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[hornedqueenofhell]

Make a Move Eddie

Eddie had a problem. And that problem’s name was Steve Harrington. Steve was beautiful and sweet and unfortunately straight. Which is a massive bummer because Eddie kinda has a huge crush on the guy, big squishy gay feelings and all. Robin says he’s a moron but Eddie’s usually too busy moping to listen. Eddie is leaned against the Family Video counter doing just that while Robin throws candy in his hair and Steve rewinds tapes humming lightly to himself while he sits on the counter kicking his feet lightly.

The bell rings and a voice calls out, “Hey party people!” Eddie doesn’t recognize the voice and a quick glance at Robin shows her looking equally confused. No one outside the party ever sounds this excited to see them.

Steve clearly recognizes them though because he lights up like Christmas came early and springs off the counter with a cry of, “James!” He dashes from behind the counter and throws himself into a tight hug with the other guy that Eddie now sort of remembers. James Beltran he was on the swim team with Steve, played baseball too if Eddie recalls that massive sports bag correctly.

James is admittedly gorgeous. Bottle green eyes and short dark curly hair paired with a white smile and golden tan. He was built like a surfer all broad shoulders and a tight waist. His left ear was pierced too which got an eyebrow raise out of Eddie. If he wasn’t firmly gone on Steve, James would make some damn fine spank bank material. That leather jacket hugs him like a glove and his dark wash jeans show off an ass that actually rivals Steve’s. 

“Hey doll face, how are you? Finally not bruised up for once.” James tilts Steve’s chin up and looks him over, Steve pushes him away lightly with a breathy laugh but his cheeks are stained pink and fuck a duck is Steve looking up at James from under his eyelashes?!

“Yes I’m not beat up for once thank you for pointing that out.” He smacks James on the chest which makes the taller man grin. Fuck Steve looks tiny compared to James. The older guy has several inches on Steve and wow, that’s all he’s got is just wow.

“Are we safe?” Eddie hears James ask Steve softly, he’s not sure he was supposed to hear and he turns to Robin to confirm that she heard too only to find her mouth hanging open in shock and he whips his attention back to Steve.

James has an arm wrapped around Steve’s waist, creeping under his shirt, as he cradles Steve’s skull with his free hand. The thing that stops Eddie’s heart though is the deeply passionate lip lock the two are sharing, Steve’s arms coiled around James’ neck as he kisses back with a needy noise that hits Eddie like a gut punch.

“Dingus! We are still in public!” Robin exclaims throwing a roll of paper towels at Steve’s back. The kiss breaks with a wet smack and a trail of spit still lingering between their lips before James smacks another quick peck onto Steve’s mouth before letting him up.

“Sorry, sorry,” Steve huffs, fixing his hair before laying his head against James' shoulder, the older jock wrapping an arm around his waist. “James, these are the most important people in my life Robin and Eddie. Robin, Eddie, this is my ex-boyfriend James.”

Eddie’s brain is full of static for the rest of the afternoon but he gathers up a few things. James is in town for the weekend to visit his mom for her birthday. They got together after Steve recovered from getting his ass beat by Billy. James had apparently noticed Steve’s eyes lingering on a few boys in the locker room and took a chance to approach him when he caught Steve practicing with a bat at the diamond behind Hawkins High during the summer. They’d hooked up in the showers after and had a whirlwind summer romance until James had to leave for college and Steve went into his Senior year. 

They were clearly still very close and Eddie could feel his entire body burn because this entire time, he could have had a chance. He could have been kissing Steve and making him smile like that. Steve Harrington was fucking bi and he’d never known. And the worst part is, Eddie can’t even hate James. He’s nice, which Eddie has known since working on a group project with the jock during his first go of high school. He clearly makes Steve happy if the way the brunette laughs and allows himself to be held close is any indication, murmuring low words in Steve’s ear that have the brunette biting his lip to fight a smile. 

Even still the little green monster rages beneath his ribcage because it could have been him, it <i>should</i> have been him. Flirting with Steve until he was curious enough to ask for a touch, a kiss. Wandering hands like he’d always daydreamed of, bitten off whimpers so he could ask to hear all of Steve’s pretty noises. Finally letting Steve lay back have someone take care of him for once. And he’d already had all of that. It had been healthy and positive at least and Eddie would never trade that for anything but he’d just wanted to be the first.

And he’s so stupidly pathetic and gone over Steve that when he makes his excuses to leave and go meet up with Wayne to have breakfast/dinner before his uncle left for the plant that evening he couldn’t resist when Steve opens his arms for a hug. Even with James’ arm still around his waist. Eddie sinks into the touch with a pathetic sigh, breathing in the smell of Steve’s shampoo and Jame’s cologne as a soft ‘be safe, call if you need anything’ is softly whispered in his ear.

He nods and pulls away, but James catches his shoulder before he’s able to pull away entirely, “I’m glad you’re okay Eds, I saw that bs on the news and I was worried about you.” And he sounds so gaddamn sweet and genuine and the thing under Eddie’s ribs pulses because fuck James is so damn good and Eddie hates that he feels this way about him.

“Lucky I had Steve and the others in my corner.” Eddie says staring resolutely at the carpet.

James laughs and claps him on the shoulder gently, hand sliding down his arm, “Yeah, Steve’s good at that isn’t he? Makes it hard not to fall in love with a light like that.”

Eddie needs to leave, Now.

He gets back to the trailer and robotically cooks a meal for he and Wayne that he’s not sure he even tastes before crawling into bed and tossing and turning until the wee hours of the morning. It’s almost 3 am when he gives up on trying to rest and instead picks up his acoustic, he plays until he almost falls asleep bent in half over her and the dawn is creeping in. 

It feels like his head has only just hit the pillow when there’s a knock on his trailer door. Grumbling to himself he shuffles down the hall in his boxers and the same shirt from yesterday. He opens the door and feels ice roll down his spine at the sight of Steve holding a cooler.

“Wanna go hang out at the Lake? I made sandwiches.” And Eddie wants to say something snide, he wants to ask what brought this on, he wants to address the James shaped elephant sitting on his chest. But he’s pathetic so he just nods and goes to put pants on.

They make it out to the lake in silence, Steve bopping along to the radio and Eddie still waking up in the passenger seat. They’re all used to the nightmares at this point so Steve, assuming that’s why he looks so rough, gives him his time and space. He knows Eddie will open up when the older man’s ready.

That moment comes when they’re sitting on the edge of the dock, toes dangling into the cool water of the lake.

“Are you going to get back together, you and James?” Eddie has his hands folded in his lap, facing forward towards the water. Steve is turned towards him though, one leg trailing through the water while the other is propped up behind Eddie.

“Oh goodness no, we had a lovely time when we were together but I think we’ve both grown since then. Moved on to liking other people even.” He nudges Eddie’s leg with his foot, causing the other to turn and look at him.

“What?” Eddie asks, his heart is in his throat again. He’s afraid of how much hope is shining in his eyes as Steve leans in towards him.

“Are you gonna kiss me or what Eddie, I’m getting tired of waiting for you to make a move.” Steve tugs him in, their teeth smacking together painfully until Eddie is able to tilt Steve’s head and slot their lips together properly.

Some time later Eddie is laying back on Steve’s chest, their fingers intertwined as they trade the occasional kiss. They should move soon, people are probably still coming to the lake frequently and their asses are going numb from the uncomfortable wood.

“Wait, if you liked me why did you let James kiss you?” Eddie asks, turning to Steve whose mouth curls into a shit eating grin.

“I knew he was coming into town, he agreed to help me make you jealous so you’d finally make a move. Told me all sorts of stories about how cute you were in school. You know he had a bit of a crush on you too.”

“Wait, what?!”

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[findafight]

That's vaapad. Is the first thing Dustin thinks, barely registering that the one dropped into a defensive stance, indigo 'sabre held tightly, is Steve.

Spacer Steve. Cocky, charming, snarky, kind, jaded, force-null Steve. Holding a lightsaber the colour of Illium's sky just past sunset, when it turns from dusk to night, stars flickering on, Steve is furiously stabbing and slashing at Vader in a way few know how to.

Because Vaapad was Master Windu's form, one he partially invented. One that very few had the control and discipline to practice without slipping too far into the Dark. Dustin had only seen Master Windu in exhibition duels, not full combat. It's very different when it's real, Dustin thinks.

Beside Steve, complimenting every move with synchronicity that comes from only the deepest and sacred of trust, is Robin. Robin who is a bit clumsy and doesn't like blasters, who drifts off in her own world sometimes, who's hands flutter whenever they feel. Where his is the cusp of night, Robin's saber is a brilliant sunrise orange, a blur as she pushes into Vader's defenses.

"go!" Steve yells, his focus slipping for a moment enough that Vader knocks his weapon from his hands. Dustin cannot move, cannot feel the tugging of Lucas on his jacket, or Mike shaking his shoulders.

Until they found El, who had barely escaped years of inquisitor conditioning, he had been alone. Had thought himself one of the only Jedi left. He had told Steve and Robin this, and they had looked at each other for a long moment. Steve had said "we are no Jedi, but we will protect you."

But he'd lied. They were Jedi, now facing down a sith.

Robin throws her own 'sabre to Steve even as she pulls his to her hand. They wield the blades as naturally as their own.

"RUN, NOW!"

Steve doesn't look away from Vader, but releases the double grip he has and throws his hand toward them, an invisible shove that pushes them all back to the door. To the shuttle. To safety.

Someone pushes Dustin away from the doors, and he watches as Vader raises his first in tandem with Robin's feet lifting off the ground. Steve is clutching his leg even as he reaches towards her.

The doors close.

Dustin doesn't realize he's screaming until Erica slaps her hands to his cheeks and forces him to look at her. "You need to pull it together. It's not gonna help them if we just get caught now."

He nods. Mike warns them to strap in for the jump to hyperspace. The jolt barely registers over his shaking.

"hey, man. How...uh. how are you doing?" Lucas's voice is softer, max standing behind him, clutching his hand so hard his fingers are squished together.

All he can gasp out is "why didn't they tell me?"

The rest are silent for a moment. It's a betrayal, this secret Robin and Steve kept. Dustin has been alone, for so long. He wanted to be close to his lost culture, to the people that are now few and far between, scattered in the stars and hiding. Why would they deny who they were? Their own People? When they could have taught him so much, revived something thought lost.

Gently, Lucas sits down, pulling Max beside him, and weaves his fingers between Dustin's trembling ones. They sit together for a long time.

Eventually, Lucas swallows loudly.

"I think..." Lucas, Dustin realizes, has been shaking too. They have all watched their friends, people who they love and have spent so much time with, sacrifice themselves to protect them all from the Emperor's guard dog. "I think that they were protecting us, by not saying anything."

"what?"

"Dustin. They're in their twenties. They probably fought in the Clone Wars. I just. I don't think they lied, really, about themselves."

Dustin rears back. "they said they weren't Jedi! That's a lie!"

Erica stirs, from Dustin's other side. He hadn't realized she was holding him.

"maybe it's not to them. Maybe...maybe they think of themselves as people who used to be Jedi. But aren't anymore. Maybe that's how they dealt with the war."

"but..." Dustin has never considered himself anything other than a Jedi, cannot comprehend shrugging it off even in the face of the Empire. "But why?"

Max, who has been silent, sniffs. "Because everything else they said was true." Mike, who retired from the cockpit Will and joined their cuddling hums questioningly.

She sighs. "Steve fell in love during the war, and planned a future raising little babies with whoever it was. Robin had a grand romance that was never meant to be with a politician or something. They've known each other since they were small."

"just now, we know they were doing that while fighting the Separatists." Lucas said.

"exactly. Think about it. I don't know who Steve could have fallen in love with, but... Mike. Didn't your sister have to work with a Jedi Padawan a few years before the Clone Wars? Didn't you say she got...weird? After? Robin was always weird about your last name..."

Mike goes stuff, even as Dustin barely registers anything about his sister, focusing on who Steve could have loved. A horrible, horrible possibility comes to mind that makes too much sense for how sad, heartbroken, confused Steve was about the "break up".

"oh stars." Says Mike. "Robin was the Jedi Nancy fell in love with before she fell for Jonathan. Oh no. She even said the Jedi had an orange 'sabre. Holy kark!"

Dustin sobs. Erica presses her face into his shoulder.

"Steve fell in love with a Clone." Bursts from his lips.

"what?" There's an overlap of voices. Shock, horror, confusion mixed together.

He shrugs. "It's the only thing that makes sense. Max, remember when he told us? About when they decided to be together? He said his--his love" and Dustin doesn't know if he says it as a dirty thing because the Clone troopers killed his family, or because Jedi very rarely had romantic relationships and he was still too young to understand the complexities of them for Jedi, or something else entirely. "Wanted to raise his little brothers. Protect them. Steve wanted...well I guess he must've wanted to be a creche master. They wanted to do it together. In the temple, at home."

Max joins. "He said That they'd spent a long time working together with his Ma, so--oh kriff, his force damned Master! That has to be it, right Dustin? That's like a parent for Jedi right? He...Steve said he watched her die. Watched...watched his lover die."

They are all silent, for a moment.

"do you think...do you think Steve had to kill him?" Mike asks, when only the rumble of hyperspeed fills the space.

Max counters with "Robin said she was on Coruscant when the Republic fell. What do you think she had to do? What she saw?" Dustin knows. Dustin saw the hallways. Saw the men in white armour who they all thought were friends massacre them in their home, led by some sith apprentice.

"I think they did what they had to to keep each other alive." Will says.

No one can argue with that.

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[harringtonstilinski]

Always The Babysitter - Chapter Eighteen: Suzie, Do You Copy?

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) Word Count: 3,233 Warnings: fluff, some teasing, robin (yay!!) Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! Season 3 is upon us!! WE FINALLY GET ROBIN!! If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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“And if your path won’t lead you home, you can never surrender,” I sang, putting on a layer of mascara. I had to take the kids, minus my brother, to the mall. 

Hawkins got a new mall built; our very first one, and it was the new hangout spot. You either shopped or you hung out, which is what I did most of the time. 

When a knock sounded on my window, I knew it was go time. After I opened my bedroom door, I walked down the hallway and to the front door. For some reason, Mom was still awake, so I asked her if I could borrow the car to go see my favorite person, which she smiled and agreed.

When the kids piled in the car, I drove straight to Hawkins new mall; Starcourt. It literally had everything; shops, a food court, - hell, even a damn movie theater.

“Liv, hurry up, we’re gonna miss the opening!” Will groaned.

“Do I detect whining coming from a Mr. Will Byers?” I asked, looking at him through the rearview mirror. “Blame Mike. His ass had us waiting for him. Plus, I’m going the speed limit.”

“We’ll miss it if you keep complaining,” Mike said.

“Oh, look,” I said, pointing to the big ass building. “We’re here.” I parked in the closest spot I could find, the kids and I piling out before we walked inside the mall.

Lucas was making fun of Mike for being at El and Hop’s house… making out with her the whole time. Gross. But I guess I couldn’t say anything. Steve and I made out half the time.

Will and I laughed at Lucas’ tactics, the latter saying, “See? Even Will and Liv think it’s funny.”

“Because it is,” we said.

“Yeah, it’s so funny that I want to spend romantic time with my girlfriend,” Mike said. “And, Liv, you can’t say anything. That’s all you and Steve do.” “Yeah, but doing nothing but making out isn’t romantic,” I said. “You have to take her out, like on a picnic or something.”

He stopped and turned to face me, giving me a look that I chuckled at.

“Okay, I know it’s hard because of Hop, but you can take her on the front porch with a couple sandwiches or something.”

When we reached the escalators, we walked down them instead of enjoying the small ride it gave, everyone exclaiming out “Hey!” as we walked around them. We walked by a few people, me giving apologies to everyone the kids bumped into, someone saying, “Watch it.”

“Yeah, watch it, nerd,” Erica said. She was sitting by some plants, a waffle cone in her hand from the ice cream shop.

“Isn’t past your bedtime?” Lucas asked.

“Isn't it time you died?” 

“Erica!” I chuckled.

“Psycho!” Lucas said.

“Butthead!” Erica retorted.

A couple more names were thrown at each other before Lucas blew a raspberry at her, Max grabbing his arm and telling him that what he did was mature.

