you're in it for love, you ain't gonna get too far"

this is the 'first' part of the andromeda series! still working on an official title for it all, but when it's set in stone, that'll be how you can easily find these works :)

mdni at all times! ageless/empty blogs are not welcome here!!

steve harrington had always had a bit of a thing for the emotionally distant women, even if no one would dare point it out to the boy. maybe it's the abandonment from his parents, but it's most definitely not the healthiest thing in the world for him, in fact more often than not leaving him heartbroken, such is the case with the last 'girlfriend' he'd had, nancy wheeler.

after barb's disappearance, she had gone from interested like the sweet, naive schoolgirl falling head-first for the captain of the basketball team like his parents would've hoped for him– if they were actually around, mind you– to detached, then eventually very obviously palling around with jonathan byers.

after accepting the fact that nancy was never really his to begin with– and accepting the heart-aching sting of unrequited love, another emptiness in his life that swallows him whole with loneliness– things had mostly re-stabilized. he was back to hating classes, having tommy and carol still chirping in his ear like nothing had happened. like him and tommy didn't get into a fight last year around this time, before steve had been back into the endless cycle of girls throwing themselves at him, basketball, and feeling oh so alone.

and now, lo and behold, the year he's bound to graduate and he's been applying to colleges and universities left and right, he saw billy hargrove and his two sisters.

sure, he already had a bone to pick with billy himself– the kid had the whole bad-boy thing going on, all the girls that hadn't had a chance to get swayed or swooned over king steve were utterly enamored– but he was pretty indifferent about the young redhead, knowing that the kids would eventually have something to say and he'd get an earful secondhand from nancy.

no, his interest was in the dirty blonde in the leather jacket with cherry-red lips and a furrow in her brows.

she'd been cold and detached when he had first approached her. fine, cool, he totally gets it. but seeing the way billy had given him the nastiest side-eye for greeting his sibling? it lit a fire in him, something he hadn't really felt for a while, and seeing her in his first class of the day stoked it, the flames licking within him, even if he can feel the sting of guilt knowing that this new student is just as interesting to him as nancy had been.

his eyes were locked on her, even as he pretended to laugh along with whatever stupid jest tommy had made that had carol smacking his shoulder and lecturing him, and the way she shifted her balance from foot to foot in front of the class as the insufferable chem teacher continues to ask her about herself.

"we moved from orange county. me, my brother, our half-sister, step-mom and our dad." her tone is full of boredom; she'd rather be anywhere but here, he can feel it coming off of her in waves, but his curious mind swirls at all the possibilities of what she'd rather be doing.

the thought of the girl in a cheerleading uniform just didn't fit. no, she's not the type of girl to spell out a cheer, to shake those ruffled pompoms and get the crowd roaring with excitement. nor was she the sports type; the idea of seeing her in short volleyball shorts is being filed away for later, though, don't get him wrong.

no, the first thought that comes to his head about what she would be doing is something steve harrington would've avoided a year ago.

it's strange to him; he'd never been a big fan of heavier music, always preferring catchy, danceable songs about love, parties, and other light topics, but he could close his eyes now and hear music blasting from an amplifier. she's the type to smell like vanilla and cinnamon, mostly to cover the smell of nicotine from sharing a pack with that ratty brother of hers.

the longer he watches her clash against the teachers' attempt to integrate the outsider into the class community, the more he can imagine of her. the type to drink beer at a party, to hang around whatever friends her brother had because the girls bore her with their chatty nature and mindless gossip.

as much as he wants nothing to do with the 'hargrove' name, he'd give up as many practices as possible to get so much as a glimpse into this girls personal life.

watching the girl walk with confidence but no real anger in her gait to the back of the class, sitting herself down at a table with no other students to be left the hell alone, steve finds himself staring down at his watch. he could swing skipping practice today, maybe, just to see if she'd talk to him more.

"this kinda looks like your old girlfriend, hahaha!" - scotty, evil dead (1981)

steve is, quite honestly, indifferent about the fact that he didn't choose to just skip basketball practice today. on the downside, hargrove is here, smirking and snide and really just giving far too much sass, making him seem like a scrawny kid who only got called the captain of the team because he was king steve.

he'd be absolutely fuming and ready to bitch and moan about this all afternoon and evening to anyone who'll listen– tommy, probably, and try to tone it down a bit more when he's around nancy later– if there wasn't a certain cherry-lipped blonde sitting on the stands, flipping through some boring, keep-you-busy magazine.

sure, he knows the girl won't talk much with him, but it means that the very least he can do is focus more on the game, if only to selfishly hope he'll catch her eye and at least be talked to more than a scowled out greeting. he's dying to talk to someone who doesn't know him as the same prick he was throughout highschool, he's realized.

someone who doesn't, hasn't, or never will associate him with that horrid label of king steve. maybe someone who'll look at him, what he does hanging around the school and occasionally chauffering around some of the kids, and see someone interesting. valuable. worth her time.

too bad his train of thought distracts him from keeping his footing, because it makes it much easier for billy to knock him off his feet, leaving steve to slam down against the scuffed gym floor. now that's embarrassing, he thinks to himself, what a way to make a first impression.

he's not sure whether or not billy had seen the glances towards his sister, he assumes it's the reason for the abrupt shove to the ground, especially in a no-contact sport like basketball. one thing he's very well aware of, however, is the pair of eyes on him from high up in the stands, watching his movements. it makes part of him feel elated; the idea of finally catching her attention, even if it's just because of a loud noise and a human concern for pain, sends a ripple of excitement through his veins.

steve is helped up to his feet, but not before billy mutters something he doesn't quite catch or process right away. "should've planted your feet," the californian mutters, then continuing on with the game like nothing had happened, the jeering and taunts continuing.

steve is no fool; knows that billy hargrove is aiming to dethrone him as king of hawkins high.

a year ago, that might have irked him. his popularity was all that kept his facade together, the glue that kept steve harrington from being exposed as a kid, desparately seeking meaningful connection, something he'd never gotten from his parents. he doesn't like seeking external validation, but because he'd never truly gotten it unconditionally from his parents, he knows it's what he needs to survive. and christ, what's so wrong with him that he doesn't deserve even a single attaboy?

but now? now that he and nancy have been slowly falling apart and he's having to face the fact that he's lost his first love, who he's been turning around for, reforming from his old ways for? now that tommy hagan and carol perkins are only faking friendship with steve, all because steve wouldn't let them call nancy a whore for hanging around jonathan byers?

he couldn't care less. as long as he has something to keep his mind off of the loneliness that seeps into his bones, a reason to stay as far away from his empty home as possible, a reason to come to school every day.. he's alright. at least, he hopes he is.

as he puts on the facade of not being affected or rattled by this entire revelation from the floor of the hawkins high basketball court, he notices that billy hargrove's sister watches intently from the stands, no longer bored and flipping through her magazine to occupy her idle hands and mind.

it's strange, how even just that brings a smile to his face.

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toomanyfandomsimfanvergent · 1 year

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Steve Harrington x Reader

'You're not an idiot'

"I don't think you're stupid," you say. Steve looks incredibly shocked.

You were helping him study for the final. He has understood not one problem. He has been off by large amounts for every answer.

"Stop lying," he says.

"I'm not fucking lying. You're not an idiot. You clearly have a learning disability. You get problems wrong, if you rush. It just takes you longer. That's normal," you rant. He wasn't an idiot.he just rushed because he didn't want to take to long.

"You're the first person to not just say I was hopeless," he says like he was joking. He wasn't. No one had ever had this much patience with him, or care.

"I shouldn't have been, know." You tap your pencil next to his paper. "You got this," you give a reassuring hand on his arm.

He smiles, "I got this?" You still see the confusion as you explain the problem again.

It was all worth it. Two weeks later he aced the final. The smile on his face as he showed you his paper was worth it.

Steve Harrington wasn't an idiot. When it comes to school. Getting in constant fights he can't win is another story...

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fand0mh03 · 1 year

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Being Billy Hargrove’s sister and dating Steve Harrington

You love Max with your entire heart

She looks up to you so much

You introduced her to Kate Bush

You always stick up for her whenever Billy comes around

Billy has a soft spot for you, his little sister

He won’t let you drive his camero though

Billy wants to protect you as much as he can, so he always gets so angry at him and his dad whenever Neil comes after you

Billy takes hits for you since he’d rather be in pain than you

Of course no one knows this, not even Max

You, Billy, and Max get out of his car on the first day of school, and this is when Steve first notices you

He thinks you’re super pretty, and he starts to develop a crush on you

He can see based off of your interactions with other people, that you’re nothing like your brother, and you are kind and soft spoken

You got paired together for a science project, and you two got super close

Eventually, Steve asked you out, to which you agreed happily

You kept your relationship a secret from everyone, especially Billy

Billy doesn’t find out you’re dating Steve until a few months into your relationship, when Billy comes over to the Byers and beats up Steve

You’re trying to do everything in your power to get him away from Steve, but he’s older, stronger, and taller than you are

Billy is kinda stupid, so it won’t click immediately that you’re dating Steve

But after Billy recovers from being drugged, he barges into your room to talk to you about it

After about two weeks of arguing, Billy finally gives up

He still doesn’t like it

One day when you’re hanging out in your room with Steve, cuddling on your bed, Billy comes into your room to ask you something, but sees Steve Harrington way to close to his sister

He is pissed and tells Steve to get out

You yell at him and tell Steve to stay where he is, but Billy threatens you with your dad, and your face configures into a horrified expression

This is the first time Steve suspected something to be wrong in your house regarding your father

You rush Steve out of the house, Billy watching the whole time

Steve flashes you a worried look, but leaves anyways, calling you when he gets home

Steve doesn’t know that your dad’s abusive

When Billy got flayed Steve was there for you and tried to support you as much as he could

When Billy died, you tried to run over to him, but Steve held tightly onto your waist as you screamed, sobs racking your body and tears streaming down your face

Steve had a few tears in his eyes as well, just because it affected you so much

Steve tried to get you to open up about Billy’s death, but you drifted away

Steve still was there though, hugging you when you needed it, even if you didn’t tell him

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imamotherfuckingstar-lord · 2 years

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Opportunity for Happiness

🤍🤍Steve Harrington x Hargrove!Reader🤍🤍

Summary: The oldest Hargrove sibling, you are nothing like your slightly young brother, Billy. You are the apple of Steve’s eye and all he wants to do is make you happy.

a/n: reader is about ten months older than billy.

