#Goody Two Shoes Steve Harrington

[hellcheercaine]

The question that keeps Steve awake all night

[nouearth]

rated i for impatient.

steve harrington x male reader.

summary: in the middle of a slow afternoon at family video, steve has an idea on how to past time, and it involves you and your mouth.

wc: 3.4k. warnings: explicit smut, handjob (r!giving), blowjob (r!giving), mouth-fucking, deep-throating, lots of spit, gagging, bantering, workplace quickie, co-workers, established relationship, rough!steve, but also gentle!steve, bigdick!steve.

a/n: and it's been a hot minute since i've written smut, as well as a full one-shot!! i swear, i feel like my small hiatus made me forget everything, lol. but i hope it's as good as my other stories and i also hope you guys enjoy steve's first appearance on my blog!

“Dude, you seriously couldn’t wait?” 

Heavy footsteps followed Steve as he dragged your trudge into the storage closet. Even though his back faced you, he responded with a shimmy of his shoulders, the flight of muscles equally excited to cease the sluggish afternoon.

“Oh, come on!” He shut the door once you entered with a distressed groan. Though, he knew you didn’t mean it despite your pointed tone. 

“I know you want to.” Steve sang with a tease, cornering you against the door with a playful dance, and a smile that had charmed you since the first time you had met him. 

You’d been keeping track at how many times Steve had simply captivated you with his presence. It was embarrassing because you’d lost count since day one. The only statistic that you did know was that you were losing.

Losing bad.

Always a goody two-shoes and extra responsible, yet somehow, you were never a prude and knew how to have fun. If only you weren’t so hesitant in this moment. It was your first week, your fourth day at Family Video, and you wanted to make a great impression, even if it was only something to fill up your time during the summer.

He continued to dance, singing a tune that had been stuck in his head since three mornings ago, and your lips curled into smile while he performed within the narrow space. A few stumbles threw him off balance, but upon seeing your lips bitten to hold back a laugh, the following trip had been intentional. 

Steve collided into you, though barely as he caught his weight against the door. A whisper of gasp dried your throat when the sudden thump by your shoulders jolted you and his face rushed close to yours like a bullet. Your gaze widened in surprise, only for them to roll once it catalogued the mischief on his face. “You know Keith kind of hates you, right? You’re going to be fucked if he catches you slacking again.”

“Me?! I’m sorry, are you a ghost or something? A figment of my imagination? Worse… I’ve huffed paint too many times when I was little, and now it’s all catching up to me.” There was amusement on his face and it reflected off of your smile. 

You straightened your posture to match his eye level, and rebutted his theory with the light touch of your nose to his. He laughed, wrapping his arms around your torso. “You’d get in trouble too, you know. Last time I checked, most sexual acts involve at least two participants.”

“Yeah, well, he likes me unlike you! If anything, he’d probably blame you for being a bad influence or something.” The possible truth expelled a groan out of Steve, but it doesn’t stop him from pouring the remainder of his frustration into your mouth. 

You took him in stride, earlier hesitance burying into the back of your mind when the fresh mint of his breath began haunting your mouth. Then, completely into obscurity when his tongue slid over yours, sloppily in hopes of awakening a fruitful lust, akin to his, within you.

“Steve… come on,” You pulled away, but Steve immediately captured your lips again in a tongue-swelling kiss. “What if customers come in?” You panted in between breaths, squeezing at his firm back to distract yourself from the growing tent within your khakis.

“I’ve been here longer than you, studied the activity down to the seconds.” He pressed into you, hip to hip, until you could feel his own muscle growing against yours. “We have at least ten minutes.”

“Ten?! Dude, that’s not enough—“

“Please?” Steve suddenly pulled your hand from his back and into the firmness of his bulge, looking into you with a desperation that rivaled the yearning freedom of his erection. “Please…” The curl of your hand was imposed by his grip, folding them until you had a handful of his bulge, throbbing at the mere friction of your warm palm.

“Fuck,” The determination in Steve’s gaze, as well as the devilish guidance of your own cock stirring against you, had your hand leave the aching muscle for a brief moment to hastily unbuckle his belt. You pressed your lips back to his, and muttered with a grimace. “You’re owing me one after work.”

“God, I love you.” He sighed with relief upon knowing that the heavy pressure in his pants would soon be released, thanking you by taking your cheeks into the dip of his palms and kissing you warm and wet. Even if it was going to be a quick one, his main priority was to be liberated of the painful throbs that had led him to this desperate juncture.

As much as Steve hated confined spaces, the feeling of the storage space closing in on him had only been fleeting because his desire for you was gravity-defying strong. It expanded the proximity at his very will until you were the only subject framed in his field of vision. 

Lips plumped from the bites he took from your flesh earlier, balmy skin speckled with a flush that he’d been the sole creator of, he couldn’t get enough of your presence. He took in your woody scent with deep inhales as he moved his lips to your neck, and your hands began digging into the waistband of his pants, pulling Steve close with a hard yank to harbor every warm breath into one another again.

With one swift pull, the belt collided with the floor and your hands worked at the zipper like a tailor until the khakis dropped and pooled around his ankles. You accompanied the leather and fabric seconds after, kneeling onto the cold surface with the eager guidance of Steve’s caresses to the back of your head. 

Kneeling face-to-face with his bulge, you couldn’t stop yourself from drooling even if Steve was covered. You could outline the girth of his cock, plumping and thickening under your piquant gaze, and then throbbing when you followed the curve with your palm in eager cycles until the waistband screamed for your attention. 

Your fingers hooked into the elastic band and in one slow pull, you revealed Steve’s erection in all its glory. Thick and unkempt hairs billowed first, and you played with the anticipation as you dragged the waistband over his length, weighting it downwards until all that was left covered was the plump tip that you can still taste from a few nights ago. In a final yank, Steve’s cock sprang up proudly and his groans were heavenly in its accompaniment. The weight of his large cock made him bounce in several reps before it was kept still by the warmth of your hand, then another over the remaining curve to amuse yourself with his blessed size.

“Jesus, did you not jerk off this morning? Haven’t seen or felt you this hard before...” Your mouth fell open in awe, and also in preparation to loosen the muscles in your jaw while your hands slid over him in slow strokes. Every vein throbbed at the delicate touch, pulsated strong when you squeezed a few sticky drips of his pre-cum from his spout. They would’ve landed on the undeserving floor had you not stuck your tongue out in time, lapping him up from the underside of his cock to the smooth pink rim. 

His cock jumped when your other hand dropped to fondle his balls, hanging low as if they awaited to be grasped and swung. You did exactly that as you licked the slit of his tip, amusing yourself with Steve’s package that you had sucked and fucked before, yet still managed to be surprised despite your many affairs.

“Not since we last fucked, to be honest.” At first, he balled the end of his shirt and raised it high to prevent it from obstructing your view, exposing the happy trail that you always traced over with your tongue on lazy Sundays. “Guess it wasn’t the same.” But the defy work of your hands spread the boil in his stomach to the muscular arch of his back, hot and heavy on his body until the weight of his shirt was thrown off. Moans exhaled in breathy tremors as you squeezed his shaft and pulled him forward and back in wall-closing jerks. 

“Well, I’m sorry for the long wait.” Your strokes continued while you sealed a wet promise to the pink glans. “I’ll make it worth it.” You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out to welcome the following sticky slaps of his heavy length in disgusting delight, holding him like a marker as you patterned his thick pre-cum over your pair of lips before the salty flesh was vaulted into your mouth with an inhale.

His length pushed your mouth open in an accommodating stretch, almost pleasurable if he hadn’t been so difficult to take in. The first few inches gagged you, ached a muscle in your stomach when you flexed. It was traditional at this point, and your routine often consisted of stroking the shaft that had yet felt the heat of your mouth. The sliminess of your tongue as you bathed Steve’s cock in stomach-churning sin, lapping the musk of him from the loose scrotum to the plump head. 

And it was a routine to attempt to take him again. You spat in your hand before lubing his stiff in a glaze that caught the light of his eyes, then the hiccup of his moan. “Fuck, you know I love it when you do that…”

“Yeah?” You smiled, his compliments sent straight to your erection while the sticky sounds of bubbles and drool soiled his cock in pure lust in lazy strokes, then sealed when you wrapped your lips around him again, and pushed down when the pulse of his veins beckoned you.

The size of his cock drew a moan out of you, tremors rimming the shaft while you prepared the opening of your throat little by little. Drool leaked from either corners of your mouth, staining your flushed skin and then the floor, but you hadn’t been bothered to save them despite your reputation of being a clean-freak. 

When it came to Steve, you were in a state of delirium that had forgotten who you were because there was only one purpose on your mind: to pleasure. 

“Shit, (M/N)—“ His hands had left you to fold his arms behind his head, allowing his silhouette to become yours to own and to rapture over as you worked him like one your favorite treats at the candy store. He slipped in and out of you, closer to the barrier of your throat with the help of his thrusts, and the only time you’d take a break was when you suckled on his balls. As his cock hung over your face, head dripping in saliva and thick pre-cum, you found enjoyment in rolling his balls like dice: another one of Steve’s favorite moves.

Steve was heavy on your tongue and the only way you could thank him for blessing you with his fruitful cock, was to love-bomb him with all of his favorite desires. You lined the underside with your tongue until your lips met the pink glans again, speckling it with a playful pecks before weighing his shaft down with your spit once again. “Have you always liked it sloppy?”

“Mm—no…” He murmured, and you looked up into the heaviness of his lids, surprised by his confession. “Not until I met you. For others, it’s kind of gross, but… you do it differently. Tastefully, and I’m not trying to be funny.”

You laughed at the unintentional joke and Steve joined your amusement with a smile, petting the back of your head before it was guided back to swallow him whole this time. Your mouth stretched wide the more he pushed you, burying the remnants of your humored-self into the pit of your throat with the ample of his throbbing erection. Your hands held around his thighs to brace for the oncoming gags and Steve does the same around your head, threading his fingers into your hair with a strong grip as he pushed, and pushed, and pushed, until tears brimmed the highlights of your eyes.

“Holy shit—“ Steve was enamored by the feeling of stuffing you whole. The confines of your mouth and throat restricted the blood flow around him, yet he couldn’t have felt himself pulsate more, stiffen harder in between your godly gags and whimpers. The scratches at his thighs was a telling sign for him to pull you back, and so he does in what felt like slow motion. His cock unsheathed out of your throat like a sleeve, unraveling a spell of gasps and bubbling moans in midst. 

“You did so good, baby… fuck.” Cupping your cheek, he briefly bent down to meet you in the middle of his gratification, kissing you proud and golden on your breathless smile before he tore himself away to spit inside of your mouth and submerging his saliva down your mouth with his cock again. Despite the sting in your eyes and throat, you were compliant to his every move and welcomed the sheathing of his wet flesh in prideful determination.

Steve’s hands had moved to either sides of your head, where he had complete control of every bone and muscle of your neck, and the desire to fuck your tight mouth had become a victorious reality. Your lips pressed into his unkempt hairs when he forced you down again, tasting the sweat that had been harbored within the strands. 

From then on, your gags had only become motivation as he rode the rhythm of your delectable sounds with sharp and eager thrusts. Gasps and coughs stuck to the slick of your throat while Steve’s cock fucked them down in repetitive and selfish strides. Your head moved from the guidance of Steve’s hold, meeting the bow of your head with a forward thrust and ramming into the back of your throat while you spilled sheltered saliva—thick and bubbly in its journey to form a puddle on the floor. He repeated after barely giving you enough time to catch your breath, choking and fucking your mouth with his cock while you writhed on your knees in intimidation. 

Steve sheltered you close, curling his body over you as a satisfied moan added to the thick air when he shoved your head deep in between his legs, keeping you still in midst of your squirms. Whenever you tried to pull back, Steve only thrusted and pushed you further into your struggle for freedom. He drowned you in your own saliva, locked you of your only source of oxygen as your nose pressed deep into his pelvis, and gagged you to the point of leaving scars on his thighs as your fingers curled into his flesh, desperate for a whisper of air to breathe back into you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

You finally get your wish when he yanked you back, and you inhaled with a slobbering gasp, coughing out the oxygen that he had buried from within you.

Throughout all of this, you gazed beautifully up to him, Steve thought. From the highlights of the whites to the color of your orbs, you glistened like nature past dew point, and his chest swelled in agreement. His heart pulsed faster than the rhythmic sucks and strokes of your mouth and hand as you’ve gone back to sucking him, fisting him into your mouth as your mouth began aching from deep-throating, breath recovering from being face-fucked. It was a curse that you put on him, where he closed his eyes to the merit of your tongue and couldn’t bear to look at you again because if he did, he knew he could come all over your face right then and there.

“Close—fuck.” His shoulders rolled back and one hand pushed the sweat off his forehead back into the fluff of his hair, while the other maintained on your head, keeping you in close proximity.

“Fuck, Steve…” You sniffled, desperately tasting the salt off the tip of his cock while you snapped your wrist back and forth in jerking him off. Your free hand ran over his stomach, then down his flexed thighs, and you squeezed to remind him that he was spellbound under your touch. His gaze casted downwards to meet yours once again, and he nodded as if he understood. 

The pressure on the back of your head hardened, but it was your own will that had you slobbering all over him again. You took him his cock back in with desperation, the memory of how salty he had tasted days prior fortifying your delirious state of mind. You sucked Steve off, swallowed him whole, fucked him into your fist, then into your mouth, and it would repeat until he nested his hand into your hair, tightly curling them into a fist as he came undone into your mouth.

“Fuck—“

Steve’s cock pulsed in heavy bounces and his balls bounced in its drain as he emptied himself inside of you. Warm and thick seed accompanied the fill of your mouth, and your hand reached down to massage his sack, aiding the scrotum to dump the remaining few shots into the pool of cum. Slowly, you pulled back with your lips pressed tight in caution of wasting the fresh fluid, and you swallowed slow and proud, savoring every gulp that ran down your violated throat as if it the cure to the sore. He watched you, panting heavily, and his cleansed cock twitched as you quenched upon his energy for the day. 

“You don't have to swallow it al—“ Before he could finish his question, you stuck your tongue out to reveal the abyss of your mouth, and the limp of his cock roused with one more throb before finally hanging low in between his legs. Steve was left astonished, and there was a flicker in his eyes before he helped you back on your feet. “Come here, I need to kiss you right now.”

A laugh was caught in between your lips when Steve kissed you with a familiar sweetness that always rattled the butterflies in your stomach. He pulled you close to pacify the flutter of their wings, and sighed into you before a hand gently caressed the middle of your throat. “Did I go too hard?”

“I would’ve said something if you did, Steve.” You’d come to realize that it always took more than a smile and comforting words to appease his guilt, and so you pressed fleeting pecks to the center of his lips, then began massaging the sensitive fill of his cock in slow turns. “I mean, if you want, we can go for round two right now and—“

“Okay, okay.” He pressed a laugh into your lips and leaned his forehead onto yours for the moment you two shared a gaze. Looking into you, it dismantled all of his worries, as it did for you, and it was only when the cold bit at his naked body that roused him from the daze.

“I should probably put my clothes back on.”

“Dude, are you saying that isn’t your uniform?” You gasped. 

“Dude,” He took you by the back of your head again and kissed you once, grinning. “Shut up.”

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[munson-blurbs]

hii 🫶🏻 i've had this idea of the reader and eddie being at a halloween party and her drink getting spiked (roofied or wtv) and like eddie comes to the rescue and takes care of her - enemies to slight lovers pls!! have a good day/night :))

Hi! I changed it a bit so that her drink was spiked with extra booze, but I kept it enemies-to-lovers!

Warnings: underage drinking (everyone is over 18 but under 21), reader's drink gets spiked, drunkenness, brief mention of Eddie dealing, Billy Hargrove needs his own warning tbh, enemies-to-lovers, idiots in love

WC: 2.5k

Thank you so much to @corroded-hellfire @lofaewrites and @manda-panda-monium for their help! Y'all made this fic much stronger, and I am indebted to you.

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A brief, incomplete list of activities you enjoy: grabbing coffee with a few friends, walks down by Lover’s Lake powered by whatever cassette you’ve jammed into your WalkMan, reading a good book and curling up in the sunlight streaming through your bedroom window.

A brief, incomplete list of activities you despise: Steve Harrington’s house parties.

The bass from the stereo has the entire downstairs shaking, and you wince as you pass by it and make your way to Nancy. She’s the reason why you’ve started coming to these stupid things, and although Steve isn’t as big of a tool as you’d previously thought, it doesn’t make other people more tolerable.

“You having a good time?” Nancy asks now, bouncing along with the music. Her eyes are hazy with booze; her half-filled cup of the jungle juice concoction is clearly far from her first of the evening.

You shrug, hitching your bag close to your shoulder as a beast of a man in a letterman jacket pushes his way through the crowd. “Not really.”

“Cool, awesome!” Nancy chirps, senses compromised by the constant flow of alcohol and the blasting music. 

Steve has his arm around her waist, pressing chaste kisses to her neck. He looks up at you for just a second and frowns. “Where’s your drink?”

You jingle the car keys you’ve had clenched in your fist the whole night, ready to make a getaway as early as you can. “Designated driver. Unless you want José Cuervo behind the wheel tonight,” you raise your brows as you motion to your friend.