Mike went into the ice cream shop, Scoops Ahoy, walking up to the counter and ringing the bell. A girl I came to know as Robin, hollered out, “Hey, dingus, your children and girlfriend are here!” before the window doors opened up, Steve coming into view, saying, “Again? Seriously?”

Mike just rang the bell a few more times before Robin let them in the back, where we followed Mike to the back door that Steve opened up for us. The kids went out first, Steve telling them, “I swear if anyone hears about this–”, the kids replying, “We’re dead!”  before I tried to sneak by him, but failed as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he said. I could hear the smile in his words.

I giggled as he walked me back into the back room of the shop, pressing my back against the wall. “Steve! I have to-” Kiss. “-get back-” Kiss. “- to the kids!”

“Later,” he breathed, diving back in for another kiss. “You have to kiss me stupid.”

I smiled, feeling his lips on my teeth before laughing.

Steve groaned, resting his head on my shoulder. “Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiv.”

“I’m sorry,” I laughed. Taking in a breath, I said, “I’m sorry, I’ll stop. I’ll stop.”

He looked at me, that look of really? in his eyes. I honestly couldn’t help but laugh at his look, him walking away towards the door to the front of the store before I walked up to him, grabbing his hand and turning him around. “I’m sorry.”

Wrapping an arm around my waist, he said, “Uh-huh, sure,” before kissing me again. He pulled away when Robin called, “Hey, dingus! Customers.”

“We’ll finish this later,” he said, nose brushing mine.

“I look forward to it,” I smiled, diving in for one last kiss before he disappeared. Not even five minutes later, the power went out. I stood up and went to the door that led to the front of the store, poking my head out as Steve came walking to the switch by the door. “What happened? Is there a storm coming?”

“I don’t know,” he said, flipping the switch up and down.

I watched Robin walk closer to him, watching him for a moment. “That isn’t gonna work, dingus.”

“Oh, really?” He annoyingly flipped the switch rapidly. 

“I give you full permission to murder him,” I said, looking at Robin. Looking back at Steve, I said, “It looks like you’re jacking off.”

When he flipped the switch for on, the power came back on. Steve walked back to the ice cream buckets, saying, “Let there be light.”

“You’re lucky you’re hot as fuck,” I muttered, walking back into the back room. I picked up a book I kept back here for when I came to visit Steve… which happened to be almost every single day.

I guess I had fallen asleep because I woke up to feather-light kisses on my cheek.

“Liv,” Steve said, gently. “Come on, baby, it’s time to wake up. My shift’s over. You have to take the kids home.”

I groaned, opening my eyes. “Shit. I forgot.” I stood, placing my book back in its hiding spot before walking over to Steve at the front of the store so that he could close and lock the door that almost looked like a garage door.

The kids knew to meet me at the front of the mall, so I knew they were there. What surprised me was that Erica was standing there with them, waiting. Then it hit me; I needed to take Erica home as well.

Before I walked to my car with the kids, I kissed Steve goodbye and told him I’d be at his house later. I always dropped the car back at the house before biking to Steve’s, where I slept like a baby in his arms.

~~~

I woke up with a start and sat up in the bed, the word shit on repeat out of my mouth. Steve woke up as I threw the blankets off of me before I got out of the bed. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!” I swear I looked like a chicken with its head cut off as I ran around his room, opening drawers and his closet door, looking for clothes.

“What time is it?” he asked, groggily.

“Uhm… 7? I think,” I said, pulling on some shorts. I grabbed my favorite graphic tee and put it on before finding my socks and Converse, sitting on the bed to put them on. I felt Steve’s fingers under my shirt, lightly stroking the skin of my back above my shorts.

“What’s the rush?” he asked, yawning.

“I forgot I have to go with Mom today,” I said, standing up, running my fingers through my hair. “We’re picking up Dustin from that camp.”

Steve nodded, remembering what I told him earlier in the week. “Will you come see me?”

I smiled. “Of course.” Bending down, I placed my lips on his, feeling his hand on the back of my head. I squealed when he pulled me down on top of him, peppering kisses all over my face. “Steve! I have to go!”

“One more,” he said, bringing his lips to mine once again in a sweet kiss.

I pulled away, looking at him. We haven’t said those three words yet, mainly because I didn’t want to feel rushed. I do feel it, but with his track record of that four letter word, I wanted to make sure I actually felt it, and I do.

Smiling, I said, “I’ll see you later.”

He smiled back at me, repeating my words. 

I gave him one last kiss before getting off the bed once again to walk to the hallway then the staircase before going outside and getting on my bike to pedal myself home.

When I got home, I ran inside to my room for a moment, spritzing myself with my favorite perfume Steve got me for my birthday before my mom and I got in the car to go get Dustin.

Her and I talked about almost anything and everything, her main questions being about Steve.

“So,” she said. “Have you said it yet?”

I shook my head, forgetting she was driving. “No, not yet. I want to make absolutely sure.”

“Well, you have since you two were kids. What’s the holdup?”

I sighed. “His track record. The last girl he was with–”

“Nancy Wheeler,” Mom interrupted. 

“Yeah,” I breathed. “She didn’t love him, and it messed with him for a few days. I guess I’m just waiting for the right moment, the right time.”

Mom put her hand in mine, squeezing a little. “You’ve always waited for the perfect time or place to say or do anything.”

“I-is that a good thing?” I wondered.

She laughed a little. “A very good thing. When it comes to you. Now, Dusty on the other hand–”

“He’ll blurt things out without thinking, do things without thinking,” I chuckled. “But that’s what makes him our Dusty.”

“And that’s what makes you you,” she said.

I looked at her and smiled before looking at the sign for the camp Dustin had been at for the last month. Oddly enough… I missed the little shithead. I smiled big when I saw him before I got out of the car and gave him the biggest hug. “I missed you, shithead.”

“I missed you, wiseass,” he said. I could hear the smile behind his words.

Mom telling us to come on caused us to break out of our hug. He tried to go around me to get in the front seat, but I beat him to it. As he got into the backseat, he whined, “Mom, Liv won’t let me sit up front.”

“Okay, first of all,” I said, turning to face him. “Every single time we’re both with Steve, you always sit in the front. On the way to drop your ass off at camp-”

“Livvie,” Mom said, driving back towards Hawkins.

“Sorry,” I muttered. “You got to sit in the front. So it’s my turn. You can sit up front when we leave again.”

“I’m gonna try and hang out with the party today,” Dustin said. 

I groaned, turning and resting the back of my head against the headrest.

“He’ll understand,” Mom said.

“I know,” I dragged. “He was asking me about Dustin the other day on the phone.”

It was quiet for a moment before I heard Dustin say, “This is Gold Leader, returning to base. Do you copy? Over.” A few seconds later, he repeated his words. Since no one answered him a second time, I could tell he was frustrated when he repeated it a third time. No answer, so he proceeded to say, “I repeat: This is goddamn Gold Leader–”

“Dusty!” Mom and I exclaimed.

“What?”

“Relax, for goodness sake,” I said.

“Liv, I’m in range, they should be answering.”

“You’ve been away a whole month, honeybun,” Mom said. “Maybe they just… forgot.”

Tension rose in the car as Mom continued to drive us back home. When she pulled in the driveway, she parked the car under the awning. Dustin made his way inside the house as soon as Mom turned off the car, his duffle bag in his hand.

I went straight to the kitchen to get myself a glass of water, drinking about half of it before hearing Dustin say, “Liv, are you seeing this?”

Smiling to myself, I set the glass in the sink, rim side down before walking into the living room, seeing Dustin knelt beside his toys. Feeling hands on my arms and shoulders, I tried not to laugh as I counted from three on my fingers, five out of the six kids blowing their noisemakers.

I laughed as Dustin screamed and turned around, spraying something in Lucas’ eyes causing him to scream as well from the pain. “Dustin, stop!” I laughed. Grabbing Lucas’ shoulder, I led him into the kitchen. “Flush your eyes out.”

Max came in after us, turning on the water and sticking his eyes under the faucet.

I heard my phone ringing, so I ran to my room to answer it. “Hello?” “There’s that voice I adore so much.”

I smiled, laying on my back on my bed. “Steve,” I said. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“I am,” he said. “But considering it’s only 10 o’clock, no one really comes in for ice cream this early.”

“Not even for some USS Butterscotch?” I asked, almost seductively.

He chuckled on the other end. “Not even for that. Hey, are you coming up here today?”

“Yes. You think I’m gonna miss you flirting with other girls just to get a sale?”

“I can’t believe you’re okay with that.”

“Well, as long as you don’t leave me for one of those other girls, I have no problem with it,” I smiled. I really did trust him. They really didn’t flirt back with him, which was honestly shocking.

“Dingus! Counter!” I heard Robin say. Steve sighed before saying, “I gotta go. But I'll see you two later?”

“Just me. Dustin wants to hang with the party today since he just got back. Not sure when I’ll bring him up.”

“Okay. Well, I’ll see you later then.”

I giggled. “Sure. Bye.”

“Bye.”

I hung up the phone, smiling to myself. I was so incredibly happy with Steve. I just hoped nothing would mess it up. I ran out of my room when I heard the word girlfriend come out of Dustin’s mouth.

Popping my head in his room, Will, Mike, El and myself all exclaimed, “Girlfriend?”

 ~~~

After Dustin had told us about his girlfriend, whose name was Suzie with a Z from Utah, I got on my bike and rode to the mall, needing to tell Robin about this new piece of information. She didn’t know Dustin all that well, so she wouldn’t judge… or really care. Steve, on the other hand, needed to hear this piece of information from Dustin himself.

I ran into the mall, running down the escalators and straight into Scoops Ahoy, where I ran past Steve with a customer. Robin was in the back, so I quickly rushed out my words, out of breath. 

She had her board in her hand, giving me a look that said I really don’t care.

Sighing, I said, “I needed to get this piece of information off my chest.”

She opened the window, the back of Steve’s head coming into view. I watched him scoop some ice cream on a cone before handing it to the customer, saying, “Alright, one scoop of chocolate, that’s a buck twenty-five. Anything else?”

The customer handed him some bills before he asked, “Ooh, Purdue. Fancy.”

“Yeah, I’m excited.”

He messed with the register as he said, “Yeah, ya’know, I considered it, Purdue, but then I was like, ya’know what? I-I really think I need some real-life experience, ya’know, before I hit college, see what it feels like.”

I facepalmed before looking at Robin, asking, “Why am I with him again?”

“Kinda like, uhh, I don’t know, see what it’s like to earn a working-man’s wage, ya’know? Uhh…” The register beeping distracted him for a second before he said, “I think that’s, like, really important.”

“Yeah, totally,” the customer said.

“Yeah, anyway, this was, like, so fun,” Steve said, almost throwing the girl's change back at her. “This is… my first day here,” he said, as the girl and her friend walked away.

“Aaaand another one bites the dust,” Robin said.

Steve turned around to face as she handed me her marker.

I looked at the board, counting the tallies as I marked one and said, “You are oh for six, Popeye.”

“Yeah, babe, I can count,” Steve said.

“You know that means you suck,” Robin said.

“Yep, I can read, too, but that doesn’t matter ‘cause I have my beautiful girlfriend right here,” he said, holding his hands out towards me.

“You can read?” I asked, feigning shock. “Since when?”

“Okay, you know what,” he said. I giggled before he added, “It’s this stupid hat. I am telling you, it is totally blowing my best feature.”

“Your heart?” I said, reaching over the counter to press my fingertips to where his heart laid beneath his chest.

He looked at me with a deadpan look. “My hair, wiseass.”

“Company policy really blows, doesn’t it? I mean, you don’t want your customers to eat Faberge with her USS Butterscotch.”

“Haven’t you considered… telling the truth?” Robin asked.

“Oh, you mean, that I couldn’t even get into Tech and my douchebag dad’s trying to teach me a lesson, I make three bucks an hour, and I have no future? That truth?” Steve said.

“Hey now,” I said. “Future is standing right here.”

“Hey, twelve o’clock,” Robin said, pointing behind Steve.

He turned, saying, “Oh, shit,” before turning back to face me, saying, “Gotta flirt.” He turned to Robin and said, “You know what?” before tossing his hat off in my direction. I caught it and placed it on my own head as he said, “Screw company policy.” 

“Oh, my god,” Robin and I said. “You’re a whole new man.”

Steve backed away saying, “Right? Ooh,” before turning around and yelling at the customers. “Ahoy, ladies! I didn’t see you there. Would you guys like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me? I’ll be your captain. I’m Steve Harrington.”

“Kill me,” I whispered. “Kill me now.”

“Can I get you guys a little taste of the Cherries Jubilee? No? Anybody? Banana Boat? Four people, four spoons?”

“Give me the marker,” I said to Robin.

“You still have it, dingette,” she said.

I looked down at my hand, the marker, in fact, still there. I walked over to the board, putting another tally on it before capping the writing utensil and going over to where my book was, grabbing it and sitting on the corner of the counter to lean back against the wall to begin reading.

Once Steve’s shift was over - like, always when I biked - we loaded my bike in the trunk of his car, or what would fit, and drove back to his house, where we took our showers, got dressed in our pajamas and fell asleep, teasing each other about his antics at Scoops Ahoy.

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[rogue-durin-16]

SUNGLASSES AND LIPSTICK STAINS (part III/III)

Summary: after having his heart torn in half at Tina's party, Steve finds comfort in the most unexpected person. Who would have guessed he would develop such a strong connection with someone he's barely spoken to?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Genre: mostly fluff (hurt/comfort)

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Warnings: language, mild violence

A/N: long awaited and, after deleting tons of angst, finally here. This is not a chapter, this is a bunch of chaotic scenes under a trench coat pretending to be a chapter. Bear with me and enjoy <3

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An unknown ruckus that did nothing for my throbbing head had woken me up, yet I was not expecting to stumble into whatever was going on at the Henderson's.

Most of the kids ran around attempting to tidy up their sleeping place, although Jonathan was clearly doing the actual job. Mike yelled through the phone, presumably at his mother, periodically being shushed by Hopper, whose back faced the group of middle schoolers and the tired junior ushering them.

That was probably the oddest part of the scene, because Hopper seemed to be confiding information to Y/n from across the kitchen counter —the overwhelming kind, given how she massaged her temples with closed eyelids.

"—And back to the police station." He finished explaining, tapping his palm on the marble surface before turning around. "Good, he's awake. Hopper pushed himself off the kitchen counter and wiggled his car keys at me. "You got five minutes. Grab your things."

"Where are we-" Hopper was out of the house before I could finish the sentence. "what's going on?" I flinched at the loudness of the kids as I made my way to the kitchen.

"I asked him to take you to the hospital." Y/n intervened. She had straightened up as soon as Hopper noticed I was out of bed, and was now handing me a glass of water along with Tylenol. "how's the head?"

I chose to ignore her question and formulated one of my own instead. "What d'you mean 'to the hospital'? You patched me up."

"I did but— bye guys!" She waved at both Byers and the four kids trailing after him. "You need an actual doctor to check it out."

"Y/n, I can't— you don't understand—"

"Chief told me everything." The girl took a step closer and maneuvered my chin ever so carefully to check my broken nose. "Or at least everything I could beat out of him."

I breathed out a surprised chuckle. "You're something else."

"I'll take that as a compliment." She countered with a small tired smile. Now that I had a moment to study her upclose, I wondered if she had slept at all that night. "we gotta go." She whispered.

"You too?"

"It's Monday, Steve." Monday. Jesus, I completely forgot about school. A groan escaped my lungs while the girl jogged to her bedroom. "I'll tell Ms. O'Donnell you're sick!" She shouted while I finally chugged the Tylenol. "C'mon." Y/n was back in a flash. She tossed me my jacket and motioned at the already open front door for me to walk over.

A furrow formed between my brows when, instead of joining me, Y/n rummaged through the cushions. "What are you doing?"

"Jonathan brought... Ah! This." The girl skipped to her home's entrance, bag dangling on her shoulder by a strap, and handed me my sunglasses. "You'll need them."

Sweet. I would have never thought I'd use that word to describe Y/n Henderson, but to be fair, I'd never thought she would look at me so tenderly.

The next thing I knew, I was planting a kiss on her temple, her hand secured in mine. It had come as such a natural occurence that I hadn't given it a second thought.

There was a pink tinge on her cheeks when I pulled away. "What's that for?"