Mostly fluff, domesticated Stevie

**I truly believe Billy could be better if he wants, but the abuse he takes from his dad doesn't excuse his vile behavior towards others**

The familiar rumbling of a Chevrolet Camaro perked Steve Harrington’s ears, not that the driver was anyone he was particularly fond of – no, it was one of the passengers he was interested in. He leaned against his own car in the shared parking lot of Hawkins’ high and middle school, watching as the car sped dangerously among the other vehicles until it parked haphazardly next to his. The first to depart the Camaro was Maxine, her face stone cold and angry – slamming the door, ignoring the cursing directed at her from the driver. Steve watched as she flung her backpack over her shoulder, flipping the bird as she walked towards the middle school.

Steve grinned; he liked her.

His eyes moved away from the young girl as the passenger door opened; you got out with an elegance Max was lacking, scolding your brother in the driver’s seat. The Hargroves – he watched closely as you closed the door and leaned into the window, Steve angled his head slightly down to catch a glimpse of Billy’s face – his voice much softer as he spoke to you. He even laughed and you shook your head, reaching in for something. Steve couldn’t see what, but quickly straightened his body upright when you moved from the car, reminding your brother not to be late to homeroom.

“Whatever,” Billy’s voiced ached with annoyance, but you said nothing and turned to see Steve leaning against his BMW. He nodded, smiled awkwardly as you placed the cigarette Billy begrudgingly handed you between your lips.

“Have a light?”

Steve scrounged around in his jacket for a moment before handing over a black lighter, taking your books so you could light it – the cool breeze made it difficult with one hand. He watched with easy eyes as your thumb flicked the lighter and took a short hit before handing the cigarette to him. He took it without hesitation, refusing to hand over the books – you made little effort to get them back as the two of you walked away from his car.

“Don’t look back,” you demanded softly, eyes fluttering up to look at Steve. He wanted to but didn’t, instead he took a hit and passed the smoke back to you. “He’s in a real mean mood today.”

“I heard him laughing.”

“My brother can be a real asshole sometimes – I’m constantly the buffer between him and Max. I know how to get him to relax.”

Steve stopped you by the elbow, slowing bringing you under the cover of the school’s entrance. He plucked the cigarette from your mouth and tossed it aside, grabbing you gently by the shoulder with his hand. His eyes were concerning but his fingers felt warm, even under your own jean jacket. His lips pursed in thought, and you waited, even as students started to pile into the school.

“He doesn’t do things to you guys, does he?”

“You mean touch us?”

Steve’s eyes widen and he choked out a ‘Jesus’. “No, God, no – I just mean he doesn’t like hit you guys? I’ve seen the way he treats Max, I was just worried, that’s all. Sorry.”

Steve’s worry wasn’t unwarranted; you had warned your brother plenty of times to stop treating Max so badly. At home, you were able to keep him away from her but outside of the house. It was harder, especially when you were so busy with school and the part-time job at the grocery store. Billy and you had a good early childhood, but things went sour between your folks and then your mother left. It was harder on your younger brother, and it turned him rotten from the inside out. You knew the only reason why he treated you kindly was because you reminded him of your mother.

Fiddling with the buttons on Steve’s jacket, you told him not to fret. “I have him under control, mostly.”

Steve’s face relaxed but you could see it wasn’t enough.

“My dad’s a real son of a bitch,” you offered, hands dropping from the jacket. “He really messes with Billy and in turn, he messes with Max. It’s a vicious family cycle that would be fixed with therapy but the two of them prefer to make others miserable. Can I tell you a secret?”

The bell signaling the five-minute warning before homeroom rang, but neither of you moved. He listened as you explained that you were working extra hours to save up for an apartment when you turned eighteen in a few months. You wanted to have a safe space for both Max and you to thrive, to relax and be an actual family. He listened as you went on about how much you loved your little sister and even if she wasn’t flesh and blood, would do anything for her. Steve watched the seriousness in your eyes with adoration and an overwhelming need to protect you.

“I think that’s a great plan.”

His answer stunned you. “You – you do?”

Steve grinned, taking your hand in his. “If you need anything, I’m always here to help. Any time.”

“Any time?”

Your voice rang innocently but Steve knew better, and he chuckled, coiling a finger through your belt loop. He tugged you forward, and you laughed, letting him kiss you softly on the lips. Eyes fluttered to a close as his arm ran up your back, soothing any tense muscles away. Your books, under his other arm, poked at your chest and you pushed him off, but not without a kiss to the cheek. He wondered than, how you could remotely be related to the asinine Billy Hargrove – the mere thought of him made Steve make a face but then you kissed him again, and he could only smile.

“Hey, how about I take Max and you out to the movies? Dinner too, my treat,” he suggested, eyebrows fixed up waiting for an answer. He didn’t really know Max all that well, but if she meant so much to you, then he wanted to get to know the young girl. Immediately, you said yes. His face lit up with excitement and he planned to pick the two of you up at six. “Come on, I’ll walk you to homeroom.”

Finally taking your books back, you glanced over to where Billy’s car stood and saw that he had gotten out. He stood next to his car, smoking a cigarette. Your heart ached for the boy he once was, the carefree kid brother – even though he only was ten months younger than you. He loved the beach, the oldest memories you had were with Billy playing in the waves. The sun baring down on your faces and the taste of salt in your mouths as your mother watched from the shore – calling you in for sandwiches and cold pop. Now, he was just a fragment of that boy and he had no one else to blame but himself.

Yeah, dad was a major case, but Billy had chosen to keep the violent cycle going. Even after the countless talks the two of you would share over stolen beer and cigarettes – sitting outside in the background as you begged him to see the path he was on. Begged him to change his attitude towards Max because it wasn’t her fault things were terrible at home. She was a helpless child, as he once had been, but he refused to see that. His behavior and actions towards others would be his ultimate undoing and you couldn’t keep cleaning up his messes, as much as you loved him.

Even from the major distance, you could feel Billy’s eyes on you, but you weren’t afraid. You knew he hated ‘King Steve’, but he didn’t know Harrington like you did. After he ditched Tommy and whatshername, he started to show his true colors – and he was beautifully imperfect but loving. He had been a good friend and now that he was showing interest in really getting to know your sister; he was starting to feel like someone you could truly be serious about – and it felt nice.

Taking Steve’s hand, you allowed him to lead you into the building; hoping Billy understood you loved him but couldn’t keep playing his games. Max and you were going to be happy from now on, and for you, that meant allowing Steve Harrington the opportunity to walk you to homeroom.

Two years later

The duplex was warm, contrast to the blizzard weather going on outside. Locking the door, you began to shed off the layers of clothes down to a pair of jeans and blouse you had picked up from the mall two weekends ago. Max emerged from her bedroom, headphones over her ears as she hauled a basket of laundry to the couch. She placed it down and pulled off her headphones, turning off the Walkman Steve had gotten her for Christmas.

“We need more milk.”

“Oh, wow – hello to you too, my day was amazing,” you sang, annoying the now teenage girl. After things didn’t work out between your parents, Billy and your dad left town – misery loved company and while you got calls from your brother occasionally, you were happy to have a more peaceful home life. Your ex-stepmom, down on her luck, was grateful when you offered to take Max in until she got back on her feet. It had now been nearly two years, but Max spent weekends with her mom at the trailer park down the road.

“Sorry,” she mouthed quietly, dropping down on the couch. “Lucas just pissed me off today.”

“What’s new,” you laughed, giving her head a pat before entering the kitchen. It smelled like Italian, and you leaned against the doorway, watching as Steve cleaned his hands on the dish towel resting on his shoulder. It took him a good minute to notice you, laser focused on the pasta that was boiling until you snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Hey, babe,” he cooed, bringing his arm around your shoulder; the two of you stood side by side in front of the dinky stove and he kissed you on the forehead, asking how work was.

“I had a huge shipment of fruit today, so very exciting.”

He chuckled, grabbing the wooden spoon off the counter to check the tomato sauce he was cooking. “Why do you act like you don’t love your job, we all know you do,” he teased, raising his eyebrow at you. “Plus, the discount on food freakin’ helps.”