Steve shakes his head. “Nance is gonna stay here with me tonight,” he tells you, taking Nancy’s cup from her hand and placing it in yours. “She’s had enough, anyway. So, uh, go crazy.”

Go crazy. It’s tempting to dull the roar of the dozen or so conversations worming their way into your consciousness. And no doubt it’ll be easier to slap a fake smile on your face and even join one of them. But you still have to get home somehow, and the thought of asking either of your overbearing parents for a ride home from a party has your stomach in knots, especially considering you’d told them you were going to the library and sleeping at the Wheeler’s. 

Instead of going crazy, you toss the couple a frustrated eye roll, but they’re both too enmeshed in their puppy love for each other to catch it. Home. You just need to get home, snug in your own bed, away from–

“Hey, Goody Two-Shoes!” Billy Hargrove flings his muscular arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him despite your clear lack of interest. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s bad etiquette to bring down the party vibe?”

 “Get offa me,” you grumble, but his strength easily overpowers yours. 

“What you need,” he continues, stifling a beer-scented belch, “is to fuckin’ loosen up.” He punctuates his statement by placing one beefy hand on each of your shoulders, shaking you back and forth. He stumbles a bit in his drunken state, and you seize the opportunity to step away from him.

The entire encounter makes the drink in your hand even more tempting, and you throw it back without another thought. Your throat burns with the sting of alcohol, and you wince reflexively. Jeez, if this is what Nancy’s been drinking all night, no wonder she’s wasted, you think, grateful that you only had half of the cup.

Eddie Munson arrives when the party is in full swing, lunch box of illicit substances gripped tight in his hands. He hates spending time with these jockstraps outside of school, but parties are a great way to make some extra cash, and rich douchebags like King Steve practically throw the money at him, too drunk and lazy to actually count it out.

He sees you out of the corner of his eye, swaying to the music alongside Billy Hargrove. You’re leaning into him, with his hand around your waist pulling you into him. You laugh loudly, though it doesn’t appear that Billy’s said anything.

What a weird pair, Eddie muses, comparing your usual type-A, pain-in-the-ass, teacher’s pet personality with Billy’s thoughtlessness and indifference. He watches as Billy nonchalantly refills your drink and grabs your backside.

When Billy notices Eddie, he props you against the counter and murmurs something before staggering over to buy something. “What do you have tonight, Munson?”

“The usual,” Eddie replies casually, placing the tin box on the kitchen table and flipping it open. “So, uh, looks like Goody-Two Shoes is having a good time.”

Billy chuckles, twirling a toothpick across his lips. It’s a menacing laugh, and Eddie doesn’t care for the sound of it. “Yeah, she needed a little help, but I took care of it.”

He really doesn’t like that. “What do you mean?”

“Slipped a little extra in her drink when she wasn’t looking,” Billy whispers, flashing Eddie a now-empty mini bottle of tequila. “Shit was pretty strong to begin with, but she’s definitely feeling it now.”

“You spiked her drink?” Eddie’s mouth goes dry, and he snaps the lunch box shut. When Billy just laughs again, Eddie shoves him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Billy holds his hands up in defense. “Hey, man, you can’t blame a guy for doing what he has to do to get laid. Especially when it’s someone as uptight as her.”

Rage pounds in Eddie’s ears, and he barely hears anything after that. He marches towards you, fists clenched. You weren’t his favorite person, and he wasn’t yours–not after what happened in health last year–but he’d be damned if he let you get taken advantage of.

“Hey,” he says softly, tapping your shoulder to grab your attention. “Let me get you home.”

You sloppily shake your head, jungle juice sloshing over the side of the cup. “‘M fine.”

“No, you’re not.” He’s insistent, tone much harsher than his usual carelessness. “You’re absolutely plastered, and I’m taking you home.” He extends his hand, and you reluctantly take it, letting him lead you to his van. Your feet are bricks beneath you, and you giggle involuntarily as you trip over them.

“Munson, what the fuck?” Billy calls out, charging over. His own stride isn’t much more graceful than yours; the Keg Stand Champion having reclaimed his title earlier in the evening. “Get your own girl.” He reaches for your bicep to tug you away, but Eddie’s faster, which only makes the jock’s eyes stonier. “Fucking freak!” he calls out, quickly downing another plastic cup of beer.

Your eyelids begin to close, and slurred words leave your lips. “Whas’ goin’ on? Why’s Billy shhh-so mad?”

Eddie ignores your question, not wanting to slow down and risk Billy catching up to you. Once he’s safely got you in the passenger seat, he starts the ignition and glances at where you’re leaning against the window. “Where to?”

“Home.”

“Right, and, uh…where might that be?”

You shrug, body heavier with sleep by the second. “Dunno.”

“Like an address, or a general direction…anything?” Eddie drums his ringed fingers against the steering wheel. He sighs and throws the van in reverse when you shake your head. “All right, looks like you’re staying at mine.”

He keeps his eyes on the road, stealing a peek at you every minute or so. You’re sleeping, soft snores punctuating the otherwise silent ride. He winces as he goes over a bump and puts his arm out to prevent you from falling against the dashboard. 

Twenty minutes later—it would have been fifteen, but he drove slowly to prevent jostling you too much—he’s pulling up to his trailer. “Welcome to Casa Munson.” He opens his door with a dramatic grunt and shuffles around to your side. “C’mon, let’s get you inside.” If any of the neighbors see him, they’ll assume the worst, but it’s either that or have you sleep in the van. 

The last thing you remember is mumbling about needing a bed and Eddie leading you to his with an offhand comment about not knowing where the stains are from. When you wake the next morning, a jackhammer has replaced your brain and your throat is filled with bile. 

“Ugh, fuck,” you groan, pulling your sheet up over your eyes to shield them from the sun. Except this isn’t the baby pink set your mom bought you from Wal-Mart. These sheets are white and smell like cigarettes, weed, and drugstore cologne. The realization that this isn’t your room has you jolting up in bed despite your body’s protests. “What the hell?”

“Good morning to you, too,” a voice grumbles from below. You look down to see Eddie Munson laying on the floor, a towel rolled below his head in a makeshift pillow. A throw blanket covers from his shoulders to just above his ankles, leaving his sweat sock-clad feet exposed. “There’s some water and pretzels next to you, and I can grab Advil if you need.”

You nod, squeezing your eyelids together at the pain the slight head movement causes. “Yes, please.” He returns with the medicine, and you eagerly swallow it with a gulp of water. A quick assessment assures you that your clothes are still on, but you still have to ask, “did we…”

“Nope. No way. Not even a little.” He takes a seat next to you, offering the pretzel canister. Though your stomach is churning, you need something to absorb the medicine, so you take a handful and carefully munch on them. “But you had quite the offer last night.”

“Wha—?”

“Hargrove spiked your drink to get you in bed,” he explains. His mop of curls is disheveled from tossing and turning, but he doesn’t seem to notice. “And, uh, not to sleep.”

“Yeah, I gathered that,” you mutter. A fresh wave of nausea washes over you, and it’s not from the hangover. Your memories are muddled, but you can vaguely piece the night together: Nancy and Steve, the unfinished drink, Billy’s arm around you… “We left before he could do anything, right?”

Eddie nods, stealing the plastic water bottle from your grasp and taking a swig. He swishes it around his mouth before answering. “Got you outta there before he could even cop a feel.”

You grimace at his brazen response. “Well, um, thanks. You didn’t have to do that.” You start to stand up, fumbling for your keys in your bag when you remember. “Fuck, my car’s still at Steve’s.”

“I can take you,” Eddie offers, grabbing the jeans he’d haphazardly flung over his desk chair. 

“Nah, s’okay. I can walk.”

“Seriously?” He throws his hands in the air, utterly exasperated with you. “You’d rather walk three miles back to Harrington’s—hungover as shit…looking like that,” he gestures vaguely at your smeared makeup and bloodshot eyes, “than take a ride from me?”

You remain quiet, so he proceeds with his rant. 

“Y’know, when you ditched me last year, I figured you weren’t, like, into me or whatever. But, Christ, what did I do to make you hate my guts?”

Your brow furrows in confusion. “I ditched you?” The thunderous headache makes it difficult to wrack your brain for the memory, but you definitely would recall ditching Eddie Munson. “I never did that.”

“Last April,” he begins, tone clipped and direct, “the night we were supposed to finish our health project—”

“You ditched me.”

He shakes his head. “Uh, no. I invited you to see my band play and then we would finish the project after—which you agreed to—and then you never showed.”

“No, you told me, and I quote, ‘Corroded Coffin has a gig at The Hideout at 8, and we can put the poster together after we play.”

“Exactly!”

“Exactly what?” It hurts to roll your eyes, but you do it anyway just to emphasize the absurdity of the situation. “That wasn’t an invitation; that was just you telling me what time the show starts.”

“What time it starts,” he says slowly, as though explaining it to a child. “If I just wanted to meet up for the project, I would’ve told you what time it ends.” His eyes narrow. “Do you really think I spent all that time doing research with you just to flake when we got to do the creative part?”

The missing pieces shift into the puzzle. You’d been thrown off when Eddie had failed to show that night; you’d genuinely thought the two of you had forged some kind of friendship during your evenings at the Hawkins Library. But when midnight had rolled around, you’d given up altogether, gathered your notes, and made the poster alone. 

“I…I didn’t know…” you muse, mouth drier than it was before you’d drank water. “I thought you forgot, or didn’t care…” You press a tooth into your bottom lip and gnaw at the chapped skin. “Trust me, I never would’ve ditched the guy I—”

You’d tried to cut yourself off before Eddie catches what you’d inadvertently implied, but it’s too late. “The guy you…” he gently goads. When you don’t answer, he sits on the bed next to you and knocks his knee against yours. “Would it help if I told you that you’re the girl I…” He tilts his head and peers at you through his deep brown eyes.

“Me?!” There’s no way he’s serious; you brace yourself for the ‘gotcha’ or some other punchline he’ll inevitably toss your way.

To your surprise, there is none. “What can I say?” he shrugs. “I’m a total sucker for a goody-two shoes.” He stands up again, crossing his arms over his chest and pacing back and forth in the tiny room. “So, since I’m the guy that you…and you’re the girl that I…can I interest you in some of the finest hangover food this town has to offer?”

“Can I brush my teeth first?” You grimace at the tang of last night’s tequila that sticks to your molars. “Unless you also happen to be into girls with wicked morning breath.”

He chuckles, a true and hearty laugh, and it’s one of the most beautiful sounds you’ve ever heard. “Spare toothbrush is in the top drawer,” he says, pointing towards the bathroom. 

Once minty freshness has replaced stale booze, you wash the remnants of your makeup off of your face. You look a bit better; tired and hungover, but better.

Eddie’s dressed in ripped jeans and a faded concert tee, keys clenched in his palm. “Ready?” he asks, leaning against the bedroom doorway.

“Mhm.” You feel his hand ghost the small of your back as he leads you towards the front door, sending shivers of excitement down your spine.

“Hey, by the way?” 

When you turn around, his lips are on yours. It’s soft and sweet, just a bit more than a peck, but you can tell it took every ounce of courage for him to do it. You both take a small step back, swapping shy grins.  

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

You take his empty hand and lace your fingers with his. “Does Corroded Coffin still play at the Hideout?”

“Every Tuesday at 8.”

“I’ll be there.”

--

[infinite-orangepeel]

okay but let’s consider this:

goody two shoes, always plays by the rules, virgin but insatiably horny—eagle scout!steve harrington who winds up on known drug dealer!eddie munson’s front porch bc he’s been tasked with going door to door to fundraise for the scouts.

steve’s wearing the dorkiest khaki shorts, his too-tight vest covered in badges, and a triple buttoned polo. but, to eddie munson, he looks like something to catch, trap, and fucking destroy.

the perfect opportunity to ruin something pretty which just so happens to be his favorite pastime.

“i’ll give the entirety of my last paycheck to the scouts if you let me fuck you over my coffee table until you cry,” he licks over his canine teeth with primal desire after steve’s given his pre-prepped speech.

“no chance, munson! i’m—waiting for marriage and i’m—i’m definitely not gay,” steve adjusts the collar of his suffocating polo, staunchly offended by the offer, “some people have standards, y’know?”

eddie steps closer, invades his space, and lifts his chin with the tip of a finger. steve gulps, tries his hardest not to whimper under eddie’s knife-edge stare. eyes locked on him like a target.

“alright, fine,” his lips ghost over steve’s ear and he chuckles at how red his cheeks are, “i’ll double the donation and we’ll keep you pure as the day you were born. how’s that for a deal, sweetheart?”

two hours later, steve harrington stumbles out of eddie munson’s trailer.

hair a mess, cum staining his underwear, hickeys covering the back of his neck, and a newfound understanding of what it means to be ‘fucked between the thighs.’

the next week, he shows up again, but this time he doesn’t ask for a donation.

he asks eddie to take his virginity.

[sleepy-wyvern]

Billy Hargrove x Female!Reader (SMUT)

Chapter: 1/? (smut in later chapter) part 2 here

Summary: Billy pursues an uninterested reader trying to gain her adoration. When reader finds her crush kissing someone else that's when she realizes her feelings are towards the wrong guy.

TW/CW: persistent flirting, cigarettes, marijuana, violent threat (not towards reader)

This fic only contains characters that are 18+ and will contain smut, as such 18+ readers only, minors absolutely DNI

For the lovely @strangelysupernatural ! Thanks for challenging me to write a difficult character! It was super fun and I'm sorry part one took so long 😂 go check out her page for her part of the challenge to write for my baby Steve Harrington! And more AMAZING billy & eddie fics sure to make you melt! 🥰

The moment Billy laid eyes on you he had one thing in mind: the need to corrupt your shy, goody two-shoes attitude. The fact that you weren’t interested in him seemed to drive his instinct to chase even more.

You were 18 but unfortunately had to move to a new town known as Hawkins before graduation. It was absolutely the worst time to make friends as cliques had already been long since established and most people were parting ways in a month or so.

Still, you were the shiny new toy amongst the high school so people stared curiously. You ignored them all except one that you couldn’t seem to avoid.

The moment you saw him across the cafeteria your heart leapt in your throat. You looked away but still felt his hungry eyes on your body. You couldn’t help but feel drawn to him, part of you was urging you to go to him like a magnet you fought to ignore.

He had large soft eyes, a curly mullet that seemed to grow on you, a faint hint of facial hair and of course a muscular frame. The man was built like a truck; seemingly out of place amongst the other students.

“Whose that?” You asked, clutching your dull blue cafeteria tray as you sat at the lunch table. 

Your first friend in this foreign world had sat next to you, graciously giving you company and the run down of the place. She had always worn a heavy metal or rock themed outfit, perhaps at first coming off as scary but she was the sweetest person at this wretched place. You were thankful you had been placed at the empty desk next to hers in English class.

“That’s Billy Hargrove,” she answered with a loving sigh. “Don’t waste your time though he’s a fuck boy that only cares about one night stands.”

You look down at your lunch trying to avoid eye contact but you could feel his gaze over you. 

“Thanks Bunny,” you smiled to her genuinely appreciating the warning. 

She tucked a strand of wild brown hair behind her ear as she smiled to you softly before noticing him walking towards you in the corner of her eye. “Uh-oh,” she sighed.

His steps approached and your breath seemed to catch in your throat. You held your hands in front of you nervously as your mind buzzed. He’s definitely not coming this way, right? Even if he was, he wouldn't speak to you because you're sitting with someone right?

When he neared your table your heart stopped as he did.

“Well, well, well. Who do we have here?” His voice seemed to purr as he put his hands on the table “fresh meat?” 

“Leave her alone, Billy, she’s not interested.” Bunny groaned at him with a glare that would’ve scared you had it been directed your way. Her beautiful blue eyes seemed equally terrifying under the cafeteria fluorescent lights.

He wasn't yet deterred as he leaned forward with his fists on the cafeteria table. You could smell a hint of expensive cologne as he loomed over you.

“How about she tell me that herself?” His pink tongue rolled over his chapped lips as he spoke, soft eyes watching you intently with his head tilted. You wondered for a moment how his expression was so soft when the rest of him was covered in sharp edges.

You stood holding your tray with half eaten food “Not interested.”

You make your way to the trash can, throwing the scraps out before returning your tray. When you turned around though, he was still standing there. 

You couldn’t look him in the eyes, gaze caught on his firm chest which didn’t seem like a great alternative choice for your mental resolve.

“Can I help you?” You asked as polite and calm as you could muster. 

“Yeah, actually.” He folded his arms clearly flexing his muscles as he did “How about a date?”

It took all of your willpower to ignore the tone of muscle in his arms.

You squint your eyes at him finding the courage to look up to his face “did you not hear me? I’m not interested.”

You walk past him catching the scent of his cologne once again, this time it seemed to fill your entire body, swirling through your veins like addictive poison. A sweet, delicious toxin.

“We’ll see about that,” he called from behind you and you were glad he couldn’t see your expression. 

“Careful, y/n,” Bunny warned with a sly smile “that’s a spicy one. You get caught in that trap you’ll never get out.”

Thankfully that was the last of his advances for that day. The next day however, you found he was still not deterred. 