"For taking care of me." It was an excuse. Something about the way she tilted her head to the side told me she knew that.

November 9, 1984

READER'S P. O. V.

"What happened to you, Stevie boy?!"

The obnoxious voice could be easily identified way before he made an appearance. Most people walking from class to class on my locker's corridor did. That's why Tommy Hagan was able to strut freely through the racket of students at Steve's tail, whose head hung low.

"Did you fall face first?" His taunts grew louder the closer they were to my locker. "From king to punching bag!"

"Piss off, Tommy. I'm not in the mood." Now that was barely audible. In fact, I wouldn't have caught it if it wasn't because Steve was walking right by my back when he spoke.

"Aw, he's not in the mood." Hagan mocked him.

During the previous weekdays, I had found myself growing closer to the former King of Hawkins High, now reduced to an exhausted teen walking the halls alone. One would say I even turned somewhat protective of him; that's why I didn't think through my actions until Tommy was on the floor, his palms catching him just in time to avoid a broken nose.

It took Billy and Carol a hot minute to process that I, who now faced them instead of the row of lockers, was the reason why the remaining member of their trifecta had tripped mid sentence.

There was a brief halt in everyone's motions. The shock in the sudden silence among us shifted to anticipation as soon as Tommy himself caught on what had happened, "Did you just fucking trip me?"

"Nope," I popped the 'p', feigned cluelessness dripping from my tongue and making Tommy's blood boil. "I think you just fell face first, Hagan."

It took all my willpower not to flinch when Hagan's freckled face was shoved to mine close enough for our noses to touch.

"The fuck did you just say?"

I barely registered a yelled, warning 'Hey!' from somewhere on my left flank that sounded like Steve.

However, it was —to my surprise— Billy Hargrove's hand the one immediately enclosed around Tommy's bicep, yanking him back with an iron grip.

"She's not worth it." There was a tinge of fear in his uncanny irises, flooded with both hatred and frustration when he gave me an up-and-down that felt closer to a spit. "C'mon."

It took them making a left at the end of the hall for me to release the strained breath I didn't know I was holding.

My irises locked with Steve's warm ones as soon as I turned my head to the left. The boy stood at a safe distance, balancing his weight from one leg to another with hesitance.

He opened his mouth, yet words either got caught up in his throat or dissolved into nothingness. His eyes darted behind him for a second, and soon returned back to me with intent.

I watched the boy's moves with a frown as he spun and slowly took the few steps separating him from the bathroom.

One last tentative glance from the door was all I needed to follow his lead, mindful of the eyes around us that luckily had already returned to their respective business.

"Harrington?" My pitch was careful, since I was unsure of whether or not we were all by ourselves.

"Here." Was the only response I obtained —it reverberated from afar in the seemingly empty bathroom.

My boots clicked on the tiles as I dove further into the fluorescent lit room. I clutched my books against my chest in anticipation when I caught a glimpse of Steve's figure in the sinks's mirrors at the very far end of the restroom.

My steps stopped right at the corner and knocked on the last stall's poorly hinged door before resting my shoulder against it.

"Hey." He whispered, hands shoved in his pockets as he leaned back on the wall in front of me.

"Hey." I echoed with a tight-lipped smile. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah. I just—" His visage was quickly casted down to avoid eye contact, making his hair bob as he looked for the right words. "Thanks. Don't do that again though, 'cause if you think Tommy won't hit a girl—"

"I'm very aware of what was about to happen." I cut him off, re-accommodating my books to rest on my hip so I could gesture at the bathroom's entrance with my thumb. "It'd trip Hagan anyday."

"Why?"

"He's an asshole."

"And I'm not?"

"You want me to trip you too?"

There was a moment of silence in which a spark of mischief crossed Steve's eyes. It was swiftly followed by a snort he could barely hold back.

"What is it?"

"Nothing," his fingers carded the few rogue strands falling on his eyes, an amused smile lingering on his gaze. "I just thought of the corniest pick-up line."

"Oh God."

"Now I really need to say it."

"No, you don't."

"If you were to trip me, I could say I..." Steve intently wiggled his brows at me. "fell for you."

I stared blankly at him for an instant, trying not to laugh and accidentally spur him on. "That's just tragic." I feigned a disappointed sigh. "Just when I thought I liked you."

Silence. Ominous silence that carried the blood to my cheeks when I realized what I had just said.

It's okay, I told myself after briefly meeting Steve's mildly widened eyes, it doesn't have to mean I like like him.

"Y/n?"

"Hmm?"

"This is..." The senior pushed himself off the tiled wall, one of his hands finding comfort in his hair once again. I would have never pinned Steve Harrington as a fidgety guy, but he was full of surprises. "Do you wanna come over after school?"

"...What?"

"We could watch a movie." He explained further, blatantly ignoring the shock tensing every muscle of my body.

"I... like- like a uhh" I shifted on the spot, tightening the grip on my books in a vain attempt to ground myself when Steve walked closer. "like a hangout? or like-?"

"I'm asking you out, Y/n." Steve seemed to ponder his thoughts for a second before plainly saying, "I like you."

My whole body refused to respond, and I was frozen in place, left to see Steve's confidence slowly crumble.

"Am I— did I read this wrong?"

The bell ringing was a life saver. I for one did not hesitate to jolt straight to the door with an apologetic smile that was closer to a grimace.

I couldn't get far before five slender digits were gently wrapped around my wrist. "If I did, can we ignore that last thing I said? Honestly, I could use a friend right now and you're—"

"You didn't... read it wrong." My quiet words, strained with pride, eased the situation instantly. "At your place at 7?"

"Yeah, that's good." He exhaled, thumb rubbing a couple of reassuring circles on the back of my hand before dropping to his side. "I'll see you later then?"

"M-hm." I gave him a quick nod and, after debating on whether or not I should do something stupid, I leaped forward and planted a kiss on his cheekbone.

I had no way of knowing he would trap my lips with his the moment they lifted from his skin. I didn't oppose either.

For the next weeks, that was it for us. We unraveled ourselves in lazy make out sessions, secret bathroom talks, and indoors dates.

It was easier like that, when it was just us who knew —even if it meant sneaking kisses when he dropped Dustin home and pretending not to know to each other while we were in class.

Yeah, it was easier to pretend to be a couple when no one else had to know about it, but December came and we weren't pretending anymore.

December 15, 1984

STEVE'S P. O. V.

"Now you're gonna go in there,"

"Yeah,"

"Look like a million bucks!"

"Yeah!"

"And you’re gonna slay ‘em dead."

"Like a lion." I had to fight the urge to cringe at Dustin's purr.

"Don't do that, okay?" I begged instead, earning a tiny, chastised 'okay' from the kid.

An encouraging nod and a handclasp later, the boy was climbing out of the car with his chest puffed and his chin high.

Turns out middle schoolers weren't the headache Nancy made it out to be. It was actually quite a refreshing change to have them around. Throughout both November and December, I had grown to know how nice it would have been to have a younger sibling around.

Maybe I would have felt less alone all the time.

The amused smile that had twisted up the corner of my lips at the sight of Dustin proudly adjusted his blazer whilst talking to a teacher gradually faded away at the depressing thoughts which began to cloud my mind.

My shoulders slumped slightly at that dark feeling that had been looming over me more often than not during the year; that terrifying loneliness I rarely seemed to get rid of.

The school's ajar door being pushed open not only pulled me out of my own head, but also slowly returned the grin to my face.

It was Y/n the one exiting the building. Her joyful laugh echoed in the nearly empty parking lot, just temporarily filled by passing cars dropping the kids off at the Snow Ball.

Her confident stroll slowed down at the sight of my car, but her face's brightness didn't falter.

"Harrington."

Her tone was of surprise as she resumed her walk, even though I was positive Dustin had mentioned I would be driving him to the ball.

"Henderson." I reciprocated the greeting, trying not to seem too eager to be near her when I ripped more than unplucked the key from the ignition and stepped out of the vehicle.

It had become exponentially more complicated— to be distant, to try and make it look like we were mere acquaintances. In all honesty, I didn't even know why we kept the lie up anymore.

"I see my brother took your awful hair advice." She teased with a coy grin, her forearms resting atop the roof of my car. She searched and found a faux vexed reaction from me.

"Uhm, excuse me." I huffed, circling the obstacle between us at a watchful slow pace. "'Awful hair advice'? I think you mean awesome." My heart skipped a beat when the girl gnawed her lower lip to bite back a laugh —a mindless habit of hers that never failed to suck the air out of my lungs. "Have you seen this?" I questioned, motioning at my hair.

"Yeah I've seen the bird nest." She taunted me, turning to face me when I reached her side.

"You're really fucking mean."

"Hmm... I thought I was the sweetest person you'd met?" She jokingly inquired, rocking forward on her tippy toes. "Your words, not mine."

A single breathy laugh left my lungs, chin falling so I could stare at my shoes, which had turned to be an engrossing sight every time Y/n did that.

"I didn't know you were chaperoning." I chose to comment once I had collected myself enough to meet her gaze.

"I'm not." She corrected, bracing herself when a particularly cold beat of wind hit us. "The teachers needed a hand with the decorations. You think I'd come to a Ball dressed like this?"

"I think you could wear Mrs. Click's clothes and still knock the air out of any guy's lungs."

Whatever Y/n was going to respond died in the back of her throat. I was about to audibly take pride on leaving her speechless when her fist playfully knocked my arm.

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"Stop teaching my brother dumb pick-up lines!" Her index finger pointed accusative at my form.

"He uses them?"

"UHHH YEAH." Y/n giggled to herself, spinning to rest her back against my BMW's side. "He sounds so fucking ridiculous, practicing them in the mirror and shit."

"Hey, don't laugh at him!" I barely had enough restraint to not snicker at the anecdote while I moved to stand in front of the girl. "You're such a bad sister."

"And you're such a bad influence!" She countered, letting her melodic laugh gradually die down, leaving no trace but a beautiful beam gracing her gaze, slightly pinked by December's low temperatures. "What are you doing to my brother, Harrington?"

"I'm just helping him be cool, y'know?" I shrugged, trying to seem as suave as I could about being inches away from Y/n's body. "Giving him a pinch of King Steve's advice."

"I'll shove King Steve's advice up your ass."

"You're just jealous."

"Maybe I am a little jealous." She gave me a nonchalant shrug.

"Wait, really?"

"You can't blame me." Her digits tugged on her sleeves, probably to preserve the little warmth left in her palms. "It's always 'Steve this', 'Steve that'..." She swinged her head from one side to another, empathizing her words and simultaneously making it all more hilarious. "One day you're a jerk and the next you're this awesome dude he adores."

"Some things run in the family, don't they?" I teased, taking her cold hands in mine to bring them up and blow hot air in them.

"I never said you were awesome." Her voice turned into a whisper, y/e/c eyes searching for my thoughts in mines.

"I know you think I'm awesome." Y/n scoffed at my cocky quip. "And I know you secretly adore me."

"Ha."

"Ha." I mocked her, bringing her palms to rest on my chest so I could slide mines down to her waist. "You're not denying it."

"You're annoying." It was more an exhale than a sentence. "So annoying. You have no idea."

"Then you adore annoying."

I felt a chill running down my spine when her icy fingertips creeped all the way up to my nape hair to toy with it.

"I think I'm gonna kiss you." I muttered, bumping my nose with hers.

Y/n pulled away ever so slightly, yet enough to make me chase her frame, even with her hands still around me. "Here?"

"Yeah." I tried to act nonchalant for both of our sakes. It would have never occurred to me that I would be anxious about getting caught kissing a girl. "That okay?"

After a second of hesitation and a short lived nod, a beam lit up Y/n's gaze as she brought me into an innocent kiss that soon deepened.

There was something intoxicating about her, something that stuck with me back in October at Tina's Party and had yet to let me go.

Maybe it wasn't something about her, maybe it was her —the way she carried herself, the cleverness in her words and how her hands held me. It was definitely her, and I couldn't get enough.

That's why when Y/n, whose senses were sharper, abruptly pulled away with a gasp, my immediate reaction was to whine.

And then I heard that little shit's voice.

"Y/n?" The wide-eyed girl pushed me aside to make direct eye contact with Mike. "Oh my God."

"Mike." one of my hands remained on Y/n's waist while she raised her menacing index finger at the younger Wheeler. "Don't you dare."

The kid stared at Y/n, then stared at me, and then ran back inside. A faint 'Dustin' made it out of the building before the door got shut.

Soon enough, Y/n was attempting to chase Mike, although I was quick enough to bring her back to our previous spot before she could cross the entrance.

"That little bitch is gonna tell everyone!" She complained, trying and failing to walk past me.

"Then let him, who cares?"

"Uhhh you?"

"Says who?"

Her mind seemed to malfunction for a second, not quite processing my words. "What do you mean?"

"why would I mind people knowing we're dating?"

"THERE'S A MILLION REASONS!"

"Name three." I requested, raising three fingers between us.

"Okay— Nancy."

"I have my life and she has hers." I countered. "Plus, I didn't see her holding back with Jonathan right after we broke up."

"Status."

"Dustin said I gotta grow out of that bullshit and he's right."

"I—" a judging frown twisted her expression. "are you taking advice from a middle schooler?"

"he's pretty smart." I defended myself, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Third?"

"I don't know."

"You said there was a million reasons."

"Shut up." She leaned back against the car with a scowl substituting what had been a joyful smile just a couple of minutes ago.

"Are you embarrassed?" I questioned, tugging on the hem of her jumper.

"Steve, we went through this a million times." She sighed, catching my fingers with hers. "I'm not, I just don't wanna—"

"Undermine my reputation blah blah blah. Fuck that." I pecked the tip of her nose, unleashing a new wave of amusement trying to fight its way through the stress. "Let's go out."

"We go out every Friday."

"No, like, out out? To the movies or something." I couldn't tell if the pink on her cheeks was due to the biting cold or my proposal. "That dipshit's gonna spread the word like wildfire anyway."

She considered for an instant, but we both knew which answer she wanted to give me.

"You sure?" She said instead, making me push out a lighthearted scoff.

"Do I look unsure to you?" Before she could speak, I stole a quick, tender kiss from her. "Next Friday. I'll pick you up at 7."

"Jeez I didn't even say yes."

"Oh were you gonna reject me?" I teased with raised brows.

"Fuck you, Harrington." She spat without an ounce of malice in her tone, trapping her lower lip between her teeth. God, I was a goner.

"I'll hold you to that." She huffed at my wink and my smug smile, and I knew she was as much of a goner as myself. "C'mon," I stepped aside to open the passenger door. "Let's get you home before any of those little shits decide to believe Wheeler." Just when I thought Y/n would, for the first time, not complain about me driving her anywhere, she stopped between me and the now accessible passenger's seat. "Jesus, don't start—"

"Did you have dinner yet?"

Well, that was not what I was expecting. "...No?"

"Wanna go to that new diner downtown?" Blink. Another blink. Was she asking me out? "It's on me."

"I... Okay. Yeah! Yeah, cool."

"Cool." She echoed, the corner of her lips twitching up with amusement. "C'mon then."

"Shit, yeah." I left her side to circle the BMW and, when I climbed in, I found her already belted and ready.

"It's a date, by the way." She clarified, tugging on the sleeves of her jacket once more.

"Yeah I got that, dumbass." I whispered back whilst starting the car.

I didn't even attempt to hold the genuine grin that only she seemed to be able to pull out of me these days when her fingers found my free hand to tangle with my own.

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Blood Of My Blood

18+ Minors don’t you dare!!!

Word Count: 2751

Pairing: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Original Female Character

Warnings: Explicit, Mention Of Throuple, MMF, Dépression, PTSD, Death, Trauma, Refusing To Eat, Swearing.

Synopsis:

It's been a week after the events of the great earthquake in Hawkins and the night Eddie died. Steve has moved Layla into his house after Eddie's trailer was split in half. She had been held up in Steve's room the whole time, she doesn't eat, sleeps most of the day, and won't talk to anyone or leave. Steve lays next to her every night to watch over her. Nothing seems to change till one night, Layla hears a voice coming from outside calling her name. She thinks perhaps it's hallucinations brought on by her grief. Steve doesn't believe her yet she insists she's hearing a voice. Who could be trying to contact Layla? A lost soul, someone from her past, a ghost? Or perhaps....all three?