It was true, you had worked your way up from part-time cashier to assistant manager – which came with a decent wage. It allowed you to afford a two-bedroom duplex and when Steve moved in a year ago, he helped with the bills. He had started working with his dad after graduation but when he made it known he wasn’t too keen on his son living with a drunk’s daughter that skipped town and her teenage sister, Steve resigned. He eventually found a job working at Family Video, not his ideal gig but Robin had helped him get hired. Between that and his classes at the community college, Steve stayed busy.

“Hey, Max!” Steve shouted, motioning for you to take hold of the spoon. “Keep stirring.”

Stirring, you listened as Steve walked into the living room, asking if Lucas was coming over for dinner. Max said yes and you rolled your eyes because those two were constantly off and on. “Fine, but he’s not staying longer than eight, you have school tomorrow.”

“Yes, mother,” Max mocked him, and you laughed, holding it in as Steve marched back into the kitchen. He shook his head and pointed a finger in your direction. “She gets that attitude from you. Also, I don’t want Sinclair in her room with the door closed – believe me, I know how guys are.”

“Who am I to talk? I shacked up with the guy responsible for making Skull Rock the famous make out point it is today,” you pointed out.

Amused, he walked up to you and pulled you into his chest; your back rested against him and he moved you closer to the stove, maneuvering the spoon in your hand. He stirred the sauce around and kissed you on the neck, asking if you had heard from Billy lately. You told him you had, he had called a few days ago. He had left his dad’s house and was shacking up with some chick in San Diego; he was spending his days surfing and lounging on the beach. That’s all the information he gave, but he did ask how Maxine was and that was enough for you to think maybe he was finally changing his ways.

“That’s great,” Steve kissed you on the cheek and moved away from you, looking for a bowl in the cabinet. When he found it, he turned to you and asked if you were happy. He asked that every so often and you answered as you always did, with a kiss on his lips and a hand on his cheek.

“I’m very happy, babe.”

#stranger things 4 #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x hargrove!reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x female!reader

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terrifyingly-bi · 2 years

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Closed Doors (Steve Harrington x Hargrove!Reader)

Summary: Steve invites you to a sleepover with the rest of the gang. It's your first sleepover and you're not entirely sure what to do at one.

Warnings/tags: established relationship (kind of), mentions of abuse, but some fluff, actually mostly fluff, humor to cope with trauma, bonding over sucky parents

Wordcount: ~2,7k

A/N: @manyfandomsfanvergent asked for more Steve x Hargrove!Reader and I wanted to write more so here we are. I have been cursed by 'getting too into it and getting carried away' but hnnnnng Steeeeve

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Sleepovers weren’t your thing. It had never been your thing, but when Steve had invited you over for a game night with the rest of the gang, you got weirdly excited. But since you hadn’t even been to one before, you found yourself stumped when preparing for one.

Did you have to bring something? And what? Clothes? Food?

You looked up when your brother passed by your bedroom door. He didn’t look inside, an unspoken rule the two of you had agreed upon since your father demanded that your doors stay open. “Hey, Billy?” You hurriedly got up and leaned out through the doorway. “Have you seen my old sports bag?”

Billy stopped halfway into his own room and turned to look at you. “Why?” He asked, eyes narrowing.

“I’m going to a sleepover and I need to pack,” you said.

The look your brother gave you made you want to roll back into your room with a groan. “You’re not seriously going to Harrington’s house,” he said with a look of distaste. “Seriously? Out of everyone in this shitty place you had to pick him?”

“He’s not so bad,” you said. “The kids’ll be there.”

“Because that makes it so much better.” Billy leaned his forehead against the doorway to his room. He looked at you for a moment and you knew that the slight wrinkle between his brows was caused by worry. “That fight you two had…”

You still felt confused and a bit emotional over what you and Steve had said to one another outside of the arcade. You didn’t know if it was a relief or not that you didn’t have to say anything about your situation, but you were relieved that Steve had stuck around.

“It was nothing,” you mumbled. “It was a silly argument that wasn’t really an argument at all. He’s just worried about me and-” You stopped yourself before you said too much. “I really like him.”

Billy pursed his lips but gave in with a groan. “Ugh, fine. Whatever. You can borrow my bag,” he said, reaching into his room and grabbing his own sports bag and tossing it to you. “Put my shoes in the laundry room, there’s a pocket in the second compartment. The zipper is broken but there should be condoms in there.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Ew, why do you have condoms?” You asked and picked the bag up between two fingers.

“Why don’t you?” Billy asked with a shrug. He watched blankly as you inspected the rest of the bag. “What are you gonna tell dad?” he asked.

Looking up at him, you gulped. “I don’t know yet,” you admitted. “I was hoping he wouldn’t have to know.”

“So he kills you when he finds out?” Billy asked.

You flinched back at those words. “Dad doesn’t have to know,” you repeated, trying to sound as confident as you could. But it was never confident or comfortable when it was about your father.

Billy and you stood in still silence for what felt like an eternity. Then he shoved his hands into his pockets. “I’m not gonna tell him,” he mumbled and looked away. “You head out and I’ll cover for you.”

“Really?” You asked.

Billy shrugged again. “Yeah, really,” he said. “You’ve covered for me loads of times.” He turned and looked at you. “Gotta look out for each other, right?” He mumbled before he headed into his room and disappeared out of sight.

“Thanks, Bill,” you mumbled before you headed back to yours.

“Hargrove!” Dustin held his hand up when he opened the door for you. “You made it!”

You grinned at him and high-fived him. “Wasn’t about to miss game night three times in a row,” you said and stepped into the house. “How come you’re the one letting me in and not the guy who actually lives here?”

Dustin chuckled. “He’s busy. Lucas may or may not have spilled a gallon of soda on something worth half a fortune.” He nodded toward the hallway towards the living room. Then his gaze wandered to the bag on your shoulder. “You’re staying too?” He asked, visibly excited.

“Yeah,” you said. “Hence the bag. What? People don’t have those anymore?”

“We do. You just never stick around the entire night,” Dustin pointed out.

“Someone has to roam the streets and keep the cryptids at bay,” you joked, but Dustin didn’t look particularly amused by that so you quickly changed the topic. “Anyway, let’s go and see if they’ve cleared that mess up.”

There was, in fact, a big mess in the living room, and both Lucas, Will, and Steve were on their hands and knees with towels, mopping up blue soda from the floor. Max and Mike looked on with matching grins. They both looked up and waved when they spotted you.

“You made it!” Max cheered, which made Steve whip around and look at you.

At once, his face split into a wide smile. “Hey!” He dropped the soggy towel he held and got up from the floor. “You’re here.” He walked up to you, stopping just a few feet away. It wasn’t that you kept your relationship a secret, but it was always awkward when the rest of your friends were around. He looked at your bag. “Here, I’ll show you where you can put your things,” he said and glanced over his shoulder. “That had better be spotless when I come back.”

You followed him out of the room and up the stairs as the kids began joking about unjust labor, Steve linking his fingers with yours as soon as the two of you were out of sight.

“Thanks for coming. I was beginning to worry that I was going to have to babysit all by myself,” Steve said when you climbed the stairs.

Chuckling, you gave his fingers a squeeze. “I don’t think you’re really babysitting them anymore. They’re like proper teenagers now,” you pointed out. “At this point, why not call it what it is?”

Steve smiled at you from over his shoulder. “Maybe I’m trying to keep my image?”

“That’s long gone, Harrington,” you laughed.

Steve led you upstairs and into one of the bedrooms. “You can put your things here,” he said and pointed to the chair by the desk. He sat down on the bed, which was made with crisp, white sheets.

You put your bag down and sat down next to him, looking around the room. “How many rooms do you have in this mansion, anyway? Surely one for each kid,” you said.

“Kids are sleeping in the living room,” Steve said. He scratched the back of his head and then suddenly looked embarrassed. “This is actually my room,” he confessed.

Your eyes widened as you turned to look at him. “This is your room?” You asked. It wasn’t that it was bad, it was just so… bare. There was nothing on the walls save for a generic painting and the curtains. Even your room was more interesting.

Steve nodded as he looked around. “Yup.” Then he put his hand over yours and smiled at you. “I thought it’d be best if you got this room. And if you’re not up for sharing, I’ll just crash in my parents’ room since they’re away.”

You didn’t know what was more confusing; the fact that Steve had so much freedom, that his room looked about as personal as an ad or that he’d just asked you to share a bed with him. You barely knew what to address first.

“I’ve never shared a bed with anyone,” you admitted, leaning against him. “Actually, this is my first sleepover. So I’m counting on you to show me the ropes.”

“You're telling me you’ve never spent the night away before? Or hosted a sleepover at yours?” Steve sputtered, dumbfounded.

You shook your head. “Never. Dad wouldn’t allow it.”

“Real nice of him to let you out for once,” Steve mumbled, clearly sarcastic. Then he grew silent. “He does know that you’re here, right?” He asked. “Right?” He repeated when you didn’t reply. When you shook your head, it looked as if he would tip over. “Babe, you can’t be serious!”

“If I’d asked him he would have just said no!” You argued.

“So no one knows that you’re here?” Steve asked.

“Billy knows,” you said. “He said he’d cover for me.” You frowned when Steve sighed and let your hand go to smother his hands over his face. “Are you mad?”