He found you once more, this time at the library as you looked for a new book to read. 

“Huh, and she reads?” He asked rolling a cherry red lollipop over his tongue as he leaned against the door frame.

His voice startled you at first but quickly you rolled your eyes “I’m surprised you’re here. You don’t seem like the type.”

“The type to read?” He asked, hovering his lollipop over his lips.

“The type to be literate,” you muttered, “since you clearly ignored what I said yesterday.”

Instead of being offended he chuckled low seeming to enjoy your remark “Feisty. I like it.”

You sighed.

“Listen Billy, I know exactly about boys like you. You dote on girls, say whatever they want to hear to get them to spread their legs for you and then you don’t call them in the morning. I’m not falling for that crap.” You looked at him seriously but his soft brown eyes didn’t change expression as they darted between yours. They were soft and seemed to be filled with almost an innocent adoration you figured to be a ploy.

“Are you listening? Did you even hear a word I said?” You asked. 

He took the lollipop out of his mouth with two fingers “honestly? No. I was too busy looking at how gorgeous you are.”

Despite the flutter of butterflies it awoke inside you you weren’t interested. Guys like him were bad news, good for nothing and definitely not boyfriend material. You weren’t exactly looking for a one night stand either, not with this fuckboy. 

You rolled your eyes turning to leave, feeling his eyes watch your curves as you stride away.

The next part of your plan was to ignore him until he lost interest. It worked well even in the shared class together. You sat towards the front of the class while he sat in the back, leaning against the uncomfortable plastic chair.

Bunny was in that class with you too, and she leaned over to whisper to you while the teacher was occupied. 

“The man is consuming you with his eyes back there, y/n. What did you say to him?” Bunny looked both confused and intrigued. 

You sigh with a slight eye roll, not daring to look back at him “I told him I’m not interested.”

There was one guy you were a little interested in though since moving here. 

Steve Harrington he was known as, or Steve “The Hair” Harrington Bunny called him. Total jock as well, which wasn't exactly your type but the man was gorgeous and sweet like golden honey.

When he actually paid attention to you it was a surreal feeling. How could a guy like that have any interest in someone like me?

You were hooked since the day he introduced himself to you and since then you looked forward to every chance you got to see him.

“Hey I was thinking,” Steve asked, his hazel eyes glowing as he leaned against the brick wall of the school. You were outside with the sun beaming down giving him an almost angelic appearance. “I was going to have a party at my place since my parents are gone anyways. You wanna come? You could take Bunny and her boyfriend, Eddie was it?”

“Yeah,” although it wasn’t Eddie’s scene you knew Bunny would likely drag him along if she was interested. You run your lips together before smiling “I’d like that.”

“Steve Harrington!” The loud voice booms and you close your eyes keeping back a groan.

God damnit Billy Hargrove I swear if you mess this up for me. 

Steve turned his head to look at Billy, body tensing “yeah it’s me. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“King Steve! I’ve heard so much about you,” Billy smiled but his tone was anything but friendly as he slapped his arm against Steve’s back. 

You roll your eyes “take it to the locker room why don’t you and leave me the hell alone Billy.”

“Is it that bad to just want to talk?” He asked innocently. 

“You heard the girl,” Steve said with a glare that could kill a man.

You looked at Steve and sighed “you go on, I’ll call you later.”

Steve glared at Billy as he walked by “call me when you get back to your house.” It was a sweet gesture but you knew it was a threat to Billy that he ignored.

“Y/n,” his silky voice spoke, making you groan when Steve was out of earshot “have you been avoiding me?”

“Awww look he’s smart, putting two and two together finally?” You turned to him clearly not interested in his bullshit. 

He smiled wildly when you noticed he held a cigarette between his lips “oh but it’s hard to forget about you, the absence of beauty is heavy on my heart.”

“Listen,” you turn to him and he raises his eyebrows surprised. “I know you think you’re hot shit or whatever but not every girl likes you and you’re just going to have to accept it. I'm not playing hard to get, I’m just not interested and I want you to leave me alone.”

He put his hands up defensively “alright, you’re right, I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone.”

From the treatment of guys past you were genuinely surprised at how easily he had accepted your words. He actually did seem sorry and he took his vow seriously. The next few days you hadn’t heard from him at all. 

Instead you enjoyed your uninterrupted time after classes talking to Steve. You hated to admit it but you had a crush.

As you were leaving class on Thursday, you walked down the hall when a sight made your heart drop to your stomach. Steve was up against Nancy's locker with his lips pressed into hers. His ex you knew, as Bunny had filled you in.

Angry tears burned in your eyes as you walked past. Was it that you had misinterpreted his advances and he just wanted to be friends? You cursed at yourself for letting your guard down, brushing the back of your hand against your cheeks to wipe away the tears

As you stuff your books into your locker you grab your bag, throwing it over your shoulder. When you shut your locker you look down the hall seeing them locked in an embrace again. You thought you did your best to hide your reaction but as you glance further down the line of lockers you notice Billy looking at you, eyes melting from interest to concern. 

You blink back any anger or upset feelings brewing inside you, turning and walking quickly down the hall. 

“Hey, y/n,” Billy called out as you pushed past the crowd headed the opposite direction.

“Y/n!” He shouted. 

You reached for the metal handle on the side door, pulling it back but his strong hand slammed it shut again. 

“Listen,” Billy said and you turned to look at him. 

“What do you want, Billy? I’m really not in the fucking mood,” your eyes flashed anger at him. 

“It’s not fair that he did that to you,” he ran his fingers through his curls “in fact if you hadn’t ran off I probably would’ve punched him then and there.”

You let out a scoff you didn’t mean to, you didn’t want to admit it but his words did make you feel better. 

“And about the other day, you’re right. I need to give you space and I was a douche bag to you for not respecting that.” He paused looking outside for a moment before back at you. “I was planning on leaving you alone without saying anything but then I saw that in the hall and-“

Your sudden strange reaction caught him off guard mid-sentence as he stopped speaking. You look over your shoulder and up the school stairwell ensuring no one was watching.

“What?” He asked and as you watched his pink lips move you knew what you needed to do; to test something.

You pushed him against the old school wall with your hand to his chest. Wrapping your arms around his neck you stood on your tiptoes, losing your fingers in his hair as you pulled him down into a kiss. 

As the shock wore off he took over, pulling you close to him by your waist. His soft tongue brushed against your lips requesting an entrance as you parted them for him. His taste was addicting as it swirled a tinge of sweet tobacco. His hands explored his way ever so slightly beneath the fabric of your top.

“Hey!” A teacher yelled as your body jolted in shock, pulling away from him “save it for off school property please.”

Bright red painted your cheeks but the teacher just sounded annoyed. 

“Sure thing Ms. O'Donnell,” Billy’s lips were curved in a smirk as he ran his tongue over his lips. 

You rolled your eyes pushing open the side door and stepping out into the cool air. You could hear his footsteps trailing behind you as you walked but you didn’t turn around. 

“Would you stop running from me, please?” He seemed to growl low in his throat as you turned to look at him. “I think we should talk,” words you didn’t expect him to say.

You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before turning to look at him. He stood behind you, hands in his pockets and you weren’t sure if you trusted the compassionate look in his eyes. 

“What, Billy?” You sighed looking around “Look, I’ve heard the stories about you. It’s not exactly a secret that you have one night stands with whatever pretty little thing you lay your eyes on. Frankly, I’m not interested.”

“I was like that. You’re right. And normally I’d be down for that kind of thing. Since I met you though, you’re different.” He hesitated looking into the distance “ever since I saw you in that cafeteria I can’t stop thinking about you. Every day, every night. You’re always on my mind.”

The cool breeze seemed to suck the air out of your lungs as your lips parted in a gasp.

Part 2

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-Wyv

[foreverindreamlandd]

LOL OKAY this is just the first thing i thought of so no pressure if you don't like it but. we all know steve is the babysitter. but what about steve x actual babysitter!reader. like she's hired across hawkins for her sweetness/good reputation/skills with kids and maybe steve judges her at first for being a goody two shoes but she's actually cool. IDK HAHA UP TO YOU 💕

Babysitters Club

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

WC: 2.6k

A/n: Shut the FRONT DOOR this was the perfect prompt!!! Okay okay let's see what y'all think but holy crap thank you so much for this Rodrik <3 This is my first time writing for Steve and I'm surprisingly nervous but I love this boy so much and hope you enjoy :) Story takes place during episode 6 of season 4.

Warnings: Canon level violence, monsters, cursing Steve being the confused but protective mother figure we all know and love.

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Steve was pretty sure he was on the verge of a panic attack.

It seemed to always happen when the gang was all together.

Because when the gang was all together, it meant that there was a monster they had to take down.

He kept his hands placed firmly on his hips to prevent them from shaking as Dustin went on his tangent about his compass not working and the magnetic frequencies, saying something about there being yet another gate to the Upside Down.

Hadn’t they already closed all of them? How the hell could there be more?

Sometimes he really hated living in Hawkins. Though he was grateful for the friends he had made over the past few years who had helped him realize he could be more than some popular jock, he sometimes longed for a day when Skull Rock was just a hookup spot and not the rendezvous location to discuss how to take down a monster who was taking out teenagers left and right.

“I think…you’re asking me to go into Mordor,” Eddie said pensively, and Steve’s brows furrowed, anxiety replaced with confusion.

What the hell is a Mordor?

“Dustin!” a voice called out from behind and everyone whipped their heads around, Dustin letting out a small screech in fear. “Dustin? Where the hell are you!”

Wait, Steve knew that voice…

“Holy shit, Y/n?” Dustin exclaimed as you came into view.

You stood atop a fallen tree trunk, hands moving to your hips same as Steve’s, glaring at Dustin.

Steve stared at you, mouth open as if trying to form words. What the hell was the beloved Hawkins babysitter doing-

“What the hell are you doing here?” Dustin asked, taking the question from Steve’s mind. 

“Yooo, Y/n!” Eddie shouted with a smile, running over to pull you into a tight bear hug. Wait, miss princess was friends with alleged cult leader Eddie Munson? What the hell was happening. Your hands moved from your hips to hug him back, and though you smiled back, Steve noticed that you were still a bit annoyed. “Man am I glad to see you.”

It was so strange seeing you with such a serious expression on your face. He had only ever seen you with this goodie two-shoes smile whenever you passed him in the hallway, one that made it seem like you couldn’t hurt a fly.

This look? The one you gave Dustin when Eddie pulled away? Steve had to fight the urge to take a step back from the threat that wasn’t even directed towards him.

“Do you have any idea how worried your mom is?” you went on, looking at Lucas, whose eyes went to the ground in shame. “Your mom, too, Sinclair! There’s been three attacks and you all just think it’s okay to be out and about without letting anyone know where you are?”

“How did you even find us?” Lucas asked.

You pulled out a walkie that matched theirs. “I’ve been on your frequency for hours. I finally heard correspondence between you and Eddie to meet you at Skull Rock and headed straight over.”

“Okay, wait a minute,” Steve cut in, hands in the air to dramatically stop all conversation. He looked at Dustin with a hurt expression. “How come she has a walkie and I don’t?”

Dustin just shrugged. “It was part of the agreement.”

You cut in, looking over at Steve. “Unsupervised trick-or-treating, trips to the mall, sneaking into R-rated movies through the back door of the ice cream shop-”

“You knew about that?” Steve asked, wide eyed.

You shrugged, giving him a knowing grin and he found himself totally captivated by the expression.

“I know everything, Steve Harrington. Anyways,” you turned your attention to the device. “They boys and I agreed that as long as they checked in, we could keep their solo trips a little secret. They get to have their fun, and I get paid to do nothing. But y’all broke the pact today and I had to snoop.”

Dustin sagged, shame painted across his features. “Sorry, Y/n.”

You walked over and rested a hand on his shoulder. “It’s fine, Henderson. Just let me take you, Sinclair, and Max home so that your parents can stop harassing me about where you are.”

He shook his head vehemently. “We can’t leave. We have to follow the compass!”

“We’re going to Mordor,” Eddie cut in, and you turned to him, confused.

Okay, good, Steve though. I’m not the only one who doesn’t understand that reference-

“I’m supposed to protect these kids, Ed, and you want me to take them into Mordor?”

…God dammit.

“Listen, Y/n/n,” Robin cut in. “This thing? Killing Hawkins students? It’s big. And it’s bad. The adults have no idea what the hell is going on.”

You smirked. “When do they ever?”

“You could come with us,” Lucas offered. “It's really dangerous, though.”

Your arms crossed in front of you, one brow raised as if you were intrigued. 

“So you’re saying that whatever you’re doing might kill you?” The kids shrugged and you shook your head. “Is this something that I can talk you out of?” Their heads bobbed side to side and this time you nodded, uncrossing your arms and jumping off of the trunk onto the ground. “Alright, then. I’m in. Someone’s gotta keep you safe.”

Steve scoffed. “Hold on, hold on, hold on,” you looked over at him, expression slightly amused at his confusion. “You’re just going to let her join the gang? Like that?”

Dustin and Lucas exchanged glances. “She could actually be a huge help.”

You cocked your head to the side with a smug smile at Steve that caused a whole mess of emotions to weave together in his brain. 

“Listen, Y/n,” he said, shaking his head, walking up to you. “We appreciate the sentiment and all, but I think this is a bit above babysitter pay grade. Besides, I’m the one around here that keeps the kids safe.”

Your eyes narrowed. “Is that a challenge, Harrington?”

“No,” he said, “It’s a get out of jail card. So that you can go home and not have to worry about this.”

You chuckled. “Listen, buddy, these are my kids, and my responsibility. You think I’m going to ruin my reputation and hourly rate by not making sure I get them home safe and sound? No way. I’m coming.”

“You should listen to her, Steve,” Dustin said as he approached the two of you, patting Steve on the back. “Y/n doesn’t take no for an answer. Besides, we’re wasting time arguing.” He lifted his compass and started moving. “Fill her in as we go!” he yelled to the group.

Steve watched Dustin walk away for a moment before returning his focus on your piercing stare, suddenly lost in the way they sparkled under a ray of sunlight peeking through the trees.

That moment was ruined as soon as your smug expression somehow turned even more smug.

“Let’s get going then, Harrington,” you said before turning on your heel and heading toward Nancy and Robin. Robin wrapped an arm around yours and leaned her head on your shoulder and he heard her sigh out a boy am I glad to see you.

Steve was stuck to his spot for a moment, still trying to understand what the fuck just happened. He turned when he noticed Eddie standing by his side, a look of admiration on his face.

“Who the hell is this girl? Isn’t she just a babysitter?” Steve asked.

Eddie giggled, shaking his head. “No way man. Y/n is the most badass chick to ever exist. You should see her when she plays DnD. Total savage.”