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Prologue

"Eddie? What are you doing? Come on just grab the rope and let's go!" Layla begged her boyfriend as he stood in the Upside Down version of his trailer. Eddie had a look on contemplation, as if he was about to do something brave and very stupid. Layla and Eddie had been dating for four years, spent almost every moment together, jammed out for hours, and had a such a close bond they knew each other better than themselves. Layla could tell by Eddie's expression that he was going to do something she'd never forgive him for.

"Wait Eddie...what are you doing? Those bats are locked in your room but not for long you need to hurry up let's go!" Eddie looked up at Dustin and Layla as he grabbed his makeshift spear and started cutting the sheet made rope.

"Dustin...I'm sorry...but I need to bide more time. Watch out for my girl. Layla-baby I love you so much but I have to do this. Im not running away anymore. Please don't hate me."

The rope hit the ground on both sides, Eddie moved the mattress, grabbed this weapons and ran out of the trailer.

"Nooo!! Eddie!! What the hell? COME BACK!!" screamed Dustin with Layla overlapping him with "Eddie you fucking asshole!! Get back here now!!"

Eddie got on his bike and drove off as fast as he could before running over debris and fell off. He turned around to face the hoard of Demobats coming towards him. They swarmed him as he got his shield and spear ready to take them on. His futile attempts to handle the flying demons proved to be too much as he fell to the ground and was being eaten alive. His screams could be heard throughout the Upside Down. Eddie began to think all was lost until he saw Dustin and Layla swinging with all their might to get the bats away from him. After the Demobats were brought down, Layla and Dustin ran to Eddie's side. He was bleeding all over his torso where the bats had sank their teeth into him.

"Oh fuck no no no fuck fuck Eddie!! Eddie look at me!! Eddie I'm here! Baby look at me!!" Layla sobbing through her screams as she cradled Eddie in her arms.

"We need to wrap him up to stop the bleeding!"

"There's nothing here Layla! We don't have-any-oh damn."

"What about the sheets in the trailer? Help me drag him-come on Dustin let's go!"

"How am I going to drag him? I'm half his size and I fucked up my ankle!"

"Fine I'll do it! I'm not leaving him here to bleed out!"

"Lays....stop...stop..." said Eddie weakened by his injuries. He was starting to become dizzy and his vision blurry. "You need...to stop...Princess. It won't...work."

"Eddie your going to be fine I'm not leaving you here I'm not living without you....FUCK!" Layla's denial of the situation was starting to fade away. She knew Eddie was dying and there was nothing she could do. She collapsed onto Eddie's chest with her head nuzzled in his neck and arm draped around his mutilated flesh.

"You gotta take care of the kids now Dustin. You better do what I say. I love you, man "

" I love you too man. I will...I swear I will."

"Lays....my life didn't begin until I met you. I know that's corny as shit but it's fucking true. Your the greatest woman I've ever known. I'm sorry I fucked this up. I fucked up so much...school...your parents...my life...I should've just listened to you and not been such a loser."

"Shut up....your not a loser...your the only thing that has ever mattered to me. Please don't leave me. I won't be able to handle...it...oh please...fuck...I love you so much!"

Layla lifted herself up and kissed Eddie until he was no longer kissing her back. Her and Dustin laid there crying for what felt like hours. They didn't leave until Robin, Steve, and Nancy came back from the Creel house. Layla was now in catatonic shock as Steve lifted and carried her tightly as they walked back to the trailer to leave the Upside Down.

Chapter One

I have lost the will to live,

Simply nothing more to give,

There is nothing more for me,

Need the end to set me free.

"Fade To Black" - Metallica

It had been a week since the split in the Earth had devastated Hawkins. Many residents packed their things while others stayed behind. Max was at the hospital currently in a coma after Vecna's attempt on her life. The gang went to the high school gymnasium to volunteer with organising belongings and making food for the families whose homes were destroyed.

Everyone was there except one member of the group-Layla. After what happened to Eddie, Layla had been held up in Steve's house after the trailer was split in two and she nor Wayne could stay there anymore. Not that they'd want to. Wayne packed all the belongings he could and pretty much gave Layla free range to take whatever she wanted from Eddie's room-what was left of it. Steve volunteered to go over for her considering her current state. She'd barely said two words since it happened, slept most of the day, and refused to eat.

Steve was the obvious choice to go pack up Eddie's things since for the past 3 1/2 months he, Eddie, and Layla started having a casual relationship. What went from a one night fling turned into actual dating, though no one knew besides the "adults" of the group-Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin. They figured the kids wouldn't understand and be confused. While Eddie and Steve did become close, Steve's crush on Layla became much more serious. He was falling in love with her. Now that Eddie was gone, Steve felt a moral obligation to take care of her.

Even when the gang was at the gym, someone was always back with Layla to watch her, today was her mother. She insisted that Layla come back home but Steve explained how the three of them discussed moving into his place anyways since he had this huge house and no one in it with his parents gone. Eddie and Layla had been planning for a couple years on getting their own place so "poor Wayne could have his room back" Layla often said. Steve already picked out their room and helped Layla move her stuff out of her parents house. Steve even stripped off his bedroom wallpaper after Layla replied while the three of them laid in his bed " You know...I don't want to sound like a bitch...but I really hate this wallpaper Steve. It's like your sleeping in some plaid filled nightmare." They all laughed since, yeah, she was right. He got on it the next day even though he suspected that she wasn't being serious...but that's Steve....he'd do anything for Layla.

The gang came back to Steve's place around dinner to relax, eat, and watch movies. Anything to keep their minds distracted from what had happened...and what they inevitably were going to face. Steve excused himself to his room to relieve Layla's mother. He knocked softly on the door.

"Hey Mrs. Riley! Just wanted to let you know we are back. We are ordering pizza if you want to stay around?"

"Thank you Steve but I really need to get home to my husband. He's been waiting all day."

"Ok that's fine. How'd she do today?"

"No real change. I managed to feed her some soup but that was all she had. I tried reading to her and she slept most of the day. She won't...sorry...umm...she barely talked to me." Tears began to stream down Mrs. Riley's cheek. " I'd talk to her, tell her I loved her and that we'd get her through this. But nothing....nothing is working Steve. I'm her mother and I can't snap her out of this. There is nothing more heartbreaking than watching your child fall apart and...give up."

Steve hugged her so tightly and she broke down while still trying to be as quiet as possible so Layla wouldn't hear her.

"We will get her through this. All is not lost. I promise I will do everything in my power to help Layla. She's one of my best friends. Im not going to let this bury her."

They hugged one last time and said their goodbyes.

Steve was closing the front door when Robin came up behind him.

"Hey has she eaten at all today?"

"Her Mom just said some soup but nothing else."

"Ok let me make her a PB&J and see if there's crackers and water. She needs to get something else in her stomach and fluids."

Steve carried a tray up to his room to where Layla still was. He opened the door to see her looking right at him.

"Hey baby. I got some stuff for you!"

Layla sighed loudly and rolled over to face away from Steve.

"Lays, you need to eat something. It's been a week.."

"Why?"

"Why what? Huh?"

"Why do I need to eat anything. What's the point? My Mom was bugging me all day to eat, I really hope your not gonna give me shit too."

Steve slammed the tray down on his desk and turned towards her.

"Ok honestly, I'm done being nice. I've had around the clock watch on you to make sure your taken care of and don't do anything stupid....we have done everything we can to help you..."

"Well I never asked for your fucking help Steve! Your not responsible for me, I'm a grown woman and I can take care of myself! What you think because we fucked a couple of times you think I'm some helpless girl and you have to take care of me?"

Steve sat on the bed next to Layla, responding quietly yet stern.

"You know damn well that wasn't fucking. What the three of us had....that was...so real...so special."

"Oh for fucks sake..."

"No don't give me that shit! I felt it, you felt it, and I know Ed-"

"Don't you say his name!" Layla screamed slapping Steve on the face. "You may have been with us for a couple months...but Eddie and I were together for 4 years...that's longer than any relationship the great King Steve has ever even dreamed of. For a long time, it was just us. You aren't worthy of saying his name."

Steve jumped up off the bed, grabbed Layla's glass of water, and slammed it against the bedroom wall.

"Holy shit Steve! What was that?"

"I don't want to be the insensitive prick but you need to hear this. Yes...I know your boyfriend is dead. Yes...I know your in pain...but that's the fucking facts ok Lays?? Eddie is dead!! He's not coming back!! You need to move on! Maybe you should stop feeling so guilty about something you can't fix...your not the only one who lost something special that day. Eddie meant a lot to us. He meant a lot...to me. He showed me a side of myself that I never thought existed."

Steve sat back down on the bed and placed his hand on Layla's cheek, wiping off the tear that was streaming down. They put their foreheads together as Layla started to punch Steve's chest. One fist after the other at first before slowly gaining momentum until he began hugging her so tightly. Layla broke down with her head on Steve's shoulder. Sobbing, wailing, and choking from the huge lump in her throat.

"It's ok baby...I'm sorry I yelled at you." Steve said as he kissed her forehead.

"No...I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said. The last few months have been amazing. I'm just in so much pain....I'm so angry...I'm so numb. I honestly don't know how I'm going move on from this. Ed-Eddie was my entire world. It used to scare me so much because I didn't like the idea of someone being so important to me that I couldn't imagine my life without them. I kept thinking....what if he breaks up with me? What if he meets someone else? What if he was in an accident? No one should have that much control over your life."

Layla paused and grabbed Steve's hand.

"Early in our relationship....I started to pull away...not hang out as much...not call him everyday. He was a smart little bastard though...he knew damn well what I was doing. He told me I was crazy and stupid for not owning up to my feelings. I'd do these mantras in my head... 'Oh he's not that great...he's such a slacker...you can do better than some drug dealing freak who can't even finish high school.' Then he'd come over to my house to give me the business as to why I was ignoring him...I tell yah...the second I heard that beat piece of  shit van of his... I'd get so excited you'd think I was a kid hearing Santa's sleigh bells. Then he'd greet me with that shit eating grin of his...and it was over. All that crap I was trying to convince myself of was total bullshit. No one made me melt like Eddie fuckin' Munson."

Layla smirked and shook her head. The waves of memories came rushing in and she couldn't help but smile. She laid on her back then grabbed Steve by his shirt and pulled him down beside her.

"Yah, I'll admit that smile did a number on me too. He may have been a freak but that dude was...seriously good looking." They laughed and Layla agreed. It was nice to hear her laugh...Steve hadn't heard it for over a week. He just wanted her to be happy again but knew it was going to be a long time for that to happen.

After an hour or so of talking and reminiscing, Steve and Layla started to fall asleep. He held her close...the truth was...he didn't want to let her go...ever. Losing Eddie-the only man he ever had feelings for-was harder than he thought it would be. He liked their "throuple" relationship. It was exciting, taboo, and new. Everyday was a surprise. Steve was going to do everything he could to keep Layla safe. He'd lost Nancy...Eddie...he was not losing another lover.

They slept peacefully till the middle of the night when Layla woke up to a voice. It was calling her name. She sat up looking around wondering if it was real or perhaps she was still dreaming. Slowly crawling out of bed as to not wake Steve, she crept down the stairs and wondered if one of the kids was still up. It seemed unlikely since it was 3:00 am.

"Layla.."

She jumped and quickly turned around. It sounded like it was coming from outside. Opening the door, she peaked out looking around. She knew she was awake as she felt the cold morning air hit her skin.

"Layla!"

"Oh fuck! Don't do that Steve!"

"I'm sorry! I just realised you were gone and found you down here...what are you doing? I mean I'm glad your out of bed but babe it's the middle of the night and your going to freeze!"

Steve closed and locked the door and proceeded to walk upstairs with Layla.

"I heard a voice..."

"A voice? Who's voice?"

"I don't know. I thought maybe I was dreaming but I came downstairs and I heard it again. I thought someone was outside."

"Ok...so you hear a mysterious stranger calling your name outside at 3:00 am and your first instinct was to open the door? Lays, I know you've seen countless horror movies and that's the last thing you should do."

She rolled her eyes and agreed it was stupid. They laid in bed again yet Layla couldn't understand what was going on. She wasn't crazy. She knew she heard her name. Shaking the thought out of her head for now, she closed her eyes.

"I'll worry about it tomorrow." she thought. Yes, tomorrow...another day facing the reality that Eddie was still not there.

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[chaotictasha]

Incorrect quotes #85

Y/n: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives

Steve: I wake up at 4:30 AM y/n.

Y/n: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

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[a/n: if it is for Nomad Cap, i would wake up at 3.30 in the morning and stare at him until he's awake.... I know it seems creepy but he's fine af 😩]

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[wildsupernova]

forget, but don’t forgive.

summary: it’s been three years since steve harrington broke your heart. you’ve tried to forget about, forget about him, but what should have been a quick trip to the mall sends it all rushing back.

based on angst prompt #13 on the x reader prompt list: “did you always know that you were going to leave?”

pairing: steve harrington x reader

warnings: angst, cursing

word count: 1.7k

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a/n: hi guys! this is the first of my prompt based one shot fics, so if you guys enjoy this one, stay tuned for more! if you’d like to request a oneshot/short running series using the prompt list, simply click the link above to check it out! if you’d like to make a request without using the prompt list, just shoot me a message with your request! my masterlist is also linked above, and while it’s not very populated right now, hopefully it will be in the near future. check it out if you’re interested in seeing some of my other works! thanks so much for reading, and enjoy! :)

It had been years now. High school was nothing more than a bad memory, a black smudge across the pages of a diary that had been filled long ago. Graduation came and went, with every single person you had come to know moving away to start a new life. But something left you stuck, stuck in this town that only provided you with bad memories.

While time moved on for everyone else, you weren’t able to leave that moment. You relived it everyday, every night, every time you closed your eyes. You’d never been able to move on, and it was likely you never would.

He promised he wouldn’t leave. He told you time and time again that he was in it for the long run, that nothing could ever tear you apart. He’d heard you cry about all the people that had abandoned you, that had betrayed you, that had left you. He promised he wasn’t the same, that there was nothing in the world that could make him change his mind. It was all so confusing. You never understood how people could lie like that.

While you stayed stuck, his life moved forward. He seemed happy, unaffected by the entire ordeal. It was like it had never happened; like you had never happened. He continued on with his life, made new friends, dated other girls. It was like he never even cared about you at all.

While his life moved forward, you found it hard to keep going. You hadn’t even thought about loving anyone else, let alone dating someone new. You’d told him time and time again that he was it for you, and he’d said the same back, but you guessed lying was just in the nature of guys like him. He was a Cassanova, and you were just another conquest.

You’d been able to avoid the thought of him for a while. Getting out of town had been good for you, although it felt less like visiting family for the summer and more like running away from the things you were too scared to face. You certainly weren't happy, but you were slowly and steadily getting better. You didn’t really know if you would be happy again, but you could at least try and convince yourself that you were.

You’d finished your final year of high school, and by the time summer rolled around, you’d found a way to manage the pain and the heartache. Visiting family on their small farm in Illinois helped keep your mind off things for a while, but once you returned to Hawkins for the remainder of the summer, you slowly felt yourself begin to backpedal. Nothing had seemed to have changed about the place since then, save for the now giant mall that stood as a monument to the passing of time.

Going there that day seemed like a good idea. Your parents had been raving about the new mall, your mother talking nonstop about all the new clothes and shoes and books she’d bought since it first opened. Your father had pushed you to get out of the house, so you’d made the 10 minute drive, for nothing if not to get them off of your back for a while.

None of the stores inside particularly interested you. You’d never been one for trying to fit in with what’s trendy, and the large crowds of people only set you on edge. You stopped into a few stores anyway, but the more you searched through the racks, the more you wanted to leave and go back home.

You’d been wandering for what had to have been an hour now, aimlessly weaving in and out of store after store. You found yourself in the middle of the food court, stomach grumbling from the low breakfast intake you’d had since waking up. While a burger sounded good, you weren’t exactly interested in waiting in the long line behind the counter, so you settled for the small ice cream shop a few feet down while picking up some fast food on the way home.