“God no!” Steve said and pulled his hands away from his face. “I’m just worried about you. I don’t want to get you in trouble. If this is going to piss your dad off, I’ll just give you a ride home later and-”

“No,” you said. “I’m not going home. I’m going to stay right here,” you said and pointed to where you sat. “I’m going to stay here all night and we’re going to have a good time.” The moment those words left your mouth you began to blush. “Well… in this house. I’m staying in this house. Attending the game night.”

Steve grinned at you. “Oh, the game night. That’s why you’re so eager to stay here all night?” He teased you. He slowly began wrapping his arms around you. “Is that all you’re excited about?” He asked huskily, pulling you closer and running his thumb over your lip.

You had learned early that Steve’s love language was a physical one. You weren’t opposed to it, but you weren’t too familiar with soft touches and gentle caresses. “Not if you give me something else to be excited about,” you told him.

He smirked and opened his mouth to say something - probably dirty - when a crash from downstairs made him shoot back up from the bed and race out the room. “I heard that!” He shouted as he rushed down the stairs.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you got up to follow.

It was way into the small hours when you decided to call it a night. Max and Lucas had fallen asleep nearly an hour ago, propping each other up on the couch. Will was dozing off in the armchair and even Dustin looked as if he was about to drop.

You were tired and yawned every other minute, trying not to fall asleep as you helped Steve and Mike collect all the pieces for the board game you'd all given up on. You were all practically sleepwalking.

"I'm hitting the hay," Steve said once you'd finished. "Is it okay if I use the bathroom before you?" he asked.

"Go ahead. I'll help the kids set up his things up and join you in a bit," you said and went to put the game box away.

You helped Mike set up a good spot for sleeping, tucked Will and Dustin in with some blankets, and made sure to tip Lucas and Max safely onto the couch before you made your way upstairs and went to grab your bag.

"There you are," Steve said when you ran into him on his way out of the bathroom. "Why don't you get ready while I go and warm the bed up?" he winked.

"I'll be right with you," you promised, making sure to brush past him when you went into the bathroom to wash up and change.

It was strange to perform your nightly routines somewhere that wasn't your home. It took you a while to get used to the giant mirror in the bathroom and the fancy counter and sink.

Was this what you'd missed out on for all these years, you wondered as you brushed your teeth. Staying up late with your friends and snooping around in the host's bathroom before going to bed? It was both over and underwhelming.

As promised, Steve had made himself comfortable in bed when you returned and grinned at you while patting the empty spot on the bed he'd saved for you.

"For me?" You asked as you put your bag down by the door and started walking over to the bed.

"Close the door," Steve said, opening the covers up for you to slide in.

You stopped halfway through the room and gave him a confused look. "Why?"

Steve blinked before he gave an awkward chuckle. "Are you serious?" he asked and when you didn't move, he tilted his head to the side. "For privacy perhaps?"

You remained standing in the middle of the room. You couldn't remember the last time you slept with the door closed. Such privacy wasn't allowed at home. Privacy - according to your father - meant that you were up to no good. Turning back to the door, you reached out and grabbed the handle.

"Babe?" Stevemurmured, sounding worried. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," you mumbled and pulled the door closed. For a few seconds you stood and waited, as if - at any moment - you'd hear booming footsteps coming down the hall, but nothing happened. You couldn't help but laugh when you turned around to face Steve. "I'm good," you chuckled and hurried to join him in bed.

Steve pulled you into his arms and peppered your face with kisses. "You absolute weirdo,” he said between kisses, pinching your cheeks when he pulled back to look at you. “You don’t have doors that close at home?”

You smiled so much your cheeks ached, keeping your arms firmly wrapped around him when you shook your head. “Nope. Privacy’s for degenerates, or so my dad says,” you told him. “Haven’t your parents taught you anything?” You asked with no small amount of sarcasm.

“I was actually raised by wolves out in the woods. My so-called parents just happened to find me in a ditch somewhere and thought my hair would be a nice addition to the gene pool,” Steve said. His smile slowly faded as he laid down and rested his head on one of the pillows. “When are we going to talk?” he asked.

“About you being raised by wolves?”

Steve pinched you. “No, weirdo. About the issues,” he said and gestured around the two of you. “Let’s face it, your dad is an asshole. I know you’ve tried to hide it but you’re doing a shit job. Not that I’m doing much better. I haven’t seen my parents in a week and the last time I spoke with them was like four days ago.”

You sighed and laid down to face him. You looked into his eyes, trying to find any other emotion than genuine curiosity and care. You rarely talked about things like this. Your time with Steve had always been an escape from any thought of your day-to-day life. “What’s there to talk about? You clearly already got it figured out.”

“No, I don’t,” Steve said. “But that doesn’t actually matter to me. None of that really matters to me if I’m with you. You know that right?”

“Don’t get existential with me, Harrington,” you said but he was clearly not about to give up.

“But that’s totally part of sleepovers. You lie and talk about life in the middle of the night,” Steve smiled at you.

You smiled back. “You could just be saying that.”

Steve shrugged. “Maybe I’m sappy and sleep-deprived, or maybe I’m trying to tell you that I love you.”

You blinked. “You…?”

“I love you,” he whispered again.

The words echoed in your head and you felt your emotions bubble up and clog your throat. Your chest felt tight but in the best possible way. You wanted to hear him say it again. “Really?”

“I love you,” Steve repeated a third time and pulled you closer. “Is that so hard to believe?”

“No, I believe you,” you said. “I just… I just really like to hear that. More than I thought I would,” you admitted. “No one’s ever told me that before.” She looked into his eyes again, peering into the deep brown and trying to convey your own feelings. “I…” the words tangled on your tongue. You’d never said those words before and they felt impossible to even pronounce.

Steve kissed you, and you eagerly kissed him back. “You don’t have to say it,” he said when he pulled back. “But I wanted to tell you. It’s like that with a lot of things with you. Because I want to. Because I want you.”

You couldn’t agree more. “I want you too.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #gender neutral reader #hargrove!reader #stranger things #steve harrington x hargrove!reader

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erin-bo-berin · 2 years

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Billy's sister! We see a lot of Mayfield!reader and I think it would be a nice change of pace to see Billy with a sibling he's decently close too.

Can I just say this request motivated me to save some really delicious gifs of Steve telling off Billy? I’ve yet to go back and watch the entire scene since I became a Steve and Joe girl and I’m like ??? WHY IS HIM TELLING HIM TO GET OUT SO HOT?

Also this is still Billy kinda being an asshole but I was going for the he’s looking out for her even if they aren’t THAT close. Idk I hope it’s okay 😬

Your first day at school in Hawkins, Indiana was pure shit.

You half wished you were still in middle school with your little step-sister, Max.

The entire day was basically awkward first introductions by teachers that you were new, boring classes and annoying ass girls questioning you about your brother, Billy.

You weren’t exactly close to your full blooded brother, but you didn’t hate each other as he and Max seemed to. With that said, you were annoyed by the parade of girls—these being ones that weren’t staring at him as he walked by, panties practically melting off.

The only thing that made it better was a senior named Steve. You shared one class with him in the afternoon and happened to sit right next to him.

He didn’t hit on you, like you thought he would, but he piqued your interest. It may only been him that made you change your mind, but maybe you wouldn’t miss California that much anymore, after all.

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It didn’t take long for you and Steve to start sneaking around.

Why? Because you had to connect with your brother’s arch nemesis.

Billy could absolutely not stand Steve Harrington and you just had to fall for him.

But Billy wasn’t your father and you refused to listen to him when he told you to stay away from him, the one time he caught you with Steve.

Subtle touches and dangerous, stolen hallway kisses became your everyday life. You weren’t afraid of what Billy would do to you if he found out, but you afraid what he’d do to Steve. You’d started to care about him a lot and you weren’t going to let Billy ruin this.

Which is why you were currently hiding out with Steve, Max and her friends at the Byers’ house. He’d found you here and the tell-take signs of the rev of his car outside made you more than aware who was outside. Hence why you were hiding.

“Am I dreaming or is that you, Harrington?” Billy drawled, puffing on a cigarette, smoke billowing from his mouth.

You peered out the corner of the window, watching the interaction. You’d begged Steve not to go out there, but he insisted on protecting you and the kids.

“Yeah, it’s me, don’t cream your pants,” he responded, flatly.

“Have you happened to see my little sister by any chance? Short, sassy mouth, kind of a bitch?” he asked.

You grumbled at his description. Like you were the bitch in the family.

“Nope. Haven’t seen her,” Steve shrugged.

“Funny because last time I went looking for her, I found her with you,” he jabbed a finger into Steve’s chest, “I told her if she knew what was good for her she’d stay away from a douche like you, but she’s not known for her listening skills.”

“I told you,” Steve stepped back, “She’s not here.”

“Oh really? Then who’s that?”

He pointed to the window and you and the kids dropped down out of sight.

“Do you think he saw us?” Max asked.

“He totally saw us,” you groaned.

Steve, outside, was groaning too.

“Shiiiit,” he mumbled, “Listen-”

He turned back to Billy but with one swift push to the chest, he knocked him to the ground before stomping to the door.

“Y/N Hargrove! You get your ass here and I’m taking you home.”