Steve had no concept of reality anymore.

~~~~~

It was nightfall by the time you all reached Lover’s Lake.

Eddie’s face had gone paler than the moon shining above when he explained that this was where Patrick was killed, pointing out to the water.

“We gotta go out there,” you said, moving toward the closest boat. “Right where it happened, I imagine.”

“Okay now hold on,” Steve chided, blocking your path to the water with crossed arms. “Why don’t you stay on shore and take care of the kids? Since you claim you’re so good at it and everything.”

You smirked. “Have you ever considered taking up babysitting, Harrington? You’ve definitely nailed the protective mom vibe.”

He glared at you, biting the inside of his cheek to fight back a smile from breaking through his annoyed facade.

“I may not have any idea what is happening with Vecna or the Upside Down or whatever,” you went on, way too casually considering the circumstances, “But I did work as a camp counselor for three summers in a row, meaning I know how to navigate a water vessel and am CPR-certified, have lifeguard experience, I’m also a karate instructor-”

“Okay, well I was a lifeguard and am CPR-certified, too! And I’ve fought shit like this before!” He was stuck on the karate instructor part, though.

“Great! So maybe having two people who know what they’re doing in the water while we find a gate to Hell is a good thing?”

He couldn’t argue with that. Just simply deflated as he moved to help you push the small boat into the lake. Robin and Nancy hopped on while Eddie stayed with the kids.

You turned and pointed at them once you stepped into the boat. “If things go south, you run, okay? I got my walkie so go find a home base and we’ll catch up with you.”

Four heads nodded and you took a seat, moving to grab the paddles but Steve quickly took them first and started rowing.

You rolled your eyes.

A few minutes later, Nancy told Steve to stop. You all stood as you flashed the light over the compass, which was now spinning in circles.

“We’ve reached our destination,” you murmured, and Steve swore he finally heard a hint of fear in your voice.

He looked over the edge, pulling off his shirt.

“I’ll go check it out and let you know if I find something,” he said, grabbing a light.

“I’ll come with you,” you offered, moving to take off your jacket.

Steve turned to start what felt like his hundredth argument today, but paused as soon as he saw your face. Gone was any trace of annoyance or smugness. All he saw was concern, eyes wide and pleading. Like you didn’t want him to do this alone.

His gaze softened, and he gently touched your arm. “I’ll be okay. Your job is to keep the kids safe, right? You can’t do that while also swimming to the bottom of the lake.”

You bit your bottom lip. “But who’s going to keep you safe?”

Something in his heart bloomed and he gave you a small smile. “Okay, we’ll make a deal like you did with the boys, alright? If I’m not back in sixty seconds, you can come save me.”

You breathed out a small laugh. “Promise?”

He nodded. “Promise.”

With that, you took a step back, holding up your wrist to show him your watch. “Sixty seconds, Harrington.”

His brows jumped up and down as his grin turned cocky. “Better get moving, then.”

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It was the longest sixty-three seconds of your life.

As soon as your watch hit :50, you started pulling off your jacket, not wanting to waste any time.

When it hit a minute, you stood at the edge of the boat where Steve had just stood, looking over to the shore quickly to check on the kids one last time before you prepared to jump.

At 1:03, he emerged with a gasp, and you quickly crouched down to check if he was okay.

His arms wrapped over the boat, a big smile on his face that immediately calmed all of your anxieties.

“I found it,” he said, looking at you with pride.

You beamed, palm moving to his muscular forearm. “Good work, Harrington. Now can you please get back in here before you get hypothermia?” Your hand moved to extend toward his to help him up.

He chuckled, hand locking into yours as if it fit perfectly. “And you say I’ve nailed the protective mom vib-”

That was all he could get out before his head was ripped below the surface.

Whatever had him was so strong you nearly lost your grip on his hand, but you held on tight as your body collided with the edge of the boat, arm feeling like it was going to be ripped out of its socket.

“STEVE!” you shouted, trying desperately to pull him back up, but it was no use. You turned to Robin and Nancy. “Help me!”

They were by your side in seconds.

“Grab his arm!” you commanded, and when you felt their hands securely around his arm and wrist, you slowly let go. Luckily, it seemed like Steve hadn’t been pulled down further….yet.

“I’m going after him,” you said, scanning the boat for your flashlight. One in your hand, the light flashed over a hatchet in the corner and you grabbed it. “Hold onto him tight.” You didn’t wait to see them nod before jumping into the cold water. 

You pointed the light at Steve’s terrified expression, his body trashing. His eyes met yours briefly before he looked down at his leg.

At the thick, alien looking tentacle wrapped around it.

You didn’t stop to think as you swam forward, moving the flashlight between your legs and holding onto Steve’s calf for support.

Then, with every ounce of strength, you swung.

The water lessened the level of impact your hatchet made against the tentacle, but when you pulled the weapon back you saw that you had made a decent cut into whatever monster this was.

Said monster let out a screech that you knew would haunt your nightmares for years to come.

Still, you kept going, bubbles erupting out of your mouth as you screamed with your second swing, pushing with all of your might with the hatchet.

Like an elastic, the tentacle broke apart with a snap and recoiled down to the surface.

Without hesitating, you moved the flashlight and hatchet under your left arm, then used your remaining strength to push Steve up by the feet to the surface. Your head was growing fuzzy from the lack of air, but you kept pushing until he was out of the water.

Seconds later, you were falling into the boat, the two of you sputtering and gasping for air.

You sat up quickly, eyes locking onto his. 

“Are you okay?” you asked, wiping the hair out of his eyes.

He coughed a few times before nodding. Robin and Nancy worked on unwrapping the remaining tentacle from his leg and he hissed with pain.

You grabbed his hand and squeezed. “You’re alright, Steve. You’re safe now.”

Your brows furrowed when he started shaking his head, still trying to catch his breath.

Then, he started giggling, and your brows nearly melded together in confusion.

“I cannot believe you just jumped into monster-infested waters and hacked at an alien tentacle as if you’ve done this a million times before.”

Your face relaxed, and suddenly you found yourself laughing along with him at the ridiculousness of it all, hand still in his.

“What can I say, Steve?” you said once your laughter subsided. “I’m a really good babysitter.”

~~~~

Part 2

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[lovebugism]

for the blurb sleepover thing, i am asking for a crumb of stancy x reader smut 🥺

✶ ┄ LAY ALL YOUR LOVE ON ME !

summary: your lives weren't supposed to turn out like this. but you're so very glad that they did. pairing: steve harrington / f!reader / nancy wheeler word count: 3.2k warnings: threesome, ffm, oral (f!receiving) smut 18+ mdni a/n: you asked for a crumb and in return a bring you a little over three thousand words and some of my favorite smut i've ever written <3 thanks for request anon!

( BLURB SLEEPOVER ) | ( MASTERLIST )

Nancy thought her entire life had been planned out before she was ever born. That her fate was doomed from the beginning and she was destined to end up like her mother — her mother’s mother, her mother’s mother’s mother. 

It was too easy to picture a life with white picket fences and too big houses and ten-carat diamonds that didn’t mean shit.

It’s all just a shit show of wealth. None of it’s love. None of it’s real.

And even though she can see it all right in front of her, so tangible she can almost touch it, it doesn’t mean she wants to. Or that she’s ever wanted to. And rather than stare at herself in the mirror and see a life she’s been cursed with, she stares directly at the sun and decides to date the weirdo of Hawkins when she turns sixteen.

Jonathan Byers was rugged and strange and not all there sometimes, but he was kind. And he loved her. More than anything, though, he was a distraction from the plain vanilla lifestyle of the cul de sac. He showed her that there was more to life than pearls and pretty dresses and country-club-coded boyfriends.

For the first time, she saw herself as someone else. Not the goody-two-shoes, straight-A student from the wealthy part of town, but a person who could be so much more than all that. And, for a long time, she thought her happiest moments were spent with the freak from the wrong side of the tracks. They were. Until they… weren’t.

Nancy turns twenty and something shifts. She comes to the sudden realization that she was only happy because she felt like she was rebelling against some great, big, imaginary thing and it pummels her in the face with a closed fist.

She thought they loved each other in spite of how different they were, but the entire time it was because of how different they were. It was something short of a fetish, an acute fascination in each other, because both of them understood that they weren’t supposed to be dating a person on the farthest side of the social spectrum. 

Jonathan was never supposed to end up with a pretty girl who grew up in a pretty house with prettier money. Nancy wasn’t meant to settle down with a guy from the bad part of town who worked two jobs to stay afloat and had no real aspirations in life because he was never really able to do anything in the first place. 

But he did. She did. And it worked. 

Then the dust settled and the fog cleared, and she realized none of that was real either.

Feelings were misplaced. Obsession ebbed to neutrality. Dumb teenagers grew up.

It all faded until the only thing left was a couple of kids who spent so much of their life running in the opposite direction because it felt good to rebel. When there was no authority to raise their middle finger to, there was no love left to give. There was no love at all. A mutual adoration for one another wasn’t enough to keep each other afloat.

And rather than drown in spite of it all, they swim even though it hurts. 

Jonathan ends up on the opposite side of the country, still awkward and trying to take shape on the west coast. He keeps reveling in his boyhood with weed and arcades and pretty girls. Nancy stays close to home and tries like hell to grow up. She goes to college and moves out of the suburbs to a string of half-rundown apartments on the far side of town.

Not because it felt good to do the opposite of what her mom had done. 

Not because there were a couple of odds she felt the need to defy. 

But because it was what she wanted to do. 

For the first time in her life, she wasn’t doing something for someone else, and she started to slowly blossom, like a wilting plant that just needed a little extra love.

She gets a lot of that these days, more love than she thought she could ever be deserving of. Because now she has Steve. She has you. And if he’s the rippling waves in the tides of her heart, you’re the moon that guides them.

You keep her steady when shit gets rocky, when she starts to get scared that she’s falling back into old ways. When she’s scared of how much she loves Steve because he’s the carbon copy of the man everyone’s expected her to love and when she’s feeling bad for what she did to Jonathan and it’s got her all scared of herself.

She’s got you to keep her anchored. You tell her that she’s not her past. That she’s still growing all the time and that she’s blossomed into something so beautiful that you’re grateful you get to see it firsthand. “You’re your own person, Nance,” you remind her. “You love us. We love you. So… Fuck everything else.”

Nancy trusts you and she's not exactly sure if she’s ever trusted anyone before. She’s only ever given pieces of herself away before now, but it’s different with you. You look at her in a way that makes her feel naked, like you can see all of her without really trying, and it feels good to have someone who knows her without her having to say very much.

You sit cross-legged on her bed, absentmindedly nodding your head to the music playing from her small television across the room — a static, technicolored picture that croons “hot dog, jumping frog, Albuquerque.” 

She smiles at you from across the checkerboard that sits between you. You’re so cute, she doesn’t even care that you’ve taken two of her red pieces in one go.

She lets you talk about everything you’ve got on your chest and right now, it’s Eddie Munson — an ex of your’s you saw on a coffee run earlier that morning. You tell her how much you’d loved him when you were a teenager, how you wanted to get married and follow him across the world when he made it big with his band. 

But he hasn’t yet made it out of Indiana and you’ve settled down with somebody else. Somebodies.

“I remember him,” Nancy lilts with a soft smile, ocean blue eyes concentrated on the board as she calculates her next move. “He was… interesting.”

“He was a total freak, but he was the nicest guy I’d ever met. He was, like, super into rock music and the color black and creepy shit — everything super metal, you know? But he was also really sweet… Like sunshine, kinda. Like Steve,” you reminisce distantly.

“Of course, we picked the nicest one, huh?” she teases you, herself. “Steve is like… good.” 

“Like prom king wrapped up in sunshine,” you nod.

“Great bod, too.”

“And stupid handsome… Stamina like a super soldier or somethin’.”

Nancy breathes out a laugh, a sad scoff. 

Steve’s been busy with work these days. Trying to make it big at his mom’s real estate firm has been taking up most of his time. She’s glad she’s got you to keep her company, to hold her and to hold you when the days are cold and the nights are colder. But she’s noticed the lack of his presence, both of you have. 

He left and pieces of the two of you went with him.

“I miss him,” she admits softly.

“Me too…”

She bites the inside of her cheek when a smile threatens to tug at her mouth. Her lashes touch the bottoms of her bushy brows as her eyes flit to yours, scrunching her nose as she jokes: “We probably shouldn’t tell him, though.”

“Of course not,” you scoff playfully. “Don’t want him to get too cocky.”

As much shit as you both of you like to talk about Steve, behind his back and to his face, all in the name of good fun — you love when he’s cocky. When he’s inside you, fucking up into you with all the strength of a madman, he’s King Steve all over again. Because he’s got something to prove. 

With his cock nestled deep inside of Nancy and his tongue shoved inside of you, the only thing he wants to do is make the two of you feel good. And he does. Catastrophically so. When he’s brought both of you to mind-numbing climaxes full of wild moans and shaking limbs, you feel him smirk against your skin while he presses wet kisses to your trembling thighs.

It makes him proud of himself, all smug and boastful. And you and Nancy let him have his fun. You figure that he deserves it after making you feel such an unearthly sort of pleasure.

Out of the two of you, Nancy’s orgasms are most violent. They always have been to a certain extent, but more so with you and Steve. It starts as a low ripple in her lower belly that pops into a full boil. Her muscle tense something fierce, she twists herself into knots and rides her pleasure like a bucking bull on Steve’s cock or your face. 

They feel a bit like riptides. They pull her under and drown her, force her to ride each rough wave through rough wave. She digs her manicured nails into Steve’s freckled back or your sweat-slicked shoulders or her own pale thighs while the both of you dismantle her piece by little piece.

You’re more like the wings of a butterfly. Built from the same cloth as her, you still have a simmering anxiety beneath your skin, scared of ever enjoying a good thing, lest it gets ripped away. Rather than fight it like Nancy, you embrace it head on. You let it run over you like hot water, revel in the way it prickles your skin, and then thank them for making you feel so good. 

You never had to, though. Thank them. They made you feel good because they liked it just as much as you did, but you felt the need to express your gratitude for it anyway. Just grateful for them and the moment and all the ways you get to share yourself with them.

Steve makes Nancy come with his tongue nestled inside her pulsating cunt and giant hands palming her ass. You kneel just beside him, pressing kisses to the outsides of her thigh, as you pull the hood of her clit taut with your free hand for him. The boy suckles at her swollen button and she cries through it all, hips bucking like she’s trying to run away from how good it feels. 

You stay soft; kiss up her thigh and her belly, her tits and neck and jaw. Too innocent for all the filth around you.

She makes you feel good next, even though her legs still feel a bit like jelly. The two of you lie on your sides on the pillows, facing one another, kissing each other breathless. You’ve got one hand beneath Nancy’s head and the other folded behind you, entwined in the strands of Steve’s wild hair. He lays behind you, slicked body pressed intently against your own, while he sprinkles wet kisses to every part of you he can reach.

Nancy touches your pussy with methodical grazes. She runs her pointer finger through the hot slick gathering between your lips and Steve holds you open for her as she dips a finger into the fluttering hole of your opening, adding another right along with it.

“Nance,” you moan sweetly, light as air. Your hips rock slowly against her hand, not nearly as rough as her’s had against Steve’s face. You’re much softer than her. More patient. Your clit presses against her smooth palm and you shiver between the two of them “Shit. Right there.” 

The girl revels in your sweet pleas and how your warm walls pulsate around her fingers — the wings of a butterfly indeed. You change color in front of her, from a blotchy red thing to a bright burst of rainbows. You let Steve hold you when you come, let him pet you while the aftershocks of your orgasm make you shake.

Nancy brings her come-soaked fingers to her mouth and admires the taste of you and the way you look pressed against him. You, made of vivid and sparkling colors, and Steve, made of gold and velvet and expensive silk.

Truth be told, she likes to watch the two of you fuck the most.

There’s something about seeing Steve on top of you — tanned skinned and fuzzy chest and tremendous strength. His broad shoulders and slick back tense and ripple while he fucks you in brutal, powerful, diligent strokes.

You’re far more delicate in comparison. 

Your moans are light, touches lighter, as you let him fuck you so ruthlessly. Even spread open like this, wet pussy on display for the both of them, you still manage to look so sweet, so innocent.

“Can you lift your hips for me, sweetheart?” he coos, your thigh gripped in one hand while he puts a pillow beneath you with the other. And you, obedient you, abide him. He slips the cushion under you and hits new depths within your fluttering pussy. “Aw, fuck yeah, baby— that’s my girl.”

Nancy’s lying right next to you, on her back, with her fingertips swirling around her clit. Her heavy, glazed-over eyes flit between your fucked out face, Steve’s scrunched features, and where his glistening cock pierces you over and over and over again. 

“Grab the headboard, baby,” he tells you, not the most wholehearted of his otherwise glaring demands, but more so advice — the number of times he’s driven his hips too hard against you and all but smacked you into the headboard is uncountable at this point. He punctuates his order with the hearty smack of your ass. The palm of his hand collides with your rounded, slick skin and you keen. 

You heed his advice as he hooks your knee up and around his waist. He bends over you to sink his tongue into your obedient mouth. Nancy does the same with her fingers, pushing her fingers inside of her gaping cunt, curling them within her like she imagines Steve’s doing inside your mouth just now.

He eases his cock out of you — inch by thick, soaking wet inc — before plunging right back into you. His hips clap against your own and you squeal inside his mouth, grasping the wooden headboard with enough force to crack the damn thing.

Nancy’s bedsprings creak with every one of his barbaric thrusts. It’s almost as pornographic as the wet sounds between your legs, the wet clicks of his cock pounding so aggressively into you. 

Each snap of his hips drives you further and further up the bed and you try to match them, hips bucking against his own in attempts to bring him further into you, to swallow every inch of him.

Nancy does the same with her fingers, imagining it’s your hand or Steve’s cock, as she fucks herself with her eyes locked on where his dick disappears inside of you.

C’mon, Steve, fuck all the way into her, she scolds him silently. Hit the furthest part of her. Make her fucking scream—

“C’mon, Nance,” Steve mutters suddenly, gaze heavy and full of fire when he looks over at her. He plants his knees and picks up the pace, fucking you like a fucking maniac. “Make her come.”

He might as well be superman the way he pistons in and out of you, with both speed and diligence that manages not to feel too fast or too mindless. Sometimes you think he is — superman. It feels like he is sometimes. Whether he’s fucking you within an inch of your life or saving you from a spider in the bathroom.

Nancy smiles lazily over at him, happily removing her soaked fingers from her pussy and putting them on yours. 

“Yes, sir,” she answers playfully, having no idea what it does to him. Or maybe she does. Maybe that’s exactly why she said it, to laugh softly to herself when it makes his hips stutter.

The girl slithers closer to you, pressing her naked body flush against the side of yours. She kisses the sweat off of your jaw while her fingers settle beside the place where Steve drills into you. He punches into your pussy again and again and again and she circles your clit with the pads of her fingers with a similar mercilessness.

“Feels good, huh?” she asks you, lips like silk against your cheek.

“Yes,” you answer in a moan before a whine climbs through your tightening through. “’S so good, Nance. So fucking good.”

Steve tosses his head back when his own moans escape the depths of his chest. “Fuck,” he drawls, revealing the chiseled columns of his neck and the sweat dripping down his hairy chest. “You’re so perfect, baby. Both of you. So fucking good for me.”

Nancy smiles to herself, spreading her middle and pointer finger around the puffy lips of your cunt and Steve’s cock, before bringing them up again to pinch your sensitive clit.

You cry. You arch. You writhe.

“Fuck,” you sob, one hand clutching Nancy’s wrist and the other gripping Steve’s tensed bicep as you come something fierce.