You stared up at the bright Scoops Ahoy sign sitting just above the door, glancing around at the interior of the store. There was no line behind the counter, but patrons filled almost every table and booth, the majority of them being young children with their parents or middle school kids. A lone female employee stood behind the counter, leaning on one bent elbow and picking at her nails in boredom. The horribly designed faux sailor suit hung from her frame, and as you got closer, you read the words on her name tag: ‘Robin’

She didn’t notice your presence until you lightly cleared your throat, making her jump just a bit. Her eyes widened as she mumbled an apology and scrambled through a door into the back. You raised a brow in confusion but shook it off, hoping to simply get your ice cream and leave.

You could see two figures talking through the fogged glass window, one’s hands waving wildly while the other stood with their hip popped and arms crossed. You could see the taller figure tip their head back and turn around, the door swinging open a few seconds later.

You could tell who he was even before he lifted his head. The hat on top of his head did nothing to hide his most distinguishable feature; not that you didn’t recognize him from just his body alone. You’d spent so long trying to forget what he looked like, but it just made you remember him clearer instead. When he finally did lift his head, you felt the breath leave your lungs, looking at the face of the man you’d fallen in love with almost three years ago for the first time since the break up.

His face looked different than it did the last time you saw him, no longer an image of cocky arrogance, but rather of growth and experience. The usual testosterone-driven twinkle in his eyes had dimmed to nothing more than curiosity and sincerity, and the way his shoulders sagged forward was a stark contrast from the swagger he’d once possessed. You felt your eyes begin to well with tears, throat growing rough from the strain of trying to hold them back.

“Y/n.” His voice didn’t say your name like it once did, with that suave charm that dripped from every syllable. This time, it was laced with something between surprise and sorrow, as if he were the one upset to see you. You found yourself unable to find the words for a few moments, and when you finally did, they came out dry and shaky.

“I should go.” You turned quickly on your heels and practically ran from the shop, eyes of every patron giving a pitying and confused glare as you rushed passed. You could hear Steve call out to you from behind your back, but you ignored it and continued walking through the crowds of shoppers. He caught up to you and grabbed your arm, forcing you to turn around and shrug him off.

“Get the hell away from me.” He recoiled back like the words were a sword you had driven into his chest, face falling as his eyes softened. “I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Y/n, just let me explain-”

“Explain what? That you dated me for a year and told me you loved me, only to give me that ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ bullshit as soon as you succeed in getting into my pants? That you pretended to care about me just so I could be the first notch in your ‘King Steve’ championship belt? What, do you suddenly want to apologize? Because you had three years to do that shit.”

His jaw dropped from where it had been when you interrupted him, mouth moving like a fish out of water in an effort to figure out what to say. It had been a few minutes before he was able to finally find the words, although they sounded stupid coming out of his mouth.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I really am.” You scoffed and turned to leave, Steve grabbing your wrist again to stop you. “The me that did that to you is someone I don’t want to be anymore. I swear, that’s not who I am now.”

“What, did Nancy Wheeler magically change you?” His face contorted as if he’d been burned by a hot poker, and you were almost guilty for bringing her up, knowing the way it had ended between the two of them. Almost. “I’m not some girl you can just throw away and then come crawling back to because you’re lonely and bored. I don’t care if you ‘changed’. Find some other girl to dangle around for a year and then drop as soon as she agrees to fuck you.”

You turned sharply on your heels, doing your best to hold back the tears threatening to spill out over your lash line. You only made it a few steps before you stopped and turned back around, calling out in a broken and foreign voice.

“Did you always know that you were going to leave?” It had been something you’d wanted to know since he practically dumped you on his front porch like trash. “Was that your plan from the beginning, or did you just fall out of love with me?”

He took a moment to reply, as if mulling over whether to be honest with you or lie and try to convince himself he used to have some sort of a moral compass. When he finally did speak, the words tumbled out messily.

“I don’t…I don’t know.” You only let out a strained and broken laugh, turning your face to the ground.

“Bullshit.” That was the last thing you said to him before heading towards the door, holding your head up as high as you could while you wiped away the tears that had slipped past the floodgates. Steve watched you walk away, only moving back behind the ice cream counter once you disappeared through the sliding glass doors. Robin raised a brow at him, but the only words he could muster as an explanation were,

“I really fucked up.”

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[therosebunpost]

It’s Over, Isn’t It?(S.H)

Steve Harrington x Fem!reader

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, pregnancy talk, Reader is written with fem pronouns but otherwise has no specific description, internal conflict about not wanting kids, lots of harsh internal thoughts.

This is for all my peeps who don’t want kids in any capacity, but still end up liking characters who want kids/are commonly depicted wanting to be parents. (Also yes, the name is based off the song and no, I have no shame)

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“I don’t want kids.”

It was Sunday morning. The one morning out of the week where Steve got the day off, and the two of you could do whatever you wanted. Usually you loved Sunday mornings the most, even if the whole day was filled with the love of your life. Steve was meant for mornings, or really the sun in general, but the morning sun especially. The sun was currently shining on his figure as he turned towards you in the kitchen. The backlight turning him ethereal, angelic.

You stand in the darker corner of the kitchen. Avoiding the light as if it would burn you. Sometimes you think it should, after all, there must be something wrong with you.

“What?” Steve’s voice was soft, confused as he stood there staring at you, soft brown eyes still lidded with sleep. “Honey, come outta the darkness, please? Cant understand you.” Your heart ached, and despite your reservations, you step into the sun with him. Even with it being weak, the lights stung your eyes. He gasped at the sight of them, red rimmed and swollen. Your tears from last night still staining your cheeks. “Honey?” He reaches for you in alarm, comforting hands resting on your arms to pull you close into his embrace.

You almost want to forget the words, selfishly using his wavering hearing to your advantage. That’s what you were, right? Selfish, heartless. Awful for falling in love with a man knowing that your future just didn’t look the same as his. You knew what he wanted, you knew but still you accepted his request for a date. You agreed to be his girlfriend, to move in with him, and you knew if he had asked last night, you would have said yes to being his wife. Selfish, so selfish.

“What’s wrong? Huh?”

Steve cups your face in his palms, thumbs running over your cheeks to brush the salty trails away. You can see the confusion in his face, the fear. Had he over shared last night? Was saying his dreams for the future been too early? Had he scared you off?

“I don’t want kids.”

The words stung on your tongue. It was all bullshit what they said about the truth, or maybe it was exactly what they say. The truth will set you free, even if you wanted to be bound to him forever. It will cut you free, even as your begging, screaming, pleading for it to bring relief instead of pain.

Steve grows still, mouth falling open in surprise as he reads your lips. You tease him a lot for that expression, how cute he looked, but right now all you felt was trepidation. What would it shift into? Anger? Betrayal?

“It’s just,” your words fall out before he can say much, “I’ve never wanted them. I’d make a terrible mother, Steve. I don’t have the patience, or the desire to give myself up to motherhood. Pregnancy freaks me out, babies make me uncomfortable to be around, I can’t. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“You wouldn’t…you wouldn’t have to give yourself up, I’d be here. I will be here.” Steve shakes his head, dropping his hands down to hold your own. “We’d figure it out, together. I’d be scared too, you…you know how my parents are like, but we wouldn’t be them, Sweetheart. You’d make a great mother-“

“Steve.”

He closes his mouth, closing his eyes with a wince. “You could be, I know you could. It’s not going to be easy, but we’d take classes. I’d take classes with you, then you’d see it’d be fine-“

You break away from him, hands curling in with anger. At him, at yourself, at the world, you don’t fucking know. “You aren’t hearing me! I don’t want kids. No amount of classes, or promises, or you being there is going to change my mind!” The words echo in the kitchen, and you both flinch. You can’t look at him, and that hurts. You’d done it now. It was over, wasn’t it? It had to be over, and it hurt to know that it had to be you who had to break the bond. To wield the truth’s sharp knife.

“I had hoped, maybe…selfishly that you’d change your mind.” You stare at the wall instead of him, shoulders square, body trembling. “But I knew you wouldn’t. Last night, I saw it coming from a mile away. I always knew it was coming, but I had hoped otherwise. I’m selfish, awful. Other women see kids, and coo over how cute they are, how sweet. All I see is a death sentence. A screaming, crying death sentence. I can’t bring a child into a world, knowing that I never wanted them in the first place. They don’t deserve that. Not to them, or you.”

Steve remains silent, and you take that silence as an opportunity to keep going. “You’re gonna make such a great dad, Steve.” The words are a bandaid on a bullet wound, but it’s the truth. “You’re gonna make so many good choices for them, and I know you’re gonna hate me for this, but I’m asking you to make a good choice for them right now.”

“….Are you asking to break up?”

“It’s not really a break up if it was going to end. We’ve already gone too far. I shouldn’t have said yes to any of this, because I knew it wasn’t for me. I’m just stealing it from someone else who deserves it, who deserves you, because I’m so fucking selfish-“

“Will you STOP…calling yourself that?”

The snap in his voice was expected, but the words left you reeling. “But I am, Steve. It’s okay. I’m big enough to admit that about myself.”

Steve shakes his head, fast and insistent as he walks closer to you again. His hands reach out to touch you, but he stops himself and lets his hands stay by his sides. “Honey.” He wants you to look at him, but you don’t. You can’t. The soft brush of his sigh caresses your cheek, he’s so close to you. He smells like mornings, and sleep, and Steve. It’s a smell you wish you could put in a candle, and smuggle it out with you when you inevitably pack your stuff up to leave. Shoved deep between hoodies and sweaters you wanted to steal as well.

“….I always hope you’d change your mind, too.” His voice is soft, cracking with emotion. “Before I asked you out, I knew. You…aren’t subtle about it, Sweetheart. Hell, you probably don’t remember, but one night when you came home from a party that someone brought their kids to, you ranted about how much you didn’t get why someone would even want their kids there in the first place.” His lips curl up in the slightest of smiles, finding amusement in it, even if the memory just proved how awful you were to yourself. “You called them Hell-Spawns. I snickered over that for weeks. Eddie thought it was hilarious when I told him.”

That gets you to look at him, and instead of the anger you were expecting, there was just…sadness. Disappointment, which was infinitely worse. “It’s not…that’s not funny, Steve. I wasn’t joking when I called them that.”

“I know.” He turns serious, shaking his head. The curl in front of his eyes bouncing, and jumping. “Which is fine, you know? Not everyone wants kids. Hell, some people have kids when they shouldn’t.” He winces, and you can picture his absent parents. You can hear the Byers’ family fights, and can see the disconnect between the Wheelers. You can feel the way Eddie is bitter over his father every time he mentions him.

“But you want kids.” You reiterate, circling back to the topic even if you wish you didn’t have too. “You do, and you should have them. It’s…it’s wonderful that you do, you know? It’s amazing that you do. That you’re so keen on being there for them.”

“I do.” Steve admits, and you’re relieved that he was being honest with you, even if his next words ache. “But, I want you more.”

“Steve you can’t. You can’t have it both ways, here. One of us is going to end up unhappy if we stay like this, together. We’ll resent each other, end up in a loveless marriage like the Wheelers, or fight like the Byers. If we have kids, they’ll talk about me the same way Eddie talks about his dad.”

“Can’t I?” Steve reaches out, his touch gentle as he cups your cheek. “You know, I’ve been thinkin’ about taking a job working with kids. Maybe a teacher, or a coach. Can’t I have both then?”

“Steve, you aren’t going to be happy with that after a while. Wouldn’t you want your own?”

For the first time this morning, Steve smiles. Soft, and amused. “Are you forgettin’, honey? I’ve been taking care of a bunch of little shits for years now. Maybe this time I’ll actually get payed for it.” He chuckles, and the sound pushes away the darkness in your heart. For the first time, you feel…hope. The smallest glimmer of it. “We’ll make it work, we will. Together.” He leans closer, hand resting on the counter as his forehead rests against your own. You close your eyes and breathe him in. Your voice is soft, tentative as you speak.

“…You promise?”

“I do. You aren’t selfish, or horrible, or maybe we’ve both been that way to each other, or maybe we’re just shit at communicating.”

You giggle, smiling through the relieved tears in your eyes. “We can work on that, I think.”

Steve nods, lips soft as he presses them to yours so sweetly, his body relaxing against yours as the Sunday morning light bathes the both of you. “We will, together.”

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#thebunspeaks #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things hc #thethornbush #steve stranger things #steve x reader #steve x fem!reader #steve x oc #steve x y/n #steve x you #so this was fun to write #it’s definitely more on the self indulgent side #I hope the compromise was satisfactory?? #I wrote a similar story on my old blog #and I figured that I’d write it again because if I’m feeling this way then surely I’m not the only one

[daddy-dotcom]

1943

“Steve Rogers is not a virgin. He lost his virginity to a girl on the USO tour in 1943…” -Bruce Banner, SheHulk, Episode 1

Rating: M

Words: 3, 248

Warnings: Fluff, mild smut in the middle ;)

Summary: While the identity of Steve’s first sexual partner may never be revealed, it’s been theorized that it might be this fan from the USO tour who, coincidentally, might also be Peter Quill’s grandmother. Here is a possible scenario of how the First Avenger finally got laid.

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“Captain, you’re needed down in the lobby”

As usual, duty calls. After each show, Steve was summoned to the lobby to sign autographs and take pictures with fans. This was Senator Grants latest attempt to sell even more bonds at each stop on the tour. Fans began lining up on the stairs just to get an up close look at the star spangled man himself. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he was approached by a pretty blonde woman who eagerly greeted him with a simple “hi!”

He was frozen in place as he looked into her glowing eyes that were beaming back at him with excitement. His stomach dropped, and in that moment, he was more nervous than he had been when he was on stage. When he realized he had been staring at her, he quickly glanced at the paper she handed him to sign before looking back at her with a shy smile.

“I, uh, who do I make this out to?”

“Make it out to Lottie please!” she said politely while maintaining her infectious smile.

Not only was Lottie a beauty, she was polite and spoke with a voice as sweet as apple pie.

“How’d you enjoy the show Lottie?” he said as he took his time perfecting his signature.

“Oh it was amazing! You really are a natural up there Captain,”

He chuckled under his breath before responding “you can call me Steve. And just between you and me, I’m not actually a captain.”

She let out a soft giggle before replying, “well don’t worry Steve, your secret’s safe with me.”

He handed the autographed photo back to her and she thanked him enthusiastically. Now she was the one staring and she looked like she was waiting for him to say something. Steve decided to take a chance and do something he knew his pre-serum self would get turned down for.

“I know this might be a bit forward, but can I buy you a drink tonight?” he asked with a hint of nervousness in his voice. Even as his post-serum self, he couldn’t escape the shy and awkward tendencies of skinny Steve.

“I’d be honored, Captain! Oh I’m sorry- Steve. Yes I’d love to.”

“Great!“ Steve said just a little too loudly.

“I’ll finish up with these last few autographs and we can go,” he added in a slightly lower tone of voice.

“Do you know any good places? I’m not from around here so you’ll have to show me around if that’s alright with you.” His cheeks began to appear just the slightest bit red as he admitted to Lottie that he doesn’t quite know his way around. Sensing his embarrassment, she gave him a reassuring nod along with her beaming smile.

“I think I know just the place.”

Steve had never signed autographs so quickly before, but the more autographs he finished and the more photographs he took, the closer he was to leaving the theater with one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen. His signature was barely legible, but he did anything he could to get through everyone. Finally, after what felt like 100s of signings, mostly everyone had cleared out of the lobby. Everyone except Lottie, who was waiting patiently for him.

“I can’t thank you enough for waiting, Lottie”

“Oh it’s no problem! I haven’t got any plans tonight…well except for letting America’s handsomest soldier buy me a drink.”

Steve felt his face getting warmer. Even though he had been living in his current form for a while now, he wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to women noticing him let alone flirting with him.

“It’s the least I could do for such a beautiful dame like yourself.” Now she was the one who began to blush. This wasn’t the first time a woman flirted with Steve, but it was the first time that he had made one blush. Bucky was right, he thought, you should always compliment a woman.

They began to walk down the street side by side as a towering hotel with a sign that read The Drake Hotel came into view.

“Well this is it '' Lottie stated with a wave of her hand. “They’ve got the nicest bar on this side of town.”

“I can’t wait to try it, I saw it on my way up to my room.” He let out another small chuckle before continuing “funny enough, this is where I’m staying tonight.”

“Well I’ll be! I guess you won’t be having a long ride home.”