“She’s not going anywhere,” Max said, standing up for you.

“Oh, is that so?” he sneered at her.

“You leave her alone,” you scowled, “You got a problem, talk to me.”

“Okay,” he sized you up, “I’m only trying to look out for you. You’re only gonna get your heart broken. He is going to chew you up and spit you out, sweetheart.”

He peered over as Steve walked through the door much too late, finding your brother already lecturing you.

“You’ll survive Harrington. Plenty of bitches in the sea. Better than my sister, that’s for sure.”

You glowered at him.

“Well, I hate to break it to you, but I’ve been seeing him, Billy. I don’t care how much you despise him. Build a fucking bridge and get over it,” you crossed your arms, defiant.

“I’m not leaving until you’re in the car with me,” he shot back.

That’s when Steve intervened, stepping in front of you, a hand to his chest.

“She said no. So you need to go.”

“Oh look at Harrington, being all manly. Is this the best King Steve can do?” Billy taunted.

“Get out,” Steve said, serious, “I don’t care if you don’t like me. That is not going to change my feelings for her and that sure as hell isn’t going to make me stop seeing her. Hell, I’ll probably want to see her even more.”

Billy chuckled, licking his lips, jaw tensing, but he just looked at you, raising his hands up and backing away.

“Good luck man, I’m just warning you now.”

With that, he turned and left, engine reviving and fading in the distance as he sped away.

You were certain the entire room let out a sigh of relief.

Then came a comment from Dustin.

“At least he didn’t have to fight him because he totally lost a fight last year.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #Steve harrington x Hargrove!reader #stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things fic

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kaylawritesfics · 2 years

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languages. steve harrington and kissing their s/o forehead, please?

Steve Harrington and Forehead Kisses

headcanons

summary: steve harrington’s love language is forehead kisses

pairing: steve harrington x reader

warnings: none

note: i love this gif steve is so fucking cute

Steve Harrington loves forehead kisses

He’s so tall so it’s easy for him to just lean down and kiss your forehead and then move on to his next task at hand.

He loves normal kisses too but there’s just something about the way you get flustered every time he plants a kiss on your forehead.

Whether you’re laying in bed or fighting interdimensional monsters, forehead kisses are the way to go.

Sometimes they’re quicker and more efficient, especially when he’s late or running dangerously low on time.

Other times, they’re more tender and sweet. He likes these situations more because he gets to take his time.

He’s definitely the kind of guy to hug you and kiss the top of your head or your forehead.

He also loves receiving forehead kisses, especially when he’s upset or in need of comforting. He finds them so soothing.

Steve loves laying face-to-face in your bed, just talking about random things. When he notices you drifting off to sleep, he’ll place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Forehead kisses are definitely Steve’s main way of showing affection to his s/o. He loves them so much and he adores the way you react to them.

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realangelahernandez · 4 months

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Go to therapy or read another fan fiction of your favorite fictional character?

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hellfire--cult · 8 months

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Harrington!reader who struck up a friendship with Billy after finding him crying. It wasn’t long until she developed a crush on the older boy. But she knew she was the least attractive girl in school, and on the cheerleading squad. Every girl was all over him, she never thought he’d see her that way.

Movie Night

I'm so sorry, I got carried away, and I made it super long, SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND I HOPE EVERYONE ELSE DOES this has: fluff, angst, mean brother persona on Steve's behalf, OOC Billy Hargrove, soft side.

wc: 8k (i got a lil inspired, no one requests Billy and I love to write him 😭)

Stupid Steve. Stupid school. Stupid fucking stereotypes.

You understand, you get it, the fucking sister of Steve Harrington should be the perfect girl, perfect as her idiotic brother. If only they knew that being in every single sport isn’t what Steve wants, it isn’t what he desires, it isn’t what he always dreamed about.

But it’s not that perfection they want from you, oh no. It’s not your fault you have bad eye sight so you have to wear glasses, and for some reason that made you fucking undesirable. Just because you are wearing glasses, and you’ve been wearing them ever since middle school, where there were minimum problems with it, and now in high school when you just want to be able to date someone, or even kiss, it’s almost impossible because of them.

So yes, you knew people didn’t want to be with you, and you knew that it was all because of the idealization of the Harrington girl not meeting their expectations. Jokes on them, every single fucking guy in school looks like stepped on shit.

When you finally got into freshmen year, you already knew Steve was the most popular guy in school, always boosting about it at the dinner table, father always saying how proud he is for Steve being the captain of almost every fucking imaginable sport. You looked up to Steve, you really did look up to your brother… Until you crossed those forsaken high school doors, and the only face your brother sent you was that of disgust and turned his back on you.

And that sets your fate.

Now as a Junior, your brother finally graduates this year. Ever since he started dating Nancy who is in the same year as you, he has relatively changed. At home, he now tries to invite you to hang with him at the mall, or tell you to have dinner together when your parents aren’t home… You declined his invitation every time. You prefer to eat dinner in your bed, alone, while he drives away to be with Nancy. Just you, your books, and some good music. You are fine.

It doesn’t help the fact that you have just one friend at school, and she’s not even always with you because she is Nancy’s Best Friend. Barb was always nice to you, and it’s the only one you talked to in class, because then in cheerleading practice, which you had to enter because you needed extracurricular credit because your parents said so, you were given the cold shoulder by every teammate there. You didn’t participate in the cheers really, you just wear the uniform every now and then and pass them bottles of water.

You just have to survive one year, just one more year and you can go to college, probably start anew, meet people, meet someone. You fixed your glasses on the bridge of your nose as you took notes while sitting at the bleachers, hearing the squeak of the tennis shoes of all the boys in the basketball team just going around. You hear a thump, making your eyes look up to see your brother laying on the floor, making you frown.

Then it made sense, as Billy Hargrove smirked, helping your brother stand up again.

You knew that he wanted to take Steve’s position as the most popular guy at school, getting prom king and all that shit. You have heard your brother complaining about him on the phone sometimes, maybe to Nancy or to one of his friends. From what you’ve seen, Billy looked like a tough and irritating guy, and there is no need for you to get close to him at all, and you really could care less about what he does to your brother.

And that is basically your everyday life. Invisible, and you’re fine with that.

You’re fine.

“Hey, can you believe that guy?” Your head snapped up to see your brother at your door, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest. You raised your eyebrow at him, looking back down at your book. “If he takes away my captainship in the team, I will– Dad will fucking cut my head off.”

“That’s what you get for following his dreams from day one.” You mumble in a low tone, but he caught onto it, frowning at you.

“I have my own dreams. I don’t follow his.” You nodded at that while still not looking at him. You really could care two shits about all of this.

“Maybe Nancy can help you with this kinda stuff. I'm busy.” You heard shuffling at the door and then a sigh. You heard steps and you raised your head to hear him slam his door shut, and you knew he was probably getting ready to go to a party or something because of the music he started playing on his radio. Not once you were invited to one of those, not even by your own brother. He had hosted parties before, and you were commanded to stay in your room all night. The only time you came out of your room was to the bathroom to pee, and even then you had to wait because people were always making out inside.

You got up from bed, closed the biology book to then set it on your desk, looking over to your library of VHS’s tilting your head to check what to watch tonight. You picked Terms of Endearment and Sixteen Candles. Your collection was full of romance and dramatic movies because it’s just your favorite genre to watch. Same with your books, your favorite being Sense & Sensibility.

Steve left after a few minutes, and you made your way down to start your Friday movie night, and tomorrow will be the same, next weekend too. You should get more movies, you are on a roll of rewatching stuff by now. But it was at this moment, when you put the cassette into your player, and you finally sat down and started watching Sixteen Candles that it all simply fell apart.

Your rough facade crumbles down as you see the romance of the characters on screen, the friendship that is displayed in these movies, late calls with friends, kicking your feet because the guy you liked kissed you, or even called you to spend time with you. You stare absentmindedly at the screen as you see the kissing scene finally happening and your fingertips brush over your lips, just softly, tracing the shape of them.

After a few hours Steve finally returns home, completely sober and cursing under his breath. He sees the light of the living room turned on and some blue light shining on. He walked inside to find you asleep on the couch with the TV still on. He sighed, walking over to turn it off but then his eyes looked at your form, making his face completely fall down.

He bent over your figure to see the dried tears on your cheeks, falling down onto the couch. He looked over to the coffee table to look at what you were watching, getting hold of the case. You watch the same movie every Friday night… And every Saturday night. He rubbed his mouth with a frown to his face as he looked back at your frame. And he always repeats the same action every Friday night and every Saturday night.

He stands up to grab the blanket that’s over the couch to put it over your body, and with tears in his eyes he bends over to press a soft kiss at the top of your head with a quiet whisper that he always repeats and that you never hear, not that you would believe him anyway.

“I’m sorry.”

Monday came way faster than you expected, and the morning was even quicker. Your parents were still away on their business trip, but Steve and you knew they were just out on vacation by themselves. Why have children when you just push them aside?

You take out the lunch bag with your sandwiches in it, and you walk out of the school doors and into the football field which was deserted because it was lunch time, so it always gave you the best opportunity to head behind the bleachers to have some peaceful time for yourself, and that was until you almost dropped your bag as you screamed and flinched when you saw someone already there who snapped his head back at you.

Billy Hargrove.