Nancy can only imagine the way you convulse around him, choke the absolute shit out of his cock with your tightening walls, because Steve’s done for after that. His rhythm stutters all at once and he whines a low and pathetic whine, going rigid as he presses his hips against yours. 

He spills all of himself into your pulsating cunt with a drawled out and nearly feral grunt.

He collapses into your arms and you accept him wholeheartedly, letting him hold you as your hands wrap around his sweat-slicked back. Nancy shows no such patience as she pokes him in the ribs to urge him off of you.

“Move,” she orders suddenly. “Move—”

“Alright,” Steve chuckles at her urgency. He’s not too happy to leave the warmth of you, but he’s in no place to deny Nancy. His hand skates down his torso to cup his softening dick when he pulls out of you, falling onto his side next to you. “Jeez.”

Nancy slithers between your legs. She cups her slender fingers just under your thighs and forces your knees back, spreading you and putting you on display all over again. Your cunt is still gaping from Steve’s cock, still sensitive, still hungry.

You’re far too exhausted to say anything. You just flash her a curious look with pinched brows as you stare down at her through a heaving chest. But Steve gets the hint without a word. He holds his weight on his forearm and uses his free hand to help Nancy, pulling one leg up to spread you further for her, for him.

“Just wanna taste you,” she lilts with a too innocent smile, using one hand to reach between your legs and gathering the honey that drips from your opening — a glistening mixture of your and Steve’s climax. “Wanna taste both of you.”

[rosewaterandivy]

it’d be cooler if you did

Summary: ‘86 is gonna be his year, by hook or by crook, Eddie’s walking the stage at graduation and getting that damned diploma. he just needs to focus, but then he took one look at you and— well, you can see for yourself.

Warnings: eddie’s senior year 2.0, no Upside Down, scary smart reader, goody two shoes nancy wheeler, and space cadet robin buckley; special appearances by lothario steve harrington, the party, and others; slow burn(?), head-over-heels eddie, oblivious reader, name dropping novels and authors, eventual smut (idk bro)

W.C.: on-going

somewhere hiding underneath

kicking off covers while you sleep

you feel alive

- one more weekend, the academy is…

series:

ernest frank only has lovely things to say about you

stop making plans / start making sense

the verbal thing comes and goes

[violetpixiedust]

part 02 of this angsty piece. thank u sm for the support on the last part, i love u all. there will be one more part after this. steve harrington x sinclair!reader. no descriptions of hair, skin tone, or body type. up to interpretation. tw: slut shaming, public bullying, mean!steve.

part 01

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one day earlier

your nimble fingertips brush against the soft, polyester material of your little black dress, hugging each curve and ridge of your body up until the bottom of your bum. translucent nylons lick up the length of your legs, disappearing into a pair of onyx leather boots that cut off just beneath your knees. a wave of heat washes over your delicate face as you admire your reflection in the floor length mirror of your bedroom, the top row of your pearly teeth indenting against the plush flesh of your bottom lip.

you looked.. sultry.

huh, robin had been right.

the two of you had been finishing up the last bits of your partnered english essay on ‘the catcher in the rye’ the night before, when robin, in her nature, became distracted and started languidly recounting an outfit debbie harry had worn on tour in the ‘70s. the cerulean eyed girl had pulled the cosmopolitan magazine out of her backpack, laying stomach down beside you on the bed as you both stared at the hydrogen peroxide blonde rockstar in front of you. you shyly admitted that you had always wanted to dress like that just once.

it was no secret to the students at hawkins high that you were a sweetheart, a goody two-shoes. you would usually dress in gingham, floral, and lacy babydoll dresses in the summer, or bulky turtlenecks with short skirts and stockings in the wintertime. it’s what drew steve to you originally. your shy smile and innocent doe eyes, waving to him past his car windshield as your silky skin soaked up the summer sunlight, on your way to the flower shop across from the hawkins theatre, sat on top of your two speed yellow bicycle. it threw him for a loop. how much you had bloomed the summer before your junior year. however, your beauty was surprisingly paired with a quick wit and an unmatched sense of creativity. lucas and erica had clearly picked it up from somewhere.

so, after doing some recon on an old, black turtleneck dress that you had worn to a distant family member’s funeral years ago, robin and yourself had successfully designed a little black dress that perfectly melded debbie harry and pat cleveland into one.

you had to be discreet though. your mother, despite being the feminist powerhouse that she was, did not want to have to leave work to give you a change of clothes on the off chance that you were dress coded, which granted- had only happened once. however, despite kindly giving you the snide choice of a sheer cover up to wear when she arrived to that singular meeting, your mother had grilled the geriatric worm that was principal higgens into the scuffed tile of his office floor. at his audacity for making her leave her government job in the middle of the day- all because her fifteen year old daughter, she emphasized for the misogynistic, and terrified, man in front of her, was rightfully showing her shoulders in may.

so safe to say, the spineless principal did not want a repeat of that situation, so while your fashion choices hadn’t changed much, a lot less was said about it.

your mother was dressed in a red plaid pantsuit early that next morning before her shift at city hall, hair big and proud, in the middle of making a cup of coffee before she caught sight of you entering the kitchen. “wow, look at that paint and hair, pretty girl. how gorgeous.” a wave of appreciative embarrassment crept between the hems of your woollen overcoat as the elder woman kissed the crown of your head, smiling shyly as you gratefully accepted a cup of black tea from her manicured hands.

“so, is steve picking you up-?” your mother was cut off when the back door parallel to you two practically flew open, robin’s cheeks flushed with cherry red from the winter air as she dug into her backpack, not noticing your mother or her metal thermos of presumably coffee clanging onto the kitchen tile when it free fell from her bag. finally, your friend victoriously pulled out a half squished piece of banana bread wrapped in cellophane.

“aha! there you are. what’s up this morning-?” robin froze as she caught sight of your mother smirking from her place in front of the coffee machine, watching as the pale girl practically scrambled to pick her thermos up off the floor to avoid causing a bigger mess.

“good morning, robin.” your mother smirked from behind her cup of coffee, plum shaded lips spreading into an amused smile as you giggled at robin’s scarlet complexion.

“m-morning. sorry for the noise mrs. s.” the freckled girl winced in embarrassment at her absent-mindedness, only softening her tense expression when your mother held out of plate of toast, quietly offering her a piece.

“oh, robin. if i was concerned about noise, i would have sent lucas and erica to live with their grandmother a long time ago.” the three of you burst into giggles as one of the devils mentioned strutted into the kitchen, pink denim jeans swishing with every step she took.

“what choice words about your only daughter-“ erica shook her head in disappointment as she reached up onto her tippy toes for a piece of toast, nearly taking a bite before begrudgingly making her way to grab a plate due to the gentle warning glare she received from your mother.

“hey! i was here before you, you little brat-“

“sue me for thinking you were going to college in a year and a half. maybe i’ll stick with ‘your better daughter’-”

“mom! erica hid my walkie!” lucas entered the kitchen with a trail of fire lined after him, interrupting your snide remark back to erica. you and robin groaned with relief as the horn from barb’s mom’s old mini van sounded in front of the house, interrupting the argument for a second before it resumed in full force.

“barb’s picking us up.” you mentioned to your mother, answering her previous question as she half nodded to you in acknowledgment, attempting to break up the ever scaling argument between your younger siblings. “good luck.” you bid her an apologetic goodbye, your mother only huffing as she wished both you and robin a good day.

you were on cloud nine as you walked around the halls at school that morning. it was nearly fourth period, and you hadn’t seen steve in the halls yet unfortunately, but his absence only put a slight damper on your mood. you had gotten so many compliments from the girls in your class and above. nancy wheeler, barb, robin (even though she had practically designed the outfit with you, she had basically screeched in the middle of the arts hall when you finally put your jacket in your locker), chrissy cunningham, tammy thompson, and even anna jacobi!

in the fifteen minute break between third and fourth period, you were taking your time exchanging your calculus textbook out for your history text, knowing that your next class was only down the hall and to the left. however, you felt a large, calloused hand touch the exposed skin between your shoulder blades, jumping as you quickly turned around, nervously gaining the courage to tell off whoever was unrightfully touching you, before you made eye contact with steve.

instantly, you felt a soft beacon of light spread throughout your belly, heart fluttering as you took in the soft chestnut locks that curled beneath the nape of his neck, balancing against the laws of physics atop his head. almond toned eyes, his rigid nose, primrose shaded lips. a breathtaking smile spread across your glossy pout as you giggled excitedly, going in to hug your boyfriend before his unusually stoic face hardened when his eyes raked across your outfit. your outstretched arms slowly fell to your sides as your glittery smile faded, suddenly concerned at the way steve chuckled humorously, his bass tone careless and sinister.

unlike him. with you especially.

you nervously toed your boots into the ground as your manicured nails started fiddling with one another on their own accord, shrinking as he continued to stare you down.

“now i know why billy hargrove asked me if you were free use earlier this morning.” you swallowed harshly, not believing that those words had just come out of your boyfriend’s mouth until you heard the acidic cackles of tommy and carol behind you two. steve however, was not amused. “what in the hell were you thinking when you decided to wear this?” his voice only got louder, catching the attention of a few students passing in the hallways. you fought back the bitter response that was fighting it’s way out of your throat, instead whispering honestly.

“i thought you would have liked it-“

“you thought i would have liked you looking like the freaks groupie?” suddenly, a few band kids instruments stopped their cacophony of tuning and practicing at steve’s semi-booming remark, a few other members of the student body stopping to watch as they caught wind of his comment, both cautiously and minorly entertained.

you felt your doe eyes burn with oncoming tears at steve’s remarks, humiliation running deep throughout your veins as you suddenly felt like you were clad in a cheap halloween costume instead of one of your own designs. your body wrapped your own arms around itself, a self preservation tactic you weren’t aware you were doing until carol laughed.

“you were right steve. she is quite meek, hm?” your glossy eyes whipped up to the boy in front of you for confirmation at the redhead’s poisonous remark, his gaze pointedly wandering away from you as the firm line of his lip wobbled ever so slightly. a reaction so minuscule you would have missed it had you not been searching for any ounce of clarity regarding his behaviour. why suddenly his mean boy persona broke the barriers between you and it.

“you’re being mean, stevie.” you suddenly found your voice, but the soprano tone didn’t sound like it was coming from you, your own trembling voice miles away as you confronted steve. something you hated doing. “i like this outfit, and i don’t appreciate you saying those things-“

“oh, so you think it’s okay that the entire school thinks you’re a slut?” gasps and scoffed out laughs ripped throughout the quickly growing crowd, tommy and carol’s laughter seeming the loudest. your manicured nails dug into the skin of your palms unconsciously, crescent moons slowly pulling blood up to the surface as you tried not to cry.

don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

you coughed on salty held back tears as they dripped down the back of your tense throat, deciding you were going to walk away and go home before you could be humiliated any further. you felt hurt. you felt betrayed. you felt embarrassed. how could steve, the boy who goofily serenaded you with elvis lyrics into the handle of a baseball bat to make you laugh, who snuck into your bedroom window after curfew to cuddle and kiss you senseless because he missed you. who held doors open for you and left cute little smiley faces and your joint initials in a heart on the corners of your homework papers, just to see you smile. how could-?

“jeez steve, you’d think for a frigid little virgin she wouldn’t put out for the whole school.” your jaw dropped as the crowd around you burst into whispers, remarks, and exaggerated reactions, meeting steve’s eyes that were now half filled with regret, attempting to save face as his expression stoned once more, spitting.

“yeah, you’d think.” you missed the way steve’s eyes widened as tears began to slip down your face, leaving trails of gritty mascara in their wake. the elder boy felt his stomach flip upside down once he surveyed the crowd, once he realized how many people had heard that. something he had promised to never tell anyone.

“‘oh stevie, i’m scared it’ll hurt’ ‘i don’t think i’m ready’ ‘could we just kiss a little more?’ too bad for you, there are girls in this town that aren’t afraid of a little pain.” steve felt his breath shorten at carol’s suggestive comment, however it proved hilarious for the crowd around them. he couldn’t register what was going on, why everyone had suddenly crowded around you two, why he had kept going with his verbal assaults, why he had listened to tommy and carol and billy of all people in the first place, and why he had any nerve to confront you about an outfit that made him insecure and jealous when you were clearly happy-

“carol- shut up-“ steve finally found his voice, dominating and rough with an undertone of fear. he didn’t want this. you were his girlfriend for christ sake. what was wrong with him?

carol however shrugged carelessly, smirking as you quickly turned towards your locker to gather your belongings, mind on overdrive. “look at that, it’s even backless.“

“baby-“ steve whispered towards you frantically, catching sight of your bloody palms from where your nails had bit into them. he felt his heart break when you smacked his large hand away as it attempted to soothe you, sniffling as the crowd behind you oohed in amusement. you felt like you were under a microscope. you wanted to disappear.

“oh look. it’s the freak now. i’m sure you won’t have trouble gagging on his dick like you did with steve’s.” your leather bag slipped from your trembling hands at that comment, it’s contents spreading across the floor as the crowd cackled like hyenas. suddenly, the aroma of cigarettes, woodlands, and something akin to laundry soap filled your senses. hesitantly, you turned your watery gaze onto eddie, who was kneeled in front of you as he quickly packed your belongings back into your bag. you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him that he experienced this kind of torment on a daily basis from tommy, carol, and steve, but was still decent enough to help you through it. he was quick as he packed your things you noticed. steady, quiet, careful-

trained almost.

tommy scoffed at the sight in front of him as eddie wordlessly handed you your bag, his large bambi eyes intently asking are you okay? before you could lie and nod, tommy chuckled. “jeez, munson. i guess now you can finally fuck something other than your right hand. i wouldn’t push your luck though-“

in a second, steve pulled tommy against the row of lockers opposite to yours, a deafening crash echoing above the crowd as his calloused hands wrapped themselves within the crisp white collar of the shorter boy’s t-shirt. “don’t ever” steve emphasized with a push of tommy’s body to the metal doors behind him. you felt yourself clam up with nausea at the potent verbal and physical violence around you, “fucking talk to her like that again, hagan-“

the dark haired boy forcefully pushed steve back into the middle of the hallway, the crowd beginning to chant as you watched in horror when tommy threw the first punch. robin fought through the barriers of the crowd immediately once she heard you and carol screech, narrowly dodging the pair of boys rolling along the gritty school floors just past her worn out converse. the freckled girl attempted to figure out what happened as she made her way to your left side, soothingly wiping away your tears as her cerulean gaze went wild. she had left you alone for ten minutes. soon, two of the senior boys on the basketball team were pulling the pair apart from each other, most likely fearing their suspension with the championship game coming up after winter break.

tommy spat a wad of blood from his lip onto the floor as he shot a loathing glare towards steve. carol’s snide expression morphed into concern for her boyfriend as he panted, before her features pinched with a bitter scowl towards the man of the hour. “don’t look so sad, harrington. now you can actually get your dick wet with some other slut. after all, that’s all you really wanted from her, wasn’t it?”

the crowd erupted into quiet whispers as steve’s wide eyes turned to your frail silhouette, now gone slack with disbelief. his king steve persona had shattered at that moment, bloody lip trembling as he crossed the hallway towards you, however you weakly pushed him away from your bubble with your palms to his chest. “i hate you, steve harrington.” it was the first time in ten minutes that the crowd had gone completely silent, watching intently as you spat emotionlessly, basking in a hatred so unlike you it appeared as though you were possessed. with eddie beside you, those rumours would spread like wildfire, no doubt. steve’s expression fell into agony for every second that passed, watching in almost slow motion as you promised. “never speak to me ever again. we’re done.”

robin quickly led you away after that, shaking her head at steve with disgust as she pushed through the dispersing crowd for you. eddie quickly slammed your locker closed, but not without adding fuel to the fire as he huffed. “it didn’t look like it to me, but i hope that was worth it, harrington.”

and steve harrington, was now, above all else, alone.

just like he was destined to be.

[sunflowersteves]

pillow forts and cuddles || e.m. & s.h.

summary || eddie and steve take care of you after a rough day.

pairing || eddie munson x steve harrington x gn!reader

author’s note || I just wanted fluffy time with these two idiots bc my week has been horrible <3

warnings || fluff, polyphobia mention

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“Oh, for fucks sake.” The keys jingle onto the floor, and you’re bending down to pick them up.

Today was a truly shitty day.

You pushed the key into the lock and pushed open the door. You let out a long exasperated sigh as you plop your keys onto the table without care. You take off your shoes near the door, almost letting out a frustrated scream at the laces being difficult. 

“Baby?”

Steve poked his head out from the kitchen, smile widening at your presence. Too soon, though, that smile fades as he watches you sit down on the couch.

Tears pricked your eyes, and your lips were in an unusual frown. His heart sunk into his stomach at your upset expression. Steve quietly entered the bedroom to see Eddie’s eyes closed and head bobbing to a new Iron Maiden song. 

He cautiously walked up to him, tapping Eddie on the shoulder. Eddie gasped in surprise as his body tensed from fright. 

“Shit, Steve!” If this was any other day, Steve wouldn’t let him live that down. However, right now, his mind was solely on you. “Something’s wrong.” 