He held the door open as she walked through and followed her in shortly after. The lobby was a grandiose display complete with a dazzling chandelier. It was much more mesmerizing at night than it had been earlier in the day and he couldn’t help but stare. He looked over at Lottie and noticed she was looking at it too.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” she remarked.

“It is…but not as beautiful as you.” Steve didn’t know where this sudden burst of confidence was coming from, but he intended to keep it up.

“I must say Steve, you really know how to make a girl blush.” She held her arm out and being the gentleman that he was, Steve immediately linked his arm to lead her into the hotel bar. He was worried that people were going to recognize him and ask him for more autographs, but no one seemed to give him a second look without the Captain America costume.

“I will warn you Lottie, I won’t feel the alcohol at all. It’s a side effect of the serum they gave me.”

She let out a girlish giggle as he pulled out a stool for her to sit on.

“What are the odds? I’m out to drink with the only soldier in the world who can’t get drunk.”

The two shared a laugh at Steve’s expense. She was sweet and funny.

At that moment, the bartender approached the pair.

“I’ll have a bourbon and coke,” Steve said before the bartender turned his attention to Lottie.

“And I’ll have a martini,” she replied. Her attention turned back to Steve, this time, with a coy smile as opposed to her usual bright and bubbly expression.

“So Steve…” she asked him, “where are you from?”

“I’m from Brooklyn,” Steve said simply.

“In New York! Oh my goodness I’ve always wanted to visit. Is it as exciting as they say?”

Steve proceeded to tell her all about his home back in New York. They spent the next hour talking about where they grew up and Steve even shared a bit about his parents and Bucky. Her demeanor was so warm and inviting that he felt like he could open up to her. It had also been a while since he had an honest conversation with someone; he had been on tour for so long that he forgot what that felt like. The two talked nonstop and they were so engaged in conversation that he hadn’t even noticed her hand on his thigh.

You know Steve, you’re one of the nicest guys that’s ever taken me out, I can’t believe you’ve never had a girlfriend.” As much as he was hesitant to reveal that to her, he thought he should tell her the truth. Something about Lottie made him feel like she wouldn’t judge him.

“It’s only surprising because of how I look now. If you saw what I used to look like, trust me, you wouldn’t be surprised” he said before taking a sip from his drink.

She let out her signature bubbly giggle before saying “I bet you I would still think you’re just as handsome. You don’t happen to have a photo, do you?”

Thinking nothing of it, Steve replied “you know, I actually do have one back in my room, I can show you and I guarantee you won’t think I look the same.”

Once again, they walked arm and arm towards the elevator where they hitched a ride up to the 10th floor. One of the perks of being Captain America was that he had the room all to himself. He unlocked the door to a mostly tidy and empty room except for his one bag that he packed for the entire tour. Lottie set her handbag down on the table while Steve locked the door.

“I know it’s here somewhere,” he said as he rummaged through his bag. While he was looking, Lottie turned on the radio and moved the dial to look for a station.

“Found it!” Steve said proudly as he came over to sit beside her on the bed. She ever so subtly scooted over so that their knees would touch. He leaned in to give her a better look at the photo of him when he began basic training.

“Oh my goodness! You were so much smaller,” she said in between giggles. Once they subsided, she turned to look at him. “But I have to admit, you are every bit as handsome in this photo as you are right now.” Her hand was on his thigh once again, but this time he definitely took notice. For the first time since they met, there was a silence between them. He held her gaze for a moment before she began to speak again.

“Steve, I know you’ve never had a girlfriend before…but have you ever been kissed?” He finally breaks her gaze and looks down before answering.

“…not properly, no.” He expected her to laugh or look at him in a judgmental way, but it was just the opposite. She was still looking at him with that same kind smile she had when they met.

“That’s actually very sweet, Steve” she said and he felt as though she was being genuine.

She leaned in close before asking him “how would you feel if we kissed right now?”

He felt his stomach drop and he took a deep breath before answering.

“I wouldn’t mind at all.”

They slowly leaned into one another and as their lips met, neither one of them wanted to pull apart. Lottie kept one hand on his thigh and moved the other one to gently rest on his cheek. Steve had felt something that he had never experienced before, and it was definitely a feeling he could get used to. They pulled apart for just a moment with her hand still on his cheek before she spoke.

“That was quite some kiss, Steve,” Lottie said with a smile. Steve bashfully looked down before replying.

“If it’s alright with you Lottie, I think I’d like to do it again”

Without another word, Lottie nodded her head and pressed her lips to Steve’s once more. This time, she felt his hand come up to the side of her head. She decided to move her hand further up his thigh and she could feel his breathing start to speed up. Lottie took this as a sign to kiss him more passionately and Steve followed suit. At this point, Steve had both his hands tangled in her hair and she had been running her hand back and forth along his thigh. She started to help him get his jacket off without breaking their lips apart. Once it was off, she began to slowly unbutton his shirt which revealed a white tank underneath. She was able to see every muscle along his arms and she couldn’t believe what was underneath his shirt this entire time.

She finally broke the kiss and she grabbed Steve’s hand so that he would stand up with her.

“Do you mind unzipping my dress?” she asked, looking up at him with doe eyes. She turned around and without another word, Steve did as he was told.

“Steve?”

“Yes?”

“Do you mind unhooking the bra too?”

His heart was pounding as he tried his best to unclasp the bra. He was proud that he only fumbled with it for a few seconds before successfully undoing it. He let it fall to the floor along with her dress and she turned around to look at him once again. Now faced with a bare chested Lottie, he felt that it was only fair of him to take off his tank as well.

“Are you okay with this Steve?” she asked while placing her hand on his chest and tracing the outline of his muscles.

He couldn’t find the words to say, so he just nodded with that shy smile of his. He was staring at her body and taking it all in. She truly was gorgeous. She was like a pin-up girl come to life, only a hundred times more stunning. Their lips met again and Lottie began guiding him back towards the bed. This time, she laid back and pulled him on top of her. She could feel his erection through his pants, but she could tell he was trying his best not to put any of his weight on her. With one hand, she grabbed his neck and pulled him closer to her so that he was pressed against her body. This caused Steve to moan, and with a giggle, Lottie whispered in his ear

“You might wanna take off your pants.” Steve quickly unzipped his pants and tossed them haphazardly to the side. He immediately went back to kissing her, only this time, with more intensity and no space in between them. He continued to press his cock against her, over her panties, causing her to moan at the feeling. She desperately began to shimmy off her underwear when Steve remembered something important.

“Hang on, let me get something from my bag.”

Before the war, Steve was not the type to carry around condoms. Once he enlisted, however, they handed them out to every soldier and he decided to just keep them in his bag rather than throw them out. He never imagined he would actually need to use one of them. He grabbed one condom out from his bag and came back over to the bed. As he opened the package, he tried to remember the demo that he was shown when they handed them out. Lottie raised her eyebrows and with a smirk she asked

“Do you need some help, Steve?”

She didn’t wait for his reply before gently sliding the condom onto his hard member, which she was now certain was also enhanced when he received the serum.

Lottie laid back down with Steve on top of her once again. She pressed her lips back to his as she reached her hand down to guide his cock into her. He let out a groan as he felt her walls around him, the feeling of being inside of her nearly taking his breath away.

“Oh Steve!” she cried. His cock was far too big for her to stay silent. He remembered everything Bucky had ever told him about sex and began slowly thrusting himself into her. One thing was for certain, Steve was going to do his best to make love to Lottie.

He continued to give her deep strokes as whines of pleasure escaped Lottie’s lips. She wrapped her legs around his torso and his instincts pushed him to pick up the pace; he could do this all day. He did notice, however, that he was lasting a lot longer than he thought he would for his first time. This was yet another perk of the super serum. Though his stamina wasn’t an issue, he could feel himself getting closer to the edge as he continued to thrust into Lottie. He tried his best to keep from coming so soon, but the grip she had on his hair combined with the sound of her moans was enough to push him over the edge. They both let out a moan as he released inside of her. Shortly after, Lottie reached her head up to plant a soft kiss against his lips.

“How was that for your first time Steve?” she said with a smirk.

“Incredible” he said in between breaths. Steve hadn’t been this out of breath since before the serum. He could run a mile and barely break a sweat, but he was so nervous that his heart rate was higher than ever.

Rolling off of Lottie and onto the other side of the bed, he peeled off the condom and tossed it into the trash. With that taken care of, he crawled back into bed and put his arm around Lottie. She began to trace the muscles on his abdomen again and Steve was grateful for the connection and feeling of intimacy. Although he knew it wouldn’t last, he was glad that he decided to have sex for the first time with someone as sweet as Lottie.

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Steve was awoken to the sight of a beautiful blonde in his bed and the faintest smell of sweet perfume. This was all the confirmation he needed that the night before wasn’t a dream, Steve Rogers was no longer a virgin.

He gently ran his fingers through her hair as he waited for her to wake up. He knew he had to leave soon, but he wanted to look at her as long as he could before parting ways. Lottie began to stir and her eyes fluttered open to see the striking figure that was staring back at her.

“Good morning” she said right before covering her mouth as she yawned.

“Good morning to you too,” Cap answered back.

He offered to buy her breakfast but she politely declined.

“My folks back home are probably worried sick so I oughta catch the next train home” she said with a hint of sadness in her voice. The two of them got dressed and she took him up on his offer to walk her to the train station.

Just like the night before, the two walked arm in arm all the way from the hotel to the station. With every step, he knew his time with Lottie was becoming shorter and shorter. After what seemed like both the longest and shortest walk of his life, they finally reached the station.

“Lottie, I just wanted to thank you for everything last night. If I’m being honest, it was the best night I’ve had during this entire tour.” There he was making her blush again.

“Oh you don’t have to thank me, Steve. If anything, I should be the one thanking you! I mean you did buy me that drink after all” she said with a wink.

“I did want to make it clear that I’m not the type of guy to sleep with a woman and then forget about her,” Steve stated. Then, in a softer voice, he added “but there’s a good chance we won’t see each other again, isn’t there?”

Lottie let out a giggle for the last time before replying.

“You're a good man, Steve. And yes, there is a good chance we might not cross paths again. But who knows? Maybe I’ll come visit New York someday.”

“I’d like that very much.”

Just then, they could hear the sound of the incoming train in the distance. He took one last look at her lips before pressing a kiss against them. She cupped his face in her hands as Steve held onto her waist. They stayed this way until they heard the train finally reach the station. The two pulled apart and Steve watched as the woman who took his virginity began to walk away.

“Goodbye Steve” she said before stepping onto the train.

“Goodbye Lottie.”

He waved her goodbye and just like that, the train left the station and Lottie was gone.

AN: This is my first ever published fic so feel free to leave replies :) I’ve been reading fanfiction and writing some of my own for the past 10 years now, so I thought it was a good time to finally publish something. I also tried to stay true to Steve’s character at this point in his life and I’m also still new to writing smut, hence the “tasteful” mild smut in this fic. Hope you enjoyed.

#captain america #steve rogers #avengers endgame #she hulk #the avengers #jennifer walters #bucky barnes #steve rogers smut #steve rogers fic #steve x oc #steven grant #bucky barns fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction #natasha romanoff #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #fanfic #fanfiction #1943 #steve rogers virgin #virgin steve #steve rogers virgin fic #daredevil #matt murdock #charlie cox

[stiles-o-dylan24]

|| Steve Harrington x Summer Byers || ST Rewrite || TAGLIST || • STUMMER🎶 • SHIPS OF KOMH •

Season 1

Chapter 1 - The Vanishing of Will Byers

Chapter 2 - The Weirdo on Maple Street

Chapter 3 - Holly, Jolly

Chapter 4 - The Body

Chapter 5 - The Flea and the Acrobat

Chapter 6 - The Monster

Chapter 7 - The Bathtub

Chapter 8 - The Upside Down

Season 2

Chapter 9 - MADMAX

Chapter 10 - Trick or Treat, Freak

Chapter 11 - The Pollywog

Chapter 12 - Will the Wise

Chapter 13 - Dig Dug

Chapter 14 - The Spy

Chapter 15 - The Mind Flayer

Chapter 16 - The Gate

Season 3

Chapter 17 - Suzie, Do You Copy?

Chapter 18 - The Mall Rats

Chapter 19 - The Case of the Missing Lifeguard

Chapter 20 - The Sauna Test

Chapter 21 - The Flayed

Chapter 22 - E Pluribus Unum

Chapter 23 - The Bite

Chapter 24 - The Battle of Starcourt

Season 4

Chapter 25 - The Hellfire Club

Chapter 26 - Vecna’s Curse

Chapter 27 - The Monster and the Superhero

Chapter 28 - Dear Billy

Chapter 29 - The Nina Project

Chapter 30 - The Dive

Chapter 31 - The Massacre at Hawkins Lab

Chapter 32 - Papa

Chapter 33 - The Piggyback

Season 5

Chapter 34 

Chapter 35 

Chapter 36 

Chapter 37 

Chapter 38 

Chapter 39 

Chapter 40 

Chapter 41 

#stranger things #stranger things rewrite #Steve harrington #Steve harrington x oc #Steve x oc #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #Steve harrington fanfiction #Steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fan fiction #Steve harrington fan fiction #king of my heart #komh

[findafight]

If Steve MUST finish the series with a love interest/dating someone, I think they should introduce a new character for it, and they should be Vickie's super weird mindmeld bestie.

So Robin and Vickie start dating. Steve and Vickie's best friend are like hell yeah high five good game buddy *Gatorade cooler dump on each other* after successfully matchmaking like they won the fuckin Superbowl in the apocalypse.

Vickie says she's so glad Robin and Steve are just as close as if not closer than her and [best friend] because they get it, her last boyfriend thought they were freaky weirdos for some of the stuff they do, but Robin and Steve do the same! It's great! And Robin is like "omg yes I was so worried you'd be freaked out because everyone else thinks we're so weird! Like, sorry, people, you don't have a best friend like us!"

Anyways this leads to Vickie's best friend and Steve spending more time together just from sheer "our possibly codependent platonic soulmates are dating each other but we are also here" and because they are two pairs mindmeld besties these end up being what are essentially double dates that no one thinks are weird because, again, super mega platonic soulmate mind meld bestieisms. And that's how Steve and Vickie's best friend can accidentally date.

#steve harrington #robin buckley #vickie stranger things #rockie #robin x vickie #stobin #platonic stobin #stranger things #finda's rambles #listen. i have a vision. it could work #obviously i am a steve end the series alive and single wisher but if we gotta have romance for him give him someone #just as buck wild about their best friend as he and robin are. #steve x oc

[itsladyliv]

“...You okay? You need anything?” He frowned slightly as he stood up. It occurred to me suddenly that he was taller than me. I was so used to being taller than others as Tammy. The girl towered over the other girls.

“It’s a day,” I said softly. “I’m gonna ditch for a bit. I’ll see you later.”

━ Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down

for @asirensrage 💙

#fic: tammy thompson takes on the upside down #steve x oc #as promised! #also maybe i'm hearing way too many 80s songs #asirensrage #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington #tammy thompson #elisabeth shue #joe keery

[harringtonstilinski]

Always The Babysitter - Chapter Seventeen: The Gate

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) Word Count: 6,766 Warnings: canon violence, angst, lil' bit of fluff, steve unfortunately getting his ass kicked.. again, ...billy Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! We get Billy in this episode, and we get to see more of Liv's protective side with the kids!! If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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Mike and El walked towards each other, saying each other’s name before embracing in a hug. 

Grabbing Steve’s hand and moving impossibly closer, I looked up at him, not knowing what I would do with myself if I were ever in Mike’s shoes.

“Is that…” Max asked. I looked around Steve, looking at Max while nodding my head, whispering, “Yes.”

Once he pulled out of the hug, Mike said, “I never gave up on you. I called you every night. Every night for–”

“353 days,” El said, shaking her head before looking in his eyes, saying, “I heard.”

“Why did you tell me you were there? That you were okay?”

“Because I wouldn’t let her,” Hopper said. 

Mike turned to face him, Hopper walking towards El as he said, “The hell is this? Where’ve you been?”

“Where have you been?” she asked, the two of them embracing in a hug. I saw the crown of her head go back like she was looking at Hop before her voice said, “Is she here?” He moved out of the way, El’s eyes meeting with mine.

I let go of Steve’s hand to walk towards El, giving her a hug that I only reserved for the most important people in my life.

“You’ve been hiding her,” Mike said, realization hitting him like a bus.