Your breathing was heavy and your eyes were still trying to focus from the scare but as soon as they did you realized that Billy’s eyes were filled with tears, one or two might have escaped because you could see the glistening trail that they left behind on his cheeks. You were trying to talk to him, but then his eyebrows furrowed together, a tight angry look on his face.

“The fuck you looking at Harrington?” You flinched back at that, annoyance switching inside of you instead of fear. This guy was crying and has the audacity to sound threatening?

“Oh, right, sorry, it’s just seeing Billy Hargrove actually having feelings is a sight.” His eyes snapped wide at your response, surprise crossing his features while he stared at you this time. “Who’s staring now?”

“Oh, right, sorry, it’s just that hearing you fucking talk for once is a sight.” You were taken aback by his response, mimicking yours. You sucked on your right cheek in annoyance as he wiped his cheeks away.

“Well, off you go.” He snaps his head at you, a frown on his features to then letting a smirk spread on his lips.

“I came here first. You go.” You scoff at that, shaking your head at him.

“No, I always come here at lunchtime, it’s my place.”

“Well, that’s lonely as fuck.” You know that. You fucking know that, he doesn’t need to say it to your face, not the heartthrob of the school. Before your heart could turn in pain you nod at him.

“Fine, take it for today.” You turn to finally walk away. Maybe you can eat at the picnic table in the forest? But sometimes the stoner would go there to deal, and you weren’t judging Munson really, you gotta do what you gotta do to survive.

“Wait.” You stopped on your tracks and slowly turned around to see Billy slumping down on the ground, his back resting against a column of the bleachers while he rested his forearms on his bent knees. “You can stay here if you don’t tell anyone you saw me like this.”

Who would you even tell this to? He might be scared that you would tell Steve about it, but Billy seems to not know you don’t actually have a good relationship with your brother, and you have just one casual friend in this school. You look in between the bleachers and towards the woods and then you look back at Billy, giving a sigh and finally sitting down with your legs crossed.

It was silent between you two, almost uncomfortable but not quite. You were eating your sandwich and you took out a bottle of water out of your bag too. You glanced once at him, and he was looking at the distance, just breathing slowly. You wanted to know what happened to him, because he didn’t seem like the guy that would cry easily. He looked at you, raising an eyebrow up at you.

“Why do you eat here?” He asks and you clear your throat, taking a sip of your water.

“Why were you crying?”

“Touché.” You gave a nod in understanding. You weren’t going to talk to him if he wasn’t going to talk to you. You looked inside your bag to grab onto the other sandwich, and you handed it to him. He looked at it with a frown and then back at you.

“If you’re here it means you didn’t eat. Basketball players need food.” You calmly say to him and he looks down at the sandwich, taking it from your hands, and then taking a bite out of it, grimacing in disgust.

“What the fuck is in this?” He looks down into it and you smirk at him, finishing off your own.

“Mustard and pickle sandwich.”

He ate the sandwich anyway. It was nice to eat lunch with someone for once, even if that person was Billy Hargrove and it would be a one time thing in your life… Though, it wasn’t. Billy was back behind the bleachers almost everyday after that. He wasn’t at all that persona that he was with everyone else with you. The cocky insufferable bastard you knew was all a mask, and you could see it when he told you about how Tammy Thompson tried to hide a fart with her cough in class.

“You’re fucking kidding…” You were giggling, covering your mouth as you both sat in front of one another, and the closeness slowly shrinking as two weeks went by of eating lunch with him.

“I am not, she actually thought it was discreet, but I heard it. Not that I said anything about it, but it was a total boner killer.” You raised an eyebrow at that, swallowing your apple that you were having as dessert.

“What, girls can’t fart Hargrove?” He rolls his eyes at you and then raises his hand to flick your forehead, making you wince and rub the skin he left in a red state.

“I didn’t say that. When you trust someone enough to do it in their face, sure. Not in the middle of class, and much less when you are a chair in front of mine.” At that you let out a laugh, throwing your head back. He chuckled and took a swig of his cigarette, blowing the smoke to the side so it wouldn’t hit your face.

“God, I really don’t pay attention to shit like that.” You took another bite of your apple and Billy was still looking at you, clearing his throat, making you look up at him.

“What do you do on Friday nights? I mean, your brother is at every single party but you are nowhere to be found.” He asks you and you feel your cheeks flush slightly at that. You look down at your apple and swallow your bite.

“I often watch movies. Have my own movie nights, sometimes with popcorn, and if I am feeling fancy, S’mores.” You gave him a small smile as you took another sip of water but Billy was still looking at you with a frown to his eyebrows.

“By yourself?” And you suddenly felt embarrassment washing over you. How pathetic were you? He is a guy that has every student in this school eating at the palm of his hand, plans of going out somewhere almost everyday, a date every single night, and you just watched movies and read books for company.

“I– I have to go.” You suddenly blurt out, standing up abruptly to then wipe your jeans from the dirt of the floor. Billy was following suit, doing the same thing, and about to stop you, but you were already walking away. You didn’t need the reminder of how stupid all of your life sounded. You didn’t need it from him. You were always reminded of it by your father, saying that you should be more like his son. Your mother says that at her age she already dated someone and had tons of friends. Steve showing off his new relationship and friends to you, keeping you in the shadows from everyone.

You didn’t need more reminders.

So when you got home, and realized Steve was already out of sight, probably at Heather’s party, you took your time to shower, put on some comfy sweatpants, a white t-shirt and a gray hoodie, and you grabbed your movies and went downstairs. Maybe they will cheer you up from all the stuff that has happened with Billy today. It’s stupid, you both don’t talk to each other all day, yet at lunch you just talk non-stop.

Sweet popcorn was today’s choice and you were already salivating at the smell of it all. Once it was done you put it in a bowl and headed over to the living room, turning the TV on, and putting Pretty in Pink in your VHS. Steve must be getting drunk with his friends by now, dancing to Roxette or something like that. You popped a single popcorn in your mouth and you were about to press play but you were interrupted when glass knocking was heard from the sliding door to the garden.

You jumped up in fear, eyes widened as you quickly turned your head and saw Billy fucking Hargrove outside the doors. You blinked once, twice, three times. Wasn’t he at Heather’s party too? You stood up from your seat, blushing at your attire but he already saw you in it, no time to actually go change. You fixed your glasses at the bridge of your nose as you walked towards the doors to finally unlock them and open a side for him.

“What the fuck are you doing here Billy!” You almost screamed at him, but he raised his hands up in a surrender mode and chuckled at you.

“By that yelling I am assuming your parents are still gone. Let me in, I’m fucking freezing.” He walks past you and you scoff at the nerve of this man. You close the door and you see him looking around with his hands inside his black leather jacket. Your eyes trailed downwards for a second, taking in how tight his pants were, but you snapped out of it, walking around him so that you were facing him.

“What are you doing here?” You ask again and he simply shrugs, still looking all around your house.

“Party was lame as shit, and you said there was a movie night here tonight. That seemed far more interesting than Tommy trying to do a keg stand and falling onto it, breaking his nose.” He walks to the couch, sitting down on it and he immediately grabs the bowl of popcorn from the coffee table. Your mouth hangs open again at this, going to the couch and sitting down next to him.

“You– I don’t need your pity.” You say to him, looking down at your hands as you played with the hem of the sleeves of your hoodie. He chuckles at that and shakes his head.

“Sweetheart, I don’t pity anyone. The party was really fucking boring.” He takes a popcorn in his mouth and he hums at the sweetness. You raise an eyebrow to look at him. You never thought Billy Hargrove would be on the sweet side of stuff. “So, what are we watching?”

A smirk formed on your lips. He was gonna fucking hate it, that’s what he gets for barging in your house.

Yet–

“I fucking hated Duckie.” You were wide eyed at him. He had paid complete attention to the movie, even giving small commentary that he really liked the fact that the girl stood up for herself. He turns to look at you, a frown coming to his eyebrows. “What?”

“I just… I didn’t think you like this genre of movies.” You reply to him, a little bit nervous for some reason and he smiles at you and then looks back at the screen.

“I never watched one of these. They have a lot of plot, and they’re interesting.” Your eyes sparkled in excitement and you grabbed his shoulder, which made him look at you alarmingly.

“You’re in for a ride.”

Billy came back again the next day, taking the chance that Steve was out at Nancy’s for the night. He then sneaked into your room while Steve slept and you played Grease on your small TV and VHS that were on top of your dresser. He actually enjoyed it, but despised it because it was a musical. The next time, he actually came through the front door, and you both finally watched Sixteen Candles together. Now, Saturday Night, Steve was at Nancy’s for a family dinner and Billy was taking out two beers from the six pack he came with.

“I don’t drink…” You say to him and he raises an eyebrow up at you.

“Daily or weekly, but you have tried alcohol. One beer is not going to kill you Sweetheart.” You nodded at that and you grabbed onto the can, sitting back down on the couch. You opened it as Billy walked towards you and plopped down with a huff, already taking a swig out of his can. You grimaced at yours and you took a tentative sip, lowering the can to look at him, completely disgusted by the taste and he simply threw his head back in laughter.

“Disgusting.” You say to him and he shrugs at you, sending a smile your way.