Eddie perked up immediately at that, concern etching his brows. He lifted a hand to Steve’s, giving it a little squeeze. “What’s wrong, Stevie?”

Steve shook his head, indicating that it wasn’t him. “They didn’t greet me with a kiss, Eddie. They just…sat there.”

“Shit.” Eddie cursed. His eyes were wide with concern and worry. Every single day without fail, you would always greet the two of them with a kiss. It brightened both Steve's and Eddie’s day every time. 

They both enter back into the living room, sharing a look with one another before turning their attention toward you. And wow, their hearts absolutely shattered.

Your head was down, wet and salty tears cascading down your cheeks. Sobs rolled through your body as you tried to gain some control of your emotions. You just looked up at them—almost sheepishly as if you shouldn’t be.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Eddie bent down in front of you, a hand on your knee for comfort. Steve sat down next to you, his eyebrows furrowing. 

“I-It’s stupid! It feels so…stupid.” You were much quieter by the end of it all, sniffling a little. Steve reached over to grab your hand, interlacing your fingers together. “Nothing’s stupid when it comes to you, baby.”

Eddie nodded immediately in agreement. “Cheese ball over here is right. It won’t be stupid at all. You got that?” 

Steve subtly glared at the metalhead for a moment before he pressed a long, sweet kiss onto your cheek. “I-I just, I don’t know,” you pause as a lump in your throat forms again. Eddie starts to rub circles on the top of your thigh. “You don’t have to tell us, sweet baby. We can just cuddle and watch a movie. How does that sound?”

You nodded, your voice feeling weak as tears pricked your eyes. God, you felt so goddamn stupid for getting so upset. Everything just felt as if it was crashing down on top of you, and nothing you do can control it. 

Eddie goes into the kitchen to gather some snacks and drinks. Meanwhile, Steve started to make a little pillow fort on the ground. Your eyes start to light up just a little at the thought of them being so caring for you.

“Okay, I got Skittles, Twix, and Doritos. I also brought your favorite soda, a new coke.” Eddie’s heart thumps rapidly against his chest, almost swooning. You were cuddled up against pillows and blankets that Steve had placed on the floor. Steve was to your right, an arm around your shoulders and a box of tissues in your lap.

If Eddie wasn’t so preoccupied to make you feel better, he would’ve gotten Steve’s camera out to take a picture. Eddie goes to sit to your left, handing you all the goodies. You mumble a sweet thank you, making grabby hands for your boyfriend. 

He chuckles and wraps his arm around your shoulders, like Steve. “Feeling any better, baby?” Steve nuzzles his nose to the side of your cheek, hand squeezing that of Eddie’s shoulder. You hum, munching on some of the skittles that Eddie gave you.

“I feel much better now that you guys are here.” They both smile, locking eyes with one another in celebration. You start to chew your lip, eyebrows becoming furrowed. Eddie plants a kiss on your cheek in encouragement, Steve’s eyes never leaving yours. “Today, at work, Paul asked how Steve was, and then Beth tried to correct him, saying that I was dating Eddie. Then they kept asking questions on who I was really dating and–” 

Tears sprung to your eyes again, your chest constricting from nerves. Steve’s eyebrows are furrowed in thought as Eddie’s hand goes to squeeze your knee. “I just panicked and didn’t know what to do. I felt so stupid.” 

“Oh, sweet baby, you’re not stupid at all. They’re the stupid ones. They just don’t understand that we both love you very, very much.”

Eddie looks over at Steve, but he doesn’t speak. Anger is bubbling through him as it settles deep within him. Steve couldn’t believe some people—trying to pressure you into telling you private details about your life. He pulls away for a split second, reaching over to cup your cheeks in his hands. 

“You and Eddie are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I wake up every single day with you two in my arms, and I feel…happy, I—so fucking happy after everything that’s happened. I-I can’t imagine my life without you.” Tears prick his eyes as deep passion swells his chest and spouts from his head to his toes. 

You smile—brightly and radiating as your eyes start to shine for the first time tonight. Steve presses your lips onto his, a sweet and tender kiss that makes you curl your toes. You separate the kiss to turn toward Eddie, eyes darting to his own lips for permission. Eddie gladly takes the lead and presses a soft, gentle kiss onto your lips. 

“Steve couldn’t have said it any better. Fuck those guys,” he hears you snort, “no, seriously. If they can’t get it through their thick skulls just how much we need each other, then they can fuck off.” 

You start to giggle at Eddie’s aggression, and it makes the two of them burst into a fit of giggles with you. Eddie’s heart sings loudly against his chest at your and Steve’s smile—he just can’t help it. You’re his people. You both are it for him.

They then look at you, watching your eyes droop with exhaustion. They cuddle into each of your sides, pressing a long kiss to your temple. The affection has you smiling, and an immeasurable warmth spreads across your chest. “Get some sleep, sweetheart. We’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“We love you, sweet baby.” 

“We love you so much.”

[hellcheercaine]

These two are both

[ihni]

I was listening to "Son of a preacherman" on my way to work this morning and now I want a Harringrove fic. (If it already exists in some form, feel free to throw the link my way!)

Imagine it: Neil finds out his son is into boys, and brings the whole family to the middle of nowhere, Indiana, because he is a god-fearing man and no son of his will turn out that way, etc etc. The first time they go to church (which is well-attended, there are many religious people in Hawkins, which is probably why Neil chose it), the preacher welcomes the new family and also invites them to dinner with his own family. Neil is pleased, and threatens Billy to be on his best behavior or else. Billy, still recovering from the beating he probably got before they moved, grits his teeth and says yes sir, because he has decided that he's gonna just get through the next couple of years without making a splash - just survive until graduation, and then leave.

Only, the preacher and his wife, they have a son, who they introduce as Steve. And he is pretty and popular and polite and Billy curses internally because he's just Billy's type. Billy resigns himself to catching a few glances in secret only. Good thing the guy is the preacher's son, right? Because surely such a boy is too much of a goody two shoes to even notice those glances, let alone know what they mean, right?

Wrong! The good boy act is really just an act. Scraping a bit on the surface, or getting him away from parents and authorities, reveals King Steve. He smokes, he drinks, he fools around ... And apparently, not only with girls ... He sees Billy's looks and he very much knows what it means, and more than that - he's interested.

Suddenly just surviving until graduation is much harder - because Hawkins' preacher's son, secret bad boy Steve Harrington is not the good influence Billy's dad thinks he is.

[theemporium]

Hello! If you’re still taking prompt requests, could I request 7 minutes in heaven with Steve and a shy reader?

thank you for requesting!🖤

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“ON YOU GO, LOVEBIRDS!”

“DON’T GET TOO FRISKY!” 

“TIME STARTS NOW!” 

Your cheeks burned as the sounds of snickers and laughs washed over you, only somewhat muffled as the door shut and the sound of the lock clicking in place echoed through the small closet.

You had been dragged out to the house party by a few of your friends who were adamant you just needed to step out of your comfort zone every once in a while. That the party would be the perfect place, that they would be by your side the whole night and never leave you alone.

And to be fair to them, they stayed true to their word until someone announced a game of seven minutes of heaven and you were dragged into a massive circle in whoever’s spacious living room the party was being held in. 

The bubbles of anxiety and fear fluttering in your stomach only got stronger as the game worked its way around the circle until eventually all eyes landed on you. It was pure bodily instinct and a further fear of embarrassing yourself that made you reach out for the bottle, giving it a quick spin before you watched it slowly come to a stop. 

The neck was pointed right at Steve Harrington.

The curious eyes and whispered remarks were like an overwhelming feeling you couldn’t shake away as you shuffled into the closet, keeping your head down to stare at your feet as Steve—who had remained silent—entered behind you. There was a brief moment of silence before he spoke. 

“I’m sorry about them,” his voice was soft but it still sounded too loud in the quiet closet. “I…they don’t mean it in a bad way, I swear.” 

“It’s fine,” you squeaked out, clearing your throat a little. 

“We…we don’t have to do anything, you know,” he continued, watching you closely as you looked anywhere in the dark closet but him. There wasn’t much light but he could make out the vague features of your face, and he had an inkling that if there was a light switch, he would be able to see the blush painting your cheeks. 

You frowned a little, lifting your head a little to look up at him. Your eyes narrowed as you focused on his face, blurting out the question before you could think twice. “Do you not want to do anything?” 

“No!” Steve instantly blurted out, only to find his own cheeks burning in embarrassment at how eager his reply was. “No, I–I just want you to feel comfortable. That’s all.” 

“Oh.” 

A few seconds passed and Steve took the risk to take a step closer to you. “Would you mind if we did something?” 

“No?” you breathed out, your voice a little high pitched and making it sound more like a question than an answer.

“No?” he repeated, the hint of a smirk on his lips and the sight made your stomach flip—in a good way.

“No, I–” your breathing hitched as he raised his hand, the warmth of his palm cupping your cheek. “Yes.” 

“Yes?” he teased, his eyes darting down to glance at your lips and his gaze remained there, unwavering. “You gotta make up your mind, sweetheart.” 

“Yes,” you said with a final nod, ignoring the way you could feel your heart racing in your chest like it was ready to jump out at any second. 

Before you could even overthink your response, Steve was ducking his head down and pressing his lips against yours. Unlike what you imagined (not that you imagined it all that much), Steve Harrington’s kisses were soft and consuming and made you feel like you were on cloud nine. And they were far too short for your own liking.

It simultaneously felt like seconds and hours had passed when the closet door swung open, a flurry of cheers and playful jabs hitting your ears as Steve pulled away, looking somewhat sheepish at the knowing looks the other partygoers were sharing. 

“Looks like goodie two shoes isn’t a prude after all!” Someone had called out from the crowd and your face flushed, chin instantly tucked against your chest as you tried to hide your face. 

However, much to your surprise, Steve spoke up as he wrapped his arm around you. “Shut up, Tommy, stop acting like you do anything but hold hands!” 

The attention shifted to the boy who made the remark, all eyes turned away from you and Steve and you couldn’t help but give him an appreciative smile. 

“Thank you,” you murmured before you stepped out of his embrace, ready to run off and find your friends. 

“Anytime, sweetheart,” he replied, his gaze still stuck on your lips before you turned away and pushed your way through the crowd of people.

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[hawkins-losers]

CAMP UPSIDE DOWN (summer camp AU) PART 1 | Steve Harrington X Henderson!Reader x Eddie Munson

Summary: Since your childhood, attending Camp Upside Down has been the highlight of your summers. Now that you were too old to attend as camper, you decided to become a camp counselor. Though it meant dealing with annoying fellow counselors and tirelessly ensuring the kids applied sunscreen or didn't eat a berry their weren't supposed to, you found ways to heightened your summer camp experience and have the best time ever

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: 18+, p + v, oral, skinny dipping, threesome, semi-public sex,

Note: I really wanted to post before the end of summer, but I was not able to finish the entire fic...so here's the first few scenes. I will continue posting in the coming weeks and months, depending how long this will take. Please get on the taglist for this specific fic to get notified when I post!

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The story started when it was hot and it was summer. Campers were running out of buses and screaming and jumping around the campground.

You had been at Camp Upside Down for only fifteen minutes and Steve's cock was already buried deep in you, pulling a mix of whimpers and moans from both of you. His hands were on your hips, holding you there while he was snapping his own against yours at a pace that had you gripping the edge of the shelf behind you and making the wooden table rattle. 

It was finally summer.

‘’Mmh, I missed that pussy,’’ Steve praised, grunting when you squeezed around him.

Your shirt was still on, which was a damn shame in Steve's opinion — he really wanted to see your tits —, but you didn't have a lot of time. As camp counselors, you had duties and soon enough, an annoyed Nancy would be looking for you and you'd rather not have her finding you both in that position. You didn’t want to cause unnecessary friction since she and Steve broke up last summer. 

Quickly enough, you both reached your climax, Steve spilling into the condom with small grunts and you clenching and creaming all over his perfect cock. 

‘’Did you bring enough condoms?’’ you asked as you pulled up your jeans shorts, the fabric snagging on your clammy skin from sex and the humidity. 

‘’Duh,’’ Steve replied, standing in front of the mirror and fixing his hair that got messed up during your activities. ‘’I almost had to pack a whole extra suitcase for them.’’ 

A laugh bubbled from your throat, his bad humor being part of his charm. ‘’Should we go greet the campers?’’ 

*

‘’Where the heck were you two?’’ Nancy snapped when you and Steve made it to the common ground area where all the campers and staff were. Her hands were on his hips, visibly unhappy. 

Steve was terrible at lying, so you opened your mouth to give her a bullshit excuse about your suitcase getting stuck in the mud and needing help to dig it out, but Nancy waved her hands in dismissal. 

‘’It doesn't matter. We've lost enough time already. Go with the others. I'll go tell Joyce everyone is here so we can begin making the groups.’’

Nancy was a sweet girl, but she was a little bit too pristine, a goody two shoes daughter. And quite bossy, which got on your nerves every summer. You couldn’t see what Steve found in her. 

A whistle blew and everyone's head turned to the small stage where Joyce was standing. She looked a little stressed, but still glowing, as always. Owning a summer camp and taking care of hundreds of children for a whole summer must be a lot of work.

‘’Campers, welcome to resident camp Upside Down!’’ Joyce greeted the lot, her warm demeanor immediately put the children at ease. ‘’I'm Joyce Byers, your camp owner and director, and I'm pleased to have you here for another amazing summer!’’ 

A chorus of cheers erupted from the waiting crowd along with a round of applause.  Joyce pursued, introducing each staff member and ending with the counselors. Most were familiar faces you had been working with for the last two years, but there were some new ones too. A guy in a flannel shirt and snapback named Luke was replacing the old cook and Joyce’s husband seemed to have joined the staff. Among the counselors, one of the new additions stood out to you. He had long curly hair and cut-off denim shorts that seemed to have seen better days. 

You saw the corner of his mouth twitching upward, catching you staring at him, and you quickly shifted your attention back to Joyce talking about the upcoming adventures and all the activities at Camp Upside Down.

Once Joyce was over with her speech, the campers were then divided into smaller groups. The group names lacked originality — all forest animal themed —, but you couldn't complain about yours. The squirrels weren't so bad compared to the wood-peckers.

You held back a squeal of excitement when Max’s name was announced to join your group, making up for having to share a cabin with Tammy Thompson. Although you didn’t share the same blood, you and her shared a sister bond. You couldn’t be more thrilled to spend an entire summer sharing a cabin. 

When it was all over, you guided the squirrels to their cabin. The air was heavy and stuffy due to the high humidity, but the place was soon filled with the sound of luggage being unpacked, the rustling of sleeping bags being unfurled, and the girls chatting.

‘’Alright ladies, let's hurry and unpack so we can get the hell out of here. By the way, for those who don't know, the name is Tammy. T-A-M-M-Y. If you have any questions or can’t tie your bathing suit, you can come to me at all time.’’ 

You held back your snicker as your co-counselor introduced herself, it's not like the kids don't know how to spell someone's name. 

Max had picked the bed closer to yours, growling at the other girl who tried to claim it. She wasn’t going to let the blonde with pink converses steal her spot. 

‘’How is it at home? Did you move out of California yet?’’ you as you unpacked.

The redhead nodded. ‘’Mom is still married to Neil — unfortunately. They got into a big fight a few weeks ago about Neil’s female colleague. I really thought their marriage was turning into ashes, but he got Mom diamonds and she wiped the slate clean.’’ Max shook her head sadly, disappointed in her mother. ‘’I really wish she would stop doing that. How can she keep forgiving a man who doesn’t deserve her forgiveness? I mean, diamonds are pretty, but Neil is still a shitty man.’’

She wasn’t wrong, but it wasn’t so simple. 

According to Max, life was either black or white, but there’s so many nuances in-between. Maybe it’s her age that made her see life in a very different way, or maybe it was just her way of thinking. Her I-take-no-shit-from-anyone attitude had a play in this too. 

You took a pile of tee shirts and put them in the small drawers beside your bed. ‘’I agree with you on that. Diamonds are not worth being treated poorly by a man, but love makes us blind sometimes, makes us make stupid decisions…like forgiving someone who shouldn’t be forgiven.’’

Max sucked in a breath, her eyes casting on her anxiety-chewed fingers. ‘’Or maybe she isn’t strong enough to leave him.’’

*

When the sun started to go down, everyone gathered around the fire to mingle and eat dinner. Joyce’s husband, along with Jonathan, took charge of grilling hot dogs on the campfire fire...and grilled-cheeses for the picky-eaters who didn't like hot dogs. It was a camp Upside Down tradition. 

You helped some of the younger kids with their marshmallows, not wishing them to burn themselves and they thanked you with a bright smile and sticky fingers. 

Just as you were helping another group of campers, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, and the unmistakable scent of Steve's expensive cologne filled your space.

‘’Am I seeing you tonight?’’ Steve asked, his voice laced with anticipation.

A hint of amusement touched your voice as you turned around in his hold. ‘’Aren’t you satiated enough from this afternoon’s meeting?’’ 

‘’That was a quickie. I want more time with you. I missed you.’’ With a mischievous smile, Steve closed the distance between you, pulling you into a deep kiss. His hands on your waist ventured beneath your shirt to grab your tits. ‘’I swear they’ve grown a cup since last summer.’’ 