El turned to look at Hop and Mike, keeping her arm around me, my own still around her shoulders as we watched Mike and Hop’s small altercation.

“You’ve been hiding her this whole time!” Mike added, hitting Hop at the end.

Turning around to face Mike, Hop responded, “Hey. Hey!” He grabbed Mike’s shirt, saying, “Let’s. Talk. Alone.”

Before a door shut, I heard Mike say, “Protecting her! Protecting her?!”

A couple of moments later, I rubbed her back, saying, “Well, uh…” Looking at El, I said, “I’m digging the new look.”

A throat clearing had me looking at the owner; my little brother, Dustin.

El walked over to Dustin and Lucas, giving them both a hug, Dustin saying that they missed her and that they talked about her pretty much everyday. She noticed Dustin’s teeth, touching them. “Teeth.”

“What?” Dustin asked.

“You have teeth,” she said, a subtle duh tone to her voice.

“Oh,” he smiled. “You like these pearls?” He then proceeded to make a sound that resembled Chewbacca.

“Oh, my god,” I whispered, resting my forehead against Steve’s arm. I had moved back to stand next to him, lacing our fingers together before I had, basically, hugged his arm.

“Eleven?” Max asked, causing my head to shoot up as she walked over to El and the boys. “Hey, uhm, I’m Max.” She put her hand out for El to shake, adding, “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

El wanted nothing to do with Max, so she pushed her way through the three younger teens to move to Joyce, the two of them embracing.

“Don’t worry,” I whispered, Max’s head moving to look at me. “She’ll come around.”

“Can I see him?” El asked.

Joyce took her to Will’s room, leaving Steve and I with Dustin, Max, and Lucas for a moment before they both came back out, Joyce whispering my name.

I went into the kitchen with her and El, looking at the words Nancy had written earlier. “Wait a second,” I whispered. Pointing to the notepad, I asked, “You’ve opened this gate before, right?”

“Yes,” El replied.

Putting a hand on her back, I asked, “If we got you back there, do you think that you could close it? Put all this behind us?”

She looked at me for a moment, determination in her eyes. When Hop and Mike came out of one of the bedrooms, I told him what El and I had thought as everyone else gathered into the kitchen; getting El back to the lab to close the gate.

“It’s not like it was before,” Hopper said. “It’s grown. A lot. And, I mean, that’s considering we can still get in there. The place is crawling with those dogs.”

“Demodogs,” Dustin said, turning to face Hop.

Placing my forehead once again on Steve’s arm, I muttered, “Oh my god.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Hop asked.

“I said, uhh, demodogs,” Dustin said. “Like Demogorgon and dogs. You put them together, it sounds pretty badass–”

“How is this important right now?” Hop and I asked.

“It’s not. I’m sorry.”

“I can do it,” El said.

“You’re not hearing me,” Hop retorted.

“I’m hearing you. I can do it.”

I looked at her, impressed at her biting back at Hop.

“Even if El can, there’s still another problem,” Mike said. “If the brain dies, the body dies.”

“I thought that was the whole point,” Max wondered.

“It is,” I said, all eyes turning to me. “But if we’re really right about this, and El closes the gate and kills the Mind Flayers army, Will’s a part of that army, and closing the gate means… Will dies.” I watched as Joyce got up after my explanation.

She walked by all of us, going into Will’s room, where we all followed her. “He likes it cold.”

“What?” Hopper asked.

“That’s what Will kept saying to me. He likes it cold.” She went over to his window and closed it before turning around to us and saying, “We keep giving it what it wants.”

“If this is a virus and Will’s the host, then…” Nancy said.

“Then you need to make the host uninhabitable,” Jonathan and I said. 

“So if he likes it cold–”

“We need to burn it out of him,” Joyce said, looking at her youngest son.

“We have to do it somewhere he doesn’t know this time,” Mike suggested.

“Yeah, somewhere far away,” Dustin added.

I looked at Hopper, as he thought about where. 

He told them about his cabin in the woods where he was keeping El hidden. They gathered Will and bundled him up, moving through the house as Hop was giving directions to Jonathan as they did.

Steve and Nancy went out back to look for something to help with burning the Mind Flayer out of Will. He came back inside a couple minutes later, looking at me like I held the stars as I looked back at him.

“Is there something on my face?” I asked, brushing my face.

“Liv!” Dustin called.

I looked at him and walked towards him, hearing the papers on the floor rustling under everyone else’s shoes before the young teens and I walked outside to stand on the porch, watching the scene before us.

“Just be careful, okay?” Mike said to El. “I can’t lose you again.”

“You won’t lose me,” El replied.

I felt fingers going in between mine, knowing they were Steve’s.

“Do you promise?” Miked asked.

“Promise,” El said.

They stood there for a moment before Hop said, “El, come on, let’s go. It’s time.”

She got into Hop’s truck, Joyce, Jonathan and Nancy getting into Jonathan’s to do their part of this mission.

The kids, Steve and I stood and watched them all drive off, my thoughts starting to… well, start up.

Going back inside, I looked at the Demodog laying in the corner, asking Dustin what was the plan for dealing with that dead thing.

He asked Steve to pick it up and bring it into the kitchen, where I was sitting on the counter. Dustin opened the refrigerator, emptying out a space.

“I-it should fit now,” Dustin said, pointing to the empty fridge.

“Is this really necessary?” Steve asked.

“Yes, it is,” Dustin said, matter-of-factly. “Okay, this is a ground-breaking scientific discovery. We can’t just bury it like some common mammal. Okay, it’s not a dog!”

“Alright, alright, alright.” Steve moved to the fridge as Dustin moved out of the way, saying, “But you’re explaining this to Mrs. Byers, alright?” He moved his arm to put the Demodog’s head into the cold space, hitting the head against the side of the fridge.

“Christ,” Steve whispered. He looked back at Dustin, saying, “Help me out.”

“What am I supposed to do?” Dustin asked.

“Get the door, man. Get the door.”

“Aright, I got the door.”

I couldn’t help but snort before laughing while watching the two of them as I sat up on the counter. Once they got the creature in and closed the door, Steve patted Dustin on the top of his head, moving his hat some.

Steve started coming over to me, but I put my leg out and said, “You wash that alien slime off of you before you touch me, Harrington.”

He chuckled, moving to the sink to wash his hands. Once he was through, he came over to me, putting his wet hands on my cheeks, causing me to laugh. When he placed his hands on my outer thighs and placed a smiling kiss on my lips, I welcomed it.

I pulled away when Dustin said, “Demodogs!”

“Give it up already, Dustin!” I said, before giving Steve a chaste kiss and jumping down off the counter, giving him a dish towel to use to finish drying his hands.

“The chief will take care of her,” Lucas said as I walked to stand next to Dustin.

“Like she needs protection,” Max muttered.

“Listen, dude, if a coach calls a play in a game, bottom line, you execute it, alright?” Steve said.

I looked at him, confused, before saying, “First off, babe, this isn’t a basketball game, and second–”

“We’re not even in the game, we’re on the bench,” Mike interrupted.

“Right,” Steve stammered. “So my point is…” He was silent for a moment before I said, “Care to share that point?”

“Right, yeah, we’re on the bench, so, there’s, uh, there’s nothing we can do,” he said, putting the towel over his left shoulder.

“That’s not entirely true,” Dustin said. “I mean, these Demodogs, they have a hive mind.” He looked at me and Steve, eyes bouncing between us. “When they ran away from the bus, they were called away.”

“So, if we get their attention,” Lucas said.

“Maybe we can draw them away from the lab,” Max added.

“And clear a path to the gate,” Mike finished on their train of thought.

“And then we all die,” Steve and I exclaimed.

“Well, that’s one point of view,” Dustin said.

“No, that’s not a point of view, man,” Steve said. “That’s a fact.”

“Excuse me, Liv,” Mike said, causing me to move out of his way. “I got it.” He moved around to the kitchen, finding the spot he needed on the map, squatting to say, “This is where the Chief dug his hole. This is our way into the tunnel.” He got up and moved into the hallway, standing and then kneeling by a spot on the map that was bigger than the rest. “So, here - right here. This is like a hub. You got all the tunnels feeding in here. Maybe if we set this on fire–”

“Oh, yeah, that’s a no,” Steve said, pointing down towards the kids while looking down at them.

“The Mind Flayer would call away his army,” Dustin said, jumping on Mike’s theory.

“They’d all come to stop us,” Lucas added.

“Hey,” Steve and I said, trying to get their attention.

“Then we circle back to the exit,” Mike said.

“Guys.”

“By the time they realize we’re gone–”

“El would be at the gate,” Max said.

“Hey,” we tried again, Steve clapping while saying, “Hey, hey, hey!” Gesturing to the ground, he said, “This is not happening.”

“But–” Mike tried.

“No, no, no, no, no! No buts!” I said.

“I promised I’d keep you shitheads safe, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing. We’re staying here on the bench and we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job. Does everybody understand that?”

“This isn’t a stupid sports game!” Mike said.

Taking the towel off his shoulder, Steve repeated, “I said, does everybody understand that?” He looked at the kids then at me before looking back at the kids. “I need a yes.”

We all turned to look at the front of the house upon hearing an engine revving. I instantly recognized it after hearing it on his first day of school.

“Oh, sweet shit,” I muttered.

Max and Lucas moved the couch, looking out the window. “It’s my brother,” she said. “He can’t know I’m here. He’ll kill me.” She looked at Lucas as she added, “He’ll kill us.”

I looked at Steve, seeing that look on his face that I knew all too well. “No.”

“Stay in here with the kids,” he said. “I’m gonna go talk to him.”

“Steve–”

“Just stay here,” he said. He looked me in the eyes, waiting for me to answer, so I just nodded before feeling his lips on my forehead. He went outside and stood at the door on the front porch. I only knew this because I moved to the couch with the kids, looking out the window.

Billy turned his car off, the lights shutting off as he did. I was thankful because I was getting blinded by them. He got out and put his hand on the top of the car, taking a drag from his cigarette. “Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?”

“Yeah, it’s me, don’t cream your pants,” Steve replied. 

The walls were thin enough for me to hear their conversation.

Billy took off his jacket, putting it in his car before shutting the door as Steve walked towards his car, Billy doing the same towards Steve. “What are you doing here, amigo?”

“I could ask you the same thing, amigo,” Steve said.

“Looking for my stepsister,” Billy said, looking towards the window. “A little birdie told me she was here.”

“Shit,” I whispered.

“Huh, that’s weird,” Steve said. “I don’t know her.”

“Small? Red-head? Bit of a bitch.”

“Doesn’t ring a bell. Sorry, buddy.”

Billy took another drag from his cigarette, before saying with some weird hand motion, “Ya’know, I don’t know, this… this whole situation, Harrington, I don’t know. It’s giving me the heebie-jeebies.”

“Oh, yeah, why’s that?”

Another drag before Billy says, “My 13-year-old sister goes missing all day,” before looking me dead in the eyes for a second before adding, “And then I find her with you and Henderson in a stranger’s house,” another look, “and you lie to me about it.”

“Shit, shit, shit,” I whispered with every look.

Chuckling, Steve turned his head towards the window before turning back to Billy, saying, “Man, were you dropped too much as a child, or what? I don’t know what you don’t understand about what I just said. She’s not here.”

As Billy pointed to the window with his cigarette, I put my hands on two of the kids' heads as he said, “Then who is that?”

Steve turned to face us as I pushed their heads down, exclaiming, “Shit!”

“Did he see us?” Dustin asked.

“Oh, shit,” Steve said. He turned back to Billy as I moved away from the window, moving the kids off of the couch towards the hallway.

A couple seconds later, Billy walked in the house, saying, “Well, well, well,” slamming the door behind him. “Lucas Sinclair, what a surprise.” He took a few steps to us, stopping when I crossed my arms.

“Touch these kids and you’re dead,” I spit.

“Max disobeyed me,” he said.

I scoffed. “Like she has to obey you.”

“She knows what happens when she disobeys me.”

“What?” I chuckled. “You go to your room and cry like a little baby?”

“I break things,” he said, shoving me out of the way.

I landed on the floor on my back, hearing the door open. 

“Liv,” Steve said, helping me to my feet.

“Billy’s gonna hurt Lucas,” I breathed, both of us walking towards the kitchen.

“You’re so dead, Sinclair,” Billy exclaimed. “You’re dead.”

Steve moved him away from Lucas, saying, “No. You are!” before punching him square in the jaw.

Dustin chuckled, while Max said Steve’s name. Lucas ran over to me, so I had my arms wrapped around him, trying to protect him. I think Mike was just too stunned.

Billy laughed as Steve shook his hand out and fixed his hair before he looked in my direction for a moment before looking back at Billy as the asshole said, “Looks like you got some fire in you after all, huh? I’ve been waiting to meet this King Steve everybody’s been telling me so much about.”

Steve put his fingertips on Billy’s shoulder, pushing him back a little as he growled, “Get out.”

Billy stood there for a second after Steve put his hand down. He swung his fist, but Steve ducked, hitting him back and sending him towards the kitchen sink.

“Yes!” Dustin and I said.

“Kick his ass, Steve!” Dustin said.

“Get him!” Mike said. 

Billy just stood up and laughed, but Steve hit him again, myself and the kids cheering him on.

Steve landed another punch, as Dustin and I exclaimed, “Murder the son of a bitch!”

I watched Billy grab for a plate as he laughed, the kids still cheering Steve on.

“Steve, watch out!” I said, but was too late, as Billy had shattered a plate on Steve’s head. I let go of Lucas to put my arms around Steve. He looked at me for a second before I bolted away from him, giving Billy my own punch to his face.

“Olivia, baby,” Steve said. “Move.”

I was pulled back by one of the kids, as Billy walked toward me, Dustin’s voice in my ear yelling, “Shit!” before both of our bodies went down, Steve’s groans sounding at the same time.

I watched Billy follow Steve into the living room, where he grabbed Steve’s jacket, saying, “No one tells me what to do,” before headbutting him.

“Steve!” I exclaimed, seeing my boyfriend’s body slide against the floor.

Billy hooped and hollered, telling Steve to get up.

I was fighting against Mike, Lucas and Max, the three of them helping Dustin keep me back from putting myself in the middle of the two teenage boys.

“Billy, you’re gonna kill him, stop!” we all said at different times.

“Steve, baby, you have to get up!” I said.

Billy got a few hits in, the boys and I telling Billy to stop and for Steve to fight back. I felt hands let go of me before I saw Max move towards Billy, sticking something in his neck.

The boys and I stopped our protests to Billy, said boy standing up and facing us, taking what I now know to be the needle for Will sticking out of his neck.

Looking between the needle and Max, Billy said, “The hell is this? You little shit, what did you do?” He went down to the ground, hard, laughing once he landed on his back. 

Feeling hands lightly push me, I made my way quickly over to Steve, elevating him by placing the back of his head on my knees as Max got Steve’s bat, holding it up.

“From here on out, you leave me and my friends alone, do you understand?” Max said.

“Screw you,” Billy slurred.

She brought the bat down, mere inches away from Billy’s junk before picking the bat back up, the nails having dug into the floor a little. “Say you understand. Say it. Say it!”

“I understand,” Billy mumbled.

“What?”

“I understand,” he said, a little more loudly before passing out.

Max moved to his left side, taking his keys from his pockets. She held them up, saying, “Let’s get out of here.”

“Wait,” I said. “We can’t just leave Steve here. We need to patch him and take him with us.”

“What do you need?” Dustin asked.

“A warm washcloth, some Neosporin and band-aids, please.”

The kids got into gear, Dustin bringing me a warm, wet washcloth. He knelt next to Steve as I gently started cleaning as much blood as I could without hurting him, even though he couldn’t feel it in his passed out state.

When he was all cleaned and patched up, Dustin helped me carry Steve to Billy’s car where Mike opened the driver side door, leaning the seat forward and letting Dustin climb in first.

“Dustin, how the hell am I gonna get him in the damn car when I have his arms?” I groaned. 

“Uhhh,” Dustin said.

“Hurry your big brain up, he’s heavy.”

“Switch on three,” he said. “One… two… three.”

I moved out of the way so that Dustin could wrap his arms under Steve’s, dragging him in the car as Max, Mike and Lucas brought all of the gear they gathered while I had patched up Steve.