“It’s an acquired taste baby, you just keep drinking it, if you feel fuzzy you can leave it.” You felt your heart accelerate at him, feeling the butterflies exploding in your stomach. You didn’t know when your relationship with Billy took a turn for the better, but he actually sends a smile your way this time when walking down the halls, he sometimes greets you when you pass by him in the hallways, like he is not making it seem like he doesn’t know you.

So it was hard not to fall for him. It was undeniable at this point, and even if he was strong and mean, and an ultimate bully to everyone else, he comes here to your house, watches romantic comedies with you, eats popcorn with you, and you two talk about nonsense all evening. Nobody knows about this, and you’re happy to have this secret between the two of you. You can live in the fantasy a little bit longer.

“What did you bring?” You look at the cassette he got and you look at the front of it. You grimaced again and showed it to him. “The terminator?”

“Classic sweetheart, it’s an action movie, you gotta expand your movie knowledge a bit.” You didn’t want to complain, it was the first time Billy suggested to watch something he likes, and in reality you were interested in knowing it, and hopefully like it the way he does.

News flash, you didn’t like it.

“Why are there so many guns?! It's unnecessary!” You complain, your beer gone and you do feel a little fuzzy but not too much. You just felt giddy. He laughed at your side and shook his head as he drank his second can.

“That’s what action movies are, baby, they are irrational, little to nothing of plot, and shooting everywhere.” He says and you sigh at that, shaking your head. The room filled with silence as Billy looked forward, his smile slowly disappearing. “You know why I come here often?”

You straightened at that, blinked with confusion as you turned to look at him. You frowned when you saw how serious he got, just out of nowhere, and your belly turned for him, not in a romantic way, but more of a worry kind of nervousness.

“Because parties now bore you?” You ask him and he gives you one chuckle and then shakes his head, resting it on the backrest of the couch, looking at the ceiling.

“You help me distract myself.” He took a deep breath in as you kept looking at him and you knew it was something he was having a hard time talking about. “The day you saw me crying… I was actually afraid.”

“What?”

“My father… Let’s just say he has– a rough hand. Any slip up I make, I just get a punch out of it… I’m just so angry all the time, so unlike my fucking self and who I actually am when I am at school. I just let out my anger towards people, because I cannot take it out on my own father.” You could see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and you knew he was trying to choke back tears as he talked. Your heart just knotted at seeing him like this, feeling helpless, not knowing what to actually tell him.

“Billy–”

“And you… I tried to be mean to you… And you actually had the guts that no one had at this school yet. Talk back to me.” His head turned to finally look at you again and your eyes burned at his confession. “I couldn’t be mean to you… With you I can— I can be calm, watch a movie, talk about how creepy that Creel house is and how we should sabotage it– I mean, the only thing I talk with the people from school? Chicks, sex, cars, alcohol.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your lips, turning your whole body to face him, your legs coming to rest on top of the couch too, bending them and resting your side on the backrest.

“Well, I am glad I could help in some way… My house is always open for you Billy.” His eyes were just staring into yours now, the only thing being heard in the room were your breaths, until he finally talked.

“Can I kiss you?”

What?

There is no possible way you heard that from him. This is a dream, it has to be a dream. There is no way Billy Hargrove, your now friend, your crush, the guy you like has asked to actually kiss you. This only happens in movies, in books, and it never happens in real life, at least, not to you.

“W-Why would you want to kiss me?” And Billy’s features turned into saddened ones at your words. Don’t you realize how beautiful you are? He straightened up on the couch, his body turning to face you as well as both of your hearts jumped out of your chest.

“Why wouldn’t I want to kiss you?” was his short answer. Your belly turned in pure nervousness now as your body grew a cold sweat. You never kissed anyone, and Billy seemed to know how to do it, and you were just too inexperienced. A flush came over all of your body as you fixed the glasses on the bridge of your nose and you looked down to avoid his gaze.

“I– I never–” You gulped, not being able to finish the phrase from how stupid it sounded. A warm hand was pressed on your cheek, making you lift your head up to look at him again, and you didn’t realize how close he got to you, his blue eyes staring into yours.

“I ask you again… Can I kiss you?” And you finally give him a nod. You weren’t going to miss this chance, not for one second. He still wants to kiss you despite you not knowing what you were getting yourself into. He smiled at you and grabbed onto your glasses, pulling them off your face and setting them on the coffee table. “They were just going to get in the way.”

You took a shaky breath in, his hand still on your cheek as he slowly leaned down towards you. You closed your eyes and his remained open to remember your features as he finally does what he has been wanting to do for the past weeks. At first it was a simple attraction of course, but he knew it was more than that, and he was scared as shit about it… But he never wanted someone as much as he’s been wanting you.

His lips connected with yours in a soft peck, brief, and you let a breath go out of your lips, only for another peck to land. Then another, then another that lingered there a bit more, and then the next one he just stayed there, and suddenly started moving his lips, guiding you as your heartbeat made you deaf in your ears. How do people do this and not faint at the spot?

The lip smacking was heard in the room as your hands finally were brave enough to travel, one scanning his bicep, the other one moving towards the back of his neck, feeling his skin under your fingertips. His free hand landed on your waist, not pressing too hard so that you know that he is being mindful of you. At this point, Billy would already be inside someone, satisfying his needs, but with you… He wasn’t going to do that, at least not now, not yet, and that is if you let him.

He wants to take care of you.

He pulled away for a second, his lips touching yours still as your breathing mixed with one another’s in soft pants. You were feeling as if you were burning all over, not knowing what was happening with you. You never felt like this before, and maybe it has to do with the fact that not only was Billy good looking, but you also feel more than just friendship for him.

“You okay?” You nod frantically at him, wanting more, giving him a peck on the lips making him chuckle in a low tone. “Sorry baby, but I need more.”

He suddenly pushed you back on the couch, crawling over you and you didn’t even think, you just wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and he kept his bottom half away from yours, even if it pained him on his thighs from the strength he was doing to keep himself up. His lips connected with yours again, rougher this time, more desperate, the kiss suddenly turning into a very heated one as he suddenly licks your bottom lip a few times.

The butterflies in your belly explode as you open your mouth and his tongue finally slides in. You gasp at the feeling, your hands finding his biceps through his blouse, and you felt his chain hitting your neck at every movement. One hand was still gripping on your waist, while the other remained at your nape, pulling you deeper into the kiss.

You really can’t believe this is happening, not to you, not with Billy, it doesn’t make sense that he looked your way, it doesn’t make sense that he actually wants to kiss you, not when he has Heather on his tail all the time, or Carol even if she is dating Tommy. Or Janet. You always hear them talking about him in the bathroom, always planning their move on him, and this feels you with a sense of power, with a sense of accomplishment and pride in yourself.

Your hands ran through his hair and he groaned into the kiss, and that ignited so many things inside of you that you never felt in your life, and you wanted to hear more of it. Billy was trying his best to keep himself in a hovering position with you, but he was finding it harder and harder to do so. He can’t go on, at least not today when it was your first kiss. He didn’t want to scare you, even if your urges were the same as his, because he could feel your need to pull him even closer.

The door suddenly clicked and both of your eyes snapped wide open, pulling away, looking at one another, panting heavily. Best scenario, it's your parents, and they would be thrilled that you actually, and finally, have someone over at your house… Now, worst case scenario–

“What the ACTUAL FUCK?!” You both sat up on the couch to look over at Steve, who was standing there in the living room, wide eyed, and his face reddened bit by bit. Shit.

“Steve–” You started talking but he raised his hand at you, to then point a finger at Billy.

“Get the fuck off my sister.” You wanted to roll your eyes at this, because why is he acting all protective now? You finally got some action in your fucking life and he wants to take it away from you.

“I don’t think she wants me to leave.” Billy dares to say, glaring at your brother who took a look at the coffee table, seeing the cans of beer. His mind started racing, and Billy followed his gaze, his mouth opening to talk but Steve was running up the stairs already. Your eyes widened and you pushed Billy off, standing up quickly and urging him to do the same.

“You have to leave!” You were trying to push Billy towards the front door but his feet were still planted against the floor with a frown to his face, and your head snapped to the stairs to see Steve running back down with his baseball bat in his hands. Billy’s eyes widen when Steve starts to approach him with a swinging motion.

“Taking fucking advantage of my sister is something I won’t take from you Hargrove, so get the fuck out of my house before I crush your skull in!”

“Shit, Harrington– Fucking listen for a second–” Steve’s baseball bat hits the backrest of the couch, and you could see the dent of the wooden under it that he created. Billy ripped himself off you and gave you a look as if asking if you were okay.

“I’ll talk to him, you go.” You tell him and he gulps, looking back at Steve with a threatening look on his face which Steve only scoffed at.

“I’ll talk to you later.” Billy says with a small squeeze to your hand as he walks out of the house, passing by Steve. Your brother follows him to the front door and he doesn’t walk back inside until Billy drives away with his Camaro. After the roaring engine can be heard in the distance, Steve slams the door shut, throwing the bat at the floor and stomping back into the living room where you were standing there with a glare on your eyes as if you were about to kill him.

“When I saw his fucking car out in front of the house I thought it was a stupid coincidence, and I come in here to see you about to have sex with the sluttiest man in the goddamn school! What are you thinking!?” You frown in anger at that, stepping towards him.