You swatted him away. ‘’Careful, Nancy might see us,’’ you warned, glancing around to make sure no one was watching.

‘’She won’t. I’m standing before you and it’s dark out,’’ Steve reassured, undeterred.

He leaned for another kiss, but before your lips could touch, Robin walked by with a pile of blankets for the kids. ‘’It's not just Nancy you two should worry about. I’m right here….and so are the kids. Keep the inappropriate language for after-hours. This is disgusting.’’ 

Steve rolled his eyes. ‘’You’re just jealous because you’re not getting any.’’ 

Instead of reacting to his sarcasm, Robin pushed the pile of blankets into his hands. ‘’Take this to the kids by the fire. Suzie and Will are cold.’’

*

A loud whistle blew across the lake’s beach, getting everyone’s attention. Standing in red shorts and calves-high socks, Steve went over security rules and explanations for kayaking. A lot of the kids had never kayaked, so it should be an interesting morning. 

After the safety jackets were on and all the kids were settled in their kayak, you got in yours and immediately went to one of the camper’s help who's kayak was not going forward. 

‘’You have to row the oar the other way, sweetie. Like this.’’

She nodded and did as you said, calling out a ‘thank you’ as she joined the group.

The tranquility of the lake was abruptly shattered by hurtful words echoing across the water.

‘’Eat shit and die, Toothless!’’ his voice rang out, instantly familiar as the nickname he had cruelly bestowed upon your brother due to his missing teeth.

Your head turned, seeking out the source of the taunt, and your eyes locked onto Troy as he confidently glided past Dustin in his kayak.

‘’Eat shit and live, Troy!’’ your brother fired back, eliciting laughter from some of the other campers.

Troy showed Dustin his fist in a menacing gesture, but Steve swiftly intervened, blowing his whistle. ‘’Hey! Cut it out, you two!’’ he admonished, his authoritative voice resonating with authority.

‘’He started it,’’ Dustin defended, but Steve raised his hand, silencing any further explanations.

‘’I don’t want to hear it. I don’t get paid enough to solve dumb conflicts. I’m here to guide and ensure your safety as you engage in camp activities. Now, get back to rowing!’’ 

Steve rowed away, but you made your way to Dustin, checking in on him.

‘’You okay, Dusty?’’ you asked, your voice laced with genuine concern.

He nodded. 

It wasn’t his first encounter with Troy. That boy had been bullying your brother and his friends for the past two years. You gave him a warning last summer, but it seemed like he forgot. 

‘’Is Troy in your cabin? I could talk to Joyce and have him removed if you want.’’

Dustin shook his head. ‘’No. He’s in Jonathan and Steve’s cabin. I’m with Eddie and Gareth.’’ 

‘’You tell me if he keeps bothering you, okay? Three strikes under his name and he’s out of camp.’’

He nodded again. 

The activity continued and you kept a watchful eye on your brother, making sure he was okay. Maybe you were acting too much like a mother duckling, but the incident with Troy had riled you up and you couldn't help but feel protective of him. You made a mental note to talk to Joyce later about the ongoing bullying issue. This couldn’t go on all summer again.

*

After leaving Joyce’s office, you walked back to your cabin. 

Turned out her younger son, Will, was also getting tormented by Troy. Unfortunately, she couldn’t send him home after only one day, but Joyce took notes of the incident on the lake and will be watching him closely in the next few days. She also made a joke about sending her husband to give Troy a more threatening warning. With his tall and large stature, Jim Hopper would surely make Troy pee his pants.

You took a left on the trail, fighting a few night mosquitos here and there, and saw a cloud of smoke coming from behind the bathrooms. 

Was something burning? No. The cloud of smoke was small. Like someone was smoking. 

Thinking one of the kids had snuck cigarettes on the campsite, you quickly made your way over to catch them in the act, but it wasn’t a kid who had a cigarette — well, a joint — between their lips, it was Eddie. You crossed your arms over your chest and raised an eyebrow at your fellow camp counselor.

‘’Weed — or any form of drugs — is strictly forbidden on the campsite,’’ you pointed out. ‘’The rule goes for kids and staff.’’ 

Eddie raised his gaze to you, taking the blunt from his lips and blowing the smoke toward you on purpose. ‘’Are you gonna snitch on me?’’ 

You swatted the smoke away, then shook your head. ‘’You’re mistaking me for Tammy.’’ 

‘’That’s the uptight brunette with the curls?’’

Shaking your head, you bit back a small laugh. ‘’No. That’s Nancy. Tammy is the blonde who sings like a Muppet and wears too much blue eyeshadow.’’ 

Eddie nodded, putting the right face to her name. There were so many people at camp, it’s hard to memorize everyone’s name and face the first few days. ‘’I’m Eddie. Eddie Munson.’’ 

‘’Y/N Henderson.’’

‘’Henderson? You got a brother here?’’ Eddie asked, the surname familiar.

You nodded, reaching for the blunt and taking a puff, taking Eddie by surprise. ‘’Yes. Dustin.’’ 

‘’He’s in my group. Cool little one.’’ 

‘’He has a little bit of an ego,’’ you said in truth. You loved your little brother to pieces, but that big brain of his made him so annoying sometimes. 

Eddie took the blunt back, taking a puff before handing it back to you. 

You regrettably declined. ‘’If I stay out any longer, Tammy is gonna throw a fit. Even worse if she smells the weed on me.’’ Tammy would not hesitate a second to tell Joyce about smelling weed on you. Last year you wouldn’t have cared, but you needed that money to get a car for college so you couldn’t jeopardize your job. ‘’I better get back to my squirrels. See you around, Eddie.’’

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[brunnerasposts]

"Halloween Bash" pt. 1

S.H. x Female Reader

Summary: You and Steve plan to spend Halloween together when he ditches you to attend Tina's Halloween Bash with Nancy. A few hours later, you find yourself having to take care of a very drunk Steve.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: st2 spoilers, underage drinking, swearing, slight angst, fluff, best friends to lovers, mutual pining

Additional Notes: I only have the inspiration for Steve and Eddie fanfics rn so I will most likely be writing those for a while, haha. I hope you enjoy this Steve fanfic! Likes, comments, and reshares are greatly appreciated :)

pt. 2 will be linked here!

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"What are you getting all dressed up for?"

You were currently sitting on Steve's bed, watching in confusion as he picked out things to wear.

He didn't respond right away, changing his shirt before adding a jacket over top.

Steve reached for a pair of shades, sliding them on his face before looking to you.

"What do you think?"

You couldn't help but smile. "I think you're a tad overdressed for Halloween movie night."

Steve removed the sunglasses, hooking them onto his shirt. "I thought it would be really fun if we went to Tina's party tonight."

Arching an eyebrow, you began to cross your arms. "Why would we do that when we've already made plans to watch movies and get really sick on Halloween candy?" You asked with a small laugh before it slowly dawned on you.

Now that you knew why, you groaned in annoyance.

"Steve Harrington I know for a fact that you're not trying to bail on me for Nancy Drew." You spoke sternly, slightly peeved with him for even wanting to cancel.

This was your last Halloween as highschoolers!

Every year for Halloween or Christmas, you and Steve would get together and spend the day just watching films and snacking on holiday goodies. It was your way of bonding and winding down from the pressure of society.

Why would he want to cancel if not for his girlfriend?

"Oh, come on! It'll be fun I swear!"

"No, Steve. You promised me that we would spend the night just sitting on your couch with a bunch of rented tapes of horror movies!" You frowned, eyes traveling downward as Steve got onto his knees.

"But I already promised Nancy I would go with her and act like stupid teenagers! Come on, I know you and her don't get along, but this could be my chance to really get her to relax after Barb." He spoke, his words practically gutting you like a knife.

You hardly ever argued with Steve when he wanted to hang out with his girlfriend, but this was a tradition night for you both. He wanted to break tradition for Tina's stupid party?

It was true, that you and Nancy didn't really get along but that's because you were constantly battling for time with Steve. You really only ever saw him in school now that you had a job, but even in school he was wrapped around Nancy's little finger.

Sure, you were jealous. You had been smitten for Steve for three years and only realized during the summer that you were madly in love with the boy.

The feeling wasn't reciprocated obviously as he spent all his time with his little journalist.

They were either doing homework together in the library, making out next to her locker, or sitting together at lunch.

It was never just you and Steve. Now that you two finally had a chance to hang out, he was bailing on you? For Nancy?

"You promised her?" You asked softly, Steve sighing a little as he heard the hurt in your voice. "When?"

As he tried to come up with an answer, your anger over Steve never having the time to hang out with you suddenly boiled over.

"You know what?" You got up from the bed, grabbing your shoes, "I don't care. Clearly you're so invested with Nancy all the time that you dont even want to hang out with me anymore." Once your shoes were on your feet you began to make your way downstairs.

Soon enough, his feet followed. "No, come on! Y/N, wait." He pleaded, speeding past you to block the front door.

"Steve, let me out." You demanded.

"Y/N, listen to me! It's not just Nancy, every senior is gonna be there! You can come with us, hang out for a bit, ya know?" He suggested, you staring at him in disbelief.

"Sometimes you can be such a dick." You whispered, hurt spreading across his face. "Ouch, Y/N. Really trying to hammer down my ego huh?" He tried to joke but you weren't having it.

"Yes I am." You announced, silencing him. "When are you going to wake up and realize that Nancy has her head so wrapped up around Barb that the only reason she's with you is for comfort?" You questioned, leaving him flabbergasted.

It was a heavy subject, you knew, but Nancy didn't seem all that interested in Steve until Barb went missing. The timing was all too weird to you.

"She doesn't love you Steve. Nancy is quite the actress, I'll say that." You reached behind him for the doorknob, his hand grabbing your wrist.

"No, you're wrong Y/N. Nancy loves me." Although he wanted it to come off strongly, he sounded slightly worried. Almost as though he didn't want to believe you. "She doesn't, Steve." Your voice was gentle now, your eyes shifting from his to his lips.

"There are some people in this world who actually love you unlike her." Was all you could say before you opened the door and walked out.

This time, he didn't follow.

You didn't have your car with you, so you walked home. Traveling past the many children out in the streets trick or treating, your anger began to dissipate and the shame took its place.

Why did you say that to him?

In the many ways you pictured confessing to Steve, never had you wanted it to be done that way. It didn't seem like he understood either way which made you a little relieved.

As you arrived home, you grabbed the bowl of candy your parents had left out for kids and brought it inside with you, claiming it for yourself. Once you got inside, you found the house to be eerily quiet. It was unusual, making you turn to the cabinet near the front door. A note laid on it, written in your mom's handwriting.

Apparently they were having an 'adult' Halloween party at the Henderson household. You knew it wasn't much different from the ones in highschool so you shoved the note into your pocket before trudging up the stairs to your bedroom.

This night couldn't possibly be any worse. Not only did you get ditched by your best friend, but you left the rented movie tapes at his place and all you were stuck with was your small collection of books and a bucket of candy. You could sit like a fool on your porch and just pass it out, but if some kid from school was walking around with their sibling, you'd literally die of embarrassment if they saw you sitting at home instead of being out of the house either with Steve or at Tina's party.

Reading and munching on candy it is.

For the next three hours, you listened to Halloween tunes on the radio and read Dracula while eating a few different candies here and there. That is until a ringing of your doorbell sounded, making you groan.

Didn't kids know that there was no candy out on the porch?

Realizing you had left the front porch light on, you huffed and got up from your bed before making your way downstairs.

The doorbell rang a couple more times, your annoyance growing. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" You shouted as you went down the last few steps. You unlocked the door and opened it, except there was no kid at the front door.

It was Steve.

"Jeez, I thought you were some random kid trying to get candy." You sighed in relief before noticing his stance.

He was leaning an arm above his head on the doorway for support, eyes cast to the ground. His eyes seemed red, either from exhaustion, or crying.

"Hey," You spoke softly, slowly reaching forward to place a hand on his arm, "You okay?"

Steve didn't reply, eyes still fixated on the floor. A singular tear rolled down his face, causing worry to spread across your own.

"Hey, hey," You cooed, wrapping your arms around his waist to hug him. "It's okay, Steve. You're alright." Speaking softly was always the key with Steve when he was upset. It kept him calm, focused even.

If you panicked, he'd shut down. That was the last thing you wanted.

Steve practically slumped his body against you, making you drag him inside. Closing the door with your foot, you continued to comfort him by stroking his hair.

His usual minty scent was replaced with the muskiness of alcohol. "Jeez, Steve how much did you drink?" You asked him, not really expecting much of a response as you dragged him up the stairs and into your bedroom.

"Five...teen?" He mumbled, making you roll your eyes before gently sitting him down on your bed. "I'll be right back, okay?"

"No, no, no..don't go." He whined.

"Steve, I have to go get a trash can and some water for you." You told him, smiling a little as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Just stay right here." Steve wasn't going to let you go and that was certain. "Okay, let's get you comfortable, yeah? Then I can go get you some stuff?" His head slowly nodded up and down, making you sigh a little in relief.

You helped him remove his coat, laying it across the foot of your bed before looking to his shirt. Noticing a small stain of red liquid, your eyebrows furrowed. "Punch?" You asked, him nodding again.

"Arms up," He complied and you removed his sweatshirt, your cheeks warming as you gazed at him for a moment. Clearing your throat, you reached into your bag from earlier and pulled out Steve's Halloween themed shirt that he traditionally wore.

"Wanna tell me what happened?" You asked as he pressed the side of his face into your stomach, hugging you close. It didn't really bother you, you were just glad he wasn't about to throw up all over your duvet.

"Nancy um," He began, rubbing his eyes. Your attention was instantly back on him, waiting to hear what you were beginning to think.

"Nancy doesn't love me. You were right." He sniffled a little, making you sigh. As much as you enjoyed being right, this wasn't a time to show off.

"How do you know? Did she break up with you?" You couldn't help but ask, gently stroking his hair back so you could see his face more.

Steve's eyes were casted towards the ground, his grip on your sweater tightening. "No, she uh..she got really drunk and spilled punch on herself." He spoke slowly, his story sounding like himself right now.

"I tried helping her in the bathroom and she just started claiming how...bullshit I am. That we try and act like everything's normal when Barb is missing and that we act like we're in love-" His voice hitched.

"Oh Steve," You frowned, sinking down so you could properly wrap your arms around his neck while his remained wrapped around your waist. His head leaned against yours, foreheads pressing together.

"I'm so sorry Y/N," He spoke as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

"Why are you sorry? I'm the one who went off on you which was totally unfair. I'm the one who should be apologizing." You argued a little.

Steve gripped you tighter, making you chuckle a little. "No, God, no. I'm so stupid. I should have realized that she didn't care for me. That she didn't love me." He huffed.

"And here I was abandoning you on our traditional holiday movie night just to hear that from her."

"Hey," You gently cupped his face and pulled his head back so you could make eye contact with him. "I'm not upset with you anymore. I shouldn't have even argued over it to begin with."

"I'm still sorry," He spoke, letting you go so you were free to move. Taking the chance, you helped him get situated under your covers, tucking him in. Once he was situated, you walked over to your radio and lowered the volume so it could barely be heard. "If you fall asleep, that's okay, okay? I won't be far." You promised him, giving him a soft smile before leaving the room.

As you went downstairs and into the kitchen, you began to worry about earlier events. He didn't know what you meant before when you mentioned there were others who loved him...right? He was drunk and too caught up with Nancy's drunken confession that maybe he'd forget you ever even said anything.

Once you grabbed two waters, you held them in one arm and grabbed the empty trash can with the other. You quickly made your way upstairs, quietly entering your room. "You're still up, huh?" You smiled a little as you looked over to Steve who had been staring at the ceiling.

"I can't sleep without you," He huffed, your cheeks warming. "Scared of nightmares coming?" You asked as you walked over to his side of your bed, him nodding and beginning to sit up.

You then opened the water bottle, helping him take a slow yet long sip. "Better?" He nodded as you took back the bottle, closing it tightly before setting it down on the nightstand.

"Y/N?" He whispered so quietly you almost didn't catch it. "Hm?" You hummed, setting down the other water bottle before looking to him.

"You love me right?"

His question completely threw you off guard, your eyes widening slightly. In fear, you chuckled nervously. "Love you? Of course. You're my best friend." You told him, the male beginning to shake his head.

"No. No, I mean like..love, love. Not that bullshit love. Do you really, really love me?" He asked, gently grabbing your hand before rubbing circles on the back of it. His actions and his words were making your heart race a little.

"Steve," You gulped a little, eyes unable to look into his as he was gazing at you in a way you weren't used to with him. God why did he have to be under the influence right now?

You wished he wasn't, that way you could tell if any of this was real.

Before you could continue, his hands found their way to your waist, gently bringing you closer to the bed. "Steve," You began again, though you weren't even sure what you were trying to say. Did he ask you a question? You couldn't remember.

All you could focus on were his hands as one stayed on your waist while the other brought itself up to your face. He cupped your cheek gently, your eyes finally meeting his. "I like when you say my name."

As he leaned in, you lost all sense of clarity, letting him press his lips into yours. When he began to move his lips, you did too. You practically melted under his touch, your fingers brushing through his hair so you had something to hold onto.

He groaned a bit into your mouth, making your stomach do flips. Steve was kissing you.