“Careful,” I said. Once Steve was in, Mike got in. “Where–?”

“Liv, over here,” Lucas said, opening the passenger side, pushing the seat forward. It was awkward getting in the back with Dustin, Mike and Steve, but we somehow made it work. Lucas got in the front seat with Max in the driver.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive?” I asked, leaning forward, turning my body a little so as to not scrunch Steve’s neck too much.

“I got it,” Max said. “You need to be with Steve.” I leaned back, looking at Steve’s beat up face. As Max started driving, I ran the backs of my fingers over the parts of his face that weren't bloodied and bruised. I heard him wake up a few moments later, watching as he turned his eyes to Mike, saying, “Nancy?”

Mike and I looked at each other like, what?

Steve groaned, going to touch his face. I moved his hand out of the way as Dustin said, “No, don’t touch it.” He tilted his head a little to look up at Dustin.

“Hey, buddy,” my brother said, shushing Steve. I rolled my eyes at his antics. “It’s okay. You put up a good fight. He kicked your ass, but you still put up a good fight.”

“Dustin,” I groaned.

“Well, he did.”

A pained look on Steve’s face had me petting his forehead into his hair. He might kill me later for touching his hair, but I didn’t care.

“Okay, you’re gonna keep straight for a half a mile, and then make a left on Mount Sinai,” Lucas said.

I watch Steve turn his head towards Max, seeing her driving.

“What’s going on?” he asked, before the kids’ plan came back to him. “Oh, my god!”

“Babe, relax,” I said.

“She’s driven before,” Dustin said.

“Yeah, in a parking lot,” Mike added.

“That counts!” Lucas and I retorted.

Steve started freaking out more as Dustin said, “They were gonna leave you behind.”

They really did. When I patched him up with the supplies they all found, Lucas, Max and Mike wanted to just leave and go with their plan, but Dustin and I didn’t wanna leave him with Billy when they both woke up.

“Liv and I promised that you’d be cool,” Dustin said. 

“I didn’t say jack shit!” I exclaimed.

Max sped up more, Steve repeating whoa a few times before asking, “What’s going on?” I even felt the force of the car speeding as Steve said, “Whoa! Stop the car. Slow down.”

“Don’t puke on me.”

“I told you he’d freak out,” Mike said.

“Stop the car!” Steve exclaimed.

“Everybody shut up!” Max yelled. “I’m trying to focus!”

“Oh, wait, that’s Mount Sinai,” Lucas said. “Make a left!”

“What?”

“Make - turn left!”

Max effectively ran into a couple mailboxes before sharply turning left, everyone in the car screaming and holding on to something or someone; Steve grabbed my leg, Dustin grabbed the front of my shoulders, I grabbed the seat in front of me as well as Mike’s shoulder, Lucas… well, I have no idea about him. She stopped once we got to our destination, Steve yelling out, “Whoa! Hello!”

“Incredible,” Mike said.

“I told you,” Max said. “Zoomer.”

The kids piled out of the car, followed by myself and Steve, who leaned against the opening of the passenger door. The kids went to the trunk to get their gear on and to grab their backpacks, while I stood at the back near the back window.

“Oh, no,” Steve groaned. “Hey, guys.”

Mike, in full gear, walked past me and Steve to the front of the vehicle, the older teen asking, “Hey. Hey, where do you think you’re going?”

Dustin handed me my gear; a bandana to keep my nose and mouth protected as well as some goggles to keep my eyes protected as well.

“What are you, deaf?” Steve said. “Hello?”

I think everyone was ignoring him at this point, myself included. I didn’t want the kids to go through with the plan, but I wouldn’t have been able to stop them anyway.

“We are not going down there right now,” Steve continued. “Liv and I made ourselves clear.”

Turning to face him, I said, “You made yourself clear. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop them.”

“Whatever,” he said. “There’s no chance we’re going to that hole, alright?”

Dustin had a bag ready on the side of the trunk to grab it when he needed it, but Steve grabbed it and slammed it back in the trunk yelling, “This ends right now!”

“Babe!” I said at the same time Dustin said, “Steve!” while turning him around.

“You’re upset, I get it,” Dustin said while I shouldered my bag. “But the bottom line is, a party member requires assistance, and it is our duty to provide that assistance.”

“Now, we know you promised Nance that you’d help me protect these kids,” I said, grabbing his bag from the trunk, holding it out to him. “So, help me keep them safe.”

We looked at each other for a moment before he lightly nodded his head and grabbed the bag from my hand, putting on the bandana and goggles.

Mike, Lucas and Max had already walked to the hole, gas cans, rope and map in hand, so when Steve put on his gear, he, Dustin and myself walked to the hole, the kids going down the rope first before Steve went down.

He looked up at me, holding his arms out to catch me as I slid in, my hands landing on his shoulders.

I looked around, seeing what looked like flecks of snow floating around. “Holy shit.”

“Uhh,” Mike said. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s this way.”

Steve helped me put on my bag as I had dropped it first before I turned around and helped him as Dustin asked, “You’re pretty sure, or you’re certain?”

“I’m 100% sure,” Mike said, turning to face the party. “Just follow me and you’ll know.”

He turned back around right before Steve and I said in unison, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey, I don’t think so.”

“What?” Mike asked.

I walked towards him, saying, “Any of you little shits die down here, Steve and I are getting the blame. Moreso me. You got that, dipshit?”

Hearing the paper map Mike had in his hand rustling, I looked at it in Steve’s hand as he turned and said, “From here on out, I’m leading the way.” 

With an eyebrow raised, I watched as he put the paper in between two of his fingers that were holding his flashlight before he grabbed my hand and led me down the tunnels, as I said, “Let’s go! Hustle!”

I’m not sure how many tunnels we went through; it could’ve been one, it could’ve been 100, I wasn’t sure. Only thing I was sure of was that the part of the tunnel we were in looked like a giant nest of some sort. Very hard to describe.

“God,” Lucas said.

“What is this place?” Max asked.

“Can we keep moving, please?” I asked. “This place is freaking me out, and making me want to scrub my skin off in the shower.”

“Come on, guys, let’s keep moving,” Steve said, leading the way out of this… nest?

I heard screaming a few seconds later, followed by a “SHIT!” Stopping my steps, I said, “Dustin?!” Running back to him, I knelt down next to him, asking him, “What the fuck happened? Are you hurt? Dustin, talk to me!”

“It’s in my mouth! Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!” Dustin said before he started coughing.

I was breathing heavily, anxiety and worry filling me up fast.

He spit before looking at me. “I’m okay.”

Small bit of rage filled me as I hit his arm, yelling, “Don’t fucking do that again, Dustin Wade!” Standing, I let out a frustrated growl, pushing my way past Steve and the kids.

“Are you serious?” Max asked.

“Very funny, man,” Steve said. “You almost gave your sister a heart attack.” 

I could see the flashlight trail beside me as I heard Steve tell me to wait up. When he caught up with me, I was walking down what seemed like steps within this tunnel.

“What the hell?” I whispered, looking around the… I guess, room we were in.

“Alright, Wheeler,” Steve said. “I think we found your hub.”

Looking around, I grossly underestimated how big this hub would be. I breathed in a deep breath, releasing it as confidence took over.

“Let’s drench it,” Mike said.

The four younger teens started drenching the hub in gasoline while Steve and I watched. I felt him rub his hand up and down my back. “I’m so ready for this shit to be over with. I want my boring life back. I wanna be able to sleep and not have nightmares.”

“Once we burn this place, it’ll go back to normal,” Steve said. “I promise.”

The kids came back to Steve and I when their cans were emptied, all of us squatting down.

“Alright, you guys ready?” Steve asked, the kids echoing, “Ready.”

I grabbed the lighter from my pocket, holding it up to Steve, saying, “Light her up.” He grabbed it from my hand, his eyes looking into mine before he said, “We’re in such deep shit.”

Steve flicked the lighter, the flame appearing immediately before he tossed it into the gasoline. Flames instantly started burning the hub, the vines almost dancing around as Steve said, “Go, go, go!”

He didn’t have to tell me twice as I got up and started following him and the kids back through the tunnels. Map in hand again, he was at the front of the line, Dustin behind us repeating oh my god like it was a mantra or something.

We made it to the little room where Dustin had his freak out just a few minutes before, Mike’s muffled, “Help! Help! Help!” making me grab Steve’s jacket and telling him Mike needs help.

All of us went back to help save Mike, a vine wrapping around his ankle when we got back to him. “Pull him out, pull him out!” I yelled.

The kids and I grabbed on to him, playing tug of war with Mike and this vine.

“Back, back, everybody back!” Steve yelled before he started whacking at the vine before it split, releasing Mike. 

I looked at Steve with heart eyes, I’m sure, saying to him, “If we weren’t basically in the Upside Down, I’d kiss you stupid.”

“You can do that later,” he said. “Now, come on.”

A growling behind us made everyone turn to face it, the growling coming from Dart. I grabbed onto Dustin, not wanting him anywhere near Dart.

“Dart,” Dustin said, taking a couple of careful steps towards the creature.

“Dustin, no,” I said, trying to pull him back.

He gently pulled himself from my hold, turning to face me. “Liv, trust me. Please.” Turning back to face Dart, Dustin walked forward at the same time Dart did. “Hey. It’s me, it’s me. It’s just your friend. It’s Dustin.” He knelt on one knee in front of the creature, asking, “You remember me? Will you let us pass?”

When Dart opened his face at Dustin, I jumped, ready to save my little brother as Steve wrapped his arm around my waist to keep me in place.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” Dustin said. “Liv and I are sorry about the storm cellar. That was a pretty douchey thing to do. You hungry? Yeah?” He took a strap off his shoulder, reaching into his bag.

“He’s insane,” Lucas said, all of us shushing him after.

“I’ve got our favorite, see?”

“Nougat,” I whispered as Dustin said aloud to Dart.

I could tell he was opening it just by the way his arms were moving. “Look at that. Yummy. Here, alright? Eat up, buddy.” He moved his hand for us to move past him and Dart, the creature now distracted. “Come on, come on.”

After Max moved first, I felt Steve lightly push me to move forward, him and the other two boys following.

“There’s plenty more,” Dustin said. “I’ve got more.”

I stopped a few feet away to turn and watch my baby brother say goodbye to his interdimensional pet. “Goodbye, buddy.”

“Let’s go, let’s go,” Steve whispered.

We made it through the tunnels, probably about three quarters of the way back to the rope before the ground beneath us started rumbling, almost like an earthquake for a couple seconds.

I stood from having fallen over at the rumble, hearing the unmistakable Demodog roar.

“What was that?” Max asked.

We turned from the direction we just came from, hearing them roar again as Mike said, “They’re coming. Run! Run!”

He did not have to tell me twice. I just ran, not caring if I was going the right way or not, but thankful I turned down the right tunnel when I saw the rope. “There! Come on!”

I stopped at the rope, waiting for Steve to help me get the kids up to safety.

We got Max up first, then Lucas, followed by Mike and Dustin. Steve went to bend to hoist me up before I started to protest.

“No, no,” I said, watching him stand. “I’m not leaving you to die alone.” He tried to protest, but I just put my hands on his chest, saying, “No! I just got you, I can’t lose you already.”

I heard the monsters before I saw their shadow, Steve standing in front of me a little with his bat out to protect me, the kids shouting above us, “Liv, Steve, come on!”

I screamed a little as one came charging at us, closing my eyes, ready to see nothing but black, but… nothing came. As I opened them, I watched as they all passed us, Steve grabbing onto me as I leaned back a little to dodge the Dogs.

I was breathing so hard, my goggles started to fog up before I breathed, “Eleven.”

Steve and I made it up the rope after the Dogs ran past us, the headlights on Billy’s Camaro getting brighter and brighter before they dimmed back to their normal brightness.

Grabbing Dustin, I gave him the biggest hug ever, thankful that I still had my little brother with me. “I love you, Dusty,” I whispered. When I pulled back, I looked him in the eyes and said, “If you tell anyone I said that, I’ll deny it.”

He smiled. “Same.”

Turning to Steve, I smiled at him before wrapping my arms around his middle, just holding him for a moment, feeling him do the same with his arms around my shoulders. I looked at him after a few moments, saying, “I really thought I was going to lose you.”

He shook head. “You’ll ever lose me. I promise.”

I smiled at him, ready to kiss him stupid like I said earlier, but didn’t, not wanting to hurt his already swollen lips from getting the shit knocked out of him by Billy. Lightly touching them, I said softly, “When these aren’t swollen, I’ll kiss you stupid.”

He smiled a little before wincing at the pain.

A throat being cleared made me turn around, seeing Max with Billy’s keyring on her finger.

“I’ll drive,” I said.

~~~

After I had dropped Steve off at his car, I took the Camaro back to the Byers, Steve following me. Billy was still passed out on the floor, so I just dropped his keys on his abdomen before getting into the driver seat of Steve’s BMW, driving the kids back home. 

I gave Dustin the option of staying at home alone or staying with Mike. He opted to stay with Mike. Steve also gave me options; go home or go with him. I chose the latter. I didn’t wanna stay home alone.

When Steve and I made it back to his house, we took our showers before I cleaned him up some more and patched him back up. We cuddled in his bed that night, talking about anything and everything; fears for the next few weeks, goals, what we wanted out of… us.

I sighed. “I don’t want a comparison relationship. I don’t want us to be compared to you and Nancy.”

Running his fingers lightly on my arm, he said, “We won’t. And if anyone tries to say it in front of us, I’ll kick their ass.”

I chuckled, looking up at his jawline, cupping the right side of his face. “Need I remind you why that would be a bad idea?”

He chuckled a little, resting his hands on my arms before he sighed. All I could hear was his heartbeat under my ear as I closed my eyes, silence following. 

I wasn’t sure what this thing between Steve and I would hold… if it even held anything.

All I wanted was Steve… and I got him.

~~~

One Month Later

It was sad officially saying goodbye to Barbra Holland, but her parents and Nancy needed closure. I had told Steve that it felt right and respectful to be at the services for Barb, and he agreed.

Steve took me home after the funeral services, promising he’d be back to take me on a small diner date later. As I was getting ready, I heard Dustin stomp around the house, saying, “Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!”

I walk out of my room as my mom and I asked, “Where did you see it last?” She was sitting in her chair holding our new kitten, Tews.

Pointing at a spot on the counter, Dustin said, “Right here, where I put it.”

“What’s so important anyway?” I asked, crossing my arms.

He picked up a brown paper bag, turning to us and smiling. “Got it.” After running past Mom and I, the doorbell rang.

“That’s your ride, Dusty!” Mom said.

Eyes wide, I realized I wasn’t fully ready. Turning to bolt back to my room, I said, “Son of a bitch!”

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“Why am I always in the backseat?” I groaned as Steve pulled up to the Middle School gym.

“Because I’m more special, that’s why,” Dustin replied.

Leaning in between the front seats, I glared at my brother. “I’m his girlfriend, I think that makes me more special.”

When Steve stopped the car, he said, “Stop bickering, please. We’re here. So, remember, once you get in there…”

Dustin turned his head to face Steve, confirming, “Pretend like I don’t care.”

I facepalmed as Steve said, “You don’t care.”

“I don’t care.”

“There you go. You’re learning, my friend. You’re learning.”

Dustin checked himself in the rearview mirror, making sure his hairstyle was still in place.

“Dusty,” I said.

“What?”

“Come on, dude. You look great. I mean, you used half that can. I could smell it down the hall.”

“Really?” 

“Yes.”

“Okay,” Steve said. “Now, you’re gonna go in there–”

“Yeah,” Dustin said.

“Look like a million bucks.”

“Yeah!”

“And you’re gonna slay ‘em dead.”

“Like a lion,” Dustin said, before proceeding to growl.

“Uuuuuuhhhhh, don’t do that, okay?”

“Okay.”

Steve stuck his hand out, Dustin wrapping his own around Steve’s as the older teen said, “Good luck.”

Dustin and I got out before I gave him a hug, whispering, “Care,” before I lightly shoved him away from the door, telling him to have fun as I got in and shut the door.

I looked at Steve, and him at me before we leaned towards each other, smiles on our faces. Our lips connected in a sweet kiss before we pulled apart, Steve driving off with his hand on its normal spot; my thigh.

I was so happy with Steve. Nothing could destroy it.

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Posted on February 19, 2023

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