“I am his friend! I wasn’t going to have sex with him, and he wasn’t taking fucking advantage of me! I drank ONE beer, ONE!” You yell back at him and he fake laughs as he runs his hand over his face.

“The first time you have a guy in this house, and it is Billy FUCKING Hargrove. The one guy that I am fighting with for Captain at our basketball team, the one guy that gives me the hardest fucking time of my life at the moment, and you want me to just accept that he wants to be with you because he WANTS TO?” Your chest hurt at those words, your own coming out in soft stutters at Steve’s blind rage.

“He even asked me if I wanted to, and I said yes–”

“God, you cannot be this fucking stupid! He hates me, makes my life a living hell, and you seriously think that he is a nice guy!? You really think there is no ulterior motive!?” He yelled at you and his words were stabbing you in every part of your body, your head already spinning from how harsh he was being with you.

“Why? Is it impossible that he actually wants to be with me?” You try to say loudly at him, even if your fingers start to feel numb. He scoffed at that, looking at you.

“Yes, and I don’t think you are dumb enough to not see that.” He was referring to so many other things, and it was regarding Billy’s persona, in Billy’s actions, in his rivalry with him… And when he saw your tear rolling down your face, his anger evaporated as if water was being thrown at him.

“Okay…” Was your defeated response. You turned around to retrieve your glasses from your coffee table and Steve winced, clenching his eyes tightly together as pain rushed through his body.

“That wasn’t what I meant– Hey, listen to me, I really didn’t mean it to sound like that–” But you weren’t listening, putting the cassettes back into their cases and turning off the TV. You grabbed them and walked past him, going up into your room. Steve stood there, knowing he hurt you once again, not knowing what to do but run a hand through his hair, cursing under his breath as he started pacing back and forth.

He didn’t mean it to sound like no guy would want you, he didn’t mean it at all like that, yet the words coming out of his mouth betrayed him, completely. He doesn’t know how to make it up to you, because if he had given you the chance to go to the parties with him when you asked in your freshman year, many times, and told you yes instead of no, you would have more experiences, you might even have friends. If only he had let you come out of your room at his own parties when you asked him, almost begged him to let you participate, but he declined each time. Then in your sophomore year, you didn’t ask anymore, just accepted that he wasn’t going to tell you anymore about them, and you automatically locked the door whenever he hosted a party.

This year, he tried to invite you, many times. You always declined. You didn’t even want to eat dinner with him, and he knows you want to leave the house as soon as possible thanks to him. Even with your parents. For the past two years he had been so blind because of his father’s approval and the one of all the students in Hawkins High that he didn’t notice how your parents didn’t ask you stuff at dinner. All questions were always directed to him. He noticed this year, and he tried to tell them you had nailed your exams, and the only thing you got from your father was ‘As she should.’

He was the cause of who you were now. Not at all the bubbly and animated girl that asked him to raise her up like an airplane in their backyard, not at all the small girl that put makeup on him pretending she was a stylist, not at all the middle school girl that got excited to see him whenever she got home from school to tell him about what she learned that day.

He walked up the stairs and raised his hand to knock on your door, only to hear soft sobs on the other side, muffled. He wonders if you had also cried when he denied you all those times. He doesn’t know how to even make it up to you. He doesn’t know if he even can.

So the next day, when you didn’t come out of your room, he let you have your alone time. Now on Monday he tried knocking on your door, only to receive the notice that you felt sick. He tried walking in but your door was completely locked. His eyebrows twitched and his mind had come up with a plan. A plan he will terribly hate. A plan that might end up badly for him. But it’s what he deserves for what he did to you.

Billy looked everywhere for you, and even asked Barbara Holland where you could be. She told him that she hadn’t seen her at Science that day either, so his best guess was that you had skipped school. His jaw clenched when he asked other people about you and some of them didn’t even know what you looked like. He waited for the bell to ring, and he was going to tumble Steve down if he had to in order to see you. He didn’t care.

But when he walked out of the school doors to rush to his Camaro, he was surprised to see Steve Harrington sitting on his trunk with his arms crossed. Billy’s eyes hardened at the sight, walking towards him, tilting his head in question at the brown haired boy who was looking at Billy with a mix of emotions behind his eyes.

“Harrington. Get off my fucking car.” He says and Steve gulps as he looks to the side.

“I fucked up.” At that Billy’s eyebrows turned into a frown, but his fists started clenching as Steve kept talking, telling him everything, everything he did to you, and what he had said to you that night when Billy left.

While this was happening, you were combing your hair after the shower you took while sitting on your bed. You had taken a shower because you were greasy from yesterday already, and you really didn't want to get up, but you didn’t have a choice. Ever since Steve said that, you didn’t have the guts to actually call Billy because at some far away place in your mind, it made sense.

You were invisible, and suddenly you were noticed? It doesn’t sound real.

So maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it really was to get into your pants to mess with your brother, and that was honestly the most reasonable explanation for it. You frowned when you heard the door open downstairs, your door was left open so you could hear some drawers being open, to then hear steps coming up the stairs. Your eyes widened when you saw Steve slamming himself against the door frame of your room.

His eye was completely inflamed from a punch received to the face, his nose was bleeding and he was holding some ice covered in a rug to soak the blood in it. From what you could see, his lip was busted as well and his breathing was coming out of his mouth, almost in a pant.

“Steve, what happened?” Even in your hatred for him, seeing him this way made your heart fill with worry, pushing all of the other feelings aside. You were about to rise from the bed until Steve raised his hand up at you.

“I deserved it.” He looked towards the hallway and your eyes widened when you saw Billy coming into view, a pack of frozen peas on his right hand, his eyes glaring at Steve as he passed by him and into your room. His eyes turned to yours and you couldn’t help but look up at him, completely stunned. Steve groans and closes the door for you two as he heads downstairs.

“What… Did you…?” You stutter as you sit back on your bed, seeing Billy’s injured hand as he sat on your bed too, nodding as he looked at you.

“I sure as hell did. Fucker deserved it. He told me everything, from the very beginning, and also what he said to you on Saturday night right after I left.” You feel your face flush with embarrassment and you look down at your hands again. You are not understanding what is going on, nor why Steve would go and tell your life story to Billy. “Though I have to say… Your brother does care for you.” You scoff at that.

“Right. Like he cared for me the past two years.” You reply with venom in your voice and you feel Billy scoot closer to you.

“He knows. He knows what he did to you. Your freshman year was the punch on the eye, your sophomore year was on his lip… And what he said on Saturday was the one on the nose.” He lets out a chuckle and you feel mixed emotions to that. You were happy that he defended your honor, but Steve was still your brother and you didn’t want physical harm to come to him.

“Don’t punch him again… Please.” You slowly looked up at Billy and his blue eyes were already looking at you. Your heart rate picked up the longer he stared at you.

“Do you really believe what he said to you that night?” He asks you, a small worried tone behind his voice. You feel yourself gulp and you look away in embarrassment or nervousness, you no longer know.

“I– After years of feeling this way, it was a very possible scenario.” You say to him in a low voice, your fingers playing with each other. You see him put the bag of peas away, and his hands look for yours. You look down to see his right hand completely bruised up, some skin completely chipped off on his knuckles. You gasp at that and his hold gets stronger on you, making you look up at him. He was closer now, making your breathing get stuck in your throat.

“How can I prove to you that I want you? How can I prove to you that I like you, that I like you very much that I drive myself insane with this fucking feeling, because god knows I am not good with relationships…” For the first time you see a blush come to his cheeks, and his gaze looks down at your connected hands, like how you do when you get nervous. “But I wanna try that with you.”

Your heart leapt out of your mouth almost, not truly believing what was happening, but the bruised knuckles made it more real, the blush on his cheeks made you realize it was no dream at all. This man in front of you wants you, despite it all, and you both have so many broken pieces to pick up inside one another, but you figure that you can help each other. You can mend his heart back, as he can mend yours.

“I think… The first step would be a date…” You say to him almost in a whisper and he chuckles as he looks up at you. He squints slightly at that as if in thought as your smile grows on your face while looking at him.

“I have an idea for it. I think they are showcasing the new Rambo movie.” He says to you with a smirk to his face and your mouth fell open at that, shaking your head.

“I am not watching an action movie on our first date!” He chuckles at that, his face coming closer to yours slowly, and you feel magnetized to him as you both leaned into one another.

“Oh, I bet you prefer the one where the bad boy goes for the intelligent and perfect girl, that genre, right?” You squint at him, pretending to be offended by his words.

“Don’t act like you don’t like those movies Hargrove.” At that he chuckles, his left hand snaking to the back of your neck to pull you closer to him, a soft breath hitting your lips as he talks.

“I might have a thing for romance.” His lips touched yours again, and you smiled through the kiss, your own hands resting on the back of his head to pull him deeper into the kiss, to taste him even better. Your lips moved along with his, taking in eachother’s breaths, bodies coming closer at each second.

“Don’t fuck my sister, I draw the line there. Not today, not with me here.” You both heard Steve’s voice behind the door, making Billy groan in annoyance and pull away from you to glare at the door as the steps could be heard and another door closes down the hallway.

“I am punching him again.” Billy says and you were glaring at the door too.

“My turn.”

A/N: Well shit, I hope you enjoyed. IT TURNED OUT TO BE A ONE SHOT.

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