This was wrong. You knew it was.

He was in pain and wanted you for comfort. As much as you wanted to cherish this kiss, it couldn't go any farther than that.

Quickly, you parted from the kiss, placing your hands on his shoulders to keep him at a distance so he couldn't try and do it again.

"No Steve," You panted, "As much as I want this, you're hurting. If this is gonna happen for us, I want it to be done right. I don't want to be Nancy's sloppy seconds, okay?" You told him.

"You're not, Y/N. No, trust me that's done. She and I are done." He leaned in again only for you to back away. "Steve, you're drunk and heartbroken. I don't want us to get together this way."

You inhaled shakily, still adrenaline high from the kiss. You watched him for a moment, seeing his slightly swollen lips part as he wanted to argue. "I don't even know if any of this is really you or if it's drunk Harrington taking over," You sighed, removing his hands so you were at a comfortable distance again.

"Y/N-"

"Steve, sweetie, get some sleep okay? It's late and you need to sleep off the alcohol." You helped him lay back down, kissing his forehead.

"Lay with me?" He whispered, making you hesitate. It wasn't like you and Steve have never slept in the same bed before. Your parents knew how close you two were and always allowed sleepovers. But after the kiss and with Steve being drunk, you weren't sure.

"Please?"

God damn it.

Going around to the other side of the bed, you pulled the duvet back and got into the bed. Once the covers were pulled back over you, you watched as Steve rolled over so he faced you.

"Sleep now, okay?" You asked him, the male nodding slowly before closing his eyes.

You did the same, allowing the radio and Steve's breathing to lull you to sleep. Before you could really get into a deep sleep, Steve called your name quietly.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

There was a moment of silence before he finally answered.

"Nevermind."

~ ~ ~

"Morning sleepyhead." You smiled as Steve made his way down the steps and into the kitchen where you stood by the stove making bacon and eggs. "Smells delicious." He yawned, walking over to one of the cabinets to search for headache medicine.

"Third shelf."

"Thank you," He grabbed the bottle and opened it, taking out two of them. His attention was on taking the pills, but his eyes were watching you.

How could you be so peaceful after what he did to you yesterday?

"Do you feel better this morning?" You asked, looking over to him after you scrambled his eggs. "Physically? No. My head is killing me. Tina definitely overdid it with the punch this year." You couldn't help but giggle at his words.

"Emotionally? I've been better, but I am better than I thought I'd be." He sat down at the island counter. "Oh yeah? Well that's good. Maybe some sleep helped." You suggested, plating his and your bacon.

"Yeah..sleep." He agreed slowly, eyes still fixated on you. At this point you could feel his stare, making you look back over to him.

"What's up, Harrington? Is my hair messed up or something?" You joked, making him crack a smile.

"No, I'm just looking at you is all."

Your eyebrow arched, but you decided he was just being weird so you shrugged it off and continued to cook your eggs.

As his eyes bore into the back of your head, you could feel his eyes again and it was beginning to make you nervous. Why was he staring?

"Harrington, what's up?" You asked, plating the eggs. You then turned the stove off and turned around, arms crossed.

Steve's eyes widened slightly in surprise, quickly beginning to shake his head. "No, no, sorry. I must still have alcohol in my system." He explained, letting out a nervous chuckle.

"Well you're able to hold good conversation now. So, I don't think the alcohol is really taking any effect here." You walked over to the island, leaning against it.

"What's going on Steve?"

He seemed hesitant, mouth opening and closing almost like a fish as he couldn't find the words. It made you wonder if he remembered what happened with Nancy.

After a minute, you said his name again, making him come back to reality.

"Yeah, um, I guess I just have a question to ask?" He seemed unsure, but you decided to go with it anyway.

"Okay," You turned and grabbed the plates before placing his in front of him. You set yours down in front of yourself, just wanting to keep it from getting cold.

"What exactly happened last night? When I got here, I mean. I remember Tina's party, and I remember ringing your doorbell but that's about it." Steve got up to go grab some utensils, his back to you which gave you the opportunity to facially express your nervousness.

You squeezed your eyes shut for a second, mentally cursing yourself. You opened your eyes again, trying to find a quick lie.

"Last night?" You began, "Well, you showed up to my house and I practically had to drag you inside."

Steve chuckled as he made his way back over, handing you a fork. You thanked him and began to pick at your eggs with the fork. "Then I brought you upstairs, helped you get out of your sweater since Nancy spilled some punch on you, put you in your Halloween sweater instead, and then we went to bed."

The lie came out a lot easier than you expected. Maybe it was because you left out the impromptu kiss.

As you met Steve's eyes, you could see the confusion in his face. "That's all that happened?" He questioned, eyebrows furrowing. "Did we talk? I feel like I remember talking with you in your room." He said, rubbing his temple a little.

"I mean, you told me what happened with you and Nancy, so that could be it." You explained, really hoping he would just drop the subject before you died of embarrassment from the replaying memory of Steve's lips on yours.

"And that was all we talked about?"

You were hesitant. Why were you even hesitating in the first place? It wasn't like you'd never lied to Steve before. They were just smaller lies. Like, Tammy Thompson is an excellent singer or that new kid Billy Hargrove wasn't the new king of Hawkins High.

"Yeah. That was all."

Steve watched you for a moment before shrugging and eating his eggs. Your shoulders relaxed and you began eating as well.

God, this was gonna come back to bite you in the ass.

TO BE CONTINUED.

[thegoblinboy]

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This is from that poll that people decided. This is just a sneak peak but when I finish it I’ll be posting it up on ao3 as well. I don’t know if it’s going to be more then one part or not.

Summary - Where Steve and Chrissy’s roles switch. Steve meets Eddie at the picnic instead. Witnesses a very different Eddie Munson than what he was imagining. He’s having a very difficult time falling asleep, and normally he used drugs to appease them. But after season three and that whole situation with the mysterious drugs he cut himself back. But with Reefer Rick in the joint (no pun intended- unless?) the only option is Eddie. Who is just as confused as Steve is about this meeting. (Role swap)

Also happy Easter!

From the right a bird is chirping, excited and happy about the day. The sun is also towards the right, starting it's journey to set. The woods sound lived in, and Steve does enjoy the sounds of the animals but his shoulders were increasingly tense as he hears random twigs snapping continuously. His body jumping, face flinching and feet ready to sprint at any sign of danger. Hands scratching his face as he fidgets more, leg bouncing up and down flinching at the noises that come from his foot in the dirt. Crunching dirt and moving rocks making more noise to rile him up even more. His eyes are twitching, from the nerves or from the lack of sleep is unknown. Groaning as he rubs his face a little more, he's tempted to stand up and leave. Why was he even doing this? God, Robin would be slapping him upside the head for running towards drugs as a last resort. But something isn't rights. Something that no one can fix, the NDA's he signed months ago made sure of that.

He jumps even more startled as he hears more twigs breaking, more then the usual. For a second he swears the sound of ticking off in the distance. Behind him, next to him, possibly even in his head the ticking clicks gently. Though it's drowned out by the loud footsteps coming from his left. He's close to sprinting away when he sees the person he's supposed to be meeting. He was aware of Eddie Munson. But he's never bought anything off from him. Normally that was Reefer Ricks domain but with the guy in jail, that left some dents in Steve's plans. Which must've happened with in the last couple of months as Steve used to be a regular. Before the mall he used to smoke to calm himself enough to sleep. After the mall he could barely get the tiniest bit high before he was freaking out thinking that Russians were out to get him. Though, once again there had been a reason why this wasn't his first resort. Trust him, he's tried everything he could to calm the nightmares and just sleep. The bags under his eyes are evidence that nothing has seemed to work for him.

His hazel eyes follow the others boy's movements. Glancing down at the metal lunch box that the other was carrying with him. A soft humming being heard coming from the back of the others throat. Walking with ease, as if he wasn't doing something completely illegal. Eddies eyes land on Steve after a moment. He pauses in his steps as he processes what's happening. Steve fucking Harrington had been the one to anonymously ask for this deal to happen. He's completely baffled as he inspects Mr. Goody two shoes in all of his glory. And honestly he didn't like what he saw. The guy looked like shit, his eyes were sunken in from the lack of sleep, his skin wasn't that familiar tan color but a more palish white tone and his hair was a bit deflated. Landing in front of his eyes a bit with no product in sight.

"Hm- didn't inspect you to be the wizard behind the curtain." He says in an amused tone. He had no room to judge, he's dealt with far worst then the likes of Steve Harrington. He furrows his eyes brows a bit as he watches the other look confused. He doesn't look all the way there if he was honest. Normally Eddie would be a bit of a asshole, to make sure that his customer knew that he took things very seriously. But something wasn't right about this deal. "Um? As in like Wizard of Oz? You know the scene where they pull the curtain to reveal the mysterious Oz?" He clarifies. Watching as realization dawns on the other boy. Taking the moment to shuffle himself in to the tight space of the bench, setting his lunch box on the table.

"Oh fuck, sorry man. That's not normally the reference I'm used to hearing from the movie." Steve laughs gently. Even in the middle of a drug deal Robin was lurking in the back of his head. Maybe if he was more awake he would be more careful with how he talks. But he's secretly proud that he remembered one of the many gay facts that Robin taught him. He had a difficult time remembering certain things, so it was a miracle he could pin the 'friend of Dorothy' conversation he had with Robin. Who was a ticking time bomb who just wanted to be extremely gay with someone else. Even if Steve wasn't gay, he was still willing to sit and listen to her rants about how unfair society is. He drifts off for a second as he rubs his eyes before he's being pulled back to the business at hand.

Eddies looking at him curiously, eyebrow raised as he for a split second thinks the other knows his friend. But he doesn't want to say anything because this was Steve Harrington. Just the name alone held power behind it. He shakes his head a tiny bit as he moves clicking open the metal locks on the tin. Popping it open as he watches the others eyes move to land on said item. "So- what brings you to little old me?" He says with a huge grin. Pretending to be nice so he doesn't drive off a paying customer. Especially this one, who he's sure has a decent amount of money on him.

Steve hesitates for a second as his hands fidget on the table, shaking a bit before he's moving to wipe the sweat off in his lap. "Well, drugs obviously. Weed specifically." He says gently. His eyes snapping back and forth around the area. Expecting anything to happen.

"Hm- well you are in luck, I have a shit ton of that buddy." Eddie grins leaning forward a bit as if he was sharing a secret. Before he's moving and showing the item to him. Shaking the bag a bit as Steve's eyes move to watch the movement. "Don't worry Harrington, this place is secure. Literally no one comes out this far anymore." Eddie assures as he sets the bag on the table. Grabbing his scale out and a empty bag along with a scoop. "So how much do you want? Cant determine the price until I get a number."

Steve hesitates as he try's to think. But he looks nervous as he asks. "Before I buy any of it, how strong is it? I need something to knock me out." He pauses before adding. "That and the last shit I had was laced, I'm trusting that you don't run that kind of business Munson?" He doesn't trust the other just like he doesn't trust himself in this moment. Or the trees off to his right. Everything was suspicious, like at any moment something was going to go wrong.

Eddie leans back a bit as he listens, taking this just as serious as the other. "Well, if you want I can roll up a sample for you to try right here? If you like it, it'll be a couple of dollars extra for the sample if you don't like it I'll give you a discount." He rambles out. "I would let you have it for free but the bills don't pay themselves." He laughs gently. Though there was no way Steve Harrington had to worry about anything like that. Once again he was Steve fucking Harrington. Though he's quick to furrow his eyebrows. He didn't know many people who sold shit in Hawkins, the information of the other getting something laced was nerve wracking.

"Well fuck man, don't worry. It's all weed. You should definitely try it when you're with someone else then. Just in case you have a bad trip." He says concerned. Quickly moving and finding his papers and quickly rolling a tinier joint. Not wanting to put to much or to little in. Steve's quick to pull his wallet out, looking like that took a lot of energy out of him. Taking the joint from the other before he moves to his pockets looking for a lighter. Groaning as he realizes Dustin had stolen it earlier to do something. God only knows what.

"Fuck- sorry man. Do you have a lighter on you? Henderson stole my lighter to do something. Probably to commit arson for all I know." His voice shakes a bit as he talks. His nerves are shot and just the mention of Dustin was making him nervous. Though he was aware that Eddie knew Dustin. Played DnD with him every week now. Something that had started out this school year. Hellfire was the name he thinks. Shit- that was tonight. He couldn't get high. He had to pick Dustin up in a few hours. "Shit- actually never mind. I have to pick up the little shit from hellfire tonight. I cant smoke right now." He groans.

If he had been a bit more awake he would have found the others expressions amusing. Watching the way he leans back with a gasp. "You trusted the little gremlin with a lighter? Harrington have you met the kid? God let's hope he didn't ask for hairspray." Eddie shakes his head a little, carrying its own amused look. "Though you seriously hang with Dustin Henderson?" He asks. His voice raising at the boys name, in a suspicious tone. As if there was no way that Steve could possibly hang out with the little shit. Though before Steve can fully get a answer out the others flopping back into the leaves. Holding his chest, startling Steve who hops up thinking the other was hurt. Instead the other has a sly grin on his face as he looks up at him. Making a gurgling noise as he lays there, big brown eyes looking at Steve in a shocked look.

"Oh my god, King Steve knows my clubs name- oh!" His voice goes high pitched pretending to be a female. Legs hanging off from the tables bench. "Hm- just you wait until my friends find out. This news will leave them shaking in their pantie hoes." Eddie grins as Steve rolls his eyes snorting a bit. Shaking his head as he moves to sit back in his spot. Distracted by the others antics as he snorts. Staying silent for a second as he watches the other move to sit back up, shaking leaves from his hair as he does.

"Well- kind of hard not to hear about it." He says sweetly before letting the fake smile drop, "when I constantly have three maggots bitching in my ear about how someone killed their npc or whatever you call it off. You know I still haven't forgiven you for the Goblin incident." He confesses. Watching the way the others eyes scrunch up confused before realization hits and he's laughing. Tossing his head back as he shakes his head amused.

"Oh my- and King Steve knows whats happening in my campaigns? Hm- if I didn't know any better you seem to have fallen from your throne Harrington." He says with a sleazy grin. Teasing the other playfully before he adds with a scrunched up face. "Though you are nothing like what I thought you would be." He comments. Moving to take care of the items that were out in the open. Moving to stand up assuming the other had no intentions of buying  yet. Not until he tried a sample. Moving his limbs and making effort to pop his back a bit. Groaning as he does.

Steve is tempted to tell the other to shut up, but he knows that would be mean. He knows that he’s just a bit cranky just because he’s tired. Though he does give the other a sassy look over the others comment. “Well how did you think I would be?” He asks tone raising a little from annoyance. But he keeps his cool the best he can. Eddie grins as he gestures his hand at the other. Steve furrows his eyebrows confused as he moves to stand up. Legs beginning to cramp up from the way he was seated.

“Like this, annoyed and thinking you’re better then me just because you have more cash then me.” Eddie comments eyes following the others movement. Steve just shrugs as he chuckles dryly. Not really finding the whole situation amusing.

“Well for what it’s worth I am sorry for coming off like a bitch. I haven’t slept in a couple of days and I just haven’t had the tolerance for people in general. Not even poor Dusty buns.” He jokes towards the end before furrowing his eyebrows as he crosses his arms around his yellow sweater. “And I don’t really think I’m better than you dude.” He adds on a little rushed.

“Though you aren’t anything like I remember you being,” Steve comments. Watching the way the others face pull-up in a grin in response.

“Oh? You remember me?” Eddie says in a tease filled tone. If this wasn’t a customer kind of situation he would probably be what the other thought he was.

“Well yeah? Dude you jumped up on the table almost every day. Most times it was hilarious to watch you get all worked up over such a little thing as basketball. Of all things. I mean, I’m pretty sure the old coach was sleeping around with the cheerleaders and a few students on the side. But yet the guy who loves to share his hatred for jocks has yet to discover the huge scandals,” Steve shakes his head with a scrunched up face. Eddies mirroring his own. “Well anyway, you seemed like a huge dick. I mean not compared to me, I think I still take the cake or crown if you will.” Steve says gently kicking a few rocks awkwardly as he moves to walk down the path he came. Which was the complete opposite of the one Eddie took.

“Well fuck man.” Eddie says gently. “Well did you say anything to anyone about that dude?” He asks a judging look in his face.

Steve shakes his head no, “I didn’t find out until the guy left, that and he was the ticket out of Hawkins for a lot of us so I’m not surprised that not a lot of guys said much.” He says gently.

“What do you mean by ticket out of Hawkins?” Eddie asks face scrunching up as he moves hopping over a few sticks and stones to follow the other.

“Well you know, I don’t have much brains. What I did have has been knocked out. Though coach is who decides who gets sports scholarships to go to college.” He says softly.

“Oh but you don’t have to worry about that don’t you?” He asks frowning seeming just as lost as Steve was as a good day. Steve laughs gently, not in a mean way.

“Dude, I’m graduated and I’m still in Hawkins with only the money I have in my pocket and a huge house that swallows all of my paychecks. I’m pretty sure if I got a scholarship I would be off to college by now.” He laughs gently. Brushing a loose strand of hair away from his eyes.